chapter 6 - a slave in prison - june's story
I looked forward to my first visit to the women's penal island, as much because
I would be able to communicate almost normally, as because I would be subjected
to continual, orgiastic sex, albeit only with people of my own gender. I could
not, of course, entirely predict how I would be received by the penal community.
From what I had been told these women were in no way denied outlets for their
natural sexuality, so I wouldn't be providing them with a service that they
weren't already receiving extensively. I understood, naturally enough, that the
purpose of the visit had more to do with reinforcing my humiliation, than with
any real need at the prison. I was to be sexually abused in the most shameful
manner immaginable, a harlot for hundreds of sexually active female inmates.
I was transported to the yacht that was to deliver me to the island in Master's
plush limousine. This was done as much to ensure that I could be kept naked, as
to cater for any comfort for me. I was alone in the rear cabin of the big
vehicle for the four hours that it took to get to the coast. It was night when
we arrived, and I was quickly hustled onto the boat by the attending footman,
who had rode in the front with the chauffeur during the trip. The crew of the
yacht were under strict orders not to interfere with me in any way. It took the
little ship four more hours of sailing before it was mavouvred into the small
dock at the islands sole harbor.
It was early morning, and still quite dark when I was led from the yacht to the
dock. My hands were cuffed behind my back, and the other end of a leash that was
clipped to my nose ring was locked to a post at the end of the jetty. The
footman hung two keys from the ring in my left teat, and a small envelope,
addressed to Queen Beatrix, was hung from the ring in my right teat. It was
quite cold, and my skin was covered with goose bumps, and my teats were crinkled
and hard, but this was as much because of my growing sexual excitement, as from
the cold. Thus I was left to await my fate, the yacht already slipping away from
the deserted dock.
I didn't have long to wait, however, before sounds coming from the shore
heralded the arrival of at least two people. When they emerged from the slightly
misty gloom I could see that there was two. One, a good deal taller than her
companion, was dressed in quite spectacular clothes, especially for a prison.
She wore a full length gown of pink stain, with a low cut bodice that displayed
a large proportion of her spectacular bosom. Her hair was stylishly done, and
her handsome, rather than pretty face was tastefully made up.
Her companion, who was a good deal smaller, was dressed in sexy finery. She wore
a short, short skirt of satin, that barely covered her sex, and completely
exposed the tops of her smoky silk stockings, held up by lacy garters of
scarlet. Her top, if it could be called such, barely contained her plump round
breasts which were not encumbered by anything like a bra. This girl was really
quite pretty, and obviously much younger than her companion. What was also quite
evident was that the younger girl was showing an amount of deference to the
older woman.
Both inspected my nudity with obvious interest. "The little harlot is lovely,
isn't she, Jezebel?" The older woman declared throatily. I stood there with head
down, and cheeks flushing with shame. Even after years and years of being kept
almost exclusively naked, I still experienced feelings of humiliation when new
people inspected my nudity for the first time. The younger girl unclipped the
note from my teat ring, and made to present it to her companion.
"No, Jezebel, you read it to me." The regal woman ordered smiling down at my
flushed face. She obviously realised my state of mind, and only wished to add to
my embarrassment. The young girl quickly tore open the buff envelope, and
extracted a single sheet of paper from it. She smoothed the sheet out and then
began to read:
Dear Queen Beatrix
This bitch is presented as a harlot for you and your subjects.
The bitch is a perfectly trained sex slave, who will deny you nothing, and serve
all she is used by with unquestioning depravity, and almost unrivaled erotic
skill.
If, by any chance, the bitch should err in her service you are permitted to
punish her. I would instruct, however, that should this be necessary you, and
only you, should inflict the discipline, and that you only administer it to the
bitch's arse.
I have left the bitch's cunt locked up. The key is available if you choose to
use her cunt. I leave this entirely up to you.
The bitch is to be left, as you have found her, exactly one week from now.
