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The Sisterhood of Spite.
Chapter 1. The Brides of the Emperor.
The
house was impressive, even by year 2537 standards. As was the fashion in the
Empire, and had been since the first Emperor had ordered it some ninety years
before, the building was of Ancient Roman style. An exact replica of a second
century Roman Villa in fact. Plush and luxuriously furnished and decorated,
even an expert would be hard pressed to tell it from the real thing.
The
room was no exception. The Marble, highly polished wood and the smooth, white
walls with their beautiful, coloured murals, were right out of the history
books. Even with no windows, the room was brightly lit, but the source of the
light could not be seen. The advanced, state of the art, technology that
supplied the light and saw to the
running of the Abby and all its Estate, was unseen, built into the very
structure of the house itself. The room, though large, was pleasantly warm and
at its central point an elaborate bust of the Emperor stood against the centre
of one wall. Arranged in a semi-circle and facing in towards the bust were six
strange, deeply padded benches, with padded leather stirrups at their ends,
like those on a Gynaecologist’s couch. The rich soft leather of these benches
was a deep wine red, a colour that went well with the expertly painted murals
on the walls. The artist’s skill and draughtsmanship of these murals was
obvious at first glance. Grossly obscene and depicting scenes of extreme sexual
sadism and the torture of women by abusers of both sexes, the thing that most
caught the eye was the cleaver way in which the artist had shown the
expressions on the naked subjects’ faces. The fear, horror and disgust on the
features of the victims and the delighted glee and sexual arousal in the leers
of the torturers.
Kneeling at the side of the room were four naked young women, three
Caucasians and one Negress. Sitting back
on their heels, hands resting on thighs, eyes cast demurely to the floor, they
waited in silence. They all had softly curved bodies and pretty, made up,
faces, but their cheeks seemed to bulge in an odd way, as if their mouths were
full. On closer inspection, some bruising and welting could be seen on all four
full figures. Also, all four pairs of plump breasts sprout the most amazing
nipples. One, a blonde about eighteen, has pink peaks that extend to tree
inches long by one inch or so in diameter. The second, a pale skinned brunette
of twentytwo, has nipples closer to four inches long and a rubbery inch and a
quarter diameter rising from light brown aureoles. The dark skinned twentyseven
year old Negress’s purple stalks, extended nearly five inches out of her plump,
round mammaries. The last and oldest of the four girls, a full fleshed, white
skinned redhead of thirty years, sported the most amazing teats of all. Rising
from the soft, milkwhite, freckled melons of her breasts, her red nipples
stretched seven inches out of the pink rings of their aureoles, one inch and a
half diameter at their base and tapering to an inch at their tips.
A
firm but gently modulated masculine voice filled the room. “Reverend Mother and
her guests will be here in seconds. Be prepared.”
The
four girls tensed but remained still. The voice was that of ‘Abbot’ the Estate
Computer. The machine that controlled all the running and business of the
Abbey’s estate and was answerable only to the rule of Claudia, Mother
Superior of The Noble Order of the
Brides of the Emperor. This was one of the most powerful and influential Orders
in the Empire and, to be certain, the only powerful female organisation in the
world.
The
sounds of male and female voices raised in laughter are heard and then a group
of eight people enter the room. The four men and four women seem hardly to
notice the four naked girls. They are all dressed. Three of men in the short,
traditional Roman tunic, short sleeved and skirted to the knees. The older of
the four, draped to his sandalled feet in a blue trimmed, white toga. The four
women were dressed unusually for the day and age. As Sisters of the Order they
were among the few people excused the Emperor’s edict on Ancient Roman fashion
and were dressed in traditional Nun’s Habit and wimple, based on that warn by
Nuns in the early 20th. Century.
One
of the Nuns, a plump, voluptuous looking woman in her well-preserved 60s, looks
around the room with a smile and a sweep of her arm. “Oh, yes Claudia, I’ve
said it before. This is a really nice Holo-lounge. I think it’s the best I’ve
seen.”
Claudia, a beautiful 55 year old with dancing blue eyes, is the Abbess
0f the 0rder, Mother Superior to the Brides of the Emperor, friend and ally of
the Emperor himself and fanatical supporter of all the cruel anti-female laws
enforced by the Empire since the end of the Corporate War and the fall of
Capitalism. She looks around the room and smiles at the compliment. “It should
be, Gloria.” She laughs. “It cost a fortune.”
“State
of the Art technology always does, my dear.” Added Senator Quintus Maximus, the
old man in the toga, with a chuckle, “Bet it’s worth it, though, eh?” And he
groped the Abbess’s full, round buttocks with his claw-like hand.
“It
certainly is. Quintus” Claudia laughed, allowing the ageing lech to squeeze her
plump arse. “We can get every holo-channel in the world, public or private,
into this room and you will think you are really there. You can even smell the
sweat.”
“Not to
mention the blood and the shit, on the channels we visit.” Giggled Maria, a 33
year old Nun from
“Well,” The Abbess grinned “We, the Brides of the Emperor, believe it is
our duty to support and encourage the severe punishment of all women who do not
adhere, wholeheartedly, to the Emperor’s rule of law. That is what we do. It is
our work for our beloved Husband.”
“And
don’t you enjoy your work, too, Claudia?” Remarked Gaius Julius, with a wicked
twinkle in his mischievous blue eyes. The youngest of the four men, he holds 25
year old Sister Drusilla in his muscular arms and squeezes her affectionately.
“Oh
yes,” Claudia laughed, her eyes dancing. “I relish it. We must keep the bitches
in their proper place. If it takes fear and humiliation to do that, then so be
it.”
She
moves to one of the strange armchairs and indicates to her three colleagues to
do the same. When each Nun and her male companion are standing by a chosen
chair, Claudia smiles, lasciviously, “Right, girls.” She chuckles. “Let’s get
more comfortable.”
All
four Nuns fumble at their waists and their voluminous black skirts fall around
their feet, leaving them, apart from their gartered black stockings and black
patent shoes, naked from the waist down. The women’s broad hips, full white
thighs, softly rounded bellies and buttocks are the epitome of what is
considered to be the height of beauty for the age. Their plump, smooth, naked
sex lips, that bulge out from between firm fleshed thighs are permanently free
of pubic hair now that science panders to fashion and from their exposed red
cracks hang the darker red folds of their inner vaginal lips, glistening wetly
around the fat stalks of their unnaturally big clitoris’.
