The Warehouse

There are certain secret places, worlds hidden within the world, and the 'Warehouse' was one of them. All wasn't as it seemed at first glance. James Reese, the 'Master' of tonight's initiation ceremony, stood on a platform overlooking the inside of the gigantic building. The inside of the warehouse was filled primarily with three things: naked bodies, beds, and a rich assortment of sex toys. To the not-so-astute observer, it looked like nothing more than a glitzy, over-the-top pornographic production. Video cameras on tripods were mounted all over the enclosure. Men and women of every skin color and ethnicity were busy performing more types of sexual acts than a person could easily recount.

Standing beside Mr. Reese, his assistant, Mr. White, a wiry old man, nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, Sir, what do you think of the latest crop of recruits?"

Master Reese looked out at the proceedings below. "I'm undecided, Ethan. We shall see as the night progresses."

This wasn't any typical porn industry production in progress. The girls here tonight - and even a good share of the guys - had been kidnapped and forcibly brought here. Their clothes stripped of them, their families threatened, they were told one thing only: You are a sex slave now. Your only purpose in life will be to please your future master or mistress, nothing more. Tonight was a showcase of their abilities, their libido, and their sexual allure. All of the captured sex slaves had been given one simple instruction tonight. Release your inhibitions and put on a good show for the potential buyers watching the live streams of the forced orgy.

It would be a night to remember.

Master Reese nodded at Mr. White and gestured toward the wraparound stairway. "Shall we go down for a closer look, my friend? After you."

"Thank you, Sir." Mr. White took the lead down the steps. Both men were impeccably dressed in tuxedos. As they reached the bottom of the stairs they got their first up-close view of the action.

A short, petite Puerto Rican girl named Chloe was fucking a man named Mike in the reverse-cowgirl position. She was moaning as her pussy pumped up and down his shaft. Her breasts shook as she looked back towards him. Mike slapped her butt cheeks with a resounding SMACK.

"Move that ass, bitch. I want to see your cunt cream dripping down my shaft. Let's see how horny your young pussy can get." Mike was one of the 'enforcers' at tonight's event. These were the men who participated and, if they saw any girls or guy-slaves slacking off, they provided the means of extra motivation. That meant punishment.

"Ooohh!! Please, I'm fucking you, what more do you want?" Chloe moaned. She turned to look forward again, startled to see a tall black man named Chris standing before her on the bed.

"Why don't we fill this cutie's mouth? I think she talks too much. Suck it, bitch." Master Reese heard Chloe's muffled cry as Chris pinched Chloe's nose so that she had to open her mouth wide to take in a gulp of air. He pushed his cock between her lips, and soon she was making more muffled sounds of sucking and licking as he grabbed the back of her head and thrust his penis towards the back of her throat. A few minutes passed until the sound of her desperate sucking and slurping reached a crescendo.

"AAAAHHH. This bitch was born to suck cock," Chris growled. He looked down to see pre-cum leaking from between Chloe's lips, dribbling down the girl's chin, all the way to her sexy breasts. Meanwhile, Mike watched avidly as the seal of Chloe's cunt lips gripped his cock. Master Reese noted with satisfaction that Mike's cum leaked down the sides of his own shaft. Chloe had already made him gush inside her.

"It seems this one has potential," Mr. White murmured. Mr. Reese nodded.

"So it appears." Reese peered at Chloe more closely as they walked by. She was beautiful, maybe 5'2 with medium-shaped yet perky breasts, and that face...it was cute with that button of a nose and such expressive brown eyes.

"Where did we acquire her, and what's her name?"

Mr. White consulted his phone. "Ah, she's a fresh new face. Chloe Esperita, 18 years of age. Her father owed some sizeable gambling debts to The Collective. Mr. Tycho took the man's wife and daughter as payment.

Mr. Reese rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Is that so? You'll have to point out the girl's mother to me, if we happen to run across her. I wonder if the apple fell far from the tree, so to speak." He watched intently as the big black man named Chris grunted, pulling his shaft out of Chloe's mouth. Huge strings of pre-cum drifted from her bottom lip. He wiped a large splotch of pre-cum against her nose, making it glisten.

"Not bad, little slut. Now let's see if my friend is done fucking your pussy. I want a turn."

"No. Please, let me rest," Chloe begged. Instead, she yelped as Mike slapped her ass cheeks again.

"She's all yours. I came up her young twat already. Let me tell you, brother, her pussy is a real ball-milking paradise. She'll have you coming inside her like a bull in heat." So saying, Mike pushed the girl off of him and the big black man picked her up as if she weighed nothing.

