The return to the castle was in silence, and the valet rolled gently through the thick fog. Walter felt as if he were rolling on a sheet of soft, white cotton. Upon arriving at the castle, the butler ushered Fanny in through a hidden door. She followed him through a maze of corridors, each more luxurious than the last, until he stopped before a smaller door that seemed less ornate. Yes, this door, less elaborate compared to those that followed it in the long, padded corridor. This corridor had walls of thick burgundy velvet with raised, dark fir-green borders. The valet opened this door, and Fanny followed him, and he immediately closed it behind her. Without preamble, he said to her sternly:
- Undress and put your collar back on and leave so I can take you to the SM room in the dungeon.
Fanny hesitated to undress in front of him, but didn't have to think too long when she saw Walter brandish a riding crop seemingly out of nowhere. He amused himself by whipping the air several times, delivering sharp, precise, and regular blows that grazed the submissive woman. Once Fanny was naked, Walter fitted her with a collar and leash, took hold of the end, and pulled, leading her towards another small door at the back of the room, identical to the first. Fanny had no choice but to follow, led like a dog on a walk. The butler then led the submissive woman through a series of rooms and corridors decorated like a palace. Finally, they arrived at a massive double door, this time with the Evans coat of arms carved in large letters. They both entered, and Walter said calmly:
- This is your Master's BDSM room.
A circular room (typical for a dungeon), about 10 meters in diameter. The walls were made of hewn stone, hidden by luxurious silk hangings of a deep golden yellow. The room had a high ceiling, a magnificent French-style ceiling with an enormous chandelier of candles from a bygone era at its center. Against the walls and all around the circumference of the room were St. Andrew's crosses, each made of two vertically crossed beams. There were eight in total, each spaced about a meter apart. What Fanny noticed immediately was that at each cross, there was a submissive, tied up and naked, wearing only a collar.
In a position with arms and legs spread apart, they were all gagged with a ball girdle. The four males had their genitals freed, with the chastity cage placed at the foot of their cross. The four females had their chastity belts positioned in the same way. They stared wide-eyed at Fanny's entrance, and she immediately noticed the males' erections and a certain moisture running down the females' thighs. Fanny noticed that each of her slaves was branded with the Evans coat of arms between their breasts. Embedded directly into the skin in the center of their chests, this indelible mark was black and about 5 centimeters in diameter. The identical mark for all was distinguished for each by an inscribed number. She was able to read the 4 closest to her: serf69MDE, e541MDE e46MDE and e722MDE… What Fanny also noticed was the whip marks on each slave's belly, their skin reddened by recent striations.
- Look closely at these few slaves of your Master; they are among the most skilled. They haven't experienced pleasure in several weeks. I freed them from their cages or belts just before your first arrival… Soon you will be like them, completely humiliated and happy to be so for your revered Master… Yes, you will be branded like them with the Evans coat of arms and your future number, if your Master so decides, of course, ha ha ha… Magnificent coat of arms, by the way, those two lions with raised forepaws facing each other… Wouldn't it be the symbol of total belonging to your Master to have the great privilege of bearing them within you… ha ha ha…! But everything will depend on your total obedience…
There was also a long, massive oak workbench where numerous accessories were stored, from whips and riding crops to various instruments of "torture." Pulleys and chains hung from the high ceiling. A trestle was also present, and in the center of this abundantly equipped S&M room was a swing with an armrest. This was connected to an electric hoist, allowing it to be raised or lowered at will. A small high table was nearby with something quite bulky on it, all covered with a sheet, which hid its nature.
"Go sit there, sprawl out in that swing and spread your legs wide, putting them on the armrests on either side, so we can see your ass and your female dog's pussy," said Walter shamelessly.
As Fanny hesitated to position herself to have her genitals prominently displayed before the valet, he gave her a sharp lash across the buttocks with his riding crop, which made the submissive woman comply. Once she was in position as the butler had demanded, Fanny's vulva was spread wide for Walter to see. But he was already busy tying the beautiful woman's arms and feet. During this artful binding, Fanny had ample opportunity to gaze at the large period painting directly in front of her. It depicted two men posing proudly in fine ceremonial attire, wearing long, elegant wigs. One of these men bore a striking resemblance to the Marquis d'Evans, and for good reason: the man portrayed in this beautiful, colorful canvas was his ancestor. As for the other, Fanny recognized him immediately; it was the infamous Marquis de Sade. There was also a sign under this painting which read "To my old friend, the Marquis Charles-Edouard d'Evans for the refuge and warm welcome I received in this year 1784, signed Marquis Donatien De Sade" (see Origins of the Saga)
Fanny, captivated by the beauty of this painting, remained as if frozen before this work worthy of a great painter and she did not pay attention when Walter put a blindfold over her eyes, which abruptly ended her admiration of the work.
