It was just after eight o'clock when Sherri and I entered Jack's room, wearing long, black satin robes, loosely tied in the front, as instructed by Mistress Delia. We shared a glance over the fact that he had not gone to sleep in the master bedroom. After all, it belonged to him, as much as it did us. Yes, we were his Mistresses, but it would do him good to be a little more assuming every once in a while.
Jack was lying atop the covers in his outfit from before, and he was sleeping like the dead. Not surprising, given how much we had put him through thus far. He really had to be tired for him not to wake up when we two sat down on the bed on either side of him. He is a rather light sleeper, if he's not wrapped up in the embrace of one of his Mistresses.
We each took a heavy drag on our fresh Divines, inhaled very deeply, before exhaling in Jack's face. He twitched slightly, but remained asleep. We smiled at each other, put our feet onto the bed so that we lay there on our sides, reclining on our elbows. I let the cigarette dangle in my mouth as I reached over to Sherri and pulled the robe off her left shoulder, revealing most of her breast, and she did the same to me.
We took another drag on the pleasure inducing cigarettes, again slowly covering Jack's face with slow, measured exhales. And this time, we saw his eyes flicker as he slowly came awake. He turned his head to me, then to Sherri, and meant to sit up, but we pressed him gently down onto the bed.
"Hi, sleepyhead," I said happily, and took a drag, which I obviously sent his way. Jack closed his eyes and smiled a little in appreciation.
"Pretty tired, huh, darling?" Sherri asked, and met Jack's turning of his head with a huge exhale of her own, which our sub received happily.
We spent the next several minutes, just lying in the bed, smoking our darling, and he took it all as the good boy that he is. I don't think we realised it back then, but I do think we were 'pre' rewarding him for being a wonderful, and brave boy. After all, Mistress Delia put him through the wringer that night. He loved every minute of it, but it wasn't easy, that's for certain.
"Baby," I began, after I had given Jack my last exhale, and crushed out my cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand. "There is something we would like to do, tonight. Something different."
"And it involves absolute trust on your behalf, Jack," Sherri said, her voice firm and without an ounce of lewdness in it. She was unusually serious. "We won't do this if you're not comfortable with something. You must tell us!"
Jack watched our faces for a moment, before he smiled. "You know I trust you both."
I smiled back and kissed him gently on the lips. "Get out of bed, sweetie," I told him, and he did as ordered. And then, per Mistress Delia's instructions, we proceeded with slowly removing his clothes while telling him how much we loved him, and how good he made us feel.
And when he was stark naked, I brought out the blindfold. "I'm going to blindfold you now, darling," I said and wrapped the silk scarf around his head. At that exact moment, there was a flash of lightning, and a big gust of wind. It began to rain. Perfect for the occasion.
Sherri placed a series of feather light kisses on his lips. "I think you'll enjoy this, dear," she whispered in his ear. "And I have a feeling you'll want to do this again. And again. Now, come along."
I took hold of Jack's hand and brought him in close. "I'll guide you, my love. Just lean on me."
We slowly made our way downstairs, and toward a nondescript door on a the wall under the winding stairs. One that I was certain Jack had not noticed when our girlfriend gave him the tour of the house. Sherri slid a secret panel to the side, put in a five digit code, and the door opened. I told you Sherri's house is an old governor's mansion, right? Well, this one has a dungeon, or a prison in the cellar.
We made our way down and I could feel Jack getting a bit nervous, and he shivered slightly when the colder air hit his naked body. I kissed him on the top of his head and whispered in his ear, which made him relax. Once we had descended the stairs, I took the time to look around. The cells were there still, with new gates in them, and there were old school lightbulbs on the walls to create that amber glow in the hall. It did wonders to the aesthetic. At the end of the hallway, there is a large torture chamber. Most of the things that were housed in that place originally were still there, but Sherri had added an assortment of... items used in a dungeon of an altogether different purpose.
We emerged from the hallway into the chamber, and our eyes immediately found our Mistress standing by the hearth, which had a big fire in it, so the room was quite warm. She was completely naked, and cut an amazingly regal figure, standing there in her four inch heels, making her impossibly tall. She had also tied her long thin braids into a severe ponytail, adding to her ferocity. She was holding a riding crop in her hand. Kinky.
She wordlessly pointed to a spot on the floor, into which four bolts had been placed, and four in the ceiling. It was relatively close to the hearth, so that whoever was tied up there wouldn't be cold. I guided Jack to where my Mistress pointed, back to the fire, front to her 'throne' which was just a couple of yards away. Sherri went to get the soft ropes, and fur lined leather restraints.
"We're going to tie your wrists and ankles now, darling. You won't be able to move. OK?"
Jack nodded his accord, and stood still while we prepped him. Once that was done, Sherri and I pulled on the robes, so that Jack's hands were pulled over his head, and he almost had to stand on his toes. Having done that, I made my way in front of Jack, reached for the blindfold and pulled it loose.
Jack blinked a few times, and looked around, but I stopped him before he could see Mistress Delia. "What-" he began, but I silenced him with a finger on his lips.
