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Chapter Seven
Derek was one of the waiters and waitresses serving at the dining table. The six female waitresses were dressed in sexy little cheerleader-cum-maid’s outfits of micro skirts and tight sports bras. The only other male waiter was wearing a butler’s full regalia of black tailcoat and dark trousers.
But Derek was naked, in just his pink bracelets and penis tube. His job was to keep the guests’ wine and water glasses fully charged.
Steele sat at the head of the table and Carrie sat at the opposite end, with nine guests on each side of the table between them, making twenty diners in all. The waitresses were carefully clearing away the bowls from the soup course.
Carrie raised an eyebrow to catch Derek’s eye, curling her finger at him.
“Yes Ma’am.” He said.
“There’ll be a five minute break now.” She looked at a list jotted on her napkin. “You see that man there, next to Ruby ?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
Nobody else was listening to them. Around the long table there were several conversations going on simultaneously. Carrie was pointing at a man whom Derek had never seen until that evening. He was sun tanned, handsome, a romantic-hero type. He was in intense conversation with a female guest.
“His name is Roberto.”
Derek nodded.
“He won’t really be that interested in fucking your wife. He can have his pick of free women and he doesn’t approve of doing it with slaves.” She lifted her wine glass to her lips and took a sip of white wine. “So go and beg him to fuck her.”
He dry-swallowed.
She looked at him sternly. “I warn you. If you can’t persuade Roberto to fuck her right now, both you and your darling wife will seriously regret it.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
Slowly, cheeks burning, Derek edged over to a spot behind the man called Roberto. He waited, watching them, holding bottles of red and white wine. He coughed.
Roberto looked up. His brown eyes betrayed a flash of annoyance at being interrupted. Derek figured he looked around 40, fit and sophisticated.
“No more wine.” The man gestured at his full wine glass.
Derek cleared his throat again. “No … Sir. It’s something else.”
Roberto was clearly more interested in the cleavage of the young blonde he was talking to. He frowned.
“What ?”
“It’s … my wife, er, Sir. There’s a break between courses. It’s your turn to … have her, Sir.”
Roberto waved a hand dismissively. “No.” He smiled at his neighbour and she pouted sexily back at him.
Derek realised that the other voices round the table had hushed. One by one, everybody had started listening to him.
“Please, Sir. It won’t t … take long.”
Roberto slowly grinned around the table, realising he had been set up.
“I don’t rape slaves. Not my style.” He kissed the blonde’s hand. “I prefer women who actually want to have sex with me. Besides I don’t even fancy your wife.”
Derek glanced nervously down the table at Carrie.
“Please, Sir. It won’t b … be r … rape, Sir. My wife wants to have sex with you, Sir. And so do I want you to … fuck her, v … very much.”
Roberto eyed him up and down. He stared at Derek’s bald, shrivelled penis and sighed magnanimously.
“I will let her blow me. That’s all.”
Derek looked at Carrie. She eventually inclined her head positively.
“Thank you, Sir. Very, very much.”
Roberto looked at the blonde. “You mind ?”
She fluttered her eyes. “Not at all. I’ll join you.”
They both sneered at Derek as he pulled their chairs back from the table.
*** *** ***
Steele sat at the head of the table and watched Roberto and Kirsten strolling over to the bed, with Derek trailing dejectedly behind them.
It was a great birthday party, sure, but he was looking forward to later. The coming days, weeks, months, when he could enjoy some ‘private time’ with Fern. And with Derek. This evening was nothing. Just a bowl of nuts to whet the appetite and stimulate a thirst before the main meal itself.
He enjoyed his power. Always had, always would. Yet, so far something had held him back from really fucking with any of his slave’s minds. But this time was different. He wanted to gorge himself on his unfortunate new couple without limits. Take them to places that no person deserves to visit. Not mindless brutality, of course. He could never understand people who enjoyed violence purely for its own sake; blood, guts and gore. Snuff, even. A waste of a good slave in his view, when they could be so much more fun, alive and able-bodied. But extreme humiliation, torment and good old-fashioned sexual abuse, well those were areas he would explore to the maximum extent of his imagination. To the extent that Fern would soon look fondly back on this evening’s gang-bang as merely a harmless bit of foreplay.
He could see the bed. Roberto had sat himself down astride Fern’s chest and Kirsten was flirting outrageously as she unzipped him. He watched them and sipped his red burgundy.
