Captured

 

I had been naughty, but was I this bad?

Life can be cruel, here I was chained up, shackles on my ankles and wrists, and stood naked before four cages with three guards around me. The sergeant looked at me, as the females in the cages starred at me. Ogling my body, eager for what I had no idea, but they seemed desperate for whatever, it was.

"You can pick," the Sergeant said.

"P-pick, what?" I asked.

"Which one of these lovely ladies you want. Let me describe them to you. The first is twenty five, blonde, as you can see from the bush between her legs. She is six feet two inches tall with an ample bust, well formed, and nice and firm, a trim waist, and well rounded buttocks, usually referred to as child bearing hips.

Next we have a beauty, she is five feet, eleven inches tall, a nice tanned skin tone; again she has firm, well rounded breasts, and a bushy black clit. Her waist is also trim, and her legs go all the way to the top and shapely. Now the first, I am sorry I forgot to tell you, she has a D cup. This one has a D cup, as well, and is slightly overweight, but it does not show. Number three, a black woman, you are not racist are you? I hope not. Well she stands in her stocking feet over six feet tall, six feet three inches. Her bust is a little larger than the other two being an E cup, and not quite as firm, but a good handful. Her waist is also trim, in fact they all are, and as with the others, her legs go all the way up, to a ginger bush, which you cannot see, she likes to shave.

Number four, well what can I say, she stands at five feet ten inches tall, her bust is an E cup as well, and is nice and firm. Her waist is very trim, you could almost get a hand around it, I jest, but it is slim. A shaven clit again, and she is also black, sorry her hair is black, raven, she is oriental.

You do have to pick one, they are all nymphomaniacs, and have not had sex for a month, so they are eager, for it," the Sergeant told me.

"Look; I don't know what you think I have done, but I swear, I haven't," I pleaded.

"I am not here to judge, just do as told by my superiors; now if you don't pick, then I will have to. I am taking a liking to the first one; she looks really desperate, for it, well, which one?" She asked me.

I stood there looking at the four females, all in locked cages, and looking desperate. They hung onto the bars begging me to pick them, like a parade of animals at a zoo, behind me stood four empty cages.

"C-can I pick the one behind me?" I asked.

"No you cannot, I was told to give you to one of these females, and I do not disobey an order. Look they are eager for it, are you queer or something, four beautiful females, naked, and desperate for a fuck, and you pick an empty cage. Put him in the first one, give him the injection, and leave him when settled," she ordered the two guards with her.

I ran at them, and hit a brick wall, they were not small. They were solidly built; I failed to wind them, and ended up winding myself. They took advantage of it, and propelled me towards the cage. Winded, I was at a disadvantage, and I was inside before I recovered. They lifted me up, and planted me on the bed. They tied my wrists below the bed together, and then my ankles to it. They put a belt across my waist, and then gave me an injection in my buttocks.

"You are a fool, we are trained to deal with people who are stupid enough to try, and escape. It also tells us that you probably are, guilty. An innocent person does not try to escape. Now let me see, yes, we have a reaction," she said.

I looked down as best I could do at my erect cock, as if it wasn't embarrassing enough being stripped by these females, and dragged into this area where four more females, ogled me.

Now I was naked tied to a bed in a cage with a nymphomaniac, and a hard on to die for, I almost disgraced myself with fear, what were they doing?

"Like I told you, she is a nymphomaniac, and desperate to get at you. She will wait until I have told you what will happen. She will now fuck you, satisfy herself, with two maybe three orgasms, to keep her going, and then walk away, to her bed. The injection we gave you stops you ejaculating, and keeps your cock erect, for her. it is an erm advanced form of the erectile dysfunction tablets They are in here because they sexually assaulted a man, all four of them, one after the other.

They have been tried, and sent to prison, they are waiting for the wagon to take them there. Now, how strong is your heart, say six fucks a day, is a possibility. But she will need one an hour, so call it eighteen; she will sleep at some point. I will call back tomorrow to see if you remember what you were doing, in the security tower. I almost forgot, we don't want the place smelling like a gent's toilet, do we?" She said, and pushed a tube up my urethra, and taped it to the side then hung it down outside the cage to a bottle with a tap on it, over a grid.

She gave me another injection, "We don't want a smelly pile on the bed either that will stop that happening, well, see you tomorrow. You can have him now Nancy," she said, and turned to leave.

