This is my first short story. It is a work of fiction.
Chapter one:
Five out of six
Devil pulled the trigger despite the coach's pleas for his life. He had heard the same words probably a thousand times and probably in a thousand different languages. He didn't give a fuck, hadn't since he was a kid.
He had killed his first man when he was twelve years old. He was offered $200 to shoot a local gang leader by another gang. Devil did the job and never looked back. Forty now, over the years he had carefully created a world for himself in which he controlled all things. Having made millions as a professional killer since that first $200 and having learned through experience how to navigate in the world of that profession, he had ample resources in which to do so.
Devil had just killed the entire coaching staff of Dalton College football team the current state champs as a contract paid by a rival team. It was one of the most lucrative jobs he had ever taken, five million dollars cash, no questions asked. Just the way he liked it. Plus, as a bonus he was told to do whatever he wanted with whoever else was on the bus. He would keep them of course! He always did!
Devil: strip down to your panties all of you be demanded taking their sports bags and cell phones. He planned to dispose of their belongings along with the schools van they used to transport the team, he knew the key to pulling off this job was to make them disappear forever. Noticing how sexy each of his captives was and thinking these pussies belong to me now. Never intending to ever let them go, they were witnesses to murder after all, mass murder that he committed.
Now staring at six cheerleaders, his bonus as each removed their last articles of clothing It was then that he noticed the colorful Dragon tattoo his one of his prisoners back. He was instantly turned on by it.
Devil: you stand over there! He demanded (separating her from the rest of the girls) already planning to have his way with her. Looking closer he noticed her beautiful skin tone that perfectly matched her brown eyes, and the way she looked at him that said I'll do anything just don't kill me. Yes, he had seen it before. Had used it before (that fear) to make his Slave’s obey.
Devil:( yelling) the rest of you get in this room!
The room was a custom-made cell designed to securely hold five or more. He had purchased an abandoned prison from the state some years ago, customized and personalized it to suit him. And to support his business if need be. It also afforded him all the space he needed for his hobby. Keeping sex slaves. He had learned how to train them from the best, Dictators, War lord's, Russian Oligarchs and most importantly an Arab King he had met.
Now, sitting in his favorite room (he called it his throne room) amongst all his treasures he had collected over the years, gold bars, rare coins, guns and priceless artifacts sat what he knew was one of his best find yet.
Devil: you will do as your told he barked, or I'll make you wish you were never born! You belong to me now! What's your name he demanded? No response. (Slap)
Devil: next time I use a whip! Again, what's your name? Jeanie, she replied please don't hurt me.
Devil: stand and remove your panties Jeanie I want to see what you have to offer in exchange for your life. don't worry I always reward when my slaves are obedient. She obeyed, he was so pleased with what he saw he threw her down immediately to have his way.
Devil’s thrown room was filled with expensive furs of all kinds, having collected them while traveling on his murderous contracts, it was upon one of these a bear rug that he took what he wanted. Parting her legs, he began by kissing, then licking her pussy, part your pussy lips he told her, so I can suck on your pearl tongue. Jeanne, afraid did as she was told. She had never had someone do this to her, someone commanding her, forcing her body to please. Slowly she began to open her legs further, his tongue felt good inside her. For the moment she forgot she was his prisoner as her juices began to flow. Abruptly he stopped and raised up on his knees
Devil: (slap) bitch did I give you permission to cum. He yelled. You’re not allowed to cum till I say so slave! Jeanne was literally slapped back to reality, again gripped by fear she begged for her life. Just the way Devil liked them. Ok he said I'll let you live going back down on her to drink the juices that had escaped. After licking her pussy clean he put a chain around her neck and locked her to a nearby hook. Time to taste the next one.
Ronda sat in the corner of Devil’s custom cell wondering how she could have ended up in this situation. She never really wanted to be on the cheer team, she only joined for the social aspect involved. She knew an active social life combine with a strategic social media campaign could be a very powerful tool (one of many) that she could use, intended to use, in her climb to the top of the business world. Ronda was a business major. Silently the cell door slides open, obviously fitted with expensive electronic locks. She could spot money from a mile away, she had learned to.
