The Factory Owner by AlbinoLoverAK
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A young slave disappoints her master. , He looked out over his property. As a factory owner, he owned everything he could see. This included the slaves. Each of them acquired at birth and raised how he wanted them raised. They were convinced they were lower than dirt. They looked on him as though he was a god. This was how he wanted it. Chelly, his personal aid, entered into the room and waited obediently by the door for him. He turned as smiled. Seeing her in the pale yellow sundress made him eager for her. He drew the shades and sat in his chair, back facing the window.
“Speak,” he barked. He always liked the fear that crossed her face. It was this fear that motivated her to ‘service’ him.
“The police and regulators were at the door again,” she said just loud enough for him to hear. This was grave news. He patted his lap and she came and kneeled before him.
“What did you say,” he asked gently.
“Nothing. I told them that you had the twelve locked away and you will punish them separately,” she said. Her hands went automatically to the buttons on his pants. The swelling in his pants pushed against the buttons making it hard for them to be undone.
“Well,” he asked prodding her to continue.
“They want us to turn over the twelve for a public execution,” she said. She had managed to release the swelling bulge from the confines of his pants and his underwear as well. It was always an impressive sight, 8 inches long and 5 inches around. He enjoyed pleasuring himself with his female slaves. It didn’t matter if they wanted to or not, if he wanted it, they had to provide.
“Done,” he said as she slid her mouth over the top of his penis. He let out a pleasurable groan as she took it all. Her head bobbed up and down for a few moments before she slowed and tickled him. He enjoyed how Chelly pleasured him. This was why he insisted she always greeted him this way. Good news or bad, it didn’t matter. She could always make things better with a kick ass blow job. Chelly finished and cleaned him up. He then got his jacket and walked out to meet with the police and regulators.
“I do not understand why you won’t hand over the accused,” the lead investigator said.
“Because you were asking the wrong person. My slaves have no power to answer to you. Please don’t demand or ask them to do things unless I have approved it first,” he calmly said. They were sitting around in his study and sipping brandy.
“I am more than prepared to hand them over. I wasn’t sure how I was to punish them anyways, seeing as we slave owners have no power to execute the wrong doers in our flocks,” he said eyeing the regulators.
“You may own the slaves, but they are still humans. As a human, they deserve at least the show of a fair trial,” one regulator said. They all knew that the slaves were not proven guilty but too keep from shaming the owner, slaves were the ultimate sacrifice. Even if they were innocent, the owner was obligated to ‘punish’ their slaves publicly in order to preserve both honor and control over their remaining slaves.
“May I speak with them privately before you remove them for punishment,” he asked the regulators. There was a general nod of agreement and he excused himself and walked down to the holding chambers. It was a sealed room that contained 30 separate cells that he usually kept pregnant slaves or recently acquired female slaves in. Only the slaves he acquired at birth were allowed out. All others were held in these chambers until he was finished with them and then sold again. Usually, female slaves were kept here for breeding purposes as well as some of the fathers of the babies. After the slave mothers birthed 5 babies, they were sterilized and sold into the sex markets. A few of them have disappeared. Only twelve cells were occupied at this time. One woman and eleven men waited for the moment on the gallows when the innocent will pay for the guilty’s crimes.
He stood in front of the row of 12 and called for their attention. Each of them, own from birth, looked up bewildered. The female was even crying.
“You have failed me,” he said. “There was an opportunity to serve your master honorably and you have refused to do so. You are nothing to me now. You have been selected to show what type of punishment will be handed down to those who dishonor their owners. The regulators and police are here and they know what you have done. They care not for your story, all they care about is justice and honor. If you wish to redeem yourself in my eyes, then take the punishment as strong slaves. You do not cry or cower. You may be punished for these misdeeds you have bestowed on me but I will forgive you of your transgressions when you have proven your worth. Silence is what they are looking for and silence is what you are to give them.”
The woman had stopped crying and was rubbing herself. She was obviously aroused by his speech. He too was aroused but he didn’t pleasure himself not did he allow himself to be pleasured by her. She was going to die frustrated. He lead the regulators in and they took each slave individually out. Each of them hooded and ready for hanging.
The gallows had been set up in front of the factory. He didn’t allow his ‘innocent’ slaves to watch from the windows, but instead opted to have them watch the TVs that he had set up. They all watched as the twelve were escorted and lined up. The crowed were jeering at them and yelling slurs. Some even threw food and debris at the condemned. He watched with satisfaction as the slaves stood stoically, waiting for their punishment. Slaves had been known to get out of punishment by pleading with the crowd to have their innocents proven. These slaves knew better.
A noose was slipped over each of their heads and tightened. A regulator stood at the far end ready to pull the lever. At the signal of another regular at the other end, the lever was pulled. Down all twelve went, their necks snapping at the end of the rope. The TV screens cut out and began to play the usual music again. He looked around to the slaves in the factory. Many of them were crying and frightened. He picked up the microphone for the loud speakers.
“This is what happens to those who dishonor their master. Do not fail me again or it could be you up there with a rope around your neck. That crowd will never grant mercy to those who embarrass their masters as those twelve had done. They had dishonored me and they were punished for it.”
He put down the microphone and went back into his office. He heard his foreman bark at the other slaves to get to work as the door closed. Chelly was waiting patiently for him.
“I feel the urge to violate another virgin,” he said casually. Chelly, who had started to open his pants stopped and stood back up.
“Shall I finish or would you like to see the young ones now,” she asked. He weighed the options and decided.
“I want to hear the scream of a girl as I make her a woman. It’s best that you wait and get me the line up,” he said. She bowed slightly and left the room. He stroked his hard cock and waited for the slave girls to walk in.