Clare
By Fionaslut
Part IV - The Party Continues For Some.


When we returned down stairs there was a new atmosphere that hadn't been there
before. The Women were starting to flout their dominance. The males present
had all been stripped. While I was acting as a maid during the early part of
the evening I had noticed a number, possibly half a dozen, males who were
dressed as neither maids or boys and they had been brought along by their
lovers to be fucked in front of the husband, a cuckolding performance that
seemed to have gone off the rails. All the males were now naked the idea of
torturing a male who didn't want to be tortured was a real turn on and
something that a lot of the Women found very appealing. The semi finals of the
horse race was about to start and whoa betide any penis swinging male who
didn't perform for his team. I had been seconded to the Aussie team. I knelt
on all fours as my bridle and saddle were fitted. I was second in a starting
row of four. Christine, a hard faced short stocky woman yanked my head back by
the hair. "The first two qualify for the final. We will be bitterly
disappointed if we don't make the final. You do understand me don't you?" "Yes
Mistress." "My name is Christine, Mistress Christine. Repeat it." "Mistress
Christine." I replied "Don't ever forget it." She stood a little over five
feet she was busty which gave her a chubby appearance. She was dressed like
most of the Women present, in black. She wore a short skirt, and a black satin
blouse, unbuttoned sufficiently to reveal her black lace bra. Fiona mounted
the male beside me to my right, the poor bastard audibly groaned as Fiona
lowered herself into the saddle and he held her weight. "Under starter's
orders." A female voice called. "Off." And we were driven across the lounge
floor. Christine beat me with the crop ferociously and I was surprised to find
myself in the lead as we entered the corridor that ran down the back of the
house. There was a lot of shouting and cursing. I heard a scream as a man was
knackered with a crop between his legs usually administered by a following
jockey. Christine flogged me harder down the back straight. I could hear
nothing behind me as the knackered male had brought the rest of the field down
behind me, but Christine never let up. "Move you lazy fucker" She spat and
pushed me down the home straight that went past the kitchen. Christine beat me
mercilessly, I was exhausted my knees were raw and as we entered the dining
room at the end of the first lap, it dawned on me that I was only a quarter of
the way through. Carmen, a tall willowy Woman probably the same weight as
Christine but six inches taller traded places on my back and she flogged me
harder than Christine. I could hear a new excitement behind me, my lungs were
bursting I hadn't been involved in this sort of exercise for years. "I'm
catching you Carmen another few seconds and I'll whip that thing out from
between your legs." I heard a familiar female voice say. Carman thrashed me
hard down to the first turn, then she stood in the saddle as she made me
sprint down the back straight all the time I heard Janet behind me getting
closer. I was spent I tried to perform for Carmen but there was nothing left
in the tank. Janet got within range just before the turn in to the home
straight right on the corner she struck, flicking the crop between my legs,
splattering my balls. I stumbled and Carmen fell heavily from the saddle. We
crashed a few feet from the kitchen door. Carmen fell onto her side one foot
still in one of the stirrups in a blur of legs and we ended up with Carmen on
top of me, I lay on my back with on of her legs under me and one across my
shoulder her white satin knickers an inch from my face. "You idiot, you
fucking idiot." Carman screamed and she hit me indiscriminately with the crop,
and tried to get back in the saddle My balls hurt, everything hurt. "Please
Mistress Carman, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I knew excuses were not going to get
me anywhere. We were passed by another pair and I stumbled into the dining
room in third place but fourth was right behind me. Kate replaced Carmen and
she was slightly lighter. She tried to get more out of me, but I couldn't
respond. And the Yanks II passed us going into the back corridor. There was a
clash of the titans up ahead, as England and Scotland flogged and knackered
each other and as I crawled through the carnage I was amused to see my Clare
trying to flog some life into her poor boyfriend. He was in terrible shape and
Clare seemed determined to show him no mercy at all and Jackie, the Scots
woman who interrupted my inaugural blow job was equally compassionate with her
mount. He was a veteran of the first round and was in terrible shape his arse
and rump were bleeding, both men were crying pitifully and as Kate rode me
through; it didn't look good for either of them. The American team was a light
bunch of Women, who seemed to have an unassailable lead; they were at the end
of the back straight as I was turned into it and seemed to pull further ahead,
so I was somewhat surprised to find them labouring across the dining room
floor at the start of the last lap when I came in. There was a lot of riotous
laughter when we came in apparently Fiona had 'slowed' them down. My last
rider was a stunning woman by the name of Chantelle, who I had seen arrive
earlier. She was tall and possible the heaviest our my team, She had long dark
brown hair and looked magnificent in a navy blue lace Basque corset and
matching knickers. She took the crop and beat me viciously and I responded.
