The Enslaving of anna

Chapter 19

The next step in pang's training was to immerse her into the bdsm community so she could see other submissives in action, especially other slaves. It was important that she accept her role as a lifestyle choice, not merely a means of survival in my household. I decided that a visit to Jason Moore's house would be just the thing because his two slaves, oriana and mya, are well trained and would be good role models for her to observe. Jason was more than happy to cooperate. He loves to show off his two beauties, putting them through their paces, and he especially loves having some fresh poon to assuage his bottomless sexual appetite.

Immediately Jason wanted to expand the party, "add the spice of variety to the evening's entertainment," as he put it. He was frustrated because I would not yet allow pang's deflowering. He was intent on increasing the supply of available pussy, so he also invited Dr. Lorenz and his slave-wife julie, as well as Edmund Renault with his slave sweetpee. I hadn't seen Jake Lorenz and julie since that delightful trip to the island on the Titipoo . Ed was the vice president of my bank and had been the first man with whom I had shared anna back in the hot tub of the Iron Collar Club where he had put sweetpee on display in the electrical torture exhibit. I remembered the snit sweetpee had thrown when Ed fucked anna and was curious to see if he had trained his buxom blonde beauty properly since then. At any rate, the list of attendees ended up as four Masters and six slaves. Not a bad mix for a lech like Jason, even if the virgin vagina was off limits.

Occasions like this tend to bring out the competitive spirit among slave owners in the matter of dressing up their properties. Free women are endlessly absorbed in the quest for fitting in and looking good, of course, but it is not at all a friendly competition; it is a subtle and ongoing struggle to stand out while fitting in, to be utterly appropriate for the time, place and occasion while outgunning all others in the matter of exuding style, grace and sex. For us, however, dressing our females has a simple objective: who can come up with the sexiest outfit? An outfit that makes the slut so irresistible that the other males present feel an irrepressible desire to tear off the covering and ravish the contents!

Jason has no sense of style at all, so he leaves it to mya, his chief slave. her taste veers to the Hollywood Oscar look with lots of flash and cleavage.

Ed generally gets his ideas from Maxim or some girlie zine or other, which usually results in sweetpee looking like a cheap, over-endowed hooker on the make. A great look!

Jake likes costumes. I expected julie would show up as an over-sexed hippie, or a French maid. Something like that.

I myself am inclined to favor sexy cocktail dresses or costumes of a classic nature; Greco-Roman or Egyptian, perhaps. I flirted with the idea of dressing anna and pang as twins, but decided against it. For one thing, anna and pang could hardly have looked more different — anna being blond, blue eyed and very fair skinned, where pang's hair and eyes were a deep brown and her skin a luscious Asian bronze. Hardly twin-like. Furthermore, anna — in spite of her denials — was still a bit jealous of pang. So I decided to dress anna in a sexy little number consisting of a black silk sash that draped around the back of her neck and cris-crossed over her breasts to tie in back at the waist line, leaving her back bare. she wore a matching black micro skirt that ended at mid-thigh, black high heeled strap shoes and black net stockings. It was all set off with her beautiful gold collar with matching gold wrist and ankle cuffs. By contrast, I put pang in creamy white outfit (she was, after all, the only virgin in sight). It was at first glance primly demur, but on closer inspection titillatingly naughty. It consisted of front and back panels that dropped from neck to ankle, tied together with silk ribbons at the shoulders and waist. Any movement of her body, especially walking, caused the panels to gape apart revealing her lack of undergarments. The material was a course weave that was opaque when lighted from the front, but virtually transparent when back-lighted. she wore gladiator sandals with leather thongs half-way up her calf and a plain leather dog collar around her throat. anna led her about on a leather leash looking smugly superior.

We were the first guests to arrive so I had the opportunity to watch Jason's slaves in action. mya, his chief slave, had chosen a gown of velvet burgundy with a high stand-up collar like Disney's evil queen in Snow White . The neckline plunged down to just below her navel to give us a scintillating view both of her sumptuous cleavage and diamond navel ring. The dress continued down to the floor, but with a split front that parted as she walked to give saucy peeks at her long legs and rouged pussy. She greeted each Master at the door warmly and invited him in, correctly ignoring his slave. oriana, her underling, immediately appeared with a tray of drinks and hors d-oeuvres to offer him, again paying no attention to his slave. mya had dressed oriana in a frilly blue maid's costume with a skirt that barely covered her bottom and feminine cleft. A large oval cutout in the center of her top expanded outward nearly to her nipples, presenting a spectacular display of her charms.

