It was a harsh sight. Brutal was the only way to describe it. But Master Khalil didn’t train sex slaves to be soft and cutesy. He trained obedient, fuck-able slave girls to serve the whims of his buyers, and that meant the harshest sexual degradations and training known to women. Some called his methods too harsh. Privately he had admitted the truth to some…that sometimes he lost a few girls from each crop. It was a necessary evil, though. His slave girls were legendary in the black market. The ‘Khalil brand’ was second to none.
“Take a good look at those long, hard, cocks, ladies. You’ll be sucking them as if your life depends on. I want to see your cock-slurping skills on full display. Begin!”
A row of concrete pillars, each about 5 feet high, spanned the space of the courtyard. Protruding from each concrete pillar was a long, thick, resin-forged shaft molded into a replica-cock with fake testicles underneath. There were seven naked girls in the courtyard gaping at the task before them: Stacey, Keisha, Valerie, Gaby, Rosa, and Jessica. All were part of the same group of sexy young models whom Khalil had arranged to have kidnapped last week from a cruise ship off of the coast of Africa.
The girls ranged from 18 to 24 years of age. All were gorgeous, with shaved pussies, firm young breasts… lush young bodies curved in every way a man desired. Valerie was a beautiful 22-year-old blonde, Keisha was the only black girl, Gaby and Stacey were brunette babes, Jessica was the redhead, and Rosa was the lone Latina of the set and perhaps the most flawless of them all. Now all of the girls had their wrists shackled in front of them with another set of shackles connecting their ankles. Metal chains around their necks were also connected to a lengthy chain going from one girl to the next until all the girls were connected to each other like puppets on the same string. Even if one captive was stubborn enough to try escaping, she would just get bogged down by the weight of all the others.
“What did I say, bitches? Get MOVING.” Khalil was tall, about 6’4, quite muscular yet wiry. He held a whip in one hand and an electroshock wand in the other.
He smacked the whip across the Latina’s perfectly sculpted ass. Rosa cried out and knelt down, engulfing the shaft with her mouth. She began moving her face rapidly back and forth, suckling on the red penis as if it was her lover’s precious manhood. Beside her Keisha and Gaby both knelt quickly too, impaling their mouths on their appointed dildos. The black girl Keisha began to moan appreciatively as her mouth pumped back and forth, back and forth. Meanwhile Gaby was an even faster learner. The brunette was impaling her cute mouth rough and fast, moaning as if she was enjoying every inch of that prodigious cock.
“Not bad, sluts. It’s a start,” Khalil shouted. He walked over to Jessica, who was slurping frantically on her cock, but not frantically enough.
“You can do better, bitch. Here, let me give you some motivation.” He thrust the shock-wand between her cunt lips and pressed the button. Jessica cried out with the shaft shoved half-way down her throat. Now he strode back over, walking down the line until he saw the lithe, sexy blonde named Valerie. She was sucking her cock with zealous abandon, her mouth making loud slurping-wet sounds as she coated the shaft with her saliva.
But it wasn’t enough to please her Master’s critical eye.
“Don’t forget to fondle the balls! Lazy cunts!” He inserted the shock wand into Valerie’s exposed pussy and gave her a sudden jolt.
“AAAAYYY!!! Please Master, I’m trying!” she squealed. The young blonde redoubled her efforts, her breasts still trembling from the pain as she engulfed the cock more fervently and massaged the fake testicles with both hands. Rosa began doing the same as her owner knelt behind her. Putting down the whip for a moment, he inserted two fingers into her sex. To his shock, he realized that she was a little bit moist.
“You little whore. This is turning you on, isn’t it?” He hissed. Rosa didn’t answer. The gorgeous Latina merely gurgled loudly as she slurped on the cock protruding from the concrete pillar. Her hands fondled the fake testicles as she drooled on the cock until strings of her saliva hung from her chin.
“Answer me, bitch.” Khalil slapped Rosa’s ass with an open palm. Then he slammed his open palm even harder across her exposed slit for good measure.
“OW!! Yes Master. This is making me wet,” she groaned. As soon as she’d answered him, Rosa returned to sucking her appointed dildo. Her moans and muffled slurps filled the room, joined by the other girls as Khalil took a step back to survey the girls as a group. That’s when he spotted the weak link. Stacey. The young brunette was only 18, and clearly inexperienced. She sucked her dildo awkwardly, moaning half-heartedly and clearly thinking she could fool him with the slightest dose of faked enthusiasm. She’d soon find out the hard way how wrong she was…
Khalil approached her from behind and yanked back on her chain-collar. She made a strangling noise as he turned her around.
