Year One

Adornment - part 2

 

--HER--

My nipples and cunt were absolutely raw from the pulling, tugging and squeezing administered to them over the last hour.  But I was happy and proud.  The last week had been a roller-coster, where we'd both completely transformed from the dutiful husband and wife that we, at least outwardly, professed to be before, to a pair of bisexual, punishment craving submissve sex slaves, proudly putting ourselves on display for the pleasure of our superiors.

 

The applause rose in volume slightly, before gradually falling away as the crowd started to return to their previous activities.  Master came over to us, and spoke so that only we could hear.

 

"I am so proud," he started, "to call the pair of you my property.  You probably realise by now, that we place great value on pair-bonded couples.  It is taught that they the pleasure that they can provide to their Superiati far exceeds that of two slaves working together who do not share the mysterious bond of love.  What you just did to Athene has proven to the entire forum that you are what I said, a bonded couple of the First caste, joining one of only 3 in the country.  I've never hard her come so hard, so many times, or for so long, even when she was worked on by Corben and Leonidas, and that was quite a sight," he finished with a wink.

 

"There will be others who will want to experience you now," he continued, "I will remove the torture devices from your nipples and genitals, however, you should expect that others will have their own "tastes" that you will be expected to accomodate,"

 

"Yes Master," we replied, my cunt already moistening again at the thought of what else lay in store for us.

 

"Come," he said, leading us back across to the middle of the stage.  Lady Athene was sitting, half collapsed in a large chair that had been bought out onto the stage by an unseen slave.  Dasha was leashed to the arm, was contentedly lapping at Athene's cunt, cleaning it of the cum that I had left within her.  We once again assumed the inspection positions, this time facing Athene as Master removed the weights first from Alcyone's nipples, and then from my own.  I actually preferred the weights to the nipple clamps that had been Master's preferred method of tormenting my tits since we'd first met, there was no sudden, painful rush of blood back into the extremity as the weights were removed. 

 

Next, he reached down between my husband's legs and removed the parachute harness.  Alycone sighed audibly as the weights were removed, his testicles visibly rising back towards his body, but sitll hanging very low beneath him.  For a few moments I really envied his relief, as I knew that before my own came, there would be some sharp, throbbing pain in my clit.  Master knelt next to me, and lifted the weights from my cunt lips.  That did feel good, and I enjoyed the relief.  Without warning, he released the clamp on my clit,

 

"NNnngggghhh," escaped from my mouth, tears coming to my eyes as I did my best not to scream as the blood rushed back into my tortured nub.

 

"Alcyone, tend to your wife," ordered the Master. I sat down heavily, spreading my legs as he crawled between them and started tenderly lapping at my trobbing clit.  I leaned back, enjoying the soft, wet feeling of his tongue moving up and down, so it took me a few seconds to to see the masked man approaching him from behind.  The Master was crossing the stage rapidly, a white-cuffed female slave crawling after him as fast as she could.  He held his cock in his hand, pumping it furiously as he approached us.  Nodding to our Master, he positioned himself behind Alcyone, who wasn't really aware of him, and penetrated him roughly.

 

My husband let out a moan into my cunt as the cock slid in.  I was beginning to find his licking and sucking arousing rather than just comforting now, as the pain started to subside.  I looked over at the slave, taking her in with some lust as my arousal continued to build.  She was an incredibly petite girl, who didn't look a day over 16.  Her left, A-cup tit was pierced with a silver bar, her right unmarked.  Looking further down, I could see her navel had a silver ring inserted through it, which had a chain leading to a piercing through her clit hood.  Her hairless mons had been decorated with an ornate tatoo, of a design that I didn't recognise.  Finally looking at her thin face, I saw that she had choppy, fake blonde hair, and wore thick mascara and eye liner, which had smudged slightly with her tears. 

 

The Master who was fucking my husband must've been holding on to use us, as he came incredibly quickly, emptying himself only a minute or so after first diving within him.  He withdrew and inclined his head again towards my Master who smiled and nodded back.  Almost immediately he was replaced as another couple came up the stairs, this time dragging a male and female slave each in tow.  The female Superiati strode impatientlyto the back of the stage, returning with two, huge black dildos, with suction cups on the end.  She slammed them into the stage near each slave, making them jump.  I didn't have time to inspect them fully, but I could tell just from the nipples that they were Seconds or Thirds, just like the last slave I'd seen.

