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CHAPTER 16***
Groups of people were already starting to form for orgies at different quarters. The rule was: if a door was left open at a residence of a mistress or master, a person was welcome to partake in whatever sexual activity that was going on inside. If a door was closed, it meant one of three things: a private party was going, no one was present or they had gone to bed.
At the moment Richard had two hot and horny women that he was planning on having an orgy. Ingrid and Abigail both were looking for something different. After a week of being the dominant bitch, both were anticipating Richard controlling the sexual activities as he was now. Both women were on their knees and were paying homage to his exposed penis that Abigail had removed from his pants again after he returned to the table.
"Wow. Hold on ladies. Let's continue this after we get our slaves and go someplace more comfortable." Richard said as he stood and placed his erection back in his pants. Letting the woman finish what they started would have been so easy if he did not have better plans for them.
"We can continue this back at my place." Ingrid replied. "I have some nice toys we can try out."
The two women went one way to retrieve their slaves and Richard went the other. Making his way to Thalia's table, he met Gordon approaching him with his slave Diana, and a leash around another slave, Allison his wife.
"Hey Richard. How about joining us?"
"No thank you. I'm going to be a little busy myself."
"It's a pity. I'm going to have to look after these slaves by myself." Gordon replied as he gave Allison's bottom a squeeze.
"I see you have that slave that you wanted. How did you get her?" Richard asked.
"I was teamed with her master in the golf tournament. I asked if I could trade slaves for a night and he said if I wanted, I could have her tonight. He declined the offer of my slave saying he had other commitments. So I took him up on his offer."
"Have you seen Thalia? I have plans for her and me." Richard asked as he stole a look at his wife.
"We just left her a few minutes ago. She was still at her table. The table over there in the corner." Gordon pointed out.
"See you later." Richard replied. As he turned to leave, he gave Allison a wink and a nod. In return Allison smiled to say everything is fine.
Thalia was relieved when saw Richard walking toward her. Tonight was a bad time to be left unprotected by your mistress or master. Not only were they in a jovial mood but the staff of the resort were in the same type of party mood. Tonight was the worst time for being a slave. With having no say about who could order you around, the slave was at anyone's mercy. Thalia had already seen a female slave ordered to her knees as three male waiters swarmed around her and removed their cocks for her to suck them off.
By the time Richard and Thalia arrived at Ingrid's quarters the party had already started. Both women were stripped nude and were watching the show their two male slaves were putting on. They had their slaves engaged in oral sex with each other.
"Jason. If I have to remind you again about not taking all of Rolf's cock in your mouth, I 'll send you to the dungeons tonight." Ingrid scolded her slave.
"These slaves are useless. Why don't we tie them up and let them watch how a real man can pleasure us?" Abigail said to Ingrid as she gave Richard a kiss on the lips.
Richard watched while Jason and Rolf were secured by their wrists with their arms over their heads and fastened to an eye hook in the ceiling. He could not help but notice that both slaves had hard erections when Ingrid ran her hands along them as if she was going to jerk them off.
"You animals. You would just love it if I let you come." Ingrid said as she turned away from the helpless male slaves.
"Maybe your slave needs to be strung up? Does she not have any manners? Get your master a drink." Abigail ordered Thalia. "God. Sometimes these slaves are useless."
While Thalia was pouring Richard a brandy, she watched as the two women stripped her master of his clothes. As one of them started to slowly lick his penis, the other crammed her tongue between the cheeks of his ass and licked his little puckered anus.
Thalia was a little jealous of the two mistresses for not allowing her to partake in the sexual fun of pleasing her master. Richard had downed his drink and motioned Thalia over to him after he noticed that she still had her clothes on and was standing by the bar. To him it looked as if she was ready to cry as he ordered her to strip.
"You ladies don't mind if my slave joins in the action?" Richard asked.
He never got an answer but he thought that Abigail said something before she went back to reaming his bottom. Taking that for a yes, he had Thalia stand on the arms of the easy chair and lower her vagina onto his face while she steadied herself by holding onto the back of the chair. He could feel himself ready to come as he patted Thalia on the bottom for her to get off his face. Positioning Abigail and Ingrid side by side on the floor, he stood over the two women with his erection in his hand. Ordering Thalia to her knees, he told her what he wanted done as she started to slowly masturbate him while the women squeezed their breasts and waited for his spunk to land on them. Richard watched as Thalia aimed his come at their chest until he was spent and Thalia took his limp penis in her mouth. Abigail turned her head to Ingrid as the two of them French kissed each other while they massaged his spent lust into their breasts. After Thalia had cleaned her master, he had her perform oral sex on Abigail and Ingrid until both reached an orgasm.
