Xanadu

Louise called a few weeks later, a few weeks after my visit to the Thorn & Thistle and a few days after i had lost my job.

“Do you remember Sir John,” She asked, “Sir Jon Brightman the Director? He needs an assistant, a boy actually. Are you interested fancypants?”

My memory of Sir John was very vivid, as vivid as the welts I wore for over a week after he had vigorously applied a dozen to my rump.

“Yes Mistress, of course i do. He was very impressive, overpowering actually, a gorgeous man with a prodigious cock. But what is it that he needs an assistant, or a boy? An assistant is a managerial position, a boy, well You know very well what a boy does for a Master.”

Louise laughed a throaty cackle, “you have the number sissy, you decide,” and She hung up the phone.

i thought briefly about the Thorn and Sir John. i remembered how he had rudely pushed his cock down my throat and how desperately i needed a stretching.

Then i picked up the phone, when it was answered i cooed, “Sir Jon please, it’s ms. fancypants begging to speak to Him!”

My second entrance to The Thorn and Thistle was similar to my first, except of course, there was no parade of slaves to accompanying me. The butler again greeted me at the door with a plastic bag and i deposited my clothing in it and stood nervous and naked in the hallway waiting for a groom to fetch me.

The minutes ticked by; one, three, ten, and i became acutely aware of my nudity and my excitement. i scanned the walls and the ceilings till a dim flickering light betrayed the camera that was recording my arrival. Suddenly a door swung open and when he appeared my mouth dropped open.

Pia was his or her name, and he, she, or it was the most beautiful androgynous looking person i had ever seen. He had an intelligent face with broad high cheekbones and a generous mouth. His sandy colored brown hair was shoulder length, slightly curled, and had streaks of blonde highlights that gave him a thoroughly naughty look.

Pia produced a wide posture collar and began lacing it around my neck. i could feel his soft cool fingers on my skin, tapered and elegant, the nails sharp and silvery with lacquer.

my eyes cherished every inch of him. He was wonderfully slender, yet had flaring feminine hips and long sexy legs made even longer by a string bikini that tied on the side of each hip.

The little pouch of his panties had a sweet bulge that aroused my passion and when he saw my excitement he kissed me deeply, then backed away.

“Follow me,” he said and began marching through the hallways to the center stairway. My eyes stayed glued to him.

A huge tattoo of a kneeling Geisha decorated his back diagonally from left shoulder to right hip and i found something religiously serene about the beautiful depiction of submissive.

Pia had wide strong shoulders like Mistress Louise, a tapering back, tiny waist, and a pear shaped behind. Except for Louise, i have never seen a body so faultless; the flesh was toned and firm, the lines of his body hard and perfect. i would have followed him for eternity to just enjoy the bounce of his gorgeous derriere and the feminine sway of his hips.

In moments we had risen to the very top floor, the sixth, and when the door opened i was awash in a sea of luxury.

“He calls it Xanadu,” Pia said, and i recalled the opening lines of the Coleridge poem.

“Exactly, and you’ll be trained to provide pleasure, as I have been trained. Now, not another word unless you are commanded to speak, Sir Jon is waiting.”

We headed towards a large double door carved from teak wood. The walls were full of beautiful erotic art, oils and watercolors, charcoal sketches and pencil drawings all precisely matted and framed then illuminated by overhead track lighting like you would see in a gallery.

It was a sumptuous surrounding, much like Louise’s studio, except the ambiance was more masculine, darker woods and heavier furniture. And yet the Feminine touches were obvious. Flowers sat on every table; roses and iris, jasmine and lily. Each delivered a powerful scent; each blossomed like the lips of the Female sex, beautiful and mysterious.

A long oval mahogany table sat in the center of the large ornate room and Sir Jon sat at its end with a group of three Masters and three Mistresses. Each was dressed in fetish attire, leathers and furs, high boots and taunt garters. i lowered my eyes in a show of obedience.

Sir Jon rose from his chair and bid me to approach. He placed my hands on my head and inspected every inch of me, underarms and biceps, nipples and tummy. He squeezed and kneaded my flesh till he was satisfied, then spun me around, put his hand on my neck and pushed forward.

A sudden flush of shame rose through my body. i could hear the members at the table squirming in their chairs, moving to get a glimpse of my anus, probably wondering if Sir Jon would take me right there.

But he only finished his inspection, patted my rump to command me to move back again to my position next to Pia, and sat down.

He took out a gold Mont Blanc pen and a sheet of elegant ivory linen writing paper watermarked with the crest of the Thorn & Thistle.

The pen scratched against the paper, line after line, all the way from top to bottom, and when Pia had read the instructions, she smiled broadly.

Chapter 2: Rituals of Purification

Pia led me out of the conference room and down another hallway to a large bathroom and purgatorium where he ordered me up onto a chrome and leather examination chair. He placed a pillow under my hips and raised my legs up and over stirrups attached to the chair so that my rump was raised and gapping. Next to the chair was a table holding an assortment of tubes, razors, ointments, and oils.

“you were purged on your first visit here,” he asked?

“Yes it was a memorable enema, five gallons that distended me like nothing ever before. i enjoyed the cleansing.”

“Here in Xanadu, purification is a daily ritual,” he said, while opening a new box of Westco latex gloves. Sir Jon demands an extreme degree of cleanliness.”

Pia squirted a glob of “Wet” onto his gloved fingers from a half full quart bottle and opened my anus wider with his index finger. He administered a gentle stretching till he saw that i was relaxed and my muscles accepted the intrusion.

“We’ll come here on odd numbered days for lengthy colonics; usually twenty gallons administered a quart at a time. The warm waters are mixed with medicinal herbs and delightful oils for extra cleansing. Once each quart is injected and dissolves some waste, it is pumped out to a large drainage system and the process will be continued until the waters are depleted.”

“Will i never have control over my bodily functions again Pia? It seems so..., so humiliating to have others controlling such intimate acts.”

“It is humiliating, and it will be ever more so when guests are present to witness your debasement. But you’ll learn to accept it, we all do.”

He inserted a rubber tube into my anus an inch at a time till nearly two feet filled me and then turned on the electric machine that pumped the waters into me; i felt my eyes grow wide at the sensation.

i had expected the slow drip of an enema but was surprised instead by jets of water in hard short bursts. my hips pumped automatically, the way they do when in the act of coitus. Again, i felt an enormous shame!

Pia stroked my forehead, “Relax, the purge is going to happen, regardless of what you do or think. Enjoy it, enjoy it the way you enjoy your Mistress’ harness.”

i felt better, something less than a slut!

At least the wastes were being flushed away, it was some consolation. At my first visit we all emptied our bowels in a communal bathroom while grooms chuckled at our position. i have never been so mortified.

i close my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of having my pussy cleaned.

“But what of the even numbered days Pia, what do we do then?”

“Anal rinses are mandatory twice each day, and after each use by a Master or Mistress. Though you may not realize it you have been screened for disease, everyone on this floor has been, digitally and secretly. Everyone here is pure, STD free.”

Most Masters prefer “bareback” insertions and you’ll enjoy the honor of milking them dry and feeling their hot cream bathe your insides. Mistresses seem to stick to the old ways, scented and colored prophylactics are still their favorites, but you’ll still be required to douche.”

Just then the door flew open and another beauty entered. Like Pia, he was an odd mixture of masculine and feminine traits, tall and shapely, and black as a panther. He ran to a small pool that resembled a hot tub and slid down into the waters, a look of relief covered his face quickly and he smiled at me with a mouthful of big white teeth.

“Hi Bebe, who are you?”

His accent was very proper English like someone educated in a London public school. But his wide nostrils and huge lips reminded me of Central Africa and i guessed that he had been owned, been a slave for a very long time.

“Marnie, this is Fancy. Fancy, this is Marnie, who has been entertaining Prince Tannahide in one of the royal suites, and unless I’m mistaken he’s got a very sore bottom. By the way dear, the pool is a healing mixture that takes away the sting of punishments. you’ll learn to love it.”

Marnie walked out of the pool, a tight spring of coiled bundled muscles like a cobra ready to strike. His abs and thighs were covered with thin taunt skin, and a long cock dangled between his legs. He reached behind and cupped his buttocks to rub away the final sting of his caning, then bent over to pick up a fluffy white towel. His buttocks were two beautiful ebony melons, like a thoroughbred mare bred to be mounted. i counted a dozen thin white stripes decorating each globe. On me or Pia they would have been pink or angry red and raised, regardless they were beautiful.

my sigh must have been loud enough to hear because he looked back over his shoulder, reached behind and parted his cheeks wide enough that i could enjoy the sight of his whorled pussy.

“A new horny little slut, I like that, we’ll get to play darling,” he said, “Can I help?”

The last drop of water was flush from my bowels and they helped me up from the chair. i felt light as a feather and as fresh as a flower.

Pia and Marnie stood on either side of me as we walked to the other side of the room; they playfully spanked my bottom and laughed all the way.

i was placed on a washing table and scrubbed, then shaved, then coated with a sweet smelling depilatory and rinsed. i let my hands touch every part of my body and was shocked at how smooth and soft i was. i loved it!

Soon I’d be like them, like Pia and Marnie. Velvety skin, feminine but not too shy, made for pleasure, made to pleasure others at their whim.

They sat me at grooming table and Marnie mixed mascara, emerald green with splinters of gold, and i lowered my eyes to let him paint me.

Something touched my right nipple, then my left, and when i opened my eyes i saw that Pia had placed two little suction pumps over each breast. A table had been wheeled up that included pumps of every conceivable size, huge cones to accommodate the largest cock, and tiny cylinders that could squeeze a clitoris, or stimulate the sensitive tissues of an anus.

She squeezed a simple hand pump and i watched my nipples thicken and stretch.

“They’ll grow over time,” Marnie said, “like mine.”

He placed his breast close to my face, the nipple was beautiful, an inch and a half long, thick and very erect. Marnie leaned forward and i took it into my mouth and enjoyed its licorice sweetness.

i reached out for Pia, stroked his thigh, and then petted him between the legs, enjoying the weight of his stones and his diamond hard cock.

They both smelled of musk and spices and my passions rose higher and higher. i wanted to serve them, lick them, and suck them to orgasm. my cock bobbed, and seeing this they backed away.

“Careful dear, we are allowed to play, but never to cum without permission, now let’s finish up or we’ll all earn a paddling.”

They decorated me in gold!

First a beautiful nipple shield, a four pointed star made of gold pyramids. Pia held two ends the north and west and Marnie the other two, and slowly stretched it open revealing some type of thread at the center connecting it all.

