The Master of the Business

Chapter I

I sat in the chair, in the darkness, watching intently the man in front of me fidget with nervousness. He could not see my shadowed face, but I could see his. The young man, couldn’t be older than twenty-five, was standing here, in my presence. I could see why he’s nervous. He’s never done anything like this before. I grinned on the inside, and wondered what he would need my services for.

       “So…Mr. Andrews, is it? You’ve come here for a particular reason. Spit it out.” I told him coldly, watching him sweat. The one named Richard Andrews responded.

       “I understand you’re in the human trafficking business.”

       “Ah, you mean the slave market? Yes, I am.”

       “I need your help in acquiring a certain person.”

       “I don’t think you know how this works, Mr. Andrews. I collect my own stock; I train them, I mold them, then I make them ready for sale. I generally do not do special orders. Especially not for first time customers. There’s the door.” I told him, pointing in the direction of the exit. My free hand rested on my current trainee, Teresa. She was one of the dark-stock, my term for African Americans. She was naked, of course, her massive tits swaying as she licked my balls, one hand supporting herself, the other masturbating my cock. She was coming close to the end of her training; soon she would be fit for sale. I had no attachment to her; she was just another girl, in the hundreds that I’ve trained since I’ve entered the business.

       “W-wait! Please! I need this girl! I’ll be willing to do anything! I’m willing to pay anything!” These words made me stop for a moment. Normally I sell my slaves at $25,000, double that for “special orders”. But if he’s serious, then I can make a good 100k off of a job that I love doing. I glanced down at Teresa, who was obediently sucking my dick, and gripped her hair tightly, causing her to moan in pain. I pulled her head down, so that she was deepthroating me, and I replied.

       “Well Mr. Andrews, since you’re here, you know how much it is for my slaves. So you must have at least a respectable amount of money in your name. I will ask for no less than $100,000 dollars, and it will be paid half now, half when you receive your product. Do you understand?” I asked him, that superiority I use on my slaves on him. I know he was weak. If I was into male stock, then I could easily acquire him and sell him on the market. Fortunately for him, it was women that held my interest. I relaxed my hold on Teresa and allowed her to breathe, and she continued to suck my cock, even though she was short of breath.

       “Yes, yes of course. Here, I have pictures of the one I want.” He told me, excitement in his voice. He was getting closer to his dream, I realized. I snapped my fingers, and immediately, one of my personal slaves, Ashley, rose off the floor from her knees and walked to Andrews and took the pictures he had in his hand. She gave me the pictures, and I studied her for a moment.

       She was average height for a girl, roughly 5’6, hazel eyes, and chestnut brown hair. She was mostly Caucasian, but with a slight tan that gave me the feeling that she was Italian. She was athletic, probably a cheerleader, couldn’t be much older than 18. Her tits were relatively average, a nice 36-C, a bit larger than I was used to working, but good for me, nonetheless. I’ve seen thousands of tits in my profession; there weren’t as many 36-Cs that you might think. She was good looking, I suppose, I’ve dealt with beautiful women. Ugly women don’t strike my fancy; they’re only good for their innocence, or virginity. I usually sell them to Arabs wholesale, they can’t get enough of the American Virgin. Wholesale meaning that the product I sell has little to no training.

       “What’s the target’s name?” I asked, staring down at the picture. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I leaned back a bit in my chair, allowing the exhausted Teresa to get a bit more comfortable. She’d been sucking my dick for over an hour, as I told her she wasn’t allowed to stop until she made me cum. The thing about having women every day of every year, you learned control. The longest I’ve ever gone is about 6 hours, after which it took my slave an hour to clean up the mess. I began to slide my fingers through her hair, as though I was petting a dog. Of course, by now, Teresa realized that she was nothing more than my pet. Stupid bitch, she had so much attitude when I first captured her. Now she is thankful that all she needs to do is suck my dick.

       “Crystal Forscythe.” He told me, and it was then that I understood where I seen her before. The senator’s daughter, Arnold Forscythe. She was recently involved in a sex scandal that of course the media tore apart, but fortunately for the senator the scandal didn’t occur until shortly after the election, where it couldn’t hurt him a whole lot. This sort of news is forgotten after a few months. This sort of thing intrigued me. It’s been a while since I’ve had a high-profile slave. The challenge was obviously to avoid getting caught. Capturing her would be especially easy, considering she was high profile and the media was probably waiting for her at the door.

       “Well Mr. Andrews, being that she’s a senator’s daughter certainly complicates things. Therefore I’m going to double my price, plus expenses.” I lowered the paper, watching him. He looked furious.

       “200 plus expenses!? Are you insane!? You can’t-“ he tried to speak, before I moved my face into the light, staring him down. It was my turn to show my anger. My eyes were blazing with pure fury, teeth grit tightly, as I stared into his eyes.

       “You insult me, Mr. Andrews. You seem to think that in this business, you can negotiate, but I’m afraid that’s not the way it works. I set the price, you pay, you get your product, and you leave. No questions asked, nor answered. Now, thanks to your audacity, Teresa here will be punished severely, because I hate it when my clients insult me.” I told him, and I gripped her hair so tightly that with a small flick of my wrist a chunk of her hair would be ripped out. Teresa cried out in pain, but her mouth did not leave my cock. He pissed me the fuck off. The two hundred thousand dollars was the only thing that kept me from smashing his skull, and if he were smart, he’d take the offer immediately.

       “…Ye-yes…understood. I’ll wire the money immediately.” He stammered, and began to back away. I relaxed, and let go of Teresa’s hair. She moaned in relief, and began bobbing her head up and down on my dick once more. I leaned back, covering my face once more in shadow.

       “Here’s how this works. You’ll wire 100,000 dollars to an account that I designate. Because of this special order requires some planning, I cannot be distracted, so you will not contact me; I will contact you. Also, I will begin the project no less than three weeks from now, so that I can get my current trainees ready for sale. Teresa here,” I gripped her hair tightly to cause her to shriek, “is one of them. Because of such a steep price, I will ensure that the finished product will be of the highest quality. I will devote my full attention to the training of your future slave. Is this acceptable, Mr. Andrews?” I asked, pushing Teresa’s head down once more to deepthroat my dick. She began to gag as saliva dripped steadily from her mouth to my pubic area.

       “100% understood.” He replied, still shaken from my outburst. I don’t usually get like that, but when a submissive man attempts to control the situation, well, that doesn’t make me happy. Lucky for him, 200k saves him from ripping him apart. Unlucky for Teresa, however. Perhaps I’ll anal rape her again.

       “Well Mr. Andrews, do you have the five thousand required upon visit?” I asked, motioning with my hand for him to give it to me. He nodded, and began to walk towards me. “Stop!” I shouted at him, and he did so immediately. I snapped my fingers, and once more, Ashley rose from her knees to take the money from him. I usually charge five grand just to meet with me, but I make exceptions for usual customers. I glanced at it, tossing the bundle into the air before placing it in my pocket.

       “Very well Mr. Andrews, it’s a deal. One other thing. If you think to betray me, you do so at your own peril. I’m successful in this business because I have the connections, and I know what to look for. If you double-cross me, believe me, I will go after your family. I will take your little 15-year old sister, and I will train her, and I will rape her, constantly, every single day for what’s left of her life. Then I will sell her to my customers in the middle east, where she will die the second she displeases her masters. A most painful, excruciating death, believe me. And I will torture you, and have that little slut that you wish to keep as a slave help me. Believe me, knowing that you are the one that caused her change in lifestyle; she will not be pleased with you. You will rot until you die, do you understand, Mr. Andrews?” I told him, with a slightly pleasant voice. He nodded, shaking with fear.

       “Well then, Mr. Andrews. Thank you for coming. A little token of my appreciation is in order. Lily.” I snapped my fingers, and she quickly rose from the prone position on the floor to her knees.

       “Yes master?” She asked, quickly. Little Asian bitch. Another from my personal collection of slaves. I like to keep a slave of every ethnicity, except for Arabs. I may sell to them, but I can’t stand the bitches. Best let scum stay with scum. If I find a better slave that strikes my fancy, then I simply sell the other bitch and let the new one take her place.

       “Take Mr. Andrews here to one of the guest chambers and stay with him the night. If he is at all displeased with you, believe me, you will pay for that.” She nodded quickly, and then rose from her knees to take Mr. Andrews away. As she scurried away, I looked back down to Teresa. The memories of Mr. Andrews outburst came flooding back to me. I felt like a lightning bolt of anger just surged through me. I grabbed her hair tightly, and her little brown eyes looked up at me in fear. With my cock still in her mouth, she began to lick furiously at the head in order to still my anger in the slightest. Too bad I’m too good at my job.

       “Well you little whore, unfortunately for you, Mr. Andrews pissed me off, and now, you get to pay the price.” She shook her head, begging me no, but I wasn’t having any of it. I ripped her from my dick by her hair and began to drag her to my personal chambers. She was sobbing hysterically, but made no attempt to stop me, as she knew she would only make it ten times worse on herself.

       “Please master, no, I beg you, please!!” She was shouting desperately at me. I let go of her hair for a moment, and then slapped her with about half of my strength, which was enough to send her sprawling across the floor.

       “Did you already forget how to speak as a fucking slave!?” I growled at her, glaring at her. She cried even harder.

       “This slut is sorry master! She will not do it again!” She replied, speaking properly now. I grabbed her by her hair again, and dragged her up to my door, when I opened it and threw her inside. She flew into the room and rolled on the floor, still crying. My room was fit for a king, with the California queen bed sitting in the middle. Sex toys and BDSM items hung from the walls, a stripper pole stood on the side of the bed, and my 56’ plasma screen TV sat on the wall towards the foot of the bed. My dresser had a massive boom box atop of it, in case I wanted to play striptease with my sluts. Before my trainee’s night of torture, I decided that after the hour-plus blowjob she’d given me, I might as well finish it. So I took a belt, wrapped around her neck and the stripper pole while she sat, not quite enough to choke her unless she decided to give some resistance, and moved over her.

       “And this begins your punishment, my little whore.” I told her, and then pushed my 8-inch dick into her mouth slowly, to wet it up with her spit, before I started. I throat-fucked her; violently, like a train. She gagged and choked, but it meant nothing to me. She knew that she was in for hell if she bit on my cock, so with all the strength she possessed she kept her mouth open. And I throat fucked her for a good five minutes. What was five minutes compared to an hour?

       By the time I was ready, Teresa looked as if she was preparing to lose consciousness. I pulled my dick from her throat and began jerking myself profusely, staring down at the stupid dark-stock bitch who gave me the attitude only 2 weeks ago. From “Back the fuck off, nigga!” to “This slut is sorry master!” was one hell of a transition, to say the least. I began to cum, spraying my load all over her face. Some of my orgasm flew to her tits, some onto her hair. It didn’t matter; the stupid bitch was full of the shit anyways. I sighed with pleasure, grinning down at her cum-struck body. Now it was time to begin the torture.

       “So here’s how it works, whore.” I took some fire-chili sauce, and I poured it into a penis gag. Then, after capping it off, I pushed the dildo down her throat, where the chili sauce began to drip slowly from the penis to the back of her throat. At the same time, the belt didn’t allow her a whole lot of movement without choking herself, so she was in quite the predicament. I then placed a small gadget on her shoulder that looked much like something you would see out of Star Trek. The device acted much like a V-chip, except that whenever she would attempt to make a sound, the device would shock her to silence. This was how I kept my bitches silent while I was sleeping.

       “If I wake up in the night because of you, you can wear that all day tomorrow too. But, when I wake up of my own accord, and you don’t wake me up, then I’ll do you the favor of removing the gag, but only if you a particularly obedient slave when I wake up, is that understood?” I asked, staring into her eyes. She nodded slowly, fearful tears dripping from her eyes. “Good, my little whore…”I told her, and moved into my silk robe, before crawling into my bed. I called Ashley into the room to massage me, until I finally fell asleep.

Chapter II

Lucky for the little whore, I didn’t wake up until the next morning. She sat there, half asleep, eyes barely open as I moaned, sitting up from blissful sleep. Ashley lay sleeping next to me, and I decided not to wake her, and that I was going to continue the training of the dark-stock. I moved off of the bed, not disturbing Ashley, and looked down at Teresa, who managed to look up into my eyes. An entire night without sleep in the position she was in, I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

“Time to resume training, my little slut.” I told her, as I kneeled down in front of her, she became wide-awake. I removed the penis gag from her mouth, and undid the belt that wrapped around her neck, also removing the V-chip in the process. As I removed the belt from her neck, she began gasping for air. I pulled her up by her hair, and though she let off a small cry, she didn’t make much more of a sound. I grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her with me out of my personal chambers. My other slaves were all asleep on the floor, and because it was Teresa’s time for training, I didn’t disturb them either, instead taking Teresa into my training room.

The training room was essentially a dungeon, with all sorts of whips, chains, and sex tools to use in the training of my sluts, but also for my own personal pleasure when occasionally I feel the need to abuse my slaves. There was the bed at the far end of the room, when I just want to have sex with the stupid whores. The table in the middle of the room for the torturing, as well as the metallic chair with clamps to bound the ankles and wrists if needed. Now what to begin with on the dark-stock today? I couldn’t decide. I glanced over in her direction, and she stood, hands behind her back, chest thrust out, in attention, just the way I taught her. Humiliation mixed with my pleasure was in order, I decided. I gripped her arm tightly and took her to the bed.

“Begin with sucking my cock, slave.” I told her, sitting down on the bed.

“Yes Master.” She replied, and got to her knees, undid my robe, and pushed my limp dick into her mouth, beginning to suck on it as best she could. She was probably remembering the threat I gave her last night about putting her back to the torturous position she was in, so she was trying her hardest. After bobbing her head a few times, she dropped her head all the way down to the bottom of my balls, and slid her tongue from there to the head of my dick, gathering as much spit as she possibly could. She wrapped her hand around my dick and jerked me off as she sucked me, hard, fast, rough; just the way the dark-stock bitches loved it.

After a minute or two of this technique, she moved her hand and quickly pushed my dick all the way down her gullet. I could feel the back of her throat with the head of my dick and almost moaned, but I held it in. I couldn’t let the slave know that I was getting pleasure from this. While keeping my dick deep down her throat, she began to fuck her own mouth with my cock, not moving much more than an inch from my pubic area before slamming her face back down on it. After thirty seconds of this, she stopped, pulling her head away and allowing her body some much needed air.

I wasn’t having any of this, so I grabbed her hair tightly, and pulled her head back down, all the way to my balls, where she began to lick at them like a Popsicle. She knew how it works; I trained the slut well, after all. She would be ready for sale soon. I was contemplating whom I’d sell her to as she tongued my spot, that little area below my balls, that bit of skin just before the asshole. She sucked the skin into her mouth, and nibbled gently on it. Shortly afterward, she swirled her tongue in circles in that area. This was my favorite part. Now, it was time for the degradation to begin.

“Move your tongue down to my asshole.” I told her, and she looked at me in horror, tears preparing to leave her eyes, and perhaps thought of protesting it. She quickly thought better of it when I gave her the same look of anger I gave her last night when I told her of her fate. She moved her mouth down to my asshole, hesitated a moment, before quickly jabbing her tongue against the puckered hole. I felt her warm tongue stab against me, and let a small moan escape me. She withdrew.

“FUCKING LICK IT!” I screamed at her, and she quickly did as she was told. She was timidly sliding her tongue against my asshole, almost like a scared little kitten. It was clear that she wasn’t enjoying it. Regardless, as a sex slave, this wasn’t about her, it was about me. “You’re about two and a half seconds from pissing me off slut. You better fucking do it.” I growled at her, staring furiously down at her. One last tear dripped down her face, and she did it.

First, she brought her mouth to my ass, and began to lick, slowly at first, but faster and faster as time went on. She gave herself time to get into it, and when she did, she began to make out with my ass. She was frenching it, kissing and licking as much as she could. I grit my teeth tightly in order to keep myself from moaning, and she swirled her tongue in slow circles around my ass. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my cock, and she knew what that meant. As she made out with my asshole, she was working my cock with her hand.

“Tongue fuck my ass, slave.”

“…Yes Master.” She replied, and she pushed her tongue inside of me. I couldn’t help it; this time a small moan escaped my lips, but she continued, fucking my ass with her tongue. As this was going on, she was jerking my cock as hard and fast as she possibly could, in an attempt to get me to cum faster, I think. Well, it was working, as I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me. Or maybe it was just the thought of degrading the stupid dark-stock bitch. She had such a fucking attitude when I first captured her. Now…She was licking my ass.

I gripped her hair tightly in my hand and pulled her up, and she quickly removed her hand from my dick. I pushed her face down towards it, and she opened her mouth wide and began to suck me off. I took her head in my hands and began to fuck her mouth as she sucked me. She was moaning, loudly, trying to turn me on even more, to make me cum faster. She put her hand on my dick, jerking me off in rhythm with her head bobbing. Her free hand moved down to my balls, fondling them as she sucked me. I could feel my orgasm build up inside of them.

“Close your eyes, I don’t want to see them slut.” I told Teresa, and she quickly obeyed. I studied her for a moment as she sucked me like a pro. She still had some of the cum that I let off on her last night matted to her hair. I bit my lip, contemplating what was left to do with the slut before she was ready for sale. Really, there wasn’t a whole lot left besides putting her through the gauntlet and giving her the final test. There was also the matter of deciding whom to sell her to. Arabs weren’t generally into the dark-stock; they preferred the white Christian infidels. It’s kind of funny in my opinion. They claim to hate them, yet love to fuck them. Oh well, enough thinking. Time to give this whore my load.

“Time to swallow.” I told her, and I gripped her hair tightly and pushed her down further on my dick. She was struggling to breathe, but didn’t choke. I felt my dick nearly explode as I shot my load down her throat. There was nowhere else for the shit to go, after all. The head of my dick was touching the back of her throat anyways. Usually I don’t expel this much for such a short blowjob, but maybe it was the ass licking by a black whore, I don’t know. I could see some of my jizz seep out from her mouth, as I slowly recovered. She knelt there on the floor, breathing deeply as she stared down at the ground. I watched as some of my cum dripped down onto the carpet.

THWACK! I smacked the bitch as hard as I possibly could. She fell over, her face immediately turning red. She recoiled, not having an idea as to what caused her to receive this punishment. I glared at her, and pointed down at the floor.

“You see that shit?! I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO SWALLOW!” I screamed at her, seeming furious. I really wasn’t, I knew it was impossible for anyone to keep all that cum in their mouth, but once more, she was being trained as a sex slave. She was expected to do the impossible. Plus, this helped in the degradation of my products. She was to be a mindless zombie when I was through with her. I moved quickly to her, continuing my act of anger, and grabbed her head, pushing her down towards the floor where the remainder of my cum was. “You better lick that shit up, and fast, before I make you drink a load of piss instead.” I told her, fake fire blazing in my eyes. Inside, I was rolling on the floor in laughter.

