All works of fiction, though the laws in the US really are that fucked up LOL
My wife and I are in what we tell people is an arranged marriage. I did the arranging, her father signed the papers, she got married. I was also out a shit ton of money, but that’s how it goes with investments. I picked her like other men pick mares. Nice teeth, high metabolism, good genes, well kept, in tact. The last part was just for me, but it definitely sweetened the deal.
I took out a loan at 25 years old and bought my wife based on her merits. Her eyes are a rare shade of gray, her hair a brilliant mane of sunshine yellow, so light it’s almost white. Milky skin, rosy lips, you see it in de***********ions of women all the time, but you have to pay to make your fairytales a reality.
She came meek, and easy to use. There was no fight on our wedding night, just my hard jabs, and her soft cries as I deflowered her. Bruises of my firm hands purpled her perfect flesh for the first few weeks of our union. She came with the name Natalia, but it didn’t really matter. I didn’t speak to her really. She knew her duty and had been raised to obey the non-verbal expectations of serving her husband. It had been drilled into her since birth.
I’m a rich man, but when I bought Natalia I had only the loan to my name. With the remainder I bought farm land in the south and fucked my wife until she produced my asset. Our first girl was born just after Natalia’s 18th birthday. Natalia loved and doted on her, but always kept a distance. I named her Clover, and waited a week before I began fucking Natalia again. Just as promised Natalia was incredibly fertile with a long family line of women on both sides, she gave birth to Lilac ten months later.
By thirty I had five children all about one year apart each prettier than the next. Men came and watched them run and play, it was normal in our household for a child to be running in the field and be scooped up by a large man to inspect her teeth or check the color of her eyes.
They helped their mother cook and clean, ate a well balanced diet, Clover, Lilac, Daisy, Tulip, and Rose were all were spoken for by my 35th birthday. All of this portion of my business was entirely legal by the way. In most states, you must be at least 18 years old to marry. However, state laws make exceptions if minors have parental consent, the approval of a judge or are recognized as adults. Minors of any age can legally marry in 25 states if they meet their state's exceptions. We of course lived in the state with the lowest minimum age requirement, if our daughter’s newly found husbands happen to give us a large birthday check, non was the wise. It helped that the local judge was one of our buyers.
All girls resembled their mother. Angelic hair, gray eyes, though Daisy’s were blue, and Rose’s were gray blue, petite frames, and delicate features. Our farmhouse looked like a fairytale, with little spites dashing about the yard. Clover was the hardest the train. She would wriggle in her suitor’s lap whenever he visited. While he said he didn’t mind that was not the reputation I wished to create, so she was frequently punished behind closed door.
Rose was by far the most beautiful. I knew when I saw her she was going to fetch the highest price, dark pink lips, and long lashes with a light sprinkle of freckles. The gray blue of her large eyes gave off the image that she was always near tears, she was also the most docile, having been raised with the example of her sister’s disobedience. The youngest of them she would take the longest to payoff, but her amount more than made it worth it.
I often fucked Natalia in front of the girls. Sometimes in planned sessions styled as lessons for what to and what not to do, but others were spontaneous. Natalia would serve us dinner and I’d grab her by the neck, slamming her against the table pumping into her with rapid hard thrusts. She would cry out and moan as I pulled at her hair and the girls would see me slap her until she subsided. My cock my a large and veiny rod and as I slid and out of their mother the girls always had fear in their eyes and always obeyed the next few days.
When Clover was a year out from her wedding we received a list of demands for specifics in her training. He wanted her to fight and claw, but also mew with pleasure and give in. I never entered Clover, but began dry humping her in various positions, play acting until she got it right. Thank god he wanted a fighter, because Clover always had fire in her eyes as I mounted her, my hard cock bulged in my pants and her nails dug into my skin, our eyes would lock with sweat beading down our faces after hours of training. It was most difficult to her to play at pleasure, but with her mother’s guidance by her wedding night it was reported that she had begged for more and he had gone five rounds in a single night.
Lilac’s best asset was her lips. Pouty and round, she often looked like a porn star whenever she sucked on a lolly pop. Naturally, I sold her as a blowjob specialist and started her training early. This training was much easier as it was as simple as she was expected to sit facing the wall sucking on dildos mounted to the wall in various sizes. Watching her deep throat a ten inch cock almost made me try her myself, but one word to the customer and it would diminish her return, so I took it out on Natalia instead, face fucking her with a tight hold on the back of her head, determining when and if she was to breathe.
