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Matthew Reid — Monday, July 27th, 2015

I was surrounded by women. For all my life really. Sisters, cousins, aunts, friends, co-workers, waitresses. I loved women and now I proved that love. I was content, running my hand happily through Tiffany’s light brown hair. She flashed her smile at me. It was a beautiful smile.

Raena slid her last papers across to Olive. The old slave was beautiful, but I wasn’t thrilled. Sara was a fanatic, Carmen was a trained dog, Phoebe was an empty shell. Olive was another surprise just waiting to wound my soul. She slipped Raena’s papers into a wine red folder and stacked them on top of Tiffany’s.

“All done,” Olive grinned. She was curvy, with wide hips and a large breasts. She was wearing a light sleeveless blue top and past the knee charcoal skirt, “You’re now the proud owner of two beautiful coeds.”

“Why thank you,” I ran my fingers down curve of Raena’s spine. Unlike Tiffany, the little blonde wasn’t wearing a bra under her form fitting t-shirt. She also didn’t turn and flash me a smile, “Courtney?”

Courtney was laid out across the end of the conference table. Her summer dress had fallen past her thighs and was mussed up around her black panties. Her short blond waves hung off the edge of the table behind her as she texted on my phone.

“Cleo’s the Virgin salesgirl?” She flicked her eyes at me. She had brilliant sapphire eyes and a stark snarky smirk.

“Uh, no, that was a brown girl with a brown name,” I blushed offended by my train of thought, “An Indian name. Rajani! Pretty name. Did I get her number?” Courtney nodded upside down, “Cleo must’ve been the girl at Slate’s clothing—”

“She’s the redhead at the jewelry store,” Tiffany beamed.

“Fuck, I forgot about her,” I laughed, “Don’t make her Aware yet. I kind of said we’d be friends.”

“We’re friends Matthew,” Courtney grinned, “Friends enough to swallow.”

I smiled. Most, if not all but Cleo, of my girls were Aware. That meant that the significance of the bracelet I slapped, sometimes literally, onto their wrist was clear to them. I think it encouraged eagerness for them. And all of them seemed excited to make me happy. Part of me wanted to experiment with just being Primed. Primed girls had no idea they were mine now. Eden claimed it was terrifying. I’d make sure I’d pay better attention with Cleo.

“Forgot her? She was texting you everyday back home,” Tiffany mumbled. Well, Gwen had been on phone duty on the trip. She was the only waitress not working or with me today. She wasn’t back on the schedule until maybe Tuesday. Oh crap, I would need the other girls to support her upcoming rent. I also hadn’t gotten paid for my apartment.

“Well she wants her Matthew time,” Courtney sighed, “Your sister signed off to get you the money for the vans. Malcolm and Scott have been telling you about a meeting or something.”

“A fitting, but that’s not until Saturday,” I sighed, “Get the vans tomorrow. First catering job tomorrow night. This is going way quicker than I had imagined.”

“Deborah’s been all over it.” Courtney sighed, “How’re you feeling?”

“Good, really good,” I had been a little tired from last night but coffee was Lord and Savior. I was still a little sore in the hips. Fuck I was old. I laughed and Courtney smiled. I stood up.

“Where’d Whitney go?” I looked around the room as I walked down to Courtney.

“She’s watching the front door,” Olive stood up, “Shall I get her?”

“Please,” I said with a smile, “But give me a kiss first.”

She seemed smugly happy, a self assuredness that must’ve died inside of Phoebe and Sara ages ago. Raena looked away and Tiffany looked on. Olive folded against me like it was the final scene of a black and white movie. The kiss was slow, warm and beautiful. I pushed her off.

“Get moving,”

“Yes Master,” She purred.

“Wizard!” Courtney sharply corrected. I watched Olive wander out. I turned to Courtney, wondering how she’d look at that age. I had no idea how to bet whether a girl would be hot or not come ten years. I figured Gwen was my best bet but she was already... I dunno, twenty something, closer to me than 19 year old—

Tiffany walked around me and pulled me down by the ears to kiss her. She wanted a kiss to leave her winded like she had run a marathon. I grabbed her around the waist. She was a tiny thing, almost 5′1″ and small for that. I could lift her with just my hands tightly grabbing my hips, but I couldn’t hold her aloft, just spin her enough to sit her down on the table’s edge. I was going to break the kiss but she kept fighting back. Tiffany made me feel like a God.

“Um, are we just going to watch them?” Whitney asked from behind me. I started pulling at Tiffany’s shirt. It seemed the only way to get her parasite lips off of my tongue.

