Orgies and flogging in Training

Our second month in training was hard for all of us, with more penetration in all our holes, semen and vaginal juices soaking us all the time, more canings of our poor bottoms and thighs, in tighter and tighter restraints, harder physical exercises with our military trainers, and, of course, the urine training, but we all knew it was necessary and the that the third month would be the hardest of all!

Now nearly all our sessions were dedicated to serving many Trainers at once, being flogged harder, being in tight bondage and, after every lesson, drinking and swallowing the semen, urine and vaginal fluids of our Trainers.

In addition we were also learning the names and faces of 200 aristocrats by heart...but the men all looked very similar (and ever so fat) and the women all looked so very stern, even those younger aristocrats who liked to be photographed naked for their husbands, and for us, they looked so beautiful but clearly so very demanding, such as the lovely Contessa Hrgzda!

Because of this gruelling routine we were also examined by the medical staff every evening - as chattels we could not be allowed to become too sore to serve!

As soon as our classroom lesson was over in the mornings we ate our breakfasts (naked as always in the vast dining hall with so many beautiful qualified chattels) and proceeded to an orgy room. The training rooms were all different now, some still just bare concrete but others were properly furnished to allow us to copulate for longer in many different positions and some with contraptions onto which we could be tied for multiple use...

We now also had to work together as chattels, serving up to ten Trainers together as they held us and filled us, but also licking and fingering each other, to provide "a show", but all the time concentrating enough so as not to orgasm.

This was always so hard as we might get carried away, or lose concentration as our vaginas were played with and we were penetrated all at the same time!

Of course, should we ever orgasm without permission we’d be immediately punished by being clamped and bound to a short post and handed a heavy leather whip...with which we would be commanded to flog ourselves while the training session continued; we had to make it as painful as possible - it was awful!

This was a tiring hour, but we began to learn how we had to work together to control ourselves and to never refuse penetration, no matter how tired or sore we had become.

We also started to drink our Trainer's semen from the freshly used bottoms of the other girls, something I never liked...but something I dare not refuse!

We were also being trained to pleasure up to six men at once on our own; this session would always start with us on our knees, eyes wide open, looking up and offering our open mouth to be used.

And, of course, it would be used, often, as the other Trainers slapped us with their penises, covering us in pre-cum and reminding us constantly of our purpose...

This was one of the stances that were to be adopted whenever we entered an orgy room in the palace, we must always present ourselves offering our holes for service. Either like that or on our backs with our knees above our heads and legs wide open or on all fours with our hands opening our bottoms wide. We all knew now how important it was to be flexible and to be able to "offer" ourselves in the proper manner for use, our pleasure-holes on full display!

That way we would be ready for instant copulation by any guest... in any hole!

So we were becoming more used to the strange stretching sensation of having more than one penis, or dildo, inside our vagina, bottom or mouth at once, and even three inside one hole at the same time, totally filling us and stretching us a lot!

We became used to the combined taste of our vaginas and bottoms on so many different penises and on the hard silicone and even metal dildos the female Trainers used on us. Naturally, at the end of every session our mouths would become the receptacle for all the semen of the Trainers, sometimes from a silver platter which we would suck and lick clean!

Finally we drank their urine to complete the session.

Our mornings were always spent this way, serving, pleasuring and copulating and always drenched in semen, urine and our own perspiration. We would then have to wash ourselves off as best we could before entering the gymnasium for physical exercises under the harsh tutelage of army instructors who would have us lift heavy weights and do complicated exercises on the balls, in order to increase our stamina and strength - both of which we would need much of in the years to come!

We had to shower quickly before our Molonian goulash lunch knowing that there was even harder training to follow in the long afternoons. The "training showers" were designed to be too small, so we had to rush and work together to get clean - cleanliness being another essential trait of a Royal Harem chattel.

Straight after lunch, and an ablutions break, we were taken to flogging chambers. It was essential that we could withstand whippings with different instruments for long periods of time, as the Crown Princesses especially enjoyed using chattels in this way (it also meant, as I was to experience, that if we were ever punished the floggings would be extremely hard as our own levels of pain tolerance were so very high).

We were flogged in many different ways, our necks tied to the floor with rough hemp with our arms stretched above us or we might spend 20 minutes hanging from the ceilings as our bottoms were whipped with leather single tails...

We might be tied and splayed to a wooden frame for one of the very fierce female Trainers to beat us, after telling us exactly where she would hit us and how, so as to make us ever so nervous waiting for the first painful sting from her whip.

Another 20 minutes might see us simply bent over and bound to a wooden block, our bottoms on full display for a caning...and, if we were making too much noise, often gagged and drooling.

Finally our mouths would be used and our faces slapped for five long minutes by the male Trainers until we were finally allowed to wash ourselves once more and apply special soothing cream to each others welts.

Next, still sore and always tired, we were immediately in a bondage and flexibility session. Our flexibility was forever being improved and tested, the Trainers (with a nurse present) would now twist us into ever more complicated positions, stretching our limbs, and tying us tightly to expose our holes and maintain the stretch. As we did our best to endure these positions our vaginas, bottoms and breasts would always be slapped, penetrated or pinched - because every thing we were being trained to do must involve sexual elements...

Goodness...it was awful, but taught us immediate obedience...

There then followed another orgy session of two hours before our long awaited dinner time. Having once again served many men, had our faces filled with penises as we were held in place and swallowed many loads of semen we were all starving hungry for our food!

But now, in this hardest of months we had one more task before being released to eat; we had to worship the bottoms of the male Trainers who had just used us. We would push our tongues into their sphincters as they rolled back for us on the couches the training rooms, or even surrounded us with their hot, sweaty backsides so we had to constantly move from one to another...or have us kneel and lick them from behind...

But in whatever position they were we were expected to do this very enthusiastically as it would get us used to the sweat and rancid taste of the Grand Dukes and Duchesses we would be serving like this... our tongues sob very often inside their bottom-holes!

I was never keen doing this, but as chattels we simply obey... and soon get used to it!

For this was to be our lives!

(With lots of lovely illustrations and more - https://tatyanas-story.blogspot.com/2019/10/third-month-orgies-and-flogging-in.html)