Devil appeared in the doorway with two gold plated colt 45 pistols held by 10 gold ringed fingers.
Devil: You he pointed, come here bitch! Yes you (be barked) with the red hair and green eyes. Pointing both guns at her, this time in a slow steely tone said; I won't ask again! She knew he meant it, she had met men like this before, well not quite like THIS! He was a killer, had killed all those people right in front of her. Standing and wrapping her arms around her exposed breast she hurried to him afraid of what he would do if she disobeyed him.
Ronda knew want it was like to live under the thumb of a demanding and even abusive man. She had married one just week after her eighteenth birthday. It had started good, He was thoughtful and attentive, always putting her needs first especially in bed. Never raising his voice or a hand to her. He seemed no different from any other guy she had dated at the time he proposed. But over time his true self had been revealed he was an ass man. Giving and receiving. And he liked it rough, dishing and receiving. They got carried away sometimes, but it always made her smile inwardly when she thought about the huge black dildo they play with (strap-on) they call it Mandingo sex. She loved to hear HIS moans as SHE fucked him, her pussy would usually cream at the thought. Now she wondered if she was about to experience the real thing looking at Devil’s physical size. Devil lead her down the corridor and into his throne room. As her eyes adjusted to the light and her surroundings came into focus she thought he had taken her into his vault. She was astounded by the value of some of the item's she saw as he led her to a bear rug and forced her to kneel before him. Oh god, please don't…
Devil: (Slap) shut your fucking mouth. You will speak only when allowed and will ask for permission. Understood!! You belong to me now bitch and will do as you are told or be killed. Devil sat down on what she realized was an actual thrown. It had been given to him as gift by a third world dictator after eliminating a political rival, along with more cash then he could count. Ronda watched as Devil reached for a small jewel encrusted box. She knew it was real and imagined he must have paid a fortune for it, he reaches inside taking out what she also knew was a marijuana joint. He lite it, leaned back and quietly smoked. Again, reaching into his box he pulled out a key, take it he said extending his hand. Taking the key (afraid not to) she recognized one of the rings he was wearing as one that had been stolen in a highly publicized burglary of a celebrity’s home. It had been reportedly worth over a million dollars alone. And here it was on the finger of her captor. Pointing to the corner of the room he said unlock her, bring her to me. Looking she realized Jeanne was there, naked with a chain around her neck. Unlock her he barked, bring her here I won't ask you again. Ronda hurried to do as she was told, she freed Jeanne from her chains took her hand and lead her to the bear rug where she had been told to kneel. Take off your panties he said, before she could sit down, I want to see what you have to offer in exchange for your life.
Devil feasted his eyes upon her perky tits and round ass. He was not surprised by her light red pubic hair he knew she was a natural red head, Irish heritage. I enjoy lesbian sex when I smoke (puffing on his joint again) do it! He demanded. Wait he said going over to a chest and taking out a strap-on (a big black dick), handing it to Ronda he said use this on her. Fuck her good he said I want to see her feeling it. Turning to Jeanne he only said, please me. Jeanne and Ronda where good friends. They had similar interest both on and off campus and hung out together whenever time permitted. Now here they were being forced to have sex with each other. Ronda taking the lead began by kissing Jeanne softly on the lips, Jeanne responding, pulled Ronda closer and began softly kneading her breasts. Pulling Ronda down and on top of her she whispered in her ear, do as he say fuck me, fuck me good and he'll let us live. Ronda knew how to use a strap-on, she had a much bigger one at home that she used as often as she could, she liked it. When Jeanne opened her legs, Ronda found her pussy moist and ready, fuck me she whispered repeatedly. Ronda was surprised to find her pussy starting to get wet, this was Jeanne whispering these words not Ray her husband, she had never been with a woman before especially under these conditions, being forced to do it, besides she had never even thought of Jeanne as a sexual person. Never the less her pussy was now starting to throb as she stroked in and out of Jeanne’s seemingly hungry pussy. Ronda felt a weird mixture of both fear and satisfaction as she carried out Devil’s wishes. She soon found herself caught up in a wave that was growing in intensity with every kiss and with every stroke. Jeanne had been with a woman before. She was bisexual, had embraced her sexually in her early teen's when she realized she liked both a boy and a girl in middle school. She made out with them both over that summer between 8th and 9th grades. Now with Ronda between her legs and eager to give Devil the lesbian show he wants she opened fully allowing Ronda to shove all 10 inches inside her. I'm about to cum she whispered to Ronda, me too Ronda whispered back (her pussy now dripping). That's when she felt the sting of Devil’s whip across her back.
