Future of Porn

The sun was beginning to set, the ocean’s evening tidal wakes’ roar had turned to a low grumble as they rode upon the beaches in Cancun, Mexico. A few hot and spicy parties were still blazing the beach front, most of the partiers were on spring break.

Brittany and her friends were also on their spring break; they had picked the beautiful beaches of Cancun to make the most of their time off. The twins, Danielle and Trishelle were busy living it up at some hot spots while Brittany and Kristen took themselves away from the parties and just strolled along the beach. Feeling the cool sand between their toes, and the nice ocean breeze against their bodies they were unaware of the camera crew following them on the beach.

Brittany had on a mid-sized green bikini decorated with a small blue triangular pattern strewn across the fabric. Her enormous 38F orbs exploded over the tops, the sides, and even underneath of her small bikini. The triangular patches just covered her nipples and areolas. The bottom part of her bikini had the same color and pattern on it. Her pale rounded butt cheeks were clearly visible, as the bikini sliced up the middle of her ass. She had a silk skirt wrapped around her waist, which covered her bikini bottom.

Kristen’s bikini was solid red, and she also wore a silk skirt around her waist. Her 36D created an excellent cleavage.

“Excuse us girls! My name is Artie Sutherland and I’m a host of the Girls Gone Wild Series and I must say, I’ve never seen girls with such big and beautiful breasts before. Especially yours ma’am. You’re practically falling out of your bikini top there. As Paris Hilton would say, that’s hot,” the host said, with his eyes glued to Brittany’s overfilled bikini top.

“Thank you. I think?” Brittany said uncertain.

“Well I’m sure you girls know how Girls Gone Wild works. The crew and I were wondering if you girls wouldn’t mind baring your lovely breasts to our cameras. It would make millions of men around the world very happy?” Artie requested.

“I don’t know. I’m kind of shy about my body,” Kristen responded, as she folded her arms across her chest.

“We don’t normally do this. But we really want to see your breasts. So I’m willing to pay both of you $200. How does that sound to you?” Artie smirched.

“I really don’t need the money. My parents are loaded. But I’ll show you my tits for free,” Brittany said.

“Get ready men,” Artie bellowed to his camera crew.

Brittany pulled the triangular patches off the centers of her massive, creamy breasts, baring them for the cameras.

“Oh god!” Artie gasped. “Those are some fucking big ass titties.”

Brittany raised her arms into the air and let her gigantic tits hang down and swayed gently with her breathing. Britt’s nipples had become aroused from the cool blowing of the breeze.

“Those are some nice, large nipples you have… What’s your name?” Artie had paused his sentence to ask Brittany.

“Brittany. And that’s Kristen.”

“Very sexy name Brittany. How big are those monsters?” Artie asked, still in disbelief over Brittany’s breasts.

“I used to be an E cup. Now I’m around 38F,” Brittany responded.

“DAMN! I didn’t know breasts could exist in that size without getting implanted with silicone, and from what I can see, you haven’t had any surgery to those large puppies,” Artie exclaimed.

Brittany giggled a little bit and caused her enormous mounds to jiggle and wobble slightly.

“Can you do any tricks with those breasts like make them dance and swing them from side to side? The audience would love to see that. Fake boobs can’t swing like the real deal?” Artie requested.

Brittany cupped her huge tits and squeezed them. She captured her hard thick nipples between two fingers and rubbed them, stretching her nipples outwards, dragging the massive flesh pillows on her chest out with her hands in the process. Brittany then cupped her huge breasts again and bounced them in her palms. Artie and the Girls Gone Wild crew couldn’t believe their eyes as they saw her enormous boobs bouncing in Brittany’s small hands. Brittany’s tits bounced up and hit her chin and nearly her entire face. Brittany stopped bouncing her beauties and bent over. Her mammoth jugs drooped down and formed a cavernous tunnel in her cleavage, one that could fit two to three cocks at the same time. Brittany then shifted her body from side to side and swung her enormous breasts back and forth like a pendulum.

Artie and the crew felt their cocks ready to burst through their pants crotches. Brittany grabbed her breasts from the bottom and slapped them together. The two flesh mounds hit together making loud slapping noises, similar thighs slapping together during passionate fucking.

“Ohhhh, Brittany, that was fantastic! What other tricks can you do? Can you suck your own nipples?” Artie queried.

