Truly Conquered

AN: I went back and added some reference images for some of the girls. I won't be doing this for every girl, but if I find an image that I think fits, I'll add it. Additionally, some things such as the clothes or even some of the physical attributes of the girls may be different than what is described in the story. I just decided to include images if I thought they captured the general idea of the character's appearance.

Mila may have been drunk to the point of collapse, but that didn’t mean my night was over. My night with her was over, of course, but she wasn’t the only bitch I had on my roster. That was what brought me to the sidewalk outside the Mirage Nightclub, arm extended to help Liza out of the car. She had really outdone herself this time.

Her face was done up in an appropriately whorish amount of makeup, accentuated by gold glitter. It matched the gold of her top, a strip of gold cloth that wrapped around her neck, and strained to hold up both her melons. It also displayed some great underboob. It was joined only by a matching gold thong, leaving her tanned flat stomach and massive ass globes completely bare for my viewing pleasure. To top the whole thing off, she was wearing gold stilettos.

I waved the driver of the limo off. I had come in my Rolls, sending the limo to pick Liza up. “Beautiful as ever, darling,” I said to her as I brought her hand up to my lips. But instead of giving it a gentlemanly kiss, I sensually ran my tongue along her smooth fingers, staring her in the eye all the while. She shivered in arousal. Then I led her up the marble stairs of the club.

Mirage was a very high-end club. More exclusive than Megazonic, it was one of the most expensive in the city. Also owned by me. Tickets ran into the thousands of dollars to be permitted to the luxuries that lay within. It wouldn’t be much of a nightclub if you had to bring your own bitches, of course, and pretty much no woman could afford her own tickets. So the bouncers would let in only the most beautiful of bitches for free. In Segia, that was a very high bar. Sluts clamored over each other to try to get in, each hoping to get hitched to a rich man.

As the bouncer waved me through without a word, Liza looked wondrously at the line of beautiful whores stretching around the block, and how the bouncers waved 10 after 10 away. She was even more overwhelmed when we stepped into the club. The main room was illuminated by warm reds and purples, accentuated by the gold crystal chandelier that hung over the center of the dance floor. The floors were polished marble, covered partially by beautiful rugs. The dance floor was the exception, being tiled with black Italian porcelain.

It was crowded with stunningly beautiful women, each dressed in such a manner that they would have been arrested for public indecency in any other country, if they weren’t completely naked. Liza looked intimidated. Good. That was, after all, part of the reason I had taken her here. She needed to realize that any or all of these bitches would gladly give everything they owned to suck me off. She needed to realize that quite a few of them would be sucking me off. This would be her true test. Of course, what she didn’t seem to know was that she could go toe to toe with the best of these girls for beauty. I only selected the very best for myself, after all.

I led Liza to one of the velvet couches that ringed the dance floor. These were much less crowded; only men could use them, or bitches that were invited by men. And given that there were ten times as many bitches as men at the club, it was not difficult to find an empty one.

I turned to Liza. “What do you think?” I asked. I didn’t have to shout. The music here was quiet enough that conversation could still be held.

She still seemed to have trouble taking the whole thing in. “It’s… it’s incredible. I thought I was used to luxury from living with my husband. But this isn’t like anything I’ve seen before.”

Of course. Segia was very rich, especially among the elite. Her husband couldn’t hope to stand with any of the patrons of this club when it came to wealth. Or anything else, probably. None of them compared to me, of course. They weren’t even in the same universe.

I waved a waiter over. “I’ll take a sapphire martini. And you, dear?” I didn’t bother ordering for her. I was quite confident that Liza already understood my absolute authority over her.

“A bloody mary would be great, thanks.”

Our drinks arrived barely a moment later. Sipping her cocktail, Liza asked, “Do you come here a lot?”

“No, not recently. This is the first time since I got back, actually. And even before my world tour, I mostly let my managers deal with running the place.”

“Wait, you own this club?!” She was visibly shocked.

