The Queen of Hearts Ch. 08

Chapter Eight

That evening, Mistress continued my instruction in the finer arts of card playing. I thought I was good but she seemed to be able to tell the odds at a moment's notice and to be able to read what I thought was the most expressionless face that I could muster. Baccarat was the game and I found myself comprehensively beaten, first at the card table and secondly over it as she lashed my naked bottom cheeks with a paddle until I thought that they would catch fire as the heat radiated from them. I spent another night chained to the bottom of her bed, suffering the indignity of the anal plug stretching my bottom hole open as I tried to get some rest.

The following morning I felt exhausted and Miss Thorne was not at all pleased with the quickness or enthusiasm of my servitude when she offered her sweet bottom hole up for kissing.

"I expect much more effort than that!" she snapped angrily, whipping her palm across my face several times and making my flesh sting as if several bees had sunk their venom into me.

"I am sorry, Mistress," I mumbled, meaning it sincerely as I was so disappointed to let her down.

"So you should be but that is not enough. Get into the shower and lie flat on the shower tray facing up," she said, steel-grey eyes observing me coldly.

I scurried off, eager to make amends for my indolence by showing some enthusiasm now and she followed me after a few moments, stepping into the cubicle after removing her dressing gown to reveal a diaphanous nightie.

"Open your mouth wide, slave!" Miss Thorne ordered and I obeyed with alacrity then swallowed hard with fear as she thrust a stainless steel funnel between my teeth.

"Bite onto it tightly, slave!"

I did, feeling the cold metal almost stick to my lips and then she squatted down, raising her nightie up to her waist.

"Perhaps this will help you kiss me more fervently next time, slave. If you disappoint me again, I might just wait until I wish to defecate instead of urinate!" she remarked and I shivered as I waited to receive her offering.

A subtle hiss echoed down the steel funnel and then came a slither of liquid. Hot fluid seeped into my mouth and I gagged as the acrid ammoniacal stench filled me. Suddenly a veritable river of piss flooded down into me and I had to swallow some desperately as shame and distaste filled my soul to overflowing. Her weight pushed the funnel down further into my mouth and there was nothing I could do but drink down her golden liquid. It seemed never-ending as I swallowed and spluttered but eventually she stood up and removed the funnel before she ordered me out of the bathroom. She showered while I waited outside, kneeling at the foot of the bed, mouth still tasting of her offering and only when she was finished was I allowed to go and clean myself up.

Rachel arrived halfway through the morning and started her cleaning routine, having dressed in her maid outfit. She made a face when she saw me and I wondered if her bottom was still sore from having my cock up inside it. My rectum was from the anal plug I had been made to wear overnight, I thought to myself as she passed by with the vacuum cleaner. After an early lunch, Miss Thorne, accompanied by Rachel, took me down to the cellar and arranged me over a padded bench, bottom facing the ceiling as I waited for the sweet pain of a spanking or whipping to begin.

"Warm him up properly, Rachel, and then you may have him. This slipper will do the job nicely and is very appropriate as he is going to be your girl shortly!"

Rachel giggled at the odd remark while I wondered what Miss Thorne was on about for a few seconds before a sudden flurry of sharp slaps from the sole of the slipper made me concentrate on my pain instead. It was surprisingly painful being beaten by a slipper and my breath hissed between my gritted teeth as Rachel laid on with a will.

"Make sure that you strike the cheeks evenly, Rachel," commented Miss Thorne as she stood by my side, hand stroking through my hair and occasionally down my exposed spine making me shiver.

"Yes, Miss Thorne," replied Rachel and she concentrated on my left buttock for a few moments until she was satisfied that it was a nice deep red and matched the other one perfectly.

"Now come round here and make sure that he gets you nicely wet, Rachel. He does have a very agile and enthusiastic tongue when he tries."

I waited patiently, eager to work my tongue into her hot little pussy and to breathe in her sweet scent. I could hear the sound of her clothing tumbling onto the floor as well as the softness of my mistress' breathing as she stood by my side almost motionlessly. Then came the sound of footsteps and I suffered the indignity of having my hair pulled sharply, forcing my head to rise until I could see Rachel. I gulped in shock as I noticed the thick phallus jutting from her pubis and held in place by leather straps that circled round her curvaceous hips.

"A little surprise for you, slave," she murmured, brown eyes glinting with amusement. "Miss Thorne has given me permission to use you like you used me the other day!"

My heart thudded crazily in my chest as the bulbous knob bobbed up and down in front of my mouth and I edged as far away as my bonds would allow me from its threat.

"It's no use trying to escape, slave. In fact you better be very good at sucking this dildo deep down into your mouth or it is going to hurt even more when I slide it up your arse," she chuckled, pushing the rubbery glans against my face.

With a groan of shame, I opened up and allowed her to push the massive head into my mouth while my body shivered at the thought of it splitting my anal ring open in a few minutes' time. Rachel simulated shafting my mouth, sliding the fat cock in and out slowly while she kept a firm grip on my hair. She pushed further in and I gagged on the rubbery tip but she just laughed at my ineptitude, commenting that I would not be much use as a girl if I couldn't take a cock in my mouth without choking. Saliva bubbled up in my mouth and coated the glans as she slid it in and out and I tried to work my tongue round the thickness, eyes tightly closed against my shame.

