We were used to service field slaves for the next twenty or so days without change. We even managed, on a few occasions, to complete a day without earning any punishment for below standard performance. I'm not sure whether twat one and I saw this as a good or bad for us. As our sexual depravity burgeoned, under the influence of the realm, so did our masochistic yearnings. Thus it was almost a conundrum for us when our performance was perfect, and thus we were denied the joys of punishment. But somehow, it seemed ingrained in our psyches, to strive for perfection. In fact, of course, although neither of us realised it until much later, we were being conditioned to perceive cruel and unnatural punishment as our greatest reward, rather than a form of correction.

Overlord Sextius never, after that first day, accompanied us on our trips to the fields, leaving it to overseers of lower station to supervise our activities. Not being in the overlord's presence was a double edged sword when it came to our situation. On the one hand, we were not subjected to acute arousal all the time, but, on the other, the slaves we were required to service were also not reduced to a state of blind sexual need that his mere presence would have engendered, even before we went to work on them. I must admit, however, that, after a few visits by twat one and I, the slaves always seemed to become quite aroused whenever they saw us coming. Perhaps it was our natural, and bizarre sexuality, or the enthusiasm we showed while catering to their hedonistic needs, but more likely, the depraved talents of our mouths, and cunt and arse pits that excited them, especially as we always seemed to dream up new, and exciting ways to bring them off.

The fact is, we rarely saw Overlord Sextius in those days and weeks, and began to yearn for the excitement of his potent presence. Not just to revel in the glorious arousal he engendered in our servile bodies, but also because we had not, as yet, been permitted to worship his twin symbols of naked sexuality, and our desire to do so was becoming almost an obsession. We quizzed slave pair body sluts about Overlord Sextius, and found that, not only had they never been permitted to pleasure him, they had never even seen him pleasured. Twat one and I were the only ones who had ever played with slave pair body sluts sexually. Slut two, curled up in my lap after a particularly frenzied session of arse fucking one night, explained that sexual dedication among body service slaves was part of the regime, and she and slut one were dedicated to me and twat one. She and slut one had never had sex with any one other than us in the entire time that they had been in the realm, and , in all probability, never would. The cute little harlot expressed her total happiness with her lot, saying that she and her twin had lovely big pricks, gorgeous, massive tits, and succulent, juicy, cunt splits to play with, and who could ask for more. Over time my love for the cute, sensual little sexy slut two grew and grew. She explained to me that she had fallen in love with me the first time she had laid eyes on me. I suspect the same was true between twat one and slut one. This is not to say that my feelings for my beloved twat one had, in any sense, waned. They had not, and neither had hers, for me. But, being denied the ability to even touch each other, let alone lose ourselves in sexual lust together, certainly lent itself to us forming quite deep emotional attachments to the delightful little sluts charged with attending us. Twat one and I yearned for the day when we would be permitted to entertain the deities, and not just because the memory of the sheer sexual intensity of contact with them was so inviting, but also because sessions in their presence were to be the only occasions during which twat one and I would be permitted to perform sexually with each other.

Our door opened, and Overlord Sextius strode into the chamber. All four of us immediately knelt before him, the slave pair body sluts off to either side of twat one and I. Our nude bodies shuddered with lust in his presence, our sexual equipment throbbing and pulsating in wanton yearning, while we lewdly flaunted ourselves at the powerful overlord in exhibitions of immaculate sexual submission. Our stiff, aching pricks dripped profusely with pre-cum, and our cunt splits flooded with the juices of female lust while we eagerly awaited the overlord's pleasure.

