Collection 4: Master of the World

"Yes, Master," the Senator said, his eyes wide with fear and pointed down at the ground (or the girl's ass, it was hard to tell).

"This country... I've heard of it. Isn't the oil cheap because of the forced labor camps?"

"Yes, sir," the Senator said softly.

"And did your plan do anything to address those?"

"No, sir," the Senator said.

Master said back in the chair, releasing the girl's hair as he did. The girl maintained the rhythm he had set, taking the dick deep in her mouth with each plunge.

"Brandi?" Master called. Brandi immediately stepped forward. The Senator looked at her, first at her face then immediately down to her bare chest. It was a common pattern.

"Is this country in our influence?"

"Yes, Master," Brandi said. "We have been broadcasting on their TV and radio stations for at least three months now."

"Good," Master said. "All the leaders who approved of the labor camps will step down. They'll give their entire fortunes to the country's coffers. Anyone who spoke out against this government will be released from prison and put in charge in place of the corrupt officials. Once this has been accomplished, other countries will purchase their oil exports at prices higher than valued, to stimulate their economy."

Master turned back to the Senator.

"Now what do I do with you?"

The Senator's fear grew more visible on his face.

"Mercy, my King," he said softly. "I beg you."

Master said thoughtfully, "I could just have you quick and give all your money away. But I'm worried that someone else will just take your place and I don't want to have to go through this again and again." He thought for a moment, absently stroking the curly black hair bobbing at his crotch as he did so. "I think what we'll do is just change your priorities. You came here hoping to profit the few at the expense of the many. But I am giving you orders now to use your position to protect the common man. I am King of the whole world, not just the few. And I charge you to go out and make decisions that greatest benefit the most people. Not just in this country, but everywhere."

"Yes, my King," the Senator nodded vigorously.

"Go on. Get out of here," Master said with a dismissive hand wave. The Senator rushed towards the door, but Master called out after him, "Oh! Senator. When you encounter resistance, tell them you're under my orders. If anyone doesn't like it, they are welcome to come here and discuss it with me as well."

"Yes King," the Senator said before leaving the room.

Master sat back happily on his chair, taking hold of the black curly hair again and picking up a face, aggressive pace.

"Is there anything else you would like me to do for this, Master?" Brandi asked, standing at attention beside the King.

"No, my Queen, that will be all," Master said. As Brandi left the room, she heard the gurgling noises of a face-fucked whore swallowing all she could as quickly as she could while her face was still being abused. Brandi loved that sound, because her Master loved it.

Master threw a Christmas party—a lavish, loud, four-day bash. Strippers emerged from presents, sluts were tied to giant candy canes with tight ribbon to be bondage-fucked (it was Brandi's idea to add bows on top of their head), and Master and his friends fucked repeatedly. They were getting good at getting off multiple times per day while still drinking excessively.

Brandi had purchased, on Master's behalf of course, very expensive, lavish gifts for his friends. Most of their regular fucktoys had presented great ideas for what they might like. New cars, impressive computers, massive televisions... there was nothing Master couldn't give and he enjoyed watching them light up as they opened presents. Brandi was always amazed by how much Master loved his friends. Would any other King share his spoils so freely? His friends complained that there was nothing they could give Master, but he shrugged it off and told him in good humor to "stuff your complaints in a whore's throat and get over it".

Of course, Christmas was followed by New Year's and another party ensued. More alcohol, more fucking, more fun. Nobody partied like the King of the World.

As the New Year progressed, the news was consistently reporting amazing changes. Regimes topped—even those not explicitly destroyed by Master. Poverty and hunger were being eradicated as the richest billionaires in the world spent their excessive fortunes and toned business acumen developing and funding solutions to the world's problems. There was no war anywhere on the planet. Crime in every country was at its lowest ever. Master had given a few commands and showed the world that those who did things that displeased him would be broken down. Fear of retaliation and respect for the King had done what his explicit orders had not.

The news and the world might have been surprised, but Brandi was not. She had enjoyed the peace of subservience for years. With the whole world now subservient to Master, it was only natural that it mold itself to his desires.

