The world was almost destroyed because lesser people rose above their natural station, and greater persons allowed themselves to be led by their inferiors. This mistake was corrected with the peace treaty ending the fourth world war.
The superior lead. The inferior are DEMOTED.
For years, the Demoted were a problem, a waste product of progress. But with the advent of the Miller System—designed to put the Demoted in their place—even these dim-witted slaves could serve society. Persons otherwise lost are given purpose, and placed under the ownership and guidance of responsible citizens. Radicals would tear the system down, but who wants another war?
Cashiel and Sascha aren't radicals. Not at first. Cashiel, son of the Miller System’s founder, wants to bring down his “too big to fail” mother, to scientifically prove that humane treatment will improve the Demoted system. The problem is he’s a little fish compared to his mother’s connections and political savvy. Sascha—an incorrigible. smart-ass hacker—beats the system, becoming Demoted in his brother’s place. Only Sascha ends up a cheap brothel whore.
It isn’t exactly love at first sight when Cashiel buys Sascha. If they can work together, though, they might be able to bring down a system of institutionalized abuse. And possibly find their own happily ever after.
Subjection: Demoted Book One
Sedition: Demoted Book Two
SUBJECTION - BOOK 1
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
There have always been stories in my head. They come and go and sing me to sleep at night, and sometimes, I even write them down. I like dark, disturbing, thought-provoking things, because I think that we can really examine humanity best at its darkest edges.
I study people naturally - in writing, this comes out as erotic fiction - in the rest of my life, it comes out as studying psychology.
I share my life with a dog and a rabbit, and plenty of awesome friends who I consider family. I like and extraordinary amount of alone time, but I love being sociable as well - meeting communities of like-minded individuals and interacting with them around shared interests is my idea of a great night!
I find sex fascinating, and love pretty much anything to do with it. Reading. Writing. Watching. Discussing. It's a pity so few people want to talk about what so many of us do!
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Cover Art: Natalya Nesterova
In a world where intellect and achievement are valued above all else, a young man risks everything to save his brother from a life of slavery. Thrown into a harsh, unyielding world where slaves are treated as less than animals, Sascha struggles to come to terms with everything he knows being ripped away from him, but a life of success could never prepare him for his life as one of the Demoted. Sinking lower and lower, Sascha begins to lose hope, but the whim of a mysterious, wealthy man has the potential to change all that.
Cashiel has a dark history that he guards carefully. Between family and business and politics, he rarely has time for a slave, much less a lover. But when he sees a young man who reminds him of the very history he is trying to escape, he makes an impulse decision that he’s not sure whether to regret or not. The slave could expose everything, or he could be the most valuable asset that Cashiel has ever acquired.
Cashiel and Sascha share desires, hopes, and a home. Each man is limited by status, hindered by history, and desperate to succeed. The question is, will that be enough? (M/M)
He stares at me for another moment or two, long enough to make me want to squirm and hide. I resist the urge to cower, because I know he doesn’t like it when I cower.
“The reverse content blocker needs to go,” he says, matter-of-fact. “Do you really think I gave you a tablet so you could sneak around and do illegal things on it?”
I blush furiously and try not to tremble. “No, master.” Simple is better.
“It won’t happen again.” His words aren’t threatening, nor are they a question. It’s like he’s stating that the sky is blue, he knows it with that much certainty.
And he’s right. “No, master.”
He nods. He’s not angry, which is good, because I don’t even know what I’d do if he was angry. He just nods at me and keeps standing there.
“You obviously need more to do with your time,” he states. “Meet me in the dining room in twenty minutes. The content blocker will be removed by then.”
“Yes, master,” I mumble, as he strides away. I disable the content blocker immediately. He hasn’t told me to take away anything else, so I don’t, not yet.
He doesn’t seem angry, but he wasn’t particularly pleased, either. I hadn’t expected him to check, I figured he would have assumed I was just a stupid slave and never thought of it.
I wonder how long he knew before he told me.
With that taken care of, I have a few minutes to ponder his request to meet him. More to do with my time, he said, what does that even mean? I clean when he asks, I try to cook...