“Sure,” Brittany responded, as she stood up and cupped her huge tits, giving them a squeeze.

Brittany held her right massive melon up to her mouth and captured her big pink nipple between her lips. She took great pleasure sucking her long and hard on nipple. Then she slowly vacuumed some breasts flesh between her lips. Brittany dropped her right breasts and repeated her performance on her left one.

Artie rubbed his crotch as he tried to stay focused on Brittany. The cameras were zoomed up close to her mouth, which was full of her own tit flesh. Brittany pushed both of her breasts together close to her mouth and slowly caressed and licked at both nipples with her tongue. Brittany moaned and felt her pussy moistening. She made one giant nipple and sucked it up between her lips. Brittany slurped and sucked both her nipples while her hands kneaded her breasts.

Kristen watched in awe. She grew very aroused watching Brittany’s self-sucking performance.

“Wow Britt! You can feed an entire army with those cans,” teased Trishelle, as Danielle and her walked over.

“Wow! More hot honeys,” said a cheerful Artie.

Brittany dropped her huge tits and welcomed Trishelle and Danielle. She introduced the twins to Artie and vice versa.

“Four lovely beauties and only one me,” Artie joked.

“We wouldn’t mind being apart of Girls Gone Wild because we are wild,” both Trishelle and Danielle said at the same time.

The twins ripped off their bikini tops, baring their massive Double D’s to the cameras. The twins jiggled and bounced their big tits for the cameras. Brittany joined them and the camera crew was now filming three pairs of enormous jiggling and flopping breasts, truly any man’s fantasy.

“Come on Kristen, stop being such a dork and show the nice men your ta’ ta’s,” Trishelle teased.

Kristen thought about it but just as quickly ripped off her top. Her 34D trembled out in all their glory. Kristen ran over to the others, making her big tits bounce and flop in a swaying motion.

The four best friends were soon grouped together in a circle, bumping asses and breasts for the camera crew. Artie nearly blew his load in his shorts, as he watched the group groping, and wished that he was in the middle of it.

“Men! This is some of the hottest action I’ve ever seen on Girls Gone Wild. Let’s see if we can’t get these big tited sluts to perform for us in our hotel room,” Artie plotted.

Artie approached the girls as they were laughing and giggling, having a good time to themselves.

“Excuse me baby dolls? But I wondered if you girls would be interested in coming back to our hotel room, to do a little something special for our audience?” Artie asked. “I’ll pay all of you for a one-night experience on Girls Gone Wild: The Extremely XXX-Rated Version. What do you say?”

“Depends on what the experience is?” Brittany questioned.

The camera crew followed Artie and the girls to the hotel. Artie gave the girls some Girls Gone Wild t-shirts, to sport over their massive breasts. Brittany’s t-shirt was more of a belly shirt. The shirt hung barely over the bottoms of her creamy and ample orbs.

Once at the hotel, Artie took the girls and camera crew up to the hotel room.

“You girls make yourselves comfortable. I’ll be back with my surprise,” Artie said, as he left the room.

“Wonder what the surprise could be?” asked Danielle.

“Hope it’s not our parents and we’re on that stupid television show called One Bad Trip on MTV,” suggested Trishelle.

Artie came back to the room, followed by a handsome, muscular frat looking guy.

“Girls! This is Ray. Ray, these are the girls I told you about. Brittany is the one with the 38F cups. Obviously you can see that. These are the twins, Trishelle and Danielle, and that cupcake over there is Kristen,” Artie introduced everyone.

“Hi Ray,” the girls all said together.

“He’s hot,” said Danielle. “I hope we get to see more of him.”

“I had hoped for the same results,” said Artie. “Ray is a huge fan of Girls Gone Wild and we immediately flew him down here to see you four hotties. Ray’s biggest fantasy is to have a group of busty women fuck and suck him like no tomorrow. Would you girls be interested into fulfilling Ray’s fantasy. Money is no object. The creator of Girls Gone Wild is ready to push out half a mil just to see this go down.”

“Gees! If the creator wanted it that bad, he should have just asked us. Ray’s cute and he looks to be all man,” Trishelle responded, as she licked her lips at Ray.

Ray blushed as he smiled back. Danielle and Trishelle each took one of Ray’s hands and walked him over to the bed. They sat him down and pulled his shirt up over his head. Trishelle ripped his tank top apart, exposing his huge biceps and six pack abs. Danielle had worked his shoes off and unbuttoned his jeans. Both twins pulled down his jeans and slipped them off his sock-covered big feet.

