For my Lord

Chapter 14 The Wedding

My Lord has been away on business for several weeks now. i know something is being planned because i have overheard The Butler talking on the phone to my Lord, noting down instructions as He listens. i have no idea what is being discussed but i’m sure it will involve pain and degradation for me.

Sometimes, following these phone discussions, The Butler summons me and takes me down to the cellar for a whipping or a bondage session; nothing too severe although The Butler has a strong arm and it is certainly enough to remind me of my place. i understand that it pleases my Lord to know that i am suffering for Him, even if He is not here to enjoy my pain in person.

Other than these occasions, my life is quiet and the days are long, as i must wait patiently for my Lord’s return. i am not allowed access to television, newspapers, magazines etc. as my Lord has stated that i must not be distracted from my only purpose in life which is to serve and please Him.

Even though i hate having to pleasure The Dogs, i have come to accept as a distraction the occasional times that i am led by a leash attached to my collar out to the compound where i am made to pleasure my Lord’s Dogs. They pound away at my cunt and ass holes and i suck Their cocks for hours until they are satisfied, leaving me messy with Their spunk. Of course, i am not permitted to cum and The Handler watches me closely for signs that i fail to obey this order and i have to exercise my newly learned self control to avoid further punishment for this lapse.

Once, The Butler must have noticed me as He was on the phone to my Lord because He spoke quietly into the phone and i heard my name mentioned. Then He called me, “cumface, here!” i crawled into the room and waited patiently until He finished on the phone. Then He told me that my Lord had ordered that i crawl

Out to the compound where The Dogs are kept, find The Handler and beg Him to whip me, to use me Himself and then to give me to The Dogs.

It was a cold, wet day and i felt thoroughly miserable as i crawled out in the rain. Reaching the compound, i opened the gate and then knocked on the door of the large shed. The Handler opened the door and i begged Him to whip me. He ordered me to stand facing the wire link fence that surrounds the compound. i did as ordered while He went back inside, emerging a few moments later wearing a waterproof coat and hat and leading The Dogs, who He tethered under the roof overhang at the front of the shed. The Dogs would be sheltered from the rain, but not the slave!

i turned my head slightly and noticed that there was now a fourth Dog. The Handler saw me looking round and smirked, “Not met Shadow yet have you, bitch? Well you’ll soon get to know each other!”

From His pocket, The Handler produced some lengths of thin rope and He proceeded to stretch out my right arm, tying my wrist to the fence. He did the same with my left arm and then my legs, so that I was spread-eagled against the fence. He then took two padlocks from His pocket and used them to fasten my nipple rings to the fence.

He went back into the shed and returned carrying a multi-thonged flogger, each leather thong having a knot tied at the business end. “Twenty stokes, I think,” He said and immediately laid into me, across my back and buttocks. i have had much more severe floggings than this, but, probably because i was so cold and wet, each stroke really stung and i was soon yelping in pain and my tears were flowing. He made me wait between each stroke, so the whipping lasted probably about half an hour.

When He had finished, i sobbed a ‘thank You’ as He untied my arms and legs. But He left me secured by the padlocks at my nipple rings while He took The Dogs back inside. i had to stand waiting in the pouring rain but at least i could put my hands to my tender arse to ease the pain. Finally, He released me, but He locked the padlocks on my rings causing me to cry out as i felt the weight of the locks pulling down on my tits.

He led me inside and threw me down onto the floor. “What’s next, slut?” He asked, smirking.

“Please, Sir, i beg You to use me as You wish.” i replied.

“Well, I’ve had your cunt and ass on the night of the Hunt, along with most of the men from the village, you whore. But, I didn’t try your mouth and they say you’re quite a cocksucker. So get to it, whore!” 

i got to my knees, took out His half hard cock and began to suck on it. i felt it harden and thicken in my mouth and pretty soon He moaned, “you love it don’t you? you fucking whore.”

The truth is that He was right, i do like sucking cock. But within a few moments, i wasn’t fellating Him. He grabbed hold of my hair with both hands and started to pull my mouth on and off His cock, pulling me until He was deep in my throat and holding me there. He was raping my mouth and throat. Fortunately, He did not last too long and soon i could feel jet after jet of His burning hot spunk as it flooded my mouth and throat and i was swallowing it down, warm in my stomach.

