Taken

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

This chapter contains scenes that some people may find hard to read. If you don't want to know what the boy has to go through today, skip ahead. Remember, this is all fantasy and I don't condone violence or non-consensual stuff.  Don't worry though: Every hero needs adversity or there would be nothing to overcome. 

The next four or five days were largely uneventful.

I generally had two or three clients each day and I fell into a routine. I could already barely remember what I would have been doing if I wasn’t being sold daily to pay my grandfather’s debt. I still didn’t enjoy the thought of being pimped out, but most of my clients were finished within minutes and it wasn’t exactly difficult work. I had forgotten the rough session with the four older men of only a few nights ago and I had put out of my mind the prospect of further abuse, mostly because it hadn’t happened yet. The main thing for me was that I felt wanted and that my efforts to be ‘good’ were recognised. And more and more I enjoyed being a little slut.

The day after my trip outdoors I had three clients. Each of them came upstairs to what I now thought of as “my room”. All three seemed in awe of my body. All of three had me bend over the bed while they slipped in small cocks and fucked me. They were all in and out in seconds, literally. The guy who came to see me in the evening had come before he even had all of his cock inside me. Still, they all appeared to leave happy. Master had teased me that I was too hot for them, something I had secretly loved to hear.

My relationship with Master had gone from strength to strength. He seemed to enjoy teasing me and played around when no-one else was in the room and he was always complimentary about me. Our conversations were the highlight of my day and I wished his visits were longer. I got the sense that he really liked me and he treated me less and less like a slave and more like a friend. Well, a friend with benefits. He was obsessed with asking me if I was okay and checking to see whether I was enjoying what I was doing. He seemed to really want me to like being fucked by his clients and to take enjoyment from it. Whatever his reasons I was becoming more and more certain that he didn't want me to feel like a captive slave. I was even beginning to wonder what would happen if I told him I hated it. It was just idle speculation on my part, though. I did enjoy it, even the crappy sex. It made me feel all the things that I hadn't felt before. For that brief period I was hot, cute, sexy, and most of all I was wanted.

The second and third days were much the same. The only difference was that one of the guys was older and wanted a lot of photographs. He had me pose a lot, mostly nude, some with him touching me. He was in great shape and I was hoping he was going to be good but sadly when it came to the deed he just bent me over the bed and dove straight in. That was just over 70 seconds of action. I know because I counted.

On the fourth day Master seemed very busy and frustrated but I didn’t know with what. I had tried to make conversation when I saw him in the morning. He snapped at me which almost broke my heart. He apologised ten minutes later, which obviously he didn’t have to do as he was the Master and I was the slave boy. He seemed genuine and he held me tight. After that he seemed to be avoiding me.

At the end of the fourth day, Master came up to see me with a younger guy. He was a bit overweight and was puffing and panting from the walk up all the flights of stairs. At first I thought this was a late client, but thankfully Master corrected me. “This is Mister Connor” he said. I need to go away for a couple days, so Mister Connor here will manage you. You refer to him as Mister Connor and you do what he says. Mister Connor will remain here permanently as my schedule means that I may need to travel around at short notice. Remember the rules”. That was his code for ‘remember you’re a slave’. I had no time to ask any questions or even respond, as Master turned and walked away immediately. I said “Yes Master” quietly, more out of habit than anything. I didn't understand what had changed and I was disappointed.

Later in the evening of the fifth day Mister Connor paid a visit. I had seen a couple of clients during the day but my interaction with Mister Connor had been minimal. He looked at me, hands on hips. “You need to come down to the kitchen tomorrow. Your first client is at breakfast. Next is late afternoon or early evening. Only two tomorrow. I’ll get you when it’s time.” And he too walked away.

The sixth day after my outdoor trip dawned with grey skies and heavy rain. I was woken early by Mister Connor. I had been having an amazing dream about one of the guys from the hilltop, the middle guy. Lately I had been thinking a lot about him. All things considered I thought he was just about the perfect fuck. I still craved Master’s large, hard cock of course, but everything about that young man turned me on. Besides, I thought, if Master is going to ignore me I'll have a fantasy of my own.

Mister Connor stood over me, asking me what I would do next. He told me he was testing me but I was getting the impression that he was new at all this and wasn’t really sure. I told him I would shower and “get ready”. I asked if he wanted me to wait here, or to come downstairs. He said I should go straight to the kitchen. I asked if I should go down naked or whether he had something special for me to wear. I wouldn’t usually ask, because Master would always tell me when he issued instruction. I probably shouldn’t have spoken, but I wasn’t about to parade around nude unless instructed to do so. Mister Connor looked like a lightbulb had gone off. He said “oh! Yeah! Hang on!” And he shuffled off downstairs. He returned, red faced and panting, minutes later. He passed me a bundle of clothes and said he’d see me in the kitchen in 30 minutes.

I showered, prepared myself, and started to dress. I had white sports socks, a lose-fitting t-shirt made of a very thin material, and some tracksuit bottoms. Unusually, I also had some underwear, a nice pair of trunks that actually fitted pretty well. They were a bit loose, but that was probably down to my skinny body more than anything else. It was nice to be wearing a full set of clothes.
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The kitchen was actually a large kitchen diner. The kitchen was to the left of the door into the kitchen from the main hallway. To the right was a small table and an odd assortment of chairs. There used to be an expensive dining set in here, but grandfather got rid of it. I guess he sold it. Aside from from my old bedroom, this is where I spent my time as I was rarely allowed into the living room. I made my meals in here and this is where I ate unless grandfather kicked me out of here.

The kitchen had a back door to a walled garden, and a side door to a kind of storage shed that had an old couch in it as well as shelves of crap that my grandfather thought it necessary to keep.

When I got to the kitchen door, it was closed. I knocked and heard “enter” from inside. I walked through the door to find a lady sitting at the table reading a magazine and a man sitting opposite her reading a newspaper. They were like a middle aged couple from about 1975. Mister Connor ushered me in. He hovered for a moment and seemed about to ask something, then he thought better of it, left and closed the door behind him. I had no experience with female clients so I was a bit thrown. I stood and waited for instruction.

They left me standing there for at least five minutes before acknowledging me. The woman looked up from her magazine, looked down her nose at me as if I was dirty or something, then spoke. “You are to do chores until we have finished with you. You may start by mopping the floor.” She picked up her magazine, but didn’t start reading it again. She was looking at me, waiting for the necessary acknowledgment.

‘Er..... yes of course.......sir?” I ventured. I didn’t know how to address a woman client. Was everyone just “sir”?

The woman stood, and walked to stand in front of me. She was wearing a sturdy-looking long dress with purple flowery patterns. She had equally sturdy black shoes. Her brown and gray hair was tied up in a bun at the top of her head. She reminded me of an old school headmistress.

“Hands behind your back” she instructed. I obeyed and as soon as my hands clasped behind me, she smacked me hard in the side of my head with the rolled-up magazine. I managed to stay on my feet, but it really hurt. “Stupid boy. Don’t be stupid. Do I look like a man? You will refer to me as Mistress”.

“Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress” I said quickly. “I didn’t know Mistress”. I guess I should have thought of that.

She sat back down and waved at me to get on with the task. I fetched a mop and bucket from the storage room, filled the bucket with soapy water and started to mop. I had plenty of experience cleaning this room, so it wasn’t difficult. I took me all of five or ten minutes to finish, so I stood the mop in the bucket and pushed them both to one side, and stood in front of Mistress for further instructions.

Mistress looked up from her magazine. She looked me up and down seemed disappointed. She said “You have missed too many areas to mention. Do it again” and then she returned to her magazine.

I held in a sigh, and started over. After I had finished again, this time having been very careful, the woman again looked me up and down. She told me that it was better but not good enough and that I should do it again. She told me I should get down on my knees and scrub and stop being such a lazy boy.