“It’s never just watch,” Courtney was saying as I turned from Tiffany’s green clad tits, “Always join in.”

Courtney had collected Raena and had her hands under Raena’s shirt. Tiffany hopped up and was kissing my neck, jaw and ear. I reached out for Whitney.

I had learned that I loved black women. I loved beautiful skin and Whitney’s was gorgeous. She stood in the doorway, wearing boring office clothes, but she took my hand, with a dark maroon color on her sharp fingernails and slowly came to join Tiffany and me.

“Get naked.” I demanded of Whitney but all the girls took it to heart. Tiffany dropped her bra behind her and wiggled out of her jeans. I grabbed her panties and dragged them over her knees. She pulled her socks off with her toes. Raena threw her shirt and it landed right behind Tiffany’s ass. Courtney dragged down Raena’s shorts. Whitney kept her left hand in mine as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her legs. She had on pantyhose over a red French cut panties. I grinned and stopped her from rolling down the pantyhose. I pulled her to me. I kissed her hard.

Another different woman, another different kiss. She was a follower, ready to receive and eager to please but she didn’t push back, didn’t move without direction. I started with one hand unbuttoning her top. Most were already slightly open, she was ready for me. Tiffany’s hand joined mine as we pulled back and opened her up the rest of the way.

“What are we—” Whitney started to ask, looking into Tiffany’s eyes with terrible trepidation. I interrupted her with the tear of her hose. I was giving myself a treat. I twisted her pushed her back against the table.

“Hop up,” Tiffany had to instruct her as she brushed aside Whitney’s hair, “Hop up.”

Whitney’s butt landed on the edge of the table as I hurried out of my jeans. I looked around the room. Courtney had Raena’s cheeks in her hands and was dragging the littler blonde into her pussy. I grinned. Raena had been a well-trained pussy eater. I know Tiffany liked her a lot. I watched Tiffany crawl up onto the table. I ran my hand down the curve of her ass and felt the moisture beading on her cunt. This girl was sex made flesh.

Whitney was my target now. I ripped her hose open making a big hole in her crotch. I ran my fingers over her sex. She wasn’t nearly as ready as Tiffany.

“I was hoping I could just rip my way in but these are still in the way,” I grinned into her face and her smile flickered and faltered.

“I’m sorry,” She hoped.

“Don’t be sorry,” I said, “Just know the next time you wear pantyhose, I’ll want to do this right.”

I started tugging the shredded mess and her panties down her legs. Tiffany knelt over Whitney and they kissed. Tiffany kissed girls way different from me. It was fun to watch but it was clear Tiffany was getting frustrated by Whitney’s ripostes.

“Lick me you worthless skank!” Courtney bellowed.

“I’m sorry, just give me a second, please,” Raena scrambled back and was trying to take deep breaths.

“Get back in there, Rae,” Tiffany pointed at Courtney’s legs, “You know we don’t leave each other wanting.”

“We don’t?” Whitney turned to me.

“Never,” I nodded. Whitney turned to Tiffany again. I cranked her knees open and made sure Whitney’s ass was on the lip of the table. I had my cock out. I turned to Raena. She held up a finger and took another couple deep breaths, “Are you OK?”

“Yeah,” She nodded, “I think it’s over.”

Raena’s eyes smoldered at me and then turned to Courtney. “Race you, Wizard. I bet I can get off Courtney before you can get off Whitney.”

“Never,” I laughed. Whitney was leaning crooked and Tiffany was holding Whitney’s head to her breasts, “Tiff?”

“She’s too gentle,” Tiffany moaned. I slapped Whitney on the thigh. She jumped off of the teenager and stared at me.

“Make her feel it,” I leaned in and whispered at Whitney’s ear.

“I will,” She nodded, her voice sounded steadier, sexier. I grabbed my dick and found her cunt. I drove into her.

There was liberation in sex. I hadn’t know it in high school. We weren’t a match. I was abjectly enslaved to Janine in college. The frenzied fooling around and puppy dog following. I hadn’t any idea how to let go of my own shit and enjoy myself. That one girl, a few years later, that was freedom. Freedom like I could find with any woman now. No limits, no hesitations, no problems, no unhappy parties.

“Holy shit!” Whitney whispered as I fucked her. Tiffany was rubbing around us, teasing Whitney’s clit and guiding her teeth back onto Tiffany’s breasts. Muffled shrieks and happy groans echoed and rippled on Tiffany’s skin. I used Tiffany’s calf and Whitney’s left hand as my hand holds. The table was bolted down to the floor and yet it still yawned against it’s braces.

