Chapter 21 - Two Surrenders
As it happened Frederick and Lotta both surrendered to their fates at about the
same time. Lotta was first to signify her submission by a mere couple of days.
However, while her public humiliation was still being carefully planned,
Frederick's capitulation also occurred. This upset our plans a little,
especially as he had elected to experience orgasm one more time before his
castration. Her Majesty was reluctant to alter the timing for Lotta's public
disgrace. It was I who solved the dilemma for my lovely ruler. I suggested that
Frederick did not deserve to be seen to surrender in public, but rather, he
should do so before Her Majesty and I alone, with the other slaves, and
Princess, of course, as witnesses to his yielding. If this were to be the case
then we could `process' him at our leisure.
Her Majesty was reluctant, at first, wanting her former owner to suffer as much
as possible, and in her mind this naturally involved very public humiliation.
However, the merits of my suggestions were also apparent, and eventually won her
over. Frederick's ceremonial acceptance of his lot was thus scheduled to take
place the night before the already planned public submission of Lotta. The
playroom was set up for the ceremony with Her Majesty's throne, and the slave's
submission mat the centre pieces. I was again to be placed at Her Majesty's
feet, as her human pet. An alcove was set up to one side of the room for the
`witnesses'.
Over the preceding weeks, leading up to the final surrender of Frederick, Her
Majesty frequently inspected progress towards his breaking, or, should I say,
had him brought before her so that such progress could be monitored. We slaves,
at least those of us with pricks, quite looked forward to these inspections as
they normally involved at least one of having our balls emptied into the
captive's gag, for him to be forced to drink. At first having him drink the
aromatic sex cream still required that his nostrils to pinched, as had happened
on the first occasion, but after a while this action was no longer necessary,
with the captive drinking the issue with steadily increasing eagerness, much ,
of course, to the Queen's delight. After a few weeks the captive was even able
to be brought before us in minimal bondage, demonstrating his growing compliance
with his fate. The captive had been appropriately named `pricklapper' after the
first day, and had even began to acknowledge that debasing form of address as
time went on.
On the occasion of Frederick's, or should I say pricklapper's, formal submission
I was not ornately decorated, merely dressed in the mandatory hose and heels,
and otherwise nude. Her Majesty was dressed in a scarlet leather mini dress with
hose and heels. The other slaves were dressed, or should I say, undressed, in
normal estate costumes, and Princess was adorned in a leather and lace
combination that had seemed to become her norm after a while. She had become
enamoured with the sensual quality of supple leather around her waist, and
limbs, while favouring the erotic sensations of satin and lace on her breasts
and sex. To that end she had had numerous ensembles created for her in this
style.
As soon as everyone was in place the Queen loudly clapped her hands. The huge
entrance doors swung open at this signal, and a group of figures moved slowly
into the room. There were the two attendants who had had responsibility for the
breaking of the slave, the King's castration team which consisted of a doctor,
and a male slave nurse, and, of course, the newly broken slave himself. The
attendants were positioned on either side of the shuffling slave, while the
medical team brought up the rear. The slave was naked, and on hands and knees
with his head bowed low. His body had been completely denuded of all hair from
the top of his head to the tips of his toes, and his ebony skin shone with the
liberal application of body oil.
Once the slave's body was positioned on the rubber matting before Her Majesty's
throne, he stopped moving, and waited to be acknowledged. Her Majesty gazed down
at the utterly subjugated male with an expression of pure sadistic satisfaction
on her beautiful face. This was revenge at its best, and she was determined to
enjoy it to the fullest extent possible. She made the cringing man wait for what
seemed and age before her cruel voice snapped out:
"Well, pricklapper, before you are de-nutted, you have been granted one final
act of free choice, whether or not to spit your cock scum one more time. Have
you decided, pig?" She demanded. The slave nodded his bowed head to signify an
answer in the affirmative. "Get on with it, then!" The Queen snapped
impatiently. The huge, black, hairless slave reared back onto his knees
immediately. His long thick cock was strongly erect, and arched up and out from
his splayed open fork lewdly. His balls, naturally enormous, were hugely
swollen, and thrust out from the base of his shaft like tight black canon balls.
Her Majesty had ensured that the slave was incessantly sexually teased
throughout all the weeks during which his spirit was being broken. She somehow
knew that he would choose to to be permitted to climax that one last time before
he was castrated, and she wanted the event to be as humiliatingly spectacular as
humanly possible.
The humiliated slave stared up at his cruel tormentor with a strange light
shining from his dark eyes. I recognised it immediately as the gaze of a
commensurate submissive. There was not the slightest hint of rebellion left in
the ebony skinned man. It was not that his eyes were dead, or resigned even, but
rather they were ecstatically accepting. If I had not seen it I would never have
believed that the man who had once been the fierce, arrogant, egoistical
Frederick could have been reduced to this fawning creature displaying his
sexuality so lecherously, and shamelessly, before us. I glanced up at Her
Majesty, and saw that she wore a wide grin as she leered down at her former
owner, who suddenly opened his mouth, and cried out his servile joy to his
sadistic tormentor:
"Worshipped Majesty, owner of my being. I beg to be permitted to offer these,"
He cried, his fingers presenting the swollen orbs of his balls to the seated
Queen, "to you to have removed so that I may begin to serve you as a whore with
no rights and privileges. This is not a fate that I merely deserve for past
crimes, but a destiny that I yearn for more than life itself. It is not for me
to choose, adored Majesty, if the scum bags are to spit again, before they are
sliced off, but for you to decree it so, should you desire to witness them shed
their putrid offal one more time!"
The Queen almost chuckled, such was her glee at the slave's servile utterances.
He had been utterly broken, and trained to perfection. She was so delighted with
the outcome that she had already decided she was going enjoy the sight of the
slave's prick spitting one last time. How to achieve this in the most
entertaining fashion was the only question. "I am certainly going to see your
slug vomit for the last time, whore!" She cried, "But how to achieve it, that is
the question. Shall I have you fat nuts whipped until you spurt? Yes, that's the
way to go!" She was about to instruct one of the attendants, when the doctor
made a sign that he had an objection to the plan. Her Majesty irritably asked
the medical man to explain himself, and was disappointed to hear him say:
"I'm sorry, Majesty, but you didn't ask that the slave's balls be mounted in a
trophy for you. I have to warn you that having them thrashed like this so close
to their removal will badly damage the quality of the memento they will make."
The Queen thought about the ramifications of what the doctor had said for a few
seconds, then looked down at the slave with an air of mocking consternation, "I
suppose you're right, doctor," She said, "I guess I'll have to think of another
way to bring the whore off, although I'll guarantee it wont be as exciting for
us, or the slave, as the whip flaying his fat nuts would have been." The
domatrix thought for a few more seconds, and then called to her partner in
domination, "Princess, if you please, prepare your piggash so the bitch can tit
fuck the pig. I've decided that his prick may as well be made to spit through
the agency of another, as by his own hand." She then turned her attention to the
doctor, and commanded him to place the slave in the castration bondage she had
discussed with him earlier.
The doctor and his slave went to work. Princess retrieved the three required
items to prepare a slut for a bout of tit fucking from a storage cupboard. She
attended to piggash's arms first, enveloping them in a full binder that caused
each one to bend at the elbow to allow the forearms to be tied together. When
she had finished the slave looked as though she had a square leather handle
behind her back, in place of arms. Then Princess went to work on her slut's
floppy tits. She placed a velour harness around the woman's torso and tightened
it so that it could not slip. The harness had one large elastic ring at its
front, and this captured both piggash's udders around their bases. It was not
tight enough to cause the soft mounds to harden, or become less pliable, but
served merely to ensure that they stayed squashed lightly together at their
bases. The slave's huge tits were then drawn together at their tips by their
thick rubbery teats, and a large metal ring was broken open and run through each
of the teats' main piercings, then re-locked. This of course, served to keep the
soft, floppy udders together at their apexes.
While piggash was being prepared the doctor was attending to pricklapper. His
legs were fixed to a spreader, and his arms encased in an armpit to finger tip
sheath of tightly laced leather. A ring at the fingertip end of the sheath was
then tied savagely to the centre of the spreader bar. This caused the slave's
torso to be bent backwards. His head was then encased in a rubber discipline
helmet completely covered his skull, but left his face bare. A cord threaded
trough a ring at the apex of this helmet was then also drawn down to the centre
of the spreader bar and tied off tightly enough to ensure that pricklapper's
face pointed straight up towards the ceiling. Finally a short metal bar, with a
flat metal pad at one end, was fixed to the spreader. The pad was positioned in
the centre of the slave's lower back, and the length of the bar was increased by
means of a screw type adjuster until pricklapper's crotch was thrust outwards as
far as physically possible. This, of course, caused his stiff cock to rear up
defencelessly, and also presented the fat orbs of his balls in an utterly
vulnerable and defenceless fashion.
The doctor obviously took considerably more time to prepare his charge than
Princess had, so she took the opportunity to enhance piggash's preparations in a
most wantonly perverse manner. I shivered with lewd delight while watching this
final act of delectable depravity. Princess ordered prettyprick to stand in
front of the kneeling piggash. She then commanded cuntslut to wank his stiff
prick to orgasm, spilling the cream into the fleshy crevasse between piggash's
large soft tits. Cuntslut went about her task with eager gusto. Soon her little
fist was flying up and down prettyprick's throbbing shaft, and the slave was
panting with anticipation of his impending pleasure. Prettyprick squealed in
ecstasy when the clever slut's fist finally brought him off, and his abundant
essence spurted from the tip of his spasming cock, and splashed lavishly down
onto the waiting tits.
