Chapter 6 The Gift

Before returning to Master Sir Evans' Castle, a glimpse of the female slave E46MSE, a gift from the Marquis to his friend the Count.

 ... As the evening continued in the most unbridled debauchery, the three defeated slaves of Master Sir Evans were taken back on a leash by Walter and dragged away from the party... exhausted and sore in every part of their anatomy, they were about to return to the castle where new trials awaited them.

 But while the Marquis of Evans was taking an active part in the party commemorating the birthday of His Dear Friend the Count, the female slave E46MSE had been led away by two maids away from the noise and general excitement. Once out of the way, they removed the thick bouquet of roses that painfully adorned 46's anus. They helped her to stand up and, still holding her on a leash, led her down a corridor that led away from the ballroom.

 The two maids led the slave 46 along winding corridors, then down a narrow staircase. There, at the bottom of this staircase, opened a fairly large room from which emanated a moist and perfumed heat.

 The slave46 was drawn into a sort of mist from which emanated the heady scent of jasmine and suddenly, as the mist faded, she discovered a fully tiled room, in the center of which was a sort of circular pool.

 She was dragged there by the two females who removed her collar. Exhausted by the ordeal, E46MSE happily felt the warmth of the water she had been made to enter and which reached a little above her knee. She had lost all sense of time and space. The heat relieved her, but also intoxicated her...

 She stood still, her arms hanging, not knowing what to expect. Then she felt a soft sensation between her thighs... and on her shoulders. The two maids had equipped themselves with some kind of rubber brushes and had started to scrub her.

 They applied themselves to rubbing the skin, exactly as when one grooms a mare after exercise. The two females in the service of the Count took great care of E46MSE. They poured hot water on her hair, on her body...

 They sponged her bruised body, not holding back from letting their hands wander to the slave's most intimate parts.

 Thin, attentive fingers slipped between her thighs... lingered there until they made her abundantly wet, despite the fatigue and past pain.

 The two maids touched her while washing her from head to toe. They behaved with devotion, but also with a consummate perversity that made the slave's thighs and legs tremble with a desire that was never completely satisfied. 46 She was not only "washed", she was "scrubbed" and the pleasant sensation of cleanliness that overcame her was doubled by the feeling of being searched in the most shameless of ways.

 But she knew that she was the gift offered by her Master the Marquis of Evans to his very dear Friend the Count and that she had to submit to the wishes of the latter for a whole week as she knew so well how to do for all the demands of her usual Lord and Master.

 After her bath, E46MSE got out of the pool and the two maids began to dry her and cover her with a light veil of perfumed oil, the scent of which both woke her up and made a sort of inner warmth rise within her.

 She was thus entirely covered with a fine veil of perfumed oil, then a fresh gel of the same fragrance came to coat the inner flesh of her orifices. This long toilet had rested her and she was sure that the various products had both an invigorating and aphrodisiac effect; because she now felt like a heat that was slowly invading her lower abdomen, causing her an intense sensation of need to be taken deep in her intimacy... A fine necklace of gold chains was then attached to her neck, while clamps were attached to her nipples, connected by another chain that then went down to her stomach and ended with a jewel where a bell hung. Then, a fine belt of gold links was attached to her waist, from which hung seven other bells. With each movement, one could hear these bells tinkling lightly. It was impossible for her to make the slightest movement without the bells signaling it...

 So she was taken on a leash and had to follow the two maids again, who this time made her climb the stairs in the other direction. Annoying at first, the sound of the bells at each of her steps now accompanied her movements with a rather pleasant sound.

 Again she heard the music from the ballroom coming closer. Two large doors opened and she discovered a particularly steamy scene.

 The party had no more restraint, the naked bodies were now tangled and the slaves were only differentiated from the Guests by the fresh traces of flagellation that adorned their bodies offered to multiple games of the most perverse. Here, a servant was as if skewered by Two Dominants who penetrated her one by the mouth, the other by the ass... There, a servant was lying on the ground and the Ladies came One by One to have their sex cleaned by his mouth, while others had fun with his sex and his bondaged and purple balls. In several places of the room, slaves were whipped or penetrated by various objects...

