I had been out one night and I came across this woman with her clothes torn as if she had been attacked. Somehow, judging by the amount of blood on her, I think she one the fight but it took she had to do it. She really appeared ragged and beaten.
Being the gentleman I am I could not leave her like this. It took me several minutes to convince her I meant her no harm and that I only wanted to help her.
When she finally realized I was just trying to help her she let me put my arms around her and lead her to car. Thankfully her car was nearby, not that she was heavy, because when someone is basically dead weight they are tougher to maneuver and move around.
When I went to put her into the car the honeytrap was sprung.
I felt her hand go around my face and over my mouth and nose and as I inhaled I began to get dizzy and I passed out.
When I finally awoke I realized that I was not in Kansas anymore. Although, considering I did not know how long I was actually out for, I am actually be in Kansas by now.
I finally woke up, but I was definitely not in the Bellagio penthouse suite. Of course, for all I know the Bellagio now does their penthouse suites in early Torquemada.
I was bound to the wall, spread-eagle, naked and unable to move any of my body with the exception of my cock by twitching those muscles.
"Well hello there Sleeping Beauty," said a disembodied female voice.
My body trembled not know what to expect, but whatever it did expect it was not what I saw in front of me now. What I saw was a full-size movie screen with me gambling away all my money, borrowing more than I could ever repay in a normal lifetime and then being used sexually by numerous people.
As the female voice explained to me that my night of debauchery was something I would not want to make it back to my hometown I wondered what was to come.
You must understand that I come from a hometown stuck somewhere in the 17- and 1800's. Church is very big there and I was an altar server and singer in the choir over the years. I attended vacation Bible school as well as taught it. How would it look if I were exposed as a slut in front of all my peers at home?
I still am not sure how those pictures got taken. I am sure that they are of me though.
"I know you want to know what is to come so I will tell you," the disembodied voice said. "It is really quite simple. From now on you are to be a male whore for us until such time as you pay off the debt you incurred."
My cock throbbed thinking that getting extra sex might not be a bad thing, but then my mind wondered just how much did I owe and how long would it take me to pay it off?
"Don't worry. It shouldn't take more then 15 or 20 years to pay off your debt," said that voice again.
How ever would I explain leaving town and not even going back to pack up my belongings? What about my friends? My family? Surely my friends and family would miss me.
It turns out that problem had already been solved. I am dead—at least to all appearances as they have faked my death for me. Well I guess that will definitely drive the bill collectors nuts.
I fought valiantly. I resisted every attempt to get near me. Unfortunately, my captor was better at breaking down one's resistance then I was at resisting.
The methods used on me were many, varied and straight out not only the CIA torture handbook, but science fiction as well.
The lights went on & off at random intervals. Cold water was splashed on me also randomly. I ate and drank from dog bowls raised out of the floor that I slept on. Also, I was kept naked at all times and had to defecate in a bucket. I urinated into a drain on one side of the concrete room I was in.
Basically, I was treated like an animal and broken the same way.
Eventually, my mind succumbed to what was being done to me. As my torture took place my mind retreated deep within itself. All I became was the result of my mind retreating to the point it would not come to the forefront without prompting by my new owners.
I grew used to electrodes being attached to my body to stimulate the various muscles and harden them up. Imagine, if you will, of electroshock therapy being used to keep your muscles toned, your body without fat and your cock always ready for your next appointment.
I received daily treatments. Pounds melted off of me and I didn't have many extra to begin with. My food was supplemented with a vitamin regiment to help with my weight loss and increase my ability to produce ejaculate that was great in both quantity and taste.
As my body changed my torture stopped, but my lessons continued through the use of subliminal training programs that were designed to affect my subconscious mind. I ceased to be me and simply because property of my hidden captors.
When I was ready I was released and given the opportunity to leave or to work off my debt as a male whore in a Nevada brothel for a very cruel and demanding madam. Even after all I had been through, or maybe because of it, I could not leave I had to pay off my debt properly.
"I will pay my debt Madam," I said while on my knees in front of her.
"That is good," she said.
"Now, I must make some things clear to you. You no longer have a name other than what we choose to call you. You are simply a slut we own until you have paid off your debt with all interest. From this point on you have no rights or privileges other than those we allow you to have. You will never refuse a customer any service whether it is something you enjoy or not. You are bisexual from now on. Any man or woman or group thereof can use you at will. We will collect all monies for you and take care of tracking your debt to us—no use having a slut try to think—it is a waste of time. You are the lowest of the low here and are never to be in clothes that we, or our customers, decide to put you in. Am I clear slut?" she intoned.
"Yes Ma'am," I replied.
I did not know what to think, as that ability had been systematic removed from me, but I did know what to do. I went to my knees before the Madam and asked her if there was anything I could do to please her.
Of course she wanted a demonstration of all of my newly learned skills as well as the ones I possessed before my "treatments" with the disembodied voice began.
Since I had no mind of my own as a result of the treatments I simply awaited her orders as to how she wished to be pleased. I did not wait long. She had me strip her down to her birthday suit, lay her on the bed and make love to her.
As my only abilities now were in the area of sexual pleasure I did my best to work her body into a frenzy. My tongue slid across her slowly. I started at her left foot meticulously licking it and sucking each of her toes individually and together as if they were cocks to be brought off in my mouth. Then, as I watched with glazed expression in my eyes, I slid my tongue up her calve so lightly I could feel each of the goosebumps that I caused. Up her leg I went every so delicately tasting every part of it—the back of her knees made her quiver especially. When I approached her upper thighs I spent forever working my way from the outside to the in and back out again. I avoided her moist pleasure center however—a slave does not rush these things.
Up her left side I continued. I tasted the tight skin on her hips, the sides of her large but firm breasts, worked my way around her neck and started back down the right side of her body.
By the time I neared her face she was purring like a kitten, but as sex crazed as a nymphomaniac. She pulled my lips to hers and kissed them with all the forcefulness expected from someone who owns another. Her lips said to mine, "You are mine. I own you."
Now, of course, like any slave, I am totally naked. My owner could see my arousal, it was quite evident and throbbing against her as she kissed me passionately. I felt her hand on me, weighing my cock and balls as one would breeding stock getting ready to be auctioned at market for its stud services. She slowly pulled on me while whispering to me, "Do not cum slut."
I yearned to do just what she had told me not to.
She pushed me off of her face with a slight pressure designed to say continue slut and we will see what happens. My tongue slid down from her face, across her silken neck and straight into the valley between her 55DD breasts. I felt her hold her breasts together around the side of my head.
"I want you to lick my breasts and suck on my nipples slut," she intoned.
No reply was necessary other than that I do as instructed. I tasted each and every wonderful inch of her breasts. I missed nothing. Her nipples were the most sensitive I have ever seen. Madam came as I sucked on her nipples like a baby searching for milk.
As Madam's body bucked beneath me she pushed my hand around her waist and had me hold her firmly but gently while she came. She then pushed my head away from her breasts and started my journey back down the right side of her body.
I devoured her like a gourmand at a meal served in the Four Season's Restaurant in New York City. When I reached the bottom of her foot, having bypassed that which I know she desired I save for last, she was cumming non-stop.
The juices flowing from her, the smell of her and her sex excited me to no end. As she turned over I started again from scratch and did the same things to her but on the opposite side of her body.
Finally, after many hours of worshipping her body, I was allowed to please her 2 pleasure centers.
