After the court event life went on at the estate. More costumes were designed and made up for we slaves, as were more devices designed to attend to our bondage. I spent many hours serving as my Queen's living dildo, much to my delight. Cuntslut was not so happy with this as it normally meant that she played a lesser part in the orgies of depraved lust that were involved. I constantly teased her with the fact that she had no cock of her own, and was consequently not able to participate in the pleasures our Queen and I so enjoyed. I knew that I shouldn't tease the little slut so mercilessly, and it cost me considerable pain and suffering whenever Princess caught me at it.

We settled into a comfortable routine of hedonistic excess, laced with sado-masochistic activity. Life was good and fulfilling for both slaves and dominators. As promised cuntslut was taken to the brothel and gang fucked up her tight little arse by Princess, and was also allowed to experience gang `around the world' fucking. For my part I spent many a day serving in the `House of Divine Penis' and grew to gain a reputation as quite the most skilled cock worshipper in the entire kingdom. During the first few months in the kingdom we never attended any of the night spots, except, of course, for cuntslut and my initial foray into the town described earlier. Her Majesty had decided that our wardrobes would be completed before we ventured out on such excursions. This did not, of course, prevent her and Princess from sampling the delights of many of these establishments constantly.

There was much excitement at the estate when the Queen announced to us that the next day would see the arrival of Princess' new personal slave. We slaves were also beside ourselves with excitement at this news, for it had been decided that we would not receive our playthings until Princess' slave had arrived. We did not, at this time, know what these toys were to be, and cuntslut and I spent many hours fantasising about what form they would take. Would they be new and exceedingly bizarre bondage equipment? Would they be delightfully cruel and sadistic whips? Would they be sex toys for us to use when demonstrating our depravity to our ruler? Or would they be collections of erotic and humiliating jewelry with which to decorate our bodies for the pleasure of our owners? We didn't know, but were about to be filled with delighted surprise, I can assure you.

The day of delivery dawned with high expectancy for all. We were dressed in estate costumes before being summoned to Her Majesty's main play room. Cuntslut and I crawled into the plushly appointed room and took up our positions before the Queen's throne, our arses raised high and, in my case, my long ropy prick dangling thick and limp between my splayed open thighs. Her Majesty was seated on her throne and dressed in gorgeous erotic finery. Princess, as usual, stood next to the throne dressed in supple black leather and lace. Standing before us were three huge black boxes, at least four feet high, and about four feet square. Two of the boxes were done up like presents with ribbons and bows. The last of the three was bare of decoration.

"Shall we acquaint ourselves with your new slut first Princess, darling?" Her Majesty asked with a smile. Princess, her eagerness evident, was only too happy to comply, and soon walked over to the bare box. She leant down and quickly unlatched the front panel and drew it open. Cuntslut and I strained our necks around so that we would be able to see what emerged from the box.

What actually did emerge from the box filled me with wanton, lust crazed wonder when Princess snapped, "Show yourself, whore!" A woman of truly voluptuous proportions crawled out into the light of the room and reared up on her cruelly spread knees before the regal Princess and displayed her lewd charms in classic submission, her hands clasped behind her head. The slave was a picture of sensual pultritude the like of which I had never before laid eyes on. Her tits were at least as large as my own massive mounds, but entirely different in spectacle. While my udders are firm, and ride high and proud on my chest, this whore's were soft and pulpy, and drooped heavily from her torso. This is not to say that the tits were in any way less beautiful than mine. They were equally gorgeous, just in a different way, and they wobbled deliciously while the slave woman shook her shoulders to wantonly enhance their lewd display. The teats that capped the fabulous balloons were long and thick, and deliciously pink in colour.

The woman's belly was soft and rounded, unlike cuntslut and mine which are flat and firm. Her thighs were voluptuous, smooth and incredibly white and unblemished. The slut's cunt split was truly stupendous. I had never seen a cunt split with such large and fleshy outer lips, or such fabulously drooping inner ones. The woman cock was completely bare. Its protective sheath had been removed from the very base. It was huge, almost like the cock of a pre-pubescent youth, and it stood proud and erect at the apex of the wondrous cuntal chasm.

The woman's facial features exuded rich sensuality and her eyes, violet in colour, shone with submissive ardour as she gazed up in utter adoration at her new owner. Princess stared down at her chattel with a smile of sheer joy. The woman was obviously everything she had dreamed, of and more. Frequently photographs enhance the quality of what they depict, but that could never be said of this woman. She was more than real, and Princess was delighted beyond imagining. Princess inspected the slave for a few minutes, glorying in the slut's sheer voluptuousness before she addressed the kneeling whore for the first time.

"Slave, I am pleased with you!" Princess announced, the slave's reaction was one of sheer happiness so intense that tears of joy actually trickled from the corners of her eyes. "From this point on you will be know as slave piggash. I am your Princess, your owner, your ruler, and your merciless punisher! In keeping with the name I have bestowed upon you you will reduce yourself to the most perverted, lecherous, obscene, lust filled harlot in the kingdom! You will refuse to perform no act no matter how filthy and obscene and depraved it may be! You will surrender completely to obscene lechery utterly, and exist solely to wallow in your licentious lust. You will submit with joy and delight to the cruelest and most merciless punishments imaginable. Now, your existence will be governed by the same rules that Her Majesty's sluts,cuntslut and cockslut here are dominated by. They will explain these to you in detail later. The only rule you need to know now is that utterly obscene rutting of your lewd fork is the means by which you beg permission to communicate. You may now demonstrate your utter and total submission to my will!"

The slave reacted immediately, dropping her torso to the floor and crushing the mounds of her enormous, soft tits into the hard polished wood. Her voluptuous arse slabs, so round and smooth waved about with immaculate lasciviousness while her lips slobbered adoring kisses over the toes of the Princess' patent leather pumps. The new slave paid homage to her ruler for a full minute in this demeaning fashion before she again reared her nudity up, and began to rut her hips with consummate obscenity. Princess watched her slave perform this humiliating ritual for a full five minutes before she eventually permitted the whore to speak. We all waited with bated breath for the first words the slave would utter, the sheer wanton excitement building to an almost unbearable pitch while Princess made us wait. When the sign was given, the outpouring from the ecstatic slut was well worth the wait.

"Oh most adored and worshipped Princess, owner of my being, controller of my lust, castigator of my slave carcass, I, the utterly degenerate, immaculately depraved whore, and flawlessly submissive, impeccably obsequious slave surrender to you completely! Your merest whim is my reason for being! Your entertainment is my purpose for existence! I live and breath only to serve you with every fibre of my being! My sole purpose since they day I was born was to prepare myself to serve you, most adored, beautiful Princess!"

The slave's chest heaved with the bursting of her emotion and masochistic yearning and she swung her kneeling nudity around, then wantonly waved her shapely arse slabs at Princess, and continued:

"I offer up these obese arse slabs, and the depraved ring and pit that hides between them to you for your amusement, and beg and plead that you punish them savagely whenever the fancy takes you!" The whore swung back up and then grasped each of her teats in the fingers of one hand, and savagely pulled her massive tit mounds out by them and presented the gorgeous udders to Princess, "I submit these fat tits to you, adored Princess! The floppy milk bags exist for your pleasure, and to absorb your wrath. When you deign to punish them I implore that you show them no mercy!" The excited whore then reached into her lewdly splayed fork with both hands and literally tore the plump lips of her moist cunt apart, baring the fleshy trench completely, with its palpitating cunt pit mouth, pulsing piss slit and stiff, throbbing woman prick, "I surrender this utterly depraved and debauched cuntal trench to you, worshipped Princess, and vow that it will refuse no act of obscene perversity for your amusement, pledge that no punishment meted out to it will be too severe, if it pleases you to inflict it, revered princess!" The slave woman resumed her submissive, and utterly raunchy posture once again, and expressed her undying love and devotion to Princess continuously, until commanded to cease her depraved babbling by my Queen.

Princess was beaming with delight, and would, no doubt, have allowed the fawning slut to gibber on indefinitely. She revelling, for the first time, in sole ownership of a slave, and the power and omnipotence that this engendered. Both the Queen and Princess stood up and wandered around the lewdly cavorting harlot, drinking in the voluptuous charms she so wantonly displayed for a couple of minutes. Cuntslut and I kept to our positions, and waited for events to proceed with bated breath.

"Well, Princess," Her Majesty commented, "Your depraved slut is certainly easy on the eye, and shows verbal promise, but we have yet to see how the whore performs physically. Shall we have her perform for us before, or after we give my sweet, lewd harlots their little presents?" Princess was caught momentarily unawares by Her Majesty's question. It was obvious that she could not wait to see her new slave debase herself even more obscenely, for her entertainment, but on the other hand she had to decide whether it would be better to get the gift opening complete, before such an event. She eventually decided, "Your Majesty, I think it would be better if we had all the other activities out of the way before we consent to allow piggash to perform for us. In fact, while we are letting cuntslut and cockslut open their presents, it will give the whore a chance to dream up an appropriate means of demonstrating to us that she is not all talk!"

"A good idea, Princess," Her Majesty replied with a leer. She then ordered piggash to join us, and for all three of us to present ourselves. Soon we were all up on our knees, and cavorting with equal obscenity before the dominant duo. "Before we begin," Princess added, addressing her new whore, "You may use any of the slaves present to assist you in the planned display of your perverted debauchery, piggash." I was slightly confused when she said this, since cuntslut and I were the only others present. Why did Princess' comment make this sound incorrect.

"Little cuntslut first, I think," Her Majesty suggested, then addressed cuntslut herself, "Off you go, you sweet little harlot, see what I have got for you!" Cuntslut crawled off towards the box that had her name on it, her beautiful bare bottom cheeks undulating sexily, and her enormous tits swaying sensually. When she arrived at the large box she wasted no time in tearing away the decorative ribbon that adorned it, then quickly unlatched its door and drew it open. The little slut squealed with delight when the interior of the package was revealed, and its contents crawled out into the light of the room.

"Its prettyprick!" She cried, "Her Majesty has bought me slave prettyprick! Oh, thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you!" She cried in utter happiness. Slave prettyprick knelt before his slave owner submissively, then leant down and slipped his face between cuntslut's splayed thighs. The young male devotedly kissed the lips of cuntslut's moist cunt split in a display of submission, then reared back up so that his stiff young cock was again proudly displayed, and cried out in a voice laced with submissive happiness, "Sweet cuntslut, I am happy beyond belief at becoming your slave toy, and will serve you utterly devotedly, for the rest of my life!"

Cuntslut's face clouded with confusion. How could a slave own a slave. It didn't make sense. Her Majesty soon explained, "Sweet little harlot, you are slaves together. You are each other's little playthings. Now, little cuntslut, as the harlot prettyprick has submitted to you, don't you think it's time you submitted to him also?" Cuntslut blushed prettily at this mild criticism from the glorious Queen, and immediately leant down and pressed her heavily painted lips to the glistening tip of her new plaything's strongly erect prick, then made her vow of submission and service to him in much the same terms as he had used in surrendering his being to her.

The two slaves were ordered back to positions next to the new slut, piggash, and I. It was now my turn, and Her Majesty smiled benevolently, and knowingly, at my cavorting nudity before directing me to open my gift. I waddled over to the last remaining box on my knees, my huge erect prick swaying erotically out in front of me, and my heart racing with awed anticipation at what sort of slave my Queen had acquired for me. All kinds of possibilities raced through my mind, raising to almost fever pitch my lurid excitement. I tore the ribbon from the large crate in almost indecent haste, and my fingers fumbled wildly at the latches to its front panel. My heart leapt in sheer joy when the contents of the open crate were revealed.

