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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.
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