I had never performed analingus before, but at cunnilingus I was an expert and I used those same skills to drive my owner wild. I even pushed my wet, willing, slutty cock of a tongue deep inside her. She must clean herself with an enema daily because I did not even get dirty doing this. Quite the contrary, she tasted like she performed the task with something fruity flavored.
As I broke through the flower of her ass I felt degraded at doing so while also feeling truly inspired by such a woman. I ate her as if my life depended on it, but not out of the necessity of my position as her possession. She gently pushed until I was as deep inside her with my tongue as I could be then made to ride my tongue like a cock.
My owner was slow and sensual one moment and riding me like a bronco the next.
I could sense my owner was going to cum again and prepared myself for it. As she came on the bed sheets my tongue was squeezed and locked deep in her ass. I loved the feeling of being so controlled by another.
My rampant member yearned to do just what she was in the most spectacular of ways, but I was forbidden that until she gave me her permission. I came to think of my owner as my Goddess.
I worshipped every part of my Goddess until she came and could not stop.
When I was allowed, finally, to eat my Goddess's pussy I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. She tasted even better than I imagine the Ambrosia of the Gods could taste. I lost myself in worshipping her with every sexual trick I knew to bring her to the peak of ecstasy and then over it. And I brought her over that peak again and again.
Goddess squeezed my head between her thighs every time she came and she came often and hard. I nearly passed out several times as she went over the edge into Dommespace. Her hand on the back of my head and neck told me not to stop.
I thought I had done something wrong when the pressure on my head suddenly abated and her thighs spread open almost of their own accord. It turns out I had not---she had simply passed out from the pleasure.
I did not know what to do so I curled up on the end of the bed like a cat and awaited her next command.
Several hours must have passed before the feel of a soft, silken hand stroking my cock to erection awaked me. It was not my Goddess who awoke me though but rather one of the female whores—my new co-worker.
I was silenced with a finger in front of a nose and followed her as I was led out of the room by my member. Quickly and quietly I followed her as she led me on an inspection tour of my new residence and place of business.
Not all that happened on the tour was strictly business—unless you count her showing me the proper usage of all the toys, equipment and clothing as business. I was not only shown how to use the equipment but what it felt like by having each demonstrated on me.
Now I have always been attracted to the BDSM lifestyle and a switch myself so I was not surprised to see what was in the room dedicated to such, but this was definitely a fantasy made real to me.
The room was huge!
It was, indeed, one room but with numerous dividing walls that were not large enough to break it up into individual rooms. I saw spinning St. Andrew's crosses, stationary ones, a shrink wrap machine, several sets of stocks, wall after wall of implements of all types and made from numerous leathers, a swing, a sex chair and a sensory deprivation tank all within 50 feet of me.
I could only imagine how much use this place gets that it has its own shrink wrap machine—obviously for people into the mummification thing. I was placed on the machine by my guide and told to stay still. A piece of the shrink wrap was loosely put in my hand and the machine started to work its way up and down repeatedly until breathing became difficult for me and I was unable to move.
Only my head was not encased in the material that now bound me tight. I had the material binding me tight except for my nipples, cock and ass that were exposed by means of gently cutting the wrap.
"So," began the female whore.
She then proceeded to suck on my already erect nipples.
"You want to be a whore do you?" she continued.
"No," I replied, "I have to work off a debt and this is how they chose for me to work it off. I had no say in the matter."
"And you could not just run away?" she asked.
"Of course I could run away now, but I am property now and property does not do that," I answered honestly.
"Ahhh, I see," said the whore, "So you have been trained to please a woman properly then."
"Yes," I said. It was all I could reply at the time as she worked on my nipples and thus had me straining hard to breathe, as I was so excited. Her hands worked in unison. While one hand gently but firmly stroked my cock the other was working my ass in a lather and really turning me on. Now I have always been a bit anal-erotic to begin with, but I have never truly been stimulated by someone who well and truly knew what they were doing there and this whore was a pro at it.
While I was being stimulated I wriggled a bit in response, but not so much as to cause myself to fall over---a definite possibility given my current condition. My cock was very on edge, my ass was ready for whatever this whore chose to do to me and my nipples were so stimulated it was right on the edge of being painful to me.
Now, I don't know about you dear reader, but as for me being stimulated and totally controlled by a drop-dead gorgeous, 4' 10", dominant, black female with almond-shaped eyes and the longest, straightest coal black hair leading to her ankles and braided all the way down is a major turn-on for me.
Having the same woman described in front of you, on her knees, stimulating you as I was being would probably have the same effect on you it would on me---it was driving quickly toward the point of no return. I wanted to just relax and let myself cum right down her throat. She sensed she was close and backed off at all the right times though. She never let me cum.
While she was enjoying herself I could see that she was thinking of what to do next to me. It didn't take long for her to figure it out either. When I saw her get up off her knees and leave I got worried. How could I get out of this if she left me like this? What if someone else found me like this? What if the Madam found me like this? What could they do to me? Would I enjoy it or regret my position?
My questions were all answered soon enough. The gorgeous hooker was back and she had brought not only some toys, but some friends. I did not see who or how many and that choice was quickly removed as I was placed in a hood that totally blocked my vision and only had openings for my nose and mouth. The hood had openings for both the mouth and nose and both could be zipped closed by anyone.
I was scared. More scared then I have ever been in my life. Whenever I have done something truly dangerous I was in absolute control of my destiny, not in this case however. I could have my entire air supply cut off by the means of 2 zippers and I could die—no control of my destiny, just simple, quick death.
If my eyes could have been seen by anyone they would have known the terror I felt. Alas, noone could see my eyes. I felt something strapped around my evidently hard cock and something hard, thick and long shoved deep in my ass.
Now I have used a cock and ball harness, as well as a Gates of Hell, enough to know what both feel like and this felt like a combination of both. As for my ass I can tell you that whatever they put there was definitely not belonging to a human for it was way too hard, too thick and too long to be. It also was not the temperature of a human, but it warmed up quickly after being inside me body a bit.
I felt completely filled. Completely fulfilled. Completely used. It was the greatest feeling I thought I would ever feel. That changed as someone came close to me and attached the intruder in my ass to them and began fucking me senseless with it. I was a ravaged slut and all I desired was the ravishment.
My cock tried to grow harder, but it was restrained. As my cock tried to grow longer and harder the pressure increased. It was an erotic and painful pressure. I did not know whether to cry out from the pain or pass out from the erotic pleasure. I was held on a razors edge and I yearned to get cut by it.
Hands, many, many hands held me and leaned me forward. I could not move. I could not fight the person fucking my slutty ass, nor did I want to. I was a living, breathing sex machine and I yearned to be used.
My nipples were caressed and sucked as were my cock and balls. Since I could not move I was simply one large nerve ending and I was a raw one at that. The wrap around my body was causing me to heat up in more ways then just what you'd expect. Its feeling against my skin was a simulation of death, yet somehow erotic. The heat caused my breathing to change and my blood to move faster to my exposed extremities. That which was exposed was also considerably more sensitive as a result of the blood rushing to those extremities.
I'd never felt like I could cum from a woman sucking on my nipples, but dang if I didn't feel that way now. And when one of the whores sucked on my already hard, rampant and painfully erect cock I thought I'd cum so hard I'd blow her head clean off of her shoulders.
My ass was getting an experience I think few men would ever wish for---let alone love as much as I was at this moment. I could not think of anything I'd rather do than be ravaged.
