Three Slaves for Three Sadists

                THREE SLAVES FOR THREE SADISTS

 

                                                PART 4

 

My fellow mistresses and I waited while Brownie and Blackie took much pleasure in dragging the naked Blondie from the whipping room to the next door chamber and what we usually refer to as “Torture Chamber No 2”, which, if anything, sees more slut slave action than the whipping room and the urine room.

 

As the two engorged-cocked “guards” struggled to manhandle their prisoner next door, I looked at Mistress Nadine and asked: “He’s your slut, Nadine, where do you want him?”

 

The pretty black beauty smiled an evil smile. “Strap him to the electro frame, boys,” she instructed the 26-year-old and the 32-year-old, as they grappled with a vainly-struggling 18-year-old.

 

“I think I’d better give him some zaps before we put him onto the torture bench.”

 

The lad started to whimper “Nooooo, pleeeeease, noooo” but the “guards” dragged him out of the whipping room and slammed the door behind them on the way.

 

Jeanette was laughing to herself.

 

“What’s so funny?” I asked, as we prepared to go next door for the teenager’s two-hour torture session.

 

“It’s that lovely little blonde bitch,” smiled Jeanette. “He knows only too fuckin’ well that he’s gonna get two-hours of torture in there, he knows that pleading’s not gonna get him off the hook, yet he persists in begging for mercy. I love it!”

 

Nadine agreed with the blonde dominatrix. “But you’ve got to admit it makes it so much spicier that way,” she said. “He doesn’t just lie back and take it – he struggles, he writhes, fuck it’s so lovely! And the way his lovely little cock jerked around as they wrestled him outta here! That’s something else I love!”

 

I smiled at my lovely fellow dommes. “Well, I do pay them quite well, and as you know I’m putting money aside into a trust fund for my lovely little subby slut nephew, so perhaps he’s earning his money by putting on a good begging act!” I told them.

 

“Well,” said Jeanette, “they say that S&M is the theater of sex and if Blondie’s act is anything to go by he’s in line for an Oscar!”

 

Nadine corrected her friend and fellow pain-provider: “The only thing that young slut’s in line for right now is my zapper. Let’s go give him a charge!”

 

And we walked into Torture Chamber No 2, to find that the older slave sluts had strapped Blondie down to the electro-torture frame.

 

This consisted of a frame of several metal poles and a leather sort of saddle, or seat, upon which the prisoner could rest his buttocks. His arms were held out at right angles to his armpits, and his wrists were cuffed to the metal pole running across his shoulders. His head rested on a black rubber pillow, and a broad leather band went across the top, holding his head immobile.

 

The pole – a sort of crossbar – was supported by two vertical posts, also made of metal, and from them two more poles went from the sides of his body to meet poles set on the floor jutting from the side posts. One pole, the same length as his crossbar, connected the poles from the back of the frame.

 

His ankles were cuffed to the bottoms of the side posts, and the thing was angled so he was lying back at a 45-degree angle. As we walked into the room, Blackie was licking the slut’s heavy ball bag, while Brownie was sucking on the helmet of his cock, which was nicely erect.

 

Around his cock and balls, one of the “guards” had placed a tight-fitting leather engorgement strap, which served to highlight the veins along his lovely shaft. They stood out like blue rivers on his white-fleshed penis.

 

Nadine walked to where one of her favorite zappers – like a handle for a golf putter, lay on the equipment bench. As she approached the strapped-down-slave, Jeanette and I moved easy chairs to good vantage points, a couple of feet in front of the slave’s feet, and with the backs facing Blondie’s body.

 

Jeanette obviously had the same idea as me, for what to do while the lad was being electro-shocked!

 

I knelt on the fine leather seat, and placed my knees wide, then signalled to Blackie. “Come and do me doggy-style, slut,” I commanded, and he walked behind me, a big grin on his face.

 

Jeanette adopted the same position on her chair and called out to Brownie: “Enough sucking on that slave cock, Brownie you cunt, and get your cock behind me. I think you know where I want you to put it!”

 

As a stiff-pricked slut walked behind Jeanette, I felt Blackie’s 10-inches of monster meat pressing against my dripping cunt, then he was driving into me, filling me with his gloriously-engorged cock.

 

As he did so, Black placed one hand on my heavy, but still firm, thank heavens, titties and started to stroke me, making the nipples hard and blood-filled.

 

His other hand delved between my thighs, flicked against my labia, then teased my clitoris into action.

 

Then Nadine started on Blondie.

 

Many dominas would have gone directly for their victim’s cock or balls – not Nadine. Her first zap jolted Blondie’s left pectoral, flush on the nipple. Although he made no sound, the nude slaved jerked in his bonds, his cock waving wildly.

 

Then Nadine walked around behind him and zapped his other nipple. Another lovely, cock-swaying jerk.

 

Next, the lovely black beauty knelt and placed placed the tip of her electro-shocker between his dragged apart thighs and against his outer anal lips. I knew she would not insert the device into his rectum – it didn’t shock so well like that, something acted like a dampener on the charge. It was much more effective on the outer lips!

