Chapter 10 - Party Night - John's Story
The week each month devoted to parties is always eagerly anticipated by June and
I. Our days are actually spent in much the same fashion as all of the rest of
the days when members are admitted to the chateau, although we tend not to be
used as much during party periods. The members tend to relax more during the
days, as if anticipating the excitement of the evening exhibitions, and perhaps
even not wishing to tire June and I too much, and thus risking taking the edge
off our nightly performances. Also, of course, June and I looked forward to
these weeks, for the opportunity they gave us to engage, sexually, with members
of the opposite sex. Initially, we only performed sexually with each other, but
after the first few party weeks this rule was relaxed, and June and I were
required to perform with the sluts, and on special occasions, with our slave
overseer, the hermaphrodite, puppy.
In view of the changes to form, June and I were allowed to communicate with the
sluts, but only for the purpose of planning our perverted exhibitions. One other
change to our normal rights was made as well. Normally, June and I are only
punished by Master, footmen, or, of course, members. But for the party
exhibitions the sluts are also allowed to punish us, as part of the
entertainment. This also allowed June and I to enjoy some form of punishment
during that member free week, when party activities were planned and
choreographed. We, of course, insisted that the sluts practice each and every
punishment we planned until they were perfect. Initially the sluts resisted, not
wanting to see June or I suffer unnecessarily, but soon realised that we
actually wanted them to practice punishing us, and not only because we wanted
the exhibitions to be perfect, but mainly to cater to our almost insatiable
masochistic desires.
In general, a party night was an excuse for the members to indulge in an
unrestrained orgy of sexual excess. The exhibitions that June and I, and the
sluts, put on were designed to grow the excitement of the audience. Confirmed
lesbians and homosexuals even engaged in heterosexual activities during such
orgies. This was clear evidence of the level to which inhibitions and taboos
were struck down, forgotten, or deliberately flaunted during these orgies. The
orgies lasted until all participants were utterly sexually exhausted, absolutely
sated. It was, perhaps, because of this that June and I were so infrequently
used during party week, the members were so satiated by the orgies that they
almost had to use the days to recover, in anticipation of the next might's orgy
of complete debauchery.
The entertainment generally commenced with exhibitions of self abuse by the
sluts, who demonstrated their unbelievable skills in auto eroticism. Then June
and I would put on a display of self punishment, or sexual abuse, individually.
This might be followed by a bout of unbridled sexual activity involving June and
I alone. The delicious humiliation one suffers when fucking in public is
exquisitely enhanced when it is done by brother and sister, and you know full
well that the watchers all know that you are siblings. It is so deliciously
perverted, so gorgeously depraved, so exquisitely debauched! As the evening
unfolds we engage in bouts of sexual perversion with the sluts, and are savagely
punished by them for the watching pleasure of the membership. More lately, we
are even being used, sexually, by the members as a climax to the orgy of sexual
abandon. Master has allowed this only because he realises that the membership
want it. In fact, Master himself has been known to fuck both June and I during
these orgies, and his little puppy has even been allowed to take part in
exhibitions with us. I shall describe a typical party night, one of those that
stands out in the memory as being especially debauched in its tenor.
By seven in the evening all of the members have gathered in the party room, the
largest room in the chateau. This room is really a theatre, with the display
stage, well lit at one end. There aren't rows of seats however, but a multitude
of low couches, upholstered with shiny soft rubber so that they are not spoiled
by the oceans of sexual fluids that drench them as a result of the unbridled
sexual activity that is undertaken on them.
The members tried to outdo each other in the eroticism of their costumes. Sexy
lingerie that accentuated breasts, pussies, penises and testicles were the order
of the day along, of course, with ensembles of shiny, supple leather that both
enhanced, and reinforced the dominant nature of those members that chose to wear
such adornments. Even the chateau's whores were erotically adorned, rather that
naked as normal, when they were serving the membership. Master's ornate couch
was prominently placed in the centre of the room, and he too dressed in his
dominant best, and his little personal sex slave, puppy, always naked, with only
her dog collar adorning her small body, with its attendant leash firmly in
Master's grasp, was usually crouched on the floor, next to his settee.
The evening always starts with a sexy strip tease being done by the sluts,
either individually, or more frequently as a group. From the sluts' point of
view all this served to do was to render them naked, a state that they always
longed to be in. This would be followed by an exhibition of auto eroticism
involving both the sluts, and June and I, as a group. Such an exhibition starts
with the six sluts lined up on the stage in a semi circular formation. The males
would then commence a bout of cock sucking, each sucking passionately, and
lewdly on his own enormous cock, of course. The females, not to be outdone,
would fold their voluptuous bodies down, and suck, equally wantonly, on their
own bare, dripping pussies.
The members enjoy about ten minutes of this, seeing the sluts tongue their own
arse rings, lap lecherously at stiff cock, and dripping, swollen pussy until
they manage to extract the first orgasms from their seemingly insatiable bodies.
