Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 09

"You know the law," Rales glared at him. "Only those who are willing..."

"Unless they're known criminals," Handler corrected him with an upraised finger. "She's wasteland trash who was in the presence of a well-known criminal organization out west. We were lucky to get her from our contacts." he said. Christina glared at him. This guy obviously had a good racket going on with the Crusaders and knew how to find the loopholes in the law to do what he did. "Look," Handler was saying, "are you going to buy her or not because I got five others on the waiting list to call after you. You're just the first because you have made generous donations to our cause before and two hundred fifty thousand Union Credits for a breeder of this age with at least two decades ahead of her is a steal.

Christina's eyes shot up as that told her where she was at. She was back in what was left of the United States, according to what Dave had told her, as they used that form of currency. If one cred equaled one dollar, she was being sold to someone who was really loaded. She also saw his reluctance in buying her as he wasn't sure if she were legal to buy or not. Quickly figuring which way the wind blew here and knowing that her best chances lay with Mr. Rales as opposed to someone else who wouldn't be as nice, Christina dropped down to her knees in front of him. Since her hands were cuffed in front of her, she quickly undid his pants and pulled out his hard cock before he could say anything. He was a good size and was already erect. "Please buy me, Master," she said in a sweet voice while looking up at him submissively. "I promise that I'll be a good little slave for you," she added before taking him into her mouth and sucking hard on his manhood.

"OOooohhhhh..." Rales moaned as Christina's mouth worked on his cock, her head bobbing back and forth right at his crotch as she stayed down on her knees. "Okay... sold..." he told Handler.

"Excellent," Handler said with glee. "I'll go draw up the paperwork as you, uhm, finish up here. Will you want a Venus Implant put into her?"

"No, I don't think that'll be necessary," Rales waved him off and then placed his hand on the back of Christina's head to actively face fuck her. She took it in stride and sucked him off as hard as she could. He let out a low groan and came down the back of her throat. Christina jammed her lips all the way down to the base of his cock, looked up at him with her big green eyes and started swallowing in time to his cock spurting forth his seed. Rales looked down at her, hand still on the back of her head, and moaned deeply as his cock continued to shoot his seed down her gullet. She then expertly licked him clean, making sure that she didn't lose a drop.

Her new master looked down at her. "Yeah, don't need the implant. That was well worth the money for that blowjob alone..." he croaked out as he recovered from his orgasm. "Stand up and follow me. It's time to go home."

"Yes, Master," Christina said as she rose to her feet and followed him like the dutiful slave that she'd be for him until such an opportunity presented itself for her to leave and carry on her own life.

Move on to Tomorrow... she thought to herself.

*

Her new home was an sprawling, two story estate in the suburbs of Arlington, Virginia. Walking out to the limo, Christina got only the briefest of looks at the Capitol Building and the Washington Monument before she was on her knees in the back, giving Rales another world class blowjob. When she got out, they were pulling into a courtyard drive way in between two catty-cornered garages that were large enough for two vehicles each. They went into the estate via a small side porch nestled in between the two garages. There was a small staff staircase immediately to her right as she entered alongside a hallway. "That leads to the Laundry and a small back porch with access to the back yard," Rales explained as they walked in.

He led her down the perpendicular hallway that went off to the left, past a small bathroom and a butler's coat closet. "Dining room is in here to the left, Kitchen across the hall to the right," Rales pointed out as they went past the open archways to both and out into the great room in the center of the mansion that was the full two stories in height along with the open kitchen and breakfast nook. "The terrace is out there where I'll entertain guests at during parties. Rooms up the stairs are for guests staying over," he noted the staircase by the open foyer and main entrance to the left as well as pointing up to the overlook balcony that led to the four additional bedrooms upstairs. "This way..." he said, taking her into the foyer and into a small hallway where there were entrances to the master bedroom, den, and what he called the slave's bedroom.