 E46MSE saw that his revered Master, The Marquis of Evans, had left the party, while The Count had resumed his seat on his throne and was watching his entrance...

 She was led to the center of the room where a small pedestal had been set up and she was made to climb onto it. Despite the extreme tension in the room, the hubbub had died down a notch and many were watching her.

 E46MSE was installed on the pedestal, in full view of All. She was made to take a frozen pose, one leg straight, the other slightly forward and open in order to offer a perfect view of her pink and wet sex. She was made to join her hands behind her back and she felt the metal of thin handcuffs close on her wrists. Finally, she was made to raise her chin, in order to properly free her protruding chest... A servant then explained to her:

 - "You must remain still from now on. The Count wants everyone to be able to appreciate your figure and envy him for all that he will be able to make you undergo during the coming week...

 No one will touch you, you are exposed, offered to the gaze, but untouchable except by the Master. But you must remain perfectly still... I will stay with you and I will watch for the ringing of the bells. If I hear one I will count and you will be punished as many times as the bells have rung. This is the first of your servitudes. to please the Count. Every day that passes, He will remove a bell from your belt.

 When the week is over, if you have been able to satisfy Him, all the bells will have disappeared and you will then be able to return to your Master with pride. If you disappoint them... you will have to suffer the just consequences"... ... While the female slave E46MSE remained in the expert and perverse hands of the Count, the other slaves of the Marquis of Evans were brought back to the castle by Walter and two of his handymen.

 Shackled and pushed roughly into the back of a van, the three dogs E12MSE, E22MSE and E69MSE were not feeling very good. Thrown to the ground, under the guard of the two henchmen who all knew the pleasure they took in tormenting slaves, they were tossed here and there on the floor of the van. When they rolled a little too much, the rough sole of a muddy ranger came to block their bodies roughly and pushed them brutally towards the center of the vehicle.

 Their wrists were tied behind their backs, the rope passing between their buttocks, then making a turn around their balls, squeezing them and then going up and hooking itself onto the ring of their dog collars.

 The ropes had been stretched so that they had to keep their necks bent to avoid over-tightening the rope, which otherwise would gradually become painful as it dug into their crack and squeezed their restrained balls even more.

 It was thus, shaken, kicked back with often marked harshness, that they were brought back to the castle, their minds somewhat frightened by their future and their bodies bruised to varying degrees by the trials they had faced throughout the evening.

 With a final jolt, the van came to a stop after a time they had no idea of. The back doors opened with a creak of metal and it was again with kicks that they were pushed out by their two guards who took a malicious pleasure in seeing their clumsy attempts to find their balance, before falling out of the vehicle, into the muddy earth of the road.

 The van had stopped about ten yards from the back of Sir Evans's castle. Walter and the guards had taken up their whips and were pointing them in the direction of the outbuildings at the back of the noble building, where a light still shone despite the late hour of this interminable night.

 It was by crawling on the ground, in the damp earth and dust that the three slaves had to advance towards the door... A first attempt to straighten up a little having been severely stopped by several blows of the whip whose whistling in the air had definitively frightened the three fearful slaves.

 Spitting and heavy kicking had accompanied the three's servile progress towards the door...

 But as E12MSE and E22MSE crawled inside, a foot came crashing down on E69MSE's kidneys, crushing him to

 the ground...

 - "You're not going that way," said Walter's deep, cold voice.

 - "You were the most unworthy of this trio of woodlice, so you will suffer the consequences of your incompetence and pay the price for your Master's disappointment."

 Walter pulled E69MSE upright by pulling his hair violently and forced him to follow him, the pain of the pressure on his hair adding to the painful discomfort of the rope cutting into his most sensitive flesh and the stinging memory of the treatment he had suffered at Le Comte's, which had left his ass purple and streaked with bloody gashes.

