In a society where mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century, a prostitute-slave named Sara endures pain, humiliation and casual exploitation in the service of a Las Vegas casino.
In a society that otherwise resembles our own, mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century. It is a common and accepted feature of public and private life. Males and females of all ethnic backgrounds are held thrall, without status or legal rights. They are quite literally living property, and may be bought, sold and used for any purpose, including: hard labor, breeding, menial work and sexual servitude.
This series of stories, which is not presented in any particular order, explores the daily life of a prostitute-slave named Sara. Purchased at auction by a Las Vegas casino, she is tasked with fulfilling the sexual urges of its clientèle, who pay for her favors along with room service and Wi-Fi access. Subject to their every whim, she has known both anguish and delight, but most often casual exploitation.
When she is not engaged by a guest, Sara must contend with capricious and underpaid corporate overseers and occasionally vicious slave stable politics.
The board at the dispatch desk showed a one-night engagement with three male guests and one female guest – all in a room with one king-sized bed.
The slave was going to have a bad night, and she knew it. She stood with her back to the door, watching traffic move grudgingly along the freeway while the sun slipped below the jagged mountains in the distance.
Movement in the fenced yard below caught her eye. A pair of skinny drones had discovered something edible while loading trash into the back of a truck. They ate it quickly, glancing nervously over their shoulders.
Sara decided that, at least for the next 18 hours, she would rather be a drone. Better to be hungry, exhausted and covered in grime than to be a slut locked in a discount room, mid-week, with four guests who obviously didn’t intend to get any sleep.
She expected that they would be bikers: rough, filthy men covered with tattoos and high on drugs. No doubt she would be expected to service all three simultaneously. Then, after they had shot their loads inside her, they would demand that she perform sex acts with the woman – who would be scarcely more than a slave herself.
In spite of that, she would be cruel – urging the men on as they abused the slave, knowing that she was being spared every agony inflicted on Sara. It might even have been the woman who rented the room and paid for the slave, just so she could avoid the worst of their attentions for one night.
The men would stroke their cocks while watching the woman and the slave lick and suck each other, until they got hard again. Then, they would start in on Sara once more – and that cycle would repeat over and over and over.
Any hesitation, any perceived lack of respect, would be instantly punished: a hard slap on the face, a heavy leather belt across the ass, or a brutal gut-punch that would leave her gasping for air.
The morning would find her bruised, bleeding and degraded. Her face, her hair, her breasts and her inner thighs would be encrusted with their spent seed – and that would be the best that she could hope for, because she knew her night could be much worse.
It was possible that they would use her as a living urinal or employ her delicate tongue as a substitute for toilet paper.
Looking again at the freeway, she noticed that traffic was stopped. Although she had never been taught to pray to the gods or to seek their favor, Sara called to something beyond herself, desperate that these particular guests arrive late, if at all.
The sound of a key in the lock shattered the slave’s hope that she might spend the night alone. She turned, stepped to the foot of the bed and dropped to her knees. The door swung open.
She did not expect what she saw next.
Four young people her own age walked in, bickering among themselves.
“Man, I told you that we shouldn't have taken the I-15,” said the tallest of the four, his heavy black brows furrowed. “We've only got this bitch until noon tomorrow, and we've already wasted like four hours.”
“Look, Steve, we're here now, okay?” said another young man with short, curly blond hair and bright blue eyes. “We've still got plenty of time. I mean, seriously, even if we all take a full dose of Erexor, how many times can each of us fuck her? Don't worry about it.”
“All I'm saying is that you made a bad decision, so I think you should pay me and Jared back for part of our share – that's all,” said Steve – the tall, dark-haired boy
“Knock if off,” said a young brunette, who was holding hands with the blond boy. “Bryan's the one with the car, remember? Without him, you wouldn't even be here – so just shut up.”
Steve glared at her.
Last through the door was another young man, his face ruddy with acne. His eyes settled on Sara. He licked his chapped lips.