"Hush, my darling," I told him in my sweetest voice. "Trust us. You may be a little nervous, but you will enjoy this a lot, I think."
And with that, Sherri and I left the chamber, and went into a smallish room opposite the fireplace. What is fun about this room, is that it has a two way mirror. It's designed in a way that it looks like the wall, so you can't really see it, unless you're actively looking for it, or know it's already there. So, as far as Jack knew, he was alone down there. Unaware of the tigress that was about to pounce on him.
We sat down in a comfortable leather sofa that was facing the mirror, and Sherri turned on the high end mike in the room, and we could hear the fire crackling. Then she turned on the monitors, so that we could see Mistress' face. I reached for an unopened pack of Divines, tore the cellophane off, and handed my lover a fresh one, while taking one myself. We lit the cigarettes, and when I put the pack down, my eyes lingered on a pair of delicious looking cigars, but knew they were for later.
Mistress Delia just stood there for a moment, enjoying the view, as she took in Jack's delicious, hairless body. Naturally, her amber eyes lingered on his butt. My keen eyes noticed her cock twitch, and she closed her eyes to force it down again. Such control! With an amazing boy like Jack, right in front of her.
Eventually, however, the show had to get started. Mistress Delia closed her eyes for a second, and when she opened them, she looked at the mirror, and those beautiful amber eyes were pools of cruel, insatiable hunger. And it was at that moment, that I realized this might be much rougher than I had thought. She was going to devour him.
Mistress Delia finally moved. She cleared her throat, making Jack flinch. Jack tried to twist his body so that he could see who was in the room with him, but she had moved just out of his vision, making him twist the other way. She was making him work for it. And when he saw her, he froze.
I couldn't blame him, of course. She was completely naked, as I told you earlier. She calmly and confidently walked in front of Jack, her heels clacking on the stone floor. He followed her movements in an almost hypnotic manner.
Mistress Delia stopped in front of him, allowing Jack to take in her naked form, and it was clearly affecting him, considering his cock was coming alive, despite the situation. He greedily took in her whole body, before his eyes went to her cock, and stared. In awe. We watched on the screen as Mistress Delia slowly brought her riding crop to his chin and raised his head, so that he could look her in the eye.
"I'm up here, boy," she said sternly.
Jack stared at her. "Delia? What's going on?"
Apparently, he made a mistake, because Mistress Delia frowned, and gave him a slap on the cheek with the riding crop. Not too hard, but enough to make a 'smacking' sound. "It's 'Mistress', or 'Mistress Delia' to you, boy. And you speak only when asked a direct question."
"But-" Jack began, but was met with another slap, about the same as before.
"Tsk, tsk. And they said you were smart, boy," she muttered, and walked behind him. "I guess a demonstration of what happens to boys who do not do as they're told is in order."
Whack! Mistress Delia struck our Jack on his left ass cheek, and Jack yelped. And followed it with a strike on his other one. Whack! Jack yelped again. "Naughty boys are punished," Mistress Delia said in a firm voice.
Jack wisely held his tongue, but I couldn't help but notice his cock was still hard. Was Mistress right? Did he really like this? I eyed Sherri out of the corner of my eye, and saw she was rock hard. Naughty bitch. Well, I was hard too, so...
Mistress Delia had made her way in front of Jack again, and was looking at his hard cock. "So, a naughty boy like you has presumed to steal the hearts of my two girls. How... disappointing. Look at you. Rock hard, even after being slapped on the butt."
Jack mumbled something under his breath. Whack! Mistress Delia struck him on the thigh. "What did you not understand about not speaking unless being asked a straight question?"
"I just want to know what's going on!" Jack exclaimed, his eyes wide. Not in fear, I noted with some relief. He seemed to be piecing it together himself.
Mistress Delia simply stood there for a while, staring at Jack, her eyes cold. "I suppose it's only fair, boy," she began, and moved behind him again. "But you spoke out of turn. And you never raise your voice to me!" she hissed, and struck him on both cheeks, and the slaps were decidedly louder this time. Jack hadn't yelped out this time, but merely grunted.
"Three times you've spoken out of turn," Mistress Delia said, walked in front of Jack, and made a show of examining the riding crop. "Seems this little thing is worthless." She threw the crop away, made her way to a rack on the wall, and took her time selecting a flogger with reasonably long tresses.
I heard Sherri giggle next to me. "What?" I asked in a low voice.
"Our Jack's such a slut. Look! He's still rock hard!"
Well now, wasn't that interesting.
"I will tell you why you're here, and what's happening, boy," she began, as she slowly made her way over to the fireplace. "However, you still haven't been properly punished for raising your voice at me. That, I cannot abide. So. Five lashes across your back. And you will not make a sound. Make a sound, and you will receive three more. Do you understand?"
Jack nodded. "Yes, Mistress Delia."
Mistress nodded. "Good! You're learning."
Wack! The blow wasn't hard, but it did have an impact. Jack grit his teeth, but no sound came out. "You are here, because my two lovely pets have fallen for you, slutboy."
