We entered the chamber of the Gods in the normal obscene and degrading fashion, but something was missing. Although my cock was stiff and throbbing, it was not subjected to the all powerful aroma that entry into that magical place had always engendered. In fact, there was an almost complete absence of the potent, aphrodisiacal atmosphere. Our slave pair body sluts were beside themselves with excitement at being permitted to be in the presence of the deities. They, of course, were ignorant of any of the recent changes in the realm, as well as the alteration of the normal environment.

The deities both stood where their human thrones used to be situated, and were the only beings present in the chamber. We knelt before them, performing as obscenely as we could not withstanding the absence of the maddening atmosphere. They gazed down at our rutting nudities with expressions of what could only be described as affection. My heart pounded with a mixture of contentment and dread, contentment because of the obvious show of fondness, and dread that something awful must have happened to denude the realm of its population.

Overlord Sextius stood off to one side of us, his twin pricks not even in full erection. Each marvellous pole of male sexuality arched out from the top of his thigh at an angle of forty five degrees. A fleeting thought projected from my tense mind that a few seconds under the ministrations of my adoring mouth would soon have his cocks showing appropriate deference to the God and Goddess. My projection elicited a small chortle of derisive, yet affectionate response from the Divine Goddess Aphrodisia, and I glowed with pleasure because of it. Then the Divine God Heroditas became to project:

"We are sure that your must be wondering what is going on, little pets." He began, "In short, Divine Goddess Aphrodisia and I have been pardoned by the rulers of our world, and our exile has been revoked. We are to return to our home world immediately. All realm slaves have been released, and returned to your own world. Each was given a choice as to what they would return to, and their wishes have been satisfied without exception. Many wished to return to what would be conceived as a normal existence. Others, of a more profoundly submissive nature, had their wishes to be sold as slaves catered to." He continued, giving us a couple of examples, such as:

"The slave pair cunts sought to be sold as sex slaves to cruel owners who would see that they lived out their existence in a pit of degradation and suffering. To this end they were sold to a brothel in Africa where their beautiful white bodies will be used and abused by black dominators without any thought to their dignity or well being. The slave pair pricks were similarly on sold to an arab brothel which caters solely to homosexuals. They will spend the rest of their lives submitting to, an providing pleasure to cruel and inhuman males." The Divine Goddess Aphrodisia took over, and continued:

"Our most devoted and dedicated servant, Overlord Sextius, is to be rewarded for his unstinting service to us throughout our long exile by being permitted to join us on our home world. Our petition to the Ruler for this to be allowed has been granted, and he will become one of us. As for you four, you have proven to be our most prized possessions, and we have unbounded affection for you. You have been studied in detail, every second that you have been in our possession. All of your innermost thoughts and desires have been monitored, not only for our amusement, but in readiness for this day." She turned her attention to twat one and slut one, who knelt side by side, the proceeded:

"You, my dear," She commented, indicating the gorgeous twat one, "Have fought to control a growing dominating nature for many millennium. But, such is you devotion to us, you have always managed to suppress it when serving us, so as not to displease us. However, in the perceived privacy of your own chamber you let your dominant nature take over, and we were given many deliciously entertaining scenarios to savour when you, and your little colleague in domination, played with the these two, infinitely submissive little pets." She concluded, indicating slut two and I. The Divine God Heroditas then, once again, took over:

"We would have you, twat one, surrender to your dominant temperament completely, so that our reward for your service can be complete. Stand, child, a dominant does not debase herself before anyone, let alone in the presence of slaves." Twat one struggled to her feet, and ceased to display her voluptuous nudity in servile degradation. Her eyes shone with new found confidence and power, and she gazed back at the deities as if she were their equal. "That's better," Divine God Heroditas continued, "Now to other things. You are, no doubt, well aware that we have extensive holdings, and influence, in your world, and especially within the principality of Natchez, where you were taken."

I wondered just what would be left of that place, given the amount of time we had spent in the realm. In fact, I wondered whether there was an earth still in existence after all those apparent millennium. This dilemma was soon to be resolved as Divine God Heroditas continued:

"Time, in the realm does not pass in the fashion to which you have been accustomed. Although, you seemed to have existed for many millennia in your time, your former world has aged by less than one of your years in that time. We have decided to bequeath all of our holdings to you, my dear, property, businesses, funds and investments. It will all be yours to do with as you seem fit. We have taken the liberty, and hope that you will embrace the opportunity, to offer you in marriage to the King of Natchez. The principality has only recently been declared a kingdom, mainly, we believe, to cater to the burgeoning ego of its absolute ruler, Prince, now King Kalia. When he declared himself king he decided to take a consort, and when your talents and beauty were shown to him by our faithful Overlord Sextius, he proved extremely anxious that the merger be consummated. You see, my dear, King Kalia is all powerful in the political sense, but his finances leave something to be desired. You will offer him the obvious benefits of untold wealth, and he will bring to you the deliciously enticing endowment of unbridled power over your subjects."