The previous lap I had cantered to get my breath back but my response to
Chantelle's cropping was immediate and I chased the American girl and right
behind me was the Scots, I was determined to stay out of range of the Scottish
rider but as we gained on the American's so the Scots gained on us, I was
fading. The dangling bollocks of the poor bastard in front of me swung
temptingly and I thought that it was only a matter of seconds before Chantelle
knackered him and as I thought it, she did it, so did Averill, a leggy blond
who I had noticed earlier riding for Scotland. The unfortunate lad fell
screaming, both of the Women had really hurt him, Sue the rather large Woman
on his back tumbled very unceremoniously, but she was up very quickly and she
wasn't very impressed with her mount. He was in agony crying like a baby but
Sue, like the other Women I had met tonight, showed him no mercy, and Scotland
and Australia cantered into the final. Chantelle dismounted and I fell onto my
face in the unsaddling enclosure. The wreckage of the male population in this
house was building up. There wasn't a male present now who was dressed, all
bore the marks of being severely disciplined and it looked like getting a lot
worse before the Woman tired, a lot worse. "You done well," a voice informed
me. I looked and Mistress Christine my first rider stood over me. "Come with
me." She attached her leash to my collar and led me away from the mayhem. She
got a drink for herself as we past the kitchen and she led me to the stairs.
She sat on the bottom step and I sat on the floor beside her. For the first
time in a very long time I felt strangely relaxed. I hadn't really slept for
about four days, apart from a small snack at lunchtime I hadn't eaten for days
either I was cut and bruised and beaten I'm sure that this woman had some
designs on me too. She moved and sat a couple of steps higher than me and I
couldn't keep my eyes from looking up her skirt. She caught me looking but
didn't seem to mind. "Who are you?" She asked "I haven't seen you at these
parties before." "I haven't been to one before Mistress Christine." I told
her. "I am Mistress Clare's slut, but I think I am being given to Mistress
Fiona." I said honestly. I had accepted my fate. I knew there was no turning
around for me. "And do you accept it; being a Woman's slave?" "Yes Mistress
Christine. I'd be very foolish to think things could be otherwise." She stared
at me, she gave me the opinion that she didn't smile too often, she wasn't
unattractive she just looked hard. "I'm looking for a tall submissive to fuck,
I want to have a tall submissive offspring, you might be what I'm looking for.
I'll talk to Fiona see if I can borrow you." "I've been 'borrowed' twice this
evening Mistress Christine, I don't think a third would worry her even
slightly." "Really," she chuckled, she should have smiled more often her face
lit up and I found her attractive, but the smile quickly disappeared. "Come on
then." And she led me up the stairs. I crawled behind her and we entered the
same room that Shirley and Paula had taken me to. When Christine had finished
with me she wiped me like a dirty arse; she had what she wanted from me and I
was no longer of any importance to her. She got up and went to the shower I
helped her get dressed and knelt before he obediently but she never spoke to
me. When she was dressed she hooked her lead onto my collar and pulled me
along the landing. At the top of the stairs she turned to me and said. "You
may well be the father of this child but I want nothing from you. You had
something I wanted, I've taken it, it is now mine. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Mistress Christine," I mumbled. "Good." And she left me at the top of the
stairs. I returned to the kitchen it was deserted. A young blonde I had seen a
number of time during the evening followed me in. "You!" She demanded "Come
with me." It was Jill, Fiona's niece, but there was no hint of a Scottish
accent, she was a cockney. She was about five four with a slight build, but
quite well stacked. She was dressed in a white blouse, but it was completely
unbuttoned and hanging outside her short black skirt, she wore a navy blue
bra. And was bare foot. I fell to my knees automatically. She was eighteen
years old at the most and I was twice her age but I had learned my place in
her life and I would have been foolish if I didn't show her the respect she
demanded. She hooked me to her leash and took me down to the front room where
about eight women had gathered. "I've got another one," Jill announced on
entering the room. There were three males already cowering in the middle of
the ring that the women had formed, I made four. The women stood over us three
of them were young, Jill's age or younger, the red headed American Louise
stood in front of me and stared down at me challenging me to look at her. We
were a wretched sample of male hood, two of us were crying, one of the young
men kneeling beside me was the one that Jill and Jennifer had brought in at
the beginning of the evening, he was badly marked all over, his arse was raw,
like chopped beef and his balls were the size of oranges, his back was a criss
cross of welts; he sobbed quietly. The other one whimpering was one of the
boys called Toto who Mistress Dot had brought along. Dot stood to Louise's
right wearing just a black lace bra and black lace G string. She stood, legs
apart looking at her slave. He had been branded 'Dots Dog' in angry scarlet
letters, a word on each arse cheek. We were no match for them, if there had
been four of them and eight of us we still wouldn't have stood up to them.
