Making First Impressions. Setting Down Some Ground Rules.

"Someone help us!"
"Please, I want to go home!"
"You cannot do this! We are Americans, we have rights! I want to call my lawyer!"
"What do you people want? My parents are rich, I am sure that some sort of arrangement can be ooowww" The complainer said as his guard jabbed him with a pain stick.
"SILENCE!" I said as I floated above the holding pen I was currently keeping the men and women I had **** from my less than immaculate resurrection. They had all been stripped, processed, and were currently awaiting their assignments. Which was a fancy way of saying that my officers were fighting over which of them would breed with the prettiest boys and girls. "None of you are going home, ever! Your friends and family all believe that you died in a fire. No one is looking for you, no one is going to come and save you. All of you are mine. My prisoners, my slaves, whatever word works best for you. What is important is that I own you."
"Like Hell you do! I am an American citizen, and I will not be..." The man's words were cut off when I glared at him so hard that he turned to ash. I could have put the laser-vision in the visible spectrum, but sometimes it is more effective to go the less flashy route.
"If there are no more objections. KNEEL!" With that word, hundreds of people fell to their knees. "Praise your Lord Owner." I commanded. "I am your Lord Owner. I am your One True God-King. All other gods shall come second to me. You shall worship me and you shall spread my worship across the Cosmos. You shall be grateful for your chains, for they bind you to your Master's glory."
There was a drawn out silence before a young man called out. "PRAISE THE LORD-OWNER! Through obedience to His will and submission to His Word, we will find our, our..." The young man struggled to come up with something they would find. "We will find ourselves rewarded with. with."
"With booze, weed, hookers, and the hard stuff if that is your thing." I said. "You might all be slaves, but that does not mean that you cannot own slaves of your own. In the wars to come there will be many spoils taken, and countless souls to be bound as you yourselves are now bound unto me. Those of you who show sufficient devotion to your Master may know the pleasure of being a master, or mistress." That brought some positive murmurs to the crowd.
"Praise the Lord Owner, may he make it rain joints from the sky." One of the dudes said. I shrugged and accessed my internal replicators to cause one gram joints to come tumbling out of my hands.
"Now. Behave yourselves." I said tossing a few lighters down to the crowd. "and remember, in my empire, there are lots of things which you are allowed to have, but the one thing you do not have is a choice. My Word is Law. My Will be Done. Say it, slaves."
"""Your Word is Law, Your Will be Done."""
"I love you Lord Owner." I heard a curly haired ginger girl with the body of an athlete call up to me. I had never heard a girl tell me that she loved me before. I reached out with my telekinesis and lifted her above the crowd. She looked down then up at me with awe and wonder. Once she was inches from me I gently caressed her body.
"You want to serve me?" I asked her.
"Yes. My Owner. I want to devote myself completely to my Master." She said giving her eyes a flutter.
"Then, you can serve me..."my fingers tightened around her hair making the ginger girl I recognized from my order taking days as an entitled brat who thought that her good looks and Daddy's money gave her the right to have priority over the other customers. "...by pleasing my soldiers, whore." I tossed the girl through a portal. "Give our slaves a demonstration of what awaits them." I said to the guards. A projection of the ginger girl in a brothel pen looking confused moments before a door opened to allow for a bronze-skinned humanoid to enter the room. The creature which was mostly human, but clearly a human who was engineered for war and infused with arcane energies, picked the girl up by her neck, looked at her contemptuously for a brief moment, then through her on the bed.
"Please." The girl said with tears in her eyes.
"Shut the fuck up, whore. Cry all you want, it is only going to make **** you more fun. Please, fight, claw, try and run. It is just going to make fucking your three holes. That. Much. Better." The soldier said as he pushed the crying girl down, and chewed on her tits as he roughly **** himself inside of her. "Yeah. That is right. Scream LOUDER!" He said as he ravaged her.

The crowd of penned in human slaves watched in horror and shock as they witnessed the most violent and sadistic **** any of them could imagine happening to one of their friends in real time. "It is a fuck or get fucked world you live in now, slaves. Get used to it." With that, I portalled out to check on Emma, Hannah, and Leah.