"You have your own bathroom attached to your bedroom here. There is a secret panel here," he showed her, "that attaches to my master bedroom. You'll utilize this to come and go out of my room whenever I have girlfriends over for the evening and you need to be nondescript," he explained. Then he showed her his areas. The master bedroom, sitting room, terrace, Master bath , and walk in closet was a bit of a maze that took up the enter southern wing, complete with its own private staircase that went up to the second floor and down to the basement where the exercise, game, bar, and 'rec' rooms were at. "You are going to be my personal maid, cook, and assistant," he told her. "You'll be up before I am to get breakfast going, serving it in the nook. If I have no other need of you in the morning, you'll wait until I leave to have your own meal and to clean the manor. I don't care how you do it, just so long as it's spotless. Be sure to use the exercise room downstairs at least twice a day. I want you to remain as tight and firm as you are now. I'll be in and out during the day during business, just stay out of my way unless I call for you. I want dinner on the table in the dining room at six on the dot. We'll eat, relax, possibly play a bit, and then shower together where I'll then take you to my bed. Once I fall asleep, you're back in your room... provided I don't keep you overnight. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," Christina said, keeping her head down in deference. It was a lot to take in at once, but she felt that she'd be up to the task.

"Don't worry about when I have parties. I hire out a full catering staff to do that," he told her, leading her back to the master bedroom where his four-poster bed was in the center underneath the high, stepped ceiling. "On those nights you get a break and will just be tethered to me by leash and collar as I entertain my guests." He looked at her. Any questions? I don't mind you asking so long as you're respectful and call me Master."

"How old are you, Master?" Christina had been wondering.

He smirked. "I'm twenty-five," he said. "Shocked that I'm this young and wealthy?" He asked her. She nodded. "Mother and Father insisted that I get out on my own and make my own way. I'd been investing my allowance since I was ten and had acquired my own wealth by the time I was eighteen. My family business is in technology and I've branched the business out into the healthcare and longevity industries and it has been quite lucrative." He sighed as he started getting out of his blazer jacket, to which Christina got to work by helping him out of his clothes and laying them out to the side.

"What are your intentions with me, Master?" Christina asked him. "It's my understanding, Master, that slaves are intended for breeding?"

"You're my backup plan," Rales admitted. "In the event I find a girl that I want to be my wife and she turns out to be barren, I'll breed you to carry my heir. If I get an heir through my marriage, so much the better and I'll breed you out to those who want kids. In the meantime, you'll stay on a RadRoot supplement to avoid pregnancy and to keep your periods at bay until such a time as I'm ready for you to breed." He gave her a grin. "I would like to enjoy you first as a bachelor before little ones go running around. At that point you'll be their nanny on top of your other duties."

"Yes, Master," Christina acknowledged while in her head she was screaming against the prospect of having children again. Painful memories of her own sons shouting at her and degrading her while their father goaded them on surfaced. She banished them back down with closed eyes, bowed head, deep breaths and her mantra.

Rales eyed her. "You don't want kids?" he asked with an arched eyebrow. "Look at me and answer," he told her, lifting her chin up when she refused to meet his gaze.

"No... Master..." she whispered, barely bringing her eyes up to meet his as she finished getting his shirt undone to get a look at his six-pack abs underneath. "I was happy out on my own... Master... doing what I did."

"Well... your life is better off now as you're not going to want for anything with me," Rales said in a tone that suggested that the matter was now closed. "Whatever life you had before is now over." Now that he was out of his clothes, he beckoned for her. "Come."

Instead getting straight into bed, he positioned her at the foot, taking her leather cuffs and attaching them to subtlety placed D-rings above her head on the posts. "We might as well get this out of the way while we're establishing ground rules and everything," he said casually. "Normally I'll only punish you if you've done something to displease me and it won't be in a way that you'll like. Other times, I'll punish you just because I want to, but it will be in a way that you'll like," he told her, then taking her ankle cuffs and attaching them to the foot of the bed with her legs spread.

