Chapter 15 - A New Prison Tale - John's Story
I was beside myself with excitement when Master announced that June and I were
to swap prisons for a change. My mind was filled with the joy of being used by
countless females, with hot juicy pussies for me to service with my mouth and
penis. I would miss the hot stiff cocks, of course, but it would be so lovely to
be servicing female sexuality for a change. I might not have been so eager had I
known what was in store for me, however, but, on reflection, I might have been
even more excited by the prospect, given my utterly servile, and immaculately
masochistic nature.
I was transported to the prison island in the normal fashion, and a footman
installed my naked body on the small dock. From that point on, nothing was as it
had been before, starting with the way my body was presented. My writs were
shackled to an overhead beam at the end of the small jetty, and my legs were
spread so wide that my feet no longer touched the wooden planks, by means of a
five foot spreader being attached to my ankle cuffs.
While my nudity swayed slowly in the gentle breeze of the early morning the
footman hung various implements from my body rings. After unlocking my penis,
which, of course, immediately snapped to throbbing erection once it was freed,
the footman hung Master's most vicious testicle whip from the ring at the base
of those testicles it was designed to punish. On my stiff hot penis the footman
hung my specialised penis whip, from the ring piercing it behind its swollen
head. A cane with a penis shaped grip, had that grip driven deeply into my tight
arsehole. A plastic folder containing a note to the island's queen was hung from
my right teat ring, and the key, together with my cock lock, was hung from my
left teat ring. Finally, the cruel little cluster of straps that formed my
ejaculation inhibitor was hung from my nose ring.
As soon as he was satisfied that my preparations were complete the footman
re-boarded the boat, and it immediately got under way. I hung there on the dock,
the skin of my naked body being brushed by the cool early morning breeze, and
waited, with ever growing excitement, to be collected. The fact that my body was
decorated with the agents of its punishment made my blood race with masochistic
adrenaline. It had become obvious that my week with the female prisoners was not
to follow the normal pattern that took place at the male prison. It was obvious
that punishment would be an integral part of my treatment by the women, and not
merely the erotic diversion that it had become at the men's prison.
I noticed a pair of females approaching the dock after about a half an hour or
so. One of them was tall and dressed in a long flowing robe. Her companion was
much smaller, and dressed in a short skirted, low necked dress that seemed to be
two sizes too small for her. As they got closer I was able to see that the
taller woman's dress was made of heavy satin, and made her look almost regal. It
was obvious that she was voluptuously built, and her magnificent breasts bulged
over the top of her tight bodice. Her features were tastefully made up, and her
long, black hair hung down her back in a pony tail.
The smaller companion was obviously much younger than the tall woman, probably
still in her teens. She was truly beautiful with a delicate face, and a gorgeous
body. I realised that this must be the lovely Jezebel, who June waxed so lyrical
about in her tales of service on the prison island. The closer she got the more
ridiculously skimpy her dress seemed. Its skirt hem barely covered her bottom
cheeks and pussy, and her large, shapely tits were almost completely bare, their
nipples, it seemed, were the only parts of them hidden from view.
The two of them came right up to my swaying, hanging nudity, their eyes wide
open in wonder and excitement. I guessed that I must have been the first naked
male that they had seen for some time. "Would you look at the prick on him, my
Queen!" The tiny girl cried out in sheer elation. "Yes, little Jezebel." The
regal woman replied, "He does possess a fine specimen. And I will soon see it
stretching, and filling your hot, juicy little pussy, you can be assured!" She
declared, just a a gust of wind caused the girl's skirt to billow out revealing
not only that she was pantiless, but also that her plump little mound was
hairless and smooth. "Now, get me Master's note, you wanton little hussy!" The
Queen commanded.
The little girl skipped over to my hanging nudity to do her Queen's bidding. She
was so short that she had to reach up to get to the folder hanging from my teat
ring, and as she did her skirt rode up, and I felt the smooth warm skin of her
belly pressing against my stiff penis, which was throbbing with arousal by this
time. The girl unhooked the note, and returned to the Queen, handing it to her.
While the Queen opened the note, and then began to read it out loud, Jezebel
could not tear her eyes away from my long, stiff penis, her mouth literally
drooling with wanton lust. I tried to thrust it out towards her, to show her
that it was stiff and hot, just for her, that the sight of her erotically
adorned charms was the sole reason that it stood so hard and aroused, that it
was hers to use, and abuse to her heart's content. Then the Queen's commanding
voice broke my concentration. I hung there and shivered with delicious dread,
while she read the instructions out loud, for the benefit of Jezebel, and for as
well, I suppose.
Queen of Prisoners
The slave pig hanging from the beam is yours for a week.
As is the case with his bitch sister, the pig is essentially a pain slave. The
fact that he is an utterly servile, exquisitely trained sex animal as well, is
merely a bonus. You can be assured that the pig's mouth and tongue are as
skilled as the bitch's, and that the prick slug that juts out from his fork is
capable of feats of endurance that are almost beyond belief, especially when it
is adorned by the spit inhibitor that hangs from the pig's nose ring.
To the spit inhibitor itself. I would recommend that it is attached to the pig's
prick slug whenever you want to use it to fuck yourselves, although this is not
mandatory. Firstly, we don't want any unwanted pregnancies, even though we can
take care of such an event if necessary, and secondly, if the inhibitor is used
then the pig can remain stiff and hard endlessly. The bonus with the inhibitor
is that it only prevents the spitting, but not the climaxes. The pig's nuts are
prevented from spitting their scum, but not from producing it. This causes the
pig to suffer more and more as his nuts swell to bursting point, as he should,
whenever his prong is permitted to enter the sexual paradise of superior pussy.
It also means that when he is finally permitted to spit, the eruption is quite
spectacular, and should entertain you, and your subjects mightily.
Now to the actual spitting that the pig is to be permitted to display. I command
that he only be allowed to spit just once a day. How, and under what
circumstances you achieve this, is entirely up to you. But I would suggest that
whipping the scum from the pig's prick slug is both highly entertaining, and
also beautifully degrading and deliciously painful for the pig himself,
especially if the audience watching it happen is large. It is also quite
entertaining to have the pig wank himself before an audience while he verbally
humiliates himself for the viewers' amusement.
In the matter of communication I had intended that the pig be restricted to the
sparse and
restrictive regime that he is held in here, at the chateau. But, on reflection,
and in deference to your amusement, I have decided that the pig may express
himself on occasion. His verbal utterances, however, are restricted to begging
and pleading while asking to be punished, and describing his anguish while
actually being punished. Other than this, he is to remain silent.
