Fantasm

Fantasm

Personals Slave

Personals Slave
“Older, dom daddy seeks submissive little girl. Be 18-25, petite and give yourself over to my will. Be no more than 5-foot-2, 110 pounds and no larger than 34C. Race not important – physical attributes are.”
I posted the ad on a popular personals website and waited for the answers. I was tired of the constant searching and rejection. I decided it was time to cut to the chase.
Within just a couple of hours, I had six responses in my in-box. Three were from women who, by their photos, were clearly either too old or too young. Two were from fairly attractive transsexuals who I decided to file for future reference.
My hopes deflating, I clicked on the last message. I was pleasantly surprised to find a scan of a drivers license, with the address blocked out, from a girl who said she’d turned 18 just three days before.
Cara had long, dark hair, stood 5-foot-2 and, according to the license, was an even 100 pounds. I couldn’t tell for sure her other attributes, but the bad DOT photo showed an amazing smile.
Her most captivating feature was her eyes. The license said green, and I couldn’t tell for sure, but they looked piercing.
The body of her email said she was just graduated from high school. She wasn’t a virgin, she said, but had only had one lover in her young life, and him only twice. She hadn’t found it satisfying and found my ad “interesting.”
I instructed Cara to meet me at a small diner downtown. I told her she was to wear a white tank top at least one size too small, a short black skirt, white garter and stockings and black heels – and nothing else.
I further told her that, before she could enter the diner, she was to stand in front and play with her breasts for no less than one full minute, until her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the material of her tank top. I made it clear this was her one chance at an audition to see if she could become my little girl.
She emailed back almost immediately. Her message was just two words: “Yes, Daddy.”
Chapter 2
I headed to the diner with about 30 minutes to spare before the appointed time. I took a table near the large window facing the street, adjacent to the entrance.
Just before she was due, I watched Cara as she walked up the street, dressed exactly as I’d prescribed. She looked even better in person.
As instructed, she stopped in front of the plate-glass window. She looked at her watch, then looked around and brought her hands to her glorious tits. I watched, less than five feet away, as she stroked and pinched her tits, pulled at the nipples and teased them.
She let her hands drop, revealing the diamond-hard nubbins, before glancing at her watch. She had 10 seconds to go, so she just grabbed her nipples and pulled. I could literally hear her moan through the heavy plate glass, which attracted the attention of more than one passer-by.
Satisfied she’d fulfilled the requirements of my first test, I rapped on the window with the back of my fingers. Cara jumped and looked around. I hooked my fingers at her and motioned her inside.
Suddenly shy, blushing, Cara walked in. The ringing door chime attracted the attention of the cook, who openly stared at her clearly-defined breasts and rock-hard nipples.
“Show me,” I said, looking pointedly at her crotch before she could sit down.
Cara glanced around, then lifted the front of her skirt briefly, displaying her charms.
“I said, show me,” I repeated.
Cara blushed, closed her eyes and lifted her skirt, holding it in place this time. I let her stand there for a full 10 seconds before telling her to sit down.
The lips of her 18-year-old pussy were a puffy, dusky pink from arousal. Her Mons was lightly covered in a dusting of dark, downy pubic hair, which did nothing to hide the delicate slit. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, with the pea-sized protuberance of her clitoris clearly visible, peeking almost shyly from the apex.
She slid into the chair opposite me. I’d already ordered her a drink, which arrived even as she slid her gorgeous ass into the seat. The waitress, who was another “friend” of mine, grinned as she openly stared at Cara’s partially-exposed crotch.
I immediately began laying out my desires: I wanted a girl who would submit herself to me fully, no questions asked, to fulfill all my desires. There would be no “safe word,” I informed her. If she agreed, I would use her how I wanted, when I wanted and where I wanted.
She had one chance to say no, right now. In return, I promised her I would not permanently injure her in any way. She would move into my home and be provided for, for a period of one year. I, in turn, would pay for her education while she was living with me.
Cara’s eyes got big.
“What if I don’t like something you’re doing?” she asked.
“That won’t be an option,” I said. “If you agree to my terms.”
She was silent for a moment.
“Um,” she said. “Can we try it for a week?”
It was my turn to think for a moment.
“You will submit to me completely, no arguments?” I said. “If you argue or balk, you will be punished.”
Cara swallowed hard at the mention of punishment.
“OK,” she said, quietly.
“What?” I said, slapping her hand where it lay on the table.
“Um, yes, Daddy?” she replied.
“Very good,” I said. “Now, pull your skirt up two inches.”
She looked at me, then reached down to comply. I handed Cara some money and the check.
“Go pay our bill and meet me outside,” I said, standing and walking to the door. “Don’t touch your skirt.”
She blushed a deep red and stood. The bottom of her ass cheeks were clearly on display as she walked to the counter. She fumbled with the change, then turned to walk out. I could see her skirt barely covered her naked slit from the front.
Cara walked out the door and stopped in front of me. I could tell she really wanted to tug her skirt down to cover herself, but she didn’t.
“What now, Daddy,” she asked, looking up at me.
“Fix your skirt,” I said. “You look like a slut.”
She shuddered at my words. But her nipples betrayed her. They’d started to relax as time passed, but now, they shot to full erection when I called her a slut.
“Very good,” I said. “Now, come with me.”
Chapter 3
Cara fell into step beside me. I gave her a firm smack on the ass, which drew the attention of more than one passer-by, and instructed her to walk at heel, one step behind me and one step to my right. She fell into place and followed, head down, as we headed to my car.
I opened the door. I instructed her to step off the curb and stand in the door well. I raised her skirt, bearing her from the waist down, and told her to bend forward. She put her palms on the car seat and waited.
I reached around her, into the glove box and removed a medium-sized anal plug. I brought the tip to her mouth and told her to lubricate it with her saliva.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “It’s new. Your’s will be the first ass it penetrates.”
She shuddered and hesitated. She refused to open her mouth, shaking her head slightly in the negative.
“Do it!” I ordered, giving her a hard crack on her bare ass for good measure. “If you don’t, it’s going in dry.”
After a moment, she grudgingly opened her mouth. I pushed the plug in until she gagged, pulled it free and lined it up with her sphincter. Cara moaned as the blunt end of the plug spread the tight ring of muscle guarding her deepest recesses. She groaned as the widest part of the plug was forced past her ring.
I removed a pair of metal cuffs from my back pocket. I pulled her arms behind her back, slipped the rings around her wrists and secured them, tightly.
“In the car,” I said as I stepped away, exposing her to the pedestrian traffic on the street. “Now.”
Cara almost leaped into the seat. A small cry escaped her lips as her shapely posterior came to rest on the leather, the tip of the butt plug pushing further into her bowels.
I walked around to the drivers side, leaving the passenger door open. I climbed into my seat and inserted the key in the ignition. I turned to face her – and the open passenger door which still left her exposed to the general public.
“Well, slut,” I said. “Close the damn door!”
“But …,” she started to say.
“But, nothing,” I said, slapping her hard on her exposed thigh, leaving a clear, red hand print. “Close it so we can get going.”
I took her almost five minutes, but she finally managed to maneuver herself into a position where she could hook the door with one finger and pull it shut. Her gyrations left her constantly exposing herself, including the end of the plug protruding from her ass.