He would call Nick and Steve for some inspiration. Those subtle ideas he came up with to add real spice to events. They were other slave owners he’d only met at a couple of auctions and traded with. But Steele admired Nick and Steve’s obvious abilities to train their own slaves in interesting ways.
Mary, one of the waitresses, had taken over Derek’s wine serving duties. She carefully poured more wine into Steele’s goblet. She was cute, Mary. Aged 23, a brunette with small but nicely formed boobs. He might get around to having them enlarged sometime.
“Thank you.” He smiled at her pleasantly. “My bladder’s full.”
She looked at him, mouth gaping. The decanter trembled in her hand.
He scowled. “You expect the birthday boy to leave the table ?”
“N … no, Sir.”
He tilted his chair back onto its hind legs.
She was still frozen, her mind unable to control her limbs.
He reached up and slapped her. She gasped and put the wine decanter and water carafe down. A crimson mark blushed onto her cheek. Wordlessly, she knelt and crawled under the table between his shoes.
A few guests down Steele’s end of the table turned and smiled.
He was impassive while Mary’s shaking fingers unbuckled him. Then he emptied the contents of the water carafe into his glass and passed the carafe down to her.
“Use this.”
She carefully placed the head of his thickened but still soft penis into the mouth of the carafe and bent it down below 45 degrees so it wouldn’t spill.
“Look up at me.”
Her glistening brown eyes stared up at him as he relaxed and unleashed his flow. He inhaled the sharp ammonia-tang of urine and grinned at her. She really was magnificently cute. But what was magnificence without obedience ?
He flicked a stray strand of her chestnut hair from her face.
“Now look at it.”
She turned her eyes down. They both watched the swirling, cloudy, frothing, hot, amber mixture as it steadily filled the glass container. He loved his piss; a constant supply of nature’s goodness on tap to humiliate his slaves with. He’d been drinking beer, champagne and red wine – without taking in water – and it was strong, liquid gold.
There was something about this one he quite liked. She’d been a purchasing clerk at some company and had been caught fiddling the books. Well, apparently. In fact, the owner had stitched her up and Carrie’s dad had done the rest. Sentenced her to twenty years.
After almost a full minute, his flow eventually petered out.
“Now get up from there. And don’t spill any.”
She carefully clambered out and rose up onto her high heels again.
Most of Steele’s end of the table were watching them. He reached out for an empty wine glass. It was an expensive, cut wine glass on a long stem.
“Here.” He pushed it in front of her. “Pour yourself a drink.”
Again, hands trembling, Mary tipped the carafe and filled the glass. When she’d finished, there was still enough to replenish her glass four or five times.
“Cheers !” Steele and several guests raised their wine glasses, whilst staring at Mary. She lifted hers and looked at him, nausea passing across her face.
Steele drained his glass of the excellent red burgundy Carrie had bought him.
He watched Mary slowly force down the excellent chateau pisse.
Everybody tittered when she’d finished.
“Top yourself up.”
Her eyes were watering as she poured herself another glass up to the brim.
“In one.” He said.
They watched her steadily drain the entire carafe; five and a half glasses full.
Her eyes were watering and she belched involuntarily making everybody laugh. He pulled her to him by her bottom and cuddled her, nuzzling her cute tits, barely making a cleavage out of the tight spandex top.
“Next time, you won’t hesitate to drink piss, will you ?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“Good.” He replied, patting a crisp smack on her buttocks. “Because you will now go round this table with this decanter, and a funnel for the ladies, and invite every man and woman to relieve their bladders at the table whenever they like. And you will stand by them and afterwards drink every drop they give you. Understood ?”
She bit her lip, struggling to focus on him.
He scratched his head; how much piss could twenty people produce at a dinner party ? Not that much, surely ? A few pints, maybe a gallon or two ? He’d see how she coped. It wasn’t the last time he’d play with Mary.
“Yes … Sir.” She was crying. A fat tear slid slowly down her cheek.
He zipped himself up. “Fail and I’ll think of a much harder task.”
*** *** ***
Derek watched as the blonde’s skilled fingers teased the man called Roberto’s shaft. Her nail varnish was vampire-red and mesmerising as she manipulated him towards orgasm. But she seemed in no hurry to finish him off.
“Goood ?” she asked coquettishly, evidently pleased with herself.
“Mmm … sss…” Roberto replied, eyes closed, hissing through gritted teeth.