Something sparkled in the light, caught my eye, i squinted, looked closer. It wasn’t a thread at all, but a wire, a barbed wire, and i had to grit my teeth to keep from screaming when they were snapped into place!

But in moments the pain subsided and i felt proud and pretty. my nipples were long and as thick as Mistress Louise’s graceful fingers, a brilliant pink, and rose to the heavens. If ever a slave needed to be spanked for vanity, it was me at that precise moment.

But there was so much more.

Pia knelt between my legs and wrapped a gold snake around my balls, very tightly, like a metal cock ring. He wound it over my shaft around and around until the serpent’s diamond shaped head lay precisely over the slit in my cock and its two emerald eyes stared blankly up.

Pia squeezed my balls. “Always, always stay erect, its Sir Jon’s law, and you’ll regret the day he sees you with a flaccid cock. Now bend over!”

Marnie approached with a gorgeous gold missile with an outrageous taper and a sparkling green jeweled tip.

He held my buttocks apart and Pia spanked my pussy with wet fingers till i opened like a rosebud. He greased me and the plug and very slowly inserted it till i swallowed the wide base and my sphincter snapped around the tip.

They rubbed a few more drops of oil into my skin to make it shine and walked me to a full length mirror.

My body was aglow like never before!

The nipple shields were biting painfully into me, but i didn’t care, they were gorgeous.

My cock stood high and proud, full of blood, long and slightly curved. i made it bounce a little and watched the serpents head bob hoping to make it charm someone.

Then finally, i turned my back and bent forward. The lights sparkled off the jeweled tip of my butt plug. i was ready. i felt like a diva!

i dropped to my knees and lowered my head to the floor, kissed their feet in gratitude, then rose.

“Let’s go,” i said, “Let’s go meet Sir Jon.”

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Chapter 3: At the foot of my Master

We walked out another door and took a circuitous route through the mansion visiting many parlors along the way. Each was decorated in a different flavor so as to evoke various moods and arouse many emotions, all primitive and sexual. Incense and the fragrance of spices and herbs were everywhere and although the music changed from room to room, it too evoked sensual thoughts and sparked the libido.

Pia and Marnie walked on either side of me and let their hands drop to cup my buttocks. It felt good being in their care, under their tutelage, they felt like family and i’d only known them for a few hours. i guess that’s the way it is with kindred spirits, animals like us from the same slave species.

In time we reached the center of the house where the double staircase came together at the top floor. i looked up into a stained glass dome painted with colors of blue and purple, and orchid. It was still daylight outside but the dome gave the room a sense of darkness and suddenly a stiff cool breeze ruffled by sending a chill up my spine and making my nipples peak higher.

i squinted through the dim light and saw two slaves hanging from the ceiling of the dome. They were naked and helpless!

The boy was tethered at the wrists facing the ceiling and the girl by the ankles facing the floor. The ropes had been adjusted so that their faces nestled between the legs of the other and i could hear the slurping of tongues and lips.

Pia squeezed my bottom and whispered into my ear, “They’re being taught control, isn’t it beautiful?”

i sighed my agreement and watched them with the hungry eyes of a voyeur. She was young, barely a woman. Her blond hair and breasts hung down towards the floor and her ivory thighs and plump buttocks trembled and quaked as his tongue bathed her flower.

He was lean, tightly muscled, and straining so hard against his binds that a thin layer of perspiration covered his body with a sheen that accentuated every ripple, every bump. His tight little ass trembled as the girl worked her mouth.

“It is beautiful Pia, more so than anything i’ve ever seen. i hunger for the warmth of a body next to mine and the fragrance of love. Perhaps one day i’ll be claimed by a prince or princess, is it possible?”

He laughed, “Anything is possible dear, anything. But we must hurry, Sir Jon is waiting,” and we scurried down the hallway towards his private mansion where the big double doors were flung open and what appeared to be a disgraceful orgy was in progress.

The room was now full of bodies, closer to seventy, than sixty, if i guessed correctly. It was an odd assortment of Dominants, many Europeans, but also Asians, a Malaysian Master, a Chinese Mistress named Madam Lieu. There were some from the Middle East others from Africa and South America. i wouldn’t know till much later that they were slave traders, brokers and agents, dealing in human flesh.

Some slaves were in the center of the room dancing, gyrating on a small raised stage while orders were being shouted.

“Bend over!”

“Shake your ass!”

“Spread your pussy open!”

i was mortified, scared, i moved slowly through the crowd. Marnie was pulled away by a Master, Pia sat on a Mistresses lap, and i was alone.

Hands reached out, stroked my face, pinched my bottom, and teased my cock. i heard snickers and laughs, a rough hand seized my neck, bent me over double so my forehead brushed the floor.

Two hushed voices in some Russian dialect spoke and laughed. They examined my anus, worked my jeweled plug in and out, and laughed again.

One took me roughly over his lap and spanked me with a big calloused hand just to test the flesh, see it bounce and color. He pushed me off his lap and i scurried away, trembling and sore.

A paddle cracked to my right and i turned to see a trio of slaves pushing peanuts down an illuminated path. A horrible, demeaning game.

The last slave looked familiar, wide hips, a round freckled ass now bright red from the paddle, full pink labia.

The Master walloped her again and the slave raised her head, jerked around to stare at him defiantly with a tear stained face.

my heart sunk.

It was Claire, my soul mate, my friend.

We’d met at The Thorn at our first training session, had coffee afterwards, exchanged email, even played at phone sex when our needs became too urgent.

She had been shorn.

Every strand of her beautiful red hair clipped and shaved away. A huge silver ring pierced her nose and her nipples and clitoris were clamped with horrible little golden gargoyles with sharp dangerous teeth.

i’d never seen anyone look so lost, so helpless.

i had to help her, i crawled on hands and knees quickly to her side, covered her, protected her. The wooden paddle bit into my rump. i screamed and heard a thunderous voice coming from the front of the room.

HOW DARE YOU!

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Chapter 4: A Terrible Shame

i turned my head to the front of the room just as Sir Jon rose from his seat. He appeared gigantic from my vantage on the floor; tall, muscular, imposing. His golden skin was gleaming against the black leather of his chaps and vest and a red rubber thong hugged his manhood.

“Bring him to me,” he shouted with a voice so full of venom that made my legs wobbled with fear.

Two grooms lifted me up, pulled my arms back and tethered them with nylon restraints at the elbow and wrist. i was shoved forward, stumbled and fell to my knees. With my arms behind me i was helpless, nose to the floor, buttocks raised.

They peppered my rump with lexan rods that landed with a frightening thwack, thwack, thwack!

Twenty agonizing swats later i was lifted and held tightly by the grooms while Sir Jon took my cock in his left hand, stroked it. i sighed then screamed when his right hand shot out and smacked my balls with a leather paddle.

They released me from their grip and all i remember were my knees shaking like rubber. i fell to the floor at Sir Jon’s feet, inched forward on the floor till i was at his feet, and licked his boots!

A slave brought a large silver bowl and placed it next to me on the floor.

“Empty your bladder slave,” Sir Jon commanded.

“It will provide some amusement for the guests, do it, now!”

The room felt suddenly small and hot, the air was stale, and everyone was silent and gaping, waiting for me to humble myself, to feel an utter and devastating shame.

i squatted over the bowl, my face was burning with humiliation as i began to urinate. The waters splashed loudly against the bowl and they all began to laugh and jeer. The pale golden stream seemed to go on forever and the only consolation was knowing that my colon had been so thoroughly pumped there was no chance for a further humiliation. At least not today.

i felt a tear role down my face when i realized all was lost. My freedoms, my dignity, even the power to expel my own wastes were now under his control. It was devastating!

“Now pleasure me.”

The room grew silent again.

i knelt between his legs, gently moved aside the rubber thong, and watched his cock spring to life.

A small puddle of precum nestled on the slit and i pressed my tongue to it a swirled around the tip.

Guests squirmed in their seats to get a better look, some of them already wet and squeaky. my lips wrapped around the head and i stared up at him defiantly and found something in his eyes.

It was a weakness that i didn’t understand but he saw my awareness and grabbed the back of my neck roughly and pulled my face all the way up to his crotch where the tiny hairs tickled my nose.

He was as big as i remembered and i gagged and sputtered at the shear size of the monster. My head bobbed back and forth, i breathed deeply through my nose, worked my lips, and sucked him. But when i felt his passion peaking he stopped moving, pulled away and took hold of his member.

He had a cruel look on his face that i’ll never forget and when he stroked himself i knew part of the horror that awaited me!

He wasn’t the first master to cum on my face, but he was the first to do it with an audience.

The first squirt struck my forehead, the second my right eye, a third on my lips. The guests croaked like frogs at my misery.

“He’s disgusting,” someone shouted.

“A filthy slut,” said another.

“Clean him up Sir John, wash him.”

And then the horror continued.

His cock had gone limp but it was still long and meaty when he pointed it at my face.

i cried, “no, please no.”

But the hot golden stream splashed against my face with a loud wet noise amid more laughter and i crumbled to the ground so thoroughly defeated i had no where else to go but up.

Chapter 5: The hero

That evening the slaves were all herded into a dimly lit, foul smelling room that reeked of disinfectant and tobacco smoke and a handsome muscled groom provided one more measure of disgrace for me.

He took hold of my neck and bent me in half so that my forehead was almost touching the floor, then wrapped his left around tightly around my waist and administered the most thorough and memorable spanking of my life. He was a strong man, good at his job, and soon the slaves watching the beating began to wince with every new slap and make little moans that mimicked my own yelps.

When he was done, he removed the beautiful jeweled plug from my anus and spent a great deal of time lecturing the other slaves and lathering a stout ginger root with extra virgin olive oil.

“Sir Jon will not allow any measure of disobedience,” he said, “and this boy must suffer for his acts.”

He worked slowly; making sure the root was slick enough to slide in with ease. When my anus finally opened and accepted the ginger, he slid it in up to the ring and let my sphincter close around it.

It took a little while for the effects to take place. But once it began, the fires built steadily as the roots juices began to flow. My tender delicate passage burned with an intense itch.

i tried desperately to expel the object but the groom had carefully cut the finger to a precise shape that kept it firmly lodged. My hips bucked and my buttocks swayed with helplessness while the clenching little muscle did what it had been trained to do by Louise’s phallus; it hugged the intruder with a devout passion.

The slaves were ordered into their cells.

Each submissive moved quickly, some into iron gated boxes, others into bamboo cages fastened with hemp. i saw Pia and Marnie crawling on hands and knees with their bottoms raised, then finally beautiful Claire.

i found her beauty oddly exquisite and exciting.

