Chapter 5 - Natchez
I arrived in the principality of Natchez in the early evening. I booked into a
tourist motel, not one of the many advertising S&M services, being careful to
minimise the risk of being recognised. I went straight to bed and slept for
twelve hours straight after the long drive, not to mention a certain few hours
of strenuous sexual activity prior to leaving. I awoke refreshed, showered and
dressed, then ventured out into the streets of this strange and bizarre place.
While looking for a place to eat I was struck by the amount of leather and
chains being worn by the crowds that, even at this early hour, wandered the
streets. There were numerous shops and boutiques catering to the S&M market
lining the streets. In fact, the whole town seemed to be dedicated to bondage
and domination. Numerous night spots advertising S&M exhibitions seemed well
patronised, despite it being quite early in the morning.
I found a cafe and settled down to eat a hearty breakfast. The sheer excitement
of the place soon had me suspended in a state of erotic euphoria. After I had
eaten I decided to visit one of the more plush night spots, to commence my
inquiries. You can imagine my shock when I approached one of the places, only to
see my photo, along with a number of others, including sow's, displayed next to
the ticket window adjacent to the door. Luckily for me I looked nothing like the
photograph in my present disguise. Never the less my heart pounded with
trepidation when I tendered my money to the big titted, leather clad woman
sitting in the booth. She hardly bothered to inspect me before handing me my
change, along with a token which she explained allowed me to enter the premises
any time within the following twenty four hours.
I showed my token to a huge, muscular doorman who then allowed me to enter. He
scrutinised me much more closely than the ticket seller had before opening the
door for me. I entered the dim interior of the club. Its walls were decorated
with whips and chains and other S&M goodies. The seats and couches scattered
around in front of a quite large stage already had many occupants. Small sets of
stocks, and other bondage contraptions were interspersed among these, and a
couple were even being put to their intended use.
At the time there was nothing going on, on the stage. I looked around and soon
spied the bar with its line up of stools, and a bar tender, dressed in the
seemingly mandatory black leather. I wandered over to the bar and perched on a
seat. The bar tender approached me and I ordered a beer, making sure to leave
him a generous tip. I made a further inspection of the establishment while I
sipped my drink, and struggled to find a credible way to strike up a
conversation with the man behind the bar.
After a while, and while I was ordering a refill, I decided to take the direct
approach and asked him if he was familiar with the spate of disappearances that
had seemed to take place in Natchez. His initial reaction was one of annoyance,
which I was quick to attempt to mollify. I quickly explained that I was a
private detective, hired by a Mistress to try to locate her favourite slave who
had apparently visited Natchez, and had never returned. I sweetened my pitch by
placing a hundred dollar bill on the bar, and telling the man to keep the
change.
He wandered off and spent a few minutes polishing glasses before his greed got
the better of him and he returned to me. "What do you want to know?" He asked. I
replied, "Anything you think might be of use. I'm in your hands. It's you who
knows this place, not me." The Bar tender, enticed by yet another hundred dollar
bill, began to speak:
"I don't know all that much really." He said, then continued quickly, no doubt
realising that my interest needed to be kept, if he was to profit more. "There's
this weird guy who turns up every year. In fact I'm pretty sure he's in town at
the moment. He always dresses in a neck to ankle black leather cloak that covers
him completely, and his skull is completely bald. He gets around with a couple
of heavies from the prince's secret police, always the same two. I've seen him
point out people to the two goons, and I'm sure that these people, if they don't
disappear entirely, at least go missing for a few days. I know for sure that a
couple of lesbian sluts were abducted following their being fingered by this
weird guy about a year ago, on his last visit."
I pricked my ears up at this revelation because it fitted with what I had read
in the news letter. I slipped yet another hundred to the bar tender, and he
continued:
"I know about the two lesie slaves because their Mistress made quite a fuss over
their disappearance, and had to be bought off by the prince himself. The buzz
around the traps is that this weird guy represents some filthy rich arab who is
building a stable of white slaves for his personal enjoyment, but I wouldn't put
my house on that being the case. If I was you, however, I would be real careful.
Two private dicks poking around down here have already disappeared in the last
couple of years. The secret police here don't take too kindly to outsiders
poking their noses into things local."
I assured the big bar tender that I had no intention of bringing any heat down
over the case I was working on. I merely wanted to find out what happened, not
to rock any local boats with intervention. I asked him how long the stranger had
been in town, and how long he usually stayed. He informed me that as far as he
knew the guy had only just arrived, and he usually hung around for a month or
so, but it varied with each trip.
The bar tender moved off to serve some other customers. While he was gone I
turned and looked at a scene being enacted at one of the stocks. A male slave
had been stripped and locked into the stocks. Another leather clad male, huge
and muscular, was preparing to lash the captive one's arse slabs with a long
thin cane. The first stroke lashed into the erotically undulating mounds and
elicited a small squawk from the captive slave. I watched as stroke after stroke
was delivered with unerring accuracy by the sadist. I saw that the suffering
slave's cock had become erect and swayed out from his smoothly shaven groin with
the fall of each lash. My own prick was soon pressing insistently against my
pants at the sheer sexual nature of the activity.
The bar tender returned after satisfying the needs of his customers. He watched
me watching the caning for a few moments, and then smiled knowingly. "There's a
club about a half a mile down the street called the "Slave's Haven". It's a much
heavier place than this. As far as I know it's the place most favoured by this
weird guy. I know that's where the two lesies were fingered." I nodded my
thanks, wondering, given the savagery with which the captive male was being
caned, what much heavier actually meant, and a shudder of thrilling dread washed
over me.
