Clare V 
By fionaslut
The party concludes.


At the start of the evening there were 16 males at the party. Four tranny's,
of which I was one, four boys, four boyfriends who came along to cuckold the
husband who was a slave of some sort, and four regular slaves but during the
evening the attrition rate had been quite staggering. The women had been
completely merciless and the four wretches who lined up for the final of the
horse race were the sorriest collection of manhood I had ever seen, but we
were the best of an extremely sorry bunch, and the four groups of women who
were going to ride in the final had every intention of making our lives worse.

The three males who were in the stable were in the worst condition, but the
male wreckage around Fiona house wasn't much better. I had been beaten quite
severely a couple of days before the party started and during the evening I
had had my fair share of abuse not least from Vivian and Mistress Jennifer, a
16 year old sadist, had tried to pop my balls others had been whipped or
branded or both. As I was being saddled I was in a daze I knew I couldn't
complete the course again, and I knew what the consequences of that would be.
I would be told that I failed to live up to Mistress Fiona's demands of total
obedience and that meant going back to the stable the very thought of that
scared the life out of me, and was not an option. My wife Clare had more or
less handed me over to Fiona, nothing was officially said to me but Clare had
another man and I was surplus her requirements. She had bought her new man to
the party, but the poor bastard was last seen on the receiving end of a good
whipping, so I'm not sure where their relationship is at the moment, but I
think he does understand that he will be wearing the panties in the family!

As I was being saddled the four teams were announced.

Paula who was looking a wee bit worse for wear stood in the center of the room
with a microphone in her hand, She wore no blouse just a grey lace and silk
bra and a black skirt her make up was smudged and her hair was a mess, she was
systematically fucking every male in attendance and looked like it. She took a
swig from the wine bottle in the left hand and started the announcements.

"Ladies the four teams who are going to contest the final are:

Scotland, consisting of my lovely sister Fiona, Jackie, Liz, and Averill." The
four women went into the center of the floor and accepted the applause.

"Next." Paula continued "we have our friends from across the Atlantic. USA 1.
And that consists of Louise, Vivian, Denise, and Lisa." The women who had been
responsible for attempt to bust my balls earlier in the evening.

Paula swayed a little. "I need a seat. You" She indicated to one of the bits
of male wreckage. "Come here." The male crawled towards her and Paula sat on
his back. "That's better." She took another swig from the bottle

"The third qualifiers are from the Land Down Under, Australia. Christine,
Carmen, Kate, and Chantelle." She announced. They received a warm reception
and appeared to be the most popular and possibly the favorites.

"And finally under extremely controversial circumstances," a term that Paula
had a lot of trouble getting her tongue around, "we have the old enemy;
England 2.After a long and protracted protest! Let me introduce Clare, Janet,
Robyn and Dot."

The four Englishwomen joined the others in the middle of the room to the sound
of whistles and jeers. I don't know what happened the decision to include the
team in the final was not a popular one, but it was all in fun.

The party had developed into three main groups the young minxes in the front
room who were determined to 'Pop' a ball or two before the end of the evening
and the screams that were omitting from the front room gave reason to believe
they may have been successful.

In the stable the real sadistic and cruel work was going on. The poor wretches
out there were being subjected to anything from being hung by their balls,
cattle prods and other electric devices. I didn't want to go out there. No one
did. And the older women, Shirley and Paula among them were taking delight in
fucking every male in the place. But all these activities stopped, including
the orgy that was going on upstairs, where males were being raped by the bed
load, all of these activities stopped to enable Fiona to run her beloved horse
race, and if that is what Fiona wanted that is what Fiona got. After all it
was her party.

I had originally been the Aussie horse, and they wanted to keep me. So I was
saddled and knelt, waiting for the start.

"Here is the draw." I was number 14. "England, horse number 52, USA horse
number 14,

Australia horse number 38 and Scotland horse 62." And that completed the
preliminaries.

I was to be ridden by Team USA.

Louise was their first rider, an attractive woman, tall with a mane of red
curly hair that tumbled down her back. She was dressed in a black corset, and
looked incredibly sexy. She mounted me. I took her weight but I knew I would
never finish the race.

"Under starter's orders." Paula announced and she dropped the flag and we
proceeded across the room on the now all too familiar torturous trail.

We entered the back corridor last, Louise wasn't riding me hard her tactics
were to stay at the back and keep her mount out of harms way, the other women
had scant regard for the thing under them, but Louise wanted to win.

