The Master of the Business

Chapter VI

       My blood was boiling; my slave’s blood stained the sheets of our bed. Her throat was slit with a straight-edge, probably a pocket knife. I grit my teeth tightly as I looked down at death for the first time. When I finally unclenched my fists, pain seared through my hands, but still I took no notice. I watched her for a few minutes, but the minutes passed like hours. I don’t know what it was I was thinking about. In fact, afterwards I seemed to just move automatically. I took her corpse, and I wrapped a blanket around it. I went to a beach, and I lit her body on fire until there was nothing left but dust. I took the sheets from the bed and tossed them in a dumpster, coating it in gasoline before also lighting that on fire.

       After that, I investigated my house and found a business card, obviously left by the rapist. Some kind of joke, huh? “Come and get me.” Was written on the back. For the first time today, I smiled. That was the plan. I flipped the card over. “Sin City Bar.” The name read, and with it an address and phone number. I wasted no time, I called the number.

       “Sin City Bar, how can I help you?” A woman’s voice came over the phone. I remained quiet. “Hello?” She asked, and I quickly hung up. I went into the bedroom, unlocked the gun safe, and retrieved my 9mm Glock from it. I put the gun into my pants, making sure it was fully loaded and that I had a couple extra clips in my coat pocket, then I left. By this time, it was 3:00 in the morning, there wasn’t a soul outside besides drunks, and even less on the road except for the drunk drivers. I managed to avoid all of them, driving 90 miles an hour through the City of Angels. After fifteen minutes, I arrived at my destination.

       I stopped in front of the bar, and without bothering to turn the engine off on my Mustang, I stepped out of the car. I walked quickly to the bar, where the bouncer reached his arm out to stop me. He was a fairly big guy, but more fat than muscle.

       “You got an ID, kid?” He asked me. I glared at him, and quickly sent a right hook to his jaw. He fell back against the wall, and dropped to the pavement unconscious. I pushed the door open, and walked inside. Though you could hear the laughing and the talking from the outside, it all seemed to cease when I walked in. I could smell the alcohol and the massive amount of tobacco that seemed to be as natural as air in this place. My eyes quickly surveyed the area. A few pools tables, only one of which was being used. Several tables were occupied by the patrons of the bar. The bar itself, which was full of men, all sitting on the barstools. A couple of waitresses serving booze, and the barmaids behind the bar mixing drinks. The restrooms were on the far side of the bar, and an old jukebox was playing some lame ass country song. I felt the eyes of the entire bar on me. After a moment, the silence was broken.

       “What’s someone like yourself doing here?” A rough voice grunted from one of the drunks at the bar. “Shouldn’t you be in school or something?” This caused a few laughs from the bar, but I could tell that most of the people here were uneasy.

       “Very funny, jackass. If I wanted any lip from you I’d wipe it from my zipper.” I told him, staring in his direction. He slid the barstool away from him loudly as he rose from the chair. He began to advance towards me threateningly. “Aww, poor bastard. Did I insult you?” I stated, unmoving. This was the last straw for him, so he tried to hit with a heavy but slow haymaker. I jumped back, dodging his swing, then shoved a fist into his solar plexus, sending the drunk doubling over and letting go of that liquor he was just barely holding.

       “Hey man, that’s my friend!” Another heavyset bastard cried out, then tried the same thing his “friend” did. This time I moved under the fist, and slammed my elbow into his jaw, snapping it in two. He tried to cry out in pain, but all he could manage was “Uhhhhhh!”

       My eyes opened. I stared up at the ceiling. It was the next morning. Early morning. Only a hint of the sun was visible. Ashley was still asleep, as she was allowed to be. It was too early for her and the other slaves to begin making my breakfast. I rose, covering my naked body in one of my robes. I stood in front of my window, staring out, contemplating. It was then that I realized I was sweating. What happened to my first slave affected me forever. I suppose the bit of human that was left in me disappeared that day. Along with the lives I took. I sighed. I shouldn’t reminisce about the past. I had too much to worry about in the present. I had a meeting tomorrow with the other masters. I had a test to carry out on my trainee to ensure she was ready for sale. The dining room had to be prepared for tomorrow’s meeting. The guest rooms had to be made ready to accommidate my guests. I had a lot to do.