From this point on, June and I become part of the entertainment, and are
intricately involved for the rest of the night, which can, on occasion, last
until the wee small hours of the morning. What follows describes a fairly
typical party night for me:
I stood in the wings of the theatre's stage and watched while the slut's
performed their acrobatic feats of auto eroticism, my own nudity glowing with
excitement, and my long, thick penis, as stiff as steel, arching up my quivering
belly in lewd and wanton arousal. I held the monster dildo in both hands, and my
tight hot arse ring tingled with eager anticipation of its imminent invasion by
that thick rubber length. My sister stood on the other side of the stage, and
held a double version of the fake cock that I held. I could see that her
mountainous tits were already heaving with her excitement as well.
As soon as each of the sluts had exhausted their self induced orgasms, both June
and I skipped out onto the well lit stage, and began to gyrate wildly, flaunting
our nude bodies at the audience with lewd abandon. While June waved her smoothly
depiliated fork at the watchers, and shook her shapely tits for their visual
enjoyment, I, with equally wanton debauchery, waved the stiff stalk of my
acutely aroused penis at them. We both made a show of demonstrating the awesome
size of the dildos we held for the edification of the viewers. We continued our
utterly depraved dance for about five minutes, before our own sluttish longings,
as much as the need to further entertain, overtook us, and we went on to the
main part of our act. In the meantime all of the sluts, lined up behind us, had
again added to the spectacle by renewing their own bouts of erotic self abuse.
We both turned away from the front of the stage in carefully choreographed
unison, bent our torsos forward, causing June's big tits to flop down towards
the polished floor, and my penis to arch downwards as well, and spread our legs
as wide as we could while still maintaining our balance. This posture presented
the avid audience with an obscene display of our respective sexuality, my
throbbing penis, and tight, full, testicles, and June's gaping pussy, wet with
the evidence of her extreme stimulation. We both carefully positioned the heads
of our dildos, June with one blunt head at the gaping mouth of her drooling
pussy pit, and the other nudging the palpitating pout of her arse ring, and me
with my single one pressed firmly into the hard muscled ring of my own tingling
arse loop.
I breathed a huge sigh of contentment, then drove the huge, rubber cock head
past my straining arse ring, whimpering with delicious hurt with the obscene
invasion. Once the mighty head of the enormous rubber prick was fully inside me
I grasped the other end of the dildo in both hands and, with my nude arse slabs
rolling wantonly, drove the full ten inch length of the dildo into the hot,
welcoming depths of my writhing arse pit. I could only imagine what lascivious
pleasure the sight of my poor arse ring being so cruelly stretched open by the
thick dildo was giving to the audience, but for my part, my breath came in huge
gulps, while I lustfully savoured the sheer obscenity of my act of self abuse.
I soon settled down to a steady rhythm of obscenely fucking my cruelly stretched
arsehole with the fat dildo. Using my hands to plunge its length deeply into my
overjoyed arse pit, then allowing the muscles of that hole to ooze its length
back out again, being sure, of course, not to allow my pleasure filled arse ring
to completely expel it. Then plunging it back in with exquisite slowness, so
that the audience had a clear view of my perverted actions.
June, of course, matched my actions with equal depravity, although in her case,
she was plunging two dildos into her body, both cunt and arse. She too, of
course, became much more sexually aroused as one of her dildos was reaming out
her convulsing pussy pit. As time went on the squelching sounds from the dildo
plunging in and out of June's drenched pussy pit soon overcame the more muted
sounds of our gasping breathing.
I was, of course, able to see the audience from between my spread legs. Maids
and valets, dressed in their normal, ridiculously skimpy French maid's costumes,
flitted in and around the couches on which the members lazed, replenishing
drinks and the like. At this early stage they were not being sexually molested
very often, that would come later. The maids and valets, in fact, looked forward
to party nights almost as much as we did, for they were extensively used,
sexually, by the members, and a particularly erotic, and suitable talented
performance might result in the recipient of such to indicate to Master that the
maid or valet should be tested, with a view to joining the ranks of the
chateau's whores, a status that each and every one of them aspired above all
else.
After about ten minutes of this action two sluts detached themselves from
line-up behind us on the stage. The male approached me, and the female, June.
The slut knelt immediately behind me, and arranged his own plush, muscular
nudity so that his lean belly was poised below my head, and his magnificent,
stiff penis arched up towards my face. I gazed at the marvelous specimen of male
sexuality with joy and lust. Its magnificent, velvety skinned head seeped rich,
aromatic juices profusely, and the erotic aroma soon flooded my senses
completely, and had me yearning to taste such fabulous sexuality. The posture of
the slut allowed me to wedge my shoulders against him, thus adding stability to
my precarious balance.
This in turn, of course, meant that I could attend to the self rape of my
pleasure filled arsehole with increasing vigor, which I did with no thought for
my well being. The enormous dildo flashed in and out of my aching pit with ever
increasing velocity, and I loved it, no, adored it! I lowered my head a little,
and soon the hot juicy head of the slut's magnificent penis, and about two
inches of its stem was engulfed in my adoring mouth. I was in heaven! I adore
sucking penis, as you well know, but to be doing it before such an avid audience
filled me with submissive, and wanton joy. The rich, luscious flavours of male
sexuality consumed me totally, and my licentious elation was completed when the
huge penis began to eject small quantities of delectable precum into my adoring,
and passionately sucking mouth, for me to savour and swallow with lecherous
delight.
