As it happened Frederick and Lotta both surrendered to their fates at about the same time. Lotta was first to signify her submission by a mere couple of days. However, while her public humiliation was still being carefully planned, Frederick's capitulation also occurred. This upset our plans a little, especially as he had elected to experience orgasm one more time before his castration. Her Majesty was reluctant to alter the timing for Lotta's public disgrace. It was I who solved the dilemma for my lovely ruler. I suggested that Frederick did not deserve to be seen to surrender in public, but rather, he should do so before Her Majesty and I alone, with the other slaves, and Princess, of course, as witnesses to his yielding. If this were to be the case then we could `process' him at our leisure.

Her Majesty was reluctant, at first, wanting her former owner to suffer as much as possible, and in her mind this naturally involved very public humiliation. However, the merits of my suggestions were also apparent, and eventually won her over. Frederick's ceremonial acceptance of his lot was thus scheduled to take place the night before the already planned public submission of Lotta. The playroom was set up for the ceremony with Her Majesty's throne, and the slave's submission mat the centre pieces. I was again to be placed at Her Majesty's feet, as her human pet. An alcove was set up to one side of the room for the `witnesses'.

Over the preceding weeks, leading up to the final surrender of Frederick, Her Majesty frequently inspected progress towards his breaking, or, should I say, had him brought before her so that such progress could be monitored. We slaves, at least those of us with pricks, quite looked forward to these inspections as they normally involved at least one of having our balls emptied into the captive's gag, for him to be forced to drink. At first having him drink the aromatic sex cream still required that his nostrils to pinched, as had happened on the first occasion, but after a while this action was no longer necessary, with the captive drinking the issue with steadily increasing eagerness, much , of course, to the Queen's delight. After a few weeks the captive was even able to be brought before us in minimal bondage, demonstrating his growing compliance with his fate. The captive had been appropriately named `pricklapper' after the first day, and had even began to acknowledge that debasing form of address as time went on.

On the occasion of Frederick's, or should I say pricklapper's, formal submission I was not ornately decorated, merely dressed in the mandatory hose and heels, and otherwise nude. Her Majesty was dressed in a scarlet leather mini dress with hose and heels. The other slaves were dressed, or should I say, undressed, in normal estate costumes, and Princess was adorned in a leather and lace combination that had seemed to become her norm after a while. She had become enamoured with the sensual quality of supple leather around her waist, and limbs, while favouring the erotic sensations of satin and lace on her breasts and sex. To that end she had had numerous ensembles created for her in this style.

As soon as everyone was in place the Queen loudly clapped her hands. The huge entrance doors swung open at this signal, and a group of figures moved slowly into the room. There were the two attendants who had had responsibility for the breaking of the slave, the King's castration team which consisted of a doctor, and a male slave nurse, and, of course, the newly broken slave himself. The attendants were positioned on either side of the shuffling slave, while the medical team brought up the rear. The slave was naked, and on hands and knees with his head bowed low. His body had been completely denuded of all hair from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, and his ebony skin shone with the liberal application of body oil.

Once the slave's body was positioned on the rubber matting before Her Majesty's throne, he stopped moving, and waited to be acknowledged. Her Majesty gazed down at the utterly subjugated male with an expression of pure sadistic satisfaction on her beautiful face. This was revenge at its best, and she was determined to enjoy it to the fullest extent possible. She made the cringing man wait for what seemed and age before her cruel voice snapped out:

"Well, pricklapper, before you are de-nutted, you have been granted one final act of free choice, whether or not to spit your cock scum one more time. Have you decided, pig?" She demanded. The slave nodded his bowed head to signify an answer in the affirmative. "Get on with it, then!" The Queen snapped impatiently. The huge, black, hairless slave reared back onto his knees immediately. His long thick cock was strongly erect, and arched up and out from his splayed open fork lewdly. His balls, naturally enormous, were hugely swollen, and thrust out from the base of his shaft like tight black canon balls. Her Majesty had ensured that the slave was incessantly sexually teased throughout all the weeks during which his spirit was being broken. She somehow knew that he would choose to to be permitted to climax that one last time before he was castrated, and she wanted the event to be as humiliatingly spectacular as humanly possible.

The humiliated slave stared up at his cruel tormentor with a strange light shining from his dark eyes. I recognised it immediately as the gaze of a commensurate submissive. There was not the slightest hint of rebellion left in the ebony skinned man. It was not that his eyes were dead, or resigned even, but rather they were ecstatically accepting. If I had not seen it I would never have believed that the man who had once been the fierce, arrogant, egoistical Frederick could have been reduced to this fawning creature displaying his sexuality so lecherously, and shamelessly, before us. I glanced up at Her Majesty, and saw that she wore a wide grin as she leered down at her former owner, who suddenly opened his mouth, and cried out his servile joy to his sadistic tormentor:

"Worshipped Majesty, owner of my being. I beg to be permitted to offer these," He cried, his fingers presenting the swollen orbs of his balls to the seated Queen, "to you to have removed so that I may begin to serve you as a whore with no rights and privileges. This is not a fate that I merely deserve for past crimes, but a destiny that I yearn for more than life itself. It is not for me to choose, adored Majesty, if the scum bags are to spit again, before they are sliced off, but for you to decree it so, should you desire to witness them shed their putrid offal one more time!"

The Queen almost chuckled, such was her glee at the slave's servile utterances. He had been utterly broken, and trained to perfection. She was so delighted with the outcome that she had already decided she was going enjoy the sight of the slave's prick spitting one last time. How to achieve this in the most entertaining fashion was the only question. "I am certainly going to see your slug vomit for the last time, whore!" She cried, "But how to achieve it, that is the question. Shall I have you fat nuts whipped until you spurt? Yes, that's the way to go!" She was about to instruct one of the attendants, when the doctor made a sign that he had an objection to the plan. Her Majesty irritably asked the medical man to explain himself, and was disappointed to hear him say:

"I'm sorry, Majesty, but you didn't ask that the slave's balls be mounted in a trophy for you. I have to warn you that having them thrashed like this so close to their removal will badly damage the quality of the memento they will make." The Queen thought about the ramifications of what the doctor had said for a few seconds, then looked down at the slave with an air of mocking consternation, "I suppose you're right, doctor," She said, "I guess I'll have to think of another way to bring the whore off, although I'll guarantee it wont be as exciting for us, or the slave, as the whip flaying his fat nuts would have been." The domatrix thought for a few more seconds, and then called to her partner in domination, "Princess, if you please, prepare your piggash so the bitch can tit fuck the pig. I've decided that his prick may as well be made to spit through the agency of another, as by his own hand." She then turned her attention to the doctor, and commanded him to place the slave in the castration bondage she had discussed with him earlier.

The doctor and his slave went to work. Princess retrieved the three required items to prepare a slut for a bout of tit fucking from a storage cupboard. She attended to piggash's arms first, enveloping them in a full binder that caused each one to bend at the elbow to allow the forearms to be tied together. When she had finished the slave looked as though she had a square leather handle behind her back, in place of arms. Then Princess went to work on her slut's floppy tits. She placed a velour harness around the woman's torso and tightened it so that it could not slip. The harness had one large elastic ring at its front, and this captured both piggash's udders around their bases. It was not tight enough to cause the soft mounds to harden, or become less pliable, but served merely to ensure that they stayed squashed lightly together at their bases. The slave's huge tits were then drawn together at their tips by their thick rubbery teats, and a large metal ring was broken open and run through each of the teats' main piercings, then re-locked. This of course, served to keep the soft, floppy udders together at their apexes.

While piggash was being prepared the doctor was attending to pricklapper. His legs were fixed to a spreader, and his arms encased in an armpit to finger tip sheath of tightly laced leather. A ring at the fingertip end of the sheath was then tied savagely to the centre of the spreader bar. This caused the slave's torso to be bent backwards. His head was then encased in a rubber discipline helmet completely covered his skull, but left his face bare. A cord threaded trough a ring at the apex of this helmet was then also drawn down to the centre of the spreader bar and tied off tightly enough to ensure that pricklapper's face pointed straight up towards the ceiling. Finally a short metal bar, with a flat metal pad at one end, was fixed to the spreader. The pad was positioned in the centre of the slave's lower back, and the length of the bar was increased by means of a screw type adjuster until pricklapper's crotch was thrust outwards as far as physically possible. This, of course, caused his stiff cock to rear up defencelessly, and also presented the fat orbs of his balls in an utterly vulnerable and defenceless fashion.

The doctor obviously took considerably more time to prepare his charge than Princess had, so she took the opportunity to enhance piggash's preparations in a most wantonly perverse manner. I shivered with lewd delight while watching this final act of delectable depravity. Princess ordered prettyprick to stand in front of the kneeling piggash. She then commanded cuntslut to wank his stiff prick to orgasm, spilling the cream into the fleshy crevasse between piggash's large soft tits. Cuntslut went about her task with eager gusto. Soon her little fist was flying up and down prettyprick's throbbing shaft, and the slave was panting with anticipation of his impending pleasure. Prettyprick squealed in ecstasy when the clever slut's fist finally brought him off, and his abundant essence spurted from the tip of his spasming cock, and splashed lavishly down onto the waiting tits.

