Chapter 11 Guests at the castle

Freeing her slender wrists from the ample sleeves of the immaculate kimono, "attente" kneels, leaning forward. She moves with slow, precise gestures, striving to maintain an elegant attitude at all times so as not to break the serenity of the moment. First, she grabs a kettle in which steaming water is simmering. Then she picks up a small, very simple stoneware bowl and pours almost boiling water into it. Just long enough for the stoneware to soak up the hot water, which she then pours into a small, hollow dish. "attente" repeats this operation three times in complete silence, under the attentive gaze of the Marquis of Evans...

 Then the submissive puts the cup down and grabs a small silver spoon and a pot.

 She dips the spoon in and scoops out a bright green powder, which she pours into the teapot before adding a little hot water. Then, using a thin bamboo spatula, she manipulates the mixture in a slow, continuous rotating motion until it forms a malleable paste. When she has achieved the desired consistency, "attendance" pours in a little more water and resumes her rotating motion with the bamboo spatula. She repeats the operation, adding more green powder twice.

 Finally, she stops rotating her spatula.

 The submissive then approaches the cup and begins to pour the contents of the teapot, raising it ever higher, taking care that the liquid pouring into the cup does not splash. When the cup is full, she puts the teapot down and pours the contents back into the teapot before repeating the operation. Finally, her ritual completed, the female grabs the full cup with both hands and, bowing as far as possible, offers it to the Master who deigns to take it and inhales the subtle fragrance of matcha, this powdered green tea found only in Japan.

 From the back rises the humble voice of e46, surprising Sir Evans who, too busy following the repetitive gestures of "waiting", had forgotten the two slaves who were standing back, observing, he said to himself, an absolutely irreproachable silence...

 - "Please accept, Master, the humble offering of the submissive who has just performed "Sado" for You and who, through my slave voice, requests to be allowed to present herself to You"...

 The Marquis let a long silence fall. He knew that by doing so, he was instilling doubt and fear in the minds of the three females. Fear of having sinned against their Master for e46 and e75, who were well aware of what they might incur... irrational fear in the face of mystery for this new submissive, this "waiting" who always stood prostrate before Him, ignorant of the Rules governing life in the Castle. "Waiting," well, let her wait, the Marquis told himself. Let her learn that submission is often this waiting, the outcome of which is unknown. Let her learn that the time of submission is not that of the outside. That this time is governed by the Will of the Master and by Her alone...

 The silence lasted, there was not a movement in the room... When he judged that it had gone on long enough, Sir Evans brought the hot cup he was holding close to His face. He inhaled the subtle scent of the matcha, breathed it in, then brought the cup to His lips and tasted the hot liquid with its slightly harsh taste... He concentrated for a brief moment, then raised his head:

 - "Let the presentation begin then," he simply said.

 This time, "waiting" resumed its servile crawling, but in reverse. She stepped back far enough to stand a good meter away from the mat where all the utensils for the "Sado" ceremony she had just performed were laid out, hoping she hadn't omitted any of the advice given by Marie La Cuisinière.

 The latter had not failed to inform her that the slightest fault would be punished without any leniency.

 So she undid the belt that fastened her white kimono and let it fall to the floor. Then she began to undo the kimono itself, laboriously sliding it downward. The kimono now lay inert on the floor. On her, the submissive wore only one last kimono, cut from a veil of such fineness that its transparency no longer hid anything of the anatomy of the female who stood facing the Master. Sir Evans details the submissive, from the small breasts whose nipples point beneath the fine canvas, the pale skin of the stomach and the perfectly smooth pubis to the pinkish tear of the vagina that lengthens to the dark crack formed by the space between the thighs pressed against each other. "waiting" no longer moves, she remains motionless, upright, her eyes lowered, her arms hanging by her sides. It was then that e46 and e75 broke their stillness and approached the submissive, thus unveiled. Standing on each side, they began to undo the strange hairstyle. They removed the chopsticks that held the bun, and the dark, "waiting" hair fell in a heavy cascade onto her shoulders.

