PART 1: It's early Monday morning and it's hard for three traffic policemen to get into work mode after a leisurely weekend. Vague impressions of their horny dreams from the previous evening still clutter their minds making their cocks sensitive and hungry for attention. Their eyes are much more focused on scouting out some pretty female arse than watching for minor traffic violations. With all three of them egging each other on, it only adds to their sexual frustration making them ready to do just about anything for a cheap sexual thrill.

PC John Lane struts along the pavement with some teas, full of the confidence and authority that being an officer gives him.

He loves the powerful feeling of wearing this uniform and knowing he has the law on his side.

PC Peter McMillan has been partnered with John for a long time and the two believe themselves to be an invincible team who rules these streets. And now they have a new man to induct into their authoritative circle.

John is the sort of stony faced giant that people immediately defer to and respect simply because he exudes a feeling of power.

He's been a policeman longer than Peter who naturally looks up to him. Peter has learned just about everything he knows from this tough officer.

"Here you go rookie," John says.

PC George Leefe gratefully takes the cup. He's incredibly nervous since this is his first day on the job. After a rigorous period of training he's not sure what to expect.

John can see how soft this fresh-faced lad is. He enjoys the fact he's the one who he's seeking approval and instruction from.

George wants to appear confident and together, despite the sick nervous feeling in his stomach. But the harder he tries to appear in control, the more he gives himself away.

They've been out on the street for nearly an hour now and they haven't even issued a citation for driving while speaking on a mobile yet.

George was expecting non-stop action. "Are most mornings this quiet?" he asks.

"With the new speed cameras watching things there isn't much use for us. The cameras pick up all the major violations."

"The old biddies like to see constables out and about. Makes them feel safe and keeps drivers on their toes."

"Not bad eh? Paid to stand around having tea," Peter says.

"Nice," George grins feeling his tension melting away.

"We like to keep ourselves occupied playing a round of 'snooker'."

"Snooker?" George looks between them in confusion. "We each pick a colour of car to pull over," Peter says.

"All drivers must be women," John quickly interjects with a mischievous grin.

"Then we see who can "pot" the most. I've got blue!"

"Alright, I'll be red."

George is baffled that they like to turn their duty into sport, but he likes the sound of it. "You're yellow," Peter informs him since he looks confused.

Peter tries to gauge how George is reacting to all this. They are inducting him into a method of law that isn't by the book and they want to be sure he's up for playing by their rules.

George is simply eager to be accepted and become one of them as quickly as possible. "Right then," he nods confidently keeping a look-out for yellow cars.

The officers watch a number of cars pass by paying more attention to the car colours and drivers more than any possible violation they are making.

Most of the cars which pass have business men driving off to work. They don't give them so much as a second glance. </center>

Just as they are beginning to think this game won't lead anywhere, Peter nudges John to look out for a blue car that's coming around the corner.

"Was that a flash of long hair? I think it was," he says trying to peer at who is in the driver's seat.

"And she just made a turn without indicating."

He proudly points out his find to the other guys, gloating that he's going to be the first to score.

He hikes up his belt and puts on his authoritative professional face.

Seeing that the driver really is a woman, he waves for her to pull over.

Anna pulls her car over feeling an instinctual fear from being stopped even though she knows she hasn't done anything wrong.

Peter quickly checks her out while she rolls her window down and likes what he sees.

Despite being nervous about three officers surrounding her car so suddenly, she trusts that they are simply doing their job efficiently and thinking only about her welfare.

"Would you step out of the car ma'am," Peter says lowering his voice an octave lower than usual to make himself sound more serious.

She's in a bit of a rush and wants to simply skip whatever warning or advice they are about to give. She tosses her hair a little flirtatiously and says, "Sorry, officer I..."

"Just step out of the car," he insists firmly.

She sighs in frustration. 'Fine. Let him give his little lecture about driving at a safe speed to make himself feel big and I'll be on my way,' she thinks.

She steps out and looks around at the officers. The big, serious looking one doesn't even bother to say anything. He simply gestures for her to come near to her.

She hesitates, resenting that he can be so smug in his authority.

He demands she come to him right away.

She slowly comes towards him while Peter smiles conspiratorially at his partner.

He eyes her arse and her slight figure in that prim little suit.

His cock stirs in his trousers and he feels an overwhelming desire to squeeze that pert little behind.

The guys look at each other feeling the same urge, wanting to fuck this girl and do a dozen nasty things to her. They silently agree to back each other up to make this happen.

She feels uncomfortable standing between them but is still willing to give them the benefit of the doubt.

"Ma'am are you aware you didn't indicate at that last turning?" he asks briskly. </a>

"It must have slipped my mind," she says hesitantly.

"Look, I'm in a hurry so if you don't mind..."

She pushes her chest out a little, hoping that he'll like the fact she's playing along and simply let her go quickly.

He does notice her chest and it effectively turns him on.

His dick stirs. Instead of making him go easier on her, it increases his urge to rip her clothes off and screw her like a dirty slut.

"This is serious ma'am," Peter says intimidatingly.

"You could be charged with driving without due care and attention," he comes closer, staring directly into her eyes.

George feels a rush of power he's never had before. He's part of a group of guys all after the same thing and with the authority to back themselves up.

Anna's feeling very uncomfortable now. She understands that they won't be brushed off so easily. "It won't happen again."

"No, it won't," John grabs her arse and pulls her away from the car startling the trembling girl.

She turns away in disgust, but his arm grasps her shoulder firmly letting her know she should stay put.

Anna wonders for a tense second what she should do. Insist they are being unreasonable or simply go along with it?

Peter leans in and starts searching through her things. Although he has no right to do this, she doesn't know that.

Anna feels violated that he's looking through her personal belongings although it's only a few letters and pieces of make-up.

"We see accidents every day," Peter says talking down to her.

They are acting very macho trying to let her know that female drivers like her should be more careful. They are a nuisance on the road.

"That's right. It'd be a shame to see a lovely thing like you hurt," his hand intimately drifts down her back to the curve of her arse.

Struggling to remain composed despite trembling fiercely now she says, "If you could just write me a ticket."

She hopes one of them will take pity and just let her go. She doesn't mind playing the helpless woman if it will just get her out of this uncomfortable situation. "Alright love," John says and nods to George.

George reaches for his pad, unsure where the guys are taking this but willing to play along with whatever they want.

She can't help feeling a little relieved. They'll give her some poxy little fine and it'll be over.

Peter has a quick glance to see if any nosey passersby are watching. They aren't. John grips her and gets close again saying, "I saw you weren't wearing your seatbelt either."

"That's a very bad thing," Peter nods at his partner, silently confirming something to each other.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: "Or does it hurt having the strap over these gorgeous tits?" Peter says spreading open her jacket.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: His hands push her shirt down to emphasise her chest more and the fact she isn't wearing a bra. The sight of those big red nipples pushing out makes his cock go totally stiff.

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<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: George is amazed. Can they really get away with this? He feels nervous and afraid, but a smile slowly creeps up his face as well.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: Anna is disgusted by the way he's violently handling her tits. She's not afraid to stand up for herself, but these are officers and she's afraid that if she rebels it'll only be worse for her.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: John is hungry to feel what she's like as well. He gropes and pinches her breasts much more violently than Peter did.

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<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: Peter enjoys watching her struggle while he slides his finger in and out of her warm hole. George stares hungrily at her pussy wanting more than anything to fuck her hard while his new buddies watch.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: She struggles backward and cries for help, but it makes the cops grip her harder and tell her to shut the fuck up.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: George is so turned on watching Peter play with her pussy he can't stay back.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: She angrily recoils against them all feeling totally trapped.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: "Mmm.... she's getting wet and horny for it now," Peter laughs.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: John grips her hard around the neck making it hard for her to breathe and move.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: He rubs the lips of her pussy, pushing them open wider wanting to get deep inside.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: John's hand reaches up to pull her breast out and roughly squeeze it. Everything is happening so quickly, Anna doesn't even have a chance to react.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: Peter wants to work all his fingers up inside her cunt and fuck her with his hand till she comes right here on the side of the road.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: George can't stand it any longer. He's so horny he wants her to play with his cock.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: He breathes so harshly that John and Peter can tell he's even hornier than they are. He's really one of them now.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: George grabs her hand and pulls it hard down to his crotch.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: She can feel the fat erection throbbing in his trousers while the other guys' coarse hands rubs over every part of her body.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: Peter laughs seeing her fingers pressed over the contours of George's erection. His finger whips back and forth over the lips of her pussy.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: John rubs his body up against her, squeezing her breast so hard he's almost causing a bruise.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: Peter eagerly fingers the inside of her lips, forcing her thighs wide open like he's going to fuck her.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: John hungrily studies her tortured expression wanting to see her moan and cry.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: George rubs her hand up and down over his hardon forcing her to jerk him off.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: Her clothes rip and tear as the men roughly pull them aside to get to her privates.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: They feel such a tremendous vicious power, it's like nothing in the world can stop them.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: George licks her face long and hard wanting to leave his mark on this bitch and let her know she belongs to him.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: She whips her head away in disgust, gritting her teeth in her fury.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: Peter awkwardly fucks her with his finger while John holds her up.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: They feel like they could tear her clothes off right here and fuck her in every hole. What could she do about it?

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: She can feel their hands roughly caressing the insides of her thighs and the hot eager head of George's cock pressing against his uniform trousers.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: Like a trapped cat fighting for its life with every last ounce of energy it has, she pushes herself out of their arms.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: She nearly falls to the ground, leaping past them with her skirt still riding up around her waist. The officers chuckle.

<center> <img src="../warning.jpg" width="50" height="44" valign="middle"> WARNING: The following series of photos graphically depict a serious sexual assault by 3 men on a woman. This is NOT CFNM. If you think this may upset you please DO NOT look at it. </center> 1. The purpose of the scene is to show you the sort of people these 3 fictitious policemen are so that we may appreciate what happens to them during the rest of the story. 2. CFNM.NET has been published for many years and during that time the idea of the creative team behind it working on a similar site offering CMNF material has occasionally been raised. We have steadfastly refused to do this. Obviously curiosity remains about what a CMNF site might look like. Well this sequence, although not CMNF, gives some insight into that and, if you decide to view it, I hope it becomes clear why we refuse to go further and create a CMNF site. 3. Once again, if you suspect you may be upset by this scene please skip it and pick up the story later. CAPTION: She roughly pulls the skirt down, but only really cares about getting as far away from here as possible.

She can still feel those arseholes' hands on her breasts and pussy. It makes her sick.

Anna guns the motor and throws it into reverse while the officers simply watch laughing excitedly.

He's buzzing off from the sensuous feeling of her warm moist pussy.

They laugh harshly and wave. She looks away in disgust and turns the wheel to get out of there.

"Drive safely now Ma'am," Peter calls after the car speeding away.

Peter smiles wide thinking how the randy bitch loved every second of it. It's good to be on the side of the law. He's got the first point and the day has only just begun.

PART 2: It's the height of Summer. In the rural countryside young guys don't have much to do but fuck and get into trouble. They parade around in their LaCoste tracksuits, gold-imitation jewellery and Adidas trainers acting like they run the place. No one wants to mess with them because these scally lads have nothing to lose - or so they think.

Marching through a field Romeo chats on the phone with his buddy Travis, "Yeah man Ceejay's promised me right he can get me a piece. "

"A piece?! Can he get me one?" Travis replies.

"Actually he texted me 2 weeks about it and I've heard nothing. Reckon he's got Shaznay up the duff and's keepin a low profile," Romeo laughs.

"Fuck me man. How we gonna do over H Samuel now wivout a piece man?" Travis yells.

"Eazeee," Romeo replies. "I did it the other week man. My homey Dewayne distracted the man and I reached over the side right and got meself a couple a rocks the size of me fist."

He pauses for a few seconds, trying to make his story sound more dramatic, "There was an old girl watching me through the winda across the street from KFC. Just smiled and walked away once I was done. She was dressed real fancy. Probably comes from that big mansion."

"Yeah, I hear no one lives there but a few old girls..." Travis says.

The mysterious mansion buried deep in the countryside has become the subject of many urban legends. No one knows exactly who lives in it or what happens there. People often see expensive cars going in and out of the estate. But no one in the small town has ever set foot on the property.

"And I bet they've got a mountain of money!" Romeo muses.

"Jewels and gold," he continues enthusiastically. "Every time I see one they're dripping in bling man."

"Wouldn't need a piece to do those old biddies over. And YOU can't go back to H Samuel's now can ya?" Travis eggs him on. This is something that has come up many times before, but his friends have always poked fun at him for not having the balls to really break into the mansion.

Taking the bait Romeo says, "And what if those women caught me? Like they could put up a fight! Even you could batta them man."

"I'm tired of all your talk bout that castle mate. Forget it. You'll never follow through," Travis says to him. "Alright. You'll see. This afternoon. For real," Romeo promises.

He hangs up the phone and ambles along the pathway excitedly now that he's got a purpose.

Romeo thinks this is a chance to prove what a crazy bastard he is. Besides, he's bored as fuck and desperately wants some action in his life.

His mind races coming up with a plan to plunder that mansion and he smiles thinking of all the cool shit he can buy with what he steals. He can't believe he hasn't worked up the courage to do this before. It'll be a cinch.

PART 3: The mysterious mansion lies deep in the countryside miles from any other houses. No one ever has any reason to travel out to this part of the country other than to try to get a glimpse of the mansion to see who is in there. If it weren't for the occasional expensive car seen driving to or from the estate people would assume that it was abandoned. Some believe that it houses a minor member of the royal family and others think it's a base for a mafia clan. Everyone agrees that whoever lives there must be very old and the estate run down.

Romeo has walked out to the estate on his own. He's been circling around the perimeter trying to find an inconspicuous way in, but all the walls bordering the property are very high.

It's completely silent except for the sounds of buzzing insects. It seems like there isn't anyone else out here, but Romeo still treads very carefully scouting the place out.

His heart is thumping in nervous excitement. It's the same feeling he always gets before doing something unlawful. He's addicted to it. It makes him feel alive.

He comes upon a break in the high gates and for the first time he sees a small sliver of the massive house which stands behind the walls.

He looks around quickly trying to spot if anyone is around and tells himself, "Keep quiet and don't do anything stupid man."

"Shit! It's like a fucking castle!" he thinks. "They must have so much money and shit they won't notice if anything is missing for months."

There's an area in the fence that he'll fit through and then he'll have to climb through the massive bushes.

For a second he wonders if he's way over his head trying to pull off this job. But it's so quiet, it's like there's no one around for miles.

Half-way through he freezes hearing what sounds like women's laughter. Beads of sweat are dripping down his back. He moves painfully slow, making as little noise as possible.

He's almost through and he can't believe how simple this is. Whoever lives here doesn't have any security system or anything. People this stupid deserve to be robbed.

He carefully climbs through the bushes keeping low, his eyes darting around frantically to see if anyone is about.

Not seeing anyone, he straightens up but then he freezes in place. This is something he most definitely didn't expect.

There's a group of women laying out by the pool sunbathing and they are... young!

Romeo forgets being cautious and strains to get a better look.

He sees beautiful long female legs shimmering under the sun and the majestic house they all must live in. This place looks like absolute paradise to him.

Staring at the women stretched out tanning he feels his cock stirring in his track suit bottoms. He suddenly realizes it's been days since he's had a good wank.

A woman walks out towards the pool and Romeo recoils back a little hiding in the bushes.

Her hair is flowing behind her in the light breeze and she walks with tremendous confidence.

Romeo's mind races thinking about these girls isolated in the country, no man to satisfy them. They must be gagging for a fuck. Then he tries to remind himself what he's really doing here.

"Ladies we just received a call. There is going to be a new delivery of stallions," she says to the girls sunbathing.

The girls sit up excitedly. "When? How many?" the ask enthusiastically. "No more details as yet. Anna made the call." she replies.

He listens quietly keeping in the shadows. He wants to find out if there are actually any men around before he makes a move. If not, plundering this house will be the easiest thing he's ever done.

The women sunbathing eagerly leap up to follow the other woman. Romeo is incredibly curious about them.

He'd love to stick it to one of them, but he decides he'll have to wait for another time. He needs to steal what he can and get out as quickly as possible.

He creeps out slowly seeing them leave. They'll be busy in their stables playing with their new horses all day while he cleans them out. Easy. </center>

PART 4: Romeo can't believe his eyes looking at the gorgeous women and lush surroundings of the beautifully manicured estate. For someone like him who grew up on a council estate surrounded by run-down concrete structures, it seems like he's stepped into a fairy tale. He curses the fact he has never worked up the courage to climb over the wall before.

Romeo stares after the women for a moment waiting to see if they come back. "I wonder if they need a pimp?" he wonders.

After several moments of silence, he creeps out of the bushes.

His eyes remain fixed on the door as he crawls stealthily closer looking out for any movement.

His heart is racing as he climbs up the wall to the inner gardens of the estate.

He feels sleek and invisible like a cat. Even when he's been caught stealing something before he's always been able to outrun whoever is chasing him - whether it's some bird in high heels or a tubby security guard.

The sun is shining brightly and he can't hear any sound coming from the mansion other than the buzzing of the insects or the occasional twittering bird.

His focus wavers as he's confronted with the stunning sight of the wealthy mansion. His eyes drift to the sculpted bushes and crystal blue water of the pool.

It enrages him that some people get to lounge around sipping champagne all the time while he has to suffer living in a dump.

Staring down at the pool a devilish voice inside him whispers, 'Jump in!'

His impulse is to follow the voice. He prides himself on acting on his impulses. It is a VERY hot day.

"You're a crazy man!" he says as if congratulating himself.

It's not really the actual things he steals which excites him so much as doing things like this. He gets off on the dare and the admiration it garners him following through when no one else has the balls to do it.

He slips his shirt off before he breaks down and changes his mind.

The hot blood is rushing through his veins as he strips off.

'Who could pull off a stunt like this? Fucking no-one! Except the king Romeo!' he thinks.

It gives him a rush getting naked at a stranger's place like this.

He can't wait to tell his friends about it. They probably won't believe him, but he'll know it's true.

He decides he'll quickly jump in the pool and then get out. Then he can sneak into the house and steal what he wants before anyone sees.

Romeo quickly scans the premises and sees nobody.

He can feel the warm Summer air on every inch of his flesh and a soft wind blowing under his bollocks.

Standing at the edge of the pool, he feels an incredible thrill knowing this is actually happening and he's about to plunge into those hot girls' pool naked.

He throws himself head first into the pool, making a clumsy dive.

He slides beneath the water like a fish feeling the cool sting of the water over every part of his body.

"Yeow!" he cries out involuntarily shocked by the cold water.

For a split second he forgot the dangerous situation he's in. He quickly looks around but there is no response to his yell. </center>

There seems to be acres of land and a million rooms in that house. Those few women must be somewhere far away by now.

Excitedly he flips over and does some more swimming.

He and his friends always had underwater headstand competitions to see who could last the longest. He makes a very shaky one and falls over immediately.

His criminal mind is always on the look-out for trouble.

