Chapter 5
We were in our private suite.
My Master had just finished whipping me and I was still hanging from the rings in the ceiling, his love juices leaking from my happy snatch when Nicole knocked on our door.
Asking who was there and receiving her answer, my Master told her to enter.
Nicole gave a quick, and envious, look at me before she spoke about her reason for coming.
"I was just taking to a Mr. Jered Kennedy, sir, and I didn't know how to answer him."
"What is the problem, Nicole?"
"Mr. Kennedy wishes to make reservations for himself and his two slaves, sir."
"So what is the problem?"
"He wants to rent out his slaves to the castle and partake of our staff himself. I told him that we didn't normally use others slaves at the castle but he insisted that I ask."
"According to him both slaves, females and attractive, are totally trained and will submit to anything. He even made a point of saying that they will submit to tit hangings, multiple piercings, burnings and all other major forms of torture."
"He even said that one of his slaves has submitted to having her tits cut through almost to the point of severing and is willing for it to occur again. And that comment reminded me of the request of Mr. Adam Hendricks that we have been unable to fulfill."
"Humm, I see your point. Did Mr. Kennedy make mention of financial considerations?"
"Not in so many words, sir. But I got the impression that money was not a major consideration. He sounded more interested in finding more inventive ways to keep his slaves happy."
"He said that he was running out of new ways to treat them and wanted to come to Chattel Castle for ideas. And his slaves made their wishes know that they would welcome attentions of others to please their master and to see if they could learn anything new in the process."
"Sounds interesting. Tell you what, Nicole, why don't you call Mr. Kennedy back and see if he has hard copy proof of what his slaves submit to. Photos or videos of their treatment and sustaining power".
"Explain that if we are satisfied with their endeavors we would be willing to pay him half of our usual fees for what his slaves submit to, but make a special point of including Mr. Hendricks -wishes that we have so far been unable to fulfill."
"Yes, sir."
As Nicole was turning to leave my Master stopped her as he said, "When you have concluded talking with Mr. Kennedy, please return Nicole."
"Yes, sir."
"And after that business is out of the way I'll want you to join Chrissy and me in a short session, if you are in agreement."
"Yesss, sir."
Nicole's eyes sparkled with that sentence as she made her exit.
All of the female slaves at Chattel Castle begged to be under my Master's care and Nicole had been once before and loved every second of it.
I was sure that her conversation with Mr. Kennedy would be as short as possible.
And I was correct.
Nicole returned in less than twenty minutes, all of which I had remained chained to the rings in the ceiling. Mr. Kennedy said that hard copy proof would be sent the following day by express mail.
That out of the way Nicole and I found ourselves bound together faces to dripping cunts as my Master made us totally happy.
Mr. Jered Kennedy and his two slaves, Amy and Ellen, arrived on the same flight that Mr. Adam Hendricks had taken. The four of them rode the limo to the castle and as they fell into conversation they realized that they would be seeing more of each other.
Mr. Kennedy had had ample hard copy proof of his slaves willingness to submit, including the one episode of Ellen's tits being almost severed, so we had few qualms about them joining our staff on a temporary basis.
After all, we had had a very frustrating time finding someone who would submit as Mr. Hendricks had asked. Most of our slaves will submit to many things being done to them but none were eager to have their tits literally split opened, but Ellen would. And she would with Mr. Hendricks.
As they had arrived late in the evening they were shown to their suites, changed into the historic costumes and donned yellow ribbons of observers.
I was in charge of their tour of the castle's facilities and got to watch their reactions first hand. There was no reasons; be believe that any would leave disappointed.
Five times during die tour they had copulated with each other when they had become stimulated and all were eager to participate more fully the following morning as their schedules had been planned.
Mr. Adam Hendricks' first appointment of his stay had him scheduled with my cousin Jenny who was still on the lookout for a husband.
They had been introduced at breakfast in the east dining room and both seemed comfortable with each other as they made their way to room nine of the second dungeon level for their two hour time slot.
Adam Hendricks was your basic average looking guy. He stood about five ten, had slightly thinning brown hair, brown eyes and was of medium build. And naturally being a client of Chattel Castle, he wasn't lacking in financial means to support his unusual sexual habits.
Jenny is five two, with long blond hair, green eyes and has all the right kind of curves, full breasts and gently padded hips with a slender waist.
They looked to be an ideal couple, and except for Mr. Hendricks desire to literally cut female flesh, they were well matched in their sexual wants.
Making their way to room nine Mr. Hendricks calmly asked Jenny to offer up her wrists for the bands and she just a calmly did.
Minutes later she was hanging from the bands as Adam selected a braided whip from the wall rack that held a varied assortment.
