Chapter 7 - The Abduction
We woke next day to the sound of knocking on our door. The receptionist handed
me a tray loaded with our breakfast when I opened the door. She gave me an
embarrassed look, no doubt as a result of sow's actions of the previous evening.
We sat down ate the table and hungrily consumed a hearty breakfast. Once we had
finished eating we dressed, for the last time I hoped, in our ridiculously
skimpy costumes. We had to go into town to buy some make-up to compliment the
bizarre costumes we were to wear to the "heavy" club.
Sow selected the lipsticks, mascaras, nail polishes, and other cosmetics we
required. I must admit I was quite excited by this as I had not worn make-up
since my banishment, and longed for the sensations of humiliation that being
made up like a woman had always brought to the surface in me. We returned to our
motel at about mid afternoon and showered, and in my case, shaved carefully, in
readiness for the donning of our sexy outfits.
The moment had arrived. I laid out our costumes on the bed, and decided that I
would dress sow first, and then she could take care of me. The submissive girl's
eyes shone with excitement. I started off by lightly dusting sow's legs with
talcum powder and then smoothing the fine, scarlet latex stockings up her
gorgeous limbs. The tops of the hose reached to just past the mid points of
sow's full, smooth thighs. I could tell from the dreamy expression on her
beautiful face that the girl loved the erotic sensations of the sensuous
material on her skin.
Next I draped the main ensemble of the costume over sow's shoulders. I drew a
pair of thin leather straps through her legs, and loosely fastened them to
others running down her back from her neck. I then fastened the straps that
enclosed her torso, one just below her huge tits, and the other just above her
belly button. This allowed me to concentrate on the two really erotic items of
what was essentially a body harness of polished black leather. I attended to her
massive, lovely tits first. The strap that enveloped her torso below those
jutting mounds was equipped, in the front, with two combinations of shiny,
black, stretch velour material, and multiple tiny leather straps, tapes really,
for they were too thin to be called straps.
The velour tubes, attached to the upper torso strap close to the chest, were
about three inches in diameter, and an equal size in length. I took the first
one and went to work. I stretched the tube open as widely as my strength would
allow, and then began to work it onto the mound of sow's large, creamy tit. Once
I had the tube over the top half of the mound I set about working it down to the
base. It took some time, such is the sheer size of the tit, but eventually it
was in place. It enclosed the wide base of the breast and squeezed its firm
flesh quite strongly. This, of course, caused the balloon of tit meat that
protruded from the other end of the tube to swell, and bulge lewdly, the nipple
at its end also swelling and hardening with the pressure applied by the
elasticity of the velour tube. I quickly repeated the action with sow's other
huge udder, and then went around to her back and tightened the strap to which
the velour cylinders were attached, ensuring that they were not able to slip
forward on her smooth, creamy tit flesh.
Moving back around to the front of her body, I went to work on the remainder of
the preparations associated with her tits. Two small velour tubes were now
resting against the already stiffened meat of her big nipples These were only
about an inch in both diameter and length, and four thin, supple leather tapes
attached them to the stretched cylinders now squeezing the bases of her massive
mounds so tightly, hung quite loosely over her bulging tit flesh. I worked the
two smaller elasticised tubes over each of the swollen teats until they tightly,
but sensuously, squeezed the tit meat just below the bases of the teats. I
quickly drew each of the tiny straps tight and fixed them in place, so that they
could serve their design purpose, to keep the velour tubes in place below the
teats from slipping up over them.
"Oh, piglet, darling," sow breathed in obvious excitement, "What a deliciously
clever harness. My tits feel so good, and my teats are tingling with pleasure."
I stood back and inspected the results of my efforts. The bizarre harness did
indeed enhance the sexiness, and delightful submissiveness, of sow's gorgeous
big tits. The tubes squeezing their bases caused the bare portions of the
enormous mounds to bulge erotically, and the tiny black leather straps
connecting those large tubes to the smaller ones below her teats enhanced the
sheer seductiveness of the quasi bondage effect. The teats themselves were, by
now, fully stiffened, and had swelled deliciously. I could just imagine how the
harness was affecting sow, both physically and psychologically.
To complete the adornment of her tits I took two quite heavy cut glass pendants
with rings attached. I placed each of these through her pierced teats so that
the pendants hung from her stiff nipples seductively. The whole affect was one
of pure erotic sensuality. I smiled at sow, then knelt at her feet, telling her
to spread her legs. I drew the final two straps of the body harness through her
legs, taking extreme care in their positioning. Each strap was carefully placed
on either side of the long, plump lips of her exquisite pussy. The insides of
these straps had been treated with a special, glue like substance that kept them
from slipping around on her smooth skin once they were in place. The two straps
crossed over on that section of flesh between the bottom where her pussy lips
joined, and her anal rosebud, then rose up, a few inches apart, up her
voluptuous bottom cheeks. I fixed these two straps to buckles on the strap
around her waist, pulling them tight enough to ensure that they would not slip.
The positioning of these two straps not only caused sow's pussy lips to pout,
but also split her svelte bottom cheeks seductively, although not widely enough
to actually bare her anus. Hanging from the front of the low slung waist strap
were six garters, evenly spaced, one hanging down the front of each thigh, one
down each hip, and the third down the centre of each buttock. I clipped each of
these to the tops of her latex hose. These garters were purely for show, of
course, as the rubber stockings were highly unlikely to slip down her legs due
to the nature of the material they were made of.
Two more items associated with the body harness, only, now remained to be
attended to. The first consisted of a circular ring of the same velour material
as the tit tubes. The top of this small circular shaped ring of material hung by
a single thin leather strap descending from the centre of the waist strap. I
pulled the ring of material down and attached the end of another, much smaller
strap, fixed to the other side of the circle, to a stud on the centre of the two
straps that crossed at the base of her crotch. Then I carefully positioned the
circle of velour around sow's plump pussy lips, brushing her fluffy pussy hair
out of the way so that the material made full contact with her soft skin. The
edges of the circle had also been treated with a sticky substance so that it too
could not slip, once pressed into place.
The edges of the velour circle had tiny cords embedded in them. I meticulously
pulled on these cords, and securely tied them off, trimming the excess string
off with a pair of manicure scissors sow had purchased with our make-up.
"Oooooh! That feels so sexy! I feel like my cunt has been turned inside out.
It's just gorgeous, darling piglet!" Sow cried. I looked at the picture her
pussy now made with sensual excitement, making my own blood rush. The circle of
material had caused the lips of her pussy to both scrunch up slightly, and, more
erotically, to seem to open out like a flower. The pressure caused the whole sex
to appear as if it was thrust forward in open, seductive invitation. Sow's
already stiffening girl prick was completely exposed, its head, and a small
length of it's stem protruding from its protective sheath of skin, and the
ragged edged mouth of her cunt pit gaped open lewdly.
