The Pain Slut Pt. 11

The Pain Slut Part 11

Chapter 31

Blind obedience

"Master, we have a problem with Emily; she turned down a client."

Rita and I were lying on the bed, cuddled up together. Naked and sweaty from our lovemaking. There was a smell of sex in the air. I gently stroked her cheek; she looked at me with unfathomable eyes.

"Let me guess," I said, "the professor, her ex-husband, Robert?

The father of her three daughters, who was abusing all three of them?

I'm not surprised she has a problem with him."

"Master, she is a slave, a toy of lust. She chose this path herself. Nothing is worse than a pigheaded slave."

You mean, then you might as well be married to her, right?" I laughed.

"You don't take anything seriously, Sir," Rita pouted and playfully pinched my left nipple. That always worked, my cock got hard again.

"But at least your cock is showing me respect again."

"Do you mean we'll pick up where we left off? Rita, we've done the whole Kama Sutra for today."

"Come on, Sir, I'm a nympho, you must have some imagination, surely? Please use my tight back door this time, and we'll experience every position, new and exciting."

"You want it up your ass, you little slut? Come on and beg me!"

"Please Daddy, I want it in my dirty hole, please fuck my tight ass, oh please Daddy." Her little girl's voice, feigning naivety, drove me on.

While I was stuck in her tight hole and felt the soft skin of her shapely buttocks against my thighs, she turned her head to look into my eyes. Sighing and moaning and pressing her body against me.

Rita was without doubt the best little whore, a concentrated load of beauty, love and hot sex. The song text from Cro's Dream 'You are beautiful and dangerously clever' always comes to my mind.

I loved her as much as my ex-wife, Ines, but in a different way.

I had trained Ines to be slavishly obedient, even given her a new name: Three - the three hole slut. I had modified her mind and body. Fake tits, rings in her labia, tongue and nipple piercing, a branding in her ass crack.

Three's body was the perfect sex toy. All holes now perfectly usable, anal and oral balls deep. She was trained to orgasm through pain, but only when she was given permission.

Ines, alias Three, was the perfect submissive.

The final humiliation had been her coming out. The former child prodigy and university professor was now a dumb whore in a slave brothel. There she was regularly on stage with her mother and her two younger sisters, where they had to lick each other's pussies and assholes.

The enslavement of her mother, Emily, former CEO and high-flyer, was the icing on the cake. Emily even had my initials burned into her labia. In a show for her former colleagues and other members of high society, she got branded with the letters M and W for Master Double-u, left and right.

The hot iron tormented her soft flesh for six endless seconds, the time to think 'One, thank you Sir, two, thank you Sir, three, thank you Sir.' During the entire painful procedure, in which she even lost consciousness, my cock was stuck in her asshole, and I came again and again when I felt her twitching, heard her screaming and kissed her tears away. Yes, Emily had endured the worst pain of all my pain cunts so far.

"You're thinking about your slave family again, aren't you, Master? You have that cruel look on your face. Are you burning Emily's cunt again in your mind?"

Damn, Rita knew me inside out. "You're sparing your pussy from me dear Rita. No piercing in your clit, no branding of the labia, no wonder a man would have an affair."

"You mean a cruel bastard like you, Master," Rita whispered, digging her nails into my skin. "You can fuck me, but you will never burn me, Sir"

"Sorry to hear this, honey, a witch like you would burn like tinder, how can you deprive me of this show?"

"Never mind, Sir, because you're not only cheating on your soulmate with a 50-year-old mother but you're also fucking her three daughters. What a family man!" She sang the next words to me in her smoky voice, to the tune of a well-known song from the movie 'The Deer Hunter':

"But I am at your beck and call,

even though you have no conscience at all.

Cause your cock feels so good to me,

Aaahh, I will never let it go free

It will stay inside forever in me."

"You're right, Rita, about my cock and me. I'm a terrible man, but I'm not completely without conscience. The use of the brainwashing chip still weighs heavily on me. "We saved Three and Martina from their father, but we also unintentionally enslaved all four women."

This conversation turned us both on indescribably, my thrusts became more and more intense, and she came towards me with her arse.

"Nonsense," Rita snapped, "Three was already your slave, and you could have wrapped the others around your little finger with your charm.

"Ahhhhhh, your thick cock feels so good, give it to me harder."

But she wanted to make her point and continued the conversation. "And later, they all voluntarily chose to get the chip to control their orgasm. Besides, they're happy with it, living their lives on their knees and serving, being used. Being abused, being mistreated. Ahhhhhh, I'm so close..."

She writhed and wiggled her little ass around. I could feel her tight asshole so well, we had already tried most positions and were both sweating from the effort.

She exuded a musky pussy smell. Now she was sitting on me and leaned forward to kiss me, her tongue playing in my mouth, her fingers playing with my nipples. The little slut wanted it. I hammered into this hot woman's body, she was mine.

Everything turned purple, then black. I screamed, she screamed, we exploded. I came in her ass, a huge load, she squirted on my stomach.

"Shoot it all inside me," she moaned, "I love you, Master."

When we had caught our breath, we resumed our conversation. "How did you react to Emily's refusal?" I asked her.

"I gave her a few hard blows with the cane, just to show her ex-husband that we mean business.

Then I locked her in the hole and urged her to reconsider her attitude. I reminded her that the ultimate punishment for disobedience would be expulsion and that she would have to leave the Manor. She's been in the hole for more than five hours now."

"You are a cruel bitch, Rita. The hole is narrow, cold and dark, poor Emily."

"Yes, I know, " she said with a satisfied expression, "and separated from her girls, the ultimate punishment for her."

"It's ironic that she punished her ex-husband so harshly and banished him from the girls' lives when she found out about the abuse. Now she's in an incestuous relationship with them herself."

"Yes, but now they're definitely of age, which they probably weren't with the professor."

"No one knows Rita; the girls always claimed they were 18 when he started 'making love' to them."

Rita rolled her eyes; all she said was: "Bullshit".

"You are probably right; I think they're protecting him. What did he want now from Emily anyway? She's much too old for him, isn't she? She said he didn't touch her after the two younger girls were born."

"Well, she would only have been used as a clean-up whore for his daughters and him. Licking his semen and urine out of their holes and stuff... a matter of power, not sex, you know."

"These are normal practices for a slave-whore, so I don't understand her; she usually likes to lick her girls so much. Come on, let's free her and question her."

"I'll take the cattle prod, " said Rita, and the cane."

In the dungeon, with a screeching noise, the steel door swung open. "Get out, whore," ordered Rita. Emily blinked and crawled out of her crouched position through the narrow opening.

Blue and trembling with cold, stiff and tearful, she presented a magnificent picture of misery. Messy hair and ruined makeup, stinking of her piss. She threw herself at our feet, her teeth chattering from the cold and pain, and tried to stammer apologies.

"I am deeply disappointed in you, Emily. You are embarrassing me in front of my ex-father-in-law. You, the last and least of all my whores? Why should we not kick you out?"

"Please, Sir," she cried, tears streaming down her face. She sighed heavily. "I am so sorry. I understand now. I swear I will obey... anything... but please don't cast me out, dear Sir. I'm so sorry..."

"Your Masters and Mistresses are gods to you, Emily, you are nothing but tits and three holes, you only live for our entertainment and satisfaction, do you understand that stupid whore? This was Rita. "You should be punished with red-hot pokers in your slutty holes."

More tears and sobbing, she knelt in a slave position with her arse pushed up. She didn't dare look at us.

"Anything, Mistress Rita, Master Double-u, I will endure any punishment, but please don't reject me, please..."

I liked her submission, and so did my cock. My initials on her labia were no longer glowing an angry red but had darkened. Also, the labia themselves seemed darker than before. I would be sorry to lose this beautiful and submissive sex toy.

Rita had an idea: "Why don't we let your ex-husband decide? If he forgives you, everything will be fine again, and you'll get a second chance." Emily looked horrified and hopeless.

"Ask him properly, Emily. Overcome your pride and negative attitude towards him, forgive him and submit to him unconditionally. Maybe he will forgive you"

Rita had gone looking for the professor. He was still in the house, sitting in the smoking room with a glass of cognac and a cigar. When he came in with Rita, he was in a great mood. "So, the whore wants to apologise, let's see."

"First, I have to apologise for Emily's behaviour, Robert," I said,

" and to guarantee she'll be in the right mood to beg, she'll get her cunt caned. Emily, get on your back, spread your legs and pull your labia apart." She obeyed immediately, now she held eye contact, her green eyes shimmering, her cheeks still streaked with tears.