I swear she had not fully turned, before Nancy was on my cock, and sliding it up her cunt.

Desperate was not the word, I don't know if there is a stronger word for her eagerness but she was riding me like a bucking bronco, I didn't try to hold on. I didn't need to, my cock stayed erect the whole time. Even when she squirted on me, it was hard. When she squirted a second time, and a third, it stood erect. When she was sated, she got off, washed her clit, and then sat on the bed, and it stood there like a tent pole, erect and desperate to cum, but couldn't.

I don't think an hour passed before she was up, and on my cock again riding it hard and fast; three more orgasms later she got off, and after washing her clit she sat on the bed.

"W-We could talk, I, erm, I-I am Dave, don't you mind being the source of my anguish, we have not met, or been introduced. I-I am a chef, out of work at the moment, and looking for gainful employment, what about you?" I asked, trying to break the ice with her.

"I am a nymphomaniac, I fuck, my name is irrelevant, all I want is cock, even my mother, when I was a child called me her little fucker, and she was right. Big, small, fat, thin; I don't care, just as long as it is hard and throbbing. The injection they gave you they took from us, we always got satisfaction with it, and we had the antidote; they took that, as well. I mean we had a guy for a weekend, and we fucked him stupid, all four of us, one after the other, three times. Then we gave him the antidote, and set him free, and the cunt told on us, I mean four sexy, beautiful females to fuck, and you can't fail to please them, who wouldn't want it?" She asked me.

"I see your point, not many, if any red blooded males. I wouldn't object. But being tied down while I am being fucked; is not my idea of a good time, release me, and then we can have sex, as many times as you want. I will not complain, and without the antidote the erection will not fade, will it?" I asked her.

"I admit that to have you free, and to want to fuck me, would be more pleasurable, but they are vicious, and I do not like pain, apart from that, the padlocks on the straps, would make it difficult.

"What happened with you?" She asked me.

"I was visiting the castle, I paid the entrance fee, and needed a toilet, I followed the signs, and then they stopped. I opened a door after the sectioned off area, and it was full of screens. I entered, interested in what they were showing, and realised that they were video screens of areas within the castle. It must have been a security room.

I turned to leave, and on one screen there were fights going on, a load of females fighting. I was intrigued, and stopped to watch. There must have been a dozen women fighting, yet not as in a battle, it was one on one, not a melee.

I don't know, I outstayed my welcome, if you like, the door opened and a security guard came in, she arrested me saying that I was spying on them. I wasn't honest, just the sight of a dozen women fighting was so sexy, I was fascinated. Well she dragged me off to another room locked me inside, and went for her boss.

She now arrested me, and charged me with spying, and questioned me. I told her the truth, but she didn't believe me, and brought me here. Is this meant to be torture, to make me admit to spying, when I wasn't?" I asked.

"I suppose it could be classed as torture, I mean a fuck is good two are better but after sixteen, one after the other, it is an illness, my illness, or torture, for you. Most males would enjoy having a fuck, two or three even, over say, a night, but you have fucked me three times in one hour, so far. I doubt your heart lasting the course. It will not kill you before they come for you, to ask you again, I presume, who you are spying for?

Ask yourself who wouldn't like, a male, to take me to their bed? Great, who wouldn't want me to stay the night? Three fucks say, fantastic, now who would want me to tie them up, and keep them while I sated myself over, and over, and over, and over. The pleasure goes away, and it becomes a nightmare; that is what you, are facing.

They have some fantastic ideas, making a pleasure, become torture. Even the punishments are bizarre, capital punishment is not putting you against a wall, and shooting you, no firing squad for you. No, they kill you, the persona, the name, but not the body, no they remove the appendage, and give you a nice new clit, and then stuff you in a brothel. They believe that to kill the person is too kind, it is over in a second, being made into an opposite, will be agonising for the culprit, and for a lot, lot longer, and of course the payment is taken by the government. The brothel is the prison, and I am led to believe that they have a vacancy, six male criminals tied down ready for their John's, their cunts available to all and sundry, for a price.

It is usually the down and outs that use them, dirty males from the streets, diseases are common, like the last one, six years he managed before a disease killed him.

Think about it, one day in court, the next up against a wall, the end, or one day in prison, and then six years of a living hell, as a female, there to satisfy the dregs of society, until a disease ends it, for you. They do not provide medical attention, you are left to die.

