A Clockwork OrgasmbyCastleDJK©
Based on the novel by Anthony Burgess
"What's it going to be, then, eh?"
There was me, Domina Alex, and I was going out for another night out at the Korova, it being a little past the 12 stroke and the club just starting to slam. And I got all gussed up in my black lace glorycovers and black lace vickies, and put on my black vinyl thigh highs with the six inchers. P and M were fast asleep, having taken their sleepers hours ago, so I slammed the door as I left the apt and took the elly down to the lobby.
The Korova was packed with girlchicks, some walking around with strapon long dongs hanging from their waists. Girlchicks were dancing, by themselves in a trance or together, rubbing against each other and squeezing each other's pots and pans. In the corner, a young devotchka was friggin herself, sprawled out on the couch with a long dong up her wazoo and diddling her cliddle...Two other young devotchkas were going at it, tongue dancing and feeling each other up, there on the couch.
I saw my domdroog V, trance dancing by herself, swaying to the music. V's head is as bald as a cue ball, shiny and smooth, and her pussy wussy wasn't fuzzy wuzzy, was it? She wore a shiny black latex catsuit with a hole cut out at the crotch in all its glory.
Jonny Boner and the Eunuchs were performing at the club, creeching and banging and wanking to the electro-music, dressed in nothing but thongs, manacles and nipple pinchers. Jonny was yowling into the microphone, and took out his slippery snake and began strumming to the hoot, hoot, hooting of the girlchick crowd. We love to watch Jonny wanking on stage, and one of his eunuchs get down on his knees and begin bobbing him off, Jonny fucking his mouth, in out, in out.....until Jonny's manmilk explodes on his face.
"I need a shot of cum in my rum," I said to V. The cumboy walked over and pulled out his hose from his pouch, as I pumped it until out came a jigger of jism into my baccardi and I downed it in a shot..."I want to get spunk drunk, I do."
I plopped down on the divan in the Footsie Parlor, and zipped off my boot and stuck out my foot, and up out of a hole in the floor popped a young malechick's head to begin slucking on my little piggies. The disembodied head sucked, and he slucked, and he smucked, and made them feel real horrorshow he did, until l let him be finished and stuck my heel on his head and pushed it back down to the underfloor dungeon he came from.
The Ys in this world are here to serve us, oh my sisters. They are here for us to abuse...to beat them and make them scream and sing, to fuck them and stretch their tight little arseholes, to make them swordswallow and gag on our strapons. They are here to satisfy us..., to massage and suck our toes, to lick clean our Hershey highways, to provide us with their nutritious cummilk.
The loo was full of young devotchkas, queuing to sit on the seats and release their curds and whey into waiting mouths of the menheads sticking out from the holes in the floor. When each finished, the tongue would stick out and lick them dry and wipe them clean.
My other galdroog, Domina Kate, was sitting on the pot, taking a whiz and getting a toungewipe. She has bright purple hair, her skin is decorated with elaborate ink sketchings and rings and studs scattered around her body.
"Lets go find some newbie malechicks."
"Right, right, right..."
It's always much more horrorshow to go out and hunt strong young vanillies, who haven't had their arses ripped open and their bodies bruised and branded and broiled. Unlike the cumboys and mansluts at the Korova, they haven't yet learned their place in the world, serving us and to be here for our pleasure. The three of us, me, V and Kate, were all ready for a little bit of the old ultrasex and the old ultraviolence...
We walked in on a gang of four boppergirls, probably none elder than 12, one of the other girlgangs that prowled the streets. The leader of the gang was a ptitsa named Britt with blonde ponytails, wearing green and black plaid tartan skirt, without any vickies underneath, and a clean white blouse, unbuttoned to show off her big siliconies. Her two other droogies, Booby and Jessica, wore the same outfit and they were tying up a strong young malechick they had come across, getting him ready for their ballbusting, analpopping, mouthfucking gangbang.
"Hello, hello, hello", I shouted out to them, interrupting the start of their gangbang. "We want him and we want him now!"
But these teenyboppers weren't gonna give up their prize without a fight. Britt tried to kickbox me in the face, but I dodged her spiked heel, grabbed hold of her leg and threw her on her ass. We grabbed hold of their pigtails, and swung them down on the ground and then began tolchocking their silicone balloonies and toebooting them in their cunty wunties. The, we began slapping them with our long rubber willy sticks. They fought back, pathetically, but we won the rumble and let them run away, leaving their captured malechick for us.
He was already tied up to the wall and had a big long boner, sticking out hard, to show us he really liked it, no matter how much he boo hoo hooed and resisted. All of us liked yanking it and squeezing his yarbles, like they were goin to burst like squoshed grapes.
Then we took turns kicking his yarbles, with our knees and our boots and our bare little piggies. Each time we would kick, he would scream and squirm, acting like he didn't like it, but we knew betterwise. We would laugh, laugh and laugh.
I turned on my surroundsound musicpod and out came the thundering chords of Lucille Van Beethoven's Fifth to inspire us and keep us in rhythm as we kicked and punched and rammed and slammed.
We took him off the wall and strapped him down on the tubular gyno-chair, so that his legs were spread wide open and arse stuck out so we could easily get to his tight virgy bunghole. He squirmed and struggled, but it was no use getting free from the leather straps and metal shackles that kept him in place.
"You are going to take this big long dong up your ass pussy, do you hear me boyslut?"
V forced the long rubber two headed snake into his tight virgin ayehole, popping through the vortex, giving him the old in-out in-out, back and forth, making a popping sound.
"I'm going to fuck your face with my big long strapon, forcing it in your rot and down your throat until you gaggy wag."
Domina Kate knelt down on the foam rubber knee pads on both sides of his head, so that her big long strapon could go down his mouth. She began rocking back and forth, forcing it down his gullet. "Come on, come on, show me what a good little cocksucking whore you are. That's it, suck it good, suck it real good."
While they are fagging and shagging your holes from both ends, I will juice up your lightning rod, turning up the voltage all the way. I snapped the electrode pads on his shaft and balls, turned the dial and let him scream, scream, scream. Oh, oh, oh, what lovely music he makes.
V pulled out her long dong, leaving his asshole wide open. She pulled out a jar of Crisco from her bag, coated her gloved hand with the white gunk, and slid her lubed hand into his inner sanctum. It swallowed her hand, up to her wrist, like a vacuum. She started punchfucking his arse, twisting it inside the wet, warm, wide hole, sliding in her arm up to her elbow. The boy screamed and squealed and groaned and moaned and gasped and boo hoo hooed.
I attached the milker to his long hard boner and turned it on and it began jacking and sacking his cock, chug chug chugging to the sound of the motor pump, until out spurt the creamy white manmilk, sucked into the tube and down into the waiting spunk jar. You could see him deflate as we drained the essence from his body.
It had been a fine night of ultrasex and ultraviolence, and the big orange orb was about to come up, and drive all us vampires and creatures of the night back to our beds for some eyeshut.
Copyright© April 2007 DJK