Dr. Lorenz arrived shortly after I did. His slave-wife julie, her short blond hair an expensive explosion of spikes and tangles in the latest Hollywood style, was clad in an amazing outfit of black suede. It consisted of bands of horizontal suede strips that managed to cover her nipples and nether parts most (but not all) of the time, ending just below her hips, with matching suede sandals, collar and cuffs on wrists and ankles.

Ed Renault was the last to arrive. He had draped a chain mail cloak over slave sweetpee to keep her reasonably legal for the trip from the car to the house. From a certain angle I could catch a glimpse of a succulent girl bit through the mesh of chains, and when she unclasped the cloak and removed it, I could see why Ed had decided to cloak her. she was wrapped in a gorgeous burnt orange sarong, a long strip of silky fabric trimmed in red and gold brocade that began at a loop around her right shoulder and swooped down to cover the right breast, and finished by winding around her hips where it was tied off at a sexy angle over her thighs.. Frequent tossings of her head during the course of the evening allowed her long blond tresses to sweep sensuously across the stiffened nipple of her exposed left breast, drawing attention to it and the lush pillow it topped. Since that meeting in the Iron Collar Club hot tub when anna was in training, sweetpee had learned not only to accept her Master's frequent grazing in new sexual pastures, but to enjoy his use of her as a pass-around slave for his friends. she used every feminine wile to stir up the males at the party without going beyond the limits set by her owner.

Jake, Ed, Jason and I allowed our slaves a glass or two of wine during the happy hour preceding dinner, even letting them join in the conversation, except for oriana who had been given the duty of serving us drinks and appetizers. While this excluded her from most of the verbal intercourse, it did not mean she was ignored. she received a good deal of attention from hands and fingers. Ed in particular found her oval cutout irresistible and invariably held her up for a minute or two while, with his free hand, he tested the firmness and hard little points of the warm melons half hidden from sight under the fabric. anna (who thought I wasn't watching) managed to sneak a third cocktail and was fully relaxed before we moved into the dining room for dinner.

oriana and pang, being the lowest in the pecking order, served. The other slaves sat on the floor next to their owners where they ate from plates in their laps. oriana and pang were not allowed to eat until everyone else had been served dessert. Then they got down on all fours to eat leftovers and scraps from our plates scraped into bowls. No utensils, of course. They were allowed napkins, however, so they could wipe the food from their faces when someone called for service.

Dessert was followed by an excellent brandy. I asked that anna be given one as well, but not pang. anna was gracious enough not to gloat as pang handed it to her, but I could see she was glowing with the satisfaction of this public affirmation of her favored status in my household.

Jason noticed what I had done and followed suit, ordering his under-slave oriana to bring brandy to his head slave mya. mya, who was equally comfortable as a Mistress or submissive, accepted the drink with equanimity, and oriana, whose pretty neck was always under mya's foot, was equally unfazed by the demonstration of the lowliness in which she reveled.

All through dinner Ed became more and more frisky, in direct proportion to the glasses of wine he consumed, feeling up the waitresses at every opportunity. oriana was a bit put off by the first intrusion of his hand in her crotch, but a "stay put" gesture from her Master was sufficient command to let her know this was to be her role: a plaything for the guests. Inevitably pang was treated to the same crude behavior. The first time she felt his hand on her thigh she shrank away, darting a panicky look at me. I knew she would not understand the subtle signal Jason had sent oriana, so I ordered anna to go to the girl and convey the same message more directly. Instantly anna hopped up from the place on the floor beside me and went over to pang, guiding her wary charge back to Ed's side. she explained to him that pang was in training and needed to learn how to behave properly as a slave, then held pang in place by her shoulders as Ed ran a hand up and down her inner thigh, lingering at the juncture of her legs to tickle the entrance to her still locked womanhood. I watched pang's expression closely. Once she realized that she was expected to allow this stranger to fondle her intimately, she relaxed and stood quietly, even spreading her legs a little to facilitate the play of his fingers under her garment.

