Chapter 8 - Captured
When I regained consciousness I found myself in a white room, walls, ceiling and
floor, all piercingly white. I had been stripped entirely nude, and was strapped
to a long trestle, unable to move. My throat felt slightly sore, and when I
opened my mouth to exercise it I was horrified to find that my tongue had
seemingly grown longer, and lolled out of my mouth grotesquely, without any
conscious effort on my part for it to do so. I swallowed wildly, and finally
managed to get it back into my mouth. It was as if the organ had actually become
unhinged, somehow. It hadn't, of course, only the ligaments at its rear, that
normally kept it in place, had been severed. My mind reeled with the
possibilities. My tongue would now be able to penetrate at least twice as far as
it had been able to before, into whatever orifice it was being used to serve. It
was humiliatingly delightful to dream of such activities, and I could not wait
to try it out on a juicy cunt, or hot, humid arsehole.
I noted that sow was strapped to a similar bench next to me. She had not yet
come out of her stupor, but I could see her tongue lolling out of her mouth, and
knew that the same degrading operation had been performed on her. As I regained
more control of my senses I realised that we were both surrounded by busy
figures, all covered with latex, as the servants had been the night before. I
assumed, any how, that only one night had passed while we had been in our
comatose state. I felt a persistent tingling on the skin of my body, where the
figures were busily engaged, and realised it was being caused by tools being
used to permanently remove my body hair.
A few minutes after I had come to, sow also began to stir. When she was in
command of her faculties, and aware of what had been done to her tongue, she
turned her head and gave me a confused, and frightened look. I opened my mouth,
intending to soothe, and reassure her that everything was all right, and got the
shock of my life. I was unable to make a sound. I had been muted, and it both
confused and terrified me. I was frantic with fear. Had I been muted
permanently. It would be terrible not to be able to talk to sow when I was able.
How would we be able to communicate. Verbal self abasement was one of our great
joys. It would be so awful to be denied this.
Suddenly the door to the room opened, and another servant entered, dressed
identically to the others with one small difference. This one had his face mask
open at the mouth, and was able to speak. "I see you're back with us, slaves."
He said, standing over our heads, his stiff, rubber encased cock arching out
from his groin. "You will note that your voices have been taken away. This is
because, while you are with us you will not be required to communicate, you only
need is to obey instructions you are given to the letter. You will also have, no
doubt, noted that your tongues have been modified. This will allow you to use
them in the service of others in much more varied, and skilled ways, which you
will be taught and trained in over the next few days, while every hair on your
bodies, except your heads, is being be permanently removed.
The senior servant then clapped his hands twice, quite loudly. The door again
opened and two completely naked youths entered, and made their way over to us.
The youths were obviously slaves, as their arms and wrists were fastened behind
their backs in the same fashion as ours had been when in the Master's parlour,
after we had first arrived. "Your first lesson will be in the art of bringing a
male to orgasm, solely through the medium of your tongue stimulating his
arsehole."
The servant noted that I was trying to communicate and, guessed, correctly, that
I wanted him to know that we were already considered proficient in that rare,
and demeaning art. The servant, having noted this, continued, "No doubt, you
believe that you don't require further training in this erotic art, but you do,
you see, because, by the time I have finished with you it will take you no
longer than thirty seconds to induce a climax from a male, who has not had
relief for one day, by this perverted method." I flushed with shame, and
wondered how this could be humanly possible. After all, tonguing arsehole was
one of the slowest methods of inducing orgasm that I knew of. Thirty seconds, it
was preposterous. No one could achieve such a result using that technique in
such a short time.
"You will begin training in this art immediately. And you will practice it
during all your waking hours, until you have both reached the proficiency goal I
have set for you." The two youths were then assisted up onto our benches, and
arranged so that our upturned faces slipped in between their young warm arse
cheeks, and our mouths were pressed up against their arse rings. I took a deep
breath, and drilled my tongue into the tight arsehole of the young male I was to
practice on. I was amazed. My tongue had never been able to reach so far into a
humid rectal chute before. And it dawned on me now, how much easier it was going
to be for me to get to the sensitive prostate, and, of course, how much more
sensuously I would be able to tease and massage it once I had located it.
With waves of submissive elation coursing through my veins I went to work. My
agile tongue soon found its waiting target, and began to alternate between
titillating it erotically, and massaging it vigorously. It took me a mere five
minutes to cause the youth's prick to erupt, to the accompaniment of little
shrieks of pleasure. Much to my surprise the slave didn't get move after he had
climaxed, just settled back onto my mouth once his orgasm had run out of steam.
I thrust my tongue back into his warm arse tube, and began the whole process
over again.
While the servants worked incessantly on our backs and legs, we diligently
practiced the depraved art of anilingus, until I thought my tongue would drop
off from sheer over use. The youth came again and again, but with ever
decreasing frequency, as his reserves of sexual energy were slowly but surely
depleted. At the end of the day the senior servant returned, and the youths
finally climbed down from our benches. My long tongue flopped back into my
mouth, and a sense of pure relief came over me.
