Coblaith

With a growl, you pull Betua off your cock. "I've told you again and again to practice your cocksucking skills, Betua - but it seems you won't learn." You sigh. "Well, we'll see if we can't reinforce the lesson." Betua sobs slightly and drops her gaze to the floor, trembling, as you stroke your cock and cross the room to retrieve your light switch. "Coblaith - I'd see how a barbarian like you rides. Betua, kneel on the bed beside us."

You drop onto the bed carelessly, rolling over so that you're on your back, as your two slaves crawl onto the bed beside you. Coblaith gives your cock one last lick before she swings her legs over you and carefully lines your cock up with her pussy. You thrust up to meet her, spearing into her and taking her surprise; she gasps as you fill her, and you laugh. You settle down as she rests her full weight on your hips, and you reach up to grasp one of her full breasts with your hand, squeezing her soft, supple flesh. "Ride me, you Pictish whore. Move those hips - don't make me do the work."

As Coblaith begins to gyrate atop you, making her tits and tattoos dance enticingly, you close your eyes in pleasure. Then, remembering you have to discipline Betua as well, you open them again, and lift her chin up with the tip of the switch until she's gazing at you.

"Do you know what you did wrong, Betua?"

"I am...I am not a good...cocksucker, Dominus."

You nod. "That's right. And Coblaith is. But I think it's more than just practice. I think you lack...dedication. Because you still don't truly understand your place in the world. Coblaith..." you gesture at the Pict, who has braced herself with her hands beside your rib cage and is now working her hips up and down your cock skillfully. "Coblaith knows that she is a ****, and what slaves are for. So we're going to try to reinforce that lesson." Raising your arm, you bring your switch down on Betua's left tit, and she cries out in surprise and a bit of pain. "What are you, Betua?"

"Ah! I'm a ****, Dominus."

"Good!" You switch the other tit, and tears begin to stream down Betua's face. "What else are you?"

"E-else, Dominus?"

You scowl and switch her again. "Else, ****! What. Else. Are. You?"

"Aaah! I- I-" she drops her gaze and sobs slightly. "I'm a whore, Dominus."

"Good!" You switch her again. "What else?"

"Ahh! I'm a cocksleeve."

"Good!" *Crack!* "What else?!"

"Aahh! I'm, I'm...a fucktoy!"

"Good!" *Crack!* "What else?!"

This goes on for several minutes: you switching Betua while Coblaith rides you with increasing fervor, moaning as she pleasures both you and herself, while Betua calls herself increasingly degraded names. Finally you feel your climax approaching, and you begin to switch Betua freely, as she shrieks and wiggles before your rod.

"Gods!" you groan as you swing the switch and fuck upwards into Coblaith, who's panting now from a combination of exertion and pleasure. "One last one, Betua! What are you, when all is said and done?!"

"Ahh! Ahh! Gods! Please, Dominus...I'm just a set of holes for you, Dominus! I am nothing but a receptacle for your cock!!"

Betua's desperation and filthy talk sends you over the edge, and you seize Coblaith's hips and plunge all the way into her as you cum, pumping wave after wave of seed into the Pict's tight snatch. You can feel her vaginal walls clamping down on you as you do so, and you howl with delight as your climax passes. When you finish, Coblaith is still groaning as you slip your cock from her pussy and push her to one side. Betua is sobbing slightly, tits lightly striped with red (you're always careful not to truly hurt your slaves). You lift her chin so that her teary gaze meets yours, and you smile.

"Good slut, Betua. Now go use your face-hole to clean up Coblaith's pussy."

Betua shudders but obeys; to your surprise, as dives into Coblaith's muff the Pict reaches down and holds her firmly in place with one hand, wrapping her legs around Betua's back. Coblaith meets your eyes as the red-haired girl squirms slightly, then begins to eat her out. "Please, Dominus. I can finish?"

You chuckle. "Very well. Cum for me, Coblaith!"

Coblaith moans as she throws her head back and surrenders to the pleasure Betua is giving her. You see her whole body tremble with her orgasm, and Betua makes a muffled noise as she feels it below, too. As Coblaith's breathing starts to return to normal, she lets go of Betua's head and the Gaul comes up for air, her face shiny with not just her tears, but your and Coblaith's mingled fluids as well. You chuckle.

"Well done, slaves. I'm home now, and will be for some time, at least. I intend to make the most of my time here - both at home and on this earth. I'm glad that we understand where we all stand in that endeavor!" Your slaves nod meekly. "Coblaith, you served me well today, but the wheel may turn tomorrow. Go take Betua and tend to her sore tits, and clean her up. Leave me, slaves. I need my sleep."

Your slaves depart, Coblaith leading Betua firmly by the hand, and you feel a great sense of contentment at being home.