Title: Office Slave Family
Fandom/X-Over: Original Characters
Character(s)/Pairing: Original Male Character and Original Female Character and Original Female Character
Bondage Level: Medium
Equipment Used: Rope, Ballgags, ankle cuffs, handcuffs, pole, hanging shackles, stocks, bondage bed, cross, wooden horse, whip, asphrodiac
Extra Actions: Groping, blowjobs, whipping, spanking
Sex type: Anal
Sex Position: Perpendicular, standing
Plot:
Heading to an auction was something that the CEO of Masters Inc didn't have in mind. But he managed to score a MILF and her daughter as his own slaves.
"Why did I agree to this?" A deep voice sighed out. The speaker was a handsome man in his early 30s with hair like salt and pepper, a muscular build and brown eyes. He was dressed in an expensive looking suit with a black blazer over a white dress shirt, red tie, black slacks and brown dress shoes.
This man was Alexander Masters, the CEO of a financial investment firm named Masters Inc.
Right now, he was standing in front of a palatial country mansion, out in the countryside, remote enough from anything else, to be tolerably private.
"Oh right. It was a suggestion to take some time off and 'satisfy my urges'" He said to himself as he approached the mansion.
He met the man in front of the mansion and flashed him an invitation as he entered.
Inside, he was greeted to the sight of the large ballroom filled with a multitude of men and women, dressed in the fanciest of outfits. The males were discussing business progress and anything that was happening in their lives while the women were showing off their jewellery, trying to one up each other.
Everywhere Alex looked, he saw people talking while the servers dashed around, serving canapes and drinks to the people.
"Champagne, sir?" One asked Alex
"Um...no thanks. You have a martini?" He asked.
"Of course, sir." He replied.
"I'll take one. Shaken, not stirred."
Alex sipped his martini, not eager to interact with the many people. Another sip and he sighed, wondering why he was still here. Soon, he heard the sound of footsteps as the crowd looked to the stage and saw two individuals walk onto the stage.
The first was a young woman, girl really, probably not more then 18 or 19 years old. Pretty little thing, with pale skin and long blonde hair, done up in an elaborate coiffure. She had on a lovely evening dress of dark blue velvet, black stockings and heels, with appropriate jewelry, but despite this it was all too apparent she was not another buyer but one of those up for sale tonight. Her hands were chained in front of her by a pair of silver shackles and below a set of fetters slowed her gait as much as the heels she wore did. A thin collar was locked around her neck, hung with a metal tag, the number "7" engraved on it, and a short chain leash dangling loosely from the front of it.
The other end of the lead was held by the second person: a woman in her early 30s, dressed in a severe black suit which, along with her expression, was all business. It was clear she was escorting the slave girl, though she kept a pace or two behind, letting the merchandise approach our group, head bowed submissively as she addressed us.
Alex raised a brow. This was clearly one of the merchandise he was told about and he was interested in what was available.
After the girl was done, he decided to wait if there were any he was interested in.
He got his answer when he saw a duo come onto the stage.
It was an older woman, probably mid-thirties, with long, strawberry blonde hair in a strapless black dress and heels and a younger teenage girl with a slightly lighter blonde pixie cut in a white blouse and tartan skirt, stockings and black patent leather flats. The girl was joined by a short chain to the older, who in turn was led by a longer leash held in the hands of the slaver escorting them.
In addition to the shackles on her hands and feet, like her companion, the girl also had a large, black rubber ballgag strapped between her teeth. Alex noticed some of the slaver escorts carrying them on their belts alongside the other tools of their trade. A way to deal with reluctant slaves who hadn't been able to stay on script, I guessed.
"Good evening, Sirs, Madams." The older woman addressed us while the younger one stood by, her head bowed low. "I am Slave Charlotte and this is Slave Kristen...my daughter." She added after a second. "We were originally from Richmond, Virginia and the both of us will be for sale later this evening as Lot 16."
The slaver gave a sharp tug on the chain lead, prompting Slave Charlotte to lift her dress up. A second later, face turning bright red, Slave Kristen mimicked the action. "I have been trained vaginally, anally and orally, mostly men with some women." Slave Charlotte told us. She paused a long second before continuing. "My daughter has been trained in oral only as she is currently still a virgin." A status she wouldn't keep long, Alex guessed, from the way we all crowded to examine her daughter's sex.
"How were the two of you acquired?" Another buyer asked the mother.
As the two bared their breasts, Slave Charlotte answered. "The two of us were staying at home five weeks ago. My husband was away on a business trip so it was just the two of us. The recruiters broke in during the night. They came to my bedroom first, woke me up and put a gag in my mouth. They tied my hands and feet with rope. One of them stayed to watch me while the others went to my daughter's room, woke her up, tied and gagged her. They brought us downstairs, where they told us we were going to be taken and sold as slaves. We were then carried out the front door to the van and driven to the training center." She said
"I have a question for the slavers." Alex spoke up as the escort looked at him with a quizzical brow.
