The New World

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between

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The New World Part 6

I lay back in my seat; my mouth filled with the taste and scent my first female juices. My own arousal had diminished and my mind still screamed that this was an invasion of my very soul. I was a straight woman, who loved the taste and feel of a hard cock. But my body had betrayed me, and had lead me, l onto the path of slavery.

Around me, my fellow prize winners were sat in their seats, the entire plane seemed to be filled with the scent of arousal and debasement.  A Mistress walked along the aisle, leading and chain of passengers. What seemed to be a family, a husband, a wife, who I could not help but admire and want? Behind them came two younger girls, both similar in looks to their mother and I took to be both twins and their off springs. As my Mistress drew level with me, she indicated for me to rise and join the group. My aching limbs protested, but lifted me from the seat and I fell into place, behind the rearmost twin, admiring her soft rounded buttocks as the led me once more to the rear of the plane.

We were commanded to kneel in a row of four slaves, as our Mistress passed to the husband the discarded lingerie of his wife. Tears coursed down his face as he was commanded to dress in the thin material and to suffer further the humiliation. I watched as he fumbled to dress as bidden, and I noticed stains of what I knew were semen around his mouth and down his chin. Dressed in stockings and panties he was made to kneel once more beside us. Mistress looked us over, as if trying to decide what her pleasure would be. Around us the air was filled with the heavy scent of arousal and the sounds of other slaves, being led further along their paths of servitude.

Mistress stood before each of us and with her hands fondled our breasts in turn, her fingers pinching each of our nipples, leaving them pinched and aching. Leaving each of us with a sparkle in our eyes, a yearning for more and a wetness in our secret havens. She led the sissy husband to a seat that had been reclined into a flat surface. There she ordered him to lie down where she secured him into placed with manacles. He lay there, his manhood aroused and trying to burst through the thin material of its entrapment. He silently sobbed, helpless and fearing what the next few moments held. Mistress selected a twin and with a guiding hand lead her over to where her father was, to stand before her sissy father laid out as if on an alter. An alter to the gods of servitude and debasement. Mistress leant down to whisper commands into the twin’s ear, and with out any moment of hesitation the naked daughter realised the cock of own father from its pantie cage. It sprang free, and she sank her mouth over it, as if sucking on the most succulent and desirable lolly she had tasted,

As she dinned on the erection, her sister was led to a small mounting stall at the tables head. There she was commanded to climb the stall and to sink her wet and aroused pussy over the mouth of her father. He lay there, one daughter dining on his cock and the other leaking the juices of her pussy over his eager tongue. I watched, my own state of arousal increasing and as much as my mind tried to deny it, I so wanted to join in the scene before me. But my mistress had other plans.

She with drew the lolly sucking daughter from the treat before her, and I could see she had made her fathers cock reach its peak. His semen staining her face and lips, from where she had been unable to swallow the contents he had ejected into her warm wet pussy mouth. A small mounting stall allowed her to climb and to straddle her father. Then with slow grace she sank herself onto the erect member, her virginity being pieced and a small moan escaping her lips. Once her pussy was filled with her father’s cock, her hands sought her sister and their lips met. Tenderly their hands sought each others breasts and engorged nipples. Tenderly their lips met and parted, and the hurricane burst over them, as the two twins hungrily sought to explore each others virginal bodies as their own father slaved away underneath them, all three finding new levels of debasement and servitude.

Mistress took my hand and led me to a clear space on the floor, where she commanded me to lay down. I lay there naked and awaiting what treat I was to be offered. Mistress brought the mother to where I lay and ordered her to squat over my face. I could sense the wetness of the woman’s arousal and that served only to make to want to serve so much more. But as close to my mouth as that wet haven was, it remained unlowered. I lay there, heaven inches above me but denied.  The frustration was unbearable, but my sense of servitude denied the ability to seek satisfaction.

“Open you mouth” was the first command I was aware of and as I obeyed I felt a drip of wetness land onto my chin. The mother moved once more and a second drip of golden liquid splashed onto my skin. My mind reeled as reality sank in. This was not possible, this could not be happening as a third drop landed into my open mouth. Then the dam burst and with it my final sense of humiliation and resistance was shattered. A steam of wet warm golden piss filled my mouth and I swallowed as fast as I could. But my cup ranith over and I felt myself drowning as her piss soaked me and ran down my face. But as I drank I could feel my own pussy react and the wetness that had been a trickle returned to become its own torrent. But it was a flow that I was not permitted to touch.

The golden torrent slowed and as it diminished to a trickle, I felt my legs being parted and saw the pussy that had rained its piss down on me, lift. The mothers face was lowered down between my legs and her tongue sought my lips. Lips at the peak of their arousal and that we sucked into her mouth, there to be nibbled and bitten.  My eyes looked up and all I could see was the curve of the mother’s buttocks. But the sight of that second hole just made me want so much more. I could see the rounded entrance to the anal hole, the skin that marked its entrance.

Unbidden I knew what to do, as any good whore would. With my right hand I slowly explored the hole. My finger tip slowly teasing and circling the entrance. I squirmed as my lips were bitten down on once more and I stifled a scream. With one finger I entered that hole, I knew deep in my mind that lubrication and gentleness where the norm. But the bite had aroused a sense of abuse in me. My finger slid in deep hard and fast, tearing its way into the mother, and inflicting a pain that made her suck harder and bite harder. Both of us lost in our own world of debasement and servitude.

The plane flew on as the fathers served his daughters, sisters loved sisters and a mother served herself on me. But we were not alone, the remained of that passengers similar served to please. No longer men, just sissies, some sucking on pussy and some one manhood.  All shedding tears as each women served one of her own sex. Our mistresses looked on, smiling and knowing there goals had been achieved.

At some stage after hours of servitude we had been sent back to our slumbers with the gentle gas, and we drifted into a world of erotic dreams. It was after what seemed such a short time that I came awake once more. I was no longer confined within the plane and felt myself to be standing in a bent over position. My head was restrained by what seemed to be stocks, while both my wrists were also held in place by the same method. My mouth was gagged by a hard rubber ball, but my eyes were left to explore their surroundings. I was in what appeared to be a large airport foyer. But this was like no normal terminal but rather the entrance to Dante’s Inferno. Around me were Mistresses. Each one led a slave by a leash. Each slave was either a naked member of my own sex, or a sissy lady. My eyes scanned the space before me, and I followed a young girl who led her own mother by a leash as they exited the terminal for the taxi rank. I had arrived in my New World and I knew that what ever level of servitude awaited me, I would never be going back to the woman I had been or the life I had known. I was content finally to know I was slave, whore and lesbian. I had found my place in the world, in the New World

This sort of marks the end of my idea for this tale. Any ideas would be appreciated, and as before any feed back.