Pile of Shorts - 750 Word Project

I would like to express my thanks to my editor RF Fast who helped me produce this story. It was written for the 2026, 750 Word Challenge, details of which can be found in LITEROTICA NEWS on the landing page.

Below the **** line is exactly 750 words.

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"Just do it," the girl hissed holding her dirty dark hair up from her neck.

"But Kristi if they catch you..."

"Just shut up Lou and do it, I have to get out of this shithole somehow."

Lou bit her lip and dipped the needle into the black fluid from the pen refill and gently pricked the skin on her sister's neck. She had no idea what she was changing her sister's barcode to, but Kristi had insisted on it.

She paused for a moment and rubbed her own neck, imagining that she could feel the barcode tattooed on her neck. In New London after the big war, the city was arranged in rings from the elite at the centre ranging out to the scum on the outside. The one thing that linked them was they all had a unique barcode on their neck.

The barcode could be read by the guards and revealed every detail about that person. Where they could travel in the city, what food or medicine they could be given, but most importantly what category the wearer was. The barcode never changed just the information that sat behind it did, so the barcode became God.

Kristi rubbed her neck after her sister had finished, "OK let's give it a few days for the redness to go and then I will give it a try."

A week later Kristi was stopped by a random patrolling guard team not far from the gate. The men read both girl's tattoos, quickly dismissing Lou, but their attitude changed as they crowded around the screen looking at Kristi's. Checking the reading then nudging each other in anticipation of what was to come.

Smiling lewdly, one rubbed his crotch as he leered at Kristi, "You seem young to have this...how old are you girl?"

Kristi wasn't sure how to answer as there was every possibility that the barcode alteration had changed her name and her date of birth.

She was saved from replying when another of the guards interrupted, "Doesn't matter she must be over 18 so we can do what the barcode says, that's the rules."

The captain shrugged, "OK but don't take too long we need to continue the patrol."

"What does it say?" Kristi blurted out, looking around wildly.

"It says you are designated recreational support," one of the men laughed as he pulled Kristi towards the alleyway.

"What?" Kristi stammered.

"A sex toy for free use," the first man leered as he felt his cock harden.

It was a common penalty for female transgressors to be designated sex toys for a period. Ironically the penalty was often handed down for prostitution, then she had to give it away for free. The only people who knew she was a sex toy were those with readers, but once a female had been publicly fucked the rest of the community would follow the guards waiting their chance. As there was a time limit on the sex toy designation, once a woman was known to be one then men would flock to use her. If the woman objected or fought back, then the length of the penalty would be increased.

Kristi's eyes rolled in panic as the first guard unbuckled his trousers, fishing out his cock, "This won't be the last one you see today girl." Then looking at the crowd that had started to form laughed, "Not the last one by a long way." He had a momentary pang of conscience as the chances are she would be raped to death, then mentally shrugged, as whatever she had done, she must deserve the punishment.

"WAIT," the captain shouted, staring at the screen, switching his gaze from Kristi's neck to the screen, then back. "Not sure she is what she seems..."

The men stopped instantly. The penalty for rape was instant death so if she wasn't a designated sex toy then that could spell disaster.

The captain pulled Kristi away from the men and whispered, "You do realise that the penalty for altering your barcode is death...but I will give you a choice. You can either accept that you are a sex toy for the next..." he glanced at the screen, "...142 hours." He paused before adding, "... or you admit you have altered the barcode..." Then almost as an afterthought he said with an evil smile on his lips, "...or you could request to become my personal sex slave for life."

Tears rolled down Kristi's face as she croaked, "I choose..."