I wonder whether he’s going to fuck me or beat me.
I have myself in a blind panic by the time I arrive in the dining room, and I rush to drop to my knees at my master’s feet the second I get there. I don’t wrap myself around his legs, because I’m terrified he might kick me in the face if I try it.
He looks at me critically. “Is there a problem?” It sounds like an accusation.
I stare up at him, silent and stupid. Wait for him to hurt me. He raises an eyebrow, and it’s like I’m afraid he’s going to hit me with it, because I cower away.
“Go get me a soda, calm yourself down, and when you come back, show me some of the things you’ve learned in the training manuals. The ones I sent you and the ones you stole.”
I continue to stare at him, his words landing on my ears like an alien language. The meaning sinks in bit by bit, in little pieces. He knows I stole training manuals. Soda. He knows how terrified I am. He wants a soda. And for me to get it. Calm down. My heart is racing and I can’t breathe, and I realize I’m having a panic attack, which must be why he told me to calm down.I nod, unable to speak because my chest is too tight and my tongue is too big and my mouth is too dry. My master looks on calmly, through me almost.
I finally manage to force my legs to cooperate, and I get up and walk into the kitchen. I start crying, even though I know I’m being ridiculous, and I go to my knees in there, too, just for a minute, just long enough to catch my breath. Get a soda. Calm down. Show off what I’ve learned.
It shouldn’t be this fucking hard.
**Warning - Subjection is a story of struggle, survival and love under extreme conditions. Some content might be trigger for some readers.**
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Length: 221 pgs (Novel) 78,000 words
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing
Alicia Cameron is an author that never leaves you feeling disappointed when reading her stories. Subjection is the first book in the Demoted series and it was incredible. I love these kind of stories where you have a strong alpha male, and in this case, a slave whose submissive nature comes natural.
Sascha had no idea what he was getting into when he went into the demoted program. He had the best intentions which was to save his twin brother. Sascha is highly intelligent but more introverted than his twin. Whereas his twin has trouble learning Sascha exceeds. His twin easily makes friends and everyone likes him unlike Sascha who doesn't like to put himself out there. He knew his brother would never pass the tests needed to stay a free person. This causes Sascha to switch some information around giving his brother the good grades and Sascha being demoted.
If you are a demoted person, you are considered and treated like you are nothing. You are sent to a reconditioning school but they treat you worse than they would an animal. You are demeaned and abused at every turn. The conditions are brutal and the torture extreme at times. When Sascha finally gets released he is sent to a brothel for prostitutes.
He is abused and raped on a daily basis. He is losing any hope of every leaving until one day a wealthy man shows up wanting to rent a prostitute for an event. Sascha sees him and literally throws himself at his mercy begging for him to take him away from this hell.
Cashiel is a wealthy man with strong family connections. He doesn't want a full time slave but he is intrigued by Sascha. It's pretty rocky between the two for a while. Sascha is frightened and skittish and does not trust easily. Cashiel tries to be patient with him but he gets easily irritated because he won't talk and is so jumpy around him.
As time goes on and he realizes that he wants to keep him, mainly because he doesn't want to send him back to those filthy conditions, they start to understand each other better. Sascha has free reign over the house and his mind starts to remember the things he used to do. He is very clever with electronics and can hack into anything. When he gets carried away hacking into places he shouldn't Cashiel catches him.
They both make a lot of mistakes because their communication skills suck. They both have the wrong ideas and opinions and instead of asking they just assume and we all know that doesn't work. Cashiel lets his boss borrow Sascha for the night and he is not happy. He goes through with it and tries to make the best of his situation.
He grabs me and pulls me close, wrapping his body around mine like he's protecting me from and earthquake that's making the building collapse. He kisses me, lightly, and I hope he'll end it here. I guess it wasn't that bad; it's true that he is the most considerate person I've been fucked by in a while, and he really did seem concerned with my pleasure. I can't blame him for my being a slave, and I can't blame him for passing me around like a whore. I only have myself and my master to blame for these things.