For my Lord

Chapter 29 – The Business Trip

Following the “Animal Day”, i am left alone for about a week. During this time i rest and my body recovers from the rigours of that day.

Then, one day, i am ordered to prepare to accompany my Lord on a business trip of a week. Trained as i am, i understand what it means: no underwear, half cup bras, and long dresses with split up to the waist at sides, high heels, black stockings, etc. It is so exciting as i have never before been permitted to travel with my Lord on one of His trips.

On the very day, one of the Bodyguards comes along and leads me to the Rolls-Royce. The suitcase of my clothes etc. is put in the boot and i take my place in the backseat. One of the Guards sits next to me with another in the front, next to the Driver. As soon as W/we set off, the Guard yanks my hair and pulls my face to His lap. His trousers are already unzipped ready. Of course, i understand what is expected and i open my mouth to let His half erect cock to enter my gullet. With one hand at the back of my head and the other one under my jaw, He bobs my head up and down. But before He shoots His load, W/we are out of sight of the house but still in the deserted countryside. The car stops on a silent path, the Driver and two Guards step out, one pulling me out of the car.

"Strip", one orders coldly. Of course, i obey without hesitation, peeling off my dress. "Everything!" He added. So i continue and take off the bra and the black stockings.

As soon as i am nude, They pull me to a tree, where They pull my arms and bind me with police cuffs around the tree, as if i am embracing the tree. In the same way They cuff my ankles, so that my body is fully wrapped around the raw bark of the tree trunk. Then all three slide off Their belts, as They don’t have a whip with Them, and They lash me on my exposed back and buttocks. It does not take long before i am screaming from pain, so vigorously do They lay into me. They are cruel but, of course, i am a pain and lust slave and the abrading surface of the tree strokes my mound, inner thighs and clit, so the pain of the belts is mixed with the lust between my legs.

Part of my extensive slave training was, of course, not to beg for mercy or release. So repeatedly the belts land on my back, shoulders, ass cheeks and back thighs but, although i scream, i do not beg Them to stop. Only when my back is full welted and red striped do They release me. But it is only to have my wrists cuffed over an overhanging branch, for this They lift me, and when They let go i am dangling, my toes unable to reach the ground.

In this position, i expect a further whipping. But They have something else in mind. Two of Them take position in front and behind me and They ram Their Cocks into my two fuck-holes. They thrust deep and hard, one mashing my womb, the other reaming open my arse ring. They claw and mould my tits, pulling and twisting cruelly on my nipples. One by one They release Their hot spunk deep in my holes.

For the third Man, They have something special in mind. They release my wrists from the branch, and cuff them behind my back. With one belt They make a noose, shove it around my neck and hoist me until my legs are kicking free in the air. These cruel sadists know exactly how to treat me without killing me or causing me lasting damage. The belt is closed just tight enough to make my throat rasp, just enough to permit me to breathe but not more and my eyes bulge and my tongue protrudes as my legs kick out.

Then the third Man takes His position in front of me, and pulls my legs around His waist. In order to relieve myself from the pain in my lungs, i wrap my legs around Him while His fat Cock impales my wet cunt. The Men roar with laughter at the way i struggle and fight for air with my thighs clamped tightly around His waist. The Man thrust His Cock deep into my sloppy cunt and pulls my strangled protruding tongue into His mouth.

Eventually before i get too exhausted, He spews His hot load deep inside me. They let me down and stand around me mocking me as i am ordered to dress. "Hurry," barks one, "we don’t have the whole day!"

Feeling miserable, i quickly put on my clothes, feeling the slimy wetness on my inner thighs. Of course, i know that i am just a Man's toy, but over time i have become more and more reluctant to be used by any other than my beloved Lord. But i have no time to think as i am pushed back into the car and W/we drive off to the airport. Using some handkerchiefs and tissues, i try to clean myself but my thighs remained sticky and i feel uncomfortable.

At the airport, i am led by the Bodyguards directly to the VIP lounge. The air is cool and the room is filled with Businessmen, reading the reports or the business daily newspaper. Apart from one businesswoman and a couple of waitresses, i am the only female in the lounge. Accompanied by one Bodyguard, i sit down to wait.

After maybe a half an hour, an important looking Man stands up, winks to the Guard and then looks down me. The Guard merely nods. The Man then gestures to me to follow Him. With one hand on my shoulder, He guides me into the Men's room. There the Man opens a cubicle and forces me inside and down on all fours. He unzipped His pants, straddles me and, without a word, impales my cunt while, with one hand, He pushes on the back of my neck; forcing my head down into the toilet pan. With the other hand He flushes the toilet over and over as He fucks me.

Utterly humiliated by my position, i can only hope that He cums quickly. On the slippery floor tiles, my knees ache and slip sideways spreading my legs, causing horrible pain in my hip joints too. But before i completely collapse onto the floor, He plants His feet either side of my legs so they can not slip further. Finally, while my head is pushed deep into the pan, i feel His hot cum spurt inside my cunt. The Man then simply wipes His Cock on my back, puts away His Cock and leaves without saying a word.