“Wow!” gasped Danielle, as Ray’s throbbing cock made a dent in his boxers.

Trishelle slipped her hands inside the slit of Ray’s boxers and pulled out his big, hard, white dick.

“Ohhh! This thing looks very juicy,” Trishelle moaned.

Danielle was on one side of Ray, while Trishelle was on the other side. The twins flopped their big shirt-clad breasts onto his legs and thighs so they could get their mouths on his cock.

“Mmmmm!” moaned Danielle, as her mouth suckled along one of the ridged sides of Ray’s shaft.

Trishelle tongue licked the other side of Ray’s big cock. Ray just fell backwards and rested on his elbows as the busty twins played with his manhood.

Brittany and Kristen watched from behind the cameras, waiting to jump in when Artie gave them the signal.

Danielle engulfed Ray’s cockhead between her lips, slowly suckling it and tracing her tongue around the edges of his cockhead. Trishelle, meanwhile, worked Ray’s heavy balls with her mouth and tongue, bouncing his balls off her tongue and lapping around his big nut sack. She then sucked one ball into her mouth, and then expelled it with a loud popping sound. She repeated the process with his other ball, and kept switching balls.

The room was soon filled with Ray’s moaning and the twins sucking and slurping. Artie was suitably impressed. His cock was rock-hard and he wished to be in Ray’s place. As host, Artie wasn’t allowed to participate in any sexual activities with any of the women he filmed.

Ray’s hands traveled down Danielle’s shirt and pulled out both of her large tanned 34DD’s. He ran his thumbs over her nipples and felt them become rock-hard at his touch. Trishelle sat up and pulled her shirt over her head. Her huge 36DD’s trembled out, with her nipples just as hard. She kicked off her sandals and pulled down her black tight-fitting shorts. She stood on the bed on her knees, just in her black thong.

Trishelle moved up to Ray’s head and cradled his head between her big titties. Ray kissed and sucked every inch of Trishelle’s ample melons. He squeezed and kneaded them in his hands, while he focused as much as he could of her breasts between his lips. Trishelle moaned and moved her hands up and down Ray’s hard body. She grabbed his cock and held it for Danielle, as she pushed her mouth further down his meaty shaft.

Brittany was turned on very much and couldn’t wait any longer. She bunched her T-shirt up to her neck, freeing her massive udders. She kneeled in front of Ray and parted his legs, placing one on top of the bed and the other on the floor. Brittany kissed and sucked on his creamy thighs. Brittany smelt the musty aroma on his sweaty balls and immediately attacked them with her tongue. She licked and caressed with big balls.

Ray moaned and groaned louder with his head still between Trishelle’s saliva-glistened breasts. Danielle deep throated Ray’s dick. Her lips were planted at the base of his cock. Brittany’s lips soon joined Danielle’s lips at the core of his genitals. Brittany sucked up both of his sweaty balls in one swoop inside her mouth and sucked hard on them, using her tongue to tickle his meaty balls.

“God! You can’t even see his fucking dick and balls anymore,” gasped Artie. “These girls must have a lot of experience with sucking dick. I know if I was Ray, I would be cumming right about now.”

Ray tried to fight off his load but knew he had to release it soon. Both Brittany and Danielle lifted their mouths off his slobbery genitals.

“Give him a titfuck Brittany,” urged Danielle.

Brittany smiled at Danielle as she lifted both of her enormous F cups onto Ray’s sweaty thighs. His hard throbbing cock was nested perfectly between her mountainous orbs. Brittany started jiggling her huge tits up and down Ray’s wet cock. Ray sucked down hard on one of Trishelle’s big titties. Ray tried to overcome the urge to spray his load on Brittany’s chest. Ray’s cock had completely disappeared between Brittany’s melons.

“Ohhhh! You like that Ray? Don’t you?” teased Danielle, as she suckled Ray’s hardened nipples.

