Chapter 15 The impaled slave

Slave 760MSE lay naked on the bare stone floor... his hands were tied behind his back and a thick black leather collar encircled his neck. He remained prostrate, almost painfully feeling the minutes that passed without anything coming to pull him from his questions. Questions that tortured him cruelly, because he knew nothing of what awaited him...

 Time passed... slowly... and the slave tried to occupy his mind, but the ties around his wrists, the cold floor of his cell, and the feel of the collar on the thin skin of his neck brought him inexorably back to the situation he was in.

 It was almost torture, and he now waited like a liberation for the moment when they would come to get him. Even if it would undoubtedly mean hardships, he now preferred to suffer rather than remain like this in expectation... So it was a relief that he felt when determined footsteps echoed in the corridor and the heavy lock of the door creaked before opening.

 Walter entered and, without a word, attached a short chain leash to the collar and pulled on it to force the slave to stand up and follow him out of the cell. While pulling on the leash to impose a brisk walking pace, Walter addressed the slave, but as if he were speaking into a void, as if the one who was obediently following were merely a moving object.

 - The Master has devised a little game just for you... something simple, but which should teach you to walk straight,"

 The squeaky chuckle that followed froze the blood of the slave who was trying hard to stay in the Butler's wake.

 After a few minutes, Walter stopped in front of a heavy door. He turned to the slave and undid the leash... A slap stinged his cheek, accompanied by an order: "Raise your head! I want you to look me in the eyes!" Intimidated, the slave nevertheless complied, barely daring to raise his eyes to the Butler who stared at him intensely, imposing with a simple look His inflexible power...

 "Listen carefully, I'll only explain once: behind this door, there is a long corridor. In the middle of this corridor, a white line has been drawn... you will follow it, on all fours, naturally... on the side there are doors, if when you pass in front of one of them, a bell rings you stop and wait... the rest is up to you to discover."

 Walter then opened the heavy door, revealing a long, dark corridor whose centre was indeed marked by a long white line painted on the floor. Walter nudged the slave on the back to get him into the corridor. And as the latter got down on all fours, he gave a final piece of advice:

 - "Of course, if you disappoint your Master, you will have to face the consequences"... words that still echoed in the slave's head as the door closed behind him with a sinister creak.

 It was dark, but the white paint shone faintly before his eyes... so all he had to do was follow that line leading into the darkness? Slowly, the slave was moving forward on all fours when a shrill sound made him jump, while a harsh light coming from above him dazzled him. He had barely stopped moving when, with dazzling speed, he heard the creaking of a door and, without him being able to react, firm hands seizing him by the collar and forcing him to follow the movement...

 Unceremoniously, he was dragged into a room and thrown onto a wooden seat... a sort of chair that was suspended from the ceiling by thick chains... the slave saw this strange piece of furniture in a flash, for at the same time, a black velvet hood was placed over his head, depriving him of all vision. He was seated authoritatively on the seat and his ankles and wrists were secured to it by iron handcuffs attached to the wooden uprights. A strange sensation came from a hole drilled in the very center of the seat, which provided perfect access to the slave's anus. There was a creaking sound and the slave felt his seat begin a slow descent

 - "Welcome to our game! You're about to discover the delights of impalement."

 The slave swallowed... while, already, he felt a stake coated with a viscous product which intruded into his bottom... its weight, added to that of the chair made the penetration all the easier... and immobile, he could do absolutely nothing to escape it. the thick stake entered him, opened his ass wide... the sensation was strange, not really painful thanks to the gel but the thickness and the length of the stake was still very uncomfortable... the machinery suddenly stopped, then began a slow ascent... little by little, the anus was freed offering a brief relief to the slave. but very brief, because hardly had the rosette relaxed that the downward movement resumed, opening the slave's ass again...

 And the back and forth movement became regular, gradually making the anus a gaping hole.

 - "So, bitch, do we like it?" The voice was firm, the questioning form of the sentence clearly admitted only one kind of answer...

 - "Oh yes.... yes I like that" replied the slave in a breath

 A simple click and the movement of the machine accelerated, causing a more painful sensation to the slave's already well-worked ass.

