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For my Lord

Part 13

Chapter 24 A Happy Life


Some time later, i am woken up by some-one moving around the room. It is a pretty… no, a beautiful nurse. She is wearing a pale blue uniform and her blonde hair is pulled back in a pony tail.


Noticing that i am awake, she asks brightly, “How do you feel? Are you hungry?”


“Aching all over,” i reply, “but, yes, i am hungry, thank you.”


She leaves the room, returning about ten minutes later with a light breakfast of fruit juice, cereal and milk, toast and coffee.


She gets me sitting up the fact that, even here, i am naked doesnt appear to bother her at all. And then she says, “Eat up. Ill be back later to give you a bed-bath.” And she leaves me to enjoy what to me is the rare treat of juice and hot coffee; out of a proper cup!


While i wait for the nurse to come back, i take in my surroundings. This is clearly a private clinic and the room is peaceful, well equipped and has nice views from the window. There appears to be a small adjoining bathroom to one side of the room.


The nurse returns after about an hour, gets me to lie back down. When she peels back the bed-clothes, i gasp as i see my body covered in deep purple bruises and welts. She gets a basin of hot soapy water from the bathroom and, sitting on the edge of the bed, she begins to wash me, starting with my face and working slowly and gently down.


As she works, she asks, “So, are you really a slave and a whore, like it says here?” as she runs Her finger over the words burnt into my lower belly.


“Yes, i am a slave,” i reply, “and a whore, not in the sense that i take money for sex, but in the sense that i am always available for use… by any-one but only with the permission of my Lord.”


She asks about my life as a slave and how i came to be a slave. As i answer her questions i watch her face, expecting to see signs of disapproval, or even revulsion, but i detect only curiosity and interest.


“It must be a hard life,” She comments.


“It can be tough at times,” i reply, “being whipped and tortured is not pleasant and i get no pleasure from it; but i endure it because my Lord wishes me to. And i adore Him. The pain is His gift to me and my suffering is my gift to Him. Being my Lords slave is what i was born for and, truly, i am content with my life. In fact i cant really recall my pre slave time.”


As she washes my tits udders, as i have come to think of them since my frequent sessions on the milking machine i groan; they are swollen with the milk i still produce and they are tender. The nurse notices and goes off the fetch a pump to express my milk, leaving me lying naked on the bed with the room door wide open.


She comes back and attaches the pump to my left nipple. It is a much gentler action than the industrial type machine i am used to and it is a very pleasurable sensation. By the time both udders have been emptied, i am quite aroused. A fact that does not escape the nurse as by now she is washing my cunt.


“Naughty girl!” she chides and she slaps me, hard, on my cunt. But there is a wicked smile on her face. “you really are a slut, arent you?”


“Yes, Miss… Kirsty, i am, its what i am,” i apologise as i read her name on the badge pinned to her uniform, just above her full left breast.


“So, if I wanted to…” starts the nurse.


“Yes, of course, whatever You want of me,” i reply, guessing Her thoughts.


Nothing more is said as she continues to wash me, working down my legs before turning me over and washing my back, starting from my feet and working all the way up. She pauses to run a finger over my brand marks and whip scars as she does so.


Finished, she takes away the basin of water, then closes and locks the room door, turning back to me with a smile on her face as i lie, nude and exposed on the bed. She hoists her uniform and i watch as she slips her panties down over her hips and down her long legs. She steps out of them and tosses them onto the chair before crossing to the bed and climbing up, straddling my head.


“Lick me, slave!” she orders as she lowers herself and i stretch up, breathing in the sweet aroma of her arousal and licking those puffy, moist lips. It does not take long before she is moaning in pleasure and then she starts to grind her hips and she humps against my face as she brings herself off.


She slumps down with her sweet pussy covering my mouth but i am unable to move and can only taste her nectar as it oozes into my mouth and around my face, leaving it sticky with Her sweet juices. Eventually, the nurse climbs off and puts her panties back on. As she leaves the room, she turns and smiles, “W/we are going to have fun while you are here, slave.”


The rest of the day is spent resting, but, sometime during the night, i am awoken by someone entering the room and locking the door. In the low light, i can make out the figure of a short, fat black woman wearing a nurses uniform, the night nurse, i guess.


Just as nurse Kirsty had done, this woman pulls up her uniform and removes her knickers as i watch silently. But, whereas nurse Kirsty wore a lacy little thong, this woman has big, very big, pants.


She struggles to clamber up onto the bed, but when she does, she throws one fat leg over my body and whispers for me to slide down until my head is positioned between her thighs. She doesnt have to tell me what to do as she lowers herself and my world is engulfed by masses of flesh.


Dutifully, i lick and suck; mercifully she is clean and has a not unpleasant aroma, as my face is surrounded by her meaty thighs, belly and pussy. This one doesnt hump my face and i am made to work my tongue deep into her wet slit in order to bring her off. It seems to take forever, but I stick to my task until, finally, i hear a hissed “yessssssss!!!” muffled by the flesh that surrounds me and she lifts off me.


Without a word, the nurse slips off the bed, puts her big knickers back on and leaves me alone.


But not for long. It feels as though i have hardly slid myself back up the bed before the door opens again. This time, i can make out four Men in hospital scrubs. They surround the bed and pull me round until my head is hanging over one side. Straight away, one of the Men pulls down His trousers and presents His Dick to me. Instinctively, i open my mouth and He shoves His semi hard Cock right in. hands grip my throat and roughly grope my udders, as the Mans Cock grows harder and thicker and longer and He starts to fuck my mouth.


Before too long He shoots His load and i drink down His hot spunk, reaching out and taking hold of His hips as i suck up every drop before releasing hold. He is quickly replaced by a second Man and each one of Them takes a turn at fucking my willing mouth and throat. When They are all finished, They leave, without having uttered a word and i am left to get myself back properly into bed.


The next day and night follows the same pattern, but on the following day, nurse Kirsty gets me up out of bed, helping me as i shuffle around the room like an old woman. It least i get to shower in the adjoining bathroom a lovely hot shower; a rare luxury for me and i feel much better for it.


When i emerge from the bathroom, nurse Kirsty is sitting on the chair with her legs thrown over the arms and her lovely pussy on display.


“Down,” She orders, “and crawl over here.”


Obediently, i drop to my hands and knees and crawl across until my face is inches from Her clearly wet snatch. Without waiting to be told, i enthusiastically eat Her out and soon She reaches a shattering climax.


This is the pattern for the remainder of my stay in the clinic, serving nurse Kirsty by day and my silent visitors during the night. All these people using me for Their pleasure, but i dont get to cum once; and im horny as hell. Just the way my Lord likes me to be.      


But soon the bruises start to fade, the aches ease and i am considered well enough recovered to leave the clinic. As i am leaving, nurse Kirsty hugs me and whispers, “you are amazing, I wish I could play with you properly. Id love to watch you take a whipping.”


“Erm, thank You, Miss.” i reply. “And thank You for taking care of me.” 


