After what seemed eons we seemed to have reached our destination, for I heard the unmistakable sounds of the lid of our container being removed. Suddenly they was an infusion of bright light. "Phew! This container reeks of ripe cunt!" A non descript voice exclaimed. "And so it should do!" The voice of my Queen rejoined, "It shows that my little slaves have spent their time obeying their Queen's instructions. Now get them out of the box." She commanded.

Hands clad in black latex rubber soon appeared in my line of sight, and they were soon busy disengaging cuntslut's naked body from its severe bondage. As soon as this was accomplished the darling slave was lifted from the container, and out of my sight. Other sets of hands soon began to free me as well, and I could see that the people doing the job were dressed in that all encompassing black rubber of the staff of what had been Overlord Sextius' estate. I, too, was soon lifted clear of the container and deposited, on my knees, on the concrete floor next to slave cuntslut.

After a few seconds I was able to take note of our surroundings. We were in a large garage area. There was my Queen, the Princess, six rubber clad servants, two what appeared to be young, scantily clad females, who knelt as we did, and a male dressed in normal street clothes. It was this male who spoke first, "Your Majesty, may I present you with a gift from the King." He said, prodding the two young people into position in front of the Queen. Being able to see the two more clearly now, I found that I was indeed wrong about them. They were in fact males, dressed in ridiculously brief and revealing French maid's costumes. The skirts reached only to the mid points of their round bottom cheeks and their legs were encased in sheer black nylons, and feet in impossibly high heeled pumps. The tops of their costumes showed small bulges where tits might have been, but it what hung between their legs that was truly bizarre. Each had a small cock, but no balls, they had been castrated. They rose and curtsied in unison to my Queen, and the man continued:

"His Majesty has had these two slaves trained as slaves in waiting, your Majesty. They are consummately skilled in the art of costume design, millinery, make-up, and coiffeur, not to mention, in pampering a body. In short, they are immaculately talented body slaves, and are dedicated, beyond all reckoning, specifically to your stunning beauty. My King has, as is his want with specifically tasked slaves, had them neutered so that dedication to your person, and their duties towards it, will always remain their sole reason for existence, and they will attend to it without any chance of selfish self interest. His Majesty prays that you accept his gift, and that it pleases you, Your Majesty." The man concluded, bowing deeply to my Queen.

The two neutered slaves slipped easily back down onto their knees, and gazed up at the voluptuous Queen with love and devotion radiating from their eyes. The Queen smiled down at them, and caused them to shiver with happiness when she indicated that she was delighted with her gifts, and would make use of their specialised talents from that day on exclusively. The man then handed her a note which she immediately read, and then announced:

"Princess, supervise the cleaning, grooming and decoration of my slaves, in readiness for them to be presented to the King. He has expressed the desire to meet with us as soon as is possible. I, too, am anxious to meet with my consort as soon as it can be arranged. I understand the need for us to consummate our arrangement as soon as is practical." The attending male suggested to the Queen that his Majesty was already in his private chamber, with his court in attendance, at his palace, eagerly awaiting our arrival. With that the Queen, the attendant, the two body slaves, and all but two of the rubber clad servants, left the garage like room, leaving Princess, cuntslut, the remaining two rubber clad servants, and I alone in the cavernous room.

The two servants approached us, and soon my gulping mouth was filled with long, thick, rubber encased prick, or was it dildo, for I had no idea what sex the servants were. Cuntslut, too, had a huge rubberised prick driven down her throat, and I could see her gullet gulping wildly at the brutal invader. She, like me, had begun to blush furiously when this had been done to her. She would get used to it, I surmised, happily sucking at the pole stretching my lips so wide. Both our wrists and elbows were quickly, and efficiently taped together behind our backs while we sucked wildly. When the task was complete Princess commanded the servants to escort us to our private rooms, assuming that these already existed, which, of course, they did.

I gasped for breath when the huge rubberised cock was drawn from my mouth, and flushed with shame when a dog leash was then clipped to my slave collar. Cuntslut and I were led from the room, shuffling along on our hands and knees, drawn on by our leashes. We crawled down a long, narrow passageway until we came to a large, ornately appointed vestibule. We crossed its cool marble floor to another large set of doors. One of the servants swung the heavy portals wide, and we were led into a large circular room, furnished both richly, and lavishly. One of the servants informed Princess that this was her private domain, with appropriate quarters for the slaves under her control, which, at this stage anyway, meant only cuntslut and I.

Princess ordered the servants to cleans we slaves, and then decorate us, as her Queen had decreed. She announced that she would attend to her own ablutions, and we were expected to be presented for her inspection within the hour. The two servants led cuntslut and I off to another door, and we found that we had entered a sort of communal bathing area, not unlike that which we had become accustomed to in the Realm. The servants wasted no time in bathing us, shampooing our tresses, and then drying our glowing bodies off.