Once He had finished, He called The Dogs over and for the next two or three hours or so, They fucked all of my holes; always there were two of Them at me. There was no pleasure for me as Their paws scrabbled at the tender flesh of my freshly whipped back and the heavy padlocks swung, pulling painfully on my nipples, bringing only more tears from me. Perhaps this was a reminder that, for me, pleasure comes only from my Lord’s beautiful cock. 

All this time, The Handler made lewd comments; “this is what you were born for, slave, a Dog’s cock in your cunt and another in your whore mouth.” “Suck Shadow’s cock, you fucking bitch.” And so on.

Also, The Handler had placed a shallow dish on the floor between my knees and this collected The Dogs’ spunk that dripped from my oozing cunt and ass.

At last, The Dogs were satisfied and, exhausted, i lay sprawled out on the floor. To my disgust, the Handler brought the dish of Dog cum round and put it on the floor by my face and ordered me to lick it up, telling me that unless i cleaned up every drop i would be whipped again. He pulled me by my hair up onto my hands and knees and He pushed my face down into the dish. It was all i could do the keep from gagging, but i slowly started to lick the foul contents of the dish.

i had thought that nothing could be more degrading than to be gang banged by a pack of Dogs, but this was ten times worse. i really had to force myself to lap up all the cum. 

When The Handler was satisfied that i had licked up and swallowed every last trace of spunk, He pulled me up by my hair into a kneeling position and removed the heavy padlocks from my nipple ring, mercifully. Then, still holding my hair with one hand, He unzipped and took out His cock with the other. i thought that He wanted sucking again, but He ordered, “open wide, you lazy slave, you’re not finished yet.” And He started to piss into my gaping mouth. i swallowed as best i could, but a lot spilled out of my mouth, down my chin and splashed over my tits. All the time The Handler was laughing, “if you were my slave, you’d live on a diet of cum, washed down with plenty of piss, mine, the dogs’ and whoever else I felt like giving you to. And I would whip you every day!”

I made a mental note never to give myself up to be slave to this man. The thought brought a slight smile to my lips. The Handler saw this and mistook it for a sign that I was enjoying my treatment at His hands.

“Look at you, you fucking love it don’t you, you fucking slut? Can’t get enough cock, can you? What a filthy bitch!”

He finished and shook the last drops of His piss in my face before He put His cock away and ordered me to crawl back up to the house. i could hear the rain lashing down outside and, at least, it was warm and dry in the hut. So i was slow to obey His order and He gave me a kick to hurry me along.

The rain was heavier as i crawled back towards the house and it felt like thousands of pin pricks on my tender, freshly flogged body. At least the rain washed away the piss and the remainder of The Dogs’ spunk which still trickled down my thighs from my well used cunt and ass holes. my misery was made all the worse when i could see The Butler watching me from a window, with a broad smile on His face. i crawled into the house, dried myself as best i could and found a warm quiet corner to rest.

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In order that my body is pleasing to my Lord, one thing i have to do is ensure that my body is free from any hair except for a narrow ‘landing strip’ of pubic hair. When there is a beginning of stubbly hair elsewhere, i am required to report to The Butler and ask that He arrange for me to have a waxing. Failure to do this would mean a severe punishment.

So, today i crawl to The Butler and raise my hand as a signal that i require permission to speak. For me, speaking without permission is another punishable offence.

i tell Him that i need a waxing and He sends me to the kitchen to wait. The maid always does my waxing, but the rest of the household staff likes to be there to watch.

i am made to wait for about an hour before the maid comes in and lays a large towel on the table, telling me to climb up and lie with my knees drawn up and parted and my hands behind my head. i adopt the required position while she busies herself warming the wax. In the meantime, the rest of the staff wander in and the maid brews a pot of coffee for them all.

Once the wax is ready, the maid starts to apply it and the cloth strips, beginning with my legs and underarms before turning to my ‘bikini line’. It is at this point that the watching men become interested. i lie there staring up at the ceiling, blushing a deep red in embarrassment at being so exposed while the wax sets and my audience chat and drink their coffee.

