Chapter 12 - A New Prison Experience - June's Story
I sat in the darkness of the van as it sped towards the coast. The teats on my
nude tits tingled with excitement, and my cunt slug was almost fully erect
between the moist lips of my cunt split. Master had suddenly, and without any
fore warning, changed our prison duties. I was to be given to the male
prisoners, and John to the female ones. What a change this was and, even though
I had fallen in love with many of the female prisoners, and would miss having
them play with me, I was beside myself with wanton lust at the thought of being
a sex toy for hundreds of males, with gorgeous stiff pricks for me to pleasure,
for a whole week.
Having listened to John's sex tales I knew about the feminised bitches on the
island, especially the King's personal bitch, Trudy, and was looking forward to
proving as expert as John was in giving him, and the others of similar bent, the
pleasures that he had. I was absolutely sure that I would prove equally as
efficient as John in this endeavor. But most of all, I yearned for the more
manly pricks to use me, to stretch open my tight arse ring when they fucked me
there, and to plow my wanton pussy with the utmost lust and depravity, and most
of all, to be driven into my gulping gullet. So many pricks to pleasure, to
worship, to adore, to drain. My mouth was watering with longing, my arse ring
was already tingling with eager anticipation, and my cunt pit was dripping with
lust.
Once at the coast I was taken on board a boat for the short trip to the prison
island. Unlike when I was transported to the female prison, on this occasion I
was to be accompanied the whole way by a footman. I wondered whether he was also
going to remain with me while I was actually on the island. Perhaps Master
thought that my activities would need to be controlled, given the company I was
going to be keeping, perhaps he didn't trust the King of prisoners to be able to
control his subjects once they had a female to play with.
The boat arrived at the small dock in the island's sole harbour, just before
dawn. I was quickly prodded down the gang plank, the cold air causing my nudity
to break out in goose bumps, but this, in no way, tempered my lustful
excitement. The footman then took over from the sailor, and prepared me for my
reception. I was placed under a high, overhead beam from which hung a length of
chain. My hands were attached to this chain and it was tightened until I was
forced to stand on tip toes, my heavy tits thrusting out wantonly, their stiff
teats tingling with arousal. Then my legs were drawn apart, which meant that I
was actually hanging by my wrists from the chain. My ankles were then anchored
in position.
My body still wore all of its rings. Normally, when serving at the female
prison, my nose and teat rings were removed, leaving me with just the two cunt
rings that are used to lock up my cunt split, but now all still remained. The
footman, once I was hanging helplessly, then began the final preparations. He
had carried a small valise out onto the dock with him, and now he opened it up
and reached into it. Firstly he removed a tit whip, which he hung from my left
teat ring, then one of the more vicious cunt whips in the chateau's collection
was hung from my still locked together cunt rings. Next he retrieved a four foot
long cane with a prick shaped hand grip. He presented the rubber cock grip to my
mouth, and I slobbered over it until it dripped with my saliva, then he went
around to my rear, split open my bottom cheeks, and drove the prick grip up my
tight arsehole.
The footman then hung the keys to my cunt lock from the ring in my right teat
ring, and finally, hung a letter in a small, clear plastic folder from my nose
ring. He then stood back and inspected my hanging nudity. I was literally
shaking with masochistic lust which was, by this time, rivaling the wanton
sexual depravity that had slowly been consuming me from the moment we had first
set out from the chateau. At the female prison, while Master in no way
discouraged it, I was rarely punished, and when I was it was always purely
symbolic. But from what had just happened it appeared that this might change. At
the female prison I was certainly not delivered with specialised female
punishment whips. I was to be punished, as well as fucked senseless. It would be
so good! So gorgeously wanton and depraved! I would love every second of it!
As soon as the footman was satisfied that he had done all that was expected of
him, he stepped back onto the boat. A surge of fear swept through me when I
realised that he was, in fact, leaving. I was to be at the mercy of the
prisoners without supervision. Master trusted them not to damage me! Could he
really! After all, these men were criminals. I shuddered with terror, and my
blood boiled with a fresh surge of sheer masochistic lust that filled me
completely. I prayed that the men would be utterly merciless when they punished
me! Craved that they would prove to be utterly insatiable when they fucked me,
and permitted me to suck on their lovely pricks.
The boat drifted out from the dock, and was soon on its way back to the
mainland. I hung from the chain in solitude, contemplating my awful fate. The
whips that hung from my rings swayed gently, reminding me of their brutal
purpose, and further heightening my feelings of delicious dread. About twenty
minutes later two figures appeared through the mist, coming down the dock
towards me. One was huge, and the other quite small. When they drew closer to my
hanging nudity, and I was able to more clearly see them, despite my prior
knowledge of what to expect, my mouth still gaped in sheer surprise. Not at the
sight of the big man, dressed in shiny black leather, with muscles bulging, for
I had expected that. Rather, it was the sight of his companion that surprised
me. I would have sworn that it was a girl.
The transsexual was dressed in a ridiculously short skirted dress that revealed
a set of legs so beautiful that I knew many women who would have killed to have
them. An incredibly slender waist flared out below into entirely feminine hips
and bottom, and above, to a set of remarkably large breasts that spilled out
over the top of the low cut bodice. His face was truly beautiful, and was
tastefully made up. His appearance was capped of by a long flowing mane of
shining blonde hair.
