Author: Priapus Title: Busting a Nut Part: 3 of 6 Summary: A man is lured out of a strip club to a palatial estate and finds himself the guest of honor at an orgiastic celebration. Keywords: MF, MM, M+F+, Fdom, cbt, fist, rape, tort, nc, snuff, vore Universe: Scythian Sisterhood Busting a Nut Priapus <priapic_wonder@yahoo.com> http://castrisecret.tumblr.com/ Pandora stood and approached the captive man, whispering into his ear as Orion and Joy kissed passionately. “How long has it been since you made love to Joy as Orion will make love to her? Have you ever treated her so tenderly?” John realized he had not, he had never seen her so beautiful, and he had never felt such jealousy. “You must realize now that she is the reason you are here. We worked hard to care for her, to hide your physical abuse. We worked even harder to make her understand her worth as a woman, to restore the humanity that your years of degrading psychological abuse stripped away.” John’s anger turned to fury. He strained at his bonds fitfully, determined to kill as many of them as he could, starting with his lying, cheating bitch of a wife, before they took him down. Pandora only smiled, knowing that the bonds would hold. “Tonight is her rebirth as a free Sister of Scythia. She has sought asylum with us, and we have gladly granted it. As a full citizen of our order, she will be protected forever from evil men like you wherever she chooses to live.” With these words, Pandora ceased her verbal taunting and receded from John’s attention, leaving him nothing to do but watch as the older man made love to his wife. Orion kissed his way between Joy’s legs. In her fifteen years of marriage, and in all her eighteen years before, Joy had never felt the delicate, skilled touch of a man’s tongue and lips on her delicious pussy. Orion’s compassion and expertise quickly brought her to the first orgasm of her night, and the only orgasm she had ever experienced except by her own hand. John had never witnessed the beauty of his wife’s face and body in the throes of ultimate pleasure. Over the course of the next hour, he would watch with a mixture of jealousy, anger and growing fear as his beautiful wife would be brought to peak after peak under the affectionate touch of a caring lover. All the while, Joy never once glanced over at him. Though John hung obscenely naked and grossly displayed at the center of the filled amphitheater, he felt completely isolated and totally alone during her public and passionate lovemaking. Over the course of the next hour, Joy was transformed from a beaten, abused wife into a radiant, powerful woman. As Orion gently lay atop her, coaxing yet another trembling orgasm with his thick, stiff member, she pulled his face close and whispered in his ear, giving him permission to achieve his own climax. In another few strokes, he pressed fully into her and released his copious semen deep within. She whispered again, and when he gave her a questioning look, she nodded confidently. He withdrew his still-hard member and stepped up alongside her at the head of the divan, facing John so that he could witness her selfless act of sensuous gratitude as Joy tenderly cleaned their combined juices from Orion’s cock and balls, and coaxed out the last droplets of salty cum into her open mouth. She rolled away from Orion, toward John, but her gaze went right past him to something or someone beyond. Joy nodded silently and Pandora again stepped forward to John’s ear. “We all thought that it would take more time, and that perhaps it would never happen that Joy would willingly take a man into her most private of entrances after you repeatedly raped her there over the years of your marriage. She’s giving herself willingly to Orion now to show us how much stronger she is, how much more resilient, and how much she wants to see you suffer for your transgressions.” John felt Pandora’s breathy whisper recede behind him. Orion spooned his body against Joy’s. Her eyes briefly closed as she felt his manhood, slick with a generous amount of freshly applied lubricant, press against her forbidden opening. Orion’s cock had diminished somewhat since his own recent orgasm, but it was still rigid enough to penetrate her trembling bottom, but no longer so large as to cause pain or discomfort. Joy’s mouth formed an “oh” of satisfaction as Orion carefully, slowly entered her tight ass. She opened her eyes and for the first time looked directly at John as a smile of vengeful contentment shaped her lips. At that moment, John felt a pressure at the entrance of his own ass. The crowd watched in silence, respectful of the symbolic importance of Joy’s complete control of the ceremonial humiliation of her tormenting former spouse. Pandora pressed the head of the thick, hard metal dildo against the unprotected and vulnerable opening of the dangling captive, waiting for the right moment to impale him mercilessly with its full, unlubricated length. The dildo had been sculpted in the form of John’s own erect cock, and was nearly identical except that