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The Wages of Rape (Fdom/M, bi, spank, reluc, v, bd)
by b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com)
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A man is sentenced for a rape he didn't commit and
turned over to his accuser for rehabilitation.
***
CHAPTER 1: In Jail
I was pale and nearly sick to my stomach from horror as
I watched the TV monitor. Male screams caused by
unspeakable pain and suffering issued from the set.
From the date/time stamp on the camera I knew this
torture had gone on for weeks. Finally, when I could
take no more "Please, turn it off." My female lawyer
reached over and hit the stop button on the jail's
conference recorder. She studied my face, probably made
even paler by the bright orange of my prison garb.
"You see," she said, " what will happen if you take the
case to trial and we lose-which we will. You will be
turned over to the prison and will be slowly executed
just as that man was. Under the new laws there is no
appeal from a rape conviction. Your only hope is to
plead guilty and throw yourself on the mercy of the
court."
I was in turmoil. I hadn't done anything. I hadn't
raped anyone. I hadn't even had sex for almost a year.
How could this be happening to me? My accuser was
someone I didn't remember even meeting. It made no
sense. "But I didn't do anything. How can I be found
guilty?"
"Easily, Bill. Under the new laws if two women swear
that you raped them or that one observed you raping the
other you are automatically convicted. And there are
two women who have filed affidavits to that effect."
"But they're lying! I didn't do it. You're my lawyer;
prove that they're lying."
"It doesn't work that way anymore, Bill. People got
tired of rapists getting off because their lawyers
dragged victims through the mud on cross-examination.
Few women would face that and so would not testify. The
law was changed and now if two witnesses state in
writing that a man is a rapist they don't even have to
appear in court.
They can't be cross-examined. Their affidavits are
simply read for the record and it's over. The judge
then has no choice but to convict and pass sentence to
the same treatment you saw on that video. Bill, you've
got to plead guilty and state that you're sorry and
want to atone for your crime. That's your only hope."
"But how can the punishment be so ghastly?"
"The new law simply states that the convicted felon is
to be turned over to the state prison where the warden
is to execute the rapist within one month. It does not
specify how the execution is to take place. That's up
to the warden. She is the one who has developed the
techniques you saw in the video."
"But how does she get away with it?"
"Because no one knows. A friend of mine smuggled this
tape to me. Once the inmate reaches the prison he can
have no communication with the outside world. The law
forbids witnesses at the execution. The warden can do
what she wants, and what she wants is to cause pain,
suffering and humiliation."
"Why is she so vicious?"
"I have heard that she was raped as a child and badly
hurt. Also, her only daughter was raped, mutilated and
murdered when only thirteen years old. The warden has
built up a lot of hate."
"God!"
The lawyer brought me back to the point. "Bill, your
only hope is to plead guilty and throw yourself on the
mercy of the court. You've got to plead guilty and
apologize convincingly. You've got to beg for mercy."
"What happens if I do that?"
"If the judge believes your contrition is sincere she
can put you on probation. During the probation period a
special, court-appointed probation officer will see to
your rehabilitation."
"How long would this probation period last?"
"Two years or so, depending on how the judge values
your contrition."
"What does rehabilitation consist of?"
"There's no standard. The probation officer appointed
by the judge decides what is necessary in the
individual case."
" But I didn't do anything."
"So you keep saying, Bill. But the affidavits are
there. You are doomed if you don't plead guilty and
very apologetically at that. You've got to plead
guilty, Bill. I can't get you off and you've seen what
will happen when, not if, you're convicted."
"I guess I have no choice. I guess I'll have to do it."
"That's your only real option, Bill."
"I guess that's it then."
"Not quite. There's one more important point. If you
are given probation you'd better do what the probation
officer tells you to do. If the probation officer ever
feels you are not sincere in your rehabilitation
efforts, the PO simply sends you to the prison and you
are executed as in the video. There is no appeal to the
PO's decision. The judge does not get involved again;
you have no hearing; there is no appeal. It's just all
over. Are you clear about this?
"I guess so."
"Okay, we're agreed then?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll see you in court tomorrow."
CHAPTER 2: In Court
I looked nervously around the courtroom as the court
bailiff read the charges against me. I was still
wearing the orange jumpsuit and my hands were manacled
behind my back. A female judge sat behind the bench. My
lawyer was on one side of me; the prosecutor, another
woman, on the other. There were a few women in the
audience, sitting together and whispering among
themselves while staring at me boldly. I didn't then
understand why.
The judge rapped her gavel. "You have heard the
charges; how do you plead?"
I steeled myself. "Guilty, your honor. I'm really
sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I won't ever do it
again. I swear that I'll never do it again. I never did
it before. I'll turn over a new leaf if you'll just
give me a chance."
The judge annotated some papers in front of her. "Let
the record show that the defendant pleads guilty and is
apologetic. He is sentenced to the state prison to be
executed according to the law. Because he has pleaded
guilty and expressed contrition, however, I can do no
more than sentence him to three years of probation.
During this time he must undertake a program of
rehabilitation as determined by his probation officer.
At the end of three years he and that officer are to
return to this court. If the Probation Officer
testifies at that time that he has been successfully
rehabilitated then the first sentence will be canceled
and the prisoner will be released. If at any time
between now and then the officer shall determine that
rehabilitation is not working, the sentence will be
carried out forthwith."
Turning to the lawyers, "Do we have a person willing to
undertake the role of probation officer? Three years is
a long commitment. Does the defense or prosecution have
a suggestion?"
The prosecutor responded, "Perhaps the victim might
comment?" In retrospect I think she said this a little
gleefully.
The judge asked, "Is the victim present?"
A woman in the audience stood up. She looked vaguely
familiar, and then I remembered. She had come into our
office a few weeks ago to see someone else. I hadn't
even been introduced to her, but her beauty was the
reason I remembered her. She had long red hair. She was
wearing a green silk blouse that molded magnificent
tits.
Even in my terror I noticed that she was bra-less. Her
nipples poked prominently through the thin fabric. Her
skirt was very tight and molded her voluptuous ass. The
micro-mini skirt barely covered her cunt and her legs
went on forever ending in four-inch spiked fuck-me
pumps. If I hadn't been scared to death I'm sure I
would have sprung a hard-on and drooled on the spot.
"Your honor, I am Melissa Miller. I was the victim of
that monster."
"Do you have any suggestions about his probation or
probation officer?"
"Your honor, I think he should go to prison and be
executed, but since you can't do that I ask that you
let me be his probation officer? I'll personally see to
it that he learns that rape is not acceptable
behavior."
"There is precedence for that. It seems fitting too. It
is so ordered. The court thanks you for undertaking
this task."
"Now, you, Bill Walker! You are a convicted rapist,
despicable in the eyes of the law. You have been
sentenced to the state prison to be executed within one
month of arrival. Because you have pled guilty and
shown contrition, you are provisionally placed on three
years probation under the direction of Ms. Melissa
Miller. You will undertake a course of rehabilitation
to be devised and conducted by Ms. Miller.
"If at the end of three years Ms. Miller is satisfied
that you are reformed the sentence will be canceled.
Parenthetically, I'd rather have you executed so that
you harm no one ever again, but the law gives me no
choice but to try rehabilitation. Your parole officer
has sole discretion in your case. She will conduct the
rehabilitation and will be the sole judge as to your
progress.
"If at any time she feels you will be unsuccessful at
rehabilitation she need only contact the state prison.
They will immediately take you into custody and arrange
for your execution. Ms Miller's decision will not be
subject to review by this court or any other. There
will be no appeal to her decision. Do you understand
this, Mr. Walker?"
"Yes, your honor."
"I hope you do, for your sake. You are hereby remanded
to Ms. Miller's custody to serve out a three-year
period of behavior modification under her sole
discretion and direction." The judge banged her gavel.
"Ms. Miller, the prisoner is yours. This court is
adjourned." The judge rose and left the courtroom.
Melissa Miller stepped toward me removing a leash and
choke collar from her purse. Her eyes gleamed with
victory, pleasure and lust. She fastened the collar
around my neck saying, "You'll keep your mouth shut
until I tell you, you can talk. Disobey and you'll
regret it. The prison is one phone call away and the
number is in my cell phone. I can have you there within
an hour."
She dragged me from the courtroom on the leash. The
audience of women was leering and laughing. I was red
with humiliation. I thought it was the worst day of my
life. I was very wrong.
Chapter 3--First Rules
Melissa dragged me into a large bedroom in an opulent
house. She sat in a large chair and tugged me in front
of her. I was beginning to realize that I was still in
deep trouble. I might not be going to my execution, but
the future did not look bright.
"Kneel in front of me, worm, and listen closely. I saw
you in the hall where you work and thought it would be
fun to own you. Fortunately, with the new rape laws,
that's easy. All I needed was a friend to corroborate
my story. Since I had corroborated for her case, she
was happy to corroborate for mine. You'll get to meet
her and her parolee soon enough.
