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The Master of the Business
Chapter I
I sat in the chair, in the darkness, watching intently the man in front of me fidget with nervousness. He could not see my shadowed face, but I could see his. The young man, couldn’t be older than twenty-five, was standing here, in my presence. I could see why he’s nervous. He’s never done anything like this before. I grinned on the inside, and wondered what he would need my services for.
“So…Mr. Andrews, is it? You’ve come here for a particular reason. Spit it out.” I told him coldly, watching him sweat. The one named Richard Andrews responded.
“I understand you’re in the human trafficking business.”
“Ah, you mean the slave market? Yes, I am.”
“I need your help in acquiring a certain person.”
“I don’t think you know how this works, Mr. Andrews. I collect my own stock; I train them, I mold them, then I make them ready for sale. I generally do not do special orders. Especially not for first time customers. There’s the door.” I told him, pointing in the direction of the exit. My free hand rested on my current trainee, Teresa. She was one of the dark-stock, my term for African Americans. She was naked, of course, her massive tits swaying as she licked my balls, one hand supporting herself, the other masturbating my cock. She was coming close to the end of her training; soon she would be fit for sale. I had no attachment to her; she was just another girl, in the hundreds that I’ve trained since I’ve entered the business.
“W-wait! Please! I need this girl! I’ll be willing to do anything! I’m willing to pay anything!” These words made me stop for a moment. Normally I sell my slaves at $25,000, double that for “special orders”. But if he’s serious, then I can make a good 100k off of a job that I love doing. I glanced down at Teresa, who was obediently sucking my dick, and gripped her hair tightly, causing her to moan in pain. I pulled her head down, so that she was deepthroating me, and I replied.
“Well Mr. Andrews, since you’re here, you know how much it is for my slaves. So you must have at least a respectable amount of money in your name. I will ask for no less than $100,000 dollars, and it will be paid half now, half when you receive your product. Do you understand?” I asked him, that superiority I use on my slaves on him. I know he was weak. If I was into male stock, then I could easily acquire him and sell him on the market. Fortunately for him, it was women that held my interest. I relaxed my hold on Teresa and allowed her to breathe, and she continued to suck my cock, even though she was short of breath.
“Yes, yes of course. Here, I have pictures of the one I want.” He told me, excitement in his voice. He was getting closer to his dream, I realized. I snapped my fingers, and immediately, one of my personal slaves, Ashley, rose off the floor from her knees and walked to Andrews and took the pictures he had in his hand. She gave me the pictures, and I studied her for a moment.
She was average height for a girl, roughly 5’6, hazel eyes, and chestnut brown hair. She was mostly Caucasian, but with a slight tan that gave me the feeling that she was Italian. She was athletic, probably a cheerleader, couldn’t be much older than 18. Her tits were relatively average, a nice 36-C, a bit larger than I was used to working, but good for me, nonetheless. I’ve seen thousands of tits in my profession; there weren’t as many 36-Cs that you might think. She was good looking, I suppose, I’ve dealt with beautiful women. Ugly women don’t strike my fancy; they’re only good for their innocence, or virginity. I usually sell them to Arabs wholesale, they can’t get enough of the American Virgin. Wholesale meaning that the product I sell has little to no training.
“What’s the target’s name?” I asked, staring down at the picture. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I leaned back a bit in my chair, allowing the exhausted Teresa to get a bit more comfortable. She’d been sucking my dick for over an hour, as I told her she wasn’t allowed to stop until she made me cum. The thing about having women every day of every year, you learned control. The longest I’ve ever gone is about 6 hours, after which it took my slave an hour to clean up the mess. I began to slide my fingers through her hair, as though I was petting a dog. Of course, by now, Teresa realized that she was nothing more than my pet. Stupid bitch, she had so much attitude when I first captured her. Now she is thankful that all she needs to do is suck my dick.
