This story takes place in THE MASTER’S WORLD UNIVERSE. The nature of that universe is described most fully in my serial / book “WELCOME TO MY WORLD”.
Here is a brief description of how THE MASTER’S WORLD UNIVERSE operates: The Master, a man with futuristic, hyper-tech powers, including the ability to read minds and to exert absolute mind control over others, possesses a hidden planet in another dimension that has been customized into his personal paradise. He is Master of everything and everyone there. The Master populates his World with two types of female sex slaves. The first type is ordinary women from earth. The second type is genetically engineered women he creates himself. From earth, the Master kidnaps and enslaves large numbers of beautiful women and teenaged girls. He brainwashes and reprograms them into ideal sex slaves who perfectly match his personal desires. He makes them want what he wants them to want. The women he synthesizes himself using genetic engineering and biotechnology are pre-programmed from the start to the Master’s exacting specifications. This is a story about one of the girls synthesized by the Master on her 18th birthday when she begins her adult life as a working girl sex slave in her Master’s harem.
Her asshole was sore. It ached with tingling pain. It burned as if it had been shredded to bits, even though there was no tearing of the flesh, and no bleeding.
Her mouth tasted like shit. Which was perfectly understandable. Her Master—the man who owned her, body and soul—had “forced” her to give him an ass-to-mouth blowjob after he had sodomized her. After every time he had sodomized her. And he had sodomized her all night long.
With one hand, she brushed her long, golden blonde hair away from her face. She could barely taste the lingering flavor of his heavenly cum. How many times did he cum in her mouth last night? She had lost track after the fourth time.
Closing her blue eyes for a moment, she smiled. Then she tilted her head upwards and prayed softly. “Thank you, God, for allowing me to become his slave. All I have ever wanted was to be owned and used by him. Now my sweetest dreams have come true!”
She leaned against her kitchen counter. Looking in the mirror on the kitchen wall, she checked her face. Her mother always told her she was the most beautiful girl in her high school. Penny hoped so, because she knew her Master prized beauty. She would make him coffee while he was still asleep. The man deserved his rest. It took a lot of energy to use her and abuse her as much as he had last night!
She put coffee beans in the grinder and switched on the machine. She gazed around the early morning kitchen and out into the spring garden as the machine did its work. She now had this urban apartment because he had given her a secretarial job in his office, even though she knew nothing about how to be a secretary. The office staff at the interview had told her not to worry. The senior secretaries would train her on the job. “Besides” one had told her with a smirk “with an ass as big and pretty as yours, I’m sure our Master can find suitable things for you to do.”
She didn’t tell him at the time how happy she had been to hear that. She didn’t tell them that she had posters and photos of him plastered all over her bedroom walls in the home where she had grown up with her adoptive mother. She and her mother had watched his porn obsessively. They bought all his books and subscribed to as many of his pornographic magazines as they could afford. Her mother always told her “You have a big, beautiful ass. The day you turn 18, you should try to get a job in one of his companies. If you play your cards right, his dick will be up your ass and then down your throat before you know it!”
Her adoptive mother was right. And she should know, since her “birth” mother and her adoptive mother had both been his slaves for many years. He had told her adoptive mother to adopt a young girl he had selected for her, and to raise the little cunt to be his whore-slave, his personal prostitute. A whore-slave is not like a whore who has sex for money. If anything, she has to pay her Owner. Most of the time, however, a whore-slave simply takes orders from her Owner. She does whatever her Master tells her. That usually includes a lot of the most degrading sex possible, in accordance with his wishes and desires. And whatever he wanted from her is exactly what she wanted to do for him. She wanted only and precisely what he wanted her to want.
The grinder finished. She put the ground coffee in the brewing machine, added water to the reservoir, and started the brewing process. The communication panel on the kitchen wall flashed a message: the fresh pastry and fruit salad she had ordered minutes before had been delivered to the in-take box next to the front door. She hurried to retrieve it. Her Master demanded only the highest quality food and drink. She would give it to him.
In the kitchen, she arranged the basket of pastries and bowl of fruit salad on a serving tray that could be turned into a mini-table for eating in bed, if desired. Then she fixed up his coffee with half-and-half and cane sugar. Everything was ready. Or was it? Had she forgotten anything?
Then it struck her. “Oh my God” she said, rolling her eyes and slapping her forehead. “How could I have been so stupid!”
Quickly, she rushed to the bathroom and put her bottom into the bidet. She used it to clean her anus and the region around it, removing the lingering bits of feces that her Owner had extracted from her rectum during the many acts of sodomy he had committed upon her last night. Her sore asshole had to be absolutely clean, and her butt crack spotless, in case her Master wanted to lick her asshole after breakfast. Or even before. He enjoyed tonging her anus and her asshole. But only when they were absolutely clean. She would eat shit whenever he wanted her too. He must never be made to do that. His bitches were shit eaters, at his command. He was above such lowly things!
She sat in the bidet, enjoying the cleansing, cool feeling of the swirling water. (It was just a tiny bit cooler than skin temperature.) Her sore anus and throbbing rectum were relaxed and restored. They were cleaned and refreshed. As she felt this gentle healing and cleaning, she thought back to the day and evening before, when her Owner finally took full possession of her, and Penny’s true life had finally begun...
On the day before, the first morning at her new secretarial job was a challenge, since she had neither training nor experience in the field of secretarial work. She had only been hired the previous day, and had spent many hours on the evening of her hire trying to learn as much as she could about what secretaries do. She went to the Porno Book and Video store to do some research. She found exactly one book and one quarterly magazine on the subject. The book was titled Sex-retary: Preparing to be Used by your Boss. The magazine was titled “Office Slave”. Both of them told her pretty much the same thing: offices are automated these days, so secretaries don’t need to know how to type, or file papers, or operate any office machines. They could use computer touch panels to select from a menu of functions, and the machines would carry them out. Or they could speak to the automated office computer hub and it would advise them and answer any questions. Pretty much all a secretary—or “sex-retary”—had to do was to obey her Boss/Master’s orders. And that usually meant a lot of sex and personal service. Whether a bitch was a sex-retary “office slave”, or a waitress, or a cook, or a school teacher, or any other profession in Harem World, the bottom line (for her bottom, tits, cunt, and mouth) were always the same: sex slave. A slave is a slave is a slave. All the bitch had to do was to be a skilled sex slave.
So her biggest task was to dress sexy and then follow orders. She bought the tightest skirt she could find in order to show off her big ass. It was pearl gray and so tight they she could not bend over wearing it. Then she bought a tight, white blouse that was low cut in front. She was ashamed that her tits were not larger. To compensate, she bought a bra that promised to “lift and separate” her tits, thus making them stick out more and occupy a wider arc across her chest. Finally, she bought the most stunning high heels she could find. They were difficult to walk in, but had the redeeming virtue of forcing her ass out even further, making her biggest asset even more prominent.
It was her 18th birthday, the day she got hired. Her mother was very proud of her. “Go out there and be the best slave you can be!” she said enthusiastically. “Do everything he tells you. Nothing is too dirty or degrading. If it hurts you, that’s good! Enjoy the pain, because it gives him pleasure. If you find it disgusting and degrading, thank God for the privilege of being used so well by your Owner! Always remember: you are nothing but a worthless whore. You are worth nothing. He is worth everything. The more completely you give yourself to him and serve him, the happier you’ll be. Beg him to use you! He likes that. And always, always, always thank him, no matter what he does to you. The greatest privilege any girl can have is to be thoroughly used and degraded by him. The lower he treats you, the higher you’ll feel, and the more he’ll want to use you again.”
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