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THREE SLAVES FOR THREE SADISTS
PART 4
My fellow mistresses and I
waited while Brownie and Blackie took much pleasure in dragging the naked
Blondie from the whipping room to the next door chamber and what we usually
refer to as “Torture Chamber No 2”, which, if anything, sees more slut slave
action than the whipping room and the urine room.
As the two engorged-cocked
“guards” struggled to manhandle their prisoner next door, I looked at Mistress
Nadine and asked: “He’s your slut, Nadine, where do you want him?”
The pretty black beauty
smiled an evil smile. “Strap him to the electro frame, boys,” she instructed
the 26-year-old and the 32-year-old, as they grappled with a vainly-struggling
18-year-old.
“I think I’d better give him
some zaps before we put him onto the torture bench.”
The lad started to whimper “Nooooo, pleeeeease, noooo” but the “guards” dragged him out of the whipping
room and slammed the door behind them on the way.
Jeanette was laughing to
herself.
“What’s so funny?” I asked,
as we prepared to go next door for the teenager’s two-hour torture session.
“It’s that lovely little
blonde bitch,” smiled Jeanette. “He knows only too fuckin’
well that he’s gonna get two-hours of torture in
there, he knows that pleading’s not gonna get him off
the hook, yet he persists in begging for mercy. I love it!”
Nadine agreed with the
blonde dominatrix. “But you’ve got to admit it makes it so much spicier that
way,” she said. “He doesn’t just lie back and take it – he struggles, he
writhes, fuck it’s so lovely! And the way his lovely little cock jerked around
as they wrestled him outta here! That’s something
else I love!”
I smiled at my lovely fellow
dommes. “Well, I do pay them quite well, and as you
know I’m putting money aside into a trust fund for my lovely little subby slut nephew, so perhaps he’s earning his money by
putting on a good begging act!” I told them.
“Well,” said Jeanette, “they
say that S&M is the theater of sex and if Blondie’s
act is anything to go by he’s in line for an Oscar!”
Nadine corrected her friend
and fellow pain-provider: “The only thing that young slut’s in line for right
now is my zapper. Let’s go give him a charge!”
And we walked into Torture
Chamber No 2, to find that the older slave sluts had strapped Blondie down to
the electro-torture frame.
This consisted of a frame of
several metal poles and a leather sort of saddle, or seat, upon which the
prisoner could rest his buttocks. His arms were held out at right angles to his
armpits, and his wrists were cuffed to the metal pole running across his
shoulders. His head rested on a black rubber pillow, and a broad leather band
went across the top, holding his head immobile.
The pole – a sort of
crossbar – was supported by two vertical posts, also made of metal, and from
them two more poles went from the sides of his body to meet poles set on the
floor jutting from the side posts. One pole, the same length as his crossbar,
connected the poles from the back of the frame.
His ankles were cuffed to
the bottoms of the side posts, and the thing was angled so he was lying back at
a 45-degree angle. As we walked into the room, Blackie was licking the slut’s
heavy ball bag, while Brownie was sucking on the helmet of his cock, which was
nicely erect.
Around his cock and balls,
one of the “guards” had placed a tight-fitting leather engorgement strap, which
served to highlight the veins along his lovely shaft. They stood out like blue
rivers on his white-fleshed penis.
Nadine walked to where one
of her favorite zappers – like a handle for a golf
putter, lay on the equipment bench. As she approached the strapped-down-slave,
Jeanette and I moved easy chairs to good vantage points, a couple of feet in
front of the slave’s feet, and with the backs facing
Blondie’s body.
Jeanette obviously had the
same idea as me, for what to do while the lad was being electro-shocked!
I knelt on the fine leather
seat, and placed my knees wide, then signalled to Blackie. “Come and do me
doggy-style, slut,” I commanded, and he walked behind me, a big grin on his
face.
Jeanette adopted the same
position on her chair and called out to Brownie: “Enough sucking on that slave
cock, Brownie you cunt, and get your cock
behind me. I think you know where I want you to put it!”
As a stiff-pricked slut
walked behind Jeanette, I felt Blackie’s 10-inches of monster meat pressing
against my dripping cunt, then he was driving into me,
filling me with his gloriously-engorged cock.
As he did so, Black placed
one hand on my heavy, but still firm, thank heavens, titties and started to
stroke me, making the nipples hard and blood-filled.
His other hand delved
between my thighs, flicked against my labia, then
teased my clitoris into action.
Then Nadine started on Blondie.
Many dominas
would have gone directly for their victim’s cock or balls – not Nadine. Her
first zap jolted Blondie’s left pectoral, flush on the nipple. Although he made
no sound, the nude slaved jerked in his bonds, his cock waving wildly.
Then Nadine walked around
behind him and zapped his other nipple. Another lovely,
cock-swaying jerk.
Next, the lovely black
beauty knelt and placed placed the tip of her
electro-shocker between his dragged apart thighs and against his outer anal
lips. I knew she would not insert the device into his rectum – it didn’t shock
so well like that, something acted like a dampener on the charge. It was much
more effective on the outer lips!