Our judge signed off on his new wife and for the reception allowed a close knit group of guests to have a turn. I was lucky enough to be invited. Lilac knew me more as a master than a father, and when I snapped my fingers she surrendered to her knees like a well trained bitch. She took all of me as the group of men smoked cigars, hooting and hollering as I came and she licked me clean, her small tongue lapping my seed up like one of her lollipops.
Daisy was sold as a brood mare, like her mother. With the understanding and paperwork to say there would never be a sale from her offspring in this state as to not conflict with my future sales. She had the largest tits of the bunch and I later invested in her breast milk for a cut in the profits. When I took a business trip to inspect the product Daisy had had two girls and was pregnant. She was on all fours, hooked up to a large suctioning machine that pulled on her now even larger jugs. She panted as it began to fill, and got a hard slap on the ass when she began to moan too loudly. I made note to fix this in future products.
By Tulips wedding Natalia was pregnant again. I had inserted an IUD to prevent births and focus on current investments, but the money had been rolling in and it was time to continue our empire. Tulip cried often, and on the day of the wedding wouldn’t stop. The customer grew angry and insisted on marrying Rose instead. He had impatiently chosen Tulip as Rose was not able to be married for another year and not was paying the price with Tulip. The wedding was postponed and I was stuck trying to figure out what to do with Tulip.
It was against my policy to fuck with product. I’d come close a couple times, but Tulip almost sent me over. I wanted to fuck the tears out of her. Finally I settled on a ball gag, muzzle, and the advice,
“Just break her in a few times. I can’t give you Rose, but I guarantee she’s good for you by the end of the month with frequent use, or you can have half your money back.”
It was agreed, and the day of the wedding Tulip was literally gagged as she exited the court house.
Rose was going to a high roller. He was also huge into BDSM and needed a sub wife. She was the perfect fit. In her year of training I took extra special care to make sure she was flexible, docile, and obedient. She was only allowed to answer with “Yes Sir”, “No Sir”, etc. I bought heels for her with locks on the straps so only I could open them, she ate her food off the floor and her bed was removed so she could sleep at the foot of ours. Her diet was strict, and she was required to wear waist trainers at meal times. Rose was a gorgeous girl, almost unreal in appearance. Fitted with a collar, corset and heels I could barely stand to be near her. I admit she was my favorite, and the most enjoyable to train. Sometimes I lay her over my lap and would spank her just to hear the noises she made. Soft gasps, as my hand firmly slapped her perfect round ass. Her perky tits would jiggle and despite not needing to, I found myself massaging them, and lifting her up, arching her back and suckling on her perfect pink nipples. Her glassy eyes would plead at me, whether to stop or continue I was never sure, that was part of her draw.
Her Dom came to inspect her a week before the wedding and she performed beautifully. Eyes down cast, lip quivering, and when he tightened her dollar to the last buckle she merely slowly her breathe to accommodate him. Before he left the Dom lifted her chin, turning her face side to side, before looking her in the eyes.
“Your father’s been merciless in his training of you. But you don’t know true pain. I’ll make sure you do.” and with that he kissed her on the lips, forcing her mouth open with his own and sliding his tongue down her throat. Then he left. I had never been more envious.
Petunia was clenched in her mother’s arms, staring at her sister and her future, eyes wide and gray. She was a pretty thing, but paled in comparison to Rose, I would have to try for another soon, I had forgotten about Natalia entirely when prepping Rose, but time was money, and I was losing profits.
I fucked Natalia that night, making Rose watch. As I drove into her mother, I made her look at me, her alluring eyes meeting mine, only flinching the tiniest bit as I thrust into her mother, pretending it was her.
When I say she was the most expensive, I meant it. After Rose’s wedding, I could live beyond my means. I was able to purchase two more brood mares, hire a trainer, and do nothing besides fuck and travel. I found underground competitions where the best in show could win prizes, and before I knew it I was merely having a third party inject Natalia with my seed, and fucking the other two when it suited me.
I was at at gala showing off one of my assets, a slim brunette with dark green eyes and perfect legs, when I saw Rose.