I can see why capital crimes are very, very rare here," she said thoughtfully.

"I-Is spying a c-capital crime here?" I asked terrified.

"Oh, yes, rape is, and murder, they are the only three crimes that carry, capital punishment," she said glibly.

"S-so I need to prove that I-I was not spying?" I asked.

"That would be the best option for you, but you were spying, not intentionally perhaps, but you were, spying," she said.

She got up, and came over to me; she smiled, and settled on my cock for her next dose of orgasms.

She seemed less needy, and slowly lowered down enjoying the feeling of my hard, throbbing cock as it slipped gracefully into her vagina. She smiled; joy lit her face up, as she sat there my cock throbbing hard, deep inside her. Slowly she rose almost taking my cock out, right to the tip before she slipped it back inside, slowly. Up and down, long and slow, her hand on her tits, squeezing them hard, crushing them into pancakes, which was difficult; they were far more than a handful; using circular motions, as she rubbed them, flattening them.

Her desires sated now she just wanted sex, she began slowly, and stayed slow for several seconds, rising and falling, her eyes closed as she revelled in the feelings that now enveloped her body.

She began to move faster and faster, even so, it took time as she gained speed slowly, eventually she began to ram me into her, hard and fast.

You may find it odd, but I had the urge to shoot, but it wouldn't come, and as she rode me hard and fast; I began to ache, until ultimately I was in pain, as I tried and tried to shoot, but it just would not come. Meanwhile she was having the time of her life, as orgasm after orgasm ripped into her; I counted five squirts, before she got off, sated.

"Hum; that was good, now how was it for you, has the torture effect begun, no visible injury, nothing for the do gooders to see and comment on, but it can be torture, can't it? Just wait until I expect ten orgasms. It usually takes a few sessions for me to build up to so many. I expect the next one to be a seven, and then, the ten.

Guards, guards, hi, I am building up, and I hate it when they are screaming, in pain, can we have a gag, please?" She asked the guard, who came to see what she was shouting about.

"Y-You don't have to have so many, use it more, erm, regularly," I said, pleading with her.

"Then they will not reduce my sentence, you don't think I do this just for my satisfaction, do you? No, I also want paying, five years off my sentence, if I get you to admit to being a spy, but only three, if you admit to being a fucking idiot, which from what you told me, you were. Who in their right minds enters a security office, and stands there watching the screens, except a spy, or a bloody fool.

I should also warn you that once I reach the ten orgasm state, then everyone after that, is a ten.

Now who said sex was not torture?" She asked me as I lay there fearing her.

I had originally seen her as a comrade, a supporter, now she was a prisoner after a shorter sentence, and my torturer, to get me to admit to being a spy, which I am not. Just how painful will it be? The last lot was painful, but pain I could manage to take.

 

Chapter 2

Inquisition

I am a randy male, and want sex regularly. My ex-wife usually had a head ache, which meant that I looked elsewhere, for my oats. Which was perhaps my down fall; she divorced me, for screwing around.

I blame her, if she hadn't had a head ache every night then I would not have looked elsewhere, for my oats.

That was ten years ago now, and I was eager to find another fuck, which was not that difficult, I had used prostitutes, when desperate, which was not that often, but a release when necessary.

Autumn was not a good time for me, summer demand had ended, and we were waiting for the Christmas period. So I decided to take a holiday.

These islands were the cheapest on the market, and surprisingly even the air fare was acceptable. Usually when a holiday destination is cheap, then the air fares are prohibitive.

I had done the beach, it was clean, and a nice sandy beach lovely, now it was the attractions like castles. This was my first venture to see the castles of the island.

It had been conquered by the French, who built castles, and then the Spanish who built stronger castles, then the English, who built the castles even stronger.

The spoken language was English, which was a blessing, I don't speak another language, the beer was cheap, half the cost of a pint in England, and the accommodation was ridiculously cheap, two hundred pounds for a week, full board, and not in a doss house; four fucking stars.

The island was on a line say with Spain, so hot in summer, but like the Canary's a good mid twenties in the depths of winter, so ideal for a hard working chef.

Allegedly a democracy, but from what I saw, more of an autocracy, armed police were everywhere, and judging by the comments of the locals like, 'The Queen wants,' 'The Queen has demanded that,' gave me the impression it was an autocracy.

