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Chapter 3 - Fittings
-Her-
It came to 17:00, and we were back lazing on the bed watching some more S&M porn on the TV. A polite cough on the other side of the curtain alerted us to the presence of someone on the other side.
"Come in," Ian said, and a male slave entered carrying a covered tray.
"Your dinner," said the slave somewhat timourously. He couldn't have been much over 17, and his nipples were unpiereced, but were adorned with nipple clamps. His cock was held within the same device that I'd seen fitted to my husband only the day before. I think that the warmth and all the sex had made us both completely comfortable with nudity already, and I was lounging back on the pillows, arms back behind my head, legs spread casually. Something about the slave's manner made me feel somehow superior to him, and I could see that the youth could barely keep his eyes off me as Ian went to take the tray off him. I had an evil thought, and started lightly stroking my swollen pussy lips with one hand whilst continuing to watch the TV. The slave let out a yelp as the device bit into his flesh as his cock responded, and Ian looked at him with surprise. Then he saw where the slave was looking, and what I was doing, and he smirked mercilessly.
I sighed gently and inserted a finger into my slit, getting turned on by decadent exhibitionism of the little show that I was putting on for the slave. With my other hand, I started to play with my breasts, tweaking my nipples and moaning softly. Ian's cock had got hard, and I could tell by the constant whimpering coming from the slave that he was also nursing a hard on inside his spike-lined cock prison. I pretended to have suddenly noticed him, stopped abrubtly and set up slightly on the bed.
"Ah good, dinner's here," I said as Ian bought the tray to the bed.
There were tears in the slaves eyes as Ian dismissed him and he turned to leave. Ian and I ate relatively slowly, the food was excellent but we were starting to become nervous again about what the evening would hold for us. Soon, it was 6pm, and Agathon arrived again to take us to our appointment. He led us back out through the hallway and into the main room of the harem, which was still empty. The same guard was still on duty as we left and were walked out back into the grand hallway. Quickly, we walked down the stairs, and around to another door, which opened onto a stone staircase that descended beneath the ground.
I recognised where I was now, this was where I had experienced numerous torture sessions with Master. my nervousness started to increase just as the air temperature began to fall. All too soon, we were at the bottom of the stairs, and in Masters "playroom". It was setup differently to the last time I was here. In the middle of the room was a large medical table, complete with leather restraints and stirrups. Next to it, there were manacles hanging from the ceiling, with matching bonds on the floor ready to bind unwilling ankles. As I'd noticed last time, there were numerous little warrens and nooks coming off the room, including several cells where unruly slaves could be locked.
"Miriam, you will be first," said Agathon, gesturing to the table, "I must get you both ready before the Master arrives". With that, I moved to the table and sat on the edge. Meanwhile, he guided Ian to the manacles and chained his hands above his head. Next, he attached the ankle cuffs and a spreader bar, before stepping behind my restrained husband and pulling the chain through a pulley so that he was held taught, a majority of his weight now transferred through his arms and shoulders. Finally, Agathon affixed a thick blindfold to his eyes.
Agathon then turned his attention to me. He pushed me back so that I was lying down on the table, and placed my arms in the thick leather cuffs. Guiding my legs into the stirrups, they too were similarly restrained. Finally, thick leather straps were placed above and below my breasts, before a final one was placed over my stomach, firmly binding me to the table. A similar blindfold was attached to my face, then Agathon clapped his hands loudly. Immediately I could hear movement and felt cold hands pulling on the skin around my vagina.
I gasped as the first blob of hot wax was applied to my pussy, and then had to stifle a cry as the waxing fabric was applied and then quickly pulled off. I heard Ian cry out, and assumed that the same must be happening to him, but clearly he was less used to it than I was. The hands moved quickly, waxing off what little hair had grown since I'd last shaved my pussy, legs and underarms. They even waxed right between my legs, pulling murderously on my cunt lips. Soon they were done, but I could hear them continuing on Ian. He cries had become whimpers as he'd grown used to the waxing pain. Soon, even that was done, and Agathon removed our blindfolds.