The Master
After having finished her reading the girl looked at the woman with a
questioning expression. The regal woman, anticipating the unasked question,
responded in a way that made me flush with pleasure, "Oh, yes!" She almost
sighed, "Unlock her sex. I don't know about the rest of the inmates, but I'm
certainly not about to deny any of my household the pleasure of tasting that
succulent looking cunt, let alone fucking it!"
Her young companion smiled knowingly, then, after unhitching the set of keys
hanging from my left teat, knelt at my feet and carefully unlocked the padlock
hanging from my cunt rings. While doing so she brushed her fingers over my
smooth sex, and commented. "Oh, Queen Beatrix, she has the smoothest pussy lips
I've ever felt, and she smells delicious, and so sexy!" Then she glanced up at
me and asked, saucily, "How do you get your pussy to feel so smooth, sweety?
When I shave mine, it still has a slightly rough feel, and it's so annoying."
I looked over at the Queen with an expression of consternation on my face. I did
not know how to react. I was not permitted to talk at the chateau, except for
the phrases of submission, and I didn't know, either how to, or whether I should
respond to the girl's question. The woman took a few seconds to realise what my
quandary was, smiled at me benevolently, then announced, "I think you can talk
while your my guest, little whore, but be sure to show due deference to my
station, and to that of allt of my subjects!"
I blushed once again, but this time with pleasure at being permitted to speak
when I wished to, but also with the shame of having to defer to everyone, at the
same time. "Madam Jezebel," I sighed, "My cunt hair has been permanently
removed. That is why my harlot sex is so smooth." I replied to her question, a
thrill of excitement running through me. The girl rose back to her feet, then
quickly unlocked my wrist cuffs. I was surprised at this, but equally delighted.
It had been so long since I had the use of my hands, and was looking forward to
being able to use them when giving pleasure.
"Let's get our little harlot inside, Jezebel. Where we can explore her more
closely." The Queen commanded. The girl took my hand and we followed the regal
Queen down the short jetty, and up a path that led to a group of buildings off
in the distance. While we walked up the path Jezebel could hardly keep her eyes
off my sensuously bouncing tits, and she squeezed my hand tenderly. I was beside
myself with joy. She loved my big tits! They made her excited, and that, in
turn, was making my juices run. All my previous apprehension was gone. I could
even feel my girl prick flex and swell in my hot cunt split. Oh how
passionately, and devotedly, I was going to serve.
With these thoughts of sexual submission dominating me, I hardly even noticed
when we entered the building, and walked down a long concreted hallway. We
entered a large vestibule which was surprisingly well furnished. Queen Beatrix
walked up to, then seated herself in a large comfortable chair that was
obviously designed as a throne, then clapped her hands twice. A bevy of a dozen
or so young girls swept into the room, giggling excitedly when they saw my
nudity. They were all dressed in much the same scanty, but erotic costuming as
the little Jezebel. I was to find out that they, along with Jezebel, formed
Queen Beatrix's 'harem', and catered to her enormous sexual appetite, and
appetite that bordered on the nymphomaniacal. Jezebel was the Queen's favourite
among this group of pretty young femininity.
"Take our little whore and decorate her, little Jezebel." The Queen ordered,
"While my sluts entertain me. You may sample her charms, but do not take too
long. When she is ready we will display her to the population, where I will set
the rules governing her use while she is with us." Jezebel looked at her Queen
with an air of eager, yet weirdly submissive expectancy, for a moment or two,
then grinned in delight when the regal woman smiled at her benevolently, then
added, "Yes, you incorrigible little slut, I promised, and will keep my promise.
The little harlot can sleep in your bed while she is here. Now off you go."
I could scarcely believe my ears. After all the time I had spent being so
rigidly controlled, both personally, and sexually, I was to experience an almost
normal sexual relationship with a beautiful young girl. At least that appeared
to be the case on the surface. I wondered if Master fully understood what I was
going to have during this visit, and more importantly, what his reaction might
be if, and when he found out. After a little reflection, however, I came to the
conclusion that he probably knew all too well. After all, after having been
treated so kindly, the return to my normal routine at the chateau would be
doubly distressing for me. Or even more likely, spending so much time without
being subjected to any real form of pain or punishment, would have me jumping
out of my skin with longing to suffer, and to be humiliated and degraded.
