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The first of the Master's surrendered his spunk at about the six minute mark, rapidly followed by the Mistress right beside him. Apparently his explosion beside her was enough to trigger her own and she collapsed gasping on the floor her hand covering her sensitized cunt. It was time to start applying my psychological program on my little slave. Thank you, Alicia, I thought to myself.
"Look at the slaves up on the platform, little slave. Soon that will be you, thrashing about on a Sybian, subjected to unending orgasms while you attempt to drain me again. This whole crowd will be watching your cocksucking little mouth locked around my prick, vacuuming the cum from my balls, squirming in the throes of one release after another. Do you see Dina, slave?"
"Yes, Master."
"See her body quiver and shake as she's overcome by climax after climax. She is indeed a hot slave girl, just as her master said. She is going to be tough to beat. I'll bet she's cumming almost constantly. What do you think?"
"Yes, Master. She can't stop squirming."
"You don't see the judges cropping her ass to make her suck her Master's cock, either. Even in the midst of her climax, she's sucking his prick like the good little slave she is. She's oblivious to everything else but his cock and her cum. That's you. You won't care that a whole room of people is watching while you cum like a slut and suck cock like a whore, will you. Just thinking about it makes you hot, doesn't it slave?"
She couldn't lie. I could see the tell-tale signs already, her nipples hardening to rigid points, her legs spreading wider, her petals opening, the inner lips descending, her clit peeking from between her folds and her liquid beginning to coat her sex. The picture of herself out there cumming over and over while she licked and fondled my prick was raising her heat exponentially.
"Yes, Master."
"What a wanton slut you've become, haven't you slave? Display!" I ordered.
She leapt to her feet and displayed for me. I ran my finger the length of her slit and showed her the signs of her arousal. "Yes, Master," she said. "I am a wanton slut. You've turned me into a wanton slut. I'm a wanton slut for you, Master."
"You're a wanton slut for everyone, slave. Four different people other than myself have made you cum today. You've always been a slut, but never allowed yourself to let go. I just released you to be the slut you've always been, didn't I?" I put two fingers into her cunt and fucked them in and out. "You want to cum now, don't you slave?"
"Yes, Master. Please let me cum."
Her cunt was almost frothing as I worked my fingers in her sheath.
"Cum for me, slave," and she climaxed for me over my fingers.
I continued working my fingers against her g-spot while I turned back to the spectacle in front of me. I had to admit that having Marcia admit she was a slut and watching all those beautiful slaves climaxing over and over again while fingering my slave, was having it's effect on me as well. My cock was beginning to swell. I heard her plead to cum again, and I told her to cum all she wanted and I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and a fresh burst of fluid bathed my hand. When her spasms ceased, I gave her my hand to clean and I felt her lips and tongue working to clean her releases from my hand. Several more masters and mistresses had climaxed while I was talking to my slave. There were only three left including George and Dina. Dina really was a hot slave. George had trained her well. It seemed that she was in the throes of a particularly long orgasm when she fell off the Sybian holding her pussy, apparently over-sensitized to the continuous vibrations and unable to continue any longer. Damn, too bad, although it gave us a chance at a prize that she might have taken. Eighteen minutes had gone by and only two couples were left. The last Master surrendered his cum to his slave after 21 minutes and the last Mistress lasted for 25. Going to be tough to beat, at least in terms of stamina. Hopefully, my slave could make some of it up in frequency. I noticed that much of the crowd was also engaged in various sexual acts.
After consulting with the electronic records, Don announced the results for the first round. Not too many surprises there, those couples who lasted longest generally had done the best although one person who'd only lasted s*******n minutes was in third because his slave had cum more often than either of the next two finishers. That was my hope, because I don't know if I could last over twenty minutes with the way that my slave sucked cock even though I'd already released three times today, all after lunch.
Don made one final announcement. "The slave known as Dina came over 25 times in eighteen minutes, the last one lasting almost two minutes; which would have been a new record for slave heat had she not been forced to leave the Sybian and been disqualified. Nevertheless, I believe we should applaud the amazing slave heat of Dina with a nice round of applause." While George couldn't be happy about the disqualification, it had to make him happy to know he had such a hot slave.