“Lick Rae-Rae, lick me,” Courtney cooed, “Matthew, you got to get this girl to teach Melody.”

“Oh,” I chuckled, “Who should Raena be learning from?”

“Robin,” Courtney gleefully suggested.

“Ah, no fair, she’s gay!” Tiffany grumbled. I leaned in and kissed her. She giggled at first, always high and somehow on a trigger. She shook and settled herself climbing back in.

“Robin doesn’t pull away!” Courtney moaned, “C’mon, Matthew’s going to win.”

“He should win,” Tiffany turned from me. I squeezed her muscle with a smile.

“I want a real competition,” I grinned, “Get her off, Raena.”

“I—” Raena nodded, swallowed and drove back in.

“That is so good!” Courtney agreed.

I was smiling. Fuck though, I didn’t have Sara and I didn’t have Melody. I was going to burn out too early. Raena would jump at the opportunity to be my little cock resurrector. Tiffany... I think I’d ruin something about her if I didn’t let her take her own journey into the sex. I just didn’t mind making sure it was me she discovered things with.

“What are you thinking about?” Tiffany caught my stare. It helped me hold back. Whitney’s cunt was silk and fire. I loved it.

“I was thinking about you,” I explained and kissed her lightly.

“Oh my God!” She grinned.

“Oh my God!” Courtney snarled, “What the fuck Raena?”

Courtney King — Monday, July 27th, 2015

“Gross!” I pushed Raena away from me, “You just threw up in my cunt! Matthew!”

“What’s wrong?” Matthew pushed Whitney off of himself and onto the floor. He scurried over to me as I was wiping the half digested bagel of my thighs, “Raena are you OK?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” The little blonde skank was looking green. I wanted to slap her. I was trying to get the skirt around my waist off without dragging it through the mess.

“It’s OK, sweetheart, It’s OK,” He was brushing back her hair and leaning his forehead against hers. Whitney, dazed and half fucked, put her hand on my shoulder.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to get cleaned up.” She promised and led me out of the room. Tiffany waited. Her breasts covered in Whitney’s bite marks. I blew her a kiss, she blew me a raspberry. I liked her. She was good enough to be one of us.

We rushed past the front room once Whitney saw that Olive was alone at the reception desk. The washroom was on the other side of the break room, right next to the office with the nameplate Nadine Donaldson. Another bitch I’d yet to see. We were going to have to do something for dick. I liked Matthew’s butt spreading eight inches, rounded up, over thirty girls was going to leave us short.

The office washroom was a toilet, a sink, and a mirror.

“There are paper towels in the breakroom,” Whitney ditched me when she saw the cardboard tube on a roll over the toilet. I sighed and sat down. The squelching under my thighs weirded me out. Raena was going to be a handful.

“Oh my God,” Whitney shook her head as she returned. She was looking less flushed now. More sane. She frowned as she handed me the roll and put some squares under the tap, “What the fuck is wrong with us?”

“I dunno, most people have to believe in miracles,” I shrugged as I cleared off my leg. Whitney squatted down in front of me and started with the warm water. Her touch was firm and caring, “We get to live them.”

“I don’t like girls,” She was crying, great, another fucking Gwen. I wondered if we were compelled or just smart enough not to get slugged in the hormones around Matthew, “I just—What I did to that kid...”

“She’s an adult,” I scowled, being 19 myself. Whitney was nearly 30, the difference wasn’t that big, “She handles it.”

“Better than I do,” Whitney shuddered. I stood up and she went all the way around my legs. I felt better. I looked down at her. Her bra was still on and her pantyhose were torn open for Matthew.

“If it wasn’t for Deborah, Tiffany might be the best.” Actually, Sylvie was the best. But fangirl excited wasn’t handling things well it was just diving in with both feet and hurrying to drown.

“What about you?”

“You be the judge,” I helped her back to her feet. She looked stunned as I pulled her into a kiss. I prefer fucking boys. I prefer making out with them. Even the scared, uncertain ones, they eventually push back. Whitney just followed and I had to lead. Her breasts were big, bigger than mine, bigger than any here today. Eden would hate her. Eden hated Robin too.

I grabbed her breast and she moaned, pitiably. I figured she wanted to throw me off but couldn’t bring herself to. I dragged out her tongue and bit down on her lip. I dug my thumbnail into her nipple.

“So?” I pulled back and loved the look of my lip gloss smudged on her lips.

“So what?” She breathed and shook.