I once again filled the bucket and worked very hard to mop and scrub the floor. By the time I was finished my tracksuit pants were wet around the knees and bottom area from kneeling and sitting on the floor. The woman called me over.

“You have made your trousers wet. Have you wet yourself?”

“Er, no Mistress” I said. “It is water from cleaning the floor”. She looked hard at me.

“Exactly what I would expect you to say. I think you have wet yourself, you silly boy. I can’t have you in my presence wearing trousers than are covered in your urine. Remove them” she said.

I looked down at myself. In no way did these tracksuit pants look like I had peed myself. But who was I to argue? I was going to have to remove my pants at some point. I undid the drawstring, and pulled them down to my ankles ready to take them off.

“Wait” she said. I stopped and stood upright again, my tracksuit pants around my ankles. “Why have you left your underwear in place? Surely they are wet?” She said. She seemed to be daring me challenge her. I disliked her and I disliked being told I had peed my pants, so I took the challenge. “Oh, mistress, they seem to be dry” I said. I knew it was a mistake, but I couldn’t help myself. She raised one eyebrow at me.

“Husband” she said, her voice now high pitched and shrill. “Did you hear this rudeness? This.....this...boy is calling me a liar!” She practically spat the world “liar”.

The man looked up from his newspaper, which he placed on the table. It the first sign of movement from him since I entered the room. He remained silent as he stood, picked up his chair and walked into the middle of the room. He placed his chair back on the floor and then grabbed me roughly by my arm, pulling me to him and then pushing me toward the chair. I almost fell as I couldn’t walk with the pants around my legs and he clipped my ear when I went to sit on the chair. “No, over the chair, idiot boy” he shouted. Then I understood. I was to bend over the chair. I did so. “Yes, sir” I said.

The man pushed me down so that my belly was resting on the seat, my head over to one side of the chair, my tangled legs over the other side. He grabbed my nice new underpants and yanked them down below my bottom, ripping one seam in the process.

“Look at the floor” he instructed. I uttered the usual “yes sir”. Before I had finished he was spanking me like a child. “Count” he said. I counted out each smack until I got to twenty. They were big, hard open handed slaps that stung. I was sure my cheeks were bright red by the time he finished. “Now apologise” he instructed as he roughly pulled me up onto my feet. He took the chair and returned to his position. I turned to the woman and, as politely as I possibly could, said “I am very sorry Mistress, it won’t happen again”.

“Check him to be sure, please, husband” she said.

The man grabbed me and pushed me back onto the table so that I was laying on my back. “Lift the legs” he said. There was no emotion in his voice. Just a command. I lifted my legs up, exposing myself. He groped around, touching my penis, running his fingers through my pubic hair, touching my scrotum. It wasn’t really sexual. It was more like being examined.

“Well?” She said.

“Of course you were quite correct dear” he said. “I am quite certain he wet himself. Probably nervous, poor little lamb”.

She smiled at me and waved me over to her. I got off the table and I shuffled to her, where she stripped me of my pants and underwear. She balled them up and kicked them under the table. She told me to stand up straight, which I already was, so I made a show and standing even more straight. I hated standing here like this, my cock on display for this horrible woman. It felt like some kind of medical inspection.

“Now then” she said. “No more silliness from you boy” she said in a far more kind way than anything she said so far. She reached out and took hold of my penis. She moved it around between her thumb and fingers. “Good, it’s dry already. So we need to hear no more about it” she said. “But we have no more clothes here for you, so you’ll have to just stay like that I’m afraid”. Her hands lingered on me, gently rubbing me and cupping me until I started to get hard.

“Yes Mistress” I said. “It’s my own fault, Mistress” I said for good measure.

“There, there” she said, making a clucking noise with her tongue. She spun me around and rubbed my red bottom cheeks with her hand. “Touch your toes please, boy” she said. I leaned over and touched my toes, exposing myself to her. She rubbed a single finger down between my buttocks, touching my anus and eventually my scrotum. “There, all nice and dry” she said.

“Now that the floor is all nice and clean, I would like you to clear out those cupboards over there and clean them” she pointed to the kitchen area opposite. “Hands and knees, please, to get the cupboard nice and clean before you put everything away again.”

I got it. Hands and knees with my naked ass in full view of her and her husband.

I did the chore and made sure to put on a good show, wiggling my ass and bending right over to show my hole as much as I could. Before I finished I made sure to lean right forward on my hands and knees, reach far back into the cupboard. I spread my legs open and pushed my bottom up as I did. It felt very naughty and it made my balls tingle a bit. I finished, and went to stand by the woman again.

She reached out and brought me closer to her. As she spoke she ran her hand up and down the outside of my thigh, cupping my buttock. “Good boy. That was much better wasn’t it?” She bent me over her knees and proceeded to touch my balls and my anus.

“Is that better, little lamb” she asked “are you less nervous now?”

As I answered “yes Mistress, thank you” she jammed a single finger into my asshole. I jumped but I tried not to show too much. She pulled my cheeks apart and dug her finger in. “Good boy” she said.

Now, there’s a bag of groceries that needs to be put away next.” She said. “Just ask if you don’t know where something goes. No mistakes please little lamb”. She pushed me off her, back to my feet.

I uttered the usual “yes Mistress”, looked around and sure enough, there was a bag of groceries on one of the kitchen sides. I walked over to it, still very conscious that I was wearing a t-shirt and socks and was otherwise naked. My hole was a bit sore from the unexpected probing. I started to unpack everything, laying it out on the side. This whole experience was curious. Some weird role play game that had me doing stupid household chores with an occasional groping. I put that to one side and started to put everything away. I knew where everything went. Grandfather never put anything away, so it was always left to me. When I had finished, I went to stand in place in front of the woman.

“Is everything in the correct place?” She asked, and I could sense that there was going to be a sting in the tail here just by her tone. “Yes Mistress” I said “everything in its proper place”.

She stood and went to check. She opened every cupboard and the refrigerator. She pulled out a few items and brought them back and dropped them on the floor in front of me. “Well,” she said. “These were all in the wrong place”. She made that clicking sound with her tongue, and sighed. “I’m afraid we must teach you a little lesson, boy” she said. I already knew I was going to get another spanking, so I was ready.

“Yes Mistress. I am so sorry, Mistress” I said.

The woman looked up at me with a kinda stern, motherly expression. “Pick up the first item” she said. I bent down and picked up one of the items, which she swatted out of my hands. I was confused.

“How very rude. When you bend down, you face away from your master and mistress. Do you know nothing, boy?” She said.

“Very sorry Mistress” I acknowledged. I turned around and bent over and picked the item back up off the floor. I knew both of their eyes were on my bottom as my cheeks parted when I bent over. It was becoming humiliating. I stood up, turned again, and handed the woman the cucumber. She made me say “cucumber” and then “does not belong in....” wherever I had put it. She took it and placed it on the table. I did the same thing over, with a paper bag of carrots, a packet of butter, and finally a little tray of some kind of small tomatoes. Cherry tomatoes, she called them.

When everything was on the table and I had repeated her words, she got up and picked up her chair. Here it comes, I thought, but she surprised me by moving to the other side of the table from me - the long edge of the table. She put the chair down and waved for me to stand at my side of the table, facing her. I did so, trying hard to keep the confusion off my face.

She reached out with both arms, inviting me to hold her hands, which I did. She pulled me toward her until I was bent right over the table, my legs squashed up against the edge. I could go no further. She pulled me down so that my abdomen was touching the table surface. She sat so that her face was closer to mine. She still had hold of my hands, so I was stretched over the width of the table and not able to move around much.

“Husband, dear, would you mind?” She said in sickly sweet tones. “We need to show the boy where the groceries go. I’m afraid he made another mistake” she really underlined the word “another”.

The man stood. He went behind me and picked up something from the table. I couldn’t see what, as the woman was pulling me so that I was looking the wrong way. I was expecting another slap.

