Year One

Chapter 6 - The Estate

 

--HER--

Even though Halia hadn't asked what we wanted to do today, I was glad that she'd offered to show us around.  I was curious as to what else was in the Harem area of the house, let alone the other areas of the estate. 

 

"Come on, I'll show you what else is around here first," said Halia, bouncing up off of the cushions and heading off towards one of the passageways that lead off of the central area.  Corben and Dasha also rose, and said goodbye to us as they headed off back towards their personal areas.  As we headed down the first of the two unexplored corridors, I felt the air start to get even warmer, as the short corridor opened out into a large room, which was dominated by a reasonably large swimming pool. Around the edge were smaller jacuzzi pools, and on the far side of the room was a wall of glass, behind which I could see numerous exercise machines.

 

"This is the exercise and sauna area," said Halia, you can see the pool, and over there are the machines and the jacuzzis.  We each usually spend an hour or two in here each day, the Master prefers us to keep in shape".   We nodded appreciatively, with facilities as luxurious and convenient as this, I didn't see that it would be any problem keeping our bodies toned at all.  Turning to leave the area, I couldn't help but admire Halia's peach shaped butt.  I realised that I was generally finding it hard to focus on anything but the constant craving for sex that seemed to have become a large part of me.  The Gift was no doubt enhancing my already high sex drive, and I was looking forward to hitting the gym later on to see if that helped.

 

Returning the main harem and turning down the next corridor again lead us to a large space.  This time though it was empty.

 

"And this space is for whatever the Master feels like providing us with," said Halia, "last time he held an orgy he curtained it off into smaller spaces with beds in to give his guests more privacy, the time before that he turned it into a torture chamber and spent days tormenting all of us, you get the idea," she finished.  She gave us a few more moments to look around before we returned to the central area and sat down on the cushions.

 

We all started chatting, maybe it was because we'd fucked, but I already felt close to Halia.  There was something about her enthusiasm and general bouncy nature made me like the girl, I found myself looking forward to the tour of the estate all the more because she'd be the one taking us.  Inevitably, the conversation soon returned to sex, and how we'd each ended up here in the service of Master Remus.

 

"So how on earth did Master end up finding the pair of you?" she started, "He's been looking for a real pair of pansluts for years, every time he comes close he's found out that one of them wasn't up to scratch.  And that's besides how hard it is to find to subs that have paired off,".  I laid back on the cushions and started to explain:

 

"It wasn't until after we'd fallen in love that we found out that neither of us were that dominant in the sack," I started, "we messed around with tying each other up and the like, but since we both liked the submissive aspects neither of us ended up being really satisfied.  After a few years of monogamous marriage, we both ended up on a BDSM personals site where we met the Master.  We each had no idea that the other had gone outside of the relationship to relieve their desires, let alone that we were seeing the same Master,"

 

I retold the story of how I'd crawled into the room behind the Master, my cunt and tits being tortured, to see my Husband hobbled and experiencing similar amounts of pain.  I talked about my surprise at seeing it, then even greater surprise at seeing myself being tortured on the screen in front of him.  Then I spoke about how wonderful we had felt last night as we reached a better understanding of what we were, and how easily this all seemed to be coming to us."

 

"Wow," said Halia, her mouth hanging slightly open, "that's quite a story."  Her eyes sparkled as she continued, "I was really interested because the way you two fucked me yesterday, I figured you'd been having threesomes for years!"

 

I smiled at Alcyone, reaching over to squeeze his hand.  I looked down to see that the retelling of the events of a few days ago from my perspective had aroused him, his cock was standing erect, the silver ring in the top glinting slightly in the sunlight coming from the high windows.   I realised that I'd become even more aroused that I already was by telling Halia the story, my cunt was almost literally aching for release.  I wanted Alcyone's cock inside me, but I felt bad because Halia's newly chastened cunt wouldn't be able to see any of the action.