 

"Sit on these, watch and learn something!" she snapped at them, turning away before they'd even risen to penetrate themselves.

 

"I want what you gave Athene," she said to the pair of us, immediately slipping out of her dress.

 

"Yes Mistress," we responded, rising as one to embrace her, kissing her neck just as we had done with Athene.  The Lady was tense, obvously frustrated at something, this wasn't going to go anywhere unless she let it go.

 

"Tell me Mistress," I cooed, gently into her ear whilst I caressed her breast, "why are you so tense?  Tell us so that we can make it better for you,".  She sighed and relaxed visibly, her eyes closing as she whispered back.  We started kissing her front and back in unison as she spoke.

 

"It's these slaves, they're a constant source of disappointment.  I really thought they'd be First caste material, but they're Second's at best.  I tried to make them copy you as you were worshipping Athene and they were just clumsy, there was no harmony, unlike you-oooooh," she finsihed, just as I took her first nipple into my mouth.  We obeyed her orders, and repeated exactly what had bought Athene to her first orgasm, tonguing her cunt and ass simulatenously until she came into my face.  We were about to begin the second part of our dance when Master intervened,

 

"My apologies Lady Rohdia, I can only permit the use of these slaves for one orgasm, else others will be needlessly denied,"  Lady Rhodia looked at him through her post-orgasmic haze, and smiled.

 

"It's ok Remus," they've worked their magic on me, "they're absolutely spell binding,".  Her partner had been busy floggin their slaves as we had pleasured his wife, and was nursing a raging hard-on.  I crawled to him and asked,

 

"Sir, might I help you with that?".  He smiled and nodded enthusiastically, "And which hole would Sir relieve himself in?"

 

"Give me your ass," he replied.  I nodded, and turned before him, raising my ass into the air and waggling it invitingly.  Lady Rohdia took up flogging their slaves, as her husband began pounding my ass.  Alcyone and I had talked at some length during the week about the advanced cock-milking techniques that Master Remus had taught him during his slave training, and I started to rhythmically contact my sphincter in time with his thrusts.  Within moments he was crying out in ecstasy with each thrust,

 

"By the Gods, oh, fuck, yes, oh," he went on, pounding away like a demon.  On his next thrust, I squeezed my anus as tightly as I could, and it had the desired effect, sending him into waves of pleasure as he orgasmed within me.  As he withdrew, I returned to Alcyone who was kneeling before another Master who had joined us on the stage, sucking him off with loud slurps.  I could see that a line was starting for form at the bottom of the stage as people jostled to be next to see us up close.  The man orgasmed quickly into my husband's mouth and left the stage, unattended by a slave.  The next group of people ascended the stage, I quickly counted 5 Superiati, 3 male and 2 female.  They were escorted by numerous slaves, as they drew closer I could see that at least one of them was of the First, a tall, well build man with broad shoulders and light blonde hair.

 

The slave went and dragged a second bench out onto the stage so that it was parallel with the first one. 

 

"We would have use of all 5 of your holes, simultaneously," said the first male, who was already naked bar a leather vest. 

 

"As you wish, Masters and Ladies," we replied, lifting ourselves up onto the benches.  Their slave retreived some leather straps, and bound us to the benches.  I hadn't noticed before but the benches had convenient holes in them where my tits were positioned, to allow access from below.  The slave tugged my tits through the holes, twisting my nipples slightly as he did so.  Our gentials were already readily available at the end of the bench, I looked around to see Alcyone's cock hanging invitingly beneath his bench.

 

The group of Superiati wasted no time in getting started.  The women were wearing thin robes, which they dropped to reveal their nude forms.  Attached to each was a large rubber dildo, with disturbingly realistic balls hanging beneath.  One of the men slid beneath the bench, and using a wedge cushion, positioned himself at the entrance to my cunt.  One of the females took position at my ass, with another male at my mouth.  The other two stood at either end of Alcyone, preparing to spit roast him.  My cunt was drooling in anticipation of all this pentration, and of seeing my husband take two at once.  The woman positioned at his ass, and the man at his mouth.  They must have all nodded to each other, as all at the same time I felt them press into by body.  I moaned in pleasure as they entered me, just as I wrapped my lips around the thick cock at my lips, tasting his precum oozing onto my tongue.

