Two Weeks to Survive

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Master Kano, Director of Aviation, wedges gashes of skin on my butt cheeks between his fingers and pinches hard, digging his fingertips into the tissue, twisting the flesh, gouging lumps of skin, leaving swatches of bright red mixed with tiny bruises. Slapping my ass, he places his beverage preference.

Duke Alberto, Director of Financial Services, bends me over the table and bites my buttocks, sinking his teeth deep into my flesh. Jumping to move away, he holds my hips rigid and continues to nip at my skin until a trail of teeth indentations mark my skin, and then chooses his favorite beverage.

Sir Aether, Director of Security and Technology, slaps my face hard, both cheeks, and quickly orders his cocktail.

Armed with the beverage orders written on my pad, I waddle to the bartender. Volumes of juices leak from my cunt, the warm slick liquid thickly coats my thighs.

When the first three drinks are ready to be served, I load them onto my tray. Supporting the tray with my hands, I waddle to the Chairman and set the glass before him.

Walking with my legs spread wide and carrying full drinks becomes increasingly more difficult. The Chairman activates the remote controller for the metal balls in my cunt and add to my clumsy waddle. The balls crash wildly into each other and clang loudly against each other.

The Vice Chairman activates his remote and sends vibrations through the butt plug, varying the speeds. My butt cheeks clench tightly to hold everything inside, causing the plug and balls to strike and vibrate against each other through the thin layer of tissue separating each cavity.

Pulses of desire flood my body, my arousal escalates, my body welcomes the approaching orgasm. The toys distract me and pull my focus from the drinks, causing me to spill them while serving the DOMs. Liquid sloshes onto my tray, yet the men continue to adjust the remote controls. Magnificent sensations circulate within me. Eager need to submit to these men fills me. After serving beverages, I kneel next to the Chairman, hands clasped behind my back, the serving tray hanging from my collar, eyes downcast, and quietly waiting. Delightful images of intoxicating pleasure flash in my minds-eye.

My body throbs with anticipation. My nipples leak beads of milk through the tightly held clamps and drip onto the tray, mixing with the spilled beverages.

The Chairman calls the meeting to order and the topic of discussion is the annual Weekend BDSM Festival and the Chairman's Ball. "Invitations must be designed and mailed, events planned, accommodations erected for the attendees, the island and mansion prepared for five hundred guests, and menus selected and chefs hired. Thoughts? Suggestions? Ideas?"

Within my core, a voracious firestorm of arousal constantly tempts me to give my body relief but I keep my hands tightly gripped behind my back, my knuckles white from tension.

The Chairman disconnects my serving tray from my collar, grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my face onto his swollen cock. Eagerly I swallow and clench my throat muscles to draw it inside my mouth until my chin rests against his balls and my nose is buried in his groin hair. I suck his magnificent cock softly at first, then with more pressure.

Choked sounds escape my throat as I hum, my vocal chords vibrate and clench the mushroom-shaped tip. Beads of perspiration dot the small of my back as he works my head up and down to capture the entire length of his cock. My breasts hang downward and swing to and fro as he smashes my nose into his groin.

A volcanic eruption of thick steamy cum spews from his cock and quickly fills my mouth, cheeks bulging with cock and fluids. Saliva and semen forms a frothy white foam around my ruby red lips and then drool down my chin and onto his balls.

It was only when he lifts my face and look into my eyes that I realize the potency of the power he exudes.

"Lick me clean and then take care of Sir David." After licking him clean, I move to the next man.

King Osamu expresses his concerns. "Transportation has been less than organized the past several years. And with an additional two hundred guests requesting to be invited, we should consider an another landing strip and building a temporary dock for the yachts to moor."

Master David slides his cock into my mouth and smothers me with his thick matted belly hair. He crashes his cock into my tonsils, and laughs as I gag and choke.

Bile wells up from my stomach and my eyes bulge from lack of oxygen. He grinds my face into his belly fat, then jerks my head back and forth, his cock tunneling down my throat.

The choking and gagging increases, tears drip from my cheeks as the big head of his cock forces its way into my tiny passage. Gurgling sounds escape from my throat as his cock plugs over three quarters of my throat.

