Slutty Sex Slaves Auctioned
It was an important morning. It was graduation day. The final day of the school year. Saying goodbye to students that I had taught for the last four years. I would have all summer long to look forward to the next crop of incoming freshmen to teach.
And I was very eager for that crop of newcomers to mold and change. The last years had been a rousing success. The sex slave program had gained notice. Many of my students were happily dating the loves of their lives. They would be the core of a new society going forward.
A strong one.
The world was being changed slowly. It all started at my college. But it would spread far and wide. And I couldn't wait for that. It was so heady with the possibilities. I was stretching as I came out of bed, eager for the day. The loft was bustling. A heavily pregnant Mrs. Foster smiled at me as she waddled by. She had a very round belly, her big boobs jiggling. She was almost to her due date.
So was her daughter, Darcy. She had a nice pair of round tits now, plump with her pregnancy. She still was a petite thing, her swollen belly looking even bigger on her than her mother. She sat in a chair holding her pregnant belly with a happy smile on her lips, her belt around her neck.
My fiancee, Helen, was getting a nice morning orgasm from her little sister, Debbie. Veronica and her mother Mrs. Smythe were on breakfast duty. They were both in the kitchen, the real one not the fake one we used to make porn.
That was going amazing. Making lots of money. Mrs. Foster's pregnant gangbang videos were big hits. As for her husband, I felt bad that. I went back on my word. I let these powers get the better of me. I could do anything with them. It was a heady responsibility, and I screwed him over.
"Can I speak with you?" I asked Mrs. Foster a few days after the checkup.
"Of course, Master," she cooed, her eyes so bright.
"How do you feel about me breaking my word?"
"I'm so glad," she said. "You're the best teacher, so it's the right decision."
My guilt rippled through me. That was the danger of this belt buckle. "I need to know your honest feelings, Mrs. Foster. It's important for a teacher to get honest feedback to modify his circulum, so... Are you happier with me or your husband."
She smiled. "With you. I had no idea there could be so much... delicious fun. Being a mistress to those budding sex slaves, serving a man who knows how to make me cum so hard, and pleasuring you with my daughter Darcy is just wondrous. I've never been happier."
"But what about your husband? What do you feel about him?"
"Well..." She bit her lip. "He was a good husband. I thought I had a great life, but I was living in a world of gray. It's so vibrant. With you. I don't think it would be right for me to go back to him. Not when I want to be with you. Not when you should be raising our daughter. You shouldn't give up your daughter to him."
"And that's what you honestly feel?" I asked. "It's important that it is."
She smiled. "It is. I would have been so sad to have to go back to him."
I could return her, convince her she was happier, but a lot of little things she had said over the last few months echoed in my mind. Little comments about how much she loved being my sex slave over being her husband's wife.
But I still felt back about making him a cuckold. I had promised Mr. Foster a daughter, so I would give him the next best thing.
I couldn't return Mrs. Foster after that, so I had to do the next best thing. Luckily, I knew plenty of nubile sex slaves in training. I found Mr. Foster a replacement daughter he could love. A naughty, eighteen-year-old girl named Bambi. He owned her now and was a very happy man being a "daddy" to the cutie.
And she was happy being a "naughty daughter-slave." He would breed her and have all the daughters he could want. Daughters he could raise to be his lovers.
It was an important lesson. These powers were corrupting. Corrosive. I had to draw lines somewhere. I just had to keep my word and not be weak.
"Master!" Cassandra called as she hurried over from the bathroom. The Hispanic girl walked with a strange gait. She was almost moving on her tiptoes or something. The puffy skirt to her slutty maid's uniform rustled, barely falling over her ass. Her round boobs bounced and jiggled in her low-cut top and her collar looked so scrumptious. Her golden-brown skin contrasted with the white lace of her outfit. "Master!"
"Yes?" I asked in bemusement.
She spun around, bent over, and I blinked as the skirt of her maid's uniform slid up her thighs then over her rump to expose her shaved pussy. She had something thrust out of it, which explained her strange gait. It was...
A pregnancy test?
I ripped it out of her pussy and glanced at the screen. There was a pink line which, according to the words on the stick, meant she was pregnant. A big grin spread on my lips. I had wanted to knock her up once Darcy and her mother were near their due date. I didn't want all my women pregnant all the time.
"Well, well," I said and tossed the test into a waste paper bin near my desk. It bounced off the rim of the metal container and fell in. "Isn't that something remarkable?"
"Yes, Master," Cassandra said, such joy in her voice.
I smiled and pressed my cock into her pussy lips. I rubbed up and down her flesh, savoring the heat of her cunt soaking the tip of my cock. She whimpered, her body trembling as she stood there bent over, clutching at her knees, ready to be fucked.
I slid slowly into her bred pussy. I savored the barely legal cunt engulfing my dick. Cassandra moaned, her pussy clamping down on my cock. My sex slave took more and more of my cock. She devoured it with such hunger.
I bottomed out in her hot cunt. I loved the heat of her snatch gripping my dick. She had such a wonderful twat. Just an amazing snatch that made my dick throb in her. I gripped her hips, soaking in her bred depths.
"So," I said, savoring Cassandra's hot depths, "If you're pregnant, I don't need to fuck this hole any longer."
"No, Master," she moaned. "You can fuck me wherever you want! I'm going to have your baby!"
"My daughter," I told her. "I'm the best teacher. I just know these things."
"Yes, yes, you're daughter," moaned Cassandra. "You bred a future sex slave in me."
"Yes, I did," I said and pulled my cock out of her cunt. She had an amazing snatch. Just a wondrous twat to enjoy squeezing about my cock, but...
I popped out and slid my cock up her taint to her asshole. I pushed against her anal ring. She moaned, her head tossing, as her asshole widened and widened. Her naughty hole stretched with ease to swallow my cock lubed by her pussy juices.
