The Pain Slut Pt. 12

Chapter 34

Dripping Wet

He was called the new Eminem; his angry, rough voice captivated millions. His lyrics were explicit and misogynistic, capturing the spirit of the times perfectly. His latest song, 'Dripping Wet,' was perfect for pole dancing practice. Naked girls writhed on five poles in our large gym to the sounds of this rap.

"Put a collar around the slave girl's neck.

Spank her until her ass is purple and red.

Beat this meat hole until her eyes are black.

Then feel her up, she should be dripping wet.

Dripping wet, dripping wet, dripping wet, dripping wet.

The genius was that after each angry verse, the female counterpart came in with her soft, submissive voice.

L'Amour Toujours by Gigi Agostini had been covered for this:

I still believe in your eyes.

I just don't care what you've done in your life.

Daddy, I'll always be here by your side,

Don't leave me waiting too long. Please come by!

Now the angry dominant one again:

Spit in her face and often choke her.

Never fuck her gently, I already broke her.

Fuck her ass and shoot your load in her face.

If you don't need her, put her in a cage.

In the cage, in the cage, in the cage, in the cage.

The submissive part again:

Every day and every night

I always dream that

You are by my side

Oh, Daddy, every day and every night

Well, I said everything's

Gonna be alright

And I'll fly with you.

I'll die for you

I'll die for you

The Bad Boy's voice:

Deny her pussy, never let her cum.

Tell her she is a dirty piece of scum.

Make the bitch crawl and worship your feet.

Whore her all night, naked in the street.

The submissive hopeful:

I still believe in your eyes.

There is no choice

I belong to your life.

I live to love you someday.

You'll be my Daddy

And we'll fly away

And I'll die for you.

I'll die for you

I'll fly with you

Her humility only makes him more cruel:

Pinch her tits and pull her hair.

Grab her by the throat and lift her into the air.

Feed her no meals, just cum, spit and piss.

Never be gentle, never reward her with a kiss.

Just cum spit and piss, just cum spit and piss.

The following interlude is celebrated as a stroke of genius by the rapper.

Instead of the music, you can now hear the lashes of the whip and the slave girl's cries of pain.

wuh-PSSSH.. Aaahh wuh-PSSSH... Aaahh, Aaahh.... Please not!

wuh-PSSSH.. Aaahh.

A painfully long sequence of blows, screams and sobs.

Then the hate song starts again:

Hit her tits, ass and cunt until she bleeds.

Make her suffer, humiliate her, that is all she needs

Her tongue and male arseholes should be very best friends.

If she bucks, beat her soles and her stubbornness ends.

Beat her soles, beat her soles, beat her soles, beat her soles.

One last time, the beautiful melodic voice of the Subbie was consumed by love and passion :

Oh, Daddy,

every day and every night

Well, I said everything's

Gonna be alright

And I'll fly with you.

I'll die for you

I'll die for you

And finally, in the tone of a radio announcement: "Rapper Cane Daddy was acquitted today of charges of mistreating his girlfriend. The court ruled that the bitch was to blame."

With reinforced bass, fading out gradually: Dripping wet, dripping wet, dripping wet, dripping wet.

The girls on dance floors, all over the world, went completely wild as soon as this song was played.

Dripping wet was exactly what they wanted to experience.

The naked pole dancers moved lasciviously up and down the poles, performing one difficult move after another. Headstands, like Scorpio, Gemini, Inverted V, Iguana, Butterfly Extended, Dragonfly, Superwoman, Leg Hang, and The Bat.

The part with the whip spurred them on to the wildest convulsions, as if the whips were slapping their bodies.

It looked easy, but it demanded everything from the dancers.

But they loved showing off their naked bodies. Some figures allowed the dancers to proudly present their shaved pussies to the audience. Others enable them to rub their pussies lustfully against the pole or make fucking movements against it.

We paid instructors from Studio Dora, which offered all forms of erotic dance.

Belly dancing wasn't very popular at the time, but the 'hole dance' was, which involved standing, kneeling, and lying down in as provocative a manner as possible to show off your fuck holes and turn on the audience. Spreading pussy and asshole for the audience and masturbating until you almost reach climax.

Rita and I assessed the performance of our five best pole dancers from Rita's Mansion. It was remarkable how talented they were. These girls were exceptional, but even the average graduate of our training program performed admirably.

Pole dancing was only a small part of the training the girls received from us. We could rightly be proud of training the best three-hole mares, sex toys and pain whores. We had achieved certification and were now officially permitted to offer a slut training program with a diploma.

We had already rejected an offer from Daddy House Inc., which would have paid nine times what I had invested. But for me, it wasn't about the money. The most important thing was that Rita and I had a job that fulfilled us.

It had been a week since the monthly show had taken place. Once again, it was a great success in terms of audience numbers, and four television stations broadcasted it live. They also use our video recordings from the close-up cameras above the stage. The directors like to use close-ups to make everything look more realistic.

Just think of a branding scene. You see the white-hot branding iron in close-up, while a second camera captures the victim's facial expression. The endless moment of pressing it onto the skin. The trembling, the suppressed screams, the tears.

The television audience sees everything on their plasma screens. The same goes for the reactions of the audience, the wild sex scenes that usually accompany the action on stage. Wear a mask if you don't want your face on TV. But very few people do that; most visitors are proud to fuck life on TV. When millions of strangers see your cock in a slave's ass, what's the big deal?

The music had faded, and the dancers had finished their performance. Rita and I applauded.

"Bravo! Good girls," I shouted. These five desirable naked creatures bowed before me and beamed at me, each one a jewel.

"But I want to see the whole thing again, and this time pay attention to your facial expressions. I know it's incredibly exhausting for you, but no one wants to see that in your little faces. The customers want to see only Joy and dedication.

Come on, show me those happy faces. Yes, that's fine. So, back to the poles. Rita and I have the whole day, by the way. Music!"

The beautiful naked bodies climbed the poles again. What a fantastic sight.

They had been almost perfect anyway. But I wanted to play around a little. Besides, I was rock hard from the performance. I intended to drive them up and down the poles until they were desperate and then fuck them.

But something was still missing. I looked at Rita, and she just said 'fidgeting'. Yes, that was brilliant. I called reception and ordered 10 pieces of ginger cut into phallic shapes.

The girls bowed, exhausted and sweaty from the second round of their performance, when Lola, the reception girl, arrived.

"Attention," I said, pointing to the tray, "girls, help yourselves." They obediently stuffed their fuck holes with the ginger. Good for them that they didn't bat an eyelid and put on their happiest faces. "Now, for the third attempt, up onto the bars, let the music start! Dancers, this time with more spice!"

With a ginger phallus in their ass and one in their pussy, they climbed back up the pole to the angry voice of Cane Daddy: "Dripping wet, dripping wet, dripping wet, dripping wet. Rara Rarara."

The mucous membranes quickly absorbed the ginger, and their pussies and assholes surly burned like crazy. Their faces were frozen in laughing doll grimaces. Hahaha, the fucking movements on the poles became extremely enthusiastic.

I announced the interim results to the exhausted dancers at the end of their performance.

