Life went on for us. We spent our days servicing the slaves of the realm, and our nights lost in the erotic orgies which we and our slave pair body sluts revelled in. We were frequently punished when our performances were less than that required. In short, twat one and I settled into our lives of submission and sexual depravity like the perfectly servile sex slaves that we were. We experienced our first surge of new elation when Overlord Sextius announced, after a day serving the domestic slaves, that we were to entertain the deities. Our lewdly rutting bodies flushed with excitement at this announcement, even though it was not to take place for weeks. We were instructed to plan a series of exhibitions of solo eroticism of the most depraved nature imaginable, and told to ensure that punishment was used, liberally, to add to the visual depravity of each performance.

We were beside ourselves with excitement and yearning, and spent the next few weeks building up a repertoire of acts of self abuse, and sheer debauched spectacle that must surely entertain the deities. We even included our little sluts in thinking up exhibitions, much to their envy and jealousy. As slave pair body sluts they had only ever been permitted to actually see Divine God Heroditas, and Divine Goddess Aphrodisia once in their entire time in the realm. Apparently, once every thousand years the Rulers allowed an orgy to be staged for their entertainment, that included all slaves within the realm. Our slave pair body sluts had not been captives for long enough to have been part of one of these as yet, and being part of one had become one of their enduring yearning desires.

The great day finally arrived. Our slave pair body sluts entered into the excitement of the event. They spent what seemed like hours grooming and preening our bodies until we felt as though we were the most perfect specimens of beautiful sexuality in existence. Right up until the moment that Overlord Sextius came to collect us the delicious slut two kept whispering suggestions to me. I marvelled at the sheer depravity of the cute little slut's vivid imagination. Also, of course, twat one taunted me incessantly over the days and weeks leading up to the big one. She teasingly exhorted me, for once in my life, to attempt to match her in the depraved debauchery stakes and therefore, not to embarrass her in the presence of the God and Goddess.

All this playful anticipation came to an abrupt end on the arrival of Overlord Sextius to collect us. My heart pounded with awed dread while I knelt before him, my cock straining rigidly, my teats pulsing, my balls aching with bursting sap, and, of course, my cunt split drooling with rich, female sex cream. He spent a few moments inspecting me, along with the equally aroused twat one. After expressing his satisfaction with our appearances, the overlord commanded us to follow him.

My mind struggled to contain my excitement, and dread, while I crawled along behind the powerful dominator. My massive tits felt as though they had swelled to even more gigantic proportions, and swung heavily from my chest as I crawled, making me acutely aware of their presence. In fact, the closer we came to the ornate door to the chamber of the Gods, the more acute my awareness of the sheer depravity of my sexuality I became, and my tongue lolled out of my mouth, and my mincing arse cheeks twitched like a bitch in heat.

Overlord Sextius paused before opening the enormous doors, allowing us to both gather our thoughts, but more importantly to prepare ourselves for our degrading, and humiliating entrance. Twat one and I turned our shuddering nudities around, then straightened our legs slightly, and bent our torsos down so that our massive tits protruded between our well spread legs. We bent our necks upwards, so that our faces were not visible from behind. We were not to be permitted to gaze upon the deities until they permitted that joy.

Thus, from behind we presented the most depraved and debauched sight you could imagine. Our arses were raised high and, in fact, represented the tallest part of our bodies. Their cheeks were widely split so that our pulsing arse rings were clearly visible. My huge, achingly rigid prick hung straight down from my smooth crotch, and my swollen, sap filled balls bulged lewdly at its thick base, promising spectacular depravity when they shed their rich cream. My immense tits jutted out towards the front, their top slopes level with my ankles, and the soaked split of my cunt gaped obscenely, clearing exposing the stiff spike of my acutely aroused girl prick. In short, the entire extent of my bizarre, and highly stimulated sexuality was presented in utter wanton depravity, and flawless submission.

Twat one too, had adopted a similar sexually degrading posture. In her case, however, her long stiff cock was presented, between her massive udders, and her wantonly splayed cunt split formed the centre piece of the apex of her body. Overlord Sextius dragged the enormous doors open, and we were struck by a wave of pure, flawless, aphrodisiacal fragrance. The overlord's twin penises snapped to throbbing erection instantly. Twat one and I felt our already highly aroused sexuality almost burst with a surge of stimulation.

My jutting tits felt even more swollen, and the teats capping them began to tingle maddeningly. My balls also seemed to swell grotesquely, and ached with such a ferocious yearning that I was sure they would actually explode. Rivers of sex juice flowed from my splayed open cunt split, wetting my panting torso until my skin glistened with it. Hot, creamy ball cream dripped from the tip of my pulsating prick onto the bottoms of my aching tits. The stronger the influence of the fragrance of unadulterated lust and depravity became, the more insanely aroused I became. My arse slabs began to undulate involuntarily, lewdly rutting my unbelievable aroused cock, and my shoulders began to shimmy, shaking the enormous mounds of my pleasure soaked tits wantonly.

Twat one had reacted with identical depravity to the staggering onset of the aroma of the Gods. Her shapely arse cheeks rolled and rutted uncontrollably. Female sex juice dripped from her writhing cunt split, wetting the bottoms of her fabulously swollen balls with its sticky essence. Her tits too, shook wildly, and her burgeoning cock dripped its pre-cum onto the stone floor below.

The same insane lust that had taken control of our bodies also invaded our minds. Our thought patterns became utterly dominated by erotic craving, exquisite submission, and immaculate adoration. Our brains seemed to operate on two planes. One was dominated by such powerful lust that its thoughts constituted a continuous babble of servile, and utterly depraved debauchery. The other, however, while also dominated by submissive, and depraved lust, was magically capable of coherent thought patterns, and projections of complete, pristine clarity. It was this plane that we began to project as we began our slow, tortuous entry into the chamber of the Gods, our sweating, naked bodies, reeking with the odours of acutely aroused sexuality, rutting with immaculate obscenity. Our depraved thought projections were delivered in perfect unison, as if our brains had become fused into one.

"Adored, worshipped, revered Divine God Heroditas! Exalted, treasured, idolised Divine Goddess Aphrodisia! I am your servile slave, and submit my lewd existence to you forever! I am your utterly debauched harlot, dedicated to performing the most immaculately perverted, and flawlessly depraved acts of obscene lust for you amusement for ever! I am your consummately lewd whore, committed to surrendering to unspeakable degeneracy and unutterable depravity for your entertainment! I am your utterly obscene slut, and surrender, unconditionally to the depths of perverse lust and depraved debauchery for your amusement with joyous happiness! I am your submissive chattel, and yearn to suffer the most exquisite of agonies for your delight and entertainment!"

