Chapter 3 - Settling In - June's Story
My brain was still buzzing with electrifying wonder as I was guided through the
chateau, back to the cells that had been allocated to John and I. My breasts
were still warm from the aftermath of their whipping, and my bottom cheeks were
still actually burning from the vicious cane strokes they had absorbed. The
delicious after taste of ripe pussy still lingered in my mouth from the whore
pussy I had so passionately sucked. My own pussy was still damp to the point of
dripping, and my clitoris still remained erect and tingled delightfully. Life at
the chateau was looking like being the culmination of all my masochistic
daydreams.
The guiding whip brought me to a halt, and I realised that we must be back in
the cells. I felt hands on my arms, and they were quickly freed from their
stringent bondage and allowed to return to the front of my body. Cuffs of cool
metal soon encased my wrists and I found that a length of chain connecting them
together only allowed me to move my hands a foot or so apart. The spreader was
removed from my knees and I was able to bring my thighs back together. Then my
discipline helmet was removed and I stood nude, and in that mild bondage.
The first thing I noticed was that indeed we were back in our quarters, and that
John too, had all of his adornments removed and was in the same state as I. Our
supervisor, the bizarre puppy, stood off to one side while two footmen attended
to us. Rings were inserted in our noses, in our nipples, in each of my pussy
lips, at the rear of John's still erect penis, and also behind his bulging
testicles. When the rings were all in place puppy pointed a device that looked
like a TV remote control at us and pressed a button. A series of barely audible
clicks were emitted from our various rings, and I realised with shame that they
had somehow been locked in place.
Having finished their tasks the two footmen tapped us on the shoulders with
their ever present whips, and we dutifully fell to our knees before the
delightful puppy. The tiny hermaphrodite smiled at us with impish delight. "I'm
so glad that Master has put me in charge of you." She cried in excitement, "We
are going to have so much fun!" She then began to explain the various features
of our quarters to us. We were shown all the room involved. Our sleeping
arrangements were explained, we were to be shackled to our cots in our cells by
means of a light chain that would be attached to our slave collars. This chain
would allow us to just enough freedom to get to the open toilets in our cells.
The bizarre Mistress/slave then took us to a console which had a number of
lights and buttons on it. We were shown one button with a little speaker grill
next to it, and it was explained that when the light above this button flashed
one of us would be required to press the button to listen to instructions.
Another button was explained as the one which would summon a footman, or other
servant, maid or valet. We were instructed to press this button when we needed
to be prepared for an event, or service. It was explained to us that we would
not need to explain what preparations would be needed, the responder would
already know of this. To our embarrassment we were informed that we would not be
trusted to attend to our own body cleanliness, this would always be supervised
by serving staff.
Puppy then had us stand, individually, before a sort of video camera. She
explained to us that our 'footprints' were being recorded. I looked puzzled, as
did John. The little vixen grinned at us, then told us to walk around the
apartment. When we did the purpose of this soon became clear, much to my
mortification. The cameras, like security cameras, that seemed to be every where
in our quarters then tracked us. "You will be always kept under observation,
little beasts!" The tiny creature chortled, "Just to ensure that you behave
yourselves at all times."
Then she showed us another light that occupied pride of place on the console and
explained its purpose to us:
"Master hinted at one other duty that you are to perform. In addition to the
penal colonies Master has other money making enterprises. One of these is a
phone sex service, very lucrative it is too. When this light flashes it will
mean that a client has chosen slave talk for his pleasure. When the light
flashes if you are both in residence you will immediately converse about your
experiences, or your fantasies. If only one of you is present that one will do
the same. Needless to say the tone of the verbal entertainment that you provide
must be utterly depraved, exquisitely submissive and, of course, immaculately
graphic. The light, naturally, won't flash if neither of you are present. A
system has been set up to take care of this. Be careful to fulfill, to the best
of your ability, this duty or Master will be most displeased, and you will
suffer accordingly!"
I flushed crimson at this, shuddering with degradation when the imp added with a
chuckle, "I have no doubt that you will both come up with utterly outlandish
fantasies, and Master will probably even allow those to be fulfilled if they are
at all possible!"
At this point the communication light on our console started flashing. I walked
over and pressed the button, my heart pounding with anticipation. I was
disappointed to hear the voice of the Master summoning his personal slave. The
bizarre scamp flushed prettily when Master informed her that he required her
presence immediately, and with a warm rear. He told her to summon a footman to
give us our guided tour of the facilities that would concern our service. The
hermaphrodite pressed another button on the console, then walked over to the
whip rack and took hold of a heavy leather paddle, shaped much like a squash
racquet.
Almost before she returned to face us again, her cheeks well reddened by this
time, a tall, rubber clad footman walked in. Puppy handed the man the paddle
then turned away from him and reached down to touch her toes, her plump breasts
swinging heavily as she did so. The footman needed no instruction, and
immediately began to forcefully beat the slave's offered bottom cheeks. After
the first five or six strokes had been delivered puppy cried out angrily, "Put
you back into it man! Master wants to see a rosy arse when I enter his
presence!"
