Something strange happened after that night when twat one and I had engaged in the session of self abuse for the entertainment of our celestial rulers. The adorable slut two and I, almost by default, slipped into an existence, when all four of us were in the relative privacy of our chamber, of slaves to slut one and twat one respectively. The measured edge of twat one's submissiveness, and her latent sadistic tendencies had never been all that far from the surface if I looked back on our life together. I had always been much more readily compliant than she and, as such, an unlike her, the thought of harbouring even the slightest dominant tendency had never even entered my mind.

The gorgeous little slut two closely matched me in almost every submissive respect, while slut one was a soul sister for twat one. That is not to say that they were not submissive, rather that those two were able to swing both ways, so to speak. They were true hedonists, taking delight in variety, pleasure in difference activities. Twat one, as time passed, in particular, began to exhibit dominant tendencies to an ever increasing degree. This did not affect her performance as a slave of the realm, but did reduce her enjoyment of that service to an ever increasing degree of dissatisfaction. In fact, I was becoming increasingly worried that her growing disenchantment with her position might be noticed by Overlord Sextius, not to mention the deities. But it didn't really matter to me in any way, other than in the sense that it might reflect on my performance and, more importantly, cause some change in my station.

With this trend, if only in private, my life actually became more exciting, and gratifying. I was an absolutely submissive and utterly depraved slave outside our chamber, only to remain so even when we were alone in our own private haven. In short, while twat one and slut one received some respite from servile degradation slut two and I, deliciously, were no longer afforded even this. We revelled in it. In fact, I found myself actually looking forward to our private sessions more than any other, except for service in the chamber of the Gods.

The delicious slut two, too, was kept in slavery without respite for, when twat one and I were out performing our services slut one was sure to keep her in total submission at all times. Over the years, or were they centuries, or even millennium, I don't know, various implements of correction and bondage mysteriously appeared in our chamber, and were of significant assistance to twat one and slut one in maintaining the submission of I and my new slave lover. We spent many a night wallowing in our submission at the hands of our Mistresses, and adored every second of it.

Strangely the repetitive nature of our service as sex slaves in no way led to boredom with routine. It always seemed that each new period of service was new and exciting not, withstanding the fact that we had undertaken it on innumerable previous occasions. One thing that did puzzle me, however, was that twat one and I had never been permitted to perform together, even though such an event had been foreshadowed frequently by Overlord Sextius. We did not grow apart because of this in any true sense, probably because twat one punished me so often and, even though it was the slave slut one who often attended to my bondage or punishment during these sessions, it was always under the direction of twat one.

We soon found out what service to the throne slaves meant. I shall never forget the sensations of pure terror when twat one and I knelt in that special courtyard while the six throne slaves were whipped by all three slave pairs whippers, while they hung, suspended by their enormous soft tits. Initially the slaves' projections were completely incoherent squawks for more savage punishment, with no clear reason, except, perhaps, for the lessening of their insanity. But as the relentless whipping progressed, the thoughts of the crazed female slaves became more and more directed towards twat one and I. Warning us of the dire consequences for us should we fail to ease their sexual craze.

We were warned of being fucked to death, of having our cocks, or girl pricks chewed off if we did not satisfy them completely. While we always suspected that such events would, in the final sense, be prevented, by either overseers, or slave pair whippers, we were never quite sure that this would be the case, and thus lived in terror during these sessions.

Eventually, when the slave pair whippers decided that the lusts of the throne slaves were sufficiently subdued to ensure our safety they would be released, and allowed to use us. We were then in for hour after hour of the most frenzied, and prologued sexual service imaginable. My cock would always be sore, and ache heroically after one of these sessions, and my balls would also ache ferociously after having had so many loads extracted from them by the feral cunts, arseholes, and mouths of the throne slaves. My tongue would always feel as though it had been torn out by the roots, after pleasuring so much insatiable cunt split, not to mention voracious arse chasm for so long.

We were always totally exhausted physically, mentally, and sexually after a session serving throne slaves, even to the extent that we were neither able, nor willing to pleasure our slave pair body sluts when returning from such service. We would normally collapse on our bed after such a session, after having been bathed and soothed, and would content ourselves with watching the two little sluts make passionate love together for hour after hour, an activity I was sure they also engaged in constantly while we were out.