Jack's eyes widened, but he wisely kept silent. Mistress Delia smiled. "Good! Some self discipline, at last! And yes, those two beautiful birds belong to me, Delia."
Whack! "We met many years ago, and I took them into my embrace. I love them, and they are the most precious thing in the world to me. And so I must make sure you are worthy of them."
Whack! "And unfortunately for you, boy, I have seen nothing so far that tells me you're not just a pathetic human, hoping to score with a pair of rich ladies, desperate for cock!"
Jack was beginning to sweat with the effort of not making a sound.
Whack! "I saw the way you looked at me today. In the store. It was almost as if Sherri and Ellie didn't exist. And look at you! I wonder. If I release you from the bonds, will you drop to your knees, and suck my orc meat, your girlfriends all but forgotten?"
Whack! The last blow was hard, and Jack allowed a small grunt to escape his lips. "Mmfph!"
"Weak human," Mistress Delia said, and circled around to Jack's front.
"Shut up!" Jack shouted. "I love them!"
Mistress Delia strode to his back, and struck him with a couple of criss cross strokes. "Liar!"
"I will never betray them!" Jack shouted.
Mistress Delia struck him a couple of times with her flogger, and by then, Jack's back was red, and flushed. And still, Jack was completely hard. Mistress Delia made her way in front of him again, and stared down at him for a while.
I was beginning to feel a little unsure of all this. This was all new. Usually, Delia just fucked any prospective boyfriend, and sent them on their way when they couldn't take her cock. I chanced a a look at Sherri, and saw her eyes were glued to the scene in front of her. Still, she noticed me looking at her, and reached over, grabbed my cock, stroking it gently a few times.
"It'll be alright, baby," Sherri told me. "See Jack's back? It's flushed, and angry, but it's not swollen. Mistress hasn't been too rough. She has a masterful stroke. And it's admirable how evenly she has spread out the pain. She's amazingly skilled at this, my love," she finished, and leaned into me, and I grabbed her own cock, and began a slow up and down rhythm"
"Well, you certainly don't lack for courage, boy," Mistress Delia said. "Or is it stupidity? I doesn't matter; I do not believe you. After all, you're still hard after all this," she said, and motioned to Jack's cock with her flogger. "Hard for a complete stranger who's whipping him. And if I do not deem you worthy, I cannot give my blessing. I sincerely doubt my girls could be happy with someone I don't approve of."
"I love Mistress Ellie, and Mistress Sherri," Jack growled in defiance. "And I'll do anything to prove it!"
Allowing Jack's slip of the tongue to slide for now, Mistress Delia pursed her lips. "Anything?"
"Anything!" Jack growled again, his eyes pools of fire.
"Alright," Mistress Delia said. "There is a way we can make sure. It won't be easy, and even some orcs are unable to finish the ordeal."
"I'll do it."
Mistress Delia smiled a genuine smile that time, but shook her head. "I do admire your tenacity, Jack."
Mistress Delia paced in front of him for a moment, and I thought I could sense her... hesitating. She finally walked behind him, and took a glance at the mirror. Then her eyes hardened a bit, and she seemed to reach a decision. She began circling Jack while playing with the flogger in her hand.
"Alright, Jack," Mistress Delia said. "It'll take a little time to get ready, and make you ready for this." She put the flogger down on a nearby table, and grabbed a few a few thuribles she had packed with her special herb. She fired them up, and hung them from the ceiling here and there in the room, and given the amount of smoke the devices were giving, I knew the room would become very hazy in just a few minutes. Jack was going to get high as a kite.
Once Mistress Delia had finished that, she made her way to her throne and sat down. She opened a small compartment in one of the armrests and revealed a tiny humidor. She extracted a long, somewhat thin cigar, and set about lighting it. She got the cigar lit and sat for a while enjoying a few very deep puffs she sent Jack's way, keeping her legs just far enough apart so our boyfriend could see her cock resting on the seat, huge as it was. After a few minutes of this, Mistress went on to explain to Jack what was happening.
"Ellie and Sherri gave you over to me for the evening, because I asked them to. Many years ago, I requested that they bring any man they desired, and thought might be worth their love. There have been several before you, and none have passed the test. None have endured and impressed me enough that I was able to deem them worthy."
The room was becoming very hazy, and I saw Jack close his eyes to try and gather his thoughts. The herb was getting to him. "Can I ask you a question, Mistress?"
Mistress Delia smiled benevolently and rose from her throne, took a huge puff of her cigar, which she exhaled into Jack's face. "You may, darling boy," she said, and took another puff. "But I may not answer," she continued, and exhaled into his face again.
Jack was becoming a bit sluggish, but he was aware. "Why do this? Why not allow my mistresses to decide for themselves? They're grown women."
Mistress Delia frowned slightly and went to retrieve her flogger. She slashed it diagonally across Jack's back harder than ever before, and a grunt escaped his lips. He was still rock hard, but that was probably an effect of Mistress Delia's smoke in his face.
"You asked two questions, boy. I only gave you permission to ask one."
Jack was trembling a little bit, but nodded. "Yes, Mistress."
