chapter 9 - at the chateau - june's story
Puppy swept into our cell block, accompanied by a footman. John had already been
collected about an hour before, and I was beginning to wonder if my services
were going to be required at all, although this would have been unusual to say
the least. My heart began to race with eager anticipation when the footman began
to prepare me for whatever ordeal I was going to be subjected to. He began by
unlocking my cunt rings, then inserted a full set, three more in each fat cunt
lip. When he was finished each of my cunt lips contained four steel rings,
evenly spaced along their pulpy lengths.
The footman then placed my arms in the severest of bent arm bondage, behind my
back. He pulled the ruberised straps so tight that my shoulders actually ached
with the strain, and it caused my creamy, heavy tits to thrust out gorgeously,
the teats capping them already stiff and hot in anticipation, perhaps, of the
tits being subjected to a session of delicious suffering. I so adore it when my
big, soft, sensitive tits are the targets for cruel punishment. I was to find
out, however, that they were not even to be touched during this particular
session. The footman completed the preparations by attaching a leash to my nose
ring, then glanced at puppy, who sent us on our way with a nod of her head.
The footman led me up the stairs, and along a long corridor until we came to one
of the many small entertainment rooms. I flushed with embarrassment when all we
passed stopped to gaze, with interest, at my bizarre nudity. My heavy tits
bounced erotically, and the rings dangling from my swollen cunt lips tinkled
audibly as I submissively padded along behind the rubber clad man. All of this,
of course, only served to enhance my masochistic arousal, and by the time we
reached our destination my cunt was already moist and glistening, and my cunt
prick stiff, and hot.
We entered the room without knocking, obviously being expected. There were only
three others in the small pleasure room, the chateau member, a male in his
fifties, a female whore, and one of the voluptuous female sluts. All were naked.
The whore was on her knees before the member, with his limp penis in her mouth.
She was sucking on the soft shaft with measured eroticism, endeavoring to get
some response from it. The slut was performing before the member, her obscene
sexual gymnastics also being used in the quest to arouse the aging man. The slut
was bent over backwards at her waist. Her face was poised below her lewdly
splayed open crotch, and her tongue was obscenely lapping at her own drooling
pussy. The voluptuous girl's huge tits hung straight down towards the floor
below her, with their fabulous nipples actually grazing the polished wood.
"Ah!" The member exclaimed as soon as he saw us enter. "The cunt has arrived, my
dears. Administering a good sound thrashing to a splayed open, utterly
defenseless cunt always gets me going!" I shuddered with dread! So this was why
all the extra rings had been inserted in my cunt lips, to ensure that it was
obscenely splayed open, so that it could be savagely flogged! My heart pounded
with obscene, masochistic lust! My blood raced with submissive delight, and my
cunt seemed to swell more and more, and to literally drool with hot, sticky
juice.
"Set the bitch up!" The member commanded the footman, "I'm anxious to lay into
its lewd cunt split!" I flushed further at the demeaning nature of the sadist's
words, referring to me as if I wasn't even human. It was so deliciously
degrading, and made me shiver with even more submissive lust. The footman
unleashed me, and prodded my nudity towards a metal frame set up, almost in the
centre of the room. The member, and his whore, sat down on the one settee in the
room, and the whore continued to tease and stimulate his soft penis with her
soft tongue. The slut stood before the seated duo, and flaunted her sumptuous
nudity with utterly obscene depravity to further entertain them, and the member,
of course, in particular.
The footman efficiently enclosed my belly in the metal belt that formed the
centre piece of the frame. My ankles were then securely strapped to cuffs at its
base. The footman then manipulated two adjusting wheels on the frame. The first
cause the stays to which my ankles were fastened to split apart, wider and
wider, the more he turned the wheel, until my thighs were drawn excruciatingly
wide apart, and the tendons in my crotch were brutally stretched, and stood out
grotesquely. The second wheel only added to the extreme nature of my discomfort.
It caused my body to be bent upwards so that my swollen pussy became its highest
point, and pointed straight up.
My upper body was allowed to hang over the other end of the frame, my heavy tits
drooping down towards my head. The footman grasped each of my fabulously stiff
teats in turn, and clipped their rings to the ones in my ear lobes. This had two
effects, the first was to fill me with shame as my face was forced to be framed
by the creamy flesh of my udders, and the second, of course, was that it made me
keep my head up, or suffer the discomfort of the rings tearing at my ears and
teats. I was thus forced to stare up at my obscenely splayed open cunt split.
The footman then attended to my cunt in detail. He pulled two metal rods out
from either side of the frame. Each was positioned adjacent to my hips and, of
course, cunt. He screwed these tight when they were fully extended, and I was
able to note that each rod had a tiny bar, in the form of a 'T' at its end, and
from each of these hung four small linked chains with fish hooks attached to
their hanging ends. To complete the 'T' s, were small ratchet handles that were
obviously to be used to shorten the chains themselves.
Once he was satisfied that the rods were immovable, the footman proceeded to
attach the hooks on each of the chains to each of my cunt rings, four to each
cunt lip. At this point the chains lay limply across the tops of my thighs. This
was not to last for long, however, and the footman put the whole apparatus to
its intended use, to display a slave's cunt in the most obscene fashion
imaginable. He turned each ratchet slowly, and the chains were wound back
inexorably, spreading the fat lips of my cunt wider and wider apart.