 Then, e75 takes one of the small white towels formed into rolls and placed on a tray and uses it to wipe "attente's" face, gradually making the makeup and lipstick disappear. e46, having finished arranging the submissive's hair, also grabs a towel and comes to e75's aid. In a few minutes, they have completely rid "attente" of her "mask" and her face is fully revealed.

 The operation completed, they step back two steps and leave the submissive upright, dressed only in this thin veil which hides nothing of her anatomy. To the Master who has followed all this with the greatest interest. "waiting" then steps forward and the voice slightly trembling...

 - "Master Sir Evans, I come to You in the utmost humility, to beg of Your magnanimity that You deign to initiate me into the Rules that will allow me to become a slave worthy of this appellation. Each of the doors of my jewels will open at the whim of Your Will, so that the vigorous peak of Your Stalk of Wonders may delight in All the pleasures that You will delight in, from my narrow cavern to my cinnabar ravine, may You be fulfilled Master in all things", then she fell silent.

 e46 and e75 approached again and with slow gestures, they undid the last kimono, now revealing without the slightest artifice the offered and defenseless body of the submissive who remained motionless.

 The two slaves gathered the "waiting" effects, picked up the two trays and slipped away, taking everything with them, leaving the submissive in the boudoir, naked and as inert as a statue, facing Master Sir Evans who, between two sips of tea, observed her and took pleasure in feeling the embarrassment, the worry, the questions... "waiting" had never been so aptly named, she would not be disappointed, thought The Marquis, savoring another sip of the hot liquid which restored her strength and vitality...

 A heavy atmosphere reigned in the room, due in part to the waft of incense that filled the confined space of the boudoir. Master Sir Evans watched the submissive standing in the center of the room. Naked, her eyes lowered, "attente" remained perfectly still. Marie La Cuisinière had given her a long "briefing" the day before. Between two exercises concerning the tea service, Marie had instilled in her the basic rules governing the behavior of slaves in The Castle.

 Simple rules, adapted to the realities of the busy daily service of the vast home of the Noble Family of Evans. Sir Evans approached the submissive, still holding his cup in his left hand. He came to stand in front of "Waiting," who felt her stomach clench. Certainly, she had already been offered many times to the domination of her Lover, who had revealed to her her deep submissive nature.

 Certainly she had learned to offer each of her orifices without ever complaining, to be possessed without consideration or consideration... she had been mistreated, spanked, humiliated, but always by her Lover, by the one who had first been "an adventure" and who had caused this slide whose effects she no longer controlled. From a banal adultery, she had passed to dependence on a Man and, now, she felt herself becoming just an object, that her Lover had entrusted to a Friend: This Man who stood before her and had all power over her.

 "What am I doing here?" she said to herself... But she didn't think any further, because the Marquis's fingers were slipping between her thighs, caressing her clitoris, caressing her sex... searching inside her without restraint...

 - "Spread your legs... open up wider, female dog!" The voice was calm, direct, peremptory...

 "waiting" obeyed instantly, feeling as if she were outside herself in this very particular moment. She concentrated on remaining motionless in the face of this intrusion into the depths of her intimacy. Even accustomed to being treated like a whore by her Lover, the submissive had the feeling of losing the last traces of dignity or modesty that she thought she had retained. She was deeply troubled by the sensations that invaded her. Humiliation of course, embarrassment; but also an undeniable pleasure caused by these fingerings that made her pulse race and her breathing jerk.

 The Master's fingers lingered a moment longer in the hollow of the tender and fragile flesh; when he withdrew them, they were soiled with the wetness of "waiting" which he had to hold back to avoid panting excessively. Sir Evans looked at his hand and brought it close to the lips of the submissive.

 He ran his fingers over the still-closed lips, then forced them with his middle finger and made the female lick this first finger. Obediently, "attente" licked the fingers and hand to rid them of her own secretions that made them sticky. The Marquis's Hand then rested on her shoulder and forced her to kneel, without needing to press too hard, because "attente" had understood what was expected of her.