"While he is working on that nice cock, I think I will warm his bottom up a little more," stated Miss Thorne and I groaned around the gagging girth of the phallus as she began to spank me hard and fast, whipping her palm across my bare buttocks. Each slap sent me jolting forward slightly so that the dildo poked further into my mouth, pressing insistently against the back of my throat. The sharp crack of her hand contrasted with the slurping, sucking sounds that my mouth made as my tongue licked over the bulbous head and coated it thoroughly with my spittle. A couple of minutes passed by slowly and painfully as my arse felt scorching hot while my jaw ached from my mouth being stretched wide. Even so, I still felt no relief when the artificial cock withdrew and bobbed about in front of me as I knew what was about to happen next and feared it intensely.

Every nerve ending seemed to be screaming with tension as Rachel walked round behind me and positioned herself between my spread thighs. Miss Thorne came to stand in front of me then bent down and stared into my eyes. I lost myself in the grey smoky mirrors that looked at me unblinkingly, shivering with fear as I felt the heat of Rachel's legs against my thighs.

"Look at me, slave, and don't you dare shut your eyes. I want to see your shame and your pain as Rachel slides that big cock up into your bottom," Miss Thorne murmured, hands gripping my head as she knelt just a few inches away from me. A solitary pearl of shame rolled down my cheek at her words and then I felt the bulbous head of the phallus press into my anal groove and my mouth opened in fearful anticipation. My heart was beating like a trip hammer as she pulled my bottom cheeks apart further and I could not stop the dark misery showing in my face as I waited helplessly to be taken. Rachel inched further forward and the knob touched my ring, sending shivers of apprehension flying through my senses. I groaned in desperation and fresh tears filled my eyes and my mistress's finger reached out and scooped one up as it trickled down my cheek.

"I will drink in your pain!" she whispered, sucking my moisture off her smooth skin and I swallowed hard at the eroticism of the act before I started to breathe faster as Rachel began to impale me on the rubbery dildo.

The tip started to stretch my tight anal ring apart, forcing the crinkled aperture open as she inched forward. It was the strangest feeling of my life lying there on the padded bench and being unable to resist as I was sodomised by a woman with a strap-on dildo. I grunted and groaned as she pushed into me deeper, making my anus open up like a flower bud. The delicate tissues felt as if they were being torn apart at first but gradually grew accustomed to the feeling and then the massive glans was sliding inside me and, as I cried out in shock and shame, Miss Thorne's sweet lips closed on mine and swallowed my misery down. Her soft kisses drank in my heated breath and I entwined my tongue with hers fervently as Rachel began to slide the thick shaft in and out of my bottom in long, rhythmic thrusts. My cock seemed to surge powerfully in time with every lunge into me and I could feel the seeping out of my excitement onto the leather padding as she increased the pace, driving into my darkness while her hands gripped my hips tightly.

Miss Thorne broke away from my passionate kisses and stared into my tear-veiled eyes, hands stroking my face and smoothing my tears into my skin before she rose smoothly and disappeared behind me. I heard the crisp sound of palm meeting flesh and Rachel surged forward harder into my tightness and I realised that my mistress was spanking her. After about a minute the sound vanished and I could only hear the panting of my own breath and the softer gasps of the woman who was driving in and out of my stretched arse hole. I experienced a strange mixture of pleasure and pain with each thrust of the cock into my bottom as my anal membranes rippled around it. The very act was demeaning and degrading and yet it was also arousing and I hung my head in shame as I admitted that truth to myself. What would I do if it was a real cock and a man behind me, shafting my arse with his hardness? The thought sent shivers flooding through my senses and I swallowed hard as I realised that I would still be obedient and allow it... if my mistress wished it.

As that thought slowly dissipated from my mind, Miss Thorne reappeared in front of me and I gasped with shock and awe as I focused on her naked thighs and the dark rubber appendage that jutted from between them.

"Use your mouth on me, slave, and work hard!" she snapped and I opened obediently and swiftly, swallowing the rounded tip. She jerked her hips forward, plunging the dildo to the back of my throat and then further as she gripped my hair tightly and held me still. Rachel slid in deep and hard and I felt abused and penetrated at both ends and a rich raw redness suffused my mind as I served them both. I half-choked around the thick cock in my mouth but Mistress just pushed it in deeper and I tried to accommodate it while breathing in desperately through my nose. The tip lodged in my throat and then Rachel pushed in deep and I writhed in agonised ecstasy at being used so cruelly before Miss Thorne withdrew and moved out of my sight once more.

There was a sudden surge forward from Rachel and an agonised gasp torn from her throat and then her full weight was on me, her hands sliding down my ribs and I realised that Miss Thorne was doing to the maid what she was doing to me. Squashed between us, Rachel breathed out hot air on the nape of my neck then moved in and out in time with the dildo that was sliding into her own tight little hole.

"I am in her arse, slave, just in case you were wondering. Now she can feel what you are feeling. Every thrust into her gaping arse mirrors her lunges into you, doesn't it, Rachel?"

"Yes, Miss Thorne," gasped Rachel as her hands reached around me and dug into my chest.

Minutes passed and the relentless, rhythmic thrusting continued. My rectal ring felt as if it was being torn asunder and every plunging stroke was a mixture of agonised pain and arousing pleasure until finally Miss Thorne withdrew then ordered Rachel to do the same.

"Clean it, slave!" she ordered, standing before me and I humbly opened my mouth and started to lick the dildo that had been up inside Rachel's heated anus. It was incredibly degrading and yet bizarrely fulfilling to clean it up, tasting the girl's juices and feeling the heat on my tongue. Then they swapped places and I found myself sucking in the dildo that had been pounding into my bottom hard and fast. Tears spilt freely as the shame of it slithered through my mind and then I was released and sent off to have a shower.