Chapter 11 - The Transformation
We lay on our backs on the tables in the absolute silence of the room. I began
to wonder about telepathic communication. I knew that we had been able to
discern everything that had been directed at us, not to mention the thoughts of
all others who had been present in the chamber of the Gods. But I was not sure
whether we were able to communicate ourselves, or even between ourselves, so I
decided to experiment. I mentally asked sow how she felt. Silence was the only
reply. I tried again, but with the same result. I decided, with bitter
disappointment, that we must be denied the ability to communicate. It was going
to be so disappointing not to be able to share my emotions with my beloved sow.
I almost cried with dejection.
We lay in our solitude, waiting for someone to come to us, but nothing seemed to
be happening at all. Then, suddenly, the eerie light in the room intensified,
and two strange canopies descended from the high ceiling. The light became more
and more brilliant the closer the canopies came to our laid out bodies, until,
when they completely covered us, and the sheer intensity of the illumination
forced me to close my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed I seemed to drift off into
a catatonic state of suspended animation. The world stood still, and my mind was
completely blank.
How much time passed with us suspended in this state of non existence I would
never know. I slowly began to come out of the trance, while the canopy that had
covered me began to rise back up to the ceiling of the room. It took me some
time to realise that I was back in the land of the living, and able to both
think and feel once again. It was then that the full impact of what had happened
to my body began to dawn on me, and to thrill me to my very core.
Rising up, magnificently, on my chest was a pair of massive, firm fleshed tits,
capped with fat, meaty teats. I was not, as yet, able to move a muscle and so,
could not even raise my head to more closely inspect my new tits. The mere fact
that they were there filled me with a strange, new form of sexual excitement. My
huge prick, inevitably, began to stiffen, but what really struck me with wonder
was an entirely new, exotic new sensation of erotic arousal, easily as potent as
that occurring in my crotch, emanating from the lower centre area of my chest. I
had no idea what was causing this, as yet, but I had my suspicions, and these
filled me with sensual expectation. I lay back and, with a growing impatience,
slowly felt my strength begin to return.
With a supreme effort I managed to swing my legs off the bench, and tried to
stand up. I almost fell flat on my face, as the sheer weight of my new, enormous
tits threatening to over balance me. "It's not easy, carrying around a huge pair
of tits, is it piglet!" Sow projected in a teasing tone. We could converse! I
was filled with a sense of sheer happiness, and utter relief, at this exciting
discovery. "We're not sow and piglet any more. You're twat one, and I'm cock one
of the slave pair twat-cock." I projected, relegating our old, humiliating names
to history, only to replace them with ones equally, if not even more degrading.
"Notice anything familiar about your tits, cock one. And have you looked at
what's nestled below them?" Twat one inquired, the excitement in her thought
pattern almost palpable. I inspected the massive udders, quickly realising that
they were exact replica's of twat one's gorgeous pair. My heart then skipped a
beat. I discovered, while inspecting the huge tits, that an exact reproduction
of twat one's cunt split graced the centre of my chest, the top joining of the
plump sex lips an inch or so below the bottoms of the tits. So this was the
cause of that strange new sensation of arousal I had experienced earlier. I ran
my hands over my tits, and thrilled to the resulting, delicious tingle of sexual
pleasure, especially when my fingers tweaked their rubbery teats to throbbing
erection.
I touched the cunt split embedded in my chest, tentatively at first, as if my
actions might make it disappear, and I would wake up to find that it was all a
dream. Gradually I got bolder, and used my fingers to spread the thick, smooth
cunt lips apart. I lowered my head in an attempt to get a closer look, and was
astonished, and amazed to find that I was able to get my face so close to it
that my chin was almost touching the splayed pussy. My spine had obviously been
modified to make it double jointed, and astoundingly flexible. With just a tiny
amount of effort I found that I was able to actually lap the trench of my
already moistening cunt with my long tongue. My nose was filled with rich female
sexual odours, and my taste buds overwhelmed with the delicious flavours of
female sexual arousal. My brain buzzed with wonder and excitement. I could now
experience the full spectrum of erotic experience. I had often wondered what
females actually felt when they were being sexually used. Now I would find out,
first hand. I felt lovely, and gorgeously sexy. Both my new girl prick, and my
huge male prick grew to throbbing erection, in involuntary response to the
bizarre new circumstances I found myself in.