“This one and thousands like it.”

“Is that how we got in?”

I laughed. “They would have let me in regardless, for being a Segeste. Or for being the Council Chairman. But even if I was just some poor schmuck, you’re hot enough to get in by yourself.”

“Really?” She tried and failed to conceal her bright smile.

Time to take her down a peg. I yawned. “God, I could use a nice ball licking right now. You!” I shouted to a passing redhead, beautiful as a supermodel and curvy as an hourglass. “Come over here and suck on my nuts!”

She rushed over, unzipping my pants and whipping out my 14-inch bitchbreaker. It smacked satisfyingly against her face. Not a moment later, she was slobbering all over my balls.

Liza looked supremely uncomfortable, but she knew better than to try to tell me off, and she wasn’t quite at the point where she would volunteer to take over. A bit of playing around in the ocean where no one could really see us was one thing, but right here? Surrounded by some of the wealthiest men in Segia? She wasn’t quite where I wanted her yet.

She tried to carry on our conversation, but kept getting distracted by what was going on. I didn’t make any effort to help her, instead letting the slut licking my balls occupy her attention.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Wanna dance?” She asked desperately.

“Sure.”

I casually shoved the whore off my balls, sending her sprawling to the ground. I didn’t bother to put my cock away. Liza couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She did manage to walk over to the dance floor, but I shook my head. “This one’s way too crowded. Let’s go to the VIP one upstairs.”

She raised her eyebrows. “There’s a VIP section in this place?!” I nodded.

I took her hand and led her to the stairs, to make sure she didn’t crash into anyone with her eyes fixed on my half-hard dick. A few bold female hands reached out to stroke it as we walked, but I swatted them away. When we got to the stairs, however, I gestured for her to go first. She giggled.

“I can’t possibly think of a reason why you want me to walk first up these stairs.”

I just shrugged. As she walked, she very deliberately swayed her hips. I very deliberately stared at her round globes. It wasn’t long before my half-hardon was a full hardon. When we reached the top of the stares, I was about ready to bend her over right then and there. But no, I could be a bit more patient than that. Another bouncer stood at the top of the stairs, but he too recognized me and waved us through.

The room we stepped into was smaller than the one downstairs, but louder. Unlike that one, it was entirely devoted to dancing. The proportions were slightly more even here- there were maybe 30 men, all extremely rich, and maybe 80 women. These bitches were the cream of the cream of the crop. And there was much more fucking going on here. Most of the inhabitants were pounding each other to the rhythmic thump of the bass.

Liza was hornier now, and she seemed more excited by the fucking than intimidated. “Come on, let’s dance!” She said enthusiastically.

I grinned. “Alright, show me what you got.”

I allowed her to pull me close, as we both swayed to the music. Her tits were pressed against my chest, her nipples poking out. I was so much taller than her that my cock, sticking up, was pressing against the bottom of her tits. She paid it special attention, making sure her jugs jiggled against it as she grinded on me. A dollop of precum found its way onto her top.

I grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against me. As she looked up at me, the look of worship in her eyes was so intense that I knew she was ready. I leaned down and captured her ruby lips in a passionate kiss. She moaned, and I held her up as she experienced a mini-orgasm. Once she was steady again, my hands snaked down to her ass. I took two great handfuls of her fat ass, squeezing the pliant flesh. She couldn’t help but cum again, moaning into my mouth. When I hoisted her up, she wrapped her long legs around my waist. I continued to kiss her, still holding her by her ass.

Then my cock was pressed against her dripping cunt. The only thing separating them was her flimsy gold thong. I bounced her up and down, grinding my massive boner against her fuckhole. “Let’s get out of here,” I growled.

The limo was taking us to the nearest hotel, a luxury five-star owned by a subsidiary of one of my shell companies. Despite the fact that it was two minutes away, Liza couldn’t restrain herself. She had taken off her top, and was now vigorously sucking on my balls, doing her best imitation of a chipmunk. It was nice to see her there, just like the slut that I had so casually tossed aside earlier. She was only worth more because I had decided the curve of her ass was slightly better. She was currently enjoying the greatest honor any slut like her could hope to attain.