Twat one and I made these astonishing projections with awful clarity, and in absolute submission while our obscenely cavorting nudities edged their way, rear first, into the chamber of the Gods. The further we went into the interior of that enchanted place the more intense, and unbearable our lust became. I was sure that I would lose my sanity, such was the sheer power of the sexual obsession the presence of Divine God Heroditas, and Divine Goddess Aphrodisia engendered.

I didn't, of course, although it will always remain a mystery how. We came to a halt about ten feet from the living thrones on which the celestial beings rested, our bodies writhing in uncontrolled, obscene lust, and our thoughts raving with exhortations to be permitted to submit ourselves to indescribable acts of perversity, exhortations to them to have us punished beyond endurance in order that our agony might please them, if only for an instant.

Somehow, despite my reeling state of mind I noted that we were the sole slave pair present. I assumed that a slave pair whippers were in station on other side of the thrones, and was able to see two other pairs of punishers, their mighty cocks rearing up from their groins in throbbing erection, stationed on either side of the Overlord Sextius. Twat one and I wallowed in our wanton depravity, and waited with aching craving need, for the deities to acknowledge us.

"You are permitted to turn and gaze upon our magnificence!" The God and Goddess commanded, in perfect unison. Twat one and I turned to face the throne with almost indecent haste. My heart pounded with such force that I thought it must explode in ecstasy when my eyes settled on the angelic beings. Their beauty, and potency was excruciating, and my sweating body's obscene gyrations took on an even more lust crazed depravity. My hands had flashed up to link behind my head to demonstrate my servile submission to the heavenly creatures I adored so intensely it was all I could do to remain conscious.

My shoulders rolled uncontrollably, and I shook my massive, swollen tits at the seated deities with such obscene force that I was in danger of causing my wildly rutting nudity to topple over. A river of hot glistening girl cum flowed from my splayed open cunt split, its rigid girl prick pulsating fabulously, down my palpitating belly to join the male sex cream pouring from the tip of my excruciatingly stiff, throbbing prick, down its hot, throbbing stalk, soaking my fat, swollen balls in the depraved mixture. My hips gyrated lewdly, waving the stalk of my male sexuality about in a frenzy of lecherous submission.

"Just lovely," The Divine God Heroditas, declared, "Our new sluts are just perfect, don't you think, Aphrodisia?" The Divine Goddess Aphrodisia replied, with a shrug, "Let's see how the obscene harlots perform before we go overboard, Heroditas. But I will admit that, visually at least, they certainly look amusing." My heart surged with joy at even this slightly back handed compliment from the Goddess, and resolved that my performance would win her over completely, no matter the cost to me.

"Which one shall we observe performing first, darling?" The Divine God Heroditas inquired of his consort. Twat one, and my craving thought projections battled to be the first to obscenely display our perverted lust for the amusement of our Rulers. Gone was any thought, on my part, to defer to the urges of twat one. I longed to be the first to debase my rutting nudity in obscene depravity with all my being. My thoughts pleaded with the God to choose me with a fervour that, despite my feverish lust, shocked me to my core. I yearned to perform, craved the sexual humiliation, longed for the degradation. But, to my utter despair, it was not to be.

"I think we shall enjoy the slut, twat one first." The Divine Goddess Aphrodisia decided. I thought my heart would break, and twat one's mind projected lust crazed triumph that only added to my misery. Then the sacred Goddess, having, no doubt, picked up on twat one's triumphant projection, quickly, and effectively brought the rutting slut back to reality. "The lewd whore's obscene cavorting will no doubt provide a perfect introduction to what I suspect will be a much more depraved and obscene performance from the male harlot."

Twat one's triumph turned to despair at this development but, such is the competitive nature of twat one, she had soon forgotten all about it, and prepared to display her lust crazed nudity in a exhibition of sublime depravity. Twat one had chosen to fuck her own arse ring as her first offering. She edged her writhing nudity onto another mat, closer to, and directly in front of the watching deities. I noted a disenable increase in the utter lust crazed babblings of twat one's projections the closer she got to the godly beings.

In spite of my own depraved frenzy I was able to watch twat one perform, and was even proud of her dedication to her own debauchery. The lewd slut spread her thighs wide, so that her drooling cunt split's fat, swollen lips spread even wider open, clearly baring the erect spike of her pulsating girl prick. She levered her body up onto her bent legs, having to use her hands on the floor to steady herself. Then she bent her torso back, folding it, amazingly, down to her slick, glistening arse slabs. Still she kept forcing it back until, astonishingly, her head, and her massive tits, appeared between her grotesquely spread legs, below her crotch.

Twat one then used her forearms to force the huge mounds of her udders aside, thus allowing her long, thick, throbbing prick stem to stand freely, arching up towards her pulsing arse ring. The depraved harlot then both bent her knees slightly, and raised her chest upwards. A thought projection of squealing, lust heralded the incredible sight of the blunt, dripping head of her straining prick forcing its way past her own tight sphincter. Twat one's shrieks of lust and debauchery became utterly uncontrolled while inch after inch of her throbbing male sex stalk disappeared into her clasping arse pit.

The frenzied whore was in slut heaven while she impaled her twitching arse ring with her own pulsing prick stalk, its thick girth stretching the ring open grotesquely. Twat one's whole body shuddered with wanton lust when, finally, and incredibly, the entire length of her thick, throbbing prick had vanished into her packed arse chute, and her chest was pressed firmly into the taut rounds of her svelte bottom cheeks. The harlot's face then fell, so that she was able to stare at the deities. Her features wore an expression of pure, unadulterated depravity, her wide, violet eyes shone with perfect wanton lust, and a leer of sheer debauchery creased her full, pouting lips.

Twat one began, simultaneously, to flex her legs and drive her chest up and down. The huge length of her throbbing cock reacted by slowly emerging from the tight clutches of her violated arse chute, then driving back into the clasping hole. The frenzied whore's uncontrolled thoughts of divine depravity, abject submission, sheer wanton joy, and almost supernatural gratitude accompanied the reaming out of her pleasure soaked arse pit with her equally ecstatic prick.