We were then sat at vanity tables, and our faces were painted with the most outlandishly sluttish of make-up jobs. When the servants were finished we were pictures of harlot like splendour, scarlet lips, charcoal blacks, silvers, and garish rouge. Next our thick, rubbery teats were carefully painted with shocking pink gloss and, much to my humiliation, and, I'm sure, cuntslut's too, the bulbous head of my prick, and her plump, outer cuntlips were also painted with shocking pink gloss. The masses of out fabulously large tits were lightly dusted with pinkish rouge, as were the round shapely mounds of our arse cheeks.

When this was finished the servants set about decorating our plush nudities with erotic adornments. We were each adorned with a skimpy, lacy garter belt from which hung six pink silk garters. The sexy garment itself rode low on our hips, and framed our smooth crotches sensuously. Sheer pink nylon stockings were next expertly smoothed onto our legs, and their seams ensured to be scrupulously straight, and then had the garter straps attached to them. High heeled shoes, that defied description in the length of the actual heels, were then strapped to our feet. Pink silk halters were fixed around our torsos. These halters served to enhance, and draw attention to both the size, and beauty of our lush udders. They in no way served to cover the smooth mounds, but rather, cupped them and presented them, somehow, even more naked than they would have been in the absence of such a skimpy garment. While revelling in the luxuriously erotic sensations of the lingerie that now enhanced the beauty of my body I thought to myself that it was just as well that cuntslut and I were almost never allowed to be on our feet, for standing, let alone walking in the shoes we now wore would be next to impossible.

Finally, after vigorously brushing our hair until the long tresses shone brilliantly, then tying it into pony tails that hung from the very apexes of out heads, the servants began to bejewel us with items of exotic, erotic, and utterly humiliating jewellery. From my ear lobes hung pendants of quite heavy solid silver, fashioned into miniature sets of obviously aroused male genitalia. Cuntslut's earings were of similar type, but displayed replicas of female sexuality. Both our wrists and ankles were cuffed with sliver bracelets, connected by foot long, small linked chains. My bracelets were, of course, intricately fashioned and beautifully entwined pricks, and cuntslut's pussies.

Finally, and hugely humiliatingly, sets of three decorations were affixed to us. On each of our delicately painted teats, at their very tips, tiny clamps were attached. From each of these clamps tiny golden bells dangled. A similar clamp, with bell attached, was clipped to the loose skin at the back of my prick head and, in cuntslut's case, her girl prick was efficiently, and impersonally frigged until it was stiff and hard, and her final clamp and bell was affixed to her protective sheath, about midway down the length of her feminine sex stalk.

These last decorations finally completed the decorating of our submissive bodies. We were then closely inspected by the attending servants, each of our clamps was carefully checked, to ensure that it would not cause embarrassment by falling off. Last second touch ups to our heavily made up faces and bodies were quickly made until they were certain that we were perfect. We were then paraded before the lovely Princess. We remained in our newly ordained postures, when not the centre of attention. That is to say we knelt, with our powdered and rouged arse slabs waving erotically in the air, our backs arched, and our foreheads pressed to the floor in displays of slavish abeyance.

The Princess obviously spent a few seconds inspecting us in general in the posture, then snapped the command for us to present ourselves for a more complete inspection, in the newly determined presentation posture, but without movement. Flushes of excited shame flooded my body, and tormented my mind deliciously when I immediately knelt up, holding my bizarrely decorated nudity still. My knees were wide spread, and my limp tube hung slack between my full, feminine thighs, its pink painted head swaying ever so slightly, just above the floor. My hands flew to my head and were soon clasped behind it in submissive acceptance. Obviously, cuntslut also adopted the same posture.

Princess, dressed in gorgeous finery that served to make her appear even more stunning, slowly walked around our kneeling bodies inspecting the efforts of the attendants. She sighed with excited pleasure, while heaping praise on the obviously pleased servants for their ingenuity and skill. "I am most pleased!" She cried. "My little sluts look just perfect! How utterly submissive, and exquisitely depraved they look. Her Majesty will be most pleased! Even His Majesty, with his strong preference for more masculine pursuits can not help but be impressed!"

As soon as she had finished heaping her praise on the servants, Princess announced that we must be on our way. There was to be a formal reception for the Queen within the hour, and we had to get to the King's palace as quickly as we could. We had thin golden metal chains attached to the rings that hung from our noses by servants, and the other ends of these were then handed to Princes. She led us, by these leashes, from the suit of rooms that were to become our permanent home base as it were, when our presence, and services were not required elsewhere. We made our way back down into the huge garage where we had been earlier unloaded from our trip from the realm.

We crawled along a specially laid carpet, to prevent our stockings from becoming spoiled as much as anything, and were led to a long, stretch limousine. Once again, in deference to our costuming, we were permitted to travel in the rear cabin of the luxurious vehicle. The trip, of about twenty minutes, was taken in complete silence. The servants had been left behind at my Queen's estate, and Princess did not display any inclination to talk to us. Throughout the trip cuntslut and I remained in our designated waiting postures.