The whore reached one hand through my spread legs and firmly grasped the stem of
my hot, throbbing penis in his fist and began to vigorously masturbate me. My
penis throbbed and pulsated with the intensity of the pleasure that his wanking
fist gave me. I was able to see, reflected in a mirror, that the female slut was
similarly attending to the lewdly rutting June. June's eager tongue was
diligently flicking at the shiny stalk of the slut's large clitoris, while the
slut's fingers expertly masturbated June's own burgeoning clitoral shaft.
The wanton action continued until all four of us hovered on the edge of sexual
explosion. The slut, when he judged that he could no longer contain himself,
dropped his hips a couple on inches. I was filled with anguish when he did this,
for it meant that his penis escaped the confines of my lewdly sucking mouth. I
stared down at the fabulously stimulated penis in chagrin, noting that its slit
was already beginning to flare. Of some small consolation was the fact that my
long tongue was still able to flick at the penis head, and I began to do so,
whipping the spongy meat with feral intensity. At the same time the slut's fist
literally flashed up and down the pulsating length of my own pleasure filled
stalk of male lust.
It was all too much for all of us, and I squealed in pleasure when the slit of
the slut's cock head dilated mightily, and a powerful stream of rich, potent
testicle juice gushed from it and onto my wildly wriggling tongue, bathing it in
a flood of luscious cream. The first wild spurt was so powerful that it splashed
wetly against the back of my throat. Stars of sheer ecstasy exploded in my
brain, and I gulped wildly, not wanting to waste one precious drop of that
erotic elixir. Simultaneously, my own penis erupted in climax, and stream after
stream of my own ball cream flowed from its spasming tip, and splashed down onto
the floor below.
When the power of the slut's eruptions began to wane he again raised his hips,
and I was able to envelope the head of his climaxing penis in my eager mouth. I
sucked passionately while my prick was efficiently drained, and wallowed in the
absolute depravity of my situation. While the male slut and I were surrendering
to our perversity, so were June and her slut lover. Their spasming, convulsing
pussies had surrendered to their knowing tongue and fingers, and each poured out
her slut juices in a fit of sexual abandon.
When it was over the remaining sluts moved forward and largely blocked our
bodies from view, then continued to cavort wildly for the entertainment of the
audience. The two sluts disengaged themselves from June and I, and joined their
colleagues. June and I, still wallowing in the pleasure of our unbridled sexual
explosions, collapsed onto the floor of the stage drawing huge breaths into our
heaving chests, and recovering, slowly from the intensity of our lewdly
extracted orgasms. Within a few moments my temporarily sated penis was again
fully erect, its moist skin shining with the residue of my climax.
June grinned at me with utter wantonness. She knew what was to be our next
involvement in this never ending tableau of depraved debauchery, and also knew
that it would be she, and not I, who would delight in it the most, for she would
climax over and over, and I would be denied any release what so ever. June also
was required, during this display of obscene depravity, to voice her wanton
delight for the audience's listening entertainment. My chance to do this was to
come later, at the climax of the exhibition. While I was contemplating this a
footman came over to us and quickly, and with impersonal efficiency tightly
strapped an orgasm preventer to the base of my achingly stiff penis. The
preventer was also equipped with a testicle presenter which clasped and
separated each of my swollen testicles, and presented them in the most lewd
manner immaginable.
When she saw that I was prepared June gave the sluts a pre-arranged signal, and
they again moved back to the rear of the stage, while we moved forward into the
bright spot light, and once again became the centre of attention. June stood up
and turned away from the audience. She spread her long legs wide, and bent her
trunk forward, steadying herself with both hands on the floor of the stage. Her
lovely big tits drooped down erotically, and were clearly displayed to the
watchers.
I also stood up and went around to the back of June. I made sure that my legs
were also well spread, so as to not deny the audience their view of June's
hanging tits, not to mention her obscenely leering face. I stared down at the
wonderfully sexy sight of her shapely bottom cheeks, split lewdly by her stance,
which bared her tight anal pout, although it was not as tight as it could be,
and still showed the evidence of its recent invasion by huge dildo. And below
this was, of course, the pulpy lips of her hairless pussy, swollen and gaping
with lust, and glistening with her succulent sex juices. Without any delay I
drove the entire length of my aching penis into her hot, wet, velvety pussy pit.
I almost swooned with pleasure while June's fabulous pussy pit clutched at my
pulsating length, and squeezed it with feral intensity. I sobbed out my pleasure
while plunging my rigid penis in and out of that heavenly passion pit, sighing
helplessly as my swollen testicles writhed in sheer frustration at not being
allowed to release their juices.
"Fuck my slut cunt pit hard, slave brother!" June squealed in ecstasy. "Fuck it
hard! Fuck it deep! Fuck it faster! Fuck it faster!" She continued in a frenzy
of wanton lust. "My slave cunt pit is exploding in depraved, debauched ecstasy!
