MEANWHILE, UP IN THE MORE COMFORTABLE AREA OF THE CASTLE,the slut was chained to the foot of the giant four poster. This was the "Honeymoon" sweet.
The slut wanted only to sleep. It curled up at the foot of the mattress
and drifted off into an exhausted dream cluttered doze.
Images and sensations ran vivid through its mind. It saw great cocks coming towards its helpless face. It felt hand after hand reaching deep inside its man cunt. It felt their fingers rubbing against the walls of its love cave. It felt the vibrations of its anal ring as air was forced out with the over enthusiastic fisting that several of the guests delivered. It could still taste the pints of cum that it had swallowed before regurgitating it. This, after the most luxuriating shower and anal douching that one could hope for!
As it curled up on the bed with its wrist chained to one of the huge posts, its half naked body reacted to the dreams. It moaned and gyrated its body as it relived those erotic sensations. Even in sleep, the slut could not escape its sexuality. This whole thing had been ordered by its Master. He had wanted it to be fucked into the middle of next week !
The slut loved him for his gesture. It was certain now that its Master truly understood the needs of a slut.
The dreams were joined by a soft tongue lapping at its ear. A deep and familiar feminine voice was calling to it. T.B.C.