How many were in the room and of what sex I do not know. I was attended to and my cock was inserted into various orifices but I could not see to whom they belonged, nor could I feel them as a result of the wrap that bound me tight.
At one point I placed on my back and a pussy went over my mouth and cock. I could taste the sweetness of the pussy over my mouth and it tasted unlike any pussy I had ever eaten. It was sweet like strawberries, yet somehow it was a sweet tartness. I drank as the pussy above me emptied itself down my throat. My gullet swallowed every drop that it could get.
Moans emanated from above me and I could feel that the movements were designed not only for my pleasure but also for those above me. Lying on my back I yearned for the fucking I had gotten in my ass, but somehow it felt as if it was still in me.
I was so on edge, so sexually aroused I never felt the cock come out my ass and the inflatable, heated, remote-controlled, vibrating butt plug go up my ass. I felt it when it started heating and pulsing in my ass.
Now I know that the combination Gates of Hell and cock and ball spreader on me was designed to keep me hard, but it obviously was also designed in such a way as to please anyone who fucked someone with it on. I was that lucky someone—or unlucky as you prefer.
Imagine if you will your cock constantly straining, constantly expanding, and constantly being forbidden cumming. Now add to this feeling the fact that your cock is constricted and it has reached a size and girth you have never reached before.
Not only was my body constricted, in its entirety, but my cock was as well. I was forced to be fucked while sucking one whore's pussy really well. The fucking continued even after I screamed into the pussy on my face that I was needed to cum or I'd explode into a million little pieces.
After the whore's had their way with me in that position for a while I was carried over to pillory straight out of the 1800's. I saw a pair of manacles rise from the floor and my feet were placed in them before the wrap was cut off of me. The hand on the back of my head was sufficient to let me know they expected me to lean forward and place myself in the pillory. Once I was in it the whore's locked it tightly—there was no way I could possibly move let alone get out.
A large, penis-shaped gag, this one I actually got to see going into me, was inserted tightly into my mouth. Now this gag was really large. It filled my mouth to the point that I could feel it sliding down to the back of my throat and it stretched my lips to nearly their breaking point.
I could not say anything, even if I wanted to. A blindfold replaced the hood I had wore previously and it was tied in the back with plenty of material left on it for someone to hold on to. Now this pillory was unusual in that it, as well as the leg cuffs, could be raised and lowered to put me to different heights or depths to allow me to be fucked by people of varying heights.
Not sure what to think, or if I even could, my body just responded doing that which comes completely naturally. If something was put in front of my mouth I licked it, if something was inserted in my ass I fucked it and if someone told me to do something I simply did it without hesitation or regret.
Numerous pussies were presented to me to lick and I worked hard to obey every instruction given me. I was shown the proper way to eat pussy by the experts in the field! When I was finished with that lesson they moved on to other ones.
I felt like I'd become the newest student at the City University of New Toys. My classes were long and arduous and required many hours of in-depth study and practical experimentation. In other words, I was used and used well. My courses including pussy licking, ass licking, bodily manipulation of a women's erogenous zones (An advanced level course), the proper way to maintain flavor and consistency with one's ejaculate, proper application of make-up, extreme methods of pain infliction and receipt and many others too numerous to list.
Please note up to this point I am still incurring debt as I have to "pay" for my classes and their instructors. I have yet to actually begin working my debt off to my captors and can only imagine what it is they have in mind for me exactly.
———x———
After being in the pillory a while I was starting to get very dry from all of my juices leaking out around the cock shaped gag in my mouth. When it was finally removed I voiced this to the whores that put me in this in the first place.
"So you need something to get you wet huh slut?" said one of the more long-legged, large-breasted black whores.
"Y-e-e-e-s-s-s-s," I stammered.
Another one of the whores quickly removes my hood and then herself from the room. When she comes back she has a bottle in her hand. She opens my mouth and then pours a few drops of the soda in the bottle into my mouth. I suck to get out what I can before it is removed. She takes it after only a moment. I then see the mischievous look in her eyes.
As the mostly full soda can is taken, and pushed up my ass without lube, I try to not allow it in. Alas, this whore really knows what she is doing. She tickles me and I relax momentarily. It is then that the bottle goes up my ass and rather quickly. I feel it pushed deep in me.
Now remember the bottle was mostly full so as it goes in the liquid is released into my bowels. Have you ever had an enema? Well most enemas are not effervescent in nature. The liquid in them is usually flat. And an enema will make you evacuate your bowels quickly and rather explosively.
This enema was bubbly and effervescent. The root beer put in my ass was also very cold. As you can imagine I lost everything in me rather quickly and messily. Thankfully the whores had brought out a bowl of hot water and soap with numerous washcloths.
As they bathed me they chatted over me, like I wasn't even there, about how to properly use me. Some of the whores suggested that they fuck my ass with strapons of various sizes and types, some wanted to give me different types of enemas and really clean me out and still others wanted to see how I would react to being rimmed.
Having never had a woman rim me I was not sure how I would react to it. Of course, like a lot of people, especially into the BDSM lifestyle, I have had an enema and I can tell you from personal experience that the tissues in your ass absorb things quicker than anything else. Let me tell you something, even a person who hates coffee will love a cold coffee enema—it really gets you wired. And if you have one made from something else like something alcoholic it will get you drunk faster than you can possible imagine.
Well the whores decided to combine some of their suggestions. I was given a few different enemas to clean me out properly. The combination of various enemas cleaned me out really well and had me wired with next to know inhibitions—since I was also slightly drunk even though I had not had a drink yet.
As they cleaned me up after my various treatments I was in a pillory, unable to move, wired, horny and had no inhibitions. Now, like any person in that position, I was really willing to do whatever it is that they wanted to do to me.
My eyes went wide as I saw the largest strap-on dildo probably ever made pointed at my face!
As that cock from hell was forced down my throat I felt the lips and tongue of another woman on my ass. I was not sure whether to fight them. The cock savaged my mouth and her tongue was doing the type of job on my ass I'd have been doing on her pussy if she had let me. I felt her silken, liquid tongue sliding through my sphincter and fucking me fiercely.
If you have never been rimmed let me tell you that you are in for quite a treat. The woman devouring my ass had me on edge right from the start and she was using her hand on my cock to keep me from going over it. Between her hand on my cock, her other hand on my nipples pinching them and manipulating them and her tongue sliding up my ass I was in a delicious hell. I could not cum but I felt like I could explode all the way to the moon.
Who needs a Gate of Hell to keep you from cumming? This woman had me there and there was no way she was going to allow me to shoot my juices. At least not yet.
The whores were enjoying themselves, either as voyeurs or participants, and all of them egged on my performance. Hands were all over my body and they were not alone. Tongues and pussies also accompanied the hands. My hands were not released, but they did have things thrust into them and I did what I could with the small amount of flexibility in my fingers and wrists that I did have.
Lines formed in front and behind me as the whores decided that I was just a set of holes to be used. I was allowed to see these lines, which were quite long, before I was placed back in the hood and my vision stolen from me.
By now I was well beyond being able to think. I was simply a mass of nerve endings that begged to be used properly and fucked hard. Anyone who saw my eyes before the hood was placed on me would have seen the glazed look of lust in them. It was the look that only a true slut would have—the true yearning to be someone's fucktoy without limits—to be degraded, humiliated and used well.