"Today, slave pair twat-cock," He projected. "You are to be introduced to the pleasures of servicing domestic slaves, including those used for decorative purposes. You will, no doubt, be particularly enthusiastic in your service to the kitchen slaves, to show your gratitude to them for the delicious repasts they prepare for you. Kitchen slaves have a different status to all other slaves in the realm. They are considered higher beings, in the scheme of things, and are to be approached with due deference because of this.These slaves were taken for their culinary talents, rather than their looks, and are consequently quite jealous of the beauty of their fellow vassals, especially that of sex slaves, such as yourselves. Because of this, you are not only required to give them exquisite pleasure, but also to cater to their egos, to make them feel as though they are special, and entirely deserving of your adoration." Overlord Sextius disclosed, smiling down mockingly at our obscenely rutting bodies.

"I will accompany you for the first hour of your shift. Not because my presence might be needed to supervise you performance, but rather to point out to you where your duties will take you. You will be left to your own devices from then on, as all my other overseers are busy at present. A slave pair whippers, however, will attend you when you service the kitchen staff, and extreme punishment will be meted out to you should your efforts in pleasing these particular slaves in the manner I have described lack even in the minutest amount of servility." Overlord Sextius concluded, turning, then striding from the room.

Twat one and I crawled off after the dominant, our brains buzzing with excitement at the prospect of this new form of service. While I adored servicing the field slaves I have to admit I was ready for a change in environment. Overlord Sextius took us down the full length of the magnificent hallway, his aura causing acute stimulation in the living statues as we passed them. At the far end of the passage he pointed out the door to the kitchen, then turned around and we made our way back to the entrance of the palace.

On the way we paused for a few minutes at the picture window I described earlier. My heart pounded with lust and wonder at the sight that greeted us this time. The five throne slaves had all been hung by their fabulous tits. Three inch wide straps had been cinched around the bases of their massive, soft white udders, causing the enormous mounds to bulge and swell grotesquely, and they had been suspended from an over head beam by ropes through rings on the tops of these straps. The legs of the slaves were spread excruciatingly wide, and their ankles and wrists were shackled together.

All six slave pairs whippers were attending to the hanging slaves. Bull whips flogged their huge tits mercilessly, the heavy braided leather lashes cracking into the swollen tits leaving horrific welts in their wake that dripped with blood. Brutal maces pounded the splayed, swollen, bleeding cuntal trenches of the punished slaves ferociously. Slave pair cunts knelt to one side of the hanging slaves, expressions that could only be interpreted as fearful, on their beautiful faces.

The barbaric whipping of the slave women continued relentlessly while we watched. Faint projections of their howls and wails of suffering managed to penetrate the thick glass of the huge window. I was astonished to realise that the horrifically suffering women were actually begging and pleading to their sadistic tormentors to thrash their agony soaked tits and cunts harder, and faster. They were actually mocking their punishers by questioning their strength, goading the cruel dominators to more vicious, merciless efforts all the time. I could not believe what I was both seeing and hearing. How could these bizarre creatures bear their suffering, let alone plead for it to continue, and be delivered ever more mercilessly and barbarically.

"These throne slaves have just completed a shift in the chamber of the Gods." Overlord Sextius explained. "Sustained, and close contact with Divine God Heroditas and Divine Goddess Aphrodisia have driven them insane with lust. The slave pairs whippers are working to lower the level of their sexual cravings to an intensity that will not put the well being of slave pair cunts at risk when the throne slaves are permitted to slake their lusts with them. If slave pair cunts were given to them without this preparation the throne slaves might well actually tear them apart, such is the level of their insane lust when first released as thrones. You two will find out what service to throne slaves means soon enough."

We moved off again, and soon reached the huge main doors. We knelt, rutting obscenely, before Overlord Sextius, and received our final instructions. "You will service all door and decorative slaves, and finally kitchen slaves in continual rotations for the entire shift. You are expected to achieve a minimum of three full rotations within the time available, and can expect to receive severe punishment should you fall short of this target. The bondage of door and decorative slaves is such that you will be able to service them with no loosening of their bonds. You are permitted, of course, to rise from your knees in achieving their relief. Further, you are required to make your service to theses slaves as varied and exciting as possible for them. They are incapable of communicating their desires to you, so your own imaginations are to be tested to the full in anticipating such desires. You will also be permitted to allow these slaves to partake of the sexual essences of your own sexuality from time to time." Overlord Sextius concluded, then commanded us to begin.