There was a bit of rustling, then suddenly something cold and greasy was smeared between my cheeks. I flinched, not expecting that. The woman released one hand and she slapped me hard across the face. “Be still” she said.

“Yes Mistress” I said quietly, my face throbbing.

“Now, butter” she said. “Butter goes between boy’s cheeks. Repeat it” she said. So, it was butter being smeared on my ass. I repeated the words.

“Shall we do this alphabetically my dear?” The man asked.

“Oh I think so husband” she replied.

“Carrots” she said, asking me to repeat. I did so, and as I said the word the man took a large carrot and started pushing it against my anus. He pushed really hard, not waiting for me to be ready or find the right spot. The carrot, lubricated by the butter, was forced inside me. It was cold, large and hard it made me ache inside.

“I think there’s a larger one there, dear” she said. The man pulled the carrot out, rummaged for another, and then shoved that inside me. It was equally cold and hard and I almost cried out.

“I think, dear, maybe more than one? They’re only small after all” The woman looked at me, then back to her husband, and nodded. He picked up another carrot and started ramming it into me alongside the other. My anus stretched painfully, not ready for such hard and cold objects all at once. The two carrots must have been big as they hurt me. They certainly weren’t small.

“Carrots,” she said “go inside the boy”. I repeated. Wincing at the pain in my rear.

The man went about removing the carrots. He picked up the final item, which I remembered was a cucumber. Once again as I was saying the word, he rammed the end of the cucumber at my ass. He got the approach wrong, though, and it just pushed against my ass in a really sensitive place. I cried out, because that genuinely hurt me. I got another hard slap for that.

The man tried again, more slowly this time. He got the end of it in the right place and then with both hands he rammed it forward, piercing my ass with the long green thing and shoving it far into my rectum. I clenched my jaw and tried not to cry out or just cry. I repeated her words “the cumcumber goes inside the boy” and hoped he would pull it out of me. Instead, he placed one hand on the small of my back and with the other he grasped the cucumber. He put all of his weight behind thrusting it in and out of me. I could’t help it - I squirmed and said “aaaaaah” quite loudly. Even the hardest cock had soft edges, whereas this thing was hard and cold and unforgiving.

“I know my little lamb” she said. “But you have such a tight little bottom that we’re going to need to open you up a little. So important with a new pink bottom to have it stretched from time to time”.

He fucked it in and out of me twenty or thirty times, tears rolling down my face. Eventually he pulled it out, my ass now gaping. He took up the final item, one of the small tomatoes. He barely had to push it into me, he just popped several of them into my rectum. The woman looked at me and said simply “cherry tomatoes go inside the boy” and waited while I repeated the lines. The man kept stuffing them inside me. My hole was winking shut, but he just gave a little push and they popped in, filling me up. I lost count of how many of these cherry tomatoes had been shoved inside me. It must have been eight or maybe nine? The final few were ripe and they burst as he pushed them in.

“There now,” she said sympathetically. “Now that you have completed your chores and you have learned some valuable lessons I think it we can move to the final lesson for today” she explained. She release my hands.

“Please stand” she said. I did so, throwing in the usual “yes Mistress” as I did. I felt uncomfortable, too full and my legs hurt from being shoved into the table. I was sure they would bruise.

“Now, please remove your t-shirt” she said. I pulled it over my head and put it on the table. I was now standing naked apart from my white sports socks. Melted butter and tomato juice was starting to run down one leg.

She looked at the items left on the table. There were still four cherry tomatoes left in the tray. “Oh, delightful!” She said. She seemed to be getting excited and I sensed this little role play was coming to a conclusion.

“Husband, you need to get out of those trousers. Boy, there are still some of these delicious cherry tomatoes left. You must put them away before we start!” She looked at me and I must have looked confused again. “Where do the cherry tomatoes go....?” She asked as if I was some slow child.

I almost groaned. “Cherry tomatoes go inside the boy” I said. “Thank you for reminding me Mistress”. I hesitantly reached over to the tray and took a tomato in my hand.

“I’ll also want to see that little one of yours standing to attention. It’s only polite if husband is going to remove his trousers”.

Husband wasn’t moving and I didn’t know if I should start yet.

“Come along you two!” She said in a high pitched voice, clapping her hands. “Husband, get those trousers off. You boy, squatting down is easiest. If you can’t do it, just say and I’ll do it for you”. She clapped her hands again and loudly said “come come”. She placed the tray of tomatoes on the floor where they would be easy for me to reach if I squatted down, then she pushed me down to the floor by my shoulders before she went to help the man unfasten his trousers. I was clenching my muscles hard, fearful of shitting out tomatoes all over the place.

I squatted down and gradually fed the final tomatoes into my asshole. I felt around down there while I did. I felt bruised from the cucumber but there wasn’t anything actually wrong. The soreness was already gone, but I was left wondering if your anus could actually bruise. I rubbed the remaining butter around and pushed a bit inside me, just in case this old man was going to actually fuck me at some point.

I stood again and by this time, the man was naked from the waist down. He had a thick cock that was standing out in front of him and he was stroking it, looking me up and down as he did so. I felt very uncomfortable. This wasn’t normal sex. It was weird and I was worried about what would come next.

“Good, good, goooood!” she said, clapping her hands again. She pointed to me, between me legs. I started to play with myself, trying to get hard. It was more difficult than usual as my mind kept straying to the tomatoes in my rectum. Eventually I got an erection.

She took my hand and led me back to the table, pushing me back into position bending over it, my cock squashed on the table top and going soft again quickly. The table top was cold on my stomach. She rushed around the table and took my hands, but instead of holding onto them she fiddled with something under the table and fastened my cuffs to a bracket. I was quite sure there were no brackets on the underside of the kitchen table the last time I was in here!

She rushed back around the table and got down on her knees at my feet. She took hold of my of my ankle cuffs and attached it to a table leg and then the same on the other side. I was spread wide and locked into place. Great, I thought.

The woman led her husband over to the table until they were both standing behind me. The woman spoke again. “So we’re all ready. Good” she started. “Now, this is today’s final lesson. It always takes a little while to get husband ready.” I was beginning to realise that this entire role play was probably about getting the man worked up enough to get horny. I rolled my eyes as no-one could see. It would have been far easier if they just asked me to suck him off, I thought. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling now overly full and wanting to get these tomatoes out of me. I wondered how they were going to do this.

The woman placed the man’s erection between my cheeks, right on my anus. I fidgeted. Didn’t they remember I was still full of “cherry tomatoes”?

“Everything is in the right place” she said, clapping again. “Oh goody!” God I was fed up with her stupid voice!

I tried to fidget out of the way, but the man’s cock was pushing quite hard against my anus. If he pushed any harder he’d start to open me and I was still full of tomatoes. I wondered if I should say something. Just as I had made my mind up to speak, the woman came to sit in front of me. She looked my in the eye, her school mistress expression back on her face. “Now concentrate” she instructed. “What kind of tomatoes make the tastiest tomato purée?” She said.

Ok, so they remembered the tomatoes, I thought to myself. I responded with “cherry tomatoes, mistress”. She smiled at me. I fidgeted again as Mister behind me seemed to be pushing forward a bit.

“Well done!” She congratulated me. “You did that all on your own, didn’t you?”

“Yes, mistress” I said. “Thank you mistress”.

“And where do we make the best tomato purée?” She asked. Before she even finished her sentence the man had grabbed hold of my hips and was pushing. I suddenly realised he meant to push his penis into me while I still had the tomatoes inside. What would that do to me? Was it safe? I was worried and I panicked. “No!” I said. “The tomatoes!”

I quickly recovered and expected to be hit. Instead, the woman let out a little laugh. “Silly boy” she said. “Now, let’s think. Where do we make the very yummiest tomato purée?” She asked. All the while, the man was on the verge of popping his cock head into me. I could feel my ring opening to allow him in and I could feel the pressure building as the man pushed a little more every second.