Devil watching the action very closely noted both their body's build towards an orgasm and got up, went over to his chest and retrieved his favorite whip. Stop he demanded. Now! Your pussies belong to me now and I say when you can cum! He knew they were caught up. His slaves were not allowed sexual fulfillment without his permission. Now sitting on his thrown with Jeanne and Ronda sitting on the bear rug at his feet he thought these two are keepers.
Devil took a few more puffs from his joint, put it out in a gold ash tray then turned his attention on his two captives. I can never let either of you go I'm sure you both know why, you will live but you will serve me, and serve me well. Devil stood, dropped his silk boxers revealing his throbbing manhood, saying only one word. Suck.
Khloe sit against the wall with her long legs drawn to her chest. She had been crying only minutes earlier scared to death of what was going to happen to her. Now, with her rosary grasp tightly in her palm she prayed for rescue. She recognized the reality of her situation though, being held hostage by a serial killer with really on chance of being found. she believed her only chance for survival was to escape and vowed to do so when she got the chance. Quietly the door slides open, you he said pointing at her come here. Khloe was shaken to her core by his piercing black eyes, gripped with fear she stood with her hands to her side and went with him.
Khloe was a beautiful girl as were all the rest but what made her stand out was a mane of long shiny black hair that framed her face perfectly. Her silky skin and hour glass figure made her beauty the envy of most women. Her beauty did not go unnoticed. Devil took her to a room that was empty except for a huge bed. Take off your panties let’s see what you have to offer he demanded. Khloe slowly removed her panties as he instructed preparing herself mentally for the rape she knew was to come. You belong to me now he said taking off his expensive silk boxers and laying down on the bed. Bring that tight pussy to me he said. This was not what she had expected, she had prepared herself to be ravaged by this animal. Khloe could not take her eyes off Devil’s Huge black dick, it looked enormous, her pussy started getting wet thinking about how it would feel deep inside her. Ride me he ordered laying on his back. Doing as he asked she mounted him guiding his huge dick to her pussy hole. Please be gentle she whispered to him I've never done it before I'm still a virgin. Surprising her yet again he said ok rolling her over so that he was now on top. Devil reached under the pillow pulled out some KY jelly and used it on them both. Now ready he slowly slides his throbbing manhood inside, Khloe screamed in pain as Devil forced his way past her hymen Khloe could feel the blood streaming past her ass hole and onto the silk sheets beneath her as Devil pushed deeper and deeper, Khloe thought he would split her open wishing he had fucked her in the ass instead. Suddenly her pussy felt as if it were on fire and as though a dam had just broken simultaneously inside her as her juices begun to flow. It hurts so bad but feels so good she whispered, I'm yours she cried, I’m yours forever. Of course, you are he thought knowing he would never let her go. Virgin no more he thought as he came deep inside her. Khloe felt him Cumming and instinctively opened her legs wider to receive him, she had never felt anything like this before. A man between her legs, his dick deep inside. She knew at that moment she would love him. From now on you will call me master he said as he started to fuck her again. Yes, master she replied softly repeatedly. Meanwhile Caroline, Lori and Sheila or she-she as she was known to family and friends huddled together in the corner of Devil’s custom cell wondering if their friends had been killed too.