        The first thing I decided to do was to prepare myself for the meeting on my laptop. I went over some of the notes, some of the things we were going to discuss tomorrow, some of the other masters slaves I was going to barter for. Seeing as I had already decided to take April for my own, Rachel was available for trade. Master Victor always had an eye on her, as I’ve had my eye on his pet, Cara. Innocent cute little girl. Victor is a completely different master than I. He shows bits of compassion for his victims. Which means that Cara still needed to be broken, and I would have a lot of fun with that. I sent him an email telling him to bring the girl. I went over the list of the masters and mistresses who were attending tomorrow. Victor, Devlan, Ryan, Crystal…Hmm…Crystal. The Mistress who seems to demand immediate respect. She knows how to break and control bitches. She’s a bisexual, so she has her share of male stock, but I love watching her use and abuse the girls. Hers and mine. I watched her with Lily. It was all I could do not to blow a load right there. And more than anything, she wants my Ashley. I’ve yet to allow her the pleasure, but perhaps tomorrow…

       I continued going over the list. Philip, Beckett, Veronica, Rose, and Hugh. I shuddered at the last one. Cruelest bastard I’ve ever met. His girls are always black and blue whenever I see them. Pierced everywhere. Fresh whip marks on their ass and breasts. I almost felt bad when I sent one of my girls over there. Don’t remember her name. Not important. I set up a slave with each master and mistress, even though they would be bringing their own, I’m sure they would love to use my girls for a change.

       After I’d arranged entertainment for each of the attendants, I set up the agenda for tomorrow’s meeting. First we’d discuss any heat we’ve been getting from the local authorities, and how to deal with it. Like I said, we have to work together in this business, or it’d never survive. Our front is an art business. We have artists who paint pictures of our slaves that we’d like to sell, and post them on the internet and in our own art galleries in the cities where we operate. Nobody knows unless their connected. And even then, they’re thoroughly checked and rechecked to make sure there’s no possible connection between them and police of any kind. Mr. Andrews is connected to one of my best customers, who actually happens to be a crooked judge. Judges are the exception to the authorities rule. They’re nearly untouchable. Besides, this particular judge is actually quite noble, with the exception of his sexual appetite for slave girls, which I provide for him. He’s on my side.

       Though I personally am connected so well that I’m nigh untouchable, the other masters aren’t so lucky. That’s what we’re for, to draw some of the heat off of these incompetents. Victor? Yeah, he’s one of them. I’m sure he’s going to have some problems tomorrow. Though it works out for me as another bargaining chip for Cara. I continued down the agenda. Sales nationally, sales internationally, how to keep our front business inconspicuous, blah blah blah, until the end of the meeting where we begin bartering for each others slaves. I checked my notes for the girls that I wanted. Cara happened to be at the top of the list. Check. Crystal’s slut Jaeda. I checked my list to see if there were any girls I had she was interested in. Besides Ashley, of course. Felecia. Hmm…That was tough. Hopefully since Teresa was dark-stock as well, she’d be interested in her instead. Check. Rose’s Bethany. I doubted I’d be able to get her at this meeting. Bethany was Rose’s top whore, and besides Ashley, she didn’t want any of my girls. That was it. Prepping for the meeting itself took me about an hour and half, during the middle of it I heard my girls rising from their sleep and beginning my breakfast. Right on time.

After breakfast and a blowjob by my favorite girl, I had the slaves get the dining room ready for tomorrow. The Masters and Mistresses would be arriving tomorrow morning, and after they had settled in we’d begin the meeting. Generally, the meetings took all day, with a break for lunch halfway, and dinner served afterwards. Then they would retire to their rooms, and have fun with the slaves I’ve provided them with. After the dining room was prepared for any accommodation the masters and mistresses might need, I handed my girls their assignments for tomorrow. By assignment, I mean that the girl who I assigned to the master or mistress was given a document to study over the master or mistress whom they were assigned to please. I saw the dreaded look on Jennifer’s face as I handed her the ‘Hugh’ clipboard. She knew she was in for a terrible night.

The slaves were sent to get their masters rooms ready, after they had prepared my lunch. The rest of the day passed quickly. As soon as it was nightfall, I realized I had almost forgotten to give Teresa her final test. I turned on the camera and saw that she was helping Ashley prep the room for Mistress Crystal as she was instructed. I turned to Lily, who was already done prepping Mistress Rose’s room, and was waiting for my instructions. “Go get Teresa and bring her to me.” I ordered her, and turned back to the television, watching the girls work together. A few moments later I saw Lily enter the room and motioned for Teresa to follow her. She looked frightened, but followed Lily without a word. I turned the tv off, and sat in the chair in silence. Shortly afterward, Lily and Teresa entered the room.

“Here she is, Master.” Lily stated, head bowed in respect.