A couple of servants then spoon fed us a delicious, vegetarian meal. Little did
we know, at the time, that we had eaten our last bite of meat. While we ate our
bodies were massaged expertly, and we relaxed, and enjoyed the sensual,
pleasurable sensations. With our meals, and massages completes, a fresh duo of
young male slaves were summoned, and our level of competency in the art of
anilingus tested. I flushed with delicious shame when the fresh pair of young
male bottom cheeks closed around my face.
I drove my tongue deeply into the youthful slave's tasty arsehole, and with no
teasing or foreplay whatsoever, went to work tongue massaging his writhing
prostate gland. In what to me was an almost unbelievable short time period, the
lad's rigid, throbbing cock spurted. "One minute thirty two, and one minute
thirty five. Acceptable after one day's intensive training." The senior servant
commented. I didn't know who had achieved the quicker time, sow or myself, and I
didn't really care. I was exhausted, and it was taking a supreme effort on my
part, just to keep my eyes open. The servant in charge brought relief flooding
into my brain when he announced that we would now permitted to sleep. I was
almost asleep before the echo of his voice faded away.
Over the next two days the routine was identical. And our progress, as
consummate arse lickers, was tested at the end of each day. It was as if I had
spent my entire life with my tongue buried up a male arse pit by the end of the
third day. Never the less, I still experienced delicious shame when the fleshy
crack between a set of arse slabs pressed up against my cheeks, and my lips
pressed against a musky anal ring. It was not that surprising when after our
final tests, in the art of bringing males off by tonguing their arseholes, we
had both achieved the targets set for us.
On the fourth morning our bodies were turned over, and the four servants that
attended to our depilation went to work on the fronts of our nudity. I was
amazed that it was taking as long to remove sow's hair as it was mine. But then
I realised that women were every bit as hairy as men. It was just that their
covering was much finer, and did not grow any where near as long. The servants
were soon busy, and the tingling sensations that heralded the successful removal
of each hair soon had us reeling with sensations that became increasing
maddening. I began to suspect that our "training" was as much to take our minds
off this, as it was to make us more skilled in the arts of giving sexual
pleasure.
The supervisor, having explained to us that the next skill we were to perfect
was that of masturbating prick to climax utilising our long tongues alone,
clapped his hands, and two naked slave boys mounted our benches, and settled
their slim bottom cheeks down high on our chests. I looked in pleasure at the
beautiful, young prick and inch or two away from my face. It was so clean and
fresh, and as stiff as steel. The mere sight of it caused my mouth to flood with
saliva. The youth changed his position, ever so slightly, and I was able to lift
my head, and furl my incredible tongue around the base of the gorgeous, hot cock
stem.
By moving my head up and down I was able to stroke the stalk, from base to tip,
with tender, erotic sensuality. Such was the length of my tongue, now that it
had been cut, its tip was actually able to touch its root, forming an unbroken
circle of soft flesh, around the pulsing stem of the young prick. Once I was
servicing more mature cocks this, of course would not be possible, but in any
case, I was sure that my tongue would be able to pleasure cocks of all sizes in
this fashion.
I worked tirelessly on the beautiful, fresh, young prick, until it was throbbing
in lust, and its exquisitely shaped tip had flared, and pulsed with the
imminence of orgasm. I renewed my efforts, squeezing the pole with my tongue as
hard as I could, while speeding up the rate at which I stroked it. Suddenly, a
stream of creamy juice exploded from the tip of the jerking prick, followed
quickly by six or seven further eruptions. When his orgasm was over the panting
youth levered himself forward and allowed me to suck his softening prick deeply
into my mouth. I was not only able to squeeze the last dregs of his ball cream
from his stem, but also to tease the spent organ back to stiffness.
I savoured the delicious flavour of fresh young cock cream while I erotically
teased the limp prick. Soon it began to grow and stiffen under my relentless,
lascivious skill. Once the prick stood, hard and proud once more, I returned to
the task of coaxing it to climax again, purely with my amazingly long, and agile
tongue. Sow, of course, was performing a similar service for the naked youth
perched on her chest, his young, slender arse slabs resting on the tops of her
enormous tits.
We got the two young slaves off three times before they were replaced with
slightly older slaves, with correspondingly larger and thicker cocks. We went to
work on these hot, stiff cocks with equal enthusiasm, bringing them off once,
then sucking them back to erection, and then tongue masturbating them to fresh
climaxes. All through the day we practiced this new method of draining prick.
Our concentration never waned, despite the fact that our tongues began to ache
with such relentless use. Pair after pair of male slaves replaced the ones we
exhausted, each pair possessing longer and thicker cocks, until my tongue was no
longer able to completely encircle the hot poles of lust during the
masturbation.
On the second day of depilation of the fronts of our bodies, and when our
crotches were being worked on, we were given our first exposure to female
slaves. Our tongues were required to pleasure the slave girls purely by tonguing
their silky cunt pits. I was amazed out how deeply I was able to now bury my
tongue up a girl's succulent cunt sleave now. I was easily able to tease and
stimulate the slave's cervix, and even to press the tip of my wriggling tongue
through its opening and into her womb. Needless to say, I was able to bring my
slave girl off countless times, and drank down a veritable ocean of spicy pussy
juice.