Finally the maid announces that the wax is cool enough and she suddenly rips a strip off my right leg, causing me to yelp in pain and bring a tear to my eye. Another strip is torn away and i am biting my lip trying to withstand the pain and knowing that worse is to come.

My legs finished, the maid moves to my underarms and my yelps and my tears are coming freely.

Finally, it is time for my pubic area and i brace myself for the really painful part. The watching men also become very interested in proceedings. The maid asks if one of the men wants to have a go and The Gardener quickly steps forward. She tells Him to grip the edge of the strip and rip it of quickly and in one action.

From the corner of my tear filled eye, i see a wicked smile on the face of The Gardener as He leans in and takes hold of the end of the strip. Instead of ripping it away quickly, He pulls slowly and a little at a time, ensuring that i must endure the maximum amount of pain and making me writhe and cry out at the top of my voice. This only brings laughter and appreciative comments from the small audience. If possible, the remaining strip is pulled off even more slowly and i am in absolute agony, but at last the worst is over.

The maid bends close to check for any hairs that might have been missed and she uses tweezers to pull out two or three that remain. Then she uses electric clippers to trim the strip of hair that is now all that is left of my pubes, and lastly she applies a soothing lotion to moisturise the depilated areas and to prevent skin irritation.

i am then sent, sobbing, to my cage while the staff all enjoy another coffee.

The smell of the coffee drives me mad; i am allowed only water to drink and i miss coffee and tea so much. i usually eat my meals at the same time as the staff. But, while They sit at the table and eat their food in the conventional way, accompanied by coffee, juice, even wine or beer, i eat from a dog bowl on the floor, no hands permitted, and drink only water from another bowl. Also, since i am not permitted to speak without permission, i cannot join in with Their conversations. 

All this is a constant reminder of my status as a slave; my Lord’s slave.

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i knew something was going to happen, but the announcement leaves me stunned. My Lord is to marry! And in just a few days! i had no inkling of this at all. My first feeling is of jealousy. i love and adore my Lord and the thought of Him marrying another woman leaves me distraught. Of course i know that my Lord has affection for me, but i am only a slave and deep down i have always known that i could never hope that He would marry me, but, in my dreams… 

i start to worry about what this announcement will mean for me. After all it’s hardly thinkable that a slut-slave like me could stay with a Lady in the house. Will i be sold? Maybe to those film producers who tortured me so horribly, or to the Middle East, to an Arabian sheikh perhaps? i shiver as i remember stories of endless gang-rapes, sometimes until the poor victim dies. And i was told of a girl who, because her owner lost her on a gambling bet, was tied down and impaled by a donkey and subsequently died of internal injuries caused by the animal’s huge dick. i break out in a cold sweat as i think of the possibility of being sold to the merciless politician woman who had the first maid skinned alive.

Together with the household staff, i am put to work getting the house in order, although the wedding and subsequent party are to be held in town, at the house of the local mayor, who is, apparently related to my Lord. 

None of the household staff is invited to the wedding, even not The Butler. But, one day before the wedding, my Lord walks in with His bride-to-be to introduce the personnel to Her. All stand in line waiting to be introduced, even me, and The Butler moves forward, ready to make the introductions.

i am shocked by the appearance of my Lord’s fiancée. i had assumed that She would be a glamorous beauty. Instead, She is a small grey mouse of a woman with pale, cold eyes and salt and pepper hair. i can hardly keep from showing my surprise at Her appearance. Even Her clothes look cheap and dowdy, almost like something from a second hand shop. i can’t understand why my Lord would marry such a woman. However, i hear some of the staff whispering that they have read about Her in magazines and that She is from a very wealthy and powerful family.

The Butler leads Her along the line, introducing the staff one by one; i am last in line, of course, blushing in humiliation at having to stand naked at the end of the line. When it is my turn, i am introduced simply as “the slave”. There is no reaction from The Lady, almost as if i am invisible, Her cold eyes seeming to look right through me. i have long become accustomed to being naked, even when everyone else present is fully clothed. i even relish my nudity, seeing it, together with my metal slave collar, as a symbol of my subjugation to my Lord. But, now, i am embarrassed by my nudity in the presence of my Lord’s new bride.