Unsteadily, i get to my feet and stagger to the sink where i try to clean myself, using the warm air hand dryer on my hair. Just as i am nearly finished, i turn as another Man enters; His pants already zipped open and His Cock half out. He forces me down onto my knees and shoves His fat Cock down my throat. With one hand at the back of my head and the other under my jaw, He roughly throat-fucks me. He cums quickly, His sticky spunk sliding down my throat, which I have no choice but to gulp it down with difficulty. Again the Man leaves without having said a word.

Again i try to clean myself, but as i open the door to leave the washroom, two Men push me back in. One pushes my face down into the middle urinal, lifts my dress and thrusts in one go into my arse, bringing a muffled scream of pain from my mouth. Holding my head down, His other hand getting a firm grip of my waist, He buggers me deeply. The other Man stands to one side and gropes and claws at my jiggling tits. Then He aims His Cock at my head and pisses on my face and hair. Humiliated and overwhelmed, i am nothing but a toy in the hands of these Men.

It feels like my tight arse ring are being nearly ripped, but fortunately He finishes quickly; His hot seed splattering deep in my bowels. And off They go. Again, not a word has been spoken.

For a while, i hesitate, but then decide to again clean herself. To appear to my Lord as i am, face and hair covered with piss and thighs sticky with all this white sperm is not an option. As quickly as i can, i clean myself yet again. This time no Man stops me when i rush out.

Indeed my Lord has arrived and He is already heading for the exit with His briefcase in His hand. Seeing me, He only coldly says, "be in time next time."

He heads to the private gate without going through the security fence. Certainly His Lordship must be a Very Important Person. Obediently i follow Him. W/we board a medium size private jet. One of the Bodyguards leads me to a compartment at the back of the plane. About six to seven Men are in the front part. Some of Them i recognise vaguely as being high-powered politicians and business men. my Lord is not with Them; He must be in another part of the plane. Apart from two stunning stewardesses, it appears that i am the only female. The plane took off, but apart from being given food and drink by the stewardesses, i am ignored and apart from watching through the window, i have nothing to do. The sky darkens and i fall asleep.

Some time later i am awoken by a Man who drags me out of my seat and to the front of the cabin, where there is more space with low lounge tables and along the window sides couches. Right away it is clear what is expected of me and i fall to my knees, taking Their Cocks into my mouth; one after another. The Men grab my head and bob it up and down on Their stiff shafts. Slowly the excitement mounts, and when i am sucking on the fifth Cock, two Men position Themselves together so that i can take Their two Cocks in my mouth at the same time. Others lift Their legs, offering Their scrotum and arse for me to lick. Although reluctant, i do this without hesitation. After all, i am a slave with no free will and i do not wish to offend my Lord’s friends and colleagues.

Soon all my holes are penetrated, i have to sit on one Cock, bend and take another in my arsehole, and in front of me two Cocks slap against my face and i have to stretch my jaw to allow Them to enter my throat. Others grope my udders, and then one Man lies down on the floor and i am positioned in reverse cowgirl, riding the Cock. Then They push me backwards, offering my already filled cunt, to have it impaled by a second Cock. Number three takes up position in front of me, pushes my udders together with His Cock between them. With my head hanging backwards, my throat is a perfect tunnel for the pistoning Cocks; a perfect sex toy for the greedy older Men. And so it continues, all of the Men using me to satisfy Their own lust; Their throbbing glands ripping open my gullet. At one point, They even succeeded to force two Cocks into my arse, my cries muffled by two Cocks filling my mouth.

Finally, They have had enough and They stand around me as i kneel in position, my face upturned; ready for all Their gorgeous white spunk to splatter on my eyes, hair and face. Fully plastered with hot spunk, i head for the toilet to get cleaned up.  But there i am stopped by one of the two stewardesses.

"Because of you, whore, they treat us like shit," one of them hisses. But They allow me to pass. But then, on my way out of the toilet, having cleaned myself, They grab me and push me down to the floor. The one who stopped me sits down on my shoulders, Her pussy-lips spread over my face and mouth. With Her hand on my neck, She forces my mouth to Her mound and pussy and starts to ride me, my groans muffled by Her moist flesh.

The other stewardess kneels between my spread legs and lifts my legs up and back by pushing with one arm behind each of my knee. Then She pushes Her fist into my supple wide open gaping sloppy cunt and She roughly fist-fucks me. Then, She succeeds to position Her other hand above my mound and clit. Together with the fisting, She frantically rubs and fingers me until i am forced to cum.