Two of my Lords Bodyguards take me home, but instead of taking me to the house, They take me to a small out-building, some distance from the main house. On entering, i am pleasantly surprised to find that this building has been converted in to a little cottage, ideal for one person. There is a bedroom with a comfortable king-sized bed, a kitchenette and a shower room; a hot shower pure luxury; especially when compared to the stark living conditions i have been used to over the three years of my slavery. In the small lounge area, i notice that there are hooks and pulleys attached to the exposed roof beams and a locked cabinet contains whips, clamps, chains etc. There is even a television, though i find that it is set up only to show DVDs, not real programmes. The bodyguards inform me that this is to be my new home. All facilities are here for my sex-training; there are books and DVDs, but only on subjects which could enlarge my knowledge of techniques of sex and submission.


The Bodyguards tell me that my Lord wishes me to continue my training, so i am to exercise rigorously to keep my body supple, flexible and lithe. But also to use the books and DVDs to improve my mind in the ways of slavery. Literature, like the Kama Sutra or 1001 Nights and DVDs like L Histoire d'O or movies showing submissive women serving their Dom(me)s and suffering bondage and pain are available and are renewed weekly.


LHistoire dO is my favourite and i watch the DVD and read the book again and again. It reminds of the time when, as a teenager back Ireland, i first read the book and how i so much wanted to be like O. She was my roll model and reading that book set me off on my own journey to glorious slavery.


Another change, which pleases me greatly, is that The Butler has been dismissed. He was so cruel to me.


The grey maid visits daily to check whether there is enough food and, if needed, to bring clean towels or bedclothes. Otherwise, i am generally left alone.


In the training scheme, i am allowed to run and do exercises outside in the estate. Because The Butler worked me so very hard to get me back in shape after i had given birth, i dont want to waste that effort and so, just walking for the first few days, i begin to push myself to run and exercise every day. Summer is gone and it is getting colder but still i am constantly naked, except that i am permitted to wear a sports bra when i am running so that my enlarged udders are supported and do not bounce too much.


In the meantime, i try discretely to get some information about the household and particularly about the child… my child. But the maid still disapproves of me and is not very talkative and will tell me nothing. Once, while i am out on the terrace when it is sunny, i am sure that i can hear a babys cries, but as there are several women about and it is in the distance, i can not be sure and i dare not approach any closer.


Watching the DVD of L Histoire dO reminds me of when, as an 18 year old back in Ireland, i first read the book. Instantly, O became my heroine and i knew that i wanted… no, i had to follow the same road to total subjugation. But it took nearly ten years for my Sir Stephen to find and enslave me.

In between His many trips away and the calls of political life, His Lordship visits my little cottage as often as possible, taking me to the comfortable bed. Not only am i a slave, but now His mistress too. When He plans to visit me, the maid will tell me during her daily visit and she also provides me with lingerie for me to wear for my Lord; basques, corsets, suspenders, stockings and high heels, all in various but matching colours and of course very stylish. Make-up, perfume and cosmetics are also provided so that i may look my best for my Lord.

Only occasionally am i strung up and whipped. Other times the visits of my Lord are for gentle lovemaking. But always i feel pride and excitement every time He penetrates me or slaps me, or even the time He lashed me so hard that He broke a bamboo cane on my ass. After that, for the next days, i was too sore to exercise.

One time, my Lord has been out walking and He brings two of His Dogs with Him. As usual, i am waiting, on my knees with my knees spread wide, hands behind my head with my eyes lowered and my firm tits pushed out in presentation. On this occasion, i have chosen a black basque, which leaves my udders, cunt and ass exposed, black stockings and heels.

It so happens that i have just been watching a DVD featuring women having sex with animals. To please my Lord, i put on a show with the two Dogs. Wanting to put on the best show possible and guessing that it has been some time since the Dogs have cum certainly it is months since i serviced Them, i suck both. They quickly produce so much spunk that i cant swallow it down and it spills from the corners of my mouth. Greedily, i lap up every spilt drop from the bellies of the Dog and from the floor. After just a brief rest, both are ready for me again. The Dogs are well trained and used to fucking me. The first mounts me in a frenzy, nearly forcing me down onto my belly, His big, hard Cock ripping open my arse and cunt, making me moan and cry out, especially when i feel the knot swell within me. And then i must wait patiently, ass to ass with the Dog until His knot goes down and He can pull away.

While my Lord takes The Dogs back to Their compound, i am ordered to clean myself up, but to leave my face as it is.

Going to the bathroom, i strip; the stockings are ruined and the basque i had put on is also torn by The Dogs claws. To freshen my mouth, i brush my teeth and look at my reflection in the mirror; lipstick smeared, eye make-up smudged by the tears that came as The Dogs thick Cocks stretched my throat and traces of dried dog cum around my mouth and chin and in my hair. Truly this is the face of a depraved spunk-bitch. But this is only the start; the best is yet to come as i relish the thought of my Lords magnificent Cock.

Quickly i use the detachable shower head to thoroughly wash all around my cunt and ass, then i dry myself, apply fresh perfume and dress in a white corset, white opaque hold-up stockings which come up to about three inches above my knees and white heels. The look is of a naughty Victorian harlot, i think.

When He returns, i fall to my knees and worship His gorgeous Member, licking, stroking and sucking It. It is truly adorable and i am so lucky that He permits me to worship It and drink down His precious sperm, which i soon am. He leads me to bed and spends the next hour or so fucking my in a variety of positions; now doggy style, now with me on my back with my legs spread wide and high in the air and so on.

In the afterglow, i think that i must be the luckiest slave girl in the world to be the possession of such a wonderful Owner.  

"May your humble slave speak," i ask.

"Yes cumface, what is it?"

"Your black stallion, Tarzan, had pleasure with my cunt, but He has never had my arse."

"Well… mmm… it is his birthday next week.”

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In the yard are my Lord and the Horse handler with two assistants. They had decided that first there should be some foreplay. On my knees, i am made to suck and wank the Cock of another of my Lords Horses. While one of the assistants smears some lubricant around my cunt and anus my tongue laps at the little split hole in the gland and i shove the huge Cock into my mouth; lips stretched around
the shaft as, with both hands, i stroke the thick shaft all the way up to His huge ball sack. Eagerly, i swallow the thick pre-cum. Fully naked and total shameless, i am doing what i was born for, pleasuring a Cock.

When the Cock is hard and long, They shove a narrow wooden plank under The Horse. They lay me on it, my head hanging over the edge. On both flanks of The Horse, They pull up my legs, and my ankles are strapped with leather bridles over the back of the horse. A pile of horse blankets are shoved under my lower back, so that my belly is pressed against the stomach of The Horse. One of the assistants manoeuvres the hard Cock against my swollen cunt lips. The other swats The Horses rump with a crop. In His reflex, The Horse jolts forward, impaling me with His huge Cock and i shriek at the shock of the sudden penetration. Suspended by my ankles, i can only ride with the hard Cock deep inside my painfully stretched cunt. It rips open my cunt, ravaging my lips and mashing against my womb.