But a little later, as i pass close by my Lord, i hear, "I'll breed you and you will carry My Lady's child." Not knowing if i had really heard it, i turn my head back to my Lord, but there is nothing to indicate that He said those words and there is no reaction from anyone standing nearby.

Was it my imagination? "I'll breed you and you will carry My Lady's child." The whole of the rest of the day and night i question myself whether or not He said those words.

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The next day, late in the afternoon, He arrives in a carriage drawn by six horses, a sign of His position and wealth. My Lord carries His Bride across the threshold, as is tradition. All help to carry the wedding presents into the living room, adjacent the dining room. They spend a pleasant evening opening some of the presents and taking a light supper. At a certain moment, The Butler discretely gets me and leads me to Their bedroom. i am surprised, surely They wouldn’t have a threesome on Their wedding night? But the Butler pushes me into a small antechamber, the doorway somewhat hidden among the garments and the wall covering. All the more surprising it is when, once inside, i can see through into the bedroom by way of a kind of two way mirror. The space is small, dark and cramped but i try to make myself comfortable, and i am anxious to see what will happen next. A while later The Couple enter the room. i watch as my Lord gently undresses The Lady and slides her on to the bed. i can see that She is shy, afraid even, as She awaits the events, whispering: "be careful, you know I am still… a virgin." Which makes me gasp in disbelief. Then my Lord undresses, and with a sting of jealousy i see His mighty cock and He climbs into bed next to The Lady.

They kiss, His hands stroking Her saggy breasts, though it appears to me that there is little passion. Reluctantly, She opens Her legs somewhat. i remember what i had heard the staff members say, that the magazines reported that their marriage was considered as a rational marriage to protect trusts and interests. Certainly, in bed things don’t really heat up, i would not have imagined such a thing, knowing the lovemaking prowess of my Lord.

Then after some uninspired fondling, He bends and penetrates Her slightly. i feel a twinge of envy as i watch, knowing how His cock feels. i can hear Her moaning softly as He pushes deeper and i imagine Him meeting her hymen. Very slowly, very gently, He slides His gland between Her pussy lips, and only bouncing against Her cherry. She doesn’t meet Him at all, lying flat and lifeless.

Suddenly, unexpectedly He grabs Her knee hollows pushes Her legs up and apart, until Her knees are alongside Her body on the bed. He pushes Himself up, His body a straight line, resting on His toes with a firm grip in Her knee hollows, and before She can protest, He plunges through Her cunt-lips, rams deeply and ripping and shredding Her hymen. At first she shrieks as He bangs Her, then She snarls at Him, but He doesn’t seem to hear Her. i am sure that i can see Her virgin blood splattered along His pistoning shaft.

Whether it is in His frenzy, or on purpose, i can’t tell, but He slips out of Her pussy and in the same movement the gland rams at Her other virgin entry. i know His powerful strength only too well, and Her natural resistance cannot stop Him as His gland rips and stretches Her ass-ring, which makes Her shriek in a high pitch. But He shows Her no mercy, now He is ramming and splitting open Her anal ring. Her head thrashes from side to side; Her small female fists drum powerlessly against His strong chest. Then Her back arches, and Her head drops to one side, and She is totally silent. He pulls out, tearing Her smear, blood, juices and excrements out of Her arse. In two steps He is at the hidden door, slams it open, and pulls my head towards His upright soiled cock. He pulls my jaws open, and rams His cock deep into my mouth.

i want to gag because of the foul taste of Her excrements smeared all over His rigid shaft, but my pride at being permitted to service Him on His wedding night excites me and makes me climax. i want, so much, to please Him and i suck and lick, using all my expertise, my tongue is lovingly working all over his gland and cock, i even manage to pull my tongue out along His pumping cock, and lick His bouncing balls.

i am so proud that, on His wedding night, it is in my mouth that He spurts His hot precious sperm. Shot after shot into my greedy mouth and throat and i eagerly swallow, despite some drops slipping from the corner of my mouth. Finally, softened, He pulls out, and without even a glance to His new wife, He leaves the room.