This caught the attention of one girl, who looked about 16. She literally froze in her tracks, eyes locked on Cara’s undulating body, nipples hardening inside her tight white t-shirt. Too young, but very hot.
Once Cara got the door closed, I started the car and pulled out into traffic.
“Here we go, baby girl,” I said. “Get ready for the longest week of your life.”
Chapter 4
Rather than drive to my home, I elected to divert to an adult bookstore I know, which has both video booths and a small theater. I didn’t tell Cara where we were going but, as we pulled up outside, I asked her if she’d ever been fucked in public.
“Um, no, Daddy,” she said meekly. “Of course not.”
“Well, you’re in for the time of your life then, aren’t you,” I said.
I parked, climbed out and walked around to the passenger side. I opened her door, unfastened her seat belt and instructed her to turn in the seat and swing just her right leg out of the car. The position left her naked, lightly-haired pussy on view and accessible. I reached down and ran my index finger between the lips of her pussy, feeling the slick moisture of her arousal.
“This is turning you on, isn’t it?” I asked as I pressed the first inch of my finger into her hot, moist depths. “The idea of being displayed in public like a common slut excites you.”
Her pussy muscles clenched on my finger at the word “slut,” and she moaned.
“Yes, sir,” she said, so quietly I could barely hear her.
“What?” I said. “Say it louder.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Yes, sir, what?” I said, pressing more of my finger into her pussy as an older guy got out of a car down the row, to my left, out of Cara’s sight.
“Yes, sir,” she said, perhaps a little louder than she intended this time. “The idea of being shown off like a slut excites me.”
The guy heard this and he turned to see what was happening. He could just see Cara’s spread leg and my arm, clearly moving my finger in and out of her cunt. He walked over.
“Howdy,” he said. “Nice little slut ya’ll got there.”
Cara tensed at the sound of his voice, her pussy muscles quivering around my probing digit. The guy was probably in his late 50s, salt-and-pepper hair, including a well-groomed goatee and mustache. He walked up, partially blocking the view from the back of the bookstore and the street with his body, and placed his hand on her leg.
“May I?” he asked, looking not at Cara, but at me.
“Be my guest,” I said. “Enjoy.”
“John,” he said, shaking my hand before placing his back on Cara’s thigh.
“Mark,” I said. “And Cara.”
“How long have you had her?” John asked and his hand made its way up her leg to cup her dripping pussy.
“Just a couple of hours,” I said. I explained how she’d answered my personals advert and submitted herself to me for a week-long trial.
John’s fingers toyed with Cara’s pussy, eliciting a moan from deep in her throat. He cupped her crotch, feeling the end of the plug still deep in her young ass. He grinned.
“Mind if I fuck this slut’s ass?” he said.
“No offense, but, yeah I do,” I replied. “Sorry, but I haven’t even fucked it yet. How about a blowjob instead?”
“Hardly the same thing, but, what the hell,” John said. “I’ll take some head.”
“Cara,” I said. “Get down on your knees and suck this nice man’s cock.”
“What, right here?” she said, incredulous. “You’ve got to be kid … ding.”
I think Cara realized almost immediately how bad she’d just fucked up. Calmly, I reached out, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out of the car. I spun her around, pulled her shirt up and over her head and forced her to bend over.
“John,” I said, my voice steady and even. “Sit down and show Cara your cock.”
He grinned and did as I said. He opened his shorts and let them drop around his ankles. He was commando and his hard, average-sized cock sprang free, right in her face.
“Cara,” I said, giving her a stinging swat on the ass. “Thank John for the gift he has for you and ask him if you may suck it. Now!”
“Thank you, sir, for the gift,” she said. “May I please suck your cock?”
“Yes you may, my dear,” John said.
“Thank yo … mnph.” Cara gagged as I pressed her forward, impaling her mouth on John’s cock. I drove her forward until her lips met his groin, enjoying her obvious discomfort.
“Oh, fuck!” John groaned. “You should feel her throat clench! Damn, that’s good!”
“Take her head and fuck her throat,” I said. “I’ve got something else to do.”
With that, John started driving her head up and down his shaft, filling her to the brim with each thrust. I grabbed the base of the plug filling her teen ass, pulled it free and shoved it into her cunt.
“I was going to wait and do this easy the first time,” I told her as I undid my jeans and freed my rock-hard cock. “But your disobedience requires a response. Here it is.”
I drove 7 inches of fat cock deep into her gaping ass. Cara cried out, or tried to, around John’s cock as I filled her bowels with cock meat, my thighs slapping against her upturned ass. I held in place and reached around to her chest, grasped her tiny, hard nipples between thumb and forefinger of each hand and gave them a squeeze.
“Now, you have to learn who’s in charge,” I said. “I gave you a chance, a last chance, to back out only half an hour ago and you put yourself completely in my hands. Do you remember that?”
I think she tried to answer in the affirmative. But it was a little difficult for her with John’s cock buried in her gullet. I pulled back until just the head of my cock remained in her ass and drove forward, hard. She grunted deep in her throat as I started fucking her with all my might.
“So,” I continued. “Instead of giving a discrete blow job, you are now being fucked in the ass and the face simultaneously, being spit-roasted in a public parking lot. Do you understand the consequences of disobeying me?”
I smacked her again on the ass. She squealed again and John moaned.
“Shit,” he groaned. “Every time you hurt her, her throat clenches on my cock like a fist. Keep smackin’ her ass, man! I love it!”
“Just fuck her throat,” I said. “Let me worry about the rest of her.”
I reached down and got my hand on the end of the plug which now filled her pussy. I started manipulating it, turning it back and forth as much as I could, and working it in and out of her pussy.
Cara started moaning in time with our thrusts into her mouth and ass and the plug in her pussy. Her juice was flowing in rivers from her snatch, forced out by the thick plug filling her vagina. She was clearly getting in to being used in public.
I moved my middle finger to the top of her pussy. I felt for, and found, her clitoris. I manipulated the distended, nerve-filled bundle, clearly sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
“Ugh eee,” she groaned around John’s cock. “Oooh oog, ugh eee.”
Cara was begging us to fuck her. I grinned at John. Her descent into depravity and slavery was almost complete.
“Oh, shit!” John moaned. “Gonna cum!”
“Fill her up,” I said. “But pull back so she tastes it. Cum in her mouth and shoot on her face.”
He did as I instructed. Holding her mouth open by the chin, he freed his cock from her mouth just as the first, massive shot of cum flew from the tip. More than half of it hit her square in the mouth, filling it almost to overflowing, with the rest shooting up and across her eyes.
“Don’t you spill a drop,” I warned her. “You’ll lick up any you lose from the ground.”
John kept shooting, holding her head as far back as he could, filling her gullet then forcing her mouth closed and making her swallow. Cara took his load, then gasped for air once her throat was clear.
That did it for me. With a roar, I ripped my cock from her clenching ass, spun her around and forced her to her knees. I fed my cock into her mouth and as far down her throat as I could as the cum rocketed up my shaft.
She gagged as I filled her up with her second load of the day. I held my place until I started to soften and slipped naturally from between her lips.
“Fuck,” Cara gasped. “God, please, make me cum, master! My pussy is soooo hot. Please, let me cum!”
“No,” I said, simply. I reached down, ripped the plug from her cunt and replaced it in her ass.
“Get up,” I said. “Thank John for feeding you his seed.”
“Thank you, sir,” Cara said as she struggled to her feet, once again forced to adjust to the plug filling her bowels. “Thank you for feeding me your seed.”
“You’re welcome, slut,” John said as he pulled his shorts up and headed toward his car.
“Aren’t you coming inside?” I asked as I locked the car and led Cara, shirt hooked around the back of her neck and skirt rucked up around her waist.
“Can’t,” he said, still slightly out of breath. “I don’t have anything left. I’m all fucked out.”
“You’re going to miss the show,” I said as I opened the door for Cara.