All of the Sybians had the vibrating sleeves removed and the saddles were wiped down with anti-microbial sprays and new sleeves were placed over the metal shafts. At least they were thinking about STD's and taking steps to prevent their spread. That was good to know as I would have withdrawn if they weren't.
"All of the slaves going next, please take your seats on the Sybians."
Marcia quickly chose one of the units closest to my seat and taking the provided lube, quickly oiled down her dildo and the sleeve, and used a little on herself, although I felt sure she was still well lubricated from her spend. I watched the Masters and Mistresses applying the electrodes to the slaves, and a Mistress placed the electrodes on Marcia, talking to her as she did so, Marcia blushing and lowering her head as she spoke. I was curious what she said so when I was called to the platform, I asked her what the Mistress said.
"She told me she'd watched the slave make me climax while I was upside down on the cross and said I was a very hot slave. She said that she was betting a substantial amount of money on me to win the slave heat portion of this contest and that if I didn't, she was going to speak to you about having me for an hour to punish me for failing to live up to her expectations."
"Would you like me to give you to her if you fail to win, slave?"
"No, Master. It seemed to me that she would be very angry and quite brutal with this slave."
"Then you had better win, slave, because I may grant her that permission if she asks. Did she tell you her name?"
"No, Master."
"I'll keep an eye out for her. Maybe she can give me some punishment pointers. Remember, our goal is for you to cum. Don't ask for permission."
The master had stopped by and attached my electrode while we were talking and I'd barely noticed his presence while it was being done.
I heard Don say, "Get ready," two seconds, "Begin."
I saw the Sybian sleeve begin to vibrate, buzzing up and down and Marcia pulled my semi-tumescent cock into her mouth. Fortunately, she too understood that we needed to work at winning this contest and rather than gobbling it down her throat where her throat muscles would also work on it, she kept it within her mouth, exclusively using only her tongue and lips on me. Not that it felt one whit less spectacular that way, but it allowed her to keep a hand on my cock near the base and if she felt that I was getting close, she would squeeze me and suppress the orgasm. Less than a minute in, she moaned around my prick and I knew she was climaxing for the first time. It was time to put my psychological advantage to work.
"You just came, didn't you?" She nodded watching my eyes. "In less that a minute you climaxed in front of all these people, watching you fuck yourself on a fucking machine and you came like a slut, spilling your cream all over the baby dildo in your cunt. I'll bet you wished it was bigger, really stretching that pretty pussy of yours. In fact, I'm guessing that you wished it also had an ass attachment so both your cunt and your ass were getting fucked by this machine. You can't wait to cum again, can you?" She moaned. "Oh, I'm guessing you just came again, didn't you. By the time you're done, this machine will be so sloppy with your cum they might have to throw it away. I don't know if the machine is fucking you or you're fucking the machine. My guess is both. It can't fuck you fast enough so you have to fuck it so you can cum all you want like the slut you are."
My words were having an affect on her. She was rocking back and forth on the Sybian, sliding up and down on the dildo attachment and moaning almost constantly. The flange of the silicon sheath had tiny raised dots that she was rubbing her clit against. My words were also having an effect on me, luckily she noticed and squeezed down on the base of my cock, suppressing my orgasm.
"Instead of fucking this machine, I'm guessing you wish it was people instead, that you could be riding; one cock in your cunt while another master plundered your ass and a third was fucking your face just like I am. And your hands could be working two more cocks. You could be satisfying five cocks at once, feel them throb while they thrust in you, feel them twitch as you gave them a hand job. Then you couldn't blame your slutty behavior on how the machine was making you feel, you'd have to blame it on who is truly to blame; that's the slut sucking my dick. It would feel so good and dirty to feel their cocks all shoot off at once, in your cunt, you ass and your mouth and the two in your hand spew their cream into your face. Then you wouldn't just feel like a slut, everyone could see you were a slut, walking around with jism on your face. Then the whole world could know who and what you truly were. A cum hungry slut who would do anything to have another cock pounding up her cunt."