I looked at the woman, my eyes tearing up again. I had no choice but to answer and I could easily guess what she wanted to hear. “The best tomato purée is made inside the boy.....?” I said, half asking.

“That right!” She said. She sat back in her chair as if this had been the hardest day at work. “Phew!” She patted my cheek with one hand. “It’s good that you’re a pretty boy, because you’re not very bright” she said softly. “Right-o, let’s crush some tomatoes!”

The man thrust forward and his cock head popped through my sphincter. I felt sick at what was about to happen. He pulled out just a little and then thrust forward again, repeating that action several times and burrowing deeper each time. I felt so full, like my inside were about to burst. I imagined the tomatoes being shoved higher and higher up into my bowels. I ached and I wanted them to stop.

Within a few minutes of slow strokes aimed at opening me up and getting his cock fully into me, he began to properly fuck me. He was pulling all the way out, then plunging deeply back into me. I could feel the squishiness as the tomatoes were crushed inside me. Tomato juices and mess mixed with butter and other juices from my ass leaked out every time he withdrew and squirted from my hole every time he pounded into me. Instead of the usual quiet sliding sounds that I could sometimes hear when being fucked, there there were loud wet sloppy sounds. I could feel wetness and lumps sliding and rolling down my legs and dripping off my scrotum to splatter on the kitchen floor.

“Lovely” the woman said. “Yummy tomato purée! Does it feel nice, my husband’s penis inside your bottom” she asked.

I really didn’t want to talk as I was being raped like this. She looked at me expectantly. She wanted an answer. “Yes, mistress” was all I could manage. I grunted as breath was pushed out of me. She patted my cheek again. “Describe it” she said.

I couldn’t believe it. I looked at her, breathing a bit more heavily now as the man picked up speed. “It’s feels so good, mistress” I said. She told me to do better than that, so I added “he is such a big, hard man and I love the feeling as he squashes each tomato”. I just couldn’t think of anything else. “Good boy” she said. She sat back and dropped the sickly sweet high pitched voice. She looked up over my head at her husband.

“Come inside him for me” she ordered. “Get on with it.” He thrust and thrust, all the way out and all the way in. After many strokes during which bits of crushed tomato and tomato juice dropped, drooled and squirted out of me, he finally shuddered, pulled out until just his head was left inside me, and came. He managed to keep his cock almost still as he ejaculated three times. He pulled out, landing a slap across my bottom as he did so.

“All finished dear” he said. “Over to you”.

I lay spread eagle on the table, unable to move much. I could feel that I was covered in bits of tomato and juices. It was all over the floor, down my legs, and dripping out of my hole. It was deeply humiliating, more so than anything else I had done so far.

The woman got up and came around to my rear. I couldn’t see her. She placed a hand on my back just above my bottom and with her other hand she inserted what I thought must be two fingers. She really dug them in, working in a quick circular motion to scoop up cum, tomato flesh and juice. Every time she pulled the fingers out a bit, more mess fell out of me. The squelching noises were turning my stomach.

She obviously felt she had dug around enough. She took her fingers away, then immediately added a third. She scooped whatever she could from my rectum and carefully pulled he hand away leaving my anus gaping open and dripping.

She came back around the table and sat in front of me again. She grabbed my hair with one hand, lifting my head up off the table. The showed me the contents of her other hand. She was holding a warm mess of cum, smashed up tomatoes, and other juices. It looked horrible. A gooey liquid mess with bits of tomato flesh, streaks of other stuff, and clearly some cum mixed in.

“Have a taste” she said. I could not believe it, but she moved her hand toward my mouth as held me firmly by my hair. “Open”. I hesitated just for a second before I told myself that I must not hesitate ever. I opened my mouth, not fully wide but enough. She put the tips of her fingers into my mouth and, as if her hand was a spoon she tipped some of the mess into my mouth. She waited, watching me closely. I was trying so hard not to gag. I swallowed, the concoction leaving a nasty, salty taste in my mouth.

“Good” she said simply. She seemed like she was about to get up, then she said “was that yummy?” I knew I had to answer and I knew there was only one answer, but I was still afraid of being fed more. “Yes mistress. Yummy” I said. I was pretty sure my face showed something else.

“Husband. He likes it. Now don’t get that all over your boxer shorts. Come here now and let him have a taste”.

I shuddered. I had sucked cocks that had been in my ass of course. I had been told it was my duty. But for the most part I was clean and I hardly ever had to clean off more than cum and a bit of lube. Master had told me that sometimes, inevitably, there would be a piece of excrement to deal with. He said no matter what you do, it happens sometimes. He said in those cases I should get get a tissue - there would always be tissues nearby - wipe it away, and then suck. That seemed bad enough, but this was something else. This was basically a tomato-based enema with a side of cum. I hated to think what was mixed in.

I didn’t have any more time to think about it. The man shoved his flaccid cock in my face and the woman guided it into my mouth. I took deep breaths through my nose and counted silently to ten as I sucked and licked as quickly as I could. I was soon finished, and the man wandered off to dress himself properly.

The woman got up and collected her magazine and the handbag she had down beside her chair. She disappeared from my view. I could hear them making ready to leave. The door to the kitchen opened and the man left. I could hear him saying something to somebody out in the main hallway. The woman patted my bottom. I was still spread wide and attached to the table. She slid her hand into my crack and inserted a long finger into my ass. She pushed it right in and wiggled it around as broadly as she could, feeling the wall of my rectum and the mess left in there. She moaned softly under her breath. The man called from the hallway and she responded with “coming”. She slid her finger out and wiped it on my back, and then she was gone.

Long minutes passed before the door opened again and Mister Connor came in. He exclaimed loudly and he seemed shocked at the sight before him. He unfastened my wrists and then each leg and he helped me to stand. Without words he led me into the garden where he fetched a hosepipe. The cold water just trickled from the end of the hose so he pinched it with his thumb and sprayed me all over. I was a bit shocked when he bent me over and roughly shoved the hose into my ass. He held me in place for several seconds before pulling the hose out. “Over there in the flower bed” he said, pointing.

I trudged in my filthy, wet socks to the flower bed, squatted, and evacuated my bowels. Mister Connor repeated the process until the water came out clear. He looked almost apologetic as he said “Can’t have that mess inside you. You’ve another client this evening.” I sighed before catching myself and saying “Yes Mister Connor. Thank you Mister Connor”.

“Go and get a hot shower” he said. “Do it need to walk you to your room?”

“No Mister Connor. Thank you Mister Connor” I said wearily. As I got to the door he shouted over to me “leave those socks there. I don’t want you trailing muck through the property”.

I pulled the filthy wet socks off and left them by the door. I walked through the kitchen completely naked, avoiding the horrible mess that was spattered all over the floor by the kitchen table. It looked like someone had died over there. My mind was on a hot shower where I could get clean and examine any bruises. I was getting good at putting unpleasant experiences behind me.
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Mister Connor rushed into the room. “We need to get you ready. Change of client, change of plan” he said. He looked flustered. As I didn’t know the first client or plan, I felt it wouldn’t make much difference to me.

Mister Connor threw some items of clothing on the bed alongside a bag of some other items that he was carrying. “Are you clean and ready?” He asked.

“Yes, Mister Connor.” I answered.

“Good that you’re undressed already” he said, apparently noticing for the first time that I was standing naked.

Ordinarily I wouldn’t have answered that, but this morning’s abuse had made me a bit agitated. I guess I felt that a bit of warning wouldn’t have hurt. I was certain that Master Johns would have at least hinted to me, to help me prepare myself mentally and physically for what was to come. It was an unfair comparison and I knew that Mister Connor was not permitted to share anything with me. Still, I felt used. More used than usual.