No. 2, a blonde sex bomb with fake tits and a toned body, and No. 5, a black Amazon who looked like Halle Berry at twenty, were the winners and were allowed to pleasure Rita and me orally.

The other three went back up the poles. A fully tattooed redhead, a slim black-haired woman who resembled the porn actress Amber Rayne, and a Chinese woman with a skinny body like a gymnast continued dancing.

Half an hour later, the air was thick with sweat, and their movements had slowed. Their faces were contorted, and their limbs were trembling as they gasped for air.

I had already given the sex bomb my seed. Aaahh, what lustful spurts down her throat.

'Halle' now had my tool in her mouth and forced it down her throat. Her face was still splattered with Rita's squirt.

"How are you feeling, Rita?" I asked. "Are you tired of hearing this song too?" She nodded with a groan because the blonde bombshell artfully flicked her forked tongue in Rita's slit, and I reached for the remote and played another song.

The Greatest by Sia began to play. The dancers attempted a smooth transition.

With trembling hands and limbs, nothing looked easy anymore; they were exhausted, sweating blood. But none of them stopped.

Uh-oh, running out of breath,

but I

Oh, I got stamina...

How extremely fitting

Should we wait until the first one collapses? No, after The Greatest ended, I told them to come down. They were allowed to freshen up and watch their colleagues satisfy Rita and me.

'Halle' soon had a lot to swallow, but she beamed at me as if I were her Prince Charming. This turned Rita on so much that she let herself go too. She was even louder than I. She swore even more obscenely. "Swallow every last drop, fuck whore, and so on..."

Afterwards, we thanked them for the performance, ordered them to air out the room and disappear into the shower.

"Has a decision been made in the competition Lucia was nominated for yet?" My lovely Rita asked me as we strolled to the reception desk.

"No, all events until the end of the month will be considered. However, her performance as a pain slut on our show was truly amazing, and she would deserve to win the first prize at the

Sexiest Pain Slut of the Month."

Rita laughed, "But she wasn't pretending; she had lost consciousness three times from the pain. There was nothing Oscar-worthy about it. The poor thing suffered terribly."

"Yes, and she was beautiful," I said admiringly. "Her quiet whimpering during the branding of her labia was so sexy, Rita, I'm telling you, you're missing out. Have my initials branded on your labia. You'll see, it's an unforgettable experience."

"Sorry, Master, you can't have everything. Men despise those who give in too easily. So, if you want to whip my cunt, anytime. Burn it? Never!"

"I'm not giving up hope, Rita. Someday my cock will be stuck in your tight asshole while your labia are adorned with my name. You'll bite the slave leather while you do it. Your tears will flow, and it will smell like grilled meat."

"And before that, I must fuck the handle of the branding iron and humiliate myself in front of the audience as a pain slut." I noticed that Rita was slowly getting into it.

We had reached the reception desk, where a pretty redhead with a ringed pussy was serving as 'the doormat'. She was waiting to be fingered and teased. Rita absentmindedly played with the rings on the redhead's labia, her slit glistening with moisture. "Aaahh, thank you, Mistress," whispered the bound woman.

I had slipped vampire gloves over my right hand and grabbed her buttocks firmly. She squealed. Alternately squeezing and slapping, after a short time her ass was bright red from the contact with the spikes. After a while, I turned my attention to her tits.

Rita was now working on her already sore ass with a narrow paddle. From moans to painful cries, from hot looks to tears. The redhead writhed in her bonds but was held firmly in the spread-eagle position.

I now played with her slit with my other hand, stimulating her while I gently squeezed her breasts. She came towards me, gave me grateful looks and moaned lustfully. Rita had put on a strap-on penis and approached the redhead from behind.

The rubber cock had already disappeared between her buttocks and was sliding in and out of her arsehole. The redhead closed her eyes and moaned wildly, my fingers playing with her clit. Together we brought the slut to orgasm. She became quite loud and wild in her bonds, then she screamed out her pleasure.

Anne and Lola had not let themselves be influenced by their work at the reception desk; a few customers had come and gone. A new girl, who had been forced to strip naked outside the door, was now being led in on a leash by Anne. With eyes wide with joy, she looked at the scene of forced orgasm. I was sure she longed for exactly this kind of treatment.

Now, a trainer came over and took the leash. "You're the new fuck meat, follow me."

Like all our trainers, Lajos was a muscular guy who performed his duties with his upper body bare. His only uniform was long black leather trousers and a dog whip.

"My name is Sophie, Sir," said the woman, who was about 40 years old with a slim body and firm breasts.

"From now on, your name is Fuck Meat, is that clear? Now come here.

No, not like that, you stupid cunt, on your knees. And now on all fours. From this moment on, you're my dog."

'Fuck Meat' obeyed and got down on all fours. She blushed and looked a little shocked, as if she was about to burst into tears. But as she trudged behind the trainer, I saw her provocatively wiggling her bum.

The slut must have gotten wet.

Lajos would have so much fun with her;

I was sure she would soon be barking for him.

Rita looked at me questioningly. "You didn't recognise her, did you?"

"No, who was that?"

"Think of the television series Downton Abbey, the kitchen maid Daisy, 5 feet 2 inches tall, blue eyes, medium blonde hair."

"What? That's Sophie Mc... I can't remember the name"

"Her name is Sophie McShera, and her new boyfriend wants her to train here."

"That's amazing, she must love him very much."

"I think she's just a submissive bitch who has found her calling."

Anne from reception came over with a letter for Rita. "It's for you, Mistress."

Rita looked at the sender. She said, "Master the result of the DNA analysis."

"Damn it!

Now I'll find out if the professor is my Dad.

Come on, Rita. Let's go to the park where we won't be disturbed."

We sat on the same bench where Rita had given me a hand job to collect my sample for the test a few weeks ago.

Rita kissed me and whispered, "No matter what the result, nothing will change my love for you, Sir."

I steeled myself, then opened the envelope and scanned the text. There it was: no match.

"It's not the professor; the resemblance is purely coincidental."

"Are you relieved, Sir?"

"Yes, I suppose so. Imagine if my ex had been my half-sister."

I pulled myself together.

"At least now we don't have to be considerate. If the professor shows his bad side, I'll throw him out. No matter how much his daughters love and desire him."

"When you speak so energetically, Master... You know that always makes me so horny. She pulled up her short skirt and looked at me pleadingly. Look how wet I am, Sir, please have mercy on your little slave."

I tore her blouse off, her beautiful breasts swung freely, and I kissed her passionately. She pressed herself against me and I pushed my rock-hard cock against her. Rita opened my trousers and pulled them down along with my underpants. My cock landed between her breasts with a swing; she was quite a bit smaller than me.

I groaned when I felt her warm, soft skin. Now we were both naked. After all, it was our park. You could see the bench from the manor. If anyone wanted to watch, they could; we didn't care. She pushed me back onto the bench and sat down on my cock. I slid into this wet cave, this heat.

She covered my face with wet kisses. Licked my lips, my nose, my ears. She whispered, "fuck me, fuck me hard."