The pace with which twat one plunged her achingly stiff cock in and out of her writhing arse chute slowly quickened, and the length of each obscene stroke became more and more full with each succeeding lunge of her sweating torso. She panted and gasped with the effort it took to both maintain her contorted posture, and to arrive at the level of obscene fucking that she aimed for, that of her huge cock actually escaping the clutches of her craving arse ring, before spearing back through the gaping ring, and driving, to the hilt into the welcoming hole.

Twat one fucked herself with ever increasing vigour. The pleasure, and divine degradation she was experiencing caused her to squeal out her lust in thought projections of ever increasing depravity. Her huge tits bounced around heavily, and her sweating arse slabs rolled lewdly with every lust crazed lunge until, with an eerie shriek of utter ecstasy, her swollen balls flexed mightily, and a stream of white, creamy ball juice erupted from the tip of her pulsing prick, and flooded the clasping pout of her ravenous arse ring and instant before her movement drove the gushing stalk back, deeply into her arse chute.

The pleasure filled harlot lost complete control while her throbbing prick spewed out the juices of its pleasure. Her craving arse ring wrung out the relentlessly plunging pole with exquisite ferocity, until her balls were drained dry, yet still she plunged the stiff stalk in and out of her sloppy chute, squealing out her lust, and exhorting the deities to allow her to fuck her arse to shreds, shrieking out her gratitude at being permitted to display her obscenity to them, and begging them to be allowed to continue.

The Rulers watched the cavorting heap of wanton obscenity debase herself for a further few seconds before Divine Goddess Aphrodisia intervened, "Enough, lewd slut! Clean yourself, then return to your position. It's time to see how your partner in depravity reacts to such a disgustingly perverted performance. Twat one, reluctantly, allowed her gaping arse chute to surrender the still achingly rigid pole of her temporarily spent prick for the last time. She lewdly poised her gaping mouth a few inches below her equally gaping arse ring, then forced her soaked arse pit to surrender the juices that so thoroughly flooded it. The sight of rich, hot cock cream flowing from the slack arse pout, and pouring into the wanton slut's gulping mouth was as degradingly obscene as her actual self fucking had been, and I watched in awe at her capacity for depraved self abuse.

Once the creamy cock juice flow ceased twat one raised her face and obscenely lapped the remaining residue from her arse ring, then straightened her contorted body. Her face wore a look of sheer satisfaction, laced with immaculate longing while she edged her way back to her slave mat. While the lewd whore moved back into position she continued to use her long tongue to lap the sticky mess of sex cream from her throbbing cock stem, from its thick, pulsing base to it still profusely dripping tip.

"Now it's your turn, cock one!" Divine God Heroditas projected, "And you'll have to be at your obscene best to top the performance of your fellow slut." My heart pounded with a fresh surge of masochistically depraved adrenalin while I prepared to degrade my nudity with utterly obscene depravity, for the amusement of my Rulers. The sheer intensity of my lustful arousal rose to a new, and even more unbearable level as I edged my furiously rutting body closer to the seated divinities, and my thought projections became the uncontrolled ravings of submission, and indescribable debauchery of a slut driven mad with sexual craving and masochistic longing.

I quickly adopted a posture of similar obscenity to that Twat one had chosen for her first exhibition. That is I spread my legs wide, bent my knees, the folded my torso back until my huge tits appeared from between my legs and my face pointed up towards my muscular arse cheeks. This contorted stance caused my aching cock pole to rear straight up from my hairless crotch. I projected my need for a dildo of magnificent proportions to pack my cunt pit, and a stone prick appeared, as if by magic, rising out the floor and heading straight to my drooling cunt split, as if it had a mind of its own.

I squealed in lust when the enormous stone cock drove into my twat sleave, stretching its silky walls fabulously. Ten inches of the massive cock ploughed into my cunt, filling it to the hilt. This, of course, was not just to add to the sheer obscenity of my performance, but also served to stabilise my grotesquely contorted body, and allowed my hands to be free to perform a crucial task in my exhibition. When I was ready to actually begin my utterly depraved, and masochistically awe inspiring act I projected a begging plea, over the incessant, obscene ravings that involuntarily erupted from my brain:

"Divine God Heroditas! Divine Goddess Aphrodisia! I worship you with every fibre of my being and pray that my utterly depraved and debauched obscenity pleases you. I am beyond happiness in that you have deigned to permit me to entertain you with my servile, lust crazed depravity!" My lust crazed brain squealed ecstatically. I used my hands to tear the cheeks of my arse apart, baring the muscled ring of my arsehole. Then, with wave after wave of pure, obscene lust, and utterly perverted joy washing over my shuddering nudity, drove three inches of my tongue into my pungent arse pit.

"Adored slave pair whippers!" My brain projected in a fit of masochistic craving. "I implore you, take your cruelest cock whips and flay the stalk of immaculate lust that sprouts so lecherously from my perverted fork. I beg you, slave pair whippers, thrash the pole of lust with all your might! Lash it from base to tip! Make it throb with agony! Show the servile slave cock no mercy! See how it drips with yearning to suffer! I beseech you lash my throbbing cock pitilessly, and with every once of your power, while my lewd tongue sucks obscenely on my perverted arse ring for the amusement of the Rulers!"

A slave pair whippers, even before my raving pleas had been completed, detached cruel wire whips from their belts, and took up positions on either side of my obscenely cavorting nudity. The whips they wielded were truly barbaric in design, six feet long, the first five feet being barely flexible, while the final foot was just the opposite, and its surface covered with hundreds of tiny, razor sharp spikes. It was designed to wrap around whatever it was used to flay, and to slice it up most brutally. My heart pounded with dreadful masochistic euphoria at the sight of the whips, and the realisation of the immaculate agony that would be wreaked on my defenceless prick stalk.

Just as the slave pair whippers were drawing their brutal whips back to begin the merciless thrashing of my aching, throbbing, drooling cock pole I made one final plea to the deities, "Please! Please! Idolised Rulers! When you tire of watching the depraved prick stalk of the lewd slut whose body and soul you own suffer, signal the slave pair whippers to shift the target of their beautiful whips from the stalk of sexual depravity, to the swollen nuts at its base. Command them to flay the tender balls mercilessly, while they shed their perverted offal for your entertainment!"