The bar tender was watching me closely, that knowing smile still plastered
across his thick lips. "So what are you, buddy. A dom or a sub?" I started at
the question, and my cheeks flushed hotly. Was I so transparent. I was glad that
the club was so dimly lit, except for the area where the slave was being caned,
and bar tender couldn't clearly see my embarrassment. I stuttered out my reply
to his loaded question, flushing even more hotly as I did, "I'm a submissive,
actually. The Mistress who sent me down here is also my personal owner." The bar
tender shrugged, obviously he had thought, from my interest in the goings on
across from us that I was homosexual. "So your a hetero then." He commented. I
flushed even more deeply, my aching prick almost bursting with arousal, then
rejoined. "Mistress has trained me serve either sex with equal devotion." I
explained, glancing down at his leather encased crotch, only to see that he had
extracted one of the longest, thickest cocks I had ever seen. The enormous organ
flopped down to the midway point between his crotch and knees, and was capped
with a mighty head.
I stared at the huge prick in awe, quite forgetting what a spectacle I must have
been making to the owner of the gorgeous pole of lust. "What would you give to
be on your knees sucking it, whore?" He inquired with a mocking laugh. I was now
beside myself with lust, my mouth had flooded with the liquids of submissive
longing. I would do anything to be permitted to have this marvellous prick
buried dow my gullet, and was quick to say so, "Oh Master, I would do anything
to be permitted to pleasure your magnificent cock, anything, anything!"
The bar tender reached over and raised the bar flap. "Come and get it, harlot.
While you work I'm sure I'll think of some form of payment to extract from you
for the privilege!" With almost indecent haste I was behind the bar, and on my
knees before the huge bar tender. Before I had got there he had reached into his
leather pants and had extracted his immense balls. I tentatively reached out and
delicately lifted his massive stalk away from the huge orbs. I pressed my lips
to each fat orb with utter adulation and breathed throatily:
"Oh Master, such big balls packed so full of succulent sap! I would be honoured
beyond imagining if you were to permit my unworthy mouth to pleasure your
stunning penis! I would be favoured beyond belief if you permitted me to drain
the luscious sap from your wonderful big balls! I concluded placing another kiss
of sheer adoration on each of the swollen orbs.
The big bar tender laughed again, and snapped, "Get on with it, slut!" I moved
my face back away from the huge balls my hands still tenderly cupped, bent my
head down, and placed a soft kiss on the tip of the musky glans of his beautiful
cock. My tongue shot out of my mouth and laved wetly over the satiny skin of the
gradually swelling sex knob. My taste buds were immediately flooded with the
rich, aromatic flavours of male sexuality, and I sighed with submissive
happiness and allowed my agile tongue to scoop the fat knob into the hot wet
confines of my welcoming mouth. Once the prick head was inside I slipped my
stretched lips down the length of the prick tube, letting it creep, exquisitely
slowly, down my submissively accepting throat. I did not stop until my now
grotesquely stretched open lips were pressed into the bush at the base of the
man's cock.
My throat muscles then began to erotically massage the buried meat. Soon the big
prick began to swell and stiffen, filling my gaping gullet as completely as it
had ever been filled before. It was all I could do to stop myself from choking
on such a huge invasion, but I managed it. A few moments later the prick was
completely erect, and had already began to throb with the man's arousal. When
this was apparent I slowly extracted the hard meaty bar until only the flaring
head was still in my mouth. I sensually tongued the velvety knob for a few
seconds before again driving my lips down the stem, and burying the entire
pulsating length down my welcoming gullet.
I set up an exquisitely slow motion, sucking the prick all the way down my
sensuously working throat, then allowing it to emerge until my avid tongue could
tease the swollen knob at its tip, then repeating the whole process over again.
I was in heaven. I had never sucked such a beautiful prick in my life. It was so
much bigger and more manly than even Master Frederick's had been, and tasted so
much more delicious. I could not wait for the cream to spurt from its tip, to
flood my gullet, to slide down into my yearning belly to cool there.
A gruff male voice suddenly split the silence, "Is he any good, bud?" The answer
was immediate, "This is not the first joint this slut has ever sucked, that's
for sure!" The bar tender cried, his voice clearly betraying the pleasure he was
experiencing. "I wonder if his arse is any good." The other voice mused. "Why
don't you try it and see!" The bar tender laughed, then continued, "I was going
to strip the slut, install him on the stage, and whip his arse to shreds for the
entertainment of the clientele, as payment for drinking my prick dry, but having
you fuck his brains out is even a better idea."
No sooner had the bar tender completed his statement than I felt a pair of hands
haul me up from my knees. My mouth never missed a beat in its depraved sucking
of the bar tender's prick while my pants were lowered, and a pair of hands tore
the cheeks of my bottom apart to bare my anal ring. Despite my intense
concentration on my sucking I still had the presence of mind to lewdly wink my
anal pout at the man behind me, in clear invitation to him to fuck me.
I felt a hot, slick knob of meat nudge at my ring. My heart pounded. It was so
huge. It would tear me apart. I wanted it so badly. I needed it more than
anything in the world, except perhaps, for the cock I sucked so passionately. I
grunted into the cock stuffing my throat when the one at my rear was driven past
my sphincter, and began to invade the hot, humid confines of my elastic arse
tunnel. I moaned and strained to loosen my muscles to accept the massive
invasion. The huge cock crept slowly into me, filling me completely. My rectal
muscles squeezed and palpitated against the rock hard meat on the violating
prick. The hot throbbing organ was thrust into my writhing bottom to the hilt,
and I loved every millimetre of it.
