Week 2: Wednesday, 13th Dec 2029, Early Afternoon

The afternoon began exactly as I'd envisioned, four pairs of naked tits positioned perfectly at eye level from my seated position. Jennifer and Seraphina flanked me like loyal sentries, their presence adding authority to the evaluation. I had been contemplating lunch before their arrival, but now my attention was completely captured by the feminine assets on display. Though admittedly, tits, while delicious, weren't particularly nutritious. I'd return to meal planning after handling these new acquisitions.

"Welcome to your new life. I trust you found your first night accommodations adequate. Get comfortable, I intend to keep you permanently."

The quartet stood in formation. The Vietnamese assassin, Linh, maintained complete emotional void, her petite frame and modest B-cups deceptively fragile until closer inspection revealed the coiled lethality beneath her soft exterior.

Esperanza, the Spanish bodyguard, held her head high with military bearing despite her complete nudity, her DD-cup breasts the most prominent of the group, her warrior's posture uncompromised by circumstances.

MinJung, the Korean spy, displayed calculated confidence, subtly showcasing her assets in a way that suggested her seduction skills would translate seamlessly to her new role as sexual property.

And Catalina, their designated leader, appeared remarkably casual, as if she were having coffee at a café rather than standing naked before her new owner, her natural C-cups and olive-toned curves radiating understated competence.

"Good afternoon, Master," Catalina spoke with measured professionalism. "We appreciate your intention to retain us permanently. We understand our primary function. We'll position ourselves between you and any threat without hesitation."

"And beyond that?" I asked, my gaze deliberately lingering on her exposed chest.

"We're not naive, Master. Naturally, you may use us sexually whenever desire strikes you." Her response carried no shame or hesitation.

"She speaks for everyone?" I addressed the group, receiving unanimous nods.

"Catalina, correct?"

"Yes, Master."

I rose from my chair, approaching her slowly. "You're the only one with prior **** experience. How does it feel, returning to bondage?"

"Honestly, Master, I don't find it objectionable. My previous owner was... problematic. I couldn't tolerate watching my people brutalized for missing quotas. The women were **** to harvest crops during the day and prostitute themselves at night."

I moved within inches of her body, my hands exploring her curves as I spoke. "A genuine **** driver," I chuckled at my own wordplay. "What if I decided to replicate such treatment? Suppose I chose to violate Linh's tight ass with a bowling pin right now. Would you kill me too?"

I felt her skin react with involuntary goosebumps as my fingers traced her contours. "And I'm not naive enough to trust the Free Cities Network's promises. You think I'm stupid enough to believe they'd honor their agreements? They could eliminate your settlement instantly if eliminating me served their interests. Friendship is temporary, profit? Eternal. They break the news to you and you take your frustration one me, solving two problems simultaneously."

My hand moved lower, beginning to stroke her pussy lips as I continued. "So what's your play here?"

"I'm not naive either, Master. The settlement was never truly mine to control. I've accomplished what I could for them. If you insisted on using a bowling pin on Linh, I'd offer my own ass as substitute. If you still demanded hers afterward, at least I'd have tried. But fair warning, Linh has killed men twice her size with her bare hands. A rational master considers such factors, especially when he expect them to protect him. And judging by your other slaves, you seem to care for your property appropriately."

"Have you met Mikhail?"

"The individual in heels on the treadmill last night? Yes. Everyone requires an adjustment period. As long as obedient slaves aren't punished needlessly, I can overlook temporary measures. I've done enough protecting others, if someone won't help themselves, I can't save them."

I glanced toward Jennifer for clarification.

"Posture and heel training, Master. I'll have a detailed progress report ready by weekend."

I nodded approvingly before returning attention to Catalina. "I do care for my slaves, but I require absolute submission, not conditional cooperation. But we can work on that expectation."

"Thank you, Master. I promise to give my best effort." She replied.

"How many times has this cunt been used?" I asked, my fingers continuing their exploration of her pussy lips.

"Several times, Master. I was a **** after all, but never prostituted." Her response carried the same factual tone.

"Why not? You'd make an excellent whore." I deliberately pushed to test her psychological resilience under humiliation.

