Slaves

She got hot shivers just looking at the lovely young thing. His physique was so nicely developed. Most important, he had a really big cock.

The cock laid erect against his lean belly, glistening with Elixir. The rest of him was stiff as well, ropes around wrists and ankles attached to the bed posts, keeping him spread out wide. Youthful muscles taut with anxiety as his wary eyes on the grinning middle-aged woman in expensive clothing standing next to him. He was breathing arrestedly. Afraid. And who could have blamed him?

He was such a precious sight that she could no longer wait. She got undressed, dropping the silk gown on the floor. Getting on the bed she slowly ran a hand over his taut form, from the belly to his chest and back. He tensed more, shivering a little under her touch. It was really arousing!

Bought yesterday morning, his virginity had been thoroughly taken in the 60th birthday celebrations of Isharah of clan D'immahla. The birthday retinue of some thirty ladies had used him hard all day and a lot of the night. They had not tortured him however, and the only marks on his lovely, exotically pale body were nail marks, but there were plenty of those - including all over his cock.

So no wonder. The poor thing was still in shock. It was still a new thing for him, getting raped by women. No doubt the wicked ladies had made it quite an experience for him!

"Shush," Adellah said, caressing his hairless body. So lovely, not a drop of extra fat on his boyish torso. And those scratches and nicks complemented his smooth, clear complexion so nicely. "Yes," she whispered, drinking the sight of him, feeling tingly between the legs. "Beautiful!"

She climbed onto him, straddling his belly. She pushed her butt back so that his cock rested against it, feeling hard, smooth and hot against her skin. His taut abs against her bare ass and cunt. She caressed him with both hands. His firm young body. His bound arms. His delicate neck. His thick hair.

The boy closed his eyes, turning his face away.

"Aw," she said, "you're so shy." He was obviously terrified. It was adorable! She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. "You miss your mommy?" she cooed. "I can be your new mommy."

Smiling, she got off him and eased herself down to grab his nice cock from the base. "Now let mommy help you with this." It was striped and dappled from all the nails visited upon it. She brushed the backs of her fingers up and down on it. "Did the mean women hurt you down here? Aw. Let me kiss it to make it better."

She gently placed her lips on the cock, kissing up its length. Pleased to hear him inhale sharply. Once she reached the large head, she wrapped her lips around it. Started to lick and suck. He moaned as she did this. His tied legs twitching. Getting so rigid! Breathing heavily.

The nice piece of meat felt so lovely in her mouth, filling it all the way! She could not help nibbling it a little bit, and he reacted so delightfully, crying, his hips jerking. But she held his pelvis down with her arms as she kept devouring it. The juicy head felt so nice in between her teeth. And she much suspected that her teeth were by far not the first ones visited upon it these past twenty-four hours. The beautiful thing simply demanded to be played with in every way imaginable!

She kept eating the yummy big cock while he whimpered and twitched. The vaguely sweet flavor of the Elixir did not hurt either. She lost herself devouring the rock hard piece of flesh. Enjoying the feeling of it filling her mouth. Fondling his smooth balls. Loving his reactions.

It was such a good time, however long it lasted, but eventually she let the cock free, slowly pulling her teeth across the head and dropping it. She looked up at him, smiling. His lovely face was turned aside, and he was almost weeping, breathing heavily.

Adellah traced a finger up the length of the cock, then rose to the top of the bed. She was wet already, but she wanted something more.

She squatted above his head. Gently took him by the hair to force his face forward. "Your turn. You can make me feel good now." She fingered herself, pressing forward. "Go on," she whispered. "Get your tongue out."

He did not of course understand her language, the foreign slave. But he knew what to do, and shyly he recieved her cunt with his mouth. The hot tongue so heavenly!

He was suprisingly apt for all his youth and reluctance. The yesterday's crowd had taught him some things. But then: a day spent in the firm hands of the ladies of Mučenian nobility made even the most inexperienced and unwilling boy learn to use his mouth and tongue when ordered to.

"Ah, that's right. That feels good, boy. Keep working that tongue. I need a good cleaning."

She held the boy's hair with both hands while he did his best. How she loved the sight of his pretty, young face as his mouth worked.

She enjoyed this for some time. But then she gazed back to that beautiful penis and felt an irresistible yearning.

Adellah rose off his mouth and backed down. She took hold of the base of his cock, rubbing the head against her cunt. Felt so good!

"Let's get on with it, shall we?" she said, guiding the cock in. He shifted anxiously, tensing up. "Yes, I know you don't want it. Now here we go."

The pleasure as she slowly slid the boy in herself! Claiming him. And he filled her very nicely. The Elixir made them so hard! "Ah! Such a big boy."

The boy whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. The Elixir. His mind was still having a hard time understanding its strange effects. Making him so wonderfully vulnerable!

"Mmmm!" Adellah sighed. "Amazing!" She rocked back and forth, feeling pleasure tingle out from her cunt to her belly and her thighs. She took hold of the boy's face, meeting his eye. "Hmm?" He looked away, whimpering. "Aw!" A giggle escaped her. He was just to die for!

