Slaves
Chapter 1: Introduced to the Art
Lenarta had been idly fingering herself on the bed, as Galifssae and Reesha walked the boy into the chambers. She smiled. She'd been trying to imagine how he'd look, and she was pleased to say that he was even prettier than she'd hoped.
The boy looked frightened. That was good. He had all the reason to be.
The left the guards to wait outside the door. The huge, muscular women were ready to come in as soon as called.
As he was walked further in, the boy's eyes went to the metal pole sticking out of the floor ever to the side, a cock-shaped part at the end, with shackles on both sides on the floor and hanging from above. His eyes widened further as he then saw the whips hanging from the walls. Lenarta grinned.
He truly was adorable! And still pleasantly baffled at his new existence. He had arrived a couple days ago. All previous day he had spent in one of the rape rooms of the central communal palace, with women going in and out. So he at least should have a basic understanding of the way he was to be used, of what was expected of him.
She would make sure to use him well!
As the other ladies ushered the lovely young piece of meat by the bed, Lenarta reached out to pull him onto it by his hair. She laid back down and, spreading her legs, pushed his face right in her cunt. He smartly started using his tongue right away. Good, he certainly had seemed to have learned something yesterday. No doubt his mouth was sore from being used all day long and into the night, but he knew by now that he had no choice in the matter. Mucenian noblewomen were nothing if not gifted in persuation. She got a whiff of her own smell and almost scrunched her nose. Then smiled again as she saw him hold back his revulsion. She grabbed his hair harder and moved her hips to get his tongue in deeper. It felt good, even if he barely knew what he was supposed to be doing.
Galiffssae and Reesha climbed in as well. The former grabbed the boy's arms and twisted them behind his back. She had them in a tight hold while he kept eating, Lenarta's hands tightly holding his hair. Meanwhile Reesha went for his ass and genitals with firm hands. His cock yet remained flaccid. They talked to him in a language he could not understand. Told them how he was their property. How aroused his beaty and youth made them. How they were going to use him. How they were going to enjoy making him cry. Things of that manner. Taunting.
A little while of enoying this, and then they made him lie on his back. They tied his wrists and ankles to the bed posts. Sings of yesterday's restraints were clearly visible on his skin.
Restrains were an important aspect of what the call the Art, the philosophy behind the use of young sex slaves. A central tenent of the Art was to keep the boy in a perpetual sense of helplesness and powerlessness. One way to do this was the use of physical restraints in whatever way he was used. Whether oral, penile or anal rape, or torture, or all the above, the boy was to be tied up or chained.
Rape of course was another central tenent. Ideally (and also in practice), a boy's life in the hands of his owners consisted of daily physical violation. His genitals were to be stimulated againts his will throughout the day for every remaining day of his life. His cock was now but a plaything for his mistresses and a source of misery for him. He was property and his most intimate being now only existed to bring pleasure to others.
And pleasure, it went without saying, was a thing of the past for the boy. What used to be his greatest source of enjoyment was now nothing but a tool of his own violation and torture. Of breaking him and his own will bit by bit. Turning his soul into a proper sacrifice for the Goddess.
Speaking of his cock, it still needed to be prepared. Reesha fetched a vial of the Elixir from a bed stand. She returned and poured some of the clear, oily liquid on his penis, then started to rub it in.
The cock hardened within seconds. It turned out to be quite large when erect, and pleasing to the eye. The boy stiffened against his binds as the Elixir started working: the growing sensation, the arousal. Well, arousal was perhaps not quite right. While the powerful state that the potion caused carried all the hallmarks of arousal, it was experienced as deeply unpleasant by the subject. Yet he could do nothing to control it, or stop his body from responding to stimulus. Everything grew supremely responsive and sensitive, making him oh so vulnerable.
Lenarta smiled wide, suddenly overtaken by delight. Ah, there was simply nothing quite so beautiful as youth! Subjugated to experience, the contrast was as natural as could be. A young boy, enjoyed and used by older women, that was the very basis of the Art. In fact, to earn a right to own and use slaves, a woman could not be younger than fourty years old. It was also the law that no person over twenty could be a slave. Not that such laws were super strickly enforces. And of course in both cases the Queen's Daughter's were the exeption. They were young, and preferred slightly older slaves, generally young men in their early twenties. But even they condoned to the rule that no Mucenian citizen could be a slave. Mostly they were foreign abductees.
But as for the older nobelwomen, boys over twenty were generally prohibited. Generally. Of course, they rarely lasted that long anyway.
The boy was now tied spread-eagled with his cock erect, ready to be used. The ladies ran their hands arounds his vulnerable flesh. His upper thighs were red and chafed from yesterday's hard use, left unhealed. The women also decided to leave them that way. After all, pain and discomfort were intergral to his life from hereon.
They eagerly toyed with his cock. His dislike of this was obvious. The way that it was meant to be. This was the sort of stimulation that his penis was get accustomed to. Torment in constant supply. Actual torture, of course, had to administered in careful measures, at least the more extreme kind. He would have to keep thinking that there was a way to avoid it. To keep him from becoming apathetic. Keeping alive that futile hope that one day he might even be freed. With time, torture sessions tend to become more frequent, as the novelty of the boy started to wear out. Towards the end of a boy's life cycle, some become mere pain toys for the most sadistic women (there were plenty of those) before they were finally disposed of (usually by those same women).
All this was sanctified by the dogma of the cult of the Goddes, the female aspect of the Divine in Mucenian religion. And though Lenarta did not exactly believe in divine powers, she did think that the theology was a nicely elegant way of justifying the things they did. Abusing slaves to please an endlessly sadistic deity. She supposed that they had something akin to the at the male side of the city. but not as refined. They mainly like to rape and torture the girls without thinking. They are, after all, governed by their cocks. And cocks, it was obvious, made terrible governors. They were meant to be subjugated
Galiffssae stopped toying with the boy's cock and then positioned herself over the boy's face, lowering her cunt to his lips. She started grinding back and forth as he did his best to work with his mouth.