While all this was taking place my Queen drew my crouching nudity closer to her, and reached down and cupped my balls in one of her gloved hands. She rhythmically squeezed the tender orbs while watching the action among the other slaves, giving them an especially firm squeeze while prettyprick's prick was spewing. I revelled in her attentions, and rested my face against one of her leather clad thighs, kissing it adoringly. Her Majesty was obviously happy with my subservient reaction, and soon she was using her other hand to lovingly pet my bowed head, while continuing to toy with my aching balls.

Once prettyprick's climax was over cuntslut busied herself ensuring that the fleshy crevasse between piggash's tits was liberally lubricated with the slimy sex cream by driving her fist between the tits, over and over. While cuntslut was busy doing this Princess, with the finger of one hand scooped small quantities of prick juice from piggash's tits, then painted prettyprick's lovely, smooth balls with his own musky mixture. She continued this until his softened eggs shone with a liberal coating of the sticky man cream.

Finally all was in readiness. Princess led her slave over to the captured, and severely bound pricklapper, and positioned the whore on her knees before him. The slave woman's bizarrely presented tits were poised in front of pricklapper's arching cock stalk. Princess then rejoined the other slaves, and prodded whoreprick until her delicious prick was poised right next to prettyprick's crotch. Princess then delicately took whoreprick's beautiful prick in her fingers and began to slowly, and sensuously masturbate it, keeping its lovely flaring head pointed at the other slave's already sticky balls.

I watched Princess in envy, my own achingly stiff cock pulsing in sympathy with the erotic actions of the beautiful domatrix. "Begin!" The Queen commanded. Piggash reacted as if shot by a gun. She swung her shoulders in a wide arc, and her mountainous tits rose high, then flopped down over the rearing erection of pricklapper. The slave's long thick cock speared between the flying tits until a couple of inches of it protruded above the soft udders which had closed around it. The slave then began to shake her shoulders with steady and relentless vigour. Her actions caused her massive soft mounds to fly up and down, masturbating the cock trapped between them with exquisite erotic licentiousness.

I watched piggash work with awed excitement. It was so deliciously licentious to her tits so wantonly wank the other slave's throbbing shaft so lecherously. Pricklapper was certainly going to remember his final orgasm for a long time, and with sheer delight, I was sure. He could never have been so lewdly pleasured in all his previous experience. The tits flopped up and down in a steady rhythm, incessantly, driving him towards climax. Piggash seemed tireless. Her tits rose and fell in long strokes, massaging the cock stalk with delicious depravity. Soon pricklapper's chest was heaving with the extent of his sexual rapture. His mouth gaped wide, revealing his toothless gums, while he almost sobbed out his wanton bliss.

Pricklapper's thigh muscles began to knot, and his shiny black belly visibly trembled as his pleasure began to peak. I watched, fascinated, my head still resting against one of my Queen's leather clothed thighs, while his huge prick pulsed mightily, and a stream of creamy white juice spurted from its tip, arcing up towards the ceiling, before splashing down onto the soft masses of piggash's flying tits. Spurt after spurt gushed from the pleasure soaked cock, and I watched while each gush caused the slave to sob with extreme ecstasy. Piggash's tits kept up their wild flopping movement all through the slave's shattering release, his juices bathing her udders in the warm wet shower.

At the precise time that pricklapper climaxed Princess' clever fingers brought the gorgeous whoreprick off, and her sublime elixir bathed prettyprick's smooth balls with a fresh coating of prick juice to join that with which she had previously painted the tender orbs. Pricklapper's stormy climax finally waned, and piggash's tits were stilled. The dribbling cock of the sated slave still stood stiff and proud, its fat head, and a couple of inches of the stem protruding above the drenched tits of the slave woman. Both slave's chests heaved as they fought to regain their breaths.

At a signal from the doctor piggash heaved her torso up, her tits relinquished the prick they had just masturbated to orgasm, and the slave woman crawled off back to the other slaves. As soon as she arrived whoreprick and cuntslut fell upon her and began to lap the cock drool from her udders. The doctor, after looking inquiringly at the Queen, and getting her approval, began to prepare to castrate pricklapper. I don't now whether the still gasping slave fully realised what was about to happen to him, or at least fully comprehended the import of his fate. The doctor had quickly unpacked the tools of his bizarre trade and again looked to the Queen to signify that he was ready to proceed.

Her Majesty stood up, leaving me tethered to the throne, and wandered down to the waiting duo. She smiled sadistically down at the slave, and was gratified to see that he gazed up at her adoringly. He was truly broken, and this pleased Her Majesty immensely. To let the subjugated male know that she was pleased with his submission she informed him that she was going to allow him to receive yet another reward, to be enjoyed by him while his balls were actually being removed. She beckoned to prettyprick, who crawled over to the group as bidden. When he arrived Her Majesty motioned for him to stand, which he did. He was then ordered to straddle the upturned face of the ebony slave, a position which had his cock juice soaked balls hanging down above the ebony slave's gaping mouth.

"While the doctor de-nuts you, swine, I am going to permit you to worship this slave's lovely balls, and to feast your scrawny belly on the slave ball scum that they have been bathed in. You know that you don't deserve such a gift, hog, but I'm not the heartless brute that you used to be, and so I grant you this small boon, What do you have to say, pig, before I order the procedure to be completed?" I shivered with sympathetic terror. My Queen was truly going to make pricklapper suffer right up to the end, and I wondered how he would react to this latest display of inhuman cruelty by our regal owner. I must admit, however, I was not all that surprised by the nature of his response.

"Oh, adored Majesty, I am unworthy of the gifts you lavish on my unworthy being. I beg you, my Queen, take my balls now! Make me wait no longer! I yearn to surrender them to you! I long to begin my life as your slave!"

The Queen chuckled with glee at the chattel's servile eloquence, then returned to her throne. She sat down again, reached down into my crotch and cupped my swollen balls, "Proceed, if you will, doctor!" She commanded. Slave prettyprick lowered his groin a few inches, and allowed his dripping balls to be enveloped in pricklapper's hot wet mouth. The slave sucked at the hanging orbs with consummate submission, no doubt thrilling to the delicious flavours of whoreprick's mouth-watering cock cream. I felt a pang of jealousy at what he must have been savouring, but even I would not have denied the slave this small bequest, given what he was about to lose.

All sounds, save those of the slave's sucking mouth ceased. The doctor injected pricklapper's crotch with two anaesthetic injections, then produced a scalpel. He placed a small medial dish below the man's splayed open crotch and then, as we watched in absolute awe, he sliced the balls of the slave off at their base. The severed eggs fell into the bowl with a clear plop. The doctor quickly sutured the resulting wound stopping the bleeding instantly. He then placed a black surgical tape over the area completely disguising it. When he had finished, and stood back, pricklapper's cock was already beginning to collapse, but not quickly enough to hide the bizarre sight of his ball-less shaft base.

Pricklapper obviously realised that the operation was complete, and he reluctantly allowed prettyprick's balls to escape the loving embrace of his mouth. The young slave's balls were clean and shining, but now with pricklapper's saliva, rather than the ball cream of whoreprick. As soon as his balls had been relinquished prettyprick returned to the group. The doctor went about freeing pricklapper from his bondage, then he too retired into the background.

The castrated slave knelt submissively before us, his eyes glowing with an almost ethereal fervour. He leant down and took the dish containing his severed balls in his hands, and shuffled right up to the throne dais, and reverently offered the balls to the Queen, crying as he did, "Oh, adored Queen, I beg that you accept these, my balls, as a memento of my complete and utter surrender to you!" The Queen leant down and took the dish from the fawning chattel with a broad smile on her face. "Take this whore away!" She snapped with sheer disdain, "I will not look at its facade again!"

The attendants quickly took charge of pricklapper, and he was led from the room, and off to his life long abode, where a life of cock sucking awaited him. I almost felt sorry for the man, but in a small way, even envied him. After all, he was going to suck delicious cocks, and drink the succulent cream from countless balls, for every waking moment of the rest of his life. Surely that was a fate that a slave could die for. Her Majesty, peering down into my eyes, guessed what I was thinking, and said with a mocking laugh, "Would you like to join him, little cockslut? I'll bet you would, you incorrigible slut! But such a fate is not for you. I like playing with these, and watching them vomit too much!" She concluded, giving my aching balls a painful squeeze.

I could not keep anything from my Queen. It was terribly embarrassing that she knew all of my secret fantasies, even as I was having them. I turned my face into her leather cloaked lap, and snuggled it into her crotch, as if getting to her royal pussy, might allay my shame. The Queen chuckled at my reaction, reached down and lifted my head from her lap, swept her leather skirt aside, then allowed my face to descend once again. My lips were soon pressed to the warm, smooth fleshy ones between her svelte thighs, and my senses were dominated by the marvellous fragrance of her stunning sex.

"Give me a long, sensuous, and complete suck, little slut!" she whispered excitedly, "Watching the pricklapper surrender so completely to his fate has made me as horny as hell!" As my long tongue delicately split those gorgeous lips, and my mouth was flooded with the delicious flavours of aroused female sexuality, my Queen called to Princess, "I'm sure you're as horny as can be as well, Princess, darling! Why don't you take all of the rest of the sluts back to their rooms, and play with them for the rest of the day." Princess, needless to say, was quick to agree to this idea. It had been some time since she had used a group of sluts to pander to her lusts. She stood and began to lead the four slaves from the playroom when my Queen added, squeezing my aching balls savagely:

"On your way, darling, drop in to the trainer's quarters, will you, and send a punisher to me. Have him bring a ball whip with him. I was denied the pleasure of seeing the pricklapper's nuts flayed to gushing agony for my entertainment, so I'll substitute those of my little cockslut. He'll just love to suffer that punishment to fulfil my desires, wont you my sweet whore?" I shuddered with joy, and dread, and drove my tongue deeply into the cruel domatrix's pussy sleave, and lashed its silky walls with its tip by way of showing that my balls existed to suffer, if it were my Queen's desire to see them cruelly abused.