I took another, slightly smaller pendant, and ran its tiny ring through the
piercing mid way down the stem of sow's semi erect girl prick. When in place
this little ring made sure that sow's clitoral stalk was kept exposed, and the
small glass bead hung down over the splayed open mouth of her pussy pit. The
whole effect was to both expose, and then highlight the interior meat of her
lovely pussy, and it certainly did that. Sow was beside herself with excitement
at the erotic picture her lovely body now made. She pirouetted in front of the
room's full length mirror, preening and prancing in delight. She looked like a
perfect erotic picture of sensual submission, and was obviously loving it.
I had just one more surprise for her, and set about revealing it. A single strap
was attached to the centre of her waist strap on her back. About an inch from
the other end of this strap a ten inch long, one inch thick dildo was fastened
to its inside. I sucked the smooth plastic length of the dildo into my mouth to
wet its surface, and then slipped my face into the split between sow's lovely
bottom cheeks and tongued the spicy ring of her rosebud anus to moisten, and
loosen it. I then drove the full length of the dildo into her rectum, eliciting
a small squeal of both surprise and delight from her. Once the dildo was fully
inside her, I attached the other end of the strap to a stud next to the one that
held her pussy presenter in place.
This completed the main preparations of sow's costuming. After admiring herself
for a few more minutes in the mirror, and assailing me with how sexy and
submissive she felt, we started on my attire. In truth, my costume was identical
to sow's in most respects. There was no tit harness, of course, in its place
were two circles of stretch velour which, when in place on my chest, circled my
nipples. I too had an identical set of cut glass pendants attached to my nipples
through their piercings. The weight of the pendants dangling from my small teats
made them both stiffen, and tingle with pleasure.
In place of the circle that spread open sow's beautiful pussy, my costume had
three connected stretch velour circlets. One was about two inches long, and a
three quarters of an inch in diameter. The other two were only an inch long, and
about the same diameter. Sow worked studiously, feeding each of my fat testicles
through the two smaller circlets. When she had finished, and after she had
worked my pubic hair out of the way, my balls bulged obscenely, and were widely
separated. They looked like two completely separate knobs of white meat. She
then worked the other tube of stretch material over my limp prick, working it
down to the base of the long thick stem. She then caressed my sex stalk until it
was fully erect and hard. When in place the collar of stretch material squeezed
the base of my prick tightly, but not uncomfortably so, and, of course, served
its purpose, to ensure that my cock remained erect.
When she had finished my cock and balls were presented, in erotic sexual
arousal, and in a sensual form of symbolic bondage. She completed her
preparation of my genitals by hanging another cut glass pendant from the
piercing immediately behind my fat, swollen cock head. I was filled with
deliciously submissive sensations, that were only enhanced when sow drove a
dildo deeply into my tight arsehole, and connected its strap between my legs,
trapping the long plastic prick in my arsehole. I inspected my bizarrely adorned
body, and shivered with erotic delight at the bizarre picture it presented. My
legs encased in thin, sensuous, latex stockings with their sexy garters, my
stiff little nipples accentuated by the circles of material surrounding them,
and sexily decorated with the titillating pendants, and most of all, the
completely wanton fashion in which my balls, and aroused cock were exhibited.
I brushed out sow's long blonde hair until it shone lustrously, and then tied it
into a pony tail at the very top of her head. I then worked a tight latex rubber
full head discipline helmet over her head. The helmet had a small opening at its
apex through which I drew her long pony tail. I adjusted the edges of the fine
latex covering around her beautiful face until it was the only part of her head
that was visible. When I was satisfied sow's head and most of her neck was
completely covered in scarlet latex, with only her facial features bare. The
effect was electrifying. She looked utterly erotic, and submissively bizarre.
Sow repeated the favour and soon my head was enclosed in its scarlet latex
envelope, and my long hair hung down from its pony tail. Sow then sat me down,
insisting that she was going to attend to my make-up first. First she applied a
layer of foundation make-up all over my face, transforming its skin into a
smooth white state. She then applied a light dusting of rouge to my cheek bones,
accentuated them beautifully. Sow then went to work on my eyes. A heavy dusting
of black eye shadow was applied to my eyelids and then starkly outlined in
silver, then my eye lashes were treated to a rich coating of mascara, and
finally my eyebrows were carefully plucked and shaped with eyebrow pencil.
Sow then finished off her job by painting my lips with shocking pink lip gloss
which she outlined in glossy black. She spent an indeterminate amount of time
touching my face up, wanting the make-up job to be perfect in every respect.
Only when she was finally satisfied, did she allow me to inspect her work. I
looked at my face in the mirror with waves of erotic excitement causing my heart
to pound. The clever vixen had transformed my male features completely. My face
now looked like that of an attractive woman, in fact, I suspect anyone seeing my
face only, would swear that I was a girl, albeit a wanton slut of a one, such
was the heavy, whorish nature of the make over.
Sow then took my place on the chair, and I went to work on her lovely face. We
were both quite expert in applying cosmetics, a result of the training of our
previous owners who both insisted that our appearances should not only clearly
represent our status as sex slaves, but also to be technically perfect. One of
my duties to my old Mistress was also, of course, to perform as her personal
beautition. By the time I had finished with sow's face, it was made up
identically to my own. We both looked at ourselves in the mirror, and sow, ever
the mocker, petulantly complained that I looked like a sexier girl than she did.
We painted each others fingernails with scarlet polish to complete our cosmetic
jobs and then strapped each others almost impossibly high heeled pumps on. We
spent almost all of the next half an hour teetering around in the bizarre shoes,
until we were at least able to move at a reasonable pace without falling flat on
our faces. I didn't want it to take forever for us to walk to the club, so we
practiced diligently. It was, of course, really a refresher course in walking in
ridiculously high heels for us, both having had to move about in such footwear
almost constantly in our earlier captivity.
We were now ready for our cataclysmic encounter. I looked at the clock and found
that we still had three hours to kill before it would be time to leave for the
club. Having taken so much care with our preparations, we were loath to do
anything to spoil our appearance, so we were in for a few hours of boredom. Sow
wanted us to go into town to show ourselves off, but I reminded her that we
would certainly be arrested if seen in the street looking like we did, so we
settled for ordering a room service meal.