Rita handed me the cane, and I grabbed it and swung it through the air a few times. Emily flinched involuntarily and looked frightened but kept her cunt spread. Then I opened my fly and my cock sprang out. She should see that she had to endure beatings for my lust.

The professor did the same, and his erection was every bit as impressive as mine. The old son of a bitch had a real horse cock that reacted to women's tears. Then I struck, and Emily screamed and cried. She was shaking all over. "What do you have to say to me, Emily?" He leaned over his ex.

"I... I beg your forgiveness, dear Master Robert. I'm sorry I rejected you and mistreated you. I didn't know better and thought I had to protect the girls from you..."

"You ruined everything, you stupid bitch, my girls loved me, they wanted me. They suffered just as much from the breakup as I did."

I had to think of his mastery of the art of mind control, how he had manipulated the girls and punished them on their bare bottoms for his pleasure. And much more. He was no angel, that was for sure.

Emily, with a pleading, tear-choked voice, said, "I know Master Robert, and I would love to undo it, but I can't. Now I know better, and I am so incredibly sorry."

"You felt morally superior and condemned me for my love for my daughters. Now you're doing it in public with my girls." He turned to me in anger. "Please give that stupid bitch another blow."

I handed him the cane without saying a word. Emily looked at him imploringly and whispered, "This is the punishment for my stupid pride, thank you, Master." Then she cried out; he had struck her. It would

leave a scar. It would hurt for weeks. She cried and begged for forgiveness repeatedly.

"She's your slave, ex-son-in-law, fuck her please. For me, she's much too old. Men like me need younger girls. But I want her to get a painful fuck now."

Meanwhile, Emily's younger daughters Lucia and Martina had been led in by Rita. A customer still occupied the lovely Three.

Rita led them to the professor on dog collars, and he waved his hard cock at them. "Come here, I need fresh meat, the old whore stinks."

Emily was allowed to pleasure my cock with her mouth before I fucked her sore cunt. That way, she could provide lubrication. I was proud of how well I took care of my slaves.

The two of them beamed at their father and me and stared eagerly at our erections. Both stunningly beautiful, skinny blonde Martina, a seductive child-woman, and black-haired beauty Lucia, Emily's younger doppelganger. They paid no attention to Emily's crying and ignored their visibly suffering mother. Being beaten and suffering was the most normal thing in the world for them. In the meantime, Emily was devotedly sucking my cock.

"Oh Daddy, please give me your wonderful cock," Martina slid towards her father on her knees.

"Come here, little whore, and you, Lucia, pull my arse cheeks apart and service me from behind. He wrinkled his nose exaggeratedly. "And by the way, you smell like bitches in heat, my little piggies."

The professor moaned with pleasure as the nimble tongues went to work.

Emily, Three, Lucia and Martina had been in the cell together for five days, and the no-orgasm spell was in full effect. This was thanks to the mind control chips implanted in their ears.

Perfidiously, we put libido-enhancing hormones in their food to make the orgasm ban unbearable for them. They couldn't have an orgasm, even if they tried all day long.

This time, the preparation for the next stage performance was to last fourteen days. An annoying long time for these horny sluts. However, our customers could use them anytime.

To ensure they remained in peak physical condition, the women were subjected to four hours of rigorous obedience training every day, which left them utterly exhausted.

All to break their pride and impress upon them their status as slaves. Naked, stinking, tired whores, horny but unfulfilled, lying on straw in the cell, available at any time for the most perverted desires of the customers. Their fate was annoying and at the same time insanely exciting for them.

Their incestuous yearning burned within them, a side effect of the brain chip, and they writhed and licked each other's dirty crevices without ever finding relief.

The professor had told us he had been a customer at one of the Daddy Houses, but then he noticed us. He had recognised his ex-wife and his three daughters on the TV broadcast. Therefore, he was sitting in the audience at the last show.

He was thrilled by the rituals and performances in Rita's Mansion and had stepped in for the arrested Saif at our last stage show.

As a doctor and psychologist, he was able to perform procedures such as branding and cutting the tongue tie with the necessary care. The audience loved his performance as Dr. Mabuse, the daughter fucker.

All other attractions, such as Lisa, the blonde dominatrix, Rita's deputy, who was responsible for piercings, were overshadowed.

We had to disappoint the audience anyway: Cutting off the little toes, a performance called the pig's toes, was unfortunately forbidden and couldn't go on stage.

The few female slaves already being treated before the ban now wore the little golden pig instead of their natural toes with extra pride.

I knew that the Daddy House association tried to take a case to the highest court, arguing that the amputation was medically necessary for psychological reasons analogous to the arguments at the sex changes.

While I was lost in all these thoughts, Emily sucked my cock, and Rita had handed Robert and me cigars and given us fire. Then she stripped naked and knelt behind me to provide me with the same attention Robert was receiving from Lucia.

That was life! Women on their knees, serving. Nimble tongues, submissive eyes, soft voices only saying Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.

Rita's warm wet tongue in my butt crack felt so good, Emily was also trying hard, she had my cock in her throat and tears in her eyes. Arms crossed behind her back, kneeling upright and submissively. Apart from the gagging noises, you would have thought she was enjoying it; she was so into it. Anything was better than a cock in her sore cunt, she probably thought.

But that was still to come, she wasn't going to be spared. I was looking forward to inflicting pain on her during this intimate act and enjoying the greatest pleasure myself. Despite the agony, she would get horny, ready to orgasm, already trembling with anticipation, but then be pulled back by the chip at the last second, just before reaching the peak. On the other hand, I would enjoy her signs of frustration and the expression on her face that would show her feeling of failure.

"Now lie on your back, Emily, and beg me to fuck you. But do it like it matters to you. Like it's the most important thing in your whole slutty life.

She spread her legs, stretched her arms out towards me and begged, "Oh please, Sir, fuck this unworthy slave, fuck my greedy cunt, please, I need your cock so badly." I positioned myself and slowly penetrated her deeply. She screamed in pain, bleeding as my cock scraped hard against her scar.

She pressed her magnificent breasts against me, tears running down her face, and I felt her heat deep inside her. She kissed my face and moaned and stammered with thanks. "You hurt me so good with your big fat cock, Sir. Please fuck your filthy whore hard."

From behind, it was Rita's tongue again, tenderly licking my arse and driving me wild.

The professor now had his cock in Martina's tight arsehole and was pumping wildly into her, panting and sweating. She screamed as if she were being impaled,

"Yes, Daddy, give it to me, fuck me, harder, harder." Lucia hugged her father and stuck her tongue in his mouth. She played with his nipples. The trio became wilder and louder, and Robert finally came inside his youngest daughter.

Lucia rubbed Martina's slit, bringing her very close to the edge. She screamed, "I can feel you so good, so deep, oh Daddy, thank you for your hot juice, oh shit, shit it doesn't work. I can't cum, oh no..." Robert pulled out and ordered Martina to squeeze her ass to keep his semen inside.

"This is for your slutty mother, she should swallow every drop of it."

Martina obeyed and climbed onto Emily's face, positioning her cute ass directly over her mother's mouth. "Emily! Keep your mouth wide open," I ordered her, "Martina! Spread your ass cheeks, let go, feed her with jizz."

I saw the horny scene in close-up; the semen ran from Martina's arse directly into Emily's mouth. She squeezed the last drops out of herself. "Does Daddy taste good, ha, are you enjoying it, mummy whore?"

Lucia shouted jubilantly. "You'll get something from me too; Daddy is pissing in my cunt right now. Ahhhhhh, that's hot, so hot and humiliating."

The girls now switched places on Emily's face, and I ordered her again to keep her mouth open. The professor laughed. "I've always wanted to do this to you, you arrogant whore. Smell and taste my urine mixed with your daughter's cunt juices. You're such a depraved bitch, Emily."

Lucia let the piss run out of her slit and into Emily's mouth. I rammed my cock harder into her sore pussy, she yelped and swallowed a gush of piss. "Lick me clean, Mummy," Lucia ordered, rotating her slit relish fully on Emily's face.

Moaning and sobbing, Emily obediently complied. She was in severe pain in her cunt and endured every humiliation so willingly that it turned me on indescribably. Rita noticed my arousal and stroked my shoulder tenderly,

"Sir, please come in my mouth, that would be the best reward for me, oh, please, please."

"Okay, and then Emily will be released?" I asked.

"No Sir, the professor should continue fucking her painfully." Rita grabbed his cock and pulled him closer. I let go of Emily and made room for the old bastard.

