I arrived in the principality of Natchez in the early evening. I booked into a tourist motel, not one of the many advertising S&M services, being careful to minimise the risk of being recognised. I went straight to bed and slept for twelve hours straight after the long drive, not to mention a certain few hours of strenuous sexual activity prior to leaving. I awoke refreshed, showered and dressed, then ventured out into the streets of this strange and bizarre place.

While looking for a place to eat I was struck by the amount of leather and chains being worn by the crowds that, even at this early hour, wandered the streets. There were numerous shops and boutiques catering to the S&M market lining the streets. In fact, the whole town seemed to be dedicated to bondage and domination. Numerous night spots advertising S&M exhibitions seemed well patronised, despite it being quite early in the morning.

I found a cafe and settled down to eat a hearty breakfast. The sheer excitement of the place soon had me suspended in a state of erotic euphoria. After I had eaten I decided to visit one of the more plush night spots, to commence my inquiries. You can imagine my shock when I approached one of the places, only to see my photo, along with a number of others, including sow's, displayed next to the ticket window adjacent to the door. Luckily for me I looked nothing like the photograph in my present disguise. Never the less my heart pounded with trepidation when I tendered my money to the big titted, leather clad woman sitting in the booth. She hardly bothered to inspect me before handing me my change, along with a token which she explained allowed me to enter the premises any time within the following twenty four hours.

I showed my token to a huge, muscular doorman who then allowed me to enter. He scrutinised me much more closely than the ticket seller had before opening the door for me. I entered the dim interior of the club. Its walls were decorated with whips and chains and other S&M goodies. The seats and couches scattered around in front of a quite large stage already had many occupants. Small sets of stocks, and other bondage contraptions were interspersed among these, and a couple were even being put to their intended use.

At the time there was nothing going on, on the stage. I looked around and soon spied the bar with its line up of stools, and a bar tender, dressed in the seemingly mandatory black leather. I wandered over to the bar and perched on a seat. The bar tender approached me and I ordered a beer, making sure to leave him a generous tip. I made a further inspection of the establishment while I sipped my drink, and struggled to find a credible way to strike up a conversation with the man behind the bar.

After a while, and while I was ordering a refill, I decided to take the direct approach and asked him if he was familiar with the spate of disappearances that had seemed to take place in Natchez. His initial reaction was one of annoyance, which I was quick to attempt to mollify. I quickly explained that I was a private detective, hired by a Mistress to try to locate her favourite slave who had apparently visited Natchez, and had never returned. I sweetened my pitch by placing a hundred dollar bill on the bar, and telling the man to keep the change.

He wandered off and spent a few minutes polishing glasses before his greed got the better of him and he returned to me. "What do you want to know?" He asked. I replied, "Anything you think might be of use. I'm in your hands. It's you who knows this place, not me." The Bar tender, enticed by yet another hundred dollar bill, began to speak:

"I don't know all that much really." He said, then continued quickly, no doubt realising that my interest needed to be kept, if he was to profit more. "There's this weird guy who turns up every year. In fact I'm pretty sure he's in town at the moment. He always dresses in a neck to ankle black leather cloak that covers him completely, and his skull is completely bald. He gets around with a couple of heavies from the prince's secret police, always the same two. I've seen him point out people to the two goons, and I'm sure that these people, if they don't disappear entirely, at least go missing for a few days. I know for sure that a couple of lesbian sluts were abducted following their being fingered by this weird guy about a year ago, on his last visit."

I pricked my ears up at this revelation because it fitted with what I had read in the news letter. I slipped yet another hundred to the bar tender, and he continued:

"I know about the two lesie slaves because their Mistress made quite a fuss over their disappearance, and had to be bought off by the prince himself. The buzz around the traps is that this weird guy represents some filthy rich arab who is building a stable of white slaves for his personal enjoyment, but I wouldn't put my house on that being the case. If I was you, however, I would be real careful. Two private dicks poking around down here have already disappeared in the last couple of years. The secret police here don't take too kindly to outsiders poking their noses into things local."

I assured the big bar tender that I had no intention of bringing any heat down over the case I was working on. I merely wanted to find out what happened, not to rock any local boats with intervention. I asked him how long the stranger had been in town, and how long he usually stayed. He informed me that as far as he knew the guy had only just arrived, and he usually hung around for a month or so, but it varied with each trip.

The bar tender moved off to serve some other customers. While he was gone I turned and looked at a scene being enacted at one of the stocks. A male slave had been stripped and locked into the stocks. Another leather clad male, huge and muscular, was preparing to lash the captive one's arse slabs with a long thin cane. The first stroke lashed into the erotically undulating mounds and elicited a small squawk from the captive slave. I watched as stroke after stroke was delivered with unerring accuracy by the sadist. I saw that the suffering slave's cock had become erect and swayed out from his smoothly shaven groin with the fall of each lash. My own prick was soon pressing insistently against my pants at the sheer sexual nature of the activity.

The bar tender returned after satisfying the needs of his customers. He watched me watching the caning for a few moments, and then smiled knowingly. "There's a club about a half a mile down the street called the "Slave's Haven". It's a much heavier place than this. As far as I know it's the place most favoured by this weird guy. I know that's where the two lesies were fingered." I nodded my thanks, wondering, given the savagery with which the captive male was being caned, what much heavier actually meant, and a shudder of thrilling dread washed over me.

