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(the Slave training Facility)
by
Bette Jene Adams (bettejene@yahoo.com)
Synopsis: The girl's journey as a slave begins with learning how to serve multiple Masters, and transitions to increasing her pain threshold. She is severely tested as she endures the unique and often perverted fantasies of the Chairman and the Board members. She was brought to the island's slave training facility to be personally trained by every member of the Board, each man possessing his own unique and often wicked predilections. Her intoxication to pleasure is as life-sustaining as her addiction to cocks. She is completely blinded by lust and craves pain as a constant. She revels in the depravity of every session; the more depraved the experience, more responsive she becomes.
PROLOGUE
Beams of light flash in the darkened room intermittently illuminating the viewers. The video playing is gripping, almost hypnotic. Eyes glued to the large HD screen, rarely blinking, needing to see every second of the footage. The visual feast is complimented by the surround sound speakers, broadcasting every tiny detail with amazing clarity. It is like you are there as the events unfold. A voyeur's wet dream filled with impressive true-to-life imagery.
Leather crashes into the flesh of her buttocks and pauses briefly to allow the strap to penetrate deeper into the soft target. Agony-driven moans escape as desperation mounts.
A cane snaps just before it lands heavily on the pale landscape of her breasts, a narrow trench line of angry red left in its wake. Cries as pain radiates in all directions, absolutely inescapable, all coping mechanisms depleted as her limits are reached and then exceeded.
Pools of liquids collect on the surfaces beneath her and shimmer in the flood light centered on her body. Saliva and cunt juices co-mingle into small puddles and reflect her physiological and psychological reactions to each individual torture.
Whimpers as unfathomable ecstasy is within reach, quickly replaced with ear-piercing screams as her pace quickens and her race to the "end zone" begins. Physically contorted by involuntary convulsions and contractions, her body presents as an epic seizure of sorts.
Twelve cocks swell, the men are spellbound; heartbeats rapidly pound in their chests, breathing erratic as red-hot lust surges through their veins.
Silence fills the room as the video ends with two photos, front and back views of the girl frozen on the screen. Splayed into a wide "X" between two large trees, she stands perched on six-inch black heels with white panties lowered to reveal her shaved cunt and pale white buttocks. Her body positioned to be fucked, punished, enjoyed; a vessel for every man's darkest desires.
A thick abrasive rope binds her tits and forces them upwards over a large branch. A five-gallon bucket brimming with chunks of rocks hangs heavily on the other end of the rope falls behind her back, dangling in mid-air between her spread thighs.
Her face is etched in pain, small mascara smudges accent her oval Irish-green eyes, her mouth forced open with an O-ring, drool drips from her ruby-red lips, a few droplets glisten on her breasts. Her large fleshy tits are filled with trapped blood shaped into hard globes, both wrenched up and away from her chest cavity by the weight of the bucket of rocks.
The screen finally goes black her image imprinted in their minds-eye. Soft light slowly illuminates the darkness, the prolonged silence interrupted by the Chairman clearing his throat.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, he struggles to convey his thoughts. "This girl is unique, as beautiful as she is naive and vulnerable, and as voluptuous as she is sensually wholesome. She is a natural pleasure slave, although inexperienced, her body naturally begs to be used. She not only physically feels her orgasms, she experiences them on a unprecedented emotional level."
"Yes, her astonishing capacity to experience pleasure and the extraordinary pleasure she gives the Master she serves is a rare talent." adds Doctor Hamidi, his hands clasped across his chest. "When she orgasms, it completely consumes her being … body, mind, soul, and is certainly a sight to behold. Her toes curl and her body shudders almost violently as she rides her orgasmic waves to cessation. She enters a trance when her orgasms start to close in, her green eyes are unseeing, glazed with raging hormones, and, frankly, her tears of ecstasy are endearing. For an untrained pleasure slave, she naturally squirts impressive volumes of liquid. She is indeed a rare specimen."
Sir Aether, a keen observer of details, turns in his chair to face the now blank screen, silently willing the images of the girl to reappear. "Her intoxication to pleasure seems to be as life-sustaining as her addiction to cock. She is completely blinded by lust and needs to be trained and used to her full potential. She seems to thrive on depravity; in fact, the more depraved the experience, more responsive she becomes. I think she should be isolated from the training facility so each of us can personally use and evaluate her natural talents and skills."
The Chairman calls for a vote and the Board agrees. She is a rare discovery, a natural sexual being, and now, theirs to exploit for two weeks.
CHAPTER ONE
A deep burning radiates from every muscle from long hours of standing rigid and bound to a pole. Steam builds beneath the smothering thick leather hood in the midday heat and sweat collects around my neck collar. The whirring of the fan as it oscillates has a calming effect and blows thick hot air back and forth against my clammy flesh. Chills prickle my skin as my imagination runs amuck.
The motor coach navigates the curvy blacktop roads, tugging and pulling my body, drawing me closer to the advanced slave training facility.
My lungs struggle to fill with air, my breathing is labored and uneven under my hood. Shudders of fear plague my body.
For the hundredth time, unanswered questions plague me. Why have I been sent to this secret and ominous location? Who are these twelve men and what do they want with me? What does being trained as a "total sex slave" mean?
How could Master Jonathan send me away with these strangers? His parting words, "This is for your own good." were spoken with a coldness in his voice.
Shortcomings and failures surface in my minds-eye over the past two days of travel. None seem severe enough to warrant me being sent here. What did I do to displease him?
I served Master Jonathan faithfully since the day he took ownership of me shortly after my high school graduation and eighteenth birthday. He rescued me from the catholic orphanage and an uncertain future. I submitted to his every desire and accepted my punishments willingly. He is my lifeline, actually my only family. Our life was simple on his ranch, and I love simple. I miss and need simple.
I was certain that I entered a hell on earth this past week yet I survived the pain training by Master Jonathan and his fellow DOMs. He said he was proud of me for submitting to each man's perversions without hesitation. And they hurt me; several times beyond my endurance.
As quickly as questions and uncertainty flood my brain, those thoughts are nearly obliterated by thoughts of my pain-fueled orgasms. Never in my life have I experienced climaxes of such magnitude. My body has acquired a mind of its own, almost forcing me to plead with the men to hurt me just a little bit more just so I can experience the deep carnal pleasures I crave. Butterflies twitch inside my belly reliving the intoxicating orgasms at the hands of Master Jonathan's fellow Doms.
