As Benect’s finger slid into her ass, Nayare looked back, seeing him staring at her ass with a yearning, and realized she had deprived him in her rush to punish the bitch she was slamming under her. A feeling of remorse for her behavior crept into her fevered brain, and coupled with her lust. Suddenly she knew what he needed, and was surprised to realize that she needed it as well. Taking his cock in her hand, she pulled him gently behind her.
What was she up too Benect wondered. He followed her gentle tug instinctively as she pulled him right behind her. His hands went to her breasts and he bit her gently on the neck, making her body quiver in anticipation. She leaned back onto his strong young body as she continued to urge him forward. When his cock rubbed the cleft of her ass he hesitated, not sure that she was suggesting what it seemed. Did she really want him in her ass again? Could he? Benect couldn’t live with the notion of hurting her violently again. When she leaned forward, dragging him with her, his cock nestled against puckered hole of her anus. This motion caused the fake cock to thrust back into Beyaja’s abused hole, and her moan made his hips jerk, pushing the tip of his cock into Nayare’s tight anal ring. She winced, and he nearly pulled away, but she softly whispered “it’s ok; I want you to have your pleasure in my ass.”
She then lay forward onto Beyaja’s back thrusting the peg to its hilt in her bottom and awaited her lover’s cock. He debated no longer, and slowly, ever so slowly slid into her tight back door. Nayare felt wonderful. Certainly the stretched and abused tissue hurt some, but the joy of giving him her body took over, and as he thrust deeper and faster she groaned in real pleasure. As she began to hunch against him, the fake cock slid in and out of Beyaja’s tight hole, causing her moan’s and Nayare’s to join in a symphony Benect could not resist. Grabbing Nayare’s hips he began fucking her butt in earnest, drawing out till only the head remained in her sweet ass before thrusting himself deeply into her. The two women began to come almost at the same moment, and their combined cries were more than Benect could resist and as he thrust into her ass once more, he came.
It was a long while before any of them moved, both of the women still impaled in the ass. When Benect finally rose, and withdrew his cock, Nayare gave Beyaja one more harsh thrust and withdrew the peg from her. “Did I hurt you this time?” Benect asked.
“Oh lover, it hurt badly, so bad that you need to fuck me like that every day!” she replied.
“Well, since I am to be slave to you both now, and bound to your will, I do hope you plan to punish me as often as possible” Beyaja said from the bed.
Benect wondered if he would be able to keep up with these two lusty slave girls, let alone service the Mistress when she demanded his cock.
Benect Unbound
Scene 1 – Services Rendered
Nayare was still upset, but she had certainly gotten her revenge. Beyaja was still chained in her and Benect’s quarters, where she would stay as their sex slave until the Mistress demanded her released. Though technically she was still bound to Benect herself, the growing love between them made that a pleasant servitude. Chances were that their love would only lead to pain, or even trouble. They both were the property of the Mistress, and when she discovered their affection for one another; she would most likely separate them. Benect would probably be sent to the fields to work anyway when the Mistress tired of him, while she would serve in the house until her appearance faded, then she would either be sold or given to the field workers as a reward for their hard labor. In this world, they had to take their pleasure while they could, and accept that it could not be forever.
It had been four days now since Beyaja had been caught in the baths. Tomorrow, the tribunal would settle the perpetrator’s fates, and the day after they would be returning to the Mistresses country home. What would happen then was anyone’s guess, so she assumed she and Benect had but a night, perhaps two to enjoy their time before they risked separation; perhaps separation for life. These less than pleasant realities filled her mind as she waited for Benect to finish his duties for the Mistress, hoping that his labors left him not too exhausted or spent to service her carnal lusts.
As Nayare waited, so did Benect. The Mistress had summoned him, but since the summons had had him sitting and waiting in her bedchamber. That had been some hours earlier. When she did arrive, it was with a young soldier, hardly older than Benect in tow. Benect sat motionless, awaiting the Mistress’s instructions as she led the young man to the bed. She seemed to ignore him altogether as the young man embraced her tightly, his hands settling on her firm buttocks and squeezing as he pulled her into his kiss.
