Jim was standing at the bar in a giant ballroom, by himself, sipping his double rye with two rocks while his slave girls played a challenge that was rigged. He now knew it but could not stop it. Anne was going to breed two of them to any male she chose and keep the offspring. He had been duped.
Anne said he got his master's degree out of figuring it out before she even pulled the trap but that did not help his mood. A stupid cow of a patron of hers had burned his pet with soup and he had requested Madam Swift's ass in compensation.
Anne had inadvertently offered one of her serving girls up for his pleasure and there were two nymphic domestic servants in his room that he had enjoyed earlier so all was not lost for a weekend of pleasure. He was just sad that he could not protect his girls. The bar tender touched the bud in his ear and said, "Your room is ready Sir, do you need an escort?"
"No, I know where it is now. Unless I need and escort?" Jim stated and asked.
The bartender winked and spoke. "The Mistress has let it be known that you have run of the house." Jim was impressed at how her news traveled.
Jim headed up to his room and set his empty glass on the tray of a passing server on his way. She smiled a knowing smile that he did not see in his focused rage. Jim opened his door, and the domestic nymphs were on their knees naked as he entered.
Neither girl was nineteen and neither was five feet tall. Both had firm round breasts and nice round asses. Their hair was black, both had blue eyes and he could not be mad at them either. He settled down a little and asked the first, "Is the door mat and her husband here?"
"Yes, Sir, Miss Greta got both ready for you. She also delivered a serving girl, and that girl is attached to a post with a gift for you. Would you like to do this in the tuxedo, or would you rather be more comfortable?" the two asked, interrupting each other.
He began to remove his tuxedo and hand the components to the girls. "What would you two prefer I wear to reprimand an uppity bitch and to enjoy the niceties of a young woman such as you two presents?"
"Sir, we prefer you naked," the first said. "Your 9" cock is beautiful when you swing it." The second stated.
Jim stood before the two and lifted the ED pills supplied from the corner of the dresser, "Naked punishments it is. I hope you two are ready to service said 9" because you are going to get to. I like you both and I want to watch you dance on my cock!"
They both faked swooned, but he knew they liked what he said. He walked into the sitting area of his suite and the couches, chairs and tables were missing. A cage was on the side near the bathroom door and the little man from dinner was naked and his tiny cock was covered in stainless steel.
He had his hands cuffed behind his back and a tight rope held a stiff collar up to the cage he was held in.
"You will spend the night this way, but tomorrow, your wife will treat you differently. Do you accept that?" Jim asked the little man. He bobbed his head as much as he could.
Jim saw the serving girl kneeling in front of a post with her collar tight to it. She was now wearing an armbinder and still had the belt and tray. A fifth of rye and a large bucket of ice was on the tray and pushing down on the rings in her tits painfully.
The leather in the buckles for the straps on the tray had been replaced with short chains. Jim immediately went and removed the bottle and the bucket. An Ice pick was in the bucket and gave Jim an idea.
Jim placed the bucket and the bottle on a counter and removed the clip from her collar to the short post.
"You stand here with your legs apart." Pointing to his two domestics.
"You lick her pussy; you eat her ass. The two of you are doing this because you left a guest of mine in a painful situation without telling me upon my arrival she was in pain."
Jim then kissed the server on the mouth and stuck his tongue in between her lips.
"Don't orgasm, I don't want to have to punish you, I want to make love to your ass cheeks with my hands and my whips. I will punish you if you orgasm before I say you can."
She moaned as the first girl's tongue grazed her asshole. Jim removed the tray and placed it on the counter with his whiskey.
The debutante turned sixty-five, was strictly bound. She had a spreader bar between her Victorian lace-up calf boots. They had her ankles five feet apart and she was just over 5'10" tall. A spreader bar had her thighs over 3' apart above the knee.
Gertrude was bent at the waist and her arms were in a tight rubber sheath. Hands together in a praying position three feet above her ass. Straps around the sheath at forearm, elbow and just below the shoulder were as tight as Greta could get them.
A rubber hood covered her head from her upper lip up and her long dark tangled hair stuck out the top with a rubber strap woven through it and tied to the ceiling holding her head up. The hood covered her eyes, and he could see something stuffed in her ears as the rubber bulged in the center of each ear.