Silently the door opened, and Tammy appeared
Chapter Two: Tammy
Tammy was a real stunner. Standing in the doorway her six-foot frame perfectly supported her expensive boob job she had done while on her last trip to Paris (Devil had approved it). She had long blond hair, deep blue eyes, a nice round ass (natural no implants) and wore only designer cloths. Her real name was Talibah (which means student in Arabic), but he needed an American name to better serve his business needs, so he called her Tammy. She could afford anything she wanted and what she wanted most was beauty. To be beautiful and to be surrounded by it. Devils Millions enabled I’ll her to have both. Tammy reached into her designer bag, pulled out a small revolver pointed it in the girl’s general direction and pulled the trigger.
Tammy was fifteen years old when Devil acquired her from a Saudi Prince after their business was completed. She was a part of his service staff who he took notice of after she was beaten by the Prince for seemingly no reason at all. Not that he felt sorry for her, he never felt sorry for anyone he just knew she could be utilized better. So, he made an offer and it was excepted. She was his first slave. Devil was eighteen and already a murderous millionaire by that time.
Tammy didn't know what to expect when she was told she would be going with the tall black man. It makes no difference really, she thought to herself, one sadistic master or another it's all the same wondering how long it would be before he was on top of her pounding, didn't take the Prince long at all she remembered. She soon found out she was NOT to be pounded, by anyone for years to come. Devil had other plans for her, he needed a way to safely launder his money early on, so he taught her what he needed her to know. It was one of the best decisions had had ever made. It would be over a year before Devil would take her sexually. He needed her to learn her role first.
The bullet from Tammy’s small caliber weapon ricochet off the walls making the sound from the gun shot sound even more deadly. Get up bitches she commanded. The next time I won't miss!
Caroline, Lori and she-she jumped to their feet instinctively throwing their hands in the air as if being robbed not knowing they were. Robbed of their freedom! Tammy entered the cell looking and walking like a super model on the runway. Reaching again into her designer bag (HERMES) she pulled three pairs of handcuffs and with a malacic, but menacing voice said turn around and put your hand behind your back, don't make me kill you. Each girl did as she commanded. She was used to that as they would find out. Tammy lead them down a long corridor, across a court yard and into a housing unit. The unit, a spacious day room with separate bedrooms was decorated with high-end furniture. The bathroom was complete with marble counters, deep soaking tubs and shelves filled with expensive products. She led them to three already drawn baths, removed the cuffs and simply said “get in “. Tammy watched (barely able to conceal the lust in her eyes) as each girl removed her panties and got in. Once satisfied that each was following her orders she began to talk.
You belong to my master now which means you belong to me. I'll kill you if you disobey me. I don't care who you were before you got captured she explained, you are now his slave and will serve him obediently or die. Tammy knew their purpose, what Devil would use them for, what she would use them for. Her pussy tingled. After they had bathe she dressed them in fine silk night cloths, no underwear and lead them to a small cozy dining room where the other girls sat waiting where Devil had arranged a simple dinner of Roast beef, Pasta and a Salad.
Tammy sat quietly watching and thinking. Which would she choose to warn her bed tonight. She thought Jeanne’s beast where very sexy maybe She would pick her. Yes, Jeanne would be her toy for the night, Devil had already given her permission to play tonight. He would entertain himself with the rest he said. Done with their dinner they were led to Devil thrown room except for Jeanne.
Tammy: you want me to let you live don't you baby as she kissed and nibbled softly on Jeanne's breast. Tammy lived in a different wing on the compound. She had an entire building in which to live and work. She maintained a small office with the necessary equipment for whatever task she had to do. Her bedroom was a loft space which housed her overfilled closets and a beautifully carved king size bed. Laying naked she said eat my pussy Jeanne and don't disappoint me pushing Jeanne head down. Tammy loved the way soft, moist lips felt on her pussy and the prettier the girl the better it felt. She loved beauty, especially between her legs. Tammy rolled her over, climbed onto Jeanne's face and released a flood of juices down her throat. Jeanne worked her tongue furiously in hopes of pleasing as tammy directed every tongue stroke until she came again and again. Done and satisfied, tammy made Jeanne lick her clean then climbed off her face. Kissing Jeanne softly she said now let me please you, parting her legs and putting her face between them all the while thinking maybe she'd keep her. It was only then that Jeanne noticed the small “D” that appeared to have been burn onto Tammy's back just below her shoulder blade.