“You worthless whore. You call that sucking!? That’s pathetic kisses on the tip of my cock compared to what you should be capable of. Let’s see if your teenage fuck-hole is more capable, then, shall we?” Before Stacey could react, he shoved her ass back against the pillar. Her eyes widened as her pussy sank onto the entire length of the red dildo, stretching her to the limit.
“Please Master. It’s too big!” she wailed. But Khalil ignored her pleas. He thrust the shock wand against her breasts and sent electric shocks through her torso, barking at the girl all the while.
“Shut up and move that ass. Shake those tits and FUCK that dildo like your life depends on it…because it DOES.” He watched Stacey’s pretty face contorted into disbelief and horror as she felt her cunt being raped thoroughly by the thick dildo now filling her so completely. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she thrust her cute bottom backward, the better to engulf the dildo with her snatch. She groaned and begged for mercy, crying out occasionally thanks to more sharp jolts from Khalil’s shock wand each time he thrust it against her tits.
“AAAYYY!! PLEASE! IT HURTS SO MUCH!” Stacey wailed. But Khalil noticed that some of her fellow captives were having a better time of it. Rosa, the sneaky bitch, had slipped one hand between her legs and was rubbing her clitoris furiously as she continued to impale her mouth on her red dildo and cup the fake red testicles with her other hand. Her moans had reached new heights. She was getting wet.
“I can smell your cunt cream from here, Latina slut. Good job,” Khalil shouted. He walked over to Rosa and knelt down, fingering her pussy.
“Get both hands back on those testicles. I’ll give you a reward for being a proper, horny fuck slave.” Rosa obeyed. She returned her other hand to the red testicles, fondling them as she slurped louder than ever. At the same time, Khalil rubbed and cajoled Rosa’s clit to a mind-obliterating climax. Rosa moaned with deep feeling as her cunt twitched on Khalil’s fingers, coating it with her fluids and scent.
Khalil stood up and waved his hand for all the other slave girls to see as he walked a slow circuit around them all.
“Do you see, sluts? Slave Rosa knows what it means to be a well-behaved fuck slave. Watch her and learn from her. Make yourselves wet with desire. Focus your minds on the only things that matter now: sex and pleasing your future Master.”
As he was saying this, he glanced over at Gaby. The 20-year-old brunette was cooing loudly, both hands between her legs as she caressed her own clit toward a violent climax. Sure enough, while gurgling and nearly gagging on the shaft stuffed half-way down her throat, the sexy brunette gushed and the orgasm tore right through her. Her fingers came away sticky with her juices as she kept huffing, panting, her breasts heaving as she continued suckling dutifully on the enormous red dildo between her lips.
By now, Khalil had walked up behind her. He grunted with disapproval.
“Not bad, slut…but you neglected the testicles in order to give YOURSELF more pleasure. That is selfish, and fuck slaves I train learn to never be selfish. You service your Master at all times and consider HIS comfort, HIS pleasure, before your own. For this you will be punished.”
Gaby’s mouth came up off of the dildo. “Oh please Sir, I’m sorry. I was trying to do as you asked. I’m thinking only about sex. I’m trying to be good. I’m – AAAYYY!!! OHH!!” Gaby squealed as Khalil thrust the shock wand right between her cunt lips, zapping her with a fresh jolt of electroshock. He slapped her across the face and then told her to turn around. She did, whimpering.
“Now get those cunt lips over that cock and ram your ass back until it’s filling your disobedient pussy. Do it, bitch!” Soon Gaby was moaning along with her fellow slave girl Stacey. Both brunettes were groaning as they slammed their quims back to fuck the cruel, hard dildos that could rape their pussies without ever tiring. Khalil stood up and pinched Gaby’s nipples, liking the way she groaned as he did so…and liking even more how those nipples pebbled up with arousal the longer she slammed her cunt back to engulf the unyielding red penis which stuck out of the concrete pillar like a cruel spike.
“Aaaaahh!! OHH!!! Please, Master. Please forgive this slave. My pussy can’t take such a huge cock. UHH!” Gaby moaned.