I just couldn't believe that a man could so completely transform himself into a
girl, and I gaped at him in utter wonder. The big man, as soon as they were
right up to me, noting my gaping wonder, commented wryly, "Well, Trudy, the
bitch seems certainly impressed with you." Then he instructed the transsexual,
"Get the instructions off her and let's see what Master has to say." The tiny
Trudy walked right up to me, and unclipped the note from my nose ring, then
returned to the man and handed it to him. The man immediately began to read the
note out loud:
King of Prisoners,
You, and your criminal subjects are granted exclusive, and unrestricted use of
this bitch for the duration of one week.
This bitch is a slave, and I expect her to be treated as such. She is a total
harlot sexually, and will refuse nothing, and will give you, and your subjects
pleasures that will send you wild with lust.
As a slave, the bitch must be punished. She must be punished whether she
deserves it or not. Constant punishment improves her depraved, perverted lust
immeasurably, as you will no doubt realise once you have whipped her a few
times.
When the bitch is punished it would please me if you ensure that as many
prisoners as possible are able to witness her pain and anguish.
When she is punished please ensure that her tits, cunt, or arse are whipped with
merciless savagery, until she squeals and wails in agony. The only limit to the
brutality of her punishments is that she is not to be physically damaged, so
that she can no longer perform as a harlot bitch, even if she begs for it. To
this end I would instruct you to only use the whipping implements that I have
supplied. These are especially designed to inflict the utmost agony, while not
causing irreparable physical damage, or impairing the ability to perform obscene
acts of sexual depravity.
The slave bitch is permitted to communicate with you. Her speech must, however,
always be laced with submissive surrender, and absolute harlot depravity. The
bitch is to be severely punished whenever she errs in this. I don't want her
learning bad habits, or losing any of her servile perversity while she is in
your care.
The Master
The King ordered Trudy to get me down from the beam, and to remove the rest of
the adornments hanging from my body rings. Once he had finished his task we set
off for the main prison building that I could see off in the distance. I, of
course, was led along by a leash attached to my nose ring, adding to my feelings
of delicious submission and humiliation. As we walked I contemplated my coming
ordeal, and the sheer excitement of it made my big tits, bouncing softly with my
gait, seem swollen and even heavier than usual. My arse pit, still tingling from
the sensation of having the penis shaped cane grip thrust into its depths, began
to ache with longing to be filled by the real thing. And the interior muscles of
my cunt pit were already writhing in eager anticipation of embracing hot, stiff
cock. My cunt slug, needless to say, was as stiff as steel.
Once inside the main building of the complex the King announced that there was
no time to waste with formalities. I was to be put to work immediately, under
the care and supervision of his bitch, Trudy. After a brief argument, where what
my slave status should mean in terms of where I slept, the King finally acceded
to his bitch's plea that, like with the male slut the Master provided, he,
Trudy, didn't need to be rewarded for his supervisory work by having me also,
sleep with him. After this had been settled the King announced that my wares
should be shown off to the assembled prisoners, then Trudy could take me off to
the room set aside for my work.
We entered a door at the far end of the prison's communal dining room, where all
of the prisoners were currently having their breakfast. My heart leapt with
excitement when the King prodded me onto a raised platform at the end of the
dining room, and I was confronted by a sea of male faces. The assemble men broke
out into cat calls and ribald remarks the moment that my nudity was revealed to
them. I couldn't help myself, and was soon obscenely flaunting my charms at
them. I rolled my shoulders and shook my swollen tits at them, splayed my
thighs wide and rutted and ground my hips wildly to show off my drooling cunt
split at its most wanton lasciviousness. I leered lewdly at the men, and left
them in no doubt that I was ready, and eager to fuck and suck each and every one
of them, over and over.
The King allowed me to perform my obscene and perverted display for a couple of
moments before he addressed the gathering. "The Master, as usual, has been as
good as his word. We have this bitch harlot to entertain us for a change. The
whore is to be installed in room H12, and will be under the control of my bitch.
During the course of each day she will be available to you. I am informed that
the harlot is utterly insatiable, and capable of enduring non stop gang banging
for hour after hour without flagging. I'm sure that we will test this capacity
to the fullest over the next seven days. In the evenings the whore will
entertain us in another way, by showing us what a pain loving trollop she is.
I'm sure that those of you who are not enamored with the female gender will be
able to vent your disappointment at not having our normal whore to play with, by
catering to this trollop's yearning to suffer!"
Having completed his announcements the King signaled to Trudy to take me away.
The little transsexual led my still obscenely cavorting nudity from the stage
and out of the room. He led me to the appointed room and I found that it was
completely bare of furniture. The floor seemed to be covered, from wall to wall,
with a soft rubber like covering. Once inside Trudy removed my leash. While we
waited for the first of my customers to arrive Trudy began to question me. It
seemed that he was aware that their normal visitor was my brother, and I learned
that the two of them often talked deep into the night when, John was serving as
the prison's sex toy.
"Do you suck bitch twat as well as the pig?" She inquired teasingly. I blushed
furiously while assuring the pretty little creature that I was indeed a far more
accomplished twat lapper than my brother. This was a mistake! I hadn't reckoned
with the fact that Trudy was deeply in love with John, and was deeply angered by
what he saw as my arrogant belittling of John's supreme sexual talents. The
bizarre transsexual retrieved the cane and delivered six stinging strokes to my
arse cheeks, to teach me to control my arrogance.
