chapter 2 - the chateau - john's story
I slowly came awake to the exquisite sensations of my rigid cock being slowly
and sensuously masturbated. It took me a few seconds before I reasilsed where I
was, then it all came back to me with a rush, and my throbbing prick pulsed
madly in reaction. My aching balls again felt tight and full while I relived the
events of the last twenty four hours or so. The shame and degradation of being
sold. The sheer sexual excitement of being forced to come in public, not to
mention to drink my own ball cream on each occasion. The humiliation of being
exposed to a flight attendant, as a slave, for her amusement. But most of all
the sheer masochistic delight of having my sensitive balls so relentlessly, and
savagely punished.
My sister sat beside me, no doubt with similar thoughts dominating her mind, for
she too had been subjected to the same mixture of sexual lust and severe
punishment as I. Master was awake but taking no notice of us, even when knowing
that our sexuality was being relentlessly stimulated. The plane was approaching
its landing and my mind was alive to the unknown fate that awaited me. The only
thing that I was sure of was that our lives were about to change dramatically. I
strongly suspected that our new owner would be taking us to a completely knew
level of erotic submission and abject slavery that could not have even been
imagined under the care of Sir Michael. My brain soared with it. My masochistic
makeup was alive with anticipation and longing. This Master was surely to prove
to be the ultimate in cruelty and debauched imagination, with the means to
satisfy his own dominant urges without any form of restraint. At least I prayed
that this was to be so.
The plane touched down smoothly, and taxied to the terminal. Passengers all
around us were preparing to disembark. We sat patiently waiting, our dreadful
excitement growing every minute until I thought I would bust with anticipation.
Finally Master signaled to us to rise, which we did with some awkwardness
because of our bondage. We then followed him into the concourse, playing the
parts of submissive Moslem wives to perfection.
We were met by man who from his mode of dress was obviously Master's chauffeur.
He led us from the airport to a big black stretch limousine. We were soon safely
seated in the opulent cabin of the vehicle, and on our way to god knows where.
The relentless masturbation of my throbbing penis recommenced as the car glided
through the city. I sat quietly, as if I had any choice, and endured the
stimulation. Master continued to ignore us, examining papers that had awaited
him when we entered the car. Although we couldn't hear anything I saw him make
numerous phone calls throughout the trip.
We left the city after a half an hour or so, and the car glided through open
country on a major highway for another hour or more before it turned off onto a
country road. Twenty minutes later we turned off into a tree lined track and
slowed down. The car moved on for a further ten minutes before a magnificent
mansion, set in immaculately kept gardens, came into view. I marveled at the
sheer size and beauty of the chateau.
As soon as the big vehicle drew to a halt, and the chauffeur opened the door to
the rear cabin, Master collected his papers and got out. A few minutes later a
man, dressed in the livery of a seventeenth century servant, poked his head into
the cabin had signaled June and I to get out. I realised, with a shock of
wonder, that the man's uniform was made entirely of fine rubber when I was able
to more closely see it, as I clumsily alighted from the car. Once both June and
I stood on the pavement the car pulled away and we were beckoned to follow the
servant.
We followed the rubber clad man around a path than ran along the side of the
chateau until we came to what was obviously the tradesman's entrance. We were
quickly shepherded inside and found ourselves in a corridor, with had a polished
wooden floor, that was dimly lit. The air was pleasantly cool, and even this
bare passage promised luxury and opulence that we had never seen before. We
followed the footman down this passage until we came to another door which he
opened for us, and prodded us through.
I found that we had entered a large room, painted almost entirely white, and
well lit. I blushed furiously when I found that two cells formed the greater
part of the room. The cells were exactly like those you would find in prison,
except that bars formed three of the walls. The interiors of each cell had
merely an open toilet and a narrow bunk as their furnishings and each had a
chain hanging from above the small bunk. I suspected that these cells were to be
our permanent home when we were not being used. The sheer finality of it
propagated a deep sense of submissive acceptance in my mind.
The footman wasted no time in stripping off our robes. In a clinical and
impersonal way he stripped the bizarre cages from our naked bodies. I was not
surprised when he removed the clamp from the base of my prick that it remained
erect, for my state of mind was so acutely attuned to the humiliation of my
submissive circumstances, that I would actually have felt shamed beyond belief
if it had softened . I noted that June's succulent pussy was still obviously wet
after she too had been stripped completely, and knew that she was experiencing
the same feelings of gorgeous submission that I was.
Our arms were freed from their bondage, but this was only fleeting. No sooner
had they been freed than the footman quickly taped our wrists together behind
our backs with strong rubber tapes, then , with similar tapes circled our elbows
together until they touched at the centres of our backs. The footman, having
removed our helmets then, in broken English, ordered us to a door on the far
side of our prison. We padded through this door and found ourselves in a
communal bathing facility. Privacy was not an issue in the bathroom. All was
completely open, and awaiting us there were two more rubber uniformed servants.
These two were female, and their uniforms, ridiculously short skirts, vests that
left the greater proportions of their breasts bare, and fine rubber stockings
that encased their shapely legs, were exquisitely erotic. Each wore her long
hair in a pony tail, and was heavily made up.