Unsure what to do next, i wait on my knees. But some minutes later, The Butler enters, puts a spread over the curled up, sleeping Lady, then grabs me and leads me to my own bedroom.

"Clean yourself, dress and perfume for the night with the Lord, and meet him in his room."

He leaves me with confused thoughts running around in my head. Is it really true that i will spend the night, the wedding night with my Lord? And has that to do with the remark: "I'll breed you and you will carry the Lady's child"?

My room is small and sparsely furnished, just a bed and a shelf for a few toiletries and cosmetics. There are hooks and eyebolts set into the walls, which are bare except for the words SLAVE painted crudely over my bed, just in case I forget what I am, and OBEY on the opposite wall. The door can only be opened from the outside, although The Butler now props it open. This is where i sleep when i am not required by my Lord and i am not to be confined in my cage.

A black negligee is laid out on the bed for me. i pick it up and hold against me, luxuriating for a moment in the feel of the silky material against my body.

But i must follow orders, so quickly, i put down the negligee and go to the bathroom to shower and wash my hair, luxuriating in the hot water cascading over my body. i dry myself and brush and dry my hair. i apply some discrete make-up and some perfume. Then i slip on the negligee. It feels strange, i have become so accustomed to being naked, but i love the feeling of the soft material as it clings to my body.

When i enter in His personal room, he is waiting. i am surprised by His appearance. He has on heavy black boots and black raw pants, His torso is bare. It makes you gasp, as He is there; big, powerful, The Master.

At once, i drop to my knees, clasp my hands behind my head and bend, my
forehead to the floor.

"Stand up," He commands, firmly but not coldly.

As i stand, He moves behind me, unlocks and removes my steel slave collar and fastens a leather collar around my neck, a little tight, but not uncomfortably so. A flickering makes me realise that the collar is imbedded with jewels.

He cuffs my wrists tightly together behind my back and with a leather strap, ties my elbows together. This pulls my shoulders back painfully and pushes out my tits, thrusting my erect nipples against the soft silky fabric of the black negligee. Then He ties a broad black blindfold over my eyes. Still i stand wondering what’s coming next. He cuffs my ankles, with a chain between them, preventing me from taking big steps, another chain leading to my cuffed wrists is pulled tight, so forcing me to arch backwards.

Then He attaches a leash to the collar. Blindfolded, i can only follow with hobbled steps when He pulls me with the leash. It is hard to follow where He is leading me, but when i feel that W/we are descending some stairs and then another some more, i certain that He is leading me to the basement. What possibly can be the happening on His wedding night? This can mean only one thing, this the end of my slavery, but in what way? Will He have one last torture session with me? Inflicting terrible agony, horrible torture to death. my heart beats tremendously my mind is racing. i am so afraid. i break out in a cold sweat.

i realise that i should have more confidence my Lord but i expect the worst. But, i wonder, if i am to be tortured to death, why the negligee, the luxury of a hot shower? Is my Lord playing with my mind?

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As i stumble down into the cellar, led by my Lord, i can hear many voices, i think that i can pick out some of the staff members. But suddenly, it falls silent. Hands, unseen by me, take hold of my bound arms and i am guided across the cellar. my mind is working overtime and i am imagining all the various instruments of torture in this dungeon, wondering which, if any, i am being taken to. Then i am lifted high and lowered onto what i am sure must be the Spanish Horse.

Until now i have not been made to ride this cruel piece of equipment, but i have always feared it. And now i know that i was right.

Now the sharp edge immediately feels as though it is cutting into my soft, tender cunt lips. my legs are pulled back and up and are tied in that position causing me to lean forward which makes my clit press agonisingly against the edge of the wood. my arms are pulled painfully backwards by a rope, which i find out later, is thrown over a roof beam and has a noose on the other end. This noose is pulled over my head and fastened to the jewelled collar, which prevents me from moving sideways. This position is very painful, but if i stay still, it is bearable, at least for now. But i know that a long ride on the horse would quickly become extremely agonising and now i am extremely anxious about what is coming next.

