Chapter 4

The next morning I leave the girls money for a cab and a little note for when they wake up. I am on time to work, but the only way I can stay awake is to take some X-Plus-water. It’s a designer drug mixed with water. This version only heightens the senses and gives a boost of energy. It was developed for the adult entertainers of Slutty Inc. to keep them working longer and help them to enjoy their work.

I am given a tour of the office and am introduced to Fiona in passing. They give me an office on the same floor as her, but it is on the other side of the building. That is fine by me. The first stage of my plan is to sleep with as many women in the office as I can. Women talk. Given the size of my cock and the experience I have, it will not be long before they are talking about me, making each progressing conquest easier. Right from the start, I am sure to flirt with every girl I saw.

After the tour, I have my presentation. It only took a half-hour. They are impressed, even though it is something I only had a little time to work on. It seems everybody has their own secretary. They even give me one. Then there are a few office assistants. All are young women. Whoever does the hiring is a pervert. I had never seen a law office with so much quality eye candy. I don’t see anything inappropriate around the office. I wonder if it’s one or more of the partners that was the reason for the eye candy or if everybody was just on good behaviour because of me.

By lunchtime, I have my first target picked out. It is a mousey redhead intern. She lacks confidence and is a little low on the social scale. She is cute and looks younger than she is. She is missing the muscle tone to give her the athletic build I love. Instead, she is curvy. She is small, so she can have a well-proportioned body and have it remain tight. Her ass and tits are slightly large for her size, but they are firm and edible.

Having low self-esteem, she doesn’t hesitate when I invite her for lunch. The entire time, we flirt, and when we get back to the office, she is on cloud 9. After work, on the way out the door, I ask her to coffee, which turns into supper, which turns into her inviting me over for a drink.

She has two room-mates who are concerned about her having an older man over. They don’t leave us alone, so I wrap my arm around her waist and walk her down the hall. She gets the hint and points out her room. Once in her room, we make out for a while before I push for anything more.

She is hesitant, but I can tell she both wants and needs this, so I push her to go beyond what she is comfortable with. I also progress in a way that I know she won’t say no. Our necking gets heavier, and we end up on her bed. I start exploring her body with my hands but leave her clothes on. Eventually, we progress, so my hands are under her shirt, playing with her breasts. My mouth begins to wander to her neck and ears. I notice that after the underside of her ear is wet from my tongue, she goes wild when I blow on it.

She is hot enough now, she doesn’t care when I take her shirt and bra off. My lips migrated down to her tits. She enjoys it, but it isn’t getting as good of a reaction as I was getting from her ear. I move my mouth back to her ear and leave one hand playing with a tit. The other hand goes exploring. I don’t think she notices when my hand finds its way into her pants.

My palm is rubbing her clit, and I have a finger inside her impossibly tight cunt when she decides she doesn’t need clothes anymore. She lifts her hips off the bed and pushes her pants and panties down to mid-thigh. I grab them from there and rip them the rest of the way off. She is getting vocal but says nothing coherent, only moans, grunting, ooos, ahhs and ummmms. Her roommates can easily hear her pleasure.

I move my mouth down and engulf her cunt. I eat her to three rather loud and impressive orgasms. When it is time, I ask her for a condom, and all she says is no. I don’t know if that means she doesn’t have any, or that she doesn’t need any. Truth is, I don’t care. I move forward and push myself into her. It takes a lot of effort, but my cock head squeezes inside. The entire time she is screaming, both in pain and ecstasy. I give it a rest for a moment so she can adjust. Instead of going deeper, I began working her ear again. With her distracted, I start pushing in deeper. It doesn’t take her long for her fourth orgasm to hit, and when it does, I take her to her limits. I work harder and harder to keep the climax going. I am willing to bet she never had an orgasm last so long or hit her so hard. Even when she stops cumming, I continue pounding her until I fill her womb.

Once I stop, I notice she is passed out. I get up. I don’t bother to put my pants on to go to the restroom. On the way back, her roommate runs into me in the hall, so I comment, “Do you still think I am too old. I bet none of your boyfriends ever made you feel like that.” She is stunned into inaction, so I take a step towards her and start making out with her. At first, she is a dead fish, but slowly she begins to react. I push her, so she is walking backward, to a bedroom door, behind her. She starts tearing at my shirt to get it off.

