Chapter 12 Acupuncture needles and others…

Torn apart, bristling with acupuncture needles, e94 was seized by a sensation from which she absolutely could not escape. It was as if an electric current had seized the slightest of her nerve endings, arousing in her an uninterrupted wave of uncontrolled reactions. And all these currents running through her seemed to converge in the depths of her intimacy, which acted like a lightning rod, attracting to itself all the ebbs and flows that followed what L'Asian had called "the orgasmic circuit"!

 The Man, meanwhile, had settled himself on a chair, very close to the bed, equipped with a notepad and a pencil.

 Observing e94 with a certain detachment, he noted each of her reactions, her jolts, with clinical interest. His gaze moved back and forth along the body of the slave, who had felt an orgasm of rare power after a few minutes, but who was not yet freed. Obviously, the needles did not cease their action. And an incredible flood of sensations carried e94 towards an unexpected and rather disturbing feeling. For as the discharges of pleasure she experienced in an increasingly frequent and jerky manner, she began to be frightened and feared the moment when pleasure might perhaps give way to pain.

 What had started as a gentle torture was gradually turning into a real torment. The slave wanted to scream, to beg, but she couldn't utter a single word, only able to gasp and let a few moans escape from the back of her throat, which her "observer" didn't fail to transcribe... How long this would last still managed to worry the submissive, even if she had the feeling that the repeated orgasms would eventually take away her awareness of things! ... Not far away, just on the other side of the corridor, Olga was starting to get a little heated... e69's flushed buttocks bore witness to the stinging treatment the slave had just undergone.

 She pushed him back and forced him to kneel on all fours in the center of the room. She then approached e12 and with a sharp jerk removed the vibrating dildo that had been working deeply into the now wide-open anus of the other male slave for a long time. With the tip of her boot, Olga forced e12 to join e69...

 - "Since you are only dogs, then act like dogs!" she said in a contemptuous tone and as the two slaves seemed to hesitate over what to do, she lashed them with her whip and ordered:

 - "Smell your ass, dogs! And don't pretend!"

 Before the whip strokes could intensify, the two slaves hurried to circle each other, sniffing each other's anus as closely as possible. They acted servilely, turning and turning each other, pushing their snouts and noses into each other's cracks. Not letting them go for an inch, Olga commented on their ridiculous ballet with mockery as scathing as her whip strokes, and if She judged that they were lacking in enthusiasm, She forced them to invest more in their bitchiness by helping them with the whip, the boot, and her voice!

 At his command, they not only smelled each other, but also eagerly licked each other's bottoms, their drool running down each other's cracks...

 - "Dogs... that's all you are... two dogs in heat! But I'll help you relieve yourselves!" Olga snapped... Bringing her riding crop down on e69's back, she ordered: "Come on! Take this female dog... her ass is wide open, you can't leave it like that, fuck her and then it'll be your turn!"

 e69 positioned himself behind e12 and he covered him, pushing his tail into the other slave's ass before quickly working him, like two stray dogs... the spectacle pleased Olga, who had often used this situation with political prisoners whom she had to bend to the demands of the regime. But her pleasure was less, because she appreciated more than anything the constraint and the degradation. Now the slaves were... only slaves. She knew that they were trained to suffer profound outrages and that such treatment, however degrading it might be even for them, would not be enough to break them. While watching the two slaves mount each other, then the other in turn, she thought about what could prove to be a real satisfaction for her very pronounced taste for humiliation.

 She had two subjects who could refuse her nothing, she had to find a way to use them in the most jubilant of ways...

 - "Come on! Don't stop, you're two dogs in heat, so mount each other, lick each other and start again! You won't stop until I order it!" ... ... For e75, still hanging from a chain in the main living room, the ordeal had not stopped. The Colossus who had set his sights on the young slave had not stopped his cruel games of gentleness and cruelty. After having fucked her for a long time and deeply with a sex of more than spectacular dimensions, He had resumed his perverse game of flagellations and caresses.

 Although now warned, e75 couldn't control her feelings. The leather bit more and more cruelly into her flesh, but the caresses soothed her almost instantly. It was as if they had an anesthetic power! The slave couldn't escape them, and yet she knew that these moments of near-well-being would be followed by suffering. The Man was in perfect control of the alternation he had set up.

 e75 never really knew when the pain would come and when the tenderness. She also didn't know when he would tire of it, because it seemed that the erection permanently inhabited his enormous penis. He had already possessed her three times, including once by sodomizing her without the slightest preparation, extracting a shrill cry from her that had greatly amused The Fat Russian, who had applauded his partner and decided in turn to use e08's anus, whose mouth he had kept very busy for a long time.