"Oh, Rita, you're so beautiful, you smell so sexy, and everything feels so good." She sat quietly on top of me, milking my cock with her pussy muscles and giving me her hottest look.

I squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples. Now she became wild again, riding me passionately, my cock almost completely visible, then she rammed it back inside her, panting and moaning.

I stood up and grabbed her tightly, then walked around the bench with her, continuing to fuck her. Her breasts bounced up and down, she screamed with pleasure and scratched my back.

"You little fucking whore," I shouted, "I'm taking you to the chamber. The forge is already hot, and the branding iron is glowing." As I said this, I pierced her with my best Genghis Khan stare.

Now she was twitching, her eyes wide open, an animalistic gasp escaping her mouth, her legs wrapped around mine and she was now fucking back, frantically fast, then she screamed and came.

I held her tight and moved my pelvis gently. Then I sat back down on the bench and held her tight. I whispered in her ear, "You're beautiful, Rita. You're the most beautiful and horniest woman in the world. I love you."

She needed some time to recover. Then she looked at me tenderly and said, "I want to pamper you until your hot juice squirts out. I want you to feel like a king, please tell me, how do you want me, Master?"

"I would love to cum in all your holes at the same time to mark you as my slut.

But for a start, your beautiful mouth will have to suffice." I tapped her lips lightly; she opened them and smiled at me.

Then she begged for my juice. "Please, Sir, I need it, I want it, please fill my mouth with it."

She was now kneeling in front of me, naked and beautiful. "Open your mouth," I ordered. She opened as wide as possible and waited for further instructions. "Swallow my cock!"

She obeyed and my cock was 100% in bliss. I was already buried deep in her throat, feeling her tongue licking my balls. Her tender gaze fixed on me. Her face flushed, a single tear rolled down her cheek.

I wanted it to last forever, I wanted to savour every second. But I could feel the juices already building up. Now she moved her head back and my cock was at the mercy of her nimble tongue in her mouth; I could feel her breathing deeply. Her face was already dark red. I knew she had done apnoea training to get better at deepthroating.

With less well-built men, you could breathe through your nose while performing deep throating. But the horse-dick types blocked the air supply. Now she took me deep again. I breathed in the fresh park air with relish, no air for her, her tongue on my balls. Her face was dark red. It had been two minutes, and now my cock slid back again, from one tight moist cave into another wet hole.

She breathed deeply again. Oh, endless pleasure for my cock. I didn't feel guilty that it was hard for her. For every slut, satisfying her Master was the most important thing. 'HE' had to have a nice climax. Suffering for an even better orgasm was perfectly normal.

The harder I made it for her, the prouder she could be afterwards. I knew she loved me even more when I acted like a macho man. I grabbed her hair with both hands and moved her head up and down on my cock. I used her as a masturbation aid.

Brutal, fast and faster, ignoring her gagging noises. Yes, that was good, now I could feel it, she was my fuck slave, now the juice was rising, pushing out, it was going to be an eruption, I trembled, roared, "Whore, whore, whore. Ahhhhhh" and shot my load into her mouth. I saw her red and tear-stained face. "Aaahh, good girl, what a wonderful face fuck that was."

She had laid her cheek on my thigh, still kneeling. I waited to relax, but my cock was still rock hard after cumming, damn it. Rita noticed my problem. She smiled at me and looked delighted. "

That's how I always want it, Sir. Can I sit on it, please? You haven't been in my dirty hole yet. "She turned her back to me, sat down on it and wiggled her ass to get it deeper inside her. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. Now she was riding me and cheering, "Yes, yes, yes, so good, so hot, thank you, Sir, fuck me, I want to be your fuck slut, give it to me hard."

I was close to cumming again, oh how this woman turned me on. One hole is as pleasant as the other, plus her phenomenal sex drive. She noticed my arousal and started playing with her slit, her clit. She moved her arse up and down faster and faster, continuing to sing her horny song, "Yes, yes, yes, Ahhhhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming, mhhh, fuck,"

She trembled and threw herself around me. Now there was no stopping me either. I pumped her arsehole full. Such wonderful thrusts, squirts, thrusts, I didn't want to stop.

She turned around, hugged me, kissed me passionately, and pushed her tongue into my mouth. My cock was still hard in her ass. Now the juice was running out of her. We continued kissing and hugging. Slowly, the climax began to subside, and my cock slid out of her. Thank God it went limp; I was afraid I was going to have a permanent hard-on.

After a while, we got dressed and walked back to the mansion hand in hand. It was time for a little refreshment.

Rita and I ordered some snacks. I enjoyed a glass of the finest Merlot, while Rita opted for a Chardonnay.

I cleared my throat, then said, "That test made me curious, Rita. You've got me interested in genealogy. I used to accept that my father was unknown, but what if he wasn't? What if someone knows the truth?

There's an aunt I haven't spoken to in more than ten years. I called her; she doesn't live far away, and I have an appointment at her house at 2 p. m. Would you like to come with me to Aunt Luise, the black sheep?"

"I'd love to, Sir, if you want me to come along."

"Then it's settled, we'll leave at one pm."

I asked the doctor to update me on Irene's health status just as he was about to leave the mansion.

"She is still weak and has some nerve irritations in the abdominal area, and some sensory disorders. But with the good care she is receiving, I believe it will improve in a few weeks." The doctor answered.

Good care in the Princess Suite of Rita's mansion, I thought. Three was exempt from all slave duties and took loving care of her girlfriend. What the good doctor hadn't mentioned was that Irene was no longer able to orgasm. At least not now.

Three had told me this in tears a few days ago. Despite trying everything, Irene couldn't feel anything. Had her nerves been destroyed?

Or had something happened in her head, too much pain, and now she couldn't feel any desire anymore?

As therapy, a psychologist had suggested no more explicit sexual stimulation. Only gentle touches on the neck, face, stroking the hair and stroking the hands. Full-Body Massages and aromatherapy.

Three did all this for her friend, who initially seemed quite apathetic. Now, some life had returned to Irene. One had the feeling that she was enjoying being pampered by her lover. Three cooked her delicacies and fed them to her, listened to her favourite music with her and read to her from books.

They slept in one bed, Irene snuggling up to Three like a little girl.

We hadn't visited Irene yet; she needed her rest. She didn't mention the tragedy of Slave Island, nor did anyone else mention it to her.

What was reported in the news was shocking: over four hundred and fifty bodies had been found, some in terrible condition. Almost all of the female guests, the female staff, the hotel whores and the female slaves on the island had been kidnapped, and there was no trace of them. The few survivors had hidden and reported hearing gunshots and the screams of the victims.

The perpetrators were some kind of terrorist militia, some of whom were even child soldiers. Who was behind it? There was speculation, but no one claimed responsibility.

The fate of the victims? Sex slavery? Yes, probably, since most of the women had already been sex slaves. However, this was voluntarily.

On some darknet sites, there were reports of a tech billionaire who was allegedly planning to realise his project of galley slaves.

The video of a rowing galley full of naked, chained women who were forced by whipping to row. On the foredeck, there was a tent where he and his cronies sexually abused and tortured other female slaves. Maybe a fake?