Lenarta and Reesha caressed his nicely formed, freshly shaved and smooth body. Admired the loveliness of his youth, his smooth skin and his fresh, dexterous musculature. His skin was nicely tanned. He could have been brawnier, but there was certain allure to his skinniness. Made him look vulnerable. . .
Lenarta then moved to sit on his cock. She slid the hard thing into her wet cunt, smiled at the sensation. Moved her hips around. It felt amazing! Waves of pleasure pulsating outwards from between her legs.
Reesha started playing with the boy's nipples for added sensation. The woman's supple hands were very skillful, and she always seemed to know how to touch a boy to bring about the greatest effect. It was almost as if she was a psychic, able to really feel what the other felt. It was said that the most apt torturers possessed abilities like that. Lenarta wasn't sure she believed in such things. Though Reesha certainly was a very apt (and enthusiastic) torturer!
In any case, the attention to his nipples made his cock even more sensitive, and the boy whimpered as Lenarta moved his cunt around it. This was simple physiology, the way the nipples and the cock were connected. No different than it was with women.
Speaking of which, as Lenarta rode she started touching her own nipples. Connected her genitalia better to the rest of her. Making her whole body tingle. She smiled, both at the sensation and at the thought that this was what the boy felt as well. Only the inverse of pleasure. She could see it clearly in his face, the anguish and helpless humiliation. She loved being the direct cause of that. She ground her hips harder.
And soon she came. A very nice orgasm. And would not be the last.
Then, once Galiffssae also came on his mouth, they switched round. Reesha got on the cock. Lenarta got the mouth.
Lenarta made him stick his tongue as deep in her cunt as it went, then rocked hard back and front until the tail of the orgasm she'd had on his cock turned into a new orgasm. She fucked his tongue as long as the orgasm lasted and then a little more. Then mimicked an order for him to lick her clitoris with long licks. That felt perfect.
Then she heard Reesha orgasming. The boy whimpered a bit as the woman sank long nails into his skin. That distracted him enough to break the rhythm of his licking.
Irritated, Lenarta rose off and struck the boy hard across the face. Then she immediately realized that doing that aroused her. She struck him again. Then again, to stop him from trying to ask her not to hit him. It was clear what he tried to say, even in his barbaric languge.
She used both hands to keep striking him, feeling her arousal grow as he tried to evade her. Sounded like Reesha came again, too. Galiffssae was grinning, pinching his nipples hard. They all loved hurting boys as much as they loved fucking them!
Then finally Lenarta squeezed his cheeks hard in between her fingers, pressing her face close and looking into his eyes like she was going to devour his soul. He looked terrified. He looked anguished. The most arousing look!
"Now you serve me more!" she hissed.
She positioned herself over his face again, this time turning the other way. He was to eat her ass. Galiffssae went to guide his head to make him do what Lenarta directed. First he was made to lick it while Lenarta fingered her clit. After a while, he was to stick his tongue in it while she moved her hips around and continued touching herself. Then he was to suck it and tongue it at the same time. He did that surprisingly well. And soon Lenarta came again. An explosive orgasm, during which she rubbed her ass on his mouth until the last wave had passed.
She rose off his face and smiled down at his exhausted looking face, slime all over his pretty mouth. His cheeks red from getting hit. So adorable! "Now let's clean up that mouth of yours, huh?"
She squatted above his face, making him open wide. She spread out her labia and lowered herself to his lips, then let piss spray into his open mouth. She pissed in bits, giving him breaks for swallowing. He seemed to know what to do. Likely he'd drank his share yesterday. Nonetheless, he looked mortified having to do it, but knew he had no choice. Lenarta smiled.
Once done, she made him lick her clean. And then it was Reesha's turn to take his mouth, while Galiffssae sat on his cock.
They switched around a few more times. Made him eat cunt and ass, which he was getting better at for all his evident disgust. Made him drink more piss. And of course rode his lovely big cock.
Used him well.
Once they had all had several orgasm, they gathered around him, idly playing with his nice body with their hands. He was covered in sweat and their juices. Breathing heavily from the hard use.
Reesha slowly ran her fingers up and down and around his hard cock. "Hmmm," she said. "He has managed not to cum this whole time"
"Impressive," Lenarta said, plucking at is nipples.
"Well we can't have that, can we?" said Galiffssae.
Lenarta grinned. "We certainly can not!"
At that, she got up to take his cock inside her again. He reacted adorably, tensing and whimpering slowly as she gyrated her hips. Reesha and Galiffssae got to the top of the bed on each side of him.
"Hold his head," Lenarta said, "I want him to look into my eyes."
The ladies took him by the hair and by the jaw, directing his face at her.
Taking his nipples into her fingerips, Lenarta stuck her face closer to the boy's locked gazes with him. "Now you are going to cum for us, boy," she said. "You will cum inside me. You will cum inside me whether you want to or not. And you will look into my eyes as you do so!"
She wanted to see the terror and humiliation in his eyes as his body betrayed him. The mere thought almost made her cum herself. Grinning, she then tightened her cunt and started to rock back and forth, giving his cock the ride for his money.
The orgasms boys had when affected by the Elixir were as intense as they were displeasurable. Inverse extacy, someone had once dubbed them. An altogether irreplaceable aspect of the Art. A whole other thing were the pain-induced "orgasms" brought about by intense torture. Those were of course at least as integral an aspect.
Lenarta could see that the boy's body was soon building towards an orgasm quite despite his will. The chagrin was clearly visible in his eyes. When he tried closing the eyes, the other women forced them back open, hissing at him to keep looking at his mistress while she was raping him.