I immediately began to undulate my bottom in perfect time with the sucking of my
mouth. I was in submissive paradise. My mouth pleasured one gorgeous cock, while
my arse chute visited its own brand of ecstasy on another. What more could I
want. My thoughts, such as they were, went out to sow, and how envious she would
have been if she could see me now.
The prick in my mouth began to peak well before the one in my arse. Obviously I
had been working my magic on it for longer. The bar tender soon began to gasp
out his pleasure, and his prick seemed to swell even more in my avid mouth. I
caressed and squeezed the man's churning balls, and sucked harder and more
passionately, bringing him ever closer to the moment of release. He roared out
loud as he climaxed, and his ball juice flooded into my mouth. My brain sang
with joy while mouthful after mouthful of pungent sex juice slid down my gulping
throat. The bar tender's cock erupted at least seven times before the potency of
his climax began to wane. My lips coaxed every last drop of the luscious juice
from it, and my fingers squeezed every ounce from his slowly slackening balls.
The man collapsed against the bar totally drained. I had emptied him completely,
and had joyously fed on the ambrosia of his sexuality. My belly wallowed with
contented satisfaction, filled with scrumptious male sex cream. Finally I
allowed the sated prick to fall from my mouth. I kissed the slack balls hanging
from its base in gratitude for a few seconds, and then went to work in earnest
on the cock my arse chute was servicing.
I rolled and shimmied my bottom erotically, and my interior rectal muscles
massaged the pistoning pole with all the sensual expertise I could muster. Soon
the man was inundating my bowels in a flood of ball juice, and my ecstatic arse
pit drained him completely. As soon as his spent cock popped free of my hole I
fell back to my knees, turned to face my ravisher, and pleaded in display of
utterly submissive, and humiliating jubilation, "Please, adored Master, allow
this slut to cleans your wonderful prick of the putrid secretions of its harlot
arse that you have so beautifully fucked. The huge doorman gazed down at my
pleading form and snapped, "I expect nothing less, pig. Get you foul snout into
my crotch, and get to work!"
I flushed with an even deeper shame than before, but never the less, soon my
tongue was busily engaged in washing the reeking skin of the wilted cock. My
senses were inundated with the rank taste of arsehole and cock cream. I tongued
the huge stalk until every speck of the offending mixture had been removed, and
thanked the man for the privilege while he packed his cock back into his pants
and returned to his post at the door.
I struggled to me feet and pulled my pants back up. I closed my sphincter tight
so that the ravisher's juices would not seep out and soil my clothing, and moved
back out to the other side of the bar. The bar tender served me another drink,
and refused my money, telling me that this one was on the house. While I sipped
my beer I watched the male whose arse had been caned kneeling between his
tormentor's thighs while his mouth sucked avidly on the sadist's stiff throbbing
prick.
Off to one side a Master sat in an easy chair. A young female slave, nude except
for hose and garter belt, knelt before his leather clad form. The little slave
had her hands clasped behind her head in classic submission, and thrust out her
remarkably plump and shapely tits to her Master. The cruel man was casually
battering the soft, tender mounds with a vicious leather paddle, while the
sufferer declared her undying love for him.
I asked the bar tender to direct me to the best restaurant he knew, as it was,
by now, early evening, and I had become very hungry. I slipped out of the night
club, found the diner and ate a fulsome meal. I then retired to my motel room
and had an early night. Tomorrow I would visit the "heavy" club, and my search
for the bizarre stranger would begin. I hoped against hope that the bar tender
was right, and the exotic man was really in town. I decided not to masturbate
before sleeping, preferring to keep myself in a state of sexual tension in case
I needed my sexual energy the next day. Needless to say this decision made
getting to sleep quite a feat.
The next morning I slept late, having had so much trouble getting off to sleep
the night before, and it was early afternoon before I finally left my room. I
spent a few hours looking around the town and eventually found the club the bar
tender of the night before had alerted me to. I was surprised, and happy, to
find that it did not have any photographs of so called runaway slaves displayed
at its entrance. Also this establishment did not open until seven at night. I
went off to find a place to eat to help wile away the time while I waited for it
to open. By the time I had returned it was past eight, so things were already in
full swing.
I paid my entrance fee and moved into the darkened interior. The bar tender was
right. This establishment certainly catered for the more extreme adherents of
the culture. Along with the myriad of bondage and discipline paraphernalia that
both decorated its interior, and were available for use by patrons, were
numerous pieces of equipment designed purely for the punishment and torment of
slaves. The club was set out remarkably similarly to the one I had visited the
night before, and I was soon able to find the bar.
The bar tender at this establishment was not the gregarious type, but that
didn't really matter for I believed that I had learnt all that I needed to know.
He served me with a beer and I settled down on my bar stool to inspect the
premises, and hopefully to get a glimpse of the strange man that I had been
alerted to. There were only a few patrons present, but I surmised that the main
action in this club didn't start until late in the night. My heart leapt into my
mouth when I looked up on the stage and saw that a slave was already on display
there.
The slave was a woman who was in the midst of being punished for some unknown
misdemeanour or other, for the notice on an easel beside her did not state her
crime, only her punishment. The woman was, of course, completely nude, and
captured in severe bondage. Her arms were held above her head by means of a
chain suspended from the ceiling, and attached to leather cuffs on her wrists,
while her legs were anchored to the floor of the stage and kept well apart by
means of cuffs at the ankles. In fact, her feet did not touch the floor, which
meant that she was actually suspended by her wrists.
The suffering woman's big tits were bound at their bases with thin straps that
caused them to both bulge grotesquely, and to stand straight out from her torso.
The big mounds were pinkish red in colour, because, I suppose, of their
restriction, and each showed clear evidence that it had been recently whipped.