- You admired your Master's ancestor once more, I will finish preparing you and then I will go and tell him that you are ready and at his disposal!
Walter pulled two chains close to Fanny's chest. These chains, suspended from the ceiling, each had a metal carabiner at the end. The butler attached a clamp to each nipple and then clipped them to the carabiners. He then pulled the chains upwards, stretching the submissive woman's breasts to their maximum.
Then he lifted the sheet from the high table. Fanny would have been very surprised if she could have seen what was hidden under the sheet. Indeed, it was a drill mounted horizontally on a base. But a special drill was needed because instead of a drill bit, there was a bulky dildo about twenty centimeters long fitted onto the tool's chuck. Walter brought the machine close to the submissive woman's genitals, made a few adjustments to automate the dildo's precise thrusts and retractions, as well as its rotation speed, which would thus create calculated, circular movements. Then he started the drill, which made the horizontal phallus rotate slowly but steadily. Fanny heard the low hum of the motor and became worried. Walter reassured her, while he liberally lubricated the dildo rotating on its axis.
"Don't be scared, you're going to enjoy it very much, I think. It should excite you while you wait for your Master's beautiful cock, which I'm going to fetch right away... ha ha ha... There, you're ready, and if he's not in the mood to come see you right away, I'll be back in a flash to taste the delight of your mouth again. After all, a second blowjob would do me the world of good, ha ha ha!" he said, chuckling wickedly and walking away quickly...
She didn't have to wait too long, as a good ten minutes had passed, and Fanny wasn't cold at all. In fact, the room was overheated. It must be said that for Fanny, those minutes were more a succession of pleasures, of multiple spasms, than a waiting period. Her breasts thrust upwards, gagged, and tied to the fixed swing that resembled a gynecological examination table with its armrests, she was soaked from the slow, very slow penetration, both in its forward and backward movements and the slow rotation of the mechanical dildo that penetrated her with metronome-like regularity. She moaned with pleasure before the eyes of the eight bound slaves, who seemed genuinely envious of her.
Then a slight shiver ran through her when she heard footsteps returning. A man entered and approached, but Fanny couldn't see him because of the blindfold. He began by caressing her face, and Fanny spontaneously said:
- No, Mr. Walter, not you again, I beg you...
She had barely finished her sentence when the blindfold was removed and she realized her mistake. The man who was there was tall, with a commanding presence, a smile on his lips, and dominant eyes that filled Fanny with joy. She recognized him immediately; he was finally her Master. Finally, yes, because all her doubts vanished, all her hopes had finally been answered. He was there.
- So, little female dog, were you being overzealous today? Did you want your Master first before obeying everything he demands?
- Yes, that's all I asked for, but…
A slap flew:
"One says: 'Yes, Master,' and here one does not ask, one begs… understood," said the Marquis d'Evans in a calm, cold, but paradoxically authoritarian tone.
- Yes, Master, I... I love you... I...
- Then be quiet or I'll gag you like the female dogs who are watching you right now…
Then he took his penis out of his fly and presented it to Fanny's mouth:
You're not going to refuse your Master what you accepted from Walter... Go on, suck it, you little whore...
And she began a slow fellatio. Finally, she had her Master's cock in her mouth, this long-awaited moment. So she applied herself with all her might. She put all her love and skill into it, and it was with relish that she performed her work with her tongue. As the Marquis's penis grew increasingly stiff, he knew how to moderate the penetration so as not to suffocate her, and when he amused himself by pushing his cock to the back of her throat, he knew when to withdraw it to allow the submissive woman to breathe. When, after five minutes, he exploded in long, thick jets of sperm with a groan denoting his intense pleasure, right in her mouth, she swallowed it all, licking it clean, that royal cock. She was so happy to have brought pleasure to her revered dominant.