My slave cooze tunnel is filled with hard, hot, throbbing slave fuck stick, and
I love it! I adore it! I'm coming! I'm coming! The slave fuck stick of my slave
brother has made my lewd slave cunt cave explode in wanton delight!" June cried
as she climaxed with unbelievable intensity. So intense was her orgasm, I had to
grab hold of her rutting arse cheeks to stop her from actually knocking me off
my feet. Not withstanding June's shattering orgasm, I continued to plunge my
pulsing penis in and out of her writhing pussy pit without letup, and soon her
next climax was building, and she changed the tenure of her obscene commentary.
"Fuck me harder, slave pig!" She demanded. "A slut, please! A slut to whip this
slave pig's rutting arse slabs hard, to make him fuck me deeper! Whip the slave
pig's rolling arse mounds hard, to make him fuck my slave cunt pit faster!" I
noticed, despite my utter concentration on what I was doing, a slut detach
himself from the line-up at the rear of the stage and disappear into the wings.
The next thing I knew was that my sweating arse cheeks exploded in pain, as they
were cruelly whipped with a cat and nine tales, the heavy leather strands
stinging my meat horrifically. If it were possible to actually fuck June and
harder, or any deeper, I certainly did as the whip fell over and over, filling
my rutting, rolling arse slabs with delicious pain.
I fucked June with every once of vigor immaginable, to the continuos whipping of
my flying arse mounds, until she had orgasmed three times. She kept up the same
obscene banter all the time, perhaps for the sheer enjoyment of being able to do
so, as much as to endeavor to improve my performance. A severely restricted
vocabulary can be a heart rending loss when it is as strictly enforced as it is
with us, and any release from that restriction is mightily enjoyed, as a result.
As soon as June's spasming pussy pit had fully expended its third explosion of
ecstasy I withdrew my aching penis from its flooded depths, to a shriek of
disappointment from June. Then without any delay, drove the glistening pole of
sheer lust straight up her arsehole, to the very hilt, drawing a high pitched
squeal of renewed lust from her. My slave sister's hot tight arse pit clutched
wildly at my throbbing length while I drove it relentlessly in and out of her
elastic rear chute with the same vigor that I had used when fucking her
succulent pussy.
June reacted in the same way, exhorting me to ream out her writhing arsehole
with ever more vigor, imploring me to fuck her hot arse pit deeper, and faster.
The whip still slapped into my rolling, rutting, reddened arse slabs, but now
with less force, and with less and less frequency, as if I didn't need any
artificial prompting to fuck that hole with the utmost lust and depravity. June
braced her leaning body with one hand while she was so passionately arse fucked,
and delved into her swampy pussy split with the fingers of the other. Soon she
was busy alternating between squeezing the erect spike of her stiff clitoris,
and burying her entire hand in the depths of her convulsing pussy pit. The
wanton slave also, each time her hand was fully loaded with a coating of her
pussy juices, lewdly painted the swaying mounds of her hanging tits with the
juices of her own depravity.
I relentlessly, and ruthlessly reamed out June's rolling arse until my penis had
spasmed in dry climax three times, causing my lewdly separated testicles to
swell to ever more grotesque proportions, and to ache with feral intensity,
before I finally tore my penis from the hot depths. The fucked out slave
collapsed to her knees before my heaving nudity. She grasped the base of my
jutting penis in one hand, and began to slide her wriggling tongue up and down
its pulsating length, savouring the sexual flavours of her own pussy, and
arsehole.
June lapped up and down the length of my jutting penis until it shone with her
saliva, rather than the juices of her wanton sexuality. She caused me to whimper
with hurt when the fingers of her other hand squeezed the swollen masses of my
trapped testicles in time with the licking of her wriggling tongue. Then the
lewd slave swallowed my penis whole, demonstrating to the audience that she was
capable of eating slave penis with the best of them. She sucked me with all the
passion of the insatiable slut that she was, until a further three dry climaxes
were wrenched from my sexually tormented nudity.
Then the three male sluts dismounted the raised platform at the rear of the
stage, and came forward to where we were still performing. They grabbed June's
sweating nudity, and dragged her to the front of the stage. While they were
doing so I retreated to the rear of the stage and mounted the raised platform
where the female sluts remained, cavorting lewdly, and knelt in front of them
with my knees wide spread and my aching penis jutting out lewdly while I
lasciviously rutted and rolled my hips.
Almost before I was in position, drawing deep breaths to recover from the recent
bout of sexual debauchery, the three male sluts had begun to use June. One penis
was driven deeply into her drenched pussy, another driven, to the hilt up her
writhing arsehole, and the third plunged deeply into her gaping mouth. The three
sluts then commenced to fuck all of June's holes with depraved vigor and wanton
lust. Huge penises lunged in and out of all of her holes of depravity, and she
was soon climaxing, over and over, her muffled squeals of delight clearly
audible as she came and came under the combined sexual assault of the seemingly
indefatigable sex sluts.
From time to time a pair of voluptuous tits would be dangled above my head, and
I was able to suck on the big stiff teats that capped their enormous masses. I
noted that the orgy among the audience was, by this time, well under way. Each
of the rubber coated couches seemed to be occupied by groups involved in all
forms of sexual activity. At this early stage the individual groupings followed
normal sexual orientation. That is to say that lesbians were sucking, and being
sucked by female whores, and the odd maid, homosexuals were sucking whore, or
valet penis, or fucking male whore or valet arsehole, and vice versa, while
heterosexuals were fucking or sucking members of the opposite sex.