"Yo, Ed! Be careful with those fingers," I said. "Don't bust her cherry. I'm saving it for a special occasion soon, when she's trained well enough."

"A special occasion!" Jake laughed. "Trained! What the hell does that mean? Like when she's finally horny enough to throw herself on your fucking tool?"

"Hey, give him a break," Jason chimed in. "Maybe he's working the Russian mafia angle, looking to sell her for a fat return on his investment."

"More likely he just wants her all for himself, selfish bastard," Ed opined, caressing the back of pang's knee. "Sweet little piece like this only gets her cherry popped once and ole Dan wants to do the poppin'. Right Danny boy? That's if she really is still a virgin. Kind of hard to believe, her being such a beauty."

"Oh, she's a virgin, all right," I said. "I inspect her every day to make sure she doesn't do herself and spoil my plans. She will lose her virginity in a very public way, but only when she asks for it, which will be soon. Mine will be the rod that tears that useless yet symbolic piece of tissue asunder, but all of you will be there to share in her introduction to womanhood."

"You mean we'll finally get to fuck her?" Jason said, knocking back the last of his brandy.

"Absolutely. she and anna and others. It will be an orgy to remember. But until then, that particular hole is off limits, gentlemen."

"Christ!" sputtered Ed. "How can you stand it, having that sweet young poon just a few feet away every night and never once slipping your meat into it?"

"Enormous self control," I answered, "plus the availability of an equally delectable piece of ass who's so hot for me she can barely restrain herself like the good slut she is. In fact, I frequently have to punish her because she just can't keep her hands off my equipment."

This bit of bullshit prompted a round of laughter from the men, and an adoring smile of appreciation from anna.

Jason suddenly stood up. "I've been forced to stare at sweetpee's bare tit all evening and now I'm horny as hell. It's time we repaired to the playpen and used these slaves for some fun and games."

That brought a swift round of agreement from the Masters and smiles from their slaves and we all moved to Jason's enormous Great Room to begin the action. Once again, in accordance with our natural male instincts, we had decided on games of competition among the Masters, using our combined stable of lovely slaves as props. Dr. Lorenz, in an inordinately magnanimous mood — enhanced, no doubt, by the fine wines he had provided for the occasion — insisted that at least one of the games be designed to assure our females a fair share of enjoyment in the pleasuring to come. Purist slave masters will find this concept laughable, but I backed him on it because I wanted this evening's activities to reinforce pang's growing appreciation of life as a sex slave. I also felt anna should be rewarded for her good behavior in accepting pang's presence in my household and my bed. Not that she had a choice, but she knew full well that she could have made pang's life miserable when I was away at work, yet she did not. She behaved graciously and taught pang well, both in her studies of English and in the proper deportment of a slave. Once again I reminded the Masters, however, that although I wanted pang involved in the games, we must take care not to undo her virginity.

For the first event we decided to divide the men into two teams: Jason and Ed against Jake and me. It would be a stopwatch event, racing against the clock, using five of the females as a race course. Here's how it went.

We stripped all the slaves, blindfolded all but pang and laid the five blindfolded girls side by side on the carpet about a foot apart with their feet pulled back so their legs were bent at a 45-degree angle. Each girl's ankles and knees were tied to the ankles and knees of the girls beside her. The outside females had their outside legs tied to a heavy chair. Jason came up with six thick pillows which we stuffed under their rumps to elevate their pussies, now wide open and ready for use. What an inspiring sight, those five freshly shaved, inviting cunts, some already growing moist in anticipation.

We gave pang a saucer containing a strawberry, a dried apricot, a cherry, a purple grape and a date. I demonstrated on the nearest cunt what she was to do with them. She giggled and went right to work. Using only her mouth and tongue, she inserted one of the pieces of fruit in each of the five waiting receptacles. Now all five pussies were showing signs of excitement.