 With her hands resting on the low table, almost at right angles and her rump perfectly exposed, e08 felt the hands of the fat man spreading her buttocks and a thick finger sinking into her. At least, He had chosen to prepare her, moving his swollen finger back and forth in the orifice that obediently opened to this caress... Noting the elasticity of the anus, The Man began to slide another finger, then another. He thus worked e08's ass in depth, but especially in width, punctuating his comings and goings with a laugh that spoke of His total satisfaction in playing with his hand which, little by little, filled the slave's orifice...

 For his part, Sir Evans had stepped back a little, dragging his favorite e46 with him, which followed him obediently on all fours. The Marquis had settled himself a little further back, on a comfortable chair, and he watched with delight the orgiastic scene that was offered to his gaze.

 Clearly, his Russian associates were fully satisfied with the harem's services, which boded well for the future of the contracts that would be signed the next day. Only the last male present, e33, remained abandoned...

 But there would always be time to use it later... For now, while His Guests satisfied their basest instincts, The Marquis felt desire rising within Him... A gesture was enough for Him to make e46 understand what she had to do.

 Sir Evans snapped his fingers and the slave arched her back, tossing her hair back... she undulated her body slowly, like a reptile seeking to charm... e46 performed a purely erotic crawling on the floor... Sometimes crawling towards The Master, sometimes moving away a little, to sit down and spread her thighs to show Him with her agile fingers how wet she was with the desire to please Him.

 Without music or artifice, the slave performed the most sensual dance imaginable. She contorted her body, swaying it to a rhythm that only her mind knew but which expressed all the devotion and desire that her Master inspired in her. She slid on the ground, crawled, bent herself into the most shameless positions, concerned only with arousing pleasure and desire in the Marquis. Slowly, advancing only a few centimeters each time, the slave approached the Master, but she made the time that still separated them last, so that the One who already possessed her body and soul felt rising within Him all the excitement that she aspired to inspire in Him, so that He would then possess her totally, beyond what one can imagine... ...

 e46's lap dance had taken a downright torrid turn...

 After twirling around her Master and crawling in front of Him, she came over to Him and undid the buttons of His pants to reveal His penis, which had practically burst out and was now standing proudly before the slave's shining eyes.

 Riding the Marquis, e46 had begun to sway his hips, brushing against the erect penis of his Lord and Master. The Marquis had suddenly felt the female's crotch:

 - "Mhh you're leaking like a real female dog in heat... And you deserve to be honored by your Master," he whispered tenderly.

 With this compliment, this gentle injunction, e46 no longer hesitated in letting herself slide around her Master's Cock, which easily sank deep inside her. While Sir Evans stared at her, letting a thin smile appear on His Lips, e46 set about fulfilling the Desire of the One who possessed her, whatever the meaning of that term. Coming and going, the slave opened wide and felt the hard, tense Rod penetrating her and forcing its way between her thighs... she moaned, panted...

 Moaning and panting, such was also e08 who clung to the coffee table like a shipwrecked woman to a raft, while the fist of the big Russian now came and went without restraint in her anus. The Man had opened the slave's ass with consummate skill. His enormous hand had gradually made its way into the female's narrow canal... He had slowly but inflexibly opened it, dilated it, finger by finger, then with his whole hand, opening the rings, dilating them expertly, making the slave feel His Will without rushing her, gradually imposing this thick presence on her increasingly dilated ass. Thick and plump, the hand nevertheless proved extremely gentle and the man did not hesitate to caress the intimate flesh to ensure His progress. He had dilated the sphincters perfectly before pushing himself deep, drawing moans from the back of the slave's throat...

 Between severe punishments, violent penetrations, and soothing caresses, e75 was completely disoriented. The Colossus who was playing with her had made her lose all sense of reality. She constantly oscillated between fear and desire, pleasure and suffering...

 The Man seemed insatiable. He had taken her, taken her again, and taken her again. He had penetrated her sex and her ass repeatedly with redoubled thrusts of His Cock, which seemed made of bronze. e75 had exceeded the limits of exhaustion and perception, swept away in a whirlwind of contradictory sensations that intoxicated her mind.

 The slave trembled with both desire and pain and could no longer tell the difference.

 A caress on her skin and she shuddered, a blow from the belt that stung her and she shuddered...