But Khalil merely gave her a harsh stare as he cupped her chin and forced her to look into his eyes – eyes as cold as an Antarctic glacier.
“You will fuck that dildo and say ‘Thank you’ Master or I will shove this shock wand between your legs and give your pussy another jolt. What will it be?”
Gaby’s fearful eyes widened. Her breasts jiggled as she rammed her cunt backward, fully encasing the shaft with her velvety-soft sex. “Thank you Master. I love fucking this dildo. I obey you, Master. Please don’t hurt me!” Gaby wailed.
Satisfied that he was making progress, the slave trainer reached down to gently cup Gaby’s breast with one hand. As he caressed the girl’s supple cones, he murmured the two words that would come to mean the entire world to her, as soon as her training was complete:
“Good girl…good girl.”
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Khalil arrived home late that night. He was exhausted after a long day of slave-training, but not nearly as exhausted as the slaves themselves. As he entered the first floor of the three-story beach-side mansion, he sighed with satisfaction.
Here, Khalil was a different person. Here, he was a loving husband. If there were many contradictions walking the world, then Khalil might have been the most twisted of them all. How could a loving husband also lead a double life as a brutal sexual dominant and sadist? Yet that’s exactly what Khalil had been doing for five long years…
The slave master heard the shower going and made his way up the spiral marble staircase. On the second floor, he could smell the jasmine and watermelon-scented shampoo his wife loved to use. She was singing in the shower, her angelic voice reaching out like a special gift meant only for him.
Ravenna loved him, that was the scary part. She knew nothing of his real life. Five years ago, ironically enough, he’d rescued her from a human-trafficker – a competitor of his. The moment he’d laid eyes on Ravenna, those soft, warm brown eyes had captivated him. Yes, he’d fallen in love, he’d been smitten…because even monsters were capable of that. Now, five years later, he had finally married her. All his 22-year-old wife knew was that Khalil was a powerful crime boss involved in smuggling illegal goods. She was so innocent and naïve that it had never occurred to her that his ‘goods’ were in fact people.
Before they had married, he had given Ravenna an ultimatum of sorts: ‘This is the price of being with me. I will always love you and protect you and honor you. But you will NEVER ask me about my business. That is the hard life that I lead to provide for myself…to provide for us. For us to have a future together, you have to accept this.’
To his surprise, she’d agreed…which was good, because even if she’d said no, he would have just kidnapped her and worn down her will to resist. Maybe she’d said yes because she had a special bond with him. The special bond formed ever since that day he’d saved the frightened 17-year-old girl she once was.
Pulling away from his thoughts, he followed the sound of Ravenna’s voice.
“Honey?” Now Khalil walked through the master bedroom and saw his wife standing in the shower behind the transparent glass partition. She was so beautiful, just breath-taking. She was medium height, slender, with full, firm breasts, and lush, mahogany brown hair that fell like tresses of silk to the small of her back. She had some Hispanic ancestry, some Caucasian, some Inuit. She was like the perfect combination of genetics, that’s all Khalil could think as he gazed at the woman he loved.
“Ravenna.” He opened the sliding glass door as she turned to him and struck a seductive pose.
“You’re home quite late,” she pouted. Khalil leaned into the shower and kissed her. He’d intended to pull back out and go change, but she pulled him in with her, completely soaking him, clothes and all. He pressed her against the wall. His cock was stiff. He hadn’t fucked any of the slaves during today’s training. He never did. Ever since the day he’d met Ravenna, he could make love to no other woman. He could fuck no other woman. He could put his cock in only one pussy: hers.
“Miss me much?” he growled between kisses. She merely moaned as her hands efficiently unbuttoned his soaked shirt. He shrugged out of it and discarded the sopping-wet garment at their feet. Ravenna was already kneeling, unbuckling his belt, making his pants fall around his ankles. His cock sprang out, a living thing with pulsing veins, hard as a slab of granite. She stared at it. Her fingers grasped the base, slowly pumping up and down as her smoldering gaze met his.
“I’ve been waiting for you to get home, baby, so I could do this.” Her mouth quickly found his cock. Her lips formed a tight seal around his stiff erection. She sucked greedily on the tip. He groaned as if his entire soul was being sucked directly from the tip of his manhood. Ravenna adjusted her wet hair away from her face. Her luxuriant hair was half-plastered to her skull as she pumped her mouth up and down, up and down, with such dedication. All the while her hands gently kneaded the muscles of his ass.