Both torture me, one by blocking my mouth and controlling my breathing with Her wet pussy and mound; the other by continuously fisting and fingering my cunt. In vain, i gyrate and buck, trying to get free. After forcing several climaxes from me, the Stewardesses change positions, but now the one on my face sits and rides my face with Her knees on my shoulders, and gripping both of my ankles. The other Stewardess now fists me with two fists in my cunt. Trapped between the two, i have no chance to escape the vicious women. Muffled by the riding pussy, my screams, begging or groans are unheard. Both use me to fulfil Their revenge.

Two of the Men that used me earlier have come up to watch and, when the Stewardesses finish with me They are clearly ready for another go at me. But one of the Stewardesses stops Them, saying, “I’m sorry, Gentlemen, but we are about to start preparing to land. Please return to your seats and fasten your safety belts.” The other Stewardess turns to me and, in a much harsher tone, says, “And you, slut; back to your seat and buckle up.”

Totally exhausted, i get to my feet and make my way back to my seat at the back. There, waiting for me are my Lord and Lady Angel. Inside, i groan as i understand that the evening is far from over. Then i see that there is a second Man whose face seems familiar. Although i cannot be sure it is Him, He resembles the Prime Minister; Unbelievable! But before i can take a closer look, Lady Angel has me blindfolded and She forces me down on to all fours. Someone grabs me by the neck and my lips are forced apart by a huge Cock-head.

Although i am accustomed to His Lordship’s Cock, i find this one to be exceptionally big too. It must be the stranger. Without foreplay He forces my head down, the gland forcing open my gullet and throat, closing off my air supply. At the same time i feel another one straddle me, and a huge Cock, that has to be His Lordship’s Finest Cock impales my arse; spreading me so that that it feels like i will be split in two. Both start to ride and bang me, two huge Cocks and a slut trapped in between. Before i can think what would be Lady Angel's role, i feel a fist – surely Lady Angel’s - force its way violently into my cunt. Too absorbed by the two Cocks, i can only groan, my mind focussed to please the Cock in my mouth with my tongue. Knowing how to please my Lord, i apply all my expertise to the stranger's Cock. All holes filled, the combination of pride to service my Lord and His Friends, the growing lack of air, and the stimulus of the fist makes my mind swirl.

Only rarely, just enough to prevent me from passing out, He lets me breathe; i am exhausted by the continuous fuck and fist. Then when i feel as the fist is pulled out, tearing my tender cunt-lips, it is only to be replaced by something hard. Again Lady Angel has found some cruel way to treat me: it is an empty wine bottle. The cork has been prepared, by having three needles pushed in, the sharp tip slightly protruded at the other end. Then the cork had been pushed back into the bottle, but reversed. Slowly turning and slowly fucking me with this cruel device, Lady Angel matches the movements of my Lord, without harming my soft insides with the needles.

But then both Men increase Their deep thrusts and drill my two holes. The muscles ripped, it feels as if my ass-crack has split and my throat choked. At the same moment Their white hot lava spews out, Lady Angel presses the bottleneck hard against my cervix, the three little needle tips piercing me in the most agonising way. As the Cock head is blocking throat, my shrieks are silenced, but my agony is terrible.

Finally, i am allowed to rest and at the moment the plane lands i wake up; miserable after this harsh night, the end of which i do not recall. The Men, including my Lord, ignore me. The other important Person is not there, but maybe He is in the other compartment.

W/we leave the airport again through the diplomatic gate and with three black limousines, accompanied by a police motorcycle escort, W/we head for the hotel. It is hot, very hot, although it is late in the evening. There are some signs with what looks like strange writing on them, but otherwise i have no idea where W/we are. The hotel is luxurious and is air-conditioned and, again surrounded by guards and important Men, W/we are led to O/our suite. At the end of the queue are some women, Lady Angel amongst them, and last of all, me. Men stare at the other women and at me; being unveiled, in Their minds the women must be whores. The only reason they are not grabbed, is that they are with an important delegation.

The Presidential Suite is taken by the Man i think is the Prime Minister. His Lordship has the adjacent suite. Lady Angel and others are a floor lower. To my utmost delight, i am to be in my Lord's suite. He orders me to freshen up in the bathroom. The hot tub is really luxurious. After that He takes me to the king-size bed and my heart explodes from happiness: this is like a honeymoon. All night He uses me in all possible ways. Again He proves His endless stamina and self control. This night i savour and i will recall it forever; how marvellously He fucks me, and fists me until i just babble incoherently for mercy after maybe the twentieth nonstop orgasm.

In the morning after He has showered, shaved and dressed, He orders me to kneel, still naked, at the side of the bed. He puts a chain around my neck and padlocks it closed. The other end of the chain is locked to the leg of the bed. Then He lays a bowl of water and some food on the floor nearby and a pot for my needs and He leaves without a word.

Left alone, i curl up like a dog waiting to the return of His Master. Maybe a half hour later the room maid enters. As she goes to clean the bathroom first, she does not notice me. But when finishes in the bathroom, she enters the bedroom and as soon as she spots me, she squeals and runs out the suite. A few moments later she comes back with her Manager who appraises the situation, says something to the maid and, again T/they both leave.

