Best sex slave ever 4

Sight deprivation made her other senses soar and she relaxed her bottom when she felt something hard touch it. It felt like a paddle and when it left her bare bottom, she was ready for the impact. Hans did not disappoint her. The hard leather instrument exploded onto her upturned behind with such force that she yelped as much from the suddenness as she did from the powerful jolt . The hard leather was wide enough to cover both cheeks at once and when Hans handed the paddle to one of the other dominants, Marcie felt another devastating blow. Including Hans and Hilda there were eight dominants–four Doms and four Dommes– in all and they each took a turn spanking Marcie’s bottom, one spank at a time until the sex-slave’s entire well-rounded bottom was bright red. Poor Marcie had received about sixty spanks by the time they were done. 

Her initiation done, Marcie was compelled by Hans to kneel at the feet of each dominant and thank each one for her spanking. She was then to rise to her feet and give each one a hug. Even though her cherry red bottom seared, she smiled broadly feeling she’d been accepted by the group. 

The evening then progressed with each Master and Mistress making good use of Hans’ splendid dungeon. Mistress Grace chained slave kyle up by his wrists and she and Mistress Hilda double teamed him. Grace stood behind him with a hard wooden paddle and was spanking him repeatedly while Hilda stood in front of his naked body and was whipping his cock with a short coarse haired flogger. When Grace whacked his butt, he would thrust his pelvis forward where Hilda would lash his swollen male member. They kept this up for quite a while and from the looks of kyle’s hard-on, he was enjoying it. 

Master Michael had his female slave tethered face forward to the St. Andrews cross where he whipped every inch of her back, buttocks and thighs. Then she was turned around and nipple clamps were put in place as well as metal clamps to her pussy lips. She was then lashed down the front of her body, including breasts, inner thighs and pussy. 

Yelps and cries were prevalent throughout the room. When one scene stopped another would take it’s place. 

Marcie, for her part, was kept kneeling with her hands bound behind her in one corner of the dungeon. Any dominant, male or female who wished to be sucked off could make use of her availed mouth. They indeed took full advantage of the situation, using the sex-slave to their utter content. Cries of carnal gratification mixed with shrieks of anguish throughout the crowded room. 

Hilda was having a ball. After she finished whipping kyle’s cock, she borrowed one of the male dominant’s female slaves and suspended her by her wrists. After stuffing a butt plug up her ass, the tall Domme placed nipple clamps on and put weights on the chain connecting the metal clamps. She then shoved a ten inch dildo with a large wide head into her sopping pussy. Inch by inch she jammed the plastic cock in until only the wide base was showing. A riding crop was then used on the insides of her spread thighs, which were held apart by a spreaderbar. The red head cried out after each swat which intermingled with the rest of the crescendo of voices that echoed around the walls of this room. 

Scenes such as this continued for hours. People wandered in and out of the dungeon all night, while mingling with each other in the livingroom. Jubilant laughter and painful cries mixed together throughout the evening. Hans even made available some other rooms in the house that could be used by anyone who wanted to have a private session. 

Then Hans announced a special surprise and for everyone to report to the dungeon. After all the guests filed into this special room, the host of the evening called his sex-slave, Marcie and his second cousin, Hilda together. He had not told either of them of his plans. He looked at Hilda, who returned the glance with her nose held high. 

“I think it is time Hilda that we show these people what a good slave you can be.” 

Her face went ashen as she heard what Hans was saying. It was true that she was also Hans’ slave at times, but she was caught completely off guard and she really didn’t know what to say. 

“Yes, slave Hilda, I think it’s high time you get the balance you sorely need,” he said calmly. 

The tall blonde had no recourse. She did, after all, come here originally to be his sex-slave just as Marcie has done. Since she was his second cousin, there could be no charge of incest. 

Hans continued. “Hilda, I want you to strip naked immediately!” His eyes pierced her brain and she slowly began divesting herself of her clothing until she, totally disconcerted, stood there bare naked, with her lemon shaped breasts sticking out proudly and her neatly shaped pussy mound showing prominently. Some gasps could be heard from some guests, for this was a totally unexpected turn of events. 

Hans then looked at Marcie. “You have been such a delight as my sex-slave the past couple days, I’m going to give you a treat.” 

“Yes Master,” Marcie replied in a confused tone. 

“How many times has Hilda spanked and whipped you in the past few days?” 

“I–I don’t know M–Master,” she answered nervously. 

“Would you like to get even?” He asked with raised eyebrows. Their was some murmuring among the guests. 

“Well, I–I don’t know Master.” 

His eyes then focused on hers. “Do you remember our conversation earlier today?” 

“Y–Yes Master.” 

“About not embarrassing me!” 

“Y–Yes Master.” 

“I want you to whip Hilda!” 

Her eyes narrowed. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She feared, however, if she refused he would turn her away and she really wanted to remain his slave. She also was cognizant of the fact that Hilda could exact retribution on her when Hans was at work. All of this permeated her brain. She had to decide quickly. 

Marcie looked directly at the handsome, noble faced German. “Yes Master.” 

Hilda didn’t know what to think. Hans was going to let his sex-slave, a woman who his cousin had lorded over, whip her. Hilda was indeed appalled but what could she do? Hans was right, she did need the balance. But to be whipped in front of these people by someone who was supposed to be her subordinate was truly mind boggling. She could refuse, but the consequences of that action could be worse. 

Hilda held her head up and spoke. “Very well, how do you want me?” 

“Walk over to the chains!” Hans spoke tersely. When she complied he put leather cuffs on each wrist and raised each one high in the air, attaching each cuff to a link in the chain. Her back was facing the center of the room and Hans put a spreaderbar in place between her ankles forcing her legs wide. 