 On her knees, the submissive kept her thighs as open as possible, just as she had been taught during her "crash training" the day before. Without further ado, The Marquis's Cock forced its way directly between her lips, plunging unceremoniously deep into her throat. Sir Evans took a deep pleasure in forcing that docile mouth, in using it, in going and coming inside her again and again.

 He pushed in until His Glans hit the deepest part of the submissive's roof of her mouth, rubbed against it for a moment, before withdrawing to push in again... The Marquis felt, knew, the submissive's struggles, her face flushing. The way he penetrated her, he took her breath away, and she barely had time to swallow a gulp of air before The Master's Cock came again to take her breath away. She struggled to hold back the nausea that the Marquis deliberately provoked, in order to test the motivation of "waiting", her involvement in being only an object of pleasure, which exceeds its limits in order to fulfill the Desires of her Master.

 Satisfied, the Marquis withdrew and stepped back a few steps to contemplate the submissive who, while trying to remain still, could not prevent her mouth from seeking air, which then raised her chest. She had endured the first assaults of the Master as she should have, that was a good point.

 "Promising!" said the Marquis to himself while placing his cup on the ground, very close to a censer.

 - "Lie down on the floor!" he ordered, obtaining the immediate obedience of the submissive

 who lay down with her back on the rich marble tiles.

 - "Arched, legs bent and spread," said the Master.

 The submissive had adopted this rather uncomfortable position and was trying to maintain it, unable to suppress the trembling caused by the tension that was stiffening her muscles. Sir Evans went to a corner of the room and, very close to one of the censers, took a candle, lit it, and returned to the submissive. Standing above her, he began to tilt the candle, the top of which was already collecting a little melted wax, and he let a few fine drops escape, splashing the female's torso. The impact of the first drop made the submissive jump, who had the sensation of being suddenly burned... but she managed to suppress any further movement, except that she arched her back a little more. In fact, the height from which Sir Evans dropped the wax did not represent any danger of burning, but the simple heat it gave off was enough to panic the senses of the inexperienced submissive in this matter. The Marquis walked around the submissive's exposed body, showering her with drops that burst upon contact with her skin. Once the surprise and fear had passed, "expectation" was now invaded by an unknown form of excitement. The impacts followed one another on her body, never in the same place, which she couldn't even predict.

 It was like rain falling on her and awakening incredible sensations in her, especially when she felt the downpour gradually descending down her body, towards her stomach, then her pubis... Then the wax stopped flowing... Again, the Marquis took a step back.

 In the position he had imposed on her, covered in traces and wax impacts, the submissive now appeared like a strange sculpture. Sir Evans appreciated the vision of this new female who would undoubtedly come to swell the ranks of His Harem. He appreciated in her what he analyzed as a deep motivation. She had come led by her Lover, who had presented this to her as a way of proving his attachment and submission to Him.

 But the reality went much further than that. The Lover had perceived the nature of the "waiting" slave; and certainly he liked to dominate, but had no vocation to train a slave and he knew that his demands would one day become insufficient to respond to what animated the deepest part of the submissive's being. He had therefore thought of His Friend Sir Evans, who would know how to express the most hidden aspirations of "waiting". The Two Men had discussed it and Sir Evans was now seriously considering integrating the submissive into the Harem: she would then become e94MSE and The Marquis had assured The Lover that he could still dispose of the female whenever he felt the desire...

 The Marquis came to stand above "waiting", facing her, with the tip of his foot, he forced her to spread her knees further to open herself up a little more.

 - "Stroke yourself!"

 The Master didn't have to repeat his order. Since the beginning of this session, "waiting" had been exhausted; desire was slowly overwhelming her, and her stomach was burning! She had rarely felt so overwhelmed by desire.

 Since she had entered this room, she had felt her insides tighten and the insides of her thighs soiled by the desire flowing from her.

 For the first time, she understood more precisely what drove her, why she had given in to her Lover's demands.

 She knew she was taking a step forward and that she would not turn back...

 - "Don't stop... caress yourself, and tell me what you are, what you want to be..."

 Swallowing the moan that rose to her lips, "waiting" began to speak, her hand rubbing against her sex, stroking herself frantically. Panting, she spoke in broken voices...