"Wait! What are you doing?! Aaahhh!" Chloe squealed as Chris impaled her slick cunt on his eagerly waiting prick. Chloe's arms instinctively wrapped around Chris's neck while Mr. Reese watched her snatch slam down hard onto the black man's ebony knob. She sank balls-deep onto him with a plaintive groan that expressed a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Ooooh! Please, Sir. Go slow. You're huge," Chloe sighed.

"Do you love my cock, bitch? Tell me how much you LOVE this cock," Chris growled as he cupped her ass with one hand and inserted a saliva-coated finger into her anus with his other hand.

"Yes, Sir. I love your cock!" Chloe wailed. "AHH!"

The two formally dressed men turned to look at one another.

"Shall we see what else is on the menu?" Mr. White continued. Mr. Reese nodded, glancing at the noticeable bulge in the older man's pants.

"By all means."

They continued on, turning down an aisle lined with beds and couples, or even groups with three, four, or more naked sexual partners crammed on the same bed. Mr. Reese's hawk-like face stiffened as he saw someone he recognized.

A busty, young brunette with pale skin named Sabrina rode the cock of a man named Mark. Her curvy, naked figure writhed on top of the man, who was both handsome and muscular. The couple faced each other, their hands intertwined for easy leverage as Sabrina bounced on his shaft. Her tits shook violently with the force of her enthusiastic impalements. The sound of their smacking bodies echoed well beyond, lost only in the constant grunts, smacks, moans, and sounds of sexual release coming from throughout the warehouse.

"Yes. Tear out my pussy. Fuck me, Mark. I want your cock deep inside me. I want it stabbing into my cervix, you bastard. Fuck me and fill me with your hot seed. I want it all, Mark, so deep inside me! Make me your slut," she cooed. Mark just kept grunting beneath her, clearly marveling at her jiggling breasts and the tireless slit that kept making his manhood vanish between such silky-soft folds. Her shaved pussy pumped fast and furiously. Judging from the strong scent of feminine fluids, she'd already reached orgasm at least once.

Mr. White blanched when he saw the couple, and his gaze slid nervously to Mr. Reese, whose face had turned ashen.

"I had no idea, Sir. If I had known..."

"Please, Ethan. You know I don't blame you for this. Wait here. Let me take care of this." The tall, impressively built Mr. Reese was in his mid-40s, though he looked much younger. A casual observer wouldn't have guessed the truth, looking at the nubile young body of Sabrina Reese, his 21-year-old daughter.

Mr. Reese came rushing over to her as she humped fervently on her boyfriend's cock.

"Sabrina, you were forbidden to come to this event and you disobeyed anyway," he growled. "I am very disappointed in you."

Suddenly the young woman came out of her sexual bliss. She kept bouncing on Mark's iron-hard shaft, but as her breasts kept jiggling, her face turned to one of panic.

"Ohhh please Daddy, I wanted to come and see what it was like. It's so hot. This is such a turn-on, to be surrounded by so many beautiful naked young sex slaves. I couldn't NOT come, Daddy. Please don't be mad. I roped Mark into coming, so don't blame him. Please let me stay."

James Reese gave his daughter a glare colder than ice. "You chose to come here despite my command. You know that when you disobey me, there are always consequences." He stepped over to a chest near the end of the bed. Every aisle had a few of these chests positioned strategically here and there. He opened it up and drew out a short three-tailed whip with beaded nylon tips on each end. He handed it to a startled Mark.

"I want you to whip those tits hard, Mark. Her ass too. If you want to be my future son-in-law, you'll do exactly as I say."

The stunned young man gaped for a moment before recovering his senses. He knew that his girlfriend's father was not a man to be trifled with. The man's reputation was downright scary.

"Yes, Sir." Mark's wrist flicked, and the three-tailed whip smacked hard right across Sabrina's breasts. The girl knew better than to try to block the blow with her arms - that would just bring more displeasure and punishment. So she just groaned as she felt the sting of the whip slap across her supple young cones. She kept pumping her pussy up and down, greedily slurping up Mark's penis into her damp heat. The squelchy-wet sounds of her aroused pussy creaming up on Mark's shaft offered a strange contrast to her yelps of pain.

"OW! UHH!!" Sabrina groaned as the next lash of the whip snaked across her perfectly-sculpted ass cheeks. Then Mark returned to her perky breasts, slamming the whip resoundingly right across her nipples as she squealed loudly for all to hear.

"Please Daddy, make him stop. Please!" Sabrina moaned. "It hurts so much."