During this trip I took the time to reflect on how my adventures in sexual submission had progressed. My submissive brain could hardly come to grips with what I had become. All that remained, physically, of that young male who had entered a sex shop so long ago, in the hope of finding a suitable Mistress to submit to, was the long thick, soft tube of male sexuality, together with its accompanying sap bulbs, that hung between my thighs. The remainder of my body had been physically, and permanently feminised. Except for my sex organs I was no longer the fit, muscular young man that I had once been. I had been transformed into a lovely, voluptuous girl. My mind still had trouble coming to grips with this, as it still thought very much like a male. This, of course, only served to deepen my supreme humiliation.

What had started out as a life of sexual submission, based on the humiliating, yet purely sexual demands of the haughty Mistress Lotta, had become a life of unremitting masochism, and utter sexual depravity and obscene servitude. My former fellow slave, whom I had so hopelessly fallen on love with, had become my Mistress and Queen, and would prove to be, I was sure, the most complete, and merciless domatrix my imagination could comprehend. In the course of my adventures I had experienced all the joys associated with submission, and debauchery. Yet I still craved more. It was strange, that even though I was mortified by what had happened to me, I adored it, and yearned for it to continue.

My male mind revelled in the humiliation of my feminised body. Millennia in the realm, and the gifts of the deities, had made me a sexually potent animal with almost no limits. Similarly, my ability to absorb merciless, and relentless punishment almost, but never seemed to quite satisfy the constant cravings of my masochistic nature. Hence, I was only to ready, and yearned to be subjected to ever greater, and more shameful acts of degradation, not to mention bizarre and infinitely cruel agonies. I was a sexual masochist with no limited to my depravity, and no boundaries to my capacity to absorb, and delight in horrific punishment.

Somehow, as if to amplify my shame at the femininity of my appearance, my male sense of reason seemed always to be acutely aware of the weight of the masses of my enormous tits, the narrowness of my waist, the voluptuousness of my bottom cheeks, and the feminine shape of my hips, thighs, and arms, not to mention the sheer beauty of my facial features. I could never come to grips with the fact that, expect for my prick and nuts, I was to all extents and purposes, female, and it was to be a constant source of deliciously intense humiliation to me, which I exulted in every conscious second.

Such thoughts assailed me throughout the trip to the palace, and the commencement of the next phase of my life, which I was certain was to be the most exciting, and fulfilling I had experienced to date. The limousine pulled into an underground car park and the door to the rear cabin was opened. Princess alighted first, and then tugged gently on our leashes urging us to join her. Two leather clad males stood waiting for us to crawl from the car's cabin.

As soon as we were all out of the vehicle it glided off, and we were led to a lift. We entered the lift, and it silently rose two floors, before its ascent stopped and its double doors glided open. We were then led to a sumptuously furnished, plushly carpeted vestibule.

We came to a halt in the centre of the room, and my heart gave a lurch of sheer joy. My Queen stood before the enormous, gilt doors that obviously led to the main room that this particular vestibule served. She was dressed in the robes of royalty, and was made up in the most exquisite fashion imaginable. My heart nearly burst with adoration and deep emotion, while I gazed upon her ravishing splendour. Her fabulous breasts flowed out of the top of her bejewelled bodice of silk and satin like two luscious half moons of perfect beauty. Her waist was constricted to an awesomely narrow column coated in silk, and her skirts flowed richly, from waist to floor.

Her hair was lushly curled and sparkled with glittering gold, silver and gems which complemented the gorgeous tiara she wore. Her two new body slaves, themselves dressed in sumptuous silks and satins, like medieval page boys, attended to the support of her dress' long train. I noted, with a blush that the costumes the two small, neutered slaves wore was cut out at the front of their crotches to reveal the heavily rouged tubes of their tiny pricks.

While I gazed at my Queen in a fit of sheer adoration, which was equally reflected by my slave partner, cuntslut, the huge doors suddenly swung open to reveal a large, equally ornately dressed attendant, complete with powdered wig, and herald's sceptre. The tall male tapped the floor loudly three times with the base of his sceptre, and announced in a thunderous voice. "Her Majesty, the Queen, and her entourage, your Majesty!"

He then reverentially stepped to one side, and my Queen slowly made her entrance into what was the King of Natchez's throne room. As soon as my Queen was fully inside the room Princess tugged insistently on our leashes and we all followed. The room was filled with gorgeously attired people of both sexes, obviously the nobility of the kingdom. All were dressed as if they were the courtiers of the Sun King of a different era. The sight was certainly most splendid.

At the far end of the room the King sat regally on his throne. He, too, was dressed like some renaissance despot, which, I suppose, was how he pictured himself. Around the walls, however, were the trappings of modern times in the form of heavily armed, black leather clothed members of the King's special guard. They were present as much, I assumed, for the intimidation of the gathered court, as for the actual protection of the King. It was obvious that he was a deranged megalomaniac from the very start.

On our slow progress up the plush red carpet towards the seated monarch I noted that I recognised a couple of the courtiers. A black man and woman, both robed in sumptuous white silks and satins that contrasted so beautifully with their ebony skins, I remembered as the owners of a particularly bizarre eating establishment that I had visited before being taken for service in the Realm. It was difficult to come to grips with the fact that this event had happened less than six months previously, given the amount of time that had seemed to pass in that magical place. I thought that I recognised others as well, but I couldn't be sure.

