THE SLUT CONTINUED TO ACCEPT ITS SEXUAL ABUSE THROUGHOUT THE CELEBRATIONS OF ITS COLLARING. The sensation of serving its Master added to its individual enjoyment of being a complete slut. As hands felt their hungry way through its gaping anal cunt and penetrated deep, oh so deep inside it it loved the ease with which the entries could now be made. It was so loose, that the repeated insertions could be taken with complete ease. The beautiful sound of air being forced passed its lubed ring could be heard along with grunts and moans of lust. Its gagging throat on great cocks as they choked off its air supply, added to the chorus. How many times it was pumped by how many different hands and cocks, it would never know. It was a continuous, numbing experience. The firm gripping of its genitals plus the extreme face fucking never ceased. The slut itself, spurted its cum over the greedy hands on several occasions. For the second time that day the majority of the guests had blown their cum into its mouth. This was one serious blessing of a slut's collaring.
The return gesture of the guests was by way of having their own sluts caged in the dungeon for the night. All were available to serve the Host should he care to wander down the cold stone steps. The dungeon master would be on duty. He would unlock the cage and drag out the selected slut. It would then be restrained and positioned as the Master requested. His selection was not limited to any number. He had total choice over the use of their bodies. And a bottle of double malt. T.B.C.
