Chapter 13 - Servicing the Domestics
We were used to service field slaves for the next twenty or so days without
change. We even managed, on a few occasions, to complete a day without earning
any punishment for below standard performance. I'm not sure whether twat one and
I saw this as a good or bad for us. As our sexual depravity burgeoned, under the
influence of the realm, so did our masochistic yearnings. Thus it was almost a
conundrum for us when our performance was perfect, and thus we were denied the
joys of punishment. But somehow, it seemed ingrained in our psyches, to strive
for perfection. In fact, of course, although neither of us realised it until
much later, we were being conditioned to perceive cruel and unnatural punishment
as our greatest reward, rather than a form of correction.
Overlord Sextius never, after that first day, accompanied us on our trips to the
fields, leaving it to overseers of lower station to supervise our activities.
Not being in the overlord's presence was a double edged sword when it came to
our situation. On the one hand, we were not subjected to acute arousal all the
time, but, on the other, the slaves we were required to service were also not
reduced to a state of blind sexual need that his mere presence would have
engendered, even before we went to work on them. I must admit, however, that,
after a few visits by twat one and I, the slaves always seemed to become quite
aroused whenever they saw us coming. Perhaps it was our natural, and bizarre
sexuality, or the enthusiasm we showed while catering to their hedonistic needs,
but more likely, the depraved talents of our mouths, and cunt and arse pits that
excited them, especially as we always seemed to dream up new, and exciting ways
to bring them off.
The fact is, we rarely saw Overlord Sextius in those days and weeks, and began
to yearn for the excitement of his potent presence. Not just to revel in the
glorious arousal he engendered in our servile bodies, but also because we had
not, as yet, been permitted to worship his twin symbols of naked sexuality, and
our desire to do so was becoming almost an obsession. We quizzed slave pair body
sluts about Overlord Sextius, and found that, not only had they never been
permitted to pleasure him, they had never even seen him pleasured. Twat one and
I were the only ones who had ever played with slave pair body sluts sexually.
Slut two, curled up in my lap after a particularly frenzied session of arse
fucking one night, explained that sexual dedication among body service slaves
was part of the regime, and she and slut one were dedicated to me and twat one.
She and slut one had never had sex with any one other than us in the entire time
that they had been in the realm, and , in all probability, never would. The cute
little harlot expressed her total happiness with her lot, saying that she and
her twin had lovely big pricks, gorgeous, massive tits, and succulent, juicy,
cunt splits to play with, and who could ask for more. Over time my love for the
cute, sensual little sexy slut two grew and grew. She explained to me that she
had fallen in love with me the first time she had laid eyes on me. I suspect the
same was true between twat one and slut one. This is not to say that my feelings
for my beloved twat one had, in any sense, waned. They had not, and neither had
hers, for me. But, being denied the ability to even touch each other, let alone
lose ourselves in sexual lust together, certainly lent itself to us forming
quite deep emotional attachments to the delightful little sluts charged with
attending us. Twat one and I yearned for the day when we would be permitted to
entertain the deities, and not just because the memory of the sheer sexual
intensity of contact with them was so inviting, but also because sessions in
their presence were to be the only occasions during which twat one and I would
be permitted to perform sexually with each other.
Our door opened, and Overlord Sextius strode into the chamber. All four of us
immediately knelt before him, the slave pair body sluts off to either side of
twat one and I. Our nude bodies shuddered with lust in his presence, our sexual
equipment throbbing and pulsating in wanton yearning, while we lewdly flaunted
ourselves at the powerful overlord in exhibitions of immaculate sexual
submission. Our stiff, aching pricks dripped profusely with pre-cum, and our
cunt splits flooded with the juices of female lust while we eagerly awaited the
overlord's pleasure.