“Ravenna… Ohhh!” Khalil sighed. He gently gathered her hair on top of her head so that it wouldn’t fall back down and get in the way. He proceeded to stroke her shoulders and groan appreciatively as she sucked him hard.
“MMMPPPH!!! SLURP! UHHH!” was all Ravenna could gurgle as she took him balls-deep, so deep his sac jostled gently against her chin as she slurped back and forth, back and forth, her mouth impaled on his shaft so thoroughly that he felt like he might die of happiness. He marveled at his little vixen slurping fervently on his shaft until traces of pre-cum were seeping onto her tongue. That only seemed to make her suck more eagerly, a woman worshipping his cock as if it was the only thing that mattered. His knees gave out. He sank down heavily on the tiles of the bathroom floor as she began tenderly sliding her tongue up and down his length, only to smother his cock once more with her hot little mouth. He reached underneath her with both hands to gently fondle and caress those sexy tits, groaning his encouragement as she tried to suck him dry. Then, in the last moment before the throes of orgasm would have made his churning balls explode, he managed to push her back and hold off his release.
“Let’s stand up, darling. I don’t want to waste my precious cum. Not yet. Hop on.”
“I missed you today. Where were you?” his wife whined. But she mounted him even as the disapproval in her voice vanished, replaced by her sigh as his cock sank deep up her cunt. Her hands were gripping his back as his cock slid through her tight slit. Her ass cheeks felt the cold tiles of the bathroom wall as he pinned her there with his masculine bulk. He thrust up into her again and again and again, grunting with a rhythmic cadence as he fucked this woman who drove him absolutely crazy with affection…and desire.
“Where were you?!” his wife repeated, panting as they fucked, her tone letting him know he couldn’t get by without answering her.
“Work…uh…was…uh…very demanding…uh!” he managed, his grunts deepening as his shaft felt the delicious squeeze of her vice-like cunt around his girth.
“Was it?” she panted. Her eyes looked at him with tenderness, love…and lust. “Time to forget about all that. Now kiss me,” she ordered. He leaned forward, their lips joining as her tongue took power over his. He didn’t mind. In fact, he loved it. He kissed her back so voraciously that he almost forgot to breathe. Her hips hugged his waist as he kept lancing his shaft deeper and deeper into her soft, welcoming wetness. She cooed louder the more he fucked her. The way she moaned drove him wild. It made him feel like the luckiest man alive.
Then her hands were clenching as the orgasm exploded in her loins. Her cunt gripped his cock like a tightened fist, spurring him to an eruption of his own. He groaned a low, plaintive cry as he blasted his wife’s pussy with his seed. He kissed her ferociously as he pinned her against the wall, pumping her full of his cum…until at last, realizing he was leaning against her so that he had her breasts crushed against his chest, he stepped back and pulled her to him. He enfolded her in his arms. She sighed and nuzzled against him. They just stood there like that until the water from the shower finally went from hot to warm, warm to lukewarm. Lukewarm to cold…
Khalil turned off the water and handed his wife a towel. Later, as they lay in bed, his naked body draped over hers, she shifted restlessly.
“What is it, love?”
Ravenna turned. Her innocent eyes looked happy…but somehow unfulfilled…as if she was searching for something she’d never find.
“Lately you’ve been working a lot, and I’ve been thinking…”
He frowned, not liking the expression on her face or the tone in her words. His hand slipped down to her sex, toying with her clit. She gasped.
“Khalil, stop.” Her protests died as he fingered her slowly but surely to an intense climax, her cunt cream leaving a distinct wet spot on the sheets. Then he gathered her back into his arms, thinking he’d safely dodged a bullet.
He hadn’t. A half hour later she nuzzled him back awake.
“Khalil, we need to talk.”
“About what?” he said sleepily.
“I know when we married, I promised not to ask…but part of me wonders…”
“Wonders what?”
“This life with you, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. But what if we could really be free?”
“What do you mean?”