Her shaven head and pierced nose gave her a primitive aboriginal look, like an urban animal. Her skin was still ivory and freckled but seemed to have developed a glow like an alabaster torch and i felt a desire for her that shook my soul!

i crawled into my own cage and my hands were drawn through the bars and tied with nylon E-Z cuffs. It was cramped, perhaps three feet wide by four feet long and with my hands secured i could barely move. i had no doubt that the root would stay in place all night burning and stretching my anus and i could only hope that i would suffer silently and show bravery to the other slaves.

Once the groom left the, room was deadly quiet, no one dared say a word, but i had to, even through my discomfort i wanted to console her.

“Clair,” don’t weep darling, i’ll find a way, and i’ll save you.”

The words rang shallow even to my ears. What could i possibly do to help her? She would see me for what i was a writhing, tethered salve with a beaten swollen posterior and a disciplinary ginger root stuck up his ass!

But she answered, “I know you will, I don’t know how, but I believe you. Sir Jon is a demon! He is selling us all as slaves all over the world. Three Arabs are bidding for me and I fear any day I may be gone. And how he’s disfigured me, I feel ugly and wretched.”

She looked tired and beaten but i knew her spirit. Like all redheaded women she was a full of passion and fireworks and my attraction to her was a lot like being addicted to drugs.

Her story made sense. Redheads constitute no more than two per cent of the population and are revered throughout the world. But in the Middle East, they’re as precious as gold and spices. Sir Jon probably sends locks of her hair to the bidders to wet their appetites, perhaps even the fiery precious curls from between her legs!

“Claire you’re as beautiful as ever,” i assured her.

She smiled at me with big ivory teeth and sparkling green eyes that glowed with a naughty demonic look.

Even naked and shorn she was sassy, flamboyant, earthy, and sensual.

She moved carefully in her tiny cage till her back was to me and raised her legs to her chest in a fetal position. my cock throbbed at the sight of her round derriere and the divine pink labia winking at me from between her legs.

“Save me,” she said, “and claim your reward.”

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Chapter 6: Oh What A Night!

Hour after agonizing hour past without even the hint of sleep till i felt i may be going mad. The root continued to ravage my tender passage with a burning itch that made my hips buck like an animal in heat, and Claire was a ruthless shameless tease.

She writhed and wriggled, postured and posed so that every inch of her femininity haunted me.

Redheaded women can do that, it’s inbred and imprinted on their souls. It comes from hearing that tired phrase from innumerable men; “Hey are you a natural redhead?” And the way their eyes always drop to a redheaded women’s crotch after the sentence. As though they really expect an answer, and a peek!

So like all her sisters Claire became comfortable in the role of sex kitten and fantasy girl. She noticed how men smiled at her, old men winked, and every doorman and cab driver had to greet her with; “How’s it going Red?” She could flirt endlessly with everyone a quality that only a few blondes and brunettes ever master, and those that do become legends that remain in our minds long after they are gone; Monroe and Bardot, Dietrich, the smoldering Mediterranean’s Sophia, and Louise D.

i prayed that she would sleep and when she did it was like an erotic ballet.

She slumbered like a frisky kitten. She scratched at the floor of the cage with pink lacquered claws, stretched her spine and spread her rump, then yawned like a lioness.

The room had become stifling hot. Her freckled porcelain skin was slick and shiny in the dull light and mingled with smells of arousal and perspiration.

i longed to taste her salt on my tongue.

She turned on her back, legs spread, and nipples thick as berries, labia shiny and pink. Her hands moved up along side her body. She turned again, bottoms up, her puckered anus winked at me.

Her words challenged me, “save me, “and claim your reward.”

my cock throbbed.

Hour after hour crept by till somewhere after four in the morning the root had lost its sting and i fell into a deep coma -like sleep.

i saw a blinding white light, the kind you only ever read about, like moonlight in a martini. Then a strange fluttering sound like a gaggle of geese overhead in the late summer months and she appeared.

The blinding light behind her made it impossible to see her face, like being at the ocean on a hot August day, but i knew that she was beautiful. i sensed it!

Her outline was distinct framed first by outrageous halo of locks of dark curly hair and shoulders that were strong yet lissome.

She had small, oh so divine breasts with the most succulent nipples i’d ever seen and rounded hips and thighs like the glorious statues in Rome.

i heard the fluttering again and noticed her wings set right where her delicate shoulder blades protruded. They were white and speckled with gold.

The flower between her legs was so dainty, mysterious, and intriguing that i felt sticky hot and nervous. It was an apparition, a symphony in shadow and light that appeared so fragile it might crumble at a lover’s touch.

i shivered.

Who could ever possess an object so lovely if not another angel, or a jealous god. i knew i would never enter a garden or lower my nose to the petals of a sweetly scented rose, without her vision entering my mind.

Then she spoke in a husky sensual voice and i knew it was the truth, the purest truth.

“There is evil here,” she said, “and you have looked into the eye of evil and seen its weakness.”

i felt dazed and confused, unwilling or unable to respond.

“Look deeper and then find the hero inside you!”

She turned her back to me and spread her wings revealing a strong back and wonderfully rounded buttocks. Then raised her round little arms and disappeared upwards.

Chapter 7: Talk dirty to me

i awoke to the rattling of cages, grooms shouting orders, and the sexy slaps of wooden paddles on tender slave bottoms. We all scurried down the hall on hands and knees trying desperately to avoid the heavy swats and failing miserably. By the time we reached the shower area our bottoms were already bright pink and swollen.

A tiny girl named Jen joined me in the bathroom and i was thrilled to watch her pee daintily into a porcelain bowl. She was, i would discover, 27 years old although she could easily have passed for a teen-ager and it was that quality that had men bidding for her on the auction block.

Her blond curly hair was worn shoulder length and she was tiny in every respect, just over five feet tall and perhaps ninety-five pounds. She had small delicate labia with just the smallest blush of a clitoral hood so that her tiny button stood out proudly as any cock.

She saw me watching her and spoke boldly, “Is your pussy still burning, if it is I’ll help you irrigate.”

“You’re very kind,” i replied.

“I saw what you did, saw that you tried to protect the redhead, protect Claire.”

“i think i love her.”

“Then do what you can to save to her, to save us all,” she said.

We helped each other wash and groom and use the little manual anal irrigators that insured our cleanliness. Jen applied cosmetics to my face and i gilded her eyelids with gold lacquer.

“We are all up for sale,” Jen continued, “Sir Jon is a worthless bastard and we are all doomed unless someone, unless you can find a way to save us and help us escape.”

“But i’m a submissive, a sissy,” i whined as she painted my lips and nipples crimson.

“It’s time you put your big gurl panties on, time for all of us to rebel. We either do that, or serve strangers for the rest of our lives.”

We finished by putting silver cuffs on our wrists and ankles, and steel collars around our throats. Jen put bracelets on our arms and heavy gold chains around our waists just as a groom entered and we were herded into the breakfast area where a sumptuous fair awaited us.

“At least we eat well,” i said, and Jen laughed.

“Only to give us the strength to beaten and fucked all day, you’ll learn soon enough.”

After we ate we were driven down a series of hallways, dark secret passages that opened on a huge room that contained scores of naked slaves.

Some were displayed in cages, others tethered to stone pillars and still others knelt obediently on velvet cushions. The room smelled of costly perfumes, flowers and incense, and of course the musky scents of human passion. A strange tribal music filled the air; cymbals and drums, tambourines and flutes pulsing an urgent beat. The sounds of wet slapping bodies were everywhere.

A tall Mistress with spiked white hair approached me. She was a large woman with thin legs and a long pointed nose that gave her an odd exotic look like a rare bird.

She wore a merry widow corset that lifted two large prominent breasts that were nestled in half-cups of studded black leather. The brown cones of her nipples spilled over the top both beautifully pierced with pearl darts.

Her hips were very wide and her thighs round and full and covered with tattoos of pagan symbols that I recognized from studies about the Middle Ages. She wore thigh high boots with absurdly sharp and narrow heels that reminded me of daggers.

A finely tooled leather harness circled her waist with a crotch strap that held a black rubber cock glistening with lubrication.

“Have you been fucked yet today?” she asked in a casual matter-of-fact tone that even here was a little shocking.

When i shook my head no she attached a golden chain to my collar and announced, “Come,” with a sharp tug.

“I’m Mistress Rosalind and you are going to be my bitch!”

i followed obediently, nude and hairless, my body prepped and oiled and my eyes ratcheted to the huge white melons of her derriere. i seemed so natural, so right to be at the end of a leash.

She pulled me to a couch where a handsome prince was seated and he smiled at me, dazzling teeth and a short golden beard. He was thickly muscled, and beautiful like no man i had ever seen before. His expensive shirt was orange silk and his tan riding britches hugged his lower body like a glove.

“You can watch,” Rosalind said to the man placing her index finger on my neck with just the slightest pressure leaving little doubt to her command or her intentions.

i bent forward clutching my ankles while she adjusted her position. i rose on my tiptoes straining mightily till the large head of the phallus found my tiny opening.

Mistress found her center of gravity, the position where she could maximize her thrusting power, and filled me with one hard push from her forty inch hips.

“Like that cock sissy, like that big dick up your sissy pussy?” she hissed.

The Mistress delivered a ruthless pounding, slapping my ass with her open hand between strokes, and growling in a throaty voice.

i’d known Masters who liked to talk dirty during coitus, but never a Mistress and I found it exciting beyond imagination. My cocked throbbed and my anus puckered with passion.

“Yes Mistress,” i shouted, “Fuck my cunt, give me that entire beautiful big dick.”

My response inflamed her, she pushed harder, “Take that you dirty little mother fucker, and that, and that.”

With each thrust, i was impaled on the thick polymer prick by long hard strokes fueled by her wide lower body.

my nipples burned and my balls ached.

The pretty prince took out his cock and stroked it.

my mouth watered at the sight.

Mistress was wet, dripping, sweating and grunting like a rutting animal.

The cock spanked my prostate and i screamed, high-pitched and feminine.

“Fuck my wet pussy Mistress,” i shouted, “Fuck your little bitch hard!”

Her hands were digging into my hips as she rotated her ass grinding the thick cock against my sissy “G” spot and her own clitoris.

i felt myself beginning to swoon with sissy orgasm. Not the shallow kind i get from fingering myself, but the glorious drip that Louise always evoked.

i was mad with lust, beyond reason, willing to accept anything and everything for orgasm.

i cried out as the prince shot a huge gob of sperm into the air and the Mistress quaked with orgasm.

We fell to the floor, spent and sweaty.

My body continued to jerk as sperm dripped out of me like water from a faucet.

His hard lean body covered my back, her soft fleshy breasts pressed against my chest. We remained motionless for a few moments breasts and bellies pressed tightly together. She kissed me, a meaningless kiss, but i treasured it, explored her mouth with my tongue, and tasted her sweetness.

