Drew's Frightful Trip
The Drew Thomas Fantasy Series: Volume 4
Written by: your good boy

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This story is a fantasy about bondage and non-consensual sex.  Unlike these fantasies, true-life domination and bondage should always be SAFE, SANE, and CONSENTUAL.

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Authors note (06/06/2000):

This story was originally published as "Drew Visits the Marquesa."  The author has renamed this story to fit the scheme of his later stories.

Several grammatical changes have been made to the story.  No changes in plot or content have occurred.

Authors note (06/18/1998):

Mistress Mandy was inspired by a childhood acquaintance of the author.  Princess Shandra, Countess Catherine, Lady Nicole, and Lady Colleen were inspired by bondage/fetish artwork from Sojame.  Lady Sarah was inspired by the beautiful, loving wife of the author.

If you have ever fantasized about being a helpless captive of beautiful women, the many adventures of Drew Thomas should be of great interest.  If being a prisoner of: Cat Woman, Amazon warriors, outlaw cowgirls, The Oakland Raider Cheerleaders, your female boss, the girl next door, or even your own wife, turns you on, keep reading.

This story is the fourth in a series of fantasies as seen through the eyes of the fictional character, Drew Thomas.

Current volumes include:
 1. "Drew's First Time"
 2. "Drew's New Job"
 3. "Drew's Mysterious Client"
 4. "Drew's Frightful Trip"
 5. "Drew's Royal Retreat"
 6. "Drew's Dreadful Demons"
 7. "Drew's Goddess Returns"
 8. "Drew's Surrender"
 9. "Drew's L.A. Adventure"
10. "Drew's Tropical Adventure"
 

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Drew's Frightful Trip
The Drew Thomas Fantasy Series: Volume 4
Written by: your good boy
 

Prologue

Our "hero' is Drew Thomas, a mid-forties computer professional.  He is happily married and has two children, both in college.  Drew and his wife have a very good, faithful, vanilla relationship.

It has been thirty-five years since Drew's first encounter with bondage and Female Domination.  It has been nearly thirty years since our "hero" had his brief reunion with Mandy, his teenage bondage goddess.

Drew has been at his new job for just one week.  His first two days were filled with unexpected bondage and sexual activity.  He is now being blackmailed by his boss.  He cannot quit or she will accuse him of sexual harassment....
 
 
 

Chapter 1 - Morning Has Broken
 

I walked briskly from the parking lot to the front door of the office building.  I entered the front door and smiled at the night shift security guard.  In the one week I had worked here, I had learned her name was Colleen.  She was a beautiful, young, redhead.  Her security uniform fit snugly to her shapely body.  She was rather tall; probably five foot, ten inches.  She was slender, maybe one hundred and ten pounds.  Like most of the women at the office, she was very attractive.  I had also learned she was the boss' niece.

"Good Morning Colleen!"  I greeted her.

"Good Morning, Mr. Thomas!" she replied.  "I see you're early as usual."

"I like to check with my night staff before they leave," I volunteered.

She flashed a warm, sincere smile.  "It's nice to see a manager who cares about the night shift."

"I'm know that Ms. O'Hara and Ms. DeLeon care greatly for each and every one of you."  I responded as I headed through the office "bullpen," and toward my office.

Halfway to my office, I passed the desk of Julie, the night shift Customer Service Rep. She was a medium-height brunette with small, firm breasts and slender hips.  She was always very cheerful when I walked past her.

"Good Morning, Mr. Thomas!" she greeted me.

"Good Morning Julie!"  I responded.  "I hope your night was uneventful."

"Every thing was just fine, as usual," she chirped back.

"Great!  I like to hear things are running smooth."

I continued to my office.  I place my briefcase on the floor next to my desk.  I headed back through the door and toward the computer room.  Seated at a desk just outside the door was Betty.  She was my Technical Support Engineer on the night shift.  She was a short, perky, blonde-haired woman.  She was in her early thirties.  She was very capable with the equipment and very friendly with customers.  She was like everyone on my staff, very easy and enjoyable to work with.

"Good Morning, Betty," I smiled.  "How is the ship running tonight?"

"Every thing is sailing smoothly," she grinned.  "I love nights like this one."

"I think we all do," I responded.

I entered the computer room.  The equipment was making the normal drone of noise.  It was not excessively loud, but it was an annoying noise.  Working at the console of the computer sat Mary, the night shift Computer Operator.  She saw me walk through the door.  She nodded her head in acknowledgment.  She briefly finished the task she was performing.  She turned and walked toward me.

"Good Morning, Mr. Thomas," she shouted over the low drone of machinery.  "I see you haven't forgotten about the vampires and werewolves on the night shift."

"I've been a werewolf before.  I know how forsaken you can feel."  I grinned at her.  "I must say, the four of you are the prettiest vampires and werewolves I have ever seen.  Not to mention the best workers."

She smiled back at me.  "I bet you tell the day shift the same things."

"Well, I must admit that all three shifts are filled with great employees.  It is a pleasure to have so many dedicated professionals working in the company."  I looked into her eyes.  "If you ever have a problem, don't hesitate to see me."

I headed out of the room and back into my office.  I walked around my desk and plopped into my chair.  I gazed out the window and let my mind wander.  What a wonderful place to work.

My mind was reviewing the events of the last week.  Starting a new job was always exciting.  However, this job was most unusual.  Being the only man working for the company was more than I had bargained.  All the women were beautiful and friendly.  Everyone was very business-like and professional in the office.  But, the weekly staff meetings on Wednesdays turned out to be daylong bondage parties, with me as the victim.  Thursdays were reserved for client visits.  The clients were professional and/or life-style dominas, who preferred my role as victim to my role as Technical Manager.  My wildest fantasies were quickly becoming reality.

Today was Thursday, another client visit day.  Last week, my second day with the company, a very special client visited our office.  She was my boss' college roommate, The Marquesa De Sade.  She had tortured me throughout the day.  She had ended her visit by inviting us to her home.  I had no idea whether she lived in a castle, a mansion, or a haunted house.  She obviously was very wealthy.  She truly was descended from the legendary Marquis.  She was beautiful, but evil.  In a few hours, I would be at her mercy again.

I was wearing a new three-piece suit and a new shirt and tie.  I was looking quite sharp for the special occasion.  I knew my boss, the tall, elegant, redheaded Ms. O'Hara considered The Marquesa to be one of her closest friends.  I had to give every effort to please them both.

My thoughts were interrupted by a voice.  Standing in my doorway was the Administrative Assistant, Shandra Stone.  She was a beautiful, tall, muscular blonde.  She was over six feet tall.  Her body was beautifully shaped, yet extremely strong.  I had learned that she was the crown princess of an Amazon nation.  Her mother, Queen Xandra had been a college roommate of Ms. O'Hara.

"Mr. Thomas," she said, pausing for me to look at her.  "Ms. O'Hara would like to leave in fifteen minutes.  Ms. DeLeon will drive.  I will call you when it is time to leave."

"Thank you, Ms. Stone," I answered.  "I'm ready whenever the three of you are."

She turned and walked back to her office.  I had been informed by Ms. O'Hara that formality was a cornerstone on which the company was run.  I was never to call the ladies by their first names.  I was always to address them as Ms. O'Hara or Ms. DeLeon or Ms. Stone.  Except, in the bondage sessions, where I was to use their proper titles: Countess Cathryn, Lady Nicole, and Princess Shandra.  I had learned very quickly the importance of showing proper respect.  The penalties for insubordination were very harsh.

A few minutes later, I was called to Ms. O'Hara's office.  We were soon headed out the door and into the van.  This was my first business trip with the three ladies.  I was very apprehensive as to what might lie ahead.

We drove several miles on the interstate highway before we exited onto a small country road.  Several miles later, we came upon a huge estate surrounded by a 12-foot black wrought-iron fence.  The landscape was beautiful.  Huge trees and rolling meadows stretched for acres.  Soon we turned onto a small lane and passed through an open gate.  Ahead, down the winding lane, I saw a huge Victorian house.  It was large enough to be a mansion.  It was very well maintained.  We pulled in front of the house and headed up the cobblestone sidewalk.

Before we could make our way to the door, it swung open and The Marquesa stepped out on to the large porch.  The Marquesa was rather short, probably five feet tall.  Her build was stocky, but her figure was a prefect hourglass.  She was not fat or chubby.  In fact, she was very firm and trim.  Her hair and eyes were both black.  Something in her eyes looked bewitching, almost evil.  She was a very sexy woman.  She greeted each visitor as we reached the porch.

First, she hugged Cathryn O'Hara, my redheaded boss.  "Cat!  It is always so good to see you.  This week has seemed like years."

