At the Table
Lady in Waiting (6)
Dressed by request, and as my Master desired, myself, Matt and Errol travelled
to the dinner party location. All the way, I had to sit on the leather seat of
the car, with my dress lifted up, my arse and cunt on cold leather, legs open
wide. I am surprised, the chauffeur did not cause an accident, he was staring
so much. Errol invited him to use me, but he had a look of complete terror and
shock at seeing me all slaved up, he declined...thank god. Matt had a secret
smile on his face....
The party was held in a big country manor, set deep in the woods, away from the
road, people, civilisation. A buxom beauty answered the door, kissed both my
masters' feet, supplicating herself. "See here cunt, that's the way it's
done!", Slap round my face. Ouch..."speak only when you are spoken to, cunt!
Show me up, and I will have to hurt you real bad" Matt's voice, ringing in my
ears from the hard slap I had received, trying not to cry...
There were approximately fifteen men milling around a big dinner table, but no
food to be found. I remembered to keep my eyes down, not looking any of them in
the eye. There, it seems were men from all over Europe, speaking different
languages. A big black dog languished near the open fire, which was roaring. I
was brought a murky drink, a bitter aftertaste; I immediately began to feel its
effects. My labia swelling, cunt filling with blood, and wetness, I thought
"everyone can see, what a little slutslave I am!"; finding it hard to breathe.
I heard the men chatting among themselves, from far off. I was pushed toward a
stool and sat down by the guiding hands; the dog began to look intently at me,
from his black, beady eyes. The hands arranged my legs, so that I was spread
wide, dog sniffing the air, ears pricked...wandered over, sniffing my cunt,
licking his chops. I was saved, the dog berated "later..." came a strange
voice, "later, Brutus", the dog settled down by the fire again.
I was being discussed, like a cow on show, one man, English, from his accent was
really enjoying the discussion, I could tell he was a nasty one...glad of the
murky drink I had received, it had taken me out of myself, I could hear plans
being made for my "being used" as he so quaintly put it, by himself, during his
break from work. "That can be arranged..."
Hands, an appreciable amount of hands, tongues...touching, grabbing, pinching;
anywhere and everywhere, dress falling to the floor, being bent over; "look at
that little arse, the tight cunt. Do you like the Brand and piercing, still got
blood...look..." my master pointing out my attributes. Complete strangers,
fingering wounds, pulling on piercing (more blood as the wound re-opened). "You
have done a good job, Matt, exemplary", Englishman...dirty bastard, was my
thought. As he was saying to me, "kiss my feet, cunt, lick my toes", I was on
automatic pilot, before the sentence was out of his mouth, I was obeying his
instructions; "well trained too". I could hear the smile, satisfaction in his
voice, "you", he said, addressing me, "will enjoy my company, little slut", he
was laughing.... This was going to be along night.
Thank god for small mercies and murky drinks. It was a long night; I was used,
abused, filled with cum, in all holes. On my body, welts, from a whipping, I
remember begging for them to stop, only to be punished, for talking, by being
made to sit on the spiked dildo, causing me to bleed. Openly, one of the guests
exclaimed, "Oh, it looks like we got a bleeder" and unceremoniously shoved his
cock, to his quick, into my bleeding, wounded pussy; "Dirty bitch" he
continuously whispered in my ear, all the while pounding me. The dog was
watching intently, as I was placed on my knees, strutting over for a sniff, a
little lick, a little nibble, getting more intense as he continued to get more
excited. "Sit, later..." The hands, licks, pinching, pulling tugging. Cocks
invading every orifice, I had begun to feel like the cunt my master said I was!
Eventually I was laid out, spread out on the table, it was then I realised, I
was for dinner! Sometimes tenderly, but mostly without a care for my feelings
or me, I was poked, chocked, stroked. Fucked in my face, my arse, my cunt.
Tits and face full of cum, some swallowed... I do not believe neither Matt nor
Errol participated, seeming quite happy to observe, guide and instruct. It was
Errol, who eventually guided the black dog over to my supplicated body, guided
the dog into my cunt, and petted the dog, encouraging him. "Is she not a
beauty, eh?" my masters voice, as the dog's spasmodic movements, pushed his knob
right up into my cunt, and came, whimpering, yelping. I was completely defiled!
Matt was petting my hair, calling me a good girl, looking into my eyes
intently..." I love you," he whispered....
The end...for now!