“…Y-yes…Master.” She told me, and bowed her head a bit further, as she began to tongue the carpet, licking the cum from the floor into her mouth. Even after an orgasm, the sight of such a degraded bitch, especially one who had so much attitude in the beginning, eating my cum from the ground turned me the fuck on. As I held her down there, I took a moment to admire those beautiful tits of hers. They were squished against the carpet like a couple of beanbags with weights on them. They were gorgeous, and I was actually considering swapping out my other dark-stock whore for her, but then I realized, my current black slut, Felicia as she was once known, was way more beautiful than this bitch. I quickly turned the thought away as she finished cleaning my cum from the floor.

“Don’t you ever let it happen again bitch. Do you understand me?” I asked her, pulling her by her hair very close to my face. She nodded, her eyes full of fear. “Good.” I murmured, and pushed her to the floor. I rose, and walked away, hearing her sobbing and crying out for her boyfriend, “Hank”. What a fucking faggot name. Especially for a black guy. Hank is sitting in a dumpster with his neck snapped somewhere in Detroit, where I picked Teresa up. Regardless of race, most women act the same about their men. Always hoping that their knight in shining armor will always protect them. But with assholes like me on the streets, we make this world a shitty place. Especially for women. But for rich motherfuckers like me, Earth is a paradise.

I put on my robe and walked out of the torturing room to regain some strength before I was going to work that whore some more. Maybe I’ll fuck her, or do some lesbian training. I had a little while to figure it out anyways. I decided that I might do some research on that new job I was undertaking, the political whore that that idiot Andrews hired me to do. I shut the door behind me and locked it. I knew that Teresa didn’t have anywhere to go, so there wasn’t any need to bound her. What was she gonna do, run around in circles? Probably just sit on the floor and cry like a baby until I got back.

As I walked into the room, I saw that my personal whores were still sleeping. I looked down at my watch. 7:30? These bitches are supposed to be up making me breakfast right now. Well, we can’t have that now can we? Even though these girls make up my personal harem, I can’t treat them any better than I would my products, can I? So, what should I do with them? Maybe put them all through the gauntlet once? Not now. I’m hungry.

“WAKE UP SLUTS!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. All of them seemed to open their eyes at the same time. They all jerked away, scared shitless. Some of them even cried out, the newer ones of course. My veteran whores knew to keep their composure, but it wasn’t saving them. They scrambled to their knees at attention as fast as they could. It took them all eight seconds to do so. I grinned. Work as hard as you want whores, you’re still being punished. “Do you know what time it is girls?” I asked, staring them all down. They swallowed, shaking their heads, simultaneous stating No Master. I shook my head slowly after glancing down at my watch.

“7:33 ladies. What exactly are you supposed to be doing at 7:33?” I asked, speaking coolly but with an underlying tone of anger. This time, however, the anger was real. I should be sitting down, eating my breakfast. My whores decided that they could sleep in. Who gives a fuck if it was a long night, that I kept them up until two in the morning because of my business with Mr. Andrews. Speaking of Andrews, where the hell was my Asian slut, Lily? Was she still with Andrews? Fuck it. I’m still hungry. “Rose, You’ve been here for a while. What the fuck is everyone supposed to be doing?” I asked the Mexican bitch, one of my veterans.

“We’re supposed to be cooking your breakfast, Master.” She replied, eyes looking down at the floor, like she was taught.

“Well then you fucking whores better get to it, shouldn’t you?” I told them, and they all scrambled up and moved quickly to the kitchen. “You all will be punished for this transgression.” I stated calmly as they were walking off, and I knew they all felt like a sledgehammer had been slammed into their hearts. I took my laptop and walked into the dining room that looked like the kind you’d see in the mansions on TV. The table was long, and the room was the size of a small cafeteria, with a huge window displaying the courtyard of my own mansion. The table was for the other masters that were in the business. Occasionally I’d have meetings, and we’d discuss sales, or trades for our own private harems. Currently, I was on top of the business, but no one had any resentment for me. I’d occasionally enlist them for the training of whores, and they’d come to me for advice or if they needed my assistance in a job. We were like the mafia, except with more honor. For the slavery business to survive, we needed each other.

All the masters know that if a single brick were to fall, then the entire business would be destroyed. We’re all living very comfortably, and though I’m almost untouchable, most of those other guys wouldn’t last a day in prison. Myself, and a select few others have too many connections to really get put away. I’ve got a few mansions all over the world, fully equipped with anything I’d ever need. I’ve got a few masters that I’ve employed to run the houses and maybe do some trafficking on the side, but all the proceeds go to me, seeing as they live in my house and have free access to all the facilities, including the harem. If things ever got too hot for me to remain, I could just retreat to any distant corner of the world and continue life as normal. Luckily for me, the chances of things coming to that are incredibly slim. America is too corrupt. In fact, there isn’t a place on Earth that isn’t corrupt enough for me to survive in.

I bring in about 100,000 in average revenue a day. I don’t pimp; that sort of shit just isn’t my style, even though I know I could bring in another 40,000 a day easily. It’s just easier to get caught pimping, and besides, I deal with personal slaves, not pimping my bitches until they’re full of every STD known to man. Still, the nice thing about the 400k a day is that it’s all profit. I may need to spend a thousand bucks for training and acquisition of slaves. So maybe 99,000 a day. Well shit.

I sat down at the massive table, and began to browse the Internet as I studied my next victim. Following her recent sex scandal, of course you could find her on every TV and any news website. This sort of shit seems to beg me to take her. I heard the sounds of cooking emanating from the kitchen, and I could smell the wonderful aromas that flowed from the kitchen. I never had to worry about one of the whores poisoning me because I always contacted all of the other masters once a day. If they didn’t hear from me within 3 days, all of my personal whores’ families would be taken into slavery. So even if one was willing to try to kill me, the others almost certainly would not. They all knew slavery was worse than death. Besides, I didn’t stock my kitchen with anything that could kill me.

I scrolled through all the useless information about the politician’s daughter until I finally found something worth looking at. Apparently, in two weeks time, she was taking a trip to Europe, a backpacking tour of sorts. I shook my head with a laugh. Un-fucking-believable. This couldn’t be more perfect if she came to my front door with shackles on her wrists and ankles and a sign that says, “Enslave me”. I was about to X out of it, when I noticed something else. There was someone standing behind her in the picture. I enlarged the photo and looked it over.

A small caption was written on the picture, and you wouldn’t be able to see it unless you really looked at it. Fortunately, I have good eyesight. “Crystal Forscythe will be accompanied by her mother, April, during the backpacking trip.” I leaned back in the seat as I contemplated. Her mother? The bitch has a sex scandal with the media and she has the nerve to take a girl’s night out with her mom? The picture didn’t show her mother clearly, so I brought up another window and searched for her. I found pictures of the woman.

The mom was roughly the same height, had the same hazel eyes, the difference was that she had dark red hair, not the same chestnut brown as her daughter. Her daughter probably got the hair from the father. The mother was fucking hot, as I stared at her picture on the monitor. Her breasts sagged a bit from age, but otherwise she was nearly perfect. And the fact that she was older than I at 36 was such a turn-on for me. I loved dominating older bitches. Most whores that are over 30 are usually suffering from ugly, a side effect of old age. But this whore seems to be immune to it. Not only that, but mother-daughter combinations are much easier to do. They can’t stand having the other suffer because of their actions, so they happen to be exceptionally obedient. I can’t wait to take these whores.

Two weeks, huh? I contemplated as Ashley set my food down at the table. In two weeks time, there’s a meeting with the other masters, and I’ll have to have my current Trainee completely trained, sold hopefully at the meeting, but if not then she can rot on the shelf until I can find a buyer. I have 38 slaves in stock, not counting my personal harem or the whores on sale in the other regions; Teresa would make 39. The mother will definitely complicate things, though. The best weapons you can use on mother-daughter combinations are themselves; separate them and you’re going to get very disobedient sluts. Which leaves me with a number of options.

I can convince Andrews to take the mother-daughter combination on his own, but I’d have to double the price, and who knows if he’ll take the offer then. I can capture them both, and separate them and the training, the problem is that one of the slaves will have to be left rotting for a while because the work load of switching between the two will be impossible. I can’t send one away, because I have to train Crystal personally, and yet April is too much of a hot slut for me to send away. I glanced up at Ashley, and snapped my fingers. She dropped to her knees, undid my robe, and began sucking my cock quickly.

There were a hundred different things I could do, but none of them were perfect. I needed more time to think on this. For now, I’ll just enjoy the meal and the blowjob. I began to eat the eggs, bacon, sausage, and hash browns my whores cooked me. You know, like those grand slam things at Denny’s, except better? Fear is the best teacher.

“Don’t think that you’re not going to be punished just because you were with me last night, whore. You should have woken the slaves up.” As Ashley blew me, she looked up at me, saddened, but she nodded, resigning herself to her fate. “Get back to sucking.” I told her, and she obeyed, bobbing her head up and down on my dick. After a few more minutes of eating, I finished my breakfast, and I rose from my seat. She stayed down on the floor, on her knees, head down.

“Take the other girls to the cells. I will join you shortly.” I told her, and she slowly nodded, and replied with a yes master. She rose from the floor and scurried away to the kitchen, where the other girls were waiting. Meanwhile, it was time to continue the training of the dark-stock. I went back to the torturing room.

Chapter III

I strolled back into the room, where I saw Teresa sitting down on the bed. Her face was stained with tears, hugging her knees and rocking back and forth. I suppose all whores act the same when they’re stuck with this kind of situation. She looked up at me, and her fear was renewed, and she scrambled from the bed onto the floor, down on her knees, staring at the ground. I stared down at her body, tilting my head, popping my neck. I pulled my robe from my body, making myself naked to continue the training of the dark-stock whore.

“Suck my cock whore.” I told her as I walked over to her, my limp dick sitting in front of her face. She replied with a yes master and put my dick in her mouth, sucking it gently. “Do you know what happens when I finish with you, slut?” I asked her, and I pulled her off my dick from her hair. She looked up at me, not sure if I was expecting an answer.

“…You’re going to sell me, Master?” She said, uncertain. I nodded slowly, and then pointed down at my cock. She obediently moved her head back down and resumed sucking my cock.

“Lucky for you, Arabs aren’t into black whores, so at least you’ll be speaking the same language as your captors, in all likelihood. I’d actually thought about keeping you for myself, but…” I shrugged, but I doubt she noticed since she was too busy sucking my dick. She wasn’t allowed to speak, but I knew the question was on her mind, so I answered it. “There are a few masters whom are less cruel than I, but then again, there are some that are far more cruel than I. It just depends on who wants to pay more for you, slut.” I told her. She paused for a moment, her mouth engulfing half of my cock, but then she continued. Enough of this.

“Off my dick, whore.” I stated, as I backed away from her. She obeyed, and looked down at the floor like she was trained. I grabbed some rope from the wall, and pushed her so that she was bent over on the bed. I wrapped the rope around her wrists behind her back, tightly, and tied them to perfection. In my profession, you better know how to tie a good knot. As she was bent over the bed, I brought my hand to her pussy, and I slid a finger across it. In spite of herself, the bitch was dripping wet.

“Well…Looks like you’re enjoying your situation now, whore.” I told her, a grin on my face.

“N-no I don’t…” I interrupted her with a smack on her ass as hard as I could. She suddenly cried out.

“Did you have permission to speak, whore?” I asked her, and she replied with a no master. “And now you must pay for your transgression.” I told her, and I slid my finger up and down her slit. After a few seconds, my finger was almost as wet as her pussy. What a fucking slut. I trailed my finger from her pussy to her asshole, but I didn’t waste any time. I shoved my finger into her ass, and began to fuck her with it. “You could have made this easy on yourself, but now, that’s over and done with, you fucking slut.” I told her, raping her ass violently with a finger, but then adding another finger after a few seconds. The truth is I was going to fuck her up anyways, but now she thinks it’s her fault. I loved watching the bitch squirm and moan as I raped her ass with my fingers.

“Suck it, slut.” I told her, pulling my fingers from her ass and putting them in front of her face. She replied with a yes master, and began to lick my fingers, before sucking them into her mouth. I moved my cock, still wet from her blowjob, into her damp pussy, causing her to moan as she was sucking my fingers. I hadn’t fucked her a whole lot, and she still hasn’t been through the gauntlet, so her pussy was relatively tight. A tight, black pussy. You hardly ever find those things. I started fucking her, a bit slow at first, but after a few moments I was moving like an animal. I was pounding her so hard that the only sounds you heard were the groans and moans coming from the dark-stock and our flesh slapping together.

After I was satisfied my fingers were clean, I removed them from the slut’s mouth, and used that hand to grip the rope I used to bind her hands. I pulled her hands back, using the rope as leverage as I fucked her harder and faster than I did before. I was pounding my dick into her pussy, feeling her warmth engulf my dick. After a minute or two of straight fucking, I began to slow down for a moment, giving us both a chance to catch our breath. I pushed my cock deep within her, and left it there for a moment as I regained my composure. Then, without warning, I started fucking her violently once more.

The process had continued for a good ten minutes. The fucking, then the relaxing, then the fucking once more. By this time, the little whore had tears dripping down her face. I was not gentle. Few bitches can hold themselves together once I’m through with them. Teresa was not one of them, this much was easy to see. I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me. I’d be ready in a few moments, but for now, I wanted to rape this slut just a little bit more. My handprints were all over her ass because I had spanked her; I wanted the bitch to remember she was mine.

After a couple more minutes of fucking, I decided that it was time for me to end this. I started pounding her violently, pushing my cock deeper and deeper than it was before. A few minutes later, I exploded inside of her. I’d spent at least 15 minutes constantly fucking her. What can I say? That bullshit about guys going for hours is ridiculous. Unless you’re the Rock on Viagra and Red Bull, there’s no way in hell you can fuck for more than 45 minutes, MAYBE. I groaned, resting my body on top of hers, breathing hard and letting my sweat transfer to the little whore’s body. After taking about a minute to recompose myself, I pulled my cock from her pussy and left her there, still bent over on the bed, cum dripping from her pussy with her wrists tied tightly behind her back.

I picked up a towel and used it to wipe the sweat from my body, and the pussy juice from my dick, and tossed it onto Teresa’s back. She was still sobbing and crying, unable to move. Then again, she wouldn’t move if she could, she was scared shitless. I walked over to her, and slid my finger across her back. I watched her shudder as I did.

“You’ve got some of your master’s cum left in you whore…but don’t worry. I’ll be right back with someone to clean that up for you.” I told her, grinning and chuckling as I walked away. She shook with fear as I told her this, but didn’t move otherwise. I hadn’t done a whole lot to the bitch as far as girl/girl action goes, but I figured that now was the perfect time to do so. I strolled down the corridor, stark naked, but it didn’t matter. It was my house, after all. My slaves were so used to seeing me naked anyways.

I opened the door to what would seem to others like a basement, but in reality, it was my slave’s home. They were cells, not unlike those you would find at a police station, with the exception that all the beds had restraints on them, as well as the walls, and a pair of handcuffs hanging from the ceiling if it struck my fancy. I walked down the stairs, and into the middle of the room, where I could see every one of my sluts if I moved in a full circle. From Asian, to black, to Mexican, white, and everywhere in between, I had a full selection of whores to choose from. I also had ages. I had a teenager, all the other race girls, and of course, an older woman, late thirties, I didn’t usually go beyond that. I don’t want to fuck a senior citizen. As the women watched me walk in, they all dropped to their knees, like they were taught.

“Lily!” I shouted, referring to the Asian bitch that I let Mr. Andrews use last night.

“Yes master?” She asked, staring at the floor while on her knees.

“I require your services.” I told her, without elaborating on it. She replied with another yes master, and rose from her knees as I opened the cell door. The other sluts in the room remained silent. I shook my head and pointed at the floor. “You are a sex slave, whore. You know what is required of you.” I told her, with a glare in my eyes that showed her I was very displeased with her. I watched her swallow as she slowly knelt down. I mouthed the words, “You’re getting another punishment later for this.” And I saw a tear begin to drip from her eye. I grinned, as I walked to the wall where I had leashes for the sluts. I took it off the wall, opened it up, and wrapped it around her neck, snug, but not so much to strangle her. It was tight enough to make her breathe just a bit harder. “Come.” I ordered, and tugged on the leash as I began to walk away from the cells.

The whore had a tough time getting up the stairs, but I’ve had her for a good four months now, she was getting the hang of being my personal sex slave. She crawled on all fours, following me like the bitch she was. It was easy for her to keep pace; all I had to do was tug on the leash that was choking her, and that was enough motivation for her to move faster. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity for her, we arrived at the torturing room, where we saw the little dark-stock bitch exactly the way I left her. She hadn’t moved a muscle. She even had the towel still resting on her back. I knelt down and removed the leash from Lily’s neck, and she began to take deep gasps of air.

“We’re back, slut. And I’ve brought someone to clean that dirty fucking pussy of yours.” I told her, coldly. I glanced over to the Asian bitch. “Tongue fuck this slut until I tell you otherwise, and make sure you get every last drop of my cum too. Understand?” I told her, and pulled her hair tightly until her faces was inches from mine. She nodded quickly, fear in her eyes.

“Ye-yes, of course master.” She answered, and I let go of her hair. She quickly crawled over to Teresa, who lay motionless on the bed except for her sobbing, and moved her head towards the dark-stock’s pussy. She used her hands to spread Teresa’s ass cheeks open, then slid her tongue across her slit. I stood over her, and I watched her do so, feeling my cock begin to harden. This was one of my favorite things to do with my sluts. Let them clean my cum from each other. I had to give the black bitch the opportunity to do so as well, and that would come very shortly. I watched my beautiful Asian whore with the long black hair, brown eyes, and 34 D tits slide her tongue up and down my black bitch’s labia. I shook my head, feeling my cock grow rock hard.

I watched the cum gather up on my Asian slut’s tongue, and watched as she swallowed a mouthful, then continued, shoving her tongue deep inside the black pussy, fucking it like it was my dick. She put her whole mouth over Teresa’s pussy, and began to suck, in an effort to get some more cum out of her pussy. I started jerking my cock as I was watching this. After swallowed once more, she trailed her tongue down Teresa’s thighs, licking the cum that dripped down her legs. Teresa, meanwhile, was shaking and trembling violently. I was about ready to start fucking them again, but there was one last bit for Lily to do. I pointed at the floor.