Mistress Delia smiled in satisfaction, took a deep puff, and gave it to Jack, who closed his eyes in delight. He really was loving this! And his cock was leaking copious amounts of precum onto the floor.
Mistress Delia put her cigar into an ashtray on the table, and began circling Jack slowly. "And to answer your question, sweet boy. I love those girls, as I told you before. With all my heart. There are precious few of us 'special' girls walking among the sheep of the world, and we simply cannot afford to waste too much of our time with unworthy playthings. I am older and more experienced than they are, so I took it upon myself to weed out the losers."
Jack's head slumped back a bit and he moaned in pleasure as the smoke from the thuribles worked its magic on him. I watched his cock pulse, and a surprisingly large glob of pre emerged from the slit of his circumcised cock, and slipped to the floor. Mistress Delia smiled happily behind him, before she raised her hand, and brought the flogger down hard on his back.
"Focus!" she snapped., and I saw Jack's eyes fly open, and he shuddered. "I am starting to feel disappointed, Jack," she said, and went over to the fireplace, and put on a couple of logs, and stirred the fire, making the room even warmer. I could see small pearls of sweat beginning to form on their bodies. Oh, that devious woman! She would start to sweat even more, and the musk would be overwhelming.
Mistress Delia grabbed her cigar, and took a very deep puff. She held the smoke for a while, before exhaling all over Jack. She threw the flogger away, grabbed Jack's chin, and gave him a long kiss, filled with tongue. When she finally pulled back, our sub was panting heavily and had a very dazed look on his face.
Mistress Delia stared down her nose at Jack, but she had a smile on her face. The first proper one of the evening. That kind, loving smile that reached your soul when she sent it your way. Jack gazed into her eyes, and I could see him losing himself in those bottomless pools. I felt Sherri stroke my cock a little faster.
"She's going to fuck him soon, love," Sherri whispered to me. "She's going to strap him onto a bench and work him over for hours..."
I moaned as I exhaled a huge drag of my cigarette toward the glass, and a big glob of pre came rushing out of my rock hard cock. "Mmmmm. Do you think he can take it?" I asked in a small voice and looked over to Sherri, who reached over and kissed me.
"Of course, Ellie. He's the one. Guaranteed," she said in a reassuring voice. "You trained him good, and he's still so damn tight, even after taking both our cocks yesterday..."
I smiled at her, and nodded. She was right. Jack could take her passion. Taking my twelve inch cock multiple times every day for the last month surely had to be enough training for my darling Jack. You see, I knew exactly what Mistress Delia did to any prospective lover, and that was the reason I hadn't taken Jack to her until then. Of course, it had been a wonderful month of very sweet and passionate lovemaking, but more than that, I had been training Jack in the art of taking cock. And he was a very attentive student.
Mistress Delia cupped Jack's face in her palm. "Tell me dear, and be truthful: do you desire my cock?"
A look of shame clouded Jack's face, and he tried to look away. However, Mistress Delia's firm, but gentle hand turned his head back towards her. "Eyes on me, my darling," she said. "There. Good boy. Shall I repeat the question?"
"No need, Mistress Delia. Mistress Ellie is most insistent I always be truthful. The truth is that I've wanted your cock from the moment I saw it."
Mistress Delia smiled gently, and leaned down to kiss Jack's forehead. "There is no shame in desiring my Lady, sweet boy. She is magnificent after all," our Mistress said in her hypnotic voice. "I am going to let you down, now. You will not move."
"I understand, Mistress," Jack responded, his voice a little thick.
Mistress Delia made her way to where the rope holding Jack in place was fastened, unhooked it, and allowed Jack to stand, and his hands to fall to his sides. She then made her way to her throne and removed one of her long, thin cigars from the humidor and lit it. When she returned, she allowed her hips to sway a bit more than usual, which made her lovely cock move in such an interesting way. And of course, Jack's eyes were transfixed upon the Lady.
Mistress Delia stopped in front of Jack once more, and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, sweetie," she began, and took a big puff of her cigar, and very slowly gave Jack the warm and seemingly endless exhale. Then, she applied a little pressure on the top of Jack's head. "Why don't the pair of you get better acquainted?"
Jack slowly sank to his knees and came face to face with Mistress Delia's amazing cock. Knowing my sub, I am sure he would have loved to spend a while just admiring the perfection of the cock he was presented with.
I heard Sherri moan next to me, and I played with her slit with my thumb. "He's completely captivated by The Lady," I told her, and stole a look at her wonderful cock, which was rock hard and drooling. As mine was.
Sherri looked at me, took a massive drag on her cigarette, and leaned towards me. I met her half way, and we shared a long, sensuous and smoke filled kiss. "I love you, Elizabeth," she said once we broke apart.
I smiled at her, and cupped her cheek. "And I love you, sweetheart."
When we turned our attention back to the two putting on the show, Jack was slowly sliding his fingertips up the back of Mistress Delia's thighs, while Mistress was massaging his scalp with her blue painted nails, and speaking to him in that hypnotic voice of hers. She cupped the back of his head in her palm, and slowly began pulling him towards his destiny.