I noted that twat one, standing proudly before her benefactors, had stilled the erotically submissive gyrations of slut one, projecting to the slave girl, while she was to remain on her knees to signify her submission to twat one, she need not display herself in demeaning and obscenely degrading lewdness, as she was to become a dominant, albeit of much lesser stature, as twat one herself. My long, thick, achingly stiff prick throbbed visibly when I realised that slut two and I were now the only true slaves left in the realm. A quick glance down at slut two's erotically undulating groin showed that she too was experiencing the delicious humiliation of the moment, her smooth skinned cunt split slick with the shining juices of her extreme arousal.

A life sized heliographic image of a dusky, well built, relatively young male, dressed in the robes of royalty, appeared before us, and Divine Goddess Aphrodisia continued:

"This is the King, my little princess." She commented, and then inquired coquettishly, "Does he meet with your approval? Do you think it would be fun to be his queen? Would you like to share absolute power with a man of such commanding, and sensual power? You are aware, I'm sure, of his sexual preferences from your own previous exposure to his kingdom. Do you wish to have the proposal consummated?"

Twat one was quick to give her ascent to the planned marriage, her brain already alive to the prospects such a union would provide for her, to give full reign to her growing dominant fantasies. "I was sure that you would jump at this opportunity my dear." Divine Goddess Aphrodisia commented with the chortle of a knowing superior. "To that end we had already conveyed such an agreement to the King and, even now, he is eagerly awaiting your arrival. Now, to the future for of our other little pets. We are sure that you will want to take the adorable slut one with you. We have, of course, noted your growing fondness for her, not to mention your fostering of her latent dominant tendencies. We also think that the other two, being so obviously devoted to you, and being so deliciously submissive, would probably die of shame and sorrow if you didn't choose to take them with you to your new life. Is my reading of your probable attentions correct, my little princess?" The glowing Goddess asked slyly.

I held my breath, as did the lust filled slut two. Twat one made a show of considering the option, mainly to keep us on tenter hooks, not because there was actually any real chance of her denying us the opportunity to remain what we had been for centuries now, her abject, and utterly adoring slaves. She finally nodded, in the affirmative, to the deities who acknowledged her compliance with knowing smiles of contentment. The Divine God Heroditas then began to project once again:

"Now to the small matter of the modifications we had made to your bodies. It has been our will, alone, that made these possible, and continue to allow them to be kept in place. Once you are no longer subjected to our sphere of influence I am afraid that your prick and balls, and the slut, cock one's cunt split will disappear once again. In the matter of cock one, however, he will retain his tits as these were grown naturally, using hormone mixtures. Your normal mode of communication, of course, will be returned to you. Unfortunately, your tongues will have to remain in their current form, but we do note that you have both become entirely proficient in controlling them since you have resided in our realm." Twat one made as if to interrupt the God, and he allowed her to project her inquiry. I flushed with shame when what she wanted was made clear to the group. The beautiful slut asked:

"Would it be possible, Divine God Heroditas, to have the rest of cock one's body feminised. I would like the only things about him to remain male to be his cock, and his mind. I think it necessary for a slave harlot like him to suffer the shame of always knowing that he is female in every way, except for his sexuality, that he will be seen as a female with a cock, rather than a male with tits. Whenever I have him suck a cock, I want his mind to know that he is a male too, so that the level of his humiliation is always deep seated, and complete. Also, Divine God Heroditas, would it be possible to enhance the tits of the slut whore, slut two. I think it unsatisfactory for a slave whore like her to sport a set of tits that are so small."

The Divine God Heroditas looked to his consort quizzically. She thought for a few seconds and then made up her mind, and began to project:

"Yes, twat one, I think that we can grant you these small favours as they are largely physical and will not be dependent on the power of our wills to influence them. Indeed, my dear, I think we can assist you even further. We shall ensure that your two slaves remain sexually insatiable, able to perform at superhuman levels of debauchery, not to mention to retain the ability to absorb cruel and inhuman punishment, much the same as you have all been able to do in your service to us in the realm. Indeed, my dear, I think we shall leave you with the ability to read others' minds, although, unfortunately, we will not be able to allow you to continue to communicate telepathically. Being able to read others thoughts will allow you to ensure that your slaves are always monitored in their submission to you, even when they think that they are enjoying privacy. Also, sweet child, this ability should allow you to protect yourself from any who might become enemies in your world. We are sure that your wealth and power will be regarded with envy by many in your world. Now, slut two and cock one, come before us, and we will deal with you as your dominator has decreed."