The stiff teats that capped each swollen tit was pierced and ringed. Between the
woman's legs a pole rose from the floor of the stage. At the top of the pole a
huge stone dildo was being plunged in and out of the woman's cunt pit. The dildo
must have been at least three inches in diameter, and the motor that drove it
caused at least ten inches of it to be driven into her pussy hole with each
stroke.
I watched with fascination as the machine worked on the captive slave. The
enormous stone cock would retract until her fat, swollen pussy flaps would
almost relinquish it. Then it would drive back upwards, until its entire length
had disappeared into her, spreading her cunt lips impossibly wide. The sheer
size of the cock must have been hurting the woman as it stretched her sex so
violently, but I could see that its surface glistened with her juices each time
its length was revealed and, indeed, her juices also had the insides of her
shuddering thighs well drenched.
I saw her belly tremble after one inward stroke, and her thighs flex as much as
her bondage would allow, and realised that she was climaxing under the brutal
dildo's assault. She made no sound while her ravished cunt spasmed
uncontrollable around its incredibly thick, and relentless invader because her
mouth was heavily gagged with a penis gag so large that it caused her cheeks to
bulge, and her lips to form a mere thin line around its base, such was the
cruelly stretched state they were in. I watched as the slave's violated pussy
bathed the huge stone invader with a fresh coating of cunt cream, and then read
the notice displayed on the easel beside her:
"This slut is sentenced to forty eight hours non stop fucking by the stone cock.
On the hour, each hour her fat tits are to receive twelve strokes of the cat,
delivered by the club's mighty Whip Master."
No wonder the suffering woman's big swollen tits looked so pain soaked and
abused. I wondered how far into her sentence she was by now, but had no way of
knowing, of course. This was the only action taking place in the club and I
spent the next couple of hours sipping on a few beers, and looking at the
patrons as they came in. The costumes of the dominants at this place were much
more inventive than I had seen earlier, and generally did nothing to disguise
their sexuality. I noticed that all patrons seemed to wear cloaks which they
handed to attendants when they entered. It was just as well because, even in a
liberated environment like the principality I suspected that many would be
arrested if they went about dressed as they were in the street.
A few brought slaves with them, and these, once their cloaks had been removed,
were invariably naked. Many were pierced and ringed, and most were shorn of hair
in their forks. Once their owners had settled down most of the slaves merely
knelt at their feet. As more and more patrons arrived I began to feel decidedly
out of place, dressed as I was in normal street clothes. In order to make myself
less conspicuous I moved right to the end of the bar where it was darker, and
much quieter in terms of patrons visiting, although scantily clad waitresses and
waiters seemed to take care of most of the patrons' needs.
I gasped in wonderment when a huge black man moved into my line of vision and
mounted the stage. He was dressed in black leather chaps, highly polished jack
boots, and an open leather vest. His crotch was bare and a prick of monumental
proportions hung from his groin, the base of its thick ropy stem hanging heavily
over a set of hairy balls the size of oranges. The huge man, at least six feet
seven inches tall, and as muscular as any pro footballer I had ever seen, set up
another easel, and taped a notice to it. Once he had completed his task he moved
off the stage and I was able to read the notice:
"At midnight my whore slut is to receive her final piercing, and is then to be
branded with my personal mark, marking the slut as my property. Following the
ceremony I will make the harlot available to any and all who wish to use her for
the remainder of the evening."
After having read the notice I moved my gaze back to the main area of the club,
trying to pick out where the monster who had placed the notice had gone. A
glance at my watch revealed that there was about an hour and a half to go before
the action with his slave would take place. Eventually I found him. He was
seated on a couch next to a black woman, almost a huge as he was himself. From
what I could see of her she was also dressed similarly to him, and her ebony
breasts were truly enormous, at least as large as sow's massive mounds, but not
appearing to be so because, unlike sow, this woman was naturally big all over
while sow is really quite petite, except for her enormous tits.
Kneeling before the dominant duo, completely naked, was a tiny slave girl. The
slave faced the dominant duo so I couldn't see any of her nudity except for her
bare bottom which was plump, smooth, and shapely. I knew that the tiny slave was
not a child because I was able to see the bulge of what would have to be a
reasonably sized tit peeking out from her side as she prostrated herself like a
muslim worshipper before her dominants.
Suddenly my attention was riveted to the club's entrance. Three men had just
entered, and they fitted the description the bar tender of the night before had
given me perfectly. The tall bald headed man was dressed in a black silk cloak
that covered him completely, form neck to toe. His complexion was deathly pale,
and contrasted with his attire with bizarre starkness. The strange man was
flanked by two well built men dressed in black leather costumes that looked like
uniforms worn by police, complete with belts from which hung steel handcuffs and
rubber truncheons. The dreaded secret police, no doubt, but if they were so
secret then their attire certainly betrayed their profession, but, I suppose,
all things were a bit different in this quaint principality.
The trio barely moved into the interior of the club, and I was sure that they
would not be able to see me in my dark corner. They were clearly inspecting the
patronage, as though they were looking for someone in particular. After a few
minutes of scrutiny the trio left, perhaps not seeing anyone who took their
fancy. I went back to my drink, deciding to myself that I would stay to see the
piercing, and branding ceremony before returning to my motel. I would leave for
home first thing in the morning, collect sow, and return. But before I left I
would shop around in the many bizarre boutiques for costumes appropriate for sow
and myself to display our wares for the strange abductor, for I was now almost
certain that this creature was involved in the disappearances occurring in
Natchez.
I sat there, dreaming of things to come, while I waited for the show to start.
