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Half a dozen girls took turns giggling to themselves as the ‘young master’…. If he could even truly be called that anymore gave a little tug against his wrist cuffs. He was sat before one of the girl’s vanity, the boy was already ‘dressed’ for the occasion, having come almost immediately after dinner with things on his mind… though this was already more than he’d intended. Wrapped up in a black and white corset, laced up tight, the underbust garment squeezed his already androgynous frame into more girlish curves, even if he didn’t have the chest to support the look properly… still his nipples were already hard, on full display, his squirming from the occasional flick to one of them being the present source of the girls’ shared amusement. Still… his attempts to move never lasted. Between the corset around his torso the posture collar around his neck… and the leash hooked to his septum ring, which was held in the grasp of the very attentive and severe Alexandra, he was kept as still as they could make him be while beautiful, demure Victoria carefully finished spreading just a dash of purple eyeshadow to go with the hint of black eyeliner. Putting the palette away, she collected some deep almost blood red lipstick. “Remember how we practiced?” He nodded just a touch, taking a breath through his nose as he parted his lips a touch for her, the pink that had clung to his features since before they started deepening a touch as he felt the stick glide, the girl painting his lips slowly and carefully before mimicking the movements she wanted him to make, reminding him to press his lips together before she gently blotted and cleaned up. “Perfect. You look beautiful, Mimi.” He blushed just a bit deeper still. “Th-hanks…” Alexandra gently tugged on the leash, making the boy whimper, his head trying to tip back, only to be stuck fast by the collar, rising up slowly onto his feet soon after. A short, white leather skirt clung to his hips, barely long enough to cover the curve of his ass, with just a bit of black lace trim at the end… tented of course by the quite ‘raging’ hard on he’d had since they had started dressing him almost an hour ago. Black leather stockings clung to his hairless legs, freshly clean shaven and smooth like the rest of him, his eyebrows plucked and shaped, hair brushed perfectly neat and tidy, braided in a single tail… not as long as he might like it to be… yet… though it had been difficult enough to convince mother to let him grow it out in the first place…. He followed the tug of the leash, heels clicking along the floor with every step as he worked to keep his balance with his wrists bound behind him, still not used to even the low platforms of the open toed sandals that gripped his feet, strapped to his ankles and padlocked in place… and of course… he couldn’t help but ‘groan’ softly with every step he took that rocked his hips, gently shifting the wooden plug inside him… at least he thought it was wood… it looked like wood… it felt like wood… but it made him tingle when it was inside him… and every time he wore it… the sex was so much better afterwards… Almost on cue, the eldest of the maids, a woman who had been seemingly in her fourties when Crystal had arrived almost two decades prior… and yet didn’t look all that much older to this day… stepped through the door into the maids shared quarters. She was beautiful… had likely been gorgeous in her day… Though now she’d perhaps have been more at home as a chief librarian, or the headmistress of a militant boarding school, her face weathered by a near perpetual scowl that left her features severe, strict… almost ‘angry’ even when she was at her most mirthful. And now… that angry, ‘predatory’ gaze, was turned on the young boy. “Be silent, girl.” She was dressed much like him, much like the other girls though unlike them, she wore a full overbust corset that left her chest on display, but not wholly uncovered. Her heels clacked noisily, angrily as she stepped round, examined him closely, took him by the chin, tipping him this way and that before snatching at the laces of the corset and posture collar, giving each a testing tug or two to make sure they were ‘properly’ snug and could not be drawn tighter without discomfort. Kneeling down, she checked the straps on his heels, the fit of his stockings, gently running almost claw like nails along the leathery material, and soon his inner thigh, bringing a startled little gasp, and weak little moan as her fingers trailed up the black lace thong beneath his skirt, barely containing his seven inch cock busily soaking the lace with his pre. “And just ‘what’ is this messy ‘thing’…?” She lifted the skirt, scoffing a bit at the sight. “I… NNNNph!” He yelped as she gave his lace clad balls a little swat. “I said be ‘silent’, girl.” She retorted just as quickly. Shaking her head gently, she snapped her fingers, pointed at the brunette and then the floor