My heart skipped beat after beat. My blood raced through my veins, and my cock throbbed with lust when the nude, bizarre creature who possessed the most beautiful, mouth-watering, succulent, perfectly formed prick I had ever sucked off crawled out into the open and knelt before me. The creature's exquisite face bore an expression of unambiguous joy at seeing me, for she had undoubtedly recognised me despite the changes I had undergone physically. It was the gorgeous transsexual I had so devotedly adored, and was so disappointed not to see again when cuntslut and I had visited the restaurant for slaves earlier. My mouth flooded with saliva at the mere sight of the stunningly beautiful cock standing so perfect and erect in her smooth skinned fork. It took every ounce of my discipline not to immediately engulf that gorgeous stalk of male sexuality in my mouth on the spot.

My mouth gaped open in complete awed delight, and a surge of cream almost spurted from the tip of my achingly rigid prick, causing Her Majesty to comment with a mocking giggle, "I see, cockslut, that you recognise the slut I have acquired for you, and you are obviously in raptures over my choice. I knew you would be, of course." I was still completely struck dumb with excitement, and elation, while I stared in adoration at the phenomenal sexual animal who was now to be mine to play with to my heart's content. My mind was filled with the memories of the first time my mouth had worshipped the pole of lust that stood between her legs, remembering vividly its delicious aroma, its fabulous flavours, but most of all, the sheer succulence of the sweet elixir I had been so privileged to suck from it so long ago. "Why don't you introduce yourself to my gawking harlot, slut, and then we can see how obscenely Princess' new whore can perform for us!" Her Majesty snapped in mock impatience, for she too appeared to be struck with the wanton beauty of the stunning transsexual.

The lovely creature bent down and tenderly kissed the seeping tip of my pulsating prick, her soft tongue washing away the small rivulet of cock cream that had flowed from its dilated slit, then addressed me with absolute love and devotion, "I am the slut whoreprick!" She cried with a voice laced with jubilation, "I am happy beyond my most cherished dreams, fulfilled beyond my most fervent hopes, to be permitted to devote my every conscious thought to the love and devotion of you, darling, adorable cockslut! I have longed for the chance to see you again ever since you honoured me by pleasuring my harlot prick so superbly so long ago. Not a day has passed since that night, adored cockslut, that I haven't dreamed of being allowed to show my gratitude by submitting my being to you unreservedly, to prostrate my existence before your mighty, all powerful cock stalk!"

I was beside myself with lust crazed elation. I couldn't take my eyes off the lovely prick, quite the most beautiful I had ever seen in an eon of existence. Involuntarily, my head dipped down and my long tongue furled itself around the perfect head of the flawless prick and squeezed it with utter adulating joy. My senses were inundated with the luscious flavours the hot spongy meat exuded, and surges of sheer joy and happiness flooded my rapturous soul. Oh how I adored my Queen for having so immaculately anticipated my dreams and aspirations. How impeccable was her knowledge of my depraved desires.

With a real wrench I finally allowed the prick tip to escape the attentions of my adoring tongue, and cried out in a frenzy of sheer lust enhanced happiness, "Oh my adored and eternally worshipped Queen! How can I ever adequately express my gratitude to you for your gift of sublime debauchery! You have filled my heart and soul with unimaginable joy by granting me the opportunity to submit my depraved being to the most stunningly beautiful cock in the universe! Sweet slave whoreprick, you have the most adorable prick in the universe and I yearn to have it filling my adoring mouth for ever!"

The level of debauched depravity that permeated the room was palpable. Domatrixes and sluts alike were, by this time, consumed by accumulated lusts and burgeoning wanton craving. Her majesty's appetites were quickly becoming un-containable. Her hands were already unconsciously slipping into the top of her gown, and under her micro mini skirt to caress her hot flesh. But, as is the way of that accomplished sensualist, she was determined to ensure that both hers, and Princess' lusts were to be raised to much higher levels before any satisfaction of them was to be contemplated. With this in mind she made her next commands, "It's time, Princess, darling, for these obscene sluts to entertain us with their perverted degeneracy. As promised, my dear, your new harlot will be the centre of attention. Let's hope that the ribald whore has dreamt up a scenario worthy of our attention!" Princess then took over, addressing her whore directly, "Well, your heard Her Majesty piggash, you dissolute harlot, get on with it, and it had better be good, or you will suffer the consequences!"

Princess then sat down in a seat she had dragged over next to the Queen's throne, and the two aroused domatrixes settled down to enjoy our efforts in debauchery. Piggash was granted permission to speak in arranging the exhibition, but the rest of us were forbidden to communicate except, of course, to squeal out our lust and pleasure. Piggash started off by ordering me to lay out a large square of thick rubber matting in front of the seated dominants, to protect the plush and expensive carpeting from the sex juices that we would most surely shed. Once I had done this she began to set up the scene, in detail, with herself, of course, forming the central attraction of the orgy of sluttish and submissive perversion.

I was ordered to lay on my back in the centre of the square. Piggash then, with a leer of depravity, tied a prick presenter around the base of my erection so that it stood straight up from my fork, pointing to the high ceiling. She them commanded the delicious whoreprick to straddle my head and bring her gorgeous balls into range of my mouth, warning me not to touch them until she was ready. I stared up at the gorgeous nuts, so smooth and shapely, at the base of the whore's standing prick. I breathed in the delightful aroma they emitted with passion, and my mouth flooded with longing. The slut piggash then crouched her own plush nudity down between my widely spread legs so that her massive, soft tits hung down over my jutting prick stalk, the top four inches of which actually disappeared between the hanging udders.

From eye line access to a wall mirror behind me, I was able to see what the lewd whore did next, as she began to describe, for the benefit of the seated domatrixes, the obscene acts we slaves were about to perform. She reached both hands down into her splayed fork and dipped all of her fingers into her drooling gash, covering them with the spicy cream that already flowed profusely from the depths of her cunt pit. The lewd harlot them drew her hands up, and used the pungent cunt juice dripping from them to paint the length of my pounding prick until it glistened wetly. I thrilled to the sensations as she spread her hot cuntal juices all over my throbbing length, her hands going back and forth from her gaping twat to my rigid lust stalk until she was satisfied that it was totally soaked.

Once she had finished painting my prick with her sticky cunt juice the lewd whore began to cover her own flopping tits with the same spicy cream until the hanging udders also shone with the aromatic juices of her drooling cuntal trench. With these preparations completed she brought the final two slaves into play. First she beckoned little cuntslut to approach her, slipped her face between the cute harlot's shapely arse cheeks, lecherously tongue kissed the spicy ring of her arsehole, then she ordered the slut to spear her arse on the standing prick of my plaything, whoreprick. I glanced up from the mirror I had been following all this action in just in time to see the head of whoreprick's delightful cock force its way past the little slut's tight arse ring, then watched as inch after inch of the gorgeous pole disappeared into cuntslut's hot, welcoming arse pit.

Slave prettyprick was then directed to straddle my body so that his bottom was poised in front of piggash's face. She slipped her face between his lean, muscular bottom cheeks and gave his arse ring a long sloppy loving tongue kiss, removed her face and began to explain the extent of the depraved exhibition to both we participants and, of course, the eagerly waiting dominants:

"Worshipped Majesty and adored Princess!" The excited slut cried, "For your amusement I am going to tit whip the whore cockslut's lewd prick until it shoots its profane juices all over my obese udders. At the same time I shall fist fuck my own whore cunt split with both fists at the same time. The whore cockslut will passionately suck the sap filled nuts of the lewd harlot prettyprick, until her lust stalk bathes the degenerate arse pit of the trollop, cuntslut, in its slut juices. Cuntslut will lean forward and tongue whip the head of the whore, prettyprick's depraved prick, while I tongue his arse pit until his cock spews out its pungent lust cream. I pray, adored rulers that my scene is sufficiently debauched and perverted to provide you with some modicum of amusement and beg, beloved Princess that should my flying tits fail to bring cockslut off at the same time that all other slaves come, that you punish me severely by thrashing the dissolute milk bags with your most vicious tit whip!"

With her depraved speech completed the lust crazed slave thrust her face between the waiting arse cheeks of prettyprick, and drove her long tongue deeply into his hot tight arse pit. Her hands linked together and she savagely bent her back so that she was able to drive both, up to the mid point of her forearms, into her own drooling cuntal tube. Cuntslut threw her face forward and her soft tongue began to sensually whip the head of prettyprick's pulsing prick. For my part I just sighed with contentment as the hot eggs of my darling whoreprick's balls filled my loving mouth with their warm, tasty meat, and I suckled on them with all the erotic skill I possessed.

I moaned into whoreprick's fork when my pole of depraved lust was battered wantonly by the flopping tits of the voluptuous slave, piggash. I thrilled to the delicious sensations of the soft udders sensually battering my pleasure filled prick, and marvelled at the sheer depravity of the picture we must have been presenting to our adored owners. Five depraved whores losing themselves in exquisite obscenity and utterly perverted sexuality. My huge cock began to throb wildly and I sucked the balls of my playmate passionately in response, my hand reaching up to caress the pert mounds of her firm tits to add to her pleasure. From the corner of my eye I watched our reflection in the mirror marvelling at the depravity of the tableau. Cuntslut's shapely arse slabs revolved sensually as she fucked her hot arse pit on my whoreprick's lovely cock. Her lewd tongue erotically lashed the beautiful head of prettyprick's ravishing prick.

The architect of our depravity, piggash, wriggled her face between prettyprick's lean smooth arse mounds while her shoulders shook wildly causing her massive, soft, cunt juice soaked tits to flop madly over and around the throbbing stalk of my rearing cock. At the same time she fisted her own cunt split with a force that defied description, her forearms masturbating the incredible stalk of her fabulous woman cock while her soft round bottom cheeks revolved with her lewd delight.

The adorable prettyprick was the first to climax, and I watched while his gorgeous prick spurted thick streams of creamy white man juice over the lewdly wriggling tongue of his new playmate, the wildly slurping cuntslut. The balls in my mouth began to flex and churn almost before prettyprick's prick eruptions began to ebb, and I realised that my exquisite whoreprick was emptying her juices into cuntslut's hot tight little arse pit. I noted that piggash herself was climaxing, perhaps for the third time, and my own erotically battered cock started to jerk and pulsate madly as my own orgasm rushed towards its cataclysmic explosion. I squealed in ecstasy into the softening balls that still filled my adoring mouth when my prick erupted like an out of control geyser. Stream after stream of hot creamy cock juice gushed from the tip of my pleasure soaked cock, and bathed the soft tits that so sensually whipped it in the musky issue. I came and came and soon my juices dripped profusely from the massive tits that continued their erotic battery for the whole time I gushed.

We rutting slaves slowly came down from our mighty climaxes, aftershocks of pure pleasure racking our naked, sweating bodies. Piggash tore her face from its position between the clenching arse slabs of prettyprick, and wailed out her anguish, "Oh adored Princess, I am sorry beyond belief, and beg your forgiveness with all my heart. When my fat tits were granted the pleasure of whipping off a magnificent slave cock for your amusement the errant udders were unable to bring the prick to juice spitting ecstasy at the same time as the others, as I had promised! I beg and implore you, my worshipped Princess, to punish the errant tits with all the savagery they deserve! Please! Please! revered Princess! Punish my deviant tits cruelly!"

While the distraught piggash was making her pitiful pleas I edged my face backwards slightly, so that it was wedged between my darling whoreprick's moist arse cheeks, then drove my agile tongue deeply into her succulent arse pit. I remembered that she had trouble achieving erection soon after coming, and was determined that, by the time we disengaged our bodies from the orgiastic posture we had assumed that I would have it stiff for her once again. After all, I knew that it would shame her terribly if her lovely prick was limp when it was again on display to the domatrixes and I was clever enough to surmise that such a state of affairs would reflect poorly on me as well. After all, whoreprick was my personal plaything, and I was sure to be held responsible for her behaviour, or at least I knew that it should be.