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WHORE WIFE 2

New wife puts her husbaand through medical school b generating revenues on her knees and back to pay the bills

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This Story Is About Cindy 1:4

Read the first chapters if you haven’t already. For those of you reading along, I’m happy to inform you that there is some nice sex in this chapter. Enjoy!

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The Prophecy Ch. 3

When a young man, Luke, finds out he is a sorcerer his world is turned upside down with magic, violence, and sex.

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Demonology 4

Amanda woke up and was aware that she was naked. A cold breeze brushed across her skin, making her nipples stand erect.
Her eyes fluttering open, she looked around. Lying in bed she realized that she was not alone. Looking up slowly she saw Mikel sitting in a chair casually. Amanda started, throwing covers over her naked form.
“Mikel!”
“You are awake, good. We need to go Princess.” Mikel stood, closing a book he had been reading.
Amanda looked around and realized what was wrong.
“My stomach…”
“No time to discuss it, up.” Mikel wrenched her out of bed by her arm.
“Oww, damnit, that hurts.” Amanda fought getting to her feet, trying to figure out what had happened. “Where is Balthazar? Where is my child?” She demanded.
Mikel did not answer, instead he threw at her a gossamer dress. Pulling it on, she looked around, there was a sense of urgency that could only mean danger. Amanda worried some evil had befallen her husband and child. Roughly taking her by the arm Mikel began dragging her out of the room and down the hallway. Immediately Amanda heard the wailing, moaning and screaming coming from the great hall. Her heart began to race as they grew closer to the room despite the fact that there was a twinge building between her legs.
Stepping into the room Amanda witnessed chaos. There were tons of human women all over the room being ravished by just as many demons. Some women were enjoying the act but most were not. Screaming for help, looking around in shock, a few of the women implored her with their eyes. Other thought her another victim being dragged in for the orgy.
“My God.” Amanda whispered.
“She has nothing to do with this. This, my lady is survival of our species.” Mikel lowered his voice, “And it is wrong.”
Amanda looked up at Mikel, unsure that she heard what he had said. Looking around she watched the orgy before her. She was shamed that she was becoming turned on watching and listening. The twinge between her legs began to grow and throb making her wet. Her breathing became ragged and her skin began to flush. The horrid decadence of the tableau before her was too much to bear but she could not drag her eyes away. Caught like a deer in headlights, she knew she was responsible for this.
“Balthazar was right.” Mikel said to himself, turning around he looked at Amanda. “You bore a son, father was so angry he was going to sacrifice the boy. Balthazar questioned father’s rule. They fought and Balthazar was forced to flee with your son. The only reason why you are here is because you’re a fertile female. Father gave you to me.”
Amanda breathed heavily, in shock. She felt Mikel walk away for a moment as she looked around. Horns trumpeted suddenly, catching her off guard and frightening her. Turning around she shivered as she heard the king being announced into the hall. Amanda watched as he strode in with all pomp and circumstance that he could muster, three women in tow in chains behind him. Sitting on the throne, he handed the chains over to one of the reptile people, who attached them to the throne. His cold eyes washed over the throne room until they landed on her. Smiling at her, he nodded his head at her and waited.
Looking over at Mikel, she watched him approach her with a large black collar. Amanda recognized it as a position collar, a thing used in bondage that was a wide stiff leather collar that would impede moving her head. He placed it around her throat and attached a chain to the back of her collar, Amanda looked over at Mikel, her eyes wide. Pulling back hard on her hair, he forced her head back so that he could whisper in her ear.
“There are things in motion, Princess that you are not yet aware of. Your husband lives, as does your son. They are in the mountains above Dhaul Marun,” Amanda was terrified as she was forced to stare at the king who smiled at her in return.
“Father says if you refuse me, he will take you for himself, willingly or not.” Mikel continued to whisper in her ear as he stroked her hair. Amanda’s body flushed as she stood in a gown that was quite see-through before her father in law, who waited anxiously for his second oldest son to take his first son’s wife in front of him.
“What is your decision?” Mikel whispered.
Amanda turned and looked at Mikel. Her brother in law was in a position just as distasteful as she was. He was risking his life telling her this information, risking his life by playing along and taking her as his wife, protecting her. It was not the most of ideal of situations but there seemed to be little alternative. Looking up at him, as best as she could, she nodded yes and tentatively she began to kiss Mikel’s lips, her eyes wide and scared.
“Try to relax.” He whispered as he kissed her shoulder.
Amanda’s mind reeled as she replayed the decision, as if there was one to be made. The king wanted her for himself but gave Amanda to Mikel, so long as he took her upon her awakening. She didn’t want to be with the king but she didn’t want to be with Mikel either. She felt her odds of finding and saving Balthazar were better with Mikel. Pulling away she looked at him, then at the king. Mikel had given her the choice between he and the king, a choice whether to fight back or to accept fate and die. Taking a breath she took a chance and began kissing him back. Feeling his tongue probe her mouth slowly, cautiously. She could tell he was not used to these things and worried he may be too inexperienced to make their subterfuge work.
“We will have to do this here, now, in front of him.” He whispered, kissing her down to her collar bone, below her positioning collar.
Amanda nodded slowly, as best as she could. Standing slowly, he stared into her eyes for a moment; sorrow, anger, same and desires swam in his eyes. Leading her by her chain, Mikel guided her to one of the many beds before the throne. Nodding to his father, he pulled Amanda forward and stood her before the king. Unable to look away due to the collar, Amanda was force to look up at him. To appease his ego and to show deference, for now, she knelt, lowering her eyes. The king chuckled.
“Proceed.” The king announced.
Mikel gently tugged on her chain towards him. Turning around, Amanda faced him.
“I am so sorry for this.” He whispered.
Suddenly Mikel lifted her up in the air and threw her on the bed. Climbing on top of her, he began ripping and tearing at her clothing, shredding it with his talons. Several times, his eagerness overcame him and he accidentally would scratch a red ribbon open across her flesh. Amanda cried out. Mikel was forceful and powerful and at this point, if she wanted him to stop, she could not overpower him. He was full in the lust haze, his eyes glazed over. Instead she allowed herself to be taken by her brother in law.
Staring over her form, Mikel was in awe of her and her body. Being mostly of a scientific mind, he had very little thought for the pleasures of the flesh. Not that he didn’t enjoy a good wank now and again. When he first met Amanda, already married to his brother, he found her quite alluring and found many reasons to be within her presence. Late a night he would lay on his bed and think of her as he pleasured himself, stroking his thick red cock till he would come so hard it would leave him shaking. Shame had colored his mind then, but he saw this as an opportunity to fulfill that fantasy, help his brother and protect Amanda. For him, it was really a win win situation. His throbbing member wept eagerly as he thought of all the ways he planned to take his brother’s wife, soon to be his wife. How would she feel? How would she taste? All of these thoughts were making him hesitate, he did not know where to start.
Sensing his hesitation, Amanda offered to help get things started. If she were to be with Mikel to help save Balthazar and to protect herself until it was time to make their move, then so be it. Balthazar would understand, she hoped. Sitting up slightly, she palmed his rock hard cock and began stroking is softly as she kissed up and down his chest. While she was not wanting anyone but Balthazar, a part of her looked forward to this. She wondered idly if he was anything like his brother… remembering the hours upon hours they had had sex until she finally conceived. Her pussy twitched in anticipation. Dripping wet and so very hot she wanted to be filled. She needed to be filled. Her hand pumped him faster, her eagerness to be fucked growing, despite the fact she did not want it to be Mikel fucking her.
