She refuses to switch slaves
From Create Your Own Story
Considering the offer for a moment Yashira declines Gabriella’s offer. You and Valeria breathe a sigh of relief that your mistress refused Valeria’s offer. 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. Yashira yanks your leash leaving Gabriella behind angry and unsatisfied.
“Gabriella move your ass you lazy bitch!”
She-Wolfs whip makes a loud smack when it connects with Gabriella’s bum. Gabriella seems a bit dim, She-Wolf was very specific that you should move quickly to the throne room, instead Gabriella just stood there stomping her foot in the floor from rage. She continues forward, muttering a curse of 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 has 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 group’s athletic slaves make 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 you and Valeria lay down before her like cheap decorations. Valeria on the other hand, unlike the other athletic slaves civilized style, sits down in a bean bag of all things. She looks so incredibly lazy as her body sinks into the bean bag with a bored expression on her face. Yashira eyes lit up with a fierce fire as another group enters the room. Her hatred for this new group is evident as she watches them with the eyes of a hungry hawk. 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 across the room.
“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 but also expand into the girls families and nationalities.
There is an deep hatred and rivalry between the two group of slaves no doubt. The garden slaves bow silently while looking 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 a 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 it. 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 him. 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.
Yashira’s body tenses in anticipation. One of the women seem to be Hispanic while the other seems to be from southeast Asia. The Hispanic woman seems 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.
Who wins?