I further experimented with my new spinal flexibility, and to my sheer delight,
found that I could easily suck my own cock, and actually manoeuvre my face low
enough to lap at my own sap filled balls. I could even, with little extra
effort, manage to slip about two inches of my tongue into my own arse pit. The
erotic possibilities afforded by this new flexibility seemed endless, and I
couldn't wait to sample them all. While I was happily exploring my new sexuality
with complete fascination, and growing elation, totally absorbed in my own new,
erotic world, a projected thought projected from twat one broke into my
subconscious.
"Now I don't actually need you, any more, cock one." She teased. I stopped my
sensual experimentation, and glanced over to twat one's table. She, like me, had
stood up and was busy inspecting her body's erotic enhancements. Really, her
appearance had not changed all that much, after all, she already had a pair of
tits, and a cunt spilt. Now, however, she had a prick and balls as well. Her
cock was identical to mine, and sprouted out of the centre of her chest, at the
same level on her torso, as my new cunt split was on mine. Becoming twat one, of
slave pair twat-cock, had not seemed to affect the lewd slut's sense of humour,
I found. Her new cock was stiff and throbbing. Its long thick stalk rose up
between her massive tits, and its already dripping head was level with her
mouth. The slut was lasciviously tonguing the head of her new cock, her whole
body shuddering with sexual excitement.
"I'll bet I can even fuck my own cunt if try hard enough." She projected. I
looked at her, and expressed the belief that this would be physically
impossible, but I informed her that I was sure that she would be able to suck
her own cunt split, and even her own arsehole, after all, I had already found
out that I move my own head into my crotch quite easily. Twat one, of course,
set about proving me wrong, and I watched in utter amazement at how she did it.
She bent her torso back and down, and then brought it forward until her tits
were completely visible from the front. She used both hands to pull her rigid
cock out from between the massive mounds, and positioned its swollen head at the
mouth of her cunt pit. The lecherous harlot then bent her legs slightly. Her
violet eyes twinkled mischievously, and with delicious depravity, and I became
aware of her `I told you so' thought, while six or seven inches of her thick,
throbbing prick oozed into her wet, silky twat tube.
"You just don't have enough imagination. That's your problem, cock one." Twat
one mocked. "I can do almost anything, if I put my mind to it." "Just think of
the possibilities," I projected excitedly, "The innumerable different variations
of depraved perversions we can now dream up, and engage in, to entertain our
Rulers!" We continued to explore our bodies while we mentally conversed. I found
the most useful thing about communicating telepathically was that your mouth
didn't have to stop what it was doing. Yet another strange development was
discovered as soon as we tried to move away from each other. We found that if we
tried to get further that ten or so feet apart some sort of invisible force
stopped us. This discovery didn't worry me in the slightest. I never wanted to
be even ten feet away from twat one again, ever.
"Cease, and present yourselves like the slaves you are, slave pair twat-cock!"
Came a thought pattern that easily overpowered those being transmitted between
twat one and myself. We immediately fell to our knees, sex ,meat throbbing with
acute arousal in the presence of Overlord Sextius' powerful aroma, spread our
legs wide, and clasped our hands behind our necks in servile submission. We
didn't even have to consciously display our wanton lust, the sheer intensity of
our sexual stimulation had already caused our hips to undulate lewdly, and our
shoulders to roll, shaking our massive, stiff teated tits erotically. Hot
pre-cum dripped from the flaring tips of our achingly stiff pricks, and our cunt
splits were flooded with ripe, aromatic woman juice.
"Auto eroticism is strictly forbidden in the realm, except, of course, when
undertaken for the purposes of entertaining the God and Goddess." Overlord
Sextius projected angrily, then mellowing a little, added, "Since you altered
physiology is so new to you, I will overlook your behaviour, just this once."
The overlord then announced, "You will now be informed of the rules and laws
that will govern your existence. But first, a few facts about your future.
Firstly, you will no longer age as normal humans do. Not that you won't age at
all, but rather that the process is so slow that it will not be noticeable for
thousands of years. Your bodies will still require fuel, and you will be fed a
diet of fruit and vegetables, prepared by domestic slaves taken for their skills
in the culinary arts. You will find that you only require a maximum of four
hours sleep each day." He projected, moving around our naked, obscenely
displayed bodies.
"In matters sexual you will discover that you have enormously enhanced
capacities. Your cunt splits are capable of climaxing almost infinitely, and
your cocks can spit around twenty times between sleep periods, with your nuts
producing an almost inexhaustible supply of cream. In matters of punishment you
will find that, while you are not invulnerable, your capacity to recover from
even the most brutal of torments is without precedent in your prior existence.