Twitching, Milkel took a deep breath, steadying himself. He had not anticipated that she would touch him like this and it caught him off guard and unprepared. He knew he could not lose it in front of his father and so, he removed her hand and pined it to the bed with his own. Rotating his hips, he brushed the head of his red cock against her opening, teasing the both of them. Slowly he inched forward, marveling as it disappeared between her folds. The initial feeling of being inside her was overwhelming. Hot, moist and so amazing, he looked up, eyes closed, savoring the feeling. Then she clenched her muscles around his dick and squeezed. The action took his breath away and he instinctively slammed into her roughly, not taking into account the size difference.
Amada bit her lip, tears squeezing past her closed lids. Pounding away at her sex, Mikel was more rough and untrained, but held her head gently as he continued with their bonding. Amanda bit her lip enough to taste blood in her mouth but it kept her from crying out. Wiggling her hips she repositioned herself below Mikel to try to make the experience less painful. Scooting her butt around, she found a spot that hurt less and was far more pleasurable for her.
She glanced back and noticed the king scowling at her. She had to try to sell this experience as something she wanted. Closing her eyes and attempting to relax and at least pretend that it was Balthazar, she started working up a rhythm with Mikel. Her heart began racing, her breathing turned to panting and she began getting wet again. Reaching up she ran a hand up Mikel’s bare red chest. Soon, she began to feel his knot beginning to swell, she loved this part the most with Balthazar. It rubbed against her clit, making it easy to get lost in the effort. She braced herself and remembered that they were bound to do this until she carried his child. Amanda’s momentum faltered and she for but a moment panicked.
“Stop!” The king bellowed.
Mikel froze as did Amanda, looking at each other and breathing hard. Inside she could feel him twitching, felt his pulse through his cock. Amanda tried to look up to see what was happening, Mikel attempted to keep very still, his body trying to continue with their bounding. Looking over his shoulder at his father, Mikel’s chest heaved with want and need.
“Can you remove yourself from her?” The king asked casually.
Mikel withdrew himself slowly and found that he had not swollen as to fill her yet. Standing to his feet, Mikel turned and faced his father.
“Bring her to me.”
Trying to catch his breath, Mikel turned and grabbed Amanda and pulled her to her feet. Her knees still week from the effort of their bonding, she walked up the steps to the throne, the tatters of her dress trailing behind her. The only thing that she had going for her was that her collar kept her head held high.
The king motioned for her to sit on his lap. Amanda hesitated for a moment before turning and sitting on his knees. She felt his hands wrap around her waist and pull her back fully before turning her around. Amanda tried to restrain the repulsion that built up in her, as she was spun around to face him. Her knees spread apart and her sex was fragrant. The king smiled.
“I thought to take you as my queen but I took pity on my second son.” The king smiled at her.
Amanda stared up at the demon, impassively.
“Mikel will tell you all that transpired after you fell asleep. You will find out, if you hadn’t already, that your first husband was a traitor. You’ll do well to remember where your loyalties lay.”
Amanda looked down for a moment. Thoughts of throttling the king raced through her head, at least maim his sex since he was so keen on fucking as many of these women as possible.
“Bare him a child m’lady, then you can be mine and bare me many daughters.”
He ran the back of a talon down her cheek, in an effort to be compassionate, or dominating, she wasn’t sure. Amanda stifled a shiver.
“Your lord and master loves you child.” He said softly, leaning forward and nuzzling her cheek, his tongue licking up from her chin. Amanda had to fight the urge to be sick but sighed as he pulled back, her body relaxing slightly. Looking up in his eyes, Amanda’s heart raced as the king smiled at her. Moving back the folds of his robe, he took hold of his cock and began to stroke it thoughtfully.
“I know he does, wherever he is.” Amanda choked out her reply.
“No, not the nameless traitor.” He corrected, speaking to her as if she were a naughty child.
“Mikel I suppose cares for me.” She answered, scared, knowing full well who he was referring to.
“You did not kneel before Mikel.” He reminded her.
Pausing for the most briefest of moments, the king looked at Amanda. The king moved her back and forth on his lap, tweaking a nipple or her clit, causing uncomfortable spasms of pleasure in her. Closing her eyes, she prayed silently that it would be over soon. Lights of pain flashed behind her closed eyes and she heard her breath catch in her throat as he stabbed upwards and impaled Amanda on his huge cock. Eyes went wide, her mouth in a silent ‘O’ of pain. Easily twice the size of Balthazar, she could feel herself tear as her body tried to accommodate his size quickly. Catching her breath, Amanda screamed and slammed her eyes shut, the pain blinding her mind. Clinching the arms of the throne, she braced herself against the torrential pounding the king was giving her. Her screams and cries of pleasures began to comingle. Feeling dirty and disgusted with herself that she was actually enjoying this on a base level.
“I can see….why….Balthazar was taken….by you…ugh, you are so tight, so wet. It’s….so fucking…hard for me…. To not… fill you up… make you my breeding…..whore, oh Gods…..” He moaned.
Feeling his hands on her shoulders, he attempted to press her down lower on his shaft, forcing her to take more of his size. She guessed she was maybe a third of the way down, halfway at most. It wasn’t bad enough that he was raping her but that he would damage her as well. The pain was too great for her to fight and the shame of the pleasure was sickeningly overwhelming, tears flooded down her face. All at once, the incessant pounding stopped. Panting, she opened her eyes and looked up.
“You look at me with fear and loathing in your eyes,” the king spoke as if he had done nothing at all, he was not winded nor did he break out into a sweat. He was utterly composed. “I expect that the next time you look up at me, this closely, you look up with adoration instead. It suits you better.”
The king removed himself from between her legs and roughly pushed her off his lap. Unable to stand fully, Amanda felt disgusted, used and broken and fell on all fours before the throne. Tears of pain, hatred and humiliation continued to fall down her face.
“Mikel, continue with the bonding. She is not ready for me yet.” The king ordered, sounding utterly bored.
Looking over at Mikel, Amanda gave the impression she was resigned however a quiet sense of purpose lit in her belly. It was small, barely an ember but it was there, stroked into being by the king himself. In order to survive this, Amanda knew she had to play along. She didn’t have many months before she would give birth and become his. In that time, she had to find Balthazar, had to find her son and somehow had to stop the king from what he was doing, not just to her, but to the female humans he had brought back from her world. She had no idea where to start but knew it involved Mikel and it started with this bonding ritual.
She limped down the steps to the waiting Mikel and in one fluid motion, fell into his arms as he pivoted, tossing her gently back onto the bed. Without a word, he climbed up and hovered over her body.
“We will find him.” He whispered, stroking her face softly.
Looking down, he sighed, closing his eyes and entered her slowly. He could tell she was more loose than when he had her originally and the sharp inhalation of breath made it plain she was in pain but that was a deliberate move on his father’s part. Being the Alpha male, he could make his cock accommodate any size opening and to do what he did to her was exerting his dominance over this woman. He started slowly, allowing her injured body to grow accustomed to the motions. Her wetness and his precum helped to keep the friction on the more sensitive injuries to a minimum though he could tell she was in considerable pain.
Changing tactics, he began to thrust harder and more deeply into her depths. Perhaps not giving her body the opportunity to react to the pain fully was the best policy, or blend the pain with the pleasure. Mikel wondered idly if he should smack her ass, or punch her face. He had no clue what he was doing. He was a scientist after all. This blending of the species was both distasteful in application but brilliant in design. He’d rather genetically bring his kind back from extinction rather than mate with a lower life form, but he could not argue with his father. Not after Balthazar…. And after all Amanda was something special, something different. Right now, she was his.