The object of the race was for each contestant to move down the row of stuffed cunts and remove the pieces of fruit, using only his mouth and tongue. In addition, he had to keep all five pieces in his mouth and spit them out into pang's saucer at the end of the line. Each contestant began his race with the click of a stopwatch; it ended with another click when he dropped the five pieces of collected fruit into the saucer. As we expected, the women found the game particularly enjoyable and every one of the five had at least one orgasm before it was over. I won the race easily, but I confess, I had been practicing my technique with anna who really loves the game and often requests it now at our parties and at the Iron Collar Club. I usually acquiesce because I love to savor the exquisite contrast of fruit flavors layered with the distinctive taste of each individual pussy. And she loves the sensation of warm tongues inserting the fruit and more tongues fishing it out again.

The game that most appealed to the men also required the five females to be lined up on their backs and spread open. But this time it was on Jason's king sized bed in his opulent master bedroom. Three of the slaves were laid out cross-wise on one side of the bed and two on the other, all with their butts on the edge of the mattress and their wrists tied together under their backs. The two rows were interlaced at the shoulders and we tied each girl to her neighbor by the elbows to keep them from moving. It was a four-poster bed with a frame for a canopy overhead. We tied each girl's ankle to her neighbor's and strung them up to the frame so their legs were splayed open vertically and their sex readily available. Another lovely sight!

This game was also against the clock. The object was to circumnavigate the bed, fucking all five slaves with ten strokes without cumming, then reverse direction. On the return trip around it became a race for who could cum the fastest — spewing the proof of our climax on the belly of whatever girl we were fucking at the time. Also, on that return trip there was no limitation on strokes per girl. For this game, pang was the timekeeper. To keep ourselves honest, we all chanted every stroke aloud and made sure pang started the stopwatch at the tenth stroke in the fifth girl and stopped it when the first spurt of cum landed on a slave's tummy. And again, to even up the pleasure for the females, two of us moved clockwise from oriana to anna to julie to mya to sweetpee, and the other two started with sweetpee and circled counterclockwise to oriana. We drew cards from a deck to decide who went which way: the two highest (Ed and me) went clockwise and the two lowest (Jake and Jason) went the opposite direction.

Ed was the first to compete and the quickest to lose. He gave oriana the requisite ten strokes but was so over stimulated by the evening's events that he only managed five strokes in anna before he pulled out and blew his spunk all over her belly.

Jake went next starting at sweetpee and was able to enjoy all five sluts, even sucking on pang's tits while fucking sweetpee, before reversing directions. Fifteen seconds later he ejaculated a prodigious load on mya's belly.

My turn began at oriana's end (so to speak) and with every new wet receptacle I had to concentrate on not letting myself go. By the time I reached sweetpee at the end of my sweet ordeal, I was barely contained. Since the rules prohibited cumming on her, I quickly masturbated my way back to julie and climaxed on the golden flesh of her abdomen. Seven seconds. Not bad.

But Jason bested me. As he screwed his way through sweetpee, mya and julie his fatuous grin crumbled into a strained grimace. He somehow fought off his hormones as he fucked anna, then oriana, and at the start of the stopwatch on the tenth stroke was able to dash back between anna's thighs to spurt an arcing shot of cum all the way to her breasts. Five seconds. The clear winner.

We released the females and spent the next hour freely socializing, drinking and resting up for the next sex game. The men were fully dressed but the women remained naked, except for their collars, to keep things in perspective. The collars were all the beautiful special occasion dress collars, except for oriana and pang who wore their leather play collars, plus cuffs on their wrists and ankles, as befit their lower status.

The final game of the evening was designed primarily for the pleasure of the Masters. We stripped from the waist down and sat in a row of chairs from the dining room placed a couple of feet apart. We each selected a slave, not our own, to kneel in front of us. I chose the voluptuous sweetpee; Jake, to my left, decided on oriana; Ed, to his left, wanted the statuesque mya; and Jason, at the other end, chose pang. That left julie and anna. julie was ordered to kneel between sweetpee and oriana; anna between mya and pang.

The duty of the slave facing us was to give head, while julie and anna were to help stimulate the men on both sides of them by massaging their balls, one set in each hand. The object of the competition was to be the first man to reach his second orgasm of the night. Rewards were to be issued in accordance with our finishing position. For the men, that involved bottles of rare champagne, tickets to hot sporting events and certificates worth one future fuck of any slave belonging to any of the other three owners. For the women, the slave giving head to the first place winner would be allowed to get dressed and be excused from the dungeon activities to follow. As to the others, the slave servicing the second place Master would receive five blows with a leather belt. Third place was worth seven strokes with a ratan cane. Fourth place would bring ten lashes with a singletail whip. The girl massaging the first place winner's balls would be exempted from punishment, unless she was also massaging the fourth place loser, in which case her bottom would be warmed by ten blows with a paddle. Otherwise, she would share the fate of the slave next to her who received the heavier penalty.

