Chapter 1: Introduction
Suddenly, life had changed. For the worst. Aisha was shocked when the anchorman said that her rights, as a non-Aryan individual, were pretty much gone. She wasn't a person anymore. She was a possession. She shuddered as the watched the news, curling deeper into her boyfriend's arms as she watched the news.
It was already a chaotic nightmare, where Aryan officers were lining up 'captives' that had to be assigned to an owner. They were pacifying those who didn't behave. Aryans like Walter had been told to stay indoors, to not ransack their neighbours while this whole system was sorted out. Instead, Aryans were encouraged to register their names online, to find their nearest shelter, and to head there in the morning. Assigning all these fresh prisoners to owners was going to be hard work, and the officials wanted to keep it nice and organized. Once the pets were doled out, then they could get to work on divying up the properties. The Aryan nation was going to make sure that every Aryan had their fair share. There was no need to be worried - everyone would get plenty of slave pussy.
Walter couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief, his eyes wide as he stared at the screen. He did his best to comfort his Arabic lover.
Aisha, gorgeous and fiery, was still processing the magnitude of this shift in power. Her dark brown skin had paled a few shades upon hearing the news, but it had been quick to flush from the sudden chill that slithered through her veins.
Their apartment, usually a haven of good vibes and warmth, suddenly felt like oppressive. The open plan space was no longer comforting Aisha. The beautiful bohemian decorations on the wall seemed to mock her. The Aryan architectural designs were the same she had once admired.
The floor-to-ceiling windows, which bathing the room in a soft glow, were now trapping them inside, making the pulse of the city outside seem taunting.
Aisha tried to imagine the streets. She wondered if her friends were safe, if anyone dared to help them, to fight for them. She was lost in those thoughts for a while. . From the sounds outside, it was clear that staying indoors was the best choice for the couple. some of the officers weren't holding back, and already the streets were filled with cries for mercy. On the Tv, there was footage of it all, along with news and instructions for the white community.
Aisha could feel Walter's body tense up alongside hers, yet his voice was the usual calming, steady presence that she had grown to love: "Listen, the plan is for us to stay here until things settle down. The shelters are going to be crazy stressful places, and no one said we had to go immediately, right?" he asked tentatively.
Aisha shook her head. She knew Walter was an engineer and likely got better with solutions than fighting. She wasn't so sure if that was her best option since this wasn't her country of origin.
With that, he reached for his laptop, the talk on TV showing scenes of brutalization. "I saw the news, and the officers raise a good point. I need to get you registered. Here, I'll book it in, fill out some forms. Then tomorrow, I can take you to the kennel, get you tagged." He could tell he'd hate the words, but it was the safest option.
Not only the safest option, but also the very first steps to be taken to get Walter's newfound pet used to hear the proper words that had to be applied to her. Pet. Kennel. Legally, she was nothing more than a domestic pet after all. The thought crossed her mind, but she couldn't be mad with Walter. He was merely using the words applied by the new government. "...if anything it'll be safe once again to walk the streets." She said, after he was done talking. "Thank you once again." She said. She had just thanked him about the fact that she was going to wear a collar with her name, and the instruction to return her or contact the owner. She decided to not watch at the news as they showed the new revolution, the rightful place Aryans had taken, taming the inferior ones with harsh, abusive submission and sexual violence.
Walter knew there was no point in arguing, with Aisha so shaken. He did what he could to help. He began the registration process, using Aisha's details. He understood that, being Arabic, she was now regarded as subhuman. Any control she had once possessed was null and void, and a leash would be her reality before the dawn broke.
As much as it irked him, Walter called her his 'pet', something he could hardly bring himself to say. The irony of their relationship had flipped drastically. Now, Aisha belonged to him - officially.
While his mind wandered, he let Aisha take a peek at the computer. There, in all its glory, were several rather cruel looking registration deals. It ranged from the rather gentle, providing a under the neck tracking chip, along with a simple collar and starting toy set. It then got a bit more savage, offering piercings and brandings as additional packages. There were of course different deals for the inferior men and women, affectionately referred to as sissys and sows. Walter could sense her panic, and so he rested his hand on hers , using his free hand to gently stroke her back. "I know it's a lot, I know you're scared, but if you're not tagged, then you could go to someone else....." The logic was there, but still, it was a hard pill to swallow. At that moment, the TV decided to make the situation even more dire, as a ad for a bitchsuit came on full blast. The two watched the cruel ad, a poor gimped out woman begging for mercy as she was viciously rutted. "Make your woman into the little fuckpig you want her to be. It's hard to run when you're forced onto all fours!" The ad just kept on going, and Walter sighed. "Maybe we should sleep in the same bed, I can tell you're scared....." Walter continued, his voice filled with genuine concern. "But that's only if you want to, I want to make sure you feel safe," he added, squeezing her hand gently.
Aisha looked into Walter's eyes, searching for a sense of stability. The fear she felt was overwhelming, but his touch helped soothe her. "I-I think that would be best. I don't want to be alone tonight," she replied softly, feeling a lump form in her throat.
Walter nodded and pulled her closer. "It's gonna be okay.
We'll figure this out together," Walter murmured into Aisha's ear, trying to reassure her as he wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into him, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. After a moment, he pulled away and stood up, taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom.
Their bed, that had once seemed so inviting, now felt cold and empty. Walter gently helped Aisha sit on the edge of the bed before kneeling in front of her. He took her hands in his, looking into her eyes with a calm determination.
"Listen to me. It's going to be alright. I promise you, I'm going to protect you with my life. I won't let anything happen to you. We just have to play by their rules for now, until we can figure out a way to change things."
Aisha nodded silently, tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to keep her composure. Walter pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. She felt safe, like nothing in the world could hurt her as long as he was there.
She let him hold her, sobbing quietly into his chest. After a while, her sobs subsided, leaving her feeling exhausted and emotionally drained. Walter, feeling her exhaustion, gently guided her to lay down on the bed. She rested her head on his chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the lines of his abs. It felt so different now, being in this position with him. He was her protector now, her owner, and she was his pet. It was a strange dynamic, but somehow it just felt right.
They lay there in silence for a while, just holding each other.
Aisha felt her eyelids growing heavy, and soon enough, she drifted off to sleep. Walter stayed awake, his gaze trained on the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts of how they were going to adapt to this new world. He wasn't going to let Aisha suffer at the hands of some white superiority complex. But at the same time, some part of Walter started to stir, a possessive side, a side that couldn't wait to see his Wife on her knees. A side that was looking forward to "feeding" his new pets.
Walter shook the thought away, focusing instead on the soft rise and fall of Aisha's chest as she slept soundly.