SATAN’S CELLAR 4

Michael arrived early and knocked on Amanda’s door. “Get undressed and your gear on as far as you are able. I hope you’ve bathed and had your enemas.”

“Yes ma’am. Just before I came out.”

Ten minutes later, he sat nervously waiting, watching Mandy dress and wondering how he would stand up to the forthcoming initiation. While waiting he mused over the month or so since his first meeting with Amanda. He remembered that first night when she’d whipped him, beaten his cock and then caned his arse. And then when he’d been ready to forget the whole idea, she’d taken him into her bed and cuddled him against her naked body. He’d even fucked her when his sore cock finally managed to erect itself. Every weekend since he’d returned and while he’d been punished none were as bad as that first time. Always too he’d she’d allowed him to fuck her at least once, usually several times.

On the second weekend Mandy introduced him to enemas and told him where to buy the equipment for his own use. “Next weekend I expect one of the masters will come and wish to see your progress. So far you’ve only had the butt plug and a small dildo up there but I’m sure the master will introduce you to the real thing,” Mandy informed him. Her expectations proved correct. On the Saturday afternoon, Mandy gave him three enemas in a row so he was thoroughly clean when Master Paul arrived. They went to the dungeon. Michael re-lived that evening,

Paul examined him intimately and then spoke to Mandy. “Fasten him over the horse and warm his arse a bit for me Mistress Amanda if you please.” Then, when she picked up a leather paddle, he said, “Use a quirt, I like the pattern of lines it produces. It will also let me see his resolve. He’s had it before, I assume.”

“Not to any great extent because I didn’t want it to affect his work here. It is only his third weekend too but perhaps now is the time to move up a grade.” Mandy picked up the quirt and swished it in the air a few times. “Don’t you dare let me down Michael. Scream but no abuse and no begging.” She’d followed those words by giving his arse a lengthy and hard thrashing until Michael felt he wouldn’t be able to take any more. His arse felt like one big raw blister. Mandy placed her hand on it and then she’d said, “I think it is warm enough for you now Master.”

By then Paul had divested himself of his clothes and stood with his prick close to Michael’s face, “Suck it,” he ordered, “Put plenty of saliva on it if you wish to ease its passage inside you.” Mandy had warned him he would be expected to participate in homosexual experiences and for the first time in his life, it was going to happen.

“It can’t be too bad,” Michael told himself, “Mandy and other girls have done it to me.” With Paul’s prick only inches from his face, Michael opened his mouth and felt it slide right in. Hardly had he started to suck when he couldn’t contain a scream. Mandy was pushing his buttocks apart and greasing his hole. Paul transferred his prick to the lubricated hole and pushed in causing Michael to cry out again, not so much from the entry, Mandy had prepared him for that, but from the way she pulled his cheeks to give Paul access.

With hard long thrusts, Paul fucked him without any concern for the pain his pelvic bone caused each time it his the welted flesh. To Michael it seemed to take for ever before Paul shot his load deep into his bowels and withdrew. Now came the part he was dreading. Sucking the master’s prick clean. He almost balked but knew the punishment would be severe. Cleaning was an anti-climax. The enemas had taken away all the shit so it was only sperm and juice on it.

“Your first time slave boy?” Paul inquired and when Michael affirmed that it was Paul pointed out that at the initiation, his fuck would be immediately followed by a number of others.

“Don’t fall asleep, slave boy!” Mandy’s voice brought him back to the present. “Zip me up.” Michael could only ogle at her shiny red PVC costume. It seemed to make her look more naked than if she had nothing on at all. Quarter cups supported her breasts and thrust them upwards leaving her nipples and aureoles completely on display; a circular cut-out gave access to her cunt and another at the rear, exposed her arse. “I guess you appreciate my dress, slave boy,” Mandy laughed, “But don’t get any ideas and keep that prick of yours under control until after the meeting. This is always ready for use.” She touched the leather strap hanging from her waist.

“Come boy.” Amanda gave a little tug on the leash. Michael followed as best he could with his ankles hobbled and his wrists cuffed to the body belt. “Take your time on the stairs.” The hobble chain was only a little longer than necessary to step from one tread to the next but he made it without mishap.

“Kneel.” They had arrived at a group of masters and mistresses. Amanda started chatting but Michael had to try and control his feelings and not allow himself to become aroused. It was difficult when his face was level with four bare cunts and two half hard pricks. His situation was made worse by the fact that he was kneeling alongside a near naked female slave and there were two others only a short distance away. The one in front of him had very red breasts and by the tears in her eyes had been punished recently. To his embarrassment, Amanda fondled his hair while they discussed ‘her new toy’.

After circulating for a short while Mandy said, “I think we’ll go and see the other initiate now,” and she dragged him over to the altar. “She looks very young and innocent don’t you think slave boy?”

“Yes mistress.”

Michael watched as Mandy kissed Judy’s sex and suckled her breasts. “Sorry boy, slaves don’t get to touch the initiates, not until later at least.” They drifted to a group where a master was verbally castigating his slave girl whose feet as she knelt submissively, had tripped Master Raymond It wasn’t her fault but the master blamed her.