I jokingly pointed out to him that he should watch Martina, knowing that Emily was too old for him. He did that the whole time he was thrusting into Emily.

"Oh Robert, thank you, I've been longing for you to fuck me again. It hurts so much, but it feels so good."

Rita knelt in front of me with my cock deep in her throat, her gaze locked on mine. "Oh, you are a hot little slut"' I praised her. "I'm about to come, you're going to get a huge load to swallow." I thrust into her mouth, my balls swinging back and forth and slapping her chin.

Now she had raised her arms and grabbed my nipples, the pleasure shooting from my cock to my nipples and up to my brain, oh how fucking sweet, the feeling made me tremble and scream out my lust. No holding back, I discharged directly into Rita's throat, so much, for so long that I almost fell over.

Next to me, I heard Robert roar, he thrust into Emily like crazy, she gave him every scream back, what a horny duet the two divorcees made. It sounded like reconciliation.

There was a knock at the door, I called "come in," and Lisa led Three in on a leash. My ex-wife's arms were tied behind her back and attached to her collar, she was completely naked, sweaty and dirty. Semen was still stuck to her face; the customer had ejaculated on her face.

Her fake breasts stood out provocatively, her nipples pierced with golden bars. Her intimate jewellery, the golden rings, accentuated her wet, glistening slit. Three looked submissively at the floor and waited for my orders. Her angelic face contrasted with her fuck toy body.

"You're just in time, Three, you can start cleaning your father's cock and your mother's cunt immediately."

"At once, Master Double-u," she whispered and curtsied gracefully. Her parents lay sweaty and still smiling happily in the afterglow.

"May I, dearest Daddy?" Three approached moving on her knees, then opened her beautiful mouth, and her skilled tongue began its work on her father's now only half-stiff member.

"Emily, you gave me these girls as my greatest gift. I'm glad you now agree that I can use them as any father has a right to do."

"Oh, Robert, darling, of course. I'm sorry I was so stupid. Thank you for teaching them so much."

"Everything is sorted out now, Emily, and you can stay as my whore and slave," I decided. "Don't ever disappoint me again." She knelt gratefully before me and covered my feet with hot kisses. Thank you, thank you, Sir, oh thank you."

Then she stuck her head between my legs, wrapped her arms around them and wiggled her raised bottom as a sign of her total submission.

I leaned forward, helped her back onto her knees, patted her cheek and praised her, saying, "Good slut." Tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks. Conditioned like a dog, I thought.

Chapter 32

Pony Girls

Rita and I took Martina and Lucia back to their cell. On the way, Martina begged me to let her friend Natalie visit her. "Okay, I said, but if you have a client, she must leave. She's only here unofficially and isn't a whore of the mansion. But I'm proud of what you've raised in the former stables, Martina, keep it up."

She blushed with joy and thanked me profusely. "Natalie is standing in for me while I'm away, Sir. It's hard for me not to be there."

We had arrived at the cell. "Martina, I appreciate your sacrifice." I held my hand to her like a bishop; she kissed it, kneeling submissively.

Rita and I left the cell, both girls were visibly disappointed that I didn't use them. I was still thinking about the volunteers, knowing that they trained as hard as the official trainees at the mansion. Obedience training, slave gymnastics, training of the fuck holes for best use. They were all so eager to be trained as fuck toys.

Unfortunately, we did not have enough space and training capacity for these wonderful young girls. Girls from poorer backgrounds had almost no opportunities due to the high prices.

Abroad, there was the option of selling oneself into lifelong sex slavery to receive training. But beware, most of these were brothels that did not keep their end of the bargain. The poorest were at risk of being overworked in twelve-hour shifts or worse.

However, the capacity in the Daddy Houses and establishments such as Rita's Mansion was exhausted due to the huge influx of young submissive women. It was a mystery how, after decades of emancipation and equality, this backlash could occur in the mindset of the female part of the population.

Only very few women could see the disadvantages in this new submissiveness. Rita was one of them. She had submitted to me of her own free will, but deep down, she was a rebel.

Her submissiveness only applied to kinky sexual acts; otherwise, she was a strong, independent, self-confident woman. Another example of a strong female was Lisa; Female trainers like Lisa were hard to find, and we knew what we had in her. Rita recognised Lisa's potential right away and made her deputy.

I gave Rita free rein in all business decisions, even though I owned 100% of the company. I was fine with everyone thinking that Rita was in charge. Buying the Manson and renovating it for Rita was the best decision of my life. I had finally found a task, and everything made sense.

After we had left the dungeon, we inspected the training in the various halls. Slim naked female bodies glistening with sweat, crawling and jumping, driven by loud commands and the crack of whips from the trainers - everything was running smoothly.

Naked girls who only wear shock collars, and muscular men in black leather trousers. The trainers paid relentless attention to correct execution, and many asses received attractive welts.

Speaking of welts, maintenance spankings were underway in the spanking room. A group of naked girls knelt on wooden blocks and waited for their turn. Three naked girls were whipped at the same time. They were strapped into frames with their arms and legs spread apart. One trainer whipped the front, and the other whipped the backside.

Systematically, without anger, without mercy, the girls' whimpering, crying, and screaming didn't matter. No part of the body was spared except the face. Various instruments were used in succession, including belts, whips and canes.

Those who had survived were already kneeling with their bodies covered in welts, still sobbing and facing the wall. Huge rubber dildos were stuck in their throats. Why not use the time to practise?

Facing the wall or a corner is called corner time, time to let it all sink in. Kneel upright with your hands clasped behind your head and good posture. Despite all the humiliation and pain, they endured, the sluts can take satisfaction in having survived the ordeal. They can be proud of providing a beautiful sight and arousing others with their suffering body.

One of the kneeling, sobbing girls, who was called Irina, had crocodile clips attached to both nipples. She must have angered a trainer somehow. Some bitches are just slow learners.

Maintenance spanking was important for female slaves; it showed them that they were being cared for. It was also important for their hormone levels. Crying reduces stress. It allows stressful feelings to be released. It helps them to stay in line, to remain humble and grateful.

A maintenance spanking should be administered at least every ten days. Sometimes the deadlines were so tight that the trainers had to work overtime. But we were happy to pay for that.

On the long carpet in the banquet hall, several naked female slaves strutted around in Cinderella shoes. The high heels were far too tight and painful. Their arms were crossed behind their backs, and they balanced books on their heads. This is how they were taught to stand and walk with good posture and an upright chest. Whoever dropped a book was in trouble; the trainers worked with cattle prods and dog whips.

We were welcomed at the reception desk by staff members Lola and Minnie.

With their short black skirts, low-cut white blouses, high heels, and black leather collars, they looked sexy as hell.

A girl named Lizzy served as the 'doormat' today. Only in a figurative sense, she was tied naked in a spread-eagled position next to the reception desk.

Visitors were encouraged by the receptionists to grope the 'doormat.' They could also whip her or torture her in other ways if they felt like it. A wide selection of punishment instruments was available. Some female visitors were skilled at making the 'doormats' cry using only their long fingernails. Labia and nipples were particularly suitable for scratching and pulling.

Master Jason and his wife, Jasmin, were busy with Lizzy. Jasmin was Jason's cuckqueen, which meant she was his sex slave and got her pleasure from watching him fuck other women.

Jasmin, who was no lesbian, had been instructed to lick Lizzy's slit. Jason worked Lizzy's ass with a riding crop, and she squealed, though it wasn't clear what treatment was causing it. We waved to Jason as we passed by. He was sure to have fun today; he already had several girls booked.

On a large monitor right at the entrance, our advertising videos alternated with live footage from the dungeon cams featuring the incest sluts Emily and her daughters, or live broadcasts from the training rooms.

We moved on and in another room the cock worship training was in full swing. A group of twenty young women on all fours enthusiastically serviced the rubber cocks mounted on the wall. They alternated between ten minutes of throat training and ten minutes of anal sex training.

The black cocks were marked with white numbers from one to ten, and only when the ten had disappeared into their mouths or asses did the sluts touch the button on the wall with the tip of their nose or with their ass cheeks. The button confirmed correct execution with a buzzing sound.

If the button was not pressed, the girl received an electric shock through a metallic dildo in her vagina. The more mistakes the slut made, the stronger and more painful the electric shocks became. That's why these dildos were referred to as smoke detectors among them. However, they were only smoking out of their pussies in their imagination. But fear was a perfect additional motivation.

After ten minutes, the sluts took turns moving on to the next cock. The smell and taste of the previous trainee remained on the dildo. It was good practice in submission for these girls, and they learned how important it was to keep their anuses clean. Rita always joked about the clean deal, an enema instead of a meal.

