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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.
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