I open the door. She talks into my mouth. It sounds like she is saying this isn’t her room. I pull away from her long enough for me to rip her shirt and bra in half and tell her, “I don’t care.” I throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the bed. I drop her down like a sack of potatoes. She squeals in excitement. I don’t undo her skirt I just pull it off then rip her panties apart.

She is leaking fluids everywhere, so there is no need for any kind of foreplay. I just ram it in hard. She too screams in pain and ecstasy. I keep plowing into her like a wild beast possessed. This one uses her words, “Ohh, I’m so full ... Fuck Yes ... Fuck me harder.”

I stop and pull out. She screams, “NO, GIVE IT BACK. FUCK ME NOW, please.”

“Who is your master?”

She yells out, “YOUR MY MASTER. NOW, GIVE ME THAT COCK.”

I grab her hair and shove my cock down her throat. I only face fuck her for a little while before I throw her head back down on the bed, jamming my cock into her cunt again.

“You didn’t say what hole you wanted it in, my little whore.”

I doubt she heard me. She is too busy screaming her obscenities. A couple more expletives and she is squirting all over her friend’s bed. That is when the other roommate enters the room.

“What the fuck are you doing, fucking on my bed. You dirty slut.”

I look her in the eyes and say, “Shut up and come here.”

She looks like a deer in the headlights as she comes forward. She wouldn’t have come to me if she didn’t want the same treatment. I reach up and guide her head to my cock. When she gets a good rhythm going, I let her head go and reach down for the back of her shirt. I rip it and her bra apart and let it slide off her front. My cock is still in her mouth, when I reach down, pick her up and throw her on the bed beside her friend. As I climb between her legs, she is pulling her pants off. She doesn’t get the panties in time. I tear them to shreds.

This time, I don’t bother sticking it in her cunt. I can see she already had something up there while listening to her friends get fucked. I reach over and scoop up some of her friend’s juices then start fucking her ass with my fingers. I scoop up her friend’s juices a couple more times and feed them to her ass. My cock is wet enough from her mouth, so I jam it in. She screams in pain, but a few strokes later, she is moaning in heat. I don’t pull out like I did her friend, “Who is your master, Slut.”

She begins to talk, “You are my master. Your beautiful big cock owns me now.” Just that little talk was enough to set the bitch off. This time I don’t last and cream inside her bowels.

I rest for only a moment, then say, “All right, you slutty little slaves follow me.” I start to head for the redhead’s room, but the sluts don’t move. “If you ever want a piece of my cock again, you will follow me now. That got them moving. “Crawl on your knees. You need to earn the right to walk like a human, dogs.”

We get to my mousey little co-worker’s room, and I grab the closest slut by the hair and stick her face in the sleeping girl’s cunt.

“Clean her out good. and be thankful you get to eat my cum.”

You can hear a muffled, “Thank you, Master.”

“You make out with her until she wakes up.”

The other slut replies, “Yes, Master.”

Red wakes up. I grab the girl making out with her and make her clean the ass juice off my cock.

“OK, girls, she likes to have her ears played with, so get to it.”

They don’t reply other than to move up to their friend’s head and get to work. I shove my cock back into her box, lifting her leg, scissor fucking her. You can get in deeper that way. I was hitting her cervix with every stroke. This time, it took a little longer to fuck her into unconsciousness. When I blow my final load, I take her leg off my shoulder and move into a spooning position without letting my dick slide out of her vag. I fell asleep holding her like that.

I woke up early and woke everybody up. I gave my co-worker’s room-mates a talking to about not respecting her and told them as punishment I wouldn’t be around for a while so they couldn’t have my cock. They were a little disappointed but understood. In all honesty, I am expecting them to move on before I came back, but if they were still game, I could use them to bate Fiona.

When I am done, it is still early, so I go home to shower and change. It turns out my little redhead is a talker. By the time I got into work, all the girls are looking at me in a new light. Some of the girls amplified the flirting. Those girls I work on first and force them to beg before I give them the cock. The first eleven workdays, I sleep with a different girl each night.

My little redhead, Kate, is feeling a little betrayed. So I asked her out again on the twelfth day. I do my best to make her feel special. Though I am a slut, and she knows I am only using her for sex, she notices that she is the only one I have asked out a second time, and that makes her feel special. We don’t go to her apartment. I don’t want her roommates since that would ruin things for her.

When we get back to work, she is letting everybody know I can be sensual and romantic if I felt that is what the woman wants.

As for Sylvie, every work break she had, we were talking on the phone. Every night that I got in at a reasonable hour, I would phone her, and we would talk until well past the point we should be sleeping. As promised, I spent at least one day a week with her. I had her boss give her shifts Monday - Friday. That way, she had weekends off, and our schedules lined up.