“Crystal Forscythe.” He told me, and it was then that I understood where I seen her before. The senator’s daughter, Arnold Forscythe. She was recently involved in a sex scandal that of course the media tore apart, but fortunately for the senator the scandal didn’t occur until shortly after the election, where it couldn’t hurt him a whole lot. This sort of news is forgotten after a few months. This sort of thing intrigued me. It’s been a while since I’ve had a high-profile slave. The challenge was obviously to avoid getting caught. Capturing her would be especially easy, considering she was high profile and the media was probably waiting for her at the door.
“Well Mr. Andrews, being that she’s a senator’s daughter certainly complicates things. Therefore I’m going to double my price, plus expenses.” I lowered the paper, watching him. He looked furious.
“200 plus expenses!? Are you insane!? You can’t-“ he tried to speak, before I moved my face into the light, staring him down. It was my turn to show my anger. My eyes were blazing with pure fury, teeth grit tightly, as I stared into his eyes.
“You insult me, Mr. Andrews. You seem to think that in this business, you can negotiate, but I’m afraid that’s not the way it works. I set the price, you pay, you get your product, and you leave. No questions asked, nor answered. Now, thanks to your audacity, Teresa here will be punished severely, because I hate it when my clients insult me.” I told him, and I gripped her hair so tightly that with a small flick of my wrist a chunk of her hair would be ripped out. Teresa cried out in pain, but her mouth did not leave my cock. He pissed me the fuck off. The two hundred thousand dollars was the only thing that kept me from smashing his skull, and if he were smart, he’d take the offer immediately.
“…Ye-yes…understood. I’ll wire the money immediately.” He stammered, and began to back away. I relaxed, and let go of Teresa’s hair. She moaned in relief, and began bobbing her head up and down on my dick once more. I leaned back, covering my face once more in shadow.
“Here’s how this works. You’ll wire 100,000 dollars to an account that I designate. Because of this special order requires some planning, I cannot be distracted, so you will not contact me; I will contact you. Also, I will begin the project no less than three weeks from now, so that I can get my current trainees ready for sale. Teresa here,” I gripped her hair tightly to cause her to shriek, “is one of them. Because of such a steep price, I will ensure that the finished product will be of the highest quality. I will devote my full attention to the training of your future slave. Is this acceptable, Mr. Andrews?” I asked, pushing Teresa’s head down once more to deepthroat my dick. She began to gag as saliva dripped steadily from her mouth to my pubic area.
“100% understood.” He replied, still shaken from my outburst. I don’t usually get like that, but when a submissive man attempts to control the situation, well, that doesn’t make me happy. Lucky for him, 200k saves him from ripping him apart. Unlucky for Teresa, however. Perhaps I’ll anal rape her again.
“Well Mr. Andrews, do you have the five thousand required upon visit?” I asked, motioning with my hand for him to give it to me. He nodded, and began to walk towards me. “Stop!” I shouted at him, and he did so immediately. I snapped my fingers, and once more, Ashley rose from her knees to take the money from him. I usually charge five grand just to meet with me, but I make exceptions for usual customers. I glanced at it, tossing the bundle into the air before placing it in my pocket.
“Very well Mr. Andrews, it’s a deal. One other thing. If you think to betray me, you do so at your own peril. I’m successful in this business because I have the connections, and I know what to look for. If you double-cross me, believe me, I will go after your family. I will take your little 15-year old sister, and I will train her, and I will rape her, constantly, every single day for what’s left of her life. Then I will sell her to my customers in the middle east, where she will die the second she displeases her masters. A most painful, excruciating death, believe me. And I will torture you, and have that little slut that you wish to keep as a slave help me. Believe me, knowing that you are the one that caused her change in lifestyle; she will not be pleased with you. You will rot until you die, do you understand, Mr. Andrews?” I told him, with a slightly pleasant voice. He nodded, shaking with fear.
“Well then, Mr. Andrews. Thank you for coming. A little token of my appreciation is in order. Lily.” I snapped my fingers, and she quickly rose from the prone position on the floor to her knees.
“Yes master?” She asked, quickly. Little Asian bitch. Another from my personal collection of slaves. I like to keep a slave of every ethnicity, except for Arabs. I may sell to them, but I can’t stand the bitches. Best let scum stay with scum. If I find a better slave that strikes my fancy, then I simply sell the other bitch and let the new one take her place.