“I don’t have any clothes Mister Connor?” I said.

“Quite right, quite right” came the response. He wasn’t interested.

“Ok, have you been caged yet, or worn a plug?” He asked me directly. My eyes opened wide. Caged? Worn a plug? What were these new things.....? Did I have to get into a cage?

“I see you haven’t” he said, registering the look on my face.

“Er..... no, sir, er, Mister Connor. Sorry Mister Connor” I said. I hoped he wouldn’t slap me. Instead he simply smiled and said “don’t worry about it”.

“Yes Mister Connor” I said. He looked at me, his chubby frame breathing heavily as he took in my naked body. Finally he spoke.

“Look, when it’s just the two of us, and when we’re in this room, you can drop the Mister Connor routine. In case you hadn’t guessed I don’t usually Master for our service personnel.” I almost laughed at that. “Service personnel”. A new name for captive sex slaves, I thought. He continued, “but we’re short of trusted employees since the trouble started. But if you ever forget to be proper in front of a client or another company man, I’ll beat you black and blue. We have an understanding?”

“Yes m......” I said and stopped just before I said Mister. “Yes” I repeated. I wondered what he meant by “the trouble” but I didn’t want to spoil things by asking.

“Good. Master Johns said you’d be good. I’m trusting he was right. Here, you need to insert this.” He handed me an object that reminded me of a lemon juicer. It had a large nut-shaped ball attached by a thinner neck, topped by a small flat disc covered in flowery patterns. The object itself seemed to be made of glass and it was heavier than it looked.

“I, er......” I stammered.

“Oh right..... it’s a butt plug. You insert the ball into your bottom. The flat bit there sticks out” he explained. I suddenly realised I had seen something similar in the porn I had watched. Most of those were metallic or rubber, so the glass construction threw me off. I squatted down and took a deep breath. I had already applied the usual lube as instructed and actually had used a bit more than usual today as I felt I needed it after this morning, so I managed to pop the plug in quite easily. It was wider than it looked, so it it stretched me out more than I thought it would. Once inside it felt snug. It’s weight was reassuring and while I could feel the neck keeping my anus open, it wasn’t too big so it wasn't really uncomfortable. I kinda liked it.

“Now, the cage” he said. “Easiest way is for me to do it. Jump up on the bed and lie down”.

I obeyed without question even though I was worried about being “caged”. I lay back, and Mister Connor opened my legs. I could feel the butt plug moving and it felt nice. I knew he had a good view of the flowery end sticking out of me and that gave me a little thrill. Mister Connor grabbed my cock and had a good squeeze and a good look. I wondered if he was going to take a turn with me, but then he held up a clear plastic.....device of some sort.

“This is a cage. It fits over your cock and locks into place around your scrotum. This one is clear plastic instead of the old metal designs. I warn you, this one is not very comfortable as it’s designed to squash you as small as possible. The best are moulded specifically to the wearer. We don’t have time for that I’m afraid. “ he began to fit the cage onto me.

I suddenly had a worry. “What happens if....” I started.

“Don’t worry, if you get aroused you simply will not be able to get an erection. It will not cause any problems. There’s a hole as the end so you can pee if you need to. Some people think you can’t come if you’re not hard, but actually that’s false. If you are aroused enough, or if something inside you touches your p-spot, you might still come. That’s a rather unusual feeling in one of these, so I am told” he said. I was listening intently. Mister Connor had gone from being irritating to very informative. I paid special attention to the bit about a p-spot and I wondered if that’s what made me come with Master Johns.

There was a click, and Mister Connor got off the bed and stepped back. He held up a set of keys. “I will put these in the stand over here” he said. “Then we both know where they are. Right, turn onto your front.”

I did as asked. Mister Connor put on some rubber gloves and I wondered what the hell he was going to do. My worry was short lived though. He squirted what looked like some lube from a bottle and began massaging it into my bottom, around my ass cheeks, my back and my legs. I raise my head off the bed to ask, but I didn’t need to.

“This is a preparatory agent. We don’t use it very often and if anyone asks, I didn’t use it today either. It’s not the best, but it’s all I have and there’s no time to do anything else” he said.

“Why do I need preparatory agent?” I asked.

“The client who has requested you is a bit of a strange one, so listen up. He will call you a girl. He’ll refer to your bottom as your pussy, and to your cock as your clit. He won’t see anyone who isn’t caged because he doesn’t acknowledge that he’s fucking a boy.” Mister Connor explained. “He isn’t the nicest client we have. He has a habit of..... smacking boys. I have to be honest, this won’t help much, but it’s better than nothing. If he does smack you it’ll reduce the inflammation and improve your recovery time. He’s bringing someone with him, which he has never done before, so I just want you to be prepared. He calls himself a Prince from some foreign place or another. You must refer to him as “My Prince” ok?”

“Ok, understood” I said. My heart sank at the thought of more violence or weirdness. Maybe I could get him on my side.

“Now listen, he’s very strict. Very. You must follow all of the rules with him. Never speak unless you’re spoken to and always acknowledge him. Don’t give him an excuse to beat you because he will and by all accounts he enjoys it a bit too much. To be honest I don’t understand why he has been paired with you. He usually sees a different type of boy. I can’t get hold of anyone to ask so I'm going to assume that he wants something different this time. It doesn't hurt to take precautions though, does it?”

Again, my heart sank.

“Hopefully he won’t last long. The good news is that he has a habit of finishing quickly. Now, here wear these” he handed me a pair of white cotton girls panties. As usual they were too small and they were tight around my ass. With the cage on, it was doubly hard to get them on.

“And these” he said. He handed me a girl’s school uniform. I had a practically see-through blouse and a very short skirt. It barely covered my panties. Finally he handed me some white ankle socks with frilly lace around the top. I didn’t like wearing this stuff, mostly because I knew it was going to turn on some weirdo who wanted to hurt me, but I didn’t complain. I wondered what it would be like to wear something like this and actually have some fun.

“Good” he said as he packed up. He looked over to me, eying me up and down. “You’re a really handsome young man” he said and I really felt that he meant it. I almost burst into tears. No-one had called me anything other “boy” for so long and nobody ever said “handsome”. It was always “pretty” or some other term that felt derogatory. Despite myself I was starting to like Mister Connor.

He placed a hand on my shoulder and nodded. In hindsight he had been really nice to me this evening. He didn’t know me, but he was really taking a chance on me. He finished packing up and went to leave. He turned back at the door to say something, but I got there first.

“Why......?” I asked. It wasn’t quite what I intended, but I had a lump in my throat and I couldn’t put into words what I wanted to say. I wanted to know why he was breaking the rules and why he was being so human with me.

“Just because” he said, and he smiled and left.

I sat on the bed thinking about that and about how I had misjudged Mister Connor. Ten minutes later the door opened and a very tall, very powerfully built black man walked in. He had to duck down to get through the door. He was wearing colourful robes tied up with intricate ropes around the middle. The robes went all the way down to his feet. He also wore a sort of crown thing on his head. He looked like something out of a movie.

He came into the room and held the door so that two other figures could follow him. They were both young boys, certainly even younger than me. They were barely teenagers. They were dressed in a similar style, but their robes were plain light brown instead of colourful. I wondered what the hell was going on. Were these kids going to fuck me too?

I got off the bed and stood almost to attention to show my respect. I stood in silence.

“Boys. You must pay close attention. It is time I taught you to understand some facts of life” he said. He had a very deep voice with a strong accent. “My sons, soon we will select a woman for you to marry. You will father many sons upon your woman” he continued. “But there is a problem with marriage. Since the old times it has been our custom to have only one wife and to take no other woman to our beds. We are not savages like some others” here he literally spat on the carpet. “There will be times when you cannot or do not wish to put your seed in your woman. Maybe she is with child and unsightly, or soon after childbirth, or she is bleeding.” He turned to look at me, gesturing toward me. “During these times a strong man will have his needs. It is important that strong men do not ignore those needs and as princes we do not merely throw our seed away. So, we find a different kind of woman. We keep our oaths for we are bound by them and we bestow our seed on another. Here is one such girl” he said.

