For my Lord

Chapter 16 – The Hole

Yes, i spoke out of turn and showed disrespect to my betters; which, i should know by now, is everyone. But i was shocked to my core when my Lord said that i was to be punished by seven days in the hole. Immediately, i thought of the hole in the woods where i was buried up to my neck for two days. There would be no way that i could survive that for a week. And when i protested, my Lord increased my sentence to twelve days. Lesson learned, i kept my mouth shut.

And so now, The Butler takes hold of my arm and leads me out, calling on The Chauffeur to lend a hand. They take me out to the back of the back of the house to a place where there is a manhole cover in the ground. With a word to me to stay where i am, the two Men lift the heavy cover, revealing a small hole in the ground. The Butler orders me to get into the hole, which i do, finding that i have to curl up to fit in. to my dismay, the two Men then replace the cover, trapping me in this tiny, dark space.

With a sneering tone, The Butler calls out, “Enjoy yourself in there,” as They leave me alone in this hell-hole. There are ventilation slits, which allow in just a little light, just enough so that i can differentiate between day and night. Not that i can’t tell anyway; even in late Summer, as the sun climbs it gets terribly hot in the hole. But then as it drops dark outside, it becomes very cold for me, as i lie, curled up and shivering, naked, in my tiny prison.

All day and all night, i lie here. Although i do manage to get a little sleep, i am crying most of the time, partly because of my situation but also because i know that i have disappointed my Lord by my behaviour and He is angry with me.

Almost without me realising, my hand wanders between my thighs and to my cunt, two, then three fingers slipping inside and before i know it, i am frigging myself to climax. And not for the last time.

Sometime after a little daylight started to show though the slits, i hear voices. The cover is lifted up. “Please let me out!” i beg. But instead, a bowl of porridge and a pail of water are lowered down to me and the cover is immediately replaced. The Men don’t say a single word to me. And i am left alone in my misery again.

Realising that i have not eaten for, maybe, 24 hours, i devour the porridge and drink deeply of the water. Perhaps i should not have eaten all the food because i find out that the one bowl of porridge is all i get for the whole day. Also, have drunk most of the water, there comes the problem of needing to urinate. Try as i might, the pressure in my bladder grows and grows until i can no longer hold it and i piss myself. All of which adds to my misery and i find myself masturbating again and again to distract myself.

It is a chilly day and it starts to rain. Water seeps in through the vents and drips on me. There is no way the escape and this all deepens my misery. Occasionally i doze, but most of my time is passed crying or frigging myself.

The night is so cold that try as i might, it is hard to sleep, although eventually i do drift off and when i awake, it is daylight outside this cold, dark hell.

The men come again with my food and water and, again, i am so hungry that i can’t help but eat all the porridge straight away. It is cold and tastes disgusting, but i am so hungry that i don’t care.

It warms up in the hole and with food in my belly i manage to sleep for a while. But when i wake, it is terribly hot in the hole and it is starting to smell badly. Again i cry and again my hand finds its way between my thighs and to my sloppy cunt. The day passes so slowly as i pass the time sleeping and frigging myself until eventually night comes.

Some time after dark I hear raucous voices and then the cover is lifted and i look up hopefully. The shapes of two men are just visible and for a moment i think that maybe they are going to release me, but they just laugh and suddenly i feel two streams of warm acrid liquid cascading down on me. Without a word, they finish and lower the cover before walking away laughing as a fresh wave of tears comes to my eyes.

Time is losing all meaning. In the world outside this terrible prison, it is either light or dark, warm or cold. There is either food – always the horrible cold porridge – or the bowl is empty. How many days have i been down here? By now i have no idea, i just lie here, not even frigging myself anymore. Always my hand rests on my cunt, usually not moving, but occasionally languidly rubbing or maybe teasing my clit, but i have no energy to bring myself to a climax. All i know is that the smell in here is getting worse. At some stage, the cover had been raised and a bucket of faeces had been emptied over me.   

The cover is raised. It must be feeding time. But the men look strange, they are all white and have no faces. Instead of lowering the food bowl and water bucket, they kneel and reach down to grab my arms and pull me up.

By now, i am so disorientated that it takes a while for me to register that i am being released from the hole.

