She exchanges you and Valeria with Gabriella’s slaves
From Create Your Own Story
Considering the offer for a moment Yashira decides to accept Gabriella’s offer. They switch leashes making you and Valeria exchange worrisome stares. Gabriella is sexually deviant in the worst way possible. Although your cult is open minded to all forms of sex, no matter how repulsive they might be, Gabriella’s sexual drive could potentially hamper with your mission.
Along with Valeria you bow your heads for your new mistress. Gabriella licks her lips seductively fantasizing about violating her new toys.
“Gabriella move your ass you lazy bitch!”
She-Wolfs whip makes a loud smack when it connects with Gabriella’s bum. Your new mistress seems a bit dim, She-Wolf was very specific that you should move quickly to the throne room, instead Gabriella just stood there inspecting her new slaves. She yanks your leashes and continues forward, muttering a curse or two silently along the way.
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The Master’s ego is painfully evident in the way he runs this estate. He has isolated himself from the rest of the world with some of the world’s most beautiful women at his disposal. Then he divided them into virgins, whores and a mistress. All the women who are virgins are trained day after day while the whores serve their every need and the She-Wolf keeps things running. This already is a pathetic nerds dream come true but nothing says inflated ego like building your own throne room.
In a massive hall with lots of open spaces your group have been lead to participate in something that She-Wolf called a virgin battle. On opposite sides of the room various comfortable chairs and sofas have been arranged. At the end of the room an impressive throne worthy of European royalty has been placed atop a platform accessible by stairs. Your groups athletic slaves makes themselves comfortable among the chairs and sofas at one of the sides while you and the rest of the slaves kneel down by their feet. Yashira chooses an Turkish style Divan to rest on while your own mistress, unlike the other athletic slaves civilized style, sits down in an bean bag chair of all things. She looks so incredibly lazy as her body sinks into the bean bag with a bored expression on her face.
But it doesn’t take long before Gabriella eyes lighten up with an fierce fire as another group enters the room. They look much like your own group, an collection of athletic slaves with two submissive garden slaves each. As one the athletic slaves on your side rises from their seats. They stare at their counterparts across the room with an deep hatred and then the insults are thrown.
“Filthy whores!”
“Cumgulpers!”
“Suck the shit from my ass you pack of prostitutes!”
That last spicy one came from Gabriella; despite being the least athletic of the group she commands the fiercest insults. She screams her insults with an deep passion and every word from her spoiled lips infuriate the group on the other side. Some of her other insults also involve shit butalso expand into the girls families and nationalities.
There is an deep hatred and rivalry between the two group of slaves no doubt. While the garden slaves bow silently and only try to look pretty the normally very cool athletic slaves grow red with anger from seeing each other. She-Wolf positions herself next to the throne and gets ready to make an announcement. The girls abruptly stop with their insults, the only one who shows signs of continuing is Gabriella but she too keeps her silence and returns to her seat.
She-Wolf makes her speech. “We who serve welcome the one. The holy one, the most exulted one, the conqueror of women. Our Master, the only Master.”
Every single woman in the room kneel deeply so that their forehead touches the marble floor. It’s an sign of utter devotion that even the prideful Gabriella and She-Wolf show no objection to. While your head is against the floor you cannot see The Master but you can hear heavy steps and the moans of women in heat. A loud, deep, masculine voice calls out. “Rise my slaves”.
As one all of you rises, Tomas Kopperhagen has changed much since becoming The Master. He is completely naked like his slaves allowing you to evaluate his body. His once thin, small frame has been turned into a mountain of fat as he stands almost three meters tall from the genetic modifications he has done to his body. Every part of his body is huge and fat. His fist is bigger than your head and his thighs are fatter than your waist. He has lost the ability to grow hair, making his pale white complexion look almost sickening. His face is a mess from all the plastic surgery done to it, now he could only be described as a hideous ogre. The surgeons got one thing right through, his cock. Its way more masculine and bigger than any other prick you’ve ever seen, with veins clearly visible across the entire length of his shaft. It’s a monster that is designed to hurt but also bring great unholy pleasure. The master always has three fanatical sex slaves following him. They practically hump his body, grinding their sexes against his skin in a fanatic attempt to get off from his body. They are his brainwashed slaves.
