The Business - Chapter Six

March 27th, 2002
Petrovsky sat in his office, filing papers and flipping through slave files. He had many slaves during the past twenty-five years in the business, but most was either dead, or sold. He recalled his favorite slave, his love, Dogwood. The boy had been brought to him at an early age, and he had adored and cherished his personal slave. However, in those years protection was rare, and Dogwood contracted AIDs from a client. The boy suffered for two years before finally succumbing to the disease at the age of seventeen. Petrovsky missed him dearly, and often pretended Basil was his lost love, but he didn’t compare to Dogwood. No one did. But still, Basil tried his best to please him, and he would just have to deal with second best.

A knock sounded at the door. Petrovsky zipped his pants up and kicked at something beneath the desk.

“Come in.” Petrovsky called out, closing Dogwood’s file. The boy was absolutely beautiful, and the house master was at the very least happy that he would eternally be pretty.

Jack cracked the door open and slipped inside, silently shutting the door behind him. “Hello, Master Petrovsky. I have gotten another slave like you asked. Young, curly blonde hair, European, Polish most likely. Possibly a virgin.”

Petrovsky smiled. “How young?”

“She couldn’t tell me through all the tears.” Jack rolled his eyes. “But she looks younger than Basil, and he isn’t yet sixteen.”

“How did you come across her?”

“She was walking home from school, I think. She had a backpack, I left it in the van. I snatched her up before anyone noticed. It was a clean catch.”

“I hope so. If she is as young as you say her picture will be broadcasted everywhere. I don’t want her to leave the house for a while. Let’s have the doctor make a house call so he can verify her virginity. If she is pure then she will sell amazingly. Everyone loves a young girl.” He chuckled.

“So how do you suppose we break her and go about her training? I have yet to deal with a virgin.” Jack sounded absolutely excited about the task.

“Her mouth and ass may be used, but go easy. Young girls do not need to be broken in the same way women do. They need comfort and affection, that is the true way to their heart. Bring her in.” Petrovsky demanded.

Jack nodded and went to the door, sticking his head out. “Please send her in, Mistress Demi.” A moment later a small girl entered, Jack directing her gently by the shoulder. Her hair was in long, light curls down her shoulders and back. Her frame was small, and her skin creamy. Her eyes were puffy from crying and she was trembling.

Petrovsky stood from his seat and went over to her, kneeling to her level. “Hello, girl. What’s your name?”

“Maddy..” She whimpered, shying from him.

“No, sweety. It isn’t.” He brushed a stray curl from her face, smiling at her. “Your name will be Cloud. You belong to me now, okay, Cloud?” The girl simply stared, confused. Petrovsky struck out, grabbing her chin and lifting her head so their eyes met. His smile did not waver, but his eyes were terribly cold. “Do you understand, Cloud?”

“Yes..” She cringed, tears springing to her eyes.

“It is ‘yes, master’..” He commanded.

“Yes, master.” She replied, tears streaming freely down her face.

“Good, girl. Jack, have Mistress Demi take her to one of the upstairs suite, and instruct her to treat the girl kindly and only with affection. No sexual interaction until I direct otherwise.” He let go of Cloud and patted her on the head, returning to his desk. Jack left the room, holding the girl’s hand and whispering soothing words.

Petrovsky watched as they left then looked beneath the desk, at where Basil was staring up at him. “Well, boy, get back to it. You aren’t full yet, are you?” He asked, eying a dribble of cum at the left edge of the slave’s mouth.

“No, master, never.” Basil unzipped his master’s pants and watched with hungry eyes as his dick sprang out to greet him. Basil took the member into his mouth and moaned around it as he sucked it to his gullet.

“What would you like for you birthday, Basil?” Petrovsky asked, stroking the boy’s hair with rare affection.

“Only you.” Basil mumbled around the dick in his mouth, slurping greedily on the shaft.

“That is what I like to here. You’re a good boy.” The master murmured as he looked down at his slave. In this position he almost looked like Dogwood. With a little tanning and growing out his hair just a touch, perhaps dying it a few shades darker… he would be almost as good as Dogwood. Petrovsky came in his mouth, holding the boy’s head to his crotch and forcing the sperm down his slave’s throat, not that he needed a lot of persuading. Basil greedily gulped it down, swirling his tongue around the head and moaning softly. “You may go, Basil.” His master pushed the boy’s head off him and backed the chair away so Basil could crawl out from beneath the large, oak desk.

“Thank you, master.” Basil lowered his head before turning towards the door, grabbing the knob. He looked back at Petrovsky, immortal love in his eyes. “Master?” He hesitated.

Petrovsky looked up, curious. Basil never spoke after their meetings, simply left when he had commanded. Normally the master would be enraged by such a presumption, but considering the oddity of the circumstances. “Go on.” He said coolly.

“I would like to thank you for choosing me. I know I am speaking out of place. But if you ever need me, for anything, I am here for my master.”

“Basil… sweety..” Petrovsky shook his head. “I appreciate it, but you are merely a slave. A toy for my use. You fuck and are fucked. Beyond that, my dear, you are nothing. Get out.” He returned to his papers and did not look up until he heard the door close.

XXX

“Hello, Pink. You look lovely.” Howard smiled widely at her and kissed her cheek as they entered the limousine, off to wherever place he had decided on for their date. It was unusual for Pink to have actual dates, not clients. She was giddy with excitement, and could already feel herself falling for the mysterious man.

“Thank you.” She replied, giggling. She hid her face, a light blush overcoming her cheeks.

“I’ve decided that we should go to the movies tonight, anything you interested in seeing?” He asked, sliding in beside her.

“I wouldn’t know what’s showing..” She replied, embarrassed.

“Then what is it you like to see?”

“Romantic comedies.” Pink responded, a fondness in her voice.

“Then we will find us a nice, romantic comedy. How’s that sound?” He asked, stroking her hair.

“Fantastic.” She stared at him, ecstatic. Pink was happy with Howard.

XXX

“Winter, come here.” Mistress Demi said from the doorway, staring at the dining room of sitting slaves. They were busy eating dinner, and hardly looked up from their plates. Winter laid his fork down and walked over to the mistress, his head bowed.

“Yes, Mistress Demi?”

“Go to Viper. Ask her if she will submit. If she refuses, do what you must to make her submit. I expect to hear her scream.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Follow me.” She demanded, heading out of the room. They went to the basement, and she unlocked the door, pushing him in and then following. The two looked at Viper, sitting ...


Please enable / Bitte aktiviere JavaScript!
Veuillez activer / Por favor activa el Javascript![ ? ]