They lay me on the grass next the hole, and replace the iron cover. Then they take hold of my arms again and pull me upright. After all this time being curled up, my legs don’t function, i can’t even straighten them. So, the two men half carry / half drag me across to the stable block and they lay me down again, this time on hard, cold concrete.

One of them picks up a hose and directs and powerful jet of icy cold water at my filthy body. This jerks me back to something like consciousness and i instinctively try to roll away from the water stream and i realise that the men are wearing disposable overalls and face masks. The men take turns directing the hose at me and using a scrubbing brush on me until they are satisfied that all the filth has been washed away. Fortunately for me, The Men are not interested in causing me pain, only in getting me clean as quickly as They can, so They only use the scrubbing brush lightly on particularly filthy areas. Not like those women on the day of the hunt; They really hurt me.

Again, they pull me upright, this time leaning me against the wall and, with that support, i manage to stay on my feet, albeit very unsteadily. They use some rough old rags to dry most of the water from me and then walk away, leaving me shivering against the wall.

After about five minutes, they return, having taken off the overalls and masks and i now recognise them as being The Gardener and The Dog Handler. They again take hold of my arms and lead me, slowly, back towards the house. Although They are walking slowly, my feet are still not working properly, so that half the time they drag along the hard ground.

As W/we walk, They chat to each other.

“I still can’t believe that you left her in hole for fifteen days,” said The Dog Handler.

“Well, no-one told me to take her out,” replied The Gardner.  

“But you knew she was given twelve days?”

“Yes, but when no-one said anything about taking her out, I just guessed she had been given more time in there.”

“Well, no harm done. she’s tougher than she looks, this one.”

“she must be to take some of the punishment that she gets.”

They both laugh at this and then W/we walk on in silence; my legs and feet gradually becoming more co-ordinated as W/we go.

They take me to the kitchen, where The Chef puts a bowl of hot soup and a bowl of water down on the floor for me; although i am now allowed the privilege of walking upright, i am not permitted to use furniture, so i still have to eat and drink from bowls on the floor.

As He pushes me down towards the bowls, He tells me, “home made vegetable soup, made from our left-overs. Too good for the likes of you, in my opinion. But, I suppose we have to think about that brat you’re carrying.”

It might only be soup made from left-overs, but i am so hungry that it tastes like the best food in the world to me and i slurp it up greedily as The Chef, The Gardener and The Handler sit with cups of coffee and watch me.

The Gardener starts up, “I’ll tell you, I’ve missed her holes,” gesturing in my direction.

“You’ve had the maid to keep you happy, and she’s been well used by His Lordship while cumface has been in the hole,” points out The Chef.

“Mmmm, very true, but there’s something about this one…”

“Yes, very talented mouth, she’s got,” adds The Dog Handler, “and I’m going to have that mouth as soon as she finished her soup.”

“Me too,” sniggered The Gardener.

No matter how often it happens, i can’t get used to people talking about me like that as if I wasn’t there, and i blush terribly as i finish my soup and turn to the water bowl.

The Dog Handler orders me to crawl across to Him and makes me kneel between His spread thighs. “Take it out and suck it, bitch. Let’s see if you remember how to suck cock.”

Doing as ordered, i unfasten His trousers and take out His already hard cock, stroking and kissing it before taking it deep into my mouth. So soon after my ordeal in the hole, my mind is still fuzzy and not fully on the job in hand and, after a few minutes, The Man grabs my hair and pulls my head back, slapping me hard across the face, left then right, shouting, "Come on, bitch. you can do better than that. Suck it, you fucking slut!”

Tears come to my eyes as i re-double my efforts and concentrate on giving Him the best blowjob and i am soon rewarded by a thick wad of hot spunk jetting into the back of my mouth.

The Gardener beckons me over to Him and i give Him a repeat performance and again i am soon the recipient of jets of burning cum down my throat.

The Chef wants my mouth too, and i must crawl across and kneel before Him. He grabs my hair with both hands and roughly pulls my mouth onto His rampant cock. He continues, pulling me back and forth, raping my mouth and throat until, with a groan, He cums directly down my throat and I feel the burning as His spunk trickles down to join that already in my stomach. He then pulls my mouth off His cock and shoves me away, sending me sprawling across the tile floor.

Although there are tears in my eyes, there is a faint smile on my lips. Crazy as it might seem, i have missed being used like this and i have also missed the feel of a good hard cock in my mouth and the taste of lovely hot spunk as i greedily drink it down.

