First of Many

My new townhouse was large, to be sure, though nowhere near what it could have been. It looked small from the outside– and indeed, the front was narrow. This was my father’s intention, to humble me. But he didn’t know that I had learned of the house he purchased for me months in advance, and bought the property behind it, combining the two to create a deceptively large building with plenty of room to meet all of my needs. For the moment, at least.

After leaving the mansion, I had taken Ana out to the pool house and had her suck every drop of cum from the towel and her crop top, before fucking her up the ass so hard she would feel as if it had been ripped out for a month. I would have had her pussy as well, but it wouldn’t do for my father to learn of a pregnancy, and the birth control I usually used was at my new house.

My limo driver, still technically employed by my father, had taken me back to my apartment, where I had had a low-key night, directing the movers to get my final items in place. Now it was 9:30 a.m. and I was working out in my new home gym. I had never needed to exercise to maintain my excellent physique, but I didn’t like to stay idle. I was so hard at work benching 800 lbs, music blaring, that I almost didn’t notice the doorbell go off. While my house was big enough to fit everything I needed, it had not been necessary to take on any servants, and so I got up to get the door myself.

If someone was at my door, it meant my surreptitiously placed security guards had approved them. I had my suspicions as to who it was. Indeed, Audrey stood before me as I opened the door to the already bustling city street. She had platinum blonde hair arrayed in a messy bun, and a light pink dress that hugged her massive tits, at least G cups, deliciously. Still, nowhere near enough skin was showing, as she would soon learn.

My father had sent her over to “consult” with me. I knew her true purpose– to be my new ****. He had sent her over to get in my good graces, and so I would feel more in debt to him. I would take the gift, she was a good looking bitch after all, though I would take care to disabuse her of any sentiments of loyalty she had for my father. There likely wouldn’t be much of that, though, as my father had barely even met her. She was around my age, and my father was too old at this point to do much of anything beyond having his dick sucked. I was sure she had never even done that much, as I could almost guarantee she had been bought and trained for the express purpose she was being used for now.

On the cusp of saying something as I opened the door, she was momentarily startled by my size and appearance as I stared down at her. However, she quickly gathered herself and let out in a respectful tone, “Hi, young Master, I’m–”

“The slut my father sent as a gift for me. You can drop the ‘young.’ I’m the only master you’ll ever have again.” I saw no reason to keep up any sort of charade with her, and I was of the opinion that a woman should speak as little as possible unless it was to demean herself.

She was again taken aback by my boldness, but my commanding voice ensured I would hear no word of complaint. “That’s right, Master. Your father sent me to be your new… um… ****. You can do whatever you want with me he says, as long as you don’t, uh, ‘muck it up.’”

“The wishes of my father are no longer your concern. You serve only me now, is that understood?”

She nodded meekly. And that put an end to that matter.

“Now turn around. Let’s see what you have to offer me.”

She did so immediately, revealing an ass as fat as her tits. It was also tight and perky, a true marvel. The cunt undoubtedly had a great body to go with that beautiful face, even by Segia standards. I then had her bend over, before groping her through the light fabric of her dress. It was indeed as tight as it looked. She just stood there, moaning softly as the city life of Segia passed us by. The street was bustling; the row of townhouses next to me was part of a popular neighborhood, and one of the city’s many shopping districts was zoned right across the street. Still, hardly anyone even glanced in our direction, except perhaps some men with fine taste appreciating a particularly beautiful bitch. Such a thing as we were doing had become standard in Segia long ago.

I was not quite content to leave it at a bit of groping. No, it was time to teach this cunt a lesson. Let her know how things would be from then on.

“This is quite a tight dress, slut. Very whorish. Of course, a woman would never pass up a chance to show off her figure. But it’s not quite up to my standards. You see, it doesn’t show enough skin.”

With that, I took hold of the hem of the dress and ripped off the bottom third in one motion. Audrey gasped, clearly not expecting my strength, but otherwise managed to stay still. From there, I brought her upright and ripped the front as well, just below her collar. I then spun her around, to reveal the fruits of my labor.