Two showers were turned on and adjusted until the streaming waters were piping
hot. We were then urged under the flows and the two female servants began to
thoroughly bath our bodies. The girls were quick and efficient in their task,
and completely impersonal, even when soaping the strongly erect shaft of my
cock. Our arse holes were thoroughly cleaned out and then we were subjected to
almost painful cleansing enemas. Our hair was washed and shampooed at the end of
our baths.
We were then dried off and our hair blown dry and brushed out until the tresses
gleamed. The two girls then took us from the bathroom and into another room
which was obviously our dressing room since it was equipped with plenty of
storage cupboards, and had two vanity areas. We were sat down and our faces were
made up by our attendants. I blushed furiously while makeup was applied to my
beardless features (My beard had been permanently removed, along with the rest
of my body hair while I was under Sir Michael's care), as I always did when
being painted up like a woman.
The servant transformed my features into those of a woman, albeit a sluttish
one. Ruby red lips, deep black eye makeup, and rosy blush for my cheeks. Tiny
rings were inserted in June's pussy lips, then a small clear perspex circle was
threaded through them. When the circle was completed it served to spread the
lips of her pussy wide open and I could already see her prominent clitoris
responding to its obscene exposure. The serving girl added to June's excitement
by reaching down and gently frigging that little organ until it was fully erect
and throbbed with pleasure, and the exposed meat of her sex slot showed a
glistening of her moisture.
The girl who had been preparing me reached down into my crotch and sexily
stropped my semi erect prick with cool efficiency. Needless to say within thirty
seconds I was erect and throbbing in response. Then she attached a cock and ball
ring to me. Once this was securely strapped in place it served to enclose and
separate my swollen balls, and encased the base of my standing prick snugly,
allowing ejaculation, but no subsequent softening.
When they were finished these servants were dismissed by the supervising
footman. He then placed discipline helmets over our heads. These helmets left
the lower halves of our faces, from just below the eyes, bare, but covered the
rest of our skulls completely. For the moment we could see, for large holes in
the helmets corresponded to our eyes, as others did at our ears.
Once again this was only fleeting, for patches were soon attached to the eye
holes and I was plunged into total darkness. Then plugs were forced into my
ears, making me absolutely deaf as swell. My mouth was prised open and a large
penis gag thrust down my gulping throat and strapped in place. I felt cuffs
being put on my ankles. Finally I felt cuffs being firmly strapped to my legs,
just above the knees, and a spreader bar being fixed to them, ensuring that my
thighs were kept well spread
The next thing I felt, for this was the only sense left to me, was the firm
touch of what was obviously the business end of a whip on the skin of my bottom.
I clearly recognised that the man was using this as a means of showing me what
to do. I stepped forward in response, and found that I had also been hobbled,
and could only take steps of about a foot in distance. This, together with the
spreader bar forced me to waddle humiliatingly with my strongly erect prick
swaying hotly and lewdly before me. What a sight I must have made! I hobbled
off, turning when the whip lash touched a shoulder, the right or left, depending
in which direction was required.
You can not imagine how helpless I felt at this time. It is a completely alien
environment, to be shepherded around by the flick of a whip, not knowing where
you are or where you are going. I realised how a deaf, dumb and blind person
must feel except, of course, I had all of my senses in reality, and so my brain
was not naturally compensating for disability. But what was most deliciously
degrading, of course, was the blatant, and obscene display of my sexuality to
any and all who might see me. My rouged cheeks flushed hotly, and my swaying
prick pulsed wildly with the sheer embarrassment, and deliciously submissive
rapture coursing through me.
The whip lash touched my chest which I naturally interpreted as a signal to
stop, and did so. Then it landed firmly on my shoulder, and I dutifully sank to
my widely spread knees. A few seconds later I sensed a change in the air
temperature, and realised that June and I must have been kneeling before a door.
The whip lash then tapped my bottom insistently and I responded by shuffling
forward on my knees, struggling to maintain my balance.
Shuffling in this fashion, of course, accentuated the swaying of my obscenely
erect cock, and would have been making my display even more sexually depraved to
anyone seeing me. I reveled in my shame and subservient decadence. We were
guided by the footman to what appeared to be a rubber surface, obviously a mat
of some sort, and positioned on it. Then we were left alone. I knelt, completely
deprived of all senses, for what seemed to be hours, although the passing of
time didn't seem to me much to me. My imagination ran wild as to what might be
happening around me. Was I in a room full of people who were mocking my
perverted display, or was I completely alone, left to my own fears and dread. I
sincerely hoped that it was the later.
Nothing happened for ages. I lost all track of time and would have, no doubt,
lost my erection had it not been for the cock ring that prevented this from
happening. I almost jumped out of my skin in fright when a gloved hand suddenly
cupped my swollen balls and squeezed them quite painfully. I was not alone after
all! Over the next indeterminable period my body was prodded and pinched, my
genitals impersonally handled by numerous sets of hands, all obviously gloved. I
assumed that June was also being subjected to the same ordeal. I accepted it
with growing excitement, not that I had any say in it of course.
After a long time, at least to my mind, I was yet again left entirely alone.
Suddenly the patches covering my eyes were removed. I blinked rapidly, to clear
away the tears that flowed as the light hit my eyes. Eventually I was again able
to see clearly. I blushed to see that my new owner was seated on a raised throne
like seat a few feet away, and in front of my kneeling nudity. June's eye
patches had also been removed, I supposed, for I was careful not to look around
me.