Whoreprick, to my sheer delight, dreamed up a novel means of communicating with me, even as my busy tongue was teasing her spasming prostate gland relentlessly. She reached down and, in the guise of caressing my huge tits, used a fingernail to trace out her message on their sensitive skin, "Darling, darling, darling, cockslut! My prick is stiff again! I love you so, darling cockslut, and am happy beyond my wildest dreams to be owned by you! I will serve you with all my heart and soul forever, my darling cockslut!" Whoreprick's deliciously delivered message filled me with joy, of course, but also confronted me with a dilemma that I badly needed to resolve. I was then, and will always remain, a slave, and while others, and my Queen in particular, might grant me the honour of owning another slave, I could never fully accept the submission of another to me, rather, I saw the acquisition of sweet whoreprick as just another sexual being for me to serve, and surrender my heart to. To reinforce this realisation I traced a return message on the side of one of her lovely pert tits, "Sweet Mistress whoreprick, I have always been, and will always remain a slave to you, and in particular, a slave to your beautiful, beautiful, beautiful penis!"

Before whoreprick could respond to this revelation the Queen's voice interrupted proceedings, "Just lovely, sluts!" She cried, "Prepare to line up before us, and attend to our pleasure! Cockslut, clean up your toy! Cuntslut, you and your toy may clean up Princess' slut's tits. Quickly now, for Princess and I are extremely horny!" Cuntslut stood up, freeing whoreprick's cock from her arse pit. I glanced up at whoreprick with happiness as I lapped up and down the length of her well seasoned prick, thrilling to the flavours of arse pit and prick juice, before swallowing the lovely stalk completely. My heart pounded with the intensity of my joy. My adoring mouth was once again filled with the delicious, most fabulously beautiful prick I had ever laid eyes on. It was as it should be. My tongue washed the hard meat clean with diligence and devotion, and it was only with extreme reluctance that I finally allowed the glistening pole of sex to leave my mouth.

In the meantime the other two whores had lapped piggash's floppy tits clean of my own cock cream, and we all lined up, in display posture before the dominants, our hands clasped behind our bowed heads, and our hips undulating erotically in depraved offer of our again aroused sexuality to our despotic rulers. Princess, I saw, had retrieved a small, but vicious looking cat-and-nine tails whip, and was swishing it about in a menacing fashion. "Get over here, piggash, you dissolute whore!" She snapped, drawing a grin of sadistic satisfaction from Her Majesty.

The new slave waddled across to her domatrix. The expression on her features was a mixture of dread and fear, tinged with excitement. Once she was in place, kneeling submissively in front of her Princess the domatrix snapped out another command, "You know what's coming, slut! Prepare yourself, and then beg for your richly earned punishment!" The slave shuffled around so that she faced away from Princess, then arched her body so that her huge tits flopped down her torso towards her head which she conveniently moved out of range. This new position presented those enormous, delightfully soft mounds in the most defenceless and vulnerable fashion possible. The slave's voice then cried out in abject pleading tones.

"Adored Princess, I present my tits for punishment! The errant udders have failed to live up to your expectations the first time you graciously permitted me to use them to amuse you. I beg you, worshipped Princess, thrash the wilful tits without mercy! Punish them hard! Whip them viciously and relentlessly, so that I might learn to use them with perfect depravity should you again permit me to involve the fat mounds in your entertainment!"

I listened to the slave's pitiful pleas with growing lust, wishing that it were I, not her, about to receive a savage tit whipping. Princess stood above her slave with a sadistic leer creasing her lips. She raised the cat high, paused for effect, then brought it smashing down onto the slave's udders. Piggash squealed with hurt, but never the less, was able to sob out her gratitude, and implore her cruel tormentor to punish her tits harder. Princess whipped her slut's tits in a steady tattoo. The multi stranded whip flayed the reddened meat with unerring accuracy. The punished slave wailed and howled out her pain and suffering, and pleaded for more. Princess whipped the tits mercilessly until her arm began to ache, and she, not her cruelly suffering slave, had had enough. Piggash was profuse in her thanks to her domatrix, and in her vows to perform better in future after the whipping had ceased. Tears still flowed freely down her cheeks after she had resumed her kneeling posture, but her shining eyes, not to mention the moisture seeping from her cunt split, betrayed her masochistic joy at the punishment she had just received.

Princess resumed her seat, swung her legs over its arms and swept aside her leather skirt, baring her divine pussy. She reached out and hooked the head of her slave in a hand and drew the whore's face into her crotch. Piggash needed no urging to do what was expected of her, and her tongue eagerly split the lips of her domatrix's pussy and began to tease her girl prick with wanton skill. Her Majesty beckoned all of us over to her, hiking up her micro mini, and allowing her lovely breasts to escape from her top while we crawled over to her.

Her Majesty commanded cuntslut and prettyprick to suck her nipples, and soon two faces were pressed up against each of her large breasts, and two mouths and tongues were at work pleasuring her hot, stiff nipples. She sighed with pleasure, then ordered me to suck her pussy. While I shuffled into place between her legs, and brought my mouth to her sacred pussy she commented, "You're right, cockslut, whoreprick does possess as ravishing a prick as I have ever seen. I think I'll sample it, to see if it tastes as good as it looks! You'll let me, wont you. After all she belongs to you doesn't she!" Her Majesty teased. With my mouth already hard at work on the delicious pussy I so adored I found it difficult to answer, so I just gave her stiff girl prick an extra erotic squeeze with my tongue, hoping that that would suffice as a positive response.

"You really are a delightful little harlot, cockslut!" Her Majesty giggled. "I get your message my little slave, and thank you for it!" She then ordered whoreprick to stand before her. I was able to cast my glance up Her Majesty's reclining body, between her fabulous breasts, to her face. My heart ached with desire and longing when I saw her swallow whoreprick's gorgeous prick to the hilt in her avid mouth. While the rest of her slaves worked tirelessly, and joyfully for her pleasure the Queen sucked languidly on whoreprick's hot hard cock. Her thighs squeezed my head tightly when my tongue teased the first climax from her flowing pussy, and I swallowed her flow with sheer joy and happiness, then settled down to suck her pussy to another orgasm.

After about an hour I had managed to bring my Queen off four times, and she finally brought whoreprick off and feasted eagerly on the slut's delicious, flowing cock cream. After draining the prick completely the Queen called on whoreprick and I to change places, "Simply delicious, whoreprick!" She said, "But you've only wetted my appetite for cock juice, and now I must feed my hunger on cockslut's ball elixir as well. I'm sure that it wont taste as sweet as yours, whoreprick, but there will be much more of it to compensate!" I struggled to my feet and whoreprick sank to her knees and took my place between Her Majesty's thighs and brought her lips to those moist splayed ones nested in the ruler's crotch.

I stood before Her Majesty, my aching cock rearing up and out from my fork in front of her face. The Queen teased, just before her mouth engulfed half my rigid, throbbing stalk, "Are you going to make your Queen work for her feast, little whore, or are you going to let her feast straight away?" I didn't know how to respond. To me it didn't seem to matter which way I went, I was on a sure loser. This, of course, was what Her Majesty wanted, to have me worrying about what she actually wanted, and, of course, what might befall me if I guessed wrongly. My cock throbbed wildly when her hot mouth closed over it, and she began to suck on it with passionate lust. I whimpered in ecstasy. My Queen is still the most talented cock sucker who has ever sucked my prick, and it was going to hard for me to withstand her skills for too long anyhow, but I made up my mind to force her to work, at least a little hard, to get what she wanted, even if it could cost me a painful penalty.

I stood there, my thighs shuddering with pleasure while I was exquisitely sucked. My balls ached and ached, and churned wildly as my cream boiled in them. The other slaves continued to pleasure my Queen with single minded devotion, and piggash sucked her Mistress with untiring skill and enthusiasm, driving Princess to climax after climax. I sobbed in ecstasy and my juices streaked up the length of my pulsating stalk and gushed into Her Majesty's mouth in a torrent of unbridled pleasurable release. My prick gushed and gushed, and Her Majesty swallowed as if her life depended on it. The Queen efficiently drained my nuts of every drop of their juice, and continued to suck on my sated stalk until that small amount of limpness that normally follows an orgasm had disappeared, and the long thick pole of lust was fully stiff and hard again.

Her Majesty called, "Enough, sluts!" and we were ordered to line up again. Piggash was already waiting when the four of us crawled back into position. I glanced down and noted that whoreprick's cock was only semi erect. Her Majesty noticed this at the same time, and a frown of annoyance creased her beautiful features. She fixed me in a cold stare and snapped angrily, "Cockslut, you dissolute whore! Remedy that immediately!" I leant down and literally tore whoreprick's gorgeous bottom cheeks apart and drive my long hot tongue deeply into her arse pit and tongued her with wild abandon, until my wanton actions had the desired effect, and her beautiful prick was again stiff and proud. "You are responsible for your plaything, cockslut!" The Queen snapped when I had again knelt up, "If this happens again it will be you who suffers the consequences!" I flushed with shame and embarrassment, and even though I rutted my hips obscenely in an endeavour to be heard Her Majesty was not interested.

The two domatrixes re-arranged their clothing, covering their sated pussies and bulging breasts, while we continued to lewdly display our own slave bodies for their continued amusement. "How was your slut, Princess, darling?" Her Majesty inquired. "A pussy lapper of some promise, Your Majesty. At this stage, what she might lack in technique she certainly makes up for in enthusiasm. I intend to begin advanced training in pussy worship for her from tomorrow, and to continue it until she is a perfect pussy lapper in every respect." The Queen rejoined with a smile, "Good, I'll try her out when her training is complete. I have to attend a diplomatic reception this evening. Hours and hours of unmitigated boredom, I'm sure. What do you intend to do, darling?"

Princess began by explaining that piggash was a virgin, with respect to prick, in both her arse ring, and mouth. She said that, initially, she had planned to use me to alleviate these two abhorrent states of affairs, but had now decided differently, "I'm going to take the whore to the brothel where I'll introduce her to the delights of hot, hard prick by having her arse pit and mouth both gang fucked for a few hours in the `House of Orgies'" "Good idea," Her Majesty agreed, then turned her attention to we remaining slaves, "You four are to be banished to your quarters for the rest of the day. You'll be happy to know that Princess has discussed the matter of sleeping arrangements with me, and I have decided that you may all sleep together. That is not to say that anything goes, mind you. Today cuntslut and cockslut can educate the new whores in the rules that will govern their existence. I have only one new rule to impose. Cuntslut and cockslut may play with their toys to their hearts content when they are alone, but the toys are not permitted to provide full sexual service to their owners unless either you or I are present to witness such and event, Princess. You, of course, are free to impose whatever rules you like on your chattel." The Queen concluded, standing up and preparing to return to her own private rooms to dress for he reception.

We were summarily dismissed, and crawled from the room to return to our own quarters. Princess summoned a car, and took her new slut down to the garage to await its arrival. Once in our quarters we excitedly introduced our new playmates to the delights that submission to Her Majesty brought. All rules and regulations were explained in detail while we ate. After the meal we showed them the closets full of erotic costumes, and pointed out all the other features of the apartment. I could contain myself no longer at the end of this mini tour, and was soon on my knees before whoreprick, my lips kissing up and down the length of her truly adorable prick with religious fervour, muttering praise for it in the most endearing and reverent tones.

Cuntslut was not so subtle in her approach to prettyprick. She pushed him down on our bed and wolfed down the entire length of his delightful cock in one gulp and was soon sucking on it like a starving waif. She would soon learn to string out her wanton pleasures I was sure, especially with such an expert tutor in matters of depraved lasciviousness, as I. Whoreprick reached down and drew me to my feet, and we moved over to the bed in a warm, sexy embrace. She whispered that, even if she was not allowed to drain my balls when we were alone, she wanted above anything else, to taste the virile manliness of my huge prick. We slipped into a comfortable sixty nine, and I surrendered to my craving to taste the most beautiful cock in the universe fully, and swallowed its glorious, hot, stiff length deeply into my worshipping throat. While I sucked my darling whoreprick's sublime prick with all the sensual devotion and erotic mastery at my disposal, its delicious flavours flooded my senses and filled my heart with rapturous happiness. Oh how I loved my Queen for her intimate knowledge of my wanton needs, and her immaculate skill in satisfying them so completely.