I blinked a couple of times, the lifted my head to look at my pussy. It had been, as I already knew, waxed bare, I couldn't see a single hair anywhere on it. I looked over at Ian, and stared in surprise. Whoever had done the waxing had removed all of his body hair, from his chest hair, right down to his legs. He was just hanging there, limp in his manacles, his body glistening with sweat on his newly nude skin. He looked sexier than I'd ever seen.
Suddenly, my Master's booming voice filled the room with echo
"Excellent Agathon, you and your team have performed remarkably, just as usual," he said
"Thankyou Master," replied Agathon, before bowing and leaving the chamber.
"Ian and Miriam," he started, "I hope you enjoyed your afternoon, it's time for the serious business to begin. Tonight, I will accept you into my service before the Gods, and name you appropriately. The ceremony will be performed by a good friend of mine, and certain bindings will be applied to your bodies in order to mark your bondage to this house".
I could see that Master's words were arousing Ian as much as I, for his penis was starting to harden as he spoke. I heard multiple sets of footsteps start to descend the stairs into the chamber, and I craned my neck to see who was entering the room. There were two people in all, an all but naked male, and one of the most beautiful, statuesque women that I'd ever seen in my life. Easily standing 6 feet tall, she was almost shoulder to shoulder with my Master. Long, black hair cascaded onto her shoulders, fashioned into exquisite ringlets. She wore a full leather basque, pushing her full breasts up most invitingly. She wore nothing to cover her sex, and her outfit was completed with thigh high lether boots and long leather gloves. I could sense that Ian was staring as much as I.
"Slaves! Avert your eyes! Did I train you for nothing!?" Master yelled angrily, striding to the wall and snatching a riding crop from a hanger. He laid 3 quick strikes to my pussy, before twisting and landing the same number on my husbands vulnerable cock. We both cried out in pain and surprise from the stinging blows.
"Sorry Master," we both wailed as we looked at the floor.
"Much better," he said, apparently satisfied with our response.
"This is Lady Athene, she will be performing your indoctrination, Mistress, please proceed with this one," he said, pointing at me.
Athene smiled as she quickly closed the gap to the table.
"Now then, don't you worry," she said as she stroked my hair, " this will hurt a lot"
Athene laughed evilly, and I heard the rolling of another table behind my head. I couldn't see what was on it, and it worried me.
"Slave Ian, look at what is about to happen to your darling wife," she ordered. Ian looked up, and his eyes widened as he saw what was on in store for me.
"Ancient Gods," she started, "accept the blood of this heathen soul as offering, and accept her into her rightful place in the world" Athene reached to the table, her hand returning with a piercing needle, with a widening tube attached. Athene savagely twisted my nipple so that it hardened completely, and I cried out in pain.
"Praise be to you!" she shouted, as she slipped the needle into my left nipple. I had never known pain like it, I wailed as the needle lanced through my tender flesh, the attached plastic tube widing the hole as it travelled through. Deftly, Athene snipped the plastic tube at each end, and placed a medium guage bar into the end of the tube, finally pulling the tube through and out of my nipple. My eyes were closed and watering, I was breathing raggedly as the pain in my nipple slowly radiated away, leaving instead a throbbing soreness in its place.
When I opened my eyes and looked down, I could see that she had fastened a ball to the end of the piercing and returned to working with something on the table. As much pain as I was in, I had to admit that it looked beautiful. The piecing had been done at the base of my nipple, which was standing erect. A small trickle of blood had run down my side and onto the sheeting lining the table. I closed my eyes again, knowing what was coming next, trying to prepare myself.
