THE SIX CHOSEN ONES WERE RETURNED TO THE OVERHEAD RAIL.
Leg spreaders were fitted to each one. Harnesses were fitted to their wastes so that their whole bodies cold be hoisted via chains through the ceiling rings. This would be useful when the sluts were to receive individual attention.
The Master commenced on his lustful pleasures by hoisting all six. And taking up a heavy leather paddle, struck each bottom at random. Their fleshy cheeks reddened as he struck out, at this one, then that one. All on simple impulse, but hard ! Very hard ! He ensured all were weeping and pleading for mercy as they rocked to and fro in the air, before lowering their feet to the floor.
He patrolled up and down behind them. Again at random, pulling at their genitals or slapping their already rosy bottoms with the flat of his hand. He walked round to the face them, and teased their nipples with a twisting that made them squeal. He took their jaws in his hands and rammed is tongue down their mouthes in a rough french kiss. Slapping their faces with contempt, as he moved to the next piece of fuck flesh.
With a hand dipped into a large pot of lubricating soap, he drove his fist through each of their anal rings and pumped them several times before moving on to the next one. Eventually, his desires leaned to one particular little whore. This one was released from the long overhead rail and set down on a wooden whipping horse. It remained in its harness and leg spreader, while its wrists were hooked to the whipping horse legs. It trembled as it realised it was about to get the fucking of its life ! T.B.C.