But there is absolutely no one about, not even a sound coming from the building. They could have all got in a car and gone for a drive for all he knows.

He swims underwater back and forth across the pool.

After only a few minutes swimming around he's filled with self-confidence like he owns the place.

He cries out again, this time feeling assured that no one is going to hear him. He can make as much noise as he likes.

His clothes lie in a pile beside the pool, forgotten.

He does another head-stand seeing if he can break his record for staying under water.

He fumbles toppling over and tries to launch himself up kicking off from the side of the pool.

He manages to hold himself straight up and feels his dick and balls flop down towards the water.

The women exiting the house begin walking back towards the pool but pause for a moment spotting something.

He comes up gasping for air, his eyes filled with water, and then dives back under again.

The women calmly but purposefully walk back towards the pool.

Achieving another perfect head stand he silently cheers himself. 'Romeo is the fuckin champ!!!'

The women smile coming around the pool.

They step over the gravel lightly, quietly making their way so they can simply observe what the naked young man in the pool is doing.

He splashes about waving his legs in the air trying to straighten up again.

They circle around the perimeter, closing in on him observing his body.

His dick slaps against the water and his muscular legs whip back and forth in the air. </a>

She strokes her riding crop focusing on his genitals, silently walking around him.

His balls are very tight from the cold water.

He couldn't escape now even if he came up for air, leapt out of the water and ran.

The women stand around the edge of the pool watching him intently, not saying a word to each other and waiting.

PART 5: Lulled into believing he's stumbled into a paradise for the taking, Romeo is enjoying himself playing in the pool. He doesn't see why he should have to work for anything in life. Many people were simply born into this kind of lifestyle. He deserves to live like a prince just as much as anyone else. But, unbeknownst to him, the mysterious women have gathered around watching with evident curiosity and amusement.

Romeo's legs scissor-kick the air and he fumbles backwards trying to achieve the perfect head stand.

The women wait patiently observing how his round bum gleams in the powerful sunlight and his hairy bits flop about in the water.

Romeo comes up for air and shakes the water out of his eyes. For a second, he thinks he's seeing things but then it's clear that a group of women have surrounded the pool. "Oh shit!" he mutters.

"Enjoying your swim?" Claudia asks coolly.

He slowly swims to the edge of the pool feeling a wrenching pain in his gut from having been caught.

Staring up from the pool, the scantily clad women look enormous and statuesque. His mind races to think of some excuse for why he's swimming naked in their pool. He worries about how to get out while covering himself and realises there's no way to do it but simply climb out bare-arsed.

He's certain the women will just take this whole incident as a little joke and he can slip out of here without the police getting involved.

He lumbers out of the pool aware of his arse opening up in front of their eyes and his dick and balls dangling out in the open.

The women all chuckle and he feels a sting of embarrassment being so awkward and exposed.

He covers his genitals up feeling intimidated by the way they are staring at him so intensely, his mind still racing trying to think of something to say.

Turning around he's aware that his arse is exposed as well. He turns so that she can't see it anymore.

He always likes to spy on girls trying to peek up their skirts or get to see a flash of tit, but now that he's the one that's been caught out it feels embarrassing and wrong.

They turn to face the cowering shivering boy and slowly come closer. His bare skin is chilled from the cool water even though the Summer air is thick and hot.

Romeo is famous for his smashing one-liners and witty remarks, but somehow he can't think of anything to say to distract from the fact he's broken into these women's property.

They approach him staring up and down his body and he has the distinct impression that they are sizing him up for something, making some kind of evaluation of his body.

They approach him with such ease and mysterious intent, their powerful female bodies shining in the sun, that he's completely unnerved by them.

"I am... err..." he mutters desperately trying to form something, anything to say.

He backs away as they come closer wanting to make a dash for it, but aware that he's totally naked. How can he get anywhere like this?

Instinctive warning signals flash red in his mind as they rapidly approach him.

He feels how every inch of his body is completely bare in front of their gaze. He's totally exposed and vulnerable.

Seeing the eagerness in their eyes and a glint of ominous power, he decides he'll leap over the wall and run, no matter that he doesn't have a stitch on him.

Before he can move a muscle, one of the women leaps upon him so quickly he doesn't even have time to catch his breath.

She skilfully throws him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him and momentarily immobilizing the naked boy.

The women immediately set upon him kicking and beating him so rapidly he can't defend himself.

He raises his trembling arms to ward them off, but he's helpless to prevent the blows to his chest and stomach. </center>

The women sweep their hair back and smile standing over him looking incredibly powerful.

He tries to pull himself up, but he's stunned when one of the women leaps over him pushing him back down in place.

He desperately wants to cover up his exposed genitals which feel so vulnerable out in the open.

Claudia gazes down at his dick as if she is rating him and trying to decide something.

The women roughly pull his arms back so he's completely immobilized.

Claudia smiles darkly and looks down at the bushes.

She reaches for some nettles whose branches have sharp pointed spikes running up the entire length of them.

Romeo desperately looks around heaving for breath and smarting from the sharp kicks from the ladies.

They have his arms and legs down so firmly he can't move! Claudia stands imposingly over him staring down at his tender penis and balls.

Gretchen sees the stinging nettles Claudia has and grins excitedly.

With the bright sun in his eyes, Romeo can only partly see the woman standing over him with something in her hand but it terrifies him. "Help!" he cries out.

His body wriggles from side to side, but he's unable to move.

"These nettles may sting a little," Claudia says with mock concern, like a nurse about to administer a shot who really enjoys the pain she's giving.

"No! Help!" he shouts in a panic seeing her approach his sensitive cock.

The prickly spikes surround his soft balls and the leaves brush against the sensitive tip of his penis.

The sensation sends shock waves through his body forcing him to cry out.

She tightens the spiky branch around his genitals forming a wreath, his penis flops about inside like a little trapped animal.

Feeling the branch pricking his balls and dick creates many strange sensations in Romeo's body producing a new kind of discomfort.

It makes him incredibly conscious of his genitals and how exposed they are to these mysterious dominant women who are laughing at them.

The tender head of his cock brushes against the dozens of miniscule spikes causing it to shrink back much to the women's amusement.

He moans uncomfortably struggling against what feels like dozens of hands pinning him to the ground.

Claudia arranges the nettles around his cock making them scrape lightly against his skin, licking at every exposed part with their devilish prickles. </a>

"Ouch! Help me!" he cries pathetically, his cock beginning to feel on fire.

"Oh Help me!" Gretchen mocks him holding his arms firmly down.

The women laugh hysterically seeing his vulnerable little privates ringed with the nettles.

Claudia twists them around so his cock rests fully on the jagged leaves making Romeo cry for mercy.

It's like a hundred tiny needles are being used to prod the length of his shaft and the plump tingling glans, each injecting just enough irritating poison.

He feels incredibly small and powerless that this group of bathing ladies have been able to make him submit so easily.

Claudia pats the leaves driving the spikes into his scrotum. This wears his nerves raw, giving them a razor-sharp awareness.

"Oh please! Stop!" he cries frantically hoping they will show mercy.

Bianca bursts out laughing, "Don't you know where you've broken into little boy?"

The women tower over him grabbing a limb each.

His mind is reeling from being so roughly handled. He realizes too late what a horrific mistake he's made forcing his way into this estate.

The women easily lift him up and carry the muscular young lad who is trembling fearing for his life.

Laughing with delight and working together with a pernicious shared intent they bring him to the edge of the pool.

Romeo stares up at the women mystified and feels his body begin to sway frighteningly back and forth. His heart is beating at a frantic pace.

As soon as he realizes what's about to happen and begins wriggling wildly to escape, the women toss his lively body into the pool.

An enormous splash of water shoots up and the women cheer together and break into hysterical laughter. Now they have him trapped right where they want him.

PART 6: The beautiful country estate has suddenly revealed itself to be a sinister trap. Stark naked Romeo is now in the hands of the sunbathing girls who are treating him like a new toy that they can do whatever they want to. He cried out as loud as he could as the women threw him into the pool, but with no neighbours for miles around there isn't a chance that anyone will hear him.

Howling in fear as he lands in the pool, Romeo gets a mouthful of cool water. Momentarily stunned he drops like a stone and flounders beneath the surface.

The women laugh seeing Bianca jump into the pool after him. They know how insatiable and demanding she is.

As soon as Romeo rises up for a single gulp of air, Bianca grabs a fistful of his hair and shoves him back under the water.

Romeo screams under water and tries to come back up but Bianca holds him firmly down.

Grinning with excitement she unhitches one side of her bikini bottoms while keeping him under.

A stream of bubbles swell to the surface. Romeo is absolutely panicking.

His eyes flutter open under the water and he unexpectedly finds himself faced with Bianca's exposed pussy.

She pulls his head towards it startling the terrified boy beyond belief.

"Lick me out boy!" Bianca orders.

He tries to pull away from her as he's desperate for some air and he is actually much less sexually experienced than he claims to be when with his friends. He's never licked a girl's vagina before and would rather not drown learning.

But Bianca holds him firmly under the water letting him know that he won't be allowed to surface until she's been satisfied.

He pushes his tongue out and clumsily laps at the lips of her pussy.

"More!" she insists pulling his head closer.

Gagging for breath, Romeo struggles to please her working his tongue inside her.

"Save a little for me darling!" Elizabeth calls out.

The women laugh seeing how he's struggling under water so much like he's close to drowning. This will be a lesson in how to treat women that he won't soon forget.

Clutching at the powerful women for his life, Romeo works his tongue around Bianca's pussy.

Bianca moans with delight, not only pleased with the way he's stimulating her but with the high she gets off from dominating the hapless lad.

She feels how much he's fighting for air with the bubbles rapidly rising up, but she keeps him firmly down beneath the water's surface.

His tongue flicks inside her and his life air rapidly escapes from his lungs.

The mixed sensation of the bubbles and his desperate tongue working desperately inside her is glorious.

She possessively pulls his head towards her as if his very life now belongs to her.

She gets an incredible high off from taking this strange boy who has appeared out of nowhere and making him into her oral slave.

Romeo can feel his chest constricting as he's desperate for air. She rocks his head back and forth over her crotch making him continue. Every second feels impossibly long.

The calm tranquil atmosphere above the surface of the water betrays the unbelievable struggle Romeo is undergoing as he tries to please the dominant woman. </center>

She feels his body flailing out of control under the water while her climax quickly mounts. He will learn that the only thing that's important is women's pleasure.

It's a new bright sunny day and the traffic cops are idling along the road again. George has quickly eased into the job and there are the unexpected perks of being in the police. But something isn't right today.

He's started a new game of snooker with PC Peter, but they haven't found any nice birds like that one the other day. It doesn't feel the same when it's just the two of them playing. "Where's John today?" he asks.

"Don't know," Peter says. "Haven't known him to miss a day. But he's probably called in sick."

"But the Chief hasn't heard from him," George says puzzled.

"Fuck him. Right, back to the game. All you need is one black car to win."

George scans the road for cars coming up. No such luck today.

"Silver will do," he says to Peter who spots something down the road coming towards them.

His eyes are instantly drawn to the long feminine legs clattering down the pavement in a pair of absurd clear high heels.

Peter can't work it out and goes completely silent as if his sexual radar is honing in.

George looks at Peter, wondering what's up.

George too now stares at the strange pair, agog. He thought he'd see some odd sights after joining the police but this?

Is that a prostitute helping granny across the street. Around here? They think it's almost too easy. They could be fucking her in an alleyway in thirty seconds flat. For no fee, obviously.

Both of them laugh at the sight. These are the type of helpless women who wouldn't survive two minutes out in the world if there wasn't officers like them to protect them from being mollested and mugged by every passerby.

The granny carefully makes her way across the road almost stumbling. The girl is practically falling over herself, her heels are so high.

"Looks like granny needs a hand," Peter says.

The girl's little dress flutters in the breeze. George wonders if he can frisk her to see if she's wearing any underwear.

"Granny's helper needs a hand!"

She smiles at them in a friendly way. They both look so totally innocent.

PART 7: The confident policemen think women should be grateful for their "protection". They know full well that it's wrong when they grope and feel-up girls who they stop. But the police officers think the women should get used to it. It could be much worse if they weren't there to protect them. They are also confident that the women pose no threat. If it ever comes down to one woman's testimony against a group of upstanding officers, then it's clear who is going to win. These men realize that power is everything and whoever has that power can design the rules that others must follow.

"Morning ladies," George says tipping his hat.

The women smile and continue walking as if they don't need help, but the men persist. Blatantly eyeing up her chest, Peter says, "Looked like you girls needed a helping hand."

"Thank you young man," the old granny says.

Peter's hand curls intimately around the girl's waist. "Yes! Thank you," she says regaining her balance after stumbling a little on her high heels.

She talks in a high-pitched ditzy voice, "A man told us there was a bus stop down here, but Nana can't walk very far."

Granny stumbles a little and George strengthens his hold on her arm, a little resentful he has to be the one escorting the old lady.

"Oh, there's not a stop down this street," Peter explains clutching her waist. "Good job we're here to help."

"Oh," she hums seemingly obvious to his hand on her sliding upwards.

"Did he say it was a bus stop or a train stop down this street?" she wonders aloud to herself. "Maybe it was a train stop." His hand strokes her breast, but she doesn't flinch.

George sees how Peter is putting the moves on her and he wonders how they can lose the granny so the three of them can have some fun.

He plays with her tit a little surprised she isn't throwing up any resistance. Somehow it doesn't seem as fun when they don't struggle.

Up ahead of them a car violently swerves around the corner.

It speeds down the street at an incredible rate, well over the designated speed limit of this residential neighbourhood and passes them.

They see the car turn around and come back towards them. Everyone stares at it in surprise. "What the fuck!" Peter says.

George sees an opportunity for him to score the final point he needs for his game. The granny watches him carefully.

Peter's a little annoyed that they've been interrupted, but he sees that George is about to make a move. At least this little lady won't be able to go too far on those heels while they take care of this speeding driver. "Here you go George."

George boldly steps out and stops the car having grown confident at flaunting his authority after only a short time on the beat.

He insists that the driver pull over to the side.

The driver doesn't roll down the window, but simply stares ahead waiting. Even after George orders, "Out of the motor love!" nobody moves.

"Drivers these days have such trouble seeing. They need carrots to help improve their vision, that's what they need," the granny calls out to the officer.

"Stand back and let us handle this ma'am," he says brushing her back without concern.

Seeing that he's ignoring her completely she continues, "My Jimmy says that after eating a plate of carrots he's able to see better when driving at night. Course if the streets were better lit it might be easier for drivers."

She reaches around and smothers his mouth and nose with a handkerchief she surreptitiously pulled from her sleeve.

He struggles backwards, but the woman's ability to hold him up is far from feeble.

Peter smells a sharp scent and then everything in his vision starts to spin. </center>

He collapses to the ground struggling, but she firmly holds the handkerchief over his mouth and nose.

George is totally stunned and can't understand what's happening. He assumes Peter suddenly fainted for some reason and the old woman was trying to help him.

Peter lies on the ground completely unconscious.

He crouches down and tries shaking Peter. "Hey mate! You alright?"

His mind races trying to recall his emergency first aid training while the younger woman creeps up behind him. 'What's the first thing I'm supposed to do?' he wonders. 'Check for danger?'

She covers his face with another handkerchief laced with chloroform.

George struggles for a few seconds and then falls backwards inhaling the stuff deeply in surprise.

He collapses backward helplessly while the women circle around him.

'Must radio for help," he thinks futilely feeling his head spin as he gags for air. Then everything goes black.

The young woman grins feeling him go limp. She holds the handkerchief over his face for a few more seconds to make sure he is really out.

The men lay unconscious at their feet while the women smile triumphantly at each other.

She straightens up, suddenly transforming from an air head to a confident woman.

Men have always underestimated her based on her appearance. She likes to give them the benefit of the doubt even when there is evidence against them. But given how she's just been treated, she thinks these men deserve exactly what's coming to them.

The granny stares down seriously at the two men remembering.

She reaches up and whips off her wig and scarf.

She shakes her hair out and allows herself to enjoy this glorious moment of triumph. This entire morning was carefully planned and went off exactly as they wanted.

These men won't ever fuck with her or any other woman again.

They leave the men lying in the dirt and open up the back of the car.

"See. I told you, there's plenty of room for them in here," one girl says to the other as they both stare down at the man struggling violently in a panic.

The day is beautiful and warm. The sun is shining strong. It's the perfect day for a ride out in the country. The ladies have been out in the carriage all morning.

Beatrice and Jocelyn both brandish their whips to spur the slaves pulling the carriage forward. The men are sweating and breathing heavily after the prolonged strain of dragging the carriage over the rural roads.

The men pant furiously feeling the sharp whips cracking against their backs. They are slowly and methodically being taught their place. Their dicks and balls swing wildly as they lumber forward under their mistresses' command. One would assume that this is the life they were born into, but in fact each of these successful men held positions of high authority and power up until very recently. </a>

PART 8: The leisurely life of the ladies in the enormous estate set deep in the country seems like something out of a fairy tale. There are naked men who serve them in every part of their daily life so that the women are able to relax and enjoy their nudity, while the men serve as slaves. But this is no fantasy. The women in the estate have active lives outside of the estate as esteemed members of high society - just as the men used to. This is simply a special space where male nudity is the law and the women reign with absolute domestic supremacy.

The estate has been in the Countess' family for centuries. It has always been the law on the premises that men serve naked. Because of their class and wealth, the Countess and her family have been able to maintain this tradition and relish it in secret.

One of the ladies spotted the carriage coming in the distance and have gone outside to greet the Countess upon her return.

The men march along under the women's reigns, every muscle in the their bodies burns and feels like it is about to snap from dragging the heavy carriage all morning.

Jocelyn lashes their bare backs over and over as a way of physically reminding them that they are there to serve her and exist beneath her.

"Here they come!" Bianca sings spying the carriage thundering down the pathway towards the mansion.

The slaves feel like they are about to collapse any second, yet they dredge up reserved energy to carry on given the persistent whipping from the Countess.

The women are delighted seeing the strapping muscular men naked, panting and labouring to serve their mistress with every ounce of their bodies.

"Faster my pets!" Jocelyn shouts cracking the reigns.

The Countess' niece Beatrice loves being able to ride in the carriage like this with a naked man at the end of her leash while she sits comfortably.

Ever since she was a little girl, she's enjoyed taunting naked boys and causing them pain.

Under considerable mental and physical strain, the men are conscious of their submissive appearance every moment. Their big sensitive dicks flap back and forth against their powerful muscular thighs.

The slave on the right recalls all the intense physical training he underwent when preparing for the Olympic 100m sprinting try outs. None of it compares to the intensity of labour he's undergone since arriving at the Countess' estate.

"It's been such a lovely morning," Jocelyn mentions to her niece. "The weather is supposed to remain this beautiful all week so we should do the same ride tomorrow. Perhaps go a bit further."

Aware that there is to be no end to their service, the men painfully push forward while the ladies spur them on.

Seeing the other ladies up ahead waiting to greet them, increases Jocelyn's pleasure in openly dominating her naked male slaves.