I sobbed out my thanks to him for punishing me so correctly, and promised to
keep my place in future. My sobbing sorrow seemed to convince Trudy that I was
genuine in my contrition which, of course, I was. Then a group of three large
black, denim clad males wandered into the room. I looked at them with
unsurpassed lust while they quickly divested themselves of their clothes and
revealed three lovely long, thick, hot, stiff, throbbing cocks to my excited
gaze. I immediately fell to my knees before such gorgeous specimens of male
sexuality, my cunt pit writhing helplessly with feral yearning.
One of the men liberally coated his enormous penis with oil, while his
companions grabbed me and toted my excited nudity over to him. They raised me up
and tore my legs rudely apart. The man reached down and split my smooth bottom
cheeks wide apart and, without any preliminaries, drove his hot stiff penis up
my arse pit to the very hilt. I squealed in pained shock at this massive
invasion and my arse tube felt as though it was being split apart, but it felt
absolutely gorgeous, my horrifically stretched arse ring squeezing the base of
the man's penis as if to strangle the throbbing rod.
The second man then drove his equally large penis up my cunt tube, filling the
sex sleeve to capacity with virile male meat. I sobbed in sheer ecstasy at being
filled so completely with lovely hard hot penis, when a hand grasped my chin and
dragged my head around so that I could no longer see my crotch. Instead my wide
eyes were confronted with the swollen head of the ebony penis being brought to
my lips. I opened my mouth wide in readiness to accept the fabulous penis. My
long soft tongue swept from my gaping mouth and washed wetly over the spongy
meat of the penis head, and its luscious flavours flooded my reeling senses.
I sucked passionately on the head of the delicious penis before its owner
brutally drove the organ down my gulping throat, not stopping until his big,
hairy, sap filled testicles rested heavily on my chin. I was in absolute slut
paradise, all of my holes of depraved lust being filled with hot, stiff,
throbbing penis. My nudity shuddered in helpless sexual frenzy, my tits heaving
with excitement while I wallowed in my lewd debauchery with utter sluttish
happiness.
The man with his penis buried up my aching arse tube then began to fuck with
feral vigor, driving his fabulous penis in and out of my convulsing arse pit
mercilessly. The man whose penis filled my throat did, every thirty seconds or
so withdraw it to allow me to draw a tortured breath. Other than that the two of
them, using my mouth and cunt, kept their erections fully inserted in those
holes, and allowed their colleague to use me to the fullest. It took him about
five minutes before his huge penis exploded in the depths of my writhing arse
pit, flooding it with an enormous quantity of heated man juice. My own body also
erupted in sexual climax once my arse tube was fully awash with the juices of
sexual excess.
As soon as his penis had fully spent its pleasure the man tore it from my well
raped arse. The man who had been supporting my suspended nudity with his penis
skewering my cunt pit then collapsed onto the floor, with me on top. My arse
cheeks immediately began to rut and roll while I fucked my wanton cunt on that
fabulous stalk of male virility. The man whose penis I sucked also dropped to
his knees on the floor and allowed me to suck at him at my own pace. I was able
to free up my hands, and used them to grasp the base of the lovely black penis
and this, in turn, permitted me to do proper justice to it with my depraved
sexual mouth and tongue.
The man who had raped my arse tube so delightfully retrieved a long leather belt
from his jeans and began to casually whip my rolling arse cheeks with it. My
cunt split exploded in climax when the first stroke slapped loudly into my
bottom mounds, and its sting assailed me. I tore my mouth from the throbbing
penis it had been sucking in wild abandon, and squealed out in sheer lust crazed
abandon, "Whip my wanton arse cheeks harder, Sir! Whip them hard! Whip them!
Whip them! The harder you whip them, Sir, the more gloriously my lewd cunt pit
will pleasure Sir's divine penis! The harder you whip my churning arse slabs,
Sir, the more passionately my wanton mouth will suck Sir's wondrous penis! Whip
hard, kind Sir! Whip hard! Whip hard!"
My mouth dropped back down to the penis before my face and I began to suck it
with renewed passion while the man whipping my arse cheeks, driven on by my
pleading, whipped my rutting arse slabs with sublime cruelty, transforming them
into fire laden mounds of sheer pain. I sucked the juicy head of the throbbing
penis with every ounce of passion that I was capable of, and it soon began to
jerk and pulsate in my adoring mouth. At the same time my pussy pit massaged the
penis driving in and out of its depths with feral intensity. I lost myself in my
pain and obscene lust, and my cunt exploded in a new outpouring of sexual
ecstasy when both penises erupted simultaneously, one flooding my gulping mouth
with an ocean of musky man cream, and the other bathing the writhing walls of my
climaxing cunt tube with its creamy issue.
The three men left the chamber as soon as they had finished with me. I lay,
quivering with lust, with juices of depravity dripping from my sex holes, and my
bottom cheeks still burning deliciously. Trudy abruptly brought me back to
reality by ordering me to clean my holes quickly, in readiness for my next
visitors. Over the course of the day I was used constantly. In order to maximise
the numbers who got to fuck with me Trudy ensured that I was never used by less
than two at a time, but never by more than three, so that each got a taste of
one of my whore holes.
Only on rare occasions did Trudy allow me to be punished during the days, and
then it would never be more than a sound arse whipping with nothing more vicious
than a belt. After all, the main purpose of the days was to allow the inmates to
fuck a girl for a change. I got to suck the tiny penises of the some of the
femme bitches, but not for the same reasons as John had, and with not the same
excitement and sexual frenzy either, for these creatures actually considered
themselves to be closer to me, sexually, than they were to John. Never the less,
when required to, I sucked them with the same sensual efficiency as my brother
had.