This time Ed's perennial horniness and overstimulated condition worked to his advantage. He went rigid and spouted cum all over mya's face way before the next fastest gun, Jake. I finished third and Jason enjoyed a blissful last place finish. I could see that anna was already feeling the complex anxiety of fear and excitement in anticipation of the ten lashes she was due. I'm not sure pang understood that she was in for the same treatment, but once we were all in Jason's dungeon I asked that she be strung up and whipped alongside anna, stroke for stroke, so she could learn from anna's example how to deal with playful punishment. anna carefully refrained from screaming or even crying out during the whipping, ritually counting each stroke, thanking Ed (who had drawn the right to whip her) for each lash and asking for the next. ("One! Thank you, Sir. Please give me another." A crack of the whip and a groan. "Two! Thank you, Sir. Please give me another.") The young under-sub dutifully copied her mistress's demonstration, cringing and gasping through clenched teeth with every stroke, then repeating anna's words, thanking her torturer (Jason) and asking for another lash. On it went to the count of ten. she never wavered. her charmingly tortured English and her big grin when it was over were most endearing. Of course I had asked Jason to go easy on her. Still, even a mild bite from the singletail is a trying experience.

On the way home that night I happened to glance in the mirror and caught sight of pang in the back seat, eyes closed, rubbing her clit, shivering with the sensation it produced. Since I had not given her permission, that behavior would be worth a bit of punishment the next day, but it would be light punishment because it gave me a valuable signal. The evening's events, both the pleasure and the pain, had definitely turned her on. She was a born submissive. It was time to make her commit to a lifetime of it. It was also time to release her from the bonds of her virginity.

 

anna's journal, August 28

Last night was the first collaring i've been to since my own. This time i was the one who organized the whole thing. No, not "organized." Forgive me, Master! It was You who made the decisions; i merely saw to it that Your wishes were carried out. (Oh how i wish i could tear out this page and start over! Now i will have to confess that stupid slip and be punished for it!)

Anyway, Master decided to invite seven of His bdsm friends and their slaves: Master Thomas Atkins and slave kristina. Master Peter Arnson and slave pixie. Master Jason Moore and his two slaves, orianna and mya. Master Jake Lorenz and slave julie. Master Eric Decker and slave tori. Master Blane Stankovski and slave jessika. And Master Logan Kapler and slave tatyana. As a good slave, i attended to the many details of sending the invitations and arranging for the catering. i pray Master will take this into consideration when He decides on my punishment for the above impertinence.

The Masters were asked to dress their slaves in white sheers. At the dinner preceding pang's collaring, we slaves sat cross-legged on the floor beside our Masters. we were permitted to eat from real dinnerware and tableware, however, holding them in our laps.

For the collaring ceremony, Master had found a Cambodian interpreter to translate the contract into her own language as she read it to the assembled guests. Master read his portion of the contract, pausing for the interpretation in Cambodian and a nod from pang to indicate that she understood it, phrase by phrase. The contract to which she agreed was for a ten year period of slavery, the same time period she was originally purchased for by Peter.

Forgive me, Master, but i confess that i was comforted by the fact that pang's contract was not for life, like mine. Does that mean that Master loves me more than pang? The contract also gives Master the right to sell pang, as He can me. Maybe He will tire of her and decide to get His money back. she's cute and docile, but i work harder at pleasing Master.