He understood clearly and did as told. And soon Lenarta grinned with all her teeth as she saw he would cum really soon. She could feel a climax building inside of herself as well. She increased the intensity, pinching his nipples harder.
The expression on his beautiful young face was priceless as the orgasm convulsed his features. The defeat in his eyes. His mouth open, gasping and moaning while his body spasmed in the binds. The women all grinning down at him, Lenarta keeping his anguished eyes in hers.
And then she let herself cum too. Making sure he could see the pleasure she took in his torment. Eyes locked, they kept cumming. One in agony, the other in extacy.
The power of forcing him to cum inside her against his will, to bring about such an intense rection! It was beautiful! The Goddess was certainly smiling upon them at that moment.
After enjoing the afterglow on his cock for a few minutes longer, Lenarta finally rose off the boy. The others relesed his head.
Sitting down onto his thigh, Lenarta patted his cheek rather hard. "Such a good little slut he is! Aren't you? Bringing so much enjoyment to your mistressess."
"He is a good toy," Reesha conceded.
"Do you think he's earned a reward, girls?" Lenarta asked.
"Oh, definitely!" said Galiffssae.
"What should it be?" asked Reesha with a wicked grin.
"I'm thinking. . . " With a grin of her own, Lenarta eyed the pole with the cock shaped tip. "A good whipping!"
Reesha clapped her hands together in mock enthusiasm. "Oh, goody! I was hoping to get to hear his cries!"
"He'll cry for us alright!" said Galiffssae, giving his nipple a hard twist. "Won't you, little one?"
He cried out. They all laughed.
The guards were called over. The ladies untied the boy, and the guards lifted him up as ordered, then carried him over to the pole. He started to fuss as he understood what was intended for him, but his flaundering was utterly useless against the strong women. His wrists were attached to the shackles hanging from the ceiling.
Humming to herself, Aliffssae oiled the cock at the end of the pole, then oiled the boy's anus while he hung there, the guards keeping his legs spread out. Then he was hoisted onto the pole, the cock slid up his ass as he cried and bucked. Then, the cock deep enough, his ankles were attached to the shackles bolted to the floor.
The guards ordered to leave once more, the grinning ladies regarded the boy in his ordeal. He did not look too comfortable, hanging there with his legs spread and ass penetrated, whimpering quietly while writhing in vain in seach of a more comfortable position. Well, he was only about to become more uncomfortable.
That beautiful cock of his poked out like the most delicious target. Lenarta could not keep herself from going to play with it a little before they started. Reesha joined her, and together they tormented his penis with their hands and with the tips of their nails, giving it little pinches and flicks, murmuring taunts in his ears, while he kept writhing and whimpering.
Meanwhile Galiffssae went to get something. She soon came back with two small metal objects. She stood in front of the boy, showing the objects to him.
They were nipple clamps, with nasty little teeth on them. Judging by the boy's expression, they were not unfamiliar to him.
With a laugh, the woman then put the clamps on his nipples, one by one. He did not seem to much care for the feeling of them, but then boys never did. Laughing, Galiffssae started to flick the attached clamps, as the boy whimpered louder with increased writhing.
With such lovely reactions, the ladies continued this kind of mild torture for a moment. Playing with his cock and nipples. Laughing, taunting. In between whimpers, he kept repeating some urgent sounding words over and over. Begging them to stop.
And they did eventually stop, but only because they wanted to get on with the program.
The women then chose a whip each, and once had done so stood in front of the boy. As he saw what they were about to do, his writhing intensified. He babbled more in his silly language. The ladies giggled.
"Should we gag him?" Lenarta asked.
"Absolutely not," Galiffssae said.
"No," echoed Reesha. "I'm in the mood to hear him cry and beg!"
"Agreed," Lenarta said. She tested the end of her chosed riding crop against her palm. "Shall we?"
The positioned themselves around him, and after another short moment of letting the tension build up, started whipping him. The first blow was from Galiffssae's multi-tailed scourge, and the tails bit into his inner thigh. He squeled amusingly. Then Lenarta whacked him on the side. Another squeal. Reesha's whip, a thin bullwhip type, licked his chest. Same thing.
And on they went, to his cute noises and writhing on the pole impaling him. They targeted his chest and belly, back and buttocks, and all across his thighs. Red welts appreared where the leather smacked. They deliberately avoided his genitals at first, getting the rest of him due attention first.
As exptected, he cried and he begged. And the ladies lauged and made all other sorts of noises of pleasure and amusement. All of them getting horny all over again.
Speaking of horny, despite the pain cased to him (or more like because of it, the way the Elixir worked), the boy's cock was getting no less hard. Jutting out all invitingly, waiting for it's turn. And perhaps it was getting to be time to give it the attention it deserved.
The ladies paused their whips for a while, repositioning themselves as to all stand in front of him. The caressed and teased the engorged, involuntarily aroused sex organ with their whips. The boy knew what they intended, and reacted accrodingly. Such sweet begging. Boys so disliked having their cocks tortured! Which, of course, was the whole point. The Goddess smiled down upon the sexual torture of young male slaves, the Head Priestess always said. It prepared their souls for her realm, where they suffered for her eternally, tortured and raped by her and her ferocious demonessess.
Lenarta sniffed at the suprestitious nonsense stuck in her head. No one really believed that stuff, yet acted accrodingly. The dogma so perfectly fit their wicked desires!
Without warning, then, she gave the cock the first blow, hitting the shaft. The boy jolted and gave a cry, and just as soon Galiffssae's scourge swissed in the air and landed on it's target, kissing the cock from base to tip. He squaled, and then Reesha gave her long whip a skillful flick, which resulted in the tip catching the cockhead.