When I thought that my poor cunt could not be spread any further the footman
turned each ratchet a further five times. I couldn't believe it! My tormented
cunt split seemed to be being torn from my splayed open crotch. It had never
been so brutally torn apart in my whole life. I stared at the grotesque sight
between my legs in absolute awe. My fat outer cunt flaps were almost at the mid
points of my thighs. The droopy inner ones were standing almost straight up, and
were also stretched out towards my thighs. The mouth to my cunt pit gaped
obscenely, and my stiff, aching cunt slug was fully extended from its flap, and
jutted lewdly from the apex of my tortured split. The footman laid a cunt whip,
the most vicious in the chateau's large collection, on my trembling belly. It
consisted of a grip to which were fastened twenty thin wires about two feet in
length, but not all exactly the same length. Each supple wire was tipped with a
tiny metal ball, but instead of being smooth, these balls were sharp and jagged.
My heart pounded with masochistic lust at the sheer agony this brutal weapon
would soon be inflicting on my utterly defenseless, and obscenely spread cunt
split.
The footman moved away once his job was done, and stood, patiently by the door
in case he was again needed. The member rose up from his couch, and dismissed
the slut, who skipped from the room, her enormous tits bouncing sexily. The
whore allowed the member's still limp penis to escape from her mouth when he
stood up, but she shuffled along with him, over to my captive nudity, on her
knees, her hand still squeezing and petting his slack testicles. When he arrived
between my legs the member's craggy face split into a wide, and utterly sadistic
grin.
"Now that's how a slave's cunt should be presented!" He exclaimed gleefully,
"Spread as wide as possible, with every centimeter of its lascivious meat
available to the whip!" He reached down and patted the whore's head lovingly,
then continued, "Would you just look at this bitch's lewd cooze. Her cunt pit is
gaping like a fish out of water, and just look at the slut prick. I swear, I've
never seen one as stiff and excited as this one, and the bitch's cunt is
drooling like a pig's maw before a trough of slops. The bitch must want her
slattern cunt whipped more than anything else in the world, isn't that so, you
hot, servile bitch?" He asked mockingly.
My belly shivered with a mixture of dread and masochistic excitement at the
man's mocking references. He knew me too well! Yes, my cunt split was drooling
with eager expectation! My mind was filled with eerie elation at the prospect of
brutal punishment! My breath came in tortured gasps, and I whined out the only
response I was capable of, "Please, Sir! Please, Sir! Please, Sir!" I sobbed out
in utter longing, my eyes staring up at the cruel man in sheer desperation and
pleading.
The unmerciful member merely chortled at the nature of my response. He knew full
well the restraint I was forced to practice when it came to communication, and
probably took even more pleasure from my servile circumstances. He reached down
and grasped the handle of the brutal whip and lifted it from my quivering belly.
He swished it about, freeing up all the strands. I shuddered at the light that
glinted off the flying balls that tipped each strand, realising that they were
going to have me suffering horendously in the next few minutes.
The man reached down to pet the head of the whore who had once again engulfed
his limp penis in her hot wet mouth, and was languidly sucking on the soft tube.
"Don't worry, little harlot." The member said, stroking her hair softly,
"Thrashing bitch cunt always gets me hard, then I'll fuck you so hard you wont
be able to walk straight for a week!" The whore reacted deliciously, by
relinquishing the man's cock and, after looking up at him with a lewd smile,
engulfing his slack testicles in her mouth and sucking on them with unrestrained
passion, causing an inevitable rejoinder from the man, "Yes, little whore, I
shall soon be filling your lewd little pussy with their juices, you can be
sure!" He then prepared to begin the whipping, "Now, sweet whore, grasp the
cheeks of my arse firmly, and hold me steady while I attend to the punishment of
the obscene bitch!"
With that the man raised the whip high, and brought it flashing downwards, in a
blaze of glittering lights, towards its defenseless target. My squeal of shock
and agony reverberated around the small room when my obscenely presented cunt
split erupted in fiery agony. Tears of pain and anguish poured from my eyes. The
pain and burning in my cunt was unbelievable in its sheer power and intensity. I
had no time to recover before the brutal whip again lashed into my tender meat,
and a fresh surge of absolute agony assailed me. My shrieks and howls of
suffering were continuous, and I was soon babbling, incoherently, the
conditioned response to my ordeal, "Harder, Sir! Harder, Sir! Harder, Sir!"
The savage man was too eager to respond, and almost lost his balance, such was
the force with which he strove to swing the barbarous whip. I howled out my
masochistic joy and rapture, while my ferociously abused cunt suffered and
suffered. I was totally consumed by the pain I was experiencing. Nothing else
existed! I was the perfect masochistic vessel for the sublimely cruel sadist. I
loved it! I adored it! I lived for it! I could not conceive existing without it!
I wailed and shrieked my exhortations that the man be ever crueler, and he
complied with sadistic laughter, thrashing my convulsing cunt as hard as he
could, over and over.
I can't really recall whether or not it was sheer physical exhaustion, or the
fact that the man's penis was finally fully erect, that caused him to relent. At
the time I could only babble out my pleas, distraught that the whipping had
stopped so abruptly, "Please, Sir! Please, Sir! Please, Sir!" As if this servile
begging might prompt him to recommence the brutal thrashing of my agony racked
cunt split. My burning cunt slug felt so stiff it was awesome, and my juices
literally poured from the punished meat in a never ending river of sexual, and
masochistic lust.