 

"Oh for fuck sake," said Halia, smiling, "just jump each other will you!  You're staring at each other like a couple of dogs in heat, don't mind me.  My husband didn't need telling twice, within seconds he was on top of me, kissing me passionately, groping at my breasts.  I gasped and my cunt gushed as he squeezed my nipple, tugging gently on the piercings.  He kissed down my neck, urgently, and took each nipple in turn into his mouth, sucking and pulling on my swollen nubs. He started to kiss down towards my swollen pussy, but I pulled him back up, and looking him deeply in the eyes said

 

"Don't, just fuck me, hard,".  He flipped me over onto my stomach, and entered me roughly from behind.  As he started pounding away on my pussy, Halia moved towards me and started tenderly kissing my lips, each one long, and lingering.  I moaned in pleasure as she lightly kissed all over my face and cheeks, almost forgetting the pleasure coming from my cunt as Alcyone roughly fucked me.  I could feel her breath on my ear as Halia whispered to me

 

"Lift yourself up."  Gradually I raised myself off the floor, not moving so quickly so as to interrupt my husband's stroke.  Halia looked at my tits hungrily and crawled towards me, rolling on to her back just before she reached me, and shuffling herself under my body.  I let out an involuntary moan as she started sucking on my nipples.  It was at once both a familiar and strange sensation, both the same and very different as how it had been when Alcyone had sucked on them only minutes earlier.  It was like she knew exactly what to do to them in order to cause me maximum pleasure.  Soon she was moving alternately between then whilst I stared down at her perfectly toned tummy, and along to the rise of her mons, my mind overcome with the pleasure I was feeling. 

 

Halia moved alternately between my tits, each time sucking on them that little bit harder.  It was starting to hurt a little now, and my painslut wiring was starting to kick in, causing me to get closer and closer to orgasm with each thrust and suck.  Then, without warning, she bit down on my left nipple, causing a wave of pain to flood through it.  I came with a shuddering scream as Alcyone thrust another half a dozen times before emptying his load into my spasming cunt.

 

I was covered in sweat, and collapsed back down onto the cushions when Halia moved out from underneath me.  Alcyone withdrew from me and I just laid still on the pillows for a few moments, regaining my composure.  Halia had already moved next to my husband and sitting open-legged, cleaning his cock for him.  I dragged myself across the sheets, enjoying the softness running against my still engorged nipples and pussy lips.  I could see Halia's cunt area was slick with juices as she'd got turned on from our play, and I became intoxicated by her scent the closer I got.

 

Pulling myself up slightly, I admired the metalwork of the cap over her clit, the cross barring the way to her cunt.  I started to lap at her pussy lips, gently licking up and down each, cleaning off her juices.  Halia sighed gently into my husbands cock as I licked, clearly finding the experience at once comforting and arousing.  I felt incredibly contented, just lying there lapping at her sex, and could've stayed there for hours had a knock come at the door, which then opened a crack.

 

"Halia, your escorts have arrived," called a female voice from the other side of the door.  Halia removed my husband's cock from her mouth with a pop loud enough to be heard by the guard, replied

 

"Thank you, we'll be right out," Halia replied, as she and Alcyone knelt beside me, and gathered me up into their arms.  I had been in a dreamlike haze since my orgasm, just lying there, almost mindlessly licking Halia's labia.  I felt so warm and protected and loved as they held me, Alcyone's head on one side, and Halia's on the other.  We were all breathing deeply, inhaling each other's unique smells, and doubtless pheromones as we hugged.

 

"Come on," said Halia with a wink, "let's go see how the other half live"

 

We all got up together and headed out through the door.  It always felt cold outside the harem when we first stepped out into the marble atrium, it made my nipples stiffen again, but we all seemed to adjust quickly to the change in temperature.  As my goosebumps went away, I looked around at our entourage.  Agathon had summoned a pair of guards, and a domestic servant to escort us around the estate.  The guards, a male and a female, wore the ceremonial breastplates that I'd seen on the guards outside the harem before.  The male's genetalia was also similarly encased to that of the last guard, and the females cunt was covered by a steel belt.  Both were carrying the same pikestaffs as the harem guards, but also had a scabbard on their side which held a shortsword.

