*Note: In this story I played a lot with fetishes and stereotypes and how I could fit them in a story, taking inspiration from art and literature I’ve read. In the story all women are very submissive, except for the main character [Selena Dantes](https://imgur.com/a/spROMe9), who I hoped to tell the story around. It’s not finished yet, but how you enjoy the first part.*
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Bucarra, a desolate island that was very warm under the hot sun. An island where slavery was legal and permitted. There were lots of ranches on the island, one which was owned by Baron Sandie, a man of wealth and notoriety. He owned the highest number of slaves on Bucarra. Today was another moment he would visit the market for more. The Baron had broad shoulders, walking with an elegant cane, the head decorated with a golden snake. Not that he needed it. He considered himself as a man of class, dressed in a black suit and tie. His black limo just waited outside, the driver holding the back door open for him. Afterwards they drove off to the market. They arrived shortly, the Baron’s eyes watching the wooden platforms lining up with female slaves on top of them, all chained up from their necks to their wrists and just above their feet. However that’s all they wore. They also had numbers painted on their stomach. The Baron inspected all of them, often shaking his head in disapproval when it came to slaves that weren’t to his taste when he thought their breasts were too small or their hips not wide enough. He liked slaves that had an hourglass figure. His manager, David, walked just behind him and looked to the Baron, “My lord, any slaves to your liking?” He asked.
The Baron didn’t even look back at his manager and kept his eyes on the slaves, “I’ll take number two, three and six.” He said in a calm tone, “Pay the slaver 20K for all three. Have them washed and put them on duty. Number three goes in the stalls. The other two I want to see in my mansion.”
“In- in the stalls?”
“You have a problem with that?” The Baron raised his eyebrow.
“No, no of course not, my lord.” The manager said with a fake grin, noting the Baron’s requests on his tablet.
“My Lord, I’d like to remind you that the inspector will be observing the ranch today.”
The Baron sighed, “Ugh, I hate inspections…”
The slaves he had requested were led to a van where they sat down in their chains. A guard sat himself down watching them in case they tried to escape. Not that they had much chance, though the Baron knew better than to take any risk. Later they arrived at the ranch and two of them were all cleaned up in a facility showered with cold water. The numbers on their stomach were removed and all of them were tagged with a laser on their wrist, which made them officially the property of the Baron. After they were cleansed they walked to the mansion styled in Art Deco. Inside other slaves were used to clean the house or for other purposes. Some were used merely for decoration. The most peculiar one was a slave sitting on all four with her ass raised up, a small round platform placed on it to serve as a small table for drinks.
The third slave was brought to the horse stables, where she got shackled to a low fence. The guard escorting her had a paddle in his hand and spanked her ass once she tried to sit down, “Get up, slave!” He grunted. David came to see the progress and watched the slave, making notes on his tablet,
“The horses return at 5 a’ clock. Make sure she’s ready when the inspector arrives.”
The guard nodded and looked back at the slave, spanking her ass once again, though for no reason this time. The slave widened her eyes once she heard David. What exactly did he mean concerning the return of the horses? Later five more slaves arrived in the same stable, who were shackled to the fences, bending over in the same position. The new slave got frightened for what the slavers had in store for her. Just a moment passed and a convertible car rode in the garage. A woman wearing sunglasses with auburn hair she had tied up, wearing a purple suit, short skirt and high boots. She stepped out of her car, tipping her shades to observe the ranch. David rushed to her, though she didn’t pay him any attention. With her high heels and long legs she walked close to the stables, watching the slaves inside,
“Welcome to Baron Sandie’s ranch, Miss Hepburn.” David smiled walking behind her. Still ignoring him, she took out her tablet from her pocket and wrote some notes down, “I’ll notify the baron of your presence.” He said before he ran off to the mansion.
Inside the Baron’s bedroom the lord of the manor sat on the bed with his slave sitting on all fours, while his thumb was inside her ass and his dick in her pussy, thrusting with each moment harder and harder. He pulled at the slave’s hair, making her cry out in pain. Her legs and arms were bruised and you could tell by the mark on her face that he had slapped her several times. With his hand he pinched one of her nipples, tightening his fingers as he took more pleasure out of it, the more they submitted to him. She bowed her head down,
“Please master. Please, show me mercy!” She pleaded, though the Baron only grinned in delight, his cock only hardened. With each cry he pushed his thumb deeper inside her ass. Still holding her by her hair, he placed a noose around her neck connected to a blunt hook he inserted in her butt. The slave tried to remove the noose, though it was too tight. The baron walked to a small closet and opened a cabinet with a cat o’ nine tails whip inside. Holding the whip with a firm grip, he struck it on the slave’s back. She cried out with each hit.. By now the Baron was whipping the slave’s buttocks, though he didn’t strike too hard to prevent permanent injuries.
“Say it!” He said through clenched teeth, though she only cried out, “Say it!!!” He shouted once again.
The girl felt out of breath, drops of sweat on her forehead, “I… Master please, cum in my mouth, in my pussy, my ass. Please!” She pleaded, though it was clear from her voice she did not mean any of it. The baron stepped in front of her, pushing his cock inside her mouth. With one deep thrust she felt like she was going to gag, however she didn’t and closed her eyes and swirled her tongue around his dick. With one loud moan she revealed that she did take pleasure in it. While opening her mouth wider, the baron pushed his cock fully inside her mouth. Pressing her head with his hand closer to him and forcing her to take it all in, he groaned out of pleasure and felt the ecstasy throughout his body and came inside her mouth. The cum overflowing and with his cock still in her mouth she couldn’t swallow every drop of it. Her chin got covered in his cum and she liked the warm taste of it. Once he pulled out his cock she looked to him with a smile, “Mmmm! Yes, master! Thank you for this gift!” She moaned, still feeling the cold metal in her ass from the hook, though she didn’t seem to mind now.