As
the four naked slave girls rise and clear away the discarded garments, the
Nuns, accompanied by ribald remarks and laughter from the men, stretch open the
two cleverly concealed and tightly banded holes in the front of their cassock
tops and firmly pull one big globe of soft white breast flesh through each.
When the women had finished, their breasts, tightly clenched around the base,
stood out like swollen white balls on the jet black material of what was left
of their habits. At the tip of each fleshy globe sprouted, in various shades of
brown or pink, fat rubbery nipples, each at least an inch long. In these days
of easy bio-genetic engineering, most wealthy people had their bodies changed
in any way that suited them. Shapely figures, natural breasts grown to any
shape or size you wanted them. Anything could be done. With rich men, of
course, penises were a must. Length was strictly legislated. A man could grow a
prick up to 12 inches long and suitable girthed, with the strength of a great
erection to go with it. Not to mention an abundance of semen. More than 12
inches, only the licensed government “Cunt Busters” were allowed to have. These
men were official Executioners and Torturers and used their shafts as ‘tools’
of their trade. If you’ll excuse the pun.
The
four men quickly stripped off their clothing and sandals and threw them to the
side of the room. All sported massive erections of between 10 and 12 inches.
Quintus looked the most grotesque. His old body, thin and stringy, with it’s
great; pot bellied gut bulging out over the ugliest 12 inches imaginable. Its
Great length matched by a massive girth was topped
by a huge plum shaped knob, the whole covered with thick knotty vanes. Claudia
loved that cock. It was Quintus grotesqueness that attracted her to him, that
and his great Baseball sized bollocks that hung halfway down his bony old
thighs.
The
old man helped her onto the padded chair, taking the opportunity to grope her
wet sex while he did so. When she could see all the Nuns were ready to take up
there preferred positions she looked at the four slave girls who were standing,
apprehensively awaiting her word of command.
“Right Sluts.” She snapped at the naked girls. “Are you ready to serve?”
In
answer the four Slaves nodded to their Mistress and opened their mouths wide.
Through their full lips thrust, in a hideously reptilian fashion, long, fat,
flicking tongues. These tongues, for most of their pink nine-inch length, were
broad and full, but tapered to a thin, firm, pointy tip. The four girls, eager
to please, wriggled their tongues, obscenely, for the inspection of the
sneering Nuns and their leering partners.
“You, Winny.” Said Claudia, gesturing to the Negress to take her place
between the stirrups at the end of her couch. “You will serve me. You others
will serve the Reverent Sisters.” She clapped her beautifully manicured hands.
“Quickly now.”
The
girls ran, each to her allocated Nun, and helped them take up their preferred
position on the couches.
Winny lifted the back of Claudia’s couch, so the Abbess could sit up.
She then arranged the Mother Superior’s beautiful, black stockinged legs, into
the stirrups and swung down and fastened back the padded seat, so that the
lovely Nun’s plump arse protruded out over the end. She then pushed the
stirrups out and clipped them back, spreading Claudia’s full, white thighs and
buttocks wide and exposing her fat, naked sex and large pouting pink anus, to
all in the room.
Sister Gloria chose to arrange herself the same way as Claudia and sat
with her full, wet cunt lips agape and her big crinkled brown anus winking at
As
he lasciviously fondled the Mother Superior’s bulging breasts, Quintus
lustfully eyed the deformed teats of the Slavegirls.
“Amazing Udders on your Lappers, Claudia.” Leered the old letch. “Were
they genetically modified when you had they’re tongues done?”
“I
could have had them done that way, Quitus.” Claudia chuckled. “But there are
some things I like doing myself, with brute force. It takes a lot longer, but I
get a lot more of pleasure out of it.”
She
looked at Winny, who had just finished adjusting the sofa and motioned the
Negress to come close.
“Let
me show you how we do it.” She smiled. Watching the black girl’s lovely
frightened face, closely, the Abbess took the Slave’s big right breast in her
left hand and gripped it brutally. Then she gripped the girl’s big, long nipple
in her right hand and cruelly pulled the teat away from the breast, stretching
the long, rubbery dug to an alarming length. The young Negress shrieked with
pain. Tears streamed down her pretty face. Her mouth open wide, her nine-inch
reptilian tongue thrust straight out and vibrated amusingly as she screamed.
The Nuns laughed with cruel delight and the men all gazed lustfully, their
great pricks beating against their bellies.
“Can
I try that?”Grinned Brutus, Gloria’s 62-year-old lover. Built like a
Wight-lifter and as fit as a fiddle, he moved his cupped hands towards
“Later Darling.” Claudia laughed, releasing the weeping Winny’s
throbbing teat. “We don’t have the time at the moment. Just juggle Gloria’s
tits for a while, there’s a good boy.”
The
voluptuous Abbess pushed the sobbing Negress to her knees between her plump,
splayed thighs. “Abbot.” She said. “How long before the Event will start?”
“It
is scheduled for 2-00p.m. Reverent Mother.” The Computer’s calm voice answered.
“Should it start on time, that would be in 6 minuets.”
“Well, these things rarely start on time.” Claudia said, settling her
self down comfortably, while gripping Winny’s hair in both hands. “Still, I
think we had better go in now, so as not to miss any thing.”
“Certainly, Reverent Mother.” The machine replied.
The
room seemed to shimmer and blur for a second and, suddenly; they were in a much
bigger room, a hall, full of people.
The
Nuns and their men looked around at the crowd with interest. There must have
been about 200 there, both men and women. An audience, they sat or sprawled in
long tiered, half-circled rows of plush seats, that swept down to the wide, low
stage, as in a Greek theatre. Plied with drinks by naked slave girls, they were
all slightly drunk and in various stages of undress. Some already stark naked
and indulging in all manner of sexual antics, the sound of their laughter and conversation
filled the hall.
“Quite a crowd.” Chuckled Gaius Julius, gazing around.
“The
Mare’s Cup is always well attended.” Said Quintus, with an air of superior
knowledge. “And there will be hundreds of thousands of people right across the
world, watching on Holo-Channel too. Just as we are.”
“Can
they see us?” Asked Drusilla, wriggling her sopping sex down on Flavia’s
hard-working mouth.
“No.”
Quintus laughed. “The only people that can be seen are those who are actually
at the show. But as far as we are concerned, we are here as well.”