The slave girls were replaced every now and then, to ensure that our tongues
were presented with fresh cunt to pleasure. Sow was admonished by the supervisor
for allowing her nose to contact her slave's stiff woman cock a few times. It
was re-emphasised to her that tongue in twat sleave was the only contact
allowed. We sucked pussy hole for hour after hour, extracting climax after
climax. I consumed gallons of cunt juice, and savoured every single, luscious
drop. I was in heaven. I was being allowed to do what I was born to do. Pleasure
others with my insatiable mouth and delightfully modified tongue. I didn't care
whether it was cock or cunt that I serviced. I adored each with equal fervour.
My own cock remained stiff almost the whole time, assisting, no doubt, the
servants charged with removing my bush of pubic hair.
Eventually the servants were ready to concentrate their efforts on our upper
bodies, and faces. This, of course, meant that we were unable to continue to
practice giving pleasure with our tongues. Now the "training" moved to my prick,
and in sow's case, her cunt. And, of course, in both our cases, our tight, hot
arse pits. A slave of either sex was summoned by the supervisor of servants. The
female was told to mount me, and take my long stiff prick into her cunt. I
glowed with pleasure when the slave girl's hot, tight cunt tube oozed down over
my standing cock, until its entire length was held in the elastic sex pit's
warm, moist embrace.
"You, slave, will bring this slut off, as often as you can, merely by the
internal movements of your prick. You will note that your arse has been anchored
to the bench. The slut is forbidden to move, therefore all the work is to be
done by you. It is decreed that you shall bring her off in this fashion five
times before the day is out. If you fail to achieve this target within the
normal course of the day, you will remain at work until you do."
The male slave who had been summoned was ordered to sink his long, stiff, hot
cock into sow's waiting twat tube, and then to remain absolutely still while she
brought him off. Sow's voluptuous bottom was also securely anchored to her
bench, precluding and hip movement on her part. The supervisor then gave sow her
instructions:
"You, slut, will exhaust five slave cocks, an exhausted slave cock will have
gushed five times before the day is out. Each slave you exhaust will clean your
cunt pit out before he is replaced. It is known that a well trained cunt pit has
a distinct advantage over a prick, in this type of exercise, hence the increased
amounts of orgasms for you to cause, over those required of your slave mate. The
same penalty will apply to you for non achievement."
The supervisor then left us to our tasks. The depiliators worked constantly on
our upper bodies, chest, under arms, and, of course, our faces. The tingling of
their electrical tools keeping us constantly aware of their presence. I went to
work, my concentration so intense that I almost forgot about the four servants
working on my skin all together. I managed to get my cock pulsing and jerking
rhythmically in the depths of the silky cunt tube that clasped it so warmly, and
had its big head flaring and receding in perfect time with the controlled
pulsations.
Small sounds coming from beside me alerted me to the fact that sow had already
coaxed the first orgasm from the cock buried up her convulsing cunt pit. But, I
must admit, my concentration on my own task was so intense that the only time
after that first occasion that I even noticed what sow was doing was when she
had exhausted one of her slave lovers, and the sounds of enthusiastic sucking
signalled that the sated slave was emptying his cream from her twat with an
eager mouth. I managed to get the slave girl off for the first time, not too
long after sow had exhausted her first slave, and a sense of pride washed over
me while the slave girl's convulsing pussy surrendered its richly scented,
creamy juices.
Strangely enough, it became easier for me after the slave climaxed that first
time. I suppose that once a female slut is aroused, it is easier to keep her
stimulated after orgasm, than it is to do the same with a male. Anyhow, by the
time the supervisor returned that evening it was not I, that was required to
work overtime, it was sow, who still needed to bring her last male slave off
twice before her target was reached. I glowed with pride when my slave girl
reported that she had come seven times during the allotted time.
We were not fed until sow had finally completed her assignment. I could not
remember ever having had my prick in cunt for so long without climax, and my sap
filled balls ached and ached for some form of release. Sow only took a half an
our longer than allotted to finish, and then we were fed and allowed to sleep.
The next day we were both required to bring off cocks with our arse pits, once
again without the ability to move, and with the slaves we serviced forbidden to
give us any assistance.
This time our targets were identical, the same as sow's had been when using her
cunt muscles alone the previous day. I wallowed in depraved delight when the
first long, stiff cock was thrust into my joyous arse tube, and the slave's sap
filled nuts bounced sensuously against my own. The elastic muscles of my rectal
chute went to work immediately, milking lecherously on the throbbing prick. It
took almost no time at all before it exploded in my depths, and bathed the
writhing walls of my arse chute in a sea of steamy man juice.
My arse continued to massage the prick until it stiffened and pulsed again, and
then I went to work to force it to surrender its next hot, juicy load. It became
much more difficult, and time consuming, with each climax extracted, and my
arsehole began to ache terribly. I was so lost in depraved debauchery and
submissive lust, however, that I hardly registered the awful ache, and basked in
sheer slavish pride when each exhausted, and utterly drained slave used his
servile mouth to empty my sloppy arse chute of his own juices. Both sow and I
easily achieved our targets with our clever arseholes within the allotted time.
After we had eaten and were allowed to rest, I finally realised just how sore
and abused my arsehole was. But I was so tired, and physically drained by the
day's degenerate activity, that I was soon deeply asleep despite this. When we
were woken up the next morning the supervisor announced that our sexual training
was now complete, expressing an opinion that we were suitable skilled to meet
the stringent requirements of our new circumstances. The removal of our body
hair was also completed, and a day earlier that anticipated.