Whoreprick suckled my own pounding prick with equally consummate eroticism, careful to keep me on the edge of ecstasy, while never quite bringing me off. My own sucking mouth became increasing more passionate as I fought to control my need to impart the most divine, and prologued pleasure I could to my darling whoreprick, with my craving to feast on the sacred, delicious issue of her marvellous balls. The latter soon got the better of me and my brain exploded in sheer joy while her luscious prick juices flowed abundantly into my adoring mouth. I somehow managed to stop myself from immediately swallowing, allowing myself to roll the warm, sweet cream around in my prick filled mouth so as to fully savour the pristine ambience of the luscious essence. Once again, however, I was unable to control my wanton urges, and soon the succulent cream was sliding down my gulping gullet, and my busy tongue was ensuring that not a drop escaped my voracious appetite.

Whoreprick's cock soon softened in my mouth, and I willed my own to do the same, despite the incessant teasing of my darling's knowing mouth. Cuntslut and prettyprick had long since surrendered to sleep and I too drifted off, with my head resting on one of whoreprick's shapely thighs, her limp prick still resting warmly in my mouth and, my nose pressed into the softened orbs of her moist, musky balls. Whoreprick dozed off with my softened cock still embraced in her warm mouth. We slept the sleep on slaves entirely content with our lot.

We were woken late that night by the return of piggash. Having slept for a few hours we, of course, were refreshed, and despite her obvious exhaustion we insisted that piggash describe her experience at the brothel to us in lurid detail. Cuntslut, of course, had an idea of what the whore's ordeal had entailed, having been recently subjected to a number of similar bouts herself. Piggash told of sucking countless cocks, drinking gallons of ball cream, of having her tight arse ring speared and stretched by only the largest of cocks in the establishment. She described how it hurt terribly at first, but then transported her to slut heaven where her mind yearned for each succeeding ravishment, only praying that the new cock was bigger, hotter, and harder than its predecessor. She lost herself in her wanton depravity and explained that her hopes and desires were being fulfilled beyond her wildest dreams now that she was, at last, a slave.

Little cuntslut asked the more mature slave why she had remained so virginal when she arrived at her ultimate submission. In spite of her physical exhaustion she related her life story to us. Prettyprick rested his face against her smooth, plump mound while she spoke, and teased her stiff woman cock with the tip of his eager tongue while she told the story. It happened that she was married young, into a fundamentalist christian family. Sex was undertaken for the purpose of reproduction alone. She had not, in fact, ever seen her husband's naked body, nor had he ever seen hers nude in the ten years that they had been married. She had only ever been fucked twice, each occasion resulting in the production of a child.

Then, about a year ago, her life changed dramatically. Returning home from a choir practice that had been cancelled (It was only to such events that she was ever allowed to venture out from her home alone) she was abducted by a gang of lesbian bull dykes. They took her to an abandoned building that served as their gang's club house and proceeded to strip her nude, then gang rape her. She was forced to suck their drooling cunts and rancid arse rings while they fucked her relentlessly with dildos of enormous proportions. At first, she explained, she rebelled against her rape with all the strength she possessed. Then something strange and wonderful occurred. Her ravaged cunt began to throb with a strange pleasure. The drooling juices of the cunt jammed against her mouth began to taste delicious, rather than fill her with disgust. Then, for the very first time in her life, her cunt split exploded in orgasm. She explained how she thought she was dying. Her ecstasy was so intense, and unexpected, that she was sure that it was the beginning of the end of her life.

The gang of dykes, of course, knew exactly what was happening, and renewed their sexual assault of her virginal charms. A mouth sucked her strongly erect woman cock. Another, even more brutal dildo was shoved up her ravished cunt pit. Mouths chewed at her tender teats while hands smacked roughly at the masses of her soft tits. A pair of thighs straddled her head but the drooling cunt was not pressed to her mouth, rather it was poised a few inches away from that target. The gang had recognised, as soon as piggash had climaxed under their vicious abuse, that they had a true masochist on their hands, and were determined to force her surrender to her servile nature completely.

They had soon brought piggash to shattering climax again, but still they didn't stop. They wrenched orgasm after orgasm from her suffering nudity, driving her insane with lust. Piggash grinned with lewd excitement while she described her ultimate surrender by reaching up to the hips of the dyke straddling her head and drawing the woman's hairy cunt down to her mouth and sucking on it with all the passion of a born cunt lapper. She went on to describe how the gang continued to force her utter submission. How they made her tongue kiss their rancid arse rings to signify that surrender. How they compelled her to kneel before them and lecherously masturbate her cunt pit with a huge dildo until orgasms racked her being over and over. The gang played with her for hours on end until, being sated, they threw her out into the street naked, throwing her clothes out after her.

She found a tank of water on the site of the derelict building an managed to clean herself before dressing and returning to her home. The thoughts that conflicted in her brain during that trip caused her to re-think her life. She had been torn between her straight laced upbringing and lifestyle, and the sheer enormity of the sensations that had consumed her while held captive, and brutally raped by the gang. She explained that over the ensuing months she began to realise the depths of her unhappiness with her lot. She began to resent the man who controlled her so coldly, and even the children who had been brought to treat her as if she were a mere servant. She slipped deeper and deeper into despair and depression.

After a few more months of this she came to a decision in her own mind. Not having any experience in being alone in the world this, she explained, was quite a step into the unknown for her to contemplate. The sensations of submission, not to mention sexual depravity, that had consumed her on that fateful night could never be forgotten, and she found that the aching, craving to immerse herself in such debauched depravity again, slowly became all consuming. She began to plan fictitious religious events in an endeavour to get out of the house alone. When her husband agreed to some of these she spent the time searching for her tormentors. But to no avail. The building she had been taken to had been demolished, and she had no way of knowing where the gang had gone to since.

One night she gathered up all her courage and, with money she had been pilfering from the allocation her husband gave her for housekeeping, went to the red light district and purchased a set of whore's cloths, much to the amusement, she explained, of the woman selling, seeing her as an unlikely customer given her prim and puritanical appearance. As almost an afterthought she entered a sex shop, and bought a lesbian contact magazine. When she got home she was careful to secrete her purchases before attending to her domestic duties as if nothing had changed.

On the next occasion she was permitted to venture out alone she had already planned her life's adventure. In the magazine, which she had studied when alone in the house, she had found a lesbian brothel advertised, that catered to the S&M culture exclusively. The advertisement called for women prepared to work in the establishment, both as domatrixes, and submissives. The establishment offered accommodation, as part of the deal, especially for those who were submissive. It was a great, and awful decision for piggash to contemplate at that time, and she had anguished over it for weeks on end, before surrendering to the inevitable. She was surprised to find that, once her mind was made up, it seemed that an enormous weight had been lifted from her and she instinctively knew that her fate was sealed. She would accept whatever occurred, for better or worse. She would not miss her stupid, fanatical husband, or her odious children, and this she admitted, surprised her greatly, especially in the case of the children.

The big day arrived. She concealed her whore's clothes in a large hand bag, and left her stultifying home for the last time. Her spirit soared with a sense of freedom she had never thought possible for her to experience. She headed straight for the red light district. Once she arrived she entered a seedy hotel and found its toilet area. There she stripped off, and dressed in her harlot finery, a micro mini that barely covered her crotch, a tight satin halter vest that struggled to contain her large, soft tits, black lace stockings and suspenders, stiletto healed pumps, and to crown it all, a pair of crotchless panties. She made up her face with garish cosmetics shivering with excitement at the wanton sight that reflected back at her from the grimy mirror in the bathroom.

Piggash then went directly to the brothel, clutching the establishment's advertisement, which she had torn from the magazine. Her wantonly sexual appearance attracted plenty of attention from the crowds on the street, but she studiously ignored the advances being made while she rushed towards her chosen target. She described how her heart began to pound when the quite obscure entrance to the brothel came into view. She steeled herself, and boldly went into the building and found her way to the reception area where a woman of middle age, and quite sober appearance sat behind what almost appeared to be a hotel-like counter. Piggash explained how she almost turned around, and walked out, thinking that somehow she had gone into the wrong place. Nothing about it looked like a brothel, let alone one catering to the bizarre.

The woman behind the counter, seeing piggash's obviously hesitant confusion, came to her rescue by asking what she could do for her. Piggash said she tentatively showed the woman the advertisement, pointing to that area that promised employment. At this development, the woman, who turned out to be the manageress of the brothel, became business like, called for another younger, and more erotically clad girl to take over at the counter, then took piggash into a private room. In that room piggash was able to offer her services as a submissive harlot. She explained to the brothel owner that she was new to the city, and had no where to stay, thus her interest in working for a place that included accommodation in its employment package. Having established that she was submissive soon had any and all obstacles removed to her being taken on immediately, submissives being in great demand. All that remained to be negotiated were limits, and while piggash agreed readily to the top end of activities, such activates as those offered at the brothel would have been described as tame in the extreme, compared to what we in the kingdom were accustomed to.

Piggash described how she quickly settled into life in the brothel, serving, and servicing a succession of female clients. Her disappearance caused quite a stir in the city, and as a consequence she rarely if ever went out of the brothel, and when she did, it was only at night. In fact, her husband's religious fanaticism actually inhibited any official search, as he had forbidden that photographs of her be taken, intimating that such images would only serve to make her vain. What actually slowly began to disillusion piggash about her new lifestyle was that, although she immensely enjoyed her sexual submission, and reacted to her new found sexual wantonness with pleasure and elation, somehow it was not enough. She craved more, more forced debauchery, more compelled submission, less freedom, less control of her own destiny, and definitely, definitely more discipline. The brothel really didn't encourage true sadists as clients, and punishments dished out to submissives were generally more symbolic than realistic.

Piggash explained that she approached the brothel owner with her dilemma, and it was this woman who told her about a sex shop which was actually a front for a sexual slavery operation. The woman tried to dissuade piggash from pursuing this course, explaining to her that these people were serious, and once they had you in their clutches you were theirs forever. This revelation, of course, was music to piggash's ears. These were precisely the circumstances that she had hoped she was getting into when she first joined the brothel staff. She stayed at the brothel for a few more weeks, for `forms' sake, then announced her intention to leave for a new city. The management was sorry to lose her as she had become quite popular with their clientele.

Piggash sought out this front organisation, and even before she committed to it, she knew that it would provide what she needed. She was treated as a slave from the first moment she made wishes know. She was forced to strip nude and submit to having a series of the most obscene and graphic photographs imaginable taken of her for the front's portfolio, then she was made to fill out a questionnaire of intimate information designed as much, she suggested, to subject her to excruciating humiliation, as it was to glean information. General information like sexual orientation (she chose bisexual) and type of owner most favoured (she favoured a Mistress) was easy. It was when you got to the detail that shame was inflicted. For example you had to agree, or not, to permanent hair removal, agree, or not, to circumcision, both for males and females (piggash agreed, consequently her bare exposed woman cock).

The document also covered the candidate's agreement to body piercing, ears, nose, tongue, teats, cunt lips (both inner and outer), woman prick, and arse ring. Piggash agreed to all. Finally, candidates were made to signify both limits, and body areas available for the infliction of punishment, arse slabs, arse ring, tits and teats, back and belly, and cunt split. Piggash surrendered all, and with no limit. She explained that, despite never having been subjected to any form of strong discipline, she somehow knew instinctively that she would crave punishment in all forms, and to a degree that would reduce her to excruciating suffering almost beyond her capacity to envision. The last feature of the document was an undertaking to forfeit all forms of freedom and human rights to the candidate's owner once sold, without any hope of reversal. Piggash, of course, signed away her liberty with alacrity.