After parading around the countryside, the men feel like the entire world has witnessed their nudity and their servile status beneath the ladies.

The blistering heat has drained them. They hope that they'll receive some water and rest after serving their mistress so faithfully.

They come to the doors and the waiting ladies look the sweating naked beasts over fully. Jocelyn pulls on the reigns signalling that they should halt.

"Thank you for the ride Auntie," Beatrice says ignoring how the naked men who pulled the carriage are gasping for breath. "I would like to ride up that hill we saw tomorrow."

One the slaves automatically comes around the side. He is careful to remember his duties knowing how displeased she'll become if he doesn't.

His body was once valued as an incredible instrument that once won him a medal for running so fast. Now it's being used as a step for his lady.

He kneels on the ground feeling incredibly low next to the ladies.

Staring ahead he anticipates the pain of being stepped on before it happens. His body recalls the sensation of the women's weight on his back and instinctively his muscles tighten.

No one but the Countess knows the mysterious circumstances which brought him from such a respectable position in the athletic world to this servile state, but he will serve her without question for the rest of his life.

The Countess rests a hand on the other's head as this constant and total service is expected. </center>

She skips down on the man's back to meet her friends.

He stiffens his back to receive her weight, his proud arse pointing vulnerably up in the air.

Her sharp heel digs into the sensitive area of his lower back making every muscle in his body shake from the strain. He bites down hard on the bit.

He wants to collapse into the dirt in pain, but he struggles to remain kneeling.

"Greetings ladies!" Jocelyn says with delight. They kiss cheeks and the women coo back, "Hello darling."

"You look wonderful Countess!" the women gush. He hears the women laughing and exchanging pleasantries, leaving him kneeling on the ground as if forgotten.

Rather than carelessly stepping out as her aunt did, Beatrice looks down at the naked man kneeling before her.

She places her foot on his back carefully, making sure the sharp pointed heel connects directly with his spine. He tenses in terror.

Leaning her weight onto him she enjoys seeing how the shoe drives into his back causing him the maximum amount of pain.

It feels like she's taken a razor to a raw open nerve. Pain shoots throughout his entire body and he does all he can to suppress a scream.

She pushes down on his back letting him know that she's intentionally causing this excruciating pain.

"Lady Beatrice," the women smile affectionately and kiss her on the cheek.

He hears the women compliment her dress and ask her how the morning's ride was. Dehydrated and defeated he waits on the ground.

The women gather around the newly arrived niece with such warmth and familiarity.

It makes her tingle with excitement thinking of the naked man in pain she's left on the ground.

The men stand at attention should the women need anything from them - just hoping that these strong feminine women might show them the slightest attention.

"I hear you have trapped a mount for me?" she asks standing tall and superior.

The Countess is equally eager to hear about this new capture.

"We've had tremendous good fortune," Claudia says. The men cautiously listen in.

The women are talking so pleasantly it's as if they are discussing the purchase of a new luxury car.

"We've captured a healthy young colt for you to play with."

"Auntie Jocelyn. I want to see it right away!" Beatrice beams over-eager. </a>

"Certainly dear," she says obligingly. She knows she spoils the young girl, but she is her only niece after all.

Beatrice grins excitedly. She always gets what she wants.

"Ladies please accompany my niece to the kennels. I'm sure you've found a fine specimen..."

Beatrice is so giddy with excitement she can't wait. She absolutely craves exhibiting her power over lesser creatures.

"I'm really looking forward to the regatta," Jocelyn adds before leaving.

Bouncing up and down, Beatrice whips her riding crop through the air as if testing its strength.

"A new crop?"

She grins mischievously as if accepting a silent dare to try it out.

With lightening speed she snaps at the man's vulnerable cock coming incredibly close to it.

The men remain dutifully in place, but tense in fear seeing the riding crop swinging perilously close to their bodies. Beatrice waves it through the air with abandon.

"It's vicious." She likes that the women are shocked by how brazenly she acts and she can feel how nervous she's making the naked slaves.

She whips the crop hard against his soft balls and dick.

A jolt of pain shoots through his body and he bites down hard, grunting.

The women are startled and laugh at how naughty she's being.

She feels a familiar thrill delivering such a sharp intimate pain. "I'm simply dying to use it in competition."

"This colt had better be up to scratch. For it's sake."

"Stop fooling around my pets," Jocelyn chides them. "Come inside. I want my massage."

The women laugh at the naked men's expense and turn away from them.

The men obediently follow after the Countess, their cocks stinging and their muscles aching. They are utterly loyal to her and the pain they feel is a reminder of this devotion.

The women link arms and carry on together.

"Is the colt ready for inspection now?" Beatrice asks eagerly.

"Yes. You can do with him what you like," Claudia says. "There will be some other stallions for you if you ruin him."

The women are overcome with laughter as they make their way to the kennels. They've heard how unruly Beatrice gets when her aunt isn't around to keep an eye on her.

PART 9: The Countess' sadistic niece Beatrice has only just arrived at her aunt's stately home, but she is already strutting around the place like she owns it. She's very accustomed to handling naked men and she loves to try out the latest thing as soon as she can. For her the compulsive urge to humiliate and dominate naked men comes naturally having done it all her life. Even when she was young she baited the boys from school back to her home where she would strip them and put them in metal cages that were meant to house rabbits. She lives to control men.

Claudia enters the stable looking for the new capture they stored here. But there appears to be no one in sight.

Beatrice marches up to where a chain is leading into one of the paddocks. She pulls on it strongly to get the timid boy out in the open.

He stumbles out into the sunlight, naked as the women locked him in here without any clothes.

Romeo has no idea what's happening to him, but is resentful that these women are treating him in such a demeaning way. It's disconcerting to him they seem to get so much pleasure out of it. He proudly believes that he could walk out any time he wants to, if only he can get free of this chain.

Beatrice frowns down at him severely, "Stand up straight!"

She pulls on the chain and Romeo complies. The leather collar rubs uncomfortably against his neck, but he refuses to give any of these women the satisfaction of seeing that he's in the slightest pain no matter what they do.

"He's called Romeo," Claudia says recognizing what a sadistic command Beatrice already has on the boy. She acts as the general to Beatrice's powerful lead.

"Romeo? Isn't he absolutely adorable!?" Beatrice smiles and quickly begins assessing the goods.

She runs her hand down his chest testing to see how prominent his muscles are.

She sharply pinches his nipple. Romeo resents being treated like some kind of beast she's inspecting before purchase.

Beatrice has a look around the back and tuts. She makes him turn around.

She gestures to the lash marks over Romeo's arse.

Beatrice scolds him adding a few sharp smacks to his bum as well.

Romeo hangs his head and looks away. "Bit of a naughty colt is he?" she asks. "When we got him he was trying to break into the house and steal." Claudia informs her.

"Dear dear dear. Trying to steal from us were you?" Beatrice asks him sympathetically. "He needed a thorough beating," Claudia adds. Romeo is too nervous to meet Beatrice's eyes.

His face is growing hot with anger being made to stand here in this humiliating way. He can feel the power Beatrice has and how she relishes holding it over him.

Suddenly her mood changes and she yanks his chain forcing him to face her like a man.

"Hmm. Well if he misbehaves much more I'll have to consider gelding him," she says staring him in the face.

Romeo instinctively feels his dick and balls contract. The threat seems so real given how exposed and vulnerable he is.

To emphasise that she is definitely not just making idle threats Beatrice grabs him hard by the balls, but he still doesn't break so she orders "Lie down!" She feels the familiar warm rush she gets dominating a man like this. She also enjoys displaying her knowledge and power to the other women.

Romeo lays back on the dirty concrete beneath all the women. He feels small and insignificant in this position.

Staring up he sees Beatrice's look of satisfaction and desire as she stares down at his body, calm and completely in control.

She places one foot on his chest. This ominous threat makes his blood rush knowing that she could easily step down, breaking a few ribs.

She rubs the dirty bottom of her shoe over his cock head, grinding at the sensitive skin and causing him to wince in pain.

The acute pain she's causing and the terrifying feeling of lying so low beneath all these tall women is causing an agony he can't hide. </center>

"Know your place. This is what you're for CUNT!" Beatrice says towering over him.

She pushes his face with the sole of her shoe to emphasise the point.

Pressing down, his ear grates against the concrete and he feels a pressure in his skull. He's beginning to realize how low he is compared to these women.

Beatrice glows with power stepping on his face and surveying the hairy muscular landscape of his naked body.

She pulls his chain upward violently and the weakened boy is helpless to follow. His skin is tingling all over from lying back on the cold rough floor.

He only wants to crawl back into the dirty kennel for hiding, but Beatrice pulls him back by his leash.

He can tell that she isn't finished inspecting him, but he finds it painfully embarrassing having his body scrutinized so closely and evaluated. No one has ever looked at him like this before.

"Naughty colts get beatings. This IS what will happen to you if you disobey," Beatrice warns him now that she's asserted her power over him. "Legs apart."

She pushes his penis up with her riding crop to reveal his balls. Romeo is trembling.

A warm rush comes over him as she pinches his penis. His heart flutters feeling so vulnerable in her hands. The women are entranced seeing how skilfully she handles him.

She uses her riding crop to quickly give a few pats to his balls.

Romeo's body jerks in reaction, but Beatrice doesn't let up.

She grins overcome with excitement smacking his balls harder.

He grunts as the sensation is deeply uncomfortable and unsettling to him.

"Sensitive testicles! Excellent. When I'm done with him I can put him to use as a bucking bronco."

"I never thought of him as a bucking bronco," Bianca laughs.

"Will you chain his balls to the saddle?" Elizabeth chimes in liking the idea. They are eager to please and support such a skilled mistress.

Romeo is confused and frightened hearing the women talk about men like this.

"Yes," Beatrice says confidently. "Even the lightest young girl sitting on his back will cause him the most agonising pain."

The women laugh at how clever the Countess' niece is turning out to be. Beatrice is getting really warmed up now. "Turn around and bend down all the way!" she orders him.

With his arse pointed uncomfortably up in the air, Beatrice can easily bend to squeeze his meaty balls.

"You attach a stainless steal cuff tightly around his balls here," Beatrice explains to the fascinated women. </a>

"just large enough not to cut off the circulation and attach it with steal chains to the back of the saddle." She applies a firm pressure to his sack.

Romeo has broken into a cold sweat. His mind is racing hearing her describe this so vividly.

"He'll be in severe pain even when no one is riding him," she traces her finger up his butt crack rubbing against his arsehole.

All the women are growing very aroused hearing her plan and seeing how she's flaunting her control over the naked man.

Bent over in this unfamiliar vulnerable position he feels more naked than he ever has in his life.

"When the slightest pressure is applied to the saddle he'll be driven insane with agony," she goes on conscious the terrified boy is hanging on her every word as well.

Beatrice's cool evocative words drive him into a panic. He wants to do anything to escape but he realizes it's too late for that. His eyes well up wishing he had never thought to break into this estate.

The women's excitement bubbles over and they cackle excitedly wanting to learn more from the Countess's niece.

"All he'll want to do is toss the rider off. A human male bucking bronco."

Claudia pictures the delighted faces of young girls competing with each other to ride the boy for as long as possible. He'll be literally jumping and bucking from the torture, trying so desperately to unsaddle them.

"Oh can I have him for my little sister's party next week?" Claudia asks eagerly. "Can I. Please. It'll be such fun." She's unable to contain herself.

Beatrice cruelly lets Claudia's request hang in the air, knowing that Romeo is listening intently.

Romeo is in agony feeling like there won't be any end to this. The women will simply pass him around like a toy using them for their twisted games and tossing him aside.

"Have to see how he performs today. May not have any balls at all after I've finished with him," Beatrice says and bursts out giggling.

The women laugh conspiratorially, staring down at their new possession imagining all the possibilities.

Romeo waits painfully in place. His mind races wondering what this merciless girl is on about. It's as if they have some plan already for him that he knows nothing about.

PART 10: Romeo thought that the women simply wanted to teach him a little lesson for trespassing on their property, that this cruel humiliating treatment would end shortly and they'd let him go. There's no way they can keep him here for much longer. But after Beatrice intimately inspected him that afternoon, they left him chained in the kennel and he hasn't seen anyone since. Locked up in his bare and cold shelter, he waits naked and in pain hour after hour simply watching the daylight fading. His stomach is grumbling painfully and his throat is completely parched since he hasn't had anything to eat or quench his thirst with all day. Evening is approaching and his rational mind is giving way to the terrifying images formed in his imagination based on Beatrice's threats and promise to ride him tomorrow.

Kneeling uncomfortably on his hands and knees the wait is becoming painful. He imagines several times he hears someone approaching. He has no idea if the next person who enters the kennel will release him or subject him to more humiliation. The tension is driving him crazy.

He freezes in place believing that he hears the sound of light footsteps scraping against the dirty broken cement of the compound. He has no idea if the sound is real or imaginary.

Seeing a flash of skirt and high heels, Romeo retreats back into his meagre shelter terrified at what this woman might be coming for.

His heart beats at a terrifying speed watching her walk straight up to him. He can't stop thinking about Beatrice's cruel riding crop smacking his most tender bits and the women's cold laughter raking over his nerves. He retreats as far back into his dark hovel as the chain around his neck will allow.

He hangs his head in shame but also in fear as to what new torment this lady is about to deliver. He hears her place a shallow bowl of water in front of the door.

The little bit of water seems to him like the most delicious thing in the world after his long and painful ordeal today. But he still waits for a few seconds, suspicious that he'll be punished further if he takes any.

For a moment Romeo is on the point of breaking down and sobbing but his burning dry throat pushes aside any hesitation he has and lowers his head down to sip.

The embarrassment of lapping from a bowl like a lowly beast weighs heavily on him as he bows his head down. Once he takes water like a dog, his pride can never be recovered.

The cool water tastes so good his pride becomes utterly worthless to him at this moment.

He messily slurps up as much as he can, getting his whole face wet and making loud animal-like gulps.

He can hear her light laughter watching him lap it all up.

The meagre refreshment cools his throat, but his head is spinning with how low and disgusting he feels. He felt like the most clever, cunning man in the world this morning and now he feels so pathetic he wants to cry.

His primal thirst makes him bow his head again and lick every last drop from the bowl.

Romeo's mind is racing now that he's been shown this tiny amount of kindness. Perhaps this woman will take pity on him and take him somewhere else. Then he can escape!

His eyes fill up with tears as he looks up to the women standing tall and powerful over him. He doesn't need to fake them because he feels so totally overcome by pain and despair. "I can't sleep. They're going to ride me tomorrow," he mumbles sorrowfully.

"Yes. And you'd better win."

She says this staring down at him coldly and then turns to leave before he can beg to be released.

What did she mean saying that? What will happen to him if he doesn't win? Not knowing is causing him more pain and torture than if he knew what was going to happen, no matter how terrible it is.

He slinks back inside the kennel and tries to go to sleep. As the day goes on, the sun doesn't reach him anymore and with the temperature outside dropping the small space of the concrete room grows freezing cold.

Totally naked he lays on the dirty floor shivering. His muscles ache all over. His dick and balls feel like ice. The cold has entered his bones freezing him to the core.

Angry welts rise up on his arse and back from where the women beat him. They throb painfully. Tiny spikes are still stuck in his dick and balls from the nettles the women chained around his privates earlier.

He weeps as the pain makes him recall what the women did to him, his entire body heaving with despair.

He curls up and tries to rest his head hoping he can push it from his mind, but the chain around his neck connected to the window pulls him if his head goes down too far. This is another constant reminder of his condition.

At moments, he drifts off only to be plagued by horrific nightmares of that sadistic girl turning him into a bucking bronco, a tight steel collar cutting into the sensitive skin of his dick and balls.

Romeo can hear women's laughter and excited talking trickling out from the main house reminding him how warm and comfortable they must be in their stately mansion. He listens to the ominous sounds shivering in the corner of his dingy cell. </center>

His young cock is normally hard half the day, but it's now been so thoroughly played with and frozen cold it feels completely useless.

The nightmares play out in his head getting more violent as the women in them extract their perverted pleasure from his exposed body, whipping his back, torturing his cock and threatening him with castration. He's driven to such hysterics his body spasms waking him up again.

His body jerks so violently as he wakes he inadvertently pulls against the leash throttling himself. He gags for breath and feels as if he's going to be sick, but there is nothing in his stomach to spit out. He furiously wipes the tears from his face feeling like this misery will never end.

Romeo can smell something very distinct in this dingy little cell. It's the rancid body odour of a man who the women must have kept in here before him. The smell of his tangy sweat, piss and sperm is stained onto the concrete walls as his will no doubt be after this night.

He shivers wishing he could cut off his senses, feeling as if he's going to be sick. The chill of the room sucks out all his energy and permeates every inch of his body. "So cold... so cold... so cold..." he thinks over and over in between visions of a hell-bent woman riding his back and savagely beating him in front of crowds of his friends and family.

He remembers the ladies' long legs and their soft beautifully dressed bodies. Having been ground into such a pathetic state of being all he wants to do is curl up beneath these warm feminine goddesses and beg for the smallest amount of relief.

PART 11: The policemen all stand half naked under the shade of a tree where they've been made to wait. The last two days have passed in a haze of partial consciousness. They were aware at times of being cramped in a small dark space in a moving vehicle travelling over an enormous distance. There were moments when they saw a blinding flash of light and heard bursts of female laughter, only to sink quickly back into nightmarish exhaustion. At first, they thought they were still in the throes of a nightmare as they were bound, gagged and dragged out into the open country. But, as they slowly regain their presence of mind and the strength in their bodies after a period of being out of it, they realise that this is all completely real.

Naive young George feels as if his world has been turned upside-down. He's trembling with fear realising that he's been kidnapped, but he has no idea why or who these women are.

John has gone very quiet as he stares defiantly forward. His heart is pounding fiercely in his broad manly chest.

'What the fuck is going on here?' he wonders staring down at himself.

He looks at the scared rookie, but the shithead looks as clueless as he is.

George felt so proud and confident wearing his uniform out in the street. Now he feels defenceless, like a terrified boy having no idea what's going to happen to him now.

When John was kidnapped he expected his partner to come rescue him. But that idiot has wound up in the same position he has!

Peter can't understand how or why this has happened. Who are these women? What did he do wrong?

Surely this is a sick joke by some of the guys on the squad. They always pull crazy stunts like this. But never this extreme!

In the distance, George sees some women approaching. He gets a sick feeling in his gut. It's so embarrassing that women can see him standing here practically naked and harnessed to a carriage like an animal.

The women wear riding gear and casually make their way out into the fields to inspect their new stallions.

Peter resents how they are smiling and looking over his body so freely. It feels so degrading!

Bianca confidently steps right up to the man as she likes the look of him. He flinches and tries to jerk away, but he is locked in place.

She strokes him because she wants to touch his bare body and feel out how muscular he is.

Her touch isn't exactly sexual, more like she is professionally sizing his body up for something. This feels strange and invasive to Peter. He hates with every inch of his being feeling helpless like this.

Her hand runs over his skin and squeezes his muscles. If he weren't bound up like this he'd be doing the same to her body.