between his legs. While she approached and dropped to her knees, Greta rose and stepped back and out of the way with a soft sigh. “And now you’ve soiled your panties, girl. Do you know what that means?” The boy shook his head gently, biting his lip gently to keep himself quiet. “Bad girls who soil their panties, do not get to wear them. Victoria, if you please.” He gasped a little once more as the girl gently hooked the underwear and worked it down his hips, helping him step out of them while Alexandra kept a firm grip on his leash. Meanwhile, Greta stepped around him once more, lifting the back of his skirt to gently palm his ass, giving it a little squeeze. “This is already rounding out nicely, little one, don’t you think?” He shifted a bit in place, trying to ignore the cool breeze between his legs, nodding a touch to her words. And then he ‘moaned’ as one of her fingers slid between his cheeks, not just pressing against the base of the plug buried within him, but adding a bit of pressure, rolling the base, stirring it gently inside him. “At least you can be a good ‘girl’ when you try, how long have you been wearing this today, little one? You may speak.” He squeaked, almost crimson as he responded. “I-I… ha-have had it in s-since before l-lunch…” She couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “My my, you devious little slut. You must be needy then, hmmm? I bet you are just ‘dying’ to drive that cock of yours ‘deep’ into one of my girls. Aren’t you?” He whimpered and moaned as she accentuated her words with a firmer press of her fingers. “Y-yeah…” She leaned over him, all but ‘growling’ in his ear, her free hand wrapping around his collared throat as she ground the toy harder. “From now on when you are wearing a collar, that is ‘Yes, Miss Greta’, to you, my little Dame.” He gasped and gagged a little, hips arching back hard against her hands as he choked out a half whispered half gasped “Y-yes, m-miss Greta…” “Good girl, Dame.” She cooed, the hand at his ass slipping round to flip up his skirt and expose his all but drooling cock to Victoria. “I think that deserves a reward, don’t you Victoria?” The girl smiled softly and shuffled in just a hair closer. “Yes, Miss Greta.” Without hesitation, she wrapped her hands around his hips and leaned up, suckling the pre soaked tip into her mouth and starting to ‘gently’ lick and suckle him down, drawing a deep, needy little moan from the boy, and another bemused chuckle from Greta. The elder woman stepped around him once more. “Now… I think you are ready for something new, girl… but you’ll have to help prepare me for what is to come… I hope you’ve been practicing your other new skills… you’re going to need them.” One hand reached up, unhooking his ‘leash’ before gently, carefully but firmly taking hold of his braid, gazing deep into his eyes even as they tried to roll back into his skull. Leaning in, she took that moment of distraction to kiss him, deeply, exploring his mouth, dominating his tongue with her own, letting the boy lose himself in the moment of blissful ecstasy at the loss of control, the loss of his masculinity… and the embracing of everything their household stood for… as the other hand carefully worked her own skirt up and out of the way, revealing a black member hung from her own hips, latched to a harness of straps that kept it secure… and its twin buried inside her. It was ‘vaguely’ humanoid, molded to at least resemble one… though what… exactly it was made of… was anyone’s guess. She shivered at the thought, her muscles clenching around the one inside her before she broke the kiss, and with Alexandra’s help to keep him upright and balanced, locking his legs… she bent him forward and down until he came face to face, with the eight inch long ‘thing’… and before he could process what it was, or what was happening… or even ‘moan’ as Victoria took him down her throat, the thing was advancing into his mouth. It was somewhere between fleshy and rubbery, strangely warm to the touch… and if it weren’t already well on its way to gagging him… he could have sworn he felt it ‘throb’ and ‘twitch’ as it plunged in, completely ignorant, or simply uncaring of his teeth as he tried to stop or slow its advance, his tongue pushing… more ‘gliding’ along its underside while Greta held his braid in one hand, and braced the other around the back of his head. “Relax girl, swallow. This is ‘going’ to happen…” Toes curling against the soles of his shoes, ass clenching around the plug, the boy couldn’t help but gag and moan while the girl between his legs expertly lavished him with attention, her tongue scraping, swirling, stroking along each and every one of the most sensitive nerves she had learned… ‘agonizingly’ slowly, making sure that throbbing cock was not going to erupt until he was given permission. All the while the other girls just sat back and watched, waiting until they were needed, taking in the sight of the boy who had once been intended