Cindy's Humble Servant Ch. 08

Slave felt panic as he felt the warm, slimy cum slip down his insides to just within his ring, ready to spurt out in a giant pussy fart. Before this could happen though, his hips were seized again, and his ass was again impaled roughly, this time by the other guy. This guy started right off with full force pounding. He could hear the loud, frantic slapping of the guy's hips against his ass cheeks. Slave followed enthusiastically, desperately, the Japanese AV star noises of the pretty girl, hoping that this would make the second guy shoot his muck more quickly. His ass was so sore, but his spirit was sorer: he pressed his eyes shut, and between following the noises of the pretty girl, he grunted to the rhythm of the second guy's vigorous spearing of his ass.

As if in a dream, he could hear Cindy jabbering happily to Liu, and when he opened his eyes for a brief instant, he saw in one of the mirrors Cindy and Liu standing watching the show, and Cindy chatting away to Liu in Chinese, too quickly for him to understand what she was saying. The boys seemed a bit nervous with Cindy there, and the boy in slave's ass slowed down, but Cindy said to Liu diplomatically, "Zhen shui," -- very handsome -- referring to the boys. Reassured, the boy in slave's ass resumed fucking slave at full force. Liu drew Cindy's attention to the noises that the pretty girl was teaching slave, and asked her what she thought of this. She laughed, and said "ue xing," -- disgusting. The boy fucking slave's ass stiffened, groaned and thrust a few more times deep into slave, and then quickly pulled out, and grabbed his clothes. As the two boys passed Cindy on their way to the shower, she said politely "Ni de qian," – your money.

The boys went over and each took a hundred RMB from the pile of notes that sat beside a puddle of sperm and saliva that had dripped from slave's mouth. "Xie xie, da jie," – thank you, big sister, they said as they passed Cindy on their way to shower.

"Bu yong ke qi," – no thanks needed – Cindy said graciously. Slave, ass up in the air, was utterly defiled, and worse, he was here like this under Cindy's gaze: trussed up and stuffed like a roast turkey.

Liu followed the boy's out, but Cindy remained. She walked over and with the toe of her boot pushed the money a few inches away from the pool of scum that had dripped from Peter's mouth. Slave closed his eyes in utter mortification. His displayed ass seared with pain. Cindy was speaking to the small pretty girl in Chinese, but slave was in too much turmoil to attend to what they were saying. He felt as if he inhabited another world from these two. He felt a certain kind of peace though to know that Cindy, who he had done all of this for, was there beside him. Cindy seemed more at ease, and the tone of her voice with the small pretty girl was casual and friendly.

He felt his nostrils being tugged upward again, and he opened his eyes to see the pretty girl looking down at him. She started making the Japanese AV voices again, and he knew that she wanted him to follow her, so he complied. Cindy giggled, and they were chatting again, while the small girl still held up his nostrils, and then the worst thing ever happened: slave could not help it: he let out a big cum fart, and the white cream ran down the inside of his thighs. Cindy began to berate him furiously: he could not understand what she was saying. She went behind him and began to slap his ass as hard as she could, with big overhead swings. After a few shocking swats, that made him cry out, the small pretty girl, still holding his nostril up by the lead, began leading him to follow her again in the Japanese AV girl noises, while Cindy continued to slap his ass with all her force: "I love you," "please fuck my ass," slave repeated through gasps and then through sobs, as Cindy continued to thrash his ass. His body was shaking with sobbing when she stopped, and she let loose one last slap and said: "Bi zui," -- shut your mouth.

In Chinese, she told the small pretty girl to put the ring back in place. As the pretty girl was fastening this in place, Cindy said to slave: "The Russians come next. They are different than Chinese. You will say you don't love me." She slapped his ass again as hard as she could, and looked at his face in the mirror from behind him. She held his eyes, and let him see from the indifference of her gaze that she had no feelings or concern for him, that she didn't recognize him as a friend or as a person. "I want you say you don't love me," she stated emphatically, and then again began to slap his ass furiously until he wiggled and squirmed, and cried out.

