After cleaning up the rest of the bodies, securing Cynthia with makeshift bindings and a gag made from the clothes of the deceased, and manhandling the young girl into his wagon, Johann reported back to Cleaner HQ and told his boss what happened. The older woman asked him to show her the girl and Johann complied, pulling her out of the wagon for inspection. The older woman walked around her and nodded to Johann.

“She’s healthy and remarkably free of diseases.” She looked him over. “I take it she tried to rob you?”

“Tried.” Johann stressed, nudging the young girl with his foot and making her squirm. “And failed.”

“Not bad for your first day here.” The older woman tossed him a small bag of coins. “I’m Amanda. I’ll be your boss from here on out. Come back here every other day to work and we’ll keep paying you good money.”

“I will ma’am. Thank you.” Johann glanced at Cynthia. “But what about her?”

“You told her yourself; you’re her owner now. She’s your responsibility.” Amanda smiled. “She’ll have to be registered and branded though. Luckily, this sort of thing happens frequently enough that we have the papers necessary for slave registration. Follow me and we’ll get you and her sorted out.”

Cynthia struggled in her bindings, screaming into her gag. Johann cast a look in her direction and grabbed her head, forcing her to look at him.

“Ma’am,” her said to Amanda, eyes not turning away from Cynthia’s. “Does the slave registration office have a means to keep rowdy slaves quiet?”

“They cut off their tongues most of the time.” The older woman answers, approval in her voice. “But I hear they have a promotion of silencing runes. They’re branded on the tongue and inflict pain if the slave speaks out of turn.”

Cynthia quiets down and Johann lets her slump dejectedly on the floor.

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The trip to the slave registration office takes no longer than an hour. The paperwork is done quickly and slave mark is branded onto Cynthia’s left shoulder despite her muffled protests. To celebrate Johann’s first slave, the office gives him a set of metal collars for free. Supposedly, these collars would shift in to accommodate its wearer; smaller if it was a child and larger if it was an adolescent or adult. They would also discipline the slave should they fall out of line with an application of electricity.

Johann dangled the key in front of an increasingly depressed Cynthia before tying it into a necklace and hanging it around his neck.

“Come now, Cynthia.” Johann ordered. “Let’s go home. I have to introduce you to my mother.”

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Introductions went about as well as he expected they would.

His mother was largely indifferent to Cynthia, but she had helped her get settled into their home. As they only had two rooms, the girl was forced to bunk in with Johann and share his. Some discussion had led to his mother agreeing to take their new slave out clothes shopping and two weeks later, she had all but integrated herself into the Strauss family.

Not content to have her lazing around, Johann spoke with the matron of the brothel and Cynthia was easily put to work as a serving girl in he brothel. It was a certainly a godsend as the matron had recently decided to renovate the front half of the establishment, turning it into a bar of sorts to entertain people who were waiting for their favourite whore to finish with their current customer. It was a wise decision in Johann’s opinion, and gave him a reason to watch his slave as she worked.

Which was what he was doing now; evaluating her performance as she served meals and drinks to patrons while guided those with an itch to scratch to the rooms further back. She was acceptable, being polite with customers and careful with the meals she had to bring. Every now and then, she could even muster the strength to smile a little, endearing her to some of the customers she served. She was still young, but she had potential; her curves were still developing and her hair was still a mess, but proper feeding and a few good baths could change that. Then he’d have his own pretty woman to service him. Heh.

“Johann.” the young man blinked and turned to the speaker. It was the matron, an attractive middle-aged woman with blonde hair done in curls wearing a loose dress not unlike the kind he’d seen on nobles. She had a pipe hanging from the corner of her mouth and it stank of cheap tobacco. “You’re a Cleaner, aren’t ya?”

“I just started, but yeah.” Johann nodded. “Why?”

“One of the girls around back is dead. Siria.” The matron exhaled a cloud of smoke into Johann’s face and the young man breathed it deep. “One of the regulars did her in, that lousy shit. I’ve already hired some adventurers to bring him in and replace the girl he killed, but the body’s still around back. I’m closing the place for today to let everyone catch their breath.” She met his gaze. “Her room is the one marked with a red sign. Take care of it.”

“…Sure.” Johan stood. “Anything I should note?”

“The girl had a daughter and she saw the whole thing. She’s scared outta her mind and won’t let go of her dead mommy’s hand.” The matron walked away. “Take care of her too.”

Well.

Johann nodded and proceeded to the back of the building, where the service rooms were located. He padded down a hallway and found the door in question; sign hanging from it read ‘in use, stay out’. The young man took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The room was a mess, with the bed upturned and the various make-up and contraceptive products strewn all over. The wooden floor and some parts of the walls feature deep grooves and indents leading to the bathroom; traces of a struggle and where nails had been dug in as the woman in question was likely dragged off to her doom. Johann padded into the bathroom.

There he saw a young woman, give or take eight to five years from his mother, laying on the tiled floor next to the filled bathtub with wide eyes and a blank face. She was topless and wore a skirt without panties, and cum leaked out from her used holes. She had rich brown hair, blue eyes, flawless white skin, average breasts, and toned pale legs. Her face sported a beauty mark on the upper left corner of her mouth. In his mind’s eye, Johann could easily see her laying half-naked on her side, a finger tracing her lips and lingering at her beauty mark as she smiled seductively.