All of a sudden a hand grasped a handful of my hair, and savagely wrenched my
head back, and I found myself staring, wide eyed and terrified, into the cruel
dark features of the massive negress who I had seen sitting with her male
counterpart earlier, "What are you hiding from, you little whore?" the awesome
black female barked, obviously guessing that I was a submissive, although, even
if I wasn't, I would not have put any money on my being able to subdue this
woman had I had the need to.
I stammered out that I wasn't hiding, just trying not to get in the way, being
sure to call her glorious Mistress when I addressed her. Her mighty hand
literally hauled me off my stool and thrust me down onto my knees before her, so
that I was staring straight into her bare crotch. Her pussy was huge, and
covered with a bush of dark crinkly hair. Not enough hair, however, to hide the
long thick lips, nor a prominent clitoral ridge the size of which promised a
woman cock as big as a young penis. With my face, still held in the amazon's
tight grip a mere inch or so away from the sex, my nostrils were assailed with
the rich, tart aroma of it, a female aroma stronger than any I had smelled
before.
The huge negress allowed me to stare at, and smell her sex for a few moments
before she hauled me back onto my feet and deposited me back on my stool. My
cock was as stiff as steel by this time, and struggled to be contained within
the confines of my loose fitting trousers. Still keeping a firm grip on my neck
the woman reached down with her other hand and grasped my stem through the
material. A cruel smile split her thick lips and she commented, "Not too bad for
a white boy, slut, but its not going to enter the paradise I just allowed you to
see."
She extracted what looked like a piece of jewellery and placed it on the bar in
front of me and then spoke again, "My partner and I saw you staring at us, slut,
no doubt dreaming about how good his cock would feel being driven down your
harlot throat, or even reaming out your white arse chute. But it's not to be,
whore, he has other fish to fry tonight, as you well know." She turned my head
up towards hers and gazed into my wide eyes. "But I need a diversion while he
attends to the final subjugation of his newest slut, don't I?" Before I could
answer she let go of my neck and said, "If you agree to wear my little broach on
the tip of your puny prick, slut, I'll permit you to worship my arsehole while
the ceremony is taking place, would you like that, whore?"
I stumbled from my stool and knelt at the amazon's feet, kissed the toes of her
stiletto heeled pumps and gasped, "It would be my privilege to serve you,
glorious Mistress, in any way you desire!" The woman yanked me back onto my
feet, collected her broach, being sure to show me its purpose, and placed a
stiff leather cock ring on the bar in front of me. My heart pounded with dread
at the nature of the broach. It consisted of a cluster of jewels attached to a
spring clamp the jaws of which were lined with sharply honed spikes. I could
only imagine the agony it would inflict on the nerve filled tip of my cock when
those cruel jaws snapped shut over it.
"Strip, slut. Give your clothes to the attendant. Put on the cock ring, and
crawl over to where I'm seated, and prepare to attend me." The haughty woman
commanded, and then turned and walked back to her seat. I watcher her go in awe
at the size and power of her voluptuous bare bottom cheeks, flushing deeply when
it hit me that my face was soon to be buried between those gorgeous slabs. I
quickly stripped nude and handed my clothes to the waiting bar tender, who
stowed them under the bar. My prick arched up my belly, stiff as steel, and
ached with wanton, submissive lust. I strapped the cock ring around its base and
was surprised to see that the leather collar was designed to force my cock to
stand straight out from my fork.
I dropped to hands and knees and crawled off over to the seated negress. When I
got there a scantily clad waitress was busy hauling a special seat into place
next to the seated domatrix. As soon as I arrived the Mistress commanded my to
lay on the lower part of the seat face upwards. I did as commanded and was
quickly bound in place at ankles knees, belly, torso, shoulders, elbows, and
wrists until I couldn't move a muscle. I found that my position caused my hot
stiff cock to stand straight up from my crotch, and my head hung below, and in
the centre of a form of toilet seat.
The negress got up and straddled the bizarre seat. I stared up in awe as a pair
of enormous black bottom cheeks descended towards my face. The edges of the seat
caused the large firm mounds to separate widely when the huge woman settled into
the seat, and her heavily ridged anal ring was presented to my wildly staring
eyes. I realised that my neck was going to ache fiercely if the ceremony took
very long for there was no support for my head, and I was going to have to raise
it, and hold it in place if my mouth was to be able to achieve it task.
I also noticed that my eyes could be fixed on an illuminated mirror that would
clearly show the activity on the stage. In fact, I was going to get a better
view of those proceedings, which I could see were about to commence, than I
would have had, had I remained at the bar. I was snapped out of my reverie by
the voice of the ebony amazon, "You are forbidden to taste the luscious flavours
of my commanding arsehole until your pathetic prick wears my jewel, whore, and
you are strictly forbidden to make a sound once your little prick is so
beautifully decorated. You may now beg to serve me."
I drew a deep breath, through my nose so that I had the pleasure of savouring
the ripe musky aroma of the black amazon's arse chasm, and cried out in
submissive supplication, "Please! Please! Please! glorious Mistress, grant this
slut the privilege of worshipping at the fragrant font of your sublime arsehole.
I beg you with all my heart, divine Mistress!" My breath caught in my throat
when the tip of my aching prick was pinched between a finger and a thumb. This,
however, was but a prelude to the agony that was about to consume my throbbing
prick. At this time it was throbbing merely with lust, but now it was going to
throb, even more intensely, with a heady mixture of lust and agony.
I ground my teeth together in anguish when the jaws of the brutal clamp snapped
shut over me tender meat. The pain was indescribable. I thought that the tip of
my prick must have caught fire. Tears of anguish poured from my eyes,
temporarily blinding me to the magnificently depraved sight above my face. My
throat gulped back the shrieks of hurt that threatened to erupt from it. I
fought madly to control my reaction to my torment for more than a few moments.