Jezebel pulled me along to a large room that served as both a bathroom, and
dressing area. It was luxuriously appointed, making me wonder about just how
much of a prison this place was, more like a hotel from what I had seen. The
only thing that the inmates seemed to lose was their freedom of movement,
otherwise all of their creature comforts seemed to be well catered for. Jezebel,
once we were in the room, quickly shucked off her costume, removed her lingerie
and stood, stark naked, in front of me. She was truly gorgeous! No wonder she
was the Queen's favorite. I stared at her with lust filling my heart, and it
must have showed, because she smiled happily while dragging me by the hand into
a wide shower stall.
She turned on, adjusted the profuse streams of warm water, then set about
efficiently washing my body. She soaped my heaving tits tenderly, sighing with
envy, "Such big beautiful tits. I wish mine were this big!" I looked down at her
lovely, pear shaped orbs, with their delicious pink nipples, and could not
imagine why she was not happy with such gorgeous breasts, and breathed
tentatively, not yet accustomed to being able to voice my opinions freely, "You
have lovely tits, Miss Jezebel. They are truly beautiful."
The little girl dropped to her knees in front of me, the warm water cascading
over her shining nudity, and delicately washed my smooth cunt split. She lay
down the scented soap and, after allowing the flowing water to wash away the
suds, sank her pretty face into my crotch. My thighs jumped with pleasurable
shock when I felt her hot, soft little tongue slip between my cunt lips, and
lick erotically at my already straining girl prick. Wave after wave of exquisite
pleasure wafted over me while the clever little girl sucked at my drooling
pussy.
"You taste so gooood!" She squealed quietly. "Your pussy it so hot, and your
clitty so hard! I love it! I love it!" She continued to suck me with measured
passion, until I thought I would burst. Then stood up again and took my hand.
"Feel me, darling whore. Feel how rough my pussy is, compared with the lovely
smooth one you have." I slipped my hand down into her crotch and felt her
smoothly shaven pussy and wondered what on earth she was talking about. It felt
smooth enough to me, and its hot liquids flowed over my probing fingers.
Without prompting, I too slipped to my knees and buried my face in her streaming
crotch. My tongue speared between the delicate lips of her pussy and my senses
were inundated with the flavours and aromas of the sweetest pussy immaginable. I
thrust my agile tongue deeply into her spasming pussy pit, its wriggling tip
lashing at her cervix sensuously. I wanted to give this delightful creature as
much pleasure as my impeccably trained tongue was capable of imparting. I wanted
her to swoon in ecstasy such was my gratitude for how she was treating me. Then
I withdrew my tongue and used it to erotically squeeze and massage her throbbing
girl prick.
I continued, alternating between the two acts, until the little girl's pussy
convulsed in orgasm, and she poured her juices into my eager mouth. She shrieked
quietly while her climax consumed her completely. She panted and gasped in sheer
delight, "Oh darling whore! You suck so divinely! Your clever tongue! Your
darling, deft tongue pleasures pussy better than anything. Our Queen will just
love you!" Then she drew me to my feet, switched off the flowing water, and
dragged me from the shower.
We quickly dried off our bodies with large soft towels and, while Jezebel was
drying my cunt and arse, she explained the ritual submission I would have to
undertake, in deference to Queen Beatrix. I flushed with embarrassed excitement
while this was explained to me in minute detail, and found myself looking
forward to it with eager anticipation. After we were dry, and our hair had been
blow dried and brushed to gleaming softness, Jezebel quickly dressed herself
once again.
