For my Lord

Chapter 21 – The Bal Masque

It does not take long before the maid is replaced. The new girl is a stunning brunette; early twenties, tight spankable ass, firm tits and dark curly hair. For me, it is worrying that she is so very pretty and has high sex appeal; especially as, with only a few weeks until i give birth, i feel so big and dumpy. Since the maid’s arrival, i feel that she is a strong competitor to me. The Men of the house ignore me more and more and use her happily. This is to be expected, i suppose; she is young, slim, beautiful and enthusiastic, while i am the size of a house. But i can’t help but feel envious.

Even my Lord regularly takes her to His bed. It is scant consolation that more than once He takes both of us to His bed. Face to face, we are made to lick each other’s face. Then, when our mouth and lips are wet with saliva He shoves His beloved Cock in between. Fingering each other while His Cock is teased and worshiped between the two tongues and two pairs of lips is clearly very arousing but it takes Him hours before climaxing. Then, both our faces fully spunked, we have to lick each other clean holding His precious nectar in our mouths before finishing with snowballing: drooling His semen into each other’s mouth.

It soon becomes clear that the maid is a true masochist. When she is beaten, flogged or even tortured she begs, it was not clear whether it she is begging for more or not. And she bears the pain with such serenity, just a gasp or a low groan escaping from her throat as the lash strikes before she setting herself for the next stroke. This is a hard time for me, as the girl appears to be taking my place in my Lord’s affections and i am afraid this may mean the end for me after giving birth to my Lord's heir.

Sometimes i try to get close to the maid, like trying to seek her in her bed to cuddle and fondle her or more, like i would with the previous maid. But this one makes it very clear that these moments would be at her choosing, and not mine.

One day the maid enters my cell as i am resting and without a word, she straddles my head and lowers her wet pussy onto my face, then bending and burying her nose and lips into my cunt. She gladly announces that there is to be a bal masqué. About once every five years this ball is held. The previous one was before my time here, although i had heard about it.

At this party there are to be about five or six females for about sixty to seventy male guests. The females are completely naked except very high heels and their face which is hidden behind a mask. Any treatment of the females is allowed except removing the mask or revealing their identity. In my position, with my huge belly, i would, of course, be easily identified and i shivered, knowing what atrocities the Men could do. The idea is that They can abuse to the extreme as they have no idea who the females are.

On the day itself, i feel awkward with my huge baby belly. The maid and the other girls are all so beautiful and ready for what is coming. What Man will want to use me in this condition when these other naked beauties are available? Most of the girls are recognisable to me, they were present during my visit to the forest brothel or at the charity slave auctions and i assume that they are all owned slaves, like myself. But there is one girl that i don’t recognise, and to my amazement Lady Angel is amongst the females. So this Lady is a switch! Now i understand why it is strictly forbidden to reveal the slut's face. Imagine if Lady Angel were recognised, such an important politician.

The evening begins with the naked sluts serving drinks and wandering amongst the guests. Groping hands here, pinching fingers there, the atmosphere starts to be heated.

On her knees, one is surrounded by six Men and she turns from one to another as she sucks Their cocks. Each time, just before He would shoot she moves on to the next until They can hold back no longer and They all release Their jism over her upturned face and hair.

Another girl is kneeling on a chair, her hands behind her head as her ass cheeks are harshly caned. Then, i recognise the maid, she is held against a table; her tits resting on a wooden platter as two nails are driven through each tit and into the wood. The stud that pierces her tongue is replaced by a ring. A chain connects the tongue ring and the tray and in this way she is made to serve drinks.

Perhaps in consideration for my condition, i am not whipped but the Men do use my holes, all of three of them. But every time, They come too soon, leaving me highly aroused but unable to achieve a (secret) orgasm.

In a corner a petite brunette is forced down by a well trained Rottweiler who then humps her with deep strong thrusts, ignoring her screams and pleas as a group of about a dozen Men watch.