"Vonnie, I always love to see you," the much taller woman responded.  "You have an excited glow in your cheeks today."

The raven-haired French lady smiled wickedly.  With her heavy French accent she quipped, "I haven't been able to concentrate all week, thinking of today."

Next up the steps was our Business Manager, Nicole DeLeon.  She was a tall, slender woman of Caribbean descent.  She was the daughter of a Jamaican nobleman and her sister was married to the Crown Prince of Jamaica.  Her long, kinky black hair fell to her lower back.  Her ebony skin and black eyes were a stark contrast to the other women.  Sultry and enchanting, she could be very elegant, but also very vicious.  Her official title was Lady Nicole.  She was nicknamed The Lioness.

Nicole was the fourth roommate from the old college days.  She had formed an evil foursome with Cathryn O'Hara (The Countess of Irish descent), Yvonne De Sade (The Marquesa), and Princess Xandra (now queen of the Amazons).  [The reader can find out more about the foursome in volume three.]

The Marquesa hugged Nicole DeLeon.  "Nikki!  You're looking as sleek and sexy as ever."

The Lioness returned the hug and gently kissed her hostess on the cheek.  "I love your flattery Vonnie, it makes me feel so good."

Gracefully following the Caribbean Lioness up the steps was Shandra Stone.  I do not know if Stone was really her last name.  She was a fierce Amazon warrior.  She was the Crown Princess of the Amazons.  Her Mother is Queen Xandra.  Princess Shandra was tall, sleek, and muscular.  She sported long, blonde hair and soft blue eyes.  Gorgeous was an understatement.  She was sometimes compassionate.  She was sometimes extremely cruel and quick-tempered.  Her Amazon strength could overpower almost any man.

"Shandra, Your Highness!" the petite hostess squealed as she raised on her tiptoes to hug the Amazon.  "You look so stunning, so beautiful."

"Aunt Vonnie, you embarrass me," she said.  She truly was blushing.  "You know you are one of the sexiest women in the world."

"You are much too kind," The Marquesa answered back.

I quickly thought of how kind the Princess could be.  Unfortunately, she could change from compassionate to vicious in one heartbeat.

Shandra move forward on the porch.  I followed behind her a short distance to allow the ladies to exchange greetings.  I then proceeded up the steps and onto the porch.

I am Drew Thomas, Systems Manager of a public Internet provider.  I am a respected systems professional with twenty years of experience.  I mustered up all the confidence I could as I stood on the porch.  Would I be received as a business acquaintance, a new friend, or a slave?

The Marquesa stretched onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around me.  She hugged me warmly.  "Drew, my darling!" she blurted out enthusiastically.  She planted a deep, passionate kiss on my lips.  Her tongue briefly darted into my mouth.  "Welcome to my humble abode."

My mind was spinning again.  "Humble abode!"  It was a huge, gorgeous, palace-like mansion.  What a greeting!  I was expecting a handshake, or maybe her hand held out for a kiss.  I was not expecting a warm hug and a passionate kiss.

My attention was drawn to another woman on the porch.  Each of my companions hugged her and exchanged pleasantries.  They obviously knew her.  I was at a brief disadvantage.

The Marquesa took my hand and led me toward the stranger.  "Drew Thomas, I would like for you to meet my niece, Monique."

I was briefly spellbound.  The young niece stood about five-two and had a perfect figure.  She also had the raven-black hair and eyes.  She was probably the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, except for Princess Shandra.  She held out her hand, palm down.

I gently took her hand in mine and kissed the knuckles.  I bowed slightly at the knees to show my respect as I greeted her, "I am most delighted to meet you, My Lady."

She smiled warmly, "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Thomas."
 

Chapter 2 - The Marquesa's Tea Party

We formed a small procession, as The Marquesa led us through her front door, and into her parlor.  The Marquesa was still leading me by the hand.  The other four women followed behind.  I felt awkward being near the front of the line.  After all, good manners would imply ladies first.  The Marquesa seemed totally oblivious to my concerns as she led me to a chair.  I eased myself into the chair, as the five women seated themselves.

The Marquesa picked up a small bell and rang it several times.  Quickly, two young ladies entered the room.  My mouth dropped open from the site.  They were dressed in very sheer, revealing French maid outfits.  The women wore see-through, black lace teddies that barely covered their nipples and pubic mounds.  They both had a small, very sheer, white apron tied around their waist.  Each wore a black garter belt, black hose, and black spike heels.  Both women also wore a black leather slave collar and black leather wrist and ankle cuffs.  The two women stopped near The Marquesa, with their heads down and their hands behind their backs.

The Marquesa spoke to one of them in a commanding voice.  "Marie, please welcome Mr. Thomas into our home."

A tall brunette moved toward me.  She stopped a few feet from my chair, gazed into my eyes, and curtsied politely.  She did not speak.

The Marquesa spoke again.  "Thank you Marie."  She paused briefly as the brunette rose and headed back to her position near her Mistress.  "Vanessa, you may now welcome Mr. Thomas to our home."

A medium-height blonde moved to me.  She curtsied, then returned to The Marquesa.

The Marquesa glanced at the two servants.  "You may now serve the tea.  Be quick," she added.

The servants hurried towards the doorway and quickly returned with serving trays.  Marie, the brunette, brought cups of hot tea.  Vanessa, the blonde, brought cookies and napkins.  They served each of us in turn.  Marie sat her tray on a table in the corner of the room.  She lifted another tray, this one laden with bowls of grapes.  She quickly served a bowl to each guest.  They were very polite and graceful, yet they never made eye contact.  They undoubtedly would be punished for arrogant behavior if they dared lift their eyes in our presence.

Vanessa turned to take her tray to the table.  As she turned, several napkins fell onto the floor.  She bent over to retrieve the fallen napkins.  She bent mostly at the waist as her butt raised in the air, pointing in my direction.  She picked up the napkins, raised up and walked to the table.

The Marquesa observed the blonde's actions carefully.  A look of disgust swept over her face as she slowly shook her head.  "Vanessa, come here!"  The stern tone in her voice was frightening.

The young maid quickly walked to her Mistress.  She faced squarely in front of the chair and knelt to her knees.  She bowed her head and placed her hands behind her back.  She knew she was in trouble.  She trembled in fear.

"Your posture was totally unacceptable.  Well-trained ladies bend at the knees, never the waist."  The Marquesa slowly stood.  "You will be punished for your crudeness."

The Marquesa excused herself and left the room.  The trembling servant never moved, never lifted her head.  The Marquesa returned with a wide, thick leather contraption.  She ordered the girl to stand.  She wrapped a wide belt around her waist, pulled it very tight, and buckled it behind the girl.  She took the other end of the device, a metal hook at the end of another strap.  She hooked it to a ring on the girl's collar.  The wide, thick leather strap had a buckle mid-way up the girl's back.  The Marquesa adjusted the strap tightly and fastened the buckle.

The girl was now in an exaggerated, upright position.  Her back arched slightly.  She obviously was uncomfortable from the tight belt around her waist.  She could not lean forward due to the strap.  Her posture would now be perfect.

The Marquesa lifted her chin and gazed sternly into her eyes.  "You will wear this device as long as I wish.  Later, you will receive further punishment for sticking your crude rear-end in Mr. Thomas' face."  The Marquesa dropped the servant's chin.  "You will now apologize to him for your vulgar actions."

I glanced around the room.  The other ladies were eating and sipping tea as if nothing were happening.  I tried to act nonchalant.  My penis betrayed my calm demeanor.

The blonde servant slowly walked to my chair.  She knelt at my feet.  Her gaze never lifted from the floor.  She broadcast her apology loudly, so everyone could hear.  "Sir, I, the lowliest slut in the world, ask your forgiveness for acting like a common tramp."

I glanced at her face.  Her lips were quivering in fear.  Did she think I would hit her?  Or, did she know her upcoming punishment would be severe.  I felt sorry for her.  I knew her helpless feelings all too clearly.  "I took no offense, you are completely forgiven."

She answered without lifting her eyes.  "A lowly cunt like myself does not deserve your kindness, sir."

The Marquesa interrupted, "You may be forgiven, but you must still be punished.  Get up and return to your post."

The girl stood erect, turned, and headed to the side of her mistress.

The five women returned to their tea and cookies while maintaining a constant chitchat of good times gone by and good things to come.  I politely participated in the discussion as courtesy and common sense allowed.

The entire tea party lasted about one hour.  A clock began chiming.  I counted the rings.  It was ten o'clock.  The Marquesa placed her cup and napkin on a small table.  The others followed her lead.  Marie quickly grabbed an empty tray and began collecting the dirty dishes.  Vanessa stood fast in her spot.

