1. The Factory Owner


    Date: 11/21/2014, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Cruelty, Male Domination, Older Male / Female, Rape, Slavery, Violence, Virginity, Author: AlbinoLoverAK, Rating: 74.5, Source: sexstories.com

    He looked out over his property. As a factory owner, he owned everything he could see. This included the slaves. Each of them acquired at birth and raised how he wanted them raised. They were convinced they were lower than dirt. They looked on him as though he was a god. This was how he wanted it. Chelly, his personal aid, entered into the room and waited obediently by the door for him. He turned as smiled. Seeing her in the pale yellow sundress made him eager for her. He drew the shades and sat in his chair, back facing the window. “Speak,” he barked. He always liked the fear that crossed her face. It was this fear that motivated her to ‘service’ him. “The police and regulators were at the door again,” she said just loud enough for him to hear. This was grave news. He patted his lap and she came and kneeled before him. “What did you say,” he asked gently. “Nothing. I told them that you had the twelve locked away and you will punish them separately,” she said. Her hands went automatically to the buttons on his pants. The swelling in his pants pushed against the buttons making it hard for them to be undone. “Well,” he asked prodding her to continue. “They want us to turn over the twelve for a public execution,” she said. She had managed to release the swelling bulge from the confines of his pants and his underwear as well. It was always an impressive sight, 8 inches long and 5 inches around. He enjoyed pleasuring himself with his female slaves. It didn't matter if they ...
    wanted to or not, if he wanted it, they had to provide. “Done,” he said as she slid her mouth over the top of his penis. He let out a pleasurable groan as she took it all. Her head bobbed up and down for a few moments before she slowed and tickled him. He enjoyed how Chelly pleasured him. This was why he insisted she always greeted him this way. Good news or bad, it didn't matter. She could always make things better with a kick ass blow job. Chelly finished and cleaned him up. He then got his jacket and walked out to meet with the police and regulators. “I do not understand why you won’t hand over the accused,” the lead investigator said. “Because you were asking the wrong person. My slaves have no power to answer to you. Please don’t demand or ask them to do things unless I have approved it first,” he calmly said. They were sitting around in his study and sipping brandy. “I am more than prepared to hand them over. I wasn't sure how I was to punish them anyways, seeing as we slave owners have no power to execute the wrong doers in our flocks,” he said eyeing the regulators. “You may own the slaves, but they are still humans. As a human, they deserve at least the show of a fair trial,” one regulator said. They all knew that the slaves were not proven guilty but too keep from shaming the owner, slaves were the ultimate sacrifice. Even if they were innocent, the owner was obligated to ‘punish’ their slaves publicly in order to preserve both honor and control over their remaining ...
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