 - "Yes, who? You dirty whore!"

 the slave understood his fault...

 - "Yes Master... yes I like it Master!" he cried... and the movement slowed down, making the stake go back

 and forth in his ass...

 - "That's better... we'll work this ass long enough to make it a real pit..."

 The slave gasped because this impalement excited him... he was hard from feeling so degraded, reduced to the state of a hole that was being widened to prepare him for multiple penetrations. A phenomenon that had not escaped his torturer.

 - "But the little whore has a hard-on! And without permission! Bitch!"

 The movement became faster... even faster than before and this time it didn't end

 - "So, bitch! Still so horny?? And don't lie!"

 The slave felt as if his anus was constantly widening... his ass was on fire, no longer feeling any real sensations, but only the burning of the stake that went back and forth inside him with violence and a formidable regularity. Pleasures and pains mingled, carrying the slave away in a whirlwind of sensations while his anus seemed to explode under the power of the back and forth.

 the slave remained thus on the chair which rose and fell in cadence, opening his anus and working it until it became a gaping orifice. the slave e760 was beyond all sensation, abandoned and moaning he had abdicated all reaction, even no longer capable of reaction while he was fucked by the stake erected under him, under the attentive gaze of the One who had led him into this first room of the journey along the mysterious corridor of perversion in the literal and figurative sense...

 - "Well, I see you're a good little whore," said the voice as the mechanism slowed down, then stopped...

 - "It seems that the Marquis judged you well," the Man continued, freeing the limbs, sore from the forced immobility, of the slave who spread out on the ground, unable to stand again.

 - "Oooh, the little thing is having a fit!?" a mocking voice called out, as a kick landed on the rump of the slave slumped on the ground...

 - "Come on! Get up, you whore! Your trials have only just begun, and all weakness will be repressed."

 Grabbing the collar, the Man forced the slave to stand up and, tearing off the hood, pushed him out of the room.

 The slave760 collapsed heavily onto the stone floor of the corridor.

 - "Crawl, female dog! And don't stray from the white line," barked the Man before slamming the door shut.

 The slave resumed his now almost reptilian progression, as he had difficulty moving forward on all fours with an anus that was now widely dilated and progressively painful... Half-crawling, half-on- all-fours, the slave progressed, he felt a deep anguish as he approached the second door that he guessed was on his left, despite the darkness of the corridor. The pain in his ravaged anus became even more present... as if the fear that was gaining him was entering him, intruding deep into his intimacy to make him feel how much he was weak, vulnerable, totally dependent... an irrational fear gripped the slave who could not help but tremble as he slowly advanced along the line that traced his path... he shivered, more from fear than from cold, as he passed in front of the door, preparing at any moment to feel his ears assaulted by the shrill siren...

 However, the door remained closed and it was all trembling that the slave continued his progression, painful, feeling more than ever why he was sometimes called a "larva", so close did he feel to this so insignificant creature in these moments... his passage in front of the second door causing nothing, the slave crossed the space and continued his hesitant journey... while he was only just beginning, the ordeal already seemed insurmountable to him... the trembling had not left him as he approached the third door.

 Fatigue? Anxiety? Curiosity? The fact remains that as he approached this third door, the slave could not or did not know how to stay on the line and he deviated, immediately causing another ringing... he did not even have time to reposition himself. Already, the door was opening and two sturdy men were leaning over him, seizing him brutally and dragging him into the room onto which this disturbing third door opened. There, a large bed with iron posts occupied the entire center of the space, with only a filthy mattress. The slave760 was thrown onto the mattress and tied crosswise at the four legs. Thus quartered, he was once again deprived of all autonomy, abandoned to the whims of Whoever would want to use it and even abuse it...

 As the two henchmen who had seized him finished tying his wrists and ankles, placing painful tension on his immobilized limbs, he heard heels clicking on the floor and getting inexorably closer. Above him, looking down at him with a haughty and contemptuous gaze, the slave discovered a vampish Mistress dressed in a black leather corset and a flared skirt revealing a patch of pale skin above, a pair of shiny thigh-high boots. The slave had been unable to control his indiscreet gaze, which earned him a resounding slap... The Mistress circled the bed, never taking her eyes off the offered slave...

