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Karen tilted her head back and gurgled, her slave instinct driving her to fulfill whatever command she was given. To any normal person, the liquid in her mouth would have been a disgusting thing to swallow, let alone even come in skin contact with: yet for her, it was like a sweet nectar, emanating a titillating scent to rival the most beautiful flower. Jasmines flower.
Perched on the end of her silk laden bed, legs apart, feet flat on the floor and torso leaning back slightly, Jasmine waited patiently while she watched her gorgeous Austrian born fuck-toy gurgle another mouth load of urine. The blonde slave stared up at the ceiling, anticipating the moment her Mistress would allow her to drink, but it would not come soon. Jasmine took her time, watching and listening to Karen making a cheap whore out of herself, like she did every night just for her owner's amusement: the same owner that remained silent and stroked her pussy gentle as another woman demeaned herself for no other reason than enjoyment.
“Swallow” Jasmine finally ordered, Karen obeying by closing her lips and taking a nice loud gulp.
Smiling slyly, the Arabian Jewel rubbed the top of her pussy a little firmer before leaning her top half back slightly more and positioning her fingers.
“What do we say?” Miss.Hussan spoke as Karen opened her mouth back open to reveal its emptiness.
“Thank you Mistress” The slave replied, offering a smile to accompany the gratitude she showed for being allowed to drink her owners piss.
Jasmines replied was relaxing her pussy muscles and aiming, a beam of yellow sliding elegantly out of her chocolate pussy and splashing against Karens forehead, causing the blonde to close her eyes out of reflex.
“Open them!” Miss.Hussan barked, Karen receiving an eye full of piss when she obeyed: droplets splattering across her lovely golden hair and nicely tanned chest. Moments later, the Austrian slave felt her mouth filling up once again while the sensations of a piss saturated face re-enforced the wetness tingling between her legs. Only seconds passed, and the stream of urine ceased, leaving Karens mouth filled to the brim with a foul yellow liquid that she held there obediently.
“Gurgle”
Karen obeyed, tilting her head back and churning the feral liquid, boiling it with her mouth and feeling the sour residue ingraining itself into her mouth. No amount of Listerine was going to get rid of this taste any time soon.
“Swallow”
Relaxing the muscles in her throat, Karen gulped down a large mouthful of piss, coating her throat on the way down to her belly.
Tugging her slaves leash, Jasmine guided Karens face between her legs, instructing her to wipe her pussy clean with natural methods, which she promptly did. Setting herself to work, Karen brought her hungry tongue across Jasmines delicious pussy with long, wide strokes. Sighing sweetly, the beautiful Arabian laid back onto her bed, the silk sheets greeting her flawless light brown skin with a soft embrace. Looking up at her ceiling, Jasmine reached out for her TV remote, turning it on when her fingers finally grasped the slender pen-shaped object.
Shifting her hips forward slightly and emitting a soft sigh to compliment the wet slurping noises coming from between her legs, Jasmine flicked the channel over to the nightly news: the holographic image appearing across her ceiling depicting that of a sweet looking blonde reading out the news for the evening.
“…and in further news tonight, Tony Jameson, head of Security Forces for Gentech, announced his wife as the inheritor to his company should he lose his current battle with cancer. If she does inherit the company, Mrs.Jameson will be in charge of the largest security company in the country, and have official security contracts to Gentech. The move comes at a time when Mr.Jameson's security forces continue to clash with rioters in sector 9A in the city slums over plans to demolish the sector to make way for an airport, with officials calling it…”
Laying down the remote on the bed sheets, Jasmine allowed herself a deeper moan of pleasure to escape her full, chocolate lips: her slaves tongue rolling across her pussy with skill that only long time experience in muff polishing could deliver. However, she didn't allow it to fully take her mind away from an opportunity, the new opportunity that had just reared its beautiful head.
Gasping out louder, Jasmines little day dream was broken when her working slave's lips closes around her clit. Finding the Arabians pretty little clit was a rather simple task, as it was pierced with a highly expensive platinum stud, making Jasmines pussy worth more than her own slave. Karen sucked again, concentrating her efforts into short bursts of pleasure to really get her owners juices flowing. Moaning again sweetly, Jasmine arched her back, bringing up her legs as waves of ecstasy began building up in her groin, ready to explode.
Heaving her heavy chest as sexual panting quickened, Jasmine reached down to take a handful of Karens golden locks, using the leverage to pull her face away from her cunt while Miss.Hussan's free hand snaked down to take its place, her long fingers rubbing her jewel studded clit furiously.
“Open your mouth you fucking slut!” was all Jasmine could bark out during her pleasure ridden gasps for breath before her head tilted back and her hips squeezed together to lock Karen's face only inches away from the Arabians pussy.
Letting loose a cry of pleasure as raptures of sinful bliss exploded from her pussy and echoed through the rest of her athletic body, the reaction caused her hips to buck and spasm in the joy throes.
Having kept her eyes closed, and her mouth open, Karen received a facial of female ejaculation: pussy juice splashing against her face and covering it like she had just had her face dunked into a bucket of water, the majority of which ran down her throat and into her stomach.
As the torrents of delight began to subside from her body, Jasmine lowered her legs down so her feet were flat on the floor, and Karen's head was free from the tight grasp of her owner's thighs. Propping herself up on her elbows, and still panting like a water deprived dog, Jasmine smiled at the sight of her slave, her face doused with woman juice that ran down her neck and snaked itself between her large, firm tits.
Pushing Karen aside with one of her legs, Jasmine stood up straight, and headed towards the kitchen to fix herself an after-orgasm shake.