If anyone had recognised me, without truly close scrutiny, I would have been totally surprised. And if anyone recognised my Queen as the voluptuous, and insatiable sex slave of yesterday, then they were certainly not showing it now. Perhaps they might have considered discretion to be the better part of valour, considering the position of power they would have known that she was about to assume. When we arrived within twelve or so feet of the throne the monarch rose to his feet to greet his consort.

"Welcome, my dear. Welcome to my domain. Your beauty is beyond all descriptions I have received. I am sure that all will bow before your majesty, as they do to mine." My Queen stared up at the King, inspecting his person with the same curiosity as he did hers. She knew that he was sexually attuned to homosexuality, exclusively, and that they would never mate in the carnal sense, so his looks were not really that important to her. Never the less, she was pleased with what she saw. The king was a really handsome man, tall and muscular, with fine features and clear blue eyes that contrasted with his almost mediterranean colouring.

He reached out his hand to my Queen, and drew her to a gilt throne that stood next to his. He wasted no time in removing her tiara once she was seated, and attended to her coronation as his Queen immediately. He then sat back down on his throne, and they both gazed out at their subjects with arrogant superiority. The king then announced to his court that his queen would command the same respect, and unflinching loyalty, from them as he, himself demanded. Her commands were to be treated as though they were his, and obeyed without question, and with due alacrity.

The courtiers listened with bated breath to their ruler outlining the powers of their new and beautiful Queen. How they could never refuse her any service. How they were to bow to her every whim. He concluded by informing them that he was sure that she would not change the order of things in the kingdom, nor alter the lifestyle they all enjoyed, provided they bowed to her authority without question. Even if she did, the Queen herself interrupted, it would only be to add even more to the unique and exciting atmosphere of the kingdom.

The two monarchs then received the acclamation of their court, and basked in the aura of their absolute power. After a half an hour or so of this obsequious display, the court was abruptly dismissed. The leather clothed guards ushered the courtiers from the room, and then left their Majesties, Princess, and we slaves as the only ones now present in the room. As soon as we were alone the king began to speak: "No doubt, my dear, you have carefully studied the protocols of our arrangement with all due care, and agree to the provisions. You receive the power of a monarch, and I receive the benefits of your wealth." My Queen nodded her assent to the arrangement, and the King proceeded, "You are aware that, while I find the female form visually pleasant, I also find it sexually abhorrent. Consequently you and I will have to find some different means of providing an heir to the throne of the kingdom. I am sure that I can leave this task to you, my dear, and you will be able to devise a means that does not offend my sensibilities. In public, of course, we shall always appear as the most devoted of couples."

"Of course, my dear consort," My Queen replied with a smile. "I shall put the task to my mind. A solution is, no doubt, clearly available, and only needs to be discovered. It's just a matter of weighing up the possibilities. Now my dear, allow me to present Princess, the manageress of my slaves." Princess moved forward and curtsied to the King with a smile. "Very becoming, my dear. Have you served your Queen for long?" He asked, out of courtesy, I suppose, rather than idle curiosity. "Oh yes, your Majesty," The Princess replied with a knowing smile, "I have been in the service of Her Majesty for eons!"

"And my personal slaves," My Queen announced, pointing to me first. I shuffled over to a position before the seated King, my heart pounding with excitement and lust. When in the appropriated position I reared my body back, spreading my knees wide and thrusting my immediately lasciviously undulating crotch out towards him in the most obscene fashion. My huge prick stiffened and rose, its flaring head describing a continuous arc as it rose, until the long, thick sex stalk stood proud and throbbing up along my slightly trembling belly, its fat, pink painted head poised in the valley between my massive udders, a small pearl of pale prick juice gracing its tip, and clearly betraying my submissive arousal. My hands flew up and grasped the back of my head in a further display of servile submission, while my shoulders began to, almost involuntarily, roll, shimmying my huge tits sensuously.

I blushed with humiliated shame when the eerie sound of the bells hanging from the tips of my teats, and from the rear of my cock's fat head began to tinkle clearly audibly. While I displayed my thoroughly humiliated nudity in such exquisitely obscene fashion, and with my blood racing with shame, and unrelenting lust, I announced my presence to the King in the most degrading and servile of tones:

"Your esteemed, and most regal Majesty!" I squealed submissively, "I am my Queen's slave harlot, cockslut. So named cock, because of the lewd prick and nuts that sprout from my obscene fork, and so named slut, because I am a sex animal of consummate depravity and obscene perversity. I have served my Queen from the beginning of time, and will continue to serve her with every fibre of my being for as long as it is her desire that I do, without question, and without a rebellious atom in my being!"

The King looked down at my obscenely performing nakedness, and commented, with an almost neutral air, "Nice equipment, slut, but its a pity about the rest of you." Then, turning to my Queen, made the horrifying statement, "Why, my dear, do you allow your harlot to retain his eggs. I have found that sluts, dedicated to my pleasure alone, perform much better after they have been de-balled, and are left with no desires of their own, except that to serve their superiors."

