Day at the Beach

After a satisfying gym session and a delicious breakfast, involving Audrey kneeling next to my seat as I groped her during my meal, I set out for the day. I wanted to revisit some more of the city today, and maybe find a new **** or two. For my first stop, I decided on the beach. There were actually many beaches in Segia, what with it being a Caribbean island. The one I had spent the most time on was at my father’s beachfront house. It was a beautiful mansion with a pristine beach, also stocked with servants that worked as maids, cooks, waitresses, and fucktoys. My father rarely visited the place. I had more often, and frequently with my older friends during college, when we had also brought our own hoes.

This time I was visiting one of the public beaches. It was one of the higher-end ones, sure– located near an upper class neighborhood and an upscale shopping district. But it was still open to the public. The reason I was visiting this one, and not my father’s, or the even bigger beachfront mansion in an out-of-the-way cove that I was having built, was because I wanted to do some **** scouting. To find a fine piece of ass that I could bend to my will. And this beach had no shortage of fine pieces of ass– stacked girls in bikinis and micro-bikinis were abundant, ranging from nubile and breedable 18 year olds just out of boarding school, to fine milfs with huge tits who were probably not far off from Slutavin wearing off, and their subsequent deaths. There was no lack of male presence either; men scouting out the ass on display, men walking around with their hands on a girl’s ass, men leading around their slaves on leashes. There were no couples fucking right out in the open, or any completely naked bitches for that matter, although I could spot a few heads bobbing under towels. My father, who held some conservative values about public decency– to some extent– had modesty laws in effect. Laws that I planned to repeal.

Clearly other guys had the same idea that I did about enjoying some time on the beach with scantily clad girls. These girls could generally be divided into sluts and slaves. All girls were sluts, of course, and all girls would be slaves when I was done with them– but the distinction here was between girls who slept around, and girls who were under the control of one man. The sluts were very common, and ranged in beauty by Segia standards. They were expected never to refuse a sexual advance, although they weren’t paid. Girls who worked for retail stores, as well as strippers, generally fell into this category. Aside from the fact that they were already obligated to suck and fuck on the job, something that men usually didn’t want their girls to do for just anyone, they were barely paid enough to cover cheap rent, even with a roommate. So they tended to fuck any guy that made an advance, often seeking them out, on their off hours in the hope of getting a free meal. Another of their goals was to get tied down; to become a ****. Many of the girls who fell into this category weren’t actually the property of the man they were involved with. No girl was born a ****, but any unowned girl could be bought, through the minimum payment of $5000 to the father. Fathers generally had no problem selling off their daughters, as they didn’t really know them, with the girls going to boarding school essentially from birth. Only the occasional visits were allowed. For this reason as well, girls were usually thrown out of the house pretty much as soon as they were released from boarding school, as their fathers didn’t want the drain from their income. A richer father might send his daughter to a college, usually SWU, as college-trained girls were much more valuable as slaves.

A good many girls never became slaves, though. The cost was too much for many men. And usually a **** was only purchased if a guy was also looking for her to be a servant. Otherwise, it was easy enough to pick up a girl to be a live-in fucktoy without actually buying her. Girls were **** for this, as it meant free room and board, and they weren’t even constantly put to work. Guys usually had a few mistresses or girlfriends, and a **** or two if they were well-off. It was a major social faux-pas for a father to sell a girl who was already a mistress. If a man became particularly fond of a girl, and he wanted to cement her attachment to him, he could marry her. This meant she legally couldn’t be bought, even though her husband had never bought her. It also meant any sons born from the union would have precedence in matters of inheritance. A man could only have one wife. He might look on his wife as one would look on a favored pet, and she would be expected to be absolutely obedient to him. This was true for mistresses and slaves as well. A man could legally punish his wife or **** however he saw fit. A mistress didn’t technically have to acquiesce, but most were so **** for the relationship that no punishment was too harsh.

