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girls. You’ve got girls so now I’ve got girls. Unless you’ve got issues with that?”
    Mardo didn’t know what Dom was referring to, but had no option but to concur. “None. None at all. What kind of establishment, if you don’t mind me asking?”
    “A run-down little brothel in the middle of North Antheiser called Xartha’s. I’m renovating the place and putting in some new talent. Not a high class place but, then again, if I wanted high class girls I wouldn’t be tapping your wares, would I?”
    “I’ve got a stable of girls for you. All young, good stock. Ready and willing to do what they need to do for the family. They all know their way around a stick, if you know what I mean,” he cackled bluntly. He reached out to Maximillia, taking her by the shoulders and presenting her outward. “This one especially. Look at her. Pristine condition. Great hair. Tight as a coiled socket, I’ll tell you. I’ve tested her out personally.”
    Maximillia looked over her shoulder at him in disgust.
    “She should be worth a good fifty thousand!” Mardo remarked.
    Dom raked up and down her form with his eyes, scanning her carefully. “She’s skinny. Don’t you feed these girls, Mardo? Kryta be damned.”
    “Girls these days. This look is the standard!” he argued with a nervous chuckle, still on edge.
    “You beat the shit out of her or what?” Dom sighed. “Well, let’s get a look. Strip down, girl, and give me a tour.”
    Maximillia was confused. It was all moving so fast. Mardo helped her out of her bath gown leaving her in nothing but her panties.
    “Let’s see what she can do, Mardo.”
    Mardo signaled for his goons to leave the room, leaving only he, Maximillia and Kee.
    “Consider this an audition, my dear. He says you know your way around a stick. I prefer to see for myself. If you don’t pass muster we take his head as payment.”
    Maximillia looked at Mardo, both worried and angry. He goaded her with his eyes, pressing lightly on her shoulders until she dropped down onto her knees. He fished out his limp dick, shriveled by the pressure of the consequences of this “audition”. He wasn’t nearly at optimum length to display her skills. She had to dry jerk his floppy member, beckoning it to swell. After a minute or so he finally stiffened to a passable rigidity and Maximillia took him into her mouth.
    When she first found her way into Mardo’s care she was just an un touched flower, a lost, inexperienced greenhorn. She’d seen other cocks before and even tasted a few, but Mardo spent months slowly ingratiating her to the ways of carnal sophistication. It was instinctual to her now. The combination of her shattered home-life, his mesmerizing oratory and the tyranny of the Gatekeeper’s influence turned her into a nearly catatonic sexual automaton who allowed herself to be sexually shamed at Mardo’s discretion and with whomever he chose. When she saw his cock she moved as a mindless somnambulist, knowing what deed had to be done.
    Very little internal joy was had by Maximillia from these mechanical routines. Of course, Mardo found a sadistic joy in splitting her petals open on a daily basis or watching her be defiled by whichever of his thugs he nominated. When he snapped his fingers she responded, a slave to the man who held the blissful Gatekeeper. Sure, high-end pleasure droids were almost indistinguishable from flesh and blood humans, but the knowledge that he’d corrupted something scarred, yet pure was the kicker. In her he had a perfectly programmed sperm receptacle.
    Dom admired this feisty little firecracker, less than half Mardo’s size, working his cock with torrid enthusiasm. It was a sight to behold; this tiny, scrawny, pale form crowned with this long, dark mane sucking the cock in her mouth with wild abandon. Mardo wouldn’t last long because she was applying a massive amount of suction, her unseen tongue curling around the underside of the tip of his member. His rising groans