I watched as the sex slave, Pixy, reached into the zipper and gently pulled out the largest dick I had ever seen. To top it off, it was flaccid, soft as a pillow. My mind rocked with confusion. The man, well, demon, was surrounded by fuckable women, sexy goddesses that could guarantee to make a dead man wake up hard. But here this guy was, lifeless and limp.
"I'm sorry, Grand Master, but must we do this now? It could take hours. Alma will be back soon, and Mr. Jankins has yet to sign the contract and fill out his enrollment papers," Cora suddenly spoke but not directly looking at him.
Hours? Seriously? I couldn't believe it, nor was I interested in seeing it.
"Cora, are you asking me not to punish my slave? If I recall, I AM the Grand Master of this Academy, and for any student to graduate, you must have MY seal of approval. So, if you're suggesting that sex slaves shouldn't be punished for their insolence, then maybe I should look into YOUR replacement, hmm?"
I watched as Cora shook her head and finally met the Grand Master eye to eye. There was a sure defiance as she spoke, "Time is precious, Lucious, which I am sure you are well aware of. If you insist on punishing Pixy, then I ask you to do it on your own time. This is my office, and I try to conduct things by the book. A rule, which you gave your 'seal' of approval, states that no sexual conduct is permitted in the Acadamy Director's office. Are you breaking your own rule, Lucious?"
Still cradling his massive pound of manhood, Pixy was looking between them, unsure what to do. I noticed a small sign of relief on her face when she looked at Cora.
Without warning, Lucious snatch Pixy by her neck, eliciting a sudden whisper of pain from her. His eyes changed to the same deep purple Rose's eyes get when angry.
Throwing Pixy down onto the couch, Lucious said in a deep malicious voice, looking at the director, "You dare to challenge me? Seal of approval or not, if I wish to fuck everything in this office, I will. You do not RUN this academy, and you are only here to listen and obey!"
With that, he shoved his prominent member into Pixy's mouth, gagging her, and within a second, he was hard. I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks and wetting her soft curly golden hair.
Turning my head, I caught a glimpse of Rose's face before I brought my free hand up to shield her eyes. But, unfortunately, she also had tears streaming down her cheeks.
I felt powerless as the sounds of grunting and gagging came from the couch across us. The most disturbing thing was the feeling I was getting along my skin. It was like electricity was in the air. Was this the power they were referring to earlier?
The wet smacking and sucking kept up for what seemed like forever, yet I still couldn't turn my head to look. Luckily, just when I thought I was about to lose my life by telling him to stop, the Director, Alma, came bursting through the doors.
"ENOUGH, Lucious. I think Pixy has learned her lesson," she snapped, making me look at what was happening on the sofa.
Pixy's gauzy white top was torn aside as Lucious was painfully squeezing one of her breasts until it looked like it would burst. With his other hand, he had fisted a handful of her golden hair behind her head as he forced his long hard cock down her throat repeatedly.
They had a certain glow around them, again making me realize the sexual energy they spoke of was no joke.
Lucious chuckled and slowly dragged his cock out of her mouth, "I was merely setting an example, my dear. No reason for you to get your pleasant bottom worked up."
He stood straight, and Pixy immediately tended to him, coughing, as she worked his hard cock back in his pants. She was no longer in tears and held a fake look of satisfaction as spit dripped from her lips.
Once he was zipped up and the monster between his legs was back in place, he reached down and looked at Pixy lovingly as he stroked her makeup-streaked face before holding it in a tight squeeze, "Leave and get yourself cleaned up, my dear. Remember what you did wrong, okay?"
Taking his hand off her forcefully, he snapped at the other two sex slaves, that stood there with amused grins, "Take her and make sure she's cleaned up. Explain to her, again, why I am her Master!"
Pixy scrambled off the couch, holding her jaw, tears coming down again as she left through the office doors, followed by the other two. They giggled, and I could tell they weren't fond of Pixy.
I sighed in relief and took my hand down from Rose's eyes. The Director of Hell had walked in at the perfect moment to save us from the horrid display of dominance. I found it interesting that the Grand Master had complied with Alma's request when earlier he threatened Cora. Did the Director of Hell have more pull?
Alma stood by Cora, giving her a questioning look before turning to me and saying, "So there you have it, Ceil Jankins. That is a prime example of what is required of a Grand Master. When a sex slave gets out of line and insults their Master, they need to be punished, point blank. Lucious will explain, rather than Cora, what you have taken on in insisting you become a Grand Master."
I looked over at the demon dressed in white, his long wavy hair sitting ever so perfect as it cascaded down one shoulder as he sat. Something about him made me doubt he would let me see my Grand Master scheme to the end.
"For my life, I couldn't imagine a puny human like yourself ever existing in our world. But when the Director mentioned she had a replacement for the previous failure, I was intrigued. Especially because you are human, let's cut to the chase, shall we? It is within your right, once obtaining the highest level of Master, to challenge me for the title of Grand Master. There are several other Grand Masters that you will have to pass through, but they are merely my subordinates. I sit at the top, and even if you manage to pass through the other three, I am not so easily defeated."