Brittany gave Ray one of the best titfucking she has ever done. She bounced and wobbled her massive jugs all over his crotch. She squeezed her pillowy jugs tightly around his pulsing tool. Brittany enjoyed the feel of Ray’s hard cock between her soft breasts; she soon released Ray’s cock from her cleavage and started running her big nipples up and down his shaft, poking and probing his wet balls with her nipples, while she sucked on his throbbing cockhead. Brittany put one of her fat nipples against Ray’s peehole and started fucking it. Ray’s pre-cum oozed out onto Brittany’s nipple. Brittany flopped her enormous knockers back around Ray’s cock and resumed her titfucking with rapid pace.

“Ohhhhhh GOD! I’m cumming!” moaned Ray, with his head squished between Trishelle and Danielle’s huge boobs.

Ray’s cock erupted between Brittany’s breasts. Her entire cleavage was drenched in Ray’s hot thick spunk. Some of his gooey cum spurted up around Brittany’s chin and neck, leaving her with a pearl necklace.

“Damn! That dude is dead,” said Artie, as he was amazed by the performance.

Kristen grabbed Ray’s limp cock and sucked all up the sticky cum that gushed out onto his cock.

“Don’t worry ladies. We’re not done yet. Gentlemen!” Artie called out and two more college studs entered the room.

One of them was a tall, muscular African male with thick braids. The other college stud was a kind of short, Latino male. Bald and pretty built underneath his clothing.

“Their names are Brad and Cory. Try not to make these guys cum so early,” Artie joked.

“We won’t,” replied Danielle.

The girls paired off into twos. Trishelle and Kristen started to undress the black guy named Cory, while Brittany and Danielle worked over Brad, the Latino guy. The girls also stripped out of their shorts and thongs.

“CHRIST! This guy is huge,” gasped Kristen, as she got her first peek at Cory’s enormously thick cock with giant plum-sized balls darling from it.

“Just how I like it,” Trishelle said pleased.

“Brad is nothing to sneeze at as well,” commented Brittany, as she gripped the Latino guy’s thick long cock between her fingers. “I can barely grip his cock in my hand.”

All four busty divas had their lips sliding up and down the men’s cocks. Trishelle and Kristen had a tongue battle against Cory’s massive cockhead. Brittany and Danielle each had a side of Brad’s meat between their lips. Slurping and sucking along his ridged tool.

Artie made sure the camera crew was getting all the action. Both groups had two sets of camera zooming in on them. The camera’s zoomed up onto the double blowjob sessions. Kristen and Trishelle each had one of Cory’s giant testicles in their mouths. They bathed his testicles in their saliva and licked every inch of his hanging nuts.

Danielle worked over Brad’s big balls, suckling first one and then the other orb into her mouth. She released them with loud popping sounds and watched them bob and bounce covered in her saliva. Brittany bobbed her head up and down Brad’s crotch. She took in as much of his long hot cock as she could. Brittany’s face brushed up against Brad’s thick pubic hair.

Brad grabbed the back of Brittany’s head and began lifting his ass up off the bed, plunging his meaty dick deeper down her throat. His balls were bouncing inside Danielle’s mouth and she loved the feel of them hitting the roof of her mouth and back down against her wet tongue.

Brad released one of his hands off Brittany’s head and reached down and squeezed one of Brittany’s giant bobbing tits.

“God! I’ve never felt a tit this big before,” moaned Brad, as he moved his hand over every square inch of Britt’s soft, creamy, pillowy tit flesh. Her breast was too massive for Brad to keep in his hands as it flopped underneath Brittany while she bobbed her head deeper into his crotch.

Cory was having a ball in his own rights. He pulled Trishelle’s hair up while he thrust his massive organ between her lips. His huge wet balls slapped off her cheeks and chin. Trishelle’s face became beet red as Cory drilled her mouth non-stop, as he savagely fucked her face.

Kristen had positioned her back away from Trishelle and lowered her wet cunt onto Cory’s face. Her juices poured down his face and Cory could smell her sweet snatch and felt her small hairy patch against his nose. The black man rolled his large tongue against Kristen’s swollen labia. Cory increased his licking on Kristen’s clitoris, making Kristen moan with excitement and pleasure. Kristen grinded her sweet womb against Cory’s famished mouth.

Trishelle had her huge Double D’s resting on Cory’s thigh, with her face buried in his hairy crotch and her mouth stuffed with his giant cock. He held Trishelle’s head between his thighs for a couple of seconds. He heard her gagging and choking around his cock. A massive river of saliva poured out from Trishelle’s mouth and flowed down Cory’s huge balls.