Blondie again thrust and
jerked in his bonds, and this time a cry sounding something like “Yaaaargh” burst from his lips.
Then Nadine, looked back at
us two fellow dommes enjoying our fucking, and
grinned.
“Look at that pretty cock,”
she said, teasing the slut. “It’s so nice, but when it’s leaping around it’s
even nicer!”
And then the zapper touched
his tight little foreskin lips and Nadine gave him a burst.
“Yaaargh!”
came the teenager’s sobbed cry and his body bucked
around as the hot jolt hit him.
The “guards” could, if they
had so wished, strapped his thighs and belly down so Blondie could not shift
his butt off the saddle, but they know that Jeanette, Nadine and I far prefer
to see the victim’s body buck away from the leather behind them.
As he did, Blondie’s cock
leaped around in a flicker of pain, and a glob of pre-cum fell onto his upper
belly.
When she saw this, Nadine
bent over and sucked on his cock, then, licking her lips she taunted him: “Such
a tasty cock, pity I’ve got to torture it more, eh slut?”
But before the blue-eyed,
sensual-lipped pain freak could respond, she placed the zapper onto his left
testicle and dragged the implement across to his right.
Blondie’s body jerked away
from the leather saddle and he yelped as the pain flickered through his
genitals.
“Oh, diddums,
did naughty ickle Nadine hurt slavey-wavey?” the
black beauty teased the youngster, as the waves of pain coursed through his
scrotal sac.
Then, laughing at his
discomfort, she flicked the end of the torture wand across his helmet, making
the cock leap and flay around like a wild thing.
For several more minutes,
she continued with the flickering flames on his cock, balls, upper
inner thighs and on his taut little nipples, then turned and looked at Jeanette
and me.
“Who wants to take over?”
she inquired, and I pushed on the back of the chair and indicated to Blackie
that he could withdraw.
As I moved to Nadine and
took the shocker from her, the lush-breasted beauty climbed onto the chair I
had vacated and snapped: “Slow fuck me, Blackie, you whore slut!”
And as Blackie mounted the
lovely dark mistress, I placed the tip of the electro-torturer on Blondie’s
drooped cock shaft.
“Beg me for it, slut!” I
hissed, and watched as he screwed his face up in an anticipatory grimace.
“Torture me, please,
Mistress Pat, please!” the good little boy begged, and I obliged him. Why
refuse such a pleasant little pleader!
“Aaargh”
yelped the pain slut, as the electricity banged into him, and sent his boy
buttocks bouncing off the leather saddle.
“And again,” I ordered, my
voice calm but cold. “Beg me, boy!”
Again Blondie’s pleading for
more electro-torture could be heard over the panting as two other male slaves
pushed their hard cocks deep into the other two domina’s
cunts.
“Please, aunty, please
torture me again, please!” he sobbed.
“All right, since you ask so
nicely,” I smiled at him and this time sent jolts through his bunched ball bag,
tightened by the attentions of the metal engorgement ring. The target may have
changed, but the reaction from the teenaged slave was exactly the same – an “Aaargh!” of agony escaping his lips.
I played and toyed and
teased him this way for about 10 minutes, and then looked back at my partners
in punishment. My mere glance was sufficient for Jeanette to push Brownie away
from her pert buttocks and step from the chair to take the torture wand from
me.
As the sweet little blonde
32-year-old resumed Jason’s torments on the electro-frame, I knelt up on the
chair and soon was pushing my buttocks back against the eagerly thrusting cock
as Brownie sought to pleasure me as we all watched Jason’s torture.
After Jeanette had worked on
the bound and sweating slave for about 10 minutes of jolting torment, I glanced
at the digital clock on a table to one side of the electro-frame. It read 1h
03m and just then clicked down to 1h 02m.
“OK, boys,” I called to
Brownie and Blackie, “he’s had enough of that. Get him onto the torture bench
for the next hour!”
The “guards” pulled their
penises from two dripping, hot cunts and walked to where the blonde boy lay,
sobbing quietly.
Almost tenderly, they
removed his naked body from the electro-frame and then half-walked,
half-dragged him to the torture bench, parked against one wall of Torture
Chamber No 2.
This is a little like a
hospital gurney, only it’s shaped like a letter “Y”. The slave’s legs are
strapped down the leather-padded tops of the “Y”, and his torso and head go on
the bottom of the letter. There’s a nice, padded rubber cushion for his head.
Straps at his ankles,
thighs, waist and shoulders hold him helpless and you can, if you want, strap
his arms and hands down to the bench too. Only, sometimes it’s nice to leave
his arms free so he can cup the buttocks of whoever is standing in the stirrups
at head level while they facesit the slave.
There are also stirrups at
the slave’s midriff, so a domina can put her feet in
there and sort of “Ride him, cowgirl!” as it were.
But there is another device,
bolted into the chrome metal of the underside of the torture bench, which make
it a rather devious piece of furniture.
Set in the middle of a bar
which runs the width of the bench, is an eight-inch black rubber dildo. There’s
a sort of flywheel thing, and the domme in charge of
anal intrusion only has to turn it and it rises until it presses against the
slave’s anus, and then if the wheel is kept on turning it “intrudes” into his
rectum – well, OK, it rapes him!