His knees were astride Fern’s head, his bottom over her chin. Derek could see his wife’s tongue slaving at the man’s hairy testicles. Roberto was muscular and swarthy, with a mat of dark chest hair and a hirsute body.
“Tell me.” The blonde said, addressing Derek for the first time. “Does your wife actually like the taste of semen ? Did she used to enjoy blowing you ?”
Derek looked directly into her piercing, ice-blue eyes. “No … not really, Ma’am.”
The blonde smiled. She didn’t reply but simply used her spare hand to ease Roberto back slightly on the bed, so that Fern’s face was fully revealed.
“In that case …” She looked at Derek, then down at Fern. Her fingers guided Roberto to sit so that his penis was now bouncing atop Fern’s chin and mouth. Without having to be told, Fern’s pink tongue started caressing the underside.
The blonde’s manual strokes accelerated and Roberto’s groans increased.
Derek saw her carefully point the tip of his penis at his dear wife’s flaring nostrils.
“Don’t you dare resist or move.” She snarled down at Fern.
The first, high-velocity jet came without warning. It shot up the inside of Fern’s right nostril, exploding into her nasal passages.
“Yesssss…” Roberto gasped, as the rest of his orgasm peaked.
The second and third spurts blasted out of him, as if from a double-barrelled shotgun. They were the heavy payload and the blonde giggled as, with perfect timing, she twitched his pulsing shaft, so that one spurt entered each nostril, before mingling in Fern’s sinuses.
Fern’s eyes flew open in shock and awe. She breathed in the fourth and fifth lines as if she was snorting coke. She began to choke and splutter.
“Steady dear. There’s more.”
In fact, the final few flurries were harmless enough, and she simply directed them over Fern’s nose, cheeks and lips as a mini-facial.
Roberto sat back, grinning, admiring his performance. “Phew !”
Derek watched the blonde lean over to kiss Roberto sensuously on the lips. “I hope you enjoyed that. Because that will stop you ejaculating too early with me later !”
She glanced over at Derek then down at Fern, who was gasping, sniffing.
“Deep breaths ! Snort it all up until you can taste it in your mouth. Then swallow it. That’s it, clear those blocked passages, as if you had a head cold.”
Derek watched his poor humiliated young wife inhaling the filth.
And there was not a single thing he could do to help her.
*** *** ***
It was past two o’clock in the morning when the final guests departed and 02.40 hrs when Carrie finally sat down next to Fern, who was still tied to the bed for the night. Derek had already been locked in a cell down in the basement dungeon and Steele had staggered drunkenly upstairs to bed.
“Goodnight dear.”
Fern peered at her through her damp eyes and strands of wet hair over her face. During over five hours of ‘entertainment’ she had been fucked by eight men, most of them twice. Only Steele and Roberto had abstained.
She had also sucked most of the men and at least half the women and, in the final hour, been penetrated by an oversized vibrator until – at last – she reached a climax of her own of sorts, triggering the anal probe’s bleep, to her humiliation and the amusement of the audience.
“Sleep tight.” Carrie patted Fern’s sodden cheek. “You deserve a few hours rest. You were the star of the show ! Did it give you a buzz, all that attention ?”
Fern turned her eyes away and slowly shook her head.
“Look at me !” Carrie’s nails squeezed Fern’s earlobes. “That’s better. Don’t ever turn your gaze away from me unless I tell you to. Got that ?”
“Yes … Ma’am.”
“Tonight was …” she shrugged, “… just a bit of fun. The real action starts tomorrow. That’s when you’ll learn about your new place in life.”
Fern suddenly uttered a loud sob, a trickle of tears rolling down her temple.
“All I can tell you is,” Carrie continued, “it will go a lot better for you if you do exactly as you’re told. Steele and I can be quite merciful when we want to be. But nothing gets us pissed like insolence and disobedience.”
“Yes Ma’am.” Fern whispered.
Carrie ran her hands casually over Fern’s breasts; they were scratched and covered in red-splotch marks and a sheen of sweat and fluids. She tweaked the nipples, making Fern wince. Finally she ran her fingers over Fern’s newly plucked mound, with tiny pin-prick scabs of blood and a canal of ooze flowing from her labia.
“Don’t think of this body as yours, dear. That will only make you unhappy. From now on, think of it - these tits, this cunt - as all ours. Understood ?”
Fern swallowed. “Yes … Ma’am.”
Carrie rose from the bed, smiling.
“And tomorrow morning, I’m giving your ass to my husband.”
End of Chapter Seven