Forger let out a soft and inaudible sigh. “Times that by three and we have a deal, how does that sound?” he said in a casual tone in to his phone. His back was resting against the wall and he was in a small dimly lit room. A few flaming torches would reveal a computer on a desk along with the other necessities, a phone, filing cabinet, pens, guns and of course a goblet of blood.
    “Then I shall see you in a few hours, a pleasure”. With those words spoken he put the phone down and marked something in to his notebook. “So number 375 is going off tonight then, good. I can move it up top later on… now… let’s see.” He flicked through a few pages, these were obviously his records. “Ah… so that should already of arrived… I’m sure Neme can take care of it… so… number 382…yes I think we’ll give her some time with the new stock… we can throw Drelya in too. Yes… that would be best”. With that the hunter stood cracking his neck heavily as he always. He reached the door and quickly exited the room. It was no time at all before he reached his destination… from outside, his shop looked just like a small run down old building, very inconspicuous. However, on the inside it was obviously up to date and very well built, it was a bunker that spread out as a labyrinth underground.
    
    He smirked as he stood out side of the old wooden door, it may have been a high tech bunker but… it didn’t always look like one. He could hear the high pitched moans and groans of a woman. Her voice was raised and yelled “Come on you slut fuck me! Yes keep going or you’ll definitely regret it!” With that said Forger reached for the handle and gently pushed the door open. His smirk grew further as he saw what was causing the noise. An average young looking male was on his back, his hands tied behind him. His chest was bleeding a fair amount from several large scratch marks. Around his neck was a collar attached to a chain. The chain lead to the mouth of a fair skinned woman. She, like the male, was completely naked, however, she had a collar on still. Her legs were apart and she was straddling the man. It was obvious he was erect and she was riding him for all he was worth. On her chest, just above the left breast she had Forger’s mark. Her eyes were purple as well as her long hair. It was tied in to two pony tails that hung behind her head. Her body was beautiful, her breasts a perfect size and shape, her skin fair and light, the only thing some would say affected her good looks were the several scars on her body. They were both on the bed along with two other young men. These, of course, had their hands tied behind their back, no clothes on minus the collars. They had ring gags and blind folds on, unlike the man being fucked. They also were bleeding a fair amount and this only seemed to turn on the woman, she was deliberately covered in their blood. Her hands firmly grasped the shafts of her captives and slid along them while she had her fun. At first she didn’t notice Forger enter the room and carried on bouncing up and down. As she moaned she tilted her head back… that was when she saw him. She jumped and quickly dived away from her bound sex slaves, landing roughly on her knees in front of Forger. “Forgive me master!” she yelled quickly. She moved her head forward quickly and began to kiss Forger’s boot. She also was one of the privileged slaves he owned, although, not as much as Nemesis. She knew how to act and she kept her mouth against his boot, now bringing his tongue in to the equation.
    “When you have finished here… and I hope it won’t be long… head to the cell holding 382.” She nodded fully understanding, to meet that Forger’s hand reached down to pat her head twice, she replied with a gentle purr. He then turned and left, leaving the room and closing the door in a matter of seconds.
    
    The purple haired girl, Drelya, quickly turned back to her bed. She leapt back on to the cock of her previous fuck buddy and resumed where she left off. Her hands reached out to grab the two penis’s next to the bed and once more she glided along them, this time much faster. “We need to hurry! I have work to dooooo!” she didn’t have much time screaming and moaning before she could tell the two either side of her were close. She aimed their shafts down as they came, she squealed “No mess on me!” and with that they came. Due to the change in direction their thick white semen instead spurted in the direction of her fuck buddies face. That’s exactly where it hit, the centre of his face. She then quickly slid off of his body and grabbed the youngest looking male. She moved his head quickly and with great force. She rammed his head towards the crotch of the boy that hadn’t came. Of course, due to the ring gag the cock went right in to his mouth. After just a few seconds of Drelya forcing his head up and down his mouth was filled with that same thick semen, the sound of choking echoed through the room. Drelya stood up and began giggling. “You all told me you were straight and hated other guys earlier! Hehehe, It looks like I just changed that, you’re all my bitches”. With that said she skipped to the corner of the room to her discarded clothing. A tight purple latex bra and thong set, complete with matching purple boots and gloves. “You stay here so we can all fuck again when I get back hehe!” Those were the last words said before she left the room and locked it.
    