 Her limbs were tensed by the chains, her aching muscles responded only by reflex... Her orifices, penetrated, possessed and methodically plowed without mercy were seized by sudden impulses that she could not control. moreover she no longer controlled anything, reduced to the state of a rag doll that The Colossus disposed of in the cruelest of ways. ... In Olga's room, the two male slaves e12 and e69 showed themselves to be two good, docile dogs... they now stood face to face, their ankles widely spread apart. In their mouths, the slaves each kept, deeply embedded, the ends of an enormous double-dildo. Arched, they stood still and took turns being assaulted by the Russian who had equipped herself with an impressive strap-on dildo and was fucking them while firmly slapping their taut rumps.

 Olga was violently sodomizing e69 who was accentuating the rocking of his pelvis back and forth, in order to offer himself as fully as possible to the One who was penetrating him once again... To accentuate the torture of the slave whom She had already penetrated several times, the statuesque Russian had seized his wrists and pulled them back, the slave thus owed his balance only to the end of the dildo that he kept buried between his lips...

 Olga punctuated each thrust She gave with insults aimed at the two slaves who, for Her, were nothing more than two servile dogs delivered to Her good pleasure.

 As She plowed his entrails, e69 drooled profusely. Although a slave, aware of the lowliness of his status, he felt the deepest humiliation. Even when he had been handed over to the guards to be both their lackey and their whore, he had sometimes felt a hint of compassion. But now, given over to the vices of This Curvaceous Russian Woman, he felt stripped of all substance, drained of the slightest ounce of humanity. His mouth dripping with saliva, his body sweating and marked by the whip, his ass open and filled... he was nothing more than a kind of disgusting animal devoid of all dignity. When he dared to glance briefly at e12, he read the same feelings in the other slave's gaze.

 A searing pain twisted his arm. Noticing the exchanged glance, Olga had just briefly twisted his arm.

 She wanted no form of complicity between the two dogs. Surprised, e69 let out a cry and the dildo slipped from his mouth. Despite a desperate attempt, he couldn't pull himself together and his head fell to the floor while e12 kept the dildo in her mouth. Olga abruptly withdrew from the slave's ass and insulted him with Her Tongue, while whipping his ass, already heavily streaked with red marks.

 Then, forcing him back into position and taking the double dildo back into her mouth, she came behind e12 and penetrated him brutally! The two slaves would have to endure many more times the tireless assaults of Olga's strap-on dildo, which had thus shown many males that no one could escape Her Iron Will... ... e94 had never felt what The Asian's needles caused in her body. For hours, the slave had been spread between the posts of the four-poster bed in the room where The Man had taken her.

 For hours, he had been sitting on a chair, very close to her, observing and scrupulously noting the slave's every reaction. If, after the anguish of the first needles, e94 had felt intense pleasure, she was far from it now. The orgasm maintained by the acupuncturist had become like a tearing pain that ran continuously through her body, like an endless electric current. There was not a part of her body that was not seized by incredible tensions. Sometimes, the Asian woman dropped her notepad to return to her, he then removed some of the long flexible needles but only to insert them into other points of her anatomy.

 Thus, He caused new impulses to flow through the slave's body, but without ever lowering their intensity. While manipulating her body and being intensely attentive to her every reaction, the Asian had not uttered a single word. He observed her as a scientist observes a laboratory mouse. And that was precisely what she was, an experimental subject, a soulless animal whose only reflexive movements interested her tormentor. She could not even express her pain, since needles now lined her tongue and lips, creating a subtle gag that did not close her mouth, but forced her into silence... ...Throughout the night, the castle continued to rustle with the moans of the slaves subjected to the perverse practices of the Four Guests of the Marquis of Evans. It was only in the early morning that the slaves were freed and abandoned... Already the first glimmers of dawn were breaking through the high windows of the Noble Building. While the Four Russians were falling asleep, the slaves were led back to their stalls. The Marquis, judging their attitude toward his guests favorably, had decided to grant them a morning of recuperation.

 So, they were absent when the two long black limousines arrived in front of the forecourt of the Château. On the steps, the Marquis of Evans was saying his goodbyes to the Russians, who were all wearing broad smiles. Put in the best mood by the devotion of the slaves who had been delivered to them, they were fully delighted with the contract they had just initialed, which was also a source of great satisfaction for Sir Evans.