She whined when the limo pulled over in front of the hotel. I gave her a slap with my cock, reminding her to be patient. She didn’t bother to put her top back on as we walked through the lobby. The bellboy stared, as did the security guards, but they knew they would never have her. She was mine.

We got into the elevator along with an old man, dressed sharply in a business suit. Liza looked at him nervously, but all thoughts of the other occupant of the elevator disappeared when I pulled her into another kiss. My cock was hotdogging her ass, and both my hands reached around her body to latch onto her tits. She had to crane her neck and look toward the ceiling to kiss me as I stood behind her, but she didn’t care.

The elevator stopped, and I broke our kiss to watch the old man get out. Liza was too horny to notice, but I saw him wink as he left. From there, it was up to the penthouse. I grabbed Liza by her ass once again, carrying her to the room as we made out. Once we made it in, neither of us took the time to enjoy the sight of the massive, richly decorated space. No, it was right to the bed.

I plopped her down onto the soft mattress. Not even patient enough to take off her thong, I simply pulled it to the side. And then I made that final, long awaited thrust into the cunt that was begging for her presence. I groaned, stretching her walls with my massive shaft. She screamed, cumming from the penetration of the biggest cock she had ever seen. I had the presence of mind to reach into my pocket and pull out one of my little birth control stickers. I didn’t want her getting pregnant just yet. I stuck my finger into her ass even as I continued my slow pumping rhythm. She was too delirious to notice me placing the switch that now laid inside her asshole, giving me complete control over her womb. Then I gradually started to speed up. That really got her going.

“OH FUCK!!! FUCK ME, LEO! FUCK THIS CUNT! FUCK YOUR SLUT! SHOW ME A WOMAN’S TRUE PLACE!”

I laughed, continuing to thrust faster and faster. She came, and then came again. And again. Each time she screamed, something equally revealing.

“BREED THIS BITCH!”

“CUM IN YOUR FUCKHOLE!”

“CLAIM ME, MASTER!”

She had always been the perfect slut in my interactions with her, but never so enthusiastically degrading or misogynistic. It had been there, but more like a truth she believed or acquiesced to. Now, she showed it to be a true passion. I didn’t know if she had been like this before I met her, but she certainly was now.

I pulled out of the bitch. She looked up at me in a haze of horny desperation. “Please! Give me your cock, Master!”

It was an amusing sight. I wasn’t sure about the ‘Master’ thing, though. All my slaves called me that, but with mistresses, it wasn’t necessarily the case. It would be good during sex, I decided, though maybe not all the time. But I had other concerns right now.

“Get on your hands and knees, bitch.”

She was in position practically before I was done talking, shaking and wiggling her ass at me. She meant it to be sensual, but it really just looked ****. Regardless, I was quick to take the invitation. I grabbed her hips and speared her on my cock. Then I rutted into her with wild abandon.

“OH GOD! OH FUCK!”

I stared at her ass as it rippled to the impact of my hips, clapping wildly.

SMACK!

She came screaming. Her cunt walls clenched on my shaft, and her ass rippled even more.

SMACK!

She came again, harder this time.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

I alternated cheeks with my smacking, all the while thrusting into her with the speed and strength of a charging bull. Soon enough, her ass was completely red. Satisfied, I grabbed her tits, and then settled myself balls deep inside her, roaring victoriously as I pumped my seed inside my bitch, completely conquered.

When I finally pulled out, her stomach bulged lewdly from the cum that filled her womb, a sharp preview of what was to come. Still spraying, I directed the rest of my ejaculate all over her ass and back. Exhausted but deeply satisfied, Liza collapsed. She seemed about ready to fall asleep.

“Not so fast, slut.” I said, my eyes fixed on the one hole I had not yet claimed. “This night is far from over.”