She then dressed me in pink silk hose and satin garter belt, and a silk halter
that supported, but in no way covered, the mounds of my heavy tits. Unlike her,
I was not covered with a tunic, but left naked except for my lingerie. We
applied subtle make-up to each others faces, then were ready to return into the
presence of the Queen.
We walked back to the receiving room where the Queen, and the rest of her harem,
waited. The Queen was still dressed in her regal gown, and her girls in the same
fashion as Jezebel. The Queen rose as soon as we entered and handed a golden dog
collar and leash to Jezebel. Jezebel quickly put the collar around my neck, her
face telling me that she was sorry to be humiliating me in this fashion. I
stared back at her with an expression that left her in no doubt that I didn't
care in the slightest, in fact, I loved the shame that this benign act caused
me. She smiled delightedly at this reaction, and made a kissing motion towards
me.
The Queen, seeing this little piece of by-play, commented with a chuckle, "I see
that you've sampled the harlot, Jezebel, you naughty little vixen. How was she?"
Jezebel flushed crimson, and stuttered out, "She's magnificent, my Queen. She
sucks like an angel And her pussy is absolutely delicious. But I didn't bring
her off, I only teased her!" She concluded, as if this admission would get her
off the hook, if she was indeed on one. I didn't know what her Queen's reaction
would be to her admissions. The Queen merely smiled at her favourite in mock
exasperation, then commented with gentle sarcasm, "You incorrigible little slut,
Jezebel, I don't know what I'm going to do with you, I really don't."
The Queen then announced that it was time to show me off to the colony, and to
announce the rules that would govern my service during my stay on the island. We
trooped out of the vestibule, the Queen leading the way, with Jezebel leading me
by the leash, and the rest of the harem bringing up the rear. We walked quickly
down a long passageway until we came to a set of enormous double doors. One of
the other harem girls ran passed us and swung the doors open, and we were
assailed by the sound of a cacophony of buzzing conversation.
We swept into an enormous auditorium that was obviously the prison's communal
dining area. Hundreds of women and girls sat at numerous long tables, and were
busily consuming their breakfast. Numerous other girls, dressed in skimpy maids
costumes, were flitting in and out of the lines of trestle type tables,
dispensing food and drink to the diners. We went to a table at the head of the
room where the Queen seated herself at its centre, and her harem took seats on
either side of her. Jezebel led me onto a stage at the very front of the room,
and tied my leash to a pole standing in the centre of the rostrum. She then
joined the others at the table.
The conversation that had waned when the queen had first entered the room slowly
began to resume its former volume, and the multitude went back to their meal. I
stood and watched, noting that many of the women took the opportunity to view my
erotically adorned nudity. In fact, I suspect that I had become the main topic
of conversation. I, in turn, took this opportunity to inspect the population of
the enormous room.
Many of the women were dressed in denim of an almost masculine fashion, and
sported short, severe hair styles. I surmised that these were probably hard core
lesbians. Many others were dressed in feminine attire, with long tresses, and
these, I realised were probably the femmes that the bull dykes controlled, but
this was not universal, I was to find out during the course of my stay. The
multitude finished their meals, as did the Queen and her personal entourage, at
a leisurely pace. At one point a maid, cute and erotic, in her little costume,
mounted the stage with a plate of food and fed me like I was a pet.
Once the meal was completed the Queen rose from her table, and mounted the
stage. She walked to a microphone and prepared to address the crowd. Almost as
if by silent command the noise in the room had died completely away by the time
the regal woman was in position, and the attentions of all were concentrated on
her. She coughed quietly, to clear her throat, then began to speak in her
commanding tones.
"Ladies, I draw your attention to the gift that the Master has bestowed on us."
She announced, pointing to me. I flushed with humiliation, and delicious
degradation. To be referred to as a plaything, was so gorgeously demeaning. "We
have the little harlot for a whole week, and must make the best possible use of
her services in that time. Obviously there will not be enough time for each and
every one of you to sample her wares. That is why I recently introduced the
system of privilege credits to the prison. Jezebel has kept a record of the
credits that you have accumulated, and list of those who have earned sufficient
to qualify for a session with the whore have been posted on the main bulletin
board. The little whore will serve my harem between the hours of nine and noon
each day. From one p.m. to ten each day she will be available to those who have
earned the right to a session. Sessions will last exactly one hour, and you will
book your time, in advance, with Jezebel."