The rest of the night was a haze of sex. Richard did not partake in all of the sexual activities. At times he would watch as the woman pleasured themselves with vibrators, strap-on-didos, fingers or tongues. Whenever he thought that he had enough sex, his devilish mind would think up another perverted position for the women to try.
Throughout this the two male slaves were still secured as they watch the lewd sex acts that their mistresses were performing. Every so often if Abigail or Ingrid saw that either one of their slaves were losing interest watching the sex acts or their penises were not staying erect they would torment them. A few hard swats across their bottom with a leather belt were their favorite form of torment. They even went as far as to get Jason's and Rolf's hopes up by getting on their knees and sucking their penis until they were ready to come. At the last moment they would stop and leave them hanging.
Richard stood at the railing of the patio in the nude and watched the sun began to peak. The weather called for another beautiful day as a light warm breeze drifted from the south. A bird chirped from a nearby tree and jolted him from his daydream.
"Master. Would you like another coffee?" Thalia said as she stood next to him. It had been an extraordinary night for her. She loved to participate in orgies especially when she was the only slave. Turning to her mistresses who were lounging on recliners in the nude, she asked if they required another drink or if they were in need of her services. She enjoyed being a slave to the two women also, pleasing a female or a male made no difference to her.
"No, I do not need another coffee. It's time we go home. Come along Thalia." Richard said as he went over and kissed Abigail and Ingrid.
"Wait. I'll show you to the door. Besides we should see how our worthless slaves are doing." Ingrid said as she and Abigail followed Richard.
"Fuck! I knew those two slaves are worthless." Abigail said as she looked at the two male slaves who were sleeping.
"What will you do with them?" Richard asked.
"First thing I'm going to do with Jason is to put his restraint back on. Maybe later today I might allow him to come. It will depend if he's a good boy." Ingrid replied.
"That does sound a fit punishment for Rolf also." Abigail agreed as she poured a glass of cold water and threw it at Rolf's penis. "That will make it easier to get the restraint on."
"Master. Are you not going to get dressed?" Thalia asked as Richard opened the door to leave.
"I don't feel like it. Come along." The way he felt, he could sleep for a week. He did not think anybody would get to upset on seeing a naked man and his slave.
Allison wished that she could have stayed with Steven for the night. She knew that she had no say in the matter as she followed Gordon and his slave to his quarters. Since coming to The Spa, she had come to terms with her bisexuality and she was looking forward to a night with Gordon and Diana.
"Gordon! Are you going to keep those two slaves all to yourself?"
Gordon stopped and looked around to see who was talking to him. Turning around he spotted Paul the baseball player that Allison had meet earlier in the week with his slave Lotta. After a few minutes of conversation he invited Master Paul and Lotta to join in the fun at his place.
Something about Paul made Allison think naughty thoughts. She did not know if it was the way he talked dirty to her or his size, but whatever it was she was looking forward to being a slave to him. With him was his slave Lotta, which Allison had meet before. She was one of the hottest black female singing stars in the last year. Looking at Lotta's petite body, she wondered how it would be making love to a black woman. By the time they got to Gordon's place, her panties were clinging to her body as if they were a second skin.
"The first thing these slaves need is a good thrashing. Damn they are slow." Gordon declared as they entered his quarters. Neither Lotta or her knew what they were slow about, but a mistress or master did not need a reason for punishing a slave.
"Paul. Why don't you start on giving them a spanking while I get us a couple of drinks?" Gordon asked as he went over to the bar.
All three slaves were now naked as they stood in line. The first slave Paul chose for a spanking was Diana. Allison held her breath as she watched Paul drape Diana over his lap and begin to spank her. For some reason, watching another person even getting spanked turned her on. After about a dozen strokes, he pushed Diana off his lap as if she was trash and motioned for Lotta to receive her spanking
"You." Gordon said as he pointed for Allison to lay over his lap.
As she lay over his lap, that queasy feeling came over her as if she was either going to have an orgasm or wet herself.
"Stop squirming. You have just earned yourself another dozen strokes."
She did her best not to fidget as Gordon's spanked her. Of all the spankings she received this week the kind she enjoyed the most was a spanking with the palm of the hand. So far the worst spanking she received was by a leather strap which she did not care for because of the way it stung. Although she did enjoy the smell of the leather as she was made to lick the belt after she was punished with it. A wooden paddle was not to severe and she enjoyed that. The best feeling that came over her was the feel of a hand striking her. After Gordon had delivered two dozen strokes, Allison sat on the carpet beside him and tried her best not to cry while she felt as if her bottom was on fire.
