Syndicate #2

9

—The Dungeon, Ballroom Level, Orgy Party, 08:04 PM

The great hall is crowded with people by the time Hassan and the other slaves arrive in there. Even at first glance they can already tell from the festive atmosphere that they are in the middle of a party, though to celebrate what exactly, the slaves have no idea. Cara mentions that it’s supposed to be a little bit of a surprise for them. Most of the guests do not wear collars, and Hassan is not familiar with their faces as well. So if they are not slaves, then who are they?

The party guests all dress fancily, women in skin-tight designer dresses while the men in taylor-made tuxedos. There are those who dressed the opposite way too, like Cara, who’s currently standing at one of the corners of the room dressed in a set of classic slim suit with unbuttoned white shirt, showcasing a glimpse of her slightly tan skin underneath. She still looks elegant with her hair tossed around her shoulders flowingly.

Cara sends a smile at the slaves’ direction, and Hassan has an inkling feeling that she’s lingering her eyes on him a little bit longer, before she turns away to focus on the conversation that she’s having with several other guests in front of her.

The slaves merge themselves into the crowd until they find the center of the ruckus. Right in the middle of the floor, a group of men and women are forming a circle of audience. It takes a while for Hassan to reach to their place, but he just can’t help but feel curious. He just has this urge to see what it is that has got everyone’s undivided attention. He can hear his friends calling out for him from behind, but he ignores them, choosing to push past the crowd of party goers until he finally gets to where he wants to.

The first time he has a glimpse of what’s happening at the center, Hassan bats his eyes in disbelief. Is he seeing this right? Curiosity drives him to get a better view, shoving past the tightly packed crowd as best as he can while still being polite about it—he just can’t help it, it’s in his nature to be courteous. He can see a group of tangled limbs—naked—twisting and turning against each other. He knows what it looks like almost immediately, even when he has never seen it happening directly in front of his eyes before. Though it isn’t until he gets to the very front of the circle of crowds that he is able to take in the obscene scene before him as a whole.

It’s an orgy, and not a small group of them at all. There are at least forty men and women intermingled in there, mostly of what looks to be VIP customers f*****g a bunch of slaves from a different batch—the slaves have nothing on except for the collars around their necks, while the party guests only have the front of their pants unzipped or the women have their sleeves loosened up, allowing a breast or two to pop out. But the scene is still nothing compared to who he finds laid at the center of it all.

Suzan is couching naked on all fours, one man pounding into her cunt from beneath while another shoving his c**k into her ass from behind. A third man has his d**k around her mouth, while two other man each standing at her sides, her slenders hands wrapped around their members, consistently pumping them up and down. Half a dozen other men form a circle around her, their d***s out and their hands pumping in a steady rhythm, their members pointing at the girl, spraying beads of pre-c*m at her exposed back.

Hassan brings a hand to cover his mouth, so shocked by the scene that he’s feeling faint. His vision goes blurry before he realizes it, though his mind hasn’t really grasp on what it’s for. Is he crying for Suzan? She doesn’t look sad, though. As a matter of fact, she looks like she’s enjoying this a little bit too much.

*

From across the circle of crowds, Lena watches as one of the male slaves approaches the scenery, gasping in shock when he finally discovers what’s got everyone’s attention so wrapped up. She studies the way the young man reacts, before finally drawing a conclusion of her own. He knows the slave girl, it seems. Wait a second, he does look a little bit familiar. Where has she seen him before? Oh, that’s right, this boy was the one who has the foot fetish, the one who was staged to perform with the very same slave girl right here. They are two of Dungeon’s newest slaves, if Lena recalls it correctly. He must have known the girl quite well, to be reacting so sympathetically like this. They also look a little bit similar. Could they be related? All the better, if she has a say in it.

Lena steps back from the crowd, finally figuring out what her request to Angelina shall be.

*

The room dims down when Lena makes her big announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming. As you may have heard, yes, I have indeed forged a temporary armistice with The Dungeon’s mistress for this one special occasion. I’ve cured one of her most potential slaves, and now she’s kneeling before you. I hope you all will enjoy her,” it’s pretty clear by what she means by ‘enjoy’ when she winks at the guests deviously, while the crowd erupts in a series of laughter in return, “As to return this favor of mine, Angelina has agreed to grant a big favor for me—this party being part of it—but that’s not all. Ladies and gentlemen, it is also a great pleasure of mine to let you all know that I’ve prepared a very special main performance for you all. As agreed by my old friend here, Angelina, I will be borrowing one of her newest products for you all this evening. Now, please welcome AZ102’s kin, Hassan!”

