This is the final chapter of adopted slave
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Chapter 20 ( Endings for now )
It was now over two years since I decided to set up the slave training and processing business. Alex and I were now millionaires from the sale of slaves and the assets we had accumulated from the richer ones. For several weeks we had been discussing how things were working and had begun planning our next steps as slave owners and sellers. William, who had joined us as a Master, several months before, seemed to have lost interest in the business and certainly didn't play as much of an active role in acquiring and training slaves as he had when he first arrived with his own original slaves. He still regularly fucked the twins and used them in other ways but even his interest in owning them had dwindled.
The brother slaves were thriving. We still rented them out, on a rotating basis, to our Master contact with an illegal Chav BDSM club. All three of them had taken to both slavery and their chav personas and they were a massive hit with the regulars at the club we sent them to. We very much cared for them and especially liked the money we made from prostituting them so we ensure they were well fed and had regular health checks in addition to top of the range chav and scally gear. When they weren't naked at home they were always in their tight trackie bottoms and trainers often stained with piss and cum from their nights at the club. They were lucky that they had served us so well as, apart from the twins, we had lost interest in all our other house slaves and sold them on. That's not to say that some we sold didn't end up in decent slave positions with a relatively good life. Many of course would have been used relentlessly and brutally for their lifespan.
Unexpectedly one evening William told us that he had decided to sell the twins to the Arabic Master so that he could sell them on the international slave market. As Alex and I had decided that we were ready for a new challenge and were getting frustrated with the lack of commitment shown by William to the business we came up with a very different plan. We were also very fond of the twins and I felt a commitment to them as their original owner had asked me to look after them when he was dying. We told William that we were thinking of relocating and stating a fresh business and that we would sell him the current estate at a reasonable price. He was extremely happy with this and told us that he was hoping to return to a regular life and live with a partner as a couple.
After some conversations with pup hector's Owner we put our plan into action. One evening, after some heavy drinking and fucking the brother slaves together, we asked William to sign some paperwork that would transfer the estate to him for an agreed, quite low, sum of money. As William was drunk he didn't realise that he was actually signing away his percentage of the assets to me and Alex. We continued filling up his glass, which he thought was as a celebration. When he was incredibly drunk and happy Alex injected him with a sedative.
When William awoke he/it was already the property of pup hector's Owner. As it opened its eyes it realised that something or someone was sniffing its arse. Pup hector wagged its tail and continued enjoying the smell of its new pup brother and continued cleaning out pup william's dirty hole.
With William out of the way our new plans began to take shape quite quickly. We had decided to set up a new voluntary slavery programme which would focus on offering short breaks for slaves who wanted consensual slave training. We debated what sort of training facility we wanted and bought a small island off the Welsh coast but also decided to keep the mansion and estate. There was already a house on the island which had been converted from an old fort. The reason that we bought it was because it already had ample storage space for slaves built in (from its original usage many years before). We also found a house on a cove that we could use to transport slaves to the island in a discrete way. Whilst this was an unnecessary expense it gave us moorings for a boat and increased our safety.
During the transition period we took the opportunity to tidy up the main estate and decided to sell some furniture off. When we went upstairs, we explored areas we had not paid attention to and Alex got the house plans out and we found that there was an extensive attic which we had not ever used. There was also, at the back of a cupboard, a large room which would be a perfect room to build a play space in. The previous owner had not shown us an attic, so I had assumed there was not one which was accessible.
I decided to get a builder to look at the space and see how it could be used . We got the slaves to clean it and the spaces looked a lot better. The main bedroom and large room could be converted into a slave barracks and the upstairs attic would make a great bedroom /playroom. The twins and brother slaves provided as much of the labour as possible to sort out the space. There was lots of natural light into the room and we made a wet area in the bedroom so one end of the space was set out with wardrobes etc and we also hung a number of mirrors throughout the space to make it more roomy . It was also a way of getting some defined spaces and we added a lighting system so the lights could be varied and changed. By the time the works were complete the mansion on the estate looked completely transformed.
We then turned our attention to the new venture on the island. We did not want any external contractors involved so we spent a month there converting it with the slaves. During this time we also did some targeted adverts for slaves with building skills. We met two of them in our normal way. Both were interested in consensual slavery if we made the right offer . This obviously pissed me and Alex off so we sent two of the brother slaves to meet them as bait and both hooked them. They were quite drunk by the time they got back to the estate and as the next day was a Sunday they were rapidly transformed. We did nothing to their faces until their final journey to the island. Both of these slaves were big guys in terms of height and weight so we kept them in a permanent leg manacles and weights so they could not cause us any problems trying to escape.
We discussed with the Arabic Master our project and we agreed that if any of our holiday slaves wanted permanent enslavement we would contact him. He did ask that we train new Masters for him as well, all as part of our ongoing training relationship. We had timed our move to March so we had the summer to explore what we could do on the island, develop our new initiative and support the Arabic Master's requests.
A great deal had happened in a couple of years and I relished all the new opportunities ahead. I often wondered about what had happened to some of the slaves I had owned or processed and sold on. I didn't really care about their wellbeing but found the modern slave trading world fascinating. Masters and Owners were so diverse and their needs and requirements even more so. Some needed servants, others a sex toy and still more pain pigs. I felt content that I had provided a valuable service.
This is the end of this story for now but I will revisit this story in 2021 and provide an update on what happened to all of the slaves introduced in Adopted slave.
I, assisted by slave david, am also working on the next story which is called "Master slave couple Therapy". I have already written 30,000 words. This will be finished before it's uploaded to Nifty in January 2021 at a chapter a week.
Any feedback would be appreciated and if you want chapter 1 of my new story pre Nifty please email me.