Piggash related how her heart pounded, and her brain was filled with dread when she contemplated endorsing this `contract'. But she knew with awful clarity of thought that she would do so. In fact she craved the submission that the agreement forced. She signed the agreement and knelt, nude, and deferentially presented it to the woman, and thus forfeited her freedom. Next came the scary part. She was allowed a month to offer her being up to prospective buyers where she would have a choice as to which she would be sold to. If, in that time, no buyer she had expressed a desire to surrender to chose to take up her offer, then she would be sold by the organisation to a buyer of their choice, and would not be permitted to refuse, whoever was chosen for the sale.

Piggash described how she was installed in a hotel while her `resume' was distributed on the underground network. She was frequently visited by complete strangers, invariably lesbian domatrixes, who instructed her in the arts of slavery, and subjected her to a level of mental and physical abuse that made what she had experienced in the brothel seem like child's play. She described, with a dreamy look of sheer contentment shining in her eyes, the first time the soft undersides of her tits were mercilessly caned, the first time her cunt split was beaten, how she devotedly tongue kissed the anal pouts of each tormentor, while pain coursed through her abused body and her heart pounded with masochistic delight. She explained how she yearned to be sold into slavery, so that such events became her constant fare in life, rather than isolated incidents, seen as introductory orientation to the world of submission.

Then came the expression of interest from a princess of Natchez. Piggash revealed that she had known of the kingdom, although she had only learnt of its existence after she had signed away her freedom. But she was overjoyed that someone from there, and especially someone from the ruling class had taken an interest in her. She gladly undertook the physical preparations required, complete body hair removal, female circumcision, and full body piercing. This was how she came to be among us she said, concluding her wonderful tale. Little cuntslut raised her face from the teat she had been sucking and asked cutely, "You mean, darling piggash, that your tits have always been this big and this soft?" Being answered in the affirmative cuntslut concluded, sagely, "Then your husband, religious fanatic or not, must have been utterly insane!"

This caused a titter of laughter among the rest of us. It was, by this time, getting quite late, and we were all soon happily dozing away dreaming the dreams of the contented.

The new arrivals soon settled into the regime at the estate. Life was truly idyllic for all of us. I could worship whoreprick's gorgeous penis to my heart's content, and was only too delighted to accept the challenge of always presenting it appropriately when we were in Her Majesty's presence. Piggash, being so much older than the rest of us, soon slipped into the role of mother slave, especially to the youngest slaves, cuntslut and prettyprick. It always filled me with amusement to see each of them suckling on one of her teats while she soothed their striped bottom cheeks after they had been punished by Princess for some real, or imagined misdemeanour.

Princess had forbidden any of us from sexually relieving piggash unless she, or her Majesty, expressly commanded it, thus piggash's access to sexual release was as severely restricted as cuntslut's and mine. We all accepted these rules as good slaves did, never complaining. Besides, when our needs were catered for it was so much more degrading, and thus satisfying, for us. The gorgeous whoreprick especially looked forward to such events for they were the only occasions when she might be given the opportunity to drink from my prick, and activity the bizarre creature was becoming more and more addicted to with every passing day.

One day Her Majesty swept into our quarters with her face alight with excitement. Almost before we had time to line up before her she was explaining the reason for her excitement, "I have them! I have them! Now I will exact my revenge on them! I will reduce them to a state that will make them aware of their fall for the rest of their miserable lives! I will never release them!" She then approached me and cupped my chin in her hand, lifting my head up and staring into my wide eyes with triumph and elation. "Little cockslut knows who I mean!" She continued, "He well remembers our past life, before we entered this kingdom. Revenge will be almost as sweet for him as it will be for me!" She then stepped back, her excitement and triumph still dominating her thoughts. "You and I, little cockslut, will be the agents of their submission. All the rest of you will see it happen, but not participate. I will conduct their `trial' here! I will announce their sentences immediately! Tomorrow, cockslut, it will all take place tomorrow!"

With that the Queen swept out of our quarters as dramatically as she had entered them. As soon as she was gone all the others, including Princess, fell upon me and exhorted me to explain what was going on. I settled down to give them a brief history of our Queen and my lives from before our entry into this place. When I had finished Princess summed it up best when she commented, "I wouldn't like to be in those two's shoes tomorrow. Her Majesty's revenge will be something to behold I'm sure!" She then leant down with one hand and, with her extended finger, wiped up the globule of pre-cum that had seeped from the tip of my stiff cock while I had been relating my history, and fed her finger into whoreprick's happy mouth to be cleaned.

"Tomorrow is to be cockslut's special day, sluts!" She announced. "I expect all of you to ensure that he looks his absolute sluttish best for the event. Be sure that you don't disappoint Her Majesty, She intends that cockslut play a significant part in the proceedings, and she expects him to be perfect in every respect. I'll be along to pick you all up at eleven tomorrow morning, and expect you to all be ready. No sex what so ever tonight for any of you. Her Majesty has decreed an orgy following the `trial', and she wants, in her own words, all the slaves to be as horny as hell!"

Since sexual activity had been forbidden we slaves spent the rest of the evening, before retiring to our sleeping chamber, attempting to second guess our Queen in terms of the sentences she would impose on the captive dominants. The other slaves also gathered together teasing me by not including me in the circle, and planned my costuming for the trial. Eventually we all went to bed and, despite the excited anticipation that was rife, surprisingly managed to get some sleep.

As usual it was little cuntslut who woke earliest, and soon had all of us awake as well. We took a communal shower, then ate breakfast. Then it was time to begin the preparations, and the other slaves took me in hand. Firstly they laced a half corset of pink patent leather around my waist. The supple leather hugged my body from lower torso to lower belly, and was laced up so tightly that it took me a little while to adjust my breathing. A frilly, matching frame halter was placed around my huge tits, and pulled tight. The sole purpose of the halter was to present the tits it framed in highly erotic manner, sort of like the ornate frame used to accentuate the beauty of an `Old Master' in and art gallery.

Hose of sheer pink silk adorned my long shapely legs, the stockings being held up by a series of pink leather straps that hung from the base of my corset. High heeled pumps, also of pink patent leather, were strapped to my feet. The heels were ridiculously high, as normal, but I was, by this time in my life, adept at walking in such bizarre footwear. Cuntslut and prettyprick giggled like excited children as they worked on the decoration of my cock and balls. A ball presenter, similar in both construction and material to the tit presenter, was strapped around my balls, both separating, and then presenting the fat orbs in sexy, accentuated style. Prettyprick then tickled the back of the head of my cock until the stalk of male sexuality had swelled and grown as stiff and hard as it could get, and stood straight up from my wantonly presented balls. A small strap of pink leather that was cleverly disguised by the ball presenter was then wrapped around the thick, hard base of my prick, and tied off just tightly enough to prevent my erection from wilting.

The slaves stood back and inspected me once they were finished with the costume. Then they even allowed me to prance and preen before a mirror. I blushed prettily at the sheer eroticism of my adornment. My fat tits looked so sexy framed in pretty pink frills. My cock and balls looked deliciously wanton, and the corset served to draw attention to both my male sexuality, and otherwise female appearance at the same time. The slaves soon had me in hand again, and were busily applying my make-up. The predominant colour here too, was pink, pink lip gloss, pink face powder, pink eye shadow, although accentuated with black eye liner was carefully applied to my sensual features. Pink body powder was applied to my tits, arse cheeks, lower belly, and balls and cock stalk, not too garishly, but just enough to seem to make my smooth skin glow. My hair was piled up on top of my head and pinned in place. My make-up job was designed to depict a clash between raw sexuality and demure sensuality, and it certainly succeeded.

The final preparation to be completed was the adornment of my erotically clad body with jewellery. Three brooches of deliciously obscene design were put on me first, two on my teats, and the third on my standing prick. The brooches depicted wide spread cunts, and their pins were shaped like small erect pricks. These little metal pricks were pushed through the piercings in my teats, and in the skin behind the fat, swollen, head of my rearing cock and the lewd brooches hung from each with exquisite obscenity. Earings of cut crystal cocks were placed in my lobes, and a bejewelled chocker replaced my normal slave collar, around my slender throat, a pendant hanging from its centre identifying me in golden script, `cockslut'. Bangles of silver and gold intertwined pricks and cunts graced both my wrists, and a golden slave ring hung from my nose. When all the pieces were in place they served to enhance my sheer eroticism immensely.

When I inspected myself in the mirror I flushed with sensuous excitement. I was a picture of complete and utter submissive erotic splendour. Her Majesty would be so pleased, I was sure. My companions were also obviously pleased with themselves, and they fluttered around me, touching up here, adjusting there, and generally fussing to ensure absolute perfection. They then went and quickly dressed themselves in their own erotic finery. Princess swept into the rooms at precisely a quarter to eleven. She let out a cry of sheer delight when she saw me kneeling submissively in front of the other slaves. "You have done excellently, my pretties." She exclaimed. "Her Majesty will be so pleased that her sex animal, cockslut, looks so sexy and submissive."

She quickly completed her tour of slave inspection, then instructed the other slaves to make their way to the hidden viewing gallery of the main party room, where the mock `trial' was to take place. As soon as they were gone she drew me to my feet telling me that I could walk as far as the door to the entertainment room, so that I would not risk undue marring of my perfect preparations. She connected an ornately decorated leash to the centre of my bejewelled chocker, and led me out of the apartment, and off to the party room.

When we arrived Princess tapped me on the shoulder, and I fell to my knees in response. Princess then swung the heavy door open and we entered the bizarrely set up room. Her Majesty, dressed in royal, yet highly erotic finery sat regally on an ornately carved throne, placed on a slightly raised dais, towards the rear of the room. Her costume allowed her fabulous breasts to hang naked and free, and the huge orbs were decorated with innumerable fine chains of sparkling silver and gold. Her skirt was waist to length purple leather, split from hip to toe down either side, and her feet were shod in high heeled knee length boots. She wore gloves that reached to her armpits and her face was made up in highly dominant fashion.

As we approached the raised throne I noticed that the dais it stood upon was actually stepped, and a large rubber slave mat had been laid out about six feet in front of it. When we reached this mat Princess tugged on my leash, drawing me to a halt. I instinctively knew what was required of me, and reared up with my hands flying to the back of my head, and began to shimmy and undulate my erotic body for my Queen's enjoyment, and, of course, critical inspection.

"Oh, Princess!" Her Majesty cried in utter joy, her face radiating the pleasure she felt. "You have outdone yourself, darling! My sweet cockslut looks absolutely adorably erotic and submissive. The delightful little sex animal just reeks of pure wanton lasciviousness!" Princess took the Queen's praise in her stride. It was not that she was selfish in not acknowledging the efforts of the slaves involved in my preparations, rather that, as the dominant responsible for slave training and supervision, she considered that it was largely her efforts that had made us all so proficient in slave activities. Thus she acknowledged us, even if not actually sharing the accolade.

