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TO RECAP -- I took over Mr. Avery's personal condo at auction. I had his name changed to "BITCH" and he is fitted with a voice box that will send a sock to the balls of all the slaves if he makes a sound.
His wife was sold to a friend that loves throwing big parties and I have a live feed that I can turn on to watch her getting fucked and used.
David, his oldest son that he was grooming to take over the business, is a jock. He must have spent as much time in the gym as he did in the board room. There was also a rumor that many of the ladies in the office were fair game for him.
Richard was the middle son, and you could tell he was not dad's favorite. He was more eager to please and I could tell from the beginning that he wouldn't put up any resistance.
Mike was the youngest son. He was 13 when he was sold into slavery to pay off his dad's debts. By law, he was too young to serve so he was in a court ordered school for boys that would become slaves. On his fourteenth birthday, he can be moved to the same slave training academy that the others had gone to, and that's only a few days away.
All the house slaves; bitch, david, and dick, were fitted with chastity devises that had a shock devise added to them just under their balls. If slave bitch makes a sound, it will shock them all with a big enough jolt that it will bring them to their knees, if not worse. It can also be triggered with a remote for a milder shock to let them know I need them, or a more intense for training purposes.
Corporate Slavery, Chapter 2
I wake up in the morning to a slave kneeling at the side of my bed, ready for my morning piss, and another slave kneeling with a tray that has my coffee, black and hot, a cigar, and my tablet already loaded with current market info and my schedule. It took me a few weeks to get used to pissing into a slave's mouth while reading the morning news and looking over my day. It took me less time to get used to a good morning cigar and blowjob.
The slave, dick, has become a great little cock sucker and piss drinker, but his older brother still does it because he has to, not because he likes it. That makes it so much more fun of course. Seeing the disgust on his face while I hear him gulping down my morning piss.
I also found out that while he was in boarding school and college, he was considered to be quite a stud. So having him prep and light my cigar before sucking my cock in the morning is as much for his good as it is for me. If I don't break that sense of contempt out of him, he could never serve me fully.
It shouldn't surprise anyone that I tend to work from home more now than I used to. Afterall, I own one of the largest companies in the world. Thanks to the bitch's inability to work with me, once I had acquired his company at pennies on the dollar, and his family, I was now one of the most important men alive.
I have taken to have dick accompany me to the office when I do go in. It isn't all that uncommon to see personal slaves in public. And with my standing, I guess the only thing that is shocking is that I only usually have one slave with me. While at the office, there is a built-in slave compartment in the bathroom and my office desk was modified so that the slave can be under there, cock in its mouth, while I work without anyone knowing.
While I am away from the condo, the slaves that remain have a set routine. Cleaning, cooking, and chores occupy their time. I have all my shoes polished daily. I give the bitch my meals for the week and expect them ready when I get there. The slaves eat a special slave food that I spend way too much money on, but it is required by the government and was created to maintain a slave in excellent health. The new playroom also has to be cleaned and reset daily. I have found that I use it almost daily to relieve stress. The dildos have to be washed, the restraints replaced, and often there are puddles of piss, puke, or cum that have to be licked up.
If the slaves find that there is nothing to do, I require them to kneel at the side of the door and wait. So if they finish everything too fast, they end up kneeling at the door for hours. I have cameras all over the condo so I can check on them and I can use the remote to shock their balls if I see something I don't like.
Of course, the slaves are not allowed to use the bathroom without permission. So, when I am gone all day long, I allow them to urinate once after lunch. To keep it interesting, slave david has to piss into his own father's mouth. I think he enjoys this since he still blames his father for everything that has happened to them. bitch has to piss into a bottle meant to feed newborn cows and then attach the cock nipple to it and suck the piss out of it. That's actually how bitch gets all its liquid. The funny thing about it, the cock nipple was molded from my own 9"er and the bitch has to work it with its throat and tongue to get the liquid flowing.
As for shitting, that isn't a real problem because the slave training center sold me one of their slave cleaning toilets for the slave's cell. It's quite funny to watch them sit on that stainless pole like dildo that fills their cunts with water. Then they simply squat over the bowl and let the water out. Failure to be clean when I use a slave's cunt is harshly punished.
I have been so impressed with the slave training facility; I own it now. Tonight, I am throwing a party for the management team of the facility in my condo. The slaves are going to enjoy seeing their trainers and torturers. I have arranged a special demonstration tonight as well; bitch is going to be whipped until it screams. I am going to give each man 10 swings. The first to make bitch scream gets a $1000 bill. Each scream after that is a $100 bill. If it works, all three slaves will be too sore to move tomorrow.