Again I felt her twist my nipple, and gritted my teeth as the already familar feeling of the needle piercing my skin washing through me. I couldn't contain the moan as the pain coursed through me, and another trickle of warm blood ran down the side of my breast. Another nipple piereced, I looked over at my husband. His erection was huge as he watched my suffering. Looking at my Master, he smiled at me, pleased at the way I was bearing the pain. I could feel the familiar onset of subspace as the pain subsided again, I laid back again breathing deeply as I floated. I didn't really understand what happened next until I witnessed it happen to Ian. Athene picked up a gun shaped object, and applied it to each pierced nipple in turn, sealing the metal joins with magnetism to prevent their removal without a similar tool.
"This is quite the little pain slut you have here, Remus" said Athene, reaching down and touching my sex, feeling its wetness.
"Yes, she is," replied Master Remus smiling, "I spent some time checking before I bought here here. I think you'll be equally pleased by the male."
"Let's see how she takes the tongue," replied Athene evilly.
Without being asked, I opened my mouth obediently, pushing my tongue out. Athene laughed and stroke my hair as she pinched my tongue with piercing forceps. Athene had to work to drive the needle through my tongue, and for a few second I felt like I might lose consciousness as she waggled the needle. Soon it was through though, and the stud inserted and sealed. I could taste blood in my mouth as I was allowed to close it again.
"Now for the main event," said Athene, walking to stand between my legs and staring at my soaking cunt. Her slave obediently moved the table around next to her, so I could at least see its contents. Remaining on the table were a bar and three rings, and immediately I realised that I wasn't even half way through my torment yet. Athene pushed her fingers hard into my cunt and fucked me with them for a few seconds, until I was moaning in pleasure. Then before I knew what was happening, the forceps were gripping my clit hood and the needle had plunged through. I screamed.
The rush of endorphins to my brain was phenomenal, but even that wasn't enough to stop tears flowing down my cheeks as Athene fitted the bar to my clit. I was sobbing slightly as she reached down again, puncturing my labia next to my opening on one side and fitting a ring. She repeated the operation on the other side of my cunt, fitting a second silver ring.
I had lost track of what was going on now, I only know what really happened because of Ian. My mind was a mess of hormones, chemicals, pain and lust. Athena reached for the last time, and placed a piercing and ring a few cm beneath my vaginal opening where she inserted the final ring.
They must have left me for a few moments to compose myself, as my mind seemed to glue itself back together, I heard Athene prounounce
"Gods and Goddesses, the heathen Miriam has been marked in the proscribed way. In your name, Ceyx is born, now as according to tradition, I give her the Gift of Zeus". Athene reached one last time to the table, returning with another gun like device, which she placed against my arm and fired. A sharp pain flared in my arm, and the just as quickly subsided. Athene and Remus undid my bindings one by one as my blood dried against by body.
"Come Ceyx, it is time for your husband to be born anew," said Remus as he lead me to stand by Ian's side. I could see he was still aroused, but from his expression, obviously nervous about his fate...
--HIM--
Miriam had borne her pain and suffering well, I had to make sure that I honoured her, and our Master Remus by displaying the same level of control. I was nervous beyond words, my stomach in knots. It was strange, she'd been Miriam since I knew her, yet Ceyx also felt like another name that she'd always had. Maybe there was something to this "ancient gods" stuff that they were spouting, more than I'd at least given it credit for. Master Remus lowered the chain, and I sighed with relief as the pressure came off my shoulders. The shackles at my feet were undone by Lady Athene's slave, whilst Master Remus undid the cuffs binding my wrists.
Pushed lightly from behind by Master, I stepped forward as Ceyx was guided into my place, and quickly shackled, this time without the spreader bar, since that seemed to have been required more for the waxing than anything else. I walked un-prompted to the table, and placed my legs in the stirrups without direction. Master Remus looked pleased at my willingness to submit to this torture, and quickly bound me to the table just as my wife had been earlier.
Lady Athene wasted no time in started the ceremony anew.