The footman's reaction to this admonition was not obvious from his demeanor, for
his rubber head helmet covered most of his features, but what was obvious was
that he was suitable enraged, for the following strokes were delivered with such
force that they were almost knocking puppy off her feet, and were eliciting
sharp yelps of anguish from her gaping mouth. I watched with fascination while
her shapely bottom cheeks became redder and redder as the beating continued.
Eventually he stopped, and the sobbing slave straightened up, her arse slabs now
a fiery red. "Thank you, Sir." She said to the footman, then turned her
attention back to us, "This footman will now be showing you around. It wont be
as exciting for you, I'm afraid, because he is not allowed to talk to slaves, so
he won't be able to explain anything to you, but, no doubt, you'll understand
most of what you see, and your imaginations can work on the rest. Hopefully I'll
be back by the time your tour is over, and will be able to attend to your
sluttish lusts."
With that the girl, or is it boy, left the cell block. The footman immediately
released our wrists from their connecting chains and drew our arms behind our
backs. Rubber straps were then tightened around our wrists and elbows and tied
off securely. He then reached down into my crotch and padlocked my pussy rings
together, then bent John's semi erect penis down and locked the head and
testicle rings together. Then he motioned to us to follow him.
We were shown two rooms that were in most respects, identical to the one where
we had been introduced in earlier. Then we were shown a much larger room with a
substantial centrally located circular stage. I surmised that this must be the
party room. It had many heavily laden whip racks, and bondage racks of all kinds
of weird and wondrous designs scattered about. Other shelving units were packed
with sex toys of all types imaginable. The room was equipped with a fully
functional bar, and scattered around were numerous couches and arm chairs of the
finest leather and rubber. I noted that the highly polished floor had many
sunken holes with threaded screwing capability, scattered around as well. These
were complimented by many hooks and pulleys attached to the high ceiling among
the many lights.
After seeing all the various rooms of the chateau the footman guided us out into
the open. We were shown a garden, the purpose of which became evident when one
read the wrought iron sign 'Garden of Punishment'. This garden was large with
many areas of lawn between the flower arrangements and clusters of trees.
Numerous small sheds were hidden away between the trees, and many steel and
wooden structures stood in the clearings.
We were then shown what appeared to be a small race track with a large shed at
one end of it. A large sign painted on wood attached to the double doors
signified the purpose of the shed, 'The Chateau Harness Racing Club' and
'Contests held each Month'. Every thing looked to be brand new at this facility
and I wondered if it might have been constructed just for us. We were shown a
number of other smaller gardens, and finally one that looked like a small
outdoor arena, or concert area, with its small stage in the form of a raised
mound, surrounded by grassy slopes for people to lounge on while they watched
the show.
It had taken probably two hours for the footman to show us everything, and we
were quite tired by the time he returned us to our quarters. Puppy was waiting
for us when returned, and immediately dismissed the footman. "Did you like what
you have seen, beasts!" She asked, not expecting an answer of course, then
continued to assail us about what we were in for while she removed the bands
from our arms, and replaced the chains between our wrist cuffs. She removed the
locks from our sexual organs and then announced:
"It's time to get you serviced, savages. I'll bet you're looking to it like the
sluts you are. Follow me!" She chuckled as we left the cell block once again. We
went down a long corridor where we saw our first maid. The pretty young girl was
dressed in a ridiculously abbreviated French maid's uniform. The skirt barely
covered her round bottom, and the satin top allowed the sides of her breasts to
show. Her back was completely bare, and black smoky stockings of sheer rubber
clad her long shapely legs. Her face was tastefully made up and her hair piled
on top of her head, and capped off with a cue, white lace maid's cap.
Just before we drew level with the girl, who was busy dusting wall ornaments,
she dropped her duster and had to bend down to retrieve it. When she did I saw
that she was pantiless and the lips of her lovely quim were bare of hair,
although I could see a tuft gracing her plump little mound. Then I remembered
that maids were in many respects, apprentice whores, but they were not slaves,
merely employees. I wondered why they would aspire to lose their freedom, and to
see being reduced to slavery as a goal to aim for. The presence of sparse hair
on their mounds could be explained, however, because only slaves were permitted
to be completely shorn.
When we drew level with the maid when puppy told us to stop. She then said to
the maid, "Girl, I want you to bring this bitch off, if you please!" I flushed
with shame when puppy turned and snapped to me, "Present you gash slug to the
maid, bitch, quickly now, she has work to do!" I reached down into my crotch and
linked my forefingers through my pussy rings and wrenched them wide apart while,
at the same time, thrusting my hips forward and widely splitting my thighs. My
clitoris was already highly aroused and tingled expectantly.
The maid reached down with her gloved right hand and grasped my clitoral shaft
about half way along its length. She made sure that the two fingers she used had
a firm grasp on my moist meat then began to vigorously, and efficiently frig it.