Her dress now hung to just above her pussy. I could now see that it was clean-shaven, and left almost bare by the ridiculously slutty red thong she was wearing, practically just two pieces of string. On her chest, the tear I had made gave a window to her gigantic jugs, which were now visible almost to her nipples. Those self-same nipples were poking through the still-tight fabric of the dress, as perky as the rest of her tits. Of course, all the tits on Segia were ridiculously perky. It was a side effect of the **** that made them so big, and made women more submissive. Women on the island would remain perky until their mid to late 70s, at which point even the miracle ****, Slutavin, could not hope to preserve smooth skin and a proper figure. At that point, they were shipped off to wherever would take them, where they would die pretty quickly. A side effect of the ****. Everything has a price, after all. Women lost all value when their beauty went, anyway, so I had never cared.

“This is slutty enough to serve for the moment,” I told my new ****. “I have a new wardrobe prepared for you. I expect you to make use of it, and fill it out with new garments of a suitable nature to surprise me from time to time. You’ll have an allowance to be spent only on clothes and cosmetics, and you’ll be permitted to venture to certain shops that I have approved at 3:00 a.m. on Tuesdays, as long as you wear a **** collar to indicate your status.”

She nodded her head meekly, and said “Yes, Master.” The rules were probably harsher than what she had to follow for my father, but she could tell that I allowed no argument from cunts. She would obey.

“Good, good. Now that you understand that, let’s head inside. I’ll want to hear if my father had anything of substance to tell me, and we can get properly acquainted while you tell me. I will also inform you of your duties around here.”

I gave her a firm slap on the ass to move her inside, and we proceeded to the living room. It was a large room, decked with expensive blue couches and an intricate Persian rug. I had the lighter blue walls decked with paintings depicting my various celebrity conquests that I had commissioned during my time in L.A. By the left window, I was fucking actress Amelia Everton doggy style in the iconic costume of one of her most recognizable characters. She had been a lot less outspoken about Feminist issues recently. In between the large bay windows on the far wall, I was doing Emily Wright, the world-famous popstar from behind while she was bent over a kitchen counter on the set of her music video. Over the fireplace on the right wall, I had influencer Jenny James sucking me off, while her sisters Julia and Jane attended to my balls. And on the left wall, I took another actress, Mia Analia up the ass on the hood of a Bugatti. All of these scenes had occurred, of course; in fact, they had gone on for quite a while, as we were posing for portraits. This was just a small cross section, though. A large chunk of Hollywood’s most beautiful women were secretly my sluts, and a good number of those had my bastard daughters running around their mansions.

Audrey took all of this in as we moved to take a seat on a couch. Well, I took a seat. Audrey knelt by my feet. If any other man had such portraits adorning their walls, it would seem like a pathetic fantasy. But I could tell Audrey knew these scenes had actually taken place, from the aura I exuded.

“Alright, whore. Climb on up here and give me a ride, while you pass on the message from my father.” As I said this, I unzipped my pants, and my dick sprang forth, a great pillar of flesh rising skyward like the Eiffel Tower. She let out a shocked exclamation at its size, but dutifully obeyed, removing her thong and climbing onto the couch with her legs on either side of me, preparing to impale herself reverse-cowgirl style. I took her thong from her hand and placed it on her head, so the part that had been riding up her cunt was pressed against her nose. When the moment of truth came, she hesitated, and I could feel the fear emanating from her. I gave her a sharp slap on her ass-cheek.

“Get to it, slut. I don’t have all day.”

With that, she finally descended, impaling herself on my sword. She screamed, but it soon turned into a moan. The fear that I had felt coming from her turned into pleasure, and she came immediately, spraying her juices all over my lap. I just laughed. I was something of a sex god. Not only due to my massive cock, or the gallons of sperm I produced, or my magical voice. I was also extraordinarily gifted at making a slut cum. Ana had creamed herself twelve times during the blowjob she had given me, and I had exerted no effort there. If I so desired, I could make a girl cum every 30 seconds or so while blowing me, or make the orgasms so powerful they felt as if ten had been combined into one. And that was nothing compared to when I was fucking a nice cunt. I had the ability to cause one continuous orgasm, so pleasurable and addictive that a girl would do quite literally anything to get another taste. One might think that a man so dominant and contemptuous of his partners wouldn’t care about giving them pleasure. They would be right. But aside from my gifts being occasionally useful to inspire complete devotion, I had mastered the art of making sex deeply humiliating and demeaning for a girl. And as the pleasure increased, so too did the abject humiliation, from which I derived deep amusement.