The Queen stopped for a moment, to allow the import of what she had just
announced to sink in, then resumed, "Jezebel has been appointed as the harlot's
pimp and she will be in control of all aspects of her service. I will brook no
questioning of her decisions in this respect. So be warned! I am informed, by
the Master, that the little harlot is a consummate slut, who will refuse no
sexual act, regardless of its perversity and obscenity. He has also informed me
that she is the most exquisitely skilled, and submissively accepting bitch he
has ever trained. I have been asked to closely monitor her sexual performance,
and have been told that she is to be punished if she errs in even the most
infinitesimal way. You will report any such transgression to her pimp. You will
not, under any circumstances, take the law into your own hands."
The Queen thought for a few seconds, trying to think of anything she may have
left out, then concluded her announcement with a chuckle, "So, ladies, if you
don't abuse this privilege, I'm sure that many a delightful hour can be spent in
play with our little whore!" She then swept down from the rostrum, her entourage
rose from the table at the same time, and we all left the room, Jezebel having
collected me, even as the Queen strode down from the stage. We all returned to
the Queen's private apartments.
Once back in those rooms the members of the Queen's harem all stripped off their
tunics to reveal their lovely bodies in the same state of erotic adornment as
mine. The Queen, seated on her throne, smiled benevolently at the bevy of sexy
girls before her. Jezebel then took off my collar and led me in front of the
sovereign. I knelt submissively before the regal woman while two of her acolytes
moved up to her. The queen stood and the two beautiful young girls carefully
undressed her. At least they removed her opulent gown.
I gazed in wonder at the body that was revealed. The Queen was truly,
indescribably, voluptuous. Her breasts were literally enormous, but full and
firm and creamy, with nipples of deep pink that jutted out an inch from the
center of plump aureoles. Her torso was encased in a pink satin corset that
emphasized a narrow waist and flaring hips. Her thighs were full and shapely,
and incredibly smooth, and her pussy hair was trimmed and shaped so that is
enhanced, rather than hid the lips of her exquisite pussy. I was literally
drooling with lust while my wide eyes drank in her fabulous sensuality.
Jezebel woke me from my state of single minded awe by dropping the instrument of
my initiation at my knees. I glanced down at the ornate sex toy, and my body
shivered with sexy delight at its gorgeous erotic promise. I leant down and took
up the exquisite double dildo. Each satiny penis being a perfect replica of the
real thing, in both shape and size. Two nine inch long, one and a half inch wide
poles of facsimile male penis. The heads of the cocks were perfectly,
realistically formed, and looked so life like that it was uncanny. The surface
of the cocks slipped easily between my fingers, being made of a material that
was as smooth as silk. No artificial lubrication would be required to make the
intended use of this instrument of pleasure possible.
I held the double dildo in my hands, with almost religious reverence, my little
arse ring already tingling with anticipation of receiving one of the fabulous
lengths when the Queen arse fucked me, for this was to be the substance of my
submission to her, and her acceptance of me as her eternal harlot. I waddled, on
my knees, up to this fabulous specimen of sensual feminine eroticism, and lay
the dildo at her booted feet. I leant down and submissively kissed the toes of
her boots, the rose up and gasped out, my own excitement and arousal almost
unbearable.
"Would you, my Queen, accept my submission to your glorious being? Would you, my
Queen, reduce me to the status of your personal slut and harlot? Would you
honour me by fucking my hot, debauched little arsehole with your magnificent
penis, so that I may know my place, magnificent Queen?" I begged with utterly
mindless yearning. The Queen smiled lovingly down at my shuddering nudity,
noting the sheer, utterly genuine nature of my erotic pleas. There was no acting
on my part, I yearned to be used by this vision of sensual beauty with all my
heart. I longed to feel her penis plumbing the depths of my arse hole with all
my being. I yearned to feel her full thighs slapping softly into the flesh of my
bottom cheeks with each inward plunge.