Then the Marquis positioned himself by the drill and stopped its mechanism. He moved it away with the table and took the remote control for the hoist. He pressed a button, which raised Fanny's seat and loosened the chains attached to her nipples. He stopped the swing's ascent when the submissive's genitals and buttocks were level with the Marquis's mouth. This way, he didn't need to bend down to begin the sultry licking he performed on Fanny's already well-lubricated vagina. He lingered on her clitoris, freeing it from its hood, and plunged his tongue into the walls of her labia and then her vagina. With his fingers, he parted the swollen lips. The spasms intensified. The Marquis was an expert in this, and his oral and manual movements were precise. While he was busy, he began to finger her anus to dilate it for what was to come, and it was with increasingly intense moans that Fanny experienced multiple orgasms, one after another, at a frenzied pace. She held back no cries and let her pleasure explode in powerful groans and cries of ecstasy.
Then the Marquis stopped, letting Fanny catch her breath, while he went to fetch a kind of ping-pong paddle, but with a slightly longer handle. He lowered the swing a little, and once it was at the right height, he proceeded to make Fanny's buttocks redden. He struck her buttocks with regular blows, first one, then the other. The submissive woman cried out, but it excited her so much that she said:
- Stronger, Master, yes, again…
Then the Marquis struck and struck again under the watchful eyes of the bound submissives, whose erections grew even more intense. The cries, the pleasure provoked by the woman's arousal, restored the Master's vigor, and he stopped the blows and lowered the seat to the desired height. Then, without warning, he penetrated her with a single, powerful thrust of his hips.
- You wanted your Master to be the first to fuck you, you street female dog, well there you go, the whore got what she wanted…
And he redoubled his assaults; she was possessed so deeply that she had never before experienced such sensations. He fingered her anus again while fucking her like a female dog in heat. She cried out even louder her pleasure at being penetrated so savagely, powerfully, and roughly. When the Marquis decided to change orifices, he sodomized her almost bestially. She couldn't suppress a cry of pain, the enormous penis in her rectum, certainly dilated but not enough to accommodate such a voluminous, stiff member. But the first cries of pain quickly turned into cries of pleasure, so intense was her excitement. After several minutes of his valiant assaults, the Marquis, still thrusting, began to ejaculate again with long groans, but inside her, he did not withdraw fully for deep penetration. Fanny screamed her orgasm, but it was unlike any other; it was an anal orgasm, the first of her life, but so powerful that she would not soon forget it.
After several minutes of motionless intercourse, they both regained their composure. Then the Marquis withdrew… He adjusted his trousers and looked at the submissive woman:
- I don't regret changing my mind and bringing you back. I knew you had to come back. However, I only understood it once you were at the station. From now on, you will be part of my flock, you will be marked for life on your chest with my coat of arms and your future registration number. But first I'm going to untie you and here's what you're going to do…
Barely recovered from her powerful orgasms that had vibrated every part of her body, Fanny appreciated the Marquis helping her up, she was so slumped in her seat. Once standing, naked as the day she was born, Fanny felt quite small compared to her Master, who must have been over six foot three, and whose broad shoulders gave his athletic build an imposing stature. The Noble leaned down to kiss her deeply, passionately running his large hands through her beautiful hair. The embrace that followed was a highly erotic sight: she, naked, embraced by him, all dressed in black. They kissed fiercely, lovingly, for long minutes under the watchful eyes of the chained slaves, who increasingly envied this newcomer, free from the herd.
When the kisses, both tender and passionate, ended, the Marquis looked wordlessly at Fanny, who lowered her eyes as a good submissive should naturally do in this kind of relationship. The Nobleman simply said to her calmly, "On all fours, female dog," and Fanny obeyed, as if hypnotized by the Master's charm and confidence. Having fallen under his control, she now felt more than just an obvious obligation to obey his every whim. She knew that from now on, he could use and abuse her orifices, her entire body, without restraint; that she could be offered to anyone, provided her Master commanded it. Out of love for him, she was now ready to do anything to act as an exemplary submissive.