One of the special training labs was in operation. The cum slut trainer. It was important to most Dominants that the whores treated their essence with respect and gratitude. That's why they should humbly ask to be sprayed all over. To have the semen sprayed on their faces or in their mouths with signs of delight.

To swallow with mhm or yummy noises. To show gratitude and all that. However, bull semen was used for training here. Normally, it was only bought by agricultural breeding farms, but Rita's Mansion was also a major buyer. During one training session, a slut had to swallow at least four gallons of it.

When the cum squirted out of the nozzle into a mouth or a face, a loudspeaker sounded a roar, like that of a bull. That had been my idea. Rita had laughed at it at first, but now she found it sexy. The first time a girl heard this roar, you could revel in her frightened face. Later, of course, the whores were used to it, but they were prepared in case a master should bellow like a bull when he ejaculated.

There were also attachments for the nozzles that could simulate deep-throat ejaculations. It's a different feeling for the whore when a cock ejects deep in her throat than in her mouth. Our whores were prepared for everything.

The trainers encouraged the girls to play with the bull semen in their mouths, to smell it and taste it, and to express their enjoyment. Of course, no one was interested in whether the whores enjoyed it or not, but at least they had to pretend and some of them became downright addicted to it.

Bull semen didn't smell or taste much different from human semen, slightly bitter and slightly salty. We also bought certain quantities of stinking semen from male goats, but this was only used for punishment purposes.

No more than five girls were trained here at a time. Usually, four would kneel with dried bull semen on their faces while the fifth worked on the nozzles. Despite the sticky stuff on their faces, the four tried hard to look euphoric. Any frown or grimace would be severely punished. Rita whispered, "Look at their blank faces, like sex dolls," and we left the smelly room.

Golden shower sessions took place in another room. The girls were not allowed to empty their bladders from the evening before, and now practised controlled release of a few drops on command, then holding it again. Of course, they pissed in each other's mouths while doing so.

The stop and go commands came alternately until all bladders were emptied and every drop had been swallowed. The reverent expression on their faces as they received the yellow liquid was also important here. This also gave the master or mistress pleasure.

Master William supervised the execution and drank several bottles of water in between.

Afterwards, he would practise deep throating and pissing in the throats of the sluts.

Finally, the whole group went to the urinals in the men's toilets. The cleaning service never used any cleaning products there, so there was plenty of opportunity to practise with their tongues and lips and get used to the smell and taste of piss.

Finally, we strolled into the mansion's park and enjoyed a short break on a bench in the shade of a tree. I was glad everything went smoothly, and our students received the best possible training.

But I could tell Rita had a question. I kissed her tenderly and asked her if something was on her mind. She sighed and said,

"Master, have you ever thought about the resemblance between the professor and you? He looks like a well-aged version of you; even his cock is as big as..."

I laughed out loud.

"Don't laugh, I'm serious. You told me you don't know your father."

"Sorry that I interrupted you, honey, yes, that's true", I said, "the birth certificate says father is unknown. It was a family scandal; my mother got pregnant as a teenager and had no husband. Fortunately, my grandparents were not only rich but also very tolerant. Well, at least my grandma...

But the professor of all people... let me do the math, he would have been twenty. That would work out, and his preference for younger women would also fit. It's a shame that my mother and grandparents are already dead; I can't ask them anymore. They always said they didn't know my father; it was a one-night stand with a stranger."

"Did they say a one-night stand in connection with a teenager?" Rita wondered.

Never, that's my interpretation; they only mentioned a fatal mistake. I remember my mother as a party girl, and I spent most of my time with my grandmother. I had just come of age when the terrible car accident happened. I should have been in the car too, but I got sick and stayed home."

"I'm so sorry," sighed Rita.

"Thank you, my dear, but that was a lifetime ago. I never felt loved by my mother and grandfather. The only person I miss is my grandmother; she was a wonderful woman.

Now I have a new family, with you and our slave girls." She looked at me lovingly, hugged me and kissed me deeply.

But she wasn't finished with the topic yet.

"And what if you ask the professor about it?"

"Ask him, I don't know? Do you even trust him, Rita? You're just as sceptical about him as I am. Aren't you?"

"Oh yeah, he tried to brainwash Three, and we had to rescue her. Martina was also completely under his control. He seems to be a master at it. How do you think he managed to escape the chip's programming?"

"You mean, we specifically programmed him not to have sex with his daughters and look at him now. At least he can't remember what happened in this hotel on slave island, otherwise, he would have sued us by now, right? Do you think the chip was defective?"

"No, Sir, the chip was removed. I checked it the evening he unexpectedly showed up at our show."

"Wow, Rita, you're always good for surprises."

"I am responsible for the safety of the house and your well-being, Master."

I kissed her again. Rita looked at me determinedly.

"Only a DNA analysis will give you certainty, Master." With these words, she showed me a small phial containing a liquid.

"You mean you have Robert's...

"Yes, Sir, I'll check it if you agree it's only a phone call, someone owes me a favour.

Fuck!... Now I need a little time... Do I want to know? Haha, Rita, think about it - Ines would be my stepsister. I can't believe the professor wouldn't have stopped our wedding?"

"Maybe he didn't know himself, who knows how many adventures he had in his younger years?"

"Imagine I married a woman, because I fell in love with her at first sight. But she turns out to be my stepsister.". So, not only were I in love with my step sister, but I also divorced her, and then I enslaved this woman and turned her into a sex toy. Now her two sisters and her mother have also become sex toys. My two ex-sisters-in-law, stepsisters and my ex-mother-in-law... - Shit, it's enough to drive you mad. But I need to know the truth!"

"So please, Master, if you allow me to check it, I need something of your essence."

"Any ideas how to get it, Rita?"

I could already feel her hand on my fly.

"May I, Sir?' she asked politely. 'I guarantee it will be the most pleasant method for you." I noticed that I was hard again, and I could already feel her firm grip on my cock. She pulled it out and kissed the tip, then I felt her tongue licking my glans and slipping under the foreskin. I moaned.

Birds were singing, a lovely woman knelt in a sexy way in front of me, and an empty phial lay on the bench. Rita looked lovingly into my eyes and superbly sucked my cock, letting her tongue play, gently caressing my balls, giving me the full program. This woman always got what she wanted.

We heard noise from the former stables, a chorus of girls' voices, cheering, excited. From where I was sitting, I had a good view, and I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw naked girls running around the courtyard. They weren't completely nude, they had bushy horse hair tails attached between their buttocks, employing anal plugs.

Instead of shoes, they had platforms fixed to their feet that were supposed to look like hooves. On their heads were masks with horse heads and ears. Other girls spurred them on with riding crops, while others gossiped and laughed.

The little horses ran in a strange posture, their arms tied behind their backs and their upper bodies straight, pulling their knees up to their navels with every step. Their breasts bounced in time with their movements. Small bells attached to her nipples rang cheerfully.

What a horny dressage! Rita couldn't see any of this, but she noticed me being very close and redoubled her efforts. Now, now, yes, yes, oh god, fuck, Ahhhhhh.... What divine handiwork. This orgasm was amazing. Rita was magnificent, the phial filled, she sucked the rest out of me.

Then we sat tightly embraced on the bench and watched the little horses. How cute the sweet asses moved. It had obviously been a race, and one of the little horses, a slim black girl, was apparently the winner or loser and was now receiving the prize or punishment.

Three girls with large strap-on dildos removed the black girl's horse mask and the anal plug with the tail, revealing a pretty face with wide-open eyes. The three girls worked the black horse's holes with great zeal. The others cheered them on and applauded. Rita looked at me and said, "Wouldn't this hot pony play be something for one of our shows?"

"Great idea, this Natalie has some potential. Or was it Martinas' plan?"

"I know that the two of them planned this together. Lisa is helping them as much as possible, and I am fully informed."

"Rita, don't you think the volunteer training is a bit female-dominated?

"Ah, Sir, would you like to help with the little cuties? Go ahead, you have every right. They're all in love with you anyway"

"No, Rita, you misunderstood. Ronny and Mike, two of the trainers, asked to come after their shifts. It would do the girls good to be used by real men, not just rubber dicks."

"How selfless of them, can they smell fresh pussy? Have you considered whether the girls are on birth control?"

"We're already providing them with accommodation, food and an education," I replied.

"But Master, I'm afraid we'll have to take care of that too, some of them were strays and runaways. They've received all the medical care they need so far. Lisa sent them to our trusted doctor."