Bright light invades the boy’s vision as a stage light turns on to him from somewhere on the ceiling. The crowd instantly parts while heads begin to turn toward his direction. Of course, it doesn’t help that everyone’s looking at him expectantly, undressing him with their eyes, making him feel more naked that he actually is.

Hassan is wearing a white sari dress that has a high slit on its long skirt, showcasing his cleanly-shaven, slightly muscular olive tan legs; while a low cut on the chest allows his smooth upper torso to be displayed. They had him crossdressed yet again. The material is a little bit translucent, allowing some parts of him to be displayed a little more bluntly, though the boy has been trying to avoid recognizing his state of exposure. And to think that he would have gotten used to it at this point, because he doesn’t. He feels nervous when people stare at him lustfully, mostly because he is still not used to being seen as a s*x object, or to have such an accepting large crowd giving him encouraging stares.

*

They make him kneels right at the spot opposite to his sister-in-law. A new group of men are already gathering from behind him, looking down at the display of his body with such lecterous looks. Hassan shivers just from the possibilities of what will happen to him.

One of the men sticks out their feet. Hassan fails to dodge it, and as a result he ends up tumbling down to the floor, her hands sting when he catches himself. Without realizing it, his body has fallen into a kneeling position, mirroring Suzan’s own position. It is only now that Hassan finally understands what’s gonna happen to him. She has d***s shoved down every orifices that he can see, and soon enough he’s gonna be doing the exact same thing like her. The realization both terrifies and excites him. He never has a man inside him before—not really. His performance in the stage room does not count, because no man has directly touched the boy before.

His eyes grow wide looking at Suzan getting f****d in this angle. The men are so greedy that they are crowding her at every possible orifices they have fit themselves into.

When Suzan’s eyes finally settle on Hassan’s form, recognition starts to settle in. It causes her to grow panic, making her jerk against the masters in rebel. What is this? What’s going on? Who are they? What are they… doing to her body? Suzan’s eyes grow even wider in horror when she notices that she can’t speak, because, a fat c**k is stuffed down her throat. The slave girl begins whimpering in fear.

“It’s okay. Don’t be afraid. I’m here. You’re not alone,” Hassan tells her, making her turn to watch him instead, “Yes, keep your eyes on me. Just look at me and no one else.”

But the pain…. Suzan has never felt more dirty. Whatever spell she has been in, it broke at the presence of his familiar face. Suddenly her mind knows shame once again.

Hassan is concerned about his sister-in-law. She already has too many c***s penetrated inside her. Having her awake from her trance is not helping it either. So he compensates her by helping her try to get through this, whispering calming words and sweet nothings to the girl, hoping that it will ease some of the worries in her mind so that she can go through this without accident.

“It’s okay, Suzan. You’ll be fine. I’ll help you through this, okay?” Hassan then places a hand over hers, which is pressed to the floor thanks to the crawling position she has been forced into. Suzan sucks in her breath, which ends up causing her to choke instead. The d**k in her mouth doesn’t even consider on pulling out, continue on his merry way without giving a single care of the girl. To him, she’s just a slave, one of many that is easily disposable.

“Relax. Don’t think too hard. Just concentrate on me. I’ll be by your side throughout the entire way,” Hassan promises her, before lifting her hand to his lips, kissing her softly, long enough to distract her from panic for a second, before returning it back to its place on the floor. She’ll need it to keep up the support of her weight.

His touch is so gentle, so kind, that the girl can’t help but to choke up in her tears next. Wet tears trickle down her cheeks, which are flushed red thanks to the s****l mendling. When Suzan’s calm composure starts cracking again, Hassan proceeds to hug her, not caring that the man stuffing his c**k to her mouth is about to spill at any given second. The man barks out in protest from the sudden motion, but eventually turns back to f*****g Suzan’s face, ignoring the ignorant boy.

At first Suzan goes still, too freaked out by having so many bodies pressed against her. But then she feels a soothing warmth coming from her brother-in-law. Something about his presence makes her feel safer this time. Maybe it’s because he is a familiar face, presenting amongst a sea of strangers. He’s the only one she has left now, and she decides to cling to him with whatever remaining strength she has.

