My Mom and my Sis are my Sex Slaves Part 3_(1)

This final series will focus around David building towards the life he always fantasized about, where he and his sex slave mom and sister would live in unbothered harmony. This is the final chapter and serves as an epilogue to the “Playing Dare with Sis”, “Training my Sister Kayleigh” and “Making my Mom my Slave” series. In this final chapter, David realizes his plan as he created a farm designed to train young sex slaves.

DISCLAIMER #1: All sexual acts in this story occur between adults over the age of 18.

DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, sex slavery, and cruelty. If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read. Of course, in real life much of what is portrayed in this story is despicable, and should not be tolerated under any circumstance. Hence, why this is a story of fantasy, and should not be taken seriously.

DISCLAIMER #3: While themes of the story certainly can be dark, I do try to keep things light with a certain “comic book” style. Again keep in mind that this is a work of fantasy and not everything will be fully realistic.

Enjoy! Please leave comments. While this saga is now done, there are unlimited ideas for spinoffs which can be created. I would love to write a story around your ideas.

David’s Narration

I moaned as I groped the pale round tits of the teenaged red-haired slut riding my dick. Meanwhile, my mom directed a brunette teen with a juicy ass to sit on her delicious ass on to my face, smothering me with her luscious cheeks. My mom split her ass cheeks wide and instructed her to grind her ass hole on my mouth.

All the while, my mom yelled out orders, coaching the red head on how I liked my dick ridden. With the combination of the round teenage tits in my hands, the tight pussy riding my cock, and the delicious ass smothering my face, I couldn’t take it much longer. I decided to bring an end to this hour long training session and came deep inside the slut riding me.

My mother dragged each girl by the collar and shoved their faces onto my cock.

“Suck each drop of cum off you master’s cock you sluts.” My mom scolded “Keep sucking until he’s hard again.”

She looked at me, I gave her a smile and a nod of approval.

I waved my hands through the hair of the sluts sucking my limp dick. Or should I say, the new slaves in training.

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The last two years have been a whirlwind. It all started after I blackmailed my father into transferring the multimillion dollar home we grew up in, as well as his millions of dollars of savings and investments into my name, with the help of my mom and sis.

With millions of dollars’ worth of assets, as well as an ever-growing revenue stream from my online streaming service making me hundreds of thousands more annually, I knew that I was set for life financially. It felt great knowing that I didn’t need to worry about money ever again. I knew that I could instead focus all of my ‘creativity’ to further pursue my passion.

I drew up a plan to take my passion project to the next level. With the help of my follower base, I was able to make my dreams a reality. You see, my passionate and borderline obsessive follower base had had grown to tens of thousands of men across the world. All I had to do was lay out what I had planned to them, and it didn’t take long for them to help me achieve what I wanted.

Through my experience with my mom and sister, I realized that nothing turned me on more than taking gorgeous girls through the journey of being independent and proud, to realizing their full potential as an obedient sex slave. My mom and Kayleigh were completely broken it at this point. While they were growing to be sexier seemingly by the week, they were fully obedient and had completely let go of their former lives. There really wasn’t much more training I could give them, they had already become the perfect sex slaves.

I wanted some fresh meat, and lots of it..

I knew if I did this locally at my house or the Dudley’s, then sooner or later I would eventually get caught. I needed to develop a safeguarded facility that I could use to bring in new potential sex slaves and train them. It didn’t take long for one of my special subscribers to come through for me.

As unbelievable as it was, he was actually a Mayor of a small town in the countryside of Turkey. He was known for being corrupt, and shared his own saucy stories of how he would take which ever one of the towns girls he wanted and have their way with them. There was nothing they could do about it. Like me, he loved the feeling of control over young girls. This fetish, through a friend, drew him to my website, and he explained he had been an avid fan.

Anyways, he explained that far outside of his town, there was a large secluded and abandoned farm. The owners were forced to abandon it as nothing grew on it, and they couldn’t afford their mortgage payments. He went on to say he would sell it to me for pennies on the dollar, and help me set up my enterprise there by offering protection from the other local officials, as well as importing goods and services.

In exchange he wanted unlimited access to my stock of sex slaves. He explained he always fantasized about fucking white girls, and in his town he didn’t have any access to them outside of masturbating to videos online. I laughed, and was glad to provide him with as much white girl ass as he could handle.

I discussed this with the Dudley’s, and Johnny. At first they thought I was crazy for this (and I partly was). But really, when we came down to it, there was nothing else the four of us wanted to do. This was our calling.

A fraction of our plethora of assets easily paid for the farm. We paid the Mayor double the asking price so that he could have his men outfit the farm how we wanted it. Months later, I got the message from him that it was ready for us.

We rented a cargo plane, and loaded it up with years’ worth of slut chow, Johnny’s ‘medical supplies’, and our personal belongings as we made the trip to Turkey. One of our subscribers was a pilot, and was helped us by flying us to the farm. Importantly, we also made a deal with him to pay him handsomely to transport future sex slaves, and other supplies to us.

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The farm wasn’t in bad shape. It was a medium sized farm and importantly, it was secluded. There wasn’t a neighbour for tens of miles, and we were about 50 miles from the Mayor’s town. We dropped our stuff off in the ten bedroom, three story rustic old house that was built on the farm. The floor creaked with each step we took.

I told the girls to start unpacking our things, and to start cleaning the house promptly. The rest of the guys and I took a tour of the various facilities the Mayor had built for us.

To start, he had twenty-foot high electric fences installed surrounding the farm. I smirked as I knew this would keep unwanted trespassers out, and keep our slaves in.

We walked over to the barn house. We smiled in approval as we liked what we saw. There were thirty stalls, where horses normally would be kept. I planned on keeping a very different kind of live-stock…

Each stall was encaged with a fenced gate that was locked from the outside. Hay lined the floor of the stall. In the corner there was a heavy chain dangling down from a wood pillar. At the end of each chain was a black leather collar, just like the one my mom and sister wore. On each corner of the stall were high definition cameras, which we paid to have installed.

Next, we walked to a second, smaller barn that was specially put in place for us. Inside this one were various wooden bondage equipment that we had asked for. Each one would bind, stretch and contort a sex slave’s body in various ways.