A cameraman zoomed up close to Trishelle’s sweaty and flushed face. Cory’s big dick was completely engulfed by Trishelle. Her lips were firmly squished against Cory’s huge saliva-drenched balls.

“God, this is some good fucking shit,” moaned Artie. “We need more sluts like this in our films.”

Meanwhile, Brad had Danielle riding his cock. Danielle had her bare feet planted on top of Brad’s thighs, while his cock thrusted in and out of her soaked cunt. Brittany buried her face between Brad and Danielle’s grinding crotches. She suckled Brad’s bouncing balls and occasionally licked at the bottom of Danielle’s cock-filled cunt.

“Ohhhhhh FUCK! OH yeah! Oh, oh, oh GOD! Fuck me! Mmmm. Your big dick feels so…GOOD!” cried Danielle.

Danielle gripped Brad’s shoulders and leaned forward, making her big tits flop and jiggle in his face. Brad continued to pound her pussy with intensity while he sucked on her big breasts. He scooped up one massive tit between his lips and sucked on it for all he’s worth. He alternated between her tits and sucked them until her nipples were bright red and tender.

Brad thrust Danielle’s pussy so fast that his cock flopped out and slapped Brittany in the face.

Seeing that her mind was resolute upon our course of action, and no longer feeling any desire to thwart her plans, now nullified by her calming gesture, I allowed her to guide me slowly down into the mysterious netherworld of semi-darkness as the cries of myriad unhappy souls welled up from beneath us, their groans becoming louder with each tortuous step. I noticed that the stairs had become small and irregular, having been hewn from out of the rock itself. We had to walk slowly and cautiously, lest we lose our footing and fall headfirst into the incipient void.

As we approached the bottom of the stairwell, we were greeted with a gust of fetid air that, despite its warmness, sent a chill up my spine. And then, as I looked upward into the dim mist surrounding us with my mouth agape, the sound I expected to come out of it never arrived, and I stood transfixed at what my senses told me could not exist in the layers of earth beneath the looming, resplendent structure that sat directly above it.

We were standing at the entrance of an immense cavern, the depth and breadth of which extended beyond what my impaired vision could calculate. But what I could see of it made me think of the expansive vistas of the Sahara Desert superimposed upon a landscape of red, indigenous rock whose massive stalactites and stalagmites rose effortlessly from both the floor and roof of the cavern, forming an imposing patchwork of glacial-like pillars that seemed to extend into infinity. And in the midst of several of these giant pillars, encircled as it was like some mock oasis, stood a pool of stagnant, white effluence, whose composition I could not detect from mere observation, and whose surface was broken by an occasional bubble forced upward from it’s boiling interior, sending thin wisps of steam rising up from its surface.

“Come, let us take a closer look,” Yvette said, as she took my hand and led me toward the seething pool.

“It smells horrible,” I said, reluctant to move any closer. “You go.”

“You must experience this yourself,” she said, seemingly impervious to the repellent odor. “Otherwise our journey is for naught.”

Without waiting for any further word from me, she gripped my hand hard and pulled me reluctantly toward the foul-smelling lagoon.

Because I had been so awestruck by my surroundings, I had failed to notice that the wailing voices, which had recently effected a most hideous din, had all but stopped, and that we were now looking down into the murky liquid while an almost obscene silence loomed all around us. Yvette didn’t seem the least perturbed by it, but the sudden realization of it made me turn to her with fear.

“It’s so quiet now,” I said. “Did the people run away?”

She shook her head. “They are still here.”

“Where? I don’t see them.”

“You must remember that you are seeing only a glimpse of the future. Time and space are always in constant flux. Be patient.”

I was just about to question her further when we were suddenly engulfed by a tremendous blast of air: a bitingly cold maelstrom that broke over our heads like an all-consuming wave, forcing us back into one of the nearby stalagmites. The gale-like winds pressed against us unremittingly, and within this mysterious vortex I began to discern forms and shapes of things that were not readily describable, and which faded out of view as quickly as they appeared.

“What’s happening?” I cried as my hand clutched her arm for support.

“They are coming. Hold on to me and do not let go.”

I watched in horror as Yvette’s long, auburn hair was violently whipped about in the hurricane-force winds, and pressed my body close to hers, unwilling to jeopardize our tentative physical connection.

And then the wailing began. At first it was very soft, almost plaintive, but with each passing moment the cries of agony grew louder until it drowned out even the awful fury of the pernicious storm.