Just as i am kneeling back up and dutifully thanking The Men for using my mouth, The Chef brings a jar of white goo from the fridge. “The Handler has had the maid wanking the dogs just for you,” He laughs. He opens the jar and pulls my head back by my hair. “Open wide,” He orders and i do as i am told. Then He pours the contents of the jar into my mouth. “Dog sperm, and all for you. We thought you might need the protein after your time in the hole.” All three laugh heartily at this great joke.

Try as i might, to drink it all down, some of the spunk trickles from my mouth and drips onto the floor. Needless to say, i am made to lick it up as The Chef puts His foot on the back of my head to push my face to the floor.

After a while, The Men lead me down to the cellar and lock me in my cage. This is the first time i have been in my cage since it became known that i was pregnant. Although the cage is not much bigger than the space i had in the hole, i curled up and, with a full stomach, i quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Some time later, i have no idea how much later, i am woken up by being prodded through the bars of the cage. The Doctor is here to check me over. The cage door is opened and i am ordered out and made to lie on a table in the corner. The Doctor examines me and pronounces me none the worse for my incarceration in the hole and, as He says, more importantly, there are no ill effects to the baby.

Then, as is usual, He spreads my legs, takes out His stubby cock and fucks me, making me clean Him with my mouth afterwards. He returns me to the cage and walks up the stairs, leaving me alone and in the darkness of the cellar, as if it was an everyday occurrence for Him to shag a naked and pregnant slave and then to lock her up in a tiny cage.  

For the next few days, i spend most of my time in my cage and i can’t help but wonder about the baby.

Of course, i know that if it is a boy, he will be taken and raised as the son and heir of my Lord and His Lady. He will grow up seeing me, His natural mother, as a naked slave, to be whipped and tortured and used. And when He grows up, will He whip me, i wonder?

And if it is a girl, will she be raised as a slave? When she grows up, will i have to watch as she is whipped and used? Will she take my place as my Lord’s slave?

That is, of course, if i am still kept here. By the time my child is 16, I will be in my mid forties. Perhaps I will have been sold by then, made to work in a cheap brothel or filmed in another torture movie, a snuff movie even!

Chapter 17 – The Lady

As i am now pregnant, the padlock is no longer required in the pierced holes in my cunt lips. In its place i now wear two rings, similar to my nipple rings.

A few days after my confinement in the pit, The Butler comes for me and tells me to follow Him. As i haven’t been whipped since before the charity auction and, for once, my body is free from welts, i expect that i am to be taken down to the cellar to be tied to the post for a whipping.

Instead, The Butler leads me to The Lady’s private room. He knocks on the door and on hearing the word, “enter,” He opens the door and ushers me inside, closing the door behind me. Glancing around nervously, i see The Lady, of course, and the woman politician. Both are naked.

The Lady, Herself is not thin and scrawny as i had imagined, but slim and toned, athletic almost. By contrast, the politician Lady is stunning, with full firm breasts, a slim waist, flared hips and long well toned legs; as enticing naked as She is elegant when fully clothed. She is carrying a thick, mean looking bullwhip. It is then that i notice the pretty maid, who is curled up, sobbing, in the corner. It is obvious that the bullwhip has been used on the maid as her body is striped and welted from shoulders to her knees.

Momentarily, i am shocked by the appearance of the maid and i am unsure of what is expected of me. So, after a moments hesitation, i approach The Lady and kneel before Her with my back straight, my knees spread wide, head bowed and hands clasped behind my head, my tits thrust out, as i am now required to present myself to my Lord. The Lady approaches. She grabs and pinches my tit flesh. Of course i don’t say a word, not even whimper.

"This is the whore who will give birth to my child, Angel," She says to Her friend.

Angel? This is the woman who so horribly tortured the previous maid, and apparently still does with the new one. How can her name be Angel? Can a woman be more inappropriately named?

"She seems in good physical shape and well trained," answers Angel. The two women discuss me as if i am not here.

"Good physically, yes, the other day she took a black stallion’s cock in her cunt. But well trained? I think there is still a job to do there," The Lady grins, “Although I understand from the Lord that slowly she is turning into a nymphomaniac. Let’s have a look." The Lady slips two fingers along my cunt lips, "Well indeed, she drips and she's hot over there,"

Angel laughs, "You know men, when a slut spreads her legs they think she is trained, but the real training must be done by females."