There was such intimacy to raping a boy. Trapping him in you, devouring him. Almost like stealing his very soul. Taking pleasure from imposing yourself within his boundaries, violating them, from forcing such intense sensations on him. Forcing him to cum inside you, watching him writhe and moan, feeling his cock surrender to you.

Mad with lust for the lovely creature, Adellah forced the boy's face forward and inserted two fingers in his mouth, catching his eye again to motion for him to suck on them. He capitulated, started to suckle, and the sensation gave her shivers. "Good boy," she said, patting his cheek with the other hand.

After getting into the groove, grinding her hips back and forth with the boy's wonderful cock rubbing just perfectly, she too her finger out of his mouth and gently but firmly pressed the hand over his mouth. He was no enjoying the going at all, his chest rising and falling intensely. Eyes squeezed shut, his beautiful face quivering with his increasing whimpers.

"Shush," Adellah whispered with maternal gentleness. "It's okay. You can cry. You can cry!" And the tears started to roll, whimpers turning to sobs and wails. Adellah smiled gently. "Oh, you sweet boy!"

She started to feel herself coming close to an orgasm. She took the boy's nipples in between her fingertips. "Now, cum with me!"

Clearly the boy did not want to cum, but Adellah was not giving him any alternative. She squeezed him tight inside her as she rode passionately, pinching and playing with his cute nipples. And she could soon see that he was building to a climax as she was.

She waited until she felt that lovely expansion of his cockhead, loving the sight if his shaking, the convulsing, hearing his keening, feeling that hot cum spurt inside her cunt, before letting herself cum as well.

She could only imagine how they had enjoyed his reactions yesterday, based on how he kept jolting against the ropes, limbs twitching violently, his squeals so adorable. Such a show he put on, they had certainly made him cum again and again just to get to enjoy that. Especially knowing how in big groups ladies tended to get crueler and crueler.

Adellah simply held his head and chest down as she finished with hard thrusts. Hand over his mouth. She leaned close to his face. "Hssss!"

Then, some minutes later. She sat up on him. "That was fun," she said, petting the sobbing little darling. She wiped at the tears on his cheeks. Bending down to kiss his face. "Hush, little babe. Mommy is here." She moved her mouth onto his mouth, sticking her tongue in. He did not so much reply with his as tried to resist her. Still trying to fight her. She smiled. She could still taste herself on him.

He whimpered as she kept his mouth on hers, face pinched hard between her fingertips, devouring him. Giving his lower lip a bite. Then she grabbed his hair as she pulled back, looking him in those big, teary eyes. Smiled at him. "You're mine!" she said in whisper. Forced her tongue back in his mouth. Feeling thrills all over. Tingle in her cunt. The intimacy of the intrusion! She caught one nipple in her fingertips, rolling it, still grinding her hips on his cock. He whimpered.

And she came again. "Ahh!" she breathed out. Thrusting her hips hand and slow. Her mouth close to his, both open, hers exhaling long in pleasure, his letting out a wounded wail. Joined in the wonderful moment that seemed to stretch on and on. The rapist and the raped. The victim and the perpetrator. The owner and the slave.

His face firmly held in her hands, the boy finally stopped his bawling. He didn't look any happier however. Broken. Frightened. And so, so vulnerable.

"Beautiful!" she whispered. Then gave his lovely face a slow long lick, from chin to top.

Giving him another smile and kiss upon his brow, Adellah rose off the bed. Gathering her clothes, she called the guards. She ordered the women to untie him while she got dressed. Then, with her back in her clothes and the naked young darling held between the guards, she gave a nod.

"Take him to the torture chamber," she said softly. "Have him strapped tightly on his back on the small wooden horse closest to the door." That one would provide a good access to his cock, that wonderful big plaything. She locked eyes with the boy and smiled sweetly. Speaking in soothing tones. "Heat the irons. Prepare my knives and the needles and the acid. And plenty of healing potion."

"Yes, madam," the guards said, starting to tow him.

Adellah smiled and waggled her fingers at the boy as they took him. Blew him a kiss. "See you soon!"

He looked baffled.

She smiled wider once he was gone. What a sweet, innocent darling boy!

What awaited him was a long night of pain beyond his wildest nightmares.

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Galiffssae's one ring-heavy hand pressed over his mouth and another one clutching his hair, both of Deelah's were busy grinding his long cock. His breath came puffing through his nostrils in whimpers, whip marked chest and belly rising and falling rapidly, gleaming with sweat. He was just getting over his second orgasm, but it should have been clear to him by now he wasn’t going to get off so easy. So to speak. After all, he'd been resisting cumming into either of the ladies for hours now, and now they were going to force him to cum as many times as they had the stamina for, and he would simply have to take each one. No boy could resist skilful hands! And there were few more skilful than Deelah's.

The two ladies had been up all night, drinking wine, and at dawn dragged a boy out of his cell into a rape room. They had played with him a few hours, their alcohol-numbed cunts feeling insatiable, no matter how hard they had ridden his cock and his mouth. Not to say it hadn't felt good!