"Ancient Gods," she repeated, "accept the blood of this heathen soul as offering, and accept him into his rightful place in the world"". I gritted my teeth as the needle penetrated my left nipple, crying out slightly in pain as it surprised me despite my mental preparation. I could feel the warm trickle of blood run down my side as she fitted the first bar, and I looked up at my wife hoping for distraction. Her breasts were held magnificently tense by her arms being held above her head. Small trails of blood ran down from her tortured nipples, streaking her perfectly taught stomach. Her cunt had been bleeding as well, streaks of red ran down her legs right to the floor. It looked as if the bleeding was stopping though, I was pleased that she was going to be ok.
I was immediately snapped back into my body by the cold feeling of the needle pressed against my second nipple. Again I gritted my teeth and supressed a cry as the needle slipped through my flesh. The second bar was quickly fitted, and both bonds were sealed with the magnetising gun. Already giddy from the pain, I opened my mouth just as I'd seen Ceyx do moments before, jutting out my tongue.
Athene smiled and looked into my eyes as she clamped my tongue with the forceps, looking away only to align the needle.
"I want to see the pain in your eyes as I place this one, don't close them," she ordered, as she started pushing down on the needle. My eyes were watering as I cried out in pain, but I didn't break eye contact.
"Good, good," she purred, "I could see into your soul, through your suffering I could see that you really are..."
Athene seemed momentarily flustered, before walking around between my legs. Her slave once again move the table, I could see that there were four heavy rings remaining on the tray. I had seen Ceyx phase out whilst her cunt was pierced, and I expected that I would rapidly be floating away too.
"Remus, any preference as to which of these I place first?" she asked.
"He's lost his painslut hard-on, do the PA next," ordered Remus.
Athene's slave passed her a cotton swab and she efficiently pushed it into the end of my penis. I had never particularly enjoyed urethral play, but the initial burst of pain quickly turned to discomfort as she waggled it around inside my shaft. Withdrawing it, she place the needle, still within its plastic sheath on the underside of my penis, before slowly, painfully pushing it through into my urethra. The plastic and needle passed through, and out of the end of my penis. Despite the flaring pain coming from my cock, I was transfixed, watching her hands move deliberately to pull the needle through, leaving the plastic tube going from the underside of my cock, distending my urethra on the way out. There was surprisingly little blood, but I was starting to feel faint from the pain, so I laid back on the table and closed my eyes, concentrating on my breathing.
Soon I felt her hands working again as she insterted the ring through the plastic tube, before removing it and closing the ring with a ball. The feeling of cold metal actually inside me cut through the throbbing pain coming from my cock for a few moments, before my body warmed it. Athene left my cock hanging down between my legs as I opened my eyes and watched her position another needle for my next piercing. This one was to go at the very base of my cock, on the top side. I was grateful that this one hurt far less as she again slipped the needle beneath my skin, placing another silver ring. I barely let out a moan as the piercing was performed, I was floating on a high of pain and endorphins, my mind fractured.
Athene flipped my cock over so that it was resting across my abdomen, and ran another needle across the base of my cock, where my scrotum joined its base, inserted yet another heavy ring. For the final piercing, she summoned her slave to hold my testicles upwards, as she knelt between my legs and passed a needle through my pernium. It was surprisingly painful, and I couldn't contain my cry as the needle passed through me and she affixed the final ring. Each piercing in turn was sealed, and she then reached for the final gun one last time.
"Gods and Goddesses, the heathen Ian has been marked in the proscribed way. In your name, Alcyone is born, now as according to tradition, I give him the Gift of Zeus", she incanted
The injector was placed next to my arm, and fired, casuing pain to lance through it as it delivered its payload.
"It is done," she said, turning to Master Remus, suddenly looking quite drained.
"Thank you Athene," he replied, smiling broadly, "would you have use of either of them now?". Athene thought for a second, and the replied,
"Yes, yes, I think I'd like to feel Ceyx's new tongue do it's best. After witnessing this, I really think you've found it this time," she said
Master Remus smiled at her and nodded, removing the bindings from my body, and motioning for me to move from the table. At the same time, Athene's slave was lowering Ceyx and releasing her from her bindings. Athene moved to perch on the edge of the piercing table, and opened her legs invitingly.
