Let me say sorry to the guys who wasnt expecting to be waiting this long for part 2 of tales from a castle, and sorry for the guy who emailed me and with abuse but didnt leave a proper email adress, after all these stories are just that stories no matter how bizare or over the top, they may not apeal to everyones ideas of master/slave topics but clearly from the guys who have wrote and thank me for my stories they have there appeal.
Also i like to dedicate this to a friend of mine i personally call Rim bitch hope u enjoy
Same as before they are of a gay and submisive/dom nature and (for that train of thought out there who didnt like part one) this can be struad of makeing a slave feel more like an animal than a human. Once again the rest of you enjoy.
Tales from a castle Rim Bitch.
The bitch fell to the piss soaked ground of the cell from the force of the guard's push into the dark dungeon like cell. It winded him for a moment or two as he adjusted to his new surroundings. "Sleep. Bitch" one of the guards shouted through the window in the cell door.
He looked down at his shaved body as he pulled himself up from the floor onto the solid wood bench that he knew would not only be a seat for him but a bed too for no matter how long he would be down in this dismal dungeon for.
He knew why he had been put in this hell-hole. It was a part of his training, to know how bad it could be if he was a bad slave. He only been at the castle for two days and yet had gone through a mini personal Armageddon, loosing all his body hair to having a ball sphere attached to his already aching balls as a punishment for not remembering what it said on his three inch collar quick enough. Damn he thought, beginning to believe he was a useless little cocksucking-rimming bitch.
All six personal rules went through his brain for one last time. The high masters had chosen the rules that he knew himself. They where the master s that had been a part of the 'Lord' secret society for many years. They chose all the rules for the individual slave and the general rules too.
He had seen in a mirror earlier in the centre of the collar his new name. Rimbitch. It made him smile to himself knowing that he always knew that's what he did best. Then the six rules ether side as he twisted his neck and read them all backwards, remembering them one by one. Thou shall never stand in front of a master or guard. Thou shall always crawl in the great house. Thou shall always lick the feet of the master he his talking to. Thou
always offer his tongue for the masters or guards hole. Thou shall be willing to drink piss or cum at anytime. Thou shall always have his arse lubed up. Then he looked down at the shackles on his wrists. Like all the other slaves it said the same. I have no rights. He sighed knowing it was the truth, after all that's what he wanted. No rights.
He looked down at the floor of the cell and thought about the boys that must have waited they're for hours finally pissing all over the floors themselves, couldn't helping themselves. As he gazed he noticed the hardness of his dick and the beauty of the nipple rings the guards had given him.
He could also feel the pain from the branding on his left buttock, knowing what it meant he felt disappointed that the 'Lord' did not warrant him as one of his own personal slaves. He began to think about how he was blindfolded before crawling into the great hall to meet his new master the lord. He could hear the jeers from the other masters and he realised that the hall was full, his heart sank and he could feel his bladder was full too and he tried his best with great success holding it back for a while.
He didn't know where he was crawling to just crawling, little did he know he was crawling a little to the left into the crowd of masters that had gathered at the castle for the fun and games that where promised for that night. They had three new slaves for there collection and The rimbitch was just one of them. As he got close to the crowd the masters kicked and booted him and some even knelt down and spat on him or just simply twisted his tits, soon the bitch learnt to get away from them and veered towards the right.
Worse luck it was to far to the right and soon the pain, spit and torment reappeared from the crowds on the right. He knew his objective, to find the great master at the head of the hall and so he continued onwards and upwards down the hall. If only he could see through the blindfold he thought to himself. If only could because that second he felt a hand on his head, he knew, his gut told him who it was, after all no one else was close to him. It was the lord. He felt him stroke his head that had already been shaved and then the he looked up at the great master who spat down onto his face meeting great cheers from the crowd.