My mouth was fucked hard and my ass even harder. I was a willing, waiting, wanting slut and I was ready to assume my new position at the brothel. The whores had other things, including positions, in mind for me.
They fucked me into subspace. I simply was. I was, therefore, without my mind, not comprehending when the cocks went from fake ones to real ones. I paid no heed to the fact that the cocks in me were flesh and blood instead of rubber or hard plastic. I sucked and fucked them all the same. How many I serviced I do not know.
Eventually I was removed, as the need for the pillory was no longer required. I simply wanted to serve whoever was put in front of me. I was laid out of the floor—a room size bed of all things—and taken repeatedly.
My descent into slutdom was almost complete. I had one more step to take and I was going to take it soon enough.
———x———
I have been used, abused, raped, fucked, sucked and basically turned inside out by the people who have made me pay back my gambling debt by turning me into a male whore. However, this is just the training and I am still incurring debts for the costs of my teachers while doing so. I have yet to start working and earning money for them to pay back my debt.
I have one more thing to do before my descent into true slutdom is complete: I must ask for money for the services of slut that I will perform. To that end, my owners have decided to make sure I will not disobey them and make them lots of money.
I was taken to the spa for a day of pampering and preparing. I am to pay the costs of this with my body, of course. The ladies, and gentlemen, at the spa know what my fate is to be---they have obviously done this before many times. Like a well oiled machine they go to work.
My first treatment is given me by a fiery redheaded Latino woman. She starts by making me strip completely nude and taking my clothes away. I don't know it at the time, but she told someone to take them outside and burn them—I was to get more appropriate clothing later.
As she commands me I get up on the table that is before me. After I am on my back and laying there I am told not to move. My legs are strapped down first followed shortly thereafter by my thighs, my waist, my chest and my arms. The table is then opened up to my surprise. I am now naked, spread-eagle, totally at the mercy of this gorgeous Latino and have no idea what she is going to do.
A blindfold is then wrapped around me and given the way it is done it has the secondary effect of restraining my head as well.
Finally, I hear her voice again. It is a voice that would make the angels crave becoming sinners and serve in whatever hell she chose for them.
"You are now mine for the next while slut. So you had best behave or I will have to hurt you severely," she says.
I don't know whether to reply or not, so I do nothing.
I smell something I haven't smelled in a long time, the smell of melting wax. As the wax is applied to my body I revel in its warmth and sensuality. That feeling does not last long as eventually she gets to the point of the waxing in the first place—removing all of my body hair.
Now anyone who knows about waxing knows that it is quite painful and a full body waxing is painful in the extreme. Well that is what I am undergoing. My Latina beauty is not only good at her job, but she is good at getting me to beg for it to be done.
How can one beg for such a procedure willingly you ask? It is rather simple. She mixes the pain of the waxing with the pleasure of sitting on my face and making me eat her out as she sucks my cock skillfully and deeply. She does this while pulling the hair from my body. Eventually my own body does not know the difference between pleasure and pain. It actually reacts to both in a similar fashion—I get aroused and become extremely submissive.
After several hours of prolonged teasing, and the waxing from Hell, my body is completely devoid of hair with the exception of the hair on my head. I am looking forward to the next step as I am horny and have not cum in an extended period.
Unfortunately, I am not to cum yet.
The next treatment is for my skin. After the waxing, as you can well imagine, my skin is very red and extremely sensitive. The treatment following the waxing is designed to rectify the problems from the previous one. I get a full body exfoliation and cleansing. The cleansing is as much internal as external.
The treatment, done by an extremely long-legged and sensual brunette with eyes that look completely within your soul and make you beg to be hers, includes a series of not one, not two, but four enemas. Each enema is of a differing type. The last one is designed to specifically cause arousal and heightened need for sexual release.
If you know the human body well enough you know that the most sensitive and easily manipulated part of the body is the anal lining. Not only is this lining sensitive, but it also is the one that most easily allows the absorption of things—like drugs or alcohol. The brunette's last treatment of me was a Viagra and X combination. As you can imagine this combination had the rather quick, and I am sure desired effect, of lowering my inhibitions to next to nothing and leaving me with the hardest and longest possible erection.
As the brunette had me hold this last enema in my ass the longest it left the most lasting effects on me as well.
With my skin exfoliated, my ass cleaned out well, my inhibitions lowered and my erection unstoppable I went to the next treatment room. My skin positively glowed. And it probably glowed as much as the look on the next woman's face as I was given to her to be transformed.
Transformed into what you ask? Well a girlie man, a sissy, if you will.
My transformer was a lovely, though short, woman of color with almond-shaped eyes of jade green hue, breasts that were large enough to be considered obscene, an hourglass figure that I thought only existed in fairy tales, hair down to her ankles braided in one long thick rope and wrapped gently around her neck like a snake and a no-nonsense attitude. She ordered me to my knees before her and told me what was expected of me.
"As you are to be a girly man slut I will make you up appropriately," she began. "You also, as a slut, are to be trained while you are in here for your session with me. I will be training your ass as you are transformed into a whore to be used properly."
With that statement said she had me lower myself until my ass was sticking up in the air and my face was pressed against the ground. To further show my obeisance she made me spread my own asscheeks for her so that she could put the butt plug deep within my ass. The butt plug was attached by means of the most usually designed contraption to cause my cock to be pulled as well as my nipples every time my sphincter muscle moved.
I am sure she wanted me to move, but doing so caused a punishment the likes of which most could never imagine. Remember that by this time pain and pleasure was the same thing to me, but even one who craves pain has his or her own limits to it before it just becomes overwhelming.
I am placed, still nude with the butt plug in me, onto what looks like a barber's chair. This chair has an unusual feature though—it attaches to the butt plug in my ass and from there to a motor which can cause the butt plug to swell with air, to warm up, cool down or to thrust in and out of me at various speeds. Of course, it almost goes without saying at this point, I was bound. The features inherent in this chair require it so that I am not hurt—well at least not too much—when it goes to work on me and it begins to perform its magic.
The motor feature is not immediately apparent, but I know something is up when I am forced into a certain position on the chair and then bound to stay that way. My captor/transformer does not wish me blindfolded at this time but rather just the opposite—she wants me to see what she is doing to me every step of the way—thus the reason for being in a room that is completely surrounded by mirrors. Even the floor and ceiling in this room are mirrored. It is like being inside a room of my own duplicates and hers.
What is more is the fact that the barber chair, while standard design for the most part in its construction, is not standard in the materials used in it—it is completely see-through. The chair, it seems to me, seems so natural as if it were made for me and me alone. I don't know if the chair was molded in advance somehow for me or if it fit itself to me somehow, but I was completely locked into the chair and somehow also a part of it simultaneously.
Soon enough it was time for me to take the next step on and I was led to a room where all manner of clothes awaited me.
With a whip in hand the 6 foot 6 inch black Amazon in the tight leather outfit made me march to her beat. I was shown numerous different methods of presenting myself to whatever woman choose to use me. I could feel the marks arise on the various parts of my body as I was quite literally whipped into shape.
Now for someone whose senses are normally extra sharp to begin with the excessively sharpened feeling left by previous treatments left me extremely susceptible to a beating or whipping. I felt every stripe as if I had no other feeling or sense in my body. I was simply a target for this Amazon, a fresh canvas on which for her to paint me in pain. And she was a virtuoso. The woman must have been a whipmistress for several lifetimes to develop such tacit authority and expertise in whipping.