The gorgeous, royal woman yielded to my begging entreaties with genuine
pleasure, and I flushed with happiness at her lovingly bestowed favour. I
reached up into her crotch and gently tongued the lips of her sex, moistening it
in preparation for introducing one of the double dildos into its magnificence.
The woman tasted soooo good, soooo rich, soooo sexy, that I almost forgot
myself, and immersed myself completely in the magnificence of her sexuality. I
managed to control my erotic longings, however, took up the double dildo, and
worked one of its perfect penises deeply into her clutching pussy hole. The
length of the dildo slid easily into her hole, leaving the other end jutting out
sexily along her lean belly.
I turned away from the standing woman, my head turned back over my shoulder so
that I could continue to gaze at her sensual loveliness with joy and happiness.
Then I smiled shyly up at her, wriggled my bare bottom cheeks, erotically framed
in pink satin, and begged, "Please, my Queen, please fuck your little whore's
yearning arse!" I was wild with desire by this time, and couldn't wait to be
taken by this fabulous woman. My whole being, both body and soul, was dedicated
to surrendering to her completely.
My heart pounded with excitement when she reached down and parted my smooth
cheeks with her gloved hands, baring the tight, hot hole hidden between them. I
could not control myself, and my anal ring twitched with eager depravity. This
caused the woman to chuckle mockingly, and to comment, "You are the hot little
bitch, aren't you? Your little arse can't wait to be fucked, can it? You are a
depraved little whore, aren't you?"
I responded in the only way I knew how, by rolling my arse and panting lustily,
"Oh, yes, my queen! I'm a hot little slut! I exist to be fucked! I love to rut!
I was born to be fucked! I exist to suck and fuck! Take me, my Queen! Ream out
my depraved arse ring with your fabulous cock! Please, my Queen! Please!" I felt
the slippery tip of the fake penis nudge at the tight ring of my arse
insistently, and I tried to drive my rolling arse back onto it, but the Queen's
hold on my bottom cheeks was too firm, and I had to wait, in sensual
frustration, for her to begin.
I squealed in complete and utter ecstasy when she finally stopped teasing, and
drove the entire length of the silky penis deeply into my ecstatic arse pit. The
length of the beautiful cock stretched me open deliciously as it drove into me,
and I thought that I would explode in climax on the spot. My cunt throbbed with
pleasure, and my girl prick pulsed wildly while the Queen drove the penis in and
out of my arse with slow sensuality. I felt every centimeter of the hard cock as
it moved into me, then out once again. My bottom rolled and rutted with depraved
delight while I was fucked so beautifully.
The queen continued to ream out my rolling arse until her actions resulted in
her own orgasm. She cried out with pleasure as her pussy exploded in rapture,
then withdrew the dildo from my arse and collapsed back onto her throne, gasping
for breath. I turned immediately, and literally threw my face into her crotch,
and swept her juices up with my agile tongue. My whole body was quivering with
barely contained sexual excitement. I hovered on the edge of orgasm while I
slurped at her flooded sex with surges of utter happiness jolting my nerves. I
sucked her dry, then settled down to tease and stimulate the fabulous woman to a
fresh climax. I tongued her spasming pussy hole deeply and sensuously, tongue
whipped her hard hot clitoris with single minded devotion, until she cried out
her pleasure once again, and I again drank from her flowing font with utter
rapture.
After her second climax the Queen gently pushed my face from her sated sex and
panted quietly, "Enough, clever little harlot, enough. You have drank me dry you
sexy little slut. Now go and let my sluts play with you." I gazed up at the
woman with sheer adoration shining in my eyes, then, reluctantly, crawled down
to the waiting bevy of girls. Even before the first hand was laid on one of my
heaving tits, I was once again lost to my lust. I dove my face between a fresh,
youthful pair of thighs, and my eager tongue ploughed between a pair of fragrant
female sex lips, to taste the sweet essence of youthful femininity.
