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THREE SLAVES FOR THREE
SADISTS
PART 5
The clock had just ticked
down to its 00.00.00 read-out when there was a knock on the door and I called
for our two other slaves to enter.
When they were with us, I
told Brownie and Blackie: “Get a bondage belt on him,
and a choker collar for the plunger!”
Both knew instantly how I
wanted Blondie prepared for his three-hour piss session.
The bondage belt is a broad
leather thing which is attached tightly around a slave’s waist. From its sides
hang two leather straps which go down to tight rubber cuffs and when the
slave’s wrists are trapped in them, he can’t do a thing to defend himself.
The leather choker collar
has a D-ring set in the neck of the thing and from it is clipped a three-foot
long metal rod, with a leather grip at the end. This is so the slave can be
dunked in the urine.
When the “guards” had the lad ready, I told
them to take him to the Urine Room, while Jeanette, Nadine and I stripped off
our erotically flimsy outfits until we were naked. Sometimes, we like to wear
wet look bikinis to play in the Urine Room, but to be honest, total nudity is
so much more satisfactory for being worshipped by a slave tongue.
We then left Torture Room 2,
and entered the Urine Room. It’s quite large, airy, and well-ventilated, which
is rather necessary. Standing in the middle of the tiled room is a tub, which
contains urine freshly placed there each day. We like to keep it fresh!
The piss comes about
half-way up a domina’s calves when she’s standing in the tub. Attached to the
far side of the tub, as you look at it, is a basin, just a little higher than
the edge of the tub. This is filled with urine too, and is placed there to make
it easier for the domme – or dommes! – to dip their
breasts in the liquid.
When we arrived, Brownie was
holding the metal rod and was standing behind Blondie. In front of the
18-year-old a kneeling Blackie was fellating the lad to bring his seven-inch
cock to full erection – remember my rule, the torture ALWAYS starts with the
slave hard!
“Nadine,” I told the pretty
black bird, “you’re first into the tub. Take it away!”
And as Nadine stepped into
the room temperature tub of piss, I started the digital clock from 3.00.00.
Soon it was reading 2.59.59 as it started to count down the three hours of
Blondie’s torments.
Nadine fixed the pretty
blonde lad with a stern stare. “Now, cunt face,” she announced, “you’re gonna
get three hours in here, which will teach you not to try to wheedle out of a
simple hour’s fun and games in the Urine Room.
“Brownie, the slut tried to
get me to agree to have you in here instead of him, so I’m gonna let you duck
the cunt for starters. Plunge him!”
Brownie smiled and replied
“Thank-you, Mistress Nadine” and then, with a firm shove, he pushed the lad up
to the tub so his knees were touching the top edge of the porcelain.
Then, with a strong thrust
on the metal rod attached to the throat choker around the teenager’s neck,
Brownie pushed the lad over until his head was ducked beneath the surface of
the dark, yellow water.
The 32-year-old millionaire,
his cock swollen and aroused by his participation in Blondie’s torture, kept
the lad beneath the surface for about 15 seconds, and then let the spluttering
child up.
“Again!” snapped Nadine,
after Blondie had taken several big gulps, and once more Brownie thrust the
teenager below the surface.
After Brownie allowed the
lad to resurface, spluttering and blowing like a beached whale, Nadine squatted
in front of her slave and dipped her buttocks and pussy in the water.
Then, rising, she presented
her gleaming, glistening quim to him as Brownie pushed the lad down to his
knees. “Lick my pussy clean, cunt!” Nadine shouted, and the 18-year-old began
to worship her piss-stained pussy.
After a minute or two,
Nadine turned her back on the boy, squatted once more and then rose, her pert
butt shining with the dripping urine. “Now my ass, and don’t forget my anus,
cunt!” she commanded, and the boy went to work again.
As he was licking the
moisture from her anus and buttock cheeks, Nadine leant over the basin and
dipped her big, firm breasts into that urine, then turned and snapped: “Now my
titties, slut boy!”
Brownie hauled on the
dunking rod to bring the boy’s mouth level with the black woman’s breasts and
then he was licking and laving at her lovely globes.