But within a few seconds He is back; alone. In perfect but very formal English, He tells me that my lewd behaviour will not be tolerated in this country and that if He were to report me to the Police, i would be sentenced to at least ten years in prison with regular canings, 100 lashes at a time. He continues that Their prisons are no place for a western woman; overcrowded, insanitary and rat infested with prisoners – especially women – not being granted even the most basic of human rights. However, He would agree to not reporting me if i do what He wants.

Resisting the temptation to point out that i already have no human rights – i am naked and in chains – i agree to His demands. After all, if word were to get out of my arrest and imprisonment, there would be a major scandal involving my Lord. And, anyway, what is one more Cock to suck or fuck? Just one more to add to the thousands that i have already serviced.

He grabs me by my chain necklace, and positions me on my knees, my face flat on the floor. Then He unzips His trousers. He straddles me, but with He puts one foot on my head, a most humiliating position; His hard cock thrusting deep into my snatch. Forcefully He bangs me, and soon He shoots His hot load into my whorish cunt. He leaves the room without another word, but before i can recover, another Man enters the room, gropes me and again impales my cunt. Quickly, eager and horny as They are in that country without regular sexual encounters, He quickly shoots His load.

And when He leaves, He is soon followed by another. And this continues all day; the door closes behind one and within ten minutes it opens again. They come singly or in pairs, occasionally there are three. They talk loudly and excitedly, mainly in their foreign language but with some instructions to me in broken English on how They want me and i often pick out things like “white slut,” or “western whore,” or similar variations of these insults.

All three of my holes are used again and again, in all different positions; on my back, on all fours, on my back with my legs pulled up and over so that my feet are by my head and only my shoulders are on the floor. One time, i am made to lie on the bed with my head hanging over the edge. One Man is rutting at my cunt while another is savagely throat fucking me; each thrust causing me to make a “nnggggggghhhh” sound which, strangely, reminds me of the sound Donald Duck makes. 

It is dark outside before the stream of Men slows and then stops. How many Men have used me? Too many to count; fifty maybe? But, at last, i am left alone and i curl up on the rug and fall asleep; exhausted from the demands made on me.

The door opens. It is my Lord and i scramble to get into the required position; kneeling upright with my knees spread wide, hands behind my head with eyes downcast and my tits pushed out in offering to Him. He is dressed immaculately in a Dinner Jacket but He takes one look at me and the filthy state i am in and just says, “Yack.”

He makes a call, to Lady Angel and another to room service. Then He removes His jacket and tie and unlocks the chain from my collar but says nothing to me and leaves me kneeling in display.

After about five minutes, there is a knock at the door. It is Lady Angel and She is followed by a Waiter carrying a tray with a bottle of Champaign in an ice bucket and two glasses.

When the Waiter has set the tray down, He turns and He smirks and winks at me. His Lordship peels a note from a wad of cash and hands it to the Waiter, saying, “I would have offered the slut to you as a tip, but I think you may already have been there.” The Waiter blushes in embarrassment – how sweet! – and mumbles His thanks before getting out as quickly as He can.

His Lordship turns His attention to Lady Angel. She looks gorgeous; elegant and sexy in a full length cream silk dress, with gold trim, which displays little flesh but which clings to Her; emphasising Her beautiful body.

They embrace and kiss before She slips off to the bathroom. While She is gone, my Lord opens the Champaign and pours two glasses.

When Lady Angel returns, She has removed the dress and She is wearing only bra and panties, of very similar material to the dress, and strappy gold sandals with four inch heels. She looks stunning and i am all the more aware of my own filthy state with dried cum all over me.

They drink some Champaign and then sit on the sofa, kissing and embracing some more. Then, after a while, She takes out my Lord’s beautiful Cock and bends to suck on it as i can only watch enviously from the corner of my eye.

Once my Lord is fully erect, Lady Angel stands, slips off Her underwear, straddles Him and slowly impales Herself on the magnificent weapon, giving a loud sigh of pleasure.

Slowly, She rides Him; grinding Her hips as Her excitement grows and Her movements quicken. my Lord, of course, has tremendous staying power and Lady Angel has many orgasms before He finally erupts inside Her.

She lies against His chest for a while before She slides off and sprawls next to Him on the sofa.

All this time, i have been totally ignored as i kneel, tears of envy running down my cheeks. But now, my Lord calls me over to Them and orders me to clean Lady Angel. Quickly, i crawl across to Her and She spreads Her thighs ready for me. To demonstrate my devotion, i plant a loving kiss on Her mound, which is trimmed to have a narrow “landing strip”, just like mine. His Lordship must like all His women this way. Then i proceed to lick, slurp and suck the delicious cocktail of Their juices, savouring every drop. Lady Angel must be enjoying my attentions because She is soon moaning with pleasure. Momentarily, i look up to Her face and see that She is smiling as She looks down on me; a smile that is a mixture of pleasure and cruelty.