I maintained my position, saying nothing and trying hard to remain completely passive. The man reached out and ran his hand over my face, down my neck. He touched my chest through the girl’s blouse I was wearing, and eventually ran his hand down to my groin, touching me through the panties, his hand under the skirt.

“This is a western girl, so we may take her and our honour remains intact. But these western girls have no discipline” he said, and he spat again. “They all wish to be bred by us, but they must often be broken in first. Think of them like a good horse or a hunting dog” he said. I shuddered a little. This man was examining me like I was a prize animal and talking about me as if I wasn’t there. The two boys were watching and listening intently. I had a horrible, nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Today I will show you how to break and breed a western girl such as this, to keep your oaths of marriage while still being able to listen to your body and follow your urges”. He raised his hand and stroked my hair. “And today I have arranged for you to see me breed an excellent example. Here we have such a pretty girl to demonstrate with. In honesty, she is one of the finest examples I have seen. So pure. It is to be hoped that one so young has yet to develop those western ways. Perhaps breaking her will be easier than usual. We will see. Remember that often you may have to apply greater force than you see today. Do you have any questions?”

The two boys answered “no father” in unison.

The man turned to me. “You, girl” he said to me.

“Yes, my Prince” I responded, trying hard to be good.

“Will you give me any trouble today, I wonder?” He said.

It was a question, so I answered. “No my Prince.” His face flushed with anger. He raised his hand and delivered a huge, heavy whack to my face. I fell to the floor, slightly dizzy and with tears in my eyes. My face stung like crazy and my head was ringing. I needed a minute to recover from that.

“You see boys, they cannot help themselves. These western girls have too much to say and none of it is important”.

The man grabbed my hair and physically pulled me back up. He slapped me again, not as hard this time. “That was a rhetorical question, you silly girl” he said. “When I want you to speak to me I shall directly instruct you. I wonder if it understands?”

I did. I didn’t need to be told twice. That was not a direct instruction to speak, so I kept my chin high and said nothing, hoping beyond hope that I had made the right choice.

“Ah...... much better” he said looking at me with hungry eyes. “Now remove your blouse”.

I started to unbutton the blouse but was interrupted with another massive slap to my head. I fell to the ground again and let out a little sob before quickly pulling myself together. This was not going well. I had never been hit this hard in my life and my head was pounding. At one point, just for a second, I thought I was going unconscious.

Again he yanked me to my feet by my hair. I was determined not to cry or give any obvious reason for him to beat me. “Did you not hear me say this was a demonstration for my sons? Face them when you strip. How else may they learn? I do not need to see you. I have seen everything before”.

I turned to face these two young teenagers. I unbutton the blouse and let it fall to the floor, leaving me bare chested with just my skirt and socks. For some reason I felt more humiliated now than ever before, being forced to strip for two boys. The man groped my hairless chest and body roughly. It felt more like an examination than anything. As he did, I could see a tent forming in his robes. He was getting hard.

“You notice, my boys, that there are no breasts here. She is a weak and skinny thing, the western slut girl. We will not care for such things. This is not love that we will make with such girls. It is the satisfaction of the urges and for that we need no breasts” he explained. Both boys nodded as if their father had just said the most profound thing ever. “Let us explore this girl’s body more”.

“Remove your skirt” he instructed.

This time I had the sense to think before I acted. I turned my back on the boys, unbuttoned the skirt, and wiggled my hips to let it fall to the ground. I hoped it was my ass that they wanted sight of, covered by girl’s underwear. I didn’t think they were interested in the front of me. As I wasn’t smacked to the ground again I figured I had made the right choice and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was shaking a little. I wasn’t cold though as it was always kept warm up here.

The man took a step toward me so that he was dangerously close. “That was done well” he said “Were you instructed to do that? Answer me now!” He almost shouted the last words and I was truly scared. He seemed angry that I had got it right.

“N...n....no my Prince” I answered, keeping my response as brief as possible.

“So, it was instinct, eh?” He said. I kept quiet. “My boys, we may have here a girl as special as was promised to us by her owner. Her body is certainly very fine indeed. Do not be fooled into thinking that all western girls are such as this! I can tell you they are not. Often by this time I have beaten a girl unconscious for failing to follow my instructions or because she looked like a dog. Let’s see how we progress with this pretty little thing. So far she is impressive, no?”.

I was momentarily relieved, but there was still a long way to go.

The man reached out and groped me around my underwear in the same way as he had groped my chest and torso. He felt my cock and seemed to sigh slightly when he touched the cage. He dug his fingers into my crack through the fabric of my panties, and touched the butt plug. It sent a shiver the length of my body as this big brute of man gripped something that was inside me, testing it to ensure it was securely in place. I had goosebumps all over my body by the time he had finished.

He noticed the goosebumps and ran his hand over my body again. He seemed pleased at my reaction. “See here my boys. This girl quivers at the touch of a real man. Her flesh reacts and tells us that no matter if she says no, we know that her body means yes. Do you boys see this?” Both boys again answered in unison, seemingly fascinated by this display. Neither seemed to be bothered by the fact that their father was abusing me, or that this “girl” was in fact, quite clearly, a boy. Perhaps they simply didn’t care. “There will be times when the western girl resists you. It is important to know that this is a ruse, a ploy. It is how they attempt to coerce you into making promises. Do not fall for such nonsense. Simply ignore the words of the mouth and take what is rightfully yours like a real man.”

“You will remove your underwear and give the panties to my oldest boy to examine” he said.

I gulped. i had been nude for days but the thought of stripping in front of these boys, not to mention this man, had gotten to me. I could not refuse though. I had to do as instructed.

I remained in position with my back to the two young boys, and slowly I removed my girl’s panties, sliding them over my buttocks and down my thighs. I was acutely aware that my small bottom would be displaying the cap of my butt plug. I was ashamed at showing my naked and abused body like this, “toys” shoved inside me and locked onto me. I bent right over, spreading my legs slightly, and I picked up the underwear from the floor. I turned, my shrivelled penis in it’s plastic cage hardly moving. It was an odd sensation, somehow worse than simply being nude here. I held out the small amount of fabric to the taller of the two boys. There wasn’t much in it, so this would be a guess.

The boy did not react. As I turned to the Prince I took another huge hit to my face. This one was a closed fist arcing down from high up and across my cheek. I think I momentarily lost consciousness this time. As I came to my senses I realised that my lip was split and bleeding from the heavy blow and I could taste my own blood. Again I was pulled up by my hair, wincing all the way from the pain. He slapped me again, hard across the face, and returned with a backhander making me cry out a little and fall onto the bed. My god, this man hit hard! I wasn’t sure I could take any more. Surely this wasn't right?

“My boy is the son of a Prince, you filthy whore!” He leaned over me and screamed in my face. “When you approach the son of a Prince you do so on your knees. One more mistake like that and I will beat you. Do you understand me? Speak!“

I was quick to respond. “Yes my Prince. I am so sorry my Prince. That was rude of me my Prince”. I could feel a trickle of blood running down my face from the corner of my mouth. I wanted to stick my tongue out and lick it away but I truly dared not. I really felt like I was in trouble here.

I sank to my knees slowly, watching the man the whole time and hoping that I was doing the correct thing. I crawled to the boy and again held out the used underwear, all the while keeping my head low and my eyes down. This time the boy took the fabric.

“What do you think of them boy?” The Prince asked.

“They are still very warm father” the boy responded.

“Yes, I expect so. This girl is obviously in heat for breeding. Her areas will be more warm than normal, yes?” He said. “You hold them boy. I will have a special job for you presently, I think. We will see, but I think so.”

