D was sobbing on the bed next to me as our queen began to work over my ass, legs and back with the wooden cane. Her back and ass was crisscrossed with angry red welts that had swollen quickly. I wanted to feel bad for her, but I had my own shit to deal with.
I tried to stay quiet as she hit me ruthlessly, wondering why we were being punished. The pain of each strike, rose shortly after the hit. Like a half second delay. As strong as I tried to be, anytime she hit a spot she had welted before, I did cry out.
(Why am I not moving to defend my self? I'm just laying here taking it!)
Winded our Queen finally stopped.
"Perfect job slaves, now I'm good and horny. C, get over here and fuck me. D, lay with your back on the headboard and spread your legs, I want to taste you."
(Um...WHAT???)
D moved to follow orders and our Owner began to slurp on the slave cunt wiggling her perfect porcelain ass in the air from her knees. Somehow, I got hard just looking at her. I mounted my owner and slowly began to fuck the woman that had just beat the shit out of me. The really fucked up part was I was turned on by the beating after thinking about it.
(I want her to do that again.)
Her vagina was so tight. I began to wonder if I had been the only man inside of her. Her insides were cradling and milking my cock. I was relatively sure I wouldn't last long. My Owner began to rock her hips back onto me and I was certain this would be a 10 minute affair or less.
I was so focused on what I was doing I nearly jumped when I heard D orgasm. I listened as I heard my Queen slurp and swallow D's juices. This sent D into a series of multiple orgasms as the Queen would not lay off. She was playing D's cunt like a savant. I NEEDED that skill. I wanted to please my Owner the same way.
D's wailing and panting were too much.
(Oh no, it's gonna hurt.)
The contractions in my prostate began.
(If my Queen wasn't pregnant before this, She will be now!)
It seemed she knew my body as well as I did.
"Do not let any of that cum escape my womb boy!" She looked back at me. Her face was shiny with D's cum and juices.
"Yes my QUEEEEN!"
Golf ball, was almost normal, this was tennis ball sized wads of cum. At least that is how it felt. It felt amazing and painful at the same time.
I kept my vice like grip on my Owners hips as I blasted her cervix with everything I had. I would not have been shocked if both of my testes fell out of her when she would stand later. Wave after unrelenting wave stole the life force out of me, and put it directly into her uterus. I was becoming light headed, as the last of my cum spurted, and my cock wilted.
I fell off of my Queen, and laid by her feet at the foot of the bed. My balls hurt, my prostate hurt. My back, legs and ass hurt. Yet I felt bliss. I served her as well as I could, and I was proud to be enslaved by such a caring Owner.
D was dismissed to the other double bed in the room. The one we had been caned on. Our Queen stayed in the ass up position, I assumed to make my seed take. She looked back at me.
"Good boy. Now order us some Chinese." She handed me her phone and I searched for food in the area. She gave me her order and then what we would be eating. I was happy with what she ordered for me, D didn't seem as happy. She saw it.
"You are pregnant with MY slave. You will eat as I say!"
"Yes my Queen." D said sullenly.
"My Queen?" I asked looking at her upturned ass. My cock was almost back to life.
"What?"
"Who is taking care of the chickens and the cows?" I was concerned, genuinely, 3 of those cows were pregnant with my offspring.
"Cow #3 is my ex-wife. I took her out of the rig before we left. When she saw what I had done with the first 2, and saw happy they were. She asked me for a divorce. 'You are an insufferable bitch, I'd rather be a mindless cow than your wife'. She asked for it." Queen said from the bed.
"Wait, she asked to be a cow?" I was confused.
"No, she hated what I was doing with Doctor Taylor's improved serums. Well, MY serums originally. So I gave her the irony she deserved. She has the same brain power that D over there has. Enough to cook, clean, breed, and mother. She will take care of everything till we get back." She smiled.
"Um should we put on clothes? The food will be here soon." I asked.
"No! I know how much you and D hate wearing clothing. I will get dressed in 10 more minutes after I am certain that my daughter, and future Queen has been conceived. Besides. You slaves look ridiculous in clothes. Might as well put clothes on pigs!" She laughed. We didn't.
"My Queen, I need to pee." D said.
I looked at my Owner, she nodded. "In the bathroom."
We walked into the bathroom and I laid on the floor. D laid down next to me.
"Does she see us as pigs?" She whispered.
"No we are slaves, slaves are supposed to be naked. So others know we are slaves." I whispered back.
"Oh okay. I was confused."
"That is easy to do to you now." I said. She gave me a weak smile and got up. She sat on my face and let me drink from her. It had been awhile and it was refreshing to have her water slake my dry throat. We heard a knock on the door.
"Dammit, fuckers are fast, give them that!" We heard our Owner say. There was shuffling as she found something to wear. The door was opened.
"$38.28 Ma'am."
"Here's $50. Keep it."
The door was closed.
"Don't lick me, I'll cum again." D said as the last of her water fell past my lips. She was hyper sensitive. As was my back. I was happy when she was done. The tile on the floor seemed to dig into my welts. We walked out of the bathroom to see our Queen in a robe.
"Help yourselves. D, that one there is yours. And here's some rice. No soy sauce for you, too high in sodium!"
We ate well that night. I was allowed to share a bed with the Queen and I held her all night.
I woke to her kissing me.
"Hey Daddy. Ready to get back on the road? We have a world to enslave, and it won't get done with you on your welted back." She was smiling. I was scared. She was being affectionate.
"Yes my Queen." I said and got up to shower.
"D, no shower for you, pack up everything and wait in the car." The Queen said. D began to dress and then pack up the Queens clothing. While our Queen joined me in the shower.
"Knees daddy, momma needs to water you." She ordered, almost as nice as in bed.