One of the assistants, dressed as a jockey, jumps on the back of The Horse, occasionally swatting The Horses flanks with a riding crop. As The Horse is held by bridles to a frame with His legs framed by rope too, He rocks His hips, thus shoving His massive Cock deeper in me.

Almost overwhelmed, my basic instinct takes over; which is only to pleasure the Cock that is abusing my insides as i am nothing but a whore and slave of everything my Lord wishes.

Wriggling and writhing around the huge Cock impaling me, my eyes roll back like a crazy woman as climax after climax explode within my whole being. Only vaguely aware, all, except my Lord, comment admiring my sluttish stamina and lust. One Man cant hold back and he gropes and claws at my udders with one hand while jerking His Cock with His other hand. Then He squats down and shoves his hard prick into my gaping mouth, holding me by the neck, he makes my mouth, gullet and throat into one long fuck channel, pistoning His hard shaft deep in me. Soon my mind is totally gone and i am climaxing, and shaking in a frenzy around both Cocks, human and equine.


Suddenly The Horse rocks forwards, His thick ribbed gland mashing my womb while He spurts a flood of thick white spunk. The white liquid foams along my stretched swollen cunt lips, oozing down my loins and my ass crack on to the wooden plank beneath me. Howling around the pumping Cock filling my mouth, i climax continuously; my mind floating in deep frenzied orgasms on the waves of the spurting Horse cum.

Exhausted, i pass out momentarily and, as i regain consciousness i feel that my ankles are being freed. Both assistants grab my shoulders and drag me, face down to a pillory-like wooden frame. Too out of it to walk, my feet drag along the ground and horse spunk runs down my thighs. They fix my head and wrists in the pillory part, a wooden panel is fitted over the top to protect my head, back and shoulders from The Horses hooves. Hardly aware of whats happening, my head hangs down, my hips slowly wriggling as if in anticipation of the next coming Cock. On my back, They place a blanket which has been impregnated with the scent of a mare in heat. Finally They grease my arse and cunt holes with a brush; the birthday present for Tarzan is ready.

One of the assistants, the one dressed as a jockey, leads the jumpy horse. His nostrils flaring wide open; snorting and whinnying, Tarzan is obviously excited. Catching the scent of a ruttish mare has made His Cock grow to a stiff pole, spotted, pink and dangling. The jockey had difficulty controlling The Horse. Then they move forward towards the frame where i willingly wait, ready to be taken. Tarzan rears up and tramples with His fore-hooves. The jockey guides Him forward, and again Tarzan rears up, His hooves clattering on the plank above my head and His huge body looming over me.

Now, i am really scared; firstly that the plank wont hold His weight and He will fall and crush me, and secondly, what damage will that enormous Cock do to my insides?

He makes a few thrusts of his strong hips but then, without help of the jockey who just holds His bridles, His monstrous gland finds my arse hole and with a victorious whinny from Tarzan and an animal-like shriek of agony from me, He impales my narrow rear hole. His conquering whinnies mix with my bellowing of surrender to His mighty pole which rips open my ass-ring.

Each impaling thrust forward feels as though it is shredding open my bowels; tearing screams from me, as He whinnies with equine power. His back hooves planted firmly in the sandy soil give His hips extra power for the position deep inside me. Each bang forward drills through my spine directly to my degraded brains. Struggle as i might, there is no possible way to escape from His penetration. Part of my Cock-addled brain is afraid that i will be somehow ruined, but on the other hand, i dont want to pass out in case i should disappoint my Lord's favourite stud-horse. Crazed, out of my mind, i am an animal, my basic inner instinct takes over and i am a female and a slave, a slave being used for what i am at this moment; a horse's whore. And i cum non stop, each orgasm making me cry out louder and longer.

At that moment Tarzan shoots His load, flooding my bowels, and some white foam oozes out between the ribbed shaft and my frayed, ravaged ass-ring. Happily, the softening Cock pops out of my now gaping hole, all His semen gushing out and dripping down my thighs.

Exhausted as i am; i am also proud at having served my Lords Horse. “Happy birthday, Tarzan,” i croak, before i pass into unconsciousness.


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For the next few months of winter i settle into something of a routine, keeping myself in shape and serving my Lord, His Friends, His Dogs and now His Horses too. Sometimes i am taken to the cellar dungeon or i am trussed up in the back of a van or in the boot of my Lords car and taken to parties which could last all weekend. At these parties orgies really i am used relentlessly. At times i am strung up and the whip snaps on my vulnerable body. At other times my holes are filled with a seemingly endless succession of Cocks or i am made to lick the pussies of any other women present; including Lady Angel. 


Often, while i am occupied servicing all these Cocks, in the background, a large television screen will be showing recordings of me being whipped or otherwise tortured or of me kneeling, sucking the Cocks of my Lords Dogs or Horses. Certainly my degradation is complete; i am what my Lord has made me, a sex slave, a painslut, a bitch to the different Dogs, a mare to the Horses.


One time i was taken in a small cage in the back of a van to a building which looked like a warehouse. Inside, there were dozens of Men and maybe eight other girls, who were naked or nearly naked. However, my Lord made it clear to the Men that these other girls were there to serve drinks and snacks and that i, cumface, was to be the centre of attention. He introduced me by saying, “Gentlemen, welcome. For those of you who are not acquainted with this slut, this is the slave cumface and she is here for your pleasure. Use the whore as you wish; all her holes are available to you… all weekend.” As i listened in horror, it was explained that the orgy was to last all weekend and that any of the Men there could leave and return as They wished and that there would, in all probability, be more arriving. There would be sessions lasting about five hours followed by a one hour break. Each session would begin with 25 strokes of a leather strap to various parts of my body.


At that point, two Men grabbed my arms and led me to where two shackles hung from chains from an overhead beam. Quickly, the shackles were locked around my wrists and the chains hauled up and apart until i was stretched in a Y shape with just my toes touching the floor. Apparently a name had been drawn and the nominated Man stepped forward holding a nasty looking strap which He cracked through the air ominously as He looked me in the eye with a cruel smirk on His face.


Then, He moved behind me and took His position and, immediately i heard the hiss as the strap swished through the air and that all too familiar line of fire flashed through my back as the strap landed across my back. The shock of the impact caused my head to jerk back and my toes to lose contact with the floor and i swung from my arms. Before i could regain contact with the floor, the second lash landed. The stokes came thick and fast as i jerked and twisted in my bonds, trying both to regain contact with the floor and to dodge the lash. In both, i was unsuccessful.


They released me after the 25 strokes and i collapsed in a heap on the floor. But, immediately i was picked up and thrown onto a large mattress covered with a rubber sheet.


A voice called out, “Number 1,” and a Man stepped forward as i lay sprawled on the mattress. It seemed that the Men had all been given a number and that They would have use of me in number order.


The Man stood over me and snarled, “Beg me for it, bitch.”


Knowing better than to disobey, i looked up and said, “Please, i want Your Cock. Please fuck me, any way You want.”      


The Man laughed as He took out His Cock, then He grabbed me, turned me over and pulled me up onto my hands and knees, positioned Himself behind me and plunged Himself into my juicy cunt.