The bar tender was watching me closely, that knowing smile still plastered across his thick lips. "So what are you, buddy. A dom or a sub?" I started at the question, and my cheeks flushed hotly. Was I so transparent. I was glad that the club was so dimly lit, except for the area where the slave was being caned, and bar tender couldn't clearly see my embarrassment. I stuttered out my reply to his loaded question, flushing even more hotly as I did, "I'm a submissive, actually. The Mistress who sent me down here is also my personal owner." The bar tender shrugged, obviously he had thought, from my interest in the goings on across from us that I was homosexual. "So your a hetero then." He commented. I flushed even more deeply, my aching prick almost bursting with arousal, then rejoined. "Mistress has trained me serve either sex with equal devotion." I explained, glancing down at his leather encased crotch, only to see that he had extracted one of the longest, thickest cocks I had ever seen. The enormous organ flopped down to the midway point between his crotch and knees, and was capped with a mighty head.

I stared at the huge prick in awe, quite forgetting what a spectacle I must have been making to the owner of the gorgeous pole of lust. "What would you give to be on your knees sucking it, whore?" He inquired with a mocking laugh. I was now beside myself with lust, my mouth had flooded with the liquids of submissive longing. I would do anything to be permitted to have this marvellous prick buried dow my gullet, and was quick to say so, "Oh Master, I would do anything to be permitted to pleasure your magnificent cock, anything, anything!"

The bar tender reached over and raised the bar flap. "Come and get it, harlot. While you work I'm sure I'll think of some form of payment to extract from you for the privilege!" With almost indecent haste I was behind the bar, and on my knees before the huge bar tender. Before I had got there he had reached into his leather pants and had extracted his immense balls. I tentatively reached out and delicately lifted his massive stalk away from the huge orbs. I pressed my lips to each fat orb with utter adulation and breathed throatily:

"Oh Master, such big balls packed so full of succulent sap! I would be honoured beyond imagining if you were to permit my unworthy mouth to pleasure your stunning penis! I would be favoured beyond belief if you permitted me to drain the luscious sap from your wonderful big balls! I concluded placing another kiss of sheer adoration on each of the swollen orbs.

The big bar tender laughed again, and snapped, "Get on with it, slut!" I moved my face back away from the huge balls my hands still tenderly cupped, bent my head down, and placed a soft kiss on the tip of the musky glans of his beautiful cock. My tongue shot out of my mouth and laved wetly over the satiny skin of the gradually swelling sex knob. My taste buds were immediately flooded with the rich, aromatic flavours of male sexuality, and I sighed with submissive happiness and allowed my agile tongue to scoop the fat knob into the hot wet confines of my welcoming mouth. Once the prick head was inside I slipped my stretched lips down the length of the prick tube, letting it creep, exquisitely slowly, down my submissively accepting throat. I did not stop until my now grotesquely stretched open lips were pressed into the bush at the base of the man's cock.

My throat muscles then began to erotically massage the buried meat. Soon the big prick began to swell and stiffen, filling my gaping gullet as completely as it had ever been filled before. It was all I could do to stop myself from choking on such a huge invasion, but I managed it. A few moments later the prick was completely erect, and had already began to throb with the man's arousal. When this was apparent I slowly extracted the hard meaty bar until only the flaring head was still in my mouth. I sensually tongued the velvety knob for a few seconds before again driving my lips down the stem, and burying the entire pulsating length down my welcoming gullet.

I set up an exquisitely slow motion, sucking the prick all the way down my sensuously working throat, then allowing it to emerge until my avid tongue could tease the swollen knob at its tip, then repeating the whole process over again. I was in heaven. I had never sucked such a beautiful prick in my life. It was so much bigger and more manly than even Master Frederick's had been, and tasted so much more delicious. I could not wait for the cream to spurt from its tip, to flood my gullet, to slide down into my yearning belly to cool there.

A gruff male voice suddenly split the silence, "Is he any good, bud?" The answer was immediate, "This is not the first joint this slut has ever sucked, that's for sure!" The bar tender cried, his voice clearly betraying the pleasure he was experiencing. "I wonder if his arse is any good." The other voice mused. "Why don't you try it and see!" The bar tender laughed, then continued, "I was going to strip the slut, install him on the stage, and whip his arse to shreds for the entertainment of the clientele, as payment for drinking my prick dry, but having you fuck his brains out is even a better idea."

No sooner had the bar tender completed his statement than I felt a pair of hands haul me up from my knees. My mouth never missed a beat in its depraved sucking of the bar tender's prick while my pants were lowered, and a pair of hands tore the cheeks of my bottom apart to bare my anal ring. Despite my intense concentration on my sucking I still had the presence of mind to lewdly wink my anal pout at the man behind me, in clear invitation to him to fuck me.

I felt a hot, slick knob of meat nudge at my ring. My heart pounded. It was so huge. It would tear me apart. I wanted it so badly. I needed it more than anything in the world, except perhaps, for the cock I sucked so passionately. I grunted into the cock stuffing my throat when the one at my rear was driven past my sphincter, and began to invade the hot, humid confines of my elastic arse tunnel. I moaned and strained to loosen my muscles to accept the massive invasion. The huge cock crept slowly into me, filling me completely. My rectal muscles squeezed and palpitated against the rock hard meat on the violating prick. The hot throbbing organ was thrust into my writhing bottom to the hilt, and I loved every millimetre of it.