 The two guards accompanied Walter and slave69, who at first thought he was being taken back to his slave stall in the barn. But they went past it, to advance further into the park. Walter held firmly by the hair and forced E69MSE to advance at a slow trot made difficult by the ties that encircled his balls and rubbed the thin and fragile skin of the crack of his ass.

 They arrived in front of a building that served as a shelter for the guards. An outbuilding that had once served as a hunting shelter and had been converted to accommodate and rest the guards when they were not on duty at the castle. Walter threw E69MSE on the ground, at the threshold of the small house, provoking a bad laugh from the two guards. E69MSE quickly got into the slave position, his face nailed to the ground, his back arched and his rump raised... He knew that his ordeal had not even begun.

 - "Here we are," Walter began. "The Noble Lord of Evans will not hear from you for at least a week. While the female E46MSE honors her slave training with the Count, you will undergo the treatment intended for the most contemptible bitches. During this week, you will be the plaything of the guards. They have full power over you, in all things. All that is asked of them is not to endanger your health. Apart from this single obligation, they can do with you whatever they want, treat you as they please, use you as full property. Give them satisfaction and your Master may consider a review of your status. But until further notice you will remain here..."

 And, after having spat on the naked and dirty body of the slave, Walter went away, leaving E69MSE prostrate and shackled, under the mocking and satisfied gaze of the two guards.

 The two very sturdy men grabbed E69MSE by the arms and then literally carried him inside their shelter. The interior was pleasantly decorated, soft armchairs, thick carpets, fireplace, the walls decorated with hunting trophies and various instruments and weapons. Outside, dogs could be heard barking wildly, no doubt excited by the return of two of their masters.

 In a nearby room stood a thick, long, wooden table. It was there that the two men carried E69MSE. They placed him against the table, his head and chest on the thick wooden board, his rump and legs exposed, his feet barely touching the ground. One of the two men took a knife from the holster hanging from his belt and cut the rope that bound the slave's wrists and balls.

 This "release" did not even have time to relieve E69MSE whose thighs were brutally spread apart, thus freeing the path to his anus already sore and widened by the treatment undergone by Le Comte. Without giving him the slightest respite, one of the two men asked his glans against his washer and with a sharp blow pushed violently, sinking into his foundation with a sharp and deep blow. The slave69 could not hold back a moan which was

 immediately punctuated by a slap on the nape of the neck...

 - "Shut up, bitch! You're here to be our whore and our female dog and we don't want to hear you!" The harsh and gravelly voice didn't allow any reply, E69MSE bit her lips until she tasted blood in her mouth, while the guard fucked her violently, moving his thick cock back and forth in her anus, alternating violent thrusts and slower moments during which he applied himself to sinking deep into the slave's ass, who was as if anesthetized by all he had endured in so few hours. The first man had barely unloaded abundantly on E69MSE's buttocks when his companion already took over and methodically filed the slave while the first came to pat the slave's neck...

 - "Mhhh, not bad, you'll be a good little whore. We'll show you!" and he let out a long, fat laugh... When the two men had finished, they had E69MSE kneel down so he could clean their sexes with his mouth. If the first seemed tired, this new position greatly excited the second who, seized by a new erection, imposed a deep blowjob on the slave, sinking between his lips and into his mouth until he almost choked him, before unloading in thick streams into the back of his throat. Finally relieved, he passed a rope through the ring of E69MSE's collar and it was thus held on a leash that the slave was brought outside.

 The late night was mild, so the end of the rope was tied to the trunk of a small tree that grew two meters from the door so that slave69 could spend the night there. His guards placed a bowl filled with water next to him and he drank greedily, lapping up the cool water, taking advantage of this short respite. The week had not even begun, E69MSE would not be seen at the castle again for several days. It was there that life continued for the other slaves of Master Sir Evans. ... A frail sun was rising over Sir Evans' castle. the song of a few birds still half awake brightening up the misty early morning. The large and noble building seemed still asleep. However, in its bowels, a whole little servile and devoted world was already stirring.

