The slave who was to be used for the Sapphic Sisterhood’s amusement almost stumbled when entering the room, assisted by two members of the Society who supported her as she walked to the brightly-lit stage. The girl, a true masochist, had had most of her hair chopped off and had apparently been horribly abused. Shackles had been placed on her ankles, locked so tight she could barely walk, and her wrists were cuffed behind her as she shuffled forward. The beautiful young girl’s ample breasts jiggled and swung as she tried to walk, but her nakedness also showed the extent of the damage. The slave had been brutally whipped and caned from head to foot and was covered with red lines from the lashing and the flogging she had endured. Her puffy nipples and vulva had apparently been tortured. Then someone—a man, surely—had beaten her skillfully, leaving bruises on her thighs and ribcage. Bits of blood showed on her split lips and her mascara had run from sobbing and begging and the perspiration from her delicious, wonderful suffering. The girl looked to be only sixteen. The Sisters were excited to see how well the girl would endure her sexual torment in the next hour or two. Members, all of whom were also naked, all of whom were eager for sex, began touching each others’ private parts, their sex organs aroused and made wet by the mere sight of the shackled young woman in their midst.
The girl relished the beating she had received. As a masochist, she liked being whipped and pissed on, slapped and kicked and fucked up the ass by either men or women. If she had been told to suck off a two month-old baby boy while being cornholed she would have instantly sucked the little baby’s cock and licked and sucked on his ballsack. The beautiful slim young woman had only two switches: pleasure/pain. Now onstage, she stood there in the spotlight, her gaze humble and downcast and hopeless. Her pussy was waxed and completely bare. The shackles made it difficult to move, and her hands, hand-cuffed behind her, thrust her breasts forward. They had reddish-brown, pointed nipples. Her blonde hair had been chopped off with a scissors, but her facial features—despite the purple bruises—were clean and delicate.
Then a monotone woman’s voice was heard over the loudspeaker. She had a British accent.
“Piss for us,” she told the slave.
The woman onstage straightened up, and tried to focus. Almost a minute went by. Then some piss dribbled down her leg.
“More. Faster, slave.”
The woman’s pussy suddenly gave a burst of piss, flooding her legs and the floor. The slave hopped as she urinated on herself.
The sixteen year-old girl hung her head and began to sob at the humiliation.
“On your knees, whore. You’re a worthless slut. Look at you. Now lick up your own warm piss. Roll in it! Bathe your face in it, smear your tits.”
With great effort, the shackled, worthless cunt managed to fight the restraints and bring herself to her knees. Her cuffed hands made her large tits swing obscenely. Struggling not to pitch sideways, the pretty slave kneeled and bent down and began to lick up her urine from the lake of pee. She had to struggle, and extend her tongue way out to get her tongue into the puddle.
“Good, slave! Good! Lap it up like a dog. Be a real bitch. Lick! Lick! Lick up your own piss, you worthless cocksucking ball-sucking cunt-whore! By God’s balls lick it up!”
The slave lapped and lapped, sobbing the whole time. Then she suddenly fell sideways, her cheeks splattered in the urine. She just kept sobbing and kicking and saying “No, no!”
“Get up you cock-sucking slut!”, said the British voice, offstage. “Did you suck your father or something? Did you drain your Daddy’s balls, eat his sperm? Is that why you’re here on this stage? Who the hell are you, anyway?”
At this point two massive, muscle-bound fully-clothed black men appeared from the back. They had full beards. They wore grey work clothes, covering them from wrists to ankles. One man carried a large tub of greenish water with a lid on it. An electric cattle prod hung at his hip. The other man helped the dazed girl to her feet and stood her up.
“What do you say to us for giving you the gift of abusing you, slave?”, came the remorseless voice.
“Thank you, Mistress,” mumbled the young girl.
“What?”
“THANK YOU!, Oh my God don’t hurt me anymore!”
“The men will now feed a large eel up your ass. Bend forward. What do you say to your Mistresses?”
The girl just sobbed. She bent at the waist and her wrists were uncuffed.
“Spread your ass-cheeks, whore,” said the even-toned voice.
