The Factory Owner - Sex Stories

The Factory Owner

... the slaves in the factory. Many of them were crying and frightened. He picked up the microphone for the loud speakers. “This is what happens to those who dishonor their master. Do not fail me again or it could be you up there with a rope around your neck. That crowd will never grant mercy to those who embarrass their masters as those twelve had done. They had dishonored me and they were punished for it.” He put down the microphone and went back into his office. He heard his foreman bark at the other slaves to get to work as the door closed. Chelly was waiting patiently for him. “I feel the urge to violate another virgin,” he said casually. Chelly, who had started to open his pants stopped and stood back up. “Shall I finish or would you like to see the young ones now,” she asked. He weighed the options and decided. “I want to hear the scream of a girl as I make her a woman. It’s best that you wait and get me the line up,” he said. She bowed slightly and left the room. He stroked his hard cock and waited for the slave girls to walk in. A side door opened and he watched as four girls came in. Three had been in there before but the last one was new. Each of them were still young, but of age. Chelly came in last and instructed them to disrobe. Each of them were wearing pastel colored lingerie. He stood up, his cock standing at attention as he approached the four girls. He knew that one of them was about to turn 19. She was absolutely stunning but he promised her free father that ...

... she was to be sold back to him as a breeder. The new one was of Asian descent. Her long hair had been died bright red and she was wearing baby pink. She was a medium breasted ‘child’ and her makeup had been expertly done. She excited him so much that when he slightly brushed her from behind, his cock throbbed excitedly. He pushed his face into her hair and breathed deep. It smelled like roses and cherries. Usually not a good mix but her natural scents brought them together in a seductive, goddess like way. He wound his arms around her waist and felt how soft her skin was. She shivered at his touch. Chelly took that as a sign and escorted the others from the room. “Are you prepared to suffer for your master,” he whispered roughly into her ear. “Yes,” she said. She wasn't afraid. This was going to be fun. He spun her around so fast her hair flew back around and whipped her in the face. She lost her balance and fell to the floor. “Are you prepared to suffer for you master,” he demanded loudly. “Yes,” she said softer. She was clearly frightened. “Get up,” he barked. She quickly got to her feet. He smacked her across the face which sent her back to the floor. He then straddled her as she started to get back up and grabbed her by the hair. “I didn't say get up again, did I,” he asked. He turned her around to face him and then dick slapped her a few times before he forced his cock into her mouth. He violated her mouth and throat roughly as he forced her head back and forth. She tried ...