    
     Drelya quickly reached her target, the prison cell on 382, she’d been with them a week now, she didn’t offer much resistance so her training wasn’t far off complete. As the beautiful purple woman entered the room she let out an almost silent squeal of happiness… 382 was tied against the wall… well in fact chained, by her neck, ankles and wrists. She was completely naked and had several freshly healed cuts amongst her. She was also clad in a blindfold, just below that a gag was in her mouth, a ball gag this time. Drelya held her right hand out and it began to glow purple, then, in her hand was a long black whip, conjured from thin air. “Time to scream!” she yelled as the whip was lashed out forward. 382 gave out a loud yell and began to writhe. The yell of course was muffled by her gag but still audible. Again and again the whip lashed out, aiming at her breasts, stomach and legs. It only took three of these to turn Drelya on. Her free hand slipped carelessly in to her purple latex thongs. Unlike Forger and Nemesis she did this work because she loved it and it turned her on, she actually was perverted. Her gloved fingers would begin to rub against her nether region as she continually whipped the stock. The hand on the whip would loosen slightly as Drelya’s fingers began to push in to her body’s soft core. Sliding and grinding away in to the sweet girls moans of delight.
    
    Drelya dropped the whip and it disappeared before it hit the ground. She kept one of her hands busy inside of her self, it spent a lot of time in there, as she began to walk towards the chained product. Once close enough she extended her hands to reach for the gag and pulled it away from her. The second her mouth was unoccupied she quickly moved forward and pressed her lips against the captives. Her lips would carefully open ad close, giving 382 a forced kiss… a fetish of Drelya’s. It’s not as though there was any resistance, she had no will to resist now. She just hung limp as the purple girls tongue snaked in to her mouth. Drelya would press her tongue roughly against the other before residing to sucking on it. Just a light gentle sucking was all it needed to bring 382’s tongue in to Drelya’s mouth. Once it was there she just nibbled against it. The hand that graced her nether region worked faster now, she loved the idea of kissing the unwilling… mixing her saliva with theirs… once again she had several trickles of that sweet juice dribbling down her legs…. She got very aroused very easily. She released the tongue and using her own pushed it back in to the girls mouth along with a fair amount of saliva. “Heh! You kissed a giiiirll” Drelya mocked. Drelya sounded, and looked, incredibly happy with herself as she went on to her two knees, once she was down there the purple haired girl couldn’t resist moving closer to the slaves crotch. She gave it a sniff and then grinned, she quickly followed up with giving the girls core a light lick, several in fact. Her soft red tongue began to snake it’s way inside of the girl and lash around at her tender inner walls, it was obvious she had lots of experience at this, she could make any girl, straight bi or lesbian, willing or unwilling soaking wet whether they wanted to be or not. So that’s exactly what she did, licked and toyed around with her causing her to drip… the taste, of course, excited Drelya, it was strong and sweet on her tongue and she liked that. The other girl, the captive couldn’t even be emotionless now, she was wriggling in her bindings and letting out several moans and whimpers. One of Drelya’s hands still remained in her purple underwear, finger fucking herself, however, her other hand was gripping tightly and occasionally slapping 382’s butt. It was five minutes before she’d decided she’d had enough. She stood up once more and held up her hand, once again it began to glow and a key appeared in it. “Try to run and you’ll be missing an eye” she said with a light giggle. Next she unlocked the girls wrists and ankles, the first thing she did was drop to her knees and remain there, just what Drelya wanted. “I know you’ve been straight all your life buuut I want to see how good a dyke you make… I mean, after all, it might be a girl that buys you to be their fuck buddy!” before she’d even finished talking the purple mistress had undressed herself and stepped both legs over 382’s shoulders so that her head was trapped between her legs and her soaked crotch. “Come oon my little dyke, lick lick suck suck kiss kiss” she teased calmly. By this time the submissive girl had learnt the hard way about not listening. She wasted no time in teasing and playing with the exterior, she wanted to please to avoid any chance of being hurt… this was it… her final bit of pride and dignity shredded… she had no interest in girls… what she was doing disgusted her… the fact she might be doing this until she died disgusted her more… She’d never tasted a females liquids before… they weren’t exactly pleasant but… the taste didn’t matter to her… the fact her mouth… her tongue… the skin on her face was being soaked in this girls honey…it was repulsing… but she carried on none the less. Maybe she was going to be a dyke… forced to fuck a mistress until she died… Drelya’s squeals and moans were loud, oh how she liked this from a girl. Her back arced as she ground her crotch across the face of this… slut. Just rubbing… cutting off her oxygen before giving her a split second to breathe. Oh how she’d want to do this until- she let out a load moan- she came… and that wasn’t far off, her legs tightened, squeezing the girls head tightly. Her nectar slowly dribbled from her pussy and filled 382’s mouth. The young slave gagged, coughed and spluttered but she couldn’t breath thanks to her… mistress’s crotch pressed against her, she had no other choice but to swallow… and swallow she did. Drelya stepped away, her face slightly red now. Three steps back and she clapped her hands together. “Who’s a good little dyke puppy?” she cooed in a mocking tone. “I have a few hours left to show you exactly what to do as a lesbian… so let’s carry on” Her mouth twisted in to a smirk as her hand glowed again.
    