Every car I saw was doing the speed limit; no-one broke the law here. So it was a safe place for visitors like me; unless you broke the law, which apparently I had, inadvertently.

I wouldn't have been surprised if they chopped a hand off, for stealing.

"W-what will happen to you if you fail? I mean to make you into a man, then what?" I asked.

"Don't be silly, make me into a man indeed, no, after the third strike they staple the lips together, and put a chastity belt on the female, and set them free. I mean it is agonising, the depth of feeling desperate for cock, and you can't get it up. I knew a girl they did it to, and she went mental, and jumped off a cliff into the sea. She lasted four years before they allowed her to. We do not kill, but we do allow you, to kill yourself," she told me.

"But you do assist in a person's suicide by the punishment, don't you? So you do kill, by proxy," I said.

"Not really, we do not make them screw, do we? They decide to rape say, so they are their own worst enemy. Don't do it, or do not be caught, it is as simple as that. The best thing is not to do it in the first place, but if I don't get my fix, then I would go mental.

Having a cock up me is good, but I need orgasms, and as a prostitute I don't get them, they just shove it up shoot and walk out leaving me without, my orgasm.

Here prostitutes are regarded as saviours, they keep the rapists off the streets, and the government pay. Desperate need for sex is an illness, and to control this problem the government pay for a girl to be taken, and raped.

She screams loudly, it is very realistic, she is an actress, and is highly paid, the girl next door she volunteered for it, instead of having her clit stapled. Obviously she will not get paid, the government will take it," she told me.

"Do you hold elections, is it a democracy?" I asked.

"Yes, every four years there is a general election. The entry fee is one million Escudos, and you have to have been born on the island, and your parents, and grandparents. The four owners of the island are the only families that can afford, the deposit, so there is no competition.

There is a deposit of gold on the island, hidden treasure; there is a map, and the fighting you saw, would be the owner of this castle, and her sister. Their dad who thought he was being wise hid over a billion in gold on the island, and made a map, tearing it in half, and giving each daughter half. His reasoning was that it would stop the fighting, but he failed, they are at each other's throats, now if they joined together, the complete map would lead them to, the treasure.

Then again with two hundred million each, and a castle; I don't suppose they need the treasure," she said ironically.

I have to admit that all this was interesting, and it gave me time to recover after the last session. I was panting hard, it was taking more out of me than I expected. I have managed it three times in one night, comfortably, but six times in an afternoon, is expecting too much, even of me.

"Sorry it took so long, she was preparing them for you, and that took some time," the guard said, entering with a bag of cloth,

My companion took hold of my balls, and began to squeeze them hard, I opened my mouth to complain, and the guard removed the cloth and stuffed it in my mouth, and put tape over the top, then left.

"The guards take it in turns to prepare a gag, she needs to cum three or four times before they are fully flavoured. Now how comfortable are you? The taste is quite acrid, isn't it, and lingers, unless the one that squirts is not on duty, then it can go quite quickly, but panties full of squirt, last a very long time, just a slight misery for you. Now time for my seven orgasms," she said so bluntly, so formally, as if it was natural for a male to lie there fucking her, every half hour or so, with a mouthful of squirt soaked, panties.

She climbed on, and began again, she was in no hurry to begin the fast strokes, slow and easy was the order of the day now she had been sated. She rode me nice and slowly, but it made me rise inside, my cock did not fade. This was now beginning to take me from exciting, kinky sex, into misery, as my cock would not die, and she used it over, and over.

She began slowly, but did eventually speed up, ironically when I was ready, and about to hold on for my partner, she had an orgasm, and then a second, and a third before I was about to shoot. Now the aches began, as I was being controlled, and made to hold on while she had a fourth, fifth, and sixth orgasm. That was when the anguish of holding on became a pain, and it grew and grew.

I threw my head about trying to escape the pain, but she was not finished, she had a seventh and an eight, before she got off me sated. Now began the anguish of denial, it would not die, but inside you felt the dismay of denial, the need to ejaculate, and couldn't.

I don't know if it was the taste of the panties or not, but this time it felt a lot more painful as I lay there unable to relieve the feeling of the desire, to shoot. This meant that my anguish lasted longer, the pains of holding on were more fierce, and I was panting harder. Slowly I came down, and I began to breathe easier.

"Now what about your confession, are you ready?" she asked me.

I shook my head, confession to what, being a spy, and spending the rest of my miserable life as a female, no way.