“You missed a spot, whore.” There was a small bit of cum resting on the carpet, and Lily wasted no time in dropping her face to the ground, as she began to lap at the cum quickly. These slaves had no shame left. From piss and toilet water, to dirt and mud, these bitches had had their faces and mouths in all of it. I was very thorough in my training, and I did occasionally use piss in the course of their training, or if I needed to degrade them every now and again, but not incredibly often. As Lily finished with the cum from the floor, I untied Teresa’s wrists, where her arms just flopped out. She lay there, unmoving. I wasn’t having that. When you’re a sex slave, your whole life is dedicated to servitude, and with me, that meant you were always working. No breaks, no reprieves, just pleasuring your master. If you fucked that up, you needed to be punished. And that’s exactly what was going to happen to the dark-stock.

I grabbed her by the hair and threw her off the bed. She let off a sudden scream, and flew as I threw her away. I wasn’t done with her yet. I pulled her up from the floor, screaming and crying, and slapped in the face about half as hard as I could. She would have fell over, except I held her by her arm, so she didn’t go anywhere. Then I slapped her again. And Again. Again. Again. Her face was red, and she was bleeding from the lip. Tears were constantly dripping from her eyes. I looked at her in those eyes, a fury that she has never seen before.

“Are you ready now…?” Was all I asked her, and I only did it in a whisper, but that whisper was so evil, so dark, that it seemed to come from the devil himself. And I might as well be the devil on Earth. This mansion is hell. My dick is my pitchfork. These girls are the ones to suffer. Teresa looked me in the cold, dark eyes that I had, and nodded quickly, returning a whisper of her own, this one filled with fear and sadness.

“Yes Master…” She replied, and I nodded, with an unstated “Good.” Lily was staring at the floor, trying to be uninvolved. I snapped my fingers, and she snapped back into reality, that she was involved with it. I sat down on the bed, and she knew what to do. She dropped to her knees, and began to suck my dick. I looked up at Teresa.

“Join her.” I ordered, moving my hands over Lily’s head as I began to fuck her face. Teresa crawled over, and began to rub my thighs as my cock slammed into Lily’s mouth. As Teresa rubbed my thighs, Lily was choking on my cock. That, of course, was just the way I liked it. I looked down at the Asian bitch, who was also looking up at me. I stopped fucking her face for a moment, allowing her to relax for a moment as she began bobbing her head up and down on my dick. I started running my fingers through her soft hair, feeling my slut’s spit slide down from my cock to my balls. I moved one hand from Lily’s head to Teresa’s hair, and I gripped it tightly, causing her to moan out loud. I pulled her head towards my thigh, and pushed her lips against it.

“Lick my thighs, whore. I told you to join her, that means you use your mouth as much as she does.” I told her, and Teresa replied with a yes master, and she began to lick my thighs as she was told. Moving her head from side to side, as Lily moved up and down on my dick, I had to say it felt pretty damn good. I leaned back for a moment and allowed the girls to continue pleasuring me. Lily pulled my cock from her mouth and began to slide her tongue up and down my shaft, licking up the spit that she had left all over my dick. Meanwhile, the dark-stock was on my left thigh, making out with it. Fucking whores, I loved it. I stood up.

“Teresa, suck my dick. Lily, you lick my balls.”

“Yes master.” They replied at the same time, and did as they were told. Teresa pulled her bruised and cut mouth over my dick, and began to suck it, despite the pain she was feeling. Lily dropped her head next to Teresa’s, with their cheeks touching, and started tonguing my balls. This was my favorite part. Well, almost. I took Teresa’s head in my hands and started to fuck her face, closing my eyes as I did so. She was moaning in pain, but didn’t stop me.  I opened my eyes and looked back down at her, grinning as I fucked her head faster, while Lily was continually licking my balls.

“Lily, down to my spot.” I let go of Teresa’s head who exhaled loudly through her nose, and began to slide her head up and down my dick slowly, trying to regain her composure. Lily’s head moved down to that little area between my balls and my asshole, and she began to lick it, her nose pressed against my balls. Teresa moved her hand over my dick and jerked me off as she sucked me, starting to bob her head faster since she recovered a bit more. I closed my eyes for a moment, and then reopened them. Imagine that. A black whore sucking on your dick while an Asian was tonguing your balls. Just another day at the office for me. Now it was time for my favorite part.

“Make out with each other, whores.” I told them, and moved away, pulling my dick from Teresa’s mouth. Teresa hasn’t been involved in a lot of lesbian activities, but definitely some, so she doesn’t have any excuse. She knew this, of course, and moved over to Lily. The two sex slaves began to kiss each other furiously, tongue wrestling at each opportunity. I watched them, jerking myself off as they performed for me. I tilted my head, popping my neck while the two whores made out with one another. I smirked.

“Now continue making out, but do it while licking my asshole.” I ordered them, and turned around. Teresa never did this before, but I had Lily do it a couple times with the other whores. Fresh from her recent beating, the dark-stock was in no position to resist. She and Lily crawled over to my ass, and resumed their make-out session, but with their tongues meeting at my asshole this time. I continued to jerk off, feeling each of their warm tongues slide across my asshole. Admittedly, this is one of the most amazing feelings on the planet. And when you put that together with the fact that two of your sex slaves were making out with each other and your ass, this is something that men can’t even dream about.

I continued to jerk myself off, my eyes closed tightly as I watched what was going on in my mind’s eye. I had to decide whether I wanted to fuck them or just finish all over their faces. I continued to hear the kissing sounds coming off my ass, and felt their warm tongues stab into me. In the end, I decided to fuck the whores instead of cumming all over them. At least, not until after I fucked them. I allowed them to make out with my ass for a few more seconds, then I moved away, and they looked up at me, wondering what I wanted them to do next.

For a good half hour I fucked them, taking them into every position I could think of. My cock went into the dark-stock’s mouth, the Asian slut’s ass; the dark-stock’s pussy, to the Asian’s mouth, and everywhere in between. I wanted to have fun, so I was more concentrated on that than on training the dark-stock. She didn’t need a whole lot. Tomorrow she would get started on the gauntlet. As I was contemplating her training, I had my cock in the dark-stock’s asshole while she was on all fours, and behind me was Lily, tonguing my balls rapidly. It was difficult for her to stay with me, since I was fucking Teresa relatively fast.

I pulled my dick from the bitch’s asshole, and turned towards my Asian slut. She immediately began sucking my dick, tasting the shit from the dark-stock’s ass. Like I said, these whores have been through it all, they know nothing about shame. They understand that their place is to serve me, and that they are nothing more than objects. There’s no such thing as a perfect slave. It’s no fun for me anyways, to have a nympho-fucking-maniac. I want to see the pain in every one of my sluts’ eyes. If I ever do get whores like that, I sell them. They make more money, and don’t please me enough. Nymphos are greedy fucking bitches. They want pleasure, more than anything.

All these whores that I’ve trained and kept serve me out of fear, not because they want to. Forcing innocent whores to do slutty and sexual things is what keeps me going. Every bitch in my personal harem hates everything that I do to them, and hates what I force them to do to me. I see the anger in their eyes from time to time. But like I said, these bitches are trained, and trained well, and will do as they are told. Just like Lily, while she’s sucking on Teresa’s clit while getting fucked in her ass, right now. Like my white whore, Ashley, who gets her throat fucked every morning. Like my teenager, Jennifer, who cries every so often, but is repaid with piss in her mouth. Like my older slut, Rachel, who cleans the virgin’s blood from the floor whenever I break a new slave, and then shortly afterwards I reward her with an anal rape.

Stupid bitches. I pulled my cock from Lily’s asshole. I pulled her up by her hair and told her to open her mouth. As she obeyed, I jerked off until I shot my load mostly in her mouth, but some of it landed on her face. And she French kissed my black whore, swapping cum with each other before swallowing it when I was satisfied.

“Lets go, whores.” I took the leash and granted Lily a reprieve, since she was such an obedient slut. I wrapped the leash around Teresa’s neck, the same tight way that I did with Lily earlier. They both crawled behind me as I tugged on Teresa’s leash, leading them both back to their cells. After a few minutes, we arrived, and I took the leash off. Teresa had the exact same reaction that Lily did earlier. I began addressing the other whores.

“Listen up sluts. To help with Teresa’s training, all of you will be eating her pussy, one by one, until she has an orgasm. After she cums, the next whore in line will begin eating her. When you bring her to an orgasm, you move to the back of the line, and wait your turn once more. I will be checking on you all periodically, and if I find that any of you do not participate, then I will double the punishment I have planned for all of you. Is that understood, slaves?” The room was filled with a simultaneous yes master. “Good.” I turned, and left. Those sluts knew I could turn on some cameras and watch them at any time. As I opened the door to leave, I turned, and saw that Rachel was going first. She thinks that because she’s the oldest, she can take care of them all. I’ll make her pay for her overwhelming sense of responsibility.

Chapter IV

       I left the slave cells to do some working out in the weight room of my mansion. I had a flat screen situated on the wall, and periodically I would switch from the basketball game to the camera in the slave cells, just to make sure my girls were all doing their work. They were doing as they were told, and that would limit the punishment they would all receive later, lucky for them. I switched back to the game and started running on my treadmill.

       While I was running, I looked down and began thinking about my next pair of slaves, Crystal and April Forscythe. Just thinking of the mother was intoxicating me. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on that bitch and start training her. Mother-daughter combinations were great. Forcing sluts to commit incest was one of my favorite things to do. After a few minutes of running, I slowed the treadmill to a stop, and stepped off. I took the towel from one of the weight benches and wiped the sweat from my head and face. I dropped the towel back onto the bench, picked up the barbell, and started doing barbell curls.

       As I was doing the curls, my mind once again wandered to the two sluts I was about to train, especially April. I imagined that I was curling April, not the barbell, and that I was fucking her while standing like that. Staring into that slut’s eyes, watching the tears drip down her face as she realized she was becoming my slave. I grit my teeth as the workout was getting harder, but my dick started swelling, and I needed relief soon. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as the mother continued to whet my sexual appetite. I was curling faster, sweat dripping profusely down my body. Finally, I decided that was enough for the day, and I dropped the barbell to the ground. It bounced off the rubber floor a bit, but still clanked on the ground as it hit.

       Testosterone and adrenaline swarmed through my body, and a combination of excitement and sexual arousal seemed to explode in me. I walked briskly back to the slave cells, and slammed the door open. As I did, Ashley was on my trainee’s cunt, licking and sucking. She immediately rose, juices dripping from her chin and lips. All the slaves saw me enter, then quickly dropped to their knees, presenting their tits and held their wrists together behind their backs, in attention. Teresa was so exhausted that she could hardly move from her laying position on the floor. I didn’t really care at the moment. All I knew is that I needed to be satisfied. I decided that Rachel was to be my victim. She was the closest to April, but already I knew that April was going to be one of my top sluts, and Rachel certainly was not. She was going to be sold as soon as April’s training was complete.

       “RACHEL! COME!” I said, with a flame blazing in my eyes. I wasn’t angry; I just needed to get off. Rachel quickly began to crawl towards me as fast as she could. A few less disciplined sluts glanced over at Rachel as she moved, but most of them kept their eyes forward as they were taught. I’m they were all fortunate that it wasn’t them that was going to get whatever was in store for Rachel. As she reached me, I gripped her black hair tightly and pulled her up on her feet. I didn’t have time for her to crawl, degrading would come for the older slut, and I’ll be sure to make up for it later.

       “GET BACK TO EATING!” I shouted, and dragged Rachel out by her arm. Ashley quickly dropped down to Teresa’s pussy, and started eating again. The other whores got in line. I slammed the door shut, and took Rachel to the bathroom. I threw her in, where she cried out as she fell to the floor. I entered the bathroom, which was of course, luxurious like the rest of the mansion. I quickly removed my clothes, and opened the shower door and stepped in, Rachel timidly following behind me. I turned the shower on, making sure it was warm, then looked back at my older whore, who was trembling and looking at me with fearful eyes.

       “On your knees, slut.” I ordered, with a calmness that I wasn’t showing only moments before. She quickly replied with a yes master, and then dropped to her knees, below me. The water from the showerhead was hitting me on the back, but dripping down from my body down onto the top of her head. The sweat that I had from my workout session was quickly washing away. I snapped my fingers and pointed at my cock.

       “Suck it, whore.” I stated, with that same calmness. I rarely shouted like I did a few moments ago, but the passion was burning inside of me. I got control of myself once more, especially since I knew I was seconds away from getting the pleasure that I needed. So much time with these sluts was like a drug, and I needed my fix. Even with the water dripping down my body, Rachel quickly obeyed, opened her mouth and taking my dick inside, sucking it quickly. She gripped my cock and started jerking me off as she sucked me, and looked up at me with those blue eyes of hers. I ran my hand through her wet hair, grinning as I felt the pleasure of this whore’s tongue and mouth over my cock. The water poured all over her face and eyes, but still she remained, unblinking, looking straight into her master’s eyes. She was a good cocksucker, and a decent fuck, but not anything special. Older whores usually lose the fire that they had in their youth, the kind that I get out of the rest of my whores. The pleasure I got from Rachel was purely psychological. Imagine that hot teacher that was a bitch to you in high school now taking orders from you, taking a dick in the ass because she looked at you wrong. That’s what was getting me off.

       I took her head in my hands and started to pump my cock in and out of her mouth like a pussy, the head of my dick touching the back of her throat. Even with the loudness of the shower, I still heard the gags coming from her. After fucking her face for a moment, I stopped and allowed her to suck once more on her own. As she was doing that, I let the water flow through my hair, and I slicked it back, getting the hair out of my eyes. I tilted my head and popped my neck, meanwhile Rachel moved down from my dick to my balls, sliding her tongue up and down them as she stroked her hand over my cock. A few moments of that, she then moved her head back up from my balls to my dick, and sucked me while jerking me off. Her eyes never stopped looking up at me.

       “Up slut.” I told her as I moved back, removing my dick from her mouth. She quickly obeyed, standing up waiting for whatever it was that I had in store for her. I turned her so that her back was to me, and moved my cock into my slut’s pussy from behind. I felt her cunt was dripping wet, and not from the shower. I could tell that the whore really liked sucking cock. As my dick slid into Rachel, she moaned, feeling my length inside her. I began pumping away at her, while the warm water hit my back. Our flesh slapped together, and the water splashed every time I fucked her. Every time my cock pushed into her, she grunted, or moaned, while I just stood there, gritting my teeth.

       I started to fuck her faster and faster, my sexual excitement still pumping adrenaline through me, still empowering me with the energy to fuck this slut better than I’d ever fucked her before. Rachel could see that, her cries growing louder and louder, in-between occasional “Oh my god”s. Rachel didn’t exactly have a fantastic body, but her breasts were firm beyond her age, and she wasn’t chubby. She had a nice ass, and I stared down at that as I raped this slut. I wrapped my arms around her body, gripping her firm 32C tits tightly. This caused her to moan a bit louder than before, but she was still getting rocked by the hard fucking I was giving her.

       “Take…it…you fucking whore…”I muttered between pumps inside her. Rachel didn’t respond, just grunted with each push I gave her. Suddenly, I pulled my cock from her. This caused her to moan from frustration. I was bringing her close to a cum. She wouldn’t be disappointed for long. I turned her around so that she faced me, and lifted her up by her legs and lowered her down on my cock. As I pierced her pussy with my dick, she moaned in pleasure once more, and I began to lift her up and down on my cock, like I had imagined earlier with April. I pounded her hard, and she stared into my eyes, with a frown on her face as she moaned. I turned around while I was fucking her like this, letting the water slam into her back now. I watched her tits bounce, turning me on even more.

       “Oh…fuck…master…oh my god…” She moaned out, eyes wanting to shut out of pure ecstasy, but she kept her eyes on me. I glared into her eyes, gritting my teeth tightly, and moved even faster, as impossible as it seemed. “Ma-master…May…May I cum please?” She begged me, groaning as my cock continued to wail away at her. I shook my head no, and continued to fuck her. I saw tears come from her eyes as she was forced to hold off her orgasm. I certainly didn’t make things easier, as I still fucked her exactly the same as I did before. Finally, about a minute later, I looked into Rachel’s eyes.

       “Cum all over my dick, you stupid whore.” I told her, and fucked her continually. She screamed, and with a smile on her face let herself cum. I saw her shuddered as the orgasm flew in waves through her body, causing her to cry out in pure pleasure. I hadn’t fucked this whore like that in a long time, probably since her training. She finally finished her orgasm, but I never stopped fucking her. After a couple more minutes of fucking her, I lowered her to the ground.

       “Suck my fucking cock until I shoot my load into your mouth.” She quickly obeyed, and sucked with all the ability that she had. Maybe she was thankful that I gave her such an orgasm, and was trying to make it up for me. Her head bobbed on my dick as fast as she could move, and she jerked me off with the same speed. Her free hand moved down to my balls and fondled as she sucked harder and faster. Finally, it was good enough for me. My balls expanded, and waves of sperm shot into my older whore’s mouth.

       Watching my slave swallow my cum, I came down from my sexual high. It was as if I was a totally different person during that time, and now I was back in control of my own body. What the hell happened? How did I have such a reaction to just thinking about April? I should have more control than that. What was it that she had that intoxicated me so? With the realization that I wasn’t in control, came the anger that followed. How could I lose control like that? My eyes swayed until they fell upon April. She saw the fire in my eyes, and knew that my anger was going to be taken out on her. Come to think about it, I was already pissed at Rachel, just because she was being the “responsible adult” for the rest of my sluts. Well, be responsible for this, bitch.

       I gripped her hair tightly, causing her to cry out in pain. As her mouth opened up, I pushed my dick down her throat, and began to piss. After such an orgasm, it was taking me a lot of effort to get all my piss out, and there was quite a bit. Rachel looked at my cock in shock, but didn’t allow it to leave her mouth, and swallowed as the yellow liquid seeped into her throat. She gagged and choked on my piss, but still didn’t let my dick drop from her mouth. After about a minute, I was finally done, and I removed my dick from her mouth. I didn’t forget about the degradation I promised myself earlier. As I finished pissing down her throat, I saw the tears drip from her eyes. This was probably the worst thing I do to my sluts, but regardless, who cares about them? They’re nothing but objects to be used and abused anyways.