At these words She approaches me and strokes Her hand between my legs finding the same wet and hot slit.
                                                                                                         "Indeed, and let’s start right away." The Lady grabs me by the hair, pulls me to my feet and leads me across to a broad couch, forcing me to lie down on my back, face up, my head over the arm-rest. The Lady positions Herself over my face and clenches my head between Her thighs, Her swollen cunt-lips over my face, mouth and lips. Slowly She rides me, while She claws at my tits and nipples with both hands. Then i feel hands, Angel’s, spread my legs wide and two, then three fingers slip inside me. And She doesn’t stop until Her fist is inside me. Indeed, because i am already wet, Her fist goes in easily.                                                     
                                                                                                              "This slut is indeed very hot," i hear vaguely, as The Lady’s thighs muffle my ears. The fisting makes me gasp, and although i am used to my Lord's fisting, a female hand is different, smaller and able to penetrate deeper. At each thrust from the fist, my hips buck to meet the lust building inside me. The increasing gyrations of The Lady riding my face together with the deeper thrusts of the fisting combine to make my lust increase. Then suddenly in an explosion, Angel does something evil deep inside me, hurting me like hell.

The Lady is obviously thrilled by the howling and shouting coming from my mouth into her wet pussy. Angel’s fisting makes my hips buck, thrust high in the air in search of relief of this horrible agony. What is that? A nail, a hidden needle, a wasp? Whatever it is, as a female, Angel knows how to find the most sensitive point in me to cause maximum pain. In vain i writhe and twist to try to escape from the fist and from The Lady who rides me and cums on my agony. Without consideration, Angel roughly pulls Her fist out, stretching my cunt lips to the outmost. Like a snake, i squirm on the couch, my head firmly held between The Lady’s thighs in Her raging orgasm.

Slowly, my pain subdues and the maid is forced lay down opposite me, our legs spread and crossing each other so that our cunts are pushed together, her red bruised cunt-lips, bloodstained, clenched to mine, glowing, swollen and still trembling from the agony i had just suffered. In Her turn, Angel rides the face of the maid. Four women on the couch, two Dominants and two submissives, each building in O/our heated excitement. The Lady and Angel bend to each other and kiss passionately, while riding the faces of two slaves. Soon they cum, smearing the faces of the maid and myself with Their juices. Even the maid has an orgasm but i, knowing my Lord’s requirements of me, fight and manage to resist, although the terrible pain between my thighs fades into wet hot lust.

"Indeed she has a lot to learn," said the Lady, "but certainly she has potential." She moves to me and fondles between my open legs, saying to me, "certainly your licking and pleasing me has to improve, and your fuck-holes need training, but we'll start in the morning."

The maid, meanwhile, is chased away by Angel by beating her with a cane and i am ordered to my cage in the cellar. But, as i am walking towards the door my mind is working overtime and i request permission to speak and The Lady nods.

Nervously, i start, “my Lady, i have always tried to be the best slave for my Lord. But if You believe that i will be improved by further training, then i gladly submit myself to You and i will happily endure any pain and suffering that You see fit to cause me. i want to suffer for You so that i can be a worthy slave.”

“Good,” She replies, coldly, “tomorrow then.” And She dismisses me with a wave of Her hand.

“Insolent slut!” spits Angel as i close the door and stand outside listening as Angel continues. “Who does she think she is? ‘Want to suffer’. I know sluts like this. You need to be very strict with her. The trouble is, men see a few tears and hear a few screams and they get hard and all they want is to stick their dicks in one of her fuck-holes. What she needs is the firm hand of a woman.”

“You are right. The bitch thinks she’s something special just because she wears My Husband’s brand-mark and now she’s carrying His baby. she’s had it too easy for too long. There isn’t even a single whip mark on her body.”

“Not like your pretty little maid.” Laughed Angel.

“Ah yes, I’ve grown quite fond of my little maid; very enthusiastic in bed! But even she needs to be disciplined, to be reminded of her place. But this… this cumface is another matter. she wants to suffer for me does she? Well she’ll get her wish granted soon enough.”

As i creep away to my cage my heart sinks. If i had thought for a moment that life might get easier now that i am pregnant, it would appear that i am mistaken. 