Next the plugs were removed from my ears and, since there were no others, other
than the Master, and the footman attending to us in the room, it was still
almost noiseless. I could, however, hear the breathing of June, kneeling next to
me, and the padding sound of the footman as he silently went about his duties.
When he had eventually retired to our rear, Master addressed us:
"Depraved beasts," He said in mocking tones, "Now that the members have been
given the opportunity to inspect your carcasses it is time to acquaint you as to
your roles in our little society. Firstly I will explain to you where you sit in
the hierarchy of the Chateau, and what this involves for you."
He clapped his hands twice, and eight figures filed into the room, four males,
and four females. They were all attired in silks and satins, and were
exquisitely beautiful. The females wore long skirts and loose bodices, and the
males silk shirts and loose pants. They moved in single file until they stood in
a line a couple of feet away from, and in front of us.
"These delectable creatures are our whores." Master announced. "Their sole
purpose is to sexually service members when they require that kind of service.
Each one has been trained in the provision of erotic pleasure to a degree that
defies imagination. As well as being consummate harlots they are also, of
course, slaves. Their performance is always closely monitored, and even the most
insignificant complaint from a member about their performance results in severe
punishment. Needless to say, they are so highly skilled in the wanton arts, and
so immaculately dedicated to lascivious behavior, that this almost never
happens. These slaves are under contract to the chateau, and generally leave
once they have fulfilled the terms of their contracts. This ensures that the
whores are turned over often enough to keep the members interested."
Master nodded to the female whore at the end of the lineup and ordered, "Show
yourself to the bitch, whore!" The beautiful girl moved out of line and stood
before June. She swept her skirt aside to reveal a pussy of stunning beauty,
long lipped and plump, completely hairless, and swollen with arousal, nestling
between shapely thighs of alabaster. She shrugged her shoulders and her top
dropped away to reveal a set of exquisite breasts, full but not too large, and
capped with pink nipples that were long and hard. She pirouetted to show off a
pair of voluptuous buttocks before turning back to June. I was sure that my
little sister was beside herself with longing when faced with such sensual
beauty.
"My whores are highly sexed, and there are not always members in attendance to
use them. Because of this I will be permitting the females to use your mouth,
bitch, to relieve their sexual tensions whenever they feel the need. You,
however, must earn the right to this privilege. You will, after a whore has
signaled that she wishes to use you, seek out the nearest footman, and then
present him with a tit whip. You will be able to retrieve such and implement
anywhere in the chateau from the racks such as that one over there," He
explained, pointing to a long low rack from which hung numerous pain giving
instruments of varying designs, "As there are plenty of such storage racks
scattered throughout the chateau, and gardens. You will approach the nearest
footman and, after an appropriate display of submission, present him with the
chosen whip, then offer your fat tits up for punishment. Once the footman is
satisfied that your udders are suffering sufficient torment he will return the
whip to you. After you have returned the whip to its rack you will then approach
the whore who wants to use you. You will display your tits to her so that she
might confirm that you have earned the right to service her, then she will allow
you to consummate that service, for as long as she feels the need."
The Master paused for a moment, to allow the intent of his speech to sink in,
then continued, "Of course, a member might also find it amusing to watch you
used in this way. Should this be the case you will follow the same method
except, instead of seeking out a footman, you will allow the member to attend to
the punishment of your floppy tits." The whore, once the dissitation was over,
made to return to her position in the lineup. She allowed her skirts to fall
back down over her legs, and pulled her bodice back up, covering her magnificent
breasts. When she was half way back to her position Master had second thought,
and called to her to halt.
"A demonstration that you understand this duty might be a good idea, bitch." He
said, then addressed the whore, "Signal the bitch that you want to use her
mouth, whore!" The beautiful girl smiled as she turned, then she gazed straight
at June, and swept aside her skirt once more and waited. This was to be the only
message needed. June immediately shuffled over to the ornate rack. Not having
the use of her hands was no impediment to the excited masochist. She was about
to have her tender breasts punished, and the very thought of it filled her with
submissive bliss. In fact, I believe that she was looking forward to her pain
even more than she was to tasting the girl's succulent pussy.
June moved until she knelt before that section of the rack marked as holding tit
whips. It was loaded with numerous whips of differing types, all designed to
inflict the severest of pain, but not to damage the flesh they were to be used
on. I was to find out later that all the pain giving implements in use at the
chateau had been designed by an eastern European torturer, and while they were
capable of inflicting the most excruciating agony on their victims, they were
specifically designed not to cause severe physical damage. After all, it's no
good having a pain slave who spends more time recovering from his or her
sessions, than that actually being available for use in them, is it? We were to
find out just how satanic that torturer must have been on many occasions.
June selected a whip that was constructed of a multitude of long thin wires,
each tipped with a tiny metal ball no larger that the ball in a ball-point pen.
The handle of the whip was in the shape of a penis and made of solid black
rubber. She took this evil instrument in her mouth and then shuffled over to the
footman. She first deposited the whip at his feet, then bent forward and pressed
her painted lips to the toe of his right shoe, kissing it with submissive
devotion. She repeated this servile act with his left shoe, then took the whip
between her teeth again and reared up and offered it to the man.
