WIO/Vixxen/s/Try to sleep Day2
From Create Your Own Story
You wake up, realizing quickly you are in a strange room, the large and nice one from last night.
As you begin to get up a dark skinned waiter unlocks your door, and walks in with breakfast. It is a very healthy breakfast, egg whites, non acidic fruits, toast, and some water. You haven't eaten in a while so you eat this food quickly, then get up to use your restroom. It is well outfitted, you shower and brush and rinse, skipping on the morning fuck of your shower head, under the circumstances that doesn't seem appropriate.
After you shower, you towel yourself off, and realize the complete lack of clothing available in this room. You have nothing to cover up with, but start looking around the room to see what is what. You see at least three cameras, then find another two in the bathroom, privacy will not be a part of whatever this is. Your door unlocks and opens, and a small and well dressed old man again enters.
"Hello there, welcome to my home. My name is Mr. Chambers," He seems friendly enough, sitting at the corner of your bed.
"Hi there Mr. Chambers, what is going on here?" You ask, seeing a quick and dangerous look in your eye.
"You have been sold to me my dear, by your worthless father in law. It seems he has fantasized about you as your grew and filled out for some years, however his poor state of finances made this transaction possible" The old man says sternly, "You are now my personal property, as are all of the women in my home, and I will require that you call me master."
You start to ask a question and he interrupts, "As you are new here it is important that you understand a few things." As he says this he begins taking off his clothing, "Your body is now mine to command, and yours to care for. I expect that you work out each day for at least one hour, with at least ten hours of exercise per week minimum. Your diet will be controlled, as we know how many calories you need and when you need them, and allowances are made for any sperm you swallow."
You feel powerless in this moment, you are bigger than this man in size, but you dare not even speak.
"I will earn a tide profit off of your young body, I an my staff will use your body for our enjoyment, and when you have grown too old or too fat to take care of our customers I will then put you up for resale." He is now completely naked, with a small dick hanging soft off of a small frame. "Make it last, as resale is not a good option. Our whores have ended up being sold to into Arab harems, inter city whore houses, and into the service of any number of undesirable pornographic occupations."
"What do you want me to do?" You ask quietly.
The small old man has his belt in a moment, and gives you a stinging smack on your naked ass with it, the smack is very loud. You dare not yell, just looking at him as if to say why?
"You will address me, and me alone as master." He says, more menacingly than a man of his stature should be able to. "At all times. All other men are sir, all other women are maam'. Other than Sylvia, who you will address as mistress." His tone softens a bit, and in a nicer manner he says, "The appropriate question would have been something like this. Pardon me, what do you want me to do master? Or Pardon me master, what would you like for me to do?"
"Pardon me Master, what would you have me do?" You ask, remembering what the other man said about consequences. You need to get along and survive while you figure out where you are.
"Now you have the idea. You are going to fuck me, and you are going to show me all you have to give." Mr. Chambers tells you, "This session will determine where you fit in our pecking order of slave girls."
"We have fifteen slave girls on property of various ethnicities, Some remain upstairs and primarily service myself, my grandson, Sylvia, and my personal assistant Jackson, whom you met last night."
"If things go perfectly for you, you may spend your days in luxury, servicing only us and the occasional high end guest, at least for a few years." He continues, "I would assume you are not likely to meet that standard, being on the young side. So a lesser position is more likely."
"What is a lesser position Master?" You ask, fuck this guy for making a black girl call a white man master.
"I have a sort of a rotation of girls here my dear slave. There are a few who serve upstairs, who spend their days in comfort, but naked and who would bathe, and please those of us who live upstairs. Your chance for that is that my grandson likes you, he tends to like colored girls. There are a few who serve the ground level, they service my guests, and my paying customers. Those who live in the basement service the facility staff, and serve us when we hold glory hole, gang bang or bukkake parties."
"When girls perform poorly enough to earn removal from the basement, we hold a public event for them, the recent examples have been required to service a farm animal prior to sale to the worst possible new owner." The old man grins, "I give you my word you never want to be in that group, however it is eventually likely."
"Why would it be likely in the future master?" Fuck no on farm animals you think, you plan to escape but you are not touching animals.
"Our slaves rotate, who want's to fuck the same girls all the time after all?" So you could be the best and most enthusiastic fuck in the world, but when we grow tired of your services you go down a level. Grow fat or grow old, you go down a level." He continues with a smile, "Now that I have purchased you, there will be a round of demotions, and one of our basement slaves will end up performing an eviction ceremony with my favorite horse. You should be able to see that in a day or two, it will be good for your motivation."
What the fuck dad? Why? Why me? Why here? What a fucking asshole. Why didn't you stay with Lisa's dad, why didn't you run when he said to? Fuck!
The old man lays down on the bed, "Your test begins now, please me with your body slave."
| Status | ||
| Day | 1 | Inventory:
Phone, wallet. |
| Time | 7:00 | |
| Money | $00 | |
