Slave Mansion Ch. 02

~o Never Amongst Friends o~

Sarah had spent the last week sucking cock and being fucked in the ass. Thomas wanted to make sure that she was ready when he took her to the brothel. He had invited his friend Desmond to the house for the week and the two of them took turns pounding her holes. Sarah was bent over a chair in the parlor, getting slammed deep and hard in the ass by Desmond while Thomas critiqued her. After Desmond shot his load into her, he gave her ass a slap and sat down to rest. Still naked and with an ass full of fresh cum, Sarah immediately refilled his brandy glass. She then went over and refilled her master's. Once the glass was full, she set the brandy aside and got down on her knees and sucked her master's cock.

"I don't know why you are bothering with this brothel business," Desmond said to Thomas. "I'll lend you any money that you need. It really isn't an issue."

"Absolutely not," Thomas replied. "Money is the death of friendship. I'll sort it out myself. The brothel should work out perfectly fine. Perhaps a bank loan."

"That would be difficult for you, Thomas. You have no family name nor any current lines of credit. Can the guild loan you something?"

"The point is to discourage people," Thomas said. "It won't have to be much, just enough to buy another cheap slave like this one. Having two working in a brothel would speed things up considerably."

Desmond asked, "why not sell this one to the brothel and buy a better slave? Surely her value has increased a little now that she can suck a cock properly."

"No brothel would pay much for her," Thomas explained. "Whoring her and selling her are two different things. Selling her pussy for two gold a time would be a better use of her then selling her outright for next to nothing. No, it has to be the way I decided on."

"I'll tell you what," Desmond said, "you won't take a loan from me but I can help you secure a bank loan. I'll go in with you and you can use my family name to get a little money. At least let me do that for you. After all, I owe you for getting me through University."

Thomas sighed and relented. "Very well. I have the brothel meeting today so let's do the bank tomorrow."

"Perfect."

Thomas came in Sarah's mouth. She was sure to swallow every drop this time.

~o Turmoil in the Temple o~

It was a scandal. Gold was gone from the temple coffers. There was an uproar and an outrage and the investigators needed to find a guilty party quickly. Matriarch Sylvia had an idea of who it should be as well. It would be one of her own nuns, a young, gentle woman that was gaining popularity among the people. The young nun's name was Iris, who Matriarch Sylvia saw as a threat to her political power. "She has to be destroyed," Sylvia said to one of her lackeys.

The whole thing had been arranged. The gold would go missing and then be found in Iris' room by the investigators. Sylvia's rival would be ruined and despised. It had gone remarkably well.

Iris was dragged in chains before the magistrate and found guilty. Her sentence was to be sold into slavery, the proceeds going to the temple to pay for her crime against it. Matriarch Sylvia was overjoyed with the magistrate's decision and publicly proclaimed him a most holy and just man.

Iris was taken to Grady at the docks to be auctioned off. She was taken to the auction block still in her nun's habit. However, no one dared to bid on her. No master dared train her for fear that it would bring the wrath of the gods upon them. Iris was put in the pens with the other unsold.

By law, any slave not sold within three months must be turned free. This infuriated Matriarch Sylvia. She couldn't allow Iris to walk free. There were those who thought her innocent already. Iris had to be humiliated and corrupted. It was absolutely necessary. Matriarch Sylvia had to find someone willing to buy and spoil the purity of Iris.

~o Negotiating a Whore o~

Madame Darla was a busty woman with raven black hair and a mouth that looked designed for sucking cock. She sat behind a desk wearing a red corset in a room with a rather tasteless pink wallpaper. She had an arrogant little smile as she looked over the young and unknown, Thomas Gray.

"The only reason I am seeing you is as a favor to Mr. Sanford," she said to Thomas who sat across from her. "He keeps me on good terms with the slavers guild."

"Yes," Thomas replied, "it is vital for whores who run their own brothels to do so. Otherwise, you just end up someone else's property with the rest of the pussy."

"Quite a tongue," she said. "What did you study at University? I don't think they offer courses in pussy."

"Alchemy, and no they do not."

Madame Darla studied Thomas' face for a moment before deciding that he was someone she could do business with. "Alchemy? I could use something from you. Perhaps you can supply me with a sex drug to use on my whores. Something to increase their stamina and keep them working."

Thomas thought about it. "I can do that. Sarah gets sold at two gold a time, one goes directly to me. The price of your sex drug will be negotiated when I finish the first batch. I won't know how much it is until I figure out the materials needed."

"I want exclusive access to that drug," Madame Darla replied.

"I don't think so," Thomas said. "I can sell it to you on discount if you agree to take in any slave I wish to whore and help train her."

"I need exclusive access to that drug," she insisted.

"Let me see what ingredients I need first," Thomas said as he stood. "In the meantime, two gold a turn and she starts tonight."

"Very well," Madame Darla agreed. "I'll see her tonight. When can I expect my sex drug?"

"When I finish it," Thomas said as he left.

~o Hit the Books o~

The bank loan would have to wait. Perhaps it wouldn't be necessary at all. That was Thomas' hope upon returning home to the Gray House. He made his apologies to Desmond, telling him that he was going to be swamped in work with this new opportunity. Desmond understood and was happy for his friend. Not wishing to be an unnecessary guest and burden, Desmond left the Gray House that afternoon. Thomas went straight to work in his study, going through his books.