CHAPTER THREE
Dr Karen Von
As Karen turned the key to her childhood home memories washed over her, some good many worse. She had not visited home very often since graduating medical school for this very reason. The memories. Karen had always been an exceptional student. She had completed high school early, received a full scholarship to an ivy league school, eventually going on to medical school and graduating at the top of her class. Home still reminded her of her mother who had died when she was nine years old and of the sexual abuse that began shortly their after. She hated her father for what he had done, (he was particularly abusive even in the act of child abuse itself) and she could never have forgiven him in fact the day he was killed by devil she considered her deep dark family secret buried forever. Her memory focused on that day five years ago when she had come home from school to pick up things from her old room and the check her father always made sure was on the dresser (hush money she supposed). She had graduated only one week prior and had excepted a position at a hospital in the San Francisco Bay area only to find him lying on the floor of his study in a pool of blood with a bullet hole between his eyes and devil standing behind her, his voice piercing her soul he said “you belong to me now, do as you are told and I'll let you live”. She had been his loyal slave ever since.
Lori, Khloe, Caroline, and Ronda sat quietly each waiting the time when devil would have his way with them. Each watching (as ordered) as he fucked She-She (Sheila) in the ass despite her screams of how much it hurt. He had already pussy- fucked her over the last hour pounding non-stop, never allowing her to cum. Suddenly all eyes were on the tall blonde that walked through the throne room door. Sitting her designer examination bag on the floor she hurried over, kissed devils’ hand and Said, “Hello Master”. Uninterrupted devil responded with one word “cum”.
SUBMISSION
Devil stood on the deck of king Abdul's Yatch admiring the Skyline, so beautiful at night he thought, sipping what the King claimed to be the best Cognac in the world. It was his seventeenth birthday and the king wanted to do something special for him after what he had handled for him. A family member with more ambition then he was comfortable with had disappeared while “New York sightseeing” with devil. No questions asked on either side just the way devil liked it. Sir, the King invites you to join him in the red room the deckman’s interrupts, right this way please. Devil was led down a flight of stairs, through a beautiful stained-glass door and down a long corridor with hand carved wood fixtures with real gold fittings. Devil followed the decks men for what he figured was he length of a football field to the red satin double doors at the end, the doors opened, and he was escorted in.
King Abdul: Come my young friend, please sit with me I have something very special for you for your birthday. Something you will cherish always, a skill that I possess passed to me by me Royal Father's but first your compensation for our agreement. Devil was handed an open black brief case so that he could see the rows of stacked bills (six figures the agreed upon contract) and a beautiful gold box containing two matching gold 45 caliber hand guns, each with silver inlay. They were beautiful and Worth a small fortune he thought. Thank You my friend he said also thinking he would stop by the abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn where he had the king's nephew tied and gagged and finish the job now that he's been paid. Devil smiled and nodded showing his appreciation for the gift as they King signaled for the Slaves to be brought in.
Devil watched as ten of the most beautiful women he had ever seen hurried in, discarded their robes and dropped to their knees. And now my gift to you the skill of training sexual slave's.
Devil watched, helped, whipped, fucked, and learned. He watched as the king gave them expensive gifts, then forced them call him master, whip them again, fuck them again. Demanding their submission, not allowing choice especially when it came to their sexual satisfaction. He told them they would learn to cum on his command or suffer consequences. They must fully submit he said, and once they do you let them go.
Devil always choose to sit in the last car of the Subway Train. It was daybreak and he was anxious to get to the warehouse, complete his job and get home. He remembered what the King had said over and over” Its conditioning, conditioning my young friend”. He would someday own slave too he thought, and they too would submit, or he would kill them. Just one year later he would purchase Tammy and use this skill for years to come.