The voices start up again and i can now clearly pick out various members of the household staff, although there are many voices that i don’t recognise.

Then again the voices silence and one by one men and women make a statement about my Lord. All bear witness to the goodness and kindness of my Lord, and give their approval of His choice for his new... slave. i am never mentioned by name, but they merely refer to ‘the slave’. It makes me afraid that i am to be exchanged for a new slave and that my life here has come to an end.

Suddenly i feel two pairs of hands, female hands, take a soft but firm hold of my arms. At the same moment, The Butler starts to speak. “We are here to unite in front of the community, the slavery of cumface to His Lordship. If anyone objects, you shall speak now." The assembly is so quiet that you could have heard a pin drop. The Butler continued, "My Lord, do you want to feed, to maintain, and to keep this slave to your good, what is your answer?"

It takes me a second or two before i realise, with a thrill that The Butler is talking about me

The answer of my Lord is short. "Yes I will."

The Butler replies, "This slave belongs from now on solely to His Lordship. You may mark the slave."

Again the voices fall silent, but now there is another sound, the crackling of a fire!

The hands holding my arms seem to tighten their grip and bend me further forward and i realise what is going to happen.

my negligee is raised and immediately i feel a hot iron pressed against the soft flesh of my lower back. The pain is agonising, but the iron has been applied so quickly and unexpectedly that it takes a few seconds before my brain registers the pain and i howl out at the top of my voice. i have no idea how long the iron is held against my skin, but it seems like an eternity. All the time, i buck and squirm, trying to escape the terrible agony, but i am held firm and there is no escape and the smell of burning flesh, my burning flesh fills my nostrils.

At long last, the iron is removed but my screams continue for several minutes. But my ordeal is not finished; I am made to lean back and, again, the negligee is raised, this time at the front and a second glowing iron is pressed against the soft flesh between the top of my pubic mound and my inner thigh. Again, the pain is unbearable and i scream for it to stop, but the iron remains, burning into my skin.

my screams turn to incoherent babbling and i almost pass out from the pain. But at one stage i find myself throwing back my head and crying out for all to hear,  “my Lord, my Lord, i am yours, i am your slave, oh my dear Lord."

At last the iron is removed and i gasp for breath, silently praying that there will be no more, i really don’t think that i can stand anymore. The blindfold is slipped from my eyes, my bonds are removed and i am lifted, semi-conscious, from the horse. The pain from my cunt resting on the horse had been almost forgotten, eclipsed by the greater pain of the brandings.

My legs have gone and i am only half aware of being carried / guided to what looks to my bleary and tear filled eyes like a large throne like chair. Everything is hazy and i’m not able to comprehend exactly what is happening to me.

Still fuddled from the pain of the brandings, it takes me a few moments to realise that the sturdy wooden chair is covered with pointed iron studs. Before i can react, my arms are strapped to the chair arms at my wrists and elbows. Further straps are fastened around my torso, my ankles and my knees, securing me to the medieval torture chair.

There is a hole in the middle of the seat with a metal cone shaped peg protruding from it, which slips into my cunt. One of the women turns a wheel behind the chair and the peg rises, filling and stretching my cunt. In my hazed state, i can only moan and groan from the pain of the studs pressing into my flesh and the peg invading my cunt.

But worse is to come, as iron clamps are screwed down onto my toes and fingers. The negligee is roughly pulled down, exposing my tits, and a cruel tit clamp is screwed tight, squashing my tits until they are almost flat. i now find my voice and scream in agony, but i am unable to move and my screams serve only to amuse the watching crowd.

Next to the torture chair, there is a proper throne like chair, heavy carved wood, well padded. This is for my Lord, of course, and having satisfied Himself that my torment is to His liking, He settles on the throne to watch the proceedings.

My mind clears and I become more aware of my surroundings. There are a large number of men and women present, all appear to be naked, or nearly naked. I recognise the household staff, The Butler, of course, The Chef, The Gardener and The Dog Handler. Also, there are several of the female staff, including the pretty maid. There, at the front are the two young women, only in their late teens I would guess, who led me to this infernal chair and, next to them, four big black men. I think that maybe I recognise them as being some of the men that gang-banged me shortly after my lesson at the garrotte.