And they kept whipping. As blow after blow kept pelting the boy's cock, he hopelessly dangled, bucked, and cried, and begged. But even as the cock turned red and striped, it yilded none of its hardness. The twisted feeling in the boy's head must have been quite something, as the pain only increased his arousal, yet the arousal itself was torturous for him. Should the whipping lead him to climax, he would be in for an even more interesting sensation!
But the ladies stopped whipping him before such a thing could happen. Reesha stopped first, putting her whip down and going to stand behind the boy. While Galiffssae continued swatting the cock a little while, and Lenarta whacked his balls with her crop, Reesha played with his clamped nipples. For a moment they thought of taking him over the treshold in this manner, but then decided against it.
They agreed to force him to cum by hand.
They put their whips away, and Reesha rubbed more Elixir on his cock. She started stroking the whip-raw organ intently, while he twitched and whimpered Lenarta helped, alterating between the shaft and the balls, playing with the clamped right nipple at the same time. Galiffssae went behind the boy and pressed her hand over him mouth, pulling his head backward. With her other hand, she played with the other nipple.
"Now we'll reward you even more!" Galiffssae said.
"Aren't we kind mistresses?" asked Reesha.
They laughed.
The boy did not act as if he was treated with kindness, breathing with whimpering puffs through his nose, twiching as if in great discomfort. He was, of course!
Reesha smiled as her skillful hands worked. "He has such a nice, big cock!" she said.
"Indeed he does!" replied Lenarta.
The boy once again provided them with pleasing reactions as they played with him, twitching whimpering and moaning in their hands. And very soon he came and came with force. A suprisingly strong squirt of cum came flying out of his cock, given that he had just cum inside Lenarta not so song ago. He fought and cried and the ladies kept stroking him. The pain added to the totality of his body's reactions, as the Elixir made his mind interprate pain as a sexual sensation as well. All in all, it was difficult to say how messed up the substance made his world of experience, but observing could could confirm that very messed up it was. Alchemists were evil geniouses!
They gave his cock some five minutes of post-orgasm torture. Then, letting him go for a minute, they looked at him hanging there, shaking. Breathing heavily. Such a lovely sight.
Reesha cocked her head at the boy, then looked at the other women. "Another one?"
Lenarta gave a big, mean grin. "Definitely!"
And so, to his great distress, they assaulted him again.
Another orgasm soon was building. The Elixir would not allow the arousal to leave him, unless an antidote was administered. The boy would keep cumming as long as he was stimulated. And with each orgasm, they tended to increase in intensity. Torturing a boy like this often proved to be even crueler than the traditional kind. Of course, often the two methods were combined.
The boy came again. With more priceless reactions! After this second climax they spontaneusly kept on seamless stimulation until the third. Then, after only 10-20 minutes (who knew really; time did, after all, fly when you were having fun) of moaning, whimpering, shaking, spasmodically twitching futile struggling, his cock gave out yet another one - to a such intense moaning, whimpering, shaking, spasmodically twitching futile struggling that it was funny (well at least they got a good laugh). That last climax and the after-cum stimulation then lasted for another 1-30 minutes until they let him slump in his bongade, shivering and wheeping.
They studied him there, a complete mess after their treatment. Whip marked and orgasmed into exhaustion. Likely he thought he had died already and gone to Goddess' domain of terror. Little did he know.
Poor boy. After this he still had a whole torture session waiting for him with ladies of another clan who had reserved him! And with the clan in question, that meant the most intense kind of pain. Relentless torture. He was not ready for that at all. Yet he had no choice.
The thought made Lenarta smile.
But first there was the matter of the ladies being all horny again.
They called the guards and made them tie the boy back up. Then they used him some more, utilizing his sore, whip-kissed cock with gusto. Making him use his mouth, of course. And they all came. Several times. And so did he, with the aid of another doze of Elixir. Only for him, of course, there was no pleasure involved.
When they were done, the got up and let him lay in bed while they took some wine. Each lady finally sexually satisfied. For now.
Sipping her wine, Lenarta looked at the tied boy, his cock still standing up hard. He was crying softly. No wonder slaves often had such a short life span. It was so much fun to use them up! Taking things slow was just so difficult when your possession was so desirable! You tended to spend it all quickly.
She wondered if there would be much left of the boy for the next clan. Maybe, to be considerate, they'd let him rest a little first. After all, boys were far more fun to torture when they gave their fullest reactions!
Then again, what was waiting for him in the hands of those cruel women would most certainly provoke a reaction. And only alchemy would ensure he did not pass out and miss any of it!
Well, there she went again. Making herself aroused.
Lenarta put down her glass, then went on the bed and once more grabbed the boy's hair, forcing her cunt on his mouth.
Galiffssae and Reesha came and started to play with his cock.
Chapter 2: Rape Room
The ladies walked the boy into the rape room. Their eyes stayed on him every step of the way, drinking up his beauty. Laedia could tell from the two other women that they were as horny as she was. And the Goddess knew that she had such a burning between her legs that she could have ridden the lovely young thing to death within minutes.
But she could stand to take it easier as well. Long and drawn out play was, after all, more sweeter than following your immediate impulses. In fact, looking back the last dozen or so years, Laedia could remember killing only one boy during rape (either suffocated him or choked him, she wasn't sure). That was pretty good, she thought.
Torturing to death, of course, did not count, for such a thing was rarery unintentional.
The boy was taken to a tall table with a platform in front of it. The table itself was cushioned for one to to lie on it comfortably. At the end there were shackles, so that the victim was pressed against the end of the table, his legs attached, leaning forward with wrists attached to the sides. End result was that he was leaning forward against his elbows, his mouth ready to serve the one lying on the table itself. Under the table, one had free access to his genitals, as there was a hole on the endboard with straps to secure the cock and balls.