“Is that her?” he asked.
“That's her, Jared,” Steve answered loudly. “That's the cunt that's going to pop your cherry.”
“I swear, you are so gross,” said the girl.
“She's just so beautiful, like out of a movie or something,” said Jared, transfixed.
Sara raised her eyes to Jared's face, parting her painted lips slightly. His worn jeans betrayed a profound erection.
“Maybe we should let Jared go first,” said Bryan, the blond boy. “We can go down to the arcade for a while, until he's finished. Jared, just call us when...”
“No, no – wait!” said Steve. “I need to show him how to throat her first.”
“'Throat her?'” the girl frowned. “What does that even mean?”
“Watch and learn, Jennifer,” Steve smirked. “She knows what it means – don't you, cunt?”
“Yes, master,” Sara answered, lowering her eyes.
“Steve, it's Jared's first time,” Bryan said. “I really think we should just let him...”
“He needs to see how to handle a slave. Besides, it's not like she's his girlfriend or something. She's just fuck-meat,” said Steve.
“It's okay,” said Jared. “I want to see.”
Resigned, Bryan and Jennifer sat down on the edge of the bed. Steve stepped in front of the slave, towering over her, his cock bulging inside his pants. Jared watched intently.
“Pull it out, cunt,” Steve ordered. “I'm going to make your mascara run.”
Sara unbuckled his belt and opened his fly, revealing the rigid pole beneath his cotton briefs. He was big – but Sara had taken bigger.
She made a show of peeling back his underwear, her eyes fixed on the tip of his throbbing cock, shaping her face into a display of fearful anticipation. Accepting her expression as genuine, a huge smile spread across his face.
“That's right, cunt, and you're going to take every inch,” he said.
“Master, please – you're so big,” the slave flattered him. “Sara can't...”
“Sure you can – I'll help.”
With that, he put a heavy hand on the back of her head and pushed her mouth down onto his shaft until her lips were pressed into his thick pubic hair. She creased her face in feigned misery and made a retching sound deep in her throat.
Taking a handful of her hair, Steve pulled her back off his cock. Sara gasped.
“Please, master! Don't throat...” her plea was cut off as Steve pressed her mouth back down onto his rigid organ.
“You see, Jared, if your dick is big enough, you can push it all the way down into her throat,” said Steve, working Sara's face like a sex toy. “Of course, that means she can't breathe, so after a few seconds her throat goes into spasms and, man, it feels good.”
Sara gurgled, her suffering still just an act.
Jennifer turned and looked at Bryan.
“Did you know about this?” she asked. “Have you ever done this to a slave before?”
Bryan didn't answer.
“Couldn't she bite you? I mean, you know, if, like, you're choking her?” asked Jared.
“Duh – she’s a slave!” Steve mocked him. “This is what she's for – isn’t it, cunt?”
He broke his rhythm long enough for Sara to answer.
“Yes, master,” she coughed.
“See? This is what you've got to understand: you can do whatever you want – whatever feels good.”
“Please, master!” the slave sputtered. “Sara will...”
He cut her off, plunging his full measure back into her mouth, increasing the speed and vigor of his penetrations. Closing his eyes, he sighed loudly.
Knowing that in another minute her gagging and retching would real, she decided to end Steve's ride. She lifted her eyes to his face, carefully setting an expression that was at once desperate and vulnerable – but also hungry.
Then, she allowed her teeth to graze the tip of his shaft. Reflexively, he looked down – and his soul fell into the dark pools of her eyes.
He ejaculated instantly, shooting burst after burst of thick, bitter cream down her throat. She swallowed it effortlessly, maintaining her hypnotic gaze. Finally, being careful not to over-stimulate him, Sara drew back and licked his flaccid member clean. He could only feel astonished.
“What happened?” asked Jennifer. “Did you already cum?”
He was silent.