Eventually I realised that he was not going to respond positively to my
pleading, and changed my response accordingly, while blinking away my tears,
"Thank you, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" I sobbed in eternal gratitude to the cruel
sadist who had attended to my submissive yearnings so deliciously cruelly. But
it was not altogether over yet! Once my eyes were again clear, I watched a hand
reach down and release my teats from my ear lobes, and my head was again able to
hang down freely, releasing the awful strain that had afflicted my neck muscles
for so long.
Immediately, not more than two feet from my hanging face, my eyes were greeted
by the deliciously debauched sight of the whore's shapely arse as she knelt to
receive the member. Then his bony haunches were seen to crouch over her, and his
now stiff penis speared the whore's drooling pussy in one full stoke. I watched,
fascinated, and enormously aroused, while the penis of the man plunged in and
out of the lovely whore's exquisite pussy. I reveled in the depravity of the
spectacle, while wallowing in the burning pain that still assailed my own
severely punished cunt.
The man was true to his promise, and it took a good half an hour of intense
fucking before his penis succumbed to the harlot's impeccable sexual talents,
and he poured out the essence of his swinging testicles into that velvet
receptacle. I could only watch in frustration, wishing that my own fiercely
burning cunt was being so delightfully raped. As soon as the spent member had
completely exhausted its orgasm, he withdrew his sated penis from the whore's
pussy, pulled her to her feet, and the two of them wandered from the room
laughing together, leaving me alone to contemplate my pain and suffering in
solitude.
A few seconds later puppy, accompanied by the inevitable, rubber clad footman,
swept into the room. The bizarre little hermaphrodite was soon cooing over the
state of my savagely whipped cunt, pointing out that not only was it obviously
well punished, but also, of course, that it was displaying all the signs of
intensive stimulation. The footman went about freeing my body from its bondage
with practiced efficiency. A tiny shriek of pain escaped from my lips when the
chains spreading my cunt lips were loosened, and the swollen flaps closed as
much as they were able, given their current state, and a surge of burning pain
again flooded the horrifically abused cunt.
When I was finally free of the frame, and stood meekly before the tiny overseer,
I tried to remain spread legged, to lessen the pain that closing my legs caused
to my tortured cunt. The brazen little imp laughed at my reaction, commenting
that really, I was only displaying my natural depravity by keeping my thighs
spread, and that my lewd cunt didn't really hurt at all. She dismissed the
footman as soon as he had completed his task, and then addressed me, "I'm going
to return you to your cell, little bitch, but on the way we are going to have
some fun.
The trip back to my cell, which should have taken perhaps two to three minutes,
wound up taking almost three hours, and by the time we eventually got there, I
was both physically and sexually exhausted. It seems that puppy had carefully
planned for me to be used, and abused, every step of the way, with liberal doses
of sexual humiliation thrown in just for good measure. It began with us coming
across a slut, already armed with a huge double dildo. I was walking along
behind puppy, slightly bow legged, to relieve, in a small way, the still fierce
burning assailing my well whipped cunt split, when I noticed the slut rut her
hips at me, with a leer of sheer lust on her face.
My arse ring began to tingle in eager anticipation of its imminent rape, even as
I slipped down to the floor, on my knees, and shuffled to the conveniently
placed whip rack. I selected an appropriate cane and took it between my teeth,
then looked around frantically for a footmen. As if by magic, but more by
puppy's design, of course, one just happened to appear. I crawled over to him
and, after kissing his toes in submission, presented him with the cane, then
turned away and raised my naked arse cheeks high, and begged, "Please, Sir!
Please, Sir!"
The cruel footman quickly, and efficiently, applied six evenly spaced brutally
delivered strokes to the erotically waving cheeks, causing me to whimper with
hurt, then threw the cane down at my feet. I returned it to the rack, then
approached the slut. I waved my well striped arse slabs at the statuesque woman.
She gave me the arranged signal, and I took up the massive double dildo. I drove
one end of it up the slut's fabulous pussy, and sloshed it around to lubricate
it thoroughly, then withdrew it and thrust the other end into the aroused pussy,
to the very hilt. The I turned away from the slut, my heart pounding with lust
at the sight of the glistening rubber prick sprouting out from her crotch, and
commenced to lewdly wave the well striped cheeks of my burning arse at her in
obscene invitation.
"Please, Madam! Please, Madam!" I pleaded helplessly, and hopelessly filled with
wanton lust. The slut drove the dildo up my arse pit with one full stroke. I
shrieked in hurt, and pleasure, at the violence of the rape. My arse mounds
rolled lasciviously, and my arse pit writhed uncontrollably. The slut began to
slowly fuck my arse with long full strokes. She used her hands to steady my
rutting arse cheeks as the pace with which she fucked me gradually increased,
causing my hanging tits to flop around. I mewled out my pleasure while I was so
beautifully arse fucked. It was so good!. My feelings of deep shame were only
fleeting, when the inevitable passers by stopped to watch me being so obscenely
arse fucked, I was too far gone in wanton ecstasy to really care who witnessed
my lewd obscenity.
The slut fucked me relentlessly, until she had brought herself off on the dildo
buried up her own spasming pussy. She then withdrew the dildo from my arse, and
threw it down to the floor. I made to take up the weapon to clean it, as I was
normally required to do, when puppy snapped, "Forget that, bitch!" and drew me
back up to my feet by the leash. As she led me off I saw a maid retrieve the
dildo and run off with it. Before we had traveled a further twelve steps we came
upon a whore. The beautiful girl swept her skirt aside, baring her exquisite
pussy to me.