Claudia looked down at her cunt lapper’s tearful face. The girl gazed up
at her mistress with frightened expectancy, her dark eyes brimming with tears
and her amazing 9-inch tongue hanging out of her mouth and flicking nervously.
The Abbess smiled at the young Negress, evilly. “You be sure to do me the way I
like it, you black bitch.” She sneered. “Get that tongue of yours in deep, with
plenty of wriggling. Keep those lovely full lips sucking hard and your fingers
frigging. Oh, yes. And don’t forget my arsehole. Suck it well and get your
tongue right up there and stir my shit.” She laughed down at the girl. “I now
how much you love the taste of it.”
Hastily, Winny dropped her pretty head to Claudia’s plump, bald sex. Her
long, fat tongue plunged deep between the folds of the Nun’s full cunt lips,
right up into her belly. The Negress wrapped her full lipped mouth around
Claudia’s fat pudenda and sucked hard. The Abbess gasped as she felt the tip of
the girl’s tongue probe into the mouth of her cervix and wriggle right up into
her womb. Winny, warming to her task, gripped her mistress’ big clitoris
between the finger and thumb of her left hand and squeezed it rhythmically. She
could feel the thick, milky seminal fluid gush copiously out of the older
woman’s crack and fill her mouth. Allowing some of this cuntcream to flow over
her bottom lip and down into the grove between Claudia’s buttocks, the Negress
spread this lubrication, generously over the Nun’s big, pouting anus and firmly
thrust two fingers of her right hand straight up the holy lady’s arse.
“Aaaah, yes!” Gasped Claudia, as she shuffled herself forward on the
padded seat and made herself more comfortable. She slipped her left arm around
the back of Quintus’ waist as he stood at her left side and gripping his stiff
prick’s thick, gnarled shaft in the soft fingers of her right hand, she pumped
it slowly up and down. “Those frames look interesting.” She remarked, referring
to the 10 odd looking contraptions that looked a bit like bicycle frames, fixed
in a row across the front of the stage.
“Yes, what on earth are they?” Asked Gloria.
“They, my dear, are the frames they impale the Mares on, so that they
can be braced for mounting.” Explained Quintus.
The
chromium plated tube frames were lined, end on, across the front of the stage
and topping the main angled upright on each, was a black inflated ball, the
size of a soccer ball.
“Well, don’t tell me they can impale
them on those things.” Laughed Drusilla, as she rubbed her sopping quim down
into her lapper’s mouth and pressed her anus back onto Gaius Julius’ thrusting
fingers. “They’ll never get those up them!”
“Oh,
they will have to deflate them first, of course.” Quintus chuckled. “They
deflate the ball; impale the Mares and when the shaft is well up, they inflate
it again. They’ve inflated them now so that we can all see just how big they
get.”
“Yes,
we won’t be able to see it when it’s sunk, will we?” added Brutus.
“We’ll certainly be able to see the affect.” Laughed Quintus. “The Mares
bellies swell up like they are 10 months pregnant. It’s quite funny, really.”
“Noisy, too.” Giggled Claudia, gripping Winny by her hair and pulling
the black girl’s face hard against her flowing cunt. “There are tears from the
outset, but that’s when the shrieking starts,”
“Hello.” Said Brutus. “I think we’re about to begin. Here’s the M.C.”
A
big man in a blue edged white toga, walked to the centre of the stage.
“Yes, that’s Bilious.” Quintus continued. “He always compares this
event.”
Bilious raised his hands for silence and the babble of excited voices
died away.
“Ladies and Gentlemen.” The M.C. called in a loud and clear voice. “Welcome to all of you who are here with
us today to see this unique and amusing competition. Whether you are here in
the flesh.” He stops, leers and looks around at the near naked audience, before
continuing. “Or have joined us from afar via our great Holographic Comedy
Channel.” He gives a broad smile and a wave towards the spot where Claudia’s
group, plus 14 million or so other holo-viewers would seem to be situated.
“However, I will not take up any more of your time and hold up the proceedings.
Let the show begin.” He gives a flourish of his arm. “Bring on the Mares.”
There is a great fanfare of trumpets. The curtains open and, amid loud
and excited cheering from the crowd, the Mares are lead on.
There are 10 Mares unfortunate enough to be competing. Made up of girls
from good Plebeian, middle class, backgrounds, between the ages of 18 years and
26. Well made, full figured young women, chosen for their general beauty, but
in particular, for the splendour their arses. They are paraded around the stage
in single file, lead by their Stable Maids, who are dressed in old fashioned
white shirts, buff jodhpurs and black riding boots. The Mares themselves are
displayed stark naked, faces made up; finger and toenails painted, nipples, sex
lips and anal rosettes died various shades of pink or red, depending on their
race and colouring. This year there are 9 Caucasian Mares and 1 Arab. Most of
the Patrician class is white and 75% of the ‘Plebes’. Most of the other races
that survived Armageddon are found among the ‘Prols’ (workers) or slaves. Only
Plebe girls or, on very rare occasions, Patricians, are considered for Mares.
Women who, for one reason or another, have fallen on hard times. Mostly girls
who have been sold to the ‘Entertainment World’ by a male relative to cover a
debt or just for spite. These are women from a sheltered background, who can be
really shamed and humiliated. Shaming women like these is much more fun.
“They
don’t look very happy about it, do they?” Laughed Maria as they all gloated
over the Mares.
“No,
they do not.” Leered Gloria. “I can’t think why.”
It
was plain from the look on the girls faces that they had had it explained to
them just what was going to be done to them. All were weeping and sobbing. Fear
and anguish etched onto their pretty features. Naked as they were, the blush of
shame could be plainly seen spreading down over they’re faces and down over
they’re ample breasts. Black leather cuffs circled each of their wrists and
just above their elbows and each of the girl’s wrists were tightly clipped
behind her back to her opposite elbows, forcing back her shoulders and thrusting
out her breasts to the lustful stare of the mob. Each Mare had her hair tied up
into two long bunches above her ears and the only other thing they wore was a
tight, black leather belt around their waist, from which hung on each side, a
soft leather loop that reached half way down their full thighs. Each Mare had
protruding from the crack of her bald and baby smooth sex, a fat clitoris, the
size of which had obviously been enhanced by Bio-Genetics. It was to these big
and sensitive ticklers that the Stable Maids had attached their leashes with
sharp toothed spring-clips and with viscous jerks and pulls, led the Mares
around the stage to the jeers and cat-calls of the crowd.