She spoke into my ear softly, “Get hard quickly or you’ll be whipped,” and she took hold of my flaccid cock.

The prince wrapped his arms around me, kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples till they stood up proud and pink. The Mistress took each in her mouth sucked and nibbled, a finger entered my anus, soft hands tickled my balls.

And just that fast I was as hard as a diamond.

Mistress placed a red sticker on the right side of my derriere to signify that i was on my way to cleansing and off limits to another raging cock, for the moment.

“Come back,” she said, and kissed me again, deep and wet so that i understood the passion.

“I want to have you again, on your back, with your legs in the air like a whore, in a bed with damp crumpled sheets, and others waiting in the brothel with money in their hands to buy you.”

She gave me a good slap on the ass and pointed me towards the bathing area. i walked slowly away, wagging my ass and smiling broadly.

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Chapter 8: A Day of Duty

i entered the baths with a quintet of other slaves who like me were all sore from their morning coring. There were several marble pools filled with steamy waters scented with lemon, lime, and orange. One end held polished shower stalls with gold faucets and the other a series of gleaming commodes and dainty bidets with dancing waters.

The polished walls were covered with erotic drawings of Masters and slaves in every conceivable position for coitus. Overhead a chandelier of tethered slaves, boys and girls, hung from the domed ceiling on golden chains. Their bodies were all richly oiled and polished and their organs were decorated with jewels, flowers, and gay colored ribbons. Steam rose all around and i was haunted by the memory of the baths i would prepare for Mistress Louise to lounge in at the Studio. The memory of that sumptuous servitude caused a small tear to trickle down my cheek.

The black slave, Marnie, saw my distress, kissed my cheek, and licked away the salty tear with his bright pink tongue.

“Don’t cry Bebe, everything will be fine. Come with me.”

i followed him into the first pool enjoying the beauty of his wide feminine hips and the seductive dance of his round firm buttocks.

Grooms washed us with fragrant sponges and frothy soaps. i followed Marnie’s lead when he bent over and rested his upper body and arms on the tile walk above the pool letting his large behind jut out for attention.

He flicked the stem of my nipple till it stiffened.

“How easily they control us,” he whispered.

“They see to it that we receive these voluptuous pamperings and we respond like senseless little cunts. We hurry back to beg for their attentions, only to be whipped again and raped continuously.”

i nodded in agreement. Years ago i had recognized this odd character aberration, but it had seemed more natural than, seemed normal to beg Louise for a whipping for the honor of licking a dollop of mud from Her boots.

Marnie sighed, and then smiled broadly. His teeth were dazzling white and his lips beautifully thick and full. i opened my mouth slightly and he leaned forward and we shared a delicious kiss.

“Are slaves kept in your land?” i asked, and he explained a life of servitude that horrified me. He had been bought and sold many times, passed around to many, beaten and fucked by a gaggle of course monsters.

“You poor baby,” i said and hugged him to my body.

“That’s not the way it is supposed to be,” i continued, “Here many of us are of a submissive persuasion. But the Masters and Mistresses we serve have a respect for human dignity. We serve because we love them.”

i saw his eyes begin to water and could see that he was desperate for love and passion as we all seem to be.

He took my hand and led me through the pool and down three steps into another pool where the waters were noticeably cooler, and then to another colder pool again.

i recognized the method in this seeming madness. i shivered slightly in the final pool, my nipples hardened and rose, and i felt my pussy contract.

“We’ll be snug as virgins,” Marnie said. We squatted over bidets for a final splash then lined up for our exits.

Two grooms stood at the door and as we approached in single file each slave bent forward at the waist, reached back with their hands to part their buttocks, and got a three-fingered greasing with a pungent lard scooped out of a large pail.

The second groom swung a large wooden paddle in a frightful arch that actually lifted us up and out the door.

i scurried down the hall clutching my swollen hind-quarters wondering what strange fate awaited me in this odd asylum. As i entered the large suite little Jen was already on her knees in front of a beautiful Mistress seated on a velvet throne.

The Mistress had hair as black as coal and skin as white as freshly fallen snow. Her mouth and nails were painted in vivid candle-apple red and she held a many-tailed leather flogger in her right hand. Her breasts dangled like luscious ripe fruit and the lips of her sex were neatly manicured, puffy, and wet.

“Hurry child,” she barked then brought the flogger down hard on Jen’s back.

i watched the slave girls head bob and saw her small upturned breasts rise and fall with each effort. The leather fell again and again covering every inch of her back and buttocks till red blotches covered her flawless skin.

Jen pulled back for a moment to catch her breath, her face was wet and shiny and she was smiling. She returned with her head bobbing and her well oiled little buttocks undulating like a slave riding a cock.

The Mistress began to whimper, her head jerked frantically as she tried to resist the rising tide of sexual pleasure. She surrendered, dropped the flogger, and wrapped her thighs so tightly around Jen’s neck that i feared she might snap it. Her hips rose and fell, her toes pointed outward, she cried out and her body spasmed, arms and legs quivering like the strings on a finely tuned violin and then she went limp.

i felt weak and consumed with passion. Then an arm wrapped itself around me, i turned and looked into the face of that beautiful prince from my earlier session. His eyelashes were as long as a cats and he had a red Cupid ’s bow mouth that opened to accept my tongue.

i slid down to my knees, looked up for a moment, and waited for his order.

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Chapter 9: Manipulating the Prince

He was tall and slim, glistening and ripe with a Celtic tattoo circling both nipples. His royal face was young enough to be vulnerable but old enough to speak of experience; high cheekbones, an aquiline nose, and blonde braided hair that reached to his lower back. The mauve silk shirt he wore now was unbuttoned showing a tanned bronze muscled chest with finely separated pectorals. His riding britches hugged him like a glove.

i stopped to catch my breath and gently unzipped his pants and removed a nicely sized and neatly cut cock with exquisite veins and a pale pink color.

“May I, Sire?” i asked, and the prince placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to him.

He wore his pubic hairs short and neatly trimmed in the fashion that Louise always preferred and his balls dangled smooth and tight between his legs.

i lapped at it all like a hungry animal, grateful for the honor of serving such a beauty. My tongue swirled up and down the shaft, over the tiny slit, then down again to gently spank his balls. The prince shuddered and moaned when i took them in my mouth one at a time. i licked back upwards again, took the shaft deep into my mouth and sucked him fiercely.

He turned around, his long blonde hair swinging like the mane of a thoroughbred, and unbuckled his belt then slowly snaked out of the britches like a woman exiting a pair of skinny jeans.

The prince was a perfect “V” shape from behind, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The muscles of his thighs rippled and his buttocks were mouth watering, perfectly molded with a dimpled indentation at the sides below his hips.

my face darted between the buttery smooth cheeks, licked the tight crack, then bathed his sweet and sour anus.

He sighed again as i rimmed the tiny oval.

“you have an educated tongue and appear well-trained,” he said, “and Rosalind says you’re a worthy ride.”

“I want you to sit on my cock and milk it with your slave pussy, but first i have to see how your skin reddens and welts!”

He removed his wide black leather belt from the loops of his riding pants, folded it over and snapped it. i felt dizzy, overwhelmed by his beauty and power.

“Then please Sire,” i begged,” bruise me, blister my rump, scratch me with your nails and bite into my flesh. When you are finished i ‘ll cherish every scar, wear them all like tributes to your power. Reward me with a lingering soreness, Master and i’ll drain your cock delightfully.”

i knelt down in position number twelve with my head to the ground and my back long and vulnerable, my rump arched higher that the rest of my body. Those who study yoga would name it after some exotic animal; i guess it’s easier for a Master to just bark twelve to achieve the same result.

He peppered my back, lightly the first round then harder a second time so that my skin quickly grew hot and prickly and red. He reached down and squeezed the right cheek of my ass in a vise-like grip telling me to prepare for the real punishment.

i arched my heart shaped ass up so the cheeks parted and he got a glimpse of my pussy. When the first hard stroke landed i felt a rush like being stabbed with a thick phallus.

He delivered an intimate severe walloping. i vowed to take each lash with a sharp intake of breath and a hot shot of adrenaline but began whimpering after only ten strokes. The strap covered my rump and thighs so rudely i began squealing like a pig.

i cried out, winced, tried to crawl away. He straddled me, parted my cheeks with his left hand and spanked my pussy with his strap.

i told him i loved him!

He called me a worthless cunt!

Finally he tired and took a seat, two grooms lifted me and i straddled his lap while they greased his cock with lard.

i lowered myself and felt that divine fullness, he sucked my nipples, bit them till I was almost delirious. i rose half way up till i held about three inches inside me, then i squeezed with my sphincter. i watched his eyes grow wide with excitement.

“Do that again,” he said, “please!”

And at the moment the wonderment of it all became vividly obvious to me.

Men are so easy, so manipulative, and now i was in charge. Sore of course, beaten and impaled, but in charge none the less!

“Stroke me,” i ordered, and he did, obediently.

i rode up and down then squeezed again and watched his eyes roll back into his head. He was ready, on the verge, i stopped.

“Please no,” he shouted, “don’t stop.”

i let him beg and plead for a long time, this beautiful and powerful man was mine to shape and mold. i’d found my answer! i’d found a way to save Claire and all the others, not by my strength but through man’s natural weakness.

i walked slowly to the cleansing area, cocky and confident, even with my flesh still burning from the strap and another man’s sperm glistening on my thighs.

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Chapter 10: Horrors Revealed

i walked slowly to the baths as a dozen grooms watched me with voyeur’s eyes. One particularly hungry looking groom stood with his thin tunic standing up like a flag pole between his legs.

“If only you were a prince,” i teased while rolling my tongue out over my lips,

“i’d give you such a party in your pants”!

“But you’re not,” i added flippantly and continued my walk with my hips rolling, pulled back my shoulders so that my nipples protruded, and twitched my rump like a whore.

What fun it was being a tease, what fun watching their cocks stand at attention and feel their eyes burning into my rump!

In the baths i relaxed with my eyes closed and soaked till i became aware of another body and smelled Claire’s beautiful scent. But i opened my eyes to a Claire with such a sad and worried look on her face that my heart actually ached.

Her puffy lower lip was trembling and her emerald green eyes were red and wet.

“i think i’ve been sold, they have stopped shaving me”.

my eyes examined every inch of her lush figure; her small ripe breasts and marvelously curved belly, her wide womanly hips, plump perfectly rounded thighs dotted with freckles, the kind of thighs that always deserved the decoration of long lacy garters.