"You should have thought of that before disobeying me," her father reminded her. Now Mr. Reese turned to go, but not before giving Mark one last instruction.

"Mark, keep whipping her like that until she's too exhausted to even fuck. I want her to almost pass out riding your shaft. I want her tits and ass so sore from your whipping that she'll never forget tonight's lesson. Is that clear?"

"Uh! Uh!! UH!! Yes, Sir," Mark grunted. "Crystal clear. I'll whip Sabrina until she can barely move, Sir. I'll make her writhe on my cock until she's barely conscious. Ahhh!!"

"Good. See that you do, Mark. I have full confidence that you can outlast her. Do not disappoint me," Mr. Reese warned. With one parting look at his naked daughter, the man said, "Have fun, Sweetie."

He ignored Sabrina's pleas trailing after him - "No, Daddy. Oh please Daddy!" - and rejoined his companion.

"That was well done," Mr. White said.

"When providing discipline, sometimes I prefer to improvise. Unfortunately, my daughter is a lascivious little slut. She requires more correction than most."

Most people would have been shocked to hear a man talk about his own daughter this way, but not Ethan White. He knew his master's oddities and the Reese family's foibles better than he knew himself. He was a constant confidante to his boss. He'd grown more than just close to Mr. James Reese. The bond of loyalty connecting Ethan to the man he served was sacrosanct.

Now the two men passed a short, busty Asian girl with red-dyed hair named Ava. Her perfectly shaped breasts were heaving after a rough coupling, and she sat on the bed with her legs wide, cum seeping from her raped pussy. Another Asian girl named Lily knelt beside her, spreading her cunt lips wide with her fingers so that five men gathered around could watch each drop of jism seeping out onto the bedsheets.

"Oooh baby, look at all that nasty cum," Lily purred. "You're a real natural, a sweet, submissive slave. These men are going to fuck you all night long. Doesn't that sound fun? What should we do next? Maybe you need your ass fucked." Lily was one of the few female enforcers. Her wicked smile gave her away. She stroked Ava's breasts and nibbled at the captive's nipples as the 22-year-old girl moaned.

"Please, have mercy. I've never...done anal before. And my pussy is so sore! Let me at least rest before the next man fucks me," Ava whined. But Lily just shook her head.

"What, and disappoint the potential buyers watching the live streams to evaluate your sexual talents? The show must go on, cute slut...and go on it shall."

Mr. Reese and Mr. White moved out of earshot.

"Where did we get that sexy Asian cunt?" Mr. Reese asked.

"She was a refugee from Myanmar. One of the Collective's patrols picked her up, half-drowned on a sinking boat. We don't know much about her."

Mr. Reese gave a subtle smile. "Well, I liked the look of that girl's pussy, even if it was dripping with another man's cum. Make a note to have her thoroughly cleaned and brought up to my suite in the early hours of the morning, will you?"

"Of course, Sir. As you wish."

And with that, the two men proceeded through the remaining aisles during the forced orgy. Somewhere, Mr. Reese imagined he heard Sabrina's cries as she humped her boyfriend's cock and felt the hard bite of the whip across her sensitive young breasts. The Warehouse continued to echo with the groans, grunts, and cries of willing - and unwilling - sexual partners long into the night.

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Several Hours Later...

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James Reese stepped out of the shower in his upstairs suite at the Sheraton Royale. The Collective owned the entire hotel, all the staff too. It was the perfect concentration of vice within a city of vice. Slipping into his mauve bathrobe, the athletic, middle-aged man took a sip of his favorite vodka, put the glass back on the nightstand. He fired up his laptop and glanced at the time.

It was nearly three in the morning. The sexual escapades at the Warehouse a short distance away had almost certainly died down by now. He brought up his email and pulled up his various banking accounts. His phone rang, he picked up.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Reese, sorry to disturb you, Sir."

Reese chuckled. "It's fine, Ethan. No need to apologize. I told you to call me at this hour, remember? How are things faring at the Warehouse? Was our little showcase a success?"

Mr. White's voice took on a rare, boastful tinge. "Actually, quite so, Sir. Quite so. You'll see if you pull up the accounts, 90% of the slave girls have already been awarded to the highest bidders. In the case of the male slaves, that number is closer to 70%."

Reese shrugged, not that Mr. White could've seen his reaction. "It is what it is. The males always sell at a lower rate. We still take a profit, and that's what matters. The Collective will be satisfied, and that's what matters."

"Just so, Sir. Very good. May I bring up something else?"

Mr. Reese refilled his vodka glass and sat down on the edge of his king-sized bed. "By all means."