“Get back in your kennel, Ive got thinking to do, and the sight of your cum stained face is only going to distract me”
Picking herself up off the tiled thick-rug covered floor, Karen obeyed, crawling over to her kennel and getting inside: laying down on its floor and curling up into a little ball, her face still smothered with pussy sauce.
****
It had been 4 months since Jasmine Hussan's ascension to Director of Scientific Development, and so far the ride had been priceless for the Arabian Jewel. The position had allowed the scheming young woman to peer through the host of little goodies Gentech were working on, both technological and genetic: some of which Jasmine had even taken home to test on her human guinea pig Karen. The sight of the blonde minx struggling against her bonds as volts of electricity were shocked into her juicey tit-flesh still brought a glimmer to Jasmines eye and a curve to her smile. Leaning back in her Italian leather chair however, Miss.Hussan brought her mind forward into the present and focused on the beautiful female on the other side of the desk, and just how much she'd love to screw her like a tied pig. Again.
“…and your not even listening to me are you?” The woman spoke, her posh English accent only furthering her fuckability.
Quick to focus on the delicious cleavage view she had from her current position, Jasmine could only be bothered to mask her lust partially, knowing it would do little to put off business transactions with the English Noble Lady before her, given their rather colorful history.
“Jennifer. Am I that transparent?” Miss.Hussan smirked.
Almost as if allowing herself to relax, Jennifer Griffith suddenly seemed a lot more at ease and casual in contrast to the professional visage she had been keeping up. Sighing softly in apparent slight irritation, Jennifer closed the holo-book she was reading from and locked eyes with her Arabian counter part.
“I do hope that I did not fly thousands of miles just to give you the chance to try and seduce me again for a bit of old time fun” Her sensual voice only aided her accent in stirring the more primal urges between Jasmines legs: the urge to fuck.
“Of course not, would I do that to you?” Miss.Hussan grinned, spinning her chair and around and standing up to walk around the desk.
“You have done a lot more painful things to me in the past, so I dare say Yes”
Jennifer's answer brought back pleasant memories to the Arabian power broker…well, pleasant for Jasmine, painful for the firm, perky mounds on Jennifers chest.
“Heh, well I will be honest in saying that Yes, I did hope to nail you one more time, but that was only a side hope. You will be rather pleased to learn that out of all my friends in high places, I have chosen you to assist me in a most profitable task. Interested?”
Perking her lips gently, Jennifer's attention was caught by the prospect of expanding her influence. England had a different set of rules than America : Slavery wasn't gender bias where she came from. If anything, males were in higher demand for laborers. The country was full of rich, powerful women buying men to work for them and late teen-aged females to sleep with them: Jennifer should know, she was one of them. After all, your profits increased remarkably if you didn't have to pay your labor force.
“You are very lucky Jasmine that we are college friends…other wise such a proposition would be looked upon with suspicion” Jennifer chuckled. In truth, she had always had a soft spot for her old room mate. Maybe it had been the countless nights of steamy sex, or the way she had always come to her first with problems and walked away feeling 100% better. It had only been days ago that she had received the call from her old college buddy about a possible interest for a business transaction between her and one of the many companies Jennifer Griffith controlled and profited from. The prospect of meeting her face to face once again, and catching up since graduation, had proved to much of a temptation for Miss.Griffith to resist, and before she knew it she had been on a jet bound for the land once hailed as the Land of Liberty .
“…besides” Lady Griffith continued “I had come here in the belief you wished to buy the use of some of my freighters for transportation of some scientific goods for your Department.”
“All in good time, all in good time” Jasmine retorted, coming to a stop a few feet away from the English Noble Lady, turning on the holo-TV her Office boasted. Ever since hitting the rich life many years ago, Miss.Hussan couldn't get enough of the technological trinkets she could surround herself with to make life easier.
A section of one of the walls sprung to life, depicting Tony Jameson and his stunning red headed wife Lisa Jameson, an imagery captured from a news bulletin nights ago.
The sight of Lisa Jameson caused Jennifer to ‘Ooo' softly.
“Delicious…” she commented “Let me guess, she one of the very many one night stands you enjoyed, and you need me to help you get rid of the husband as to avoid a back lash should he ever find out?”
Smiling, Jasmine shook her head “Not quite. I need to get rid of both of them.”
“Both?”
“Yep. Look at them…pompous pricks. I need them both out of the way”
“Interesting, however dear, may I ask why?”
“Have you had the chance to watch some TV while you've been here?”
Jennifer shook her head gently. “The closest thing to TV I had watched in the past few days was the in-flight movie. My god Jasmine, you really need to have a talk to the transport minister in this country. If I have to sit through another run of Gone with the Wind, the only thing that is going to be gone is the air lock, and everyone near it”
“Heh, well these two are in my way because of the decisions of the man.”
“Naturally darling”
“His name is Tony Jameson, and recently he stated in his Will to leave everything in his possession to his wife should he die, due to his losing battle with cancer. If his wife was to die as well, then he has left his Security company in the sole possession of Gentech, which we will promptly sell for profit, and to fill the late Directors seat with another ass.”
“I see…and naturally, you are planning on buying his company?”
“Correct.”
“But wont other members of the board be vying for that particular juicy company and its contract rights? They know you”
Jasmine smiled a smile of confidence “Don't worry about that, the task at hand is to rid ourselves of those two thorns in our sides”
“Our sides?” Jennifer smirked. “I haven't even agreed to help, and already your assuming I am in on your little scheme…surely darling you are not that over confident.”
Chuckling, Jasmine returned to her seat, setting the TV remote down on her immaculate desk.
“Naturally I will make it worth your while.”