Slut two, and I, crawled before the standing deities, still cavorting obscenely for their continued amusement. We waited for them to turn their magical attentions to us. I could discern a thought of pleasure and anticipation in the cute slut two. The prospect of having her tits grown was obviously much to her liking. For my own part, I had mixed feelings about being further feminised. On the one hand it was exciting, I certainly enjoyed having tits, not to mention a cunt, since being in the realm. But that was easy because of the uninhibited, hedonistic nature of the place. It would be an entirely different prospect, being obviously feminised, when one existed in the normal world and, of course, once the changes were in place they would not be reversible. Never the less, naturally, I welcomed the coming changes, for they had been decreed by my new Mistress, and I would always accept, without demure, anything done to me that would make her happy.

Suddenly, slut two and I were enveloped in an eerie glow of pale blue light. The lascivious undulations of our naked bodies were forcibly stilled. I gazed helplessly down at my own nudity in growing awe, watching it being slowly transformed. It was with an initial sense of loss that I saw the cunt slowly disappear until my torso, below my bulging tits, was once again smooth skinned. Then I watched as my waist began to shrink, and the manly muscles that I had worked so hard to perfect for my visual beauty, on my arms and legs began to soften. Within a short time I found that my thighs had grown fuller and smoother, and my belly had become flatter and more delicately sculpted. I noted that my face was softening noticeably, and when I was able to see my reflection in one of the chamber's walls I flushed to see that my features were taking on all the aspects of beautiful femininity.

After about ten minutes the glow surrounding slut two and I dissolved and the process was complete. I took stock of my transformed body, flushing with delicious shame at how I now looked, feminine in every respect, except for the enormous, erect, and throbbing cock, with its attendant aching swollen balls tight at its base, sprouting up and out from my smooth skinned groin. My thighs were full and shapely, my arse slabs round and smooth, my waist slender and belly flat and soft. My face had changed only perspectively, but had taken on a softer feminine look, and, even if I do say so myself, was quite beautiful.

After admiring my reflection for a few seconds I turned my attention to slut two, and found that her previously pert, perfectly shaped tits had grown to truly magnificent proportions. Not that the huge mounds were any less gorgeous in their new, incredibly embellished dimensions, but rather that they sat so proud on her slender torso, so large that at least four inches of each bulged out on either side of her trunk. Slut two, herself, gazed down at her tits with her mouth gaping in shock, but her eyes radiating sheer erotic excitement, and sensual happiness at what had been done to her.

I glanced over to where twat one was standing and saw that her chest no longer sported a set of male genitalia. I wondered if the loss of this had disappointed her, but even if it did, then the disappointment certainly didn't show in her now imperious eyes. With the transformations complete the deities continued on with their discourse:

"Now that that is finished my pets." Divine Goddess Aphrodisia projected, "We hope that your enhancements are satisfactory. Now, all that remains is to inform you of the arrangements that the faithful Sextius has made for your re-entry into your previous domain. You will find that all assets accumulated by us by our faithful Overlord Sextius, are now in your name, twat one. However, we have called you by an alias, which is of no consequence other than to provide you with a credible identity. Passport and papers have been created to cater for the purposes of identification, and these are in that bag over there." She continued, indicating a side table on which were an assortment of items, including some clothing, and some items of bondage.

"We will be leaving you shortly and would advise you that you have only two or three hours to leave the realm before the diminishing of our mystical power renders it absolved. You must be sure to have left the portal in the force field by this time, or you will be trapped, for eternity, in an impenetrable void. There should be, however, ample time for you to get to the portal before the time expires. Once you are outside the portal you should be met by staff from the mansion in Natchez, who will arrange for your return to that place. Sextius has ensured that arrangements for the transport of slaves are catered for."

The two deities then beckoned to Overlord Sextius to join them, and all three joined hands. Once this had happened the trio were immediately enveloped in bluish cone of light. The two deities then projected, in perfect unison:

"It is time to say farewell darlings. We thank you for the entertainment you have provided for us for so long. You were always our favourites, and we enjoyed your delicious submission, and delightfully depraved sexuality more than you can ever imagine. We wish you all a long, and happy life in your own domain, and are sure that your happiness will continue, along with your enjoyment of all things hedonistic. You proved, over the millennium, to be the most perfect practitioners of debauchery we have ever know, and have taught us much in the way of the enjoyment of erotic pleasures. Farewell!"

With this final statement the three forms within the cone of light slowly faded, like the final images in some movie that has just ended. The last vestiges of their presence to disappear was the shaft of light, and when that was gone an eerie silence descended on the chamber. Slut two and I still remained on our knees, while twat one drew slut one up to her feet, and the two of them moved over to the table previously mentioned, and out of our sight.

I heard low, excited whisperings from that direction, but was careful to contain my curiosity, and resited the temptation to peak over to see what they were doing. It would not be an auspicious beginning in my new submission to twat one, to anger her so early in our relationship. The two of them were taken up with whatever they were doing for almost a half an hour before both moved back over to where slut two and I knelt, and stood before us.