I immediately began to undulate my bottom in perfect time with the sucking of my mouth. I was in submissive paradise. My mouth pleasured one gorgeous cock, while my arse chute visited its own brand of ecstasy on another. What more could I want. My thoughts, such as they were, went out to sow, and how envious she would have been if she could see me now.

The prick in my mouth began to peak well before the one in my arse. Obviously I had been working my magic on it for longer. The bar tender soon began to gasp out his pleasure, and his prick seemed to swell even more in my avid mouth. I caressed and squeezed the man's churning balls, and sucked harder and more passionately, bringing him ever closer to the moment of release. He roared out loud as he climaxed, and his ball juice flooded into my mouth. My brain sang with joy while mouthful after mouthful of pungent sex juice slid down my gulping throat. The bar tender's cock erupted at least seven times before the potency of his climax began to wane. My lips coaxed every last drop of the luscious juice from it, and my fingers squeezed every ounce from his slowly slackening balls.

The man collapsed against the bar totally drained. I had emptied him completely, and had joyously fed on the ambrosia of his sexuality. My belly wallowed with contented satisfaction, filled with scrumptious male sex cream. Finally I allowed the sated prick to fall from my mouth. I kissed the slack balls hanging from its base in gratitude for a few seconds, and then went to work in earnest on the cock my arse chute was servicing.

I rolled and shimmied my bottom erotically, and my interior rectal muscles massaged the pistoning pole with all the sensual expertise I could muster. Soon the man was inundating my bowels in a flood of ball juice, and my ecstatic arse pit drained him completely. As soon as his spent cock popped free of my hole I fell back to my knees, turned to face my ravisher, and pleaded in display of utterly submissive, and humiliating jubilation, "Please, adored Master, allow this slut to cleans your wonderful prick of the putrid secretions of its harlot arse that you have so beautifully fucked. The huge doorman gazed down at my pleading form and snapped, "I expect nothing less, pig. Get you foul snout into my crotch, and get to work!"

I flushed with an even deeper shame than before, but never the less, soon my tongue was busily engaged in washing the reeking skin of the wilted cock. My senses were inundated with the rank taste of arsehole and cock cream. I tongued the huge stalk until every speck of the offending mixture had been removed, and thanked the man for the privilege while he packed his cock back into his pants and returned to his post at the door.

I struggled to me feet and pulled my pants back up. I closed my sphincter tight so that the ravisher's juices would not seep out and soil my clothing, and moved back out to the other side of the bar. The bar tender served me another drink, and refused my money, telling me that this one was on the house. While I sipped my beer I watched the male whose arse had been caned kneeling between his tormentor's thighs while his mouth sucked avidly on the sadist's stiff throbbing prick.

Off to one side a Master sat in an easy chair. A young female slave, nude except for hose and garter belt, knelt before his leather clad form. The little slave had her hands clasped behind her head in classic submission, and thrust out her remarkably plump and shapely tits to her Master. The cruel man was casually battering the soft, tender mounds with a vicious leather paddle, while the sufferer declared her undying love for him.

I asked the bar tender to direct me to the best restaurant he knew, as it was, by now, early evening, and I had become very hungry. I slipped out of the night club, found the diner and ate a fulsome meal. I then retired to my motel room and had an early night. Tomorrow I would visit the "heavy" club, and my search for the bizarre stranger would begin. I hoped against hope that the bar tender was right, and the exotic man was really in town. I decided not to masturbate before sleeping, preferring to keep myself in a state of sexual tension in case I needed my sexual energy the next day. Needless to say this decision made getting to sleep quite a feat.

The next morning I slept late, having had so much trouble getting off to sleep the night before, and it was early afternoon before I finally left my room. I spent a few hours looking around the town and eventually found the club the bar tender of the night before had alerted me to. I was surprised, and happy, to find that it did not have any photographs of so called runaway slaves displayed at its entrance. Also this establishment did not open until seven at night. I went off to find a place to eat to help wile away the time while I waited for it to open. By the time I had returned it was past eight, so things were already in full swing.

I paid my entrance fee and moved into the darkened interior. The bar tender was right. This establishment certainly catered for the more extreme adherents of the culture. Along with the myriad of bondage and discipline paraphernalia that both decorated its interior, and were available for use by patrons, were numerous pieces of equipment designed purely for the punishment and torment of slaves. The club was set out remarkably similarly to the one I had visited the night before, and I was soon able to find the bar.

The bar tender at this establishment was not the gregarious type, but that didn't really matter for I believed that I had learnt all that I needed to know. He served me with a beer and I settled down on my bar stool to inspect the premises, and hopefully to get a glimpse of the strange man that I had been alerted to. There were only a few patrons present, but I surmised that the main action in this club didn't start until late in the night. My heart leapt into my mouth when I looked up on the stage and saw that a slave was already on display there.

The slave was a woman who was in the midst of being punished for some unknown misdemeanour or other, for the notice on an easel beside her did not state her crime, only her punishment. The woman was, of course, completely nude, and captured in severe bondage. Her arms were held above her head by means of a chain suspended from the ceiling, and attached to leather cuffs on her wrists, while her legs were anchored to the floor of the stage and kept well apart by means of cuffs at the ankles. In fact, her feet did not touch the floor, which meant that she was actually suspended by her wrists.