Lori felt her juices run down her leg the moment he said the word and could see the other girls physically responding as well. This was what he wanted, she knew. She had fought it and was sure the others had too. Tried to resist but their bodies belonged to him now regardless of how they felt. Involuntarily she looked down at the enormous diamond he had put on her finger and thought about the lap of luxury in which she now lives. So different from how she grew up yet the same in so many ways. Yes, she would serve him as he commanded, his willing slave to do whatever he wanted she knew it now. Even kill for him if he asked.
Lori Anderson was born and raised in Oakland CA. And was no stranger to some of the things she had witnessed since being captured by devil, the beatings, the submission and forced sex, because her mother was a prostitute by trade. She herself was a trick baby and her step father a pimp which her mother never let her forget. She never understood why any women needed a man to survive, would let one control her. Lori knew hard times growing up and knew education was the key to her escape from poverty, so she kept her grades up. She got her high school diploma and enrolled in Dalton determined to never have to be without the things she needs or wants. Never realizing this would happen sooner rather than later, she belonged to devil now. Like mother like daughter she thought in the end. One a prostitute the other a sex slave.
Lori watched as Dr Von removed her clothing and sat beside her on the rug (a small “D” visible on her upper back just below the shoulder blade). You are very beautiful she whispered touching Lori lightly on her thigh. We will be good friends I hope she said, and I will take good care of you, I'm your doctor now. Karen could hardly wait to examine her. Devil pulled his dick out of she-she’s ass again, turned her around and slapped her again. You belong to me now bitch! Say it he demanded and slapped her again. sobbing she whispered I belong to you now master, I belong to you.
THE COMPOUND
Devil fell in love the property the moment he saw the Arial photos. They had been provided by the realtor who had been hired by the state to liquidate its unused assets, in this case a women’s prison compound that the state had abandoned due to fiscal concerns. It’s was to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. The property itself consisted of six large buildings that once housed inmates and several smaller support units including a large kitchen and dining area. The property was even surrounded by electrified fences and had a Sally port at each entrance to prevent escape. This is perfect he thought for my business after all he was in a deadly one where it was necessary to have a safe house, and this would allow him the space (he thought) and security to train as many slaves as he wants. Of course, he won the bid after the rival bidder mysteriously disappeared and purchased the property with all its support structures through a shell company to conceal his identity. Of all the Real estate devil had acquired over the years the compound was his favorite and his home. He hired a contractor to completely remodel all six bldg. to suit his needs, including modifications to the inmate housing unit. He used high end materials throughout the remodeling process to create what amounted to a luxury fortress where he would live and work. Buildings 1 & 2 where his sleeping quarters, armory and garage for his expensive cars, bldg. 3 was slave quarters and training rooms, his throne room and his vault. The other bldgs. included complete offices both Business and Medical, state of the art security system and a place where he would take people who never come back! He would never forget the day he had almost taken Ronda there. He was in his second training session with her not counting that first day he forced her at gun point to fuck Jeanne with a Hugh black dildo. He had tied her to a harness naked, one that was designed to keep her legs wide open for complete access to her pussy and ass hole.
Devil: you belong to me now bitch! For the rest of your life. From the day our paths crossed you have had no choice. You have no choice bitch you are my property, my slave and my toy. You will obey me always he said as his huge dick stretched her pussy open to accommodate its diameter. This pussy it mine, you are mine!
Ronda: screamed in pain, she had wondered before what the real thing would feel like having used a dildo of its size at home and on Jeanne that day, but this was nothing like she thought. Please don't, please, please stop she said knowing he would not be feeling his dick slide deeper and deeper inside her. You will learn to accept your fate, I am your master he said as he began to thrust slowly at first increasing speed until he felt her body responded sexually. No! Ronda heard herself say, instantly regretting it as she felt the sting of his palm as he slapped her. You belong to me devil said as he pulled his dick out and began to push the huge head into her ass hole with only her pussy juices for lubricant.
Ronda screamed again as the pain ripped through her body. No! She said again as soon as she speaks, fuck me I can't stop you, but I don’t belong to anyone not even my pussy as husband. Devil shoved his dick deeper in her ass, looked her straight in her eyes. You have no choice he said as his dick went in and out.
