A week or two had gone by, and still no one had found Jeta's mother. Cyrus hadn't bothered to look for her, he got what he wanted. Jeta had learned to wake him up in the mornings, and that was usually one of the best parts of his day.
Cyrus groaned loudly as he felt the warm wet tongue lapping at his testicles. "Oh..." He moaned as she took the head of it into her mouth.
Jeta was must better at giving head than Trinity despite the fact Jeta was previously inexperienced to sexual behaviour. Jeta held her eyes closed licking his shaft as she moved her head slowly. Cyrus gripped his bedding, and bit his lip. "Oh you're a natural at this!" He said, his voice cracking a bit.
She continued to do her job, and was met with his climactic fluids on her tongue. She swallowed it down trying not to taste it. Cyrus panted a bit and looked at her, "I love waking up..."
Jeta sat on her knees. She wore the green slave outfit, and her usual pale purple lip gloss. He loved the way it felt on his penis. "Jeta, the end of the month is coming... which means we're going to have to have a conversation." Cyrus said sitting up.
Jeta looked at him, "Alright."
Cyrus looked at her, "I can't afford to get sterilization shots every month for two slaves, so every other month, you'll have to go off it."
"What if I get pregnant?" Jeta asked concerned.
"You won't... that's why I'm going to have to turn you into an anal slave next month." Cyrus explained.
Jeta's face mirrored a look of horror. "I... I don't think I can do that..."
"You can. I'll make it as painless as possible... but it means I'll have to stretch you slowly." Cyrus explained.
Jeta went a light shade of pink. "Oh... I see..." She nodded avoiding eye contact.
"I'll pick something up on the way home. I promise, I'll be gentle." Cyrus informed her.
Simon came to the door after a moment, "You ready? We gotta get ready for work. The cunt wants me there early today."
Cyrus nodded, "Yeah I'm coming." He picked up his new clothing and pulled them on as Simon headed downstairs.
"What will you have me do today while you're out?" Jeta asked curiously.
Cyrus looked at her for a moment, "Well I suppose you could help Trinity with the chores... I don't have any set tasks at the moment." he shrugged.
Jeta nodded and sat on his bed while he headed down stairs to eat breakfast. Cyrus headed down and sat at the table shovelling his eggs into his mouth. Simon stared with disgust, "Do you even taste those?"
Cyrus chuckled a bit before taking a drink of his coffee, "I'm ready, lets go."
Simon sighed and put on his shoes. Cyrus did the same before following Simon to the car. Cyrus stared up at the sky on the drive. The rust colour was something he was used to, but he had to admit, he wished he had lived in the era where the sky was still blue. Then again, he wouldn't have his slaves if that were the case.
The world was slowly falling apart, even to that very day. It had started falling apart six decades ago, back when the first female president turned out to be a failure. She released the nukes, and so did Russia in retaliation. What society remained after the war between Russia and American was a broken one, but it managed to rebuild itself, and a new leader rose from the ashes.
He was so bitter towards the previous president, he spent years trying to pass a slavery law for all women over the age of eighteen. If they couldn't pay to be free, they were to become slaves. The only laws in a slave's favour was no murdering or irreversibly mutilating one's slave, but otherwise anything could happen to one. Cyrus felt it was a bit barbaric that branding slaves, and scarring them all over was allowed, but he never understood the intrigue behind pain slavery.
Simon pulled into the parking lot and headed into the building with Cyrus. "Good luck with your supervisor." Cyrus said to Simon.
"Thanks. I'll do my best not to smack her..." Simon stated as the doors opened.
Cyrus headed to his sector, and began doing his normal routine. He was a bit nervous when lunch time came about. There was a lot of talk about lay-offs, and that was making him worried.
"Cyrus, how's it going?" Jordan, one of his fellow workers with the dark chestnut coloured hair asked as he sat across from him at lunch.
"Oh, it's going pretty good. My slave is finally waking me up in the morning with incredible blow jobs..." Cyrus smirked.
Jordan scoffed, "I wish mine would do that, but she's fucking useless..."
"Don't you beat her into it if she disobeys?" Cyrus asked confused.