"I believe I could have been a good whore, Master. However, my previous master didn't trust me enough to pimp me out. He was quite rough during personal sessions though, fucked my ass repeatedly while I was restrained." She delivered this information without emotion, as if reporting on weather conditions.

Impressive. I shifted behind her, pressing my index finger against her tight anus. "You mean this hole here? I can understand his fascination." I slowly worked my finger into her ass, feeling the resistance of her sphincter.

"Thank you, Master. If you require vigorous anal service, I have the necessary experience to accommodate your needs." Her tactical composure remained unshaken.

I studied her eyes intently, searching for cracks in her psychological armor. Was this genuine indifference to her own degradation, or calculated performance designed to manipulate my assessment? Her gaze drifted downward in submission, acknowledging my authority without challenge. Her expression appeared authentic, yet something about her composure felt incomplete, as if I hadn't truly claimed ownership of her core identity.

But I had time for that.

"Welcome to the Moxie Estate," I announced, withdrawing my finger.

She exhaled quietly with relief, recognizing she'd passed this initial evaluation. But as her tactical mind undoubtedly calculated, this was merely the entrance examination. Far more comprehensive tests awaited.

I turned my attention to the petite assassin, studying her deceptively innocent features. "Linh, correct? Linh Sullivan?"

"Yes, Master." Her response was clipped, emotionless, delivered with the mechanical precision of a programmed response.

"How many people have you killed? Are you some kind of psychopath?" I asked, watching carefully for any crack in her vacant expression.

"This **** never counted, Master. And no, this **** does not believe she is a psychopath." The detachment in her voice was unsettling.

"Really?" I said, cupping her modest B-cup tits, feeling their firmness beneath my palms. "Then why didn't you avenge your family when you learned the truth?"

"This **** was too young when it happened, Master. Mr. Sullivan raised this **** from childhood. This **** could not bring herself to kill the only father figure she knew, even after learning he murdered her birth parents." Her breathing remained steady despite my hands exploring her body.

"Fair enough." My fingers traced downward, finding her pussy lips and beginning to stroke them. "Did Mr. Sullivan also fuck you?"

Her breathing became slightly heavier, the first sign of physical response. "Yes, Master. Mr. Sullivan fucked this ****'s cunt regularly."

"How did it feel?" I pressed, my fingers working against her slit.

"To be honest, Master, it was not pleasurable. Mr. Sullivan did not care about this ****'s comfort. He simply used this ****'s body to achieve his own release." Her voice carried no emotion, as if describing routine maintenance.

"So he used you like a fucktoy," I stated bluntly.

"Yes, Master. He used this **** like a fucktoy." She accepted the degrading term without flinching.

"And how did that make you feel?"

"Nothing, Master. This **** owed her life to him. It was his right to use this **** however he chose. Now you own this ****, so you may use this ****'s body in whatever ways please you." Her head bowed submissively, breath quickening, whether from anticipation or fear remained unclear.

I appreciated slaves who understood their status as my property, but this complete emotional void was troubling. She wasn't a person anymore, but a broken tool pretending to be human. But tools could be reprogrammed, given new purpose.

"I feel sorry for you, Linh. Especially considering my earlier comment about sticking a bowling pin up your tight ass." I watched carefully for any reaction, testing whether fear might penetrate her emotional armor.

Nothing. Not even a flicker of concern crossed her features. She simply waited, ready to accept whatever fate I decided for her. Like a fuck doll, but if I want a fuck doll, I would buy a plastic one.

"And Esperanza? EE? How do you prefer to be addressed?" I turned my attention to the Spanish bodyguard.

"Whatever pleases you, Master." She snapped to rigid attention, her military bearing intact despite her complete nudity. Finally, some normal ****.

"Magnificent tits," I commented appreciatively, cupping her impressive DD-cups and feeling their firm weight in my palms.

"Thank you, Master." Her response carried professional courtesy, though I noticed the slight tension in her shoulders.

"How much was your ransom? I can't believe the Spanish royal family would abandon such spectacular tits." I squeezed harder, watching for cracks in her composure.