After
a couple of circuits of the front row seats, the Stable Maids led the Mares to
stand across the front of the stage, one behind each of the support frames,
with they’re superb arses to the audience. An expectant hush fell over the
crowd.
“Here
we go.” Chuckled Claudia, her eyes dancing with cruel delight.
An
anguished groan came from the sobbing Mares as the Stable Maids unclipped the
leashes from the girl’s clits. As they stood waiting, the large black balls on
the ends of the frames deflated with a loud hiss and quickly took the shape of
enormous 12 inch long dildos standing strait up, stiffly, from the seats of the
frames. Now all was ready. The Stable Maids pushed the sobbing Mares foreword
until they straddled the dildos and then made them squat down until their fat
naked cuntlips spread over the top of the massive black knobs. In that lewd
position, sitting on the top of those 4-inch diameter shafts, they were made to
wait while Bilious came foreword and made a quick inspection. All the while,
the Nuns and their companions, along with the rest of the audience, got a first
class, ringside view of all the points of contact beneath that superb row of
arses.
Bilious lifted his hand. “Friends.” He said. “Allow me to explain a few
facts to you.” He looks over to where the 10 fat arses were hovering over the
dildos.
“These fine plump Mares have had, over the last few days, a number of
special drugs administered to them. These drugs will induce in them; despite
all their resistance, an extremely high response to sexual stimulus.” Here the
mob hooted, gleefully. Bilious continued. “An ultra-high sensitivity of all
their erogenous zones. Especially their nipples and clits. Remember these had
already been made extra sensitive while being genetically enhanced. Their
cunts, their G-spots, their innards. Special attention has been paid to their
arseholes,” Cheers from the mob. “Rectums,” Hoots from the crowd. “Bowels and
tripe’s.” Jeers and catcalls. “All will respond powerfully to sexual stimulus,
even through shame and pain. As a matter of fact, with these drugs, pain will
produce an even more spectacular response.”
Holding up his hand to silence the crowd, He points under the squatting
Mares. “You see that thick white stuff now running down the sides of the dildos
like grease down a candle ? Well that’s Seminal fluid. Yes, the Sluts are
already producing cunt-cream by the bucketful, so let’s get on with it.”
As
the audience howls its delight, Bilious turns to the Stable Maids.
“You
girls may need your ridingcrops for this.” He grins. “Get the sluts right down
on those dildos. Impale them to the root.”
The
Stable Maids moved in front of the Mares and placing one hand on the weeping
girls shoulders, they shouted their orders.
“Get
down on that Prick. Go on. Force yourself right down on it. Harder. Harder. Go
on. Down more. Right down. Further. More. More.”
Crying
and screaming in pain as they forced and stretched their highly sensitised
cuntcracks down over the great girths of the huge dildos, the Mares squatted
lower and lower. Still not satisfied, the Stable Maids began lashing down at
the weeping young women’s defenceless breasts, much to the delight of the
crowd, who from their position behind the Mares, had a great, uninterrupted
view of the action taking place under the screaming girls rounded buttocks.
The
Nuns, like all the other women in the hall, were shrieking in a sexual frenzy.
Eyes blazing with lust, shouting obscenities and humping their cunts against
the furiously plunging and twirling tongues of the lappers, they embraced their
lovers and pumped the men’s pricks in their hot little fists.
“Aaaah. Fuck !” Cried Claudia. “I’m spurting more cream than those
whores on the stage.”
Within
a few minuets, the Maids had impaled all 10 Mares right down on the dildos, to
the hilt. This done, they pushed their weight down onto the bound bodies of the
weeping young women while Bilious stooped down and examined each point of
connection, to make sure all the Mares were firmly plugged and the preparations
could continue. He stopped at three of the frames where an inch or so of dildo
shaft was still seen protruding from painfully expanded pudenda. Adding his
weight to that of the Maid’s, he pushed down, heavily, on the screaming girl’s
bodies, until the full length of shaft was completely embedded in their bellies
and their stretched cuntlips were pressed down hard around the crosspieces at
its base. Satisfied that all was now ready, he signalled for the preparations
to continue.
For a moment the only sound in the hall
was that of the weeping girls sobbing. Then the Mares started to squeal in
alarm, much to the amusement of the laughing Stable Maids, still holding them
down firmly on the deeply embedded dildos. The Mares alarmed cries quickly
turned to shrieks of fear. The crowd roared and applauded with cruel delight,
as they realised that the big dildos were once again inflating into round
balls, deep in the girl’s stomachs.
The
Nuns too were shrieking, but with spiteful laughter. They watched as the Maids,
knowing that the squatting Mares were now fixed fast to the frames, stepped
away from the screaming girls, to allow the delighted throng to enjoy their
agonised writhing, as the expanding balls swelled they’re guts.
“By
fuck !” Claudia cried, pointing excitedly towards the stage. “Look at those big
bellies. You can see them swelling up before your eyes.”
“How
those fucking whores must be feeling.” Yelled Drusilla. And all four Nuns
laughed with cruel delight as each of them orgasmed in the arms of their
rutting lovers.
After
a few noisy minuets, the Mares writhing stopped, the bitterly crying women were
now all squatting down on the ends of their frames, their bodies firmly
anchored into position by the hugely inflated dildos. Wrists strapped to elbows
behind their backs, breasts thrust forward, their huge bellies grossly swollen
as if they were all in the advanced stages of pregnancy, cunts stretched and
dilated to an alarming 8inch diameter around the fully inflated shafts, the
girls horrified shrieks had died away to a sustained moaning, sobbing and
groaning, as they waited, fearfully, for the next stage to commence. They did
not have to wait long.