 

The domestic slave was completely naked, bar for a thick leather collar that surrounded his neck.  He stood a good head shorter than anyone else in the room, and as I looked him over, I noticed how small his cock and balls were compared to Master's, and those of the male Harem slaves.  His nipples and genitals were unpierced, instead small vice like nipple clamps had been attached at his chest, and a lightweight seemingly extra-small chastity cage encircled what passed for his cock.  In his hands, he held a small bunch of keys.

 

"First Halia, we have been ordered to escort you, First Ceyx and First Alcyone wherever you wish to go," said the male guard.

 

"Thank you," she said, smiling as she caught the guard looking at my husband's unrestrained penis, which was hanging at half-mast.

 

"Now now," said Halia looking at the guard admonishingly, "eyes forward".  The guard blushed visibily as Halia lead the way out of the room.  We were walking three abreast across the landing and on to the staircase.  The guards walked a respectful 3 steps behind us, with the domestic servant trailing behind them.  Once again I was struck by how natural something that would've previously boggled my mind felt.  I was at once a slave, owned, submissive, low - and superior to the Seconds and Third which were following behind us.  It was an odd, slightly intoxicating feeling, that I would've expected to cause me some cognitive dissonance, but it all fitted together in my mind so naturally that it was uncanny.

 

We descended the stairs and, and turned back on ourselves into a short hallway that lead to an ante-room, similar in size to the one before the harem.  We crossed the room quickly and stood before the giant archway on the other side.

 

"This leads into the great hall," she said, as one of the guards came forward and pushed open the door, holding it for us as we passed through.

 

 The hall certainly lived up to it's name.  High vaulted ceilings dominated the room, I estimated that it was more than 2 stories high.  The room itself was lavishly decorated with works of art on the walls, and heavy violet curtains bunched up next to the large windows.  The room was at around 100 meters long, and about half as wide, and could easily hold hundreds of people comfortably. 

 

"The Master has the hall set up in different ways depending on the occasion," started Halia as we wondered into the room, looking around at the art.  The guards and domestic remained at the doorway as we walked around the edge of the room.

 

"Sometimes there's seating in here for banquets, other times it's turned into the world's largest dungeon," she said with a light laugh, "the Master doesn't tend to use it unless he has large amounts of company, there are other, more intimate rooms available for day to day use, but I thought you'd want to see it".  We both nodded in agreement as we walked around the room, admiring each painting in turn.

 

Completing our lap, we passed back through the archway, waiting as the guards closed the door before falling in behind us.  Halia led the way out of the front of the house, where what I can only describe as a large golf cart was waiting for us.  The domestic slave got into the front seat, starting the engine, whilst the guards helped each of us into the vehicle, before the male jumped in the front with the driver, and the female climbed onto a ledge at the back.

 

Alcyone sat facing us, back to back with the guard slave through a partition, whilst Halia and I sat next to each other on the opposite side.  I could see from the expression on my husband's face that he was enjoying seeing us sitting together, his eyes roving hungrily over our bodies for a moment as his cock visibly grew from it's seemingly permanent half-erect state.

 

He was interrupted from his daydream by the cart starting to move forward.  We were each looking out of the window as the cart moved forward up the driveway and turned around the corner of the house.  It was a warm day, so we didn't mind the wind buffeting us slightly inside the cart as it rolled forward.  I felt Halia put her hand on my leg as we rolled onwards, and I placed my hand on top of hers in response.  It felt warm, and soft on my skin, I liked it.  Halia pointed out of the window with her other hand and said

 

"Here you can see some of the domestic slaves tending the fields, some of the field provide food, others grow some of the ingredients needed for the Gift,"

 

Across the field, naked slaves toiling in the gentle heat of the morning sun, I could see a number of green houses which must've been used for the same thing.  We turned onto a narrower, less well build road and continued to drive.  There were fields on either side of the road, backing on to the parkland which abutted the house itself.  As we continued, we passed a low, grey building, which Halia described as our Master's workshop. 

 

"That's where he has all his toy's made up," she said, "he has a team of incredibly bright and skillful Thirds working in there, they get better conditions as payment for their services."  I nodded,

 

"I guess they deserve it," I said, "that pussy zapper that Master used on me to punish me for getting wet was pretty ingenious."  Halia laughed and squeezed my leg in response as we drove on.  Soon we were approaching a large, two story building right on the edge of the estate. 