Mikel shook his head, took a breath and focused on his task at hand. Moving her legs up and towards her shoulders, Mikel was able to penetrate deeper than he had before. Immediately his knot began to swell. Amanda was even able to moan in pleasure. Mikel smiled to himself and continued to focus on going deeper, harder. It pleased him too and soon he began finding it difficult to concentrate on his surroundings, the sensation of her gripping him with her sex and milking him was beginning to drive him crazy. Leaning up slightly, he began to growl as he pumped harder and harder into her. Gripping her by her hair, he pulled back. The motions of their fucking rocking them both nearly off the bed. With every stroke, Mikel growled louder and more aggressively, pounding harder and harder into her smaller sized frame. Reaching down with his other hand, he balled up his talon in her hair and slammed home.
He suddenly froze in place as he experienced his orgasm, the crazy rush of pleasure that was too intense to be contained. Catching his breath, he could feel his heart race and her muscles around his cock twitch and massage him. A moment later, he flooded Amanda’s womb with his seed in spurt after spurt. Each time he came, his body twitched, sending further sensations throughout his whole being. Not technically a virgin, he had never experienced anything like this before. The power with which he suddenly desired his brother’s wife and the ferocity of his own orgasm was so intense, it frightened Mikel. Looking down at her, he wanted to possess her for himself. There would be no way that he could fight Balthazar in hand to hand combat. For now, their subterfuge would have to be enough or him.
Taking a breath, Mikel sat back a little, waiting for the knot to pop out of her and was slightly disappointed when it hadn’t. He figured an orgasm that powerful should result in life. It took only a moment before he stifled a smile. When he realized that meant he could have her again and again. Mikel wrapped his arms around Amanda and slowly began to make love to her. This time gently but with all of the depth of motion from before. Rotating his hips slowly, he began recording everything that elicited a moan, sigh or sharp inhalation of breath from Amanda. His scientific mind was being stroked as much as he pumped her. Finding that if he rotated his hips this way, would make her moan, rotating them this way would make her meow like a cat and if he sped up and lowered his hips he could make her make curious noises that resembled those of a dolphin. He wondered how long he could prolong his orgasm making the bonding ceremony last as long as possible. He knew he had to find his brother, he knew he had to defend his people but all rational thought was lost between Amanda’s thighs and in her cries of delight.
The king sat back and watched his second son and Amanda couple. She had been so tight, delightfully tight. Not like the whores he had with him, all three carrying his children. He wanted her so bad… there was something so sweet about Amanda that he wanted to break and keep for himself. The thought of pumping into her tight little cunt made the king hard. The image of flooding her body with his seed, implanting, impregnating her made him dizzy. He began to idly stroke himself watching her face. She actually looked like she was enjoying herself.
Frustrated, he yanked on one of the chains and pulled the whore to her feet, dropping her on his cock, which he had resized. She cried out but the king slapped her into silence.
“You speak when spoken to.” He whispered menacingly as he sat back and bounced her on his lap. The woman whimpered and whined while he fucked her lazily, watching Amanda’s face. This whore wasn’t like Amanda and it made the king grow angry. He wanted her again but it was too late. Mikel had already bonded with her. He sighed. Just a few months and she would be his.
***
Amanda laid on her side, eyes red from crying and sore from the fuckfest she endure with her brother-in-law. She tried not to think on it otherwise she’d start to feel sick. Mikel had removed her collar once they returned to her room. Looking towards the door, she thought about running, for the twelfth time that evening. Mikel snored away in bed next to her. Rolling over, she watched his sleeping form. He was not bad looking, he was similar to Balthazar but Mikel’s features were somehow diminished. Looking up at the ceiling, she fought back tears, knowing that she was now carrying his child, not Balthazar’s. The more she lay there thinking that their father set this up, the angrier she got. The only thing that made her pause was the idea that if she left then she faced giving birth without the aid of Mikel’s drugs and the conversations between he and Balthazar, while she didn’t hear them, the looks of concern on their faces told her what she needed to know.
“To hell with this.” Amanda jumped up and threw on a pair leggings and tank top with a dress over them. Packing a ruck sack, she looked over at Mikel’s sleeping form. “It’s nothing personal but you’re not him.”
And she left.
Sneaking out of the room, she made her way down the hallway towards the great hall. It was the last place that she wanted to be but it was the only way to get to the doors to get out of the palace. Peeking her head into the hall, she saw that there were bodies everywhere. Most were asleep while a handful lazily moved, writing together as they fucked towards the bound being broken. Creeping quietly, she attempted to navigate the jungle of limbs, trying hard from stepping on or falling on anyone. A quick glance to her right and she breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the thrones were all empty. The king was elsewhere.
Relaxing for a moment, Amanda took a breath but nearly screamed when hands went around her body.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the voice whispered, threatening.
Amanda struggled as she was being dragged away to an alcove where a bed was sitting. Used several times over it clearly had seen better days. Her assailiant tossed her onto the bed roughly. Looking back she looked over at a guard standing before her. How had she missed him? Her heart raced, was he going to kill her or worse tell the king?
“Answer me.” The guard threatened standing before her.
“I… I … I was just… I, um…” Amanda couldn’t think of what to say or do.
“Tell you what.. I want to know what is so, intoxicating between your legs that two princes and the king want a piece of you. You’ve already bonded with Prince Mikel so this would be a sport fuck, then I’ll let you go and pretend I never saw you.”
“And if I say no?” Amanda asked horrified.
“I’ll still fuck you but then take you to the King.” The guard was already removing his loin cloth.
“Hard to argue with that logic.” Amanda muttered shaking her head. How did it come to this? Slowly she removed the pants she was wearing below her skirt and laid back. The guard pulled her by the feet and got her standing again, bending her roughly over the bed, entered her smoothly. He was not as large as the royal family but he was adept at love making. There was an eagerness in his pumping but he was not overly rough. Surprisingly, he reached around and rubbed the nub of her clit, making her start to moan.
“Shhh. Keep quiet, less we be discovered.” The guard hissed.
Amanda bit her lip to keep silent. Rolling her head back, she met his strokes and actually found herself enjoying the feeling. She felt the talon of the guard at her lip and she bit down on it. It had been quite some time since she had sex for pleasures sake. Not having to bond, just base desire and lust. Feeling the illustrious pleasure of being filled that ecstasy of being complete. Reaching between her legs, she bats away the guards hand, instead pleasureing herself further with her hand, rubbing her clit as he sped up his rhythm. The west slap of his loins making contact asgainst her ass, his body beginning to glisten with sweat, her body likewise was hot beneath her clothing. The guard pushed her further down on her back, her face lay against the bed she was bent over. As he did it raised her as in such a way that caused the guard to hit her G spot. Stuffing a portion of the sheet before her into her mouth to keep from screaming. She could feel her wetness increase a pressure began to build within her. The low grunts from behind her indicated that he was close to his own sticky end.
Without warning, her body convulsed and began to come, hard. Covering the guard with her juices, feeling the wetness drip down her body. Grunting he bent forward, putting his weight into her, her wetness lubricating his strokes. One rough push forward he grunted , grabbing her by the waist, his talons digging into her hips. Coming inside her, his seed mixing with her own juices, it ran like rivers down her legs, still he came.
As the onslaught of his love making slackened, Amanda’s legs begn to tremble. Withdrawing himself he swayed on his feet.
“I see…” He dressed in his loin cloth, “what the fuss is about. You’ve got ten minutes to get to the door before I have to call the alarm.”
Standing on uneasy legs she pulled on the leggings once more. Retrieving her bundle she looked over at the guard a moment before turning to walk towards the door.
“Know that if you come back, the king will have his way with you. So you better be sure if you leave.” The guard tipped his head. “Princess.” Turning he began walking back towards the sleeping bodies to watch over them for a few moments more. Shamed by her lascivious behavior Amanda slung the bag onto her back as she ran for the doors. She needed to find Balthazar and find some peace.

