A Life of Slavery

I remained beneath my Queen, trapped in moist foul-smelling darkness. The loud echoing fart thundered in my ears as her massive wet cheeks totally enveloped me. My involuntary cries muffled, likely barely audible to my tormentors. Each breath stung my eyes and nostrils, and before long I could taste the smell as well. Of course, some part of me knew that I deserved this. My place was to serve, and speaking out of turn was simply not permitted. But still, being asked to serve a man? That still seemed like a bridge too far.

My thoughts were quickly interrupted by a whispering blast of hot damp air, and a barely audible giggle from my Queen above me. I tried to hold my breath, but I was so desperate for air that I couldn't avoid my punishment for long. My body betrayed me, and I gasped, taking the fart into my lungs. This one was far worse than the previous ones, as silent gas often was. I gagged, cried, and writhed in futility against my prison. At this point I couldn't tell what moisture was my Queen's ass sweat, and what was my tears. Outside of her ass I could hear the three of them, my Queen, my Goddess, and my Goddess' husband conversing. Perhaps if I were in a better state of mind, I could have determined what they were talking about. Whatever it was though, I doubt it was good news for me.

I don't know how long I was trapped in that gassy nightmare, but eventually my Queen's bloating died down. Suddenly, and certainly a divine blessing from her, the massive ass imprisoning me lifted. Cool air swept in around me, and I could not believe how truly sweet it was to breathe it in. I filled my lungs with deep breaths punctuated with sobs. I truly must have looked pathetic.

As my eyes adjusted to the temporary light of freedom, my Queen's strong hand wrapped around my chin as she lowered her face inches from mine.

"I hope you understand the price of any disobedience, no matter how minor," she spoke. "That was a bed of roses compared to what I can, and will, do to you if you ever speak out of turn again."

I nodded, my eyes wide with fear. "Yes, my Queen."

She released her grip and pushed my head aside with disdain.

"Good. Now, what are you going to do?" she asked.

I knew what answer she was looking for. I gulped.

"I..." I began, "I'm going to pleasure my Goddess' husband."

My Queen rolled her eyes. "And how are you going to do that, slave?"

I turned bright red with embarrassment. She wanted me to suffer the humiliation of saying it out loud.

"I'm going to...suck his cock." I mumbled, barely audibly.

As soon as I finished speaking, I was temporarily stunned by a blindly slap across my face. Tears streamed down my numb cheeks as I reeled from the blow.

"You're going to do what, slave?" my Queen demanded.

I cleared my throat, doing my best to ignore the intense pain. "I'm going to worship, pleasure, and suck his cock and anything else he requests of me," I spoke, louder this time.

My Goddess burst out laughing, and her husband just smiled. Did I really say that out loud? I couldn't believe what I had become.

My Queen nodded, and stepped away. The husband stepped forward, his manly physique towering above me. He had a bit of a gut, but you could tell he was strong and certainly would have no problem doing whatever he wanted to me. Without a word, he undid his belt and his jeans fell to the floor. Of course, he wasn't wearing underwear, as he was almost certainly expecting this.

The warm thick musk of the man's soft sweaty cock wafted over me, and everything in my mind told me to flee. I of course knew this wasn't an option, and likely never would be for a slave like me. I didn't have time to let this realization sink in, however, as his hand suddenly grabbed the back of my head and began to pull me towards his sweaty, unshaven crotch.

My Goddess giggled and turned to my Queen. "Now the slave will know what I have to deal with, these men never really keep things nice and clean for us."

My Queen smirked. "It's ok now, we have a slut to take care of nasty business like that for us. Feel free to use it whenever you don't want to suffer such a humiliating task."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my Goddess smile before her husband's hairy thighs cut off my peripheral vision.

"Start with the balls," he demanded. "I want to be nice and hard."

My eyes winded as I focused on his big hairy testicles. I had never really examined a man's crotch up this close before, and honestly I could see what my Goddess was complaining about. At least being smothered in a wonderful woman's ass is aesthetically pleasing. There was simply nothing redeeming about this hairy mess.

Goddess' husband's grip tightened, and I could tell he was getting frustrated by my apprehension. Not wanting another terrible punishment, I closed my eyes and flattened my tongue down my chin and pressed it against his testicles. The taste was truly worse than the smell. Stale sweat mixed with man musk dominated my senses as I began to slowly lick. The odor was almost vinegar-like, and it made my eyes water as it wafted up my nose. The matted hairs flopped against my tongue as I began to run my tongue down his sack. He let out a soft moan, and I could feel his hand grip my hair as my licking grew more intense. At the very least, I was slowly cleaning him up, and the taste of his crotch was being replaced by the dull notes of my saliva. In a way, this wasn't nearly as bad as the gas prison I had just suffered through.

