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Seated behind an immaculate metal desk, Jasmine Hussan calmly took a sip of tea, her pale green eyes fixed on the daily paper in front of her. “Female Slave Population reaches 2 Million!” it read, the heading in thick bold black letters to grab the attention of every chauvinistic man who passed it: a select few pictures inside depicting many beauties collared and gagged, serving their owners unquestionably. Setting her tea cup down gently on the leather coaster on her polished desk, Jasmine couldn't help but arch her full, chocolate colored lips into a smile. 2 million! Even now as she sat comfortably in her Italian leather chair in her office that overlooked the city, there were two million pussies out there getting screwed till they turned red, and then some more. A damp, moist sensation between her legs alerted Jasmine to the fact her groin enjoyed the same mental images.
“Mmmrff!”
Lifting her pale green eyes from the reading material she was clearly enjoying, Miss.Hussan's sight came to rest upon the figure that broke the placid silence.
“What's wrong? Didn't you see the headlines?” She teased, her pretty face staying calm and expressing very little emotion during what should be one of the happiest moments of her young life.
“Mmmrff! Mmmmrfffggh!” Was the aggressive, if not muffled, response to her patronizing tease.
“Aww, that's no way to act is it?” Jasmine continued, spinning her chair to the side and moving around to the front of her desk.
“You should be happy! 2 million women are currently out there, tied, bound, gagged and serving predominantly male owners…what a victory for anti-feminists”
Hanging from the roof via a rather tight set of cuffs around his wrists, was Junior Executive Mark Conner. Butt naked, his rather trim body covered with insults written in texta, his balls having long since gone purple due to the rubber bands tightly wrapped around the base of his scrotum and his ability to speak muffled via a pussy-gag, the once proud and ambitious young man had recently spent a night of pure abuse and degradation at the hands of a group of rather sexually depraved women: Jasmine making sure she caught the whole thing on tape. The movie would make her a handsome little profit on the female underground: more money to be added to her already considerably large bank account. Jasmine could have shaken her own hand at the idea, degrading a man and making a profit in the process, was there truly any better way to spend the evening?
“Be proud to be part of a minority” Miss.Husan mocked, quickly taking a step back as Mark made a futile attempt to lunge at her: the chain from the roof ensuring all he did was swing humiliatingly from the roof like meat on a string in front of a hungry predator.
Calmly moving around behind Mr.Conner, out of his field of vision, Jasmine grinned as she looked at his ass. Stripes of purple were streaked sideways across his rather firm buttocks: testimony to the caning it had received the night before. Adding to the humiliation, the words “Insert Here” were written on his lower back with an arrow below it pointing down to his ass. The images were still fresh in Jasmines mind. Images of Mark being bent over her desk, tied into position as the 5 women had their fun with him. She had especially loved it when he eventually burst into tears: the thought even now causing her to chuckle slightly at the delicious memory.
“How many times did they violate you?” she asked, her voice a low whisper as she brought her lips within only a few centimeters of his ear. Marks response was less than enthusiastic, as he tried to stay quite to scrap together whatever shreds of self-respect he still had. “How many times, did they screw you?” Jasmine continued, ensuring that her voice was sensual yet mockingly cruel. “From memory, Id say about… a few dozen times…” Emphasizing her point, Jasmine slowly slid her hands around Marks waist, her soft touch disguising the wicked pain that each seemingly innocent hand could inflict. He pulled away sharply, as if contact with her resurfaced the horrid memories of the previous night.
“…each”
Jasmine recoiled herself, grinning wickedly as Mark tried once again to throw her off. After all, Jasmine was dressed in a $2000 ladies business suit, the thought of having any of that texta, lip stick, female cum or a range of other things Mark still had smeared across his lean muscled body was just horrid. Besides, in a few hours her clothes would have a higher market price than Mark would himself.
Chuckling heartedly to herself, Jasmine moved back to her desk, placing her nicely toned back side on the front of it, using the visitors chair as a foot stool.
“Oh, don't worry honey…” she continued, the hint of mirth still in her seductive voice.
“I did you a few times as well if that makes you feel any better”
“Mmmrfgh!!” Mark muffled aggressively, the notion of being screwed by a woman, let alone a foreigner, injecting a short lived dose of energy into him. Energy that was wasted in a futile attempt at trying to insult her: it only succeeded in helping Jasmine laugh, which she did.
“Darling, do not feel bad about your position…its quite common for rivals to screw each other over” Miss.Hussan smirked, flashing a set of pearly white teeth at her corny antic.