He stood away, looking down his nose at me on my knees, my face pushed almost to the floor in a state of deference to a person I had never met before. He seemed pleased by my body. Certainly, his cock was still hard. That much was obvious through his robes.

“We will punish the girl no more on this matter” he said as if gifting the world to me. “I think maybe she has never been so close to persons of importance. She is a simple western slut girl for our pleasure and look, she is very young and scared. Sometimes, boys, it is wise to stay your hand when even when you most desire not to. No matter. We move on” he said. He gripped my hair again. This time he allowed me to stand under my own steam, only pulling my hair a little. He gripped my chin to look at my face where he had hit me. I knew I must have blood on my chin or face.

“Here, my boys, we see this pretty girl’s face spoiled by a little blood. Now, if it were our wives we would tend to her needs, yes? But here..... it is not important. Remember what I said. We are not here to kiss and make love. We need no breasts and we need no mouth to kiss. Let me show you this western girl’s anatomy. This is important my boys, so play close attention.

“Lay back on this bed girl” he said.

I backed on to the bed and lay back, my legs still dangling over the edge, my feet not quite touching the floor. I was relieved to be laying down as my head was spinning from the repeated blows. Something did not feel right, but I knew I had to carry on.

“Part your thighs “ he ordered. I opened my legs as wide as I could.

The man came over to sit on the edge of the bed and beckoned his sons to him. “Now see here” he started. “Here is the clitoris of the western girl. It is encased here, so, and locked away. We do not need such things. A clitoris is for pleasure for the girl. We are here to satisfy our urges. We pleasure our women like real men. We do not offer pleasure to western slut girls.” He lifted my scrotum with his hand. It was warm and soft, but I felt no pleasure. He turned my caged penis this way and that, displaying me to his boys so that they could see it properly for the first time. I lay there staring at the ceiling.

“Turn over girl” he said. I did as instructed. I lay on my front, the hard cock cage digging into me and reminding me that I would be unlikely to come tonight. The man pulled my legs back so that instead of laying on the bed, I was standing on the carpet and bent over.

“Here is the girl’s pussy” he said and he gave my ass a hard slap. “You will see that it is sealed, thus” and he tapped his fingernail on the cap of the butt plug. “This tells us that her owner has ensured that she is clean and has sealed her against taking another man. It also keeps the girl ready to receive a man, but be warned! That can be a blessing, and it can be a curse! These seals can drive a young girl like this to a kind of sexual madness. If they are too hot, they must be brought down otherwise they can be feral and all our effort is wasted. Do you know how we check for this problem, my boys”.

I couldn’t see their reactions, but they were silent. I guessed that they had shaken their heads.

“Boys come forward. Touch here at the edge of the girl’s pussy. Tell me, is it cold, or warm, or hot? What do you feel?”

Both boys came forward and in turn both placed fingers at the edge of my anus. One of them, the older I guessed, slide his finger under the cap of the butt plug and felt around when the neck of the device disappeared inside me before withdrawing his hand.

“Speak” said the man.

“Father, the girl’s pussy is very hot”

“Yes father, it is hot and sticky”. Said the other.

“You see my boys. The allure of my manhood has combined with the pleasure that having her seal inserted has given her. It has driven this poor girl wild with sexual desire. She is crazed. You can also see the goosebumps on her flesh. I am sure this is why she has misbehaved. The poor young girl is out of her mind with lust. Before I mount her I must bring her away from the edge, out of the abyss of ecstasy that she has been pulled into. This is not for her enjoyment, you understand? Her only role is to provide a place for my seed. I ensure that I can satisfy myself upon her and not the other way around. Yes?”

Both boys answered “yes father”.

I lay there, face down, my plugged ass on full display for these three and my poor, shrivelled penis shrunk away in its cage. My head was pounding from the hits, especially the last one, and I found myself wanting to go to sleep. I was terrified of what might come next.

“Girl, stand here”. I complied, standing where the Prince pointed. He pulled me around so that my back was to him, the boys standing in front of me watching intently. I could see that both of these young teenagers were hard, their robes pushed out at the front. “Open your mouth wide”. I opened my mouth as wide as I could.

“Boys, we have seen that these western girls are too free with their tongues. They speak when they may not. In the bed they are equally noisome. It is distracting. It does no good to attempt to shut their mouths as these slut girls find a way. So, we are clever and we affix a device thus......” he pushed a sprung metal frame into my mouth, forcing me to open my mouth even wider while he pushed it into place. It fitted behind my teeth like a brace and when he let go of the spring, it pushed my mouth open and some plastic side pieces pushed my lips apart. I had to breath deeply to stop myself from gagging. Within a few seconds I was dribbling down my chin, the saliva mixing with the blood from my lip. I was unable to stop it. The Prince fixed a strap behind my head to keep the contraption in place.

“This is a type of gag” he explained to the boys. “This girl cannot now close her mouth. It is useful in two ways. First, in this position she can makes least noise. For that we can be thankful, for these western girls manners annoy me so. Second...... girl, to you knees now”. I sank down to my knees, still fighting with the gag to try and get comfortable. It was constantly pushing my mouth wide and I felt like if I let my muscles go slack the spring action would be strong enough to dislocate my jaw or something. The constant pressure was making my jaw ache.

The Prince stepped forward. He lifted the hem of his robe up to his middle exposing heavily muscled, dark legs and a truly massive erect cock. It had a bulbous head and a long, elegant shaft. His body seemed to shimmer as if he had oiled his skin. His cock was definitely oiled and he had shaved all of his public hair off. He grabbed my hair with one hand, sharply pulling my head back. He inserted his cock so that it was laying on my tongue while I focused on not gagging and trying not to drool too much from my open mouth.

“See, the second benefit of this type of gag is protection should you wish to indulge in the fucking of the mouth. That can be useful if you wish to get your penis ready for the fucking. These western sluts are savages, but a gag affixed like so means that she cannot bite down upon my member, leaving me free to sample the mouth.” For emphasis, he took the back of my head with both hands and forced me toward him. The cock pushed to the back of my mouth and he forced it down my throat. It was huge, long and thick and veiny. It was incredibly hard, too, almost like it wasn’t real. He spent thankfully only a few seconds fucking my throat before removing himself. He was covered in drool and spit and mucus from my throat. I gagged a little as he pulled out.

“Girl, you will assume your fuck position on the bed. We will not fuck yet, so remain calm. You must be restrained and then we must bring you back from the edge of your heat” he said. ‘You are too hot to take at this time. We must pull your mind from the abyss and bring it back to us. Only then may you feel me inside you”. I didn’t understand all this talk of being brought back from the edge. Of course I was hot - the room was hot, and I was terrified! Didn’t he understand that?

I guessed that my ‘fuck position’ was on the bed, spread eagle. I placed cushions under my hips like during my first time, and then lay across the bed. The Prince methodically attached my wrists and ankles to ropes which he expertly tied to the rings of the bedposts. He pulled each one incredibly tight, stretching my arms out to the point of being painful and opening my legs further that I thought I could go. My shoulders made popping sounds as they were pulled as far as they could go without dislocating. My hips seemed to crunch. It hurt and I had no way to adjust and stop the pain. I was now in pain in my arms and legs and my head was still aching and spinning. I was getting blood from my lip on the sheets.

He stood at the side of the bed and began to unfasten the rope belt around his waist. I could not see clearly, but when he had the rope belt in his hand he appeared to make some adjustments to it. He spent a few minutes doing something with it, I just couldn’t see what. Eventually he was ready. He swung it around land around, gathering speed until it whistled in the air. Suddenly he adjusted the angle and the rope belt smacked down across the back of my legs. I yelped in pain as much as I could with the gag. The rope belt had weighted rope knots in the end, maybe three of four of them. It was incredibly painful. I couldn't believe he had whipped me that hard. Once again I had tears in my eyes. This wasn't the stinging of the cat-o-nine-tails, this really hurt like it was bruising me and whipping me at the same time.