She was cumming pretty regular now, a slave in heat, driven by her needs and the words being pounded into her head by my incessant voice.
"I'll bet you'd love to be gang-banged wouldn't you. No one person can keep up with you but ten or fifteen, that might do it. They would be like the machine fucking your pussy right now, able to pound your pussy at will, no off switch, as soon as one left their creamy load in or on you, another one could take his place. All the benefits of a machine but with live, spurting cocks to spew their juice in you and on you until you were covered in a shower of cum, creamy white stuff like frosting icing a cake, except you would be the cake. Just like that dildo is awash in your fuck juice right now because you just can't stop climaxing on it."
She caught another orgasm by squeezing my cock as it started to throb. No matter how good she was at that, she wasn't going to stop this for long. I was getting ready to explode big time and it wouldn't take much to do it. I'd lost track of how much time had passed, missing the voice calling the minutes as I'd spoken to my slave.
"Damn, slave! You are one fine cocksucker. Are you sure you weren't born with a cock in your mouth. You must practice every day sucking cock to get that good. I'm sure every male in here would like to experience your mouth sucking their cum laden pricks, feel you suck the juice from their balls and swallow it like the good little whore you are. If you weren't my slave, you'd be a streetwalker, making a $1000 dollars a night at $20 dollars a pop, just to have as much cock and cum as you could get. Oh, shit, slave, get ready, I'm about to fill your stomach with so much jizz, you won't need to eat supper."
She tried to stop it again, but I slammed into her throat and let loose, hosing her throat with the biggest load of cum I may have ever fired off. Seven or eight powerful pulses later, I felt myself start to shrink and my slave sucked and licked me clean. I backed away, pulling the electrode off so I could sit down. I could barely walk I was so whipped. Marcia climbed off the Sybian and came over to me, cradling me in her arms. I had been right about her Sybian. Her orgasmic fluids drenched the thing. My little slave. God, how I loved her. I looked around and saw there was only one Master left. He was still going strong.
I found out that I'd actually lasted 22 minutes. The final contestant lasted a full 28 minutes. I don't know how he managed to last that long, although he was an older man. Something to be said for that. Well that meant I got third place for stamina. My competitor was first and the Mistress from the first group was second. Master Don was going over all the calculations, consulting the data.
"We have some winners to announce," Master Don reported. "For Master or Mistress stamina, the winner is Master Carl at 28 minutes, Mistress Veronica was second at 25 minutes, and Master Sam came in at 22 minutes for third. I'm going to break procedure here for a minute and announce the overall winners first. In first place comes Master Carl's slave, Sheba, who had 36 orgasms before swallowing Carl's cum. In second place is Master Sam's slave, Marcia who had 35 orgasms before Sam climaxed, and in third place, Mistress Veronica's slave, Honey, who had 22 orgasms." Master Don paused.
"I have a new record to report for slave heat. Sam's slave, Marcia, takes first place with 35 orgasms in 22 minutes. Folks, I have to tell you, that is almost 1.6 orgasms every minute." Widespread and very loud applause broke out among the spectators. I could see the Mistress who'd placed the electrodes on Marcia jumping up and down. She'd apparently won a very substantial amount of money. I wondered who she'd won it from. "There is something else to report about this phenomenal slave. At first we thought that she'd had one single orgasm lasting for over the final five minutes of the contest, but we checked the wave form data and she actually climaxed fifteen times in that interval or an average of 3 per minute. An extended multiple orgasm sequence; I've never seen anything like it during one of these contests. And I should also report Sheba came in second and Honey came in third. The winners can pick up their prize money tonight at the Slave Dances at the Gorean slave pit in conference room 3 at 9:00 PM or from me any time tomorrow between 8-12 AM in the dining room. Congratulations to all of the winners."