 - "A slut! I ... am a ... slut ... I want to be trained ... to learn to obey ... to exceed all limits! Mmmhh oohh !! I want to be able to fully assume ... what I am, to say out loud ... what I had never ... dared to express! to abdicate all modesty ... all dignity ... that my pleasure be controlled by my Master ... to be degraded, constrained, tied up! whipped ... fucked! Oohh yes, fucked in all the ways He pleases ... as often as He wants! "

 - "Enough!" Sir Evans called out, "take your hand off, you whore! And raise your arms upwards..."

 With an irrepressible shudder, "wait" put an end to the touching that had stirred her, not without hesitation in the gesture, so much did she have the feeling that her deepest intimacy was subjected to an electric shock. But she obeyed and placed her arms beyond her head, in line with her body. Master Sir Evans approached her and placed one knee at the ground. He ran a hand between the submissive's thighs and felt on his fingers the drips of an extreme, still unfulfilled desire. He brought his fingers to the submissive's mouth, repeating the same gesture several times...

 - "You already are a slut, you whore!" he whispered to her... "But we will go much further than that. You are not aware of what is inside you, but I know it and I will reveal it to you. You will be enslaved, possessed... you will become my female dog because that is your destiny"...

 While speaking thus in a low voice, very close to the submissive's ear, the Marquis ran his hand over the body, sometimes knocking off a small piece of the wax coating which covered the submissive's torso, chest and stomach.

 - "And since you're just a female dog, take the position!"

 And with a firm slap on the thighs, Sir Evans ordered the submissive to turn around and position herself on her knees, prostrate, her back arched and her rump raised. Sir Evans helped the submissive find the perfect position, directing her positioning so that she was perfectly open and offered. Without prelude, without another word, The Marquis positioned himself behind "waiting" and penetrated her with a sharp thrust... The Master had no difficulty penetrating and possessing her. He fucked the submissive methodically, slowly, violently... It was not an exchange but a taking of possession, an act of ownership. The Marquis thus defined His Power and His Strength without ambiguity and he withdrew at the last second, then flooding the female's rump with an abundant flow,

 His Semen marking the slave with His Seal. From now on she would belong to Him.

 The Marquis stood up and without a word left the room, leaving the one who would henceforth bear the number e94MSE motionless in the middle of the room that had just sheltered her first steps in the service of the Marquis of Evans. ... The Guests at the castle:

 One month later, a new day, new adventures in Master Sir Evans's Castle. The Marquis is hosting tonight, and the guests will be arriving soon. All the harem slaves have been mobilized. In the morning, the guards came to drag them from their stalls in the barn. They dislodged them with canes and roughly pushed them, shouting orders to assemble. Startled awake, and the sleepiest ones roughly shaken, the slaves gathered in the vast earthy space in front of the building, lined up naked, on their knees, hands clasped behind their necks, eyes lowered, waiting...

 The guards have taken up position a few steps away from the line of silent slaves. They hold their canes firmly in place, ready to intervene at the slightest infraction. After a few minutes, Walter joins the group and speaks:

 - "This evening, the Marquis, your Master, is receiving important guests. The reception He has planned must be a success, and you will all be called upon to contribute. Given the importance of these guests to the Master, no failure will be permitted. Whatever is required of you, you must fulfill it for the greater good of Your Master. You belong to Him; do not forget this and do not disappoint Him!"

 His speech finished, Walter walked away, while the guards gathered the slaves into groups, as they had been defined for the best efficiency in preparing for the evening's rendezvous.

 The day had gone off without a hitch and at the end of their day's efforts, they were able to wash up before moving on to Marie's "check-up", which was not only The Cook but also very attentive to the impeccable hygiene of the slaves of the Master of the place. Thus all were washed, curly-haired, their hair trimmed and their bodies shaved or closely waxed in order to offer a softer contact to the hands that would undoubtedly come to feel and grope their anatomy. Then, the slaves were assigned to their respective roles.