The Marquesa stood and spoke.  "While Marie finishes her chores, the rest of us will convene in the meeting room.
 

Chapter 3 - Enter the Marquesa's Dungeon
 

Monique, the Marquesa's niece, led a procession down a wide circular staircase.  The Marquesa waited for her guests to follow.  She grabbed Vanessa's arm and led her down the steps at the end of the procession.  As we reached the bottom of the stairs, we entered a small lounge with several doors leading to other rooms.  The procession stopped.

The Marquesa stepped forward and spoke, "Drew, until now my servants have not known if you are a master or a slave.  It is now time that they know you are a prisoner.  While you are not a slave, you deserve no respect from them.  You will do exactly as you are told."

The petite, raven-haired Marquesa grabbed my chin in her right hand.  "You will now undress and stand in that corner."  She motioned to the corner opposite the stairs.

I had agreed to come to her home.  I knew I was expected to obey and serve.  But, as a prisoner, I could be uncooperative when the situation permitted.  Sensing the Marquesa's displeasure with Vanessa, I chose to obey.  I moved to the corner, removed my clothes, and stood in the now familiar position: eyes looking down, hands behind my back.

Monique moved to a cabinet near the corner I now occupied.  She returned with several lengths of rope.  She moved behind me and tied my wrists together.  I instinctively wriggled my arms and wrists to test her knots.  Not only did they hold fast, the ropes gnawed at my skin.  She chuckled in amusement at my futile struggle.  She reached between my legs and tied another piece of rope tightly around my scrotum.  My testicles immediately swelled at the restriction.  She pulled the end of the rope under my crotch and pulled tightly.  She then bound the rope to my wrists.

"The more you squirm and struggle, the tighter you will pull your nuts," she hissed in an evil tone.  "This will keep you secure for now, into the dungeon."

Dungeon?  What dungeon?

She grabbed my arm and led me through one of the doors.  I do not know why I was surprised.  After the past week, nothing should surprise me.  My mouth gaped open.  Stone walls.  Chains hanging from the ceiling and walls.  I recognized stocks, a rack, and a bondage bed.  A strange X-shaped wooden frame stood in one corner.  A complete dungeon awaited me.  She led me to a corner and shackled my feet to the wall.  I faced outward, into the room, with my feet spread at shoulder width.  I could not move my arms without stretching my balls.

"We will let you entertain us later," Monique whispered loudly.  "For now you can watch Vanessa learn the importance of proper posture."

I was usually the center of their attention.  I welcomed the moments when someone else took the attention away from me.  I did not have to be highly attentive when they were distracted.  I could not get comfortable, but I was not in pain.

The Marquesa led Vanessa into the room, still holding her by the arm.  Without instruction, the blonde servant turned her back to The Marquesa, letting her arms dangle at her sides.  The Marquesa removed the leather posture belts.  Vanessa sighed softly in relief.  Her eyes told of her fear.  She knew her punishment was imminent.  The Marquesa slowly removed the girl's clothing.  She blushed at her nakedness.

The Marquesa led her to the X-frame.  The girl turned, facing the guests.  Her back was against the frame.  The Marquesa stretched one arm above her head and shackled it to the post.  She then shackled the other arm to the opposite post.  The trembling servant was on her tiptoes, her arms stretched tightly along the X.

"Why are you blushing?"  The Marquesa taunted her.  "You slovenly slut!"

Tears formed in the girl's eyes.  She seemed genuinely hurt by her mistress' insults.  She must be new to this life-style.  She trembled.  Her tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You know you must pay the price for your crude behavior," the captor told her slave.  The Marquesa's black eyes sparkled in the dim light of the dungeon.  "Your tears will only make your punishment more enjoyable for my guests."

I knew that was true.  These women truly loved inflicting pain and torture on other people.  Torturing a captive made them hot.  They could reach orgasm just watching someone squirm helplessly in pain and bondage.

The Marquesa fastened chains to the ankle cuffs on her servant.  I was startled to watch as the girl's legs were being raised to her hands.  She was hanging by her four limbs.  She was bent completely double at the waist.  Her butt and pubic mound jutted out from her position.  She was terribly vulnerable.  She was aware of her helpless position.  Her tears continued to stream down her face.

"Since you enjoy sticking your butt in the air, you may as well have it exposed."  The Marquesa chuckled.  "Perhaps my prisoner would like to lick your holes."

I really had no desire to lick either hole.  I could not imagine licking her butt.  I shook my head slowly to indicate my objection.

"Well, if he is not interested, Marie will do it for him."

The short brunette had entered the room.  She had immediately stripped off her clothing.  She wore nothing but her slave collar and her four cuffs.  She was obediently standing with her head down and her hands behind her back.  She slowly walked to her companion without speaking a word.

The Marquesa gave the second slave a few instructions.  "Fondle her nipples.  Tease her with your tongue.  Don't let her cum."

The poor blonde was hanging with her butt and vagina totally exposed.  The weight of her body pulled on her four limbs.  She was obviously in discomfort, but did not appear to be in pain.  Her trembling had stopped.  Perhaps she had feared a beating or whipping.  She was to be torturously frustrated.  They would repeatedly bring her to the brink of climax, but refuse to let her release.  I wanted to help her, but I was also helpless.

Marie reached around the suspended girl's legs and began to fondle her breasts.  She was teasing, stroking, then pinching.  Repeatedly, she was teasing, stroking, then pinching again.  She continued to play with Vanessa's tits as she began slowly licking her firm buttocks.  Her tongue masterfully grazed the victim's anus.  She licked in a circle around the puckered hole.  The slowly, she began to move her tongue along the blonde-haired pubic lips.  Vanessa jerked against her bonds.  The brunette was slowly beginning to bring her bound cohort to orgasm.  Her tongue flicked along the lips of the wet, inflamed vagina.

Vanessa continued to writhe in ecstasy, straining against the leather cuffs.  She was moaning and panting loudly.  Sweat glistened over her body.  Marie continued to tantalize her with quick flicks and slow licks of her tongue.  Finally, her tongue rolled across the blonde's clitoris.  Vanessa shuddered while letting out a shrill scream of delight.  She attempted to thrust her hips at Marie's face, but the bonds reduced her efforts to squirming.

Vanessa was now panting and moaning frantically.  She would cum any moment.  Marie slowly removed her face from the blonde's love nest.  She continued to fondle and pinch the tender breasts of the poor tormented girl.

"Please let her finish," Vanessa begged the Marquesa.  "You can't leave me this close."

The Marquesa tapped Marie on the shoulder.  Marie retreated several steps from Vanessa.  The Marquesa moved close to her suspended slave.  She slowly ran her finger along the dripping wet pubic hair.  She flicked her finger at the throbbing clitoris.  Vanessa shrieked in frustrated ecstasy.  She trembled.  She sobbed.

I knew the torment that was inflicting the tortured slave.  I had endured many hours of similar torment during the past week.  My balls were stretched and squeezed as I was repeatedly driven to the brink of climaxing, only to be refused satisfaction.  The first time, I was tortured for six hours before I was allowed to cum.

The Marquesa raised her hand above her head.  She was holding a riding crop.  She quickly brought the crop down across the moist vagina.

Swaaaaattttt!  The crop slammed into the exposed cunt.  Vanessa screamed in pain.  She had no idea she was about to be hit.

Swaaattt!  The crop stung her swollen pussy lips again.  Swaaattt!  Swaaattt!  Swaaattt!

The Marquesa stung the helpless girl ten or so times.  Vanessa screamed in pain with each blow.  She was sobbing and pleading for her captor to stop.  The Marquesa stepped back and motioned to Marie to resume her work.

Marie quickly began massaging the red, swollen vaginal lips with her tongue.  Vanessa was still sobbing, but was moaning also.  The sobs slowly disappeared, while the moaning and writhing of the frantically lustful girl increased.  Marie continued to work with her tongue, while again using her fingers to torment the tender, swollen breasts of Vanessa.

Vanessa was again panting heavily.  Her pussy must be stinging from the merciless beating of the riding crop.  But, she was so delirious with ecstasy, that the pain did not affect her.  Again, Marie slowly licked her vaginal lips.  Each lick sent shivers through Vanessa's writhing body.  Vanessa again began to plead for an orgasm.  Marie slowly teased her pussy with her tongue.  Suddenly, Marie moved her tongue up to Vanessa's clitoris.  She delivered several quick flicks of her tongue to the swollen clit.  The hot blonde was moaning uncontrollably.  She began screaming for Marie to bring her to climax.  I guessed she would cum any moment.