 

Blondie again thrust and jerked in his bonds, and this time a cry sounding something like “Yaaaargh” burst from his lips.

 

Then Nadine, looked back at us two fellow dommes enjoying our fucking, and grinned.

 

“Look at that pretty cock,” she said, teasing the slut. “It’s so nice, but when it’s leaping around it’s even nicer!”

 

And then the zapper touched his tight little foreskin lips and Nadine gave him a burst.

 

“Yaaargh!” came the teenager’s sobbed cry and his body bucked around as the hot jolt hit him.

 

The “guards” could, if they had so wished, strapped his thighs and belly down so Blondie could not shift his butt off the saddle, but they know that Jeanette, Nadine and I far prefer to see the victim’s body buck away from the leather behind them.

 

As he did, Blondie’s cock leaped around in a flicker of pain, and a glob of pre-cum fell onto his upper belly.

 

When she saw this, Nadine bent over and sucked on his cock, then, licking her lips she taunted him: “Such a tasty cock, pity I’ve got to torture it more, eh slut?”

 

But before the blue-eyed, sensual-lipped pain freak could respond, she placed the zapper onto his left testicle and dragged the implement across to his right.

 

Blondie’s body jerked away from the leather saddle and he yelped as the pain flickered through his genitals.

 

“Oh, diddums, did naughty ickle Nadine hurt slavey-wavey?” the black beauty teased the youngster, as the waves of pain coursed through his scrotal sac.

 

Then, laughing at his discomfort, she flicked the end of the torture wand across his helmet, making the cock leap and flay around like a wild thing.

 

For several more minutes, she continued with the flickering flames on his cock, balls, upper inner thighs and on his taut little nipples, then turned and looked at Jeanette and me.

 

“Who wants to take over?” she inquired, and I pushed on the back of the chair and indicated to Blackie that he could withdraw.

 

As I moved to Nadine and took the shocker from her, the lush-breasted beauty climbed onto the chair I had vacated and snapped: “Slow fuck me, Blackie, you whore slut!”

 

And as Blackie mounted the lovely dark mistress, I placed the tip of the electro-torturer on Blondie’s drooped cock shaft.

 

“Beg me for it, slut!” I hissed, and watched as he screwed his face up in an anticipatory grimace.

 

“Torture me, please, Mistress Pat, please!” the good little boy begged, and I obliged him. Why refuse such a pleasant little pleader!

 

“Aaargh” yelped the pain slut, as the electricity banged into him, and sent his boy buttocks bouncing off the leather saddle.

 

“And again,” I ordered, my voice calm but cold. “Beg me, boy!”

 

Again Blondie’s pleading for more electro-torture could be heard over the panting as two other male slaves pushed their hard cocks deep into the other two domina’s cunts.

 

“Please, aunty, please torture me again, please!” he sobbed.

 

“All right, since you ask so nicely,” I smiled at him and this time sent jolts through his bunched ball bag, tightened by the attentions of the metal engorgement ring. The target may have changed, but the reaction from the teenaged slave was exactly the same – an “Aaargh!” of agony escaping his lips.

 

I played and toyed and teased him this way for about 10 minutes, and then looked back at my partners in punishment. My mere glance was sufficient for Jeanette to push Brownie away from her pert buttocks and step from the chair to take the torture wand from me.

 

As the sweet little blonde 32-year-old resumed Jason’s torments on the electro-frame, I knelt up on the chair and soon was pushing my buttocks back against the eagerly thrusting cock as Brownie sought to pleasure me as we all watched Jason’s torture.

 

After Jeanette had worked on the bound and sweating slave for about 10 minutes of jolting torment, I glanced at the digital clock on a table to one side of the electro-frame. It read 1h 03m and just then clicked down to 1h 02m.

 

“OK, boys,” I called to Brownie and Blackie, “he’s had enough of that. Get him onto the torture bench for the next hour!”

 

The “guards” pulled their penises from two dripping, hot cunts and walked to where the blonde boy lay, sobbing quietly.

 

Almost tenderly, they removed his naked body from the electro-frame and then half-walked, half-dragged him to the torture bench, parked against one wall of Torture Chamber No 2.

 

This is a little like a hospital gurney, only it’s shaped like a letter “Y”. The slave’s legs are strapped down the leather-padded tops of the “Y”, and his torso and head go on the bottom of the letter. There’s a nice, padded rubber cushion for his head.

 

Straps at his ankles, thighs, waist and shoulders hold him helpless and you can, if you want, strap his arms and hands down to the bench too. Only, sometimes it’s nice to leave his arms free so he can cup the buttocks of whoever is standing in the stirrups at head level while they facesit the slave.

 

There are also stirrups at the slave’s midriff, so a domina can put her feet in there and sort of “Ride him, cowgirl!” as it were.

 

But there is another device, bolted into the chrome metal of the underside of the torture bench, which make it a rather devious piece of furniture.