    
    .Forger sighed steadily as he rested his back against the wall. He was wearing the usual and was on the upper levels of the bunker. It was a pure metallic room… fairly large too. He was stood behind a silver counter, which had several papers and a cash register on it. Random gems and rare rock formations sprouted from the ceiling. On one side of the room there were around twenty very small cages, below them cages were a small number plate and below that it stated what gender/ race was inside. Inside the cages were the best looking males and females that the place had to offer, well, out of the ready-trained ones. There were two males and two females hung from the ceiling, their wrists apart and their feet apart from the ground. They were stark naked and gagged, lash marks and whelps covered their bodies. On the ground was a whip with a sign Depicting how much ten lashes were in different currencies. This was one of the harsh punishments given to the really stubborn slaves. To the left of that was a fairly thin but strong metal wall that obviously could move. On the left side of it, five attractive female heads were poking out, all with ring gages on, on the right five male heads the same. On the other side, however, was the rest of their bodies, feet fastened to the ground and them, of course, naked. A sign round the front saying how much it was to have your fun with them… various devices from dildo’s, knives, clamps were on a shelf behind them. The last customers in here had had some fun…a group of male and females. Two of the girls still had semen dripping from their mouth, and of course their ass and crotch. One of the males even had semen dribbling from his mouth and rear, the young man next to him had his balls in a vice, crushing them and turning them a blue purple colour, he was crying. Then… in the far corner was a small room… blood spilt out of the room. The sign outside that door again depicted a price followed by the text. “Left overs, free to do as you wish with.” That was where all the slaves that failed to be sold within a set time limit were put… most of them were killed for money by various sadists. The worst thing were some weren’t sold… Merely fucked with… balls removed, eyes, arms… legs…. Marks cut in to them…. Body cut up… mutilated…. And then sold at a lower price to live out the rest of their life as ‘furniture’ or art work for the purchaser. Some even set in concrete, so they made a perfect statue… Above where forger was stood was a shelf full of his poisons for sale, around the walls were weapons, ropes and other torture devices.
    
    A few moments later the elevator appeared and opened up revealing Neme with a trolley, on that troll a metallic crate. She wheeled it in and stopped next to Forger, she bowed and nodded her head to him. “Master, 382 is ready to be shipped off.”
    “Good, Neme, have you prepared her properly?” Forger replied cooley.
    Nemesis gave a nod before speaking in an equally cool tone. “Yes master, she’s bound wearing a full latex suit to keep her fresh, a vibrator in her entrance to keep her aroused as soon as her new mistress wants, plug in her rear as always to keep her uncomfortable, gag that enters her throat to make it hard for her to breathe, earplugs and of course, a blindfold. She also has Carbon NC in her system to keep her much more uncomfortable.”
    Forger nodded in response to her as the front door to their shop slid open with a soft hiss. From the door tall attractive women stepped through, she was dress with high quality silt purple and blue robes. She had long white hair which hung around her beautiful face, black eye shadow and lipstick were the only make up she needed. She reached the counter and held out her hand to Forger, which he took, brought up to his lips and kissed softly. “Greetings, Forger, I take it my order is ready? One attractive woman whom is straight rather than bisexual? I love the suffering of them being forced in to it…” Forger replied to her with a simple nod.
    “Of course Miss Roseli, just as you ordered, packaged as always, minimal damage, just scarring, good looking of course, trained partially… submissive but not a complete slave for your purposes, ready for you to finish her training.” Forger’s voice was polite but professional, after all, he was a business man. Then that’s eighty thousand credits for the product, plus another twenty for training and finishing with a final fifty thousand insurance, should any thing unfortunate happen to her within the next year, illnesses and such.” The woman, Roseli, nodded and took the trolley from Nemesis, she threw an envelope on the desk to forger, which he immediately inspected the contents of… exactly the right amount of money. “Take care” he spoke in his tranquil voice while placing his… profits in to the cash machine. “Neme, I’m off hunting for more stock, remember, cell 173 needs to be cleaned out, get one of the merchandise to do it, 322 would be a good choice, he needs more training, farewell, Neme” he finished with a quick kiss on her lips before walking out of the door, before it had even closed he’d dived off in to the night.
    
    
    
    ANOC: I wanted to give a bit of a better view of the Slave Patronage’s bunker, that and introduce another main character. Okay, to be nice, is there any race you particularly want to see in this story? Leave a comment saying what race/gender you’d like to see… and if you really want something you might like to see happen to them, I’ll pick one randomly for a future chapter. If I have enough support I’ll try and bring out chapters monthly.