Playing with him like this was much fun as well. He responded so cutely to the abuse. The chain leading from his nipple clamps and attached to Deelah's wrist was pulled taut so that she was providing him with double stimulus as she worked the penis. She had one knee up on the rape table, in between his spread-out legs keeping the metal cock in his anus. Every now and then she gave it a good shove to get it in deeper. Anal violation always added so much intensity to the cumming.

He was giving them a good show with his wiggling. Deelah smiled at the beautiful sight of him. White skin covered in red welts from whips and fingernails. She especially admired the well-formed, flexed triceps, as he constantly and quite involuntarily tried to free his wrists from the leather cuffs at the side of the table, which kept his arms stretched out straight down toward the floor. This position also complemented his nice pecs.

Galiffssae took her hand off the boy's mouth to rub the wetness between her robust thighs, and then shoved her wet fore and middle finger in his mouth. Giving his hair a firm pull she got his attention to mime the order for him to suck. Whimpering he capitulated, began sucking on her fingers. She grinned with all her teeth. Then started to fuck the mouth against his sucking. "That's a good little slut."

Deelah kept stroking his juicy cock. Her fingers circled around and around the head, still bright red after the foreplay with candle wax and riding crops. Rock-hard from the Elixir, and so sensitive to touch - and she hadn't even gotten out the ring gauntlets yet!

Galiffssae, after probing the boy's mouth with her fingers a while longer, then rose on the table again, lowering herself onto his face. Grabbing his hair, she shoved his face in, ordering him to tongue her asshole. While the whimpering little sweetheart got to work, she started rubbing her cunt.

The boy was trying to keep from cumming with all his might. Of course he did: each Elixir-induced climax was more unbearably intense than the last - although every bit as unavoidable! And in fact, resisting only made it worse! But these poor simple creatures could not help themselves. And Deelah, for one, was happy that they couldn't. His twitches and whimpers filled her with blissful joy, as did the feeling of his engorged meat filling her hands. How she loved a big, stiff cock completely helpless at her mercy!

Galiffssae made the boy stick out his tongue and hold it firm. Then started to ride it with force, getting quite a bit of the rest of his face as well. She took hold of the nipple chain, holding it like a rider held reins, and Dimillah focused on the cock.

Deelah grinned, biting her lower lip as she felt him starting to cum again. The cock getting even bigger in her grip. True enough, the orgasm promised to be more intense than the last again. Oh the precious shaking! The amusing noises he made, his tongue stuck out like that, buried under cunt and ass. The ladies looked at each other and laughed.

That laugh continued as the massive spasms began. His lovely noises!

Grinning wide, working her fingers mercilessly around the twitching glans, Deelah wondered how intense his orgasms would still be getting.

She sure intended to find out!

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The delightful combination of the sounds of electrical buzzing, the boy's moans and cries and gags, and the creaking from his struggling against the leather binds had played a big part in Ferrah's last orgasm. The other being the supremely arousing sight of his squirming, twitching muscular young body, kept subdued by his bondage. The other end of the strap-on metal cock, the one which went in her cunt, obviously played another part. The way that end was wired, the electric current ran into her in a much milder form than it did into the boy's anus. Pleasure for her, torture for him, that's how it was supposed to be!

Black-painted, sharp fingernails dug into his spread-out thighs, she thrust her hips with force. She just loved violating a tight hole! To her, that was the single most satisfying way to victimize a young lovely like this one! Made him whimper like a girl, which brought her utmost sexual satisfaction.

Sharallah worked at the other end, her cock in his mouth. Strapped onto his back, his head was attached so that it was tilted backwards, firmly in place to provide access to the mouth kept open by a special gag. She was ramming the metal thing in deep, and with the electro shock provided, it was little wonder his noises were as pained as they were. Though her hand holding tight onto his throat surely also had something to do with it.

Thus raped from both ends, this was not quite enough stimulation for their tastes. The wired clamps on the boy's nipples, the wire running all around his balls and cock, and the hollowed metal tube with a wire attached inside his urethra, all connected to the same battery as the metal cocks, made sure that the experience was quite electrifying for him. Shocked throughout.

The unremitting stimulation kept him cumming at steady intervals. Had for a while now. There was cum all over his belly, pooled in the cracks of lovely flexed abs, in his belly bottom. The exquisite pain kept him in a state of great distress, keeping him twitching and bucking and shaking so sexily. The ladies kept gradually increasing the electric current so that he did not grow used to it.

Sharallah's and Ferrah's eyes met, and the women shared a grin. Taking so much pleasure in torturing the boy!

And almost as if through telepathic communication, they then started to fuck him even more aggressively.

Ferrah slammed her hips hard against the boy's ass, again and again and again. Digging her nails in. Basking in the sweet sounds of his agonized cries. And even through the electrified dildo raping his throat, he tried to beg for them to stop.

Ferrah smiled. While the orgams kept coming, she did not intend to stop for a looooong time.

True enough, soon the boy came once more. And, at the sight of his violent spasms, the sounds of his gagging screams, so did she.

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"Lick it faster, slut!" Anyah embellished her order with a slap on the ruffled-haired top of his head and gave a sadistic snicker at his cries.

He tried his best to keep licking the woman's clit to her satisfaction. She squatted over his face, holding his hair hard with both hands, grinning down at him. You could tell that he desperately wanted to stop, having used his tongue non-stop Goddess knew how long, but there was no chance they were going to let him.

His desperation was just so erotic to watch!

Probably didn't make his job any easier that Shidaah and Lalia were hard at work between his legs: each woman's mouth busy on his meaty, hard cock. They went at it like a pair of hungry dogs fighting over a piece of meat, their teeth on the juicy head not doing anything to lessen the image. The treatment drawing such wonderful twitches and whimpers from him. The tight straps of the rape table made sure that he could do nothing but endure it.

Ashiahe grinned devilishly, twisting the boy's nipples. Truly, getting accepted into the Queen's court had been the best day of her life! Where else could women as young as the ones in this room get to play with boys with abandon?

Everyone else was having a good time too. Drinks in hands, they either took some part teasing the helpless boy, or then only watched, partaking in the laughs and taunts. How beautiful he was, completely at their mercy!

Anyah turned around and made the boy tongue her anus. First long licks, then using the tongue to fuck the hole. One hand holding tight to his lovely, thick hair. The girls on his cock switched to using their hands, giving his balls and shaft some hard stroking while their long-nailed fingertips probed the head. His moans and twitches so lovely, making the girls grin and giggle! Ashiahe kept steady attention on his nice, hard nipples. Oh, his bound, tensed body was just so sexy!

It did not take long of being worked on by the girls' deft hands before the boy came. Their grins and giggles increasing with his twitching and jolting, cum running down their fingers as they mercilessly kept probing his sensitive flesh. Shidaah caught his balls in one hand and twisted hard. He groaned in agony, trying to arch his back, but the strap across his chest stopped him, and Ashiahe placed a knee on him and pushed him down for what little he was able to raise his back, still pinching his nipples.

Anyah laughed at his fussing, pushing his face deeper in her ass, nose sinking in the crack of her robust buttocks. "Keep licking, bitch!"

Soon she turned around again, ordering the boy to open his mouth as she spread out her labia. Pissing. He struggled to swallow while the girls with his cock entertained themselves by using their nails on him. Delighting in his spasms.

Once done pissing, Anyah rose off. She grinned down at the panting boy. Then grabbed his face hard with one hand. "What are you whining about?" she sneered. "We're being so nice to you. Giving your cock so much attention. Making you cum. Letting you put your worthless mouth on our cunts and our asses, letting you drink our nectar!" The women giggled. She shook his face. "Don't think that’s going to last forever, this kind treatment. We decide it and we will cause you such pain you cannot believe. We love doing that. And we're good at it too! Is that what want? Do you want to be tortured?" She grinned evilly. "Or perhaps we should hand you over to the Queen. She'll make you miss us dearly! Our soft, loving hands." She let go and smacked him across the face. "You are so lucky you're ours!" Smack. "Where is your gratitude?"

More giggles.

"Let's just torture him!"

Anyah smiled. "All in good time, Alisshi."

The little pup was so adorable. He was shaking. How he feared them! As well as he should have!

"Well, want to fuck him again!" Ashiahe said, unable to take her horniness any longer. She rose onto the table.

"Don't let anyone stop you!"

She didn't. Quickly slipping his nice cock into her soaking cunt, she started rocking back and forth. Smiling, in bliss. His sexy moaning the sweetest music in her ears!

Ashiahe simply loved raping boys! Nothing gave her quite the rush of power. To torture him with her own body, and that torture was directly linked to her own pleasure. The combination of his reactions and her own physical pleasure took her to heaven's gates. Older ladies had often told her of similar things. How the intimacy of the act made it for them. The direct sense of power over a boy, someone so clearly below her. She'd heard the head priestess herself mention how in the Goddess' world, the worst tortures were actually the moments being raped by the demonesses, not to speak of the Goddess herself! Being engulfed in their demonic cunts, she'd said, was the greatest horror. The twisted clergywoman really got off on such talk!

Frankly, Ashiahe didn't know what to make of such superstitious tales, except that they rather aroused her. Albeit that she really found them to be awful childish! But sometimes a girl could just indulge and entertain herself with improbable tales, if only for the erotic tickle.

She focused on the fucking. The other women kept teasing the boy as she rode, playing with his nipples, pulling his hair, pinching him, slapping him, raking their nails hard all over him. He cried and he moaned. And he pleaded. And the women laughed.

Boy tears really were the best lubricant! Made Ashiahe wet, at least.

She soon came, and as she continued she came again. It was always easy for her when so aroused. Then another woman took her turn, then another. And as he was being ridden, the others continued tormenting him. Putting toothed clamps on his nipples. Also taking turns on his face, making him eat them, both front and back, making him drink more piss.

When the last one was done with his cock, they gathered around the panting, whimpering boy. Sore all over!

"He's refusing to cum again," Alisshi pointed out as she ran a hand over his nice muscles.

Lalia clicked her tongue decisively. "We'll just see about that!"

With vicious laughs, the women then prepared to show him what happened when he tried to resist them! Lalia and Shidaah donned ring gauntlets each, and as they settled around his cock, took along a studded sounding iron to complete the job. Remembering, of course, to rub on more Elixir to ensure maximum effect. Alisshi sat down on his abs, smiling as she rubbed her bare cunt against their bumpy surface. She plucked off the clamps and started playing with his reddened nipples. Anya and Ashiehe settled on both sides of his head, Ashiahe pressing a hand over his mouth and Anya pressing hers over Ashiahe's. Double force. Anya grabbed a handful of his nice hair, baring her teeth in a sadistic grin.

"Now you're going to cum for us again!" Shidaah said, as she grabbed the with a gauntleted hand and pressed the head to widen the slit for the sound.

And, giggling, they began.

His reactions were every bit as wonderful as expected. As if he really thought squirming could have released him from his binds! As if he imagined that begging, muffled by their firm hands, would have done anything but spur them on!

The women had such a great time, Lalia and Shidaah with his cock covering each sensitive bit with their gauntleted hands, Alisshi tormenting his sore nipples, Anya and Ashiahe holding his head down, periodically pinching his nose closed so as to cut out his air supply. Their nasty giggles ringing in the room. Meanwhile the rest of the women watched and enjoyed the show, doing what they could to add to it, caressing his writhing body, pinching, scratching.

It was so hot to look him in those anguished eyes. He tried closing them but they firmly insisted he keep them open. Pinching the eyelids helped him to see the reason in that. They wanted to see it all, the helplessness, the intensity of sensation. So completely at their mercy, in their power. Seeing that in his eyes was the just the sexiest thing.

His sounds rapidly increased. The urgent whimper rising higher and higher. He couldn't hold back any longer.

"Are you gonna cum?" Anya sneered. "Are you gonna cum?"

He sure did.

The Elixir made boys cum so hard! Like girls. He squealed hysterically, shaking madly in his bondage, as the women forced him over the edge. It was such a wonderful thing to watch and make happen. And best of all: it had nothing at all like pleasure in it for him, but just the opposite!

Ashiahe grinned from ear to ear, giggling in delight as she kept holding him down. How she loved hurting boys! And she knew she was in good company, as every woman in the room felt exactly the same. The way they all laughed at his agony as he lay there, utterly helpless - crying as his yummy body convulsed against the straps and their hands. Arousing them to a ridiculous degree!

The post-orgasm torture was unrelenting, the two girls' palms rubbing hard on the cock's topside and underside, altering that with their fingers circling round and round, studs pressed into his super-sensitive flesh. The mean women loving every second of the intolerable sensation they gave him. The joy they got from it!

Then, once they'd finally enjoyed him enough in this manner, they gave him a little rest. He was shaking, whimpering, and still twitching after the thorough workout. Surely exhausted! And so beautiful.

Anyiah grinned at the sight of him, then looked around at the other women, rubbing her hands together. "Ok, now we can torture him!"

Eager applause and cheers at that. Ashiahe smiled as she saw Alisshi practically dance with delight, going to find a whip.

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The Queen sat on her cushioned chair, leaning back, one hand working underneath her skirt while the other held onto the end of the rope hanging above her. The rope and the orders she gave were her current contribution to the proceedings but for the most part it was her court women that worked on the naked boy. That of course was well and good. The Queen was always the Queen but thorough torture was nothing but team work. The more hands were on him, the more complete the pain that could be delivered. After all, even the Goddess had her demonesses.

Presently it was difficult to see how the demonesses could have been any crueler than the human females were to this beauty of a boy. Impaled on a studded, slightly pyramid-shaped pole, his legs and arms stretched out to the side with ankles and wrists attached to a sturdy iron frame so that his hands and feet stuck out. Heated needles had been pushed underneath the nails of his toes and fingers and a few into his nipples. The rope, the other end of which the Queen held, around his neck kept his head up, strangling the sounds of his cries and whimpers. It went to the ceiling, and though a couple loops there went to the Queen. She was holding him just tight enough.

Two women on each side held the pinky toe and finger of each hand and foot, pliers locked around the nail. Grinning cruelly, waiting for the Queen's order. Shallanah behind him held fast onto his thighs, kept pushing him downward so as to slowly drive the pole deeper into his ass. The studs tortuing his senstive anus so viciously. At least they had not ran electricity to the pole. Yet.

Tenesshi smiled as she ran a finger along the lenght of his hard cock, delighting in his shivers. The strangulation seemed to make the penis even bigger. It was beautiful with the whipmarks and the scratches and the minor burns. She then gazed whistfully to the side where more needles were being heated. Couldn't wait till they got to stick those in the cock as well. She loved doing that.