“Look!” Yvette exclaimed, pointing toward a shifting mass of color not more than ten feet away.

I watched in complete astonishment as the form whirled around and around like some obsessed whirligig, arcs of light emanating from what I supposed constituted its main body, and apertures forming around it that resembled something like human extremities shooting our from these very same holes, all born of the surrounding winds. And then, suddenly, the air grew calm, and what were moments before only indistinct, unformed images, became the mouths, eyes, ears, heads, and bodies of hundreds of men and women, some beautiful, some hideous, but all actively engaged in some clandestine enterprise known only to them.

“Can they see us?” I asked anxiously, still gripping my guide’s arm for dear life.

“No. To them we are nothing more than a passing shadow.”

“All the men are naked.”

“Of course. This is the Masturbatorium after all.”

As the winds died down, I released my hold on Yvette and she once again led me to the murky pool, which was now surrounded by a group of 100 or so naked men who stood like sentinels around its periphery. The liquid seemed to boil more energetically than it did before, and the steam rose from its surface in great clouds that lingered over the landscape like a great mist.

“What is this?” I asked, looking from man to man. “What are they doing?”

“Watch.”

I allowed my eyes to follow her gaze, which was directed toward the center of the effluence. The viscous substance that bubbled and churned so ferociously, and which seemed to coagulate into giant, whitish globs that occasionally spit upwards like a mini geyser, reminded me of tapioca that had remained too long on the stove. But as the milky fluid began to spill over onto the edges of the pool, I soon came to a horrible realization.

“Don’t tell me that stuff is…”

“Yes,” Yvette said, watching the men trying to evade the intermittent wash of white. “This is the sperm pool.”

A group of women now made their way toward the overflowing semen, apparently unaware of our presence, and proceeded to instruct the men to masturbate themselves. I counted over 60 women in all, representing a wide spectrum of ages and body types. None of them wore the black robes of the Sisterhood, nor even casual dress, but instead were outfitted in the most garish leather or vinyl pants and blouse, often festooned with odd-looking metallic accessories of which even the most demanding dominatrix might approve. A few of the more aggressive-looking women held whips in their hands, their eyes intent on doing some mischief. Some of the women looked young, about my own age, and some were quite old, even ancient looking. Most of them were more or less attractive—a few were even beautiful, but some were downright hideous, their faces deformed by some unknown demonic agency that was reflected in their inchoate stares. I felt no hint of warmth or pity from any of them, but rather a cold and calculating intelligence that seemed to permeate the group’s collective mind.

“Shoot all of it into the pool and don’t miss a drop, otherwise you’ll be flogged,” said a very tall, imposing woman with jet-black hair that fell down to her waist.

To emphasize her point, she took the whip that she held in her hands and flicked it sharply over the back of one of the men, causing him cry out in pain.

“Now!” she commanded.

In an instant all the men fell to masturbating themselves under the watchful eyes of the women. The men, like their tormentors, represented a diverse age group, and were dissimilar in body type and attractiveness. All of them however, possessed very large penises and testicles.

“Why are they doing this?” I asked Yvette, as the men rapidly jerked their cocks, some of them groaning with lust, others groaning in pain, as an occasional lash fell across their backs in an effort to induce them to stroke harder.

“It is a form of punishment the Sisterhood inflicts upon those who bear false witness against them,” she replied.

“Punishment? It looks like they’re enjoying themselves.”

She frowned. “They will not be enjoying themselves for long. Watch and see.”

Those women who were holding the whips walked in between the rows of men, checking to make sure that each masturbator was performing the task correctly. The slightest hesitation was greeted with a lash across the back or the buttocks. The more apathetic among them felt the lash several times, and these men cried out in agony as thin rivulets of blood poured forth from their open wounds. I took pity upon these men, whom I hated to see so cruelly treated.

“Can’t you do anything to stop this?” I asked.

“One can not change the future. One can only change the present in the hopes of changing the future.”

“Are all of those men guilty of crimes against the Sisterhood?”

“Some of them are, but not all. Some are merely being taught to fear the Sisterhood by way of example.”

“To keep them under control?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t they fight back?”

“Some of them do. But most succumb to the Sisterhood’s mental programming methods and, of course, physical punishment.”