My heart skipped a beat, and surges of love and adoration washed over me when I gazed at my beloved Mistress, and her companion in domination. Twat one was dressed in the most gorgeous, intimidating costume imaginable. Her gorgeous legs were sheathed in the sheerest of smoky black stockings that sensually enveloped the limbs, from stiletto heeled pumps, to the hem of a short micro mini skirt of supple black leather. Her torso was cloaked in a fine, supple, scarlet leather vest with a low cut neck line that allowed the tops of her magnificent breasts to bulge out erotically, and to reveal a deep cleavage between the magnificent mounds. She wore black leather gloves that reached almost to her armpits, and fitted like a second skin. Her face was heavily made up with black and violet highlights that perfectly matched her beautiful features, and her hair was piled on the top of her head in regal fashion.

My heart pounded in excitement, and my aching prick literally throbbed with renewed arousal at such a majestic vision of commanding loveliness. This was not the enchanting slave girl that I had fallen so hopelessly in love with all that time ago, it was now the flawless woman that I adored with every fibre of my being. Twat one, noting my reaction to her new persona, and perhaps reading my thoughts, smiled down at me, and began to speak, for the first time in an age.

"Well, little slut, I'm so glad you like the new me. You had better get used to it, for I am never going to let you go, especially now that you are so easy on the eye." She said with a mocking grin. She was still the same mischievous darling, even as a domatrix. I shuddered slightly, realising that she would also retain the same petulant streak and, having total control over me would, no doubt, delight in seeing me suffer for my past misdemeanours. The commanding woman's smile broadened as she read these thoughts, and I flushed with humiliation at the realisation that I would never again be able to hide anything from her, if she chose for it to be so.

Slut one was dressed simply, but sexily. She wore a sort of toga type slip that draped over her pert tits, and finished just a mere inch or so below the level of her succulent pussy. She had sandals on her feet with black leather straps winding up to mid calf on her svelte legs. Her pretty face was made up similarly, but a little more softly than that of twat one. She looked absolutely adorable, but paled into insignificance when compared with the majestic, and dominating twat one.

Slut one, at the command of twat one, soon placed leather collars around both slut two and my necks. They fitted securely, but comfortably, and had one substantial ring embedded in their fronts, and similar ones moulded into the leather at their rears. Leather cuffs soon captured our hands, and these were then attacked to the ring in the rear of our collars. Thus our arms were awkwardly bent up our backs, making balance a precarious exercise. Slut two then strapped sandals, similar to those she wore, but not as ornate, to our feet, and finally helped us to stand up.

"Quickly, now, my little sluts." Twat one said, "We must be on our way. We must get to the portal in time." The two women then strode from the room with slut two and I padding along behind them, our huge tits bouncing erotically with our gait. My long, hot, hard cock swayed sensually as I hurried along, my eyes firmly fixed on the leather clad rump of my adored domatrix. My brain was filled with thoughts of submission and worshipping adoration for the statuesque woman.

Once outside the palace I saw that two unicorns, pre-saddled, stood patiently waiting. Long leather leads were quickly fastened to the rings at the front of our collars, and the two domatrixes then mounted their steeds. They kicked the animals into a brisk trot and slut two and I had no choice but to run along behind, struggling to stop ourselves from falling flat on our faces. They kept up a steady pace which forced us to run at close to full speed to avoid being dragged. Neither of the riders even thought to look back to make sure we were all right. My darling had quickly become the arrogant sadist that a true domatrix aspired to. My heart pounded with lust and masochistic delight at this development, as much as it did because of the sheer strenuousness of my efforts.

Slut two and my huge tits flopped wildly about on our heaving torsos while we sprinted along behind the trotting unicorns, so wildly, in fact, that it was almost painful. My cock had softened and it too, along with my fat balls, flopped unrestrainedly about between my pumping thighs. Its plumb like head slapped audibly into the smooth skin of my rounded belly from time to time. Sweat soon began to cover slut two and my bodies as we ran non stop for what must have been an hour or more. By the time we approached the outer limits of the realm I was beginning to wonder whether I would be able to continue to maintain such a punishing pace.

Fortunately, just when I thought I could no longer go on the two domatrixes pulled their mounts up. Slut two and I stood gasping for breath, our chests heaving uncontrollably. Sweat poured from our bodies causing our skins to shine, even though covered with dust.

Twat one and slut one and quickly dismounted, and the latter unclipped our leads, smiling disdainfully at our sweat and dust spattered bodies. While she was attending to us twat one approached the force field and reached out with one hand. Suddenly, the portal opened, and she stepped through, and back into our world. Prodded along by slut one, we three soon followed. Once all of us were safely on the other side of the invisible barrier, it closed up once again, and I managed to catch one final glimpse of the magical realm where I had existed before it disappeared for ever.

I strangely didn't feel any real sense of loss, such as I expected to when this moment arrived. Rather my cheeks flushed hotly at my altered appearance. It was as if the feminisation of my body was somehow much more humiliating now that I was once again in my normal environment. Twat one, noticing this, smiled imperiously at me. "Embarrassed, little slut," She teased, "Not to worry. I'm sure that even the odious Lotta would have trouble recognising you now."