My Queen, to my eternal gratitude, replied to her consort in the following manner, "My dear King," She cried, "Unlike you, I am a consummate female hedonist, as well as a cruel domatrix. I gain great pleasure from gorging my lust on the sexuality of my slaves. Each is trained to control his or her lusts, and subordinate them completely to my desires. I take enormous pleasure from watching the little sluts perform under such control. The power I enjoy knowing that their sexual relief is in my hands, to be granted, or denied, depending on my whim is so delicious, almost like a drug. Actually, I would find it quite deflating to my ego, if my cockslut was no longer capable of splashing his lust for my visual entertainment. I can assure you, however, that he will suffer dire consequences should he ever allow his needs to override his duty to attend to my every desire with complete, single minded devotion. Be aware, my King, should the slut ever develop a tendency of allowing his own lusts to interfere with his performance, I would surely give serious consideration to utilising the solution to that problem that you suggest."

"You mean to tell me, my dear, that you actually use the whore for your own sexual needs, a mere slave?" The King asked in a voice that clearly betrayed his disbelief that such a circumstance would arise. "Of course, my dear King," She replied with a laugh, "Being a male, and attuned to male sexuality exclusively, you have no idea how good a prick like cockslut possess can be for a woman. I frequently use the slut's beautiful prick stalk as a living dildo, for my pleasure, and would not dream of foregoing such an enchanting, and pleasurable diversion."

The King just shook his head in wonderment at this disclosure, but, never the less, did not pursue the matter, prepared to defer to his new Queen's strange, in his mind, peccadillos. My Queen gestured to me to resume my position, then beckoned to cuntslut. I crawled back to where I had been kneeling, lowered my torso and raised my swaying arse slabs high again while cuntslut prepared to introduce herself to the King in the same demeaning style as I had utilised. The monarchs inspected her obscenely cavorting nudity, commenting on her beauty, and, of course, the perverse and depraved nature she so deliciously displayed. The King, of course, was no where near as interested in her as he had been in me, for obvious reasons.

As soon as cuntslut had rejoined me the King asked my Queen whether she would enjoy inspecting his trio of personal pleasure slaves. The Queen, naturally, was only to happy to be entertained in this way, and the King clapped his hands, quite loudly, three times. Almost immediately, from behind a curtain hanging behind the brace of thrones, three young, entirely naked youths emerged. They dropped to their knees and crawled, first over to a small, almost altar like structure that I had barely noticed before, my concentration being solely directed to the monarchs, and in particular, my superb Queen.

The three nude youths knelt before this structure, and while they did so, I took the time to study it more closely. Evenly spaced on top of the quite low table like edifice stood three silver trophy like objects. They were shaped like erect pricks of reasonable size, and perfect likeness. At their bases were sets of perfectly preserved testicles, complete with real skin sacks. The three slaves then, to my astonishment, began to recite, in fervent tones, a litany of almost religious like intensity:

"Praise be to the King, owner of my being!"

"Praise be to Him who allowed me to surrender these balls I now gaze at in awe!"

"Praise be to him whom I now serve with every fibre of my being!"

Then each slave in turn uttered one last statement of worship:

"Praise be to Him who allows me to worship His sacred arsehole!"

Said the first, then the second cried:

"Praise be to Him who allows me to worship His hallowed testicles!"

And the last of the three:

"Praise be to Him who allows me to worship His divine penis!"

The three youths then crawled over to, and took up positions before the seated monarchs and knelt up to allow them to inspect their bodies. I gasped at the sight of such beautiful boys. They were completely male in appearance, despite the fact that they had been castrated, with lean beautifully sculpted muscles, and quite long and thick, albeit, soft and limp prick tubes hanging between their spread thighs. And, of course, an absence of balls at the bases of their slack cocks.

"As you might have already guessed, my dear," The King stated, "Each of my pleasure slaves is dedicated exclusively to the pleasure of one part of my sex, one to my arse ring, one to my balls, and the third to my cock. This is all they exist for. They spend their entire time, when not attending me, in keeping their bodies perfectly fit, and in practising their particular art, so that their performance always remains perfect. I have thirty or so youths in constant training, but only the most perfect are granted the opportunity to surrender their balls, as a precursor, to being accepted as a pleasure slave to me, whenever a vacancy for such a slave arises."

"But where do you get them?" My Queen asked. "How can you keep such a number in training all the time, and what happens to them when they no longer please you?" She inquired, obviously shocked at the sheer numbers involved, and given their physical condition and natural beauty, wondering just how it was possible to assemble so many of them. The King smiled at her, and then launched into a long, and detailed explanation as to how he was able to maintain such a stable:

"I purchase my slaves from all over the world. I have a group of like minded agents who continually scour the S&M culture on my behalf. You would be surprised at how many people are prepared to sell their offspring for a rich reward. Once trained, the most talented and skilled of the slaves are given the opportunity to serve me solely, at the expense of their own continued sexual capability. I can assure you that no slave has ever declined the surrender of his balls, and thus the opportunity to serve me in all the time I have operated this method. Those slaves that do not qualify for my service are generally on sold, either in tact or de-balled, to various dominators throughout the world and, I can assure you, there is no shortage of people willing to buy such exquisitely trained chattels."

