Positions

"Cumdump, present yourself to the slaves," The master demanded, pointing at a spot on the cold, concrete floor in front of him.

She obeyed without hesitancy, crawling on her hands and knees to the spot he indicated before assuming her position. As she spread her lips, revealing her pregnant cunt to the other two slaves, he said: "You will present yourself like this at any time when requested. Tits on the floor, ass up, lips spread. You will hold this position until you're told otherwise. Is that clear?"

"Yes master." came their reply, in unison.

"Good. Now lets see you try," he indicated for the news slaves to follow Cumdump's lead.

As the women shifted to replicate the desired position, the light caught the puddle of juices that had collected under Cocksleeve as she was kneeling.

"Wait a second," he said, walking over and grabbing Cocksleeve by her hair as she was on her hands and knees. "What do we have here?" he said, directing her head to view her puddle.

"Er, what do you mean?" the **** stumbled, visibly confused.

The master reached back and smacked her on her swollen, exposed lips. She yelped.

"Try again bitch." He said with a growl, indicating that he was not in the mood for a **** playing dumb.

"What is this..." he said, pushing her head down and towards her puddle. "all over my nice, clean floor?"

From her position Cumdump could see the flush rise in Cocksleeve's cheeks as she realized what he'd been asking about.

"It's...a puddle...of my juices Master..." she whimpered, clearly confused and a little scared.

"Put your face in it Cocksleeve," he commanded. She obeyed, assuming her position, chest to the ground and pussy spread, with her face in the puddle.

"Did you like all that talk about how I'm going to use you? How I own you body and soul?

"...yes Master..." she replied, meekly.

"Good, I'm glad to hear it. But before you get to fulfil your purpose today you're going to clean my floor like a good little ****. Do I make myself clear?"

Cocksleeve voiced her understanding and went to work, lapping at the puddle with her tongue.

"Cumdump?" He said, standing and turning towards the supplicant ****.

"Yes master," the she replied.

"Come with me, we're gonna get those tits drained today." He turned to the hand that had been taking their pictures, "When she's done, take them both to the breeding room and get them started. Don't bother tying them down."

"Yes sir." Came the reply.

As Cumdump followed her master out of the room she turned to glace briefly at her new co-slaves. Both still had their faces to the ground, pussies spread. #27's cunt was glistening in the light, lube coating her inner lips. But juices were coursing down the inside of Cocksleeve's legs, threatening to form a new puddle on the master's floor.