She looked at me intently, and I knew the girls were close to her heart. She had had a difficult childhood herself and had spent some time on the streets.

"Next, they'll get all the vaccinations they haven't had, including the ones we must pay for, like cervical cancer. Appointments with the gynaecologist have already been made. Then they'll get contraception. Until then, Ronnie and Mike will have to wait, don't you think, Sir? We don't want to breed, or do you disagree? "

"You're right, Rita, but that's a lucrative sideline for the Daddy Houses. 'Breed your sluts.' You know the motto."

"We should think about it, but it's not something you can just whip up overnight."

"As always, you're right, Rita. We would also need a separate building. Most visitors would find crying babies disturbing.

I'll tell Ronnie and Mike to put their cocks, I mean energy, into our clients."

As she continued to smile at me, "And yes, I agree with the DNA test, because I want to know. If there's trouble with the professor and we must fire him, I want at least to know if he is my father."

"I'm glad to hear that, Sir. I'll put the two samples in the fridge now and arrange for them to be picked up."

"Thank you, Rita. Make sure you keep them separate from the smoothies. Please come back quickly, then we'll go to the stables and see what's going on there."

She hurried, and when we approached the stables together, we soon caught the girls' attention. A whistle sounded, and they rushed over. They were impressed that Rita had come to see them. Natalie made an announcement that made me smile involuntarily.

"Madame, nineteen sluts are at your service." The girls looked undeniably beautiful. They were standing naked in rows and looking submissively at the ground. There were two black girls, one Chinese girl, one Japanese girl and one Thai girl; the rest were brown and white, Latinos and Caucasians.

Tattooed, pierced, some with fake tits. Blonde, black-haired, red-haired, very well-groomed. Was hairdressing and cosmetics also included in Rita's full service?

But wait, there were only eighteen. I counted again.

"Where is your sister?" I asked sternly. There was an awkward silence, then Natalie spoke up.

"Master, Mary the bitch is being punished. She violated our code and met with a boy."

"What did you do to her?" Rita sounded concerned. "Show her to me immediately." Without a word, the beautiful naked creatures led us through a gate, and there we saw it. Rita and I were speechless. They had crucified her. A delicate girl was tied to the crossbar by her arms and hung motionless to the floor.

"Damn it," I shouted, "take her down immediately, how long has she been hanging like that, she could die, you stupid bitches."

The girls obeyed quickly and untied her. Mary seemed to be unconscious. Was it from hours of pain in her shoulders or from lack of oxygen?

Rita and I examined the little girl. Her back was streaked red; they had whipped her, and she had repeatedly pulled herself up from her hanging position to catch her breath, rubbing her back against the rough wood, the poor thing.

I started chest compressions, and Rita gave her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

We worked quickly and concentrated hard. After a few minutes, Mary opened her eyes again and started breathing. Relieved, I kissed Rita and the exhausted Mary in turn.

"Promise me you'll never do anything so stupid again, it is dangerous, she could have died. Bondage games must always be supervised; you are responsible for your partner. Natalie, when Martina and Rita aren't here, you're in charge, do you understand?"

Natalie was now quite subdued, kneeling, weeping and begging for forgiveness.

"I forgive you, but punishment must be meted out. Each of you will receive five strokes from Master Double-u's cane on your bare bottom, and Natalie will receive ten. Bring a cane and line up, bend over and put your hands on your ankles. They obeyed, and I began the punishment.

They should remember this; I was really into the caning, producing nice welts. When I was done with one of them, she was sobbing. Although they were all over eighteen, they weren't tough enough.

In the meantime, Rita questioned Mary, who confirmed her misdemeanor.

"Yes, Mistress Rita, I met Tommy up at the clearing, he had sneaked over to the stables. But I just wanted him to leave me alone. I once thought something would happen between us. I loved him, but unfortunately, he's boring."

She whispered, "I need a real man, I want it harder, but he can't hit me, I want to be fucked in all three holes like a whore, he wants to go out with me. Oh, my God, what a loser, he thinks he must save me from my perversions. Anyway, I told him what I thought and that I never want to see him again."

She sighed, "I can't believe it, there are so many dominant males around these days, and I met this wimp."

Rita laughed loudly when she heard this story, and I asked, while continuing to spank the buttocks stretched out towards me: "But what your sisters did to you was too hard for you, wasn't it?"

"To be honest, Master, it's always the same in the evenings at our place. We eat naked, then we dance naked and lick each other's pussies until we can sleep."

She rolled her eyes, "There's no entertainment, no internet, no cinema, no smartphones, no boys, nothing. Smoking, drinking and smoking weed are not allowed. When my sisters whipped me, I felt terrible pain, but I also felt so alive. And it was so hot... I came from the pain."

Now she closed her eyes and frowned. "Being tied to the cross was also hot at first, the idea of hanging there helplessly in such a cruel way made me so hot. I came again from the pain in my shoulders and my bloody back. But then... the slow fading away scared me to death, I fought for every breath..."

Mary sighed heavily, and Rita took her in her arms and comforted her. "That won't happen again, my darling. This evening, Master Double-u and I will have dinner with you, and then we'll all play fun games together. "

"Wait a minute, Rita, what are you promising?" When I looked in her direction, she winked at me. Mary laughed and blushed, "Yes, I don't think it will be boring with Master and you; we've already seen you in action at the shows."

The girls thanked me politely for their punishment, some wiped the tears from their eyes, others turned so that they could see their welts. It was a beautiful sight, and I noticed that I was getting hard. This did not go unnoticed; some stared at the bulge in my trousers and giggled.

Rita said in her most beautiful dominatrix voice, "Line up. Look at the floor. Be quiet. That's good. Good girls. The fun will have to wait; dinner is being served."

The kitchen must have finished cooking, as everyone had chosen their dishes the day before. We didn't skimp; the food was top-notch, and the volunteers got the same as the house slaves and visitors, if they wanted to eat here.

Rita had informed the kitchen that we would also be eating here, and everything was now being brought to the stables. The dining room was a former storeroom, with a beautiful view of the park. The girls set two extra place settings. The tables and chairs were all different, but everything looked very cosy.

I was pleased to see that the girls enjoyed the food and chattered happily. In addition to water and fruit juices, there was also alcohol today, which was a rare treat, and the mood became livelier.

What enchanting naked creatures they were, completely uninhibited by Rita's and my presence and including us in their conversation and jokes. I watched Rita out of the corner of my eye; she looked completely happy.

After the meal, the volunteers helped, loading the dishwasher, clearing the table and finally showing us into their playroom. The floor was covered with rugs, blankets and cushions, which served as a play area.

A fire crackled in the fireplace, candles were lit everywhere, and the scent of incense sticks hung in the air. Natalie stood in front of Rita and me and welcomed us on behalf of their sisterhood.

"The most important rule here, dear Mistress, dear Master, is that everyone is naked. So, if you allow us, we'll help you undress."

The cute girls already pressed themselves against us and began to remove our clothes with gentle hands.

When Mary slowly pulled down my trousers, my cock sprang out, showing them that I liked their games. Natalie asked politely, "May I, Master?" She touched my boner cautiously. Rita in her gorgeous nudity stepped forward and showed her how to properly attack a cock, with a firm grip that made me moan.

"Tender and firm at the same time, girls. Now everyone tries it, one at a time. Master W will guide you."

It was touching to see their enthusiasm, how happy they were when they made me moan, when I praised them.

"Well done, girls, now try stimulating him with your mouth," Rita ordered. "I'll show you how." She knelt in front of me, shook her mane and looked me in the eyes, then began to lick the glans and shaft gently. Her hands were on her back where they belonged during cock sucking.

She kept eye contact, licked my balls, showed signs of arousal, moaned and finally swallowed my erection. My cock slowly slid into her warm, wet mouth where her twirling tongue greeted it.

She slowly sucked me deeper and deeper, what a wonderful feeling. I closed my eyes, now I could no longer see her triumphant look, my cock was now up to my balls in her throat. "Good whore," I whispered.

The girls crowded around us and watched Rita's masterful performance with fascination. A thin redhead whispered to her black-haired neighbour with lots of piercings, "Lauren, look at her tongue, she's licking his balls, how hot is that?"

"Shit, how can she hold her breath for so long?" asked the Chinese girl with shining eyes. Rita let the intruder slide back into her mouth, where he was now sandwiched between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and received special treatment. The high-class hookers called this the 'car wash.' Rita could now breathe through her nose again.

