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Risks Of The Wager Part two By: Mme. Lizzanne So just what are the terms of this wager you made? I question Celina as we walk side by side toward the auction house parking lot. Its a competition. We each get to choose a slave to represent us and they compete head to head in a judged competition to see which is the superior lover. Male or female slave? Definitely male slave. Castration is the punishment for losing. Is that why you and Glenda Yes. Yes it is, Celina replied quietly. I lost the best part of a very special slave because of a stupid wager with Glenda, and she has been gloating about it ever since. So thats the festering wound with Glenda, I mused. Partly, Celina replied. That and the fact Glenda insisted on performing the castration herself. Ive never heard a slave scream like that before. God! Well this time will be different. Very different, Celina replied with a laugh. This time I have a plan! * * * * * * * * The competition Celina was talking about is an old custom whereby mistresses with a dispute could receive mediation, or satisfaction, without coming to physical blows to each other. Their chosen slaves were the bearers of both the wrath and glory of their mistresses, depending on their placement of course. This was not a venue where second place was still a good performance. Second place was known to be a slaves final performance. The competition was to be held at the home of one of the oldest and most respected mistress on the entire eastern seaboard. Being close to sixty and married for years to the governor of New York, mistress Dona Marco had both political and lifestyle connections. Her vast estate was cared for by a regiment of slaves of both sexes, and a wide range of ages. The old eunuch that was her constant companion was reputed to be her very first slave, with the deceased governor her second. I had never met mistress Dona Marco although I had seen her and her entourage at several slave auctions. Despite her obvious wealth and influence, she appeared to remain rather common and not at all flashy as some well-off mistresses can be. I was looking forward to possibly meeting her as Jerome wheeled the Lincoln through the opened wrought iron gate and onto the serpentine drive that wound through the immense oaks lining the roadway. The drive entered a large oval of terra cotta pavers that led right to the entryway of the mansion. Six large pillars supported the roofed overhang that sheltered the cars as they unloaded their occupants, with the valets quickly speeding away the vehicles to an unseen parking area. Uniformed doormen assisted Celina and I as we exited the car, and they escorted us all the way to the entryway. David and Jerome followed as we entered the huge glass paneled door into the foyer. Both Celina and I were dressed rather formally in below the knee dresses, and neither of us was anywhere near overdone in the makeup department. If fact we were both rather subtle, and I was pleased we were too. This was a gathering where all the women were dressed in wardrobes reminiscent of a special dinner among friends, nothing fancy, but leaning toward formal. The most notable exception was that other than valets and doormen, every male slave was nude. Most female slaves wore only bra and panty sets, with the occasional one in a small and unassuming blouse and skirt ensemble. Both Celina and I accepted offered champagne that several slaves were presenting to the guests as they arrived, and I was also asked to pick a number from a squat black bowl. The number was written on a small fold of paper, and the stylized nine was framed in delicate calligraphy that appeared individually done. We had just crossed the large open foyer, briefly talking and greeting a few other mistresses we knew, when the din of conversation immediately stopped. We both looked upward as mistress Dona Marco appeared at the landing of the spiral staircase that ascended from the far wall to the upper levels of the mansion. Thank you for coming my dear friends. Im told the last of the guests have arrived, so we might as well proceed to the competition. Please follow the slave to the left, and he will escort you to the arena, Mistress Dona Marco said in a strong clear voice. Following in the clatter of heels and the padding of bare feet, Celina and I have our slaves in tow as we proceed down a wide and well lit hallway. The walls are lined with photos of what I can only assume are mistress Dona Marcos family. It appears she has two daughters, and one of them looks remarkably similar to Glenda. Mistress Dona Marco wasnt exaggerating when she referred to the large room as the arena. There were two low tables in the center of the room; separated by several feet, and with two single-step ladders at either end. Chairs surrounded the tables, and as one mistress passed the tables, I noted that they both rotated slightly. Conversations flew in every direction as the mistresses seated themselves in the chairs surrounding the tables. As Celina and I took seats in the section marked for competitors, I noted the tables were actually on a raised circular platform. It reminded me of a giant lazy susan, and I would later come to find out it was powered to turn