Chapter 5 -- Taking it Down
Madame Freya kept a scandalous old estate. She never told me
where I was, but the staff spoke German. She had cooks, maids, a
butler, chauffeur, the household manager was the enforcer.
Everyone had a job. Mine was to provide sexual services on the
demand of her staff, as well as her guests. Freya enjoyed hosting
`parlor games' for her guests. And I was to be the entertainment,
the more perverted the better. Every night I was expected in her
private chambers. I put everything I had into pleasing her in
bed. After a year she began to trust me. She left me unchained. I
could go most anywhere in the house but was not let onto the
grounds. I began to plead with her for my freedom. After sex, I
would beg, pausing only to lick her, as she cooled down. I had
learned how to please a woman in Joy Town, and how Madame loved
my attentions! For hours, Freya had me in full maids outfit, fish
net stockings, scooped neckline, tits bursting out, down between
her legs, licking and sucking that old ladies cunt."
"After a year, Madame consented to grant her fateful lover and
party whore her freedom. She made a game of my freedom. Old Freya
did enjoy her games. The game was, freedom after and only after,
the poor creature swallowed six liters of cum. Do you realize how
many men that is? Over five gallons!" Roxanne had laid her head
in my satisfied lap, her bare breasts warm on my legs. Her neck
muscles tense under my fingers.
"What it is like? Can you even begin imagine?." Roxanne was
speaking softly but swiftly. As if rushing to ease the pain.
"Madame calculated everything. Twenty four hundred, that is the
number she arrived at. Two thousand, four hundred ejaculations
for me to swallow. Oh, she ran tests, or more accurately had me
run tests. All done very scientifically, in her precise, so very
methodical way. On my knees, sucking until I was blue, each load
scraped of my face, into the specimen jar. She recorded it all.
Date, time, who, how long I took to satisfy him. Her guests
enjoyed it all. They thought it great fun. Oh to be sure, their
wives and girl friends thought it good sport also, to have me
naked at their feet, asking them if I may stick my head under
their designer gown before sucking off their man. Great fun to
have every drop wiped from my hair and measured, calculated and
averaged. Twenty four hundred hot pricks discharging down my
throat. That was my price for freedom."
"Freedom, that I, on my knees, had to buy back. And she insisted
that I not spill a drop. I had to do it. What choice did I, her
sex slave, have? Sarah needs me. I have to find her. Help her. I
went at it as hard as I have perused anything in my life. Harder
actually. I offered myself to every man that visited the estate.
I kept myself up. Did myself up as pretty as I could. Oh, I was
motivated. They got the best blow jobs ever, for I wanted them to
come back. I had to make my numbers. Twenty four hundred. Six
liters. Some were huge. They filled me, gagging me with their
cum. They laughed, as it spurted from the corners of my lips, for
they knew that to Madame Freya, it would not count. Others were
bastards, and laughed as they pulled up their pants, laughed and
didn't tell Madame. Their wives and girl friends laughed at the
British whore, when hot gook shot all over my face."
"They all knew how important it was for me to swallow every bit
of the sticky gunk from their cock, or worse, they would say that
I spit up. That would make me loose my entire days consumption.
Madame assumed that I spit up everything. It had to be recorded
in that oversize leather journal of her's, for it to count. It is
there now, I am sure of it. In her den, amidst the mahogany
paneling, the leather riding crops, on her desk in brown embossed
leather. Her gnarled old hand, noted the date and time of every
man I that I sucked off, every penis draining load I had to take
down my throat."
To a girl well trained in sexual services, bound arms are a
minor, though she hopes, temporary inconvenience. Roxanne had
been trained by the best. With her arms immobilized, her warm
face nuzzled against my cock, she brushed away her tears, while
giving me a delightful treat. Her knees now rested comfortably on
the discarded sweater, as she lay between my outstretched legs.
Her back is bare, smooth to my touch. I remember how when it was
criss-crossed with welts, you could read their age, like the
rings of a tree. The healing faint pink of last week's stripes,
lashed over with new angry red whip marks. Now composed, she
shakes hair from her misty eyes and continues in her deliberate,
sensuous voice.
"Somedays, Madame Freya assigned me demerits for being lax in my
household duties, taking away from my tally. How I cried myself
to sleep. I can't tell you how important every load of semen was
to me. Every bitter salty wad was one swallow closer to freedom.
I could taste it. There were days when their were no male guests.
Then I threw myself at the household staff, even the gardener and
old butler. The gardener considered himself a stud. Oh, he was
big all right, big enough to make me gag, but he took forever to
cum, and then he tasted of garlic. All night I could taste him."
Roxanne was staring across the lobby, lost in her horror. I too
was felling it. Feeling myself growing.
"They quickly caught on. Soon I had to agree to fuck them first.
First a few times, then a few more, until I had to accept ten.
Ten fucks and then they would consent to so graciously shoot
their seed in my mouth. And I was happy for it too. Let me tell
you, I was ecstatic. Out of them I could get only one or two
mouthfuls to be recorded in Madame Freya, neat handwriting every
two weeks. And then only if I begged them to tell Madame Freya.
Begged them and offered to do their chores. Just keeping track of
how many fucks I owed them was pure hell."
My cock is throbbing ready again for her attentions. Roxanne
licks the length of my shaft and with a glance at me, continues.
"The party guests were my ticket. I lived for sucking cocks. I
sucked their girlfriends, to be allowed a taste of their men. I
quickly found that I could only swallow four or at most five
loads at a time before becoming violently sick. Of course if I
spit anything up, the whole days work was disqualified. Madame
Freya, made the rules, I only sucked. It took me six long years
to fuck, suck and swallow for my liberty."