I was not sure whether the Rulers had acceded to this final plea or not, but I prayed they would for my ball ached to shed their creamy juice, and my lust crazed projections again took complete control of my consciousness. I howled in utter agony when the first stroke exploded on my cock stem. The pain was truly appalling. The spikes sliced the sensitive skin of my steel hard prick, causing blood to flow from the very beginning. My fevered brain had no time to recover from the shock of that initial lash before the second of the whippers landed his first pitiless lash.

I howled in agony, yet still managed to exhort the merciless punishers to greater, and more powerful brutality. I pleaded with them to whip my suffering, agony racked prick harder, and harder, and to never stop. Soon my huge cock dripped with crimson blood, and throbbed with terrifying agony. Had I not been in the presence of the potent Rulers I would have, no doubt, lost consciousness long since. But, their power kept me aware, and allowed me to bask in the suffering and misery I so longed for. My tortured cock felt as though it had been plunged into a vat of boiling oil. The sensation was exquisite, and my masochism transcended perfection.

I wallowed ecstatically in my harrowing agony, howling out my masochistic joy in a constant stream of almost mesmeric projections. My tongue lapped and laved lewdly at my palpitating arse ring as though it had a mind of its own. The interior muscles of my packed cunt tube squeezed the brutal invader with a force that beggared belief. My steel hard girl prick pulsed in ecstasy. But all this was secondary to the sheer intensity of the suffering I revelled in. My projections became more and more incoherent, mere babbles of love for my ruthless tormentors, and flawless adoration of the God and Goddess, for permitting me to debase myself so obscenely, and, of course, to suffer so exquisitely.

The flaying of my rock hard cock stalk went on and on relentlessly, and utterly mercilessly. I found myself squealing out for the next brutal whip stroke, even before the previous lash had unwound itself from my wounded prick stem. My brain kept exploding in waves of agony, but yearned for more. I existed in masochistic paradise and rejoiced in my submission, perversity, and divine suffering. Time seemed to stand still while the whippers lashed my prick with consummate savagery, never seeming to lose the potency and power with which they administered to my cruel punishment.

Somewhere, in the recesses of my raving thoughts I heard the projection, "Slave pair whippers, we would see the obscene harlot's beautifully punished prick spew now." I grunted and howled with renewed, and horrifically intensified agony when the horrific whip lashes shifted their target from my rigid prick stalk to the infinitely more sensitive, swollen orbs of my sap filled balls. All hell then broke loose. While the horrific lashes sliced up my fat swollen balls with unerring accuracy, and terrifying brutality, and my brain exploded if a frenzy of masochistic elation, a huge load of boiling man juice streaked up the length of my tormented, abused cock stalk, and burst spectacularly from the bleeding tip of my prick.

The thick stream of pale, creamy sex juice shot at least ten feet into the air, before splashing wetly down into my now wildly undulating crotch. Masochistic lust consumed my every fibre, while my cock continued to erupt uncontrollably. While my cock wildly exploded I drove the full length of my long, slobbering tongue into the humid, pungent depths of my writhing arse pit, and glued my lips to my palpitating anal ring in ecstasy. I shook my massive tits so hard that their huge masses slapped together audibly, and I fucked my spasming cuntal sleave on the monstrous stone cock with feral force. My whole body exploded, over and over, in absolute sexual ecstasy. My prick spurted again and again, while my magnificently suffering, pain filled balls shed a veritable ocean of juice.

My projections became wails of ecstatic gratitude to my celestial owners while I surrendered to the exquisite, never ending orgasm that seemed so intense that it consumed my entire being. Each pore of my skin seemed to be exploding in sexual climax. Then, as suddenly as it had hit me, the cataclysmic climax ended. My pain and suffering remained terrifyingly intense, and the lust that consumed me hardly waned at all. But my aching, pain soaked balls stopped ejecting their sap, and my throbbing, horrifically abused prick no longer sprayed its creamy issue. More heart renderingly to me, however, slave pair whippers finally ceased their terrifying lashing of my aching nuts.

My exhausted body almost collapsed. My long tongue slithered from the tight confines of my arse pit, and the huge stone dildo magically retracted into the stone floor. I folded my torso back into its normal upright position, and my hands clasped the back of my head in submission. I wildly gyrated my lewd fork at the celestial beings, and rolled my massive tits at them in continued depravity. Already, the cuts and abrasions covering the length of my tortured prick and tormented nuts had begun to miraculously heal.

The Rulers watched me cavort, obscenely, before them, while my own brain sang with praise for, and gratitude to them for allowing me to exhibit my debauchery, and to wallow the aftermath of the terrible catering to my masochistic cravings. "That was most entertaining, cock one." The regal Rulers projected in unison. "We are most pleased with you." My heart pounded with sublime happiness at the praise of my owners, and I begged profusely to be permitted to amuse them further with my wanton depravity.

"Your little obscene performance was so good that we would have you rewarded, harlot. You may worship one of Overlord Sextius' sets of testicles while the whore, twat one, tries to match your imagination, and wanton enthusiasm in her next act. If he desires it, he may even allow you to feast on their essence." I glowed with pride and pleasure. My heart beat wildly, and my lust grew. I would suck the Master's lovely testicles with such skill and devotion that surely he would reward me by allowing me to suck for, and to drink their divine ambrosia.

I crawled off towards the Overlord Sextius, while twat one prepared for her second exhibition. Despite the insane sensations of sheer lust that captured my sensibility, I was able to discern that twat one was going to use every endeavour to match the depravity of my first performance. Even in her state of lust crazed sexual turmoil she was still able to react to her petulant character. She was still trying to demonstrate that she, not me, was the master of sluttish, and masochistic submission. I wondered how the celestial beings would view twat one's little display of petulance. Would they punish her, or reward her? Time alone, would tell, but I knew intrinsically, that my own servile temperament was much more finally tuned than hers. She tended to be too eager to enjoy pleasure, and less zealous in subjecting it to the desires of the dominants. In short, twat one seemed to exert her own brand of dominance, even when serving, where as I was able to submit all thought of my own desires to the over riding craving to serve others.

I knelt, submissively, at the feet of Overlord Sextius and gazed adoringly at the fat, swollen, hairless testicles that nestled so alluringly at the base of the tremendous sex stalk sprouting from his right thigh. My yearning mouth flooded with the saliva of my lewd excitement, and my long tongue soon began to unfurl in readiness to taste the magnificence of those sap filled orbs. I managed to position myself so that I was able to watch twat one's performance out of the corner of my eye, my lust crazed consciousness being torn between the desire to see the lascivious harlot, and the need to feast my eyes on the superb sex of the dominating overlord. Needless to say, I managed to achieve both.

