Treasure Island

Part 3

I'd heard about dinners aboard the liner, but nevertheless got a surprise when entering the grand room. The scene was set for a Roman orgy. Guests were not seated at tables, but reclining on couches arranged in a circle around a raised dais. A maitre d' guided me to one of them and I stretched out, looking around and nodding to my neighbours. I was among the last to arrive, most of the guests had already settled down to enjoy a pre-dinner drink and an appetiser. All of them had their personal slave sitting or kneeling beside their couch, nearly all of them naked and most in some kind of restraint. I told mine to sit and slipped the end of her leash over a convenient hook. She sank gracefully to the floor, carefully spreading her skirt to sit with her bare bum directly on the polished floor and drew her chained feet up beside her. A hobbled slavegirl came tripping with the drink I'd ordered. She was of course naked, except for a pair of spike heel sandals, just a strap across her toes and two on either side of her heel, clipped to the leather band locked around her ankle. "Good evening, Sir. I'm your table for tonight". She tried to send me a smile, but it came out as a pained grimace. Pained, because she was exactly what she said, my table. A silver tray was clipped to her nipple rings, distorting even the firm teenage breasts cruelly, and by chains to her collar. On it was placed a high stemmed glass and five bowls with dips, small sausages and finely sliced pieces of cucumber and carrots. She steadied the tray with her hands while lowering herself, but let go of it as soon as she was on her knees and turned to the slaveboy who was following in her wake. He was equally naked, but instead of a hobble, his feet were kept apart by a spreader bar, forcing him to waddle awkwardly. A wine cooler was dangling from a leather strap around his already swollen ballsack. Unfortunately, for him that is, I'd ordered champagne, so not only did he have to carry the extra heavy bottle, but his cooler was packed with ice. He was wincing with pain and gritting his teeth when my waitress relieved him of the burden and he could shuffle away to serve another guest.

The tormented girl filled my glass and I took a sip of the delicious fluid, with a glance at my own slavegirl, who seemed slightly nauseated by the casual cruelty. "Relieved to be privately owned?" I offered her the glass. "Yes, Sir". "Better stay with the devil you know that wandering from one sadist to the next?" She shook her head. "You're no devil, Sir. Thank you". She drank gratefully. "Hmm". I took a piece of cucumber, dipped and munched it slowly. "Delicious. Like one?" "If it may please you, Sir". "It does". I fed her a piece and went on sharing the wine and snacks with her. Other guests were less kind. Across from me, a man seemed to fancy another kind of dipping. His slavegirl was kneeling with widespread legs to allow him easy access to her cunt, looking on in disgust when he took a sausage, rammed it up her tunnel and then stuffed it in his mouth, chewing contentedly. His innovation caught on quickly. All over the place vegetables and sausages found their way up creaming pussies, some of them coated with the more ordinary dippings, something the slavegirls didn't seem to appreciate. No wonder, considering what the mixture of vinegar and garlic did to the sensitive skin of their love tunnels. A woman with a male slave looked enviously at her neighbour, but got an idea and ordered her boy to turn his arse towards her, reaching back to open it. A sausage went up his brown hole, was pumped in and out a couple of times and then offered to the human table. The poor girl looked as if she was going to spew on the spot, but dutifully opened her mouth to suck the brownish slime off the disgusting thing before her mistress savoured it. That started another round of fun, when guests with slaves of different sex swapped snacks. The father and son placed the Nordic beauty and the Arab boy side by side between their couches to make full use of the three different holes. Marianne looked questioningly at me, opening her thighs, but I shook my head. I do like the taste of pussy, but this was too disgusting.