"The city team have done well," Bianca says eyeing him over.

Peter's mind is racing to try to make sense of what sounds like a plot that was made to capture them. He feels angry that they've been fooled and trapped into being treated like this.

"This beast looks like he can go for hours," she says as if she's evaluated hundreds before him and has a specific purpose in mind for appraising his physical stamina. He is confused and wonders what she means.

"Yes but I've never seen a horse wearing shorts," Claudia comments.

Peter is painfully aware that this thin piece of fabric is the only thing between these women and his total nudity.

He's not naturally a shy man, but the feeling of being unable to control whether the women see his body or not makes him angry.

"Have you girls?" Claudia says boldly looking him in the face.

The women are enjoying flaunting their power over him. It feels like they are circling around him and closing in. "How curious," Constance says.

His eyes dart back and forth between them as they eye up the bulge in his shorts. He tries to move, but he's bound in place.

Bianca marches straight up to him and Peter feels a surge of a panic. </center>

He grits his teeth against the bit in his mouth wanting to stop her and push her away , but he's unable to.

She delicately takes hold of the flimsy waistband of the pants and pulls them open making Peter incredibly conscious of his cock and balls.

With enormous power, Bianca pulls the pants open and Peter grunts angrily feeling his privates exposed.

The flimsy fabric of his old pants easily tears. His dick and balls feel so tender and sensitive being flashed against his will in the open air with all the women staring at them.

Bianca wildly tears the shorts off him. The women grin with superior delight thinking that men's sexual organs always look better when fully exposed.

Peter's heart pounds quickly seeing and feeling himself naked before the women, knowing they are all judging his body.

There's no way for him to hide or cover himself no matter how hard he struggles against his ties.

He's shocked by these women's voracious sexual appetite as they strip him completely.

Not being the one in control makes him ashamed and feel like a lesser man.

She tears the shorts until they become a useless rag ensuring that he'll remain permanently exposed.

Bianca stands back to admire her work, especially enjoying the look of painful resentment on his face from being made to show off his private parts.

"That does look like a tight foreskin," Constance comments. "Like it would be almost painful to pull back."

Peter bristles with embarrassment hearing them actually discuss his dick. He's quietly holding in a simmering rage.

"Rather wrinkly scrotum too, because of the cold air," muses Claudia. He can't stand that his dick and balls are on show like this. It's too humiliating.

He grumbles angrily through the bit in his mouth and struggles against the ropes holding him back. He's had enough of being treated like an animal.

He's tied up so tightly there's no way he can free himself from all the binding. Bianca strokes his chest as if trying to sooth a wild beast.

She violently grips him by the ear and pulls his head to her. He freezes in shock.

"Hold still boy," she warns in a tone of voice he knows he shouldn't disobey.

Her eyes have a terrifying glint of danger. He thinks about what they've done so far - abducting three tough police officers and tying them up.

These women are capable of anything!

He goes very quiet and still, taking her warning look to heart. Although it pains him to admit it, they are the ones with the power now.

"There now," Bianca smiles with satisfaction now that she's established control. "Let's have a real look at the goods." </a>

They stroke his muscles and feel the contours of his flesh, such a fine example of a stallion in his prime.

The women find it even more exciting examining his naked body while thinking how this was a policeman that people have had to submit to because of his authority. Now he is the one who will learn how to submit.

"I do like a broad hairy chest," Bianca says to the other girls while stroking it, "for pulling heavy carriages and for show."

"A trim frame, but there's a lot of power in here," Claudia observes. "Be careful with the quantity of his feed."

Peter breathes heavily feeling his body being inspected over in minute detail. There's a cold professional purpose in their study of his limbs that he finds ominous.

He grows increasingly tense as their eyes and hands drift down his body to his dick.

Claudia peers at his penis closely and reaches out for it.

Peter's stomach is fluttering as she pulls back his foreskin to get a look at his tender pink head.

The women grin with delight taking his dick in their hands to inspect and fondle.

Peter feels a confused sort of sexual stimulation, feeling the same sort of nervous excitement as when he first undressed in front of a girl.

Being handled sexually in such a strange circumstance where he has no control whatsoever gives him such a different sensation from what he's used to.

He doesn't know how to respond but he is tingling all over, the blood pumping quickly throughout his entire body.

He's frustrated because he's so helpless to resist whatever the women want to do with his body, squeezing his balls, tugging and pinching his dick.

The women are finding such pleasure in taking advantage of him and leering at him like a sexual object that Peter finds it really demeaning and makes him furiously angry.

They handle his cock as if it's their right to whether he likes it or not. In confusion, he realizes that they aren't trying to stimulate his genitals; they are looking for something.

They stroke and squeeze his shaft and sensitive balls searching for any signs of rash or discolouration. Wild promiscuous stallions with inconvenient diseases will be no good for being used as a stud after his life in competition is over.

This has nothing to do with his pleasure. The women are simply evaluating him.

He blushes deeply unable to understand how the women can do this so openly as if it's their natural right to get their kicks from his body.

The sinister women go about examining and playing with his body methodically like they don't want to leave a single inch of him unexplored.

He moans uncomfortably wanting to yell and tell them to fuck off, but he's unable to with the hard bit in his mouth.

The women aren't the least interested in what he thinks though. They simply carry on, seeming to actually enjoy the fact he's so obviously uncomfortable with this.

They manipulate his body and glance at each other smiling, enjoying ganging up on this now helpless man.

Constance's hands slide down his naked body, squeezing his thighs. She takes these things very seriously and she is fiercely competitive. She needs a beast who can win.

He's so uncomfortable and angry his skin feels like it's glowing hot.

"Good legs. I think he'll have power. Possibly enough stamina to see it through."

'See what through?' he wonders. Their cool assessment of his body is incredibly belittling, like he's nothing more than a slave being evaluated for how much he's worth in muscle and bone.

Constance beams with power and superiority as she studiously squeezes his thick sinewy thighs.

The other women admire what a fierce competitor Constance is. She moves around his body not even bothering to acknowledge his petulant, rebellious attitude.

A self-protective flare of energy rises up in his body and he twitches feeling Bianca moving around to his back and tracing his spine with her finger.

His arse feels particularly vulnerable. He grunts and shudders in response to her touching his spine, but his hands uselessly fight against the ropes binding his hands.

Bianca smiles seeing how he squirms in place trying to resist her as his back is obviously very sensitive. This is perfect for her needs. A tough, resistant back would be of no use.

His body goes rigid feeling her grabbing possessively at his arse cheeks. This is going way too far!

She grips his buns and pries them apart wanting a look at his hole.

He stiffens his back and pulls his arse in trying to stop her from seeing.

Having a woman trying to look at that part of him feels dirty and wrong to Peter. It's too humiliating to bear.

Bianca eagerly rips his cheeks apart to look at what she wants whether he likes it or not.

She stares long and hard at it. No sign of unsightly lumps or reddening, but she must be sure. Diseased beasts can't be used for any field labour they might need him for at a later date.

An overwhelming selfish sexual urge takes hold of Bianca and she holds his cheeks apart wanting to have a really good look.

'No, it's perfect,' she thinks. 'Smooth, unbroken and perfectly healthy.' This tender vulnerable part of his body is something he would never let a woman see whether she wanted to or not.

"Constance, he has sizeable hindquarters."

She considers him thoughtfully trying to imagine how much fight and stamina he really has.

If he's as rebellious and willful as he seems just from submitting to an examination then it might take a lot to whip him into shape. But she does like a challenge.

"You may prefer to use this one because there is more to aim at," Claudia says to her trying to be helpful. They want to be sure she chooses a suitable stallion.

"I can't help thinking I'll need to be quite evil to get over his temperament."

She grasps his chin and stares deep into his eyes in a way that chills him to the bone.

"Don't defy me," she warns him seriously.

Peter wonders how much of a threat this woman could really be. She looks soft and harmless.

"You will get through this if you do as I say."

He wonders if she really means it. If he does obey her will he be released?

"I'm going to race you," she says as if this is something he should already be familiar with. He has no idea what it really means.

Turning away from him she says, "Yes. I may yet surprise you ladies."

Peter feels like an important decision is being made in front of him, but he doesn't understand the implications.

He's perspiring nervously wondering what's going on, smarting from having his body violated and invaded. And he feels a sense of dread from the ominous way the women seem to be discussing all this so casually, as if it's something they do every day.

PART 12: The women take their time evaluating the new studs. Not only do they enjoy looking at and feeling the men's naked bodies out in the daylight, but they want to be sure they make the right selection for this afternoon's entertainment. The men's obvious discomfort and anger at being tied up and made to submit to an examination only adds to these skilled riders' pleasure.

John feels his gut wrenching with anxiety as the women leave the thoroughly humiliated Peter and step up to him.

They sigh impatiently and consider the bulge in his pants. It's ridiculous that these stallions should be wearing any clothing at all.

As the women circle around him, John feels like a caged animal. They are staring at his body so intensely.

Without a second thought, Claudia grabs the policeman's pants and rips them off his body.

John bucks having his dick and balls exposed out in the open but the tight ropes bind his wrists to the heavy carriage so he can't move.

He gives a muffled angry groan beneath his gag. He's a man who can't stand being out of control.

To be overpowered by a group of women is something his pride can't take.

The fact that he's made to show everything to these women makes him feel even more naked and vulnerable.

The aroused women consider his dick and balls with calm satisfaction.

The blood is pumping hotly through his body and his muscles tighten as he feels his anger rising.

His cock goes very sensitive feeling the women staring at it so hard.

He bristles as the women move closer to him, their eyes running up and down over his body.

Bianca stares him in the eye and raises her riding crop. She's very adept at dealing with unruly beasts like this and knows how to make them submit.

John goes rigid as she lays the riding crop against his chest. The threat that she could whip him if he makes the slightest wrong move hangs in the air.

She slides it down his hard chest. His hands tighten into fists.

He feels very aware of his dick and balls as she traces a trail down his body.

Bianca feels an incredible power rush holding the taut instrument over his vulnerable genitals.

His teeth clench over the bit and he holds his breath feeling her hovering around his cock.

She strokes around his crotch and the tender inside of his thigh.

She pats his balls. The feeling of vulnerability is driving him mad. His temples are throbbing angrily. George watches on in absolute horror.

Bianca's calculating in her mind how sensitive his dick and balls are and what will be the best method to manipulate them to get him to race better.

John stares at the women absolutely furious. He's never been handled like this. It feels like a reversal of nature that he should be the one out of control.

Bianca excitedly carries on with her inspection disregarding his angry insubordinate stares.

She pushes his dick and balls back and forth considering them severely.

"What an interestingly shaped penis he has. A foreskin too," she says excitedly to the other ladies. </center>

They laugh heartily at his expense. John fumes in outrage.

The ladies look down on his cock grinning wide and considering his dick in relation to his friend's.

John's deepest fear is to have a woman laugh at him when she sees him naked. And here are three women snickering at the sight of his manhood in full daylight! He's utterly devastated.

"It may be too late to pierce it and attach it to the reins," Claudia says as if this were something they already planned to do.

"You won't need your foreskin pierced and attached to the reins in order to obey me will you?" Bianca inquires staring him straight in the face.

John cringes in fear hearing them talk like this. After the way they've been treated so far, he feels they are capable of anything. He quickly shakes his head no.

He feels every nerve on his dick tingle thinking about having his tender foreskin pierced and attached to this malicious woman's reins.

She's glad this has finally got the message through to him. He better not complain or give her any more dirty looks.

"You've some broad shoulders to aim for."

"A few cuts across his back and he'll know who's in charge," she suggests knowledgably. Constance knows exactly how to get a man to submit.

"Normally I'd train a wild stallion like this for weeks, subjecting him to hard labour and intense training. But, as it is, a fine driving whip to lash his back and buttocks should do the trick."

"This one hasn't even been caned yet. His buttocks should be incredibly sensitive to your whip. I'm almost reluctant to let someone else have him."

John's heart beats incredibly rapidly. He's beginning to panic seeing these women aren't joking. They've got him trapped and there's nothing he can do about it.

"You know I love to have a naked blonde pulling me," she explains to Claudia.

"They're great for public occasions. Perhaps I'll have him carry me through the town square tomorrow if I win."

John's horrified. He can't bare the thought of such public humiliation.

Totally unconcerned by John's anxiety Claudia sees Bianca's delight at the thought of running John into the centre of town on market day.

"Alright Bianca," Claudia says seeing how much she wants to handle this stallion, "He's yours."

John is horrified thinking about being left in the hands of this sadistic woman. His skin feels so raw and vulnerable listening to what they want to do. He hopes someone, anyone, will intervene to spare him.

"Now," she says coldly and turns away abandoning him to whatever fate Bianca sees fit for him.

PART 13: With increasing horror, George has been watching his former fellow officers being inspected and groped. These are the men he respects and looks up to being treated like some kind of wild animals that these selfish girls have caught in their traps. He's always been taught that men should be respected and feared. Here they are shown no respect. This kind of behaviour feels to him like an abomination.

As the women approach him, he sees how confidently they all walk, looking over his body without any compassion as if they are simply inspecting some newly bought goods.

"Oh Claudia. Perhaps I chose too early," Constance says after looking him up and down.

His heart is racing feeling all their eyes on him. He's on tenderhooks wondering what they are going to do with him.

"What a handsome stallion," Bianca says inspecting him closer.

"In the outside world I expect he's considered quite the stud," Claudia muses.

George melts a little hearing praise from someone who is obviously so confident and successful. Enlivened with a sense of pride, he wants to do well and prove she is right about him.

Eager to inspect him fully, Constance grabs for his pants.

George groans loudly feeling a horrendous shock at being exposed so suddenly.

His dick and balls flop out. He's outraged feeling them displayed so openly and without respect.

His head whips back and forth between them seeing how they are staring at his body and genitals. There's nothing he can do about it!

He tries to back up or bend over, anything to cover himself and maintain some dignity.

But he's barely able to move in his bonds so grunts threateningly at the women, cursing them under his gag.

"You see ladies, he may be handsome but he needs breaking."

She briskly reaches forward and pushes his lip up.

"Obviously over privileged. Healthy," she surmises professionally inspecting his teeth.

George is so startled he doesn't dare move. He stands in place shaking with anger from feeling so out of control.

"He won't be used to harsh treatment."

His mind is plagued again by worry about what they are going to do to him. What could be more embarrassing than this?

"Breaking him in will be a breeze," she says confidently.

Bianca slaps his balls as if to drive in the fact of what breaking him in means.

The women suddenly beset George grabbing and inspecting his muscles on all sides.

They know exactly which muscles are important to examine for racing purposes. They want to be sure he's up for the job.

Their hands stroke the insides of his thighs seeing how taut and developed the muscles are there.

His body wriggles and fights in place, but he's unable to move much under his confinement.

Unafraid and without the least hesitation, the women grab and squeeze whatever part of his body they please. </center>

George feels himself set upon from all sides. He twists and turns trying to escape their invasive hands.

The ladies look around at his backside and George tries to turn so they can't get at it. He saw what they did to Pete and he could never ever allow that to happen to him.

Claudia holds him steady while the girls prod at his arse, pulling his cheeks open.

He lashes out furiously unable to accept this. The women carry on professionally needing to examine his hole to make sure he's healthy.

The women get rougher as he acts out and refuses to submit. They smack his balls and push him forward.

George's heart is racing and the blood is throbbing in his temples, incredibly enraged at the way the women are grabbing his muscles and holding him down to see what they want.

He moans angrily, absolutely disgusted that they are prying his arse cheeks apart. But he's completely bound up and there's nothing he can do to stop them.

Constance and Bianca take one of his of round fleshy cheeks each and pull them apart.

He tries to arch his body forward so they can't see his arsehole, but the more he fights the rougher the women are digging their nails into his sensitive flesh and holding him in place.

Claudia feels a rush of power making this unruly young man submit and let her see what she desires.

They roughly grasp his cheeks and tear them apart.

Every inch of his skin is revolted at this invasion. He feels his blood rush defiantly against it and he comes close to bursting out in tears.

The women are ecstatic that they've got him right where they want him and hungrily steal a look.

His hole is particularly difficult to see in the shadow so they make him bend over further and hunch down to get a really good look.

George makes it increasingly difficult for them but they gang up on him, grabbing his arse to make him expose his hole.

George screams under his gag, enraged and trembling all over.

They can see how healthy and tender his arsehole is. It shows how well he's been raised that there is no trace of disease, no doubt he's been brought up in a wealthy part of the World with excellent medical care. He will be ideal for weekend rides through the country and will make a wonderful beast for years and years of hard labour.

It's Constance's favourite past-time - breaking the spirit of defiant colts such as this until they submit completely to her will.

George's pride can't stand this humiliation. It's dirty and wrong that anyone should forcibly expose his anus.

They hold his cheeks firmly apart feeling how he's shaking under their hands while taking a good long look at it.

His skin is crawling as if in revolt against what's happening. He's very aware of his sensitive dick as he feels his arsehole exposed to the air.

They hold his cheeks open and look at his hole until he stops struggling and, practically weeping, accepts his fate. </a>

"Claudia you are right as usual," Bianca turns to her.

"You can see he won't be able to defy your whip for long."

Claudia pulls his head down to her so she can look him square in the eyes and make him obey.

"You're lucky the Countess's niece isn't racing you," she sneers in his face.

"He'd be a quivering wreck in seconds." She grabs his balls weighing them up in her palm.

"She'd use these to feed her dogs." George recoils at the thought, overcome with fear.

She pats his big heavy sensitive balls to drive the message into him.

The women laugh and pull on his reigns. They all have tremendous respect for the Countess' niece and how imperious she is in handling her men.

This is the first George has heard of the Countess or her niece and his mind is buzzing trying to understand who they could be. Are there really women harsher on men than these ones?

"And, if you win for me, I'll give you some water," she says as if this is being exceedingly kind to him.

George sees how she stares at him so intently and possessively now like she really does own him. He's never felt a woman stare at him like this before. He's terrified.

Claudia is distracted from him seeing something in the distance. She grins and a look of complete admiration covers her face.

PART 14: The spirit of competitive excitement is in the air as all the ladies have chosen their stallions for the upcoming race. The unwitting men are stunned by this strange new environment. They feel the shame and embarrassment of their nudity every single second, having no idea who is going to see them or what is going to be done to them. But they know they are going to have to adapt to their situation and do their best to follow these women's orders in order to survive.

The ladies hear the sound of a carriage being quickly pulled over the grounds and a naked man labouring like he never has before in all his life.

The compelling sight of a naked man straining to serve in the bright open space draws everyone's attention.

Beatrice sits triumphantly up in her lavishly adorned carriage, spurring the boy on with lashes from her riding crop.

He looks very different from how they left him in the kennel. They are greatly impressed by how the Countess' niece has already trained the young colt. George is terrified seeing what he's going to be expected to do.

Romeo is straining every muscle in his body trying to adjust to this incredibly difficult new job. He's sweating fiercely as he lumbers forward with his cock swinging wildly back and forth.

The women are glowing with admiration for the skilled young woman and consider what a fierce competition this is going to be.