While all this was taking place my Queen drew my crouching nudity closer to her,
and reached down and cupped my balls in one of her gloved hands. She
rhythmically squeezed the tender orbs while watching the action among the other
slaves, giving them an especially firm squeeze while prettyprick's prick was
spewing. I revelled in her attentions, and rested my face against one of her
leather clad thighs, kissing it adoringly. Her Majesty was obviously happy with
my subservient reaction, and soon she was using her other hand to lovingly pet
my bowed head, while continuing to toy with my aching balls.
Once prettyprick's climax was over cuntslut busied herself ensuring that the
fleshy crevasse between piggash's tits was liberally lubricated with the slimy
sex cream by driving her fist between the tits, over and over. While cuntslut
was busy doing this Princess, with the finger of one hand scooped small
quantities of prick juice from piggash's tits, then painted prettyprick's
lovely, smooth balls with his own musky mixture. She continued this until his
softened eggs shone with a liberal coating of the sticky man cream.
Finally all was in readiness. Princess led her slave over to the captured, and
severely bound pricklapper, and positioned the whore on her knees before him.
The slave woman's bizarrely presented tits were poised in front of pricklapper's
arching cock stalk. Princess then rejoined the other slaves, and prodded
whoreprick until her delicious prick was poised right next to prettyprick's
crotch. Princess then delicately took whoreprick's beautiful prick in her
fingers and began to slowly, and sensuously masturbate it, keeping its lovely
flaring head pointed at the other slave's already sticky balls.
I watched Princess in envy, my own achingly stiff cock pulsing in sympathy with
the erotic actions of the beautiful domatrix. "Begin!" The Queen commanded.
Piggash reacted as if shot by a gun. She swung her shoulders in a wide arc, and
her mountainous tits rose high, then flopped down over the rearing erection of
pricklapper. The slave's long thick cock speared between the flying tits until a
couple of inches of it protruded above the soft udders which had closed around
it. The slave then began to shake her shoulders with steady and relentless
vigour. Her actions caused her massive soft mounds to fly up and down,
masturbating the cock trapped between them with exquisite erotic licentiousness.
I watched piggash work with awed excitement. It was so deliciously licentious to
her tits so wantonly wank the other slave's throbbing shaft so lecherously.
Pricklapper was certainly going to remember his final orgasm for a long time,
and with sheer delight, I was sure. He could never have been so lewdly pleasured
in all his previous experience. The tits flopped up and down in a steady rhythm,
incessantly, driving him towards climax. Piggash seemed tireless. Her tits rose
and fell in long strokes, massaging the cock stalk with delicious depravity.
Soon pricklapper's chest was heaving with the extent of his sexual rapture. His
mouth gaped wide, revealing his toothless gums, while he almost sobbed out his
wanton bliss.
Pricklapper's thigh muscles began to knot, and his shiny black belly visibly
trembled as his pleasure began to peak. I watched, fascinated, my head still
resting against one of my Queen's leather clothed thighs, while his huge prick
pulsed mightily, and a stream of creamy white juice spurted from its tip, arcing
up towards the ceiling, before splashing down onto the soft masses of piggash's
flying tits. Spurt after spurt gushed from the pleasure soaked cock, and I
watched while each gush caused the slave to sob with extreme ecstasy. Piggash's
tits kept up their wild flopping movement all through the slave's shattering
release, his juices bathing her udders in the warm wet shower.
At the precise time that pricklapper climaxed Princess' clever fingers brought
the gorgeous whoreprick off, and her sublime elixir bathed prettyprick's smooth
balls with a fresh coating of prick juice to join that with which she had
previously painted the tender orbs. Pricklapper's stormy climax finally waned,
and piggash's tits were stilled. The dribbling cock of the sated slave still
stood stiff and proud, its fat head, and a couple of inches of the stem
protruding above the drenched tits of the slave woman. Both slave's chests
heaved as they fought to regain their breaths.
At a signal from the doctor piggash heaved her torso up, her tits relinquished
the prick they had just masturbated to orgasm, and the slave woman crawled off
back to the other slaves. As soon as she arrived whoreprick and cuntslut fell
upon her and began to lap the cock drool from her udders. The doctor, after
looking inquiringly at the Queen, and getting her approval, began to prepare to
castrate pricklapper. I don't now whether the still gasping slave fully realised
what was about to happen to him, or at least fully comprehended the import of
his fate. The doctor had quickly unpacked the tools of his bizarre trade and
again looked to the Queen to signify that he was ready to proceed.
Her Majesty stood up, leaving me tethered to the throne, and wandered down to
the waiting duo. She smiled sadistically down at the slave, and was gratified to
see that he gazed up at her adoringly. He was truly broken, and this pleased Her
Majesty immensely. To let the subjugated male know that she was pleased with his
submission she informed him that she was going to allow him to receive yet
another reward, to be enjoyed by him while his balls were actually being
removed. She beckoned to prettyprick, who crawled over to the group as bidden.
When he arrived Her Majesty motioned for him to stand, which he did. He was then
ordered to straddle the upturned face of the ebony slave, a position which had
his cock juice soaked balls hanging down above the ebony slave's gaping mouth.
"While the doctor de-nuts you, swine, I am going to permit you to worship this
slave's lovely balls, and to feast your scrawny belly on the slave ball scum
that they have been bathed in. You know that you don't deserve such a gift, hog,
but I'm not the heartless brute that you used to be, and so I grant you this
small boon, What do you have to say, pig, before I order the procedure to be
completed?" I shivered with sympathetic terror. My Queen was truly going to make
pricklapper suffer right up to the end, and I wondered how he would react to
this latest display of inhuman cruelty by our regal owner. I must admit,
however, I was not all that surprised by the nature of his response.
"Oh, adored Majesty, I am unworthy of the gifts you lavish on my unworthy being.
I beg you, my Queen, take my balls now! Make me wait no longer! I yearn to
surrender them to you! I long to begin my life as your slave!"
The Queen chuckled with glee at the chattel's servile eloquence, then returned
to her throne. She sat down again, reached down into my crotch and cupped my
swollen balls, "Proceed, if you will, doctor!" She commanded. Slave prettyprick
lowered his groin a few inches, and allowed his dripping balls to be enveloped
in pricklapper's hot wet mouth. The slave sucked at the hanging orbs with
consummate submission, no doubt thrilling to the delicious flavours of
whoreprick's mouth-watering cock cream. I felt a pang of jealousy at what he
must have been savouring, but even I would not have denied the slave this small
bequest, given what he was about to lose.
All sounds, save those of the slave's sucking mouth ceased. The doctor injected
pricklapper's crotch with two anaesthetic injections, then produced a scalpel.
He placed a small medial dish below the man's splayed open crotch and then, as
we watched in absolute awe, he sliced the balls of the slave off at their base.
The severed eggs fell into the bowl with a clear plop. The doctor quickly
sutured the resulting wound stopping the bleeding instantly. He then placed a
black surgical tape over the area completely disguising it. When he had
finished, and stood back, pricklapper's cock was already beginning to collapse,
but not quickly enough to hide the bizarre sight of his ball-less shaft base.
Pricklapper obviously realised that the operation was complete, and he
reluctantly allowed prettyprick's balls to escape the loving embrace of his
mouth. The young slave's balls were clean and shining, but now with
pricklapper's saliva, rather than the ball cream of whoreprick. As soon as his
balls had been relinquished prettyprick returned to the group. The doctor went
about freeing pricklapper from his bondage, then he too retired into the
background.
The castrated slave knelt submissively before us, his eyes glowing with an
almost ethereal fervour. He leant down and took the dish containing his severed
balls in his hands, and shuffled right up to the throne dais, and reverently
offered the balls to the Queen, crying as he did, "Oh, adored Queen, I beg that
you accept these, my balls, as a memento of my complete and utter surrender to
you!" The Queen leant down and took the dish from the fawning chattel with a
broad smile on her face. "Take this whore away!" She snapped with sheer disdain,
"I will not look at its facade again!"
The attendants quickly took charge of pricklapper, and he was led from the room,
and off to his life long abode, where a life of cock sucking awaited him. I
almost felt sorry for the man, but in a small way, even envied him. After all,
he was going to suck delicious cocks, and drink the succulent cream from
countless balls, for every waking moment of the rest of his life. Surely that
was a fate that a slave could die for. Her Majesty, peering down into my eyes,
guessed what I was thinking, and said with a mocking laugh, "Would you like to
join him, little cockslut? I'll bet you would, you incorrigible slut! But such a
fate is not for you. I like playing with these, and watching them vomit too
much!" She concluded, giving my aching balls a painful squeeze.
I could not keep anything from my Queen. It was terribly embarrassing that she
knew all of my secret fantasies, even as I was having them. I turned my face
into her leather cloaked lap, and snuggled it into her crotch, as if getting to
her royal pussy, might allay my shame. The Queen chuckled at my reaction,
reached down and lifted my head from her lap, swept her leather skirt aside,
then allowed my face to descend once again. My lips were soon pressed to the
warm, smooth fleshy ones between her svelte thighs, and my senses were dominated
by the marvellous fragrance of her stunning sex.
"Give me a long, sensuous, and complete suck, little slut!" she whispered
excitedly, "Watching the pricklapper surrender so completely to his fate has
made me as horny as hell!" As my long tongue delicately split those gorgeous
lips, and my mouth was flooded with the delicious flavours of aroused female
sexuality, my Queen called to Princess, "I'm sure you're as horny as can be as
well, Princess, darling! Why don't you take all of the rest of the sluts back to
their rooms, and play with them for the rest of the day." Princess, needless to
say, was quick to agree to this idea. It had been some time since she had used a
group of sluts to pander to her lusts. She stood and began to lead the four
slaves from the playroom when my Queen added, squeezing my aching balls
savagely:
"On your way, darling, drop in to the trainer's quarters, will you, and send a
punisher to me. Have him bring a ball whip with him. I was denied the pleasure
of seeing the pricklapper's nuts flayed to gushing agony for my entertainment,
so I'll substitute those of my little cockslut. He'll just love to suffer that
punishment to fulfil my desires, wont you my sweet whore?" I shuddered with joy,
and dread, and drove my tongue deeply into the cruel domatrix's pussy sleave,
and lashed its silky walls with its tip by way of showing that my balls existed
to suffer, if it were my Queen's desire to see them cruelly abused.
