A Month in the Highlands
Chapter 3
In order to prevent panic from overcoming me, I concentrated all my
energy on polishing Lady Martha's rosebud to glistening perfection. My tongue
tickled and probed that tight fortress of muscle that protected her anal
passageway. My efforts seemed to have some effect upon her, as she began to push
herself back in an attempt to force my tongue through her sphincter and into
that warm musky chamber that held all manner of delightful tastes and smells.
Then One took a different tack and broke my concentration. I suddenly
felt his mouth closing around one of my churning testicles, then the teasing of
his tongue as it bathed my tight testis with a coat of saliva. From there the
sensation changed to one of pressure as he sucked hard on my imprisoned gonad
until I began to feel pain instead of pleasure. Two must have sensed in some way
my discomfort and he took this opportunity to shift himself so he could pound me
with short, quick strokes as his hands dug into the flesh of my hips.
I felt myself approaching another climax. One also sensed it and
redoubled his efforts to tickle my gonads into producing as much semen as
possible for him to ingest. His mouth moved from one to the other, applying
pressure that was surprisingly gentle although quite insistent. I realized that
this was his lot in life and in order to survive he had become most adept at
what he did. Two was alternating his thrusts, moving from side to side as if
trying to open me further. I thought that strange, in my experience a tight
bottom was always desireable, and I took great pains to keep mine as tight as
possible, which had seemed to make my nistress and most of her friends happy.
At this point Lady Martha expressed her discontent over my performance.
I was receiving so many different signals that it was nearly impossible to focus
on any one of them to the exclusion of the others. I was reminded rather
forcefully that the only signal I must acknowledge and respond to was from her.
It was she who was in charge; the rest of us were only slaves and as such were
equal in that we meant nothing to those exalted mistresses and masters.
Suddenly I felt Lady Martha's hands trying to rip the hair from my head.
The pain was so great that I forgot what I was doing. I could not have done
anything worse than to leave her glistening anus unattended. My head was yanked
back and forth as she tried to tear my hair out by the roots. One and Two
continued their activities unabated, knowing from my body language that I was
being buffeted about by their mistress, but caring only for their desperate
needs.
She abruptly shoved my face into her crotch and ground her hairy vulva
up and down from my brow to chin as she grunted and shuddered. I suddenly
realized that my anal activities had nearly borne fruit, but I was sufficiently
distracted that I was not aware at how successful I had almost been. I knew in a
flash that I would pay dearly for this extreme insult to her person. What
followed was not unexpected. Lady Martha began to box my ears, first with her
open hands and then with her fists. All I was able to do was bury myself deeper
into her furry furrow and suck as if my life depended on it, and perhaps it
might.
My efforts seemed to calm her down a bit and her thighs clamped around
my head, keeping me tightly attached to her pungent vulva. I quickly insinuated
my tongue into her slit and began licking for all I was worth. She humped
herself against my face and shuddered through the first stage of what proved to
be a massive orgasm. It was beginning to be very difficult to breathe, trapped
as I was by her dripping vulva and pebbled thighs. I opened my mouth wide and
tried to catch a small wiff of air. For a brief moment I was able to capture
some life sustaining air and so I resumed my attentions to her vagina, trying to
get as far into that sodden channel as I could. She wiggled her hips and went
through another set of spasms letting me gain more air. Each time she allowed me
a precious breath of air I outdid myself with the kind of stimulation I provided
to her increasingly wet tunnel.
It began to sink in that while I had been bringing Lady Martha to her
orgasm, her slaves had slacked off in their attempts to, in the case of One,
make me cum or in the case of Two, et him cum. I was most impressed by their
training, these two for all their brutishness knew instinctively what their
roles were in this particular event. I immediately was made to understand that
now that their mistress had achieved her main goal, they could resume. Two
shifted into another gear it seemed and now One had managed to get both of my
testes into his mouth, creating a unique sensation that I had not previously
experienced.
Lady Martha was not finished with me either as I discovered. She yanked
me by the hair until my head was out from her crotch and glaring at me she said
in a voice that made my blood freeze, "If you were not under Mistress Maggie's
protection, I would have you flogged until there was no room left on your
miserable body that could be made to bleed. You will suffer greatly for
inconveniencing me, but it will have to wait until your next visit when you will
be available for any and all manner of discipline from anyone who cares to
indulge. I shall make sure that I am in attendance to exact justice from your
miserable self. You shall have earned whatever befalls you then."