Your capacity to absorb, indeed, revel in pain and suffering will know almost no
limits." And now to the laws that govern your activities," Overlord Sextius
continued.
"These laws are sacrosanct. No deviation, even in the minutest of detail will be
tolerated. Firstly, as sex sluts, and pain slaves you will, at all times, be
completely naked. On those occasions when you are being used to service slaves
working in the fields, you may be permitted to wear a form of footwear. At all
times, and especially when in the palace of the Gods, you will remain on your
knees. The only exceptions to this edict are that you may be permitted to walk,
or more likely to run, when moving from slave to slave in the fields, or when an
exhibition in which you are involved, or task you have been given, requires you
to be standing. You will, when in the presence of superiors, and whenever not
engaged in any form of activity, display yourselves in a fashion commensurate
with both your submission, and your depraved and debauched sexuality." Our
highly aroused bodies, if anything, began to perform with even more visual
perversity as these statements were being projected, and my mind was filled with
masochistic rapture.
"Two slave girls, whom you have already been exposed to, have been assigned as
your personal beauticians. Their sole reason for existence is to ensure that
your bodies are always presented in perfect beauty. You will reward these slaves
by relieving their sexual hunger whenever they require it, and in any form that
they desire. You will refuse them nothing. You will only ever see Divine God
Heroditas and Divine Goddess Aphrodisia within the chamber you have already
visited. Your visits to this chamber will actually be relatively rare, perhaps
four or five times each year. This is not because Their Majesties do not desire
frequent entertainment, but rather because humans can not survive the potency of
Their aphrodisiacal aroma for long, or frequent periods without being driven
insane." I experienced a sense of extreme sadness when Overlord Sextius made
this announcement. My heart literally ached with the craving need to be in the
presence of The God and Goddess.
"We all suffer the same sadness, cock one." Overlord Sextius informed me, having
read my thoughts, "But it is a fact of life in the realm I'm afraid, so you will
have to learn to live with it. But to continue. You will normally be required to
perform as a pair for the entertainment of the Rulers, but, on occasion, you
might be required to join with slave pair pricks, slave pair cunts, or indeed
both slave pairs, if it amuses the Lords to see such a spectacle. The rare
sessions you spend in Their hallowed presence will generally involve both
depraved and perverted sexual presentations, and sessions of punishment the like
of which you may never have even imagined. You will always be given at least a
weeks notice of when your are required to perform. You will be responsible for
the planning of your own acts, and your own punishments. You are expected to be
utterly perverted, depraved and debauched at all times, and your acts must be
widely varied, to even retain Their interest, let alone provide them with
amusement. No reward for your efforts is ever contemplated, the mere fact that
Divine God Heroditas and Divine Goddess Aphrodisia have allowed you into their
presence is reward enough."
"Now, my pretties, you may have discovered that you are unable to move very far
apart. In fact, your area of freedom from each other is limited to a ten foot
circle. I am sure that you are delighted to know that you will spend the rest of
eternity in each other's company, although you may discover that all that
glitters is not necessarily gold. This brings me to the matter of communication.
You have also, no doubt, realised that you are able to communicate with each
other now. This is not licence to engage in idle chatter, the ability has been
given to you solely for the purpose of planning your depraved activities. You
may, on occasion, use this ability to actually add to the sheer wanton depravity
of your performance. You are strictly forbidden, however, to converse between
yourselves, unless specifically directed to, when in the presence of the God and
Goddess, myself, any of the overseers, or any of the slave pairs whippers." We
listened to the future of our lives with growing feeling of delicious
submissiveness. A never ending life dedicated solely to sexual excess, and cruel
punishment, was beyond our most longed for desires, and our burgeoning lust was
almost unbearable.
"You have already seen one of our six pairs of slave pair whippers. The vast
majority of punishments of slaves are carried out by them. From time to time,
and generally only when serving in the chamber of the Gods, I might engage in a
slave's castigation, and the same applies to my overseers. When you are
approached by a slave pair whippers the sign that they are going to punish you
will be if they have unhooked a weapon of correction from their whip belts. You,
slaves, will immediately stop whatever it is that you might be doing, offer your
bodies shamelessly to them, and plead for them to punish you, regardless of
whether there is a reason for you to suffer or not." I shivered with
apprehension at this development, but soon my masochistic juices were flowing.
Overlord Sextius continued.
