Tuesday April 29, 2025

“Ah, the latest export model from the US I see.” Chuck said with a grin.

“Yep, right off the last flight from Texas. Fully document with an impeccable pedigree. Haven’t even had time to swap out her factory clothing yet.” Jim replied and they both stepped towards her.

For her part, Camilla was screaming inside of her own head as her smile never wavered on her lips. She’d been born and raised in the US, her parents had been born and raised in the US, she had to go back four generations before she could find anyone in her family that hadn’t been.

None of that had mattered though, she’d been scooped up in one of the immigration raids, knocked out, and by the time anyone had decided to check her papers, she’d be renditioned to the processing facility and the chip had already been implanted.

Then it was too late, she’d been de-citizened and deemed property of the state. The next month had been spent reshaping her body and getting her ready for auction.

In some weird way she was almost proud of how much she’d fetched, some rich Canadian had bid her up into six figures, which she now knew was Jim, and had her shipped to his home city earlier today.

When the two men were standing right in front of her the chip kicked in and her body jiggled her tits and her voice came alive.

“Hai, hai! Kiko give good sucky fucky!” she cringed at the terribly broken english, but it didn’t stop there.

Her hands raised up and she squeezed her breasts and jiggled them, “You like Kiko’s big fat titties, yes? You fuck Kiko’s big fat titties, you come all over Kiko’s big fat titties, yes?”

Both men laughed out loud and then Chuck turned to Jim, “What was she?” he asked.

“Oh, ah, let me check…” he replied and then pulled his phone out and scrolled through to her auction page, “…says here she was a lawyer. It says she had a couple notable cases defending some ‘illegally’ renditioned girls in the south.”

Both men let out uncontrolled belly laughs for a few minutes until the got themselves under control.

“I still can’t beleive those stupid people elected him. I mean he told them what he was going to do and they still thought it wouldn’t happen to them.” Jim said, shaking his head.

“Right? I mean I bet she voted for him.” Chuck replied and waved a hand in her direction.

“Hey Kiko, did you vote for him?” Jim asked, half seriously.

“Hai, hai, Kiko voted for powerful man. Kiko voted to be dumb sucky fucky girl!”

The worst part was that it was true, she had voted for him. She’d believed he’d get rid of all those “undesirable” non-citizens that she and her friends were talking about.

In a way he did, after all, technically she’d stopped being a citizen before he’d shipped her out of the country.

“Well, I should let you have some fun with your purchase… maybe I can drop by sometime and take her for a spin.” Chuck said and clapped Jim on the back before turning and walking away.

“Thanks, when I get bored with her I’ll let you know.” Jim replied and both men laughed once more until Chuck was out of earshot.

Jim then smiled and spun his finger around in the air, “Come on, I want to see it.” he said.

Camilla knew exactly what he wanted and she would have done anything to deny him, but the chip spun her body around, bent herself forward a little and then pulled her shorts down so he could get a good look at it.

It took a moment, but he reached forward and ran his fingers over the tattoo that she knew was there, and it triggered a programed response.

“Kiko made in USA and proud export of the most powerful country in the world.”

Her whole body shivered as the chip triggered a small orgasm and she wondered how long it would be before she truly believed that.