 She approached and leaned down, grasping a nipple between her fingers to twist it slowly...

 Inexorably... The Mistress's fingers pressed hard on the sensitive little piece of flesh... She insisted, twisted, visibly waiting for the pain to fully irrigate the tortured nipple... when finally the slave760 let out a moan, She seemed satisfied, displaying a thin smile

 - "Silence! I can't stand cozies! And you'd better get ready because we're going to be working on these breasts soon... to make them into a pretty little docile whore's breasts"...

 These words froze the slave's blood and he suddenly turned pale...

 - "Well, what? Don't you know what awaits you? We're going to make you into a kind of all-purpose female"... as the slave's lips trembled, the Mistress continued...

 - "I say a female... not a Woman you would not be worthy of, but a female trained for the Pleasures of Superiors... your life will be made of submission, obedience, and above all, above all you are destined to give pleasure, with your mouth, with your ass... with any part of your whore body that your Superiors please to use... And the rest of the time, naturally, you will have no shortage of domestic chores to perform...

 But that's another story..."

 The slave was now sobbing... "No... I... I didn't know..."

 - "Silence! Your opinion, your thoughts have NO value for Us! You belong to the Master and He disposes of you as He pleases, for His use or that of whomever He wants"... while speaking, the Mistress had climbed onto the bed and She was now overlooking the slave... She came to stand just above the face and ordered:

 - "Open your mouth, bitch! And don't close it under any circumstances!"

 The slave obeyed and felt a drop on his face... then several, then a continuous jet...

 Standing with her legs apart, the Mistress relieved herself on him... urine fell like rain into his mouth and onto his face... The flow was abundant and the slave sometimes choked, swallowing the wrong way. The Mistress remained in this position for a long time, until the last droplet ended its trajectory between the lips of the slave whose head was now bathed in a large stain of odorous urine.

 The Mistress left the bed, without failing to trample the slave's body with Her high, fine heels, leaving reddish marks on the pale skin of the thing submitted to Her Will...

 - "You must learn very quickly... obey, serve and submit, these are the only words that will count from now on in your vocabulary... I am here to teach it to you, you servile little whore..."

 She moved away, disappearing from the slave's visual space... To return very quickly equipped with a whip that worried the slave... the braided leather handle holding a series of straps decorated with small metal balls. Without another word, she brought the instrument down on the slave's thighs, drawing a shrill cry of pain from him... this single blow had been enough to mark the skin of his thighs with red streaks... the slave did not dare to imagine what he would suffer if She decided to multiply the blows on his completely surrendered body, which was offered to Her completely defenseless

 - "Please... please..." the slave could not restrain himself, although he knew that daring to speak out without permission could bring down the wrath of The Lady... But fear had overwhelmed him, he stared at the whip with a frantic look and begged softly, unable to control himself... terrified... Provoking a cruel smile illuminating The Mistress's face...

 - "I could make you pay for this rudeness... a female dog like you only speaks if she's allowed to..."

 She raised the whip high and the slave closed his eyes, waiting for the blow that would tear a heart-rending scream from him... but the blow did not come...

 - "Well... but she's so fearful (She laughs) you'll have to learn to endure much worse abuse... in any case, you won't have much choice"

 And She turned as if to walk away, but... in a smooth, elegant movement, the Mistress pivoted abruptly, raised her arm, and brought the whip down across the thighs a second time. The blow was violent, precise, and drew a howl of pain from the surprised slave.

 - "Yes... you see, we never know what awaits us" said the Mistress.

 She approached the bed and began to untie the bonds... freeing the sobbing slave.

 - "Get up! And go and stand against the wall... crawling."

 Slowly, the slave crawled (he could hardly have evolved in any other way than in this degrading position) to the wall. The Mistress disappeared and a sturdy henchman entered, he seized a hose hanging from a wall and turned on a tap, aiming at the slave prostrated against the wall, he began to spray him with a powerful jet of cold water, cleaning the bruised body. While this summary washing of the slave continued, the Mistress returned...

 She threw a towel to the slave:

 - "Dry yourself! Quickly!"