"This girls," Louise indicated us, "is the male of the species; the stronger
sex!" Louise paused for effect, there was an audible chuckle as the women
looked down on us and understood the mocking tone Louise's was adopting to
describe us, and they laughed at any idea that we could possibly be stronger
than them. "Jen, you've been itching to use that dildo, why don't you break it
in on one of these bitches?" Louise suggested. Jennifer's was Paula daughter,
but bore her no resemblance. She was a petite young thing, possibly the
youngest woman attending the party she looked 16, her hair was shoulder length
light brown with blonde streaks, her face was round with large saucer eyes,
she had narrow nose and a small mean mouth she had a permanent sneer that all
teenagers adopt, she wasn't shy though, like Jill she wore her white blouse
unbuttoned and loose outside her skirt, which was a black mini. The four
teenagers stood behind me, Jenny, Jill, Felicity and Cori were dressed in a
uniform of white blouse and black skirts, all wore there blouses open all wore
black bra's. "You" I heard her say I turned around, she was looking at me.
"Get over the table and spread 'em!" 'Oh no!" I cried aloud. I was grabbed and
pulled across the room; total obedience, I thought, I didn't want to back to
the stable. I offered no resistance as Cori a tall blonde, and Jill hauled me
over the table. I hated this. I had been violated by Clare, Janet and Fiona in
the last few weeks and I couldn't get used to how bad I felt during and after.
I watched as Jenny unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall in a heap at
her feet. She pulled the dildo from a gold box and shook out the harness
straps. The young minx looked at me and an evil smile brushed he lips. "Leave
him," she said as she adjusted the straps between her legs, "I don't need
anyone to hold him down, he's mine and I'll control him all on my own." She
looked at me. "Get over here you bitch and suck my cock!" I meekly obeyed. I
fell to my knees and crawled to her in the center of the room. The cock was
big, at least 10 inches long and a couple of inches in girth, not as big as
Fiona's 'Big Lizzie' but large enough. She held it in front of her, "This is
what a real cock looks like. "Kiss it." She ordered I obeyed and pecked the
head. "Keep kissing it, until I tell you to stop, and tell me how much you'd
like me to fuck your bitch boys arse" "Please Mistress, please, please fuck my
bitch boys arse", I said between kisses. "You're my slut. What are you?" "Your
slut Mistress Jennifer." "I DIDN'T HEAR YOU!" She shouted. "I'm your slut,
your bitch boy Mistress Jennifer." I said in a voice that everybody heard.
"Now take it in your mouth and give me a blow job." My head rocked backwards
and forwards slowly taking the cock. Fiona had taught me how to swallow 12"
this was a little easier. "He gives good head," one of the other women said.
"He's had a lot of practice and is going to get a lot more before tonight is
over." Jenny answered "You three form a chain!" Louise ordered. The three
other guy's knew exactly what Louise meant and crawled around on the floor and
positioned themselves in a circle and took each others penis in their mouths.
"I want to see erections in one minute, any of you cock-suckers not erect in
sixty seconds will be severely punished. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes
Mistress Louise," they mumbled. "What have I told you about talking with your
mouth full?" Louise snapped and kicked one of the men. The women laughed and
watched as we performed for them. Louise was a tall woman almost six feet in
her heels. She had a mane of unruly red curls that tumbled over the shoulders.
She was attractive; I pegged her to be about mid thirties she was slim and
wore a navy blue dress that hemmed just above her knee she wore a black
stockings and high heels. She was American from Chicago I had heard Fiona talk
about her earlier in the evening. "Let me see those cocks," Louise shouted and
each cock was pulled from a mouth for the women to inspect. "You have thirty
seconds." Louise warned them. Jenny grabbed my head by the ears and rammed her
cock down my throat. "All of it you fucking slut, every fucking inch!" How did
a 16 year old get so much venom? I thought as she fucked my mouth. She quickly
pulled it out and pushed me onto my back and positioned herself between my
legs, she smeared some Vaseline on my anus and pushed a finger into me. "Nice
and tight I like that," she smiled. " A tight little virgin male cunt for your
Mistress to fuck" She wore a black satin bra and her nipples were easy to
define through the soft material. Her nipples were hard, erect, it wasn't cold
in the room she was genuinely excited at what she was doing to me. "Two!" she
said as she forced a second finger into me. "Just close your eyes and think of
England." She scoffed. "Get those cocks out!" Louise shouted. There was a
silent inspection; the lads had managed to get an erection on demand not an
easy thing under the circumstances "All change!" And the three males scrambled
around on the carpet to suck the other. 'I want to see enthusiastic head jobs,
plenty of action, but don't you dare come until I give you permission.
Understood you sick fucks?" There was a muffled sound. "I didn't hear you.
Again. Do you understand me?" "Yes Mistress Louise." They replied audibly in
unison. "If one of you comes without my permission I will its take his balls!"