“That’ll be all from you, slut. Go take Teresa’s place and help Ashley with prepping Mistress Crystal’s room.” I shooed her away, and she replied with a yes master and left the room. I stood in the darkness, not looking at Teresa, sensing the tension she felt. She was very nervous, not knowing what I was going to do to her. Well, first thing’s first. “On your knees whore.” I ordered, and with a yes master, she dropped down to her knees. “No slut, like the bitch you are.” I stated calmly, and she dropped down to her hands as well. I began to walk in circles around her, examining her as she stared at the floor. I saw her shoulders tremble with fear, but otherwise she remained still. “Come to me, whore.” I told her, as I sat down in my chair. She crawled over to me, and sat at attention in front of me, staring directly ahead, as she was trained to do. I snapped my fingers, and immediately she had my cock out of my pants, and in her mouth.

I watched her suck me, bobbing her head slowly at first, then faster and faster with each passing moment. She knew her eyes had to be up at mine, unless instructed to shut them or do something otherwise. I ran my fingers through her hair as though I was petting a cat, while she continued to suck my dick obediently. I took a leash off the wall without rising from my chair, allowing her to continue to work on my cock, after which I placed the leash around her neck. This was a part of the test. I wanted to make sure she knew what command I was giving her when I moved the leash this way and that.

First, I started by pulling the leash down. She removed her lips from the head of my dick, and slid her tongue down my cock as I pulled the leash down. I stopped pulling on the leash when she reached my balls, where she began to lap at them softly. I stared down at her while she tongued my balls, wrapping the leash around my hand so that I could motion easier the actions I wanted her to do. After a few moments of continuously licking my balls, she placed them in her mouth, sucking gently on them. I pulled the leash down again, and she trailed her tongue from my balls down to my spot, between my balls and asshole. She licked and sucked that area as she did my balls, moaning gently inbetween sucks to turn me on more. With my free hand, I pushed her head down on my spot, forcing her to lick harder, and her moans came out louder.

After a few moments of this, I pulled the leash down even further, so that her tongue trailed down til it reached my asshole. She licked my ass slowly, moving her tongue in slow circles around it. Shortly following this, she began to tongue fuck my ass, fucking slowly, and retracting slowly, so that I could get the maximum feeling of her tongue. She was well trained, at least at blow jobs, that she would do a master well. I pulled up on the leash, past my spot, past my balls, all the way up to my cock, where she began to suck me again. I gripped her head tightly in my head, and I’m sure Teresa knew what was coming next, as she opened her mouth as widely as she could. I began throat-fucking her, slowly, but faster and faster til it turned into a face-rape. Between the gags and the squish noises, I couldn’t hear her cries that I knew were coming out. After a couple minutes of the mouth fuck, I pulled my cock out of her throat, when she began immediately gasping for breath.

I didn’t give her more than two seconds as I pulled up on the leash once more. She pushed her lips to my chest, instead of sliding her tongue up, she periodically kissed my body from my stomach, to my chest, to my neck, until she finally got to my ear, when I stopped pulling on the leash. She proceeded by kissing my ear, sliding her tongue across it, until I grew tired of it. I gripped the leash tightly and pulled her to me, as she moaned in pain. I stared into her brown eyes that seemed to be begging me to stop pulling, as I knew the leash was choking her. I held a cold stare that looked straight back into her eyes, as if to say “There simply isn’t a way I could possibly do that.” As soon as she saw that look in my eye, immediately, she stopped protesting. I think in her mind she hoped that soon, I would be merciful and allow her to breathe. She was right. I let go of the leash after a few more moments. I had no intention of killing this whore.

“Get your Master’s cock wet until he’s ready to fuck you, slut.” I ordered, and she dropped down to her knees once more, and began to deepthroat my dick as best she could. I heard the gags as she masterfully coated my cock with saliva. After a moment, I pushed her head away, and ordered her to get on her hands and knees. Immediately, she did so, and I proceeded in mounting her, shoving my cock inside her from the back. This instantly caused her to moan, most of which was from pleasure, I knew. Her pussy was absolutely dripping. Gripping her shoulders, I started fucking her fast, and rough. After a few moments, I was riding her like a bull. She was screaming, eyes bulging as I had never fucked her quite like this before.

A few minutes of fucking her like this, I gripped her tits tightly, and pulled her back as I sat down, fucking her in that semi-riding position. I noticed she had a slight spunkiness in her moves as she was getting into it. It’s understandable, really. She’s never been fucked quite like this before.

“M…Master…May this slut cum?” She asked me, in the most submissive voice I’d heard from her. I knew this was just to please me.

“No slut, you may not.” This was another part of the test. To make sure that she would not cum without permission. This wasn’t paramount; seeing as if she were to cum without permission, which happens, she would be severely punished, and would eventually learn control. At this point she was fully riding me, sitting on me while facing me, her tits bouncing with each up and down motion. I smirked up at her as I felt the pleasure of her warm pussy, her juices flowing against my cock, her lips squeezing me inside her with her tightness. She had her hands resting on my chest to help propel her up whenever she needed to go up. Every so often I’d wrap my arms around her and force her down so that my cock filled her pussy to it’s fullest. It was an amazing feeling, for the both of us, even though her job was to satisfy me, not herself. Thus the reason I wasn’t allowing her to cum until I believed that she earned it.