Not bad, $2100 for a little over 22 minutes work, which, let's face it, wasn't really work at all, but pleasure. I looked at amazement at my little slave. 35 climaxes. She'd had over 50 of them already today and it wasn't yet 5:30. She was truly amazing. God, she must be exhausted. I led her up to our room and ordered a light supper from room service to be delivered at 7:30. I told her to sleep and I'd wake her when supper arrived. She collapsed on the bed and was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. I set my smart watch to wake me at 7:15 with a gentle tapping on my wrist and lay down beside her, hugging her body to my chest. She molded her body to mine and we both slept. I got up at 7:15, washed up a little; brushed my teeth again. There was a soft knock and the door. Marcia was sprawled out on the bed, a vision of naked glory. I briefly pondered covering her with the sheet, but thought, what the hell, I'm sure everyone at the hotel has seen her naked by now unless they were on the night shift last night.
I opened the door and the bellhop took a long, lingering look at my little slave when he wheeled the cart in. I tipped him and he thanked me, took another slow peek at Marcia and left. Really, the young guys especially must love it when they had the convention here. There was more nudity here than on the French Riviera and much more sex. I woke Marcia up and we ate, talking about what I wanted to do tomorrow. While not exactly enamored of what I'd seen about the Gorean lifestyle, I did appreciate the beauty and grace of their slaves and watching them dance would be a lovely way to spend the evening. Plus, I could collect my winnings from Master Don. When 8:45 rolled around, I grabbed my bag of tricks with one of the new purchases in it, attached my slaves leash again and led her down to Conference Room 3. Like her, I decided to go naked. Just about everyone had seen me as well.
The conference room was already quite crowded, as much from the furniture, or should I say, lack thereof, as from people. Apparently the Goreans don't believe in chairs, everything was cushions and people were all sprawled out. I saw Master Don and approached him and he handed me a thin envelope with a check for $2100 in it. I added it to my bag. When everyone saw who it was, they shifted around to make room for us, I think they mostly wanted to be close to my slave so they could see more closely what I saw every day; that she was one hell of a woman. I did find a spot next to George. He indicated that Dina was going to be dancing in the first contested dance, 'The Dance of the Newly Collared Slave'.
There was a sand pit set up in the middle of the room with a wooden pole in the middle. Apparently, almost all dances took place in a sand pit at most Gorean gatherings. Dina was the first one up. She stood beside the pole and the music started, primarily the beating of primitive drums. She crossed the pit several times, gracefully and lithely back and forth, her red silks flying around her, like she was looking for a way to escape. Each time she was brought up about five feet from the pole, like she was in a cage, or there was a rope or chain attached to her collar, she collapsed to her knees and brought her hands up to the collar on her neck, tugging at it like she wished to be free of it; sinking dejectedly when it wouldn't come off. A clang of a cymbal and she turned, as if a door had just opened. She backed away from the supposed intruder in cat-like steps. Then it appeared her master was whipping her as she dodged to and fro as if she hoped to escape the whip, flinching when the imaginary strands touched her. Tearfully, she stood and shed her silks, trying to stand bravely and proudly, until the imaginary whip struck her three more times. She sank to her knees and sat back on her heels, spreading her thighs wide, showing her sex to her new master, her wrists and hands lying face-up on her thighs in the Gorean way, her arms and shoulders back, thrusting her breasts at the man who now owned her. She then elegantly bent forward from the waist, putting her head in the sand, her arms extended toward her master in 'la Kajira', the slave bow to her master.
The crowd started clapping, many of them slapping their chests or their thighs in the Gorean way. Her entire dance took no more than four minutes, but Dina was sweating with exertion from all the spinning and twisting of the dance. Without words, the dance had eloquently portrayed the poor slaves realization of her captivity, her desire to escape, her punishment at the hands of her master, until she finally accepted the inevitable and submitted herself to him. Dina came rushing to George and knelt in front of him on her hands and knees, pleading with no more than her eyes that he should use her right now. Her sex was damp with her lubrication, the petals of her sex spread for him. He did not keep his slave waiting, but undid his leather breechclout and forcefully entered his slave in a single push, causing her to climax instantly. She was as hot from the dance as her Master.
For that matter, so was I. It had been inspired dancing and Dina was a lovely slave. I pulled my slave to her hands and knees and entered her as roughly as George had used Dina. The dance had aroused my slave as much as it had me, and I found her cunt well oiled by her arousal. Twenty deep strokes into the warm dampness of her sex and she asked for permission to cum.