Twat one and I crawled to the first living sculpture. It depicted a single male suspended by his wrists with his ankles strapped to them so that his naked body, so beautiful that it made my heart ache, formed a sort of `W'. The slave could not move a muscle, such was the stringent nature of his bondage, but, when he saw us approaching his glorious prick stiffened, until it arched up, and out from his smooth crotch like a beautiful beacon of depraved lust, and his big, sap filled balls hung delightfully below the rounds of his smooth skinned arse cheeks. My mouth watered with longing just staring at the decorative slave's beautiful cock, as, I'm sure did twat one's.

Strangely, twat one's normal policy of ensuring that it was she who made all the sexual decisions for us didn't seem to apply any more. Instead of insisting that she be first to suck that gorgeous prick she levered her plush nudity up the slave's body, using available parts of his nude body, and any other convenient handholds she could find to stabilise and support her body, then fed the slave's hungry mouth the succulent meat of her juicy cunt split. I needed no prompting to begin my part in the slave's service. I sighed with happiness as I closed my lips around the ripe juicy head of the slave's ravishing, hot prick. My taste buds immediately came alive to the delectable flavours of aroused male sexuality. My agile tongue teased the cock head with sublime flair, and it swelled, and began to throb wildly in response to my erotic talents.

I could hear wild sounds of sucking and slurping from above. The decorative slave was obviously delighted to be given access to a juicy, flowing twat swamp, and he slurped at it like a starving animal, and he was, I suppose, considering how he was forced to spend the vast majority of his time. In light of our service target, I was not able to savour the sensation of the slave's lovely, stiff, hot prick just filling my mouth for long, and soon began to suck on it with unrestrained passion, driving its delectable length in and out of my throat with perfectly perverted joy.

The slave could not stand my clever attentions for long. His throbbing prick soon began to jerk uncontrollably in my working mouth, and I prepared myself for the flood of hot man juice that must surely flow into my eager mouth in a matter of seconds. I was not wrong, a stream of hot creamy, male sex fluid splashed warmly against the back of my throat, its luscious musky ambience filling me with happiness and contentment. I swallowed the gushing cream hungrily, enjoying every mouth-watering drop to the full. My voracious mouth drained the pleasure filled slave's balls like a vacuum cleaner gone mad.

Twat one was already climbing down from her perch at the slave's head by the time I allowed the spent cock to slip from my mouth. She grinned at me impishly, and I realised that she had taken her own pleasure through the captive's mouth, while I had sucked him off. Perhaps she had won, but, as I savoured the after taste of the slave's delicious cock cream, now slowly cooling in my contented belly, I doubted it. She, of course, read my thoughts and her expression had soon changed to one of confusion, rather than triumph.

We crawled off to the next statue, again a sole male caught in intricate bondage that accentuated his sexuality. This time twat one swallowed the slave's long, stiff cock in one huge gulp, and sucked at it like her very life depended on causing its inevitable eruption. I had hardly even began to enjoy this decorative slave's avid mouth on my own flowing cunt split, before twat one had drained his swollen balls of their hot sap. I reluctantly withdrew my swollen, dripping cunt from the panting slave's mouth, enjoying one last, liquid swipe of his long tongue on my pulsing girl prick before I did.

Twat one again grinned at me, knowing that she had sucked the slave's cream from him well before his mouth had had the chance to get me off. I shrugged my shoulders at her in a sign of surrender, and we crawled off to our next target. This living sculpture was made up of two figures, one male, and the other female. Both slaves were of indescribable beauty. I tugged at the stiff teats of the female slave while driving my stiff, aching cock up her tight arse pit, and fucking it slowly and tantalisingly while, at the same time. burying my face in her smooth groin and ploughing my agile tongue into her drooling cuntal sleave.

