Visit to the Lodge

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This story is set in the same near future universe as my Penal Slavery series. The series is set in a near future alternate world where incest is legal and criminals are sentenced to terms of slavery rather than jail or prison per se. Because this is Literotica, there is a lot of sex. No rape or violence, reluctance at worst.

I do not care for sadism and gratuitous violence but there will be some elements of discipline and corporal punishment in this and future installments. I thank those of you who are willing to give the story a read and value your feedback.

If you enjoy this story, then try the Penal Slavery and Mom and Daughter Face Penal Slavery series, set in the same universe. I expect that there will be character crossovers so you might find them interesting.

As always, I cannot thank ZZchromosome enough for his insightful comments and edits that helped make this a better story.

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I looked over at the slave being spit roasted by two buff young men whose buzz cuts and hard muscles proclaimed them to be police officers. Probably partners as the smooth, coordinated fucking of the ass and mouth of the slave cock indicated a pair used to working together. Truth be told I would not have minded being the filling in that sex sandwich, despite being a domina I thought to myself. The thought of those well-muscled asses pumping my mouth and ass full of cock got my pussy almost dripping.

The slave filling seemed to be enjoying himself as well if the hard cock hanging between his legs was any guide. The jerking of the dominus facefucking the slave caught my attention so I saw the slave's throat muscles moving to swallow the load pumped down his throat. At almost the same time, it looked to me that the slave cock got a load of cum up his ass as well.

I could barely hear the beep of a wristcomp alert. The dominus who had just pulled his dick from the slave's mouth leaned to his partner and pointed to the screen. Whatever was on it galvanized the domini. One gathered their things and the other one pulled out of the slaves' butthole, giving the slave a slap on the ass as he withdrew.

As the pair departed, the slave got to his feet and started toward me. Tall, blond and stocky, with a hairy chest he caused a fresh gush of moisture to her slit. The first time I saw him at the Lodge, collared and naked he had the "dad bod" going. Nine months of mandatory slave exercise had added definition to the middle-aged slave and had definitely increased his stamina, which had not been bad from the start. His cock was long and hard with just a little jiggle as he walked. My twat juiced with anticipation of again riding that beast. He knelt before me and repeated the same words he had addressed me with for the last nine months.

"Does the domina have use for me today?"

I reached out and scooped the rope of cum off the slaves face that the dominus facefucing him had spurted as he had been pulling his cock out of the slave's mouth.

"Let's clean you up first Yogi. Suck my finger clean."

The slave obeyed with more gusto than I expected.

"So, have you become a cum slut? If you are enjoying cocks and cum more than pussy and tits, I can get a new slave cock to service me."

"Domina, this slave's holes are owned by the state to be used as the state sees fit. This slave tries to enjoy the inevitable. "

"Well, I have their use right now. "You," I addressed a curvy brown haired green collared slave who was walking by, "Come clear out this slave's asshole. I don't want cum coming out while I ride his cock."

"Yes, Domina."

"Yogi, get licking."

The slaves did as they were bid. The slave cunt's face was buried between Yogi's ass cheeks the parts of her face visible clearly indicating her tongue was working his no doubt gaped asshole, I wondered if it was true that gel used to douche slaves had a minty taste.

Yogis blonde hair was framed between my firm tanned thighs. As he delicately nibbled at my nether lips with his teeth and probed me with his tongue, I thought to myself that his rug munching skills have certainly improved over the last few months. Practice makes perfect. A penal slave at the adults only Lodge doubtless gets plenty of pract..." Yes, Yogi! Right there!" I was writhing with pleasure as my slave cock alternated lashed my G spot and clit with his long, probing tongue. I came panting, coating Yogi's face with my girlcum.

Once the shudders ended, I gently pulled Yogi's face from my pussy and said, "On your back slave. You, what's your name?

"Circe, Domina."

"Ok Circe, ride Yogi's face. No reason he shouldn't get you off too after you rimmed him. Sit facing me. Your tits look tasty"

"Thank you Domina!"

As I settled on my favorite slave cock and started sliding up and down his meat fuckpole, I bent forward and attacked Circe's big nipples. I was pleased that my nips and sucks were causing Circe to moan even louder than Yogi's talented tongue was coaxing from the slave cunt.