"As to what happens to them when they outlive their usefulness to me, or I tire of them, or purely through the fact that they grow to old for my tastes, they are similarly on sold, usually to brothels where they can continue to serve as they have been trained. You can see, my dear, that despite their castration my slaves retain their look of masculinity. This is achieved through extensive hormone supplementation. Perhaps some of them will wind up serving in your brothel from time to time. It has happened before when Sextius was charged with the oversight of your assets."

My Queen listened to these explanations with a look of incredulity. Perhaps she believed the King, or perhaps she did not. Never the less, when he began to wax lyrical at the skills of his pleasure slaves, and in particular, the talent of his penis worshipper, she could no longer contain herself, and her own arrogant nature came to the fore. When the King stated, bluntly, that his current penis slave was quite simple the most talented cock sucker the world had ever seen, she exploded:

"My harlot, cockslut, is without doubt the most skilled cock sucker this planet has ever seen. I'll bet he can out suck your slave any day of the week!" I listened to this part of their conversation with strange conflicting feelings. I was proud and happy that my Queen was praising my skills so parochially, but dreaded what might happen if I was tested, and disgraced her by proving less skilled than the King's highly trained chattel. My worst fears were soon to be realised.

"Well, my haughty Queen," The King mocked, with a chuckle, "We shall have to see about this, won't we. I suggest we hold a contest to decide whose slave is superior. I shall arrange for forty of my most potent secret police officers to remain celibate for seven days, and then the slaves can have a suck off, and we'll see who possesses the more skilled prick drainer." My Queen was quick to intervene at this point, although her beautiful violet eyes sparkled with the thrill of competition. "But, my dear, how will I be certain that all the pricks you supply for such a contest will start from the same point. How can I be sure that you won't have the ones earmarked for my whore drained a few times prior to the contest!"

"I'm surprised at you my dear, questioning my integrity, but if it will calm your fears I'll let members of your staff monitor those selected for both harlots, to ensure that the playing field is even. Is that satisfactory?" My Queen agreed to these terms, and then the King continued, obviously peeved at the perceived slur on his character. "Since you doubt my integrity, let's make this little contest interesting, shall we? If my slave is victorious, then I will have your slut's nuts for my trophy cabinet. If your trollop is victorious, then my disgraced slave will become your property, and you can put him to work in your brothel. Is it agreed?"

My Queen, glancing at me, immediately agreed to the terrible bargain. "The whores will suck for five hours," The King announced, "The winner, of course, will be the whore that has caused the greatest number of pricks to spurt in that time." My heart pounded with terror! Surely she would never allow me to be castrated! My fear must have been apparent to her, for she glanced at me with a twinkle in her eyes, and her tongue flicked lasciviously at her painted lips. She was showing me the ace we held up our proverbial sleave. The king was ignorant of the modification made to my tongue, which would give me the decisive advantage, especially after the first two or three loads had been drained from each cock.

My Queen agreed to all the terms, but then added, again, I suspect, for my benefit, "The slaves must swallow every drop they draw from the pricks. If either slave allows a drop of ball cream to escape he will immediately be declared the loser. Is that agreeable to you, my King?" The King paused momentarily, while he considered the ramifications of this. He obviously wondered at the capacity of his slave to consume such a quantity of ball juice, having been traditionally only required to drink his own, at least since his training had been completed. He obviously decided that the advantage to me would be minimal and, in light of his confidence in his own slave draining many more pricks than I would be capable of, agreed to the condition.

At this point my Queen addressed the Princess, "Princess, take my sluts back to my estate, if you please. His Majesty and I have affairs of state to discuss. We will be in council until quite late, I think, so you may retire when it pleases you. Other than that, I'm sure that you have plenty of things concerning the slaves to plan and arrange." The Princess took up our leashes and, after bowing deferentially to the monarchs, led us from the throne room. An escort, one of the perennial leather clad heavies, waited for us at the door, and escorted us back down into the underground garage where our limousine awaited. This time we were not permitted to travel in the rear cabin, but were loaded into the rubber lined baggage compartment of the luxury vehicle for the trip back to the estate.

Once safely back in our quarters we were quickly divested of the finery we had worn to the palace, and then fed by servants. Once the meal was complete Princess had us kneel before her. "I'm going to arrange for a few things to allow us to meet her Majesty's requirements, little sluts." She announced. "Now, I'll bet you are beside yourselves with lust after today's little exercise, are'nt you?" We nodded our heads vigorously, agreeing with the gorgeous domatrix. "Well, cuntslut had the pleasure of coming over and over on the trip from the realm, so now it's cockslut's turn. While I work I shall be entertained by watching you ream out cuntslut's little arse pit, cockslut, doggie fashion. You may prepare her little ring with your tongue before you begin. And, I think, we'll have a little key word which, whenever I utter it, will be the signal that you are permitted to empty your fat balls into her arse chasm. And before we retire for the night, I shall allow you, cockslut, as a special reward, to feast on you own ball juice, direct from her arsehole!"