Although her face was demure, inside, the slave was smiling. It was a simple trick, a trick that would not have worked on an older, more experienced man – but Steve was still just a boy.
Sara realized that it might not be such a bad night, after all.
Although Steve complained loudly, Bryan and Jennifer eventually persuaded him to leave Jared alone with the slave. Before they left, each of the young men took a tablet of Erexor. Sara recognized the distinctive blue, triangular pills.
She realized that if she could prolong her encounter with Jared, there would be less time for all three boys to gang-bang her over the next 17 hours. That had been easy to do, so far. He seemed content simply to stare at her body, studying her curves – and she was happy to be a fleshy mannequin for as long as it pleased him.
Sara stood perfectly still, her right arm folded behind her back, holding her left arm above the elbow. It was a standard display posture that slimmed her silhouette, arched her back and subtly evoked the idea of bondage and restraint.
Finally, Jared spoke. He sounded nervous.
“I want to see you without your clothes now,” he said.
The slave offered him a shy smile as she opened the back of her dress. Then, she slipped the wide collar off her delicate shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, looking down at her firm, petite body, covered only by skimpy black lingerie. “Gods, you are so fucking hot.”
His hands settled on her breasts. He began to firmly knead them through her bra. Sara shifted her feet uncomfortably, but he continued without noticing.
“Fuck!” he shouted, startling Sara and painfully crushing her breasts. “Fuck! I need to get all this for my MyPlace page! Hold on a sec...”
He let her go and dug through the pockets of his jeans, eventually producing a telephone. After swiping his finger across the screen and tapping it a few times, he held it up towards the slave.
“Okay, here I am with, uh,” he paused, “What’s your name?”
“Sara, master,” the slave answered.
“That’s right. I’m, uh, I’m here with Sara and, as you can see, um, she’s a complete and total hottie,” he continued, before lowering his voice to a whisper. “Show me your boobs.”
Sara unclasped her bra to reveal her breasts, turning red from abuse. He reached out with his free hand and pinched her nipples. She tried not to wince.
“Okay, so, she’s really perky, like you can see,” he said, pushing his phone in for a close-up. “Um, so, uh, Sara, do you like it when I touch your boobs?”
“Yes, master,” she lied.
“Good, good – that’s good. Uh, okay, let’s take a look at the rest of her,” he said, stepping around behind her. “Okay, she has got like this totally amazing ass, and, like you can see, she’s completely showing it off with this little thong.”
He tugged at the thin silk cords that held it tight across her hips.
“So that’s real nice, obviously,” he said, stepping back around in front of her. “Now, um, let’s take a look at her pussy.”
Jared gestured and nodded, and Sara unhooked her skimpy thong, gathering it into a tight ball in her hand. He immediately reached out and pinched her labia, twisting and pulling at it. She flinched.
“Is that your clit!?” he asked excitedly.
“It’s very sensitive, master,” she gasped.
“But that’s good, right? You like being touched here, don’t you?” he asked, vigorously rubbing her dry sex.
“Yes, master,” she said, gritting her teeth. “Thank you, master.”
“Man, this is so awesome!”
Sara was grateful to be on her knees, working Jared’s cock with her mouth – because it put the sensitive parts of her body out of his reach.
He was sitting back in a plush chair in the corner of the room, eyes closed, moaning in ecstasy. While she serviced him, the slave was quietly working lubricant into her vagina, preparing herself for what would inevitably follow.
“Gods, that feels so good,” said Jared. “You could do that all night.”
The slave continued, hoping that he would give her the opportunity.
“When we first got here, did Steve cum in your mouth?”
“Yes, master,” Sara answered, returning immediately to her work.
“So you ate it?”
“Do you like eating cum? I heard that most girls don’t like it.”
“Sara will do anything to please you, master.”
“Gods, you’re so awesome. Right now, just keep sucking on my dick – just like that,” he sighed. “Don’t make me cum, though, because I want to fuck you before we’re finished.”