Things are about to change in the House and not in a good way for me.

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As promised, The Lady starts my new training regime the next day. And the training is always be when my Lord is absent, mostly during the daytime. Evening and nights are His, daytime, i am to be Hers.

"So you think you are a good slave for your Lord? Do not be mistaken, spreading your legs is what any female can do. I'll train you into a perfect sex, lustslave!” At these words She slides Her hand and fingers between my spread legs, cupping my mound and fingering my slit. "At least you are juicy, a good start."

That is something that i have noticed about myself lately; always i am wet, stimulated and ready for sex. Sometimes a mere touch by my Lord makes me explode into heavy orgasm. Perhaps it is because i am denied orgasms at any other time than when i am with my Lord.

In the middle of the room is a stool and in the middle of the seat there is a pin like a golf tee. Here The Lady has put a ball, like a kind of billiard ball. She tapes an electrical wire to each of my nipples. In one hand She holds the electro-box, in the other a riding crop.

"Now little cumwhore, squat over the ball and let it slide into your snatch and keep it therein."

Following The Lady’s order, i squat over the ball and lower myself, and amazingly, as i am already oozing wetness, the ball slides in. The Lady shoves the stool away.                                                                                     

"Don’t let it drop slut!"

Immediately i understand what Her intention is and i try in vain to work my inner muscles to keep the ball inside. But i am too wet and after a moment the ball drops on the floor, She sends a jolt of electricity through my nipples, a searing pain.

"Take it up and restart." She orders.

The ball has rolled away and i pick it up to put again on the stool. Again i squat and push down and let the ball slip in. This time i manage to keep the ball inside me for a few seconds, in fear, of course, of the electrical jolts She gives me. This exercise continues the whole morning and i am cropped and shocked every time the ball slips out of my juicy cunt. Sweating and exhausted i am dismissed for the day and i am allowed to take off for a shower, cold water of course.

Although my nipples are sore and ache from the electrical shocks, my ass is criss-crossed with marks from the crop and my cunt-lips are soaked and sore from trying to hold onto the ball, my clit is erect and throbbing.

The training continues every day for the rest of the week as my Lord is away, and into the following week. Finally in the second week i am able to keep the ball inside, but it is not enough for Her. She moves me on to the next stage of training.

"Now, squat wide spread." i do as told with the ball inside my cunt, "And up." And i stand. This new exercise is hard as when i squat, my thighs are spread wide apart, and it requires a great effort to keep the ball inside. This exercise also causes my thigh muscles to ache most painfully, but The Lady ignores my obvious distress, always using the crop or the electro-shocks to drive me on.

"Squat... up... squat... up... squat." At the fourth time of squatting, i loose the ball, and immediately a jolt of electricity again sends its terrible pain through my tortured tits. But i am allowed no respite The Lady commands me to retake the position.

"Squat... up... squat... up... squat." The rhythm of the exercise is emphasised by a riding crop, which slaps repeatedly on my ass cheeks.

"Squat... up... squat... up... squat... up. Imagine how well your cunt will work on the Lord's pumping Cock!"

Again when the exercise is over i am exhausted, my thigh muscles are burning and my body gleams with perspiration but i am also fully excited, soaked and so needy. Secretly under the shower, ignoring the coldness of the water, i rub urgently at my engorged clit. Although i know this is not allowed, the heat is so terrible that i simply can’t resist.

After weeks of this strict training regime, when my internal muscles are well trained, a hook is screwed into the ball. The Lady adds weights to the hook and the training starts anew. But now, each morning before the training starts The Lady rubs some ointment on my clit-hood which immediately sends a burning heat through my entire vaginal area, making my juices run freely. The Lady ignores my groans as the fiery ointment burns hotter and hotter She is determined to make me the perfect sex slave for Her Husband. After days of this ointment being applied, my clit-hood is super sensitive, and my clit had grown. A mere touch of my clit now sends jolts of indescribable sensations through my loins and i am desperate for my Lord’s beautiful Cock – any cock - to fill my needy fuck-hole.

Sometimes the training is interrupted and The Lady makes me lie down on my back. The Lady then straddles my head and rides my face until She reaches Her orgasm. This makes me so frustrated and one time when the feelings in my cunt and clit become too much, and i am on the edge of climax, i beg The Lady for allowance to cum. At once Her eyes freeze and she snarls coldly, "Follow me!"