From the corner of my tear filled eye, I notice my Lord give a signal and the party starts.

One of the housemaids is taken to a rack, where her arms and ankles are firmly tied, and a man turns the wheel, stretching her limbs to the maximum. Another is hung upside down, legs widespread; a candle is shoved into her pussy and lit. And then she is whipped; each bucking of her body causing hot wax to drip onto her soft, exposed pussy. Another one is bent over a block, her head and wrists fixed, and she is caned until her calves, cheeks and the backs of her thighs are mashed to a dark red.

One woman is hanging by her wrists; her toes barely touching a metal plate under which hot coals have been place to heat it. She is being savagely bullwhipped by two men, her body soon dark red and blistered with deep stripes. Her high shrieks of agony pierce my ears.

It looks as though the maid is getting the worst. She is bound wide spread, her back on a horizontal bar, her whole body arching, her head fixed. A funnel is put in her mouth and they let ice cold water flood into it. Now and then they let her free to breathe, but otherwise she can’t help not to swallow. Her belly swells and within a few minutes she looks like she is eight or nine months pregnant. Her nipples are pinched by glowing hot iron pincers and her swollen tits skewered and bruised by metal devices. She also has a medieval pear inserted into her pussy and opened until her vagina is stretched open like she is about to give birth. Then her pubic hair is burned with matches.

As I observe through a fog of my own agony, all round, it is an orgy of torture, whipping, agony, cries of pain, and begging for mercy. My Lord is clearly enjoying the party; now and then He comforts me, His official branded and certified slave. His Cock already erect. Then He gives a sign.

I am told that according to the rituals, the two teenaged nymphets are witnesses, like bridesmaids at a wedding. They have to be virgins, and their first use is only at the ceremony at my Lord's pleasure. The two, already terrified by the events around them, but as yet untouched, are taken and led to a horizontal beam. Alongside each other, they are hung by the wrists and ankles to the beam, exposing their vulnerable open pussies and asses. For each nymphet two strong black men stand to the side, each with a harsh riding crop. At the signal from my Lord, all four start to crop the girls on their inner thighs, cunt, pubis, ass cheeks and the backs of their thighs. The lashes are hard and merciless. The girls howl from pure agony, their bodies thrashing and bucking, but there is no escape from the hits. Soon their flesh is red, bruised and splattered with blood drops.

my Lord moves to the hanging sobbing crying girls. He opens his robe and with a pang jealousy, my watch his strong upright Cock pointing to the first virgin pussy. He puts on a kind of sheath, black leather with small metal knobs, leaving only the head free. He firmly grips the hips of the first nymphet, and with one thrust, He penetrates the pink virgin hole. One second later she howls from the painful fuck she endures. His big Cock rams deep, ripping open her hymen and the metal knobs scratching along her soft inner walls. Only a few strokes later, having fully opened and riffled her pussy, He pulls out and moves to the other girl. Terrified by what her sister has endured she begs for mercy, but my Lord penetrates her in the same way and impales her deeply, pulling from her the same screams of agony. There too, after a few hard thrusts he pulls out and moves back to the first girl again, but this time to her backside. This, of course is another virgin hole.

When my Lord penetrates between her soft tender ass cheeks, her howls almost drown out all the other cries and screams in the dungeon. Her arse is ripped open, the ring muscle torn, he plunges deep into her tight tunnel, into her bowels. Her body bucks and her head thrashes in all directions. my Lord buries his weapon deep into her, holding her hips firmly. Again after a few strokes which bring screams of anguish and agony from deep inside from her, he turns to the other girl. This one is already shivering, knowing her fate. And indeed she howls out her misery and agony when his mighty Cock impales her tight ass hole. Her ass ring rips and the flesh stretches along his pumping shaft. He slams deep into her ruthlessly until his balls slap her ass cheeks.

i know from my own experience how painful it is to be fucked by someone wearing such a studded leather sheath. So how much worse must it be for these unfortunate girls to lose their virginity in such a way?