Suzan tries to hug him back, but her body is sort of restrain right now, trapped within tangles of bodies. “It’s okay, just stay where you are. I’ll go to you,” Hassan assures her, crawling closer toward her so she won’t freak out into a crumbling mess again. She hears what he says and tries to ease the tension from her body, no matter how impossible it is.

It is only when Suzan starts to go back to her half-dazed state that Hassan can exhale in relief, even when he knows that things will only just start for him.

Cutting their conversion brief, someone pushes Hassan’s skirt up from behind, tearing the delicate material when he gets impatient. A large hand begins cupping at his genital, while another hand goes to pry his ass cheeks apart. Hassan hitches on his breath in surprise at the rough contact.

Meanwhile, the man underneath Suzan removes himself from the floor, taking a different position from behind her. Hassan locks eyes with Suzan as the man behind him slowly unzips, before shoving his hard member into Hassan’s ass, without any lube or warning.

The man’s c**k is huge, yet Hassan can feel his back passage giving way to make due with his large size. Hassan is moaning and panting heavily the entire time, unable to resist making lewd sounds despite the humiliation position he is forced to partake.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you? Can you even hear yourself right now? Moaning like a common w***e. You want to get f****d? Like my d**k in your ass? Then why don’t you come over here and shove me into yourself?”

Hassan doesn’t think much at the command, only backing himself up until the c**k gets thrusted further inside him. It feels too good to be missed, and he just can’t help but wanting more.

Another man steps in and stands before Hassan’s kneeling form, unzipping himself and shoving his already half-rigid member down the boy’s throat. He can taste a feminine scent from the slightly damp c**k, which he soon realizes smells rather familiar. It’s Suzan’s, Hassan notices. This man had been inside Suzan before, and now he’s f*****g Hassan right on the face.

*

Someone else is f*****g him in the ass this time. Hassan can’t even turn around to see their faces. He’s just a toy to be used and f****d right now.

The man sits on the floor, and he makes Hassan lower himself into his throbbing d**k, just like how the man behind Suzan makes her do at the same time. The two slaves mirror each other on the movement, allowing these strange men to enter their behind right at the same time. Hassan and Suzan are sitting so close that they can almost touch one another. Some parts of them can, and Hassan extends his feet toward her. Without thinking, Suzan does the same, allowing her bare feet to make contact with his. The touch is electrifying. Their bodies shake as the men behind them grab their hips and begin lifting them up and down, driving the c***s further into their rectum.

The moment they make a connection, something lit up in their eyes. It feels as if someone has just light up their world, making them even much more aware of each other than they have ever been. Something about the sensation of the other person on their feet makes them shiver in delight, then start tickling with little fireworks that make them turn and stare into each other’s eyes deeper, too consumed about this new connection to concern themselves with anything else. The others can f**k them silly for all they care, but this connection…. It feels too much. Too precious, like a hidden treasure of their life that they’ve finally uncovered. This bond… it’s sacred, like a prayer to solace that they didn’t even know they’ve been asking for this entire time. Being with him, with her, feels as if someone has just splashed cold water on them, waking them up from this walking dream that has been looming over them. Together, colors turn more vibrant, sensation on their skin feels more real and alive. It’s so… it’s so.... Out of this world. There’s just no better phrase to express it.

Whatever connection they have right now, it’s unbreakable. Their skin feels too good each each other, and they’d never want to let go from this. Mates. They must be fated for each other. There’s no way it can feel so good to her as it does for him if this connection is not meant to be. Finally, they find their own place with each other.

Other men gather around them, some helping the men on the floor to lift the slaves up and down with the motion, while some simply hang around to watch. Their feet remain in touch with one another as the two get f****d hard in the ass.

At times, someone even tries to rub their genital against the slaves’ feet, making contact so intimate and pressing their hard members against the sole of their feet and the space in between their toes, playing ever so pervertedly until they c*m all over the slaves’ bare feet.

In the end, the pair gets f****d so hard that they end up covered in different source of c*m from head to toe, with all three of their orifices oozing out with semen the most. They are so utterly used that they collapse onto the floor breathlessly. This happens to them while the other guests simply watch on with amazement on their faces.

It really is scary how reckless and entitled these people feel toward the slaves. The treatment really makes them being really put in their places. Being a slave of an adultery company is never easy. And to think that this is still just the beginning of their career….