Princess handed her Majesty her end of my ornate leash while I continued to lasciviously flaunt my wanton sexuality for my Queen's amusement. My huge prick swayed erotically, my massive tits shimmied sensually, and my heart pounded with happiness that my appearance so pleased my worshipped owner. Her Majesty tugged on the leash, drawing me towards her. I dropped my hands back down to the floor and crawled up onto the first step of the dais. My Queen leant down and cupped my chin in one hand, then leant down and passionately tongue kissed me, driving me wild with excitement. She broke the hot, liquid kiss and smiled lovingly at me, "You may sit at my feet, gorgeous slut!" She breathed sexily, and then began to inform me of her plans for the coming proceedings:

"I am going to handle the trial of the female bitch first!" She cried, "Oh, darling cockslut, what I've got planned for that whore will please you especially, I'm sure. That fat hag is going to pay for her inhuman treatment of you, my favourite little slut! Oh how she is going to pay! And pay! And pay!" I was not sure how to take all this. While I certainly had no residual feelings for my former Mistress, she was the first to introduce me to the joys of submission, and for that, I suppose, I would always, in some small way, be in her debt. Her Majesty, however, harboured no such feelings, in keeping with her dominant character. The woman had wronged me basely, and thus the Queen herself, and for that the bitch would pay a terrible, and life long price. My Queen would be utterly unforgiving, and ruthlessly sadistic in meting out the merciless penalty.

If I thought that her treatment of my former Mistress was going to be harsh and unforgiving, I wondered what was in store for her own previous Master. I shivered in awe at what his fate might be. The Queen's revenge would be dreadful, I was certain. The man was in for a life of sheer misery if he did not surrender to the fate Her Majesty condemned him to, and even if he did surrender to his destiny, his life would be a constant reminder to him of his crimes of the past. I glanced up at Her Majesty, and my own heart leapt with alarm at the sheer intensity of the sadistic hatred shining in her eyes. She was gearing herself up for the enjoyment of her imminent vengeance on those who had wronged her, and hers.

Her Majesty clapped her hands loudly once. A cone of light brightly illuminated both the slave mat before the throne, and the throne dais itself. The rest of the room was plunged into total darkness. It was as if Her Majesty and I were the only two beings in the universe. The sensation was utterly eerie, and caused my veins to pulse with an acute adrenalin rush. "Shift your leg up, darling!" Her Majesty whispered, "Hide you lovely cock from view from the mat!" I did as I was bid, resting my chin on the top of my knee. The Queen, satisfied that all was in readiness, clapped her hands once again.

The door to the room opened, and a shaft of soft light revealed a figure on its knees being urged forward by another one standing behind it. It was obvious that there was some reluctance to move from the prone figure, and that it was being urged on by the other one by a means that was, as yet, not apparent to us. The duo advanced towards the brilliantly illuminated mat a snail's pace. I was not at first aware of why this was so, but it soon became evident to me. The figure slowly, but surely inched its way into the light, and onto the mat. My heart leapt with sheer excitement at what greeted my eyes. I would have been just as excited, if no where near as inflamed, had the figure turned out to be someone other that Lotta, my first Mistress.

The woman was completely naked, and her mature, voluptuous body was placed in the most severe bondage one could envisage, which still allowed for some slight movement. A spreader bar, fixed at her knees, served to keep Lotta's legs spread so widely that the tendons in her inner thighs stood out markedly despite the meaty nature of the thighs themselves. Her ankles were also captured in cuffs attached to another bar just slightly longer than the one at her knees. A full arm binder of unyielding leather captured the woman's arms from fingertips to armpits, and its fingertip end was fixed to the centre of the rearmost spreader, bending the woman's torso back so that her huge naked tits were thrust wantonly, if not willingly, forward.

Lotta's mouth was stuffed with what appeared to be a cock gag that stretched her lips wide, such was its girth. Her throat could be seen to be wildly gulping, no doubt to keep breath feeding her lungs. A strip of leather effectively blinded the captive woman, and in any event, prevented her, for the moment from seeing her surroundings, or, of course, identifying her captors. The attendant, one of the perennially black rubber cloaked persons that looked after the estate, stood behind Lotta, and I saw that he, or she, prodded the captive with an electrical prodder, in order to move her into the desired position. When he was satisfied he stepped back out of the light, and someone behind him closed the door.

My Queen and I gazed down at the voluptuous captive. My mind was in a turmoil. Some remainder of the hold she had once exercised over me seemed to fleetingly take me back to that time, and fill me with dread. But these sensations were only fleeting, and were soon swamped by ones of acute excitement, and eager anticipation. I looked down at the captive woman with growing wanton lust; the thrust of her still shapely, and enormous tits; the huge meaty teats that capped those tits, teats that I had worshipped so often with my adoring mouth; the forest of blonde hair that could not quite hide the thick lipped cunt that had used to be my reason for being; the limp and hidden woman cock I had worshipped so fervently.

Her Majesty rose to her feet. She took a long, leather coated rod with a penis grip in one hand, and my bejewelled leash in the other, then stepped down to the waiting woman. I crawled down after her and we both inspected the stringently bound nudity of the former domatrix, Lotta. "It's time we acquainted this bitch with just what she's got herself into, don't you think, little cockslut?" Her majesty asked with a sneering grin. She then reached down, and stripped away Lotta's blindfold. The captive woman blinked her eyes rapidly in the bright light, until she was finally able to discern her surroundings fully.

Her eyes bugged in terror when she saw her predicament, even though she must have guessed that it would be something like it actually was. However, I could see that she had recognised Her Majesty, and the shock of that recognition caused her eyes to widen in increased horror. The distraught woman had not yet recognised me, I was sure, as much because most of my body was hidden behind the Queen at that time, as my new feminine face which had changed just enough to make it difficult for her to remember, especially as looking at my face had never been one of her favourite occupations anyhow. It was clear, however, that she had recognised that she was in diabolical trouble, and her eyes pleaded with the Queen. If Lotta expected to find any mercy there, then she was in for a rude shock. Her Majesty reached out with her rod and traced it around the captive's stretched lips.

"I see that you recognise me, bitch!" Her Majesty commented dryly. "Not that that is going to do you any good. You've no idea how often I have dreamed of having you, and that arsehole Frederick, in my power, and now I've got you both! You are mine, and I intend that you both suffer long and hard for what you did to piglet and I. In fact, you could say that I intend to subject both of you to life sentences for you previous deeds!" The captive woman's face reddened, her chest heaved wildly, and the look of sheer terror in her eyes became even more marked. Her Majesty then tugged on my leash, urging me around until I knelt in front of her, rather than behind. She was careful, however, to use her own flowing skirt to shield my body from just below, my prettily framed tits down, from Lotta's view.

"Do you like my personal slut, cockslut?" Her Majesty asked the frantic captive teasingly. Her Majesty reached down and cupped my massive tits momentarily, before sweeping her skirt aside with a flourish, exposing my achingly stiff cock, and erotically framed balls to the woman. Lotta's eyes almost popped out of her head in shock. She had no trouble in recognising the prick that arched out towards her from my fork. She had abused it basely often enough. The disbelief on her face, and in her eyes, was palpable. Her Majesty once again cupped my tits, and caressed them sensuously.

"I see you recognise cockslut's cock, bitch!" My Queen sneered. "He's my personal slut now, and these," She said, bouncing my tits sensuously, "Are real, not the fakes you had to use, and the rest of his body I'm sure you'll agree, looks far prettier now that it is fully feminised. Something you were never able to achieve, not that you ever had the smarts to attempt it. If there's something that I could never forgive, bitch, it's the fact that you never really understood my little cockslut's needs and desires when he was your slave, and so denied him the joys of real submission and masochistic lust for so long. You'll pay for that, you can depend upon it!"

Her Majesty then called out to Princess, "Read the charge sheet, if you please!"

Princess stepped into the light next to the throne, her leather bound, ceremonial book open in her hand:

"The whore bitch, formally know as Mistress Lotta, is charged with slave abuse of the most heinous nature in the matter of her treatment of the slave, piglet, known to us as cockslut. In detail the bitch is charged with:

. Failing to recognise masochism, and thus to cater for it in the slave.

. Treating the slave with indifference, unforgivable for a dutiful owner.

. Abusing the slave's right to servile submission by ignoring him for long periods.

. Creating expectation in the slave, then failing to fulfil it.

. Vindictive treatment of her slave for perceived disloyalty which was her own fault.

. Unlawful banishment, and denial of submissive fulfilment.

In short, Your Majesty, this bitch is charged with being vindictive and brutal in a way that is not acceptable for a domatrix in any sense of that style of life. She is accused of unacceptable abuse of the privilege of slave ownership."

Her majesty's eyes smouldered with anger and rage. The captive woman shuddered in terror, knowing instinctively that there was no hope of escape for her. I could never tell whether my Queen's fits of rage were real, or simulated for the benefit of whomever they were aimed at. But on this occasion I was sure. Her Majesty intended to extract complete revenge, and to inflict the most horrendous of punishment on the unfortunate Lotta. Mind you, the woman deserved all she got as far as I was concerned. I waited with bated breath for my Queen to react to the reading of the charge sheet. She fixed the petrified woman in a mind bending gaze, then began to pronounce her sentence.

"You are guilty of it all, bitch!" She ranted. "More that just guilty, absolutely without a skerrick of redeeming circumstance. Your performance as a dominant has been abhorrent beyond redemption. Your vindictiveness, which has caused untold misery to your slaves, is unpardonable. I now sentence you to slavery for the rest of your natural life!" Lotta's eyes bulged, and rivers of tears trickled from them down her cheeks. She was frantic with terror. How could this be happening to her. Despite her terror her eyes soon began to show rebellion and resolve. Her Majesty, seeing this, snickered sadistically, laughing aloud in the captive's face. "If your harbouring any thoughts of escape, or rescue, you can forget them. We have already staged your death as far as your friends, and more importantly, the law is concerned. You, along with the odious Frederick, have already been given a memorial service, and are accepted as drowned, and taken by sharks following a boating accident."

This viciously delivered piece of news knocked some of the rebellion, and all of the hope from Lotta's eyes, and her big tits bounced with the racking of her silent sobs of anguish. "You may think that you will be able to retreat into the solitude of your subconscious while merely acting out you life as a slave, bitch, but let me assure you, this will not be the case. You will become a willing, utterly depraved, and supremely servile slave!" Lotta's head shook wildly in the negative, but was stilled by Her Majesty's rod, "Oh, yes, whore, make no mistake about it. You will be broken completely!"

Her Majesty moved around to the rear of my kneeling nudity before continuing, "You will not be my slave, bitch! You will not even be little cockslut's slave! You are totally unworthy of being owned by either of us. No, putrid hag, you will be owned by this!" She cried, reaching into my fork, and grasping the hot stem of my rigid lust pole. "You will not only be reduced to the status of a willing slave, but a slave owned body and soul by another slave's wanton, lewd cock!" Her Majesty announced, in sadistic triumph, to the horrified captive. "I well remember your rule about the touch of slave cock, or its issue, on your person, whore! But all that is over for ever. From this point on, if you are even to be permitted to touch, it will be only slave sex meat. And far from never having yourself sullied by slave sex juices, from now on, and for ever, you will be subjected to storms of slave slut juices showering down on you, up your slattern cooze, up your obscene arse pit, down your gulping gullet. You will wallow like a hog in mud in the juices of slave pricks for the rest of your life slave of slave cock."

Her Majesty continued, while Lotta shuddered in horrified terror as her fate was revealed, "Here, and here," The Queen announced, pointing to Lotta's chest, above her bulging tits, and above her rotund arse mounds with her rod, "I shall have your new name, `cockswhore', and status, permanently tattooed here and here, along with `property of cockslut's prick'. That way all who see you will know that you are slave to a slave's cock. It's actually more than you deserve, bitch!" I shuddered with a strange sensation of elation, my brain buzzing with the sheer debauchery of the Queen's proposition, and whether it would have any affect on me. I was soon to find out.

"We'll get rid of all this," Her Majesty commented, brushing the tip of her rod over Lotta's abundant pubic hair, "We can't have a slave bitch's cunt split hidden from view, even if it is locked up most of the time. Her Majesty leered down at the terrified former domatrix, revelling in the woman's obvious terror and humiliation. "You will be utterly subjugated, cockswhore! I shall place you in the hands of my specialist slave breaking team. Be assured, they are utterly ruthless and totally merciless! It will be up to you, foul bitch, as to how much you suffer, before you surrender, unconditionally to your life long fate."