The sixteen year-old reached back and pulled open her lovely marked ass-cheeks while one of the men steadied her at the shoulders so she wouldn’t fall as she was sodomized by the animal. The other man reached into the tub of brackish water and brought out a four foot, slippery, silver eel. It was very thick. The man, who was experienced at this, butted the animal’s head skillfully up against the girl’s asshole and began to feed the eel up into the young woman’s shitter very slowly and carefully. It slid in smoothly and began whipping and turning and gyrating immediately. The girl’s eyes bugged out. She began screaming and jumping up and down comically. This had never been done to her before.
“EEEEE….EEEE….EEEE!! Get it out! Oh my…I’m being ass-raped!! I’m being raped!! Please don’t let an—an animal rape me…I’m only sixteen! Don’t make me—get fucked…”
The black man told her to squat and try to “shit” the snake out but it was hopeless. The audience laughed. The woman kept straining. Then he jerked her up and stated rubbing her breasts and touching her womanly parts. He started kissing her as she tried to pull away, as the audience kept laughing.
“Oh God, my ass, my ass—I can feel it in there so deep!”
She kissed the black man and started bargaining.
“L-let me, let suck your cock, I’ll suck it real good for you, sir, if you take it out, please, sir, let me suck your cock! I’m a good cocksucker, sir!.”
Then the tears came again.
The man pulled away and the girl stood there, twisting uncomfortably as the eel twisted and violated her, deep within her bowels.
The voice intoned,
“Slave, you’re a worthless sixteen year old whore and whores get fucked by animals if we say so. Are you grateful for being used?”
There was silence. The piss-covered whore sniffled, defeated.
“Well, are you whore? You might want to say yes. Do you want to be shocked?”
The black man with the cattle prod stood up.
“Thank you, y-yes. THANK YOU!, Mistress!”
“For what?,” asked the voice.
“For…for…putting an eel up my ass.”
“Say, ‘I love having an eel up my young ass.’”
“I love having an eel up my young ass.”
“My tender young ass.”
“My tender young ass.”
The audience began laughing at the slave.
Then the whore was seated on a chair—screaming occasionally from the internal violation of the spinning eel. One of the men fetched what looked like a half-barrel with a long cord attached and positioned it sideways to the audience. The audience was ramping up its orgy. Shrieks were heard throughout the room. Women were cumming and pissing and rimming babies and children. In the meantime, the other black man was rigging a high steel pole with a sturdy hook on it, a pole fully-supported and braced and unmoving. In front of the barrel were attached two hand rests. So, there was the barrel, the hand-rests for the slave to grip and the pole with a hook, in a line. The last thing the black men did was hang a heavy gallon glass jar, stoppered, on the hook with an aluminum spigot. It was full of a yellowish whitish liquid. The men made a final check of the arrangement. Then they unlocked the slave’s shackles and walked her over to the barrel. She was lowered onto the device, and one of the men spread the young girl’s labia wide, very delicately fitting her drooping, hooded clitoris directly down onto the mesh metal surface of the barrel. Her hands rested loosely on the hand-rests. The woman’s mouth—it appeared—could barely reach the spigot of the gallon jar to suck the fluid from the container if she leaned far enough forward.
The black man stood in front of the slave, unzipped his pants, hauled out his dick silently and pointed to it. It was still soft. The woman collared the man’s huge cock-head and started sucking and licking the hairy black man’s penis. His balls were literally the size of oranges. Her pink tongue dragged over the man’s stubbly fat ballsack. She was soon bobbing on his erect member. Then suddenly, the man pulled his dick out of her mouth, stashed his prick in his pants once again, and slapped the woman so hard her teeth rattled. He spit on her contemptuously. Now she started blubbering again, her hopes betrayed.
“Not for sale bitch,” sneered the man. “You don’t deserve my load, animal slut. Enjoy that eel.”
The black man left the stage, leaving only the man with the prod, holding a small black device. He fiddled with it and the young woman gave an audible gasp. Then she gasped louder, and blurted out in a loud voice,
“Oh. Oh my god!”
Then a radiant smile spread across her face. Her chest started to heave, and an audible buzz was heard in the room. But suddenly it stopped and the slave’s shoulders slumped again.
The British voice began a long explanation.
