TirithIre
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Damian was a man whom either got what he wanted, or took it. He was the kind of man whom stood upon the top of the world looking down and oft wondered just where the edge was, and whether he could stretch it any further then what he already had. Yet the world was but his playground. He had 'feelers', men whom were out in the world, seeking out only the most beautiful of women. Black, white, asian, european... they were all the same in his eyes.
They were all pieces of meat that were to be used and trained to make him some money. Damian was the man. He was the go to guy when it came to illicit sex slaves... and he did it well. He dealt in drugs, he dealt in cars, and he dealt in women. They all screamed... they all cried and pleaded... and in the end, they all sucked his cock as thanks for sparing their miserable lives.
Yet his feelers had one 'rule', they could not use the merchandise. If they did, Damian killed them himself. If they wanted to buy the women at his private auction AFTER they had been trained... well that he had no problems with, but really, they hardly had the sort of money for that kind of purchase. Breaking down a woman with a feeler just ended badly in his experience.
Of course there were the unwritten rules... they weren't to cut the women if they could help it. They could only take a woman if it looked as though her exsistance, or her identity could be wiped... with some money here, and a few 'slipped fingers' there, it wasn't that hard. This was the way of the world. He worked it, and he enjoyed it. He had his trainers... but that all depended on the girl.
He of course lived in the high lifestyle... each girl that a feeler found was brought to him, dragging, gagged or not and presented, before he would decide where they would go. They would then be taken and trained for the sole purpose of being a sex slave... and if they did well, they would be sold to the arabian... who's tastes sometimes ranged into the more exotic of ways... he was easily the kindest master.
The Cuban was oft the worst, shelling his slaves out as nothing more then common whores, he broke many indeed. Once in a while Damian took a slave for himself... but that was rarer still. Yet the auctions were private, held upon a boat in international waters... and by the time it happened... nothing of rebelliousness remained. Today though Damian received a call that a new girl had been found and was being brought in.
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Markus had been working for Damian for a long time. He had seen women come and go... and even though at one point he had felt bad about it... those emotions had long ago been destroyed so that he could do the work that was required of him. He and a younger man by the name of Nate had been out for days.
They had gotten a tip from one of the feelers, and were out to collect. Apparently this girl would be a 'good one', though of course... Markus would be the true judge of that. Either way... she would probably be taken. The feeler's had a habit of not making a mistake when it came to actually making the call.
Nate was new, younger, less calm... but Markus was sublime comparatively... the day was a nice one... the morning turning to afternoon as they sat in their car waiting for the unsuspecting female to come out. They had to be discreet of course, but other then that... they were 'free' to use whatever means necessary that it took to 'bring her in'.
They were all pieces of meat that were to be used and trained to make him some money. Damian was the man. He was the go to guy when it came to illicit sex slaves... and he did it well. He dealt in drugs, he dealt in cars, and he dealt in women. They all screamed... they all cried and pleaded... and in the end, they all sucked his cock as thanks for sparing their miserable lives.
Yet his feelers had one 'rule', they could not use the merchandise. If they did, Damian killed them himself. If they wanted to buy the women at his private auction AFTER they had been trained... well that he had no problems with, but really, they hardly had the sort of money for that kind of purchase. Breaking down a woman with a feeler just ended badly in his experience.
Of course there were the unwritten rules... they weren't to cut the women if they could help it. They could only take a woman if it looked as though her exsistance, or her identity could be wiped... with some money here, and a few 'slipped fingers' there, it wasn't that hard. This was the way of the world. He worked it, and he enjoyed it. He had his trainers... but that all depended on the girl.
He of course lived in the high lifestyle... each girl that a feeler found was brought to him, dragging, gagged or not and presented, before he would decide where they would go. They would then be taken and trained for the sole purpose of being a sex slave... and if they did well, they would be sold to the arabian... who's tastes sometimes ranged into the more exotic of ways... he was easily the kindest master.
The Cuban was oft the worst, shelling his slaves out as nothing more then common whores, he broke many indeed. Once in a while Damian took a slave for himself... but that was rarer still. Yet the auctions were private, held upon a boat in international waters... and by the time it happened... nothing of rebelliousness remained. Today though Damian received a call that a new girl had been found and was being brought in.
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Markus had been working for Damian for a long time. He had seen women come and go... and even though at one point he had felt bad about it... those emotions had long ago been destroyed so that he could do the work that was required of him. He and a younger man by the name of Nate had been out for days.
They had gotten a tip from one of the feelers, and were out to collect. Apparently this girl would be a 'good one', though of course... Markus would be the true judge of that. Either way... she would probably be taken. The feeler's had a habit of not making a mistake when it came to actually making the call.
Nate was new, younger, less calm... but Markus was sublime comparatively... the day was a nice one... the morning turning to afternoon as they sat in their car waiting for the unsuspecting female to come out. They had to be discreet of course, but other then that... they were 'free' to use whatever means necessary that it took to 'bring her in'.