After several seconds she stopped and began to blow on her palms, and shake her hands. "My hands are sore," she complained in Chinese to the pretty girl. The girl came over and comforted her. Slave was crying softly. His ass felt like it was on fire, and he continued to wiggle it, in attempt the escape the pain. "Zou ba," – let's go -- Cindy said to the pretty girl. As they started to leave, slave let out another wet pussy fart. Cindy, in a rage, went back toward slave's ass with her hand raised, but the pretty girl stopped her, saying in Chinese "Let's go. Enough, sister. Your hand is sore. Don't hurt yourself for this rubbish."

Slave was alone in the room. He could see in a mirror reflected in a mirror, and feel, that his ass was glowing red, with Cindy's handprints all over it. He could see and feel cum oozing from his asshole.

After several minutes Master, Steve, the Russians and Mr Wu all crowded into the small room. Master and Steve stood right behind slave. Master, noting the red ass and the handprints, said to slave: "Wow, she really went to town on your ass. Cindy seems very hot tonight. I think it will be great sex when we get home. What do you think?" He slapped slave's ass, but not hard, when slave did not answer immediately.

"Yes master, I think so Master," slave mumbled around the ring in his mouth.

Steve said: "Wow, check this out," and laughed. The Russians also gathered to see what Steve pointed out, and then everyone laughed and groaned together. Slave realized that they were looking at the pool of cum that he had farted out.

Master said, "Cindy told me that you have been letting out some mighty pussy farts. She was not impressed, to say the least."

Master and Steve left the room, and the Russians took off their clothes. The Russian girl got on her knees and sucked at their cocks. After a few minutes, one of the Russians came behind slave and slowly pushed his hard cock into slave's asshole. Slave groaned in pain as he was impaled. He cringed everywhere: it hurt so much. His tears began to flow. This cock was so much bigger than the ones that had fucked him so far.

The Russian stood behind slave, with his cock deep in slave's asshole, and did not move. He said: "I can stand here for hours. You want I should cum, you move your ass, make me come." Slave, slowly at first, began to fuck himself with the Russian's cock, urging the Russian with his humping ass to cum. The Russian girl shouted rudely, encouraging slave to fuck back harder onto the Russian's cock. The other Russian came over and undid the ring in slave's mouth, and stuck his cock deep into slave's throat, gagging him. He said: "You make me come in your mouth, I don't have fuck your ass."

To the shouted encouragement of the Russian girl, slave humped his ass and sucked as best he could. The Russian behind him grasped slave's hips and began to fuck him hard, and then shot his cum deep into slave's belly. The other Russian moved swiftly behind slave, stuck his cock into his hole, and pounded slave's ass silly. Slave was sobbing, tears running down his cheeks. The Russian girl stood behind the second Russian, slamming his ass into slave, until the second Russian shot his load violently deep in slave's guts as well. The Russian pulled out and suddenly Mr Wu came out of nowhere and stuffed his cock into slave's hole. The Russians dressed, with the help of the Russian girl, and left the room as Wu continued to fuck slave's ass viciously. Several long minutes of grunting from both slave and Mr Wu later, Wu shot his muck in slave's ass. Upon withdrawing his cock, he immediately forced a plug into slave's ass, so that slave held three loads like an enema in slave's belly. Slave groaned to hold so much goo inside his belly. Wu undid the clips from slave's collar, ankle and wrist bands, and got slave onto his knees on the floor, head down, plugged ass up. He connected a leash to slave's collar, and led him toward the hall, stopping to kick him, to make sure that he crawled on his elbows and forearms, head down, plugged ass up. Slave was beyond shame: all he could do was obey.

Wu walked briskly down the hall, and slave followed. The plug began to slip out of his ass, and he knew there would be trouble if he dropped it, so he crawled after Wu on two knees and one hand, with the other hand reaching back between his legs, holding the plug in place in his asshole. When they entered the room, Wu did not stop, but led slave crawling briskly twice round the ring of seated guests. Slave was muddled and hurried, and he recognized only Cindy's boots. Her legs were crossed and one boot stuck out into the ring and slave moved closer as he passed so that this boots brushed against his side. The boot brushed him but was unresponsive. Wu led him to the center of the room, and then tugged at the leash and said "Xiang lai," –get up. Slave stood up and faced the guests. They began to speak amongst themselves as he stood there, holding the plug in his ass with one hand. Cindy was radiant. Her face was spread in a broad and glowing smile. She met his eyes, but she was distant and inaccessible, like a smiling mask.