I insisted that sow don her neck to ankle cloak when a knock on the door
heralded the arrival of our food. I hid in the bathroom while she took care of
the delivery boy. I tried to explain to her that I had only hidden as a
precautionary measure, but she insisted, in her normal teasing fashion, that I
hid because I was embarrassed by my bizarre appearance. We took our time over
our meal, and ate every last scrap of food, essentially because we could not be
sure how long it may be before we were able to eat again, especially if
everything went as planned.
After we finished our meal we only had an hour to kill, and sow tried to cajole
me into having us leave early so that we could parade up and down the street,
and send everyone mad with jealousy of our sexy attire. I laughed as I pointed
out to sow that our cloaks were going to hide our lewdly decorated bodies while
we walked to the club, so we had nothing to gain, and, on a more serious note, a
lot to lose if anything happened to us that might spoil our careful
preparations, and therefore, perhaps, jeapodise our chances of being picked out
by the mysterious Master. Sow had to fight against her immediate need to satisfy
her strong exhibitionist tendencies, and the longer term longing for us to find
someone to cater to our craving for sexual servitude, and, of course, the
strong, new urges we both had to satisfy our burgeoning masochistic leanings.
Fortunately the latter won out, and she at least paid lip service to patience.
Finally, it was time to leave. Sow took the pair of cuffs she had so wantonly
had us obtain, and locked one onto her wright wrist. She then locked the other
onto my left, secreting the key in the velour tube that captured the base of her
left tit, saying in all seriousness, "This, darling piglet, should make anyone
who shows an interest in us that we come as a pair". I'm sure both our hearts
pounded with the same intensity, a mixture of fear, anticipation, and longing as
we prepared to leave. I took enough money from my wallet to cover the entrance
fee to the club, then took a little more in case the costs had risen following
the renovations. Better to be safe than sorry. We left everything else in our
room as it should be if we planned to return, which, of course, we might well
have had to, if things didn't pan out as hoped. We donned our volumous cloaks,
and ventured forth with hopeful expectations.
We walked, painfully slowly at first on our ridiculously high heeled shoes, but
increasing our pace as we grew more and more accustomed to the awkwardness. When
we reached a small bridge over a stream sow stopped us. She reached into her
cloak and retrieved the key to our cuffs, and threw it into the swirling waters.
I commented with mock sarcasm, "I suppose a bridge is an appropriate place to
burn your bridges." Sow made a face at me, then made her usual cantankerous
rejoinder, "You're never getting rid of my now, are you, little piglet?" We went
on our way. It took us a good half an hour to reach the club, and I was relieved
to find that it had re-opened as promised. It would have ben just too much if
the renovations had taken longer than expected, and we had had to return to out
motel, having wasted our preparations. Sow, I suspect, would not have been so
downhearted, after all, it would have meant the bolt cutters for our cuffs, and
that would have meant getting another pair, wouldn't it?
It was just as well that I took the precaution of bringing extra cash for the
price of entry had indeed gone up, the excuse for the rise being the added
attractions the renovated establishment now offered. "Even heavier", was the
comment of the thug guarding the door who took our money. The effect of our
costumes, even when almost completely hidden from view, was obvious on his face,
and in his reaction, "You two girls are going to just love it inside, especially
if you're as submissive as those getups promise." I blushed in embarrassment,
the man had taken me for a female without a second thought, the delicious
sensation of humiliation that coursed through me was just like that I had always
experienced when my former Mistress had made me into a girl, for my erotic
shame, and her own pleasure in having forced me to do it.
I was looking around for a place to stow our cloaks when sow tugged excitedly at
my arm, and pointed out an large notice board to me. It announced that one of
the attractions for the night was to be a fashion parade for submissive
costuming, "Let's enter that, darling piglet," She cried in a voice laced with
excitement, "It'll be a delicious way for us to show off our gorgeously sexy
uniforms." I flushed with delightful shame at this obviously humiliating
suggestion. I had hoped to have the opportunity to show off my bizarre attire in
a slightly less public, and attention drawing fashion. It is true that I was
slowly getting back into the habit of subjecting myself to erotic humiliation,
but it had been so long since this style of wanton degradation had been a way of
life to me, that I still harboured a superficial resistance to letting myself
go, uninhibitedly, in such shaming fashion.
Not so, the delicious sow. She was an unabashed, and consummate exhibitionist,
and simply adored flaunting her voluptuous charms whenever she got the
opportunity. It is also fair to point out that sow, as a beautiful girl, found
it easy to parade her sensuous charms adorned in bizarre, but feminine finery
while I, a male, found that wearing so obviously feminine attire brought its own
special brand of embarrassment, something she had never experienced. I had
always been jealous of women in this respect. It seems that society had granted
the female exclusive rights to the sexiest, and most erotic means of decorating
their bodies, while condemning the male to the mundane and functional. That is
why, I suppose, I had always harboured a particular delight in being forced to
display my body in erotic feminine finery.
Sow, taking the lead now, had soon located the person in charge of the parade.
The leather clad woman proved reluctant to sow's request, stating that the card
for the parade was already full. She had reckoned without sow's persistence
however, and was subjected to one of the lewd little slut's best performances of
wheedling and pleading. Eventually the exasperated woman gave in, but warned sow
that she would whip our arses most cruelly if we were not up to the standard she
expected, in either the nature of our attire, or in the submissive manner with
which we displayed it.
Sow returned her attention to me, a look of superior triumph on her face, as if
to say, I told you so. I, in the meantime had been scanning the establishment
for a space for us, and had found an empty love seat quite close to the stage.
We quickly moved over to this seat, before anyone else could take it. I noted
that our strange appearance was attracting plenty of attention from some of the
other patrons, and smiled to myself while speculating at what their reactions
may have been had they been able to see us without our cloaks.
Almost as soon as we were comfortably seated, the first showing of the parade of
slaves was announced. The first slave to show off his stuff was a male modelling
the latest in cock and ball sheaths. The young male was entirely nude, and his
arms were held behind his back, captured in an arm binder laced from armpits to
finger tips. In his smoothly shaven crotch his cock and balls were completely
encased in shiny black leather. His prick was obviously in full erection. Its
entire length was enclosed in its sheath, including the bulging head. The
leather was obviously thin and supple, and fitted him like a second skin. The
tiny laces cris crossing the length of it adding to the visually erotic design
of the sheath. The male's balls were also laced tightly into a small leather
pouch, and bulged sexily at the base of his erection. The young man pranced back
and forth across the stage, undulating his hips like a seasoned stripper, and
thrusting his leather enclosed cock and balls at the watching audience, while a
popular song was played on the clubs sound system.