to become their new master… dip one step further away from that path. The idea that that ‘thing’ strapped to Greta’s hips could even fit down his throat felt like an impossibility… especially with the neck corset wrapped around him laced tight… and yet… “Take a deep breath girl. You are going to need it.” The woman only gave him a moment, the boy sucking in a breath through his nose before the pressure mounted and he lost half of it in another hacking gag before the thing finally found the right angle… or perhaps just flexed the right way, its almost leathery texture scraping at his tongue, his cheeks, his teeth, and soon down his throat as she forced the thing forward. His eyes clenched shut tight, part of him wanted to jerk back away from her… no matter how good Victoria’s mouth felt around him… or the way his prostate seemed to almost ‘pulse’ against the tip of the plug… but given his position… and worse, Greta’s grip on his skull… there was nowhere to go but where she wanted…. And where it seemed she wanted him… He almost convulsed, gagging ‘hard’ around the toy as it pried his esophagus open, uncaring for the tension of the flesh around it, the woman gave a soft ‘moan’ of her own as she forced inch after inch, drawing him in closer until those stained lips met the harness wrapped around her, and his nose was close enough to smell nothing besides the woman’s own arousal. “Mmmmm… there we are, girl. That is where you belong… isn’t it? On the hilt of a cock. Where ‘any’ woman belongs, aye girls?” Each of the girls… except for Victoria of course, spoke up almost in unison. “Yes, Miss Greta.” “If you are going to be a pretty little girl like them… you’ll have to learn how to please a cock like them… and until you’ve a proper one to serve… you’ll learn from mine.” She held him there while she spoke, gently rolling her hips, grinding against his nose. “You’ll learn to lick, to suck, to ride… you’ll learn to moan like a bitch when one pounds you into the floor, even when it hurts.” The woman chuckled just a touch… mostly to herself, sighing softly as she pulled the boy back by his braid, just an inch or two, before rocking back into his throat, and then again… and again… moaning out softly with each movement. “That sound… the moans of your partner… that is music to your ears, proof that you are doing y our job ‘properly’, that your male…. Your master…. Is happy with you…” His knees started to tremble, tears starting to well up as his chest started to ache…. And yet he only throbbed harder in Victoria’s mouth, even as her attentions all but stopped, just holding him gently in the warmth. Greta snapped her fingers and pointed to Alexandra. “Gag.” The woman nodded gently, collecting a ball gag while Greta slowly eased the boy free with a heavy sigh, pulling the slickened toy free of his throat, leaving behind a light tingling… and a sweet taste that was gone soon after that he couldn’t identify… and soon forgot, and finally letting him gasp in a deep breath, coughing, hacking, almost ‘wheezing’ as he tried to get out a “M-mm-mmis…. Mm-mi.. Gg.gre…” But she had him upright before he could gather his thoughts, kissing him deeply for a long moment. When she broke it, Alexandra was quick to stuff the ball between his teeth, one just big enough to make his jaw start to ache as she strapped it into place. “Shh now, little girl. We’ve one more thing to attend to before you get your reward for wearing it almost all day.” He whimpered softly, groaning weakly around the ball, his thoughts thick like a fog, heady from the lack of oxygen, and hours of arousal… and the rather talented application of Victoria’s tongue…. Greta gently took the girl by the hair, pulling her free, leaving him to hang in the open cool air, damp with the girl’s saliva and still dripping pre… Once Victoria was out of the way, Greta knelt down until she was face to face with his own length, chuckling just a touch yet once more as she ran a finger along it. “Girls, of course… don’t have one of these… do they girls?” “No, Miss Greta.” Came the reply from each of them in unison. “Do you think a proper girl would get her release from such a thing, my precious little Dame?” She glanced up towards his face, though as he looked back down at her in return, brows ruffling in a touch of confusion, he mumbled a little around the ball… earning a swift little swat against his balls that left him trembling hard, his knees shaking as he yelped out in pain. “It was a rhetorical question, ‘Girl’. The answer is no. Tonight, you’ll not be fucking one of my girls. You won’t get to cum from their mouths wrapped around you… you won’t be feeling their touch around your cock… tonight you’ll cum like a girl, or not at all.” He whimpered a little deeper, tugging against the cuffs, mumbling around the ball once again, but all it earned him was a swift swat to the balls once more, drawing another, deeper cry that quickly settled him back down, Alexandra gripping his arms