Marie again slowly retreated from the dripping pussy of the tormented blonde.  Vanessa began to cry loudly.  Tears streamed from her eyes and tumbled down her cheeks.  She was panting heavily while she pleaded for someone to push her hot body to orgasm.

The Marquesa again approached with the riding crop.  She slowly slapped her open left hand with the crop.  She cast a wicked smile at her slave.

"No!"  Vanessa cried out.  "Please don't whip me.  No!"

The Marquesa took the tip of the crop and began to trace up and down the juicy lips of Vanessa's pussy.  She slowly traced downward to the puckered anus.  She slowly circled the anal hole several times.  Vanessa squirmed and struggled.

"Please let me cum!"  She cried.  "Don't torture me."

The raven-haired Marquesa flicked the tip of the riding crop against the tight anal hole.  The tip momentarily caught in the opening, the flipped free of the rim.

"Oooohhhhh!"  Vanessa moaned.  "Please!"

The Marquesa moved the crop back up the girl's gaping, juicy slit.  She stopped at the clitoris.  She repeatedly rubbed and flicked the crop against the rock hard protrusion.  Each movement brought Vanessa closer to orgasm.  Each movement caused her to moan loader and deeper.  Each movement caused her to squirm and writhe in agonized ecstasy.

The Marquesa stepped back.  "You do not deserve to cum.  You are a cheap slut.  You are a whore who flaunts her ass in men's faces.  You will not cum."

Vanessa was writhing in frustration.  She began to sob, then cry loudly.  Tears again rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto her chest.  Each sob caused her to strain against her bonds.  Each sob became more labored.  Finally, in frustration and exhaustion, she sank against her bonds.

The Marquesa motioned to Monique.  Her young niece moved to the X-frame.  She slowly began to lower Vanessa's legs.  Finally, they touched the floor.  Her cheeks were stained with tears. Her breasts also had streaks running down them where teardrops had rolled over them.  She still sobbed from her anguish.  Monique unchained the sobbing girl's wrists from the frame.  She quickly moved her arms behind her and hooked the wrist cuffs together behind her back.  She then removed the chains from the girl's legs.  Vanessa now stood on wobbly legs.  She was dressed only in wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, and her collar.

"You will not cum today.  But you will make Marie cum."  The Marquesa gazed sternly into her eyes as she taunted her.  "You will make her cum for the service she has rendered unto you."
 

Chapter 4 - Marie Gets Relief
 

I stood in one corner of the dungeon.  My feet were still chained to the wall.  My hands were tied behind my back.  My balls were tied and lightly pulled by a rope attached to my wrists.  I was not comfortable, but I was not in pain.

Vanessa, the blonde slave, was in total agony.  Her arms and legs had to be sore from her suspension.  She still walked very gingerly.  She was still crying, desperately wanting to cum, but afraid to speak.

Marie, on the other hand, was smiling.  She was about to be rewarded for torturing her companion.  She glanced upward at her fellow servant.  Her look was one of disgust, not compassion.  She appeared to have no sympathy for Vanessa's plight.  It was as though she agreed with the punishment.

The Marquesa and her three guests stood near the door.  The Marquesa nodded her head towards me.  Monique, the raven-haired niece, gracefully walked toward me.  She knelt down and released my ankles.

I was led to the cabinet in the other corner.  A collar was placed around my neck.  Leather cuffs were placed around my ankles.  My hands were untied, and cuffs were placed around my wrists.  Monique quickly clipped the rings on the wrist cuffs together, securing my hands behind my back.  She untied the rope from testicles.

Unfortunately, she replaced the rope with a three-inch ball stretcher-separator.  I had grown to despise these things over the past week.  She started buckling the straps, four in all.  As each strap was tightened around my scrotum, my balls were stretched further.  I had hated Countess Cathryn's two-inch monster.  This was three inches and it hurt like Hell.  Then she brought the strap under my balls and pulled it tightly between my balls.  I grunted loudly, trying to suppress a scream.  Everything was much more painful than the shorter device had been last week.  I squirmed, trying to rub my legs together to ease the pain.  Of course, it was futile.  I felt like I had been hit with a baseball.  The straps extended my balls as far as they could be stretched then squeezed them against the center strap.

Monique snapped a dog leash to my collar and began leading me to The Marquesa.  I could barely walk, as each step increased the pain in my groin.  I gave a pleading look to Countess Cathryn, begging for mercy with my eyes.  She only smiled at me, showing her pleasure at my distress.  Monique led me to The Marquesa's side.

"Kneel!  Head down!" the lovely niece barked her commands.

The Marquesa took the leash into her hand.  She looked at me and smiled.

"Now, my pet, you will stay with me while we enjoy the show."  The Marquesa sounded almost like a carnival barker announcing a sideshow.

I had not noticed other things going on while I was being bound.  But, Princess Shandra and Lady Nicole had been busy strapping Marie to a bondage table.  The tall brunette was spread-eagled on her back.  Her hands were pulled tightly above her head and her wrist cuffs were fastened to the top of the table.  Her legs had also been stretched and her ankle cuffs clipped to the bottom of the table.  Her feet were spread far apart, exposing her female charms.  The bottom half of the bed had a large opening that allowed her tormentor to have easy access to her most private properties.

Monique had returned to the cabinet and headed towards Vanessa.  The slave continued to sob as she stared down at the floor.  Monique walked behind her and patted her butt.  Vanessa immediately spread her legs and bent forward.  Monique now rammed a plug in the blonde's ass, causing the slave to cry loudly.  Monique slapped her butt causing a sharp crack.  The sobbing slave gasped; then stood straight.  Monique moved in front of her.  She slowly inched a large dildo into her dripping pussy.  Then she placed a leather strap between her legs and fastened it between her legs.

The blonde slave was in total frustration.  The butt plug and dildo kept her at a feverish level of excitement.  But, they were not enough to push her to the final climax.  I understood her frustration in a manner only another prisoner, who has suffered similar treatment, could understand.  But, now she had to bring someone else pleasure that she was being denied.

Monique led the sobbing girl toward the bondage table.  With her hands clasped behind her, all she could do was use her tongue.  She knelt inside the opening of the table.

Marie squealed was Vanessa's tongue first touched her already moist mound.  The bound blonde began to swirl her tongue around the brunette's swollen opening.  I could not see any detail.  The table blocked my view, me being on my knees.  Whatever she was doing, Marie was squirming and thrashing against her bonds.  The "victim" was moaning and squealing as Vanessa continued to work her tongue around her pubic mound and in her slit.  After several minutes, maybe half an hour, Vanessa's labors finally resulted in Marie having a thrashing, screaming orgasm.  Vanessa continued to "eat" her "victim" for a few more minutes, causing several smaller orgasms to crash through Marie's body.

After the last shudder of ecstasy shivered through Marie's body, The Marquesa nodded her head.  Monique immediately moved toward Vanessa.  The blonde slave was sobbing again, in obvious frustrated torment.  The dildo and butt plug were keeping her terribly excited.  She desperately wanted, needed, to cum.

Monique took Vanessa to the corner opposite of our position.  She quickly unfastened the clip on the slave's wrist cuffs and refastened her arms to chains hanging from the ceiling.  She chained her feet to the walls with her legs spread far apart.  She began turning a crank that stretched the slave's arms high above her head.  Vanessa groaned in pain, but did not beg for mercy.

While Monique was tending to the blonde slave, Lady Nicole was tending to Marie.  The Lioness removed the clips from the brunette's ankle cuffs.  Marie was still in the afterglow of her orgasms.  Her body was slow from the ecstasy and stiff from the bondage.  Slowly, she moved her aching legs.  Nicole moved to the top of the bed and removed the clips from the wrist cuffs.  As Marie tried to bring her arms down towards her body, Nicole grabbed a wrist in each hand.  She spun the sluggish slave around and pulled her into a sitting position with her arms behind her.  The Lioness quickly clipped the wrist cuffs together.  She pulled the slave into a standing position and led her in wobbly steps towards The Marquesa.

The Marquesa petted her exhausted slave on the head.  Then the raven-haired domina smiled.  An evil gleam sparkled through her coal-black eyes.  She moved the weak slave towards me.  The girl's glistening pubic mound was right against my nose and mouth.

"Doesn't that smell delicious Drew?"  The Marquesa stroked my shoulder with her free hand.  "If you would like, you can taste her."

The smell of her love juices and perspiration blended in her curly hairs was tantalizing.  My tortured balls strained at the cruel leather straps.  My engorged cock stuck straight outwards.  I nuzzled my nose and lips against her womanhood, but did not open my mouth.  I was not going to lick her.