The problem for slut boy,
who actually quite likes a dildo up him, is that whoever is in charge of “dildo
duty” often smears it with really – and I mean REALLY – hot chilli sauce.
I’m told it creates quite a
burning sensation up the chutney chute, but I can’t say I’ve ever tried it!
When the lads had got
Blondie strapped down and then wheeled the bench out in the middle of the
torture chamber, I told them: “OK guys, thanks for all your help. We can take
over quite well now, thank-you, so fuck off and surf the net for porn, or pull
each other’s pricks. Get back here in an hour, now scat!”
The two older slaves both
looked quite disappointed that they would not be permitted to witness Blondie’s
hour on the torture bench, but they knew better than to question my command, so
they fucked off.
After they’d left, I looked
at Jeanette and Nadine and asked: “OK, who wants to facesit
him, and who wants to fuck him? As you’ve probably guessed, I’m going to be on
dildo duty!”
The ladies looked at each
other, and then Nadine shrugged. “Oh well, if you insist, Pat, I’ll facesit the useless little cunt!”
Now, of course, the lovely
little ebony tease was merely speaking for effect. My nephew may not be the
best cock-in-cunt fucker ever to draw breath, but when it comes to muffing at
the minge he’s one of the best. I’d have traded him
in for a new model if he hadn’t!
So while Nadine was stepping
into the stirrups and pressing her pussy onto his face, in a reverse facesit, Jeanette climbed into the stirrups at the slave’s
middle and placed her fingers on his cock head to guide it into her moist cunt.
As the other two dommes began their humping on his face and cock, I began to
turn the flywheel – Blackie or Brownie would already, I knew, have liberally
smeared the beneath-bench dildo with its burning lotion!
I peered beneath the bench
and watched with fascination as the rubber prosthetic got closer and closer to
the boy’s lovely brown bum hole, then his entire body seemed to tense and
stiffen as the inexorable upward drive of the pretend cock parted his anal
lips, then started to push up his rectum. It’s a sight I never tire of
watching!
Finally, the wheel could
turn no further, and I started the dildo on its downward passage, and then –
when it had cleared his now gaping anus – I re-coated the dildo with its hot
chilli sauce and began to resume the turns which would plunge it again deep
into his by-now burning rectum!
By the time the dildo was
firmly fixed in his back passage for a second time, I looked up and saw that
Jeanette and Nadine were pressing their breasts against each other, and
smooching hotly as they graunched on the boy slave’s strapped-down body.
It didn’t take long after
that for both dommes to come on slut child’s face,
and then it was time for me to make hay while the sun shone on his lovely
eight-inches of throbbing erection – made all the harder by the engorgement
ring, of course, and the fact that the dildo was buried deep in his asshole and
thus providing lovely pressure on his poor prostate!
Climbing from him, Jeanette
helped me up into the stirrups and I sank my minge
onto his cock, now circumsized with its upper flesh
pulled back to his ring by the tightness of the 32-year-old’s cunt. As I did,
Nadine moved to the stool by the side of the bench and continued with “dildo
duty” and Jeanette moved to his head and sat on his face.
Again the cycle of cunt
fucking, for me, facesitting, for Jeanette, and dildo
driving, for Nadine, continued, until I came with a roar, bouncing on his
lovely penis and pressing my titties hard against Jeanette’s and kissing her
with mouth-open, tongue-swirling flicks.
The hour was nearly up when
Jeanette moved onto his still rampant erection – the lad has such staying
powers! – and I went to facesit
him, while Jeanette took over on the dildo’s flywheel.
But, just for a change of
pace, I decided to alter his progress of pain and pleasure towards the end of
this third hour of torture.
As I was about to place my minge on his mouth, I suddenly felt a strong urge to
urinate. It was an urge I communicated to the boy!
“Oh, darling Blondie,” I
started, “I hope you don’t mind, but aunty’s got this
huge desire to go pee pees. Would you mind ever so much drinking it down from aunty’s piss lips?”
Now, naturally this was no
request, although it was couched in such terms. It was, of course, a demand.
The lad could no more refuse than he could resist his cock standing at
attention from his groin!
“No aunty,” he said,
although I must admit he did not sound too fuckin’
enthusiastic, “I don’t mind at all. It would be lovely.”
Lying little cunt!
So I placed my fingers on my
labia lips, parted them, and as he obediently opened his mouth, I let loose a
strong spray of dark yellow urine down his throat!
The lad, expert as he is by
now at piss drinking, swallowed down all my gusher without spilling a drop!
What a good boy!
Then, as I lowered my pussy
to his mouth and tongue for (a) cleaning and (b) adoration, I heard Jeanette
from her post on dildo duty: “Fuck Pat, isn’t he going to get three hours of
that kind of thing soon?”
I laughed. “Of course he is,
silly,” I told her, as I graunched my quim on his working mouth, “but there’s
nothing wrong with a little appetiser before the main course!”
To be continued.
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