Business deals and alliances among the wealthy might be cemented by a man taking another’s daughter as a wife. As a Segeste, I was powerful enough that no alliance would be as valuable as my hand in marriage. At most I might have been expected to take a **** as the Segeste heir, but with my other resources even that would be unnecessary if I didn’t want the girl. Any man would walk over hot coals for the opportunity of working with me. I didn’t plan to take a wife. No, indeed, all of my girls would be my property. I planned to make all girls property from birth, anyway. All of the women I currently possessed, all 400, were legally my property in Segia. A foreign girl could become so if she signed a certain form, but whether she was **** to didn’t tend to matter, as the island’s **** traffickers could attest to. I would still treat the girls differently; some would be expected to work for me as servants as well as being fucktoys, while others wouldn’t. ‘Unofficial’ mistresses. This was already the case with some of the slaves I had now.

Ideally, today, I would pick up at least one new work ****, and maybe a mistress as well. As I walked around the sunny beach, I groped some of the finer unattached girls that I passed. None of them ended up really catching my interest, though. I had no problem fucking a girl in a relationship of course; I did it often, though it was highly illegal for a woman. Punishable by a public ****. If the girl was a ****, she was reverted to the property of the state, where she went to serve as a fucktoy to keep prisoners from getting rowdy. No man wanted a disobedient ****. If the girl was unenslaved, but the man could prove they had an exclusive relationship, she would become property. His property, if he still wanted her, or the government’s property to go serve as a prison whore. Regardless of these punishments, I had never had any trouble convincing a girl to cheat.

Still, though, it would be more challenging than it was worth to claim such a girl as my property. Unless she was already enslaved, in which case I could just buy her, but men generally didn’t react well to you walking up and groping their slaves. And I wanted to test the goods before I made any decisions. With this in mind, I kept to the girls without men standing by them. One such girl was facing away from me, toward the water. She had long blond hair, and was wearing a red string bikini. The thing that drew me to her was her delectable ass, which looked very tight despite its fatness, and was incredibly perky. I walked up behind her and gave it a firm slap!

“Ahh!”

Her ass was indeed as tight as it had seemed. The really interesting thing, though, was the accent of her exclamation. She sounded Australian; I should know, as I had become very familiar with what an Australian woman sounded like when you slapped her ass during my time in Sydney. The standard Segian accent was fairly British, though with a largely American vocabulary. So she was probably foreign. This made her reaction quite interesting. Instead of raging at me and threatening to call the police like most non-Segian women would have, she just turned around and gave me a sultry smirk.

I returned it with a confident one of my own. “Australian, are you? We don’t see many foreigners around here in Segia.”

She drew closer to me, brushing my arm with her fingers in a flirty way. Or just as an excuse to touch my rock-hard muscles. Her tone was as sultry as her smirk, and distinctly Australian, as she said, “I’m Liza Heathersly. It’s a pleasure to meet you. How did you know I was Australian?”

“Your tan,” I lied charmingly. “Heathersly? I think I know your… father?” Roger Heathersly was a Melbourne black-market businessman who had come to beg for a trade contract with the branch of the Sapphire Empire located here in Segia.

She laughed at that. “My husband. How do you know him?” That was right, now I remembered. Heathersly was over 50, and Liza was around my age, but they were married. And from what my informants had told me, he didn’t even tap that juicy ass. Instead, he preferred to visit his favorite dominatrix. I had gathered that his wife was too prudish for him to exercise his fantasies with her, but from our conversation so far, I surmised that this was not the case.

Replying to her, I said, “He was trying to work out a deal with my father.” Indeed, he had also approached Farses to get the same contract he had tried to get from me. He had so far been rebuffed by both parties.

“Oh, but that must make you Leonardo Segeste! I should have recognized you from the tabloids!” She was now twirling her hair, and thrusting out her large tits unsubtly for my examination.

She seemed like she would make the perfect new addition to my harem. Beautiful, and with a full figure, she didn’t seem like she would take much effort to tame. Even without a Command. Additionally, it would be satisfying to cuck her pathetic husband. The best part, though, was her nationality. Aside from making things more exotic, it would allow me to circumvent annoying cheating laws, as well as ensuring she was not already her husband’s possession. As a non-Segian, he didn’t have protection from his wife’s adultery, and he didn’t legally control her, meaning I could have her sign the forms to become my property. That wouldn’t come just yet, though. I planned to make her a non-servant ****, and with my mistresses I wanted to take things a bit slower, and tame them without the use of my special abilities.