As for Master's collection, it had grown large enough that Brandi was able to keep all of his US-based palaces stocked. He could visit without needing to bring along his own entertainment. He often was in moods for different parts of the country.

In January, Master and his friends went to a Colorado palace high in the mountains and had a ski weekend. The bitches there were thrilled for the visit and were happy to keep their visitors warm when they weren't on the slopes.

Later that month, when the cold got too much for them, Master and his friends went back to Hawaii. Master learned to surf and the girls' grass miniskirts were the only thing they wore all weekend. The guys had a competition to see how many lays they could acquire from the sluts—one per orgasm. More than one complained about a sore dick on the flight back home, but the stewardesses were happy to treat them to gentle, tender blowjobs to kiss them better.

Master and his friends spent a week in Las Vegas. They lost a fortune at casinos, but Master's coffers were never dry anymore and there was plenty to make it rain at the strip clubs. Of course, the girls would have danced and grinded (and done anything else requested) on Master and his friends for free, but Master ordered them to take the money. He said it was a part of the experience.

Master and his friends personally sampled the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders from a private box during the Superbowl. After the abuse their throats took, it would be a while before they could cheer again.

Master treated his friends to another Hollywood bang-bash, where they could choose whatever celebrity they wanted. As they had their fun with familiar faces, Master fucked Brandi's pussy, kissing her passionately and squeezing her tits as he pounded her. Then he rolled onto his back and watched her ride him, her perfect body rocking and rolling on his cock like a well-oiled machine.

The Royal Party—as the news came to calling the group of horny twenty-somethings that happened to include the King of the World—attended theaters on Broadway, museums across the country, college parties at some of the biggest schools, sports events of every kind, and did it all while showering a parade of bitches with their cum.

At some point through the trip, Master realized how many of his whores were simply sitting in homes waiting to fuck. He told Brandi that if any of them wanted to leave, they could. He had plenty and could always get more if he wanted. Brandi relayed the message to the whores at every palace, but—as Brandi expected—no one took him up on it. They wanted to stay fuckable in Master's various homes, just on the odd chance that Master would come and fuck them.

Master put forward a different plan instead. He had a small camera empire that had funded his bank accounts at one point. Now, he didn't need the money, but he still liked the idea. All of his homes had a high-tech building added to them with dozens of cam rooms. Whores took shifts performing. No request was denied and no girl was anything but stunning. No man was charged. Anyone could log on and request depraved acts from bitches from the King's personal harem.

Whenever a viewer thanked the girls, they would simply smile warmly at the camera and say, "Be thankful to Master. I'm on loan to you from His collection." Master didn't need to pander for approval, of course. He had claimed the world. But he liked to do things for the people and he didn't mind their genuine gratefulness.

As Spring Break approached, Master decided to celebrate with bitches from across the nation. Through Brandi, he ordered hundreds of schools to elect their hottest whore to present before Master. Contests were held and the best were selected. They flew to Puerto Rico and boarded a massive cruise ship that Brandi had acquired. Skimpy, matching bikinis were issued to each girl.

When Master and his friends boarded, a boat full of the hottest sluts that the United States had to offer greeted them warmly. They took a long tour around the Caribbean, partying as they went. On Master's orders, the girls were given extra programming: "This is your chance to earn Master's affection. If he or his friends like you, Master will add you to his collection. You want that more than anything in the world." While Master and his friends could always tell a whore to suck them off, they had never before been met with such a wave of bitches literally begging for the honor of dick in their mouth, pussy, or ass. The men got in the habit of pushing away girls if there were too many, like furniture in the way. But when the men relented and let the girls suck them, it was some of the best sexual performances they had experienced. They were gorgeous sluts desperately trying with every ounce of their strength and suction ability to make a man happy. It was a great idea, everyone agreed.

Perhaps the most memorable part was when Master took a bitch onto the upper deck, an elevated platform above the deck where most of his friends were being sucked off. He ripped the bitch's bikini off, bent her over the rail, and started fucking her pussy from behind. He pulled her hair back hard, so her face was pointed toward the sky and her tits down at the deck.