Soon the cavern was echoing with the mixed sounds of pleasure and pain as the 100 or so erect penises began to approach orgasm. The whipping ceased after a time when it became obvious that the men would rather obey orders than suffer the lash. One hundred hands flew up and down their respective shafts; like well-oiled pistons they coaxed and teased with machine-like precision, unrelenting in their efficacy.

“You!” shouted a blonde woman with a whip to the man next to her. “Hold that thing down,” she said indicating his penis, “and aim the spurts into the pool, or else I’ll flay you alive!”

The man immediately did as he was told, a look of utter fear upon his face.

Realizing that the men’s orgasms were imminent, the women moved closer to their subjects, teasing and taunting them mercilessly as the masturbatory frenzy continued. Some of the women took it upon themselves to actually fondle the men’s genitals, hoping to hurry along the process.

The sight of so many men masturbating themselves at one time was extremely erotic, even if utterly perverse. But what was even more exemplary was the way in which this eroticism affected the women themselves. Knowing they had accomplished their task, the women began to relax a little and allowed themselves to enjoy the spectacle without further recourse for punitive action. I, myself, was captivated from watching so many huge penises being stroked up and down at lighting speed until the crystal clear liquid began to drip from the little slit atop the head of the penis onto the men’s hands and shafts. I know this must have stimulated the women too because a few of them decided to replace some of the men’s hands with their own, furiously pulling on the huge organs while trading jokes with their compatriots. Throughout all this, Yvette remained impassive, displaying neither amusement or distaste for what I considered an entirely unprecedented spectacle.

“They are going to ejaculate any second now,” Yvette said without removing her eyes from the scene. “Watch closely.”

There was no other place to look. I had now become so turned on by this display of masculine prurience that I could hardly wait to see the barrage of ejaculations I knew were now on their way.

“I love to watch a guy cum,” I said aloud, thinking about the way I had forced multiple orgasms out of Delvin’s huge cock the year before.

“Do you?” Yvette smiled, watching as my face turned crimson. “So do I.”

“You do?” I asked, surprised.

“Most certainly. I have masturbated many men to climax.”

Suddenly several of the men let out huge groans all at once.

“Look!” Yvette said. “There they go!”

No sooner had she finished speaking than several enormous jets of sperm flew up and into the air high above the crowd, climbing effortlessly skyward in a 90-degree trajectory toward the center of the milky-white pool. As these first few spurts landed into the murky mixture, other cocks began to explode, sending their hot, creamy contents flying full speed to meet head on with other of their fellow victim’s contributions. It was quite an impressive display of ejaculatory prowess as dozens of salvos of cum splashed into each other midway on their journey into the steaming pool. The women were delighted to see so many cocks climax at one time, their humiliating laughter serving to enervate, rather than detract, from the men’s explosive orgasms.

“That’s right,” said the woman with the jet-black hair. “Get it all into the pool you miserable bastards! I want to see every cock completely drained!”

She walked around and in between the men, making sure that all the sperm was landing in the pool. At times she would allow her hand to tug on the men’s scrotums, or simply run the handle of her whip between someone’s ass cheeks, all the time her face displaying infinite contempt for these naked masturbators. Other women fondled the men as well, often insulting them to their faces, calling them “pieces of shit,” or “pathetic assholes,” even as they were in the throes of orgasm.

“Keep stroking!” another woman with short brown hair commanded, finding one man still unable to climax. “Work it harder! Harder!”

The man, a small, wiry, dark-skinned submissive with a huge penis, did as he was ordered and soon sent an amazing supply of sticky semen shooting across the surface of the pool. This was followed by six or seven more violent bursts, some of which collided with other volleys of sperm, creating droplets of white effluence that bounced and danced in the air before the eyes of the amused women.

“I love this!” the woman with the short brown hair laughed as she watched the little man’s hand ferociously pull on his penis, sending yet another long jet of semen sailing into the pool.

“Men are such wretched pigs,” a girl not much older than myself complained.

“Fucking wankers!” said another girl about the same age.

I watched as she went around from man to man, smacking their asses with her open palm even as the cum shot out in streams from their collective cocks.

When the last cock had finished delivering its creamy contribution to the mix, the woman with the jet-black hair ordered the men to remain where they were. The pool was now looking more milky white than ever before.

“What’s going on?” I asked Yvette.

“Listen.”

The woman with the jet-black hair now addressed the men with a voice laden with contempt.