Chapter 35

Enchanted

After lunch, Rita and I set off to visit my aunt. We took the convertible and drove through the suburbs in high spirits. Soon, we reached the countryside. Fields and forests flew by, and the roads became narrower and more winding.

Finally, the GPS indicated that we were almost there. It was the only house far and wide, nestled among old trees and hidden behind green hedges. I pressed the bell button on the garden fence, and suddenly, a stately dog stood there watching us motionless.

"That's a Caucasian Shepherd, a herd protection dog," I said. "Be careful, it doesn't bark, it bites."

Finally, the front door opened, and a slender little woman with a certain resemblance to actress Scarlett Johansson stepped out.

She wore a short, revealing red kimono. Her beautiful, sun-kissed legs and deep neckline were on display.

She cried, "Leo, no!" The Caucasian dog trotted away.

"Please come in, I've been expecting you."

"This is Rita, Aunt Luise," I said after we had kissed each other on the cheeks. She shook Rita's hand and cheerfully said, "Welcome, I saw you both on television."

"Now I'm supposed to blush?" Rita replied.

"Not at all, my dear, it's wonderful kinky entertainment and I'm not a prude. My vibrator is working overtime during your show." Her brown eyes looked friendly. "Please come in, let's go out onto the terrace, I've prepared some refreshments."

We sat on the terrace overlooking a well-kept garden with flowering shrubs and a meadow.

Further back was a greenhouse, and several benches under the trees for idlers to sit down.

We drank homemade elderflower juice, and Aunt Luise had engaged us in conversation. Seen up close, Luise was a bit shorter, slimmer and older than Scarlett, but she had the charisma of a film star. I found her extremely nice and normal. How did I come to have this prejudice about the black sheep of the family?

It must have come from my grandmother; after all, Luise was the daughter of my grandfather's first wife, so she was my mother's half-sister.

She was competitive with my grandmother, so any contact was avoided. I saw my aunt for the first time at the funeral of my mom and my grandparents, where she offered to meet me. Somehow, though, it never happened. Perhaps I was instinctively afraid of what she might tell me, so I didn't contact her.

But now I was ready.

"Then tell me, nephew, what is the purpose of your visit?" She looked me straight in the eyes.

" You are surely not here to see your old auntie." Her eyes flashed with mischief

"You're right, I have some questions for you, dear aunt, but you certainly don't look like an old aunt. You look amazing"

Rita added: "Yes, hot as hell!"

Luise's eyes flashed when she heard that. She stood up and opened her kimono, which fell to the floor, leaving her standing there completely naked. "What do you think of my body, 51 years old but well preserved, don't you think?"

She turned around once to give us a full view of her naked body.

"Wow, Luise, what a great bum! I think I'm in love," said Rita. "May I come closer?"

"Come on, both of you, I won't bite, nephew, you can touch my breasts, don't just stare at them."

She had caught me, her breasts were super-hot, and my gaze flickered back and forth between her shaved pubic area and her breasts.

Suddenly, I realised that my cock was rock hard, and our visit took an interesting turn.

I approached her, and her beautiful breasts pressed against me, her smooth slit glistening with moisture. She looked stunningly sexy, and after all, she was only my step-aunt, not real incest. I ripped off my T-shirt, shoes, trousers and underwear.

Now I pushed my cock against Luise's hot body. My glans pressed between her breasts. Yes, that felt great. she smelled of freshly washed skin and jasmine. Luise licked her lips and sighed.

Rita had also undressed and was leaning against Luise from behind, who was now trapped between our heated bodies. She moaned with pleasure.

I grabbed her thighs, lifted her and sat her without much ado on my cock. She cried out in surprise. I slid slowly into her. What a wet, hot slit, fuck! That felt good.

"Oh my God, nephew! You're tearing me apart, but please keep going, this is soooo hot."

"From now on, you can call me Master, Auntie."

Conveniently, there was a futon with blankets on the terrace, which we sank into together with Rita. She assisted us in our lovemaking by playing with our genitals. My balls and my aunt's arsehole took turns having dates with Rita's tongue.

Luise's tongue was going crazy in my mouth, and I could feel her fingernails on my back; she was a tigress. I thrust harder into her warm, wet hole, and she met me in rhythm. We panted and moaned. I had my hands around her breasts and squeezed them.

Rita somehow managed to lick my arsehole despite our fucking movements. I thrust faster into this beautiful woman, my aunt, and she came towards me.

Her eyes closed, in a high-pitched voice, "Ah, ah, ah, ah..."

Now I felt the juices building up, the tension rising, almost, almost...

FUCK!

Yes, Yes, Yes. A glorious climax. I hammered into my aunt's cunt.

"You sweet dirty whore, you wanted this!'"

"Yes, cum inside me, deep inside me, baby!" She rolled her eyes and screamed,

"Yes, yes, that's it, that's it, Jaauuuuhh... Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhh, she let herself go with audible pleasure. I felt her squirt, my God, what a hot slut of an aunt.

Rita had succeeded in cumming with us at the same time, it looked like a left-handed guitar solo played on her pussy, with her right hand squeezing her beautiful breasts. She screamed out her pleasure with us.

We lay pressed tightly together on the futon for some time, me in the middle, my hands left and right on the desirable female bodies. Possessive. Mine. Both looked at me lovingly.

A little later, as we were enjoying some refreshments, my aunt resumed the conversation.

"To answer your questions, dear nephew, I can tell you a few things about your grandfather."

"But actually, I wanted to ask you if you know who my father is," I replied. She looked at me for a long time. "You don't know anything," she sighed.

"I thought they would have told you at least that much. Your grandfather is your father, dear nephew.

BAM!

I looked surprised, and Rita let out a whistling sound.

"But", I began to stammer,

"No buts, dear nephew, Josef, your Grandfather was a sex addict and didn't even stop at his daughters. Interestingly, you don't look much like him, only the size of your nose and of your cock is like his," she laughed.

"How can you be sure that he was also having an affair with my mother?"

"Well, he just took what he wanted, and besides, I talked to your mother.

She visited me there a long time ago. We talked about our love for him, even though his feelings for us had already cooled down. After five passionate years, he had moved on."

I wanted to comment on that, but Luise continued speaking.

"But what he did to me in those five years," she gazed into space, lost in thought. Then she pulled herself together again.

"You can see for yourself. Come on, get dressed, I'll show you the dungeon."

Spotlights illuminated a stairwell. We slowly descended the stairs. Aunt Luise explained that her mother had become seriously ill and spent her last years in a sanatorium paid for by her grandfather.

She sighed, "I had just turned eighteen, finished school and lived here alone. My only visitor was my father, Josef, who brought me everything I needed. He shamelessly exploited my love for him and made me his fuck-toy. But I was keen to get away from here, experience something new and study."

We were standing in a kind of laundry room, also brightly lit, but it went even further.

"Then he became more and more demanding and enslaved me. From then on, I was locked up here." She pointed to a locked steel door.

"I dearly loved him, so I let him get away with far too much. I was like putty in his hands. Now I know that servitude exists."

She opened the steel door, and we stood in a windowless room. The headlights came on.