The steady pumping in and out of my slick pussy was causing me to moan with building pleasure. This was without a doubt the best cock I had ever fucked. He was just the right size to fit me and thick enough to create a lovely friction that was rapidly pushing me over the edge. What little part of my mind that was not lost in pleasure wondered which of us was going to cum first.

Unsurprisingly, considering he probably had not gotten any relief when being spit roasted, he flooded my snatch with cum first. I was right behind, or to be precise, on top of him, my pussy gushing with a mix of mine and his cum. Can't make a mess now, so I levered myself up and onto the lounger behind me. I spread my legs and barked, "Circe, clean up my pussy. Get every drop and swallow it down."

"Yes, Domina!"

"Yogi, return the favor. Rim Circe's ass while she pleasures me."

"Yes, Domina!"

It didn't take long for me to decide that I wanted to take Circe back to the room. I wanted a lot more of that talented tongue exploring every nook and cranny of my sopping pussy. Panting I grabbed my wrist comp and activated the Lodge's slave booking app. Typing in "Circe" at first I was disappointed to discover that she was booked starting ten minutes from now. The good news was that she would be free thirty minutes after that. I reserved her for the entire night, thinking of the possibilities between Circe, Yogi, and I. I was pretty sure Yogi could rise to the occasion. Several times in fact.

I had just closed the app when my pussy clenched, warning me that Circe's tongue stroking my clit was about to be rewarded in the best way. Shuddering with yet another orgasm, I groaned my release through gritted teeth. It wouldn't do to scream out like some naked slave cunt.

Laying back for a minute, I tilted my head to see Circe's shiny face and shockingly green eyes that seemed to match her collar looking up from her repast, a question on her face.

"Circe, I booked you to my room for the night. I already have Yogi reserved, so it won't be just us. Be at room 610 as soon as you finish your next service call, which I understand is soon. Don't bother cleaning up on your way to my room. Yogi can do that, I want you dripping. Dismissed."

"Thank you, Domina,"

As Circe departed, I tossed on my coverup and made sure my bikini bottoms were secured. I smiled evilly and reached into my bag and pulled out a leash and looked at the kneeling Yogi. He's going to love this.

"Decisions, decisions. Do you go to the room on all fours or do I let you walk upright and admire your ass flexing as you walk?"

"As the domina wishes," he replied. I was amused to see the flash of irritation in his eyes get past the placid slave expression. From past visits to the Lodge I knew he absolutely hated to crawl on all fours. On the other hand, it would take a good twenty minutes for him to crawl to my room from here, verses five upright. Plus his ass really is scrumptious. As I clicked the leash on the collar, I saw the memory metal bonding to the metal circle around his neck.

"Upright it is," I said as I handed him my pool bag. As he reached out to take it from me, I pulled back, "Oh no, with your teeth Yogi."

I really wished slaves could be photographed at the Lodge. The look on his face was priceless. I did hold the bag to let him get the cloth handles between his teeth. I had thought about making him bend over, but I was in a hurry. Rather than him walking behind and to the right as was customary, I had him walk forward, the long leash allowing her an excellent view of his ass. The last nine months of slavery had improved that as well. I was looking forward to what those muscles could do once we got to the room.

Walking through the main lobby on the way to the stairs I noticed that the front desk was busy for a Wednesday. The Lodge was usually slow mid-week. Most of the slave desk clerks and all the slave luggage handlers were occupied. I was glad to have thought to book Circe when I did. Busy as things seemed to be I might have lost out on her. The thought of having Circe for the night was oddly pleasing for me. I had never been all that sexually attracted to women. Circe sparked an attraction that had never experienced before for any woman. Perhaps the green-eyed slave was an enchantress.

While I had Yogi booked in advance, I had never booked any other slaves to the room before now. I recalled the bitter complaints from acquaintances I had made over the last several months that while there were a fair number of slaves available, the quality was uneven. The very best slaves were often snapped up quickly. Some of the remainder were either inexperienced or just going through the motions. I had read that was part of the reason for the "Guest Services" time. Sort of try before you buy.

A grunt from Yogi broke my train of thought. I realized that we were in front of the door to my room. I hadn't had to give Yogi directions as I always got the same room.