My swollen clit is painfully over-stimulated yet highly aroused, a large bloom of reddish-pink flesh shaped much like a small cock and pulsing as though alive. The inner meat tenses as vivid memories of intense orgasms surface.
The motor coach slows to a stop. The door opens and the twelve men exit, leaving me alone and cloaked in blackness. Hot salty air seeps under my hood and fills my nostrils. Mosquitoes cluster around my damp flesh but I cannot waive them away.
A man removes my bindings and the smothering hood, then tugs at my leash for me to follow him. Dressed much like a butler with a front button-down black mourning coat, white tuxedo shirt, perfectly creased black dress slacks, and black satin bow tie, he does not speak nor acknowledge me. His hair is cut military style and makes his dark brown eyes seem too large for his features. His facial expressions are frozen in a semi-smile with his jaw set firmly.
He leads me into the massive mansion through vast corridors and dark circular stairways until we reach a brightly lit glass enclosure; clearly out-of-place in the middle of the cavernous stone room.
Outside the glass room are small sections of theater-style seating spaced along the four walls. Beyond the walls are several wide open archways that lead to dark places. TV screens hang strategically throughout the seating areas.
He opens the door and tugs me inside.
The room spans maybe one hundred fifty square feet and includes a bathroom, bedroom, conference room, and yet, feels like a sadist's dungeon. The walls are floor-to-ceiling glass and offer no privacy anywhere in or outside the room. Exotic ceramic tile covers the floor with strategically placed drains spaced throughout. The lighting is controlled by section with various brightness levels and color hues to enhance the desired mood.
Every available space in the enclosure is filled with an impressive array of implements, equipment, or furnishings many resembling early Victorian punishment devices. The most prominent piece, a hand-hewn solid oak St. Andrew's cross is anchored to the ceiling and floor with chains and operated by an advanced hydraulic system to maneuver the cross head up or down, and numerous horizontal positions. Thick leather cuffs are prominently displayed at each corner along with shoulder, knee, and waist straps, all handy when you need to keep someone very still as every nook and crevice of their body lay open and exposed.
Both the pre-Victorian whipping post and pillory are constructed of thick rough black oak with D-rings strategically placed on all sides. Course fiber rope drapes from each ring to restrict head, neck, arms, legs, thighs, and ankle movements and prominently display the victim's genitals.
The leather-covered bondage chair sits in the far corner not unlike a gynecological chair that adjusts to many angles with stirrups to spread thighs wide or high for easy access. A powerful breast-milking machine sits silently beside it with two huge tit-sucking cups resting on the control panel.
Midway along one wall is a mahogany conference table with twelve chairs, and angled into a corner sits an executive chair and desk with two visitor's chairs arranged before it.
Each area is equipped with pulleys, chains, hooks, shackles, spreader bars, or restraints, everything needed to secure a body in the desired position. Even the bed has restraints attached to the four hand-carved cherry wood head and foot boards.
The butler allows me to empty my bladder, but remains standing rigid beside me. I look for tissue paper, but cannot find any. He reaches behind me, presses a button and warm jets of water spray between my creases.
The spray hits with a blast, and startles me, my first experience using a bidet. Several seconds into the spray, my body relaxes and my crevice spreads wider. The gentle pressure is delightful. Too soon, the water jets cease and a blower sends warm soothing air between my thighs.
He leads me to the bed where straps are carefully laid out and removes my bustier and nylons, and leans me forward. He wraps a two inch wide strap around my left breast and buckles it tightly, and then straps my right one. Both are squeezed at the base and jut straight out, the blood flow blocked. He buckles a thin strap around both breasts squeezing them together. Threading two long straps between my breasts, he crosses and then pulls them down between my legs, and slaps my thighs to urge them wider apart.
He's said nary a word while working methodically.
The dribbling and drizzling of cunt juices flow from the lips of my vagina. My whole sexual region is constantly moving, pulsing, and vibrating as he straps my body into the harness. My addiction to pleasure comes to life, the need for my "orgasmic fix" alarming.
The strap splits and pulls my cunt lips and ass cheeks apart, my penis-clit, saturated pussy, and puckered back hole exposed. Side rings on the waist band keeps my elbows slightly bent. The leather straps keep my sex open, exposed, vulnerable.
He leads me to the gynecological chair and straps my mid-section securely to the structure. The milking machine hisses to life and he patiently reduces the suction level and frequency. Satisfied, he grasps each breast in his slim hands and places the large clear teat cup to each nipple. Once again at the control panel, he increases the suction and frequency, sets the timer for 30 minutes, and silently leaves the enclosure.
The powerful plungers tear my breasts from my chest, my nipples yanked mid-way into the tubes. A burning devious pain just under the inflamed nipple tissue grows more intense as the milk is siphoned from the dark red distorted buds.
Twenty-four minutes remaining. Each nipple is a dark purple, no longer grape-shaped forced into the narrow tube. The surrounding aureoles are puffed, raised above the level of my breast skin.
Thirty minutes later, Dr. Hamidi walks briskly into my enclosure. Dressed with the stereo-typical medical coat and stethoscope around his neck, he approaches with kind brown eyes and a reassuring smile. "Your nipples are an essential factor in your training. Most important is to increase your milk production and secondly, to change the quality of your milk from Whole to Golden. You will receive two injections a day and milk every four hours for the next five days. After that, I will evaluate your progress and adjust your medication as needed to achieve our goals." He removes the cloth from the tray, revealing four long syringes and alcohol wipes.
"This will only hurt for a second if you hold very still." He injects the long thick needles, one in each hip.
"These next two will stimulate your body to increase milk production. A known side effect is that you may become very aroused and eager for breeding." Laughing as he finishes the last shot and leaves the enclosure.
The butler returns and releases me from the milking station. "Your body must be trained to be used roughly and accept greater pain. It is a process that will increase your pain threshold. Therefore, I will be administering treatments to your nipples, clit, and ass to toughen them up twice daily."
Silently, he leads me to the St. Francis cross and binds my wrists and ankles to the wooden structure.