For pang's deflowering ceremony, which followed her collaring, we set up a bed with a spoked headboard. The mattress was covered with down-filled pillows and there was no foot board. pang's wrists were cuffed to the headboard spokes using the leather cuffs that she liked best. she was still draped in the sheer white diaphanous sheer. All the Masters and their slaves gathered around the bed in a circle, the slaves having stripped to the buff. When all was ready — the room lighted only by an array of candles and pang duly made helpless on the bed — Master emerged from his bedroom dressed only in his burgundy smoking jacket. With a ceremonial flourish He whipped away the gauzy sheer covering pang and revealed her lithe young body, her smooth dark skin creating an exotic contrast to the white sheet under her in the flickering light of the candles. Master ordered me to kneel at the foot of the bed and take Him into my mouth where I coaxed Him to full erection. Then he had me lick pang's labia and lubricate her with plenty of saliva before He gently inserted himself and began a series of easy thrusts deeper and deeper into her until she let out a yelp of pain as He broke through her hymen, putting her virginity behind her forever. He withdrew and we watched the blood drip out of her newly available pussy into a spreading stain on the sheet. Master then ordered me to lick her clean, dipping my tongue deeply into her to clear out the blood and lubricate her anew for his second entry. He reentered her, this time with a tempo intended to excite her to orgasm, matching his thrusts to her mounting response until they both came together.

i admit that my pleasure at watching them achieve ecstacy together was tinged with jealousy, as it always is when i watch Master having sex with another woman. i know it's not my place to feel that way but i cannot help my feelings. i love Him and am always afraid He'll tire of me and sell me. Yet that very fear, the knowledge that He can dispose of me at will, the insecurity of it, is exciting to me. It's part of why i agreed to be His property. So i have no right or reason to complain.

After Master had spent Himself and withdrawn again from pang, He slipped the bloodied sheet from under her and draped it over the headboard in a parody of the ancient tradition to display the proof of her former virginity. He invited all the Masters who wished to partake of her body to do so as part of the ritual to affirm that she is now His property and He has the right to offer her to whomever He pleases, and she must comply. "Gentlemen," He announced, "I have enjoyed the first fruits of this slave's lovely body and find her to be a worthy possession. It now pleases me to offer this delectable creature to those of you who would like to explore her newly exposed pleasure cove. The only restriction is that she must be allowed a two minute rest between visitations to prevent damage to those tender new parts."

It was my duty to maintain the proper intervals between fuckings and lubricate both pang and each of the Masters who used her, then clean up both afterwards with my mouth and tongue. On this special occasion Master allowed me to hydrate myself with wine so that by the time all seven Masters had navigated pang's sweet young channel I was floating on a major buzz. It was clear that pang, too, was enjoying her new role as her Master's whore. Every new penis brought her to a new climax.

While each of the men availed themselves of pang and me, the rest, along with their slaves, were socializing and scarfing down the pastries and drinks. But about an hour later, after all seven men had taken advantage of my Master's offer, it was time for the rest of the slaves to contribute to the evening's entertainment. Master's dungeon provided plenty of equipment to facilitate play.

Master placed pang and i back to back with our legs spread and her ankles shackled to mine. He stretched out our arms to each side and strapped them to a horizontal 2x4 between the backs of our shoulders, then strapped our necks together. For good measure He tied us together by our hair as well. Next He attached clamps to our nipples, the kind with round metal teeth that bite harder when they are pulled. He ran cords through pulleys from the clamps on pang's nipples to mine and tied them taut so that if either of us moved or began to slump from exhaustion it would pull painfully on both our tits. At least, i thought, our backsides are inaccessible to whips and canes. But, as it turned out, that still left plenty of flesh available for torture. Master produced two large boxes filled with plastic clothes pins which he had ordered pang and me to string together the week before. Now the boxes were placed at our feet and the guests were invited to attach some to our bodies every time they passed by or felt moved to do so. The games in the dungeon lasted about an hour and by the end of that time pang and i were bristling with more than a hundred clothes pins from our throats to our calves and along both arms, especially the tenderest portions of our skin around the breasts, belly, labia and inner thighs. Having been through this zipper thing before, i knew that although my body was on fire from the many pinching jaws, the pain to come, while short-lived, would be far worse. It's a peculiar feeling of yearning for release while dreading it at the same time. pang, on the other hand, didn't know what was coming. she had never been given the zipper treatment. In fact, when Master had used clothes pins or nipple clamps on her, He almost always released them slowly so as to minimize the pain. she was in for a terrible surprise and i couldn't even warn her because both of us had been gagged with thick wads of cloth. The good thing about it was that because of all the clothes pins there was no place left for the Masters to cane or whip us. The other girls got that treatment.