"We need to drain all the submissives. Look at them, the males haven't ejaculated in almost a month, look how aroused they are. The females are the same, they haven't had an orgasm in the same amount of time. So, I'm going to untie them and take them to the next room. You'll follow us on all fours like them, because they know they have to move that way. You see, behind that door at the back, there's a rather special room called 'the slave stable'. You see, in the summer the slaves are allowed two to three hours of exercise in the castle grounds each day, but it's February, so all winter they stay warm in this heated room, also for two or three hours each day. They can talk, chat, and move around freely, provided they stay on all fours, lying down, or sitting, but standing is forbidden. There are troughs at the back with food available at all times, water in bowls, and for hygiene reasons, they can ring to go out if they need to use the toilet. Usually, they wear their cages or chastity belts, but today, as you can see, Walter has taken them off… But let's go to the stable, and I'll explain what I expect of you."
Fanny then followed her Master on all fours, obediently, as he approached the nearest slave. Serf69 and untied him. As soon as he was freed from the St. Andrew's cross, he prostrated himself before the Master and dared to touch the bottom of his trousers to kiss his shoes.
- O my Lord and Master, grant me the happiness of licking your shoes
The Marquis placed his foot on the slave's shoulder and pushed hard with his leg, causing the serf69 to fall over.
- Get out of the way, vermin, and follow me, you dog.
The submissive man grimaced as he stood up and quickly resumed the quadrupedal position, head down. The same, almost identical scenario was repeated with the other seven slaves. Fanny then grasped the enormous, total degradation, absolute obedience, and supreme veneration of the slaves towards their Master.
And it was in single file that the procession entered the stable, with the Marquis standing at the front, followed by Fanny and the eight slaves, all on all fours. They looked like a herd of cattle; the slaves were practically forced to feel the backside of the one in front in this perverse conga line.
When everyone had entered, the Marquis closed the door. Some thirsty slaves quickly lapped up the life-giving water from the appropriate bowls. Some went to lie down on the straw mattresses, while others continued to move about on all fours in the stable.
"You will move on all fours," the Marquis told Fanny, "and point to groups of two slaves at a time, touching them with your hand. Each time, you must choose a male and a female. The chosen male will have to mate doggy-style and relieve himself inside the female. After a month of absolute abstinence, they all know the gift I'm giving them on the occasion of your arrival. There's only one female missing because e968 is… let's say… indisposed since yesterday. If you look closely, she's wearing ultra-transparent, tight-fitting panties that you certainly haven't noticed. Look, that female dog has gone and prostrated herself in a corner over there."
So you're going to make the fourth female. I'll also let you choose which of these four males you'll mate with. Go on, little female dog, make your choices, designate the pairs, and reserve the one that seems most interesting to you…
Fanny, seemingly captivated by the scene, didn't need any encouragement. She approached the center of the room, like a panther on the hunt, moving slowly and swaying her rump. She circled first, near the males who knew what she was doing there. Each male watched her; they weren't allowed to speak for the occasion, but their envious eyes seemed to say, "Choose me as your partner." Fanny hesitated at first, then she had to decide, and she touched e735, then approached a female with the number e897, who was lapping from a bowl—a beautiful blonde with long hair. Fanny touched her on the shoulder. e735 then moved behind e987 and already with a strong erection, he felt the latter's rump which, aroused after her long abstinence, spread her legs and the male thrust his stiffened tail into the wet pussy of the female in doggy style.
Then she chose the male e722, which she mated with the female e155. Then the male e541 with the female e46. And so she chose for herself, serf69. Why him? Because she found him cuter than the others, and in this situation, only physical appearance could make the difference. Intelligence was irrelevant. And then Fanny let her intuition guide her; there was something about Serf69 that appealed to her. She couldn't say what it was, but she felt drawn to him. Serf69 didn't dare approach, despite his erection. So, under her Master's watchful eye, she positioned herself behind him and squeezed his testicles, massaging them. The slave moaned, and his reaction was immediate; natural instinct took over. He did a quick U-turn on all fours, went around the beautiful woman and mounted the beautiful Fanny from behind. His thrusts were rapid, so desperate was he to empty his balls. Fanny moaned too, excited by being possessed like this, but also by being taken under the watchful eye of her Master, who missed nothing of the obscene scene unfolding in the stable. And it was in orgasms practically all at once that all the slaves exploded in a chorus of groans and cries…
The scene was so bestial that it was like being in a pigsty. Had human decadence reached this point? It's important to remember the slaves' willingness to act; the Marquis never forced anyone to become animals, but it was their primal instinct, this powerful desire to be treated that way, to be slaves, that had caused them to become what they were. The Noble was simply the one who allowed them to experience the utter degradation they had all desired. That is why they all devoted a veritable cult to their revered Master…