very slowly. The sudden appearance of mistress Dona Marco was surprisingly swift considering how long it had taken us all to walk to the arena, and I immediately thought there had to be another entryway considering she had been on the upper level when we left the foyer. Stepping onto the raised platform Mistress Dona Marco raised her hand to silence the crowd and said, Allow me to introduce the competitors and their champions. The room was silent as mistress Dona Marco motioned to the row of chairs directly opposite ours. Allow me to present mistress Glenda and her slave known as Leo. I barely recognized Glenda in the perfectly fit dress, and her hair was tied back and up with several tendrils framing her face. She was a beauty. The slave that rose up beside her was an enormous and extremely powerful looking man. His well defined chest was a mass of rippled muscle, and the crisp line of prominent and very hard pectorals only added to the formidable look. He had dark close cropped hair, and his body appeared oiled. He had very attractive facial features that suited the rugged and very masculine physique, and I couldnt help but be attracted to him. Me and every other woman in the room. Muscles were not the only prominent attribute of the slave. He was hung with a cock that would make a donkey shy with envy. It curved long and thick to well past the large testicles, and I could clearly see half of the thick fleshy glans protruding from the foreskin. As he turned slightly I caught the glint of light reflecting off the gold PA he sported through the end of his cock. I heard several women gasp and remark as they saw the slave clearly. He was magnificent. Glenda sat down as mistress Dona Marco turned to introduce Celina and her champion, my slave David. Not having seen a competition before, and listening only to Celina telling me about it, I never hesitated in agreeing to allow David to compete on her behalf. The assurance from her that David was the best male lover she had ever encountered was small comfort given the slave standing opposite us. Our other competitor is mistress Celina and her champion is the slave know as David, mistress Dona Marco spoke. I heard the gasps and whispers as David stood beside Celina, and even I was apprehensive. I overheard the snicker from a woman sitting rather close as she openly gawked and pointed to the reddened spot where Davids cock should be. You might think she had never seen a slave with a penectomy before. I also saw the huge smile cross Glendas face as she viewed Celinas champion, and undoubtedly she thought of what a pleasure it was going to be to totally nullify this slave as she removed his prominent testicles. And now we will have the selection of the associates mistress Dona Marco said, motioning for a eunuch holding a small bowl to step forward. Diverting her gaze, mistress Dona Marco reached into the bowl and withdrew a small slip of folded paper. The associates chosen by random selection of numbers are neither allowed to forfeit their position to anyone, nor refuse participation. They are viewed only as someone to allow the slaves to showcase their talents, and their exuberant contribution is encouraged and expected. Representing mistress Celina is number nineteen, mistress Dona Marco says, holding the chosen number from the bowl aloft. A very pretty but rather young mistress rises and moves toward the table nearest Celina and David. She is petite but curvy, and the pert high breasts barely jiggle as she moves toward us. She is smiling approvingly at David as she surveys the slim, fit, and athletic build of the slave she is about to compete with. After greeting both Celina and I, the young woman looks into Davids eyes, and I watch as her eyes slowly lower. To her credit, she cups Davids balls and runs her hand across the bare spot where a mans cock should be. Her fingers linger and trace the old scar before her eyes again meet Davids, and she smiles. I spot the approving look on Celinas face as she catches the young mistresses touching David. I smile too as I realize just how curious she is, and what an unexpected treat she is in for. Mistress Dona Marco picks another number. And representing mistress Glenda will be number nine. Mistress Dona Marco calls out. Shell-shocked that my name had come up, I rose and walked over to Glendas side of the arena. I hear approving whispers and talk of a one-sided competition this night. It was apparent almost everyone thought Glenda was a sure winner, and I immediately thought of the biblical David and Goliath conflict. Thankfully this competition did not involve brute strength. Now isnt this just interesting, Glenda laughs quietly as I stand beside her. Dont worry about Celina. You just enjoy yourself and come as often as you like. There was loud clapping as mistress Dona Marco introduced the judges, asked us competitors to disrobe, and announced the formal start of the competition. The competition itself has a varied criteria, with both technique and number of orgasms produced as counting for overall score. Of course the moment one male reaches an orgasm, the competition is declared over and the tally of awarded points begins. There are even deductions for things like a penis slipping from a wet pussy during