The family business

Early on Monday morning, Danielle was woken by one of the **** handlers that worked for her master's family. She still had not gotten used to her sleeping arrangements when not keeping her master's bed warm. How did she and the other slaves sleep? On narrow leather-topped benches that had leather cuffs at the sides for their wrists. A long leather strap ran from one ankle cuff under the bench, then up to the other ankle cuff and ratcheted taught until her legs were pulled high into the air leaving her pussy fully exposed and available for use.

After being woken, she was taken to the preparation room and put up no resistance when she was placed between the two poles there. Her handler clapped his hands twice and the two serving girls kneeling naked with nothing but black stiletto heels and matching latex masks over their bald heads, and bright red ball gags in their mouths rose to their feet, walked to the handler, and curtsied to him. "Dress her, and take her to her master," Danielle's handler said as he handed one of the serving girls a piece of paper. After taking a second to read it, and showed it to your companion. The two curtsied again and began their task.

Before long, Danielle was being taken by her handler to Max's bedroom. She was now dressed in a lavender silk half bra with black lace trim and a matching skirt, and black stiletto heels with one lavender bow each near the toes. Her hair was gently brushed until it was silky and smooth. As one of the serving girls brushed her hair the other applied light blue eye-shadow, a light blush to her cheeks, and pink frosted lipstick to her lips. When they reached their destination, her handler opened the door and led her in. "Wake him, girl, it's his first day of working with his uncle," her handler said as he undid the lavender ball gag in her mouth,

"Yes sir," she said quietly before lowering herself onto all fours and crawling to the foot of the bed. She slipped under the covers and crawled up her master's body until she could gently take his cock out of his black satin boxers. With her master's cock free, she began to kiss and lick along his shaft until he was fully erect, then took him in her mouth and began bobbing her head. A soft moan and feeling her master's hand on the back of her head told her that her master was awake, and enjoying his first blowjob of the day. She kept bobbing her head and moaning around the cock in her mouth making Max moan in pleasure. After several long minutes, she heard him mutter something she couldn't quite make out through his moan, his cock twitched in her mouth, and she tasted the first spurt of his cum on her tongue.

An hour and a half later, Max was greeted by his Uncle Alex outside the large building he ran his business in. "Morning kiddo," Alex said greeting his nephew warmly.

"Morning Uncle Alex," Max said smiling at his uncle, then letting his gaze shift to the tall blonde with her hair up in a bun standing next to him. She was dressed as a secretary in black heels, and darkly colored sheer silk stockings. the dark blue pinstriped skirt was short and her suit jacket, which left her toned stomach bare, struggled to contain her massive tits. Her left hand was covered in a leather mitt attached to the back of a clipboard making it useless to her. Her right hand was cuffed to the clipboard with a slim chain long enough to let her take notes. A simple black ball gag ensured her silence. "Who's your assistant?"

"She answers to Miss Fucktoy now. Don't you?" Alex asked looking over at the blonde **** girl, who quickly nodded her head. "Come on Max, we'll get you set up. Come along Miss Fucktoy," Alex added as he placed his arm around his nephew's shoulder and walked him towards the building, Miss Fucktoy followed dutifully behind, walking gracefully in her heels. Uncle and nephew walked into the lobby of the building and the first thing Max noticed was the receptionist who was another of his uncle's slaves. She was a slender brunette with tits on the small slide in post-cataclysm society. She was dressed identically to Miss Fucktoy, only with a posture collar around her neck, and stood behind an ergonomic desk with a stylish computer that looked to be brand new ahead of her and slightly to the left.

"Master, I take it this is your nephew that's joining us this summer?" she asked as she turned to them, then back to her computer.

"He is Jennifer."

"Looks like Randy is ready for you in H.R. Welcome aboard sir," Jennifer said with a smile.

"Thanks," Ma said flashing a smile at Jennifer before walking down the hall following his Uncle into the H.R. office.

"Hey boss be right with you," he said from behind his desk with a groan. "That'll be all Juanita," he said a few seconds later. Shortly after, another woman dressed similarly to Miss Fucktoy and Jennifer emerged from beneath Randy's desk, Her long raven-colored hair hung freely down and from the look of her, Max guessed her to be of Latin descent.