This man left the stage at the end of the song to a smattering of applause. He
was followed by three female performers who modelled a variety of submissively
erotic attire, with varying levels of sensual expertise. It was all really quite
tame, I thought, and from the look on sweet sow's beautiful face, I could tell
that she felt the same. During a short break in the parade I took the
opportunity to scan the rest of the room. I noted that the negro couple were in
attendance. The huge black woman had a naked, white, male slave kneeling before
her, his bare bottom cheeks raised high, and swaying lewdly. She was idle
slapping the waving cheeks with a leather strap every few moments, and their
skin had already taken on a slightly rosy hue. Her partner merely sat in a chair
next to her, sipping on a drink.
Some other dominant patrons were subjecting naked, or near naked slaves to a
variety of relatively mild punishments. Obviously, this early into the night the
players were just warming up, and it seemed that none of the ornate, and quite
intricately designed bondage apparatus were as yet being used. Certainly none of
the quite cruel punishment instruments were in use as yet. I also noted, with
some disappointment, that the weird Master had not made an appearance as yet.
The first performance, after the parade of slaves resumed, happened to be the
negro Master's personal slave girl. She pranced onto the stage to the music of a
suggestive song. She wore a body harness of scarlet leather straps that only
served to enhance her nudity, presenting her fat tits in lewdly, squeezing their
bases so that they swelled and bounced sensuously, and framing her smooth
skinned mound sexily, highlighting her Master's recently applied brand. The sexy
little slave pranced and frolicked back and forth, shaking her tits and rotating
her plump bottom erotically, and making a show of flaunting her branded sex
mound at the watchers. Her performance was met with slightly more enthusiastic
applause from the audience, when the music finally heralded the completion of
her performance.
The next three acts were all male slaves modelling a variety of cock presenting
and accentuating items. I was quite shocked to see that none of the slave's
sported a stiff cock during his act. I could not understand how a male slave
could bear to flaunt himself before his superiors with a limp prick. To me it
was disgustingly disrespectful to dominants when a male slave did not show his
excitement, and gratitude at being in their presence, by displaying a stiff
prick, not only to display clear evidence of this, but also purely for their
visual entertainment. I was beginning to wonder about this so called "heavy
club".
At the end of this trio of acts it was announced that there would be another
short break, and then the final two acts of the parade would be staged. It was
obvious that sow was disappointed by the tame nature of the displays put on to
date, not to mention yet another delay before we were to be given our
opportunity to entertain. She was of the same opinion as I about the slovenly
performance of most of the slaves who had performed to this time. She said to me
that we had better be prepared to add some submissive class to proceedings, or
the dominants would not be getting anything like their moneys worth. I could but
agree.
The penultimate act began. I was both surprised, and shocked to see that it
featured the transsexual from the Bondage Cafe. I had obviously assumed that the
deliciously erotic creature with the mouth wateringly beautiful cock and balls
was a dominant. He/she had certainly played that role at the bizarre cafe. The
recognition that I had served so submissively and intimately, another slave,
caused me to shiver with delicious mortification. The gorgeous sexual animal was
dressed in one of the sexiest, and most erotic costumes of silk and lace that I
could ever remember having seen. It must have cost a fortune, both to make, and
to adorn with the clusters of gems that decorated its flowing robes.
The front of the costume was split from waist to ankle, revealing the
transsexual's long lovely legs, clad in sheer silk pastel pink hose with scarlet
satin garters. His/her beautiful prick, stiff and erect I'm happy to say, stood
out from a scarlet satin flower arrangement at the centre of which the lovely
balls rested. The perfectly shaped head of the prick had been painted with pale
pink gloss, and looked utterly delicious. From a tiny collar enclosing the cock
stem, just below the painted glans hung numerous glittering gems. The overall
effect was wonderfully erotic, and somehow radiated a special kind of
submissiveness.
The transsexual's torso was fitted with lace trimmed satin that reached right up
to his/her slender neck. Two lace edged cut outs allowed the full, smooth globes
of his/her tits to jut out freely, and clusters of glistening gems hung from her
stiff teats. The gorgeous creature spun around and we saw that his/her body was
covered, from neck to ankle in the same sensual material, except that his/her
pert bottom cheeks protruded, bare and smooth. The lovely transsexual danced and
erotic dance for us, enticingly flaunting his/her incredible sexuality with
obvious pride and lust.
I winced in pain when sow pinched the tip of my prick hard through the material
of my cloak, "I still can't believe you got to suck on that beautiful cock last
night, and I didn't!" She whispered petulantly. Then on a more serious note she
continued, "We're going to have to be at our sluttish, and submissive best to
outshine this performance, little piglet, so you had better get in the mood!" I
didn't need any urging, I can tell you. My blood was racing, and my prick
throbbed with arousal. I was certainly primed to give my best, and most
delightfully submissive all, I was sure.
The applause that met the beautiful transsexual's performance end was easily the
loudest, and lasted the longest so far. My heart began to pound with excitement.
It was now our turn. The announcer slid up behind us and ordered, "Get ready,
sluts, and remember my warning!" She then asked us what music we would like, and
sow answered for us, requesting a sexy number we both knew well. With pulse
racing we stood up and walked to the stairs that led up onto the stage. We
waited in the wings while we were being announced, and then pranced onto the
stage when our music started, and into the spotlight, like two playful little
girls, swishing our long pony tails, and swaying our hips exaggeratedly under
our cloaks.
After having traversed the length of the stage three times in this fashion, to
titillate the interest of the audience, we retreated to its rear, and faced away
from the viewers. We then unclasped our cloaks, and allowed them to slowly, and
teasingly drift down to the floor. At the same time we sexily undulated our bare
bottoms, bending forward to present the smooth cheeks to the audience. Still
erotically waving our bare bottoms we edged our way forward until we were again
nearing the front edge of the stage. "Now!" sow whispered to me.
We turned through one eighty degrees, until we faced the crowd. The sight of our
bizarrely decorated bodies brought gasps of delight from sections of the
audience. We remained stock still for a few bars of the music, and then began to
dance once again. We undulated and ground our hips sensuously, and rutted our
crotches at the viewers with lewd and lascivious abandon. Sow's wantonly
presented pussy flashed at them, and her girl prick was as stiff as steel, with
its pendant swinging alluringly with her sensuous movements.
My rock hard prick swayed erotically, and my bulging balls ached with pleasure.
Sow shook her mountainous tits at the excited gathering. Our heavily made up
faces wore grins of pure lascivious pride as our lecherously gyrating bodies
moved back and forth on the stage in perfect time to the music. At this point my
blood was boiling, and my mind was overcome with the sweet sensations of shame
and sexual humiliation. I was back where I belonged, surrendering my sexuality
to others like the wanton whore and lewd slut I had always remained. Sow, I'm
sure, felt exactly the same, I knew how she adored debasing her beautiful body
for the pleasure of others. She would be in paradise.