When the hors d'oeuvres had been devoured, our tables rose to stagger away for the first course. They came back with a delicious selection of sushi and the wine waiters followed with a cool Chablis, once again something you could enjoy while resting comfortably on an elbow. Merry talk and laughter flowed around the room while the booze raised our spirits. Apparently far from all had ordered wine. I didn't join the rumpus, just toasted my friends silently and otherwise shared the fish and rice with my slave, offering her a sip of wine every now and then. The noise died down when one of the representatives of the company mounted the dais.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please don't let me disturb your dinner, but as some of you know, we use this opportunity to show off a few special delicacies among our offers. You've already made your own inspection when selecting your personal slaves". He was interrupted by laughter and catcalls. "But as you know, we've had them for a week's basic training and during that discovered certain skills which we've taken care to refine. I think you'll appreciate them". Renewed laughter and applause. "I'm sure that you'll find the demonstration entertaining". He gestured and six slaveboys, black or Latinos, lined up on the stage, hands cuffed behind their backs. "I can't imagine that you haven't already noticed these very fine tools". He indicated the boys' extremely long penises. "So that's not what I want to show you". He gestured again to call up six female slaves, likewise cuffed. "Now these are fine girls". Applause. "Everyone can see that, but what is not so obvious are their oral skills. All of them are unique cocksuckers who can take a dick all the way down without trouble as they'll now show you". He stepped aside and the girls lowered themselves to their knees in front of the six boys, most of them blushing deeply when publicly humiliated like that, but dutifully caught the limp meat between their lips and began sucking and blowing on it. It didn't take a minute before the six cocks were fully erect and the company man ordered the girls to let them out for inspection. It was a magnificent sight and I whispered in my slave's ear if she thought she could deepthroat them. She nodded mutely. The girls on the stage had swallowed the meat again and this time let it disappear ever so slowly to let the audience follow the process. Especially one of them, a skinny teenager with an incredibly long neck, was fantastic. You could literally follow the enormous black tool on its way down her throat until her nose was pressed into the boy's pubic bone. "Impressive, isn't it?" Renewed applause. "Just imagine how it must feel, so hot and wet and yet narrow. OK, girls, get to work". The sinews of the six necks strained and relaxed, massaging the intruders and the boys closed their eyes, moaning softly and involuntarily thrusting their hips forward to get even further down the delicious funnels. "I can assure you that these girls are able to prolong the pleasure almost beyond imagination, keeping you on the edge for as long as you want, but we've more to show, so finish them off now". Seconds later the first boy exploded with a shout, quickly followed by his fellows. "Notice that the girls don't swallow, it goes directly into their stomachs". Thundering applause while the girls let go again, sucking the meat clean on the way, and stumbled to their feet to leave with the spent boys. It was a truly awesome demonstration and the floorshow didn't end there. While the courses changed, always small bites of exquisite delicacies you could eat with your fingers, we were treated to girls who could milk a cock dry while staying absolutely immobile, just using their cunt muscles, girls and boys who could use their arses in the same way and others with tongues so talented that they could make their fellows of both sexes come by licking their arses.

The air of the dining room was heavy with sex and my cock so stiff that it was almost painful. I was sure that my fellow male guests were in the same way, if not worse, and the ladies dripping, but we modestly contented ourselves with looking on. There were no actual rules about it, but it was considered bad form if guests indulged in public fornication. Making the slaves perform or using them in other ways, torturing or humiliating them was acceptable, but preferably done in the privacy of a cabin. Guests were expected to behave like ladies and gentlemen. Well, perhaps not quite, it became clear as the food was washed down. My neighbour, one of the single men, stuck to beer and had emptied three or four tankards when I saw him saying something to his slavegirl, gesturing to his crotch. She rose on her knees and I caught a look of disgust on her face before she opened his fly. He sighed with relief and her throat worked while she gulped down what he was feeding her. Disgusting, but done with decorum, I had to admit when she raised her head, zipped him up and sank back on her heels, grimacing. One of the ladies across from me had apparently noticed it too and touched her slaveboy's shoulder to make him dug his head under her long skirt. Marianne saw me looking and rose on her knees. "Thirsty?" I smiled to her, offering my glass. "Thank you, Sir, but I thought you might need me". "You like drinking piss?" "Not much, Sir". "But have done it?" "Yes, Sir". "Very well, I may use you, but don't need to just now, and we're leaving soon anyway". I'd been served a fine collection of cheeses and a splendid Bourgogne and felt no need for dessert, unless it was a good long fuck or two.