"Open your mouth and fondle his balls with your lips, he really likes that," my Goddess ordered.

Like a true obedient slut, I opened wide and did as I was told. The soft, but somewhat heavy, balls settled on my mouth and I gently caressed them with my lips as my tongue ran along them. From this position I could look up and see his hairy stomach and thick soft cock above me, and it was certainly not a pleasant view. I could only imagine how I must have looked, dressed up like a schoolgirl slut gargling balls like this. I couldn't help but wonder if my Queen or Goddess were filming this too, but I tried to shut it out of my mind.

With each lick my shame grew, but admittedly my comfort in the situation grew as well. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, it really was just licking some hairy, sweaty skin, even if it belonged to another man. Although, in the eyes of my tormentors, I guess he was likely the only real man in the room at this point. Regardless, this was preferable to whatever sadistic punishment they likely would have come up with if I had tried to refuse again.

My thoughts were interrupted by a grunt and a pull. My head rose involuntarily from Goddess' husband's ball sack up to his cock. My eyes widened when confronted with the head, now glistening with pre-cum, just inches from my face. I could see the shaft grow and harden with each beat of the man's heart. Without another word, my face was forced forward and his cock was resting on my tongue. I could feel each throb as he grew more excited by the prospect of what was to come, and I cringed at the thought of what I now must do.

I took a deep breath and wrapped my tongue around the hardening shaft. The tip of his cock hit the back of my mouth, and the salty taste of pre-cum joined the other symphony of humiliating flavors in my mouth. There was no turning back at this point, I was a filthy slut sucking a near-stranger's cock. His grip tightened as his cock grew harder, and he began to slide it back and forth on my tongue. The man was aiming to face-fuck me while my Queen and my Goddess watched.

He grunted, hopefully with pleasure, and pushed my head further down. I felt the cock slide into my throat as my face was forced into his unkempt bush as my Goddess laughed.

"He's usually much more gentle with me," she mused. "I guess in this case, the slave is just a sex toy, so there's no need to consider its feelings."

I couldn't help but think she was probably right. Her husband's pubic hair itched as it pressed against my face, and the sweat smell was overwhelming, and combined with the cock in my throat, I couldn't help but gag. My body was trying to force the cock out, but my Goddess' husband had no intention of letting it.

"As a slut you have to learn how to deep throat, and this is the only way, " he commanded. "Take it."

I tried to nod with what little strength I had as my eyes welled up. I could no longer breathe, and I was involuntarily struggling against his powerful grip. Moments later, he finally relented as I wretched and gasped for air. Saliva and pre-cum dripped down my chin and onto my skirt, and I heard the sound of a camera shutter capturing this perfect moment of my humiliation. Before I could even consider protesting, the cock was forced back down my throat.

My Goddess' husband held it down there longer this time before finally relenting. My face must have been nearly blue, and I considered begging for mercy, but I knew what that would cause. The cock slid down again, and again, and again. Each time it somehow felt harder and larger than before, and the veins were now throbbing against my slave throat. The rhythm intensified, and soon I was truly being facefucked. His sweaty crotch and balls slammed against my face with each thrust, and I could see his hairy stomach jiggling above me. I wanted to cry, to run away, to do anything that resulted in me no longer suffering from this torment, but my weak body could do nothing. I was a vessel for his pleasure and amusement, nothing more.

Each thrust took more of my dignity and self-respect. This would soon be my life, a sex toy for a sadistic group that cared little for me, and there was nothing I could do. Weirdly, my pathetic caged cock stiffened painfully against its metal prison at the thought. I guess this is truly what I was made for. I did my best to relax and take it, making sure my tongue rubbed against his cock to provide him pleasure. All I could really do is please him to end this torment faster.

As if on cue, I felt the assailing cock throb. While I had never sucked a cock before, I knew what mine felt like before an orgasm. The man was going to cum into my throat. His hand forced me, harder than ever, into his prickly smelly bush. I was paralyzed, unable to move, as I felt the cock begin to twitch. Moments later, a rope of hot cum shot into my throat, and I could feel it ooze and slide down as I struggled to swallow. Then, another rope, and another. The man was turning me into a cum dumpster. He withdrew his cock from my throat, and the next, and final, shot landed squarely on my tongue.

"Swallow my cum, slut," he commanded. "Show me you like the taste."

I really did not, but showing any disobedience would not end well. I closed my mouth and choked it down, stifling one last gag as the sticky solution slid down my throat. I felt sick, full, and violated as I opened again to show him I had done the deed.

"Good slut," he cooed. "Now clean me up."

Again the cock was in my mouth. Meanwhile, my Goddess and Queen spoke.

"What should we do next?" my Goddess mused.

"I think I have just the idea," my Queen replied, a sinister tone in her voice. "And it's going to be the worst thing this slave has experienced yet."