When she was done with me a poultice was applied to my back to take away the pain and make sure that no scars were left. She made sure to show me the results of her work. As I looked at the marks upon my back I realized she had written something there with very accurate hits with the whip. It read, "Pain Slut."
I can only imagine what others seeing it will do when they read it!
Of course I will not have long to imagine. My treatments are almost done.
I know what is coming—at least I think I do—and I am only slightly reluctant, but looking forward to it.
Now that I am properly prepared the brothel Madam tells me I am to start earning my keep. She tells me that I am to line up with the rest of the whores when new patrons arrive and tell each of them my name and that I have no boundaries and I am available for whatever they wish to use me for.
Like any slut I am dressed to excess and ready to fuck. After many lessons, literally whipped into me, I can strut like a streetwalker, present like a proper submissive and, with my innate sexual skills, along with a few that were taught to me by the other whores and through subliminal messaging in my sleep, I am ready to be a proper whore and make money for the Madam.
As the new customers come through the door they look each and every whore up and down, they pinch them, squeeze them, learn their preferences and what they are open for and what they are not. They look at each of them blond, brunette, redhead, black, white, oriental, male and female and search for the right slut for them to use. I am in this line and totally available.
I am a whore now in every sense of the word. I am a tad nervous as everything up until now has been training and I have not previously had to try to get someone to want to use me through the use of my own wiles, but rather I was simply used at will.
I watch closely as the other whores strut their stuff to get the maximum attention from the customer. I watch and learn. Of course really being male I try to adapt what they are doing to get the attention of the female customers that come into the brothel. I always thought all brothel customers were male—boy was I wrong!!
There were several women, even several groups of women, which came into the brothel. They come for several different reasons. Some came just to see what a legal whorehouse is like, some to get sexual experiences that they don't know how to get elsewhere, some for bachelorette parties, some just to simply fuck and I was there for all of them.
I tried my best to be sexy to those who wanted sexy, slutty to those who wanted a slut and available as could be all of those. At least in a brothel there is no need for pretense. Here you can walk up to a woman, while you are dressed in drag, and say, "Would you like to fuck my ass and ride me like a bitch in heat Ma'am?"
No pretenses are needed, though some of the women act like they are and you have to decide just by watching them which are which. Slowly but surely I did indeed learn the tricks of the trade. By simple trial and error I learned how to shake my ass to effect, learned how to come on to women and how to attract them enough that they wanted to buy my services for a ½ hour, an hour, a day, a week or longer.
Some of the women were there to seek their first bisexual experience. Some wanted to see a man humiliated, degraded and whored off. Some wanted to be dominant and still others to submit. Some wanted me to use them, to tell them they were worthless and treat them as such and other wanted to use me the same way.
I found ways to service all of these women's needs, whether their desires and cravings were the same as mine or not.
———x———
One day, after many months there and developing somewhat of a following, an unusual thing happened. A clinical psychologist and her partner, who develops drugs for such use, came into the brothel. They had heard stories of me from some of their patients and wondered if they could use me for some studies that they were conducting on the effects of a particular medication for sexual dysfunction.
Now, what is most unusual about this is not the fact that they came in asking for me—I was used to that—but that they were asking to get my services for a longer period then normal. They actually wanted me on a "rent-to-own" basis as they jokingly put it. They were looking to start with a rental period of two years.
I was, of course, advised of this after the deal had been done.
Now my debt was several hundred thousand dollars so I know that that is how much minimum they would have had to pay to get me out of debt. Somehow I doubt they paid just the balance on my debt though for me. They probably paid considerably more—after all this is America—I am sure they wanted some return on their investment in me as well.
The two women who bought me were testing a new drug for female sexual dysfunction. The catch was that the drug was given to the male of the couple. The drug was supposed to have the effect of making the male more irresistible to women, thereby increasing their libidos and overcoming their frigidity.
The reason the women were testing it out on me is that 1) I am an unattached male (I was to be part of one group that gets the drug, but is not attached to any of the females in the study) 2) To see if the drug has any adverse side effects on the user and 3) To help increase the women's libidos naturally if the drug fails to do its job.
All of this sounded like so much bullshit to the Madam who sold me to them. She figured it was just the straight up sale of a slut to a couple of female whoremongers. How little did she actually know? The fact is the drug really worked!
Can you imagine a drug that makes men irresistible to women? A working one no less? Well this one did indeed work, although not in the way its designers had truly planned.
This drug was supposed to make men irresistible to women while at the same time removing the natural dominance of the men who wear it. In that respect the drug was a partial failure. It turns out that, after extensive testing, it does indeed make men irresistible, but it also heightens their own natural tendencies. So, if a man is naturally dominant by nature he becomes even more dominating; if he is naturally submissive he becomes even more submissive.
Of course there is the 3rd group that they never considered, a group I am part of, those whose natural tendencies are switchable—in other words, those who are not just dominant or submissive, but are actually both and can switch between them.
Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, I was in a very dominant mood the day that they decided to test it upon me. Thankfully the drug they uses was in aerosol form or I would have really been in trouble. I don't mind pills but I am petrified of needles—it is something that goes back to my childhood and that I have never gotten over.
At the point it started to take effect I was loose. I was doing their housework for them and servicing their pussies from time to time as their needs arose—not to mention my cock since they had previously removed my clothes and told me I was never to put any on but what they gave me--and I was never given any.
Now just because I was being treated submissively does not mean my mind was not in a dominant mood. The ladies learned this at their own peril. Well like I said before the effects were determined after extensive testing, though I did not say who did the actual testing—that would be yours truly.
The women were gorgeous creatures—yes women are creatures to me now—playthings to be used and discarded when no longer needed or desired. One of the women looked like the photo of the authoress known as Jan on EroticStories.com. In point of fact, they could have been twins. Both had a body to die for with long chestnut hair, a rounded breast that showed both an impertinent side as well as a playful one, legs that hinted at the sensuality of the owner and eyes that made you want to lose yourself in them.
The second woman was bit more normal, if normal can be used without sounding improper. In olden days they might have referred to her as a plain Jane, though that would have been a bad assessment. While other women's looks are immediately apparent hers was not. Yes, she did indeed look plain at first glance, but the fact was as plain as she appeared her manners were equally the opposite of her appearance. She was as sensual, sexual and wonderfully deviant as any woman could possibly be.
I suppose both women really fit that last description pretty well. I mean, after all, they did deign to go out and spend their money on the purchase of another human being. A slut. A slave. Too bad for both of them they are about to learn the error of their ways.
The first thing I had wanted these wonderful ladies do was create more of this wonderful potion of theirs. I never wanted to run out of it. That is when I learned I need not worry about such things. They had actually created it to bond at a level well below any other level known to man. In essence, this could never be undone, it was as much a part of me as my arm though unlike my arm it could not be removed.
Now, being the person that I am I made sure that the formula was duplicated, aerosol cans were filled with it and that it was put away for future generations of males in my family. No use not being able to pass on such a gift to the future.
It was amazing the things that I could order these women to do and they would do it without question or hesitation. I delighted in finding new and more perverse ways to use them daily.
One day I even decided to attend with them a meeting of the local chapter of FemDom lifestylers. Now, this was a way to really have fun. Although the one woman who looked like Jan was not to be used in here for I wanted her for more sensual purposes alone to myself the other the was available for my purposes here.
When one of the FemDoms conducting the meeting can toward me with a whip in her hand I watched her carefully. She did not know how much trouble she was in yet, though she was to find out rather quickly.