Finally, i looked at her flower and felt my soul shake. Fiery red stubble dotted the areas around those delicate petals that I cherished so dearly.

i was afraid she was correct, and that time was running out quickly.

i hugged her.

“Don’t worry my pet, i’ve discovered a way to save us, and soon we’ll be free, we’ll all be free”.

She smiled softly, as though she really believed me, and i felt strong again and very capable.

“i can’t wait for your lovely red hair to return i added, but the nose ring will remain in place. It gives you a naughty look that i like. i’ll attach my leash to it when i claim you”!

“Is that possible, is that really possible?”

“Just watch,” i boasted and left the bath to return to the labyrinth so scared and unsure of myself that i felt the urge to pee.

i had barely reached the dark passages when the two men who had examined me the first day, those i mistook for Russians, took hold of me.

They were squat, hairy beasts, heavily muscled and burned brown from the sun. Each took hold of an arm and twisted it back sharply. i struggled, but was powerless.

“This way,” the uglier of the two said in a very broken English.

“There’s an examination table,” said the other in crisp precise words that led me to believe me may have been educated in America.

i was positioned on my back with my arms pulled back over my head and my wrists locked in metal cuffs.

“We’re from an Island in the middle of the Caspian Sea,” the educated one said.

“It’s halfway between Europe and Asia and very small. There are no more than 300 inhabitants, and only two sexes he added, Men and boys”.

He continued while the uglier man buried his hairy face into my armpits, sniffed greedily, and licked the tiny stubble with a scratchy cat’s tongue.

“Men are Dominators, practical, strong, and dashing. And the men of our village are so beautifully sexual that the sperm actually boils inside them like water in a teapot. The boys are sweet and adorable. They must be obedient and yielding, with soft well-kept bodies ready for use. Every boy is individually owned and yet we share them. It’s a beautiful democracy”.

i shuddered.

The other beast ran his hands over my shoulders; my chest, my belly, then over my nipples.

“Like fine silk, he said soft and smooth, but these he added touching the pink buttons on my chest, too small,” he whined,

“I want a boy with thick berries to suck”!

“Not to worry’ the other said, we have weighted clamps and teat cones with little claws feet to stimulate them. You can watch them grow like a farmer tending his garden. When they grow thick and long they’ll be that much sweeter in your mouth”.

The educated one spoke like a used-car salesman pitching a particularly high commission vehicle to an unsuspecting customer.

My skin actually crawled with revulsion and i really sensed for the very first time the terror that had been clutching Claire’s soul.

“Run your hands up between his thighs”.

i felt rough calloused hands inside my legs just above the knee move slowly upward to my crotch.

“See how soft and lightly oiled, so they spread easily Gregor, like finely whipped butter”.

Each of my tormentors took hold of an ankle and pulled my legs back over my head so that i was shamefully open and on display.

They examined my buttocks, “how pretty”.

Their hands patted and pinched my smooth hairless ass, stroked my cock and squeezed my testicles.

i felt heavy foul hot breath on my skin, the stench of onions and too much tobacco.

“Ah, look here Gregor”.

The educated man had been patting and parted my ass cheeks till they opened revealing a final secret

“Look how pink and clean, how the beauty puckers and pulses to match the beating of your heart and the throbbing between your legs”!

i felt a thick wet finger at the entrance to the tender bud. It pushed gently so that I wasn’t actually opened, but tested, and i moaned a shameful sigh.

“Tight like a virgin, tight enough to make your cock sore”.

They laughed, pulled my legs down and clamped them to the table with chrome chains.

The uglier one reached under the examination table and pushed a button that made the table open in half, like a V, so that i was spread-eagled and my buttocks dipped slightly below the wooden surface.

He went to his knees, all I could see was dirty matted hair and in a moment i felt his beard chafing my buttocks.

He breathed deeply.

“Ah this boy wears perfume between his legs,” he inhaled again and a wet serpent-like tongue tickling my anus.

“It’s a custom on our Island for a Man to eat his boy’s pussy before fucking it”, the educated beast said while removing his cock.

He took my collar in one hand and slapped my face very hard.

“Suck it boy, and be grateful for the honor”!

i tried desperately to lie there motionless, like a dead fish waiting for the garbage pail.

But my body and my training failed me.

Louise and Her magical cock had made me into a sex toy unable to control my own passions and soon my hips were rolling, my anus was gripping the brutes cock, and i sucked the other with noisy powerful slurps.

“He has a mouth like a furnace Gregor, your putz won’t be bothered by the frost this winter”.

They laughed, cackled!

When they were done using me they smoked, released my bonds, and fell quickly to sleep.

i walked slowly out of the room with one’s sperm seeping from my anus and the other spilling from both sides of my mouth.

Things couldn’t be worse: and then i saw the grooms, the same group from my last trip, each now armed with a broad wooden paddle forming a gauntlet of punishment.

i knew i deserved the spanking for my shameless taunting earlier and dropped to my hands and knees, arched my rump, and crawled to each man.

i kissed their boots and pleaded for their hardest swats, and of course they kindly obliged.

By the time i reached the baths huge tears washed my face and i was beaten and broken, at the lowest point of my life.

Two things were certain.

Claire and i and all the slaves were up for sale to strangers, and the grooms had made it perfectly clear that late that night i would be gang-raped for acting like a foolish flirting cunt.

i was so low, desperate, defeated, beaten and buggered. But then, where else could i go but up?

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Chapter 11: The Cleansing

Gratefully the following morning was reserved for purification and grooming and after my colonic i took quickly to the herbal pools to treat the terrors of the previous night.

Marnie and Pia greeted me when i entered the pools. Neither spoke a word, yet i knew that they understood my pain and were tending to me with an affection only shared between those who have been brutally sodomized.

Oh, how i loved them for their kindness!

my spirits rose quickly in the company of these pretty boys with their beautiful eyes and lithe hairless bodies. We hugged and kissed, washed with fragrant soaps, then let grooms pat us dry with fluffy white towels on our way to the salon.

Pia had a lean, angular body, curved like a woman’s, and walked with such a graceful seductive sway of his hips that i was reminded of my Mistress Louise. His skin was smooth and colored like milk in stark contrast to Marnie’s ebony hue, and he wore his long fine hair pulled back by a pretty blue ribbon.

The three of us played with paints and powders till our cheek-bones appeared higher, our eyes sparkled with an elaborate touch of mascara and our lips pouted like little Barbie dolls.

We walked down the hallway barefooted on finely sanded and beautifully polished hard wood floors colored a golden oak. The door of the mansion flew open and two extraordinary looking women with thick rippling muscles dressed in tattered spandex jumpsuits entered.

“Perfect timing,” a groom said to the new visitors, “this is our little Estrogen brigade and they will tend to your every need.

“Bathe them,” he ordered, “And tend to their comforts.”

“This way please,” Marnie said, and began a slow suggestive walk towards to the baths.

The younger woman exclaimed, “How odd they are Melba, how curvy and soft. Look at how wide the dark one’s hips are, and how large his rump. And their little cocks stand up so cutely.

The older woman laughed, “Yes Rhea, they are delightful.”

“But they’re high maintenance, extremely emotional, given to tears easily. I’ve seen them cry copiously at the smallest scolding.

“It’s very odd,” she continued, “For all their faults we can become attached to them, like we do with an indifferent cat, a whiny dog, or any of the other house pets we keep. I’ve heard Mistresses complain that half their day is spent spanking these beauties for misbehavior, then petting them for consolation.

“What’s their purpose then, what do they do?”

Melba had us line up then addressed Rhea.

“They’re bred and trained to deliver pleasure. Some are geisha boys, others concubines and courtesans, some ladies maids.

Rhea ran her hands over our bodies; felt us up till we all trembled.

She smelled our skin and exclaimed, “How beautiful, like spice, then squeezed and patted our rumps.

“How delightful, how precious they are, and see how their chubby bottoms jiggle and color.

Melba spoke an order and we bent forward, “There’s more she said, see for yourself.”

Rhea knelt down and examined our pussies.

“Oh my,” she exclaimed, then wet a finger and tested each of us in turn.

“How receptive, how inviting and yielding, I want to have them, I want to have them all!

Melba laughed at the youth’s exuberance.

“You will my pet, I’ll harness you myself, and we’ll shop for a wardrobe of phalluses.”

Rhea stood behind Pia and reached around to pinch his long brown nipples. Her crotch pushed rudely against his backside and her hips pumped suggestively.

“This one!" she exclaimed; "I want this one first."

“You’ll have him darling, but not first. We have a custom to observe on your little coming out party.

Rhea smiled knowingly.

This week-end was a rite of passage for her, the time she became a woman warrior, and her mentor would honor that progression by prostrating herself to the younger woman in a show of recognition.

Rhea snaked her arms around Melba’s neck and kissed her passionately.

“Yes, I can’t wait, you’ll spread your legs and offer your rump as I had done so often for you. I may even choose to whip you.”

They kissed again and i saw the exchange between them and wished that i may enjoy watching their sexual ballet!

Chapter 12: Egg Fusion

At the baths i suddenly became bold and spoke to the striking Amazon women as though i were an equal.

“Now that you have inspected us, may we do the same to you? i’ve never seen or spoken to a real Amazon before today.”

Melba smiled and Rhea pulled back her thick shoulders.

i took that for a yes and directed Pia and Marnie to undress them.

“Why are your garments tattered?”

“We were attacked by some thugs in the city, a half dozen or so”, Melba said.

“And we kicked their asses,” Rhea added.

i had no doubts to the truth of their statements. Both women were muscled to perfection with thick shoulders and narrow hips. Their tanned bodies bulged at the biceps and their thighs were granite-like. Amazons were always referred to as fierce warriors and i could imagine six naked male thugs somewhere in the city stuffed into garbage cans.

Both wore their hair spiked, Melba’s a brilliant fuchsia and Rhea’s neon green. Their bodies were covered from shoulder to toe with exotic tattoos in brilliant colors that must have been inks distilled from exotic plants. Serpents and dragons with fiery fangs and other beasts that i had never seen on this earth decorated their thin tight skins.

Rhea chest and abdomen were covered with a winged horse and Melba had a large saber-tooth tiger tapestry covering her wide back. It’s rump and rear legs covered her upper back and shoulders, and its snarling mouth rested towards the middle. The front legs seemed to be pulling up from her derriere with claws extended leaving four deep red scratches of each tiny cheek and a dribble of red blood stains dripping down each thigh.

We led them into the mineral pools and the relaxing heated waters soothed them from the long journey. i ran a soft sponge over Melba’s shoulders, then lathered a scented bar of strawberry soap and bathed her tiny breasts.

“How is it that your breasts have atrophied, yet the nipples remain so deliciously long and thick?” i asked.