A fresh, potent surge of delight rushed through my veins when my soft, hot, wet tongue finally washed over the smooth skin of Overlord Sextius' testicle sack, and my senses were flooded with rich, aroused male sexuality. I settled down to adore the manly balls with worshipping devotion, while twat one began her second act of self abasement staged exclusively for the entertainment of the watching deities.

Twat one had decided, for her second act, to fuck herself for their amusement. This time, however, she was going to enhance the depravity of the act by having herself subjected to fearsome punishment at the same time. She began by spreading her bent legs grotesquely wide, splitting open the drooling lips of her incredibly aroused cunt split. She then folded her flexible torso back until her enormous tits protruded between her splayed open thighs. She willed a huge, thick dildo into being, and squealed in lust and pain when it sank deeply into her tight arse pit, its huge, unyielding stone girth stretching that tender tube to tearing point.

This enormous invasion of twat one's tender arse tube served two purposes. The first, of course, to add to the lecherous nature of her lewd performance, and the second to anchor her contorted nudity to prevent it from overbalancing, or even collapsing in an embarrassing heap on the floor. Her posture caused the huge staff of her male sex to arch out from her torso, and its massive, dripping tip to be poised at the clenching entrance to her cunt pit. The perverse slut then willed her teats to be pierced, and, magically, a pair of hooks, with barbed points speared each of her throbbing nipples. Twat one howled in ecstatic agony while the pain assailing her skewered teats flooded through her. She savoured her hurt for a few seconds before willing her tits to be stretched out from her body by the hooks, exposing their soft, tender under bellies vulnerably and defencelessly.

I watched twat one continue her lewd and depraved act in wonder, but even as my long tongue furled around the hot, sap filled balls of the overlord, and I savoured the luscious flavours of aroused male sexuality, my own fevered brain was already planning a performance that would blow twat one's away for sheer debauched lecherousness, not to mention a level of exquisite agony that would have that that she was suffering pale into insignificance in comparison. The hand of the overlord had dropped to my head, and he stroked me like a pet animal while my eager tongue sensuously worshipped his gorgeous testicles.

Twat one's lewd preparations were almost complete. Her fevered projections of unbridled lust and masochistic ecstasy had grown to mindless proportions. She squealed out in servile submission, begging slave pair whippers to thrash the soft under bellies of her massive tits with all their might. The dripping head of her mighty prick was, by now, lodged in the gaping mouth of her lewdly drooling cunt split. Her mental shrieks of hurt reverberated around the unearthly silence of the chamber of the gods when each of the brutal punishers brought a long thin, barely flexible cane down onto the stretched out meat of her fabulous tits, each blow landing with a resounding thump.

The suffering slave's projected squeals of anguish, however, were soon being matched by ones of unbelievable lust and submission while inch after inch of her huge, throbbing prick disappeared into the hot clasping hole of her ecstatic cunt. I watched with a degree of excitement, my tongue washing Overlord Sextius' fat swollen balls with ever increasing passion, as the suffering harlot thoroughly, a deeply fucked herself. She squealed out her adoration of the deities with unbridled lust and devotion. She absorbed her terrifying punishment with joy and submission.

The hand that had been so casually petting my head suddenly grasped me by my silky hair when the climax of twat one's depraved act seemed to be approaching. My heart pounded with excitement and happiness when my head was drawn up, and the Master's enormous penis was thrust deeply into my gaping mouth, and its hot pulsating length driven down my gulping throat. Stars of ecstasy flooded my raving consciousness while I tasted the sublime flavour of his virile sexuality.

My adoring mouth sucked at the throbbing sex stalk with unreserved passion. I wallowed in the exquisite humiliation that had always consumed me while my mouth worshipped male sex. Twat one squealed in ecstasy as her pulsating prick exploded in the depths of her ferally writhing cunt pit. But to me it was of secondary importance for, at the same instant, Overlord Sextius' huge penis also erupted, and my adoring mouth was inundated with a deluge of rich, creamy, virile testicle cream. My slavish brain sang in rapture as an ocean of the most luscious male essence I had ever experienced flowed down my gulping gullet, and into my yearning belly. I sucked on the spurting penis with single minded devotion. My Brain sang out to the fabulous Master my eternal gratitude to him for the gift he bestowed while I drank from his gushing penis in utter joy and rapture.

The climax seemed to last forever, or at least time stood still while twat one climaxed over and over until her creamy prick juice, mixed with the flood of cunt cream being released from her convulsing twat tube, flowed from her clasping cunt split, and splashed onto the floor below her. Eventually her orgasms began to ebb and wane, and the brutal thrashing of her swollen, bruised tits ceased. The hooks retracted from her teats, allowing the punished udders to flop back into their normal positions. The huge stone cock withdrew from her aching arsehole, and the slave collapsed to her knees before the Regal Rulers. At the same time, and much to my own chagrin, Overlord Sextius' penis ceased to spurt its divine elixir, and he dragged my mouth from the spent organ which still stood proud and stiff, from his muscular thigh.

Soon twat one and I were back in position before the seated God and Goddess. "A better perforce from the twat harlot, don't you think?" Divine God Heroditas commented to his celestial partner. Divine Goddess Aphrodisia, being I suspected, a harsher task master than her colleague, was reluctant to agree totally with His assessment. It seemed, however, that the Goddess was the one to dispense favours, and She was in the mood to be benevolent, "Twat one, you servile whore. Even though I am not entirely satisfied with your performance I will, never the less, permit you to attend to the relief of the slave pair whippers who pandered to your tits during your performance while cock one entertains us with his next presentation. It will be interesting to see how the trollop compensates for the fact that there will be no slave pair whippers to assist him."

I managed to intercept twat one's reaction to this comment, and found that her thought patterns, overriding the sheer lust crazed babbling, reflected a mixture of shame and sorrow, laced with extreme excitement at the prospect of pleasuring her savage tormentors. She was soon wedged between the two muscular punishers. Her mouth engulfed one tormentor's mighty erection, while the other speared her tight arsehole with his throbbing cock. Both began to rape the lewd harlot with a savagery that defied description. Her drooping udders flopped around crazily with the vigour of her defilement.