"Slave pair whippers are the only ones in the realm who don't have the ability
to communicate. They are able to hear instructions, but not give them. Whenever
they attend to your punishment, which will be frequent, I can assure you, they
use their weapons of correction to transmit their wishes. After they are
finished you will, without exception express your gratitude for their attention
to your needs, and you will service them sexually if they desire it. I must
admit that all the slave pairs whippers lack imagination in this respect, and
generally content themselves with fucking face. They are, after all, clones from
the same mould. Now, have I left anything out. I don't think so. But if I have,
we can always correct the oversight later. It's not as if we don't have any time
to waste."
I was dreaming of being permitted to suck on one Overlord Sextius' cocks while
he was instructing us, completely forgetting, of course, that he would no what I
was thinking. He brought me back to reality by indicating that my desire was not
to be fulfilled on this occasion, but I need have no fear, I would be granted
the opportunity to worship both his cocks on enough occasions in the future to
satisfy me. I blushed scarlet at the fact that all my lewd longings were now to
become public knowledge, every time I dreamed about them. "Now it's time to show
you to your chamber, which you share with your beautician slaves, and where you
will eat and sleep."
Overlord Sextius turned and headed to the door. We crawled along behind him, me
savouring the heavy swing of my enormous tits, and finding, that if I lowered my
shoulders slightly, I could drag the stiff teats that capped them along the
floor, stimulating them beautifully. We proceeded down the passageway, passing
the living statues which reacted to the aroma of Overlord Sextius by becoming
intensely, visibly aroused when he neared them, and then returning to normal
after he had passed.
After travelling about fifty feet down the long hallway we came to large picture
window that opened out onto a small courtyard. Overlord Sextius halted at this
window, and we crawled up to him so that we were able to see out into the
courtyard. Ten nude females lounged around on the lush grass, and were being
sexually serviced by what I recognised as the slave pair cunts. The women all
possessed massive, soft, pliable tits, out of all proportion to the rest of
their bizarrely pale bodies. Each of the two slaves who formed the slave pair
cunts wore a huge, double pronged dildo, sprouting from her smooth crotch. I was
soon able to see that the dildos were in fact double ended, and the other ends
were buried up the two slaves' cunt and arse pits. They were busily engaged in
fucking the brains out of two of the women, while their faces were buried in the
splayed open crotches of two others.
"Those are throne slaves," Overlord Sextius commented. "Because they spend so
much time in close proximity to Divine God Heroditas, and Divine Goddess
Aphrodisia they are much more strongly affected by the Rulers' aphrodisiacal
fragrance. They are kept in such an extreme state of sexual arousal by their
sole task in life, that during all of their of duty time they have to be
sexually serviced, and savagely punished, or they would soon go totally insane
with lust. Their tits have been specially enhanced, both in their sheer size,
and, more importantly, their softness. This makes the massive udders much more
sensitive to the whip, and, of course, makes them a deliciously comfortable
resting place for the sacred posteriors of our divine sovereigns."
We watched for a few more minutes while slave pair cunts worked relentlessly on
the women, going from pair to pair, and sucking their excited pussies to orgasm,
or achieving the same goal with their huge dildos. The slave women lay sated
after they had been attended to for only a few seconds, and then were
impatiently waiting for their next turn at being pleasured by slave pair cunts.
"You two will spend considerable time in servicing these slaves and, given your
new capacities, will, no doubt, soon become their favourites."
We continued on our way, and soon found ourselves before a slightly smaller
door, the male slave's body, in its intricate bondage, and whose function it was
to act as the handle for the door, took up most of the surface . The door
slave's big prick snapped to pounding erection as soon as we arrived, and arched
out from his smooth crotch, becoming a deliciously lascivious handle. Before
opening the door Overlord Sextius smiled down at me and commanded, "One of your
routine duties, cock one, is to suck this slave's prick off every time you enter
your chamber." I stared up at the bizarre overseer with a look of lust, and,
submissive humiliation in my eyes, at this announcement.
"Well, cock one, what are you waiting for." He projected, with a tinge of anger
in his thought pattern. I blushed with shame, and crawled over to the door,
noting as I went, an expression of envy on twat one's face. "Don't worry, little
slut," Overlord Sextius projected, "You'll get your chances too." I almost
smiled at her continued petulance. I suppose you can't change you nature, can
you? I crouched up slightly, and engulfed the hot, throbbing, juicy prick of the
captive slave in my mouth, driving down on the pulsing stalk until the dripping
head was lodged halfway down my throat, and my cruelly stretched lips were
clasped around its thick, vibrating base. I sucked the aroused cock with single
minded devotion for no more than thirty seconds before it exploded, and flooded
my gulping gullet with an ocean of rich, musky man juice which I swallowed with
relish. With some reluctance I allowed the prick to leave my mouth, but only
after I had drained the captive's balls of every drop of their succulent juice.