“How do I handle things?”

“Can you show me how to feel better about this?” Her eyes were puffed up from just the little bit of crying she had done. It was gross, I couldn’t take her back to Matthew like this, “Please?”

I could. I pushed her back down into a squat. I stepped over her shoulder and settled my half eaten pussy onto her lips. I could show her, if she started performing better.

Lewis Cooke — Tuesday, July 28th, 2015

The scuffle in the garage wasted too much time. Luckily, there seemed to be little traffic. I rode out in the front van. I wasn’t getting caught in the box with the abductees. Murder, kidnapping, even rape I guess. I’d crossed the rubicon and was now literally worse than even the worst client I ever defended. I dialled the office.

“I can speak freely, Master,” Answered my slave. It felt good to have Adrienne under my thumb. Everyone just wanted to go against their boss on some days. Adrienne was supportive, educated, well ordered and competent. Unlike the others I’d grabbed. I was feeling good.

“Excellent cunt,” I liked slave but Adrienne flinched at the worst language, “You’ve been tasked with thanking our client. He picked the right men for the job.”

“Of course, I’ll have Maxine put together something suitable,” It was a dodge. She hated when I fucked her. She despised when I cuckolded her husband. She railed against me throwing her husband onto any of my other girls. I craved to discover how she’d take being a party favor. This wasn’t the opportunity. I had a very limited number of slave collars, endangering ourselves by making a play on the local family was a stretch of resources. Schoolboy would prefer some Swiss chocolates, Italian wine and Scotch whiskey anyways.

“Excellent,” I grinned, “And send Timothy to your place. You have enough bedrooms for the work.”

“Um, yes,” She feared, “Master, we have more meetings with the petitioners this week.”

“Good point, handle those and get more morning after pills. I’m getting sick of condoms.”

“I will,”

“You’ve satisfied me.”

“Thank you master.” I hung up the phone on her mousy voice. This was incredible. It was a forty minute drive out of town to Adrienne’s home. She lived in a wide forested subdivision where the poorest neighbors had a second garage and a five acres. Her husband was waiting for us, his car pulled out and parked on the back lawn. We backed the vans into the garage.

“Thank you Mr Michaels,” I shook the driver’s hand and he nodded. He stayed in the van as the guys in the other vehicle surrounded the back doors. I took my spot in plain view. The doors opened.

Our three guests were in dire straits. The daughter sat up straight on her ankles while the secretary was curled up, having cried herself out. The third woman, another of Ishmael’s slaves, was calmer but more terrified.

“Ladies, our gentlemen visitors are going to walk you in through the door and down the stairs. You’ll be zip tied to a bed frame and they will leave. We are not going to hit you, we are not going to yell at you, however we require your silence. Will we need to gag any of you?”

“June needs the gag,” The daughter, Gabrielle, nodded at the curled ball of fear.

“What! Please don’t I’ll—”

A larger ginger man with a beard and leather jacket dragged her by the thighs to the edge of the van while his black compatriot fitted a ring gag into June’s gasping mouth. She hardly fought. She was too scared.

“And you two?”

“We are fine,” Gabrielle nodded, “Come on Carmen.”

The daughter led the slave by the hand and they followed the thugs through the house and down to the basement. The basement was well finished and was practically its own apartment. There were two bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchenette. Shawn, Adrienne’s husband, was waiting with his arm around his daughter and Bryn at his elbow. All three were wearing my collars. Leather for Bryn, iron chain for Shawn and silver for Rosalyn. She seemed impassive. We walked the women into the left bedroom and zip tied each to the bed.

“Final payment is just this way, gentlemen,” Shawn held his daughter’s hand and led our escorts away. Bryn waited in the doorjamb. I looked down at the three women. They fit, mostly, on the queen. Gabrielle’s left leg dangled off the edge. June was sobbing and hiccuping as her tongue toyed around the steel and rubber stopper in her teeth. I smiled.

Since returning from out west, I had probed the strengths and weaknesses of my slaves. Nadine was usually my choice with new arrivals. The elder slave had a brand heartlessness that passed way beyond effectiveness and into religiosity. Lucy, who was the loyalest of my originals, was considerably less willing but just as ready to serve. Bryn was my choice today. Bryn hesitated and then reprimanded herself by going even harder. I enjoyed the start.

“So that’s where the sluts have gotten off to,” Gabrielle rolled her eyes at Bryn, “Did you take my boat too?”

