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their waists to enable them to gain friction on the toy. Leaning back, their arms spread out behind them for support, they commenced to grind their hips in syncopation, fucking each other’s cunts. Stoner watched as the women’s heat began to build. They were forbidden to hold back their passion. Stoner’s native major domo, Jeremiah, trained his master’s slaves to the height of sexual responsiveness. The alternative was a session with the whip, an instrument that Jeremiah was a master at wielding.
    While watching the passionate display of his two wives, Stoner beckoned his third wife, Mary, to rub his cock with her large, billowing breasts. An Irish lass with reddish brown hair, Mary had been Stoner’s prisoner the second longest. Her ample pulchritude had preserved her when Stoner had purchased Cheryl, forcing him to divest a wife. He had chosen a slight, flaxen haired American, Sarah, as the one to go. She was now serving as a whore in Stoner’s high class whorehouse in the capital, servicing nightly the cream of the Katango ruling class.
    Mary pressed her breasts around Stoner’s rigid cock, pleasuring it. As its reddened head peaked above the mountains of her breasts, she sucked the tip with her flush and pouty Irish lips. Stoner moaned with delight as the hot mouth received his thrusts. He was waiting, holding himself back until the bucking females on the floor before him reached their own crises. He had made a little contest. The one who came last would be beaten. And God help them if they faked it. Jeremiah, who was closely watching his charges, would be the judge of the authenticity of their climaxes.
    Justine and Cheryl thrust at each other in earnest. As co-wives, they shared the same daily torment and fear, and had tender sympathies for each other’s plight. But neither of them wanted to feel Stoner’s vicious lash tonight. And so they stared into each other’s eyes, assessing each other’s arousal, focusing their lusts on the thick, hard device, which plunged in and out of their moist slits.
    Cheryl began to moan first, her passion building slowly. Her passionate sounds excited Justine’s lust, and the blond woman struggled to ignite the rising heat in her loins. Faster and faster the women rocked against each other on the floor. Their bodies shimmered with perspiration; their nipples were taut with excitement. Stoner’s heat was rising too as he watched the nubile bodies pound against each other, breasts jumping and swaying.
    It was Justine, who crested first, arching her back, jamming as much as she could of the plastic phallus into her cunt. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Pleasure and relief, for she knew who had won and who had lost. Cheryl, the focus of most of Stoner’s recent brutalities, was just a few seconds behind her. She groaned with lust and fear as her pussy began to throb, a tingling spreading throughout her body. She cried out as her orgasm overcame her.
    While the women moaned and gyrated in their pleasure, Stoner shot his hot, sticky discharge into Mary’s face. Mary presented it as a ready target as spurt after spurt of Stoner’s jism struck her eyes, her nose and her mouth. She held her mouth open so that she could absorb her lord’s cum. When Stoner had shot his load, he pushed Mary to the floor.
    By now, Cheryl knew that it was useless to protest against her upcoming beating. Mercy was not one of Stoner’s qualities. She awaited instructions before daring to pull the plastic penis from her gently throbbing pussy. Justine looked at her with pity. Cheryl just bit her lip.
    Stoner took a drink from his scotch glass and motioned to Jeremiah. “Send them to my room and string that dumb cunt up,” he said, pointing at Cheryl. “I want that one’s mouth ready for my cock,” he continued, indicating Justine. “And take Molly here up to the dormitory.”
    Molly was his pet name for Mary. Stoner sometimes had trouble