My state of mind was, of course, so acutely attuned to its mixture of sexual
depravity, lust, and submissive exhilaration by this time, that I reacted
without a single thought. I dropped to my knees and shuffled over to the ever
present rack of whips and selected a cruel tit whip which I took in my teeth. I
found that the footman had not left, and was soon on my knees before him with my
tender tits thrust out wantonly, awaiting the inevitable punishment that was to
be so savagely inflicted on their heavy, creamy skinned masses.
Soon my cries and shrieks of hurt had attracted a small audience of members,
maids, valets and footmen to witness the sound thrashing of my tits. The brutal
whip lashed the bouncing mounds relentlessly for at least two minutes before the
footman threw down the whip and stood back. Tears of anguish poured from my eyes
while I returned the whip to its rack, then shuffled over to the waiting whore.
She swept aside her long, split skirt once again, and I buried my face between
her superb thighs. My mouth closed over the lips of her lovely pussy, and my
taste buds were flooded with the delicious flavours of aroused female sexuality.
I sucked the whore's delectable pussy with unrestrained passion, slurping at the
dripping meat wildly while my tormented tits burned gorgeously. My mouth was
filled with her succulent juices while my soft tongue lashed at her stiff little
girl prick until it vibrated with her pleasure. Then I drove my tongue into the
whore's elastic pussy hole and massaged its silky walls until the whore exploded
in ecstasy. I drank down the flood of pussy cream the climaxing whore
surrendered to my passionate mouth with surges of sheer delight coursing through
me. I was lost in the humiliation, and fabulous shame of my stature completely
by this time, marred only by the acute sense of loss that pervaded me when I
realised that the whore had no more to give, and her wonderful pussy was
removed.
I had no time to ponder this however, for I was immediately prodded to my feet
again by the sexy little hermaphrodite. I saw that we now had a maid in toe as
we approached a door not ten feet away from where I had sucked the gorgeous
whore off. We went into the room without even knocking, and I found myself
standing before a group of fully dressed members, a mixture of both sexes, who
were seated around what was a small drawing room, drinking coffee and eating
snacks. My cheeks flushed scarlet when puppy maneuvered me around until I face
the little group.
Puppy stood behind me, and I felt the soft cool flesh of her firm breasts
pressing into the skin of my back, and more excitingly, the length of her stiff
penis pressing into the crack between my well caned arse cheeks. The little
slave's fingers linked into my cunt rings and she literally tore the fat lips
apart, baring the dripping meat of my unbelievably aroused cunt to the group,
and causing fresh flow of sheer pain from the abused meat to assail me. The maid
then quickly, and with impersonal efficiency, grasped the shaft of my cunt slug
between thumb and forefinger, and began to masturbate it slowly.
Soon all thoughts of pain were banished from my mind. My abused body was filled
with pleasure. All of my mind was concentrated on my cunt slug, and the pleasure
that it was subjected to. My thigh muscles began to knot, and my smooth flat
belly began to quiver while the maid's busy, and knowing fingers, drove me
relentlessly to orgasm. I shrieked involuntarily when my cunt exploded, and my
juices poured from the convulsing meat in a deluge of sexual ecstasy, much to
the delight of the members watching so attentively.
Puppy released my cunt rings as soon as she was sure that my climax was over,
although, by this time, it was hard to tell, for even after the orgasm I found
myself teetering on the edge of another such event. I was led from the room, and
almost immediately found myself with my face buried between the svelte thighs of
a whore, contemplating my freshly burning tits while my mouth happily sucked her
succulent pussy to climax.
Over the ensuing two or three hours I sucked pussy, was arse raped continuously,
those sessions only interrupted by further sessions of masturbation, always
before an eager audience. Puppy had obviously arranged for a never ending line
of whores and sluts who needed to use me. It was as if she was intent on testing
my capacity to endure, and to serve, and she found out, of course, that I was
utterly insatiable when it came to pain and pleasure. I welcomed each thrashing
of my tits, each caning of my arse cheeks, each pussy that fed my eager mouth
with its sexual elixir, and each dildo that cruelly stretched my arse ring with
a fever that did not diminish in the slightest, not withstanding the relentless
ordeals that I had already been subjected to. I was reduced to a pain slave, and
sex animal, and I loved it, adored it, lived for it!
Finally, of course, it had to end, and I was returned to the cells. My tits were
swollen, and covered with the evidence of continual whipping, my arse cheeks
were so badly striped by the strokes of the cane, as to seem to be covered with
almost one enormous welt, and my cunt, although no where near as swollen as
before, still bore the unmistakable evidence of the brutal punishment that it
had been subjected to. Physically I was exhausted by the time we reached the
cells, but mentally I was still in submissive paradise. My mind was filled with
thoughts of wanton lust and servile, masochistic delight.
A maid, one of the prettiest at the chateau, had accompanied us, and was charged
with treating my abused body. Puppy left almost immediately. My arms had been
freed from their bondage, and now I only wore cuffs on my wrists, connected
together with a loose chain. The maid began to massage my tits with soothing
ointments and balms, cooing with sympathy at the suffering that I must have
endured. The lovely little creature massaged the healing lotions into the meat
of my welted arse slabs devotedly, before moving on to the dripping meat of my
tormented cunt split. I sighed with contentment while she worked, and slowly
came down from the sexual, submissive high that I had been existing in for so
long.