The usual mayhem occurred as soon as it could with Christine flicking her crop
between the legs of whoever was at the front, in this instance it was Scotland
and everyone took great delight in seeing Fiona dumped on the floor. She stood
up after her fall and looked a very imposing site she had removed her dress
and wore a black leather corset, stockings and knickers and a leather choker
her hair hung over her shoulders, she looked every inch the dominant Amazon
that I knew she was, her mount was in agony Christine had given him more than
a flick, blood ran between his fingers and it looked like Fiona's race was
over. The unfortunate male sobbed for his night to end too. Fiona stood over
her mount I couldn't imagine such a minor incident as having no horse
preventing Fiona from continuing and as Louise rode me past her I had a
feeling that we hadn't seen the last of Fiona and her Scottish team.

Christine had opened up a long lead and Clare my wife was out of range of
Louise's crop and seemed to be pulling away. Louise asked for a bit more out
of me as we past the kitchen, but fortunately for me she had given me an easy
ride and as we went into the main room for a change I felt for the first time
I might actually finish. My next rider was Vivien, a light weight blonde who I
knew would give me a hard time. I wasn't wrong.

She immediately whipped me.

"Move you useless fucker," she spat and drove me hard across the floor in
pursuit of the disappearing arse of Janet's ride, I scrambled across the
carpet my knees burnt and raw from the earlier rides reminded me of how far I
was finishing this race. I past the spot where Fiona had come undone the lap
before and a blood trail in the carpet told me they were on their way and
would be coming up behind us. Vivien flogged me and as we entered the back
straight I could see that we had gained on the English team, and Janet in turn
had caught up with the Aussie girls. My rump was as raw as my knees, my lungs
were about to burst, I can't go on I screamed inside but I had to, we went
past the kitchen when I heard the all too familiar scream, of a male having
his balls whipped, it was always followed by a wild cheer from the women.
Janet had obviously caught up with her prey. We past the carnage a few seconds
later, the poor bastard was crying like a baby as Carmen stood over him she
looked spectacular in just a white lace bra and matching bikini panties, she
had as much sympathy for him as Fiona seemed to show.

"Get up or I'll take you to the stable." Carmen threatened. The man was beyond
caring he was all in.

We scampered past and entered the main room for my third change. Petite Vivien
was replaced by Denise, who was about thirty pounds heavier than my previous
jockey, she wore a pale blue dress and black stockings, she hoisted her skirt
up her thighs and whipped me across the floor I knew I wasn't going to finish
this lap and it was a premonition that came true a lot quicker than I thought
it would as we ran across the room to the back corridor chasing Robyn on her
failing ride we caught up with them as we entered the back corridor and Denise
got within range she splattered the poor bastards balls with her crop, his
ball bag exploded into a red gooey mass before my eyes and the unfortunate
individual crumpled before me; as we edged past the fallen couple, Robyn a
formidable looking woman, stood up and drove he foot between my legs literally
lifting me off the carpet, I crashed head first into the floor and the lights
went out.

I dreamt I was sinking, I was trying to swim to the surface and finally my
head came clear of the water and I took deep breaths but the water was still
washing over my face and down my throat I gasped and my eyes opened and in the
darkness I saw Denise's smiling face looking down at me, she had pulled up her
skirt and pulled the gusset of her knickers aside and she was pissing on me.

"Open your mouth and drink it you cunt!" Denise yelled. I was still dazed, I
was completely confused as Denise emptied her bladder over my face. I was
outside in the garden on the damp grass I lay beneath Denise completely unable
to do anything else except be a vessel for her urine.

I hurt everywhere from the top of my head to the soles of my feet screamed in
pain , my knees were raw as was my backside I bled from numerous cuts and
welts. My balls were the size of oranges my scrotum was bleeding my limp penis
was bleeding my groin was a mess. And the acid in Denise's piss exemplified
the pain ten fold I screamed in agony.

"Oh please Mistress Denise please stop this." I begged.

"Stop it?" She laughed. We haven't even started to make you boys suffer."
Denise told me in her deep southern drawl. She aimed her stream of urine at my
mouth, I gasp and spluttered and tried to swallow her waste but I was
incapable of keeping up and I nearly drowned under her deluge. Her piss stung
my eyes and I was temporarily blinded. I sobbed beneath her and tried to obey
her.

"Drink it you fucker," she yelled.

I opened my mouth and tried to swallow the last few spurts. I lay in the
sodden grass outside the house and cried uncontrollably I was all in it
couldn't get any worse that this. Denise finally finished and straightened her
dress.