Seeing a group of people staring at him, Romeo bows his head and continues pushing forward with the riding crop stinging his back. The humiliation of this is overwhelming.

"Whoa, you snivelling cunt!" Beatrice calls out while pulling on the reigns. He immediately comes to a stop.

He uses every last ounce of his strength to halt the carriage completely. Now he wishes he hadn't taken his comfortable, cosy life for granted.

Romeo has only been a slave on the estate for two days but it feels as if it's been years. Every muscle in his body aches from the strain Beatrice has put him under. His rebellious spirit is slowly being crushed beneath her boot.

Beatrice saunters excitedly up to the ladies seeing a fresh crop of stallions on show.

She's proud to show off her skill and is pleased to teach these women a thing or two about how to handle unruly beasts.

Romeo is so thirsty and tired he finds it difficult to think clearly. He still harbours a hope of escaping. But he also thinks that if he does as his new mistress orders him and wins her the race she may be kind enough to release him.

He feels like he can't stand the humiliation of this exposure a minute longer, but he has no choice for now.

"I can see you mean business today," Claudia says respectfully.

Beatrice is eyeing up the other men. She wants a good look at all this new flesh, but she's also sizing up the competition making estimates about their strength and stamina.

"It may be the first trial of the season but I warn you ladies I have every intention of winning," she says challengingly.

"Or this colt will be wrecked in the process."

Romeo winces visibly. It's obvious to the ladies Beatrice has trained him well, letting him know exactly what his losing will mean.

Under this threat, Romeo's mind becomes driven towards a single purpose and he feels the adrenaline pumping throughout his body. He must win!

The competitive spirits of these ladies is fierce. "Now let's not keep my aunt and the others waiting," Beatrice says.

"Good luck!" she holds out her hand.

Although each woman has a burning desire to win, they admire the respect Beatrice gives to all of them. It shows what a great sportswoman she really is.

George feels like something important is taking place that he doesn't fully understand. He looks at the woman who has chosen him and is convinced that he can make her proud.

The women grin at each other in a friendly way silently conspiring to do their best and show these men who the real bosses are. </center>

All the women are poised and ready, but the men have no idea what to expect. They stand naked and trembling with nerves.

It's a beautiful, tranquil day. There's nothing like a good competitive race to make the afternoon more enjoyable. This is the way it has always been and always will be on the Countess' estate.

PART 15: The lady jockeys have carefully chosen their mounts for the day's trials. Each knows that their stallions have yet to be fully broken and will need strict discipline if they become unruly. Already the men are beginning to have an inkling of their new roles in life. No longer will they be respected as human males. They are beasts. To be judged only on their physical strength and agility. Thinking is to be given over exclusively to those best suited to it - women.

In the mid-day heat the ladies chat excitedly about the upcoming race.

One of the Countess's trusted slaves has prepared a tray of fine chilled Champagne to quench the ladies' thirst.

As much as he has been trained to put such thoughts from his mind the smell of the wine, so tantalisingly close, triggers distant memories. Images of music awards shows, the best seats at Las Vegas prize fights. Crystal champagne would flow like water.

Gretchen turns to take a glass and catches sight of the slave. He'd better not be thinking of taking a sly sip himself. Perhaps a session with her will remind him of his place.

Evil memories still plague him. How he used to disrespect girls not so different from Gretchen. Hot and thirsty he looks down at the tray laden with forbidden pleasure.

He looks up at the ladys leisurely enjoying their wine. As hard as his life of abject slavery is, he wouldn't want to go back to how it used to be for him. Ladies should always be in charge. Men naked and obeying.

The ladies laugh so casually and seemingly without concern for his suffering. He allows himself a slight smile.

His total nudity, their laughter, his servitude. By some mystery of nature, every bit of it makes him feel more of a man. Every inch of his bare skin is alive with sex. All the time.

"What a beautiful afternoon for sport." remarks Gretchen as if they are in high society and attending horse, rather than man, racing.

"The new stallions will make their debut today." replies Elizabeth, "and Miss Beatrice has a new colt."

Nearby another group of ladies are discussing the form. There may be big money to be won.

Elizabeth and Gretchen are finishing their cigarettes.

"Ashtray" orders Elizabeth. Forlornly the slave is brought back to reality.

Without having to think about it he stoops to get down on his knees.

The women watch him as he does so. It's always a pleasure to see a naked man who also knows his place.

Elizabeth stubs out her cigarette in the dish handily strapped to 'ashtray's head.

Enjoying this simple pleasure Elizabeth keeps him grovelling for a moment.

Meanwhile The Countess emerges onto a viewing balcony. Another slave will be fanning her all afternoon to keep her cool.

She breathes in the fine clear air of her estate. She has always enjoyed racing but as a child could never understand why the disciplines of men's athletics and horse-racing couldn't be combined.

"Ashtray!" orders Anna.

Hurridly 'ashtray' now grovels at the feet of this group of ladies.

Watching Anna stubbing out her cigarette on 'ashtray's head Tamzin falls about laughing. She may be very experienced in man-racing but this is another use for the male she wasn't aware of.

She pulls herself together as 'ashtray', clearly used to his position, stoically remains still for Anna to use as she likes.

He feels the pressure of her gracious hand stubbing out the cigarette into the dish. He stays stock still, satisfied in the knowledge he is of service to his superior.

The naked stallions wait anxiously in line, not knowing quite what is going to happen. Oddly without the benefit of information they each feel more inclined to rely on their female jockeys to instruct them. </center>

In perfect unison the women reach forward with their long driving whips.

After all the talk earlier the men were expecting a hard 'whack' across the back but instead they feel their tender buttocks being lightly tapped, almost tickled, by the very tips of the women's whips.

Amazingly, and as if they had specifically trained to do this, the stallions decide to pull on the chariots carrying their mistresses.

In the distance they can make out the picture of civilised society. A mansion house with what looks like a garden party taking place under a large awning.

Without the ability to see their jockeys the boys all proceed at the same easy pace and it occurs to them that if they are to move one way or the other they will feel a pull on the reins to that side.

Without any practice or rehearsal the bizarre procession approaches the race track in perfect formation.

Nothing pleases her slave more than seeing the Countess smile. And why shouldn't she? All 4 women jockeys have taken ordinary common men and are turning them into something better.

Looking closely through her field glasses she observes the new livestock.

There's Claudia, a ball of excitement with the prettiest stallion of the bunch.

Beatrice sits up proudly knowing her Aunt is watching. She's taken on the challenge of the young colt.

The Countess beams a little but has some reservations. She knows from experience that young boys can be unpredictable even under the clear guidance afforded by the whip.

A small bump in the turf causes Peter to stumble but wanting to keep up with the other men he quickly corrects his footing. For some reason too there is a tingle of embarrassment as he imagines what his rider, Constance, must think of him.

The heaviest stallion, John's, heartbeat quickens as they relentlessly approach the mansion and the big tent.

The sweating naked men can make out a figure on a balcony. A woman dressed in finery. Alongside her is a muscular man fanning her. And like them he too is totally naked.

It slowly dawns on them what is happening. Any thoughts that these 4 strange women were going to have a private race amongst themselves are dashed.

Looking ahead the men stare at the all female audience being served by another naked man. Oh dear no! As if pulling these chariots isn't enough the men are to be some form of sick entertainment!

Romeo stares at the crowd. Every fibre of his body riddled with utter embarrassment. Clothed women being entertained by the ritual degradation and humiliation of men. Of him!

"This is WRONG WRONG WRONG!" he screams in his head, the bit in his mouth preventing him from shouting it out loud.

Peter bites down hard on his bit, full of anger. One day he'll find out fully who these women are, come back to this place and arrest the lot of them.

John's blood is boiling with anger too. At himself for being stupid enough to get into this situation in the first place. At Peter and George who should've been suspicious when he didn't show up for duty that morning.

What a fine picture they must be?!

The crowd erupts with laughter now that the ladies can see the absurd procession close to. Angry, humiliated and, best of all, nude men being used as beasts of burden by women. Now that's something to behold. </a>

"Have you seen these stallions" Gretchen exclaims unable to contain her pleasure at such energetic looking creatures,

"And that young colt!" she continues reminding all that she had a hand in trapping him, "Oh Elizabeth this is wonderful."

Romeo feels a firm and definate pull on the reins channelled through his jaw, forcing his head to the left. Instinctively he knows that the pressure will ease if he turns himself that way.

Elizabeth and Gretchen smile at this. They are witnessing the boy minute by minute becoming unconsciously subordinate to the girl riding him.

'Ashtray', an ever attentive servant, eavesdrops on the women. So those carriages that he and the other slave carefully oiled at 5am this morning were not for him to pull. 4 interlopers are to be the centre of attention this afternoon.

"I heard they're policemen." informs Anna, with a knowing look.

Ashtray glances over at these new men. His guts beginning to turn over with envy.

The women are thrilled to see men who are used to power, admiration and respect being ritually humbled.

The women share conspiratorial looks.

The determined virile men present a very tempting prospect of a good afternoon's sport.

2 burning torches mark the starting line, the race track laid out with yellow markers.

Butterflies turn over in the men's stomachs as they approach the line and see the track ahead of them.

The countess watches as the jockeys bring their mounts under control.

All at once pulling firmly on the reins the boys' heads are easily pulled back by the women. The men come to a halt in a perfect line.

The men have a moment to catch their breath and contemplate the race ahead.

All had been having thoughts of defiance. Together the men could break free and take over this place. But none now can deny a creeping curiosity about who can and will win.

Bianca practices with her whip, loudly cutting through the air.

Peter wonders where the sound is coming from. Will he feel a whip across his broad muscular back?

John is sure it came from behind him. He tosses his head trying to see his jockey but he fails. "Damn this thing is hurting my jaw." he thinks, ineffectually trying to dislodge it from his head.

The bridle and bit are far too tight. The cop bites down angrily on it knowing that Bianca alone dictates how comfortable he will be for the foreseeable future.

Constance removes her tie in readiness for the blistering afternoon of sport. She gazes at Peter's well-developed naked back, sure that she has made the best choice.

The Countess admires the scene, biding her time before the race begins. She wants the men to feel prolonged fear in anticipation of the work ahead.

The prime specimens could not be more ready for sport. But this isn't a normal sport. They are about to have the most intense, physically taxing experience of their lives.

"Well now's your chance to check out the talent." begins Tamzin, working up the crowd,

"I'll be giving good odds against Beatrice today," she continues her pitch, "Her young colt doesn't look like he can last the course."

The women remind themselves of the young hoodlum who they captured, imagining what it would be like if the lad actually collapsed through exhaustion.

A girl no older than he, humbling a naked boy to the absolute limit would be something to behold.

Beating men is actually hot work and in the afternoon sun the women prepare themselves so they can remain cool and comfortable.

Elizabeth coldly looks over the beasts. A large bet could make this race quite interesting indeed. But which man looks like he can finish the race, let alone win?

The women size up each of the men's physique and temperament. The jockeys will extract every drop of effort from them, and some more still.

Tamzin has done her homework and puts the finishing touches to her blackboard.

She carefully chalks up the odds, sure she can attract some large wagers.

George is the favourite, followed by big John at 2 to 1.

The Countess uses her binoculars to pick out the faces of the runners and riders. She loves to read the pre-race emotions on their faces.

Bianca has seen the rage just beneath the surface in John's character. She knows that he won't want to lose and will respond to a hard and relentless beating from her with increased speed.

He has a lot to prove. The oldest of the cops he MUST win, and beat that little criminal he's heard about.

Peter's played second fiddle to John for far too long. Constance picked him out first. He would love to prove to her she made the right decision. He has to beat the rookie George and that teenage hoodlum can drop dead as far as he cares.

Constance watches as Peter looks forward towards the track. She knows he's powerful and full of pride. She can already see herself rushing over the finish line and winning furlongs ahead of the rest.

Steely determination marks Claudia's character. Not for nothing is she The Countess's fixer. She'll win this race, by hook or by crook.

As a policeman George was just a rookie. Now the playing field is level. He'd dearly love to show his sexy jockey who the man really is out of the 'stallions'.

He knows he hasn't been blessed with the best brains in the World and will do anything his mistress asks of him to win this for her.

The Countess's niece doesn't want to give anything away on her face. Her place as The Countess's favourite is secure.

This may be a bit of fun for her but at the same time she has no fears of completely trashing this young colt. They can always get her a replacement.

John and Peter look over to one another, but now as rivals. There's no way they are going to look the weaker in front of all these females.

"Alright ladies just moments to go now. Here are the odds. Place your bets."

Elizabeth saunters over wearing a face as if the money doesn't matter to her,

"I'll have 1000 Euros on Bianca. She is riding John." she bets.

"Thank you Elizabeth." Tamzin carefully writes out the betting slip.

The Countess watches how the men nervously wait at the starting line.

Some of the beasts are so anxious they are naughtily edging forward.

"Come on. Anyone else now?"

Anna sidles up. "2000 Euros on Constance, riding that policeman Peter. He has strong legs."

Tamzin eyes her suspiciously and jokes "Don't know if I should trust the woman who acquired him?"

Anna watches Tamzin write the slip, looking forward to collecting a cool 6000 Euros winnings as Constance crosses the line first.

Oblivious that women a placing substantial sums on his back Peter waits excitedly. His mouth dry, anxious to prove himself.

No longer smiling Elizabeth marches from the tent and grabs another glass of Champagne.

"Come on Bianca, ride him into the ground!" she hollers

This unsettles John. A woman he's never seen or met before cheering Bianca to drive him to exhaustion!

"So, there's at least one who's written me off." thinks Claudia. "I'll show everyone." she thinks.

Claudia's only doubt is that George may be too thick to understand the subtleties of how to win a ponyboy-race.

She looks at the other stallions, knowing that if the worst comes to the worst, she has some tricks up her sleave.

PART 16: Each man has been specifically chosen by their mistress to ride in the forthcoming man-race and, although they would never admit it, this has fuelled their male egos. They have been mercilessly laughed at by the assembled female spectators but some of them have placed large bets on their backs. With the start of the race imminent thoughts of escape have been put to the back of the men's minds. They each want to show these women who the top man really is.

The Countess has allowed enough time for fear and anticipation to gnaw at the waiting men. It's time to start their real misery.

She holds out a golden handkerchief at arms length over the balcony.

None of the men can see it. They each, like John, are waiting for an indication from their jockey when to take off.

"READY!" the Countess announces.

"Any second now." thinks Peter.

"STEADY!"

As the seconds tick by John glances over to his former collegue. Is he going to put up with this nonsence or make a break for it?

In silence the Countess casually drops the cloth.

It flutters to the ground indicating that the race has started.

First off the line are George and Romeo with their more experienced riders Claudia and Lady Beatrice.

The first John knows is a hard thrash down the centre of his back from a very angry Bianca.

Out of the corner of his eye Peter can see the boy Romeo making a good start ahead of him.

Constance quickly gives him a few cuts with the whip, encouraging him to keep up.

Peter realises how heavy the carriages are now that they have to be pulled hard to get them moving at speed.

Finally Peter has gained some good momentum which pleases Constance.

Meanwhile John has to watch the backs of all his opponents.

Bianca will not put up with his sluggishness for a second more and lashes out at him with gritted teeth.

Elizabeth watches in disbelief. She could not have imagined a worse start.

At the first corner Romeo has the benefit of the inside lane. Pulling on his reins Constance tries to drive Peter to tuck in behind him. George's fast legs cause his cock and balls to bounce all over the place.

Fearing Claudia and George are gaining ground Beatrice gives Romeo a series of swift slices across the shoulders.

"Move your lazy arse!" Elizabeth shouts at John who is still trailing at the back.

But John hasn't positioned himself well and is having to take a longer route than the others.

Just then, keen to avoid being overtaken by Claudia, Beatrice gives Romeo an almighty flogging right between the shoulder blades, winding him.

Romeo slows up before completing the turn.

Despite having turned in the outside lane George's sheer pace has found him almost neck and neck with Romeo. </center>

Behind Romeo Peter quickly has to manoeuvre to avoid colliding with Beatrice's wheels.

Peter has to use his might to pull Constance's carriage clear of the danger.

The burden of carrying a heavy carriage is taking its toll on poor Romeo who is already close to exhaustion.

Desperate to catch his breath his head drops and he slows.

Seeing his chance George races past.

Romeo sees George go by and then Claudia who is beating the poor cop over and over.

Now it's Peter's chance. With every shiney sinew bulging he pulls the carriage as fast as he can to go past Romeo.

Having just made the turn John anxiously looks at the action up ahead.

Red faced he knows he'd better make up some ground, and fast.

His tender balls slapping from side to side, Peter's muscular thighs propel him past Romeo.

"Move your fucking arse!" cries Beatrice at Romeo.

His sweaty back makes an inviting target for her long driving whip.

"You fucking lazy cunt. MOVE!"

Panting loudly, Romeo feels a sharp sting just on his right side.

"Theres more where that came from if you don't move!" she warns him. "MOVE!"

Romeo bites down hard on the bit. His tearful eyes close with the pain.

With more goading Constance is sure she can pass him.

Once again Romeo's head drops from fatigue allowing Peter to push further past.

Approaching the turn Peter has George in his sights.

So does Constance who raises the tempo of her whippings.

In quick succession Peter's broad back receives several firm flogs. He knows he has no choice but to catch George up. </a>

Peter puts on a spurt but careers into the outside lane. Constance looks back at Romeo slowly sneaking around the inside.

Screaming like a banshee Constance whips Peter to get him around the turn. "You stupid idiot. Turn!" she cries.

As the crazy scene hurtles past the marquee each lady shouts encouragement to the jockeys and insults to the beasts.

"John you bag of shit move it!" "Peter you lazy worm! Shift!"

Tamzin runs over to change the lap counter.

PART 17: The race is under way and each man is feeling just how much of a burden pulling the carriages really is. In a race you can multiply this load by ten times. But the ladies don't care a bit of it. They just want to win and are prepared to beat the naked struggling men to collapse if necessary...

Provoked by the crowd's evil comments and Bianca's relentless whip John has finally caught up with the back of the pack.

Despite an horrendous turn Peter has regained his lead over Romeo. Constance isn't going to let him forget the price of mistakes.

Peter shudders in reaction to a massive slash across his back.

Pulled by the massive sweating John, Bianca knows that last place will not do. John can work much much harder.

Cutting through the air she gives his sensitive white cheeks a pleasing thrashing which has the desired effect.

But at the turn it is all George and Claudia who also have taken the perfect spot on the inside.

Careful not to repeat his earlier mistake Peter takes the turn a little tighter than before while John is made once again to do more work in the outside lane.

Having now firmly passed Romeo, Constance reduces the fierce intensity of her hard flogging a little. But Peter looks over at George knowing he will have to overtake him soon if he is to really satisfy her.

John's face glows red with effort and humiliation. He knows he has it in him to beat his collegues and escape more beatings from Bianca.

His big naked cock bouncing between his legs John glances over at the now hated Peter looking for an opportunity to pass him.

The Countess grins with excitement at the naked rivalry.

John would love Peter to fall over right now into a naked heap so he would only have that prick George to beat.

