As soon as Sherie had finished sating that stranger’s pussy, it was replaced by a cock that without hesitation was thrust deep into her throat.

At almost exactly the same moment another was shoved into her cunt.

The two men coordinated their thrusts to go in at the same time and though it was supposed to be punishment, felt wonderful to the imprisoned slave.

After a few thrusts the one in her pussy was withdrawn but before she could even think of it being disappointing, it was rammed into her ass.

It was wider than her Master’s but not as long and hurt, but it didn’t matter. A punished slave’s feelings are of no importance.

The cock fucking her throat didn’t last long and soon erupted, pulling back just far enough to fill her mouth. It had a familiar flavor and it took her a moment to realize the person had been eating pineapple. She had always loved the flavor of cum but this one was a treat. She’d have to remember to tell her Master about it later.

Almost immediately after, the one in her ass came too and was quickly withdrawn only to be brought around and be presented to her mouth to be cleaned.

Going ass-to-mouth was nothing new, but her Master usually gave her a thorough cleaning with an enema first.

She could smell her own shit and it gave her tummy a bit of a heave, but she obediently opened her mouth and took it in. It smelled worse that it tasted and she used her tongue to lick every centimeter of it clean.

The thought of this public humiliation of course made her even more aroused.

From the door Derek watched for a few moments as his slave wife was used. She had a vacant look that he was more than a little familiar with.

It wasn’t that she had made her mind blank it was that she had let what was happening to her take over and consume her mind.

When an organ was presented to her mouth she slavered at it with all of her skill. When a cock or dildo was crammed into one of her other openings she clamped down on it.

And when a finger or vibrator or clothespin assaulted her clit, she focused on holding back the orgasm.

Only pausing for a moment to savor what he knew was just the second stage of her punishment, he returned to his new sexual plaything in the basement.

The rest of the crowd that had enjoyed seeing her virginal whipping had left. Either going up to fuck the caged slave or to find a place to couple themselves.

Beth hung in her cuffs, mentally exploring the many swollen marks he’d left on her body and wishing she had a mirror to enjoy the sight of them and see if they matched the ones in her many fantasies.

She was barely aware of Derek unlinking her cuffs from the steel rings mounted at the tops pillars or being lifted and guided over to a leather-covered table and made to lay on it on her very tenderized back.

Her moans only further excited him as he pulled her wrists down and attached them to the table’s legs.

He pulled her body up until her head hung over the edge, then went the other end, raised her feet and shackled them to a pair of leather cuffs hang from chains.

She longed to raise her head and see but the position made that nearly impossible.

He did something that made the lower part of the table drop away so that her entire weight was supported by her ankles and her well-whipped upper back.

She tried to picture herself, knowing it would make wonderful masturbatory fodder later on.

“That is a very lovely ass you have there. Hard to believe no one has ever fucked it before.”

His words made her blush and filled her with fear at the same time.

“But it’s missing something...”

Before his words had a chance to register she felt a searing pain as he slashed across both her plump curved cheeks with a split bamboo cane.

She barely managed to choke back a scream before it was followed in quick succession by four more.

She was focused on breathing into the sudden pain when she felt his strong fingers digging into the back of her jaws, forcing her mouth open so that he could shove his throbbing erection through it and into her throat.

Grabbing her nipples he pinched and twisted them hard and said, “Okay, slut. Now you can scream all you want, “

She wanted to. Desperately. But the time between the caning that had literally taken her breath away and he had roughly assaulted her throat with his cock was so short she hadn’t even had time to take a breath.

Her throat was full but her lungs were empty and she quickly grew desperate. The Dominant was completely aware of her plight and stayed buried in her he watched her fear consume her..

First pulling on her wrists and then her ankles and then wracking her whole body with convulsions.

Somewhere deep in her mind she knew he wasn’t going to strangle her but most of her thoughts were in survival mode. ‘I’m going to die here... so this is it...’

And she suddenly stopped fighting and relaxed.

That was the signal the Sadist had been waiting for.