 Outside, three males had been positioned at the foot of the monumental staircase; they were kneeling, hands clasped behind their backs, and wearing leather collars around their necks, from which hung a medal bearing their numbers: e12, e22, and e69. They had been there for a long time under the supervision of a guard, and the gravel of the driveway was beginning to cause a painful sensation in their knees, but their immobility was impeccable. However, they felt a real sense of relief when they heard the slow screech of tires rolling down the driveway.

 Two enormous black limousines had just stopped in front of the steps of the Castle. The slaves who were keeping their eyes lowered heard doors opening and footsteps nearby. The Marquis had appeared at the door of the Castle and was coming to meet his guests. The four Newcomers came to greet him; they formed a strange and very ill-matched quartet: A tall woman, her height enhanced by high, tapered heels and blond hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing a sober gray suit, and three men; The first was more than massive, almost obese, he wore an old-fashioned, charcoal gray suit, and the open jacket revealed a wide tie and garishly colored suspenders that held up trousers whose belt was hidden by a prominent belly. The other two were elegant, one a medium-sized

 Asian with elegant gestures and the other a colossus with almost shaved hair, wearing a Mao collar shirt under a fitted suit that hinted at his impressive build.

 Everyone greeted Sir Evans warmly and followed their host inside, showing no particular interest in the three slaves standing there. When they reached the Castle, the guard made them stand. They joined the limousines whose chauffeurs had opened the trunks and were loaded with the new arrivals' luggage. They carried this luggage inside, heavily laden, still under close guard.

 Inside, they passed like shadows down the long corridor where the Marquis was paying the honors to his guests, who were very interested in an 18th-century painting showing one of the Marquis's ancestors leading his troops to storm a hill dominated by flags bearing the colors of the Russian Empire. The discussion centered on the values specific to each former power. Despite his rather unkempt appearance, the fat man proved to be an enlightened expert on European history. The conversation continued as the Marquis of Evans led his guests to the Grand Salon, which had been furnished for the occasion.

 It was Walter who opened the large double doors, revealing the layout of the place.

 The entire center of the room, beneath the majestic Venetian crystal chandelier, had been furnished with large red velvet sofas and armchairs, surrounding a large coffee table where two large silver bowls filled with ice each held two bottles of champagne. Five glasses were arranged in the center of the table. But the main decoration was the five slaves "installed" in the room. e46 and e08 were kneeling by the table, their torsos perfectly straight, their eyes lowered.

 On the wall, a St. Andrew's cross had been erected, to which was chained e94 who wore clamps on each breast, weighed down by large weights that stretched her nipples. A little

 Further on, e75 had her wrists cuffed and attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling that stretched her arms. She only touched the ground with the tips of her toes, which caused a painful pull in all her muscles. The only male slave present, e33, was placed on a pommel horse, his back rounded, his feet bound by strong ties and his crotch wide open, revealing his sex to view...

 This time, the four guests paused and observed the scene...

 - "What a beautiful production!" said Le Gros, clearly the most voluble of the quartet.

 - "My friends," replied the Marquis, "all this is for you. I am happy to be able to let you enjoy the charms of my residence and all that it contains. Tomorrow, we will finally sign the famous contracts, but this evening, I want you to fully enjoy all the charms of this ancestral residence. Use and abuse all this to the fullest, nothing will be refused to you, I can assure you of that."

 These few words were accompanied by knowing smiles, which would undoubtedly have caused anxiety among the slaves if they had dared to look up. Everyone took their places in the comfortable seats, while at a gesture from the Marquis, e46 and e08 opened bottles of champagne and filled the glasses, before presenting them to the five guests. A toast was proposed "to business!", then another "to the Franco- Russian future!", then another... The Russians drank quickly and the two slaves filled their glasses. While

 three of them remained calm, Le Gros was already getting heated and e08, who was serving him, had already felt his large, fat hand groping her buttocks several times. At the fourth glass, He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards Him.

 He forced her to sit against him and began to knead her breasts roughly. He had put his arm around her neck and was kneading her right breast.

 The Marquis and the three other Russians exchanged their impressions on various subjects, served diligently by e46 who felt the heavy gaze of the Colossus fixed on her rump each time she bent over.