"Enter, Yogi,"As a slave assigned to the room he could enter without a key card or wrist comp thanks to his slave collar. Always a good idea to get permission, even when you have bag handles between your teeth. "Also, you can put the bag down now," I remarked as I detached the leash from his collar and tossed it on the bed turning to the minifridge to get a soft drink.

What I didn't expect was for the leash being looped around my neck. I wasn't expecting my hair to be used to jerk my head up and pull my face to look into Yogi's angry eyes.

"You bitch, making me carry your bag like a dog, an animal. Making me lick cum off your fingers. Putting me on A LEASH! Enjoying me being assfucked...yeah, I saw you looking. I bet you wanted to be the one spit roasted like a slave. Let's see how you like being the one on the leash with a cock up your ass."

Yogi used the leash to force me across the room with one hand while using the other to strip me out of my bikini and cover up. I felt the air tickling my newly exposed shaved pussy. to the air. My girls were jiggling, and my nipples were hard from the rough removal of my swimsuit top. Entering the bathroom, he lashed my wrists to the handicap bar in the shower, bending me over and exposing my ass and pussy lips. I heard him turn the shower knob, but the expected spray of water didn't hit my back. The cool gel on my tight rosebud was the first warning of the enraged slave's intention as I felt the enema wand invade my ass. Yogi had mentioned that slaves were required to use the device after every bowel movement and before any room rental or guest service. I yipped as he forced the tube past my tight anal ring. After he jammed the cock-like device into my ass, I felt warm fluid being pumped into my rectum. The pain of the probe was washed away. I never got too full. The circulation caused by the device pushing in new fluid and pulling out the soiled fluid was odd but not unpleasant.

I needed to retake control, so finding my voice I shouted, "Unhand me slave. If you don't, I will make sure you spend the rest of your life wearing a cock cage and cleaning stables with your tongue."

"No, you won't. You want my convict cock too much to lock it up. Admit it. You want it rough. You aren't getting it at home, so you keep coming up here. To me. Well, you are going to get it all now. Every hole. Speaking of holes, that ought to get it,' Yogi said, pulling the nozzle out of my asshole. Even without the tube my ass felt oddly stimulated. I am not letting that slave cock push me around. I bit at his hands while he released my head from the shower bar. All I got for my trouble was some hard swats across my ass as he deftly retied my wrists in such a way that the more I moved, the tighter the binding was around my neck. Bending me over the bed, he kicked my feet apart and plunged his thick cock into my well-lubed ass.

The cheeky slave cock knew me too well after all this time. The sodomy was feeling good. The big cock stroking in and out of my lubed hole was tickling nerve endings that hadn't been tickled in a long time. And the slave was right. I liked it rough and hadn't had enough of it, despite everything I had tried to do to get my husband interested. After this though, I was going to be a slut for every hole. I started to push back against his thrusts into my nether hole. Yogi reached down and started tweaking my nipples. Hard. Pleasure shot from my long, rock-hard nips straight to my core. I moaned with lust.

"Oh yeah, I guess I won't be getting fitted for a cock cage today."

Bastard, "Shut up and fuck my ass ,slave cock. I may not turn you in, but you are going to pay."

"As my domina wishes"

Yogi stepped up the pace, pounding my ass. Carefully turning my head, I saw Yogi and I in profile. Sweat was starting to bead off him as his flexed his glutes, driving his still hard shaft in and almost out of my ass, teasing me before plunging back in again. I had my ass out and up, accepting every thrust. My tits were swinging in time to his thrusts, my nipples brushing to and fro against the comforter, almost like a rough tongue licking them. The combination had me close to coming and I was about to go over the edge when the door buzzer went off.

'Enter," I croaked out and the same mirror showed Circe enter the room and shut the door. The look that I had come to associate with "please fuck this slave", was rapidly replaced by a look of horror as the slave cunt took in the scene.

"Yogi! what are you doing? Have you gone crazy? Ass fucking a domina?"

"Shut up Circe and get your cunt into her face. I think she needs a creme pie. You look like you are dripping."

"No way Yogi. I don't know what's going on with you but I am not going to let myself catch 20 lashes and another ten years on my slavery just to get eaten out, " She started reaching for the bedside pad when I said, "Circe, get your barcoded ass over here, spread your legs and feed me your cunt. I've never had a creme pie or eaten another woman before. I want to try it."