 

I heard Alcyone moan similarly as the woman at his rear penetrated him, stretching his anus with her artificial girth.  They held themselves inside me for a few seconds, allowing me to enjoy the full feeling radiating from my holes.  Then they began to fuck me, withdrawing and pentrating at the same time, making me go from feeling deliciously full to completely empty and back again in a heartbeat.  I liked and teased the cock in my mouth, gently probing its slit with my tongue, before licking up and down its underside.

 

Alcyone was having no such luck, the guy in his mouth seemed like he just wanted to fuck his throat, and I could hear strange noises coming from his throat as he tried to supress his gag reflex.  Unfortunately for me, the Master at my mouth saw what a good time his friend was having, and started to push himself deeper and deeper into my throat, and soon was fucking me with deep strokes.  I'd never been truly fucked in all 3 holes before, and the effect was deeply intoxicicating.  The effect was heightened by the lack of air due to the throat fucking, and I started to lose all cohesive thought, my entire being becoming centered around the cocks pistoning in and out of my body.

 

I don't know how long they were fucking us for, but one by one they reached orgasm.  The man in my cunt was first, I felt him twitch a few times and go limp before he withdrew.  The guy at my front stopped fucking me, and took his place, his cock making squelching noises as he pentrated me.  The guy in Alcyone's throat was next I think, he pulled out and shot his load all over my husband's face.  Next, was the woman in my ass, she started screaming and must've had an ejaculating dildo as she squeezed warm liquid into my ass hole.  The woman over behind my husband was next, finished finally by the second many to ejaculate in my cunt in almost as many minutes.

 

We laid there, recovering, and other Masters and Ladies seemed to decide to take advantage of us as we were.  The next hour, or maybe even two were taken up with cock after cunt after cock.  Often, a Lady would place herself in front of our heads, as we raised them to orally pleasure her.  Masters would use our mouths or asses (or cunt in my case) for a few minutes, before adding their seed to the ever growing amount with in.  When our orifices started to leak cum too much, a number of Thirds would be summoned to clean us, their tongues probing deeply within us to remove some of the excess deposits.  Towards the end, I was starting to lose it.  I'd had numerous orgasms, perhaps too many to count, as I'd been fucked, and I could see a large puddle of cum on the floor beneath my husbands cock as the contstant ass fucking had stimulated his prostate to the extent that he'd had multiple anal orgasms.

 

At least, the seemingly never ending stream of people dried up, leaving Master to return to the stage.  Four domestic slaves untied us, and helped us to our feet as the benches were slid away.  In it's place, a large table appeared, much like the piercing table that had been used on us only a week before.  The back section was sloped though, so that the chest of the occupant would be easily seen by the onlooking crowd.

 

"Masters and Mistresses of the Forum," he began, "you have now all witnessed, and doubtless made use of, the slaves Ceyx and Alcyone.  Would any one of you deny them their rightful adornment, and accpetance into the First Caste of the Infereati, inperpetuity?".

 

The room was silent, not a single person spoke, even the constant noise of holes being used was silenced.

 

"Ceyx, mount the chair, and prepare to receive your adornments," he said to me.  Heart beating rapidly, I climbed up onto the chair, lowering myself into the stirrups.  Alcyone moved to kneel beside me, looking up at me, proudly.  First, were my nipple caps.  Master held them before me, they were made of a pure silver metal, and engraved with a delicate, intricate pattern.  Carefully, almost lovingly, Master removed the rings in my nipples, before placing a cap over each and teasing through the bolt, sealing it on both sides.  I looked down at my new tits, feeling like they were somehow very different than only seconds before.  I opened my legs even wider, somehow feeling incredibly aroused.  Master looked at me and smiled, before undoing the bar in my clitoral piercing, and removed the balls sealing the lower rings.  I moaned slightly as his hands brushed over my swollen clit and labia, both puffy from the hours of use.  Slowly, he showed me the cap that would soon form my new clit hood, and the shining, inscribed silver t-bar that would form a near permanent companion to my vagina.  The inside of the cap was had several rounded ridges, so if my clit extended it would doubtless rub against them.  He parted my lips and placed the cap over my nub, sliding the bolt easily through the piercing, and attaching the keeper balls.  I thrill shot throught me as he slid the bolt through, as it stimulated the nerves buried deep within it.  Immediately I could feel the rough top of the cap on my clit, it was uncomfortable rather than really painful though.