While twat one and I, for some unknown reason, were never permitted to perform with each other, either in the presence of the deities, or as part of our normal duties, the same could not be said of performing with the other designated sex slaves. We were frequently required to put on our exhibitions of sexual depravity and masochistic excess with either slave pair pricks, or slave pair cunts, or, on occasion, both. Needless to say, whenever we performed with both sets it fell to me to rut with slave pair pricks and twat one to do the same with slave pair cunts. It seemed that, as with all the other dominators I had been involved with, the deities enjoyed forcing heterosexual males to engage other males sexually as a matter of course. Not that I minded, having long since reconciled myself to the fact that I had become a true bisexual animal who loved to play with lovely hot, stiff prick as much as I did with equally hot, juicy cunt split. This state of mind was, I guess, reinforced by the fact that I now possessed a cunt split of my own anyway.

On not a few occasions I was subjected to the magical beams the God and Goddess used to titillate slaves when the fancy took them. My reaction was always the same, of course, and I spent many hours driven almost insane with sexual lust as a result, and the adorable little slut two suffered considerably as I used her to try to ease my mad lust. It was always slut two who suffered at my hands after these events as slut one was off limits to me by then. On every occasion, of course, I easily exhausted slut two long before my own passions had eased, and had to be whipped to exhaustion by twat one, frequently assisted by slut one in this endeavour. We even found out that slut one had taken to punishing slut two in our absence, as time went on.

A number of significant events occurred involving performances involving field slaves in exhibitions, normally following anniversaries of the establishment of the realm, and such like. The darling slut two, after one such event, was subjected to the maddening beams of our rulers, and it was my turn to suffer excruciating sexual excess at her hands, and even though I knew that she adored her suffering, my heart went out to the delightful creature when it took the whip to eventually exhaust her obscene lust.

We spent an inordinate number of hours catering to the bizarre tastes of the kitchen serfs, and I never really got used to the degradation involved in those particular sessions, and I knew that twat one grew to actually hate them. Our feelings in this respect, of course, were never allowed to interfere with the depravity of our service, nor the apparent alacrity with which we performed it. To have been less than so would have brought dire consequences for us from the brutal Overlord Sextius, whose affection for these slaves was always obvious.

The constant attentions to the various slave pair whippers kept us in awe of their strength and power, as did the presence of Overlord Sextius and his group of permanent overseers. For my part, I encouraged the attentions of the dominants for it usually resulted in me being permitted to suck loads of sex cream from their perennially erect, and throbbing pricks. Twat one, however, always took care to ensure that she was the subject of their attentions much less frequently.

After lord knows how much time had passed strange things began to happen. It appeared that the numbers of field slaves was gradually being reduced. This did not result in any lessening of our labour of lust, it just meant that we pleasured those left more frequently during a shift. It was also soon apparent that the numbers of decorative slaves, too, began to reduce. It was as if the realm was shrinking, and there was no longer the need for so many slaves to maintain it.

The kitchen staff always remained the same, however, and we didn't make too much of the apparent changes taking place. Overlord Sextius was absent from the realm on numerous occasions while these changes were taking place, and our speculation grew as to what was happening. Sessions with the deities became both more numerous, and often involved more and more slave at a time. It was as if they were trying to cram in as much sexual depravity as they could in the shortest possible time. We, of course, were not complaining, especially twat one, who revelled in sheer sexual debauchery as a means of assuaging her growing, less than submissive characteristics. It was as if she thought that unbridled exhibitions of lust somehow lessened the sense that she was a slave with no real will of her own.

I, of course, also revelled in the enhanced lechery. But for me it was always seen as yet more opportunity to display the absolute servility of my nature. Indeed, more and more of my displays and demonstrations depicted pain and suffering as the dominant theme, rather than mere sexual depravity. The inevitable rewards lavished on me by the deities tended to infuriate twat one even more. It got to the stage where I began to think that her love for me was in fact turning to hatred. This was not the case, as she continually made me aware, especially after she had punished me for some imagined short coming in the privacy of our own chamber. Rather, she seemed to treat me more as a cherished pet than a lover, a sort of change of status was gradually being asserted.

As time passed the number of field and decorative slaves lessened more and more. Even a few of the overseers had disappeared. This continued until, first there were no decorative slaves left at all, and then all field slaves had disappeared. All but one slave pair whippers had also disappeared. This was especially difficult for me, for I lived for their savagely delivered punishments, and these were significantly reduced once some of these had apparently left. Both twat one and I began to worry about what was happening. Slut one and slut two were not as aware as us of the changes in the realm as they were never permitted to leave our private chamber for any reason. We kept them informed of the troubling trend, and we all tried to make some sense of it.

Eventually, the only people who seemed to still be present in the realm were the deities, of course, Overlord Sextius, our slave pair body sluts, and us. It was then that we were all summoned to the chamber of the Gods, and all was revealed, heralding a new direction for all of our lives.