My thighs trembled lightly as the pleasure coursed through me. The maid snapped
her wrist back and forth with amazing speed and wanked my pulsing clitoris
relentlessly. After a couple of minutes my climax exploded and my pussy flooded
with juice. The maid kept frigging me until my clitoris began to soften, before
she allowed her fingers to release the spent shaft, and my panting breath began
to slow.
"Good, wasn't it bitch!" Puppy chortled, "I love to see a slave lose control
when her cunt is serviced so practically and impersonally!" I flushed crimson at
these words for it was true, when my pussy erupted I did indeed lose all control
and must have presented a lewd sight. We wandered off again, my body still
wallowing with the after shocks of my intense orgasm.
Our next port of call was a whore training room. The whore practicing was
dressed from neck to ankle in black rubber with only one small opening to bare
her pussy. Strapped to a bench so that his hips could not move was a naked
youth. His quite large penis reared out from his crotch stiff and was visibly
throbbing. The whore mounted the bench and engulfed the penis fully into her
pussy and sat completely still. The only movement I could discern was a slight
clenching, from time to time, of her stretched open pussy mouth around the thick
base of the penis.
"The whore is practicing cunt muscle control." Our hermaphrodite guide
explained, "From the score on the board this will be the fifth climax for the
boy. She has to bring the prick off purely with the internal muscles of her cunt
hole. She's dressed like this so that the youth has no visual stimulation to
help him. The chateau gets youths from town to engage in these training
excersises. They get young males mainly for their staying power. If we see a
male whore practicing you'll find that his partners will invariable be older
women, so that he has to work harder to bring them off."
Just as puppy finished her explanation we saw the whore lift her crotch off the
penis. The organ was busily spurting its juices which splashed onto the whore's
rubber clad groin. She dismounted from the bench and the lad's hips were freed.
No sooner had the spent youth got off the bench than another took his place.
While he was being strapped down by the attending footman the whore douched her
pussy pit. Then she mounted the new penis and it was soon buried in her pussy
and she went to work on it.
We moved on, and further down the corridor came across the first valet I had yet
seen. While the valet was obviously male I was astonished to see that he was
dressed almost identically to the maid who had so professionally brought me off.
The only exception was that the valet had no top, having no breasts to teasingly
conceal. What must have really embarrassed the valet was the fact that the fat
head of his limp penis hung below the hem line of his ridiculously short skirt.
However, it didn't seem to worry the young male all that much.
When we drew level with the youth puppy called on us to stop. She looked
mockingly at John whose thick penis was hanging at half mast, causing him to
flush prettily. Then she turned her attention to the valet who had ceased his
polishing of a door handle he had been working on as soon as we had stopped near
him. "Boy, if you please, I want you to milk this hog for me!"
John's cheeks reddened rapidly, but the effect was not all shame, for his penis
grew and lengthened even before the valet reached down and grasped it mid way up
its swelling length. The boy slowly stropped the full length of John's penis
with long strokes with his gloved hand until the penis was fully erect and
throbbed with pleasure. He then began to vigorously snap his wrist, and
masturbated the prick quickly and efficiently. To add to John's shame and
degradation two footmen came upon us, and stopped to watch while John was being
masturbated.
John gazed down, wide eyed at his burgeoning penis, watching the valet's hand
move up and down on it. His thighs were wide spread, and he had thrust his
crotch out lewdly while his pleasure mounted. After a few minutes his belly
began to tremble, and his thighs clenched wildly. Tiny yelps of ecstasy began to
torn from his open mouth as his climax broke. By this time the valet's hand was
flashing up and down the spasming penis with such vigour that the full testicles
at its thick base were bouncing about extravagantly. Suddenly, to an
accompanying squeal of pleasure from the climaxing slave, a huge stream of hot
creamy semen spurted from the tip of the convulsing cock, and splashed down onto
the polished floor. The valet continued to wank the spewing prick efficiently
while it squirted stream after stream of sex juice, until it became obvious that
John's orgasm had run its course. The youth quickly ensured that he squeezed the
last few drops of juice from the spent penis, then reached down and wiped the
cock head clean with his polishing rag.
The two footmen wandered off as soon as John's cock had been emptied and, after
instructing the valet to clean up John's mess before resuming his duties, puppy
took us off back to our cells. When we had arrived she locked up our sexes once
again, keeping up a constant chatter about how lucky we were to have been
permitted to be serviced so professionally, and that it would not always be so
easy for us. Our orgasms were to be accompanied by much more shame and
humiliation normally, she teased. I wondered what could be more degrading than
what we had just been forced to endure. I was soon to find out.
Once we had been attended to puppy told us we could now rest. We were chained to
our cots in our cells. The lights were then extinguished and, despite my
excitement at what had been a full day, I drifted off to sleep almost
immediately, my last conscious thoughts were of what new adventures awaited me
in this strange place.