“We reproduce by egg fusion and have no need to suckle our young,” she answered, “Yet we are a lusty race and our sexual juices flow strongly.”

As if to verify the statement Rhea leaned forward lowered her carmine lips and suckled gently. Melba eyes closed and she let out a low moan; a cry of pure passion as the tongue flicked like a snake over the erect nipple.

“You are lovers then?” Pia asked.

“I have been Rhea’s mentor and yes, we are lovers. But in our land we all tend to the sexual needs of each other so you might say we are a nation of lovers.”

Marnie swooned, “How beautiful that must be,” then added, “How delightful”!

She had knelt between Rhea’s legs to bathe her vulva and saw the strange looking hoodless clitoris standing up as proudly as a boys cock.

Melba said, “It’s a simple operation, done in infancy, like your circumcision. I said we were a lusty race. All our erogenous zones are super-sensitized with millions of nerve endings. We are capable of having endless orgasms in many ways.”

She tickled Rhea’s clitoris with her finger and the younger woman trembled and writhed as though already in the throes of passion.

i trembled at the beautiful display of sexual Sapphic love.

“i often feel like that,” i said, “Sometimes just my Mistresses scent or the sound of her heeled shoes on a hardwood floor causes my pussy to pucker violently.”

“I know that feeling,” chimed in Marnie.

“And me,” said Pia, “Maybe we’re Amazons too.”

Then everyone giggled.

Rhea hastened us out of the pool with playful swats.

“You’re sissy amazons,” she laughed, “With chubby derrieres made for spanking.”

We all laughed.

They stood ten feet apart while the three of us dried them with thick white towels made from Egyptian cotton.

i watched their eyes, saw the hunger build and grow.

i’ve seen that look in my own eyes and in the eyes of boys i’ve met in dark alleys, pretty boys on their knees and bent over garbage cans; boys like me that beg for cock.

“I want to fuck you, now,” Rhea said!

Then suddenly they embrace, but different this time.

Melba’s arm circle Rhea’s neck; Rhea’s hand’s drop to clutch the older woman’s buttocks, she dug her fingers in and lifted the muscled globes.

They begin kissing and caressing, getting very hot, touching each other in all the right places.

Rhea bit Melba’s lower lip hard enough to break the skin then licked the blood.

She rams her muscled thigh between Melba’s legs and used her hands on her ass to move her up and down, sliding so that her clitoris grew swollen and raw.

“How was it?” Rhea asked, “How was it when you took your mentor?”

“Violent,” she answered, “As it should be.” And they walked to their suite clutching each others asses.

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Chapter 13: Innocentti

Sir Jon had promised a very special evening and the banquet hall was so packed that night that i spent the first part of the evening under long wooden dining tables seeing to the needs of the guests with my mouth and tongue.

Sir Jon took center stage to direct the caning of two disobedient slaves and i couldn’t help but notice how excited he became as their buttocks welted and colored. i wondered then if perhaps this Englishman had tasted the rod himself, perhaps as a boy in those notorious London Public schools where all younger boys are beaten and buggered.

After the two were disciplined, he brought ten slaves to the platform and had them kneel, heads down, rumps up for the inspection of the guests.

“The desert carts are coming around for your enjoyment and I have decided to reward these slaves with a desert of their own,” he cackled.

Grooms quickly took the stage and squirted honey and jams and sweet syrups between the globes of each slaves buttocks and Sir Jon walked up and down the line sprinkling their rumps with confectioner’s sugar.

“What delicious little doughnuts and coated with fairy dust,” he laughed, then ordered, “Blindfold them so they can pursue their treats.”

One by one they left the stage on hands and knees while the guests shouted directions to the sightless slaves and swatted their rumps with broad wooden paddles.

How disgraceful!

Only a monster like Sir Jon could have devised such a thoroughly debilitating humiliation.

i found myself walking behind a gorgeous redheaded boy. You know the kind, long legs and the kind of hips that seem to be perpetually moving to some erotic velvet tango when a handsome Master snagged us both around the waist.

He pulled both of us down to his muscled thighs, and gave us a deep kiss then let his tongue do a slippery dance. He pinched our nipples, stroked us each between the legs, and announced that we were both gorgeous romantic little whores!

We both blushed at the compliment and i took the moment to examine the boy across from me.

He was gorgeous, slim as a runway model with a pert turned-up nose that gave him a tomboy look, like the girls you see playing softball on the week-ends. He wore his thick auburn hair combed back close to the sides of his head and like me he was smooth and naked. His skin was lightly oiled so that the tawny color seemed alive under the banquet lights and someone had tied off his tiny balls with a black leather spreader making them hang preciously between his legs and make his cock stand up proudly.

The Master kneaded our firm rumps, then pulled his hands to his mouth and coated his middle fingers with saliva. When he massaged our tight holes we sighed and squirmed on his lap to the delightful finger-fucking. The boy opened his pretty mouth and i leaned forward and received an enchanting peppermint kiss.

“More,” the kind Master said, and moved his thighs so we were touching and trembling.

Our nipples touched and our stiff little cocks rubbed together as we kissed deeper and let our tongues play wickedly. i put my arms around the boy’s neck and he hugged my waist. It was wonderful having a soft warm body pressing against me and i actually purred like a kitten when he kissed my ears and let his slippery wet tongue dance on my neck.

Master worked his fingers in and out as we squirmed like little whores. It felt tingly and good to be stretched so gently and my pussy began to spasm uncontrollably.

We were all breathing heavily now, our nostrils were flared wide open, and i felt a dollop of pre-cum on the redheads cock mix with my own.

i was close to ‘boygasm’, too close and any moment i might squirt uncontrollably.

i took the boys hand and lowered it along with mine to the master’s crotch. He was remarkably stiff and long and he smiled like a wizard able to read our minds.

“I’ll fuck you both tonight,” he said, “Don’t worry my little pets,” then a hard crack from a paddle caused us all to look to the right of the stage.

The slaves had been crawling for fifteen minutes without success and each second seemed to bring another laugh and another hard swat.

The guests shouted directions:

“To you right, no the other right you stupid cow.”

“You’re getting warm, warmer.”

Then more laughs and more swats accompanied by tiny shrieks and yelps till finally two collided and i heard a loud swoon as a well-trained tongue began lapping in earnest.

One by one the naked beauties turned in the direction of the noise and that quickly they formed a lewd centipede; each with his or her face pressed deeply between the cheeks of one of their peers. The lead slave inched forward and turned slightly till an erotic circle of lust was formed and they licked like hungry barn animals.

The applause was shattering and Sir Jon strutting back on stage like a burlesque comedian bowing and smiling like a Cheshire cat.

“Tonight,” he began, “Tonight ladies and gentlemen, tonight Masters and Mistresses, we will conduct an auction!”

The large double doors opened and a quiet fell over the hall, as pregnant as that in a church or library.

Then a collected sigh as the most beautiful boy anyone had ever seen was led in by a groom holding a golden lead that was attached to a diamond collar circling the boy’s neck.

His name was Gabriel, but he was called Innocentti because of the sheer divine look of sexual purity that covered his beautiful face. His shoulder length jet-black hair was pulled back with a silk ribbon and they had dressed him for display; a spandex shimmel and matching tiny low-cut panties. The outfit showed off his ribbed tummy and clung to his curved buttocks creating an erotic contrast with the endless expanse of smooth white skin. He had divinely sculpted thighs and shapely calves encased in shiny vinyl boots.

Some whispered that he was from Peru, perhaps the descendent of a sun-god, others insisted he was raised in the rain-forest by jaguars. It really didn’t matter, every cock in the great hall was stiff, every pussy creamy and wet.

“Shall we begin?” Sir Jon continued.

Innocentti moved with small mincing steps, slow and sensual, like a caged animal to the center of the room where a wooden trestle had been placed and secured to the floor.

It was shaped like steepled hands; so that when secured, the victim’s forehead would brush the floor and his or her rump would be at the zenith of the device.

Sir Jon stepped forward with a razor sharp dagger and snipped the tiny bits of clothing off and again an odd hush fell over the crowd!

His skin was perfect, flawless, and the shape of his body was neither girl nor boy but some rather exquisite third gender. He was slender yet round; soft but firm, he seemed a being that had been bred simply to be fucked.

Grooms bent him over quickly and secured his wrist and ankles to the trestle, they wound large leather bands around his upper arms and legs, and another still over his lower back to tether him against the wood.

It seemed far to an excess for a simple whipping and then huge doors opened to the patio and i saw a fiery kiln and understood the horror.

Innocentti was going to be branded like a domestic animal, on the rump, for the whole world to see, and i felt a vile taste in my throat.

Three huge television sets were lowered from the ceiling and the arena was awash in bright lights. A spotlight was focused between the boys rump so that his tiny anus was visible to all.

It was incredibly small, tightly puckered, and surrounded by a lovely mauve areole. i sighed at its beauty.

“We will begin at $5,000. And bid in increments of $500,” Sir Jon said, “Let the auction begin!”

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Chapter 14: The Hall of Contemplation

Grooms quickly filtered through the audience passing out adhesive numbers for the bidders to affix to their paddles and a huge teletron was lowered from the ceiling in the middle of the room.

Our Master bid us to rise and almost lifted us off his lap with his muscled arms. We walked towards the trestle and poor Innocentti on our tiptoes with the Masters huge soft hands caressing our rumps.

“See how beautiful he is my little darlings?” the Master asked, and we both cooed like doves.

i answered back, “Too beautiful to be sold like a whore and branded like an animal. He should be loved, caressed, perfumed and oiled for his Master or Mistress, the one that he loves, not the one with the biggest purse!”

The auburn haired boy had a look of sheer terror in his eyes when i spoke, but the Master was wise and good and understanding.

“If only we could all live in your romantic little world. But be careful what you say and who you say it to or you’ll be properly whipped. Another word like that and I’ll spank you myself.”

He punctuated the sentence by delivering a hard slap to my buttocks, hard enough that i squealed.

“Who’ll start the bidding off?” Sir Jon shouted into a microphone and immediately numbered paddles rose from around the room.

“I’ve got five,” he continued, “Who’ll say fifty-five?”

As each bid was recorded the number appeared on the teletron, each in another color so they were easily separated from the others.

Slowly the bids grew in size and the list became smaller and smaller as numbers began dropping to the bottom of the screen.

At $34,000.00 only three bidders remained and Sir Jon walked to the trestle with a black leather strap.

The cameras zoomed in one last time between the beauty’s cheeks and focused on the mauve treasure.

Sir Jon smiled and clipped the strap to an eyelet on the bench then brought it up between the boys rump to fasten at the belt holding his waist.