Allison turned her head as she heard a cry come from Lotta. Paul had his slave kneeling on the floor with her bottom raised as he laid about six stokes across her pert bottom with a leather belt.
"Gordon. Do you mind if I use your slave?" Paul asked.
"Do whatever you wish. Myself. I'm going to start with Allison." Gordon replied.
"That cunt loves sucking black cock. Don't you?" Paul said as he ordered Allison to crawl over to him. Reaching down he grabbed Allison by the hair and pulled it so that she was looking up at him.
"Yes Master."
"Let me hear you say it." Paul ordered as he gave her hair a tug.
"I love . . . sucking your big black cock, Master." Allison stammered. This treatment of her was so humiliating and degrading but she loved it.
"What are you?" Paul asked as he massaged his erection through his pants with his other hand.
"I'm a cock sucking slave, Master." Allison answered as Paul let go of her hair and allowed her to crawl back to Gordon.
Within a few minutes both men were naked and had their penises in the mouth of their respective slaves.
"Play with yourself, you fucking black cunt." Paul ordered Lotta who was watching the proceedings.
Allison wondered as she was performing oral sex on Master Gordon why that when Master Paul talked in filthy gutter language, she got turned on so much.
"Fucking bitch. I'm going to come." Gordon moaned as Allison increased her efforts in pleasing him.
"Don't allow her to swallow. I'm blowing a good load." Paul called to Gordon. "Cunt, don't swallow." Paul cautioned Diana also.
"Lotta. Come here and kiss Allison and Diana." Paul ordered his slave.
"Let's see tongue action from you three. If we don't, it will be a long time before you can sit comfortably." Gordon caution.
Allison was the first to come forward. She looked in Lotta's eyes as if to say 'I don't want to do this.' The look she received back from her was a look of a woman in heat. Tilting her head sideways, Lotta and she embraced in a passionate kiss. Opening her mouth, she transferred Gordon's spent love juice into her mouth.
"Swallow all of it." Paul ordered.
This was only the beginning of a perverted night of sex acts that the men thought up for the slaves. One sex act followed another. Sometime during the night she watched as Lotta took her master's huge penis in her anus. She wondered how a small person like her could take a penis that big, however she did not hear any complaints from her. With that sex scene unfolding before her, Master Gordon ordered her to masturbate. After Master Paul relieved his passion in Lotta's tight anus, he had Diana lay on her back and had Lotta squat over her as she expelled his spent lust into her mouth and than had Allison kiss and suck Pauls come out of her mouth. The men particularly enjoyed watching the three slaves perform oral sex on each other. As the men recuperated from the last round of sex, they had the three slaves lay on the floor and form a circle. If someone would have told Allison that she would be degraded in this style a week ago, she would have said that you were crazy. While she licked the vagina in front of her, she wiggled her tongue as far in as it would go. Allison felt Lotta's vagina contract and knew that she was having an orgasm. While this was happening to Lotta the same treatment was being done to her by Diana.
"Fucking whore loves eating black pussy also." Paul laughed as his slave orgasmed from Allison talented tongue.
Within seconds all of the slaves were moaning as they reached their orgasm.
"Do you want to fuck any of these sluts?" Paul asked.
"No. Except, I could use some fresh air." Gordon replied as he stepped over the prone body of Diana.
"I think I'll join you. It's beginning to smell like a whorehouse in here."
The three women laid still as their composure returned to normal. Allison was thinking that this could have been the best sex she had all night as she watched Lotta disengage herself from the little triangle and go into the washroom. Allison and Diana also took a turn in the washroom and did their best to freshen up.
"I got a favor to ask you guys?" Diana asked them as they were relaxing while their masters sat out on the patio and talked sports.
"Sure. What is it?" Lotta replied while nodding her head along with Allison.
"I got permission to set up a seminar, after our stay, to show the young women of the village the proper use of cosmetics. What I like to know is, can I have your used cosmetics? Most of the time they are just throw away."
"Of course. And if you want we'll mention it to the other slaves." Lotta replied. No one had to tell her how hard it for a poor girl to make herself look beautiful. Not too long ago, she had a hard enough time just feeding herself. She remembered rummaging through garbage to find some ones used lipstick.
"You can count me in also." Allison offered.
"If you want us to. We can mention it to the mistress." Paul asked. Both the men had been standing in the doorway and had overheard the conversation.