"For the next three years I own you. I can and will do
anything I want with you. You have fewer rights than
the slaves used to have on sugar plantations. Piss me
off and you go to prison where they'll execute you
slowly, starting by tearing your balls out. You'll do
everything I say immediately and eagerly.
"You will be punished for infractions and if you don't
accept those punishments, well there's the prison. The
only words out of your mouth from now on are to be
'Yes, Mistress'. When I ask you a question you answer,
'Yes, Mistress'. If I give you an order, you say 'Yes,
Mistress' and obey that order immediately and eagerly.
Is that clear!"
I was stunned. "Yes, Mistress."
"Okay. Stand up."
I obeyed and she slapped me hard across the face. "When
I give you an order, you say 'Yes, Mistress' and obey."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you like to be slapped?"
"No, Mistress."
Again she slapped me hard. "I told you the only words
out of your mouth are to be 'Yes, Mistress.' Are you a
slow learner?"
I was too confused to answer. Again Melissa delivered a
round-house slap. "I asked you a question. Are you a
slow learner?"
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Well then, I'll have to work extra hard to train you
then, won't I?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She smiled viciously, "You may make it yet."
She uncuffed my hands and removed the leash leaving the
collar in place.
"There's the bathroom. Go in there and throw all your
clothes down the laundry chute-everything. I want the
jail stink off you. Shower, shave and comb your hair. I
want you squeaky clean-every crevice. You'll find a
razor, shampoo, soap and deodorant in there. When
you're done, put on the clothes in the box on the bed
and report to me in the living room. You have 15
minutes-that's 900 seconds and I've started counting."
"Yes, Mistress."
My new Mistress rose, stared at me haughtily and walked
arrogantly from the room. I looked around bewildered,
but then realized I had better hurry and went into the
bathroom. After a careful and thorough shower as
ordered I re-entered the bedroom stark naked. I opened
the box and was startled by what I found. I took the
items out and reluctantly donned them.
I put on a very skimpy and small G-string that barely
covered my cock and balls. It was transparent. The
translucent shorts I struggled into were many sizes too
small and hugged my bulge and butt. Finally I stretched
a translucent tee shirt over my chest-even my man's
nipples poked through the thin fabric. I slipped the
sandals on my feet, looked in the mirror and then
resignedly left the room. I was beginning to realize
what my rehabilitation might entail.
CHAPTER 4: First Training Session
I came to a large and sumptuous room. Mistress, as I
was beginning to think of her, was sitting regally in a
throne-like chair. She was wearing a long flowing robe
that covered her completely. It opened from the front.
She was carrying a riding crop that she kept tapping
menacingly against her palm.
"Kneel before me, worm."
"Yes, Mistress."
"I'm having a party to celebrate getting you. By the
time it's over you'll have a very good idea of what the
next three years will bring. Remember to obey every
order instantly and eagerly and remember the
alternative."
"Yes, Mistress."
"When my guests arrive you will meet them at the door.
You will kneel before each guest and say 'Welcome,
Mistress'. You will obey them and address them as you
are required to address me. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mistress."
Almost immediately there was a knock and two attractive
women, who turned out to be Mistresses Amber and
Clarissa, and dressed like Mistress Melissa appeared in
the doorway. I rushed over and dropped to my knees
before them. "Welcome, Mistress. Welcome, Mistress."
Mistress Amber said imperiously, "Stand up, worm, and
let me look at you."
"Yes, Mistress"," as I obeyed.
"Put your hands behind your head."
"Yes, Mistress."
Mistress Amber walked arrogantly around me, fondling my
biceps and, to my shock and humiliation, my ass, my
cock and my balls.
"Not bad, Mistress Melissa. But why so many clothes?"
"I thought I'd break him in slowly. What should he take
off?"
"Worm, remove your shirt," this from Mistress Clarissa.
"Yes, Mistress."
Clarissa fondled my bare chest tweaking my nipples.
Frightened as I was I felt a little spasm in my cock.
"Now your shorts."
"Yes, Mistress." I struggled out of the shorts and
becoming even redder with embarrassment.
From Amber, "Well that thong doesn't leave much to the
imagination, but I hate anything between the goods and
me. What do you think, Mistress Clarissa?"
"Remove the thong, worm. Present your bare cock and
balls to your betters."
"Yes, Mistress." I slipped the wispy thong from my body
and stepped out of it. I was now completely naked. My
cock hung flaccid. I thought I had reached a new low in
humiliation, but as I was to find out I was just
getting started in that department.
"Mistress Melissa," Mistress Amber said, "I am shocked.
Has he not been told to have his cock hard when before
a Mistress?"
"Not yet. I've only had him for an hour. But now is a
good time. Worm, grab that cock and make it hard! Keep
it that way when you are in my presence or that of
another Mistress. For the moment you can stroke it to
make it hard, but you'll eventually learn to do it by
willpower alone. If you are soft in my presence you'll
be punished. If you cum without permission you'll
really regret it."
"Yes, Mistress." Redder than ever with embarrassment I
started desperately pumping my cock. After a minute or
so it responded. Thinking about what might be under the
Mistress's robes proved a useful mental stimulus.
"Remember, worm, don't you dare cum without permission.
I want it hard for my benefit, not yours."
"Yes, Mistress."
I stopped pumping and stood there with my cock rampant.
I was beginning to get over the humiliation. After all,
I possess a large member, fully nine inches long and
two inches in diameter.
"Well, I see you've got better equipment than I thought
you might have. You'll be a pleasure to work over,
won't he Mistresses? Put your hands behind your head
and spread your legs."
"Yes, Mistress."
The women circled me, fondling my bare ass, balls and
hard cock. They took particular pleasure in sensing the
heft and rigidity of my now rock-hard fuck-tool. I was
startled when one of them lightly probed my asshole.
Finally, their amusement temporarily over, they sat
down and continued examining me like I was a piece of
meat, which to them I was. Finally, Melissa said, "Yup,
he's not bad. He'll be a joy to rehabilitate." The
women laughed. Their laugh sent a little frisson down
my spine. "The champagne is cold by now. Worm, serve
us."
"Yes, Mistress."
CHAPTER 5: First Spanking
I went to the bar and poured three glasses of
champagne, put them on a tray and carried them to
Melissa and then to Amber and Clarissa. As Clarissa
took her glass she deliberately bumped the tray and
some champagne spilled onto her robe.
She jumped up in feigned anger, "Worm, you have spilled
champagne on my robe. You'll pay for that. Mistress
Melissa, he should be spanked."
"I agree and since he spilled on you, you get to spank
him first. But don't wear him out quite yet, we all
want a turn."
Clarissa sat back down, "Over my knees, worm."
"Yes, Mistress."
Clarissa draped me over her knees and after fondling my
ass cheeks she reached under me and grabbed my balls
and cock to hold me down. Then she began to spank me
bare handed as hard as she could. When she was tired, I
moved to Amber's lap for more of the same. By now my
ass was red and I was squirming and moaning as the
blows rained down. When I got up from Mistress Amber's
lap my cock had unfortunately softened somewhat.
When I stepped before Mistress Melissa for the final
round of spanking "I told you to keep your cock hard.
Get it back to hard. Then I'll spank you for spilling
and then for softening."
"Yes, Mistress." I stroked my cock back to hardness and
then draped myself over Mistress's lap. She whacked me
20 times. She was much stronger and accomplished than
the others and by the time she was through I was
squirming and howling desperately with each blow.
"This is hot work. Kneel before me worm."
She stood before me and let her robe fall to the floor.
She wore a green bustier and her tits bulged out with
huge erect nipples. She was wearing only a green garter
belt and her naked cunt, framed by a bush of trimmed
red-hair was inches from my face. She was wearing green
stockings and matching, 4-inch spiked heels. "Spanking
you has made me hot, worm. My cunt is wet and needs
relief. Start lapping and keep your cock hard."
"Yes, Mistress."
I set to work. After a minute she whipped me with her
riding crop.
"More tongue, I want to hear you slurping!"
I responded with increased effort and a muffled "Yes,
Mistress." I made slurping noses and worked my tongue
and lips greedily over her cunt and clit. After a few
minutes Mistress began to moan and them came violently,
screaming and striking at me. "Suck you bastard, suck!"
I managed a muffled, "Yes, Mistress" and redoubled my
efforts.
As Mistress climaxed she finally pulled away from me
and sagged satisfied and spent in her chair. "Who's
next?"
Mistress Amber stepped up and dropped her robe. The
fact that she was dressed like Mistress Melissa but in
black with a trimmed blonde cunt did nothing to soften
my cock "I want to ride his cock. On the floor, on your
back worm." I remember a fleeting thought that maybe
there might be a few pleasures to go with the pain and
humiliation. I was to learn that those pleasures were
very few and far between and greatly outweighed by the
pain and degradation I was made to suffer.
As ordered I lay on my back with my throbbing cock
pointing skyward. "Yes, Mistress."
She impaled her sopping wet cunt on my shaft and began
working it up and down. "If you cum, I'll whip your ass
with my crop, not my soft hand."