Ravenna’s fingers stroked his cheek. “You always have bodyguards escorting me wherever I go. We’ve built a life here, yes, and I love the friends I’ve made here. But I worry about you. Sometimes you’re gone for days on end, and you won’t tell me where. You won’t—”
“This was all part of the bargain, darling. You knew it the day you agreed to marry me. I warned you. You knew that you were not marrying Prince Charming. I am not even the Dark Prince. I am the Black King, someone people fear. A man who takes what he wants in a harsh world.” He spread her thighs, got on top of her, and inserted his re-invigorated penis into her pink opening. She whimpered, her hands clamping around his muscular arms as he began a thorough, cunt-penetrating rhythm.
“You do not get to second-guess your commitment, woman. I love you, and I know you love me. It should be enough.”
Ravenna bit her lip, stifling a moan as he fucked her even harder. “I know it’s true, but…part of me wonders w-with all this money, what if w-we just ran away together, just the two of us? You could leave all this…ahhh!….behind. You wouldn’t have to be a crime boss anymore. It could just be…us. Doesn’t that simpler life appeal to you, baby?” She groaned as he threw his hips forward. His cock slammed into her like a harpoon. Her hands clawed at his back as she squealed, convulsing around his shaft. That turned him on like nothing else, and he fucked her like a madman now, pumping violently into her slick folds until he bellowed a release of his own.
“AAAHH!”
Cum churning, testicles stiffening, he left his wife’s cunt completely soaked in his jism. He rolled with her pulled to him, so that she lay on top of him now, snuggled up on his chest. She was still panting from their coupling. She hadn’t given up, though. Not quite.
“You…never…answered me,” she murmured.
“Do I want a simpler life? Sometimes,” Khalil admitted. “But I like the life we have together. What I do…it’s part of who I am. I can’t run from that, I can only…satisfy that part of myself. It’s the world that stays separate from you, my love, just as it should be. You must trust me, woman.”
“I do trust you,” she said softly. Her lips brushed along the pectoral muscles of his chest. He loved the way her breasts brushed against him as she readjusted on top of him and settled her head on him like a pillow. Her eyes drifted slowly closed. He kissed her hair and relished the scent of her warm body against his until they both fell slowly, slowly into the orbit of the sweetest sleep.
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THE NEXT DAY…
Khalil had left the house early, restless as ever. Ravenna’s questions had left this lingering unease inside of him. There was only one way to purge that unsettling feeling: a good day of harsh slave training.
“Come on, slaves! You can do better than that!” Khalil bellowed.
Keisha the black girl and Jessica the redhead were locked in a humiliating position. Each girl was on her hands and knees, their asses facing each other. Their wrists were shackled in front of them and each had a chain collar around their neck. Their ankles were also shackled, making them truly look like the slaves they now were. Khalil had wedged a long, thick, double-pronged purple dildo between the two girls, each prong of the dildo inserted into each girl’s anus. Now, as the girls moved their hips back and forth, they impaled their asses on the double-dildo with a constant, agonizing rhythm.
“Please! UH!!!” Keisha groaned. “It’s too big for my ass, Sir. Please!” Khalil responded to his slave’s complaint by taking a riding crop and smacking the end of it hard against the slave girl’s left butt cheek. Then he smacked her other butt cheek even more brutally.
“Did I say I wanted backtalk, bitch?” He leaned down and peered at the redhead. “What about you, little cunt? Are you going to give me trouble too?”
The pretty redhead groaned, slamming her hips back as her ass engulfed the head of the dildo and then some. She felt like it might split her apart at any moment.
“No, Master. Please, I’m doing what you asked. Ugh!” Jessica sighed.
Meanwhile, across the room, Rosa was about to undergo a special form of even harsher training. Khalil always liked to have one pregnant girl from each crop of slaves he cultivated. There were always buyers at the black market auctions who had more specialized tastes…and pregnant slaves were indeed a rarity with a finite but very lucrative clientele. In this case, the sexy, young Latina named Rosa had seemed ideal for the role.
There were five men standing around the poor girl. She’d been strapped naked into the bed, spread-eagled with her lush thighs forced wide open to expose her beautiful pink pussy. A chain collar encircled her neck and a leash lay between her breasts as she lay there pleading.
“Don’t. Please don’t fuck me. You can’t. You might get me – “
“Pregnant?” said Graham, the leader of the five men. Graham was Khalil’s right-hand man. He was reliable, brutal, and his cock had to be at least 10 inches long.
“We’re all going to fuck you over and over, bitch. Our employer has made it very clear that you need to be pregnant for the auction.”