At a signal
from Bilius, the Stable Maids moved in on the Mares. Bending them forward, they hung the girls
breasts over the chrome steel, handle-bar like support on the front of the
frames and, gripping each girl by the ankles, pulled their feet towards their now
hanging breasts, draped as they were over the tubes on the front end of the
frames. From their pockets, the Maids
took two 4 inch long lengths of strong thread with slip-loops at each end and
quickly slipped the loops at one end around the girls’ big toes and the loops
at the other end around the girl’s long, thick nipples. On the release of their
feet, the Mares found that their big toes were attached to their breasts,
forcing them to bend forward with their legs extended to the front, but with
their knees bent out to the sides of their bodies to take the strain off their
alarmingly stretched nipples and their breasts which were pulled over the front
support bar. In this painful and humiliating position, the Mares lovely fat
arses were thrust out at the audience in a most vulnerable and defenceless
manner, with the leather loops hanging down from their belts, on ether side. As
one last refinement, the Stable Maids reached under the Mares swollen bellies
to where the sobbing girls big bloated clits protruded from their shockingly
stretched cuntlips and deftly slipped a sharp toothed metal clip, attached to a
short electric wire, onto the long, fat, blood congested stalks. This brought
more cries of protest from the cruelly abused girls.
As the
lustful mob jeered at the weeping, blushing Mares lewd poses there was another
loud trumpet fanfare and from the wings marched a line of 10 strutting jockeys.
The crowd applauded and roared its approval, while the terrified Mares
struggled, franticly and vainly, to free themselves.
The
Jockeys were all tall, muscular men, built like bodybuilders. They wore a
variety of coloured caps and racing silks, which came down only as far as
they’re waists. Below this, they were stark naked to the tops of their black
riding boots. Standing stiffly against their muscled stomachs and bobbing up
and down as they marched, could be plainly seen, their huge and magnificent
pricks. Professionally licensed at 13 inches long and a shocking 5 inches in
diameter, these superb tools of their trade, only differed from one another by
their variety of shapes and colour. Covered in warty nodules or knotty vanes or
both, each of these huge cocks was terrifying in their symmetry.
After
arrogantly marching in front of the cheering audience for some minuets, the
Jockeys marched around in front of the terrified Mares and lewdly exposed
themselves to the popping eyes of the horrified young women. After gazing at
the instruments of their fate for some short moments, the Mares once again
started they’re fearful moaning. Two of them pissed themselves in public, there
and then.
“Prepare to mount.” Bilius called, with a grin.
The
strutting jockeys marched around to the Mare’s rears and took up position with
each one facing his mount’s superbly rounded and defenceless arse.
Standing behind their Mares, the jockey’s took the
opportunity to lean forward
and examine their lovely plump arses. Every thing
was exposed to view. From the girls defenceless arseholes to their grossly
dilated cuntlips. Chuckling, the jockeys exchanged ribald comments with the
audience about the size of the Mares cunts, much to the amusement of the mob.
“Oh!
Why don’t they get on with it?” Cried Gloria, as Marcus and Gaius Julius moved
to take up position behind Maria and Drusilla.
As if
he had heard her comment, Bilius raised his arm and pointed a starter pistol
into the air. “Mount.” He bellowed above the din.
The
audience fell silent as each jockey placed his left booted foot into the
leather loop that hung down on the left, from the Mares belts, which now
wrapped high on the groaning girls hugely swollen bellies.
“Up.”
Bilius bellowed again.
The jockeys pressed their full Wight down
on the looped stirrup and straddling the girls backs, swung their right foot
over into the right-hand stirrup. Leaning foreword, the jockeys gripped the
hair-bunches that grew from each side of the girls heads and, pulling back on
them as if they were rains, stood up in the stirrups and, with their full weight,
forced the Mares expanded cunts down onto the bases of the inflated balls.
Their
heads thrown back, the Mares screamed to the ceiling.
“Ready.” Bilius shouted.
The jockeys
crouched down over their mounts and the Stable Maids, taking hold of their
mighty pricks, lined up the shafts and pressed the huge knobs firmly against
the Mares defenceless arseholes.
“Steady.” Called Bilius, to a now hushed house.
The
jockeys tensed they’re muscular buttocks, ready for the thrust.
CRACK.
Before
the sound of the shot had died away, each jockey rammed his iron- hard shaft
through his mount’s exploding anus and deep into her shit packed bowels. Heads
thrown back, the Mares collective shriek drowned out the pistol shot and nearly
lifted the roof. This was accompanied by a great shriek of cruel glee from the
delighted audience.
The
two younger Nuns, Maria and Drusilla, had climaxed at the sight, as their own
bowels were shafted by Markus and Gaius Julius.
“Fuck.” Shouted Claudia, as Quintus sprayed his first discharge of the
day over her naked breasts and belly. “Did you see the shit spurt as they
thrust in?”
“Natural lubricant is always best for buggery.” Laughed Brutus, as he
kneaded Gloria’s big breasts.
“Sweet
Fucking Hell.” Claudia laughed, pointing at the stage. “Look at the speed of
those buggerings.”
She was
rightly amazed. The Jockey’s great shafts pistonned in and out at full thrust
and at an alarming speed. Plunging from knob to bollocks in the shrieking Mares
ravaged intestines they reached the farthest depths of the girls bowels. At
each inward thrust, gouts of shit were seen to spurt from between the shafts
and the grossly distended lips of the Mares arseholes.
“You
are right, Quintus.” Claudia laughed. “They’ve all greased up, nicely.”
On
stage, the Stable Maids were now standing in front of their Mares and were
loudly encouraging the bitterly crying girls to “Move that fat arse.”
And
“Come on. Clench your arsehole.”
And
“Buck back. Milk him. Faster. Faster.”
The
weeping Mares, remembering the fate awaiting the winner, began franticly
bucking their big arses back onto the swiftly plunging pricks of the sweating
jockeys and attempting to milk the pistoning shafts by clenching their raped
rectums even tighter around the great girths. The Stable Maids, on a bonus if
they could succeed, urged the buggered girls on to greater effort by cruelly
whipping their stretched breasts with their riding crops.
The
sound of the bucking Mares crying and sobbing and even the sound of the ten
huge pistoning pricks, plunging in and out of ten shit greased arseholes, could
be clearly heard, even over the roars of the crowd, through cleverly placed
microphones on the bracing frames. The laughing Nuns and their party heard
every wet slurp and fart that was forced out of the raped girls ravaged bowels
and with cruel delight cheered the sweating jockeys on, to even harsher
treatment of their shrieking, franticly bucking mounts.
Suddenly, a jockey groaned through gritted teeth. Throwing back his head
he bellowed and discharged a great wad of boiling spunk, deep into the sucking
bowels of his sweat-steaming mount. Squealing with delighted relief the
successful Mare continued clenching her buttocks around the softening shaft,
even when her rider was collapsed exhausted over her back, and quickly milked
the last thick gouts of clotted cream, out of his great dangling bollocks.