The boy was led onto the platfrom and Laedia got up on the table, getting confortable. She lifted her skirts while the other women attached him. Then, grinning at him, she took the boy's head by the hair and shoved his face between her legs. His soft mouth on her cunt. He got to work.
She had spent the last couple of weeks traveling for business, sweating in the mid summer's sun. For the last couple of days she hadn't washed herself down there, as she'd know that she would want to be eaten once home. Cunts should only ever be cleaned with boy-mouths, she often said, joking only partly.
Ferrah went to fetch something from the table of toys at the edge of the room. She returned with two objects: a two-headed metal cock attached to a harness and a bottle of lubricating oil. After applying oil on it, she strapped the cock to the front of her (one head went inside of her cunt) and then rose onto the platform. She started oiling the boys asshole. He whimpered softly.
The women's eyes briefly met, and they both scowled. Ferrah and Laedia had been at odds with each other for some time now. Laedia could not remember the reason, but she did know that the bitch annoyed her. Still, they could be more or less amicable next to a shared interest.
After finishing with the oiling, Ferrah started inserting the strapped-on metal cock in the ass. The boy tensed and groaned, and Laedia had to pull no his hair harder to keep him eating.
Once the cock was in properly, Ferrah started moving her hips back and forth. The boy whimpered with his eyes closed. He was no longer a virgin but was far from inured to ass raping. Ferrah, both arms tattooed, held him hard by the hips, nails digging into skin, and started fucking him intently. He moaned in discomfort and pain, yet to his credit kept his mouth working nicely. The vibration from the noise was always a nice touch.
Ass and mouth thus violated, one more important part of him remained unabused. But not for long.
With a wicked smile, Deelah strolled over with a vial of Elixir in her long-fingered hand. She dove under the table, and Laedia watched as the young woman (she was barely in her fourties but already very skilful with the Art) started preparing the boy's cock. Oiling it with the clear liquid. The Elixir took effect very fast, and soon the sizeable organ was completely hard. The woman's hands worked on its slick surface, making a soothingly squelching sound.
The boy moaned louder, now at the sensation on his suddenly very receptive cock. That feeling of strong pleasure that was not pleasure at all, provided by the alchemists who had created the Elixir. Intense sexual arousal, but wholly unpleasant for him.
Yet he tried to not let all this interfere with his mouth work. So Laedia decided she would let him off easy. For starters.
After a little while Deelah stopped and came out from under the table. With an even wickeder grin she walked over to the table of toys. Laedia had a grin of her own as she watched the woman pick something up.
A little aid for stroking his cock.
The device was called a ring-gauntlet. As the name implied, it was a sort of metal glove, consisting of several rings attached to each other with small chains, three rings for each finger, plus three bands around the palm. The rings and bands were dappled with little studs. Stroking a sensitive, Elixir-enforced cock with one (or more) of those gave a nicely intense effect! The studs made it not too painful yet quite uncomfortable. Forcing a boy to cum with ring-gauntles was almost as good fun as it was with a cock-raper! With or without the aid of a (also studded) sound.
Deelah put her right hand in the gauntlet and came back. Before going back down, however, she stopped, and Laedia turned his head towards the woman. Deelah then teasingly waggled her slender, ring-glad fingers at him and, seeing his expression, gave a nasty, sighing laugh before going under.
Laedia pressed the boy's mouth back into her cunt. Then she looked under the table as Deelah, slowly and tesingly at first, started again to play with his lovely young cock. Soon she was stroking it full on, focusing especially on the sensitive glans. The studs rubbing the delicate skin.
The boy's muscled became tensed with all the stimulation, nicely muscled arms looking really hot with the wrists strapped down. Leadia caressed his bicep with one while holding to his hair with the other.
She smiled as she felt the boy struggling to keep his eating going. The invasive sensation of the rings on his cock, not to mention that of the metal cock in his ass, made it hard for him to keep going in a steady rhythm. No worries, she would make him know if he failed to please her. In fact, just in case, she pulled on his hair harder, digging her nails into his scalp a little. He whimpered. She smiled wider. You could always add a bit more discomfort.
Ferrah then reached out her hands under him, finding his nipples with her fingertips. Adding to the overall stimulation. As she did so, the boy's whimpers deepened. His mouth slipping, Leadia pulled on his hair with both hands.
Laedia's and Ferrah's eyes met then, and they shared a grin. Momentarily forgetting their differences as they worked together to best abuse the lovely boy at their mercy. Knowing how to make it as uncomfortable for him as possible.
With a smile, Laedia wrapped her legs around his head, closing him into her fold. Pulling his hair to get his pretty mouth closer against her cunt, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his young lips and tongue as they desperately tried to please her. He had known real torture, she knew, and wanted to do what he could to ensure that his cock would hereon be subjected to only the kind of mild abuse that he now was given. He thought he could effect that by doing exactly what was told.
And while it was true that disobeying was the surest way to get to spend the most time in the dungeons, there was of course no way they could avoid them indefinitely. Torture was what was done to slaves. It was a sport and it was a supreme pleasure. And it was the right and the sacred duty of a lady to subject a boy to.
It was the will of the Goddess.
Thoughts of the darkest deeds done to boys in the depths of dungeons managed to arouse Laedia so greatly that she soon came hard!
How long had it been since she'd last breathed in the cold, damp odor of the torture chamber? Days! She longed the feeling of getting horny to the sounds of muffled screams, snapping whips, the buzz of electricity . . . Longed for the wonderful orgasms from riding a thoroughly worked-over cock, while its owner (former owner was more like it) writhed and cried under you, strapped down helpless.
Her orgasm seemed to last and last, until it finally led to another, an even better one. Once that passed, she still kept the boy eating her, as the pleasure endured. It mattered less what he was doing, as long as his mouth worked, desperate as it was.