“You know what to do Joanna,” the master said. Even though the punishment was grossly unfair she didn’t protest and knelt with her head to the floor and her arse high in the air. CRAACK! The master laid his strap hard across the woman’s arse. She gave a gasp but didn’t move. Eleven more times the leather landed on the unfortunate victim until she was reduced to sobbing loudly. “Do you wish to take her Master Raymond?” her owner asked, “I see her warming has stimulated you.”

“That is most kind of you,” Raymond replied, “Do you mind if I use the arsehole?”

On receiving an affirmative nod he turned to Amanda, “Mistress Amanda would you allow your new toy to lubricate my penis with his saliva to ease my passage please.”

“Oh no!” thought Michael but a jerk on his lead indicated he had no choice. The prick was clean and it only took a few minutes sucking and laving before Raymond deemed it ready and pushed it straight into the poor woman’s sore bum. He proceeded to fuck her hard with no thought for the pain that he was causing. By now a small crowd had gathered to watch the scene. It reminded Michael of the times when a fight developed in the school playground and everyone gathered round to cheer.

After several minutes Raymond spent his load and withdrew. “May I use the services of your slave again please Mistress Amanda?”

“Of course Master Raymond. Slave Michael will be only to pleased to clean you, won’t you slave boy?” Although he knew he would have to, Michael hesitated. CRAACK! Mandy’s strap exploded across his backside. He quickly took the prick in his mouth. “My apologies Master Raymond. This is his first outing and he hasn’t even been initiated yet. I will deal with him further when we are home but for the moment I’d like to keep his arse free of blemishes ready for the ceremony.”

For the next hour Michael knelt through Grand Master Paul’s introduction and witnessed the initiation of the new girl slave. He worried as to what would happen to him. “If they treat a young girl like that, what will they do to an older man?” However, it wasn’t all gloom. Several times he closely saw couples having intercourse and twice was ordered to perform cunnilingus albeit the women were somewhat older than he. Now though, the altar was clear and Grand Master Paul was on stage.

“KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!” The heel of the master’s trident pounded the hollow floor of the dais again. “Masters and mistresses,” Grand Master Paul’s voice brought home to Michael the realization that his turn was next. “Mistresses Edwina and Sharon have been selected to apply slave Michael’s welcome. Mistress Amanda has agreed to ten strokes from each. Ladies which way up would you prefer him?” After a short discussion, they agreed to have him bent over the end of the altar.

Amanda led him there and unclipped his leash. “Be brave Michael. This is probably the worst thrashing you’ll get and Mistress Edwina will delight in laying it on hard,” she whispered.

Mistress Edwina crashed the first stroke across both thighs a little above the knee. Michael couldn’t stop himself from crying out. Never in his life had be been caned as hard, not even Mandy had done so. A short interval later a second line of fire cracked across his thighs. Sharon had placed her stroke slightly above the first on and from the other side. Michael yelled but tried to heed Amanda’s warning not to beg for mercy at least until the halfway stage.

Halfway? He wasn’t sure he could withstand the pain for that long, let alone the full amount. He didn’t have a choice. Relentlessly the pair of sadistic mistresses worked their way up his thighs and decorated his arse until it was one mass of deep welts. He sobbed, he yelled, he begged, all to no avail. Finally it was all over and he felt hands gently rubbing his soreness.

From somewhere he heard Mandy’s voice and then felt the coolness of a spray. First part over slave Michael, only four masters wish to bugger your arse so you are getting off lightly there.” She applied lubrication to his hole and he cried out as the Grand Master entered and proceeded to ravish him. Having already climaxed in Judy, he took longer this time but Michael almost became inured to the pain. He felt the other three enter but it was almost an unreal dream. Finally they were done.

“Turn him over so we can get at his prick! It was Edwina who gave the order.

“Oh my God, what are they going to do now. I can’t stand much more. Mandy didn’t tell me about this.” Michael’s mind was distraught at the thought of further punishment. Again he yelled as his very sore flesh hit the hard surface of the altar and he was fastened down, face upwards.

Edwina’s hand grasped his prick and started to pump it. “Come on slave boy, get this thing hard enough for us to use.” Despite the pain, Edwina’s manipulations had the desired effect and soon it was hard enough. She climbed on the altar, lowered herself on his weapon and began to fuck him. Every time she hit bottom so his arse cried out with the pain and Michael had no satisfaction from the experience. Edwina climaxed and moved off only to be replaced by a second and then a third mistress. Fortunately the third one controlled the depth of his penetration better and there was less pain. Even so he didn’t shoot his load.

Almost in a blur he felt the fastenings being released and Amanda and another master helped him to his feet. “It’s over Michael. We’ll go and get you cleaned up a little and something to drink. Sorry slaves are not allowed alcohol and then we must circulate for a while before we can go home.

Fifteen minutes later they were again in the main area and Amanda was speaking to another mistress, the one with the other new slave. “She looks pretty distressed too,” Michael noticed.

“Your new slave performed very well, Mistress Carol,” Amanda remarked as the pair hugged and kissed. “It’s been a little while since we’ve done this,” she laughed and kissed her again. The pair chatted like old friends and Michael realized that Carol had at one time been Amanda’s slave. He just wished they would shut up so they could go home and treat his pain. He still wasn’t very sure he wanted to be in this club after all.

“Why don’t you spend the night in my flat Carol? Like we used to. The slaves can look after each other and can sleep in the spare bed.”

“Sounds great, Mandy.”

A little later they departed and went upstairs to Amanda’s flat.

THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR