Authors note: This is the Ninth of many chapters of this work of pure fiction. The story contains depictions of illegal acts of blackmail and human slavery and is intended strictly for the erotic enjoyment of the reader. All Fictional Charters are adults over 18.
The day started with two of Lady Valda's servants informing me that today was "Anal Day."
First they threaded a catheter through my hormone induced and perpetually erect penis and into my agonizingly full bladder. I panted at the surge of relief when they released the clamp and my pent-up urine was allowed to drain through a tube and into an awaiting collection bag.
Next they proceeded to give me consecutive enemas of enzymes and cleansers that were added to urine donated by three of the sadistic women guests.
Each cleanse was forcibly held in my bladder for several minutes before I was given permission to dispel the brown liquid into a waiting bucket beneath me.
Subsequently my bladder was thoroughly drained and bowels were systematically cleansed and purged.
One of the servants had squatted over a glass funnel and had just filled two beakers with her urine. Her musky fragrance filled my nostrils. She was about to add my morning drug and hormone cocktail to them when a commotion across the room stopped her.
Lady Valda's voice called out instructing her to wait.
She had a Styrofoam shipping box under her arm.
"Here, she said, "Mistress Ruby sent this over special delivery, she wants us to use a different mixture of hormones, drugs, and supplements today and throw out the others."
The second servant slit the tape around the box and opened it. Inside packed with dry ice, were two tubes of a bright red liquid with directions for use.
The drugs/hormones were added to the designated amount of urine and were given to me to drink. I guzzled it down as the liquid soothed my parched throat, it had been hours since I was allowed anything to drink.
I had received a daily urine/drug cocktail for over three weeks now but this one tasted differently. Instead of the bitter salty taste, this one was sweet like some sort of flavoring had been added to it.
It was day three of Lady Valda's party, and by all indications it was going to be one the hardest. I spent the rest of the morning strapped down on a bench in the middle of the stage. My head was near the floor and my exposed ass was in the air at a thirty degree incline. My totally exposed rectum was about two and a half feet off the floor. I was being presented for the assault on my rectal cavity that I was about to endure.
My legs were spread apart and bound by leather straps. Next to me was a pegboard display stand containing strap-on dildos of several sizes and shapes. A large pump bottle of lube sat on a stand next to me.
A line started to form as guests started to select their implement of choice and wait their turn.
My generously lubed ass was systematically and repeatedly sodomized by invitees of the party's brutal hostess. This continued for about two hours. My cock and balls were tugged, stretched, and squeezed as the women used them for leverage while they rammed home their artificial appendages.
I had been repeatedly pegged in training so I was familiar with the pain and sensations, but today something was different. The pain while my sphincter was stretched to accept the harnessed projectiles was the same, but the sensations were different. They were actually somewhat pleasant after the initial shock of pain. I found it harder to hold back my ejaculations now.
My ass was on fire, but not so much from the pegging but from the whippings I received from Lady Valda for ejaculating twice without permission. I just couldn't help myself, being pegged by these strong aggressive woman was an incredible turn-on.
The women were merciless and seemed to get off on my muffled screams and shrieks. When all the women had their chance at an assault of my exposed and newly developed man-pussy, I was moved to a plywood table in front of a flat screen TV mounted to the wall.
My arms were bound along my sides and my legs were spread apart and secured down with leather straps. A gag resembling an apple with two wires hanging from it was inserted in my mouth. The wires were fished through a hole under my head.
A metal butt plug was inserted through a hole in the plywood and up my ass. A wire was clipped to the end of it. A metal sounding rod was inserted into my urethra and a second wire was attached to the top of it.
All the wires were fed to a control box about two feet from the top of my head. After all the connections were made the women doing the wiring started pushing buttons to test her work.
She hit one button and my body shook as a jolt of electricity shot from my cock, down through my balls, and into the receiving probe in my ass. Another button caused the "Apple" in my mouth to light up.
Three women took chairs and sat in front of the table and Lady Valda sat in front of the control box.
I recognized all three of the women, they had been at the party all three days so far.
Green was who I called the "Pistol Lady," she was still wearing her red gun-rights tee shirt, cutoff jeans, and a holster containing a 9mm pistol. Like the first two days, she was heavily intoxicated.
The rest of the women weren't worried about the pistol though because on the first night I saw Lady Valda remove the clip and the women didn't even notice.
Red was a women named Lady Susan, she was the mean one. On the first night she had burned my balls with her cigarette. She was still smoking from her long cigarette holder, puckering her red lips on the tip as she puffed a plume of smoke in the air. She started flicking her ashes into my exposed navel. She had shoulder length silver blonde hair and a fashionable black leather dress with laced high heeled boots. She had a very arrogant and demanding air to her. She was the embodiment of a dominate women.
Yellow was Lady Lisa, I thought of her as the "Suave Lady." She was a dominate women, but not in an overly mean way. She was still wearing her blue leather corset. On the first night she was the one who put suave on my wounds. She was also the one who horded tickets to be the first to "Ride my Rod" that night.
"Ok Ladies, Lady Valda said, "The finality of our three day party is a trivia contest."
A small crowd started gathering around.
"Each of you have been given a bag of sterile hypodermic needles with colored flags on them. A specific color identifies each player."
"You each have been given a buzzer."
"You will buzz in to answer questions. If your answer is correct the "Apple" will light up, if you are wrong, I zap the slave's genitals."
"With a correct answer, the player will insert a pin into the slave's body part of their choice. Each player will start out with two pins each to place on the slave to start. On correct answers a player will place an additional marker on his body. In the event of a wrong answer, a marker must be removed."
"When a player finds themselves with no markers on the slave they will be out of the game."
"The winner is declared when she is the only contestant left in play."
"The prize is a five minute session with the slave before Mistress Ruby's people come and gets him."
"Ok, ladies, place your markers!"
The "Pistol Lady" was first to place her green markers. She reached over me and tried to stick the needles in the head of my cock. The women bystanders were all cheering her on, but with her alcohol impaired vision, she kept missing. Finally a women named Linda stepped and helped her.
Lady Linda took the head of my penis in her right palm and pushed the needle in until it came out on the other side. The women cheered at my muffled shrieks in my gag. The momentary pain of the penetration was intense, but quickly subsided.
I finally came to the realization that Mistress Ruby must have put something different in that drug cocktail, but I had no idea what it was.
Lady Linda took another green pin, cupped the side of my cock and pushed the needle right through the under skin in the center of my shaft.