Clutching the riding crop, he delivers a quick blow to my right nipple. It flattens into the mass of flesh for an instant and then rebounds. Natural reflects kick in and I twist away from him.
"You must remain perfectly still. This is for your own good. Welcome every lash and focus to mentally transfer the pain to your pleasure center."
My body quakes with fear, yet cunt juices ooze like hot lava, every nerve ending in my body pulses with raw animal lust.
The butler strikes my right nipple with three mighty blows from the leather tip. The numbness in my bound breasts dull the stings, my nipples seem to beg for more attention, and my arousal increases with each strike.
The stimulation fades to a deep pounding pain as he strikes continuously, sometimes in rapid succession, sometimes pausing to allow the pain to sink in. After delivering twenty hits, he thankfully moves to my left nipple.
He administers the twenty strikes, incredible heat radiates from both nipples.
"Lay on the bed, face up, legs spread and pulled up to your chest. Put your hands behind your knees. Pull your legs up higher."
Wrapping my arms behind my knees and pulling my legs up to my chest, I am embarrassed to expose the mass of sexual hunger between my legs. He doesn't seem to take notice and switches to a braided leather strap.
The strap swings and beats the sensitive flesh, my cries of pain and also cries of pleasure mix as my body reacts to each strike. My hips push up and out, waiting for the next swing, wanting it as much as dreading it. Each slap as the leather smashes into my body rings loudly in the room with my screams following quickly, barely subsiding before the strap swings again.
Inhaling deeply, holding my breath hostage, I watch in fascination as the wide leather strap hurtles toward my body. Air rushes out of my lungs and my clit explodes with pain.
The leather strap crashes into my sopping wet cunt with a splat followed by my screeching as he continues to whip my clit and open cunt.
My screams taper to wails, the volume rises and falls with each strike. Pain burns deeply into my flesh, even as desire soars. Thin threads of liquid drool from my cunt, my hips sway provocatively, and my clit vibrates in anticipation of more.
My sex and cunt lips are battered raw yet the butler remains unfazed. Staring into his eyes, it seems as though a magical bond is developing between him and my pain. It is reassuring and makes me feel like a good girl to readily welcome his pain training.
After another twenty strikes, he orders me to turn over onto my hands and knees with my face pressed into the bed linens, buttocks raised upwards.
"Pull your ass cheeks apart. Just like that but wider."
I reach my hands back and pull my cheeks as wide apart as I can. He picks up a thick rattan cane and batters my anal ring.
"Yes, yes, harder, yes, oh please, please hit me harder. More. Please. I need to cum." I plead for more but having administered the twenty strikes, he steps back and leaves me breathless and unsatisfied.
"Your meal is ready on the conference table. Eat and then rest a few hours before your first training session."
CHAPTER TWO
Sleep was short and restless. My eyes slowly survey my surroundings as I stretch my limbs. It takes several minutes before my confusion is replaced with recognition of where I am and my reason for being here.
A sense of dread threatens to take center stage in my emotions, but is quickly replaced by an urgent need quivering between my legs. Instinct is to pleasure myself, but I am not allowed.
The butler serves my food, and after my meal, refastens the leather harness on my body, leaving my hands free. Leading me to the milking station, he attaches the teat cups and powers the machine on. My swollen teats welcome the relief and my breasts bounce in harmony with the machine's suction while the milk is efficiently vacuumed from my body.
Deep in my core, I know that I crave a constant fix of sexual gratification. But the trade-off, the price to pay for my dependency is high. I have no power, absolutely no control over any aspect of my life, my body, or even my mind. An involuntary shudder ripples through me at this realization.
These men are going to take what they want because they can. They will use me however they please to satisfy their perverted fantasies, humiliate me for their entertainment, and hurt me for their pleasure, often denying me any type of satisfaction. Tired as I feel, juices form just inside my cunt, an aching need sizzles beneath the surface of my skin.
After the allotted milking time, the butler returns, removes the teat cups, and positions me beside the bed, kneeling, hands clasped behind my back, head lowered.
* * * *
Vice Chairman Patryk swaggers naked into my enclosure, his swollen cock proudly leading the way. He is heavily muscled with a slight pot-belly, wavy shoulder-length dark blond hair, and dark deep-set blue eyes.
Master Patryk derives great pleasure wielding absolute control over the slave. He exerts his dominance without physical restraints, knowing that power is best wielded through self-humiliation and debasement. In this session, the Vice Chairman has decided to explore his most perverted fantasy … mating his man-animal with the girl.
Several years ago while exploring the remote island, Master Patryk discovered a colony of humans living in a heavily forested area. Their bodies are covered in hair, faces deformed, yet they possess amazing agility and communicate effectively. The colony reminded him of paintings depicting Petrus Gonzales in 1648, the first recorded case of hypertrichosis.
For weeks, he watched the group with morbid fascination. They communicate using an undetermined dialect, and live much like a remote primitive tribe, having a distinct blend of human and animal traits. They make and use archaic tools, discipline their young as their civilized human counterparts discipline a child, and train the young on life skills such as building shelter, hunting, food preparation.
Capturing a young male, he spent the past several years training its animal side to respond like a domestic pet responds to its owner. Now at sexual maturity, he wants to teach the creature's human side how to dominate and fuck slaves, and this girl is perfect for this purpose.
* * * *
Master Patryk looms over my body, observes my fear, and quietly calculates his next move.
His eyes bore into mine. My shoulders tense, my stomach tightens. A sense of dread washes through me.
He grasps my swollen breasts, his large hand kneading each like lumps of bread dough. Sinking his fingers deeper into my tissue, he pulls me to his groin, his cock aimed at my lips.
Instinctively, I poke my tongue and lick him base to tip, wetting the entire length. Cautiously, I suck the tip, circling the mushroom head with my tongue, lapping the leaking pre-cum as it surfaces. Lifting my eyes to his, he grins like a wolf about to slaughter a new-born lamb, and then he plunges into my mouth. Every inch of his manhood rests at the back of my throat and holds steady, then pushes deeper and moves my tonsils aside. Pressing farther, he completely blocks the entrance to my esophagus, until my airway widens, never breaking eye contact.
His large hands have a firm grip around each breast and my flesh is white where his fingertips dig into the breast meat. My nipples harden like rocks against the palm of each hand. Once again, he slams his cock down my throat, using my breasts as leverage. Withdrawing, he plunges again until my nose is buried in the musty forest of his crotch hair and his heavy balls drape over my chin.