Looking under the table, she saw Deelah work the boy's cockhead intently, her beringed fingers twisting round and round. He would soon be cumming himself, judging by the shaking, twitching legs, the swelling cock, and by the way he cried and moaned into Laedia's cunt.
Deelah's already wide grin then became wider as semen started to squirt out. The boy moaned and cried like a woman giving bith, his muscular body twitching and shaking. He was trying to pull his cock into safety, but the binds kept it in the mercy of the woman, whose hand still kept stoking. She was making sure that the rings made maximum impact with the intensely sensitive areas of the penis. Switching between different holds. Using the long nails of her other hand to add to the mix. Torturing his cock with great glee, her teeth gleaming and eyes shining.
To his credit, he mostly kept his mouth working through all this. Laedia could in fact feel another orgasm start to build up. She decided to postpone it as long as she could.
Meanwhile, Ferrah looked to be cumming as her hips slammed again and again against the boy's nice ass. She squeezed his sides hard, never slowing her fucking for a second.
Laedia smiled. Holding onto the boy's blond hair with one hand she stroked it with the other, almost gently. A lovely sight. Such a sweet young thing, raped so thoroughly and savagely! As a boy should be.
After maybe ten to twenty minutes of post-orgasm torture, Deelah came out and walked back to the table. She picked up another ring gauntlet, wore it on her other hand. She returned and went down, and after adding more Elixir started to work they boy's cock with both hands. It did not please him.
Laedia raised her hips and made him lick her asshole for a change. That needed cleaning as well. While he did that, she started to finger herself. The combination was delightful. Soon the boy shook and cried as he came again. Yet the mouth kept working desperately. His anquish and the stimulation gave her another orgasm which seemed to last and last.
The boy was shaking instensly while Deelah under the table was giving his post-orgasm sensitive cock a thorough treatment. Ferrah grinned as she watched his shaking and sweaty muscular back, and then her face convulsed in pleasure as she came again as well.
They kept this up a bit longer until it was time to move the boy. He was strapped on his back onto a different rape-table, and as soon as he was secured the eager ladies got on him. Deelah rode the cock first, while Ferra got onto his mouth. As they used him, Laedia caressed his muscular torso, played with his nipples. They were still red from Ferrah's pinching, nail marks all around.
They switched around a few times, taking turns on his mouth and cock, playing with his sensitive nipples. He came once inside Ferrah and another time inside Laedia, jolting adorable against his binds each time. The ladies each had a couple orgasms.
Then his legs were attached to shackles hanging from the ceiling, his legs spread out. Ferrah strapped the metal cock on again, this time attaching to it a wire leading out of a metal box. This added a weak electric current to the cock, tingly to her but rather unpleasant for him. Wide-grinning deelah wore her ring gauntlets again, also attaching wires from the box. The current would only tickle her hands, but feel very uncomfortable on the sensitive skin on his cock. As if to demonstrate, the lady touched her index finger on the cockhead. He jolted with a cry. The women laughed.
They started on him again. Ferra fucking him. Deelah stroking the cock and adding flavor by caressing his balls.
Being electro-raped did not exempt the boy from eating, of course. Laedia parked her cunt onto his lips and he did his best, amid wimpers. His ass and genitals under a buzzing, crackling assault. He still ate nicely. She toyed with his nipples, facing the other ladies so she could admire their work.
Not long once they'd started, the boy spasmed, and his cock shot out another load of cum. The climax was poweful, causing some intense shaking and jerking. And while Laedia would not permit his mouth to leave her cunt, she forgave if he focused on moaning and crying for a while. The vibrations and the twitches soon brought her over the edge as well.
Deelah continued, of course, as did Ferrah. They were grinning wide at his anguish. The mild-ish pain added to the climax, but since the climax was not primarily pain-caused it did not qualify for a full torturegasm. But of course the line was often hard to draw. Main thing was that the sensation was far from pleasurable for him, as evinced by his twitching and crying. Yet the pain, and the sense of helplessness, only fed into the artificial arousal, which then made those worse. The perverse loop.
It was beautiful!
The insatiable ladies played with the boy for a few hours altogether, switching him into different positions over the many pieces of restraining equipment in the room, keeping mostly in traditional types of rape. The ladies came umpteen times, and so did he. They let his cock go limp a couple of times in between, applying the Elixir's antidote. This was important during longer sessions so as to avoid damaged goods. Not that healing potions could not take care of most damages, as they also healed injury from harder torture: bleeding, cuts, and burns and such, even milder mutilation.
Finally, Laedia came for the last time, rubbing her cunt while the boy's tongue was deep in her ass. He was on his back, sprawled on a table. Ferrah also came, riding his cock, her long legs pulled up so that the heels of her leather boots bit into the sides of his bound thighs. Deelah had gone to sit on the divan at the side of the room, sipping expensive wine.
After orgasming, Deelah and Laedia looked at each other. They shared a satisfied grin, fast friends now.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Laedia asked while idly pinching the boy's nipples.
"Possibly," said Ferrah with a sly smile.
"What are you two thinking?" asked Deelah, strolling over with a glass of wine.
"I'm thinking I'm not quite done with him," Laedia said. "A visit to the dungeons might be in order."
Ferrah got off the cock, sat back and started to handle it roughly. Twitches and whimpers. His tongue still in Laedia's asshole. "Yes I would not mind hearing him scream."
"Just the three of us?" Deelah asked.
"Could ask others to join," Laedia said.
Ferrah shrugged, sticking a nail inside the urethra. "The more the merrier."
He spasmed and squealed as Ferrah wiggled the nail. The ladies grinned evilly.
"That's the spirit!" Deelah said.
They giggled.
Then the still grinning ladies called the guards to untie the boy while they got dressed. They then followed as the guards started to drag the naked boy toward the cellar dungeons. They took a few bottles of good vintage wine with them.