“Take Mr. Andrews here to one of the guest chambers and stay with him the night. If he is at all displeased with you, believe me, you will pay for that.” She nodded quickly, and then rose from her knees to take Mr. Andrews away. As she scurried away, I looked back down to Teresa. The memories of Mr. Andrews outburst came flooding back to me. I felt like a lightning bolt of anger just surged through me. I grabbed her hair tightly, and her little brown eyes looked up at me in fear. With my cock still in her mouth, she began to lick furiously at the head in order to still my anger in the slightest. Too bad I’m too good at my job.
“Well you little whore, unfortunately for you, Mr. Andrews pissed me off, and now, you get to pay the price.” She shook her head, begging me no, but I wasn’t having any of it. I ripped her from my dick by her hair and began to drag her to my personal chambers. She was sobbing hysterically, but made no attempt to stop me, as she knew she would only make it ten times worse on herself.
“Please master, no, I beg you, please!!” She was shouting desperately at me. I let go of her hair for a moment, and then slapped her with about half of my strength, which was enough to send her sprawling across the floor.
“Did you already forget how to speak as a fucking slave!?” I growled at her, glaring at her. She cried even harder.
“This slut is sorry master! She will not do it again!” She replied, speaking properly now. I grabbed her by her hair again, and dragged her up to my door, when I opened it and threw her inside. She flew into the room and rolled on the floor, still crying. My room was fit for a king, with the California queen bed sitting in the middle. Sex toys and BDSM items hung from the walls, a stripper pole stood on the side of the bed, and my 56’ plasma screen TV sat on the wall towards the foot of the bed. My dresser had a massive boom box atop of it, in case I wanted to play striptease with my sluts. Before my trainee’s night of torture, I decided that after the hour-plus blowjob she’d given me, I might as well finish it. So I took a belt, wrapped around her neck and the stripper pole while she sat, not quite enough to choke her unless she decided to give some resistance, and moved over her.
“And this begins your punishment, my little whore.” I told her, and then pushed my 8-inch dick into her mouth slowly, to wet it up with her spit, before I started. I throat-fucked her; violently, like a train. She gagged and choked, but it meant nothing to me. She knew that she was in for hell if she bit on my cock, so with all the strength she possessed she kept her mouth open. And I throat fucked her for a good five minutes. What was five minutes compared to an hour?
By the time I was ready, Teresa looked as if she was preparing to lose consciousness. I pulled my dick from her throat and began jerking myself profusely, staring down at the stupid dark-stock bitch who gave me the attitude only 2 weeks ago. From “Back the fuck off, nigga!” to “This slut is sorry master!” was one hell of a transition, to say the least. I began to cum, spraying my load all over her face. Some of my orgasm flew to her tits, some onto her hair. It didn’t matter; the stupid bitch was full of the shit anyways. I sighed with pleasure, grinning down at her cum-struck body. Now it was time to begin the torture.
“So here’s how it works, whore.” I took some fire-chili sauce, and I poured it into a penis gag. Then, after capping it off, I pushed the dildo down her throat, where the chili sauce began to drip slowly from the penis to the back of her throat. At the same time, the belt didn’t allow her a whole lot of movement without choking herself, so she was in quite the predicament. I then placed a small gadget on her shoulder that looked much like something you would see out of Star Trek. The device acted much like a V-chip, except that whenever she would attempt to make a sound, the device would shock her to silence. This was how I kept my bitches silent while I was sleeping.
“If I wake up in the night because of you, you can wear that all day tomorrow too. But, when I wake up of my own accord, and you don’t wake me up, then I’ll do you the favor of removing the gag, but only if you a particularly obedient slave when I wake up, is that understood?” I asked, staring into her eyes. She nodded slowly, fearful tears dripping from her eyes. “Good, my little whore…”I told her, and moved into my silk robe, before crawling into my bed. I called Ashley into the room to massage me, until I finally fell asleep.
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