the heat of passion, and these are called out as faults. This helps the audience maintain their own score for comparison with the judges, and also points out the fact that nothing is a given in competition. Both me and the mistress competing with David were fitted with the small butt-plugs, electronically wired with sensors and transmitters, that would detect the pulsations of any orgasms and relay them to small lights at the head of both elevated tables. The judges would be observing the techniques and moves of the participants while noting any flashing lights that signaled orgasm. That was the scoring method, and the turning tables was simply so the crowd could observe and enjoy the live performances. I saw several mistresses hiking dresses and positioning their slaves between spread legs as they anticipated a heated competition. As I lay back and wriggled onto the table, the slave servicing me began kissing my toes and working upward. Knowing what was on the line, I tried to blank out the touch of lips brushing my legs, and the hot sensation of strong hands at my thighs. I glanced toward David and saw him kissing the young woman so sensually, and I noted her eagerness to accept Davids tongue. I envied her as she kissed wildly and open mouthed. David was a fantastic kisser. Wisely skirting my pussy and almost neglecting my nipples, my lover began to kiss and nibble at my nape. He was nowhere near as refined as David, and out of the corner of my eye I saw one of the judges, a slightly overweight older woman, purse her lips and frown disapprovingly as she scribbled something on her clipboard. It wasnt the best technique, but I could feel myself involuntarily warming to the stimulation. The sensation of such a huge man hovering and cradling me in those powerful arms was also having its effect, and I spread my legs invitingly. My lovers lips were on mine when I heard a judge say orgasm rather loudly, and the light above the opposite table began flashing. David had brought the young woman to a quick orgasm, and I knew just how capable his kisses and talented fingers can be. I began to understand Celinas wisdom. As my lovers lips and mouth sucked and pulled at my small breasts and hard sensitive nipples, I couldnt help but dampen. The moans and pants coming from the young woman so close to me were exciting me, and I was becoming hornier by the second. I was fully wet when I heard orgasm again, and the light above the young womans table began to flash wildly. Davids tongue had worked its magic. I couldnt help but moan and buck against the tongue flailing my own pussy, and I clung to handfuls of my lovers hair as I crushed his face to my wet and wanting pussy. I fought the orgasm as long as possible, but the unrelenting tongue and mouthing lips on my engorged clit were too much to resist. I screamed out with head tossed back as waves of pleasure tore through me, and I saw the flash of red light behind tightly closed eyelids as the judge called out my orgasm. Quivering as he licked gently at the opening of my pussy, I lay and watched as the judge called out another orgasm for the young girl, and I saw David slowly pull away from her crotch and lay beside her. He held her gently, kissing and touching her cheek as he allowed her to recover. I saw several women in the front row of chairs also recovering from vicious orgasms, their slaves faces shiny with their juices. Others were still slowly fingering their pussies. Glenda had a look of deep concern as we passed her position on the circling table, and it was a decided contrast to the wide smile and confident look of Celina. I saw David slowly position the young girl, and I knew she was about to experience something totally unexpected and likely something she would long remember. I just watched as she arched her back and lay her head against the small pillow. I saw Davids face lowering to her ass. Flipping me like the competition, my lover positioned me the same, and I glanced between my spread legs to see that huge swollen cock bobbing hard. Wriggling my ass in wanton invitation, I inadvertently spoiled his aim. The huge knob slammed into the butt-plug, nearly dislodging it, and I heard the judge call fault. A couple tentative pokes later, and the huge knob slipped into my drenched pussy. As my lover slowly worked the thick length into me, I almost came on the spot. I have never taken a cock like that before, and he knows it. Hes gentle, careful, and has great technique. Its not long before Im again screaming out and the light above my head is flashing. Im bucking back against him and begging. He responds with harder stroking, and again I orgasm loudly. Almost delirious with pleasure I hear the opposite judge call out orgasm and I look to see the young woman biting down hard on the pillow, her face contorted and eyes tightly closed. Im assuming its the very first time she has experienced an orgasm from a man ravishing her ass, and despite being forced to lick beneath an inserted butt-plug. She just may chew her way completely through the table before David is finished with her. As the huge cock pistoning and impaling me begins another series of deep plunging thrusts, I slam back against it at every lunge, driving it full length into me. My pussy cramps