“Well,
that’s the first one.” Cried Gloria, as Brutus kneaded her big breasts.
Even as
she spoke, four more bellowing jockeys shot their wads of thick sex-snot deep
into their Mare’s spasming, shit slicked bowels.
“Yes,
here they go.” Laughed Claudia. “Won’t be long now.”
“Come
on, boys.” Screamed Drusilla. “Ram it up them.”
“Ho
ho!” Chuckled Quintus. “There goes another two.”
As the
next two sweating riders roared their finish to the crowd and pounded their
discharges deep into their bucking Mares fat arses, the defeated jockeys
extracted the long, softening shafts of their cock from their mounts still
spasming turd-tubes. Then, slapping the successful Mares across their fat arses
as they left, the finished jockeys walked through the curtains and disappeared
at the back of the stage.
Working quickly, the Stable Maids released the successful Mares from their bindings and, deflating the
dildos, helped the relieved and delighted girls to dismount from the bracing
frames. Once freed, the Mares were lined up across the stage in front of the
remaining racers. There, still weeping and holding their stretched and abused
bodies, but happy in the knowledge that they personally were out of the
running, they waited fearfully for the ordeal to end.
The
last three Jockeys, mindful of their bonus, furiously and vigorously rode their
shrieking mounts to the finish. Each rider, thrusting down hard in his
stirrups, pounded his great, steel hard shaft in to the root, with every gut
wrenching ram. Farts and spurts of shit were forced out of the bitterly crying
girls grossly stretched and swollen arseholes as they desperately pushed their
raped arses back to meet each thrust.
The
seventh Jockey began to groan through clenched teeth. His Mount, the
sweating Negress, sensing his imminent climax,
squealed with delight and moved her ravaged rump and clenching rectum furiously
back and fore over his jerking, pistoning prick. He gave a yell and fired a
great volley of clotted spunk deep into the girl’s pounded tripes, before
falling foreword across her back. Now only two Mares remained.
As
the seventh Jockey left the stage and his black mount was released and lead to
the Mares line-up, the two remaining Mares, each realising that she could be
the winner, frantically bucked their clenching arseholes back onto their
Jockeys plunging shafts, in a frenzied attempt to suck out their sperm. The two
Stable Maids, seeing the loss of their bonus, wildly lashed the Mares breasts
with their ridingcrops, to spur them on to greater effort.
“Come
on, you slut.” They shouted at their charges. “Faster. Faster. You’re going to
win.”
Furiously ridden by their Jockeys, their sweat soaked bodies steaming
under the hot lights of the hall, their kicking legs stretching their swollen
nipples to alarming lengths, their full buttocks clapping together as they
franticly humped the swiftly thrusting pricks raping their bowels, both Mares
shrieked hysterically as they raced for the finish. Frothing at mouth, cunt and
anus, their tearful faces looking up to the ceiling as their heads were
viciously pulled back by the braided bunches of hair at the sides of their
heads, both girls were jeered on by the yelling crowd.
Suddenly, one of the galloping Jockeys threw back his head “Oh, fuck!”
he yelled. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”And grinding his teeth, he shot a great
spout of thick spunk into his mount’s spasming turd tube.
As the successful Mare laughed and
sobbed with relief as she was released from the bracing frame, the last Mare
broke down into shirking hysterics. Her victorious Jockey, his muscular body
dripping with perspiration and still crouched over his mount’s full, fat arse,
punched the air in jubilation. As the cheering audience shouted their delight
at the out-come, the winning rider rammed his stiff and throbbing shaft deep
into the screaming girl’s raped colon and with gritted teeth, kept his pulsing
prick embedded in her big bum.
Now
only the winning Mare and her triumphant Jockey remained on front of stage. The
sobbing girl, still braced firmly on the frame and mounted by her rider, was
crying, bitterly. To a cheer from the crowd, Bilius stepped up to the pair and
held up a large and crystal clear glass cup to the audience. The din died away
to silence as they all waited for the compare to speak. All that could be heard
was the sobbing and weeping of the Mare.
“Ladies
and Gentlemen.” Bilius cried, still holding the Cup on high.” We have a winner,
and this lovely slut will now be presented with her prize.”
One of
the Stable Maids brought in a short pedestal and set it down on the floor
before the weeping Mare. She then knelt down next to it and when Bilius placed
the glass Cup on the stand, she gripped its base and held it steady, just about
a foot in front of the tearful Mare’s lovely, horrified face.
There
was a loud fanfare of trumpets and a Maid led forward the Mare who was the
first to finish. Standing the girl before the Cup, the Made turned her and
positioned her so that her round arse was towards the Cup and right before the
tearful eyes of the winning Mare.
“Squat.” Bilius shouted, his voice booming in the silent hall. The
standing girl obediently squatted down and thrust back her lovely bum until it
hung above the crystal Cup.
The
Winning Mare gazed in dismay at the rounded arse suspended just 12 inches
before her lovely face.
“Grip
Buttocks.” Yelled Billius.
The
squatting girl put both her arms back and gripped a full cheek in each hand.
“Spread wide.” Bilius yelled, again.
The
squatting girl pulled her plump arsecheeks apart and spread them wide open.
There, revealed to all, but mostly to the popping eyes of the winning Mare, was
her pouting, red-raw, swollen arsehole. Steaming and ringed with shit, it
seemed to be puckering to the distraught winner, for a kiss.
“Oh,
fuck!” Groaned Claudia, swinging herself off the couch. “I have to change
position. I need bugging badly.”
“Me
too.” Laughed Gloria. “These two sluts have the right idea.”
And
the two older women took up similar positions as their younger colleagues. As
soon as they were sitting on their lappers faces, Quintus and Brutus stood
behind the women and thrust their throbbing cocks deep into their fluttering
bowels.
On
stage, the winning Mare was trying to turn her head away from the scene in
front of her, but her Jockey, pulling hard on her bunched hair, kept her facing
the Cup. She tried shutting her eyes, but she screamed as her Stable Maid sent
a flash of electric through her congested clit.
“Keep
your eyes open and watch what’s happening.” She was told. “Or I’ll give you
some more.”
Horrified, the weeping winner kept her tearful eyes fixed on the
squatting girl’s bulging anus.