While the group exited Her Majesty stroked my head and whispered lovingly, "You are so deliciously submissive, my darling slut. I love you so, you know that don't you? You are so delightfully eager to please your Queen, and would submit to any brutality if she desired it, wouldn't you? I adore you my little masochist, and will satisfy your primal urges with utterly pitiless efficiency forever. Doesn't that make you feel gorgeous? Doesn't that fill you with joy and happiness, little slave, to know that your ravishing body will be forever subjected to the most exquisite of agonies so that you may dwell in masochistic paradise, while at the same time, knowing that you are giving your domatrix so much sadistic gratification." Her pussy sleave squeezed my deeply buried tongue with almost feral intensity while she whispered her praise and love patter, filling my heart with happiness. The tip of my tongue sensuously lashed the mouth to her baby cave in utter adoration.

"You do adore me when I make you suffer, don't you darling cockslut? You do lose yourself in worshipping adulation when I subject you to shame and humiliation for my amusement, don't you, sweet whore? Your existence is still utterly dedicated to submission to my whim, isn't it, precious harlot? These want, above all else, to suffer excruciating agony for me, don't they, cherished trollop?" She appealed, giving my balls an extra cruel squeeze, causing the tender orbs to ache ferociously. I sobbed into the drooling folds of her pleasure soaked pussy, and slowly withdrew my tongue from the writhing depths, only to wrap it around the erect spike of her throbbing girl prick, to squeeze that steel hard spike of female sexual ecstasy with almost feral abandon.

I relentlessly drove the consummate sadist over the edge, and into sexual paradise. Oh how I adored her exquisite cruelty! Oh how I longed to suffer for her! Oh how all consuming was my love for her! I lived for my Queen! My body and soul had been surrendered to her for all time, and I revelled in that immaculate submission. My heart pounded with the intensity of my emotional response. My exquisitely talented tongue wrenched the first shattering orgasm from her flowing sex, and my heart was bursting with devotion while I drank my fill of the rich juices that flowed from her gushing font.

Even before her climax had run its full course my tongue was back at work, teasing and cajoling the next peak of pleasure from my gorgeously cruel domatrix. For her part, the Queen gasped for breath, panting wildly after the orgasm had demolished her self control for that short time when her ecstasy overshadowed all else. I wallowed in my slavish pride, knowing that it was I who was solely responsible for that delighted reaction. I had brought my Queen to her pleasure! I was fulfilled! "That was simply superb, you clever, clever, little harlot!" Her Majesty gasped, "I thought I was dying from sheer ecstasy! You are soooo Gooood at sucking pussy, darling slut! Sooooo Goood!"

I basked in the appreciation shown by the ruler, and my busy tongue lashed her stiff girl prick with renewed fervour, driving the shuddering girl over the edge, and into the abyss of sexual peak once again. I lapped at the flowing cream again, drinking it down with the joy of a fanatic. Just as my ever eager mouth was bringing Her majesty to her third cataclysmic peak the door to the room opened, and the cruel punisher entered. He stood on the mat before us, and watched his sovereign slip into sexual ecstasy with no apparent reaction to the tableau of debauchery of what greeted him. He was trained to punish, and his concentration always remained focused on that duty alone.

Her Majesty slowly came down from her third sexual high, and noted the presence of the punisher. She gasped for breath while using a hand to lift my head from her splayed crotch. I experienced pangs of acute disappointment when my mouth was denied contact with her drenched pussy. "Not to worry, sweet slut, it will be waiting eagerly for you after you have suffered. It will be filled with a fresh reservoir of juices for you to suck for, I have no doubt. Now, off you go, and make it exciting for your Queen, little darling."

I crawled down from the dais, and over to one of the cupboards against the far wall. When I had retrieved the item I sought I made my way back to the slave mat, and the merciless punisher, my heart pounding with a mixture of sheer masochistic lust, and terror at the thought of my coming ordeal. I knelt, submissively, before the muscular, rubber clad torturer. My eyes took in the huge, rubber clothed penis that arched stiffly from his groin, and my heart fluttered with fright at the whip he held in his right hand, a three foot long inflexible rod at the business end of which hung three, three inch long silver linked chains, each capped with a tiny, spike covered metal ball the size of a marble. I could only dream of the agony this vicious weapon would inflict on the sensitive meat of my tender balls.

I leant down and quickly fixed the tiny strap I had retrieved around the base of my ball bag. I drew the strap tight, causing my swollen orbs to swell even more, but more importantly, to bulge out from the base of my rock hard shaft in utterly vulnerable, and defenceless fashion. My tits rose and fell on my torso while I drew in huge breaths in an endeavour to still my pounding heart, then I made my fawning supplication to the merciless punisher, as much to pander to my own burgeoning anticipation of masochistic jubilation, as to delight my Queen:

"Most revered punisher, I prostrate myself before your merciless magnificence, and offer the fat orbs of my swollen, aching balls to your vicious whip with immaculate submission. My adored Queen desires to see the hot scum whipped from my slave balls, and I yearn to suffer this agony for her amusement. I beg you, fabulous punisher, whip my tender nuts with all your strength. Show me no mercy while you flay my balls with immaculate viciousness. Thrash my wanton pills with pitiless brutality! Lash my delicate orbs with ferocious ferocity! Pound the bloated nuts with ruthless barbarity! I implore you, splendid punisher, whip my balls until they gush their juices so that my Queen may revel in my submission to her glory!"

By the time I had finished my awful entreaty my chest was heaving with uncontrollable emotion, my blood was boiling with eerie craving, my tendered nuts ached and ached with the need to be immersed in exquisite agony. I couldn't wait for my stupendous ordeal to begin. I clasped my hands behind my head, and thrust my fork out to the impassive tormentor, and willed him to begin whipping me.

The awful man raised the vicious whip high over his head, paused for effect, then brought it flashing down towards its waiting, defenceless target. My squeal of unadulterated agony rent the silence of the room when the spiked balls smashed savagely into the tender meat of my excruciatingly sensitive balls, and fabulous agony filled my being. My mouth gaped in shock when the whip smashed into my pain soaked nuts again, well before the trauma of the first stroke had begun to ebb, and as the fresh pain surged through my body I was momentarily struck dumb. The cruel punisher warmed to his task, and soon the whip rose and fell with relentless velocity. The spiked balls smashed into my balls with unerring accuracy, and with a force and savagery that seemed to increase with each stroke so mercilessly delivered.

Stars of agony exploded in my brain rendering me blind with anguish. My fabulously suffering balls swelled and throbbed and ached with a ferocity that belied description. Tears filled my eyes and tricked down my cheeks in a never ending flow. My thighs knotted, my muscles ached, my tits heaved, and my throat convulsed, all completely beyond my control. The cruel punisher seemed to be tireless. He flayed my balls until they bled profusely, then took a deep breath and thrashed the dripping nuts even harder and more viciously.

Somewhere in the very recesses of my brain a sensation of immaculate euphoria began to spread, burgeoning outwards until it dominated my every sensation. My steel hard prick began to pulse wildly, its fat swollen head flaring mightily. A shrill squeal keened from deep in my chest and exploded from my gaping jaws as a stream of pale cock cream seemed to leap from the tip of my erupting cock. The stream of juice shot up from the cock head rising high above my kneeling nudity. It seemed to pause at the apex of its flight, then splashed down onto the floor before me. I existed in a state of ecstatic rapture, my fabulous agony magically transformed into inconceivable ecstasy. After the initial explosion my prick seemed to recoil before the second ejaculation erupted from its tip in perfect timing with the smashing of the still savagely wielded whip into the flexing meat of my dreadfully tormented balls. Six more powerful explosions rocked my reeling nudity, and six more streams of steamy cock cream flooded from the spasming head of my erupting prick.

I was not even aware that my climax had exhausted itself, and even that the vicious whipping I was enduring had ceased. I seemed to be suspended in a state of unearthly bliss. My whole body was alive with only one thing, my anguish and suffering, and the masochistic ecstasy that controlled my existence. I was still throbbing with ecstasy when the spell that had gripped me was broken by my Queen. The stunning sadist had come down from her throne and stood before me. She had removed her skirt, and she drew my tear streaked face into her crotch, and lovingly fed me the succulent meat of her flooded sex:

"Feast, gorgeous slut! Feast on the essence of your Queen!" She cried excitedly, while my mouth sucked wildly for the luscious pussy cream flowing so profusely, and so unendingly from that marvellous sex. My Queen continued to heap praise on me, and, to my undying happiness, expressing her deep and eternal love for me, "Oh, darling cockslut, I love you more than life itself, and always will, you sweet, sweet, adorable slut! I came and came while you suffered so exquisitely for me. My pussy gushed and gushed precious slave, and it's all for you! Gorge yourself on my pussy spending, gorgeous harlot of mine! Oh how deliciously your poor little pills suffered for me! How splendidly your lascivious prick gushed for me, you ravishing masochist. You know that I only have you so cruelly tormented so that I can reward you with the delights of feasting on my sexuality, don't you. You know that I have such divine agonies inflicted on you to satisfy your slavish cravings, and my own sadistic demands, don't you my darling, darling slut!"