near the shoulders to help steady him. “I said shush, my little Dame. Don’t worry, I have every confidence in you, you’ll be a good ‘girl’ for me, won’t you?” Still panting to catch his breath, still just a little dizzy… and definitely hornier than he’d ever been in his life, he still couldn’t help but whimper softly… but nodded gently. “Good girl.” Came the reply almost instantly, sending a little shiver of pleasure down his spine that he couldn’t quite place… but it made him clench around the plug, and give a renewed throb in Greta’s face that made her smirk. Another snap of her fingers, this time pointing at the strawberry blonde who hadn’t left the group yet, Alice perked up as she was called upon. “Cage.” Almost ‘gleefully’ the girl picked up the pieces of the contraption and brought them to Greta’s side, kneeling down to hold each half in one hand, offered out. The ring was taken first, carefully worked down the length of his cock and around his balls, the woman humming softly to herself as she adjusted things to seat them properly. “Now, this may get a little… uncomfortable, just try to relax.” Taking up the cage, a tube of metal crafted loosely in the shape of a tiger’s head, she gently slid it up and over his tip, the boy instantly gasping and whimpering, toes clenching against the soles of his shoes as small nubs inside the thing pressed against him from every angle. “Shh shh shh now little one, it’s alright…” He bit down hard around the ball, digging his teeth into the rubber, trying to pull away from the pain, but Alexandra was right there behind him, and her grip was firm… he was going nowhere… and like having the toy shoved down his throat… this too was happening… and there was nothing he could do to stop it… and still… somehow… despite the pain… He had never been so turned on in his life… The cage enveloped his tip… with some small effort on her part, rolling it this way and that, almost deliberately ensuring the nubs dug into his flesh, before adding pressure against the tip, using the pain to help soften him… even as that strange tingling came again… though before he could think on it… her free hand was behind him, digits mashing against the plug inside him, grinding it ‘hard’ against his prostate even as she ground the cage against his cock… all but forcing a sound from him somewhere between a scream of pain, and a moan of pleasure. His knees wanted to buckle, his body shaking in Alexandra’s grasp…. But before he knew it, that second hand pulled back, inserting a small key into the device now wrapped around him, and with a twist and a pull… her hands came away… and the thing did not, clinging tight to him, despite the uncomfortable pressure of continued arousal, the boy left panting ‘heavily’ once more, trembling violently as Greta rose back up fully into his sight, and strung the small key around his neck, tucking it down into the corset between her breasts. Reaching back down between his legs once more, she gently gripped the caged package, kneading his balls a little as she ground the cage against him, prompting another whimpered moan… “Since you have promised me you are going to be a ‘Good girl…’” He shivered again… for some reason… the more she said it… the more he ‘liked’ being called that… “This now belongs to ‘me’, and you’ll not be getting it back for the night.” Taking him firmly by the hair, Alexandra released him to his own devices once more as Greta guided him to the largest bed in the room… ‘her’ bed. Not only was it the only bed in the room that was not a twin sized sterile and simple construction… but it was not all that different than the master’s bed. A mattress soft enough, comfortable enough to be a reward to sleep on in its own right for those Greta deemed worthy… but a sturdy frame, bolted to the wall and floor, a stockade built into the footboard, and anchor points by the dozen secured to each post, the headboard, the footboard, and several parts of the canopy… She could string up any of the girls in whatever way she wanted to reward or punish them for the night…. Once they’d reached the bed… after a few stumbling steps, she bent him over, burying his face in the soft bedding as she snatched at the base of the plug, and tugged, taking her time to gently tease it free, working a little bit of extra warmth back into his flesh after the pain she’d made him endure to get the cage in place. Already Alexandra was on hand to take the plug as it was handed to her, before Greta lifted the smaller boy up onto the bed, and shoved him down onto his back, letting her climb up over him, all but forcing her way between his legs, draping them around her hips as she lifted him further onto the bed to get in a better position. Leaning down and over him, her fingers curled through his hair, taking a firm grip as she gazed into his eyes, the boy’s hazy gaze, already weakened with stress, need… “You look so beautiful right now… Any man would be lucky to have such a pretty girl at his