"Today, slave pair twat-cock," He projected. "You are to be introduced to the
pleasures of servicing domestic slaves, including those used for decorative
purposes. You will, no doubt, be particularly enthusiastic in your service to
the kitchen slaves, to show your gratitude to them for the delicious repasts
they prepare for you. Kitchen slaves have a different status to all other slaves
in the realm. They are considered higher beings, in the scheme of things, and
are to be approached with due deference because of this.These slaves were taken
for their culinary talents, rather than their looks, and are consequently quite
jealous of the beauty of their fellow vassals, especially that of sex slaves,
such as yourselves. Because of this, you are not only required to give them
exquisite pleasure, but also to cater to their egos, to make them feel as though
they are special, and entirely deserving of your adoration." Overlord Sextius
disclosed, smiling down mockingly at our obscenely rutting bodies.
"I will accompany you for the first hour of your shift. Not because my presence
might be needed to supervise you performance, but rather to point out to you
where your duties will take you. You will be left to your own devices from then
on, as all my other overseers are busy at present. A slave pair whippers,
however, will attend you when you service the kitchen staff, and extreme
punishment will be meted out to you should your efforts in pleasing these
particular slaves in the manner I have described lack even in the minutest
amount of servility." Overlord Sextius concluded, turning, then striding from
the room.
Twat one and I crawled off after the dominant, our brains buzzing with
excitement at the prospect of this new form of service. While I adored servicing
the field slaves I have to admit I was ready for a change in environment.
Overlord Sextius took us down the full length of the magnificent hallway, his
aura causing acute stimulation in the living statues as we passed them. At the
far end of the passage he pointed out the door to the kitchen, then turned
around and we made our way back to the entrance of the palace.
On the way we paused for a few minutes at the picture window I described
earlier. My heart pounded with lust and wonder at the sight that greeted us this
time. The five throne slaves had all been hung by their fabulous tits. Three
inch wide straps had been cinched around the bases of their massive, soft white
udders, causing the enormous mounds to bulge and swell grotesquely, and they had
been suspended from an over head beam by ropes through rings on the tops of
these straps. The legs of the slaves were spread excruciatingly wide, and their
ankles and wrists were shackled together.
All six slave pairs whippers were attending to the hanging slaves. Bull whips
flogged their huge tits mercilessly, the heavy braided leather lashes cracking
into the swollen tits leaving horrific welts in their wake that dripped with
blood. Brutal maces pounded the splayed, swollen, bleeding cuntal trenches of
the punished slaves ferociously. Slave pair cunts knelt to one side of the
hanging slaves, expressions that could only be interpreted as fearful, on their
beautiful faces.
The barbaric whipping of the slave women continued relentlessly while we
watched. Faint projections of their howls and wails of suffering managed to
penetrate the thick glass of the huge window. I was astonished to realise that
the horrifically suffering women were actually begging and pleading to their
sadistic tormentors to thrash their agony soaked tits and cunts harder, and
faster. They were actually mocking their punishers by questioning their
strength, goading the cruel dominators to more vicious, merciless efforts all
the time. I could not believe what I was both seeing and hearing. How could
these bizarre creatures bear their suffering, let alone plead for it to
continue, and be delivered ever more mercilessly and barbarically.
"These throne slaves have just completed a shift in the chamber of the Gods."
Overlord Sextius explained. "Sustained, and close contact with Divine God
Heroditas and Divine Goddess Aphrodisia have driven them insane with lust. The
slave pairs whippers are working to lower the level of their sexual cravings to
an intensity that will not put the well being of slave pair cunts at risk when
the throne slaves are permitted to slake their lusts with them. If slave pair
cunts were given to them without this preparation the throne slaves might well
actually tear them apart, such is the level of their insane lust when first
released as thrones. You two will find out what service to throne slaves means
soon enough."
We moved off again, and soon reached the huge main doors. We knelt, rutting
obscenely, before Overlord Sextius, and received our final instructions. "You
will service all door and decorative slaves, and finally kitchen slaves in
continual rotations for the entire shift. You are expected to achieve a minimum
of three full rotations within the time available, and can expect to receive
severe punishment should you fall short of this target. The bondage of door and
decorative slaves is such that you will be able to service them with no
loosening of their bonds. You are permitted, of course, to rise from your knees
in achieving their relief. Further, you are required to make your service to
theses slaves as varied and exciting as possible for them. They are incapable of
communicating their desires to you, so your own imaginations are to be tested to
the full in anticipating such desires. You will also be permitted to allow these
slaves to partake of the sexual essences of your own sexuality from time to
time." Overlord Sextius concluded, then commanded us to begin.