By the time evening arrived I was generally so lust crazed, and so sexually
exhausted that my public punishment was a welcome relief to me. This is not to
say that I was mentally fucked out, just physically, almost beyond the capacity
to climax again, having done so so frequently throughout the day. The upside of
being a girl is that you can orgasm over and over without losing the capacity to
do so again. The downside is that the climaxes almost lose meaning after the
first twenty or so, and definitely lose power, and become almost an automatic
reaction to relentless sexual activity.
Consequently, after a period of rest while the prisoners attend to their evening
meal, and I was fed and cleaned up, I was able to rest and recover, until the
knowledge of what was to come filled me with delicious expectation, and had my
masochistic juices running to the maximum. What generally happened was that,
following me performing and erotic striptease, culminating in an utterly obscene
display of self abuse, during which I would fuck myself senseless with a variety
of dildos, and my fists, up both cunt and arse holes, my nudity would be
suspended on the stage of the theatre with my legs spread excruciatingly wide so
that my cunt split gaped obscenely. Three heavily muscled inmates would then
administer a full body whipping with the whips supplied by Master.
Hanging from the ceiling above the stage was good for visual effect for the
audience. But it was not conducive to the cruelest, and most savagely delivered
whippings. The man punishing my tits had to reach up too far to be able to
deliver his stokes to that pair of bouncing appendages. The one punishing my
drooling cunt split had to whip upwards, thus considerably dissipating the force
of each swing. Only the one caning my arse slabs had any chance of using his
full force. This is not to say that my tormentors didn't try each evening.
Goaded on by my pleas for harder strokes, or angered by my insulting comments on
their strength, they whipped me as hard as they could. It was just that my
posture didn't allow the whips to be swung with maximum efficiency.
Never the less I was made to suffer terribly by my sadistic tormentors. I howled
and wailed in real pain sure enough. My tits were stung brutally, and my cunt
split throbbed in pain with each stroke, and my arse slabs were covered with
burning lines. They whipped and whipped, forcing me ever closer to pain climax.
My hanging nudity shuddered and shook with the violence of my punishment. I
wallowed in my suffering and my anguish. But, unlike the full body whippings I
was subjected to at the chateau, my suspension did not allow me to climax over
and over as the pain grew and grew, until it consumed me completely, and my body
reacted by climaxing over and over. Rather, this torment merely brought me to
the edge, hovering tantilisingly, until the sheer longevity of the punishment
finally allowed me to bask in the delight of a pain orgasm, and I squealed out
my utter masochistic rapture.
After this ordeal my exhausted nudity was installed in a cell, and I was allowed
to sleep for the full night, after I had treated my welted skin with the
Master's special healing balms. Despite my physical exhaustion I still found it
hard to drift off, my mind filled with the frustration of nearly, but not quite
totally fulfilled masochistic yearnings. It was with this in mind that, when the
King announced that I would be permitted to plan my own punishment on the final
night, that I begged that a cane be permitted to be used on my tits, and a
medium weighted tawse on my cunt split.
The King was reluctant to grant my requests, noting that the Master had been
strongly against me being punished by means other than those he had supplied. I
continued to badger him until, finally, I persuaded the man to call the Master
and to ask him. I knelt, expectantly, while the Master's number was dialed.
Finally he was on the line, and I listened to the one way conversation, trying
to imagine what Master's responses were: "Hello, Master?" A pause, then, "The
slave you sent us has been annoying me with requests for the punishment regime
your instructions laid out to be altered." Another slight pause, then, "The cane
for her tits, and a medium tawse for her cunt." Then another pause, this one a
little longer, then my heart leapt with awed dread, "The cane is OK for the
bitch's tits, but the tawse is to be a heavy one, and a bull whip for the
bitch's arse slabs." My heart was beating wildly while I waited for the call to
be completed. Master was obviously angry with me for questioning his orders, and
was going to have me suffer for it. The bull whip was only ever used on me when
I was in trouble, and the pain that it inflicted was truly awesome. "Yes,
Master, I'll make sure the bitch knows that she's lucky that the bull whip is
not being used on her fat tits. I'll use our strongest men, and the bitch will
be instructed to react with appropriate verbal responses to her punishment.
Actually, it will be quite entertaining, I expect."
After the normal ending the King put the phone down, then fixed my trembling
nudity in a glare. "You heard, bitch?" He inquired with a cruel leer. "The
Master is as annoyed with you as I am, and his instructions are now that you
suffer for your selfishness, by being punished even more savagely than you had
suggested. And you will be required to verbally entertain us with explicit pleas
for the punishment you so richly deserve, and, of course, appropriate responses
after it has been inflicted. I am to judge your responses for the Master, and
inform him if I don't think they are of sufficient quality." Then he turned his
attention to Trudy, "Take the bitch away, and put her to work!"
Once we were clear of the room, I scrambled to my feet, and we headed off
towards the work room. Trudy maintained strict silence. The femme bitch showed
signs that he didn't like me very much, and I wondered why. I had only been
required to suck his tiny little penis off once the entire week, and my brother
had made it clear that he sucked the bitch off every night when he was used at
the prison. Then it hit me, the bitch was in love with John, and must have
thought that having me attend to his sexual needs was some sort of betrayal.