While the group exited Her Majesty stroked my head and whispered lovingly, "You
are so deliciously submissive, my darling slut. I love you so, you know that
don't you? You are so delightfully eager to please your Queen, and would submit
to any brutality if she desired it, wouldn't you? I adore you my little
masochist, and will satisfy your primal urges with utterly pitiless efficiency
forever. Doesn't that make you feel gorgeous? Doesn't that fill you with joy and
happiness, little slave, to know that your ravishing body will be forever
subjected to the most exquisite of agonies so that you may dwell in masochistic
paradise, while at the same time, knowing that you are giving your domatrix so
much sadistic gratification." Her pussy sleave squeezed my deeply buried tongue
with almost feral intensity while she whispered her praise and love patter,
filling my heart with happiness. The tip of my tongue sensuously lashed the
mouth to her baby cave in utter adoration.
"You do adore me when I make you suffer, don't you darling cockslut? You do lose
yourself in worshipping adulation when I subject you to shame and humiliation
for my amusement, don't you, sweet whore? Your existence is still utterly
dedicated to submission to my whim, isn't it, precious harlot? These want, above
all else, to suffer excruciating agony for me, don't they, cherished trollop?"
She appealed, giving my balls an extra cruel squeeze, causing the tender orbs to
ache ferociously. I sobbed into the drooling folds of her pleasure soaked pussy,
and slowly withdrew my tongue from the writhing depths, only to wrap it around
the erect spike of her throbbing girl prick, to squeeze that steel hard spike of
female sexual ecstasy with almost feral abandon.
I relentlessly drove the consummate sadist over the edge, and into sexual
paradise. Oh how I adored her exquisite cruelty! Oh how I longed to suffer for
her! Oh how all consuming was my love for her! I lived for my Queen! My body and
soul had been surrendered to her for all time, and I revelled in that immaculate
submission. My heart pounded with the intensity of my emotional response. My
exquisitely talented tongue wrenched the first shattering orgasm from her
flowing sex, and my heart was bursting with devotion while I drank my fill of
the rich juices that flowed from her gushing font.
Even before her climax had run its full course my tongue was back at work,
teasing and cajoling the next peak of pleasure from my gorgeously cruel
domatrix. For her part, the Queen gasped for breath, panting wildly after the
orgasm had demolished her self control for that short time when her ecstasy
overshadowed all else. I wallowed in my slavish pride, knowing that it was I who
was solely responsible for that delighted reaction. I had brought my Queen to
her pleasure! I was fulfilled! "That was simply superb, you clever, clever,
little harlot!" Her Majesty gasped, "I thought I was dying from sheer ecstasy!
You are soooo Gooood at sucking pussy, darling slut! Sooooo Goood!"
I basked in the appreciation shown by the ruler, and my busy tongue lashed her
stiff girl prick with renewed fervour, driving the shuddering girl over the
edge, and into the abyss of sexual peak once again. I lapped at the flowing
cream again, drinking it down with the joy of a fanatic. Just as my ever eager
mouth was bringing Her majesty to her third cataclysmic peak the door to the
room opened, and the cruel punisher entered. He stood on the mat before us, and
watched his sovereign slip into sexual ecstasy with no apparent reaction to the
tableau of debauchery of what greeted him. He was trained to punish, and his
concentration always remained focused on that duty alone.
Her Majesty slowly came down from her third sexual high, and noted the presence
of the punisher. She gasped for breath while using a hand to lift my head from
her splayed crotch. I experienced pangs of acute disappointment when my mouth
was denied contact with her drenched pussy. "Not to worry, sweet slut, it will
be waiting eagerly for you after you have suffered. It will be filled with a
fresh reservoir of juices for you to suck for, I have no doubt. Now, off you go,
and make it exciting for your Queen, little darling."
I crawled down from the dais, and over to one of the cupboards against the far
wall. When I had retrieved the item I sought I made my way back to the slave
mat, and the merciless punisher, my heart pounding with a mixture of sheer
masochistic lust, and terror at the thought of my coming ordeal. I knelt,
submissively, before the muscular, rubber clad torturer. My eyes took in the
huge, rubber clothed penis that arched stiffly from his groin, and my heart
fluttered with fright at the whip he held in his right hand, a three foot long
inflexible rod at the business end of which hung three, three inch long silver
linked chains, each capped with a tiny, spike covered metal ball the size of a
marble. I could only dream of the agony this vicious weapon would inflict on the
sensitive meat of my tender balls.
I leant down and quickly fixed the tiny strap I had retrieved around the base of
my ball bag. I drew the strap tight, causing my swollen orbs to swell even more,
but more importantly, to bulge out from the base of my rock hard shaft in
utterly vulnerable, and defenceless fashion. My tits rose and fell on my torso
while I drew in huge breaths in an endeavour to still my pounding heart, then I
made my fawning supplication to the merciless punisher, as much to pander to my
own burgeoning anticipation of masochistic jubilation, as to delight my Queen:
"Most revered punisher, I prostrate myself before your merciless magnificence,
and offer the fat orbs of my swollen, aching balls to your vicious whip with
immaculate submission. My adored Queen desires to see the hot scum whipped from
my slave balls, and I yearn to suffer this agony for her amusement. I beg you,
fabulous punisher, whip my tender nuts with all your strength. Show me no mercy
while you flay my balls with immaculate viciousness. Thrash my wanton pills with
pitiless brutality! Lash my delicate orbs with ferocious ferocity! Pound the
bloated nuts with ruthless barbarity! I implore you, splendid punisher, whip my
balls until they gush their juices so that my Queen may revel in my submission
to her glory!"
By the time I had finished my awful entreaty my chest was heaving with
uncontrollable emotion, my blood was boiling with eerie craving, my tendered
nuts ached and ached with the need to be immersed in exquisite agony. I couldn't
wait for my stupendous ordeal to begin. I clasped my hands behind my head, and
thrust my fork out to the impassive tormentor, and willed him to begin whipping
me.
The awful man raised the vicious whip high over his head, paused for effect,
then brought it flashing down towards its waiting, defenceless target. My squeal
of unadulterated agony rent the silence of the room when the spiked balls
smashed savagely into the tender meat of my excruciatingly sensitive balls, and
fabulous agony filled my being. My mouth gaped in shock when the whip smashed
into my pain soaked nuts again, well before the trauma of the first stroke had
begun to ebb, and as the fresh pain surged through my body I was momentarily
struck dumb. The cruel punisher warmed to his task, and soon the whip rose and
fell with relentless velocity. The spiked balls smashed into my balls with
unerring accuracy, and with a force and savagery that seemed to increase with
each stroke so mercilessly delivered.
Stars of agony exploded in my brain rendering me blind with anguish. My
fabulously suffering balls swelled and throbbed and ached with a ferocity that
belied description. Tears filled my eyes and tricked down my cheeks in a never
ending flow. My thighs knotted, my muscles ached, my tits heaved, and my throat
convulsed, all completely beyond my control. The cruel punisher seemed to be
tireless. He flayed my balls until they bled profusely, then took a deep breath
and thrashed the dripping nuts even harder and more viciously.
Somewhere in the very recesses of my brain a sensation of immaculate euphoria
began to spread, burgeoning outwards until it dominated my every sensation. My
steel hard prick began to pulse wildly, its fat swollen head flaring mightily. A
shrill squeal keened from deep in my chest and exploded from my gaping jaws as a
stream of pale cock cream seemed to leap from the tip of my erupting cock. The
stream of juice shot up from the cock head rising high above my kneeling nudity.
It seemed to pause at the apex of its flight, then splashed down onto the floor
before me. I existed in a state of ecstatic rapture, my fabulous agony magically
transformed into inconceivable ecstasy. After the initial explosion my prick
seemed to recoil before the second ejaculation erupted from its tip in perfect
timing with the smashing of the still savagely wielded whip into the flexing
meat of my dreadfully tormented balls. Six more powerful explosions rocked my
reeling nudity, and six more streams of steamy cock cream flooded from the
spasming head of my erupting prick.
I was not even aware that my climax had exhausted itself, and even that the
vicious whipping I was enduring had ceased. I seemed to be suspended in a state
of unearthly bliss. My whole body was alive with only one thing, my anguish and
suffering, and the masochistic ecstasy that controlled my existence. I was still
throbbing with ecstasy when the spell that had gripped me was broken by my
Queen. The stunning sadist had come down from her throne and stood before me.
She had removed her skirt, and she drew my tear streaked face into her crotch,
and lovingly fed me the succulent meat of her flooded sex:
"Feast, gorgeous slut! Feast on the essence of your Queen!" She cried excitedly,
while my mouth sucked wildly for the luscious pussy cream flowing so profusely,
and so unendingly from that marvellous sex. My Queen continued to heap praise on
me, and, to my undying happiness, expressing her deep and eternal love for me,
"Oh, darling cockslut, I love you more than life itself, and always will, you
sweet, sweet, adorable slut! I came and came while you suffered so exquisitely
for me. My pussy gushed and gushed precious slave, and it's all for you! Gorge
yourself on my pussy spending, gorgeous harlot of mine! Oh how deliciously your
poor little pills suffered for me! How splendidly your lascivious prick gushed
for me, you ravishing masochist. You know that I only have you so cruelly
tormented so that I can reward you with the delights of feasting on my
sexuality, don't you. You know that I have such divine agonies inflicted on you
to satisfy your slavish cravings, and my own sadistic demands, don't you my
darling, darling slut!"