This was too much for Mistress Clarissa who dropped her
robe revealing a white costume contrasting obscenely
with her ebony skin. "Since your cock's already busy
you can use your mouth on my cunt." Before I could
respond with the obligatory "Yes, Mistress" she had
straddled my head and planted her cunt firmly on my
mouth. I'm not dumb. To protect my sore ass I started
slurping and lapping as furiously and artfully as I
knew how. I made sure to tickle her clit with my tongue
at every opportunity.
The friction on my cock was overwhelming. If it hadn't
been so difficult to concentrate on breathing while
ministering to Mistress Clarissa's cunt I would have
undoubtedly cum.
After a few minutes of eager bouncing on my cock and
fingering her own nipples, Mistress Amber came in a
torrent of vocal ejaculations. Clarissa came almost as
violently and when she was done she
uncharacteristically did me a favor. She got off my
face so that I could breathe and she returned to her
throne chair.
Amber kept riding me, however, with a taunting
expression on her face. She looked into my eyes and
fondled her tits as she did so. I closed my eyes to
keep out the erotic image and to try to control my now
building orgasm. Amber said, "Open your eyes, worm and
look at my tits!"
"Yes, Mistress," as I opened them.
"Wouldn't you like to suck these, fondle these and play
with these. Wouldn't you like to come in my cunt?"
At the precipice I gasped an obedient "Yes, Mistress,"
but the last of my willpower was overcome by the
voluptuous image before me. My tormented balls surged
and a flood of my hot cum erupted through my huge,
rock-hard cock. I bucked and groaned as the pleasure
racked my body.
Mistress Amber was delighted and I immediately knew I
was in for more trouble. She pulled her cunt off my
deflating cock and planted it in front of my face.
"You'll pay for putting your filthy jizz in my cunt,
worm. Start by cleaning me up. And swallow every drop."
I was too spent to resist, "Yes, Mistress."
I started sucking and swallowing, but even after I was
sure I had swallowed every drop-and it seemed like a
gallon-she stayed on my face. I kept lapping and
slurping until finally she came with a second powerful,
shuddering, vocal orgasm.
"Now over this stool, worm."
"Yes, Mistress."
I lay over a stool and the women tied my hands and feet
to the legs. My ass was high in the air. I felt very
exposed and vulnerable and had very little room to
move. I had never felt so helpless. "You were told not
to cum and you did. You'll now pay the price. You
hollered when we spanked your bare ass with our bare
hands. You'll really howl now when we stripe your cute
ass cheeks with our whips."
They enthusiastically whipped me with their crops. My
ass was on fire. I could hardly bear the pain and began
screaming with each blow. Finally I couldn't take it
anymore. "Please, stop, please!!" I knew instantly that
was a big mistake.
There was a short and pregnant quiet, then "You know
you are not to speak except to say 'Yes, Mistress.' For
disobeying that rule, worm, you get ten more from each
of us."
My pain and my screams intensified, but I uttered no
words. When they finished with me they untied me and
left me blubbering on the floor. I was sure my ass must
be bleeding, but they were so expert that they had
managed to inflict maximum pain with minimum long-term
damage. I was to learn that they had this skill in many
areas of expertise.
The fire had barely begun to diminish in my poor ass,
when "On your knees before our cunts, worm."
"Yes, Mistress," as the three women stood in front of
me with their cunts as close to my face as they all
could get.
Mistress Melissa grabbed a handful of my hair and
almost yelling said "Do you understand now, worm. For
the next three years you are a cunt slave. A slave to
my cunt and any cunts I want you to worship. You will
suck and fuck, but you will only cum on command. You
and your cock exist for my pleasure and that of my
friends. You will be punished severely for failure to
perform as expected or just because I feel like
punishing you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And don't think that spanking and whipping are the
only punishments we can deliver. We have many more that
are more humiliating and uncomfortable for you while
being more enjoyable and amusing for us." When Mistress
Zelda gets here with her slave we'll introduce you to a
few of them. Right now I want you to serve us drinks."
"Yes, Mistress."
CHAPTER 6: Mistress Zelda
I was kneeling before my Mistress, my ass still
throbbing from the beating I had been given. But the
women were ignoring me and chatting idly. I was
appreciative of the respite. I had never experienced
such pain and humiliation as I had over the last few
hours. I hoped the worst was over. Unfortunately for
me, worse was yet to come.
There was a noise in the entryway and a woman appeared.
She was dressed as the other women. She was oriental
and in a red outfit. She pulled on a leash and a naked
man, obviously her slave, followed her into the room.
The leash was connected to a ring in the head of his
erect cock.
His balls were spread painfully apart in a separating
harness and the base of his cock had a tight ring
around it. His hands were chained behind his neck. He
was wearing a ball gag and had nipple rings. She jerked
the leash and the slave groaned and jumped to keep up
with her.
She turned him around and I noted with alarm that there
was a huge dildo rammed up his ass and connected by
wires to a battery pack on his waist. The woman looked
me straight in the eye, unhooked the leash and lifted
her riding crop to show me a remote control device on
the handle. Her slave's eyes widened with fear. She
pushed down firmly on the button and her slave screamed
and convulsed with the agony clearly caused by the
remotely controlled dildo. All four women laughed.
"Mistress Zelda, what did he do wrong?" ask Mistress
Melissa."
"Turd came without permission. I had him on the floor
and was riding his cock and he shot his filthy jizz
into my cunt."
"That's disgusting."
"Yes, and I'd only had ten orgasms during the hour I
rode him. But he'll learn to control himself. I've
tried whipping his ass with a crop, and now we'll try
this. The dildo in his ass is a modified cattle prod.
If and when I run out of ideas he'll find out what the
prison has to offer. Maybe he'll learn to control
himself before it comes to that. It really doesn't
matter though does it? It's so easy to get a new one.
The new rape laws are really most useful."
"That's the truth," from Melissa. "I just got this worm
today and he doesn't have any staying power yet. He has
already cum once without permission and has suffered 30
blows from the crops for his offense. We were kind
because he is so new. How long have you been training
the turd?"
"For six months, but I have at least another 18 months
to go. He'll learn or die trying."
Mistress Melissa laughed merrily, "I bet he will. Well,
Mistresses, let's have a drink to the wonderful rape
laws." The other Mistresses laughed. "Worm! Serve us
more champagne and don't spill it this time."
After a few sips Mistress Amber said, "I'm bored. How
about some entertainment?"
Mistress Zelda said, "Good idea. I've got a plan." (She
unchained her slave's hands, removed the ball gag from
his mouth and the dildo from his ass. The dildo's
dimensions were now apparent-10 inches long and three
inches in diameter. I thought it huge at the time. The
slave gasped with relief.) "On your knees, Turd!"
"Yes, Mistress." To Mistress Melissa, "May I use your
slave?"
"Most certainly."
"Worm, stand over here in front of this turd."
"Yes, Mistress."
"All right, turd. If you can show us his jizz on your
tongue within 30 minutes he loses and will be punished.
If you can't you will be the focus of the following
round of entertainment. Start sucking! Worm, you can't
move." Mistress Zelda started a stop-watch.
The slave grasped me by the ass and inhaled my cock. He
started sucking and pumping on it furiously. His tongue
was active. I don't know how many cocks he had sucked
previously, but his experience as a man who had been
sucked gave him a good idea of what was effective.
Fortunately I was and am a raving heterosexual and have
never been attracted to my own sex. Moreover, less than
30 minutes ago I had shot a gigantic wad up Clarissa's
cunt. I tried not to think about how good her cunt had
felt but concentrated on the image of a hairy man with
his mouth around my cock. The negative image was useful
and effective.
Mistress Zelda called out the time at five-minute
intervals and from 5 on in one-minute intervals. All
during this half-hour the women were laughing, clapping
their hands, pointing at the spectacle and making lewd
remarks.
"Suck, you cock-sucking, jizz-eating pervert."
"Play with his balls, maybe that will help."
"More tongue may work, he's not well trained."
With a minute to go and Mistress Zelda counting
seconds, the slave stopped sucking long enough to wet a
finger that he shoved up my ass as he reinserted my
hardening cock in his mouth. He massaged my prostate.
Suddenly I was in agony trying to control myself and I
nearly lost it. Fortunately, just as I could take no
more, Mistress Zelda shouted "Stop!" We both responded
with a "Yes, Mistress". I thankfully and the other
slave fearfully.
From Mistress Zelda, "The turd loses. Mistresses, what
do you recommend we do to him."
"Let's have another glass of champagne while we
consider it. Worm, serve your Mistresses."
"Yes, Mistress."
After I refilled their glasses and they had had a sip,
Mistress Clarissa clapped her hands delightedly- "I've
got it. May I do the honors?"
From the others, "But of course."
"Come here, turd."
"Yes, Mistress."
"You've failed. Your punishment is to be butt-fucked.
Spread your legs, bend over and grab your ankles."
"Yes, Mistress." He bent over as required exposing a
well-welted ass and his asshole.
"Worm, wet your cock and butt-fuck him. Hold his cock
while you do so."
"Yes, Mistress." I juiced up my cock, slipped it into
his asshole and grabbed his pecker firmly.