“Strain.” Barked Bilius.
A red
blush of shame spread over the face and breasts of the squatting Mare,
at the gross act she was being forced to do in
public. She glanced at her Stable Maid, who lifted her ridingcrop
threateningly. Her pretty face turned a deeper red as she strained her bowels.
The
winner saw the squatting girl’s red-raw arsehole bulge right out, peel open and
with a wet fart, a great spurt of thick, shit streaked spunk squirted into the
big glass Cup.
“Ooooh!” Squealed Drusilla. “What a lovely Marbling effect on that
spunk. It’s just like chocolate ripple milkshake.”
“Well.” Laughed Maria. “After a buggering like they have had, their
shit’s been beaten into a batter.”
“As
yours will be, by the time I’ve finished with you.” Chuckled Markus, his mighty
prick sliding in and out of the young Nun’s stretched anus.
“You
can be sure of one thing.” Giggled Claudia, thrusting her ring back onto
Quintus’ gnarled shaft. “It won’t taste or smell like chocolate milk-shake.”
And they all laughed with spiteful glee.
Back
on stage, amid wet, spluttering farts, the first girl had managed a few more
copious spurts, before she was marched back into line and the second girl was
led out to take her place. She, in turn, was made to squat over the Cup, spread
her fat arse-cheeks and squirt out what her Jockey had so vigorously pumped into
her.
The
winning Mare was getting quite agitated. She had been told what was to happen
to the winner. Even so, she could not believe it.
One
after the other, the Mares were led up to the glass Cup. They all deposited a
good wad inside. The audience, all mostly naked and indulging in an all-out
orgy of sex, shrieked with cruel laughter as three of the Mares, two Blondes
and the Neggress, plopped in a few little turds, for good measure.
Finally the last in the line of Mares was led to the crystal Cup.
Turning her back to the audience, she thrust back her rounded buttocks at the
sobbing winner and squatted down over the waiting glass. As they had been
instructed, with her hands on her knees, the girl looked back over her shoulder
at the horrified face of the ‘Winner’. That pitiful young woman, her swollen
belly still impaled on the cruelly inflated dildo and the great, stiff shaft of
her Jockey’s throbbing, pulsing prick still embedded to the root in her ravaged
bowels, her nose just 12 inches or so from the squatting girl’s swollen anus,
struggled, feebly on the bracing frame.
“Grip
Buttocks.” Called Bilius.
The
girl obeyed’
“Spread wide.” Came the shout.
The
girl’s red painted nails gripped her round, white bumcheeks and pulled them
wide apart.
“Strain.” Bilius yelled.
Her eyes
bulging from her head, which her rider viciously pulled up with his big hands
gripping her hair, the bound Mare gazed, tearfully, with a horrified
fascination, at the slowly pouting, shit ringed red rosette of the straining
girl’s bulging arsehole.
There
was silence in the big hall as every eye was fixed, gleefully, on the gross
spectacle before them. They saw the squatting girl’s swollen anus well out and
pout like a proffered kiss to the full lips of the bound Mare’s mouth. Then,
with a great wet fart, the pouting arsehole opened wide and a copious gush of
thick, shitty white spunk spurted into the almost full, glass trophy.
Along
with the rest of the crowd, the four lustful Nuns and their lecherous lovers,
jeered and applauded loudly, as farting and spluttering, the squatting Mare
filled the Cup full and splattered the sobbing girl’s lovely martyred Madonna’s
face with splashes of thick white and brown slime.
Now,
all was ready for the Presentation.
As the
last girl was led back to the line-up, Bilius lifted his hands for silence. The
crowd hushed as he spoke.
“And
now.” He smiled. “I have great pleasure in inviting our honourable guest, the
Princess Sara, the Emperor’s first cousin, to present the winning Mare with the
trophy.”
The
audience applauded wildly as a pretty, naked plump blonde lady in her
mid-thirties, walked out onto the stage and joined the group before the winning
Mare.
“Isn’t
she a friend of yours, Claudia?” Asked Gloria.
“Well,
we were fucked together and we’ve had our tongues up eachother’s bum, so you
could say we were friends, I suppose.” Answered the Holy Mother, panting
heavily as Quintus vigorously reamed her rectum and she squirmed deliciously on
Winny’s wriggling tongue. “She’s a lovely lady. Hot as hell and as cruel as
sin.”
Up on
the stage, Bilius lifted the brimming Cup and handed it to the Princess, who
took it with a giggle. Eyeing its contents gleefully, she spoke to the weeping
Mare.
“My
word!” She exclaimed. “Just look at all this lovely, rich, thick spunk from the
boys and quite a bit of girl’s poo-poo to flavour it, too.” She laughed
spitefully. “It will taste delicious. I know you are going to love it, Child.”
To
everyone’s delight, the Mare started to struggle, franticly on her perch.
Trying to turn her lovely face from the Cup, she kicked her legs out, wildly.
Her blue swollen nipples, tied as they were to her big toes, stretched a
painful and alarming 5 or 6 inches out from her purple, bruised breasts,
forcing loud screams from her pain contorted mouth. The deeply embedded Jockey,
pulled back viciously on her hair, drawing her head back and two Stable Maids
held her tightly, on each side. A third Stable Maid stood to the right of the
Princess, with a special, cruelly toothed, long handled tongs in her hands.
“Right everyone.” Snarled Bilius. “Hold the Slut tightly now.”
The
team held the sobbing girl firmly in their grip. She, tears flowing, clamped
her lips together tightly. The audience watched eagerly and the sweating Nuns
and their rutting lovers, gloated in delight over the amusing scene.
“Ready
now.” Bilius called. He lifted a remote control switch, pointed it at the
sobbing Mare and pressed the button.
The
Mare’s sweatcoated body jerked back violently in the arms of her captives, her
jaws shot open wide, her lips peeled back from her teeth and a great shriek
that nearly lifted the roof, filled the hall as a high volt blast of
electricity flashed through her swollen, bloated clit.
The
Nuns joined the Mob in a roar of cruel laughter. The Mare, her cunt racked with
pain, continued to shriek. Her mouth gaped wide and her tongue thrust right
out, stiff and quivering.
The
Stable Maid swiftly darted the tongs forward and snapped the cruel toothed
steel jaws tightly down onto the tip of the Mare’s tongue, splashing blood over
the girl’s face. The Mare’s shriek rose a good few octaves as the pain in her
crushed tongue met the keen jolt of electricity shooting through her badly
swollen
clitoris.