His cock swells, and he grunts and groans louder as each stroke tunnels deeper down my throat. His momentum increases and thrusts longer, propelling my body backward. His rhythm and pounding intensify, his face etched with incredible determination.
Hungry for his gift, I recklessly push my mouth to meet his thrusts, whiplashing my head with each impact. Pleasure surges within my belly in anticipation of receiving his precious sperm. I feel him teetering on the brink of release and increase my suction and swallowing. The friction of his thrusts are frenetic, urgent. Our fluids co-mingle and heat mounts between our linked bodies.
He abruptly stops and withdraws from my mouth. His cock is bright red, fully engorged, his balls hang heavily between his muscled thighs. The moment ends. The room stands still. Silence ensures for several seconds.
He stares into my eyes with an intense, fear provoking gaze.
Short rapid gusts of air partially fill my lungs and expel quickly, making my bound breasts quiver like Jell-O.
He picks up two thick leather bands, both covered with pointy studs that project outwards. He buckles each to my thighs, the left band a few inches below my pelvic bone, and the right band a few inches beneath the left. The thigh studs pierce my flesh and instinctively, I fall into a squat to separate the sharp points from my skin. Tiny droplets of blood surface where a few of the studs broke the skin.
"These straps are a training tool to remind you to keep your legs spread wide regardless of what position you are in or what you are doing. Sluts must always have their legs open wide for accessibility. Later, you will be taught how to walk and crawl gracefully with your thigh straps."
He cups my face in his hands and kisses me hard. "Your sole existence is for the pleasure of men. You as a tool to use in pursuit of our pleasures, our amusements, our perversions." He chuckles and my fear of him builds.
"On the conference table are nipple and clit clamps. Attach each one, raise it high above your shoulder, and then drop it."
Legs spread wide, I carefully waddle to the table.
The clamps have heavy cylinder-shaped weights attached. Examining the first clamp, I attach it to my left nipple, raise it, and take a deep breath, cradling the air inside my lungs in an effort to delay the inevitable. Expelling slowly through my mouth, I release the weight. A split second later, sharp pain engulfs my nipple and my body cringes but I remain silent.
Grasping my right nipple, attaching the clamp, I take another slow deep breath, hold it, and then quickly exhale. The second weight drops filling my chest cavity with incredible pain, but maintain my silence.
The panic of the known is worse than the unknown, but nothing prepared me for the final clamp. I cannot seem to muster the courage to attach it to my clit. Dutifully reconciling my zero options, I pinch my clit and stretch it until it becomes a hard thick point. Fingers shaking from the tension in the clamps, I poise the clamp at the flattened base and look at the Vice Chairman knowing the inevitability of compliance.
Steeling myself, I fill my lungs with oxygen. I bring the clawed teeth closer and release the springs, jumping as the clamp flattens the base of my clit. One more step; release the weight. The weight slips from my fingertips, drops heavily to the end of the chain, and swings nearly a foot above the ground. Air explodes from my lungs. Tortured screams echo within the glass enclosure. My legs buckle and I fall to the floor in an agonizing crumple.
My body twists and turns in absolute anguish while attempting to support the three weights in my hands.
The Vice Chairman gives me a cold stony glare to express his displeasure.
He slips an O-ring behind my teeth and widens it until my mouth is a gaping hole outlined by my crimson-red lipstick. He leads me crawling to the low leather-covered beam. The weights drag on the floor beneath me and the thigh strips poke holes in the flesh between my legs. He guides me face down, parting my breasts and arranging the weights to straddle the sides, each hovering a few inches above the floor. He binds my wrists underneath at the beam's A-frame head, and fastens my ankles to each end of the back supporting legs.
The large glass door opens and a short husky figure enters. He half-walks half-crawls towards me, eyes bulging with an undefined hunger. He is covered head-to-toe with an abnormal amount of long thick body hair and his face is disfigured, resembling pictures of a humanized ape-man. Between his legs dangles a massive black and crusty semi-hard cock.
The creature is more a feral animal than human. He wastes little time approaching me, half crawling, half walking around my body as he considers what to do. His fingers poke and pinch different parts. Spittle drools from his mouth as he leans closer and inhales my aroma. Pre-cum drips from his erect cock.
His smile conjures images of a vile predator surveying his prey. Chipped yellow teeth protrude from his mouth, and a crusty tongue flicks hungrily between his fat hairy lips. Leathery skin looks sun baked and he smells wild, dirty, musty. His hairy hands bat curiously at my dangling breast, stretched to a pointed cone by the weights. His face lights up watching the shiny weight swing when he slaps at my breast. The clamp slides off my nipple as he grasps the weight and examines it.
Master Patryk guides the creature's hand to my breast again and demonstrates how to maul and abuse the doughy mass. Stepping back, the man mimics the Vice Chairman, gingerly pulling my breast and digging his fingers deeply into my flesh. Using both hands, he twists my breast like he is squeezing water from clothing. The skin on my breast forms three rolls, and as he continues to wind tighter, crinkles into smaller lumps of skin until it is a series of circular lines of compressed skin.
Master Patryk leads the creature to the head of the beam, and helps him straddle it until his cock rests on the cool hard wood. Tentatively, he inches his cock towards my opened mouth.
I reach out with my tongue and lick the tip.
The creature quickly backs away.
He milks his cock in his rough hand and then straddles the beam again. Aimed directly at my waiting mouth, he slides his cock into the warm moist opening. He seems unsure of what to do next so he stares at his partially hidden cock.
It expands in length and width between my lips, constantly pulsing and throbbing.
He withdraws and seems intrigued with the trail of thick saliva and pre-cum that links my mouth to his cock.
My eyes widen at the impressive size of his hardened steel cock.
He plunges inside with a long stroke, fast until it rests at the back of my throat.
I circle the cock with my tongue and am surprised that I am not gagging. He partially withdraws and I slip my tongue over my lower lip and across his balls. He jumps back, surprised by the sensation. Thrusting his cock upwards on my face, his balls drop into my opened mouth. He feeds each one to me just as a mother bird feeds her young, dropping each into my mouth to lick and suck. They contract and expand, and pleasure shudders through his body.