"That's right, darling," she said, and took a deep puff, which she exhaled down on him. "She desires you too, and she usually gets what she wants. Go on... give her a kiss."
Jack allowed himself to be brought up close and personal, and I thought he was going to give Mistress' slightly engorged cock a kiss, but then he grabbed her ass, and buried his nose in her thick bush, taking a deep whiff.
Mistress Delia let out a deep, throaty chuckle and smiled a knowing smile. "That's it, sweetie. Let my scent overwhelm your senses," she said, eased him away from her crotch and exhaled yet another lungful of warm smoke into his face. "Surrender yourself to me, and I'll give you pleasure beyond anything you can fathom!"
By way of answer, Jack leaned in towards Mistress Delia's cock and kissed it right at the base. Mistress Delia stared down at him, her eyes heavy lidded with lust. Where Sherri and I would have allowed our heads to fall back in bliss at the touch, Mistress kept her focus on her boy, determined to watch the moment her cock was welcomed into the warmth of the willing mouth that was placing feather light kisses down the massive phallus that was still only very slightly engorged.
Eventually, Jack reached the end, and gave the head a long kiss. Once that was done, he began swirling his tongue around the spongy head, and was rewarded with a big cloud of smoke and a moan from Mistress Delia. It spurred Jack on, and he brought his talented tongue underneath Mistresses' glans and slowly slid the mammoth cock into his eager mouth.
Mistress took a massive puff of her cigar, and bathed Jack in the lovely cloud. "Mmmm... you lovely boy!"
With his fingers still tracing lines on Mistress Delia's thighs, Jack began to slowly bob his head back and forth. His movements came longer as the cock in his mouth began to grow, and we watched as Jack's mouth began to stretch around Mistress Delia's cock. Her cock isn't just longer than mine, it's quite a bit thicker, as well. So, whatever the pair of them did, Mistress would be touching virginal territory.
Sherri moaned out a long exhale and leaned her head back as I worked her meat. "Oh, she's going to destroy him, Ellie!"
I moaned and inhaled a large drag of my own, and exhaled slowly toward the glass again. "And our Jack will love every minute of it!"
We watched as Mistress put the cigar into her mouth and let it dangle as she fisted Jack's hair in both hands and began moving her hips with Jack, forcing her cock a little deeper each time. This went on for a little while, until we heard Jack gag loudly.
Mistress eased Jack off a little bit, but kept her cock all the way in his mouth, barely giving him enough room to breathe. While holding him in place with her left hand, she brought her right up to her cigar, took a massive puff and exhaled down onto Jack.
"Again," Mistress demanded and once more, let the cigar dangle as she grabbed fistfuls of Jack's hair.
Jack slowly stroked up the back of Mistress' thighs, as he began sucking, meeting her thrusts. And when Mistress Delia went as deep as she could, Jack grabbed her ass firmly, and pulled himself towards his prospective mistress.
Mistress Delia dropped her cigar, threw her head back, and let out a groan of pleasure as her cock went deeper into Jack's throat than ever before. Still, he didn't manage to take her all the way, was about two inches shy of burying his nose in her amazing bush.
Mistress slowly let her head rise, and turned her attention back to our sub, whose hands were slowly slipping down her thighs as he lost the strength in his arms. She held him fast on her cock, until he almost passed out, then suddenly let go, and Jack fell onto the floor, gasping for breath.
Mistress Delia looked down on Jack with an impassive expression. "Hand me my cigar," she said.
Jack got onto his knees and handed her the cigar. "Thank you," Mistress said, and made her way to her throne and lit the cigar once more. She then sat down onto her throne, and slid forwards until her glorious balls hung free.
"Come, darling. Worship my balls," she said in that hypnotic voice of hers.
Jack was about to stand up, but stopped when he saw Mistress' stern gaze. "Crawl. In this room, you will not stand in my presence, unless I give you a command or permission."
I stole a look to my right, and saw Sherri bite her lower lip in arousal as her latest drag came rushing out of her nostrils. "It's been a while since I've seen Mistress in the zone, Ellie," she said, and brought her hand to my own balls, massaging them expertly.
"Mmmm..." I moaned. "He'll never be the same, will he?"
Sherri chuckled. "No, babe. No, he won't."
Jack had reached Mistress Delia by then, and reverently took her huge balls into his palms, and gently began playing with them, rolling them around. He leaned in and gave each one a long kiss, before he began licking and sucking on them.
He was rewarded for his efforts with both a huge glob of precum, and a massive cloud of lovely, warm smoke. "It seems my two lovely girls have trained you properly in the ways of pleasing a woman like me," Mistress said, and took the last huge puff of her cigar, and bathed Jack's face in the exhale.
She moaned as Jack sucked one of her balls extra hard in appreciation for the lovely smoke. "But the fact remains that I've not managed to get all the way into your velvety throat, and that simply will not do. I will have all your throat tonight."