None of these abilities were truly put to use at the moment, because I wanted Audrey to retain some ability to speak. That was not to say she was completely spared, though. Even as the first mind-numbing orgasm subsided, another one was rapidly building in her core. Not relenting, I told her to get started on her task while I groped her bouncing asscheeks.

“Yes, ahh! Oh GOD, yes, Master! Your father wants you to, ohh– to gain experience and build yourself– FUCK– a reputation, then he will… Oh god, Oh FUCK! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!”

She temporarily lost the ability to speak at this point. Meanwhile, I was sticking a finger up her ass to put a tiny pink sticker against her inner walls. She seemed to regain some of her senses at the sensation of an anal invasion.

“Ah, Master, MASTER! Oh shit! Ah Fuck! Oh God, Master, what’s that?”

“A little switch that will be your birth control. Only I can trigger it, and you can’t remove it. On one setting, it will give a 100% guarantee that you won’t get pregnant. On the other, anytime I creampie you will result in a pregnancy. For now, I’ll need you to serve me without complications like a massive belly. In the future that may change. You will have no say in the matter, of course. Now get back to it! Did my father say anything else?”

She had cum several more times while I was talking, but she seemed to have adapted enough to be able to talk again. “Yes Master, OH! He did, ahh, he said that, FUCKING HELL, I’M CUMMING AGAIN, that he has given you some, Fuck– some money to start you off, and a sealed Letter of Recommendation. Oh GOD! He said this would grant you– AGAIN! FUCK, IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN! H… h… he said this would, ahh, grant you the ability to get in with whoever you want to, with you, OH! Your father’s authorization. AH, YES MASTER!”

We fucked for another hour, changing positions several times. I briefly considered my father’s message. The slut’s constant orgasmic screaming was distracting, so I stuffed her thong into her mouth to muffle the sound. There was so little fabric that it didn’t end up doing much. My father had passed on nothing I didn’t already know. And the letters were useless– one suggestion from the mysterious Napoleon, as he was known, that headed the Sapphire Empire would suffice to get me whatever I wanted from any important person in the city, with or without my father’s approval. And that was without revealing that I was Napoleon; the Sapphire Empire was my organization, which controlled the criminal underworld and surreptitiously owned much of the global economy.

Eventually, I let myself release, and came inside Audrey. Once her pussy and womb had been filled to overflowing, I pulled out and coated her face, tits, and stomach. Even in her post-coitus delirium, she expressed shock over the amount I had cum.

“My little whore, you’ll find that I have many qualities beyond the range of normal men. And that’s not even to mention all my qualities beyond the very imagination of sluts like you. Now, onto your duties. You’ll be expected to keep this house pristine. There’s a maid’s uniform among the clothes I have provided. Additionally, you will cook every meal for me. I expect you to be an expert cook, and if my father’s training has been lacking in that area, you’d better learn quickly. I may or may not allow you to eat, depending on my mood. Of course, the pantry is stocked with dog-food if you get hungry. You’ll also get plenty of cum to fill your belly, as another of your duties will be to wake me up with a blowjob at 6:30 every morning. By the end of the week, I expect you to be able to deepthroat my entire cock and swallow all of my seed. Finally, I will take your holes whenever I feel the need, and you will perform any other task I demand of you without question. Now, that dress looks well and truly ruined. You can go change now. Take any room in the ****’s quarters, they’re all stocked with the same clothes. All of those rooms will be filled soon enough, so I suppose you’ll be able to share your duties. Oh, and keep the cum on your face for the rest of the day.”