The slave continued, getting some small pleasure by thinking about Jared trying to have sex with a woman for the first time. She imagined him brutally crushing her breasts, and then getting a hard slap across his face – leaving him with a stunned expression and a shrunken cock.
That thought made Sara happy.
“Okay,” said Jared, interrupting her reverie. “Let's do it now.”
Sara stood, careful to brush her curves against the insides of his thighs, then stepped towards the bed. He grabbed her wrist.
“No,” he said. “Right here.”
“Yes, master,” the slave cooed, straddling him and reaching down to part her moist labia for his shaft.
“Wait!” he shouted.
She froze, startled. He reached over and adjusted the position of his phone, perched on a a nearby table.
“I really want to make sure I get this!” he said, smiling. “Okay, go ahead.”
She guided herself down onto his rigid pole, gripping him snugly as he slipped inside of her. Eyes closed, mouth hanging open, he groaned softly, feeling every inch of her inner embrace.
She began building a rhythm for him, watching pleasure ripple across his features.
“Gods... Gods... Gods...” he murmured, his intensity rising with each stroke.
To her surprise, Sara felt her clit twitch and a warm glow spreading between her legs. Jared himself was hardly the cause – with his pockmarked face, uneven teeth and small cock – but the purity of his experience, the innocence and joy of his reaction, affected her in a way that she did not expect.
That, and it had been many, many days since her last orgasm.
Careful to maintain her focused on his experience, she nonetheless began to indulge herself: clenching her thighs and leaning back so that the head of his shaft touched the special place inside her that pushed her onward towards bliss.
“It's so good,” he gasped. “Don't stop... Don't stop...”
“Yes, master,” she panted.
Their bodies moved together, faster and faster. They were no longer a virgin boy and a house slut – just two beings climbing towards ecstasy.
For Sara, the climb ended abruptly – and not as she hoped. With her eyes closed, she did not see Jared lift his hands and grab hold of her breasts, squeezing them hard. She tried to bend the sound that escaped from her lips into something that it might be mistaken for pleasure.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” he screamed, twisting her breasts around and using them as handles to set the rhythm for himself.
The slave cried out, unable to pretend that the experience was anything but torture. Jared didn't notice, driving hard towards his own orgasm. Suddenly reduced to a living sex doll, all Sara could do was deliver the pace that he demanded and hope that he would cum quickly.
It ended a moment later, as he delivered a burst of hot seed deep inside her.
With Jared basking in the afterglow of his first fuck, the slave slipped down onto her knees. She gently licked and sucked his spent cock, swallowing down the dregs of his orgasm, while she quietly cleaned up between her own legs.
“Gods, that was... That was... Wow... Incredible,” he said. “Amazing. Thank you.”
“Sara is grateful that you shared it with her, and that she could please you,” she said, smiling.
Even though her breasts hurt, she recognized that it was still better to have Jared stabbing at her insides and pulling at the sensitive parts of her body than to have all three boys doing it at the same time, so she continued to give him an intimate tongue bath – priming him to spin out their encounter.
He sat for a long while with his eyes closed and a huge smile on his face. Finally, he roused himself to speak.
“This is really nice – really nice – but I need to call Bryan and Steve and tell them I'm done,” he said, reaching for his phone.
The slave immediately pushed her tongue up against his anus. He gulped down a breath of air and froze, paralyzed by this new and unexpected sensation. The slave drew her tongue back to the underside of his balls with a long, firm stroke, then pressed it back into his ass.
After another couple of strokes, his cock was standing at rigid attention. Sara took him into her mouth and gave him a loud, wet blow job. He squirmed and grunted while the slave teased him mercilessly, before finally giving up his load.
She swallowed it and resumed delicately stimulating him with her mouth, laying the foundation for his third orgasm. He sat staring glass-eyed across the room.
