Thread: The Life of a Sex Slave

Adolfo's eyes showed no emmotion toward her pleas. He had lost count how many times he heard those same words screamed to him by a young woman, eyes desperate and voice begging. She trembled beneath him, but he could care less. Used to, it got him off. He liked to be the first to fuck some of the girls to come through, especially one as beautiful as Emily, but after years and years of being in the business, he grew little to no attatchment to the slaves. He had one of his own that he exchanged out every year, and even those slaves received Adolfo's cold demeanor before they were sold off. They were sex machines to him put on this earth for his pleasure. He could care less if they wanted to go home to Mommy and Daddy. As far as he was concerned, as soon as they were carried through the gates of his property, they were just that - his property. His dark, brooding eyes looked her over, then turned to Dante. He nodded to his son, prompting him to come over to him. Turning back to Emily, he left his hand reach out and touch her naked, trembling breast. His touch was not carress, but a simple proceedure. It was something he did every day with a new girl. His thumb flicked her nipple, liking its size and color. Once he studied her breasts, weighing it and feeling it, his hand skimmed her slendor stomach, his calloused palm slowly making its way between her legs. Dante came up to the young woman on the metal table, his stare alarmingly familair to his father's cold one. He looked at her, and it took extreme practice to remain formal and not want to take her right there while she couldn't do anything about it. His hand reached out and grabbed her other breast, and smirk forming over his face at the sound of her pleas. His hand quickly went up to grab her chin, leaving her breast unattended, his grip on her jaw firm. His eyes pentrated her's, looking past her beauty and into the soul of an animal. Because to him, that was exactly what she was. If I were you, I'd shut the fuck up, he said bluntly, the let her go, turning away from her. His father was standing between her legs now, studying her exposed and spread pussy. He looked up at Rocco and let out a huff, nodding at her appearence. Well, hell, you're right. She's a bombshell. She'll need some breaking, Rocco answered, looking down at the blonde. Adolfo let out a gruff chuckle. Good, he said, his voice sinister, That's my favorite part. Now, before I lose my patience, go get a doctor. I want her inspected immediately. Dante will carry her to be groomed and fitted. I want her in the viewing room by midnight. She needs estimated. I think I can get a pretty penny for her, and there's no need to wait around. He through a look at his son, not needing to further explain what is to be done. Dante nodded, and Rocco pulled out his cell to call the doctor. Before he left, he walked back over to Emily and leaned in to her, his lips a few inches from her ear. There was no smirk to his expression. Adolfo was nothing but cold and professional. You, slut, are mine now. You're my property. That's all you need to know. You want to live? You better be a good fuck. You're pussy better be wet on cue, you better know how to get a guy's cock hard, and if you're not doing one of those two things, you better keep your fucking mouth shut. I'd cut all of your tongues out if I didn't like blow jobs as much as I do. And with that, he stood up, buttoned his coat, and walked out of the room. I want her in that viewing room at midnight. Don't forget, Rocco, or I'll think twice about your raise. Not but a few seconds later, a doctor was kneeling between her legs, his cold tools spreading her lower lips and exposing her most private area to the room. Dante watched in between the several times he checked his watch for the time.