it was thicker and longer, widening toward the base, and studded with rings of tiny, sharp metal studs. In careful and delicate fashion, Orion finally pushed into Joy as deeply as he could. He reached around and guided his lover’s fingers to her still wet pussy. Almost as soon as she touched her tender clitoris Joy started to quiver in a deep, quaking orgasm more powerful than any she had felt that night. Her moans of pleasure signaled Pandora, who despite her diminutive size, still possessed the strength necessary to ram the dreadful metal phallus into John’s ass in a single powerful thrust. John writhed in agony, straining at his bonds as his rectum was painfully widened by the unyielding instrument, and his insides torn by the vicious metal studs. Pandora showed no mercy, in the same way John had not shown mercy when he first anally raped his own wife many years ago. As soon as the dildo the widest point depth, she rapidly withdrew it and just as quickly rammed it in again. With each thrust, John’s fresh, red blood coated the torture instrument more thoroughly, and made Pandora’s continued persecution that much easier. Once Joy’s orgasm at last subsided, Pandora pushed the blood-soaked rasp deep inside her tormented captive one final time. The flared base kept it firmly in place in his badly damaged rectum as the suspended victim lost a steady, thin stream of blood onto the arena floor. Pandora moved over to the divan and helped the well-satisfied Joy into a seated position between her and Orion. The three spent a few moments in a conspiracy of whispers as they discussed the fate of the suspended captive. Joy seemed unable to decide about something. Orion rose on instructions from his niece, returning a few moments later with three of the leather-clad male servants, who formed a semicircle in front of Joy. Pandora produced a small metal key from the end of her gold-tasseled toga belt, and reached under the belt of each man to unlock the strap that covered their male parts. The newly liberated wife seemed shocked at first, then curious, reaching out to touch each of the men’s crotches, returning to one man several times. Orion had positioned the men so that, despite being in the middle of a filled amphitheater and only a few feet from their bound subject, none but the three could effectively see or hear what was occurring on the divan. Pandora locked the men back into their belts, and Orion, still nude, but no longer sporting an impressive erection, ushered them off the stage. Joy and Pandora sat for a while longer, talking quietly and gesturing toward John, looking at him, but with unsympathetic eyes, as though they were considering the fate of a farm animal that had outlived its service. Finally, Joy made up her mind; she smiled at Pandora and even laughed gently. A tear rolled down her cheek, but judging from the continued presence of her soft, warm smile, it was a tear of bittersweet happiness, and not of sadness or loss. A pang of fear knotted John’s gut. He had guessed what was about to occur, but had tried as hard as he could to avoid thinking about it. He tried to imagine that the whole process would soon be over, that his wife would forgive him for his years of misdeeds and abuse, that Pandora would take pity on him and spare him the fate he dared not consider. When they were finished, Pandora gave Joy a long loving hug. The women stood and the hostess helped her newly initiated sister to cover her nudity with her silken tunic. The two then shared a deep, long, passionate kiss. Joy returned to her seat on the divan as the mistress of ceremonies called forth the corner men and her two nubile assistants from backstage where they had been waiting, then took her own position behind John’s suspended, helpless form. The burly male servants had stripped to simple loincloths, which was really nothing but a short soft leather drape looped through the front of a leather belt. The skimpy clothing barely covered their generous endowments. The handsome men pushed two serving carts covered with white drapes onto the stage. One they parked behind the divan, and the other in front, between the divan and the dangling chair. Once the carts were in their designated positions, the two consorts in front of the divan knelt at Joy’s feet, ready to attend to her physical desires. The two behind uncovered the cart to reveal a selection of wines, cheeses, fruits and meats, ready to attend to her hunger and thirst. For the time being, Joy waved off their attentions. She wanted to concentrate on the upcoming display, though she couldn’t resist playfully reaching out with her toe to shift the loincloth of the man kneeling to her left, revealing his thick flaccid cock and heavy balls. She poorly feigned innocence, and left her foot there against his warm skin. As she watched the two young girls approach the other cart, she absently rubbed his shaft with her toes and brought it to near full erection. She made a mental note to take advantage of his readiness for service after the ceremony was complete.