This brings me to the matter of punishment. As I mentioned earlier, the pig is
essential a pain slave. The more merciless and relentless the punishment, the
more spectacular is the pig's response. He glories in his suffering, adores it,
yearns for it, and is only really happy when his slave carcass is in total
agony. He must be punished savagely, and frequently throughout the week. I place
no limits on the amount of punishment that the pig is forced to endure. Only
that the whips that hang from his carcass now are the only ones to be used. This
is so because each of them are designed to punish a specific part of the slave's
anatomy, and are designed to inflict the maximum pain, while causing the least
amount of actual physical damage. The pig's punishments must be savage, brutal,
and be inflicted with utter pitilessness. I have found that, here at the
chateau, committed lesbians are best suited to punishing males, and I know you
have many such women among your subjects. Use then, Queen of slaves, use them
for this purpose.
You will have, no doubt, received the arm binders I sent to you. The pig's arms
are to be kept in bondage whenever he is used for sexual service. The pig is
never to be permitted to touch the bodies of his superiors during sexual
service. His hands are only ever available to him when I have him perform with
other slaves. There must be no exception to this rule and I, even though you
might disagree, do not consider that there are any slaves on the island.
The pig's carcass is to be in good condition when it is picked up at the end of
the week. This is the only stipulation I have.
The Master
By the time the Queen had finished reading out Master's instructions, and
suggestions, my hanging nudity was shaking with masochistic lust. A week of
unrelenting suffering, mingled with unrestrained sexual lust, was almost beyond
my wildest dreams. My huge prick throbbed with absolute depravity, my testicles
ached with longing, and my whip handle packed arse pit squeezed the length of
its enormous invader in helpless passion. The Queen's slut, Jezebel, approached
my swinging nudity again, and began to try to bring it down. She couldn't, of
course reach up high enough to free my wrists, and had to be assisted by the
Queen.
While the Queen was busy unshackling my wrists, Jezebel removed the spreader
from my ankles, and my feet were once again able to touch the wooden planking of
the jetty. When my hands were free I immediately clasped them behind my head to
clearly display that even when not in bondage, my compete submission to the
women was complete. While Jezebel was unhooking the two whips from my penis and
testicles she asked in wonder, "Do you really like to have your lovely, big,
stiff cock, and gorgeous, fat, sap filled balls whipped with these?"
"Please! Please, adorable little Madam!" I cried out with masochistic lust, "A
lewd pain slave's lust prong and scum bags exist to be punished! When you whip
mine with these fabulous whips, sweet Madam, whip them hard! Whip them
mercilessly! Whip them pitilessly! Please, sweet Madam! Please!" My servile
reaction was received with astonishment by the pair of prisoners, but not with
any sense of revulsion, rather with giggles of girlish excitement.
Jezebel quickly removed my cock lock, and its key from my left teat, the Queen
commenting when she was handed them, "We won't be needing these this week!" She
then pocketed these items, and withdrew a dog leash from a pocket hidden in the
folds of her flowing gown. This joined the spurt inhibitor in being clipped to
my nose ring. The cane, with its enormous penis grip was left buried deeply in
my stretched open arsehole while I was led off towards a building off in the
distance.
I followed the two women, gazing longingly at the glimpses of little Jezebel's
cute bare bottom cheeks each time a gust of breeze caused her skimpy skirt to
lift. After about five minutes or so we entered a large building. As with the
male prison island there were no locks on the doors, the sea forming the most
appropriate means of discouraging escape, not that there was ever likely to be a
serious attempt from the bizarrely run prison. We walked down a long corridor,
sounds coming from behind many of the doors along its length, until we came to
what were to prove to be the Queen's quarters, which she shared with her
personal slut, Jezebel, and a harem of five other young girl prisoners.
Once inside the Queen's quarters I was prodded and pushed until I was kneeling
on a mat before the Queen's throne-like armchair. The two of them then, almost
completely ignoring my presence, began to talk about how my time might be
allocated to the general population. I knelt there, blushing with shame as each
suggestion was considered and either agreed, or rejected. The terrible spurt
inhibitor, still degradingly dangling from my nose ring, would be strapped to my
penis almost constantly, and I shuddered with dread when I realised just how
swollen and aching my poor testicles were to become.
Between them the two decided that the Queen's harem would always have first use
of me each morning. Then I would spend ten hours in the prison common room,
being used by the general population, or at least those members that were either
bisexual, or predominately heterosexual, which, to my mild surprise, was most of
the population. Jezebel was instructed to form a squad of four of the most
virulent, man hating dykes to administer to my punishments. The beautiful little
girl was also appointed as my pimp for the week.
The spurt inhibitor was removed from my nose ring as I knelt, spread legged
before the seated Queen of prisoners, by Jezebel. Under the Queen's instructions
she reached down into my hairless fork and, with some initial difficulty,
managed to fix the complex series of thin straps around the base of my achingly
erect penis, and tightly packed testicle sack. She eventually worked out which
strap went where, with some non verbal assistance on my part, then pulled it all
tight and stepped back to admire her work.
My splayed open thighs shuddered with a mixture of dread, and acute sexual
excitement when the Queen asked her lovely personal slut teasingly, "Is your
little pussy hot and wet, you little hussy?" Jezebel replied, of course, that it
was, and the Queen then rejoined. "You can go first then, and we'll see how the
pig performs!" Then, turning her attention to me, the haughty Dominatrix
commanded, "On your back on the mat with legs and arms outstretched, piggy!
Let's see how good that big prong in your lewd fork is!" I did as I was ordered,
and Jezebel had soon connected my wrist and ankle cuffs to conveniently placed
eye bolts that were embedded in the floor at the corners of the smooth rubber
mat.
Jezebel then shucked off her flimsy dress revealing her gorgeous nudity. My
aching penis throbbed with desire at the sheer beauty of the tiny girl. She
squatted over my crotch, spreading her shapely thighs wide. Her smooth pussy was
already glistening with the juices of her arousal by the time she reached down
and delicately grasped the stem of my steel hard penis, and bent it out from my
splayed open fork. I sighed with pleasure when the swollen head of my penis was
maneuvered until it was brought flush up against the heated, wet meat of
Jezebel's drooling pussy pit.
We both squealed in helpless ecstasy when she plunged her body down, and the
elastic tube of her pussy pit enveloped the entire length of my pounding penis.
She was to tight, and so hot, and the walls of her pussy tube writhed so
exquisitely around my throbbing stalk, that I came immediately. I couldn't help
myself. Jezebel's fabulous pussy was so divine. My testicles ached and ached as
they were denied release for the flood of juice that had been building up in
them, and my penis jerked and pulsated in seemingly never ending orgasm while
Jezebel plunged her pussy up and down on it.
"Oh my Queen!" The wildly rutting slut squealed in ecstasy. "The pig's prong is
so hot, so hard! I'm coming! I'm coming! My lewd twat is exploding with
pleasure!" She shrieked while her rolling bottom rose and fell over my fork with
ever increasing velocity. A few seconds later she erupted once again. I thought
that her pussy pit was trying to strangle the life out of my pounding cock stem,
so violently did its muscular walls react to her climax. "I'm coming again my
Queen!" She squawked, completely out of control, her plump tits flopping wildly
with her gyrations.