As he continued to worship
and lick urine from the naked black beauty’s breasts, Nadine called out:
“Blackie, take over the dunking rod, Brownie, into the tub.”
After Brownie had climbed
into the water, Nadine nodded to Blackie, who correctly interpreted the signal
and once more submerged the blonde youngster beneath the surface.
As he was blubbing beneath
the piss, blowing bubbles to the surface, Nadine hissed to Brownie: “Dip that
cock of yours in the piss basin!”
Brownie moved quickly, aware
that he too was going to be let in on the youth’s torments.
When Blackie allowed the
panting, spluttering slave boy back up from the urine, the lad looked at Brownie
standing in front of him, his eight-inch rod glistening with piss.
“This is the slave you
wanted to take your place in the Urine Room for an hour, cunt,” Nadine told the
slick-haired slave. “And for that, you can now suck his cock clean of piss!”
And as Blackie pushed the
rod in his hand, the boy’s mouth came into contact with Brownie’s urgent
erection and started to suck and lick. After a minute or so,
Nadine, pulled the lad back.
“That’s enough, now beg him
for more, slut!” she ordered the slave child.
“Please, Brownie, may I lick
more piss from your cock?” came the lad’s pleadings.
“Fuck, that’s not very
enthusiastic, is it Brownie?” asked the black domina.
“No very, Mistress Nadine,”
said the swaying cocked millionaire pervert.
“Blackie, dunk him, let’s
see if that improves his fuckin’ manners,” said Nadine, and with a strong
thrust, Blackie once more submerged the struggling blonde boy beneath the
waters.
When he was let up for air,
the lad came out with a far more keen imploring of his much older, and more
experienced, fellow slave, and Brownie then turned, immersed his manhood into
the piss basin and once more presented his thick cock to the lad’s mouth.
But from then on, Mistress
Nadine took over. She immersed her pussy, the lad licked it, then her buttocks,
he licked them, and then her big breasts, which he again licked.
And then she repeated the
dose, pussy, buttocks, breasts, pussy, buttocks, breasts until, after 40
minutes had ticked down on the clock, she stepped from the tub and allowed
Mistress Jeanette to take over the boy’s punishment.
Jeanette wasted
no time in getting her minge moist with urine, and then her buttocks and
breasts. But after the
initial foray, she stepped back and smiled at Brownie: “Want to play with him
some more, big boy?”
Brownie nodded eagerly, and Jeanette grinned back at the naked millionaire.
“Push him up to the basin, and follow my instructions,” she told the
32-year-old slave.
Brownie pushed the lad so
his belly was against the edge of the tub and his head was peering down at the
basin full of urine.
“Give me the plunger,”
smiled the pretty blonde beauty, and Brownie complied.
“Now fuck his ass,” said the
pert-breasted bitch, and as Brownie parted the lad’s ass cheeks and pressed his
hard-on to the anal lips, Jeanette plunged the boy beneath the piss in the
basin.
“Fuck!” bellowed the
32-year-old, as his cock penetrated the boy’s rectal passage, “his asshole is
red hot!”
Jeanette laughed. “You’ll
get used to it, it’s from the chilli sauce smeared on the dildo under the
torture bench,” she explained, letting the lad up for air as he was being ass
raped.
Brownie continued butt
fucking the lad, as Jeanette dipped him into the urine-filled basin, and after
a few minutes of that, she dragged the boy from the basin and made him kneel in
front of Brownie’s smeared cock.
“Dip it in the basin,
that’ll cool it down and then he can suck you clean,” said the blonde, and
Brownie quickly complied.
Then Jeanette continued in
much the same way as Nadine had punished the boy slut, only at the conclusion
of her 40-odd minutes of domination she had a slight variation.
“Oh, slut boy, I hope you
don’t mind, but before I get out and let your aunt take over your punishment,
I’m simply busting to go pee-pee,” the grinning beauty told the teenager.
“Would you mind awfully being my toilet?”
Naturally, there was only
one response to that suggestion – well, order, in reality – and the lad had no
choice but to comply.