Her body was wet from the waist up, and water slowly seeped out of her open mouth. She was drowned.

Sitting beside the body and holding its hand was an adolescent girl, fifteen to seventeen years old, dressed in a nightgown. She shared a strong resemblance to the dead body laying on the floor, and Johann knew that she was Siria’s daughter.

“She’s dead, you know.” Johann noted absently as he reached for one of the towels. “Holding her hand won’t bring her back.”

The girl said nothing.

“You could easily take her place. Wear her dresses, entertain the same men, use the same make-up she did.” Johann approached quietly, towel wrapped around his hands. “You’re really pretty. I could see myself being one of your regulars.”

The girl did nothing.

“What’s your name?” Johann asked as he raised the towel.

“…Amy.” The girl said.

Johann lunged and wrapped the towel around Amy’s neck. The girl choked and struggled, letting go of her mother’s hand to scratch and grab at Johann’s hands. She bucked and kicked like a wild mule, sending beauty products everywhere and generally making a mess of the bathroom. Johann held strong, keeping the towel wrapped around her neck as he leveraged his greater height and weight to force Amy on her knees right over her mother.

He kicked one of her legs until she knelt over the dead body, then pressed down and forced her to straddle it. Johann leaned forward and slowly forced Amy to lock lips with her dead parent.

She struggled mightily for a few moments more, and Johann kept her down as her movements slowed and her gurgling stopped. When they did, Johann removed the towel, pulled Amy up by the hair, grabbed her chin, and smashed her temple onto the edge of the bathtub hard enough to make her skull to crack.

He heard a gasp and looked up. Cynthia was there, looking at the scene with wide, hazy eyes and a hand between her legs.

“What’re you doing here?” Johann asked, voice casual and smooth even after he just murdered a young woman on her mother’s corpse.

“T-T-The matron s-sent me t to help you d-dispose the body…” Cynthia looked at Amy’s dead form in Johann’s arms. “Well, b-bodies, now.”

“Hm.” Johann nodded, but his eyes were glued onto Cynthia’s hand that was between her legs. His gaze flicked up to her eyes and saw hesitation in them. “You liked what I did, then?” Johann smirked and Cynthia blushed hard. The young man dropped Amy onto her mother and roughly pulled down the adolescent girl’s panties. “Then you’ll like this.”

Johann propped Amy’s rear up and pushed her nightgown past her hips. He pulled out his cock and pushed in, savouring the feeling of her tight pussy as he bottomed out. Cynthia stared for a moment then looked away, but her hand worked harder.

“Eyes on me, slave.” Johann ordered and the obedience collar came to life, shocking Cynthia just enough to make her jump in pain. She turned to him, tears prickling her eyes but no less frantic in her efforts to get off. “That’s it, take it all in.”

Johann began to thrust, slow and languid at first but slowly gaining speed.

“Watch me fuck these dead bodies raw.” Johann growled, his grip tightening on Amy’s lifeless form. “Look at how they flop around. Look at how they stare blankly ahead. Look at them, Cynthia, and remember that this could’ve been you in that alley two weeks ago.”

Cynthia began to pant and lowered herself to her knees, a hand on the doorframe as your rampant thrusting moved Amy’s body so that her face was tucked into the crook of her mother’s neck and forced air in and out of her dead lungs in a faint mockery of moaning. From where she was, Cynthia could’ve mistaken the two being lost in the throes of pleasure.

Johann groaned and came hard into Amy’s pussy, filling her up. He pulled out and a strand of cum stuck to the tip of his cock.

“Come here.” Johann commanded and Cynthia crawled over, her legs useless from the amount of masturbation she did. “Take off your panties and sit on Siria’s face.”

Cynthia obeyed shakily, pulling down her underwear and sitting on the dead whore’s face. Johann growled and tugged Amy’s body off, letting it flop lifelessly beside them. He pushed into the dead woman’s cunt and thrust hard enough to make the body slide over the wet floor; stimulating Cynthia who immediately began to rub herself on the dead woman’s face, grabbing her breasts to steady herself.

“You like this, don’t you?” Johann growled. “Violating dead bodies with your master, and then playing the victim while you’re being dominated? You live for this, don’t you?”

“Yesssss…” Cynthia hissed as she pressed herself harder against Siria’s face. “More…”

Johann reached forward, grabbed her face, and pulled her in for a kiss as he came. He thrust hard enough that the sudden friction rubbed against Cynthia’s clit, making the slave girl cum as well. She moaned into the kiss, her grip on the dead woman’s breasts tightening.

When the two finally relaxed, they stared into each other’s eyes and grinned.

“We’ve got a few more hours.” Johann said as he shrugged off his shirt and pants. “And Siria and Amy wouldn’t mind if we played around for a few more rounds.”

“Mmm…” Cythia hummed as she pulled off her dress. “Could you do me from behind? I wanna eat out the younger one’s cunt.”

“With pleasure.”