By this time I almost beside myself with sexual lust, but despite this I fought
valiantly to stop my penis from climaxing again, in the vain hope of relieving
the powerful strain on my bursting testicles. Also, I noted that five more young
females, all gloriously naked, had entered the room. This, I supposed, was the
rest of the Queen's personal harem. All of the girls were tiny in stature, but
with huge tits. The tall voluptuous Queen obviously liked her sex partners to be
young, lovely, tiny in stature, but big titted, and found myself wondering if
they were natural, or hormonally enhanced.
While the small group watched avidly, Jezebel continued to fuck her brains out
on my aching penis, until she climaxed for a third time, then the queen snapped,
"That will do, you little slut!" With extreme reluctance, Jezebel rose up from
my body, her writhing pussy pit giving my penis an extra strong squeeze of
farewell as it reluctantly allowed the stalk of lust to escape its clutches. My
penis was red, and horrifically swollen by this time, and glistened wetly with
Jezebel's creamy joy juice.
"My, my!" The Queen exclaimed. "The pig's cock has grown beautifully. By the
time you've all finished little whores, it will be just right for my cunt!" Then
she addressed her little gathering of sex toys, "Each of you can fuck the pig
until you've come three times, and don't waste any time over it, for I'm getting
as horny as hell!" She beckoned to the sweating Jezebel, still glowing from her
repeated sexual climaxes. "You, little slut, can help by releasing some of my
sexual energy for me while I watch my harlots enjoy themselves, and wait for my
turn with the slave pig!"
While I watched the delicious little Jezebel, and a couple of her colleagues
strip the Queen the first of the harem speared her hot pussy on my standing
penis, and I was once again filled with pleasure. The girl pumped away, driving
herself towards inevitable orgasm while I watched the magnificent body of the
Queen, being revealed. It was no wonder that this bevy of beautiful young girls
was so devoted to their Queen for the woman was truly magnificent, the very
epitome of voluptuous female sensuality. Her breasts were superb, huge and firm,
with nipples that were as large as any I had ever laid eyes on. Her bottom
cheeks were perfectly shaped and flawless, but it was what was between her
voluptuous thighs that really had me drooling with lust.
The neatly trimmed bush of hair could not conceal the long lipped pussy that
nestled there so alluringly. The pussy was exquisite in every detail. Its lips
were long and smooth, and deliciously plump. The clitoris at the apex of those
divine sex lips was so big that it actually splayed the lips open slightly, even
in its dormant state. The sheer size of the stalk of female sexuality meant that
its shiny tip was revealed, rather than hidden by its loose foreskin, as is more
normal for the average sized clitoris. This was the pussy of a highly sexed
woman. It was a commanding, and utterly demanding pussy, that required a bevy of
sluts to attend to its pleasure. One could never be enough!
I gazed at the exquisite pussy with helpless adoration, while my erotically
tormented penis erupted in yet another dry climax, brought on as much by the
sheer sight of the Queen's fabulous charms, as it had by the gloriously tight,
hot, wet pussy tube that plunged up and down on its arching length. I was almost
green with envy while I watched Jezebel kneel before her Queen, and bring her
lovely face up to that divine sex. I was denied the continued sight of Jezebel's
flicking tongue teasing the Queen's sacred pussy when a pair of slender thighs
closed around my head, and I was presented with a young pussy, shaved smooth,
and dripping with the juice of it owner's lust.
I closed my mouth over the pussy and thrilled to the spicy flavours it exuded. I
sucked on it passionately, tongue lashing its stiff little clitoris until it
exploded in shattering orgasm. "Does the pig suck well, slut?" I heard the Queen
ask, and was gratified when the slut whose pussy I was feasting on replied, "He
sucks cunt like a slut, my Queen!" And I drove my tongue as deeply into her
pussy pit as was humanly possible, to let the girl know that I was grateful for
her praise of my devoted tongue.
Each of the remaining sluts, in turn, mounted my penis and fucked herself to the
allowed three orgasms on its throbbing length. After a while I began to gain
more control over my own reactions, and only dry climaxed two more times before
the last of the Queen's harem had taken her pleasure, and I was left, lying on
my back, with my penis swollen almost beyond belief, and scarlet in its coloring
and, of course, dripping with glistening female joy juice.
"Jezebel," The Queen ordered, thrusting the little slut's face away from her
pussy. "Clean up the pig's prong while I allow him to worship my cunt, before I
use the prong to pleasure it!" My heart leapt with joy at these words. Not only
would I be able to savour the sensations of a soft tongue licking the juices
from my aching penis, and soothing it, but I was to be granted the sacred honour
of tasting the Queen's exquisite sex. It was an almost an overbearing burden for
me to bear, not being able to cry out my gratitude to the Queen, for the gifts I
was being granted, but I remembered Master's instructions. I was only to
communicate verbally while undergoing punishment.
I sighed with pleasure when Jezebel's soft tongue lapped insistently over the
fabulously sensitised skin of the swollen head of my penis. The little slut
began to diligently undertake the task her sovereign had given her, to clean my
rock hard penis of the juices of the pussies that had used its throbbing length
for their pleasure. Then the Queen's open thighs descended, and enveloped my
head and I found myself confronted with sheer paradise.
The Queen had arranged herself so that she could watch Jezebel at her task. This
meant that my eyes were greeted with the wondrous sight of the Queen's highly
aroused sex, but also the pinkish ring of her tasty looking little anal opening,
nestling so alluringly between her split open bottom cheeks. I almost sobbed
with happiness while the ripe aroma of aroused female sexuality overwhelmed my
senses. I could not stop myself. The sight of those long plump pussy lips,
gaping open, and glistening with arousal, the large swollen, stiff clitoris, the
gaping mouth of the heavenly pussy tube, were all too much for me. I had to
surrender to this vision of sexual paradise! I had to signal to the Queen that I
adored her, and worshipped her with every fibre of my being! So I did the only
thing that a slave could do in such circumstances. With surges of joy and
happiness filling me I raised my head from the floor and submissively tongue
kissed the Queen's glorious anal ring.
I kept my lips glued to the Queen's anal ring for a few seconds, my tongue
spearing the tight ring, to slosh around in the hot rectum, with slavish
passion. Then I withdrew my tongue and prepared myself to enter submissive
paradise. My lips pressed up against the moist lips of the Queen's sacred pussy,
and my taste buds were flooded with the rich, ripe flavours of her overpowering
sexuality. I couldn't help myself, my long, agile tongue plowed deeply between
those swollen lips and slurped wildly at the juices that flooded the sex slot in
abundance. My mouth drew the huge clitoris into it and I sucked the hard,
throbbing knob of female lust with passion and submissive delight.
The Queen enjoyed my attentions for a couple of minutes, then rose from my face,
much to my chagrin. She reversed her voluptuous nudity so that she face my head,
then arranged her splayed thighs over my the rearing stalk of my arching penis.
I squealed in joy when her hot, tight pussy tube finally enveloped my stalk of
slave lust completely. I had never experienced a pussy tube so exquisitely hot
and muscular in my life. It seemed to strangle my throbbing length, squeezing it
with powerful contractions. The Queen plunged her bottom up and down on the pole
which began to spasm in dry climax almost from the first, excruciatingly
pleasurable plunge.
