The Countess - Part 2
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Ivan kissed the Countess’s feet as he groveled naked before her. Relieved to finally be free of his “shaming” punishment in the village, he hoped that finally he would be allowed to release his seed. For the past 4 months he had been strapped naked in a stockade, and locked in a chastity cage. He was filthy and knew his scent was offensive. His cock, still constrained in the cage, wept pre-cum freely as he feasted his eyes on Katirina’s beauty.
His shaming had been horrible. Not only exposed helpless to the elements, the fact that his sexual urges were not allowed relief drove him nearly mad with lust. Each night, several of his former girlfriends in the village would bring him food and drink and would attend to the wounds from his daily beatings, but what he wanted most of all was relief from the constant ache in his balls. At first they tried to remove the cage but could not pick the lock, and they were afraid to try and cut the lock off. Eventually they tried to lick or stroke him through the cage, but this only served to make him even hornier, and because of the constriction, he could not cum. Eventually, the village Cossack came and released him from the stockade, and chained his hands behind his back. Finally relieved to be able to stand, his whole body was on fire with pain as he slowly walked to the cart that was to take him to St. Petersburg.
The Countess said little to Ivan, but obviously appreciated his display of submission as he laid at her feet. She reached behind her and pulled a silken cord which called her servants to take him away. When Ivan looked up, a wicked smile crossed his lips as he saw six of the most beautiful women he had ever lain eyes on come into the room. They walked him down a beautiful marble hallway, his knees buckling as he had not regained his strength. As he entered the Countesses bathroom, he blinked in disbelief. Being an ignorant serf from deep in the countryside, he had never seen such luxury. Gold basins held water and a large circular tub was in the center of the room. Shelves surrounded the tub with luxurious towels of the finest fluffiest cotton as well as various soaps and sponges from all over the world. As he was led into the tub, he noticed a pair of shackles hanging down from the ceiling. As his hands were uncuffed from behind his back, they were led into the dangling shackles.
Ivan still felt humiliated as, apart from the chastity cage (which offered little to hide his nudity) he was completely naked in front of 6 strange, and beautiful women. Another servant entered the room carrying a small golden box. One of the women opened the box and produced a silver key. Once she grabbed the lock on his cage, Ivan felt his hopes soar as he hoped that now, finally, he would be free of this infernal chastity cage. His brain flooded with images of all the pent up lustful thoughts that had been filling his mind. He imagined plunging his cock into the ass of the beautiful Countess, or having it devoured and sucked by all 6 of these gorgeous women. His smile got wider and wider as the cage was finally removed and his cock leapt out like a spring being released from a great pressure. Andrea, the leader of the women, giggled as it slapped her in the face, so happy to be free.
The girls all started to disrobe, and his cock now slapped his stomach, so hard he thought it would burst in two. Once all were naked, they joined Ivan in the bath and began to pour warm water all over Ivan and themselves. Ivan moaned in pleasure as the warm water touched his skin as he had been relentlessly tortured and exposed for so long, these sensations felt like pure heaven.
The girls were stunning, Ivan did not know where to look first. Six pairs of gorgeous breasts surrounded him and 6 pairs of hands began soaping him up. They ran soft sponges over his nipples and over his ass, giggling as they obviously approved of his form. As they took his cock in their hands, they all soaped his hard cock and aching balls with their silky wet hands. Ivan groaned uncontrollably, twitching and thrashing,desperate for release. As he felt the cum rising in his cock, his toes began to curl and his balls began to tighten. The girls, skilled prostitutes , recognized the signs and made sure to tease him right to the edge but not over. At the last minute they all stepped back from Ivan and took their hands off of him. Ivan screamed in desperation and thrashed like a madman, but to no avail. He was sooooo close, but not close enough. After a few minutes of impotent shaking, Ivan dropped his head in defeat. Andrea, the lead girl, gingerly took his chin in her hand, kissed him deeply and motioned to the other girls. Ivan almost cried as he felt the hated chastity cage was reapplied and again, his manhood was locked away.
They all took turns drying Ivan as they explained his new situation to him. He was a slave, with no rights, and no where to go. He was the property of the Countess, and IF he was ever to want to release his sperm again, he would have to satisfy her needs. They explained the marbles, 12 black and 350 white and how his temporary sexual relief depending on his earning a marble and hoping it was black. Ivan was angered by his new circumstances, but resigned to his fate. When they told him that he was to be teased like this each morning, and trained in the ways of servicing women each day, his eyes turned red with frustration, but he bit his tongue. There were worse fates, such as being encased in this cage and working in some forsaken coppermine in Siberia, never to feel the touch of a woman again. Ivan was just beginning his transformation into a proper slave.
HIs training with the girls was both erotic and the most pleasurably experience of his young life, but it was also the most sexually frustrating torment imaginable. He was an eager student, and the girls all were most pleased to have such a handsome protege to not only teach how to please women (practicing on them of course) but also to tease,torment and enjoy his gorgeous body.