His balls slap loudly against my chin, his hands tighten and twist my head around on his cock. Unable to suck enough air through my nose or mouth, my struggle for air becomes desperate.

His balls are heavy with lust and with one final plunge, he shoots his seed directly into my belly.

Carefully, I thoroughly lick him clean and then crawl to the next board member.

Master Kano wholeheartedly agrees that construction at the air terminal is necessary. "Our two landing strips are sufficient for the planes to arrive and take off. The greater need is space to park the jets and transportation to and from the airstrip and mansion."

Moving to the next man, I take hold of Master Osamu's cock and poke my tongue inside his slit. I slurp the full stem as you would suck the syrup from a snow cone. He thrusts inside my mouth and pinches my nose closed.

Wrapping his large hands through my hair, he guides his balls into my mouth. Swirling and pressing my tongue into each sac, he moans loudly. Drawing each into my mouth, I suck them gently switching switch between each one as they swell with fluid.

My nose and forehead rub against his cock as I lavish his balls with warm saliva, then gently dry them with swirls of hot breath. Our juices co-mingle and coat my face and his groin.

Moaning, he lifts my head and thrusts his cock between my opened lips, pushing my face to its base.

Gurgling noises escape as his cock chokes and gags my passage. Spittle and un-digested cum oozes down my chin. He orders me to "swallow" or "suck harder" as he nears orgasm. Grasping my hair, he plunges his cock deeper and my stomach retches in response. He smashes my nose into his hairy belly and quickly withdraws to spray cum all over my face.

I nuzzle against his cock and suck the fluid into my mouth, then move to the next man.

King Osamu agrees with Master Kano, but has concerns about the port accommodating the number of vessels. "We can expect at least 45-50 yachts based on the past several years. Enlarging our port is costly whereas we can add buoys beyond the harbor and use small boats to ferry guests between ship to shore. This also reduces the need for onshore lodging by allowing guests to sleep onboard."

Master Madan draws me between his thighs and face-slaps me with his partially erect cock.

I clamp my lips tight around his straining shaft to create a vacuum. It pulses and throbs as he thrusts into my throat, his plunges escalate from quick to urgent. Unable to prolong his pleasure, he spews jets of hot, sticky sperm.

My cheeks swell from the volume of liquid even as my throat works convulsively to swallow every drop. I move my tongue across the surface of his cock to clean him and then crawl to the next man.

Duke Alberto chimes in with his thoughts. "Financial considerations need to be discussed before we consider any type of permanent construction. I agree that mooring ships just outside the harbor would be a major cost savings. We could consider erecting additional hangers using pre-fabricated sheet metal construction that can be assembled and taken down as the need arises. I am against cluttering the air terminal with permanent hangers that will, for the most part, remain empty during most of the year."

Master Kaden penetrates my throat in one long lunge, knocking the air from my lungs.

I swallow his long thick cock, struggle to get air into my lungs, making wet smacking sounds. I love the feel of his cock as it thrusts in and out of my mouth. After several hard thrusts, his balls draw up close to his body and the tip of his cock swells.

Lifting my head, he lunges at an upward thrust. His balls contract against my chin and streams of cum flow from the stem.

Swallowing every drop, I dutifully clean him and move to the next man.

Sir Madan wholeheartedly agrees. "I like the idea of constructing temporary but re-usable facilities for arrival departure needs. We may also want to consider using slave ponies to transport guests from the air terminal instead of motor coaches and vehicles that spew exhaust fumes. Additionally, our roads are narrow and traffic jams are very unpleasant for our guests."

Doctor Hamidi presses my face into his balls. Taking one into my mouth, I circle it with my tongue and gently suck and then release it. I rotate between the two as they swell with fluid.

My nose and forehead stroke the stem of his cock as I work on his balls, blowing warm breath up and down the stem. The mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum creates a slick surface on my face.

With a moan, he lifts my head and thrusts his cock between my opened lips, moving it against the sides of my cheeks, back and forth, left and right. He pushes my face into his groin, shoving his cock deeper into my throat.

Unable to last, he fills my mouth with his cum and holds my head firmly in place until his cock softens.

