86- Fresh Meat - Part 1
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“Next up. Number 5 4 0 6 9.” calls a voice as he moves to summon a small pint size female to the front of the stage. A guard pulling her towards my direction allowing me to see all of her.
My eyes slowly scanning her body as I carefully take it all in. Currently dressed in nothing but a white lace bra and matching thong I’m instantly greeted to perfection. Flawless milky white skin for all to see. Her eyes fixed on the ground in front of her as I continued to take in her round supple breasts. The rest of her a pleasant view on the eyes.
“Sir. This girl. She’s only seventeen. But very submissive. Graduated high school with honors and is still very much a virgin” whispers my assistant as I gesture towards the guard to turn her around.
The girl in question now shaking like a leaf as I move to stare at her backside. Her ass plush and round, perfect for slapping and taking one's cock. Her back and shoulders giving off strong vibes and to finish it all off are her deliciously toned legs. A beautiful specimen if I was being completely honest with myself.
“A virgin you say?” I ask, my eyes never leaving sight of the girl.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Nice. Very Nice. She’ll fetch top dollar then” I move to say in approval. “She’ll do lovely over in Paris. A solid 10 out 10.”
Waving her now off to the side, my guard moves to drag her off the stage. Taking her towards the area in which she would be washed and cleaned and then dressed before being shipped off to Paris with the rest of them.
Currently sitting within one of my many, many warehouses upon my compound, my brother and I like to personally see to it that our shipments always get sorted accordingly. My eyes now glancing over to Angelo who’s currently going over the list of names given. My focus now back on the task at hand. Our shipment. Our human slaves.
Remembering a time when ours, Angelo’s and My Grandfather and Father used to run this sort of thing within the business but unlike me and brother, they never got hands on with it. Always trusting others to do the job. And for that it was what set us apart from our predecessors.
Angelo and I coming up with a specialized sorting system. As each slave is then given a unique registration number for filing purposes during which we add additional letters to it at the end so that when they arrive at their final destination our people know what they're dealing with.
My focus now back on the girl that was currently standing before me and remembering what my assistant had said about her as well. Knowing that before she’s deported to Paris she’d have the letters S.V. and E added to her assigned number so that when she arrives my people will know that she’s a submissive, a virgin and at least out of high school.
Satisfied by my choice I move to think about the other letters that we often use when sorting out our slaves. Letters such as B for when we stumble upon Brats. D’s are given if you're a rebel or a fighter and Dominants are given an automatic X. V is for virgin in which, like that girl, she'll receive the letter V and N if you're no longer a virgin.
For women who come to us pregnant which doesn’t happen often are given the letter P. And H is if you’ve barely made it out of high school. Then once you're sorted according to number and letter, you're then normally inspected by Angelo and I or sometimes even Vincent and Lucia as we move on to inspecting each piece of cargo then after and rate them accordingly based on appearance and potential value they bring to the table.
Because higher your number the better your potential value for something much greater turns out to be. Like that girl. I rated her a solid 10. So for that she’ll be taken to the designer hall that we own to be made completely over by those who work there. From there, she’ll be shipped off to Paris. A small piece of me wishing that I had kept her for myself because after all she was beautiful, submissive, well educated and easy on the eyes. She would have made a beautiful slave for me.
But alas, I’m forced into sending her to Paris where she’ll be auctioned off to be sold to the next highest bidder. As 8’s and higher are our top tier quality slaves, those who have the potential to become someone else's slave or possible mistress if they're married.
As for those who are given 5, 6 or 7s, those people are typically sent off to our whore houses to become whores or our breeding machines. Servicing people like us with only their bodies.
Those who are chosen as 2, 3 and 4s if lucky are given to our pimps. Our under dogs. Men who work for us by selling weapons, drugs and the occasional woman or man.
Anything lower than that, like a one, which we rarely usually give out, those people become dog chow as we cast them aside for the dogs to feast upon or to become glory whores for our men which again is rare but on those rare occasions that is the role they are given to play for us.
Of course, not all slaves that we bring in here get treated poorly, no, for those that we do keep all stay on various properties around the compound. Working as maids and whores for me and my brother. Along with Vincent and Lucia for when they come to visit which is often as we each share one common goal. Isabella. Our Queen.
Shaking my head at just the thought of having her, I move to shove Isabella aside for now as I move to go back to cataloging our shipment. My eyes now spotting a few men among the crowd. My tongue running along my bottom lip as slaves and whores didn’t just apply to the woman that we receive but to the men as well.
Males typically being sold more at the auctions than being kept here on sight but on slight occasions if I see a piece of potential that I like then I give them a chance to prove themselves to us. A chance to train as one of our guards or become just another pimp.
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