My nose buffeted the slave girl's stiff, throbbing girl prick while the tip of my tongue stimulated the mouth of her womb until her pussy released a flood of spicy woman cum. While I worked on the female twat one used her insatiable cunt tube to wring the cream from the cock of the male half of the decorative duo, while she allowed both slaves to use their mouths on her long, thick cock, although not actually allowing them to feast on her fragrant ball cream.

We went on from living statue to living statue, fucking, or sucking the captive slaves to shattering orgasms. Allowing them to taste our own sexuality, both male and female while we pleasured them. By the time we passed the picture window we saw that the throne slaves had been released from their horrific torture bondage, and were now engaged in an orgy of depraved lesbian sex with slave pair cunts. Mouths sucked passionately at arse rings, teats, and girl pricks. Dildos of monumental proportions were being plunged into dripping cunt pits, and tight ravenous arse tubes in wild abandon. The naked bodies of all concerned glistened with sticky female sex cream. All concerned seemed to be enjoying their surrender to uncontrolled depravity immensely, although slave pair cunts were beginning to look tired and exhausted, physically. A look into their eyes, however, soon showed that their minds did not share this fatigue.

Twat one an I went on. We serviced slave after slave sexually with sublime lasciviousness, until we had finally reached the other end of the bizarre hallway. By that time our own wanton lusts had been heightened amazingly. We had, by instinct, I suggest, not allowed our own stiff, aching pricks to climax while pleasuring the living sculptures, and door slaves, although our drooling cunts had erupted in orgasm on many occasions. It was as if we were deliberately saving the cream of our juicy pricks for the pleasure of the kitchen slaves.

We paused, momentarily, before the kitchen door, twat one rapidly sucking the door slave's cock to throbbing erection, then just as quickly draining the captive's big balls with her talented mouth. We then dragged the heavy door open, and crawled into the large room beyond. Our eyes widened with utter surprise. To date, all the slaves we had seen in the realm had all been, at the very minimum, quite young, and definitely attractive, if not down right beautiful in appearance. This was definitely not the case in the kitchen.

There were ten naked slaves working at food preparation in the large, well appointed kitchen, seven females, and three males. Most of the slaves were middle aged, and all seemed to be over weight, if not downright fat. The pricks of the males were small, or at least appeared to be small, given the fact that they were dwarfed by their hanging bellies. The twat swamps of a couple of the more obese females were not even visible because of the rolls of flesh that drooped from their bellies.

The first couple, whose attention was drawn by our arrival, stopped what they were doing, and stared at us in excited awe. I now realised what Overlord Sextius had meant when he warned us to cater to the kitchen serfs' self esteem as well as their sexual urges. The expressions these two wore on their faces displayed a mixture of lust, excitement, wonder, and envy, all at the same time. Lust and excitement because they realised they were about to be pleasured, wonder at the bizarre sensual loveliness of twat one and I, and envy because our physical beauty only served to highlight their own obvious fleshly deficiencies.

I gave twat one, still staring in shocked surprise at the kitchen slaves, most of whom actually even returned to their work at the benches or stoves after noting our entry, a gentle smile, then crawled over to an enormous fat woman with huge tits drooping well below the level of her soft, round belly. I reached up and caressed the sagging udders with flawless tenderness, and was sure to allow the obese woman to see nothing but happiness and adoration shining from my twinkling eyes. I squeezed and pinched her slowly stiffening teats for her pleasure while projecting lasciviously:

"Oh, adored slave, you have such lovely big tits. Your teats are so beautiful that I long to be permitted to suck on them for your pleasure." The corpulent slave woman drew my face to one of her sagging udders, and sighed with pleasure while feeding my avid mouth with its now huge, stiff teat. I tenderly suckled on it, and continued to project, "Sweet slave, I long to pleasure your glorious body. Please tell me what you desire, and I will use every skill I possess in submissively catering to it. Please! Please! Superior slave, allow this lewd, servile slut to bring pleasure to your lovely nudity!"