His breath comes in short, rapid gasps as he plunges fully to the back of my throat again. His balls slap against my chin. He caresses my body with his furry hands and lightly scratch my flesh with his long nails.
He gently feeds his cock in and out of my mouth, and coats my throat with thick pre-cum.
My saliva thickly coats his furry crotch. My cunt oozes juices. I crave the pleasure his cock will bring me when or if he enters my cunt or ass.
He spreads his legs wider for balance and continues long slow strokes in and out of my mouth. He watches in amazement as his manhood slides back and forth, his dark cock penetrating my pale face and crimson red lips.
He tastes human, maybe a bit more salty.
His pace increases and his cock quivers in my mouth.
Master Patryk pulls him away and guides him to the other side of the beam. He straddles the wood and slips his cock into my drenched cunt. A long deep howling sound escapes from his throat.
He thrusts recklessly into my cunt, greedily pounding my cervix. His balls slap my clit and the beam rocks from his powerful lunges. He drops onto my back, buries his face in my hair, and deeply inhales my scent. Hot breath tickles the nape of my neck.
He moves using only one speed. Evolution and instinct seems come alive inside him. Survival dictates that he rushes to expel his load inside me. He fucks as fast as he can, building a brutal rhythm, thrusting deep, hitting places in my tunnel that have never before been touched. And the way it hurts is wonderful.
Eagerly, I meet his lunges while sensations magnify in my belly. I thrust my hips to meet his cock and grind my backside into his groin.
The Vice Chairman thrusts his cock in my mouth, and slides easily to my tonsils. He grabs my hair and pulls my face to the base of his belly.
I swallow him, squeezing his cock with my throat muscles. His tip swells with unspent semen. Faster, he pumps, hammering from the tip of his cock to the base of his groin while the man-ape fucks my cunt.
The here and now ceases to exist as sensations in my belly escalate. Pressure from the man-ape's plunges, his fur tickling my skin, the tightness of his hairy paws wrapped around my waist blends with the Vice Chairman fucking my mouth, all bringing my orgasm inexplicably closer.
My cunt contracts tightly around the man-ape's cock. My throat locks onto the Vice Chairman's cock. My body squeezes both and holds each a prisoner within my body. I am determined to milk them of all their juices as they eagerly fill my body.
A feeling of exhilaration consumes me. The cocks are a conduit propelling me into the abyss. Sensations soar; the pounding, thrusting, plunging of the men sends me closer to my final destination. I am nearly to the brink with a ferocious fire burning within my belly as I grunt, moan, and wail.
Powerful streams of liquid fills my cunt and throat. The searing heat of semen transports me to a glorious state of ecstasy. My minds-eye travels into a paradise overflowing with pleasure. My cunt contracts and squeezes the cock. My throat clenches and swallows Master Patryk.
Thrusting my hips backwards, I try to trap the magnificent cock in my cunt as I hungrily lap at the softening cock in my mouth.
A warm, slick sheen of perspiration coats my skin, my inhuman guttural sounds compete with the man-ape's grunts.
His howling subsides but his weight presses heavily on me while his large claws scratch at my flesh.
My beaten pussy welcomes this hard fucking. Our juices co-mingle and ooze like hot lava flowing from a volcano. I am breathless as my orgasm subsides. The man-ape withdraws, wraps his arms around my bound body, and licks the sweat from my skin. His display of affection is uncanny as our breathing evens and our bodies go limp.
The Vice Chairman attempts to pull the man-ape off me but is rebuffed with low, threatening growls. He steps away and calls for assistance on the intercom. Two men enter my enclosure and the three have a brief discussion. One man leaves and returns shortly with a fresh thick raw steak, luring the man-ape out the large door and into the dark archway.
CHAPTER THREE
The butler releases me and fills the claw-footed tub with steamy scented water. Wielding a stiff bristle brush, he thoroughly scrubs my body until my skin glows bright red and is hypersensitive when touched. Sitting at the dressing table facing the mirror, I watch in fascination as he brushes and styles my long red hair, each brush stroke gently relaxes my mind and body and allays my fears. He fashions small ringlets to frame my face, then expertly applies my makeup.
He squeezes a tight-fitting bone-corset around my middle. Pushing me forward and face down over the bed, he pulls the corset strings tight until I can barely breathe and laces them securely. The underwire shoves my breasts upwards; the lace extends just below my waist, and a spaghetti-string thong, thigh-high nylons and heels, all colored blood-red.
Working with near surgical precision, he slides a large butt plug between my lips and moves it around my mouth, slowly running it along the inside of my cheeks, the roof of my mouth, and along my tongue. The long soft hair extending from the base of the plug caresses my breasts with feather-soft touches, my nipples harden and thicken. After inserting the lubed plug in my ass, he pushes two small Ben Wa balls deep into my cunt, my body shudders from the hard cold metal invading my hot canal. Crouching between my thighs, he positions a small butterfly vibrator directly on my excited clit and fastens it to the inside of my thong with a clamp.
Standing back to examine his work, he presses the remote and the vibrator springs to life, startling me with the powerful pulsations. He buckles a thick leather collar around my neck with several rings attached.
Gently, he guides me to the conference table area of the enclosure and hands me an empty gilded serving tray with thin gold chains on all four corners. As he connects the chains to my collar, he reassures me.
"The chains support the tray should you lose your grip when serving your masters."
Not finished yet, he attaches clover-leaf clamps to each nipple and fastens those chains to my collar, bending my nipples upwards.
A bartender enters wheeling a cart stocked with beverages and parks near me. Soon after, the group of impeccably-dressed DOMs solemnly enter in single file and take a seat in the twelve executive chairs. The bartender instructs me to collect drink orders and tosses a small pad of paper and pen on my tray. My thong is soaked with juices, the stimulation of the clit vibrator keeps me in a constant state of arousal.
I start with the Chairman at the head of the table. He pulls on the nipple chains, igniting tiny bursts of pain. He reaches between my legs and slaps my cunt several times, and feeds me his fingers to lick my fluid coating his hand and then gives me his beverage order.
Sir David, son of the President of the Republic of Mozambique, is next. He pushes away from the table, bends me over his lap until the serving tray hangs near the floor. He partially yanks the butt plug out and fucks my opening before selecting his drink.