“Gods,” he muttered. “I guess that's why you cost so much. I'm glad we picked you – you're really awesome.”
“Thank you, master,” she said, watching him carefully.
When she saw him look over toward his phone again, she caught his gaze with her own pleading eyes – preparing her final gambit.
“Master,” she said. “There is one hole where you haven't fucked Sara yet.”
She stood and turned away from him, arching her back using her hands to spread her ass: showing him the brown bud within.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, staring at her snug rear opening.
“She is very tight, master” said the slave. “It will be good for you – almost like fucking a virgin.”
“Oh, fuck,” he repeated.
She looked over her shoulder. His cock was pointing straight up again. Turning away, she smiled – these boys were so easy to control. She would service him orally for a few minutes while she stretched and lubricated herself, then bring him to orgasm with a slow, rolling grind. He might even fall asleep afterward.
When she turned back to face him, he was holding his phone to his ear.
“Hey, Bryan! Can you hear me? Yeah – it's me, Jared! Yeah, she's completely awesome – totally worth it. Yeah, that's right! Okay, I'll see you in a minute.”
Seeing the slave pout, he hung up.
“I'm sorry, Sara... I'm sorry,” he said, seeming quite sincere. “It's just that we're splitting the bill between the three of us, so I can't just hog you all for myself – it wouldn't be fair.
“Don't worry, though – I definitely want to fuck you in the ass before we leave. I know Steve does, too, and I bet Bryan will, also. We've still got plenty of time. We don't have to check out until noon tomorrow and that's like, what, uh, almost 15 hours. See – plenty of time!”
Sara was miserable. She knelt, head bowed, with Steve, Bryan and Jared standing in a circle around her. They were like predators, ready to pounce on their cornered and wounded prey.
She had just swallowed a jet of hot, thick cream from each of them, and she felt sick in her belly. Steve had made good on his earlier promise: punishing her with deep, sustained thrusts that left her cheeks wet with tears.
Bryan had a thick cock and a firm, confident grip – using her mouth to satisfy himself with practiced ease. Sara knew that she was not the first slave to kneel in front of him with her face pressed down between his hips.
By comparison, Jared had been gentle, but she was astonished by how much cum he pumped down her throat while having his third orgasm in three hours. It was more than a middle-aged man would deliver with his first load.
Her breasts ached constantly from Jared's rough handling earlier in the evening. She knew that she would be swollen and sore for at least a week. So that she could continue to serve, the house would give her a spray-on cosmetic adhesive to conceal the bruises – but nothing for the pain.
Moments before, while she was frantically servicing all three of them with her mouth and hands, they had argued among themselves. Steve said he wanted to cum on her face, but Bryan said that was gross because he didn't want his dick rubbing around in Steve's cum. Instead, they agreed that, just before checkout, all three of them would stroke themselves off onto her face.
Sara hated servicing these cruel, clumsy, unpredictable boys. She thought back to the drones in the yard below, loading garbage onto trucks with their bare hands – and wished that she could magically change places with one of them, at least for the next 14 hours.
“I just think it's cool that she likes eating cum,” Jared said. “Most girls don't, right?”
“Gods, are you really, honestly that fucking stupid?” Steve rolled his eyes. “Look at her – she hates it, just like any other cunt!”
Bryan took a handful of her hair and bent her head back. She met his gaze with fearful eyes – her face streaked with mascara.
“Go clean yourself up, slut – and do a good job, inside and out,” he said. “Make yourself pretty again, just like when we first got here. If it's not perfect, I'll complain about you.”
“Yes, master,” she whispered. “Thank you, master.”
She crawled away, gathering her clothes as she went. Safely in the bathroom, she listened while Bryan made a phone call.
“Hi, Jen! Are you okay? Are you having fun? Good, good. Do you want to come up and play around with the slave a little bit? Uh, huh... Yeah. No – that's fine. Really! That sounds good. No – I'm sure that Steve and Jared won't mind.