"Suit yourself," The Marquesa seemed disappointed that I had not eaten her slave's pussy.  "In time you'll eat any pussy that's put in front of you."

I glared up into her eyes.  She smirked at my defiance.  She seemed amused at my resistance.  She patted me on the head and smiled as Monique led Marie to a corner adjacent to where Vanessa was suspended.  Monique attached a chain to the brunette's collar.  The other end of the chain hung from the ceiling.  She left the girl chained in the corner, with her hands still clasped behind her back.  The chain attached to her neck had an inch of slack.  She could not move much, but she was not tightly stretched.
 

Chapter 5 - Let's Do Lunch!
 

The dungeon had no clocks.  I had no idea how long we had been there.  I had no clue what time it was.  Monique started towards the door and nodded to Princess Shandra.  The blonde Amazon headed to the door also.  They returned in a few minutes with trays full of fruit and juice.

I figured I would not be allowed to eat.  I had already come to expect being the lunch time entertainment.  To my surprise, The Marquesa led me, by my leash, to the "picnic" blanket the others had spread out on the dungeon floor.  She seated herself facing between the two slaves hanging in adjacent corners.  I was kneeling next to her, also facing between the two girls.

I glanced slightly to the left.  Marie was standing, hands clasped behind her.  She looked at the floor, not risking the wrath of her mistresses.  Even from a distance, I could see shining streams of her juices running down the inside of her thighs.  She was content, sexually and emotionally.  She had been treated to orgasms by her mistress.

I shifted my glance to the right.  Vanessa was in total torment.  Her feet were spread wide.  Her arms were pulled tightly above her head, forcing her to stand on her toes.  Streaks stained her cheeks and her breasts, where tears had rolled from her eyes, cascading downwards.  The dildo and butt plug were secured into place by the leather "chastity belt."  Her frustration and torment were unrelenting.

I was being treated relatively well.  I was being treated more like a pet than a slave.  The collar and leash seemed mildly uncomfortable.  My wrists were clasped behind me, but the leather cuffs caused no pain.  The ball stretcher-separator was inflicting considerable grief.  But, compared to last week, I was comfortable.  At least I was not being suspended or hog-tied.

"Would my pet like a snack?"  The Marquesa held a grape to my lips.  She seemed almost friendly.

I took the grape; glad I was getting some food.  She continued to feed me pieces of fruit throughout the meal.  The five women chatted like schoolgirls at the local restaurant.  Each of them occasionally fed me a piece of fruit.  Almost an hour passed whiles the meal and conversation were completed.

"Well," Monique chirped like a bird.  "Let's have some more fun."
 

Chapter 6 - Are We Having Fun yet?
 

The five women rose to their feet.  I stayed in a kneeling position next to The Marquesa's leg.  I was heeling like a dog.  The Marquesa gave a slight tug on the leash.  I awkwardly rose to my feet, struggling to balance with my hands fastened behind me.  She grabbed my cheek, turning my head towards her.

"Now it's your turn!"  She licked her lips like a child waiting for ice cream.  "Don't resist.  Go lie on the table."

I was not sure what was about to happen, but I did not want to disappoint my boss or her friend.  I walked to the bed and sat on the side.  Monique walked behind me and unfastened my wrists.  I lay on my back.  She fastened my arms to the top of the table.  Lady Nicole pulled my legs and fastened my ankles to the bottom of the table.  I was stretched, but had a little slack.  There was just enough slack to squirm and wiggle, but not enough to lift my legs or arms.

I stared at the ceiling of the dungeon.  The dim lighting made it difficult to distinguish much detail.  I pondered my fate.  What were they going to do to me now?  How much longer would I be like this?  Then, gradually, I became aware of the pain in my balls.  I had been distracted for hours, forgetting the torment being inflicted by the cursed leather contraption that enslaved my testicles.  Now, the pain became increasingly more difficult to withstand.

"You'll probably need some help for the rest of the day," Monique interrupted my agony.  She stuck a patch on my leg, just above the ankle.

"No!"  I protested, to no avail.  "Please!  Don't use the patch!"

I did not know which patch they were using.  Was it the patch that caused me to not cum and be driven to frantic torment?  Or, was it the one that made me multi-orgasmic?  Or, was it something else?

"Shhhh!"  The beautiful woman cautioned.  "You wouldn't want me to gag you.  Would you?"

I shook my head no.  She could see the panic in my eyes.  She now knew that I feared the patch, even though I was not sure what it was going to do to me.

"Don't worry," she comforted.  "Sweet, little Monique wouldn't hurt a flea, much less a sweet little prisoner like you."

I did not take comfort in her words.  I knew how brutal these women could be.  She was no different.  I was more scared now than I was before she spoke.

"I got to choose the patch," she smiled.  "I decided we should drain every ounce of cum from your body."

I was somewhat relieved.  If I was going to be drugged into perpetual erections and ecstasy, at least she had not added the torment of denial.  I relaxed as much as I could in my predicament.

"Now you behave yourself while we slip into something a little more comfortable."  She turned away from me as she finished the words.

I had not realized that the five women were still wearing business suits.  None of them was in costume for torturing anyone.  I began to wonder how they might be dress when they returned.  Would they be leather-clad dominas?  Would they be buckskin clad warriors?  What other costumes could they have?

I noticed my erection feeling harder and bigger.  I do not know if the drugs were actually enhancing my size, or if just felt that way.  I had been excited by the punishment of Vanessa and the rewarding of Marie.  The leather device on my testicles was painful, but heightened my erection.  Now the drugs added their effects.

I glanced out of the corner of my eyes at each slave.  Marie was shifting her weight from one foot to the other.  I do not know if she was bored, or if her bondage was driving her to excitement.  Vanessa on the other hand had collapsed, letting her full weight be suspended by her arms.  She had been driven to total sexual frustration and left in that state for several hours.  Her tormented mind and body had finally given way and collapsed.

My attention was suddenly drawn back to the door.  The five women had returned.  They were each wearing a sheer, full-length robe.  The collective sight of these five beautiful women would have caused any man to get aroused immediately.  Since I was already aroused, I could only feel more aroused.

Monique was the first one through the door.  The Marquesa was allowing her to be in charge.  Her black hair and eyes glistened in the dim light of the dungeon.  The petite, perfectly shaped beauty was wearing a burgundy gown with a deep V-neck.  The sheer material allowed full view of everything under it.  Her breasts were full, with large nipples.  Her waist was small, creating perfect hourglass figure.  Her pubic mound was covered in thick, black hair.  Her legs were short, but firm and perfectly shaped.

Close behind Monique was her aunt, The Marquesa.  Short in stature, the five foot, two inch woman was about five pounds heavier than her niece was.  Still, her figure was well formed.  She had chosen the classic sheer, black gown.  Her black hair and eyes matched the gown perfectly, while her white skin was a stark contrast to the material.

The Countess entered the room next.  The tall, redheaded woman was clad in a sheer, forest green robe.  She frequently wore dark green colors that accentuated her red hair, not to mention her Irish heritage.  Her figure was nearly perfect, a marvel for a woman in her forties.  Her nipples were visible through the opaque material, as was her red pubic mound.

Finally sleeking through the door together were Princess Shandra and Lady Nicole.  The blonde Amazon was wearing a royal blue robe, while the Caribbean Lioness was wearing a bright yellow robe.  Both of their athletic bodies looked splendid through the sheer materials.

Monique approached me as the others settled into chairs against one wall of the dungeon.  Her perky breasts jiggled as she walked, her nipples poking at the transparent robe.  She gently rubbed her finger against my lips, sending shivers through my helpless body.

"I see you decided to stay for the party," she mocked, knowing I was not going anywhere.  "I'm sure you'll have a lovely time."

She glanced into the corners towards the chained slaves.  She frowned at Vanessa, obviously unhappy that she was collapsed in her chains.

"Excuse me just a moment," she headed towards the cabinet.  "I must correct this little problem."

She grabbed a cat-of-nine-tails from the cabinet and moved in front of Vanessa.  The delirious slave was totally unaware she was about to be flogged.  She yelped and started to her feet as the nine metal barbs lashed into her thighs and pubic mound.  Her eyes now became focused, as nine welts, with light cuts seeping beads of blood erupted on her flesh.  She was very alert as the second lashing tortured her inner legs and vagina causing more welts and more trickles of blood.  Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed, struggling not to speak.  Two more quick lashes, one to each breast forced loud screams from her mouth.  Both of her gorgeous globes now were welted and trickled blood.

"That should keep you alert, you worthless slut."

