David sat at a small desk while working on his computer. The hotel suite in La Mina didn't have the amenities of Platinum Sans Hotel, but it was cheap to upgrade to a suite.
In the other room, in the king-sized bed, he left Olivia and Deborah sleeping together. Both women struggled with the idea of sleeping in the nude, even after a long hot shower for the older woman, but when David last saw them, they were curled together, naked breasts against naked breasts and their collars clinking together.
He let a soft smile cross his lips, then he returned to his computer. Maps, demographics, and hundreds of reports blurred in his head. He had a clear picture of Zorro Salazar; a man with enough power to own almost the entire town and the hungry desire for absolute control. Most people fled the city when their children hit the age of consent, or tried too. David flipped through the reports of people slaughtered in their homes among their boxes. Many more never made it outside of the city, gunned down as they tried to flee. The police reports were cursory, a farce.
Zorro was not a good man.
David reached out for his phone. He scrolled through the contact list and came up with Victor's number. His thumb hovered the connect button for a moment. He hated the idea of calling the powerful man. Somehow, despite the fact Victor killed his best friend, David still knew that Victor would be able to help him. Then, David remembered how Terrance died. More importantly, why Terrance died.
An idea sparked in his head. It was stupid and risky, but it had a chance. He ran a series of searches on Zorro to ease his discomfort and give him confidence. He made a few large purchases, which cost him billions of dollars and one precious weregild before he turned off his computer.
“I'm such an idiot for doing this!”
Deborah whispered from the other room, “Master?”
He looked up through bleary eyes toward the bedroom. Deborah stood in the door frame, gloriously naked. The collar hung heavily on her neck and she wore nothing. He was reminded of the last time he saw her in a room, back when they were both free and enjoying fantasies of an earlier age. Her full breasts hung along her body and he let his eyes drift from the sparse hairs of her sex up to those nipples he loved to suck on. She didn't have the perfectly smooth body of a teenager, but even with the wrinkles and age, David found himself lusting after her. His own teenage fantasies fueled his appreciation for her body.
Deborah sighed as she walked over. She toyed with the collar. “I'm not used to this thing.”
“You will.”
“It's three in the morning, why are you up?”
“I'm trying to buy a slave, actually.”
Her footsteps hesitated for a moment, then she spoke softly. “Lauren? You are saving Lauren?”
“Yes. Well, trying to.”
“Why?”
She stopped next to his desk. David looked up at her. He didn't say anything, but she lowered herself to her knees so she had to look up at him. David pushed his chair back, spreading his legs and admired her. Somehow, seeing her kneeling between his legs brought up different fantasies in her head.
Then, he remembered her question. Clearing his throat, he thought about his words before he spoke. “Miss Timber, all I know is that you and your daughters were in trouble. But, I could have helped at least two of you, if you just gave me a chance. You didn't and look at you now.”
She lowered her head. “I'm sorry, I thought you wanted revenge.”
He reached down and curled one finger under her chin, pulling her gaze back up to his.
“I don't. I never did. But, I would feel just as guilty knowing your daughters were in the hands of a monster. I saw what he does to his slaves, I've read the reports. Simply knowing that, I have to try.”
She sniffed and tears shimmered in her eyes.
“I was wrong about you, wasn't I?”
“Yes, Miss Timber, you were.”
“Can you ever forgive me?”
David leaned over her and let a smile curl his lip. She tilted her head back, her lips parting. David whispered slowly. “I might, but since I must be a horrible slave owner and prone to brutalizing my slaves,” he smirked, “I recommend you do your best to beg for forgiveness every. single. day. for the rest of your life.”
She whispered in response, her body trembling and her breasts heaving, “Yes, master.”
He cupped her chin with both hands. “Now, I'm going to be a good owner for you.”
“You won't beat me?”
“No.”
“You won't kill my daughters?”
He smiled and shook his head. “No.”
“Will you ever sell us?”