My aching, throbbing, pulsating penis continued to explode in uncontrollable
climax during the entire three minutes it took the Queen to bring herself off.
My testicles swelled, and swelled until they must surely burst open with the
insane pressure they were now under. I had never, never, ever been subjected to
such pleasure, pleasure that soon transcended ecstasy, to become rapturous
sexual agony. Then the Queen abruptly rose up, unsheathing her pussy pit from my
aching penis.
Still breathing heavily from her hedonistic exertions, the Queen ordered Jezebel
to prepare me for the day's service, and the rest of her harem were dismissed to
undertake their normal daily duties throughout the complex. I was freed from the
floor and ordered to stand up. Jezebel then went about trapping my arms in a
full bent arm binder that kept each limb firmly captive behind my back, with
elbows touching, and wrists attached to the rear ring in my slave collar. We
then left the Queen's chamber, and made off to the cell that was to be my place
of 'work' each day of my stay at the prison.
When we reached this room a pair of particularly nasty looking bull dykes were
already in the cell. Each of these women was armed with a whip of supple
leather. They were to be my punishers for the day, and would attend to my pain
and suffering whenever my performance warranted such attention, or just to amuse
themselves, as I was to learn as time went on. My sexual ordeal then began.
Dominant women used my penis to bring themselves off, then had me fuck their
sluts in either pussy or arse. Some Dominatrix's had their submissives suck on
my pounding penis, for their own viewing pleasure. And, of course, I sucked on
drooling pussy, and speared tight arse ring with my servile tongue almost with
non stop frequency.
From time to time my arse cheeks would erupt in pain when the sadistic lesbians
laid into them with their whips and canes, sometimes to prepare me for a savage
raping of my arse pit by a dyke with an enormous dildo, and on other occasions
purely for the viewing entertainment of other lesbians. By the time each day's
shift came to an end, I was always completely physically exhausted by the
relentless sexual abuse. My penis was sore and swollen, almost beyond belief,
and my testicles, well they were so swollen, and ached so furiously, that I
could hardly bear to close my thighs.
After the completion of the shift I was taken away, and allowed to shower and
clean my body, under Jezebel's continued supervision, in preparation for the
ritual of my penis spitting, which always took place in the prison's theatre
after the evening meal. The manner in which I was brought off varied from day to
day, but invariably involved a large dose of pain and humiliation for me, and
spectacular erotic entertainment for the watching audience of inmates. After the
prisoners had dined, (I was also fed at the same time, but not in the company of
the inmates), all gathered in the theatre. The dykes would accompany both
Jezebel and I onto the stage, and I would find myself staring out into a sea of
expectant faces, my swollen penis, still trapped in the orgasm inhibitor,
swaying obscenely from my lewd splayed fork. Jezebel had, to my eternal,
delighted humiliation, taken to allowing me to plan my own shamefully obscene
displays, and this allowed me to cater to the almost unendurable masochistic
yearning that would inevitably build up over the day's sexual service.
It would also allow me to express myself in the most obscene and humiliating
fashion, and to wallow in the utter shame of my circumstances, to my heart's
content. All this, of course, was added to the immaculate ecstasy that would
consume me utterly, while my testicles were finally permitted to shed the flood
of built up juices, brought about by the countless dry climaxes that I had been
forced to endure throughout the day. The two cruel dykes assigned for that day
would take great delight in ensuring that my pain and suffering were as brutally
inflicted as possible. It was as if each pair that attended to me tried to outdo
their colleagues in the cruelty and viciousness with which they punished me.
Thus, I would be kneeling between the two sadistic lesbians, waiting for the
stage to be lit up, my heart pounding with delicious dread, my fabulously
abused, achingly erect penis throbbing with depraved lust, and, of course, my
grotesquely swollen testicles aching ferociously, and yearning for release. The
lights of the stage slowly came up, and the buzz of conversation in the body of
the theatre would slowly fade away until complete silence prevailed. It was my
time to be the centre of attention! My heart sang with masochistic joy! My soul
pulsed with servile lust! My brain buzzed with wondrous humiliation and eager
anticipation.
"Sweet Madams and Misses!" I cried out in lust crazed passion. I am overwhelmed
at the pleasures you have granted me this day! But, lovely Madams and Misses, I
am a slave, and must be punished and humiliated for having wallowed so obscenely
in those pleasures. To punish my slave being for catering to my own obscene
lusts while your succulent pussies, divine arses, and sweet mouths use its
perverted prong for your pleasure, while I was so privileged to taste your
luscious arseholes, and delectable pussies, is as necessary for my servile
existence as breathing itself!" I announced, literally shaking with submissive
lust. "You, sweet and adorable Madams and Misses, must witness my obscene,
perverted lust being whipped from my carcass, so that my punishment is total,
and my servile humiliation complete!"
I then turned my attention, and my verbal self subjugation, to the two cruel
lesbians assigned to attend to my discipline. "Fabulous Madams!" I begged in my
most obsequious, and pleading tones, "I thank you from the depths of my soul for
deigning to punish my slave carcass for the entertainment of all the other
Madams and Misses. Please! Please! Wondrous Madams, when you wield the whips, do
so without mercy! Without a shred of pity!" I then called to my pimp, Jezebel,
to prepare me for the ordeal. I had her replace the inhibitor with a presenter
that, when in place, would force my swollen penis to arch straight out from my
fork, rather than reach up along my trembling belly.
When the inhibitor was removed my fabulously aching testicles hardly moved at
all, so tight and full were they. The presenter was quickly strapped in place,
and all was in readiness. I faced the audience, then lay on the floor of the
stage. Then, with a superhuman effort, I arched my back and raised my body up
until only me feet, and my head were in contact with the floor. I spread my legs
so wide that they almost formed a straight line. The effect, of course, was to
present my penis and testicles in an utterly lewd, and consummately vulnerable
fashion.
I then addressed the sadistically leering dyke who had armed herself with the
specialised testicle whip, a long, this supple leather strap with a hardened
lash at its end. "Sweet Madam!" I cried, "Thrash the offal packed nuts between
my slave legs with all your might! Whip them cruelly! Whip them hard! Whip them
without mercy! Whip the fat pills without pity!" Then to the cold eyed dyke who
had chosen to arm herself with the vicious penis whip. A whip consisting off
twenty thin laces, each tipped with a tiny metal ball. A whip designed
specifically to impart the maximum of pain, with a minimum of damage to the pole
of lust it visited. "Lovely Madam!" I pleaded, "Flay the pole of obscene lust
that sprouts arrogantly from my slave fork with all your savagery. Please,
adored Madam! Scourge the lewd stalk with immaculate cruelty! Show no mercy what
so ever! Lash the throbbing lust prong hard! Lash it! Lash it! Lash it!"