 The three luggage slaves returned at that moment to the Grand Salon, each carrying a tray with new bottles of champagne and various garnished toasts. They set down the trays and knelt between the seats, their hands clasped behind their backs. The Woman poured herself a toast and looked at e69, who still bore the scars of his recent punishments.

 - "Has this one been punished recently?" she asked Sir Evans.

 - "Yes, he disappointed me and was almost expelled from My harem. But he partially redeemed himself and I allowed him to serve Me again. At the next fault, he will be thrown from my domain, without hope of return."

 "Interesting," she replied with a wry smile, before savoring her toast with a greedy air.

 The Asian stood up discreetly and approached e94. He played with the weights and clamps for a moment before turning his attention to the slave's sex. He explored it with his fingertips with delicate gestures, almost surgically precise. He felt the shape of the clitoris, parted the labia... He acted calmly and with restraint, as if he were analyzing the subject of an operation or preparing a dissection. While he gauged the elasticity of the flesh, e94 felt a certain unease invade her. She felt as if she were being observed in the depths of her being, searched more intimately than if he had sunk his slender fingers into her intimacy...

 On the sofa, The Fat Man had e08 lying across His knees and He ran His hand over her buttocks, sometimes pushing His big sausage finger into her anus, going back and forth in the orifice before going up the crack, then along the spine, to the nape of her neck, which he squeezed hard while laughing. The Man devoured toast after toast, washed down with champagne, but his face lit up when, returning from the kitchen, e22 brought a bottle of iced vodka with five small glasses. He then pushed e08 back onto the floor, but placed his foot on her back to keep her there. e22 poured five small glasses of vodka and distributed them.

 New toasts were proposed. Several... At the end of this series, The Woman stood up

 - "If you allow me, dear friend, I will withdraw for a moment," she said, addressing the Marquis.

 - "Do it, dear friend... You are at home here."

 She nodded and stood up, towering over the table with her tall stature. She tapped e69 on the back of the head, "You!", then e12 on the back of the head, "And you!" and She headed towards the double doors, followed by the two four-legged slaves, who hurried along so as not to be overtaken too much by Her, who was walking briskly...

 The Asian who had remained standing placed his empty glass on the table.

 - "Well, I'll also slip away for a while," he said with a smile.

 - "I wish you an excellent evening," Sir Evans replied laconically.

 The Asian then joined the Cross of St. Andrew and freed e94. He helped her stand up straight, numb as she was from her long, motionless position. "Follow me," he said simply, heading towards the doors with the slave in tow. ... The Fat Man had followed with his eyes the exit of the Woman, flanked by the two male slaves crawling behind Her. He then winked at the Marquis...

 - "I hope your slaves are strong!" the Russian roared at Sir Evans... "For Olga is full of resources," he continued with a hearty laugh.

 - "She seems to me indeed a woman of experience," replied the Marquis cautiously...

 - "And what an experience!" burst out the fat one, "Very young, Olga was educated by the best specialists of our KGB! She was not yet 20 when she began interrogating dissidents... She went without a second thought to the FSB service and I can assure you that she always obtains excellent results. Compared to Olga, Guantanamo is a holiday village! With her, any dissident or criminal is ready to confess to having assassinated Rasputin and Trotsky! It is not for nothing that she became director of security of our company. But rest assured, she will not damage your property"... ... In her room, Olga had just retired to the bathroom, abandoning e12 and e69 prostrate in the center of her room. When she returned, she had abandoned her Executive Woman look for an outfit that she particularly liked, because it reminded her of her former duties at the Lubyanka, the famous and sad Moscow prison. A white blouse, khaki pants with red facings, tucked into black patent leather boots...

 Her black leather-gloved hand held a riding crop, a very classic instrument that She deemed perfect for leading those who were delivered into Her "care."

 She approached the two naked figures huddled on the ground, tapping her boot with the tip of her riding crop.

 - "So... what are you good for? Slaves... Ugh! You'd better amuse me," she said, bringing her riding crop down on e69's back, making him flinch.

 - "Stand up!" she ordered.

 The two slaves straightened up, standing straight and looking down at this Woman who had all power over them.