After
a long, few seconds, Bilius switched off the electric and the moaning girl
slumped in the arms of her captives. The Maid held tightly on to the tongs and
never loosened her grip on the girl’s tongue. The woman to the Mare’s right,
produced an implement which had a T crossed polished handle that she held in
her fist, while protruding from her middle fingers was a rod with two narrow
blunted hooks on its end. This she held above the Mare’s tearful face and
placed the two hooks into the girl’s nose, one into each of her nostrils. Then,
with a nod to the Maid with the tongs, she viciously pulled back the winning
Mare’s face by her stretched nostrils. As this was happening, the girl holding
the tongs pulled the victim’s tongue forward out of her mouth to a shocking
length of about six inches. In this manner, the squealing girl’s mouth was
held, gaping open upwards, towards the evilly smiling face of the naked
Princess.
“Right.” Laughed Sara. “Let us continue, shall we?”
A
sort of cutaway bowl was placed under the girl’s chin.
“That
is to catch any spew you might throw up.” Explained Sara, with a chuckle.
“We’ll just put it back into the Cup and feed it to you again.” She giggled
“I’m going to see that you take every drop.”
The
Nuns, their lovers and all the rutting throng, watched in silent glee, as the
Princess lifted the brimming glass over the girl’s lovely, tearful face and
tilted its rim down towards her stretched and widely gaping jaws. A long and
strangled cry was rising from the girl’s wide opened throat. With a wicked
giggle, Sara carefully pored a generous wad of thick, creamy, shit mottled
spunk, into the back of the gaping mouth and right into the girl’s widely
opened throat.
The
girl’s strangled scream suddenly turned into a spluttering, choking gargle as
the thick gout of brown and white slime, filled her gaping throat and mouth to
within a half inch of her teeth. Stopping the stream, momentarily, Sara peered
down into the gurgling Mare’s mouth.
“Ah
ah” She chuckled. “The Slut has somehow closed her throat and the first lot is
just sitting there. Let’s see if we can encourage the Whore to swallow it all
down with some enthusiasm.”
“Bilius, my sweet.” The evil little Princess smiled to the Compare.
“Maybe you could try tickling her clitty up with that little Shocker of yours.”
And turning to the Jockey she grinned. “And you can start bumming her again.
Slowly at first and then you can speed up your strokes and give it to her
harder as her drink goes down.”
“Right
then.” Laughed the Compare. “Get ready.”
And
suiting actions to words he pointed his remote control at the Mare and pressed
the button.
The
girl’s body leaped in the arms of her captives and gargling and squealing she
was forced the gulp down her obnoxious prize as the high volts of electric
cruelly flashed through her swollen, vibrating tickler. As soon as the
writhing, squealing girl gulped down a good mouthful of the foul slime, Sara
would quickly fill her pulled-open jaws to the brim.
“Mmmm.
I bet that’s lovely’” The naked little Princess crooned to the near vomiting
Mare. “It’s going down a treat.”
She
turned to the Jockey. “Go on.” She cried “You can give her a good, hard
buggering now.” She laughed cruelly. “You pound the Shit in her arse and I’ll
feed it to her this end.” And laughing wildly the pretty, naked lady pored the
vile mixture down the girl’s throat.
Lifting himself in the stirrups while crouching over the struggling
Mare’s back, the Jockey slowly eased his ridged length out of the girl’s
swollen, clenching arsehole, then, with a grunt, he rammed it home to the
depths of her spasming bowels. With gathering speed he resumed buggering his
mount vigorously.
With
an evil giggle, Sara tilted the Mare’s Cup right over and pored the last thick
clots of the vile slime into the gulping girl’s gaping mouth and down her
throat. Moments later, to the cheers of the mob, the plunging Jockey gave a
great bellow and discharged his boiling spunk deep into the girl’s innards.
The
four shrieking Nuns, they’re sweating lovers and the whole rutting audience,
climaxed at the same time.
After
a short rest, sprawled over the weeping girl’s back, the Jockey dismounted and
drew his long softening length, steaming and dribbling, from her gaping red raw
rectum. Punching the air to the crowd, he walked behind the stage certain and
out of sight.
After
she had made sure the Mare had swallowed every drop of the prize meal, Princess
Sara indicated to the Maids holding the tongs and nose hooks, to release the
girl’s tongue and nose. The girl’s lovely head fell foreword and she groaned
and dry-heaved on her bracing frame.
“Right,
Ladies and Gentlemen.” Called Bilius to the crowd. “If you would just line up
her, to the right of our little winner, you can all take your turn in doing
just what you like to the slut.”
And
with happy laughter, the mob began moving towards the stage.
As the
Nuns uncoupled themselves from their panting Studs and dismounted from the
juice-covered faces of their Lappers, Claudia spoke.
“Right.” She said. “I think we can leave it
there.”
There
was a chorus of disappointment from the two younger Nuns, but Claudia was firm.
“I’m
sorry, girls.” She smiled. “But Sister Gloria, Quintus and I have got to get
ready for our trip in the morning and I’ve got a lot to do before hand. Abbot.”
She called. “Out please.”
The
great Hall and its crowds of people, simmered for one second and once more the
little group were standing around the four padded couches in the Holo-lounge.
“Well,
thank you for that delightful interlude, Claudia.” Smiled Gloria, leaning over
and placing a wet, tongued kiss on Claudia’s lips.
“Oh,
yes.” Squealed Drusilla and Maria. “Thank you Sweet Reverent Mother.”
“It’s
just that we were hopping to watch that big Execution that’s on tomorrow.”
Pouted Drusilla. “They are going to really make that bitch shriek and it will
last for hours.”
“Yes.
Sweet Reverent Mother.” Maria leered. “Can you imagine how much cream Sister
Drusilla and I could squirt while watching that?”
“That
will be alright.” Laughed Claudia. “Come here tomorrow and Abbot will fix you
up. “ She spoke to the room. “Hear that Abbot?”
“Certainly, Reverent Mother.” The computer’s voice answered.
“Ooo.
Lovely.” Squealed Drusilla. And both younger Nuns kissed and fondled their
superior, lewdly.
“Are you
going far, Claudia?” Asked Markus, wiping his cock with a silk hanky.
“We are
popping over to
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