“Okay, yeah... Well, why don't you give her a few minutes, and then come up. She got a little wild with us, so I told her to get herself cleaned up. Sure. No problem. Okay – bye.”
Steve asked, “What was that all about?”
Bryan answered, “She wants to have a little time alone with the slut, you know, just to get comfortable with her.”
“She better not be chickening out,” Steve growled. “We got this one just for her, because her profile said she knows how to do lez...
“Fuck! We should have gotten the blonde one with the big tits – she was super hot.”
Sara dared to hope that they might call for another slut. Being replaced would mean a dip in her overall guest approval rating and taking a minor correction, but she would choose that in an instant over being trapped in this room until noon.
She imagined the luxury of being in bed by midnight, or even a nice, cozy display assignment – wriggling around in bondage under the glass-top bar at the Underworld Lounge.
“No, she's really looking forward to it,” Bryan said, shredding Sara's fantasy. “It's just, you know, she's never been with a slave before, that's all.”
“Okay,” said Steve, sounding annoyed. “This better not take too long – and when we get back, I want to see some hot lezzie...”
“Hey,” Bryan cut him off. “Jen isn't here to do a show for you. She's here to have a good time, just like the rest of us.”
“Then why isn't she paying a share, just like the rest of us?” Steve shot back.
“Don't be a dick, Steve,” Bryan said. “Why are you always such a fucking dick?”
Hearing the three of them moving towards the door, Sara busied herself scrubbing her face. Bryan stepped into the bathroom and pinched her nipple, hard. The slave cringed, eyes down.
“Listen, slut,” he said. “My girlfriend Jennifer is going to come up in a few minutes. You are going to do whatever she tells you and you are going to make her feel comfortable and happy or things are going to go bad for you. Understand?”
“Yes, master,” she said.
He let her go, then left with Steve and Jared.
“Is the arcade cool here?” asked Jared. “I heard the arcade is really cool here...”
Fear gnawed at Sara as she sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Jennifer to arrive. She realized now that Bryan was a dangerous young man. Jared was oblivious and Steve was merely sadistic, but Bryan really understood what it meant to be a master – and how to get what he wanted from a slave.
Sara abandoned all of her clever strategies and schemes. Instead, she decided to serve Jennifer and the others as best she could and simply endure the long night ahead. If Bryan made good on his threat to complain about her, she knew that the real suffering would only begin after they checked out.
Hearing a key in the lock, the slave was on her knees before she even knew it. Jennifer walked inside. Sara had not taken the time to appraise the young woman earlier, but she was attractive, with a pleasing figure and face, ample breasts, straight brown hair that hung down to her shoulders and large, dark eyes.
Even before seeing her naked, Sara estimated that she would have a Moore-Fordham score of at least 8 – and probably higher.
Jennifer approached and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Um, why don't you come up and sit beside me,” she said, patting the space beside her.
Sara complied, looking at once shy and aroused. Jennifer leaned in close, then gave her a quick kiss on the lips. The slave sensed no enthusiasm from her young female guest.
“If Sara is not pleasing to you, mistress...” the slave began, fear rising rapidly
“Gods, no!” Jennifer laughed nervously. “I mean, you're gorgeous – you're really gorgeous. I can see why the guys are all freaked out about you...”
“Thank you, mistress, but if Sara does not please you...”
“Shit,” said Jennifer. “Look... It's not your fault – I just let things go too far...”
Sara tilted her head quizzically.
“It's just that I, uh, I'm not bi – I don't like girls. I mean, you're crazy hot and if I was into girls, I'd be all over you, I'm sure.
“This is so stupid... What am I going to do?”
The slave was silent.
“Okay, it all started at this dance – at school, you know? Somebody had a case of beer out behind the cafeteria, and so I had a couple. Then, I don't know, I sort of made out with this girl named Angie. Everybody was watching... I don't even know why I did it.