Some of the girls were openly stroking their pussies, some were very close to one another and were holding each other in their arms. Rita released my cock from her mouth, kissed the tip and said, "I didn't make him cum on purpose, can one of you explain to me what I should have done if I wanted it?"

The black girl answered, "To do that, you've got to know a guy's erogenous zones and what he's particularly responsive to. For some, it might be a finger in the anus, for others, stimulation of the nipples or squeezing the testicles."

"Very good," said Rita, "you may begin the practice. What is your name, little one?

"Mistress, I am Malika, which means angel in my language." She curtsied politely, knelt before me and whispered, "May I begin, Sir?"

"You may, Malika," I said, "and the most important thing about fellatio is: no teeth! I only want to feel your lips, your tongue, your beautiful mouth and your throat on my cock."

She smiled, showing her white teeth. „I understand, Sir, everything shall be done according to your wishes."

Then she tried to imitate Rita, which she managed surprisingly well. Of course, there were points deducted for the quiet gagging sound, but the feeling was very good and smooth. She had practised a lot with the dildo or had previous experience.

Her breathing technique still needed work. After my cock was no longer in her throat, she sucked in air so greedily, which was a beginner's mistake. No man was interested in the fellatrix's oxygen management. That had to stay below the surface, so to speak.

Her teary eyes with smudged mascara completed the picture of a student who still had to learn a lot. Her pussy glistened with wetness, so she must have enjoyed being used this way. Although the lust of the slave was uninteresting for a man, it was still a plus point because of the whore's greater eagerness.

With her arms crossed behind her back, Malika now quickened her head movements, my cock sliding in and out faster, she looked like a woodpecker pecking at insects. Her whole body moved with it, her small, firm black ass, her lovely tits were bobbing up and down.

The little minx wanted to make me cum, she even started stroking my nipples and looking me cheekily in the eyes. She had observed well what I reacted to, which spoke for her.

Rita now stepped in between us and ordered the change. The little Japanese girl was next in line. Malika thanked me, a little out of breath, and stepped back into the line of her sisters, who congratulated her.

The little Japanese girl was now kneeling in front of my erection, bowing down to the floor, kissing my feet, straightening up again and lisping, "My name is Mari, Sir, which means hollyhock. Please let me serve you," she giggled girlishly.

"Come on, Holly! Show us what you can do!" I was curious to see what this petite little person with her tiny, red-painted mouth would do... Well, I let myself be surprised.

Mari teased my foreskin with her nimble tongue. Some whores love this spot under the foreskin where, even when you're super clean, you can usually still find little traces of smell and taste. The essence of the man she serves.

Rita explained about cock worship: "Remember that his cock is more than just a body part. Your Master's cock is a physical manifestation of his entire being. When you please him, you're embracing his power and glory. Adore him. Think of everything you love about him and realise that you are experiencing his greatness as a man. Let him know how you feel. Show him your submission"

Mari's pupils dilated the deeper my cock penetrated her mouth. I felt her palate at the tip, and she gagged and swallowed. My cock slid gently into her throat. It felt tight and good, like a freshly drilled arsehole.

She was struggling with the size of my cock, her face turning red and her tears turning me on. Saliva dripped from her mouth, running down her face, but she kept eye contact. She was gagging now and fighting for air.

Then she slowly moved her head back and my cock slid out of her throat. Her tongue moved at breakneck speed over the shaft as she breathed in again. Now back in, yes, that felt great, her little face was so close to my stomach, suddenly I felt her tongue licking my balls. 'Good whore,' I blurted out.

Rita noticed that I was close to coming and ordered another change. Mari thanked me submissively and slid away on her knees. The next girl was a blonde with long shiny hair and large fake breasts. "Dear Lord, I'm Britney," she cooed with her inflated lips, "I would like to pleasure your magnificent cock, if you'll let me please."

She had colourful tattoos on her thighs and stomach, and several piercings. All of that must have cost a fortune. "Who paid for your embellishments, Britney?" I asked her. She smiled shyly. "It was Grandpa, I've always been his favourite granddaughter." Her expression darkened, "Well, until two years ago, anyway." '

"Poor girl," I said, "you'll get a chance with me. Let's go."

She was already on her knees with my cock in her mouth, I could feel her balloons pressing against my thighs. She sucked my cock in, her nose touching my stomach, I imitated the buzzing sound of the deep throat trainer, she had to giggle, which felt good, then her wet tongue shot out and licked my balls.

Your grandfather was an idiot to let you go, I thought, as my cock continued to swell. At least that's how it felt; the little girl was a born blowjob artist. Her expressive blue eyes stared at me incessantly. I wondered what was going through her head, probably not much. She was nothing but a sex toy.

Fuck, I was thinking about a cold beer so I wouldn't cum right away. "Well done, Britney." Rita praised her and ordered the next change.

It went on and on like this until my cock had been in all the girls' throats. A couple of times, I had been close to letting go. Now I was tired from standing around for almost two hours, and my balls were about to burst.

Rita noticed and said, "You can try the other holes while lying down, Sir."

"Yes, please, Master Double-u", they all cried in unison. Soon we were lying on top of and underneath each other on the furs. I was encircled by stunning, youthful physiques - supple, moist and inviting. It was heavenly. Their hands, breasts and tongues touched me everywhere on my body.

These slim, hot, young, horny bodies exuded the scent of sex, their 'fuck me' perfume.

They caressed and licked each other, writhed and moaned out their hot lust. Rita had hooked Natalie, "Come here, I want to find out what Martina likes so much about you."

My cock slid into their pussies and assholes as if by magic, the girls were eager to try it out. They wanted to feel it everywhere, even between their breasts.

Now there was no stopping me, I exploded like a grenade, all the pent-up cum shot out into the air and then rained down on us. They giggled and cheered, and I felt great. There was no risk of an unwanted pregnancy, thanks to the vasectomy I had had a few years ago.

The amount of ejaculate after this operation remains constant so there was enough jizz for them; there's just no sperm in it any more.

The little Thai girl had my semi-erect cock in her mouth and quickly made it swell with her skills. Meanwhile, I licked everything within reach, little earlobes, nipples, belly buttons, pussies, asses and cute little toes. The girls smelled so good and juicy everywhere. I was quickly super hard again.

I was so obsessed that I even forgot about Rita. Now I could hear her moaning and cheering Natalie on, "Yes, lick faster, come on, yes, yes, yes...."

A little later, she sighed, "That was great, Natalie, you're so good at eating pussy."

She stroked the girl's hair tenderly, then looked her firmly in the eyes. "What else can this mouth do for me, little slut?" I saw Natalie trembling with lust, she whispered, "Everything, Mistress, I'll lick your toes, your arsehole, I'll drink your piss, anything, please let me pamper you."

My cock was inside a girl with jet-black hair and white skin. She had beautiful, firm breasts, which I held tightly. We were in a doggy position, she turned her head and smiled at me. Green eyes, a pert little nose and freckles. I didn't know her name, but I was about to cum inside the pretty girl when the receptionist Minnie burst into our orgy.

Chapter 33

Irene's devilment

"Mistress, Master, I am terribly sorry, but there is an urgent phone call. It's the manager of Slave Island; something has happened to Irene. It's a matter of life and death, he said.

I jumped up, the girl's juices on my bobbing cock, "Give me the phone, Minnie." She handed it to me, staring at my dark red, swollen and shiny member. Rita had also approached; I turned on the speaker. Rita ordered silence, and I answered.

"Hello, Dervishi speaking. Unfortunately, an accident happened, and I want to know if you cover the costs for Irene's further treatment. I was told you took Irene in as a slave. She has been in a coma since yesterday, the treatment costs us 9,000 a day, and the owners are giving me a hard time. We no longer have any capacity here; we must switch off the devices."

Rita and I looked at each other and nodded; the girls had recoiled in fear. "Yes, we will cover the costs," I replied. "We will organise a flight with an air ambulance and bring her to a private clinic in my country. Until then, do everything you can, or you will regret it, Mr. Dervishi."

"Okay, but I'll send you the bill if you want to play the Samaritans."

"We'll be there as soon as possible. I'll call you when we take off. See you soon." With that, I ended the conversation.

"Sorry, girls, we must leave you now; where are our clothes?"

They quickly brought everything and helped us get dressed. Instantly, I booked the earliest possible appointment for tomorrow with the air ambulance service by phone. I transferred the deposit immediately via the bank app.

I called the director of the clinic, a room was reserved for her, and one of the specialists will accompany us on the flight, along with a nursing team. It's all a question of price.

