Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2001 01:36:27 +0000
From: Darren Marples <dazza123@gay.com>
Subject: Tales From a Castle 2

         Let me say sorry to the guys who wasnt expecting to be waiting
this long for part 2 of tales from a castle, and sorry for the guy who
emailed me and with abuse but didnt leave a proper email adress, after all
these stories are just that stories no matter how bizare or over the top,
they may not apeal to everyones ideas of master/slave topics but clearly
from the guys who have wrote and thank me for my stories they have there
appeal.
         Also i like to dedicate this to a friend of mine i personally call
Rim bitch hope u enjoy
         Same as before they are of a gay and submisive/dom nature and (for
that train of thought out there who didnt like part one) this can be struad
of makeing a slave feel more like an animal than a human. Once again the
rest of you enjoy.

Tales from a castle Rim Bitch.

      The bitch fell to the piss soaked ground of the cell from the force
of the guard's push into the dark dungeon like cell. It winded him for a
moment or two as he adjusted to his new surroundings. "Sleep. Bitch" one of
the guards shouted through the window in the cell door.

      He looked down at his shaved body as he pulled himself up from the
floor onto the solid wood bench that he knew would not only be a seat for
him but a bed too for no matter how long he would be down in this dismal
dungeon for.

      He knew why he had been put in this hell-hole. It was a part of his
training, to know how bad it could be if he was a bad slave. He only been
at the castle for two days and yet had gone through a mini personal
Armageddon, loosing all his body hair to having a ball sphere attached to
his already aching balls as a punishment for not remembering what it said
on his three inch collar quick enough. Damn he thought, beginning to
believe he was a useless little cocksucking-rimming bitch.

     All six personal rules went through his brain for one last time. The
high masters had chosen the rules that he knew himself. They where the
master s that had been a part of the 'Lord' secret society for many
years. They chose all the rules for the individual slave and the general
rules too.

      He had seen in a mirror earlier in the centre of the collar his new
name. Rimbitch.  It made him smile to himself knowing that he always knew
that's what he did best. Then the six rules ether side as he twisted his
neck and read them all backwards, remembering them one by one. Thou shall
never stand in front of a master or guard. Thou shall always crawl in the
great house. Thou shall always lick the feet of the master he his talking
to. Thou
 always offer his tongue for the masters or guards hole. Thou shall be
willing to drink piss or cum at anytime. Thou shall always have his arse
lubed up. Then he looked down at the shackles on his wrists. Like all the
other slaves it said the same. I have no rights.  He sighed knowing it was
the truth, after all that's what he wanted. No rights.

       He looked down at the floor of the cell and thought about the boys
that must have waited they're for hours finally pissing all over the floors
themselves, couldn't helping themselves. As he gazed he noticed the
hardness of his dick and the beauty of the nipple rings the guards had
given him.

       He could also feel the pain from the branding on his left buttock,
knowing what it meant he felt disappointed that the 'Lord' did not warrant
him as one of his own personal slaves. He began to think about how he was
blindfolded before crawling into the great hall to meet his new master the
lord. He could hear the jeers from the other masters and he realised that
the hall was full, his heart sank and he could feel his bladder was full
too and he tried his best with great success holding it back for a while.

       He didn't know where he was crawling to just crawling, little did he
know he was crawling a little to the left into the crowd of masters that
had gathered at the castle for the fun and games that where promised for
that night. They had three new slaves for there collection and The rimbitch
was just one of them. As he got close to the crowd the masters kicked and
booted him and some even knelt down and spat on him or just simply twisted
his tits, soon the bitch learnt to get away from them and veered towards
the right.

      Worse luck it was to far to the right and soon the pain, spit and
torment reappeared from the crowds on the right. He knew his objective, to
find the great master at the head of the hall and so he continued onwards
and upwards down the hall. If only he could see through the blindfold he
thought to himself. If only could because that second he felt a hand on his
head, he knew, his gut told him who it was, after all no one else was close
to him.  It was the lord. He felt him stroke his head that had already been
shaved and then the he looked up at the great master who spat down onto his
face meeting great cheers from the crowd.