The Countess can clearly see the desperation on all the men's faces as they try to out do each other for her entertainment.

Approaching the turn Peter uses all his strength to pull the hurtling chariot over into a tighter bend.

Another cut across the back makes him bite down hard. He carefully checks to see if George makes an error he can take advantage of.

To negotiate the tight turn George has to slow down which allows Peter to come along side.

To make sure that Peter keeps his speed during the turn Constance gives him a series of very hard blows.

"Come on!" she shouts and Peter furiously looks up to see George pulling ahead.

John and Peter both find themselves losing the ground they thought they'd made up.

From his efforts a thick sheen of sweat has now built up on the muscular cop.

But the determined pair of Claudia and George are still firmly in the lead.

"Useless lazy shit!" scolds Beatrice. Romeo's throat is hoarse from exertion and tears are clouding his vision.

Claudia won't give up her lead without a fight. Despite doing well George is subjected to a succession of vicious cuts with the whip.

And so is Peter. With his head down he brings up the pace with Constance screaming at him with every blow she lands.

PART 18: The hot sun is shining down adding to the feverish intensity of the race. Each of the men finds themselves pushed past their breaking point in the mad scramble to gain the lead. Carrying their heavy burdens with the ladies whipping their backs and shouting commands at them, the naked men feel a sense of urgent competition like none they've known before. They must go on; they have no choice.

Romeo's head is pounding from dehydration, his muscles burning and he's never felt so intensely embarrassed in his whole life. But under his lady's orders he makes himself carry on going.

John bites down hard on his bit using every last drop of energy he has to push forward. He won't allow himself to come in behind the men who were of a lower rank than him when they were policemen.

Glancing to his left, John sees himself gaining on Peter. His big dick and balls swing wildly back and forth as he gains up on him from the outside.

Constance sees what's happening and she won't have it. She's not about to lose ground now that they are doing so well.

She draws back her strong feminine arm and lashes out at Peter with all her might making the powerful man lunge forward at even greater speed.

John sees to his utter dismay that rounding the turn, Constance and Peter push ahead of him again.

Peter feels like he's all muscle now, labouring only for the capable woman who is driving him on.

Enraged that John has missed his chance to get ahead of Constance, Bianca whips his back and calls him a useless piece of shit.

"If you lose your cock will be in chains for the rest of your life!" Beatrice promises. Tears well up in Romeo's eyes. He can barely see where he's going.

The battle for the lead is so thrilling that the Countess' slave can't help himself from watching the action as well. He envies the intense attention being given to the men racing.

It seems like nothing can stop the youthful former cop George now. He's pushing forward at such an incredible speed he's about to lap Romeo!

George sails around the exhausted boy, his naked body pumping like a well-oiled machine while Romeo struggles to even keep moving.

"Poor show!" the Countess calls out seeing that her niece Beatrice is about to be lapped by the energetic man.

Feeling Beatrice's whip cutting into his tender back, Romeo does all he can to save himself from utter humiliation by plowing forward.

"Go!" the Countess shouts. "Faster!"

Romeo's limbs are trembling fiercely as he stumbles forward close to delirium. George pulls forward regardless of all the struggling boy's effort.

Claudia eyes the competition seeing that he's really no match for her capable steed. "Move that useless arse!" Beatrice screams.

She sends her whip crashing down on his back over and over.

The fact that Romeo has never done a day of work in his life or exerted himself in any way is becoming incredibly clear as he falls pathetically behind no matter how hard Beatrice drives him on.

George is in the heat of the zone, flying forward victoriously. He feels an intense pride realizing that he's going to win, beating all the other men and proving to the woman who chose him that she made the right decision.

"Filthy scum! What are you doing?!" Beatrice shouts at the broken lad.

His strained manly body pushes on. But, no matter how hard he pushes himself, he can't keep up with George.

His entire body is soaked with sweat and he feels like the lowest, most useless creature on the planet.

The repeated blows to his back spur him on. They are all that's stopping him from collapsing to the ground.

He's never wanted anything so bad in his life as to prove himself in this race and he's failing. His body feels so pathetically weak he feels utterly ashamed. </center>

Distraught and disorientated, he can barely run in a straight line anymore. He uses every last ounce of strength he has to carry on.

Claudia's carriage manoeuvres past him. It seems as if there is no way for Romeo to maintain his dignity now.

Claudia grins as she comes past the struggling sweating naked boy.

Gloating in her evident victory, she beats the broken boy as well.

The Countess delights in seeing how the women show the stallions absolutely no mercy. They are true sportswomen.

Romeo's fine muscular back gets a sharp blow from Beatrice.

Red welts are already rising up on his skin dripping with sweat.

Her whipping is immediately followed by a lash from Claudia as the ladies go at him together.

The boy feels set upon from all sides. He has absolutely no hope being ganged up on for proving that he is the worst of the bunch.

In frustration, he shouts beneath his gag, hot tears welling up in his eyes. "Pathetic swine!"

His muscles strain to the limit as he's pushed forward, giving everything he has. His heavy cock and balls slap against his hairy thighs as he rushes on.

He's never had to work for anything so hard, but under these women's cruel direction he's giving all he has.

A powerful wave of anger surges up in the boy. His heart is beating strongly in his chest as he grits his teeth against the bit and pushes forward.

He is aware there is an audience watching his dwindling progress. Determined not to be shamed before the entire world, he struggles on.

Delighted they've been able to drag some fight out of the young lad, Claudia enthusiastically gives him a tremendous lashing.

It hits him right in a sensitive part of his back sending a wave of pain through his body and almost causes him to collapse.

He stumbles a little but manages not to go over.

Claudia is serious about winning at whatever cost and she doesn't mind playing dirty.

Romeo staggers to the side smarting from the blow. He's trying his best, but this underhanded treatment is unfair!

John and Peter are still locked in a fierce competition with each other. Their male pride won't allow them to accept defeat. John watches Peter closely, waiting for his opportunity to pull ahead of him.

He's sure the next lap will be dramatic.

Surveying the race from her superior position on the balcony, the Countess is glowing. This is absolutely her favourite time of the year. </a>

The exhausted men are giving it all they've got struggling against each other and the enormous weight of the chariots. The determined women refuse to let them back down, even if it breaks them.

PART 19: Young tearaway Romeo has more than met his match in The Countess's niece Beatrice. Made to play her naked 'colt' in a perverse man-racing event he has fallen behind the older and stronger stallions. Now lapped by Claudia the exhausted boy has been horrendously whipped not just by his sadistic jockey but by Claudia too. For every bit of his misery makes it all the more fun for the ladies...

Beatice continues to lash at him. Already lapped by Claudia she has no hesitation in carving up the lad's back if it'll spur him on.

The Countess watches her niece closely, proud to see her race without a hint of pity for her slave.

Round the corner Romeo almost doubles up in pain made worse by the sight of George racing past athletically.

"You lazy bag of SHIT!!!" screams Beatrice as she creates another bright red stripe across the boy's once pristine back.

The injustice of her evil words cut Romeo to the quick but there is no way he can escape his tormentor.

Several times he's been on the point of collapse but pushes himself onward knowing it's the only way he has a hope of reducing the torture the mean girl inflicts on him.

Laughter coming from the marquee taunts him still. To be naked and beaten by a girl in the most exposed way imaginable. This is something that Romeo will never be able to forget for the rest of his life.

"Stop thinking and just MOVE you useless pile of garbage" she goads him causing him to lift his head and strain on.

Claudia has no time for losers and with a commanding lead she can afford to take a little more time out and indulge herself.

That lout who tried to break in to their home may be regretting it now. But Claudia feels that all scum like him probably require is a balanced diet.

Perhaps some fresh eggs are just what he needs. Pleased that at least Claudia isn't now whipping him Romeo has discovered some reserves of energy and has regained some momentum.

Although every stride is agony Romeo pushes on.

Out of the corner of his eye he can just make out Claudia turning around and throwing something at him with speed. Instinctively he ducks down fast.

The extra large egg strikes him right across his back and neck, exploding into a wet gooey mess.

Claudia watches, fascinated to see what will happen now.

Romeo's violent attempt to duck has caused his footing to go completely.

The naked boy collapses to the floor, his knees scraping across the turf and the carriage tipping into the ground. Only the reins and bit tightly attached in his mouth stopping him from falling flat on his face.

Gretchen gasps. The Countess's niece having an accident would ruin the race.

Fortunately she is alright. Only her pride is hurt as now both Constance and Bianca sail past her.

Romeo doubles up in agony, his stomach in knots. No part of his body doesn't hurt.

Gretchen can smile again now that Beatrice isn't hurt. All that's happened is one of the colts has brokendown. Nothing that wasn't expected.

Claudia and George race away from the scene of the crime as if they had nothing to do with it. As Bianca and Constance gain ground Claudia spurs George on to regain a commanding lead.

John and Peter both have the scent of victory tickling their noses.

With enormous anger coursing through his veins Peter will do anything to beat the rookie and prove to Constance what a champion she has in him.

Meanwhile Beatrice has her work cut out getting the spent colt merely to stand upright. As most of his back has been ripped to shreds she concentrates her whip on Romeo's sensitive flank. </center>

"You'd better get up if you know what's good for you." she advises him coldly, emphasising her words with a quick series of sharp strikes with the whip. Romeo lifts his head.

The athlete George is in his element, his muscles naked and alive, enjoying displaying his prowess for his Mistress. He may even double-lap the young thug.

"UP!" Beatrice commands, more than satisfied with the few seconds rest he has been allowed.

Shaking all over Romeo finally gets to his feet but has he got anything left in the tank to carry on the race?

All 3 policemen are galvanised to win and think they have the edge on their rivals. But, as we know, the end of a race is the most painful for the beast, not the beginning.

PART 20: Young colt Romeo has already fallen. Who will be next? The hellish intensity of their labour is taking its toll on all the stallions. Muscles are burning, backs ablaze with welts, but if the lady jockeys are going to see the race to the end they are going to have to beat their men all the harder and without any regard to their breaking point...

Bianca races up alongside Peter, his massive thighs and buttocks beginning to tire.

Constance drives her stallion into a tight turn allowing them to just head off John who struggles in the outer lane.

That manoeuvre has made Peter slow as he returns to the straight so John races to catch him.

Constance needs to get some speed on and fast. She slams her crop down hard on Peter's shoulder blades.

She would love his magnificent hindquarters to turbo drive forward with Claudia mere feet in front.

The moment isn't lost on John. He had everything against him and now there is a real chance of victory over the other 2 slaves.

But all the men are so desperately fatigued they may as well be racing up hill, every step is a new definition of pain.

From her vantage point Constance can see how close they are from the leaders. She can also admire a nice grid of evil stripes across Peter's burning back.

The poor lumbering beast groans with every torment she inflicts on him.

As they round yet another turn the World is starting to spin. The men have long lost count of how many laps they've done.

Every cut across his back causes Peter to bite down hard. For all his efforts nothing seems to satisfy his bitch mistress. Not while there is another chariot in the lead.

Hearing Peter panting heavily, John looks over and weighs him up.

Bianca has bided her time well. Now she will unleash whatever reserves her fine masculine stallion has in him.

Constance can hear Peter's low groans but can do no more than grit her teeth and continue her vicious whipping of him.

But whatever she tries Peter cannot accelerate. His legs are turning to jelly as John can see.

He bites down angrily and raises his speed. He may be able to beat Peter but the leader George is flying towards him on the opposite side of the track.

John's guts are choked with fear for George and Constance look unstoppable.

Constance and Peter lap Beatrice and Romeo once again but it is small comfort.

Bursting with pride Claudia and George hurtle along eager to lap the rest of the pack and show everyone who's top.

George's legs barely touch the ground he is flying at such incredible speed.

Knowing the entire crowd is watching George makes a gigantic leap, showing off his prowess for all to see.

But the clumsy beast lands awkwardly. His right ankle twisting and giving way beneath him.

Both legs fold up with shooting pain and collide with the rough ground.

Seeing her beast heading towards the turf Claudia carefully leans back to preserve herself.

There is a huge gasp from all around as the naked fool careers helplessly out of control. </center>

Fortunately his experienced mistress supports herself and it is only her hair that is harmed.

Everyone is aware of the almighty commotion on the other side of the racetrack but John won't be distracted.

"That's the rookie down. Now to finally thrash Pete." he thinks.

George is doubled over trying to get his breath back, winded by the accident, his pride and everything else bruised.

Constance turns to see Bianca draw up alongside her. She slams her whip down hard on Peter but this time it isn't working.

Both women drive their men on knowing that victory is now in their grasp.

At the turn Peter and Constance again have the advantage as long as they can keep up the fierce pace.

Cocks, balls and everything else flying, Peter predictably reclaims the lead.

But this time he has to slow allowing John to hurtle into 1st position.

Lungs burning with effort John looks and sees what's caused Peter to stall.

For there ahead in Peter's lane is Claudia laying into the stricken George

Calmly she steps out of her chariot and strides over to the fallen quivering beast.

Then with overwhelming anger she takes out her frustration on the startled young man.

There is nothing the naked slave can do as his rivals sail past him on route to the finish line.

The traumatised man cowers under Claudia's violent succession of blows.

Fresh tears mingle with the rain of sweat pouring out of him, his terrified groans muffled by the bit jammed tightly between his teeth.

"Just you wait. You'll pay for your incompetence you useless shit!" warns Claudia, hell-bent of punishing the boy until her whip breaks from overuse.

Meanwhile having passed the scene of the accident Constance and Peter are benefiting from their positioning in the turn.

Elizabeth smiles at the sport. There's only one thing better than seeing a human male raced into the ground, and that's seeing it result in the beast she bet on tearing into the lead.

But Peter and Constance aren't beaten yet.

With 2 stallions wrecked, who will be next?

PART 21: The audience is on tender hooks watching the action now that the race is reaching it's heated peak. The two fallen men are practically forgotten as their mistresses beat them nineteen to the dozen. All eyes are on the two policemen violently struggling to capture the lead. The Countess watches over them all from her magisterial position on the balcony, her heart beating passionately seeing the naked men giving everything they have and treated like beasts.

John and Peter are neck and neck, each one gaining and then losing the lead again.

They surge forward at top speed. Although the bulk of their energy has already been expended, this is the moment which counts!

Their hard muscular bodies have never been put to such a test. It's like this is the first time they've been put to their full use.

Without support, their dicks and balls flap freely in the air and bounce painfully between their legs.

They've never felt so conscious of every inch of their bodies as they strain under the blinding sun and the gaze of a rapt audience standing at the sides.

Peter refuses to show any sign of weakness, his male pride spurring him on as much as Constance's persistent whipping.

John's nostrils flare as he bites down hard, dredging up all the energy he has to capture the lead. The fact that his body is being worked to breaking point is secondary; the most important thing is victory.

Sweat is pouring down his body. His will to win overrides his aching, burning limbs.

Bianca has rode her steed very carefully, biding her time at the sides and not pushing him too hard in order to wait for the most advantageous moment. Now she's driving him confidently into the lead!

Constance has taken a different tactic seeing John slipping steadily forward. She pounds on Peter's back, tearing his tender flesh into ribbons. She ardently refuses to settle for second place.

Shocked by the searing pain caused to his back, Peter is traumatized and only lunges forward in the hope that she will soften the blows.

Peter takes the turn sharply, but this causes him to slow from manoeuvring the awkward carriage around. John maintains his speed.

Peter's path is blocked by Romeo who continues forward hopelessly although victory in the race is certainly lost. Beatrice won't let up on him.

John drives forward, hell-bent on victory. The taste of bile rising in his mouth from working his body to destruction takes on the sweet flavour of near success.

The men are aware of how perilously close they are to each other and the finish line. This is what it all comes down to and it'd be devastating to lose this race by a hair!

His eyes flash for a second towards his former colleague- now rival. He'll show this cocky bastard.

Everyone watches with baited breath as the two carriages come within an inch of colliding which would send both naked men sailing to the ground.

Bent into the wind, their enormous strong hindquarters are the only thing pushing them forward.

It feels as if they are each hauling a ton of bricks, the burden of the carriages has become so great.

The women can see that they are pushing the men to collapse, but this is of no consequence. They are so very close to the end!

"Faster you pathetic runt!" Bianca grits her teeth, eyes blazing with the prospect of victory while laying her whip into his back.

They surge forward at an incredible pace now lapping the humbled George who was leading only a short time ago.

Constance refuses to let herself be beaten at this late stage. She uses all her strength to lash at her stallion's already torn and bloodied back.

The lead switches back and forth between the two men. It could go either way at this stage of the game. The riveted audience watches on to see who it will be.

Only one woman will be crowned as a master rider... </center>

PART 22: It's the final lap. John and Peter fight with every fibre in their being to take the lead. They are driven past the pain threshold so that only their momentum carries them on. Their bodies are strained as taut as a rope about to break in two. The women take no heed. Now, the only purpose in the men's lives is to bring their determined female riders into victory.

With her adrenaline pumping, Bianca eyes the competition. She's dead set on winning this competition - fair or not.

Carefully, she steers her steed to the side. The enormous wheel of her carriage grinds against Constance's smaller one. Quick to avoid a disaster, Constance yanks the reins making Peter veer to the left.

He careens out of harm's way, but loses himself some more time.

The audience sees that this sport has the potential to get very bloody. Colts have been known to be utterly ruined on only their first outing. Really, it's to be expected.

John plows ahead straining every muscle in his body, biting down on his bit as if tearing the competition apart with his teeth.

He'll do whatever it takes to blow this little fuck-wit out of the water and prove to everyone he is the best man here.

They once called each other buddies, but now John would rather step on Peter's face than look at him. A deep primal urge rises up in him to prove by whatever means that he is the most dominant male.

Peter's breathing is ragged as he strains flying forward head first, mistakenly ignoring what's happening around him.

His footing is less sure than it was a moment ago. Given the speed they are going at and the heavy load which they are carrying, one wrong step could be fatal.

Peter's back suffers from deep lashes already, but Constance has no hesitation in giving him some more. They are so close to the finish line and still leading!

John lunges forward powerfully, drawing upon his intense determination to win and defeat his sorry former fellow officer.

Incensed they are falling back at this crucial point, Constance tears with all her might into Peter's back shouting "Don't you dare slow now you shit! Or Else!"

There is a collective gasp of astonishment as Peter cuts John off around the bend gaining the lead once more.

Constance shrieks sending her whip crashing down upon Peter's back like lightening. The winning place will belong to her!

John keeps up on the outside, but is unable to completely gain that crucial inch on his rival.

Constance is utterly fixated on beating the life out of her stallion if it means she'll cross the finish line first. Bianca sees another opening.

The finish line is just around the next bend and it could still be either one! Everyone is riveted watching the two fly forward at incredible speed.

Doing all he can to ignore the pain caused from this excruciating effort, Peter's muscular legs work harder.

His bare back is covered with sweat, dirt and blood. Constance doesn't care what happens to him, just as long as he takes her that little bit further to finish first.

The crowd of women are clapping and cheering, exhilarated by the thrill of competition and mindful of the high stakes they've bet on this race.

