Harsh Training

It was a harsh sight. Brutal was the only way to describe it. But Master Khalil didn't train sex slaves to be soft and cutesy. He trained obedient, fuck-able slave girls to serve the whims of his buyers, and that meant the harshest sexual degradations and training known to women. Some called his methods too harsh. Privately he had admitted the truth to some...that sometimes he lost a few girls from each crop. It was a necessary evil, though. His slave girls were legendary in the black market. The 'Khalil brand' was second to none.

"Take a good look at those long, hard, cocks, ladies. You'll be sucking them as if your life depends on. I want to see your cock-slurping skills on full display. Begin!"

A row of concrete pillars, each about 5 feet high, spanned the space of the courtyard. Protruding from each concrete pillar was a long, thick, resin-forged shaft molded into a replica-cock with fake testicles underneath. There were seven naked girls in the courtyard gaping at the task before them: Stacey, Keisha, Valerie, Gaby, Rosa, and Jessica. All were part of the same group of sexy young models whom Khalil had arranged to have kidnapped last week from a cruise ship off of the coast of Africa.

The girls ranged from 18 to 24 years of age. All were gorgeous, with shaved pussies, firm young breasts... lush young bodies curved in every way a man desired. Valerie was a beautiful 22-year-old blonde, Keisha was the only black girl, Gaby and Stacey were brunette babes, Jessica was the redhead, and Rosa was the lone Latina of the set and perhaps the most flawless of them all. Now all of the girls had their wrists shackled in front of them with another set of shackles connecting their ankles. Metal chains around their necks were also connected to a lengthy chain going from one girl to the next until all the girls were connected to each other like puppets on the same string. Even if one captive was stubborn enough to try escaping, she would just get bogged down by the weight of all the others.

"What did I say, bitches? Get MOVING." Khalil was tall, about 6'4, quite muscular yet wiry. He held a whip in one hand and an electroshock wand in the other.

He smacked the whip across the Latina's perfectly sculpted ass. Rosa cried out and knelt down, engulfing the shaft with her mouth. She began moving her face rapidly back and forth, suckling on the red penis as if it was her lover's precious manhood. Beside her Keisha and Gaby both knelt quickly too, impaling their mouths on their appointed dildos. The black girl Keisha began to moan appreciatively as her mouth pumped back and forth, back and forth. Meanwhile Gaby was an even faster learner. The brunette was impaling her cute mouth rough and fast, moaning as if she was enjoying every inch of that prodigious cock.

"Not bad, sluts. It's a start," Khalil shouted. He walked over to Jessica, who was slurping frantically on her cock, but not frantically enough.

"You can do better, bitch. Here, let me give you some motivation." He thrust the shock-wand between her cunt lips and pressed the button. Jessica cried out with the shaft shoved half-way down her throat. Now he strode back over, walking down the line until he saw the lithe, sexy blonde named Valerie. She was sucking her cock with zealous abandon, her mouth making loud slurping-wet sounds as she coated the shaft with her saliva.

But it wasn't enough to please her Master's critical eye.

"Don't forget to fondle the balls! Lazy cunts!" He inserted the shock wand into Valerie's exposed pussy and gave her a sudden jolt.

"AAAAYYY!!! Please Master, I'm trying!" she squealed. The young blonde redoubled her efforts, her breasts still trembling from the pain as she engulfed the cock more fervently and massaged the fake testicles with both hands. Rosa began doing the same as her owner knelt behind her. Putting down the whip for a moment, he inserted two fingers into her sex. To his shock, he realized that she was a little bit moist.

"You little whore. This is turning you on, isn't it?" He hissed. Rosa didn't answer. The gorgeous Latina merely gurgled loudly as she slurped on the cock protruding from the concrete pillar. Her hands fondled the fake testicles as she drooled on the cock until strings of her saliva hung from her chin.

"Answer me, bitch." Khalil slapped Rosa's ass with an open palm. Then he slammed his open palm even harder across her exposed slit for good measure.

"OW!! Yes Master. This is making me wet," she groaned. As soon as she'd answered him, Rosa returned to sucking her appointed dildo. Her moans and muffled slurps filled the room, joined by the other girls as Khalil took a step back to survey the girls as a group. That's when he spotted the weak link. Stacey. The young brunette was only 18, and clearly inexperienced. She sucked her dildo awkwardly, moaning half-heartedly and clearly thinking she could fool him with the slightest dose of faked enthusiasm. She'd soon find out the hard way how wrong she was...

