Warning: Contains hardcore scat & incest.
But I expect that's exactly why you're here.
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Jack lay on his four-poster bed. The pillows were light pink, soft marshmallows he could sink into after a long day. The mattress was firm, but comfortable. It supported his aching muscles after he came back from rugby training. Money doesn't buy you happiness, but it sure buys you comfort.
When his parents died they had left him enough money to never have to work again. He knew keeping himself occupied was important, or he would just wind up like all the other depressed millionaires. Daughters of oil magnates, sons of technology tycoons. They were so rich that the dream holidays of plumbers, electricians and accountants got old fast. Paragliding in New Zealand's South Island, Jet skiing on the transparent green ocean off Honolulu Hawaii, trekking in the Italian Dolomites. Everything, no matter how phenomenal or magical, became boring. They died, young and lonely, from cocaine overdoses or extreme sport accidents, trying desperately to make their constantly exciting lives just that little more surreal.
Jack knew he needed keep occupied. As he lazily eased his way off his luxurious bed to grab some lunch, his mind wandered with thoughts about these eternally bored, spoiled youths. On the way out, he patted the young naked girl chained by her hands to bottom-right post of his bed. He gave her a light slap and she obediently opened her mouth. He pulled down the elastic of his pyjama pants, moved his flaccid penis between her lips, and pissed into her mouth. She gulped down what she could of the yellow stream, and the rest dribbled down her naked body. He continued to the kitchen, listening to a burst of cute soft coughs behind him. Jack knew he needed to keep occupied.
Jack kept himself occupied with slaves. Lucy a short, dark haired 23 year old, was the girl he kept tied to his bed. He usually used her as urinal when passing in and out of the bedroom, or when he woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee. The rest of his slaves, mostly young girls, were all aged between 18 and 25.
A few he had found on fetish forums, they volunteered as slaves and were free to leave at any time. The rest, and the majority, had simply responded to ads he put on the internet. He would pay them obscene amounts of money for a yearlong contract. Enough money that they could live comfortable lives without working, for just a single year's slavery. However once they had signed, for that year, they were his. He could do anything he wanted with them. No matter how much they begged or cried while he was using them, they were his to do with as they please.
They were also welcome to break contract at any time, but if they did they would get absolutely nothing. The amount of money he promised them was so high, that they rarely left before their contract was up. If they threatened to reveal him to authorities or the press, he simply reminded them that if he could afford to hire slaves, he could afford to make them regret speaking out. This quickly quashed any blackmail attempts. Most decided that a year of misery was worth it to live the rest of their lives in style. Compared to another 40 years working two minimum wage jobs, it didn't sound so bad.
He ate lunch in front of the television, his tanned, fit body lying naked on an expensive couch.
Crappy sitcoms and a plate of sushi, while Molly, a busty, pale 20 year old was instructed to lick his balls. It was a hot day, and his ballsack extended low. She would pick up each testicle and play with it, then proceed to lick off the beads of sweat. Molly was unusual, she had become a slave for the money, but she actually enjoyed it, unlike many of the other girls. While sucking on his sweaty genitals she would rub her clit. She lifted his legs up now and then to get a better angle, and proceeded to lick the moisture between his balls and his anus. Occasionally while performing her duties she would get in the way of his television, and he would give her a firm slap on the arse.
After he was done with lunch he wandered over to the bathroom naked, sporting a huge erection that was the result of Molly's handiwork.
His spacious bathroom was his favourite place for slaves. One was a tall skinny blonde of 25, Sandy, dressed in light blue denim skinny jeans and a white top. She was lying on her back on the cold floor, near a suspended toilet seat. Instructed to stand in the shower, was Michelle, Sandy's red haired 18 year old younger sister, standing there in a light pink nighty. Sandy had been his slave for nearly 4 months, but Michelle was a new recruit. She loved her sister and wanted to be with her, and since they had moved away from their parents, four months without Sandy was too much. Besides, she hadn't been able to find work as an actress and was struggling to get by. Jack hadn't used Michelle yet, but he had big plans.