 

"We'll stop here," shouted Halia to the driver in front over the wind noise.  The cart swung around and stopped outside the main doors of the building.  A sign hung over the door, reading "Third Caste Barracks".  The female guard jumped down from the back ledge, and helped Halia and I down off the cart, Alcyone declining her hand to jump easily to the ground.

 

"Wait here," she told the domestic, who nodded silently in confirmation.  Halis strode purposefully towards the doorway, the male guard barely managing to open it for her before she arrived.  Inside were a couple of other guards who immediately jumped to their feet as we entered. 

 

"First Halia!" said the first guard, smiling, a statuesque blonde female who must have stood at least 6 feet tall, "Guard Commander Ione is currently in the punishment blocks seeing to a troublesome group of Thirds".  Halia smiled and said,

 

"Thank you, this is Ceyx, and Alcyone, two new First's in Master's harem,".  The guards curtsied and bowed as appropriate to their gender, and the blonde spoke again

 

"Would you like us to escort you to the punishment block?" she asked

 

"That would be wonderful," beamed Halia, "can you take us via the Third's quarters, I want these two to see them."

 

"Of course, first," responded the guard.  She led the way as the remaining guards resumed their positions in the entrance way.  We walked a few paces behind her, and Halia whispered to us both,

 

"They expect I'm here to see Ione since I took her as an occasional lover.  If you see any of the Second or even Third that particularly take your fancy, Master allows us to order them our chambers when we're free of chastity should we so wish".  I couldn't imagine getting bored of the variety present in the Harem, but I supposed that given enough time, anything was possible.

 

We were lead down a dank, grey corridor, which periodically had large double doors coming off it.  The guard stopped and opened one of them, holding it for us as we went through.  The room inside contained bunk beds, not even a meter wide each.  They were crammed in, so that there were about 30 in this small-ish room.  The beds were immaculately made, I reached down and rubbed my hand over the blanket, feeling its roughness.

 

"This is where the Third live," said Halia, "and I suppose in the end how half the world will end up living.  They don't have any personal possessions to speak of, most of them work happily for the master once they realise this is what they were destined for.  Of course, there's usually something of a breaking in period, which is, I guess, what we're off to see next...".  She nodded at the guard who led the way back out of the room, and further down the corridor.  As we proceeded, I heard a swish, followed by the crack of a whip and the scream of a slave.  I heard this several more times, followed by some muffled speech, until we passed through the large double doors at the end of the corridor.

 

There was a large warehouse at the end of the hallway.  Looking around, I could see it was essentially a large shed, floored with sand, and walled with corrugated iron.  Dotted around the edge of the room were a series of cages, in assorted sizes.  The large ones were empty, but some of the small ones held occupants.  We crossed the room towards the figure standing on the farm side, brandishing a bull whip.  There was a mighty crack as she once again landed the whip savagely across a slave's back. 

 

"Guard Commander," started the blonde guard, "Firsts Halia, Ceyx, and Alcyone"

 

The guard commander turned and looked at us, wiping beads of sweat from her forehead as she turned.  At once I could see why Halia had fucked her, standing before me was what can best be described as an amazon goddess.  Clearly of latin descent, her dark skin glowed with the exertion of the whipping.  She was over 6 feet tall, and powerfully build.  Her breasts and hips were in perfect proportion, accentuated through the thick leather and metal corset and skirt that she wore.  Her breastplate and pussy guard were shaped to show exactly what was underneath, right down to the pierced nipples and clit.

 

"Ione," said Halia, walking forward to embrace her.  Ione dropped the whip on the floor as she took the diminutive woman into her arms and kissed her passionately.  Releasing her, she said

 

"Firsts, you honour me with your presence,"

 

Alcyone and I inclined our heads slightly as an acknowledgement of her thanks.  I looked over at the slave attached to the whipping post, moving slightly to get a better view around Ione.

 

"Come and inspect the slut for yourself if you'd like," said Ione. I smiled and walked across the sand towards the slave.  She'd been attached to the whipping post through a pair of manacles and a heavy steel chain.  Her feet were similarly bound to the ground, a spreader bar keeping her legs parted. 