"Lets go." She said.

I looked up at her. "Where to?"

"We have a race to win!"

"Oh no." I sobbed, "please no."

The race had disintegrated into a two horse race with The Scots limping around
on the broken hag, his scrotum tied up inside a plastic bag to prevent him
dripping blood on the carpet; the other competitor was the Aussies, again the
hag was almost a gelding, the miserable wretch had been beaten senseless and
ambled the course in a daze if he had really been a horse he would have been
put down. We joined the race and I went through the motions and despite
Denise's undivided attention to forcing me over the line we changed for the
last time in third place. The fate of the English horse didn't bare thinking
about. He was last seen being taken to the stable.

My last rider was Lisa a woman smaller than Denise but equally as sadistic she
rode me around the course as if her life depended on it even though Liz and
the Scottish team had already finished. Fiona had won her beloved Cup for the
third year running; and the Aussies beat the US by a length.

We came third. Lisa dismounted me in disgust and I was immediately surrounded
by an irate US team, but Fiona intervened and grabbed me by the hair and
dragged me away.

"Come with me wee man." I think she saved me from a certain flogging. She was
so imposing that none of the American women said anything. For a moment there
I was grateful for Fiona's timely intervention but I knew it would only be a
brief respite before she did what ever she wanted to me. She pulled me behind
her, through the small crowd that had gathered in the front room for the
presentation. Liz, Jackie and Avril were already there with the two remaining
horses and Fiona and I joined them I automatically fell to my natural position
on my knees beside the other two wrecked males.

"Ladies please." Paula called the room to order.

"What an exciting evening; and what a fantastic conclusion to an epic race.
They are never dull, are they?" Paula seemed to be a bit more composed than
she was at the start of the final, still just dressed in a bra and a skirt and
with the bottle almost empty she did tend to sway a bit, but she was genuinely
happy for her sister.

"And what can we say about these miserable wretches?" She asked. The women in
the room looked at us with contempt and loathing despite all that we had done.
We knelt heads bowed, beaten and broken.

"I think it's the knackers yard for them." Paula said and the jeer that
greeted the statement told me that the audience agreed.

Without any further ado Paula called for the gallant Scottish team to come and
receive the trophy. It was a crystal decanter on a silver tray and four
crystal goblets. I thought the content of the decanter was a port or a claret.
It looked an interesting colour. Fiona took the tray from her sister and
shared it with her team. There were a few photos taken, none of us and slowly
the crowd dispersed and I wondering what happens next. When Fiona stood beside
me, swinging the decanter before my eyes

"I think its important that you see this wee man, important that we understand
what goes on here." Fiona informed me "Have a look"

I removed the round crystal top of the decanter and looked inside and what I
saw sent a shudder through me.

I gasped "Oh my God!" Inside the decanter was the severed penis and testicles
of her horse.

I nearly dropped the bottle.

Fiona laughed "Be a good boy wee man or they could be yours!" Fiona replaced
the stopper and left me kneeling in the center of the room.

There were no challenges left. There were no males who were capable of doing
anything except crying, every male had been totally crushed mentally and
physically; the women, even the most sadistic, had lost interest in us; a few
lesbian couples paired off and went upstairs we were not even good for sex
anymore, even Paula, who would fuck anything, drew the line with any of us, we
bled, we sobbed, and were emotionally castrated, some were literally, but I
never saw them. I had never seen anything like what they had turned us into. I
was terrified of every female there, and I cowered in a corner praying I
wouldn't be subjected to any more punishment, and as the women started to
leave I noticed them pointing to me and laugh proud in what they had turned us
into.

As the dawn started to appear through the trees at the back of the house Fiona
ordered us to start to clear up. I was incapable of walking let alone working,
but I tried not to would be suicide.

By mid afternoon the house was as it had been before the party. Floors were
swept, mopped and vacuumed; furniture replaced or removed beds that we empty
were re-made in short, you would never have known what happened here the night
before. As I wiped the draining board after the last cup was put away Fiona
sauntered into the kitchen looking refreshed after a sleep and a shower.

The three of us that had done the clean up were exhausted we hadn't slept for
a couple of days, but we had enough wits about us to drop to our knees as she
walked to the fridge and took a small bottle of water and we remained kneeling
until she had gone. She was our Queen nothing less.

That was three months ago. I have lived here ever since my wife has legally
given me to Fiona; I haven't seen Clare since that night. I am now Fiona's I
am Fionaslut.