I drank at the font of my owner until my belly seemed to swell with a surfeit of rich creamy pussy juice. My long tongue swept the juices from the pussy with infinite adoration, then plunged eagerly into the depths of the pussy sleave in a vain quest for more. I even insinuated its wriggling tip between her voluptuous bottom cheeks form time to time, to get at the overflow that had trickled into that sacred crevasse. I wallowed in the slowly ebbing pain that slowly diffused in my savagely whipped balls. The magic powers I retained from the realm soon had all the cuts and gashes caused by the spiked balls healed, and my cock was once again achingly stiff, an undeniable response to the bountiful sex banquet my Queen was feeding me.

My Queen finally reached down and drew me to my feet. She kissed me with passionate lust, her tongue licking away the remnants of her own sex from my cheeks in licentious manner, then she made my heart sing with sublime happiness, "Sweet, sweet, darling slut, tonight you will sleep in my bed, and we will fuck and suck to our hearts content. I love you so, and am so pleased with you that I want us to fuck like rabbits all night. I want your gorgeous prick up my pussy, up my arse, and down my throat, dear whore" I pressed my massive tits against my Queen's leather cloaked ones in a passionate hug. My heart soared with happiness. Oh how I looked forward to a night of unbridled sexual lust with the most beautiful woman in the universe. How was it possible for a slave to be so generously treated by his owner. I was the luckiest slave there has ever been!

"Come, sweet, harlot," Her Majesty breathed, finally breaking our blazing kiss, "I can't wait to get at you!" She grasped me by my achingly rigid cock, and led me from the room towards her quarters. We entered the plush apartment and Her Majesty's body slaves, the gifts from the King, immediately attended to her disrobing, then left at the command of the Queen. We fell into her huge beg and, almost before our bodies hit the satin coverings, my long, thick cock was buried deeply in the velvety sleave of Her Majesty's splendid pussy. "Fuck me hard, sweet whore!" She cried in wanton lust. My own passion certainly made that lewd demand a pleasure to fulfil, and soon my pleasure filled prick was pumping sensuously at her, and we lost ourselves in our pleasure.

Throughout the night we pleasured each other tirelessly. Her Majesty sucked me to spitting climax over and over; I fucked her slowly and languidly in both pussy and arse; fucked her wildly in both holes as well; I sucked hers, and my own rich cream from both her holes after my spewing cock had flooded them with it over and over. On and on it went. We lost count of the number of shattering orgasms we drove each other to. We seemed totally insatiable. We just couldn't get enough of each other, and were still enjoying one last languorous fuck as dawn broke. Almost as soon as my ever thirsty mouth had sucked up the flowing juices the Queen drew my head back up and tenderly kissed me:

"You know that we cant do this often, don't you my darling? Just on special occasions when I'm particularly pleased with you. Now off you go, and no boasting to your little friends. In fact, just to keep your opinion of yourself in perspective, you are to suck each of them off as soon as you return, and you are to have this," She instructed, her hand encompassing the stalk of my semi limp prick, causing it, despite my physical exhaustion, to stiffen yet again, "sucked off by your playmate, whoreprick. I will warn Princess of your duties while you are on your way."

I rose from the bed and padded my way over to the door. As I opened it my Queen called out with one last instruction, "Don't forget to crawl, sweet slut, just in case you are seen by members of the staff. Mince your lovely bottom lewdly, and swing your gorgeous tits lasciviously, so they will know that you are nothing but a debauched sex slave, even if you are my favourite one." I blushed prettily, and my heart beat wildly at such high praise from my adored Queen.

Once out in the corridor I slipped to hands and knees as instructed, and began to crawl off towards the slave quarters. My mind was filled with emotion while I crawled along, my arse slabs rolling and my massive tits swaying, in keeping with my station in life and, of course, in deference to my ruler's instructions. As it happened, at that early hour in the morning, I met no other person on my quite long trip back. This didn't mean that I allowed the licentiousness with which I moved to wane, even in the slightest. I loved to flaunt my sensuous submission, even when alone and unseen.

I entered the apartment to be greeted by the sight of cuntslut, piggash, prettyprick, and whoreprick, all completely nude, lined up on their knees, their thighs spread wide, and their sexes already showing obvious signs of arousal. Princess, dressed in a flowing robe, stood behind the line up of sexy submissives, ready to supervise my servicing of them. She smiled down at me as I minced my way over to the group, "Be quick, little harlot, for we are tired after our all night orgy, and we all want to be well rested for the celebration of cockswhore's submission tonight, don't we?"

I knelt before the voluptuous piggash first, and bent my head down low, pressing my face into her hairless fork. My gaping mouth closed over her hot, moist cunt split, and my senses were submerged, completely, in the aromas and flavours of highly aroused female sexuality. I sucked the hot, stiff stalk of her woman cock deeply into my mouth and tongue whipped it with abandoned licentiousness. My busy tongue lashed the throbbing stem with erotic intensity until the woman's body shuddered with pleasure, and her hips gyrated wildly. She squealed out her joy while her cunt split exploded in orgasm, and she fed my thirsty mouth with an outpouring of rich spicy cunt cream. I slurped down her issue with elation and satisfaction, cleansing her moist folds of every tasty drop.

I moved on to darling cuntslut next, and subtly changed my method with her. I drove my long tongue into her silky cunt pit to the maximum, and used it to lash the pulpy walls of her sex tube with feral intensity. At the same time I used my upper lip to buffet the stiff shaft of her throbbing girl prick. The lust filled slut was no match for my erotic talents and, although I was sure that she was vainly attempting to draw out her pleasure, soon her sweet cunt was surrendering its succulent juices to my avid mouth in an eruption of sexual ecstasy.

The young prettyprick was my next target. I engulfed the entire length of his strong, young prick in my hot, wet mouth, thrilling to the virile flavour of man sex, or in this case, boy sex. The drooling head of the throbbing cock fitted comfortably into my gulping throat, and I used it to massage that knob of aroused sexuality with all my skill. My tongue washed up and down the length of prettyprick's pulsating shaft, driving him relentlessly to his climax. I sighed deep in my chest when his luscious cream gushed into my throat, and its sensuous flavours overwhelmed my senses. I drank his outpouring down with eager gusto, relishing its warm creamy ambience, but already, my mind was filled with the prospect of worshipping my whoreprick's beautiful prick. I had, of course, saved the best til last.

I crawled to that lovely creature, my lips, sticky with a mixture of male and female sex, curved in a lascivious smile, and my eyes radiating the adoration and deep love I felt for this delightful sex animal. I tenderly kissed the tip of her beautiful, beautiful, beautiful prick with tender devotion, over and over, before finally surrendering to my craving urge to engulf it completely into the warm depths of my worshipping mouth. My heart beat with intense joy when her gorgeous lust pole was fully cramming my ecstatic maw. I sucked passionately on her juicy prick with wave after wave of pure erotic delight flowing through my kneeling nudity. Unlike the others, I allowed myself to eke out my darling whoreprick's pleasure so that she could wallow in her delight for much longer, before my own intense yearning to savour the sheer joy of drinking her luscious ball cream became to much for me to bear, and I sucked her with absolute passion until she erupted in my mouth, and bathed it with those scrumptious juices. I drank the wonderful prick dry, allowing not a single drop to escape my eager hunger.

I don't know if the other slaves were jealous of the special attention I lavished on my whoreprick. If they were, they didn't show it. I suppose they all realised just how much I adored whoreprick, and especially her fabulously beautiful prick. Princess banished us to our bed chamber, announcing that whoreprick could suck me off there before we all slept. The other slaves were permitted to assist whoreprick in her pleasuring of my cock. Soon we were all lying on our huge stain covered bed. Whoreprick's hot mouth closed over my stiff cock, and she took half of it into her gaping maw, and began to suck on it with exquisite sensuousness. Cuntslut and prettyprick each closed a mouth over one of my teats, while their hands languidly caresses the mounds of my tits. Piggash contented herself with lapping erotically at my balls while she thrust a finger deeply into my hot arse pit.

I lay back and wallowed in the lascivious teasing of my fellow slaves, but soon all my concentration was on the sensations overwhelming my throbbing cock. Whoreprick's clever, loving tongue was driving me relentlessly towards my inevitable orgasm. The gorgeous harlot sucked me with such passion that it was beyond my capacity to resist for long. I squealed softly when my prick finally exploded, and a flood of my aromatic ball cream splashed into my whoreprick's loving mouth. The devoted slut milked my balls completely dry, and swallowed every drop I helplessly surrendered to her.

When whoreprick was absolutely certain that she had drained every last drop from my softening prick she shimmied her lovely nudity up my exhausted body and crushed her lips to mine. I tasted the unmistakable flavours of my own sexuality on her wriggling tongue while she drove it into my mouth to duel sensually with my own. The other three slaves settled into their own warm and loving embrace, as had become their want when we slept, cuntslut and prettyprick each tenderly nursing on one of piggash's rubbery teats as they all drifted off to sleep. Whoreprick's pert tits squashed warmly into my own lush udders, and our mouths remained crushed together until we too dropped off into deep sleep.