Her Majesty, and I returned to the dais and resumed our positions, the Queen completed her dissitation on the fate of Lotta, "When my breakers inform me that you are ready, bitch, then I will permit you to publicly embrace your submission. This event will take place in my club, `Haven of Slaves' in a performance designed to illustrate the status to which you will have, by that time, not merely resigned yourself to, but joyfully, and utterly rapturously embraced. After your initial submission celebration you will be put to work in the same establishment. A position will be especially created for you, that of `slave attendant to slaves' in the slave's rest-room. Masters or Mistresses wishing to reward their slaves for any reason what so ever, will be encouraged to send them to the rest-room for such a reward and, whatever the dominant might decide to allow the slave to experience, you, cockswhore, will provide it to the slave. There will be a myriad of choices for the dominants to choose from, and the slave to be endowed will be given a plaque with its particular award pronounced. The lucky slave will give this plaque to you, and you will fulfil its purpose immaculately, and with exquisite submission and debauched depravity, whether it involves the provision of lewd sexual relief, such as arse, pussy or prick worship, to completion, the offer of your own carcass to sexual abuse such as arse or cunt split raping, by prick, dildo, or fist, or the offer of your own carcass to cruel and inhuman punishment such as cunt whipping or tit torment. Finally, whore bitch, I will graciously allow you, once a month or so, to publicly reaffirm your submission as a slave to my little cockslut's lovely prick!"

"Now, take the bitch away, and let her breaking begin!" Her Majesty commanded the attendant still waiting in the darkness behind the nude captive. Lotta was poked and prodded towards the door, which had opened allowing a dim light to show the way. Her Majesty gazed down at me, lounging submissively at her feet with a cruel grin, "That's taken care of one odious arsehole, now it's time to attend to the other. I'm really looking forward to this, cockslut!" She said, a cruel, sadistic glint hardening her violet eyes when she spoke of her former Master. I shuddered at the thought of what she might inflict on him, never the less, he would certainly deserve everything he got, I was sure.

It took about five minutes before the door in the distance opened once again, and we watched as a shuffling shape was prodded along by two attendants this time. My heart leapt with stunned surprise at what greeted us when the shape lurched into the cone of light that encompassed the slave mat before us. The huge, muscular black man was naked, of course, and in extreme bondage. He could hardly move a muscle anywhere in his body, except for his knees and upper highs, and these were only able to move so that his painfully slow shuffling could be achieved without direct assistance from the attendants.

His long, thick cock hung limp and lifeless from his hairy fork, and his large, crinkled balls showed up as tight dark orbs at its thick base. His mouth was gagged with a cock gag, complete with a set of rubberised balls which rested on the captive's chin. The top of these balls was actually open, allowing liquid to be poured into them, and through the prick gag down the man's throat I presumed. His eyes flashed with mad fury. None of the terror that Lotta had displayed here. Frederick would have killed all present if he were able and would, no doubt, attempt that action if we ever lowered our guard before his spirit was fully broken. The attendants and trainers would need to be especially vigilant with Frederick.

Her Majesty, of course, was quite beside herself with sadistic satisfaction. Frederick had been her owner, and had abused his responsibilities as an owner of slaves most grossly. It was he who had sold her, as the slave sow, to the Mexicans, condemning her to a life of suffering and humiliation, but also of denial, without a second thought. Her revenge on him would be both terrifying, and terminal. I almost felt sorry for the pathetic male, but not quite. Her Majesty tied my leash to the arm of her throne, then rose and approached the bound chattel. The look in his eyes when recognition of who had taken him hit home as something to behold. His eyes bulged, and the veins on his shaven skull pulsed wildly, as if he were about to have a heart attack, which, of course, might have been the case. The look of sheer hatred had no effect on Her Majesty, rather, it increased her pleasure. She was going to enjoy seeing this creature broken and, if the truth be known, she hoped that it would not be achieved quickly. Her Majesty wanted the odious brute to suffer and suffer, before he began a life of depraved submission to which his broken spirit would be admirably so suited.

The regal Queen inspected the captive from both front and rear, slowly, revelling in the man's helpless captivity, and his obvious rebellion against it. She then began to speak in a voice laced with vengeful gratification:

"You, you utterly despicable pig, are to suffer a fate immaculately matched to your crimes. A dominant who treats slaves with the disdain that you demonstrated should never be permitted to own them. Slaves have only one right, and that is to suffer the delights of their submission. No dominant has the right to actively deny a slave that need. You, you dissolute swine, will be sentenced to slavery, of the basest level imaginable, for the rest of your pathetic existence. You will spend all of your days as a slave in my own personally owned brothel. Your life long task will be to suck cocks, and cocks alone. You will, never ever again be permitted to sample the delights of females. Your teeth will be removed so that your mouth's submission to the hot stiff pricks it worships will be utterly servile, and with stringent training, immaculately depraved!"

Frederick's eyes blazed in shocked horror at what was in store for him, but this soon turned to sheer terror when my Queen, leering down at the shuddering prisoner mockingly, continued:

"The nuts hanging at the base of your stalk are to be removed. I will not have a cock sucking slave whore like you retain the ability to experience sexual relief of any but the mental kind that will accrue to you only when you have embraced your destiny, and have surrendered to it completely!" Her Majesty tapped the limp tube of the terrified Frederick's limp cock, "This, of course, will shrink dramatically once these," She added, tapping her rod to his bulging balls, "Have been removed, and your tits will grow markedly, especially as I will have you treated with the strongest of female hormone courses. To demonstrate that I am not entirely heartless, although, you contemptible hog, in no way deserve such consideration, I will allow you to experience one last explosion of sexual ecstasy before you are de-nutted if, and only if, you offer the nuts to me in abject surrender, and beg me to have them lopped off so that you can begin you new life as a slave cock sucking whore. If you do this small thing I will permit you to kneel before me, and my slaves, and pull yourself off one last time, but only after you have begged for such a favour, of course!"

Frederick's ebony nudity was literally shuddering with horror by this time, but still Her Majesty had not finished brutally taunting him, "No doubt," She continued, "You will have recognised the cock of my little slave, cockslut, although wondering how what you are seeing is possible. He has changed a little since you last saw him, hasn't he?" She added with a chuckle as she walked over to her throne and untied my leash. She then led me down to where the panic stricken slave knelt in his bondage.

"You will, of course, clearly remember the day you stripped him of his arse pit virginity. Since you had never allowed yourself to be fucked so perversely(and I presume that is still the case), deeming such an activity to be below your dignity, I shall have him remedy that oversight immediately. In fact, I shall kill two birds with one stone with respect to your haughty dignity and ridiculous perceived superiority." Her Majesty then announced, turned her attention to me and grinned lasciviously, "What do you think, little cockslut? I know that you share my extreme distaste for this hog, but I'm equally sure that you will not deny me the pleasure of seeing you fuck his repugnant arse pit long and hard, will you?" I must admit that I actually found the prospect repulsive but, never the less, tinged with a feeling of sensual satisfaction. It would be like a kind of poetic justice. Frederick had fucked me for my first time, and had helped to reduce me, at that time, to the obscene slut that I became. It was only fair and just that I return the favour, now that he too was to be reduced to mindless slavery. Needless to say, I quickly assented to my Queen's obscene request, although making sure that I entered into the spirit of the event by feigning the utmost reluctance. My cock, however, betrayed my real feelings by visibly pulsing, and leaking profusely.

Her Majesty chuckled knowingly, "You are such a slut, cockslut!" She cried, "You cannot help yourself, can you? Even though you pretend to be disgusted, your drooling prick betrays you once again. Well, get on with it, lascivious harlot, and make the pig feel every second of his violation. After you have flooded his odious arse tunnel with your cream I have one more surprise gift for the swine to enjoy. I don't know why I'm being so good to the despicable creature. I suppose it's because I'm such a softie, really!" She concluded, obviously enjoying her cruel teasing of her former owner.

My heart pounded with barely suppressed lust while I shuffled around to Frederick's rear, and knelt behind his vulnerable arse slabs, split so obscenely wide by his severe bondage. I reached down and grasped my hot stem in one hand, and brought its leaking head to the knotty ring of the captive's arse. I wasted no time with preliminaries, and pressed the hot cock head into the stretched open arse pout. I drew a deep breath, then thrust my hips forward violently. The fat head of my aching cock forced its way past the man's tight sphincter, tearing it apart with relentless force. Inch after inch of my throbbing stem then thrust its way into the hot, tight chasm. I grunted and heaved with effort until my smooth crotch touched the captive's ebony arse slabs, and my entire length was buried up his writhing arse tunnel.

Frederick's whole body shuddered with what I supposed was sheer revulsion at what he was being subjected to. I would like to suspect that some small area of his consciousness welcomed his rape, and who's to know, perhaps it did. I didn't know, or care really. My pulsating prick was filled with wanton pleasure while I savoured the exquisite sensations the hot, tight arse pit imparted. Then I slowly began to pump it in and out of the hot pit, and I revelled in the delicious pleasures that began to assail me totally. I lost myself in the depraved delight, forgetting myself completely, until the snapped anger of Her Majesty brought me back to reality.

"Rape the hog, cockslut! Your not here to give him pleasure, but to violate him, like the hog deserves!" I sobbed with sorrow at having allowed my own pleasure to over ride the wishes of my adored Queen. I reacted instantaneously, and soon my throbbing cock was literally flashing in and out of the captive's arse pit. Plunging in to the hilt with each inward drive, and withdrawing to the tip with every outward movement. After about ten minutes of relentless ravishment my prick began to pulse with the coming of orgasm. My mouth gaped wide in lewd elation while I continued to rape the man's writhing arse hole, and my massive tits rose and fell on my slender torso while I fought for breath.

I squealed with pleasure, and my own body trembled in ecstasy, while my pounding prick exploded. Stream after stream of pungent, hot ball juice gushed from my erupting cock, and splashed deeply into the shocked captives writhing arse pit. I flooded him in an absolute deluge of prick juice. It seemed as if my climax would last forever. My balls flexed wildly as they emptied themselves completely. It was as if my balls themselves had entered into the spirit of the event, and were determined to shed more juice in one orgasm than they had ever done before, to add to the prisoner's extreme humiliation.

I was literally sobbing with joy the whole time my ecstatic prick spat. I gazed up at the broadly smiling domatrix in utter adoration, and complete wanton helplessness. I had no control over my lewd response, and she knew exactly what I was going through, and it pleased her immensely. She just loved to witness her slaves debasing themselves so completely before her, to see them surrender so completely to their own depraved debauchery. It demonstrated, of course, the depths to which a slave would sink in his yearning to please his Mistress, and this aspect of erotic submission was easily the most enjoyable to Her Majesty, being the consummate hedonist that she is.

After what seemed to be an indeterminate length of time my spurting prick began to exhaust its pleasure. My breath came in enormous gasps as I began to come down from the mindless high I had existed in from the moment that my cock had released its first powerful jet of ball cream. My spent prick remained stiff, despite the violence of my orgasm, and I could have sworn that, when I withdrew the stalk from the captive's thoroughly ravished arse pit, the ravaged ring actually squeezed the escaping pole, as if trying to stop it from escaping the clutches of the flooded, brutally violated hole. This involuntary action on the part of the disgraced and humiliated Frederick served, of course to clean the majority of the cream from my emerging cock shaft as it escaped from its own brand of erotic captivity.