Soon, however, my brain came to terms with my ordeal, and a deep sense of
masochistic satisfaction washed over me and, even more delightfully, I was able
to raise my face towards its ultimate goal.
The warm soft flesh of the cheeks of the negress' arse met the softly bearded
cheeks of my face, and my pursed lips kissed the ridged ring of the woman's anus
in joy. I kissed the pout over and over while I blinked away my tears. Soon I
was able to see what was going on, on the stage, and my excitement grew and
grew. The tiny slave girl knelt before her commanding Master. I could now see
that she was definitely not a child, for her tits were large and plump, and
jutted out from her slender torso proudly. The little chattel had her hands
clasped behind her head and was thrusting those lovely tits out towards her
owner with joy in her eyes.
The nipples capping those gorgeous mounds were pierced and ringed with golden
bands. My eyes dropped to the slave girl's splayed open crotch to see that her
pussy was denuded of hair, and a series of three tiny golden rings pierced each
of plump little pussy lips. The massive dominant negro stared down at his
submissive slut and his commanding voice boomed out, causing all other
conversation in the room to immediately cease, "What is your greatest desire,
low slut?"
The tiny girl cried out immediately, in a voice laced with both lust and
submissive pleading, "My most adored Master, my heart yearns for you to grant me
the ultimate piercing that will mark my body as that of a true, and completely
subservient slave, and utterly degenerate slut. My adulated Lord, I beg you,
make my happiness incomparable by marking me as your exclusive property. Allow
all who gaze upon me to see that I am your chattel and live only to serve you
with every fibre of my being!" The slave girl's thrusting tits heaved with
emotion after she had finished begging her owner to make her his forever. By
this time I was using my tongue to lap wetly at the pulsing anal ring of the
awesome negress, thrilling to the fetid flavour of her arse.
The negro Master then pointed a remote control at the ceiling and soon a pair of
rings attached to two chains seemed to fall from above. The huge negro took each
ring in turn and fed one of the girl's fat tits through it, and tightened it
until both tits were captured, at their thick bases, and bulged obscenely. He
then took the slave's arms and enclosed them in a full arm binder behind her
back. Cuffs were then attached to each of her ankles and cords fed through rings
embedded in them. The other ends of these cords were ran through similar rings
on either side of the slave collar that enclosed the delicious little chattel's
neck. The cruel Master then pulled each of these cords so tight the poor slave's
legs were drawn out at right angles to her body. I was sure that her hips must
dislocate with the excruciating pressure that they must have been under.
By the time he was finished the slave's grotesquely splayed pussy lips were
almost kissing the floor beneath her obscenely spread open crotch. The Master
then pointed his remote back up towards the ceiling and pressed a button. The
tiny slut gasped in anguish as the chains withdrew into the void above, and she
was lifted bodily from the floor by her suffering tits. The chains retracted
until the anguished girl hung with her grotesquely spread open crotch at waist
level of her owner. How the girl managed to remain silent while she was
subjected to such torment I could only guess. But she did. Not a sound escaped
from her lips. I could only hope that one day I too might be able to be so
controlled. I drove my tongue deeply into the ebony amazon's hot, tight, arse
pit and located her prostate with its wriggling tip. My neck was already
beginning to ache fiercely, and the pain in the tip of my cock had not yet
abated, even slightly. Soon my clever tongue was driving the woman to sexual
ecstasy, and the top of my chest felt the drip of her hot pussy juices, which
leaked from her sex with ever increasing copiousness.
The slave girl swung slightly to and fro, suspended by her suffering tits. Her
eyes shone with almost mystical devotion while she stared at her cruel
tormentor. The splaying of her smooth hairless cuntlips revealed the deep red
meat of her split graphically. The shiny dripping tip of her clitoris peeped
from its protective sheath clearly betraying that the slave was aroused by the
level of her suffering. Her Master reached into her groin with one hand and
gently frigged her stiff little girl prick, stimulating the tiny organ until
over half of its delicate stem was exposed. The cruel Master, satisfied with the
state of his slut's girl prick, selected a long sharp needle from a selection on
a small table, and displayed it to the watching audience. He then carefully
positioned its point against the slave's clitoris, just below the top of the
loose foreskin, paused momentarily, and then with a flourish, drove it clean
though both foreskin and clitoral stalk. The slave's thighs flexed in agony, and
her slender flat belly quivered uncontrollably while the pain shot through her
body, but she made absolutely no sound. It was incredible. At the precise moment
that the needle served its cruel purpose on the slave my talented tongue, so
slavishly stimulating the domatrix's arse pit, drove her to an orgasm.
The Master stood back so that his audience could see the long needle that now
pierced his slave's agonised girl prick for a few seconds. he then beckoned to
another man who approached the suspended slave. This man was obviously an
artisan and he had soon introduced a small golden ring through the hole drilled
in the slave's sex stalk, and had soldered it shut. When he had completed his
task the small ring made sure that even when not in a state of sexual
stimulation the little slave's girl prick would not be allowed to retreat into
the protection of her foreskin.
My neck ached terrifically, and the tip of my rock hard prick still throbbed in
agony, but my tongue thrust deeply into the hot, tight arse tunnel of the
authoritative black amazon massaged her writhing prostate as if it possessed a
life of its own. Soon her pussy spasmed with another orgasm, and released a
flood of aromatic juice which dripped down onto my heaving chest. On the stage
the slave, so cruelly hung by her swollen tits had tears of anguish flowing
freely from her eyes, wetting her cheeks profusely, but still she hadn't made a
sound. Even in my own predicament I could not believe the control she was able
to exercise. She must have possessed nerves of steel, not to mention a level of
masochistic submission I could as yet only dream of attaining.