A sudden BEEP broke the joy within the room, causing Jasmine to look over in the direction of her intercom and calmly press the speaker button.
“Yes?”
“Miss.Hussan, the cleaners are here to clean your office during your board meeting” it was Jasmines secretary, Karen.
“Mmmrfhg!! Mmmmrgh!!”
Jasmine had to hand it to Mark, he had shown quite a lot of spirit. The last male that hung in his position – of which there had been about, 53 – didn't even have the energy to weep, let alone attempt to get his muffled voice heard on a speaker phone in a desperate last attempt for help. However, his chances of freedom now were nil, Jasmines secretary knew about the whole deal.
“Ah, thank you dear, send them in and tell Mr.Manle that Ill be right up in about 10 minutes”
“Very well maam”
“Thank you dear”
Shutting off the intercom, Jasmine looked back at Mark, hanging from the center of her office.
“Its not so bad being a sex slave…” She started up again, taking quite a lot of enjoyment in verbally prodding him, hoping for another futile outburst. Men were so sensitive when you began to damage their pride, and Mark was no excuse.
“You would be surprised to know just how many lesbian cells out there you could get sold to, each one dying to get its hands on another male for week long exhibitions…”
Even from where she was, seating a good 2 meters away from her helpless captive, Jasmine could see the fear brewing in his eyes. Good, he should be scared. Jasmine had visited a few of the clubs he was likely to be sold to, and even she had cringed at times when watching what happened to the males on display. The ones where the cults were involved were the worst…being a male and getting sold to one of those was a practical death sentence.
A knock on the door stopped Jasmine from continuing, breaking her out of her quick day dream.
“I wonder who that could be” She winked, using her hand as a mallet and slamming it against Marks purple balls as she strode past him. He was still groaning in agony when Jasmine opened the door, a pair of well built, athletic women dressed as janitors were waiting for her on the other side.
Smiling a welcome, Jasmine stood aside to allow the women to enter, pulling their cleaning trolley with them as Miss.Hussan quickly closed the door once they had entered.
“You remember these two ladies don't you?” Jasmine spoke, walking back in front of a now truly frightened Mark.
“I think you'll remember her…” She continued, pointing a finger at the tall blonde “…ramming a studded strap on into you, while she…” Jasmine motioned towards the average sized brunette”….rammed one down your throat”. The indications of fear were evident in Marks eyes, as they widened at the sight of two of the 5 women who had robbed him of all dignity and self-respect the evening before.
The blonde smiled wickedly as she reached into one of her pockets, pulling out a large wad of cash and handing it over to Jasmine, her eyes lighting up at the sight of money: her one true vice. Nodding her appreciation, Jasmine split the large wad up, sliding a part each under her nice rounded breasts in her bra. Sighing sweetly as she brushed back her long, raven black hair and tied it into a pony tail, Jasmine headed towards the door, turning at the last moment just to offer a last comment word.
“Nice doing business with you ladies…and, if you're going to have a bit of fun again…” She added, noticing that the blonde was already fitting a strap on to her hips, the metal studs across the shaft gleaming with sinister intent. “…try to keep it down. By the way, there is a cat-o-nine tails in my cupboard, just put it back once you're done with it. Oh, and try not to make too much of a mess…”
Moving out the door, and closing it behind her, Jasmine walked past her blonde, white secretary, the slave collar around her slender neck just peeking out from behind a ladies formal dress top. Well, maybe not all female sex slaves were owned just by men…Jasmine had bought this little beauty a few months back when she had been employed by this company and the need for a secretary was evident. Besides, shoving her slaves face between her legs during lunch breaks on a daily basis was something to look forward to each day: plus the rim jobs she gave were utterly fantastic.
“I informed Mr.Manle that you were coming right up Ma'am…” Karen told her owner, her blue eyes fixed on the lovely Middle Eastern woman who counted her amongst her possessions. She was rewarded with a smile, her owner arching her luscious chocolate colored lips. For Karen, that was enough.
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Having a place upon the board of directors for such a corporation as GenTech was truly a stunning achievement for a woman, especially one of only 23 years of age. Ever since the governments of the world had collapsed under the strain of debt, corruption and lack of public faith, Corporations had been gobbling up all the power they could get as they took the place as law makers from the previously elected government. To assist profits, women had been deemed second class citizens, enabling them to be sold into slavery via influential people who could capture them without attracting interest from law enforcement. It was a legal procedure which had doomed a generation of beautiful young females to a life of sexual servitude. For a woman to even have come this far in the corporate game, especially a woman of Arabic decent, Jasmine was indeed either a highly lucky or highly influential woman, probably both. The truth however, was Jasmines ambition and utter ruthlessness when dealing with competition. Those above her on the corporate hierarchy knew she played dirty, but so far no one had been able to catch her in the act. Some of the more sympathetic males on the board – certainly the older ones, those who remembered the days of equality – secretly congratulated her. Not only was she a stunningly attractive young woman, testimony to the stereotypical ‘Jewel of the Desert' Arabian female, but she was also a very intelligent young lady, clearly deserving of her success. Other men on the board however, that is 95% of them, would rather see her on a leash sucking cock and taking facials.