 

Set in the middle of a bar which runs the width of the bench, is an eight-inch black rubber dildo. There’s a sort of flywheel thing, and the domme in charge of anal intrusion only has to turn it and it rises until it presses against the slave’s anus, and then if the wheel is kept on turning it “intrudes” into his rectum – well, OK, it rapes him!

 

The problem for slut boy, who actually quite likes a dildo up him, is that whoever is in charge of “dildo duty” often smears it with really – and I mean REALLY – hot chilli sauce.

 

I’m told it creates quite a burning sensation up the chutney chute, but I can’t say I’ve ever tried it!

 

When the lads had got Blondie strapped down and then wheeled the bench out in the middle of the torture chamber, I told them: “OK guys, thanks for all your help. We can take over quite well now, thank-you, so fuck off and surf the net for porn, or pull each other’s pricks. Get back here in an hour, now scat!”

 

The two older slaves both looked quite disappointed that they would not be permitted to witness Blondie’s hour on the torture bench, but they knew better than to question my command, so they fucked off.

 

After they’d left, I looked at Jeanette and Nadine and asked: “OK, who wants to facesit him, and who wants to fuck him? As you’ve probably guessed, I’m going to be on dildo duty!”

 

The ladies looked at each other, and then Nadine shrugged. “Oh well, if you insist, Pat, I’ll facesit the useless little cunt!”

 

Now, of course, the lovely little ebony tease was merely speaking for effect. My nephew may not be the best cock-in-cunt fucker ever to draw breath, but when it comes to muffing at the minge he’s one of the best. I’d have traded him in for a new model if he hadn’t!

 

So while Nadine was stepping into the stirrups and pressing her pussy onto his face, in a reverse facesit, Jeanette climbed into the stirrups at the slave’s middle and placed her fingers on his cock head to guide it into her moist cunt.

 

As the other two dommes began their humping on his face and cock, I began to turn the flywheel – Blackie or Brownie would already, I knew, have liberally smeared the beneath-bench dildo with its burning lotion!

 

I peered beneath the bench and watched with fascination as the rubber prosthetic got closer and closer to the boy’s lovely brown bum hole, then his entire body seemed to tense and stiffen as the inexorable upward drive of the pretend cock parted his anal lips, then started to push up his rectum. It’s a sight I never tire of watching!

 

Finally, the wheel could turn no further, and I started the dildo on its downward passage, and then – when it had cleared his now gaping anus – I re-coated the dildo with its hot chilli sauce and began to resume the turns which would plunge it again deep into his by-now burning rectum!

 

By the time the dildo was firmly fixed in his back passage for a second time, I looked up and saw that Jeanette and Nadine were pressing their breasts against each other, and smooching hotly as they graunched on the boy slave’s strapped-down body.

 

It didn’t take long after that for both dommes to come on slut child’s face, and then it was time for me to make hay while the sun shone on his lovely eight-inches of throbbing erection – made all the harder by the engorgement ring, of course, and the fact that the dildo was buried deep in his asshole and thus providing lovely pressure on his poor prostate!

 

Climbing from him, Jeanette helped me up into the stirrups and I sank my minge onto his cock, now circumsized with its upper flesh pulled back to his ring by the tightness of the 32-year-old’s cunt. As I did, Nadine moved to the stool by the side of the bench and continued with “dildo duty” and Jeanette moved to his head and sat on his face.

 

Again the cycle of cunt fucking, for me, facesitting, for Jeanette, and dildo driving, for Nadine, continued, until I came with a roar, bouncing on his lovely penis and pressing my titties hard against Jeanette’s and kissing her with mouth-open, tongue-swirling flicks.

 

The hour was nearly up when Jeanette moved onto his still rampant erection – the lad has such staying powers! – and I went to facesit him, while Jeanette took over on the dildo’s flywheel.

 

But, just for a change of pace, I decided to alter his progress of pain and pleasure towards the end of this third hour of torture.

 

As I was about to place my minge on his mouth, I suddenly felt a strong urge to urinate. It was an urge I communicated to the boy!

 

“Oh, darling Blondie,” I started, “I hope you don’t mind, but aunty’s got this huge desire to go pee pees. Would you mind ever so much drinking it down from aunty’s piss lips?”

 

Now, naturally this was no request, although it was couched in such terms. It was, of course, a demand. The lad could no more refuse than he could resist his cock standing at attention from his groin!

 

“No aunty,” he said, although I must admit he did not sound too fuckin’ enthusiastic, “I don’t mind at all. It would be lovely.”

 

Lying little cunt!

 

So I placed my fingers on my labia lips, parted them, and as he obediently opened his mouth, I let loose a strong spray of dark yellow urine down his throat!

 

The lad, expert as he is by now at piss drinking, swallowed down all my gusher without spilling a drop! What a good boy!

 

Then, as I lowered my pussy to his mouth and tongue for (a) cleaning and (b) adoration, I heard Jeanette from her post on dildo duty: “Fuck Pat, isn’t he going to get three hours of that kind of thing soon?”

 

I laughed. “Of course he is, silly,” I told her, as I graunched my quim on his working mouth, “but there’s nothing wrong with a little appetiser before the main course!”

 

 

To be continued.