Once a week, I phone Crystal and the girls, and they keep me on the phone for at least a couple hours, letting me know everything that is happening in their lives and that they missed me. I let Crystal know about Sylvie and how she is helping me work through my problems. It is the first time I see her get jealous. She understands and tells the rest of the girls for me. I am sure to tell each of the girls I love them.

My luck in using the L-word holds true. The slaves are still slaves at heart and need a dom. Crystal, Angel and Emery do a lot for them in this regard but are not real dominants. The slaves need me, and once again, I fail the women I love. I’m lucky they lasted as long as they did. The girls all know I would understand it if they found another man, and so some of the slaves go looking. The problem is, it is difficult to find a new dom safely. Many put on an act until they have you ensnared. That is what happened with Aurora.

The girls don’t know it, but the anklet I gave them before the first time I took off is a tracking device, and I have HD monitor the girls. I am paranoid, so HD intercepts every phone call and email. They track the girl’s locations, and when they felt the girls needed a little help, they put on plain clothes and hid in plain sight.

Aurora found a dom online and was chatting with him for three months before she agreed to meet him for the first time. The first meeting, she took one of her sisters to be safe. The first few meetings were all in public, and the first time she slept with the guy was at a BDSM club. The first sign we had that she was in trouble was the first time she stayed over at his place. A couple days later she still hasn’t come home. Her anklet shows her at his residence, so HD, told me of the situation, and I had them watch the house. The following Tuesday was garbage day in that neighbourhood and her anklet left with the garbage truck. That is how we knew she was in trouble. None of my girls ever took off their anklets. It was as much of a sign of their love for each other as it was a gift from me.

It is day 13 at the law firm. I get the news of her predicament at 10:23. By 10:25, I have left the building and am on the way to the airport. 11:00 I am in the air, and 11:20, my feet are on the ground. My usual security and limo are waiting for me.

We get to her dom’s address, and we have a plan with backup plans to support. It isn’t the first time we rescued a slave. Our first attempt is for me to go in there, pretending to want to buy the slave and check out his place with a couple security guards accompanying me. He doesn’t answer the door, and we don’t know if he is there. We don’t want it to look like we are targeting his home or that something is up, so when he doesn’t answer, we leave.

We have teams in place on every road at a three-block radius. In these teams, we have two break and enter specialists from Booz Allen. I went with them down the back alley. Normally this option would be done at night, but we don’t know her condition and need intel ASAP. I don’t think anybody saw us break-in. If they do, they don’t report it. Nothing is coming over the police frequencies about it. We find a room locked in the basement. There is no quick way to get in there without making it look like somebody was there, so I kicked in the door. The room turned out to be a sound-proofed dungeon, and there was Aurora, hanging from the ceiling.

She was nowhere near as bad as Mary was when I found her in the dungeon all those years ago, but she was pretty bad. There was a lot of blood, and she hadn’t been cleaned in a few days. I doubt he fed her much either.

From there, things happen fast. Security is down here in an instant, but only two guys to help get her out. The Booz Allen guys flee because we call the cops, and I don’t want them arrested for breaking and entering. I will tell the cops it was all me. Moments after we found her, she and I are in one of the SUVs heading for the closest hospital. I check her over. Most of it seems superficial, but there are a lot of superficial wounds. She will have scars, but nothing too big or that would make her hide her body like Mary. There were some broken bones. I think her arm would have set wrong if she wasn’t hung up by her arms. It kept the bone from fusing back together, but I’m sure there is a lot of internal soft tissue damage. My greatest worry was she still hasn’t regained consciousness.

When they take her from me at the hospital, my heart sinks. There is nothing more I can do for her. Instead of sitting and crying, there is still more to be done. I phone Crystal. I still haven’t let her know that I know about Aurora’s disappearance or that she was in trouble. Crystal answers on the first ring because she is worried sick and sitting on the phone in case Aurora calls. I tell her what happened and she phones all the girls.

Crystal and our daughter are the first to arrive. She is still on the phone, calling the other girls. Understandably she is confused as to how I know her sister was in trouble and where to find her. It is only about 30 minutes from the time they took her from me until the Doctor comes out and lets us know we can see her. They need a specialist to operate on her arm, and that is scheduled for later in the week. They keep her for observation until then. She does have a major concussion and will likely suffer from something similar to multiple concussion syndrome. If we are lucky, she will only suffer from mood swings. If not, there could be problems with violent outbursts, suicide, depression and a slew of other emotional issues.