"Well, Peter, congratulations," Master said. "You threw a really great party. Is there anything you'd like to say?"

"I did it all for you, Cindy," he stated softly. "I love you Cindy. I would do anything for you." She held his eyes intimately while he said this, and she did not seem displeased. Her face was unrevealing though, seemingly bored, but her eyes gleamed, and her jaw was set forward proudly.

She said gently, but strictly, as though reminding him of his manners, "You should thank the other people."

Slave replied humbly: "Thank you to everyone who attended tonight, and especially to those who fucked my ass."

"You're welcome," Mr Liu said in rough English. Everyone laughed. Slave struggled to keep the plug up his ass. He still wore garters, but all of the clips had come undone, and the stockings sagged down to just over his knees. His ass was bright red, but the rest of his body was pail, white, hairless, and gleaming with oil.

Cindy continued: "I also think you should sincerely thanks to Brian. He organize this party for you."

Slave looked into Brian's grinning eyes and said, sincerely: "Thank you master, for giving me a chance to prove my devotion to Cindy tonight."

Brian said nothing, but exchanged a grin with Steve.

Cindy said: "Brian want see you do the dance Laura taught you. All three part. I think you should do it to say thank you." She smiled patiently at slave, who looked down in shame.

"Laura's dance! Fantastic," Steve shouted.

Slave's face burned with shame at the memory of this dance. Laura had made him watch hundreds of videos of strippers dancing, and she choreographed for him the sluttiest imaginable routine. The first part was standing, and he would bend over and wiggle his ass, and blow kisses to the audience from between his own knees. Then, he needed to go around the circle and offer every member of the audience a lap dance. If they accepted, he would stroke himself, but not jack off, tweak his nipples, and wiggle every which way for them. The second part was the floor routine, and in it he slid around on the floor, assuming the lewdest and most submissive postures possible. The third part was the dice game. He kept wanking, while the guests rolled dice to dictate his posture, and to determine whether he could cum or not. The first dice roll dictated the posture he would assume. Two dice were rolled, and he had memorized postures corresponding to two to twelve. The second roll was a single dice, and if a one was rolled, he had to come instantaneously. If a one was not rolled, and the game was to continue, the next roll of two dice determined a new posture. Master would set his stopwatch, usually for three minutes, to determine how long he had to hold this position while stroking his cock, before another dice was rolled that would give him a chance to cum.

Slave looked down at Cindy's boots, one crossed over the extended shin of the other leg, and rocking gently. He followed the movement of her foot, and felt hypnotized by it. He could not look up at her. He held the plug in place in his ass. His cock was fully erect, and throbbing sensitively in front of him. He waited for the music to start, but no one made a movement. Everyone waited silently.

Cindy said tenderly, but with some impatience, "You do dance now. Brian want see." He met her eyes, and she seemed strict but kind. He sighed, and she pursed her luscious lips determinedly. My queen! My goddess Cindy! His cock felt that it would spurt cum at a single touch.

He began to dance, still holding the plug in place with one hand. The guests began to whisper and to giggle. Wu came to him and barked at him. He did not understand, then Wu made a gesture indicating pulling something out of his ass. Slave let the butt plug slip out of his ass, and continued to dance. He could feel the cum slipping down to just inside his anus. He tried to clench his ass cheeks, but it was useless. The dance required so many deep bends and spread legs. He surrendered. The first pussy fart was mighty, and left a glob of white cum running down his inner thighs. The guests all groaned in disgust at this, even Cindy, who curled her lip wickedly.

After the second pussy fart, Steve, began to clap and cheer, and others joined in. Cindy looked outraged, disgusted and amused all at once. By the fourth huge pussy fart, everyone clapped, even Cindy. Slave watched Cindy's eyes. Her eyes did not meet his, however, but instead moved all over his body as he danced, or else she exchanged glances of amused, outraged hilarity with the other guests, in particular Brian. When her eyes did once meet his, just for an instant, he felt that there was tenderness growing under the contempt, and that she was beginning to accept him as a possession.

He was doing the floor routine now, rolling around smearing himself in the gobs of cum that he'd farted. The farts were rarer now. They came mostly when he jutted his ass out to the guests, in accordance with the choreography. The farts were also less emphatic now, but they still received a round of applause, though these were less enthusiastic than earlier.