"Look at the slaves up on the platform, little slave. Soon that will be you, thrashing about on a Sybian, subjected to unending orgasms while you attempt to drain me again. This whole crowd will be watching your cocksucking little mouth locked around my prick, vacuuming the cum from my balls, squirming in the throes of one release after another. Do you see Dina, slave?"
"Yes, Master."
"See her body quiver and shake as she's overcome by climax after climax. She is indeed a hot slave girl, just as her master said. She is going to be tough to beat. I'll bet she's cumming almost constantly. What do you think?"
"Yes, Master. She can't stop squirming."
"You don't see the judges cropping her ass to make her suck her Master's cock, either. Even in the midst of her climax, she's sucking his prick like the good little slave she is. She's oblivious to everything else but his cock and her cum. That's you. You won't care that a whole room of people is watching while you cum like a slut and suck cock like a whore, will you. Just thinking about it makes you hot, doesn't it slave?"
She couldn't lie. I could see the tell-tale signs already, her nipples hardening to rigid points, her legs spreading wider, her petals opening, the inner lips descending, her clit peeking from between her folds and her liquid beginning to coat her sex. The picture of herself out there cumming over and over while she licked and fondled my prick was raising her heat exponentially.
"Yes, Master."
"What a wanton slut you've become, haven't you slave? Display!" I ordered.
She leapt to her feet and displayed for me. I ran my finger the length of her slit and showed her the signs of her arousal. "Yes, Master," she said. "I am a wanton slut. You've turned me into a wanton slut. I'm a wanton slut for you, Master."
"You're a wanton slut for everyone, slave. Four different people other than myself have made you cum today. You've always been a slut, but never allowed yourself to let go. I just released you to be the slut you've always been, didn't I?" I put two fingers into her cunt and fucked them in and out. "You want to cum now, don't you slave?"
"Yes, Master. Please let me cum."
Her cunt was almost frothing as I worked my fingers in her sheath.
"Cum for me, slave," and she climaxed for me over my fingers.
I continued working my fingers against her g-spot while I turned back to the spectacle in front of me. I had to admit that having Marcia admit she was a slut and watching all those beautiful slaves climaxing over and over again while fingering my slave, was having it's effect on me as well. My cock was beginning to swell. I heard her plead to cum again, and I told her to cum all she wanted and I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and a fresh burst of fluid bathed my hand. When her spasms ceased, I gave her my hand to clean and I felt her lips and tongue working to clean her releases from my hand. Several more masters and mistresses had climaxed while I was talking to my slave. There were only three left including George and Dina. Dina really was a hot slave. George had trained her well. It seemed that she was in the throes of a particularly long orgasm when she fell off the Sybian holding her pussy, apparently over-sensitized to the continuous vibrations and unable to continue any longer. Damn, too bad, although it gave us a chance at a prize that she might have taken. Eighteen minutes had gone by and only two couples were left. The last Master surrendered his cum to his slave after 21 minutes and the last Mistress lasted for 25. Going to be tough to beat, at least in terms of stamina. Hopefully, my slave could make some of it up in frequency. I noticed that much of the crowd was also engaged in various sexual acts.
After consulting with the electronic records, Don announced the results for the first round. Not too many surprises there, those couples who lasted longest generally had done the best although one person who'd only lasted s*******n minutes was in third because his slave had cum more often than either of the next two finishers. That was my hope, because I don't know if I could last over twenty minutes with the way that my slave sucked cock even though I'd already released three times today, all after lunch.
Don made one final announcement. "The slave known as Dina came over 25 times in eighteen minutes, the last one lasting almost two minutes; which would have been a new record for slave heat had she not been forced to leave the Sybian and been disqualified. Nevertheless, I believe we should applaud the amazing slave heat of Dina with a nice round of applause." While George couldn't be happy about the disqualification, it had to make him happy to know he had such a hot slave.