I drank at the font of my owner until my belly seemed to swell with a surfeit of
rich creamy pussy juice. My long tongue swept the juices from the pussy with
infinite adoration, then plunged eagerly into the depths of the pussy sleave in
a vain quest for more. I even insinuated its wriggling tip between her
voluptuous bottom cheeks form time to time, to get at the overflow that had
trickled into that sacred crevasse. I wallowed in the slowly ebbing pain that
slowly diffused in my savagely whipped balls. The magic powers I retained from
the realm soon had all the cuts and gashes caused by the spiked balls healed,
and my cock was once again achingly stiff, an undeniable response to the
bountiful sex banquet my Queen was feeding me.
My Queen finally reached down and drew me to my feet. She kissed me with
passionate lust, her tongue licking away the remnants of her own sex from my
cheeks in licentious manner, then she made my heart sing with sublime happiness,
"Sweet, sweet, darling slut, tonight you will sleep in my bed, and we will fuck
and suck to our hearts content. I love you so, and am so pleased with you that I
want us to fuck like rabbits all night. I want your gorgeous prick up my pussy,
up my arse, and down my throat, dear whore" I pressed my massive tits against my
Queen's leather cloaked ones in a passionate hug. My heart soared with
happiness. Oh how I looked forward to a night of unbridled sexual lust with the
most beautiful woman in the universe. How was it possible for a slave to be so
generously treated by his owner. I was the luckiest slave there has ever been!
"Come, sweet, harlot," Her Majesty breathed, finally breaking our blazing kiss,
"I can't wait to get at you!" She grasped me by my achingly rigid cock, and led
me from the room towards her quarters. We entered the plush apartment and Her
Majesty's body slaves, the gifts from the King, immediately attended to her
disrobing, then left at the command of the Queen. We fell into her huge beg and,
almost before our bodies hit the satin coverings, my long, thick cock was buried
deeply in the velvety sleave of Her Majesty's splendid pussy. "Fuck me hard,
sweet whore!" She cried in wanton lust. My own passion certainly made that lewd
demand a pleasure to fulfil, and soon my pleasure filled prick was pumping
sensuously at her, and we lost ourselves in our pleasure.
Throughout the night we pleasured each other tirelessly. Her Majesty sucked me
to spitting climax over and over; I fucked her slowly and languidly in both
pussy and arse; fucked her wildly in both holes as well; I sucked hers, and my
own rich cream from both her holes after my spewing cock had flooded them with
it over and over. On and on it went. We lost count of the number of shattering
orgasms we drove each other to. We seemed totally insatiable. We just couldn't
get enough of each other, and were still enjoying one last languorous fuck as
dawn broke. Almost as soon as my ever thirsty mouth had sucked up the flowing
juices the Queen drew my head back up and tenderly kissed me:
"You know that we cant do this often, don't you my darling? Just on special
occasions when I'm particularly pleased with you. Now off you go, and no
boasting to your little friends. In fact, just to keep your opinion of yourself
in perspective, you are to suck each of them off as soon as you return, and you
are to have this," She instructed, her hand encompassing the stalk of my semi
limp prick, causing it, despite my physical exhaustion, to stiffen yet again,
"sucked off by your playmate, whoreprick. I will warn Princess of your duties
while you are on your way."
I rose from the bed and padded my way over to the door. As I opened it my Queen
called out with one last instruction, "Don't forget to crawl, sweet slut, just
in case you are seen by members of the staff. Mince your lovely bottom lewdly,
and swing your gorgeous tits lasciviously, so they will know that you are
nothing but a debauched sex slave, even if you are my favourite one." I blushed
prettily, and my heart beat wildly at such high praise from my adored Queen.
Once out in the corridor I slipped to hands and knees as instructed, and began
to crawl off towards the slave quarters. My mind was filled with emotion while I
crawled along, my arse slabs rolling and my massive tits swaying, in keeping
with my station in life and, of course, in deference to my ruler's instructions.
As it happened, at that early hour in the morning, I met no other person on my
quite long trip back. This didn't mean that I allowed the licentiousness with
which I moved to wane, even in the slightest. I loved to flaunt my sensuous
submission, even when alone and unseen.
I entered the apartment to be greeted by the sight of cuntslut, piggash,
prettyprick, and whoreprick, all completely nude, lined up on their knees, their
thighs spread wide, and their sexes already showing obvious signs of arousal.
Princess, dressed in a flowing robe, stood behind the line up of sexy
submissives, ready to supervise my servicing of them. She smiled down at me as I
minced my way over to the group, "Be quick, little harlot, for we are tired
after our all night orgy, and we all want to be well rested for the celebration
of cockswhore's submission tonight, don't we?"
I knelt before the voluptuous piggash first, and bent my head down low, pressing
my face into her hairless fork. My gaping mouth closed over her hot, moist cunt
split, and my senses were submerged, completely, in the aromas and flavours of
highly aroused female sexuality. I sucked the hot, stiff stalk of her woman cock
deeply into my mouth and tongue whipped it with abandoned licentiousness. My
busy tongue lashed the throbbing stem with erotic intensity until the woman's
body shuddered with pleasure, and her hips gyrated wildly. She squealed out her
joy while her cunt split exploded in orgasm, and she fed my thirsty mouth with
an outpouring of rich spicy cunt cream. I slurped down her issue with elation
and satisfaction, cleansing her moist folds of every tasty drop.
I moved on to darling cuntslut next, and subtly changed my method with her. I
drove my long tongue into her silky cunt pit to the maximum, and used it to lash
the pulpy walls of her sex tube with feral intensity. At the same time I used my
upper lip to buffet the stiff shaft of her throbbing girl prick. The lust filled
slut was no match for my erotic talents and, although I was sure that she was
vainly attempting to draw out her pleasure, soon her sweet cunt was surrendering
its succulent juices to my avid mouth in an eruption of sexual ecstasy.
The young prettyprick was my next target. I engulfed the entire length of his
strong, young prick in my hot, wet mouth, thrilling to the virile flavour of man
sex, or in this case, boy sex. The drooling head of the throbbing cock fitted
comfortably into my gulping throat, and I used it to massage that knob of
aroused sexuality with all my skill. My tongue washed up and down the length of
prettyprick's pulsating shaft, driving him relentlessly to his climax. I sighed
deep in my chest when his luscious cream gushed into my throat, and its sensuous
flavours overwhelmed my senses. I drank his outpouring down with eager gusto,
relishing its warm creamy ambience, but already, my mind was filled with the
prospect of worshipping my whoreprick's beautiful prick. I had, of course, saved
the best til last.
I crawled to that lovely creature, my lips, sticky with a mixture of male and
female sex, curved in a lascivious smile, and my eyes radiating the adoration
and deep love I felt for this delightful sex animal. I tenderly kissed the tip
of her beautiful, beautiful, beautiful prick with tender devotion, over and
over, before finally surrendering to my craving urge to engulf it completely
into the warm depths of my worshipping mouth. My heart beat with intense joy
when her gorgeous lust pole was fully cramming my ecstatic maw. I sucked
passionately on her juicy prick with wave after wave of pure erotic delight
flowing through my kneeling nudity. Unlike the others, I allowed myself to eke
out my darling whoreprick's pleasure so that she could wallow in her delight for
much longer, before my own intense yearning to savour the sheer joy of drinking
her luscious ball cream became to much for me to bear, and I sucked her with
absolute passion until she erupted in my mouth, and bathed it with those
scrumptious juices. I drank the wonderful prick dry, allowing not a single drop
to escape my eager hunger.
I don't know if the other slaves were jealous of the special attention I
lavished on my whoreprick. If they were, they didn't show it. I suppose they all
realised just how much I adored whoreprick, and especially her fabulously
beautiful prick. Princess banished us to our bed chamber, announcing that
whoreprick could suck me off there before we all slept. The other slaves were
permitted to assist whoreprick in her pleasuring of my cock. Soon we were all
lying on our huge stain covered bed. Whoreprick's hot mouth closed over my stiff
cock, and she took half of it into her gaping maw, and began to suck on it with
exquisite sensuousness. Cuntslut and prettyprick each closed a mouth over one of
my teats, while their hands languidly caresses the mounds of my tits. Piggash
contented herself with lapping erotically at my balls while she thrust a finger
deeply into my hot arse pit.
I lay back and wallowed in the lascivious teasing of my fellow slaves, but soon
all my concentration was on the sensations overwhelming my throbbing cock.
Whoreprick's clever, loving tongue was driving me relentlessly towards my
inevitable orgasm. The gorgeous harlot sucked me with such passion that it was
beyond my capacity to resist for long. I squealed softly when my prick finally
exploded, and a flood of my aromatic ball cream splashed into my whoreprick's
loving mouth. The devoted slut milked my balls completely dry, and swallowed
every drop I helplessly surrendered to her.
When whoreprick was absolutely certain that she had drained every last drop from
my softening prick she shimmied her lovely nudity up my exhausted body and
crushed her lips to mine. I tasted the unmistakable flavours of my own sexuality
on her wriggling tongue while she drove it into my mouth to duel sensually with
my own. The other three slaves settled into their own warm and loving embrace,
as had become their want when we slept, cuntslut and prettyprick each tenderly
nursing on one of piggash's rubbery teats as they all drifted off to sleep.
Whoreprick's pert tits squashed warmly into my own lush udders, and our mouths
remained crushed together until we too dropped off into deep sleep.