Monique turned from the slave and headed towards me, the whip still in her hand.  She stroked the shaft of the "cat" as she approached.  She smiled as she saw the terror in my eyes.

"You are afraid of my little toy?" she asked, knowing the answer to be yes.  "It could make this afternoon much more fun."

She held the evil device above my genitals.  She rubbed the barbs slowly, lightly against my stiff cock and tortured balls.  The metal burrs were cold and sharp.  The light contact did not hurt.  It half tickled, and half scratched my skin.  She lightly brought the barbs up my stomach and circled each of my breasts several times.  She raised the "cat" above her head as if to strike my groin.

"I told you sweet little Monique wouldn't hurt you."  She smiled, half laughing at my terror-filled gaze.  She turned and laid the whip on a small table.  Turning back to me, she licked her lips and smiled.  "Now, let's see how much cum you can produce."

She gracefully climbed onto the table and straddled my chest, with her back to me.  Her moist pubic mound was directly over my face as she shifted forward and began removing the ball stretcher.  The rush of blood increased to my tortured testicles each time a strap was loosed.  I gasped as the burning, then agonizing pain grew inside me as the strap was finally removed.  Gradually, the pain subsided and disappeared.

"We don't need anything getting in our way, even if it was enjoyable."  She acted as if she really thought I liked that damned device.

She rocked backwards, forcing her pussy into my face.  She moved her hips back and forth, then around and around, smearing her juices on my face.  The swollen lips of her slit now moved on my closed lips.  I was not about to lick her.

"Either get that tongue working, or I'll smother you," she threatened.

I inched my tongue into her slit as she gyrated her hips above me.  My tongue flicked and licked inside her, giving me ample taste of her love juices.  She began cooing and gasping as my tongue penetrated her womanhood.  I could tell her juices were flowing from excitement, filling my mouth with warm pleasure.

Fully excited, she raised up and turned towards my face.  She teased my cock with her slight thrusts as she kissed my lips and neck.  Slowly she began to inch her slit over my erect staff.  Ever so slightly, she inched downward, driving me to new heights of passion.  I tried to thrust upward, only to be restrained by my chains.  She had total control of the action.  I was helpless to achieve my release until she willed it.

She lowered her hips, sinking my shaft deep into her body.  Spasms of ecstasy shivered through me.  I could feel the sperm begin moving through my balls.  I convulsed, as I spurted my first wad into her.  She moaned as my cum continued to shoot into her, finally causing her to gasp and moan in ecstatic release.  I felt her juices shoot against my still stiff dick.

She paused for a few moments, shivering and shuddering as orgasmic after-shocks pleasured her body.  Slowly, she began to thrust again.  Slowly, she lifted her hips, pulling my shaft against her moist vaginal walls.  Pausing, gyrating lightly, then slowly lowering herself down, enveloping my manhood.  Slowly upwards, pausing, gyrating, slowly easing back down.

She continued the slow, torturously exasperating pace, grinning an evil grin.  She knew she was driving me into ecstatic torment.  Teasing me with her deliberate pace, she continued to thrust up and down.  My chains denied me any hope of thrusting faster or deeper.  She unmercifully maintained the slow pace, sensing my unbelievable passion.

Her thrusting began to become faster and deeper.  Gasps of breath interrupted her panting.  Her vaginal muscles squeezed my cock.  She screamed loudly as her second orgasm racked her body.  Her trembling flesh pressed against me as she stiffened her body against the spasms of tremendous passion.

Just as her orgasm was ebbing, mine erupted.  The shot of semen bursting inside of her, crashing into her deepest parts, caused another orgasm to overtake her body.  She again trembled and shook while her inner muscles pumped more cum from me.  Finally, she collapsed on top of me in total exhaustion.  Several minutes passed as my drug-induced erection continued to throb inside of her.

She lifted her head from my shoulder.  Her lips searched for mine.  Her tongue probed my lips, enticing me to open my mouth.  Her tongue darted and probed inside my mouth as her hot breath blended with mine.  Our hot, sweaty bodies pressed together as the passion of our kiss grew.  She slowly withdrew her tongue and kissed my lips.  Finally, she gently eased her lips away from me.

"You really are a special pet," she whispered in my ear.  "But I can't cheat everyone else out of their turn to have you."

She pushed her body up and rolled off of me.  She slowly stood and turned to me.  leaning over my outstretched body, she gently kissed my lips one last time.  She turned and headed towards the chairs where her four cohorts relaxed.

"He really is a precious pet," she purred as she planted a kiss on Countess Cathryn's cheek.
 

Chapter 7 - Are We Still Having Fun?
 

I was exhausted form the intense love-making session with the young niece of my hostess.  I stared at the ceiling, stretched on my back, secured to the bondage table.  My mind was unfocused, contentedly wondering in space.

"Now it's my turn, Sissy Boy!"  Princess Shandra's voice startled me back to reality.  Her finger touching my lips at the moment she spoke caused shivers to ravage my body.  "I'm going to fuck you the way a woman should."

I had been very careful not to speak when Monique was in charge.  I did not want to be gagged or punished.  But, the Amazon's arrogance aroused a small sense of rebellion in my soul.  Despite my vulnerable, defenseless position, I had to speak.

"You can fuck me all you want, but I won't like it, you vicious bitch!"  I blurted.

Her face flushed with anger.  Deep in her eyes she looked hurt by my words.  She was gorgeous.  She could be very compassionate.  I really liked her.  But, she could be a ruthless, vicious bitch.

Slappppp!  Her open right hand slapped against my left cheek.  Judging by the stinging in my face, she must have left a deep red hand print.  She reached between my legs and squeezed my nuts.  I thrashed against the chains as the pain shot through my belly.  I groaned and clenched my teeth trying to deny her the pleasure of my screaming.  Stars filled my vision as the pain grew more unbearable.  She pulled upwards, then twisted a little as she finally released my swollen jewels.  My groaning continued for several moments as the pain gradually subsided.

"Your mouth is always getting you into trouble," she scolded me like a little boy.  "Now you apologize to me and tell me how much you love me."

The look in her eyes told me I would regret any defiance I offered.  I was gasping for breath as the intense pain had caused me to stop breathing for a short time.  I didn't want to make her more angry.

"Your prisoner is very sorry, your highness," I muttered in a throaty voice.  "Your prisoner loves you very much.  Your prisoner would love for you to fuck him very hard."

I was still exhausted from the affections of Monique.  Despite the drug patch causing a constant erection, I was not frantic for an orgasm like I had been earlier today or last week.  I was excited, but not desperate.

The tall, blonde Amazon princess mounted the table and straddled my hips.  She opened her robe, sliding her arms out of the sleeves.  She tossed the robe onto the floor in a heap.  Her gorgeous nipples stared me in the face.  Her large breasts taunting me in my helpless bondage.   Her blue eyes glistened in the dim light of the dungeon.  Until one week ago, this would be any man's fantasy.  Now, it had become my frequent reality.

She leaned forward, kissing my lips and neck.  her breasts rubbed against my chest.  her long blonde hair fell into my face.  Her tongue forced its way past my lips and began to probe deep into my mouth.  Her moist pubic hair smeared her juices on my abdomen.  Her passion was quickly arousing my lusts for another orgasm.

She raised her body back into a sitting position, flipping her head backwards to clear the blonde hair from her face.  Her hands moved to my breasts, alternately rubbing, then gently squeezing.  Without warning, she grabbed a nipple in each hand.  She pinched the nipples hard between her finger and thumb.  Continuing to pinch as hard as she could, she pulled and twisted, adding to my pain.  My initial gasp had turned to a terrible groan as the pain shot through both buds.

The pain was quickly replaced by a burning sensation as she released my blood-filled nips.  I squirmed to ease the pain, only to be thwarted by my chains and the weight of her straddling me.  My breathing was quick and frantic as I suffered through sensations of pain.  My tits were burning from her latest assault.  My balls were aching from her earlier attack and the prolonged torture of the leather straps.

"Tell me how much you love it, how badly you want fucked," she ordered.

"Please, your highness, make me scream!  Hurt me!  Fuck me!  Please!"  I begged, half from fear of punishment, half from lust and desire.

She moved her hips, and began to slowly swallow my engorged cock inside of her dripping love nest.  Ever so gently, she eased herself down until my shaft was deep inside her.  She began to slowly rotate her hips in small circles.  My dick moved with her as she tantalized me with different sensations.

Princess Shandra knew she was diving me to new heights of ecstasy and frustration.  She felt my vain thrusts against the chains.  She knew I wanted her to thrust deeply onto me.  Instead, she continued slow, deliberate movements carefully calculated to increase my lust.  The passion was building to frantic levels as my body trembled for release.

