DAD’S TEST PART 1

This is my first story please read the themes if you don’t like stories like these stop reading now also it is light on some details so feel free to use your imagination.


My name is John Smith I was raised by my father and never knew my mother. My father never told me what he did for a living, only that he dealt with rich and powerful people. Don’t get me wrong I used to think he was in finance or politics because of the people he dealt with. It was one of the reasons I was home schooled. That and the fact I was a border line genus. Hell by the time I was fourteen I had finished high school and was two years into collage. As a child what my father did for living was only one mystery I wanted to salve .The biggest involved the women around him from his secretaries to the maids around our house. Several things stood out one they all had metal collars around their necks, two they never wore panties, three they always wore reviling clothes especliy the maids hell their skirts were so short that’s how I knew they didn’t ware panties. Four they all had a letter S branded on the side of their ass cheeks and five they all called dad master.
The day of my fifteenth birthday dad came to me with a challenge. He would give me ten grand that I would invest and depending on how I did he would answer all my questions including who and what my mother was. That commit alone made me agree. I spent the next month watching the commodes market. I then made my first investments, and for the next few months I worked the stock market. Using my Research I was able to make several million. Almost all I then invested in utilities stocks save about one million I kept to play with and dads ten grand plus interest The morning of my birthday dad looked over my portfolio and only smiled as I gave him his loan back and asked if that was good enough. He just laughed and said I should handle his investments for him.
I was then told our family is in finance but my great grandfather but around the nineteen twenties after a trip to the Middle East he started a side business. The business is the capture and import and sale of sex slaves. Each generation took over for the last. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Hundreds of questions were going through my mind. The first ones I asked was “where do the slaves come from?” “What happens to them after they are sold?” He told me most slaves came from poor parts of the world and were sold by their parents. They mostly came from countries in Eastern Europe and Asia. Since whites and Asians were more popular but from time to time there were requests for blacks, Hispanics, and Native Americans. Many of the slaves went from dirt poor to living in great comfort the only catch is they have be ready to be used sexually 24-7 365 days a year. The last statement helped a little, after all I didn’t think of myself or my dad as evil people especially with the thoughts I was having as a sixteen year old virgin. I then was told about my mother, how she was sold by her father in Bosnia seventeen years ago. Dad took a liking to her and kept her for himself. Then not long after her training was completed I was born. Mom being a slave wasn’t allowed to be a part of my life until the day she would be my first test. “First test?” I asked. “First you must fuck all three of her holes then you must let dogs fuck her. Your second test is you must train a new slave. Third you must find capture then train another slave.” Dad answered. He then told me about the different types of slaves and what I could and couldn’t do during the tests. (I will explain the different types of slaves as the story progresses.)
After our discussion he lead me to what I had always thought was just a closet. He quickly touched a hidden switch and the back wall swung open to reveal a hidden room with a locked door. Through that door were stairs going down to the basement and another locked door.