The three slaves kneel panting by the bedside, each moving up and down rhythmically. Between each of their legs is a dildo, stuck to the floor and now drenched with their juices. Their slim bodies twisting and writhing while being impaled by them. The puddles beneath them were an inconvenience, but since I would have to clean the room soon anyway, I decided it didn’t matter.

Kneeling on the bed, my erection throbbing with purpose, I call Sofia up onto the mattress. As she crawls up eagerly, the dildo pulls roughly out of her moist pussy. Sofia has always enjoyed that pain and trembles slightly as it happens. I like that about her.

The others girls moan as they watch her go, both in jealousy and anticipation. They know that tonight is a night with endless possibilities. It’s a celebration of desire, of passionate excess. To have these girls willing to go to any length, any extreme to please me is my truest fantasy. To have it come to life before me is an ecstasy beyond compare.

Sophia is on her hands and knees in front of me, bent over like a dog and panting like one as well. Her tight pussy and ass are presented towards me while she faces her own reflection in the mirrors. I know Sophia enjoys that: to see herself being used, to see the depths that she’ll go to. In taking my fantasy, I was giving her one of her own as well.

It’s not that I don’t care about my slaves’ pleasure, it’s just that I enjoy my own so much more. As I enter Sophia roughly from behind, she cries out in that strange mix of pain and pleasure. I’ve kept the slaves’ dildos large, but not as large as me. I want it to hurt each time I enter. This reminds them who owns them, and shows me their abject servitude when they continue to suffer willingly.

I can see her staring into her own eyes in the mirror, knowing that she has lost herself. Her breasts hang down from her chest like udders and sway each time I thrust into her. That degradation and dehumanization is another one of my pleasures: to have a girl cast away the very things that make her human in order to satisfy me. Sophia knows this. She has accepted it.

I grab her hair with my left hand and pull her head back. Her eyes look to mine in the mirror as she feels my thick member throbbing deep inside her.

“You Know What I Want To Hear, Slave. Tell Me What A Slave Is Good For.”

I feel her tremble on me and her eyes unfocus briefly. Her pussy has become even wetter.

“i am your slave, master. i am here for you to fuck, torture and kill.”

I grunt as I pound into her harder. Wrapping my left hand further into her hair, with my right I pick up the knife I laid aside earlier.