She leads me along the corridor to a room i have never been in before. Inside this room there is a wooden bed with steel rings along both sides and at top and bottom. On both sides there are poles with rings to lift my legs or arms. There is also a kind of massive wooden trestle which i could be bent over - or even bent backwards - spread legs and wrists tied to the legs. In the corner there is a pillory where i have to kneel, legs wide spread and ankles locked into two holes. An overhead beam with rings to fit wrists or ankles and a rack with bars where i could be bound on different ways complete the furnishings of the torture room.

She leads me to the trestle and orders me to bend over it then with my ankles and wrists strapped to the trestle legs, She takes up a bamboo cane hits my ass cheeks viciously until they bleed and are mashed to raw meat.

The cane can be a fearsome weapon when in the hand of an expert, but who would have thought that The Lady, being so slight, could apply the cane with such force? But She gives me a such a terrible beating that it takes three weeks before i can sit again after this thrashing and i never ask Her for permission to cum again. In this time the training continues uninterrupted although my tears flow almost continuously with the agony i am feeling from my thrashed ass.

Satisfied that the training of my cunt muscles is going well, The Lady introduces various distracting torments. She inserts a small thrill egg with remote control into my cunt. Now with the ball and the weights the exercises are terrible. As clearly i am not allowed to cum, i must concentrate hard because She mostly has the egg switched on and vibrating deep within my slutty cunt. Another ingenious device that She introduces is the vibe butterfly, which sends vibrations thrilling on my pubis during the whole exercise. The Lady also hangs weights on my nipples and cunt-lips with clover clamps. She clearly enjoys seeing my tears of pain and frustration as She works me hard at the never-ending exercises.

The muscle training has turned my cunt into a well trained sex organ. But also, my clit hood has become more and more sensitive due to the burning ointment treatments. The Lady now occasionally adds a cunt pump; the feeling of it is overwhelming as it works to enhance my puffy swollen juicy cunt-lips.

At other times, She ties me face down on the rack. The Lady shoves vacuum cups onto my dangling tits, first to stimulate and enhance my nipples, later to stimulate the milk production. While i am tied on the rack, she applies a suction cup to my clit just for Her own amusement. It stimulates me to the very edge of cumming but after that savage caning i have to fight hard to control myself. And no protest is possible, as She shoves a dildo deep into my mouth and tells me to suck on it.

When The Lady considers my training to be progressing far enough, She turns Her attention to my oral skills and She sets up another device. My Lord and all the other men that i have served had seemed well satisfied with my mouth and throat and i always considered myself to be a skilled and enthusiast cock-sucker, but i’m not about to debate this with The Lady. She sets up a pole on which a huge dildo is mounted horizontally; with numbers and lines painted on it.

With the ball inside my cunt and the weights hanging down, i am made to take position on my knees, my wrists cuffed behind my back. The dildo is lubed with fat. "Suck it!" is the terse command. So, of course, i start taking the plastic cock into my mouth. But it isn’t that easy. The dildo is so thick and so slippery with the fat and i can’t use my hands that i have to work hard to get it fully into my mouth. The cock is angled slightly down, so i have to work “up the hill". Now i start to understand why there are numbers on the dildo, as at the first attempt, i reached only the first three centimetres, already enough to spread my jaw painfully. Meanwhile my internal cunt muscles continue to work on holding in the ball with weights and The Lady is cropping my ass in a ceaseless rhythm.

It is harder with this plastic dildo than with a real cock of flesh since the dildo is rigid and there is no ‘give’ and it is also much thicker than the average real cock. At first i gag and choke on this huge tool, but i am made to take it into my throat again and again, with The Lady holding my head and often pinching my nose closed. And She permits me only a few moments to splutter and gasp for air. But i make progress and by the end of the week i manage to take the cock deep into my throat without gagging, holding my breath and keeping the monster dildo deep in my throat for at least a minute each time and repeating the act over and over again while swallowing with the cock in my throat. Apparently this creates pulses against the cock which will add to the pleasure of any man who i am honoured to service orally. Certainly The Lady knows how to train a whore like me.

