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Society Of Rome

Part 18 The Ceremony - Final Act

THE CEREMONY - FINAL ACT

Slave Mistress Joyce led me back to the conference room, at least I was allowed
to walk saving wear and tear on my chaffed knees and shins.  Of course I was
walking slightly bow legged since my twat was sore, every step seemed to bring
fourth another twinge of pain from both abused holes.

Taken to Master Troy's portable rack my wrist cuffs were attached to each end of
a wide bar that had been attached to the center of one raised arm of the
machine.  I found I could wrap my hands around the soft rubber handles covering
the end of the bar.  I noticed that the crowd had thinned out from before,
except for slaves and Mistress Danielle there were no longer any women around 
perhaps 15 members were still present.  Of course Master Carl was still there,
seated facing me about 20' away.

Next my ankle cuffs were attached to separate arms, they were raised so I was
effectively hanging by my wrists, legs outstretched at 45 degrees.  By holding
onto the bar I could alleviate some of the strain on my shoulders.

I was lowered until, thankfully, my ass was resting on the floor which had been
covered by a large plastic sheet.  I instinctively knew the plastic covering the
carpet meant I'd be in for more "water sports".  I sat passively, legs splayed
apart so my red abused pussy was on display.  Mistress Danielle stepped forward,
my heart was pounding in my chest as I looked at the ominous black whip she had
coiled in her hands.

"Now before we continue this well fucked piece of meat needs to pay for all the
nice videos that have been taken, John if you please" motioning to the black
cameraman.

"Well thank you Mistress Danielle, don't mind if I do".  With that he camera
duties were turned over to a member standing nearby.

John straddled me, then pulled down his pants displaying his well endowed
manhood.  He had a long thick black un-circumcised cock that he stroked slowly
bringing it to its full length.

"Now then miss pretty accountant you just open that sweet mouth of yours and
show big John just how good you be at sucking cock".

The bar with my wrists attached to it was raised so my mouth was even with his
erection.  The strain on my shoulders increased but I dutifully opened my sore
jaws to pleasure him.  My tongue danced around the bulbous head, then I slowly
took it into my mouth letting my soft lips close just behind it.  I started
sucking him softly, he was at least gently, easing his large cock into my mouth. 
The long black shaft disappeared into my mouth seating itself in my throat.

His large hands caressed his shaft as my spit lubricated it.  Every so slowly he
kept moving it in and out until my face was buried in his course pubic hair.  He
fucked my mouth with his long tool, my lips expand around it's girth gripping it
tightly with my silken lips.  I heard gasps from the assembled members as I took
his member deep into my throat.

"I was looking forward to her pussy or ass but damn, her mouth is as soft as
velvet" he exclaimed with glee.

I felt a sudden flush of pride that I could take his large cock fully into my
mouth and throat.  His reference to me as "her" made me feel like a women again,
not some nameless fuck object.  His cock felt good in my mouth, I moved my head
up and back making lurid sucking sounds as I pleasured him.  My thoughts were to
show Master Carl, and every one else, just what a well trained mouth could do.

It was as if I was with Laura again, pleasing one of her well healed customers
with my teenage mouth.  It's actually quite difficult to get a man to cum in
your mouth just by sucking him, but I was going to do my best to show that ass
hole that who paid for the privilege just what he missed.  Again my pride got
ahead of my good sense.

With his penis lodged deeply in my throat I started purring just as Laura had
taught me.  He picked up some speed in his humping but always kept it buried
deep in my throat momentarily so he could savor the vibrations.

After ten minutes of this, and the skillful application of my tongue, he
stiffened, then his cock spat out the contents of his testicles deep into my
gullet.  His warm thick fluid filled my throat, I swallowed his first discharge
without losing a drop.  As my throat constricted so the cum could find its way
to my stomach his balls pulsed again sending a larger stream of his seed into my
mouth.  He moaned audibly then his cock withered and he let it fall from my
mouth as he stepped back on wobbly legs.

"Damn holy shit that sthe best blow job I've ever had, bar none" he exclaimed
loudly.