He took the whip with a mocking leer and gazed down at June while she reared
ever further back, and offered him the masses of her breasts, shimmying her
shoulders almost imperceptibly in the effort to demonstrate her willingness to
surrender the tender mounds to their cruel punishment. The man wasted no time in
attending to June's silent plea. He raised the diabolic whip high and brought it
down without mercy. A tiny yelp of hurt escaped June's lips when the strands of
the whip sliced brutally into her delicate flesh, and hot pain exploded in her
fevered brain. The man thrashed her suffering breasts without pity for a couple
of minutes, to her continuous whimpers. The skin of her tormented breasts turned
from creamy white to rosy red as the whipping continued. Her anguished breasts
must have been burning horrifically before the footman considered that she was
suffering enough, and dropped the whip down onto the floor.
June, despite the intensity of her anguish, leant down and devotedly kissed the
toes of her cruel tormentor, as if thanking him for the gift of agony he had so
brutally inflicted on her. She then took the whip between her teeth once again
and shuffled off to replace it on the rack. She waddled back towards the whore,
and on arriving in front of her leant down and kissed the girl's toes in servile
submission. She reared back up on her knees and stared with awed rapture at the
Girl's beautiful face. The whore nodded slightly, and June shuffled forward a
foot or so, and buried her face in the girl's bare crotch.
June's soft tongue ploughed into the whore's pussy and we were soon assailed by
the wanton sounds of liquid sucking. June went to work on the sex, alternating
between deeply tonguing the silky vagina, and tongue whipping the stiff
throbbing clitoris. Soon the whore's breathing revealed her growing stimulation,
and the inevitable orgasm began to peak. "One climax will be sufficient for this
demonstration!" Master snapped as the girl went over the edge, her convulsing
sex surrendering to the supreme talents of June's eager tongue, and pouring its
succulent juices into her wildly swallowing mouth.
Once the girl's orgasm had completely ran its course June diligently licked her
pussy clean of all its juices then again kissed the girl's toes, this time to
express her gratitude. She then waddled back and took up her position kneeling
next to me. The whore returned to the line, her face still flushed with the
aftermath of her release. The odour of ripe female sex wafted from June to me,
and I wondered how much of it was coming from her flushed, glistening face, and
how much was from her own enormously aroused sex.
"Harlot! Reveal yourself to the hog!" Being snapped out by Master soon brought
me back to reality. He went on to quickly explain that my balls were to suffer
before I would be permitted to orally service a male whore's prick. One of the
male whores quickly moved over and stood in front of me. He split his silken
trousers wide open and revealed to my excited gaze a prick of rare beauty, and
sensuality. It was semi erect and about eighth inches in length. It was not
overly thick, but juicy, and gorgeously formed. My mouth flooded with yearning
while I stared at the virile organ with its smoothly shaven balls so obviously
full of that male sap that I craved so badly. My own achingly stiff prick pulsed
with ecstatic pleasure when it struck me that I was actually going to be
permitted to suck this delicious penis off. I couldn't wait!
"Get on with it, harlot!" Master rapped out impatiently, causing my heart to
race. The whore nodded down to me, which I was lucky to notice, given my
concentration on his gorgeous penis. I waddled awkwardly over to the rack and
selected a whip from the section headed testicle punishers. The one I chose
filled me with dread. Perhaps that was the reason I chose it. My masochistic,
and acutely subservient brain knew instinctively that I must suffer terribly to
earn the right to engulf the penis I had just been gazing at in my adoring
mouth.
I shuffled over to the footman and, after kissing his toes in groveling
submission, presented him with the supple three stranded whip with marble sized
metal balls dangling from its business end. The man took the pain instrument
from my mouth and I reared back and offered my balls, in their bizarre bondage
to him. He raised the whip high, and brought it slashing down towards its
vulnerable target. I moaned low in my chest as the agony washed over me. My
balls felt as though they were on fire. The cruel servant lashed the tender eggs
with all his might, and it was all I could do to maintain my balance as I
suffered and suffered.
By the time the man threw the whip back down onto the floor my brain was
continually singing in agony. My abused balls were swollen mightily, and were on
fire. Tears of anguish poured down my cheeks, and my breath came in tortured
gasps. I leant forward as if in a daze, and retrieved the whip that had so hurt
me so horribly in my mouth, and returned it to its rack. I then waddled over to
the whore. By the time I knelt before that beautiful man once again my mouth was
again flooded with yearning, and the horrifically fire laden appendages at the
base of my own burgeoning prick had slipped from the forefront of my
consciousness. I had suffered, and now I was to get my reward! It was as it
should be!
I leant down and devotedly kissed his toes, then reared back and presented him
with the evidence of my suffering. His lips creased in the hint of a smile, and
his head nodded his assent almost imperceptibly. My heart sang with joy, and I
shuffled forward that final foot, and thrust my face towards its erotic target.
I noted, with a sigh of pleasure, that the whore's prick was now fully erect,
and arched up along his flat belly. A surge of sexual adrenaline coursed through
me when my lips were finally pressed adoringly against the tight package of his
testicles.
I breathed in the heady aroma of male sexuality to the accompaniment of fresh
surges of submissive delight flowing through me. My eager tongue washed wetly
over the man's lovely balls with utter tenderness, to somehow demonstrate to him
just how deep my craving was to drink from them, and to savour the luscious
essence that they would grant to me. I then, with infinite care and longing,
kissed and lapped my way up the length of his proudly standing column of male
potency until my lips were finally, adoringly, pressed to the tip of its flaring
head.
