The Business - Chapter Five

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March 26th, 2002
“It’s true, Fauna!” Pink exclaimed in a hushed tone. “He is looking for a wife, not a slave, and he is considering me.” She looked exasperated, but a smile brightened her face.

“It might be true, but don’t get your hopes up. He knows of this business, and where to find slaves. Doesn’t that concern you?” Fauna asked, eying Pink wearily. The girl was seventeen and naïve.

“Well, yes, I suppose. But maybe he is wanting to save people, even if it is only one girl.” She shrugged lightly. The two stood up and looked at the doorway, where Lotus was standing. They didn’t see him come in, and did not know how much he had heard of the conversation. Pink swallowed nervously before excusing herself, rushing from the room to some other area of the house.

“She is going to get hurt.” Fauna murmured.

“Yes, well, sometimes people have to learn their lessons the hard way.” Lotus muttered, pulling at the collar of his shirt.

“What lesson?” The Romanian girl asked.

“Nevermind.” He said quickly, stomping from the room. Fauna looked on, perplexed.


“Let’s go Winter.” Jack said from the door to the billard’s room. Winter looked up from his game with Rusty and nodded his good bye to the other slave. Rusty gave him a look a reassurance before cleaning the table for a fresh game. Winter turned away and followed Jack down the long corridor. Finally at the front door of the large house Jack turned to him and put cuffs on his hands, preventing any, eh, unnecessary, movement.

“Listen up, slave.” Jack said sternly, glaring at the younger boy. “You are meeting Cadiir Vidal, an Indian ambassador. You’ve read what he is into, I hope, thus all I ask is that you please him and follow his every direction.” Jack grabbed the back of Winter’s head, pulling it close to his face, so much so that Winter could smell the whiskey on the other man’s breath. “Do I make myself clear?” The master hissed.

“Yes, Master Jack.” Winter replied softly, looking downcast. This was it. His first client.

“Very good. Come on.”

The two set out on the three hour drive and reached their destination without trouble. They came to a large, mansion-like condominium, private and well kept. The limousine pulled into the drive, making it way slowly towards the grand doors. Jack looked at Winter and smiled. “Nothing like your first client, Winter.” He began, sounding almost melancholy. “You’ll never forget this day, no matter where you go after Master Petrovsky’s house.” Then he returned to his usual state: demanding and far off. He looked at the door and tapped on its glass. It whipped open, first letting Winter out, and then Jack. “Thank you, Gerard.” Jack commented to the driver before unlocking Winter’s cuffs and directing him towards the doors, where a woman in nothing but a skimpy maids outfit was holding the door open for the two. The two entered the grand foyer and paused, Cadiir Vidal would be there any moment now.

After several minutes the pitter patter of slippered feet signaled his arrival. Jack stepped forward. “Afternoon, Master Vidal. I present you Winter,” He gestured to the slave with a flourish. “He will be your company tonight. Do with him as you please as long as it does not result in scarring, long term or permanent damage, or death.” With that Jack left the two, heading off into an opposite hallway. Winter looked around, terrified. He had read this man’s info in his scheduling book, but it was brief, and vague. Who knows what this man could put him through, or for how long. He looked at the tall, slim Indian man and nodded hello, obviously scared.

“Welcome, Winter. I cannot guarantee any pleasure, or mercy, but know that if you follow my every direction nothing will be too painful or uncomfortable to bear. Come with me.” Master Vidal guided him down a winding hallway, occasionally make a left or right. Winter lost track of direction, and simply followed, feeling as if he would never get out of this place.

At last they made it to a door and Master Vidal stopped, slipping a key from his pocket and into the latch, swinging the door wide. Winter was horrified by what he saw.


Meanwhile, back at Petrovsky’s estate, the Grand Master himself was busy with Viper. He had between her until she was black and blue, and had multiple objects, including one thick umbrella, shoved into her ass and pussy. Nothing was working, and she had passed out once more. He sighed with agitation and unclasped the cuffs on her wrists, causing her to fall into a mangled heap on the floor. She barely stirred from her place, and he feared he had gone too far.

“Viper, wake up. Wake up now, slut.” He kicked her hand, causing her to cringe back in pain. “There we are, girl. Now open your eyes.” Slowly, oh so slowly, she opened her eyes, looking up at him with a mix of pain, terror, and anger.

“I will kill you.” She whispered before a rain of piss fell onto her face. In her eyes and onto her lips. She cried silently but otherwise did not attempt to escape the steady, filthy stream.


Inside the large bedroom was five large, brutish Indian man, all undressed and with long, thick dicks out, standing up and oozing pre-cum. Winter stared at them, astonished. He had never been a part of such a large orgy, and definitely not with men alone. He turned to Master Vidal and whimpered, his eyes begging. Cadiir Vidal smirked and pushed him forward, closing the door behind him. Winter turned away in time to hear the door lock. “Undress, Winter.” The master demanded. Winter looked away from the greedy men before doing as he commanded, slowly lifting up his shirt and unzipping his jeans, leaving him in briefs. “The underwear.” Cadiir grumbled. Winter looked downcast but did as he was told, slipping the briefs off, and revealing his semi-erection. It wasn’t his fault that humans were sexual creatures by nature, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t incredibly ashamed of himself. The men began to stroke their dicks, smiling at the younger boy.

Suddenly Vidal began to speak in another tongue, one Winter was unfamiliar with. He was looking at one of the larger men, and apparently asking a question. They conversed back and forth a bit before Vidal turned back to Winter. “He would like you first.” Master Vidal informed him, gesturing to the man he had just spoken with. “We will watch and join in as it progresses.” He looked over to the large man and asked another unknown question. The man replied quickly, moving slowly towards Winter. “He wants you to sit in his lap while he fucks you from behind.” Vidal grinned widely.

The man sat on the bed near Winter and patted his thigh, signaling for Winter to come and take a seat. He must have hesitated too long, because Vidal roughly pushed him forward, into the naked man. The man laughed gleefully and turned Winter around so they were no longer facing. The man wrapped his arms around the slave’s waist and forced him down, hard, onto his dick, impaling him. Winter cried out, tears springing to his eyes. It was the largest he had taken, and without the proper lubrication he felt his skin tear painfully as the man began to pump in and out of him, grunting.

Only minutes passed before another man crawled onto the bed, sitting up on his knees so his dick was level with Winter’s face. The man stroked himself furiously, rubbing the tip of his dick onto Winter’s face, smearing pre-cum across his eyes, forehead, ear, and finally onto his lips. Winter closed his eyes and kept his mouth closed, attempting to turn his head. The man cursed in a foreign language and grabbed Winter’s hair roughly, forcing him to turn towards the dick. The man shouted a command, and pushed. The head of the man’s dick slipped past his lips and plopped onto his tongue.

Winter gave in, slurping the head and nibbling the shaft as it flew into his mouth, forcing him to deep-throat the lean cock. Winter heard the men murmur things, unfamiliar words, but he knew they were vulgar commands and statements by the heavy breathing and tone of their voices. He opened his eyes in time to see a man come and stand before him. Winter watched in horror as the man aimed his dick for his ass. He wasn’t sure what the man intended, there was already one in him, and he didn’t think another would fit. But sure enough the man began to press in, causing a cry to rip from Winter’s stuffed mouth. The man was making slow progress because of the other cock, but soon Winter felt the man’s balls, and knew that two men were now sharing his small, abused ass hole.

The man whose lap he sat in grunted roughly, then came wildly, creaming inside Winter and finally pulling out. The extrusion left Winter feeling empty, despite the other cocks buried deep in two separate holes. He was so aware of his body that he could literally feel the cum seeping from ...

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