       I turned off the shower, and exited, drying myself off with one of the towels. Rachel just sat there on her knees, not moving, probably from shock. I snapped my finger, bringing Rachel back to reality. I curled my finger, signaling for her to get out of the shower and come to me. She crawled towards me on her hands and knees, a bit slower than she had when I pulled her from the slave cells. She was still dripping wet, probably a little cold, but as a slave, she knew she wasn’t allowed the dignity of drying herself off. Only if I had decided that she may dry herself off was she allowed to, but rarely did that ever happen. Water dripped continually down from her hair, and she stared down at the floor as she remained on her hands and knees. I took a leash from the wall (I have leashes in every room in my house, for obvious reasons) and attached it to Rachel’s neck. I tightened the leash with the same snug effect that I do on all my sluts, put on my robe, and walked out of the bathroom, Rachel following me as she was pulled from the leash.

       “Let’s see how your friends are holding up, shall we, slut?” I asked rhetorically.

       “Yes master.” Rachel replied. I chuckled. Oh well, whatever. I went out to the dining room, and decided that I’d allow Rachel some water. So I poured her a bowl and lay it near my feet, where she looked up at me, waiting for me to allow her to drink.

       “Go ahead whore.” I told her, still gripping the leash in my hand as I sat down at the table. I opened up the laptop that I left there, and pulled up the surveillance program I had on it, that allowed me to watch any camera in the house. I went to the slave cells cameras, and saw that my dark-stock whore, Felicia was working away at Teresa’s pussy. I shook my head, chuckling softly. Boy, did that bitch have it rough. I glanced down at Rachel, who was busy lapping up the water that I gave her. She must have been thirsty. The only source of water that my whores had besides the water that I would give to them 3 times a day in these bowls was their own toilets. I loved sneaking into the slave cells and watching my whores with their heads stuck in the toilets, drinking up the only source of water they had. I leaned back in my chair, and used Rachel as a footrest, and began to relax. The workout I did earlier was starting to get to me.

       I had dozed off for about an hour, and then awoke to my stomach growling. I looked at the time on the laptop. Wow, 1:00 already? Time for my lunch. I lifted my legs off of Rachel, who didn’t move an inch. I rose from the chair, and began to tug at the leash, signaling her to follow me. I went down to the slave cells, where I caught my Mexican whore, Rose, working away at Teresa.

       “Sluts, attention.” I ordered, and they quickly dropped to their knees, in a line so that I could see them all, and rested at attention. “Lunch time. Ashley, you will prepare my meal. The rest of you, make the slave gruel and pour yourselves bowls of water. Understood?” I asked them, overlooking them all.

       “Yes master.” They all replied, at the same time, and crawled in a single-file line behind one another, Ashley leading them. Teresa remained, unmoving. I didn’t want to kill the slut, so I supposed that now was the time to allow her the much-needed rest she required. I walked over to her, and she looked up at me with a blank stare, but I could still see a small twinge of fear in her. I kneeled down, and picked her up, and carried her to one of the beds. I laid her down on the bed, and bent over so that my face was mere millimeters away from hers. She looked at me, but her eyes were barely open.

       “You are allowed to sleep for now. Tomorrow, I will be putting you through the gauntlet, so you better be rested.” I whispered in her ear, then rose and walked away. She waited until I left the room, then lost consciousness. I walked down the hallway to the dining room, where I saw all my whores except Ashley on their hands and knees, eating ravenously at the slave gruel in it’s bowl and lapped away at their water. A few moments later, I saw Ashley exit the kitchen with a couple turkey breast sandwiches with sourdough bread, and she rested the plate onto the table, along with the tea that I always had with my lunch. After she left my meal on the table, she went down below it, undid my robe, and pulled my dick into her mouth. She knew that she would be allowed to eat only after I finished. If I decided that I wanted to cum, then she would have to wait until after I came, otherwise, she could go and make her meal when I was finished.

       I ate my sandwiches, thinking about how I lost control earlier when I was thinking about April. It still bewildered the hell out of me. I chewed and swallowed slowly, stuck in my own thoughts. My slaves were done eating, and they all sat at attention as they waited for my next command. Ashley was still sucking my cock, obediently, probably starving but not caring about it. After what seemed to be an eternity, I finished my lunch, and rose from the table, pulling my cock from Ashley’s mouth.

       “Alright whore, go make your lunch. The rest of you, come with me to the sitting room.” That place where I met with Mr. Andrews the night before. They all replied with a yes master, and began to crawl behind me towards the sitting room. I sat down in my chair, my throne, and turned on the TV, watching some meaningless program while I was contemplating how I would punish all of my sluts. They were all presenting themselves, on their knees with their hands behind their heads, chests pressed out.

       After a few minutes of contemplation, I knew what I was going to do. I rose, and walked quickly out of the room. My slave’s eyes followed me as I left. I went back to the dining room where I saw Ashley finishing up her dinner, in a bowl on the floor. I stood over her and waited until she was finished. As she did, I grabbed a leash from the wall and placed it around her neck, and took her to my study. She crawled like a dog behind me.

       I sat down at the desk in my study, with the desktop computer flashing pictures of my former and present slaves as a screensaver, and picked up the phone. Ashley rested on her hands and knees to the side of me, as I dialed in the numbers to my affiliate in Hawaii. A few rings went by before someone picked it up.

       “Hello sir! Good of you to call.” The master I had put in charge of my slave ring in Hawaii. I had a hell of a view in my mini-mansion over there in Hawaii.

       “I’m fine, Greg. How are the girls?” I asked.

       “They’re fine. Elizabeth has been increasingly difficult as of late, but otherwise things are running smoothly.”

       “Elizabeth…Elizabeth…Ah, the Mexican whore?” I asked, as I brought her file up on my desktop computer. Her breasts were 34B, but she did have a fantastic body. She was one of those Spanish channel anchorwomen, where Mexico doesn’t have a problem with putting hot bitches over the air. It took me a little bit to remember her training, and I didn’t have any problems with her. Of course, Greg wasn’t me. “Perhaps you should send her down here for a little while, maybe I should straighten her out. How’s the sales going on out there?”

       “I sold a couple slaves to some buyers in Japan. 321 and 284, Angela and Sandra.” As he told me this, I brought their files up on the computer. I hadn’t trained either of these, but Greg was a capable master, if a bit too kindly for my tastes. 57 grand for the two of them, I saw.

       “Good job. How’d you net the extra seven grand?”

       “Tip money for Angela. She was one of those turned slaves. The Japanese tend to like their woman obedient.” Turned slave was a term in my business that meant that the slave came to enjoy her enslavement. I guess it worked out for all of us.

       “Keep up the good work. Give me a call if Angela gives you any more problems.”

       “Elizabeth, sir.”

       “Whatever.” Then I hung up. I glanced over at Ashley, and snapped my fingers. She moved below the desk to start giving me a blowjob, and I called the next master, my associate in Manhattan.

       “John! What’s going on with my whores over there? Did you move anyone?”

       “Hey! No, I didn’t. Not today, anyways. I’ve been talking with one of the guys over there in the Bronx, but you know how that goes.”

       “Yeah, yeah, I hear you. Watch out for the Dodgers this year, I’ll see the Yankees at the World Series.” I told him, a grin on my face as Ashley choked on my cock.

       “We’ll see. Thanks for callin’, boss.” He hung up. I’m pretty friendly with the guys that are working with me. I have to be; I can’t afford to have a master backstab me. I had that once with a guy who turned state’s evidence. It took me a while to take care of that, bumping the guy off and covering myself, but it was an eternal pain in the ass. I learned my lesson after that. I have affiliates all over the world. The Caribbean, St. Petersburg, Berlin, London, Sydney, Tijuana, Tokyo, Stockholm (which is a lot out of my pocket to maintain), Rio de Janeiro, and of course, one in each region of the United States. I’ve even got a facility that I have a few slaves and a master maintaining in Antarctica that I can retreat to if things really get to shit. Calling them all to check in took about an hour, during which Ashley was constantly blowing me.

       As I hung up the phone for the last time after getting in touch with my Sydney counterpart, I looked down at Ashley, and began to pump my cock deep into her throat. She worked her tongue incredibly around my cock as she sucked me. I use her a lot for a reason; she was my top slut. She was the top slut. Every master and mistress craved her, but I wouldn’t give her up. Truth is, most of my sluts were better than any other personal slave for the masters out there, but there were a few that I wanted. I was hoping to bargain for a couple at the next meeting.

       I stopped fucking her face for a moment and allowed her to continue on my dick. I knew she still didn’t enjoy what was happening to her, but she was resigned. She was broken, without the resistance to fight me back. She was never allowed to know she was the best; I didn’t want her confidence to grow. The only thing she had to know was that if she didn’t do the best she could, she would be punished, quite severely. That’s what made her a good whore. That’s what made the best whores. Not through enjoyment, but fear. I knew adrenaline pumped through Ashley’s veins as she thought about the punishment that I promised her earlier. Maybe she could get me to relieve her of the punishment if she gave me an amazing blowjob. So the adrenaline gave her the energy to fuck her own face with my dick. Perhaps I would allow her to service me instead of be punished.

       She sucked on my balls as I jerked myself hard, and fast. After a few moments of the licking and sucking, I was ready to blow.

       “Take my fucking cum, slut!” I growled, and pulled her by the hair tightly to my dick, where she opened her mouth and allowed my sperm to shoot out. Most of the cum shot onto her tongue, but some got her in the face. She left the cum on her tongue until I gave her the permission to swallow, and she did. She then gently wrapped her lips around my wilting cock and sucked on it gently. “Good job, you little whore.” I told her, sliding my fingers through her hair, then pulled away.

       I spent the rest of the day just doing my own thing, allowing my slaves to retire to the slave cells while I was shooting hoops. I showered after two hours of my own shoot-around, taking Ashley into the shower with me for service and forced her to wash me. I watched T.V for a while and got some work done on the computer, then retired to my room, where my little sex kitten Ashley massaged me, and I fell asleep.

Chapter V

       I awoke the next morning with a start. Ashley sat at the edge of the bed on her knees at attention, and breakfast food aroma entered my nose from the kitchen. Looks like my slaves weren’t making the same mistake today. After a shower with my best whore, I went out to the dining room, and called up the guards that I had surrounding my mansion on one of the phones. Shortly after, my meal had arrived. My sluts made me waffles, sausage, eggs, and coffee. I’d came in Ashley’s mouth just as I was finishing my meal,  and I allowed the rest of the whores to make their own breakfast.

       I’d noticed Teresa wasn’t a part of the group, so she must still be in the slave cells sleeping. After turning on the cameras, I found that she was, in fact, sleeping. Well, we’d have to punish her yet again for that little mistake. As if she wasn’t getting enough today.

       I heard the doorbell ring, and I saw on the cameras that it was my guards precisely on schedule. I sent Lily to allow the guards in. In the meantime, I went down to the slave cells to get the subject of today’s gauntlet, Teresa. I walked over to her cell where I saw her sleeping, peacefully. I grinned, as I realized what her punishment was going to be for not waking up with the rest of the sluts and making my breakfast. I walked over to a cabinet with a combination padlock, and opened it up. This cabinet was where I kept supplies, torture devices for misbehaving sluts. I took a couple of safety pins from the cabinet, shut it and relocked it.

       I walked back into Teresa’s room, and kneeled down next to her. She was still sleeping, which was the way I needed it to be. I positioned myself slowly, then I acted. I sent the needle quickly through her nipple. You can all guess what happened next.

       “AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!” She screamed, a blood-curdling scream, and as she tried to jerk away I gripped her by the throat tightly and held her down. I took the second safety pin, and managed to pierce the second nipple, even though she was shaking violently. I got a reaction similar to the first. I closed both the safety pins while she was trembling and sobbing, stood up, grinning, with a cold stare in my eyes.

       “Perhaps next time you’ll remember that you have duties along with the rest of my whores, and you need to fufill them. Don’t ever let me catch you sleeping when you’re supposed to be making my breakfast. Do you understand?” I asked her, whispering with a tone that almost seemed demonic. She nodded slowly, tears dripping from her eyes as she looked up at me. I slid my hand through her hair and nodded slowly. “Good.”

       I went over to the wall where I kept my leashes, and took one down, putting on Teresa’s neck before I led her back to the dining room where the guards were waiting. Teresa sat at attention in front of them. There were ten of them; two for the main gate, two for the walls on the north, east, and west, and then two in the control room where they could watch the surveillance cameras. Generally, I only used two sets of guards at a time, one for the cameras and one for the main gate, but during the few days after I aquire a new slave to train, I use them all to make sure that my slaves don’t try to escape or that no one goes snooping around. I also use them if I host a meeting with the masters. The guards live about a mile away in a housing development that I have provided for them with their families. Of course, their families can never know who it is they are protecting.

       “Gentlemen. You all know why you’re here. This is the subject for today. As you can see,” I gestured at her breasts, where the safety pins were still closed upon her nipples, “she has already been misbehaving today. So, I ask you. Do not be gentle with her. I know it’s her first time, but she needs to be reminded of her place.” With this, I saw a few of them grow smirks on their faces. I nodded to them, then turned and walked away. I hadn’t even been out of the room yet when I heard zippers and the dark-stock cry out.

       If you hadn’t figured it out yet, this was the gauntlet. The gangbang of a slut who has to deal with ten grown men. I went into the master bedroom with Ashley in tow and sat down on the bed, allowing her to massage me as I turned the TV on to watch how my trainee was coping with the gauntlet. As I turned it on, Teresa was taking a cock in the ass and pussy, on her hands and knees, while another one of my guards shoved his dick down her throat. I switched to different cameras as I watched them. Her pierced tits were red as the guards mauled her breasts. Her eyes seemed to bulge out of her head as she was getting mouth fucked. All these guys had wives; they all had a family. But I’d guess they never fucked their wives quite like this.

       I saw the first couple of guys expel their load. Waves of cum filled her cunt, ass, and mouth. No more than five seconds later, Teresa’s cum-filled mouth was used for another man’s cock. The cum dripped out of her mouth, down her neck and body while her face was raped. Shortly afterwards, another pair of men started using her fuckholes. I could see the animal need on some of these guys faces. They loved to fuck my whores. They didn’t have to worry about the girls bitching and moaning. They could just use them and abuse them in any way they imagined.

       I watched them put my slut into any position they could think of. They had her ride two cocks(one for her ass, the other for her pussy), while jerking two more and sucking one. She was pleasuring five cocks at the same time. Another was holding her up in the air by her legs and double penetrating her like so, while another was whipping her with a medium flogger. The rest of the guys were jerking off, watching this go down. They had even managed to get two cocks into her ass, but it was a slow, probably uncomfortable fuck for all parties involved.

       The gauntlet continued for another couple of hours, with each guy getting to cum at least three times, some of them more. By the time they were all finished with her, the dark-stock was laying on the floor, curled in a little ball, sweat, cum, and her own love juices mixed together in the puddle in which she lay. Her hair was matted together with the massive amount of sperm that all these guys had unleashed on her. The slut’s eyes were blood-shot, as she laid there, breathing silently.

       I walked into the room, where my guards were all sitting at the dining room table chatting, exhausted but extremely satisfied. Ashley crawled beside me with her leash on, and I held it tightly as I smiled at the guards.

       “Well, gentlemen. I hope you enjoyed yourselves thoroughly. If you’d like, take one of the girls into the shower and indulge yourselves once more, but I would like to wrap this up.” I told them politely.

       “Sure thing boss.” One of the guys said, I couldn’t remember who. These guards didn’t really mean a shit to me. I could kill every single one of these guys with my bare hands. I just liked having other people do my dirty work for me. Besides, I can’t watch the whole place on my own. As they began to file out, one by one, picking the girls to service them once more, I glanced down at Teresa. She was paralyzed, on the floor, from going through what was easily the worst experience of her life. My eyes shifted to Ashley, who was still on the floor next to me in her attention position.

       “Clean this shit up.” I told her, dropped the leash, and walked away.

       “Yes master.” She replied, and began to help Teresa up from the floor, and I noticed she was almost sticking to the ground from all the crap that was left over. I went to the sitting room and opened up my laptop, looking up my two future candidates. Again, I felt the intoxicating pull of that bitch April, but I suppressed it. I looked into that woman’s eyes, who’s stare seemed to spear itself right through me. I leaned back in my chair and looked. I couldn’t bring my eyes away, and I hadn’t a clue why. I wanted these two weeks to pass quickly, that way I could take the bitch and make her mine ASAP.

       I leaned back in the chair and contemplated how I was going to pull this off. I know it was going to be fairly simple; what with the trip they were going to take they’d probably be alone quite a bit. If not I could organize something to distract those around the two ladies and then take them. I had to get a hold of my guy in London to have him prepare for me to come over. I had to talk to my pilot, to fly me over there in my private jet. The nice thing about the pilot is that I don’t have to pay him in cash. All I need to make one of my slaves service him for a couple of days. He’s got an attachment to Rose, but he’s not too picky. But before I do all of that, I had to prepare for the meeting coming up in a couple of days. And I have to see if Teresa is prepared to be the slave that I was training her to be. At least the time between now and when I’d catch myself a new pair of sluts was full of things that needed to be done.

       Well, I was definitely going to train the two sluts together. Over the past couple of days since I realized that April had such a pull on me, I decided that I’d make her pay for it. There was nothing more degrading to a mother than to sex up her own daughter. I knew I was going to push these two to the max, especially the mom for doing what she did to me. So what if she doesn’t have anything to do with it? Somehow, someway, this bitch rises the libido in me to levels I’d never experienced before. Looking at a fucking picture of this woman makes me need to relieve myself. Thank god I was a slave trainer, otherwise I’d be sitting here playing with myself. I haven’t jerked off since I was a teenager, ten years ago. Ten years…seems like such a long time, what with everything I’ve done in that ten years. When I first got into the slave trade. I rose from the chair and walked over to the window.

       This story starts off the same way most of these stories start off. I was born in a broken home. My dad was a wife-beater and a cheater. Of course, I got the dominant genes from him. When I was five I remember my mom coming home to him fucking some other woman, then getting the shit kicked out of her for it. This went on for years. Watching it almost every day made me think that it was okay. By the time I was getting my first hard-on, my dad left, leaving my mom to take care of me. Like the submissive bitch she was, she was working a job as a maid and a waitress or some shit, and like my father, I made her wait on me hand and foot. I remember the first time I hit her. She made some shitty dinner, leaving me some disgusting ass soup that looked like something out of a sewer. I was thirteen, and already I was almost bigger than her. Definitely stronger. I grabbed her hair the way I saw my dad do it, and I punched her in the face. Really hard. I did it without thinking, and thought I’d be shocked for doing it when it was over. I wasn’t. In fact, I felt exactly in my place. Thus began the domination of my mom.

