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Chapter 9 The Ordeals
Despite orders from Harold to be ready in twenty minutes, being the perfect gentleman, I had stood back to let Tanya and Elspeth climb out of the Jacuzzi before me. Those few seconds proved to be critical. So it was that I hadn't quite made it in time, whilst Tanya and Elspeth were lying naked (since we had all had our clothes confiscated) on top of the luxurious double bed as instructed.
As there were no covers to the bed, they were completely exposed to the burly dyke who entered wearing only a black leather waistcoat, black leather shorts, and a pair of high heeled leather boots. Her black body hair matched the colour of her attire. In one hand she held a short riding crop.
"I'm Greta, head of Compliance," she announced, with a strong German accent. "Which concentration camp were you in charge of?" I wondered, knowing better than to say it out loud. "Why are you not on the bed, Ian?" Greta snapped. "I - I - I was al -almost there," I stammered. "Almost is not good enough" she said. "Down on all fours, immediately!" I complied. Kneeling down, I was soon on knees and elbows. "Lower!" she commanded, "Put your shoulders to the ground, and spread your knees - but wide!" She indicated how wide by tapping the inside of my thigh until the separation satisfied her.
This meant my arse was protruding high above the rest of me, its crack wide open, and my balls prominent. She played the business end of her riding crop teasingly up and down the open groove of my arse as her hand stroked my bollocks. Then she cracked her riding crop, first on the chair by the desk, and second, on my balls. Wow! That stung. I could hear the girls drawing breath.
"Girls, your turn! Teach him obedience." Greta handed the riding crop to Tanya. "Feel the target area first," she advised. "That stimulates and therefore tautens the scrotum, giving the impact of the whip the maximum sting."
Elspeth went first. She lingered over the fingering, teasing my slowly rising cock, before she attacked my balls with the riding crop. Thwack! Phew! My balls would be black and blue tomorrow!
Then it was Tanya's turn. I felt her fingers lightly stroking my bollocks, and then gave me a very gentle stroke with the crop
"Not hard enough Tanya! I'll teach you how to chastise a pair of testicles!" she sneered. "You may rise!" she said to me. "Tanya," she continued, "down on all fours, like Ian."
Tanya got down on to her knees and shoulders, and the lips of her vagina were exposed. Greta extracted a vibrator from the leg of one of her boots, and, pulling the lips of Tanya's cunt apart with one hand, slid the vibrator right in with the other. She switched it on at full throttle, whilst stroking her buttocks.
After couple of minutes Greta went into action, the vibrator still in place.
Thwack! Thwack! Greta caught Tanya a couple of stingers on her buttocks.
Then she removed the vibrator, and gave her two equally hard strokes across the lips of her cunt.
"Don't ever disobey orders again. When I say maximum sting, that's what I want. Now, all of you, hands on heads, and follow me."
I noticed that we were no longer handcuffed, presumably because we by now had learned that it did not pay to disobey instructions.
The three of us were led through the vast myriad of corridors in the castle to a large kitchen, where Dermot was busy working, washing up, naked, of course, and chained by the ankle to an iron ring at the base of the sink. He was on a very short rein.
"This evening we are hosting a dinner for local dignitaries," explained Greta. "Mostly, they are prudes. Let's see how they react to naked wine waiters."
I gulped. Local dignitaries? "We're expected to walk out there naked amongst a crowd of VIPs, without warning, and calmly ask them for their wine orders?" I asked. "No! Not naked!" replied Greta. "Put these on. You'll look the part in these."
Greta handed the girls a black garter, to which was affixed a red carnation.
She gave me a black slip-on bow tie, on a red velvet elastic neck band, and a small leather pouch affixed to a narrow black leather strap with a buckle. "The girls will be taking the orders. You will be bringing out the wine and collecting the cash. The guests have been asked to pay a donation to charity in exchange for their wine. They won't require change. They'll place their donation directly in your pouch. Here, let me fix it on you."
Greta slipped her hands between my legs, and buckled the strap on tightly right at the top of my right thigh, with the pouch facing inwards . I looked around. The starters were already going out. Greta gave the girls a clipboard each with their allocated table numbers, and sent them out. "You'll follow in a couple of minutes," she told me.
As the girls circulated I heard the hubbub of conversation hush. There was a deadly silence. Then someone started clapping, and soon the whole gathering was cheering the girls. I poked my head out of the door, and watched them running the gauntlet of hands pinching their bare bums, and the braver ones touching them up between the legs. Even some of the ladies were at it, giggling to each other.
"Off you go!" ordered Greta, propelling me out of the door. I walked up to the first table. The eight people sitting at it did a double take. "Your wine money, please," I requested.
The four men, holding the cash, expecting to be approached by another naked female, quickly passed their money over to the wives. The women beamed, each in turn holding the pouch open with one hand, and fiddling with the other which had no choice but to push my balls out of the way to slip the money in. There were ten tables in all, and by the time I reached the end of the circuit, both my testicles and penis had been moved aside and stroked, often more than necessary, by guests of both sexes, with the result that I ended up with a hard on.
Relieved I had finished, I took the money back in to Greta, who unbuckled the pouch, and took the bow tie off, leaving me completely naked once again. "You may sit, for a break, while the guests eat," she said. I took a seat beside Elspeth and Tanya. Dermot was also sitting in the row.