"Now fuck him one stroke a second for the next 30
minutes. When we want to we'll have you pull out to
show us that you're still hard and haven't cum. And
pump his cock while you do so. If either of you cums,
you'll pay."
"Yes, Mistress."
I began pumping him with my cock in short strokes and
stroked his cock as voluptuously as I would have pumped
my own in private. The object was clearly to assure
that he came before I did. Suddenly my ass was afire as
Mistress' lash struck forcefully. "Full strokes, worm,
all the way in and all the way out."
"Yes, Mistress."
After only a few minutes, it is too much for both of
us. The turd's cock gushed a flood of cum onto the
floor and I came with an obvious paroxysm.
The women were of course delighted with their triumph
but roared out at us.
"You'll pay for that. Worm, lap up that mess. Every
drop!" I knew by now better than to argue. I got down
on my hands and knees and lapped the slave's cum from
the floor. It was disgusting.
When I had finished it was "You, turd, suck this worm's
cock clean."
While he laved my cock, the women returned to their
drinks. They imbibed in high spirits.
CHAPTER 7: Strap-on Training
The Mistresses relaxed with their drinks for a while,
we men kneeling before them.
"That was amusing," opined Mistress Melissa "but since
they came without permission we'll now have to punish
them further. Mistress Amber, will you help me?"
"My pleasure, Mistress Melissa."
They left the room and returned a few minutes later
wearing huge strap-on dildos. I hadn't known such big
ones existed. My asshole tightened involuntarily and a
shiver ran through me. The other slave (I had begun to
realize that I was one too.) had a dildo up his ass
when he arrived.
Presumably he was stretched. My asshole was virgin and
I did not look forward to being deflowered. I couldn't
take my eyes off of the looming dildos as the women
stepped in front of us, the obscene glans of the
imitation cocks millimeters from our mouths.
"Do you like these?" gloated Mistress Melissa
"Yes, Mistress."
"Would you like to suck them?" Anything to delay them
going up my ass. My "Yes, Mistress" was almost
genuinely enthusiastic.
"Would you like them shoved up your ass?" We both
missed a beat before answering reluctantly. The
Mistresses in their turn didn't hesitate. Their whips
struck us three quick blows on the ass. "Instant and
enthusiastic obedience is required, you miserable cunt
slaves. Now let's try this again. Would you like these
hard, huge, butt-reamers rammed up your assholes?"
"Yes, Mistress." We practically hollered in our
eagerness to avoid another stroke of the whip.
"And don't think this will be boring for us, or quick.
These are double-headed dildos. The end that isn't in
you is nestling in our cunts rubbing on our clitorises.
We'll really enjoy it. That is, of course, the whole
point since you exist for our pleasure. And when we're
done with you, maybe Mistress Clarissa and Mistress
Zelda would like to use their dildos on you too."
"I've got a better idea" said Mistress Zelda, "Come
Mistress Clarissa."
They left and quickly returned sporting their own
harnesses and dildos. The sight of four gorgeous women
with beautiful naked tits who were carrying whips and
sporting fake cocks as big or bigger than my own was an
overpowering sight. My body couldn't decide whether to
be infinitely aroused or petrified. Fortunately, my
cock apparently liked it because it remained hard as
required.
"They've each got two holes", said Mistress Zelda,
let's do all of them at once. We can switch off when we
get bored."
We were led to a pair of stands and strapped in. Our
feet were spread apart exposing our cocks, balls, asses
and assholes for whatever purpose they might wish. Our
upper torsos were then bent horizontal and our hands
pulled wide apart so that our mouths could be
approached from the front. The bonds were tight. We
were stretched out and again completely defenseless,
much to the delight of our tormentors.
"Let's begin, Mistresses," said my Mistress, "Open up,
slaves and relax those ass-holes or you'll be bleeding
for a week."
I felt a dildo pushing firmly and surely against my
butthole. A hands had grasped my cock and balls and
were playing with them. I desperately tried to relax my
inexperienced sphincter, but was distracted when a
dildo appeared in front of my eyes and was rudely
shoved to the hilt into my mouth and down my throat. I
suddenly found myself trying to relax my throat and
asshole at the same time and was further distracted by
the knowing hands teasing my cock and balls.
My throat adjusted first and the dildo stroked in and
out. Mistress Zelda was in ecstasy. The dildo in my ass
finally made a little headway and just as I thought I
could stand it, Mistress Amber rammed the remainder
home. The additional nine inches didn't tear anything
as it turned out, but it initially felt like it. The
pain, discomfort and of course humiliation were
incredible. The women were by now in full stroke and in
full cry. Their sopping wet cunts were being massaged
by the other end of the cruel dildos in our mouths and
assholes.
They controlled the strokes so that their clits got
maximum advantage. Their pleasure was infinitely
heightened by the knowledge that they had before them
two men whose bodies they now owned, dominated and
controlled. Worthless pieces of man-meat fit only to
satisfy their cunts with our mouths, hands, lips,
tongue and on rare occasions even our cocks. No
pleasure for us, just misery and servitude to hot
steaming cunts.
CHAPTER 8: The Cocktail party
The noise level in the next room had been rising.
Mistress had invited a half dozen of her friends over
for drinks and they had been at it for several hours.
When I could make out words they sounded more slurred
than they had earlier. Then I heard my Mistress calling
for quiet. The bell rang, and I knew I was "on."
I stepped through the door to my Mistress' side. Her
guests were stunned and silent staring at me as I
stepped forward. Mistress had calculated the effect
well. I was, as usual, stark naked, but my skin was
oiled and I knew I gleamed in the light. My cock was at
full erection, hard and throbbing at 9 inches in length
and two inches in diameter.
My pubic hair had long since been shaved and it made my
cock seem even bigger. A gold cock ring helped maintain
my hardness and my prick become very uncomfortable over
the last several hours. A balls spreader was attached
to my testicles so that each ball was separated and
stood out from the other under my proud cock.
I moved next to Mistress and assumed the submissive
position for inspection. I put my hands behind my head
with my elbows back. I spread my legs and shoved my
crotch just slightly forward. The women just stared-one
or two gulped as they took in this unexpected sight.
Mistress explained everything. "This worm is a
convicted rapist. I am his probation officer and am
rehabilitating him for possible return to freedom. My
rehabilitation program consists of making him a cunt
slave so that he learns what his real role in life is-
to please woman not to harm them. It is important to
his training that he be humiliated and degraded at
every opportunity. He is also physically abused at my
pleasure. For the rest of the evening he will serve
you-drinks, canapes and anything else you might want.
Please don't be nice to him. Fondle him, abuse him and
use his mouth and cock for your pleasure. Make sure he
gets no pleasure himself."
She then turned to me. "You want to serve these women
in any way they wish?" "Yes, Mistress." "You want them
to use you and abuse you"? "Yes, Mistress." "You want
to be their cunt slaves and have them use and abuse
you?" "Yes, Mistress." "You will do anything any of
them want?" "Yes, Mistress." "And you know that if
anyone wants to she may take you over her lap and spank
you?" "Yes, Mistress." "Then start serving drinks and
do what you're told." "Yes, Mistress." "Remember my
friends," said Mistress "that I suggested you wear
skirts without panties tonight. Now you see why. When
you feel like having your cunt lapped, just demand it
of this slave. Until you feel the need, just touch and
poke anything you want to."
I went to the bar and filled glasses with champagne,
put them on a tray and started offering them to the
women as I circulated through the room. They had
clustered in small groups and were whispering quietly
as they stared at me. When I would approach a group
they would fall silent and take a glass, not quite
comfortable yet with the situation.
When I was traversing the room with the canapes, two of
the bolder women patted my ass. The second time through
one even reached down and squeezed my balls. When I
went around refilling champagne two even had the nerve
to grab my cock to feel its weight and hardness.
They soon relaxed around me and began to fondle and
caress me whenever I moved within range, and they were
obviously doing it to satisfy their own curiosity and
interest. After an hour more of drinking one became
bold enough to demand of me "So you'll give me a tongue
job if I want?" "Yes, Mistress." "I don't believe it!"
Mistress overheard this interchange and came over to
me. "On your knees, worm, and under my skirt. Lap me
good!"
"Yes, Mistress," I said as I disappeared beneath her
skirt and fastened my mouth on her cunt and began
slurping noisily. I made sure to tongue her clit and
soon she was writhing in pleasure. Too weak from my
ministrations to remain standing, she sagged onto a
nearby chair while I never missed a lick.
She soon came with a vocal orgasm. She recovered
herself and announced "As you see, if you want to have
him suck he will do so. If you want to use his cock you
can do that too. He's trained not to cum, so you don't
have to worry about getting jizz in your cunt."
I had removed my head from under her skirts and could
see from the looks on the women's faces that they were
stunned. Two in particular seemed flushed as though
very excited by the prospect. Obviously screwing up her
courage one asked Mistress, "You mean I can ride his
cock if I want?" Instead of a yes or no answer Mistress
said "On your back worm. Service this woman's cunt with
your cock and do not cum."