 

"This slut was caught anally pleasuring herself in the night," said Ione, "the standard punishment is 10 lashes of the whip".  I reached the slave, and saw 5 angry red welts across her back.  The slave was whimpering quietly, her head encased in a leather hood that only left room for her un-gagged mouth.  Somewhat entranced, I ran my finger along one of the welts, which causes the slave to squeal in pain.  Curious, I reach down between her legs and rubbed her cunt.

 

"Bone dry," I said, "who'd have thought?"

 

"There's a reason that you lot are kept up in that house," said Ione, winking at me, "for most people this would be a punishment!".  I laughed as a I walked back over the Halia and Alcyone. 

 

"Feel free to take a look in the cages," said Ione, "you'll find some of them are being kept rather occupied".  With that, she arched her powerful arm back, and laid another lash across the back of the slave, splitting her skin and causing specks of blood and sweat to fall on the sand.

 

"Ssssiiixxx, ttthhhannkkkyou G-g-g-guard Com-com-commanderr," wailed the slave, through ragged breaths.  Halia stayed to watch her sometimes-lover finish administering the whipping to the unwilling slave, whilst Alcyone and I headed across to an area of the room where there were 4 cages in a row, almost touching each other.  The cages were connected by clear plastic tubing, I bent down to look inside.

 

The first contained a woman in her mid 40s, slightly overweight.  Entering the front of the cage was a plastic tube, which connected up to what looked like a dildo.  Her head was harnessed to the front of the cage, so the dildo rested naturally in her mouth.  She was naked, her tummy and unpierced tits hung down as she knelt on all fours.  Looking further down the cage, I could see there was a tube coming out of her cunt.  Looking closer, I could see that it was lodged in her urethra, the tube then leaving the cage and passing to the next one.  I was beginning to understand what was going on as I moved to the next cage, where the tube entered a dildo just like the first cage, the male slave harness to it, with a similar tube coming out of his urethra.  The urine from the first slave would pass through each slave in turn, before returning to the first one again.  Ione landed the final whip of the beating, before ordered a nearby guard to take the slave down and prepare the next.   As the docile slave was being attached to the whipping post, she approached us

 

"These slaves are in toilet training as I assume you've gathered," she started, "the Master recruited them especially from outside, they said they were into watersports.  Even they find it a little strong the 5th time around though," she said with an evil laugh. "If you need to relieve yourselves, there's a funnel on the end there that will feed into that fat cow's dildo,".  I thought for a second and decided that I did need to go, and walked over to the end of the cage.

 

The mask on the slave in the first cage made it so that she could only see straight ahead, and I saw her eyes widen as Alcyone and I came into view.  I took the funnel down from its stand, and handed it to Alcyone.  He held it in place as I squatted slightly and let loose a stream of pungent pee, I could see its bright yellow colour as it raced down the tube and into the slave's mouth.  She moaned slightly as she gulped down my yellow nectar, clearly enjoying the taste, and no doubt the humiliation of being forced to drink a stranger's piss.  As I finished, Alcyone moved the funnel next to his cock and unleashed a similar stream of piss into the tube.  The slave could barely keep up with the rate of pee, and as he finished the slave let out a plaintive moan as she released a similar torrent of piss from her bladder into the attached tube.  Quickly, we stepped around to see it shoot down the tube, a darkest yellow, almost brown colour.  The pee hit the dildo on the other side and the male in the cage started to gulp it down.  Almost immediately he too started to pee, setting off a chain reaction that saw the fat slut in the front cage receive yet another hot stream of piss only minutes after drinking her last.

 

We turned, leaving them to their cycle of torment and returning to Halia and Ione's side.

 

"Seen enough?" she asked

 

"I guess so," I said, "I could do with hitting the pool after being around all this mess,"

 

"I know the feeling," said Halia. She kissed Ione lightly on the cheek, standing up on her tip-toes to do it.  The guards escorted us back to the cart, where the domestic was waiting obediently.  We took a shorter route back to the house, and within minutes we were walking back through the antechamber and into the warm air of the harem.