The slave woman, her thought pattern laced with wanton, lust crazed happiness, projected lewdly, "Lascivious harlot, I would have that stiff log sprouting up your belly driven through my hot, tight arse ring, and into the depths of my arsehole. While you thoroughly fuck out my arsehole you can reach around an frig my woman cock until my pleasure explodes!" I looked up into the slave's eyes, making sure that my own radiated sheer submissive happiness and adoration and, while continuing to suckle on the rubbery teat and projected my reply with obsequious wheedling tones:

"Please! Sweet slave, I am able to suck on your luscious woman cock while my puny prick works to pleasure your sacred arse pit if it would please you. I yearn to taste the delicious flavours of your glorious cunt split, and fabulous girl prick with my menial tongue. Please let me, adored slave! Please let me, I beg you!" I begged with lewd, lascivious passion. The slave woman shuddered with pleasure at such lecherous pleading, perhaps deriving as much pleasure from my abject grovelling, as from the anticipation of the physical pleasures I promised, and happily acceded to my pleas. To even further accentuate the scenario of low harlot pleading to worship superior being, I made one more utterly humiliating, and degradingly obsequious plea, "Please! Please! Adored slave, permit me to kiss the glorious ring of your beautiful arse, before experiencing the exquisite joy of feeling it squeeze the stem of my lowly fuck stick, I beg you, please let me!" I begged, like a small child pleading for a sweet.

The obese slave woman's excitement was raised to a new, and even more lecherous level by my continued, highly demeaning to me, but equally exciting to her, grovelling. The enormous woman turned around and presented my gaze with a pair of massive, soft fleshed arse slabs. I reached up and gently parted the massive cheeks, and slipped my face into the warm, fleshy chasm between them, flushing with delicious humiliation when I pressed my servile lips to the heavily muscled ring of the fat slave's pungent arsehole. I happily allowed my tongue to wash over the palpitating ring, and a surge of submissive adrenalin flooded me while undertaking, so joyfully, such a debasing act.

I drove my lewd tongue up the slave woman's zesty arse pit, and laved its rippling walls with all the enthusiasm I could muster, making the fat slave shudder with pleasure. Almost reluctantly, I allowed my lascivious tongue to slither from the woman's well lubricated arsehole, then rose to my feet. I held her massive arse slabs open with my eager hands, and positioned the blunt dripping head of my achingly stiff cock against her wildly palpitating arse ring, then slowly drove my hips forward. Inch after inch of hot cock stalk crept into the slave's greedily clasping chute. I found, to my astonishment, that I didn't even have to push my cock into the woman's ravenous arse pit at all, the grasping tunnel actually began to suck the throbbing length in of its own volition.

I breathed a sigh of wanton happiness when the lust crazed slave's humid arse chute had swallowed my entire length, and my prick pulsed with arousal within the sensuous clutches of her gluttonous arsehole. While I began to slowly and thoroughly fuck her arsehole with long evenly applied strokes, I leaned my body forward slightly, and bent my supple trunk around her obese nudity, then buried my face in the rolls of fat in her groin. I had to use my hands to move these rolls of flopping flesh aside so that I could actually get at her ripe, piquant, smoothly plucked cunt split with my licentious tongue. The mature cunt split dripped with ripe female juices, and its raunchy stench was almost overpowering.

I ploughed my agile tongue into the meaty sex and slurped at it with gusto. My taste buds were flooded with powerful female sex flavours, as ripe and zesty as any I had ever tasted. The slave woman's woman cock was incredibly large, though stubby, and throbbed mightily as soon as my wriggling tongue began to stimulate it. I sucked ravenously on the woman's flowing twat swamp while my huge cock sensually reamed out her humid arse chute. All the while I assailed the pleasure filled slave with a constant steam of thoughts praising her beauty and erotic sexuality, and how privileged I felt to be permitted to serve her so lewdly. I told her of how I lived for the luscious flavours of her drooling pussy, and how delightfully her gorgeous arse chute squeezed my throbbing prick.