She stood up, and Jack sat back on his heels like the good boy that he was. "Follow," she said, and made her way over to a leather padded bench, and Jack crawled behind her. "Fortunately, we have just the thing to help us, sweet boy," she said. Her voice was deep and sensual, and laced with erotic magic. She tapped the bench. "Hop on, darling," she said, and Jack obeyed instantly. Such a sweetheart!
I subconsciously began stroking Sherri's cock faster, but felt her hand on my arm. "Slow down, my love," she whispered. "I'll cum if you aren't careful, and we were not supposed to cum anywhere, except into Jack tonight." She then reached for a remote and pressed a button, and the images on the screen changed so that we got a close up of the bench with a variety of angles.
The bench was shaped as a narrow 'X', and when Jack was in position, his butt was sticking ever so slightly beyond the padded bench, and his head hanging from the edge on the front. His arms and legs, rested outstretched along the 'X'. Mistress threaded leather straps through the 'O' rings on the shackles on Jack's wrists, securing him to the apparatus.
She made her way to the front, her hard cock bobbing menacingly with each step. Needless to say, Jack was probably in pain, he was so hard. Mistress Delia bent down and raised a small padded flap a little bit so that Jack's head wasn't dangling too much, and had a little support, and gave her the right angle for insertion.
Mistress Delia smiled in satisfaction. "All ready, darling." She stroked her cock a few times, making it slick with her abundant juices. "Do you want me to fuck your throat, sweetling?"
The expected response came without delay. "It would be my honour."
Mistress stroked his cheek with her fingertips in appreciation. "You really are such a sweet boy, Jack."
We watched Mistress take a deep breath, as if to steady herself, and I couldn't blame her; Jack's throat is exquisite and cumming into it is amazing. She brought her cock to Jack's lips and circled it around his open mouth a couple of times, and Jack made a game of trying to catch it with his tongue.
"Are you ready?" she asked, and Jack told her he was.
Mistress Delia let out a hiss, and grabbed his head. In one slow, smooth thrust, she got her cock as far as it had gone earlier, but ploughed mercilessly beyond that point, and all the way in she went. Sherri and I stared at the pair of them, our hands slowly working each other's cock.
Mistress Delia stayed there for a second, before pulling out until only the head of her cock was inside Jack's mouth. "Are you alright, darling?" she asked, and pulled her cock all the way out.
"Yes, Mistress," Jack assured her, a little breathlessly.
Mistress smiled gently. "Good boy. Now I'm going to properly fuck your throat until I cum into that starving belly of yours, sweetheart."
She rubbed Jack's throat in some sort of pattern, and grinned. What was going on? Sherri and I shared a glance, both completely at a loss what Mistress Delia had done. Well, she never did anything without a purpose, so... We watched her put her cockhead back into Jack's willing mouth.
"Make sure you match your breathing with my thrusts, baby," she cooed. "Do that properly, and I'll promise, you'll experience something incredible."
I saw Jack steel himself. He would do anything in his power to do as his partner asked him to. In went the massive fourteen inch member, and again, Mistress Delia bottomed out in one smooth thrust. She slowly pulled out, and Jack took a deep breath, and in the cock went. This went on for a while, as Mistress Delia gently helped Jack get used to taking her. Then, she decided it was time for her first cum of the evening.
She pulled out once more, but left her cock in Jack's mouth. "Take a deep breath when I tell you, baby. This will be a little rough. I'm getting close. I need to cum, and I'm not stopping until I've creamed your belly. Understand? Good boy."
Mistress Delia got into position and yet again, began pleasuring herself inside Jack's throat with slow, measured strokes. "Get ready, boy," she growled suddenly, and quickly pulled out to give Jack a chance to breathe in, before she plunged her cock into his gullet. And let loose. She began fucking his throat hungrily, quickly finding the perfect stroke for the best stimulation.
Mistress Delia's skin was glistening with sweat as she hammered Jack's throat with her cock, her thrusts quick and powerful. I was looking at my mistress' beautiful face, when I noticed her brow creasing. She was staring at Jack's rock hard cock, and I understood she was making a concentrated effort to keep her eyes open. I had to wonder why.
Then we heard her sigh and go all the way in with her cock, and I swear, I could see her balls tighten as she began unloading into Jack's belly. It began to expand a little, and I loved to see it happen, but then I heard something. Something the top tier speakers in the dungeon caught...
"Cum, darling," I heard Mistress whisper as she filled Jack with her cream. "Cum for me..."
At those whispered words, Jack's back arched of the bench, and he started spewing cum all over himself, and Mistress smiled in triumph. I glanced at Sherri, who stared. I wasn't surprised. I'd never seen him cum this much. An effect of the herb, no doubt.
The amount of cum was amazing, but most amazing of all, was that Jack had cum from being fucked in the throat! My mind was swimming with the possibilities. I knew Jack loved deepthroating us, but the idea that he could receive actual physical pleasure from having his throat taken, made me so incredibly happy.
One of the few things I love more than to cum into Jack, is to make him cum. I may be demanding, and I often prefer to cum first, but I'm not a selfish lover. No sexual partner of mine has ever been left unsatisfied. I knew Sherri was also really glad, if the way she was squeezing my cock was any indication. Of course, this new revelation meant that Jack would be spit roasted every day from now on, if there were more than one of us around.