"They would not remove you, I just wondered; the last guy did say he was at this point, they usually do. You are tough, ah well, there is time yet," she told me, as she sat on the bed comfortably.

It was now a one sided conversation with her saying something, and then replying for me. It lasted half an hour say, and then she approached me again. Now I was not keen to fuck her, entering the cell, and I wanted her on top, I was perhaps desperate even, but now after so many it was losing its attraction.

Added to that was the pain of the last fuck. It really hurt me as she enjoyed her orgasms, and I held on reluctantly. I was ready to shoot, and nothing came, believe me, it is miserable. Especially when the erection doesn't fade, it stands proud and erect, desperate to shoot, but nothing comes out.

I don't know if there is a condition like this, but it is the exact opposite of erectile dysfunction. Then again if you can't shoot, is it a dysfunction? I would say so.

She approached me again, and I shivered, too much of a good thing is bad, believe me, nine times now she has fucked me, and with each one she increased the number, taking me from an eager participant, into dreading her getting it up. She came over to me, and slipped my hard cock into her cunt, and just sat there.

"Did you know that a hard, throbbing cock nestled inside a warm, moist cunt, grows? Perhaps not in size, but in need, sitting here will in time make you cum, well not you, but a normal male, just the muscle contractions of an excited cunt will, eventually, make the cock shoot.

The female can't just sit, she gets excited by the entry, and wants to fuck, but a trained female like me, can just sit, for a while, before they need to fuck the cock, inside her. This takes the male further, nearer to his need to cum, and is less energetic on the female, but most males cum far too quickly so there is no need, to sit.

You can't cum. so expect this one to be painful, because of me sitting, you will confess. When you are ready to confess let me know, and I will remove the gag, so you can tell me what you confess to, being a spy, or a stupid cunt," she told me, and began the slow rise up, up and up.

I began to wonder how much more my cock had grown, she seemed to rise far, far higher than the last time, it wasn't, it was just the long, slow rise that gave the impression of, a bigger cock. The descent was just as slow, and by now I was ready to shoot. The bitch was right; I wanted to shoot well before she was even starting to speed up. Slowly she rose and fell, long, slow strokes, she began to move faster and faster. By now I was shaking my head, as the need turned into an ache, by the time she was ramming me in hard and fast; I was in pain, and she had yet to have one, orgasm.

Her first was when I was in pain, and desperate to shoot. She just smiled at me as she rode me, hard and fast. A second erupted, and a third, desperation had turned into serious pain. Her fourth was when I was starting to feel agony, her fifth, and I was almost at screaming pitch. Her sixth and seventh came quickly, but her eighth was slow, and I was by now in agony; holding on for her. She had a ninth, and then a tenth and got off. She washed her clit as usual, and smiled at me as my agonies continued.

"I forgot to tell you, unlike normal torture where the pain is sharp and dies, only when you shoot does the pain subside, which you cannot do, so it lingers on and on and on. By the time I am ready again it should have faded. Then again it may not have, and be a good start for the next, agonising fuck," she told me standing over me smiling, and enjoying my agonies.

She told me all about her life, her parents, her home, and her partners, I mean it was interesting, if you were in a position to listen. She had, had an exciting life, and a full one, kidnapping males for a weekend of sex with them. Then releasing them, some even made sure they were about when she was, so that she could kidnap them again, for a weekend of sex. It was enforced, but oddly, by agreement.

She had applied for a medical exemption to the punishment, seeing as this was her second strike, and they offered her this, to torture criminal males to get a confession, instead of having it sewn up. Next time she was prosecuted, ten years in this cage with remission for good behaviour. That meant getting a confession, three years less if I confessed, she was already down to five years after just six months. She was good, and didn't seem to care about the innocent males she harmed, making them confess to a crime they had not committed.

"So another six months, and it will be time served, unless of course you manage not to confess, which I doubt, after the last session; that hurt, didn't it?" She asked me, and I nodded, there was no point in being brave, she didn't care.

"Let me see now, I have had cocks up me obviously, hands right up, boy that was a good fuck. He rammed his fist up hard, and kept ramming it up, hoping to make me confess, but I just smiled. I was enjoying the orgasms, which came one after the other. He gave up, not me. Then there was this guy who tried hard to get his fucking head up, but couldn't, bottles, ping pong balls by the dozen. Did you know I can hit a bull's eye from ten feet away?