One round is never enough. Hassan and Suzan find themselves get f****d a couple of times before Lena finally agrees to call a stop to it, after Angelina has urged the other mistress a couple of times. Other slaves then begin lifting the two off the floor, regardless of how messy they are, before bringing them up to the Living Quarters, where they can be cleaned off. Hassan and Suzan are so tired by the end of all of this that they simply just let the other slaves help them up, barely staying conscious throughout the entire process.

*

Angelina can’t believe how proud she is of their newest slaves. Not only have they performed well beyond expectation, but they even managed to keep Lena satisfied with their performance. So well that Lena eventually agreed to settle on their deal with this orgy only. She’s so pleased that she decides that the boy should receive his reward after this.

Suzan might have performed just as well—beyond expectation, even. But the girl has just only win back her value in Angelina’s eyes. It was also thanks to this girl that Angelina owed something back to Lena. It if wasn’t because of this girl, Angelina wouldn’t have to go through so much trouble to get her cured.

*

Hassan is thrusted into a bedroom he has never seen before, wearing only a thin, sheer nightgown and nothing else. He has been well-rested and well-fed after that eventful orgy night. He is grateful for being given the chance to catch up with what his body urgently needs, but what are they planning to have him to this time? Is it another performance? They had blindfolded him on his way over here, and none of his friends were willing to tell him where they were delivering him to. Shay had been giggling the entire time she helps Hassan to dress up. Anne had also made sure that his appearance is perfect, including making sure to clean him up thoroughly. Being at close proximity with two beautiful ladies make him nervous still, and he can feel himself tensing up thanks to them. The ladies do nothing more than to chuckle to themselves though, pretending as if they have no clear effect on him.

He has managed to tame himself during his walk to this mysterious room. It’s too dark for him to see his surrounding completely, even when he no longer wears any blindfold this time around. When he makes his way to walk forward, a hand suddenly touches his back, making him jump in surprise. “W-who is there?” he ask nervously, but no one speaks back. The hand is gone as soon as it’s there. Hassan extends his arms to feel around the space, feeling nothing but air so far. He walks forward until he feels the edge of a mattress pressing against the front of his legs. Just when he’s about to turn back around, something touches his back once more, this time accompanied by the feel of small hands slapping against his asscheeks. Hassan yelps in surprise and topples onto the bed this time.

Tangled in bedsheets, Hassan instinctively kick back to a stand. But just as soon as he’s about to get to the edge of the bed, another pair of hands push him down from the chest. Now he’s grumbling in annoyance. It’s clear that someone is playing with him—or it is some ones? Either way, he’s so worked up that he’s driven to escape from the bed. But the people playing him are faster, pushing him back to the bed just as soon, before climbing onto the bed themselves. He can feel their weight dipping onto the mattress next to him, before the motion is followed by someone else dipping at his other side.

Two people are crowding at him now, while someone else begin lifting the long skirt of his nightgown from the front. Hands care against his upper thighs, causing him to shiver in delight. The hands move up and down across his sensitive skin, before one of the hands suddenly has itself wrapped around his semi-hard p***s. Hassan jerks into a shock once again, but this time he is greeted by a nip at his ear from the right, while someone on his left licks across his the side of his face. He whimpers huskily as pleasure starts to roll off his body. Their hands continue to caress at him until his body becomes too hot for comfort.

Shiver breaks through his skin when one of the hands suddenly make a grab at his c**k, making him moan out loud from the tight grip.

“He sounds like a b***h in heat,” a familiar voice finally speaks up, “Isn’t he, girls?” This thick elegant accent. There’s no doubt whose it belongs to. Angelina!

“M-mistress?” he speaks out nervously.

“Call me Mother,” she encourages him, before slowly guiding his heated length toward her core, making his p***s glans rubs across her soaked lower lips. Her p***y is so wet and slick that it’s not even hard for him to press against her intimate place, slipping deeper into her tight heat for more times that he can count.

Hassan throws his head back in ecstasy, while the two assistants posing at each of his sides begin sucking and nibbling at his skin, trailing wet kisses all over his skin. Cara and Margot work to prepare the boy for their boss while Angelina begins dipping her hips lower, placing herself on top of his lap, teasing his c**k with the great promise of penetrating her v****a until he swears his head turns dizzy just at the thought of it.