"On your knees slut," she screamed at me, "Only women may be on two legs here. Sluts belong on all fours!!"
The closer she got to me the less control she suddenly had. By the time she reached my feet she had already stopped screaming and she just stood there awaiting her orders it seemed. I watched her eyes cloud over in a way that can only be described as a complete and total state of lust.
Any real man knows that the look is but one way of telling a woman is ready. Another way is by the most basic of senses: smell. I could smell her juices flowing and freely at that. She was, quite literally, dripping from sexual excitement.
It took some time and experimentation after learning about the properties and effects of the drug, but I discovered that the ability to affect women can be controlled. For example, I can extend my "sexuality area" by conscious or unconscious thought and I can affect large groups of women, small groups or even individual woman.
In this woman's case I decided to see if I could affect only her while watching the effect on the woman she deigned to teach female superiority to. I wanted to see if they were repulsed by her actions or simply yearning to be the slut I intended to turn her into.
When she was close enough to me I made the non-Jan look-alike, her name is Sandra, drop to her knees in front of me and suck me off. I need not have been so forceful with her but I was pushing the boundaries anyway so why not grab her by the hair and force her mouth on my cock. She would have done it anyway.
It turned out to be the wrong thing to do.
The FemDom leader was extremely jealous of Sandra and fought her to get her mouth on my large, throbbing, pre-cum dripping cock. Her students were not as repulsed as I expected. As a matter of fact, most of them must have been naturally submissive because they simply sat there watching her fight for the right to suck a cock.
I did not deny her that right. In fact, I actually ordered her to get on one side of my cock and suck and lick it while Sandra was on the other side doing the same thing. From time to time their mouths met and I got to be in the middle of a tongue duel and kiss that brought me to orgasm in no time. When I came I came hard enough to make them both have to fight hard to swallow every drop down.
The Jan look-alike, her name funny enough is Janelle, was just sitting quietly as this happened and I resolved to make it up to her tonight. As for whether it excited her or not I am not sure, nor do I care, but tonight I will be very sensual and arouse her slowly rather than have her be some mindless fucktoy. I will enjoy her all the more when she, of her own free will, becomes mine.
For now though, I am enjoying the double blowjob of all times. I could make a great deal of money by turning these women into porno stars. As a matter of fact, I may yet do that. Of course they will have to sign releases, but it should not be too hard to get as they are already begging saying that they will do anything I wish to be allowed to suck me off.
Anything? Hmmmmmmmmmmm. I guess that would include signing releases, fucking and sucking anything or even being gangbanged. I will have to consider how I want to use them properly. Maybe I will use them to get back at the Madam who turned me out in the first place. Now there is an idea.
The logistics of revenge are tough, but with the proper motivation and the right amount of planning just about anything can happen. In this case it most assuredly will! I plan to see to it.
Sandra is about to become a new employee of the brothel I just left, though her tenure there will be not nearly as long as they intended mine to be. And, of course, I intend to be a lot richer really, really soon—especially after my newest acquisition—my own private brothel. Of course, I don't see the need to change any names on the deed. Let the "owners" pay the taxes and such—with their bodies—and I will just take the profits for myself.
I went back to the brothel, but this time as a customer. This time I intended on having fun with the whores there in my own unusual and kinky way. Unlike the usual patron there I knew my way around a lot better and I knew things, and persons, that were available for usage that they did not.
When I walked through the door as the now extremely dominant person that I am it had a reaction with the ladies. They did not know how to handle me. Before I had been a submissive slut toy for them to use and abuse, now I was there to use them to do what they do best and I think it scared them a bit---thankfully, that was my intention.
Money is easy to come by when you have submissive women willing to do your every beck and call. I made plenty by getting women to be used properly. With the ability to turn any woman into a sexual plaything they became almost too easy to manipulate.
The more I had tested the limits of this new ability the more I learned. And I learned a lot.
My biggest shock came one day when I suddenly felt a bump between my legs where there should not have been one. Not knowing what to do I let it go for a few days, but it seemed to only get worse and larger. Finally, after about a week I went to the doctor's office. He tested everything he could there and we learned some things about it. We learned it was sensitive, that it responded to certain types of stimuli and thoughts and that it seemed to grow in direct proportion to my need for sex.
After numerous tests in the office though it became apparent that we could not truly determine what it was without some kind of other tests. The doctor order various scans. Pet scans, x-rays and cat scans were done to determine what the problem was.
When the doctor told me I passed out.
"Sir," he said, "after numerous tests we have been able to determine that what you have is benign. It is not a cancer or anything that you need to worry about."
"Well then what is it," I asked rather confusedly.
"You won't believe this when I tell you sir," he said.
"Spit it out man," I practically screamed at him.
As he cleared his throat to determine what the best course of action was I shook him hard and told him I needed to know what was happening to me before I lost my mind completely. Obviously cancer and other really bad things is what I had in the back of my head. Let's face it, you go to a doctor you don't exactly expect them to give you news that is going to make your day, right?
"Sir, you are in the process of growing a 2nd cock," he said.
I passed out then and there.
Ok, I passed out, but then again what man wouldn't when faced with that type of news?
When I finally came to the doctor told me that was not the only news he had for me. As I braced myself for what he had to say next he looked at me strangely.
"Sir," he said, "not to be indelicate but may I ask just exactly how big your penis was prior to this happening?"
I can't say I didn't blush, but actually I did know my size because, being into the bondage lifestyle, I had measurements taken for some "exotic" clothing years ago.
"Well," I said as I cleared my throat, "I am 9.5" long and about 3" round, although with a cock and ball spreader on I can get to about 13" long and about 4" round. Why do you ask?"
"Sir," he continued, "as impressive as those numbers are, and as astonishing as your growing a second penis are, the first penis you have has increased in size it would seem."
To be honest when using it I never exactly sat there and looked at it, nor do I look at it in the shower, but when I really paid attention to it now I saw what he was talking about. Later on, on my way home, I stopped and seduced a gorgeous female clerk in an adult bookstore and had her measure it. I, of course, measured it soft myself because otherwise I would have been hard and the numbers would have been off. It turned out that completely flaccid I am now about 14" and hard about 25" inches with a girth bigger than most men's forearms about 2" closer to the wrist then where their elbow is.
Now if you have ever seen a porno with a man with two cocks you know the 2nd one, the one below where most men's normal cocks is, is usually larger than the 1st. So you can fuck both an ass and a pussy simultaneously I guess the good creator of the universe made it so. Well then I guess you won't be surprised to know that my 2nd cock was over 18" flaccid and nearly 2 ½ feet long hard. Thankfully the girth of my 2nd cock was only slightly larger than my 1st or I would have really been in trouble.
Let's return to the brothel now. After all the expense I went through to have women earn money for me I wanted to make sure I got every bit of revenge on the ones who would have made me a slut to any man or woman who could afford me. I started by one day, albeit using a different name, calling and setting up to have the brothel and all its employees to myself for one solid week. I won't tell you what they charged me since I have no intention of not getting back every dime out of them anyway, but suffices to say I will have fun getting the monies out of them.
The ladies were more then surprised to see who could afford to do what I just did. They were even more surprised when I showed up at the door, but their greatest surprise was yet to come. I watched the looks of all of the women as they looked at me. Like any good whores they like to know what a man has in his pants and what they have to deal with. Remember, I now have to really enormous cocks in my pants, and even with the most expensive of tailoring jobs from Saville Row in England, it is tough to conceal properly what is there.