No sooner had these words been spoken when she began to pummel my face
with her clenched hands. I was helpless and unable to even dodge these blows
that rained down on my unprotected face. It was astonishing to me how much force
this matronly woman could develop. I knew by next day my eyes would probably be
nearly shut from the swelling that she was creating with these heavy blows.
Sometime during this vicious beating I realized that I was ejaculating into
One's greedy mouth and that somehow Two had managed to drive his thick organ
even deeper into my sore rectum. Then once more I felt that strange wetness
begin to envelop my anal passageway, and knew that Two had found his release as
well.
My temporary mistress soon tired of venting her anger on me, and set me
back to once more worshipping her anus and grooming her hairy pubes. She struck
me soundly across the skull every time she wanted me to transfer my attentions
from one region to the other. Meanwhile One and Two resumed their tireless
assaut on my penis and rectum. I know that the drugs Mistress Maggie had made me
take prior to our departure were still working at full effect. I was eager to
have Two split my bottom into two chunks of blistered meat and turn my insides
into mush, another side effect of drugs that stimulated one's libido. It allowed
all sorts of hidden pleasures and desires to escape from the depths of the
slave's mind, and mine was no exception.
I lost track of time and merely concentrated on making sure that I
responded quickly to the cuffing that I received from Lady Martha whenever she
wished me to turn my attentions to her dripping vulva or well moistened anus. I
managed to successfully bring her to another rather explosive orgasm; she nearly
suffocated me inside the folds of her soaked vulva as her vagina spewed a gusher
of salty fluid into my mouth.
Twice I spurted into One's demanding mouth; his tongue, lips and even
his hands were in constant use to milk me of whatever my churning testicles
could provide. I was thankful for the advantage that the sex stimulant drugs
gave me, but realized I would pay a very painful price once the effect wore off
and my sex organs had to cope with the outrageously excessive demands that had
placed upon them. Once more, that is the lot of the slave. The slave's life is a
series of tradoffs between pain and pleasure; this is the siren call of the
life. Only a slave, one committed to total service to a goddess, can understand
why it does what it does. How can a slave possibly explain what it means to be
in the company of a being so much greater than themselves, that one minute of
happiness derived from being her slave can more than overcome a year of pain and
suffering?
Two had slowed down slightly. Even with the assistance of drugs his
stamina was compromised by his less than optimum diet. Lady Martha also noticed
his decrease in vigor and began to berate him for his less than sterling
performance. He responded by redoubling his efforts to sodomize me in the manner
that his mistress expected of him. She finally waved him away and then decided
to have me service him orally.
I was rearranged on the table so he could present his still rigid penis
for my attention. As I knew it would be, his member smelled and tasted foul,
being covered with various and sundry secretions from both of us as well as
whatever was lurking in my colon, awaiting removal. I did what was expected of
me and in a very short time my sucking and licking had brought him to the verge
of cumming.
At this point Lady Martha began to use a strap on my buttocks, slashing
away, but not hard enough to draw blood. I knew that this was one of the
advantages I had since this was my initial visit to the club; no drawing of
blood and no permanent marking of my body. However this did offer the membership
some leeway in punishing me for any real or implied act of disobedience. I would
experience some rather creative expressions of this very shortly when Mistress
Fawn decided that I was in need of being taken down a peg or two.
I felt Two's hands grab my hair and then use this grip to control my
movements. I was doing my best to make him spurt, having surmised that the
beating I was receiving from Lady Martha was somehow connected to me ingesting
Two's semen. He began thrusting deep into me, his penis poking against the back
of my throat and making me gag. Quickly I was forced to begin spewing saliva
over the length of his member as he slammed mindlessly into my mouth. Snot was
literally issuing from my nostrils as the battering continued. I was now having
difficulty getting enough air to breathe, so deep was he now penetrating my
throat. My vision became blurred and my focus on things became diffused as I
approached my limit, still being unable to make Two deliver his seed into my
waiting mouth. Then things became dark and that is all I can recall.
(To be continued)