The blood is pumping furiously through Peter's temples making his veins strain. The intense effort is making him nearly weep.

Elizabeth knows what a cool head Bianca has in situations like this, but Constance is so ferociously determined she doesn't know if her pick will make it.

As they plunge forward to the turn, John races on the outside at tremendous speed.

Amidst the shouts and pulse racing excitement, Bianca watches their speed and distance from Constance carefully. Ever so gently, she pulls the reins instructing John to pull to the left.

Peter is hurtling forward with such determination, he doesn't even hear Bianca shout "Now! Now!" </center>

On command, John slams his considerable steely weight into Peter.

Their powerful muscular bodies crash against each other. Peter reels in shock.

The Countess gasps at this thrilling occurrence.

Peter trips over his feet and completely loses his balance.

He goes hurtling to the ground with such momentum that the reins snap and his knees skid over the ground.

Peter desperately tries to protect his body, but his sensitive dick and balls scrape against the gravel and weeds.

"Poor show!" Anna cries seeing her pick fall miserably.

"Up you miserable cunt!" Constance hollers at Peter who is overcome with pain.

"Well done Bianca!" Elizabeth shouts.

John sails over the finish line with Bianca sitting triumphantly atop her carriage.

The miserable losers stumble across the finish line after.

The Countess' heart is fluttering with excitement. That was the most thrilling thing she's witnessed in ages.

The slave watches on enviously as the women's attention is drawn so intensely to the naked men crossing the finish.

Constance steps off from her carriage, her face ablaze in fury.

Peter collapses to the ground. His knees, elbows and cock are all smarting from where he fell. His back feels like it's been torn open and his muscles are so strained they are shaking fiercely.

"You lazy bastard!" Constance snarls.

Utterly weakened, Peter kneels on the ground, covered in shame. Though he gave everything he had, he feels like an utter failure.

Constance can't abide losing anything. She honoured this creature by letting him carry her and he failed her! She whips him violently.

Bianca spreads her arms to receive the rapturous applause and cheers from the on-lookers for her tremendous performance.

The Countess waves from above, signalling the race has officially ended and that she congratulates the winner.

John stands on his strong trembling limbs letting his breathing slow down and hearing the shouts of joy around him. He's done it!

He's completely covered in sweat, his back stings terribly, his muscles are strained beyond repair, his throat is parched and he feels like he could sleep for days. But he has proved himself. </a>

Tears leak out of the corners of his eyes. He's never wanted something so bad or worked so hard in all his life.

He can't rationally understand why he wanted it so badly or how he has ended up in this state: naked out in broad daylight in front of a party of women.

But standing here before them as the winner is the best feeling of his life.

"I won!" Bianca turns her back upon John and cries excitedly greeting her fans.

"How dare you make me lose!" Constance screams lashing the already broken man.

He is so weak he can barely lift an arm to defend himself. He gave everything he had, but it wasn't enough.

Elizabeth comes rushing to congratulate Bianca for her fine hard work. Not only did she race her stallion well, but she made her a tidy sum of money.

The women warmly embrace her. "Well done Bianca!" "That was astounding work you did!" "Three cheers for Bianca!"

The sweat is dripping into his eyes burning them, but Peter sees towering above him the figures of other beautiful women.

"Worthless scum!" she shouts whipping his back already covered in cuts and welts.

The incensed women circle him beating his naked body from all sides.

Peter breaks down crying. He can't defend himself from the blows coming at him. He's completely defeated and at the women's mercy.

The other women watch the miserable naked creature laughing their hearts out.

He staggers over the dirt on his bruised knees, his male pride exposed under the daylight and vulnerable to blows from the women.

They chase after him lashing out from all sides. "You disgusting loser! How dare you!"

He holds his hands up unsuccessfully trying to shield himself. The women stand above him so tall and elegant.

He feels like a lowly worm that has failed so miserably he can never redeem himself. This is all he will ever be from now on.

Beatrice seizes Romeo's reign and jerks his head up to face her. He's aching so badly he can hardly move.

"For this you will be chained to my bed and made to lick me out every morning for the rest of your life," she promises.

The tears run fast down the boy's face as he stares up at her. This is really the way it will be from now on.

With his bruised legs shrivelled beneath him from his fall, George cowers on the ground. Claudia violently seizes a fistful of his hair and pulls his head up.

"Nasty, pathetic loser!" she shrieks. Claudia hates nothing more than losing. She will make him pay dearly for this humiliation.

She whips his face and, when he covers it, aims for the cuts on his back. "Please! I tried!" he moans miserably.

"But you FAILED! You are SHIT!"

She holds her riding crop over him threateningly. He crouches down in pain and fear, shaking horribly, knowing at any second she can beat him again. "You just wait till tonight," she says ominously.

At the instant John rose to receive what he thought would be warm embraces for a job well done, he feels a tremendous splash of cold water.

Dazed and shocked, the next thing he hears is shrieks of laughter coming around him.

He falls on the ground, gasping for air, his entire body smarting in agonizing pain after such an exertion. Instead of feeling proud, he feels cold and powerless.

"There you are horsey. You've earned this reward. A nice cold shower," Bianca smiles down on him. A chorus of laughter erupts behind her.

He doesn't understand. He expected a glorious reception, but now he's still just a naked figure of ridicule for the women. He shivers, chilled to the bone. Is this really all he'll receive?

PART 23: After the excitement of the afternoon's race, the women have had a long rest and relaxing bath. Now it's time to gather in the drawing room for cocktails and the evening's entertainment. Here the male slaves are standing at attention ready to serve the women in any way they please. They haven't been allowed a moment's rest since the race's end, hurriedly cleaning and preparing food and refreshments. They were only allowed to stop to be hosed off and dressed in the appropriate cuffs and collars.

Images from his former life still flash through his mind. As a tough rapper he could have as many women as he wanted. But it never felt as good as it does at this moment - the tension of waiting in a room totally naked.

Each of them waits with a continuous feeling of suspense, never knowing when the women will walk through and whether they will notice him or ignore him completely, his only purpose to serve. A sexual awareness is now a part of momentary existence.

His cock and balls are sensitive and alert as he's very conscious of how exposed he is.

Peter is still adjusting to his new duties. He's just gone through the most emotionally and physically arduous afternoon of his life. But instead of being allowed to rest, he now has to stand here and serve.

He holds the heavy tray with trembling hands, endlessly waiting for the moment when the ladies will choose to arrive. His heavy cock and balls hang fully exposed hoping to be satiated.

Romeo once took great pride in proving what a bad arse he is to his friends. Now he takes pride in obediently serving the women to the best of his ability. Similarly, former policeman George doesn't care about his career in the police anymore. His only desire is serve the Countess and the women of the estate as best he can, with every fibre of his being.

Suddenly, the unmistakeable sound of female laughter and voices comes from outside.

The men all tense, their entire bodies consumed with the anticipation of being revealed to the women who are about to enter.

From the sound of the women's footsteps, the slaves know the exact time to open the doors so that they may enter.

The women sweep into the drawing room dressed in their formal evening wear. Each of them takes a class of Crystal as she passes the naked former policeman.

The men are alert and attentive with every part of their bodies to the grace and femininity of the women who breeze past their nudity.

The women all chatter excitedly about the events of the afternoon, discussing the race and what a fine job the female riders did.

"It's always useless to bet on the new colts, isn't it? What possible hope do they have at winning?" Tamzin loudly declares.

"What a brave and ingenious move you made at the end," one woman gushes to the race's winner. "That horse certainly looked the fool as you knocked him off his path."

Peter's pride takes another blow and he feels his face heat up in indignation.

"It was nothing more than brushing off a fly," Bianca shrugs and laughs.

"Wasn't it lucky that foolish early lead stumbled onto his arse? You must have made a bundle with your pick coming in first," Gretchen says.

"Luck has nothing to do with it," Elizabeth brags. "I know a dud when I see it. There was no way that one had the stamina to lead all the way to the end."

Without being told, George obediently holds out the tray for her to ash in.

"But you can't fault poor Claudia. She tried her hardest with the useless creature," Elizabeth goes on.

"Just look at all the hard work she put into him," she says turning George around to display his wounds.

"This one took such a hard beating from Claudia his dick looks like it's shrivelled up inside his body!"

The women laugh loudly calling everyone's attention to the red stripes adorning George's back.

Romeo feels the stinging pain of the cuts which line his back as well. The women's laughter makes him more conscious of how naked he is and that he has been marked by them.

He's ordered to turn to display them more fully for the crowd. </center>

"Oh this one is definitely Lady Beatrice's work," Gretchen draws attention to the artistry.

"Just look at the multiple lashes on the bum!"

Gretchen breaks out into absolute hysterics as if the sight is too ridiculous for words.

The other women turn to look at his scarred arse and laugh as well in between sips of champagne.

Romeo feels the shame in every inch of his body, his worn muscles and strained skin burning with humiliation. Claudia is consumed by a burning desire staring at the patchwork of cuts she and Beatrice formed on this tender lad's back together. The tremendous exhilaration she felt at that moment comes rushing back to her.

Peter sees clearly how pathetic they all look with their backs torn up as they stand there utterly naked for the women's enjoyment.

The cascades of laughter ring in the men's ears as they stand utterly silent and attentive to the women's needs.

Looking around at each other, they feel like insignificant little boys who are helpless beneath the tremendous weight of a complex feminine world.

They are powerless, stupid and despised by the women who enthusiastically flaunt their supremacy over them. George must hold his breath in order to hold back the tears which are welling up in his chest.

Peter feels so pathetic it's as if he's continuously being ground into the dirt, a sharp spiked heel digging into the base of his spine. All their effort has been for nothing because the beautiful and powerful women have thoroughly bested them.

The door bursts open and in rides the Countess atop the winning stallion.

She clicks her heels against his flanks and smacks his already torn backside with her riding crop to spur him on.

His body is thoroughly worn out after his monumental sprint to the finish line, but he carries her with all his might.

The women cheer and clap at her entrance. It's truly an honour she's giving to this winning stallion to ride him herself.

He lumbers around in circles in front of them, breathing raggedly with his big cock and balls swinging back and forth between his legs.

Glancing back she only has to pat the angry welts on his behind with her riding crop to make him hiss in pain and lurch forward.

He's been ground down to near collapse and now he has to endure a ripe feeling of humiliation as he's surrounded by a crowd of laughing females.

She sits comfortably atop his strong back and he's very conscious of her long sensuous legs wrapped around him.

As the centre of ridicule, beaten and shamed, he feels like a true champion. It's the most extraordinary sensation of his life.

Everyone admires how radiantly superior the Countess looks riding the stripped and fallen policeman.

His cock feels full and extremely sensitive as he crawls around piteously with everyone staring at it.

The other male slaves lower their eyes hearing the roaring laughter and excitement buzzing through the women at the outrageous spectacle. </a>

Everyone is enthralled. The Countess knows how to tame and dominate men better than anyone else.

John feels crushed by the shrieks of laughter and seeing the beautiful women staring down at him like he's nothing but scum to be ridiculed.

The tears brim in the corners of his eyes as he wearily pushes himself on through his prolonged agony. He's aware of how the women all around him are so comfortable, relaxed and laughing while reclining on the soft cushions. Every muscle in his body aches.

The Countess laughs and bounces on top of his muscular back flaunting her power.

Unlike before, John is now focused on a single purpose. He isn't careening about wildly anymore. He's been tamed.

Romeo can only hope to one day garner notice from this infinitely supreme being.

John has no idea how long his public humiliation has been going on or when it will end. Time is distorted for him now that he's obliged to follow a string of ceaseless orders.

The women smile at each other in their grand conspiracy to keep the men as their piteous slaves for as long as they want them.

John feels with every inch of his body how incredibly low he is and he wonders what it will be like to exist at this level from now on.

The women are glowing with the sexual power they hold over these men.

The Countess pulls her winning stallion to a halt as she has an announcement to make to her guests.

"Ladies. I know a lot of you were very disappointed with the pathetic efforts of some of the horses," she says swinging her riding crop around the room indicating the nude servants.

The women laugh in appreciation picturing in their minds again how the men stumbled and fell about the track so ridiculously.

"But now you can exact your revenge."

The women are incredibly curious. They smile waiting for her to take the lead.

The Countess stands up and faces one of the horses who fell so spectacularly and shamefully.

"For the losing horse I've prepared a special punishment," she says sliding the riding crop down his naked body. George shivers to the bone.

How wonderful that there is to be a surprise for the evening! The Countess is so magnificently skilled at keeping and maintaining pony boys.

She turns and snaps her fingers with a loud click.

One of her slaves instantly turns and goes out the door, as was previously arranged.

The women giggle and look around at the naked men standing so tensely in anticipation.

He returns with a large case which he presents to the Countess.

The intrigued women sit on the edges of their seats. Bianca adores the wicked way the Countess' mind works.

As the case opens, the women's eyes widen considerably.

George must steady his nerves to stop himself from dropping the ashtray and platter of food. He trembles terribly.

The women grin at each other like they possess a wicked secret the stripped, vulnerable men will never know.

This is what the men were really working towards while they struggled forward in circles around that track. Now the real party can begin.

PART 24: The ladies have been enjoying discussing the day's thrilling race while being served by the naked men. But, now that the Countess has entered the room, everyone is reminded that this is her domain and her party. The men thought that a night of stripped servitude was harsh after the day they've been through, but the evening's entertainment has only just begun and the losers still need to be dealt with.

The tough former rapper stares down into the box. He's a man who has commanded respect from some of the toughest guys around, yet he trembles staring down at its contents.

The Countess grins while running her hand over the blunt instruments. The ladies are very intrigued and excited by what they see, but are careful to wait for the Countess to lead them.

She selects one of the strap-ons and hands it to Elizabeth. The naked slave nervously watches on conscious that he must follow whatever the Countess orders.

The women feel giddy with power recognizing that these are tools which can bring a strong man down to his knees and make him whimper.

They want to reach out and grab one for themselves, eager to try them on, but they restrain themselves and wait their turns.

The Countess adores introducing new ways to dominate men to the women beneath her. She knows many secret ways to control men and wring out pleasure from them.

For some time she has been waiting for exactly the right opportunity to bring out this special case again. This gathering is the perfect occassion.

A tense hush has fallen over the female guests and nude servants as the Countess assesses exactly which strap-on will be right for which lady.

Constance is impressed with the Countess' prowess. Claudia greatly anticipates what is to come as she glances at the men who failed them so spectacularly.

"Thank you Countess," Constance graciously says taking the device. The women share a conspiratorial grin.

They each have their own strap-on to use now and the women tentatively wait for the Countess' lead to show them how to use it properly.

"Ladies. Would you withdraw to the drawing room. Take the rest of the servants with you."

George was chilled to the bone seeing these strange devices the women have brought out and he's only too happy to escape out of the room.

But before he can take one step the Countess says, "George...stay here."

Never has the sound of his own name terrified him so much. He obediently freezes in place and feels the intensity of everyone's eyes looking at him.

He is relieved to be dismissed, but part of him would like to remain if the women allowed it and watch this stupid fucker get it hard.

The women make their way to the door and stare at George as if he were a man condemned.

The young man looks around desperately hoping for some help or explanation. But, devoid of sympathy, they merely laugh contemplating how his punishment will be carried out.

"Oh wait," George calls out after them, but the women ignore his pleas. They merely smile at the Countess as they pass her saying, "Have fun!" and "Make him pay."

The Countess' personal slaves leave last making sure that her orders are carried out.

She slaps the thick black cock in her hand staring at the terrified former policeman.

"He failed you terribly," the Countess says to Claudia. "Let's teach him a lesson."

The women turn on George and he realizes how outnumbered he is. The five commanding women laugh mockingly at him like a gang that has him cornered.

He feels weak staring at the strange contraptions in their hands and uselessly continues holding the tray of canapes and ashtray.

Confronted by the commanding ladies, the oppressive rich atmosphere of the stately mansion overwhelms him making him feel incredibly small and insignificant. </center>

He's astounded watching the women fit the devices on themselves, revealing hints of their beautiful breasts and legs.

Seeing them secure the instruments over their crotches he realizes what they have in store for him and he begins to panic.

His arsehole twitches at the sight of them and he feels a flurry of butterflies in his stomach.

The Countess supervises them all, making sure they've attached them properly so they are very secure.

The women giggle excitedly marvelling at the devices.

George stands off to the side feeling very ineffective and afraid. The sight makes him freeze in place, unable to move.

He feels very exposed with his hands full and his cock and balls hanging fully out in front of these five powerful females.

They playfully toy with the devices, slapping the big black cocks against each other, as if mocking his manhood.

The women laugh ferociously flaunting the added intimidating power that they now have with the strap-ons secured around their waists.

They mock him sticking out the big black cocks emphasising how much bigger they are than his own limp cock.

He stares speechlessly at the Countess as she approaches him waving the cock threateningly at him.

She's so strong and feminine he wants to obey her unquestioningly like he would have obeyed his supervising officer in that distant time when he was a policeman.

She tightens her fist around the cock and strokes it, smiling cruelly in his face. He's entirely disarmed and doesn't know what to do. "Please," he mumbles while holding the tray out, hopefully offering her a canape. It's all he has to give.

In a flash, she strikes the canapes from his hands. He cringes feeling like he's made some fatal error.

The women behind her burst out laughing. He feels very vulnerable, but with the commanding look on the Countess' face he knows he should follow whatever she orders without any hesitation.

"Down," she orders.

He takes a few trembling steps forward and kneels looking at the ring of smiling faces.

His knees are still sore from when he fell to the ground earlier. As he looks around him, his eyes are level with the long thick cocks all around him.

"You go first Claudia, as he let you down," the Countess says generously.

"Make the ineffective little bitch suck it!"

She makes sure his arsehole is spread wide for the women to begin at the other end as well. George turns back horrified.

She pulls his cheeks apart to reveal it fully for Elizabeth. </a>

Claudia orders him to open his mouth and holds out her cock for him to swallow. It takes a tremendous amount of effort for him to open his mouth fully as he's so frightened.

Elizabeth spits on his arsehole to make it easier for her to enter him.

He feels her warm spit hit his crack and drip down to his tightly closed hole.

George closes his lips around the hard cock and feels it sliding bitterly between his teeth and over his tongue.

Elizabeth rubs the saliva over the rim of his hole with the head of her strap-on.

The sensation is perplexing and he tightens his arse in fear.

George unwillingly takes the cock thrust in his mouth, every part of him rejects this unmanly invasion of his body.

Elizabeth jams her cock into his resistant arse, pushing it in a centimetre at a time.

His worn muscles instinctually tighten at the sensation of it pushing its way into the tender part of his body.

The women huddle around him laughing, taunting him with their strap-ons.

Holding his arse, Elizabeth pushes it in further and begins thrusting.

Claudia says, "You love it, dirty bitch" and moves aside so Constance can make him eat her cock as well.

"Eat it fucker," Constance orders and pushes his head harshly down onto her thick cock.

George has to fight a wave of sickness feeling the women's strap-ons rammed into his rear end and mouth.

A deep, intense pain comes over him as his arse is prized open by Elizbeth thrusting up inside his arse. The women spit-roasting him laugh wildly.