The Queen then gave the order, and the grinning ladies pulled the nails. Doing it slowly so as to prolong the pain, but at legth the nails came off his fingers and toes with mightly jolts and screams from the boy. He was not gagged. The Queen usually wanted to listen to them scream and beg. If anything, she enjoyed it when a boy was muffled with a firm hand over his mouth. Tenesshi had to admit that she loved that too. Loved being the one with the hand in question. To feel their desperate stuggling!

There was plenty of such struggling now, as the ladies tore the nails. And not only them, but all around women laughed at his agony, his most arousing reactions as he helplessly tangled there. Shallanah grinding the twisting boy's ass against the pole, her nails digging into his skin. Tenesshi held onto his cock as all this happened, relishing the sense of power it gave her. The essense of his soul in her hands while his body was being tortured so. How she would have loved to force him to cum then!

Once the nails were off and the biggest struggling and screaming had given way to shaking and wailing, women were running their hands all over his shivering sexy body: caressing, groping, pinching, scratching, all the while murmuring to him teasingly, letting him know exactly how much pleasure they got from torturing him, from watching and listening to his suffering. Even if he could not understand a word.

The beautiful, exotic boy was an abducted northener. And maybe Tenesshi only imagined it, but it seemed the Queen treated northern boys with extra cruelty - meaning of course that she especially liked them (of course it was difficult to tell since the woman was always cruel). In any case, general rule was that the more beautiful the boy was the more vicious a treatment he received. And this one was stunningly gorgeous! The Queen always reserved the hottest boys for herself and her court to play with. The Goddess bless her for that!

The women took out the already cooled needles from his nipples - only to bring out a pair of needle-clamps. It was a nasty little device, a ring with four thin needles which, when a spring-mechanism was realeased, closed around the nipple in an overlapping manner, puncturing it. How he cried when they attached them! When in place, the laughing women then took a moment to flick them around as he squealed.

The Queen rose, ordering another woman to take the rope. She walked over to the boy, her studded riding crop in hand. Without delay, she grabbed hold of the base of his shaft and started to give the cock firm swats. Fousing on the big head, covering the top and bottom. Such a lovely slapping sound to go with his piteous cries! If she hadn't been already, it would have made Tenesshi soaking wet! The ladies around grinned at his helpless twitches of pain. Caressing his lovely nakedness. Playing with the needle-clamps.

The Queen stopped beating the boy's penis. "Wax!" she ordered.

The young Ladiah came fort with a candle. Smiling at him, she grabbed the cock and started to pour hot wax on it. Tongue in between her teeth, she poured all across the shaft and then the head. He cried and spasmed, making the girl giggle. Tenesshi so envied her then!

Once the cock was covered in wax, the Queen continued her whipping. Merciless swats.

Soon the organ was cleaned of wax, and the lady stopped. She went to put away her crop and took her hands full of Elixir, the sensitivity-enhancing kind. She returned to rub the oil all over the sore cock, to twitches and whimpers. Then she produced a long rod - a studded one, of course - and oiled that too. She rammed the rod deep into his cockhole, then started to stroke the cock with one hand, using swift and wristy strokes, her merciless grip showing her long decades of experience with boys' anatotomy, while continuing to twist and move the lenght of metal inside the urethra.

"Tighter!" she ordered over her shoulder.

Smiling, the woman with the rope pulled it tighter, strangling the boy further. Meanwhile others kept touching the keening, moaning, shaking boy all over, two playing with his clamped nipples.

"Nails!" the Queen said.

The four women gleaming with sadistic glee returned to grab the next fingers and toes in order, placing the pliers.

The boy's terror was obvious. He tried begging for mercy in his awkward tongue, voice choked by the rope.

"Pull!"

And so they did, choked begging turning into choked screaming. Such twisting and spasming! To a chorus of laugher.

"Tighter!" The Queen ordered.

The boy's strangled groaning, as though he were struggling for his dear life, underscored by the squelching of the Queens' hand relentlessly working his ultra-sensitive, super-engorged cock, was accompanied by the court ladies sounds of sadistic pleasure. His occasional high-pitched squeals amusing them so.

"Nails!" the Queen barked. "Make it last."

With pleasure the women set to work, pulling on the next nails without intending to bring them off at once.

The boy's squel then rose to a crescendo, and he shook madly. About to cum.

"Pull!" the Queen ordered.

The women pulled. And as the nails came off, so did the boy. Semen squirted out powerfully as the Queen yanked out the rod, never slowing the stroking of the red, swollen head. Never easing her grip. How he squealed as massive spams and shakes took his body! So much cum!

"Tighter!" There was a slight smile on the Queen's thin lips as she watched the helpless boy suffer in her hands. Soon she shifted to using her nails on the cum-sensitive cockhead, raking in quick motions. He was crying, begging hopelessly, struggling, shaking, twitching. The torture of this beautiful youth, you could see just how the old woman loved it. That she could force such exquisite pain on him. Stolen from whatever life he had lived, whatever future he'd been looking forward to, and here he was now: nothing but the Queen's plaything, to do with what she pleased - his only purpose to suffer for her. She owned his very soul. Truly, it must have made her feel like the Goddess Herself!