The suffering woman's big tits were bound at their bases with thin straps that caused them to both bulge grotesquely, and to stand straight out from her torso. The big mounds were pinkish red in colour, because, I suppose, of their restriction, and each showed clear evidence that it had been recently whipped. The stiff teats that capped each swollen tit was pierced and ringed. Between the woman's legs a pole rose from the floor of the stage. At the top of the pole a huge stone dildo was being plunged in and out of the woman's cunt pit. The dildo must have been at least three inches in diameter, and the motor that drove it caused at least ten inches of it to be driven into her pussy hole with each stroke.

I watched with fascination as the machine worked on the captive slave. The enormous stone cock would retract until her fat, swollen pussy flaps would almost relinquish it. Then it would drive back upwards, until its entire length had disappeared into her, spreading her cunt lips impossibly wide. The sheer size of the cock must have been hurting the woman as it stretched her sex so violently, but I could see that its surface glistened with her juices each time its length was revealed and, indeed, her juices also had the insides of her shuddering thighs well drenched.

I saw her belly tremble after one inward stroke, and her thighs flex as much as her bondage would allow, and realised that she was climaxing under the brutal dildo's assault. She made no sound while her ravished cunt spasmed uncontrollable around its incredibly thick, and relentless invader because her mouth was heavily gagged with a penis gag so large that it caused her cheeks to bulge, and her lips to form a mere thin line around its base, such was the cruelly stretched state they were in. I watched as the slave's violated pussy bathed the huge stone invader with a fresh coating of cunt cream, and then read the notice displayed on the easel beside her:

"This slut is sentenced to forty eight hours non stop fucking by the stone cock. On the hour, each hour her fat tits are to receive twelve strokes of the cat, delivered by the club's mighty Whip Master."

No wonder the suffering woman's big swollen tits looked so pain soaked and abused. I wondered how far into her sentence she was by now, but had no way of knowing, of course. This was the only action taking place in the club and I spent the next couple of hours sipping on a few beers, and looking at the patrons as they came in. The costumes of the dominants at this place were much more inventive than I had seen earlier, and generally did nothing to disguise their sexuality. I noticed that all patrons seemed to wear cloaks which they handed to attendants when they entered. It was just as well because, even in a liberated environment like the principality I suspected that many would be arrested if they went about dressed as they were in the street.

A few brought slaves with them, and these, once their cloaks had been removed, were invariably naked. Many were pierced and ringed, and most were shorn of hair in their forks. Once their owners had settled down most of the slaves merely knelt at their feet. As more and more patrons arrived I began to feel decidedly out of place, dressed as I was in normal street clothes. In order to make myself less conspicuous I moved right to the end of the bar where it was darker, and much quieter in terms of patrons visiting, although scantily clad waitresses and waiters seemed to take care of most of the patrons' needs.

I gasped in wonderment when a huge black man moved into my line of vision and mounted the stage. He was dressed in black leather chaps, highly polished jack boots, and an open leather vest. His crotch was bare and a prick of monumental proportions hung from his groin, the base of its thick ropy stem hanging heavily over a set of hairy balls the size of oranges. The huge man, at least six feet seven inches tall, and as muscular as any pro footballer I had ever seen, set up another easel, and taped a notice to it. Once he had completed his task he moved off the stage and I was able to read the notice:

"At midnight my whore slut is to receive her final piercing, and is then to be branded with my personal mark, marking the slut as my property. Following the ceremony I will make the harlot available to any and all who wish to use her for the remainder of the evening."

After having read the notice I moved my gaze back to the main area of the club, trying to pick out where the monster who had placed the notice had gone. A glance at my watch revealed that there was about an hour and a half to go before the action with his slave would take place. Eventually I found him. He was seated on a couch next to a black woman, almost a huge as he was himself. From what I could see of her she was also dressed similarly to him, and her ebony breasts were truly enormous, at least as large as sow's massive mounds, but not appearing to be so because, unlike sow, this woman was naturally big all over while sow is really quite petite, except for her enormous tits.

Kneeling before the dominant duo, completely naked, was a tiny slave girl. The slave faced the dominant duo so I couldn't see any of her nudity except for her bare bottom which was plump, smooth, and shapely. I knew that the tiny slave was not a child because I was able to see the bulge of what would have to be a reasonably sized tit peeking out from her side as she prostrated herself like a muslim worshipper before her dominants.

Suddenly my attention was riveted to the club's entrance. Three men had just entered, and they fitted the description the bar tender of the night before had given me perfectly. The tall bald headed man was dressed in a black silk cloak that covered him completely, form neck to toe. His complexion was deathly pale, and contrasted with his attire with bizarre starkness. The strange man was flanked by two well built men dressed in black leather costumes that looked like uniforms worn by police, complete with belts from which hung steel handcuffs and rubber truncheons. The dreaded secret police, no doubt, but if they were so secret then their attire certainly betrayed their profession, but, I suppose, all things were a bit different in this quaint principality.

The trio barely moved into the interior of the club, and I was sure that they would not be able to see me in my dark corner. They were clearly inspecting the patronage, as though they were looking for someone in particular. After a few minutes of scrutiny the trio left, perhaps not seeing anyone who took their fancy. I went back to my drink, deciding to myself that I would stay to see the piercing, and branding ceremony before returning to my motel. I would leave for home first thing in the morning, collect sow, and return. But before I left I would shop around in the many bizarre boutiques for costumes appropriate for sow and myself to display our wares for the strange abductor, for I was now almost certain that this creature was involved in the disappearances occurring in Natchez.

