Team Spirit

The red-headed slave, Nina Nerdycunt, was quite happy with her life.  Of course, it was not that way at first.

It had happened just a few weeks after she graduated as the valedictorian of her class from high school.  She was riding a wave of happiness, knowing that she had been accepted to the University of Michigan in the fall.  Indeed, it seemed everything was right with the world.

 And then things started to go downhill fast.  First, she was enslaved, (she tripped and fell at a McDonalds, spilling her scalding hot coffee on a man.  Most men would have let it pass, but this particular fellow was an all-around asshole, and he pressed the issue, having her charged with assaulting a male).  Then, she was purchased by one of her former classmates… a DUMB JOCK, if you can believe that.  And then, to add insult to injury, he goes off and gives her the servonym, Nina Nerdycunt.  She tried to explain to him that she was NOT a nerd, but he did not believe her, (and her non-acceptance of her servonym earned her a few swats with a paddle).

No, Nerdycunt was definitely on the road to DESPAIR.

But as luck would have it, her Master had also been accepted to the U of M (albeit, on a football scholarship…that would be American football, for all you non-Americans out there).  She then slowly realized things weren’t that bad.  Master was best friends with Master Malcolm, and they rented an apartment together in Ann Arbor.  Master Malcolm had a slave as well, Tanya Tightytwat, (who, as fate would have it, used to go to school with Nerdycunt when they were in elementary). 

So, Nerdycunt and Tightytwat became very good friends, and slavery was not as lonely as she had expected it to be.  One of Nerdycunt’s tasks was to tutor her master, and she found out very quickly that she enjoyed teaching him; so much so, that when he received an A, she was overcome with joy for her master.

The slaves were not shut-ins either!  They both went to every game, (of course, they had to sit in the special slave section, which was caged in and guarded… this was reserved for the slaves of the players, coaches, and auxiliary staff).  Nerdycunt soon realized that football was kind of exciting, and in no time, she was cheering as loud as the cheerleaders.  A massive amount of pride would fill her entire being every time her owner made a touchdown pass, and she would be filled with great concern every time he was sacked.  One thing she really enjoyed was when the Masters painted big blue block M’s on their naked chests to help disseminate school spirit.  Sometimes, the Masters would paint the slaves’ bodies on the Friday before a game, and take them to their classes for the whole day.

And of course there was the sex.  Her master was quite a tiger in bed (to coin a phrase), and he had a body to die for.  In time, it occurred to her that she would never have had sex with this Adonis if she hadn’t been enslaved.

ARTIST’S NOTE 1:  I broke my own continuity with this one, but I decided to let it go because I liked the idea of a nerd being owned by a jock.  In a previous story, I had said that men in the Femslave world generally do not play rough, organized sports (that is ORGANIZED… boys will be boys, and they are sure to play rough games on their own.)  Anyway, my logic is that if males were rare and society tried to keep them safe, then they would not be playing rough sports like football, boxing or hockey.  But like I said, I decided to ignore the continuity issue here.

ARTIST’S NOTE 2:  I like the pic better without the blue body paint, so I made two versions, the other one is in my scraps.