Twat one and I crawled to the first living sculpture. It depicted a single male
suspended by his wrists with his ankles strapped to them so that his naked body,
so beautiful that it made my heart ache, formed a sort of `W'. The slave could
not move a muscle, such was the stringent nature of his bondage, but, when he
saw us approaching his glorious prick stiffened, until it arched up, and out
from his smooth crotch like a beautiful beacon of depraved lust, and his big,
sap filled balls hung delightfully below the rounds of his smooth skinned arse
cheeks. My mouth watered with longing just staring at the decorative slave's
beautiful cock, as, I'm sure did twat one's.
Strangely, twat one's normal policy of ensuring that it was she who made all the
sexual decisions for us didn't seem to apply any more. Instead of insisting that
she be first to suck that gorgeous prick she levered her plush nudity up the
slave's body, using available parts of his nude body, and any other convenient
handholds she could find to stabilise and support her body, then fed the slave's
hungry mouth the succulent meat of her juicy cunt split. I needed no prompting
to begin my part in the slave's service. I sighed with happiness as I closed my
lips around the ripe juicy head of the slave's ravishing, hot prick. My taste
buds immediately came alive to the delectable flavours of aroused male
sexuality. My agile tongue teased the cock head with sublime flair, and it
swelled, and began to throb wildly in response to my erotic talents.
I could hear wild sounds of sucking and slurping from above. The decorative
slave was obviously delighted to be given access to a juicy, flowing twat swamp,
and he slurped at it like a starving animal, and he was, I suppose, considering
how he was forced to spend the vast majority of his time. In light of our
service target, I was not able to savour the sensation of the slave's lovely,
stiff, hot prick just filling my mouth for long, and soon began to suck on it
with unrestrained passion, driving its delectable length in and out of my throat
with perfectly perverted joy.
The slave could not stand my clever attentions for long. His throbbing prick
soon began to jerk uncontrollably in my working mouth, and I prepared myself for
the flood of hot man juice that must surely flow into my eager mouth in a matter
of seconds. I was not wrong, a stream of hot creamy, male sex fluid splashed
warmly against the back of my throat, its luscious musky ambience filling me
with happiness and contentment. I swallowed the gushing cream hungrily, enjoying
every mouth-watering drop to the full. My voracious mouth drained the pleasure
filled slave's balls like a vacuum cleaner gone mad.
Twat one was already climbing down from her perch at the slave's head by the
time I allowed the spent cock to slip from my mouth. She grinned at me impishly,
and I realised that she had taken her own pleasure through the captive's mouth,
while I had sucked him off. Perhaps she had won, but, as I savoured the after
taste of the slave's delicious cock cream, now slowly cooling in my contented
belly, I doubted it. She, of course, read my thoughts and her expression had
soon changed to one of confusion, rather than triumph.
We crawled off to the next statue, again a sole male caught in intricate bondage
that accentuated his sexuality. This time twat one swallowed the slave's long,
stiff cock in one huge gulp, and sucked at it like her very life depended on
causing its inevitable eruption. I had hardly even began to enjoy this
decorative slave's avid mouth on my own flowing cunt split, before twat one had
drained his swollen balls of their hot sap. I reluctantly withdrew my swollen,
dripping cunt from the panting slave's mouth, enjoying one last, liquid swipe of
his long tongue on my pulsing girl prick before I did.
Twat one again grinned at me, knowing that she had sucked the slave's cream from
him well before his mouth had had the chance to get me off. I shrugged my
shoulders at her in a sign of surrender, and we crawled off to our next target.
This living sculpture was made up of two figures, one male, and the other
female. Both slaves were of indescribable beauty. I tugged at the stiff teats of
the female slave while driving my stiff, aching cock up her tight arse pit, and
fucking it slowly and tantalisingly while, at the same time. burying my face in
her smooth groin and ploughing my agile tongue into her drooling cuntal sleave.