A short while later, and while the maid was still busy soothing my hurts, John
entered the cells. Tears streaked his cheeks, which were flushed with shame and
humiliation, but his eyes were sparkling with barely suppressed lust, and I
knew, instinctively, that he must have experienced something akin to what had
befallen me, if that were possible. His long, thick prick was standing out from
his smooth crotch at half mast, and it looked as though it had been through a
threshing machine. Its reddened meat was covered with welts, and was still moist
looking, the head was fabulously swollen, and the nuts at its base looked
swollen, and battered and bruised. His lean arse slabs, like mine, were covered
with cane welts.
The valet who accompanied him was soon engaged in treating his abused body in
much the same fashion as the maid was treating mine. The light on the phone sex
console began to flash almost the instant that John arrived back in the cell
block. I made to respond immediately, thinking that my recent ordeal would be
most entertaining for the clients, when John frantically signaled to me that he
wanted to handle this session. With some reluctance, I acceded to his wish, no,
almost his demand that he be allowed to relate a tale. I settled back down,
under the tender ministrations of the cute little maid, to listen to the story
unfold:
A footman collected me soon after puppy had taken my sister away. The man bound
my arms behind me, at wrists and elbows, so tightly that they arched out from my
body, and my elbows touched. I flushed with eager lust when he reached down and
freed the head of my prick from its position behind my smooth nut sack. My limp
prick swung down heavily between my thighs once freed, but it didn't remain thus
for long as excitement and lust filled me. The thick stalk of debauched
sexuality swelled and lengthened almost immediately, in perfect response to my
depraved nature. Was it to be used, or merely viewed by my superiors, I didn't
know which at this time, but never the less, the wanton lust stalk reacted as it
always does, and was soon arching out from my crotch stiff and hard, and
throbbing with eager anticipation.
A leash was connected to my nose ring and, in this humiliating fashion, I was
led from my cell, my stiff prick swaying wantonly with my gait, and off to my
fate. The footman took me up to the ground floor, then out into the gardens. We
walked down a path until we came to an alcove surrounded by leafy trees. At this
point there was no one present in the little clearing, and I wondered what was
going on. The footman, however, must have known what was planned, for he prodded
me towards a single short pole that was embedded in the manicured lawn, in the
centre of the small clearing. At the top of this small pole was a cage like
device, and it didn't take much imagination for me to realise its purpose.
The footman then pushed and prodded my nudity until my spread thighs straddled
the pole. He then reached down and split the little metal cage open. My fat
swollen nuts were then lowered slightly, and he re-closed the cage so that its
metal tynes pressed firmly into the meat of my balls. He didn't tighten the cage
around my nuts, but left it just securely capturing the tender bulbs and, of
course, leaving me with no hope of escape, not that I would have ever have
contemplated such thoughts. The footman then left the clearing, and I was left
alone to contemplate my fate.
It must have been five minutes before sounds signaled the approach of others. My
heart pounded with trepidation at what might befall me, as vulnerably captive as
I was. I had no time to allow my imagination full reign however, because before
I knew it three people swept into the grassy alcove. A young female member,
accompanied by two female whores. The member was dressed in leather, or
undressed in leather, depending on how you looked at it. The two whores were
entirely naked, and my mouth watered with longing at their sensual beauty.
The young member wore a half corset of black patent leather that hugged her
slender body. Her young, full breasts were bare, and jutted out from her slim
torso arrogantly. Her crotch was also bare, and her lovely, shapely bottom
cheeks bulged sexily. Her pussy was decorated with a sparse covering of fine
hair that was neatly trimmed. The girl's face was tastefully made up, and she
was handsome, rather than beautiful, in contrast to the two whores.
The three of them chortled together while they inspected my bizarrely captive
nudity, causing me to blush furiously. No matter how often my nudity was
obscenely displayed, I could never quite get used to it, and always reacted with
clearly visible evidence of my deep humiliation. I suppose that this is one of
the more pleasing aspects of my performance as far as those who love to shame me
are concerned. It must be much more exciting to subject a slave to the extremes
of embarrassment, when the slave shows it, than it is to shame a slave who
clearly is used to such activity, and accepts it with no reaction.
"Ah!" The young Dominatrix cried excitedly, "That's how a pricked animal should
be presented to a lady!" The two whores entered into the spirit of the member's
mood, and as she went on it became patently obvious that she was a lesbian, and
not just a lesbian, but one with a deep seated hatred of all things male. My
heart pounded with ever increasing dread the longer the young Domina spoke. This
lovely young woman was not going to punish me for her entertainment alone, she
was going to make me suffer purely because I was male and, in her opinion, all
males existed to suffer at the hands of superior females.
"Just look at the obscene pig!" She continued, "Its putrid slug can't help
itself when in the presence of female gloriousness. Look how it stands up with
lewd pride, no doubt dreaming of plowing into a wet, hot pussy, as if that were
its right! Well no vile male lust stalk has ever entered the paradise of my
pussy, and none ever will!" She stated with a finality that shocked me to my
core. By this time she had her arms around both of the whore's, whose eager
mouths were at her nipples, suckling the hard nubbins passionately. If the
chateau harlots had any sympathy for my plight, they certainly weren't showing
it.
"Just look at the pig's fat scum bags, busting with repulsive trash no doubt,
captured so fittingly in the wire cage. The hog seems content with their
captivity, but I'll soon change that!" The innately cruel girl chortled as the
three of them, still locked in a passionate embrace, shuffled slowly over to my
restrained nudity. The girl leant down and began to work the gear that shrunk
the cage that had enveloped my tender nuts. The heartless little sadist did it
slowly, so that I could not only feel every aspect of the slow crushing of my
balls, but could also anticipate the growing pain and suffering. My whimpers
soon grew to low moans as my balls were crushed in the relentlessly shrinking
wire cage, then graduated to wails of anguish while my agony grew and grew. The
vicious lesbian tightened the cage until, despite her strength, she was no
longer able to shrink the cage any further, and my screeches of unadulterated
agony echoed through the garden. My balls were crushed down to no more than half
their normal size, and the pain was truly fabulous.