I watched the ladies lick their lips thinking that perhaps I had went out and spent money on a cock job and had my equipment super-sized. Not even close to the truth of course, but it gave them something to think about.
Sandra and Janelle gave them something else to think about as they came through the door behind me. Each was carrying an armload of toys and I am sure the whores where wondering who they were and what they were there to do. Although I am sure that the large amount of cuffs, chains and other bondage supplies gave them a good idea that I wanted them bound and to use them properly.
In that room the tension was rather thick. I am sure they wondered what I would do to them and whether or not I held a grudge. They were right to worry about me holding a grudge. In the end their desire to get paid overruled their fears of me holding a grudge.
Too bad for them. My newly improved cock and new cock were going to probably make it so they could never conduct their business again. Not that I intended to be rough with them, just that the sheer size of them would probably make them somewhat useless after I was done with them. Of course I intended them to become addicted to my dick. I wanted them to beg for it, to beg to have the privilege of fucking and sucking it.
And I intended to take my time doing it!
As Janelle and Sandra made each of the women get naked and kneel down in front of me I was suitably impressed with their performance. I watched as they put each of the women into a different type of bondage. I had them practice doing this on each other for a while until they both had it down cold in preparation for this revenge of mine.
As each was immobilized and bound tightly I worked to stimulate each one. I wanted them all hot and bothered by the time my surprise was revealed. I tweaked nipples and massaged them, I spanked asses and pussies while kissing them all deeply and I generally just took my time and had my way with them but I did not allow any of them to cum.
After having worked there for a while I sort of knew who had the tightest pussy and ass, who loved what sex acts, who was dominant, who was submissive, who gave the best head et cetera. It sort of came with there territory after all. If you wanted a sandwich or someone needed flogging you had to know who to get to help you. I knew all of their nasty, kinky, dirty little secrets.
And I was going to use each and every one of them to my advantage repeatedly. I was going to make the dominant ones submit, the submissive ones I'd put in a dominant position over them, whatever it was the dreamed about in their worst nightmares I was about to make come true. And this became my greatest turn-on.
When you can have any woman, why should you have someone with amateur status when a professional can perform so much better? My two amateurs were good, but I wanted the best. Of course I had all of the women quarantined after I got my hands on them and I had a doctor, female of course, make sure that they were all clean and healthy. Once the go ahead was given I was going to have fun.
They thought they were hired for one weeks work, but they were about to become permanent fixtures in my own little harem—at least until I decide I've had enough of them and move on to others. Then I might sell them. Or, like in "The Story of O" maybe I will just have her kill herself. After all, at that point, since I am getting rid of them, who cares?
Could I really be that heartless? Somehow I doubt it. I am sure I could sell them though—after all turn about is fair play.
One by one I brought each of the women out of their rooms. I had them bound and gagged in the soundproofed rooms once I had them all as a precaution. As I brought each of them out of the room I extended to them the same treatment that they had given me.
I had them bound in the pillory and then proceeded to mark each of them with several stripes across the buttocks. I, however, really loved hearing them beg for mercy so I did not gag them--not yet anyhow. After I had then begging and pleading I put the very coarse handle of my whip up them ass and proceeded to fuck them deeply with it. I wanted to see who would beg, who would be turned on, who would cum from it and who I wanted to torture the worst.
It was then, after they had been sufficiently warmed up, that I revealed to them the unusual side effects of the drug that had been used on me. I loved the look of both lust and fear in their eyes as they realized both the fact I had two huge cocks and the fact that both their pussy and ass were currently exposed to me and they could do nothing to stop whatever I wanted.
With cocks as big as both of mine I had to take my time and get them somewhat used to them, but once both were in and in deep I loved fucked them hard and fast. Some whores got it in the ass and pussy simultaneously, some got both in the pussy and some got both in the ass. I was out for vengeance and I made sure I got it well.
My sincerest thanks to whomever invented soundproofing. When I took all the women noone outside the room could hear what was happening, so they had no idea of the shock that they were in for. The 1st time a woman realizes her man has two cocks is a time that can only be done once with a partner and there is no sense in ruining the surprise.
Now just because I wanted vengeance doesn't mean I would not allow the women to cum, just that I wanted them to cum when and where I told them. It should be reiterated that I am switch. One of my favorite things to do sexually is also a very submissive position: I like a woman to sit on my face and let me eat her out. Doing so, however, would give her an upper hand I could not allow. She could cut off my air supply and I would die. It would lead to her own death eventually though because the rest of them were also in soundproofed rooms and equally restrained.
I had, in my previous incarnation as a slut, been with each of these sluts. I have always wanted to do some things with them but none of them were able to handle what I wanted at the time. Restraining them does have its advantages.
Black women have always turned me on immensely. Like any normal male I had heard that black women were better at all things sexual then white women. That isn't true, but I had heard it. I'd also heard that black women taste different from white women or Asian women et cetera. That, of course is true—all women taste different from each other depending on too many factors to mention, the least of which is their diet.
I couldn't help wanting to eat these women out. After all, if a normal woman is tasty how much better must a professional be since she works to be the best at what she does to earn her living? I was about to find out.
One of the women I'd lusted after was a sultry looking Amazon with the most perfect set of legs ever to placed on a female body. She was just a tad under 6' tall, had 48DD breasts, nipples the size of dimes and the tastiest looking mocha colored skin. I couldn't wait to have my way with her.
But aside from that, what really attracted me to her was not physical, it was more ethereal. It was the way she looked at you in lust like she wanted to eat you up and beg for more, like being a slut to you was all she wanted out of life, like being fucked in the mouth, pussy, tits and ass was what she was meant for. It was as if she lived for sex and would die without having it and having it often, whether she was with a man, woman or group did not matter, just that she had sex did.
When I first saw her she was licking her lips like she could see through my pants at the two cocks below the material and she wanted them badly. I was going to give her that fondest wish, but first I was going to have some fun teasing her.
I strapped this lovely, naked slut to the bed in a spread-eagle position on her back. I told her that I did not wish her to know what was coming so I blindfolded her and put earplugs in. I tested to make sure she could neither see nor hear. This was accomplished by something I set up after restraining her. I took out a red-hot branding iron and held it before her face. If she could see this, or hear the iron sizzling, she would jump and move around, try to escape, immediately. She did neither though.
Starting at her feet and moving ever so slowly up her body I took a feather duster and tickled her everywhere. No part of her body was immune to its touch. I watched as she first laughed and giggled at its touch, but that quickly changed to thrusting motions and her begging for release. The great thing about a feather duster, not only is it cheap and easy to procure, but it can cause the same responses to its touch that an orgasm does. In point of fact, you can be tickled to orgasm. I watched as she began to realize that fact. I watched as she approached orgasm, then I stopped. I did not allow her release—that I was saving for my tongue!
Now I wanted to do this right so when she was all nice and hot and bothered I cooled her down with a nice, slow, sensuous sponge bath. Working my way over her every nook and cranny took time and I enjoyed every second of it. I worked to keep her constantly on edge, yearning, begging for release. I enjoyed massaging her with oils after she was nice and clean. The oils were designed to stimulate her skin and excite her as well as arouse her.