“So this is the slave you spoke of” he said after breaking the passionate kiss, never letting go of her succulent ass.
“Yes, he will do. I think you’ll find the experience most gratifying.” Benect was a bit concerned at this, though he knew several slaves who willingly took same sex lovers; the idea of being used by another man was not something he relished.
“Come here slave” the solder said.
Benect hesitated until the Mistress looked over her shoulder at him, her dress already hanging off her shoulders, exposing most of her firm breasts. Benect approached slowly, fearful of what might be expected of him.
The Mistress giggled, “Carlton, I do believe he thinks you are going to bugger him!” she said.
“Fear not, slave, I’ve no interest buggery” Carlton said with a laugh.
Benect was relieved at these words, but still, he had to wonder what it was the Mistress desired of him. As the soldier pulled open her dress and completely exposed her pendulous breast’s he turned back to Benect. “You and I slave are going to perform some buggery, but not on one another. Your mistress has laid wager that she can take my cock in her lovely bottom, allowing me to rut in her ass until I fill it with seed. No lady has managed this before.” As he said this he was releasing the clasp of his belt, and letting his pants fall to the floor he said “usually when they see this they won’t even make the attempt”.
Benect could not believe his eyes, the “pole” the soldier referred to looked almost as long as his foot, hanging limp from his groin. He could not imagine what wager the Mistress had made, but he was certainly glad the boy did not favor his sex, he anus quivered at the very thought of being spiked on such a huge tool.
“Since I am a fair man, I have allowed her one slave to prepare the passage, and as you prepare her, she shall prepare me. Frankly I hope she wins, and takes my manservant from me as per our bet, but if she loses, I will have my pleasure with the young slaves’ ass just the same.”
Did he mean Nayare? Had the Mistress actually wagered a slave against this man? As he pondered this, the Mistress’s dress fell to the floor. As the soldier sat back on the bed, she bent over, taking the tip of his enormous cock into her mouth. Imperiously, she shook her shapely ass at Benect, and he stepped forward to stretch his Mistress’s tightest orifice.
As Benect stepped up behind his Mistress she handed him a small vial of pungent oil. As she sucked the soldiers cock, she was rubbing her clit in short fast circles bent over in front of him. Pouring some of the oil onto her exposed anus, he worked it into her opening with his fingers. In moments, he was thrusting two fingers in and out of the Mistress’s tight back passage, as she moaned loudly on the soldier’s cock. Streams of her viscous saliva were running down his organ as she worked to take as much of him as possible into her wet mouth. Benect poured another dollop of the oil onto the head of his own cock, and placed it against her tight little rectum.
Pushing gently as he pulled open her buttocks he slowly stretched her anal ring until his oiled tool slid into her ass. He could feel her anus resisting the intrusion of his cock, and wondered how she could ever manage the monstrosity currently pumping itself slowly into her throat.
Benect placed his hands on her hips, and gently slid into her ass until he could go no farther. He began pumping her slowly, gently fucking her tight little bum. After a few minutes of this she began to t
hrust back harder, wanting him to take her faster, to truly prepare her for the buggery that the soldier was to perform upon her delicate back passage. Benect began to thrust into her harder, building speed slowly as he shoved himself in hard. In minutes her backside was giggling under the assault of his thrusts, and she was grunting in pleasure. When she came, the soldier shoved her head down on his cock, gagging her.
With a chuckle he said “well lady, I do believe it is time to shove this big root in your ass. If you liked that boy buggering your bottom, you’re going to love this!” With a wicked grin, he looked at Benect. “I still have need of you slave, I’ll not have her exciting her little love button with her hands. You will restrain her while I skewer her sweet butt upon my spear.”
