Your nostrils flare up, the pleasant scent of freshly brewed natural coffee tingles the senses. You take a sip, your tongue unconcerned by the scorching heat. You were a man accustomed to much more extreme things than mere temperature.

"Good morning Dominus, it is currently 8 AM standard time, arcology temperatures are at a steady 23 Celsius, external temperatures are -17 Celsius," your personal AI assistant, Roboco appears by your side. Her holographic form resembling a short Japanese teenager with glasses, a pink open jacket with no bra underneath and reverse pants that exposed her thighs with clawed mechanical feet.

"Thank you Roboco, any messages?," you swirl the rim of the coffee mug under your nose, you want to smell as much as you can before taking another gulp.

You look beyond the multiple planed tempered glass windows, looking down at the sprawling urbanscape that was your arcology. The looming towers of nanomaterials, the highly sophisticated solar glass and windfarms that dotted the skyline and extracting as much energy from the environment. The orderly traffic of hovercraft flying through the air, guided by autonomous AI to ensure minimum chances of any accident. The large and intimidating movement of VTOL aircraft, manned by trained cybernetically enhanced soldier-slaves dedicated to upholding your sovereign mandate.

When human civilization reached a nadir and approached twilight. There were a few bright minds who saw the writing on the wall, as the world itself grew angrier and strived to punish man for it's arrogance, these chosen ones built the arcologies. They were massive self contained mini-cities capable of withstanding the hostile malice of the changing climate. Those who controlled these arcologies were the new elite, the new monarchy, the new CEOs, the new masters of humankind.

You were among those number, you started off as a mere slaver, plying your trade in the ruins of Old London. The economy of the new world was built on the backs of slavery. You made millions out of it, expanding out until finally you scrounged up enough credits and military resources to hoodwink this arcology out from the hands of it's previous owner and took control, renaming it after your old home.

New London, the new Jewel of a long ruined Europe. The largest hub of slavery in the continent.

"A priority message from Omega, they say they've fulfilled your request," your brow raises at Roboco's answer. You immediately gulp down the coffee, your throat burning. You didn't have the patience to wait around, this delivery was on the backlog for months now.

You return back to your massive bed chambers, too large for you alone. You were striving to rectify that, you had plans of finally getting a harem worthy of your glorious station. Unfortunately, you were just too picky. There were dozens of slaves in the arcology that could have fulfilled your needs sexually, but you wanted more than that. You were Dominus, Imperator, you ruled. You refused to stock up your harem with anything less than the best.

Automated systems quickly change you out of your morning robe, fitting you in a style of dress that could be described as the mixture of a 21st century tuxedo and 20th century European dictator. You head out into the elevator, two massive humanoid machines of gun and metal flank your side, your personal guards.

The elevator passes through 10 stories before you reach the bottom, your personal VTOL awaits you, a squad of men covered in exo armor and outfitted with coilguns wait for you. You wordlessly get into the vehicle, every man here connected through wireless communications, your will known to them without having to resort to primitive verbal communications.

You fly up and beyond, traffic diverted automatically as you air convoy flies through the air. Your destination was within the upper quarters where Omega made their headquarters.

30 minutes you reach your destination, landing atop of a gleaming modern building of glass and plasteel. Omega is there, as androgynous and gender neutral as ever.

"Welcome Dominus," they bow formally, you proceed to walk on by with your guard behind you. Omega follows suit, picking up the pace as they started to explain themselves.

"I apologize for the delays," they say in a monotone and neutral voice, "we needed to scour around the world to fulfill your rarefied tastes, we apologize for our untimely manner," you raise a fist in order to silence their excuses.

"Just show them to me," Omega nods, funneling you inside the building.

He seats you in a private room, it had a very middle-eastern décor to it. With Turkish styled inspired cushions, Persian silk rugs and hookahs located around the room.

Within 5 minutes Omega returns, 5 beautiful girls in tow.