My nose buffeted the slave girl's stiff, throbbing girl prick while the tip of
my tongue stimulated the mouth of her womb until her pussy released a flood of
spicy woman cum. While I worked on the female twat one used her insatiable cunt
tube to wring the cream from the cock of the male half of the decorative duo,
while she allowed both slaves to use their mouths on her long, thick cock,
although not actually allowing them to feast on her fragrant ball cream.
We went on from living statue to living statue, fucking, or sucking the captive
slaves to shattering orgasms. Allowing them to taste our own sexuality, both
male and female while we pleasured them. By the time we passed the picture
window we saw that the throne slaves had been released from their horrific
torture bondage, and were now engaged in an orgy of depraved lesbian sex with
slave pair cunts. Mouths sucked passionately at arse rings, teats, and girl
pricks. Dildos of monumental proportions were being plunged into dripping cunt
pits, and tight ravenous arse tubes in wild abandon. The naked bodies of all
concerned glistened with sticky female sex cream. All concerned seemed to be
enjoying their surrender to uncontrolled depravity immensely, although slave
pair cunts were beginning to look tired and exhausted, physically. A look into
their eyes, however, soon showed that their minds did not share this fatigue.
Twat one an I went on. We serviced slave after slave sexually with sublime
lasciviousness, until we had finally reached the other end of the bizarre
hallway. By that time our own wanton lusts had been heightened amazingly. We
had, by instinct, I suggest, not allowed our own stiff, aching pricks to climax
while pleasuring the living sculptures, and door slaves, although our drooling
cunts had erupted in orgasm on many occasions. It was as if we were deliberately
saving the cream of our juicy pricks for the pleasure of the kitchen slaves.
We paused, momentarily, before the kitchen door, twat one rapidly sucking the
door slave's cock to throbbing erection, then just as quickly draining the
captive's big balls with her talented mouth. We then dragged the heavy door
open, and crawled into the large room beyond. Our eyes widened with utter
surprise. To date, all the slaves we had seen in the realm had all been, at the
very minimum, quite young, and definitely attractive, if not down right
beautiful in appearance. This was definitely not the case in the kitchen.
There were ten naked slaves working at food preparation in the large, well
appointed kitchen, seven females, and three males. Most of the slaves were
middle aged, and all seemed to be over weight, if not downright fat. The pricks
of the males were small, or at least appeared to be small, given the fact that
they were dwarfed by their hanging bellies. The twat swamps of a couple of the
more obese females were not even visible because of the rolls of flesh that
drooped from their bellies.
The first couple, whose attention was drawn by our arrival, stopped what they
were doing, and stared at us in excited awe. I now realised what Overlord
Sextius had meant when he warned us to cater to the kitchen serfs' self esteem
as well as their sexual urges. The expressions these two wore on their faces
displayed a mixture of lust, excitement, wonder, and envy, all at the same time.
Lust and excitement because they realised they were about to be pleasured,
wonder at the bizarre sensual loveliness of twat one and I, and envy because our
physical beauty only served to highlight their own obvious fleshly deficiencies.
I gave twat one, still staring in shocked surprise at the kitchen slaves, most
of whom actually even returned to their work at the benches or stoves after
noting our entry, a gentle smile, then crawled over to an enormous fat woman
with huge tits drooping well below the level of her soft, round belly. I reached
up and caressed the sagging udders with flawless tenderness, and was sure to
allow the obese woman to see nothing but happiness and adoration shining from my
twinkling eyes. I squeezed and pinched her slowly stiffening teats for her
pleasure while projecting lasciviously:
"Oh, adored slave, you have such lovely big tits. Your teats are so beautiful
that I long to be permitted to suck on them for your pleasure." The corpulent
slave woman drew my face to one of her sagging udders, and sighed with pleasure
while feeding my avid mouth with its now huge, stiff teat. I tenderly suckled on
it, and continued to project, "Sweet slave, I long to pleasure your glorious
body. Please tell me what you desire, and I will use every skill I possess in
submissively catering to it. Please! Please! Superior slave, allow this lewd,
servile slut to bring pleasure to your lovely nudity!"