We were aroused from our slumbers early in the evening by an excited Princess. She herded us into the bathroom and were soon busily washing each other and shampooing our hair. All thoughts of the exhaustion of the previous night were forgotten in the excitement, and anticipation of the evening to come. We had not, as yet, ever visited the Queen's own club, the `Haven of Slaves', and were all looking forward to doing so immensely. This, of course, was not entirely true. I had obviously visited the club before being taken by the agents of the realm, and whoreprick and prettyprick had both attended that establishment as they had both lived in the Kingdom all of their lives. But none of us had been there since we became slaves to the newly crowned Queen.

All the other slaves were dressed in erotically submissive adornments of the most exquisite style. Tits were bare, but sensually decorated to accentuate their beauty and wantonness. Cunt splits had their lips painted, and sexy jewellery hung from the golden rings that pierced them. Pricks were rendered permanently rigid, then decorated to enhance their erotic lewdness. Lewd jewelry hung from nose rings, ear lobes, teats, and adorned necks and wrists. Faces were made up with harlot like lasciviousness, to compliment spike heeled footwear, and smoky stockings. They all looked so sexy that I was envious when my own costume was brought out.

I was to be completely covered in thin black rubber, with only my cock and balls, and the spit of my arse to be left naked. Even my massive tits were to be contained in that sensuous material, even my face. My body was liberally powdered before attendants that Princess had summoned to assist her, worked the rubber suit onto my body. I stood while they worked the suit onto my legs and arms, and encased my torso and tits in it. A full helmet enveloped my head with slits for my eyes, and small breathing holes at my nostrils, and at the centre of my mouth. My hair was drawn through a small hole in the apex of the helmet, then brushed out into a lustrous pony tail.

My feet were shod in patent leather pumps with ridiculously high heels, and it took me a few minutes to get used to walking, and even merely standing, in them. I was required to practice this as the ceremony required that I stand for some of it, rather than being on my knees. I managed to sneak a glance at my bizarrely clad body just before Princess lined us up ready to go down to the garage. I flushed hotly under the tight rubber when I saw what I looked like. The body suit fitted me like a second skin. No feature of my body was disguised by the thin covering. It hugged my huge tits perfectly, even my stiff teats were shown in perfect relief, as though I were black, and my body was still nude, rather than almost entirely clad. The contrast, of course, was my naked prick and balls which stood out starkly against the ebony rubber which hugged them right at the base of the sex cluster. Additionally, there was a strip of white from the base to the top of my arse crack, about an inch wide.

My soft cock twitched as the erotic, bizarre nature of my adornment sunk in to my mind. I willed the shaft to remain limp, however, as I knew that it would be required to stand proud for an extended period during this night. Princess, happy that all our preparations were perfect, led us from the apartment, and down into the basement garage. We were all allowed to walk as she had no desire to risk accidentally marring our appearances un-necessarily by having us crawl. The stretch limousine was already waiting for us when we arrived, and we were allowed to travel with Princess, in the plush cabin of the luxury vehicle. Her Majesty had already left before us.

The big car glided along the road while we all knelt before the seated Princess. The trip was made in total silence. The only thing happening in the cabin was the heightening of out sexual excitement, the closer we got to the city. By the time we arrived, and the car was driven around to the rear of the club, all we slaves were showing the signs of obvious sexual arousal. The pricks of all the males were stiff and hard, and the cunt splits of the females lined with glistening moisture, their girl pricks beginning to show prominently in their sex gashes. Teats, of course, had long since stiffened to throbbing rigidity.

We were shepherded into the club by the attentive Princess, and were soon gathered in the dimly lit rear of the club's stage. I was able to peer out into the club and see that a crowd had already gathered. There was something weird about the crowd, however, there were numerous members of either sex, all dressed sumptuously, and erotically. I recognised a few of the people present, the negro owners of the cafe we frequented, a couple of managers and owners of other establishments, and a few other luminaries I had been exposed to since we returned to the kingdom. His Majesty, of course, was there, accompanied by the normal group of leather clad personal protection men.

Then it hit me, there was not a single slave in evidence. The attendants behind the long bar, and waiting on the guests were all dressed, albeit, erotically. I would have expected, for a celebration that was planned to last deep into the night, that there would have been numerous slaves about, to attend to the sexual needs of the dominants, not to mention, to cater to their sadistic tendencies. I watched as the crowd milled around, talking excitedly together, no doubt discussing what they thought was to come. There was an air of suppressed excitement, and an undertone of wanton expectation among the gathering.

Suddenly the stage was brilliantly lit with a strong spot light. In the centre of that cone of light, and in severe sense depriving bondage, was the near nude body of the new slave, cockswhore. Her arms were encased in the mandatory full length arm binder, and a spreader bar kept her voluptuous thighs well spread. Her waist was enclosed in a tightly laced half corset which savagely constricted her, and caused her soft belly to bulge wantonly, accentuating her enormous naked tits. Plugs taped to her ears obviously denied the slave the ability to hear, leather pads strapped over her eyes denied her sight, and a cock gag kept her mouth widely stretched, and, of course, ensured her silence.

There was something different about the slut on the stage, it only took me a couple of seconds to realise what it was, and then my heart rate picked up in pleasure and excitement. The extravagant teats that capped each of her enormous udders were stiff. Not just merely stiff, but fabulously rigid because the rings that now pierced them each had a large piece of heavy jewellery, beautifully crafted silver replicas of erect cocks complete with shiny metal balls, the prick shafts at least five inches in length, hanging from them but, despite the obvious weight of the lascivious icons, the teats themselves were not bent down in the slightest. However, if this were not ample evidence of the slut's sexual arousal then what greeted my gaze when I dropped it to her splayed open fork certainly was.

Her fork had, of course, been entirely depilated. Not a single hair remained to mar the soft white flesh. Three rings had been inserted in each of her fat outer cunt flaps. Thin silver chains had been looped through each of these rings, and then attached to eyelets embedded in the leather of her half corset. Each chain had been shortened so that those thick outer lips were torn widely apart, and the intimate meat of her cuntal chasm was entirely exposed in every obscene detail. The sheath that had once protected her prominent woman cock had been entirely removed, and the shaft of her feminine sexuality was as stiff as steel, and protruded lewdly from the apex of her wantonly gaping gash. The mouth of her cunt pit gaped obscenely, and cunt cream seeped from the entire length of her lecherously splayed twat, clearly betraying the heights of her carnal stimulation.

It was obvious that the whore bitch, cockswhore, was filled with sexual lust and, given the circumstances in which she found herself, this lust was a direct result of her submission. Even though the woman could hardly have known what her actual situation was at this time, given her total sensory deprivation, I could see that her belly trembled deliciously, and that she appeared to actually be trying, vainly, to thrust her obscenely presented cunt split out in submissive offering to an imagined audience. There could be no doubt that the former domatrix had surrendered, utterly, to her new status as a slave, and was revelling in her humiliation.

The concentration of my mind on the bound slave woman was broken by the arrival of the Queen on the stage. My heart fluttered with adoration at the gorgeous girl's sheer erotic beauty. As seemed to be usual now she favoured a purple leather micro mini and a patent leather halter of the same opulent hue, which struggled gallantly to contain the luscious mounds of her exquisite breasts. The hem of the skirt barely covered her sex, and the bottoms of her glorious bottom cheeks. She wore thigh length boots with spike heels, and patent leather gloves that reached almost up to her armpits. Her beautiful face was carefully made up and her hair beautifully coifed and supporting a bejewelled tiara. In short, she presented a picture of such erotic radiance that it made my heart literally ache with love and adoration.

The regal ruler moved to the centre of the stage, barely glancing at the bound slave, and prepared to address her audience:

"My dear friends," She said. "Thank you for accepting my invitation to witness the submission of the slut at my feet. You will, no doubt, have read the brochure I distributed with your invitations concerning the background to this celebration, and will thus know that I have a personal stake in the subjugation of the whore, as, of course, has my personal slut, cockslut. I expect that you will be treated to a performance of consummate depravity, and abject surrender made even more thrilling by the known background of the low bitch." The Queen then moved off to one side of the stage before continuing with her announcements:

"I know some of you may have been puzzled by my prohibition of slaves for the actual period of this celebration but, be assured, friends, I have not ignored your needs or pleasures in this respect. Once the ritual has been completed, of course, your slaves will be admitted." She then signalled to Princess, still standing in the wings with us. Princess tapped piggash on the shoulder, and the voluptuous slave smiled excitedly, then danced out onto the stage. The wanton slut pranced around the stage shaking her huge soft tits lasciviously, and grinding her hips lustily at the eagerly watching audience. She continued to lewdly flaunt her sluttish charms for the amusement of the watchers for a full minute before subtly moving to the front of the stage, and dropping to her knees. She knelt, spread legged, and with her hands submissively clasped behind her head and continued to display her wanton nudity for them, albeit with slightly less vigour.

Little cuntslut was the next to waltz out into the bright light. The lewd little slut danced around the stage rolling her shoulders wildly and shimmying her lovely big tits erotically at the same time as she rutted her hips with exquisite depravity for the entertainment of the audience. She continued to cavort with sublime obscenity for a few minutes before she too joined her sluttish colleague at the front of the stage. Prettyprick was next to frolic around the stage in a display of wanton depravity, his lovely stiff cock swaying and rutting lecherously all the while, until he knelt next two the females at the edge of the stage.