 - "These were unforgettable moments! Marquis, we, very satisfied, very, very devoted, are Your slaves," rejoiced The Fat Russian on behalf of himself and his friends. "We will return and we will bring You, a beautiful submissive from our home, our exchanges are fruitful and I hope they will last," he concluded.

 - "May they be lasting, for our greater good. Welcome back, my friends," replied the Marquis, exchanging a warm handshake with him.

 Sir Evans stood on the steps for a moment as the limousines pulled away up the driveway, toward the gates of the Château. A new day was beginning... ...2 months later: The arrival of the male slave e56: ...

 He drove along the path he'd been told to follow. The radio played slow music, almost haunting in its repetitiveness. The road was now nothing more than a path, on which he had to be careful of the ruts and broken branches that marked the route. Finally, the headlights illuminated two large stone pillars between which a vast gate blocked the path. He parked on the side, as he'd been told during the final dialogue, in a small, flat space where his vehicle wouldn't be in the way.

 Having closed his door, he advanced to the gate, there on the side, in the middle of the mossy stone, a red light shone above a simple bell button. No name, no indication... Still following the instructions to the letter, he pressed the button three times, hoping that beyond the alley that plunged into the night behind the gate, a chime would ring

 Always respecting the established rules, he had been standing in front of the gate for several minutes. He was wearing a gray shirt, jeans, and suede loafers. While waiting, he thought back to the chain of events that had led him here. A website revealed an exchange he had initially thought would be nothing but sterile promises with no future, as so often. And then the dialogues that continued, the discovery of a Master who, as the days went by, through emails, became ever more present in his mind. The first commitments, the first constraints, the first symbolic gestures to accomplish. Little at first, phrases to repeat, simple acts... Until the day his nickname disappeared from the screen, replaced by a simple number: e56MSE; thus he had become Master Sir Evans' slave No. 56.

 After several months of approach and increasingly restrictive servitudes to be carried out daily, he had finally obtained what he dreamed of intensely. A summons to the Castle, for a final test. If the Master was perfectly satisfied, he would become body and soul His slave, fully integrated into the harem which evolved under the guidance of the Master and His staff. He was at this point in his thoughts when he heard footsteps crunching on the gravel of the driveway, beyond the gate. He straightened up, standing upright, but the eyes fixed on the ground, as he had been commanded to be at that moment. The gate opened in front of him and he couldn't suppress a brief smile. He had expected an ominous creaking sound worthy of one of those old horror films he loved so much. But no, it was with the perfect silence of a high-tech system that the gate separated in two, opening the passage to The Woman who stood in front of him, as indicated by the pair of boots, the only element that his lowered gaze could reveal to him.

 She remained motionless, facing him, and in the deep, silent night, Her somewhat muffled Voice rose

 - "Shirt"... she said simply

 He obeyed and unbuttoned his shirt, which he let fall to the ground, revealing a perfectly hairless torso on which stood out only a thin metal chain bearing a simple ring.

 - "Shoes," she continued, and the loafers joined the shirt just before The Voice reasoned a third time:

 - "Pants!" she said, a little more harshly.

 The black jeans landed on the ground along with the shoes and the shirt, now forming a small pile of useless textile.

 This nudity that he exposed (because he had been told clearly that no underwear was allowed) almost surprised him. Even if he had prepared himself for it, even if it was an obvious fact that he had fed on, to feel it like that, in the night, in this unknown park, facing an unknown woman... he almost put his hands on his front to hide his naked penis that the situation had made harder and tenser. Fortunately, he managed to contain himself and kept his arms at his sides, waiting for what would happen next...

 - "You are slave 56 of Master Sir Evans. Here we will call you e56, or 56... Of course we can also address you by various words that define your status: female dog, slave, whore... but if we ask you your name it will be e56, do you understand?"

 - "Yes, Madam," he stammered, just before a slap landed on his left cheek.

 - "I didn't hear anything! Are you ashamed of the number that the Marquis, your Master, deigned to grant you?"

 "No! No, Madam," he said hastily and in a loud, though somewhat shaky, voice.

 - "Good" she murmured...

 Remaining motionless in front of e56 who felt his stomach knotting in a way so intense that it became painful. It wasn't really apprehension, but perhaps that of not being able to go through with what he had committed himself to.

 He wasn't afraid, no, but a strange sensation, an unexpected form of excitement that materialized undeniably by the erection that was gaining his sex and he wondered if this wasn't going to earn him some sanction from This Woman of whom he knew nothing but who, obviously, had full powers before he was admitted into the presence of The Master.