"That's better!" The cruel Dominatrix chortled while watching me suffer so
terribly. "That's how a male pig should be made to suffer when in the presence
of gloriously superior females. The pig's putrid nuts don't seem so full of
trash now, do they, the puny blobs seemed to have shrunken nicely, don't you
think?" She asked gleefully, not, of course, expecting any reply from the lovely
whores still passionately sucking her nipples, and, by now, caressing her moist
pussy with knowing fingers. A flash of sheer anger overtook the eyes of the
young Domina, and I wondered, despite my concentration on my suffering, what
could have caused such a quick reaction of such intensity.
"I don't believe it!" She cried angrily, "Look at the putrid hog's refuse hose!
It's got stiffer and harder, and has grown even larger! The lurid animal likes
what I've done to its repulsive scum bags!" I glanced down, and it was true.
Despite the sheer gut wrenching agony that threatened to totally consume me, I
saw that my prick had indeed gotten bigger, and throbbed and pulsed with
masochistic arousal. The capture of my balls caused the aching pole of slavish
lust to arch straight out from my tormented crotch, totally defenseless, and
utterly vulnerable to punishment. My heart raced with masochistic joy when it
hit me that this was the whole purpose of the excersise, to present my stiff,
throbbing cock for vicious, and relentless punishment.
I looked back up from my lewdly sprouting cock, and was caught in the merciless
stare of the sadist's eyes. She smiled cruelly, then slapped the lovely bare
bottom cheeks of one of the whores attending to her, and ordered, "Go and get
the whip I chose earlier, little harlot, and bring it to me. I'll teach this pig
to display such lewd and depraved debauchery when in my presence. I'll teach it
the real meaning of pain and suffering! It'll wish it was dead before I'm
finished with it." The beautiful whore reluctantly relinquished the nipple she
had been sucking, revealing it to be swollen and hard, then ran from the alcove,
her gorgeous breasts bouncing erotically on her slender torso with the movement
of her body.
While we waited for her return fresh surges of masochistically induced
adrenaline rushed through my body, and I found that I had to take a hold of my
concentration to stop a flood of ball juice from spurting from the tip of my
wildly throbbing prick. I knew that I was in for the prick whipping of my life,
and my submissive brain was filled with longing for it. Somehow it was even more
arousing to be punished by a girl who hated all things male. I was sure that she
would be especially cruel, and utterly merciless, and I found myself yearning to
suffer at her cruel hands more than anything I had yearned for for ages.
While we were waiting the Domina and the remaining whore engaged in a bout of
passionate kissing and caressing. "After I've punished this pig long and hard,
sweet harlot," The member sighed, "We are going to sex each other until we are
dying of pleasure. I can't wait to feel your soft little tongue in my hot pussy.
I can't wait to taste the delicious flavours of your succulent little cunt.
While we pleasure each other the punished pig will just have to stand there, and
suffer and suffer, and watch, knowing that as a low male hog, it has no place in
the pleasure of girls. We'll lap nipples, caress tits, pet pussies, tongue silky
pussy pits, rim tasty arse rings, and suckle on stiff girl pricks until we come
and come, and the suffering pig will be forced to watch it all while it
contemplates the pain and suffering it has so richly deserved to be subjected
to, just for being putrid male!"
By this time the maid attending to my abused body had really finished her work,
but she remained in the cells and continued to massage my body. Now, however,
her activity was more caressing than purposeful, and I wallowed in my pleasure.
My cunt slug was again stiff and hard, and tingling deliciously, and the teats
capping my heavy tits were also hard and crinkled with arousal. I had to stop
myself from returning the delicious little girl's attentions, and thus bringing
down the wrath of the Master on me. I was forbidden to engage in any form of
unsupervised sexual activity, as you well know. The valet that had treated my
brother's savagely abused cock and balls had left the cells as soon as he had
finished his task. John's big cock was not locked up, which surprised me a
little, and stood stiff and proud in his smooth crotch. He was obviously
extremely aroused by the tale of pain and suffering that he was relating. His
story continued:
The beautiful whore returned with a whip that had my blood racing with dread,
and almost feral longing. The gut wrenching agony in my crushed nuts had ebbed
to the extent that it now only kept my masochistic juices humming along nicely.
I knew that the main event was yet to come, and I welcomed it with every fibre
of my being. The whip was a six foot long wire, so flexible that it hung
straight down from the pistol grip and draped along the grass. The whore handed
the brutal weapon to the Dominatrix with a smile.
"Why don't you two go over and sit on the love seat while I whip this pig's
contemptible slag bar to shreds, to teach it what displaying its obscene
depravity and wanton debauched lust in front of exceptional female beings costs
it." The sadistic Mistress snaked out the full length of the vicious looking
whip while she spoke, ensuring that I saw its bizarre design, and could imagine
the sheer agony it was capable of inflicting. "Why don't you two sweet harlots
get each other nice and hot while you watch the pig suffer." She continued,
"Then you'll be ready for me when I run out of puff!"