Twat one then began to look around. She had expected to be met by someone from her estate, after all this had been the arrangement Overlord Sextius had informed her of, but the clearing in the forrest was silent and empty. We then noticed a large container, similar to the one twat one and I had been transported in all that time ago, laying in the shade of a tree. Nailed to the trunk of the tree was a note. Twat one walked over to the tree, and tore the note from it and began to read. Her expression went form on of curiosity to one of anger, and finally to a resigned acceptance. She then informed us of what had happened:

"It seems that the estate overseer has had to leave to grease some palms to ensure our safe conduct." She said, "This country is apparently in the midst of a political revolution, and our safety can not be guaranteed without considerable bribery. He expects to return with a helicopter in a few hours." She continued, picking up a watch that had been placed on the top of the container. "At least he has the good sense to apologise for his lack of preparation, and says that there is a specially designed ball whip in the box, and he will prostrate himself for appropriate punishment once we are on our way." Twat one continued, with a hint of sadistic excitement in her voice. She added, almost as an after thought, "I should think so too. He also says that we should be ready for immediate departure when the helicopter arrives, as it is exceedingly dangerous around here at this time, although we would seem to be quite safe where we are. From the time now I calculate that we have about three hours to kill before her returns. I shall use this time to set in place a few basic rules for all of you to follow from now on, but first, my little sluts, I notice that there is a stream over there." She stated, pointing to a creek that seemed to be well stocked with cool clear water. "Go over and bath yourselves, and return once you are both clean and dry, and we'll get on with it."

Slut one had soon unclipped our wrists from our collars, and then un-cuffed them. Slut two and I then removed our sandals and ran down to the stream. We plunged into the cool, refreshing waters which soon sluiced the sweat and dust from our nude bodies. I thrilled to the feel of the cleansing waters rushing over my skin, causing goose bumps to form all over my body. We carefully washed ourselves for a few minutes, then left the brook. We used large palm leaves which we tore from a nearby tree to fan each other dry, then fluffed out our hair and repeated this until our tresses too, were relatively dry. We then returned to twat one and slut one, and knelt, submissively before them.

As soon as I again gazed at my glorious domatrix my prick stiffened until it stood proud and hard between my spread open thighs. I noted the slightly parted lips of slut two's cunt split also glistened with sticky juices. Twat one looked down at us with a superior smile, revelling in our obvious, and complete submission to her, then she began to speak:

"First thing on the agenda," She declared, "Is the matter on new names. Since I am soon to be a Queen you will all address me as either your Queen, or your Majesty. Slut one shall be addressed as either your Princess, or your highness. As for you two sluts," She continued with a chuckle, "The names you will answer to will serve to display both your status, and your natures. Since you are the epitome of lasciviousness, lewdness and depravity, in short, complete, and uninhibited sluts, your names shall cry out this. You, cock one, since your feminised body sports a prick and balls, from this day on shall be known as the slave cockslut, and you, slut two," She continued, turning her attention to the delightful slave girl, "Since you display a cunt split in your fork, shall hence forth be known as the slave cuntslut."

My Queen walked around our kneeling nudities, as if inspecting us. In her had she held a strange looking whip. I immediately realised that it must be the ball whip the servant's note had referred to. I shuddered in dread at its unique design, and the agony it would be capable of inflicting on appendages so tender and sensitive as balls. It was about three feet long, and in the shape of a riding whip, its length a flexible leather encased cane. At its business end were a pair of steel balls the size of marbles whose surfaces were covered with evenly spaced metal spikes about a sixteenth of an inch long, and obviously quite sharp from the way light seemed to glitter from them. Each little ball hung from a small length of chain, perhaps three inches long, and these chains, in turn, were joined mid way up their length to ensure that the tiny mace like balls could never get more than an inch or so apart.

The awesome domatrix stopped in front of me and stared down at my nudity with pride. Unlike a previous owner of yours," She stated, "I will not deny myself the joy of having this manly pole," She said, tapping the side of my throbbing prick stem with the awful ball whip, "Pleasuring my silky pussy. Whenever I choose to use it you, cockslut, of course, will be under severe restraint. We can't have you thinking that you have any control in such a situation. It will be me fucking you, never the other way round. In fact, you will become my living dildo. Are you going to like being my living dildo, little cockslut?" The teasing domatrix asked. I was not sure whether I was supposed to answer this question, or whether it was purely rhetorical. My Queen's continued silence, together with a slight frown of annoyance marring her beautiful features soon told me that I was indeed, expected to answer. "I would be honoured beyond imagination to perform as your living dildo, my Queen!" I gasped hurriedly.