I sat there, dreaming of things to come, while I waited for the show to start. All of a sudden a hand grasped a handful of my hair, and savagely wrenched my head back, and I found myself staring, wide eyed and terrified, into the cruel dark features of the massive negress who I had seen sitting with her male counterpart earlier, "What are you hiding from, you little whore?" the awesome black female barked, obviously guessing that I was a submissive, although, even if I wasn't, I would not have put any money on my being able to subdue this woman had I had the need to.

I stammered out that I wasn't hiding, just trying not to get in the way, being sure to call her glorious Mistress when I addressed her. Her mighty hand literally hauled me off my stool and thrust me down onto my knees before her, so that I was staring straight into her bare crotch. Her pussy was huge, and covered with a bush of dark crinkly hair. Not enough hair, however, to hide the long thick lips, nor a prominent clitoral ridge the size of which promised a woman cock as big as a young penis. With my face, still held in the amazon's tight grip a mere inch or so away from the sex, my nostrils were assailed with the rich, tart aroma of it, a female aroma stronger than any I had smelled before.

The huge negress allowed me to stare at, and smell her sex for a few moments before she hauled me back onto my feet and deposited me back on my stool. My cock was as stiff as steel by this time, and struggled to be contained within the confines of my loose fitting trousers. Still keeping a firm grip on my neck the woman reached down with her other hand and grasped my stem through the material. A cruel smile split her thick lips and she commented, "Not too bad for a white boy, slut, but its not going to enter the paradise I just allowed you to see."

She extracted what looked like a piece of jewellery and placed it on the bar in front of me and then spoke again, "My partner and I saw you staring at us, slut, no doubt dreaming about how good his cock would feel being driven down your harlot throat, or even reaming out your white arse chute. But it's not to be, whore, he has other fish to fry tonight, as you well know." She turned my head up towards hers and gazed into my wide eyes. "But I need a diversion while he attends to the final subjugation of his newest slut, don't I?" Before I could answer she let go of my neck and said, "If you agree to wear my little broach on the tip of your puny prick, slut, I'll permit you to worship my arsehole while the ceremony is taking place, would you like that, whore?"

I stumbled from my stool and knelt at the amazon's feet, kissed the toes of her stiletto heeled pumps and gasped, "It would be my privilege to serve you, glorious Mistress, in any way you desire!" The woman yanked me back onto my feet, collected her broach, being sure to show me its purpose, and placed a stiff leather cock ring on the bar in front of me. My heart pounded with dread at the nature of the broach. It consisted of a cluster of jewels attached to a spring clamp the jaws of which were lined with sharply honed spikes. I could only imagine the agony it would inflict on the nerve filled tip of my cock when those cruel jaws snapped shut over it.

"Strip, slut. Give your clothes to the attendant. Put on the cock ring, and crawl over to where I'm seated, and prepare to attend me." The haughty woman commanded, and then turned and walked back to her seat. I watcher her go in awe at the size and power of her voluptuous bare bottom cheeks, flushing deeply when it hit me that my face was soon to be buried between those gorgeous slabs. I quickly stripped nude and handed my clothes to the waiting bar tender, who stowed them under the bar. My prick arched up my belly, stiff as steel, and ached with wanton, submissive lust. I strapped the cock ring around its base and was surprised to see that the leather collar was designed to force my cock to stand straight out from my fork.

I dropped to hands and knees and crawled off over to the seated negress. When I got there a scantily clad waitress was busy hauling a special seat into place next to the seated domatrix. As soon as I arrived the Mistress commanded my to lay on the lower part of the seat face upwards. I did as commanded and was quickly bound in place at ankles knees, belly, torso, shoulders, elbows, and wrists until I couldn't move a muscle. I found that my position caused my hot stiff cock to stand straight up from my crotch, and my head hung below, and in the centre of a form of toilet seat.

The negress got up and straddled the bizarre seat. I stared up in awe as a pair of enormous black bottom cheeks descended towards my face. The edges of the seat caused the large firm mounds to separate widely when the huge woman settled into the seat, and her heavily ridged anal ring was presented to my wildly staring eyes. I realised that my neck was going to ache fiercely if the ceremony took very long for there was no support for my head, and I was going to have to raise it, and hold it in place if my mouth was to be able to achieve it task.

I also noticed that my eyes could be fixed on an illuminated mirror that would clearly show the activity on the stage. In fact, I was going to get a better view of those proceedings, which I could see were about to commence, than I would have had, had I remained at the bar. I was snapped out of my reverie by the voice of the ebony amazon, "You are forbidden to taste the luscious flavours of my commanding arsehole until your pathetic prick wears my jewel, whore, and you are strictly forbidden to make a sound once your little prick is so beautifully decorated. You may now beg to serve me."

I drew a deep breath, through my nose so that I had the pleasure of savouring the ripe musky aroma of the black amazon's arse chasm, and cried out in submissive supplication, "Please! Please! Please! glorious Mistress, grant this slut the privilege of worshipping at the fragrant font of your sublime arsehole. I beg you with all my heart, divine Mistress!" My breath caught in my throat when the tip of my aching prick was pinched between a finger and a thumb. This, however, was but a prelude to the agony that was about to consume my throbbing prick. At this time it was throbbing merely with lust, but now it was going to throb, even more intensely, with a heady mixture of lust and agony.