When I eventually allowed my agile tongue to lap wetly over that spongy knob of
sexuality, my brain sang with utter bliss while the scrumptious flavours of male
sexuality joined their aroma in a wanton duel to dominate my reeling senses. The
pain filling my balls had receded into the distant background while I wallowed
in my submissive joy. I opened my mouth wide, and engulfed the head of the hot
prick entirely. My blood raced with rapture when I slowly plunged my mouth down,
and it was filled with hot throbbing penis. The penis head slowly crept to the
back of my mouth, and then into my wildly gulping throat.
An explosion of ecstasy consumed me when my lips were stretched wide around the
base of the prick, and my nose was pressed firmly into the hard flesh of the
whore's lower belly. I wallowed in my shame. Oh how I loved to be on my knees,
in bondage, and suffering, with a virile penis, hot and throbbing, buried down
my adoring gullet. I didn't have long to contemplate my situation however,
because the craving need to taste the whore's ball cream soon overcame me, and I
began to suck the pulsating prick with all the skill I had. It plunged in and
out of my mouth with slow sensuality, and my tongue washed over the hot, hard,
throbbing meat with consummate passion.
After a few minutes of passionate sucking the whore's belly began to quiver, and
his hot cock seemed to swell even larger in my working mouth. I sensed that his
climax was approaching rapidly, and changed my tactics slightly. I allowed all
but the top two inches of his prick to escape my mouth, and then concentrated on
wildly sucking what remained in my eager mouth. My tongue lashed the throbbing
cock head with single minded devotion until, with a squeal of pleasure from the
whore, he began to climax.
The first spurt of his hot, musky cock cream splashed into the back of my
gulping throat, flooding it with a deluge of unbelievable force. I swallowed
wildly, my submissive mind singing with delight. Spurt after spurt shot from the
tip of the cumming prick, and I eagerly slurped it around in my mouth, savouring
the heady flavour of the rich cock juice before swallowing it down. I sucked the
prick until it was exhausted and began to wilt. I then plunged my mouth down
until my lips were again stretched around its thick root, then squeezed every
last drop of juice form it.
With extreme reluctance I finally allowed the softening pole to leave my mouth.
I kissed its sated tip with love and devotion, then leant down and kissed the
whore's toes in deference to his superiority. I then shuffled back to my
position, as did the male whore. Once I was back in position I allowed myself to
wallow briefly in my happiness, and to savour the lingering after taste of the
whore's luscious ball cream, which was now cooling in my welcoming belly.
Master then dismissed the whores who left the room in single file, as they had
first arrived. He contemplated our kneeling nudity's for a few minutes, then
clapped his hands once again. Six naked people filed into the room and lined up
where the whores had been previously. There were three of each sex, and my mouth
gaped in wonder at them. All were at least six feet tall and hairless right up
to their shiny skulls. The females possessed breasts of a size that defied
description. To give you some idea of the sheer immensity of their breasts I
would consider that each mound was the size of a basketball and shaped
perfectly. The nipples that capped these amazing breasts poked out at least an
inch, and were obviously erect.
The women's torsos tapered to waists of incredible narrowness before flaring out
to wide hips and volumous, and shapely buttocks. Long legs and full thighs
completed the picture. The pussies the women possessed were, like their breasts,
seemingly overly full lipped and prominent. The long plump outer lips gaped
slightly with arousal, and each possessed a clitoris that was so large that it
served to hold the pussy lips open at their apex. The word voluptuous was
invented surely to describe such women.
The three males were equally incredible, built like body builders with bulging
muscles all over their superb bodies. They possessed penises that were
extraordinary in their sheer size, at least fifteen inches long, and two inches
in diameter. The huge heads were the size of lemons. The testicles that road
tightly at the bases of these magnificent specimens of male sexuality were the
size of oranges, full and round and bursting with sap. The penises of the male's
were strongly erect and sprouted from their smooth hairless crotches up their
lean, muscular bellies with the drooling heads poised just below their bulging
pectorals.
My mouth gaped in wonder for, while I normally am not overly impressed with
penises that are too large (One can never do a huge penis justice when you suck
it, purely because its size does not allow you to use the talents of your mouth
to the best possible extent), the penises of these males had me experiencing
surges of pure craving.
"These are the Chateau's sluts. They too are, or course, slaves although, unlike
the whores, they are not contracted for a set period, but are rather, slaves for
life, or until we find that they have grown to old to be useful, at which time
they are retired. The sluts exist purely to entertain the members with displays
of sexual depravity and debauchery. They are so highly sexed that their entire
being is dedicated solely to sexual activity. They are consummate performers of
depraved and debauched acts, either individually, or as a group. They exist in a
state of continual arousal, and can never get enough" Master explained,
obviously extremely proud of the six sex animals.
"The sluts spend their time evenly distributed between engaging in displays of
sexual gymnastics for the amusement of the members, and keeping their bodies in
the peak of condition. They practice their depraved arts constantly when not
being used, and are charged with dreaming up new and sexually exciting ways to
display their lasciviousness. The sluts are essentially exhibitionists and
perform either solely, or with each other. That is not to say that they are not
sometimes used for other purposes, and with others. Sometimes a member will
bring his or her private slave to the chateau and if it amuses them to give that
slave to the sluts as a plaything for a few hours when this is requested, we are
entirely pleased to accede to the member's desire." The master paused for a
while, as if remembering past events, then added with a chuckle, "Many a little
slave girl has left the chateau with bow legs after a few hours of gang raping
by my lovely male sluts!"