A torture session would follow.
Chapter 3: A Torture Session
Six women surrounded the torture table to which the boy was strapped. His arms stretched out above his head. His legs spread with straps around the ankles and upper thighs. Straps below the abs and below the pecs, around the neck and around the forehead. A gag fixed into the table.
Their lovely young toy. Tightly in place and ready to be played with.
His cock had also been prepared, standing fully erect with a wire around the base and around the balls, attached through a loop at the foot of the table to keep the thing pointing up. Oiled with Elixir. The foreskin pulled up like a wrapper on a gift, concealing the most vulnerable, sensitive part of his body.
The dungeon air was chilly. The boy shivered in his binds. It could have been from cold and fear in equal measure. Fear, of course, was fully warranted. And once they began working on him in earnest, he would be sweating.
He was relatively fresh, abducted from his native land a couple of weeks ago. Sadly no virgins had been available at this time. Nothing beat torturing an untouched boy for the first time.
This one would have to do, though. And he would do nicely. He had a real nice body for someone so young: either he had been training for a warrior or then had worked in hard manual labor.
With nasty grins, the ladies started to trail their hands, their fingers, their nails, all around the naked flesh of their beautiful victim. Caressing, stroking, squeezing, pinching. Enjoying his reactions. His shaved, muscular body tensed at their touch and he whimpered softly into his gag.
Reesha ran her hand up the boy's thigh, raked her long nails across his smooth scrotum, then wrapped her fingers around his rock-hard cock. His breathing intensified as she squeezed the thick sex organ, sliding her hand up. Smiling, she peeled back the foreskin, and the boy twitched.
He then went all rigid, breathing in whimpers, as she began to play with the exposed head with the fingertips and nails of her other hand. Supremely sensitive!
After a while, she started to slowly stroke the oil-slick organ with both hands. The boy moaned.
He did have the perfect cock! Long enough for two hands to wrap around the shaft and thick so that it filled them nicely. A large head that was very well shaped, inviting to explore its dimensions.
Tonight the ladies would be exploring that beautiful cock very carefully. And very painfully! Those unforgiving restraints keeping him utterly helpless.
He might not have been a virgin, and had already been enjoyed by dozens of ladies, his cock mouth and ass used and abused in abandon. But he had not been properly tortured yet. He did not know how profoundly his sexuality could be violated and assaulted. Tonight he would begin to learn.
He was a in highly receptive state for such a lesson. As was usual with torture sessions, three kinds of Elixirs had been administered to him. The main kind to set up the state principal to the Art: a supreme sense of invasive arousal, mixed with a gripping sense of dread and much increased sensitivity everywhere in the body but especially in the erogenous zones. The second one, a variation of the first concoction, was there to increase penile sensitivity even further (it was, after all, largely the penis through which the boy suffered for his owners: the center of his sexuality and therefore his soul). The third one, administered by rubbing it under his nostrils, was meant to keep him from passing out as the pain increasingly intensified. The boy was to feel in fullness whatever his mistresses intended for him.
Overall, the Elixirs served to generate a state of great (albeit greatly disturbing) involuntary arousal and sensitivity and vulnerability, in which all treatment he received became nothing but torture. Both physical and spiritual.
One purpose, though by far not the only one, of torture sessions was to make the boy fear them. He would do anything to not have to go through another, and so would serve to the best of his ability, even while enduring milder abuse. Gentler torment was still unpleasant, but preferable to the maximum pain and intensity of a proper session.
The even greater purpose of a torture session, of course, was to provide Mučenian noblewomen with lots of fun!
And fun they were going to have. Deelah joined Reesha in toying with the boy's cock. Jointly, their fingers probed all around its sensitive contours as he twitched and whimpered, the Elixir perverting the normally pleasurable feelings. Stroking. Brushing. Raking the glans with their nails. Both women with big smiles. The other ladies were caressing his beautiful tied-up body, pinching and rubbing his nipples, kneading his balls. All this attention increasing his already heightened responsiveness. Magnifying his sense of vulnerability and helplessness. Priming him for the pain to come.
And quite soon the ladies grew tired of teasing him and started to prepare for the proper proceedings. Eager to start hurting him.
A whipping was a typical way to start a session, so each went to choose a proper tool of one of the numerous different ones hanging on the walls of the torture chamber. Ashiahe attached metal clamps on the boy's nipples, joined by a chain. The boy cried as she roughly clamped each in place, then again as she yanked on the chain. Reesha had never seen a crueler smile on anyone that this lad, a wiry woman in her early sixties, had. The woman took a riding crop and started teasing the boy's pecs with it, while holding the chain taut. She tapped the stretched out nipples and he cried a soft, moaning cry.
Everyone with a whip now, they positioned themselves around their victim. He writhed and moaned nervously, as he could clearly see what was about to go down. But nothing could save him. Tightly restrained as he was, and surrounded by absolute sadists!
They teased his naked body with the whips, letting tension grow. He whimpered anxiously. They grinned. They giggled.
And then the whips started singing.
Smacks and cries and laughs filled the chilly dungeon. The boy struggling hopelessly as the whips kissed him all over. His chest. His belly. His legs. His arms. Even his feet. The most conspicuous part left unwhipped were his genitals.
The boy was such a beautiful sight, restrained helpless and in pain (such a sight always was)! Reesha could feel her cunt getting wet as she watched him twitch and struggle, listening to his cries. His lovely young body all tensed muscle. And that juicy cock sticking up helplessly, awaiting its turn. So big. So hard. So vulnerable! So inviting!
After putting some nice red stripes on his exotically light skin, the women stopped. They then congregated around his yet spared genitals. That part of him needed special focus. Only Ashiahe remained responsible of his nipples.