My table looked relieved when I got op to leave early, but the maitre d' hurried over to ask if something was wrong. I assured him that I was more than satisfied with the meal and that the service had been excellent. I waved to the lad and his father, he too jumped up and grabbed the old man's hand. 'Can't wait for that joint sessions, can you now, young man?' I thought and took my slavegirl's leash. The other two slaves had apparently enjoyed the cool of the evening on the balcony, but hurried in to kneel when they heard me enter the cabin. "Well fed and rested, ready for fun and games?" I asked brightly. "Yes, Sir". Lua looked up and smiled to me. "Thank you very much, Sir. You are so kind". "Well, perhaps, we'll see about that. Into the bedroom". It was dominated by a large bed with solid head and tailboards, very convenient for tying someone up, if you didn't prefer using the ringbolts in the ceiling. I fetched some lengths of rope and followed the three slaves. "Hands behind you", I told the two lovers. "And you strip off that skirt and the bedclothes, Marianne". I cuffed the two and threaded one of the ropes through a bolt and around the link in Lua's cuffs, hauling it taut until she was on tiptoe, arms stretched up painfully in a strappado, then secured it and cuffed her feet. "Come here, boy". I grabbed Luan's limp cock, stroke it hard and aimed it at his girlfriend's arse. "In you go". I opened the crack and guided it to the puckered hole, pressing him forward until the tool was buried and his balls banged against her slit, then repeated the bondage. "You sure look great". The two athletic brown bodies merged into one, the boy's nose pressed between the girl's shoulder blades. "But are hardly comfortable". "No, Sir". Lua moaned. "Just wait a minute. I'll give you something to take your minds off the discomfort". I turned to the petite girl. "On your back, arms akimbo". I chained her wrists to the bedposts, took off the hobble, and forced first one leg, then the other up beside her ears, securing them in position by tying her big toes to the headboard with twine. "Delicious!" I admired her pert little bottom while tearing off my clothes. "I can hardly wait, but a little warming up won't come amiss". I smiled evilly and took a short whip. "I'm afraid that I fell asleep, but you kept count of the bellringing, didn't you?" I aimed a hard lash across the top of Luan's buttocks. "Yes, Sir. Twentyone times". "Really?" He surprised me by his obvious honesty, he could just as well have lied about the number. "Now pump that hole, nice and slow, but don't you dare come". He drew back a bit and just as he was stabbing in again, I laid on a new stripe. He grunted, but got the message and continued sliding back and forth, guided by my baton. I aimed carefully to place the stripes close together, reddening the globes evenly from the end of his spine to the top of his thighs. He took it well, just grunted a couple of times when I hit the plug still buried in his by now undoubtedly aching hole. Only when the last lash slammed into the sensitive skin where buttocks and thighs meet did a short yelp escape him. "OK, that's it. You can stop pumping now, but stay up her". "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir". "For what?" "My punishment, Sir". "Pleasure's all mine". I slid my hand down his arse, feeling the burning hide and crouched down to look at the bound girl's pained face. "And how many times did your little bells jingle?" "Many, many times, Sir. I cramp and is trembling". "Hmm, that sounds pretty bad, for you that is". "Yes, Sir", she whispered, clearly frightened. "A hundred lashes, at least, I guess". "Yes, Sir". "Please, Sir". It came from the boy on top of her. "Please, Sir, let me take some of them for her". "Not all? You want her to get hurt?" "No, Sir, but we serve and you like to hurt her". "I do, but don't worry, I'm no beast, so I'll limit myself to this". I flicked my wrist and the flat tip of the whip hit her left nipple. A short scream escaped her, more in surprise than pain, I thought, and she kept silent when I hit the other nipple. "Had your tits whipped before, have you, girl?" I aimed at the underside of her left breast. "Yes, Sir", she gasped. "Like it?" Her right breast got the same treatment. "Little, Sir". "OK, you'll get ten more, count them". I began with the top of her left mammary. "One, Sir. Thank you, Sir". The lashes were not very hard, she was in an awkward position for a breast whipping, but she could feel them all right and her boobs had turned a very nice red when the right nipple received the last lash. "Ten, Sir. Thank you, Sir". Her voice was strained. "You're welcome. Now hang tight and keep silent. You won't want to disturb my sleep". I straightened up and the boy raised his head, looking incredulously at me. 'Will he keep us like this all night?' I could almost hear his brain working, but he didn't say anything, just rested his head on the smooth back beneath him again.