While I worked tirelessly to pleasure the fat slave woman I was obviously aware that twat one was performing similar services for one of the male slaves. She, like me, was catering to the man's ego in the most demeaning terms, telling him our beautiful his stunted cock was, and how happy she was to be allowed to suck off such a dazzling pole of lust . She kept exhorting the shuddering slave to allow her to feast on the succulent cream of his mouth-watering balls, while, at the same time, praying that he found the flavours of her dripping pussy acceptable to his divine palate.

The fat slave woman I was servicing soon peaked, and a veritable deluge of her raunchy woman cum flooded my working mouth. Her writhing arse pit squeezed my now rapidly pistoning prick so strongly while she climaxed that I thought that it would actually cause my own pleasure soaked prick to also explode. I slurped up the juices flowing from her writhing twat trench with consummate pleasure, having lost myself, completely, in the deliciously humiliating nature of the service I was giving so fervently.

As soon as the woman's cataclysmic orgasm had run its full course I allowed my prick to escape from the clutches of her arse ring, and thanked her profoundly for having allowed me the privilege of serving her. I moved on to one of the males, and sucked his tiny cock off for him, after tonguing his pungent arsehole for his pleasure. All the time I regaled the stunted man with how beautiful his prick was, and how delicious it tasted, almost as luscious as his arse ring had been. He fed me his thin trickle of acrid cum in a fit of sexual lust, and I drank it down while squealing to him that it was the finest male sex cream I had ever tasted.

The next slave woman I serviced wrung her climax out while I fucked her loose cunt pit, and sucked on the thick, rubbery teats of her tiny tits. The final slave woman I serviced sucked my prick while I lapped her stiff woman cock until her reeking cunt exploded in ecstasy, and her ripe tangy juices poured down my gulping throat. While the obese slave sucked on my cock I regaled her with a stream of lewd thoughts, praising her talents as a prick licker, telling her that I had never felt such a divine mouth on my cock before. While my own relentless tongue sucked her woman cock to its inevitable explosion, I allowed my prick to erupt in her mouth, soundlessly shrieking that I could not stop myself, my pleasure soaked cock could not survive the supreme talents of her exquisitely working mouth. The slave woman drank my hot creamy issue down, basking in the delight that I had found her sucking to be so exquisite that I could not stop my cock from surrendering to the pleasure of it.

We had finally serviced all ten of the kitchen slaves. The group crowded around our kneeling nudities, cooing with delight, as if we were small children of whom they were so proud. They played with our tits, pricks and pussies while spoon feeding us a delicious meal, telling us that we were easily the sexiest, and most depraved of the sex slave pairs. Twat one and I basked in their praise while we ate, and regaled them with constant appreciation of their beauty and sexiness, and how privileged we felt to have been permitted to worship them.

After our meal, and a series of hugs from all the slaves, we were on our way to begin the second rotation of our tour of duty. For the rest of the day, and into the dusk we sexually serviced slaves, actually looking forward to the times when we entered the kitchen and delighted its slaves with acts of sublime debauchery while bringing them to shattering climaxes. It was actually quite dark by the time we had completed three rotations, and all was quiet in the palace. Even the orgy in the small courtyard had ceased, and its participants were gone.

When we approached the door to our chamber it swung open and Overlord Sextius, accompanied by a slave pair whippers emerged. The punishment slaves' skins shone with sweat, and my heart surged with both excitement, and sadness. They must have been punishing our slave pair body sluts. My heart went out to the cute, adorable, little slut two, imagining how she must have suffered while her delicate nudity had been whipped by such powerful punishers.

We knelt, submissively, before the Master, lewdly rutting our acutely aroused sexuality under the potent influence of his aphrodisiacal aroma. "You are late, slave pair twat-cock." The powerful dominant stated. "Normally I would have you thrashed to within an inch of your lives, for being so disgracefully tardy. But my kitchen slaves, whose complete satisfaction with their lot I deem to be mandatory, have informed me that your sluttish and depraved performance when servicing them was quite the best they have ever experienced during their time in the realm. In light of this I have decided that your punishment will be reduced to a mere half a dozen strokes of the cane on both your arse slabs and fat tits."