Then, while the two cruel dykes were getting into position to accede to my
pleas, taking practice swings with their respective weapons of punishment, I
called out to the Queen of Prisoners plaintively, "Oh my Queen! Witness the
punishment of my slave cock and balls! Enjoy the sight of my obscene balls of
servile lust, and my lewd stalk of subservient depravity wallow in their
exquisite suffering! And when, my Queen, and only when you deem that my
depravity has suffered sufficiently, permit it to demonstrate its undying
gratitude to its cruel tormentors by exploding in a fit of obscene perversity!"
Then I returned to my tormentors, and pleaded with them to begin, my fevered
brain literally singing with masochistic delight, exhorting them to fabulous
cruelty, wonderful savagery, spectacular brutality. A deep seated moan was
wrenched from my heaving chest when the lash of the testicle whip smashed into
the meat of my grotesquely swollen testicles, and the gut wrenching agony flowed
through my body. This was immediately followed my a squeal of sheer misery that
accompanied the first visit of the whip to my throbbing penis, causing that pole
of lust to explode in fire.
I was in slave paradise! I wallowed in horrific ecstasy! I reveled in my
immaculate misery! My squeals and shrieks of suffering reverberated around the
theatre, splitting the almost eerie silence that the audience had been reduced
to while they watched my sexuality suffer its yearned for torment. My swollen
testicles ached and ached, and exploded in fresh agony with each brutally
delivered stroke. My arching pole of male lust throbbed and pulsed in pain and
fire with every savage lash that caused its jerking length to be assailed by the
tiny metal balls.
"Whip harder, adored Madams! Whip harder! Whip harder! Harder!" I shrieked in
ecstatic misery, goading the cruel lesbians on to greater and greater efforts.
"Lash scum filled nuts mercilessly! Scourge throbbing lust stalk pitilessly!
Thrash pills savagely! Flay putrid prick stalk ferociously!" I squawked in sheer
rapture. Then, as my mind began to lose its coherence in the sheer masochistic
frenzy that was consuming my consciousness entirely, and my concentration was
entirely taken up with the amazing feat that preventing my horrifically punished
penis from gushing surges of pre-cum had become, I began to goad the lesbians to
further brutal excesses.
"You aren't whipping hard enough, Madams! Girls never whip prick and nuts hard
enough! Why aren't you whipping harder! Do prick and balls scare you? That's it!
You're scared of my prick! Your terrified of my balls! That's why you're not
whipping them hard enough! Your true colours are on display! You don't hate
prick and nuts! You love them, and don't want to hurt them! That's it! That's
it!" I squealed plaintively. "You're wimps, not cruel at all! Your having pity
on the sexuality of a man! Your showing mercy, just like the soft wimps you
are!"
My insulting words certainly had the desired effects. The brutal dykes were soon
whipping so hard that sweat was flying from their flashing arms, and they had to
take care that they did not actually lose their balances, such was the force
with which they swung their instruments of torture. My horrifically tormented
penis and testicles erupted in the most intense agony immaginable, and I was
reduced to total incoherence. I suffered and suffered, and my brain sang with
delight. Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought I heard the voice of the
Queen. The message was repeated over and over before I reacted, such was my
immaculate immersion in my anguish.
"Gush, slave! Gush out your gratitude to your tormentors!" Repeated at least
five times before my brain registered the message, and when it finally did my
reaction was spectacular. My fire laden pole of lust jerked wildly as the cruel
whip exploded on its swollen and abused length for the umpteenth time. My
bloated testicles flexed madly and seemed to burst in a mixture of sheer agony
and immaculate ecstasy. Then, to the accompaniment of a high pitched squeal of
sexual relief, an enormous stream of boiling penis cream erupted from the tip of
my penis with such force that it arched up almost ten feet above my churning
fork, before splashing down onto my heaving chest.
My mind was in a complete turmoil, and my shrieks of utter ecstasy were almost
the only sounds heard in the theatre while my penis exploded five or six times,
sending seemingly never ending streams of ball juice high into the air above my
wildly writhing body. The two dykes actually ceased to whip me while I climaxed,
adding to the sheer obscenity of my exhibition of bizarre sexuality. My chest
heaved, and I gasped for breath when the force of my release finally began to
ebb, until a mere dribble of sex juice dripped down the length of my still steel
hard penis. Then, as I collapsed onto the floor of the stage, the audience
reacted to my perverted display with a round of applause that grew and grew in
volume.
That night I slept soundly in my cell, and dreamed dreams of utter sexual
slavery, filled with pain and suffering, and bizarre sexual abuse. The next day,
the final one of this visit, found me kneeling before the Queen after having
been fucked by her, and all of her harem. My pussy juice laden penis arched out
from my flooded fork, the inhibitor tightly in place at its base. The Queen was
about to send Jezebel and I off for the day's activities, when a commotion
coming from outside the door interrupted proceedings.
Suddenly, a large, over weight dyke burst into the room, dragging a tiny,
struggling girl along with her. The dyke was dressed in the normal prison denim
fatigues, and the small girl was dressed in a ridiculously skimpy, and short
skirted dress that was obviously a couple of sizes too small for her. My eyes
widened in wonder at the size of the girl's breasts. They were literally huge,
and struggled to escape from the tight confines of the girl's dress top. The
size of girl's breasts was further accentuated by her tiny stature. The skirt of
her dress was so short that the rounds of her lovely bottom were clearly
visible, and it was clear that she was also pantiless. This was one of the
bitches I had not been fucked by during the week, obviously a hard core lesbian
whose benefactor had protected from exposure to male sexuality
"I beg your pardon, my Queen!" The dyke stammered out, "But I could not allow
this little slut to get away with it again. As you know, I have complained on
numerous occasions about her lack of complete passion when I am entertaining my
friends, and her continual complaints that our cunts are too smelly for her. I
can not take the embarrassment any longer, and wish to have the bitch subjected
to an appropriate punishment. To teach the little slut that she is privileged to
be my bitch, and should feel especially fortunate when I allow her to service
the cunts of my friends!"
The Queen fixed the still struggling girl in an angry glare, then asked the
dyke, "What do you have in mind?" The dyke then grinned lasciviously, or was it
cruelly, perhaps a touch of both. "I think the bitch will learn a good lesson if
she were to be publicly humiliated. To do this I suggest that the bitch be
stripped in the theatre tonight, tied down on the stage, and then," She
continued, pointing disdainfully at my arching penis, "Have this putrid pole
flood her cunt pit, arse tube, and finally her reticent mouth with the foul scum
that these," She said, pointing at my swollen testicles, "Seem capable of
producing in enormous quantities. Perhaps then, the little bitch will realise
how privileged she is to be allowed to taste the divine flavours of cunt so
frequently!"
