(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/ConstantLeconte13_Avatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Constant Leconte</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>BAF Office<br/><strong>With:</strong>Karin Leconte, his daughter, various BAF employees<br/><br/><strong>"Merci, Monsieur Moreau.  I will be sure to enjoy this filthy slut to the utmost."</strong><br/><br/>The BAF official in charge of the registration for Karin handed me the plastic sleeve containing the paperwork in one hand and the end of leash in the other.<br/><br/>The fat one walked out next, sneaking in one last peek at Karin through his glasses after all the groping he did of her body.<br/><br/>I cleared my throat to get his attention.<br/><br/><strong>"Monsieur Garros...  I assigned you the task of safeguarding my daughter's virginity.  You performed adequately.  I have another task for you.  See all this cunt juice, leaking out from between this wanton harlot's thighs, dripping down her legs, pooling up between her feet and making a trail behind her?  Get it cleaned up.  I don't want someone slipping and hurting himself."</strong><br/><br/>Fatso nodded in understanding and went to the closet marked "Custodian."  Inside was a slave wrapped from head to toe in black latex.  Openings over her eyes, ears and mouth were closed with zippers.  Thick, white mop-like tendrils of yarn were coming out of her hood, and the word "mop" was written across her chest.<br/><br/>She couldn't see, hear or smell anything.  She choked a bit when fattie jerked the stiff rod acting as a leash and pulled her out of the closet.  He opened up the zipper over her mouth.  Thoroughly trained in her tasks as an implement for washing floors, she licked her lips and stuck out her tongue, ready to serve.  Garros guided her mouth over Karin's nectar, the taste of which the mop-cunt recognized, then eagerly licked and slurped up as if she were given a reward.  It was a whole new meaning to "mopping the floor with someone," but even more humiliating than just getting a higher score or quicker victory.<br/><br/>The camera man with the big nose looked like he wanted to film the whole thing.<br/><br/><strong>"Monsieur Nez, quit standing around and get to work.  I want that footage edited and sent up to my office before the end of the day.  I will personally be analyzing and approving it at home tonight.  It had better be your best work.  I want close-ups, slow motion, fast motion, everything.  It better show this cunt in all her whoreness in the most favorable way, or it will be back to recording birthday parties for you!  Now go!"</strong><br/><br/>I looked down at Karin as she stood before me.  All of my life's work, helping develop slave-ed curriculum, adminstrating for the BAF, raising her... and finally she was mine to do as I pleased with.  Even though I just got sucked off by my secretary, I felt myself growing aroused again as Karin's pheromones filled my nose and the sight of her nubile body burned into my retinas.<br/><br/>I slapped the plastic sleeve into her tits and had her hold it against her chest for me.  I released the leash and let it hang down as I cupped her face in my hands tenderly and firmly.  I looked into her eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"You belong to me now.  You are my property.  I own you.  You are my most prized possession.  I am still your papa and you are still my daughter, but now I am also your master and you are my slave."</strong><br/><br/>I kissed her forehead then ran my hands down to her shoulders and upper arms, my thumbs pointing toward the center line of her body, brushing up against her stiff nipples.<br/><br/><strong>"I will make you do things for me.  You will please me any way I wish.  I will reward you when you make me proud.  I will punish you when you disappoint me.  But no matter how much I make you feel good or how much I hurt you or how much I make you cry in pleasure or scream in pain, I will always love you."</strong><br/><br/>I grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of her head, and used it to have her walk with me to another room in the basement of the BAF office.  It was marked "Training Room 1."  There was a BAF slave already there, waiting for me, waiting for us.<br/><br/>She was one of my favorite slaves to train.  I could have passed her on to one of the slave trading houses long ago, but I kept finding excuses to keep her around.  It's always better to overtrain a slave.  I would hate for one of the trading houses to get a slave that was less than obedient.<br/><br/>This paricular slave looked like my daughter, except shorter, chubbier, with smaller tits, a fatter ass, a somewhat asymmetrical face, skin with spots and other flaws.  Not a very high DMV.  Karin was perfect, and this slave was a less attractive version.<br/><br/>She was set up in some nice predicament bondage, kneeling in the middle of the room, sitting on a wooden horse, having her ankles anchored to the floor.<br/><br/>If she relaxed, her weight was on the narrow curved top of the wooden horse pushing against her cunt, clit and ass.<br/><br/>If she kneeled more upright, her body moved up and forced her mouth higher up toward the machine fucker mounted above her, which was pushing a dildo down her throat and pulling back up repeatedly.<br/><br/>She was constantly shifting between hurting her own cunt or getting her throat fucked deeper.  The room was filled with the clackey-clacking sound of the machine and the gags and chokes of the dildo raping her face.<br/><br/>Her arms were behind her, parallel to the floor, shackled to a chain going to the ceiling.  Her nipples had weights clamped to them, and the movement of the machine made the weights swing.  When she saw me enter out of the corner of her eye, she had a bit of relief on her face.<br/><br/>I turned off the machine fucker, let it slow down to stillness, and moved it away.  I pushed the wooden horse out from between her legs, letting her relax without the pain on her sex or in her throat.<br/><br/>Tears were going down her cheeks and saliva was dripping off her chin as she coughed.  I undid the clamps on her nipples and gave her a moment to pull herself together before I broke her down again.  She did look kind of like Karin, and seeing this slave that way helped make my dreams of using and abusing my own flesh and blood seem a bit more real.  I wondered if Karin saw the resemblance and drew the conclusion.<br/><br/>The bound slave was sobbing and whimpering, but not making too much noise.  She knew that I would use the whips or riding crops on her if she did, and I loved seeing the look of pain on her face as blood and sensation returned to her tortured nipples.<br/><br/>I spoke to my daughter.<strong>"It's time to see what your father and master does at work, cunt.  Right now, I'm training this slave, getting her ready for the trading house.  Since it makes me so hard to hurt her, I'm going to fuck her like the slut she is.  First, she's going to suck me off and get me harder and covered in her drool.  Usually I fuck her dry, but today I'm going to see if all those lessons in eating cunt you took paid off.  Lie down between her legs, slave, and get her ready to get fucked by your master.  If you do a good job, I might let that cunt between your legs get a reward."</strong><br/>