 - "This situation seems to excite you e56?" she said in a questioning tone.

 - "Yes, Madam!" he said.

 - "So you're just a female dog in heat, with no shame at all! Is that it?"

 - "Yes, Madam!" he replied loudly, earning himself another slap that took him completely by surprise.

 -

 "B...but..." he was interrupted by another slap, even more stinging than the previous ones.

 - "First lesson: you don't whisper and you don't shout! You express yourself loud and clear, simply. And no buts, no comments. You are only here to suffer and serve your Master, is that clear e56?"

 - "Yes, Madam, very clear, Madam," he replied in a humble but clearly audible tone.

 - "Good... at least you seem to understand what we're saying to you," she continued, approaching the slave.

 This time, she came very close and fixed a leather collar around his neck. A simple black leather collar with a single ring on the front, to which she attached a leash of the same black leather.

 - "Now you follow me quietly," she said, pulling on the leash and e56 followed suit.

 Now he really couldn't turn back, as he crossed the threshold of the gate, he knew that his destiny was leading him towards a universe whose extent he had probably only touched upon. And while with a furtive slide the gate closed behind his back, e56 looked straight ahead and beyond the back of the One who held him on a leash, only the vague silhouette of a large building stood out in the darkness of this night which was only a beginning. ...

 The path along which he was led on a leash seemed endless to e56, who was beginning to suffer from the bites of the gravel on the tender flesh of his feet, so unaccustomed to walking like this without protection on sharp ground. For several minutes now, he had been obediently following This Woman who had made him discover the first rules of this slave position that he had so desired and which, as it materialized, became terribly frightening, as much as exciting, to tell the truth. Along the entire length of the wide path, bordered on each side by what seemed to be voluminous plane trees, a magnificent statue stood out between each spaced trunk. Each of them was different between each spacing of trees. One would have thought one was walking in the path of Olympus, so erotically sculpted were the ancient statues of these Greek nudes, of these goddesses

 The nighttime coolness made e56 shiver, and he didn't dare complain about his aching feet, while The Woman forced him to walk briskly towards The Castle, the details of which the future slave was now discovering better: the two imposing and distinct wings, separated by a vast central section whose high windows shone with interior illuminations. In the night, this majestic castle alone brought out centuries of history, so imposing was its massive presence. If by misfortune he slowed down even a little, a brief jerk on the leash forced the slave to immediately find the proper rhythm.

 Finally, the strange crew arrived at the steps of the double staircase leading to the steps of the Château. Without a moment's hesitation, Marie La Cuisinière (since it was indeed She who was being referred to) led e56 after her to the entrance of La Bâtisse. The bulky, varnished oak double doors were wide open, opening directly onto the wide central entrance hall of La Demeure familiale Du Marquis. Discreet music with subtle baroque accents was playing through invisible loudspeakers, but e56 didn't really have the leisure to indulge in any musicological reflections. Marie was already leading him onto the immense black and white checkered floor of the vast corridor, the walls of which were richly decorated with paintings from different centuries mounted on old pictures, with thickly molded frames and voluminous royal tapestries. This corridor had nothing to envy from some of the Louvre's luxurious picture galleries. At regular intervals, heavy Murano glass chandeliers cast a soft white light, illuminating the rich decor. The slave obediently avoided Marie, not daring to look at the doors that flanked each side of the corridor. Some, left open, let out a different kind of music... That of the sharp snap of straps hitting flesh and of curt orders given in an imperious voice.

 Marie yanked the leash roughly, throwing e56 off balance, and he barely managed to stand up and freeze. She walked over to him and slapped him.

 - "Don't let yourself be distracted. Your eyes must remain fixed on the ground, what is happening around you is none of your business, understand, dog?", punctuating his tirade with a second slap

 - "Yes, Madam," replied the fearful slave, observing the required position as best he could.

 Without another word, Marie pulled the leash and led e56 into an adjoining room. The room was modest in size, but the lack of furniture made it quite spacious. The single window had been obscured by a thick black velvet curtain that let no natural light filter through, the only lighting being provided by strange candlesticks... Two slaves were pilloried at ground level.

 Forced to remain thus kneeling and bent forward, their backs were arched and on their raised buttocks weighed heavy candles whose wax was slowly dripping, no doubt for a long time, judging by the wax that accumulated at the base of the candles, on the rumps and in the cracks of the two slaves who remained rigorously motionless. Between the two human candlesticks, a St. Andrew's cross had been erected, to which the limbs of a slave were chained. The submissive's nipples and vaginal lips were harshly stretched by heavy weights that stretched them cruelly.