Throughout that day Trudy instructed the men I serviced to treat me especially
violently when they fucked my holes of lust, and probably dreamed that he was
the biggest and strongest convict on the island, so that he would be the one to
punish me on that final night. For my part, my thoughts were so concentrated on
the night to come, and the ordeal that I would endure, that my performance with
the seemingly never ending line of prisoners that I entertained was almost
wooden, although no less depraved and passionate. My mind was filled with the
eager anticipation of real suffering and cruel torment, and the shattering pain
orgasms that I knew awaited me.
Trudy supervised my preparations for the night's exhibition, showing signs of
his own excitement, and cruelty. He was obviously looking forward to my
suffering as much as I was, although, of course, not for the same reasons. He
wanted to watch me suffer because he thought that it was merely to make me pay
with pain, whereas I, of course, needed to suffer to satisfy my acute
masochistic cravings. He was actually quite disappointed with the seemingly
benign nature of my own preparations for the event. He expected intricate and
bizarre apparatus to be called for, but I merely set up a simple bar, supported
by a pair of well anchored poles. The bar was made of clear perspex, and was
rounded one side, and squared on the other, and was set at a height of four feet
above the floor of the stage. It was the only structure on the otherwise bare
stage, although a small side table was placed against the rear wall, and had the
three implements of torment to be used placed on it.
The prison population began to wander into the theatre in dribs and drabs. I
knelt on the stage, in complete darkness, my naked body already shivering with
anticipation of the pain, and the utter humiliation that was about to befall me.
My tits were swollen, and felt heavier than usual, their teats were as stiff as
steel and tingled maddeningly. The lips of my cunt split were also quite swollen
with arousal, my cunt slug was fully erect, and my cuntal trench was already
quite moist. My mind, however, was alive with eager masochistic anticipation.
Soon I would be suffering, and I literally couldn't wait for the dreadful ordeal
to begin.
Growing sounds coming from the theatre heralded the fact that it was filling up,
and my time would soon come. Suddenly, the curtains were opened, and I stared
out into the sea of faces eagerly watching the stage. I flushed with a mixture
of delicious shame, and untold masochistic excitement, especially when the most
muscular of the prisoners stepped out from the wings, and walked over to stand
beside me. He was a Negro with ebony skin and muscles that bulged all over his
enormous body, due, no doubt, to countless hours spent pumping iron. The man was
naked except for a supple leather G string that bulged hugely with the penis and
testicles that it struggled to contain. His skin had been well oiled, and shone
beautifully.
"Begin!" The King of prisoners shouted from his well positioned seat in the
centre of the front row. I gathered my thoughts, which was quite an achievement
given the intensity of my sheer masochistic excitement. I then began to follow
my carefully choreographed routine. I began by crawling on my wide spread knees
to the Negro, bending at the waist, and devotedly kissing his naked toes in a
display of servile submission. Then I reared back and clasped my hands behind my
head in the classic pose of a slave, and begged:
"Magnificent Sir!" I squealed in masochistic lust. "I am a slave who has erred
in her complete submission to the whims of her dominators! Please, fabulous Sir!
I have not only annoyed the Master with my obscene whining, but also your
marvelous King! My heart is filled with remorse! My soul is filled with misery!
My wanton body quakes with the intensity of my anguish at having so displeased
their glorious beings! I deserve to be punished, wondrous Sir! I deserve to be
punished without mercy! Without pity! With the utmost savagery! With the
ultimate cruelty, for my base behavior! Please! Please! Please! phenomenal Sir!
Will you consent to inflict my richly deserved punishment! Will you inflict it
without a shred of pity! Will you inflict it without an instant of mercy! My
slave body yearns to suffer! My slave nudity longs to be reduced to utter
anguish and agony! Will you consent to punish me with utter cruelty! Absolute
savagery! Immaculate brutality, so that I may, in some small way, atone for my
sins! Please, wondrous Sir! Please! Please! Please!" I cried out, my voice
cracking with masochistic craving.
Needless to say, the muscular Negro was only too pleased to inform me that he
would, indeed, punish me as I had never been punished before, and I covered his
toes with slobbering kisses in gratitude for his promised cruelty. I crawled to
the rear of the stage, and took the coiled lash of the vicious bull whip in
between my teeth, then crawled back to the man. I presented him with the whip
and, with heart pounding with masochistic lust, prepared to receive the first of
my savagely brutal punishments.
I crawled over to the bar, and draped my nudity over the perspex rod so that my
rounded arse slabs were completely, and defenselessly displayed. "Whip my slave
arse six times, kind Sir! Whip my slave arse hard!" I called out to my muscular
tormentor. I waited with bated breath while the Negro walked into position, and
snaked out the long, heavy whip then without any appreciable preparation, he
drew the long leather whip back and brought its heavy, braided lash flashing
towards its pale target.
My squeal of shock reverberated throughout the theatre when the whip cracked
loudly into the taut flesh of my submissively proffered bottom cheeks. Pure
agony flashed through my body from my wounded arse, and it was heavenly. Tears
of masochistic joy flowed down my cheeks, and I howled out to my torturer to
whip my slave arse harder, which he did, soon warming to his brutal task. The
cruel whip lashed into my quivering arse slabs over and over, raising savage
welts on their smooth skinned masses, and filling my being with gorgeous pain
and burning. To my eternal gratitude the punisher made sure that sufficient time
elapsed between each stroke for me to fully savour the pristine intensity of my
suffering, and it took him fully five minutes to deliver all six strokes.