“How kind of you…” Jennifer retorted, visibly sarcastic yet still with a with a smile of good humor across her pretty features. The luscious brunette had always managed to arouse Jasmine in ways no mere slave girl could. Even just sitting in one of her chairs, sharp business suit unbuttoned at the chest area to reveal a lovely lightly tanned cleavage sent sex-demanding shivers through Miss.Hussan's sex like a pill of Viagra would for a man. The Englishwoman's dark brown hair was tied back into a sexy pony tail: a pair of large, lovely blue eyes sitting in the middle of her face. Even her body was deliciously yummy, and at 5”10, 121 lbs of shapely, tasty woman, Jennifer was one of – if not thee – best screw's Jasmine had ever had. Her beautiful breasts had been the best pair of love-mounds Miss.Hussan had even tortured, the firm, perky tit flesh sporting lovely light brown nipples, just like Jasmines own: the way they jiggle under the lash of the studded paddle just made them seem to scream out for more punishment, and even the way they went purple with fine ropes tied tightly around their bases was just testimony to the beauty nature was capable of producing. Indeed, Jasmine did sincerely hope that she'd get to torture those beautiful pair of tits before their owner left back for England .
“…but I know you to well Jasmine. Kindness isn't one of your defining characteristics. Tell me, what is it that you are willing to trade for my help?”
“All in good time Jen, but first, do you still have that friend who owns a local cab company?”
“Indeed.”
A triumphant grin arching her lips, Jasmine reached forward onto the little keypad on her desk, her fingers stabbing in the command keys: two champagne glasses materializing on the silver pad next to it, glittering topaz colored champagne bubbling tactfully inside the glasses.
Handing a glass to her college friend, the women clicked their glasses together at Jasmines motion.
“Tell me, have you ever degraded a hot blonde Austrian girl before?” Jasmine spoke, leaning back in her chair and taking a sip of the delicious liquid.
“Unfortunately no” Jennifer answered, following suit and taking a sip “But I am currently collecting a female from each different country, I enjoy variety in my pens. I recently got a stunning little blonde from Australia . You really need to hear the way she gurgles the word ‘mate' with 10 inches of rubber shoved in and out of her throat”
Chuckling, Jasmine reached over to her intercom, pausing before she turned it on.
“Well today's your lucky day Lady Griffith”
Pressing the intercom button, a familiar voice made itself heard on the other side in response.
“Karen, come into my office please, and lock the doors behind you…”
****
The woman screamed out in utter agony, the ball gag stuffed tightly into her mouth the only thing stopping her from emptying her lungs with her wail of pain to the cheers of a crowd. Drawing the cat-o-nine tails back, the leather clad mistress brought her hand forward in a deadly arch, flicking her wrists down ward at the last moment: the end of the vicious whip landing with a resonating CRACK against the tied up slaves pierced clit, causing her to howl again in anguish to the applause of a crowd.
The Asylum was a rather popular club…for the sexually depraved middle classes of the city who knew where to find it. Within its walls female anguish was harvested into a sweet meat readily consumed by enthusiastic paying customers, most of which were male, despite a female owning the establishment. However some couples who knew of it found it to be a rather amusing night out, as long as the random woman picked out of the crowd for punishment was not one of them. This night however, it had been a rather unfortunate Hispanic girl, her Caucasian partner gladly giving her up to see her squeal like a pig, weep like a whore and go home as his property.
On stage, the main attraction of the club and easily grabbing the attention of a new comer the moment they walked in the door, the poor female had been tied and suspended, her pain to be dished out ironically by another woman: a rather enthusiastic young blonde who wielded her chosen instrument of pain with lethal accuracy, much to the delight of the crowd. Around the club, slave girls owned by the clubs manager were on display and ready for use by any passer by. One teen girl had only been 18 for a few days before being abducted and indoctrinated into the life of a slave girl: her body suspended a meter off the ground via chains and cuffs, her long legs spread for anyone who fancied a quick ski down the pinky slope, of which a small cue of men had existed since she was put on display.
“Ah my dear, I tell you what, never will I tire of this place” Tony Jameson commented to his wife, his smile strengthened as the blonde Mistress on stage began ramming her strap on down her Hispanic's slave's throat for the enjoyment of all. From below him, the only response was a muffled sigh – yet even that wasn't audible over the loud music being played in the background of the club. Taking a sip of his Brandy, Jameson looked down onto the delicious red head that was on the end of his sizeable member, the tasty female's head bobbing up and down eagerly with her lipstick red lips sealed tightly around the shaft. Stroking the carrot colored hair of his wife as she pleasured him with class and skill. Jameson himself was all to keen to receive the daily blow jobs from his wife: it gave him the chance to let his eyes wander across all the other tasty little treats that hung on display, keeping an eye out for any new meat he could buy to fill his already sizeable stables at home. Stables that were filled to the brim with women in their rightful place, the place of a cock sucking, ass licking whores. At least, that's what Jameson thought.
As his common cruel streak rose up in him again, Jameson stroked the cheek of his dick sucking wife, before roughly grabbing a lock of scarlet hair and pulling her off the end of his dick to give her face a few hard slaps. Lisa didn't look surprised, it had happened plenty of times before. Amidst the waves of pleasure, the red head knew her husband was prone to occasional lusts for violence: lusts the generally resulted in her receiving multiple back hands to many different parts of her body. It continued as her head was pulled back with the yank of her hair, her large shapely tits bouncing with the momentum, only to receive a hard backhand from pain-seeking husband. Yelping without hope, Lisa felt the sting of pain ripple across her chest like a sharp dagger wound, yet she kept her composure, experience mentally dictating to her the punishments for displaying any signs of resistance. The real pain however, came from the onlookers. Naturally, there was not a crowd, or even a few watching: as there were many savory delights to be seen hanging around the club. But for each passer by that displayed a grin, for each man – or sometimes woman – who pointed from the bar at the well dressed tart on her knees, for each depraved onlooker, Lisa felt a small part within her die. Tear's welled up in her eyes as the 7 th blow landed onto her juicy love-mounds, yet the pain was only half the cause. She was meant to be somebody! To the public she was the heir to the main security network of the country, yet in here, all she could aspire to was a shapely cock sucker, little deserving of the cum that splashed across her lovely face moments later from her husbands dick: the one he hand been swiftly stroking at the sight of his wife's torment. With her enchanting face marred by a large stain of man juice, Tony leaned back in his chair, the woman he had just demeaned opening her mouth and taking his cum-ridden dick back between her lips with closed eyes.