      The bitch then felt the great masters gob run down his face whilst he
thanked him for such an honour, hoping inside he would be chosen by the
great master to serve him.  The master then tugged hard on the bitch's
nipple rings and looked at his nice smooth arse sticking out towards the
rest of the crowd. He told him to spread his legs so he could decide what x
group to place him into. However in the masters head he already knew even
though he was of great stock he wasn't great enough to deserve two X's not
quite then, however it made him spread his legs and arse cheeks well.

       The master then learnt forward to the bitches ear and whispered in
it. "I hear you rim arse well, do you slut?"

       "Yes sir" he nodded not knowing the smile of perverse on the
master's face of what he had planed as he looked up and snapped his
fingers. "GUARDS" he shouted and soon enough two guards grabbed hold of the
bitch and dragged him into the centre of the hall were a dirty little slut
boy sat who been fucked by six or seven masters within the last hour in the
hall whilst shackled to the ground.

      Soon he was shackled to the ground behind the slut and ordered to
lick the boy out clean. His blind fold was removed, so he could see the
hall full of arse hungry and mouth hungry masters and yet because his face
was forced into the boys cum dripping hole he could not see the face of the
great master. The Lord. Knowing that only the lord's personal servants ever
saw his face, not the common slaves like the he was.

      He soon found himself sipping up the masses of the white nectar into
his mouth and swallowing it. Some of it pouring down his own face, every so
often he would look up and show the crowd his work. Then he felt it as it
hit his left buttock. The pain was intense as a guard pressed a hot
branding iron onto his buttock. He screamed. More and more roars of
laughter were heard throughout the crowd. He wiggled trying to break free
but he couldn't all the time howling in pain, cheers went up tremendously.

      His mind then wandered back into the cell into his present state, sat
there on the edge of his solid bed for the night. He moved backwards to
make the heavy ball sphere more comfortable on the bench. He thought of the
contract that he had signed stating he could use his password at anytime
and leave the castle forever and yet he'd only been there two days, how
could he chicken out right then, after all none had touched him as such
yet. He looked forward to that. To be fucked liked that slut had been he
had licked out before or his mouth being used and filled over and over. His
dick was hard again.

      Then the truth of this ghastly place set in. The bitch heard a
whimper from another cell, not the next one for he knew that was empty but
maybe the one next to that. He imagined it was one of the other two boys
whom appeared latter on whilst he was still rimming and cleaning the
slut. One didn't look much older than eighteen however that may just be
simply didn't because he had been shaved as the rimbitch had. His collar
had also already been fixed round his neck 'Piss boy' it read. That was
clearly indicated by the fact the boy was already soaked. As he crawled up
the great hall the rimbitch watched him gleaming with jealousy, maybe the
Lord would choose him as his new slave who knows.

       As he continued the task to clean out the slut and swallow all the
cum he possibly could he heard the screams of the boy from behind him,
maybe the Lord had chosen this boy as his, he thought to himself. Then he
rethought it, maybe he simply wanted to just torment the boy and please the
crowds. The master was doing just that as he heard the jeers became loader
than ever. The rimbitch had no idea what was happening, the only thing he
knew for sure it was painful, and the aftermath of his whimpers from a
neighbouring cell proved it.

      "Rimbitch" he heard his new found name being used by an unusual
voice, a voice he had not heard before. A few moments passed by with a
simple silence and maybe a rattle of a few keys and finally the door of his
cell opened. "Here boy" the voice came from outside the door, he had no
idea of which it was as the light sown into the room and not out of
it. "Quick!" the voice wished for speed. He got off the bench and fell to
the ground remembering one of the six rules. Thou shall always crawl in the
great house.

      A heavy and thick chain was then attached to his collar as he was led
away from the long line of cells. Where was he being taken? He thought to
himself. Clearly not to the fields as it was far too late and certainly not
that late it was already early morning.  Then he thought, maybe he loss
touch with time already, being trapped in a place like this.  Other
thoughts entered his head too. Do I still know my real name? ...Phew that
was in tact for now anyway.

       He couldn't see the guy who was leading him away from the cells
apart from his cute looking backside; he was more than sure it was not the
Lord for he hadn't recognised the voice as his. 'Hmm' he thought 'I'd long
to rim him though,' then he sniggered to himself and thought of how
appropriate his slave name was with thoughts like that in his head.