We were freed from our benches, and allowed to walk around for a while, to get
used to moving again after having spent so long lying down. Our arms were then
put back into bondage. I basked in servile shame while I knelt before the
servant attending to me, with the bizarre, rubber clad creature's long thick
cock buried down my throat while my wrists and elbows were tightly strapped
behind my back.
When both sow's and my relatively mild bondage was completed the servants left
the room, and we knelt together waiting, alone, for whatever was to come.
Neither of us, particularly sow, had come to grips with no longer being able to
speak. It was just as well that we had no excuse for opening our mouths I
suppose, for we had also not yet come to grips with just how to keep our lolling
tongues inside them when our mouths were open. It is obviously both highly
degrading, and hugely humiliating to be seen with your tongue flopping about,
like a bitch on heat, whenever you opened your mouth.
After a few minutes the supervisor returned, and stood, commandingly, before us.
He gazed down at our submissively kneeling bodies with what I was sure was an
expression of pride in his eyes:
"I have just informed the Master of your progress, slaves." He informed us, "And
he is delighted, both with you, and with the staff. In fact he is so pleased,
that he has decreed that the day saved may be used to reward all concerned. I'm
sure that it will be sufficient reward for you two to be the ones that bestow
the rewards on the rest of us, won't it?" He ended, with a slight chuckle. Our
heads bobbed up and down, eagerly signifying our delight, almost before he had
finished asking the question.
The huge, rubber clad man then produced a written list from which he read. It
was a list of obscene activities for us to either perform, or have performed on
us. Before he got around to reading out the contents of the list, he informed us
of the basic operation of the estate where we were being held:
"The estate belongs to the Master. You may have guessed, by now, that all who
work here are themselves, slaves of the Master, myself included. Those whom you
have had the privilege of practicing your lewd, erotic arts on, and have seen
nude, are sex slaves, and don't live on the estate normally. They are brought
in, as and when needed. All slaves you have seen in uniform are permanent
chattels of the Master. Some have never even left the estate since they first
submitted to the Master. The estate is self sufficient in almost all ways. We
grow our own food, keep our own house, do all, but the most specialised of
repairs, do all domestic duties, and, of course, guard the estate against all
forms of unwanted intrusion."
The supervisor continued, "There are two hundred and thirty permanent staff on
the state and, over the course of the next twenty fours hours, you two will
sexually service each and every one of them. It is obvious that the slaves will
visit you only when they are free from their duty shifts. The efficient running
of the estate can not be compromised in any way. I will now read out the list of
lewd tasks I have prepared for you:
You will each suck off each staff cock at least once.
You will each suck off each staff cunt at least once.
You will each suck each staff arsehole at least once.
You will suck staff tit whenever required.
You will each drain each staff cock with your arseholes at least once."
The supervisor then turned his attention to sow, alone, and informed her of the
one task she alone was capable of performing:
You will empty each staff prick with your lascivious cunt at least once.
And then, turning to me, he addressed those tasks only I was able to perform:
You will fuck each staff cunt at least once.
You will also fuck any staff arsehole whose owner requests that particular
pleasure.
The man, then went back to addressing us both, and by now we were literally
shaking with wanton lust, and perverse craving made his final, and easily most
momentous announcement: "At no time will either of you succumb to sexual climax
while you service the slaves. This is not to say that you will receive no relief
what so ever. You will. At the completion of the day you will each receive a
full body whipping, during which you may both climax as often as you like, or
are physically capable of. Your whipping will be witnessed by as many of the
slaves as can be gathered for it."
My heart was pounding with dread, lust, and utter submissive elation by the time
he had finished informing us of our fate for the immediate future. I'm sure sow
felt exactly the same way. We were immediately taken to what we were informed
was the mansion's orgy room. A large, basically bare room, the floor of which
was completely covered in soft rubber, like a sort of wall to wall mattress.
Once we had arrived our arms were freed for the duration of the orgy. I wondered
if all the permanent slaves were going to turn up in their bizarre rubber
costumes, and of course, if they didn't, what sex would they be, given that had
all seemed to have both pricks, and yet also big tits.
As it turned out, we were visited by a seemingly never ending stream of slaves,
and they were all still attired in all enveloping rubber cat suits, but the
crotches had been removed, and, in the case of those who were women, tits were
also allowed to hang nude and free. The bulges on the men's suits were obviously
fake, as were the long cocks that normally sprouted from the groins of the
women.
Sow and I began what was to be the most sustained period of sexual service
either of us had ever undertaken. I must have sucked the cream from hundreds of
stiff pricks, as well as hundreds of juicy cunts. My aching cock was engulfed by
a succession of tight arse pits, and silky cunt tubes. I joyfully dipped my
incredible tongue deeply into a multitude of pungent, spicy arseholes, both male
and female. Sow did the same, with equally depraved elation. How we managed to
get through this period without coming, even once, will always remain a miracle
to me. We were immersed in sexuality. Cock, cunt and arsehole all seemed to
merge into one.