On my way back to join twat one, I could not contain myself, and teased her
further by lewdly cleaning my man juice coated lips with my lascivious tongue,
leaving her in no doubt that I was enjoying a little feast that she had been
denied. Had I have known the result of this little bit of fun, I may have
thought twice about doing it. Overlord Sextius' eyes flashed with anger, "You
need a lesson to teach you to behave, cock one!" He projected snappily, and
pressed a small button on his belt. A few seconds later a slave pair whippers
trotted down the hallway towards us, their collections of cruel instruments of
correction swinging from their heavy leather belts, and their long, thick pricks
swaying massively between their muscular thighs with their gait. When they came
within range of Overlord Sextius' aura, of course, those thick, long cocks
snapped to mighty erection, and throbbed with lust.
Overlord Sextius indicated twat one's kneeling nudity, and commanded, "Whip two,
feed this obscene harlot your cock, but don't let her feast on your lust juices
too quickly." And then pointing to me, "Whip one, thrash this impudent whore's
fat tits hard, flog the massive udders non stop, and as hard as you can, until
whip two's prick has surrendered its succulent cream to twat one's greedy maw."
And then to all of us in general, the commanding overseer projected angrily,
"Get on with it, I don't have all day!"
Twat one crawled over to the muscular whip two, and engulfed the length of his
pounding prick deeply into her already wildly sucking mouth. I, learning my
lesson, was careful not to further anger Overlord Sextius. I immediately reared
up on my knees, clasped my hands behind my head, and thrust my enormous tits out
to the cruel punisher. "Please! Please! Mighty whip one, I have displeased the
adored Overlord Sextius. I beg you, scourge my wilful tits with all your might,
so that I may atone for my disgraceful behaviour, I beg you!"
The muscular slave unhooked the heavy leather cat from his belt, leering down at
my servile nudity heartlessly. He raised the awful whip high over his head, then
brought its many, heavy leather strands crashing down on my tender tits with
terrifying force. The power of the blow was so great that it almost crushed me
into the floor. I screeched, silently, in absolute agony. My new tits seemed to
ignite in a rage of fire. Ugly red welts were left all over the meaty mounds in
the wake of the braided whip strands. I wailed and howled out my agony while the
merciless whip slave thrashed my pain filled tits with a ferocity that was
beyond imagination. Tears of misery flowed down my cheeks. My fevered brain was
filled with masochistic rapture. My cock throbbed in ecstasy, and my balls ached
with lust. I suffered and suffered, and revelled in it. Soon my abused tits
seemed to be exploding on my chest, and my agony was all consuming, and never
ending. The vicious whip slave seemed to never tire. If anything, the power he
used in whipping the pain soaked udders seemed to grow and grow.
While I suffered so horribly, twat one savoured the lewd pleasure of having her
sucking mouth filled with tasty, virile prick. Whip two, with due deference to
Overlord Sextius' orders, managed to keep himself from ejaculating under the
exquisite pleasure of her lascivious mouth, tongue, and throat for ages. My
suffering went on and on. I lost all track of time, and was lost completely in a
masochistic paradise. Somewhere, deep in my consciousness, I perceived twat
one's throat wildly swallowing, and realised that whip two had climaxed.
Whip one ceased his merciless thrashing of my grotesquely welts tits, then
gripped my hair in one fist while he drove his own huge, throbbing erection down
my throat. I, still revelling in the excruciating sensations engendered by my
burning udders, sucked at the prick like a starving whore and, all too soon my
gulping throat was bathed in a flood of rich, aromatic man juice which I gulped
down in utter joy. To be permitted to feast on the succulent man essence of one
who has inflicted such glorious, and utterly merciless punishment on you is a
sensation of pure, exquisite, submissive rapture.
As soon as we were back in our kneeling positions Overlord Sextius dismissed the
slave pair whippers and opened our door. We crawled inside, my swinging tits
still burning, horrifically, with pain. The two young slave girls assigned to us
were kneeling dutifully, their delightful pussies flooding with juice when the
scent of Overlord Sextius invaded their senses. The overseer left us in their
care, informing us that, from the next day we were to be prepared to begin what
would be an eternity of service.
As soon as the overseer had closed the door the two slave girls leapt to their
feet, and ran over to us, their pert, young, shapely tits bouncing erotically.