Jeanette’s fingers parted
the labia lips on her shaven minge, and as the boy knelt before her, mouth wide
open, she let fly with a strong surge of darkish yellow piss, which the slave
gulped down.
As one final indignity, the
erect-nippled dominatrix gave her pussy one final dip in the tub’s water, and
ordered the boy: “Clean up, cunt!”
Then it was my turn!
“Blackie, take over plunge
rod duty,” I told the naked black man, who stepped into the tub and took over
the rod from his fellow “guard”.
Just watching my two fellow
dominators punish the slut had made me really aroused, and I started by
ordering the lovely young lad to lick my juicy quim.
“Nice, slut?” I inquired, as
he completed his first task.
“Lovely, Mistress Pat,” he
said, and I had no reason to doubt him.
Then I squatted down and
felt the coolness of the water strike my snatch. Rising, I commanded: ‘Try
another nice taste treat then, cunt boy!”
And I felt the wonderful
tracing of slave tongue over my pussy lips as the lad licked and laved at the
urine on my sex.
Next I squatted and, as he
worshipped my buttocks, I turned to the basin and dipped my lovely large
breasts in the urine there, and turned to him. “Clean ‘em, cunt!” and he worked
slavishly away at my breast mounds.
A few more rounds of minge,
bottom then breast worship followed, and then I let Blackie have his fun with
the slut.
Taking the rod from the
26-year-old, 10-inched-erect slave, I pushed the boy towards the basin, and as
Blackie penetrated his back passage, I started to immerse the teenaged slut in
the piss.
I played with him for at
least 40 minutes, then stepped out to allow Nadine
back into the attack.
As I did, I checked the
clock. It read 01.00.00.
I told Blondie.
“Don’t worry, sweet little
slut, you’ve got another hour to go,” I teased him.
“And just think, that’s all you would have had if you’d agreed to Nadine’s
suggestion in the first place!”
But I don’t know whether he
really heard me.
Nadine had him on his knees
and was making him crawl around the tub, his mouth at water level. Every 10
seconds or so, she was ordering him to take a gulp of urine.
Funny, he didn’t seem to be
enjoying it!
After a 30-minute session,
Nadine stepped from the tub and then it was time for Jeanette and me to
double-team the slut.
First, Jeanette made him
lick her pussy, buttocks and breasts, as I “worked” him over with the plunger,
and then we swapped places so he had to worship me, while Jeanette ducked him
beneath the water occasionally.
At last the clock’s buzzer
announced the three hours of water sports was over, and Jeanette and I climbed
from the tub.
Blondie stood, dejectedly in
the tub, his wrists in the rubber cuffs, the plunging pole dangling down behind
him. His totally limp little prick was dangling down in front of him! He looked
a picture of suffering!
Then Nadine took me to one
side. “That was lovely,” she said, “but I think he should be made to suffer a
little more!”
I raised an eyebrow. “And
your suggestion?”
“Not mine,” she grinned,
wickedly, “it’s Brownie’s. Wanna hear him out?”
I nodded and the
thick-pricked 32-year-old smiled as he made his “pitch”.
“Mistress,” he said, “I hope
you don’t think this too presumptuous of me, and I’m very grateful for the way
you allowed me to take part in Blondie’s punishment session.”
“But?” I asked. “This is
leading to a ‘but’ isn’t it?”
The slave smiled.
“Well, I was wondering that
since the little bitch tried to get me to take his place in the Urine Room for
an hour, well, I was wondering – could I ask
for permission to have an hour solo with him in here?”
I could see tears start to
glisten down the lad’s cheeks – it could have been urine, of course – and then
he had fallen to his knees and he was blubbering away in a pitiful pleading.
“Please, mistress aunty,
please, I was sentenced to three hours in here, not four! Oh please, please,
don’t let him have me!”
But I wasn’t really
listening. My friends and I, accompanied by Blackie, were leaving the Urine
Room.
I needed a good shower and I
was starting to feel chilly.
And Brownie, his erection
waving in front of him, pre-cum dripping from its helmet, was already stepping
into the tub and taking the grip of the plunging rod in his hand.
As I closed the door behind
me, I could see the blonde boy’s head being submerged again ......
To be continued.
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