Obviously, tampons, tongues, and fingers, I think the oddest thing to actually to go up, the head wouldn't fit, was a tennis ball, but I couldn't shoot it out, too big, ping pong balls are the only things that you can shoot out. I think that is because they are lighter than a tennis ball, rather than being smaller," she said considering her ideas.

The conversation carried on in this vein until she decided I had recovered enough for our next session.

"Well have you recovered, have the pains all gone?" She asked me, I shook my head.

"Then this will hurt a lot more, I was not interested in the answer, I was just asking," she said.

She sat on my cock, and continued to sit there for a longer period than the last time. I wanted to fuck her, but they had made sure I could not move. She was the only person who could move, I just had to lie there waiting for the fuck, and pains to begin, which is, torture.

As I expected, because the pains had subsided, but not gone; it was much earlier that the need began. It was even before she started to move. She again used the slow strokes for a bit, but she didn't seem to carry on as long. She was quite quickly beginning to ram me into her hard and fast, but that did not slow the pains, they began, as expected, I suppose, prior to her first orgasm.

She was by now ramming me in with energy and force, as the aches turned into pains, then she squirted, one, but I was already in pain, holding on for her.

A second erupted, and a third, by now I was really in pain as she continued not even looking at me just enjoying the fuck. I was really in pain, and beginning to want to cry out, four, she had just had her fourth, and I was in serious pain.

Five, six and the pains were turning into agony, seven, eight, and I was almost at screaming pitch as she had her ninth. I did scream into the gag silently, ten eleven, and I was screaming in pain, twelve, and she got off.

She looked down on me and smiled, "I have yet to fail, now do you wish to confess?" she asked me.

Had I not been tied down so well; I would have been writhing in agony, and she expected me, to hear her? I was just a mess of anguish and pain, it seemed to enter every fibre of my being, so desperate was I to shoot.

"OK, I only asked, be like that, every time the residual pains will be stronger, so the new pains yet to come will be even more painful, I suggest, you confess," she told me, not that I understood, as the pains continued their circuit of my body, agonisingly.

I now knew her life story in detail, and her sexual exploits, also in detail, what was there left for her to talk about? You would think very little, to nothing, not the case. She now began to describe her sexual organs, and in detail, even down to her breast implants, how she selected the implant she wanted, the shape and size.

I had no idea that there were so many parts, and functions to a cunt, now I do, and in detail, so much so that I felt I knew as much as a doctor about the workings of that region, of a female. She must have spent a good half hour listing the parts and functions, before she wanted a fuck again.

"I won't ask, it is too short a time between the last session and this one, for the pains to have gone, or even subsided. But my need is greater than your stubbornness," she told me, and climbed on slipping my cock into her cunt, and just sitting there, smiling.

She sat there for longer than the last time, and by the time she began to rise slowly I was aching to shoot.

She rose and fell in long, slow strokes for longer than the last time, as well, and it took me to pains.

By the time she was ramming me in hard and fast; I was moaning in pain, I was arriving at agony when she had her first orgasm, and it went downhill from then on.

After just six orgasms I was at screaming pitch, but she wanted her ten, and continued, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, and she got off me, as usual she smiled at me, and asked the question, to which I nodded. I couldn't go through that again, it was extreme agony, holding on for her. Whatever the drug was that caused it, it should be banned. I lay there panting, and in serious pain, agony, as she called out to the guard.

"Tell her royal highness that it is ready to confess, will you?" she asked the guard.

They collected me, and I was taken to see her royal highness, I was weak, and they had to support me as we left the dungeon area, and climbed the stairs to her chambers.

I was unceremoniously dumped on the floor, and the guards left me shackled lying on the floor.

Her royal highness got up, and came over to me; she smiled at me and kicked me not hard, just enough to make me look at her.

"So, my dear friend, sex cannot be used as torture, can it not?" she asked me.

"W-where did you find her, she is very good, and the stories she told, was very convincing. I accept you won the bet," I said.

"I never doubted it, I know just how fragile the male is, but what, was, the bet? You have not forgotten, have you?" she asked me standing proud over me, and gloating.

"No, the scenario was that a chef was on a cheap holiday in a foreign country, and fell afoul of the law. If he managed to survive the inquisition, then the royal highness would be his slave, for a month. Sex slave and general slave, wiping his arse for him, he did not have to lift a finger," I said.