All of the Sybians had the vibrating sleeves removed and the saddles were wiped down with anti-microbial sprays and new sleeves were placed over the metal shafts. At least they were thinking about STD's and taking steps to prevent their spread. That was good to know as I would have withdrawn if they weren't.
"All of the slaves going next, please take your seats on the Sybians."
Marcia quickly chose one of the units closest to my seat and taking the provided lube, quickly oiled down her dildo and the sleeve, and used a little on herself, although I felt sure she was still well lubricated from her spend. I watched the Masters and Mistresses applying the electrodes to the slaves, and a Mistress placed the electrodes on Marcia, talking to her as she did so, Marcia blushing and lowering her head as she spoke. I was curious what she said so when I was called to the platform, I asked her what the Mistress said.
"She told me she'd watched the slave make me climax while I was upside down on the cross and said I was a very hot slave. She said that she was betting a substantial amount of money on me to win the slave heat portion of this contest and that if I didn't, she was going to speak to you about having me for an hour to punish me for failing to live up to her expectations."
"Would you like me to give you to her if you fail to win, slave?"
"No, Master. It seemed to me that she would be very angry and quite brutal with this slave."
"Then you had better win, slave, because I may grant her that permission if she asks. Did she tell you her name?"
"No, Master."
"I'll keep an eye out for her. Maybe she can give me some punishment pointers. Remember, our goal is for you to cum. Don't ask for permission."
The master had stopped by and attached my electrode while we were talking and I'd barely noticed his presence while it was being done.
I heard Don say, "Get ready," two seconds, "Begin."
I saw the Sybian sleeve begin to vibrate, buzzing up and down and Marcia pulled my semi-tumescent cock into her mouth. Fortunately, she too understood that we needed to work at winning this contest and rather than gobbling it down her throat where her throat muscles would also work on it, she kept it within her mouth, exclusively using only her tongue and lips on me. Not that it felt one whit less spectacular that way, but it allowed her to keep a hand on my cock near the base and if she felt that I was getting close, she would squeeze me and suppress the orgasm. Less than a minute in, she moaned around my prick and I knew she was climaxing for the first time. It was time to put my psychological advantage to work.
"You just came, didn't you?" She nodded watching my eyes. "In less that a minute you climaxed in front of all these people, watching you fuck yourself on a fucking machine and you came like a slut, spilling your cream all over the baby dildo in your cunt. I'll bet you wished it was bigger, really stretching that pretty pussy of yours. In fact, I'm guessing that you wished it also had an ass attachment so both your cunt and your ass were getting fucked by this machine. You can't wait to cum again, can you?" She moaned. "Oh, I'm guessing you just came again, didn't you. By the time you're done, this machine will be so sloppy with your cum they might have to throw it away. I don't know if the machine is fucking you or you're fucking the machine. My guess is both. It can't fuck you fast enough so you have to fuck it so you can cum all you want like the slut you are."
My words were having an affect on her. She was rocking back and forth on the Sybian, sliding up and down on the dildo attachment and moaning almost constantly. The flange of the silicon sheath had tiny raised dots that she was rubbing her clit against. My words were also having an effect on me, luckily she noticed and squeezed down on the base of my cock, suppressing my orgasm.
"Instead of fucking this machine, I'm guessing you wish it was people instead, that you could be riding; one cock in your cunt while another master plundered your ass and a third was fucking your face just like I am. And your hands could be working two more cocks. You could be satisfying five cocks at once, feel them throb while they thrust in you, feel them twitch as you gave them a hand job. Then you couldn't blame your slutty behavior on how the machine was making you feel, you'd have to blame it on who is truly to blame; that's the slut sucking my dick. It would feel so good and dirty to feel their cocks all shoot off at once, in your cunt, you ass and your mouth and the two in your hand spew their cream into your face. Then you wouldn't just feel like a slut, everyone could see you were a slut, walking around with jism on your face. Then the whole world could know who and what you truly were. A cum hungry slut who would do anything to have another cock pounding up her cunt."
She was cumming pretty regular now, a slave in heat, driven by her needs and the words being pounded into her head by my incessant voice.