Eventually, the pair of them stopped cumming, and Mistress Delia slowly pulled her still hard cock out of Jack's throat. We heard him take a gasping breath, before one last spurt from the cock that had just been in his throat, painted his face. Mistress leaned down and adjusted the headrest so that Jack could lie comfortably on the bench. Once that was done, she cupped her large balls and smiled down at him.
"Mmmm... still enough left for your ass, darling," she cooed at him. "I'm very impressed with you, sweetling. Did you enjoy this as much as I did?"
Jack took a few seconds more to catch his breath. "I did, Mistress. I can't believe I came!"
Mistress Delia let out that husky laugh, and took hold of her massive cock and rested it on Jack's face. "You came, because your body was pretty much built to take cock, darling," Mistress began, and moaned as Jack started licking her cock. "There has always been a recurring rumour about an old lineage of men, whose bodies are perfect to take the cocks of women like us Mistresses. Their minds are also strong. Too strong to be overwhelmed by the addictive qualities of Futa cum."
"Hmm?" came Jack's eloquent reply.
Mistress Delia sighed contently as she backed away from Jack, and made her way to her throne and retrieved yet another cigar from her humidor and lit it. As she walked back to her lover, she gave us a very pointed look through the glass wall, and we girls understood it was time for us to indulge in the delightful cigars that were lying on the table in front of us.
Sherri handed me mine, put hers in her moist lips, and then we set about lighting them. They eventually caught on, and we took the first massive puff, and let me tell you, my cock practically jumped with joy as I inhaled it deeply into my lungs.
"It won't be long now, Ellie," Sherri moaned as she exhaled her own massive puff. "We're almost at the finale."
I leaned in for a long kiss. "I cannot wait!"
We turned our attention to the couple in the room, and watched as Mistress Delia fed Jack a monstrous exhale of her own, which our boy took without so much as a blink. "I think you know what comes next, don't you darling?"
Jack smiled a dazed smile at Mistress. "Yes," he almost whispered.
Mistress clucked her tongue, and bathed Jack in another warm blanket of smoke, before she viciously tweaked one of Jack's nipples, and he just barely managed to hold his tongue. He had slipped, and Mistress Delia wasn't about to let it slide, despite what had gone before. This was a test of mental fortitude as much as a physical strength.
"What do you call me, slut!?" she growled.
Jack's eyes had cleared when the pain hit him. "I apologize, Mistress Delia! It won't happen again!"
Our Mistress nodded, and once more, gave Jack her smoke. "See that it doesn't, you naughty boy."
She then slowly made her way towards the lower part of the 'X' shaped bench and pressed a button that raised the bits where Jack's feet rested, until his butt had risen a little bit, giving her an great view of Jack's plugged up hole.
She reached for the end of the plug, and gently pulled it out, a short giggle following Jack's unconscious gasp of dismay as the toy left his warm butt. A grin forming on Mistress' beautiful face as she gazed down at it. "Look at that delicious gaping hole winking at me. Why is it doing that, I wonder. Slut? Any ideas?"
Jack moaned in need. "It wants your cock, Mistress. There should always be a cock in a hole like mine."
Mistress Delia smiled and took a huge puff on her cigar, which she exhaled onto Jack's hole. "Let's see about filling the void, shall we?" she asked rhetorically and milked a massive glob of pre with her left hand and she ever so slowly smeared it all over her raging phallus. She then brought her tip to the waiting ass, but to torment him further, she began to slowly rub her cock around the winking hole.
A look of desperation found its way onto Jack's face. He was mindful of not saying a word, but his eyes said it all: 'Please fuck me, Mistress Delia! Claim me! Make me yours!'
And Mistress didn't disappoint. "Such a greedy little slut!" she roared and slammed her massive fourteen inch cock all the way into Jack in one, lightning fast movement.
I watched on the monitor as Jack's eyes lost all focus and then through the glass as he came from the sudden intrusion. However, Mistress didn't give our boy a chance to recover, and began pounding away with reckless abandon. She clearly was in no mood to wait for her second orgasm.
I stood up, as did Sherri. "Ready, darling?" I asked, and took Sherri's hand. My cock was harder than it had ever been, thanks to the whole occasion, and the wonderful cigar.
Sherri gave me a smoke filled kiss. "We've been ready for so long, my love," she said with beatific smile. "Let's go."
We quit the room hand in hand, our cocks bobbing as we made our way into the dungeon, which was really warm. We were immediately hit with the heavy smoke in the air, and the unmistakable scent and musk of our incredible mistress.
We stood a ways off, so that Jack wouldn't notice us. We watched as Mistress Delia furiously pounded our boy, grunting and groaning as she did. And talked dirty with him, of course. Mistress Delia loves to be vocal when she's fucking Jack.
Slap, slap, slap, slap. Came the sound as Mistress' slammed up against Jack.
"You like that cock in your ass, slut?" she asked.
"Y-yes, Mistress," Jack managed to utter out through his ecstasy.