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This Story Is About Cindy 1:3

So this is chapter 3 of the first part. Go read part one and two if you haven’t yet. Again, this is not a quick-fap story. Not going to re-explain myself every chapter, so go read the intro to 1:1 and 1:2. Anyways, ENJOY! 😀

Fantasm

The Prophecy Ch. 4

When a young man, Luke, finds out he is a sorcerer his world is turned upside down with magic, violence, and sex.

Fantasm

Diary of a Slave Merchant – 2008 (part 3)

January 10th, 2008
11:18pm
Baby went to the womens shelter tonight. She has an Hispanic girl that wanted to come home with her tonight. Baby has been talking to her for a week or so now. Baby told her she’d have to check with me first.
Most of the girls immediate family was deported about two weeks ago. She escaped deportation because she wasn’t home at the time. She has no other family here besides a few cousins, none of which she can stay with, and an older brother that lives in his car. This would be an easy and safe acquisition, but Baby said she is just “OK” looking, 22 years old and “slightly overweight” so she wanted to make sure we even wanted her first.
I figured she might not sell for much, but anything we could get for her would be better than nothing, and she is extremely low-risk. I told her to bring the girl home tomorrow night.
Flower is coming along fine, or so Baby tells me. I’ve been too busy to properly test her talents. And as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve not been very motivated to work with her now that she is broken and so compliant. The thrill is gone and she feels like just a piece of property to me. I also desperately need to sell her and don’t want to get attached to her like I did Star. It was very difficult to sell her.
January 11th, 2008
2:33pm
Baby is bugging me about working with Flower. ” She needs a real cock to practice with.” she says. I agreed, but told her it would have to wait a day or two if the new girl is coming home with her tonight. She agreed and said she would remind me in a couple of days.
January 12th, 2008
3:15am
Baby brought the Hispanic girl home, telling her she could stay here as a live-in house keeper. She is fairly short, maybe 5′ 3” her skin is medium tone, and she definitely could lose 15-20 pounds, but is nicely curved. Her tits are nice, but a bit smaller than what I would call proportional. Overall, she is “cute”, but nowhere near as pretty as Baby, Star or even Flower.
The girl speaks little English, but some. Baby has a high school level knowledge of Spanish. I only know about four words of Spanish, but between the two of them we are able to communicate somewhat efficiently.
We talked to her for a several minutes. She asked what her duties would be and how much we would pay her. I played along, listing her duties and promising her $10 an hour. She seemed thrilled to be getting paid so much. When she asked where her room would be, it was time to drop the charade, since I don’t actually have an empty spare room for her.
I decided I was bored with the tie-them-up-and-beat-them routine and wanted to try something different: pure intimidation.
I told her to wait there for a moment and went in to the kitchen. Hiding a long knife down the back of my pants, I walked back to the couch where she was sitting, stood closer to her than she was comfortable with and looked down at her.
“Mister Edward…” she said.
“Take your clothes off!” I demanded.
She looked at me, confused, then looked at Baby waiting for a translation. I think she understood what I said, but couldn’t believe it and was hoping she was wrong, or that I was joking.
Baby translated the best she could, acting out removing her clothes with her hands.
“No, Mister Edward… I clean house.” she replied.
“No clean house.” I said calmly, shaking my head. “Take your clothes off.”
“NO! I clean house only!” she insisted.
I slowly pulled the knife out with my right hand, running my left index finger down the blade for dramatic effect.
“Take your clothes off… NOW!” I ordered. Her eyes lighting up with fear and her body jumping slightly in her seat when I emphasized the word “NOW”.
“Mister Edward!” she cried, tears welling in her eyes.
“NOW!” I yelled.
Terrified at my yell, her head slammed against the back of the couch and her feet jumped off the floor. She pulled her knees up towards her chest, but she did not try to fight or run.
She stared at me in horror for a few, long seconds, then made a cross on her chest with her hand and cried, repeating something several times in Spanish.
I raised the knife to my shoulder and pointed the blade towards her.
“Do it!” I barked.
She slowly started unbuttoning her blouse.
“Stand up!” I demanded, positioning myself between her and the front door. She did as she was told.
“Clothes off!” I snapped.
She continued to unbutton her blouse and cry. Saying things in Spanish with a few English words here and there.
“Shut up!” I demanded. She looked at Baby who said something to her in Spanish. She looked back at me and fell silent, slipping her blouse off and dropping it on the floor.
She just stood there, looking at me as if she were done.
“All of it!” I ordered, pointing to her chest.
She let out a quiet sob, reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the ground, and covering her chest with her arms.
I was getting tired of trying to make her understand English. I told Baby to help her carry out my orders.
“Arms at you side!” I demanded. Baby said something to her and then grabbed her arms, positioning them at her side.
I roughly grabbed her right tit and squeezed it. She winced in pain a bit and shrunk back away from my touch.
“Stand up straight!” I yelled. Baby guided her back in position. Baby seemed to be reassuring her in Spanish that she would not be hurt.
I put the knife back down the back of my pants and grabbed both of her tits, kneading and massaging them. They were not the best tits I had ever seen but there were nice and firm. Her dark nipples became involuntarily erect as I rubbed them between my fingers and thumbs. She started sobbing and saying something to Baby with urgency in her voice.
“She says this is a sin.” Baby said, trying to suppress a smile.
I stepped back and pulled the knife back out.
“Pants off!” I commanded.
She started crying again and repeated the part about this being a sin. Baby knew my patience was running out so she took the girls hands and moved them to the button on her pants, prompting her in Spanish.
The girl continued to cry as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, pushing them down to her feet, sliding her flip-flops off and stepping out of the pants. She put her hands in front of her crotch, which Baby promptly moved back to her sides.
“Mister Edward… I clean house only!” she repeated, sobbing.
I ignored her and moved the knife towards her, slowly so she wouldn’t be startled. I slid it under the right strap of her white and blue striped panties, cutting it with a quick snap of the blade. She let out a quick, high-pitched screech as she pulled back from the knife, grabbing the strap of her panties, trying to hold them up.
“Off!” I demanded. Baby motioned to her and said a Spanish word.
“Please, Mister Edward!” she begged.
Baby took her hand and helped the girl start to drop her panties, letting go and allowing the girl to finish removing them once she realized she had no choice.
She was now standing in just her white socks, her dark black cunt hair a tangled mess. She has a small belly pooch and her hips are a little flabby, but overall she’s definitely fucakble.
“On your knees!” I ordered, pointing toward the ground.
She complied without complaint. I’m not sure she understood where this was going.
“Suck my cock!” I commanded, taking a step closer to her. She looked very confused and turned to Baby for a translation.
Baby tried to translate, but was having trouble finding the right words. She motioned toward my crotch and made a bobbing head motion with her fist up to her mouth.
The girl looked back at me in horror and started crying again.
“Mister Edward! No!” she pleaded. I nodded my head and pointed the knife at my crotch.