“You are sitting, slave, on a sybarian vibrator. Its vibrations run in an increasing intensity from zero to twenty. Most young women reach an intense orgasm around a twelve. You just received a six. At sixteen you’ll do anything, just to keep the voltage coming your way. Now, in front of you is a jar of horse semen—quite a lot of it to drink. A whole fucking gallon of it. Wonderful nourishment for you. You have to drink all of it. Our technicians have rigged it with a “suction chip” that loops information back to the sybarian—the more you suck, the harder you suck, the more voltage and pleasure you will receive from the sybarian you’re on. If you refuse to drink the semen you will be shocked by our associate until you do. The horse cum was milked out of two animals less than thirty minutes ago—it has been slightly warmed up. The sperm is living. You will eat living horse sperm—a gallon of it. It’s up to you to do it in a fun way, with plenty of guaranteed pleasure. Or the hard way. Now start sucking, lucky girl.”
The slave leaned forward and strained hard to get the nozzle into her mouth. It was positioned so she had to work at it—but finally she got her lips around it and began sucking. She sucked harder and horse sperm began to leak out of the corners of her mouth. The audible vibrations began and the young woman began to twist. The eel in her ass was getting agitated too. The girl kept drinking the semen steadily.
“AhUhhmmm…AhUhmmm…” she groaned.
She sucked and sucked as the audience licked and sucked each other’s cunts. Sharp moans were heard. Dogs began fucking young girls of twelve, lesbian daughters rimmed out their mothers and soon the room was filled with the bestial sounds of orgasm and shrieks of pleasure. Horse jism ran down the slave’s chin and pooled onto her tits. Suddenly the slave erupted in orgasm from the pulses.
“EEEEEEE,” she shrieked. “EEEEEEEEE! EEEEEE!”
Then again she began sucking hungrily at the spigot, nursing it in a frenzy, nursing like one possessed. The vibrations increased. Less than an eighth of the jism had disappeared into the possessed cum-whore’s belly. Perspiration glistened on her forehead, but she focused only on sucking. She moved her clitoris slightly, hoping to increase every ounce of her pleasure.
“I want more—more—more sperm!,” she cried. She collared the spigot.
Then the bitch orgasmed again, screaming. She had forgotten now—she positively enjoyed—the eel twisting furiously in her teenage rectum. Her pelvic region as a whole was one large zone of cumming. She couldn’t tell where her clit or her ass began or ended. But suddenly she froze. She pulled off the bottle and hung her head, long strings of horse cum dripping from her mouth. She coughed and tried to clear her mouth.
“Omg,” said. “I’m sick! I—I—”
Then teen vomited for the first time. She had swallowed too much of the rich, pearly, thickened horse semen, and swallowed it too fast.
“Oh, oh…I have to pause, I want more sperm, but—I”
The black man’s arm moved so fast she never saw him. Her right nipple was shocked. There was an actual blue spark.
The girl hollered at the top of her lungs. Her urine burst. Then the man stepped up and slapped her.
“No slowing down bitch,!” he yelled, pointing to the spigot. “Drink that horse cum, white bitch!”, he cried furiously.
Her bruised and battered face was covered in urine and horse jizz, the milky horse jizz covering her face. It leaked from her nose. Her eyes were so full of tears they were red. But she quickly started sucking, as commanded. She was terrified of the man’s brutality and the spark of the prod. She wanted the voracious, all-consuming pleasure of the sybarian, but she couldn’t keep down the animal cum; but if she tried to rest or throw up she was knew she would be shocked. Somehow she kept sucking….and cumming. She was delirious with cumming. The inside of the sixteen year-old woman’s mouth was coated with a thick layer of horse sperm. It coated her tongue, bathed her cheeks and washed over her gums. This is what made her sick—even her nostrils were clogged. Suddenly the girl vomited all over herself—she vomited pure horse jism. Her belly was full of it. Instead of shocking her the man stepped forward, grabbed her head and forced it back down on the spigot.
“Suck you fucker. You miserable horse-slut!”
As she sucked she orgasmed again from the vibrations. Finally, the bottle was empty. The bitch had drained a gallon of actual live horse semen into her stomach. She nearly passed out.
“You have done well slave. We shall reward our associates by giving you to them for the rest of the night. You will couple with dogs. And every one of your holes will be used as they may wish. Take her away.”
The two well-muscled black men with the beards dragged her away, screaming, to a back room, and soon she could be heard screaming “No, no!”
There was general agreement among the Society’s members the next day—when all the Ecstasy had worn off—that the slave actually liked it all because “girls like her” love abuse to begin with. They also agreed that perhaps the use of a much younger girl next time would be still better, because she would be that much more innocent.