 While the Marquis of Evans was still enjoying the gentle warmth of his vast four-poster bed, in the deep darkness provided by thick purple velvet curtains, several slaves were already at work. In the kitchen, Marie, who reigned as a true despot over this strategic location in the castle, had at her disposal two completely naked male slaves who were busy kneading the dough that would give bread and pastries.

 E43MSE and E06MSE worked in silence, their eyes lowered to their work, under the supervision of a Cook who they knew would not let the slightest defect in their preparations pass.

 She paced the room, Her sharp gaze fixed without indulgence on the two dogs whose buttocks She had already whipped when the slave43 had dropped a plate which had shattered with a crash on the stone floor. The offender, moreover, knew that the stinging marks which marked his rump were only an "hors d'oeuvre" and that he would later have to answer for his fault in the most severe way. Mary had no indulgence for clumsy slaves. She demanded from those who served under Her authority the most absolute application and devotion.

 The two slaves had been treated to a morning snack of milk and soaked bread, eaten from the bowls placed on the floor in front of the large fireplace, large enough to accommodate a whole lamb. Then they had set to work as quickly as possible, because their Master, the Marquis of Evans and his Guests would have to have a substantial and quality breakfast when they went down to the dining room.

 In the dining room, precisely, it was under Walter's supervision that three other slaves were busy ensuring that the room was arranged to the taste of the Master of the house. The room was one of the most "intimate" in the castle.

 Located on the ground floor, it had only two windows and a fireplace... The floor of large flagstones, like everywhere else, was covered with a thick carpet that left only a space of about a meter around it. It supported a large table of waxed dark wood, decorated with a beige lace table runner bearing the Monogram of the Noble Family of Evans. In the center, an imposing silver candlestick supported candles that were also beige, lightly scented with cinnamon, which were changed every day.

 Between the two windows, a long buffet served as a tray on which the various dishes intended for breakfast for the Master and His guests would be arranged. While the male E08MSE scrubbed the floor, two females, E04MSE and E75MSE used soft cloths to remove the slightest trace of dust, which is so difficult to fight against in large old buildings. While one applied a thin layer of wax to the buffet, the other female had been distracted for a moment from her task to come and relieve a nice morning erection of the Butler. Walter had unzipped the fly of his pants and snapped his fingers. Immediately, the female dog E04MSE had put down her cloth to immediately come on all fours, position herself on her knees and, hands clasped behind her back, offer her fleshy lips and her wet mouth...

 The slaves were so trained that they knew by pure reflex what type of attitude and actions they had to perform at the slightest gesture of the Master or His entourage. Walter had grabbed a tuft of hair on the slave's neck and held it there while she sucked Him. The female dog offered no resistance and although she had difficulty finding air, she received deep in her throat the hard and tense tail which violently struck the back of her palate. With a groan, Walter let out the thick flow of his pleasure while firmly holding E04MSE's head. When he had had enough, he pushed her away without ceremony and while she was going to resume her work, he rewarded her with a kick to make her move faster:

 - "Come on, female dog! And redouble your efforts after this break I gave you!" and he laughed...

 ... Meanwhile, quite far away, the slave E46MSE was also living the first hours of a new day. Already, three bells had disappeared from the fine chain that surrounded her waist, each symbolizing the passage of a new test imposed by her temporary Master, The Count, whose birthday present it was. This morning, while she was dozing on the floor of her tiny cell, the sound of the rusty hinges of her cell had woken her. As every day since Sir Evans had delivered her to His Friend The Count, she had immediately taken the position learned during her training.

 Prostrate, face to the ground, arms extended in front of her body, back arched and rump raised... This is how she waited for the servant who came to get her to unlock the heavy chain that held her to the bare wall of the place where she was being held. when she was not serving. The servant who came to fetch her never uttered a word. She attached a short leash to her dog collar and dragged her out of the cell to take her where the Count wanted to have her at His disposal, for a new stage.