When Lady Angel is fully cleaned, i kiss Her mound again and the turn my attention to my Lord’s Cock, licking and sucking until It is also thoroughly cleaned. Again, i start and finish with a loving kiss to the head.

With my duties complete, i am ordered back into the display position while They drink some more Champaign. Then my Lord goes to the bathroom and Lady Angel slips off Her shoes and slides into bed; to be joined a few minutes later by my Lord.

In my position, i am facing away from the bed so i can see nothing but i have to listen to another long love-making session during which Lady Angel must have at least half a dozen orgasms before i am again required to act as the clean-up woman.

This time, They fall asleep but i am back in the kneeling display position; every muscle in my body burning with pain and my knees are totally agonising. Tears pour from my eyes as i silently sob my way through a very long and painful night.

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The next morning, i am exhausted through lack of sleep but i am ordered to shower and to dress decently, but no underwear, of course. With the delegation W/we leave the hotel and drive, with a police escort, to a government building. All but Lady Angel and i are led into a conference room. Lady Angel leads me to a small darker room adjacent to the conference room. Then, before i realise what is happening, Lady Angel pushes me against the wall and quickly attaches my wrists to rings imbedded in the wall and after pushing my legs open She snaps my ankles to the rings leaving me spread-eagled to the wall. Then to finish, She shoves an eye mask over my face and i am left in the dark. "Enjoy," hisses Lady Angel before she leaves me alone in the room.

Maybe ten minutes later someone enters, roughly tugs my skirt up and, without a word, forces in a hard cock into my dry cunt. With some hard thrusts, He quickly comes and shoots His load into me before leaving me alone again. He is just the first of many Men coming in and fucking me. Their slimy spunk drips down my thighs. How long i stand here i don’t know and i lose count of the Men after the seventeenth.

Finally the congress is over and in the statement it is said that the due to the relaxed atmosphere and willingness of all it has been a success.

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A smaller part of the delegation, Lady Angel and myself included, are driven off with a police escort, front and back. W/we are taken out of the capital city to the feared state prison. W/we enter a side wing, especially meant for political prisoners. Deep inside all kinds of shouting, screaming and pleas can be heard, making me shiver. Then W/we enter a very special part of the political wing, where only women are detained. Entering here reminds me that Lady Angel is an important member of Human Rights Groups and specially Women Rights. W/we enter an uncomfortable shabby place, lit by just two bare light bulbs in the ceiling. To one side is a kind of seated viewing area for visitors, behind a half high wall. Many Men are already seated there.

A few moments later two Executioners enter the room dragging a young woman by her shoulders. They pull her legs wide, and manacle her ankles to rings set into the floor. In front of her they shove a sort of horizontal bar on legs. They bend her over the bar and manacle her wrists far in front of her and then she is stripped from her black robe, revealing a pretty woman, her ass high, her breasts hanging down towards the floor. Then They read out the charges and the verdict, which is translated. She was arrested in an illegal disco club, dancing with Men who were not from her family. She is from a rich family so apparently, the sentence is to be lenient.

The Executioners nod to Lady Angel, and when She approaches They hand her a heavy black whip. Lady Angel is known as a campaigner for women's rights, but i know better: Lady Angel is a pure sadist. The Executioner gives a sign and Lady Angel lashes the back of the young woman. The victim screams but Lady Angel lashes again and again; thin red stripes appearing on the woman’s back as she screams loudly. If this is a lenient punishment, i would hate to see a severe one!

Both executioners burst out laughing and one takes the whip. Slowly He demonstrates how to swing and circle the whip before aiming at the victim’s back, and in that movement to have a quick twist movement with the wrist. Quickly He administers two lashes to the now wet back of the woman. And indeed her screams are a few pitches higher. He gives back the whip to Lady Angel. She learns fast, as now at each stroke the woman screams her throat hoarse.

This does not bode well for me; i’m sure that Lady Angel will practice Her new technique on me as soon as She gets the opportunity.

The audience are clearly enjoying the show. Some of Them, i notice, keep glancing in my direction. A couple of Them, sitting next to me, start to fondle and grope me and i dare not refuse Them. Soon my legs are spread wide and They are openly fingering my cunt.

Without warning, both Executioners come to grab me and drag me next to the other woman. But i am bound face up, my back arched, my head hanging down and, of course, my legs are wide apart. They lock my ankles into holes in a wooden plank and my wrists are manacled to rings in the frame. With a pulley, They stretch me out even more so that now my back is painfully arched to the maximum, my spine feeling like it is ready to snap.

Both Executioners start to harshly whip both the woman and myself. Meanwhile the Men who had been watching line up to use our fuck-holes. And Lady Angel straddles my head and lowers Her pussy to my face and starts to ride on it.