“After that, people started saying that I was bi and I was into three-ways with two girls and one guy and stuff – and then I met Bryan. He heard about it, but he was really cool and we started going out.
“He never really said anything about it, but, you know – I could tell that the idea really turned him on.
“Then he told me that him and a couple of his friends were going to get a room on The Strip for one night on an in-service day with a sl... a, uh... house girl, and he asked if I wanted to come along.
“I should have just said 'No,' but I figured I could get a couple of drinks once I got here and just do it like I did with Angie – all wild and crazy – but I don't have a fake I.D., so they wouldn't sell me any booze...”
Jennifer leaned in again and gave Sara a hard, passionless kiss.
“Fuck,” she said, a tear falling from the corner of her eye. “I'm so fucked. What am I going to do?”
Sara felt genuine sympathy for Jennifer. The young woman's situation was like her own, except that Jennifer would never receive a severe correction if she failed to please a woman. More important than anything she felt, however, the slave knew that Bryan would blame her if she and Jennifer did not fulfill his expectations.
“Sara will help you, mistress,” said the slave.
“Really?” Jennifer blinked. “How?”
“She will perform with you – you and this slave will pretend to have sex so that Bryan can watch,” Sara explained.
“Sure... Okay, good!” Jennifer said, wiping away her tears. “So, how do we do it?”
“Have you ever pretended to cum while you're with a man, mistress?”
“Have I ever faked an orgasm?” she laughed. “I'm a girl, aren't I?”
The slave outlined her plan for Jennifer and then guided her as she accessed the hotel's online toy store through the television. She ordered up a bullet vibrator with a thong harness and lacy red baby doll to wear.
“You will be more comfortable if you are covered, mistress – especially if Jared and Steve are here,” said Sara.
“Gods, this stuff is really expensive,” said Jennifer. “I don't know if I should charge this to the room – Bryan is putting this whole thing on his credit card...”
“Mistress, once he has seen you with this slave, he won't care what it costs.”
Jennifer smiled and clicked 'Buy.'
“How long will it take?”
“A few minutes, mistress – a utility will bring it up.”
The young woman was silent for a moment, then turned to the slave.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes, mistress. Sara is here to please you.”
“It's about Bryan. I figure you'd probably know. Do you think he's ever had sex with a slave before?”
Sara paused. She knew that inserting herself into guests' relationships was a quick way to earn a beating – but unless Jennifer trusted her and performed with her, Bryan would send her to hell.
“Yes, mistress – Sara believes that he has.”
“I kind of figured... His family is pretty well off. They have three slaves. One of them is about my age, maybe a little older. She's kind of pretty – not like you, but, you know...”
“It's no big deal, I guess, but – I thought... Aren't female housekeeping slaves usually circumcised?”
“Yes, mistress, but a circumcised female slave can still be used for sex – she just can't enjoy it.”
Jennifer suddenly looked upset.
“Gods, are you circumcised?”
“No, mistress. Helios keeps its house girls intact.”
“Good – I'm glad,” she smiled. “Anyway, so you think Bryan has sex with her?”
“Why do you think he does it? I mean, we have sex any time he wants. I won’t let him cum in my mouth, but I give him blow jobs. I'm on the pill, so he doesn’t even have to wear a condom. Why does he use her?”
“When he has sex with you, he has to give you what you want – he has to try to make you happy. When he has sex with a slave, he can do whatever feels good for him. If the slave doesn't like it, or if it hurts her, it doesn't matter.”
“So you think that's what he's really like, when he has sex with a slave? That's what he really wants?”
“No, mistress. If he cares about you, then he really does want to make you happy. Using a slave just gives him the chance to make himself happy.”
“I guess,” Jennifer said.
A knock at the door interrupted their conversation. Sara answered it and returned with a bag containing the items Jennifer had ordered. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was almost midnight – another 12 hours until checkout.
To Be Continued
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