Saved?

A man in front of me drops his pants “Oh I can’t wait to fuck this pig’s throat again!” Sliding his underwear down stepping closer, rubbing his hand along his already hardening shaft “Time to make this pig drink!” Out of instinct I try to close my mouth before I felt his cock slide along the top of my tongue.

About four times I feel movement back and forth before From somewhere behind me

“DID I SAY YOU COULD **** HIM!” A whiz sound followed by a sharp crack then a yelp of pain from the man in front of me

“Release him this instant and pray to god I’m in a forgiving mood!” An oriental woman comes into my peripheral vision, something long, black and coiled in her left hand.

“But Mistress Theron we had this one given to us by fate!” The coiled thing is flicked out giving me an understanding that it is a bullwhip and the lady holding it was very accustomed to using it! Once more the crack followed by a deeper yelp of pain, the man in front of me dropping to his knees, holding his bleeding cock.

“One more outburst from you and you will learn what good a eunuch is in modern society!”

The man doesn’t look up or even attempts to speak as she comes to stand in front of me. A cold stare freezing me to the core “So this is the latest attempt to dethrone us is it?” Running the fingers of her right hand along my jawline “I must say I might have a sue for him before I hand him over to the assembled patreons tonight!”

A shiver travels the entire length of body at hearing that ominous statement “Oh yes I have a use for him!” Looking dead in the eyes “Bring him to my room, immediately!” Turning from me slowly sashaying from the room.

As she leaves the room, holding his cock cries out “That fucking oriental bitch, she’s scarred me for life!” His buddy staying quiet, going about loosening the tension on the chains holding my suspended arms and legs. Finally as my limbs comes into contact with the surface of the table under me the man speaks

“You’re lucky she didn’t whip it off so shut up, get up and help me get him to her room!”

I’m now find myself tied to this table being wheeled through a white hallway to an elevator. The door open, wheeled in and made to watch the numbers climb to nineteen. Wheeled out through another set of hallways, taken to nineteen nineteen and released from the table only to be bound by the chains to a wall in a darkened room.

“Leave us!” from somewhere further in the room. Both men leave Taking the table with them

“Now why don’t we become better acquainted with each other!” More shivers travel my body from the tone of her voice and the touch of her cold hand on my crotch!