We are just getting settled down, and it is about time I explain how I knew she was in trouble when Sylvie phones. It is 2 pm in Alberta. The lunch rush has just ended, and she is sitting down for her lunch. As soon as I answer the phone, she hears the strain in my voice and immediately asks what is wrong. I tell her the entire story, then say we need to talk when I get home tonight. She is supposed to have a girls’ night at a friend’s place, but our infatuation is still intense, and she would do anything to see me, so she doesn’t hesitate to cancel.

How do you explain to a room full of women that you have tracked their every move, recorded every phone call and email for the last few years? Needless to say, their initial reaction isn’t good. Letting them know that I never listened to or read a single word made them relax a bit. When I explained that I never actually took advantage of it and was only ever to be informed if there was some kind of danger, they accepted it. The slaves were grateful. It is physical proof that their master still loves them and is the reason they still have their sister. In the end, the girls agree to keep wearing their anklets.

I am sad to hear that the slaves are too scared to continue their online dom/sub relations. They have a need and it is going unfilled.

Stress burns a lot of calories, so we have an early supper. I ensure the girls organize a rotation of visitors, so Aurora always has one of her sisters with her. I pay for a private room and have a cot moved in so one of her sisters can sleep there each night. It is against hospital rules to have visitors spend the night, but a sufficient donation is enough to make them bend the rules for us.

With everything settled, I fly home. I get to Sylvie’s just as she is finishing her supper. She gives me a big hug as soon as she opened the door. She knows I had a stressful and draining day and is there to support me in any way she can. Her roommates have left her to go to their girl’s night, so we have time and the place to ourselves.

She wants to cuddle on the couch, but I insist we sit at the dining table, so we can talk.

“Aurora got into this mess because I failed her.”

“You can’t blame yourself. You didn’t know, and it was her choice to make.”

“It wasn’t her choice. It was supposed to be mine. She was turned into a slave and stripped of her ability to make decisions. When you live as a slave for long enough, you lose the confidence to rationally make choices especially important ones. I am her master and am supposed to guide her through her troubles. I haven’t been doing that.”

Sylvie understands that she knows nothing of the life and how it affects people, so she takes me at my word. She also sees how upset I am that I failed my slave even if Aurora isn’t really a slave.

“Aren’t there people that can help with that?”

“If you rescue a slave soon enough or young enough, then yes, they can be helped. Aurora has been free now for ten plus years. If she hasn’t recovered by now, she never will.”

“Isn’t there someplace she can go for the kind of help she needs or isn’t there somebody else that can take care of her?”

“There are places, but is it fair to lock her up like she is in prison? Hasn’t she been through enough? It isn’t right to pawn her off on somebody else. There needs to be a bond. I am the one that rescued her. She will likely never bond with anybody like she has with me. I am her protector and saviour. Even more so now. I couldn’t just let her go to just anybody.”

I’m not sure if Sylvie is saddened by the fact that I hurt and have no way out or if she is realizing there will always be other women in my life.

“You can now see why it is so difficult for me to leave that life behind. It will follow me everywhere for the rest of my life. It isn’t fair to you.”

“Don’t give me that shit. I knew there were some things I would have to live with when I agreed to see where our relationship goes.”

“There is more. I’m going to move the girls to Calgary. I need to be closer to them to give them what they need. If you still want me, it means some of the time I am spending with you will have to go to them. I will try to make it so that all the time I can is taken from my side projects and not you, but things happen.”

She visibly swallows hard and is holding back a tear.

“I may not understand, but I can see that needs to happen. I don’t want to lose you and will do what I can to keep you.”

I am teary-eyed and say, “I don’t deserve you.” Sylvie is just a kid, and she has me wrapped around her finger.

We don’t do much more talking. A few minutes later, we are cuddling on the couch. The TV is on, but neither of us even know what is on. We both have a lot to process. We just sit there in each other’s arms until her roommates come home. They come in the apartment all cheery but quieten up when they see our sombre mood. I greet them, then tell Sylvie, “I have given you a lot to think about and have suddenly dumped a lot on your plate. I know you say you still want to be with me, but think about it and talk to your roommates. Use them as a sounding board. I should go. Just remember whatever you decide, I am grateful for the time we have had. Just please call me tomorrow and let me know your thoughts. If you want, I will phone in and get you the day off.