I got started right away. “I should never have let them publish that trash,” I told her, laughing. “I’m glad you didn’t recognize me. It gets annoying after a while.”

She smiled at that. “What’s Emily Wright really like?” Emily had been my last public relationship.

I leaned down to her, brushing aside her hair so I could whisper in her ear. She shivered with arousal. “She’s a bitch. Great fuck, though.”

She laughed hard, the sound spilling out of her like a babbling brook. It really made her tits bounce nicely. Recovering from her bout of giggles after a moment, she asked, “Want to go for a swim? I think I must be tan enough now, if it tipped you off that I’m an Auzzie.”

I ripped off my shirt and tossed it by Liza’s towel and cover up, leaving just my swim shorts. Her eyes went straight to my chiseled abs. “I’m always up for a swim with a beautiful woman.” My eyes tracing her backside bespoke what I really meant.

She managed to drag her eyes away from my muscles, with some difficulty, and dashed into the dazzling blue water. Turning back, she shouted, “Come on! The water’s nice, but I could use some company!”

I followed her into the lightly lapping waves. As I approached, she splashed me with a spray of seawater, giggling mischievously. I responded with a much larger spray, soaking her upper body. She gasped in mock outrage.

“Turnabout’s fair play,” I told her, shrugging.

I stepped up behind her as she looked out on the sparkling sea, stretching to the horizon. I placed my left hand on her shoulder. “Beautiful view, isn’t it?”

Her eyes had found my abs again. She let out an absent “Yeah.”

She lost her daze when my right hand found her ass. Her surprised gasp soon turned into a moan as I got to groping. I once again leaned down, and growled in her ear, “I’ve been wanting to get a good feel since I slapped it earlier. What a fine piece of ass you are.”

She only moaned harder at this. “I’ve been slapped on the ass more times than I can count since I got here, but none of those guys were bold enough to grope me once they realized I wasn’t Segian. God, you’re so dominant.”

Her tone was dripping with arousal. “A slut’s a slut, Segian or not. I recognized you for what you were, doll. Not every guy can see through a woman’s exterior veneer. Certainly not your husband. And even Segian men tend to only be as bold as they are because they know the women here are trained properly. They aren’t willing to put in the work of actually taming a bitch.”

Liza just moaned and agreed with me. She was a true slut; most girls didn’t accept the truth of their own inferiority and purpose as a fucktoy, even though they knew it deep down. This girl was different, though. She realized the truth, even though she hadn’t been trained from birth.

All of this simply confirmed for me that she wouldn’t object to the finger I slipped into her pussy. And indeed, I was right. But as I fingered her, increasing the volume of her moans and setting off a mini-orgasm, she did something I hadn’t really expected. She grabbed my dick.

“Turnabout’s fair play.” She threw my words back at me after she had gotten over the shock of its size, rock hard in her hand. “Fuck, you’re sooo much bigger than Roger!”

“I’m bigger than every man. I’m sure you’ve seen enough cocks to realize that, although I bet your husband’s especially small.”

My finger in her cunt soon drove her to another orgasm, this one stronger. Her moans were almost screams at this point, and I idly wondered if any of the other beachgoers would notice it. Once she had recovered enough to speak, she said, “My husband never makes me cum. If he can ever find the time to stumble into my bed. He’s usually too busy squandering our money on that dominatrix whore of his.”

I laughed. “I’m sure you’ll be glad to know there aren’t any dominatrixes in Segia. It’s not a woman’s place to attempt to dominate a man,” I told her. “When you’re mine, you won’t have to worry about some pathetic shrimp giving away a fortune. I’ve got 100 million of his fortunes.”

“When I’m yours? Planning to follow in your father’s footsteps and build a harem, are you?”

I took my finger out of her pussy. “Oh, I’ve already far surpassed my father, as I do in all things. You’ll see that for yourself soon enough. Well, I’ve got an appointment to keep.”

“I’ve been hanging around here on the beach. I’ll be here again, if you want to make good on your promise.”

I could tell how disappointed she was that I hadn’t fucked her yet. Good things come to those who wait, my dear little slut. I really did have an appointment, though.