By this time I was literally beside myself with yearning to suffer. The cruel
Dominatrix had been teasing me unmercifully now for what seemed to be hours,
promising me pain, but not delivering. The ferocious agony that had at first
racked my brutally crushed balls was now merely a persistent ache that hardly
even bothered me any more. I needed more, much more! And I needed it now! My
eyes must have been obviously betraying my longing, for the cruel sadist
suddenly let out a scornful chortle, and declared loftily to the passionately
entwined whores.
"The foul hog wants to suffer. Its eyes are begging me to thrash its puny stalk,
little harlots!" She announced. "Should I accede to its wishes, or should I make
it beg some more! What do you think, lovely sluts? Should I thrash this pig's
vile sex? Should I flay the stiff pole of male obscenity? Come on, pig! Beg!
Beg! And maybe, just maybe, I'll deign to accommodate you!" The pitiless
domatrix teased, goading me to a level of need that shocked even me.
"Please, Madam!" I sobbed out in utter anguish and complete yearning. "Please,
Madam! Please, Madam! Please, Madam!" The cruel girl giggled with glee while she
listened to my heart rending pleas. She was obviously enjoying herself
immensely, mocking me savagely, while I continued to plead helplessly, totally
consumed by my masochistic lust. "Well, just to please you, foul pig!" She
eventually interrupted, "Just to please you, but we'll see how you react. We'll
see how eager you are after you get a sample of what's in store!" She concluded,
drawing the brutal whip back.
My eyes widened in utter shock, and a squeal of absolute agony was wrenched from
my gaping mouth when the flashing wire wrapped itself around the throbbing stem
of my rigid prick. The flexible wire sliced into my hard meat with feral
savagery, and the pain was exquisite. "Still anxious, grotesque animal?" The
cruel Dominatrix asked with a leer while, snapping the wire back in readiness
for another brutal stroke. Tears dripped from the corners of my eyes, and I
reacted immediately, my blood pounding with my servile excitement, "Please,
Madam! Please, Madam! Harder, Madam! Harder, Madam! Harder, Madam! Please,
Madam! Please, Madam! Harder, Madam!" I babbled almost incoherently, staring
down at the ugly welt the first stroke had left on the stalk of my pulsing
prick.
The wire flashed again, and a fresh screech of pain was torn from my throat when
it lashed into my pain filled prick stem. The cruel Domina delivered a third
stroke, mercilessly, swinging the whip with all her considerable strength, then
a forth, then a fifth. I screamed and wailed with pain with each, and wallowed
in the masochistic joy that flooded every cell of my being. The girl stopped
momentarily, to tease and mock my suffering nudity heartlessly, and marveled at
the fact that my tortured cock had seemed to swell even larger, now that it was
suffering so horendously. The whores were locked in a passionate embrace while
they watched my punishment with fascination. I could tell that the excitement
they showed was tinged with pity for me from their expressions.
No such emotion was shown by the lesbian Dominatrix, however, she was enjoying
herself immensely, engaged in her favourite activity, punishing the prick of the
hated, helpless, defenseless male with merciless precision and barbarous
ferocity. The whip sliced up and down the length of my pain filled sex stalk
without letup. My squeals and howls of agony came continuously, and my cock was
transformed into a welted log of white hot fire. The whip even broke the
delicate skin in some places, and small droplets of crimson blood appeared up
and down the anguished length.
Not withstanding the state of my mind by this time I was still able to note that
the fat head of my prick remained un punished and my brain was squealing
silently, "Whip the cock head! Whip the cock head!" The cruel Dominatrix,
however, continued to ignore the head of my prick while she whipped and whipped,
and I began to realise, much to my extreme disappointment, that she was never
going to touch it. The reason, of course, was that it is forbidden by the
Master, to use a whip capable of drawing blood on the most sensitive areas of
the slave being punished. In my case the head of my cock, and my balls, and in
my sisters case, her tits and cunt lips. It's not fair! It's not fair! My brain
complained bitterly while the Domina whipped and whipped, and I suffered and
suffered.
After what seemed an eternity to me the girl finally dropped the whip onto the
grass at my feet. What are you doing? My brain cried silently. Why are you
stopping? Surely my slave prick has not been punished enough yet! My actual
reaction to the ceasing of the whipping was quite different, however, and I
sobbed it out with sheer gratitude to my cruel tormentor, "Thank you, Madam!
Thank you, Madam! Thank you, Madam!'
The girl leered at my pleading face, then declared mockingly, "That's how a male
pig should be treated! Its lewd, wanton, lust filled hose should be made to
suffer and suffer when ever it displays its grotesque depravity so arrogantly,
in the presence of femininity! Just look at it, sexy whores! Just look at how it
still stands, filled with debauched, lecherous lust even now, after I've
punished it for its arrogant display. Male pigs are always defiant, and lust
crazed creatures with no minds of their own."
She went on and on for a few minutes, but she was right, of course. My horribly
abused prick did indeed stand proudly, and arched out from my crotch as stiff
and hard as steel. Its abused, welted length throbbed with pain, but also pulsed
with arousal, and teetered on the edge of explosion. I stared down at it in
disbelief, wallowing in my masochistic ecstasy. The entire length of hard cock
was covered with vicious welts and abrasions, the splatters of crimson blood
evidence of the ferocity of the whipping that had been so cruelly inflicted on
it.
"I'm so hot! So horny!" The cruel Domina exclaimed as she padded over to the two
whores who rose to greet her when she arrived at the love seat. "Are you as hot
as I am?" She asked, then added, "Let's take our pleasure while the suffering
pig watches! Let's show the vile hog how sweet pussy should be pleasured. Let
the pig dream, hopelessly, of having his slug embraced by exquisite pussy,
something it will never experience in my presence. Oh God, whipping male sex
gets me hot and horny! I love it so!"
