82 Chapter 82 (1/2)
”Boss, someone wants to see you.”
”Who is it, Hannes?”
”She doesn't want herself known yet, boss. My contact wants to see you face to face. This is going to be big business.”
”Okay, Hannes. Take her here. I'll be waiting at dinner tomorrow.”
”She wants to make the deal today, boss.”
”What do you mean today?”
”Right now, boss. This client wants the goods fast.”
”Then tell her to fuck herself in both holes if she can't wait for the time of my choosing, Hannes!”
”But boss...”
”Did you hear what i just said, Hannes?”
”I get you, boss.”
While the conversation was short but it had indeed entertained me for the time that it took to listen to such dialogues between two monkeys.
We were now in the living room of my puppet and had already left behind the confines of his sick fantasy using the latest technology on holography.
I gathered that the fuck brain was a closet exhibitionist.
”I'm sorry, master.” Hannes knelt on one knee before my seated form. Behind me stood the two lovely dolls in my possession.
Though i offered them a place beside me but Tamara, always the hard headed with her values and misconceptions, gracefully declined my generosity.
Noemi who had seen the act could only follow as she wanted to be the best woman around me. As i concluded before, it was a healthy competition at its finest.
I knew that my women could only grow exponentially with time. And Daniela would be the first on my extensive list of lusty bitches.
”A minor setback, Hannes. Nothing to worry about.” I looked at my new toy but my scrutiny did not last long. He had a soldier's body of 6 foot 8 inches tall with all them rocks at all the right places.
Even his handsome face was aloof and hinted nothing of his emotions. Like a chiseled sculpture from the world of fancy. No unedited mortal could appear as perfect as Mr. Hannes.
This world exactly mirrored my native abode in the past. A people that thrived in technology and its vast advantages.
”Where are the others?” i asked after a time.
”Fuck you! Fuck your mothers and sisters! Fuck your entire familys!” was the daft response i got. Still spicy, aren't we?
Of course i was not addressing the stone cold pygmy in my front but i went deeper to fields unseen. Specifically, that of his tormented soul beneath his mortal shell.
The hulking men still hasn't stopped pleasuring themselves and perhaps even Mr. Hannes himself if the backward motions of his hips was indicative of his desire at the moment.
But i cared not for these paltry things. This was only the first part of his new life after all.
Later on the as the sufferings would diversity, he would be sliced, cooked, and served in myriad ways that would most probably leave him a crazy if not outright dead in there.