"For the duo, do we get a two-for-one deal?"
"Of course. As most of the slaves we have for sale, we will throw them both for you at the agreed price." The slaver said in confirmation.
"Interesting..." He said as they were led off the stage.
Soon all of the slaves were presented and everyone was discussing what they saw. Alex was by himself and was interested in having the mother-daughter duo for himself.
He hoped he had enough money to buy them.
By the time the auction came around, he saw the two on the stage, waiting to be sold off, arms cuffed behind their backs and ballgags in their mouths.
By the time the two went on the podiums, the auction began, reaching the millions already until...
"$5000000 dollars for the two of them!"
The auctioneer looked surprised at that as did both Charlotte and Kirsten as the two tried to struggle out of their cuffs
"OK! Going once! Going twice! SOLD YOUR WAY!" The slavers took the mother and daughter to Alex, who handed the cash and held the leashes in his hands.
"You're going to be with me for a long time..." He said with a grin as the two sweated nervously.
Soon, the two were loaded into the back of the limo Alex came in, the tinted windows obscuring them from anyone looking in.
"Take me home. I have some things that need to be arranged with my new toys."
Soon, Alex, Charlotte and Kirsten arrived at Alex's home where the ladies were forced into the drawing room. The guards forced the two onto their knees as they had their gags removed from their mouths, allowing them to stretch their jaws.
"Now, you know why your here?" He asked.
Kirsten was the first to ask, in a shy tone.
"We...are your new slaves. We serve you for the rest of our lives." She spoke, stuttering as her cheeks went red.
"That is true. But unlike most, you'll be serving me differently." He said as he then grabbed some papers.
"Charlotte Jones. Works at a law firm as a secretary, managing the calls and appointments. Kirsten JOnes. Straight A-student, member of the dance team. Brains and beauty."
Both blushed at that but they refused to say anything as they were his property.
"HEre's what's going to happen. You two will work for me at my company. I need a new secretary after I found out my last one was embezzling funds just to go to host clubs, so I arranged for her to be captured. You did well at your last job so you will be offered a job at my company. Kirsten will be working as an intern, learning the ins and outs of how it works."
Both looked at each other in confusion.
"And what about sexual release?"
"If I need to let off some steam, I'll decide which one of you with a decision on which equipment I would like to punish you on. I roll a die and whatever number comes up, that is what you will be punished on."
Soon, he showed them two contracts detailing everything.
"All you need to do is sign and things will be arranged for you. Your husband will work at my company, you'll move to a place near here and your daughter will transfer to a different school and you'll live your lives as normal. Do we have a deal?" HE asked.
Both looked at the contracts and each other before nodding their heads in agreement.
"Good." He then nodded to two guards, who grabbed ink pads and proceeded to press their thumbs onto them before marking the contracts.
"Take them to the dungeon." He ordered his guards, the two men picking them up and marching them to another room.
The mother and daughter soon were marched into a dungeon, which had a wall lined with cuffs, rope, whips and crops. There was a shelf lined with dildos as well.
But the real sight was the six apparatus in the room.
The first were two steel poles that were similar to that of fireman's poles.
The second were hanging from the ceiling, those being two pairs of hanging shackles.
The third were a pair of pillory stocks
The fourth was a large bed with a metal frame. Attatched to the headboard were two pairs of handcuffs
The fifth were two wooden crosses with shackles on the end.
And the sixth were two wooden prisms with horse heads on the front and shackles on the back.
Both Charlotte and Kristen looked nervous as they gulped at the sight.
"This will be the punishment room. Six different pieces and six different punishments. Now, I need to get your ID's ready."
He snapped his fingers and the two guards came, along with a photographer, who was priming a camera.
"The slaves are ready for their ID?" He asked.
"Yes.' he turned to Charlotte 'Age first."
"Yes, master." The mother said as she then went to the backdrop. The photographer then draped a black plaque attached to a thin chain around her neck. The card placed in front of her breasts as she stood in front of the camera with an impassive look as the photographer took the pictures: one with her facing the camera and another with her body turned to the right.
"Now for you, Kristen." Alex said.
Kristen gulped.
"O-Of course, Master" She spoke in a demure tone as she went to the height chart as the photographer placed the plaque around her neck and she stood in front of the camera and repeated the same process as her mother with a photo of her facing the camera and another with her body turned to the left.
"Photos are done. We'll process the IDs in a bit."
"Good. Take them to their new rooms. It'll be a busy day for them." Alex said as they left the room.
It had been a week since then and both Charlotte and Kristen had settled into their new roles as secret sex slaves. For Charlotte, she was lucky that her husband didn't seem to mind that his wife and daughter were working at the new company he was at because it meant he could be closer to them/
'Poor man. He has no idea about the truth.' Alex mused to himself. He didn't announce what had happened to his face because as much as he loved the time he spent with his slaves, he knew ruining a marriage would be rather detrimental, so he made sure his circle was limited.