"You will, of course," The domatrix continued. "Never allow these," She said, tapping my swollen balls with the whip, "To shed their cream without my express command, while I'm using you for my pleasure, will you cockslut?" She again asked. This time I was ready, and answered immediately, "Never, my adored Queen, never!" The Queen murmured her satisfaction with this response, and then continued, causing my pulse to race with excitement at what she now said. "Also, my sweet slave, unlike the slag Lotta, I will not be denied the pleasure of drinking these," Again tapping my aching balls with her whip, "Dry from time to time, straight from this," She continued, resting the cruel spiked balls of the vicious whip on the tip of my prick, "Will you make your Queen work for her feast, little harlot?" She again asked, teasingly. I replied, struggling to hide my joy and happiness, "My Queen, my slave balls will surrender their essence to you whenever you command it, and in the fashion that pleases you most!"

"Yes, my little whore," She continued, "At those times you will become my living, spitting dildo, won't you?" This time the question was rhetorical, because before I could provide a verbal answer, the fabulous domatrix continued, "I shall have to design, and have built, some innovative restraining devices to render you sufficiently helpless while I use you for my pleasure." She stated, matter of factly, as if making mental notes to herself. "We can't have you thinking that your purpose is anything but a plaything, harlot."

The Queen then turned her attention to cuntslut for her next announcements. These followed a similar pattern to what she had said of me. That is, she was going to use cuntslut for her pleasure as well, drinking her succulent little cunt dry when the mood took her, and fucking cute harlot with anything that took her fancy, a dildo, her fist, or whatever, adding the Princess could also use us to her heart's content, deferring, obviously, to the wishes of the Queen herself. The beautiful dominator then steered her discourse in an entirely new, and degradingly exciting and terrible direction.

"You two will generally only be punished by either Princess, or myself, except if I decide to see you used for this purpose in exhibitions, or even as mere playthings for others in such places as S&M clubs, which I'm sure cockslut remembers well. Princess, who will become my manager of sluts in the kingdom, will carry out any punishments that might accrue due to less than perfect performance. For my part, I will only punish when I feel the need to experience that exquisite pleasure. It will be up to you, my precious little slaves, to anticipate my desires in this respect. I'm sure you will both quickly learn how to read my moods. You will be expected to offer yourselves for punishment whenever you recognise that I'm feeling particularly sadistic with pleas of the ilk, `My Queen, I, your wilful slave, offer my depraved nudity to you, to inflict upon it the vicious and cruel punishment I so richly deserve. Please punish me brutally, my adored Queen, for I long to suffer for your pleasure!"

I shuddered with delicious dread, imagining myself uttering such statements while thrilling to the anticipation of the agonies that would ensue. The Queen continued, "As I mentioned, Princess will become my manager of sluts. She will be responsible for your grooming, costuming, training in the depraved arts, and general discipline. In short, she will be your Mistress when you are not required in my presence. Now, to the matters of deportment and communication."

My Queen again stood proudly before our kneeling nudities, and outlined her requirements in these matters. "Whenever you are in my presence, but not actually the centre of my attention, you will kneel with your foreheads pressed to the floor, and your naked bottoms raised high. You will sway the shapely cheeks about with slow eroticism to ensure that your status as both slaves, but more importantly, completely perverse sluts will be apparent to any and all whom I may be receiving. When in this position I expect this," She declared pointing at cuntslut's cunt split, "To be completely dry," and this, "Indicating my throbbing prick stem, "To hang soft and limp."

"Whenever I, or anyone else, should favour you by either speaking directly to you, or by tapping your lewdly rolling bottoms, you will immediately raise your bodies up. If you arms happen to be free you will clasp your hands behind your heads in classic submissive posture. You legs are to be spread at least two feet apart, and your forks are to be thrust wantonly forward. You will slowly roll your shoulders so that your fat tits wobble and shimmy lasciviously, and you will erotically undulate your hips so that both your bottoms and your forks are displayed with consummate lechery. In your case, cuntslut, your cunt split must immediately visibly dampen and your girl prick stiffen to the extent that its tiny stalk escapes the confines of its protective sheath. You, cockslut, will have your cock immediately stiffen, and a small globule of ball cream must immediately be allowed to escape from your prick slit. In this way you will both display, to whoever has honoured you by giving you their attention, the fact that you are mere sex animals who exist in a sea of depraved debauchery, and that your lecherous perversity has been aroused by such attention."