She was older now, about 23 and had bloomed into a truly stunning creature. She looked elegant in a thin silk dress that highlighted her curves. A black collar nestled tightly around her throat, with a small silver chaining dipping into the neckline of her dress. She wore heels similar to the ones I trained her in, locked at her ankles but two inches in length. Her hair cascaded in perfect waves down her back just brushing a firm, round ass. Her collar was attached to a leach that tied around one of the pillars. While she was one of many in a similar fashion, she sparkled in comparison.
“What area is that?” I asked a man passing out martinis.
“The exhibition area. They’re about to start an auction for a live show.”
I snapped my fingers at the brunette I had with me and she dropped to her knees in silent submission. My legs took me to the table, and within minutes I had registered for the silent bid.
Rose was fourth to be called. I automatically waved my panel up without hesitation until I was the last bidder on the floor. While Rose remained submissively looking down I made eye contact with her Dom. He raise a glass in my direction and a handler gave me a small golden key. The key to her collar.
The stage was cleared after a rather boring missionary followed by a blow job and it was my turn. A lavish bed was made up, a flat circle so viewers could watch the scene at all angles. I was going to give them a show.
Rose was lead up on stage and I stepped up to meet her. Key in hand, I unlatched her leash and slowly brushed her dress straps to the side, the slinky fabric gave way immediately falling to the ground. I was greeted by lovely flawless skin, supple breasts, and a decorative chain intricately tangled across her hour glass form. Her body quivered under my touch as I slowly explored her with my hands. Pinching her nipples and massaging her pussy lips. She let out a small sigh, and tilted her head back as I began kissing her neck. She reacted to every small touch and caress.
Pressing her onto the bed, my cock jutted out like a missile ready to launch. The folds of her pussy were soft and waxed, she smelled of lavender and honey. Right before I entered her I lifted her chin and had to meet my eyes. Those same doleful, pleading eyes stared up at me, and then widened in fear and shock. I chose then moment to thrust into her body for the first time, the hard jolt of my bulbous cock entering her froze the expression upon her face as she took a sharp breathe, cut off my my second and more forceful stab into her. I had been raping her with my eyes since she could walk and now I lay gripping her in my arms, fucking her. I continued to fuck her, her gasps filling the room, all of the onlookers murmured in approval.
Having made her do the slits, backbends, and gymnastics her whole life, I knew just what she was capable of. I reared her leg up, pressing it into her should and bucking into her for rapid jabs. When I folded her in half, holding her legs down as I fucked her the crowd grew more impressed. Tears spilled from her large eyes, trickling down her freckled face. Her red lips were parted as she in took short, quick breathes. Her collar was so tight around her throat I could see bruising from the buckle as she gasped. Her fingers were clenched and digging into the satin sheets, she was trained not to moan, but as much as I had trained her I suddenly wanted to, no needed to break her.
Flipping her over I ground back into her pussy, balls deep. The chains curling around her body worked as a harness and I truly felt like I was riding her like a horse. The chain pulled at her waist and neck, buckling her back and stabbing my cock into her tight hole. And god was it tight. It cinched around my cock like a vise, allowing me to explore her body with my other hand without breaking pace. I squeezed and pinched at her breasts, her ass rippled with each push and I found myself slapping it, bruises purpling her flesh like a flower in bloom. I did not hold back. I was a mad man, and at some point, over an hour, I was moving in and out of her so rabidly and with so much force and speed her voice broke and she let out the deepest, most pleasure or sorrow filled moan I had ever heard.
“You like that?” I yelled, “You want more?” spittle flew from my lips and I roared at her, she moans “yes!” and I wondered if it was her training or her that was responding. Her slit became wet and I felt myself burst inside of her. Cum overflowed and seeped out of her pussy, and as I dropped her she didn’t hold form but gasped and collapsed below me. As the handlers carried her away her eyes were dazed, I realized I’d fucked her senseless.
I happily paid the bidding price, and handed her Dom the key. I’d just cum years of built up lust and pent up erotic fantasies and was the most satisfied I’d been in years, if not ever. I watched as my legacy was drug off the stage, legs wobbly like a new fawn.That night I had the best sleep of my life. Rose no longer had a hold on me, like the others, she was just simply another conquest conquered.