In spite of the pain caused by the studs on the chair and the clamps on my tits, toes and fingers, i feel my arousal mount as the metal peg pumps deep inside my cunt; it as if i am impaled by His mighty Cock. The deflowering of the two girls in front of me only adds to the feelings in my clit.

While my Lord is working over the two virgins, i am freed from the torture chair, lifted and led to the centre of the room. i am forced to bend over, and my arms are bound over a horizontal wooden bar, my elbow hollows over the bar and my wrists tied together forwards to my collar. Then the bar is raised until my toes barely touch the floor. my legs are pulled wide and my ankles shackled to rings in the floor. Then to increase the aching torment they strap my knees, pulling them together. Wires are attached between my nipple rings and ankles and pulled taut. Then another leather leash is tied to the front of my collar, pulled down tight and attached to a ring in the floor. Bent over, my toes hardly reaching the floor and my arms restrained, i feel terrible. But they are not finished yet, around my waist they tighten a leather belt, so tightly that it is difficult to breathe. A strange effect of this is to relax my inner muscles, especially the muscles in the area of my cunt. Thus those standing behind me can see my loins and cunt relax, the lips open like a flower.

my Lord leaves the crying and sobbing nymphets, He takes the sheath off, and presents His Cock to my open mouth for cleaning, which i obediently and enthusiastically do. Then He moves behind me and penetrates my cunt, wet and ready for Him. Now i understand why my midriff had been strapped; as he slides further in, my cervix is soft and slightly open too, receiving the throbbing gland, but even then He pushes further, until his balls meets the entrance to my slippery cunt. With His hands, He manages to insert even His ball-sack in to my cunt-hole. From pure lust and horniness i gasp and suck the air in. i had never imagined this feeling to be possible. Sometimes He fisted me and that was marvellous every time, but this beats everything.

As soon He is fully entered into me, it is the start of one big orgy. All around me, girls’ holes are filled with cocks. The two girls hanging are freed and between two strong blacks, they are double penetrated. The maid, still with her swollen belly, is repeatedly fucked, by men with a pregnancy fantasy. All the time, my Lord is rocking back and forward in a slow rhythm, savouring my soft engulfing inner cunt walls stroking His shaft and ball sack.

 

The fuck is endless; as always, i am amazed at His stamina but it doesn’t take long before i reach my first orgasm. The first of many this night. Forgotten is the agony of the branding; forgotten is the pain on the torture chair. His mighty Cock forces me to orgasm over and over again. i lose count of the number orgasms i reach. Around me, there is a concert of moaning and groaning.

Is it after one hour, half a night? i don’t know, but i feel myself sinking into darkness after so many climaxes. His power fuck is so overwhelming that i can’t stand it anymore, but i know that begging Him to stop not an option, as He will stop only after He releases His warm nice sperm into me.

Suddenly i feel His hips tremble and rock uncontrollably, and there in my subconscious, i feel my womb engulfed with His hot spunk. From the depths of my being, i cry out, over all sounds and cries in the basement, "my Lord, my Lord i love You. i am Yours."

Finally, when He is fully spent, He bends over and whispers in my ear, “I'll breed you and you'll carry Lady's child. No human will use your cunt until your pregnancy."

After He pulls out, i feel so exhausted. Still hanging from this beam, a hole is pierced through each of my cunt-lips bringing fresh screams of agony to my lips, but surprisingly little blood, and a padlock is shoved in, closing off my cunt for cocks.

i am only partly aware that i am led into a small cell at the back of the basement, happy in the knowledge that it is now certified that i belong to Him, and that He wants me to be pregnant. And happy to have endured yet more suffering for my Lord. i hate the pain when it is being inflicted on me and i get very scared when i know that i am to be whipped or tortured, but always afterwards, i feel glad to have been able to demonstrate, through my suffering, my devotion to my Owner, my Master, my Lord. 

Now, although my body is wracked with pain from the tortures inflicted on me, I am overjoyed at the events this evening. This ceremony has bound me, a mere slave to my Lord as surely as if it had been a legal wedding.

i watch through the bars of my cell door, the negligee, now ragged and torn, around my hips. The party goes on, with Him now using and torturing, together with the other men and a few of the women, all of the female submissives available into the very early hours.