I opened my mouth reveling the thick white glob of cum I still held there so
everyone could see his leavings coating my tongue.  I swished my tongue around
my mouth spreading the sticky spunk around, then pushed my tongue out so I could
lick my lips in the most lavish manner possible.  Then with my mouth still open
I pushed the cum back into my waiting throat and swallowed it down to join the
first load.  Smiling at him with a sly grin, "thank YOU Sir" I answered in my
most sultry voice.

I was lost in my own stupid fantasy, again forgetting who and where I was. 
There was a thunderous applause from the men in the room, whistles and cheers
went up and even Master Carl was standing up clapping to congratulate me on my
display of oral skill.  Everyone except Mistress Danielle, when I looked at her
she had a cold fury in her eyes that let me know I'd made a big mistake.  I
think I was supposed to be humiliated by publicly sucking a black man, but given
the nights festivities I don't know why.

"Enough of this shit, she IS nothing but a fucking PROSTITUTE".  Her voice held
more then anger, it dripped with pure hatred.  Her tone made my skin crawl,
several members whispered among thenselves and even my quick glance at Master
Carl showed his concern with her tone of voice.

"Hoist the slave up, the Prince and I have a bet to settle" she shouted at Slave
Mistress.

Slave Mistress gave a sideways glance at Mater Carl, his slight nod was all that
was required for me to be hauled up to a standing position.  The arms connected
to my feet pulled apart until there was a good deal of tension on the inside of
my thighs.  The arm holding my wrists was raised until just the balls of my feet
were touching the floor.  My arms and legs extended as far as the machine would
pull them.  My stomach was now concave, my ribs showed through the taut flesh
covering them and my breasts were flattened out against my chest.  My breathing
was shallow as I tried to adjust myself in the uncomfortable position.

"Now we shall see which one leaves the best marking, my synthetic one or your
leather one Prince" Mistress Danielle exclaimed.

"Of course Danielle, shall we say $100 per lash, $1,000 maximum" the Prince
answered softly as he looked over his target.

I had no idea what the bet was but I knew it wasn't going to be any good for me. 
I pulled at my restraints.  Again the coppery flavor of fear was in my mouth.  I
watched them closely wishing I was somewhere else, hoping Master Carl would call
a halt to this before it began.

"Call it" was all Mistress Danielle said.

"Left lower rib" was the Princes answer.

Mistress Danielle flicked her wrist uncoiling the long deadly whip.  The whip
arched back through the air, then forward landing with a deadly crack about an
inch above my lower left rib.  My first reaction was to grasp the hand holds and
pull up with all my strength.  Then my toes curled painfully into the carpet, I
sucked air into my lungs until I thought they'd burst.  Then I heard the most
god awful scream bounce off the walls.  It took a full minute until I realized
it was me screaming.  The pain was so concentrated where the whip had struck it
didn't even register fully on my brain. 

"Right lower rib" Mistress Danielle called out.

I couldn't catch my breath but I saw the Princes arm flash for an instant, then
his whip struck just above that area.  This time there was no question in my
mind as to who was screaming.  The searing pain burned right through me to the
other side of my body to meet the ember of fire left by the first stroke.  I
thrashed about violently even through I was strung up tight as a bow string,
then my body went limp and my chin was resting on my chest.  My body felt wet
and I was panting, drool leaked from my lips as I tried to catch my breath.

Slave Mistress looked over the two livid red welts the whips had left.  Her
fingers touched them, I flinched at her touch as it felt as if she scraped
sandpaper over my skin.  "First bet to the Prince: she announced.  Then she gave
me a long drink of water before she left me alone to face the two butchers.

"Call it" the Prince announced.

"Center inside of left thigh" was Mistress Danielle's reply.

Again his arm flashed back, then forward.  The brown whip snaked through the air
towards me, it seemed forever watching the whip come forward.  Then the deadly
crack as it snapped against my flesh.  The blinding pain on the inside of my
thigh, the hideous scream emanating from my lips filled the room.  Everyone was
watching, even the slaves had stopped serving to watch the duo torment me.