 

My cunt was so stretched from all the cock, that I wouldn't have felt the chastity bar enter me were it not for the shock of the cold as it slid in.  Master attached the rings and re-sealed them, locking my cunt away from further use.

 

"Raise Ceyx," said Master to me, quietly.  I climbed down and knelt next to my husband, staring deeply into each others eyes for a few seconds before he rose to take my place.

 

--HIM--

Ceyx looked absolutely stunning as she walked towards me and dropped to her knees.  She might've been a physically drained from the last few hours, and covered in sweat and cum, both male and female, but she was completely radiant as she proudly showed her adornments to me as she knelt.  I rose and took my place in the seat.  Master raised the nipple adornments to my eyes, and I saw that they were an exact match for my wife's in design, only that they were slightly smaller.  I laid back and smiled as Master honoured me with the attention, sighing slightly at the bars slipping through my sensitive nipples.  Next, Master Remus removed each of my genital piercings in turn, before showing me my cock cage. 

 

It was made of one continuous sheet of the same silver metal as the rest of our adornments, and its surface was covered with the same intricate design as them.  As he turned the adornment, I could see the holes that my piercings would be passed through, and finally I could see down the middle to see the hard ridges that lined the inside.  The back of the device was hinged, and lined with rubber that would form a seal around my balls, and would be closable using the ring at the base of my balls.  I had become increasingly aroused by the ceremony, and my cock was now standing at full erection.  Master looked at it, and without warning reached around with his other hand and mercilessly shocked my cock and balls with a violet wand.  I called out in pain as he repeatedly shocked my genitals, my erection quickly subsiding.  He zapped them again for good measure, and then went to work, threading my now limp penis through the solid metal tube, and clamping the end shut around my scrotum.  Before my cock could recover, he slipped the ring through the end of my cock and through the tube, secruing it in place and preventing my cock from expanding out of the end.   With equal deftness, he attached the rings at the base of my cock to prevent any movement of the adornment, before finally sealing the device completely around the base of my balls.

 

"Come, the pair of you," he ordered, and we joined him at the front the stage, immediately dropping into inspection position to proudly display our new jewllery.  The crowd again burst into applause, and I could see the five slaves of the Harem kneeling at the front of the crowd, each of them wearing a wide smile and clapping loudly.  My cock started to grow slightly, and was immediately supressed by the mental tube, the ridges digging in uncomfortably into my flesh. 

 

Agathon appeared next to our Master on the stage, carrying with him a length of chain.  He attached one end to my collar, and the other to Ceyx, before attaching another length to the front of her collar and leading us from the stage.  The crowd parted before us as made our way, shakingly, back out of the hall.  Guards on the door opened them wide as we approached, closing them again behind us.  As I came down from the adrenaline and pain fueled rush of the last few hours, I started to feel exhausted.  My legs felt like they were made of lead, and I was struggling with each step.  I could see Ceyx was starting to stumble as well as the eunuch lead us to the lift.

 

"Just a little further," said Agathon as we rode up in the lift, "the Master was very pleased with you tonight, perhaps happier than I've ever seen him.  You did well,"

 

We smiled at him tiredly, willing the lift to travel faster so that we could get to our rest.  Ceyx leaned back on me tiredly, I wrapped my arms around her and gently nuzzled her neck.  The lift came to a halt, and Agathon lead us back across the landing and into the antechamber, I barley noticed the guard opening the door way.  The warm air of the harem was both immediately comforting and even more sleep inducing.  Agathon quickly removed the chain, and the collars around our necks.

 

"Well done again," said Agathon before he turned to leave, "you're truly one of the family now,"

 

As the door closed, Ceyx and I stumbled down onto the cushioned matress area, too tired to even want to walk the few meters to our own quarters.  We fell into each others arms as we collapsed onto the matress, falling alseep almost instantly as we hit the ground.