She looked back at Baby, frantically sobbing and talking very fast. Baby couldn’t follow everything she said, but caught the gist of it and said something in a reassuring tone.
“She thinks this is a sin and is afraid.” Baby said. “I told her it wasn’t a sin if she was forced to do it. I think she believes me and said she would try if we promise not to ‘murder’ her.”
The girl unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper down slowly. Pulling my pants down to my knees, she reached in to my boxers and tentatively grabbed my semi-erect cock. She pulled my dick out the front of my boxers and put her nose up to it. I think she was smelling it. She then licked it once as if to taste it.
“Put it in your mouth!” I ordered, thrusting my hips toward her, my cock throbbing as it became fully erect with anticipation.
She looked at Baby, who stuck her thumb in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down on it.
She sobbed a Spanish phrase a few times while making a cross on her chest again with her hand, and then put her mouth on my cock.
She didn’t even take the whole head of my cock in her mouth and started to bob her head up and down about an inch. Baby quickly put her hand on the back of the girls head and guided her farther down on my cock. The girl braced herself against my thighs with her hands, trying to push away from taking too much.
“More, Baby.” I said. Baby pushed the girls head down another inch or so, causing her to gag.
“No Mas!” the girl cried, pulling her mouth off. That was one of the few Spanish words I knew.
“Fucking MAS!” I yelled, grabbing her head and jamming it back on my cock, until the head hit resistance in her throat. I held her head in place for several seconds as she struggled and pushed against my thighs.
I pulled my cock back a bit, allowing her to breathe and then motioned to Baby to take over guiding her. Baby grabbed the sides of the girls head and with slow, steady motions, repeatedly slid the girls mouth over my stiff, saliva-covered cock.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as the young girls soft mouth worked its unwilling magic. I put my right hand on the top of the girls head, grabbing a handful of hair as I felt my balls tighten.
After several more strokes, I held the girls head in place with my right hand and shot my first load of come in to the back of her throat. She immediately twisted her head to the side, my cock falling out of her mouth.
She dropped to her hands and knees, gagging and choking, spitting come out of her mouth. Baby, always on the ball, grabbed my dick with her hand and jerked me off until I had finished coming.
I looked down, and the girl sat there on her knees, head on the floor and crying. On her back were several splashes of come, slowly sliding down her ribs.
I started to pull my pants back up when suddenly, there was a knock on the door! We live in the middle of nowhere. A knock on the door cannot possibly be good news.
I quickly pulled my pants up, grabbed my revolver from the cabinet and went to the door. I cocked the revolver and held it in my right hand, keeping it behind the door as I opened it with my left.
There stood a young Hispanic male, about 25 years old. He was roughly 5′ 8″, and slim, but not particularly muscular. I quickly decided I could take him if I had to, but kept the revolver ready.
“Can I help you?” I inquired.
“Sir,” he began, with a thick Spanish accent, “What are you doing to my sister?”
January 12th, 2008
11:10am
I was speechless, my mind working over-time trying to figure out what to do.
“Um… I… she came home with… uhh” I stammered.
“I followed her.” he said, “I got worried after so long and looked in the window. I saw you mistreating Rosalyn.” (Rosalyn is not her real name).
“Get the fuck in here!” I said, whipping the gun out from behind the door and pointing it straight in his face.
“Whoa!” he shouted, putting his hands up as if to show he was not armed, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What?” I asked, “You see me ‘mistreating’ her then you knock on my door. I’m supposed to think you stopped by for a beer? Why are you here?”
“My name is Tomas.” He said. “Rosalyn is my sister. We have no home since our family was deported. She was staying in the shelter and I sleep in the car. When she could get a house to clean, I would take her and wait. She would hide me some food out the back door.”
“*Sneak* you some food out the back door.” I said.
“Pardon?” he asked, confused.
“Never mind.” I said, annoyed. “So, what do you want?”
“We wanted nothing but to clean house and get some food and little money.” he replied. “But now you mistreat her. We would want some more money.”
“Oh? And how much would you like?” I asked sarcastically.
“Maybe… $100?” he suggested, with a tone as if he were asking for some huge, insulting amount of money he knew he wouldn’t get.
“And $30 to clean house, if you want.” he added.
I just sexually molested his sister, and he wants $100, and still wants to clean the house. At this point I was relieved. He probably has prostituted her out before. I can just give him a couple hundred dollars and they’ll both go away. I’d like to keep her, but I’m not going to murder this guy, and I don’t see another option. The last thing I want or need is a male slave and it’s too risky. He’s much more likely to be able to overpower me than the girls.
“OK,” I agreed, “I’ll give you the money. Follow me and get your sister.”
We walked in to the living room. Baby was sitting on the floor, trying to console Rosalyn, who was still naked and lying on the floor.
Rosalyn looked up, saw Tomas, jumped to her feet and ran to him. She started crying hysterically, hugging him and talking very fast in Spanish.
She was frantically pointing at me and waving her arms around as Tomas tried to calm her down. I’m certain I heard the word “Policia” more than once. I asked Baby and she confirmed it. She is ranting that I raped her and they need to call the police.
FUCK! I guess this isn’t a scam, and she’s not a prostitute. I can’t let them leave now.
“Over to the couch!” I ordered, pointing the gun at them again. “Both of you!”
“Roslyn, sit down.” I said, handing Baby the knife I still had tucked in the back of my pants.
“Watch her, Baby.” I ordered. “Tomas, come in the kitchen with me.”
I followed Tomas in to the kitchen, gun held high. I did not want to kill Tomas, but I will if that is my only choice. I had one last desperate plan to try. If this didn’t work I’d have to kill him, so I saw no reason to hide anything.
“Tomas,” I began, “We deal in slaves here. We kidnap, train and sell slaves to rich people.”
“What do these people do with the slaves?” Tomas asked.
“They are sex slaves, Tomas” I answered.
“And you want to make Rosalyn a sex slave?” he asked.
“That was the plan until you showed up, yes.” I replied.
“And what do you do now?” he countered.
“Well, that’s up to you.” I said, “The way I see it, you have three choices. I heard Roslyn talking about calling the police. I cannot allow that.”
“You pay us, we won’t call police.” he assured.
“I cannot take that chance. She is very upset.” I reminded him.
“Yes, she is.” he agreed, “But she will do as I say.”
“I still can’t take the chance.” I repeated. “So, your first option is… I kill you, and keep her as a slave.”
“I do not like that option.” Tomas said, with no hint of trying to be humorous.
“Your second option is, I take you both as slaves and you would probably be sold to a gay man.”
“I do like that option either.” he said, equally seriously, “What is third option?”
“The third option” I began, ” is I keep Rosalyn, you live here and work for me. When she is fully trained, she will be sold to a rich person and be taken care of very well for the rest of her life. And you can continue to work for me for as long as you like.”
“I… might like this option.” he said thoughtfully.
“I’m not going to deceive you, Tomas” I said, “the training is hard. She will be chained up and ‘mistreated’ until she learns to please a man… and a woman, in every way possible. She will be harshly punished if needed, but when it’s all over, she will have a good life and never want for anything again.”