The hot moist flesh of my domatrix's arse chasm closed around my face as she
surged in her seat while her pleasure continued to peak. My talented tongue
drove even deeper into her luscious anal pit, and went wild over the elastic
walls of her churning, writhing arse pit, and my lips were glued to the ridged
muscle of her pulsing ring. I was sure that my efforts must be pleasing the
ebony amazon, and my tormented prick throbbed with wanton elation.
Back on the stage the huge negro Master had once again approached his suspended
chattel. This time he held in his right hand an electric soldering iron. At the
tip of the tool he had attached a metal brand which glowed red. The slave's eyes
were wide with terror, but her mouth was silently begging the cruel sadist to
proceed. She even seemed to be flexing her slender, flat belly in an effort to
more freely offer the smooth meat of her hairless mound to him.
The powerful negro smiled at the hanging slave, and teased her by bringing the
red hot brand close to her mound, without quite pressing it into her delicate
flesh. I could scarcely bare to watch, filled with a sensation of sheer horror,
tinged with extreme excitement. Eventually the Master put his slave out of her
misery, or was it that he finally allowed her to suffer as she so desired. The
slave's cheeks bulged, and her eyes widened in unadulterated shock when the
cruel man pressed the brand into her mound. A sizzling sound accompanied the
application of the brand, and what appeared like a wisp of steam rose from the
burning flesh. Incredibly, the slave uttered not a sound while the brand seared
her delicate skin. The Master held it in place for a full five seconds, both to
prolong the tiny masochist's agony, and to ensure that the brand was well burnt
into her prominent mound. Her belly vibrated wildly as the agony filled her
senses, and the muscles of her cruelly stretched thighs flexed uncontrollable.
Tears of anguish poured down the suspended slave's cheeks, even after the brand
had been removed. A scarlet monogram was seen to have been burned into her
flesh. The attendant who had assisted in the piercing of the slave's girl prick
again approached her hanging nudity, and applied some sort of balm to her seared
mound, as much to cure the brand as to ease her hurt I was sure, for when he was
finished the brand had taken on a more definite and sharp look.
The black amazon whom I served climaxed again as the brand was being applied,
and a fresh outpouring of her rich sex cream dripped down onto my drenched upper
torso, its ripe aroma now vying with the fragrance of her deep arse chasm for
domination of my senses. My tongue continued to work on the woman while the
slave on the stage was being freed from her savage bondage. As soon as she was
free she collapsed to her knees and slobbered kisses of both joy and gratitude
onto the boots of her tormentor while she wildly shook her shoulders causing the
heavy masses of her drooping tits to revolve madly as normal circulation was
returned to their masses after the ordeal of bearing her weight for so long.
After a few minutes the duo, Master and slave, dismounted from the stage, the
Master striding purposefully, and his delicious chattel crawling along behind
him, her adoring gaze fixed on the mincing mounds of his bare and muscular arse.
By the time they arrived at where we were engaged in our bizarre and erotic play
my aching tongue had slowed somewhat. I still had it buried deeply up the
negress' pungent arse pit, but had slowed its wriggling so that it again merely
teased her chute walls. The Master expressed his delight with his slave's
performance, and expressed a desire to reward her for her efforts before he
turned her over to the club's other patrons. My heart surged with pleasure and
excitement when his partner in domination also praised my efforts in attending
to her pleasure while she had watched.
In fact, she informed her mate that she had never had a slave tongue so cleverly
pleasure her arsehole in her life. The two dominants began to discuss how we
slaves might be rewarded. I flushed with humiliation into the hot fleshy cavern
that my face was still buried in when the amazon commented on how I had drooled
at the sight of her mate's prick earlier, but rather than allow me to suck it
off she suggested that he experience my tongue up his arse. She thought for a
while and then further proposed that her partner slip his prick up her own arse,
but not fuck her, rather to see if I could use my tongue to bring him off. If I
was successful then I could be further rewarded by being permitted to suck his
cream directly from her arse pit.
The sadistic male was clearly in full agreement with the amazon's plan, and
helped her up from the seat. I allowed my head to droop immediately, to ease the
terrible ache in my neck. I withdrew my tongue into my mouth and worked to
moisten it after it had been up the woman's tight arse for so long. My heart
fluttered with excitement at the coming action, for I knew that it would be
child's play for me to bring the man off in this bizarre and humiliating
fashion, and I longed to taste his ball cream. The Master stared down at his own
grovelling serf, chuckling at the wanton pleading in her eyes, and then
fulfilled her desire to be a part of this depraved tableau, "And you, my little
slut, since we seem to be fixated with arsehole at this time, may remove
Mistress' badge of honour from this harlot's puny prick, and then bring it off
with your own slack arse tunnel. And while you're about it you can suck
Mistress' pussy for her, since I won't be pleasuring her by fucking her lovely
arsehole."
I gazed up at the descending bottom cheeks of the huge man with consummate
happiness. My heart pounded with lust the closer the muscular cheeks came. I
marvelled at the wanton sight of the negro's enormous stiff cock arching
straight up from his crotch, before the huge masses of his descending buttocks
blocked out my line of sight. I raised my pouting lips towards the thick muscled
rim of the man's arse ring, and a fresh surge of joy washed over me when they
met their deliciously obscene target. The massive man wriggled his arse to make
himself as comfortable as possible, while my eager tongue washed wetly over and
over his pulsing anus, and my taste buds were flooded with the raunchy flavour
of ripe male arsehole.