I lay down on my back, my swollen cock pointed toward
the ceiling, my glans purple with excess blood. The
women stepped over me and with a glazed expression on
her face squatted down facing toward me while impaling
her hot, juicy cunt on my huge, hard cock. I felt the
wet velvety walls of her twat sliding down on my cock
and the feeling was tremendous, but I knew better than
to cum. She began to move up and down, first
tentatively and then with more and more enthusiasm. She
was obviously getting hotter and hotter.
Her hands began to move over her own tits. She pulled
her tee shirt up and off her torso exposing her
beautiful globes and began teasing and rubbing her own
nipples. The other women were beginning to cheer her
on. As she passed the point of no return, she leaned
forward, never missing a thrust, and demanded "Suck my
nipples." I was only too happy to oblige. It wasn't
long after I took one of those beautiful tits into my
mouth and laved one of her huge, hard nipples that she
was swept by a wave of ecstasy and came with a
shattering orgasm.
That broke the ice. By the end of the evening I had
been ridden by half the women and had sucked off all of
them. I think it safe to say it was the most
interesting night of their lives. It may also have been
their most pleasurable. By evening's end I still
sported my huge hard-on and each guest gave it a
farewell squeeze as they departed for home.
CHAPTER 9: The Nymphets
I was kneeling before my Mistress. I didn't know what
was happening. I had shaved my entire body below the
neck and had a cock ring around my rock-hard cock. But
for some reason Mistress had required that I don a robe
that covered me completely. She hadn't had me do this
before. It was fastened in front at the neck. She too
was wearing a similar, but longer robe-the same one she
had worn the first day she had taken possession of me.
My ass still burned from the spanking she had
administered earlier in the day. My butt plug was very
uncomfortable. I mused that she was very cruel to me,
but the cruelties were nothing like the ones that
awaited me in the prison if she sent me there. I had
seen the videos. They still haunted my dreams.
Mistress was relaxing quietly in her throne-like chair
when there was the noise of a door slamming and three
teen-aged girls came bounding into the room. They were
about 15 years old wearing short skirts and tight tee
shirts. I could easily see that they were no longer
children.
They came screeching to a halt when they saw Mistress
and me. The tallest turned to Mistress and said "Aunt
Melissa, who is that man? Why is he kneeling with his
hands behind his back?"
"Hi, girls. This worm is a convicted rapist that the
court has asked me to rehabilitate."
"Wow! Is he dangerous?" The girls stared at me
curiously and somewhat nervously.
"Not any more. He knows that if he disobeys me he will
be sent to the prison where he will be executed very
painfully. Isn't that right, worm."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Worm, serve these girls some drinks."
"Yes, Mistress." I moved to the bar and served up some
Coca Cola and presented each girl with a glass.
"What does it mean that you're rehabilitating him?"
"It means that I'm training him to be respectful of
women."
"But how do you do that?"
"By punishing and humiliating him when he fails to
properly perform the tasks I set him."
"You mean you tell him what to do and if he doesn't do
it you punish him?"
"That's exactly right"
"How do you punish him?"
"For little things I simply take him over my knees and
spank him."
"You get to spank him when he's naughty?" Tricia asked
wide-eyed.
"I spank him when he's naughty or even when I just feel
like it?"
"Wow, but doesn't he resist?"
"He doesn't dare. He knows what will happen if he does,
don't you, worm?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you spank him on his bare bottom?"
"Yes, I spank his bare ass?"
"You just pull up his robe and spank his bare bottom.I
mean ass?"
"No, I don't lift up the robe. He very, very seldom
wears one."
"What does he usually wear?"
"He usually is stark naked so I can enjoy looking at my
property. After all, I own him."
"Then why is he wearing a robe now?"
"I thought the sight of a naked man would startle and
perhaps frighten you. But now that you're used to him,
shall I have him take off his robe?"
"Oh, yes please," chorused the girls.
"Well then, Tricia, just tell him to strip."
"You mean he'll do what I say?"
"You bet. He'll obey the commands of any woman. He
knows the penalties for disobedience."
Tricia stood in front of me. "Stand up and strip,
worm."
"Yes, Mistress."
I stood and removed my robe, letting it drop to the
floor. I assumed the inspection position as I had been
taught -hands behind my head and legs spread and cock
thrust forward.
The girls were entranced. They couldn't take their eyes
off my massive cock with its gold cock ring at the
base. I had grown used to the covering of the robe and
this sudden exposure before these young women was
humiliating, as Mistress had obviously anticipated.
Finally, Tricia broke the silence. "Wow, I didn't know
penises could be that big." She blushed. "I mean I did
feel up one of my dates once and his was nowhere near
this big."
"This is a real man, with bigger than average cock. But
it is only a toy for me to use as I wish," Mistress
said.
"Why has he no hair. I thought men had hair around
their things."
"Men have hair around their cocks and on their legs and
elsewhere. I make him shave it off as an additional
humiliation. It makes him feel more exposed?"
"Does it make you feel more exposed?" Tricia asked me.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Wow, I like this Mistress stuff. He'll really do
anything I want?"
"Yes he will. Try him out."
"Turn around worm."
"Yes Mistress." I turned around and the girl's
attention was riveted by my butt plug.
"Wow, what's that thing in his rectum?"
"That's a butt plug and it's in his ass-hole, not his
rectum. Use the nasty terms; it debases him. It's there
to cause discomfort and humiliation."
From one of the other girls "Jump up and down and make
your balls bounce."
"Yes, Mistress." I began to jump up and down and my
balls flopped painfully. My hard and aching cock bobbed
too. The girls were fascinated. I began to tire and one
of the girls said, "You may stop now."
I stopped gratefully with a "Yes, Mistress."
Mistress said to the girl, "Don't say 'you may.' Just
order him to stop. He's a worm, you're a Mistress."
From Tricia, "May we touch him."
"Do anything you want with him. Just don't damage him
permanently. I want to enjoy him for a few more years."
"Wow." Tricia, emboldened, touched my cock and then my
balls. Growing more secure she grabbed me firmly and
squeezed my balls. The other girls, encouraged by
Tricia's initiative also started to fondle my ass, cock
and balls and to tweak my nipples. My humiliation was
almost unbearable.
The girls took a break to sip their drinks, but didn't
take their eyes off the new play toy available to them.
Mistress excited them by suggesting "Well, you've seen
how he can be ordered about. Would you like to try
spanking him?"
"Wow. Can we?"
"Do you want them to spank you, worm?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Does he really mean that Aunt Melissa?"
"Undoubtedly not, but he must answer every question and
order with 'Yes, Mistress.' He is allowed no other
words and he must answer."
Tricia emboldened stepped in front of me. "On your
knees worm."
"Yes, Mistress," as I sank to my knees. New humiliation
was obviously on the way.
"Do you want me to spank you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you want me to take you over my knees and spank
your ass hard?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And do you want all my friends to spank you too?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And will it hurt?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And will you be humiliated."
"Yes, Mistress."
Tricia sat. "Good! Worm get over here across my knees."
I said, "Yes, Mistress," and draped himself over her
knees. She began to slap my ass methodically, but not
too hard.
Mistress warned "Don't be gentle with him. This is
punishment. Hurt him."
Tricia got into it and I began to squirm and moan a
little.
The girls cheered her on "That a way. Harder, harder!"
Tricia tired after a while. "Jana, why don't you take
over?" Jana seated herself. "Okay worm crawl over here
and let me spank you for a while." "Yes, Mistress," I
said as I crawled to Jana and arranged myself over her
lap, my red ass upward.
Jana spanked me hard and by now I was really moaning
with the pain and humiliation. When Larissa finished I
was howling with pain and the girls were beside
themselves with glee.
"Thanks girls, that was very helpful training for him,"
said Mistress, "wasn't it, worm." "Yes, Mistress."
"Gee Aunt Melissa. That spanking got me excited. Did
you other girls feel it 'down there'?"
The other girls agreed. "That's normal," said Mistress.
"It's just your clitoris wanting attention."
"Huh, what kind of attention?"
"It means you want your cunt and clitoris licked by
your slave. After I spank him I usually have him lap my
cunt for a while until I am sexually satisfied."
The girls initially seem shocked, but after a moment's
thought Tricia said "You mean he'd lap my, uh, cunt if
I ordered him too."
"You understand almost completely. He'll do anything
you want-anything at all."
"I've heard that having your cunt lapped feels good.
Guys are always wanting me to suck their icky cocks,
but none of them has ever offered to lap my cunt. They
just want to play with my tits."
"Can I have him lap my cunt?" "For as long as you want,
dear. That's why I suggested you wear skirts-so he
could lap you conveniently if you wanted. Who wants to
go first?"
"I do," said Tricia, leaning back in her chair and
spreading her legs. "Get over here worm and start
lapping."
"Yes, Mistress". I crawled to Tricia's feet, pulled off
her panties and started lapping her virgin cunt. I
lapped and slurped with particular attention to her
clit as Mistress has taught me. Tricia began to writhe
and then moan and finally came in an explosion of howls
of pleasure. "Wow, wow, oh, oh yes, yes ah...."