“Where you belong, isn't it?” He commented, watching the way that even though she was temporarily blind and suffering demeaning treatment, the woman before him still eagerly took his meat-rod into her mouth.
Lisa responded with the nod of her head. She was in her place. The place of the modern woman, and all it would ever aspire to.
Bobbing her head up and down, working her tongue around the meat in her mouth, and slurping like a pig, Lisa sucked cock well into the night, the cum remaining on her face for the many hours longer: the same amount of time she remained in her place and sucked, sucked and sucked some more.
For Tony, the night continued on in a blur of excitement, drink, and of course the never ending stream of pleasure coming from his penis. He slapped his wife many more times that night, her tits also: He even let a passer by get his ass licked by his delicious red headed property, something the little slut deserved from his point of view. Personally, Tony was still contemplating whether leaving the cheap shit his entire legacy was a wise idea, as she was a woman after all, not a man, and thus not as capable by his reckoning. Yet that night during a meeting with Gentech's CEO had stirred within him something resembling a tang of vengeance: vengeance at the power hungry monster his boss was becoming. Not power hungry over women, certainly not, the CEO had always been that, and frankly, to Tony, women were women, and just like carrots if you knew the right person they were cheap and came in a bunch. No, instead, vengeance at what the CEO was doing to him personally, worming his fat way into Mr.Jamesons personal assets, the way the cancer within him at that moment was worming its way throughout the rest of his body. Tony had contemplated that if his Security company was indeed going to arrive on the market for sale right after his passing, that fat, greedy pig of a CEO would either gobble it up himself or allow someone else to: conditioned that he had absolute power over that person. At least by leaving the company to his wife, it could buy some time for to splinter off from that growing ball of corruption Gentech. If worst came to worst however, it could be his cock sucking wife that ended up shackled to his CEO's desk, pleasuring him a whim. Still, his recent mental disintegration did not leave room to consider that, or either really care.
With a belly full of Brandy, and a deteriorating mind full of paranoia, Tony blew another large wad of cum over his wife's beautiful face, giggling drunkenly as he roughly pushed her aside and shakily got to his feet. Sensing the obvious effects of all his shots of liquor during the night, Lisa wiped the cum off her face with a hanky from her purse, rising to her feet to follow her husband.
Staggering outside, Tony felt the familiar feeling of his wife under his arm, supporting him during his drunken trots to the car.
“Honey, your to drunk to drive, let me…”
Lisa was cut off with a sharp slap to her right tit, the blow causing her to lose balance and topple over onto the pavement out the front of an apartment building a few blocks from The Asylum. The couple had parked their car within the parking lot of an expensive restaurant, to at least give the impression they were dining out classy. Looking up in shock at being struck in public like this, Lisa quickly corrected herself, climbing steadily back to her feet, her face displaying distinct signs of anger. Signs however, that her drunk husband could not pick up in his intoxicated state.
Watching the way her husband swayed, Lisa instead opted for a different route: holding out her hand and giving the seemingly classic command line.
“Taxi!”
****
“Oh, god this bitch is tight!”
Jennifer pulled her hips back, giving herself time to get her feet flat on the floor, granting her a better position to ram her strap on back down Karens throat, resulting in a wet, slurping gurgle most pleasing to hear.
On her knees, in the middle of Jasmines office, Karen could only remain still and take the longer, thick piece of rubber like a tramp: her lovely blonde hair grasped like pony tails by her assailant and used as handle bars for the English Woman's deep thrusts back and forth, each movements of her hip resulting in wet, slurped gags coming from the Austrian slave.
Seated behind her desk, a slight sadistic smile across her face, Jasmine just watched with macabre delight as her college friend humiliated her pet. Miss.Hussan however, was very glad that Jennifer had gladly taken off her skirt to attach the strap on properly, resulting in a view of her delicious blue blood muff.
“Oh! Darling, I just thought of something…” Still holding Karens head in place, her lips pressed against the base of the rubber cock that inhabited her throat, Jennifer turned her head around to face Jasmine a wicked smile adorning her full, luscious lips.
“Pass me that black texta would you dear?”
Doing as she was asked, and interested to see where it would take them, Jasmine stood a few feet away from the two as Jennifer went to work, pressing the end of the black texta against the middle of Karens top lip and coloring in.
“There…” The English Noble pronounced, her posh accent thrilling Jasmine as it always had.
At school, History had always been a favorite of Jasmines. After all, those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it. As soon as she saw the modifications Jennifer had performed on poor Karen's face however, she could not restrain a wide grin from spreading evilly across her pretty face. Why hadn't she ever thought to do the same thing!
Karen, thanks to some black marker, now shared a little mustache with one of the most famous dictators in history. That was two things they had in common now: Ethnicity and trademark.
Karen, as it were, seemed to remember history as well, for she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of Jasmines metal desk, and almost instantly her eyes welled up with tears. Shooting a look of pleading to her owner, her eyes said it all: Please no! However, there was no sympathy to be found on Jasmines face, only a cruel smile.
Reaching forward, Jennifer grabbed a lock of Karens golden hair, using her other hand to back hand the slave girl.