King Osamu, Director of Port Authority for the island, leans me over the table with the serving tray resting under the table's edge. He slaps my butt several times each cheek, reaches between my legs and forces his thumb into my cunt to check my wetness, and then dictates his beverage preference.
Sir Sinan, Director of Legal Services for the island, lifts my leg to straddle his lap facing him. He kisses me directly on my mouth running his tongue between my lips and teeth, a long wet sexy kiss. Pushing me away, he straightens his suit jacket and orders his drink.
Sir Madan, Director of Island Government Operations, guides my face to his unzipped crotch. Reaching my hand inside, I set it free and slurp it to the back of my throat. He shoves my head up and down the stem several times and then lifts my face to his, spits in my mouth, and tells me his drink choice.
Doctor Kaden, Assistant Director, Medical Services, slides several fingers in my cunt, moving the Ben Wa balls around my canal. My cunt lips are so wet and swollen and aroused, his fingers feel wonderful inside me. He feeds me his drenched fingers and I happily lick my juices from his hand as he dictates his drink choice.
A raging inferno roars deep in my belly. Threads of moisture trickle from the puffy folds of my cunt lips, flowing down between my thighs and soaking into the top of my stockings. How long can I last? How much more can I take before I just give in and fuck myself, consequences be damned. This relentless state of horniness, constantly hovering on the edge of climax is driving me crazy, making me want to beg to perform unspeakable acts in exchange for release.
The Vice Chairman, Master Patryk, slaps my face several times, hard smacks that propel my face to one side or the other from the impact. My cheeks sting and my eyes tear. He jerks the chains suspending my nipples and wakes them up from their numbness with a piercing pain. Sporting a wicked grin, he pulls my clit and twists it back and forth before whispering his cocktail choice.
Prince Naolin, Director of DOM and Slave Education Services, bends me slightly forward and slaps the outside of my breasts, crashing one into the other, the serving tray and my nipples sway like a pendulum with each slap, back and forth. As much as it hurts, it also feels good. He finally pushes me away and chooses his beverage.
Doctor Hamidi, Director of Medical Services, removes the nipple clamps and sucks each nipple until the flattened bud reshapes into stretched pencil erasers. He grabs my left nipple, squeezes it, sinks his teeth into it, and does the same to my right, finally his cocktail choice in between the bites.
Master Kano, Director of Aviation, wedges gashes of skin on my butt cheeks between his fingers and pinches hard, digging his fingertips into the tissue, twisting the flesh, gouging lumps of skin, leaving swatches of bright red mixed with tiny bruises. Slapping my ass, he places his beverage preference.
Duke Alberto, Director of Financial Services, bends me over the table and bites my buttocks, sinking his teeth deep into my flesh. Jumping to move away, he holds my hips rigid and continues to nip at my skin until a trail of teeth indentations mark my skin, and then chooses his favorite beverage.
Sir Aether, Director of Security and Technology, slaps my face hard, both cheeks, and quickly orders his cocktail.
Armed with the beverage orders written on my pad, I waddle to the bartender. Volumes of juices leak from my cunt, the warm slick liquid thickly coats my thighs.
When the first three drinks are ready to be served, I load them onto my tray. Supporting the tray with my hands, I waddle to the Chairman and set the glass before him.
Walking with my legs spread wide and carrying full drinks becomes increasingly more difficult. The Chairman activates the remote controller for the metal balls in my cunt and add to my clumsy waddle. The balls crash wildly into each other and clang loudly against each other.
The Vice Chairman activates his remote and sends vibrations through the butt plug, varying the speeds. My butt cheeks clench tightly to hold everything inside, causing the plug and balls to strike and vibrate against each other through the thin layer of tissue separating each cavity.
Pulses of desire flood my body, my arousal escalates, my body welcomes the approaching orgasm. The toys distract me and pull my focus from the drinks, causing me to spill them while serving the DOMs. Liquid sloshes onto my tray, yet the men continue to adjust the remote controls. Magnificent sensations circulate within me. Eager need to submit to these men fills me. After serving beverages, I kneel next to the Chairman, hands clasped behind my back, the serving tray hanging from my collar, eyes downcast, and quietly waiting. Delightful images of intoxicating pleasure flash in my minds-eye.
My body throbs with anticipation. My nipples leak beads of milk through the tightly held clamps and drip onto the tray, mixing with the spilled beverages.
The Chairman calls the meeting to order and the topic of discussion is the annual Weekend BDSM Festival and the Chairman's Ball. "Invitations must be designed and mailed, events planned, accommodations erected for the attendees, the island and mansion prepared for five hundred guests, and menus selected and chefs hired. Thoughts? Suggestions? Ideas?"
Within my core, a voracious firestorm of arousal constantly tempts me to give my body relief but I keep my hands tightly gripped behind my back, my knuckles white from tension.
The Chairman disconnects my serving tray from my collar, grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my face onto his swollen cock. Eagerly I swallow and clench my throat muscles to draw it inside my mouth until my chin rests against his balls and my nose is buried in his groin hair. I suck his magnificent cock softly at first, then with more pressure.
Choked sounds escape my throat as I hum, my vocal chords vibrate and clench the mushroom-shaped tip. Beads of perspiration dot the small of my back as he works my head up and down to capture the entire length of his cock. My breasts hang downward and swing to and fro as he smashes my nose into his groin.
A volcanic eruption of thick steamy cum spews from his cock and quickly fills my mouth, cheeks bulging with cock and fluids. Saliva and semen forms a frothy white foam around my ruby red lips and then drool down my chin and onto his balls.
It was only when he lifts my face and look into my eyes that I realize the potency of the power he exudes.
"Lick me clean and then take care of Sir David." After licking him clean, I move to the next man.
King Osamu expresses his concerns. "Transportation has been less than organized the past several years. And with an additional two hundred guests requesting to be invited, we should consider an another landing strip and building a temporary dock for the yachts to moor."
Master David slides his cock into my mouth and smothers me with his thick matted belly hair. He crashes his cock into my tonsils, and laughs as I gag and choke.
Bile wells up from my stomach and my eyes bulge from lack of oxygen. He grinds my face into his belly fat, then jerks my head back and forth, his cock tunneling down my throat.