He withdrew and let her gasp in couple of breaths and when he saw her chest rise, filled her throat again.

She was so relieved to be alive that wanted only to please him and on every out-stroak concentrated on using her tongue to explore every bit of the bulbous head.

“Good girl, ” he grunted.

Every other time she’d tried to deep throat a cock she had gagged and more than once had thrown up. But being taken this way, so primevally, in a way that demanded she accept it and leaving her no choice, made it easy.

Watching and feeling her surrender was extremely arousing and indulged her for a few moments before slapping her across both breasts as hard as he could before seizing her erect nipples and squeezing and twisting them and again fucking her throat.

When her nose was pressed against his belly he repeated the slaps and nipple torture and ordered, “Okay, meat. Now scream, “

She did her best to obey but all that came out was a gurgling sound.

He slapped her tits again and demanded, “I told you to scream!”

Again she tried and produced an un-human sound.

Roughly sawing in and out he accentuated every stroke with words carefully chosen to humiliate and break her:

“You said you wanted to be owned...

“To be a slave like Sherie...

“To be used... to have that slut inside you revealed...”

His words were humiliating certainly but instead of embarrassing her they only served to stoke the flames in her middle.

With each word a brutal slap to one breast and then the other-

“Can’t...

“even...

“obey...

“a...

“simple...

“order!”

She wanted nothing more than to throw herself at his feet and beg to be trained. It was at once nothing like anything she’d ever fantasized about but at the same the culmination of every submissive fantasy she’d ever had.

He was holding back his orgasm but it wasn’t easy. He had always loved helping women like Beth discover and release their inner slut. Many, like her, had experimented with being Dommes. They enjoyed the power play and excitement. But even as they were whipping or spanking a sub, they secretly wished they could trade places.

It made them good Dominants because they could relate to the perverse needs of the ones they dominated but in the long run they tended to get frustrated and left the fetish for the dull, uneventful vanilla world.

“Not too bad a blowjob for a novice, ” he grunted.

The lie hit home. She had never heard any complaints from past lovers and more than a few times had made men erupt using only her mouth. But as a submissive she was always slightly insecure about giving pleasure.

“But you definitely have potential to be made into a very good slave girl.”

She wanted to say, “Thank you, Sir. “ But instead concentrated on pleasuring him.

“But you know there’s only one place I want this cum to go, don’t you?”

She knew. He’d mentioned his intent earlier. Mouth still full she answered, “Mm-hm.”

Pulling all the way out, he slapped her cheek and demanded, “Where should it go?”

The slap was hard enough to make her eyes water and she grunted out, “In my... butt.”

“In your what? What are you, like 10?

“Tell me where I should put my cum, " he demanded, raising his hand as if to slap her again.

She had never really liked the word. Her mum had taught her was ‘naughty’ word she should never use and even as an adult avoided it. But she knew what he wanted and her desire to please him overrode her modesty.

“In my ass... Sir.”

She hoped the additional address would satisfy him but he wanted more.

“So that’s where you want me to put it?”

She thought better of nodding and forced out, “Yes, Sir. In my ass, Sir.”

“That doesn’t sound very sincere. Do you really want me to cum in your tight virgin ass?”

It only took her a moment’s thought to realize that yes, yes she did want him to cum in her last virginal hole. And she answered, “Yes, Sir. I do.”

“If that’s true, why aren’t you asking me for it?”

This was hard for her but also quite exciting.

“Please cum in my ass, Sir.”

He slapped her again. Not as hard but enough to startle her.

“You can do better, slut. Convince me that that’s what you want.”

At last it dawned on her what he wanted.

“Please, Sir... take me... take my tight virginal ass and fuck my asshole... and fill me with your cum.”

The ‘naughty’ words thrilled her to say out loud and when she said, “Sir... Derek, Sir... please... I want your cock to be my first... I’ll always think of you when I get fucked in my ass. Please, Sir...”

He grinned and it took every effort to resist pushing back into her throat and cumming there.

Inetead, he leaned down, tapped her lightly on the cheek, and said “Good girl.” And then kissed her deeply.