Sir Aether's concerns are two-fold, construction and service personnel thefts and minor scuffles between intoxicated guests. "We have had to increase our law enforcement and security personnel two months prior to the BDSM Ball and maintain their presence several weeks after the event. The primary reason is that we have not performed adequate screenings on construction and service personnel in the past. This has caused us and our guests unwanted inconveniences. I would also like to propose allowing the island's law enforcement personnel to carry non-lethal weapons such as stun guns and impact or bean-bag guns. As it is now, only security persons carry any type of weapons, and they number less than half of our police officers."

The Vice Chairman thrusts his hips toward me, impaling his cock firmly in my mouth. He slides easily down my throat, my gag reflex completely suppressed. Grunts of pleasure bellow from his chest as he slides in and out of my mouth. Grasping my hair at the roots, he gently tugs and pulls my mouth along the length. Maintaining a slow steady rhythm through my lips, his cock plunges and taps my tonsils as he makes love to my hungry mouth.

The taste and texture of his cock awakens hundreds of cells and nerve endings in my mouth. The heaviness of his balls in my hands radiate heat through the thin tissue. It is a pleasure to make love to this cock. With a sudden roar, he smashes my head to his groin and buries my nose in his belly.

My eyes water and my throat convulses as great gushes of cum spurt, some drooling down my chin onto my breasts.

A deep burning itch explodes in my nipples, my need for gratification torments my hungry cunt. My butt cheeks clench and unclench. Pores ooze beads of sweat soaked with the lusty fragrance of a wild animal in need of breeding. My jaw went from painful to numb and my mouth is permanently fixed into the "O" position.

Lost in a sea of cocks under the table as the meeting continues above, I move in a daze, my mind switches to auto-pilot, every action automatic as I methodically move to the next cock.

Master Naolin face-slaps me, then slips his cock in my mouth for a few seconds, withdraws and smears the blend of saliva and pre-cum on my face. With a wicked grin, he plunges to the back of my throat again, holding still as my tonsils massage his tip. Breathing is need that is second to his or my passion, and I push away from him to quickly fill my lungs.

Vibrations from my screams compress his cock. Using my breasts as support handles, he pounds the back of my throat, his balls slam into my chin, finally his seed explodes.

Gasping, I gulp every drop.

Nauseated from swallowing so much semen, I choke down the sour liquid threatening to be ejected from my stomach. My jaw aches and the cocks under the table seem to tease me with promises of pleasure.

Dr. Hamidi clears his throat before sharing his thoughts. "Nursing personnel should be increased to at least eight for minor cuts, abrasions, and other health issues. However, I want to propose that we either ban the practices of piercing, branding, or otherwise modifying or sadistically punishing a slave unless a qualified medical professional is present. Last year, we have a few incidents where slaves were injured and required hospitalization. This is not an acceptable outcome for the BDSM Ball nor a liability our group wants to assume."

Master Kano grabs my hair and forces my face to the base of his belly.

I swallow him, squeezing the tip as it swells in the back of my throat. He pumps my head faster, guiding my mouth from the tip to the base of his groin. Pushing and pulling my head faster and then slower, he fills the back of my throat with his warm juices.

Master Alberto jerks me over to his lap, my mouth poised over the tip of his cock resting on his belly. I run my tongue along the lining of his sheath until the uncircumcised tip of the pokes out. I gently knead his balls with my fingers as I lick his cock.

His legs twitch and jerk as though he is running in place. His breathing becomes short, rapid gasps and his groans grow louder and more pronounced as he ejects his watery semen into my mouth.

By now my throat and mouth are painfully sore but I'm not finished yet. Still in a daze, I move to the next Master, despite my body's protests.

Master Aether presses my face into his balls. I take each one into my mouth, circle it with my tongue and suck gently. Switching between his balls, I can feel them swell with fluid beneath my tongue. I slide my nose and forehead the full length of his cock. My warm breath caresses his stem as it hardens and leaks pre-cum. Emitting a low moan, he lifts my head and thrusts his cock between my opened lips. He slides it against my cheeks, back and forth, left and right, then pushes my face to the base as he fills my mouth with cum.

The date is set, agenda is outlined and the Board votes and accepts each item, and responsibilities are assigned.

The Chairman brings the meeting to a close.

Cum-drenched, I am led to the bathroom where the butler bathes and then secures me to my bed.