The little girl finally broke free of the dykes tight grasp and flung herself to
her knees before the Queen of prisoners. She literally tore the top of her dress
open, and her enormous, creamy, stiff nippled breasts flopped out. I gazed at
the lovely appendages in awe, so big, so soft, so gorgeous. "Oh, my Queen," The
girl sobbed in anguish, "Please don't have me fucked! Please, oh Queen, have my
fat tits thrashed instead! Please, my queen! Please!" The distraught girl
pleaded, shaking the enormous mounds wantonly at the Queen, as if her display of
lewd submission might influence the Queen's decision.
The Queen gazed down at the pleading girl, her eyes betraying none of the mercy
that the girl had hoped for, but I detected a small glint of desire as well, no
doubt brought on by the sight of the sobbing creature's magnificent breasts. The
Queen's response, however, betrayed not a spec of this desire. "No, slut, I'll
not have your tits punished. That is what you want, so it will not teach you a
lesson at all! I'm sick of the continual complaints about you. When I allowed
you to become a bitch I expected that you would perform as one, without demure."
The Queen then turned her attention back to the dyke, and smiled lasciviously,
"I accept the thrust of your idea, my dear, but I think a couple of small
alterations might improve things." Then, turning back to the still sobbing girl,
the Queen continued, announcing the punishment in the severest of tones. "You
will be used by the slave, but rather than you being tied down while he floods
you with his sex scum, he will be the one held in bondage. You, bitch, will
begin by fucking your wanton cunt pit on his prong until it floods you with male
scum, then you'll fuck your tight, hot little arse tube on it until the same
result is achieved, and finally, you will suck a load from the slave's prick and
savour it graphically, before drinking it down!"
The look of sheer terror that appeared on the girl's lovely face almost made me
feel sorry for her, and she commenced to babble wildly. The Queen silenced her
with an angry glare, then continued, "Quiet, bitch! Not only will you do as you
have been told, but if I don't think that your performance is adequate, you will
be banished to the ranks of the celibate, and don't think for one second that
I'll be easy on you. The opposite will be the case. Now take the bitch away! I'm
sick of the sight of her, and her whining!"
The dyke dragged the still sobbing girl from the room by her hair, her enormous
tits still bare, and flopping around on her slender torso. I was to find out
later that a sentence to the ranks of the celibate meant that the girl would not
be permitted to engage in any form of sexual activity, including masturbation,
and that this would be enforced for the entire length of her sentence. Jezebel
and I were dismissed, and we went off to prepare for my day's activities.
That day went by quite quickly for me, and my sheer sexual frustration was
considerably softened by the knowledge that I would be climaxing three times
that evening, although not under the whip. I was especially passionate in my
sexual activity, coming over and over, without any thought of restraint on my
part, as had been the case on the previous days. I instinctively knew that the
Queen would expect that my climaxes with the bitch to be punished would be
profuse, and highly liquid, so that her humiliation would be complete and all
consuming.
Jezebel attended to my bondage while the prison population were consuming their
evening meal. I was laid on my back on a small, rubber upholstered divan. My
wrists and ankles were cuffed to the posts of the divan, and drawn tight so that
I was stretched out, and unable to move at all. A heavy strap was wrapped around
my belly, and anchored to the divan to ensure that I would be unable to move my
hips up and down, even the tiniest amount. It was soon obvious that the girl was
indeed to do all the work in her own violation, with absolutely no help from me.
Once Jezebel had completed binding me to the divan it was obvious that the
audience had arrived. All that remained was for her to remove the inhibitor from
my penis. Jezebel climbed onto the divan and straddled my tied down nudity, and
I found myself staring up at her lovely young, shapely, pantiless bottom while
she worked. I thanked the powers that my head was not tied down too, for I was
able to raise it, and slip my face between those smooth skinned hemispheres and
press my lips to the rosebud of her succulent little arse ring.
Jezebel mewled with pleasure when my tongue lapped languidly over her intimate
orifice, and wriggled her cute behind a little, allowing me even more access to
the delightful target of my lewd attentions. She then reached down my body to my
fork. One hand grasped the stem of my rigid penis and bent it up from my lean
belly. The fingers of her other hand worked at the straps of the inhibitor until
it fell away from the base of my penis. I sobbed in sexual anguish, and drove my
tongue deeply into the delightful girl's musky arsehole when the pressure was
released, and I concentrated solely on preventing my penis from exploding in
climax as a result of the pressure release.
The next thing I felt were Jezebel's soft lips pressing into the heated meat of
the tip of my throbbing penis. Then she tried to enclose my fabulously swollen
testicles in one fist and, having found this literally impossible, used both
hands to squeeze the fat sap filled orbs. I couldn't help myself, and a small
geyser of my ball cream gushed from the tip of my penis, and I felt the
exquisite sensations of the girl's soft little tongue lapping it up like a
little pussy cat with a bowl of cream.
"Delicious, little piggy! Just delicious!" Jezebel giggled playfully, while her
tongue efficiently cleaned away all of the evidence of her little game. With
some reluctance I allowed my long tongue to escape from the tight, spicy grasp
of her arse ring, and she climbed down from the divan. By this time I perceived
that the girl to be punished had arrived. Jezebel took charge of her from the
dyke, whom she immediately dismissed, then Jezebel began to whisper to the tiny
girl, "Remember, little bitch, your future depends on the next couple of hours,
and how lewdly you use the slave's prong to fuck yourself silly. It's not all
that hard, and you'll love it once you get over the first hurdle. If you let
yourself go you'll experience such pleasures that you would have never thought
possible!" Jezebel whispered, obviously trying to allay the little girl's terror
at being with a male for the first time.
I gazed up at the sexy little creature, wondering how such an obviously feminine
animal could have been reduced to such fear and hatred of the male. I suspected
that probably she had never been fucked in her life before, having found herself
in an exclusively female environment so early in her short life. Then, under the
dominance of cruel and demanding lesbians, she had obviously been efficiently
brainwashed into her current mind set. I decided to try to make her ordeal as
easy for her as possible, given the circumstances.
Jezebel left the girl alone, moving back to the rear of the stage where she
stood motionless. The girl, tentatively, moved over to where I was tied down. I
saw the look of terror in her violet eyes as she stared down at my achingly
rigid penis. I tried to get her attention, my mouth watering with longing at the
sight of her smoothly shaven pussy, peeping alluringly from between her shapely
thighs. I flicked my eyes up to her torso, and marveled at the sheer size of her
tits. The thick, pink teats that capped each creamy orb were stiff, but more
through fear than excitement. Her pussy was, of course, completely dry, and I
quickly made up my mind to assist her in this respect.
As soon as she moved her eyes up to mine I ensured that the softness of my stare
indicated that I sympathised with her. I then flicked my long tongue out,
clearly demonstrating that I would love to stimulate her delightful little pussy
with it. A flicker of uncertainly crossed the girl's quite lovely face, the
first sign that showed anything but utter terror that I had seen to date. The
murmuring of the audience was beginning to take on the form of impatience by
this time, and the girl, when she perceived this, began to tremble even more
violently. Eventually she approached my head and, almost reluctantly, straddled
it.