Circe's deer in the headlights look lasted for a few more seconds, finally giving way to a neutral expression and a "Yes, Domina." The bed barely moved as she crawled up to the headboard and eased her sopping cunt in from of my waiting mouth.

"Bitch, dive into your first convict cunt," Yogi snarled.

I dove in. The taste wasn't bad at all, except for a sharp taste that I decided was the cum from her last assignment. I wondered how many cocks had filled her so full in just a little over a half hour. I plunged my tongue in deep and played in her folds. Yogi's voice barked, "Circe critique her. If she is going to do the job, she needs to do it right."

"Domina if this is the first time you have dined at the "Y" you're not doing too bad. I like the way you are probing rather than just running your tongue up and down. Although that has its place. Ahhhh...I don't know if you meant to, but that flick across my g-spot was great. Not everyone likes it, but I like having my cunt lips nipped and sucked on...ohhhhhh like that, right... there."

I explored her twat, the taste of vanilla and creme was starting to assert itself as I licked the cum out of her. I was starting to feel an odd power in making her squirm under my mouth and tongue. I sucked on her cunt lips taking one and then another into her mouth. She gasped as I gently took one and then another flap into my mouth and bit gently on each. I was careful because all the while Yogi was still fucking my ass to an orgasm and I didn't want to give her a cunt hicky. Or worse.

Circe gave out a moan and then said, "Move around, don't focus on one spot. Make sure that you flick between my g-spot and clit. Yesssss. Oh, where did you learn the alphabet trick? I love it when someone does that to me. Keep going. Right there!"

I was close to cuming from my buttfucking and the relentless stroking of my nipples by the bedsheet, leavened by the occasional tweak by Yogi. I could tell from Circe's strained voice she was about to cum as well. I felt strangely proud that the first time I had serviced a woman, much less a green collar slave cunt, that I was able to fairly quickly bring her to the brink even as my own asshole was being thoroughly plowed by a large dicked slave cock.

I sensed that Yogi was about to cum as his pistoning cock somehow managed to increase its tempo even more. A grunt from behind me and warm fluid flooding my bowels confirmed my suspicion. His flopping across my back was enough to send me into a convulsing orgasm. My suddenly spastic tongue in turn tipped Circe over the edge as my face collapsed into her cunt, my panting breath blowing across her hard clit and causing her to tremble with renewed pleasure.

Yogi gently removed the leash from around my neck and wrists, turning me flat on my back and settling between my legs to lap up the moisture there as Circe gently cleaned my face with a washcloth. I pulled her to me and gave her a deep kiss that she slowly melted into and played her tongue against mine. After a while she broke the kiss and, looking into my eyes, said, "I have never kissed a domina before, much less been eaten by one."

"I have never been with another woman before either. I doubt it will be the last."

Circe pulled away from me, "I need to clean Yogi's cock."

"Let me help you."

We both slid down to the floor and maneuvered Yogi onto his back on the bed.

"Grab the headboard Yogi and pull yourself up." As soon as his hands touched the rail, I punched a button on my wrist comp. Both his legs came up and touched his wrists, one to either side. Circe had positioned herself between Yogi's legs, she was surprised more than anything else. I reached down and grabbed my bikini bottom and as he opened his mouth to say something, I deftly jammed them into his open mouth.

"There now. I don't want to hear you saying anything I will have to punish you for later."

"Domina, what are you doing?"

"Circe, has Yogi ever fucked your ass?"

"Yes domina, many times."

"Have you ever fucked his?"

Circe looked puzzled, "No, Domina. I am not... equipped for it."

I pulled a six-inch strap on out of the room's toy box and said, "Well, technology is wonderful. He has fucked my ass a lot and don't get me wrong, I asked for it and love it. But I think turnabout is fair play. It's not like he doesn't enjoy it from what I saw this afternoon."

Despite the material in his mouth, the bent slave was able to make himself understood, 'Tab...Domina, I don't really like it much. I don't have a choice when domini want to use my ass. I am a free use penal slave and..." His voice trailed off, "I am getting my ass pegged, aren't I?" the resignation in his voice clear despite the gag.

"Did my smirking face give it away Yogi? I even think Circe is smirking too."

"Sorry Yogi, slaves like us don't get to choose how our holes are used once the clothes come off and the collar goes on. I will make sure it's lubed."