Paradise Falls

By Carly Blossom

A prominent established woman alone and with child acquires a slave from the nearby merchant for help with her farm. She soon discovers an inner connection with this man and an nurturing possession develops.

Carly Blossom's longing love tale between a man's master and her slave set in the not so bright future.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vigenère Media
• Release date: Jun 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311131959

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Paradise Falls

By Carly Blossom

Copyright Carly Blossom 2015

Published at Smashwords

It was 147 years since Collapse, that cataclysmic year when the world’s economy and governments broke down. No one was left who had lived through those times when, almost overnight, money became worthless, treaties and the laws which dictated how a society functions were rendered useless.

Manufacturing and technology ground to a halt. Oil refineries ceased to work, electric power plants shut down, and the world quickly plunged into darkness. A new world grew from the debris of the old, one where wealth was measured in tradable, useful items: food, weapons, horses, and slaves. Power to rule lay in the hands of those who ceased it, and hold onto it by force. And morality, if it every truly existed, became a casualty as well.

Sex existed for two purposes only: procreation and the enjoyment of the powerful. The poor and disenfranchised, scattered in a Diaspora as they sought to escape enslavement, clung to the old ways of families and monogamy, their surest hope of security. Who could you trust to protect you, they must have reasoned, besides your spouse and offspring? But families were routinely hunted down, broken apart and sold by those who had managed to scrape together larger holdings of land. Land that was only profitable if it could be farmed by slaves.

And for the powerful, sex slaves were little more than tools, like a hammer or a plow. They served a purpose to the ruling class: they provided pleasure and they provided offspring. The powerful had abandoned the laws of monogamy. Rulers seldom mated with one another. Instead, in an effort to strengthen the gene pool of the ruling class, it’s females were ritualistically mated with slaves who were chosen for their beneficial traits. Sex, for them, was a pleasurable reward in part, but was above all else a captive breeding program. Humans were bred to increase slave holdings and to keep the ruling class from suffering the effects of incestuous inbreeding.

It was into this society that Freeman Jarod was born.

Waking from the blow that had rendered him unconscious, Jarod found himself chained to a post, his arms manacled to either side of a foot-thick pole which was driven into the ground in the center of an enclosed livestock stall. His right temple ached mightily where the bolo weapon had struck him the night before. He had been brought down by the slavers, a trade guild of sorts who trapped and sold the few remaining Freemen who remained. Jarod had tried to escape with his wife and son from the slavers had even succeeded in killing three of their hunting dogs but in the end the family was captured. Jarod’s wife, an olive-skinned Andosian, was considered undesirable in the slave trade. Their son, being of mixed-race, would also bring a small price on the auction block. Both were raped by the slavers, then put to death all of it before Jarod’s eyes.

Jarod heard voices coming toward his stall, the large woman slaver that he had heard that morning, ordering workers around in preparation for the day’s auction. The other voices were those of another woman and her daughter. He overheard them asking questions of the slaver and the slave in another stall down the aisle. Gentry, Jarod