Drinking his wonderful agony a moment longer - must had been an eternity for him - the Queen finally released the cock. "Let go!" she ordered the woman with the rope.

And the boy's head fell as the rope was relented. Then came the sobs. Heaving, wracking. How he shivered! Muscled body dappled with sweat in spite of the dungeon's chill. Such a sexy apparition!

The Queen grabbed the sobbing boy's teary, stunningly beautiful face in her hand, grinning at him. Then she let go, giving him a fierce open-handed smack. Nails cutting his cheek. She took his balls in a tight hold and twisted, giving the cockhead some hard finger flicks. He squealed in pain.

"Now," the Queen said, turning away to return to her seat. "Electricity for cock, balls and nipples until he cums again," she ordered. "Twice. High voltage."

Some women, while others eagerly started to get the electro-torture device ready, were imitating the Queen by twisting his balls and flicking at his cock. They laughed and taunted him, hands all over him.

"Then . . ." Tenesshi dared to raise her voice, ”needles?"

The Queen turned sharply. Looking almost indignant. Then she had that small smile again.

"Then needles," she said. She grabbed the end of the rope again as she sat down.

Tenesshi grinned wide like a little girl.

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Ayaasha's girlish giggling was catchy. At least Sherzi had seemed to have gotten a contagion, although her laughter was definitely more of a cackle. As harsh and mean as the rest of her.

It was admittedly very amusing the way the boy whimpered and moaned while doing his best not to breathe in. Hanging from his feet, his head forced under the surface of the mixture of water and piss in the small tub below him. Shertzi kept it there mercilessly, one hand with a firm hold of his hair, while her other one was busy underneath her skirt. Meanwhile Ayaasha played with his nipples.

And hanging there with his arms tied behind his back, forearms roped together, he wasn't exactly in a position to do stop them.

With a small smile, Dimillah worked on the twitching boy's cock. One hand around the balls and the base, one ring-gauntleted hand stroking the head. The lovely big piece of meat adorned with whip marks and minor electrical burns. The combined effect of the Elixir, the fear and helplessness, the pain as the many studs of the rings and bands rubbed on his already sore, super-sensitive skin was really delicious. He was crying while struggling to keep holding his breath.

Sherzi pulled the boy's head out, lifting it back so that his back arched. He was gasping and coughing, whimpers and cries in between. She grinned lustily at him. "He's gorgeous!" she said. No doubt she found the agony on his face only deepening that fact, judging by that sadistic grin. The heavily tattooed woman, almost constantly drinking wine, was one of the meanest, most sadistic ladies Dimillah had had the pleasure to know. And that was saying quite a bit.

"I told you!" Ayaasha said.

The older woman glared at her, but then smirked. Shrugging, she plunked him back underwater.

Ayaasha giggled, twisting his nipples.

It wasn't common for a young girl to get to be part of such merriment. But Ayaasha happened to be Dimillah's apprentice, the pampered youngest daughter of a rich woman who had been more than happy to agree to give her out to service. No one had ever decreed that noblewomen could not take any apprentice they wanted. Call it a loophole if you want. But many ladies enjoyed the change to pass what they knew down to younger women, so they were known to take apprentices. And many young women were eager to the task: just the notion of getting to play with beautiful slave boys ensured that.

Dimillah had not regretted taking Ayaasha. Despite her age, the girl was already so talented: good at handling cocks, with a natural instinct about them and so happy when she got to play with one! She also really loved getting eaten out, as a true lady should. The young just had this delightful innocent cruelty about them. Sometimes Dimillah even let the girl's equally spoiled friends come over to play, let them have free hands with some boy. The gleam in those little sadists' eyes!

It was actually Ayaasha who had chosen this one. Some poor boy selling vegetables at market. She had insisted on him (apparently she was not accustomed to taking no for an answer, but then Dimillah knew all about that). A most unfortunate accident had then befallen his family so he could be "adopted". And here they were playing with him. She'd also insisted that he start his new life in their ownership straight from the torture chambers. Although the girl had of course savagely raped him first thing. "In case he is a virgin". At least he had wept like one - to Ayaasha' thrill.

Sherzi pulled his head out again, letting him get a few more panicked breaths, before dunking him back in. Dimillah noted that every time his head was under, his cock swelled a little. Must have been the feeling of helplessness and terror that did it. Whatever caused it, she was glad that it did!

The boy continued his precious reactions. His panic and fear so arousing to witness.

Ayaasha stuck out her lip in mock pity. "Aw!" Then laughed gleefully.

His whip marked abs flexed deliciously with him twisting about, struggling to bend forwards in order to pull his head out against Sherzi's iron hold.

The girl admired his sexy squirming, biting her lower lip. "His agony is so hot!"

He really was particularly attractive. A real good acquisition, with a very pretty face and naturally muscular build. And what a cock! Other than that, of course, his kind was dime a dozen. As any lady well knew, poor boys could basically just be purchased or abducted for her enjoyment at any time. No one of note would miss them. Manual labor and never having too much to eat kept them fit: all those problems that women born to luxury and privilege need not care about.