Since he was now behind her, talking, Christina rolled her eyes and figured that he must've read some kind of trash from her time akin to 50 Shades of Grey. She saw that he'd picked up a flogger and was swishing it in the air. Here's hoping he's better than Christian Grey... she thought. There was a swish and she felt the straps of leather tear across her ass. She reeled forward in her bonds, yelped, and then moaned. Her pussy went slick as arousal enveloped her body. She barely heard the order for her to thank him after each swat, so she cooed out a submissive "Thank you, Master."

The next swat came up from underneath of her, catching her over her ass crack, her pussy, and licking up to her mound. She squealed and jerked upwards as much as she could but then settled back down and moaned as the fire pooled in her loins and emanated outwards. "Thank you, Master," she breathed. As it turned out, he was quite adept in spanking her on her ass, pussy, and breasts. She dutifully thanked him after every swat just how he wanted to hear. When he was hard again, he put the flogger aside and grabbed some nipple clamps that were two magnets held together inside of a metal ring. He put these onto the tips of her breasts as she whimpered and whined as her nipples were painfully pinched by the clamps. Then he sidled up behind her.

Oh yes... please fuck me... she was silently begging him. After being teased and denied the entire car trip in the trunk, and then that damn examination, she was hot and bothered, ready to be fucked properly. He didn't disappoint as he hunched down just low enough to drive his cock up into her. "OOOOOHHHHHH!" Christina moaned loudly as she was penetrated hard and fast. "Ooohhhhh..." she then groaned as her pussy accommodated his manhood. "Thank you, Master..."

His hands came around to cup her breasts as his head nuzzled next to hers. "Yes... be sure that you keep up with your exercising... I want to keep you this tight and this fine..." he whispered into her ear.

"Yes... Master..." she breathed as he started to fuck her while playing with her breasts. Since she was so worked up, her orgasm hit her only after a few thrusts. Her body shook violently as she came, and she stopped caring about whatever petty thing that her Master expected of her from here on out. All she did was live in the moment of her climax, her pussy gripping and releasing his hard cock. He started spanking her with his hand, admonishing her for coming too early but she was too out of it to care. Instead she lost herself into the blissful pleasure of her orgasm, eventually going limp in her bonds while he continued to fuck her and cum up inside of her pussy.

Rales left her hanging there for the night, content to crawl under his covers and go to sleep in full view of her nude body up on display just for him. Christina settled into a fitful sleep despite hanging spread eagled while upright, waking up in the middle of the night whenever he got the urge for a midnight quickie.

***

CHAPTER 92: Settling In.

Christina quickly developed a routine per Liam Rales' instructions to her. Over the first few days of being purchased, she'd discovered his first name on some papers in the den. She also discovered that she'd pretty much became an ad hoc mother-slash-maid for him with satisfying his kinks and desires on the side. Not that he was lazy or anything, far from it. From what she saw, he worked very hard and was very good at what he did. He just needed someone to take care of the house like his mother had done while he was growing up and what a slew of maids had done up until this point. "Maids are expensive over time as I have to pay them fair wages," he'd told her one day. "You, on the other hand, are far cheaper and I can recoup my losses with you one day."

She was up at the crack of dawn, grabbing the morning paper delivery, fixing breakfast for him, and getting it all on the table just as he was trudging into the breakfast nook. Then it was back to the master suite with him to get him dressed and prepped for work where she dutifully followed behind him should he need anything. The first couple of days he took her bent over the bed before getting cleaned up and dressed. Once he was out the door, she had her breakfast, cleaned the kitchen, then cleaned up the south wing. By the time she was done straightening things up and getting laundry going, she did her morning workout downstairs in the gym. Upstairs for lunch, then it was cleaning and upkeep on the north wing, that was hardly ever used. midafternoon was laps in the geo-thermal heated Olympic sized pool out back, before getting cleaned up and finishing laundry. Then it was dinner prep with food on the table for them both.