The choking and gagging increases, tears drip from my cheeks as the big head of his cock forces its way into my tiny passage. Gurgling sounds escape from my throat as his cock plugs over three quarters of my throat.
His balls slap loudly against my chin, his hands tighten and twist my head around on his cock. Unable to suck enough air through my nose or mouth, my struggle for air becomes desperate.
His balls are heavy with lust and with one final plunge, he shoots his seed directly into my belly.
Carefully, I thoroughly lick him clean and then crawl to the next board member.
Master Kano wholeheartedly agrees that construction at the air terminal is necessary. "Our two landing strips are sufficient for the planes to arrive and take off. The greater need is space to park the jets and transportation to and from the airstrip and mansion."
Moving to the next man, I take hold of Master Osamu's cock and poke my tongue inside his slit. I slurp the full stem as you would suck the syrup from a snow cone. He thrusts inside my mouth and pinches my nose closed.
Wrapping his large hands through my hair, he guides his balls into my mouth. Swirling and pressing my tongue into each sac, he moans loudly. Drawing each into my mouth, I suck them gently switching switch between each one as they swell with fluid.
My nose and forehead rub against his cock as I lavish his balls with warm saliva, then gently dry them with swirls of hot breath. Our juices co-mingle and coat my face and his groin.
Moaning, he lifts my head and thrusts his cock between my opened lips, pushing my face to its base.
Gurgling noises escape as his cock chokes and gags my passage. Spittle and un-digested cum oozes down my chin. He orders me to "swallow" or "suck harder" as he nears orgasm. Grasping my hair, he plunges his cock deeper and my stomach retches in response. He smashes my nose into his hairy belly and quickly withdraws to spray cum all over my face.
I nuzzle against his cock and suck the fluid into my mouth, then move to the next man.
King Osamu agrees with Master Kano, but has concerns about the port accommodating the number of vessels. "We can expect at least 45-50 yachts based on the past several years. Enlarging our port is costly whereas we can add buoys beyond the harbor and use small boats to ferry guests between ship to shore. This also reduces the need for onshore lodging by allowing guests to sleep onboard."
Master Madan draws me between his thighs and face-slaps me with his partially erect cock.
I clamp my lips tight around his straining shaft to create a vacuum. It pulses and throbs as he thrusts into my throat, his plunges escalate from quick to urgent. Unable to prolong his pleasure, he spews jets of hot, sticky sperm.
My cheeks swell from the volume of liquid even as my throat works convulsively to swallow every drop. I move my tongue across the surface of his cock to clean him and then crawl to the next man.
Duke Alberto chimes in with his thoughts. "Financial considerations need to be discussed before we consider any type of permanent construction. I agree that mooring ships just outside the harbor would be a major cost savings. We could consider erecting additional hangers using pre-fabricated sheet metal construction that can be assembled and taken down as the need arises. I am against cluttering the air terminal with permanent hangers that will, for the most part, remain empty during most of the year."
Master Kaden penetrates my throat in one long lunge, knocking the air from my lungs.
I swallow his long thick cock, struggle to get air into my lungs, making wet smacking sounds. I love the feel of his cock as it thrusts in and out of my mouth. After several hard thrusts, his balls draw up close to his body and the tip of his cock swells.
Lifting my head, he lunges at an upward thrust. His balls contract against my chin and streams of cum flow from the stem.
Swallowing every drop, I dutifully clean him and move to the next man.
Sir Madan wholeheartedly agrees. "I like the idea of constructing temporary but re-usable facilities for arrival departure needs. We may also want to consider using slave ponies to transport guests from the air terminal instead of motor coaches and vehicles that spew exhaust fumes. Additionally, our roads are narrow and traffic jams are very unpleasant for our guests."
Doctor Hamidi presses my face into his balls. Taking one into my mouth, I circle it with my tongue and gently suck and then release it. I rotate between the two as they swell with fluid.
My nose and forehead stroke the stem of his cock as I work on his balls, blowing warm breath up and down the stem. The mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum creates a slick surface on my face.
With a moan, he lifts my head and thrusts his cock between my opened lips, moving it against the sides of my cheeks, back and forth, left and right. He pushes my face into his groin, shoving his cock deeper into my throat.
Unable to last, he fills my mouth with his cum and holds my head firmly in place until his cock softens.
Sir Aether's concerns are two-fold, construction and service personnel thefts and minor scuffles between intoxicated guests. "We have had to increase our law enforcement and security personnel two months prior to the BDSM Ball and maintain their presence several weeks after the event. The primary reason is that we have not performed adequate screenings on construction and service personnel in the past. This has caused us and our guests unwanted inconveniences. I would also like to propose allowing the island's law enforcement personnel to carry non-lethal weapons such as stun guns and impact or bean-bag guns. As it is now, only security persons carry any type of weapons, and they number less than half of our police officers."
The Vice Chairman thrusts his hips toward me, impaling his cock firmly in my mouth. He slides easily down my throat, my gag reflex completely suppressed. Grunts of pleasure bellow from his chest as he slides in and out of my mouth. Grasping my hair at the roots, he gently tugs and pulls my mouth along the length. Maintaining a slow steady rhythm through my lips, his cock plunges and taps my tonsils as he makes love to my hungry mouth.
The taste and texture of his cock awakens hundreds of cells and nerve endings in my mouth. The heaviness of his balls in my hands radiate heat through the thin tissue. It is a pleasure to make love to this cock. With a sudden roar, he smashes my head to his groin and buries my nose in his belly.
My eyes water and my throat convulses as great gushes of cum spurt, some drooling down my chin onto my breasts.
A deep burning itch explodes in my nipples, my need for gratification torments my hungry cunt. My butt cheeks clench and unclench. Pores ooze beads of sweat soaked with the lusty fragrance of a wild animal in need of breeding. My jaw went from painful to numb and my mouth is permanently fixed into the "O" position.
Lost in a sea of cocks under the table as the meeting continues above, I move in a daze, my mind switches to auto-pilot, every action automatic as I methodically move to the next cock.
Master Naolin face-slaps me, then slips his cock in my mouth for a few seconds, withdraws and smears the blend of saliva and pre-cum on my face. With a wicked grin, he plunges to the back of my throat again, holding still as my tonsils massage his tip. Breathing is need that is second to his or my passion, and I push away from him to quickly fill my lungs.
