The Master of the Business

Chapter II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tongue fuck my ass, slave.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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