We were aroused from our slumbers early in the evening by an excited Princess.
She herded us into the bathroom and were soon busily washing each other and
shampooing our hair. All thoughts of the exhaustion of the previous night were
forgotten in the excitement, and anticipation of the evening to come. We had
not, as yet, ever visited the Queen's own club, the `Haven of Slaves', and were
all looking forward to doing so immensely. This, of course, was not entirely
true. I had obviously visited the club before being taken by the agents of the
realm, and whoreprick and prettyprick had both attended that establishment as
they had both lived in the Kingdom all of their lives. But none of us had been
there since we became slaves to the newly crowned Queen.
All the other slaves were dressed in erotically submissive adornments of the
most exquisite style. Tits were bare, but sensually decorated to accentuate
their beauty and wantonness. Cunt splits had their lips painted, and sexy
jewellery hung from the golden rings that pierced them. Pricks were rendered
permanently rigid, then decorated to enhance their erotic lewdness. Lewd jewelry
hung from nose rings, ear lobes, teats, and adorned necks and wrists. Faces were
made up with harlot like lasciviousness, to compliment spike heeled footwear,
and smoky stockings. They all looked so sexy that I was envious when my own
costume was brought out.
I was to be completely covered in thin black rubber, with only my cock and
balls, and the spit of my arse to be left naked. Even my massive tits were to be
contained in that sensuous material, even my face. My body was liberally
powdered before attendants that Princess had summoned to assist her, worked the
rubber suit onto my body. I stood while they worked the suit onto my legs and
arms, and encased my torso and tits in it. A full helmet enveloped my head with
slits for my eyes, and small breathing holes at my nostrils, and at the centre
of my mouth. My hair was drawn through a small hole in the apex of the helmet,
then brushed out into a lustrous pony tail.
My feet were shod in patent leather pumps with ridiculously high heels, and it
took me a few minutes to get used to walking, and even merely standing, in them.
I was required to practice this as the ceremony required that I stand for some
of it, rather than being on my knees. I managed to sneak a glance at my
bizarrely clad body just before Princess lined us up ready to go down to the
garage. I flushed hotly under the tight rubber when I saw what I looked like.
The body suit fitted me like a second skin. No feature of my body was disguised
by the thin covering. It hugged my huge tits perfectly, even my stiff teats were
shown in perfect relief, as though I were black, and my body was still nude,
rather than almost entirely clad. The contrast, of course, was my naked prick
and balls which stood out starkly against the ebony rubber which hugged them
right at the base of the sex cluster. Additionally, there was a strip of white
from the base to the top of my arse crack, about an inch wide.
My soft cock twitched as the erotic, bizarre nature of my adornment sunk in to
my mind. I willed the shaft to remain limp, however, as I knew that it would be
required to stand proud for an extended period during this night. Princess,
happy that all our preparations were perfect, led us from the apartment, and
down into the basement garage. We were all allowed to walk as she had no desire
to risk accidentally marring our appearances un-necessarily by having us crawl.
The stretch limousine was already waiting for us when we arrived, and we were
allowed to travel with Princess, in the plush cabin of the luxury vehicle. Her
Majesty had already left before us.
The big car glided along the road while we all knelt before the seated Princess.
The trip was made in total silence. The only thing happening in the cabin was
the heightening of out sexual excitement, the closer we got to the city. By the
time we arrived, and the car was driven around to the rear of the club, all we
slaves were showing the signs of obvious sexual arousal. The pricks of all the
males were stiff and hard, and the cunt splits of the females lined with
glistening moisture, their girl pricks beginning to show prominently in their
sex gashes. Teats, of course, had long since stiffened to throbbing rigidity.
We were shepherded into the club by the attentive Princess, and were soon
gathered in the dimly lit rear of the club's stage. I was able to peer out into
the club and see that a crowd had already gathered. There was something weird
about the crowd, however, there were numerous members of either sex, all dressed
sumptuously, and erotically. I recognised a few of the people present, the negro
owners of the cafe we frequented, a couple of managers and owners of other
establishments, and a few other luminaries I had been exposed to since we
returned to the kingdom. His Majesty, of course, was there, accompanied by the
normal group of leather clad personal protection men.
Then it hit me, there was not a single slave in evidence. The attendants behind
the long bar, and waiting on the guests were all dressed, albeit, erotically. I
would have expected, for a celebration that was planned to last deep into the
night, that there would have been numerous slaves about, to attend to the sexual
needs of the dominants, not to mention, to cater to their sadistic tendencies. I
watched as the crowd milled around, talking excitedly together, no doubt
discussing what they thought was to come. There was an air of suppressed
excitement, and an undertone of wanton expectation among the gathering.
Suddenly the stage was brilliantly lit with a strong spot light. In the centre
of that cone of light, and in severe sense depriving bondage, was the near nude
body of the new slave, cockswhore. Her arms were encased in the mandatory full
length arm binder, and a spreader bar kept her voluptuous thighs well spread.
Her waist was enclosed in a tightly laced half corset which savagely constricted
her, and caused her soft belly to bulge wantonly, accentuating her enormous
naked tits. Plugs taped to her ears obviously denied the slave the ability to
hear, leather pads strapped over her eyes denied her sight, and a cock gag kept
her mouth widely stretched, and, of course, ensured her silence.
There was something different about the slut on the stage, it only took me a
couple of seconds to realise what it was, and then my heart rate picked up in
pleasure and excitement. The extravagant teats that capped each of her enormous
udders were stiff. Not just merely stiff, but fabulously rigid because the rings
that now pierced them each had a large piece of heavy jewellery, beautifully
crafted silver replicas of erect cocks complete with shiny metal balls, the
prick shafts at least five inches in length, hanging from them but, despite the
obvious weight of the lascivious icons, the teats themselves were not bent down
in the slightest. However, if this were not ample evidence of the slut's sexual
arousal then what greeted my gaze when I dropped it to her splayed open fork
certainly was.
Her fork had, of course, been entirely depilated. Not a single hair remained to
mar the soft white flesh. Three rings had been inserted in each of her fat outer
cunt flaps. Thin silver chains had been looped through each of these rings, and
then attached to eyelets embedded in the leather of her half corset. Each chain
had been shortened so that those thick outer lips were torn widely apart, and
the intimate meat of her cuntal chasm was entirely exposed in every obscene
detail. The sheath that had once protected her prominent woman cock had been
entirely removed, and the shaft of her feminine sexuality was as stiff as steel,
and protruded lewdly from the apex of her wantonly gaping gash. The mouth of her
cunt pit gaped obscenely, and cunt cream seeped from the entire length of her
lecherously splayed twat, clearly betraying the heights of her carnal
stimulation.
It was obvious that the whore bitch, cockswhore, was filled with sexual lust
and, given the circumstances in which she found herself, this lust was a direct
result of her submission. Even though the woman could hardly have known what her
actual situation was at this time, given her total sensory deprivation, I could
see that her belly trembled deliciously, and that she appeared to actually be
trying, vainly, to thrust her obscenely presented cunt split out in submissive
offering to an imagined audience. There could be no doubt that the former
domatrix had surrendered, utterly, to her new status as a slave, and was
revelling in her humiliation.
The concentration of my mind on the bound slave woman was broken by the arrival
of the Queen on the stage. My heart fluttered with adoration at the gorgeous
girl's sheer erotic beauty. As seemed to be usual now she favoured a purple
leather micro mini and a patent leather halter of the same opulent hue, which
struggled gallantly to contain the luscious mounds of her exquisite breasts. The
hem of the skirt barely covered her sex, and the bottoms of her glorious bottom
cheeks. She wore thigh length boots with spike heels, and patent leather gloves
that reached almost up to her armpits. Her beautiful face was carefully made up
and her hair beautifully coifed and supporting a bejewelled tiara. In short, she
presented a picture of such erotic radiance that it made my heart literally ache
with love and adoration.
The regal ruler moved to the centre of the stage, barely glancing at the bound
slave, and prepared to address her audience:
"My dear friends," She said. "Thank you for accepting my invitation to witness
the submission of the slut at my feet. You will, no doubt, have read the
brochure I distributed with your invitations concerning the background to this
celebration, and will thus know that I have a personal stake in the subjugation
of the whore, as, of course, has my personal slut, cockslut. I expect that you
will be treated to a performance of consummate depravity, and abject surrender
made even more thrilling by the known background of the low bitch." The Queen
then moved off to one side of the stage before continuing with her
announcements:
"I know some of you may have been puzzled by my prohibition of slaves for the
actual period of this celebration but, be assured, friends, I have not ignored
your needs or pleasures in this respect. Once the ritual has been completed, of
course, your slaves will be admitted." She then signalled to Princess, still
standing in the wings with us. Princess tapped piggash on the shoulder, and the
voluptuous slave smiled excitedly, then danced out onto the stage. The wanton
slut pranced around the stage shaking her huge soft tits lasciviously, and
grinding her hips lustily at the eagerly watching audience. She continued to
lewdly flaunt her sluttish charms for the amusement of the watchers for a full
minute before subtly moving to the front of the stage, and dropping to her
knees. She knelt, spread legged, and with her hands submissively clasped behind
her head and continued to display her wanton nudity for them, albeit with
slightly less vigour.
Little cuntslut was the next to waltz out into the bright light. The lewd little
slut danced around the stage rolling her shoulders wildly and shimmying her
lovely big tits erotically at the same time as she rutted her hips with
exquisite depravity for the entertainment of the audience. She continued to
cavort with sublime obscenity for a few minutes before she too joined her
sluttish colleague at the front of the stage. Prettyprick was next to frolic
around the stage in a display of wanton depravity, his lovely stiff cock swaying
and rutting lecherously all the while, until he knelt next two the females at
the edge of the stage.