The ripe round little buttocks were separated now like sweet melons and Sir Jon ran his hands over the velvety skin.

Innocentti whimpered almost inaudibly. The boy's legs quivered and the muscles in his backside twitched under the hand.

i watched a bead of sweat roll down his spine just as Sir Jon announced, “Can I have thirty-four five?” he said.

The whole room knew soon someone would claim the boy, remove the strap to enjoy the beauty, and to ravage his pussy.

A shrill voice from somewhere in the room exploded: “Fifty,” was all it said.

The crowd parted and i saw a woman with hair the color of ash and skin as ivory as snow. She was seated on a cold grey stone throne that provided a stark contrast to the scarlet color of her lips and nails. She stood and threw open her cloak and thrust her bare breasts at the audience defiantly then strode towards the center of the room with her hands on her wide hips and a glass phallus strapped between her legs.

i suddenly became very frightened when i realized she was a witch.

The whole crowd moved as the trestle was wheeled to the patio and the late night silence was punctuated by the zapping sound of mosquitoes and moths committing suicide in electrical traps.

The scent of night-blooming flowers filled the air giving this dire circumstance a light, airy feel. She peppered the fires with different colored powders that exploded in a kaleidoscope of mustard yellow hues and tints that smelled awful.

The red headed boy pressed his slender trembling body against mine and we hugged each other for support. my eyes danced quickly around the room for other slaves. They were all quaking with fear, some weeping, others trembling on the floor.

She picked up the white-hot branding iron and approached the boy walking close enough to me that i felt the warmth of it then felt my body spasm as the white-metal bit deep into his skin and the putrid smell of burning flesh assaulted my nostrils.

He screamed and the witch lifted her phallus. i could see now that it was not glass but had been carved from ice.

She touched it to his buttock where the iron had just burned him and it sizzled, sealing his fate forever. Then with an eerie cry she drove it into him with one push of her fleshy hips and he howled like a banshee.

i looked to my left and saw Claire shaking uncontrollably, then loosing control of her bladder and heard the splash of urine on the stone patio.

It was time for my move; it had to be now or never.

i walked to Sir Jon and put my mouth close to his ear.

“Bring me to your suite tonight,” i whispered.

“So you can milk my cock?” he answered.

“No Jon, so that you can milk mine after i’ve whipped your buttocks properly!”

i never saw his arm shoot out, but his backhand caught me full on the face and i went tumbling ass over elbows to the patio floor.

Grooms quickly shackled my arms and forced a rubber gag into my mouth.

“Take him to the Hall of Contemplation,” Sir Jon ordered, “Then bring him to me in the morning.”

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Chapter 15: Horrors and hallucinations

i was delivered to a basement room to a handsome, tanned, well-muscled groom wearing a striped shirt and snug white bell-bottomed trousers that accentuated his maleness and ripe, round rump.

“So, you’ve been a bad boy, have you?” He said in a low measured baritone that seemed neither dangerous nor threatening.

He stroked my ass playfully then brought his hand down with a resounding smack on the firm, smooth flesh.

i saw his cock twitch beneath the tight cotton pants and start to grow and thought for a moment that i would be raped. But he smiled kindly and took my hand then led me throughout the room, through this hall of contemplation.

The room was filled with long low benches, twelve feet on length and three feet wide, a total of five in all each with missiles attached to their surface every two to three feet.

The missiles were carved from hard dark wood and in the shape of fingers, phalluses, and plugs.

“you’ll start here my darling,” he said while pointing to a tiny plug on the first bench, “And spend one half hour contemplating your vile behavior”.

my eyes darted up the bench and back down the next quickly realizing that each bench would take an hour and a half to traverse and that the missiles grew in girth and length to a monstrous degree.

i’d be tested like never before. Half way through was a phallus longer and thicker than anything i’d ever taken, beyond that mammoth plugs capable of maiming me forever.

i began to weep and he hugged me, told me not to worry, that he would be there to look after me and care for me.

What a wonderful man he was!

If only i could show him my gratitude.

“Thank you Sir for your kindness, perhaps someday i’ll be able to repay you,” i said.

He smiled again, took a seat with me on his lap, and gave me a wonderful kiss that made my heart flutter.

“Shall we begin kitten?” he asked, and when i nodded my agreement he turned me wickedly over his left thigh.

i found myself almost upside down with my forehead scraping the floor and my derriere too high and much too vulnerable.

He placed his right leg over mine and locked me down then gathered up a hickory wood paddle.

He swatted my rump very hard and called me a worthless little cunt, then swatted me again.

my body bucked and trembled but to no avail. He was too strong and too determined and in moments my buttocks were a deep red, horribly swollen, and quaking like jello.

Then he picked me up in his arms, like a lover would, only it wasn’t a silken bed i was destined for, just a wooden plug to stretch me open.

“We’ve all night to go kitten,” he laughed, “And your pussy may never be the same.”

Strangely enough, i realized that right now, at this precise moment, i loved him like no one else in the world.

He was after all my Master.

Hadn’t he just given me a whipping like so many had done before?

Wouldn’t i do just about anything to please him, to make him smile?

He saw my confusion, my weakness, and smirked down at me as so many had done before then turned his back to me and demanded my obeisance.

i closed my eyes and moved forward, pressed my lips to the muscled little cheeks the way a proper slave-boy worships a Master. my face traveled farther between the cheeks so that my lips rested on his anus and i kissed it, admitting my defeat.

Perhaps this is all i will ever be, someone to whip, someone to kiss another’s ass. He left me there impaled, squirming on the plug wondering who i was and who i was going to be before this ordeal was over.

Two hours later, i had not reached a single answer or even found a clue and i was moving to the second station on the second bench

He returned and clipped horrible weights with gargoyles teeth to my nipples.

At the next station he whipped them off with a leather flogger.

At the next he wiggled out of his tight pants so that his perfect cock pointed at me. i expected him to fuck my face but he sprayed me, used my mouth as his urinal, laughed again cruelly.

Now my body was beginning to tremble. The missiles were thick and long and i knew that i had been defeated when a bright light appeared and a voice taunted me:

“I won’t allow it,” she barked, “I won’t allow you to quit.”

It was her, the curly haired angel.

I still couldn’t see her face but it was her, no doubt; the wild mane of hair, the little perfect breasts, those thighs and hips.

She began to dance, move erotically.

i strained to get closer, whiffed her scent, her underarms, her perspiration, the joy between her legs.

i changed stations again and she remained with me. i reached out and cupped each tiny breast, weighed them in my hands, kissed each nipple and watched them rise.

“Brave little slut,” she said.

i grew stronger, ran my hand up her inside thigh, felt her heat.

“You’re a shameless exhibitionist,” i insisted, and lightly spanked her rump. She laughed and shook her ass in my face.

By the time i reached the final station i was humping the phalluses and smiling broadly.

i slipped a hand between the angel’s thighs and she moaned and gripped my head. my fingers brushed the lower lips and her hips moved gently so i eased a finger into the moist swollen folds a few millimeters from her clitoris and let my other hand search the path to her anus.

She cradled my head and pulled it forward and when i opened my eyes my ordeal was over and the bench was wet with my drippings.

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Chapter 16: Finally

i returned to the grooming area and found Marnie and Pia trembling like scared kittens so i hugged them both tightly and kissed away their tears.

“There, there little pussycats,” i said.

i stroked them gently, petted them softly and in a few minutes they relaxed, rubbed against me, and hugged me back.

i could see the terror in their eyes, and guessed that the branding of Innocenti had rocked them to their fragile souls.

“This will soon be over,” i said, “but i need to be groomed now for my final challenge. Where can i find two cute geisha boys,” i added playfully.

Marnie smiled and Pia blushed and giggled.

“Hurry now,” i said, and playfully spanked their bottoms on the way to the bath. They rolled their hips flirtatiously like sexy boys do and i felt an overwhelming desire to possess them.

A steamy citrus soak was ready for me in a huge antique tub with clawed feet. Marnie began washing me with a fluffy sponge while Pia brushed my shoulder length hair.

“I love the way you’ve streaked your hair,” Pia said, the golds and browns and coppers give you a wild animal look. It’s very sexy”.

“That’s quite a compliment,” i said, “coming from a beauty like you.”

Pia was a pretty boy with shimmering brown hair and crystal clear blue eyes and i’d desired him from the very moment we had met. i reached back between his legs to fondle his jewels and stroke him softly just as Marnie bent farther forward so that his wide rump parted and i saw his little black cherry winking seductively. Our world was changing so quickly but one thing was sure; before i left this palace i was going to taste all their charms

They worked quickly and expertly scrubbing and shaving me, painting my nails, and rubbing sweetly scented oils into my skin. Marnie dabbed my tender parts with perfume and Pia placed golden rings on the fingers and toes, then braided gold rings around my nipples that made them stand up and stiffen.

Pia pulled a spandex fishnet halter top over my head and positioned it so that my nipples stood out between the woven fabric; electric pink against mysterious black. Marnie had me wiggle into a matching pair of low-riding booty shorts; he carefully tucked away my treasures and smoothed the panties over my behind. They finished with a little garter belt, smokey nylons, and 3 inch pumps.

“you look gorgeous,” Pia exclaimed, “sexy and exciting.”

i took hold of them both between the legs, they were rigid with excitement. “Give me a kiss you little whores,” i demanded. i moved my hands back to fondle their firm silky buttocks, and felt their hands grip my ass.

i leaned forward towards Pia. His lips were heavy with pink lip gloss and were almost begging. We shared an exciting French kiss, let our pink tongues tangle and glide. Marnie’s lips moved over my throat.

i reared back and slapped his apple round ass.

“Harder bitch,” i ordered, “suck harder.”

He giggled and moved his thick lips over my neck and shoulders over to my collar bone and back to my throat. Then the little tramp raised my halter and assaulted a nipple.

OMG!

my knees began to tremble at the intense sensation and except for their hands clutching my ass, i would have withered to the floor.

“How’s that?” Marnie purred, “BITCH.”

We all giggled and i turned to him and demanded his mouth and tongue. Pia sank his teeth into my throat from the other side and when i returned to his lips they were red with my blood and it made tremble with power.

Oh how i loved them both, these gorgeous little vampire boys with soft bodies and hard cocks.

We stood there for a very long time kissing, groping, and feeling each other up like horny boys do when first they discover sex. i didn’t want to stop; i wanted my flesh to be covered with love-bites by morning so that everyone could see the passion in my bruised flesh.

my cock throbbed with a new power while my anus puckered and gaped as though i were expecting a lover’s thrust.

“Darlings, i’m worried about your owners, as i am about my beautiful Louise. When this night is over i’m going to claim Claire and the both of you too. i’ll make you my Harajuku boys. i’ll care for you; i love you both so very much.”