But The Lady is not yet satisfied and my training goes further. Weighted clamps on my cunt-lips, after having them pumped up with the suction cup, a huge butt plug, thrill eggs and balls with weights, and still the butterfly vibe. All these are applied before The Lady has me belly dancing, copying the moves from a DVD and slashing me with the crop when i get it wrong. The Lady explains that the exercises on my hips, belly and hip joints is perfect training to have a slave ride on her Lord's cock which would last for ages and give Him great pleasure with my newly learned techniques.

Once in a while, mostly when Angel is present, the maid is part of the scenery. First in the corporal punishment room and then after, a harsh beating, caning and cropping further in the room where she was sexually used. The two Ladies order me to fist the maid, which i do of course, but the maid isn’t lubed beforehand and it causes her great pain. After my practice of fisting her cunt i learn how to fist her ass at the same time as her cunt. When i succeed in fisting her womb i penetrate her ass. She howls in absolute agony from the two stretched holes and i hate causing her this pain. Meanwhile the two Ladies abuse her tits and nipples.

Once a week i am taken to see The Doctor for a check up, and i really hate the Man, although i dare not show it. After the check up He lays me face up on His desk, spits on His cock, and roughly shags me, His drooling bad breath in my face. Of course i don’t complain. But now with my cunt muscles so well trained He shags me harder and longer.

The training has been relentless but as time goes on, some afternoons there is no training. Instead, The Lady has me arranged as a piece of living art. Either fully naked, with or without stocking, mostly topless, but sometimes a half cup bra; the stockings are sometimes held up by clips on my cunt-lips. The Lady has an impressive collection of toys, so apart from the egg and the butterfly vibe She has a variety of chastity belts, all genuine and tormenting, as the inner side is mostly covered with knobs or pins, a little dildo, or even needles. Combined with the egg, the pain and lust is overwhelming.

At various times, The Lady has me arranged sitting in the entrance hall, legs tied up to my wrists behind a pillar, my gaping cunt fully exposed to all to see. Or in The Lady's tea room i am bent over, my head and shoulders back between my spread legs, and i am made to stay in this painfully exposed position for many hours. Another time my arms are bound, spread wide, to a horizontal bar, i am lifted, and my ankles bound to the same bar, and a pole with spiky plant, a kind of cactus, just touching my pussy lips. Or i may be displayed in front of The Lady's friends on the table, with my wrists bound to my ankles. All of them mocking and talking about me and my exposed body to my intense humiliation. Or just on my knees, bound, spread and open to Their inspection.

Mostly when i am displayed like this, i have the thrill egg inside me, or i am wearing the vibe butterfly, always on remote control. These torments are terrible as the thrills push me towards climax, but i am too afraid to let myself go and i have to fight hard to control myself, often with sweat pouring from me, plastering my hair to my forehead.

And very often, when The Lady is not present, the male members of the household will take advantage of the situation by having quickies with me. One or two will be on watch while the third stuffs in his cock into the most convenient fuck-hole and fills me with his seed, the other two then taking their turn. The Butler can be very hard and rough with me, sometimes even spitting in my face when He has finished fucking me. Of course, this is my position and function in this house: a sex slave. And, in fact i probably have a better time of it than the maid who is now beaten regularly, has her work to do and is also used as a sex toy by these men; although i think that she enjoys the last bit.

Sometimes, when The Lady releases me from the restraints, She notices a pool of juice on the floor, leaked from the men who used me and emptied their wad into me. "Aha, you like this, don’t you?" maybe thinking it is my own juices, or maybe She knows the truth. Regardless, with Her foot on the back of my neck, She forces me down on all fours with my face to the floor and She makes me lick the spot clean.

On days when the weather is warm and sunny, The Lady likes to entertain Her friends outside in the garden. There, one time, i am tied hanging in a tree, my arms stretched out in a sort of crucifixion position and my feet drawn up and tied so that the soles are together. Thus my legs are made to form a diamond shape with my thighs splayed and my cunt openly displayed. Flies and wasps surround me, attracted by a sweet sugary paste that The Lady has had smeared on my body, especially my tits and exposed cunt. Again the vibrating egg constantly works away maddeningly, deep in my womb.

It is getting hotter and sweat pours from my forehead, trickling down my face and mingling with my tears. Already suffering, i hang my head and look down at my tits, lifted and flattened against my chest, below them, my stomach is hollowed beneath my rib cage, even allowing for my now evident small baby bump. And always those damn insects buzzing around my gaping cunt and my tits.