"Slut!" He rapped, indicating the far male in the line. "Demonstrate your
talents to the new animals for me, if you please." The male's face split into a
wide leer and, to my complete astonishment, he leant his head down towards his
arching cock and, amazingly, engulfed six inches of it into his own mouth. Now I
am able, with a supreme effort, to lap my own cock head if I extend my tongue to
its fullest extent, but could never contemplate achieving anything like what
this slut was doing. I watched in awe as he sucked himself passionately. After a
few minutes it became obvious that he was approaching climax. When this happened
he allowed his cock to escape from his lips, and wildly tongued its swollen head
until steam after stream of semen gushed from its tip. The slut slurped up every
drop of his copious discharge, and swallowed it down with eager gusto. When his
prick was spent, and showed the first signs of wilting he again engulfed it in
his wide mouth and sucked it until the huge organ was again steel hard and
throbbing visibly. He then straightened up again.
"Slut, you too!" Master called indicating the female in the middle of the line.
If I was totally amazed by the performance of the male slut, I was even more
dumbfounded by what the female was capable of. She spread her legs wide and then
leant her torso backwards. The next thing I saw was her face appearing between
her legs below her wantonly splayed crotch, and her massive breasts drooping
down almost to her knees. She then raised her face until her long pink tongue
was able to lap at her own stiff clitoris. The slut lapped and sucked at the
clitoris with such lewd passion that in almost no time her pussy was convulsing
wildly, and surrendering copious quantities of her rich climax juice. The wanton
slut then busily lapped up all of the flowing juices and drank them down
eagerly. When her pussy was again relatively dry she teased her softened
clitoris with her tongue tip until it was again stiff and erect at the apex of
her dampening pussy. She then folded her torso back and resumed her position. I
was sure that June would be green with envy at what this woman had just
demonstrated.
"Clever, aren't they" Master chortled, seeing the disbelief in our eyes. "As
with our whores, pigs, I will allow the sluts to use you if it amuses them, or
more importantly, if a member would be entertained by watching such an event.
The sluts will be permitted to rape your arseholes, the females for you, bitch,
and the males for you, hog! Of course, and again as with the whores, when you
are privileged to be used in this way you will have to pay a price. The sluts
will only be permitted to rape an arsehole that nestles in the crack between a
pair of well striped arse slabs. The sluts will signal their desire by merely
rutting their hips at you. When you see this you will immediately retrieve an
appropriate whipping implement and seek out a footman to administer to you, or
the member as the case may be. After you have been appropriately prepared you
will approach the slut and offer yourself in an suitable fashion. You will, of
course, attend to the cleanliness of the slut who has used you after they have
finished."
Master then indicated to one of the female sluts, and she moved out of the line
and stood in front of June, then rutted her hips at the kneeling girl. June
immediately shuffled off to the rack and selected a long thin cane from among
the offerings. She then moved to the waiting footman and , after kissing his
toes, offered the cane to him. He took the evil implement while June reversed
her body and leant forward offering him the shapely mounds of her raised bottom
swaying the gorgeous cheeks in open invitation.
The footman raised the cane high and slashed it down onto the proffered bottom
cheeks with all the force he could muster. June's yelp of pain echoed around the
room, but she kept the burning mounds in place and was rewarded with another
cruel stroke for her pains. The footman delivered six cruel strokes before he
threw the cane down. I could only imagine how June's poor buttocks must burn.
While June was receiving her caning the slut had quickly padded off to a wall
cupboard and had retrieved a monstrous double dildo, each rubber prick being at
least twelve inches long and two inches thick. She had driven one dildo deeply
into her fabulous pussy and wetted it thoroughly with her sticky juices. She
then drove the other one into herself and left it there.
June waddled over to the slut and, after kissing the girl's toes submissively,
turned and offered her lewdly swaying, well striped bottom. The slut wasted no
time in driving the dildo up June's arse with one full stroke that caused a
squeal to be torn from June's gaping mouth. The slut then began to rape her with
long full strokes, driving the enormous dildo in and out of her aching arsehole.
June swayed her skewered bottom around like a bitch in heat, and soon her
whimpers of hurt became tiny shrieks of pleasure. The slut raped June until she
had brought herself off on the dildo buried up her pussy, she tore the dual
dildo from both June's arsehole, and her own drenched pussy and threw it down on
the floor.
June immediately dropped down and began to lap the end of the dildo that had
been driven up the slut's pussy. She licked every drop of the slut's juice from
the rubber cock, then lapped the end that had plumbed the depths of her arsehole
clean as well. She completed her task by kissing the slut's toes one last time
then resumed her position next to me. The slut bent down and picked up the dildo
and returned it to the cupboard before returning to her position. Now it was my
turn.
Master had soon pointed to the male slut who was to tend to me, and I was on my
way over to the rack. I chose a weapon similar to the one that had been used on
June and found myself before the footman with my lips glued to his toes. I
presented him with the cruel cane then submissively offered up my smooth bottom
for its punishment. I just managed to stifle a squeal when the cane lashed into
my proffered mounds the first time, and a line of fire erupted on my backside.