beck and call.” She leaned down close, kissing his painted lips around the ball that split them wide open. “And you would be so lucky, to have a cock to serve. Wouldn’t you girl?” She glanced up for a moment. “Charlotte. Guide me.” Without a word, but with a bright smile, and a soft little giggle all but bounced across the room to join the pair, leaning in, shivering a little, taking a soft… heated little breath of her own, biting her lip gently as her fingers delicately wrapped around the shaft slickened by the boy’s still thick, almost sticky spittle, guiding the tip to the boy’s anus and bracing it there. ‘Growling’ softly, Greta rolled her hips, grinding the tip gently against the boy… no need to rush things… and while he had taken plenty of simple toys… they were ‘almost’ exclusively simple mortal things the family had purchased from various merchants, or had ordered… some were from the girls private collections… but the plug… the plug had been her gift to him, to help prepare him… and he had taken to it so very well… it was time to introduce him to something new… and the thought made her clench around her own in return, both holes filled with gifts from the master… she ‘loved’ the way they ‘squirmed’ inside her when she pleased him… and she was going to please him. With her prey wrapped around her, held in hand, she watched his eyes as she slowly spread him around the tip, drawing a low muffled moan from the boy as the leathery thing spread him, and as she slowly eased him open further and further, his eyes rolled back, twitching and fluttering, that moan growing deeper and deeper as he was stretched, and that toy ‘ground’ against his prostate, sending shudder inducing quakes of pleasure through his loins that made him throb against the nubs, whimpering weakly once more until she reversed direction, easing back an inch or two before driving in deeper still, renewing the pleasure until her hips met his ass, the boy clenching around the toy as she growled a moan in his ear. “Good Girl. Such a Good, little, Girl.” He shivered and moaned out deeper as she rocked her hips, wasting no time in easing back, and thrusting forth, rolling his hips with hers until the toy went as deep as it could go with every gentle thrust, their shared moans filling the air, hers free, his muffled, her fingers gripping his hair just a little tighter, growling possessively… having to resist the urge to let the hound take over as she claimed the prize she had been waiting almost two long years for… the little bitch would one day be a perfect little servant for her master… just like his mother… The boy trembled in her grip, shivering, hips trying to roll to meet her thrusts… though the awkward position, and her grip made it all but impossible… he could barely even move, barely do anything but accept what she wanted, and ‘only’ what she wanted… which only made him throb harder, whimpers and moans growing in equal measure as that pressure between his legs grew higher once more. He tried to look up at her… with something between love… and lust… but each time he tried, his eyes fluttered shut once more…. He had opened up to them… they had raised him almost more than his mother had…. And they accepted him, every part of him… everything he wished to explore… whether he wanted to hold them down and choke them out while fucking them… or being bottom bitch to the matron herself… they were his family… his sisters… his lovers…. His mothers… his mistresses…. “Alexandra. Hood.” “Yes, Miss Greta.” While that cock slowly picked up its pace, deepening their shared moans, the girl stepped away, collecting a leather hood that would block his vision and dull his hearing, soon returning to their side to wait for further command while Greta simply enjoyed her new toy, thrusting deep, grinding against his prostate with every roll of her hips, grunting, clenching around her own toys as they set the pace for her, working the boy for several long minutes until he was whimpering pitifully, panting once more, more out of need than denial of air, his hips squirming against her own as best he could manage while his cock throbbed impotently within its cage. “You wish to finish, Girl? Then there is something more you should learn. Face to face is how lovers fuck, and while this has been a good start, and I wanted to be gentle with you for your first time.. you are not my lover.” She pulled free, the boy whimpering deeply, whining out in protest as he finally managed to get his eyes on her… just in time for her to pull him up off the mattress far enough for Alexandra to slip the hood over his face, prompting a startled yelp in surprise as she immediately began fitting it, snugging it down around his features, squeezing the gag a little tighter into his mouth, pulling his braid through the top before starting to lace it around the back of his head, like any other corseted garment until it was secure and he was left huffing, whining out deeply, pitifully in