The strain on my shoulders and arms is increasing and to try to ease the pain, i use my well trained thigh muscles to haul myself upright.

“Look,” shrills one of The Lady’s guests, “she’s doing the crux dance.”

“I knew she would… sooner or later,” commented another.

For a few moments, lost in the haze of my agony, i had forgotten about The Ladies. But now, i look up and watch as some of Them pick up their wine glasses and move closer to gather beneath me, the better to enjoy my torture. But not too close, after all They don’t want to risk getting bitten or stung by these infernal insects.

They discuss the finer points of my torment but, lost as i am in my private world of pain, i don’t register Their words. But i am aware enough to see that some of Them are taking photographs and videos of me as i hang in agony from the tree.

After a while, my leg muscles can hold me up no longer and i sink back down, my shoulders and arms once again taking the strain. But i can’t bear that for long and soon i am rising and lowering and turning from side to side in a desperate but vain attempt to ease my agony. Indeed, it must appear as if i am performing some bizarre dance as i hang from the tree.

How long i am left hanging there, i have no idea. But by the time i am taken down i am only semi-conscious and am babbling incoherently.

Only partly aware of what i am doing, i struggle to my knees and elbows and i kiss The Lady’s feet. Thereafter, at the end of each of these gatherings, i am untied and made to crawl to each of The Ladies and kiss the feet of each one.

At other times, The Lady has me bound by my collar, bent over a fence with my arms crossed and tied behind my back, my ass and cunt open all to see, and available for use by the household men. Their spunk trickles down my thighs as i remain on display.

Or i am on the ground, with my arms pulled back under my body, pulled and bound backwards to a tree, while my ankles are pulled up over my body and bound to my collar. Usually a dildo will be protruding from my cunt while a thick plug stretches my ass.

Although less frequently now, i am still required to service The Dogs. A routine has developed and i must present myself to The Handler telling Him why i am there. He always asks if i am to be whipped to which my answer is that it is at His discretion. He appraises my naked body, selecting the least marked area and ties me to the fence accordingly. He always brings out The Dogs to watch before He administers my flogging.

After releasing me, He orders me to all fours and for the next two or three hours, The Dogs have Their way with me as i struggle to keep from climaxing, as i am desperate to do. Being denied an orgasm leaves me terribly frustrated and when The Dogs are satisfied, They leave me craving more. Four Dogs? i need eight or ten or twelve!

Always, The Handler places the bowl under me to catch any of The Dogs’ spunk that oozes from my cunt or ass. Without being told, i pull the bowl forward and greedily slurp up all that delicious Dog jism, even reaching back and using my fingers to scoop up any that remains in my cunt, slurping it all into my mouth.

Wanting still more, i crawl over to The Handler and kneel before Him, silently begging with lust crazed eyes to be allowed to suck Him. With a nod, He gives permission and i quickly open His flies and take Him deep into my mouth, using my newly learned skills to pleasure Him until He gives me the gift of His precious cum which i drink down gratefully.

After making sure that i have swallowed every drop and have cleaned Him, i respectfully close His trousers and thank Him profusely before returning to the house.

It must be acknowledged that the training given to me by The Lady has been successful. Constantly aroused and consumed by lust, i have been turned into the perfect nymphomaniac; a sex slave longing only for release by my Lord. And each time i am in His hands i have endless non stop orgasms, my body shaking violently and uncontrollably until i am totally exhausted and i collapse as limp as a rag doll. Of course, this makes me happy, as my Lord doesn’t miss an opportunity to fuck me. And, of course, He drives me to multiple orgasms every time. my Lord’s saying power is truly astounding. He literally fucks me senseless, time after time. For which i am truly grateful.

But even this is not enough for me and sometimes, secretly, i bring myself off, as the constant need is just too much for me to resist. This would surely mean terrible punishment if i was to be caught, but i just can’t help myself.

Meanwhile, of course, there is a baby growing inside me and there is a slight swell to my belly. Vaguely, i am made to understand that it should be a boy, a male heir to inherit The Lord and Lady's wealth. But at this point i am not too concerned by this, consumed as i am by my constant need for my Lord’s Cock. Nothing else matters except my Lord’s pleasure and my craving for sex… and more sex!