 The slave complied as quickly as possible and, obeying a brief snap of the Mistress's fingers, crawled to Her Feet and prostrated herself. She said nothing, but dropped a small piece of fabric in front of him, which she pushed with the tip of her foot towards him... Although not a word was uttered, the slave understood that he had to take hold of the fabric, it was a tiny pair of pink lace panties... he understood and put on the small piece of fabric that compressed his bruised flesh...

 Then, with the tip of her boot, the Mistress led him to the door:

 - "Come on, little female... now that you're clean, you can continue on your way... and don't disappoint your Master." She pushed him out and the slave slowly resumed his progress along the white line...

 After a few meters of crawling, a new door appeared... no siren this time, nor dazzling light, because this one had remained ajar. As the slave continued on his way, trying to be as discreet as possible, he heard a slight hiss...

 - "Tsk tsk... "

 He stopped... "Where did you think you were going like that?" The voice was feminine... "Come on, come closer."

 Reluctantly, the slave crawled to this new ordeal and stopped in front of two charming bare feet... The woman leaned towards him and forced him to raise his head... She was a young woman of about twenty, completely naked... she had fine features, slightly wavy blond hair, diaphanous skin... her lips, her nipples were made up in a bright red which made them even more desirable...

 "Follow me," she said in a soft voice... and the slave crawled after her. She made him kneel, his back to the wall... and raised his head he discovered the frail and splendid young woman in her entirety, but at the same moment, another figure came to stand beside the young woman... An imposing figure, tall, wide... dark... the slave saw two large hands seize the young woman's breasts and knead them brutally... While the thick fingers wandered over her very fine skin, the young woman gradually gave herself up... as if in a swoon...

 The Man who had seized her spared her nothing. He had passed his hand between the young woman's thighs and whispered "spread... spread better... mmhh yes that's it"

 "You look!" he shouted in an authoritarian voice to the slave... "see how she likes it"...

 The young woman was like a rag doll in the powerful arms of the Man...

 "She's Mine," He said, "she's my thing... mmhh yes My slut, go ahead and get wet... show that dog how much you love me!"

 The young woman moaned, spread her thighs:

 - "You like it, huh... don't deny it, you're wet like a female dog in heat!" the Man told him.

 - "Mhh oh yes, yes I like it, Master... I like to show myself like this" she moaned, while the Man had slipped several fingers into her pussy and was kneading her breasts with the other hand.

 Suddenly, she was seized by spasms... she was moving like a puppet. Slave 760 understood that she was having an orgasm of incredible intensity... She moaned and relaxed, what a delight, this man knew his Woman, he knew where to find her intimate sensations, she let herself go...

 Her hand continued its motion for a long time, and she came without restraint, her eyes closed. She had several orgasms, flooding her clothes.

 Then he had a sort of grimace, he took her by the nape of the neck, holding her hair, turning her over and pinning her against the wall and suddenly pulling her towards him with force, then he entered suddenly, pressing slowly without weakening in front of her cries of pain... Arriving at the bottom of her ass, he moved gently, caressing her button and all her slit, her thighs and her pubis with one hand, pinching and squeezing her breasts with the other, she then felt the pain diminish in favor of pleasure.

 As he fucked her again with force, going back and forth in her burning and tight sheath, he grunted and moaned with pleasure, she herself began to feel the pleasure surge, from the depths of her belly, accentuated by the caresses and pinches on her body… then shaken by spasms under the hurricane of pleasure which invaded her, invading from top to bottom all her body with vibrations and jolts of extreme sensations… The man ejaculated deep in her ass, moaning and grunting again, flooding her with his burning sperm which set her on fire, and with crude words which accentuated her sensations…

 Then he didn't pull out and began to urinate abundantly into the female slave's anus, a piss that went deep into her bowels. She felt the warm liquid enter her intestines. Then at the end of a long anal intercourse, he pulled out of this ass he had just abused.

 The Master ordered slave 760 to lie on her back, then she, who had just been taken doggy style and under the order of her Master, came to squat on the face of the slave legs very apart. She came to offer her ass to be cleaned with the slave's tongue, the anus overflowing with sperm and dripping with piss...