 Before that, however, she was led into a small bathroom where a young slave was waiting to wash her. For since she had been with the Count, E46MSE had lost her autonomy. Even when she was not restrained, she was ordered never (unless ordered otherwise) to use her hands. She was to be nothing more than an object, with no latitude.

 She was led everywhere on a leash, washed, even fed like a baby: she knelt at the feet of the Master who sometimes gave her a few scraps from His plate with his fingertips.

 When he ate out, she was spoon-fed a brownish mush, bland but nourishing, discovering how this form of infantilisation could be as humiliating as being forced to lap up her meal from a bowl, like the slave-dog she was to her revered Master Sir Evans.

 After being washed, she was led this time into a large bare room, where only a steel pole ran from the floor to the ceiling. She was forced to stand up and her wrist was fixed to the pole by a handcuff, the second ring of which was fixed to the pole.

 She had to wait there for long minutes, knowing that she had to remain extremely still in order to avoid the slightest jingle of the four bells that still hung from the chain at her waist.

 Finally, the double-leaf door opened, two female slaves led the way and came to sit on their knees, about two meters from E46MSE and the post to which she was handcuffed. Behind came The Count installed on a sedan chair supported by four servants as naked as they were muscular, with oiled bodies, who wore for all clothing a heavy padlock fixed to the base of their testicles.

 When the Count's chair was set up facing the slave's post,46 he clapped his hands and a lascivious music with a throbbing rhythm rose from who knew where. The Count only needed a gesture for E46MSE to understand that she had to dance. So she began to perform a few movements, ringing her bells, even playing this additional sound and rolling her hips and jutting her rump under the impassive gaze of the Count and the male and female slaves who never took their eyes off her.

 E46MSE danced to the music that came from nowhere, undulating her body and managing to take the most suggestive poses despite the discomfort of the handcuff that greatly limited her possibilities of movement. But she knew that it was especially in her way of moving her body and exposing herself as widely as possible that she would perhaps deserve that The Count, if He was satisfied, remove another bell from his belt, thus reducing the time that separated her from what she hoped for so much: the moment of returning to the castle of her Master, her only true Master, The Marquis of Evans.

 While the female dog 46 was dancing, at a gesture from the Count a male slave left his immobility and moved towards her. He began to dance around her, taking in turn lascivious poses, but with more freedom since he was not handcuffed. Little by little he approached her, brushed against her... The servant seemed used to it because his gestures were extremely precise and it was with elegance that he ended up being stuck to the body of E46MSE.

 Their dance was becoming more and more shameless, the servant now exhibiting an impressive erection. He had seized the slave's body in his hands and was making her move at will, until she was in an arched position, her face facing the post, her body at right angles with her rump perfectly offered and accessible. While undulating, the male slave came to position himself behind E46MSE and his sex, just as oiled as the rest of his body, slid without any difficulty into the already partially lubricated sex of the slave46... He began to fuck her while continuing to sway his hips... he fucked her like this for a long time, before withdrawing but just for a moment and fucking her just as abruptly, having prepared the young female's rosette by fingering her while he fucked her.

 The dance continued for so long that E46MSE lost all sense of time.

 When, after long and deep penetrations, the servant had shown some signs of fatigue, he had been replaced by another and so on, until the four male servants of the Count had exhausted all their enormous resources. And when they had withdrawn, emptied in every sense of the word, while E46MSE was dripping cum from her two most intimate holes, it was the two females who had taken over... until they heard the exhausted and desperate moans of the slave46, who had lost all sense of space and time.

 While, trembling in all her limbs, she could barely stand, E46MSE had finally been freed from her handcuffs and pushed to the Count who with a sharp gesture had torn off a new bell before sending her back to her cell. Exhausted, as if drunk, E46MSE let herself sink into sleep. She abandoned herself to sleep where in her slave dreams, she had already returned to the Feet of her only Master, the Marquis of Evans... ...