"What are we hanging about for?" I asked, innocently. "The floor show. You are it!" sneered Greta, with a twisted smile on her face. "What do we have to do?" I asked. "Whatever the guests demand!" chortled Greta. "Don't worry, I will be there to clarify their demands, and to ensure you carry them out to their satisfaction!"
As the waiters started bringing in the dirty dessert dishes, Greta fastened studded leather collars around our necks, to each of which she attached a stainless steel chain. At this moment, in walked a massive man, with long black hair and beard, wearing a leather waistcoat and leather trousers. Greta introduced him as Hans, and handed him the handles on the end of the chains.
The waiters had started serving coffee, and Greta walked in to the banqueting room, taking her place on the small stage at one end. "Ladies and gentlemen! We now have, for your pleasure, your wine waiters, who return to entertain you!" she announced. With that, Hans barked "Follow!" and dragged us all on to the stage. He clipped our chains on to four separate rings set in the wall.
"For those of you that didn't get close to them during the meal, they are now at your disposal. You may come up on the stage, and inspect them. Feel quite uninhibited about it - they can't go far. They are on a two foot rein."
A couple of dozen people swarmed up on the stage, and soon there were hands all over us, pinching backsides, feeling tits, and squeezing balls. Five minutes elapsed, and Greta called a halt. "Back to your tables, ladies and gentlemen. These fine naked beasts will now perform for you. May I have a request?" asked Greta. "You may order these slaves to do anything you wish!"
A large woman in her fifties sitting at the nearest table put her hand up! "Bring me the two men! I want to taste their pricks!" she squealed.
Hans released our leashes, and dragged Dermot and myself over to the fat one. He inserted the flat of his hands between our legs, in turn, to part them. "Wide for the lady!" he shouted. The fat one chose me first. She took my prick in her hand, and fed it into her mouth. I could feel her sucking, and her tongue moving around relentlessly. After a while she released me, half hard, and sampled Dermot's prick. When she had finished with him, a pompous man of about seventy on the next table, shouted "The dirty bastards! Bring them over here!"
Hans dragged us over. "I want the tall on to lie face up on our table!" he demanded. That was me.
Hans pushed me forward, and I climbed up and lay down, wondering what was coming. "Now I want the other one on top of him in the 69 position. I want to see them sucking each other!"
Dermot got up, and happily obliged. I took his prick in my mouth, but he decided to have hors d'oeuvres, and began by licking my bollocks, before chewing on my prick. I could feel Dermot enlarging dramatically, and was beginning to get worried at the prospect of him coming in my mouth, when we were ordered to stop. We dismounted the table.
A woman on the next table called for the two girls, and demanded they sit on the edge of their table with their legs apart, and lie back flat. Every occupant of the table then proceeded to finger their clitorises, and wander into their cunts with their fingers. Then Dermot and I were called over, to lick the girls until they were groaning. It wasn't long before they could bear it no longer. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" sobbed Tanya.
With no more ado, I stopped licking her, and, already having developed a full erection, positioned myself standing between her legs in front of the table, so as to insert myself into her cunt. I suddenly felt the chain on my collar tighten, and I was dragged away from her. "No you don't!" ordered Hans. "Slaves don't get to fuck. They either get fucked, or get tossed off!" He handed the chains to Greta, and pulled his trousers off to reveal a massive rigid cock. He rammed it into Tanya with great gusto, and slid it backwards and forwards until he came, and Tanya shuddered with ecstasy.
"Bring the tall one back to me!" called the fat lady, who had started the proceedings. I was dragged back by Greta. "Poor thing!" she said sarcastically, causing a laugh all round. "Did he want to come inside her?" Her companion requested that Greta order me up on to the table. When I was in position, four pairs of hands pinned me down by wrists and ankles, well spread out. "Hans shall show us how good he is at tossing off!" suggested the fat one. "Tell him to make this one come. And tell him to make sure we all get a good view!"
The whole company of guests gathered round and jostled for position until they were satisfied they could see my naked form. I was helpless, pinioned by four pairs of hands, and being ogled by about a hundred strangers, if you include the kitchen and waiting staff, who had wandered in to watch the fun.
It didn't seem much like fun to me, and I was squirming, trying to escape the iron grip in which I was held.
The crowd around me had left a gap, which was now filled by Hans, still trouserless from shagging Tanya. He looked fierce. He lightly ran his fingers over me from arsehole to glans a few times, as if getting familiar with the territory. Then, seeing as I had a hard on already, he grasped me by the shaft, and vigorously if not somewhat visciously, pumped away relentlessly. He sensed when I was on the verge of coming, and removing his grasp, held my prick dead upright with the tips of his thumb and two fingers, so that I gave a marvellous display as I came, shooting bursts high into the air.
To the applause of the audience, Greta announced the end of the cabaret. Hans grabbed a serviette off the table, and roughly dried me, and then led us all by our chains to the stage, where we were forced to take a bow before leaving.
The four of us were taken back to the bedroom where we had spent the night, and Greta unshackled us. "Have a good night's sleep!" bade Greta. "Tomorrow you return home!"
The four of us fell into the jacuzzi, and luxuriously washed the bubbles over each other. We tumbled out, and dried each other, all four of us cuddling up very closely together on the one king size bed. There were still no covers, but it was warm enough, and in each other's arms, we all fell asleep almost instantly.
Tomorrow, I supposed, it would be Jane and Clive again....
To be continued ....