“No! Please. This is so wrong. You can’t DO this!” Rosa whimpered. It did her absolutely no good, though. Khalil left Keisha and Jessica humping the double-pronged dildo and came over to watch Rosa’s training. The lithe Latina’s eyes widened as Graham lined up his enormous shaft between her thighs, poising the bulbous head of his cock between her delicate labia.
“Ready, bitch? Here comes your first cock. Enjoy it.” Rosa begged for him to take it out as he fucked her without mercy. The bed bounced with the jostling of his body slamming into hers again and again and again. It was maybe fifteen minutes later when Graham’s bulging buttocks muscles clenched up and he gave a mighty bellow. Judging from the way Rosa stiffened and squealed too, Khalil realized his man was spewing his first load inside the slave girl’s pussy.
From there, Khalil watched as the next man climbed aboard. He thrust his shaft into the girl’s cum-drenched pussy without a fuss, and soon he was fucking her with wild abandon too.
“No…please…stop,” Rosa sighed, but her nipples were erect little buds. Part of her was enjoying her rape. Her sex was responding to the plunging, dominating cocks plowing between her soft folds. That became clearer and clearer as the second man fucked her so brutally that Khalil wondered if he’d break the damn bed.
“AAAHHH!!! Take my cum, you little WHORE. Maybe mine will be the one to get you pregnant!” the second man groaned, his thick spurts of cum overfilling her tiny slit as he pulled out. So much sticky-warm jism oozed from her twice-fucked pussy even as the third man took his position between her legs. The mattress now had a big wet splotch between the girl’s thighs.
“No! Please, no more!” Rosa groaned. And now Khalil strode over and leaned over her prone, naked figure. He yanked on her leash as the third man began fucking her. Her exotic, gorgeous face swung to meet his hard stare.
“Look at me, bitch. I want to see the look on your face when the next burst of seed scours out your fuck-hole. You’re going to be pregnant before this night is out if I have anything to say about it. Now lie still and take your training like a good little slut. Think of yourself as lucky; you’ll be one of the more valuable slaves on the auction block when the time comes.”
“Please…” Rosa begged. “Let me fuck the biggest dildo you have, just please…” The gorgeous Latina’s voice trailed off as the fourth man fucked her snatch with a series of hard, merciless thrusts until he was groaning, pumping more spunk into her loins.
“Uhh!!! Best fuck I’ve ever had,” the fourth man sighed. “Your turn, Mark.”
The fifth and final man approached and looked down at that cum-drenched pussy. It was a complete mess, but he didn’t care. He thrust his vein-bulging cock right up her twat, starting a quick, pulverizing rhythm as the bed shook and the girl’s moans rose in the background. Yes, Khalil thought, she was really starting to enjoy herself…and probably hating herself for it more and more with each passing second. He turned back to his final trio of slave girls.
Gaby, Stacey, and Valerie were on three separate wooden horses. Each wooden horse had a line of five tall ribbed dildos protruding from the horizontal length of the seat. The five dildos on each horse got progressively bigger from one end to the other. Now each of the three beautiful girls had their wrists chained above their heads. Khalil had instructed them to hump the smallest dildo first. Every so often, he would tell them to move on to the next biggest shaft. The three girls were half-way across the string of dildos by now.
“How are we doing, whores? Are your pussies getting used to the feeling of being stuffed full of hard cock? They better be. I don’t want my buyers complaining that you’re too inexperienced. You, blonde bitch. Why aren’t you humping that cock faster?” Khalil took a shock wand and speared it into Valerie’s belly, sending a shock that surged through her torso. Her tits shook as she yelled out.
“AAAYYY!! Please, I’m fucking it!” she cried.
Khalil turned the shock wand on Gaby. “You too, brunette bitch. I want to see those cunt lips smacking down until the entire shaft disappears inside your tiny pussy. Come on.” He zapped her, watching Gaby squirm and writhe with her cunt impaled on the middle dildo, her supple cones jiggling all the while. Last but not least, he turned to Stacey, the 18-year-old brunette. Stacey’s face was contorted with effort as she slammed her slit down with a series of loud smacks on top of her appointed dildo. The ribbed sensations must have been driving her mad, because Khalil could see the girl’s nipples beaded up with arousal. He also noticed a stream of fluid glistening along the length of the dildo-shaft.
He cupped the girl’s shapely ass and grunted.