The slave woman, her thought pattern laced with wanton, lust crazed happiness,
projected lewdly, "Lascivious harlot, I would have that stiff log sprouting up
your belly driven through my hot, tight arse ring, and into the depths of my
arsehole. While you thoroughly fuck out my arsehole you can reach around an frig
my woman cock until my pleasure explodes!" I looked up into the slave's eyes,
making sure that my own radiated sheer submissive happiness and adoration and,
while continuing to suckle on the rubbery teat and projected my reply with
obsequious wheedling tones:
"Please! Sweet slave, I am able to suck on your luscious woman cock while my
puny prick works to pleasure your sacred arse pit if it would please you. I
yearn to taste the delicious flavours of your glorious cunt split, and fabulous
girl prick with my menial tongue. Please let me, adored slave! Please let me, I
beg you!" I begged with lewd, lascivious passion. The slave woman shuddered with
pleasure at such lecherous pleading, perhaps deriving as much pleasure from my
abject grovelling, as from the anticipation of the physical pleasures I
promised, and happily acceded to my pleas. To even further accentuate the
scenario of low harlot pleading to worship superior being, I made one more
utterly humiliating, and degradingly obsequious plea, "Please! Please! Adored
slave, permit me to kiss the glorious ring of your beautiful arse, before
experiencing the exquisite joy of feeling it squeeze the stem of my lowly fuck
stick, I beg you, please let me!" I begged, like a small child pleading for a
sweet.
The obese slave woman's excitement was raised to a new, and even more lecherous
level by my continued, highly demeaning to me, but equally exciting to her,
grovelling. The enormous woman turned around and presented my gaze with a pair
of massive, soft fleshed arse slabs. I reached up and gently parted the massive
cheeks, and slipped my face into the warm, fleshy chasm between them, flushing
with delicious humiliation when I pressed my servile lips to the heavily muscled
ring of the fat slave's pungent arsehole. I happily allowed my tongue to wash
over the palpitating ring, and a surge of submissive adrenalin flooded me while
undertaking, so joyfully, such a debasing act.
I drove my lewd tongue up the slave woman's zesty arse pit, and laved its
rippling walls with all the enthusiasm I could muster, making the fat slave
shudder with pleasure. Almost reluctantly, I allowed my lascivious tongue to
slither from the woman's well lubricated arsehole, then rose to my feet. I held
her massive arse slabs open with my eager hands, and positioned the blunt
dripping head of my achingly stiff cock against her wildly palpitating arse
ring, then slowly drove my hips forward. Inch after inch of hot cock stalk crept
into the slave's greedily clasping chute. I found, to my astonishment, that I
didn't even have to push my cock into the woman's ravenous arse pit at all, the
grasping tunnel actually began to suck the throbbing length in of its own
volition.
I breathed a sigh of wanton happiness when the lust crazed slave's humid arse
chute had swallowed my entire length, and my prick pulsed with arousal within
the sensuous clutches of her gluttonous arsehole. While I began to slowly and
thoroughly fuck her arsehole with long evenly applied strokes, I leaned my body
forward slightly, and bent my supple trunk around her obese nudity, then buried
my face in the rolls of fat in her groin. I had to use my hands to move these
rolls of flopping flesh aside so that I could actually get at her ripe, piquant,
smoothly plucked cunt split with my licentious tongue. The mature cunt split
dripped with ripe female juices, and its raunchy stench was almost overpowering.
I ploughed my agile tongue into the meaty sex and slurped at it with gusto. My
taste buds were flooded with powerful female sex flavours, as ripe and zesty as
any I had ever tasted. The slave woman's woman cock was incredibly large, though
stubby, and throbbed mightily as soon as my wriggling tongue began to stimulate
it. I sucked ravenously on the woman's flowing twat swamp while my huge cock
sensually reamed out her humid arse chute. All the while I assailed the pleasure
filled slave with a constant steam of thoughts praising her beauty and erotic
sexuality, and how privileged I felt to be permitted to serve her so lewdly. I
told her of how I lived for the luscious flavours of her drooling pussy, and how
delightfully her gorgeous arse chute squeezed my throbbing prick.