They all wore harem inspired outfits, long flowing gauze that was completely transparent which gave you a good look at their nipples and groins. They have veils on their lower faces, along with gold colored collars around their necks. The collars were slaving collars, designed to not tug on the skin and to deliver controlled electrical shocks that minimize damage to a disobedient slave.

"As you requested Dominus, we handpicked them from across the world, different from each other," Omega prostrates before you, forehead on the rug covered floor. You stand from the cushion, hands behind your back.

You give all five of them a cursory glance, their eyes slightly on the floor to avoid your gaze.

The were a chocolate skinned giant with massive globules of fat on her chest and wide child bearing hips. Her platinum blond hair was tied in a long ponytail. Her golden eyes were the most defiant, filled with glowering anger at her current situation. She appeared to be the one you would need to humble the most, you would look forward to that.

The next seemed gentle, her hands on top of one another neatly in front of her exposed pussy in a modest attempt to safeguard some dignity. Her wavy hair tied into a single plait that rested on one side. Her mouth quivered, her amber eyes wet and watery. Even in her distressed state she had excellent posture and a gentle demeanor to her. She had an excellent body, with perfectly full and ripe breasts coupled with very wide hips and a just right waistline, she had a mother's body. She was going to mother many of your children.

The third was the one who especially caught your eye, she looked vaguely Asiatic, with shining blue eyes that looked dead. She had the next impressive bust size, the shape of them much more to your liking than the darkie. Her hips were wide, with an alluring hour glass waist but you can tell her ass would be on the petite side. Her legs were especially long and slender, and her dark blue hair was braided into two plaits. You were going to inspect her last, she was going to be your favorite you coud tell.

The fourth and the penultimate one, was plain, but in a way that was strangely very erotic. Her long brown hair was left untied, bangs over her brown eyes. She fidgeted under your eyes, hands over her stomach. Her measurements were not as impressive as the rest, with a larger than average breast size. It was difficult to pint point why she seemed to sexy to you, but you realized it was because she was embodiment of the perfect average, her body proportions were the most in harmony. Which accentuated her sex appeal. Her nervous disposition appealed to you, she would be a fun one to torment.

The fifth and last was the shortest among them, a red haired jittering mess. Her cerulean eyes darting around the room in prey like fear. The very act of standing still seemed anathema to her, she was the one you figured was the most fragile both physically and mentally of the five. Her crimson hair were tied into pigtails, she was lithe and slim but with a chest that was disproportionally large in comparison, well shaped with cute pink nipples. This one would be a sexual favorite.

"Are they double Vs?," to that question Omega raised their head and gave a nod in affirmation. Good.

Double V's in slave jargon meant they were virgins in both the vaginal and anal sense. To many such a quality demanded high prices.

"To add, the one on the third is not only a Double V but she's a Unicorn as well," the Asian woman shakes a bit at the attention suddenly brought unto her, you walk on over. Staring at her blue eyes that were now narrowed in worry.

Unicorn was another piece of jargon, it meant not only a slave that was a Double V but one that never gave oral sex, or gave a kiss or even held hands before.

They were the purest of the pure.

Next was going to be the inspection, you proceed to take out plastic gloves from your pockets and wear them.

You return to the darkies side, her eyes are confused for a bit before she yelps out as your grabby hands start holding up her gravity busting chocolate breasts. You weight them in your hands, your practiced eye looking for any possible lesions and deformity. Your thumbs start pressing on her light brown cocoa nipples, rubbing and flicking them, her areolas were dark rings. Her golden eyes bore into you, tearing up as she blasts you with a gaze filled with hate.

Satisfied you turn your attentions to her snatch, your fingers first massaging her pubic region, you can feel the fuzz of her shaved platinum blonde pubes. You will not permit her to shave when she joins your harem. The giantess is distressed now, openly crying even as she tried to put up a brave face. You stop for a bit, watching her. Your gloved hands tenderly wiping away her tears. She stares in confusion, unsure if to be touched by such a gesture or to get even more angry.