I drew a deep breath, and prepared to subject myself to the unbelievable depravity, and indescribable agony that I had dreamed up while sucking on the divine penis and testicles of the Overlord Sextius. I moved my rutting nudity into position before the watching deities, then manoeuvred my body around until my fat, swollen balls were the highest point of my contorted nudity, and sat lewdly above the taut skin of the rounds of my arse cheeks. With surges of terrified masochistic ecstasy flooding through my being I willed a long, sharp needle to pierce the tender orbs, driving completely through the sensitive meat until six inches of each of its ends protruded from either side of the horrifically skewered orbs.

Wave after wave of excruciating agony flooded through me while I fought, mentally, to regain some modicum of control over my tormented consciousness. Eventually I managed to do this, and thrilled to the surges of masochistic delirium that wafted through my sweat soaked nudity. I gathered my thoughts again, and with extreme excited trepidation, prepared to subject myself to the next phase of my self inflicted agony. I willed a chain to descend from the high ceiling of the chamber, and saw it descend towards my barbarically skewered balls. Small hooks at the end of the chain soon engaged the ends of the needle piercing my ferociously hurting balls.

My shrieks and howls of unadulterated agony reverberated around the chamber, drowning out all other thought projections entirely when I will the chain to retract upwards, towards the ceiling. My agonised nuts were torn out from my crotch with terrifying force, until the bleeding eggs were stretched at least four inches up from my agonised crotch. The surges of agony were almost beyond belief, and my thought projections became more and more incoherent as the level of intensity grew and grew until, incredibly, fantastically, my entire shuddering nudity was lifted from the stone floor, and my body hung freely by skewered balls alone.

I howled and wailed out my submission to my Gods. I shrieked and squealed out my love for them for allowing my to suffer so horrifically for their amusement. I was driven insane with pain and suffering and masochist elation while my pain soaked nudity swayed slowly back and forth, suspended by its fabulously suffering balls. The rest of the people in the chamber seemed transfixed by the sheer incredulous nature of my submission and suffering. Even the slave pair whippers, so busily engaged in having their enhanced lusts slaked by the beautiful slut twat one, had concentrated their attentions solely on my phenomenal performance.

After allowing time for my brain to come to grips with my awesome ordeal I was experiencing, I was astonished to realise that I wanted more. I was not yet suffering enough to satisfy my bottomless pit of masochistic yearning. My huge prick had swelled even more, had become ever stiffer, and throbbed ever more wildly the more my suffering intensified. My cunt split literally flowed with the juices of sexual excess, and my girl prick felt as stiff as steel, and pulsated with ecstasy. I levered my torso up until the flowing tip of my prick was seared by the clasping opening of my craving cunt pit.

My brain, in a frenzy of masochistic excess, willed hooks to pierce the throbbing teats capping my fabulous tits. The excruciating pain of the stabs hardly even registered in my mind, given the agony emanating from my barbarously stretched out nuts. But when I willed huge spherical stone balls to be hung from these hooks, and my massive tits were subjected to the resulting pressure my howls of ecstatic agony rose to an even greater crescendo, and my tormented balls were actually stretched a further two inches out from my groin by the massively increased weight they were forced to support.

With a superhuman effort, I managed to plunge the full length of my throbbing cock into the heated swamp of my cunt pit, which closed around the hot length like a velvet vice. The enormous weights swinging from my teats served to keep the masses of my udders from getting in the way, both of the cock plunging into the cunt, and, of course, the clear view of this lewd self fucking that was afforded to my celestial owners. Once my cock was fully buried up my twat sleave I found that my straining girl prick was a mere three inches away from my face. I gazed at the steel hard female cock with a lewd leer creasing my full lips.

Despite the sheer gut wrenching, mind blowing intensity of my agony I was still yet to be satisfied, and willed a metal tube to encompass the delicate stalk of my girl prick. My masochistic insanity ensured that the inside of the metal tube was decorated with hundreds of sharply honed needles which savagely punished the delicate stem when my brain willed the tube to contract brutally. A ball of super sensitised girl prick meat protruded from the tip of this shaft and swelled fabulously when the metal was as tight as my brain could make it, and it bulged in agony before my glazed eyes.

With my mind projecting a cacophony of howled out, masochistic ecstasy, unadulterated adulation of my celestial owners, undying love for them, and sheer depraved lust, I slowly began to fuck my own cunt split with long, even strokes of my burgeoning cock. With each inward plunge of the throbbing sex stem my long, agile tongue was able to tease the swollen tip of my deliciously tormented girl prick. My brain became an instrument of sexual debauchery, and slavish submission while I relentlessly fucked myself. Time seemed to stand still, and yet pass with electrifying velocity. Sex and pain seemed to be the only sensations that existed in my world, and I was an insatiable vessel for both.

The cream in my agony racked nuts began to boil as inevitable orgasm approached. I continued my exquisitely depraved performance without let up, yearning that it never end, that my suffering be eternal. Soon I became aware of projections from the God and Goddess, and my heart almost burst with joy and happiness at the utterances I heard. "This harlot is exquisite, Aphrodisia!" Divine God Heroditas declared, "Its imagination, and capacity for flawless submission is limitless, don't you think?" The Divine Goddess Aphrodisia seemed to agree with her consort entirely, "Yes, Heroditas, you are entirely correct. We must reward this sex animal for its fawning subservience before this session is over!"

My heart pounded with elation. What could such a reward entail. I had already been granted the privilege of tasting the sexuality of Overlord Sextius. What more could there be. It was with such questions still cascading within the confines of my lust soaked brain that I became aware of the command to cease my performance. I almost cried out in sadness, for my huge prick had not yet been allowed to flood the depths of my writhing twat pit with its creamy issue. Could a reward be the denial of relief? Surely not! It would be too cruel! My fevered brain howled out its sorrow, and pleaded with the Gods to be permitted to display its rutting climaxing nudity for their continued amusement. But, to no avail, the command to cease was not rescinded.

My sweating nudity collapsed onto the stone floor as soon as the cruel bondage I had willed was removed, and I regained my posture of lewd rutting depravity before the seated deities. Twat one, too, took up her position beside me. Out of the corner of my eye I was able to see the rich, creamy man juice still seeping from her drooling mouth as she flaunted her nudity to the owners in fits of depraved debauchery.