"I agreed to do that, and I would have, but you failed, not me, so what was to be your penalty to me, the rest of the scenario?" She asked me as I panted, hoping the residual pains would soon die.

"I would be taken to a courtroom and found guilty of spying, but the punishment would be eased, because it was not intentional. I agreed to accept your rule, and be your slave," I said.

"Almost, you forgot the most important part, one word that is all, not my slave, but a slave. There isn't much difference, apart from as a slave, you will be a slave to the household, as my slave you will just be attending to my needs, and my needs are very little, as you know.

You wanted to get inside my knickers, but you will not, our friendship is far too valuable, for that mistake. Andrea, your cage mate, she will allow you to get inside her panties. She is a nymphomaniac, and a dear friend. Before I ease your agonies, do you agree that was the bet we entered into, and that you are willing to accept your penalty, for failing, erm, losing?" She asked me.

"OK, yes, I accept that you won, and agree to fulfil my penalty, willingly, now bitch, give me the antidote, and bring Andrea, if that is her name, to me, to ease my anguish," I said.

"Guards, take him back, and give him the antidote, and leave him with Andrea till morning. Then drag him into court, he lost the bet," she ordered them, smiling, having won.

I was taken back to Andrea, and tied down, then they gave me an injection, and Andrea smiled at me.

"Hello again, the gag, Guards, please? Slave that is your name now, isn't it. Betting with someone as astute as the Duchess is rather stupid. I have known her since we were at school together, and even if she said the moon was made from green cheese, I would not doubt it, or bet that it wasn't.

I suppose you want me to relieve the residual pains, you are still in, I will, but to be honest I am fucked, so many orgasms has taken its toll on me. You have had the antidote, but now need to cum, to end the nightmare. I should feel much more randy by morning, unless you have something to offer me to encourage me to, erm, make one last fuck, before I go to bed, do you?" She asked me.

"Y-You know I don't have any money that is why the bet was for slavery, for a period, I have nothing to offer you," I said, still in pain.

"What a pity, what about being my slave, for a period, after your slavery to, the Duchess's house hold? You could offer me that, it would have to include being my sex slave, as well, but that does not usually cause a problem with my slaves, they enjoy, fucking me?" She asked me.

"I-I accept the suggestion, and I will agree to being your slave, and sex slave, once I have completed my slavery to the Duchess," I said eager to be free of the pains.

"There you go again, your slavery is not to the Duchess; it is to the house hold. The Duchess does not want you in her bed; she has maids to look after her. You will be in the kitchen, washing the pans, and scrubbing the floors. Then there is a maid short, so you will be cleaning the bedrooms. Why do you think the Duchess was so specific about being not her slave, but one to the house hold? Like I said, do not bet with the Duchess, she always wins, and the penalty, is bad. You do know she prefers women to men, don't you? You have no chance, but she does like you, as a friend. Now slave are you agreeing to, wait a moment, Guard?" she called out, one entered, " Now with a witness; are you willing to be my slave for a period of not less than one month, after your penalty to the Duchess's house hold, including being a sex slave to me?" she asked in front of the guard.

I looked at the guard, and then her, and knew I had no option, but to agree, the pains were bad.

"I agree to be your slave for not less than one month following my slavery to the Duchess's house hold, and sex slave for that period," I said, I knew I had to be correct, she would accept nothing less.

The contract signed and agreed, she completed the process with another eight orgasms before I shot my load; the relief was tremendous. I felt as though a mountain had been lifted off me, and I slowly came back down to earth. The guards opened the cage, and let me out, I left to prepare, for what?

I had no idea what I had agreed to, except that I was now to be a slave to the Duchess, rather, her household, what difference that made I had no idea.

I had met her at a sex convention, OK, it wasn't advertised as that, but that is what it was. We just seemed to be as one. She told me that she enjoyed being a dominatrix, and I smiled, admitting that I liked to be a submissive. That was the start of a beautiful relationship, which had developed from sitting and chatting into videos, but as yet we had not had any physical contact. Which you may find odd, but one month into our relationship, she hadn't raised her cane to me. Perhaps this is what she had engineered, to make it possible for her to use her cane, on me?

I knew sex was not on the cards, she was lesbian, not that it made any difference, it was like a melding of minds when we sat and chatted, if anything it enhanced our relationship, sex was not a burden we carried.