“Say it…”
The slave girl was silent, trying her best to keep something resembling a shred of dignity, not just for her, but for her country of origin.
SMACK.
Another backhand, this time, harder.
“Say it, pig slut”
Still Karen tried hanging on. Despite being a slave, she did have a mind of her own, and loyalty was something she was very good at: yet now, she was torn between loyalty to her country and the loyalty to her owner.
“I am not asking” Jennifer said firmly, her rather welcoming face taking on a surprisingly dark expression.
Giving in, Karen opened her lips to say the line, but she was held back just at the last moment.
“…and do the hand motion”
Her eyes betraying the amount of personal pain she was feeling, Karen watched as Jennifer readied herself: the English woman grabbing two handfuls of hair like handlebars again, and positioning the head of her strap on only inches away from Karen's soon to be open mouth.
“Seig Heil – “
Karen's two words blended at the end to a loud gagging noise as Jennifer quickly rammed her strap on down the bitches throat, almost fast enough to break the slave girls noise with her groin. Jasmine grinned, and watched with joy as Jennifer pulled her hips back, only to slam them forward again, impaling Karens throat with the long, thick rubber dick between the Noble woman's legs. Karens right arm was out in the salute the Dictator had always given, yet now it was bent at the elbow like the body it was connected to had just been pole-axed.
A beeping from Jasmines desk drew her attention away from the scene, just as Karen burst into full on tears. Jennifer paid no heed to the incoming message, much more fixed on humiliating the pig slut her college friend had lent her.
“Speak” Jasmine answered, hoping whoever was on the other end wouldn't mind what sounded like a strangled woman gagging in the back ground.
“Miss.Hussan, I am sure by now that you heard the new?” It sounded like Gentech's CEO.
Of course Jasmine had heard the news. Tony Jameson had gone and got himself landed right within Sector 9A, after asking a cab to take him there when he was to drunk to drive. With the vicious, bloody riots going on in the sector, the drunk man didn't even last longer than half an hour: authorities finding his body beaten to death after they cleared out Sector Rebels from a crack house, his wife also mysteriously missing. Being a slave, her legal claim to her inheritance expired if no claim was made within a week. A week had passed, now a board meeting was to be held about the issue. Jasmine could sense the sale of Mr.Jameson's company, and a step closer to her ultimate goals: indeed, today was a sweet day.
Turning back to the other women in the room, Jasmine watched as Jennifer held Karen by her hair, vigorously slapping her with the rubber cock between her legs.
“Jennifer…” Jasmine said calmly, not getting much of a response.
“Showtime”
****
Seated at the helm of the table, a teenager looking no older than 18 shackle to his chair and off to the side, Mr.Manle observed the gathered board of Directors before him with an eye of suspicion. There was another member. A female. A rather enchanting female at that. He did not know who she was, where she came from, or even why she was here, but he was going to find out. As far as he was concerned, a female as attractive as that should be chained to his chair, sucking dick.
“And, who is this Miss.Hussan?” he asked, rather straightforward and direct.
Not wanting to get bogged down in details, Jasmine thought it best to keep it simple for now: she knew everyone in the room was as anxious as she was to get on with the main article of business today, even the CEO Mr.Manle.
“This Mr.Manle is my fill in secretary, Jennifer Griffith. Karen is currently sick and unable to perform her duties, so I hired a temporary replacement”
“I see” her CEO replied, leaning back in his chair, apparently oblivious to the large buldge in his crotch. Whether or not he cared about the others seeing – even the women – was a question without a genuine answer, or so the other Board members saw it.
“Now, in the absence of Tony's legal heir, it has come to our attention that the woman he had left everything to, his wife, was actually a concubine. A female sex slave.”
This was not new information to Jasmine, or Jennifer. Both women had known in advance: it was a vital cog in their plans.
“Thus, as a slave, and with her previous owner, even though deceased, under current Corporate law she is ineligible to inherited items if left dormant for a week or longer.”
Following his statement were light murmurs amongst the gathered Directors, yet Jasmine kept her pretty mouth shut, as did Jennifer. Patients, the Arabian Jewel assured herself. No need to speak out just yet. The CEO continued.
“Following Corporate law, her inheritance, as not collected, will be confiscated by GenTech…all such assets collected are going on sale as of tonight ladies and gentlem – “
“Wait!”
The CEO made a sudden face of surprise, like his teenage concubine had just bit off the top of his dick. Shocked, the Board of Directors turned to face the large, solid jet black doors which had been slid open to allow access to the usurper of the peace. It was a female, one of the pretty secretaries working in this building. Jasmine herself was rather taken back by the interruption, mentally hoping for the secretaries sake that there was a good reason behind her intrusion, otherwise Miss.Hussan would gladly join in on the pack rape that was sure to excuse if the reason was unsatisfactory.
“Mrs.Jameson named an heir!” Announced the pretty brunette, her firm breasts jiggling as she came to a stop beside the CEO himself, documents a flutter in her hand.
Now the murmurs began again. How could this be! Jasmine clenched her fists in sudden anger, the underbelly of the Board room table receiving a set of matching scratches as she did so.
“What?!” Miss.Hussan spat out suddenly over the top of the sea of murmurs and hushed talk, surprising even herself with her sudden burst of energy and lack of restraint she had just displayed.
The secretary looked up at, the lingering of sudden fear gradually making itself clear on her well defined face. Such bad news would carry with it possible harsh punishments for a woman, even if it was vital.
“Mrs.Jameson, i…in secret, allocated an heir to her properties, included in which is the inheritance from her Husband, with his written consent…”
Fumes burst within Jasmines mind. How DARE this little slut bring such vile news! How dare she! How dare Mrs.Jameson ruin such a simple, yet effective plan of the Arabian Jewels with the naming of an heir!