She settles for anger as your index and middle finger are inserted into her vaginal canal. You are execeedingly careful here, you do not want to damage her hymen. She squirms, her fists curled up into fists and her jaw tightening in rage. She looks at you with pure disgust, while the rest of the girls look at your molestation with horror.

Omega notices, their hand on a remote, if the girl acted up she would suffer a dose of some electroshock therapy.

You continue on without a care, inspecting the health of her cunt. Your thumb rubbing on her large clit. The flesh of her pussylips were dark, but the pussy itself was a healthy pink. You can hear her excited breaths, even if filled with fury she couldn't resist her bodies positive reaction to your pleasuring. You take stop, inspecting your hand. There was not much lubrication, she had put up a good fight. You would need to do more in order for her to get wetter.

You then move to the back. Your hands grab her hips and beckon her to bend forward. She resists for a bit, before she cries out as electricity jolts her into compliance. She bows down, exposing her anus to you. You grab onto her massive buttocks, stretching them out so that the insides of her dark butthole were visible.

"This one is healthy," you state dispassionately, as you return the darkie back to her original position. She is trembling, both from pain and the humiliation. She continues to cry as you callously move on. You remove your gloves, and adorn new ones, to minimize the spread of foreign substances.

You green haired lady was at attention, her terrified amber eyes still locked onto her earlier molested compatriot. She elects to be more compliant, not wanting to suffer the same degeneration. You proceed to do much the same, to them this seemed like unwelcome fondling, to you this was more like a standard procedure medical examination.

Your hands are under her breasts, inspecting the heft, looking for any signs of ill health. Her inverted nipples are pink and start tenting, with a large ring of areola around them. You squeeze her breasts, she makes a sound.

"Uuuuuuuu~," she whispers out softly in a pleasant voice, you can see little streams of milk ejecting out of her nipples. You can't help but grit as your dick starts rising a little.

She's flushed red, her eyes closed as you feel up her gorgeous body, this one was smart. She knew that fighting was pointless, so might as well enjoy it.

Her breasts are healthy, very healthy. Your hands stray to the bottom. She has a forest down her, your gloved fingers, gluide across it. The green lady shivers a bit, face scrunched up in both trepidation and a little excitement. It felt fuzzy and bushy, she was very fertile. You guess she could field an army given enough semen.

Your fingers inspect her pussy, her labia were already engorged and didn't need much effort to part. Your fingers gently exploring her insides while your thumb stimulate her clitoris. You feel her breathes on your neck. Her hands are on her cheeks, her eyes starting to glaze over and her toes curling up.

"Uuuuuuu~," she moans out as you finish, your fingers are absolutely drenched with lubricant. This one didn't need much work to excite. You walk towards the back, unlike darkie the green lady was already bowing down, her hands on her cheeks as she spreads it for you.

"Thank you," you sincerely say, as you bow and inspect her butthole. A healthy pink, a satisfying color.

You return to the front, taking off your gloves. You do not immediately walk past her, instead taking her by surprise by planting a kiss on her. Your tongue wiggles inside her mouth, sliding and over and under her own. You break off the kiss before she dances back. She's breathing heavily, completely taken back. You caress her cheeks.

This was a show, a sign. The girls understood your intentions, if you cooperate, you'll be rewarded.

You plant yourself in front of the third. The tall asiatic one, her blue eyes are softer now, her earlier stoic facade crumbling due to your show of force. You stare at her for the longest time before you wordlessly walk past her and focus on the fourth, much to her confusion.

The fourth panics, she thought she had more time to prepare. She flinches when you immediately seize her modestly large chest, she almost made the mistake of fighting back before she relaxes. Her arms resting at the side and her eyes closed shut, learning from the example of the green lady. You feel her breasts, they're bigger than average but nothing special compared to the rest of the five. Your thumbs press on her peach colored puffy nipples, she had a small ring of darker flesh around them. She's moaning out, she moves her hands on her mouth in order to stifle any more embarrassing noises.