"This is the playroom; my 'home' was over there." She pointed to a cage with steel bars. I shuddered. Everything here was made of steel, cold and angular, and whips, leather straps, and other instruments of punishment hung everywhere. In the corner stood a wooden pony, a pillory in the other.

Luise stood visibly agitated in the middle of the room. "Here he trained me to be his fuck slave. There was no perversion I didn't have to participate in."

She closed her eyes and remembered, her voice sounding hoarse.

"I knelt in front of him, a ring gag in my mouth, he fucked my throat. When he tapped my forehead, I had to quickly change position, stand up, turn around, bend over, guide his cock into my anus with my hands tied and fuck myself."

I saw her naked in my mind's eye, kneeling in front of her father, and my cock reacted.

"He just stood there and enjoyed it. When he touched my butt cheek, I had to switch positions as quickly as possible. Ass to mouth and back, endlessly, he couldn't get enough. If you think I got a break after he came in my mouth, no, no. He could go right back to it."

Now she approached the cage, placed her hand on the metal bars and continued speaking.

"When he left me alone again and returned to his official residence, where he lived with your family, he locked me in the cage, and I never knew when he would return.

I was lost in the darkness.

Only a water bottle, a rough blanket, and a bucket with a lid for my waste.

I lay in the darkness, mostly freezing, forced to smell my stench. Nevertheless, I loved him, no matter what he did to me. Do you think I'm crazy?

"That happens when women love too much, right? You were ahead of your time, dear aunt," I replied. "Today, 90% of women feel the same way."

Rita lovingly placed her hand on my shoulder, and I continued,

"I didn't know this side of Grandpa Josef. For me, he was an inscrutable old man; even when he was friendly to me, I was afraid of him. He was also disappointed that I wasn't a girl.

But excuse me, dear Luise, I've interrupted you. Please continue."

"When he came back, he brought me food. But not enough, I was as thin as a rake back then. He also trained me to stay fit. I had to run naked from the house to the forest and back again, against the clock, repeatedly until I collapsed.

Once a month, he took me to the laundry room and hosed me down with ice-cold water from a high-pressure hose. Then he soaped me up with a rough brush and rinsed me off again with cold water.

I dreaded this appointment. He played on my fear of drowning. He tied me down on my back on a board, then lowered the board with my head until I was submerged in the cold water of the bathtub. When I thought I was suffocating, he pulled me out again. Breathe, cry, be submerged again. He played with my crack when I was immersed. Despite my fear of death, I usually came for him.

My aunt's story excited me involuntarily. "Did he punish you in other ways, too, dear Luise?"

"Oh, nephew, you're not trying to get a kick out of my suffering, are you?"

Rita burst out laughing, and I almost blushed. They caught me.

Luise came up to me, opened my fly and took out my erected cock.

"I could tell you a lot more, but you have to promise not to cum right away, okay?"

I muttered my agreement with a groan.

She had a pleasant, firm grip, her hands were cool, and she slowly masturbated me while looking into my eyes.

"Your grandfather had installed cameras around the cage, but I've removed all of them now. However, I kept waking up to spotlights shining on the cage, and my father demanded I put on a show for him. 'Be my cam girl, Luise, show me what you've got. Spread your cunt for me"'

Then I had to masturbate, but I wasn't allowed to come for what seemed like an eternity. I begged for release, which he usually granted me.

She slowly pushed my foreskin back and forth and continued.

"I imagine that after reading his grandson's bedtime story, he went into your mother's room and made love to his princess. He regularly mixed sleeping pills into your grandmother's evening tea so she wouldn't get in his way.

When he was done with your mother, he returned to his room. He treated himself to another cognac and a cigar and tortured his slave daughter.

But I didn't know that then, only later when he lost interest in both of us. He was probably barking at a new moon.

My dear nephew, you were four years old, and your mother visited me here with you. You probably don't remember, but you were playing in the garden."

She jerked off my cock while she continued her story.

"I was free again and had finally started studying psychology. But I never got my degree. Anyway, your mother and I had an interesting conversation.

The worst part was that we both missed your grandfather's love. Neither of us looked for a new relationship or love; we had one-night stands, got fucked by strangers.

But you wanted to know what else I had to endure. I'll tell you; he whipped me with every single one of the instruments here, canes, belts, paddles, whips...

He left marks, but he didn't whip me until I bled.

I had to sit on the wooden pony and serve my punishment there. Often just for his amusement. He tried everything on my body, including electric shocks, nettles, and crocodile clips."

I was now quite aroused and close to climax. I stood with my eyes shut and listened intently to my aunt's stories.

"I can see you're excited about that, nephew. You're just as cruel as he is. I'd love to have a demanding Lord again. A handsome man, tall and strong and younger than me. I would do anything for someone like him."

Rita had come up and kissed me while playing with my nipples. "Looks like we've found a new disciple for you, my Lord.' She emphasised the word "Lord" ironically. "Yes, go on, my Duchess," I encouraged Rita, trying to be ironic too, and Luise also quickened her efforts.

Luise whispered, "Your grandfather stuck a candle in my cunt and then lit it. He watched the candle burn down and the hot wax torment me. Then the hot flame..."

That was too much. She had teased me until I was hurtling towards ecstasy. My semen spurted high into the air, raining down in droplets again. I shouted out with pleasure.

"Lord, you can even make it rain for me," Luise moaned in my ear.

She still held my cock firmly in her grip and pressed her warm, soft body against me.

"Oh, Luise," I moaned, "wouldn't you like to work for us as a trainer?"

"No, I want to start at the bottom, as a humble slave. Don't worry, I can afford the training with you."

We left the basement and enjoyed the pleasantly warm air upstairs.

"If you are going to live with us in the future, "What are you doing with the property here and with Leo?" asked Rita, proving her practical sense as always.

"I'm just looking after Leo for a friend, who will pick him up the day after tomorrow when he gets back from holiday. I have a few ideas for the property. It could be used as a dependency of Rita's mansion. The woods here are usually deserted. It would be a great place for outdoor slave training."

Rita and I exchanged surprised glances.

"Also, a large part of the forest up to the small lake belongs to me anyway. There is only one access road from the outside, where a barrier could be erected with a sign indicating that it is private property. Then we would be undisturbed in our activities."

"Do you have the faintest idea, dearest Auntie, what these activities might be?

"Girls running naked with their breasts bound, over rough terrain, chased by men who want to grab and use them."

I whistled appreciatively, Luise continued.

"Girls hanging upside down with their legs spread wide apart from ropes tied to tree branches, their mouths at the height of the men's penises.

A nice throat fuck, their tits roughly grabbed, and their hanging bodies moved back and forth, cock in and out, in and out... Do you like that idea better, nephew?"

I looked at her appreciatively, "Great, Auntie, one could whip their helpless cunts to climax, but please keep talking."

"I am free. I am unattached. I am ready for any adventure. The only condition is that you both accept me as your slave. "

With that, she pulled the kimono over her head, knelt naked before us and waited silently for our verdict.

"Oh, I don't know, Rita," I said mischievously, 'we already have old ugly women as slaves."