My adorable whoreprick was the last to go, obviously excited by the prospect of
displaying her bizarre sexuality in public again, being the immaculate
exhibitionist that I knew she was from prior experience, She danced out into the
light and performed a slow, sensuous, and immensely erotic frolic where she
caressed the pert mounds of her gorgeous tits while her hips revolved wantonly,
and the beautiful stalk of her erect prick swayed slowly and lasciviously for
the enjoyment of the eager viewers.
After her time as the centre of attention, which I'm sure she enjoyed immensely
she joined the other sluts kneeling at the front of the stage, and all continued
to flaunt their gorgeous bodies with flawless depravity. When all four slaves
were lined up Her Majesty once again stepped to the centre of the rostrum.
"These lewd and lascivious sluts are available for your amusement, folks. They
will refuse nothing, and will serve you in any capacity that you may desire,
whether it be merely to slake your lusts, or to assuage your dominant instincts
with little bouts of punishment. They are all owned by me and so, you may rest
assured, they are immaculately trained sex animals with an in-built desire to
please that overrides all else in their minds."
The Queen motioned to the four slaves that they were permitted to leave the
stage, and to join the audience, even if only to do their duty as pleasure
slaves. The four eagerly clambered down from the stage and were all immediately
fallen upon by members of the audience. Soon each had a mouthful of dominant
penis, or pussy, and were busy worshipping the dominant sex meat while their own
sexuality was being mauled, or, as in the case of cuntslut, already being used.
I watched as an enormous black penis ploughed deeply into her tight cuntal
sleave. Oh how the slaves were going to enjoy this night, I thought, they would
revel in being used as sex toys, and they would wallow in submissive heaven when
being punished.
Soon after the slaves had joined the crowd the Queen left the stage, which once
again was plunged into complete darkness, except for the brilliant beam of light
that lit up the captive cockswhore. Princess then supervised my bondage, which
was undertaken by two of the King's henchmen. My rubber clad body was strapped
to a moveable rack so that I couldn't move a muscle, and my naked cock and balls
were presented in utter vulnerability at its front. A small transparent
presenter apparatus was strapped to the base of my shaft which, when in place,
caused that column of rigid male sexuality to arch straight up from my fork.
This was, of course, designed to allow full access to the entire length of my
prick without my legs, belly, or crotch area getting in the way.
When they were finished with me the rack I was bound to was wheeled out onto the
stage, and positioned in its centre, then anchored in place. At this time the
beam illuminating cockswhore was extinguished, and a new one switched on which
lit up my lewdly presented cock and balls. Cuntslut was to tell me later that
the effect was to present my cock and balls as if they were suspended in a sea
of nothingness, the black rubber casing making the rest of my body virtually
invisible from the main area of the club. It was an eerie sight, she informed
me. She also informed me that it cost my darling whoreprick a savage tit
whipping when she was seen to be casting furtive, and adoring glances at my
graphically presented prick and nuts when she should have been concentrating
solely of the set of testicles her mouth was worshipping while cuntslut,
herself, was sucking the Master's penis. Sweet whoreprick, of course, assured me
that having her tender tits whipped was a small price to pay for what she had
been caught doing, and that she would gladly bear such punishment any time if it
meant that she could stare at my cock and balls, she loved then so much.
But, back to the main event. As soon as my sex was lit up the attendants busied
themselves freeing cockswhore from her bondage. I was able to see this taking
place in the dim light, only because I was so close to the action. Those
watching from the gallery would have had no idea what was going on. Even if they
did look at the stage all that would greet their curiosity would have been my
graphically highlighted sex. I was able to see that cockswhore remained entirely
compliant, even after being freed. She merely knelt in almost the same posture
that her bondage had held her in while she waited. The only slight difference
was that she thrust her crotch out even more lewdly, even though she must have
known that no one could see her. I shivered with pleasure at her obviously
submissive and deliciously wanton reaction. It was becoming more and more
evident that she had been broken completely, and now not only accepted her fate,
but embraced it with true submissive delight. I couldn't wait for the
celebration to begin.
The attendants left the stage, and the Queen reappeared at the front of the dais
where her presence was lit up by another well positioned spotlight. She called
for silence, then announced:
"The celebration of the whore's surrender is about to begin people. The rite
will be enacted in four separate and distinct phases. The first of these will be
the bitch's declaration of her surrender to her new owner, the cock that you
have been watching for the past few minutes, for, you see, this perverted harlot
is to be owned by a cock, not a person, dominant or submissive. She is not
worthy of having a dominant, or even another slave as her owner. She is beneath
such a privilege, and I can assure you, the slut knows this only too well, and
accepts it willingly. If the cock on display accepts the whore's submission to
it, it will signify its acceptance by allowing its balls to release a tiny
geyser of their cream. The bitch will then seal her submission by ritually
kissing each of the balls, and the tip of the prick."
This first announcement caused a buzz of excitement to erupt amongst the crowd.
I saw that a group of four men were using the voluptuous piggash. They had the
slave woman laid out on top of one of them, who had laid down on a low table, on
her back, with his mighty erection buried to the hilt up her tight, hot
arsehole. A second man had his stiff penis plunged into the depths of her
flooded cunt pit. The third straddled her belly, and having connected her teat
rings, was casually thrusting his enormous erection in and out between her
opulent tits. The final man had his rigid cock thrust deeply into her gulping
throat. All four were taking their pleasure at a slow languid rate, and the
slave was doing her level best to provide them with as much pleasure as she
could.
Cuntslut's cute nudity was wedged between two men, one was deeply fucking her
young cunt crater, while she eagerly and passionately sucked the penis of the
other. Prettyprick was similarly engaged, but with two domatrixes. His head was
buried in the crotch of one, and he was lapping ardently at her girl prick while
her partner fucked his tight arse pit with a dildo of truly monumental
proportions, while she none to gently masturbated his stiff cock. My darling
whoreprick knelt between the widely splayed thighs of a huge black man and
sucked at his fabulous stiff penis with avid lust while he casually, but never
the less, quite brutally lashed her writhing bottom cheeks with a heavy leather
strap. The Queen continued with her announcements:
"The second phase will involve the whore, always assuming the cock has accepted
her as its servile chattel, in submitting her slack cunt chasm to her new owner.
Once again the cock will allow her this privilege only if it spurts its little
geyser of recognition. When, and if it does, the lucky animal will use her
wanton cunt hole to pleasure the prick to completion. This submission will then
be repeated, except that on this occasion the harlot will pledge her tight arse
pit to her owner, and, if accepted, will use it to pleasure her owner to
completion once again."
The watchers' excitement grew with each new, and more depraved disclosure by the
Queen. I must admit that my obscenely displayed cock throbbed in anticipation of
the pleasure to come, and it was taking all of my concentration to prevent it
from prematurely discharging little surges of ball cream. Her Majesty came to
the end of her revelations with the climax of the depraved celebration:
"The fourth, and final act of submission will involve the slut in dedicating her
mouth to her new owner. When this surrender has been accepted she will use her
mouth to clean the prick of the refuse of both her cunt and arse pits, then to
suck it to completion to fully debase herself before its magnificence. After the
bitch has drank from the balls, she will be installed in the slaves' bathroom to
begin what will be her sole duty for the rest of her life, that of attending to
slaves when their owners permit such activities. Such duties might include:
.Sucking clean ravaged slave cunt and arse pits.
.Sucking clean slave pricks after they have been used in any form of
fucking.
.Drinking slave golden champagne, should a dominator wish to reward a
slave by allowing this.
.Sucking slave cock or cunt off to completion should a slave be rewarded
in such a fashion.
.Surrendering her arse pit to slave cock, dildo, or fist if dominants
allow their slaves such relief, or privilege.
.Offering any part of her slave carcass for cruel punishment should a
dominator reward a slave by allowing it to experience the joy of inflicting
punishment on another slave.
Over at the bar there are numerous plaques that I have had made up to signify
these activities, plus many more that I haven't mentioned. There are also blank
ones on which a dominant may specify a service that might not be covered, and
you are encouraged to use your imaginations to the fullest in dreaming up acts
of exquisite depravity and perversion for the whore to perform for, or on your
slaves. Her cunt pit, however, will always remain locked up. Access to it is
reserved for her Master exclusively. Slaves will take the chosen plaque with
them and present it to the bitch to inform her of her duty. Your slaves are to
report any adverse reaction by the whore, no matter how insignificant, to
management. In addition to the countless punishments the slave will earn
throughout her service, she will, once per month, be subjected to public
punishment. Such punishments are to be inflicted by guests of the club, and you
may register to be part of these events with management."
Her Majesty paused for a few seconds, as if jogging her memory to see if she had
forgotten anything. While she was silent I noted that cockswhore's arse slabs
were now rolling lasciviously, and that her chest and massive tits were visibly
rising and falling, betraying clear evidence that her servile lusts were growing
with each announcement of her cruel and lecherous fate. "I think I've covered
everything, my friends. So let's get this show under way!"
The Queen climbed down from the stage, and took up her position on a specially
set up throne. The crowd fell silent, even pausing in their depraved use of the
Queen's slaves, in anticipation of the coming entertainment. The lights in the
main viewing area dipped until it became difficult for me to see anything at all
other than in my immediate surroundings. Then a brilliant spotlight lit up the
kneeling cockswhore. She reacted immediately by clasping her hands behind her
head, and rutting her hips wildly, flaunting her obscenely exhibited cunt split,
and shaking her tits sensuously for the amusement of her audience.