He chuckled and shook his head again. “Of course not. I have too many fantasies of my old teacher. And now,” he grinned, “I have the perfect chance to try out every single one of them. There is no way in the world that I won't even consider letting you, or your daughters, go until I've played out every one.”
A relieved smile grew on her face.
“Teenage boy fantasies?”
“Yes, Miss Timber.”
“Are there many? Of your fantasies?”
His hands slid up around her neck, cupping the back of her head. “Thousands, maybe millions.”
Her eyes flickered down to his crotch and back again. He responded to her look and his manhood pushed up at the towel wrapped around his waist. She licked her lips.
“This is going to take a long time, isn't it… master?”
“Yes, and I think I had a couple million others about the other students. Especially sexy teenage girls that used to tease me. Your daughters,” he chuckled, “will be playing out those for me.”
“There is nothing I can do?”
He smiled, “Not anymore.”
“You'll be gentle?” she whispered.
“Always.”
He pulled her closer, his hands leading her head between his legs. She breathed deeply as she lowered her eyes to his crotch, seeing where his dick tented the towel. She looked up and the smile grew on her face.
“Teenage boys, huh?”
She reached up with her hands but he shook his head. “Just your mouth, Miss Timber.”
She glanced up, then pulled her hands back behind her back. He watched as she clasped them right above her ass, arching her back and shoving her breasts up into his view. He pulled her head closer and she opened her mouth, delving underneath his towel.
David moaned at the feel of her hot breath on his thighs. Her lips caressed his skin, pushing back the towel. It slipped off his cock, leaving a smear of precum glistening along the bottom edge. She stared at it, hesitating for a moment.
“Miss Timber,” he said carefully.
“Sorry, master.”
Her mouth opened as she pressed her lips against the bottom of his cock. He felt her tongue lapping along his balls, teasing him and exploring his hardness. David breathed happily, then used his hands to guide her, lifting her head up. She obediently sucked on the side of his shaft. As she reached the tip, he tilted her head to aim his cock into her mouth.
Deb's eyes raised to match his gaze. David smiled with pleasure, then pulled her down on him. She opened her mouth and her lips inched down his shaft. David shuddered with the pleasure and continued to pull her down until he felt the tip of his cock tickling the back of her throat and her lips pressing against his base. David held her down, then adjusted his grip so he could use his hands to push her back up.
Deborah breathed in as he drew her up, but David just pulled her back as soon as he wanted. His hands pushed and pulled her down on him, enjoying how her hot mouth felt along his member. He continued to use her mouth, fucking himself and feeling how she tried to match his movements, gulping down as he buried himself completely inside her mouth.
He moaned even louder as he felt his pleasure growing. His hands tightened on her head, yanking her down and pulling faster. He felt her teeth scrape and he jumped.
“No teeth.”
She mumbled something. David continued to vent his pleasure into her. He moved faster, jamming her down and choking her with every thrust. Her body trembled with every stroke, her hair flailing back and forth. David's fingers dug into her neck, his arms jerking with every thrust.
When he came, he grabbed her tightly and yanked her down. She let out a chocked gasp as her lips ground on his base and his cum soaked the back of her throat. David grunted, his body spasming, and his hands grinding to his crotch. Hot cum poured down her throat and he jerked with every pulse of his cock. He felt her starting to choke and pulled her off. The last of his cum splattered on her face and dripped down to her large breasts.
Deb coughed and gasped. David released his grip and she slumped back, clearing her throat. She looked up at him.
“I'm sorry,” she coughed, “master. Please forgive me.”
David gestured down to his cock, where cum glistened on his cock head. Deborah inched forward on her knees and bowed her head, engulfing his cock once again. He moaned as she cleaned him, sucking and licking him until not a single smear of cum marred his length.
“Very good,” he whispered, “I'll forgive you… for now.”
She looked up at him with smoldering eyes. “Thank you, master.”
He smiled broadly and ran a finger along the cum on her face. Scooping it up, he presented it to her. She opened her mouth and he ran his fingers on her lips. She closed her mouth and suckled his fingers clean.
“Clean yourself up, Miss Timber.”
“Yes, master.”