“Well, look at that. This little slut is starting to get the hang of it. You bitches should watch your friend here. She knows how to fuck properly. Look how this cock glistens with her cunt juice. A slave should always lubricate her owner’s shaft with her erotic fluids. Good job, bitch.” He gave Stacey an ironically tender kiss, muffling Stacey’s moan as her snatch bottomed out once more onto that cruel, unyielding shaft.
“I think it’s time for you sluts to trade up to the next size shaft. Hop on the fourth dildo, girls.”
Gaby’s eyes widened. Like her two companions, she pulled upward with her wrists to drag her body off of the dildo she was fucking. Then she poised her cunt lips around the head of the next dildo, which was cruelly taller and thicker than the last. It had to be a good ten and a half inches. She began to sink her snatch onto the huge purple shaft. She had maybe three inches inside her as she groaned, her hips going still.
“Please Sir, it’s too big and my pussy’s too sore. May I please go back and fuck the third dildo? Please??”
“Stupid bitch. Let me help you.” Khalil’s hands pressed down on her hips and he forced her down that ribbed shaft with a violent shove. Gaby cried out, whimpering as she felt that cock fill her like no other cock ever had. That seemed to motivate Valerie, who impaled her snatch with alacrity, groaning with her eyes squeezed tightly shut as her sexy bottom bounced up and down. Stacey already had the hang of it too, though her groans had reached a new intensity as her teenage pussy felt stretched to the limit.
“Good. Very good, sluts. You’ll all be well trained pussies at this rate,” Khalil said. But he took the shock wand out anyway and put it in Gaby’s ass, sending a jolt through her frantic body.
“AAAAYYY!!!! I’m fucking the dildo as you asked. Why are you hurting me?” Gaby wailed. When she stopped shaking, Khalil gently cupped the undersides of the girl’s breasts and proceeded to suck tenderly on each nipple.
“Because, slave, your new owner may decide to use you not just for pleasure but also as a pain-slut. You must get used to your new life, girl. You must be ready for anything. Now shut up and keep pumping that pussy on that dildo properly. Think horny thoughts and focus on that cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master,” Gaby moaned. Khalil watched as her shaved cunt flew upwards and slammed back down. A sheen of sweat covered the girl’s trembling body as she took that cock inside of her and prayed it wouldn’t tear her pussy. Gaby tried to think of her boyfriend. She focused on his face, pretending the ruthless cock inside her was his loving cock and that this wasn’t a nightmare. Slowly her fluids began to trickle down the humongous dildo as she fucked it faster and faster.
In the background, Khalil was suddenly aware of a loud squeal – Rosa’s. He glanced over in time to see the fifth man pulling his semi-flaccid shaft out of the girl’s quim. It too was glistening with an extra coating of fluids – and not just male jism, either. Rosa was definitely starting to enjoy herself a little too much, it seemed.
“Sir, do you mind if we take a rest?” Graham said. His boss nodded.
“Come back and fuck that bitch in an hour or so. Use the whip next time. She’s starting to enjoy herself too much over there.”
Graham nodded. “As you wish, Sir.” As Graham walked away, the constant grunts of Keisha and Jessica having their asses pounded by the two-pronged dildo and the constant moans of Stacey, Gaby, and Valerie humping the cocks on the wooden horses all combined like the perfect symphony in Khalil’s ears.
Yes, this was the life. This was the ultimate rush, to feed on the energy of unwilling sex slaves as they slowly learned their place, all thanks to the harshest training on earth. Later that day, with that same thought resurging in his mind, slave master Khalil left the compound satisfied by the day’s progress. The sun was about to dip past the horizon. It glinted fiercely as Khalil shielded his face with one hand.
It was time to head home…
Home to his lovely, innocent young wife. His darling Ravenna. He’d treat her like a princess and keep his worlds separate, just like he always had. Just like he always would.
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THE END
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I hope you enjoyed the story. Most non-con stories tend to fall into (at least for me) one of two categories – harsher and darker versus what I would call more realistic non-con. This story was definitely in the first category. For something more realistic (which I know some people find sexier), you might want to check out my other recent story, Interrogation of Sofia about a husband and wife safely exploring their boundaries. Remember, always indulge your fantasies a little, even the darker ones. This is just a fantasy, nothing more and nothing less.
~gaggedKitty