I was profuse in my gratitude to the brutal man once it was over. I knelt before
him, waving my blazing arse slabs lewdly at the eager watchers, and thanked him
from the bottom of my heart for the cruelty he had displayed. I joyfully
informed the audience that the arse slabs I waved at them so wantonly were now
in a state that all slave arse slabs should always be, on fire with pain, and
baring the badges of the slave's punishment. I continued to debase myself before
the prisoners, until my masochistic urges once again took over my consciousness,
and I almost involuntarily prepared for stage two of my planned punishment.
I crawled back to the table that contained the instruments of my suffering, and
carefully placed the coiled up bull whip back in its place. I then took the long
thin cane in my mouth and crawled back to the impassively waiting Negro. After
slobbering a fresh series of kisses of submission on his toes I presented him
with the cane. This time I didn't immediately implore him to use the evil
instrument on my quivering nudity. Rather, I placed my body in the position I
had planned for the first of three ordeals I was to endure with the brutal cane.
I knelt before the bar and carefully placed my soft tits over it so that their
topsides were made available for punishment. Once in position I then made my
submissive plea.
"Wondrous Sir!" I almost yelled, such was my masochistic excitement and eager
yearning to suffer. "My slave tits long to suffer at your glorious hands! Cane
the tops of my slave tits hard six times! Show the slave tits no mercy, fabulous
Sir!" I pleaded, watching the muscular man get into a position where he could
accede to my servile demands. I noted, with pride, that his monster penis was
beginning to stiffen under the minuscule covering of his supple leather G
string. He raised the brutal cane high, paused for effect, then brought it
flashing down to its submissively offered targets with all the force he could
muster.
My squeal of absolute agony reverberated around the packed theatre when the thin
cane sliced deeply into the tender meat of my tits. I stared down at my wounded
tits with surges of masochistic ecstasy flooding my shuddering nudity, marveling
at the sight of an ugly, livid weal that seemed to erupt on their creamy masses
where the cane had sliced them so ferociously. I babbled out my pleas for the
next stroke, to be delivered harder, and more savagely to the suffering mounds.
My mind was no longer capable of real coherent thoughts, only with the feral
craving to suffer and suffer the glorious pain that my tormentor inflicted.
The remaining five strokes of the cane were delivered in measured strokes, with
at least a minute between each, so that I could fully savour my pain and
suffering. My squeals of hurt were the only sounds that seemed to be evident
within the theatre. The audience watched in complete awed silence, both amazed
at my capacity to suffer, and filled with the excitement that watching a slave
being punished always seemed to raise, regardless of whether or not the viewer
is actually a sadist. When all six strokes had been delivered, and my swollen
tit tops were decorated with six livid weals, the badges of my suffering, I was
even more profuse in expressing my gratitude to the fabulous black tormentor.
Then, with my heart quivering with servile lust I flipped my nudity around, and
draped my tits over the bar once again. This time the exquisitely soft
undersides of the swollen mounds were presented for vicious punishment. Once I
was satisfied, I almost sobbed out my abject pleas to suffer, "Fabulous
punisher! My slave tits are not suffering enough! Cane the soft, tender
undersides of the slave tits as hard as you can! Put you back into it, wondrous
Sir! Make the fat udders throb with agony! Cane the tits as hard as you can,
Please! Please! Please! Please, merciless Sir!"
My wails of anguish were music to my ears when the first savagely stroke sliced
deeply into the soft meat of my tit bellies, and a surge of immaculate pain
consumed me. I babbled out my thanks to my tormentor, while imploring him to be
ever more vicious, ever more merciless. The strokes were delivered with the same
measured precision by the Negro, and I suffered the exquisite agony with joy and
masochistic elation. My brain was exploding with servile happiness. I was in the
state that a slave longed to be in, always, forever, constant pain, relentless
suffering, divine anguish!
The only thing that had me not filled with anguished loss when the full six
strokes had been mercilessly delivered, and begging for more, was the fact that
there was more, even more fabulous pain and suffering to come, and I longed for
it with all my being. I flipped the bar over so that now its square surface
faced upwards, then, with infinite care, place the stiff masses of my
enormously swollen teats on it. The long thick nubbins of female passion looked
deliciously defenseless, resting firmly on the hard perspex. They throbbed with
masochistic pleasure, and seemed to beg for their punishment. Since they were
not capable of doing this, I did it for them.
"My slave teats!" I cried, my voice racked with sobs of delight. "My slave teats
must suffer! My slave tits are on fire with glorious pain! My slave teats must
join them so that the punishment of my slave tits is complete! Cane the servile
teats with all your might, magnificent Sir! Cane them hard! Cane slave teats
mercilessly! Cane slave teats forever, Pitiless Sir!" I begged with joyous
masochistic fervor. I yearned beyond imagining for my swollen, steel hard teats
to join my tits in sheer agonised anguish, and could not wait for it to happen.
The huge Negro took careful aim with the vicious cane, the brought it flashing
down towards its pair of delicate targets. My wails of pure agonised anguish
rent the still air, and my teats erupted in immaculate, fiery agony. The pain
was truly terrific, and I almost came on the spot. Somehow I kept my tormented
teats in place, in readiness for the next stroke, and almost incoherently begged
and pleaded for it to be delivered, only harder! Harder! It arrived with awful
precision, squashing the meat of my pain filled nubbins into the unyielding bar,
and filling me with glorious pain. The punisher delivered all six strokes with
savage ferocity, and unerring accuracy. I watched each land on my swollen teats
with utter masochistic joy, and marveled at my ability to suffer. It took me a
few seconds to realise that it was over, and my squeals reduced to mere whimpers
in the aftermath.