 She watched them, sizing each one up in turn with a cold gaze devoid of any indulgence. After a long silence, Olga grabbed e12's hair with a firm grip and dragged him to a corner of the room, there She forced him to kneel and in a voice that naturally admitted no reply, ordered him to remain there in the corner, motionless... However, that was definitely not enough! From her suitcase, Olga went to find an accessory that would make the situation more interesting.

 She came back with a good-sized dildo that she shoved into e12's ass without foreplay... once the dildo was firmly in place, you could see a wire that went from its base to a small box with a kind of switch and a small lamp, which was currently off. The Russian girl flipped the switch and the red light came on. A very light purr was now coming from the slave's ass, in which the dildo was now vibrating...

 Then She returns to e69, plants Herself in front of him and suddenly gives him a slap that smacks hard on the slave's cheek. Another slap on the same cheek... And another! e69's cheek has reddened, one can discern on the skin the mark left by the gloved fingers.

 Olga grabs the slave's collar and leads him to a "toad chair" set up near the fireplace, which is inactive during this beautiful season. She sits down and pulls the slave across her knees. She holds his hands firmly behind his back and with the other hand gives him a stinging spank. The hand rises and falls on the white skin of the slave's buttocks with a resounding smack.

 Rises and falls, rises and falls... For long minutes, Olga continues the interminable spanking, taking pleasure in seeing the two rounded buttocks of the submissive redden as he bites his lips to avoid any untimely moan. Because if a simple spanking could seem classic, the methodical way in which it was administered, the regularity, the force of each blow that fell relentlessly made the ordeal particularly stinging.

 In his corner, e12 felt the dildo vibrate regularly, deeply buried between his buttocks while the sound of Olga's hand falling again and again on e69's buttocks relentlessly rang in his ears... ... In another room, the living room, the Colossus, until then enigmatic, had finally come to life... He had approached e75, still hanging from the chain.

 The Man slowly undid his thick leather belt and without a word, began to lash the slave's body with it. The Man's strength was such that each blow marked the slave's flesh, whose body swayed in time with the blows inflicted on it. After a

 After a dozen strokes, the Colossus approached e75 and stroked his hair, his face, his neck...

 His hand gently brushed the slave's erect breasts and moved down to her hips. The gentle caress continued for a moment longer, until, without having yet uttered a single word, the Man stepped back far enough to resume the harsh whipping that was beginning to mark the slave's body with broad red streaks. Another series of ten hard strokes.

 But despite the force, not restrained, put into each of these blows, the slave's lips remained sealed. Even if brief movements of the head underlined the pain felt, e75 still managed to hold back any complaints. On the tenth blow, The Colossus approached again and again caressed the suspended slave, offered defenselessly. He stroked her hair and her face bathed in tears that she had not been able to hold back as effectively as the moans. He caressed her body, taking care not to brush against the marks left by the belt.

 His hands, so large, were soft and knew how to soothe the slave's sobs. While he had just caressed e75's face with a tenderness that one would not have thought capable of a man with the physique of an intergalactic robot, he took a step back and for the third time, the blows of the belt came to sting the skin of the slave who was now desperately shaken with each new impact of the leather on his flesh.

 The new series of ten blows had shaken e75's resistance, who had let out low moans and had been unable to stop herself from lifting her feet from the ground, giving in to the futile attempt to escape the bite of the belt. Ten more blows and the purple streaks now crisscrossed her abused body. The Man approached again and e75 found herself hoping for His arrival, wanting His caresses to bring her a little comfort and make her overcome the pain that was gripping her. She was breathing raggedly, but twice already, the caresses had granted her a sweet but brief oasis of relaxation. She almost craned her neck so that the caress would reach her face more quickly. But she only received a resounding slap!

 e75 didn't even have time to let herself be overcome by the distress of a disappointed hope. The Man came right up against her and grabbed her by the back of the thighs to lift her up.