"Hold him up a while," Dimillah told Sherzi, as the woman next lifted his head. "He's going to cum soon." With this sort of intense treatment, it seldom took long! There was no mistaking it, the way his reactions intensified. His delicious agonized, groaning moans. Repeating: "No, no, no," in gasps. The increased shaking. The way his hot young body convulsed. "Wait for it."

She then felt the cock swell up. "Down!"

And as soon as his head was under again, cum came squiring out. The third one forced out of him tonight, but there was still power in the ejaculation.

As he was cumming, and as Dimillah kept stroking, he struggled and cried like crazy. Flopping like a fish in a hook! Sherzi's strong hold keeping his head underwater, Dimillah's other hand gripped tight around his balls and shaft, he wasn't getting anywhere they did not want him! The water bubbled with his cries. Sherzi laughing as she held him under.

"Oh my Goddess!" Ayaasha gasped in disbelieving delight at his intense distress, grinning wide, smitten with arousal. She handled the nipples with increased brutality, digging her nails in. She giggled at his terror.

The smile on Dimillah's face widened of its own accord as her fingers kept circling around the swollen glans. The way cumming made the cock all big and super-hard in her hand, filling it completely, the sight of his hopeless jolting and twitching and shaking, his piteous keening underwater, she could not deny getting incredibly horny, wetness running down her leg.

Finally she stopped. Immediately reaching for the tray with the electro shock machine on it. Picked up a leather glove for her left hand.

His head was up. He looked most wretched. Coughing, crying, begging in between sobs, the boy kept repeating that one sweet word they'd been hearing a lot already tonight. "Please stop! Please stop doing this to me! Please, don't kill me! Please! Please, stop hurting me! Please, just let me go home! Please! Please!"

Ayaasha laughed at his pathetic wailing and sobbing. Twisting his nipples hard. "Please!" she mocked with a whine, although in an unmistakable highborn accent.

Oh, that girl was just pure evil!

Sherzi grinned right in his face. She replied him in the authentic dialect of the lowborn. "Aw, but you're such a good plaything," she said. "Giving us such a good time. See how excited you're making us." She brought her hand from under her skirt, wet with her fluids. She rubbed in onto the boy's nose and lips with a malicious laugh. "No, we think we're gonna hold onto you! Plus the girl likes you. Don't ya?"

"Oh, I love him!" Ayaasha breathed out, giggling.

"Please! Please! I'll do anything!"

"Oh, yes you will!" Sherzi said.

They laughed.

Dimillah was ready. She grabbed the boy's long shaft firmly with the gloved hand, an electrode in the other.

"Alright," Sherzi said. "Take a deep breath!"

She forced the crying young beauty's head in the water at the same time as Dimillah started shocking the large cockhead, still nice and sensitive from cumming. Circling all around it. Probing the grooves and the slit. The delicious music of the angry buzz harmonizing with his panicked noises.

As Dimillah tortured the boy's lovely, rock-hard cock, Sherzi and Ayaasha laughed at his great distress. Underwater, he was screaming. Spasming and twisting, desperately trying to escape the torture, without any hope of success. He was a sensitive little wimp, of this there was no doubt. That was just too bad for him. He was in their hands now, and still would be experiencing a whole lot of sexual pain before they were done with him. Ayaasha was Dimillah's apprentice, and she was going to teach her all she needed to learn about torturing boys. Dimillah had decided that his boy was the perfect practice target to teach her with. After all, the girl had claimed him. He was hers now. And she was so eager to learn!

Shertzi pulled the boy's head out again.

"Please, please, stop!" he pleaded in between cries of pain. "Stop!" Dimillah stopped for a while. The lovely thing sobbed woundedly. "It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"It hurts, it hurts!" Ayaasha mocked, trying to mimic his unrefined accent. Imitating his sobs. She laughed. "It's supposed to hurt, dummy!"

"And it's going to hurt a whole lot more!" said Sherzi gleefully. "We've got us aaaaall night!" And with a cackle and the evilest grin, submerged the boy.

Back his head went, to their laughter. Dimillah turned up the voltage and continued.

Poor boy, by this point he would have confessed to anything! But they had only just started on him. With a rush of sadistic joy she enjoyed the sight of the glans swelling with the intense pain. Running the electrode all around the corona, up and down the line of the urethra, across the wide top, on the frenulum . . . all over, making sure not to miss any of the highly sensitive parts. While he entertained them with his song and dance of pain and terror.

Ayaasha was looking up, examining Dimillah's careful work with the cock. Her lower lip in between her teeth, eyes gleaming hungrily. "I want to go next!" she said.

The proud Dimillah smiled down at her beautiful young apprentice's eagerness. She would make a wonderful lady one day. Certainly one of the cruelest the Queendom had seen.

"Think you can make him cum this way?" Dimillah asked.

The girl's eyes shone, she grinned so happily with a mouthful of pearly teeth!