The beauty queen's fate

After stopping to have the beauty queen dressed as a proper **** girl, her satin half-bra and matching short skirt, and stilleto-heeled shoes in dark purple with black accents, Max went directly to his uncle Alex’s office, and the rhythmic clicking of the newly-collared beauty’s heels against the marble floor echoed through the long, luxurious hall. As he led her down the hall, he admired the highly detailed oil paintings of some of his uncle’s favorite **** girls in various states of bandage. With a smile on his face, he strode into the outer office where his uncle’s personal assistant stood behind her desk in the same fashion as the receptionist.

“Good morning, Sir,” she said with a smile. “Who do we have here?”

“The winner of that beauty contest up in Nappa. Is my Uncle Alex available?”

“She is quite the beauty, my master will love her. Head right in, Sir.” Max gave a slight nod before approaching his uncle’s closed door and knocking twice before walking into his Uncle Alex’s office.

As soon as Alex Condree heard the gentle knock on his door, he looked up, and before he could say anything, the door swung open, revealing Max and the beauty queen. “Good morning. Max, is this one of the new arrivals?”

“Yeah, Uncle Alex, she was the winner of the contest. I thought you’d like to see her, just in case you wanted to keep her for yourself.”

“Well,” Alex said with a broad smile as he stood and moved around his large, ornate desk. “She certainly is quite the looker,” he added as Max handed him the beauty queen’s leash.

“Let me know what you think of her, Uncle Alex. I’m going to head back to the receiving dock.”

Alex waited until his nephew left his office and the door softly clicked closed behind him. He then looked at the beauty queen and gave her a wolvish grin as he removed her ball gag but left it dangling around her neck. “What’s your name, girl?”

“Ma-Marissa, Master,” she answered nervously.

“You certainly are beautiful enough to be in my pens,” he said as he motioned to his left. Marissa slowly turned her head slightly. When she did, she saw a beautiful African-American **** girl. She had long, silky black hair, much like Marissa’s, and was dressed in a yellow satin half-bra with black lace trim, a matching short satin skirt, and a pair of black six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes. Her arms were encased in a black latex single glove behind her back, and she stood bent at the waist, the leash attached to her collar tethered to the ring in the wall ahead of her.

“Thank you, Master,” she said, unsure of what else to do.

“I think I’ll keep you,” Alex said as he led her over to a leather armchair with wide, flat armrests. He sat on one of the armrests and pat his lap. Marrissa’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. Her ass still burned from her first spanking as a **** girl, but now that she officially had a master, she would be spanked again. She didn’t want to be spanked; she wanted to fight, to run, but she knew she had ****, not any more; she was only a **** girl. Slowly, she lowered herself over her new master’s lap, her short skirt riding up and exposing her already reddened ass and pussy. She dared to look ahead of her instead of down at the floor, and realized she still had a direct view of her fellow **** girl. Her breath hitched when she felt the man slide her skirt completely away from her ass. “My nephew, the young man who brought you to me, did he give you your first spanking as a **** girl?”

“Y-yes, Master, he did,” she replied, her voice cracking with nervousness.

“He did quite well, not that I’m surprised,” Alex said just before he delivered the first hard and painful swat to Marrissa’s already burning backside.

Marrissa threw her head back and hissed in pain. Even so, she noticed that the African-American **** girl didn’t even flinch at the sound of his hand meeting the flesh of her ass, or at her sudden hiss. The second swat came just as quickly, followed by the third and fourth, always alternating cheeks. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” Marrissa screamed as she squirmed and kicked with each painful swat of her new master’s hand, his vice-like grip keeping her in place across his lap. “Please stop!”

Alex’s next swat landed full ****, causing Marissa to let out what was possibly the loudest scream of her life before the hair grabbed her, and she felt his hot breath on her ear. “Address me properly when I allow you to speak, ****, or be punished,” he growled in her ear before he began to spank her again.

“Ahhh! Please, Master, please!” Marissa screamed as he went back to delivering hard, but measured swats with his hand. He showed her no mercy, however, and continued to spank her. By the time he stopped, Marrissa had truly accepted her fate and was no longer screaming as his hand landed again and again on her tender flesh. Instead, she cried and whimpered as she lay limp across his lap.

Finally, he stopped and shoved her off his lap, causing her to land on the plush carpeting of his office with a thud. Even through her now quiet sobs, she heard the unmistakable sound of his belt buckle coming undone. “Thank me for your spanking,” he said in a stern tone. With one last heavy sob of self-pity, Marrisa rose to her knees, facing the infamous slaver who was staring down at her with his pants undone and his hardened cock in his hand. Just as she had done with Max after she had been collared as a salve girl and given her very first spanking, she took him in her mouth and began to bob her head and hollow her cheeks. “Eyes up here!” he said before giving her a light smack on the face. “When you are privileged enough to have a man’s cock in your mouth, your eyes belong on him.” Marrissa **** herself to look up at him as she continued to suck his cock. Through her tear-blurred vision, she could still see the satisfied smirk on his face. “Keep going until I cum, and you had better swallow every last drop.”