Khalil approached her from behind and yanked back on her chain-collar. She made a strangling noise as he turned her around.

"You worthless whore. You call that sucking!? That's pathetic kisses on the tip of my cock compared to what you should be capable of. Let's see if your teenage fuck-hole is more capable, then, shall we?" Before Stacey could react, he shoved her ass back against the pillar. Her eyes widened as her pussy sank onto the entire length of the red dildo, stretching her to the limit.

"Please Master. It's too big!" she wailed. But Khalil ignored her pleas. He thrust the shock wand against her breasts and sent electric shocks through her torso, barking at the girl all the while.

"Shut up and move that ass. Shake those tits and FUCK that dildo like your life depends on it...because it DOES." He watched Stacey's pretty face contorted into disbelief and horror as she felt her cunt being raped thoroughly by the thick dildo now filling her so completely. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she thrust her cute bottom backward, the better to engulf the dildo with her snatch. She groaned and begged for mercy, crying out occasionally thanks to more sharp jolts from Khalil's shock wand each time he thrust it against her tits.

"AAAYYY!! PLEASE! IT HURTS SO MUCH!" Stacey wailed. But Khalil noticed that some of her fellow captives were having a better time of it. Rosa, the sneaky bitch, had slipped one hand between her legs and was rubbing her clitoris furiously as she continued to impale her mouth on her red dildo and cup the fake red testicles with her other hand. Her moans had reached new heights. She was getting wet.

"I can smell your cunt cream from here, Latina slut. Good job," Khalil shouted. He walked over to Rosa and knelt down, fingering her pussy.

"Get both hands back on those testicles. I'll give you a reward for being a proper, horny fuck slave." Rosa obeyed. She returned her other hand to the red testicles, fondling them as she slurped louder than ever. At the same time, Khalil rubbed and cajoled Rosa's clit to a mind-obliterating climax. Rosa moaned with deep feeling as her cunt twitched on Khalil's fingers, coating it with her fluids and scent.

Khalil stood up and waved his hand for all the other slave girls to see as he walked a slow circuit around them all.

"Do you see, sluts? Slave Rosa knows what it means to be a well-behaved fuck slave. Watch her and learn from her. Make yourselves wet with desire. Focus your minds on the only things that matter now: sex and pleasing your future Master."

As he was saying this, he glanced over at Gaby. The 20-year-old brunette was cooing loudly, both hands between her legs as she caressed her own clit toward a violent climax. Sure enough, while gurgling and nearly gagging on the shaft stuffed half-way down her throat, the sexy brunette gushed and the orgasm tore right through her. Her fingers came away sticky with her juices as she kept huffing, panting, her breasts heaving as she continued suckling dutifully on the enormous red dildo between her lips.

By now, Khalil had walked up behind her. He grunted with disapproval.

"Not bad, slut...but you neglected the testicles in order to give YOURSELF more pleasure. That is selfish, and fuck slaves I train learn to never be selfish. You service your Master at all times and consider HIS comfort, HIS pleasure, before your own. For this you will be punished."

Gaby's mouth came up off of the dildo. "Oh please Sir, I'm sorry. I was trying to do as you asked. I'm thinking only about sex. I'm trying to be good. I'm - AAAYYY!!! OHH!!" Gaby squealed as Khalil thrust the shock wand right between her cunt lips, zapping her with a fresh jolt of electroshock. He slapped her across the face and then told her to turn around. She did, whimpering.

"Now get those cunt lips over that cock and ram your ass back until it's filling your disobedient pussy. Do it, bitch!" Soon Gaby was moaning along with her fellow slave girl Stacey. Both brunettes were groaning as they slammed their quims back to fuck the cruel, hard dildos that could rape their pussies without ever tiring. Khalil stood up and pinched Gaby's nipples, liking the way she groaned as he did so...and liking even more how those nipples pebbled up with arousal the longer she slammed her cunt back to engulf the unyielding red penis which stuck out of the concrete pillar like a cruel spike.

"Aaaaahh!! OHH!!! Please, Master. Please forgive this slave. My pussy can't take such a huge cock. UHH!" Gaby moaned.

But Khalil merely gave her a harsh stare as he cupped her chin and forced her to look into his eyes - eyes as cold as an Antarctic glacier.