Sarah came in with tea and set it down on the desk. "Master, someone is here to see you."

"Not now," he said.

"Master," Sarah continued, "it's the matriarch of the temple."

That was odd, what would she want with someone like Thomas Gray? Thomas set down his books and went into the parlor where Matriarch Sylvia was waiting. It caught him a little off guard. Never would he expect her of all people to be visiting his house. He asked, "can I help you?"

"A man named Grady said that I should come and see you," the matriarch said. "That you can be of service to the temple."

Matriarch Sylvia was an attractive if icy woman. She stood straight and rigid as if afraid to show any signs of her femininity. Her face had a regal beauty to it, so it was no surprise that Thomas later found out that she was a member of a royal family. Why she was resigned to the temple when she had royal blood was a mystery.

"Very well," Thomas said, "what do you need of me?"

"To purchase a slave named Iris from Grady," she explained. She reached under her robe and produced a small bag of gold. She tossed it on the tea table. "Pay for her with that," Sylvia said. "That gold will go right back to the temple so don't worry about that. Once you have Iris, she is your property to do with as you please."

Thomas picked up the pouch and opened. He examined a few of the coins inside. They each had a tiny defacing, a small circle with an x in it. They weren't scratched in. They were melted and restamped with a very specific seal. Thomas nodded and accepted the pouch. "Very well," he said. "Consider it done, matriarch."

Sylvia smiled coldly at him. "A thousand blessings upon you, Thomas Gray. I bid you good day."

"And you as well."

Matriarch Sylvia left swiftly and quietly under cloak and hood. Thomas stood near the fire in the parlor for a minute, holding the pouch of temple gold in his hand. It was an opportunity too hard to pass up, but he knew there was a reason that official masters and slave trainers refused to buy Iris. It wasn't just the gods to worry about, getting involved in temple politics was a dangerous prospect.

~o The New Whore o~

It was still early in the evening when Thomas walked Sarah through the streets of the city to the brothel. The sun had only just begun to set, so there was plenty of light out. Walking down crowded streets in her slutty outfit was more humiliation than she could have ever imagined.

Thomas walked her by a leash attached to the front of Sarah's slave collar. He even took a longer route than necessary, taking Sarah through her the neighborhood where she once lived with her family. She felt the eyes of her former neighbors watching her as she passed. Thomas wanted to cruelly humiliate her, let the entire city see the depths that she had fallen and he did just that.

They finally reached the brothel after a long tour around the most public and crowded places in the city. He even walked her pass the temple just after evening prayer. A temple she once piously prayed at. Now even the gods knew that she was his piece of pussy. A piece of pussy that was going to be sold nightly from now on.

Inside the brothel, Thomas and Sarah were greeted by Madame Darla. She looked over Sarah carefully, played with her breasts a little and grabbed her ass. "Good," Darla said. "I can make a whore of her. I'll see that she makes plenty of money for us. What shall we call her here when she's working here? Just Sarah?"

"I hadn't thought of that," Thomas admitted.

"Some masters like them to work under different names. It's the only reason I ask."

"Cumslut," Thomas said while removing the leash from Sarah's collar.

"Very well," Darla said. "Come come, Cumslut. We have plenty of men for you to serve. As far as our little side venture?"

"I'm working on it," he said. "Use her hard. I expect gold, whore."

"Of course," Darla said. She took Sarah by the wrist. "Let's get you sucking some cock."

Sarah was led into a large parlor with red wallpaper and plush furniture. There were all sorts of men about with several whores working the room. Pussy was a booming business but Darla's competition was eating her alive. She needed an edge and an alchemist supplying a sex drug was exactly the sort of edge she needed. In that interest, Darla took Sarah around the room and presented her to each of the gentlemen, some not as gentle as the others.

One such gentleman was interested. He asked, "what's your name then?"

Sarah hesitated for a moment. "Cumslut, sir." She couldn't believe that she had just said it, referring to herself by such a filthy name.

The gentleman grabbed her enormous breasts and started playing with them. "How much?"

"Two gold is all, sir," Darla told him.

"A cheap little whore," the gentleman said. "I know exactly what to do with you."

He paid Darla two gold and took Sarah into one of the back rooms. It was small, candlelit with a bed and a chair in one corner and a wash basin in the other. Sarah had her dress off in no time and the client was groping at every soft curve of her naked body.

He fucked her on her back. He slammed and pounded her like the cheap piece of pussy he paid for. Sarah moaned with each hard thrust of his cock, his face buried between her breasts. He came quickly.

After he left the room, Sarah washed herself and dressed. She went out where Darla put her with another client right away. This one took her in a backroom and fucked her from behind. The next was a group of three. They each took turns fucking her in the ass one right after the other. After that, she sucked their cocks and swallowed all three's cum.

So, Sarah became Cumslut and was used hard all night just as Thomas wanted. She was grateful when it was over but knew that she would have to come back the next night and do it again. This would be every night until she was used up and discarded. She wasn't worth anything more than a brothel cum dumpster and Sarah knew it. All that she could do was serve her master.