Despite the fact that she wasn’t allowed to cum, she was riding the shit out of me. Most girls I train will slow down a bit so that it’d be easier to hold themselves back, but a few slaps on the breasts gets them going again. Teresa needed no slaps, she continued to ride me, dutifully. She really would be a good slut for whatever master or mistress decided to take her. And I was adequately impressed.

“Very well slut, you may cum.” I told her, and I stood up, pulling her with me, and fucked her that way. I lifted her up, and dropped her down on my dick, and I was about twice as fast as she was. She was getting so much pleasure she actually started choking on her own moans, and when her climax came, we both felt it. I could tell it was as if she was struck by a bolt of lightning, she shuddered hard against me as her orgasm racked her body. Regardless of her orgasm, there was no pause, no stopping. I continued fucking her the same way before she had the orgasm, and she continued to perform to the best of her abilities.

It wasn’t long before my own orgasm approached. I felt it build up in my balls, as I continued to fuck my slave. How should we end this test? Should I unload in the slut’s pussy? All over her face? I didn’t have very long to decide. In the end I just decided to let myself go inside of her. It was the easiest thing to do, and I wanted to get to bed quickly, so that tomorrow would come faster. Admittedly, I was excited about the next day. I found myself thinking about that rather than the training of my slave. After I’d got rid of this slave, I’d have the opportunity to begin serious preparations of the acquisition of my next trainees.

Still, it was hard to ignore the fact that my cock began spurting it’s load into my slave’s pussy. This orgasm wasn’t a particularly big one, but better than average. Teresa was a good whore. She’d serve the position of sex slave well. I held her in the air, allowing her and myself to catch our breathes. Then I brought my lips to her ear, and whispered softly.

“Well whore…tomorrow’s the big day. I suppose you better prepare yourself, because more likely than not this time next week you’ll be living a new life as someone else’s slave. Do you understand, slut?” I asked her, with only a hint of malice in my tone. She nodded, still breathing hard, and whispered a yes master. I knelt to the ground and let her down gently, only because I didn’t see a reason to be unnecessarily rough with her. She did a good job, and she passed the test.

I took a shower, with Teresa present to wash me. I suppose you could call this a part of the test, though this sort of service requires little or no training. Teresa washed and cleaned me dutifully, paying particular attention to my cock, balls, and ass. I’d thought about forcing her to give me head, but I was spent for the time being. After I finished showering and my whore had dried me off, I decided that it was time to retire for the night. I saw that my slaves had just about finished preparing for tomorrow, so I wasn’t worried. I decided to allow Teresa to spend her final night upstairs with me, and gave her the instructions that Ashley knew by heart.

She began the massage. She wasn’t very good at it. I suppose that was my fault, as I hadn’t trained her to do so. She didn’t have a lot of practice, either, seeing as Ashley was usually the girl I spent the night up her with all the time. Oh well, if it’s a requirement from her next master or mistress they’ll have to teach her that.

Halfway through the massage, Ashley entered the room, ready to do her usual duties, but she saw Teresa engaging in them. I saw her eyes widen for a moment, and I thought I saw a hint of jealousy in them, but it disappeared in a flash. I smirked. Maybe I could use this against her a bit. It’s been a while since I’ve had fun degrading Ashley. Perhaps I would, soon. But for now, I was going to plant the seed.

“Your services aren’t required tonight, slut. You can have Teresa’s cell for the night. Dismissed.” I ordered, and closed my eyes, pretending to enjoy the massage that Teresa was giving me. I waited a moment, and after not hearing her footsteps, or the yes master, I looked up. “Do you need something, whore?” I asked, with a hint of anger in my voice.

It took her a moment before she finally responded. “No master.” Again, the flash of jealousy.

“Then go downstairs. Now.” There wasn’t a word that could describe the utter darkness that came from the tone of the word. I supposed if I could describe it, I’d say it was the devil himself speaking from me. I glared into her eyes, and I saw the fear coming from them. We both knew that Ashley was going to be in for a hell of a night with me in the near future. She nodded slowly.

“Yes master.” She stated submissively, then turned, and left the room. That feeling of control I had from dominating Ashley rose up in my and turned on my lust. I got a quick blowjob from Teresa, and allowed her to curl up next to me and fall asleep. As I shut the lights out and laid down, I saw, from a crack in the door, that someone was out there, watching us. I knew exactly who it was. I sat up, looked straight at the door, and chuckled softly, so that she could hear me. I laid down, and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. I heard the door shut. I fell asleep.