I decided to get Elizabeth as a replacement for her daughter. She lacked experience in … slaver field of work, but she had easily a decade more of experience than Katie. I would change her into slave as with Kylee, then I will have her sale Katie to us... I will have employee replacement, I will stop a corruption in my company (at least the one I know of) and I will gain slave to sell. I checked Katie's last will and she leaves all of her belongings to her mother. If... when Katie will be declared officially 'dead' I will get most, if not all, of my assets back.
With that in mind I drove to Elizabeth's house, with Sharon as my bodyguard.
Elizabeth greeted us in her flat. When we told her that we work with Katie she was more then eager to let us in. She served us tea and sat down.
“Now, what brings you here?”
I smiled and showed her my iPod and played one of previously prepared videos.
She watched it for a moment, then her eyes widened as she recognized her daughter.
“What's this?” She asked with shaky voice. I gave Sharon a nod, she slowly made her way behind Elizabeth.
“Your daughter Katie, during slave training session, raping bounded 23 year old Hispanic girl, Pilara.” Elizabeth's eyes widened. Before she could do anything Sharon grabbed her arms from behind and cuffed them. Before she could rise voice I slapped her, hard. I smiled at sight of her reddened cheek and tears, this was really turning me on. I grabbed her chin and whispered to her ear.
“Not a word, slut.”
She trembled, she was really scared – as she should be. I let Sharon cuff Elizabeth's ankles, when she looked at me a nodded. Sharon ripped our prisoner's sweater, grabbed her breast and weighted them in her hands – Elizabeth is far better endowed than her daughter. She nodded to herself then grabbed Elizabeth's nipples and squeezed them. Elizabeth almost jumped of her sit, and struggled trying to get free – Sharon has incredible grip. Tears flew from her eyes. She whined, but kept her noises to minimum. That's good beginning of her training. Finally she stopped struggling and only whined.
“Now that you stopped that stupid struggling let us continue with show.”
“This is Katie breaking hymen of 20 year old Jessie. We sold her to some biker gang. After year of usage they got bored with her and dropped her at some brothel in Mexico.” I changed video to next one.
“Here she ass-fucks and whips 37 years old Caroline. We sold her to owner in Africa. She ended up dead after 3 months. Her owner got angry and she was closest outlet to his anger. He gave her to his servants – she endured 6 days of constant rape before she died. He never gave us second part of payment for her.” I played next video.
“This slut sucking my strap-on is 46 years old Megan. She became very docile after Katie raped her daughter. We sold them as a set to Asia – blonds are in demand there. Year later we got a video showing their anniversary stay with their new master.” I played next video.
“Isn't it interesting. Until I watched this I never knew that you could do that with rope. That way their chests really are emphasized.” I fast-forwarded “They seem to have learned local culture as well. They clearly don't care being close relatives. Not to mention they clearly enjoy serving, bondage and whipping...”
I continued for next 20 minutes. After time, even through her nipples were still squeezed (or maybe because of it), Elizabeth clearly looked turned on by little show. After I finished I hidden my iPod.
“Now, your daughter done something I cannot forgive. Even though she is... was my right hand, she stole from me... and I hate when someone cheats me. That's why both she and you will become my slaves.” Elizabeth whimpered at that. “While I will make sure to sell her to one of our most sadistic clients, you, on other hand, will be my personal slave. Except eating my pussy, and sucking cocks of every of my slaver employees, you will do work that I order you to.”
I paused.
“So this what you are going to do. When Katie comes in this weekend you will give her this sleeping pill.” I put a pill on table. “Then, when she loses consciousness you will change her into outfit in this bag, cuff her, gag her and put a blindfold on her eyes. Then you will set a room with few cameras and when your daughter wakes up you will torture and rape her. When you will be doing that you will speak to her how useless she is and how she is only good for fucking...and how you decided to sell her to some brothel... use your own words, be creative about it and make sure it looks that you mean it. Don't worry, we will provide all the equipment. What do you think slut... Och, you can speak now.”
I basically ordered her to enslave herself her daughter and give me blackmailing material on her. She could answer in only one way...
It took her a little time to gather herself enough to answer.
“I... will... not do... it...”
I sat silently looking at her until she slowly lowered her eyes. I knelt before her and slowly almost sensually tucked up her skirt. She moaned and raised her hips as I put my hands on her panties... then I ripped them off.
“First thing slut. If you refuse I will send you, Katie... and Collen to pit – yes the same you seen on videos, before shipping you all to the very sadistic client. Katie will get there anyway, her treason hurt me to much, so you can't change that. Collen may or may not end up as a slave – that depends on you. Your fate will be that of slave whether you like it or not but” I rise her panties and show them to her, they are drenched with her juices. “you like it. I showed you nothing but scenes of abusement, rape and slavery and you're overflowing with juices. Even now Sharon squeezes your nipples so hard that tears flow from your eyes and you love it... and when I told you that I will enslave you...” she shuddered. I smiled.
I smeared her face with her juices Then put it in her mouth. I didn't even said to hold it, she done so on her own.
“Now be honest”
I put my hand on her pussy, spreading it's lips with my fingers, teasing her.
“When I make you cum, do you want Sharon here to twist your nipples and bring you pain?”
She was silent for a while, but we kept her on edge. Finally she gave in. She hang her head in shame.
“...Yes...” came out her muffled voice.
I smiled and got to work. Her orgasm was probably the most powerful one she experienced in her life.
For rest of the week I trained and conditioned her. I gathered as much blackmailing material as it is possible. Finally I got my hands on her assets.
Then the weekend came.
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