Time seemed to have completely stood still, and twat one and I performed act after act for the entertainment of the God and Goddess. Our performances vied with each other in the lewd depths of depravity with which they were performed, not to mention the level of suffering they entailed. Twat one was permitted to climax over and over during her acts, but I was not, after my performance, again permitted to orgasm even once. My frustration grew and grew as my un-slaked lusts became ever more potent, and my balls and cunt split both ached with the need to shed the juices of their yearning. Eventually the deities announced that they had tired of the entertainments, and were going to retire. My heart leapt with disappointment, and pleas projected from my brain in demented lust. These were interrupted by Divine Goddess Aphrodisia.

"Fear not, little animal, we are going to reward you as we promised. Present yourself before us, little whore, bare you depraved sexuality like the wanton, insatiable little harlot you are, quickly now!" I thrust my wildly undulating groin out at the Gods with even more deeply felt depravity, and used the fingers of both hands to tear open the gaping lips of my drooling cunt split in a fit of debauched lust. Each of the deities pointed at my rutting nudity, and the unearthly beams of light shot from their finger tips.

A shriek of pure unadulterated ecstasy, almost feral in nature, emanated from my crazed consciousness when the beam of the Divine God Heroditas played over the length of my spasming girl prick plunging that pulsating sex stalk into intolerable sexual arousal. Wail after wail was ripped from my fevered brain while the divine God stroked my woman cock teasingly, over and over, tracing its throbbing length from base to tip with unerring accuracy. I was sure I would go mad with lust, but somehow just managed to retain my sanity.

A few moments later, or was it a few hours, for time seemed to have stood still for me, the beam emanating from the tip of the Divine Goddess Aphrodisia's finger began to play over the bulging orbs of my swollen, sap filled balls. I howled with ecstatic passion, totally out of control. My balls seemed to swell enormously, and became so tight that I was sure that they must explode. Somehow I managed to drag my head down until I stared at the bright beams as they played across my tormented sex meat, driving my berserk with lustful desire.

My fat balls had indeed grown massively as a result of their ecstatic torment, and small geysers of pungent juice spurted from the tip of my pulsing prick uncontrollably. The two sadistic deities tormented me incessantly for seemingly eons, but in reality probably only for a few seconds. But the effect on me was so intense that it seemed never ending. Finally the beams suddenly flashed off leaving me poised on the brink of climactic orgasm, and utterly insane with lust and desire. I remained on my knees on the mat rutting and gyrating with sublime obscenity, rivers of pungent ball cream seeping profusely from the slit in the tip of my swollen, pulsating prick head and flowed down the throbbing stalk of my prick, and oceans of ripe cunt cream dripped from the split of my gaping female sexuality while the deities rose from their human thrones and disappeared through the wall of the chamber.

Unlike on previous occasions my level of sexual arousal did not ebb with their leaving my presence. Rather it continued on that unbearable edge, and I thought that if I didn't get relief I would surely loose my sanity altogether. I looked wildly about me, vainly for some one, or something to fuck. I tried to get to twat one, but was frustrated by the invisible barrier between us. Overlord Sextius, noting my insanity, signalled to the slave pair whippers, and they quickly restrained me, grasping an arm each and dragged me along behind them, out of the mystical chamber and down the long passageway to the door to our private chamber.

Twat one was both surprised, and immensely pleased when it fell to her to suck off the prick of the door slave in my stead. No doubt, in my present state, I may have physically damaged the slave had the task been left to me. As soon as twat one had drained the slave's balls our door was opened and we entered the chamber. Our slave pair body sluts knelt waiting for us, obvious eager for the bout of sexual gymnastics they knew was about to start. The two lascivious little harlots may not have been so eager had they known what was coming. Strangely, one of the slave pair whippers threw an evil looking bull whip onto the floor of our chamber just before he and the other two left.

Almost as soon as I was released I fell on the cute slut two, turned her over onto her front, and drove the entire length of my horrifically aroused cock up her hot, tight little arsehole, to the hilt, in one powerful stroke. The cute, lewd harlot squealed in both hurt and excitement at this action. Hurt because her tight arse ring was so rudely stretched open by my brutal invasion, and excitement because she was once again being used sexually. For my part, my entire being was concentrated on the unbelievable arousal that blocked every other thought from my mind, save that of relieving the sexual madness that had invaded every corner of my tenuous consciousness.

I raped the spasming arse pit of the lascivious little slave girl with no thought for her pleasure, or even her well being. She was just a convenient, albeit compliant vessel for my insane lust. My enormous, wildly throbbing cock ploughed in and out of her convulsing arsehole with feral ferocity until, in a fit of ecstasy my swollen, aching balls shed an ocean of boiling man juice into her churning depths. The power of my climax had absolutely no effect on the intensity of my lust. My huge prick remained pulsatingly erect and my nuts remained as swollen and aching as they had been prior to the orgasm.

I roughly rolled the whore over, and drove my aching length into her silky cunt pit with the same savagery as before, and was soon violating that sex pit with the same ferocity as I had displayed with my rape of her tender arsehole. This time I grasped the adorable slave's head and drove her face against the drooling trench of my female sex. Slut two gasped for breath, in danger of drowning in the flood of girl juice that literally poured from my writhing split. Her mouth and tongue were soon engaged, however, in sucking on my steel hard girl prick as though her life depended on it, and perhaps it did.

My thought projections remained an indecipherable babble to the others in the chamber. The only thing certain to them, and to the sexually abused slut two in particular, was that I was not to be stopped in my quest for relief. Twat one and slut one looked on in excited awe while I fucked slut two's brains out, and flooded her writhing cunt tube in a deluge of ripe steaming cock cream. Without a thought I ripped my aching cock from the liquid grasp of slut two's spasming pussy, turned her squirming nudity around, and drove her mouth down onto my raging erection. The little slave had no choice but to swallow my throbbing length, and try to inhale whenever she was allowed some respite.

At the same time I thrust my own face between her quivering thighs and feasted on my own sex issue that flowed so profusely from both her holes of depravity. No sooner had I emptied her sex of my juices than my insatiable prick again erupted, and bathed the gagging whore's wildly gulping mouth in yet another eruption of male sexuality. Slut two gulped down my load in a frenzy of what was slowly becoming a single minded concentration on pure survival. Yet again a cataclysmic orgasm seemed to have precisely no effect on my own level of sexual arousal, and immediately I had turned slut two's wriggling nakedness around, and was savagely raping her arse pit once again.

In my fevered state I repeated my three way violation of the poor slut two without let up until she was a mere rag doll devoid of any response to my needs. Her cunt pit, arse tube and mouth were all rubbed raw from the actions of my ever hard and hot prick, and her own sexuality was incapable of pleasurable reaction to her violation any longer. Without a second thought I threw the spent harlot aside, and fell upon slut two, tearing her from the embrace of twat one, to that slave's complete outrage. I threw myself onto this little harlot, and was soon brutally raping her, as I had done her sister slave.