"I'm going to split you right open, pig!" she shouts pushing inside him.

His dick feels incredibly sensitive as the women fuck him from both ends.

He splutters and coughs as the big dildo is pushed deep in his mouth. He tries to pull away but Constance pushes his head back down on it.

The women prize his cheeks apart and Elizabeth thrusts more violently into him.

George's body shudders in shock at being so harshly pinned between the two strong women. His body is overcome with pain as he's penetrated.

He can hear their laughter all around him. She mercilessly works the cock around his mouth, pulling it in and out so that he's slobbering all over himself as he helplessly sucks it.

Elizabeth grips his hips and joyously fucks him saying, "The sorry bitch is really loosening up now."

She leans forward and pushes his head straight down on the hard cock.

He gags and retches, unable to take it.

He feels his face burning up in utterly complete annihilating shame.

Bianca eagerly gets behind him stroking her larger strap-on and eyeing the target of his arse.

George tries to move away, unable to take anymore. But Elizabeth holds him in place and says, "Stick it in the pathetic bitch."

He gives a garbled scream of pain which causes the women to laugh uproariously.

The women have to hold him down more actively to keep him in place. Elizabeth shakes her head, "You'd think he'd be grateful that I generously opened him up for your big one."

Bianca pushes up inside him sending electric shock waves of pain thrumming through his body.

She gets a good position between his legs so she can hold onto his back and thrust inside him more easily.

Tears spill down the stricken man's face as he's ripped into from every angle.

The cock works deep into his arse stimulating him in some unknown and terrifying way.

Consumed by an uncontrollable energy the women laugh out loud and eagerly fuck him.

"This is what you get for coming in last place! Not much of a man, are you? Can't you take it, you worthless loser shit!?!"

Hearing the Countess' words, George tightens his muscles and tries to steel himself against the pain.

But the intensity of them screwing his body from both ends overwhelms him. He breaks down in tears and moans wishing they'd stop.

"Deep throat," Elizabeth commands pushing his head down.

Hand prints from the women gripping his buttock hard gleam on his arse.

George never thought he could feel as low as he did this afternoon. But now as he's fucked from all angles he feels like the lowest thing on the planet.

The combined feeling of the woman's cock ramming his arse...

and being made to swallow another completely crushes him.

Elizabeth reaches between his legs and grips his cock and balls, tugging them back.

He feels his cock tingling as a warm, feminine hand grips and tugs on it.

It shocks him how sensitive and tender they feel while he's being fucked.

"The fucker should feel proud to be fucked by a champion racer!" the Countess says and laughs. "Be grateful you shit!"

George tries to mouth the words "Thank you" but his mouth is full and the dildo is rammed again into his aching jaw.

"You snivelling cunt! Thank her!" the Countess mercilessly goads him.

George gives a very muffled thanks though his head is pushed down further onto the cock almost making him sick again.

The women laugh hysterically taking full advantage of the sorry man.

He's so exhausted he can't fight them any longer and allows them to plow into his face and arse.

They taunt the fallen man, rousing more anger in him and making him squeal in pain.

"Now open wide for ME, you sorry fuck!"

Bianca demonstrates has she's able to thrust fully inside his opened arsehole while the Countess shoves her own cock in his mouth.

"Your hungry for it now, aren't you?" she whispers sinisterly to him.

Great sobs are welling up in George as he sucks on it telling himself to be grateful.

He's thoroughly wrecked, more than if the women had stomped on his body and reduced him to pulp.

The women push past his resistance, making him take more than he ever thought he could.

Time has no meaning anymore while kneeling on his hands and knees unwillingly receiving them. It feels as if they've been tearing into his body for hours.

The women all want to take turns and now they spread his arse so Claudia can have a go at fucking his worn arsehole.

His arsehole is broken wide open and is dripping as if aching for more.

The women laugh and spank his arse while Claudia slides her long thin cock into him.

She pushes it deep inside opening his arse up wider.

He cries out in pain, but the women leap on him holding him down.

She steadily thrusts in and out of his arse, working up a rhythm fucking him.

Claudia moans joyously screwing him, utterly consumed by the powerful sexual feeling this gives her.

The sexual tension that has been steadily rising all day as the women observed the men naked now explodes out as they steal their pleasure from this ripe young man.

His mouth is stretched wide open to receive the massive cock.

He feels the hands gripping his naked body from all sides, as the gang of women thoroughly humiliate and take advantage of him.

The prolonged pain has made him dizzy and his muscles feel stretched and worked to the point of exhaustion.

The women laugh, selfishly extracting their pleasure and it's all thanks to the generous Countess.

PART 25: George can barely remember back in that time, only a couple weeks ago, when he bragged to his friends about starting his work in the police. They joked how the ladies can't resist a man in uniform and speculated about all the women he would get to strip search. He envisioned a long life in the squad where he would be respected and become a pillar of the community. How quickly those dreams have shattered. This is his life now.

Bent in exhaustion on the floor and spluttering with tears, George looks pleadingly into the Countess' commanding eyes, "P-please. No more."

"You didn't think you'd get off that easily, did you darling?" she coos clutching him by the chin.

"We have a score to settle with you, you piece of shit. We could go on all night. Now be an obedient bitch and climb up on my cock."

His arse is aching horribly from the gang of women driving entry into him. He cringes at the idea of sitting on that big hard dildo, but the women circle around him threateningly waving their big strap-ons at him.

He tentatively straddles her, his limbs trembling from the terrible strain he's just gone through and his arsehole clenched tight shut.

The women leap in, grabbing his arse, ripping it open and directing the dildo towards his sore hole. In a panic, he struggles in vain to avoid getting it again.

His head is pushed down onto the thick dildo again before he can clamp his mouth shut to resist it.

They grip the dildo hard and jam it between his cheeks, shoving it into his resistant hole.

He gives a muffled scream in pain as another dildo is shoved into the back of his throat.

Claudia orders, "Bounce up and down on that cock bitch. I know you can't get enough!"

He awkwardly tries to obey, sliding up and down on the hard dildo that's pushed deep inside him.

"That's pathetic! You can take it deeper than that!"

Elizabeth pushes him down, making him sit on it completely while Bianca holds his head in place so Constance can fuck his mouth.

His arse is burning hot, being split wide open as he's shoved onto the big thick dildo.

His cock and balls rub against the Countess as he painfully bounces up and down on her cock. "Good pussy eater!"

The women are laughing ecstatically feverishly ganging up on the naked broken lad.

His arsehole which had never even been touched before this day has now been pulled wide open with the dildo painfully exploring his arse.

The women are tremendously aroused taking advantage of the trembling naked man together. "Fuck it you dirty bitch."

George can feel how turned on the women are working him over and hear it in the passion of their voices.

"A loser like this isn't good for anything but a hard fucking," Claudia says.

The women enthusiastically grab his arse and shove it down onto the hard dildo.

Hands are pushing him onto it from every angle and his arse is helpless to resist.

"You are going to feel this for months, my sweet one," Elizabeth promises, her eyes gleaming with delight.

Constance rhythmically pushes his head up and down over her cock, enjoying the complete power she holds over him.

With enormous strength, Elizabeth rams the dildo all the way into his arse. </center>

George feels an acute splitting pain as the dildo reaches deeper inside him.

They push him up and down, frantically making him screw the Countess' cock.

She moans excitedly feeling the big muscular man trembling in her arms, feeling her power deeply.

The dildo slides in and out rapidly, stimulating him in a way he never imagined.

The women firmly hold onto his thick, meaty cheeks pushing him up and down.

They get off seeing how much he is straining and struggling to obey them.

The Countess grunts, thrusting her hips up so the dildo sinks further into him.

They spank his arse encouragingly turning it a bright scarlet.

The women flip the exhausted helpless man over and spread his legs so they can fuck him on top.

His legs are held wide open and he cups his sensitive dick and balls as the women grind into his arse one at a time.

"Open your mouth and suck it loser," Bianca orders.

He doesn't resist anymore, but gladly opens his mouth sucking it as commanded.

They surround the lad feverishly working on his body in a wild orgy.

"Make him suck that dirty cock clean!"

He licks and sucks on the dildo which was shoved far up his arse, tasty the tangy dirt and sweat from his own body.

The women grunt and moan joyfully working him over, completely trashing him.

His arsehole has been worked wide open by the skilful women so that Constance can screw him vigorously.

"Suck it deep. It tastes good, doesn't it sweetheart? It's making you horny for more."

The sensation of being penetrated from both ends has made his dick very tender. </a>

Constance screams with laughter pounding his arse harder and harder.

She grabs hold of him, grinding deep inside him and cursing, "You're a proper bitch now."

His arsehole is gaping wide to receive her now that he's broken in.

"This loser is looking too comfortable," the Countess says.

"We could flip him over and screw him," Elizabeth says. George looks up desperate and afraid with the way the women are maliciously tossing him around.

Elizabeth grabs him by the hair and pulls him up. George cries out in pain, his eyes welling up with tears.

She turns him around and the ladies whip his legs up in the air so his arse is exposed. His sensitive cock flaps back against his stomach as he's jostled around.

The women pull his legs back so Claudia can easily mount him.

"Oh that's much better! I'm going to screw this failure into the floor."

George does feel like a small and helpless creature being ground down by the powerful women.

They laugh and egg each other on, only growing more excited the more they take turns screwing him from all angles.

Without being asked, George opens his mouth to receive Elizabeth's dildo. He sees again the ring of cocks around him all bobbing in the air waiting to be sucked.

They sink their nails into his flesh, clawing at him from all sides.

Claudia can now lean into him, putting all her wait behind her as she drills the cock up his arse.

Tears run in a steady stream out of the corners of his eyes. He feels like nothing being so maliciously used by the women.

She pummels his arse, plunging her dildo in and out of his gaping hole.

Elizabeth is glowing with satisfaction, taking all the pleasure she wants out of him with her friends.

Claudia bounces up and down on top of him with reckless abandon.

His legs are being bent back into his head and his back is curved until it feels it's about to break, but George is only conscious of the sensation of her cock sliding in and out of him.

She moans furiously fucking him.

The women's pleasure is reaching a feverish peak. They circle around all wanting a piece of him.

"You dirty worthless bitch! You piece of shit!" she moans fucking him faster.

George is perspiring from the pain and effort. He feels so thoroughly ashamed. His cock and balls are bouncing up and down as she fucks him powerfully.

"You came in last fucking place, you useless cunt!"

His legs are wrenched back so she can pound his arse with as much power as possible.

His face is slapped back and forth as he's denounced as a loser.

"We're going to fuck you like this every night for the rest of your life!"

She slaps his arse while plunging into him, enjoying the sight of his dick and balls flapping about uselessly.

"Tear that cunt apart!" Elizabeth screams slapping his face.

Bianca spanks him hard while Claudia rams him.

George screams in horror while being attacked from all sides.

He crumples up beneath her, destroyed by the five wilful women.

He cries furiously like never before understanding how disgusting and degraded he is, scarred for life.

"Dirty worthless pig!" Claudia shouts slamming into his arse and spanking him.

He swallows the cock, feeling their words in every fibre of his being.

The women are radiant with power and superiority, a fully grown former policemen whimpering beneath them.

Time has warped into an endless cycle of one woman after another coming after him fucking him in the mouth or arse. His body is horrifically aware and alert of every painful sensation, his nerves worn raw.

He gags on the cock plunged into his throat and gags. The women only laugh in response.

Claudia moans with delight knowing she's utterly conquered the man.

Staring upward, George can see the Countess with her curvaceous statuesque frame towering above him, laughing her heart out like he is the most ridiculous thing that has ever existed.

PART 26: As punishment for losing the race George has been on the receiving end of some savage treatment from the Countess and her guests. Battered, bruised and buggered he wants his punishment to come to an end. However the ladies have more planned for George.

"Empty your balls for us, my pet," Elizabeth orders the battered and sore man.

"I'll wager this failure can't even accomplish that," Bianca says, making all the women laugh.

George is determined to show them this time that he can do what he's told and furiously pumps his heavy cock. He can feel all the women's eyes watching him, squeezing his nipples and sliding their hands over his naked body.

Watching him stroke his dick, Elizabeth thinks about how they all fucked him hard and the look of absolute anguish on his face.

As his dick hardens he's aware of the powerful women around him who have now claimed him as their property.

She fondles his large balls bouncing out of control, full and ready to burst after the exertions of the day.

His cock hardens quickly, excited by the heady desire from the women all around him.

He can smell the women's rich perfume and is aware of the luxurious mansion around him. This is a class of life different from what he's used to and he wants to impress so badly.

The idea of being owned by these women whose jewelled hands caress the muscles of his body begins to thrill him.

"I'm going to fuck you every day pig," Claudia promises. Visions of this afternoon repeating endlessly fill his head.

His skin reddens as his aching cock grows harder, the pleasurable tingling it gives mixed with the pain from the fucking he just received.

They squeeze his balls hard as he frantically whips his cock.

"Look at him go. He loved being fucked at both ends," Constance says.

"I have a fucking machine we could put him in and leave him on display at the ladies' country club."

The women laugh and play with his body. He imagines being the object of endless ridicule, permanently exposed.

He strokes his dick faster unable to stop now that the women have driven him into such a desperately excited state.

The grinning women watch as cum surges up through his dick and sprays onto the carpet in front of him.

Elizabeth squeezes his arm hard, wildly excited that she and the other ladies have driven him to this.

"You dirty fucker," Bianca says slapping his arse.

The women scream with delight and squeeze his nipples as he drains his balls.

She's powerfully aroused watching the copious amount of semen spilling from his cock.

An enormous grin crosses George's face feeling incredibly proud. The sensation of coming now after the beating and pain his body received is more powerful than anything he's ever felt.

"I knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself," Elizabeth cackles.

He feels pleased to have given the women what they want. He continues working out the last dregs of semen from his cock, the sticky fluid dripping into a puddle on the floor.

He's especially honoured to have performed for the beautiful Countess. The feeling of her warm feminine body pressed against his back makes him want to do this for her every evening.

She looks into his eyes and says, "You disgusting filthy pig."

To George's utter dismay she shouts, "No wonder you're so useless pulling your mistress's chariot."

His beaten and bruised body is pushed to the floor.

Standing above him victoriously, she stares down flexing her riding crop.

George kneels on the floor, his knees sliding across his own puddle of sperm. He's overcome with a sense of humiliation feeling he's displeased her again.

Filled with their power and superiority, the women stare coldly down at the broken, drained man.

The Countess delivers a sharp whack to his round pummelled arse.

George flinches and turns to see the magnificent women towering over him, threatening to tear into him again.

"Get out," the Countess orders him and he immediately crawls on hands and knees to the door. His sore cock and emptied balls swing between his legs as he hurries to exit.

The women scream with laughter which George can still hear as he crawls out of the room. It's a sound that will stay with him for the rest of his life, along with the scars on his body from the ordeal of today.

PART 27: Now that the Countess and her friends have driven the battered George out of the room, they invite the other ladies and naked servants in. The men have grown very excited in the interim and the Countess generously allows them to wank for their entertainment.

John stands in the middle of the room stroking his hardening cock with wild abandon, surrounded by the elegant ladies who reach out to stroke his balls or caress his muscles.

The women are filled with desire watching him, his large muscular body sweating as he pleasures himself.

Bianca squeezes the winner's balls feeling how full and warm they are.

Excited by the women staring at him, his dick is incredibly hard and about to burst.

He feels all the women watching, judging him in his exposed most sensitive state.

Unable to stop himself from stroking his dick, John is overwhelmed with a sense of shame.

Bianca feels a sexual high controlling this big strong man and making him ejaculate into her glass.

She strokes his balls willing him to cum just for her.

His fist tightens around his cock as he empties his balls.

He stands there feeling completely drained and used after an incredible physically and emotionally arduous day.

"You know something," Claudia comments. "I think my horse George got off a bit too easily."

"I mean, being fucked by us is a reward not a punishment."

"Can you think of another punishment you'd like to give him?" the Countess asks.

She thinks about John emptying his balls into Bianca's glass. "Something's just occurred to me yes," she says smiling mysteriously.

Peter stands amidst all the women feeling completely overwhelmed.

One of the slaves starts stroking himself seeing the excited women gathering around the naked men.

Peter feels the bliss of being completely enveloped by the women's feminine power.

The women eagerly gawk as cum shoots from his dick in a big burst.

The over-excited women grab all the naked men, wanting to see them all in a helpless state while they milk them all for their sperm.

After serving the women's every whim all day, his enormous dick is throbbing and ready to burst.

The women order him to drain every last drop of his sperm into the glass.

The sensation of serving the women only as they wish and being the object of their insatiable desire incredibly heightens the pleasure.

They squeeze his balls and look him over. Every fibre of his being is exposed.

He feels a tremendous rush as if swept along the crest of a wave, the women willing him to ejaculate for them. His heart beats frantically as he cums.

Young Romeo is tremendously nervous feeling these confident, wealthy women surround him.

They are so lusciously feminine, he submits to their will and his cock grows fantastically hard.

Pushed on by a surge of enthusiasm and the women's heady desire, he pumps his dick like never before.

He's knocked breathless by the power of his orgasm in front of these women.

His hot sperm flows into the glass.

The Countess takes command in the centre of the room. "Blindfold George and bring him to me," she commands a slave.

The women giggle knowingly as the slave follows her command.

George was curled up in a dirty corner, thinking his ordeal for the day was finished when he suddenly felt himself grabbed by the slave and his eyes covered.

He's roughly jostled forward, having no idea where he's going or what's expected of him.

"What's going on?" he says hearing the female laughter all around him in the darkness as if in a nightmare. "Haven't I been punished enough?" he pleads.

"Certainly," the Countess says to the cowering man.

"Oh," he sighs feeling a tremendous surge of relief.

"But you agree that you let down your Mistress Claudia very badly today," she hisses.

"Such a lazy slave."

George is speechless, his mind racing. He's overcome with a new feeling of panic, aware that danger is close.

"But even pathetic slaves like you need refreshments after your exercise today."

He clenches his hands into sweaty fists, trembling all over. The Countess brings the glass to him.

"I have something very special for you," she says tipping his head back.

"Open wide!!!"

The mixed semen of the five men sloshes around the crystal glass.

His lips are quivering and his heart is racing, but he makes himself keep his mouth open as per the Countess' command.

The women gasp as the sticky fluid drips down into his mouth.

George feels his throat and mouth filled with a strange gloopy substance.

He nearly gags, but makes himself swallow it as he knows to spit it out would incur the Countess' absolute wrath. He peers into the emptied glass.

The realization of what he's just drunk hits George like a slap in the face. He coughs feeling utterly sick to his stomach.

"Countess, a most fitting punishment." Claudia says satisfied.

"Ladies, please raise your glasses to Countess Jocelyn."

Claudia looks upon George pleased she's fully conquered him. Now he won't forget his place.

"To the Countess!"

"Here's to the next party," the Countess says staring directly at George. "Cheers!"

The women laugh in a chorus. George looks around at the circle of grinning female faces and understands that this shame will be with him for the rest of his life.