"Are'nt you both just delighted with the little game I've devised?" She chortled, and then made it clear that she required a response from each of us, " You first, cuntslut." My adorable fellow slut giggled excitedly, and squealed happily, "Oh yes, adored Princess, I just love having my tight little arse ring stretched by big, hot, stiff prick. It hurts so good. I just adore it!" "And you, cockslut, the Princess prompted. I answered with equal joy, "Sweet Princess, I love to feel hot tight arse pit squeezing my cock. Please! Please! Worshipped Princess, may I play with cuntslut's big new tits while I fuck her arse tunnel for your visual pleasure?"

"OK, you incorrigible harlot!" The Princess laughed. "Now mount the little presentation stage, and enjoy yourselves!" We clambered up onto a small, circular platform covered with shiny black rubber. Almost before we had got fully onto the tiny stage it had begun to slowly revolve. I almost sighed with pleasure when I slipped my face into the warm crevasse between cuntslut's gorgeous bottom cheeks. That little slut did audibly pant with pleasure when my long soft tongue began to tease the tight little ring of her luscious arse hole. I washed the tight muscled pout over and over until it actually began to soften, then slipped my tongue past the strong sphincter, and moistened the rich, ripe interior of her gorgeously elastic arse pit.

As soon as I was satisfied that her little hole was ready for my prick I withdrew my tongue and crouched my own plush nudity over hers. I placed the hot, flared tip of my achingly stiff cock against the drenched pout of her arse, and pushed it gently into her, wincing slightly while her poor little ring was so cruelly stretched open by my enormous invader. Little cuntslut whimpered with hurt while her tiny ring expanded under the relentless assault, but, never the less, she assisted in her own inhuman impalement by bearing her haunches back towards me with all the force she could manage.

For my part, I panted with the effort it took to drive my wildly throbbing pole of lust into her. The sensations were exquisite while inch after inch of its hard, hot flesh disappeared into that hot, tight sleave. I thrilled to the sumptuous sensations of the hot, tight, tunnel squeezing my pulsating stalk so unyieldingly, and little shivers of pure lust crazed delight flashed around my body when my hips finally met cuntslut's shuddering arse mounds, and she was fully impaled. I stilled my movements for a couple of seconds, panting from the effort, not to mention the feelings of sheer depraved debauchery that flooded through me.

I then rolled my bottom around slowly, loosening cuntslut's cruelly stretched pout even more, then began the equally slow withdrawal. The skewered slut squealed with painful pleasure while her arse pit was so sensuously, but exquisitely painfully reamed out. I could tell that she was in heaven, as was I. I reached down and cupped her massive tits in my hands, and began to tug at her rubbery teats in time with my slow strokes in and out of her now welcoming arse pit. Her tiny shrieks were soon no longer of hurt, but of immaculate ecstasy, and her teats literally throbbed under the tugging of my insistent fingers.

What a sight we must have been providing for the Princess. The cute, adorable cuntslut crouched low with my more voluptuous nudity hovering over her. My enormous long, thick prick stalk slowly oozing into her clasping arse pit, then equally slowly being disgorged, only to plunge back in. Cuntslut's shapely arse cheeks shuddering lasciviously, and my own alluring cheeks revolving, and rutting erotically. The Princess watched us go at it for a few minutes, commenting mockingly, "Such a lovely sight, such a desirable tableau. Two insatiable harlots arse fucking with gay abandon!"

At the utterance of the word "lovely" my balls, involuntarily began to flex wildly, and I squealed in ecstasy while my prick juice poured into cuntslut's writhing arse chute. My prick exploded six times, inundating that hole with an ocean of man cream. "Much better!" The Princess laughed, now that quite loud squelching sounds accompanied each stroke of my still throbbing stalk. She then summoned the head artisan of the estate into her presence.

The creature arrived, dressed in the identical fashion to all on the estate who were not slaves. The artisan knelt before the princess, in deference to her station, and lay down a folder before her. The creature's long, black coated prick arched up from the crotch area, and seemed to almost throb visibly while its owner awaited the Princess' pleasure. It barely even noticed the obscene performance cuntslut and I were enacting not five feet away. Princess explained to the artisan that she required a number of bondage structures designed and built with a view to presenting my prick as a living dildo.

Even though I was, by now, steeped in my all consuming lust, I still blushed with shame when I heard this. Cuntslut too, obviously slipped deeper into her depravity, and her sweating, slick arse slabs began to undulate even more wildly while my aching prick sloshed in and out of her now quite sloppy arse chute. I noticed that a small pool of sticky cunt cream, liberally spiced with cock juice that had escaped from the harlot's clasping arse pit as time went on, had formed beneath her churning groin. The conversation between servant and Princess went on for almost a half an hour, with the artisan showing her samples of designs undertaken for other slaves that had, from time to time served at the estate.

They discussed these at length, touching on the alterations required to suit the Princess' tastes, and through her, my Queens desires. The artisan stated that he, or she, would have to take precise measurements of my body so that the designs would be perfectly accurate in their requirements. Princess laughed out loud, telling the servant that, just now, taking my measurements was out of the question, and that it could take place the next day. She looked at a couple of designs that had caught her eye at the end of their discussion, saying,"These would be just beautiful, I think, Just lovely!"