I felt, for what I believe is the first time, what it is like to be a pure,
immaculate sex s;ave, with no other purpose than to service others' bodies
sexually, regardless of gender. I was sure I had died, and gone to slut
paradise. I welcomed each stiff, throbbing prick that slid into my mouth, and
down my avid throat, and sucked the hundredth one with as much passion and
lasciviousness, as I did the first. I found the last cock to stretch open my
well reamed out arse chute as desirable and enchanting as the first to have done
so. My eager mouth lapped up the streaming juices of the two hundredth cunt
split that I tongued to climax with as much relish as I had the first one I had
ever sucked. I was in heaven. I lived, no existed, to serve. The fact that I was
forbidden to come was as it should be. My purpose was the pleasure of others,
not myself, and I revelled in it with my heart literally bursting with the joy
of lechery.
Without doubt, my beloved sow was experiencing the same debauched emotions as I.
From the few times throughout the period that I was able to catch sight of her,
this was clearly evident. She took cocks up her cunt and arseholes as the same
time, while her greedy mouth sucked the spicy juices from an eager cunt split.
The only times we were in any danger of being driven to the forbidden orgasm
was when some of the slaves decided to torment us by sucking us with all the
skill of seasoned harlots. But somehow we survived the ordeals, and the orgy of
sexual lust and depravity went on and on.
Miraculously, when the main supervisor called a halt to the orgy, I was still in
a state of excruciating erotic euphoria. I could not believe it. Despite the
persistent soreness assailing my well fucked out arse ring, the tenderness of my
stiff, throbbing prick, and the awful ache in my balls, my heart almost broke
with despondency that it was over. I wanted more! Had I been able to speak I
would have begged and pleaded for more stiff prick to service, more dripping
cunt to pleasure, or more hot tight arsehole to suck on or fuck with utterly
depraved passion.
We were dragged from the orgy room, and down into the bowels of the mansion, to
a huge, well equipped medieval like dungeon. We were both hosed off with warm
water, to remove the sexual juices that seemed to cover every square inch of our
incredibly smooth skins. Attending servants then went about preparing our bodies
for the coming trial. We were both hung by our ankles first, and then our limbs
were stretched out with a savagery that almost defied description. I thought
that I was going to pass out from the agony of tendons stretched taut as drums,
and joints under so much pressure that I was sure they must actually tear apart.
Our legs were stretched open until they must had been close to being at right
angles to our torsos. Our arms were anchored to the floor. Our sex meat was
presented so deliciously defencelessly, that it caused my rigid prick to pulse
wildly, and my aching balls to throb in avid expectation. Deep masochism was
taking over from mere, unbridled sexual lust. I found myself, astonishingly,
longing to suffer. What strange and terrifying instincts my beloved sow had
wakened in me. I yearned for my punishment to begin, and for it to be savage,
brutal, and utterly inhuman. Even the fact that my swollen, sap filled balls
would be permitted to surrender their creamy fluid in countless eruptions while
I suffered my agonies was of little consequence to me at that moment. Only a
basic craving to immerse my being in misery, pain, and torment was important to
me.
Two slaves, armed with long, thin, horrific canes took up positions behind us.
Two others, equipped with heavy, multi-stranded cats stood in front, and
slightly to one side of us. One huge, muscular servant stood immediately in
front of sow's upside down nudity armed with a miniature medieval mace, its
cruel looking steel ball decorated with sharply honed spikes. The supervisor
took it upon himself to be the one to flay my cock and balls, he had chosen a
long thin wire whip for this deliciously cruel purpose, the business end of
which was coated in tiny spikes so fine that it reflected shards of light like
coarse sand paper. When all were in position, and fifty or so rubber clad
servants had crowded around to watch, the supervisor reminded us:
"You are now to receive a full body punishment. I can assure you it will be
delivered with the utmost ferocity, and will continue, unabated, until we, not
you, are too exhausted to continue. I remind you that you are commanded to
experience sexual relief, purely through the medium of pain, over and over. The
sight of your tormented cock and cunt spraying their juices of lust will prove
most entertaining to us. Enjoy your agony, revel in your suffering, lose
yourselves in a paradise of misery!"
I heard an eerie whistle, followed by a hollow clap, and the cheeks of my arse
erupted in fiery pain. Had I been able to, I'm sure that my squeals of hurt
would have deafened every one in the room. But, since the operation on my throat
had rendered me mute, I screamed out my pain and suffering without actually
making a sound. The canes exploded on my hard muscled arse slabs with
frightening force, causing the fleshy mounds to ache and throb with hurt. The
next brutal act to be perpetrated on my captive nudity was much more visual, and
consequently, terrifying. I saw the stands of a cat come whistling straight at
my chest. Each heavy, braided leather lash seemed to bite into my suffering
flesh, with awful individual clarity, and horrifying force. The pain that
flooded my chest flowed through me, and exploded in my brain with heinous
ferocity.
Tears of anguish were soon flowing freely from my eyes. I was in such pain that
it was difficult for me to comprehend how I was going to be able to remain
conscious, and thus absorb it. When sow had whipped my cock, it had been
extremely painful, but the people whipping me now were so much stronger than
she, and quite obviously much more skilled at inflicting hurt. I could only
imagine, in my already fevered mind what it was going to feel like when the
supervisor began to flay my rigid, sensitive cock with his horrifying wire whip.