My adorable whoreprick was the last to go, obviously excited by the prospect of displaying her bizarre sexuality in public again, being the immaculate exhibitionist that I knew she was from prior experience, She danced out into the light and performed a slow, sensuous, and immensely erotic frolic where she caressed the pert mounds of her gorgeous tits while her hips revolved wantonly, and the beautiful stalk of her erect prick swayed slowly and lasciviously for the enjoyment of the eager viewers.

After her time as the centre of attention, which I'm sure she enjoyed immensely she joined the other sluts kneeling at the front of the stage, and all continued to flaunt their gorgeous bodies with flawless depravity. When all four slaves were lined up Her Majesty once again stepped to the centre of the rostrum. "These lewd and lascivious sluts are available for your amusement, folks. They will refuse nothing, and will serve you in any capacity that you may desire, whether it be merely to slake your lusts, or to assuage your dominant instincts with little bouts of punishment. They are all owned by me and so, you may rest assured, they are immaculately trained sex animals with an in-built desire to please that overrides all else in their minds."

The Queen motioned to the four slaves that they were permitted to leave the stage, and to join the audience, even if only to do their duty as pleasure slaves. The four eagerly clambered down from the stage and were all immediately fallen upon by members of the audience. Soon each had a mouthful of dominant penis, or pussy, and were busy worshipping the dominant sex meat while their own sexuality was being mauled, or, as in the case of cuntslut, already being used. I watched as an enormous black penis ploughed deeply into her tight cuntal sleave. Oh how the slaves were going to enjoy this night, I thought, they would revel in being used as sex toys, and they would wallow in submissive heaven when being punished.

Soon after the slaves had joined the crowd the Queen left the stage, which once again was plunged into complete darkness, except for the brilliant beam of light that lit up the captive cockswhore. Princess then supervised my bondage, which was undertaken by two of the King's henchmen. My rubber clad body was strapped to a moveable rack so that I couldn't move a muscle, and my naked cock and balls were presented in utter vulnerability at its front. A small transparent presenter apparatus was strapped to the base of my shaft which, when in place, caused that column of rigid male sexuality to arch straight up from my fork. This was, of course, designed to allow full access to the entire length of my prick without my legs, belly, or crotch area getting in the way.

When they were finished with me the rack I was bound to was wheeled out onto the stage, and positioned in its centre, then anchored in place. At this time the beam illuminating cockswhore was extinguished, and a new one switched on which lit up my lewdly presented cock and balls. Cuntslut was to tell me later that the effect was to present my cock and balls as if they were suspended in a sea of nothingness, the black rubber casing making the rest of my body virtually invisible from the main area of the club. It was an eerie sight, she informed me. She also informed me that it cost my darling whoreprick a savage tit whipping when she was seen to be casting furtive, and adoring glances at my graphically presented prick and nuts when she should have been concentrating solely of the set of testicles her mouth was worshipping while cuntslut, herself, was sucking the Master's penis. Sweet whoreprick, of course, assured me that having her tender tits whipped was a small price to pay for what she had been caught doing, and that she would gladly bear such punishment any time if it meant that she could stare at my cock and balls, she loved then so much.

But, back to the main event. As soon as my sex was lit up the attendants busied themselves freeing cockswhore from her bondage. I was able to see this taking place in the dim light, only because I was so close to the action. Those watching from the gallery would have had no idea what was going on. Even if they did look at the stage all that would greet their curiosity would have been my graphically highlighted sex. I was able to see that cockswhore remained entirely compliant, even after being freed. She merely knelt in almost the same posture that her bondage had held her in while she waited. The only slight difference was that she thrust her crotch out even more lewdly, even though she must have known that no one could see her. I shivered with pleasure at her obviously submissive and deliciously wanton reaction. It was becoming more and more evident that she had been broken completely, and now not only accepted her fate, but embraced it with true submissive delight. I couldn't wait for the celebration to begin.

The attendants left the stage, and the Queen reappeared at the front of the dais where her presence was lit up by another well positioned spotlight. She called for silence, then announced:

"The celebration of the whore's surrender is about to begin people. The rite will be enacted in four separate and distinct phases. The first of these will be the bitch's declaration of her surrender to her new owner, the cock that you have been watching for the past few minutes, for, you see, this perverted harlot is to be owned by a cock, not a person, dominant or submissive. She is not worthy of having a dominant, or even another slave as her owner. She is beneath such a privilege, and I can assure you, the slut knows this only too well, and accepts it willingly. If the cock on display accepts the whore's submission to it, it will signify its acceptance by allowing its balls to release a tiny geyser of their cream. The bitch will then seal her submission by ritually kissing each of the balls, and the tip of the prick."

This first announcement caused a buzz of excitement to erupt amongst the crowd. I saw that a group of four men were using the voluptuous piggash. They had the slave woman laid out on top of one of them, who had laid down on a low table, on her back, with his mighty erection buried to the hilt up her tight, hot arsehole. A second man had his stiff penis plunged into the depths of her flooded cunt pit. The third straddled her belly, and having connected her teat rings, was casually thrusting his enormous erection in and out between her opulent tits. The final man had his rigid cock thrust deeply into her gulping throat. All four were taking their pleasure at a slow languid rate, and the slave was doing her level best to provide them with as much pleasure as she could.

Cuntslut's cute nudity was wedged between two men, one was deeply fucking her young cunt crater, while she eagerly and passionately sucked the penis of the other. Prettyprick was similarly engaged, but with two domatrixes. His head was buried in the crotch of one, and he was lapping ardently at her girl prick while her partner fucked his tight arse pit with a dildo of truly monumental proportions, while she none to gently masturbated his stiff cock. My darling whoreprick knelt between the widely splayed thighs of a huge black man and sucked at his fabulous stiff penis with avid lust while he casually, but never the less, quite brutally lashed her writhing bottom cheeks with a heavy leather strap. The Queen continued with her announcements:

"The second phase will involve the whore, always assuming the cock has accepted her as its servile chattel, in submitting her slack cunt chasm to her new owner. Once again the cock will allow her this privilege only if it spurts its little geyser of recognition. When, and if it does, the lucky animal will use her wanton cunt hole to pleasure the prick to completion. This submission will then be repeated, except that on this occasion the harlot will pledge her tight arse pit to her owner, and, if accepted, will use it to pleasure her owner to completion once again."

The watchers' excitement grew with each new, and more depraved disclosure by the Queen. I must admit that my obscenely displayed cock throbbed in anticipation of the pleasure to come, and it was taking all of my concentration to prevent it from prematurely discharging little surges of ball cream. Her Majesty came to the end of her revelations with the climax of the depraved celebration:

"The fourth, and final act of submission will involve the slut in dedicating her mouth to her new owner. When this surrender has been accepted she will use her mouth to clean the prick of the refuse of both her cunt and arse pits, then to suck it to completion to fully debase herself before its magnificence. After the bitch has drank from the balls, she will be installed in the slaves' bathroom to begin what will be her sole duty for the rest of her life, that of attending to slaves when their owners permit such activities. Such duties might include:

.Sucking clean ravaged slave cunt and arse pits.

.Sucking clean slave pricks after they have been used in any form of fucking.

.Drinking slave golden champagne, should a dominator wish to reward a slave by allowing this.

.Sucking slave cock or cunt off to completion should a slave be rewarded in such a fashion.

.Surrendering her arse pit to slave cock, dildo, or fist if dominants allow their slaves such relief, or privilege.

.Offering any part of her slave carcass for cruel punishment should a dominator reward a slave by allowing it to experience the joy of inflicting punishment on another slave.

Over at the bar there are numerous plaques that I have had made up to signify these activities, plus many more that I haven't mentioned. There are also blank ones on which a dominant may specify a service that might not be covered, and you are encouraged to use your imaginations to the fullest in dreaming up acts of exquisite depravity and perversion for the whore to perform for, or on your slaves. Her cunt pit, however, will always remain locked up. Access to it is reserved for her Master exclusively. Slaves will take the chosen plaque with them and present it to the bitch to inform her of her duty. Your slaves are to report any adverse reaction by the whore, no matter how insignificant, to management. In addition to the countless punishments the slave will earn throughout her service, she will, once per month, be subjected to public punishment. Such punishments are to be inflicted by guests of the club, and you may register to be part of these events with management."

Her Majesty paused for a few seconds, as if jogging her memory to see if she had forgotten anything. While she was silent I noted that cockswhore's arse slabs were now rolling lasciviously, and that her chest and massive tits were visibly rising and falling, betraying clear evidence that her servile lusts were growing with each announcement of her cruel and lecherous fate. "I think I've covered everything, my friends. So let's get this show under way!"

The Queen climbed down from the stage, and took up her position on a specially set up throne. The crowd fell silent, even pausing in their depraved use of the Queen's slaves, in anticipation of the coming entertainment. The lights in the main viewing area dipped until it became difficult for me to see anything at all other than in my immediate surroundings. Then a brilliant spotlight lit up the kneeling cockswhore. She reacted immediately by clasping her hands behind her head, and rutting her hips wildly, flaunting her obscenely exhibited cunt split, and shaking her tits sensuously for the amusement of her audience.