The other girls were emboldened and within the next
hour I had sucked all three girls to orgasm twice and
Mistress had her turn.
After they were all sated, Mistress asked them "Have
you ever seen a man cum?" "No," they chorused. "Would
you like to?" That got a resounding "Yes." "Worm, beat
off for us." The embarrassment was acute but I
dutifully grabbed my tool and began pounding away. The
cock ring impeded my efforts, but strenuous exertion
finally caused me to shoot my wad. And after several
days of sexual stimulus with no release it was a huge
wad. I came in wave after wave and filled my hand with
a quarter cup of jizz. I knew better than to spill a
drop.
The girls were awestruck. "Wow! I didn't know it was so
much." "Usually it isn't," said Mistress, "but he's
been teased for several days without being allowed to
cum. The jizz built up in his balls." Turning to me,
"All right, worm, you know what to do with it." I did.
I lapped it all up, my face red with humiliation and
debasement.
CHAPTER 10: The Arrogant Executive
A full-length robe covered my usual attire, cock-ring
and butt plug. I was wearing sandals and suspected that
I looked vaguely Arabic. Since my sore ass and butt
plug precluded sitting I was standing next to Mistress.
She was in business clothes-- a blouse and jacket over
a mid-length loose skirt. We were in the reception room
of Fred Finkel, the CEO of a large corporation.
Mistress' niece Shandar worked for Finkel and had
complained bitterly about his arrogant and sexist
treatment of her and other employees. Mistress had told
Shandar that she would take care of the situation.
Shandar was now explaining how, just yesterday, Finkel
had fondled her ass as she had been working along side
of him on a report. Rhonda, the secretary/receptionist
added her complaint. Finkel was a pig and had
threatened her with firing if she didn't come across.
She was resisting, but had been unable yet to find
another job.
Mistress assured her there was no longer reason to
fear. She said that she and Shandar would straighten
Finkel out this weekend. Would she like to help?
Mistress gave Rhonda her card and invited her to come
over to her home about 10 am Saturday and to spend as
much of the weekend assisting as she cared to. "Bring
your camcorder too."
Mistress did not elaborate further, but I had a pretty
good idea what was in store for Mr. Finkel. Mistress
had briefed me on my role for that afternoon's visit. I
almost felt sorry for Finkel. He was in serious
trouble.
Finally the great man ushered us into his office. He
was as self-important and arrogant as I had expected.
He tried to come on to Mistress, but she wasn't having
any. She marched to the video system that Shandar had
told her to expect and inserted the tape of the man
being executed for rape.
Without a word she began playing it. Finkel was
initially mesmerized, then became pale and shaken. He
strode to the console and turned it off. "Why are you
showing me this? What is it?" "It is the execution of a
convicted rapist," said Mistress. "You are about to be
so convicted."
"What," Finkel said, "don't be ridiculous? I haven't
raped anyone." "This paper says otherwise." Mistress
took a form from her purse and handed it to him. I knew
it was a notarized accusation against him of rape and
that it was signed by two women. I knew that Finkel was
doomed. "This is ridiculous," Finkel said. "This means
nothing. It didn't happen!" "That's what this worm
thought and look at him now." Mistress clapped her
hands and I dropped my robe as she had earlier
instructed me to be ready to do.
Finkel mouth dropped open as he took in my huge, hard
cock and it's tight cock-ring, the harness on my balls,
the welts on my ass cheeks and the huge dildo
protruding from my asshole.
He was even more disconcerted as I fell to my knees and
inserted my head under Mistress' skirt and started
noisily slurping her cunt. I could not observe but only
hear his further reactions.
"Get out of my office and take that pervert with you,"
hollered Finkel. "Fine," said Mistress, "we'll just
head on over to the police station. You will be in jail
within the hour and being put to death within two
weeks. Before we go, however, I'd strongly suggest you
call your lawyer and ask him what that affidavit means
for your future health." She said so confidently that
it rattled the arrogant Finkel. He dialed his phone and
explained everything to his lawyer. His side of the
conversation got weaker and more tentative.
By the end his voice was that of a shaken and totally
defeated man. When he hung up he was nearly whimpering.
"What do you want from me? I can pay. How much do you
want?" "We don't want your money. You can't buy your
way out of this one. If you don't surrender your body
to me for the weekend, you go to prison and die just
like the poor fool in that video." Finkel's habit of
command and control asserted itself a little. "This
can't be true. I can't be convicted for something I
didn't do. Forget it. I can afford the best lawyers.
Get out!"
"I'll give you one last chance. Shandar and I will wait
outside while you have a little conversation with this
felon who is now my cunt-lapping slave. He can share
his experience with you. You can have fifteen minutes
with him. Shandar and I will wait outside." With that
she pulled away from me and marched with Shandar from
the room. I rose and donned my robe and wiped the cunt-
juice from my face.
I had been told to be honest with Finkel. I explained
how I too had been convicted of rape even though I
hadn't done it. I explained, as his lawyer must have
done, that the piece of paper signed by two women was
all that it took. No testimony, no evidence, no cross-
examination. I told him he was getting away lucky.
Mistress had me for three years. He had only to submit
for a weekend. He sputtered and fumed, but as I
answered his questions about the legal process he
became more and more resigned.
Finally he changed the subject. "What happens to you?
What does she do to you?" I had been told to answer
this question in only one way, "She does anything to me
that will give her pleasure." He tried getting more
information by probing and revising his questions but I
knew better than to disobey Mistress by telling him
more. The clasp that held my robe together was a bug
linked to a recorder in her pocket. "She does anything
to me that will give her pleasure."
The fifteen minutes were nearly up. I moved to the
door, a cowed Finkel dragging along behind. Mistress
and Shandar rose as we entered the reception area.
Mistress handed Finkel a card and said "Be at this
address at 10 am sharp tomorrow morning. If you are so
much as a second late you will pay for it. If you are
not there by 11, the police will come find you." The
receptionist, initially flabbergasted by Finkel's
demeanor, quickly showed delight. I expected to see her
the next morning.
CHAPTER 11: Executive Downfall.
The next morning, a few minutes before 10, I answered
the doorbell in my usual attire- nothing but cock-ring
and dildo. A resigned Finkel was standing there. As
instructed I said, "Come in, close the door and follow
me, cocksucker." Before he could respond I turned my
dildo stuffed asshole to him and strode down the hall
into the main playroom.
Rhonda had arrived earlier dressed in casual clothes
and was now seated on the couch sipping a cup of
coffee. Mistress and Shandar were sitting in the
throne-chairs wearing Mistress robes and also drinking
coffee. When Finkel spotted Rhonda he sputtered,
"What's she doing here?"
Performing as ordered earlier, I turned and struck him
forcibly in the stomach bending him over retching. "You
will address the female goddesses as 'Mistress'.' The
only thing you are to say to them is "Yes, Mistress."
By order of my Mistress you are to address me, a
worthless cunt-slave, as 'Master.' Is that clear?" As
he recovered "Yes,...master."
Mistress pointed to the affidavit next to her,
"Remember this piece of paper, cocksucker and for
proper incentive you will watch all of the execution
video. Worm, start it up. "Yes, Mistress," as I started
the video. I had seen it several times now, but the
horror still affected me. Finkel was devastated.
Rhonda was at first appalled, but as it went on she
obviously began to enjoy it as did Shandar. They were
both beginning to squirm in their chairs, a sure sign
that their cunts were getting hot. Cocksucker and I
were in for a long hard weekend.
When the tape was over, Mistress rose and I forced the
overwhelmed Finkel to his knees. I knelt beside him.
Mistress stood over us.
"Okay, cocksucker. You're ours for the weekend. You'll
do what you're told immediately and eagerly. The least
resistance and you'll be punished severely. We intend
to hurt and humiliate you as you have hurt others. You
will suffer this weekend, but keep two things in mind.
When we're through with you, we'll still have worm here
to torture. Secondly, you won't experience what that
guy on the video suffered. So from now on only three
words come from your lips, 'Yes,' 'Mistress' and
'Master.' This worm is a mere cuntlapping slave who is
subject to every whim and punishment I can invent, but
you are lower than that, because he is your master
subject to my command. Is that clear, cocksucker?"
"Yes, Mistress," said the defeated Finkel.
Mistress seated herself and picked up her coffee.
"Stand up and strip, cocksucker." Finkel stood up and
began to strip with a "Yes, Mistress." He didn't have
much of a body. His muscles and belly were soft and his
cock was small.
"Pretty small pecker for a guy who thought he was a big
man," hooted Shandar. "Yah," laughed Rhonda, "he
carried on like he thought he was a stud. Some stud."
"Maybe it's bigger when it's perked up" grinned
Mistress. "Cocksucker, whack off for us and keep it up
until you cum. Rhonda, maybe you'd like to film a
little."