My nostrils twitched at the pure aroma of fresh young cunt, and my long tongue
shot out immediately, reaching out for the exquisite, fleshy pouch of female
sexuality. My tongue plowed between those plump sex lips, and my taste buds
thrilled to the delicious flavour of pure young cunt. My heart pounded with
happiness while I savoured those delicious flavours. The girl's little girl
prick was soft, which didn't surprise me, given the state of her mind. I drove
my tongue deeply into her tight pussy pit, and my nose ground against her soft
girl prick insistently. My tongue lashed the velvety walls of her cunt tube with
sensuous delight. The girl began to respond, despite herself. More and more of
her fragrant juices began to flow, and her girl prick slowly swelled and
stiffened.
I was able to glance up the girl's quivering belly, between her magnificent
tits, to her face, and saw that it was now beginning to flush with growing
excitement. I could tell that she was beginning to really enjoy my mouth on her
young pussy despite herself. There was also a tinge of disbelief in her
expression. She just couldn't believe that a male, whom she had been taught to
hate vehemently, could bring her so much pleasure, be so skilled at the art of
cunt sucking. Her thighs were soon quivering once again, but this time through
arousal rather than fear.
After a while the rumblings from the audience again prompted a change in the
girl, and a flicker of fear again crossed her features. She couldn't put it off
any longer. She would have to fuck herself on my stiff hot penis for their
depraved entertainment. With extreme reluctance she raised her crotch from my
face. At least now her sex was drooling with juice, which would help to ease the
entry of my huge hot penis into her tight young cunt pit. She staggered around
to my strapped down crotch, staring wildly at the length of my throbbing penis,
and the fat sap filled testicles standing tight at its thick pulsing base.
The tiny girl tentatively straddled my crotch, facing me. I saw that her
expression had changed from one of sheer terror to one of almost wanton
happiness. She reached down and grasped my thick stem in her tiny fist, and
pulled my hot penis up from where it had arched up along my belly. She then
slowly lowered her spread open crotch down towards the fat head. I could feel
the approaching heat of her sex the closer it got to my penis, and my blood
began to boil with wanton excitement.
Finally the sensitised meat of my penis head met the slimy, hot flesh of her
pussy mouth. I stared at the girl's face while she prepared to impale herself,
noting that it was screwed up with intense concentration, but no longer showed
the terror of a few minutes previously. The audience was almost completely
silent, watching the graphically displayed penetration in progress. The head of
my penis was soon firmly wedged up against the mouth of the little girl's pussy
pit, and the supreme moment had arrived.
The fabulously swollen head of my penis stretched the mouth of the girl's pussy
pit open relentlessly when she began to drop her lovely nudity down. She
whimpered with hurt while the massive penis head slowly began to disappear into
her hot, wet passion pit. I thought that I detected almost a hint of a smile on
her screwed up features when the swollen head of my enormously stimulated penis
finally disappeared into her hot, tight tube. The pleasure was so divine that I
almost came on the spot. The girl's young pussy pit was so tight and hot that it
was almost beyond my capacity to resist it.
The girl pressed her hips down with all the force she could muster, and slowly,
with almost unbearable pleasure to my throbbing penis, inch after inch of that
throbbing pole of male lust disappeared into the furnace of her writhing cunt
tube. She whimpered and whined the whole time, with a mixture of exquisite hurt,
and wondrous ecstasy. This was her first time with a male, and she was torn
between her natural resistance, and an almost irresistible need to experience
it. Finally she had accepted it all, and her chest heaved with effort, her huge
tits shook with passion, and, to my surprise, her face seemed to mirror a proud
sense of achievement, and wanton joy.
The filled girl began to roll her svelte bottom, slowly at first, then with
increasing passion. Her hot, tight cunt tube was beginning to come to terms with
the enormity of its sexual invasion, and her divine pleasure was beginning to
utterly consume her. I lay back and sobbed with the intensity of the pleasure
that her young pussy pit subjected my pulsating penis to. I raised my head and
swallowed a stiff teat into my mouth and sucked on it for all I was worth while
the girl's arse began to rut and pump with ever increasing velocity.
Soon she was plunging her cunt tube up and down on my pleasure soaked pole of
wanton depravity in a display of unreserved lust. It took all of my
concentration to neither come, not lose contact with her flying teats. I sucked
and chewed on the stiff nubs with feral passion. My huge penis throbbed and
pulsed, teetering on the edge of cataclysmic explosion, but somehow I still
waited. The girl was mewling with delight while she plunged up and down. Then
her tight hot pussy exploded in an orgasm of feral intensity. Her shrieks of
ecstasy reverberated around the theatre, and her wildly convulsing cunt tube
seemed to be trying to strangle my throbbing penis.
It was too much for me, my testicles flexed uncontrollably, and my squeals of
ecstasy joined the climaxing girl's, while stream after stream of my boiling
testicle cream flooded her churning cuntal font. We came and came, my own
eruptions only serving to bring the bitch to a fresh, and even more violent
explosion of lust. Her young pussy pit wrung every last drop of juice from my
exploding penis, as through she were the most experienced slut on the face of
the earth. Her face now wore an expression of almost beatific joy, and she
didn't show any signs of slowing her rutting rolling arse slabs. I just lay
there, chest heaving, chewing on her teat and suffered the exquisite pleasure as
best I could.
Finally the bitch's bottom slowed, and her tight, hot cunt tube seemed to lose
some of its elasticity. She was sated, at least temporarily, and she collapsed
onto me, gasping for breath, and squashing her fabulous tits into my chest. The
girl rested for a minute or two, her tongue licking my face like a kitten's. My
huge penis, still as stiff as steel, buried deeply in her mildly spasming cuntal
chasm, wallowed in the aftermath of the ecstatic pleasure she had driven it to.
Eventually the hot little bitch, now completely immersed in her newly discovered
lust, regained her senses, and allowed my length to ooze from her slack cunt
pit. She heaved her body up from my prone nudity and squatted on top of my
crotch, this time facing her audience. I could just imagine the effect that her
change of attitude would be having on the viewers, and especially on the dyke
who probably still believed that she was seeing her bitch being punished, at
least up until that point in time. Things were certainly going to be changing in
that particular relationship.
I stared down my torso at the svelte bottom cheeks of the lovely girl, and my
heart surged with renewed lust when I saw her tiny hands reach down and
literally tear those shapely cheeks wide apart, baring the tight, well muscled
pout of her young arsehole. I could not believe that such a tight little hole
could possibly accept the sheer enormity of my penis. Surely my penis would tear
it apart. I was about to find out, and so was the lust crazed bitch.
The lust crazed girl, as soon as the head of my throbbing penis was wedged
tightly against her anal pout, began to bear down. I watched her lovely, widely
split bottom cheeks twitch and knot with her efforts, and the sheer pressure of
her tight arse pout on the head of my penis squeezed it intensely. The girl's
little whimpers of hurt soon rose in volume to become squeals of pure pain. I
thought that the head of my penis was being crushed as it spread open the girl's
tight little arse pout, millimeter by millimeter.