After performing licentiously for a few seconds the panting slut seemed to take
a deep breath and then began to speak:
"Divine, adored, utterly venerated Majesty, and utterly revered Masters and
Mistresses, I am the immaculately depraved, and consummately debauched harlot
bitch, cockswhore. I know, sacred Majesty, that this lewd cavorting heap of
servile nudity that I am privileged to flaunt so perversely for your glory is
unworthy of being submitted to, and owned by a glorious dominant, or even the
basest of slaves! I am filled with servile joy and happiness that you, most
benevolent of rulers, worshipped Majesty, have permitted me to offer my
disgraced carcass to a mighty, and omnipotent slave cock. To be permitted to be
owned by a slave cock is beyond my most fervent hopes and dreams!" The slave
squealed with panting servile excitement, and utterly debased submissiveness.
She then turned her cavorting nudity slightly so that she faced my enormous,
visibly throbbing, achingly stiff prick:
"Oh mighty, and eternally worshipped slave cock, I beg you from the bottom of my
heart and from the depths of my soul, accept me, this utterly lewd and wantonly
depraved carcass that I am, as your slave, your chattel, your obscene slut, and
your eternally adoring possession! Oh please! Please! Please! revered slave
cock, grant me a sign that you accept me as your lust crazed servile serf!" The
wallowing slave cried, her voice betraying a sense of longing that was
remarkable. For my part, it had been all that I could do to stop my prick,
standing do stiff and proud, from spurting inadvertently anyhow, and it was with
some relief, albeit tenuous, as I had to control it, that I allowed a small gush
of cream to squirt from its flared tip. The tiny stream of juice rose up to a
height of about four inches above the tip, then splashed down onto the cock
head, and began to slowly drip down the throbbing stem. The slave was beside
herself with elation joy at this signal that her surrender had been accepted,
and she squealed out her joy:
"Oh worshipped, adored, and utterly idolised Master slave cock, owner of my
perverse heart, lord of me degenerate soul, and possessor of my obscene carcass,
you have filled me with joy and happiness by accepting my debased being as you
personal property. I display my submission to your glorious being with utter
devotion and supreme jubilation!" The slave cried, then craned her face forward,
and pressed her lips devoutly to each of my swollen balls in turn. Then she
began to slowly kiss her way up the length of my pulsating shaft. While her
devoted lips moved, inch by inch up the pole of lust she began to lewdly
undulate her arse slabs, and shimmy her tits. The closer to the tip of my prick
she got the wilder and more lecherously she strutted her depravity until, when
she finally had her warm full lips pressed firmly onto the tip of my aching
cock, her obscene gyrations were so untamed that the silver pricks hanging from
her swinging teats were audibly clashing together.
With an obvious heart rending wrench the slave woman managed to tear her lips
from the tip of my prick. The full lips shone with a coating of my ball cream,
but the slave withstood the yearning to clean them with her tongue, and thus
savour, fully the erotic savour of my virile sex elixir. She had other
submissions to make before being permitted to feast her yearning degenerate
belly on such succulent sustenance. She turned her kneeling, shuddering nudity
again until she faced the audience. Her thighs were flung wide, and she reached
down into her fork, thrust her fingers into her pouting cunt pit mouth, and tore
the orifice open even further, until it gaped with consummate obscenity:
"This obscene cunt pit once denied access to the cocks of slaves. Now it is
owned by a Master that is a slave cock. This raunchy cunt crater that once
believed itself above pleasuring submissive prick now exists solely to do so,
and yearns hauntingly to pleasure its Master, slave cock. Every nerve ending,
every sinew, every muscle in this obscenely drooling cunt cavity is dedicated
exclusively to visiting pleasure on its supreme Master, slave cock!" The acutely
aroused slave woman then turned back to my cock, and begged with a pleading
voice, "Oh, divine Master slave cock, I beg you with all my heart, and my
depraved, obscene twat implores you with all its being, permit the devoted cunt
pit to please your magnificent length. I vow that my harlot cunt pit will toil
ceaselessly, and untiringly, to visit the most exquisite of pleasure on your
magnificence. Please, sacred Master slave cock. Please permit my fawning cuntal
sleave to worship you, to please you! I beg you!"
Watching the whore perform so immaculately obscenely made my acceptance of her
depraved pleas a joy, and soon a spurt of cream flew from the tip of my aching
prick with such force that instead of coming down on the head of my cock it
splashed down onto one of cockswhore's huge tits. This drew a leer of obscene
satisfaction to the whore's face to accompany the haunted yearning shining in
her eyes. The craving bitch rose to her feet and turned to face the audience
while she straddled my standing cock. She lowered her splayed open fork until
the hot, wet flesh of her cuntal orifice closed over the head of my cock. The
slut then withdrew her hands and returned then to the back of her head. She
shimmied her whole body lewdly while she allowed her hips to drop, and my aching
pole of lust oozed into the incredibly hot, and elastically tight tube of her
cunt. The whore dropped until her hungry cunt tunnel had enveloped my entire
length, and was squeezing it with an insane rhythm that threatened to have it
spitting out its ecstasy in record time.
I gathered my wits about me, knowing instinctively that my Queen would be
expecting me to make the harlot work, before surrendering to my own pleasure. I
willed my cock to slow its pulsations while the whore's cunt plunged up and down
on it with exquisite slowness, its velvety muscles squeezing the pole with
utterly ecstatic skill. I'll say one thing, cockswhore's cunt is certainly
supremely talented when it comes to fucking a cock. I don't know whether it was
always so, or was now only as a result of the Queen's trainers, but, despite my
own fabulously honed ability to control my reactions to sexual stimulation, by
the time a half an hour of this astonishing sexual torture had been visited on
my throbbing shaft I could no longer contain myself, and my prick exploded in
the depths of cockswhore's writhing hole, flooding it with a veritable ocean of
boiling man juice. She never ceased her pleasing pistoning until her vice like
hole had milked every drop from my aching balls. Then she drew herself up fully,
and her ecstatic cunt pit finally surrendered its grip on my sated cock.
The ecstatic harlot collapsed back down onto her knees, flaunting her cunt
split, now dribbling as much of my thick hot cock cream as it did the slut's
spicy twat juice, at the watchers with continued, indeed increased depraved
lasciviousness. At the same time she squealed out her gratitude to her owner, my
stiff, throbbing prick, for allowing her lewd cunt pit to pleasure it. Once she
had come down from her depraved peak, and had better control of her faculties,
cockswhore turned away from the main room, and waved her voluptuous bare arse
mounds lewdly at the audience.
She reached her hands back behind her, and tore the shapely mounds apart
savagely, baring the tight, hot ring of her already palpitating arsehole. The
whore, her lust again un-containable, squealed out her servile yearning in
perverted jubilation:
"This obscene arse crater, like the lecherous cunt pit before it, has never been
honoured by being permitted to pleasure slave cock. It considered itself above
such joy. Now, having been taught its vile, odious denial was incomprehensible
to my submissive brain, the harlot crevasse craves the invasion of hot, hard,
manly slave prick with every fibre of its being. The sluttish hole exists in a
state of constant longing to be stretched, and filled with gorgeous slave prick,
so that it might dedicate its existence to bringing the most exquisite of
pleasures to each and every cruel invader!" The lewd slut then turned herself
back towards my standing cock, still shining lewdly with the issue if her cunt
split, with its balls, already aching savagely again with regenerated need,
despite their recent shedding, and then continued with her utterly obscene
dissitation:
"Oh divine, and absolutely adulated Master slave cock, possessor of my slave
being, I implore you to grant me the unrivalled blessing of permitting my
absolutely depraved and craving arse pit to visit pleasure of the most delicious
kind imaginable on you. My eternally worshipped Master slave cock, my arse ring
yearns to be violently stretched open by your magnificence. Please! Please!"
Adored Master slave cock, make this slut's degenerate heart pound with
happiness, by allowing her to rape her obscene arse pit on your magnificence. I
promise, adored Master, that my arse tunnel will exist purely for your pleasure
for ever!"
It took no real effort on my part to signify that I would allow the whore to
fuck her own brains out on my prick, and the mandatory geyser of prick cream
spurted from the tip of my throbbing pole of lust. An adoring smile of servile
lust, on the face of the slave, accompanied this tiny eruption, and she was on
her feet almost before the cream splashed down onto the cock tip, lubricating it
even more for its imminent journey into the depths of hot, tight, and utterly
servile arse pit.
The lust crazed slave beamed with licentious elation at the sight of the signal
to proceed. She almost leapt to her feet and faced the rapt audience, such was
her eagerness to surrender to her depraved needs. She spread her full thighs
wide, and straddled my rearing prick stalk. Her hips dropped until the slimy
head of my cock was brought into full contact with the hard muscled ring of her
arsehole, her hands having lewdly tore the slabs of her arse apart as soon as
she had positioned her body for the drop. The excited whore began to thrust her
crotch down hard, attempting to accommodate the cock she craved. It was not that
easy, of course, it was almost certain that cockswhore had never before
attempted to introduce anything anywhere near as large as my huge cock into her
tight arse tunnel.
Soon her little cries of anguish were clearly audible as her efforts to take my
cock intensified. I could feel the tight ring of her arsehole mouth stretch
open, and close excruciatingly tightly around the head of my cock. The harlot
wriggled her arse about in an attempt to facilitate the longed for invasion. Her
pants and grunts became ever more pained as she bore down with all her strength.
Her arse pout was so tight that it was actually causing pain to my cock head,
and was almost causing my rock hard cock shaft to actually bend. I was beginning
to believe that the whore's arse ring was going to be just too small to
accommodate my prick when it surrendered, and the fat swollen head of my aching
cock plunged inside the hot arse tunnel of the ecstatic cockswhore.
