NFT Collector 1: Homecoming by baebutcher
Explore the sultry world of 'NFT Collector 1: Homecoming' by baebutcher, an erotic sex story that blurs the lines between digital art and passion. Dive into a thrilling narrative filled with desire, intimacy, and the allure of NFTs. Perfect for fans of steamy tales and innovative storytelling. Read more to unlock your next favorite erotic adventure!<br/>
Disclaimer: Everyone in this story is over 18. This is a work of fantasy, and any relationship to existing people, living or dead, is purely a coincidence. This story contains intense and graphic de***********ions of rape, violence, bondage, and gore. If that isn’t your cup of tea, please take your viewing pleasure elsewhere.
Even though it had been a long time coming, the transition to an NFT – based asset economy still left many financial institutions unprepared. As “every” asset began to be represented by digital ownership, more and more items began to be controlled via the block chain. It started with car registrations and property deeds, but then quickly started to include loans, financial services, health care, even marriage certificates. It wasn’t too long before every item had an NFT representing it, including people! The NFT represented them and their bodily autonomy, and whoever, according to the block chain, “owned” the NFT, owned the person. This was how, through an accidental side effect of an economic revolution, slavery became reintroduced to the United States.
This change came very rapidly, and many banks, unwilling to pay to properly modernize their systems, ended up with websites, apps, and other electronic infrastructure that was woefully insecure. This is where I saw my opportunity to have a bit of fun.
One bank whose tech stack I was reasonably familiar with had one glaring vulnerability: It would allow anyone to request a loan on behalf of anyone else by submitting a smart contract to the block chain. These could be small loans that would get automatically approved, and could have any NFT listed as the collateral. When I discovered this, I went and submitted a request for a loan on behalf of the father of a very attractive girl who lived in the neighborhood. Because she was unmarried, her NFT belonged to her dad, and as such, could be listed as the collateral for the loan.
(FWIW, the dad’s NFT was owned by his father – the girl’s grandfather. Not only women can be slaves in this fantasy world)
The loan I requested was for a few hundred dollars, to be paid back in three days time. If the amount, plus interest, was not paid back, then the NFT for the asset would be automatically revoked by the bank, and the NFT sent to the collections, resale, and auction department. I submitted the request to the blockchain, saw the request picked up by the bank’s chain sweeper algorithms, and a few seconds later, the loan smart contract, along with a few hundred dollars worth of bitcoin, was deposited into the father’s digital wallet.
I then patiently waited for three days while I figured out how the bank asset NFT auction worked. It was an entirely online and automated process – every day, interested parties could specify what kinds of NFTs they’d like to bid on, along with how much they would be willing to pay. Then, the system would take all of these bids, go through the assets that were collected that day, match bids to assets, and sell each asset to the highest bidder, making sure that as many bidders as possible got something, and thus the bank got the most money. This worked great if you knew the exact kind of asset that would be up for auction, as you could specify a particular NFT, and if every other bid also included multiple NFTs, you would be almost certain to get the one you specified, even if you bid very little.
This system handled the blockchain component of the sale, but left the actual buyer with nothing but the right to claim the object represented by the particular NFT. Very convenient for the bank, as it relieved them of having to have a collections department of people running around, but rather annoying for us buyers, as we then have to go physically collect the asset in question. I experimented with the system and ended up paying $3.29 for the NFT to some small diamond ring a few states away. Very neat. I won’t bother collecting that one.
Three days later on a Thursday evening just before midnight I put in the bid request. I listed the girl’s name, her NFT-ID, and that I’d like to pay no more than $30. Promptly at 12:01 Friday morning, I got a notification that a new NFT had been added to my digital wallet in exchange for $27.38. Time to play 🙂
Friday afternoon, I headed over to their house. I knew she would be home because school had gotten out a few hours ago (she was a senior in highschool) and she would be getting ready for the school’s homecoming dance later that evening. I pulled up to see her outside in her front yard in a gorgeous sparkling homecoming dress with her mother and father taking pictures with her date. Oh boy, would I have some bad news for him. I got out of the car and walked over to the dad.
“Hey Jim! Have you checked out your blockchain wallet recently?”
“Hey Steve! No I can’t say I have, why? What’s up?”
Perfect. My plan had worked great. I explained a quick lie to him, that the bank auction site I visited regularly had sold me something strange that morning, and then I pulled out my phone to show him that I owned his daughter. He stared in disbelief, then pulled out his own phone. Sure enough, his digital wallet didn’t have the NFT for his own daughter any more.
“Well surely there must be some kind of mistake! I didn’t put her up for sale, I didn’t take out any loans, I didn’t authorize any transfers!”
“Well sure Jim, but the fact remains that according to the blockchain, I own your daughter, and, just for the safekeeping of my own assets, I need to take her into my custody to make sure nothing happens to her!”
We had a short back and forth where he got increasingly flustered. He threatened to call the police on me, at which point I reminded him that, because I owned her on the blockchain, they’d escort her off with me. His daughter and wife came over at this point, having finished taking photos, with very scared looks on both of their faces. After explaining the situation to them, and the dad yelling at me for a few more minutes, I eventually said:
“Look Jim, I don’t want the cops coming over here and getting involved. Every time they see an angry person, they shoot first and ask questions later. You won’t be able to help your daughter if you’re dead. Let me take her for now, I’ll take care of her over the weekend, and you can call the bank and figure out what’s up Monday morning.”
Perfect, coming across as a caring, good natured neighbor. Luckily, his wife started to see my point of view. After convincing her husband to not call the cops and risk getting shot, the couple let me lead their daughter away to my car. Opening the back seat door for her as a polite gentleman, I looked back to see her date to the dance looking particularly crestfallen.
As soon as we were in the car driving back to my place, she started talking.
“Steve – I’m kind of nervous, what -”
I cut her off “Not Steve. It’s Master to you. You won’t speak unless spoken to, you will follow orders, and you’ll put on these handcuffs and ankle binders if you know what’s good for you. You should know, as your owner, I have complete authority over you. I can punish you. I can torture you. I can fuck you in every hole. I can take you down to the butcher and have you cut up to eat you for dinner. I can skin you alive and make a sex doll out of your hide to fuck that instead of you. If you ever want to see your family again, you should do as I say.”