The door then opened up and he saw Kristen walk up to him, shyly. She was dressed in a white short sleeved blouse and tartan skirt, the blouse unbuttoned to reveal a decent amount of cleavage. She also had on grey stockings and black mary janes, the same outfit she wore when she was auctioned off. She had on a collar as well as a lanyard with ID card around her neck
"Um...Hi, Master..." She spoke in a submissive tone.
"Good. YOu came.' He said with a grin as he admired her 'Guards, close the door." He ordered one of the guards.
As the doors shut, he motioned for Kristen to take a seat as one of the guards approached her, taking her arms and pinning them behind the chair, cuffing them in position. The girl gulped as she blushed.
"How are you faring?" He asked in a genuine tone.
"It's been...interesting. I'm learning a lot." She said with a blush.
"You doing OK with the employees?" He continued.
"Of course." She replied.
"And you probably guessed why I called you here, right?" He said, his eyes narrowing as he grinned.
Kirsten knew what he meant and her face went red. It meant he wanted to have some fun with her.
"Of-Of course, Master." She spoke as the guard went to her to put a black ballgag into her mouth. Alex then took out a die and rolled it, the cube landing on a six.
"Looks like it's time for you to go on a ride."
Kirsten struggled as she was forced to her feet, moaning and begging into her gag.
The three were in the dungeon, where the punishment began. The poor girl had her arms tied behind her back in a boxtie before she was forced onto the wooden horse, the edge digging into her clit.
Kirsten moaned as Alex grabbed a whip.
"OK, first time to prepare the meat." He said, rolling his arm as he then began to whip her back.
With each strike, Kirsten moaned in both pain and pleasure, her clit leaking as she was struck, drool covering her gag.
With each strike, only one thought went through her head:
"I am a lowly slut..."
With the whipping done, she was let off the horse, her legs shaking from the treatment. She was forced onto her knees as the gag was taken out of her mouth. Alex then undid his trousers showing off his erect 7 inch cock.
"Suck it." He ordered.
Kirsten gulped as she took the cock into her mouth, sucking it eagerly. Her tongue lathered all over his cock before she took it into her mouth deeper, sucking even harder. Alex rubbed her head as he sighed in relief. It had been a long day and he needed some relief.
"Now stand up." He said. Kirsten did that as she was then marched to a wooden block and her upper body was forced onto it. Alex then grabbed her hips, lifted her skirt in order to line his cock with her ass.
He didn't want to get her pregnant.
With a thrust, he drove his cock into her tiny hole, making her squeal and moan as soon as he began to thrust into her. With each moan, Kirsten's thoughts became hazy as she lost herself into the lust.
"You love this, don't you, you little slut..." He whispered into her ear, getting a 'mmph' from her as he continued to thrust into her, increasing in speed making loud slapping noises as he did. Soon, after a good 15 minutes, Alex felt his cock build up.
"Oh fuck..." He grunted as he then fired his cum into her, making her squeal in ecstasy. By the end of it, she was a drooling mess as he eased his cock out of her ass.
She was still standing but grunted when she felt a needle prick her shoulder.
"This asphrodiac should help energise her.' he then turned to the guard 'clean her up and make sure to hide her wounds. No evidence shall be seen."
"Yes, Boss." He said as he took the girl to get freshened up.
He then thought about his other slave, eager to claim her as well.
It was late in the evening and both Alex and Charlotte were staying late to do extra work.
And by that, Charlotte was forced to give him a blowjob with her hands cuffed behind her back.
"Your daughter did very well today." He said, grunting from her services
Charlotte let out an 'mmm' As she looked at him, cock still in her mouth.
"She is improving on her work...but now I think it's time for her mother to show her how its done." He said as she released the cock
"Of course Master." She said, opening her mouth and allowing the ballgag to enter her mouth. Alex then took the same die again and rolled it.
It landed on a two.
"The die has spoken." He said as he led her to the dungeon.
Charlotte was impassive, her arms locked into the hanging shackles that forced her arms above her head. Soon, she felt her master grope her body from behind, his hands squeezing her breasts.
"Nice and film. I love MILFS." He said with a husky growl.
Charlotte moaned as she closed her eyes.
She then felt him lift her skirt as he kept a firm grip on her thighs, thrusting his cock into her ass, which caused her to moan in bliss. Two hands on her breasts, he began to thrust like a rabbit in heat, Charlotte's breasts bouncing as he fucked her ass.
"Damn that ass is tight!" He grunted, squeezing even harder as he moved faster. Charlotte moaned louder as she closed her eyes, allowing herself to be taken by her new master. Soon, she heard Alex grunt as she moaned from the cum firing into her ass. She then flopped forward, panting in exhaustion as she didn't register the same needle injecting the asphrodiac into her.
"You know what to do." He told the guard as he undid her shackles and took her away.
Alex left with a satisfied smile.
When the auction came again, he'll be interested in buying another piece of merchandise.