“And as for you,” I continued, “You help me with anything I need around here, yard work, fixing the house or anything else I need. I will pay you $200 a week in cash and get you a small trailer to live in behind the house.”
“I am liking this option.” he interjects.
“And, once you have a clean bill of health from the doctor, I can occasionally use you to help train slaves.” I said, with a sly grin.
“What does that mean?” he inquired.
“It means sex.” I answered. “I can use another cock around here for the girls to train with.”
“You mean, I have free sex with slave girls?” he asked, incredulously.
I didn’t like the way he looked over at Baby when he asked that. I took the gun, jammed it under his chin, pushing his head up a few inches.
“Rule #1: You never, EVER, touch Baby.” I growled. “She is mine. If you touch her, I will feed you your own balls, shoot you through the head and bury you in the back yard. Are we clear?”
“Yes…” he squeaked, looking down at the gun.
I pulled the gun away, but left it pointed at him.
“Rule #2:” I continued, “You never touch any of my girls without permission from me or Baby, for any reason. And Rule #3: You do not leave this property without permission.”
“Also, if you help me find and secure a new girl, you will get $1,000 when they are sold, starting with Rosalyn.” I added.
“Yes!” he said, “I like this option!”
“But,” he said, suddenly sounding sad, “poor Rosalyn. She will not understand why I let you mistreat her and still work for you. She will hate me, but she will have good life. She will forgive me some day.”
“Tomas…” I trailed off, pausing for several seconds, trying to decide if I was truly this evil.
“Tomas…first you must prove to me that you can be trusted and if you really have what it takes to help train slaves.”
“What? How do I do that?” he asked.
“You must let me video tape you doing something very illegal.” I replied, “So I know if you run off or try to go to the police, I can show them the video and you would go to prison also.”
“What would you want me to do?” he said “Rob somebody, maybe?”
“No, Tomas. Something worse than that…” I answered, “You also need to show that you have the balls to mistreat a girl as she screams and cries.”
“You want me to rape someone?” he asked in disbelief.
“Yes, Tomas.” I replied.
“Who? Who do I rape?” he said, looking around for emphasis.
“One of my slave girls.” I responded. “She is just one of my slave girls, and you have to be able to think of all my girls as just slaves, no matter who they are. You can not play favorites with any of them.”
“What…? I don’t under…” he said, trailing off and deeply confused.
Suddenly, he jerked up straight in his chair, his face contorted with horror and shame.
“Not Rosalyn!” he shouted.
Rosalyn called to Tomas from the living room. He said a few words in Spanish, with a tone of “Never mind, I wasn’t talking to you.”
“You cannot ask me…” he started to say.
“She is just one of my slave girls.” I repeated. “I need you to help me train her. If you are not willing, there are still the other two options. Either way, she will be trained, starting tonight, and sold. And I could sell her in to prostitution…”
“She would never forgive me…” he said, starting to tear up. “But, I can’t have her go back to the shelter or be deported, she deserves a better life than that.”
“She will have a good life, Tomas” I assured.
“Yes… yes, I will do it.” he said “God forgive me!”
“OK, put this on.” I said, handing him a condom from the drawer. “We will get you tested this week, but for now, we don’t need you getting her pregnant or giving her a disease.”
He just sat there, looking down at the condom, a few tears dripping on to the table. I handed him a towel to wipe his face.
“You need to be strong.” I encouraged. “You have to quit thinking of her as your sister and see her as just another slave.”
I grabbed the video camera as he put the condom on and zipped his pants back up. He has a fairly average penis, maybe 6 inches or so. He wasn’t hard so I couldn’t tell for sure.
“Tomas,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder, “You are going to have to be harsh. She will fight you because she doesn’t understand that it’s best for her.”
“Yes, Sir.” He replied, straightening his clothes, his face becoming visibly more cold and determined.
“And Tomas…” I continued, “Don’t stop until you come.”
“I won’t, Sir.” he assured me.
We walked back in to the living room and I motioned Baby over to me. “We will deal later with your inexcusable lack of caution.” I quietly hissed through clenched teeth, “This was totally unacceptable!”
“I know, Master.” she said, her voice quivering.
“For now, just tell me what they are saying.” I ordered, turning the video camera on.
Tomas walked over to Rosalyn and knelt down in front of her.
“This man… something… something… help us… something… rich people… something… he’s talking too fast!” Baby said, attempting to translate.
“obey…” Baby continued, “good life… something… forgive… something… Not your brother… what’s he talking about?
Tomas took the clothes from Rosalyn’s hands and threw them on the floor. Rosalyn covered her chest with her arms and yelled at Tomas.
“…something…” Baby said, unable to translate most of what Rosalyn was yelling. “my brother…something…insane? I’m not sure…”
Tomas unzipped his pants and pulled out his condom-covered cock. He started stroking it, trying to get it hard. Rosalyn screamed at him, put her hands up and edged back farther in the couch.
Tomas jerked his dick for a few more seconds until it was mostly erect, then grabbed Rosalyn’s hands with his hands, pulling them away from her face.
“Oh my God, Master!” Baby exclaimed, “What is going on?”
“Tomas works for me now.” I replied. Baby just looked at me, mouth wide open.
Tomas starting talking again, this time in a more harsh tone.
“Something… love you… something… forgive me sometime? someday? … ” Baby’s translation was interrupted by Tomas rearing back and smacking Rosalyn quite hard across the face.
Rosalyn screamed and clawed at Tomas. He responded by smacking her several more times, alternating between smacking and back-handing her.
After a dozen or so slaps, Rosalyn went limp, crying and sobbing. Tomas twisted and pushed her body, positioning her to lie on her back on the couch. He climbed on to the couch, at her feet.
“Open your… legs?” Baby translated. “He’s going to rape his own sister!?!”
“I’ll explain it later, Baby.” I replied.
Rosalyn was not complying so Tomas reached down and spread her legs apart. Jerking himself off again, he crawled on his knees towards her, getting between her legs.
Rosalyn stared off in to space, tears streaming sideways down her face.
Tomas spit in his hand several times and rubbed it on the head of his cock, then mounted his sister. After a few probing jabs, he reached down and grabbed his cock with his right hand, stiffened his left arm to put all his weight on it, and jammed his cock in to his crying sister’s pussy.
“AAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!” Rosalyn screamed in pain and horror. It should not have hurt that much.
Tomas started pumping his hips, plowing his cock in to her over and over as she screamed with each thrust.
After a few seconds, I noticed blood trailing down Rosalyn’s ass, soaking in to the couch cushion.
GOD DAMMIT! She was a fucking virgin! FUCK! She would have been worth twice as much if she were intact. Who the fuck is still a virgin at 22 years old? Fuck.
Tomas settled in to a smooth rhythm, closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Rosalyn started repeating something over and over in Spanish.
“What is she saying, Baby?” I asked.
“Something about… about… She is saying they are both going to hell.” Baby answered.
“Uh… uh… uh… uhhhnnnn” Tomas grunted, as he filled the condom with come. He rammed his cock in to her several more times, pausing between each thrust for a second. Then rolled off of her and on to the floor. He was sweating profusely. Rosalyn just lie there crying.
Tomas stood up, carefully pulled the condom off to avoid spillage, and walked over and put it in the trash.
“I’m done, Sir.” he said coldly. “Your slave is ready for you.”

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