mya, oriana, tori and jessika were somewhere behind me in the dungeon so i couldn't see what was happening to them, although i could hear the smack of whatever instruments were being used on them and the screams and groans they elicited. julie, tatyana, kristina and pixie were in clear view, however, and i'm so thankful to Master that He spared us what they had to endure.

tatyana was kneeling in a tub, her wrists lashed to its handles, her hair tied with a cord to a metal hook planted in her ass so that her back was arched and her head pulled back face up. A spider gag had been strapped into her mouth, her squirming tongue visible through the big metal O. The word "TOILET" had been painted across her breasts and one by one the Masters had relieved themselves on her face and into her mouth. If they were disappointed with the amount of their piss she had swallowed, they expressed their displeasure by caning her breasts until she whimpered and cried.

julie had been hung upside down by her ankles, her legs spread wide, her forearms bound tightly together behind her back. she, too, had an O-ring gag in her mouth, but it had been put to a different use. The Men were stuffing either various dildos into it or their own engorged members. Her ass, pussy, thighs and breasts were bright red and covered with frightful welts as each Master took a turn caning or whipping her. She was gagging and obviously having trouble breathing what with the combination of her screams, intrusions into her mouth and her own tears and snot.

kristina was mounted on a four-by-four turned so that one edge was up and biting into her crotch. her wrists were bound to her ankles which were tethered to floor rings. A rope around her neck kept her from toppling off her painful perch. Even without the Men pinching her nipples, or flogging her, which They did often, she was in obvious distress.

pixie also had her wrists bound to her ankles, but she had been suspended from the ceiling like a piñata.. her back was striped with the blows of a singletail whip and her exposed bottom and thighs exhibited a painful array of purple wales from a cane. i was feeling really sorry for all of them until Master invited Master Jason Moore to pull the zipper on me. He pulled the cord in a smooth hand-over-hand motion that ignited a molten river of pain and a scream i couldn't stop until the last plastic jaw had been torn from my flesh. As I hyperventilated my way back from the ordeal, i could hear pang screaming through her own "zipper" agony.

But our contribution to the evening's entertainment was not over yet. i looked up to see Master approaching with a final torture. He inserted a copper stim in my vagina and secured it painfully in place with a large spring clamp on my labia. Presumably He did the same with pang. Wires ran from the stims to an electrical control panel. Next he sprayed us with water to increase conductivity. Finally he picked up a rod with a round copper tip. It was also wired to the control panel. "Here it comes," He said, and touched it to my right breast. Fire blazed from the point where it touched my breast to the stim in my cunt. i screamed into my gag as the ball point of the wand moved around my breasts and over my body, the trail of fire following it, a constant connection of agony to the delicate tissue of my vagina. Now i, too, was sobbing, the tears streaming down my cheeks, mingling with the strings of drool flowing from my gagged mouth. Behind me, pang was also screaming as she experienced her first dose of torture inside her newly opened love vault. It seemed to go on forever but ended before i passed out.

All eight of us slaves were finally released from our various ordeals, but we did not return to the main part of the house. Instead we were herded into a single cage in one corner that was maybe five or six feet square. we were ordered to cram ourselves into it, a writhing mass of female flesh when the door to the cage was squeezed shut and locked. There we stayed while the Men repaired to the Study to enjoy a game of poker. Remember, most of the women had been treated to the wine and their bladders were by now demanding relief. The Men had pissed on and into poor tatyana, but the slaves had been given no such opportunity. tatyana's doubly distressed bladder was, in fact, the first to give way. she cried and pleaded for forgiveness as her urine cascaded down through the mass of girls. Before the poker game ended, two other girls had been unable to contain themselves. By the time our Masters returned we reeked like a back alley in the Bronx. When tatyana's owner, Master Kapler, learned that she had started the flood, He hauled her feet out through the bars of the cage and caned her soles to a mass of purple welts as she sobbed into tori's breasts. When He was satisfied that she had been properly chastised, we were all dragged out of the cage and hosed off in the tiled corner of the dungeon. Finally we were leashed and led away, pang and me to Master's bedroom, the other slaves out to the cars for the trip home, still naked and dripping.

Master allowed both pang and me to sleep with Him in the bed, but it was pang He fucked this morning and allowed to eat with Him at the table, while i served them and ate my own breakfast from the dog bowl on the floor.