R&R

When I returned, Audrey had prepared a gourmet five-course meal influenced by advanced French and Caribbean cuisine, which would not have been out of place at a Michelin star restaurant. I pronounced it adequate, after I had eaten it with her sucking me off under the table. I then commanded her to make herself a bowl of dry beans, which I came on top of. She had also gone out and gotten the tattoos I had demanded while I was gone, and was now wearing an outfit that consisted only of transparent wisps of fabric covering her tits and pussy.

After dinner, I went to my “trophy room”. This enormous hall under my house had been the first thing I had ordered built when I had found out that my father had bought this house. It contained the panties of every one of my conquests, arrayed all over the walls, each one below a picture of the slut in question. Previously, I had been using one of my warehouses in Italy, although they hadn’t been arrayed on the walls like in here. This had been a temporary measure, the panties had been transferred from the secret room I had discovered in my father’s mansion before I had left for my world tour. I had been waiting for the chance to set up a proper display until I moved into a more permanent residence. Of course, I didn’t plan to be in this house for very long either, but long enough that I had thought it worthwhile to build the room.

One might expect the room to smell terrible, with all the scents of months or years old arousal. That was not so. I had used a compound I had developed while pursuing my biochemical engineering degrees, which completely suppressed the smells of sex and replaced them with more pleasant scents. I used the same on myself. So despite the over three thousand panties hung up on the wall in the massive room, many of them soiled, it smelled pleasantly of vanilla and citrus.

I put up the three trophies I had won today, below pictures I had taken of the girls before we fucked, printed out and framed by a special machine designed for that very purpose. I then stamped on a bright red “BRED” mark, indicating that I had impregnated them. When I came inside, it never failed to produce children, even if the girl had been infertile. In fact, my special abilities came even further into play in this area than just ensuring conception; the pregnancies only lasted a week, and almost always resulted in at least triplets, all daughters. One girl I had fucked when I was in college had given birth to twelve at once. The weirdest part about my powers, even weirder than everything else, was that no one ever noticed that anything was unusual or wrong about any of this.

I had an agency I had set up which provided enough funds for my girls that they would be able to live with some financial security, and also set up their education. My daughters would be properly trained in their place; they needed to be examples for all other women. It would be another six years or so before the oldest were old enough to breed. Another of the creations of my grandfather’s scientists was a **** that ensured no negative consequences of ****. He had partaken in much the same manner that I planned to; no girl was as hot as one with Segeste genes. I had bred about 80% of my conquests, and the 15,000 daughters I had produced ensured I would have many to choose from when they got older. Some of those were from women I had claimed as property, as well. I had about 400 slaves at the moment, the choicest of the girls I had encountered. They remained scattered all over the world at the moment, some completing various tasks I had assigned them. I would bring them in once I took Segia over from my father, and moved into a residence that could house all of them. I only had space for thirty or so here, and those I planned to claim in the coming months, from the city’s population. Audrey, Ana, and Laura had been the first.

I spent the rest of the evening dealing with my businesses and working on various plans. I had Audrey dancing on a stripper pole in the corner of my office while I worked. Then I fucked her for a few hours in my huge custom made bed, before sending her on her way and finally going to sleep.

I woke to the heady sensation of my ****’s plump lips dragging themselves across my morning wood. She was not quite able to deepthroat the whole thing yet, but she had made admirable progress. I looked down to see her dressed in tight pink workout leggings that had a hole cut out to allow access to her pussy and ass, and a tight sports bra that showed off a vast amount of underboob.

Groaning, I asked her, “Planning to go work out soon? I require my slaves to be fit, but in the future you should do so before I get up. You never know when I might be making use of you throughout the day.” I could tell she hadn’t worked out yet by the lack of sweat on her person or clothes. I had set up and told her about a separate gym from my own, for the use of my slaves.

All I got in response was a steady “GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH!” until I pulled her off my dick so she could answer. Gasping for breath, she then managed a “Yes, master.”

I pushed her back on after that. She had likely had to get up quite early to prepare the intricate breakfast I could smell, given that I demanded she wake me up at 6:30. This just meant she would have to get up even earlier. I kept her sucking me off for another fifteen minutes, before finishing down her throat and all over her face and hair.

“You can leave that on while you work out, and wash it off in the shower afterwards. You’ll get an hour and a half to exercise, while I do as well. Then you’ll meet me so I can play with you during breakfast. But first, I need to take my morning piss.”

She quickly realized what I meant when I pushed her off the bed and onto her knees, standing over her with my flaccid yet still huge cock.

“Open your mouth, whore. If you thought you had any more worth than a toilet, you were wrong. Swallow it all.”

She finally showed some **** to follow my orders here, only acquiescing when I started pinching her nipples. Opening her mouth wide, she looked up at me with fearful trepidation. I let loose an arcing yellow stream into her waiting mouth, delighting in the immediate expression of humiliated disgust that overtook her face. She tried to swallow it all, gagging all the while, but a lot of it spilled. It ran in yellow rivulets across her cum-coated face and onto the floor.

I glared down at her. “Disgusting, you cunt. Lick that up, every drop. If you do the same tomorrow, I’ll have you whipped naked through the streets.” Leaving her to her shameful task, I went to go work out.