“Number 2,” came the call and a second Man presented His Cock to my face. Obediently i opened my mouth and He jammed His thick Cock right to the back of my throat. The two Men established a rhythm as They fucked me from both ends; the thrusts into my cunt pushing me onto the Cock in my mouth and vice versa.


Pretty soon, i received the gift of both loads of spunk but as soon as one of my holes became vacant, a number would be called and another Man took His place. They roughly turned me this way and that, always two Men and often three using me. Needless to say, i was a mess, my body covered in cum and i was lying in a pool of it on the rubber sheet. Mentally, i was a mess too; They were fucking my brains out, everything was a haze and the Mens faces were just a complete blur.


Eventually, i became aware that They had stopped fucking me; it was time for my break, but not before i was made to slurp up the cocktail of sperm puddle on the rubber sheet. Two of the other girls then came to me and helped me up off the mattress. The girls were wearing rubber aprons and long rubber gloves and they helped me to an old toilet block, tiled from floor to ceiling.


Although they were as gentle as they could be, it still hurt as they cleaned me. “sorry, hon, theres no hot water,” whispered one as she turned a cold water hose onto me, but i was so out of it that the chill of the water jet barely registered in my fucked out brain. The girls used fragrant shampoo and body wash to clean me off before using the hose again to rinse me down and gently patting me dry with big towels.


Then they gave me a large glass filled with a kind of fruit smoothie. “Drink this, youll need it to keep your energy level up,” said one as she held the glass to my lips. When i had finished the drink, they lay me down on a pile of old sacks and quickly i fell into an exhausted sleep. 

It felt like only moments later that one of the girls was shaking me awake. “im really sorry, hon, but its time for your next session.” As two of the girls helped me to my feet, i groaned loudly as my body ached all over. Ignoring my groans, they started to lead me out into the warehouse, but first, one of them took blobs of lube and gently rubbed it around my cunt and ass holes. “youll need this,” she whispered as i was passed to two Men. They pulled me over to an upright steel pillar and secured me to it with my arms pulled up and behind my head. This time, my udders were to be the target for the strap. Desperately, i searched around the room for my Lord and i found Him standing at the back, quietly observing my torture. 


By the time i had received the 25 strokes, my poor udders were throbbing and glowing bright red. The bonds were released and again i sank to the ground but one of the grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me painfully to my feet. He dragged me back to the mattress and pushed me to my knees.


His Lordship stepped forward and announced, “This session will start with cumface as a bukkake slut. Gentlemen, would the first 27 take your places.” And 27 or so Men moved to stand around the mattress while the rest looked on, awaiting Their turn.


The Man closest to me presented His Cock and, instinctively, i took Him into my mouth and sucked. After about a minute or so, He pushed me off Him and told me to move to the next Man. This was how it worked; i crawled from one to another while They kept Their Cocks hard, assisted by the other girls. When one of the Men was about to cum, He would call out and i had to crawl to Him to accept His sperm over my face, hair and chest. Then, when one of the Men had shot His load, He would step back and His place would be taken by one of those waiting His turn.


Needless to say, i was soon a complete mess, cum all over my face and i had to keep my eyes tightly closed. So, now, i stayed where i was and the Men moved round.


How long this went on for was difficult to say, maybe two hours, but my jaw ached terribly and my throat was sore.


Finally, the bukkake was over, but i was allowed no time to rest. Immediately, a shallow dish is put into my hands and I am instructed to use my fingers to wipe the cum from my face and into the dish. When They are satisfied that i have got most of the cum in the dish, i am made to bend my head back with my mouth wide open and the contents of the dish is poured down my throat. Then i was dragged and pushed into position on all fours and i was impaled in my ass by the first of many Cocks in this second session.


Before the end of this session, i was completely out of it and i have no memory of the rest of the marathon weekend.  


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The next thing i know, i am lying, alone, cold and naked on the floor in my little cottage. When i try to move, i realize that my body aches all over. Slowly and carefully, i drag myself into the bedroom, crawl into bed and fall into a deep sleep.


When I finally wake up, i feel refreshed but my body still aches. Deciding that a hot shower might help, i gingerly get out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom. Catching sight of myself in the bathroom mirror, i gasp as i see my body. It is covered in bruises, especially in the areas which had been the targets for the strap; my udders, belly, upper back, buttocks and thighs, both back and front. But these areas also have thin welts, like a whip or crop had been used. And i cant even remember. 


Stepping under the hot shower jet, i wince and cry out as the steaming water hits my battered body but the pain eases and after gently patting myself dry with a large warm fluffy towel, i feel much better.


It then that realize how hungry and thirsty i am and i wonder how long it is since i have eaten or drank anything; apart from massive amounts of spunk, of course. So, i go to the kitchen, sip some water and prepare some soup which is both warming and comforting i eat it. After eating, i go back to bed and sleep soundly.


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Several days later i am somewhat recovered, although the bruises and welts are still vivid on my body. A DVD is given to me by the maid on the daily visit. On the DVD, is written “cumfaces marathon gangbang”. The maid tells me that i am to watch it immediately and that i must watch from start to finish.


It is, of course, an edited version of the gangbang last weekend. As i watch, i am brought in, receive the first dose of the strap and am fucked by the first of the Men. After about 15 minutes, i am shown being led away by two of the other girls and the scene then changes to me being brought back out to receive the second strapping.


Then the bukakke session is shown, which finishes with me totally covered with jizz and then having the dish of cum cocktail poured down my throat.


The DVD continues with me being whipped and fucked over and over again and as it goes on i am more and more out of it; conscious but completely unaware. When i fail to respond to orders from the Men, i receive many sharp slaps to my face and buttocks. But when i still dont respond, i am roughly manhandled into the required position. And then i am fucked again and again. A close up of my face shows a thick Cock buried to the hilt in my throat but my eyes are blank and unseeing.  


And so it goes on, until at the end i am have the shorter end of a double ended penis gag pushed into my mouth and strapped in place. One of the Men then drags me by the hair across to where all the other girls are sitting on a row of chairs. “Im sure cumface would like to reward these girls for their assistance this weekend.” He cuffed my hands behind my back and pushed me to my knees. Then i was dragged to the first girl and made to use the penis gag to fuck her to orgasm. This was repeated on the second girl until they had all been brought to a climax.


The DVD is brought to a close by showing a still of me as i was brought into the room at the beginning of the gangbang, looking clean, fit and alert. The picture changed to one of me at the end, unable to stand, i am supported by a naked girl on either side of me; my body is battered and bruised and there is a blank look on my face. Finally, there is a shot of me on my knees at the end of the bukakke session; my features totally obliterated by all the cum covering my face, hair and chest.


Under this image of me, a caption appears, saying,

“cumface the slut

cumface whore

cumface the slave”


After a while, the caption changes to read,

“cumfaces gangbang lasted 44 hours & 23 minutes.

87 Men fucked the whore”


Then the screen faded to black and the DVD ends.