Sitting at the table end opposite the Company CEO, and current ‘ruler' of the United States Mr.Manle, Jasmine felt a certain thrill each time she was involved in board discussions. Not only did her mere presence annoy the men on the board, but she enjoyed the way a few sentences here could influence thousands of people across the country. There was also the pretty brunette hanging from her large tits in the corner, her mouth gagged as not to annoy the board members. Jasmine found looking at her delicious and groin moistening, but being here enabled her to potentially walk through the gate way to power. After all, that was why she had gotten into this business in the first place: she was a power hungry young woman. She didn't care how many men – or women – she had to sell to lesbian, male sacrificing cults to get there, but one day, she knew she'd be sitting in Mr.Manle's seat: men across the country serving their female mistresses thanks to her ruling. Just the very thought of it got her luscious pussy wet, she'd be able to do whatever she wanted, all the militant police forces would be working for her anyway. Yes, one day…
“So it seems, in Mr.Conners recent resignation from this company…”
Returning her thoughts to the present, taking her eyes away from the balloon like purple tits of the hanging slave, Jasmine discovered she had to make the mental and physical effort to restrain herself from smiling. Indeed, Mark Conner was currently getting his ass pounded by a pair of strap on wearing women, a fate he undoubtedly deserved for standing in her way on the road to power. Thoughts like that continued to make her delicious pussy ooze juice.
“…the position of Director of Scientific Development falls to Miss.Hussan”
Now, she allowed herself to smile sweetly, to the formal applause of the other board members, as hollow as it was.
“Thank you Mr.Manle” She spoke.
“I am sure you will be pleased with my control of the department.” Jasmine continued.
“I am sure I will…” Even though she sat on the other end of the table, a good 10 meters away, Jasmine could detect the hint of regret in his words. One day he would regret it.
“Is there any other business to discuss?” Mr.Manle asked, looking at the faces of the fellow board members.
The silence was the only answer he needed.
“Good, then, if you would kindly turn your attention to this, lovely young lady…”
Mr.Manle turned in his seat to face the woman in the corner, or rather, the slave, hanging from the roof by her large tits. Her lovely round melons were balloon like, having turned purple in supporting the entire woman's weight. But to Jasmines sexually active mind: they looked delicious. What she wouldn't give to be able to just lay into them with a whip of some sort, just to hear the bitch squeal.
“She has been on the receiving end of a few of our new toys…” Mr.Manle continued, reaching into his jacket and bringing out a long, rod like object.
“While not original, this new little device is designed to keep women in line. However, during testing we also discovered that on lower settings, it also doubles as an efficient replacement for a whip…but as you can imagine, nothing beats watching a woman whipped the good old fashioned way” He joked, the rest of the board members joining him with chuckles and nods of agreement. Jasmine stayed silent, though in her mind she was definitely agreeing.
“Miss.Hussan…being the newest Director in the company, I thought you would like to demonstrate this new little toy for us…”
A little taken back, but her pussy tensing with enjoyment, Jasmine offered a small innocent smile. “Are, you sure you would not rather one of the members of the board demonstrate sir?” She was loathed to call him Sir, but the fact it would only be for so long kept her content.
“Are you not happy with my generosity?” Mr.Manle asked, typically trying to catch her out at every opportunity.
“Not at all…” Jasmine smiled, picking herself up and heading over towards him. As she walked, she could feel the eyes of the other board members on her, knowing how much they'd rather see her in the slave's painful position: bound, gagged and hanging from the roof by her tits.
Reaching Mr.Manle, she held out her arm, her perfect light brown skin a testimony to the potential of female beauty. Placing the rod in her hand, Mr.Manle felt no reason not to explain.
“Its rather unoriginal, however, electric weapons are only just recently allowed to be purchased by the public, so we thought we'd update the models to make them less…female friendly”
The operation of the device was fairly simple: set the voltage, then press the button to make the woman squeal. Jasmine allowed herself a slight smile, she'd have to buy one of these for herself to give her own slave, Karen, a bit of a shock.