I didn't have long to contemplate this terrifying thought, however, for he had
already swung back the barbaric whip in readiness to add, immeasurably, to my
misery.
The wire whip almost became invisible it was swung with such force by the cruel
man. Its wire lash flashed through the periphery of my vision, and sliced the
meat of my prick stem with petrifying accuracy. My mouth gaped wide in absolute
shock, my long, cut tongue flopped obscenely out of it, and dripped with drool,
and I lost complete control of my faculties. The agony that consumed me was awe
truly inspiring. My silent howls were not silent in my fevered mind. Rather,
they were deafening, and continuous. But, astonishingly, my brutally abused cock
stiffened and pulsated even more strongly, if that were possible, as the number
of mercilessly delivered strokes of the barbaric wire, slicing into the abused
flesh, up and down the length of its tormented length, grew and grew.
My mind was alive with acute agony. I began to lose all sense of proportion,
and, wondrously, I found myself yearning for each savage stroke to be delivered.
I had entered that special place only true masochists ever visit. A kind of
paradise where pain and suffering are the exquisite sensations of immaculate
enchantment, much more profound and flawless than mere pleasure, transcending
ecstasy. I had almost forgotten that my chest and arse were also suffering. The
flogging of these parts of my pain sodden anatomy were mere sideshows to the
main event, the terrifying and unmerciful flaying of my stiff, throbbing cock.
Having laced the entire length of my tortured prick stem for what seemed an eon
the supervisor began to lash the swollen, nerve filled head of my prick. The
merciless man delivered a half a dozen strokes, in quick succession. My
instantaneous reaction to this was to screech silently, but uncontrollably, and
my obscenely lolling tongue dripped a fresh flood of saliva, to this new, and
even more acute agony that assaulted my senses. I wondered, somewhere in the
recesses of my consciousness, how I could have so quickly come to adore such
excruciating agony. No matter, however, it was enough that I did. And soon my
brain was actually imploring my tormentors to whip, flog, and flay my agonised
flesh with every ounce of their energy. To force my immersion into an ever
deeper state of masochistic euphoria.
The cruel supervisor must have been reading my mind, for he subtly changed his
angle of attack. The barbaric wire whip flashed down, and sliced deeply,
agonisingly, into the tender meat of my hugely swollen, aching balls. The sheer
gut wrenching agony that coursed through me, with every pitilessly delivered
stroke, defied description. The brutal sadist sliced up my balls with ferocious
precision, and I lost control completely. My throbbing prick exploded in a
frenzy of inhuman ecstasy. Stream after stream of boiling prick juice gushed
from its seething tip, and bathed me face in the abundant flow. I came and came
for longer than I could ever remember. How could my savagely abused balls
contain so much boiling juice. They seemed to shed it for ever, and the
supervisor flayed their writhing meat barbarously the entire time, showing
absolutely no mercy.
Eventually my almost spastic convulsions eased, and my abused prick ceased to
spit. My mind was still lost in a wave of supernatural ecstasy. My horrifically
abused prick remained stiff as steel, and my tormented balls still seemed
swollen and tight, despite the amount of cream they had just shed. The
supervisor soon concentrated his efforts once again exclusively on the length of
my cock, and its tormented head. I retreated back into a mild state of rapture,
and silently howled my agonised joy at what had befallen me.
I was even cognisant enough to glance over at sow. Her huge tits were being
flogged relentlessly by a pair of brutal cats, bouncing about on her chest with
each stroke, and were already terribly bruised. I dreamily wondered what it
would be like to have tits, and how much it must hurt to have such delicate
tings so savagely abused. I noticed that the monstrous mace thrashed sow's
drooling cunt split with equal ferocity, almost crushing her steel hard girl
prick with each lash. Her smooth, sensuously rounded belly was soaked with cunt
sap, and it was obvious she had already climaxed many times. Her obscene tongue,
like mine, flopped from her gaping mouth, and dripped with spittle.
I was jolted back to my own terrifying reality when the brutal supervisor again
began to concentrate his efforts on my pain filled balls. It took more battering
of their delicate flesh to send me into masochistic ecstasy this second time,
but when it did the results were even more spectacularly ecstatic than they had
been the first time. My cock literally exploded in ecstasy, and an ocean of
creamy white sex juice flooded out of my slit and poured down onto my drenched
face. This orgasm, as intense and powerful as it was, lasted less time than the
first, and after it was exhausted, my prick tube softened slightly, and my pain
soaked balls felt slack and empty.
The fact that my prick showed such obvious signs of satiation made no difference
what so ever to any of my tormentors. They continued to administer brutal
punishment to my captive nudity, with seemingly no loss of power and potency.
Within almost no time at all my wilting prick had stiffened again, and my aching
balls again throbbed and ached with expectancy. I had to wait, however, for the
supervisor now seemed intent on slicing up my cock much more severely than he
had done previously. The pain soaked pole of slavish lust was, by this time,
dripping with blood, and it was the sight of blood that seemed to galvanise the
sadist to greater efforts.