I sucked the big teats of the female sluts while June was relentlessly gang
fucked at the front of the stage. It was as if the male sluts wanted to
completely satiate her sexually. This, of course, was literally impossible for
June has no sexual limits, at least none that had been approached in her life to
date. But they could, and did physically exhaust her, and when they were
finished I looked at them dragging her exhausted nudity back towards the rear of
the stage with a sense of pride, for two of the male sluts' penises were at half
mast, which was a rare sight to see for they had enormous reserves of sexual
energy that ensured that, in sexual situations, their penises always remained
strongly erect.
While June was being deposited at the rear of the stage, kneeling in front of
the sluts who had fucked her so completely and relentlessly, her long,
lascivious tongue was busily employed cleaning as much of the thick, slut, prick
juice from around her lips as she was able. As for the rest of her plush nudity,
it looked like it had been in a sexual storm. Her full tits were glistening with
sex juices, both male, and her own, and liberal quantities of both drenched her
splayed open fork, and dribbled from both of her holes of depravity. Her well
fucked cunt split was red and swollen from its recent ordeal, and her arsehole
still gaped lewdly.
The female sluts manipulated my own nudity until I lay flat on the floor, then a
hot cunt enveloped my raging erection. I sighed with delight when my aching
length was squeezed by the elastic cunt pit of a slut. The slut then began to
languidly fuck herself on my throbbing penis with slow erotic passion. A pair of
voluptuous thighs closed around my face, and my eager mouth and tongue were fed
a spicy cunt split, which I began to suck with feral passion immediately it was
in range of my wanton mouth. One of my hands was firmly grasped at the wrist and
the next thing I felt was my fist being plunged into a hot, writhing cunt pit.
The female sluts then began the long ordeal of fucking themselves senseless on
my huge penis. They had full reign, of course, because the strap capturing the
thick base of my penis would not allow it to either ejaculate, or soften. My
mouth spent the next half an hour or so plastered against drooling cunt, while
climax after climax racked the bodies of the female sluts, either through the
agency of my sucking mouth, or through the plunging of my aching penis. I too,
came and came, until it was sheer torture for me, and my testicles swelled and
swelled until they were literally bursting with sap, and ached ferociously.
I lost myself in the sheer depravity of our orgiastic couplings. My taste buds
were completely overwhelmed by female sex. My jutting penis was filled with so
much pleasure that it became pain, and I wallowed in it. The female sluts, like
their male counterparts, were seemingly insatiable, and my fork dripped with the
juices of their never ending orgasms. After what seemed an eon, during which I
thought I would pass out on many occasions, they finally tired, and my sweating
nudity was dragged to the rear of the stage. My skin glistened with the sticky
juices of cunt and my poor penis looked as though it had been subjected to a
fierce whipping, rather than a relentless bout of cunt pit fucking, so red and
grotesquely swollen was it.
At this point the sluts left the stage to join the general orgy, and June and I
were left alone. We inched forward on our knees, rutting our hips lewdly, and
obscenely displaying our depraved sexuality to any in the audience who happened
to glance at us. We were slowly recovering from our excesses of sexual frenzy,
June more apparent than I, for she had had more time, but counterbalancing this,
of course, was the fact that I had not had any release, in the real sense of the
term, although I was at least as physically taxed as she had been.
Master unleashed his little puppy, and the tiny hermaphrodite skipped up onto
the stage, cleverly evading the few clutching hands that attempted to arrest her
progress. As she dodged through the couches her lovely round tits bounced
sexily, and her stiff penis swayed erotically. When the nude creature arrived
she turned from the room and prepared to receive the obscene ritual of June and
my homage to her. She bent at the waist, and caused her gorgeous bottom cheeks
to split lasciviously.
June was first to demonstrate her submission to the bizarre slave who doubled as
our overseer. She slipped her beautiful face between those deliciously chubby
little bottom cheeks, and glued her lips to the crinkled pout of puppy's anal
ring. I could only guess at what June's soft, lascivious tongue was doing but,
from the look of utter delight on puppy's face, it was definitely to her liking.
June paid homage to puppy's anal orifice for a couple of minutes before it was
my turn to humiliate myself so deliciously.
I shuffled over to the hermaphrodite and slipped my own face between her
gorgeous bottom cheeks, thrilling to the warm flesh that pressed against my
face. With surges of delightful humiliation consuming me I pressed my lips to
the pungent, spicy, intimate orifice with love and devotion. Puppy's little
arsehole is the sweetest I have ever tasted, and I can never get enough of it.
Soon my tongue had insistently wormed its way into her hot arse tunnel, and I
lapped and laved at its writhing walls in utter happiness. The bizarre puppy's
arse pit massaged my tongue delightfully, sending me to submissive paradise, and
it was puppy, rather than I, who eventually broke the intimate, and obscene
contact.