While I worked tirelessly to pleasure the fat slave woman I was obviously aware
that twat one was performing similar services for one of the male slaves. She,
like me, was catering to the man's ego in the most demeaning terms, telling him
our beautiful his stunted cock was, and how happy she was to be allowed to suck
off such a dazzling pole of lust . She kept exhorting the shuddering slave to
allow her to feast on the succulent cream of his mouth-watering balls, while, at
the same time, praying that he found the flavours of her dripping pussy
acceptable to his divine palate.
The fat slave woman I was servicing soon peaked, and a veritable deluge of her
raunchy woman cum flooded my working mouth. Her writhing arse pit squeezed my
now rapidly pistoning prick so strongly while she climaxed that I thought that
it would actually cause my own pleasure soaked prick to also explode. I slurped
up the juices flowing from her writhing twat trench with consummate pleasure,
having lost myself, completely, in the deliciously humiliating nature of the
service I was giving so fervently.
As soon as the woman's cataclysmic orgasm had run its full course I allowed my
prick to escape from the clutches of her arse ring, and thanked her profoundly
for having allowed me the privilege of serving her. I moved on to one of the
males, and sucked his tiny cock off for him, after tonguing his pungent arsehole
for his pleasure. All the time I regaled the stunted man with how beautiful his
prick was, and how delicious it tasted, almost as luscious as his arse ring had
been. He fed me his thin trickle of acrid cum in a fit of sexual lust, and I
drank it down while squealing to him that it was the finest male sex cream I had
ever tasted.
The next slave woman I serviced wrung her climax out while I fucked her loose
cunt pit, and sucked on the thick, rubbery teats of her tiny tits. The final
slave woman I serviced sucked my prick while I lapped her stiff woman cock until
her reeking cunt exploded in ecstasy, and her ripe tangy juices poured down my
gulping throat. While the obese slave sucked on my cock I regaled her with a
stream of lewd thoughts, praising her talents as a prick licker, telling her
that I had never felt such a divine mouth on my cock before. While my own
relentless tongue sucked her woman cock to its inevitable explosion, I allowed
my prick to erupt in her mouth, soundlessly shrieking that I could not stop
myself, my pleasure soaked cock could not survive the supreme talents of her
exquisitely working mouth. The slave woman drank my hot creamy issue down,
basking in the delight that I had found her sucking to be so exquisite that I
could not stop my cock from surrendering to the pleasure of it.
We had finally serviced all ten of the kitchen slaves. The group crowded around
our kneeling nudities, cooing with delight, as if we were small children of whom
they were so proud. They played with our tits, pricks and pussies while spoon
feeding us a delicious meal, telling us that we were easily the sexiest, and
most depraved of the sex slave pairs. Twat one and I basked in their praise
while we ate, and regaled them with constant appreciation of their beauty and
sexiness, and how privileged we felt to have been permitted to worship them.
After our meal, and a series of hugs from all the slaves, we were on our way to
begin the second rotation of our tour of duty. For the rest of the day, and into
the dusk we sexually serviced slaves, actually looking forward to the times when
we entered the kitchen and delighted its slaves with acts of sublime debauchery
while bringing them to shattering climaxes. It was actually quite dark by the
time we had completed three rotations, and all was quiet in the palace. Even the
orgy in the small courtyard had ceased, and its participants were gone.
When we approached the door to our chamber it swung open and Overlord Sextius,
accompanied by a slave pair whippers emerged. The punishment slaves' skins shone
with sweat, and my heart surged with both excitement, and sadness. They must
have been punishing our slave pair body sluts. My heart went out to the cute,
adorable, little slut two, imagining how she must have suffered while her
delicate nudity had been whipped by such powerful punishers.