Being suspended in a state of mindless masochistic ecstasy for so long began to
take its toll on my feverish mind. While the sensations I revelled in remained
as exquisitely acute as ever, I was no longer able to control my physical
reaction to such gloriously savage abuse any longer. My tortured prick began to
jerk and convulse even before the supervisor transferred the attentions of his
barbaric whip to my wildly flexing balls. In fact, the initial, strong spurt of
cream from my ejaculating prick came while he lashed the bleeding head of my
agonised cock. He quickly changed his tack when he saw this, and then lashed my
writhing balls with merciless savagery for the whole time they were shedding
their hot juice.
After this third mighty orgasm my cock betrayed my insatiable masochistic
longing by refusing to stiffen again, no matter how savagely the man flayed it.
In truth, the vigour of all of my tormentors' vigour was beginning wane by this
time, and their skins must have been soaked with sweat under their bizarre black
rubber cat suits. Finally the servants who had been concentrating their efforts
on my arse and chest ceased. The supervisor delivered a few more savage strokes
to my softened cock pole, and slack, empty balls, and then he too stopped.
I hung, exhausted both physically and mentally, my barbarously abused cock
dripping small droplets of hot, crimson blood. My chest heaved with emotion, and
I gasped for breath. My suffering nudity throbbed all over in the aftermath of
my terrifying punishment. I slowly came down from the incredible plateau of
euphoria I had been suspended in, and became even more aware of my anguish. My
tears were hardly noticeable, due to the pools of sex cream that still dripped
from my features, but my racking sobs were not.
I was not aware of exactly when sow's tormentors ceased to punish her gorgeous
body, but it must have, at the least, coincided with the cessation of my own
ordeal, for I could not recall any noise associated with the fall of the whips
on her lush nudity after such sounds associated with my own whipping had ceased.
As soon as the whippings were stopped the audience filed out of the room,
leaving us in the care of just two servants who remained behind to attend to us.
These two freed us from our bondage, then took us to a communal wash room where
we were permitted to shower, and clean up our abused bodies. Once this was
complete we were returned to the room where we had spent so much time since our
arrival, laid on our benches and the massaged all over with soothing balms and
healing ointments. By the time my massage was finished my whole body seemed to
tingle with soothed pleasure.
I inspected my nudity, expecting to find it in a terrible state. I was more than
mildly surprised to find that the skin on those parts of my anatomy that had
born the brunt of my punishment, and especially my sex flesh, hardly seemed
damaged at all. I put it down to the powers of the healing unguents so
sensuously massaged into my flesh. A glance over at my beloved sow showed that
she too seemed to have almost miraculously recovered, physically at least, from
her horrific ordeal. Seeing me gazing at her, sow smiled, her beautiful violet
eyes radiating love, and a deep sense of well being. I suppose that I too must
have been expressing the same emotions, because that was exactly how I felt.
We were fed soon after, then allowed to sleep in each others arms, and in no
form of bondage for the first time since we had been taken. We awoke the next
morning to the snapped command of the supervisor to follow him to what he
referred to as the dispatch area. We crawled along behind the bizarrely clad
male, and I wondered what new adventure was in store for us. We entered what
appeared to be a sort of small warehouse. A van was parked with its back doors
open, and a large container lay next to it, its lid also removed.
Two servants went to work, obviously preparing us for travel. Somehow it was not
the same, having a cock driven down your throat, when you didn't know whether it
was real or not. But, never the less, I still shivered with servile shame when
my servant did just that to me while my elbows and wrists were strapped
together. I was then bodily lifted up, and laid me in a kind of rubberised mould
in the base of the container. Once I lay in place my nudity was strapped tightly
in place, with legs spread to the extremities of the container, at ankles,
knees, thighs, waist, chest, and shoulders. A small strap was fixed around the
base of my limp cock, its purpose, obviously, to ensure that my cock would stand
straight up from my smooth crotch if it stiffened, My head was taped, loosely so
that I could move it up and down about an inch or so, to a relatively
comfortable padded strut, and faced straight up. A tube was the taped in place
next to my head so that its nozzle was an inch or so above, and to one side of
my mouth.
Sow's gorgeous nudity was then laid on a fresh mould that had been slid into the
container above my captured nudity, so that she would be suspended above me once
she was bound into place. Her head was over my splayed crotch, and my face just
a few inches below her spread open crotch. I gazed happily up at the lewd slut's
perfect pussy. I never failed to marvel at its stunning beauty. Once all the
preparations to our bodies had been completed, the senior supervisor appeared
next to the container:
"You are now to be transported to your permanent new home. The trip will take
approximately twenty four hours, and during that time you will have to fast, but
the nozzles you see close to your mouths will allow you to drink a specialised
energy drink that has been prepared for you. There is plenty available, and all
you have to do is to reach for the nozzle with your mouths and suck for it.
While you travel you may help to allay your boredom by practicing the use of
your tongues. This will, of course, also help to develop the muscles in them,
making them all the more useful to you in the future."
The lid to the container was then put in place, and screwed shut. As soon as the
lid was fixed in place the interior of the container became dimly illuminated. I
stared up at sow's gorgeous pussy split, and smiled to myself. I could have some
fun teasing her by keeping my prick limp I thought, smugly. Her strict bondage
would not allow her head sufficient movement for her long tongue to reach my
prick, unless it was erect. I could just imagine the frustration she would feel
while my eager, lascivious tongue teased her cunt split, and she was denied the
enjoyment of reciprocating. It would drive the delightfully hedonist slut wild
with envy.