Under the terrible lashes both of us shriek in agony, but we are well secured, so there is no way to escape. One by one the Men use our arse holes or cunts, sometimes shooting Their hot spunk, sometimes controlling themselves. Finally before the brain consuming pain can bring us into darkness, all the Men are satisfied. Lady Angel, meanwhile, has numerous climaxes. They free me and order me to dress, my eyes blurred from the whipping and the demands made on me. W/we leave this room and go through the dark hall again to another more "intimate" room. It is not only from the cold that i shiver, but also the howling of women and shouting of Men as me terrorised.

This room too has a small viewing area for the audience behind a low wall, but this time I am made to bend over this low wall. All apparently knew, and i soon realise that this is a real execution room. From the ceiling hangs a pulley with a thick rope tied into a noose. Under the dangling rope there is a small platform. When all were seated, the advocate of women's rights Lady Angel(!) on the first row, a side door open and two huge strong black clothed Executioners enter the room, dragging a female dressed and hooded in black by her shoulders.

The victim does not make any sound, and the way she is being dragged, it seemed she is barely conscious. They position her under the dangling rope. One of the Hosts calls something in its language, the Executioners nod. They uncuff the victim, strip her from the dress, and she is left naked. Her body displays the marks of very heavy torture, her areolas are cut, blue and black bruises and cut are all over her body. Then again They cuff her wrists behind her back with a chain let in between. Then her hood is lifted, and her grimaced face is unveiled, a woman in her forties, raped and tortured prior to her execution.

After only a few minutes, one of the watching guest Men moves behind me and penetrates my cunt. Lady Angel is sitting next to me, groping and fondling my tits with one hand and masturbating herself with the other hand.

The noose is shoved over the woman’s head and adjusted around her neck. They turn the pulley and first the rope goes taut, and then she is lifted, but the Executioners raise her only until she is dancing on her tiptoes. Her body shakes, her head trembles, and the chain between her wrists has slack enough that her instinct is to pull one hand in front of herself in a futile attempt to try to reach her throat. While the woman’s mind drifts away in a pure death struggle, my own brain drifts away too, at the sight of the woman being so cruelly executed while myself being thoroughly fucked doggy style, feeling the juices ooze along my thighs.

Sometimes it is as if her lips want to say something, to beg for mercy, to plea to the Men to finish her off, then her tongue protrudes between her trembling lips and just unintelligible moans come from her mouth.

Meanwhile the Guests and Hosts are watching the poor woman, and taking Their turn with me. Lady Angel watches the woman dancing on the rope, while She pulls my hand to Her sex, forcing me to finger Her with three or four fingers in Her hot steamy pussy. Being used, fingering Lady Angel, and watching the hanging woman make me shiver from lust, and although the sight of the hanging is horrible, my mind drifts away and i reach my first orgasm.

The Men in black lower the woman, adjust the noose to allow some slack and let her gasp for air. Three or four of the watching Guests and Hosts line up behind the woman, opening her ass cheeks to penetrate her as if she was a whore. Unlubed and not prepared, she screams a hoarse scream, broken by her crushed throat. With a shudder through to my very spine, i remember His Lordship’s Bodyguards doing same to me on the way to the airport for this trip; with the difference that i was taken from the front and so was able to wrap my legs around the Guard to support myself and ensure that i did not to suffocate.

With both hands, Lady Angel spreads Herself and instructs me to use my whole hand to fist Her ass. Trained as i am, it is still difficult, but with some effort, i manage it. The execution room has turned into a degenerate orgy room, filled by important elite people, well esteemed by the population, especially Lady Angel being an important politician and advocate of woman’s rights in Her own country.

Suddenly, as a fifth Man is fucking the convicted woman, a high ranking Officer enters the room. He quickly assesses the situation and reacts angrily and shouts instructions in this foreign language. The Men dress, smirk and take Their seats again. For one moment the Officer contemplates the unsteady woman, the wet thighs, the oozing juices, and some of it dripped on the floor between her feet. He says something to her, hopefully that it would be over quickly, gives a sign to the Executioners, who pull the woman high up. As they had forgotten to tight up the noose again, she is lifted with some delay and she slowly chokes instead of having her neck broken as should happen.

The woman kicks and jerks the whole time. Unfortunately for her, she is a young, fit woman, so her death struggle takes a long time. With glazed eyes, Lady Angel was still has my fist embedded in Her ass. Men are groping, slapping and stroking me and secretly masturbating Their Cocks. The only sounds are the groans of Lady Angel and i and the death rattle and moans of the fighting hanging woman.

When finally death overcomes her, the silence was unreal, except of the splatter on the floor of her bladder emptying. Her body shiny wet from bitter sweat, hangs limp, her head tilted sideways, tongue out, her eyes glassy and staring, and her hair swung over her shoulders.