We continued our erotic performance until the music finally stopped. There was
complete silence as we bowed low at the end of our performance, then applause
broke out, and seemed to drown out every other sound around us. The clapping
lasted for what must have been minutes before it began to ebb. Sow and I took
continuous bows, between encore bouts of lascivious gyrating, all the time. When
the applause had finally ended, and i stared out into the club my heart leapt,
and a surge of adrenalin flashed through my veins. The bizarre Master was
standing at the rear of the room gazing intently at us. He was, of course,
flanked by the two leather uniformed men that I had been informed always
attended him.
I was mesmerised, and was only able to tear my eyes away when I felt sow tugging
at my cuffed wrist. I made to go to the back of the stage, so that we could
retrieve our cloaks, but sow would have none of it. Our bizarrely adorned bodies
were exposed now, and they were going to remain so, as far as she was concerned.
I, somewhat reluctantly, acceded to her insistence, and we left the stage and
resumed our seats. Sow reached into my lap and squeezed the stalk of my
throbbing prick, "That was just lovely, piglet, darling," She breathed, "I was
so excited I actually though that I would come. My pussy is as wet as can be,
and my girl prick is so stiff that it is aching with pleasure."
I listened to her erotic chatter for a few seconds and then leant over and
whispered to her, "He's here, darling. No! Don't look around! We don't want to
make him suspicious. Make him aware that we know about him. It might make him
wary of our intentions. Come here, I'll give you a big hug, then you can have a
look at him." I took sow in my arms and, after kissing her lips gently, pulled
her close so that her face could rest on my shoulder. I began to describe the
Master to her so that she could pick him out, but she shushed me, saying she had
easily recognised him from my earlier descriptions. I held her close,
luxuriating at the sensation of her huge tits against my chest.
Sow remained in her position against my body, her fingers still sensually
caressing the hot, hard stalk of my stiff, aching cock. She had obviously found
something of interest going on behind us. I hoped that she was not attempting to
attract the Master's attention too obviously. My own attention was attracted by
renewed activity on the stage. The huge black Master, his fabulous prick
dangling heavily between his massive, leather clad thighs, had mounted the area,
dragging his tiny slave, nude as the day she was born, after him. Three naked
male slaves, all sporting stiff pricks, crawled up after them.
The club announcer's voice sounded over the intercom, "Ladies, gentlemen, and
slaves, you are now going to be treated to a spectacle of punishment, to be
followed by an exhibition of unbridled sexual lust and depravity. The lewd,
personal slut of one of our most popular, and well known Masters, has apparently
spent the last three days begging and pestering him to allow her to be subjected
to the complete sexual experience that is commonly known as `Being taken around
the world' which I'm sure you all realise involves a slut being fucked in all of
her orifices, cunt, arsehole, and, of course, mouth. The Master, having finally
become totally exasperated by the continual wheedling of his slut, agreed to her
lewd plea, with a couple of provisos of his own thrown in. Firstly he has
decreed that she be fucked in all her depraved holes all right, but
simultaneously, not one after the other, as she had hoped, and that she would be
required to do all the work. Before she is granted this privilege she is to
receive a full body whipping from her Master, for annoying him so impudently,
and so persistently."
The sound system fell silent, its noise being replaced with a growing buzz of
excitement from the gathered crowd. Sow struggled softly in my arms, trying to
turn her body around so that she could see the goings on, on the stage. It was
obviously going to be more entertaining than anything she had been watching
behind us. I loosened my hold on her, and allowed her to settle in close to me,
one of her soft warm thighs crossing one of mine. Her hand did not break contact
with my prick, however, despite her movements. I allowed one hand to drop into
the juncture of her splayed thighs, and tenderly petted the tip of her rock hard
girl prick, but not erotically enough to risk bringing her to orgasm. We had
pledged, after our last bout of sexual gymnastics in the motel room, that we
would not climax through our own free will until we were taken in hand by
dominants unless, of course, we were unlucky enough not to be taken in hand on
this night.
The tiny slave on the stage had her lovely nudity strapped to an adjustable
bondage rack. The design of the rack was such that her body would be presented,
defenceless and vulnerable in a number of different postures that would allow
each of the sensitive parts of her anatomy to be punished in turn. The first
posture she was placed in presented her shapely bottom to her punisher, its
lovely cheeks split wide, baring the intimate hole of her cute arse ring. The
magnificent negro Master took up a long thin cane. He wasted no time in
delivering ten stinging strokes to the perfect cheeks of the slave's arse,
causing her to shriek shrilly with hurt.
He threw down the vicious cane, and patted the well striped arse cheeks lovingly
with one hand while retrieving a supple jockey's whip with the other. Ten
savagely dealt out strokes cracked into the chasm between those heavily striped
bottom slabs, eliciting fresh squeals of pain from the suffering slave. The
brutal strokes were delivered with extreme precision, ensuring that the whip's
lash sliced into the slave's anal ring with each one. This whip was then
discarded, and the sobbing slave's bound body re-positioned, so that her soft,
plump tits drooped out at waist level to her cruel owner.
The Master took possession of a paddle of the same type the club doorman had
used on sow's bottom the night before. He was soon busy battering his slave's
defencelessly hanging tits with the paddle. His torment of the soft, fleshy
globes caused then to dance around on her slender torso, and to redden markedly.
While her lovely tits were pounded the slave moaned in pain, and tears began to
course down her cheeks. A close look at her eyes, however, clearly showed that
she was adoring her suffering, they literally shone with delight. The Master
finally tired of thrashing his slut's burning udders, and her posture was again
changed.
This time her cruelly splayed crotch was presented for torment, the bald mound,
adorned with its spectacular brand, the spread open lips of her delicious young
pussy, the already dripping meat of the mouth of her cuntal tube, and, of
course, the tiny stalk of her stiff, throbbing girl prick, all open and totally
unprotected against the punishment about to be meted out to them. The cruel
Master took up a heavy leather strap first, and delivered a dozen stinging blows
with it to her branded mound. The suffering slave girl wailed in pure anguish at
the sheer intensity of her pain. But it was only just beginning.
Next the huge negro took hold of a wider, but equally heavily constructed strap.
He used this to pound the swollen cunt lips of his young slave, bruising her
sensitive and delicate flesh horrifically while he obviously enjoyed her
piercing shrieks of pain and misery. He threw down the strap and took up a final
implement of punishment, a long leather coated rod, with a snappy, six inch lash
at its tip. He grinned cruelly at his pain soaked slut, then brought the evil
whip lash down slicing its brutal lash deeply into the meat of her split open
sex gash. The wounded slave howled in agony.