The sweating squawking girl began to use her hands to grasp my hips in an
attempt to further impale herself on my aching penis. She gasped and panted with
painful hurt while the head of my penis stretched her open, and began to
disappear inside her convulsing arsehole. With what sounded like a shriek of
triumph, as must as pain, the mighty head of my penis finally drove its way past
the horrifically stretched arse ring, and into the tight, hot confines of the
girl's writhing arse tube.
She reacted like a whore in heat, and was soon wildly rolling her shapely little
arse cheeks while she forced her body down. The audience must have been shocked
to near disbelief while they watched as centimeter after centimeter of my
pulsating lust pole oozed into that virginal hole of lust. The violated girl's
squeals were now exclusively those of lust and depravity. The exquisite hurt of
her horrifically impaled arsehole had almost driven her insane with obscene
lust.
As soon as two thirds of my penis had entered her arsehole, and it was literally
impossible for her to accept any more, she began to pump her bottom up and down.
The pleasure that flooded my throbbing penis was too much for me to bear. The
penis felt as if it was caught in a hot vice, and the exquisite sensations that
the girl's pumping arse visited on the excited organ drove it to explode long
before I had intended, and a flood of my cock cream bathed the walls of the
wildly convulsing arse tube in a seemingly never ending series of violent
eruptions.
The sweating girl, as soon as her writhing arse pit felt the force of my
exploding juices, came too, and squealed and shrieked out her utter ecstasy. Her
gorgeous arse cheeks revolved in mad undulations, and her huge tits flew so
wildly on her rolling torso that almost all of their enormous masses were shown
to me from ether side of her heaving back.
Suddenly the girl collapsed, exhausted physically, but not mentally. She was
still utterly crazed by her new found lust, and her arse ring squeezed my
spurting pole of depravity with feral violence, squeezing every last drop of my
spewing cock cream from the rock hard stalk. With a supreme effort, the girl
tore her sated arse from my still erect, and wildly throbbing penis. She
shimmied her nudity back along my tied down body until her face was poised
before the standing pole of my pleasure soaked penis, and she contemplated it
with its sticky coating of my juices, and the secretions of her raped arsehole.
The lust crazed girl crushed her large, swollen tits into my trembling belly,
and grasped the base of my thick, obscenely coated penis, raising its throbbing
head towards her now eager mouth. I almost squealed with pleasure when the
girl's warm, wriggling little tongue washed over the delicate, and enormously
stimulated meat of my penis. She passionately lapped up and down my pulsating
stalk of lust, cleaning it of the sticky juices that covered its length so
thickly, a mixture of my testicle cream, and her arse secretions, and cunt
juice.
I sobbed with pleasure while the girl's eager tongue avidly licked my penis
clean, much to the erotic entertainment of our audience, I'm sure. While she was
so lewdly engaged I found myself staring at the wanton and depraved sight of her
wide spread thighs, the mounds of her well separated bottom cheeks and, of
course, her still obscenely gaping arse, ring literally dripping with my penis
juice, and her swollen cunt, its lips still distended, clitoris stiff and fully
erect, and recently fucked cunt pit still gaping open and dripping with both of
our lust juices.
The girl enveloped the head of my penis, and the first three of four inches of
its rock hard stalk in her hot, wet mouth, and sucked on it like a starving
waif. My penis exploded with pleasure, and I could no longer help myself. I
threw my head forward, and slipped my face into the warm, moist crevasse between
her spread arse slabs, and began to wildly tease the ring of her arsehole with
my ever agile and eager tongue. My taste buds were immediately engulfed with the
luscious flavours of our mixed sexuality.
I slipped my tongue into the girl's hot arse pit and then glued my lips to her
ring. I sucked strongly, and was rewarded with a huge mouthful of my well
seasoned ball cream. I allowed myself the pleasure of savouring the spicy fluid
in the back of my throat before swallowing it down, the sending my agile tongue
deeply into the slack arse tube in a quest for more. I kept this up until I had
completely emptied the girl's raped arse, and her arse ring had once again
shrank back to something like normal, and gripped my wriggling tongue quite
firmly.
Meanwhile, the girl was sucking my penis with such passion that it took every
once of my famed control to prevent it from gushing too quickly, and thereby
depriving the hot little slut of her 'punishment' and supposed 'humiliation'. My
penis throbbed and pulsated with pleasure under the lascivious attentions of the
girl, and my whole nude body shivered with bliss.
I lowered my mouth the inch or so that it took to bring my lips and tongue into
contact with the girl's drooling pussy. Then I began to suck up, and drink down
the mixture of our lust juices with the same eager gusto with which I had
emptied her arsehole. Once her pussy pit and trench had been cleaned I
concentrated my entire tonguing effort on her throbbing little clitoris. Tongue
whipping the tiny stalk with consummate skill until the girl's thighs were
shuddering with ecstasy, and were gripping my face with almost feral intensity.
Just as the girl's climax was beginning to erupt I too, allowed my penis to
explode. The girl shuddered in orgasm at the instant the first powerful spurt of
my creamy penis juice splashed into the back of her throat. I squealed in
ecstasy into the drooling swamp of her cunt while my penis exploded over and
over, filling the girl's wildly gulping throat with its abundance. After the
first two spurts the girl lifted her mouth from my gushing stalk, as much to
allow herself to swallow, as to give the audience as depraved a sight to enjoy
as was possible. In any case, they were treated to the utterly licentious sight
of stream after stream of my penis cream spurting from its spasming tip, and
disappearing into the girl's rapidly swallowing mouth.
She came and came under my flicking tongue, for the entire time that it took to
empty my testicles, and we both shrieked and gurgled out our ecstasy. The girl,
once my penis had ceased to gush, once again enclosed as much of its slowly
softening stalk as she could in her mouth, and used both hands, one to squeeze
my slack testicles, and the other to strop at the length of penis stem that was
not in her mouth, and worked to squeeze every last drop from my spent lust pole.
Jezebel drew the stage curtains closed, to a wild round of applause from the
audience. The girl had transformed before them in the most amazing manner
possible. From terrified supposed lesbian, to uninhibited bisexual wanton in a
couple of hours. The dyke was to miss out altogether, for I learned later that
the Queen of prisoners added the girl to her personal harem the next day,
maintaining that she could not bear not to have such a pair of tits denied her.
In fact, special dresses were designed and made for the girl, allowing her huge
tits to be bare all of the time. The girl, of course, rather than being
embarrassed by having her gorgeous tits bare all the time, was immensely pleased
by this development, for she was also profoundly proud of her huge tits, and
loved to show them off.
I was allowed a full night's sleep, to ensure that I was refreshed for my trip
back to the chateau the next day. I was picked up at dawn by a supply boat. I
was to be used at the female prison only rarely, in the future. Master while
recognising the needs of the females in the prison, was still reluctant to
expose me to heterosexual activity of such intensity too often. Needless to say,
I looked forward to such visits, and enjoyed the change of sexual emphasis
immensely.