After performing licentiously for a few seconds the panting slut seemed to take a deep breath and then began to speak:

"Divine, adored, utterly venerated Majesty, and utterly revered Masters and Mistresses, I am the immaculately depraved, and consummately debauched harlot bitch, cockswhore. I know, sacred Majesty, that this lewd cavorting heap of servile nudity that I am privileged to flaunt so perversely for your glory is unworthy of being submitted to, and owned by a glorious dominant, or even the basest of slaves! I am filled with servile joy and happiness that you, most benevolent of rulers, worshipped Majesty, have permitted me to offer my disgraced carcass to a mighty, and omnipotent slave cock. To be permitted to be owned by a slave cock is beyond my most fervent hopes and dreams!" The slave squealed with panting servile excitement, and utterly debased submissiveness. She then turned her cavorting nudity slightly so that she faced my enormous, visibly throbbing, achingly stiff prick:

"Oh mighty, and eternally worshipped slave cock, I beg you from the bottom of my heart and from the depths of my soul, accept me, this utterly lewd and wantonly depraved carcass that I am, as your slave, your chattel, your obscene slut, and your eternally adoring possession! Oh please! Please! Please! revered slave cock, grant me a sign that you accept me as your lust crazed servile serf!" The wallowing slave cried, her voice betraying a sense of longing that was remarkable. For my part, it had been all that I could do to stop my prick, standing do stiff and proud, from spurting inadvertently anyhow, and it was with some relief, albeit tenuous, as I had to control it, that I allowed a small gush of cream to squirt from its flared tip. The tiny stream of juice rose up to a height of about four inches above the tip, then splashed down onto the cock head, and began to slowly drip down the throbbing stem. The slave was beside herself with elation joy at this signal that her surrender had been accepted, and she squealed out her joy:

"Oh worshipped, adored, and utterly idolised Master slave cock, owner of my perverse heart, lord of me degenerate soul, and possessor of my obscene carcass, you have filled me with joy and happiness by accepting my debased being as you personal property. I display my submission to your glorious being with utter devotion and supreme jubilation!" The slave cried, then craned her face forward, and pressed her lips devoutly to each of my swollen balls in turn. Then she began to slowly kiss her way up the length of my pulsating shaft. While her devoted lips moved, inch by inch up the pole of lust she began to lewdly undulate her arse slabs, and shimmy her tits. The closer to the tip of my prick she got the wilder and more lecherously she strutted her depravity until, when she finally had her warm full lips pressed firmly onto the tip of my aching cock, her obscene gyrations were so untamed that the silver pricks hanging from her swinging teats were audibly clashing together.

With an obvious heart rending wrench the slave woman managed to tear her lips from the tip of my prick. The full lips shone with a coating of my ball cream, but the slave withstood the yearning to clean them with her tongue, and thus savour, fully the erotic savour of my virile sex elixir. She had other submissions to make before being permitted to feast her yearning degenerate belly on such succulent sustenance. She turned her kneeling, shuddering nudity again until she faced the audience. Her thighs were flung wide, and she reached down into her fork, thrust her fingers into her pouting cunt pit mouth, and tore the orifice open even further, until it gaped with consummate obscenity:

"This obscene cunt pit once denied access to the cocks of slaves. Now it is owned by a Master that is a slave cock. This raunchy cunt crater that once believed itself above pleasuring submissive prick now exists solely to do so, and yearns hauntingly to pleasure its Master, slave cock. Every nerve ending, every sinew, every muscle in this obscenely drooling cunt cavity is dedicated exclusively to visiting pleasure on its supreme Master, slave cock!" The acutely aroused slave woman then turned back to my cock, and begged with a pleading voice, "Oh, divine Master slave cock, I beg you with all my heart, and my depraved, obscene twat implores you with all its being, permit the devoted cunt pit to please your magnificent length. I vow that my harlot cunt pit will toil ceaselessly, and untiringly, to visit the most exquisite of pleasure on your magnificence. Please, sacred Master slave cock. Please permit my fawning cuntal sleave to worship you, to please you! I beg you!"

Watching the whore perform so immaculately obscenely made my acceptance of her depraved pleas a joy, and soon a spurt of cream flew from the tip of my aching prick with such force that instead of coming down on the head of my cock it splashed down onto one of cockswhore's huge tits. This drew a leer of obscene satisfaction to the whore's face to accompany the haunted yearning shining in her eyes. The craving bitch rose to her feet and turned to face the audience while she straddled my standing cock. She lowered her splayed open fork until the hot, wet flesh of her cuntal orifice closed over the head of my cock. The slut then withdrew her hands and returned then to the back of her head. She shimmied her whole body lewdly while she allowed her hips to drop, and my aching pole of lust oozed into the incredibly hot, and elastically tight tube of her cunt. The whore dropped until her hungry cunt tunnel had enveloped my entire length, and was squeezing it with an insane rhythm that threatened to have it spitting out its ecstasy in record time.

I gathered my wits about me, knowing instinctively that my Queen would be expecting me to make the harlot work, before surrendering to my own pleasure. I willed my cock to slow its pulsations while the whore's cunt plunged up and down on it with exquisite slowness, its velvety muscles squeezing the pole with utterly ecstatic skill. I'll say one thing, cockswhore's cunt is certainly supremely talented when it comes to fucking a cock. I don't know whether it was always so, or was now only as a result of the Queen's trainers, but, despite my own fabulously honed ability to control my reactions to sexual stimulation, by the time a half an hour of this astonishing sexual torture had been visited on my throbbing shaft I could no longer contain myself, and my prick exploded in the depths of cockswhore's writhing hole, flooding it with a veritable ocean of boiling man juice. She never ceased her pleasing pistoning until her vice like hole had milked every drop from my aching balls. Then she drew herself up fully, and her ecstatic cunt pit finally surrendered its grip on my sated cock.

The ecstatic harlot collapsed back down onto her knees, flaunting her cunt split, now dribbling as much of my thick hot cock cream as it did the slut's spicy twat juice, at the watchers with continued, indeed increased depraved lasciviousness. At the same time she squealed out her gratitude to her owner, my stiff, throbbing prick, for allowing her lewd cunt pit to pleasure it. Once she had come down from her depraved peak, and had better control of her faculties, cockswhore turned away from the main room, and waved her voluptuous bare arse mounds lewdly at the audience.

She reached her hands back behind her, and tore the shapely mounds apart savagely, baring the tight, hot ring of her already palpitating arsehole. The whore, her lust again un-containable, squealed out her servile yearning in perverted jubilation:

"This obscene arse crater, like the lecherous cunt pit before it, has never been honoured by being permitted to pleasure slave cock. It considered itself above such joy. Now, having been taught its vile, odious denial was incomprehensible to my submissive brain, the harlot crevasse craves the invasion of hot, hard, manly slave prick with every fibre of its being. The sluttish hole exists in a state of constant longing to be stretched, and filled with gorgeous slave prick, so that it might dedicate its existence to bringing the most exquisite of pleasures to each and every cruel invader!" The lewd slut then turned herself back towards my standing cock, still shining lewdly with the issue if her cunt split, with its balls, already aching savagely again with regenerated need, despite their recent shedding, and then continued with her utterly obscene dissitation:

"Oh divine, and absolutely adulated Master slave cock, possessor of my slave being, I implore you to grant me the unrivalled blessing of permitting my absolutely depraved and craving arse pit to visit pleasure of the most delicious kind imaginable on you. My eternally worshipped Master slave cock, my arse ring yearns to be violently stretched open by your magnificence. Please! Please!" Adored Master slave cock, make this slut's degenerate heart pound with happiness, by allowing her to rape her obscene arse pit on your magnificence. I promise, adored Master, that my arse tunnel will exist purely for your pleasure for ever!"

It took no real effort on my part to signify that I would allow the whore to fuck her own brains out on my prick, and the mandatory geyser of prick cream spurted from the tip of my throbbing pole of lust. An adoring smile of servile lust, on the face of the slave, accompanied this tiny eruption, and she was on her feet almost before the cream splashed down onto the cock tip, lubricating it even more for its imminent journey into the depths of hot, tight, and utterly servile arse pit.

The lust crazed slave beamed with licentious elation at the sight of the signal to proceed. She almost leapt to her feet and faced the rapt audience, such was her eagerness to surrender to her depraved needs. She spread her full thighs wide, and straddled my rearing prick stalk. Her hips dropped until the slimy head of my cock was brought into full contact with the hard muscled ring of her arsehole, her hands having lewdly tore the slabs of her arse apart as soon as she had positioned her body for the drop. The excited whore began to thrust her crotch down hard, attempting to accommodate the cock she craved. It was not that easy, of course, it was almost certain that cockswhore had never before attempted to introduce anything anywhere near as large as my huge cock into her tight arse tunnel.

Soon her little cries of anguish were clearly audible as her efforts to take my cock intensified. I could feel the tight ring of her arsehole mouth stretch open, and close excruciatingly tightly around the head of my cock. The harlot wriggled her arse about in an attempt to facilitate the longed for invasion. Her pants and grunts became ever more pained as she bore down with all her strength. Her arse pout was so tight that it was actually causing pain to my cock head, and was almost causing my rock hard cock shaft to actually bend. I was beginning to believe that the whore's arse ring was going to be just too small to accommodate my prick when it surrendered, and the fat swollen head of my aching cock plunged inside the hot arse tunnel of the ecstatic cockswhore.