 

-- Slave Designation: 3C000,000,006,326,934 --

 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, they're closing the lid," is all that's running through me head as the darkness envelopes me.  I can hear muffled conversation through the padded walls of the punishment box, and a clicking noise as padlocks are slipped into place.  Looking down my body, wondering why the hell I chose this over labour in the fields, I can still see some light coming in through some holes in the top of the box.

 

Soft fingers reach into the hole above my lips, pulling my upper lip out and holding it against the wood.  A searing pain.  A scream.  A needle passing through my lip, nailing it to the box lid.  It happens again.  I'm crying.  The hand returns, grabbing my limp cock and balls, pulling them through the hole above them.  I can't see what's happening, but I can feel the strap being tightened around the base of my balls sack, and I hear the muffled click as the hook is attached to it.  The clicking of a ratchet, an increase in pressure, my balls being pulled away from my body.  More pain.

 

Cold hands on my cock.  Foreskin being pulled, oh God no...   Needles, another part of me attached to this infernal box, I'm becoming a part of it, and it a part of me.  A knocking noise by my head, something banging against the side of the box as it's moved into place.  I'm incredibly aware of the last hole that I was shown before being placed in this hell, the one at my ass.  My whole bottom is pushing out of the large hole, exposed. 

 

Cold.  Lube.  A small mercy.  Soft rubber being inserted, working it's way up inside me.  Pressure starting to build.  Oh fuck, it's inflatable.  I start to pant, pressure turning to pain, turning to stabs of pure fire.  Again I cry out, unable to do anything more than a gutteral cry, any movements causing pain to flare through my lips.

 

Silence.  Nothing but suffering in my mind.  I'm being left alone.

 

Swoosh-thwack.  Screaming again, pain in my balls, stinging, stabbing, stomach wrenching.  I'm crying and moaning incoherently as the steam of piss hits the back of my mouth.  I choke, stifling a cough, desperately trying to drink down the pee to avoid further punishment, fuck, why did I touch her!?

 

The piss stings my cut lips, but I drink it down as best I can.  I keep trying to close my mouth to swallow, pulling on the needles holding my lips to the lid of the box, causing more tears to well up in my eyes.

 

I have no concept of time, and I lose track of how many bladders are emptied into my unclosing mouth.  They seem to enjoy hitting my stretched out balls at random, they take joy at my screams, at choking me by coinciding a hit with a steam of strong, yellow piss. Masters, Mistresses, fuck, I bet their even letting other slaves use me as their toilet.  Fucking holier than thou first caste fuckers.  I had no idea that this was what they were going to do to me, how long can this go on, I'm losing my mind...

 

Light.  I squint, eyes adjusting.  It's her, Cora, the one I touched.  I think back.  Her tits were so close, I just couldn't help myself, but now I'm paying.  She's looking at me quizically, trying to see if I'm registering it's her.  She grins, she knows I've processed her presence now.  Her face moves away, replaced with nothing, then the view of her perfect ebony cunt, golden rings glistening.

 

Warmth, her tongue on my nailed down cock.  I moan first in pleasure, then pain as my cock starts to grow and pull at the needles attaching it to the lid.  I swear and curse, my erection failing instantly.  The sound of laughter. Then there's piss, so much piss.  Her cunt is over my eyes, not my mouth, it's splashing down all over me, stinging my eyes even as I screw them shut.  She must have been holding it forever, there's just so much, torrenting down onto my face, stinking, strong smelling piss.  While she pees she's scratching my tortured balls with her nails, then smacking them mercilessly, I feel like I'm going to go insane.

 

Finally, mercifully, the piss stops.  Her cunt disappears from my view, and is replaced with her face, smiling evilly down at me.

 

 "This is what you get for touching the Master's property," she says, slamming the bar back across and plunging me back into darkness, sealing me in with the pungent smell of my piss soaked body.

 

 Eventually, I broke in that box.  My entire world became nothing but urine and torture, I didn't ever expect it to end.  I accepted finally that this was my place.  When it did, I was unceremoniously hauled from the box, shackled to a dozen other slaves, and marched out of the back of the building out into a court yard, where we were each hosed down with cold water.  I've never been so glad to get back to the dorm room, to that tiny hard bed.  Hopefully tomorrow they'll let me go back to work...