I had just relaxed again. "Come on, Master, we have to inform Three." Rita pointed towards the dungeon. I flinched, damn, this was going to be difficult.

Three and Irene had been deeply in love. Then came the big disappointment for Three: Irene wanted to stay on Slave Island to endure even more pain, to become the best Pain Slut ever. Three returned heartbroken.

She had accepted the brainwashing chip. I had no idea how she would react now.

Three was being fucked by a group of black men in one of the side rooms of the dungeon. It was half the city's basketball team after a party. The big, muscular, well-built men kept the girl quite busy. Her delicate body was being tossed around like a doll.

Her large breasts were being squeezed, all her holes were being stuffed. The huge black cocks were going in and out. We had to wait until they were finished. For a while, we watched in fascination, and Rita stroked the hard-on in my trousers. "Aren't you jealous, Sir?"

"No, I know she won't have an orgasm, so what? It's exactly what I wanted; she's being used as a three-hole mare."

The dungeon door creaked as we opened it.

Emily, Lucia and Martina blinked as the light hit them. They lay tightly entwined, their naked bodies caressing each other on the straw. The air smelled of their sweat, urine and sex. What dirty whores. At least the lid was on their shit bucket.

"Lucia, get up and come here, we need you. Come with us." She obeyed immediately and broke away from Martina and Emily. We ordered her to crawl behind us on all fours.

"What do you want to do with the stinking whore?" Rita asked me

"Beat her or fuck her?"

"Why not both?" I asked back.

"Good," she said, "that horny arse needs a few stripes." She already had a cane in her hand and was beating Lucia's arse. Lucia didn't move, kneeling obediently like a dog. She didn't scream, just looked at us with her emerald eyes. She was the prettiest of all the slaves in Rita's Mansion, and the little beast knew it.

"On your back, Lucia, show us your toasty pussy and your tight bunghole."

In one smooth movement, Lucia turned onto her back, spread her legs and pulled apart both her labia and her buttocks. She willingly showed us her open holes.

Eagerly offered herself up for punishment. Although the slave girls feared blows to their pussies more than anything else. Because even with a sore pussy, they were still fucked.

Lucia's pussy juice ran out of her gaping slit, and despite her body odour, the smell of musk was now predominant. The whole thing arouses her more than she wants to admit. It was bad luck that she couldn't come.

"Lucia, how long has it been since you had an orgasm?"

"Five days and 12 hours, Sir."

"And is it hard for you, filthy whore?"

"It is very hard, Sir, I dream day and night of a climax"

"Good,' said Rita, and nine days left." Lucia let out a frustrated groan. "Here, so you can at least feel something," and with that, the cane came down twice and hit Lucia's beautiful breasts with a resounding smack. Now she was screaming and weeping, and I became rock hard. I bent over her, used her pussy juices as lubricant for her arsehole and started fucking her there.

I lay on her stinking body and thrust into her, pinching the welt on her breasts. More tears. "What's on the agenda for you, Lucia, at our stage show in nine days?"

Of course, I knew, but I wanted to hear it from her tear-choked voice.

"First, I am allowed to climax, Sir. But this time, I'm the pain slut and I will climax only from the pain. The best paingasm slut for you, Sir."

"Go on Lucia"

"I'm chained up and driven through the crowd, the pear of fear painfully spreading my pussy. I'm humiliated by the guests. On stage, I'm whipped to tears, then pulled up by my bound tits and made to sit on the wooden pony. There, my suffering continues.

A spreader bar is attached to my legs. To increase the pressure on my perineum and the pussy, one after the other, my sisters, my mum, and other slaves lie down under the horse and place their legs on the bar. They rub their slits and clits and move their asses up and down till they climax, which transfers to the spreader bar and tortures me constantly."

This list of her sufferings, with her little girl's voice, the tears and her tight asshole around my cock, brought me to the height of arousal. I bit her nipples and thrust into her.

"That sounds like the same suffering your Mum Emily had to endure for my pleasure."

"Yes, Sir, it's the same ordeal," she moaned in pain.

"No, you will suffer even more than your mother, because a guest has suggested that the victim on the horse should also receive electric shocks to her tits and pussy, and we will implement this on you right away."

"I know, I have no choice, Sir, and I promise to put on a good show."

"You know what was in store for Emily?"

"Yes, Sir, her pussy lips were burned."

"Good, because you'll have the honour of getting my initials there too."

"Thank you, Sir, will you fuck me in the ass during the branding, like you did to my Mum?"

"You can count on it, you little horny pig, your arse hole is your best hole."

I felt Rita's fingers on my nipples, now there was no stopping me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm going to tear your ass apart, Lucia," I yelled and came inside her, again and again, pumping her full until my semen ran out of her.

Her Aaahh and Ooohh and yes, yes, yes had spurred me on even more, but now that she realised she couldn't climax, there was a disappointed expression on her face, and her bright eyes lost their sparkle.

Three appeared, looking rather tired, covered in ejaculate and smelling of the piss of the entire team.

"We have something important to tell you," I told her. "Let's go to Emily and Martina so everyone can hear. Lucia joins us, on all fours, of course."

When the four horny creatures were kneeling next to each other in perfect slave position, I dropped the bombshell.

When Three heard that Irene was in danger and in a coma, she sobbed loudly, and tears ran down her face. Although Three smelled awful, Rita and I hugged her and held her tight.

"Everything will be fine, Three, we'll take care of it, we promise. She'll get the best treatment available."

With a sobbing voice, she cried, "What happened? What did they do to her?"

"We don't know, but Lisa is watching the videos from Slave Island, maybe she'll discover something".

"Please, I want to fly with you tomorrow, I must see her." She was so desperate that I couldn't refuse her request.

"All right, this is an exceptional situation. You are exempt from your slave duties until further notice, and you may take a shower and make yourself presentable. You can sleep in your room for once. You can wear clothes on the flight and behave like a normal person. Talk and walk upright and stuff.

Three thanked me effusively. "Sir, thank you, I'll suck your cock the whole flight."

"And what about my pussy?" Rita asked, pretending to be strict. Three now smiled through her tears.

The next morning, a taxi picked us up and took us to the private airfield. Rita, Three and I were dressed in business attire. We greeted the crew, the doctor and the nurses, then took our seats, and the plane took off. We had a four-hour flight ahead of us.

As passengers, the three of us had our cabin. After being served coffee and drinks, we leaned back and relaxed. We were already up in the clouds when Rita stood up and locked the cabin door.

"What's going on?" I asked, but the words stuck in my throat. Rita began to slowly and lasciviously undress.

"Ever heard of the Miles High Club, mate? From today, I want to be a member," she said, then she threw her black push-up bra at me.

There she stood, completely naked and seductive. My erection almost burst out of my tight suit trousers. It even made Three smile, who had seemed very tense up until then.

"Should I take my clothes off too, Sir?" she asked me submissively. "Sure, Three, get up and strip, show me what you've got."

Soon, all three of us were naked, kissing and caressing each other, the seats reclined. Then the tongue play began, I licked Three's pussy, something I hadn't done in ages.

I knew so many lovely women, sluts, whores and slaves, but these two were the ones I loved the most. I completely forgot where we were and just lived in the moment. Caressing, licking, penetrating, pulling back, deep loving glances, pleasurable moans and sighs.

I came inside both beauties, vanilla pussy-fuck with hand holding, looking deep into their eyes and screaming out our pleasure at the same time.

The small windows were fogged up, but nobody wanted to look outside. We also ignored the polite knocking on the door. Only when the lights got brighter and the announcement sounded, "We will be landing in twenty minutes, please fasten your seatbelts," did we react.

We helped each other get dressed, the whole cabin smelled of pussy and sex, but who cares. He who pays the piper calls the tune.

Then the difficulties start. "Sir, we are not allowed to leave the plane. We tried to reach the manager, but to no avail". "Try on," I ordered.

Then my phone received a message from Lisa saying that she had found the latest video of Irene. She had downloaded it immediately, which was good because the site was down shortly after.

I put the video on the cabin screen, and we saw the scenes from the Garden of Martyrs on Slave Island. Irene was strapped to the gynaecological chair. Oh my God, not the bee venom injections again. We had already seen that before; Three had even witnessed it live back then.

But no, it wasn't Lady Desade holding the syringe with the long needle; it was Cruella, the head guard.

I turned on the sound...

... "The gag is necessary so she can't bite her tongue out of pain.

I will inject the Apitoxin not only into her uterus but also into her urethra, vulva, labia, clitoris and the erogenous zone around her G-spot. Let's get started with her cervix."