I squealed in ecstasy, and my pulsating prick exploded in the hot confines of cuntslut's arse chute, flooding it with a fresh deluge of my boiling cock cream. I sobbed with pleasure while stream after stream spurted from the tip of my erupting stalk until the force of my climax began to ebb. I panted with exhaustion, but my cock lost none of its hardness as a result of the climax, and I continued to pump it in and out of cuntslut's now dreadfully sloppy arse pit.

The artisan was dismissed, and Princess summoned the head of the estate's millinery staff. There was no doubt in my mind that this servant was female, despite the long black rubber coated prick arching up from her groin. The bulges at the chest were just too big, and wobbled to realistically for this creature to be a male. Princess explained to the seamstress that she required three types of costumes for we slaves, forestalling the woman's request for measurements by pointing to our obscenely rutting bodies, saying that we were not really available for that purpose at the moment.

She explained to the costume designer that we would require a variety of costumes. Ensembles for us to wear when we were sent into the city on errands. Costumes for every day wear on the estate. Outfits for wear when we visited brothels and clubs and, of course, formal occasion wear. She further instructed that specialised jewellery, befitting our status, would need to be cast, and footwear, both for movement purposes, and purely decorative purposes would have to be made. In general, our costumes should always be in keeping with our status, and should reflect glory on our owner, the Queen.

The seamstress then showed Princess many designs that she had prepared for this meeting. The two of them inspected, and discussed a number of these as possibilities over the next half an hour or so. Princess, on two or three occasions, when viewing these designs, expressed her delight with them in terms of being lovely, and I squealed helplessly as my pistoning prick erupted over and over, and the ecstasy of climax rocked my rutting nudity with waves of pure sexual torment. The adorable cuntslut's well reamed out arse pit was by now so slack and sloppy that I could barely feel it clasping at my invading cock stalk.

Princess dismissed the seamstress, rose to her feet, and came over to inspect us. She went around to our rutting rears and commented, "Your nuts are starting to bounce, cockslut. I think that they must be getting empty, but they are not quite slack enough to please me yet. I think that it would be just lovely, just lovely, if your prick was to spurt again!"

My cock erupted yet again, and I squealed helplessly while the streams of ball cream spewed uncontrollably from its tip. The pleasure was, by now, almost painful, and my balls ached savagely as they shed every drop of their sap. I howled out my rapture, and my arse began to swing so fast that my continually spurting prick became almost a blur as it flashed in and out of cuntslut's writhing arse chute. For her part, cuntslut's arse rolled and heaved with an almost equal intensity, and when my slack loose balls began to slap loudly into the dripping meat of her drooling cunt split the now climaxing harlot squealed out her pleasure.

Princess watched us rut with supreme obscenity until she surmised that my swinging nuts had no more to give, then she called a halt. I have to admit I was not unhappy to hear this, and my movements came to a halt while my utterly spent prick stalk oozed out of cuntslut's reamed out arse ring. "Clean up your mess, cuntslut!" Princess commanded, referring to the pool of sex drool that had accumulated below her crotch. "While she works you get your snout into her obscene arse crack and clean out her hole, cockslut!"

Cuntslut, before Princess had even stopped speaking, already had her face poised over the pool of raunchy sex juices, and her tongue was lapping happily at the heady mixture. I, for my part, despite the physical exhaustion that now assailed me, sighed with pleasure when my face entered the split between cuntslut's sweating, cum spattered arse cheeks, and I lapped languidly at the flow of ball cream seeping from her loose anal ring. We both feasted on our respective fluids like starving waifs, and soon my tongue was buried deeply in the hole that my prick had so delightfully fucked for so long in a vain endeavour to get at every drop that it had deposited there.

Princess watched us in our humiliating task with a knowing smile, seeing our lewd tongues continue to work long after she must have known there was no longer anything for them to achieve. She then made cuntslut's day by allowing her the pleasure of sucking my sated cock and balls clean. I hummed with contentment while that soft tongue diligently teased my limp prick, as much as cleansed it and, by the time Princess surmised that my crotch was relatively free of the evidence of our recent excesses, my cock was again beginning to thicken and swell, despite my sexual exhaustion.

Princess commanded us to bath ourselves, and then we would be permitted to rest. She, herself, was also going to retire. I was quite disappointed when I found that we all slept in separate rooms. I was sure that, like in the realm, we would all be sharing a communal bed. Princess saw both my, and cuntslut's dejection when we learnt of this and said, "I'm sure we will be able to come to some other arrangement, little sluts, after we have settled in fully. I have yet to be informed of our Queen's desires in this respect, so we'll just have to make do with what is provided for now."

I must admit, actually, that I was asleep almost as soon as my head had hit the pillow. Given the day I had had, this was not really surprising, I suppose. I dreamt fabulous dreams of sexual debauchery, and divine submission until the tinkling of a bell woke me early the next day.