On a small table, Lady Angel (as She still is to me, even in Her role as a submissive) is tied; her head dangling over the edge, her legs widespread as She is fucked roughly in Her pussy and her mouth. Meanwhile, Her areolas are being pierced by big needles and hot wax dripped all over Her body.

A slut is suspended upside down by her ankles, a baseball bat protrudes from her well stretched twat and she is being bullwhipped by four Men at the same time.

All the guests are clearly having a good time and the atmosphere builds with most of the Men completely naked and all the sluts fully used, including me. As a good host, my Lord mingles amongst the crowd, suggesting here how to use a slut to maximum effect, there handing a device or whip or cane to a guest to give the slut what she deserved.

Suddenly i freeze. my Lord is standing with a group of… all my brothers, two uncles and some other male relatives! The worst is that my Lord gestured to me to come over to the group. In vain, i look around to see whether i could escape or that He meant someone else, no it is definitely me that He is calling over. Thank God for the mask that is obscuring the upper part of my face.

Nervously carrying a tray of drinks, i approach the group. There to my humiliation, my Lord gropes between my legs, fingering my cunt and rubbing my clit while commenting about me to the group; what a whore i am, and telling Them about the dogs and the horse that have used my holes.

"But we know her; she is the whore we shagged at that history day event."

"So you know her, go ahead, have fun with her," and the Lord moved on leaving naked with the Men of my family.

There was no way i could escape and i dare not speak for fear that They would surely recognise my voice; so i have no alternative but to allow Them to have Their way with me. All of Them started to grope my body, pinching my heavy swollen tits and swatting my ass. They push me down onto my knees and one by one shove Their cocks deep into my throat. Horny as they obviously are, They yank my hair and impatiently pull my head to another cock. Soon i am pushed down onto all fours and the first cock is shoved into my ready cunt. Many hands mould my milk-full tits, others grope my huge belly. They change position frequently and all take Their turn to use my juicy cunt. As i lost my dignity a long time ago, i let them use me with full submission. Without looking to whom a cock belongs, i suck it with full passion whenever one is presented to me. They pull back my head as They force Their gland deep into my throat. The Men get more and more ruthless; forcing my jaws painfully wide apart, They penetrate my mouth with two cocks at once while one straddles me and impales my arse while another squats from behind and thrusts deep into my womb.

Being used as a fuck object like this, i have a flash-back to when i was a student at university, at times being used nearly by four or five or even more male students.

One of my cousins lies on the floor and i am placed in a reverse cowgirl position with His huge pole in my tight arse. Then i am pushed back and an Uncle gets to His knees and begins to piston my spread cunt. A third sits over my chest and slides His cock, wetted by his spit and pre-cum, between my swollen, milk filled tits. A hand grabs my hair, arching my head back and a cock is stuffed into my mouth, muffling my moans.

Like a rag doll, i am tossed from one to another; many cocks using me for the whore i am. Endless and countless fuckings in my cunt and arse, the thin membrane stretching along the ramming shafts; deep throats in my gullet sometimes cutting off my air supply, i am passed on between many men. All the guests have a good time using the sluts in Their own way. Gangbang for me, dogs for the little brunette, painful for angel with needles, clover clamps and hot wax, harsh whipping for another. But the "queen" of the evening is the new maid. Any torture, any dog, any rough fuckings, any gangbang, any flogging, any abuse, she appears to love and she beg endlessly for more.

Hours later, all the Men have emptied themselves, some of them more than once; all of us sluts are completely worn out and lie exhausted all over the room. But apparently the always ball ends with the ranking of the sluts used, and with the reward appropriate to the ranking.