There are tears in my eyes as i watch; but there is also a wetness between my thighs and involuntarily i start to rub and finger my lusty nub. 


~~~~~~~~



Such events obviously take time for me to recover. But, im sure that my fitness regime helps me both during the sessions and my recovery afterwards.


As Winter gives way to Spring i more regularly jog in the estate grounds, naked but for a sports bra to keep my udders from bouncing too much.


One of these warm evenings i reach a darker patch of woodland. Suddenly i hear some human voices. Curious, i sneak towards the spot where the noises are coming from. In a small clearing i gasp in surprise at what i see. The petite maid is naked and bent over a fallen tree, surrounded by about a dozen Men, who look from the way They are dressed like They could be a motorbike gang. The maid is being fucked from behind. The other Men are lying around half naked drinking beer, apparently either resting after Their turn or waiting to straddle her. Her screams and groans are loud, but she does not seem to be reluctant.


Behind a tree i squat and observe the scene, one hand reaching down to my cunt and fingering myself. After the third Man shoots His load in one of her holes, it is clearly the Leader's turn. Heavily built, long beard, strong and powerful.


From this distance i can not see the size of His Cock, but it has to be a monster as the maid bellows as He enters her. In vain her arms push backwards, trying to get Him off. He only grins as He thrusts His Cock deep in her, her belly crushed against the rough wood.


Watching the scene, i frig my cunt wildly and i cum violently just as the Leader shoots His load deep into the nude maid.

Then she is dragged to the lower part of the tree and again bent over it. A Sheepdog is led in. Without command the Dog mounts the maid, the sight making me gasp out loud. It is clearly not the first time the maid was humped by a Dog. Her eyes crossed and glazed, drool oozing from the corner of her mouth, her tongue dangling out of her mouth, she looks to be the perfect bitch, taken by the male Dog. From this distance her roaring lust can clearly be heard. The Dog grips his paws around her waist, His fat Cock buried deep in her thoroughly fucked and smeared hole. His tongue dangling on her neck, His mouth over her head, the scene is perfect.


After a long fuck the Dog shoots His brackish load deep in the maid. As soon as His knot has subsided, His place is taken by the next Dog, a heavy Rottweiler. If the maids frail body was not bent over the tree she would collapse under the heavy battering of the strong Dog. But again it is obvious that her female lust is fully inflamed. After again having cum, i creep away, afraid that i would be discovered.


The next day by chance is the day the maid comes to my little house. As soon as i see her, i cant not help asking, "Well how was the evening with the gang?"


The maid looks surprised but her eyes are glistening, "well," she says, “it was not a gang, they are my family; brothers, stepbrothers and cousins."

W/we look a little shyly at each other. Both having no knowledge about the greed of the other. Inescapably we become attracted to each other like magnets. The maid strips we slide together on my bed. Surprisingly she is wearing no underwear. Her body is very slim and she has almost no tits; like the body of a young girl. Passionately we kiss and work our tongues and fingers on our hard nipples and moist cunts. Clasped into each other, we both reach many orgasms.


As we lie in the afterglow, the maid asks me about my name.


“You know my name, its cumface.”


“No, I mean your real name.”


“That name belongs to another person, another life; cumface is the slave name given to me by His Lordship and, because He gave me the name, i am happy with it. But if you prefer, just call me slave, or slut or whore or bitch; anything like that because I am all of those things.”


She tells me that her name is astrid and does not press me further about my past name.


~~~~~~~



The maid now takes any opportunity to sneak into the cottage and so that we can make love to each other. She explores new techniques with me. After having fisted each others holes, she spreads my thighs to the maximum and she opens the petals of my slippery cunt. First with her tongue, then with her little finger she rubs my urethra. Slowly she enters this little pee-hole in the beginning only with a pencil, but later a finger, and after a while, a whole finger. Soon she has me yelling from pure ecstasy.


One time after relaxing after a great sex session, i pluck up the courage to ask, "How is it going with His Lordship's child?"


The answer was very disturbing to me: "which one?"

"Euuhh, does He have more than one?"

"Yes of course, dont you know? Twins; a boy and a girl."


This answer makes me very puzzled, as now i had no idea which one is mine; or how it is even possible that there are twins. Surely the boy must be mine. That could be the reason i have been spared. But much as i press the maid for more information, she either can not or will not tell me more.


One evening, after we have fisted each other into multiple orgasms, in each hole a fist, we are resting interlaced with our dripping cunts against each. Suddenly the door bursts open. The leader of the biker gang stands looking down on the two of us, accompanied by five of His rough gang members.


"So, stupid cunt, there you are.”


Before we can react, He twists some of the maids hair around His fist and yanks her out of the bed on all fours. As He pulls her face up, He slaps her again and again until her cheeks are bright red; His handprints clear on her face. Another Man doesnt wait, He zips open His pants and squats behind her and shoves His fat Cock deep into her wet cunt, her cries mixed with the slapping sound. Then number three straddles the maid and impales her arse.

The two others grab me and throw me on my back, my head over the edge of the bed. One grips my neck causing me to open my mouth, and He shoves in His Cock deep into my throat. Holding my neck with His big rough hands, He bangs and rocks His Cock past my gullet, His hairy ball sack slaps against my nose and face, while another climbs on me between my raised legs and mercilessly penetrates my cunt.


Soon the maid and i are being roughly used, tossed between the Men, no hole ignored, no depraved act left out. Kicked into a 69 position, we are made to lick and kiss each others oozing cunt and lick the hard shaft just in front of our eyes pumping in the cunts. Then impaled in my arse by one Cock, another Man slams His Schlong hard in my cunt, my thighs wide spread. Both of us are groaning under the violence of the Men. Pushed face to face, we have a big Cock between our mouths, licking and nibbling it.


It seems like many hours before the one after the other the Men shoot their spunk in our faces. But not the Big Man, participating, slapping here, swatting there, He makes us squeal, but He waits until all the others are finished.

After all the other Men have collapsed and the maid and i are curled up to each other, the Leader takes out His belt. He yanks me across the bed, on my back, my spread and well used cunt in His direction, He stands with spread feet, holding the bed.


"No, please dont do that to her," screams the maid, apparently knowing what Big Man has in store. One of the Men holds me, while another ropes my wrists behind my back, then laying me back on the bed, there is the belt under me. Forcing my legs up until my knees are alongside my head on the bed. They tighten the belt behind my knees and over my belly. They pull the belt so tight that it is hard for me to breathe and i cant move my body at all.


Although i have experienced a great deal of bondage, whippings and rough sex, i dont understand what They intend.

Then Big Man pulls me to him. He plunges His monster Cock into my hole, making me give a muffled cry. Breathing with difficulty, i have to endure this impalement. But He continues to shove His Cock, pushed by His more than 150 kilo. His hard crusty gland more a barb than a cockhead, mashes my womb, ripping further into my delicate cunt walls.


"Now, my lady, you will feel what is plumpsacking."