“The,t – the heir is here as we speak!” The Secretary quickly spoke, inching her way to the door in the hopes of avoiding male hands that she knew from experience were soon to come grasping for her fresh, young trim body for a gang bang of painful proportions. Well, painful for the secretary at least.
The Board of Directives fell silent, issued to do so by the sounds of small wheels on polished tile. Jasmine heard it, and she loathed it. Each little squeak only built up another second of burning fury within her chest. Burning fury that she would going to bring out on some unfortunate woman…or man? No, woman. It was a woman who had named the heir, and a woman who had delivered the news. Pussy and tits would be punished for this insult,
A shadow loomed through the door to the board room, then grew in length as if heralding the arrival of some sort of demonic figure head, here to claim what was rightfully his. The evil part of Jasmine hoped it was indeed a demon, a male demon come to claim the secretary so that he could ferry her fine ass back to hell for an eternity of torment and fucking: but such perverse dreams were not to be so. Jasmine stared at the double doorway to the board room: a glare that was seemingly cut from the very ice of Antarctica itself.
Jasmine was not prepared for the thing that was wheeled through the door, and from the abrupt silence that followed, it was clear that neither were the other board members.
Wheeled through the door by a black armored security officer, was the brand new owner of the largest security force contractor this country had ever seen.
Herman the cat.
Perched atop a regal blue pillow, sat the smuggest, proudest and most pompous tabby cat Jasmine had ever wanted to tear the head off.
“This, is the new owner of JSF, Jameson Security Forces…Herman Jameson…” Announced the secretary to a bewildered board of directors.
****
“Son. Of. A. Bitch!!”
The statement was followed with an ear throttling scream, the likes of which delighted an infuriated Jasmine as she brought back her cat-o-nine tails, only to send it forward again in a wide, powerful arch. The clustered lashes contacting their target with highly painful results: The Interrupting Secretaries right breast.
The poor, beautiful brunette had not been given a gag. Jasmine wanted to hear the bitch squeal like a stuffed pig.
“Please, please!!!” She cried out, tears long since clouding her vision. Not that seeing would have done much for her now. She had been tied sitting down to a flogging post after Jasmine had bought her from GenTech with only sadistic intentions in mind.
Bringing herself down, so that her face was level with the Secretaries, Jasmine spat a big wad of saliva into the now-slaves face, followed by a hard back hand.
“You bitch!” Jasmine yelled at the crying, but still fabulously attractive woman.
“I could be the owner of the largest armed contractor in this country if it weren't for you, you piece of shit!” She continued, her light brown face turning a slight shade of crimson to reveal just how truly pissed off she was.
Behind her, Jennifer Griffith was faring much better to the crying girl tied to the flogging post. Lady Griffith had been in the mood to torture some males to remind them which gender was the one that was really in control: women.
“Come now Darling…” The blue blooded English woman said calmly, her lovely posh accent always managing to have something of a calming effect on Miss.Hussan. As she said this, she professionally drew back her driving iron and brought it through in an admirable golf swing, sending the little white ball sailing long and far, its trajectory spot on as it ended its flight by smashing into a tied up males balls.
Even from over 300 yards away, Jennifer could still hear his howl of pain, and it caused her to smile.
“…surely it cant be that bad. All we have to do is get rid of the cat and the company goes on sale…”
“Not bad?” Jasmine repeated, though obviously calming her tone when talking to the closest thing to a best friend she had.
“Not bad? He's up there right now!” Jasmine spoke, pointing an arm in the direction of the GenTech building. Jasmine new its where abouts exactly, even when in the back yard of her sea side mansion.
“His sitting on his furry arse! Lording over the largest security company in this fucking country!” She exclaimed, her voice getting to a yell at the end of her sentence as she turned away from Jennifer to face the tied up and terrified secretary.
“His lords over his human made domain! Looks at everything within his sight, nods a nod of unintelligible satisfaction, before he ducks his head down and licks his balls!”
WHACK.
The poor secretary screamed out again as her purple, balloon-like tied up tit was slashed once again with the cruel whip within Jasmines expert hand.
A second, less audible cry of pain signaled a second spot on shot by Jasmine, and a man with a pair of tentacles that were probably damaged beyond repair.
“Angel…” Jennifer cooed, leaning on her golf club as she deliberately kept her distance from her enraged colleague. The two women were very good friends, very close friends at that, yet Jennifer had submitted her body to Jasmine in the past and knew the pain she could inflict with the vicious instrument of anguish she now brandished in her capable hand. Jennifer knew all to well that she herself could very quickly go from friend to pain slut according to Jasmine all to quickly.
“…don't worry. This is just a set back.”
“Set back?! You call trillions of dollars worth of assets in the paws of a fucking cat, a set back!!”
In truth, Jennifer was getting a little worried: she had never seen Jasmine in such a fit of anger. Ever. Experience dictated to her that Miss.Hussan was generally a very calm, and logical creature by nature. An outburst like this was only testimony to the severity of rage she was currently experiencing.
“Honey…” Jennifer continued, her voice taking on another of the many faces that it could: one of caring and comfort. Jennifer re-enforced her calming effort by slowly approaching her furious friend.
“…think straight darling. This isn't you…”
Jennifer inched herself closer, soon she was within arms reach, and she slowly put her hands with gentle effort on Jasmines shoulders. The Arabian Jewel was breathing hard, her anger slowly seeping out of her delicious body.
“We suffered something unexpected…” Jennifer continued, keeping her comforting voice with diplomatic ease.
“Yet I know you, you're a smart girl…your worth 50 of each of those dick-orientated board members in there”
The statement at least brought a tingle to Jasmines lips, and not the pair on her face.