Mouths closed over my throbbing teats, and soft tongues teased and stimulated
the hard peaks relentlessly. Warm breath heralded the arrival of a mouth at my
own drooling cunt, and my body shivered with sexual delight when the soft
feminine tongue licked gently at the erect spike of my hot, pulsing girl prick.
I lost myself in sexual frenzy, losing all track of time while I sucked on sweet
pussy after sweet pussy, bringing each off with consummate skill and utter
devotion. My tongue swept over sweet tasting anal rings, delved deeply into hot
pungent arse pits, and sweet convulsing pussy holes, and, of course, sensuously
lashed climaxes from spasming clitorises.
I noted, with a tinge of disappointment, that the gorgeous Jezebel did not take
part in the orgy of lesbian delight, but I didn't really care as a fresh pair of
slender young thighs closed around my face, sticky with feminine juices, and I
sucked for a fresh flood of that delicious essence. On and on it went until I
had sucked each and every young pussy dry at least once, and my own cunt had
exploded in so many climaxes that I had lost count of them. I wallowed in a
mountain of female flesh. Firm young breasts squashed into my own heavy, swollen
mounds. I lapped at tingling nipples while soft mouths sucked passionately at my
own teats.
"That will do, sluts!" Came the voice of the gorgeous Jezebel. "Time's up!" I
panted and gasped with loss as the bodies disengaged and the girls left me alone
on the floor. The Queen had gone. I didn't even notice her going, so lost was I
in my orgiastic lust. Jezebel pulled me to my feet and attached the dog collar
to my neck and led me from the room. We stopped, momentarily, at the bathroom
where she cleaned me up as best she could. Then I was led to a specially
prepared room that was to become my brothel for the week. It had a low couch,
quite large, which was spread with a rubbery type of covering. Numerous dildos
and vibrators lay, either on the couch, or on the carpeted floor around it.
Jezebel deposited me on this couch, and then took up her position at a small
desk near the door. No sooner had she settled in than a knock at the door
signaled the arrival of my first customer. And so my service as a whore began. I
spent the next nine hours servicing female prisoners, being fucked by bull
dykes, sucking at their hairy grottos, fucking their femme sluts whenever
ordered to, and sucking the sweet, scented pussies of the femmes. I lost myself
in my lust, and worked with relentless, and consummate skill in pleasuring the
women and girls. I seemed tireless. The more pussy I sucked, the more pussy I
wanted to suck. The harder I was fucked, The more I yearned to be fucked. It was
as if my cunt was insatiable, as if my tongue was tireless. When we broke to
eat, I found that my mind was still concentrated on pleasuring female sexuality.
I found myself longing to be back at work, as it were. Jezebel was amazed by my
capacity and watched proceedings with growing lust. She couldn't wait until it
was her turn.
Eventually the shift was over. I have to admit that I was sexually exhausted,
and wondered how I could possibly find the energy to serve young Jezebel, as she
would obviously expect, especially given her own frustration at having to watch
me in action for so long. She took me to the bathing area and attended to my
cleansing. I found that the long hot shower was soon reviving me, and realised
that not only would I be of use to Jezebel, but that I was actually beginning to
look forward to our play. We ate a good meal by ourselves in the kitchen, then
went to Jezebel's sleeping cubicle.
We collapsed, nude, onto the big bed and embraced passionately. "You're not too
tired to play, are you, darling whore?" Jezebel asked expectantly. I answered
her by French kissing her mouth deeply, my tongue driving into her mouth and
dueling passionately with hers. We slipped into a comfortable sixty-nine
position, and I began to suck on her sweet, sweet little pussy, with all the
tender passion I could muster. For her part, Jezebel's state of mind, brought on
by having to watch me perform my sexual service to other prisoners for so long,
ensured that her mouth sucked on my cunt as if she was a starving waif, and my
drooling cunt was the food of the Gods.