Benect looked to the Mistress, who though appearing nervous now, nodded for him to follow the soldier’s instructions. “Get on your knees lady, wouldn’t want you pulling away involuntarily” he said with a smile. Pushing her forward, she sprawled face first on a pillow arms stretched forward above her head. “Slave, kneel by her head and hold her arms firm. She may lose the wager, but I will have my first thrust either way.” As Benect followed his orders as his Mistress commanded he got an unobstructed view of the man’s cock. It was easily over a foot in length and as thick as a small loaf. Her saliva still coated his rigid tool. Standing behind her, he placed a hand on her lower back, pushing her face down into Benect’s lap, and with his other lined up the big cock with the comparatively tiny orifice of her ass. “Hold her tight boy” he said. As Benect held her hands the soldier lowered himself thrusting into her in one long slow stroke. The whimpering of his Mistress grew in pitch almost to a squeal as she bit down on her own lip. She was groaning loudly when he leaned forward, his massive tool buried to his balls in her tight ass.
“Do you yield the bet lady? Or shall I begin fucking you into submission?” he whispered huskily.
Benect thought for certain that the Mistress would yield, and beg him to remove the huge tool from her. She was whimpering, and tears streamed from her eyes, but in a few moments she collected herself enough to whisper in a quavering voice, “please continue milord”.
Shaking his head in wonder, the soldier hooked his heels in front of her knees, and began pounding her ass with long hard forceful strokes. Reaching forward while riding her ass in this fashion he grabbed her breasts squeezing them so hard they reddened. She was wailing now, his brutal assault on her ass was forcing her to her limits, and he showed no sign of relenting.
In spite of himself, Benect began to get aroused again. He had witnessed slaves forced into such submission in his life, but never a Lord or Lady. Something in his mind changed, and he found himself free of the shackles that had held his mind since his early childhood. He realized for the first time that what separated him and other slaves from their Masters was power, not position. They were shackled more by thinking their Masters were in some way superior to them, than by the actual chains that held them secure!
Carlton watched the slave grow more and more aroused at the sight of his Mistress being ass fucked so hard. He saw the look in the young man’s eyes and knew that in time this slave was going to rebel in one way or another. He thought to himself, “well, if this bitch won’t surrender to my buggery then I shall add another humiliation, and failing that, at least I will have a joyous time making the prissy slut take it like a slave.” Releasing her breasts, he grabbed her head, and lifted it, shoving it towards Benect’s throbbing cock. Benect could not believe it, but his Mistress’s last instruction was to do as the soldier commanded, so he stayed in place as the soldier rubbed her face on his cock. Taking a handful of her hair in one hand he pulled and yanked on it, getting her attention as he reached under and pinched a nipple so hard she screamed. As her mouth opened to scream out in pain, he thrust her forward shoving her head down onto Benect’s now raging cock, so hard that her lips were bruised between his pubic bone and her own teeth. She gagged around his cock, and he wanted desperately to withdraw, but the soldier forced her to keep his cock deep in her throat.
Relaera was every much regretting this bet by the time he had buried his cock in her ass that first stroke. It had seemed a simple way to gain a slave, she loved a good sized cock in her ass, but she had not counted on a horse cock! If he was not being such a bastard about it, he could indeed have been a joy to bed, and she could imagine having had him to the country for a season to enjoy. Hell, she’d have given him Nayare and Beyaja to anally rape all he wanted, but this cocky bastard wanted to make her submit to him. That simply would never happen. When he pinched her nipple as a ploy to make her swallow the slave’s cock, she had gagged at both the sudden intrusion, and the thought of where that cock had just been. All she could taste was the oil she had made him use on her thankfully, but the idea that he had just pulled this cock from her own ass moments before made her gag the more. Carlton was enjoying it though, the bastard, and she determined then not to let him have one bit of power over her. Cupping her hands around the slave’s ass, she started sucking him, swallowing over and over again around the head of his cock lodged deep in her throat, and at the same time arched her back and started working her ass on the huge phallus impaling her.