       I sat back into my chair and looked at the cameras in the laptop, seeing that Ashley was bathing Teresa, and that most of my other girls were getting fucked one last time by my guards. Jennifer, my teenager, was free at the moment, so I went down to the slave cells, retrieved her, and brought her to my bedroom with the leash. She was 5’4, 110 pounds, and she was beautiful, of course. She had that hot, teenage ass, amazing body, and a beautiful pink pussy. I loved the feeling of her wonderfully soft legs, and the fire that she fucks me with. Those hormones were still blazing within her, which rises her sexual appetite, but at the same time makes her extremely emotional. She still hasn’t accepted the fact that she was my slave. She obeys, sure, but she despairs with every second of it.

       I sat at the foot of the bed, and she sat behind me, messaging me. Sure, I’d fuck her soon enough, but first I wanted to contemplate. My thoughts traveled back to when I began dominating my mother. From that day when I first hit her, henceforth I made her call me “Sir.” That was the beginning. I took her more and more under my control, until finally, she could do nothing without getting my permission first. She couldn’t piss, speak, or move, unless I had allowed her to. Any time she fucked up, she was beaten. If she wasn’t my mother, she would have been my first slave. But, I wasn’t into fucking her. I did sexual things to her just to degrade her. I put her face down into the floor, and jerked myself off until I came into her hair. I made her masturbate herself until she was close to an orgasm, then I tied her up before she could finish.

       At school, I was doing very well. So well, that I graduated valedictorian at 16. Most of the kids were jealous of me, so I didn’t have many friends. That was alright. I bettered myself, physically and mentally. I took martial arts when I was 14, and continued until a couple of years ago, when my instructors couldn’t lay a finger on me. I was too good. I was working out so much that I had the physique of a world-class athelete. All this by the time I was 17 and attending Berkeley. I was a major in physics, but it was around this time that I aquired my first slave.

       Her name was Emily, and she fell in love with me at first sight. She was beautiful, maybe only because I think of her so since she was my first. I took her out on a date, and of course I had popped her cherry on the first night. It was a rape. She was so innocent, and she was a heavy Christian. That didn’t stop me. After dinner, we came back to my house, and made out for a while. After a few minutes, I got so horny, that without thinking, I pulled her blouse off and threw it to the floor. She cried out, tried to hold me back, but she was much too weak. I easily overpowered her, and ended both our viriginities right then and there. She wore a skirt, and all I needed to do was move her thong(some Christian) out of the way, and go to work.

       She screamed and cried, but the only person that could hear her was my mother. Of course, I had nothing to worry about. I fucked her harder and faster than I had ever fucked another woman since, and came inside of her bloody pussy. My cum seemed to explode into her, and after taking a minute to recover, I pulled my cock out and made her clean it. I pulled her hair tightly, up to my face. “Clean my cock, you dirty whore.” Then I threw her back down to the floor. She quickly obeyed, in fear of getting beaten, probably. Funny, after all that, she still loved me.

       Everything that I didn’t do to my mother, I did to her. She was fucked, every day, she sucked, every day, her life was changed from promising student to my sex slave. Whenever I’d take her out on a date, I made her wear the shortest of skirts, no underwear, and a vibrator that was always on. Sometimes, I managed to get out of paying for dinner by letting waiters have their way with her. I allowed her to go to school, but she was always to have her cell phone on, and be ready to leave whenever I contacted her. I did so, quite often. I would be doing my homework, and make her blow me as I did so, and only after I was done was she allowed to do her homework. Somehow, through all of this, she still loved me.

       I was still breezing through college, and got my Ph D in five years. Emily was working on her Masters in Chemistry when I pulled her out because I moved to Los Angeles. At nineteen, I was a physist for some company. Emily was still my complete slave. Everything was going good for a few months. I got a nice house, car, the works. Had a great slave. Then, one night, everything went downhill.

       “Slave, I’m home.” I called out as I walked in the door, that night. Normally, Emily was on her knees in front of the door like she was supposed to. But she wasn’t there. “Slave?” I called out, uncertainly. The house was dark. I tossed the keys to one of the nightstands. I started to get pissed off, and planned out the punishments I’d give my slave when I found her. But then I found her, on my bed, with her neck bleeding freely, and her cold, lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. My eyes widened in shock, and my fists clenched so tightly that my fingernails cut into the skin and my palms bled onto my carpet. I saw the sperm that dripped from her pussy, and the broken window. She was raped. Then she was murdered. I screamed.

       I shook out of my flashback as Jennifer continued to massage me. I slid my fingers through my hair and sighed softly. That was the last time I was ever emotionally attached to a slave. I didn’t want to think about what happened next. Not yet. And, unlike most people, not wanting to think about something does not make me think about it. Especially since I had this hot little whore next to me to use and abuse. I know I’m burying my feelings in sex, but so what?

       I grinned as I spun around and grabbed my teenager by the hips and lifted her into the air. She cried out in surprise, then realized what I was doing. She knew she was about to get fucked. She still had the leash around her necked, and I used it to direct her and let her know what she was ordered to do. I pulled her leash down, towards my cock, which obviously meant to suck it. She put her mouth over my dick and began to suck it, slowly at first, but faster and faster with each passing moment. I held her leash tightly in my hand as I looked down at my slave. She had short black hair, brown eyes, and a beautiful little face. I took her head in my hands and fucked her throat, roughly, and watched as she choked on her own spit.

       After a couple minutes of the face rape, I pulled my dick out of her throat, and watched the spit drip from her mouth down to her tits, her thighs, even onto the floor. I pulled the leash down more, signaling her to lick the spit up from the floor. All my whores are trained by the leash. Much like dogs, they know the command they are receiving by the way I handle the leash. Only for a few things do I actually need to say something when the leash is on. I moved the leash so that Jennifer would turn away from me, then down, so that she would bend over, placing her hands at the end of the bed. I wasted no time, I immediately shoved my cock inside her. She cried out as my dick pierced her pussy, then bit her lip to keep herself as silent as possible. I wasn’t making it easy; I pumped my cock hard and fast inside her, and she instinctively clenched her pussy against me, making a tight fit for me.

       

       I held the leash tightly, while I was fucking her from behind. Jennifer was whimpering, trying with difficulty to keep silent. I pulled the leash, making Jennifer’s head rise, and rested my head on her shoulder as I grunted, fucking her hard and fast. I saw her C-tits bounce up and down as she was getting fucked. I closed my eyes and moaned as I paused for a moment, meanwhile Jennifer was gasping for air.

       “How do you like getting fucked, my little whore?” I asked her, my voice barely over a whisper. I saw the tears drip down her face as she held the moans inside her, and nodded slowly.

       “It’s g…Good master.” She sobbed out, looking at me from the corner of her eyes. I smirked at her, then I pushed her down to the bed. I took her hands, and wrapped the end of the leash around her wrists a few times, then tied it, so that her arms were locked behind her. I resumed fucking her while her hands were tied behind her back. It was probably dreadfully uncomfortable, but what did it matter to me? I had my hand on her upper back for balance, as I held her down, pumping my dick inside of her all the while.

       After another minute of fucking her, I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and sat on the bed in front of her face. I lifted her head up, and put my cock into her mouth, soaked in her own juices. She moaned for a minute, tasting her own cum all over my cock, and sucked it clean, as she was trained to do. After I was satisfied it was clean, I lifted her head off my dick, and put her head to my balls, where she began to lick and suck. As she did so, I gripped my cock and jerked it fast, watching her head bob slightly as she pleasured me.

       “Down to my spot whore.” Referring to the area between my asshole and my balls, she quickly obeyed, sliding her tongue from my balls to my spot. When she reached it, she began to lick quickly, hard and fast, with loud moans eminating from her as she did so. This caused me to moan, and I put one hand on her head, pushing it further against me, while continually jerking myself off with the other. I watched her hands squirm as I knew she was incredibly uncomfortable in this position. I could hear the sucking sounds coming out of her mouth.

       “Now. Down to my asshole.” I ordered her.

       “…Yes Master.” She replied, with a slight hesitation. Moving her mouth away for a moment, she quickly moved down to that little brown hole, and engulfed it with her tongue. I leaned back a bit to help her get down to the area, and moaned loudly as I felt her warm tongue slide across one of my most sensitive areas. I beat my cock mercilessly, feeling the immense pleasure that came out of this. Imagine a scene like this. A beautiful teenage girl, probably with a bitch attitude, bent over on your bed, hands tied with her neck, her tongue stabbing into your ass, referring to you as master. After of course cleaning your cock of her own juices with her mouth. She was a handful to train in the beginning, but now, this little whore is just about broken.

       After allowing her to clean my ass for a few more moments, I rose from that spot, leaving her gasping for air. She didn’t get to recover for long as I lifted her into the air, her hands still tightly tied behind her back. I held her up by her legs from behind her, and without warning slammed my cock into that pretty little asshole that she had. Her eyes widened as the pain exploded inside her, but I didn’t stop. I lifted her a bit and dropped her back down, fucking her ass roughly this way. Her hands were clenched tightly into fists, and I felt her knuckles slide across my body as I fucked her. She didn’t bother holding back the tears; they were flowing freely down her face as she sobbed pathetically.

       I dropped her down to the bed, but still left my cock imbedded inside her asshole. I positioned her so that she was on her knees, and so that her face was down against the bed, then I resumed fucking her, this time doggy style. As I fucked her, I grabbed the middle of her leash and pulled, using it as leverage and at the same time choking my teenage slut. She choked, and coughed, staining her face with her tears. I was relentless, as I pounded that bitch’s asshole like there was no tomorrow. I felt that familiar sensation in my balls. Finally, I could hold it no longer. I exploded inside her asshole. I grunted loudly, as I filled my slave up, then fell on top of her, exhausted. She just laid there, sobbing continually, but silently. After a few moments, I pulled my softening cock from her ass, causing her to moan in pain as I did so.

       “Clean my cock, you dirty little slut.” I ordered her, pulling her up from her hair to my dick. She obeyed, and sucked my cock gently so that she could clean the shit and cum from my cock. When I was satisfied, I let go of her head, and untied her hands. We showered, and I allowed her to clean herself. The rest of the day passed quickly, without much done. I beat Teresa senseless before I took the safety pins out of her nipples. Worked out. Then I took Ashley to bed with me, and massaged me till I fell asleep. Then I had a nightmare of the one thing I didn’t want to think about. What happened after Emily died.

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.

Chapter VII

       I woke up the next morning with the feeling of excitement coursing through my veins. I'm not gonna lie; the idea of new pussy to fuck always enticed me. Despsite the thousands of pussies I've had in my life, I always liked to experience different ones. Of course, if the pussy's loose, then I have to train the bitch to tighten it back up. It's a bit of a complicated process, but ultimately, it makes all the women I train better pleasure slaves in the long run.

       I sat up, expecting to see Teresa still asleep next to me, but she wasn't. It was 6:30, so she was in the kitchen with the other whores preparing breakfast for myself and all the other masters and mistresses. The meeting was going to begin in about 2 and a half hours, so I had quite a bit of time before I had to be ready. The first doms would be showing up around the top of the hour, where I had Ashley directing them to their rooms and their slaves would assign themselves to each of the doms rooms. Then they would be brought to the dining room, served breakfast, then escorted to the main hall for small talk while the slaves cleared the table in preparation for the actual meeting.

       To be honest with you, I hate wasting time. I like to be done with doing all the things that need to be done first, then giving myself to do the things that I want to do. So, the first thing I did was take a shower. I went in by myself for once, seeing as all the other girls were busy with work and I didn't want to disturb them. After my shower, I got dressed. Contrary to what you may believe, we don't dress like a bunch of BDSM lifestylers, with the leather and chains. Actually, we're usually dressed like executives in a business meeting. I can't stress it enough, this is a business, and in a business you have to be professional. Even if you do have the best job in the world.

       So I dressed in my suit, and waited patiently in my sitting room for the guests to arrive, checking things up on my laptop, glancing periodically at the cameras to see who has arrived. Ashley brought my breakfast, and I glanced up into her eyes for a moment, all hints of the anger she had last night gone. At least, for the moment. I took my eggs, bacon, sausage, and hashbrowns, and practically inhaled it. I'm not one to savor food, don't ask me why. I didn't like to eat with the other doms, either. I don't make small talk with them because I'm too busy inhaling my food, so to speak.

       The first dom had finally arrived. Victor. The incompetent. Well, at least he was punctual. I saw him enter the mansion with his slave, Cara bound by the leash, crawling next to him. I felt my dick rise slowly in my pants. She was naked, of course. That was a rule of mine. Rarely, if ever, were slaves allowed on this premises with clothes. I suppose it's sort of a way to distiguish trash from everyone else. In this regard, I have a bit of a god complex. In the United States, everyone is born free. However, whether you retain that freedom is entirely up to me.

       I stared down at Cara, freezing the frame on the camera just so I could examine her more closely. She had short brown hair, the kind that barely reached her chin. Her breasts were relatively small, at least in comparison to most of my other personal slaves, as they were only a B-cup. Her body was deliciously curved, and she had a fair complexion. I think she used to be a ballerina. Yum. Then I noticed that she had a butt plug embedded inside her asshole. I shook my head. Jesus Vic, you still haven't trained her ass?

       I fast-forwarded til I got to real time, and just as I did, I saw that Mistress Crystal had arrived with Jaeda in tow, much in the same way that Vic had arrived with Cara. Leashed, and forced to crawl like the bitch that she is. Jaeda had flowing black hair, with piercing blue eyes, and a set of double ds to die for. But Crystal was a demon. No other way to describe how she could take anyone, anyone, and mold them into anything she could possibly desire. Except myself, of course.

       There were times that I lusted after Crystal, but neither of us were ever into Vanilla sex, nor would we considering submitting to the other. We were doms, full-time, and nothing could change that. I suppose if I put forth a tremendous amount of effort, I might succeed in breaking her, but it would do a hell of a lot more harm than good. I wasn't stupid, Crystal was our top femme dom. To get rid of her just to expand my own ego was beyond ludicris. Didn't stop me from fantasizing, though. To tie those beautiful, perfectly shaped breasts tightly, and to whip them with my favorite flogger. To mash that head of crimson hair down against my body, with my dick buried deep down her throat. I felt as though I'd barely be able to contain myself.

       Hugh arrived next. I swear, the guy looks like something out of a gothic movie. I suppose it goes with his attitude. Long dark hair that nearly covered his face, hazel eyes. I noticed that the girl he brought in was attached to a very creative leash. As I said before, Hugh enjoyed seeing his girls suffer, and with that suffering, included piercings everywhere that struck the mood at the time. This girl had her nipples, clit, tongue, and navel pierced. A chain was attached to each of the rings that linked together, forming a harness of some sort. In the middle, about where her solar plexus was, a small weight was hung from the chain, creating a constant pull effect on the nipples, and another weight was hung from the chain near her clit. At the same time, a leash was attached to the tongue ring of his slave, and that was how he directed her. I couldn't imagine the agony that she was going through, but at the same time, she looked like she had taken it for years. A champ, I suppose, for the slaves.

       The others arrived, one by one, until Devlan was the last to arrive with his top slut, 2271 (his thing was to remove his girl's names and just give them numbers, don't ask me why). Cute little blonde girl, I guess. By this time, it was about 8:30, which meant the meeting was going to start in about a half hour. As soon as Devlan finished his breakfast, the girls rushed in to clean the tables in preparation for our meeting. It was this time that I decided to come down and play host.

       I had perfect timing, as Devlan had just reentered the main hall from dropping his things off in his quarters. I took that moment to start down the stairs.

       “Welcome, all of you. I hope breakfast was adequate enough for everyone's tastes?” I asked, rhetorically. There were nods and a few answers of agreement. “Well, as soon as my girls have finished with the room, we can begin the meeting.” Lily had just come in from the dining room and bowed her head. Like I said, perfect timing. I gestured with my hand towards the room, with a smile on my face. “It appears we're ready. Please, go in and have a seat.” The masters and mistresses began to file into the dining room, with their slaves in tow.

       I entered last, with Lily in tow, and took my seat at the end of the table. Lily got on all fours, positioned like the rest of the slaves, next to their owners, and we began the meeting. Crystal sat directly across from me, and I gave her a small grin, which she returned with a wink. I think, if we were normal people, she and I would have a relationship. However, as we are, we maintain simply a business relationship, and share a respect with each other, as one dom to another.

       The business portion of the meeting went as expected, somewhat speedy but agonizingly boring throughout the whole process. As I thought, Victor was in need of help as he'd been getting heat from his local authorities in Tampa. I had a few contacts there, I told him I'd look into it, and that he'd have to talk to me after the meeting. That's when I'd drop the Cara proposal on him. He wouldn't have a choice but to accept. Though we have to help one another out, it's not free. The one receiving the help owes a favor. That's just the way it's done.

       Throughout the course of the meeting, I slid my fingers through Lily's hair, petting my slave, as were many of the other doms. Most of the time, Lily's head rested on my lap, sometimes I had her use her nose to rub my dick in my pants under the table, so as not to distract anyone, or made her use her hand to rub my balls. Victor caressed Cara's cheek every now and then. I saw Hugh tug on that chain that he had wrapped around his slave every so often, I saw her cringe in pain whenever this was done to him.

       And thus, began the exciting part of the meeting, the bartering stage. Now, at this point, the number of meetings we've had where the masters and mistresses have bartered for Ashley have always failed. So now, they don't even try. I took this time to introduce my new slave.

       “Before we begin, I have a new piece of property I'd like to share with all of you.” I smacked Lily on the ass, and she knew what she was meant to do then. She scrambled quickly to her feet and ran out the door, fetching Teresa. “I'd aquired this dark-stock about a month ago, and, as of last night, she is now available for sale.” As I was speaking, Lily had brought Teresa in on her knees, where she presented herself at attention, hands behind her back chest out. “Before we begin any bargaining for this whore, I make an offer to Crystal, Teresa in exchange for that beautiful young slave you have at your feet. Please, take the time you need to think about it.” I told her, and bowed my head in respect.

       When I looked up, I saw her with a slight grin on her face. She nodded back to me.

       “Well, I'll certainly take it into consideration.” Crystal answered. I saw her slave Jaeda stiffen involuntarily, but otherwise remain perfectly still. I scared her, apparently. If I succeeded, I couldn't wait to put that bitch through her paces. Servicing Crystal was one extreme; servicing me was the other. I noticed that Crystal was examining Teresa's body as she remained at attention. The other masters and mistresses took this time to begin bargaining for each other's slaves.

       As I walked towards Victor, Crystal ordered Teresa to rise and model for her. I hardly paid attention as I waited for Victor to free up so that I could speak with him, and when he did, I approached him.

       “So Victor, you need some help with the authorities, correct?” I asked rhetorically, but he didn't pick it up. Stupid.

       “Yeah, things have been getting a little tough down in Tampa. I swear, things just have to happen to me.” Yeah, because you make them happen, you incompetent bastard. Oh well. We all can't be like me. “I'd really appreciate it if you could help me out.” I looked at him, and nodded sympathetically.