You're satisfied healthy like the rest, you go down, she has a few strands of brown hair here and there. Your fingers do their work and carefully inspect her cunt.

Hmmm, interesting, she had a very nice sized pussy, not so big but not too small. It was average but not in a bad way. You look at her face. She's covering her eyes, but you can see the saliva and slobber in her mouth along with her heated cheeks. She was enjoying the feeling of your gloved hands inspecting her snatch. Your fingers are slick, she was sufficiently wet, easy to mold to your liking.

Like before you go to the back, inspecting the rear. Your practiced hands on her cheeks as she bends forward, you spread them. Your eyes narrow at the inside of your anus, hmmmmmm, you take out a finger and stick it in. The brownette squeals at the feeling of your finger up your butthole. That was a false alarm, she was healthy.

You return to the front, she's weeping openly as she rubs her pained behind. This one seemed very bullyable you note to yourself.

The red onahole was next, her jittering was less obvious now. She was trying to put up a brave face in solidarity with the other three to suffered under your touch. You do not care.

Your hands are under her breasts, as you predicted they felt very nice to the touch. Her nipples are cute and she had the smallest areola radii, you decide to break off from procedure a bit and used your tongue to play with her nips. She whines out, red as her hair as the wet sensation of your tongue slathers her healthy senstive nipples.

Once you were done fucking around you shift attention to the fanny, she had a long strip off red hair just above it. Your finger were about to slide inside when the red onahole discharges prematurely, clear pee leaking out from her pussy and streaming down her legs.

"Oh nooo," she moans out scarlet in embarrassment, she's on the verge of tears.

You wait patiently for the pee to subside, then you proceed as before, checking up on the health of her vagina. The onahole is seized by bliss, she unconsciously grabs unto your arms as you fingerbang her gently. Soon after your fingers are out, wet with both cum and pee.

Next was the butthole, you're at her back now. You whistle as you spread her nicely shaped buttocks, her cute asshole was very narrow. This little whore was just built for violent pee inducing anal.

"Healthy," you say as you remove the plastic gloves.

Four down, one last to go.

You stand in front of her, the lady of honor. She's nervous, she knows as the last one she has your undivided attention. She eyes your hands, there are no gloves on them.

This was going to be different, form the other four. Your hand rises up, cupping her face. You look at her lips, big and plush just waiting for a kiss. You bend forward, your mouth next to her ear.

"What's your name?," you whisper in.

She shudders, already red as a button.

"K-Kronii," she stammers out cutely.

"Kronii? A beautiful name, don't worry. You're the favorite," you don't give her much room to process what favorite meant when you immediately when to town.

Your face planted deep into the crevasse between her bountiful mammaries, your tongue traversing in the gap trying to collect as much salty sweat as you could. You could hear her gasp out by your sudden assault, unable to react to your actions as you motorboat her tits, your hands fondling her breasts, pinching and teasing her large and beautiful nips.

No rest for the wicked, like a flash your face shifts from her breasts to her down below. Your nose shoved into her black blue jungle above her snatch, inhaling in the musk of this beautiful woman who's taken back by your affections. Your tongue goes in for the kill, inserting itself into the vagina.

Kronii groans wildly in primeval animalistic lust, her hands grabbing into the hair on your head as you busily eat her out like she was take out kimchi.

"Dominus?," You remove yourself from Kronii's cunt, visibly annoyed at Omega who hand interrupted your inspection. The woman could barely stand, her head hanging below with blurry blue eyes. Her tongue was out, she was panting like a dog in heat.

"Don't worry, pay him," one of the guards in your retinue steps forward, holding up a tablet. A million credit for each girl were to be transferred into his account while you return to your inspection. Trying out the woman who was going to be your head concubine. Kronii screeching out her ecstatic screams while the rest of the slave girls look on, shaking their hips and getting excited at how much Kronii seemed to be enjoying your attention.

It was good to be Dominus.

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Pub: 15 Nov 2021 23:48 UTC
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