 Marie led e56 to within a meter of the tortured submissive

 - "This is e08, one of the slaves in Master Sir Evans' harem... e08, this is e56 joining the

 herd tonight, ha! ha! ha!"... said the Cook ironically

 As the grimacing slave was slow to respond, Marie tugged with her fingertips on the weights hanging from the nipples, provoking a cry that the submissive could not suppress. With a cruel smile, Marie then placed herself in front of her and began to play with the weights, pulling in turn on one or the other of the four heavy objects, amused by the painful expressions that her gestures provoked.

 - "So, we don't say goodnight?" Despite the pain, e08 quickly regained his reflexes.

 - "Good evening, Madame Marie... hello e56..." she said with a rattle...

 Marie stopped her little game and, with her fingertips, then grabbing the newcomer's hair, she forced e56 to raise his head so that he could look at the tortured slave. "You see," said Marie,

 "Even a good slave can forget herself when she isn't focused enough. She made a mistake by not cleaning the entire entrance hall this afternoon. This bitch didn't mop the corners. But when I inspected her work, it caught my eye, and right now she's paying for her mistake. But this one quickly regained her good manners... You too will learn to work properly and also true politeness; your Master appreciates good manners, you'll understand that very quickly."

 - "Yes, Madam," replied e56, hoping he wouldn't make a mistake...

 And she pulled on the leash as she headed down the corridor, leaving e08 and the two candlestick slaves in their respective positions... Marie thus led the slave from one room to another. e56 obediently followed the steps of She who held him firmly on the leash, silently observing the antics that took place there and beginning to draw in his mind the situations that threatened his inexperience. He was both frightened and captivated by what was taking place in the different rooms of this vast Castle. And yet he did not know what was hidden behind the closed doors, behind which he did not dare to guess the most depraved scenes that could take place there.

 Until then, e56 had only discovered male and female slaves, exposed, exhibited, offered...

 Clearly, these were also there waiting for Those who would choose to use it later. This must be the lot of punished slaves, he thought. e56 assumed that the closed rooms were those where subjects were already delivered to the practices of the Dominants invited by the Master. When he had taken the road to the Castle, e56 was unaware that he was about to find himself plunged into a real universe that went far beyond his fantasies. This brutal reality took possession of his mind, the images that filled his gaze were as shocking as they were captivating...

 But he also realized that he had never imagined that things could turn out this way. He had prepared himself to be the slave of One Master, no doubt one day or another to be delivered to Others... But to be treated like this, publicly, in the eyes of These Unknown People, under the gaze of an "Audience" of so many Mistresses and Masters, the most degrading treatment, he had not really prepared himself for that, not at all, to tell the truth... Not so fast!

 As if guessing the thoughts that were assailing the slave's mind, Mary stopped abruptly and turned towards him.

 - "You've been watching a lot, but it's time you showed us your devotion, little dog," she said, smiling.

 And She led e56 down a small spiral staircase that sank into the ground, at the bend of a corridor. A stone staircase, quite narrow, steep, and with a slippery floor that descended into the bowels of the Castle. A rope on the side served as a handrail and prevented anyone from falling. Once they reached the bottom, the ceiling was lower, the corridors vaulted. Marie opened a door and e56 followed inside. The room was quite large, with a low ceiling, and in the center, a strange scene was revealed.

 A naked submissive was suspended with her arms stretched out in a cross by chains attached to the ceiling.

 Thick straps were placed around her thighs, holding her as if she were sitting in mid-air, her thighs spread, about fifty centimeters above the ground. Beneath her, a male slave lay on the floor, naked and spread between four pillars, his head just below the female's crotch. The male's head was fixed in rigid blinders, which prevented him from turning his head. His face was already stained with urine, but most of the golden liquid that the female let flow from her dripped directly into the male's mouth, which a metal mechanism kept wide open. e56 was fascinated by this scene...

 - "I present to you e75 and e69, slaves of the harem of the Marquis of Evans..."

 e56 could not take his eyes off the device... A man forced the submissive, e75, to drink and drink more water that he would collect from a nearby tap and pour into the mouth of the slave who, obviously thus watered for a long time, relieved herself at the same rhythm as she drank, pouring in an uninterrupted flow her urine into the mouth and onto the face of the slave e69 who continuously received this golden jet. the male also had his penis constrained in a metal chastity cage...