“Now lie down on your backs, spread your legs, and stimulate your precious boi toys for me.”

They responded quickly, obediently, beautifully, giving me the gorgeous view i had hoped for. The tips of their pretty cocks were shiny with pre-cum and their balls seemed heavy and ready to explode.

i rubbed my crotch through the little panties for just a moment; my passions had run too high.

“Now insert a finger my little pets, yes that’s it, gently open your flowers.”

i watched, then turned with a resolve.

“Wish me luck darlings,” i said, “don’t stop until you squirt, i want to hear you both moaning delightfully.” Then i walked away confidently down the hall and into Jon’s mansion.

i expected a masculine leather palace with dark heavy furniture but found a cheerful opulent room bathed in rose colored lights and smelling of potpourri.

Jon was naked and sitting in on a floral divan and i couldn’t help but notice that he had been shaved and oiled. A soft smoky music filled the air and i began a seductive lap dance with swaying hips and rolling buttocks.

i pulled back my shoulders and leaned forward very close so that my nipples teased his eyes. His mouth opened and his breathing quickened. i lowered my head and let my silky hair brush against his sex, he was almost panting now.

Then i turned my back to him and bent over so that my derriere was inches from his face. i felt his hot breath against my skin, heard him audibly sniff at the perfume between my legs.

Sir Jon rose quickly, pinned me against a wall, kissed me roughly.

i felt his hand on my right leg behind the knee. It moved up my thigh slowly over the top of my stocking, past the garters, hot hands against warm flesh. He lifted my leg. i knew what he wanted. i’d seen slender Egyptian boys on the docks in Cairo up against walls with one leg wrapped around a horny sailor’s waist being ruthlessly fucked.

my lips moved to his ear and nibbled the lobe very softly; i knew my breath was warm and sweet. i whispered softly, “i’ve hungered for you since my first visit, when you removed my gag, and used my mouth. Let me be your bad boy again, let me lubricate you with my mouth.”

He placed his hands on my shoulders and i dipped to my knees like a well-trained concubine. He had a beautiful cock and under any other circumstance i would have taken it greedily, joyfully.

But now, here, i took hold of his balls and pulled and twisted with every ounce of strength that i possessed. He screamed and crumbled to the ground. i kept squeezing even when he begged like a slave-boy.

i quickly bound his wrists with a silk cord and mounted his chest, pinning him under my weight. He had a look of terror in his eyes that excited me. i slapped his face very hard. He mumbled something and i quieted him by moving forward so that my rump smothered his face, denied him air and light. His body jerked for minutes then got limp. i raised a little, just enough to let him breath and was rewarded with his surrender.

His tongue flicked eagerly at my anus.

“Good boy,” i said, “You’ll tell me your confession later, tell me how you gained your skills. But now fetch me a cane boy, a stout whippy cane.”

i bent Sit Jon over a wooden trestle and delivered a slow methodical whipping of fifteen strokes that left his buttocks a gruesome tapestry of welts. The sight of his plump behind and his unearthly screams made me wild with passion.

my index finger tested his anus then pushed through the ring of muscle to toy with his prostate. He purred like a kitten.

“What is it Jon?” i asked with a smirk in my words.

Then he begged. He begged for my cock.

He called me Master and begged to be my whore.

When i had finished and was slumped in a chair, he crawled to me, cleaned me with his tongue. i took him in my arms while he wept.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he said, “at school.”

He narrated a tale of mutual masturbation and lithe boys with beautiful hairless bodies all eager to experiment. He’d been discovered on his knees in an upstairs closet during second term with a Belgian boy’s cock in his mouth and sentenced to public punishment.

The Head Master called assembly, lowered the boys’ trousers, and delivered a dozen to his bare backside that he never forgot. After that he was fair game for all the older students as well as several staff members who had difficulty disguising their arousal, even with long black robes over their clothing.

“My passions possessed me,” he said, “I longed to be ordered to my knees or bent over for a senior brute. The sound of a cane swishing through the air was my music, my rhapsody of pain.”

i listened eagerly at the story but found few surprises. i too had been consumed by the same passions, sentenced to public paddling for my weakness, and bent over to grip a stronger boy.

He continued his narrative.

“Then it was over,” he said, “I was a graduate, my family was wealthy, prominent. I had to assume a role of leadership and authority with many who could have easily tamed me.”

From there his life seemed to decay, alcohol and unhappiness, lies and kisses. He embezzled some money and was blackmailed by the very slave-traders who now ran the slave auctions at the mansion.

i held him for a long time and explained that i was neither judge nor jury and that others would decide his fate. He slithered down with his head between my legs, rolled his tongue seductively up my shaft, licked under the crown, then moved lower and spanked my balls playfully with his tongue. He sucked me gently and soon my sap had risen to the point where i might explode and he stopped.

“Master,” he pleaded, “Fuck me again, please, as hard as you can!”

"Lie on your stomach," i said, and pushed his legs together when he instinctively tried to spread them. i straddled him and entered him from behind. Jon’s buttocks were still welted and raw from his caning.

“You mark beautifully Jon,” i said, burying myself into his ass to the hilt, “and you’re delightfully tight.”

i began pumping into him, hard and fast till we began to sweat and moan and the room was filled with the sounds of wet slapping flesh. I watched my cock disappear into his ass again and again. It was indescribably exciting.

This kneeling position allowed me to use the strength in my wide hips and full rump to pump him ferociously. He started to moan as i continued to punish his G-spot and i felt my second boygasm building quickly.

i took hold of his wrists and pushed them out over his head while i covered his back with my chest, then bit his ear lobe, tasted his blood. i continued kissing his neck and pumping his ass. By morning he would know a soreness that would always enslave him to me; i would always be his Master. i growled with my potent ejaculation and filled him with my seed!

A few simple key strokes at his computer were all that was needed and by morning Masters and Mistresses had arrived at the Thorn. Guests were escorted out the front door and apologies offered. Grooms were sent on a paid vacation, and the slave-traders still in the building were stripped and paddled out the back door to make their way naked through the streets in the light of day.

i found Claire waiting for me in the ballroom dressed in stockings and garters and looking so ripe and adorable my heart actually ached. i picked her up in my arms and over my shoulder the way firemen do and as i walked up the winding staircase i heard applause and shouts of bravo, bravo.

She sat on my lap while i kissed her neck and breasts, sucked her nipples, and told her i loved her like life itself.

“And i claim you as mine, forever and ever.”

She nodded and went sheepishly over my knee.

It had been a long time since i had a beautiful woman over my lap and i savored every minute. i gave the right cheek a good hard slap and saw my hand print raise up.

i gave Claire a slow romantic spanking, more foreplay than punishment. The heat of my hand on her wide freckled ass fueled her with a fire that moved quickly through her groin. Her hips began to move like a woman during coitus and after less than five minutes i reached between her legs. She was sopping wet.

i picked her up again in my arms and lay her down on a huge antique bed covered with raspberry colored silk sheets and lowered my face between her legs.

my breath quickened at the sight of the beautiful mysterious folds of her flower. i licked a finger and gently slipped it in the slightly parted labia.

Claire wriggled delightfully at the probing. She was warm and moist and i pushed deeper, gently twisting and flexing. i pressed my thumb down against her rapidly swelling clitoris and began rolling it from side from to side.

“Oh fuck,” she said.

i thumbed harder and faster against the redhead's sensitive bud.

“Please,” she said, once was enough for me.

my lips tasted the redhead's sweet arousal, a fragrant delicious syrup, and then danced over the tightly stretched lips catching her clitoris lightly between my teeth.

Her body rose and fell as i pressed her throbbing bud between my lips and was rewarded with a wave of little spasms and jerks and a gorgeous little squeals. But i wanted more. i moved my wet finger slowly into her anus while continuing to lick and nibble and she came. She came as some women do with a feminine glory that made her ivory freckled skin glow like a beacon.

Then i went to my knees and pushed easily past the aroused muscle into her warmth and felt the walls of her pussy tremble. Our bodies were rocked with waves of ecstasy and we were lost to a passion that knew neither sense nor bounds.

She scratched my back and called me lover. i kissed her neck, her shoulders, her armpits. When she started to grow rigid, she clutched my hips, slapped my ass.

“Now baby,” she cried, “now baby, now.”

Then we lay on our sides breathing heavily for a very long time afterwards with everything touching lightly; breasts, bellies, and thighs. Our mouths were open and together, but not kissing, just touching. Her breath was warm as springtime and sweet as cherry wine.

She said she loved me and more.

She’d watched the changes in me and felt them in herself too during this ordeal. She loved the soldier today and if she awoke with a sissy tomorrow, well she’d love him too.

And besides she added,”I need a skilled maid, someone handy with make-up and nail polish. I’ve seen the way Mistresses are worshipped, and I like it. Perhaps a phallus harnesses between my legs might find some use. What do you think baby?”

All during her narrative she tickled and stroked me and i was raging again. She rolled on to her back, pulled me towards her, called me a cute little mother-fucker, and we were deliciously one again.

i slept an opiate sleep till sometime just before dawn when my curly haired angel came and gave me her hand.

We walked to the window and i saw a land far away, an ice palace, precious Inocentti, and the Witch herself.

She sat naked in a throne with her legs spread open while a gorgeous Master crawled to her on hands and knees. His muscled little rump was scarlet red from a paddling and he wore her brand on his right cheek.

“Hurry my pet,” she ordered.

He scurried like a defeated animal and his head bobbed between her legs till she screamed with orgasm.

The room was filled with round bubble cages made of glass or plastic, and each contained a captive, many who i recognized as Masters and Mistresses. Then i saw Her!

She looked tiny and sad. A leather collar wrapped Her neck, and Her sumptuous behind was bright pink from a spanking. But there was no brand, no reason to believe that She had been conquered.

“No,” i shouted, and felt Claire hugging me, stroking me.

“It’s all right darling, you were having a dream, a bad dream.”

“It wasn’t a dream, it was a vision.”

i took her hand and found Marnie and Pia sleeping together and gently woke them.

“my darlings, i know i’ve made promises to you, to claim you, and care for you. But i fear my beautiful Mistress has been kidnapped and i may be the only person able to save her. i must leave you.”

Claire spoke first.

“you’ll need a redhead, every man does, I’m going with you.”

“And where could you find boys as pretty as we?” added Marnie, “We’re going too.”

We all hugged tightly and i was filled with love like never before.

We left a few hours’ later and locked arms on the street. The sun was brilliant against the brick road and in the distance the pavement seemed to be a shimmering yellow.

“We’re off to new adventures darlings; we’re off to the Emerald City.”

THE END

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