With both hands He further stretches my cunt and He fumbles His hairy ball sack into my cunt. With His legs wide spread, His hands resting on backs of my knees, He pivots His whole Cock and Balls in my fuck tunnel. Now i understand the reason for the belt, it prevents me from using my muscles; the entrance to my cunt is now fully opened. But with my abdomen clenched, i can barely breathe and my cries are muffled. Begging to stop this monstrous fuck is impossible, and anyhow useless, as He starts to take pleasure in spearing me further down, my cunt walls sliding around His Balls, His engorged gland mashing against my cervix, the ribbed shaft rifling my swollen lips. After a seeming eternity, He shoots His load, flooding me until the milky white semen is oozing along my stretched rifled cunt lips.


Worn out, they maid and i are left behind, our spunk covered faces to each other we lick each other clean and pass the Men's seed to and from each others mouths, most of it after gobbling each others oozing snatches.


~~~~~~~~



The very next day, the door to my little cottage bursts open and one of my Lords Bodyguards rushes in. He grabs my arms and cuffs my wrists behind my back, then He produces a chain leash and clips it to my left nipple ring. Then He leads me to the rear entrance of the House, i am naked, of course. As W/we pass through the kitchen, i can see the lustful looks on the faces of the Men there. It pleases me to know that although these Men have had me many times, They still lust after me and i suppress a smile as i push out my tits and even go up onto my toes as i walk in order to tighten and emphasise my legs and ass.


However, my mood changes quickly as the Bodyguard leads me down into the cellar and announces that i am to be punished.


“But why? What have i done?” i cry in terror.


The Bodyguard tells me that it has come to the attention of His Lordship that i misbehaved when i was in the private clinic, seducing the nurse there.


“No, please, i only did what she wanted, please.” i beg.


“Shut up; do not make His Lordship out to be a liar!” He replies, coldly.


“Please, no; that was months ago and i only…”


A sharp slap to my face silences me and i realise that there is no avoiding this punishment. But my Lord is not here; if the Bodyguard is here then it should mean that His Lordship is at home. Is He content in the knowledge that i am suffering? Or is there a camera link so that He can observe my punishment from wherever He is?


Then a horrifying thought comes to my mind. What if there are cameras in my little cottage? Has He been observing the maid and i as we make love?


In the basement is a wooden bench, slightly different to the one i am used to being bent over. Normally when i am bent over the bench, my belly rests on the leather seat, my wrists gripped on a kind of a bar. Although the pain is often nearly unbearable, the fact that i can clench my fists makes it more tolerable. But this bench is more cruel: my belly rests merely on an edge which digs painfully into my flesh, my arms are pulled backwards and there is nowhere for my hands to grip. In fact i have a kind of sensation that my upper body is suspended. Of course, my ass cheeks are positioned higher, my legs spread wide, and there are leather straps around my waist, knees and ankles.


It soon becomes clear that this is going to be a particularly harsh punishment. Under each of my udders, which hang freely from my chest, the Bodyguard places a lit candle, forcing me to lift my upper body to escape the intense heat from the flames. But the way my arms are secured, i cannot use them, only my lower back muscles; and it quickly becomes very hard to hold myself up in this way.


The Bodyguard takes up a bamboo cane and shows it to me, it is thick and flexible; a fearsome weapon, especially in the hands of this muscular Man. He moves behind me and, without ceremony, He canes me. He starts on my thighs, just above my knees and works up my thighs to my buttocks and further to my lower back and then back down again. He works slowly, allowing the pain from each stroke to scorch through my body before laying on the next stroke. Soon my body is a mess of deep blue or dark red cuts and stripes and my screams echo through the chamber.


"Ssswwiisscchh sswwiisscchh", again and again the cane lands, my bellowing shrieks of terrible agony, my eyes tight shut, my body trembling from the pain and the effort not to lower myself onto the flames of the candles.

Nevertheless, i do not beg for mercy, as i know only too well that my Lord is
disappointed in behaviour and, therefore, i fully deserve this corrective punishment.

"Ssswwiisscchh, sswwiisscchh", the lashes rain down on my welted body, my skin is
bloody, and after this harsh caning my lower body looks like raw hamburger meat. But still this does not stop Him. He now takes up a thin sharp cat-o-nine-tails flogger; in the tails are very small metal tags, enough to make me scream even
harder.

"Sswwaacckk, sswwaacckk", each blow makes me suffer the torment of the damned, the little tags cutting the skin of me back, my salty sweat mixing with the blood. Within the tight bonds, my body writhes and jerks uncontrollably; my head thrashes from side to side, my throat hoarse from my non stop shrieks.

At last The Bodyguard sets the flogger aside, but my ordeal is not over yet. First, He pumps His hard Cock deep into my arse, causing me more pain as He bangs against my cruelly caned buttocks with every thrust. Each time His hips impact i cry out.

Once He has shot His load of hot spunk into my bowels He frees my wrists and cuffs them behind my back. A leather strap is tightened around my elbows, thus arching my shoulders back painfully. Then He lifts me from the bench and turns me over before throwing me to the floor. He binds my ankles to two ropes dangling from the ceiling, my legs spread wide apart. He hoists me up, until my buttocks are free from the floor, but my arms and shoulders rest on the cold concrete. To humiliate me even more, He traps my head into a kind of wooden box, totally closing off my sight, but at least there is a hole which allows me air to breath.

Again He takes the cat-o-nine-tails flogger and flogs the front of my body. Unable to see, i can sense Him as He stands at my head and flogs my udders which i can feel bouncing at each blow as the tails of the flogger slam into my soft tit flesh. Muffled in the box, my screams are continuous as He works over my tits and my soft belly. Although i twist and turn as much as my restraints will permit, unsighted as I am there is no escape from the relentless onslaught.


After what feels like an eternity, He stops and through my sobs and the thickness of the box that encases my head, i can hear Him slurping a drink.


But the respite does not last for long.

He positions Himself between my open legs and begins an onslaught on my lower belly, my thighs and, of course, my exposed cunt. The first stroke lands right on my swollen outer cunt lips, a split second later i howl from pure agony. Blow after
blow land between my wide open legs. Instinctively, i try desperately to close my legs, in vain of course.


This beating is terrible, and with each blow i am on the border of shouting for mercy, but i know i cant as i have so terribly disappointed my Lord, so i deserve this punishment.


Each flogger tail hits as if it is a razor and makes tiny cuts, so my inner thighs, my cunt and pubis is one red bloody mass. The way the ropes lift my lower body from the floor, it is as if i am an offering for more torment. The beating goes on and on, my throat is hoarse from all my screaming until i can scream no more and i silent.


With my head confined in the box, i silently pray for forgiveness and for release, but the Bodyguard have His orders and He only stops when my blood is splattered and dripped along my ass crack onto the floor. Only then does He release me and He leaves me curled up in a foetal position on the cold hard floor.


After a while, the maid sneaks in and helps me up, but i am in too much pain to be taken back to the sanctuary of my little cottage. Instead, she helps me into the barred cell that was my home for so long and she lies me down on the hard wooden bed. She gives me water to drink and she gently bathes my many cuts, but then i thank her but tell her that she must stay away from me.


“But why?” she cries.


“This is what happens to me when i misbehave,” i replied, “but it will be much worse for you if we get found out.”


“No, we can be careful.”


“His Lordship will find out, He always does. Then we will both be punished. You must leave me.”


And with tears in her eyes, she did leave me lying in agony in that dark cell.