Rhonda focused her camcorder on the scene as a defeated
and deeply humiliated Finkel reluctantly began to beat
off. His little prick eventually hardened but it still
wasn't much. "Worm, step up close so he can see what a
real cock looks like." Yes, Mistress," as I stepped
forward. My 9 inch hard-on dwarfed his puny little
four-incher. "Now there's a real man," said Rhonda in
admiration. "How can a guy with such a puny dick have
been so arrogant?" "He won't be arrogant anymore."
Fred kept pumping away, but didn't seem to be getting
anywhere.
Finally Mistress suggested "Shandar, maybe he needs a
little inspiration."
Shandar rose and dropped her robe. She was stunning.
Her tits were good sized and absolutely firm. The
nipples protruded like erasers. Her black cunt hair was
neatly trimmed. She was wearing thigh-length black
boots and elbow-length black gloves and nothing else.
She was, however, carrying a riding crop that she
rhythmically slapped against one hand. My own cock
twitched even harder; surprising given that it was rock
hard to begin with. After all, Mistress demands a rock-
hard cock at all times.
"Okay cocksucker, let's see the jizz that you have been
wanting to pump into my cunt. These are the tits you've
wanted to play with. Stare at them all you want. You'll
get to suck them too, when I want you to. But only
after you've been drained. I don't want you enjoying
yourself." She fondled first one tit and then the
other. It was finally enough for Finkel, who spurted a
puny supply of jizz on his hand.
Rhonda, now really getting into it, said "He doesn't
even have the balls to produce enough spunk to
impregnate a midget. Why did I ever worry about him?"
From Mistress, "Cocksucker, lap up that jizz." Finkel
hesitated only slightly, but long enough for Shandar to
step up and strike him viciously on the ass. "Yes,
Mistress," he said as he began lapping vigorously. He
got every drop, the Mistresses grinning arrogantly and
Rhonda focusing in for a close-up of Finkel's tongue
lapping cum.
Mistress suggested the next round of games. "Okay
Mistresses, it's time you began to get some back. He's
abused you. Now you can abuse him. I suggest that you
each take him over your knees and spank him. The bare
hand is nice because it is more humiliating, especially
when you fondle his helpless ass. Later we can move to
more painful pursuits. Rhonda, why don't you go first.
Shandar can film you. Over her lap cocksucker."
"Yes, Mistress," as he draped himself over her lap.
Rhonda was somewhat non-plussed to have a plump ass in
front of her. She spanked him a few times, but wasn't
quite with the program. "Feel him up, and then really
let him have it. Remember what a jerk he's been."
Rhonda caressed his ass and then really began to let
him have it. Soon his ass turned red and he began to
squirm and moan.
Rhonda was really into it now, but tiring. As her blows
rained faster and harder Finkel made the mistake of
screaming "Please, Please, stop!". Shandar leaped up
and said, "That will cost you. You have been told what
you can say and that wasn't allowed. Rhonda, move your
hand. " With that she brought her riding crop down
across Finkel's defenseless ass ten times in quick
succession. He howled in agony but had the sense to say
nothing.
Rhonda turned him over to Shandar who, being stronger
and more confident than Rhonda, delivered an
interminable series of bare-handed blows to Finkel's
already well-welted ass. By the time she was done he
was a defeated, whimpering mass of jelly. She shoved
him onto the floor where he fell blubbering on his
face.
CHAPTER 12: An Executive earns his Sobriquet
"Worm, strap him in the frame," ordered my Mistress.
"Yes, Mistress"." I dragged Finkel to the frame where I
strapped him in. His legs and arms were spread. His
asshole was exposed for fucking and his mouth was at
crotch height where he could suck whatever was placed
in front of him. My orders had been given to me
earlier. I stood in front of him with my cock inches
from his tear-streaked face. I began to coat it with a
layer of KY jelly.
Its nine-inch long, two-inch diameter manliness was
obviously intimidating to him. Mistress got up and shed
her robe and came to stand next to me. She began to
coat her strap on dildo, which made my cock look small
by comparison. The dildo was at least 12 inches long
and fully four inches in diameter. I hope she never
really used it on me. Finkel wouldn't recover if she
used it on him. He stared at her dildo mesmerized like
a mouse staring at a snake. He was terrified.
"Okay cocksucker, "she said, "you have a choice. You
either get this huge dildo up your ass, or you get
turned into a faggot by being fucked by another man.
Your choice; look at the one you want shoved up there."
(He didn't really have a choice. She had already told
me that if he picked my cock, I would fuck him, if he
picked hers she would laugh and make him take the one
he wanted least.)
He looked between the two cocks, avoiding focusing on
either one, perhaps thinking that this would save him.
He was wrong of course. She struck upwards against his
balls with her crop and he screamed, "Choose!" He
looked back and forth and then decided that he couldn't
take the twelve-inch monster and stared at mine. "The
cocksucker chooses to become a faggot. Take him worm.
Mistress Rhonda, record his deflowering for posterity."
I stood in front of him for a few more minutes
caressing and greasing my pole as coached. "I'm looking
forward to this cocksucker. I'm abused continuously and
I'm not allowed to cum. But today I get to do the
abusing and I get to fuck your ass. I may be a cunt
slave, but you're worse." I stepped behind him and
lined my cock up on his asshole. I began to slowly
push.
He had the good sense to relax a little and slowly I
began to penetrate. Inch by inch my greased cock slid
in. When I bottomed out, I withdrew completely and then
just rammed it to the hilt. He gasped. I began a
rhythmic pumping and as ordered reached around and
started caressing and pumping his cock. My orders were
clear. I was to drain his cock for the second time in
an hour and I, myself, was not to come..yet.
I had trouble controlling myself, but had learned much
discipline the hard way at Mistress hands. The effect
of my greased cock rubbing against Finkel's prostate
was too much for him and for the second time he came.
The Mistress hooted. Shandar said "The cocksucker
really likes being buttfucked, doesn't he?" Finkel was
of course mortified and it all was on videotape.
I pulled out and walked around to face him. His mouth
was at the ideal height. "Earn your name, cocksucker."
I grabbed his hair and shoved my greasy, shit-spotted
cock down his throat. He nearly gagged but I withdrew a
little to give him air. "Start sucking and using your
tongue." I held him firmly and moved in and out of his
mouth.
Finally my time had come. In a frenzy of plunging,
while screaming with delight, I buried my cock in his
throat and released a torrent of jizz that went on and
on. He couldn't swallow fast enough. Jizz poured out
around my cock and onto his chin and dripped onto the
floor. Still I kept cumming. He nearly drowned. Again
the recorder got everything.
Finally, recovered, I untied him and ordered him to
clean up the floor and my cock with his mouth. He wiped
his chin with his fingers and swallowed that too.
Rhonda was beside herself with glee, filming from every
imaginable angle. I glanced at Shandar and noticed that
her cunt was dripping with excitement.
Rhonda said, "Finkel, you're mine from now on. I've got
this video and when I want to I'm just going to walk
into your office and have you eat my cunt." Finkel's
fun was just beginning. It wasn't even noon on Saturday
and the Mistresses had the whole weekend before them.
CHAPTER 13: My Own Jizz Slave
Mistress came back one afternoon with a surprise. When
I met her at the door in my usual cock-hard state I
assumed the woman with her was another Mistress brought
to torment me. But then I noticed that this woman had a
leash on her.
"The rape laws have struck again, worm. This bitch was
convicted of assisting her boyfriend in rape. I had a
small part in that because I hate this cunt. She's been
dissing me for a long time and now I've got her in my
power for the next two years."
"Watch this, bitch." Mistress stripped off her clothes
and put on her biggest double-ended dildo. She draped
me over the footstool and whipped my ass with her
riding crop until I was howling with pain. Then she
made me suck the dildo until it was wet. I was eager to
get it as wet as I could because I knew where it was
going next. Sure enough she rammed it up my ass and
pumped away until she came in a furious climax twisting
my cock and balls as she came. The sound of my howls of
pain made her climax even more intense than usual.
She turned to the woman again. "This is my slave. I do
with him what I want, when I want. He doesn't resist,
do you worm?" "No Mistress," I said having gotten to my
knees before her and fastened my mouth on her huge fake
cock.
"I hate you, bitch, and you're going to suffer and be
humiliated, but you won't have the honor of being
humiliated by me. This worm is a miserable cunt slave,
a disgustingly low form of life. But you're even lower.
You're going to be his jizz slave. Not merely his
slave, that's too exalted. Not just his sex slave or
even his cock slave. You're to be his jizz slave.
"You will exist to absorb his jizz. See his huge cock?
He's going to use it to pump jizz up your ass, in your
cunt and down your throat. He will do with you whatever
he wants and he knows that to please me he must make
your life a living hell. I'm going to enjoy that.
Normally I don't allow him to cum, but now he can cum
as often as he wants so long as it debases you in the
process. And if you resist, it's off to the prison
where you'll be executed very painfully." The cunt
shivered at the thought.
My cock was throbbing with the possibilities. Here was
a chance to take out my frustrations and hatred of
Mistress on a helpless female. I began to think of the
possibilities and to examine the body of my new toy.
Even covered in jail garb it showed possibilities.