He danced as sincerely and enthusiastically as he could, following to a T the instructions he had received from Laura in the past. He wanted to show Cindy how much he appreciated Master having given him the opportunity to prove his love for her. It was difficult for him to dance without any music, but he did his best. His cock was fully erect, and his hairless ball sack tight and ready throughout the dance, because although he had to be attentive to all guests, and present himself to them individually, Cindy was now sitting forward, and focusing closely on slave's performance, despite the distraction of the pretty girl who was seated beside her, trying to chat with her.

It was time for the lap dances now. He went first to Brian, curtsied meekly, and said "Please Master, may I dance for you?" Brian waved him away, and he went to Steve, curtsied again and said "Please sir, may I dance for you?" Steve nodded affirmatively, and slave began to dance for him, maintaining eye contact, according to instructions. He put fingers to his cheeks and turned these in a girly way, he writhed, and stoked his cock and balls with his fingertips, he turned around, spread his ass cheeks with two fingers and smiled at Steve; he sucked on his thumb. Though he tried to maintain eye contact, Steve was laughing and chatting with the other guests while slave danced for him.

As he proceeded around the circle, other guests waved him away. He came next to Cindy and said, "Please Cindy, may I dance for you." Cindy met and held his eyes, and nodded yes, though she said nothing. He had expected her to chase him away when he offered to dance for her. He repeated the moves he had offered to Steve, and she held his eyes. Her expression was smiling, almost simpering. He noticed with a strange sort of pride that her cheeks flushed as he stroked his own jumping, leaking cock his with his fingertips. He moved next to the pretty girl, who waved him away rudely, and he had completed the circle of lap dances. He went back to the center of the circle, and stood meekly, looking down.

Master took out his mobile phone, set the stop watch to three minutes, and placed it on the table by the dice that he, Liu, the tall girl and Steve had been playing with earlier. Slave assumed the appropriate posture, standing straight backed with his legs spread wide. He began to stroke his cock, knowing that when master's alarm sounded 3 minutes, he needed to cum instantaneously if a one were rolled on the dice. He was squirming and groaning in frustration, his seething balls ready to erupt in shuddering gouts of cum. He knew he had to rotate in a circle very slowly, so that he had faced each guest twice before the three minutes were up.

Most of the guests were no longer paying attention to slave, but were instead talking amongst themselves. Cindy was now attending to the pretty girl's words, and she had taken again to eating sunflower seeds. She was, however, gazing at slave absent mindedly, and she occasionally gave him an encouraging half smile, which made him sigh, and slow his stroke, for fear that he would cum before Master's alarm went off. He was tugging at his cock so slowly, and rubbing at his burning balls, ready to come instantaneously on the rolling of a one. The alarm went, and Master handed Steve a die.

Steve rolled the dice, and called out "Two!" Slave sighed, and let out a low, despairing groan. Everyone laughed, and he heard the music of Cindy's rich giggle from among the other voices.

Master passed two dice to the manager, and she rolled them and stated flatly "Jiu," – nine. Slave spread his legs, bent over and looked through them behind himself. At this angle, he faced Cindy, whose upside down face grinned winningly at him. He began to tug at his cock again, turning slowly. This was one of the most difficult postures to maintain; it was sore on both the legs and the back. The guests were becoming bored, and some had begun to gather their things and stand. By the time Cindy passed through his inverted field of vision the second time, she was no longer seated. Instead, she was facing away from him, speaking to one of the Russian guys. Her denim clad ass set its unfailing fire in his heart and cock, and he had to slow his tugging to next to nothing from fear of erupting immediately. A string of pre cum stretched from his cock to the ground. She leaned back and forth as she spoke to the Russian, shifting her weight from one hip to the other, her full, animated ass taunting slave.

Master's alarm sounded, and he passed a die to Liu. Everyone turned to watch, and he caught Cindy's smiling, mildly commiserating eyes. Liu rolled, and called out "five." Everyone groaned in sympathy with slave, drowning out the sound of his own despairing groan. Slave's face was purplish red and sweating, and he was drooling. Master addressed slave with mock kindness: "Sorry bud, this next one is the last chance for tonight. Everyone's tired and we want to get home."