I ground my teeth together in anguish when the jaws of the brutal clamp snapped shut over me tender meat. The pain was indescribable. I thought that the tip of my prick must have caught fire. Tears of anguish poured from my eyes, temporarily blinding me to the magnificently depraved sight above my face. My throat gulped back the shrieks of hurt that threatened to erupt from it. I fought madly to control my reaction to my torment for more than a few moments. Soon, however, my brain came to terms with my ordeal, and a deep sense of masochistic satisfaction washed over me and, even more delightfully, I was able to raise my face towards its ultimate goal.

The warm soft flesh of the cheeks of the negress' arse met the softly bearded cheeks of my face, and my pursed lips kissed the ridged ring of the woman's anus in joy. I kissed the pout over and over while I blinked away my tears. Soon I was able to see what was going on, on the stage, and my excitement grew and grew. The tiny slave girl knelt before her commanding Master. I could now see that she was definitely not a child, for her tits were large and plump, and jutted out from her slender torso proudly. The little chattel had her hands clasped behind her head and was thrusting those lovely tits out towards her owner with joy in her eyes.

The nipples capping those gorgeous mounds were pierced and ringed with golden bands. My eyes dropped to the slave girl's splayed open crotch to see that her pussy was denuded of hair, and a series of three tiny golden rings pierced each of plump little pussy lips. The massive dominant negro stared down at his submissive slut and his commanding voice boomed out, causing all other conversation in the room to immediately cease, "What is your greatest desire, low slut?"

The tiny girl cried out immediately, in a voice laced with both lust and submissive pleading, "My most adored Master, my heart yearns for you to grant me the ultimate piercing that will mark my body as that of a true, and completely subservient slave, and utterly degenerate slut. My adulated Lord, I beg you, make my happiness incomparable by marking me as your exclusive property. Allow all who gaze upon me to see that I am your chattel and live only to serve you with every fibre of my being!" The slave girl's thrusting tits heaved with emotion after she had finished begging her owner to make her his forever. By this time I was using my tongue to lap wetly at the pulsing anal ring of the awesome negress, thrilling to the fetid flavour of her arse.

The negro Master then pointed a remote control at the ceiling and soon a pair of rings attached to two chains seemed to fall from above. The huge negro took each ring in turn and fed one of the girl's fat tits through it, and tightened it until both tits were captured, at their thick bases, and bulged obscenely. He then took the slave's arms and enclosed them in a full arm binder behind her back. Cuffs were then attached to each of her ankles and cords fed through rings embedded in them. The other ends of these cords were ran through similar rings on either side of the slave collar that enclosed the delicious little chattel's neck. The cruel Master then pulled each of these cords so tight the poor slave's legs were drawn out at right angles to her body. I was sure that her hips must dislocate with the excruciating pressure that they must have been under.

By the time he was finished the slave's grotesquely splayed pussy lips were almost kissing the floor beneath her obscenely spread open crotch. The Master then pointed his remote back up towards the ceiling and pressed a button. The tiny slut gasped in anguish as the chains withdrew into the void above, and she was lifted bodily from the floor by her suffering tits. The chains retracted until the anguished girl hung with her grotesquely spread open crotch at waist level of her owner. How the girl managed to remain silent while she was subjected to such torment I could only guess. But she did. Not a sound escaped from her lips. I could only hope that one day I too might be able to be so controlled. I drove my tongue deeply into the ebony amazon's hot, tight, arse pit and located her prostate with its wriggling tip. My neck was already beginning to ache fiercely, and the pain in the tip of my cock had not yet abated, even slightly. Soon my clever tongue was driving the woman to sexual ecstasy, and the top of my chest felt the drip of her hot pussy juices, which leaked from her sex with ever increasing copiousness.

The slave girl swung slightly to and fro, suspended by her suffering tits. Her eyes shone with almost mystical devotion while she stared at her cruel tormentor. The splaying of her smooth hairless cuntlips revealed the deep red meat of her split graphically. The shiny dripping tip of her clitoris peeped from its protective sheath clearly betraying that the slave was aroused by the level of her suffering. Her Master reached into her groin with one hand and gently frigged her stiff little girl prick, stimulating the tiny organ until over half of its delicate stem was exposed. The cruel Master, satisfied with the state of his slut's girl prick, selected a long sharp needle from a selection on a small table, and displayed it to the watching audience. He then carefully positioned its point against the slave's clitoris, just below the top of the loose foreskin, paused momentarily, and then with a flourish, drove it clean though both foreskin and clitoral stalk. The slave's thighs flexed in agony, and her slender flat belly quivered uncontrollably while the pain shot through her body, but she made absolutely no sound. It was incredible. At the precise moment that the needle served its cruel purpose on the slave my talented tongue, so slavishly stimulating the domatrix's arse pit, drove her to an orgasm.

The Master stood back so that his audience could see the long needle that now pierced his slave's agonised girl prick for a few seconds. he then beckoned to another man who approached the suspended slave. This man was obviously an artisan and he had soon introduced a small golden ring through the hole drilled in the slave's sex stalk, and had soldered it shut. When he had completed his task the small ring made sure that even when not in a state of sexual stimulation the little slave's girl prick would not be allowed to retreat into the protection of her foreskin.

My neck ached terrifically, and the tip of my rock hard prick still throbbed in agony, but my tongue thrust deeply into the hot, tight arse tunnel of the authoritative black amazon massaged her writhing prostate as if it possessed a life of its own. Soon her pussy spasmed with another orgasm, and released a flood of aromatic juice which dripped down onto my heaving chest. On the stage the slave, so cruelly hung by her swollen tits had tears of anguish flowing freely from her eyes, wetting her cheeks profusely, but still she hadn't made a sound. Even in my own predicament I could not believe the control she was able to exercise. She must have possessed nerves of steel, not to mention a level of masochistic submission I could as yet only dream of attaining.