 In the dining room, the slaves had finally finished setting up. The female E04MSE had been put in the corner until she could be used for service and the male had been sent back to the kitchen where Marie the Cook would not fail to find him some additional tasks to perform. As for the other female, the young E75MSE, Walter had attached a leash to her collar and had led her out of the room. Time was running out and it was time to go and wake The Master with all the deference due to His rank. Walter advanced at a good pace in the corridors of the castle, leading E75MSE who followed him on all fours, held short on a leash... She advanced with a slight swaying of the hips that highlighted her young firm rump.

 Walter led him through the long corridors of La Noble Bâtisse, whose walls were decorated with old tapestries depicting scenes inspired in particular by the works of Another well-known Marquis... The Marquis de Sade. There were various scenes inspired by the works of The Divine Marquis, of which The Lord of Evans had some very valuable editions in His rich library. E75MSE obediently followed Walter up the grand staircase that led to the upper floors, where the Marquis of Evans' bedroom and the guest rooms were located... Arriving on the landing, Walter led E75MSE to the heavy oak door and knocked twice before pushing the door and entering the room, while E75MSE waited, on all fours, his face pressed to the ground, his back arched and his rump well raised, in the position of eternal offering. The room was still in a dim light, cast by the thick curtains. Walter stepped forward and began to part the heavy velvet curtains, allowing the soft morning light to flood the vast room. In His bed, Master Sir Evans enjoyed the soft glow that announced the time of His rising.

 - "My Lord, I wish you a good sunrise and a delicious day" Walter said deferentially. Sir Evans smiled, this day promised to be very pleasant...

 - "The weather is very nice, Monseigneur... the female75 is at your disposal if it pleases you," Walter continued.

 - "Let her come in," replied the Marquis of Evans, who was feeling playful.

 Walter only had to snap his fingers once for E75MSE to crawl into the room and stand on the side of the bed, within reach of his Master, immediately resuming his position as an offered slave. Sir Evans had followed the young female dog's progress with satisfaction. She progressed elegantly, her back slightly arched, her buttocks high, discreetly rolling her hips. Sir Evans sat on the edge of the bed and placed his feet on the hollow of the slave's back. One foot came to rest on the back of the neck and forced him to lower his face to the ground, pressing just enough to force him to remain there with his face pressed to the ground. With his other foot, the Marquis went back and forth on the round buttocks, before coming between the thighs, forcing them to spread a little more, in order to slide his big toe into the female's moist flesh. Sir Evans felt with satisfaction that the slave was wetting abundantly...

 He appreciated that in the depths of humiliation, His slaves always felt the deep desire to belong to Him without any limits. belonging should not be limited to submission to the Will of the Master, but be magnified by the desire, the ever-present hope of being used without reservations.

 - "This female dog is very wet" he noted with satisfaction... "No doubt she wants her Master to possess her. I imagine that would be a nice way to start this day" said Sir Evans while stretching.

 - "No doubt she aspires to such an honor, Monseigneur" Walter approved, "She is a good little dog and even a real whore"

 Sir Evans leaned a little towards E75MSE and grabbed her hair with both hands: "Is it true? You're a whore?" He forced E75MSE to look at him... In the female's eyes shone a deep desire. Her lips were wet, her mouth half-open.

 As she was delaying, a strong slap came down on her cheek "I asked a question, female dog!" Master Sir Evans said. His lip trembling slightly, E75MSE quickly recovered:

 - "Yes Master, I am a whore... I am Your slave, I belong to You body and soul and You dispose of me as You see fit... Thank you for making me what I am, Master, a docile whore ready to do anything to satisfy You."

 Sir Evans released the pressure on the hair and stroked the back of her neck, which had immediately bowed.

