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"Would you look at them?"
Mary giggles behind Fang, who is sitting on the floor, eye to balls with her toy. Earlier in the evening, as the guests had filled the room, she had unlocked the cage and freed its cock and balls from their confines.
It had been a week since their little dinner, since they had found Stede had pre-signed the divorce paper and left the date open for them to fill. They had found other things, a trust in her name and the kids, codes to all his accounts and she had realised that the Bonnet estate ran deeper and more rich than she had ever been led to think.
Tonight wasn't a celebration of this, but more another step into its servitude. It was scared that they would not keep it, now that they had everything, and even more. So they had organised this little party, with trusted members of their circle to come enjoy their toy as they took another step into their new lives.
"They're balls darling" she replies, as he weighs them and softly laughs under his breath. She knows it can hear everything. It had been Doug's idea. To allow their toy to know it was valued and, while shared with others, it was and would always be theirs.
Fang, who for some reason absolutely loved the size of its balls and had been begging to be using them since she had shared picture on the group-chat, would introduce them to weights and stretch them, before Ned would be allowed to play with the tightly strapped and restrained body on the upright bondage table. They would leave upstairs for some nibbles after that before coming back downstairs and putting it down on the pilori and branding it with both hers and Doug's signets.
It was allowed to make noise tonight and she wondered when the sounds would become that tell-tale droning sounds she knew meant its brain had left the building, leaving it broken and open. She loved that sound, and was always aiming for it in every session.
"Just balls? Please." And the man shakes his head and starts to explain to the small crowd what exactly is going to happen. She knows it's also for the ears of the body above him, building some sort of rapport, anticipation. She leaves him at that and moves toward the back, accepting a glass of wine from Doug before settling against him, her head on his shoulder.
Within a minute of being under Fang's hand, it starts to moan, as its cock starts to harden, and both things fills her with joy. She sees she isn't the only enraptured by those moans and how they are shaped by Fang's ministrations, and nods to Evelyn who silently asks if she can touch.
She could zap its boner, force it into bring itself back into softness, but she feels like it deserves to come. It deserves to have other hands touch its body and spill its seed knowing its just a thing to be toyed with. Who knows when they'll allow it to come again.
"If it comes," she says out loud to those who have gathered closer and are talking amongst themselves, "please have it clean it off your fingers. We don't waste in this house."
"And I need a clean working space, if you don't mind." Ned adds, before smiling at her. She shivers at his attempt at niceness, being only comfortable having him around because she needs the best in the business and no one pierces skins like this mad man. He comes highly regarded and recommended and reminds herself to never have him around when she's alone.
At this point she can't see what Fang is doing or saying but suddenly it comes and both Anne and Evelyn high-five each other while the rest of the small group applauds as the body tied to the table comes. While she can't see it happening, she knows the sounds she hears and applauds walking toward them.
Fang is standing up, and she kisses his bearded cheek, thanking him. "Will it stay soft, or ..."
"After what those ones did to its balls and cock, I think you're good until Ned's done with it. Got quite a load on it, doesn't it?"
She looks at the now soft penis, and the teal blue heavy plastic looking rings distending its ball sack. If it could see it, she bet it'd approve of the color choice.
"I know. Maybe why we managed to have to kids with about as much intercourse, two punch wonder this one." Mary winks to him as she presses the remote and moves the table backward, making it easier for the ladies to force feed said wonder with its own come. She goes first, forcing two come coated fingers down its throat and is pleased to see the training done recently is definitely working. She adds a third finger for size and it takes them better than before. Once done she cleans her hand on its skin and pats its cheek.
"Enjoy dinner."
And she moves back toward her friends, as behind her Mary is wondering who will be able to get four fingers through the ring gag. The moans have changed in tone and she knows it's crying. She lets it.
There's more discomfort to come before the night is over.