"You're right, Master, but many men are attracted to such worn-out sluts with sagging breasts."

"Well, we could chain her up at the back entrance so all the tramps can have a go at her."

"Do you think we could charge two euros for that?"

"Look, it's turning her on, the way she's grinding back and forth, rubbing her slit on the floor. What a disgusting whore. She's going to leave a wet spot."

"Do you think she's into pain, too? We could use her in the next Pain-Slut -Show."

"Your body is completely free of tattoos and piercings. How about a brand as a welcome gift?" I addressed Luise directly. She answered with a moan.

Rita answered instead of her, "Good idea, how about 'slut' above your cunt?"

Luise was now grinding even faster, moaning, one hand had found its way to her slit, she was lying face down on the floor and rubbing herself off.

Judging by the sounds she was making, she was close.

"Stop it!" I shouted. "You don't deserve it yet!" She stopped immediately and lay still, panting heavily.

"Slave, run to the cellar and bring us everything you can find that's made of wood." She jumped up and ran downstairs naked without hesitation.

Returning with a bundle of canes in her hands, her slit glistened tellingly. Talking her down and threatening her with punishment had made her horny.

Rita and I grabbed two sticks and swung them alternately left and right through the air. Luise stood naked in front of us with her eyes downcast and her arms crossed behind her back. Her body was already anticipating the smacking of the canes, her nostrils quivering with excitement, a single drop of her juices running down her thigh.

She was so beautiful in her perfect humility.

I felt great anticipation, my cock pounding with lust. Rita had already undressed, and I followed her example.

"Standing spread-eagled position, slave, and don't move"

We were now able to strike her with both hands simultaneously at the front and back, and she felt the blows of four canes raining down on her, the nerves overwhelmed by pain. She screamed but held her position. Then we took it easier and punished her with just one stick, using the other hand to stimulate ourselves or each other.

In any case, we were deaf to her screaming, whimpering, and begging. She had to endure it; it would be her entrance test. A slave had to be able to endure things. If necessary, more than she was prepared to, much more.

Her plump arse was embellished with welts, her back, her breasts, her thighs, even her calves. Repeatedly, she flinched under the blows, only to resume the required position, trembling, crying, but with delightful obedience.

Thank you, Grandfather, for this gift you have given me, a well-trained slave.

For the finale, we demanded that she say "I'm a cunt, I deserve this" with every stroke. Uttering these words between her cries was an additional humiliation for her.

It was getting dark when Rita and I drove back. The top was closed; it was already cool. We were both so happy, and our smiles showed it! My aunt had passed the test, and we had rubbed her down with cooling lotion afterwards.

That had made all three of us horny again, I had licked my aunt's slit, and she had stuck her tongue in Rita's wet cave. Rita pampered my cock, and we formed the perfect pretzel. I pleased Luise endlessly. Her velvety grotto, I tasted her juices and had her musky scent in my nose. A divine discharge into Rita's beautiful mouth was my reward.

This would not be our last visit; we had announced that we would arrive the following weekend. Our plan was to explore the outdoor areas first, and then assess what renovations would be necessary to convert Luise's country house into a guest house.

Rita watched me from the side as I steered the car through the evening traffic. "What?" I asked her.

"Master, are you shocked, now that you know your father?" She asked me.

"A little," I replied.

"Do you regret our investigation?"

"No darling, not in the slightest, I discovered that we weren't just an ordinary family, but something special. We were ahead of time. Nowadays, this happens every day in Daddy Houses, openly and legally. Daughters are impregnated by their Daddies. Polygamy is allowed and indicates a man's social status."

Rita replied, "The only thing that separates us from barbarism is consent and the age of consent. Under 18 is illegal, and it's strictly enforced."

But my thoughts went in a different direction: "What makes me inconsolable is that I can no longer talk to my mother about this. After talking to Luise, I now know aspects of my mother that I didn't know before. She wasn't as bad as I thought she was."

"Do you believe you could have gotten as close to her as you did to your Aunt Luise today?" she asked me with a mischievous grin.

"Rita, seriously?" I asked, shocked. Then I realised that I had become aroused. At least part of me wouldn't have minded. I was in love with my mother when I was a boy. The more she ignored me, the more I loved her. She had been a beautiful woman who always smelled seductive.

After her goodnight kiss, which I still received even as a sixteen-year-old, she left me, and I knew exactly what she would do with that mouth later that evening. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about her and my unfulfilled dreams.

Would I be able to love her like a mother, or would I get back at her today, humiliate her, fuck her like a whore...

I didn't dare tell Rita that. But she looked at me knowingly and said, "I understand you, my poor darling."

Chapter 36

Stripped Of Everything.

I had prepared perfectly for the weekend at Luise's country house. With the help of Google Maps and the land registry office, I discovered just how big my aunt's property was. It was enormous -- you could run for an hour in one direction and still not reach the other end!

Almost the entire area was densely wooded, with a lake, many ponds and the nearest houses miles away; only paths led through the thicket. I had already loaded the van with the heavy chains, neck, hand, and foot rings. I had also prepared two wooden carrying baskets to strap them to.

I wanted to have fun with Rita and Luise as naked, chained beasts of burden. At the same time, it was also an experiment to see how far this could be incorporated into a future 'leisure activity.'

I also had our lawyers draw up Luise's slave contract. That was quick, as there were enough sample contracts available. Ten years ago, such contracts would still have been illegal in the civilised world, but progress had made it possible.

Luise handed over, unconditionally and irrevocably, all her possessions, real estate, shares, company shares, bank and cash assets to Rita's Mansion. Entries and transfers will be made based on this contract.

At the same time, she transferred all rights to her body and soul to me and the 'Rita's Manor Company'.

Use of her body, sexual use, abuse, modifications, punishment, almost everything was permitted

.

She would come to me as a naked slave, with no possessions and no rights. Completely at my mercy and whim. And, at the mercy of all those I entrusted with her training, supervision and punishment.

But that wouldn't happen until Monday, so we wanted to enjoy the weekend first. We had breakfast on the terrace of Luise's country house and chatted about this and that.

"I have to confess something to you, dear nephew," she finally said. "It's a little embarrassing, but I want you to know. I've been in menopause for a year now" It was uncomfortable for her.

"But my feelings for you and our wonderful sex have reawakened me. As soon as you left, my period started again. I feel like a young girl once more. Don't worry, it's over now, I'm clean for you, my darling."

"My Master can do magic," Rita said jokingly, but she looked at me in such a way that I knew she meant it.

I smiled at Luise, "It's an honour, dear aunt, that I have such an effect on you. But you've also completely enchanted me with your beauty and sexy vibes.

This weekend is our honeymoon; Later, there will be no more nephews and darlings. From Monday onwards, you will only address me respectfully as Sir or Master Double-u. You know this, don't you?"

"Don't worry, dear nephew, I know what is expected of me. Just the thought of being enslaved by you makes me so hot."

Rita had finished breakfast. "Shall I empty the boot, Sir? "When I looked at her questioningly, she said, 'You know you can't hide anything from me."