After this warming up my dick was waving stiffly in front of me, almost painfully hard. I was aching for relief, but thought I could wait just a bit longer and turned to the girl bound on the bed. "And now the dessert". She looked calmly at me and hardly flinched when the whip hit across the sole of her left foot. "You have very shapely feet, Marianne". "Thank you, Sir". Her voice was steady even if I hit her other sole, hard. "That's something I appreciate, nice feet, especially if they've been warmed a bit". And that's what I did, warmed them, hit the soles, the balls, the toes, the heels, at least twenty times. It hurt, a lot, but she did little more than jerk them as far as her bondage allowed and flinch when I hit the thin hide of her high arches. When I at last gave in, dropped the whip and jumped between her widespread legs, burying myself, her tunnel was not just creaming, but sopping wet. "You are a little painslut, aren't you?" I twisted her nipple rings and banged into her with all my strength, raping her brutally until I came with a shout of joy, collapsing on her strained body, totally spent. "Yes, Siir", she screamed, and I felt her body go rigid while her own orgasm washed over her.

I stayed where I was, relishing the heat of her love tunnel and catching my breath. To my utter amazement I felt my dick stirring again after a short while. She was gently massaging me with her cunt muscles! I raised my head to look into her mischievously smiling eyes. "Bon, Mâitre?" "I...". My cock was slowly growing hard. "I, eh, I can't". "Can't what, Sir?" "I can't come twice in a row". "No, Sir?" Her eyebrows rose and I felt her redoubling her efforts. "Damn you! Are you a witch or something?" "No, Sir, just a slavegirl who wants to please her master". "In that case". I withdrew the greasy pole and touched her brown hole with the engorged head. "In that case, I won't deny you the pleasure". I pressed and sensed that she relaxed her sphincter to let me in. "No virgin here either?" "No, Sir". I entered the narrow tunnel slowly and gently. "Like it?" "You fit better into me than Luan, Sir, but it hurts a bit". 'What a polite way to tell me that the slaveboy's tool was larger than mine, not that I didn't know'. "But it hurts good?" I raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Aah, ooh, yes, Sir". She closed her eyes and a tremor of pain flickered across her face. My nuts banged against her arse and I stayed still for a couple of minutes, until she looked up at me with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Sir". This time I fucked her slowly, enjoying the incredibly narrow tunnel until I after about twenty minutes spurted into her bowels with a sigh, not a shout. "That was very, very good, Marianne". I kissed her lips softly and her tongue came out to lick mine. "Thank you, Sir".

It had been a long day and I was tired, tough not as much as my tortured slaves, but didn't want to end the game yet, so I withdrew my soiled tool, only to rise on my knees, waving it in front of the soft mouth. Not even a shadow of resentment showed in her eyes when she dutifully craned her neck to catch the disgusting thing and suck it clean. "Thank you". I slipped back out, reached for a sheet and a pillow, rolled down beside her, turned off the light, and called a cheerful 'Goodnight'. Three strained voices answered and, chuckling to myself, I turned on my side, covering myself. 'What a day!' Much, much better than I'd ever imagined, thanks to my choice of slaves. Or my everlasting luck? This was going to be my best holiday ever. I lay for a while, letting my imagination run free. 'Endless opportunities for fulfilling every weird and evil fantasy I could cook up'. The room was silent, except for the laboured breathing of the tormented youngsters. 'Evil, yes, but not beastly'. I was just about to drift away when I took a grip of myself and turned on the light again.