Taking a few steps towards the dangling slave in the corner, Jasmine allowed her eyes to connect with that of the woman's. She could see pleading, a begging almost. Begging for mercy, hoping that another woman would share her pains, and at least buy her to set her free.
Smiling a cruel smile, Jasmine only felt a rush of power surge through her, starting with her now saturated pussy. ‘Not today bitch…' she thought, before setting the voltage to a medium level, pressing the end against the bloated, purple tit of the slave and pressing the button.
Jasmine heard the electrical ZAP from where she was, feeling the current surge through the rod and into the woman's tit-flesh. The slave screamed with pain, her agonizing shriek muffled deliciously by the gag in her mouth, yet her squealing didn't stop when Jasmine took her thumb of the button.
“It has been modified to recognize a female victim…” Mr.Manle explained, taking great delight in watching the slave writhe and squealing like a pig in agony. “…it releases a special electricity when it does, a current that stays in the body for seconds after the taser has been turned off. Surely enough, after he was finished talking, the slave's struggles died down, but her panting remained.
A wicked grin crossing her pretty face, Jasmine stuck the end of the rod against her tit once more, pressing the button again. The helpless slave squeal and thrashed again, suffering the electrical current through her tasty love-mound as the board members looked on with a smile, plenty of stiffening dicks beginning to make their presence felt to their owners.
10 seconds after she started, Jasmine finally showed mercy and took the taser away from the slaves boob, feeling her pussy getting wetter and wetter at the sight of the now crying slave.
“Mr.Manle…” Jasmine spoke, turning to face her more than impressed CEO. “…could this possibly kill a woman? If it was pressed against her for to long?”
The CEO chuckled “A dead female isn't of much use is she? The device uses a complex sensory apparatus to monitor the victims bio-sighs, it switches itself off before to much indeed becomes to much and the victim dies. Generally on a medium setting they survive for about, 10 minutes or so”
“Is that so…”
Jasmine thought to herself, thinking of a way to use this woman's agony to make herself appear somewhat better in the eyes of the board members. Any prestige she could gain would be good prestige, no matter who had to suffer, just as long as it wasn't herself.
“Sir do you have any tape on you at all?”
Looking a bit confused, Mr.Manle decided to go along with it, reaching into his brief case and taking out a small tube, no bigger than a glue stick.
“Thank you sir...” Jasmine said, taking the tape stick and getting to work.
Putting the rod against the woamn's thigh, Jasmine grinned wickedly as she applied the tape-stick, securing the rod in place, its end pressed right against the woman's clit.
“Now now, that is a bit vicious…” Mr.Manle said, but when Jasmine turned to face him, she could easily see the hint of amusement across his face: and the faces of the other board members. Looking up however, she saw nothing but terror and pleading in the slaves wide blue eyes.
“…please do continue” Mr.Manle said finally, chuckling.
‘Sucks to be you…' Jasmine thought about the slave, then used the tape stick to turn the device on.
Standing back, Jasmine could only smile at the sight of the trashing woman: her screams of anguish muffled by the hog gag in her mouth. She'd be like that for 10 minutes at least, the most sensitive area of her body being electrocuted to gain another woman just a small measure of prestige. Miss.Hussan thought it was worth it though, and that was the main thing.
Turning around to see the nodding and smiling approval of the board members, Jasmine returned to her seat, leaving the fellow woman behind her in the throes of agony. Sitting down, Jasmine breathed in sharply, feeling juice all along her inner thigh: she was definitely one aroused woman!
“Excellent display Miss.Hussan, I can tell you will be an enjoyable addition to this board” Mr.Manle spoke, the muffled screams of the woman still in the back ground.
“Thank you sir.”
“And that concludes today's meeting people, excellent work as always. For those of you wishing to stay for obvious reasons, you are more than welcome to. But, until our next meeting, good day”
Rising from her seat, as did many of the others – most of them however moving to stand around the hanging slave, smiling and pulling out their erect dicks for some fun with her after – Jasmine quickly headed off: the burning desire between her legs heralding the use of her slave girl's expertise.
5 minutes later, Jasmine was sitting in her chair, business skirt up around her hips, her legs open and over either arm rest, as Karen was on her knee's in front of her owner, her face buried in Jasmines luscious chocolate colored cunt: pussy juice splashed all over Karens face as Jasmine held the back of her head, pushing her head forward and back so her tongue went in and out of Jasmines tight little rosebud. “Mmmm, that's right, lick my asshole you dirty little penny-a-screw whore”
As ruthless as it maybe, Jasmine's climb up the corporate ladder was taking place.
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