"Is my cock the biggest you've ever had?" Mistress asked again, and grunted in pleasure. Not long now.
"It is, Mistress," Jack groaned out as he came for the third time, and again I was surprised at just how much cum he was shooting out still. That herb really was something!
Slapslapslapslap...
Mistress Delia's hips were now a blur as she worked her cock in and out of Jack, who was lost in a sea of pleasure. "I'm about to cum," our mistress ground out through her teeth. "I'm going to breed you!"
And with that declaration, Mistress Delia came, and roared in animalistic fury as she began pumping her cum into our boy. Jack tried to watch her face, but lost the strength and closed his eyes, as his belly began to expand even more.
Delia motioned us over, which I decided meant she was about done. She held up a palm, and we stopped. She thrust her hips forward a couple of times, before slipping her still hard cock out. A bit of cum came squirting out as Jack's hole was gaping open, but it wouldn't stay empty for long.
She came over to us, an exhausted smile on her face. "Why don't the pair of you reward him for being such a good boy," she suggested and gave us each a gentle kiss. We watched her climb into the large bed that was placed against the wall opposite the door. She sat against the padded headboard, and lazily stroked her cock while puffing on a newly lit cigar. "Well... go on!"
We girls grinned at each other and went over to Jack, who was pretty much completely out of it. I took up my position between his thighs, while Sherri stood at his head. Sherri began to gently stroke Jack's hair, which alerted him to our presence. He blinked a few times, and I saw his eyes come into focus somewhat. The smoke in the room, and Mistress Delia's fucking were getting to him, though.
"Mistress Sherri?" he asked.
"Sshh, darling," I said, and brought my hands to Jack's thighs and stroked them up and down, my painfully hard cock resting at his soggy hole.
"Ellie?"
"Hello, my love. How are you feeling?" I asked and faintly nudged my achingly hard cock against his soggy hole. I could not wait to feel Mistress' cum on my cock...
"...Tired, mistress."
I smiled. "I know, sweetie. But you've been so strong tonight!" I gushed.
Sherri nodded. "It's been very impressive, slave," she said. "We're about to use you for our pleasure, baby," Sherri said, and stared Jack in the eyes. "Are you ready for us?"
With surprising strength, Jack nodded. "Always."
"Good answer," Sherri said, and lowered Jack's head so that she could take his throat.
We lined ourselves up with the waiting holes, and looked each other in the eye, nearly weeping with joy. I heard Jack take a deep breath, and we took that as our cue to begin. I slid into Jack's cummy hole with incredible ease, almost cumming at the notion that my cock was bathed in Mistress' cum.
At the same time, Sherri grabbed Jack's head and slowly inched her cock all the way into his willing throat. And off we went. We had been edging each other for a long time, and knew we were right on the edge, and that this would take a minute at most. We worked ourselves up to a frenzy and after just a couple of moments, I felt myself getting ready.
"Sherri," I moaned.
"I know!" she hissed as she stroked the insides of our lover's throat. "I'm cumming!!!" she wailed, and bottomed out in Jack, at the exact time as I did at the other end. We leaned over Jack, and kissed wantonly as we came and came.
Sherri finished first, and almost fell as she backed out of Jack's throat. I was about to do the same, when Mistress Delia stopped me with a command. "Stop, Ellie! Sherri, remove the shackles, please. Ellie, once he's free, bring him to me, but keep you cock in him."
Sherri raised the headrest, and went about working the clasps on the shackles, while I got a good look at Jack. His eyes were open, but he wasn't aware of anything that was going on. He just lay there, completely limp.
Once Sherri was done with her task, I lifted Jack off the bench and carried him awkwardly to the bed, and waited further instructions.
"Come here," Mistress Delia, who was lying against a bunch of stacked pillows, commanded, and I somehow managed to get into the bed on my knees, while still keeping Jack lodged on my cock.
"We're going to switch, Ellie. I'm going to come up behind the lovely boy, and once you slip out, I'll take your place."
Mistress got into position, and when she was ready, I slipped out, but felt as her cock slid along mine and into Jack. When she was all the way in, she leaned back against the pillows, Jack's head resting on her prodigious bust. Sherri and I lay on each side of our mistress and rested our heads on her shoulders, and our legs draped over hers.
"Mmmm," Mistress Delia sighed in contentment. "This is the best evening of my life, girls," she said and stared at the ceiling.
"What's going on with Jack, Mistress?" I asked as I watched his unseeing eyes gaze at nothing.
Mistress Delia smiled at me. "He's flying, Ellie."
"Flying?" Sherri asked.
"Yes, flying. He's riding a cum high, my darlings. I was wondering how much cum we needed to give him, before he went on his way. Don't worry, he'll come down in an hour, or two."
"I'm assuming he passed your test, Mistress?" I asked, and was met with a beaming smile.
"Of course he did, Elizabeth," Mistress said. "He's perfect!"
"He is, isn't he?" I heard Sherri say on the other side.
"And now you three belong to me, darlings," Mistress said
I leaned my head back down to Mistress Delia's shoulder and closed my eyes. Yes.
Hers.