~~~~~~~~



For many hours i lie here in the barred cell; i even manage to sleep. When i awake, the pain has eased slightly but i am chilled and stiff. Very gradually i stretch and haul myself to my feet. On unsteady legs i make my way slowly out of the cell, across the chamber and up the stairs into the house.


It is my intention to ask for some water in the kitchen, but when the Men who are gathered there drinking coffee see my body, bruised and torn, They laugh and sneer, “Not so proud now, are you, slut?” clearly i am not going to get any sympathy here; even astrid, the maid, just stares at me and then turns away. So i decide to get out before the Men decide to add to my distress.


Shuffling slowly, i go out of the door and make my painful way back to the little cottage. There, i drink a glass of water before climbing into bed and falling into a deep sleep.


For the next two days, apart from going to the bathroom and to the little kitchen for water, i lie in bed, drifting in and out of wonderful restorative sleep.


Finally, astrid comes with food and clean towels and bedclothes and she makes me get up and take a shower while she prepares a meal for me. The water jet feels like a thousand sharp needles on my tender skin and i wince and groan. But after my shower and something to eat i feel much better and i make myself watch the first of a new selection of DVDs that have been brought for me.


~~~~~~~~~~



astrid, the maid does keep her distance from me at first, but then a few weeks later, one evening the maid sneaks in and takes my hand, "come with me."


The maid leads me to the same spot in the woods where i had seen her being used. There i see a young girl, barely 18 at my guess, being roped backwards over a fallen tree. Her wrists are tied together under the tree, her legs spread wide and tied with ropes to trees on either side of her. She is naked, her body arched and her head hanging down and her heavy tits wobbling as she sobs. The biker gang surround stand surrounding their victim.

"Wow," i gasp at the sight of the girl in preparation of the coming huge gangbang.


"Ssssttt," hisses the maid, "dont let them hear we are here, we are not
to disturb the ritual." And she plunged two fingers into my wet fuck-hole.


"Ritual?"

"Wait and see." And we both went on our knees, sliding fingers in
each others holes.

The first gang member unzips, squats a little and shoves His semi-erect cock in her mouth. Not long after, He pulls out and shoves His now fully hard Member deep into her as yet dry snatch. His place in her mouth is taken by the next Biker, and so on. The girl has no time to scream or beg as her holes are stuffed non-stop. Soon thick white spunk drips and oozes along her swollen lips. Her inner thighs are bruised deep blue and black from all the rough fucking by the Men using her and emptying in her.

As we watch, the maid and i are busy fingering each other to a frenzy, but i can not understand what the meaning of the ritual is.

Finally when all Members have spurted Their load in her snatch, They move on to the next phase.

The maid whispers to me, that this girl is from another village. Maybe she was abducted, or maybe she wandered into the village of this gang, anyhow, as long as she can recall, a ritual would be performed before she was dumped back in her village. The maid adds that each village has a different "signature" to this ritual.

Now i see that all the gang Members have put their big wood trackers knives into the fire. One by one They take Their knives from the fire and make a little cut in the skin of the girl, not a wound, not to permanently injure her or scar her, but just to cause horrible pain.

Her body trembles, her head thrashes and she screams from the horrible pain They are inflicted on her. Soon all her body is criss-crossed with small cuts, deep red from the burning heat of the metal.

Now, when her body is full covered of small cuts, They stop, leaving the poor
girl crying and screaming in her bonds.

The girls cunt is still gaping from the multiple penetrations there is still a little sperm trail dripping. The Leader of the gang takes a glowing ember from the fire in his leather gloved hand, takes a step towards her and shoves the burning hot wood into her cunt. The sizzling sound of the boiling seed can just be heard over by her screams. Her hips buck in frenzied thrashing movements, but she still looks so sexy in her agony. Her eyes bulge, her head thrashes fro side to side and she screams herself hoarse. Suddenly her head lolls backwards as she falls into the merciful release of unconsciousness.

The maid and i sneak away to my little cottage, where we continue our horny play by inserting a long double ended dildo in our needy cunts, interlacing our legs and bucking our loins against each other.

~~~~~~~~~~~


Some weeks later, i am ordered to prepare myself for a special party in the House. Well, i know what that means! But i do as i am ordered. Showered, made up, perfumed, a long clingy satin dress, black hold-up stockings and a half cup bra to push my tits up, and present my nipples; but, of course, no panties.


As i check myself in the mirror, i cant help but think that i might be a whore but at least i look like a high class whore. The truth, of course, is very different; i am the very cheapest of whores, one who is available for anyone to fuck but who does not receive one cent!


The Bodyguard, the one who administered my last punishment whipping, comes to collect me and i can tell from the growing bulge in the front of His trousers that He likes what He sees.


He only has to say the word and i will drop to my knees and suck Him, or bend over and spread my legs so that He can fuck me. What a slut i have become; knowing there is a roomful of Men waiting to use me and i want this Mans Cock… now!

As always, i feel happy as i enter the comfortable living room in His Lordships mansion. At once, i see that the room is full of about 20-25 Men, powerful, wealthy, governors and politicians. Some are in Their late twenties, Others are older, maybe even 70.

Except for the maid, there are no other females. The maid is dressed in a short skirt and a light sheer blouse. The Bodyguard leads me to my Lord who is standing with His back to the fireplace. “Ah,” He says, “Many of you already… erm… know cumface. For those who dont, let me say that she is here entirely for your pleasure. You may use her as you wish. And if you need to get a little rough with her, then that is permitted, within reason. Bruise her but please dont break her.”


His Lordship goes on to say that it is strictly forbidden to harass the maid, “she is here to serve drinks, cocktails and snacks and other food. This party is organized to use cumface for what she is; a multiple purpose whore.” Then turning to me, He tells me to remove my dress.


Reaching behind my back, i release the zip and allow the bodice to slide down around my waist, then i ease it over my hips and it glides down my legs to the floor and i stand almost naked.


Being a lone nude woman in a room full of fully clothed Men is something i have become accustomed to. Knowing that every one of the Men want me is both flattering and exciting. Some of Them who have not seen me before may be momentarily shocked by the scars on my body from previous whippings and brandings, but i am sure that only increases Their lust. They know that They can do things to me that They would never consider doing to Their wives or girlfriends; i am Their darkest fantasy in the flesh.


When i bend to pick up the dress, my Lord says, “Leave it,” and points to an elderly Man sitting close by. “Start there. Beg Him to allow you to suck Him.”


Before i have even take one step, He orders, “cumface, down.” Knowing what He expects, i drop to my hands and knees and crawl slowly and as sensuously as i can to the Man. Then, kneeling before Him, i say, “Please Sir, may this unworthy slut have the great honour of sucking Your Cock?”


Of course, He consents and soon my head is bobbing up and down as i use all my oral skills to please Him.