We knelt, submissively, before the Master, lewdly rutting our acutely aroused
sexuality under the potent influence of his aphrodisiacal aroma. "You are late,
slave pair twat-cock." The powerful dominant stated. "Normally I would have you
thrashed to within an inch of your lives, for being so disgracefully tardy. But
my kitchen slaves, whose complete satisfaction with their lot I deem to be
mandatory, have informed me that your sluttish and depraved performance when
servicing them was quite the best they have ever experienced during their time
in the realm. In light of this I have decided that your punishment will be
reduced to a mere half a dozen strokes of the cane on both your arse slabs and
fat tits."
Overlord Sextius then motioned to the slave pair whippers, who detached cruel
canes from their belts. Twat one, and I arched our backs and leant forward,
presenting our still lewdly rolling arse slabs to the sadistic slave pair
whippers. I squealed with hurt when the cane cracked into my bottom slabs with
savage ferocity. My shrieks of pain quickly, however, became wild exhortations
to the cruel punishers to cane my writhing bottom harder. The six strokes were
all delivered with exquisite ferocity, and my poor bottom felt like it was
striped with lines of fire.
Immediately all six strokes had been administered both twat one and I threw our
torsos back so that our massive tits were thrust up wantonly. We both howled,
mentally, in pain when the muscular whippers used their canes on our tender tits
with even greater, savage ferocity, wailing out our pleas for more vicious
punishment, our gratitude to our tormentors for their merciless efforts, and, of
course, our sorrow to Overlord Sextius for having displeased him so much. The
six strokes to out suffering tits had soon been administered and Overlord
Sextius and his slave pair whippers immediately strode off, leaving us to our
own devices. We, despite our hurt, were both acutely depressed by the fact that
the slave pair whippers had not even allowed us to suck them off after they had
completed our punishment.
This loss was much more deeply felt by twat one than I, for I was soon kneeling
before our door slave, with his beautiful prick plumbing the depths of my
adoring throat. I sucked the lovely, hot, stiff prick until it exploded with
pleasure, and bathed my gulping throat with its luscious issue. Twat one looked
on in envy while I sucked the slave off, but this time I did not add to her
frustration by teasing her about it. Once the slave's balls had been totally
drained twat one and I entered our own private haven.
My heart almost broke with sorrow when I saw slave pair body sluts. The
beautiful, young tits of both were covered with weals and welts, and their
gorgeous cunt splits, and normally pristine mounds were grotesquely swollen and
reddened, and even showed evidence of bleeding. The sobbing slut two rushed into
my arms and cried silently with her lovely face buried in my neck. Slut one was
soon being cradled in twat one's arms, and was nursing on one of her stiff teats
while twat one soothed her punished lover.
Any thought that slave pair body sluts were resentful of their punishment were
soon banished when the delightful slut two began to mentally whisper to me. I
listened to the little whore's excited chatter, delivered with sobs of hurt
still effecting her projections, while holding her warm nudity against my own
savagely striped tits. "It hurts so gorgeously, to have a cruel whip thrash my
soft little tits so mercilessly," The little slut sobbed, "But, darling cock
one, when the cruel whipper lashed my tender cunt split so hard, I couldn't stop
it from exploding in agonised ecstasy. He whipped my harlot cleft so hard that I
came and came, and thought I would die from pleasure."
I cuddled the little slave, tenderly caressing her savaged tits, and petting the
moist, swollen flesh of her brutally abused cunt while she sobbed out her
happiness. I marvelled at the strange priorities that masochists have, where
punishment out strips depravity in our yearnings. I found myself envying slut
two, she had suffered much more than I had, with just a few stripes on my arse
and tits to show, while she wore the badges, so proudly, of much more savage and
therefore delicious suffering.
We bathed, and anointed our little slaves on this occasion, rather than the
other way round, and pleasured their beautiful bodies for hours before we slept
that night. While it was almost impossible for us to tell our little sluts apart
physically, I had no such trouble mentally. Slut one shared twat one's impish
character, and slut two my own more accepting characteristics. This meant, of
course, that twat one and slut one were soon avid collaborators in teasing slut
two and I mercilessly. It was almost as if we had become their slaves, when we
were in the privacy of our chamber. Slut two and I were only too happy to
acquiesce in this order of things, and submissively immersed ourselves in the
utterly depraved, and thoroughly debauched acts the other two forced upon us,
incessantly.