My head whipped back then lolled forward to rest on my chest again, I wasn't
unconscious but I knew that shock was a serious possibility as my whole body
twitched involuntarily.  I could see the brilliant scarlet welt left by the whip
on my skin.  I couldn't believe that anything that hurt so badly didn't cut me
through to the bone.

"Call it" Mistress Danielle decreed.

"Straight across the belly button" was the answer.

I raised my head to see Mistress Danielle move more to the side, then with a
wide sweeping movement sent the whip on its flight.  I barely had time to cry
out "noooooooooooooooo" as it cut across my exposed stomach.  If she'd slashed
me open with a dull butcher knife it couldn't have been worse.

The scorching pain that followed the crack of the whip across my defenseless
belly felt as if I'd been torn open, I half expected to see my guts fall out of
me.  I pulled up with all my strength on the bar, this time the sound pulled
from me was a long high howl of a wounded animal.

Again I went limp, the ground swirled before my eyes, then it was all blackness. 
The strong smell from the bottle caused me to jerk my head up and away, but my
eyes still couldn't focus properly.  I was aware of Master Carl starting to
stand from his chair, but Slave Mistress's quick look at him kept him half
standing there gripping the arms of his seat.

"The bet is even" she announced after inspecting each target area.  Then she
leaned closer to me, pressing her lips to my ear as she held my face in her
hands.  "Listen to me little one, focus, remember what your Master has taught
you, FOCUS", then she kissed me softly on the lips and moved away.

Master Carl had spent considerable time trying to teach me an almost Zen style
of self denial to pain.  Of course I'd never been subjected to anything coming
close to what was being done now but earlier in the evening it had worked.  I
took as deep a breath as possible, looked at my two tormentors then closed my
eyes and tried to focus on a spot deep inside my stomach.

"Call it", it was the Princes' voice but it sounded far off to me.

Mistress Danielle's answer was "outside center of left thigh".

I opened my eyes but kept my concentration at the pit of my stomach.  The whip
snaked forward and slashed against it's target, the whip left a vertical 3/4"
wide ribbon of red pain that ran from my hip to my knee on the outside of my
leg, the whip end kissing my left buttocks for emphases.  My body twisted right
but I managed to stifle my scream, taking short shallow breaths like you would
during child birth then I slumped in my bonds, letting out a squealing noise
like a small pig.  I looked down at my thigh, it pulsed with pain but I'd
managed to at least not scream my head off.

The next target was called out by the Prince, "left side fourth rib down".

Mistress Danielle's arm came forward, the whip cut through the air towards me,
my eyes locked with her's as it cut into my left side no more then an 1/8th of
an inch from the target.  Again my body twisted, my head flew back, my neck and
shoulder muscles stood out prominently as I clenched my jaw tight and tried to
keep my concentration at the pit of my stomach.  My head fell forward and I
sucked in as much air as I could trying to keep my scream inside chest.  I was
panting  heavily and sweated soaked my body but this time I didn't even squeal. 

"Bet to Mistress Danielle" Slave Mistress announced.

"Across the word bitch, directly in the center" the Prince casually announced
the next target.

The whip cut directly across my marking, my pelvis pushed forward as the pain
washed over me, my back arched like a bow but I was able to keep from howling
like a banshie.  I cried out but it was a low mournful  wail then anything else. 
I shook my head to regain my senses, salty sweat burned my eyes yet I was still
able to control myself.  When I heard the next target called out by Mistress
Danielle I clenched my eyes shut in horror.

"Cunt, dead center" she answered in a cold lifeless tone..

"Not a valid target, contest default to the Prince" announced Slave Mistress.

"What do you mean not a valid target" Mistress Danielle cried out in anger.

Slave Mistress Joyce stood with her head bowed but her voice showed she was in
charge.  "Mistress Danielle with all due respect to you the Society rules do not
allow the single tale whip to be used on a slave's sex, even though you and the
Prince are experts the Board has ruled on this matter".