The sweating slave thrust her hips down with even more force, and the length of
my pulsating shaft disappeared up her arse chute exquisitely slowly, inch after
inch until she had, incredibly, taken it all. I stared at the stretched open
mouth of her arsehole and marvelled that it had not physically torn under the
brutal assault. My cock felt incredible, caught in the grip of an incredibly
tight, and unbelievable hot vice of rippling flesh. Cockswhore, her chest
heaving and her mouth gasping for breath, began to almost imperceptibly roll her
arse cheeks as soon as her mind would allow her to accept what she had just
inflicted on her own body.
The wriggling of her hips became steadily more vigorous as her arse pit came to
terms with the savagery of its violation. The scrunched up look on her face also
softened as both the pain, and the sheer tightness of her impalement eased,
until it was replaced with a leering grin of sheer depravity. Once she had
reached this level of acceptance of her defilement the whore slowly raised her
hips, and this time inch after inch of my pounding prick emerged from the tight
tunnel until only the thick swollen head remained in its hot embrace. Once this
had been achieved cockswhore let her hips drop once again, and the throbbing
shaft vanished into the writhing arse pit.
More and more cockswhore's pain transformed itself into pleasure the quicker she
fucked her hot arse pit on my mighty prick stalk. Tiny shrieks of ecstasy began
to erupt from her lewdly leering lips, while her hips were soon literally flying
up and down, and my throbbing cock flashed out of her churning chasm, only to be
enveloped in its hot depths yet again an instant later. The whore not only
raised her arse up and allowed it to plunged down, but also revolved her
voluptuous cheeks around in depraved abandon. It soon became obvious that the
hot bitch was climaxing through the ferocity of her self arse raping. Hot sex
cream flowed from her still obscenely splayed cunt split in rivers of depraved
debauchery. Her arse ring squeezed my pistoning pole of lust with such feral
force that I was no longer capable of controlling it, and huge gushes of ball
juice poured from it tip to bath the walls of the ever churning ares tube. I
spurted over and over until the sloppy sounds of my cock still pistoning in and
out of the sloppy hole were clearly, and degradingly audible to all who
witnessed the depraved performance.
Only when she knew for certain that my prick had ceased to spew did cockswhore
tear her ravaged arse ring from my it, and then prostrated her sweating nudity
before my still stiff, aching stalk. The pole of lust was now coated with fresh
ball juice, but this time juice with a distinct brownish tinge. I watched as
cockswhore's nostrils twitched at the raunchy aroma that my prick now exuded.
The submissive whore, rather than shying away from the raunchy smell, breathed
it deeply into her lungs, and savoured the reeking aroma with servile joy. She
actually moved her nose closer to the dripping prick so that its stench was more
accessible to her senses, and continued to sniff deeply for a couple of minutes.
She then turned slightly so that she faced the audience once again. She had her
final submission to complete, and this one was going to be the most demeaning of
the three for the whore, for it involved her worshipping my reeking cock with
her sluttish lips and tongue, and then sucking the prick to the spitting climax
that would permit her to be able to drink from my balls. She took a deep breath
and began her obscene supplication:
"This lewd tongue, these depraved lips, and this craving throat have never
worshipped sublime slave cock before. In my old existence I considered my
haughty mouth above pleasuring slave cock. Now I know better! I know that my
lips and tongue should have been dedicated solely to the marvellous task of
visiting the most exquisite of pleasure on glorious slave cock from the very
first second of my life. I now realise that my throat exists to feel the
incomparable sensations of hot, thick slave cock head stretching it open and,
above all other joys, the unparalleled bliss of gulping down the succulent cream
that slave balls might honour me by spewing into it! I yearn to suck slave cock!
I long to feast on succulent slave ball cream! My mouth surrenders to a an
existence where the sucking, worshipping, and draining of slave prick is its
sole reason for being!"
The panting slave then turned again so that her kneeling nudity, shuddering with
acutely submissive sexual arousal, again faced my aching cock stalk. The lewd
harlot then continued her self debasing, and obscene dissitation:
"Oh fabulously adored Master slave cock, I long to surrender my lips, tongue,
and craving gullet to your grandeur! My lips and tongue yearn to be permitted to
worship your glorious splendour! My craving gullet longs to be filled with the
sacred issue of you incomparable nuts! My degenerate belly yearns to be filled
with that luscious elixir! Please, please, please! Adored Master slave cock,
allow your utterly servile whore's utterly depraved and immaculately submissive
mouth to worship, adore, and most of all to pleasure you as it was born to do!"
I somehow forced my excited, and acutely stimulated prick to make the slave
continue to debase herself with consummate depravity, and to beg and plead to be
permitted to suck it off for many minutes before I finally allowed it to spurt
its small geyser to signify its acceptance of her abject surrender. The look of
perfect happiness that radiated from cockswhore's eyes when the juice spattered
was something to behold. Her mouth gaped open, and her lascivious tongue shot
out almost immediately and, with a shriek of submissive ecstasy, she allowed it
to sweep over the juice laden head of my throbbing prick. She lapped up and down
the pulsating shaft over and over expressing utter joy at the privilege she had
been granted.
The elated harlot lapped and laved at my shaft with devoted joy for what must
have been five minutes before her lust crazed mind could no longer resist the
delight of sucking it into her adoring mouth. I revelled in the knowledge of the
depths to which the previously haughty woman had descended. I could not believe
that it was the same woman who had delighted in denying me such pleasurable acts
for so long, and with such cruel satisfaction. My cock leapt with pleasure when
her hot wet mouth closed over its profusely leaking tip, and her head dropped,
her lips descending down my throbbing length until almost its entirety had
disappeared into her worshipping mouth and her taste buds must have been
overwhelmed with the sheer depravity of her own arse seasoning, and the residue
of ball cream that had so completely coated it after her arse rape. I felt the
head of my cock enter her gulping throat to be exquisitely massaged by the soft
muscles located there.
The humiliated slave sucked on my cock with consummate passion, as though her
mouth was born to pleasure cock. Her agile tongue teased my pulsating length
with single minded devotion. Her throat swallowed it like a staving waif.
Cockswhore sucked me passionately, driving her working mouth up and down on me
until my shaft throbbed and pulsed with sexual ecstasy, and it took every ounce
of my renowned control to stop my balls from exploding in orgasm. I forced the
cock adoring harlot to suck and suck, ensuring that the rapt audience saw her
debase herself utterly, to her slavish being.
Her mouth drew me ever closer to the explosion that I would soon be unable to
delay any longer. My prick began to jerk, out of control, and my breath came in
wheezing gasps as the pleasure consumed me utterly. Then I could no longer
contain myself, and my pleasure soaked prick exploded in ecstasy. Stream after
stream of boiling cock cream poured from the tip of my erupting cock, and
flooded the delighted harlot's gulping throat. She swallowed my gushing sex
juice as though it were the most delicious repast she had ever partaken of. She
drank it all in a fit of depraved sexual submission.
Her mouth took on all the aspects of a vacuum cleaner. She was determined to
milk my writhing balls completely dry. Her lips crushed my spasming shaft,
ensuring that every drop of my issue was squeezed from it, and her throat
continued to swallow long after my balls had surrendered all they had to give.
It was with a look of sheer despair that the whore finally allowed her mouth to
release my sated, utterly drained prick. Her eyes shone with a mixture of pure
happiness, tinged with an acute sense of loss once her mouth had released the
clean shaft, still somehow hard and standing proudly. I marvelled at the
capacity of my cock to withstand such pleasure while still remaining stimulated,
and revelled in the powers of unbridled virility that I had been endowed with in
the realm.
Cockswhore resumed her position, kneeling in front of my cock. Her tongue
lasciviously licked her lips cleaning them of the small amount of ball cream
that had managed to escape her mouth while I climaxed into it. It was obvious
that her submissive being had adored her ultimate humiliation, and she was
totally at peace with her submissive surrender. The Queen mounted the stage
after a few minutes and announced:
"Well, my friends, the surrender of the new whore to her new Master was
certainly total, and entertaining, I'm sure you'll admit. For the rest of the
night she will remain on her knees before her Master, and display her immaculate
adoration of it. Whenever the fancy takes the obscene slut she will be permitted
to voice her submission to her Master, and to demonstrate that submission, and
worshipping adoration in the time honoured manner. You may visit the stage to
watch and listen to her perform at any time you wish." The Queen leant a long
cane up against cockswhore's bulging arse cheeks and continued, "Should the
inclination take you, you are encouraged to use this lovely cane on the whore's
fat arse slabs, but I would remind you that if you do so, you are to be utterly
pitiless. The lewd bitch knows that she deserves to suffer, and, I suspect,
yearns to be punished with the utmost of cruelty."
Just before she left the stage the Queen added, "Your slaves are now permitted
to join you. I'm sure that my little whores have been most diligent in catering
to your lusts over the period of the submission of the harlot, but now we need
more variety in our pleasures, not to mention having enough lust crazed
submissive meat for all of us to play with without the inconvenience of having
to wait our turn." She then dropped down from the stage. Cockswhore immediately
began to verbally adore my cock, and to devotedly press her lips to it from time
to time in complete submissive adulation.
A number of nude slave of both sexes began to appear, and were soon engaged in
serving the dominants. Most were involved in providing for the pleasure of the
dominants, but some were already submitting their bodies to various punishments.
A general orgy of unbridled sexual lust was soon underway. Cockswhore's arse
cheeks were subjected to brutal caning almost from the beginning, but despite
the pain and suffering she endured her adoration, both verbally and physically
continued without pause. The orgy lasted well into the small hours of the
morning until, eventually, sheer physical exhaustion overtook both dominants and
slaves.
When all the guests had finally left cockswhore was handed over into the care of
the club's manager. She was to live on the premises so that she was always
available for her service in the slaves' bathroom. I was freed from my bondage,
and allowed to stretch my cramped muscles before our group finally left for
home.