My fabulously punished teats had swollen to twice their normal size, and
throbbed in agony, but I loved it, adored it. My babbling of gratitude to the
cruel man were heart rending, and immaculately submissive. I waved my
wonderfully punished tits at the audience while I thanked him from the depths of
my soul for his savage cruelty. As the moments flew by, and I slowly regained
some semblance of self control, my mind began to sing with the anticipation of
the climax of my ordeal. All that had happened to date was merely preparation
for the main event. The pain I had suffered up until now was purely designed to
raise the level of my masochistic craving to such a pitch that only the horrific
agony that I was about to suffer could hope to appease it.
I returned the cane to its place on the table, and with trembling anticipation,
took the heavy leather tawse between my teeth. I had to clench my teeth tightly
on the hard leather before crawling back to my cruel tormentor, so heavy was the
instrument of punishment. I lay it before the muscular Negro, then slobbered
kissed on his toes, allowing my soft tongue to wriggle between his digits to
display to him the utter happiness of my submission. Then I rose up and allowed
my mouth to present the pain giving tawse to him. The man took the instrument
from my mouth and stepped back to listen while I begged.
"Oh fabulous, wondrous Sir!" I squealed in sheer masochistic lust. "My slave
cunt split is swollen with obscene lust! My slave cunt split is drooling with
depraved lechery! My slave cunt slug is as stiff as steel, and throbs with lewd
wantonness! You must punish my depraved cunt split for its wanton obscenity,
magnificent Sir! You must thrash the obscene cunt with all your might,
spectacular Sir! You must flog the lewd cunt split with all the force your
mighty arm can muster, sensational Sir! My slave cunt split yearns to suffer! My
slave cunt split craves its agony! My slave cunt split longs for the whip to
batter its lewd meat! You must thrash the obscene lust from my slave, whore,
lewd, obscene cunt split magnificent Sir!" I squealed in a fit of lust crazed,
masochistic excitement.
Then, on the fly, I altered, subtly, the choreography of my exhibition such was
the intensity that my masochistic lust had been driven to. "And finally,
wondrous Sir!" I shrieked in utter lust. "While your marvelously strong arm
thrashes the obscene lust from my wanton slave cunt split! While your gloriously
powerful arm flogs the depraved passion from my slave whore cunt! Allow me to
demonstrate my utter submission to your glorious being, my fabulous punisher!
Force me, extraordinary Sir, to display my utter surrender to you , even as you
honour my obscene cunt split, by thrashing it to lust crazed agony! Please!
Please! Please! wondrous Sir! And the more servile and utterly submissive my
display of surrender to you is, the more savage and merciless your punishment of
my slattern slave cunt split must be, until adored Sir, my surrender is
immaculate, and my punished cunt split sprays out its lust in helpless
submission to your glorious magnificence!"
While my obscene ravings were reverberating around the theatre, and entertaining
the rapt audience, Trudy had been busy setting up the props for the climax of my
exhibition. Two chains with cuff hooks attached had been lowered from the
ceiling above the bar. Two small extensions had been screwed into the tops of
the poles supporting the bar, and each of these was equipped with a hook as
well. Trudy stood in front of the bar when I approached, blocking the view of
the audience, as planned, while my body was to be attended to.
My ankles were quickly attached to the tops of the poles, causing my legs to be
spread to at least one hundred and eighty degrees, with my welted arse cheeks
pressing into the centre of the bar. This, of course, displayed my cunt split in
graphic detail. My wrists were then attached to the chains, and their lengths
were adjusted so that my head hung at the level of my punisher's groin, with my
fabulously punished, grotesquely swollen tits pointing straight up from my
horizontal torso.
Trudy then stood back, and the audience was greeted with the utterly debauched
sight of my lewd cunt split, gaping out at them in all its depraved glory. They
could clearly see how hugely aroused my cunt was. How stiff and exposed my rock
hard cunt slug was. How utterly obscenely my cunt pit mouth drooled the juices
of my masochistic lust. It must have shocked some of the audience, how a girl
could be so obviously sexually stimulated after having been the subject of such
brutal punishment, not to mention the even more barbaric punishment to come!
They were learning quickly what a masochist's real cravings were.
My cruel punisher then approached my contorted nudity. He, knowing what was
expected, had already carefully moved the leather thong of his G string out from
the crack between his muscular buttocks, and I gazed up in sheer submissive
rapture while he threw his leg over my head, and settled. I noted, as the man's
thighs brushed against my flushed cheeks, that his mighty penis was now in full
erection, and the stiff pole was threatening to tear apart the supple leather of
his stretched out G string. My mouth watered with longing, and I prayed that the
man would permit me to suck his virile penis off for him after he had completed
my ordeal under the tawse.
I gazed up at my tormentor's split open bottom cheeks, my face flushing at the
sight of the ridged anal ring that peeped out at me from within that dark
recess. I raised my face in utter submission, my blushing cheeks pressing firmly
into the moist flesh of the humid, musky chasm. My lips pressed up firmly to
that spicy little hole and my soft tongue swept submissively over it, flooding
my senses with the lurid flavours of ripe arsehole. My heart fluttered with
servile delight, and my stretched out thighs quivered in eager anticipation of
the glorious agony to come.
Having thoroughly moistened the Negro's spicy arse ring, I drove my enthusiastic
tongue as deeply into his pungent rectum as was humanly possible. The man's
muscular bottom cheeks closed in firmly on my heated face and I heard the
momentary whistle of the tawse. Then my cunt split erupted in pure, immaculate
agony when the heavy leather tawse smashed into its delicate meat, crushing the
erect spike of my girl prick almost flat, and causing a spray of lust juice to
erupt from the tormented trench. I moaned and howled into my tormentor's spicy
rectum while my nudity shook with agony.