Both david and dick will be on urinal and ashtray duty. I am bringing in a couple of real waiters and a chef to cater for the event. And I have had 50 Cuban cigars flown in from Havana to go with the single barrel Jack Daniels.
I plan on making sure my guests leave, knowing how much I appreciate them. I just wonder what they would think when I fire about half of them next week. While they are very good at what they do, I want to make sure some of my people are in there so I can get a few policy changes instituted. Tonight, will help me figure out who needs to go.
After I got home the first thing, I had to do was get david and dick started on prepping the room. Getting out the crystal rocks glasses their dad had bought and used when he entertained here instead of going home to his family. Making sure the ashtrays were licked clean. And making sure the chef and waiters were all drained before the guests arrived. I walked in while the chef was deep in david's throat to the point david was turning blue. The chef pulled about six inches out, just enough that david could gulp a breath then went back down to the balls.
Two of the waiters had dick spit roasted across a serving cart. "Make sure dick cleans out his cunt before my guests get here, david's tongue should do the work." I said turning to deal with bitch.
In the playroom, bitch was strung up hanging from its wrists, attached to a wench from the ceiling. It knew better to look me in the face, and I spun it around a few times laughing at it.
"I bet you didn't think you would be hanging from this shit when you put it in." I love rubbing bitch's nose in it. "You have been here almost a year, and you haven't made more than a whisper of noise. Tonight, you will be screaming. And if your boys don't beg me to castrate them in the morning from all the pain you are about to cause them, I will do this again next week."
I stopped to let that sink in.
"And in case you forgot bitch, tomorrow is little mikey's birthday. By this time tomorrow he will be in route to the slave training facility."
A tear fell from bitch's face. I could go get dressed for the party now.
By 7 pm, most of the guests had arrived and I was starting the process of feeling them out. I was making small talk asking about their politics, beliefs, ideas, and goals. The first sign of mercy, leniency, or empathy and they went on the list.
There was a small group of trainers around david while he was kneeling in the corner. I was curious so I walked over. The trainers were laughing and joking while david had 4 cigars balanced on its open mouth and what I hoped was cum, but was probably spit, irritated its now blood shot eyes. As I turned to leave, I noticed one of the trainers was quietly kicking david's balls. Then I heard a round of laughter as the cigars fell lit end first into david's mouth. I realized it must have been a game. I made a note to ask the rules later and promote all the trainers there.
In the other corner, dick had one of the board members in front of him with a glass of whiskey balanced on his forehead and the man pissing into his mouth. I walked up behind him and waited for him to finish.
"What do you think of this one?" I asked.
He looked me in the eye and without hesitation went into what I am sure was a prepared speech about the inequalities of this system. I was about to write him off when he said something that caught my attention. He was talking about slave breeding.
Now this was interesting. My knowledge of slavery came from people being sold to pay debt, or as criminals. I never knew they could be bred like livestock. This guy deserves more time than I could give him. He's on my radar.
After about an hour of whiskey and cigars, I decided it was time for the entertainment. I gathered everyone together and then announced tonight's game. Once the rules and prizes were made clear, I went over and opened the hidden door in the living room wall, and everyone walked into the playroom.
Inspections were made. The trainers checked the bindings and started talking strategy by the wall of whips and floggers. I decided that rank should have its privilege, so the board members went first.
As I expected, none of the board members could make bitch scream. I got a few whimpers and a moan, but no screams. Nothing loud enough to make the noise detector go off. The board member that I was talking to about breeding slaves did the best.
Then the managers took over. There were four of them and the first two didn't impress me, but the third had skill. He swung the whip like an expert and did something I hadn't expected. He allowed the tail of the whip to wrap around the slave's side. It took me a minute and on the third swing I figured it out just as the tip of the whip hit bitch's nipple. I could see the pain in bitch's eyes, and I could see the muscles all tense. Swing four and five missed, swing six hit the button and bitch let out a blood curdling scream that cause both david and dick to scream from the other room. Capitalizing on his last swing, the manager's last four swings all landed with precision, causing an almost continuous scream from all three slaves.
The next manager got two screams out of bitch. Not bad but not good either.
When the trainers started in on bitch, they were getting almost perfect records managing nine to ten screams each. What they knew that the managers didn't know was how to prolong the screaming. Allowing bitch just enough time to recover between swings.
All totaled, the night cost me about $13,500. I was so happy, bitch was horse, and when I went into the living room, both david and dick were laying in puddles of puke and piss holding their crotches crying.
I asked if any of the trainers wanted to make some extra money. Two volunteered and I paid them to supervise the clean up while I went to bed. I doubted any of the slaves were going to get to sleep tonight, but I went to bed laughing and thinking about what a bad day mikey was going to have tomorrow. HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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