tight to the huge swollen knob, and I can feel the throbbing hardness. I want it. I want him deep in me. I want him cumming hard in me. I need to feel his semen in me, and I beg wantonly. The young woman is laying beneath David, mouthing his balls as he licks her. I see her bite down hard on his testicles as spasms of pleasure overtake her, and the judge announces orgasm again. Te light above the young womans head is practically strobing with the intensity of her contractions. Fuck me fuck me fuck me, I chant as I feel powerful fingers clenching the flesh at my small waist, and my lover grips and slams my slight body against his huge cock. I feel the deep pulsations begin, and the intense hardness. I scream at the intensity of the orgasm he has triggered in me, and I feel every spraying throb as his hot cum blasts into me. The torrent of cum flooding into me triggers several orgasms in the audience as I share my torrid release. I babble and shake at the intensity as my pussy pulsates against the thick resistance. Rippling waves of pleasure rocket from my head to toes as I feel the last twitches and throbs of his spurting cock. I reach to squeeze the last remnants of cum from the huge engorged balls. Im near tears as he slowly pulls his withering cock from me, and a river of cum drips to the table as the huge knob falls free of my quivering pussy. The light above me is still flickering. Im crumpled in a heap of spent sensation, lost to absolute pleasure, and barely able to hear the announced orgasm from the judge opposite as David wrings the sixth and final orgasm from the mewling young woman. Im barely able to turn and watch David move from her. She is curled on the table, immobile and as thrashed and wasted as I am. She has both hands squeezed between her legs, with palms cupping her pussy. I know exactly how she feels since Ive found myself so totally satisfied at Davids hand and ravenous tongue. She gives me a weak smile as she closes her eyes. As the tables slow to a stop in respective positions, I see a look of pure fury in Glendas eyes. I know she has been calculating the outcome, and she knows as well as anyone in the room a slave without a penis has defeated the best she had to offer. Before the announcement was even made, Glenda snapped at her slave, Get over here you worthless fuck! Several mistresses are already moving toward Glenda as the announcement of the winner is made. Slapping and berating her slave as she bends him over the table and kicks his legs apart, I manage to roll off the table, clinging to support my legs of jelly, and enjoying a close-up view of the proceedings. You dont deserve to keep your balls you worthless fucker! Glenda railed as she moved behind the slave, reaching for his balls with one hand, and clenching thin leather thongs in the other. She shrieked, Beaten by a cock-less scrub! You Fuck!! How could you do this to me! as she manipulated the huge balls through a loop in one of the leather thongs. I heard the slave grunt as the leather bit into the neck of the scrotum just above his huge and still sensitive balls. Glenda yanked hard to bind the thick cord as tight as possible. I watched intently as his balls reddened, and He grunted again as Glenda attached another band of leather just below the first. She moves slightly away so some of the other women can observe the lashed balls. The slave was breathing hard as Glenda moved closer, positioning the blade of a small knife right at the neck of skin between the two rubber bands. I should take your useless cock too! she hissed as she lifted and slid the blade across the spit of skin. The slave screamed and shuddered as his balls fell to Glendas palm, his fingers white from gripping the table with all his strength. She stepped away as several women groaned out their orgasms from watching. That odd sensation crept through my crotch also. The warm giddiness that all women experience while watching a man being castrated. Heres your fucking prize! Glenda shouts as she tosses the bulging scrotum toward Celina at the opposite end of the table. Managing to make my way to the opposite table on wobbly legs, I cling to Celina as she congratulates me. For a minute there I thought you might be having too good a time, she laughed. For a minute there I was! I manage weakly. You better go collect your champion before he has too good of a time too. Celina remarks as she points toward David and the young mistress. I watch as the young woman curls into Davids arms, her eyes closed, and murmuring softly as Davids fingers trace lines of sensation down her spine. I know just how special and satisfied she feels as he whispers those wonderful little nothings into her ear. Hes a superbly attentive lover. I think you should loan David out to me tonight, Celina whispers with a giggle. I had some truly wicked ideas while watching him perform. Me too! I snicker, But tonight hes going to be all mine. God you spoil that slave rotten, Celina laughs. I know, but . No need to explain! Celina laughs, Now lets go give that young girl a hand getting off that table. I have a feeling she wont be walking with a wiggle for a day or two! David is smiling as we near, and I wonder if he knows just how proud I am of him, and how special he truly is. |