Lost in my own desire, I hadn't noticed the excitement growing in my tormentress.  Her face was glowing pink from the blood rushing through her.  Her eyes had a glazed look.  Her breathing was very deep and heavy.  Her fingers gripped my arms, squeezing then relaxing, then squeezing again.

Normally, the intense sensations of the Amazon thrusting upon my helplessly bound body would have brought me to a quick orgasm.  But, due to the two earlier releases at the hands of Monique, my orgasm would be much slower in coming.
 

The princess was becoming increasingly close to her first orgasm.  She gradually increased the pace of her thrusts.  I felt her hot breath on my face.  Perspiration covered our bodies.  The speed and depth of her rhythmic pumping was driving me nearer to yet another orgasm of my own.

"Gawwwwd!!!!" she screamed as her pussy pulsed in spasms around my dick.  She collapsed on top of me, moaning and panting.  Her body was stiff as convulsions of ecstasy wafted through her.

Her orgasm triggered a body-wrenching orgasm for me.  My body tensed, chills ran through me.  My hot sperm plunged deep into her.  Our orgasms seemed to prolong  the other's climax.  It seemed like we both lasted minutes.  I sank into the bed, my chains relaxing slightly.

The princess had already recovered from her first climax.  I was totally drained from the day's activities.  Slowly she began to thrust her hips.  Slowly she began to drive us towards another mind-shattering effort.  I could not thrust back at her, I only laid back to enjoy the moment.

It only took us a few minutes before we were desperately humping our hips.  We both were frantic for another climatic moment.  Once again, she began cumming first.  Once again, her convulsing body triggered my release.  Once again, are trembling convulsions lasted for several minutes.  She collapsed on top of me, as I relaxed, completely spent, on the bondage table.

Time passed slowly as the princess finally mustered enough strength to kiss my lips and nibble on my ear.  She playfully licked, sucked, and nibbled my cheeks and neck.  Her fingers began to rub my shoulders, alternately soothing, then lightly scratching my flesh.

"That's how a real woman fucks a man!"  She boastfully whispered into my ears.  I was sure the others could hear her remarks.   "A sissy like you would make a good housewife for an Amazon,"

The last comment cut deep into my heart.  I wanted to slap her.  Bound tightly and exhausted completely, I could not defend myself from her taunts or her responses.

"Don't flatter yourself, bitch!"  I blurted out softly, still gasping for breath.  "You aren't half the woman you think you are."

"I would love to have you all to myself for one week," she replied.  "I'd beat you, torture you, and fuck you so much you would serve me forever."

"If you think you're that good, why don't you ask the countess to let you try."  I was getting deep into her ego with my retaliatory replies.

"I just might, pussy boy," she growled.  "I just might."

She rolled her body to the side of the table.  She stood, turning towards me.  She reached with her right hand and squeezed my balls very hard.  I groaned in agony as the pain shot sharply through my abdomen.  I thrashed against the chains trying to escape her grasp.  She twisted her hand, increasing the pain.

I mustered my remaining strength and taunted her as best I could.  "You would never beat me again if I were unchained."

"We'll never find out, sissy" she hissed the words.  "You'll always be my prisoner."

She released my crushed balls as she finished speaking.  I collapsed back on the bed.  She turned and retreated to the chairs against the wall.
 

Chapter 8 - The More, The Merrier
 

I lay on the bondage table, staring at the ceiling of the dungeon.  I was too weak from the relentless raping by first Monique, then by Princess Shandra.  My mind was weary, I was only vaguely aware of movements in the dungeon.

My mind cleared a little and I looked into the corners where the two slaves were chained.  Marie was still shifting her weight from one leg to the other.  Her hands remained clasped behind her back and the chain still attached her collar to the ceiling.  She had watched as I had been repeatedly raped by the first two women.  The look in her eyes said she wanted to trade places with me.  She looked very frustrated.

I shifted my glance to the other corner.  Vanessa was again collapsed, allowing her arms to bear her entire weight.  Her eyes lacked the lustful look of her cohort, instead looking dazed, yet angry.  When our eyes made contact, her look changed to pity.  She obviously was new to her slavery and was not happy about her treatment, or mine.

Suddenly, I was startled by a touch.  Lady Nicole, the Caribbean Lioness, was climbing on top of me.  My drug-induced erection pointed upward, awaiting her assaults upon my chained, helpless body.  It was the only part of my body willing to participate in the ensuing events.  My mind now was alert, but my body was totally incapable of struggling or cooperating.  I laid flat, allowing her to arouse herself by rubbing her moist slit against my stomach, while her hands fondled my nipples.

She continued her fore-play while my listless body rested underneath her.  Her breaths were becoming labored.  Her hot breath warmed my face each time she exhaled.  She moved her face towards mine and began kissing my lips.  Her tongue taunted my mouth, only to retreat.  She now began to nibble my ears, whispering insults between the small bites.  "Pussy Boy."  "Sissy Slut."  "Cum Sucker."  The insults were numerous.

Soon, Nicole had brought herself to the desired state of arousal.  She mounted my cock and began her slow, methodical pumping.  My cock was becoming sore, almost raw from the constant fucking I had already received.  The drug patch continued to keep me rock hard.  Unlike the two younger girls, the mature, experienced Nicole continued to be slow and methodical in her rhythm.  She knew she would enjoy her orgasms much more by slowly building the ecstasy for both of us.

It seemed like time stood still, as Nicole controlled the tempo and force of our thrusts.  Her hips would thrust downward, then rotate to send unbelievable pleasure through me.  Then she would slowly raise her hips, sending more waves of ecstasy through my dick and throughout my entire body.   Gradually, the ebony-skinned,  athletic beauty increased the speed and depth of her gyrations, increasing the sensations of lust, and finally bringing both of us to intense climaxes.

She wasted no time in starting over.  She began nibbling on my ear and neck while her hands rubbed lightly over my outstretched arms.  Despite the exhaustion that gripped my body, goosebumps erupted all over my flesh as her fingers, tongue, and hot breath teased me in unison.  Her hips slowly came to life, rotating in small half-circles, first one direction, then the other.

"You seem to like this," she whispered softly in my ear.  "I could drive you crazy by keeping this pace, you know."

"Please make me cum again!" I pleaded.

"I'll let you cum again," her voice had a sinister tone.  "But, I'll make you beg for it with all your soul."

I didn't answer her.  I knew she could drive me to a frenzy with her attentions.  I knew she would make me beg.  But, I was going to resist as hard as I could before I inevitably was defeated.

She continued nibbling and licking my neck.  Her fingers teased my arms and ribs with feather-light strokes.  Her hips and thighs continued to rotate ever-so-slowly churning around my swollen staff.  Her mouth moved back to my ear, lightly blowing, then nibbling.  My body began to quiver with anticipation.  My breathing was once again labored.  I vainly attempted to thrust my hips upward, only to be defeated by my chains.

The Lioness sensed the weakness of her prey.  I was already desperately wanting her to speed up her thrusts.  Like a cat toying with a trapped mouse, she teased me with a deep thrust, only to return to her arousing, yet frustrating gyrations.  I struggled harder to thrust against my bonds.  I fought my urges to beg her to let me cum.  Her attentions, aided by the drugs coursing through my veins, were wearing me down quickly.

"You must beg me to let you cum," she whispered.  "You must convince me you want me badly."

"Please!"  I gasped.

My breath was shallow.  My body was drenched in sweat.  My resolve to resist was completely broken.  Tears began to stream down my face.  Still, she maintained her excruciatingly deliberate pace.

"Please let me cum!"  I desperately pleaded.  "I can't take any more."

'Oh, you can take much more, if I decide to wait longer."  Her voice was threatening, yet hinted a trace of hope.

"Your prisoner begs for your mercy."  I uttered between shallow breaths.  "A beautiful lady like you surely has mercy for a helpless prisoner.  Please!!!"

"Please what?"  She asked.

"Please make me cum!" I gasped.

"How should I do that?" she teased.

"Please fuck me and make me cum!" I gasped in total desperation.

"Well," she paused.  "Since you said 'please'."

She began to gradually thrust deeper and faster. I was gasping and moaning and pleading in hoarse whispers.  Several minutes passed as she pumped in and out bringing both us to a second, breath-taking, bone-rattling orgasm.
 

Chapter 9 - One More For The Road
 

Lady Nicole finally rolled off of my spent body.  As she headed towards the chairs, I awaited the next woman to continue the orgy.  To my surprise, Monique and Princess Shandra began unfastening the chains from my hands and feet.  I was too weak to struggle, besides, I didn't want to disappoint my boss or her friend.