The sweating slave thrust her hips down with even more force, and the length of my pulsating shaft disappeared up her arse chute exquisitely slowly, inch after inch until she had, incredibly, taken it all. I stared at the stretched open mouth of her arsehole and marvelled that it had not physically torn under the brutal assault. My cock felt incredible, caught in the grip of an incredibly tight, and unbelievable hot vice of rippling flesh. Cockswhore, her chest heaving and her mouth gasping for breath, began to almost imperceptibly roll her arse cheeks as soon as her mind would allow her to accept what she had just inflicted on her own body.

The wriggling of her hips became steadily more vigorous as her arse pit came to terms with the savagery of its violation. The scrunched up look on her face also softened as both the pain, and the sheer tightness of her impalement eased, until it was replaced with a leering grin of sheer depravity. Once she had reached this level of acceptance of her defilement the whore slowly raised her hips, and this time inch after inch of my pounding prick emerged from the tight tunnel until only the thick swollen head remained in its hot embrace. Once this had been achieved cockswhore let her hips drop once again, and the throbbing shaft vanished into the writhing arse pit.

More and more cockswhore's pain transformed itself into pleasure the quicker she fucked her hot arse pit on my mighty prick stalk. Tiny shrieks of ecstasy began to erupt from her lewdly leering lips, while her hips were soon literally flying up and down, and my throbbing cock flashed out of her churning chasm, only to be enveloped in its hot depths yet again an instant later. The whore not only raised her arse up and allowed it to plunged down, but also revolved her voluptuous cheeks around in depraved abandon. It soon became obvious that the hot bitch was climaxing through the ferocity of her self arse raping. Hot sex cream flowed from her still obscenely splayed cunt split in rivers of depraved debauchery. Her arse ring squeezed my pistoning pole of lust with such feral force that I was no longer capable of controlling it, and huge gushes of ball juice poured from it tip to bath the walls of the ever churning ares tube. I spurted over and over until the sloppy sounds of my cock still pistoning in and out of the sloppy hole were clearly, and degradingly audible to all who witnessed the depraved performance.

Only when she knew for certain that my prick had ceased to spew did cockswhore tear her ravaged arse ring from my it, and then prostrated her sweating nudity before my still stiff, aching stalk. The pole of lust was now coated with fresh ball juice, but this time juice with a distinct brownish tinge. I watched as cockswhore's nostrils twitched at the raunchy aroma that my prick now exuded. The submissive whore, rather than shying away from the raunchy smell, breathed it deeply into her lungs, and savoured the reeking aroma with servile joy. She actually moved her nose closer to the dripping prick so that its stench was more accessible to her senses, and continued to sniff deeply for a couple of minutes. She then turned slightly so that she faced the audience once again. She had her final submission to complete, and this one was going to be the most demeaning of the three for the whore, for it involved her worshipping my reeking cock with her sluttish lips and tongue, and then sucking the prick to the spitting climax that would permit her to be able to drink from my balls. She took a deep breath and began her obscene supplication:

"This lewd tongue, these depraved lips, and this craving throat have never worshipped sublime slave cock before. In my old existence I considered my haughty mouth above pleasuring slave cock. Now I know better! I know that my lips and tongue should have been dedicated solely to the marvellous task of visiting the most exquisite of pleasure on glorious slave cock from the very first second of my life. I now realise that my throat exists to feel the incomparable sensations of hot, thick slave cock head stretching it open and, above all other joys, the unparalleled bliss of gulping down the succulent cream that slave balls might honour me by spewing into it! I yearn to suck slave cock! I long to feast on succulent slave ball cream! My mouth surrenders to a an existence where the sucking, worshipping, and draining of slave prick is its sole reason for being!"

The panting slave then turned again so that her kneeling nudity, shuddering with acutely submissive sexual arousal, again faced my aching cock stalk. The lewd harlot then continued her self debasing, and obscene dissitation:

"Oh fabulously adored Master slave cock, I long to surrender my lips, tongue, and craving gullet to your grandeur! My lips and tongue yearn to be permitted to worship your glorious splendour! My craving gullet longs to be filled with the sacred issue of you incomparable nuts! My degenerate belly yearns to be filled with that luscious elixir! Please, please, please! Adored Master slave cock, allow your utterly servile whore's utterly depraved and immaculately submissive mouth to worship, adore, and most of all to pleasure you as it was born to do!"

I somehow forced my excited, and acutely stimulated prick to make the slave continue to debase herself with consummate depravity, and to beg and plead to be permitted to suck it off for many minutes before I finally allowed it to spurt its small geyser to signify its acceptance of her abject surrender. The look of perfect happiness that radiated from cockswhore's eyes when the juice spattered was something to behold. Her mouth gaped open, and her lascivious tongue shot out almost immediately and, with a shriek of submissive ecstasy, she allowed it to sweep over the juice laden head of my throbbing prick. She lapped up and down the pulsating shaft over and over expressing utter joy at the privilege she had been granted.

The elated harlot lapped and laved at my shaft with devoted joy for what must have been five minutes before her lust crazed mind could no longer resist the delight of sucking it into her adoring mouth. I revelled in the knowledge of the depths to which the previously haughty woman had descended. I could not believe that it was the same woman who had delighted in denying me such pleasurable acts for so long, and with such cruel satisfaction. My cock leapt with pleasure when her hot wet mouth closed over its profusely leaking tip, and her head dropped, her lips descending down my throbbing length until almost its entirety had disappeared into her worshipping mouth and her taste buds must have been overwhelmed with the sheer depravity of her own arse seasoning, and the residue of ball cream that had so completely coated it after her arse rape. I felt the head of my cock enter her gulping throat to be exquisitely massaged by the soft muscles located there.

The humiliated slave sucked on my cock with consummate passion, as though her mouth was born to pleasure cock. Her agile tongue teased my pulsating length with single minded devotion. Her throat swallowed it like a staving waif. Cockswhore sucked me passionately, driving her working mouth up and down on me until my shaft throbbed and pulsed with sexual ecstasy, and it took every ounce of my renowned control to stop my balls from exploding in orgasm. I forced the cock adoring harlot to suck and suck, ensuring that the rapt audience saw her debase herself utterly, to her slavish being.

Her mouth drew me ever closer to the explosion that I would soon be unable to delay any longer. My prick began to jerk, out of control, and my breath came in wheezing gasps as the pleasure consumed me utterly. Then I could no longer contain myself, and my pleasure soaked prick exploded in ecstasy. Stream after stream of boiling cock cream poured from the tip of my erupting cock, and flooded the delighted harlot's gulping throat. She swallowed my gushing sex juice as though it were the most delicious repast she had ever partaken of. She drank it all in a fit of depraved sexual submission.

Her mouth took on all the aspects of a vacuum cleaner. She was determined to milk my writhing balls completely dry. Her lips crushed my spasming shaft, ensuring that every drop of my issue was squeezed from it, and her throat continued to swallow long after my balls had surrendered all they had to give. It was with a look of sheer despair that the whore finally allowed her mouth to release my sated, utterly drained prick. Her eyes shone with a mixture of pure happiness, tinged with an acute sense of loss once her mouth had released the clean shaft, still somehow hard and standing proudly. I marvelled at the capacity of my cock to withstand such pleasure while still remaining stimulated, and revelled in the powers of unbridled virility that I had been endowed with in the realm.

Cockswhore resumed her position, kneeling in front of my cock. Her tongue lasciviously licked her lips cleaning them of the small amount of ball cream that had managed to escape her mouth while I climaxed into it. It was obvious that her submissive being had adored her ultimate humiliation, and she was totally at peace with her submissive surrender. The Queen mounted the stage after a few minutes and announced:

"Well, my friends, the surrender of the new whore to her new Master was certainly total, and entertaining, I'm sure you'll admit. For the rest of the night she will remain on her knees before her Master, and display her immaculate adoration of it. Whenever the fancy takes the obscene slut she will be permitted to voice her submission to her Master, and to demonstrate that submission, and worshipping adoration in the time honoured manner. You may visit the stage to watch and listen to her perform at any time you wish." The Queen leant a long cane up against cockswhore's bulging arse cheeks and continued, "Should the inclination take you, you are encouraged to use this lovely cane on the whore's fat arse slabs, but I would remind you that if you do so, you are to be utterly pitiless. The lewd bitch knows that she deserves to suffer, and, I suspect, yearns to be punished with the utmost of cruelty."

Just before she left the stage the Queen added, "Your slaves are now permitted to join you. I'm sure that my little whores have been most diligent in catering to your lusts over the period of the submission of the harlot, but now we need more variety in our pleasures, not to mention having enough lust crazed submissive meat for all of us to play with without the inconvenience of having to wait our turn." She then dropped down from the stage. Cockswhore immediately began to verbally adore my cock, and to devotedly press her lips to it from time to time in complete submissive adulation.

A number of nude slave of both sexes began to appear, and were soon engaged in serving the dominants. Most were involved in providing for the pleasure of the dominants, but some were already submitting their bodies to various punishments. A general orgy of unbridled sexual lust was soon underway. Cockswhore's arse cheeks were subjected to brutal caning almost from the beginning, but despite the pain and suffering she endured her adoration, both verbally and physically continued without pause. The orgy lasted well into the small hours of the morning until, eventually, sheer physical exhaustion overtook both dominants and slaves.

When all the guests had finally left cockswhore was handed over into the care of the club's manager. She was to live on the premises so that she was always available for her service in the slaves' bathroom. I was freed from my bondage, and allowed to stretch my cramped muscles before our group finally left for home.