"I bid on the three girls you requested. You won them below the price ceilings you outlined. The Asian girl, Ava. She should be - "

There was a knock on the door.

"Room service," a voice called in a polite, demurring tone.

"Hold on, someone's at my door."

"That will be her, Sir. The girl. I had Ava cleaned up and brought over straightaway, just as you requested."

Mr. Reese's eyebrows shot up. "That was faster than usual. Please express my compliments to the transition crew at the Warehouse. Remind me to tip them extra this time around."

"Will do, Sir."

"Very well. We'll speak later, Mr. White. I bid you good evening." The hawk-faced man hung up the phone and answered the door. Two burly men in hotel uniforms had a beautiful young Asian woman between them. She was naked except for the handcuffs keeping her wrists together in front of her, and the leather collar around her neck. She looked submissively to the carpeting as Mr. Reese opened the door. She was trembling.

"This is Ava, sex slave ID number 35166. Delivered just as promised. She's all yours, Sir. Congratulations."

Mr. Reese put a wad of cash discreetly into the man's palm. "No, thank YOU. Have a good evening, gentlemen."

The other man handed Mr. Reese an envelope with a key to Ava's collar and a receipt from the transaction. Then they were gone, and James scrutinized the girl more closely. In any other hotel, he would've had to be concerned parading a naked young slave girl through the halls, but this floor's access was limited to high-ranking members of the Collective only. He admired the girl's lush beauty. She was light-skinned, with firm, rounded breasts. Her face was pretty, soft, and delicate. It just screamed 'submissive' to him, and he very much approved. Her pussy hadn't been shaved, and there was an enticing little thatch of pubic hair above it, which only turned him on more. Sometimes he liked his women shaved...but sometimes there was something 'all woman' about a girl who remained au naturale.

"Come in." He put a hand on the girl's ass, enjoying her curves as he used his hand to maneuver her inside.

"Let's take that collar off you so that we can make you more comfortable." He took out the key, inserted it into the lock at the back of the collar. Sure enough, something clicked, and Mr. Reese pulled the collar away, discarding it like trash. "I don't think we'll be needing that. I prefer my girls unadorned in some areas. The neck just happens to be one of them." He gave her a charming smile as she looked at the floor. She still refused to meet his gaze.

"There, there. I understand you being a little nervous. Who wouldn't be? Meeting your new owner can't be easy," he said gingerly. Suddenly he came up behind her, slipping a hand between her legs. He gently caressed her sex as the girl trembled in his arms.

"Please...Sir...I'm very tired."

He loved the way this girl smelled...like jasmine and strawberries. He skimmed his jaw along her shoulder, over to her neck, and gave her a soft kiss behind the ear.

"Mmmm. So you have every right to be, you little slut. I saw you during the festivities." He slapped her ass, loud enough to make the resounding smack something which startled her.

"On the bed with you, on your back. Legs wide. I agree, you should rest. You just let me do the work. For now, slave, I give you one command and one command only. Relax."

Ava looked at him with a mixture of fear and hope. Maybe she'd expected an owner more brutal. James Reese didn't know what was going through her mind, but he was intrigued. He watched avidly as she mounted the bed and laid down on her back. She spread her legs wide, revealing the freshly washed cunt which he couldn't wait to taste. Mr. Reese shrugged out of his bathrobe. He wore nothing underneath. His shaft bobbed free, engorged and throbbing with desire. He crawled onto the foot of the bed and put his head between her legs. He gently outlined her cunt lips with his fingers.

"Mmmm. Now this looks delectable. I can't wait to taste you, slut. You're mine now. All mine. I'm a very lucky man, aren't I?"

"Y-yes Master," she said meekly. Good. Apparently the training was starting to take. That would make things easier for everyone. He'd had some slave girls, recalcitrant and rebellious. Breaking those girls was always hard but necessary. It would be refreshing to have an easy transition for once.

"Open your legs wider, bitch."

"Yes Master." She opened her silken thighs and he dove right in. Mr. Reese licked along the sides of her lips before tunneling his tongue inside her most intimate place. He loved the feel of her pussy on his tongue, the softness of her contours as he pleasured her. He nibbled at her clit, then stroked it with his tongue. Then he just settled for licking the girl's sex, flicking his tongue insistently across her nerve bundle as her fluids began to slowly build up. He smelled her gathering scent with satisfaction. He placed his hands on the tops of her hips and caressed the girl's skin as he picked up his pace. His tongue dove deeper. He slurped loudly as her fluids danced on his taste buds.