"That's a shame," I said. "It was supposed to be a surprise. But never mind, bring everything here"

Rita struggled to bring the chains and rings. She had to go back to fetch the two baskets.

"I think you know what's expected of you, right?" I looked at them defiantly.

They had already started to undress. It was a pleasant, warm morning; it wouldn't even be cold in the forest today.

Then they helped each other put on the chains. The neck, arm and leg rings clicked into place. When Luise and Rita were chained, I grabbed the keys and put them in my pocket. The baskets were full of picnic utensils, ropes, whips, and a cattle prod.

The two of them looked stunningly sexy, the chains, the rings, the baskets, their naked bodies, and the hot looks they gave me.

Let's see when the soles of their bare feet would start to hurt, the rings cutting into their skin, the chains pinching them, the baskets pressing against their naked backs. The distance to the lake shore is about three miles. Let's see what conditions they would be in. I had planned some activities for them there, and we still had to make the return journey.

I was equipped with hiking boots, shorts and a T-shirt. I had my smartphone in my trouser pocket; I would take some videos of our newbie, Luise, later for our website. Now I took it out to navigate and find the route.

I made sure everything was ready, the cattle prod was in Rita's basket at the top, next to the dog whip. But I wouldn't need it just yet; my mules were visibly excited and happy about the trip. After a few minutes, we entered the narrow forest path. I let Luise go ahead; she knew the way best. A pleasant coolness under the shady trees and soft forest floor welcomed us.

It was like travelling back in time; this scene could have taken place in the Middle Ages. A landowner or nobleman took two serfs with him to enjoy himself with them in a forest clearing.

Rita and Luise struggled with the chains, the straps of the carrying baskets cutting into their shoulders. I admired the two beautiful bodies moving gracefully before me on the path. What lovely buttocks, sometimes part of their shaved labia was visible.

"Faster, you sluts, the path is good enough, run, I want to see you sweat."

The rattling of their chains accompanied us now, their asses moved seductively, the soles of their feet became visible. I got hard.

After half an hour, I let them stop. They were panting and sweating, both red in the face, but their nipples were erect with excitement.

"We'll take a short break, you can take off the baskets." Groaning, they freed themselves from the straps, red pressure marks becoming visible.

I took two water bottles from Rita's basket, poured some over their heads and gave them a drink.

Rita noticed the bulge in my trousers and asked, "Please, Master, may I relieve you?"

I opened my fly and presented my hard cock to them. "Come here, you sluts, kneel next to each other. I'm going to use your holes alternately.

When they came so close to me, I could smell their sweat but also their arousal. Both had their mouths wide open, and I abused both mouth cunts with great lust. I twisted and pinched their nipples roughly and enjoyed the sounds they made.

Now it was time to switch again. Luise left her mouth wide open, her saliva running down her chin. She looked like a lunatic. Now deep in Rita's throat, aaahh, what a pleasure to look into her brown eyes, while face-fucking her.

I thrust faster, Grkh, Grkh, Grkh, the quiet gagging sounds were music to my ears. I was already close, Grkh, Grkh, Grkh, Grkh, Grkh, Luise panted with excitement next to me.

The chains clanked, beautiful slave flesh, bound and usable,

I almost crushed Rita's nipple.

NOW!

YES! you sluts, whores!

Jesus, I was coming so strong,

I pulled my cock out and shot the first load into Rita's face. Then the second into Luise's. I wanted to mark their faces with my jizz.

I came and came, and it all went on their faces. "That stays there," I ordered, "sluts like you are only perfect with cum on your faces."

I allowed them to close their upper fuck holes again. "Let's go, come on, pick up the baskets and run. I was now behind them with the cattle prod.

Luise struggled ahead, Rita behind her, both soon panting and sweating again. The ground was more difficult, there were more tree roots and stones, and I heard quiet cries of pain from my two barefoot slaves.

The chains hindered them as they ran, the chain links hitting them all over their bodies as they moved, the basket scraping roughly against their bare backs.

The weight they were carrying was now becoming more noticeable. The chains, rings and baskets weighed at least 30 pounds for each one. How long would they be able to hold out? Knowing I would not tolerate weakness, they gritted their teeth and continued.

Finally, they reached the lake. Panting, their arms resting on their hips, they stood on the shore, waiting for my orders.

"Well done, my mules," I praised them, "you can take off the baskets now. Drink some water, then set up the deckchair and parasol for me, prepare my snack and a glass of wine, I'll go into the water for a quick dip to cool off." The two obeyed, their faces sticky, sweaty and bright red.

The sight made me rock hard again, but despite my erection, I jumped into the water to cool off.

Outside again, I sat down, took a sip of cool Chardonnay and nibbled on the snacks. "You two stink, it's unbearable. Here's the key, free yourselves from the chains and take a bath".

They jumped up immediately and helped each other. Many pressure marks were visible under the rings they had removed. Then they curtsied in front of me, hand in hand, and jumped into the water, giggling. They had earned it. They splashed and romped around. Then they came to the shore.

Rita and Luise remained in the water. They kissed tenderly. Soon they began to embrace, caress and kiss more passionately. As they did so, they glanced furtively at my erection.

"Why are you hiding in the water?

Hey!

Come out, my beauties, spread the blanket and let me watch your dirty deeds."

They climbed out, shook off the water and spread the blanket together. Then they stood there and looked at me. Rita finally pouted, "Why don't you come onto the blanket too, Sir? It's more fun with you." Luise nodded eagerly.

I jumped up, my cock springing up, then lay down on my back in the middle of the blanket.

"Luise to my face, Rita to my cock, pussies ready and sit down. Then kiss each other while I fuck you with my cock and tongue."

No sooner said than done, their still dripping wet bodies felt pleasantly cool on my skin, I felt my cock sliding into Rita's wet hot slit while I had Luise's cave in close-up in front of me. Her juices glistened, and I was eager to taste her.

Oh, damn, hot, spicy, salty, a little metallic. Of course, Luise had just had her period. It didn't bother me; she bled for me.

She smelled wonderful, and my tongue was now playing in her vagina, searching for her G-spot. The two of them pushed their tongues into each other's mouths, and I heard them moan with lust.

Rita rode me with slow, lascivious movements, her pussy muscles milking my cock, which I moaned into Luise's cunt. Now I worked on her clitoris, the little stem had become stiff, Luise's hips moved with me, she moaned hoarsely. I became more and more aroused, what a heavenly fuck, I clasped Luise's ass cheeks, experiencing the two beautiful bodies with all my senses.

All three of us were close to climax, I knew Luise would squirt like a fountain, and I didn't mind it turned me on. Her juices in my mouth, why not? I wasn't going to deny myself anything if I enjoyed it.

Her clitoris twitched, her labia felt like velvet, and the first drops bubbled out of her. What a wild smell and taste. Now I exploded, thrusting violently into Rita's pussy from below. She gave me every thrust back, panting.

FUCK!

How good I came...

discharging and discharging again...

... and Luise squirted, holding my head between her thighs, screaming as if she were being impaled, rubbing her pussy against my face.

I swallowed, still discharging...

Rita joined in, writhing, moaning, then she cried out, "Master!"