When the target was announced I'd moaned "no" softly under my breath then
clenched my hands and toes for the abuse trying to focus on Master Carl had
taught me.  As I heard the brief exchange between them I slumped in my bondage
letting my chin rest on my chest, great full for the reprieve.

Slave Mistress approached my limp body, gave me a quick inspection then holding
my face in her hands kissed me tenderly on the lips, letting her kiss linger for
a moment.

"What........what's happening " I stammered.

"Nothing my child, the contest is finished" she told me tenderly then provided
me with as much cool water as I wished to drink.

"Slave Mistress your getting to be an old woman" Mistress Danielle fumed,
throwing her whip do the ground.

The Prince approached me, lifting my chin with his fingers so he could look into
my eyes.  His face didn't betray any emotion as his fingers traced down my neck,
my chest and across the raw whip marks.  I moaned as his fingers moved across my
skin, his fingers lingered at the top of my slit, then slid them down over the
battered area causing me to whimper slightly.

"No matter Danielle, besides it would be a shame to damage such a nice slave",
handing his whip to his slave he walked away.

"Where are you going" Mistress Danielle called out to three members who were
leaving the room.

"To use the bathroom" one of them answered.

"Bullshit", she called out, "we have a toilet right here".

Mistress Danielle ordered me lowered so my ass was resting on the ground but my
ankles held aloft, legs still spread wide displaying my well used charms.  My
butt was sore but it was better then hanging from my shoulders.

Mistress Danielle yanked my braid back, jerking my mouth open.  "Use this" she
told the trio of gentleman.

Without hesitation the three of them unzipped their pants and commenced to
relieve themselves.  Two streams of hot piss found my gaping mouth filling it
with their rancid discharge.  Of course Mistress Danielle had stepped aside
before they started but I kept my mouth open wide, head tilted slightly back and
gulped down as much as I could. 

Even though I gave them a yawning target they sprayed it across my face, it
burnt my eyes, wet my hair and ran down across my tits and stomach.  As it ran
across my skin it stung as it ran across the many abrasions and scratches that
now marked my body.

The ultimate humiliation was the third man as he pissed directly into my yawning
cunt.  The acidic piss burned as it hit my abused pussy, I whined pitifully at
what I felt was the final act of desecration to my body and soul.  I looked down
to see my hole filled with his waste, it pooled in my open hole, then ran down
between my cheeks puddling around me.  I let my head fall back not wanting to
watch what I hoped was the end to my initiation.  This lone act was enough to
make me realize I was in fact just property, a slave to be used by the member's
for their enjoyment.

I cried bitterly as the final spurts fell one me.  I'd been displayed, fucked in
every hole by whom ever wanted me, beaten, whipped and made to lick shit off
some one's ass.  Even drinking piss didn't make me feel as low as having my
pussy turned into a urinal.

Suddenly I was hoisted up so I was again sitting in the air.  Mistress Danielle
was again near me, whispering her secret desire into my ear.  "Now princess
wouldn't you like to tell Master Carl that you want to be my private slave" her
sickly sweet voice asked me.

Even as low as I felt at that moment I couldn't conceive of deserting MY Master. 
"No.........please don't ask me to do that..........don't ..........please" I
whispered hoarsely.

"Well then little princess let's clean you up for him before you go home" she
whispered back to me.

Home, HOME, wonderful home, it sounded like I'd just been given the keys to the
kingdom.  I didn't realize that before I was released I'd have to suffer yet
again at her hands.  Mistress Danielle had a bucket brought over.  Through heavy
eyes I could see people starting to leave, slaves cleaning up glasses and
dishes, it was almost over.

She picked up a sponge, a bright yellow one.  Smiling she said "I'll just wash
off that nasty pee".  Then she let the sponge pass close to my noise.  There was
a sharp smell to it, one that brought me back to my senses, it was alcohol.