"Understood?" "Yes Mistress Louise" Mistress Jennifer pushed a third finger
her hand was small. "I might be able to fist you, before I fuck you. Would you
like that?" She stared at me. My limp penis lay across my groin and my
delicate balls were very exposed and extremely vulnerable, and as if reading
my thoughts Mistress Jennifer's hand wrapped around my tortured balls her long
fingers closed and she started to squeeze my balls. "When I talk to you, you
piece of shit, you will answer me. I asked you if you would like me to fist
you before I fuck you. You would wouldn't you?" She dug her finger nails into
my balls. "YES! MISTRESS JENNIFER. YES I WOULD LOVE YOU TO FIST ME FIRST!!" I
screamed as she mercilessly squeezed my balls in her hand. She twisted and
wrenched them. I had tears in my eyes as she started to pinch each testicle.
"PLEAAGHHHMISTRESSAGGGHHH." I screamed she was really hurting me. "You can pop
them if you do it hard enough." said Vivian who I'm sure was Louise's partner;
she was a small woman with cropped blonde hair slim with a small chest. She
stood beside Jennifer, my legs were over Mistress Jennifer's shoulders and she
withdrew her fingers and took the dildo in her hand and forced the head
against my anus, as Vivian took my balls in her hand and separated them, an
really started to knead them. Jennifer forced the cock into me. I thrashed
around on the table I was starting to cry. "Oh this is going to be a rough
fuck. You like it rough, do you?" Mistress Jennifer asked me. But all my
thrashing and squirming only assisted in Jennifer forcing the cock deeper into
me, she dug her finger nails into my fleshy hips and pulled me on to her dildo
thrusting with her hips, driving it in to the hilt. Vivian had a ball in each
hand and was pressing each one between her thumb and fore finger, making me
squeal like a pig. "PLEASE I BEG YOU PLEASSOPAGGHHHHHH!" The noise I was
making brought a small crowd to gather in the front room. "Scream you bitch."
Spat Mistress Jennifer thoroughly enjoying the situation. Vivian was applying
all her strength to crushing my balls. "Go on Viv, you can pop 'em" someone
shouted. "PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH STOPLEAAAAAAAAGGGGG." I squealed. And then
Mistress Jennifer stared to with draw her cock. She looked down on me I was
crying like a baby, she laughed with a sadistic joy even Fiona would have
found hard to muster as she started to fuck me slowly at first long drawn out
strokes. "Go Jen, fuck his brains out," another woman shouted.
"STOPLEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!" I screamed. Jennifer started to get into
a rhythm, slapping her pelvis against my arse. Vivian wasn't finding popping
my balls that easy, but it didn't stop her trying. She grabbed both my ball
together and squeezed them together. I was in undiluted agony. Through my
tears the two women looked down on me both smiling as they tortured me. My
screams only fuelled their pleasure. "Scream for more you fucking bitch!"
Mistress Jennifer demanded. I thrashed around on the table as Mistress
Jennifer slammed her cock into me and Vivian ground my balls together she
seemed to have given up on popping my balls she seemed content to cause me as
much pain as possible. "PLLEEAAAAAAAAAASTOPPPPPLLLLLLLLLEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
The louder I screamed the harder she squeezed, but she couldn't pop them and
wouldn't, but, oh man, she was hurting me. "Beg for more you fucking slut."
Mistress Jennifer repeated, her hair hung down like a curtain, she flicked it
out of her eyes. "Please Mistress Jennifer," I managed between sobs, "please
fuck me harder." The women laughed and Jennifer spat in my face. 'You want it
harder do you, you fucking slut. What are you?" "I'm your fucking slut
Mistress Jennifer" 'You are Mistress Jennifer's slut" she spat the wors out
and fucked me harder, and Vivian just about twisted my balls off."

Mistress Jennifer had hit her straps and was fucking me ferociously, hammering
me, nailing me, screwing me. All the terms that were used to describe how a
man used to humiliate a woman and talk of his conquests came to me as this 16
year old reduced me to zero. Clare had done it to a degree, Janet and Fiona
had taken it a step further but Jennifer had succeeded in completely
destroying me as a man. I was entering a new phase in my life and it was
obvious that my life had changed for ever. Mistress Jennifer crushed me, she
removed what shreds of masculinity there might have been left inside and as I
wilted under her, she seemed to sense that I no longer offered a challenge of
any sort to her, she seemed to lose interest I me. She looked down at me with
contempt for a second before she withdrew the dildo and Vivian released her
iron grip on my testicles. I lay there for a second before I was
unceremoniously dragged off the table. "Give me another slut!" Mistress
Jennifer demanded, "this one is fucked!" And Louise who had been supervising
the head job session on the floor asked who Jennifer would like. "Anyone
Louise, I'll take 'em all eventually!" I cowered on the floor not sure what
was required of me any more but I didn't have to wait too long to find out.
The final of the horse race was about to start!