The more strokes that were delivered with such force and cruelty, the harder I
found it to contain myself, and by the time the sixth had been delivered I was
shrieking quietly. My arse mounds felt as though they were on fire while I
shuffled over to the standing slut. I dutifully kissed the glorious male's toes
then offered him my burning arse.
The slut reached down and tore my flaming arse cheeks apart and with no warning
whatsoever, drove his enormous penis up my arsehole to the hilt. My mouth gaped
open in sheer shock at the pain of the invasion. My arse ring left as if it was
been torn apart and I gasped in pure agony. The slut began to rape my arsehole
with pitiless precision, driving his huge prick in and out of me with relentless
force. Soon, of course, the extreme hurt was replaced with acute pleasure, and I
rolled my arse in ecstasy, reveling in the sensation of the hot pole reaming me
out so delightfully. On and on it went, driving me wild with pleasure. It ended
all to soon, and the rutting slut emptied his load deeply into my wallowing
bowls. I keened with rapture until he withdrew his fabulous penis from my
writhing depths.
Despite my sense of loss, and the delicious aftermath of quiet hurt, I turned
and soon had my tongue submissively washing the penis that had so delightfully
raped me. My mouth was flooded with the rich creamy flavour of male sexuality,
tinged slightly with the rancid bouquet of my own arse pit. It took me a few
seconds longer than it actually should have to clean the slut's prick, for I
longed to revel in the shame of applying my eager mouth to such a marvelous
penis. By the time I reluctantly dropped down to kiss my ravishers toes in
gratitude his mighty prick was again steel hard.
Once I was back in position Master dismissed the sluts, and they padded from the
room. Master gazed down at us with a leer of superiority, then whistled loudly.
The door opened and a tiny naked girl crawled into the room. The girl, her large
breasts swaying heavily with her gait, and her gorgeous bottom cheeks rolling
sexily, crawled right up to the seated Master and offered him the leash that she
held in her mouth. The leash was attached to a dog collar around her neck. The
Master took the leash and the girl settled down at his feet, then lewdly threw
her legs wide open.
My eyes widened in wonderment at the sight of her hairless crotch. The creature
possessed not only a delightful, full lipped pussy, but also a lovely six inch
penis. She was a true hermaphrodite obviously, with an equally obvious female
dominance.
"This is my personal slave, puppy. " Master stated mater of factly. "She is
responsible for attending to my pleasures. That is her sole reason for being."
The bizarre creature grinned mischievously at us, obviously happy with her
exalted status, then turned her head and lapped lasciviously at Master's leather
covered crotch.
"So now you have met the slaves of the chateau." Master stated, "The whores
whose primary purpose it is to attend to the members sexual needs and desires,
the sluts whose particular purpose is to entertain the members with displays of
sexual excess, and, of course, my own personal puppy. Now to your primary
purpose little animals. You are to become the chateau's pain slaves. Your bodies
exist to provide the members with convenient, and pliable flesh to punish, or to
witness being punished for their entertainment. This is not to say, however,
that this will be the only activity that you will be subjected to, as I will
explain later. But essentially you exist to be punished and tormented purely for
the amusement of the chateau members."
My masochistic juices were really beginning to flow with this dreadful
announcement. My blood boiled and my heart pounded with awed excitement. To
exist sole to suffer. It was a masochist's dream come true!
"The chateau, in addition to the slaves, employs ten maids and ten valets. These
people are not actually slaves, but tend to aspire to being reduced to that
status. While their primary objective is to maintain the chateau, they are also
available to be used sexually by members, if that is a members desire. It is a
sort of apprenticeship for those who aspire to become whore slaves. From time to
time those who long to become slaves are tested to see if their sexual skills
have reached a sufficient level to be considered for that status. Some make,
some don't. The footmen are responsible for the day to day running of the
chateau, including the discipline of the staff and slaves."
"Before I go on let me inform you of the basic rules that will govern your
existence. You have already seen where you will be quartered. You will spend
your time in that area exercising and preparing your bodies for use. From time
to time you will be supervised, but often left to your own devices until
summoned for service. You will not talk at all except for one specific purpose
which I will explain to you later. Your communication will be reduced to the
following, 'Please Sir or Madam', 'Harder Sir or Madam', and 'Thank you Sir or
Madam'. You will use this form of address regardless of whether it is a member,
servant, or slave that is attending to you."
"The regime that the chateau follows is rigid, and split into weekly activities.
The first week of each month is a member free time, and you will be used for
other purposes during that time. I will explain this shortly. The second week is
a member week and you will serve the members as and when summoned to do so. The
third week is another member free week. During this week the staff and slaves
plan for the final week, and the slaves practice their erotic skills. The final
week is party week for the members. Activities will be normal during the days of
this week, but the nights are reserved for exhibitions which are to be put on by
the sluts, and yourselves for the entertainment of the members. You will be able
to put your imaginations to good use in planning for these events."
Master looked down at us, noting our reactions to what he was revealing with a
grin. My prick was visibly pulsing with wanton excitement, and June's splayed
open pussy was literally dripping with juice.