The oils held just a touch of cayenne pepper in them. When I massaged the oils into her pussy lips I knew the effect it would have. You see when you get an irritant like cayenne pepper on the pussy lips it causes a great burning sensation as it severely irritates the extremely sensitive skin there. I knew it would cause this sensation when I mixed it into the oils originally.
Now my plan was to let it build up a fire in her pussy that only a dousing with a great load of cum could take care of. I left her blindfolded and earplugged for a while and went to do the same to my other prisoners. With my other prisoners I was not nearly as nice though, they got the cayenne pepper full strength rather than the diluted stuff I used on the slut I started with. I wanted it to last longer and drive them crazier all that much faster.
There is nothing better than watching a woman turn into a babbling, drooling, feeling piece of flesh with no desire other than to have their sexual needs satisfied hard and fast and wantonly. These women, as professional as they were, never even had a clue as to what I was doing to them. I had them at my mercy quickly and, unfortunately for them, I have no mercy.
One of the whores, one of the ones whom had sodomized my ass savagely, I made sure to give special treatment to and I placed a candle in her belly button. I took extra care to make sure that she could not move then I lit the candle. I wanted to make sure she could see it melting down until it got to her chest, until it threatened to burn her. I wanted to scare her into complete submission and I was barely starting. If this didn't work I would start to pull out the stops and let her really know what pain and torments I had planned for her.
Woman by woman, whore by whore I used every single one of them. By the time I was done individually double-fucking their pussies and asses there was no doubt that the brothel would need to be closed for an extended time to allow them all to heal up properly.
I spent time whipping, fucking, licking and sucking all of them nearly as much as they did me. Once I had gotten them all properly loosened up I proceeded to call in my slaves to help me out. I had something special planned and I wanted witnesses for this.
It should be mentioned that, like any good brothel, there were video cameras everywhere, albeit well hidden, to record what went on there in case any of the customers got out of hand. Well, as I am sure you can imagine, after what I'd been doing to them this fact was given to me by one of the whores in the hopes I would be more lenient with her.
She was wrong!
I did, however, make sure I found out where the computer- and videobank were that did all the taping. Once I had them I then made some minor modifications to it---I hooked them all up to direct to dvd recorders—so I could have a good record of this and what was yet to come.
I figure I may as well make some money off of this experience as well.
Now any man, who is truly honest, will tell you he has certain fantasies—whether they disgust who he tells or not doesn't matter. Well I had this fantasy of being totally in control of a large group of women and making them do whatever I wanted.
Lucky for me that is the way things happened to turn out, huh?
I decided I was going to really let these women think that I would do absolutely anything to them, even bestiality. Of course that isn't what I intended to do I just intended to make it look that way.
I put them in the stocks one by one and blindfolded them really well. Then, when they were properly prepared with their legs wide and their pussies ready for use I put on a recording of a horse. The first thing they would hear is the sound of clopping as a horse walked on a hard floor, then its breathing would begin to increase as it became aroused. Now, please note, I had gone to a lot of trouble to arrange this. I made sure the place actually had a horse in it so it would smell to them as if the horse was in the room, which indeed it was, but not fucking them.
As the sounds progressed you could hear the horse put it forelegs up and you could hear it get plenty excited right before the cock was thrust into each woman. Obviously, with me having two cocks, they would have known it was me immediately. It is, after all, an extreme rarity, to say the least to have two cocks.
What actually entered them was an extremely large cock belonging to a black male friend of mine who wanted to help me get even. It didn't hurt that my friend is a bit of a sadist and has as perverse a sense of humor as I do. The women would never see him, he would not make any sounds, but he would get to tear up a few pussies with his pussy prod.
He really loved it as he took them all in their pussies and asses savagely. The rougher he got, the harder he got and the deeper he went into each pussy. He was my guest at the brothel for several days and each day he took several of them.
When he was gone I made sure that they "knew" what they had just done. Of course none of them had actually seen the horse except when I removed them from the stocks and by then the horse wasn't in them so there is no way to prove what they think actually happened to them.
Now I intended to make them hurt a little more, but it was to be a pleasurable pain—at least for me.
I made sure each of them knew what was going to happen. My eyes followed their eyes to see how each would react to the idea of being double fucked in mouth, pussy and ass by one man. By this time they all knew there was no way out of my clutches, no way I would not get even with them and they knew that they may as well try to enjoy what was to come since fighting would only make me wish to punish them worse.
The ones that seemed resigned to what I was going to do were not high on my list of priorities, but I did take them first saving the ones I knew would really enjoy the experiences to come for last.
I made sure to lubricate each of their asses and whip them well to loosen them up a bit. When they started to move of their own accord, their own desires, their own sexual heat that is when I took them. Some took much longer then others, some not long at all, but all were eventually taken and taken hard.
The black women were the best; they seemed to really need the cocks inside them. It was almost as if they felt that they could not live without hard cock pounding away inside them and filling them up completely. Whether they had it in their mouths, pussies or asses they worked to make it all the more enjoyable for both them and me.
One of the black whores, a Goddess among mere mortals and by far the classiest looking one, turned out to be the biggest slut of all. With her long tresses, gorgeous upturned breasts, dime-sized nipples, flat stomach, chocolate brown skin and long pink tongue she was the epitome of sensuousness. As she moved, even in bondage, she moved like a snow leopard in heat. She was everything that every man could want, but not what everyone could afford. I knew just by looking at her she was far and away the highest paid brothel employee any man could ever meet.
This goddess really loved it meeting someone like me. Someone she couldn't control with sex, but rather that controlled her with his or her own form of dominating sexuality. She got off on how hard she was used. As this lovely woman came on my cocks for the last time in that particular hour, she roared in both pain and ecstasy. It probably would have been heard in another state if not for the soundproofing.
I am sure you've probably guessed by now that I really love long hair on a woman. I like to be able to braid it and hold onto it like a cowboy holds onto a bronco just let out of the chute. I like my rides hard and fast sometimes and I like it all the more when they like it just as rough a ride.
Now this lovely Nubian goddess loved it rough. The more I tried to degrade her the more it seemed as if she was exalted above other mere mortal women. The torments that I gave the other women, including even using them for furniture or toilets, forcing them to perform analingus and cunnilingus until their tongues nearly fell off and some things I am sure would make the most jaded of sexual deviants blush, was nothing next to what I did to this goddess.
The funniest part is that no matter what I did to her, she begged me to degrade her more and to use her harder each time. What can you do to someone like that? Do you pierce them? Brand them? Cut of parts of their anatomy? Do you tattoo them? Do you make them beg to be used even more? Do you sell them? There are entirely too many options. Of course I intended to explore them all with her.
I braided this lovely goddess's hair and then I decided to have some real fun with her. I put her into suspension bondage, except the rope that held her proud head in the air was her own braided hair. After I had her prepared properly, nude and hanging there awaiting me I took her ass and her pussy simultaneously. I was not gentle—I knew she didn't want that—I just fucked her ass as if she was a brood mare and I was going to implant my stallion seed deep within her. I was hard, fast, and perhaps even violently aggressive in my fucking of her.
When I came deep within her, both of my cocks unloading at once in her ass and pussy, the throbbing and pulsing of them sent her into the loudest of orgasms I have ever heard a woman have. She screamed not in pain, but in excruciating pleasure.
I had more torments in mind for all of the workers in my newly owned brothel, but they will come later. I did, after all, have a business to run and I thought it was time to get down to business.
My first business decision: I turned the former brothel owner into a slave and made my Nubian goddess the new Madam!