Deelah and Reesha caressed his genitalia with their riding crops. His hips jerked cutely, as if he really thought he could move from harm's way!
Harm begun, and leather started smacking against his cock and balls. Five whips swatting mercilessly, finding every inch of his most sensitive parts. His oh-so-arousing reactions! The cock impressively large, twitching as the whips struck it again and again, the shaft and the head, turning them rosy. They took little pauses to playfully stroke it, that too getting increasingly more painful.
His genitals had been whipped before, so this was not yet a wholly novel experience for him. But of course they were just warming up.
Speaking of warming up, after some ten minutes of whipping, it was time for him to feel some heat!
Amellah went over to the side table and started lighting candles. The small woman smiled as she lit them and handed them out one by one. She took the last one and joined the others around the table. They were specially made so that the wax burned extra-hot but so that it left minimal burns. Specifically meant for erotic torture play.
Without further ado, the ladies started dripping the wax all around his naked flesh. They giggled at his cute reactions. Once again, they left his genitals be. Then, when he was covered in crusted, beige wax, they took whips and started to remove the layer. Once he was clean, they did another round of wax. To jerking and crying. The Elixir and the powerful, involuntary state of arousal it caused increased dermal sensitivity all over the body, not merely in the genitals.
Once the second layer had been whipped off, the ladies all congregated around the said genitals with their candles. Bringing the candles above the cock and balls.
The candles tipped over in turns. They poured the wax from close distance so as to not cool too much before hitting, delivering maximum pain. He struggled and cried delightfully as the burning wax dripped all over the super-sensitive skin of the scrotum and the erect penis, the large cockhead getting the most attention. Into his gag he begged for them to stop in his own ridiculous language.
The ladies laughed. They had barely even begun to torture him!
Same as with the rest of him, then, they used their whips to remove the wax, then added another layer. Then a third. By the time they were done, his cock and balls were quite red indeed! And the lovely creature already on the verge of tears!
They took some time teasing him with their hands. Oiling his cock again, they played with it with hands, fingertips, nails. He breathed heavily, muscles tensed, making the adorable noises into his gag. Kept twitching sexily. The nipple clamps were removed and the nipples plucked and pinched. His balls and ass played with. The raw sensitivity from whips and wax exploited. Building up the sense of violation, of helplessness, and the artificial arousal. Building up for the next phase of the session.
With mean grins and laughs, the ladies toyed with their naked and strapped-down defenseless young victim. The proper torture yet ahead.
After some time of leisurely fun, they prepared to move on. Getting the tools for the next bit of fun.
It was time to do some iron work on the boy.
Ashiahe and Deelah grabbed pliers, Amellah a huge pair of tongs. Shiabelle took a studded iron cock at the end of a long handle. Reesha went for the main toy: the cock raper.
The cock raper was a simple yet elegant piece of torture equipment. Wooden handles which, when pressed together, tightened the cylinder-shaped iron jaws containing dozens of studs on the inside. The jaws, of course, closed around the cockhead. A long studded spike protruded in the middle, and was obviously meant to enter deep in the urethra. The toy would rape the cock from the inside and out, hence the name.
The only lady without a toy, Ezaria, went to sit by the boy's head, grabbing hard his luxurious hair and caressing his pretty face, while whispering in his ear what they were still going to do to him. Of course he did not understand a work, but the message was certain to go through.
Shiabelle lubricated the metal cock and then the boy's asshole. She then slowly inserted the cock while he groaned and twisted at the violating invasion. She bared her teeth in a grin at his fussing. Ashiahe and Deelah took hold of his nipples with the pliers, and Amellah caught both his his balls in the tongs. Reesha took a hold on the base of his penis and prepared the cock raper. It had been oiled in advance. She inserted the tip of the spike in his urethra and he jolted. She smilingly pressed the spike so that the jaws came to be level with the glans, then pressed the handles. The cock trapped inside. He shook and moaned as she did this.
The ladies traded grins. They began.
It was impossible to say which of the many violations he was experiencing all at once most caused his very intense reactions. As usual, it was probably the totality. But Reesha knew well that the cock raper alone would have been a profoundly displeasurable thing to experience. She moved the thing, squeezed firmly around the cock, up and down in a circular motion, the studs abusing the highly sensitive organ from within and without. Boys tended to cum quick having their cocks raped like this, and they tended to cum hard, and they tended to cum many times. And there was no doubt that such a cumming was a downright nasty experience! With no respite whatsoever. Multiple torturegasms in a row were commonplace in the dungeons. How that made them cry and fight their restraints!
Which was exactly what the boy was doing. Providing the women which such joy! He spasmed and shook and whimpered and cried. Nipples twisted by pliers, balls squeezed by the tongs, ass and cock raped. The ladies doing it laughing and taunting him as they worked. Arousal making them meaner and being mean making them more aroused. And he was helpless, so utterly helpless, as helpless as they were merciless.
Ezaria, a fistful of the boy's hair still grabbed tight, had her face pressed right next to his, every now and then providing him with a lick or a kiss or a nibble of the ear. As if she were making love to him. Her other hand was under her skirt and working hard, a look of pleasure on her face. She seemed to be having an orgasm, watching his anguish. Then, after a while, she took the hand from underneath her skirt. It was slick with fluids. She rubbed her fingers on his face, on his nostrils. Then, with a grin, she pinched his nose to cut the air. He struggled to breathe past his gag. The she let the nose go. And, after a while, pinched it again. Adding breath play to the torture. She continued this for some time.
It was fun to play with such a lovely, receptive victim. Yet, despite the intensity of the boy's reactions, he did not cum! That was surprising, and not even increasing the force with which Reesha was raping the cock did it.
Deelah handed her pliers over to Ezaria, who went to work on his reddened, swollen nipple. She kept periodically pinching the boy's nose shut, grinning at his great distress.