"You will fuck that dildo and say 'Thank you' Master or I will shove this shock wand between your legs and give your pussy another jolt. What will it be?"

Gaby's fearful eyes widened. Her breasts jiggled as she rammed her cunt backward, fully encasing the shaft with her velvety-soft sex. "Thank you Master. I love fucking this dildo. I obey you, Master. Please don't hurt me!" Gaby wailed.

Satisfied that he was making progress, the slave trainer reached down to gently cup Gaby's breast with one hand. As he caressed the girl's supple cones, he murmured the two words that would come to mean the entire world to her, as soon as her training was complete:

"Good girl...good girl."

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Khalil arrived home late that night. He was exhausted after a long day of slave-training, but not nearly as exhausted as the slaves themselves. As he entered the first floor of the three-story beach-side mansion, he sighed with satisfaction.

Here, Khalil was a different person. Here, he was a loving husband. If there were many contradictions walking the world, then Khalil might have been the most twisted of them all. How could a loving husband also lead a double life as a brutal sexual dominant and sadist? Yet that's exactly what Khalil had been doing for five long years...

The slave master heard the shower going and made his way up the spiral marble staircase. On the second floor, he could smell the jasmine and watermelon-scented shampoo his wife loved to use. She was singing in the shower, her angelic voice reaching out like a special gift meant only for him.

Ravenna loved him, that was the scary part. She knew nothing of his real life. Five years ago, ironically enough, he'd rescued her from a human-trafficker - a competitor of his. The moment he'd laid eyes on Ravenna, those soft, warm brown eyes had captivated him. Yes, he'd fallen in love, he'd been smitten...because even monsters were capable of that. Now, five years later, he had finally married her. All his 22-year-old wife knew was that Khalil was a powerful crime boss involved in smuggling illegal goods. She was so innocent and naïve that it had never occurred to her that his 'goods' were in fact people.

Before they had married, he had given Ravenna an ultimatum of sorts: 'This is the price of being with me. I will always love you and protect you and honor you. But you will NEVER ask me about my business. That is the hard life that I lead to provide for myself...to provide for us. For us to have a future together, you have to accept this.'

To his surprise, she'd agreed...which was good, because even if she'd said no, he would have just kidnapped her and worn down her will to resist. Maybe she'd said yes because she had a special bond with him. The special bond formed ever since that day he'd saved the frightened 17-year-old girl she once was.

Pulling away from his thoughts, he followed the sound of Ravenna's voice.

"Honey?" Now Khalil walked through the master bedroom and saw his wife standing in the shower behind the transparent glass partition. She was so beautiful, just breath-taking. She was medium height, slender, with full, firm breasts, and lush, mahogany brown hair that fell like tresses of silk to the small of her back. She had some Hispanic ancestry, some Caucasian, some Inuit. She was like the perfect combination of genetics, that's all Khalil could think as he gazed at the woman he loved.

"Ravenna." He opened the sliding glass door as she turned to him and struck a seductive pose.

"You're home quite late," she pouted. Khalil leaned into the shower and kissed her. He'd intended to pull back out and go change, but she pulled him in with her, completely soaking him, clothes and all. He pressed her against the wall. His cock was stiff. He hadn't fucked any of the slaves during today's training. He never did. Ever since the day he'd met Ravenna, he could make love to no other woman. He could fuck no other woman. He could put his cock in only one pussy: hers.

"Miss me much?" he growled between kisses. She merely moaned as her hands efficiently unbuttoned his soaked shirt. He shrugged out of it and discarded the sopping-wet garment at their feet. Ravenna was already kneeling, unbuckling his belt, making his pants fall around his ankles. His cock sprang out, a living thing with pulsing veins, hard as a slab of granite. She stared at it. Her fingers grasped the base, slowly pumping up and down as her smoldering gaze met his.

"I've been waiting for you to get home, baby, so I could do this." Her mouth quickly found his cock. Her lips formed a tight seal around his stiff erection. She sucked greedily on the tip. He groaned as if his entire soul was being sucked directly from the tip of his manhood. Ravenna adjusted her wet hair away from her face. Her luxuriant hair was half-plastered to her skull as she pumped her mouth up and down, up and down, with such dedication. All the while her hands gently kneaded the muscles of his ass.

"Ravenna... Ohhh!" Khalil sighed. He gently gathered her hair on top of her head so that it wouldn't fall back down and get in the way. He proceeded to stroke her shoulders and groan appreciatively as she sucked him hard.