"Thank you Master. I will appreciate it." Diana replied as the three of the slaves went to stand in the presence of their masters.
"Sit back down. It has been a long evening." Gordon said. "I got another problem. Do any of you know how make coffee?"
"There is no room service until later this morning. Everyone's recuperating from last night. I could use a cup of coffee. I don't know about you three." Paul added.
"I think I can make coffee, Master." Allison replied as she went over to the bar and started preparing a pot of coffee. While she waited for the water to run through the coffee-maker, she observed Paul and Lotta and Gordon and Diana. Regardless that the men treated the three women as nothing more than slaves that night, all five knew that it was only a game. She smiled as she watched Paul give Lotta a kiss on her right boob to make it feel better after she had received a scratch on it during the evening. Diana and Gordon were grinning over something that was said.
"Coffee is ready. The only problem is there is no sugar or cream." Allison remarked.
All five sat out on the patio with a coffee in their hands and watch the sunrise. The men added a shot of brandy to their coffee and asked if the women wanted any. All of them refused except Allison.
"Strange. The only other person that I know that drinks brandy is a fellow I met this week. His name is Richard. Do you know him, Allison?" Gordon asked.
"I have only seen him with you Master." Allison replied. She thought it best if Richard had not said anything about them being married, she wound not either.
She watched as Lotta finished her drink and leaned over and took Master Paul's limp penis in her mouth.
"Does my little black bird want another fucking?" Paul asked.
"I think there is a conspiracy among the slaves to screw their masters to death." Gordon said with a smile as he watched Lotta sucking on Paul's penis.
"I think I'll go back to my place. If this bitch does not get a good feeding of cock, she pouts." Paul replied as he removed Lotta's lips from around his penis and gave her a couple of swats across her bottom.
"Master, can I go to my quarters if you do not need me?" Allison asked. She was tired and in need of a bath. This seemed as good as time to ask if she could leave.
"Yes. First let me call a guard. It's still not safe for a slave to be wandering around." Gordon replied as he went to the phone to call security.
"I'll see her safely home. Nobody will mess around with me." Paul offered.
Instead of him guiding her to her own quarters, he took her to her masters. After thanking him for following her home, she quietly opened her master's door and entered. She could tell by the looks of the room that Steven had guests also. Stripping off her dress, she peaked into Steven's room to make sure that he was even at home before going to take a shower and brush her teeth. Her master was in bed and wrapped around him was Carmella, that slave of Master Herman's. Being as quiet as possible so not to wake her master, she shook Carmella to wake her up. If she was going to sleep with Steven, Allison did not want Carmella in bed with her. There was something about Carmella that rubbed her the wrong way. After gently shaking her by the shoulders, she opened her eyes and looked up at Allison.
"Fuck off whore. Find a master of your own." Carmella said in her heavy Spanish accent as she went back to snuggling up to Steven.
Allison controlled herself. She just about slapped the little tramp across the face, but instead reached over and grabbed her by the ear and pulled her out of bed.
Both women knew to keep their voices down so not to awaken Steven. Allison could tell by the foul breath from Carmella that she had more than her share of alcohol from the night before. Allison still had a firm hold on Carmella's ear as she opened the door with her other hand and shoved Carmella out.
Allison continued with her original plan with brushing her teeth and then ran a hot bath as she lay back and let the water relax her.
"Can I join you?" Steven asked as he walked into the bathroom with two drinks in his hand.
"Oh. I'm sorry master." Allison said in a startled voice. She never heard him enter the room as she awkwardly tried to stand in the presence of him.
"Sit back down." Steven motioned as he handed the drinks to Allison and stepped into the warm water. He liked Allison compared to other slaves he had at The Spa. She had spunk and he liked that in a slave. He was awake through the conversation that transpired between Camilla and Allison but decided to keep quiet and see who would come out the victor. Relaxing with a drink, Steven asked her how her evening went. He wanted the whole story with the details, not just a short version. Allison noticed that when they stepped out of the bath, Steven had an erection. She smiled to herself knowing that her story had aroused him.
"Would you like me to relieve you of that Master?" Allison asked as she dried Steven off and stroked his erection. A strange feeling had been happening to her in the last couple of days. Although she was not sexually aroused, she would gladly submit to any form of sex her master requested. As long as it would give him pleasure.
"Later." Steven said with a chuckle and shook his head as he lead them into the bedroom.
The two of them lay on their sides with Allison's arm curled around Steven's muscular chest. She was happy as she heard Steven's light snores. Just before dozing off to sleep, she lowered her arm and cupped Steven's erection in her hand before going to sleep.