She bathed my left tit first, the cool liquid engulfed my breast in the most
hideous pain I could imagine.  Even the pain of the whip subsided after a few
minutes.  But this, it just continued it's fiendish burning pain without
stopping.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" I cried out as the alcohol came into contact with the
open cuts to my skin.  As the thin trails of liquid agony ran down my chest it
burned a bright trail of misery along its path.  She soaked my other breast,
again the harsh burning engulfed my entire breast.  The alcohol ran down the
four deep furrows her nails had left on me earlier.  Each bright red line now
felt like a searing river of fire as the caustic fluid ignited new misery for
me.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooo" I cried out pitifully as she bathed my abraided flesh
with the terrible solution.

She squeezed the sponge so rivulets of ran down the cuts and lacerations on my
back.  I could feel the burning trail it left as it ran down over me.  I twisted
around in a feeble effort trying to keep it from flowing down further across my
skin.  I was hyperventilating, I couldn't catch my breaths as she tortured me
with her barbaric bath.  The room was silent except for my plaintiff crises of
pain, yet the worst was yet to come.

I raised my tear reddened eyes to see her standing in front of me smiling and
holding the bright yellow sponge that held so much pain for me.  "One more thing
to clean princess before we're done" she smugly announced.

Wetting the sponge again she knelt between my outstretched legs.  I looked down
at my cherry red cunt and realized what she was proposing to clean next. 
"No.......NO......don't fucking do it" I cried out in dispare.  Even if my
snatch hadn't been whipped and fucked raw the alcohol would scorch the tender
membrane of my vagina.  In their present condition it would be pure agony.

She knelt close to me so again she could share her intimate thoughts with me. 
"Ask to wear the blue collar of my private slave bitch or I'll soak your cunt"
she purred into my ear.

My first impulse was to agree so I would be saved from this deviate.  I raised
my head, seeing Master Carl standing near by watching the scene unfold.  What
degenerate game these two had going on was a mystery to me.  Deep in my heart I
knew I couldn't betray him.

Something Slave Mistress had said to me kept bouncing around in my thoughts,
what was it.  Something about Master Carl being important in the Society
hierarchy.  "Well what is your answer you fucked out piece of white trash" she
asked quietly.

I screamed out as loud as my tortured throat would allow.  "FUCK YOU BITCH".

With that final act of defiance she covered my abused crotch with the sponge,
squeezing it tight, soaking the already inflamed area and forcing some if it up
inside me, plunging me into the depths of hell.  She might as well have put an
open flame between my legs.  I didn't think I had the strength left, but I
chinned myself on the bar as the alcohol penetrated the delicate abused porous
tissue.

My scream of agony stopped all activity in the room.  Even in my state of
extreme torment I saw Jody blanch as the sponge was worked up into the gapping
wound I once called my vagina.  The strength of my upper body finally failed me,
I hung limply from the bar from the wrist cuffs, my shoulders supporting all my
weight.  The fire between my legs would not subside until the awful substance
evaporated or was washed away.

Though I was not conscious of it Mistress Danielle stood, tossed the sponge
aside and strode over to Master Carl.  "You have won round one, we shall see if
you continue to be so lucky", with that comment she left the ceremony.

I wasn't fully aware of being released, my body was persecuted with the fiery
anguish of my bath.  My first clear recollection was of being in the elevator,
nude except for a poncho covering me.  Sandra and Mimi were holding me up as we
rode downward.  "What's going on.......is it rest time" I asked.

"We're taking you home, it's over now" Sandra assured me in a tender voice.

I remember being walked from the elevator across the rough concrete floor of the
underground parking garage to my car.   Being placed in my Corvette, a short
exchange between Sandra and Mimi over who would get to drive my car.  Then as I
curled into a ball on the soft leather seats I was driven the short distance to
my condo.  Home, safe, alive, no more members to abuse me, they got me into my
condo with no instructions from me as to where I lived.

"Come on Patricia we've got to get you cleaned up" Sandra encouraged me once we
were inside my condo.

"God this place is great" exclaimed Mimi.

"You can admire her place later, help me get her to the shower" Sandra replied
sharply.

"Drink.........please" I croaked.

"Ok here's some water, drink it down, but we have to rinse you off" Sandra said
leading me to the bathroom.

The shower water was cold on my hot skin.  "No more cold water" I sputtered as
the water washed over me rinsing off what was left of the alcohol that was still
burning my skin.

