Legacy

The curtain lifted. Spotlights blazed. Every other light in the auditorium fell away, and the low murmur of the audience began to quiet. For the next little while, the two slaves on stage became the exact center of the universe.

One was tall and golden, sleek and athletic; she was young and perfect, with pink lips and sun-bronzed nipples and almost achingly innocent. Almost. There was a darkness in her ice-blue eyes that could make a man shiver. She knelt alone near the edge of the stage—a round stage that turned slowly, giving every member of the audience the chance to see her up close and personal. That rotation also left her disoriented, disconnected from the rest of the world, especially when blinded by the spotlights. In this moment, she was utterly alone, vulnerable and exposed.

The golden slave embraced that feeling.

The other was pale and petite, with wide hips and full, round breasts, black hair and dark eyes and even darker desires. Unlike the golden slave, she was known to the audience: her service had long been worldly and depraved, and she had been zealous in seeking new heights and depths to conquer and explore—in being conquered and explored. To see her paired with one so young, so inexperienced, promised a display like none other, and the audience watched her with rapt attention.

As they were watching, the pale slave writhed on the stage on her hands and knees, her body shining under the lights. As she moved, a fat, black, bulbous shape appeared at her anus, first distending and then distorting her red, swollen star and then stretching her wide open as a massive length of black rubber seemed to pour from her. The enormous black dildo had an oily appearance, like a newborn serpent, and she caught it with one hand and began to feed it into her mouth as soon as it appeared. Some in the audience gasped. Others cheered or clapped politely, but all knew that this show was only just beginning.

The pale slave's blood-red asshole winked and gaped, gasping and gulping at thin air for a time while she continued to push fully twenty-four inches of thick, flexible dick into her throat. Her throat swelled and her belly undulated and her breasts heaved as she performed this feat, and all the while the golden slave looked on from the edge of the stage, masturbating her perfect teen cunt at the sight. Only when the last black inch of that thick, double-ended cock had vanished into the pale slave's mouth did she begin to move, crawling toward her partner for the evening.

Their eyes were heavy-lidded with lust. Their bodies began to intertwine. The pale slave's red lips caressed her partner's soft, virginal pink. And then both mouths opened. The kiss became something else. Those close enough were able to watch as the golden slave's throat began to bulge. Her eyes opened wide and she might have moaned but for the choking presence of that massive cock. By rights, she should have gagged. Vomited. She should have begged the pale slave to stop, to do something less vile. Yet there was no complaint, and soon the entire length had moved from one body to the other—as evinced by the way the golden slave's lean belly seemed to writhe, contorted by the living malice of the gigantic cock now coiling within her.

The two slaves drew back from their deviant kiss, their lips first connected by a thick rope of spittle and phlegm and bile. Then it broke away, falling to spatter against their breasts: the sleek and golden, the heavy and pale; and the pale slave brought her hands up to cup her full breasts and moan, and the golden slave brought her hands to her mouth, and for a moment she looked ill. Then her stomach convulsed and the enormous dildo began to push out of her, and she caught it and fucked it back down into her throat. She looked like a sword swallower at the circus, sheathing the gargantuan weapon within her throat and her belly again and again. She only stopped when the pale cunt turned around, positioning herself on all fours to receive what lay in the golden cunt's gullet.

The audience knew what was coming. Still, they could not quite believe it: they watched with bated breath as the young slave cunt spread the more experienced bitch's ass. Her delicate, graceful fingers split those white globes to reveal the red, raw, oily hole where the dildo had first been concealed. And then her soft, pink lips kissed that asshole. And caressed it. And loved it. Her tongue even peeked out to lick it. And then that black gargant began to push forth again, the golden bitch grunting as she gave that cock back to her sister slut.

It must have taken a titanic effort—the concerted struggle of every taut muscle of her core, every silken sinew of her throat—to push that black python back into the mature cunt's asshole. Stretched and trained though she must have been, the pale slut's winking, well-gaped rose could not help but put up some resistance. The women were joined for several long and sweat-drenched moments, the one fucking the other in the most intimate, debased, debauched way imaginable. Again, long skeins of throat-slop hung from the golden slave's mouth and chin and throat, dripping and running, draped down the pale whore's cunt, slicking her thighs, and splattering the floor.

At last, they had traded places once more. The black snaked had disappeared into the dark-haired bitch, entirely engulfed by her ass. Perhaps some members of the audience thought the show had reached its end? But no: not by half. It was in this moment that the golden fuckhole first plunged her hand into her partner's waiting, gaping hole.

The pale cunt gasped. "Do it!" she cried. And the golden bitch did it, exactly as she was asked. She took hold of that dildo, still inside her lover, and began to fuck her with it. The whole of the audience watched the bulge grow in the pale slut's belly as the tanned blonde wrapped her fist around the black python inside her, and then she began to punch-fist her lover while keeping both fist and dildo fully inside the pale freak's distended ass.

Sweat soon shone on that pale skin as the pain and strain of it told upon her body. She groaned in deep and abiding anguish, but none could see anything but love in her eyes. Love for the audience. Love for the master that had commanded this from her. Love for the girl now ripping her open. Love for the pain—pain for pain's own sake.

At last, the bronze beauty began to pull both fist and phallus out of the dark-haired woman's ass. The pale slave's jaw clenched tight, her teeth grinding as her prolapsed colon gripped her lover's arm, then wrist, then hand. At last, the glistening black rubber could be seen again, to the applause of the audience.

The applause only grew louder when the young, athletic slave began to lick her fingers clean—and louder still when she wrapped her lips around that freshly-birthed dildo and began to pull it down her throat again, directly out of her lover's shithole. She swallowed every inch, and still the show was not done.

The show was not done, and yet the matter was decided: this was no mere dilettante. No; this woman could truthfully be called a submissive, and she would be welcomed within the halls of the Bitter Elm. When at last their perverse display was ended, the two slaves received a standing ovation, at least from those among the audience who could stand—those who were not indisposed, having lost themselves in irresistible lust at the sight of the slaves' performance.

The new slave was accepted by unanimous acclamation. However, for her, the most powerful moment of the night must have been when her father stood forth from where he watched on a high balcony overlooking the stage. He extended his hand toward the sweating, gasping, gaping, well-used slave, and his words were heard by all:

"This is my degraded slave cunt, in whom I am well-pleased."