I felt movement, our container was obviously being lifted into the van I had
seen. The van then moved off, and drove for what must have been an hour or more
before it stopped again. Once again the container seemed to be lifted, and moved
to a new location. A few minutes later, and we began were on the move again,
slowly accelerating, and I realised that our container had been loaded into an
aircraft, and we were taking off. Soon we were in the air, and having climbed
for a few minutes, levelled off, and began to cruise.
I reached up with my mouth, and sucked on the small nozzle. My mouth received
large quantities of delicious liquid, which I swallowed happily. After I had
finished drinking I contemplated the mouth watering prospect of sow's smooth,
hairless sex split. I poked my long tongue out, and found that I would have to
extend it to almost its fullest extent, just to touch that succulent meat.
Indeed, it would only just be able to split those delightful lips at best. But,
however, once I had teased her little girl prick to full stiffness, the tip of
my obscenely long tongue would certainly be able to stimulate it quite fully.
I poked my tongue out, and traced the length of those pulpy lips with its tip,
then, extending it to its fullest, so far in fact, that it began to ache
slightly at its root, actually split the smooth, plump sex lips, and ploughed
through them from one end to the other. The luscious flavour of female sexuality
slowly took over my senses, especially after I had stimulated sow's girl prick
to throbbing erection, and her splayed twat gash began to flood with woman
moisture. The sheer erotic nature of my act also had my cock slowly swelling,
and it took some concentration on my part to prevent it from stiffening
sufficiently for sow's tongue to get at it. I set about working solely on sow's
burgeoning girl prick, lapping and laving its length with single minded devotion
with just the stiffened tip of my grotesquely protruding tongue.
I smiled to myself at what sow's reaction to my denying her access to my prick
would be, and soon had visual evidence of just this. I could see, clearly, that
she was vainly trying to close the soft lips of her own highly aroused sex, in
an endeavour to deny my tongue access to her cunt split's drooling interior,
and, more importantly, her stiff, excited girl prick. But it was, naturally, a
forlorn task, due to the nature of her bondage. I resolved to make her come
once, before allowing my cock to become erect, and settled down to achieve my
teasingly erotic purpose. After about ten minutes of constant lapping, sow's
girl prick jerked and spasmed visible, and her cunt split flooded with creamy,
spicy woman cum. The rich juice dripped profusely down the length of my tongue,
and into my welcoming mouth. I relished its tangy flavour, and avidly swallowed
all she had to give.
I didn't let sow's pussy alone, even after her climax had ebbed, rather, I kept
my long tongue just as busy, and was soon building her up to another orgasm. I
was not sure whether sow was lucky, or unlucky. Being a female, she could come
much more frequently than I would ever be able to. On the one hand, she would
suffer the frustration of having my clever tongue stimulating her almost non
stop, on the other, of course, my tongue was going to have to do a lot more work
than hers was needed to do, and would soon begin to ache much more. At least
this is what I had planned to happen.
I finally relented, and allowed my prick to stiffen fully. In almost no time at
all, it was erect and throbbing. It was only then that I realised that the strap
that captured its pulsing base was not only designed to keep the long, thick
pole standing out from my smooth crotch, but also to prevent it from softening
again, providing that it was kept aroused. I was, subject to sow's desires, to
retain an erection for the remainder of the journey, and she, of course, would
have unrestricted access to it. I didn't know whether to laugh, or cry, for sow,
having been the target of my erotic taunting would, no doubt, extract her own
form of wanton retribution.
Almost as soon as my prick had achieved full erection my senses were subjected
to wave after wave of pleasure. Sow's long soft tongue could only reach the fat,
swollen head of my aching cock, but she was able to lap and lave all over and
around that nerve filled knob, and because her tongue had the benefit of
gravity, she would be able to use it for more prolonged periods without the need
to rest. My tongue went wild on her pulsing girl prick, while hers teased my
pulsing cock head maddeningly. I could not hold out for long against such
exquisite stimulation, and I squealed silently, in pleasure while my rapidly
flexing balls released a flood of cum in ejaculation after ejaculation. I don't
know how much of my steamy prick juice sow was able to swallow, given that her
mouth was above my spurting prick, but I felt none splashing down into my
crotch. She must have swallowed a lot, for I could clearly hear the sounds of
liquid gulping.
Sow surrendered another explosion of pussy cream to my eager tongue at the same
time I fed her my first load. She continued to lick the tip of my cock after my
climax had finished, and soon my pole of lust was again throbbing with erotic
arousal. We kept at each other continuously, until fatigue finally overcame us,
and we drifted off to sleep. Thankfully, my prick softened while I slept, and
collapsed, limply into my crotch. Over the course of the journey I must have
ejaculated at least ten times, and my tongue tip must have teased more than
twice as many orgasms from sow's gorgeous pussy.
I realised that we had landed when the movements of our container heralded the
fact that it was being unloaded. It was again loaded into a vehicle, and we
travelled by road for what must have been five or six hours. The longer we
drove, the rougher the road we were on got, and our container bounced up and
down quite a lot. The truck finally stopped and our container was unloaded. I
heard the truck drive away. My heart was beating fast, and my blood racing. We
had arrived at our fate. What was in store for us. I waited with a growing sense
of terror, but masochistically excited terror.