The long syringe vanished into Irene's crack, and the beautiful black girl writhed in her bonds, her cries muffled by the gag, tears in her warm brown eyes.

Frowning, Cruella withdrew the syringe and said, "I'll let it take full effect for ten minutes, then give her the next dose.

A blonde slave, naked except for a collar, knelt on the stage holding a sign that read 'Cruella's pussy licker.' Cruella waved her over, and the blonde came forward with her tongue sticking out.

Then she plunged her tongue into Cruella's cunt. She pulled the blonde roughly by the hair and directed her to the desired spots, setting the pace. No wonder she soon trembled in orgasm and squirted in Blondie's face.

Then she jumped back to the treatment table and drew up the next syringe. Irene's whole body was shaking, her eyes wide open in pain.

Cruella waving her hand with the syringe, "All these bees want to sting her most holy parts! Her cervix is already inflamed. The pain must be excruciating. I will now inject Apitoxin into the cervical canal and uterus.

Our dear Irene knows what she is about to face; she begged for this treatment."

Cruella leaned over Irene's shaking body and carefully aimed the syringe at the right spot. The twitching of Irene's tied body got more intense, and even the chair she was tied to seemed to be vibrating

Cruella shouted triumphantly, 'I think I got her fallopian tubes too!'.

Irene's eyes were wide open, her face smeared with tears and snot, the howling suppressed by the mouth gag.

Cruella wiped the snot from the girl's face, whispering: "I hope you will look your best for the cameras."

After the bee venom had taken effect for some time, probably fifteen minutes, we did not know, because we sped up the video. The blonde had her tongue in Cruella's Arsehole while she professionally rubbed Cruella's clitoris

Cruella's voice again: "This girl is on fire, but I'm going to make her feel even worse."

The syringe went in "Now her tight vagina! Urethra first, followed by the sensitive area around her G-spot. Ha! Caught you!

Irene was drooling, sweating, and shaking uncontrollably

The pilot sounded concerned when he said, "Unfortunately, we still don't have permission to disembark. The tower isn't responding. It seems like something is wrong."

Suddenly, we heard shots and machine gun fire, and on the screen, Cruella held the next syringe in the air: "She is still in a lot of pain. Should we give her the next shot?

I interrupted, "Stop the video, I must rescue Irene at once."

"I'll go with you," Rita said in a firm voice.

"I know the hotel best, you need me to find Irene," Three answered.

"Sir, there are fights, it is too dangerous to leave the plane," a crew member tried to stop us."

The doctor explained that for insurance reasons, they were not allowed to intervene in combat situations. How convenient, I thought.

"Then we go alone, but we borrow your white coats, your bag and a stretcher if you don't mind, Doctor"

Dressed as hospital staff, Rita, Three, and I left the plane. The door was immediately locked again. I hoped that the pilot would keep his nerve and wait for us. It wasn't far to the hotel, so we hurried across the airfield.

The scene was eerie; there was no one to be seen. But wait... Lifeless bodies were lying at the hotel entrance. Shit, what was going on?

The figures were not wearing uniforms but a camouflage battle dress and were still clutching their weapons. Rita knelt next to one of them. "Gunshot wounds, several, probably automatic weapons," she said. She took the Glock from the dead man. "The magazine is still full."

"Come on, Rita, put the gun down. We're not fighters." Rita put the Glock in her coat pocket. "I am, if I'm forced to."

"These two wear the uniform of the hotel security. Is it an attack by another mafia clan or pirates?" Three speculated.

"Quick, we have to find Irene, she's not safe here anymore." Three rushed ahead. After the hotel lobby, we turned right and ran down the stairs.

"That's the infirmary." Three pushed open the door. We saw Irene immediately. She was lying naked on the ground next to one of the three hospital beds. Oh no, they had disconnected her from everything, no ventilation, nothing... We were too late.

Three rushed over to her and hugged her lifeless body, weeping bitterly. Suddenly, "She's breathing," she screamed, "Irene's alive!"

I pushed forward "Is she conscious?" Her eyelids were fluttering, she was breathing, but she was not moving.

"Quickly, get her on the stretcher, strap her in, let's get her on the plane".

We hurried, Three and I carrying Irene, and Rita the doctor bag. We were about to go up the stairs when we heard screams and gunshots coming from the hotel lobby. We immediately turned back.

"We have to take the back exit, hurry! Follow me, this way!" Three rushed ahead, we gasped behind her.

"Wait, look out this window, but be careful." Bodies were lying in the backyard, and some of the attackers were constantly bringing new victims to be shot. Another volley. We ran on; this was worse than we had feared. What were they trying to achieve? No one would ever stay in a hotel where such terrible things had happened.

The corridor seemed endless, finally there were stairs again, we climbed our way up. Just get out of this slaughterhouse. There was the back door.

Three opened it, and a bearded guy with an AK 47 stood in front of us. "Please let us through, we're doctors," I explained in a calm tone. The armed man looked at me, screamed "Fuck you!" and raised his weapon. Everything happened quickly. Suddenly, he had a third eye in his face, then I heard the shot directly behind me.

Rita was still frozen in a shooting position, holding the Glock with both hands. Now the guy fell, still pressing the trigger, and the shot rang out. "Keep going, run!" I shouted. We grabbed the stretcher and ran towards the airfield.

We were fortunate; the sound of the gunfire drowned out the shots. We made it to the plane unharmed. Exhausted, we climbed in, and the nurses helped us with Irene. The doctor rushed over to examine her. "Let's go, we must take off immediately. That's a crazy gang of murderers." I ordered.

At once, the pilot ran to the cockpit. "Okay, I'll take off right away. Please fasten your seatbelts."

We took off and flew over the hotel when a combat helicopter rose from behind the hotel. We were on a collision course, the pilot pulled the plane up, followed by a loud clatter and a shake. - We had grazed the helicopter. Then we saw a column of flames rising. The pilot cursed, "Damn it, he damaged our landing gear. But we tore off his rotors, he's done for". We stared out of the windows at the burning wreckage next to the hotel.

"Rita, you've been promoted to bodyguard," I joked. "Did you secure the Glock again?" She laughed loudly. "Yes, everything's secure. I had enough weapon training at the cult militia, where I grew up. But what about your weapon Sir? Is it secured or ready to fire?" She already pulled me into our cabin.

The danger we had survived had made us both hot, and we tore off our white coats and the rest of our clothes. We didn't even bother to lock the door. We fucked like it was the last time in our lives.

We could have all died on that adventure, and now we were hornier than ever. Forget positions! We just fucked until we were sweating and panting. Rita was so hot, she squirted like never before. I came again. "Oh sweet Jesus," we were in heaven.

Then we lay there exhausted, it took a while before we got up and left the cabin. We had completely forgotten about Irene. Three looked at us reproachfully, she had been present the whole time during the examination.

Now the doctor seemed to be finished. He cleared his throat and said, "She has been through a lot, but it doesn't look too bad. She is still very weak, but I hope we can get her back to full health."

Three jumped for joy, then hugged and kissed Rita and me. We were all happy.

In an hour, we would be home.

I turned to Rita and Three, 'Shall we continue watching the video?' Yes, please, I want to know everything that happened, said Three.

Irene was back on the cabin screen, her legs spread wide apart in the black fetish gynaecological chair, suffering at the mercy of the sadistic Cruella, who injected the bee venom in Irene's labia.

She worked with obvious pleasure, torturing poor Irene more and more.

"Ready for the clit?" asked Cruella, but Irene had lost consciousness. When her tormentor noticed, she gave her an adrenaline shot in the thigh. That brought the poor Irene back to her hell.

Cruella stretched Irene's clitoris and began to inject a lot of the apitoxin. Irene's howling could be heard through the gag. The tears shot out of her eyes, her body spasmed in the bounds.

"That felt good, didn't it?" The audience applauded and whistled and cried "Encore, encore"

Irene had lost consciousness again.

Cruella left Irene in her helpless position and joined the orgy.

The camera kept rolling, so we saw that no one helped Irene when an ugly fat man shoved his cock into her and fucked her unconscious.

It seemed to take forever until he was finally done, and two guards appeared, who untied Irene and took her away. Three acted furiously. "That Cruella is a dirty bitch; I'd like to kill her."

Rita looked at her, "Kill her? Didn't you see Cruella hanging in the hotel backyard? Naked, bloody and covered in wounds. They must have tortured her terribly before she died."

There was silence, then the plane began its descent.

"Fasten the seatbelts, the belly landing without landing gear will be rough."