The girl sat down on the love seat and spread her legs wide while she spoke. Her
delicious looking pussy was as wet as could be, and its swollen lips glistened
with her juices. One of the whores knelt between those splayed open thighs and
brought her mouth to the girl's flooded pussy. Soon the whore's soft tongue was
plowing between those dripping pussy lips, and she sucked passionately at the
drooling sex. The other whore mounted the seat and brought her own sweet pussy
into range of the member's mouth. The lust filled girl grasped the smooth cheeks
of the whore's gorgeous bottom and drew the fragrant, excited pussy to her eager
mouth. I watched in helpless excitement while the beautiful girl's soft tongue
split those smooth, plump sex lips, and slurped passionately at the dripping
meat between them.
The three girls sucked each other with wanton abandon, drinking each other dry,
then sucking for fresh loads of fragrant female elixir. They seemed totally
insatiable. None of them could get enough. Orgasm after orgasm was sucked from
spasming pussy. Oceans of girl sex juice was slurped up by eager female tongues.
Breasts were sucked. Swollen nipples were nibbled. Tingling arse rings were
delicately rimmed, and hard, pulsating clitorises were passionately sucked. I
watched, still reveling in the aftermath of my punishment, and did indeed long
to be among that mountain of writhing female nudity. Did indeed yearn to plunge
my aching pain filled prick into the depths of those exploding pussies.
After an hour or so of unrestrained lesbian sex the group finally exhausted
their lusts, or at least the whores had exhausted the member's sexual appetite.
The three of them left the clearing, completely ignoring my still suffering
nudity. A couple of minutes later a footman appeared, and I was released from my
bondage, my crushed balls filling with delicious pain when the pressure was
released from them. My sorely whipped cock still remained rigid, but now arched
up along my flat belly instead of straight out from my crotch now that my balls
had been released. The leash was attached to my nose ring and I was led off by
the rubber clad footman.
By the time John had finished his tale of lust and punishment I was once again
acutely sexually aroused, as was the maid who still caressed me. John's massive,
and brutally abused prick remained as stiff as steel the entire time. The maid
kept dipping a finger into her succulent little pussy, covering the digit with
her sweet pussy juices, then allowing my soft tongue to lap up those delicious
juices, over and over.
Puppy swept into the room, and caught us engaging in this playful activity. The
tiny hermaphrodite's reaction to what she saw was predictable, of course, but
you could never tell with her, whether her displays of anger were real or
simulated. In any event, she appeared enraged at catching us engaging in even
such benign sexual activity. "What's this!" She thundered at the unfortunate
maid. "Who gave you permission to play with the bitch!" She went on in a perfect
simulation of rage and anger, then pressed the button to summon a footman.
When the imposing man entered the cell block puppy fixed the poor little maid in
her gaze, and instructed the footman, "Paddle this little slut's arse hard! She
needs a lesson in discipline to teach her not to take liberties with the bitch!"
The footman collected a heavy leather paddle from the whip rack against the wall
and grabbed the wriggling maid firmly. He swept her ridiculously short skirt
aside, baring her lovely smooth bottom. He then commenced to thrash those smooth
bottom cheeks soundly with the heavy paddle. The little maid squealed out her
hurt while her bottom cheeks absorbed stroke after stroke, each delivered
without mercy by the strong footman. Her bottom went from pale creamy white to
rosy red before our eyes.
As soon as the footman finished paddling the poor maid's cute arse, puppy then
commanded, "Take the lewd little slut to the male slut's rest room. I want her
fucked until she can't stand straight! If its sex the wanton little hussy
craves, then sex it shall be, but not the kind I think she has been dreaming of,
rather a good merciless raping by huge slut cock. That should teach her her
place!"
The footman left the cell, dragging the sobbing maid along with him. I noticed
that, despite her hurt, the maid's eyes betrayed intense sexual lust. She was
obviously pleased, and excited by what was about to befall her. I could just
imagine how the girl would react to the invasion of her hot little pussy by huge
slut cock after huge slut cock. She would come and come, and probably beg for it
the whole time. I knew that if were I, I would be. Puppy then turned her
attention to me. She reached down and locked my dripping cunt slit up.
"As for you," She snapped to me, "I expect that you egged the little slut on,
you lewd, wanton bitch! I wont have you whipped, lewd bitch, but you can kiss
good-bye any though of having that depraved cunt between you wanton thighs
relieved for the next few days, I can assure you. That will teach you not to
take advantage of a maid's good graces!" Puppy then went over to John and
attached a leash to his nose ring, and changed her tone as she addressed him:
"On the other hand you, hog, have pleased me immensely. Your little tale was
delivered admirably. The Master is pleased, so I'm going to have you milked a
few times as a reward!" John blushed furiously at this announcement, but I could
tell that he was beside himself with happiness. Even if he would never actually
admit it, I knew that he adored the humiliation of being sexually serviced
before the inevitable audience of chateau members. Knew that he reveled in the
sheer degradation of having his big prick expertly masturbated while others
watched him spurt, out of control, for their pleasure.
For my part, I settled back as they left the cells, and contemplated the fact
that my wanton pussy would not be subjected to the same lewd practice for as
long as puppy thought that I needed to be punished for my perceived
transgression. It is ironical, of course, that my brother should be rewarded for
something that was essentially his fault, and that I, the innocent party, should
be the one to be punished.