Another first. No man had ever kissed her while her mouth still tasted of his cock.

He broke off the kiss, whispered, “I can’t wait anymore...” And walked around the table.

Her raised legs, as he had planned, presented that puckered muscle at exactly the right height and without hesitation, he pressed the still saliva-slicked tip against it and rammed it in all the way.

Beth screamed but it was only throwing kerosene on his lust.

He fucked her in long, steady strokes. Savoring every bit as her screams became groans became moans.

It hurt and she was sure that he had torn something and she was bleeding. But as she adjusted it began to feel better and better. It had been a long time since she had felt so full of a man’s cock and the sheer ‘naughtiness’ of it added its own spice.

When she said, “Thank you! Thank you, Derek, Sir, for being my first.“ She really meant it.

When he pulled out all the way, she was at first afraid he was going to stop.

But he had only done it to allow that newly opened ring of muscle to close so he could ravage it again. And as before he drove through it deeply into her bowels in one thrust.

It sent shivers through her and gave her goosebumps and she hissed, “y-y-yesss.”

She could barely think but the thought that she had resisted this, told so many lovers ‘No' and that it could feel so amazing flashed through her brain fog.

Each thrust made it harder for him to hold back and in a sudden torrent of hard thrusts, fucked her and slammed into the snug confines.

She could feel the muscles of that beautiful organ clench and squeezed her anus muscles to add what she could to his orgasm.

He remained deep inside her as his erection slowly subsided and thought how he had found the perfect addition to his slave’s punishment.

They didn’t say much but he could not help but notice the adoring look in her eyes.

He walked her over to a small shower area in the corner and vigorously scrubbed her clean, paying special attention to her still unsatisfied cunt as well as the ridged flesh of the beautiful parallel cane marks he’d given her.

She accepted both and though the combination left her very, very horny, knew better than to complain. Her orgasms were now his to do with as he pleased.

She did do a little extra work on his genitals, managing to get a bit of a rise in his cock.

He could tell, of course, that she was eager to go to her knees and practice her new-found deep throating techniques.

“Now, now, you cock-hungry little slut, there'll be plenty of time for that later.”

A few days or a week earlier she would probably have taken offense at being called that. But at this moment is was like a beautiful love sonnet and made her beam with pride.

He shut off the tap and with a fistful of her thick dark hair guided her over to a wall with an array of whips and other implements of corporal punishment that she stared at wide-eyed, wondering how they feel.

Her fascination amused him and as if reading her mind, said, “Don’t worry... eventually you’ll get to taste every one of them.”

‘My god, ’ she thought, ‘he knows just what to say to get my pussy dripping...’

“But for now...” he said, directing her to a rack with more than a dozen collars.

“Pick three.”

She wondered both what would look best on her long slender neck and what would please him the most.

She chose two quickly. Picking a very feminine one with rhinestones (though thoughtit too girly for her), a heavy black one with several D-rings around it and after looking and feeling her way through the rest, picked a leather one that looked supple but held within it steel bands that made it into a posture collar.

It had a ring at the front and three buckles at its nape and it was obvious that whoever wore it would have their neck held firmly upright.

He took then glittery one, held it up and smiling, said, “Really?”

“No Sir. Not really my style.”

The second one, he explained was better for when a wearer was going to be restrained for hours. He showed her its smooth, padded interior and how the D-rings could hold someone in a position that kept their head wherever he wanted.

The last he held up against her throat comparing it for length, and said, “Perfect.”

“If I decide to keep you I’ll have a new one custom made.”

His remark was casual and off-hand but the idea that she might be kept by him as a sister slave for Sherie made her heart pound.

Turning her around he lifted her hair and told her, “Hold it up while I buckle you up.”

He cinched the straps and closed the buckles through their tightest holes then ran his finger around the inside of the upper edge.

“Still a bit of room. It’ll do for now though.”

He grabbed a leash from the board, attached it, spun her around, and joined her cuffs behind her back.

And without a word led her back to the stairs.