He glanced at the gold ribbon, and stated, Twenty-five. Fifteen to breasts and ten to back."
Jenny took a deep breath and to gold ribbon nodded her head.
Adam was in no hurry to reach the total of twenty-five.
At times several minutes lapsed before the braided whip landed again and the anticipation was driving Jenny wild. By the time she had received four on her every loving tits and two on her twitching back Jenny was begging him to do it faster.
"Why? Do you wish it to be over, or for it to continue?"
"Oohh God, both. I wanttt to feel it all ... not justt this teasing."
"Am I teasing you, Jenny?"
"Yesssss."
"But look what you have to look forward to."
"But IIII wanttt it nowww. Please, Adam."
"As you wish, my dear."
The remaining nineteen landed so swiftly Jenny couldn't even count them as her body more than eagerly registered the pain.
But as her body soaked up the pain she wanted more. She needed more. To come.
"Ppllllleeeassssssssssseee."
"Please what, Jenny," Adam asked as his eyes devoured her red streaked flesh that hung before his eyes.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Mmmmoooorrrrree ... pleassse Adam ... morrrre."
"More what?"
"Whippp mmmmee morrrre. Pleasssseeeeee."
Adam gave her more.
But to her utter frustrations he returned to his slow administrations.
The braided whip dug into her heaving breasts then he stopped to caress her swishing hair.
Another one to her right tit only, then he gently fondled her left one as she twisted and begged him for more.
But he denied her wishes.
Dropping the whip to the floor he took each of her knees in his hands and walked his cock to her spread cunt.
"Yeess ... fucck mmee ... fuck me hard and deeppp."
He heard her but denied her request.
He sank his bursting cock very slowly into her gasping tunnel until he was balls deep then withdrew even slower as Jenny wreathed before him and begged him to take her harshly.
But Adam Hendricks did it his own way.
Slowly.
Very slowly as Jenny wrapped her free legs around his waist and tried to pull him to her. Her strength was no match for his determination.
Slowly he pushed in her and slower still he withdrew as Jenny turned into a blithering idiot. She begged, she pleaded, she tried to pull him to her, tears streamed down her face in frustration, but Adam continued his slow steady pace for over twenty minutes.
Then finally his own needs made him do as she wanted and they soared to sexual bliss together.
When he withdrew and lowered Jenny to the floor he held her in his arms as they caressed and calmed each other.
"You must learn to appreciate the better things in life, Jenny. Learn to savor them slowly and to their fullest."
"If you had been free our time together would have been much less."
"But I didn't want to wait. I needed it then."
"But, Jenny, you must realize that men can only come so many times. Women are different. Some can come forever. But not the male of the species. So I have learned to lengthen my pleasures."
"Yes, I could have whipped you twenty-five times then fucked you within ten minutes, but think of how you felt. You were on the edge of coming for over thirty minutes. Thirty blissful minutes instead of one shattering moment that passed so swiftly."
"You must learn to savor life's pleasures to the fullest. Here, I'll show you again."
He took thirty minutes to tie Jenny for the next part.
Slowly he bound her ankles in restraints.
Slowly he attached those restraints to rings in the floor.
He caressed her tense body for ten minutes before he urged her over top of the board that would support her hips.
Then he teased her arms and hands for another five minutes before he bound her wrists to rings in the floor and pulled them tight, straining her body.
When he was done Jenny was bound over the board, her feet and hands tied to rings in the floor, her legs, ass and cunt spread wide for his attentions.
He picked up the cat, caressed her straining whipped back, and said, "Think of your pleasures, Jenny. Feel your body craving for release. Savor your heightened arousal. Take yourself to the edge of fulfillment and as you hang on that edge feel your pleasures."
"Feel them, but don't allow them to come. Wallow in your striving, for when it's over, it's over and there is nothing to look forward to. But if you savor the wanting it can last for hours."
"Savor it Jenny. Savor."
And savor Jenny did.
She had no choice in the matter as Adam took forty five minutes to whip her ass twenty-five times.
She was going insane with want. She would feel herself cresting and Adam would stop. She cried.
She begged. She pleaded. And she waited.
Finally he entered her demanding ass, but he gave her no relief as he slide in and out just as slowly as he had her cunt earlier.
"Savor, Jenny. Anticipate how greattt it will feelll when youuu finally come shattering over the precipice."
And that was precisely what was driving Jenny insane—the anticipation.
She had never been on the brink for so long.
Her moans, begging and pleadings were like a two year old with her first spanking. She literally ached with her need to find fulfillment but Adam kept her at the brink and refused to let her crash over until he could no longer deny them and he pounded into her like a demon possessed and their screams of release echoed throughout the dungeons and they clasped, totally drained.