CHAPTER FOUR

Thoughts float freely in my minds-eye as I wait for sleep. The past few weeks have been a tortuous descent from innocence to depravity. It has taken incredible pain and mental anguish, but I now understand that my old life of "simple" is gone. I have to accept that my sole responsibility, my reason for being is to pleasure my masters; my needs are not even secondary, they are that unimportant.

I have to learn how to derive satisfaction by performing for my possessors, engaging in any perverse acts demanded of me, and debasing myself for their enjoyment.

I thought that I was fully trained by Master Jonathan, but realize he was preparing me for greater challenges. I don't think that I can live up to expectations nor satisfy the twelve men, their voracious sexual appetites are insatiable. Sobbing quietly, visions of my life with Master Jonathan console my aching heart.

* * * *

On my birthday, Master lead me barefoot to the bank of the Osage River that runs through his property. At the water's edge, a large two-room tent was erected.

The first room had a large floor rug with a low table elaborately set and laden with a variety of foods and wines. The adjacent room was furnished with a king-sized air mattress covered with satin sheets and ample pillows. Battery operated lanterns softly illuminated the tent and music played faintly on a portable player.

"I am going to officially accept you as my pleasure slave. You will wear my collar. Tonight, you will become a woman in every sense of the word. I am going to take your virginity, and then your cute little puckered opening. Both will hurt, but in the long-term, will bring you great pleasure."

Until this evening, Master fingered my cunt or sucked my clit, but no penetration. Sometimes, I got so worked up that I begged him to take me, but he refused. To alleviate his need, he taught me how to properly suck his cock and drink his cum, often several times a day.

Our passion was overwhelming, more a desperate need than desire. He moved between my raised thighs and slowly, gently entered my virgin cunt. He paused at the thin barrier, pressed forward, and then increased the pressure against the membrane. Lurching forward, he broke through. It hurt but it was a pain that I needed; I was long overdue for this passage into womanhood. I wanted to be his slave girl. I needed to belong to him.

He circled his thumb on the opening of my ass to distract me and smeared my juices on the swollen sphincter.

He recklessly thrust into my vagina and slammed into my cervix, stretching my canal with his cock. He started slowly but quickly progressed as lust overwhelmed both of us.

His cock pounded my canal, then stroked the sides as filled me with his cum for the first time.

He withdrew and slid his cock between my lips. Hungrily, I licked him clean; our juices tasted a sweet with a light musky scent. My body throbbed, hips rolled and lunged forward and outward, searching for anything or something to complete my journey into womanhood.

He watched my seething unfulfilled lust much as a teacher assesses the performances of a prized student, a bemused half-smile lit his face. Teetering on the brink of an orgasmic explosion, I wail in despair; it is just out of reach.

Animals devour prey with an unspeakable ferociousness using their mouth and hands. Inconsolable, I felt like an animal, fully devouring his cock, swallowing it, sucking it, licking it needing it to hurry and get hard again. Sliding its full length tip to base, I gulped it with my throat muscles and held it tight, but breathing is need that is second to my passion, but soon won out. Gasping for air, I reached between my thighs and marveled at the liquids pouring from my cunt. My fingers scooped the mixture and I licked them dry, then collected more.

Master moved between my thighs and generously spread a warm lube in and outside my rectum. He pressed the head of his cock on the puckered lips and gradually tunneled inside. He stretched the opening and filled my rectum with his hardness then paused as my muscles clenched and adjusted to the intruder buried within. He withdrew completely, paused at my entrance, then leisurely journeyed in again. It was amazing. My butt cheeks squeezed tightly and my hips thrust backwards to nuzzle against his groin. Tiny impulses of pleasure shot through me as his balls tapped against my clit. Increasing his pace, he drove into me until we both melded, overtaken by an extraordinary orgasm. My body shook. I screamed, twisted and ground my hips into his groin as my orgasm peaked and then subsided.

I miss Master Jonathan. He is my family, my only family. And I love him. I love him. Silently, I cried until falling asleep.

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jennyb2492jennyb2492over 10 years ago

Great start. Will there be a chapter 2? I hope so!

mel_pomenemel_pomeneover 10 years ago
A fine piece of work ...

.. from another and most welcome new writer. Thank you for sharing your talent with us, bettejeneadams, and please bring us more of this story - it was quite superb.

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