“Be ready when I call upon you my son” the Prince said. He swung the rope again and lashed across my buttocks, and again, and again. I cried out, the pain almost unbearable. I was trying to shout “Stop! Stop!” but I couldn't get the words out through the gag. I knew I was supposed to submit, but surely not to this? This was the first time ever that I would have stopped, refused, disobeyed...... but now I wanted to stop, I was restrained and I couldn't.

Again he lashed me, this time hitting my lower back, and then again. I screamed. It was an involuntary high pitched scream. I could not hold it in any longer. I was making raw guttural sounds like an animal, trying desperately to escape this madness, trying to wriggle and move out of the way. I couldn’t move enough to avoid the strikes though. My cuffs rubbed my wrists and ankles, my shoulders and legs burned with pain, and my back, legs, and bottom were on fire.

The man called his son to him. “Now take those, and place them in this girl’s mouth. It will help to reduce this silly noise” he said. The Prince continued to whack at my back, the backs of my legs and my bottom while the boy got on the bed. I went to scream and the little brat gleefully stuffed the panties into my mouth, shoving them in as far as he could. They were right at the back of my throat. I am ashamed to say that I cried then, in pain and humiliated. The whacks stopped now but the pain was exquisite. It was everywhere. I sobbed, tears running freely, my nose running, almost choking on the fabric that I could not spit out no matter how hard I tried, it was simply too far back for my to move with my tongue. How I didn’t gag and choke, I didn’t know.

The man handed the belt to one of the boys. “We can see clearly that this young girl is broken in now. This means she is ready to be mounted”. He removed his robes and climbed onto the bed naked. He placed himself between my outstretched legs. With both hands he rubbed my legs, my bottom and my lower back, tracing the red marks he had created. I sobbed again, trying to say “please” but not able to form the word. I just made a muffled sob.

The Prince traced his hands back to my bottom and to the butt plug. He gripped it hard and ripped it out of me. By this time is was simply another pain to add to the mix. It felt like he had pulled me inside out.

“You see boys. The girl is now ready. See that she is weakened from the lash and her pussy is open now and ready for mounting now that I have removed the seal. This is quite a beautiful pussy, unusually so. Not all girls such as this are so pink and so neat. I will mate her now. You may watch closely”. He spat a big glob of saliva between my cheeks and moved into position.

I would have been disgusted if I weren’t in so much pain. I just wanted this to be over. This man was going to rape my bruised body in front of his sons. He leaned forward and placed his weight on me. He was a big man and a heavy one. He rutted against me for a few moments, his cock between my cheeks and pushing his spit around before he reached back and guided himself to my opening. Surprisingly slowly he pushed into me. His cock was huge, bigger than Master Johns. I pushed my face down into the covers as his head stretched my anus. It stung horribly at first and then he pushed in and spread me even wider. It burned as the flesh of my hole was stretched almost to breaking point. I was at the point where I was sure I could stretch no further and that my anus would tear and then suddenly everything gave way and he was inside me. My ring closed from its widest point and the burning sensation subsided. His shaft was big so everything felt too tight and very uncomfortable. He squeezed his hips and pushed deep into me. It was pain on pain as his huge member hit something, some part of my body that didn’t want to move, deep inside of me.

“Now boys” he said, slightly short of breath. “I have entered this girl as you see and now I will fuck into her. Remember, it is not to please her, but to ensure my seed is spent within her”.

He pulled back slowly and then very quickly he built a rhythm. He was fast for such a big man and a big cock, pulling back a long way and then pushing in. He changed position slightly with every thrust, sometimes banking left, then right, or higher or lower. Each time was different, but each was fast and rough and with no consideration for my hole or my insides. I could hear my ass squelching with the thrusts and I could feel my guts being battered by his huge rock hard cock.

I could hardly breathe with the underpants shoved in my mouth. Just about every part of my body was on fire with aches and pains and I just couldn’t bear it. I was crying loudly. I wanted Master to come and make it stop. Twice he leaned over and thumped me in the back of the head to shut me up but I couldn't stop. It was my only release. He thumped me a third time and my vision started to close in at the edges. It frightened me and I had to blink to clear my head. I fell silent aside from some grunts as my breath was forced out of me.

It did not take long. After all that, he pushed hard into me, causing me to cry out again as he filled my rectum to breaking point. He shook as he ploughed his seed into me, painting my insides with his cum. I cried out again, feeling hurt, humiliated and raw. He made a low rumbling sound in his throat like a growl.

I just wanted Master.

The Prince pulled away, his cock pulling out too quickly so it felt like he was turning me inside out again. He waved his sons over. “You heard of course this girl’s final scream?” He asked them. “Sometimes when a real man enters one such as this, she cannot help but orgasm near the end. It is not something I can control”

I sobbed, big tears running from my eyes onto the sheet. That wasn’t an orgasm, I thought. I cried out because you hurt me!

“Now the final lesson” he explained as he moved off the bed to get dressed. “You see her open pussy there, and you see my seed clearly?” The boys both clambered to look at my broken body, the hole gaping like never before and cum clearly visible.

“We do no wish to actually breed this girl. It is no life, to be born a bastard from a whore such as this” he explained. I was incredulous, but I could say and do nothing. I wasn’t a girl. I could not get pregnant! Stupid, dumb fuck!

“So, boys here is a trick that I learned from my father and today you will learn it from me!” His voice had become quieter, conspiratorial. He grabbed my chin and lifted it off the bed. He inserted two fingers deep into my mouth and he pulled the underwear from halfway down my throat. I was too weak to gag. I was just pleased that my throat was now clear. He got back between my open legs. “We take some fabric such as this underwear” he explained. “It does not have to be panties but see how we adapt and we use what we have available. We push these deep into the pussy to soak up the seed, thus we do not breed her”. He roughly grabbed my buttocks and pulled them apart, exposing my anus and pulling that fully open too. I was gaping wide. “Boy, place these panties as I instructed” he said. One of the boys moved into position and roughly stuffed the underwear through my open hole. He pushed deep with two fingers, seemingly enjoying fingering this fabric into me. When they were deep inside he withdrew his fingers, leaving just a little hanging out. The Prince released my buttocks and my hole gradually closed around the small piece of underwear.

“Honour is satisfied. My seed was not spent in the wind, but inside a western slut girl. And by inserting the material in this way, there is no risk of a bastard”. He laughed a little.

“Now come boys, we have somewhere else to be. I hope you enjoyed your lesson......” the voice faded as he led them away down the hall. I felt a massive surge of relief that this was over. I felt drunk again and mind was drifting now that my adrenaline levels were returning to normal. Suddenly the man was back, leaning over my naked body with his mouth close to my ear. I flinched, frightened of being hurt any more. “You did well. I enjoyed your pussy more than I have enjoyed any other and your behaviour was exemplary.” And then he was gone.

I lay there, face down in my own tears. He had left me tied and horribly stretched, my arms and legs now numb from the pain. My face was tender and I knew it was bruised. And my lip was split. I had angry sore welts and bruises on my legs, back, and ass. My poor cock was caged away and the plastic casing was digging into me. My bottom was lifted up high, my entrance stretched and raw and my rectum filled with cum and my own underwear. My whole body seemed to be on fire and my head was thumping and aching like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was so bad that it was making me feel sick. It had been an exhausting and humiliating day and I was in misery.

I wept and called out for Master to release me and help me but I couldn’t speak, the gag preventing me from forming words and my brain no longer functioned properly for some reason. Black curtains at the edge of my vision kept threatening to close. I could hear someone coming, I thought, but everything was fading. My eyes seemed to be closing on their own. In another second there was just peaceful darkness.

To be continued....