Mistress unchained the girl and unhooked the cuffs and
thrust her toward me. "Take her, worm." The girl began
to splutter and hurl invectives at Mistress as she
stumbled toward me. I hit her fairly hard in the
stomach and before she recovered I had her stripped
naked and pinned on the floor. I was sitting on her
chest so that my legs pinned her arms. My huge cock
thrust up towards her face between her magnificent
tits. I grabbed one tit in each hand and squeezed
cruelly.
"Listen up, cunt. From now on you'll only open your
mouth for three things, to suck my cock, to eat my jizz
and to say 'Yes, Master.' Do you understand?" "Fuck
you," was the response. I bitched-slapped her so hard
she nearly passed out. "Do you understand?"
As I bitched-slapped her a few more times. Resistance
fade quickly, "Yes, Master." "Now listen up. When I
tell you to do something you'd better do it quick or
I'll beat you black and blue. From now on you exist to
please me and through me my Mistress. She treats me
ruthlessly and if you think you'll receive any mercy,
don't. Any mercy I might be dumb enough to show you
will only cost me. And I don't feel very merciful
anyway. My cock has been abused and denied for months.
My asshole has been reamed by dildos and cocks. I've
been forced to suck cunts, cocks and dildos and I've
eaten bucketsful of jizz. I've been spanked, paddled
and whipped. I'm aching for revenge and you're the
lucky cunt who's going to be on the receiving end. Is
that clear?" I bitch-slapped her again. I could see
that Mistress was pleased with me as cunt said
compliantly, "Yes, Master."
I struck her another stinging blow and before she could
recover I was up on one of the throne chairs with her
draped over my lap. My throbbing cock was pushed up
into her belly. She could not reach the floor with her
feet or hands, so it was easy to hold her down with one
hand as I fondled her ass cheeks.
"I've been on the receiving end of spankings. They were
humiliating and painful. Mistress hits so hard that I
holler and thrash before she's done. But I bet I'm even
stronger than she is-you're really going to suffer and
this isn't even the best I can do. Wait for the crop,
the belt, the paddle and the whip."
With this I began to spank her as hard as I could in a
deliberately paced way that I knew I could continue for
as long as I liked-or more importantly for as long as
Mistress was amused. When cunt began to squirm and
holler I reached around her and crushed one tit in my
hand. I alternated caressing the tit and tweaking the
nipple with crushing the tit and pinching the nipple.
My blows to her ass continued. Every once in a while I
would stop and fondle her ass cheeks. A few times I
stuck a finger in the KY pot the Mistress keeps near
each throne and rudely shoved it up my new slave's cunt
or asshole. The indignity and pain renewed the cunt's
howling.
When I sensed that Mistress was getting bored, I thrust
cunt from my lap and dragged her to the fuck frame and
tied her in securely and cruelly. Her limbs were
stretched tight and it would be only moments before her
muscles began to hurt. Many times I had been in that
device with my mouth and asshole at fucking height. Now
I had a trussed toy with not two but three holes at my
pleasure.
I walked around to the front and said, "Let's see,
which hole shall I attack first? Doesn't matter, I
guess. I'll take all three." I greased up my throbbing,
9-inch long, two-inch diameter rock-hard cock and
walked behind her. I lined it up with her cunt and in
one violent thrust rammed it to the hilt. The cunt
squealed and Mistress applauded, "Bravo, give it to the
bitch!"
I backed out and plunged in, but soon her cunt
stretched to accept the implement and since I was bored
I figured Mistress was too. I walked back to her face
and holding the cock in front of her mouth asked aloud
"What next?" Cunt reflexively opened her mouth a
little. I reached for more jelly and said "Naw, let's
do the asshole first."
I walked around behind her and lined up with her
asshole. "Relax or I'll ruin you for life, cunt." I
pushed against her asshole and slowly, slowly worked my
way in an inch or so. When I was sure I was past the
sphincter and would cause no permanent harm-I had
learned my lessons well on the receiving end-I rammed
my cock to the hilt as she screamed with pain. Mistress
was beside herself with joy. She had her vibrator out
and was working on her clit.
My arousal built, but before I reached orgasm I knew
that Mistress would be more amused if I flooded the
cunt's mouth. So I reluctantly withdrew and when in
front of her rammed my cock deep into her throat. She
sucked gamely. This was too much for Mistress. She
climbed atop the frame and rammed her cunt in my face.
"Suck worm."
I was barely able to "Yes, Mistress," before I erupted.
I grabbed a crop and began beating the cunt's ass as I
came hollering into Mistress' pussy "Suck cunt, suck."
I pulled out a little so that my huge torrents of jizz
filled her mouth and dribbled down her chin. I pulled
out completely as the last squirts came and covered her
face for good measure. (Mistress is proud of the fact
that after a few days layoff I can generate a quarter
cup of jizz.)
Mistress came in a torrent of pleasure and we both
collapsed on the sofa. After a few minutes I released
the cunt and had her lap my cock clean. Then I had her
lap up the spilled jizz, after which I laid her before
Mistress, shoved my softer cock into my new slave's
mouth while I lapped Mistress to another orgasm.
CHAPTER 14: Slave Auction
I only had two weeks to go in my rehabilitation
program. In only two weeks, the three years of torment
at the hands of my Mistress would be over. The endless
rounds of spankings, whippings, and cunt lappings would
be ended.
But here I was, stark-naked, at a slave auction and up
for sale. My body gleamed with oil and my 9-inch long,
two-inch diameter cock throbbed in hardness, kept in
that state by my gold cock ring. I was tied to a frame,
my legs and arms stretched so that I assumed an x-
position. My body was completely helpless and exposed.
Dozens of other men were similarly displayed as a group
of barely clad Mistresses wandered amongst us
inspecting our bodies.
They fondled asscheeks, hefted balls and squeezed cocks
to test their hardness. They probed assholes for
tightness and tweaked nipples to check responses. The
effect on me was at once erotic, humiliating and
confusing. Why was I being sold when I only had two
weeks left on my sentence?
The room emptied of women as they moved to the auction
room itself. One by one the men were removed from the
frames and led into the bidding room in shackles and on
a leash. When my turn came I was led into the room onto
a stage. The room was dim, but my body was illuminated
by a bright spotlight. The auctioneer began the bidding
and I was soon disposed of to a Mistress Constance.
A few minutes later I was dragged into the presence of
Mistress Melissa and Mistress Constance and forced to
my knees at their feet. They unshackled me and handed
me a pen and a piece of paper. "Sign this worm." I read
the paper:
Dear Judge Jones,
I have been in rehabilitation for my crime of rape for
almost three years. Under Melissa Miller's direction I
feel I am making great progress. I do not wish to ever
be a repeat offender, and I have come to the conclusion
that a further course of training would be helpful to
me. Constance Jones has kindly offered to continue my
rehabilitation for a further two years.
I respectfully request that your honor extend my
probation by an additional two years with Ms. Jones as
my probation officer. I understand that the same rules
will apply during these additional years. That is, if
my probation officer should determine that I am making
inadequate progress I will be sent to the prison for
execution.
The Mistresses had both signed as endorsers and there
was a place for my signature.
I looked up at the Mistresses and blurted, "No, I won't
sign that. I only have two weeks to go." "That's what
you think, worm," said Mistress Melissa. "Remember your
sentence from the judge? I can, at any time until the
last moment, have you sent to the prison for execution.
You remember about execution don't you? If you don't
sign, I'm going to torture you unmercifully for the
next thirteen days and then send you to the prison on
the last day of your probation. That will be time
enough to allow them to execute you. You sign or you
die! Those are the choices."
I was stunned. "Will I be free at then end of two more
years?" "Not if I can find someone else to buy you,"
said Mistress Constance. "You're a sex slave for as
long as there is a woman who wants you. It's either
that or death the hard way. I've heard they have
developed a new way of execution that involves using
wire cutters on your balls. They snip off one piece a
day for weeks. Each time the pain is apparently
excruciating. Once your balls and cock are gone they
start in on other parts of the anatomy. It takes months
to die this way and the prison warden loves it."
I began to quake and reluctantly signed the paper.
Mistresses Melissa and Constance were triumphant.
Mistress Melissa took the signed paper and, with a
"He's all yours, I'll process the paper with the
judge," walked out leaving me with Mistress Constance.
Mistress Constance loomed over me gloating. "Phase two
of your training begins today. Mistress Melissa told me
that you haven't had to suck a menstruating cunt. So
start sucking. Consider yourself a Tampax, cuntsucker."
I knew I was doomed as I reluctantly began to suck on
her bloody cunt. I would soon learn to eat shit and
drink piss. Constance turned out to be a meaner
Mistress by far than Mistress Melissa and she was not
the worst as I eventually found out. I am in my 15th
year of "rehabilitation" now. Perhaps it will soon be
over. My body is not as appealing as it once was. It is
now covered with burns and welts and scars from the
horrific abuse I have received. Maybe this time no one
will want me and I'll be released. My fear is that
they'll just send me to the prison for execution as a
simple method of disposal.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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