 He had unzipped his pants and his already hard and tense penis plunged brutally into the slave's pussy. An enormous penis, long and wide, powerful like a jackhammer that sank into her and began to work her mechanically. The Man stared at her and spat in her face:

 "Look at me, damn it!" he said contemptuously.

 e75 timidly raised her eyes and saw the mocking grin that lit up the face of her tormentor who was fucking her violently, without any more regard for her flesh bruised by the thirty blows of the belt she had endured. She understood that she had plunged without restraint into the trap that He had set for her. His gentleness, His caresses, it was just to maintain in her a sort of hope, just enough for her to lower her poor defenses a little and find herself even more desperate now, while He possessed her without any regard, treating her only as the slave that she was and who had made the mistake of forgetting for a brief moment, the time to forget a little the bite of the leather and the pain that was her lot... ... While the echo of the slaps that fell on e69's ass resounded in the corridor of the bedrooms, behind the opposite door it was e94 who discovered one of the facets of the diversity of perversions that animated the guests of the Marquis. The Asian had led her to His room and he had tied her to His bed. The slave was spread between the four posts of the canopy of the immense bed that occupied the entire center of this room. Bonds extremely tight imprisoned the slave's wrists and ankles, stretching his limbs and opening his thighs very wide to reveal and offer total access to his intimacy.

 The Asian had thus bound e94 as soon as they arrived in the room. When he was satisfied with the installation, he had opened the enormous wardrobe that stood on one wall of the room and had taken out a rather large precious wooden box. He had placed it on a bedside table, at the head of the bed, perfectly within reach of his hand while he had sat on the edge of it, very close to e94 who was panting slightly, being a little less experienced than the other slaves and still somewhat fearful. He looked at her...

 - "You see, orgasm constitutes a culminating point, which in women results in the motor response of the pelvic-perineal muscles. I propose to transcend the orgasmic circuit in you by a form of specific stimulation of the transmission circuits which connect your erogenous zones to your higher nervous centers. My Master, Doctor Zwanze, taught me a lot, you are lucky to be able to benefit from My science!"

 e94 hadn't really understood what this was about. Sex, certainly, but she had no doubt that the Man who had tied her up like this wasn't going to be satisfied with an exchange of fluids. He undoubtedly had quite a few special ideas in mind. But she still had no idea what it would be about, and that wasn't really reassuring. Because she wasn't really convinced that the elegance and politeness this Man was displaying were a guarantee of kindness or understanding. Far from it, she was worried...

 While the slave was lost in thought, the Asian opened the box and peered inside. He pondered over the contents and finally plunged his hands into it.

 He took them out, each equipped with a long, flexible pin. e94 couldn't help but look, and what the Asian was holding in his hands didn't reassure her. He leaned over her and, in a soothing voice...

 - "Come on, don't tense up. There's nothing you can do, so just relax and accept... You'll see..." The Asian planted his first two needles at the base of each nipple, quickly joined by a series of others. Then the Asian grabbed two more needles and leaned towards the slave's sex.

 - "Mmmhh here, the operation is delicate, you have to prick just on the glans of the clitoris, it's so small... Mhhhh..." Helping himself with a finger, the Man pricked a first needle, then slowly, it was joined by the second. e94 tried to relax, but she feared the pain of the pricks. However, as the long, flexible points came to plant themselves in her most intimate flesh, she was aware of not feeling any pain, just a slight tingling perhaps...

 The Man acted with precise, controlled gestures... Strangely, e94 had the feeling that despite her anxiety, a sort of calm was taking over her. A strange mixture that disconcerted her while the Man, who had already planted a good twenty needles, took a step back. The slave's body began to bristle... Her nipples, of course, her clitoris and her intimate lips, but also her lips, her ears and the inside of her wrists...

 The Man looked at her, rubbing his chin. He was observing her more like a scientist looking at a laboratory mouse than like a Master observing a slave subjected to His every whim. e94's thoughts could not continue; suddenly, she felt like an electric current that ran through her, she stiffened and with each spike planted in her she had the feeling that a sudden influx of sensations was invading her! She had absolutely no control over anything, no movement, no sensation, she was just a receptacle that let herself be invaded, penetrated, carried away.

 Already, she knew that she had never experienced an orgasm as powerful as the one rising in her...