“You pathetic creatures don’t deserve to be called ‘men’,” she said with a smirk. “But your paltry contribution to the sperm pool will have to suffice.” She called to one of her associates, a blonde girl of nineteen or twenty dressed in tight-fitting black leather pants and blouse. “Are they ready?”

“Yes, Marie, all is in order,” the girl replied, barely able to suppress a laugh.

“Tell them to bring it out.”

The young girl disappeared behind a massive rock formation that appeared to form the entrance to another smaller area, and for a short time it was quiet within the cave. Then Marie spoke up again.

“Although, as of yet, none of you miserable pieces of excrement has actually committed a crime against the Sisterhood, we deem it fitting that every so often those who have disobeyed our rules be punished by example. What you will witness here today need not happen to you, “if” you remain obedient.”

Some of the women laughed as she finished her sentence, turning their attention to the creaking sound coming from behind them. I could see nothing at first, but the loud, scraping noise reminded me of something heavy and metallic being pulled along the surface of the stone floor with a slow, deliberate motion.

“What’s that sound?”

“I don’t know,” my companion admitted dourly.

We didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

From out of the mouth of the cave, two rows of naked men, ten on each side, came walking out holding a massive rope in their hands, their bodies straining and drenched in sweat. Behind them a huge metal tower standing almost thirty feet in height was towed along with great effort: a framework of metal beams that supported a central lever that could be lowered or elevated by means of a control panel attached to the lower section of the tower. The lever itself was about fifteen feet in length and jutted out from the middle of the device at a 45-degree angle. Fastened to its end was a small chair in which a naked and terrified man sat.

When the women saw the man’s horrified expression they burst into gales of laughter, as each step brought him and the terrible device closer to the edge of the pool. The other men were ordered to make way for the new arrival as the machine was placed in a pre-selected position wherein the metal struts at the base could be locked into position in the stone floor. Having secured the device, the men who towed the machine were instructed to join the other men milling around the pool.

“Look at him cringing like a dog!” Marie said, addressing the man in the chair.

The men remained silent, observing their counterpart with nervous anticipation.

The hapless man’s hands and feet were secured with ropes to the metal frame of the chair, and his entire head was held in place by a assembly of leather straps than ran under his neck, chin, and forehead and fastened to the back of the chair. He called out to Marie in a loud voice, begging to be forgiven for his disobedience. But she, like all the other Sisters, was indifferent to his pleas.

“The more you call out,” she told him, “the lengthier the punishment.”

He made one, last, vain attempt for mercy, but sensing the intractability of his tormentor he fell silent, as the raucous cheers of the women rose to a deafening roar. He struggled with his bonds but to no avail. Beneath him loomed the lake of viscous, white effluvia—now seething and bubbling more violently than before, a terrible concoction of years and years of accumulated sperm heated to a hateful temperature. The thought of what was about to occur filled my mind with revulsion.

“I really don’t want to see this,” I said to Yvette as I turned my head away.

“You must see it,” she said firmly. “You must bear witness to these crimes and remember.”

As the jeers of the women began to subside, Marie ordered one of her associates to stand next to the control panel. Once this was done, Marie then addressed the man in the chair.

“You are being punished because you disobeyed a direct order from one of the Sisters. Disobedience cannot be tolerated. However, as this is your first offence, the punishment will be lenient. Let this serve as a reminder to the rest of you,” she said turning to the group of men assembled near the pool, “that the same fate awaits you should you be found guilty of insubordination.”

“Dunk him! Dunk him!” one of the older women shouted.

Soon the entire Sisterhood took up the chant as Marie directed her associate to press the button that would lower the lever down into the murky slime. The associate did as she was told, and with a violent jerk the lever began to descend.

“Teach the bastard a lesson!” I heard someone scream over the din.

“Let him eat cum!” a thin, waspish-looking Sister shouted.

Seeing that the lever was now slowly making its way downward into the pool, the man struggled even harder to free himself from the chair. His face became twisted with fear.

“No! No!” he screamed as the lever made its inexorable descent. “Please! For God’s sake, no!”

His voice could hardly be heard over the thunderous laughter and jeering. The male spectators looked on with a mixture of pity and awe, most trying to look away from the awful sight. The Sisters however were enjoying the spectacle immensely, and taunted the frightened man even more as the lever came to rest on the surface of the pool.