The hot moist flesh of my domatrix's arse chasm closed around my face as she surged in her seat while her pleasure continued to peak. My talented tongue drove even deeper into her luscious anal pit, and went wild over the elastic walls of her churning, writhing arse pit, and my lips were glued to the ridged muscle of her pulsing ring. I was sure that my efforts must be pleasing the ebony amazon, and my tormented prick throbbed with wanton elation.

Back on the stage the huge negro Master had once again approached his suspended chattel. This time he held in his right hand an electric soldering iron. At the tip of the tool he had attached a metal brand which glowed red. The slave's eyes were wide with terror, but her mouth was silently begging the cruel sadist to proceed. She even seemed to be flexing her slender, flat belly in an effort to more freely offer the smooth meat of her hairless mound to him.

The powerful negro smiled at the hanging slave, and teased her by bringing the red hot brand close to her mound, without quite pressing it into her delicate flesh. I could scarcely bare to watch, filled with a sensation of sheer horror, tinged with extreme excitement. Eventually the Master put his slave out of her misery, or was it that he finally allowed her to suffer as she so desired. The slave's cheeks bulged, and her eyes widened in unadulterated shock when the cruel man pressed the brand into her mound. A sizzling sound accompanied the application of the brand, and what appeared like a wisp of steam rose from the burning flesh. Incredibly, the slave uttered not a sound while the brand seared her delicate skin. The Master held it in place for a full five seconds, both to prolong the tiny masochist's agony, and to ensure that the brand was well burnt into her prominent mound. Her belly vibrated wildly as the agony filled her senses, and the muscles of her cruelly stretched thighs flexed uncontrollable.

Tears of anguish poured down the suspended slave's cheeks, even after the brand had been removed. A scarlet monogram was seen to have been burned into her flesh. The attendant who had assisted in the piercing of the slave's girl prick again approached her hanging nudity, and applied some sort of balm to her seared mound, as much to cure the brand as to ease her hurt I was sure, for when he was finished the brand had taken on a more definite and sharp look.

The black amazon whom I served climaxed again as the brand was being applied, and a fresh outpouring of her rich sex cream dripped down onto my drenched upper torso, its ripe aroma now vying with the fragrance of her deep arse chasm for domination of my senses. My tongue continued to work on the woman while the slave on the stage was being freed from her savage bondage. As soon as she was free she collapsed to her knees and slobbered kisses of both joy and gratitude onto the boots of her tormentor while she wildly shook her shoulders causing the heavy masses of her drooping tits to revolve madly as normal circulation was returned to their masses after the ordeal of bearing her weight for so long. After a few minutes the duo, Master and slave, dismounted from the stage, the Master striding purposefully, and his delicious chattel crawling along behind him, her adoring gaze fixed on the mincing mounds of his bare and muscular arse.

By the time they arrived at where we were engaged in our bizarre and erotic play my aching tongue had slowed somewhat. I still had it buried deeply up the negress' pungent arse pit, but had slowed its wriggling so that it again merely teased her chute walls. The Master expressed his delight with his slave's performance, and expressed a desire to reward her for her efforts before he turned her over to the club's other patrons. My heart surged with pleasure and excitement when his partner in domination also praised my efforts in attending to her pleasure while she had watched.

In fact, she informed her mate that she had never had a slave tongue so cleverly pleasure her arsehole in her life. The two dominants began to discuss how we slaves might be rewarded. I flushed with humiliation into the hot fleshy cavern that my face was still buried in when the amazon commented on how I had drooled at the sight of her mate's prick earlier, but rather than allow me to suck it off she suggested that he experience my tongue up his arse. She thought for a while and then further proposed that her partner slip his prick up her own arse, but not fuck her, rather to see if I could use my tongue to bring him off. If I was successful then I could be further rewarded by being permitted to suck his cream directly from her arse pit.

The sadistic male was clearly in full agreement with the amazon's plan, and helped her up from the seat. I allowed my head to droop immediately, to ease the terrible ache in my neck. I withdrew my tongue into my mouth and worked to moisten it after it had been up the woman's tight arse for so long. My heart fluttered with excitement at the coming action, for I knew that it would be child's play for me to bring the man off in this bizarre and humiliating fashion, and I longed to taste his ball cream. The Master stared down at his own grovelling serf, chuckling at the wanton pleading in her eyes, and then fulfilled her desire to be a part of this depraved tableau, "And you, my little slut, since we seem to be fixated with arsehole at this time, may remove Mistress' badge of honour from this harlot's puny prick, and then bring it off with your own slack arse tunnel. And while you're about it you can suck Mistress' pussy for her, since I won't be pleasuring her by fucking her lovely arsehole."

I gazed up at the descending bottom cheeks of the huge man with consummate happiness. My heart pounded with lust the closer the muscular cheeks came. I marvelled at the wanton sight of the negro's enormous stiff cock arching straight up from his crotch, before the huge masses of his descending buttocks blocked out my line of sight. I raised my pouting lips towards the thick muscled rim of the man's arse ring, and a fresh surge of joy washed over me when they met their deliciously obscene target. The massive man wriggled his arse to make himself as comfortable as possible, while my eager tongue washed wetly over and over his pulsing anus, and my taste buds were flooded with the raunchy flavour of ripe male arsehole.