As soon as the man had settled, his equally impressive partner straddled his
spread thighs and impaled her own tight arse pit on his enormous erection. She
sighed and moaned with hurtful pleasure while inch after inch of the mighty
penis disappeared into her tight rear passage, until her rounded arse cheeks
rested on her lover's thighs. At the same time I felt a pair of tiny hands on my
own throbbing erection, and a sharp pang of renewed pain when the broach was
removed from the tip of the straining organ. Next I experienced the delightful
sensation of a tight anal pout crushing into the tip of my pounding cock. The
slight pain of the penetration soon gave way to exquisite pleasure when my glans
had finally forced its way past the tight sphincter, and my long hard, hot, pole
began its journey into the heated, elastic tube of the tiny slave's humid
arsehole. She too pressed her arse down until, unbelievably, the entire length
of my cock was captured in the warm, tight embrace of he clasping arse chute,
and the cruelly stretched open ring of the slave's anus squeezed the root of my
organ as tightly as I had ever felt.
While my thighs quivered with pleasure I drove my agile tongue deeply into the
massive negro's pungent arsehole. I wriggled the organ lewdly within the humid
tunnel, quickly locating the prostate and commencing to stimulate it until it
writhed uncontrollably under my incessant laving. My work had an immediate
effect on the pleasure filled man, and his bottom rolled with lust on the
bizarre seat, and his enormous, sap filled balls flexed against my chin as his
juice boiled within them. The tiny slave's tight arsehole was soon pumping up
and down on my throbbing prick with consummate sensuality. I could hear her
eager mouth slurping at the pussy of the dominant negress, and could imagine her
tongue lapping at the woman's huge, stiff clitoris.
I glued my lips to the Master's palpitating anal ring and allowed my tongue to
lap and lave at his prostate in ever increasing abandon, while my own pleasure
began to build. I was in submissive heaven, and lost myself in my lust and
depravity. The huge man roared in delight, and his arse cheeks gripped my face
with feral ferocity while his prick spewed it scalding juices deeply into his
climaxing partner's welcoming arse crater. At the same time my own throbbing
cock erupted in the deliciously tight, hot, arse pit of the tiny slave. We all
lost ourselves in our pleasure, time seeming to stand still while our juices
poured in a never ending climax.
The slave was the first to recover, tearing her well reamed out arsehole off of
my slightly softened prick. Her mouth immediately went to work cleaning the
sated pole of lust with her soft tongue. Next the black amazon stood up, her
arsehole relinquishing the sated prick of her dominant lover. He moaned slightly
and gasped as her tight ring squeezed his softened pole, from base to tip,
ensuring that she squeezed every last drop of cum from it, while it escaped from
the hot, sloppy cavern. When it had finally flopped free the huge man stood up.
I stared up from my bondage, my prick again stiff and throbbing from the sensual
activity of the tiny slave's lips and tongue, which, after it had sucked all the
sticky juices from it, had proceeded to tease it erotically. Her Master soon
pulled her off me and commanded her to attend to the cleaning of his own cock
and balls. As soon as this happened my gaze was again met with the bare,
descending bottom cheeks of the black amazon. When the voluptuous cheeks became
separated with her descent I was greeted with the sight of her still slack loose
arse ring, coated richly with the evidence of her mate's spurting prick.
My mouth flooded with saliva at the prospect of tasting that succulent mixture,
and my head was already straining upwards towards the obscenely dripping target
long before the woman's ebony cheeks met the edges of the seat. "Here's your
reward, slut, drink up, and don't you dare stop until my arsehole is completely
empty." I needed no second urging, and soon my lips were glued to the slack anal
pout, and my mouth was savouring a load of rich, ripe, arsehole flavoured man
cum. I drank the heady mixture down with slavish joy, and my voracious mouth
sucked for more with eager devotion. I sucked at the arse ring with all my skill
and submissive pride, and when it appeared to have surrendered all it had to
give I drove my long, agile tongue deeply into the hot tunnel in my endeavours
to ensure it was drained of every last delicious drop.
After a few minutes, when it became obvious that the amazon was not ready to
rise. even though my task had been well and truly completed, I settled down to
merely sensuously, and lovingly suckle at her intimate hole. I became aware that
the tiny slave must have finished her demeaning task also, when I heard her
Master allowing her to be led away by a group of patrons, to be used for their
pleasure as the man had promised before the earlier ceremony. After perhaps an
hour or so the negress finally got to her feet, having tired of her sensual
diversion at my expense.
She looked down at my bound nudity with a smile, and then began to free me from
my bondage. While she worked she praised my performance, even suggesting that I
should I put myself on sale she may even consider acquiring me. Once I was free
she dismissed me from her presence with a wave of her hand. I crawled off back
towards the bar, my stiff prick beginning to soften while I crawled. When I
reached the bar the attendant threw my clothing down to me. I got dressed and
left the club immediately, and returned to my motel. After showering I collapsed
into the bed and was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
The next morning I rose early and went shopping at a leather boutique. I
purchased two costumes that dripped slavery, one for sow and one for myself. I
returned to the motel and stored the purchases in my room, then and paid for a
further week's accommodation, telling the receptionist that I would be away for
the next day or so while I collected my wife. The girl smiled knowingly at me
and I assumed that such information was not unusual for her. That is to say that
it was quite normal for one partner to check out the delights of the
principality before both ventured forth to test their lusts in the town's many
bizarre night spots. Soon I was on the road, speeding back to the cabin in the
hills, filled with a sense of excitement and eager anticipation of what was to
come, tinged with slight feelings of fear and dread.