My Queen paused momentarily, and both cuntslut, and I immediately began performing as she had commanded. My rock hard prick pulsed noticeably, and a drop of creamy pre-cum escaped from my prick slit. I noted that cuntslut's twat lips were damp with arousal, and I could just discern the tip of her girl prick splitting the top of those fleshy lips. I rolled my shoulders, sensuously shaking my huge tits, and undulated my hips so that my aching cock pole swayed lewdly. I flushed with delicious humiliation at the utterly depraved sight I must have made, performing so perversely. My Queen smiled down at us in satisfaction, and then continued:

"Now, when it is I, or your Princess when I am not present, as soon as you have taken up your posture of depravity you will beg to be informed of what is required of you in a fashion such as, `My adored Queen (or Princess) how can this lewd harlot serve you!', or should it be someone else who has favoured you with their attention you might cry out, `Adored Mistress (or Master as the case may be), I am the lewd slave harlot, cockslut (or cuntslut), and exist to serve all who desire me. I will submit to anything you desire with depraved happiness!" My Queen concluded smiling down at our continued debauched performance with a knowing smile, before again speaking:

"Normally, you will not speak unless specifically permitted to do so. I can, however, imagine some occasions where your input may prove beneficial, especially if it involves your increased humiliation, or, perhaps, vividly enhanced depravity, or even your supremely intensified suffering during punishment. Should this be the case then, if you are in your present posture you will thrust out your tongues to the fullest extent possible, and wag them about like bitches in heat. If you are acknowledged then you may, with appropriate deference, make your statement. If you are in the posture of abeyance, then you will cease the sensually erotic undulation of your bottom, and immediately commence to rut your arse cheeks so ferociously that you will have to concentrate fully, just to maintain your balance. Indeed, you will rut so fiercely that in your case, cockslut, your flaccid cock tube will slap loudly into the split between your gorgeous arse mounds. You will maintain this furious rutting until you are either acknowledged, or you are informed that your input is not necessary. Princess, no doubt, in her own time, will inform you of her own rules with regard to posture and communication when you are in her care."

"Now, I think it may be time to prepare you two for travel." My Queen declared, swishing that evil ball whip around with mocking savagery. "I think I will punish my servant when we are finally on our way. I think he should have had the foresight to have planned our departure more carefully, and he certainly should never have put my person at risk. The trouble is, I've never used a whip like this one before, so I'm going to kill two birds with one stone." She commented icily, sending shivers of apprehension up and down my spine.

"You may be assured, cockslut, that I have not forgotten your selfish actions when we made our initial trip to this place, and for that I'm going to punish you with this lovely whip. You will receive your just punishment, and I will get to practice with this instrument of torment." The cruel domatrix thought for a few seconds, and then, with a chuckle on mocking arrogance, continued. "Your little companion in submission will decide how long you are to suffer, cockslut. While you present your fat balls to me for punishment you will thrust your obscene tongue as far into the depths of cuntslut's lascivious cunt pit as you are able. You will then keep the lewd slug completely still. The whore, cuntslut, will then work her lecherous cunt pit on it until she gushes her slut juices. Now, get into position, harlots, just thinking about this has made me anxious to begin!"

My heart pounded with sheer excited dread at the pain that was about to be visited on my tender balls. Cuntslut quickly changed her position until she was able to manoeuvre her arse up to my face. She then savagely arched her back so that the lips of her drooling cunt split splayed wide open, and her dripping hole gaped lewdly before my excited eyes. The spicy aroma of excited woman sex filled my senses as my lips reached out to touch the slippery meat of her gash. I drove my long tongue deeply into the waiting hole, shivering with lust when the elastic muscled tube clasped the oral organ in its voracious grasp, like a greedy dog with a particularly succulent bone.

As soon as my tongue was buried as deeply as I could possibly get it in the writhing cunt tube I arched my own back as severely as I could. This action presented the swollen balls at the base of my raging erection as defencelessly as possible, in readiness for their imminent torment. I didn't have long to wait. A low whistle heralded the descent of the brutal whip. A muffled shriek of agony was torn from my throat when the metal balls smashed into the sensitive meat of my balls, and a surge of pure pain enveloped my consciousness in barbaric shock.

Stroke after merciless stroke was delivered by my fabulous Queen. She displayed the cruelty of a natural sadist while she relentlessly whipped my suffering nuts. I could not believe that a person who had so recently been a slave herself could prove so deliciously heartless. My brain sang in masochistic ecstasy, and I found myself eagerly awaiting each savage blow, thrusting my shuddering arse cheeks higher and higher, as if pleading for my punishment to continue. I sobbed in anguish, and tears soon poured down my cheeks, while my suffering sex pills were brutally flayed by the exquisitely brutal whip, wielded so wonderfully cruelly by my stupendous Queen.

Soon my tongue was being throttled by the interior muscles of my darling cuntslut's enthusiastic cunt tube. She wrung it out until I was afraid that she might actually tear it out by its roots. But I didn't care. I was suffering immaculately, and my senses were inundated with that most luscious of flavours, hot, steamy, highly aroused cunt. A shriek of ecstasy proclaimed the arrival of cuntslut's climax, and her spicy juices flowed from her convulsing swamp like a great flood of unbridled sexual fulfilment. Her writhing tube massaged my deeply buried tongue with almost feral vigour, and all I could do was wallow in my anguished misery, and accept what was my fate with masochistic elation.