The fat ass moves over to his throne slowly and sits down on it. He is a man who has everything. Despite being the most unattractive man on the planet his women worship him. This has become routine to him, his eyes empty. Fucking the most beautiful women in the world and proving his masculinity by doing that has become an everyday occurrence to him. So without spirit he raises his hands and says. “Let the virgin battle begin!”
She-Wolf upon hearing his command screams “Enter!”
Both groups erupt like if they were on fire in an loud cheer as two women enter the room. They walk with their heads held high and their faces covered with golden masks. They are both part of the athletic slaves, you can tell by their flawlessly trained bodies and amazing figures. They wear only golden bras and thongs, leaving little to the imagination. They both bow before the masters and then face each other.
Gabriella yanks your leash harder in anticipation. One of the women seem to be Hispanic while the other seems to be from southeast Asia. The Hispanic woman seem to belong to your group while the other woman belongs to the new group. They strike different poses getting ready to fight the virgin battle.
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The two masked women engage in the ritual duel for hours. They fight their battle for dominance using grappling techniques rather than strikes so that they do not harm their valuable bodies. It’s an impressive display of skill, a true chess match. The two groups of slaves continue to shout profanities between themselves.
This is what the slaves have been preparing for. Their entire stay at the harem has prepared them for this, technique, physical and mental all honed to win at this moment. They fight with the focus of fanatics and for a while you don’t believe anyone of them would break, but one do. It takes several hours but the southeastern slave manages to trip the Hispanic slave to the ground. She mounts her fallen foe, sitting on her chest while keeping her arms down with her knees. This way her crotch is almost in her rivals face. She pushes her forearm down on the Hispanic slave’s windpipe choking her into submission.
“Stop we have a winner!” She-Wolf cries out. The other group goes hysterical. They jump up and down and embrace each other passionately. They act like they won the FIFA world cup, their joy knows no bounds. However the opposite is true on your corner. Indescribable shame fills the eyes of the women all around you. They have shown weakness in front of the master, dishonor most foul. Yashira, Gabriella and all other females on your side seem to withdraw in an inner shell from the shame, rendering them shadows of their former self. Gabriella takes the loss especially hard, being that she’s so emotional and all.
The Southeastern slave who won the duel is moved to tears. She has removed her mask which reveals her beautiful face with Asian features just like you thought. Her hair hangs proudly down her back. She holds the losing slave, who kneels besides her, tightly by her hair. She-Wolf walks down the stairs leaving the platform and her place next to the Master. She walks up to the winner and raises her hand in the air. “The winner and worthy of the Masters grace, representing Harem K, Pumwaree Namwong. She-Wolf probably got the pronunciation wrong but that didn’t spoil the celebrations. The girls from Harem K are still jumping up and down while flailing their arms in the air.
The girl breathes heavily, her ribcage moving up and down and her skin is drenched in sweat from exhaustion. By all right she should be on the verge of fainting right now, but the revitalizing energy that runs through her veins from haven won keeps her standing. She is happy, her life goal completed, her existence was validated. She looked up at the throne and watched her Master.
The Master grinned a big grin, his jagged teeth showing through his revolting face. She may just be another woman to him but to Pumawaree he was her everything. Tears of happiness started to run down her sweat covered cheeks. You still don’t know what she has won, but knowing The Master it’s bound to be something utterly perverted.
“Unmask the inferior loser.” She-Wolf says and points at the Hispanic slave who sits on her knees in silence. Behind that mask of hers she must be a broken face. Winning meant everything to her too, now her life has no purpose. She doesn’t move an inch as the triumphant winner walks over to her sitting body and tears of her mask.
It isn’t the many physical similarities between Valeria and her sister that makes you understand who she is; it’s the look on Valeria’s face. She has longed to find her lost sister for so long and now she can finally see her. Valeria is lost in the moment, any moment now she could just stand up and run over to her sister. If she does her cover is blown, and yours would be in danger.