"While your primary purpose is to suffer we will not ignore your need for sexual
relief. You will be brought off at least once each day for three weeks of each
month, and quite possibly much more frequently in the other week, as you will
soon find out. As to the method of release, you will have no control over this
what so ever. My little puppy will undertake the new duty of supervising your
sexual relief. In fact, my little puppy will be your supervisor in most
activities. Your slut juice will sometimes be extracted by your own hand, but
more frequently will be drained out by footmen, or other members of the serving
staff" Seeing my expression of delight, and perhaps divining the reason for it,
Master smiled sneeringly, and continued. "No, you will not be fucked, or
sucked, but merely masturbated. You, bitch", He said looking at June, "will only
ever have you gash ploughed by one slug in the future, that of the hog, and, of
course, hog, your slug will only ever be squeezed by the bitch's lurid gash pit,
and even then, this will only ever be permitted to occur during party
exhibitions."
I flushed crimson! To be condemned to sex with my sister only, and then only in
public with eager watchers! It was too perverse for words. The shame of
submitting to having my penis milked impersonally by one of the taciturn
footman, under the degrading supervision of the little gorgeous hermaphrodite
would be immense. But fucking June before an audience would degrade me to
delicious depths. I couldn't wait!
"You, hog, will refer to my puppy as Sir, and the bitch will address her as
Madam when the need arises. My puppy may converse with you in the confines of
your cell block as the need arises, but elsewhere your rules of communication
apply to her as well as to everybody else. Now I have given some thought as to
whether my puppy should be permitted to have you attend to her pleasure, and
have decided, at this stage at least, that she shall only be allowed to use your
mouths and tongues on her cute little arse ring. This will serve two purposes,
firstly, I know that she loves to be rimmed, and secondly, this will reinforce
your submission to her in the most appropriate fashion I can think of."
I flushed hotly at the degrading thought of slurping away between the bottom
cheeks of the tiny bizarre creature, but knew that I would happily comply.
Master continued:
"Puppy will explain a special duty you are to perform whenever you are alone in
your cells when she takes you back there in a while. But now I will explain to
you about that final week's activity that I haven't yet covered. As you will
have probably guessed keeping up, and running the chateau is a very expensive
business. While the membership subscriptions are immense they can not defray
anything like the costs involved so, I have another business I run that is even
more lucrative. I run, for the government, two prison facilities, one for men
and the other for women. I have been most successful in these enterprises
largely because no prisoner has ever escaped from either, nor have there ever
been any of the usual prison riots associated with my facilities. For this
reason the government allows me a free hand with no interference."
"My two establishments are more accurately described as penal colonies, as each
are located on islands well off shore in the south of the country. The islands
are patrolled by boats but no guards are actually employed. Rather, I have
allowed the society of the inmates to evolve its own hierarchy through natural
selection. This has, over the years, resulted in a 'king' and 'queen' being
thrown up on each of the islands. The rest of the inmates have naturally evolved
into a kind of sliding scale of dominance. In the case of the male facility at
the bottom rung of this hierarchy are the bitches, essentially sexual slaves to
the dominant prisoners, and in the case of the female facility that level caters
for the femme bitches who perform the same service for the bull dykes."
"The experiment has been an unqualified success. Both facilities are drug free
,except for alcohol, and sexual hierarchy has actually become the binding
factor. I even allow the male bitches to be administered with female hormones,
but only if they accept this willingly. No one is forced. The facilities are so
successful that some prisoners have actively sought to escape parole in order to
stay, and re-offenders are frequent as released prisoners endeavor to be
returned to the facilities. Each island is encouraged to be as self sufficient
as possible. This of course both reduces costs, and gives the inmates worthwhile
work to occupy their time. Most food is supplied from the prison farms, and the
inmates have many small enterprises that I allow them to keep some of the
profits from."
"During this last week of each month you, bitch, will be given to the inmates of
the female colony to play with. There will be only one rule for them to follow,
and that is that you are to be returned at the end of each week undamaged and in
reasonable condition. You hog, of course, will be given to the male inmates with
the same rules applying. How you are treated during these weeks will be largely
up to you for, you can be sure that you will be judged against the permanent
bitches, and if you don't measure up the dominants will make you suffer."
My mind was alive with eager excitement, and dazzling trepidation. One of my
enduring fantasies has always been to be used a sexual plaything for an extended
period. I suppose part of it was to see how long I could last if subjected to
non stop sexual activity. I must admit that my dreams had always been associated
with serving women, but being made to serve men would add to my humiliation
deliciously. I was abruptly brought back to reality from this delightful day
dream by Master.
"These are the rules, and environment, that will govern your existence for the
foreseeable future. That is not to say that the rules won't change sometime down
the track. I'm sure they will, and you can be sure that when they do, you will
have absolutely no say in the matter. Now, little puppy, " He said to his little
slave, "Take charge of the beasts. Return them to their cells and attend to
them. I want you to give them a guided tour of the chateau, explain to them the
phone sex facility, and their role in it. While you're about it find the time to
have them sexually drained."
With this the Master stood up and unleashed his little puppy, "Enjoy!" He
smiled, them strode from the room. The little hermaphrodite stood up after her
Master had finally disappeared, then walked over to us. She replaced our eyes
patches and ear plugs then urged us to stand. We were guided back to our cells
in the same fashion as we had been brought to the viewing room.