As Marissa continued to suck on her new Master's cock, her mouth salty with her own tears, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of humiliation. Her eyes, still blurred with tears, now locked with Alex's lustful stare, saw the undeniable pleasure he was getting from her mouth.

Her cheeks ached from her forceful sucking. It would take time, training, and repeated uses before she developed the stamina of an experienced **** girl, like the one that stood just feet away and had not moved in the time since Marrissa had been brought to her new master. She continued bobbing her head as she struggled to keep up with his growing arousal. She could taste the saltiness of her own sweat, mixed with the musky scent of his desire. The sound of her muffled sobs were drowned out by the wet, rhythmic smacking noises that echoed in the room, along with the sting in her ass and the weight of the leather collar around her neck, all serving as reminders of her new place in life as one of the countless **** girls in New Los Angeles.

"That's it, slut," Alex groaned, his grip on her hair tightening. "You're getting the hang of this."

Marrisa didn't respond; of course, she only continued to focus on pleasuring him. His words stung almost as much as the spanking, but she had already learned that stopping to give any reply would likely only mean punishment. Instead, she redoubled her efforts, swirling her tongue around his girth, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head.

Alex gasped, signaling his climax was near. Marrissa braced herself, knowing full well her next task was to swallow every last drop of her Master's seed. Sure enough, with a final grunt, he released his warm, salty semen into her waiting mouth.

The taste of him flooded her senses, and even as she gagged, she **** herself to swallow every drop. The aftertaste lingered in her mouth, yet another reminder of her newfound position as a **** girl.

Alex removed his cock from her mouth with a satisfied grunt, and Marrissa collapsed back onto her calves, panting and shaking. Her body ached, but she dared not complain. Instead, she lowered her eyes to the ground, her hair forming a curtain over her tear-stained face.

"Very good," Alex purred. "You're quite the natural.” Alex put his cock back in his pants and moved to his desk, then pressed a button that summoned one of his men into his office. “Take my new girl here and get her settled in somewhere.”

“You got it, Jeffe,” the man said as he took her leash. “Mind if I make use of her?”

Alex laughed when he saw his newest **** girl flinch and turn pale. “Yeah, Miguel, help yourself.”

Meanwhile, Thorsten Condree walked past Max’s empty room, feeling a sense of pride in his son. Despite only being eighteen, Max had proven to be a talented master and slaver in his own right. What made him most proud was his work ethic. Unlike so many other eighteen-year-olds from wealthy families he had not chosen to spend his entire summer amusing himself with the family’s **** pen, but instead had chosen to enter the family business of turning free women into **** girls to be sold, and ever since his trip to Cody’s ranch, had expressed interest in becomeing a rancher keeping heards of hu-cows and ponygirls. “I hope I can convince him to put in some time as a broker too this summer. I think he’d be good at it,” he said to himself as he moved on and went toward his home office.

When he entered the room, the overhead light was already bathing the large office in soft yellow lighting that pulled out the warmth of the dark red walls and his large mahogany desk. Sunlight crept in through the curtains covering the large window that overlooked the meticulously kept gardens of the Condree Estate below. His long-time **** girl, Bridget, had just placed a large mug of freshly-ground and brewed coffee on his desk. She had been dressed for the day in a black satin half-bra with red lace trim, a matching short satin skirt, and red open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels.

“Good morning, Master Thorsten,” she said, curtsying to him gracefully.

“Good morning, Bridget,” he said as he sat at his desk and started up his computer. He took a long sip of the coffee and then looked at it with satisfaction. “Well done.”

“Thank you, Master Thorsten. Master Max enjoyed it as well.”

Thorsten said nothing as he opened a video chat program, as he continued to drink his coffee. Only a couple of minutes after opening the program, his computer began to chime, signally a video call, the name on the screen reading Representative Cooper, a sitting member of the Conclave representing Southern California. Thorsten snapped his fingers and pointed downward. Understanding his unspoken command, Bridget dropped to her knees and crawled between his legs before quickly and quietly undoing his pants and sucking his cock.

As Bridget began to pleasure him, Thorsten clicked accept and answered the call. He smiled when the image of a balding man with greying light brown hair. “Good morning, Mr. Condree, thank you for taking this meeting at such an early hour,” Representative Cooper said with a smile.

“Always a pleasure to talk to you, Representative Cooper. What can I do for you?”

“My daughter’s eighteenth birthday is in a couple of weeks, and she is dead set on a ponygirl. Specifically, a blonde one. I was hoping you might be able to find one with an agreeable temperament. Price is no issue.”

“That should be doable, Representative. Where and when would you ideally want her delivered?”