As soon as my Queen had ascertained that cuntslut's wild orgasm had exhausted itself, she ceased to thrash my now grotesquely swollen balls, and commanded us both to resume our normal postures. I sobbed with pain while I adopted the required pose. A quick glance down at my abused balls confirmed my initial fears. The brutalised orbs had swollen to almost twice their normal size, and were bruised and battered terribly. They ached and ached, and I was happy to wallow in the slowly fading agony that still racked my entire being.

My Queen once again stood before us. "Did it hurt terribly, little slut?" She inquired mockingly, and before I could answer, continued, "Well you know you deserved it, you incorrigible whore. You will just have to learn that selfishness is a vice that I will not tolerate in my slaves. Now, let's get you packed away." She said, glancing at her watch. "We only have an hour or so before that errant servant of mine is due to return."

Princess already had the lid of the container open and I was commanded to lay in the box first. I was fixed into my bondage in much the same fashion as I remembered from before. I couldn't move a muscle. Well, that's not entirely true. When I tested my bonds I found that I was actually able to move my chest around in tiny circles, and I was able to rut my hips perhaps a half an inch, up and down. My aching prick had been lightly clamped at its thick base, mainly to ensure that it would remain erect while we travelled. Once the two domatrixes had finished with me, they set about attending to cuntslut's bondage.

Her ravishing nudity was arranged above mine, and rendered absolutely immovable. When our domatrixes had finished our bodies were roughly parallel, my face below cuntslut's, our teats almost touching, and cuntslut's still moist cunt split poised above my straining prick. Princess then proceeded to lightly clamp our teats so the rubbery nubbins swelled even more, until their tips actually did touch, sending a shiver of delight through my strapped down nudity. The pert young domatrix then reached into cuntslut's crotch and quickly, and efficiently frigged the helpless slave's girl prick until that tiny organ was as stiff as steel. The domatrix then retracted the foreskin from the little tube of female sexuality to its fullest extent, causing fully a half an inch of the stalk to be bared. She then effectively clamped this in place achieving the twofold purpose of keeping the girl prick both stiff, and bare. Princess then she slightly adjusted cuntslut's tight bondage. I shivered with delight when the purpose for this small adjustment became obvious. The cute whore's excited girl prick was driven to its fullest extent into the slit in the tip of my cock. Once this objective had been achieved, cuntslut's bonds were again tightened until she could not move a muscle.

My Queen's beautiful face appeared above our heads, just before the lid of the container was screwed back into place. "Well, cockslut," She stated, "I have one more cruel joke to play on you in retribution for your selfishness when last held captive in this box. There will be no pleasurable release for you on this trip. Rather, you will concentrate all your energies on providing for cuntslut's pleasure. You will, no doubt, have noted that you have the ability to move certain parts of your anatomy a little. Shimmying your shoulders will allow you to use your teats to caress, and stimulate cuntslut's. The tiny amount of hip rutting you have been allowed will assist you in fucking cuntslut's little girl prick for her pleasure. If you desire it, we have positioned your faces just close enough to allow your tongues to duel, if you poke them out of your mouths to the fullest extent possible."

The haughty domatrix continued, "You, cockslut, will pleasure cuntslut continuously for as much of the trip as you are able to keep awake for. When we arrive at our final destination I expect your lewd fork to be soaked in cunt cum, and the interior of this container to smell as though it were a brothel where cunts had been fucked for hours on end. I'm sure that you will not only not disappoint me, my lovely little whores, but will also enjoy yourselves immensely, especially you, my precious cuntslut."

With that the lid was moved into place, and screwed down plunging us into complete darkness. Almost before the light had disappeared I began to shimmy my shoulders, and sighed with pleasure when this caused my tingling teats to brush against those of my darling cuntslut. I heard a sharp intake of her breath when I commenced to rut my hips to the fullest extent my bondage would allow, and her tiny girl prick was fucked deliciously by the interior of my cock slit.

The lovely slave whore gasped and shrieked in pleasure while I played her to the full. "That feels sooooo goooood, darling cockslut, the little vixen whispered. "You're going to make me come and come aren't you. Please tell me that you will! Please tell me!" I smiled in the blackness at the lurid pleading of the insatiable harlot, before assuring her that by the time we reached Natchez her lewd cunt split would have shed so much slut juice that it would resemble the dried up, wrung out twat of a grandmother whore. She giggled excitedly, and dared me to put my money where my mouth was. I settled down to a steady rhythm with the unmistakable sound of a helicopter arriving blotting out all other sounds. Cuntslut and my long, agile tongues were already duelling sensually when the movement of the container that we were held captive in heralded the fact that we were being loaded on board. Thus began our trip back to Natchez, and another exciting chapter in my life as a sexual slave. All through the trip I alternated between dozing, and bringing cuntslut off. The air within the container soon became thick with the aromas of spending cunt. My smooth, hairless crotch was flooded with sticky slut juice. The whore, cuntslut, had long since lost consciousness through sheer over indulgence. I had certainly put my money where my mouth was, and she would never forget it.