Andrea especially salivated at the thought of all that youthful energy, and boiling cum, backing up in his balls. As she stroked his head as he eagerly licked her pussy to yet another expertly executed orgasm, she reflected on what a good deal she and the other girls had gotten from the Countess. Now instead of having to serve hundreds of men, most of whom turned her stomach, she had one client, and HE had to serve her. It was like a dream come true. Ivan learned all of the best tricks to please women. How to use his hands to expertly massage and seduce. How to use his mouth in all the right places. Her pussy, licking lightly and kissing softly. The back of her knees, the soft flesh of her inner thigh. The joys of giving his Mistress a foot massage, followed by expertly applied kisses to her toes, licking the soles of her feet, kissing her ankle. Ivan learned well. In addition to learning the arts of pleasing women, Ivan also became almost drunk with lust, and that lust was focused on one target, the Countess. He lived for nothing more that pleasing her, giving her pleasure, tasting her juices, massaging her thighs, kissing her feet. His transformation from proud yet troubled Serf to absolute Slave was continuing and speeding up. HIs constant horniness and lack of release had cracked his will.
Each night, after the relentless teasing of the servants of the Countess, Ivan was led again, naked to her bedchamber. He was to await her return kneeling with his eyes down. Ivan could not help but stare at his throbbing and imprisoned cock, so helpless and full of need, the source of which he was programmed to serve. Often the Countess would arrive from a day of hunting, and saying nothing, would snap her fingers. Ivan would scramble to remove her boots, kissing each inch of her glorious legs and feet as his hands trembled. The Countess just sighed, casually running her fingers through his hair, growing wetter and hotter as she could feel the lust radiating off of him like a roaring fire. Once he had removed all of her clothing, she would instruct him to bathe her. Ivan eagerly agreed, and gently soaped her glorious breasts, her stomach, her long kissable legs and lastly her fantastic ass, so tempting he could barely see straight. The Countess lazily enjoyed her bath, casually running her soapy toes over his imprisoned cock. Her desire increased as she saw the look in Ivan’s eyes, the look of unbridled lust. Lust for her, and her alone. Finally, she would lay upon her bed and spread her legs. This was the signal, and Ivan would pounce.
Like a starving man finally being granted a morsel of food, Ivan attacked the warm wet pussy of the Countess with a shower of wet kisses and light nibbles. The Countess made no effort to do anything other than to lay back and enjoy his ministrations. Each night Ivan would greedily lick her to no less than 10 orgasms, each one exciting her more than the last. By the end of the evening, Ivan would be panting and desperate, desperate for the potential for release. The Countess would then pull her velvet cord, summoning her gorgeous servants and the jar of marbles and box with the key would be brought in. Andrea would blindfold Ivan and tie him to the end of the bed. The key to the chastity belt would be summoned, and the Countess herself would remove it. After so much cunnilingus, the Countess craved Ivan’s cock inside her, and every night this ritual would be enacted.
After Ivan was released, his throbbing and erect cock would bob and dangle in desperation. The Countess always enjoyed giving it at least one long and excruciatingly slow lick before spreading her legs before him. She was now positioned for Ivan to enter her. Her servants were stationed on either side of Ivan, ready to quickly pull him out if he got to close to the point of no return. They had teased Ivan so much, they knew his body better than he did and they could tell when he was getting close. They stood ready to “remove” him from the Countess if he was about to shoot. His orgasm was to be determined by fate, and after the marble was removed from the jar, it was given to the Countess. Once comfortably positioned, the Countess would nod and Ivan would begin pumping.
This was both heaven and hell for Ivan. The silky wet pussy his cock rammed into sent waves of pleasure throughout all his body. His desire and lust, so long denied caused him to act as a wild animal, thrusting, pounding, pumping like a wild man. This drove the Countess wild as well, and she easily came over and over as her crazed slave rammed into her, insane with lust. Finally, as the girls noticed Ivan was getting close, the Countess would hold up the marble. If it was white, he was immediately yanked out of the Countess, and his cock would be iced and returned to its prison. If black, he would be allowed to shoot his load into the Countess.
He begged incoherently as he plunged into her silky hole. Begging desperately for release, his rhythm growing faster and harder, the Countess was overcome herself, and squirted her juices all over his fevered cock as her nails dug into his ass. Please my Lady, Please I will do anything to serve you, Ivan begged.
The Countess, almost blacking out in pleasure, offered him a chance to show his devotion. If he truly wanted only to serve her, he would allow her to keep his marble.
Yes, Yes, anything Mistress!
After this final outburst, tears welled in the noble icy blue eyes of the Countess. The satisfaction she had so desired her entire life was finally here. She was completely sated. After he begged to do anything to serve her, the Countess nodded to the girls and they quickly removed Ivan from her pussy. Frankly, she could take no more as her pussy burned with exhaustion, having been relentless serviced and filled for the past 5 hours. She then lifted up the marble and showed it to Ivan.
It had been black! An evil smile crept upon her lips as she tossed the marble onto the floor and all eyes watched as it rolled towards a small hole in the floor. The sound it made as it dropped out of sight caused Ivan’s stomach to drop. One of his precious orgasms had now been tossed away, and it was freely given by him, for nothing in return. His face burned with shame as his cock twitched and throbbed, so close to cumming but not close enough. As the girls went to get the ice, Ivan dropped his head to the floor. His conversion to slavery was complete.
As he struggled to understand the transformation he had just undergone, the Countess, in a moment of tenderness lifted her gorgeous foot to his mouth. Ivan, instinctually, and roboticallly kissed it, his eyes closed in utter bliss.