Date: Wed, 8 Apr 2015 19:54:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: reiedogawa@yahoo.com
Subject: Paradise World 2

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Paradise Word 2

I woke the next day at midmorning. The sun was shining and the breezes
flowing. The room smelled of cedar and pine, a heady scent. I reached out
for my black haired slave boy, and found him gone. I went looking for him
and found him in the kitchens working.

I was angry. I hadn't dismissed him and here he was not attending to me. A
part of me realized that he was just doing his job, but if I didn't do
anything about it now, the slaves would lose their respect for me, which
would diminish me in the eyes of the locals. I summoned the whole staff to
the dining room.

The whole staff came and I laid down the laws. No slave was to have any
kind of sex with anyone without my permission. No slave was to leave my
presence without being dismissed. All orders were to be followed without
question. I then relented somewhat. I informed them that if there were
problems they could come to me. If they weren't sure about something, then
they needed to come to me. I wanted things done right. Finally, I informed
them of my punishment system.

I called the boy up in front of everyone. I informed them that punishments
were to be watched by all. I shoved the boy onto the table. Ripping off his
loincloth, I shoved my cock inside him without foreplay. He was lucky. I
had opened him up thoroughly last night, but it still hurt like hell.

I pumped into him fast and hard, turning what should have been pleasurable
into pain. He had the best of me and the worst. I hoped that afterward he
would strive to please me. It only took a few moments for me to cum inside
him, and he shuddered at the sensation. He did not have an orgasm. I made
sure of that.

I had purchased from the slave broker several items for punishing slaves. I
used one now. I placed a plug inside his hole that would fill him up and
keep him open. I then attached the front to his cock, which would ensure he
couldn't ejaculate. It would cause pain if he tried. I then ordered two of
the men to clean out his insides twice a day. The rest of the time he was
to wear the harness. Also, until I decided otherwise, he couldn't don any
clothes so his shame was a public reminder of my power.

I then went to get ready for the trip. The transport ship would be there in
just an hour to pick us up. I dressed in a black sarong with a gray
print. It tied around my waist and reached my knees. I arranged it so every
time I moved, more of my leg would show through the slit. I heard the
household buzzing as they packed my few possessions, getting ready for
transport.

When the manager came to say that my transport was here, the slaves
immediately lined up and tied themselves to each other. This made transport
much easier. Three of the slave boys would travel with me to carry my trunk
and suitcases. The boys no longer smelled, in fact, the entire household
had washed themselves last night without me telling them to. It made me
happy.

The manager smiled at me as we filed out, looking appreciative at the
example I made of my one slave who was withdrawn and quiet. I thanked him
for the use of his room and my assurances that the staff had cleaned it
before we left, at which my slaves nodded in agreement.

My slaves filed into the storage compartment built for slaves, while I and
my three boys went to the front. I seated myself in the luxurious seats as
the pilot made ready to fly. Once the slaves were aboard, he took off for
my island.

It was a long journey of several hours to my island, even by the fastest
airship. We left the capital at noon and at dawn the next morning we were
making our descent onto my island. It was a large island, stretching over
15 square miles, a huge distance. I called it the Isle of Dreams, or the
Isle for short. The other two islands were nearby, my father's, and the one
for the executives. Even now the workers were building the bungalows that
would house them all.

My house was already finished. I built a three story house that overlooked
the ocean. The house was built with stone. Each floor had several rooms
that lined up along the crags that jutted out over the sea. The first floor
consisted of a living area, dining room and kitchen. The second floor had
my workshop, a library, an office, and a few guest bedrooms. The top floor
was my bedroom and bathroom.

The bathroom had a sauna, waterfall shower, Vichy shower, and a huge tub
for soaking. The bedroom had a orgy sized bed and was surrounded by white
gauzey hangings. There was a balcony that surrounded the top floor and I
could see everything from. The isle was dotted with freshwater springs and
hot springs. Everything you could possibly want.

I sent the slaves to the house to settle my stuff in my room, and wandered
around the island a little. I found myself on the beach near the crystal
blue waters. I flopped down on to the powdery sand and gave a sigh of
relief.

After a while, I heard one of the slave boys calling me. I looked up and it
was one of the blonde boys. I called him over and grabbed him the second he
got close. He gasped and bucked in my arms as I latched my mouth on one of
his nipples and he realized what I had in mind.

His tanned skin, a flat semi-defined stomach, and beautiful blue eyes drove
me wild. I couldn't wait to fuck him. I drove my tongue into his hole,
which had already started to quiver. He kept calling out Master, Master. I
drilled my tongue inside him which made him shudder. He opened up faster
than I thought, or maybe I was just too horny.

I pushed him flat to the ground and had my cock inside him a second
later. My uncut head made slow progress inside his chute. The boy just lay
there and took it. He enjoyed it, I could tell from the looks of lust and
his moans, urging me onward.

I loved bare backing my slaves. It was natural, more freeing. With the med
beds, STD's were a thing of the past and people could have sex without
fear. I pulled us up, so were kneeling in the sand. One hand went around
his torso and grabbed his nipple. The other grabbed his chin and forced it
upwards. This forced him to press up against my body so he could feel every
thrust.

I felt my cock hitting his prostate inside him every time I entered. His
dick was hard as a rock and leaking precum. I reached down and grabbed his
cock and jacked it off. I forced his head to turn to me and kiss me as I
thrusted harder. He came, moaning in my lips, his hips bucking
uncontrollably as his cum decorated the sand.

It only took a few more minutes for me to cum. I filled him up as I did the
slave before him. I thrust into him so hard when I came that I felt like I
bruised him. I then lay on top of him with my cock plugging his insides, so
my cum would stay inside longer.

I finally rolled off of him and he sat up to rest his head on my chest, his
fingers trailing the lines of my defined abs, sending more waves of
pleasure along my skin. After several minutes of reveling in the afterglow,
we stood up and went into the water to wash our bodies. He hobbled along
behind me, which meant he would have to use a med bed. I had indeed hurt
him and would allow the damage to be fixed.

We swam for a few minutes, before we headed back to the house. As he
started to retie his loin cloth, I just picked him up and walked up to the
house, carrying him in my arms. The slaves stared at us as we made our way
to the infirmary, where a med bed had been installed just before we
arrived. I operated the machine myself.

One of the benefits of a med bed was you could perform cosmetic surgery if
you knew what you were doing. I used this feature now to remove all of his
body hair. I lengthened the hair on his head and gave it layers and
thickness. I then removed some of his body fat and increased his muscle
mass and tone. When I was done, he had a budding six pack, long blonde hair
to his waist, and was smooth as an infant. I loved this machine.

I sent him to bed so the nanites would do their job properly while he
rested. Then I went to the workshop to work on my latest project. When I
got there, a letter was waiting for me on the desk. A hologram of my father
appeared when I opened it. It started speaking, "Dear Phillipe," I smiled
and continued to listen to what my dad had in mind.

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At last, the next chapter. I have more that I will eventually post. If you
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stories: Incubus and the Prince of the Rogue's Court. All comments are
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