Ronda: ok, ok since you’re going to fuck me, and I can't stop, I know that, then release me from these straps and I'll give you what you want. I'll do it willingly since I can't stop you. Without speaking Devil pulled his dick out and began disconnecting her from the harness, once done he pointed a huge bed with a thick white comforter and oversized pillows. Ronda waste no time relocating herself as she noted the luxurious bedding.
Ronda: now come and get it you bastard! She said laying down and openings her legs wide. I can't stop you so come and get it! Devil was startled, angered by the outspokenness of this slave but curious at the same time, but he intended to have his any with her regardless, so he came to her as requested.
Ronda: No! Eat it first, you said it's your pussy, that I belong to you now so don't you want to know how your pussy taste. Noticing his hesitation, she pushed forward. Grabbing his head and pushing it down, stick your tongue inside Master! You said I would be treated like a queen so eat the Queen's pussy good, yea that it, lick right there.
Devil: loved using his slaves sexually, over the years he had fucked and eaten every hole his slaves had to offer especially those with exceptional beauty. But this was different, he felt different emotionally somehow as he licked and sucked on Ronda’s pussy lips. It's felt strange being submissive, him following the instructions but at the same time he lusted for more running his tongue down over the asshole he had just fucked. So, he continued until he heard Ronda say;
Wait lay down on your back and let me queen you, I know you want it Master. Let give you what you need! Helping devil get comfortable and putting one of the oversized pillows behind his Head. Then she kissed him on his lips and climbed onto his face.
Ronda: now eat, putting pussy right in his mouth. She had done this to her husband, he was into femidom and she also got to fuck him with their black dick strap-on. That's it licks you want me to cum in your mouth master, taste delicious pussy juice. Ronda knew just what to say in this situation she also liked the feeling of being a mistress, so she put her hands on his head slowly started to ride his seemingly eager face and mouth. Ronda could feel an orgasm slowly building as she humped his open mouth and hard workings tongue, make me cum she ordered, that's it, lick this pussy don't play games. Ronda now swept up in the moment began to shiver which she knew was a precursor to her biggest orgasms, here it comes, just want you want, drink my juices she said as her pussy flooded with creamy white cum.
Devil was overwhelmed by his desire as he found himself eagerly lapping up Ronda’s flowing juices, suddenly as if having a moment of clarity, he rolled her off and slapped her. Bitch your lucky I don't take you to hell right now! (secretly meaning bldg. six which was the old solitary confinement and his torture rooms) it was then that he realized the treasure he had scored in that Dalton High School job, a real Queen. So, with a slight smile he opened her legs wide and said; but I'm going to take you to heaven instead. And he did repeatedly.
Devil watched as the girls opened the gifts he had brought them while fulfilling is latest contract. He had been traveling in Africa and had met a man who dealt in diamonds, Black diamonds. Devil instantly saw an opportunity, so he acquired a substantial amount, had earrings made for the Slaves and stored the rest as a Long-term investment. Devil sat quietly reflecting upon the progress he had made with the girls (except for one) over the last three months, the skill of training sexual slaves had served him well over the years except for only a few captives. He took a deep pulled from the high-grade marijuana joint he was smoking, reached for the solid gold box given to him by the King many years ago from which he removed a gold pistol and a gold bullet. Sat down on his thrown and began to talk hardly acknowledging Tammy and Jeanne as they walked into the room, removed their clothes and sat naked on the bear rug alongside the others and opened their gifts.
Looking at his six newest slaves he said: You bitches belong to me now and from today forward will bare my Brand. If you resist, I'll put this gold bullet right between your eyes. You are now a part of MY team and I play hardball. Your pussy, ass, and mouth belong to my Dick! You will live to please me and, in the months, to come I'll show you how and you will obey, or I'll kill you. If you live you will live as Queens, my Queens! (Looking also at Tammy and Dr Von). The World is yours and your body is mine.
Standing he walked over to the fire place, removed a Branding iron with the letter “D”, looked at the six former cheerleaders and said who's going to be first. Dr. Von smiled because she'd get to tend to their wounds.