Each of them warmly embraced one of us in turn. The cute slave who ended up in
my arms tenderly petted my abused tits and projected, with genuine concern and
emotion, "Your poor tits have been punished, cock one. I'll soon soothe them for
you, and have them back to their normal beautiful selves again, I promise."
The two slave girls led us into an alcove which had, as its centre piece, a huge
sunken bath of polished marble. Stone steps led down to the steaming waters,
salted with aromatic scents and oils. All four of us descended into the
pleasantly hot water, and the two young slaves began to wash our skins tenderly.
The cute slave working on me massaged a soothing balm into the firm flesh of my
sorely violated tits, cooing with girlish delight at their sheer size and
weight. I looked down at my enormous appendages and was amazed to see the
bruises, cuts and savage welts that had so recently been inflicted on them begin
to physically fade and heal, as if by magic. Within minutes the massive udders
were back their normal creamy, flawless perfection.
"What do we call you?" Twat one inquired of her pretty little companion. "We are
slave pair body sluts. I am slut one, and she is slut two." She projected. "But
you're identical," Twat one countered, "How will we know which one we are
exchanging thoughts with, or which one of you we want to play with?" The slave
girl giggled, and replied, teasingly, "What difference does it make. We're
almost physically identical, and our lusts are really indistinguishable. The
only difference is that my girl prick is a tenth of an inch longer than slut
two's, and her lascivious cunt pit is an inch deeper than mine. We'll have fun
trying to get you two to guess which is which."
We must have spent over an hour in the bath, and I was beginning to worry about
the fact that we only had four hours before we would be required to undertake
our twenty hour service shift. Reading my thoughts, slut two, while casually,
but erotically, stroking my stiff prick with one hand, using the other to tease
my throbbing girl prick, projected, "Time is different, in the realm. Days here
can seem like weeks, and minutes like hours. You can sleep for thirty seconds,
and, when you wake up it will always feel like you have slept for hours and
hours. So it doesn't matter. We can play with each other for hours and hours,
before we sleep, and slut one and I want to. We have been deprived of real sex
for ages, not having had a slave pair to serve, while waiting for you two to be
taken. The only actual sex we have had, other than that between ourselves, has
been when we have been used by a slave pair whippers, after they had punished
us."
"Let's go and play!" Slut one cried, "Everyone must be clean enough by now, and
I can't wait to wallow in depraved lust again." There was general agreement with
this lewd suggestion, and we all climbed out of the bath. We all stood in a
small inlet in the wall, and soft, warm air wafted over our dripping bodies,
drying them in the most sensual fashion imaginable. As soon as we were dry the
two slave girls dragged us off to the enormous, silk covered bed where we were
all to sleep, if only for a few seconds, if what I had been told was true. But
before that we had a few hours of unbridled sexual activity to engage in, for,
after all, it was twat one, and my duty to satisfy these two adorable young
nymphomaniacs.
We all collapsed on the huge bed and slut one projected excitedly, "Slut two and
I had a little contest when we were first informed that you had been taken, and
I won. I get first choice of how we are to take our pleasure with you, and I
have decided. Slut two, you are to fuck cock one's big prick with your hot,
tight little arsehole. At the same time you are going to double fist fuck his
drooling cunt pit, while you tongue tease his woman cock. Cock one, you are to
slip all your fingers into slut two's silky cunt tube, and then use both thumbs
to frig her puny little girl prick. That takes care of you two, for now." I
cuddled the cute slut two, while her slave twin was delivering her wanton
instructions, petting her stiff little girl prick while she erotically suckled
on my throbbing teats.
"I'm going to fuck my own little arse pit on your big stiff prick, twat one, and
you can have the pleasure of feasting on my pussy while I do so. Cock one can
stare at your succulent arse ring and dream about lapping it with his lewd
tongue while we all fuck. I'm going lap your delicious, stiff, hot woman cock
with my tongue. There, no one's sex meat will be unattended, and we all have
plenty of wanton actions to immerse our depraved desires in. See how clever I
am. Now, let's get ourselves into position so we can start." We began to arrange
our naked bodies so that the instructions the lewd little slut had given could
be accomplished. While engaged in this, and with all our hearts pounding with
growing lust, the wanton slut one made one more announcement.
"Slut two, you and I are going to have our own little contest. The one whose
hot, tight arse tube extracts three loads from the cock it fucks first, will
have lost. The winner's prize will be to sleep with her partner's tongue buried
up her cunt pit. The loser will have to make do with sleeping with a tongue
slipped into her fucked out, sloppy arse tube." Twat one began a petulant
protest at the fact that I knew how to control a prick much better than she,
whose new cock had yet to come, even once, then realised that it didn't matter.