Vibrations from my screams compress his cock. Using my breasts as support handles, he pounds the back of my throat, his balls slam into my chin, finally his seed explodes.
Gasping, I gulp every drop.
Nauseated from swallowing so much semen, I choke down the sour liquid threatening to be ejected from my stomach. My jaw aches and the cocks under the table seem to tease me with promises of pleasure.
Dr. Hamidi clears his throat before sharing his thoughts. "Nursing personnel should be increased to at least eight for minor cuts, abrasions, and other health issues. However, I want to propose that we either ban the practices of piercing, branding, or otherwise modifying or sadistically punishing a slave unless a qualified medical professional is present. Last year, we have a few incidents where slaves were injured and required hospitalization. This is not an acceptable outcome for the BDSM Ball nor a liability our group wants to assume."
Master Kano grabs my hair and forces my face to the base of his belly.
I swallow him, squeezing the tip as it swells in the back of my throat. He pumps my head faster, guiding my mouth from the tip to the base of his groin. Pushing and pulling my head faster and then slower, he fills the back of my throat with his warm juices.
Master Alberto jerks me over to his lap, my mouth poised over the tip of his cock resting on his belly. I run my tongue along the lining of his sheath until the uncircumcised tip of the pokes out. I gently knead his balls with my fingers as I lick his cock.
His legs twitch and jerk as though he is running in place. His breathing becomes short, rapid gasps and his groans grow louder and more pronounced as he ejects his watery semen into my mouth.
By now my throat and mouth are painfully sore but I'm not finished yet. Still in a daze, I move to the next Master, despite my body's protests.
Master Aether presses my face into his balls. I take each one into my mouth, circle it with my tongue and suck gently. Switching between his balls, I can feel them swell with fluid beneath my tongue. I slide my nose and forehead the full length of his cock. My warm breath caresses his stem as it hardens and leaks pre-cum. Emitting a low moan, he lifts my head and thrusts his cock between my opened lips. He slides it against my cheeks, back and forth, left and right, then pushes my face to the base as he fills my mouth with cum.
The date is set, agenda is outlined and the Board votes and accepts each item, and responsibilities are assigned.
The Chairman brings the meeting to a close.
Cum-drenched, I am led to the bathroom where the butler bathes and then secures me to my bed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Thoughts float freely in my minds-eye as I wait for sleep. The past few weeks have been a tortuous descent from innocence to depravity. It has taken incredible pain and mental anguish, but I now understand that my old life of "simple" is gone. I have to accept that my sole responsibility, my reason for being is to pleasure my masters; my needs are not even secondary, they are that unimportant.
I have to learn how to derive satisfaction by performing for my possessors, engaging in any perverse acts demanded of me, and debasing myself for their enjoyment.
I thought that I was fully trained by Master Jonathan, but realize he was preparing me for greater challenges. I don't think that I can live up to expectations nor satisfy the twelve men, their voracious sexual appetites are insatiable. Sobbing quietly, visions of my life with Master Jonathan console my aching heart.
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On my birthday, Master lead me barefoot to the bank of the Osage River that runs through his property. At the water's edge, a large two-room tent was erected.
The first room had a large floor rug with a low table elaborately set and laden with a variety of foods and wines. The adjacent room was furnished with a king-sized air mattress covered with satin sheets and ample pillows. Battery operated lanterns softly illuminated the tent and music played faintly on a portable player.
"I am going to officially accept you as my pleasure slave. You will wear my collar. Tonight, you will become a woman in every sense of the word. I am going to take your virginity, and then your cute little puckered opening. Both will hurt, but in the long-term, will bring you great pleasure."
Until this evening, Master fingered my cunt or sucked my clit, but no penetration. Sometimes, I got so worked up that I begged him to take me, but he refused. To alleviate his need, he taught me how to properly suck his cock and drink his cum, often several times a day.
Our passion was overwhelming, more a desperate need than desire. He moved between my raised thighs and slowly, gently entered my virgin cunt. He paused at the thin barrier, pressed forward, and then increased the pressure against the membrane. Lurching forward, he broke through. It hurt but it was a pain that I needed; I was long overdue for this passage into womanhood. I wanted to be his slave girl. I needed to belong to him.
He circled his thumb on the opening of my ass to distract me and smeared my juices on the swollen sphincter.
He recklessly thrust into my vagina and slammed into my cervix, stretching my canal with his cock. He started slowly but quickly progressed as lust overwhelmed both of us.
His cock pounded my canal, then stroked the sides as filled me with his cum for the first time.
He withdrew and slid his cock between my lips. Hungrily, I licked him clean; our juices tasted a sweet with a light musky scent. My body throbbed, hips rolled and lunged forward and outward, searching for anything or something to complete my journey into womanhood.
He watched my seething unfulfilled lust much as a teacher assesses the performances of a prized student, a bemused half-smile lit his face. Teetering on the brink of an orgasmic explosion, I wail in despair; it is just out of reach.
Animals devour prey with an unspeakable ferociousness using their mouth and hands. Inconsolable, I felt like an animal, fully devouring his cock, swallowing it, sucking it, licking it needing it to hurry and get hard again. Sliding its full length tip to base, I gulped it with my throat muscles and held it tight, but breathing is need that is second to my passion, but soon won out. Gasping for air, I reached between my thighs and marveled at the liquids pouring from my cunt. My fingers scooped the mixture and I licked them dry, then collected more.
Master moved between my thighs and generously spread a warm lube in and outside my rectum. He pressed the head of his cock on the puckered lips and gradually tunneled inside. He stretched the opening and filled my rectum with his hardness then paused as my muscles clenched and adjusted to the intruder buried within. He withdrew completely, paused at my entrance, then leisurely journeyed in again. It was amazing. My butt cheeks squeezed tightly and my hips thrust backwards to nuzzle against his groin. Tiny impulses of pleasure shot through me as his balls tapped against my clit. Increasing his pace, he drove into me until we both melded, overtaken by an extraordinary orgasm. My body shook. I screamed, twisted and ground my hips into his groin as my orgasm peaked and then subsided.
I miss Master Jonathan. He is my family, my only family. And I love him. I love him. Silently, I cried until falling asleep.
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