A little overwhelmed by the events W/we have just witnessed, W/we leave and walk through the dark hall. Shouting and screaming humans, cursing and barking guards are everywhere. Before W/we can get out, W/we come upon another scene of horror. A good looking, rather older woman is on her knees, her ankles shackled behind a blood stained wooden post, her wrists cuffed above her head, behind the post. In this position the front of her body is fully exposed. Around each full breast is a metal band, like a kind of hose clamp. With a screwdriver They had tightened the bands so tightly that her udders are like balloons, black and purple and ready to explode. Between her thighs dangles two electrical wires. Three Men are working on her. One is abusing her tits, now and then burning her areolas, another is shocking her with electrical jolts with a cattle prod device, and the third by using a switch box to shock her cunt. Just as W/we are passing, she howls from pure agony, pulling her wrists, her head backwards, her body shaking and contorting, exploding from this painful torture.

It is a great relief to be finally seated in the last black limo, and off again goes the delegation in convoy, away of this place of hell. W/we drive at high speed out of the city and out in to the desert. There are no traffic, no people, no cattle, nothing and it is hot, very hot. Fortunately the car has air-conditioning. After a few hours drive W/we arrive in a small nomad village. Before W/we get out of the car, Lady Angel and i are required to cloth O/ourselves fully in a black dress and burka. Then W/we step out of the car into the searing heat.

The Men of the delegation are invited one large tent to drink tea and smoke from a hookah pipe while Lady Angel and i are initially ignored and then led separately to another tent where the women are chatting.

After a while W/we are "smuggled" un-noticed into a little dark tent where the Men are to watch a new ritual. The ritual of the legend of the Princess.

The legend apparently is that the Princess arrived in this village unveiled. Her guards were led into a room where they drank tea and smoked hash. When drugged they were all killed. The princess had made passionate love with her "sisters" in the other room. The next morning she awoke bound on a wooden rack, tightly bound, at her wrists and ankles, and belt around her waist. An old woman painted some orange paste on her nipples and areolas.

Lady Angel has glistering eyes while watching the re-enactment with a naked female on the wooden bench. Still overcome by the events in the prison i watch silently. The Men in the crowd part to let through the High Priest. He is followed by three Boys of about 14. The Priest says some words of blessing to expel the devil. The woman shakes her head, but doesn’t say a word. Then two Boys cut her nipples and areolas. The searing pain makes the woman shriek. The cutting is immediately followed by burning with a white hot iron brand to cauterize the wounds. The woman howls even more from pure pain but she does not faint. Secretly, I notice, Lady Angel squeezes Her thighs as She is clearly aroused at the sight of the poor woman.

However, the ritual is not over yet. Assistants to the Priest squat between the spread legs of the poor woman and while one uses a pincer to pull her clit out from its hood, the other winds a thin steel wire around the little nub. At the ends of the wire are handgrips. Then the third Boy is pushed forward. The Priest hands the handles to the Boy and instructs Him. Then the Boy pulls and jerks on the wire to loud cheering of the watching Men. Above the cheering the shrieks and howls of the woman can be heard. But her clit does not give in. The nerves and flesh resist, so the Boy continues to pull and jerk harder. Then the Priest whispers something in his ear and the Boy plants His feet firmly and steadily on the ground and pulls with all His strength. Now the clit gives in, and with a higher pitch shriek, her hips bucking in her bonds, a bloody wound appears there where the clit belonged. The Men congratulate the Boy; He is a Man now.

Next to me, i note how excited Lady Angel has become, suppressing Her moans and squeezing Her hands behind Her thighs. That the woman did not beg, nor plead for mercy surprised me.

The Priest takes a glowing hot brand and presses the white hot tip on the wound to cauterise it and stop the bleeding. Again the woman shrieks and howls from pure agony but her ordeal is far from over. A Man approaches with the posture of a butcher, and that He is. With a sharp pincer He pulls an outer cunt-lip and in one slash with a sharp knife He cuts it off, repeating, in a split second, the same to the other cunt-lip. The cuts are so neat that cauterising is not necessary and there is surprisingly little blood. He is followed by a tailor who expertly closes her fuck-hole shut by sewing the inner lips together. All the time the female is conscious and is shrieking and howling and struggling against her bonds. In the legend it is far from the ending with a horrible end where the princess is impaled on a stake. But, fortunately for the woman, her ordeal is over.  

The crowd of Men dissolve and wander off. When there are only a few Men left, the delegation, and the Priest, "discover" the two hidden females, Lady Angel and me. They grab me and drag me to a similar wooden frame as the other woman, who is unconscious by now. They strap me down the same way as the other woman and i am shocked and terrified. Would They do the same to me? And my Protector; my Lord is not here.

Fearing that They would do the same to me, probably for the first time in my life I started to beg Lady Angel. But the Men simply smirk and prepare some device ready for use. Lady Angel is looking and from her eyes it was clear that i will receive no mercy. Suddenly the entrance to the tent is thrown open and my Lord enters. His eyes meet mine and suddenly i know, understood and accept my fate. Whatever happens to me now is His wish.