In fact, she would have rather lost, so she could suck her own ball cream from
slut one's ravishing arse tube.
I lay on my back and slut two crouched over my crotch. She reached down and
pulled my achingly stiff prick up until she was able to position its swollen
head against the tight ring of her arsehole. She wiped the re-cum that dripped
from its slit into her anal pout, to moisten it, and then, with a look of pure
unadulterated lust transforming her features from those of a young, playful girl
into those of an age old harlot, she sat on the huge, throbbing lust stalk, and
it oozed into her incredibly tight, and amazingly hot arse shaft. Inch after
inch of my wildly pulsating cock stem disappeared into the slave girl, her
breath becoming more and more ragged with each. I watched in awe as my prick
vanished into that snug writhing pit, until the lewd slut's shapely arse cheeks
rested on the tops of my thighs, and an expression of pristine, depraved rapture
again transformed her pretty face. "No starting until everyone's ready!" Came
the thought projection from slut one, "Or the contest won't be fair!"
This exhortation did not stop slut two from joining her hands together and,
without any form of preparation of it for the violent intrusion, drove both
deeply into my velvety cunt pit. I squealed silently, with a blend of shock and
delight while the slut's hands, wrists, and close to half the lengths of her
slender forearms were driven into my spasming hole. I basked in sheer depraved
enchantment. I was, for the first time, experiencing what it felt like to be
female, and I adored the sensation. My newly formed girl prick was as stiff as
steel, and throbbed with pleasure.
I reached down with both hands and drove all four fingers of each into the hot,
wet, silky sleave of slut two's excited pussy. I used the fingers to separate
the slut's pussy lips so that the balls of my thumbs were able to massage the
rock hard spike of her stiff, throbbing girl prick. A hand suddenly grasped my
chin and pulled my head back until my eyes were filled with the luscious sight
of twat one's widely split arse cheeks, and glistening, widely splayed cunt
split, and, of course, the pretty little rosebud of her delicious arse ring. My
long, lewd tongue, as if it had a mind of its own, shot out of my mouth, and its
wriggling tip attempted to tease the slave girl's wanton arse pout. I found, to
my complete amazement, and utter devastation, that no matter how hard I tried, I
could not actually get my tongue to touch twat one.
Slut one, picking up my almost frantic thought pattern, interjected with an
answer to my predicament, "Cock one, as far as I know sex slave pairs are not
permitted to engage in acts of sexual depravity with each other, or even to
touch each other, unless in the chamber of the Divine God Heroditas and the
Divine Goddess Aphrodisia. You are dedicated to the service of others, not
yourselves. So you'll just have to make do with the mere sight of twat one's
luscious arse ring for now." I was devastated, and so was twat one, from the
tenure of her thoughts. We were to be denied pleasures with each other, that we
had previously taken for granted. Of one thing, of course, there would be no
doubt, when permitted to rut with each other, for the amusement of the deities,
our performance would certainly be exquisitely enhanced by such awful denial. To
be forced to remain within ten feet of a naked twat one, and not be able to take
pleasure with her, or even touch her was going to be a constant source of
constant frustration for both of us. In truth, as will be seen, this state of
affairs was not to cause the bitter disappointment we now thought it would.
The ceiling of our chamber was completely mirrored, and so, because of the new
position of my head, I was given a panoramic view of our gloriously nude bodies.
I took in the depraved sight of my pounding prick base stretching slut two's
tight arse ring cruelly, my fingers spreading her drenched cunt split so lewdly
wide, her hands buried up my own twat chasm before her head dropped, and denied
my field of vision this part of the erotic tableau. I allowed my eyes to drift
up, and was greeted by the sight of slut one, perched over twat one's huge tits,
with about half the length of twat one's huge cock buried up her tight arse
hole. I watched as twat one threw her head forward, and buried her face in the
swamp of slut one's drooling cunt split.
"Now, we can start!" The lascivious little slut projected, her thought pattern
laced with licentious enthusiasm. She then arched her back so amazingly that her
lovely features faced my own face, and was only a few inches from it. The cute
little slut's eyes twinkled sheer depraved pleasure when, after using her tiny
fingers to stretch the plump lips of twat one's already spread cunt split even
wider, she poked out her pink tongue, and began to tease the pulsating length of
twat one's stiff girl prick.