"Tell these guys what you are," Master, fairly drunk at this point, ordered.

"I'm a happy little fucktoy," the slut squealed, her voice quivered with each thrust of Master's dick. "I'm a worthless bitch. I'm a cumdumpster who wants to swallow every drop of treat that you give her. Break me in half! Abuse me! Wreck me! Devastate me! I want it all! I'm begging you! Please disgrace me like the worthless, filthy whore I am!" She continued as the men cheered, most of them with a hot bitch sucking them off or riding their dick. When Master got bored of this, he pulled out and let go of the bitch's hair.

"More please, Master!" the slut said, immediately dropping to her knees. "Fuck my face. It's a pretty face and it would look so good with your glorious dick in my mouth." Master, always one to appreciate good dirty talk and a good, rough blowjob, obliged her. He fucked her mouth hard, occasionally pulling out so he could slap her face or tits. As he struck her, the bitch would say, "Yes sir, I'm a bad bitch. Punish me more." He came in her mouth and she swallowed, thanking him vigorously for allowing her to pleasure him. He ordered her to get him another beer.

As she hurried away, Master walked close to Brandi and said, "She's fun. Remember her for me. We might want to take her back with us."

"Yes Master," Brandi said as the bitch hurried back up the deck with a beer for her Master.

After a week, the cruise ended and Master told Brandi to program a "sense of accomplishment and satisfaction" in each of the girls, as they had all performed admirably. He took a few favorites with him, including the girl he had fucked on the upper deck. The others went back to school and told of the week of depraved debauchery in blissful, nostalgic tones.

After the cruise, Master took a break from travel. He also concentrated on a few of his longest-serving bitches. Brandi got fucked more in that next month than any time other than when it was only her serving Master. He often enjoyed sitting on a lounge chair in the courtyard with Brandi on his lap. She rode his dick her pussy, displaying her tits proudly for him as she bounced. Sometimes—often times, in fact—Master would order her to desire an orgasm and they would come together, their cries of delight echoing off the courtyard walls as they came. Master also invited her into bed with him frequently, not just for sex. He said he enjoyed sleeping with his wife. Sometimes he held her, but more often they just slept next to each other. Brandi would still wake him up with her well-trained mouth.

Master was feeling nostalgic, Brandi knew. He didn't seem discontent, or else Brandi would have been alarmed. One morning, after Brandi had swallowed, but before Master was ready to get out of bed, he confided in her, "I've done almost all of it that I wanted to do. It's a lot of fun. It's all great. But I own the world now. This will be the rest of my life and that's great. But for some reason, it does make me appreciate you more. I've fucked bitches on every continent except Antartica..."

"I can make that happen," Brandi chimed in softly, and Master smiled.

"...but you're still my favorite. Your pussy, your mouth, your... well... I confess that I enjoy fucking Natalie's ass a bit more, but you've got two out of three." Brandi smiled warmly at her Master. His preferences were well known and Brandi didn't care—she only thought of her Master's pleasure. "But I think that more than just your fucking or your tits... it's your devotion. I trust you completely. And if you wanted anything in the world, I would give it to you. I love you, my little fucktoy." He caressed her cheek warmly and Brandi nestled up closer to him. She knew he could feel her tits against him. Even though he had just gotten off in her mouth, she knew this would stir him.

"I just want to continue serving you," Brandi said. "Did I ever tell you how it felt when you sent me away?"

"Hmmm?" Master frowned. "I don't think so." Back when his agenda had been primarily punishing his exes, Master had claimed and fucked Brandi. After he wasn't as angry anymore, he had sent Brandi back to her life for a year or so. Later, he had reclaimed her and starting building the empire that eventually claimed the whole world.

"I was going about my day, but I knew something was missing," Brandi said. "I was so bored, so empty. I felt like I used to have a singular purpose, but it wasn't there anymore. Once you claimed me again... I got my purpose back." She slipped her hand down his body and found his cock. It was getting hard again. She stroked it slowly.