Why, the challenge? Well, I said that pleasure and torture, were at odds, and she said that they complimented each other, pleasure can be, torture.

"Ridiculous, how can pleasure, be torture?" I demanded.

"Simple, you like Rock and Roll, Buddy Holly, erm, Little Richard, The Stones, The Who, I will take you to the Opera, they are the same, yet totally different, they are both music with words, songs, yet a night at the opera would be torture to you, hence a pleasure, being torture," She told me.

"Torture used as a means to extract information does not work. You only get what you want to hear, not the truth, so a night at the opera would not make me confess to something I have not done." I argued.

"Let's make it a bet; if you win then I will be your slave for a month. If I win, then you will be a slave in my household," she had said.

"OK, but add in sex," I said, being nasty to her.

"So you want to torture me, to make up for me torturing you, OK, I will be your sex slave if you win, but to even it up, you have to be a slave to my house hold," She suggested.

"There isn't female in this house that would not grace my bed, as long as it is willingly," I replied she did seem to have an all female staff and they were not models, but very attractive to me.

"Only if they want to," she clarified.

"I agree, they must ask, if you wish, I am the slave so they tell me to fuck them, as the slave," I offered.

"We have agreement, I will now organise a pleasure, one I know you will revel in, but it will be torture for you, and you will confess, to what, you are not guilty, so you do not know what your confession will be. Only when you are being tortured will you find out what you are accused of," She said, a smile lit her face up with the anticipation of what she was planning.

It would be down to me to play along, and make it up as I went along.

I did not realise just how capable she was, to select intercourse as the means of torture, was a brilliant stroke. Who would argue that a fuck could be torture? I don't know of a male who would say a fuck was torture, unless perhaps, a homosexual, but even then they may not like it, but I doubt them saying that it was torture, yet here I was having confessed to something I had not done, because of torture by, fucking!

They took me to another room, and sat me down. I had been shackled she was not about to change the rules. I was now a confessed spy, and to be treated as such.

To say she was a bitch would not be my opinion of her, but now she had adopted that mantle, so it became evident that she could adopt it, when the situation required it.

The guards pushed a piece of paper in front of me, and told me to write my confession. I looked to my left, behind a glass screen, and there she was; my torturer ogling me as if desperate to take me back, and fuck the arse off me. She smiled at me, then slipped a finger in her mouth in a sexual gesture, making it obvious to me what lay in store for me; if I did not write my confession and sign it, I wrote it and signed, and then laughed.

I had just confessed to something I had not done because I had been fucked, into it, ironic is not the word for what I had done; yet it is perhaps the only word. A pleasure had been turned into torture, probably the greatest pleasure man can have. The sexual charges take man from a human being into the basic of animal instincts, carnal pleasure, the need to procreate. The need to take the female of the species, and impregnate her with his sperm; it is second only to the need for life itself, self preservation.

After twelve fucks, I still had a raging hard on, and no sign of my release, it nagged at me for release, but nothing she did, or I did could end the desperation for my climax. Plus with each fuck the pains got more and more intense, as I was forced to hold on. I had a raging hard on, and that didn't bother me that much, it was only when her warm, moist cunt slipped over it that the desires began, and grew. They lasted until she got off sated, while I still needed, my orgasm.

Slowly the need ebbed, but as the number of fucks grew it took longer for it to ebb, and so the desire was relit quickly, when she enveloped my cock again, for her next fuck. After say ten fucks the pains of holding on didn't fade before she enveloped it again, and grew more intense as she rode my cock with energy, until I had to confess to be free of her. Who the fuck she was, I have no idea, but she was insatiable.

I wouldn't mind having her in my bed for one night, wow, what night that would be! But I would not marry her; I would be far too tired to work after a week of sleepless nights, keeping her happy.

I digress, once I had signed the confession they gave me an injection, and put me back in with her, and this time we fucked, and I shot my load.

"Not even one orgasm, you are useless," she said, not allowing for the thirty six or so orgasms she had already had, the cunt. They put me in a different cell, and for that I was grateful. Yet I would never have said that; before being put in a cell with a nymphomaniac, when it is perhaps every man's dream, it is no-longer, mine.

I went to the bars of my cage, and looked out at the four females still held in their cages, we were all naked, and they made gestures of desire to have me in their cell, but luckily for me, I was locked in.

I turned, and went to sleep I was tired out, worn out, and completely fucked, out.