To a veritable chorus of telepathic squeals of sheer lust, and exquisite sexual
pleasure all of us went into action. Slave pair body sluts' tight arse rings
began to slide up and down the rigid poles of twat one, and my cocks with
maddening slowness, at first. My fingers massaged the velvety interior of slut
two's dripping cunt pit with sensuous persistence, and my thumbs masturbated her
stiff girl prick with ever increasing vigour. My senses reeled at the exquisite
sensations flooding me from the punching of the lewd little slut's fists in and
out of my spasming cunt tube, not to mention the delightful sensations of her
wriggling tongue on my pulsing, steel hard girl prick. Slut one's agile tongue
flicked incessantly at twat one's burgeoning girl prick, while twat one
reciprocated by feasting ravenously on her slave girl's dripping twat gash.
I marvelled at the exquisite pleasure of owning a cunt, and having it so
thoroughly, and delightfully teased. The sensations were gloriously sexy, and
clearly matched those, more familiar, ones that filled my senses from the
stimulation of my throbbing cock by tight, hot arse chute. My thoughts sang with
pleasure, and lust filled euphoria. I dreamed, wantonly, that my own long, lewd
tongue was actually lapping and laving at the pulsating ring of twat one's
twitching arsehole, as my lust matured. Soon our bodies were shaking and
shuddering with sexual exhilaration.
My new cunt split, with my obvious lack of experience in controlling it, was the
first to climax, and released a veritable flood of ripe female sex juice. Slut
two's tongue momentarily abandoned its exquisite stimulation of my jerking woman
cock, and her voracious mouth eagerly slurped up the juices flowing from my
convulsing twat trench. I shrieked in ecstasy while my exploding cunt split
gushed uncontrollably, and my hot, throbbing cock pulsed wildly in the hot,
tight confines of the slave girl's writhing arse chute. My thumbs, now squeezing
and masturbating the lewd slut's pulsating girl prick with extreme vigour,
caused her swollen, excited cunt to explode, and it took all my concentration,
despite my own bursting ecstasy, to ensure that my spastically wriggling fingers
remained deeply buried up the rapidly flooding, ecstatically rippling cavern.
Twat one's cock, suffering from her inexperience in controlling its reactions to
intense stimulation, suddenly erupted, flooding slut one's writhing arse pit in
a sea of man juice. Twat one's avid mouth was almost instantaneously feasting on
the fresh young cunt cream of the delightfully lascivious slave girl as her
clever tongue teased it to cataclysmic orgasm. I could hold back no longer, and
my prick exploded in ecstasy, and the hot cream of my ball spurted from it tip
like a geyser, bathing the rippling walls of slut two's arse chute with a deluge
of sex lava.
After a few minutes out mental shrieks of sexual pleasure began to ebb to mere
moans. Never the less we were all soon back at work, stimulating each other to
renewed levels of lust and wanton desire. We teased and aroused each other with
single minded devotion until we were all, once again, surrendering to
uncontrollable ecstasy. Our cunts were driven to climax after climax. The slave
pair body sluts' arse pits became sloppy and loose from the constant attentions
of cocks reaming them out so thoroughly, and drowning them in oceans of rich,
hot man juice. I dreamt my long tongue had wound up with half its length
spearing twat one's pungent, convulsing arse ring, and I imagined the thrilling
sensation of her anal ring squeezing it hard each time her pleasure peaked.
We immersed ourselves in a never ending frenzy of orgiastic sexual lust. Our
cunts came and came and, even though the instructions of slut one only called
for three cock spits, our cocks exploded at least twice that many times, until
my balls, and, no doubt, those of twat one, ached and ached. Eventually we were
exhausted physically, although not mentally, and could no longer go on. The two
cute, sex crazed slave girls reluctantly allowed our spent pricks to slip from
their well fucked arse chasms and fell into our arms to be hugged and kissed
lovingly.
"Who won?" Slut two dreamily inquired. "No matter," The deliciously depraved
slut two rejoined, "We both have drenched arse pits that need to be sucked
clean, so slave pair twat-cock can both sleep with their lewd tongues buried up
our arses. I was suddenly desperately tired, and pressed my face into the fleshy
split between the gorgeous slut one's plump, shapely arse cheeks. My long tongue
slipped into her dripping anal ring, and I thrilled to the ripe flavours of twat
one's cock cream, then realised that it tasted remarkably similar to my own. I
drifted off to sleep, my mouth subconsciously sucking the ocean of cock cream
from the arse pit, swallowing it with sated contentment. A warm mouth closed
over the head of my satiated prick and nursed on it tenderly. My last thought
before a deep sleep overcame me, was that I didn't even know whose mouth it was,
not that it mattered.