Her Majesty, as soon as my prick was finally fully free, commented jocularly that my obscene rutting had certainly spoiled my lovely, sexy costume, and that she would have to think about punishing me for allowing this to happen. I flushed with delicious shame at her mocking criticism, and was about to rut my hips in an endeavour to be permitted to beg her to administer such a punishment without mercy. The Queen was not interested, however, and cut my ambition short by announcing that second gift she had alluded to earlier was about to be administered to the thoroughly humiliated captive:

"Cockslut, you lascivious little whore, get your snout between the swine's arse slabs and suck your cream from his fetid arse chasm, but don't you dare swallow it!" I blushed with shame at the sheer obscenity of the order, but never the less, knelt again behind Frederick and lowered my face towards the target. My cheeks burned even more as they encountered the warm moist flesh of the captive's arse split, but my lips were soon pressed firmly against the slightly slack pout of his arse ring. I sucked strongly at the orifice, drawing huge quantities of my own cock cream from that dark crater. I sucked and sucked, having to concentrate fully against the urge to swallow. My cheeks began to bulge hugely. When I could no longer draw any more cream from the arse pit, not perhaps, because there was no more to take, but more because it became physically impossible to fit any more into my mouth, I slipped my face from between the man's arse crack.

Her Majesty giggled gleefully at the bizarre sight I must have made, with my cheeks bulging grotesquely, and my lips struggling to keep themselves closed to stop any of my huge mouthful from dribbling down my chin. "Well, little slut!" She exclaimed, "You certainly must have enjoyed ravishing this odious swine judging by the amount of juice you obviously sprayed his arse with." She drew me around to the front of the prisoner and I was able to see his eyes once again. The look radiating from the dark orbs had changed subtly, from unrepentant rebellion to horrified realisation that he might be irretrievably lost. While they did not signify acceptance, they did seem to contain a hint of tacit resignation.

Her Majesty reached down and manipulated the rubber testicles that rested on Frederick's chin until the opening in them was pointed upwards, then signalled to me to empty my perverse mouthful into the cavity. I poised my lips carefully over the small opening, then allowed my lips to un-purse, and a rich flow of sex juice dripped into the waiting balls. The prick juice dripped from my gaping mouth, filling the cavity to almost overflowing, before my mouth was finally emptied of all the pungent, arse seasoned juice. I allowed myself the small pleasure of allowing my tongue to clean all that remained inside my mouth, and to allow that residue to slide into my throat to be avidly swallowed.

The Queen grinned down at me, seeing me indulge myself in that small way, and allowing it to continue while magnanimous petting my head. She then turned her attention back to the terrified prisoner. She sneered down at the man, seeing that he was vainly keeping his throat locked to prevent the perverse liquid from sliding down his throat. With a chortle of derision she reached down and pinched his nostrils between two of her fingers. This, of course, cut off the man's breath, and it was only a matter of time before he would be forced to swallow the sex juice just to allow himself to breath once again.

It was entertaining to watch the captive struggle with his own revulsion. He certainly had no desire to humiliate himself further by drinking the male sex juice but, of course, he had no choice in the end. We watched with cruel contentment, while Frederick's throat bobbed wildly, and he drank the debauched issue. Her Majesty ensured that he was not permitted to breath properly until every drop had been drained from the rubber testicles, and he was, in fact, still attempting to swallow when there was nothing left. She then relented, and allowed the captive to gasp huge breaths into his oxygen starved lungs.

Her Majesty then led me back to the throne, and seated herself comfortably. She then addressed the prisoner for the final time. "Now, foul pig, that's just a taste of what's in store for you, although I will never again permit you to experience the joy of being fucked by glorious, hot, stiff cock. I will now deliver you into the loving hands of my slave trainers. You will remain in their care until you have surrendered to your fate, and are ready to serve me as a whore. Remember, hog, it will be your choice alone as to whether your prick is permitted to spit a final time before you are de-balled, and put to work! I will only ever set eyes on you again if you choose to accept this reward" She then motioned to the two attendants to remove the captive.

We watched as Frederick was pushed and prodded from the room. I didn't feel in the least bit sorry for the man. He fully deserved all that he was going to get, after all, he had treated my worshipped Queen so despicably. As soon as the man had left the room Her Majesty looked down at me, crouched submissively at her feet, and smiled in contentment. "I can't make up my mind as to whether I'm pleased, or annoyed by you, little slut. You should have experienced a sense of fulfilment when raping the hideous Frederick, I fully realise, but I'm not so sure that you should have so completely lost yourself in your own perverse lust while doing so!"

I struggled to my knees, and commenced to rut my arsehole tainted prick stalk at her in utterly depraved abandon. She gazed down at my lecherous display for a few seconds, then allowed me to speak. I grasped my hands firmly behind my head and, if it were possible, shook my huge tits even more lasciviously, and rutted my aching cock and swollen nuts even more lewdly for my Queen's pleasure, then squealed out my obsequious pleas to my adored owner:

"Oh divine Majesty, my heart is filled with aching sorrow at having caused you even the merest hint of irritation. I beg you, adored Majesty, have these fat tits that I flaunt so lewdly thrashed savagely! Have this lecherous, and wilful prick stalk whipped unmercifully so that I may pay for my villainy! Please! Please! sacred ruler, I implore you, have my sluttish nudity punished with the utmost severity, and exquisite cruelty, so that I may learn never to displease you ever again!"

The cruel sovereign smiled coldly down at my fawning nudity, and made her decision, "No, cockslut, I think not. I believe that if I were to have you punished for this little performance I would be playing right into your hands, you lascivious little animal. A more fitting punishment is in order, I think. You are forbidden, for the course of one week, to taste the prick of your new toy. That will punish you much more than a mere bout of pain and suffering, and will last much longer, of course. A much more appropriate penalty, I think." I could only marvel at my owner's understanding of my submissive psyche. She knew that I would revel in any pain inflicted, and so denied me that sensation, but she was also clever enough to realise that my heart would ache with longing, and break with sorrow whenever I gazed on the lovely prick of the delicious whoreprick, knowing that I was prohibited from tasting it for all that time, especially when I was made to witness the other slaves enjoying what I was denied.

A tear trickled from the corner of my eye after she had announced this punishment, and it gave the sadistic domatrix great delight to have hurt me so beautifully. She rose from her throne and led me from the room. I crawled along behind her as we headed off towards the slave quarters. She dropped me off, and I entered the rooms to find that my fellow chattels had already arrived home. Sweet whoreprick was beside herself with sympathy for me, because of the punishment I had earned. Not even for an instant was her compassion tinged with the fact that the sentence might actually be as harrowing for her, as it was for me, for she was also to be denied the erotic delights of my mouth on her gorgeous cock, but purely because she knew how much I adored making passionate love to her lovely stalk.

The voluptuous piggash knelt in front of me an began to wash my cock with her hot wet tongue, cleansing it of the residues of the recent arse fucking it had been engaged in. Cuntslut, ever the imp, teased the kneeling slave woman by insinuating that her actions had little to do with personal hygiene, rather because Princess had given her permission to have me arse fuck her as well, and she couldn't wait for it to happen. This was probably true, given the lewd leer with which she gazed up at me after she had completed her self appointed task. She then made a scene of pleading with me to honour her so:

"Darling cockslut, my Princess has granted me permission to be fucked up my whore arse by you if you will consent to honour me by agreeing to do so. None of the multitude of pricks that so fucked me at the brothel was anywhere near as big and hot as your marvellous cock, and I yearn to feel it plumbing the depths of my yearning arse crater with all my heart! Please! Please! Darling cockslut, please say you'll do it! Please say you'll ream out my hot, harlot arse pit with your magnificent stiff prick! Please, darling cockslut! Please!"

How could I refuse such a heart rending supplication, and I readily agreed to comply. However, I was quick to remind the group that Her Majesty had ordered an orgy to follow the `trials', and we might be called to this at any moment. My fears were quickly allayed by the excited piggash, who informed me that the orgy was not to take place until the evening, so we had plenty of time. Perhaps I should also have not been so eager, because cuntslut giggled with glee when she informed me that it was Princess' unalterable decree that, if I agreed to piggash's supplication, then I would be forced to fuck her non stop for three hours, and I was to come in her arse at least five times before I would be permitted to remove my prick from her chute. I shuddered with lecherous pleasure, even though I was quite tired, and my cock had shed so much of its juice when it had exploded in Frederick's virgin arse tunnel.

Little cuntslut went on to explain, in her own excited fashion, that she was to be allowed to be piggash's arse cleaner both during, and at the completion of that slave's marathon arse fucking. The two playthings were also reasonably happy because piggash was to be permitted to suck them both off, continuously, while her lewd arse pit was thoroughly fucked. The newly submissive whore was beside herself with wanton lust crazed happiness. She immediately took up her posture, on all fours, her huge udders flopping down to the floor, and her large smooth arse slabs raised high, widely split in open invitation.

Cuntslut wriggled her nude body under that of piggash so that her face was below the slut's smooth crotch. No doubt that lewd little whore would content herself with feasting on piggash's drooling cunt split until my spurting cock provided her insatiable mouth with a more depraved target. Piggash swayed her bottom cheeks lewdly, and exhorted me, "Fuck my arse hard, sweet cockslut! Fuck it deep! Fuck it forever!" I crawled around behind her, leant my face down into her yawning arse split, and tongued her arse pout thoroughly, until it was wet and well loosened, and ready to receive my cock stalk.

I reared back, positioned the blunt head of my cock at that intimate aperture, and drove it home in one full stroke. I trembled with pleasure while the slave whore's tight hot arse sleave hugged my deeply buried prick lovingly, and the skewered harlot shrieked in sheer wanton ecstasy. The cute cuntslut squealed in lust, "Lewd cockslut, your huge shaft has cleaved piggash in two. I can't believe how stretched open her arse ring is. It must hurt soooooo goooood! Fuck her hard, cockslut! Fuck her harder! I want to see you fuck the whore's tight arse deeper and harder, and faster, cockslut!"

Needless to say I could but endeavour to accede to the impudent little sex slave's lewd cajoling. My huge, throbbing stalk of lust plunged in and out of piggash's gradually loosening arse ring with long full, and relentless strokes. For her part, once she had overcome the shock of the initial invasion, piggash's mouth was soon dividing its lascivious attentions between the two lovely, stiff pricks that were being waved before it by the sluts, prettyprick and whoreprick. Despite my own sexual frenzy I was still able to feel pangs of jealousy when piggash's mouth swallowed those gorgeous cocks, especially the exquisitely beautiful one of my own darling, whoreprick.

Little cuntslut kept up a constant commentary on the action, between her tongue lapping at my swollen balls, and piggash's drooling cunt split. I sobbed out my pleasure while my aching balls shed their first load into the depths of piggash's arse tunnel. At the same time I saw the whore's throat swallowing wildly while prettyprick's cock spat its elixir her welcoming throat. The wild undulations of piggash's svelte arse heralded that she too was climaxing, as a result of her arse reaming, or cuntslut's clever tongue, or, perhaps, a combination of both.

There was no interruption to the action resulting from of orgasm, either through diminishing will, or sexual exhaustion. My prick, as usual, barely softened at all, and was soon shafting the now sloppy arse pit with renewed vigour. Piggash continued to suck cock with passionate abandon, and cuntslut continued to give us all a graphically sexual commentary on my prick's quest, after her soft little tongue had finished lapping up the rank juices of our orgasms. Climax after climax was drawn from both piggash and I, until the required number had been completed, and we collapsed in a sweating heap of sexually exhausted bodies on the floor. After an hour or so we all rose up, and wandered off to the bathroom to enjoy a long hot shower.

The orgy that followed was a normal bout of depraved sexual excess where we slaves worked tirelessly for the pleasure of the two domatrixes. We were allowed release ourselves, either as reward for our efforts, or when one or both domatrixes wished to enjoy the sight of a slaves' bodies convulsing in pleasure while being engaged in a sublimely debauched activity. When I say the orgy was normal I say so in the sense that all bouts of sexual excess at the estate were always prolonged quests in sexual depravity to outdo the last such event in terms of sheer depravity, and lecherous carnal extravagance.