The bitch then felt the great masters gob run down his face whilst he thanked him for such an honour, hoping inside he would be chosen by the great master to serve him. The master then tugged hard on the bitch's nipple rings and looked at his nice smooth arse sticking out towards the rest of the crowd. He told him to spread his legs so he could decide what x group to place him into. However in the masters head he already knew even though he was of great stock he wasn't great enough to deserve two X's not quite then, however it made him spread his legs and arse cheeks well.
The master then learnt forward to the bitches ear and whispered in it. "I hear you rim arse well, do you slut?"
"Yes sir" he nodded not knowing the smile of perverse on the master's face of what he had planed as he looked up and snapped his fingers. "GUARDS" he shouted and soon enough two guards grabbed hold of the bitch and dragged him into the centre of the hall were a dirty little slut boy sat who been fucked by six or seven masters within the last hour in the hall whilst shackled to the ground.
Soon he was shackled to the ground behind the slut and ordered to lick the boy out clean. His blind fold was removed, so he could see the hall full of arse hungry and mouth hungry masters and yet because his face was forced into the boys cum dripping hole he could not see the face of the great master. The Lord. Knowing that only the lord's personal servants ever saw his face, not the common slaves like the he was.
He soon found himself sipping up the masses of the white nectar into his mouth and swallowing it. Some of it pouring down his own face, every so often he would look up and show the crowd his work. Then he felt it as it hit his left buttock. The pain was intense as a guard pressed a hot branding iron onto his buttock. He screamed. More and more roars of laughter were heard throughout the crowd. He wiggled trying to break free but he couldn't all the time howling in pain, cheers went up tremendously.
His mind then wandered back into the cell into his present state, sat there on the edge of his solid bed for the night. He moved backwards to make the heavy ball sphere more comfortable on the bench. He thought of the contract that he had signed stating he could use his password at anytime and leave the castle forever and yet he'd only been there two days, how could he chicken out right then, after all none had touched him as such yet. He looked forward to that. To be fucked liked that slut had been he had licked out before or his mouth being used and filled over and over. His dick was hard again.
Then the truth of this ghastly place set in. The bitch heard a whimper from another cell, not the next one for he knew that was empty but maybe the one next to that. He imagined it was one of the other two boys whom appeared latter on whilst he was still rimming and cleaning the slut. One didn't look much older than eighteen however that may just be simply didn't because he had been shaved as the rimbitch had. His collar had also already been fixed round his neck 'Piss boy' it read. That was clearly indicated by the fact the boy was already soaked. As he crawled up the great hall the rimbitch watched him gleaming with jealousy, maybe the Lord would choose him as his new slave who knows.
As he continued the task to clean out the slut and swallow all the cum he possibly could he heard the screams of the boy from behind him, maybe the Lord had chosen this boy as his, he thought to himself. Then he rethought it, maybe he simply wanted to just torment the boy and please the crowds. The master was doing just that as he heard the jeers became loader than ever. The rimbitch had no idea what was happening, the only thing he knew for sure it was painful, and the aftermath of his whimpers from a neighbouring cell proved it.
"Rimbitch" he heard his new found name being used by an unusual voice, a voice he had not heard before. A few moments passed by with a simple silence and maybe a rattle of a few keys and finally the door of his cell opened. "Here boy" the voice came from outside the door, he had no idea of which it was as the light sown into the room and not out of it. "Quick!" the voice wished for speed. He got off the bench and fell to the ground remembering one of the six rules. Thou shall always crawl in the great house.
A heavy and thick chain was then attached to his collar as he was led away from the long line of cells. Where was he being taken? He thought to himself. Clearly not to the fields as it was far too late and certainly not that late it was already early morning. Then he thought, maybe he loss touch with time already, being trapped in a place like this. Other thoughts entered his head too. Do I still know my real name? ...Phew that was in tact for now anyway.
He couldn't see the guy who was leading him away from the cells apart from his cute looking backside; he was more than sure it was not the Lord for he hadn't recognised the voice as his. 'Hmm' he thought 'I'd long to rim him though,' then he sniggered to himself and thought of how appropriate his slave name was with thoughts like that in his head.