Carlton couldn’t believe his eyes; slave’s usually wailed for minutes or longer after he spent his seed in their asses, often causing him to repeat his assault in his excitement. None took everything he had and ground on it! Obviously Relaera was a depraved woman, and sucking the slave off who had just had a go at her ass himself. “Fuck her mouth slave!” he demanded, still desperate to break her. Benect followed his instructions and taking her head in his hands pumped his cock in and out of Relaera’s mouth, his excitement building to the breaking point.
With a grunt, Benect came in the Mistress’s mouth, filling her throat and making her cough. Some of his semen leaked from her nose as she coughed and gagged around his cock, and the site was more than Carlton could take, with a cry of mixed glory and defeat he drove his big cock into her ass one last time and filled her bowels with his cum. As he did, he pinched both her nipples as hard as he could, trying one last time to break her as he spilled his seed into her still thrusting ass. Rather than yield to his final assault, he found to his despair that she came, hunching back against him as though desperate to get more of him.
Benect did not move as the Carlton pulled out of her, causing only a barely perceptible whimper to escape her lips. He tried to stand but fell back onto the bed completely spent. The Mistress was made of sterner stuff, and rose shakily to her feet. She looked hard at Benect, and he feared he would suffer for his part in this. A moment later, having collected herself, she turned to the soldier. “I will be by tomorrow after the tribunal to collect my new man. Have him cleaned and oiled. Now get out of my villa, before I have Benect here bugger you whether he likes boys or not!”
Carlton, his face red with shame and defeat, nodded as he gathered his pants and withdrew from the room. “Benect, you follow orders too well for your own good perhaps. I will call on you in the morning and we shall discuss this! You will not share what happened here with anyone.”
“Yes Mistress” he said as he headed for the bathes. He wanted the scent of the Mistress and her oils off his skin before returning to Nayare.
Scene 2 – Beyaja’s Pledge
When he returned to the room he and Nayare shared, he found her laying back on the bed as Beyaja knelt between her legs, slowly licking her pussy in an almost loving manner. Benect felt that it was only right now that Nayare had agreed to end her punishment that they unchain her, and indeed they had, but Beyaja had looked at him crossly and then relocked the shackle on her wrist. Nayare spent her days of labor dreaming up new and degrading ways of using the former head slave, and they spent their nights trying these out. Beyaja for her part seemed to love it, encouraging Nayare afterward when she thought of something truly devious.
Benect couldn’t imagine being so submissive, and feared this was a ruse to find a
means of retaliation, but Beyaja appeared utterly happy to serve in any way she was told, or could conceive of on her own. When he sat at the edge of the bed he noticed that Nayare was asleep, and that despite this, Beyaja had continued licking her labia gently. Perhaps she had started to do so after Nayare went to sleep; there was no knowing with Beyaja. She moved from between Nayare’s long bronze legs as he sat down, and moved to place her head in his lap. He was tired from the stress and labor of the Mistress’s bet, but when she gently sucked the tip of his manhood into her mouth he began to harden. She did not move, but simply allowed the expanding member to expand right into her throat, all the while gently licking and sucking it. His erection was almost painful; he had been in a near constant state of arousal for almost a week now.
As he turned to look at Nayare, he found her looking at him with a soft smile. “My master, would you have her swallow your seed, or would you rather take one of us in cunt or ass?” She asked.
He was so tired, but her words made him admit something. “I would sooner you tell me what it is you wish, for I do not wish to possess you, but to share my life with you.” It was Nayare now who had something that she must face. She knew she loved him, but as long as he would treat her as a slave, she could pretend that they were not playing with fire to have such feelings. She could not imagine being separated from him now, it would kill her.
Beyaja listened to the words spoken and felt the emotions as tangible as iron in the room. These two had little chance of success, and almost certainly they would not be together long, but the torture they had brought to her had taught her the most important lesson about herself. She could not function as a leader; it was only through the most degrading servitude that she could find peace and happiness.
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