Puppy then repositioned her nudity to receive from June and I an even more
intimate display of sexual submission to her bizarre body. My mouth watered with
longing while I watched the little hermaphrodite get into a position that would
ensure that the audience would be given the best possible view of our combined
depravity. Oh how I loved party nights! How I adored being permitted to lose my
submissive being in acts of sheer unadulterated sexual debauchery, even if the
sole purpose of my perverted acts was to entertain others. It didn't matter!
What mattered was that I could indulge myself without inhibition, display my
wanton lusts with eager exhibitionism, and to wallow in my lewd and wanton lusts
with impunity.
When in position, puppy faced the gathering at an oblique angle, and had her
shapely legs spread as widely as possible. This caused the stalk of her stiff
penis to arch out in full view of the audience. It also allowed her plump pussy
lips, glistening with the evidence of her extreme arousal, to droop alluringly,
and visibly, from below that aching stalk of male lust. June took up her
position, crouching low between puppy's splayed thighs with her face pointing up
to those lovely smooth pussy lips, the lewd slave's soft tongue already
protruding lasciviously from her eager mouth.
I took up my position next to the hermaphrodite, and just off to one side. My
eyes gazed lovingly at the jutting pole of her penis, and drools of obscene lust
dribbled down my chin, such was the level of my wanton lust. My posture, of
course, would allow my mouth to suck that sexy penis without obscuring the view
of June attending to the dripping pussy in similar fashion. Once all was in
readiness we began.
I sighed with submissive happiness when the head of the juicy penis disappeared
into my eternally welcoming mouth, and my taste buds were inundated with the
luscious flavours that it exuded. I plunged my lips right down to the root of
the gorgeous penis in sheer delight. Oh how I adored the exquisite sensations,
both physical and mental, that having my mouth filled with hot, hard penis gave
me. I wallowed in my submissive joy while my talented tongue began to tease the
hard hot meat of the lovely penis.
At the same time I was able to see June's skilled tongue plowing wetly between
the swollen lips of pussy's succulent cunt split. My lewd sister tongued the
drooling pussy with the same joy that I sucked at the throbbing penis. We both
went at our lewd and lascivious tasks with depraved eagerness. We worked
tirelessly to pleasure our bizarre slave dominator. Her pleasure, at that time,
was our sole reason for being. I even forgot, for a time, that my erotic actions
were entertaining a sexually frenzied audience of consummate hedonists as well.
I didn't care! I was in the state I adored to be in! My mouth was full of
delicious penis! That was all that mattered!
We sucked and sucked, and the lecherous puppy made us work for her pleasure. She
was not about to let herself go, and surrender to the supreme talents of our
submissive mouths too quickly. This was as much to entertain the members as it
was to eke out her pleasure to the fullest. I buzzed with utter joy and
happiness while my mouth plunged up and down on the delicious penis, and my
flicking tongue teased its hot harness with unrestrained passion. But in the end
we were just too lascivious for her, and I watched, my passionate mouth never
missing a beat, while her pussy convulsed wildly, and surrendered a deluge of
spicy cunt cream to June's avid mouth. Then the penis in my mouth jerked wildly,
and my throat was bathed in a flood of the hermaphrodite's steamy prick juice. I
swallowed with eager joy, savouring the delicious ambiance of the cream with
utter delight.
June and I drained little puppy completely, then teased her penis and pussy back
to full arousal. Puppy then thrust our heads away from her crotch and left the
stage. Puppy, this time, didn't make it back to Master, and I watched as a male
member drove his long thick penis deeply into the delicious arsehole that I had
tongue kissed so passionately. Another member, also male, swallowed puppy's
stiff penis into his eager mouth and began to suck on it with eager lust. Also,
by this time, the orgy among the members had degenerated into a free for all. No
longer were the participants grouped by sexual preference. Confirmed lesbians
were sucking penis, or being fucked as if they were born to it. Homosexuals were
sucking pussy, or fucking female arsehole with the same uninhibited lust that
they normally reserved for other males.
The lights on the stage suddenly dimmed, and my heart fluttered with
anticipation. The climax of our exhibition was approaching. June and I had but
two more acts to perform, and both were eagerly anticipated. My masochistic
juices were beginning to flow while I waited for footmen to set up the stage for
us. As a final preparation a footman quickly placed each of us in full, bent arm
bondage, then reached down to my jutting penis, and freed it from its sexual
bondage. My penis pulsed wildly when the pressure of the strap was released, and
it took all of my famed control to prevent it from spurting, such was the
pressure that had built up in my enormously swollen testicles.
The lights came up once again, and our kneeling nudities, still bearing the
obvious signs of the unbridled sexual excesses that we had been so relentlessly,
and constantly subjected to over the past three or so hours, rutted with sublime
depravity, at the watching audience. Behind each of us two intricate whipping
machines had been installed. These bizarre structures were not equipped with any
form of bondage equipment. We were expected to submit to their painful embraces
entirely voluntarily, and, of course, we would do so without demure. Indeed we
would submit with sheer delight, for we are both consummate masochists and adore
our suffering at all times. Although I must admit that, when being punished, I
love to be held in severe bondage, it adds to the feeling of helplessness that I
have come to adore while the pain consumes me.