protest as she laced it into the posture collar, further securing the two, the boy left with little choice but to pant heavily through his nose as he was manhandled around and driven down face first into the bedding. Greta climbed up over him on her knees, shivering in desire of her own as she worked her knees between his own, forcing them wide apart as she took a grip on his wrists and hair and pulled him up and back onto his knees, leaving his ass high and on display stained… and drooling just a little trace of a deep violet fluid… that seemed to be leaking from the toy strapped to her hips. “Good girls, good little ‘whores’ like you finish on their knees where they belong…” Growling low and deep, she guided the toy once more to his ass, spearing him on just the first inch before taking a firm grasp on his cuffed wrists, curling her fingers through the laces on the posture collar… and pulling back ‘hard’. Muscles bunched, small patches of fur bristled, the woman grunting deeply as she slammed his ass back against her hips, letting him hang from the laces in his posture collar, tightening the already strict material that hair further as she bucked her hips hard. The boy gave a grunted, muffled, ‘squeal’ as he was run through by the toy once more, the woman taking a deep, heavy breath as she set a new pace, her hips bucked hard, slamming into him and driving him forward, but before momentum could carry him off her more than a few inches, her hips were bucking again, slamming them together again, and again, and again. Her moans filled the air, his whimpered grunts and squeals barely made it through the hood, every part of him pulsing, throbbing, quivering ‘hard’, every thrust making him clench down around the hilt of the toy with renewed vigor as the woman pounded into him with near reckless abandon, abusing his ass in ways he’d never experienced before… and resulting in a new high he wouldn’t have believed. He was already on edge, throbbing hard, his cock fighting against the cage, against the pain, his thighs trying to squeeze together, but helpless against Greta’s size and strength. His moans grew more and more desperate with every harsh slam of her hips against his. His jaw ached, his shoulders were already getting sore… and he had to gasp and almost wheeze for breath the haze growing thicker with every passing moment… god he needed to cum!!!!! But it was relentless. Her pounding seemed to go on forever, and every thrust only seemed to drive that edge a little higher… and yet he never seemed to be able to tip over it… soon enough his whimpers and cries were as constant as his moans, but there was no mercy in the woman… until a sudden shift. She slammed in ‘hard’ and ‘deep’ with a deep shuddering ‘groan’… and if he didn’t know better… some part of him deep down could have sworn he felt a gush of something warm… but that didn’t matter… it was far from his thoughts given his own desperate ‘need’…. Her grip shifted. One hand leaving his wrists to wrap around his throat, pinning him securely against her, the other releasing the laces as she reached down. “Cum for me ‘girl’. Cum for me, ‘Now’.” She emphasized that last word with a harsh, swift crack of her hand against his balls… prompting a ‘sharp’ if muffled shriek in pain… and yet… instantly, his body shuddered ‘violently’ the woman grinding hard against him as jets of his seed sprayed out from the tip of the cage, and into her waiting hand. He shook ‘hard’ in her grasp, quaking as she milked him through the peak by thrusting again and again into him until every drop seemed to have been spilt. Once it had, she offered her hand out… ‘all’ of the girls were on hand, taking turns licking up the spilled mess, purring soft little moans of their own until it was gone and they were left shivering a little, and waiting while Greta slowly, and gently extracted herself from the boy, taking the waiting plug from Alexandra, and easing it back into place, the boy groaning softly once more as she eased him down onto her bed. “You’ll sleep here tonight, girl… The girls will keep you company… in the morning we will remove the cage and the plug, and the girls will help you bathe. He gave a muffled whimper… but the sound quickly faded… he was in no condition to protest… or to say no… and… after the most intense orgasm of his life… he couldn’t really say he wanted to… he was exhausted… parts of him were sore that he didn’t know could feel pain… and as the girls piled onto the bed, gently giggling, and cooing, and petting, loving on every part of him… he was in a whole new level of heaven…. Greta on the other hand… took Alexandra with her… the pair retreating to the basement… and then the dungeons… the woman growing more and more wolfish as she guided the girl down to the master’s personal dungeon and his shrines… where they could be alone… where she could let out her bestial side more fully…. Where she could fuck until ‘she’ was satisfied… until the master was satisfied…