The sadistic Master slashed his slave's gaping slit over and over. And her howls
of unadulterated agony reverberated around the otherwise silent club. By the
time he was finished the lash of his whip was soaked with the spicy juices of
the slut's drooling cuntal swamp. Her smooth mound was red in colour, her plump,
juicy twat flaps swollen and bruised, and the meat of her pain soaked trench
almost scarlet in colour, and despite the agony that had been so ruthlessly
inflicted on its delicate flesh, absolutely dripped with a flood of sexual
liquids.
While the savagely punished slave girl's chest heaved with racking sobs, and
rivers of tears of joy ran down her cheeks, the announcer reminded the audience
that the event still had a way to go, "Well, friends, I'll bet that has warmed
the wilful little slut up. Now let's see how enthusiastically she goes about
enjoying her depraved fucking!" A low slung, leather padded bench was dragged
into the centre of the stage. One of the male slaves then lay on his back on it,
and spread his thighs so that another of the slaves could kneel between his
legs. When in position the long, thick, stiff cocks of the two slaves arched out
from their shorn crotches closely enough together for the slut to accommodate
both at the same time in her wanton cunt and arse pits.
The third male slave stood at the other end of the bench, his rock hard prick
thrusting out from his groin sexily. While these preparations were taking place
the little slave girl performed for the audience. She stood facing outwards, her
hands clasped behind her head, and rolled her shoulders shaking her well
punished tits sensuously while, at the same time, undulating and rutting her
brutally whipped cunt at us in a display of sheer erotic depravity. She
obviously adored her status as a slut and slave, and was clearly a consummate
masochist. The flow of tears had stopped completely, and the lascivious little
harlot smiled lecherously at us, while flaunting her brutally punished sexuality
in utter, wanton licentiousness, and obvious lust crazed delight.
With a final flourish, for the benefit of the audience once all was in
readiness, the deliciously submissive little slut knelt and kissed the tip of
her owner's superb cock as a sign of her subservience, then expressed her
gratitude for the cruelty of her recent punishment, and her absolute delight at
being permitted to demonstrate the depths of her depravity before such a large
and distinguished audience. During the slave girl's punishment I had had to pry
sow's fingers from my throbbing prick. She had become so engrossed, and excited,
by the performance that she had lost control of her own hand, and threatened to
masturbate me to climax. Now she reached back down to my arching cock, and began
to erotically caress it once again, in time with the sensual frigging I
continued to subject her stiff girl prick to.
With a radiant look of sublime happiness on her face the tiny slave girl
straddled the belly of the prone male slave, and positioned her bottom near to
the two pricks that waited to be served by her. She reached back to the prone
slave's cock first, and carefully wedged its thick head into the gaping mouth of
her slick pussy. Then she positioned the blunt head of the kneeling slave's cock
against the tight ring of her arsehole. With a sigh of utter joy she threw her
hips back, and the entire lengths of both pricks disappeared into her welcoming
holes, to the very hilt. She then leant forward, and swallowed the remaining
prick into her mouth, right down to its thick root.
"Oh, darling piglet, I wish it were me up there! How utterly delighted that
little whore must feel, to be assaulted by so much gorgeous stiff cock!" Sow
whispered excitedly while we watched the lewd harlot go to work. She swung her
hips and rolled her skewered arse like the bitch in heat that she was. Her
throat gulped at the prick buried in it like a starving waif. Her plump reddish,
abused tits were soon flying around on her slender torso as she contrived to
fuck her brains out on the stiff cocks she serviced so lecherously. We watched
in awe at the hard cocks flashing in and out of her holes, and could only
imagine the levels of lust she was experiencing.
Soon we could almost hear the sweating slave girl's muffled squeals of ecstasy
as she began to climax for the first time. Her whole body seemed to shudder with
pleasure while orgasm after orgasm shook her to her very core. The insatiable
little harlot, despite the intensity of her exploding pleasure did not, even for
a second, slow down the pace with which she fucked the cocks her Master had
granted her. I wondered how the male slaves managed to stop themselves from
joining the whore in orgasm. I suppose they had been instructed to let her have
her fill before flooding her holes of wanton perversity with their creamy prick
juice.
In any event I'm sure that the lascivious little slut came at least ten times
before her partners in depravity finally surrendered to the exquisite sensations
of her wanton sex holes. The male she was using to rape her mouth was the first
to surrender his load. The slave girl, by this time almost exhausted by sexual
excess, never the less still retained enough control over her wanton depravity
to tear her mouth from the throbbing prick an instant before it exploded, and we
were treated to the licentious sight of jet after jet of thick white cream
spurting from its tip, straight into the gaping mouth of the ecstatic harlot.
As soon as the spurts ceased the whore dove down on the wilting prick with her
mouth once again, and we could see her maw working at draining every drop from
the spent stalk, her fingers wildly squeezing the ever slackening balls hanging
from it root in her endeavours to do so. Almost simultaneously the two other
pricks erupted into her cunt and arse holes, and her still wildly rutting arse
slabs increased their lewd gyrations as soon as she felt the boiling juices
spurting into her. Her lascivious holes milked each prick incessantly, until it
had no more to give, then, and only then, did the slave girl allow her sweating
nudity to collapse, in totally sated exhaustion, onto the chest of the male
lying below her.
Applause rippled around the room for a few moments, and then the lights over the
stage dimmed, and the ones in the viewing area came up. Over the next couple of
hours other exhibitions were staged, either of punishment, or pure sexual
depravity. Some were interesting and some less so. Quite often what went on
among the crowd was as stimulating as the action on the stage.
The longer we waited without contact from the Master, the more anxious I became.
My state of mind was not helped by sow's increasing exasperation with me because
I deflected the attentions of a number of slaves who wanted to play with us, not
to mention a few dominants who expressed an interest in using us for their
pleasure and entertainment. But I didn't want to risk the Master deciding not to
approach us because we were otherwise engaged. He was still in the club, hidden
with his two cohorts in the shadows in the rear.
As it happened I was right to spurn all others in the place, for we learnt later
that the Master was careful not to take slaves who appeared to either have
existing dominants with them, or who appeared to popular with the general
population. Disappearances could attract too much attention if too many people
asked questions that could not be reasonably explained away. This, of course,
was of no consolation to the frustrated sow who made no bones about the fact
that if we were not taken that night, I was going to suffer, and the cock
whipping she had administered that night in our mountain retreat would appear
like a walk in the park in contrast.
It all happened quite suddenly. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned my
head, prepared to deflect yet another unwanted piece of attention, and my heart
leapt into my mouth. Standing there was one of the mysterious Masters acolytes.
He stared down at me, while I nudged sow insistently, with a cruel, yet mildly
arousing smile playing around his lips. "You look like a couple who might enjoy
a private party!" He stated. We both gazed up at him, our mouths gaping and our
pulses racing, we nodded our agreement, not trusting our voices. "Mind you," He
continued, "What we have in mind is much heavier action than your ever likely to
see here, and you two would be the main attraction. Are you sure, because
there's no turning back once you commit?"
We almost fell over ourselves getting out of our love seat and falling to our
knees before the commanding leather clad man. Our naked arses were soon up in
the air, waving lewdly, and our lips were glued to the toes of his highly
polished boots in a display of servile submission. The man gave a derisive
chuckle, and the next thing I knew his foot was on my neck, pinning me to the
floor while he grabbed my hands and cuffed them behind my back with steel
handcuffs. Having finished with me the dominant allowed me resume kissing his
boot while he repeated the same demeaning process with the beautiful sow.
He then commanded us to kneel up straight. I saw that he held two leashes, about
three feet long, and with cruel looking clamps on the ends that would have
obviously be attached to us. With a cruel smile he leant down and snapped the
clamp of one of the leashes onto the swollen tip of my aching erect, and wildly
throbbing prick. A shrill squeal of hurt escaped my gaping mouth before I could
suppress it when the stinging bite of the clamp hit me. The commanding male gave
me a frown of pure anger so intense that it terrified me. But it also had the
desired effect, and I was stunned to silence, despite the intensity of my heart.
He then leant down to sow and clamped her leash to one of her fat cunt lips. Sow
barely made a sound when the hurt this caused assailed her. "You are permitted
to demonstrate your slavish surrender to all who may deign to notice as we
leave, my pets." The leather clad dominant sneered, and then turned his back to
us. My heart pounded with excitement and delightful humiliation when I saw that
his muscular bottom cheeks were bare, and hung out of his skin tight leather
pant cut outs like pale moons of dominant flesh. Both sow and myself shuffled
closer to the dominant, and began to kiss the warm flesh of his bare bottom
slabs with servile devotion.
Our dominator slowly moved off, tugging at our leashes, not so much to urge us
along, but rather to torment us with renewed hurt. We shuffled along behind him
on our knees as best we could. By this time our soft submissive tongues were
sensuously lapping at his smooth skinned arse slabs. Rather than head straight
for the door of the club our dominator took the most circuitous route available,
even going back over already crossed space, ensuring that our humiliation was
complete, and our total surrender clear for all the club's patrons to see.
Eventually we reached the door. I thought that the man would let us up at this
time, but, of course, I was wrong. We continued out onto the crowded street in
this dreadfully humiliating fashion. My cheeks burned with shame, as I was sure
that sow's would be too. Fortunately we were led to a luxurious black limousine
that was parked almost right in front of the club. If we thought we were to ride
in the cabin of the big car we were to be disappointed. The leather clad
dominant popped the lid of the boot, unleashed us, and ordered us to climb in.
We awkwardly got to our feet, given that our hands were cuffed behind our backs.
I blushed furiously when I realised that a crowd had gathered around to watch
proceedings. Sow sort of fell into the cavernous pit of the boot, and I
followed, my rolling body coming to rest with my face pressed up against one of
her bulging tits. The lid of the boot slammed shut plunging us into complete
darkness. The boot appeared to be lined completely in soft rubber, so we were
relatively comfortable, and soon became aware of movement when the car was
driven off.
I explored the soft skin of sow's tit with my lips, until I had found its stiff
nipple, then I drew the hard teat in and suckled it tenderly. Our breathing
still betrayed our excitement, and terror, at what might lie ahead for us. "Are
you scared, darling piglet?" sow whispered, obvious trepidation in her quiet
voice. I though about whether I should try to calm her, or admit that my own
fear was every bit as great as hers. I decided on the later. It didn't matter
any more anyhow, so I admitted to being terrified that we may have got ourselves
into a bad situation from which escape might prove impossible.
We conversed quietly the whole way through the trip, that must have lasted well
over an hour. We agreed that we had made our beds, and now we must lie in them.
After all we had planned on being taken, and now we had been, and had no one to
blame but ourselves, and our insatiable craving for submission. This did
nothing, of course, to allay our growing sense of terror. The big car finally
came to a stop. After a few seconds the boot lid swung open, and a curt voice
ordered us to get out. We both clambered out of our confinement, stumbling as we
endeavoured to maintain our balance, given both the ridiculous shoes we wore,
and, of course, the denial of our arms to assist us. Our leashes were again
painfully attached, but this time we were not ordered to crawl behind the
dominator.
We entered what appeared to be a huge mansion from what I could see of it, and
were ushered down a long, plushly carpeted hallway, and into what looked like a
classic drawing room. We were allowed to sit, and looked for a couch capable of
taking us both, for we were still linked by our wrist cuffs. Being unable to
find a suitable seat, we sat down on the carpeted floor next to a big open fire.
The Master then left us alone. About five minutes later two bizarre creatures
entered the room. Each one was dressed from head to toe in close, form fitting
black latex. There were slits for their eyes, and tiny breathing holes over
mouth and nostrils, otherwise each of their bodies were totally covered in the
thin rubber material.
It was impossible to discern what sex the two creatures were. Their were
prominent bulges on their chests, suggesting pairs of sizeable tits, but each
also sported what appeared to be a very real, erect cock, with a set of bulging
balls at its root, sprouting out from their crotches. Both carried some small
straps, and what appeared to be a gag. They approached, and we submissively
scrambled up onto our knees as they neared us. The creature attending to me
grasped my neck and drove its rubber coated prick into my gaping mouth, and down
my gulping throat. I saw that the one looking after sow did the same to her.
I sucked wildly on the long, thick prick invading my gullet, and surmised that
it was real enough. While I eagerly sucked the creature reached down and
efficiently un-cuffed my wrists. He, or was it she, then used a strap to tape my
hands together behind my back again. Another strap was tied around my elbows,
and buckled so tightly that my elbows actually touched behind my back. I noted
that sow had been bound in identical fashion. Having finished immobilising our
arms the two remained standing in front of us, and allowed us to suck on their
pricks until they came, or at least we thought they had climaxed. We couldn't be
sure of this because their rubber sheaths did not allow any resulting juices to
escape. One of them removed the cuffs joining us with a pair of wire cutters. So
much for sow throwing away the key. We were then prodded into position, on our
knees, before a large arm chair.
Just before the two rubber clothed figures left they gagged us with short,
stumpy, rubber cock shaped gags. After the short, thick cocks had been thrust
into our mouths, the heavy, obviously liquid filled balls attached to their
bases rested against our chins. A quick suck on the gag in my mouth revealed,
however, that the liquid was not for consumption, at least not yet. The two
bizarre creatures then left us alone once again. I glanced over to sow and saw a
look of submissive delight lighting up her eyes. The cruel bondage her arms and
wrists had been placed in caused the massive mounds of her erotically adorned
tits to thrust out beautifully.
About ten minutes later the strange Master entered the room, still dressed as he
had been at the club. He walked over to where we knelt, and seated himself in
the arm chair in front of us. I noted that the top fronts of his thighs betrayed
large bulges under his all enclosing cloak. I thought I had discovered why he
dressed as he did, he was somehow deformed, and was embarrassed at having people
see this deformity. I was to find out later just how right I was. We stared up,
in awe, at the pale features of the mysterious male. I had never seen a face so
pale, almost chalky white, before. It reminded me of how vampires were portrayed
in movies.
The Master inspected us for a few minutes in complete silence, then he began to
talk, his voice dripping such power and superiority that the mere sound of it
made me shiver with excited dread:
"So, my pretties, we have finally come to this. Although you don't realise it, I
have had you two under serious observation for longer than you realise, long
before your Master and Mistress disowned you. I am Overlord Sextius, Lord over
the slaves of the mystical Kingdom of the Gods. As part of my role I obtain
suitable slaves to serve in that realm, and you two, should you agree, are to be
the final pair we desire. Your surrender will only be accepted if it is made
willingly, and without reservation. We only take slaves who embrace their
submission utterly, with no thought of ever rising above their slave status. I
will be informing you of the more extreme facets of life as slaves of the realm.
At any time either of you feel that what is being described is beyond your
desire, or capacity to fulfil, you may signify in the negative. Unfortunately
for you, as individuals, a negative signal by either of you will preclude the
other as well, for we only require you if you submit as a pair. If you decide
that you are not worthy of becoming slaves of the realm you will be returned to
Natchez, and freed. We would, however, keep our promise of a party for you
before we return you. You will be given to our staff, two of whom you have
already seen, as playthings for two days. Now I shall outline the conditions I
alluded to earlier. Do you understand all that I have said?"
Ours heads kept nodding up and down with ever increasing vigour. My heart was
racing with elation. It appeared that what this enigmatic Master was offering
was exactly what we had dreamed about, and longed for. I was sure that the
lovely sow's excitement would be matching my own. All that remained was to hear
the details, and I knew that it would take something utterly dreadful to elicit
even a remote chance of a negative response from either of us. The Master smiled
knowingly, as if he could actually read our thoughts, down at us, and began:
"In the first place, if you agree to surrender, that surrender is total, and
ever lasting. Your main reason for existence in the realm will be to provide
sexual service to both overseers and slaves, regardless of gender, or sexual
orientation. This duty will account for up to 90% of your active time. The
remaining time will see you either putting on sexual exhibitions with each
other, of exquisite, and prolonged depravity for the entertainment of the Gods,
or being used in brutal, and fierce punishment presentations, again for the
express purpose of amusing them. Every waking hour will be spent thus. The realm
now possesses six hundred slaves, and it is an unalterable decree, that each
slave be sexually serviced at least once each day. Every method of pleasuring a
person sexually, imaginable, are to be utilised. Sexual gratification, and
brutal punishment are the sole rewards granted slaves for their untiring, and
utterly devoted service."
With each statement of intent, our heads continued nodding exuberantly, in the
affirmative. So ardent was my acceptance, that my neck was actually beginning to
ache with the effort it took. The Master continued:
"Your surrender will be for ever, no escape, or release, from your captivity can
ever be contemplated, under any circumstances. Your bodies, despite their
current sexual perfection, will be physically enhanced, to add to their allure,
and their sexual capacities. The minor enhancements will be undertaken here, and
the rest on your arrival in the realm. Other, even more amazing aspects of the
realm, and the life you will lead there, will be revealed only after you are,
irretrievably, in our keeping."
By this time my prick was pulsing with excitement, and I'm sure, had I been able
to see it, sow's pussy would be literally drooling, if the stiffness of her
swollen teats was any guide. A black rubber clad figure entered the room and
offered the seated Master a silver goblet, brimming with wine. The commanding
dominator took the goblet, and dismissed the servant with a wave of his hand.
"I'm so glad you two little sluts are so eager to surrender," he said with a
smile, "But are you sure, beyond any doubt. This is your last chance to
reconsider, my lascivious little pets?" Our silent replies were immediate, and
enthusiastic.
"Well, let us toast the future then." He said, leaning forward, and extracting
two tiny, pin like objects, from the tops of the rubber balls that rested so
degradingly, and heavily against our chins. The Master raised his goblet, and
sipped at his wine. I began to suck on my gag, and was rewarded with a flood of
delicious fluid. I did not know what it was, but some of the flavours of the
blend were unmistakable, rich, musky prick juice, and spicy, tart cunt cream. I
swallowed the heady mixture with delight, drinking it down until there was none
left to be sucked from the balls.
Sow's head was waving about weirdly, in an endeavour to communicate with the
Master. I wondered what she had on her mind, but would have bet my submission,
that it was that we be given to the staff to play with any way, before we were
taken to the realm. It was then that I got my first inkling of the strange,
supernatural environment that we were about to enter. The Master smiled down at
sow, then reached down and squeezed the balls on her chin, forcing the last
dregs of the raunchy liquid they had held into her gulping mouth, "You are just
perfect, my submissive little pet. But I'm afraid there is no time available for
your wishes to be met. I'm sure that the staff will be as disappointed as you
when they find out, that I will no longer be able to let them play with you.
Time will now be of the essence, for we must not risk missing the annual window
of opportunity to absorb you into the realm. Now, my pretty little slaves, look
deeply into your Master's eyes."
The Master had read sow's mind, my pulse raced with the awful realisation that
even our most private thoughts and desires were no longer our own preserve. Our
new Master would know everything, at all times, if he so desired. A level of
submission such as this had never even entered my mind. This Master was not only
enslaving our bodies, but also our very souls. My heart was overcome with a joy
that I had never experienced before. I gazed up at his weirdly beatific face,
and immediately began to lose consciousness. It was not like he was hypnotising
me, rather that he was taking over my mind completely. It was with this thought
hitting me, that I slipped into oblivion.