The intensity of the orgy underway waned appreciably as soon as the stage was
again well lit. The members knew what was coming, and most of them were
obviously eager to watch us debase ourselves so obscenely. With this in mind
June and I both struggled to our feet, and turned to contemplate the structures
that had been designed specifically to allow us to inflict savage punishment on
ourselves. It must be said, however, that the punishing machines were not
totally brutal, their purposes being essentially to entertain, rather than just
to inflict savage pain.
June's machine consisted of three whipping implements, a pair of flexible straps
were set up to whip her large firm tits from either side. These straps were also
dripping with oil which was automatically fed to them by a pair of oil filled
bulbs that acted in much the same fashion as lamp wicks. A heavier strap was
positioned to apply strokes to her bottom cheeks, and a final strap, somewhere
between the tit straps and arse strap in flexibility, was positioned so as to
whip her cunt split. All the straps were driven by spindles attached to electric
motors. The tit and arse whips were swung horizontally from the sides of the
structure, and the cunt split whip spun in a vertical pattern.
The structure that was to inflict its punishment on me was in many ways similar
to June's. The main exceptions were the lower, motor driven whips, the ones that
would punish my penis and testicles. My structure had identical straps to whip
my masculine tits and arse slabs, although the tit whips were not oiled. Two
flexible straps, these oiled, were attached to spindles that also, as well as
spinning, were designed to move back and forth about nine inches or so. These
two oiled straps were to whip up and down the length of my stiff penis which
would be presented to them by means of a small bar that would serve to bend the
hard prick out horizontally. The final flexible strap was similar to the one
designed to whip June's cunt split, but in my case, of course, it would inflict
punishment on my fat, grotesquely swollen balls.
Both structures were designed to contain our naked bodies within their tubular
metal frames, and to present them to the waiting whips in the most vulnerable
manner. To inject a further dose of humiliation for June and I into the scene,
each of our punishment structures had a bizarre trigger mechanism designed to
both start the whips flying, then to control the ferocity with which they were
swung. In June's case this was a perfectly crafted rubber pussy, splayed open
and appearing to glisten, just like the real thing. This facsimile of an aroused
female sex had a line of thin copper wire reaching into its depths. When a
tongue met this wire the motors of the structure were designed to spring into
action and, the further the tongue sank into the rubberised pussy pit, the
faster the acceleration of the motors. In my case a rubber penis was installed,
and equipped with a similar wire. The deeper the fake prick was sucked into a
mouth, the faster the whips on my structure would spin.
I surveyed the structure with a real sense of masochistic elation, my huge,
swollen, achingly stiff penis throbbed with servile lust, and the deep seated
ache in my fabulously distended testicles intensified in anticipation of the
coming pain and anguish. Both June and I quickly stepped into the embrace of our
respective punishment structures. When we were in position we both stood, spread
legged, in the centre of the series of metal tubes, with those parts of our
anatomies to be punished placed in the perfect position to receive their
punishment. June's face was poised below the rubber pussy, and mine just below
the stiff rubber penis.
While June reached up and lapped at the pussy entrance, I also reached up and
lewdly tongued the perfectly formed head of my rubber prick. The sounds from the
orgy had, by this time, faded away to almost complete silence. The audience were
gazing up at the stage in awed rapture and, I suspect, taking a break from their
unbridled sexual activity, recharging their batteries for a renewed bout of
frenzied, orgiastic lust once our final exhibition was over.
The tip of my tongue touched the wire. The heavy strap swung slowly, but
forcefully, and slapped loudly when it smashed against the cheeks of my arse,
Two straps, almost simultaneously slapped the flesh of my tits. Then the
dripping straps lashed into the stalk of my bent out penis, and the strap rising
from below my splayed open fork lashed the firm masses of my bulging balls. I
whimpered with hurt, but had no time to contemplate my suffering before all once
again whipped me, then continued over and over, while I sucked the head of the
rubber penis with helpless longing.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see that June was being treated to the same
painful ordeal. Her heavy tits bounced wildly as the straps pounded them with
each turn of the motor that drove them, and they were soon glistening with the
oil that the whips were applying to their creamy, although slowly reddening
masses. Her lovely bottom cheeks were being pounded, and her drooling pussy was
being savagely lashed to complete her gorgeous anguish.
I lovingly, and helplessly sucked the rubber penis head, and thrilled to the
pain that assailed my naked body. The assault on my body was not brutal at this
stage, merely a beautiful, but relentless stinging. My prick pulsed with it
while the straps lashed it strongly, punishing it thoroughly, while, at the same
time covering its swollen length with the oils until it shone bizarrely, and
drops of the oily substance were flying from it with each stroke. My balls felt
as though they would literally bust each time the strap lashed into them. My
mind was filled with delicious masochistic elation. I loved it, loved it!
Muffled squeals came from June, and I glanced across to see that the beautiful,
lust filled masochist had driven her tongue as deeply as possible into the
rubber pussy pit, causing the whips that lashed her plush nudity to go into over
drive. Her lush tits, voluptuous bottom cheeks, and red, swollen cunt split were
all being mercilessly thrashed with frightening force. Her whole body shuddered
with her suffering, yet she was still trying, hopelessly, to drive her tongue
even deeper into the rubber pussy pit in a helpless endeavor to increase the
ferocity of her whipping.