I sucked Jezebel to a shattering climax, drank her flowing essence dry, then
began to tease and stimulate her delicious pussy all over again. It took her
three of her own orgasms, before her soft tongue finally managed to make my
cunt, too, explode in pleasure. It was not that I consciously made her work for
my pleasure, it was rather that I could not physically respond because of my
sexual exhaustion. The little girl sucked me dry with passionate relish, while
her fourth climax racked her nudity. It was she, rather than I, who finally
called a halt to our sexual teasing. She dragged her hot body around and we
hugged and kissed. I sighed into her ear as her beautiful, soft little breasts
crushed into my own large firm tits, "Thank you, darling Jezebel. Thank you for
allowing me to feast on your succulent pussy. Your pussy juices are the sweetest
and most delicious I have ever tasted. I love your sweet pussy, darling. I can't
get enough of it. I could happily spend the rest of my life with my tongue
buried in your mouth watering pussy, sweet, darling Jezebel.
The little girl sighed with pleasure at my passionate praise of her sexuality,
and answered me with similar, glowing praise for my own cunt. We drifted off to
sleep soon after, in each others arms, and with our lips still tenderly
touching.
Each day at the prison colony took the same routine. The first three hours,
after the morning meal, involving me sexually serving the Queen, and her harem
of young beauties. This was followed by nine hours of constant sexual service to
prisoners in the brothel room, sometimes one on one, by more usually with two or
more at a time. And, of course, and session of passionate love making with the
delicious Jezebel before sleep took over. By the time the week was over I was
almost used to my life as it had become. I was however, continually consumed by
an ache to suffer, which grew in intensity the further into the week we went. I
had not spent so much time without being punished for years, and my masochistic
nature was beginning to dominate my thoughts with dreams of pain and suffering.
So it was not with a sense of loss that I looked forward to returning to the
chateau, rather, a sense of eager anticipation.
On the evening that I was to leave I had been prepared, as I had been when I
arrived. My cunt rings had been locked up, and the hand cuffs placed on my
wrists. The Queen, fully dressed, stood before my kneeling nudity, along with
young Jezebel. The Queen gazed down at me, and had a long leather belt in her
hand. "Your performance has been excellent, little harlot." She announced. "Not
one single complaint has been lodged against you. And that surprises me greatly,
for I fully expected a few of the dykes to complain, if only to see you being
subjected to punishment, regardless of whether they had reason or not. But you
have been so perfect that not even that has happened. However, I suspect that
the Master will expect to see evidence that I have had to punish you, at least a
little, so I'm going to whip your cute little arse a little. Do you think that's
fair, sweet whore?" She inquired, mockingly smiling down at me.
My heart pounded with lust at this development. My masochistic juices began to
flow, and my locked up pussy seemed to melt with moisture. I quickly turned
around and presented my bare arse cheeks to the Queen, and pleaded, "Please, my
Queen! Please! Whip my fat arse hard!" Jezebel's eyes widened in shock. She was
astounded that I should beg for pain. Punishment, to her, was purely a painful
experience, and not a sexual joy, as it always was to me. She couldn't
understand my reaction at all, and her eyes were filled with tender pity for me.
The Queen wasted no time in beginning my punishment. She swung the belt with all
her force. It exploded on my bottom cheeks, filling them with delicious fire. I
swayed the cheeks submissively, and erotically while she whipped them soundly,
striping their soft skin and reddening them nicely. The warmth of my pain flowed
slowly through me, filling me with delightful sensations of submissive joy.
"That will do nicely, I think." The Queen sighed, inspecting my reddened
buttocks with a smile. Jezebel then took me down to the dock and tied my lead to
the pole. She embraced and kissed me tenderly, and expressed her love for me,
and told me that she would yearn for my return every day, until my next period
of service was due.