"I'll bet you'd love to be gang-banged wouldn't you. No one person can keep up with you but ten or fifteen, that might do it. They would be like the machine fucking your pussy right now, able to pound your pussy at will, no off switch, as soon as one left their creamy load in or on you, another one could take his place. All the benefits of a machine but with live, spurting cocks to spew their juice in you and on you until you were covered in a shower of cum, creamy white stuff like frosting icing a cake, except you would be the cake. Just like that dildo is awash in your fuck juice right now because you just can't stop climaxing on it."
She caught another orgasm by squeezing my cock as it started to throb. No matter how good she was at that, she wasn't going to stop this for long. I was getting ready to explode big time and it wouldn't take much to do it. I'd lost track of how much time had passed, missing the voice calling the minutes as I'd spoken to my slave.
"Damn, slave! You are one fine cocksucker. Are you sure you weren't born with a cock in your mouth. You must practice every day sucking cock to get that good. I'm sure every male in here would like to experience your mouth sucking their cum laden pricks, feel you suck the juice from their balls and swallow it like the good little whore you are. If you weren't my slave, you'd be a streetwalker, making a $1000 dollars a night at $20 dollars a pop, just to have as much cock and cum as you could get. Oh, shit, slave, get ready, I'm about to fill your stomach with so much jizz, you won't need to eat supper."
She tried to stop it again, but I slammed into her throat and let loose, hosing her throat with the biggest load of cum I may have ever fired off. Seven or eight powerful pulses later, I felt myself start to shrink and my slave sucked and licked me clean. I backed away, pulling the electrode off so I could sit down. I could barely walk I was so whipped. Marcia climbed off the Sybian and came over to me, cradling me in her arms. I had been right about her Sybian. Her orgasmic fluids drenched the thing. My little slave. God, how I loved her. I looked around and saw there was only one Master left. He was still going strong.
I found out that I'd actually lasted 22 minutes. The final contestant lasted a full 28 minutes. I don't know how he managed to last that long, although he was an older man. Something to be said for that. Well that meant I got third place for stamina. My competitor was first and the Mistress from the first group was second. Master Don was going over all the calculations, consulting the data.
"We have some winners to announce," Master Don reported. "For Master or Mistress stamina, the winner is Master Carl at 28 minutes, Mistress Veronica was second at 25 minutes, and Master Sam came in at 22 minutes for third. I'm going to break procedure here for a minute and announce the overall winners first. In first place comes Master Carl's slave, Sheba, who had 36 orgasms before swallowing Carl's cum. In second place is Master Sam's slave, Marcia who had 35 orgasms before Sam climaxed, and in third place, Mistress Veronica's slave, Honey, who had 22 orgasms." Master Don paused.
"I have a new record to report for slave heat. Sam's slave, Marcia, takes first place with 35 orgasms in 22 minutes. Folks, I have to tell you, that is almost 1.6 orgasms every minute." Widespread and very loud applause broke out among the spectators. I could see the Mistress who'd placed the electrodes on Marcia jumping up and down. She'd apparently won a very substantial amount of money. I wondered who she'd won it from. "There is something else to report about this phenomenal slave. At first we thought that she'd had one single orgasm lasting for over the final five minutes of the contest, but we checked the wave form data and she actually climaxed fifteen times in that interval or an average of 3 per minute. An extended multiple orgasm sequence; I've never seen anything like it during one of these contests. And I should also report Sheba came in second and Honey came in third. The winners can pick up their prize money tonight at the Slave Dances at the Gorean slave pit in conference room 3 at 9:00 PM or from me any time tomorrow between 8-12 AM in the dining room. Congratulations to all of the winners."