"Let me know if you need anything, further sir," she said in a Hispanic accent before leaving her mouth open wide. Rany quickly placed the green ball gag that had been dangling around her neck back in her mouth and buckled it tight. He gave her a gentle swat on the ass sending her on her way.

"You must be Max, welcome aboard."

"Thanks," Max said with a smile. "I have a feeling I am going to love working here," she thought to himself.

"Just give me a couple of minutes here and we'll get you set up," Randy said as he began entering Max's information into his computer. He then took his picture and issued him an I.D. badge. With a smile, Max clipped the badge to the collar of his shirt.

"Come on Max, I'll take you to meet Jamal. You'll be working with him in receiving and loading today.

"Sounds good," Max said as he followed his uncle down a long hallway and out into a large area with cages lining the walls. Most held beautiful captives who knelt naked and gagged bowing their heads respectfully.

"This is our staging area," Alex said reading his nephew's mind. "By the end of the day, each of these girls will be on her way to her new owner.

"Wow," Max thought to himself. He knew the family business was large and moved a good number of slaves across the world. But, he had no idea just what that looked like. They stopped in front of a blonde who acknowledge their presence by lowering her head to the floor of her cage.

"This one for instance," Max began "will be going to Azerbaijan, I hear the man that purchased her is quite fond of blondes. From what I understand, she'll be treated much more like a princess than a ****." They continued on until they came to an African-American girl. "Now this one, a client of mine that lives in South Carolina now I believe, wanted." Again they continued on until they came to a redhead with tits comparable to Miss Fucktoy's. "And this one is going to a hu-cow farm up north, near the Oregon border. When she gets there, she'll undergo some hormone treatments to get her to produce milk.

"I had no idea we scattered to so many people," Max said as he continued to follow his uncle out of the room and into another hallway."

"We're amongst the world's most successful **** traders for a reason my boy," Alex laughed. "But, both your dad and I were stunned at what your granddad showed us at your age too." As they moved down the hall lined with darkly colored doors. As they passed a few of them Max could hear muffled cries of pain coming from the other side. "The punishment rooms," Alex said simply.

"I thought as much. " Max laughed. They turned the corner and Alex led Max down another hall and turned left even though the hall went on. They went into another room. This room was spacious with a line of **** girls bent over near the far wall with spreader bars between their legs and their wrists cuffed to a set of leather cuffs in the center of the spreader bars, with chains attached to the wall running to D-rings on their collars. To their left were several tables, a coffee machine, a microwave, and vending machines with all kinds of snacks and drinks in them. A large cooler packed with all kinds of microwave meals. The wall to their right was covered in all kinds of sex toys and implements of pain.

"This is the break room, come here on your lunch for a mean and a quick fuck if you like." They then went back out into the long hallway and continued down in their original direction until they came to another large room. This one however was mostly empty with several men bustling about as if getting ready for something. "Jamal, come over here for a minute will ya!?" Alex called out. A large muscular African-American man set his clipboard down on the loan desk in the large room and strode over to the two men.

"This your nephew Boss?" the man asked in a deep but friendly voice.

"Yep, Jamal, this is my Nephew Max. Max, this is Jamal Harris, my Receiving and loading manager," Alex said introducing the two men.

"Good to meet you Young Blood," Jamal said with a friendly smile as they shook hands.

"Likewise Jamal," Max said with a smile of his own. "Where do we start?"

"You hear that guys?!" Jamal asked excitedly. "Young Blood's already looking to earn some stripes," he laughed as the other men laughed and applauded. "Come on, we got a truck backing in now," Jamal said as he led Max over near one of the loading doors. He opened it and Max watched as a Semi driver skillfully backed his tailor up to the door. When it came to a stop, Jamal opened the doors to the trailer and set the clamps ensuring the trailer wouldn't move from its place. when Jamal stepped aside and shone a bright work light into the trailer Max saw that it was filled with women in **** sacks and stacked carefully ontop of one another in bunks. All of them wearing for their lost lives.