I ignored her and Bryn stepped forward. She had pulled her hair back into a very tight ponytail. I’d heard several associates and on junior partner refer to the hairstyle as looking fierce. I just found it made Bryn look younger.

“Hi Carmella.” She apologized.

“Hi Bryan.” Snapped the Latina.

“It’s Carmen. Remember the names of the asses you’ve eaten,” Gabrielle rolled her eyes.

“You told me you wouldn’t need a gag,” I reminded her fiercely and she shut up her mouth. Her eyes were still scowling. I cocked a little smile. June started screaming into her gag. Bryn had slipped the fabric shears from her back pocket.

“They’re gone, Master,” Shawn returned. He swallowed, I watched the hate in his eyes reflect inwards, “Roz is waiting for you in her room.”

“Good, “ I slapped him on the shoulder. I watched Bryn run her fingers over Gabrielle’s necklace, “Just throw that away.” It skittered into the doorway and stopped an inch shy of my feet. I turned to leave, “Shawn, you know how Rosalyn likes to scream. If you don’t want to hear it, better these girls drown her out.”

Gabrielle Collins — Tuesday, July 28th, 2015

I rolled over in bed, uncatching the collar from my throat. That had been fun, his goons weren’t monsters, didn’t know how to be monsters. Hair cut lawyer was even my type. The father was better skilled. I couldn’t remember when they had taken June away to visit with Cooke but Carmen’s side of the bed was still warm.

My clothes were destroyed but there was a dress hanging on the back of the door. I stepped on the house mother who was sleeping on the floor as I walked over to it. She hardly even made a sound. My little necklace was the first thing I put back on.

“You might as well leave the dress,” Lewis had reappeared in the doorway. His eyes sliming over my legs and not yet noticing my throat, “You’ll also want to gain a few pounds. You’re too skinny.”

“Well thank you for that loving advice, Lewis,” I sighed, “I saw you’ve collected men as well.”

“A few, it’s important to cover all of my bases,” He grinned, “Besides, a rich land developer with a hot wife, a hot daughter, and a full bank accounts makes a great stooge.”

“Stooge?” I rolled my eyes. Slave was better. Dad owned that. The girls were sluts and cunts. The men were future car accidents. Matthew was calling them girlfriends and lovers. At least Lewis was naming them right, “You know better than that, Lewis.”

“I do,” He nodded, “You’re leaving.”

“You expected this?” I picked up the dress. I’d get his eyes off of me. Fucking his partners was one thing. Having the girls pleasure me another. But I wasn’t his.

“You’re not the first to be immune,” He admitted, “Carmen is also too far gone. However, I have the resources and support for her.”

“There was someone before Carmen, I suspect. I expect you’re talking about one of Reid’s? I’m not surprised, father was very careful not to let others play with his toys. I’d be surprised if Matthew could name half of his sluts.”

“He won’t have need to remember them much longer,” He offered to zip me up and I let him. His hands wandered over my shoulders, too close to my throat for comfort. He pushed me gently towards the door. The mess continued into the living room. An Asian woman was tied by the neck with a belt to the rail of a staircase. She was naked and emotionless. Nadine sipped a drink from a martini glass as she watched over Carmen sleeping on the couch. The tall Latina woman had her bracelets locked behind her. She must’ve been drugged to sleep like that. Or she had twelve years to get used to my father’s treatment.

“Ms Foster!” June was tied by the wrists and ankles in a doorway to the kitchen. She had tear stained cheeks and blubbering lips. Her collar glistened on her throat. Damn.

“She’s learning politeness quite rapidly,” Lewis explained.

“I’ve been trying that for two years now,” I laughed and she flinched, “However, I’d like to keep June? I’ve grown to expect things from her.”

“No.”

“Damn,” Shawn came down the stairs. He had a hunting rifle open over the crook of his arm. I couldn’t stop my heart from ramping up but I did keep my voice steady, “Then June’ll get you in touch with my PI. We’ll move forward from there.”

“We?” He waved the man to stop at the foot of the stairs.

“Of course,” I gestured to the room, “It’s simple really. Matthew has all of my father’s Things. I’m happy to help you. You can keep Elias’s toys. I’ll reclaim mine. We’ll share the rest.”

“You are not stupid enough to work for or to trust me.” Lewis was about to call for the gun. I spoke faster than I’d like. He knew I was nervous, even scared. I hated that.

“No, and you’re not stupid enough to trust me. However, the one thing I did know was that Elias and Matthew’s powers cannot intermix. So you’ll have your victory. I’ll have Matthew’s remains. And like any happy vulture, I’ll fly off.”