A subtle tremor ran through her body. "Royals are never short of available tits, Master. Mine were evidently... disposable." Her professional mask flickered momentarily.

"Tell me, was this pussy ever fucked by royal cock?" I pressed, my fingers trailing down to stroke her pussy lips.

That pushed too far. Her shivering intensified, tears welling in her hazel eyes as her breathing became ragged. Another psychologically damaged ****, just my fucking luck.

"I expect an answer," I commanded firmly.

"Yes, Master. This **** was fucked by royal cock." Her voice cracked slightly.

"Whose specifically?"

"The... the Crown Prince, Master." Her admission came out as barely a whisper.

"I thought you protected the princess," I said, genuinely confused. Her reaction intensified dramatically, tears streaming down her face as uncontrollable sobs wracked her warrior's frame. Her left hand moved unconsciously to her bare ring finger, a nervous habit that spoke of deeper trauma.

I glanced at Catalina for clarification.

"Apologies, Master. To summarize, she had a forbidden relationship with the princess. The prince discovered this, used it as leverage to sexually coerce her." Catalina's explanation was tactful but direct, her concern for her teammate evident.

"Stop crying. Now." I issued the warning with cold authority.

Esperanza fought to regain control, wiping her tears and forcing her spine straight. "Forgive me, Master. My past will not interfere with my duties. I will protect you with my life. My service to the Casa Real de los Solana has ended, I devote myself to you completely."

I turned back to Catalina. "House of Solana?"

"The royal family of Spain, Master."

I nodded, filing away this information. Another broken **** requiring careful handling, but her **** need for redemption through service might prove useful once properly channeled.

I turned my attention to the final ****, silently praying for some semblance of normalcy after the psychological minefield of her teammates.

"Yoon MinJung. Please, for the love of god, tell me you don't have some fucked-up trauma I need to navigate."

"None whatsoever, Master," she replied with practiced ease, a subtle smile playing at her lips. "Before you ask, yes, I used my pussy and tits extensively in corporate espionage. I've been fucked several times for intelligence gathering, though more often than not, those executives spilled their secrets after just a skilled blowjob. Much more efficient, really."

Her matter-of-fact delivery suggested she viewed sex as just another business tool, refreshingly pragmatic.

"Impressive. You must give killer head."

"Indeed, Master. A core competency I hope will provide excellent value proposition in my new position." The corporate buzzword slipped out naturally, revealing her business background even in submission.

I studied her carefully. "I've got an indifferent ex-liberator who views slavery as just another duty, a killing machine who wouldn't flinch if I shoved a bowling pin up her ass, and a guilt-ridden bodyguard using servitude for emotional therapy. What's your angle? Why do you want to serve me?"

MinJung's expression brightened with calculated honesty. "Well, Master, I lost everything, all my offshore accounts were confiscated, my assets seized. I have literally nothing left in the free world. If offering my pussy and technical skills can secure a comfortable lifestyle as your ****, I see this as an optimal strategic pivot. Much better than poverty, don't you think?"

Her transactional approach was almost refreshing in its honesty.

"Pussy, absolutely. Hacking skills? That's not happening."

"But Master, I am genuinely talented at—"

"Are you familiar with 'The Smiling Man'?" I interrupted. "I woke up this morning next to her bare ass. The money I spent acquiring you was earned from her digital heists."

MinJung's eyes widened with genuine excitement, her professional composure cracking. "Holy shit! The Smiling Man is here? That legend is a woman? Oh my god, when can I meet her? Her techniques were absolutely revolutionary!"

Her fangirl enthusiasm was both endearing and concerning. Yoko's ego was already problematic, adding a skilled admirer would create a management nightmare.

"You can worship her clit while I fuck her ass," I said dryly.

"It would be my absolute pleasure, Master!" she replied without missing a beat, her strategic mind already calculating how to leverage proximity to her idol.

Slightly fucked up, but definitely the least problematic of the group. As bodyguards, they could certainly handle security duties, but as proper sex slaves? They'd require extensive conditioning.

"Rest well. Our first training session begins tonight." I dismissed them with a wave, shaking my head. "Let's hope the influencers prove more psychologically straightforward" I signaled to Jennifer to bring the next batch.