"MMMPPPH!!! SLURP! UHHH!" was all Ravenna could gurgle as she took him balls-deep, so deep his sac jostled gently against her chin as she slurped back and forth, back and forth, her mouth impaled on his shaft so thoroughly that he felt like he might die of happiness. He marveled at his little vixen slurping fervently on his shaft until traces of pre-cum were seeping onto her tongue. That only seemed to make her suck more eagerly, a woman worshipping his cock as if it was the only thing that mattered. His knees gave out. He sank down heavily on the tiles of the bathroom floor as she began tenderly sliding her tongue up and down his length, only to smother his cock once more with her hot little mouth. He reached underneath her with both hands to gently fondle and caress those sexy tits, groaning his encouragement as she tried to suck him dry. Then, in the last moment before the throes of orgasm would have made his churning balls explode, he managed to push her back and hold off his release.

"Let's stand up, darling. I don't want to waste my precious cum. Not yet. Hop on."

"I missed you today. Where were you?" his wife whined. But she mounted him even as the disapproval in her voice vanished, replaced by her sigh as his cock sank deep up her cunt. Her hands were gripping his back as his cock slid through her tight slit. Her ass cheeks felt the cold tiles of the bathroom wall as he pinned her there with his masculine bulk. He thrust up into her again and again and again, grunting with a rhythmic cadence as he fucked this woman who drove him absolutely crazy with affection...and desire.

"Where were you?!" his wife repeated, panting as they fucked, her tone letting him know he couldn't get by without answering her.

"Work...uh...was...uh...very demanding...uh!" he managed, his grunts deepening as his shaft felt the delicious squeeze of her vice-like cunt around his girth.

"Was it?" she panted. Her eyes looked at him with tenderness, love...and lust. "Time to forget about all that. Now kiss me," she ordered. He leaned forward, their lips joining as her tongue took power over his. He didn't mind. In fact, he loved it. He kissed her back so voraciously that he almost forgot to breathe. Her hips hugged his waist as he kept lancing his shaft deeper and deeper into her soft, welcoming wetness. She cooed louder the more he fucked her. The way she moaned drove him wild. It made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

Then her hands were clenching as the orgasm exploded in her loins. Her cunt gripped his cock like a tightened fist, spurring him to an eruption of his own. He groaned a low, plaintive cry as he blasted his wife's pussy with his seed. He kissed her ferociously as he pinned her against the wall, pumping her full of his cum...until at last, realizing he was leaning against her so that he had her breasts crushed against his chest, he stepped back and pulled her to him. He enfolded her in his arms. She sighed and nuzzled against him. They just stood there like that until the water from the shower finally went from hot to warm, warm to lukewarm. Lukewarm to cold...

Khalil turned off the water and handed his wife a towel. Later, as they lay in bed, his naked body draped over hers, she shifted restlessly.

"What is it, love?"

Ravenna turned. Her innocent eyes looked happy...but somehow unfulfilled...as if she was searching for something she'd never find.

"Lately you've been working a lot, and I've been thinking..."

He frowned, not liking the expression on her face or the tone in her words. His hand slipped down to her sex, toying with her clit. She gasped.

"Khalil, stop." Her protests died as he fingered her slowly but surely to an intense climax, her cunt cream leaving a distinct wet spot on the sheets. Then he gathered her back into his arms, thinking he'd safely dodged a bullet.

He hadn't. A half hour later she nuzzled him back awake.

"Khalil, we need to talk."

"About what?" he said sleepily.

"I know when we married, I promised not to ask...but part of me wonders..."

"Wonders what?"

"This life with you, I wouldn't trade it for anything. But what if we could really be free?"

"What do you mean?"

Ravenna's fingers stroked his cheek. "You always have bodyguards escorting me wherever I go. We've built a life here, yes, and I love the friends I've made here. But I worry about you. Sometimes you're gone for days on end, and you won't tell me where. You won't—"

"This was all part of the bargain, darling. You knew it the day you agreed to marry me. I warned you. You knew that you were not marrying Prince Charming. I am not even the Dark Prince. I am the Black King, someone people fear. A man who takes what he wants in a harsh world." He spread her thighs, got on top of her, and inserted his re-invigorated penis into her pink opening. She whimpered, her hands clamping around his muscular arms as he began a thorough, cunt-penetrating rhythm.