Chapter 8

Hope woke tiredly in the morning to find Elizabeth Carter lying beside her. Instantly, her mind went back to the insane orgy of the night before.

Together, they had kept John toiling far into the night and both had come so often that they lost count. For all of his work though, he wasn't permitted to screw either woman again. Each time his tool became hard, he would be ordered to stand before them and jerk it off with his hand while the two women heaped insults on him.

Sitting up, she looked over the naked form of the sleeping headmistress and saw the slave of the night before sleeping on the rug beside the bed.

Despite the degree of enjoyment of the previous night, Hope was filled with revulsion at the sight of the man. He wasn't, she decided, a man at all. He enjoyed being a dog and doing willingly the things a dog would refuse to do.

And yet, his face was handsome in sleep. There was, she noted with surprise, even a look of strength and manliness on the face.

Could it be, she wondered, that he had once really been a strong, intelligent man. If so, when had he changed and what had caused that change ?

Hope didn't like the answer she found. It told her that the domineering woman who slept beside her had taken a strong, normal man and, with her complete depravity, deprived him of his manhood just as surely as if she had taken a knife and cut his balls off.

Over and over again, her mind flashed pictures of the man with the strong, handsome body standing before them with a silly smile on his face as he pulled himself off until his cream spurted across the floor.

Each time, and it had happened twice during the night, he wore the same dumb smile as he went down on all fours to lick up every trace of what he had done.

But if she could do that to him, Hope asked herself, what could happen to me ? Am I any stronger than he was at the beginning ? Do I have any reason to think I can survive this place and remain normal ?

There was going to have to be another long discussion with Catherine, she decided. It seemed doubtful that her friend would be able to explain away her fears as she had done before, but Hope knew she would try. It was the only way she could see.

Because it was Sunday and there were no classes, they could remain in bed as long as they liked, but Hope knew there could be no more sleep for her. Her brain buzzed like a swarm of bees and would not permit her to return to the comfort of sleep.

On the other hand, she didn't dare get up and leave to return to her own room where she would be free to think the problem over. She had come to the suite by invitation that was something in the nature of command performance and knew that to leave without permission would be to offend royalty.

Being experienced enough to know that price that action could involve, Hope resigned herself to waiting until her hostess was awake. In the meantime, she went back to wrestling with her thoughts. She met with the same lack of success.

In just a little while, Elizabeth woke and turned to her with a bright smile. "Have you slept enough?" the woman asked.

"Oh yes, quite. I think that perhaps I should go back to my room and bathe now."

"Nonsense. I regret that I have to leave later today and can't continue the orgy through the weekend, but there is ample time to have our slave serve us with baths and other needs. You must stay and have breakfast with me."

Hope had no choice but to express delight at the idea. "Thanks, Miss Carter. That's awfully good of you. First though, I must use the pot."

"So must I, but relax." As she talked, Elizabeth swung a long, bare leg out of the bad and dug her toes into the ribs of the man. He sat up instantly and Hope saw that he had been awake but had not dared to speak until spoken to. He was still in the role of slave.

"Go and fetch a pot," she told him curtly, "and be sure to warm it well before you touch us with it."

Bending, John reached under the bed and produced a clean chamber pot. Crouched beside the bed, he rubbed the rim of it with his hands for a long time. Then, to ensure that it was ready, he raised it and brushed his cheek along the entire rim.

"It is in readiness, madam," he said reverently with a deep bow.

She extended one arm and John helped her from the bed. He had placed the pot on a low stool and, with his hands holding her arm, guided her into a sitting position on it. When she finished peeing, he helped her to her feet and, with a piece of soft paper, carefully wiped her crotch before leading her back to the bed.

Taking Hope by the arm, he repeated the process and she was forced to admit to herself that there was something thrilling about having a slave, a naked male one at that, serve her even while she had her morning pee.

Before she finished and waited for him to wipe her, Hope realized that doubts and fears had departed and were being replaced by arousal.

"Now then, dear, about that bath, I really think we should wait a little," Elizabeth said lazily. "I really feel nice and warm and since we should both be more than a little gamy in the crotch after last night's activities, I think it would be lovely to allow my slave to dine between our legs."

Instantly, Hope felt a thrill sweep over her body. She would never have thought of using a man in that manner first thing in the morning without washing, but the idea sounded so exciting that it caused her to tremble.

"I'll have him lick you first so that I can get more excited while I watch."

The slave was called to the bed and Hope opened her thighs for him. At once, he pressed his face into her crotch and licked her eagerly until her ass rose from the bed and she enjoyed a lovely come.

As he raised from her crotch, Hope turned lazily to see him taking his place between Elizabeth's big thighs.

"Be a dear and play with my teats while this slave sucks me off," she said excitedly.

Turning, Hope caught the big boobs and played with them while she listened to the sucking sounds coming from between Miss Carter's thighs. It was, indeed a delightful way to start the day, she thought as the nipples grew big in her hands and she bent to suck one while playing with the other.

The dual ministration of having teat and twat sucked together quickly carried the woman to a noisy climax as she cursed and heaved with all her might while the two mouths stayed with her until she was forced to push them away before the pleasure killed her.

Tiredly, Elizabeth swung her legs off the bed, rubbed her still sensitive snatch with her right palm and sent John to prepare water for their baths.

Despite all his work of the previous evening, John's whacker stood stiff and proud as he walked from the room. Hope wondered what would be done about it this time and guessed that Elizabeth would find some unusual manner of disposing of the stiffness of it.

In a little while, he returned with the basin of warm water and, while Elizabeth stood, he bathed her entire body with infinite care.

Her bath completed, Elizabeth sat on the bed beside Hope as the man went for fresh water. When he returned with it, Hope thrilled to the delight of having her body so carefully laved by a male slave with a big, erect cock swaying and brushing against her body from time to time.

After he had toweled her, John was sent away to bathe and obtain breakfast for the two women. While they awaited his return, they chatted easily. For the most part, it was the hostess who did the talking as she told of the delights of training male slaves and described others she had enjoyed.

"Of course," she concluded, "when the slave becomes too well trained he has outlived his usefulness and must be replaced. Always, there has to be some trace of spirit to be broken or the challenge is gone."

"I fail to see much trace of spirit in John," Hope observed.

"Unfortunately you're quite right dear. At the end of this term, I shall provide him with an excellent reference and find a suitable replacement for him at the school."

Hope wondered whether John knew what was in store for him, but guessed it wouldn't make any difference to him anyway. He would continue to serve his mistress in the most abject manner until she was ready to dismiss him from her service.

With luck, perhaps, he would find a woman who would appreciate a well trained servant who boasted a strong young pecker and a complete absence of spirit. If so, she guessed, he would live a life of contentment with a hot, tingling butt and a tired cock much of the time while feeding from the crotch of a dominant mistress.

In a little while, still naked, John walked into the room with a big tray of food for the women. With a smile that indicated a great charity, Elizabeth sent the man out to get a cup of clear tea for himself.

This required some considerable time since he had to dress to go get it and undress again before returning to the room where the women were just completing their breakfast by that time.

"Put your cup down on the table, slave. You will be permitted to drink it in a moment."

Bowing and smiling, the man did so and stood with both his body and his tool at attention until the women finished eating.

Then, with Elizabeth directing the scene, Hope stood beside the man, took his stiff cock in her hand and jerked it until he fired all his cream into his cup of tea.

Taking a spoon, she stirred the brew which had been so enriched. John picked up the cup and drained it in one gulp.

Watching, Hope rubbed her thighs together in a new wave of arousal.

After a little while, the two women dressed and Hope went to her room.