       “Sure, I can definitely get ahold of some of my contacts down there. However...” I paused, letting him mull over it for a second. “There's something I need from you.” I saw him stiffen a bit, no longer relaxing. “That slave you've got down at your feet. I want her. I'll take care of your problem with the cops. I'll even give you a replacement for her.”  I saw Cara look up at me, with fear in her eyes. Apparently, I scared her too. Excellent. I'm known to these bitches by reputation.

       “And who do you plan on replacing her with?” He asked me, glancing down at Cara for a moment then back up to me. I smiled, saying nothing, simply snapping my fingers. A few moments later, Rachel entered the room, and dropped down to her knees next to Victor, placing her cheek against his dick in his pants, rubbing it the way a protective cat would. Of course, at the time, she didn't know she was about to be traded. “Her? Are you sure?” He asked, surprised. With nothing more than a nod from me, he grinned. He looked down at Cara for a moment, then handed me the leash. “Done.”

       “Pleasure.” I told him, keeping the fact that Rachel was under a new master's control secret for as long as possible. It was funnier that way. So I glanced down at Cara, my new and not-yet housebroken sex slave. She looked up at me with those pretty eyes of hers, mixed with fear and embarrasment, the embarrasment probably from just being tossed aside like a piece of trash. “Come.” I uttered, and tugged lightly at the leash. She followed behind me, obediently.

       I took her to the chair at the end of the table, while I listened to all the offers of the other doms for my whores, and I refused all of the offers. I started asserting my dominance over Cara, when I started to run my fingers through her hair, as if I were petting a dog, or a cat.  I asked Rose about trading Bethany, but she refused, as I expected. After about an hour of trading and selling going on, I decided that it was time to call it a day.

       “Alright everyone, that's enough of the public trading, although you're all more than welcome to do in privately. For now, I think everyone is eager to retire to their rooms for the entertainment of the evening. I know I can't wait to start breaking this whore.” I stated, and as I did I gave a sharp tug of the leash, choking Cara for a moment.

       “Your temporary slaves will take you to your rooms where they will satisify your every need .Have a good night.” I told them, and they applauded, thanking me for my hospitality. The dining room cleared out, leaving only Crystal, myself, Cara, Ashley, Jaeda, and Teresa in the room. Crystal walked to me, with Jaeda in tow by the leash, while Ashley and Teresa sat at attention, and I had Cara in the walking position(all-fours) next to me, still on the leash.

       “So, you think that just because Teresa is a dark-stock that she will be suitable as opposed to Felecia? This whore doesn't have the beauty, nor the discipline that Felecia does.” She stated, staring me in the eyes. She was one of few people that could do that and not back down in the slightest. I held a smirk on my face.

       “Well, unfortunately beauty is something that cannot be chaged. Discipline, however, can be drilled into any and all slaves, you know that. I thought you enjoyed the challenge, Mistress Crystal. But then again, perhaps not.” I told her, and let my words sink it. They hit home, I noticed, as I saw a flash of emotion in her eyes, not so much anger as heat. Like an irritated expression, I suppose.

       “Of course not, but I would like the pleasure of taking the whore out for a test drive. I still haven't enjoyed her lesbian skills as of yet.”

       “Don't worry. Take Teresa and Ashley to your room. Have an answer for me by the morning. Meanwhile,” I started to say, and reached out and took the leash that Crystal used to hold Jaeda. “I'm going to take this little bitch out for a test drive.” Crystal nodded with a smile.

       “So you're giving me the pleasure of Ashley, finally. Excellent. Come girls.” She ordered, motioning with her hand. Immediately, Ashley and Teresa dropped to all-fours and crawled over to their Mistress for the night. I tugged gently on Jaeda's leash and she left Crystal's side, but not before Crystal gripped her hair for a moment to stop her. She kneeled down to look into the eyes of her possibly former slave, and smiled. “This may be  the last time I see you, you dirty little bitch. He is quite a capable master, so I'd suggest you obey him the way you would obey me.” Jaeda nodded quickly, and whispered yes mistress. Crystal nodded towards me, so I tugged on Jaeda's leash once more, and she crawled towards me.

       A couple hours later I was in my sitting room, spying on the other doms on my laptop, Mistress Crystal in particular. I was in my chair, where Cara and Jaeda were making out with one another with my cock between their lips. Their hands were bound behind them with their own leashes, so they had to lean against each other on their foreheads to support themselves. I had already fucked Cara's asshole and shot my load down Jaeda's throat, so I was pretty much spent for the rest of the night. What can I say? I just like the feeling of having my dick sucked.

       I watched Crystal on the screen, and turned the audio in that room on so I could hear everything that was going on. I watched it like a porno playing out. Teresa was on her knees, hands behind her back, and Ashley was behind her, gripping Teresa's wrists tightly together. Crystal stood before them in those stilettos that make her legs look as fantastic as ever. I noticed she had a rather mean-looking cane in her hand. I noticed a fair amount of perspiration on all of the participants bodies. They must've had some fun recently. I'd have to rewind the tape later to check it out.

       “Now, my sweet black whore, I'm going to beat you. Not because you did anything wrong...” She smirked as she looked down at Teresa. “You're a compentent cunt eater. No, I'm going to beat you just for the simple pleasure of it. Get used to it, as it's going to happen a lot from now on.” That statement made me suspect that the deal was final, then. I know Jaeda got it too, because when she heard that, she faltered for a moment, sighed softly, and continued with her duty. I gripped her hair tightly and turned her head to face me.

       “Don't concern yourself with the business of people above you, whore. As of right now, that's everyone other than yourself, and the only reason you have for living is pleasuring your master. Do you understand me, slut?” I told her, and as I said slut, I gripped her hair a bit tighter, causing her to cry out.

       “Yes, yes, of course master, please forgive me master.” She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of submission, so I released her, and allowed her to continue working on my dick and Cara's tongue, whenever she could get to it. Cara, meanwhile, was a lot better trained than I'd originally thought. Her ass was a little too tight, and she needed to get faster at following commands, but she was totally obedient. Maybe Victor isn't as incompetent as I credited him for. My eyes moved back to the screen.

       Crystal rose the cane high, and brought it down with brutal acceleration. Teresa couldn't hold back the scream, as the cane slammed right onto her left breast. Immediately, her skin turned red at the point of impact. I saw Ashley twitch, probably from trying to hold Teresa's wrists together. The only problem was that Crystal didn't wait. The next strike came immediately after the first.

       “You will now receive five more strikes in addition to the others I had planned for you. When I strike, you will thank me for it and beg for another, is this understood whore?” She asked, and she never missed a beat. Throughout that entire statement, Teresa's tits and inner thighs were receiving punishment from the cane. I saw tears almost instantly gush from Teresa's eyes as she nodded slowly, probably using all the will she had to hold herself together.

       “Yes Mistress, I apologize mistress.” Teresa sobbed, eyes down to the floor the entire time.

       “Good girl, now. Let's try this again.” THWACK!

       “One, thank you mistress. Please, one more.” THWACK!

       “Two, thank you mistress. Please, another.” THWACK!

       “Three, thank you mistress. One more.” THWACK!

       This went on for about 30 strikes, til finally Crystal decided to relax. Ashley let go, and Teresa collapsed to the floor, but quickly composed herself and got up in attention. Ashley moved beside her, fear in her eyes. Fear of receiving the same punishment. Crystal turned and tossed the cane to the bed. I saw the two girls visibly relax. Their Mistress walked between the two of them, looking down at the both of her slave girls, and took their faces into her hands.

       “Open your mouths, girls.” She ordered, and they complied. She proceeded by spitting into each of them, and then slapping both girls at the same time, to the point that they bumped heads with one another. “Now let me see how you eat cunt, you sweet bitch you.” She told Ashley, and put her cunt over Ashley's face. I saw Ashley lick and suck with all the skill she possessed. Her tongue slid around Crystal's cunt in slow circles, from the top of her clit, right through the middle of her pussy. The circles gradually grew faster, until Ashley changed tactics and began attacking her clit exclusively. At first, her tongue slid up and down her clit, the same way it does when she licks the underside of my dick. After a few moments of that, she sucked Crystal's clit into her mouth, and nibbled on it gently.

       I watched Crystal while this was going on. I doubt anyone had ever eaten her quite like that. There's a million reasons Ashley was the top whore. This was simply one of them. Crystal began to shake involuntarily, after only about three minutes of pussy-eating, she was almost ready to burst. By this time, Ashley had moved from her clit to her pussy, where she rolled her tongue and pushed it inside of Crystal, using her tongue as a cock, and she fucked her mistress like there was no tomorrow. I noticed that Crystal had begun to regain control of her orgasm after a few moments. I grinned and leaned back, gripping my new slave's heads in my hands and began to move them up and down on my dick. Crystal was gonna lose control after what was to happen next.

       Ashley pulled her tongue out of Crystal's pussy, but never let it leave her body. Instead, she allowed her tongue to travel downward, slipping past that area of skin that seperated her pussy from her asshole. Her tongue quickly slid over it, once, as if teasing her Mistress. Then, she began to lick in earnest, tongue flicking faster that I would've believed, if I hadn't owned Ashley for so long. As I expected, this put Crystal over the top. She mashed Ashley's head hard against her ass, where Ashley took this opportunity to shove her tongue deep inside her mistress' asshole, using that same dick-like tongue that she used in Crystal's pussy. Crystal screamed, and shook almost violently as she was wracked with her own climax.

       “...Jesus fucking christ...Oh my god...Ohh...” She exhaled loudly, exhausted from what was probably the biggest orgasm she'd ever had. Crystal stumbled backwards until she landed on the bed, barely managing to keep herself in a sitting position, while she looked over at Ashley and Teresa, who were in attention at the time. “Your master is one hell of a lucky bastard.” She told Ashley, still breathing hard. I couldn't stop grinning. You're damn right he is. I changed the camera view this time to Hugh. Even if he was cruel, what he did to the girls was goddamn sexy. I caught him at a particularly brutal moment. He just struck Jennifer with such ferocity that she would have fallen over had she not been bound to the floor by a pair of cuffs I had installed a long time ago, by Hugh's request.

       Jennifer was bleeding from her mouth, probably from a series of beatings by Hugh. Her eyes barely stayed open. The slave he brought with him, meanwhile, was busy working on her master's cock, sucking him or jerking him off whenever she could. Jennifer herself didn't have any nipple rings, so unfortunately Hugh wouldn't be hanging anything off of her, at least, not through rings. I noticed that her eyes began to sway shut, probably about to fall unconscious. Hugh stopped this, immediately, by bringing smelling salt to her nose, waking her up again. No easy way outta this one.

       I watched this continue for about an hour, while Hugh did equally punishing things to Jennifer. Nipple twisting, whipping, caning, waxing...you name it. Finally, Hugh decided that was enough, and shoved his dick into Jennifer's mouth. Maybe blood from the mouth was a better feeling than saliva? I'd have to test that theory some day. I turned my chair, to my new slaves that were performing a 69 in front of me. Neither of them had ever tasted each other's pussy before, so I'd like to think of this as a breaking-in sort of thing for the both of them. Though Crystal was brutal, she wasn't me, and I'd have the pleasure of teaching Jaeda that. As for Cara...Well I've already explained to you how incompetent Victor is.

       Cara was on top, and her face in Jaeda's pussy was closest to me, so I paid attention to it. I was almost certain that Jaeda was a pretty good cunt sucker, being owned by a woman and all. It was obvious to me that Cara was decent as well, as I could see the thickening secretions coming out of Jaeda's cunt, and every once in a while Jaeda would moan. I'd untied their wrists for this, so that they could use their hands to pleasure their fellow slave, as it was the only oral pleasure they'd be able to receive. Never in a million years would you find my tongue in a slave's cunt. They're lucky enough to have my dick in it from time to time.

       I rose from my chair and circled my two slaves, watching them eat the other out. I got to Jaeda's side and watched her. It was clear to me that if these two were competing, Jaeda had the edge by far. It looked to me like Cara's cunt was a waterfall, except with juices instead of water. I know I told you I was spent for the night, but I felt my dick rising in my pants yet again. Shit, I've been getting my dick sucked and watching the degradation of slaves for the past two hours. It's hard. You try it.

       “Don't stop licking.” I whispered to Jaeda, after I'd gotten myself naked again, hardened cock out ready to go. With Cara's pussy the way it was, it was so easy to slip inside of her. The warmth I felt with my dick buried deep in her was incredible. There's a term used for this kind of pussy. Snapper. That's what Cara had.

       She moaned even louder when she felt her new master's dick in her. I moved slowly back and forth as I started getting myself used to the feeling. I looked down and took the scene in before I participated in it. First, my dick was buried to the hilt of my new, beautiful, halfway innocent sex slave. Second, I had another slave that was trained exclusively by a mistress, I doubt she's had a lot of cock since her enslavement, whose tongue was flicking almost violently against the clit of her counterpart, while occasionally accidentally tonguing my shaft. Third, I had just got done watching what Hugh did to my girl, Jennifer, which activated my primal and strongest urge, to conquer, and with that, control, and sex being the element that I chose. And control these bitches I would.

       That was all the thinking I needed to do before I changed. All rational thought went out the window. Normally, I'm cool, calm, collected. But all that disappears when I get like this. My mind turns to single thoughts, merely what my next order will be that will give me more pleasure. And while I'm like this, physically I have the strength and endurance of a bull. My hips started to move; hard, and fast. I pumped my dick as far as it could go inside of my new whore.

       “Put...Uhhh..your tongue...Ohh...on my balls...Whore...”I ordered between moans, while fucking my slave at a pretty brisk pace. Jaeda complied, lifting her head from Cara's cunt and up to my balls, where she lapped at them when she could. God, my cock just felt so good in this bitch's pussy.

       As the night ended, I actually came two more times. Seeing as Ashley was preoccupied for the evening, I spent the night with my two new girls, teaching them how to please me before bed. It was nice getting massaged by two of my bitches for once. I fell asleep.

Chapter VIII

       I almost woke up too late to bid farewell to my guests. Almost. Cara and Jaeda were going to be punished for this later. As was expected, Crystal agreed to the trade for Jaeda, and took Teresa home with her. I said nothing to my old trainee, and kissed cheeks with Crystal. You know, the formal way. Victor seemed to have a hell of a night with Rachel, as he was positively glowing. For fuck's sake man, you're a master, keep some dignity. He led Rachel out with the leash, where I think she was just now realizing that she was traded.

       The rest of the doms had cleared out, leaving myself standing in the main hall with all of my slaves that participated in last night on their knees behind me. Jaeda and Cara were next to one another, perhaps for one reason or another being drawn together. I didn't have time to punish them, however. I was leaving for Europe in the morning, so I had to get my shit together and get one more night's worth out of my favorite whore.

       First thing's first. I got the obvious things together; rope, handcuffs, chloroform,  sets of summer clothes, hiking shoes, etc. The boring stuff. I brought my laptop to do research on the plane, and in the hotel, to prepare for the capture. After packing, I spent the afternoon speaking with the other masters under my employ, letting them know that I was going to be gone for a few days. I checked the media's information about April and Crystal's backpacking trip. At the moment they were in France, in the city of Lyon, west of the France/Italy border. My plan was to fly to Marseille, south of Lyon and a bit of a drive to the border, and intercept them somewhere near Torino, about three and a half hours from Lyon and four and a half from Marseille.

       Here was the plan. I'd have a boat waiting for me in San Remo, on the Italian coast. A cargo ship carrying old, rotting potatoes. I paid the captain a couple thousand dollars for passage for myself and a couple of barrels that happened to look a lot like the ones carrying potatoes. This is where I'd keep the girls. I'd meet with my accomplice, Pierre, when I landed in Marseille, and we'd drive a 2500 Dodge Ram over to Torino in Italy. Pierre would assist me in the capture, and in return, I'd give him one of my girls free of charge.

       I'd worked with Pierre several times in the past. Sometimes he asked for money. Sometimes for girls. He was not unreasonable, and he was someone I could trust. I think he enjoys the hunts I take him on. Much more interesting than shooting at deer, I think. Pierre wasn't rich, but he had a nice steady job working as a bodyguard for a French singer. I don't know the name. I guess money just wasn't a priority on his list. Just a passion about kidnapping innocent girls. The best kind of guy to work with.

       Back to the plan. After we found them and knocked them out with the chloroform, we'd put them in barrels, and drive down to San Remo, and get them on the boat. No need to cross borders, no need to check barrels. Same with putting the barrels on the boat. No customs agent in his right mind would check every single barrel among thousands of stinky rotten potatoes looking for something that probably wasn't there.

       Once we got back to the Atlantic Ocean, we'd meet up with one of my yachts, transfer myself, Pierre, and the cargo to the yacht, and take the trip down to New York. The dom I employed in the New York division paid some people off to ignore my yacht as it arrived. I don't know the amount, it was billed directly to Mr. Andrews. Expenses. The girls would be taken out of the barrels once we got on the Yacht, but I'd keep them unconscious with drugs throughout the whole trip. I didn't want to start work on them til I got them back to the mansion in Los Angeles. These bitches had to be perfect, for Mr. Andrews as much as myself. Again, I was keeping April and selling Crystal to him. I'd given him my guarantee that she'd be perfect, and I intended on delivering. Perfection didn't come from breaking bitches without the correct tools.

       After I got to New York, I'd get the girls back into the barrels on my private jet for the home stretch, a nonstop flight from New York to a private airfield near Bakersfield, north of L.A. Finally I'd have a Hummer waiting for me and the new and untouched slaves, to get to my mansion. I'd lock them in the cells and give them a day before I worked on them. I'd spend that day unleashing my pent up sexual urges. I'd have no sex whatsoever that six days and by the time I'd get back I'd be a fuckin' animal. I'd show Pierre a list of my girls that were for sale, give him his pick, get him a ticket back to Marseille and send him on his way. The girl he picked would be sent shortly thereafter.

       So that was the plan. Really, it's not as complex as it seems. People will do anything for the right price, regardless of ethics. I've yet to meet the incorruptible. And I highly doubt I ever will.

       That evening was spent with my favorite slut, Ashley. After a long and wonderful blowjob, she was riding my cock while I sat on the bed, her back facing me. She rode me, hard and fast, the way she was trained, and it was good, excellent even, as was expected from the best whore in the human trafficking business. But I couldn't get into it. I was distracted. Normally on nights before I'd be away for a few days, I'd be fucking the shit out of all these whores, trying to be sure that I wouldn't be left wanting. But for whatever reason, tonight just wasn't the night.