My cruel punisher snapped his muscular anal ring tightly shut on the root of my
buried tongue, effectively muting my howls of sheer agony, while he brutally
pounded the meat of my pain soaked cunt split, over and over, and with ever more
merciless force with the heavy leather pain instrument. All I could do was
suffer and suffer, while my cunt spewed oceans of lust cream, and pain climax
after pain climax racked my body, causing my swollen savagely punished tits to
roll and shudder on my chest.
The cruel Negro smashed my agonised cunt over and over, showing no pity to me
what so ever. I wallowed in my abject misery, my masochistic brain buzzing in
immaculate rapture, and my wails and howls of sheer suffering being deliciously
muted by the man's glorious arsehole. On and on it went, without letup, and I
prayed to the God of slaves for it never to stop. My cruelly abused cunt split
erupted in orgasm after orgasm until it could explode no longer, and my whole
body went slack with sheer physical exhaustion.
My punisher, noting this, and thinking that I had fainted from sheer agony,
ceased whipping me, and allowed his arse ring to release my tongue. I was not,
of course, unconscious, merely utterly sated. My chest heaved wildly while I
fought for breath, and attempted to regain some modicum of control. Trudy
quickly moved over to us and released my ankles and wrists from the poles and
chains. I collapsed into a heap of shuddering nudity onto the floor in front of
my sweating tormentor. My babbled gratitude to him for treating me with such
exquisite savagery was almost entirely incoherent.
I gazed up at the man who had whipped me so beautifully with tears still
trickling down my cheeks. My eyes were wide with pleading lust, and when I
dropped them to his crotch and stared fixedly at the huge bulge of his throbbing
stiff penis he got the idea, and dropped a hand down to his hip. He unclasped
the thong of his leather G string, and allowed the skimpy, erotic garment fell
away revealing the magnificent pole of his enormous penis to my lust crazed
eyes.
I immediately bent low and began to kiss the Negro's toes in a fit of submissive
lust, glancing up to his face from time to time, praying for a signal that he
would permit me to pleasure his fabulous penis. The cruel man forced me to
debase myself for at least five minutes before he relented, or was it that his
own lusts got the better of him? He leered down at my groveling, savagely
punished nudity, then pointed to his penis with one finger.
I immediately reared up on my knees, my face shining with delight, and my
brutally punished tits shuddering violently. I bent my face forward and, with a
reverence bordering on religious fanaticism, pressed my lips to the throbbing
stalk of powerful male sexuality. The sheer heat of the penis caused my heart to
pound with lust, and I could actually feel it throbbing through my soft lips.
With a surge of immaculate rapture, I allowed my tongue to sweep up the full
length of the enormous penis, from its thick base, to the hot swollen tip. My
taste buds were flooded with the luscious flavours of feral male sexuality, and
I loved it, I adored it so!
My blood raced with lust! It was time for the ultimate reward! I opened my
submissive mouth as wide as I could, then enveloped the ripe plumb of the penis
head in my hot, wet, adoring mouth. I was literally in paradise! To have such a
gorgeous specimen of male sexuality in my mouth, and to adore it so, was
pleasure almost beyond my capacity to endure. I sucked at the penis head with
all of the passion that had built up in me throughout my brutal punishment, and
this fabulous man had done it all to me, with such sublime cruelty, and sacred
sadism. He deserved to have me suck his superb penis with such passion, such
devotion, such undying adoration for ever.
I drove my mouth down on the glorious penis until its drooling head was firmly
lodged in the back of my gulping throat, and worshipped it with helpless
surrender. It pulsated wildly in my mouth, and began to jerk wildly. Obviously
the Negro was hugely stimulated and aroused, firstly by the whipping he had
administered, then by the sheer passion with which my servile mouth sucked for
his pleasure. I knew that he would not last long, and went at him with ever
increasing passion, until, with a roar of triumph, his spasming penis flooded my
throat with a veritable ocean of rich, ripe, creamy penis juice. It filled my
mouth, ballooning my cheeks with its volume, and I swallowed in a fit of
submissive ecstasy. I gulped down his issue with feral yearning, drinking the
spurting penis dry, then squeezing out every last drop that it had to offer.
Trudy, once she saw that I had exhausted my punisher completely, closed the
curtains to the stage. That night, perhaps because I had suffered so cruelly,
thus proving to the little transsexual, that I was the equal of my brother in
submissive character, he allowed me to share his bed with he, and his own
personal lover. Trudy, because of his exulted status in the prison, was allowed,
by the King, to have a personal lover, and his was a particularly beautiful
young boy with one of the most perfect penises I had ever laid eyes on. It was
not huge, but perfectly shaped, and able to perform with the recovery of youth.
We spent the night immersed in sheer sexual delight. I sucked that fresh young
penis, and drank my fill of its glorious issue. The boy fucked my in both my
holes, and arse fucked his paramour while I sucked the lovely transsexual's tiny
penis for him. In short, we engaged in erotic play for hours and hours. So much
so that when I was returned to the docks the next morning, for the journey back
to the chateau, I could barely keep my eyes open, I was so sexually, and
physically exhausted. Thus ended my first trip to the male prison. There were
many others to follow, but at fairly infrequent intervals, and I looked forward
to them with eager anticipation.