A half an hour after Jenny was released she was prostrate on the floor begging my Master to schedule her with Adam Hendricks for all he had contracted for at Chattel Castle.
He showed Jenny Adam's request form, including his desire to split a slave's breasts with a knife, and still she begged to be his for whatever he wanted.
After conferring with Mr. Hendricks, his schedule was changed to having only my cousin Jenny serve him for his entire stay at the castle.
Jenny kissed my Master's feet and ran to Nicole and Denise to verify the reservations for Adam Hendricks.
Jenny spent the entire week of Adam's stay with him.
He had whipped her, burnt her, hung her by her tits for over an hour.
He had placed so many needles in her that she called herself his personal pincushion.
By Tuesday Jenny would have begged Adam to kill her, if it did it slowly enough.
But Adam had no desire to kill Jenny.
Bring her to the brink of death maybe, but not kill her.
Thursday was his last day at Chattel Castle and true to his motto of doing things slowly it was the day for him to cut Jenny's breasts.
Many, including Dr. Hubbard, were present. It was also decided that the session would be filmed on videotape.
For no apparent reason, Adam requested the American Indian room for his final session at Chattel Castle and it was granted.
The room, filled with spectators, teepees, victim posts, roaring fires, and implements of torture was filled by noon.
Few at Chattel Castle had ever seen a slave submit to having her tits cut in half, including myself and my Master.
It was a major attraction.
The spectators made way for Adam and Jenny as they entered the room.
It was easy to see that Jenny was far from unharmed as she calmly knelt on the dirt floor in front of the block of wood that would serve as her cutting board.
Adam was true to form.
It took him over a half an hour to bind Jenny to the block.
When he was done Jenny's chest was tied to the twelve by twelve inch, four foot long block of wood that rested on posts sunk into the ground. Her hair had been pulled into a pony tail with a length of rawhide and the other end bound her wrists to her hair.
Her neck was arched way back, her hands almost touching the back of her head.
Her knees were tied to the posts that entered the ground pulling her legs far apart and leaving her cunt exposed for all to see.
Adam took over an hour to whip her already whipped tits fifty times.
Many of the observers were getting restless.
Jenny was again hovering on the brink of fulfillment and begging for release and there wasn't a flaccid cock in attendance as he took up the knife for the first time since entering.
Jenny was bound so stringently that all she could move was the pony tail that hung down her back.
She could tense and untense the muscles underlying her tits but she couldn't move them a fraction of an inch otherwise.
"Look at it Jenny."
Adam held the razor sharp knife over her head so she could see it.
The blade was twelve inches long. It was three inches wide at the hilt and tapered to a point as slender as a needle at the tip.
The surrounding lights and fires made if flash. Turning the knife so the reflected light blinded Jenny's eyes, Adam continued.
"Can you imagine it cutting into your perfect breasts? Can you feel it cutting you open? Can you feel your breasts opened like a side of beef?"
"Feel it Jenny. Anticipate. Savor."
If it wasn't for Jenny's screams you could have heard a pin drop as Adam made the first incision in her left breast where breast was attached to the chest wall.
It took him over five minutes to cut his way to her nipple.
He then did the same to her other breast. Taking just as long.
A red blood line decorated each breast as he returned to her left tit to make his cut deeper.
Jenny was out of her mind as she begged hm to do it even slower.
When he was finished with the second cut on each breast everyone could see Jenny's nipples lying open on the block of wood and two inches inside her flesh.
By the third cut only about an inch of Jenny's breasts remained uncut from chest to nipples, the inch that rested on the block.
Many people left the room to seek out a place to get sick as Adam pulled apart her breasts and thoroughly inspected them from inside out.
Removing his hands from her breasts Adam used one finger to touch her clit. His finger had no more than made contact than everyone knew she was having a mind shattering climax.
As soon as she started to come Adam called Dr. Hubbard forward to close up what he had just opened.
And believe it or not, Jenny continued to come the entire time it took Dr. Hubbard to clean and sew her closed.
Before Dr. Hubbard finished with his task you literally could not escape the room because of the mass orgy that was process.
The last to find sexual relief was Adam, for he had waited until the doctor was done and Jenny released before he eased his cock into her mouth.
Jenny had learned her lesson well.
It took her over a half and hours to make him come.
When Adam finally had his own release the room was empty.
Dr. Hubbard gave Jenny some antibiotics and Adam carried her to her room where they spent the remainder of the day.
It was a surprise to few that Jenny accompanied Adam when he left Chattel Castle.
Two months later we attended their wedding in Vermont. Jenny's unhealed breasts displayed by her low cut wedding gown. Family and guest thought nothing of her condition, after all she was a Smyth.