As Ceyx smiled and walked towards her, Remus addressed me
"Slave, hands and knees, prepare to receive your master,"
I quickly walked towards him and dropped to all fours. Master Remus quickly placed his already erect member at my anal opening. I mentally prepared myself for the pain of his entry, especially without lube, as my wife began lapping at Athene's shaven pussy. Athene started to moan gently,
"Make sure you get my clit with that little piercing of yours," she said, and let out a huge, drawn out moan as Ceyx altered her ministrations to comply with the order. My attention was returned to my own situation by Master Remus beginning his penetration. My anus gave way easily after the session with Ceyx earlier in the afternoon, but I was surprised by how easily his cock glided in an out of my ass. Master Remus bent forward slightly, and spoke quietly in my ear,
"This is but one of the myriad gifts that Zeus has now bestowed upon you," he started, "your man-cunt will keep itself lubricated and ready for use at all times, no more need to mess around with artificial lube".
"Thank you sir," I said breathlessly, as I started to focus on contracting my anus on his out-strokes, as I'd been trained to do in numerous training sessions over the last few months. Master Remus picked up his pace, and moaned appreciatively as I matched my timed constrictions. Athene was lying back in the table, and had removed her breasts from the top of her corset so that her male slave could suck and paw at them whilst my wife saw to her pussy. She was flushed and gasping as Ceyx slipping a finger within her cunt and started fucking her, gradually slipping in another, and another, before twisting her hand to rub against Lady Athene's G-spot as she tongued her.
Master Remus was digging his hands into my hips as he fucked me harder and harder, we were both starting to sweat and breathe deeply from the exertion. Athene let out a mighty scream as she climaxed, and Master Remus had obviously been holding on, waiting for that moment as he slammed his hips into my ass, going balls-deep as he roared and emptied his seed into my willing body.
Everyone was still for a few moments as we each regained our composure. Lady Athene's slave helped her gather herself back into her corset whilst my wife remained kneeling before her. Master Remus' cock left my anus with a sloppy popping noise.
"Ceyx, here," commanded Remus, and she instantly crawled over to her master, "lay on your back, Alcyone, squat over your wife's face, she is to clean you whilst you clean me."
"Yes, Master," we both replied, as we moved into position. Ceryx's tongue felt great against my anus as she started swishing around over it. I took Master's cock into my mouth and started licking over the head, tasting myself intermingled with the taste of his semen. Ceyx's tongue became more insistant as she prodded and pressed against my hole, finally making it give way so that her tongue was swirling within my ass, sucking away our Master's cum as it slowly dripped down out of my man-cunt.
"Enough," proclaimed Master Remus after a few minutes of cleaning, "inspection positions". Ceyx moved out from underneath me, and rose onto the balls of her feet, squatting, with her hands behind her head as I mirrored her movements. By now, Athene was fully dressed again, her slave standing behind her. It was the first time that I'd bothered to look at him, and I could see that he bore a similar, yet different set of piercings. He too had pierced nipples, but he had both horizontal and vertical piercings through each. His cock sported a piercing through the end much as mine, but the ring was of a much duller metal, and was attached to a single ring placed at the bottom of his scrotum, effectively preventing erection.
Remus and Athene stood before us, and gazed admiringly. Our bodies were still streaked with blood from the traumatic piercings, but our bodies were no longer releasing any more.
"Beautiful," said Remus eventually, turning to smile at Athene. Athene nodded slightly and smiling, replied
"They will make quite the centerpiece to your harem, congratulations Remus. Will you be convening the forum for their adornment?"
"Yes," he replied, "I'll give them a week to heal, with the effect of the Gift upon them that should be plenty of time".
"I look forward to it," she said, smiling back at him.
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