Not bad, $2100 for a little over 22 minutes work, which, let's face it, wasn't really work at all, but pleasure. I looked at amazement at my little slave. 35 climaxes. She'd had over 50 of them already today and it wasn't yet 5:30. She was truly amazing. God, she must be exhausted. I led her up to our room and ordered a light supper from room service to be delivered at 7:30. I told her to sleep and I'd wake her when supper arrived. She collapsed on the bed and was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. I set my smart watch to wake me at 7:15 with a gentle tapping on my wrist and lay down beside her, hugging her body to my chest. She molded her body to mine and we both slept. I got up at 7:15, washed up a little; brushed my teeth again. There was a soft knock and the door. Marcia was sprawled out on the bed, a vision of naked glory. I briefly pondered covering her with the sheet, but thought, what the hell, I'm sure everyone at the hotel has seen her naked by now unless they were on the night shift last night.
I opened the door and the bellhop took a long, lingering look at my little slave when he wheeled the cart in. I tipped him and he thanked me, took another slow peek at Marcia and left. Really, the young guys especially must love it when they had the convention here. There was more nudity here than on the French Riviera and much more sex. I woke Marcia up and we ate, talking about what I wanted to do tomorrow. While not exactly enamored of what I'd seen about the Gorean lifestyle, I did appreciate the beauty and grace of their slaves and watching them dance would be a lovely way to spend the evening. Plus, I could collect my winnings from Master Don. When 8:45 rolled around, I grabbed my bag of tricks with one of the new purchases in it, attached my slaves leash again and led her down to Conference Room 3. Like her, I decided to go naked. Just about everyone had seen me as well.
The conference room was already quite crowded, as much from the furniture, or should I say, lack thereof, as from people. Apparently the Goreans don't believe in chairs, everything was cushions and people were all sprawled out. I saw Master Don and approached him and he handed me a thin envelope with a check for $2100 in it. I added it to my bag. When everyone saw who it was, they shifted around to make room for us, I think they mostly wanted to be close to my slave so they could see more closely what I saw every day; that she was one hell of a woman. I did find a spot next to George. He indicated that Dina was going to be dancing in the first contested dance, 'The Dance of the Newly Collared Slave'.
There was a sand pit set up in the middle of the room with a wooden pole in the middle. Apparently, almost all dances took place in a sand pit at most Gorean gatherings. Dina was the first one up. She stood beside the pole and the music started, primarily the beating of primitive drums. She crossed the pit several times, gracefully and lithely back and forth, her red silks flying around her, like she was looking for a way to escape. Each time she was brought up about five feet from the pole, like she was in a cage, or there was a rope or chain attached to her collar, she collapsed to her knees and brought her hands up to the collar on her neck, tugging at it like she wished to be free of it; sinking dejectedly when it wouldn't come off. A clang of a cymbal and she turned, as if a door had just opened. She backed away from the supposed intruder in cat-like steps. Then it appeared her master was whipping her as she dodged to and fro as if she hoped to escape the whip, flinching when the imaginary strands touched her. Tearfully, she stood and shed her silks, trying to stand bravely and proudly, until the imaginary whip struck her three more times. She sank to her knees and sat back on her heels, spreading her thighs wide, showing her sex to her new master, her wrists and hands lying face-up on her thighs in the Gorean way, her arms and shoulders back, thrusting her breasts at the man who now owned her. She then elegantly bent forward from the waist, putting her head in the sand, her arms extended toward her master in 'la Kajira', the slave bow to her master.
The crowd started clapping, many of them slapping their chests or their thighs in the Gorean way. Her entire dance took no more than four minutes, but Dina was sweating with exertion from all the spinning and twisting of the dance. Without words, the dance had eloquently portrayed the poor slaves realization of her captivity, her desire to escape, her punishment at the hands of her master, until she finally accepted the inevitable and submitted herself to him. Dina came rushing to George and knelt in front of him on her hands and knees, pleading with no more than her eyes that he should use her right now. Her sex was damp with her lubrication, the petals of her sex spread for him. He did not keep his slave waiting, but undid his leather breechclout and forcefully entered his slave in a single push, causing her to climax instantly. She was as hot from the dance as her Master.
For that matter, so was I. It had been inspired dancing and Dina was a lovely slave. I pulled my slave to her hands and knees and entered her as roughly as George had used Dina. The dance had aroused my slave as much as it had me, and I found her cunt well oiled by her arousal. Twenty deep strokes into the warm dampness of her sex and she asked for permission to cum.
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