The onlookers gave him plenty of room as he walked over to where his toys hung on the pegboard. He took down a black four-foot long flogger. He walked over to where a nervous Marcie stood. “Feel the handle,” he said as he put it into her hand. It felt smooth as she fingered the menacing looking implement. Then he led her over to where Hilda’s naked body hung in suspension. “This is how you use this.” He then pulled his arm back and brought all thirteen tails across Hilda’s bare back. She stiffened but didn’t let out a cry. “Watch closely,” he said authoritatively as he repeated the first action, which resulted in another set of red stripes across his slave’s back. 

“You do it!” He commanded as he handed Marcie the whip. Her long blonde hair swung around as she gripped the smooth handle. She stood behind Hilda just as Hans did and measured the distance. Slowly she brought back her bare arm and brought the tails forward with a snap of the wrist right across Hilda’s back. 

“That’s it!” Hans encouraged as Hilda arched her back trying to relieve the shooting pain. The naked Marcie once again brought her arm back and cracked Hilda this time across her buttocks. A moan was emitted from the other naked woman’s lips and the crowd began to urge Marcie on. Over and over, Hans’ sex-slave whipped the woman who had lorded over her those days while Hans was at work. By now the shorter blonde was really getting into it, reveling with Hilda’s cries of anguish. Hilda’s back, buttocks and thighs knew the sting of Marcie’s lashes. Finally when Hans had determined that the taller woman had taken enough, he told Marcie to stop. 

But Hilda was not quite though yet. Hans instructed Marcie to lie on her back with her legs spread wide. Hilda was made to kneel between those splayed legs. 

Hans then addressed Marcie. “How many times have you sucked Hilda’s pussy?” 

Marcie tried to count back. “Maybe ten times Master.” 

Hans smiled lasciviously. “Very well then. Slave Hilda, you will suck Marcie’s pussy until she comes ten times!” 

“Yes Master,” Hilda replied softly as she knelt submissively. 

Hilda recalled that first time she saw Marcie naked and how she commented about her neatly trimmed pussy. Little did she know that she’d be in this position, having been reduced to a slave by her domineering cousin. 

“Come on slave, get to it!” Hans ordered. 

Hilda, hesitantly, leaned over so she could bring her mouth down to where Marcie’s pussy laid wide open. Since her wrists were cuffed behind her, she couldn’t balance herself with her arms. She hadn’t eaten a pussy since her college days, but it was like riding a bike, once you learned how do it. First she licked around the sensitive lips, causing Marcie to moan in ecstacy. Then Hans spoke again. He gave Mistress Grace and Master Michael whips. He instructed the dominant duo to whip Hilda’s back and buttocks until Marcie came. The bent over Hilda began licking and slurping faster. Marcie was in heaven. Grace and Michael rained lash after lash which had Hilda yelping into Marcie’s pussy. Hilda found the little sensitive nub and drove the panting Marcie into an absolutely ferocious orgasm. 

But that was only her first orgasm. She had nine more coming. While she laid there, she recalled how Hilda made her suck her pussy that morning in the shower. She hardly felt sorry for her. 

“Keep sucking!” Hans ordered. Then the man of the house told Master Grace and Master Michael to cease. Instead, he looked down at Hilda’s inviting buttocks which was sticking up in the air as she continued to suck Marcie’s pussy. He told one of the female submissives to hold Hilda’s butt cheeks open, which revealed her tight anus. Hans then had each dominant line up behind her. All of the Doms brought out their hard cocks. Each Domme strapped on a strap-on. One by one they each fucked Hilda’s asshole. One would push in and pump her. Then he or she would pull out and another person took his or her place. Meanwhile, Hilda kept sucking Marcie’s pussy while the now delirious sex-slave had one orgasm after another. The Masters and Mistresses kept on fucking Hilda’s rear passage. It was almost like a production line. Then finally one of the men came, pouring his semen deep into Hilda’s ass. By that time Marcie had come eight times. 

Then it was Hans’ turn. He pulled out his long thick cock and mounted Hilda’s rear. Slowly and steadily he inched his swollen member into her now loosened ass. When he was totally impaled, he began fucking her in earnest. Hilda shrieked and slurped. Marcie came for the ninth time. But Hans was not done. He felt the juices in his balls rumbling as he kept fucking Hilda’s ass. 

Then Marcie shrieked again. She came for the tenth time at just the same time Hans bellowed and released his juice deep into Hilda’s ass. 

Finally Hans pulled out and left the poor used Hilda lying on the floor in the dungeon as the rest of his guests filed out. 

“What a party!” Master Michael boasted as he led his naked slave out the front door. “You going to have another one of these next month?” He asked. 

“Yes, one a month,” Hans replied with a smile. Each of the guests thanked him with a firm handshake as they led their slaves out to the car. Kyle was still in his bikini panties. 

“I’ll be back,” Mistress Grace mouthed softly as she gave Hans a big hug. 

Then finally all the invitees left. Hans went back down to the dungeon. Marcie was sound asleep on her back on the floor. Hilda was in agony. She’d never been butt fucked like that in her life and her tongue was swollen from having sucked Marcie’s pussy so many times. She felt totally used. 

Hans assisted her, as she wobbled to her feet, and hugged her lovingly. “You took a lot tonight. Are you okay?” 

“Yes Master!” 

“Why don’t we take our sex-slave up to bed,” he said pointing with his chin to the now snoring Marcia. “Tomorrow will be another day.” 

“Yes Master.” 

To Be Continued...