"A splendid day deserves a proper finish". I knelt up to untie the girl beside me and rose to free the other two. The three of them shook their aching limbs, moaning softly. "Better take a long, hot shower. Luan washes the girls and you him". "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir". With grateful smiles they filed into the bathroom, leaving the door open. The boy whispered something and started the shower before pissing long and hard, while the girls discretely turned their backs. I grinned to myself and picked up the phone. When they came out again, still damp and undoubtedly feeling much better, they found me on the balcony with a bottle of champagne and four glasses. They made to drop to their knees, but I stopped them with a raised hand. "Put on your skirts". When they came back, the two brown slaves looking every inch like natives, I told them to sit on the chairs and handed them glasses of the sparkling drink. "Cheers". They toasted me timidly and took a sip. I emptied mine and leaned back, admiring Lua's ample breasts, clearly marked by my whip. When she saw me staring, she drew back her shoulders, presenting herself better to my probing eyes. "Yes, a splendid day, don't you agree?" "Yes, Sir". The smile on the gamin face appeared genuine. Lua seemed to consider for a moment, then nodded gravely. "And you, boy, how was your day?" He held my eyes. "Hard, Sir". "Surprised how hard it is to be a slaveboy?" "No, Sir, but it is hard to be in Lua's arse and not come". He grinned hugely. "There's that, yes". I grinned back and topped up our glasses. 'So far, so good, old boy', I thought, 'Press them, but don't stress them'. I toasted them again. "To slavery". They emptied their glasses with me.

"Let's go to bed". There was a couch in the sitting room and I told the two lovers to drop their skirts and lie down together, so I could clip the girl's wrists to the boy's ankles and vice versa. "Sleep well. You're welcome to suck and lick each other off, quietly". I slapped Lua's rump and guided my third slave towards the bedroom, followed by their thanks and wishes for a good night. Back on my bed I shackled Marianne's ankles and wrist, hands behind her, and spooned up to her. "Hold my cock, but only that", I whispered into her ear and reached around to grab her left breasts. "Good night". "Bonne nuit, Mâitre". Her small hands encased my soft cock in a warm embrace.

It was still trapped the next morning, but in a very different embrace. I came slowly to my senses, resting on my back, and carefully opened my eyes a crack to see the shackled girl kneeling between my legs, her mouth closed around me. Pretending to be asleep I enjoyed the sight of her slim back and upturned arse. 'Truly an experienced slavegirl', I thought, 'Now let's see if she's properly trained'. With silent mirth I let go a stream of morning piss. She was. Her back went rigid for a moment, but her throat worked effortlessly. "Mmm", I mumbled when my bladder was empty. She swallowed the last drops and licked me clean. "Bonne matin, Mâitre". Her sparkling eyes met mine. "Good morning, slave. Did you like your drink?" "Not much, Sir. Too much garlic in your dinner". "I'm sorry about that, but it was good". "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir". "The dinner". "Yes, Sir. Thank you for sharing it with me". She positively grinned. "Can I have a second drink, Sir?" "In a minute". I rolled off the bed and padded to the sitting room. "Good morning, slept well?" The two slaves raised their heads between each other's legs. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir". "Did she give you some relief, Luan?" "Yes, Sir, twice". He grinned. "Thank you, Sir. But, Sir, I, eh, I...". "Have to dump another load. OK, you can free yourselves. Lua takes out your plug and cleans it, with her mouth, while you shit, then puts it back in. Understood?" His face darkened. "Yes, Sir". "Take a shower and fetch breakfast. We'll eat on the balcony, the four of us". "Yes, Sir". I nodded amiably and went back to the bedroom where the chained slavegirl was waiting, arse high. "What do you prefer? To suck me off or that I use your arse?" "What my master prefers, Sir". "Sure, but I'm asking". "My arse, Sir". "You like it there?" "It hurt, Sir, but good". She buried her face in the sheets, wriggling invitingly, and I didn't hesitate to line up and ease my erect tool into the narrow passage. "Ooh!" She sighed and I rested for a moment before beginning a gentle fucking while fingering her clit.