       Fucking April. That bitch was going to pay for all the bullshit that she's put me through. The whip would be harder. The training would be needlessly longer. I was going to pull this bitch to the deepest depths of her depravity. And I would make her beg for it, or I'd beat the shit out of her dear, sweet daughter. With my hard cock in her mouth, she'd beg me to put it into her ass, as hard as I could, with spit as lube, or else I'd send 50,000 volts into her daughter. They'd 69 in front of me, and April would fuck her daughter with a strap on dildo like there was no tomorrow, or else I'd have no hesitation about putting a needle through both bitches' nipples, putting weights on them and leaving them like that all night.

       The night came and went. I'd only came once that entire day, when Ashley was riding me, and even I could feel that it was a small orgasm by my standards. I didn't even require the whore to give me the usual massage, just laid in the bed for a sleepless night. It seemed to take an eternity, but my alarm finally went off at 5:00 A.M. I immediately threw the covers off, rose quickly and headed for the shower. Ashley rose with me and showered with me, cleaning me and shampooing me, the way perfect slaves should. The rest of the slaves were sleeping, as I had allowed, and Ashley was in the kitchen making my breakfast while I got all that I had packed together.

       After I had eaten and gotten everything together, my housesitter for the week arrived. Mistress Crystal showed up, with Teresa on her leash, ball gag inserted in her mouth. I grunted as I tossed Crystal the keys.

       “Don't have too much fun. I want my whores intact when I get back.”

       “Of course, of course. Don't worry so much, you'll get old.” She said, and playfully smacked me on the arm. An almost normal moment between friends, except for the fact that Crystal had a naked bound slave behind her. I gave Crystal a quick hug and Teresa a very rough smack on the ass that left a handmark, and then I was off.

       I was on the plane and on my way by 9:30. The flight would touch down in North Carolina, then a transfer and nonstop flight to Marseille. The whole trip would be about 13 hours. About three hours in and I was already bored. I'd read and reread my notes about the girls a hundred times, and twenty more times on the plane. I thought I'd spend a lot more time on studying, but really the job was simple, a routine capture. When we touched down in Raleigh I'd buy a couple of dime novels to keep me occupied. Nah, a series. I'd need something to do on the boat ride back as well.

       When I landed in Raleigh, I picked up a few of John Grisham's earliest works in paperback, and the Lord of the Rings trilogy, see if I could actually get through it this time. I was back on the plane by 7:00, and ready enough to deal with another five hours of flight time, most of which I'd see only dark clouds and dark ocean. I opened A Time to Kill and couldn't help but grin during the opening scene. How ironic.

       After an eternity, the plane finally arrived at Marseille. No one from the original trip at LAX was with me. Little chance, though possible, that I was followed. I'd taken every precaution I could've, and met up with Pierre in the Terminal. Pierre was one of those strong, silent types. Really strong. The kind that could rip you apart if he felt like it. Not me, of course. 6'7 with the build of a strong safety, and yet long blonde hair, the kind you'd expect on a pretty boy. From my perspective, Pierre didn't look like a goblin, but he's no George Clooney. Let's just leave it at that.

       “Sir.” Pierre greeted, with that nasal French accent. I nodded slightly at him, and handed him one of my suitcases. He took it, without a word.

       “Pierre.” I greeted with a nod. “You ready to work?” I asked, and he nodded back.  “Then let's do this.” We had to leave immediately. It was 8:00 A.M, and the plan depended on grabbing these bitches at night. So I had to be in position and ready to go tonight. We were out the door and on our way by 8:30. My suitcases managed to fit in the backseat of the Dodge Ram.

       The French countryside was actually quite nice. I'd have taken the time to enjoy it, were I not so excited about finally getting my hands on the April bitch. I specifically told Pierre that he gets to grab Crystal, but April I was going to take myself. He shrugged, giving me the “whatever” look. We managed to arrive in Torino in 3 and a half hours, thanks to Pierre's insanity at the wheel. Didn't bother me, although I told him to slow it down when we got the girls stashed in the barrels. Again, the whatever look.

       The wait in Torino was an eternity, ten times worse so than the plane ride, because every fifteen minutes or so I'd look at my watch or ask Pierre the time. I could tell he was getting irritable with me, but I didn't give a shit. Deal with it, you idiot. You're getting very well compensated for this, I thought to myself. Don't get me wrong. I like Pierre. I'm just on edge about this hunt. I want the girl so bad. It was around 3:30 that we caught sight of the girls.

       “There they are!” I exclaimed, and Pierre nodded, edging out the car. He knew the routine. Follow them, and when they head out to an area that seems to be secluded, jump back into the car and get them. In the meanwhile, I'd go about finding something to eat. I haven't had shit to eat on the plane, so the last time I ate was when I landed in Raleigh, so I was ready to eat a horse.

       I ate at some cafe, just pasta, bread and butter, and wine to drink. While Italian wasn't my food of choice, it was well enough, especially since I was starving so. About an hour after Pierre left, he called, and let me know they were heading out from Torino south, to check out the countryside. Now was the time, he said. I met him back at the truck, and we took off. I took this time to change into a pair of jeans, hiking boots, and a flannel shirt. I had to blend in, you know? I even put on a hat with the Italian soccer team logo on it.

       We stopped at the hiking trail that Pierre saw the ladies go off in, and we jumped out and followed up the trail, traveling at a very brisk pace, eyes wide open. Dusk was approaching fast, meaning our window of opportunity was doing the same. We had a couple blankets to carry the girls back to the truck, and enough chloroform to knock out a bear. Dusk came and went. The night was black. There wasn't a moon in the sky to be found. Perfect.

       We saw a fire. My heart almost exploded with excitement when I saw them, finally. I took a moment to compose myself, taking deep breaths, forcing myself to relax. I had a part to play. Pierre and myself approached the camp.

       “Ho!” I called out. The girls stood for a moment, watching me, but I saw them visibly relax as I approached, with Pierre. I think Pierre made them nervous, but some Italian pretty boy wasn't a threat. I saw Crystal measuring me up as I walked by. I held my warmest smile and waved at the ladies.

       “Um..hello...ladies...” I greeted, pretending to be searching for the words in my best Italian accent. “Would it be...possible...erm...if we could...eh...stay with you...tonight?” I emphasized the last t. “My friend here, Robespierre, forgot to pack the...umm...spikes for the...erm...tent. We didn't realize until...the last momento.” I glanced back at Pierre, who was playing the part of embarrased friend. Crystal practically jumped to her feet. April couldn't help but check me out as well. I closed my mouth to hide my teeth gritting tightly. Goddamn I was going to tear this bitch apart as soon as I had the chance.

       “Of course, of course!” Crystal told us, trying to give me a sexy smile. Sorry bitch, wasn't going to work on me. I pretended to sigh in relief.

       “Thank you so very much, ladies. You are...very kind.” I said, clapping my hands together. We set our packs down and I began fumbling through it. I retrieved the chloroform and a rag, and put them quickly into my pockets without the girls realizing it. Pierre did the same. I took out some toilet paper, and stood up. “Sorry ladies...I must excuse myself for a momento...nature, you see?” I waved the toilet paper at them. They giggled and nodded. “Come Robespierre...you said there was a stream around here?”I said, and Pierre followed me away.

       We weren't even out of earshot when I heard them start talking about me. Oh my god, hes cute. Blah blah blah. Girl talk. I took the rag and the chloroform out silently, and poured a more than generous amount onto the rag, and waited for Pierre. A moment later, he nodded. We crept slowly back towards the girls, watching our step to make sure we wouldn't accidentally step on any twigs.We were inches away. I trembled visibly with excitement. I took position behind April. We were so close, I could smell her perfume. It was intoxicating. I glanced at Pierre, who was behind Crystal, and nodded. The signal.

       The whole thing was over in a few seconds. I was gripping April from behind, shoving the rag against her mouth as she took a quick gasp, knocking her out almost instantly. Pierre copied me with Crystal simultaneously. I felt April melt against me, as she fell asleep. She was every bit as beautiful in real life. It took everything I had not to ravish her right then and there.

       We repacked for them, and tossed the packs into the river. After bounding their hands and feet, we swept them up in the blankets, and carried them all the way to the truck. Luckily, we passed no one. As we reached the truck, the critical part had come. We pulled the barrels out, and opened them up. We had to get them into the barrels without a chance of anyone seeing. Pierre quickly scanned the area around us and nodded. We tossed the girls unceremonously into the barrels, and closed them as fast as we could. Those barrels were pretty big. I mean, they'd probably be uncomfortable, but at least not damaging physically. They'd last the trip. Pierre shook his head. He didn't think anyone saw us. After putting the barrels into the cab, we leisurely jumped into the Dodge Ram, and took off. It was two and a half hours to San Remo. I was still in a rush, but I forced myself into a fitful sleep.

       I awoke with Pierre's massive hand shaking me awake. It felt like I had just shut my eyes when we had already arrived at the San Remo docks. I quickly shook my head violently in an attempt to get rid of the cobwebs, and got out of the truck. Pierre pulled the barrels from the cab of the truck, and dragged them to the cargo ship that we were using to get back. The Brigade, I read on the side of the ship. While Pierre loaded the barrels, I spoke with the captain. I dropped a small stack of hundred dollar American bills in his hand.

       “There's the first thousand. You'll get the second when we meet up with my yacht.” I told him, and he nodded, waving me away as he counted the money. Pierre and I shared a vacant room below deck. Now there was nothing to do but sleep. I passed out quickly.

       It took the better part of a day, and Pierre had to inject the girls with a very powerful sedative to keep them unconscious, but we met up with my yacht without any trouble. We were about three hundred miles off the coast of Spain, well outside anyone's jurisdiction, and quickly made the transfer. I gave the captain fifteen hundred instead of a thousand, for not bothering me or asking questions. Pierre and I quickly loaded the girls onto my yacht, and we were on our way, while the Brigade headed north toward her original destination.

       We took the girls out of the barrels, and laid them out unconscious below deck. Pierre injected them once more with the sedative, and finally fell asleep in his cabin. Now that I was all caught up with my sleep I was above deck, pacing back and forth. This was different than any other hunt that I've been on. I wanted April bad, probably more than I'd ever wanted any of the girls. Except maybe Ashley, but that was because I saw the potential in her almost immediately.

       I examined my prey, still unconscious on the floor. They both had different bonds than the original ones we used to capture them at the camp. Pierre must've changed them. They've had those ropes for a couple days, and the involuntary twitching they've been doing must've weakened them. Pierre was definitely the best kind of guy to work with.

       I stared lustfully down at April, looking so helpless. I couldn't wait to get my hands on these bitches. I was going to torture them, make them scream, make them mine. Well, April anyway. Crystal was going to that piece of shit Mr. Andrews. I shrugged it off. I was getting a ton of money, so who cares?

       I felt my dick rising in my pants yet again. Son of a bitch. I hadn't gotten any form of sexual pleasure in a few days, and it would be a few days more, since I wouldn't be getting into New York until early Sunday morning. I couldn't even have fun with the girls until I got them back to the mansion. Besides, fucking unconscious girls just wasn't my style.

       So I waited. I went up on deck and felt the freezing Atlantic air smash me in the face. I pulled out A Time to Kill and continued reading.

       The yacht pulled into New York Harbor at 2:12 a.m Sunday. I spent the journey reading the paperbacks, sipping coffee, doing pushups, anything to keep my mind off the cargo below deck. The girls were given the sedative once more, placed back into the barrels and loaded into my private jet. Time for the home stretch, a six and a half hour flight from New York to the private airfield in Bakersfield. Off we went. On the plane ride back, at least I had marginal company in Pierre, and got the business portion out of the way on the plane. He picked a girl I hadn't trained, but my Manhattan associate had. Some girl by the name of Brianna. Black girl, pretty eyes, but just a little too flat chested for me. I shook hands with him, concluding the business part of things, and we spent  the next five hours trying to teach me French while teaching him English.

       An hour before arrival I called and made sure that the Hummer was at the airfield, and that we were ready to go. It was. We touched down at the airfield at 7:13 a.m, Los Angeles time, and driving by 7:30. I'd be back at my mansion by 9:30, and by then those bitches better be cooking my breakfast. I called Mistress Crystal on the plane, and she was only a little pissed. She sleeps in Sunday mornings, she complained to me. I told her to stop being a bitch and deal with it. She grumbled and hung up on me.

       Traffic was merciful on Sunday mornings, and we arrived a little after 9:30. Breakfast was ready for me, as I thought, and it was being whipped up quickly for Pierre. He'd spend the night with one of my girls, then be on the first flight back to Marseille Monday morning. Crystal, however, wouldn't stay. Said she'd be away from her own house for far too long. She gave me a kiss goodbye, and led Teresa out on her leash, the Hummer waiting for her as my guards gave her a ride to the airfield I just landed at. Pierre took the barrels down to the cells and let April and Crystal out, and even undid their bonds. They were still unconscious.

       My girls were waiting for me, on their knees, in the main hall. I ate my breakfast ravenously, and as I was, Ashley was under the table blowing me. As I finished, I realized I was hungry in a different sort. It's like those times when you don't realize you're starving until you see the plate in front of you. It was like that. Ashley looked up into my eyes and saw the need in them, and she handed me her leash without a word. If I didn't know better, I'd say she almost missed me. Almost.

       I attached the leash to her collar and took her upstairs to my bedroom, where I took the opportunity to fuck the living shit out of her. I had to pace myself to an extreme, because my dick was ready to blow almost instantly. I rarely ever go a week without sexual relief of any kind, so my body was backlogged furiously.

       It started with a blow job. The best blow job I'd had for a while. It really wasn't, but a week without sex made it feel that way, easily. She stared up at me with those beautiful brown eyes of hers, while I kept the leash around her neck taut, ready to give her any command I wish with just a flick of the wrist. Her mouth moved up and down my dick, slowly at first, but the movements went faster and faster, almost to the point of being violent. Her throat easily took my whole member in, and as my cock was in the back of her throat, her tongue slid up and down against my shaft. As she pulled her mouth off, she did so slowly, tongue pressed hard against my dick so that I would feel it the entire time. She swirled her tongue around my head, eyes never leaving mine unless she was commanded to do otherwise.

       I pulled the leash down slightly, and she knew exactly was that meant. Her tongue slid down the underside of my cock, never leaving my body, until it reached my balls, where she began to lap at them. Her tongue seemed to flick against them, until she decided to take them into her mouth, and suck gently, while her tongue ran over them. She did miss me. I was too much in need of sex to care.

       I jerked the leash down yet again, and her tongue repeated the early action, sliding down, never leaving my body, until it reached my asshole, and she was merciless. Her tongue seemed to attack me, and didn't let up for a second. Between roughly licking me and tongue fucking my ass, I was about ready to fire a cannon into her face, but I held myself back. I rose quickly, and she stared up at me, tears in her eyes, ready to submit to my every whim.

       It was now that I gave my cock a chance to relax, and put a blindfold over the eyes of my favorite slut. Then I proceeded in tying her hands behind her back, and her ankles against her lower thighs, so that she was forced up on her knees the entire time, as she leaned her upper body against the bed.. The idea was for her not to know what was coming next, but she knew me too well, I'm sure she knew that she was getting ready to get whipped. I took my favorite flogger from the wall, and stared lustfully at my whore's beautiful body. It's been a little while since I've given this bitch a sound whipping.

       I started softly at first, and my bitch was giving cries to match. The blows struck her back, her ass, her legs, her feet. I changed the force of the blows dramatically. I didn't slowly rise, harder and harder. The last blow was soft. The next was shattering. She screamed, a deafening scream that forced me to give her the ball gag, a small black one. I continued to whip her with the same force, marking her on her ass, her feet, and a bit on her back. As I decided that was enough, I pulled the blindfold and ball gag off to see her in tears. I spat on her beautiful face, and undid the leg bonds, but left her wrists bound behind her.

       “Now ride my cock, you filthy whore.” I ordered her, and she did, quickly. I'm sure her body was on fire from the whipping, but she was too well trained to let it affect her. Her pussy was absolutely dripping. She liked the whipping more than she was letting on. Her balance, despite her hands being tied, was perfect. She rode me with such ferocity, and her pussy was clamped tightly against my dick. I'd been away from my whores for far too long.

       I laid there, sweat dripping from both our bodies, staring up at her as she focused on the ceiling, engulfed in her own passion. She'd been without my dick for a week as well. I let her ride me for another minute or so, then pulled her off and pushed her down to her knees so I could fuck her from behind. My dick slid into her easily, and I picked up the flogger and struck her a few times with the whip as I pounded into her.

       “Master...Master!! Can I please cum!? Please!?” She screamed at me, body rocking from the sound fucking she was receiving. My balls were smacking into her clit, which I was sure giving her a lot of stimulation. I put my hand on the small of her back and pushed her into me as I fucked her.

       “No slut, you hold onto that orgasm until I decide otherwise.” I ordered, grunting as I fucked her. I could've sworn I saw tears in those eyes, and I grinned. Lovely little whore. After another minute I felt sorry enough for her to allow her to cum. “Let it go, my pet.” I told her, and proceeded to ride her like a bull. She screamed, and started trembling, shaking to the point where it took effort to keep her under control. Watching her cum like this sent me over the edge, and I quickly pulled myself out of her, pulled her up onto her knees by her hair, and shoved my dick down her throat. I fucked her throat as roughly as I was fucking her from behind, and within a few seconds I had one of the biggest orgasms ever, to the point where she very nearly let some of it spill, but she didn't. As I said again and again, she was well trained.

       “Show it to me.” I ordered, breathing very hard and watching her as she opened her mouth. It was more than a lot. It seemed as though several guys decided to shoot their load into her mouth. She was trembling, out of breath, struggling to breath with all that cum in her mouth. “Swallow it.” I said, giving her a break as she quickly gulped my cum down in several swallows. She opened her mouth again to show me that it was empty. I slapped her, roughly, a grin on my face. The first hour back at my mansion was phenomenal.

Chapter IX

       I spent the day working over most of my whores, especially Ashley, Cara, and Jaeda. That punishment I was supposed to give them earlier? I hung them upside down from the ankles, and attached a pair of nipple weights on them, so that the just barely missed resting on the floor. The weights hung from their nipples while their breasts were painfully pressed against one another, and any movement from one would cause severe pain by the other. I left them like that for two hours, periodically checking on them to make sure they didn't pass out.

       I entered the room they were in with five minutes to spare, with Ashley in tow. I made sure that they watched as Ashley performed a slow blowjob on me, and told them that there would be no relief until I was finished. They watched her suck me, slowly, gently, as she caressed my balls with her fingertips, and her tongue. It didn't take me more than 30 minutes to cum, but I'm sure for them each minute passed like an hour. As I finally shot my load into Ashley's mouth, I walked over to the two newly acquired slaves, and paced around them, while they watched my every move.