A large hard ball was pulled tight in her mouth, and he could see her trying to work the ball as a stream of saliva connected her chin to the ground. Gertrude's fat soft breasts hung vertically from her chest in two white tubes touching below her chest and swinging as she tried to orient herself.
Jim walked up behind her holding the ice pick and the server was worried about the woman's life. Jim rubbed the woman's ass like he was assessing it then reached with one hand and began to play with her heavily hair covered pussy.
Gertrude began to rock and moan with his manipulations. Jim then began to use the Ice pick to poke at her clitoris. He brought the woman right to the edge with his fingers and kept her there he laid his hand on the small of her back and looked over at his new lover. She saw mischief in his eyes. He brought the hag to the edge again and shoved the pick vertically through her clitoris and hood in one motion.
Gertrude stood on her toes and a shriek exited past the gag. Urine poured down Gertrude's legs as a small drip of blood began to fall from her clit to the floor. With the two domestics between her legs, the server could not help it she orgasmed and began to cry.
Jim walked to her, licked the tears from her face and said, "Thank you for a reason to enjoy your ass even more."
The server then saw his compassion and knew she was in for a night she would not forget. He took the rings from her nipples and sucked each as the ring came free. Jim pulled the pick from the debutant's clit. Knelt and used the split ring holding the keys to her husband's hand cuffs.
Worked the split ring through the hole that remained in the flesh, and Gertrude now wore the keys to JP's cuffs on her clit. Jim took the pick and pushed it through each nipple, attaching the rings previously on the server. Jim attached both rings then hung the tray from the fresh piercings.
Gertrude's ass was still untouched. Jim removed her ball gag and pulled Gertrude's tongue out. Jim drove the pick vertically from the bottom of her tongue up and through the thickest part, holding it as far out her mouth as he could pull it.
Jim then went to work on her fat ass with a bamboo rod. He did not stop swinging until she stopped moving. From just above her knees up to her lower back was a crisscross of red welts and bruises. The flesh was black, blue, red, and bleeding.
Gertrude screamed out but no more sound came from her strained vocal cords, and Jim was worn out. He stood her next to the bed. Hooked the tray's belt around her fat waist. Put the bucket of ice and the half full bottle of rye on the tray that was pulling down on her nipples. Left the ice pick through her tongue.
Jim left Gertrude's hands in the arm binder and stood her as his nightstand. The server slowly sucked and throated her new master for the next hour, knowing that he was going to enjoy her ass in the morning but reveling in the two small women between her legs as she enjoyed what was between his.
The woman's husband, JP had cum three times and was caged. JP could not touch himself but just the sight pushed him over the top. JP slept satisfied. Jim slept with his cock in or near the server's mouth. She slept with his cock in or near her mouth and two small women between her legs.
Morning brought the two smaller domestics awake. They each started to lick and suck what was in front of them. The server woke to pleasure through her crotch, she began to lick and service the meat in her mouth. It was growing and getting harder and harder as she worked it. In his waking Jim pushed down on the back of her head.
Jim moaned and buried it in her throat. He fully woke to himself emptying in the server's mouth and throat as she eyed him from his crotch. He smiled and rolled off the bed, leaving her to enjoy the tongues in her holes. The woman acting as his nightstand felt a weight lifted off her screaming nipples and her still blinded eyes could see none of what had occurred.
The icepick still held her tongue outside her mouth. The bottle and a bucket of melted ice water no longer pulled her nipples toward the floor. Her clit ached and the keys pulled the ring every time she moved slightly.
Jim collected the server and the two domestics. The server's name was Cissy. The domestics said they could not reveal their names. They had iron clad contracts and needed to finish them. They took his contact and said they would contact him when the contract was up. Jim departed with Cissy on a lead and naked. He showed Cissy around the breakfast table and let Anne know that she was leaving with him.
"The woman sent up with her wimpy husband. I ringed her cunt. The tongue is ready to ring, I could not find any suitable. I would like one that is large enough that I don't have to fork the tongue, I might later, but won't let her use it either. Lock her in the cage with her husband and have them put into my van." Jim explained to the butler.
Anne was on the deck with her beauty at her feet. Anne had a cup of coffee and the pony wrangler stood next to her if Jim remembered correctly. Jim walked up with his new possession, joined Anne at the table.