My own heart pounded with masochistic happiness while I too, thrust my face up
as far as possibly, and swallowed the entire length of the rubber penis. My
prick, balls, arse slabs and tits all exploded in pain. I couldn't believe how
ferociously I was now being whipped. My wails of anguish were almost entirely
muffled by the penis while I wallowed in masochistic lust, and reveled in my
suffering. The whips lashed me with utter savagely and I absorbed the fabulous
pain in sheer delight. My mouth sucked wildly on the rubber penis buried so
obscenely down my gulping throat, as if to further increase the savagery of the
flying whips. They thrashed and flayed my pain soaked flesh with gorgeous
intensity. I couldn't get enough! It had to go on forever, for there was no way
that I was even contemplating relinquishing the penis! I would suck it for
eternity if only the whips would never stop!
Time seemed to stand still for me. I reveled in the fall of the whips on my
agonised flesh. Gloried in my pain and suffering. I would have remained so for
ever, and had no intention of relinquishing the rubber prick I sucked with so
much masochistic rapture. Master must have known that this would be the case
for, after what seemed an eternity, but in reality was probably no longer that a
quarter of an hour or so, the whips ceased to fall. I sucked helplessly on the
rubber prick. What was happening! I was sucking! I was sucking! But the whips
were not punishing me! Why! Why! Why was Master being so cruel! So heartless!
Master knew that I needed my punishment!
Both June and I stood in our receptive punishment structures hopelessly and
passionately sucking at the triggers, in our endeavors to have the whips return
to their ferocious whipping of our bodies. After a minute or so we both finally
realised that they were not going to start up again, and with extreme
reluctance, surrendered the triggers, and stepped, on wobbly legs, from the
structures. Our brains were so finely tuned to our masochistic elation that we
both, almost with mesmeric instinct, moved to the final positions we had planned
to adopt for the climax of our performance.
We hobbled up to the front of the stage, our bodies still thrilling to the after
glow of our punishment. June slipped down onto her knees, her well whipped tits
bouncing heavily, and glistening with oil. A look of sheer bliss crossed her
lovely features when she speared her tight arsehole, and drooling cunt pit on
the two enormous dildos that sprouted up from the floor of the stage. She
wriggled her whip welted arse cheeks until each long, thick rubber cocks were
buried up her holes, to the hilt. The dildos were to serve a dual purpose. They
would, of course, serve to bring the lewd slut off in the most obscene manner
immaginable, but they would also serve to help her keep her balance while she
brought me off, for she was to extract my orgasm with her oiled tits. She was to
tit whip me to gushing climax for the entertainment of the audience.
It would be so deliciously obscene, so gorgeously depraved, so exquisitely
perverted, to be publicly tit whipped to climax, while being watched by an eager
audience. My submissive brain buzzed with excitement as I moved into the
position required for this act to be performed. I stood in front of my kneeling
sister slave, whose striped arse was already swinging, driving those huge dildos
relentlessly in and out of her holes of perverted depravity. When in position my
arching penis was poised in front of, and almost between her full tits.
June gazed up at me with sheer lascivious wanton lust shining in her eyes. She
leered lecherously, then began to slowly roll her shoulders. I gasped in
pleasure when the well oiled masses of her swollen tits began to sensuously
batter the standing stalk of my throbbing penis. The pleasure was exquisite as
the slippery, warm tit meat slid over and around my pulsating penis. I gasped
with delight, and struggled to maintain my motionless posture while being
subjected to such intense pleasure.
Soon I was helplessly squealing out my pleasure, my squeals being challenged by
those of my sister slave as she relentlessly fucked herself on the dildos.
June's arse was rutting wildly by this time, and her tits were literally flying
as she shook her upper body with feral vigor. Her flying tits slapped loudly
into my pulsating stalk of lust with such force that they were almost causing it
to bend. Then, with a shriek of utter ecstasy I began to climax. A stream of
creamy ball juice erupted from the tip of my spasming penis. The column of pale
testicle cream rose up above my gasping face, and reached a height of six feet
before it splashed down on our writhing, climaxing nudities. The ecstasy was so
intense that I almost fainted. Stream after stream of steaming lust juice gushed
from the flared tip of my erupting penis, and soon both of our rutting bodies
dripped with it. I came and came. I could not believe the intensity of my
climax, nor its longevity. The lights of the stage began to dim as it finally
began to lose its intensity, until we were finally immersed in complete
darkness.
My chest heaved with the breaths that I gasped, utterly sated, while my cock
stilled, and began to lose some of its steel. A footman came to us even as the
wild applause of the audience was still loud in my ears. He took us back to our
cells and then we were permitted to clean our own bodies, given that all of the
valets and maids were still engaged in the orgy, and we were permitted to sleep.
We slept the sleep of the utterly physically and mentally exhausted, and dreamed
dreams of submission and humiliation, and perverted sexual excess, and longed
for the next day to come, so that we could do it all over again.