The evening starts slowly, as i crawl from one Man to another sucking here, a hand job there; mainly the older Men at first. But as the evening proceeds and the whisky and brandy flow, things start to warm up. The stockings had lasted no time at all; tearing as had crawled to the first Man, they are now down around my knees. The bra goes now; as i kneel suckling on the disappointingly small Cock and licking the balls of a horrible big fat Man, hands grope at my tits and then unfasten and strip off the bra.


Then, as I am on all fours deep-throating a fat Cock, another Man straddles me from behind and pistons my open cunt, a third Man is groping and clawing my dangling udders. It looks like being a long night, with so many men to service, and some of the older Men so hard to get to cum in spite of my very best efforts. 

The younger Men are getting more involved; some are naked too, and the positions get more heated. One man lies on His back on the thick carpet and i ride Him face to face. A second goes on His knees behind me and while the Man beneath me holds His arms around me to keep me down, He manages to shove His fat Prick in my cunt, stretching me painfully, my first double penetration in my cunt. But it is not done yet. Number Three straddles me, and while Number Two arches back, Number Three manoeuvres His Cock into my arse, which makes me moan and groan from lust, pain and humiliation.

"Three in two, that was not done in golf," someone shouts.

"It can be better," someone replied.

And indeed, two Men take position in front of me. While i gasp for air, the First shoves His Cock into my mouth, then both hold my jaws wide open and another Cock is shoved into my mouth.


"Yeah, five in three!” cries one of the Men while many hands grope and pinch at my udders and buttocks. If it wasnt for the fact that it is happening to me, i would not have believed this was possible.

And so the party goes on. All different positions and many Men using my holes, demanding all different services of me. Balls of gob are spit onto my tongue just before yet another hard Cock slides over it deep into my gullet. Cocks go from my cunt or my ass to my mouth, where i taste my own spicy taste.


Several times i notice astrid, the maid, watching as i am being used. But when i try to catch her eye, she just looks away.


On and on it goes, Men constantly at me, Their Cocks in my cunt, my ass and my mouth. Cum is dribbling down my thighs and is coating my chin and my chest. So many Cocks; my cunt, ass and throat are all terribly sore. But the Men dont care; i am here only for Their pleasure and They make the most of it, using me over and over again. There are strings of spunk in my hair and then one Man holds my eyes open while another wanks His Cock in front of my face until He sprays His jizz over my face and into my eyes; making them sting terribly. Several enjoy shooting Their loads onto my tongue and making me show it to Them before i swallow it down. And i obediently thank Them for Their delicious gift to me.


Eventually, the room starts to empty as the Men drift off home, leaving me lying exhausted on the floor.


But then when They have all gone, A dog leash is clipped to my collar, i am tugged to my feet  and led down to the basement where i understand only too well that the party is far from over.

When W/we enter the dungeon, the place of torture, pain but lust too, i gasp as i see astrid, the maid. She is suspended by her wrists, arms and legs spread wide, with her tiptoes barely touching the floor. Her head is fully enclosed with a leather hood, with only a hole for her nose, the patches for the eyes closed. It is very sad for the maid, as i know that she is into rough sex, but she is not a pain slut like me. Then i spot Lady Angel, the sadistic Lady friend of my Lord, and a Man who seems to be a doctor and resembles with the old Doctor i know so well. Is He perhaps the son and the old Man dead?


They have already started with the maid. Starting from her belly button They have pinched together her skin and pierced it with needles, down to her mound and further down to her cunt lips. Each cunt lip has been pierced with the same needle, but in between there is a little knob preventing the lips from closing together. The sharp ends would prick her inner thighs should she try to close her legs. It looks like a kind of zipper. From the three needles between her cunt lips They had hung weights, and not small weights: the lips are stretched down almost to the point of being torn off. Clearly astrid is in a lot of pain, her head is thrashing, her breath panting, and her upper legs trembling. Instinctively she is trying to squat in order to have the weights rest on the floor. Just behind her areolas there are two skewers piercing her tit flesh, one vertical, the other horizontal in each little tit. As i approach closer, i can see more of the torments the maid has suffered, or still has to, as there are two electrical wires disappearing into her cunt.

When i am standing in front of the trapped maid, They open the eye patches of the mask so astrid can see me. In that brief moment, i try to comfort the maid with my eyes, as i know from my own experience that They would ensure that she will suffer a lot of pain.


They lead me to the stretching rack which is adjacent to the where the maid is bound. They lay me on my back, lock my ankles in the wooden block, and pull my wrists above my head in the grooves of the wooden block. Without waiting, They turn the wheel, pulling my limbs taut; my legs, spread wide are stretched to the extreme, nearly dislocating my hips. And still slowly notch by notch They continue to stretch me. Under the pulling tension, my wrists hurt terribly and i thrashed my head from side to side, howling from the excruciating agony. They pierce me at the base of each nipple, just behind my nipple rings, using a skewer and then with a rope led to an overhead beam my tits are pulled and stretched until they stand out like two cones from my chest. Arching my back in a vain attempt to relieve some of the agony has no effect as They simply tighten the ropes even more and this makes the pain even worse as i cannot arch my back for very long and when i sink back down the ropes pull even more on my poor tits.

A square wooden pole is forced into my cunt, still well lubed and supple from the multiple fucks, so that is not the most difficult part. Once inside, the tip banging painfully against my cervix, They nail my pussy lips to the wooden pole. At the other end of the stick, a ring is mounted, a rope leads through it, and is attached to the stretching wheel. The stick is pulled, stretching and nearly tearing off my cunt lips.


The Torturers are clearly well trained, experienced and inventive. Beside me, the maid is flogged on her front and back with different whips. In between, They shock her with heavy electrical jolts. The skewers in her somewhat tits are turned until it must feel as if they are being torn off. Her head tilted backwards, she bellows from the terrible pain.


Above astrids writhing body, They splatter a hot burning kind of pitch. Some of the burning drops land on me and leave a burning spot on my skin. The cries and screams of both of us sluts fills the basement. The Men and Lady Angel are obviously excited and aroused as They work over our sweating, writhing bodies. Using a cat o' nine tails flogger, a taser, a cattle prod or simple electrical wires, They inflict maximum agony on us. A rubber bit is stuffed in each of our mouths to prevent us from biting off our own tongues as we suffer horrible tortures.


They roar with laughter as the maid loses control and pisses herself. All possible ways are used to inflicted pain on us, pincers and pliers on our tits in an endless game of tormenting Their two victims.


At last our legs are released. But then my legs are lifted, spread wide and bound to a dangling bar. Soon, They are all penetrating my holes; dry leather sheaths with some metal knobs or pins are used to ensure that i feel no pleasure; only more pain. The legs of the maid are spread and bound to poles. Lady Angel takes her in the arse with a strap-on dildo and some of the Men also fuck her there.


In the middle of this degrading fucking act, one of the Men comes with a white hot iron brand and burns the figure 23 on her mound. Drooling and totally out of control, she howls from terrible pain, a Man still pistoning deep in her arse from behind.


Finally we are released and we collapse into each other, interlacing our legs, someone mockingly saying, "Now you are twin sisters."


Just before we both sink into the darkness of unconsciousness, the maid whispers in my ear, "i am the mother of one of the childs."

 




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