As soon as the man had settled, his equally impressive partner straddled his spread thighs and impaled her own tight arse pit on his enormous erection. She sighed and moaned with hurtful pleasure while inch after inch of the mighty penis disappeared into her tight rear passage, until her rounded arse cheeks rested on her lover's thighs. At the same time I felt a pair of tiny hands on my own throbbing erection, and a sharp pang of renewed pain when the broach was removed from the tip of the straining organ. Next I experienced the delightful sensation of a tight anal pout crushing into the tip of my pounding cock. The slight pain of the penetration soon gave way to exquisite pleasure when my glans had finally forced its way past the tight sphincter, and my long hard, hot, pole began its journey into the heated, elastic tube of the tiny slave's humid arsehole. She too pressed her arse down until, unbelievably, the entire length of my cock was captured in the warm, tight embrace of he clasping arse chute, and the cruelly stretched open ring of the slave's anus squeezed the root of my organ as tightly as I had ever felt.

While my thighs quivered with pleasure I drove my agile tongue deeply into the massive negro's pungent arsehole. I wriggled the organ lewdly within the humid tunnel, quickly locating the prostate and commencing to stimulate it until it writhed uncontrollably under my incessant laving. My work had an immediate effect on the pleasure filled man, and his bottom rolled with lust on the bizarre seat, and his enormous, sap filled balls flexed against my chin as his juice boiled within them. The tiny slave's tight arsehole was soon pumping up and down on my throbbing prick with consummate sensuality. I could hear her eager mouth slurping at the pussy of the dominant negress, and could imagine her tongue lapping at the woman's huge, stiff clitoris.

I glued my lips to the Master's palpitating anal ring and allowed my tongue to lap and lave at his prostate in ever increasing abandon, while my own pleasure began to build. I was in submissive heaven, and lost myself in my lust and depravity. The huge man roared in delight, and his arse cheeks gripped my face with feral ferocity while his prick spewed it scalding juices deeply into his climaxing partner's welcoming arse crater. At the same time my own throbbing cock erupted in the deliciously tight, hot, arse pit of the tiny slave. We all lost ourselves in our pleasure, time seeming to stand still while our juices poured in a never ending climax.

The slave was the first to recover, tearing her well reamed out arsehole off of my slightly softened prick. Her mouth immediately went to work cleaning the sated pole of lust with her soft tongue. Next the black amazon stood up, her arsehole relinquishing the sated prick of her dominant lover. He moaned slightly and gasped as her tight ring squeezed his softened pole, from base to tip, ensuring that she squeezed every last drop of cum from it, while it escaped from the hot, sloppy cavern. When it had finally flopped free the huge man stood up.

I stared up from my bondage, my prick again stiff and throbbing from the sensual activity of the tiny slave's lips and tongue, which, after it had sucked all the sticky juices from it, had proceeded to tease it erotically. Her Master soon pulled her off me and commanded her to attend to the cleaning of his own cock and balls. As soon as this happened my gaze was again met with the bare, descending bottom cheeks of the black amazon. When the voluptuous cheeks became separated with her descent I was greeted with the sight of her still slack loose arse ring, coated richly with the evidence of her mate's spurting prick.

My mouth flooded with saliva at the prospect of tasting that succulent mixture, and my head was already straining upwards towards the obscenely dripping target long before the woman's ebony cheeks met the edges of the seat. "Here's your reward, slut, drink up, and don't you dare stop until my arsehole is completely empty." I needed no second urging, and soon my lips were glued to the slack anal pout, and my mouth was savouring a load of rich, ripe, arsehole flavoured man cum. I drank the heady mixture down with slavish joy, and my voracious mouth sucked for more with eager devotion. I sucked at the arse ring with all my skill and submissive pride, and when it appeared to have surrendered all it had to give I drove my long, agile tongue deeply into the hot tunnel in my endeavours to ensure it was drained of every last delicious drop.

After a few minutes, when it became obvious that the amazon was not ready to rise. even though my task had been well and truly completed, I settled down to merely sensuously, and lovingly suckle at her intimate hole. I became aware that the tiny slave must have finished her demeaning task also, when I heard her Master allowing her to be led away by a group of patrons, to be used for their pleasure as the man had promised before the earlier ceremony. After perhaps an hour or so the negress finally got to her feet, having tired of her sensual diversion at my expense.

She looked down at my bound nudity with a smile, and then began to free me from my bondage. While she worked she praised my performance, even suggesting that I should I put myself on sale she may even consider acquiring me. Once I was free she dismissed me from her presence with a wave of her hand. I crawled off back towards the bar, my stiff prick beginning to soften while I crawled. When I reached the bar the attendant threw my clothing down to me. I got dressed and left the club immediately, and returned to my motel. After showering I collapsed into the bed and was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next morning I rose early and went shopping at a leather boutique. I purchased two costumes that dripped slavery, one for sow and one for myself. I returned to the motel and stored the purchases in my room, then and paid for a further week's accommodation, telling the receptionist that I would be away for the next day or so while I collected my wife. The girl smiled knowingly at me and I assumed that such information was not unusual for her. That is to say that it was quite normal for one partner to check out the delights of the principality before both ventured forth to test their lusts in the town's many bizarre night spots. Soon I was on the road, speeding back to the cabin in the hills, filled with a sense of excitement and eager anticipation of what was to come, tinged with slight feelings of fear and dread.