       “I sincerely hope you two whores have learned your lessons. Next time...” I took this moment to pause as I flicked the weights, erupting a cry of pain from both girls. “You will spend an evening here, and there will be weights for your clits as well. Understand, my slaves?” I asked. They both nodded quickly and replied with a painful yes master. “Good.” I snapped my fingers. “Get them out of there.”  I ordered Ashley, and walked away. I heard the blood curdling screams when she took off the weights.

       I took this moment to check up on my latest captives, April and Crystal. Crystal was already awake, sitting on the floor with her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth. April was still unconscious, sprawled out on the cold cement floor. I could even see her turning blue. Some daughter. Couldn't even get her up onto the bed. Well. I was certainly about to teach these two ladies the meaning of love. Tomorrow, though. I was gonna let them despair about their surroundings. They'd probably be glad to see me, when I walk in there tomorrow. Until they see the nastiest looking flogger in my collection. I popped my neck as I stared at the computer screen. Ugh...I couldn't wait to get these bitches into the dungeon.

       The night came and went. I spent all day fucking, and exercising. I didn't get to do much weight-lifting on the yacht, just pushups. I was adequately exhausted that night, and I spent two hours that evening getting a massage from Ashley and Lily. I needed both girls that night. I fell asleep that night with my cock in Lily's mouth, and Ashley's head on my chest.

       When I awoke the next morning, my girls were already out of bed, cooking my breakfast. I decided to skip the blowjob that I usually got from Ashley during my breakfast, and ate quickly. I wanted to get to work on those new whores as quickly as I could. I glanced at the computer screen, and saw that the two ladies were sleeping, holding one another on the bed, like a couple of scared little girls. Time for a wake-up call, my beautiful little whores. I walked downstairs to the cells, slamming the door shut as hard as I could in an attempt at waking them. It worked, I saw them snap up, covering their naked bodies as well as they could.

       I took this moment to walk down the stairs, slowly, letting each step resound as I came closer and closer to my new girls. They couldn't see my face in the darkness, and that was exactly the way I wanted it. Seems like something out of a bad movie, but it's really quite effective at raising the tension in the room. I'm sure these girls have had guesses about what was going to happen, but they had no idea what they were getting into. I took a steel chair, and slid it across the floor, making as much noise as possible, and sat in front of them, the darkness still clouding my face. April, the mother was the first one to get the courage to speak.

       “W-who are you...What are you going to do?” She asked, timidly. I simply stared at her, and said nothing. I watched them both shake visibly. My arms were folded across my chest. All part of the training. This was intimidation. After a couple minutes of silence, I finally said something.

       “Comfortable, ladies? I hope so...This is going to be your home for a while.” One of them let off a soft cry, probably Crystal. I saw the tears forming in April's eyes. “I now own you. Both of you. The day you decided to go on this little trip was the day you sealed your own fate. You're now both pieces of property, to use and abuse as I see fit. Forget the fact that you are mother and daughter, it is meaningless now. Forget any past ties you may have had; they are now severed. They don't even know you're gone for fuck's sake.”

       “I've made quite sure to eliminate any possible trace of your disappearance. For all they know the two of you fell into a river back in Italy. And before you think that I hold you for anything other than sexual use, don't bother. You better get used to the fact that the two of you are now sex slaves, now, and quite probably forever.” I said this almost matter-of-factly, and I could see the tears falling freely from both women. I could also see the anger and resistance in April's eyes. In just a few moments I was going to beat it out of her. I rose from the chair. Their eyes followed me.

       “You may think that you won't submit, but believe me. There has yet to be a whore that I could not break, a stupid bitch like yourself-” I spat the words out. “that I haven't had beg me to suck my cock. You will obey, or you will suffer the consequences. Now...” I clicked open the lock, and slid the cell door open. “The two of you will come with me, either willingly, or I can drag your pathetic asses.” I expected the resistance I got. April tried to attack me, to aim for my manly area, while Crystal tried to make a break for it. With one hand, I caught Crystal by the hair and threw her into her mother, and with the other caught April's hand, and twisted it violently, not hard enough to break, but enough to send a wave of pain through the bitch's arm, to make it useless for a few moments. As the two fell to the floor, I slapped April, hard, and sent her sprawling to the floor. I gave Crystal the same slap, and stared down at the two whores.

       “Now, we can try this again with the same results. I'll just punish you even worse later. Or you can obey. Your choice.” I stood there, in the doorway of the cell, and watched them. Pain wracked through April, I could tell, and Crystal's cheek was bright red. Grudgingly, they rose, and started to walk towards me, when I shook my head. “No, whores. You are now slaves. Bitches. You crawl like the dogs that you are.” I immediately found out who the more submissive of the two were. Crystal slowly began to drop down to her knees, while April continued walking towards me, a look of pure defiance on her face. I slapped it off her, much harder than I did the first time. “CRAWL, SLAVE!” I shouted. With a bruise very nearly beginning to form on the side of her face, she did drop to her hands and knees. I walked outside the cell for a moment, and came back with a couple of leashes.

       “Remember how I said you two were dogs? Dogs must be led with leashes.” First, I wrapped the leash around Crystal's neck. I could see the sadness on the daughter's face, as the tears continued to drip freely down her cheeks. As I proceeded to put the second leash on the mother, she shook her head around, making it difficult for me. Fine. I smirked at her, gripped Crystal by the hair, and slapped her as hard as I could. She screamed. Her mother screamed too. She wasn't expecting me to punish her daughter for her own mistakes. I countinued to slap Crystal, though not quite as hard, and she cried out with each slap.

       “Stop!” April shouted, sobbing. I kept the same confident smirk on my face as I stared into her eyes. “...I'll take the leash.” I shook my head, and slapped Crystal once more.

       “No whore. You're going to beg me for it.” I said, menacingly.

       “...Please...Please put the leash around my neck.”

       “Master.” This, I could tell, was going to be very hard for her to say.

       “...Master.”

       “No whore, the whole thing.”

       “...Please put the leash around my neck Master.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

       “Good...Present your neck, slave.” She moved her neck into a position that made it easier for me to wrap the leash around her neck. I did, and she dropped back down to her hands and knees. As I glanced at Crystal, I could see that I very nearly drew blood. Enough slapping. The whip will suffice, once I get these whores into the dungeon. I took both leashes, one for each hand, and began to walk, tugging on the leashes. The girls followed me, crawling on their hands and knees. Obviously, they weren't yet skilled at crawling. Many times I'd walk to fast for them, and end up tugging on the leash, choking them slightly as they struggled to keep up.

       Though the distance between the cells and the training room was a short walk, it took us almost two minutes to get there because these whores didn't know how to crawl properly. Obviously, I'd have to integrate that into their training. I couldn't help but stare at the beautiful asses before me. Memories of the past couple weeks began to flood through me. The intoxicated feeling I had when I looked at the pictures of April. I wasn't feeling it as much now, probably because I was in my element. I had the bitch under my control, and soon, very soon, I'd get everything I'd want from her. As the ladies took in their surroundings, they began to cry again. Couldn't blame them, really. The training room is the stuff of nightmares.

       “Come now, girls. We don't have time to waste.” I tugged on the leashes, and they  crawled, obediently. This was the first command they followed without question. Heh. Learning already. I took two pairs of shakles from the wall, and gripped April tightly by the hair as I lifted her up. She cried out in pain, and I forced her under a support beam I had installed for this particular use. I cuffed her hands around the beam, so she was forced to leave her arms outstreched while they were cuffed in the shackles. I then proceeded to shackle her ankles with a spreader bar, so that she wouldn't be able to move her legs. I repeated the process with Crystal, and I walked to the wall, staring all the various torture devices I had accumulated over the years.

       “Now...What shall I use first...” I said, louder than necessary in a menacing voice. I let the new slaves stare at everything on the wall while I pretended to consider what I was going to take. I glanced back at them, as they looked at the wall in horror. I think it was at this point that they believed they were in the deepest circle of hell. After a few more moments of keeping the illusion that I didn't know what to pick first, I finally ended it, and removed my favorite flogger from the wall. I saw them relax visibly. I could've picked much worse, after all. There was a metallic version of this flogger, which could've easily ripped the skin on these girls. Perhaps later.

       I walked back to them, slowly, deliberately, knowing that with each step, their despair only grew. I placed a finger on April's back, and slid it downward, slowly, caressing her skin as I stared at her. I could see the fear in her eyes, probably not yet understanding what it meant to be owned. The girls probably wouldn't find out for a few days. There'd be some heavy resistance in them, at least in the beginning, until they learn that obedience is much easier than resistance.

       I slid the flogger across her back, in the same way I did my finger just a moment ago. She trembled, and I saw goosebumps form over her body. Suddenly, I brought the whip back, and swung with crushing force as the flogger smashed into her back. She cried out, and her back was instantly turning red. I glanced at Crystal, to see her reaction. It was as I expected, tears began to form in her eyes. I don't think seeing her mother beaten like this was something she had ever experienced. This is why I love training family members. So much easier to break and bend to my will. Plus, I doubt that there's much more degrading things than being forced to perform incest. It's such a turn on for me.

       I began to whip April, much more gentle than the first blow, but hard enough, as each blow shook her body, and caused her to cry out in pain. I continued the process for about a minute, as I saw her entire body turning bright red. Attacking her like this, however, caused anger to swell up within her. I watched the expression on her face change, as she grit her teeth, and narrowed her eyes.

       “...Is that all you got, you son of a bitch?!” She spat at me. I shook my head, chuckling as I walked around her in a circle. Without warning, I brought the flogger to her tits, this time about as hard as the first blow I gave her. She screamed for a moment, then forced herself silent, trying to remain defiant. I gave her ten more blows, identical to the first, all over her body. I could tell she was in pain, because she couldn't even control the amount of saliva she had in her mouth, and began to drool slowly. Still, she acted as though she didn't even notice it.

       “I've had worse, you piece of shit.” She said, weakly, but still with the same defiant tone. Ten more strikes, I gave her, each harder than the last. It was almost too much for her senses to handle. She appeared to be fighting to stay conscious, so it was time to start attacking her psychologically. I gripped her tightly by the chin, and forced her to stare into my eyes.

       “You will obey, and you will be an obedient sex slave whore. I will make sure of that. You can start by thanking me for the beating I just gave you.” Her eyes glared at me, and I'm sure she would have spit in my face if she had the strength.

       “Go to hell.” She replied, and I grinned at her.

       “Wrong answer.” I did something she didn't expect. I turned the whip on her daughter. Her daughter was as surprised as she was, and wasn't anticipating the blow. It slashed her across the stomach, and she grunted in pain. April looked at me in horror. She expected me to just whip her harder. Now she was responsible for the attack on her own daughter.

       “I'm sorry, please don't hurt her anymore!” She cried out at me. I shook my head slowly, and continued using the flogger on Crystal.

       “She...will be punished...for your...mistakes...and from now on...if you think to disobey me...she...will be the one...to suffer.” I told her, while whipping her daughter, pausing as I brought the flogger down on her ass, tits, or back. After Crystal was whipped about twice as much as her mother, I turned to April and looked at her. “I'm waiting for an answer.” I told her. She stared up at me, closed her eyes as the tears began to fall, and whispered, barely audible.

       “Thank you for beating me master.” CRACK! I slammed the flogger against her daughter.

       “Louder, whore. And thank me for beating your daughter, too.” I said, and waited.I was going to hit her daughter again, whether the answer was satisfactory or not.

       “Thank you master, for beating me and my daughter.” I smiled and nodded.

       “Good.” And then brought the flogger across Crystal's chest. This was my hardest strike yet. She screamed.

       “...Thank you master, for whipping my daughter.” This stopped me in my tracks. I was expecting a yell, screaming at me as to why I did that again. Something for me being unfair. Even I couldn't hide my momentary lapse in composure, the look of shock on my face. I straightened myself up. I couldn't whip the whore now, after that. That sort of reaction was supposed to come weeks after training. Why so fast? I glared at her for a moment, then undid the shackles on her daughter's wrists. Crystal dropped to the floor, unable to keep her composure after that sound whipping I gave her.

       I gripped the bitch tightly by her hair and pulled her up onto her knees, as she moaned in pain. “Alright whore. It appears as though your mother is learning. Now it's your turn. Put your mouth on my cock, and suck like the little slut that you are, or your mother is going to pay the price.” I took this moment to unzip my pants, and placed my semi-hard dick in front of her. She stared at it for a moment, unmoving. A moment too long for my tastes. I turned quickly and sent a strike with the whip towards her mother. She let out a quick cry, but instantly silenced it. Glancing down at Crystal, I saw her shake visibly.

       “Get to it whore. I can do this for hours.” The threat wasn't wasted on her. She slowly moved her lips around my dick, and began to suck, softly. I felt her tongue on the bottom of my dick as she bobbed her head back and forth, slowly. I felt myself getting irritable; this was way too slow for my tastes. But, I calmed myself down, realizing that she was completely untrained. I put my free hand on the back of her head and began to push down, violently, forcing her to fuck my dick with her face.

       “This...is how...you are expected...to suck cock...do you understand, cunt?!” I told her, in a forceful tone, as I pumped her head down. She was moaning, and struggling to keep up with me, but nodded ever so slightly to say she understood. I glanced over at her  mother. “Are you getting this, slut? Your whore daughter's learning to suck her master's cock, and I hope you're taking this in. You're next.” Barely able to look at me, she nodded, and replied meekly.

       “Yes master.” Resting the whip over my shoulder, I took her head in both hands and started raping her face. Her eyes were bulging and I knew she was in need of some air. So I relaxed for a moment, and pulled my saliva-covered cock out of her mouth.

       “Now, as your master so gracefully allows you to breathe, you are to put your mouth on his balls, and breathe while you tongue it. Do so until you are ordered otherwise, and don't you ever stop. Remember, you are a slave, and your only goal in life is to please your master. Failure to do so will result in punishment. For the moment, that punishment is me beating the shit out of your dear old mother. Understood whore?” I asked her, while she was tonguing my balls. She followed my instructions as I said them, and took a moment to look up at me with those sad, beautiful eyes and reply, “Yes master.”

       “Good. Now get back to sucking my dick and see if you can do it properly this time, without my help.” I told her, and watched as she rose her mouth from my balls and up to my dick. Putting it into her mouth, she began to bob her head, much faster than before. I knew she was working hard, even though it didn't feel particularly good. She would come along, I'd just have to make her watch Ashley suck my cock. After a moment, I decided to experiment. I placed my hand on the back of her head. She stopped moving, as if waiting for my instructions. I began pushing her head down, slowly, inch by inch onto my cock, waiting to see where her gag reflex starts. I felt her resist my hand for a moment, but I pushed down with greater force. She yielded, and relaxed her head as I pushed it further. She was able to take about 5 inches of my 8 inch dick into her mouth before the gag reflex stopped her. Not bad.

       “You must trust your master. He owns you, and though he brings pain to you, it isn't because he is trying to seriously hurt you. It is becase he wants obedience. Right now you are mine, mind, body, and soul. You belong to me, 100%. The life you had as an individual is over. You must trust me. Believe me, there's no way out of this. You've no idea where you are, you don't even know if it's night or day. What could possibly be gained by resistance, hm? Being left alone here, knowing only suffering and torment, with the knowledge that you are the cause to your mother's pain?” I took the whip off my shoulder, and snapped a strike at her mother, and though she made no sound, she shook violently, and I saw her holding back the pain. Crystal was quiet, staring, and I watched as it was sinking in.

       “It's nothing other than what it is; a fact. Your life, as you knew it is over. Begin the next stage of your life with some dignity. You will feel pain as you have never experienced. That is unavoidable.” I saw her eyes glisten a bit with fear and anticipation of the worst. “What is avoidable is unnecessary pain, the kind you would receive if you resist me. I will teach you to be a slave. You will learn. And take heart in the fact that you won't be in this alone.” I walked over to her mother, and began to use my hands to explore her body. I gripped one of her nipples tightly within my fingers, and squeezed, staring into the eyes of the mother, knowing that she was listening well to every word I said.

       “You have a beautiful mother...”I whispered softly. I moved behind April, and placed my hands on her shoulders, as I caressed them gently with my fingers. “You will love each other in the only way you have not loved each other before. You will make love. Incest bears no meaning. You are slaves. The love between a mother and daughter is stronger than any love I have ever seen. Forget the rules of society, my slaves, and think only of the lives you will have now, with each other.” As I was talking, I saw both girls shaking visibly. They were trembling, in fear or excitement, I couldn't tell which.

       “Isn't your daughter wonderful? Isn't she beautiful, April? Her life is mine now, as is yours. You will get each other through this transisition stage, and you will be all the stronger for it.” I whispered into her ear, as I put my lips around her ear, sucking gently on her earlobe. My hands trailed down the front of her body, down her chest, running across her wonderful tits, down her stomach, past her navel, until I reached her pussy. The second I came anywhere close to her labia, I could feel the massive amounts of juices dripping from her. I guessed I'd have something similar if I explored her daughter's regions.

       “Don't bother lying to me now, whore. You want to have sex with your daughter as much as I do.” I whispered into her ear, and her body shook against mine. I moved away from her, and stood between the two once more. “I will be the gateway; the device to allow you two to go where you never believed you could. It is disgusting, wrong, the most heinous sin you could commit. Bullshit. Now you have a way to express your love, like never before. If you truly love each other, then submit to me, and I will show you truly how much you love each other.” I stopped here, and backed up, to allow them to look at each other, and at me.

       The girls' eyes hadn't left one another. They were looking to each other for strength, but they were also looking at one another in a different light. It's true; it was always considered wrong to make love to family. But why? Making love isn't only about procreation. It's the ultimate thing you can do with one another. They loved each other more than anything in the world. And now, because of me, because of someone they thought was insane, they had a way to have feelings that they could never have imagined. There was a price to pay. Slavery. To be owned. But nothing in life was free. And they knew that I could show them the way. Sensing this, I stepped forward.

       “Ladies. You don't have a choice in the matter. Realize that this is going to happen whether you like it or not. You can do it willingly, or behind the whip, every step of the way. There's a mountain for the two of you to climb, and how quickly you reach the top depends on what you tell me right now. You both have resignations, doubts, uncertainties about the life you are leaving, and the one you are entering. It's my job to break those, as I will break you. Find joy, or pain and suffereing. It matters not to me. Choose.”

       April and Crystal looked at each other, and seemed to communicate telepathically. They looked back at me and answered simultaneously.

       “We choose slavery, Master. Show us the way.” I grinned as I stared at them.

       “Then let's begin.