I took my time, slowly sliding back and forth and teasing the stiffening little nubbin, while the girl's moaning grew heavy and turned into muffled cries of ecstasy. "Ready?" I drew back until only the aching head of my cock remained inside. "Yes, Siir!" She screamed wildly when I rammed all the way back up, to begin hammering her relentlessly, removing my hand from her clit to slap her buttocks as hard as I could. We came together in a chorus of shouts and screams of joy and I collapsed on her sweaty back, crushing her lithe body.

"Mon Dieu! Oh, mon Dieu!" She was trembling and sobbing beneath me. "Ooh, mon Dieu!" With an effort I rose on weak knees to extricate myself with a soft plop and release a stream of sperm and arsejuices down her limp thighs. "Lua!" I sat down on the edge of the bed and the brown girl entered to kneel in front of me. She knew what was coming and had opened her mouth before I gestured to my soiled cock. When she'd finished and sat back on her heels, lowering her head to hide a grimace, I told her to clean her slave sister too. She hesitated, looking at the slimy mess with disgust and briefly up at me, but when I just stared impatiently back stuck out her tongue and buried her nose between Marianne's arsecheeks. Muffled sounds of retching escaped her, but she dutifully went on with the loathsome task and was slobbering away on the other slavegirl's thighs when Luan entered to announce that breakfast was served. He kept his face expressionless, but his eyes expressed pity and anger to see his beloved humiliated like that. I waited until she'd licked away the last traces of my morning fuck before releasing Marianne of her bondage and ordering all three of them at table.

Not surprisingly, Lua downed a large glass of milk as soon as I'd told them to eat their fill. Rarely had I enjoyed a breakfast so much, sitting there in the nude with two beautiful girls and a handsome boy. They were shy and subdued at first, but I tried to make them relax by chatting quite unperturbed about things we had in common, like music, films, sport, and in the end I think they enjoyed the time we spent together in leisure as much as I did, but we had other things to do. The ship was due to arrive at our destination some time after lunch and I wanted to play a few games before that, so I rose and told Marianne to join me in the shower and the other two to clear away. When we came out and I'd been helped into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I chained the girls' wrists to ringbolts in the ceiling, raising them on tiptoe and clipping their ankle restraints together. Then I lashed the boy's wrists and elbows with thin rope, tightening it until his elbows almost met. He didn't utter a sound, but his lips were turning white when the rope cut painfully into his skin. "Lie down on the floor, feet towards the girls". Grunting with pain, he lowered himself to his knees and then turned on his bum. "On your back". That hurt, but he stretched out as ordered and I grabbed his ankles to haul him up to the strained bodies. "Now you've better keep those legs raised". With an evil grin I tied twine around the big toe of his left foot and bound the other end to Lua's nipple ring, then repeated the process with Marianne and his other foot. "Innovative, isn't he, your master?" He was forced to rest solely on his painfully tied arms, raising his arse to keep some slack in the toe ties, or risk hurting the girls. "Have a nice morning". I chuckled evilly and left them to enjoy their predicament.

He would last for about an hour, I reckoned and went on deck to see what was going on. The games were new and a bit wilder than yesterday's. One of them looked quite fun and I went over to try my hand, collecting a handful of lead pellets. A number of boys and girls were tied to vertical poles, two and two opposite each other, to serve as targets or rather carry the small plastic buckets in which you were supposed to throw the pellets from a distance of about ten feet. At first glance it looked easy enough if you had a good eye and a steady hand, but I soon discovered that it wasn't. The damned slaves kept moving the targets, especially after a successful hit. No wonder, really, the buckets were hanging on strings tied between the naked bodies. Some from nipple ring to nipple ring of two girls, two boys or a girl and a boy. Some between two girls' pussy rings or tied around the exposed cockheads of two boys or from pussy ring to cockhead. But it was great fun, for the guests that is, and a fair number were competing fiercely, egging each other on, laughing and joking, while the slaves whimpered and cried with pain and shame. I tried several different targets before concentrating on filling one of the lower buckets between a boy and a girl. They'd been screaming in pain for some time before my last pellet hit spot on, only to roll off the pile I'd made.