It comes as no great surprise when the last place goes to… me. The penalty for the last place is simple and effective: i am the only one who has to take off the mask! And so i am laid down in the centre of the room on a platform and my mask removed. All my family and related Men roar and mock when They recognise Their sister that They had so ruthless used. Never in my life have i felt so degraded and humiliated, being impaled by a horse or hung upside down in the Farmer’s slurry pit was nothing compared to being revealed to my family and relatives. Desperately, i look around the room trying to find some support from my Lord, but He is out of sight, no doubt enjoying this, the deepest humiliation He has inflicted to His pregnant slut. There is little doubt that He arranged this.

The second act is that all Men come and surround me and piss on me. Incredibly, my brothers delight in aiming Their jets of hot acrid piss on my face; cheering and shouting clapping each other on the shoulder as They did. Someone uses clamps to spread my cunt and ass and some of the Men piss in there. Another clamp is used on my mouth, forcing it open and obliging me to gulp down the Men's piss. When all had Their turn i crawl away, crying, out of sight in a corner.

As the next ranking comes, i am forgotten and A/all looked to the next. This next girl next has it easy as she is only have a forced orgasm on a sybian, her legs tied together, while she is arched backwards and then she has to clean a dog’s cock with her mouth. The following is bound spread-eagled, and dogs lick her pussy until she reaches an orgasm. Then the female, only those in the know would recognise, Lady Angel, gets her wrists bound behind her back, a rope hoisting her arms high, forcing her body to bend, her tits dangling. But this is not considered sufficient; They hoist her until she dangle on her tiptoes, moaning from the aching pain in her shoulders. But the legs are pulled apart and soon she stands with her legs widespread, dangling on her feet, her arms up, bending her down. With two needles, first They pierce through one pussy lip, then through the other, forming a bridge, her cunt is ready for jewellery. On each needle They hook a large gem stone, thus stretching her pussy lips to the extreme. She screams in obvious pain but not she does not beg Them to stop. Standing on her tiptoes, she trembles in pain but the view she offers is sublime.

Finally it is the turn to the maid who is voted the ‘queen of the evening’. Her arms and wrists are firmly strapped to the poles of a rack, her legs spread wide and also strapped. Her lower back and abdomen are clinched between two horizontal bars. Perhaps only i realise what is in store for the maid, as this position happened to me once too. Indeed the maid is being prepared for branding. This is confirmed when a burning brazier is brought in. For me, this again is a proof of that "i am out of business".

His Lordship takes a hot iron from the flames and presses the figure "9" onto her mound, just a little left from her clit. Well strapped as she is, she can only squirm a little; but she screams out in her agony. Then, when after a few seconds the figure is deeply burnt into her flesh, the next iron is taken this is the figure "3". This is a shock for me as i am number 92, it is clear that the maid is my successor. The "3" is branded alongside the "9". Again the maid bellowing from pure agony, but she doesn’t beg to stop, there is even a glint of triumph in her eyes when her eyes meet mine. After the figure is well branded in her mound my Lord waits a few moments, fingering the maid, which makes her squirm even more than the branding.

But, for me, the worst is to come! Now my Lord takes a hot iron again, and pushes that onto her right upper thigh. It is His Coat of Arms! Even after this long a time He had not branded me with His Coat of Arms. The maid is now definitely His property. And to remove any confusion, He takes a second iron and burns that too, right on her lower back just above her ass cheeks.

After this ordeal she is freed and she collapses in His Lordship’s arms, who comforts her as there is loud applause from the Guests. The party is coming to its end, many leave and my Lord accompanies the maid and Angel to His bedroom where He has His own private party, completely ignoring me.

Left behind and forgotten, i just lie there until a Bodyguard grabs me and drags me to a cell down in the dungeons. There He unzips and takes me merciless in my arse, and then He leaves me in the dark, the door cell locked. Alone and utterly distraught, i ponder my future. Will my Lord dispose of me? Will He sell me, snuff me in a slow and agonising way, maybe make me a work slave, toiling out on the estate lands, or will He simply cast me out. Many times i have fretted about what will happen to me, but now that the time is close for me to give birth, i am truly afraid and i cry myself to sleep.