Once David got inside the mansion he could hear the Baron with the sex slave. The sound of panting, moaning and groaning could be heard from downstairs and the other slaves inside didn’t pay attention to it or at least to. David could hear the slave’s pain, though by now he was almost used to it. Slowly he ascended the stairs, only to hear the girl’s pain louder and louder. He did wonder if it wasn’t a mix of pain and joy, because a lot of slaves did easily submit to the baron almost too easily. His hand knocked on the door and he could hear the baron’s annoyance by his disruption, “Who’s there?!”
“It’s me, Baron. Your loyal servant. The inspector is here to see you.” He said humbly.
“I forgot he’s here!” He grumbled, “I’ll right. I’ll be there in a moment.” He snatched the hook from the slave’s ass, causing her to gasp just by the shock of it. Fortunately this allowed her to finally breathe better as the noose around her neck to release. His cock was still in her pussy and once he pulled out, all the cum splashed from it, leaving the bed enveloped in her own cum and that of the Baron’s. Her body collapsed onto it, feeling drained from all energy. The Baron used his whip on her ass and she straightened herself. He beckoned her to follow him to the bathroom, where he showered under the warm water, the slave holding the shower head for him. Not that it was necessary, but he enjoyed the view and the company. While grabbing the towels from the closet, she caught a glimpse of David, who looked rather nervous with a forced smile. She turned back to the Baron and dried him, after giving his cock a thorough wash after she had given him another blowjob in the shower. He dressed himself in the same manner as he had the day before at the slave auction.
The inspector was still waiting for him in the courtyard and tried to bide time on her tablet, writing down notes from the observations she had made so far. The most interesting one she had made so far was a guard, holding two slaves on a leash, one in her mid-thirties holding her arm over her belly, gently rubbing it. Judging by the size of it she was in her second trimester. The other was a little younger and just in her first trimester. The Baron arrived immediately after the guard walked off to some unknown facility. He looked pleasantly surprised once he set eyes on the inspector, “Oh, I didn’t expect… you so soon. Though it’s certainly a welcome surprise.” He smiled.
“Baron Sandie, my name is Selena Dantes. I’m here for the-“ She was cut off by the Baron, who replied to her in a posh voice,
“For the inspection, yes. Thank you, my dear.”
Selena smiled back at him, “Yes, I will judge if your ranch is well-equipped enough for the slaves you hold here.”
“I assure you, we are. I must say I’m surprised that you are… a lady. One should think that inspectors were men, considering the slaves are all female.”
“And you presume that bothers me?” She said, arching her eyebrow.
“A small error on my part. Excuse me, my dear.”
“Well, for starters, you can stop calling me ‘my dear’. Next you can tell me what’s going on with those two.” She said, gesturing to the pregnant slaves with her pen.
“Ah yes, when slaves reach a certain age, they leave certain services and we keep them to produce children, who are to be raised as slaves or guards, depending on their gender.” He told her, a droplet of sweat appearing on his forehead.
“I presume you keep them in a separate facility?” She continued to take notes on her tablet, while the Baron extended his arms to the facility in question. Selena nodded and followed him across the courtyard. Inside it was like a hospital with sterile clinical walls. Selena felt it was rather cold, though didn’t mind. There were only a few rooms. The first one held five beds with two guards inside to keep an eye on four slaves that were present all lying in bed with their legs spread widely, supported by metal leg holders, though by the looks of it they were quite uncomfortable. Several slaves had tubes inserted in both their ass and pussy for urine and waste disposal. Plastic masks covered their mouth with a tube attached to feed them. The last Selena noticed were the sensors placed on their breasts and inside their thighs.
“It’s all automated and safe. You’ll see we have equipment that is made of top of the art equipment.” The Baron said proudly. A doctor walked in and checked the monitors next to the beds, which kept check of their heart rate, body temperature and blood pressure. The monitor’s screen changed to an image to keep tabs on their bladder. One the medic noted he gestured to the guard, who walked over after the doctor had removed the tube in her pussy and thrusted his cock inside her. Selena took note of this and just glanced at the baron, “We-we allow the guards some… pleasure and the patients as well. We need to keep them active for their own health.”
“Uh huh…” She pursed her lips, “And is that all the activity you allow them?”
“No, they go once to the gymnasium a day. That’s where the earlier patients came from actually.” The baron stretched his neck, watching how the guard took full advantage of the slave’s situation. The mask she wore trapped any sound she made.
“Let’s move on, shall we?” He grinned, leading her to the third room. They passed the second room as it was just the same in function as the first. The third room had women sitting in chairs with their baby in hand, tubes attached to their breasts and nipples to milk them. They all looked rather docile, which they didn’t come as a surprise after Selena noticed another doctor injecting something in their pulse. Their breasts were unusually large,
“Genetic modifications to the size of their breasts?” She asked flat-out, taking more notes on her tablet.
The Baron grew more nervous, watching her tablet and feeling a deep urge to destroy it. Yet he restrained himself and just answered their question, “Obviously…” He said, rather snootily, “Let’s just move on.”
Selena didn’t listen and took a closer look at the slaves present, taking a hand glove from her pocket and putting her hand inside one of the slave’s pussy. She took her time, while the Baron wondered what she was trying to accomplish, until the slave finally came and she quickly took a sample of her cum. After disposing of her glove, she placed on another and took another sample, “I’ll send these to the laboratory.” She said rather coldly, “Let me see the rest.”
To be continued…
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