We lay on the blanket as if numb, pressed tightly together, and only after some time, I consciously heard the birds singing and the rustling of the nearby forest again. A dragonfly buzzed over the lake. It was pure idyll.

We caressed each other, Rita's head lay on my stomach, her hair tickling my half limp cock. Luise's head lay on my chest; she looked at me lovingly.

After a while, we fortified ourselves with the snack, finished the wine and enjoyed being together.

This weekend was still just a carefree game. Starting next week, Luise had to go her way, the path of complete enslavement that I had laid out for her. This path that she so ardently desired.

It was the path her father, my grandfather, had set the foundation for. He had awakened and trained the slave within her. Now this part of her had been dormant for a long time.

Was it a form of midlife crisis that she wanted to experience submission again? To see if she could, once again, experience this feeling of total surrender to a foreign will. To enjoy this rollercoaster ride of emotions.

"Luise, please put the chains back on for the video."

She did so and with Rita's help, she stood there with the neck, arm and leg rings.

"Now tie her tits with the rubber rings," Rita did it at once, Luise gasped. Yes, that looked good. Soon they would be purple.

The black horse tail was attached to a massive butt plug. Luise struggled to insert it. Now, just the bells with the clamps on her nipples. '

"Now run on the stand, Luise! Good girl, pull your knees up higher, just like that."

The chains rattled, the bells jingled, and soon you could hear Luise's breathing.

"Rita, please give her a few lashes across the buttocks." She grabbed the dog whip and struck. Now I switched the button to record the video.

Luise moved faster. Her bound tits bounced up and down. 'Smack, jingle, rattle.' Now my voice: "Hello, dear friends of Rita's Manor. I am pleased to introduce a new addition. As you can see, she is a prime slave meat. Her name is Luise, and she is still in training.

'Smack, jingle, rattle.'

"But she is hot, believe me. She has never been used as a whore. Therefore, there will soon be an auction, and I am curious to see what price her, ha-ha, virgin holes will fetch. Until then, keep your pecker up. Luise, smile and blow kisses to your new friends."

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Two days later

Luise was brought in to sign the slave contract, dressed in coarse, torn sackcloth, her hands handcuffed behind her back and her legs bound together with a chain. Rita, Lisa, the solicitor and his two assistants were seated with me in the meeting room.

We were all dressed in business attire, coffee had already been served, and the documents were on the table. Luise stood there with her eyes downcast, no one paying any attention to her, and the conversation continued.

After a while, I instructed Lisa to present the slave. Lisa freed Luise from her shackles and handcuffs and ordered Luise to introduce herself. "I am the new slave whore of my Master Double-u," she said humbly in a soft voice. "My former name was Luise Meran." She looked at us, and the lawyer compared the photo in her passport, which was ready and waiting, and confirmed the details.

Lisa now ordered, 'Put the sack over your head and get on the table, you whore, on all fours. So that everyone can inspect you.' Luise blushed deeply; she had to expose herself to strangers in front of them. But she did as she was told, trembling with excitement.

An assistant began to read out the contract, point by point, the deprivation of Luise Meran's rights, nail by nail, it was hammered into her coffin. Luise was steaming between her legs with wetness and lust; she trembled and made involuntary movements with her protruding bottom.

"The owner has the right to punish this slave as he sees fit, he decides whether she can talk, eat and piss. Whether she is allowed to have an orgasm, whether she must accept changes to her body. which includes all legal body modifications such as piercings, tattoos and branding on the entire body."

Luise, fully on display, kept sighing, a few tears flowed, but even more of her pussy juice. Her beautiful breasts were still in shape, and her long nipples were now stiff with excitement. Her buttocks were lovely, not too small and not too large. The only thing missing was some welts.

"Furthermore, breast, buttock and lip enlargements are expressly included, as are tongue splitting and severing of the tongue frenulum, as well as burning the master's initials into the labia.

The slave accepts being publicly displayed and presented as a fuck toy and pain slut. She accepts being used by any man or woman"...

It was too much for Luise, the slut came in front of us all, moaning and twitching, and squirted on the table.

"What a slut, aren't you ashamed of yourself," the lawyer snapped at her and put the papers in a safe place.

Then the young assistant continued, "The slave accepts willingly that a control chip is implanted in her body, so her master can regulate her orgasms.

The side effects of the chip are complete licentiousness and horniness in the slave.

If her master desires, the slave will be additionally injected with libido-enhancing substances to make the effect of orgasm control unbearable for her."

The lawyer was agitated by the cruel contract, and his young assistant smiled maliciously as she read out each point of the contract.

Luise's face was purple, her body was shaking, and the humiliation had brought her close to orgasm again. She stammered, "Where should I sign, Master?"

Everyone laughed, and the assistant explained in a tone of voice used to speak to someone mentally challenged, "Dip your index finger in the ink and place it on the paper, slut"

Luise gasped for air, she blushed even more, her hands moved to her wet slit rubbed quickly and she came again, screaming and moaning and squirting, it was an incredible sight. The whole meeting room was steaming from her smell of sex.

"I think the chip is necessary here," Rita stated dryly.

After signing the contract, the slave oath followed, and the kneeling Luise, holding up a ridiculous black index finger, stammered out the expected words.

"I promise to serve you faithfully and devotedly, to be the best cum slut, piss slut, three-hole slut and pain slut for you, Sir.

I want to be your perfect fuck toy, Master. I will often beg you to beat me so that I can become good for you."

Rita handed her the cane.

Luise knelt, holding the cane towards me with her eyes downcast.

Standing in front of her, I took it without saying a word. Then she threw herself at my feet and stuck her head between my legs. She stuck her bottom up invitingly.

If I accepted her, I had to give her a good spanking. If not, I had to push her away. I took my time, her hands clasped around my ankles were sweating, she waited fearfully for the verdict. Then I struck the first blow.

Between the screams, she cried, "Thank you, thank you, Sir". I didn't spare her. That should be a beautiful, painful memory for her.

Then I ordered her to lie on her back, now the front, her tits and cunt got their share.

She cried and writhed, tears flowed, and I greatly enjoyed it. Then I undressed, my cock was already rock hard. Now she was to be fucked as my slave for the first time. In all her holes. Cunt, arsehole and mouth cunt.

As I lay on top of her and thrust into her powerfully, I investigated her tear-stained face. She smiled her most beautiful slave smile.

She was fucked on the hard floor of the conference room while everyone stood around watching us.

She looked at me intently, having to tilt her head back because of the height difference. She was stunningly beautiful, and the laughing lines around her mouth only made her more attractive.

Now, panting with lust and devotion, she looked at me. She had green eyes like mine, and a single tear of joy ran down her cheek. She met my thrusts with her lower body. I felt her heat, her wetness.

Her vagina twitched in ecstasy; she was about to come. That fueled me, I pushed faster and ordered her to press the button. Obediently, she began to stimulate my nipples, which made me cum regularly.

"Come for me, bitch," I moaned, and a tremor ran through her like an electric shock, a rough sound like a dying animal escaped her lips, and we both came in a wave of seemingly endless pleasure.