Overlord Sextius then motioned to the slave pair whippers, who detached cruel canes from their belts. Twat one, and I arched our backs and leant forward, presenting our still lewdly rolling arse slabs to the sadistic slave pair whippers. I squealed with hurt when the cane cracked into my bottom slabs with savage ferocity. My shrieks of pain quickly, however, became wild exhortations to the cruel punishers to cane my writhing bottom harder. The six strokes were all delivered with exquisite ferocity, and my poor bottom felt like it was striped with lines of fire.

Immediately all six strokes had been administered both twat one and I threw our torsos back so that our massive tits were thrust up wantonly. We both howled, mentally, in pain when the muscular whippers used their canes on our tender tits with even greater, savage ferocity, wailing out our pleas for more vicious punishment, our gratitude to our tormentors for their merciless efforts, and, of course, our sorrow to Overlord Sextius for having displeased him so much. The six strokes to out suffering tits had soon been administered and Overlord Sextius and his slave pair whippers immediately strode off, leaving us to our own devices. We, despite our hurt, were both acutely depressed by the fact that the slave pair whippers had not even allowed us to suck them off after they had completed our punishment.

This loss was much more deeply felt by twat one than I, for I was soon kneeling before our door slave, with his beautiful prick plumbing the depths of my adoring throat. I sucked the lovely, hot, stiff prick until it exploded with pleasure, and bathed my gulping throat with its luscious issue. Twat one looked on in envy while I sucked the slave off, but this time I did not add to her frustration by teasing her about it. Once the slave's balls had been totally drained twat one and I entered our own private haven.

My heart almost broke with sorrow when I saw slave pair body sluts. The beautiful, young tits of both were covered with weals and welts, and their gorgeous cunt splits, and normally pristine mounds were grotesquely swollen and reddened, and even showed evidence of bleeding. The sobbing slut two rushed into my arms and cried silently with her lovely face buried in my neck. Slut one was soon being cradled in twat one's arms, and was nursing on one of her stiff teats while twat one soothed her punished lover.

Any thought that slave pair body sluts were resentful of their punishment were soon banished when the delightful slut two began to mentally whisper to me. I listened to the little whore's excited chatter, delivered with sobs of hurt still effecting her projections, while holding her warm nudity against my own savagely striped tits. "It hurts so gorgeously, to have a cruel whip thrash my soft little tits so mercilessly," The little slut sobbed, "But, darling cock one, when the cruel whipper lashed my tender cunt split so hard, I couldn't stop it from exploding in agonised ecstasy. He whipped my harlot cleft so hard that I came and came, and thought I would die from pleasure."

I cuddled the little slave, tenderly caressing her savaged tits, and petting the moist, swollen flesh of her brutally abused cunt while she sobbed out her happiness. I marvelled at the strange priorities that masochists have, where punishment out strips depravity in our yearnings. I found myself envying slut two, she had suffered much more than I had, with just a few stripes on my arse and tits to show, while she wore the badges, so proudly, of much more savage and therefore delicious suffering.

We bathed, and anointed our little slaves on this occasion, rather than the other way round, and pleasured their beautiful bodies for hours before we slept that night. While it was almost impossible for us to tell our little sluts apart physically, I had no such trouble mentally. Slut one shared twat one's impish character, and slut two my own more accepting characteristics. This meant, of course, that twat one and slut one were soon avid collaborators in teasing slut two and I mercilessly. It was almost as if we had become their slaves, when we were in the privacy of our chamber. Slut two and I were only too happy to acquiesce in this order of things, and submissively immersed ourselves in the utterly depraved, and thoroughly debauched acts the other two forced upon us, incessantly.