The two younger ladies led me to the corner where Marie was chained.  The chain was released from her collar, finally allowing her to move freely.  With her hands secured behind her, she moved away, stopping several feet away, her head bent towards the floor.

I was now aware of a set of chains being attached to me.  My hands were above my head and my feet were spread wide.  I was not stretched tight, but I could barely move my limbs.  I was facing out into the room, looking at the ladies sitting along the opposite wall.  They left my eyes unshielded and my mouth ungagged.  My testicles were still free of any torment.  The drug patch was removed, but the drugs in my body still caused me to be very erect despite six orgasms in just a few hours.

Monique now moved to Marie.  The contrast was somewhat humorous.  The short, black-haired mistress looked up at her tall, brunette slave.  Monique grabbed her chin and raised her head until their eyes met.

"Are you jealous of the attention we pay to our prisoner?"  Contempt was present in her voice.

"No Lady Monique, your slave has no right to be jealous," the slave answered wisely.  No slave had a right to be jealous of anything her mistress chose to do.  Marie appeared to be well trained and knew she had no rights.

"Would the slave enjoy making the lowly prisoner cum again?"  Monique's tone sounded more like an order than a question.

"If it pleases you, my lady, your slave will make him come many times."   The brunette's answer appeared satisfactory to her mistress.

Monique turned to me.  "You are in for a real treat," she said.  "Marie loves to suck men, and since she doesn't get many chances, she should give everything she has to you."

Monique turned back to her slave.  "You have one half hour to please me."  Monique playfully slapped her nude rear.  "Get started."

Marie didn't question her mistress.  Her hands still clasped behind her, she moved to my feet and knelt.  She immediately began licking my cum and the juices of the three women from my inner thighs.  My always erect dick began throbbing at the touch of her tongue and cheeks on my tender flesh.  She moved her head to allow her tongue to clean my balls and then my pubic hair.  Within five minutes, she was licking my shaft like a pop cycle.

I was very weak from the day's bondage and sex, but my entire body now became re-energized.  Under normal circumstances, I would have cum quickly.  But, having already had six orgasms, Marie had to work much more fervently.  Sweat began to drip from her face and her flesh glistened with tiny beads of her perspiration.  With her hands tied behind her, she was forced to maneuver her body and head any time she wished to change her position.  Her jaws were sucking hard, occasionally pausing to lollipop lick my shaft.  I squirmed against the chains in ecstatic torment as my body again began involuntary thrusts to speed the ultimate release.

Finally, my body tensed, straining against the chains.  My cum spurted deep into her mouth.  She never choked or gagged as she swallowed every drop I sprayed forth.  My body continued to quake as I weakly thrust my hips into her face.  She continued to suck my shaft, moving her mouth to the tip.  Her tongue flicked across the small opening, sending waves of torment through my hyper-sensitive cock.  My body convulsed in reaction to her tongue, just like it would if she were tickling my ribs.  The sensation of her tongue on the tip of my dick was driving me totally crazy.

"Please don't!"  I begged her to stop.  "You're torturing me!  I can't stand it!"

She plunged her mouth deep onto my shaft again.  The torment stopped as she milked the final drops from me with a deep sucking action.  She then began to lick me clean.  She licked my penis completely clean of semen, the began licking my balls to clean any drops from them.

Finally, she pulled away from me.  She stayed on her knees and turned toward lady Monique.  Her mistress nodded her approval, then stepped to her.  Patting her on the head, like she was dog, Monique appeared very pleased with her efforts.

"You have done very well Marie," she praised her slave, then turned to me.  "I hope you enjoyed her efforts as much as we did?"

"Yes, Lady Monique," I whispered in my dry, hoarse voice.  "Marie was fantastic!"

"Marie has learned her role very well," she stated matter-of-factly.  "Unlike the slut over in the corner. "

Both of us turned our attention to Vanessa.  The poor wretch had been suspended by her arms with her legs spread for hours.  Her legs had collapsed long ago, leaving her arms to bear her entire weight.  The leather belt still held a dildo and a butt plug inside her.  Her hair was drenched in sweat, as was her entire body.  She was physically and emotionally destroyed by the constant frustration of the dildo and plug.  Her eyes were gazing blankly into the room.

Princess Shandra and Lady Nicole moved to her and released the chains from her feet.  Then they steadied her as they released her hands.  Vanessa had no strength to stand, much less to offer any struggle.  Shandra pulled her hands behind her and clasped the wrist cuffs together.  Then the two ladies supported her as they led her to Lady Monique.  Monique grabbed her arm, and turned her toward me.  Pulling down on the slave's arm, Monique forced her to kneel with her face in front of my groin.

"You would love to suck him, wouldn't you?"  Monique asked in a tone that did not seek an answer.  "A slut like you doesn't deserve to suck cock."

Vanessa sunk exhausted, her butt resting on her feet and he shoulders and head drooping forward.  She had no strength to kneel properly.

"You are lucky you are not my slave," the raven-haired tormentress snarled as she  glared at me.  Her coal-black eyes glistened in the dim light.  She reached out and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look directly at her.  "You would suffer a similar fate while I drained the spirit from you."

Releasing my chin, she turned and headed towards the chairs and her four friends.  The five women chatted briefly in soft voices.  Lady Monique turned towards the two slaves that were kneeling near me.

"Go to the front door and wait for us," she barked the orders at the two slaves.

Marie rose quickly to her feet, struggling a little for balance with her hands still clasped behind her.  Vanessa was faced with a much greater struggle.  Her muscles were stiff and weak from her hours of torment.  She finally struggled to her feet and slowly wobbled to the door.  Marie was waiting for her cohort and the two slaves moved slowly out of the door.
 

Chapter 10 - Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow
 

Once the slaves had left the room, Princess Shandra and Lady Monique approached me and began removing my bonds.  The chains were removed from my wrist and ankle cuffs.  Then the cuffs were removed.  Finally, the collar was removed from my neck.  I was totally naked and drenched in sweat.

"You can shower and dress now,"  Lady Monique instructed, as she put her arm around my shoulder and led me toward the door.

As I stepped out of the dungeon, she pointed towards a door.  I opened the door and entered the shower room.  The two younger women headed up the stairway, disappearing from view.

I showered and dressed quickly.  I walked up the stairs and into the parlor.  Graciously waiting in their seats, the five women were again neatly dressed in their business attire.  We talked for about a half hour, exchanging pleasantries as if nothing had happened earlier.
 

Finally, Cathryn O'Hara stated it was time to be returning to the office.  We all stood and headed towards the door.  The Marquesa led the procession, followed by Cathryn and Nicole.  Shandra and Monique lagged a few paces behind, chatting furiously in the few remaining minutes they had to finish their talk.  I followed at the rear of the line.

Standing on either side of the door were the two slaves.  Both stood straight, with their heads bowed and eyes looking at the floor.  Both wore collars, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs.  Vanessa still had the leather strap around her waist and between her legs holding in her dildo and butt plug.  The poor girl had to be frustrated beyond my ability to comprehend.  Neither girl had been allowed to clean up, so their bodies were streaked with dried sweat.

As we headed out the door, Cathryn O'Hara stopped and faced Marie.  Marie quickly knelt and kissed both of Cathryn's feet.  The Countess turned to Vanessa who also knelt and kissed each of her feet.  Nicole was next to step through the receiving line.  Each slave kissed her feet.  The Shandra stepped up and they kissed her feet as well.

The five women were now on the porch talking.  It was my turn to walk past the slaves.  Uncertain of whether to stop or not, I glanced at The Marquesa.  She smiled and held her hand up like a traffic cop.

I stopped and turned to Marie.  Marie kissed my feet, then rose.  She reached out, hugged me like a lover and planted a big, passionate kiss on my lips.  I turned to Vanessa.  She likewise kissed my feet and rose.  Her hug and kiss were less passionate than Marie's had been.

I stepped onto the porch.  Monique approached me.  She embraced me with a passionate hug and gently kissed my cheek.  She released her hug and slid her hands down to mine.  She gently squeezed my hands in hers.

"You really are special, just like Aunt Cat said you were."  She whispered as she smiled at me.

"You're much too kind," I replied modestly.

I stepped to The Marquesa.  She reached out to hug me.  I replied in kind as we embraced for several seconds.  She pecked a delicate kiss on my cheek as we released our hug.

"My, you're so delightful."  Her eyes looked lustful as she continued.  "I could have so much fun training you."

As we piled into the car for the trip home, The Marquesa looked through the window.  She looked at Cathryn.

"Cat, you're so lucky to have him." She truly sounded envious.  "He really is a good boy!"

- The end -
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