Sandra and Mimi were both naked now in the shower with me.  I could still see
red stripes across Mimi's back, even Sandra had several well defined stripes
across her plump ass.  "It's not cold just not hot, believe me you don't want a
hot shower right now.  Brace yourself against the wall so we can wash you.  It's
going to sting but we have to get you washed off" Sandra told me as she placed
my hands high up on the wall.

They undid my hair and while Mimi worked up a good lather with the shampoo
Sandra proceeded to use her hands to soap me up with green antiseptic liquid
soap.  "Shit it burns" I wailed as I slapped her hands away from me so I could
rinse off. 

The hard slap across my cheek caused me to slip on the wet tile, only Mimi's
firm grip on my hair kept me from falling.  I slid down the wall, curling up
into a ball as the water pelted me.  "Just fucking leave me alone........LEAVE
ME ALONE" I shouted.

Sandra knelt next to me, her wet loose hair plastered against her head.  Pulling
my hands away from my face she kissed me softly on the lips.  "Patricia listen
to me, come on LISTEN.  We've got to get you washed so you don't get infected. 
I know it stings just let us take care of you.  Once we're done washing I've got
cream that will help with the pain.  OK" her sweet voice assured me.

Looking into her eyes I could see she wanted to help me.  "OK, I'm sorry
please...." my voice trailed off as I started to cry again.  They both soaped me
up with the strong soap, it still stung but I gritted my teeth as the worked
over my mistreated body.

When they washed between my legs and cheeks I started whining as it stung my
sensitive skin.  It took almost all my will power to keep from screaming at them
to stop.  I gripped the shower head with all my strength as I stood there being
washed and rinsed off.  When they started to douche me I almost screamed for
them to stop but I wanted the piss washed out of me.

Finally I was clean, they patted me dry as I sat dazed on the closed toilet. 
"OK now just one more thing Patricia then we're done" Sandra assured me.  "Can
you stand up for a few minutes more".

"Sure why not is it time to push pins under my nails" I asked wearily.

"Well at least you still have a sense of humor 002986" Sandra answered back,
then she kissed me gently on the lips.

Again I was leaning against the wall, the same position I started in with Slave
Mistress.  When I heard them snap on rubber gloves my heart sank, I was home but
my mind still wasn't sure I was safe.  "Don't hurt me please....I'll make you
cum, really I'll lick your pussies and ass holes so good if you don't hurt me" I
pleaded with them in a soft voice.

Sandra whispered to me softly "Patricia don't be silly, we're not going to hurt
you.  This cream is an antiseptic mixed with a topical pain killer.  If we don't
wear gloves out hands go numb".

"Sorry" I whispered, I didn't have any tears to show my shame for doubting they
were trying to help me.  The cream felt cool on my skin, the throbbing seemed to
leave my body as they applied it liberally over me.

They finally covered my nudity with my soft terri cloth robe, then as I sat on a
chair they conditioned my hair, combed it out then wrapped it in a towel.  I
walked shakily to the couch in the living room and asked them to make me a
strong drink.  Then as I rested and smoked they showered and come out wrapped in
towels.

It seemed surreal, the three of use sitting in my front room all freshly
scrubbed like little kids after play time.  The only reminder of what we had
been playing at was the three leather collars laying on the table.

"Aren't we suppose to be wearing them" I asked.


No we're on rest time for a minimum of 24 hours after a gathering or service"
Mimi informed me not appearing the worst for wear after having been sodomized
for the first time not long ago.

"That's generous of them" I answered in a sarcastic voice, even with the cream
my muscles were still sore and both holes now felt like the'd been reamed out
with bristle brushes.

"We'll call Master Carl when you wake up tomorrow, but I'd guess you'll be on
rest period for several weeks.  That is unless you quit".  Sandra said between
sips of wine.

Finally I was ready for bed, I slipped off my robe, climbed between my soft
sheets and rested my head on the pillow.  Sandra slipped into the other side, I
wished I felt better, I'd love to feel her close to me, to taste her, with that
thought I drifted off to sleep.



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