“But lashing out in anger the moment something goes dastardly wrong is what a mortally wounded animal does in its death throes…after all babe, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger”
Jasmine turned around, and looked Jennifer in her pretty, well raised face. She knew she spoke the truth, she just about always did.
“Besides…” Miss.Griffith went on, knowing she was on a role and Jasmine was as good as tamed “…mindless anger is something males do…we're women” She winked “Our gender has a reputation of being more collected, and more subtle than that darling…”
Jasmine offered a typical smile. A rainbow at the end of a vicious storm. Jennifer brought herself closer, until her perky breasts were pressed up tightly against Jasmines.
“…and if we play our cards right, one day, each human bearing a dick will have a slave collar around his neck”
The thought caused Jasmines delicious pussy to tingle and moistened, her lungs to inhale and her lips to press against Jennifer's in a passionate kiss. The exchange of infatuation between the two women was exciting and delightful: a return to old times out of the ashes of illogical anger. Instinctively, Jasmine moved her arm around Jennifer's elegant waist and grabbed the English' blue bloods firm arse tight.
Breaking off their sudden burst of emotion, Miss.Griffith smile sinisterly, speaking in a hurried tone that suited the mood that had suddenly ensnared them both.
“First, we kill the cat. With so many possible, and influential suspects any investigation will go no where…then the assets can be bought”
Grinning, Jasmine plunged her chocolate colored lips against Jennifers full pair. The night was filled with a seemingly endless session of steamy, hot sex that the two women reveled in and only at the end did they realize just how much they had missed each others embrace. The realization called for more fucking, which they promptly did.
Oh, and naturally, more sexual torture for the secretary.
****
Being a replacement was a cautious job these days, especially for a trim, attractive female such as Alice .
Alice had been hired as to replace the previous secretary: a luscious brunette that had been sold to a highly influential member of the Board of Directors. No doubt the poor woman had already experienced the pain of bondage, a seemingly uniformed pass time of every board member that had ever graced the GenTech Head Quarters at the Skyscrapers top level.
With the newest, and definitely the cutest, board directors food bowl in hand, the pretty blonde Secretary punched in a few numbers into the access key pad that controlled the sliding door to Mr.Herman's office. Alice thought that Mr.Herman was such a cute little thing. Always atop his little, blue pillow covered dais behind his desk, and always seemingly happy whenever she approached with his bowl filled with only the finest cat food available. Sometimes he even purred! Though a miserable compliment by old fashioned standards, it was the best response Alice ever received from her superiors.
The sight that greeted Alice as the doors in front of her slid open with a quiet mechanical hiss was a scene of horror for the poor young secretary.
Mr.Herman was dead. His small, four legged tabby body sprawled across his little dais in the most uncomfortable of positions: his neck protruding in an angle that nature definitely had not intended.
Crying out in dismay and covering her mouth in shock, Alice dropped the bowl of food she was carrying in her frantic rush to sprint off and alert someone. This was most dire indeed.
****
“And it can be concluded, ladies and gentlemen, that the sale of JSF went most admirably. The profits of such a sale most handsome indeed”
Mr.Manle smiled to the applause of fellow board members, the 16 year old concubine sitting naked off to his right not required to do so: a large wad of cum smeared across her pretty young face testimony to what her purpose in the board room was for. A purpose that definitely did not involve clapping.
At the other end of the table, directly opposite Mr,Manle, a very smug Jasmine sat with her ‘aid' to her left, a smiling Lady Griffith.
“Pray tell, who bought the company Mr.Manle?” A man asked from higher up the table than Jasmine was. His thin lips were curved into a smile and his weathered forehead gave hint to a man playing the game when clearly his age seemed to be that of a pensioner.
“After all, we are all very keen to meet the new Director of Security” He chuckled, a chuckle that was joined by the other Directors about him, cheery smiles painted on each face. Each face, a flower hiding a snake in the game of cut throat corporate.
Mr.Manle smiled, grabbing hold of the chain leash that was connected to the collar around the neck of his 16 year old cheerleader concubine. His large, meaty hand directed her to his front, the rest quite clear to the teenager as her hands pried open his fly, sunk in, fished out his semi-erect penis then entered it into her waiting mouth.
Re-positioning himself in his large chair to accommodate the cock sucking little slut on her knees in front of him, doing the only job she'd ever be good at, Mr.Manle opened a manila folder that had been sitting dormant in front of him. Naturally, the CEO already knew who had bought the company, and he was quite happy that it was a He. Secretly, he had feared that that beautiful Arabian seated opposite him would gain yet another foot hold on this Board of Directors. A foot hold a woman of her attractive caliber didn't deserve.
“Well…” he started, ignoring the wet slurping noises from his groin.
“…the newest addition to our Board of Directors is sadly, unable to join us at this current point in time, for he is currently out of the country. A, Mr.Griffith said that he shall return soon however to take his rightful seat”
For some strange reason, speaking that name out loud rang a cold bell within Mr.Manle's twisted mind. Griffith ? He seemed to recall that name from some where before, but not with a Mr. on the front…
“Mr.Manle…” an enchanting female voice spoke out, almost as if answering his unspoken question.
Looking to the left of the woman seated directly opposite to him, Mr.Manle's eyes fell upon Miss.Hussan's newest ‘assistant', Jennifer Griffith. Suddenly the muscles within his throat tightened as he realized only just now where he had indeed heard that name before.
“My father sends his regards…”
Her posh accent only made his already erect dick harder. Taking a second, Mr.Manle put his hand on the back of his concubines head, pushing her down further: an action that resulted in a very loud and wet SLURP.