“M-mother….” Hassan groans out before she completely plunges him into her heat, engulfing his c**k deep inside her beaded walls. She’s so tight and wet that his mind can’t help but go crazy about it, his eyes roll back so hard that he can see the stars in his darkened vision.

The name rolls out strangely in his tongue. Despite what her age might suggest, Angelina looks much younger than she actually is. Sure enough, she’s old enough to be his mother, but that doesn’t make it any less strange for him to call her that. Nonetheless, it’s something that the woman herself suggests, and it’s not like the request is too farfetched either. They all know what the other slaves refer to her as.

Hassan’s moans become intensified as she starts moving her hips up and down to meet his c**k, each time drawing himself into her even deeper until he can feel her uterus slamming against his prepuce. Hassan grows even tenser by this, and the hands of Cara and Margot all over him is not really helping his self control very much either. This session concludes with the boy shoot his load into Angelina’s cunt, filling her up so well that she retrieves being full.

With hot c*m still dripping down her inner thighs, Angelina climbs onto one side of the bed. The blondes reposition Hassan into going on all fours, before making him duck in between the Mother’s legs, p***y lips spread open by Angelina so he can stick out his tongue and clean up the mess he has made in her. Hassan nervously obeys at the silent command, tongue slipping into Angelina’s cunt with ease. The boy can’t believe how lucky he’s getting! And while his mouth is busy getting lost inside Angelina’s beaded cunt, oozed by his own semen, the blondes head south to find where his c**k is and begin playing with it.

Hassan can feel hands and lips all over his backside. They begin going down further until a hand circle around the base of his c**k, while another hand goes to his balls. The boy tenses almost instantly, drawing a sharp intake of breath.

“What’s the matter, boy? Continue,” Angelina demands delicately, before clenching a fist around his hand and makes him duck down toward her core. His tongue begins to lap at her p***y lips once more, feasting in every ounce of taste of her and him mingled together in this perfect blend inside her core.

He goes down on her so well that he can hear Angelina’s breath gradually become irregulated, her muscles clenching around him as she does so.

Mouth begins to engulf the underside of his balls, Cara’s head somehow ends up underneath Hassan, sucking at his c**k while her partner, Margot, is playing with the boy’s bare feet. She begins a sensual massage on Hassan’s feet, fingers sliding against the little spaces in between his toes until he begins to shiver in his breath. He feels hot and cold all at once now.

Hassan sucks in his breath even harder when Margot wraps her lips sensually around one of his big toes, sucking him so hard that beads of pre-c*m starts to form on his p***s glans, before ending up dropping right onto Cara’s waiting tongue. Cara sucks at him by the c**k just as hard, if not more, fist pumping along the rest of his length that she can’t get down her throat. All of this sharp intakes of breath and tension is making Angelina all worked up inside. With her hand she clenches the back of his head even harder, just so that she can draw him into her even deeper, ultimately engulfing his face with her scent completely.

They continue on their onslaught, rubbing against every sensitive parts of him until the boy can barely function, too overwhelmed by the combined pleasure that these three beautiful women are showering him with.

This all concludes with Hassan cumming hard straight into Cara’s mouth, filling her up so fast until cream begins spilling out from the corners of her lips, even as she tries hard to swallow all of his load in. The mess leaks down the sides of her face, down to her neck and into her long messy locks of hair.

Margot fists a hand around Hassan’s balls so hard that she squeezes every last droplet of his c*m right out of him, overwhelming her blonde partner in return. When she pops her mouth out of his toes, strings of saliva forms in between them, making such a wet mess around his feet. She has drooled so much that she can feel her own saliva dripping onto her chest.

Angelina cums for the second time of the night, shuddering and climaxing so hard.

Hassan collapses onto the bed ever so breathlessly. His muscles aches from the inside and urges for a good night’s rest. But if he thinks that the trio is done with him just yet, then he’s dead wrong.

“Don’t think we’re quite done with you just yet, do you, boy?” Angelina whispers to his ear, making him shiver yet again in return. The boy can’t make an escape even if he wants to. He’s way beyond tired, and it’s not like he hates the idea of being f****d by three gorgeous ladies way too much.

So he lays there, witnesses and feels as three female bodies entangle themselves with him, bringing him into another gradual build up that ends up shattering the world around him.

- [ THE END ] -