 - "That's good..." He grabbed the strap and pulled on the leash, forcing the slave to follow Him. He led her to the window that opened onto the castle grounds, offering a magnificent view of the vast lawn and the swimming pool with, in the distance, the woods that cover the immense estate of the Marquis. The Master pulled on the leash in such a way that E75MSE was forced to straighten up and He forced her to settle with her elbows on the windowsill, her gaze fixed on this magnificent view that the slaves so rarely had the opportunity to contemplate, confined as they were to the bowels of the castle.

 With one hand, Sir Evans spread his slave's thighs. His fingers searched the female dog's wet intimacy, sinking between the fragile flesh, insinuating themselves into the offered orifices... The Master's thumb had slipped into the female's anus, while his fingers tickled the wet pussy...

 Walter had discreetly slipped away in order to go and wake up the guests of the Lord of Evans.

 E75MSE obediently offered herself to her Master, her gaze wandering towards the rural setting while Sir Evans now pushed his sex to the edges of her sex and sank into it easily, so wet was she with desire and excitement mixed together. Sir Evans pushed his cock in to the hilt and began to fuck the slave with violent jerks... The sun was wrapping both bodies in a soft light and Sir Evans had grabbed her hair to force his female dog to arch her back even more while he penetrated her and fucked her long and deep... The Marquis felt in perfect harmony with this environment created and composed by His Family over the centuries. Here he felt perfectly serene, filled by the atmosphere of the place and by the absolute docility of his slave.

 He fucked E75MSE like the first morning of the world. She was nothing more than a link with the ideal world that The Marquis had managed to create around Him, His Person, His Power. While going back and forth deep into the intimacy of his slave, Sir Evans had started to slap her buttocks. Each thrust was accompanied by a firm slap and the rump reddened regularly. E75MSE endured this spanking with the silence and docility of a perfectly trained slave. The young female's breasts trembled gently, to the rhythm of the thrusts that shook her body reduced to the state of an object promised to fulfill the slightest desires of her Master. Finally, The Master came abundantly while applying a final slap to the docile rump. Immediately, he forced E75MSE to turn and kneel so that she would offer her mouth to the Pleasure of her Master. She received it to the back of her throat and swallowed every last drop, before carefully cleaning the Sex that had just searched and possessed her. For Master Sir Evans, this day was definitely starting off very well... ... In the guards' cottage, E69MSE was busy with his duties... Chained to the foot of a tree near the building, he had been woken up as every day by a bucket of water thrown on him.

 Untied, he had been pushed to the house by the kicks of a guard. Inside, the Men were beginning to wake up and were exchanging bawdy jokes. The arrival of the punished slave was welcomed with satisfaction. Since he had been entrusted to them in order to punish his lamentable performance at the Count's, they had made him the plaything of all their perversions.

 On all fours, E69MSE advanced towards the kitchen area in order to prepare the snack of those who tormented him throughout the day. But two bare legs suddenly intervened. Immediately, the slave prostrated himself as he had learned to do. A foot came forward and he obediently began to lick it... The foot smelled strong, the nails were dirty.

 And E69MSE applied himself to licking diligently, lingering between the toes, licking the sole of the foot, the sides, ... The one who had blocked his progress moved aside and the slave continued his journey to the sink. There he straightened up in order to prepare the bowls and utensils of his tormentors. He had barely straightened up when he was pinned against the sink before his thighs were spread and he felt a hard and tense penis pushing against the edges of his anus, pushing and finally sinking into him.

 He couldn't hold back a very brief cry, but which nevertheless earned him a slap on the back of the head.

 - "Shut up, bitch!" The man who was sodomizing him brutally pushed himself even deeper into him, in order to make him feel his possession... He fucked him like that until he came, then left, leaving E69MSE with a painful bottom and from which the thick juice was slowly flowing of the man. The guards began to settle around the table, E69MSE had little time to serve them, If he dawdled, the beatings would soon come and the scattered marks on his body showed how severe they could be.