Twat one's anger grew and grew while she watched me ravish what she considered to be her personal slut over and over, until that whore too, had been completely exhausted sexually, and joined her sister harlot as a completely spent animal, collapsed on the huge bed. Still my own arousal had not waned, and I tried in vain to get to twat one, only to be frustrated by the invisible barrier that kept us from touching each other. Twat one, of course, would have fought me every inch of the way even if that barrier not existed, for her anger at me because I had raped her personal sex animal without even asking her knew no bounds, and it showed clearly on her beautiful features, not to mention in her subsequent actions.

The wrathful slave girl retrieved the bull whip that had been left in our chamber, fully intending to use it to fend off my crazed actions. When I saw this something in my deranged brain snapped, and I threw my sweating nudity to the floor before the whip wielding harlot. I spread my knees and thrust my gyrating crotch out towards her. My hands clasped behind my head in instinctive submission, causing the swollen mounds of my enormous tits to thrust out in surrender. My thoughts became an uncontrolled outpouring of pleas and exhortations to her to punish my with all the savagery she could command.

Such was the state of twat one's own mind by this time, she was only too pleased to accede to my pleading. I howled and wailed in ecstatic agony when the lash of the brutal bull whip exploded on the tender meat of my fabulous tits, causing them to erupt in pain and suffering. Twat one wielded the barbaric whip with all her considerable strength, and without a shred of mercy. Soon my tits were covered with bleeding welts and abrasions and burned with pain. Tears coursed down my cheeks and howls of anguish erupted from my crazed brain, only to be drowned out by my pleas for my tormentor to whip my pain soaked udders with increased ferocity, intermixed with shrieks for her to lash my cunt split instead, and to thrash my aching girl prick with all her might.

Twat one needed no second urging to comply with my entreaty. My thoughts of anguish even aroused the exhausted slave pair body sluts from their stupor and soon they were embracing while they watched in awe as twat one continued to lash my swollen, bleeding cunt split, causing its pungent juices to fly with each lash of the awful weapon of punishment. I was still in a state of complete lust crazed masochistic ecstasy while my punished cunt erupted in orgasm after orgasm to the incessant fall of the cruel whip on its tender meat.

All of a sudden I threw my trunk back until my wounded tits pointed straight up towards the ceiling. Then with a supreme effort I spread my legs until they were splayed so wide that they formed a straight line, and raised my groin up. This offered the achingly stiff length of my throbbing prick, together with the fat, swollen yearning orbs of my tender balls in complete surrender and vulnerability to the whip wielding slave girl.

My thought projections became insane pleadings for her to transfer the attentions of the cruel whip to the offered male sexuality. Entreaties to her to whip the pulsating pole of lust without mercy, and to thrash the sensitive, sap filled nuts with the utmost cruelty. My howls of anguish completely drowned out all other thoughts in the chamber when the lash of the whip exploded on the spongy meat of the drooling head of my pulsating prick. I wailed and shrieked in ecstatic agony to the exquisite sensations that flooded my being with each brutal fall of the barbarically wielded whip.

My acutely suffering cock seemed to harden even more, if that were possible, the more it suffered, and the tight balls at the base of the blood splattered stalk seemed to grow until I was again certain they must explode. The fat orbs did explode, with a force that almost made me lose my mind with pain and agony. They did this when twat one whipped them with all her might, her own projections shrieking with triumph at my reaction to her sadistic brutality.

Stream after stream of pale thick, hot man juice jetted from the top of my pain soaked prick and arched up towards the ceiling of the chamber. The geysers of male sex cream almost reached to the ceiling with each cataclysmic eruption. Twat one continued to lash the exploding stalk of male sexuality with all her might while it erupted over and over in a seemingly never ending kaleidoscope of lust. My brain existed in a state of perfect masochistic paradise of depraved rapture. My entire existence was concentrated on my release. It was as if I was able to experience each explosion of sexual release in ultimate slow motion. I could sense the rush of each burst of ball cream as it streaked up the length of my pulsating prick, could feel the gaping of my prick split as it was forced open to allow the stream of boiling sex cream to escape.

My aching balls flexed wildly as they forced each flood of sex cream from their seemingly inexhaustible reservoir. On and on it went. I was suspended in a state of masochistic paradise from which I was certain that I would never come down from. And how I prayed that it would be so. To be condemned to such a glorious fate would be beyond hope for a slave such as I. But, of course, all things must come to an end, and so did my lust crazed euphoria. Actually, it happened suddenly, and without warning.

Just as a stroke of the cruel whip scored my bleeding prick the tormented organ collapsed into my cum soaked crotch. My legs all of a sudden gave way, and I collapsed onto the stone floor of the chamber in a swoon of sexual exhaustion. My eyes gazed up at the commanding nudity of my beloved slave girl tormentor. She stood, with sweat pouring from her naked body, gasping for breath from her exertions, like a marathon runner at the completion of the race. The cruel whip trailed from her hand on the floor next to her and she stared down at my collapsed body with a look of confusion, laced with a gleam of sadistic satisfaction radiating from her beautiful, violet eyes.

I gazed up from the floor at her with utter love and devotion pouring from my sated brain in a continuous stream of adoration. Twat one's cock had reared up, stiff and throbbing, from between her fabulous tits, betraying the level of her own lust, aroused in her by her dominating behaviour. She threw down the blood splattered whip and fell onto our huge bed. Slut one and slut two, now slightly recovered from their recent ordeal, both fell on twat one. Slut one's sensual mouth was soon passionately sucking on twat one's burgeoning cock while the adorable slut two lay between twat one's widely separated thighs and the lascivious little creature feasted on the slave's flooded pussy.

I watched the trio play for a few minutes before I was able to drag my exhausted body over to the bed and to clamber up onto it. The three female slaves took ages to slake their lusts, or should I say that it took an eon for the slave pair body sluts to exhaust my beloved twat one's highly aroused lust, and by the time they had I was almost asleep. My final conscious sensation was of the warm, nude body of my darling slut two curling up against me, and her pouting mouth suckling tenderly of one of my rubbery teats in sublime contentment.

Author: Hawker

Summary: A loose sequel to 'Slave to Lotta'.