"Sometimes I worry that you feel guilty about claiming bitches," Brandi said softly. "I know you have a good heart. And I know that you care about people. But that doesn't have to be in place of owning a collection of whores to fuck." With every sentence, her hand's pace quickened just slightly. "You like to punish. You like to devastate. You like to own a slut. These are just kinks. At every point, as you claim and punish and conquest, you also tell the slut to enjoy it. That's why you're good inside." She was stroking fast and his dick was hard. She sat up slightly so he could see her tits better. "You have the power to do whatever on Earth you wanted. You took it slowly, hesitantly, for fear of hurting people. But you tell me that any other man of Earth would have not claimed a harem. All of them would have fucked every bitch they wanted and satisfied their every desire. If they say they wouldn't, they lie. That doesn't make you bad. That makes you a man.

"What makes you a good man is that while pursuing your fantasies, you wanted the girls that performed them to enjoy them. To enjoy their lives. To be happy. And they are happy. I am happy."

Master was getting closer. Brandi leaned in close, her nipples brushing on Master's chest. "I am proof that you are a good man. A good King. A good Master. If you were bad, I would not have swallowed any less of your cum, been fucked in any less degrading ways, or done any less to serve you. If you were bad, I would still be your whore.

"But you're a good person. And because of that, I am so proud to be your whore. I am so happy with my life sucking you off and bringing you a parade of bitches to fuck. My life is one of joy. My servitude is one of joy." He was grunting, the same way he always did just before he got off. She looked in his eyes, knowing how sexy she looked on display for him as she jerked him off.

"My Master, from the bottom of my heart, with every ounce of my being, and with no resolution, I tell you that I am so incredibly happy to be your fucktoy. In total, absolute truth, I tell you there is nothing else I ever want in this world. You have made me whole. As your whore, I am complete." He let out a final grunt and began cumming. He was laying on his back and it landed on his belly. Brandi didn't stop until he had gotten all of it out. There wasn't much—the rest had already gone down her throat. When he was finished, Brandi made a show of licking up the cum off of him and swallowing each strand independently.

She leaned back close to his ear and whispered, "You should never be sorry. Ever. This world has a good King. Your bitches have a good life. I have a good Master." She kissed his neck, his chest, his belly, and worked her way down to his dick. It was soft now, but she cherished it no less. She took it her mouth, sucking softly. It still tasted like his cum.

Then, Brandi stood, presenting her nude body before him at the foot of his bed. "Should I have breakfast sent up to you?"

"No," Master shook his head, admiring her. "I'll come down after my shower."

"Yes Master," Brandi smiled. She turned and started towards the door.

"Brandi?" Master called. She turned back and faced him. "I love you, bitch," he said softly.

"I love you too, Master," Brandi smiled.

Master put together councils. He ordered Brandi to find the smartest people on certain issues and to summon them all together. Economics, government, different sciences, different art worlds... he covered a wide variety. He saw each group a week at a time, hosting them in his palace. He gave each one the same speech:

"I've gathered you here so we can solve problems," Master said. "You are the smartest people in your field. I believe that you can mutually identify the biggest problems in your field and find solutions for them. I order you, as King, to put aside selfish interest and work towards the solution that benefits the most people. We are looking for the morally correct decision. You will present the problems and recommendations to me, as well as any side effects of these solutions. I will determine the best route to take. Get to work."

Each committee was hosted in the palace. For the men or lesbians on the council, Master's collection was available to help relieve their stress. For the women or gay men, they put in a request and someone ran out to retrieve what they wanted. At the end of each week, Master's councils presented to the King the most pressing issues in their fields and recommendations for moral solutions. Master asked informed questions—Brandi suspected he had been doing research through the week—and often adopted the recommended solution. He asked his council to assemble written edicts so nothing would be lost in translation, then read them aloud to the press. These were distributed widely across the world.

A council would be dismissed on Saturday with the King's thanks. A new one would assemble on Sunday with the King's orders. Not every problem could be addressed, but Master made a point of saying it would be a repeating process. He told Brandi that he was smart enough to become King, but he was also smart enough to know that didn't mean he was always right. He wanted a better world and that meant taking advice.