Then it happens very quickly. An old woman approaches, pinches my clit-hood and, before i can scream she cuts the hood, leaving my clit now hoodless. The pain is sharp and sudden and i can’t tell what was left and has been cut away. The cut is so neat and sharp, there is almost no blood. They release me and the delegation moves off again. When i look around i can not see my Lord. In fact, i cannot be sure He has been here at all.

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Sitting in the back of the last car, Lady Angel hugs me and presses Her hand against my hot moist mound, moaning and whispering in my ear, "I love you. I love you. I love you so much." And then She climaxes. Stunned and with my clit still stinging with pain, i feel more than a little awkward and confused.

Lady Angel is so far above me in status that i am fit only to grovel at Her feet and it would be an honour and a privilege for me to be permitted to lick the dirt from the soles of Her shoes. She is possibly the only woman worthy of my Lord and is probably the woman He should have married instead of His wife; the reclusive Lady of the House. She is so rarely seen by me, although She is bringing up my child as Her own.

That thought brings a tear to my eye, knowing that i have never seen, and will probably never see my child.

That night, i get another surprise. His Lordship puts me on the comfortable hotel bed and crawls between my open legs to suck in between His lips my throbbing clit. Never before has He gone down there. On and on He sucks, licks and rubs the unveiled clit. Totally worn out after many, many orgasms He gives me, He plunges His huge Cock deep in my throat, only occasionally pulling back to let me breathe, until He explodes deep in my gullet, making me the happiest slave in the world; His slave, painslut, travel mate, mistress, even mother of His child. There is only one thing that i am not: i am not his wife.

"May i speak?"

"What?"

"i have no mark that i am your property".

"Mmm."

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The delegation is cheered when They return home. The Politicians had made statements, Lady Angel had thoroughly debated women's rights issues and the Businessmen had made good deals.

Back in the little cottage, i am happy to be home too. But when i try to embrace cumslut, she wards me off. Surprised, i pondered what could be wrong. Then cumslut spreads her legs, and to my shock and horror, i see her mutilated cunt, cumslut was the woman in that desert village!

"But why did you not say something?" i ask.

In answer she opens her mouth: i scream in horror. cumslut’s tongue has been ripped out.

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In the middle of the lower dungeon, i am strapped down tightly on a wooden stretch rack; arms out to my sides, legs spread wide to the maximum, each leg strapped on three places. Finally over my waist a broad belt immobilises me. Over the edge of the bench, my head hangs down.

His Lordship is watching with several others. The first iron is a big O; bigger than my throbbing clit. His Lordship stands up, approaches brandishing the white hot iron, and presses it to my mound, surrounding my clit with the iron O. Even tightly bound i react by bucking my hips and howling from agony as He holds it in place while the iron burns into my most tender flesh. Without allowing me more than a few seconds respite, He takes another hot iron and presses an I under the O into the joint of my cunt-lips, so forming the letter "P", in my most sensitive body part. Again i writhe and buck and my shrieks mount to a higher pitch. Then He presses another hot iron across my left loins, upwards towards the letter "P". It is an epée, and then finally another mark in the other side; the same epée pointing towards the letter "P", representing His Family crest; the old dynasty originating from France.

Meanwhile in between my writhing and screaming, my drool splattering around i understand; i bear His mark. This is as close as possible to being His wife.

When i had entered the dungeon, i had seen cumslut in a strappado bondage, her legs wide spread and roped to rings in the floor. They had lifted her arms so high that she danced tiptoes, her arms nearly vertical, and her upper body horizontal, her udders bouncing. Over her head was a black hood, covering only her eyes. Clearly visible was her sex, neatly and tightly sewn closed. The clit wound was not healed yet.

Unstable, she can only wait, moaning in pain as i receive my brands. Then a big black Man enters. He is about 2.05 m (6'8") tall. The whip in his hand is a long black bullwhip. It is clear that He has some very cruel intentions about this vulnerable white slut. He dips the whip into a bucket filled with water mixed with vinegar. Then He mercilessly whips cumslut. Each blow on her back, calves or thighs makes her shriek louder and at a higher pitch. When her body is fully coloured, He drops the whip, grips her waist and places His huge hard Cock against the tightly sewn fuck entrance.  He positions His feet firmly on the floor, and with one mighty thrust forward He shreds open her cunt, the threads break and her cunt lips rip. And her vocal cords nearly snap, so hard and high she shrieks and howls.

He bangs deep and hard, His gland invading her womb, mashing it, When He spurts His fine hot load deep into her, she passes out. From that day on, i never see her again. There are rumours that she is locked in a cottage for illegal workers, mostly black, where she is used for sex all day long, and forced to do hard labour in the household; even when she gets pregnant.

For me, i am terribly sad about cumslut, but i am happy that my position in my Lord’s household is ensured; not His wife, legally, but as close as is possible for me. And that makes me so happy.  And, apparently, i have the love of Lady Angel!