His manner of playing after dinner ran from skinny dipping in the pool out back, relaxing in the hot tub, playing games in the game room, taking in a movie on his widescreen in his personal theatre downstairs, or even having sexual escapades in his 'rec' room that was actually a sex dungeon. She was under orders to keep the rec room cleaned, but not to utilize it on her own too much. He wanted her familiar with all of the toys inside in the event he used her for guest entertainment. Thus far he'd kept use of the room with them both to tying her up and spanking her, but this night, a full week after he'd purchased her, he was dragging out a sybian with two wicked looking ribbed dildos on it. "I want to see what all you can take," he told her as he put a ball gag into her mouth.

Christina was made to straddle the machine with both dildos up inside of her. Just the double penetration and the ridge resting against her clit nearly got her off. Liam then tied her down by her ankles and knees so that she couldn't get off of it and then bound her wrists behind her back. Then, with a cruel smile, he turned it on and jacked the thing up as high as it could go. Christina screamed as the intense vibrating shot up into her loins before she was ready for it. It was a good thing that she was tied to the thing otherwise she would've shot off of it, straight up into orbit. God... he really needs a proper lesson at doing BDSM... she ruefully thought in the back of her mind. He needs to work me into this, not go full blast right outta the fucking gate...

As she was screaming her head off behind her gag and jerking around impotently from the intense vibrating between her legs, Liam came up and attached those magnetic nipple rings to her breasts. As if I didn't need anything else to sexually stimulate me... asshole... she thought as she tried to keep as still as possible as he latched them onto her nipples. Even with her chest heaving as she tried not to jerk around, he still managed to do it. After he got the last one on, she arched back and let out a deep groan as he body shook when the first orgasm overtook her.

Her belly and abdomen continued to spasm after the first climax died down as the relentless buzzing continued. She soon became oversensitive and that shot her right into her second orgasm. Again, her body jerked and quivered as she came. Off to the side, Liam was stroking himself as he watched her get off again and again. Sometime around orgasm number four, he took the ball gag out of her mouth to shove his cock in as she'd stopped screaming by that point and was just mind-numb. She was drooling as her eyes went glassy and distant as one orgasm just bled into another one. Christina became nothing more than a fuckdoll for him, not even registering his presence after a while. He would come up, fuck her face, get off, and then sit back and get hard again while he watched her.

At some point in the night, she just simply passed out, having her mind blown from the multiple, continuous orgasms from the sybian. She'd since lost count how many times she'd gotten off.

*

A month later, Liam had come in to the manor shortly after lunch when she was putting the dishes away in the kitchen after they were done in the washing machine. "We're having a guest over tonight; so, I want you to eat on your own early," he told her. "It will be dinner for two for me and a girl that I'm interested in. You'll be serving us."

"Yes, Master," Christina acknowledged as she mentally rearranged her afternoon schedule to accommodate this change. She then noticed that he was still hanging in the archway, looking her over. "Does Master need something else?" she asked him.

"Well, now that you mention it," he said with a smile. "Bend over the counter."

Mentally sighing to herself, Christina did as she was told. She heard him unzip his fly and a moment later, he was driving his cock up inside of her. Christina grunted as she was penetrated hard and fast. She placed her hands on the counter above her head for support, resting her head on her forearms, as Liam plowed her from behind. His hands snaked underneath of her and she lifted up far enough so that he could get at her breasts. Liam kneaded and squeezed them as he fucked her hard and fast, their bodies slapping together being the only sound echoing in the room.

"Ungh..." Liam grunted as he came suddenly inside of her. His cock throbbed as it spurt his seed into her. Christina grunted as well, instinctually clamping down onto his shaft as it pumped and pulsated with his climax. "Mmm... good girl..." he patted her on the ass as he pulled out and walked away.

"Thank you, Master," she dutifully replied, straightening up and grabbing a towel to clean herself off with. Then she continued on with her chores.

That night, a redheaded girl younger than she was came through the doors on his arm. Christina kept an impassive face as the redhead giggled and laughed at Liam's every word. Gold Digger... she immediately concluded.

The short, petite redhead looked at her as Liam led her into the dining room where dinner waited for them. "Who's that?" she asked, nodding to Christina.

"That's Christina, my slave," Liam commented. "Christina, this is Lily, you're to give her all the respect that you give me."