Time was running and I just took a quick look at two of the other games on offer. The first was a shooting range. Three girls were dangling from their wrists, feet well off the deck, and three boys by their ankles with widespread legs. Guests were firing small rubber balls from spring operated toy guns at the naked bodies. The slaves' faces were protected by fencing masks but they were helpless to prevent the hard bullets slamming into their flesh, though they did try twisting and turning to avoid hits on the most painful spots, which of course were where most shots were aimed. A long line of guests queuing to wait their turn proved how popular the game was and the noise was almost deafening, what with the guests hooting in triumph and the slaves moaning and wailing every time a bullet hit a nipple, a ballsack or a lucky shot scored a cockhead or the top of a cunt slit.

The third game was a special version of blind man's buff. Six girls were tied bent over sawhorses with widespread legs and gaping pussies. Six boys had their hands cuffed behind their backs, blindfolds covered their eyes and their cocks were kept erect and throbbing by a tight rubber band at the root. With generous use of a whip six guests competed to guide a boy into a waiting hole. They seemed to be enjoying themselves hugely, but I found it rather boring to watch and went down to my cabin. The girls' panicked eyes darted from me to the boy on the floor. His legs were trembling with strain and his body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. It was a close call and I felt a bit ashamed. It hadn't been my intention to scare the girls out of their wits. I'd pocketed a pair of scissors and quickly cut the twine free of their nipple rings. Lua sobbed with relief and Marianne mouthed a 'Thank you, Sir', while the boy slowly lowered his cramped legs.

I almost took pity on him, but didn't want to cut short the game I'd planned. "On your knees, boy". The tip of my shoe touched his shoulder. He opened his eyes, staring angrily at me, but rolled over to present his arse, moaning with pain. "Move closer to your girlfriend, kiss her feet". When his mouth was pressed to her toes, I hauled out the butt plug. "Open up". I waved the disgusting thing in front of the brown girl's mouth. She didn't hesitate, even if it was the third time that morning she tasted shit, and let me gag her with it. "Now let's see if it has done any good". I dropped my shorts and kicked the boy's feet apart, kneeling behind him. He grunted angrily when I eased myself into his slightly gaping hole and a shudder ran through his abused body when I slowly began fucking him. "Aah, hot and narrow! Good boy". I took my time, listening to his heavy breathing and looking up at the gagged girl, reading the pity in her eyes, while she watched her boyfriend being sodomised in front of her, feeling his hot breath on her bare feet. "Yeah!" I sighed with relief and spurted into his bowels. "Great!" Extricating myself with a soft plop I rose to retrieve the plug and free the girls' wrists. "You can fetch our lunch, but put on your skirts first". "Yes, Sir". They unclipped their ankle restraints, dressed hurriedly and left while I released the boy from his strict bondage.

He fought to get to his feet, but his weak legs refused to support him and I had to help him to the shower. "Lean against the wall, I'll wash you". He was moaning softly when my hands slid down his legs, gently massaging the cramped muscles. "Angry, slaveboy?" I opened his crack to wash away my sperm. He didn't answer. "Do you want to stay with me?" "Yes, Sir". "Why? You hate me": "I want to be with Lua, and I don't hate you, Sir" "Why not? I'm abusing you". "We gamble, we lose, we are abused. If you don't do it, another will, and you are kind...Sir". "Kind?" "You allow us sleep together, you eat with us, you talk". 'Good', I thought, 'It works'.