“…and this Claim clearly stating that he has handed ownership of JSF down to me, effectively, making me the newest Board Director…”
Mr.Manle was shocked. Utterly, shocked. As was every other man seated at this obsidian colored table. How could this happen! The CEO had deliberately gone out of his way to ensure that a Man – the superior gender – had landed owner ship of one of the most important branches of GenTech contracts. A man! Not a female! Every credential had checked out, Mr.Griffith was in fact Lord Griffith of England …now he had only just learned that his daughter – and rather beautiful daughter at that – had been sitting at this very table this entire time, next to…
…that bitch.
Even through decades of experience honed facial expression control, Mr.Manle could not hide the entirety of the contempt that suddenly flared up in his eyes when he looked slightly to the right and saw possibly the smuggest looking woman on the planet staring right back at him: chocolate colored lips arched in a grin of pure triumph. How dearly he would love to storm over to that Arabian whore, grab her by her lovely black hair, throw her onto the table for every man in here to pack rape her 5 times over. Yet now….now, such a dream was folly. For sitting right next to her, was a woman in control of the largest security force in the country, possibly the world. All of the military fell under her pay roll, and were thus, loyal to her, not GenTech. 95% of the countries police forces, including all in this city, were listed under JSF payment, and were thus, loyal to her, not GenTech.
Mr.Manle was a rather round man. Pot bellied, unfit and definitely no athlete. But in that instant, had he the physical capability to leap from his chair, sail across 8 meters of conference table, and land on the pair of women opposite him thus ending their thorn-in-his-side lives, so help him god, he would have.
Such thoughts were fueled by the flames of hatred chewing at his unhealthy heart: yet at the moment the only thing he could do to ensure his self-will at physical restraint was utter the words:
“Board dismissed…”
****
Smiling energetically, Jasmine took the pair of stylish sunglasses away from her pretty eyes and boarded the private sonic jet in front of her. Behind her, came Lady Griffith, a corporate celebrity in America seemingly over night since news of her recent ownership spread like wild fire through board meeting rooms across the Corporatocracy that was the USA .
“Ive never been the England before…” Remarked Jasmine, placing her athletic buttocks down on the fine interior seat and opening her legs as her second new slave girl approached and knelt before her.
“Your going to love it darling, besides, I think it is the best idea at the time. We can still maintain contact with our managers to run our divisions, and we are out of Mr.Manle's mind, so hopefully it should give him time to cool off…”
Jennifer watched as the concubine of the now deceased Tony Jameson plunged her pretty face between Jasmines legs, tongue licking furiously, much to her new owners delight.
“Mmm, you red headed little slut” The Arabian Jewel stated with a wide grin, pushing her hips forward and grabbing a lock of red hair in her hand as to force Mrs.Jamesons face down harder into her cunt.
“How does she eat?” Jennifer asks, a smile clearly spread across her face.
Pulling her hand upwards, Jasmine looked at Mrs.Jamesons gorgeous face, her finely defined features stained and saturated with woman juice.
“Well like all skanks she needs practice…don't you whore?”
“Yes Mistress!” Mrs.Jameson replied surprisingly cheeringly. A group of female thugs had abducted her from the crime scene when her husband had been set upon by protestors. For the following week, she had been the fuck toy of a gang of hard assed dykes intent on pounding the ass out of a high class, posh slut…which is exactly what they did, before selling her to Jasmine for a rather fair fee. But where going from one owner to the next should prove mentally scaring, Mrs.Jameson so far had found life under Miss.Hussan much better. So far she had eaten A LOT of pussy, both Jasmine's and her other two slaves. Jasmine had screwed her countless times, and allowed her servants the same leisure, but despite all that, Jasmine had treated her – in between fuck sessions of course – with at least a scrap of human dignity. Tony had treated her like something he had to scrap off his shoe after stepping in it, yet Miss.Hussan at least treated her with a tinge of kindness. For that, Mrs.Jameson was willing to do anything for her.
Jasmine only grinned at her new concubines reply, and shoved her pretty face back between her legs with a wet Slap.
Chuckling at the tasty sight, Jennifer told one of her man-slave servants to fetch the entertainment she had arranged, and soon, another relatively young, but well-bodied man with a collar around his neck, hands tied behind his back and eleastic band around the base of his now purple testacies and another woman were standing before the powerful female duo.
Recuperating from her third orgasm, and hungry for more, Jasmine grinned at the sight, turning her head to her friend.
“What entertainment is this that we shall be enjoying?”
“Femdom of course” Jennifer replied.
“Naturally” was Jasmines. The thought of a man being in control disgusted her: women were the superior gender by far, they were just more modest, and subtle about it.
“This maleing I picked up on the slave markets in your country, the black markets of course. I thought you might enjoy watching him in anguish for our 2 hour trip to England …”
Miss.Hussan had a grin from ear to ear, half of which was of course provided by the wet slurping and suckling coming from between her legs.
The young man had been bent over by now, his hairless, smooth legs parted so that the leather clad mistress behind him could grab his purple tits, which she did. Tying them behind the man's thighs so that they made easy targets for the studded paddle in her other hand, which was brought back and readied to strike its agonizing blow to the man.
Jennifer tilted her head slightly in Jasmines direction, her eyes fixed on the up coming torment for the male.
“Just give the word…” she said to her Arabian colleague.
Jasmine waited, smiling, watching the attempted expression of relaxation across the young mans face, behind which was undoubtedly the visage of terror at the anticipated pain. The blonde, leather garbed mistress behind him however was grinning from ear to ear, and was just itching for her chance to sexually degrade another male. She had degraded hundreds of men, and the more she did it, the more she enjoyed it, and the more she wanted to do it again.
“….now” Jasmine spoke.
Her words were followed by a sickening SLAP then a tormented male scream.
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