by S. J. Lewis
Krissy froze. Videos? While she had known that they had cameras recording much, if not all, of what they did to her and of what they made her do, she had pushed that knowledge to the back of her mind. There was a sharp jerk on her leash.
“You may eat now,” the robed man said.
Krissy gulped. “Thank you, Master,” she said out of reflex. She could hear sounds coming from the big flat-screen TV now, in stereo, and recognized her own voice, muffled because there was something stuffed into her mouth. She felt her cheeks burning as she leaned down to snap up some lobster. She knew what was being shown: It was part of her training for oral sex. They had taught her two basic techniques. If a man did no more than place his hand on her head, she was to suck his cock with as much skill as she could, making no more noise than the occasional tiny grunt or moan. If, on the other hand, the man held her tightly by her hair or held her head in both hands, she was supposed to let him fuck her mouth as hard and as deeply as he wanted, and she was supposed to make angry, protesting noises with each stroke. From what she could hear the audience was watching one of those sessions. She tried to ignore the sounds, concentrating on the savory taste and texture of the bit of lobster. It was delicious! She quickly lapped up more lobster…she was getting adept at eating like a dog…when the ultimate moment occurred on the screen and she heard herself making that long, high-pitched, angry noise through her nose as whatever man was fucking her came in her mouth. She heard appreciative murmurs from the crowd and knew that they were looking from the screen to her and back again.
“Her training has been quite comprehensive,” the robed man announced. “Please, watch and enjoy.”
Krissy chewed and swallowed hastily. It suddenly occurred to her that she didn’t know how long these intensely embarrassing videos ran, but once they were over her meal of table scraps would probably be over as well, whether she had finished it or not. She took a piece of tender, medium-rare steak into her mouth and chewed.
She heard herself making soft little grunts in a regular rhythm and knew that the video was now showing her actively sucking cock. All of a sudden the food didn’t taste as good. It was still so much better than what they usually gave her, though, that she kept on eating, trying to block out the sounds, those horrible, horrible sounds.
She finished her meal quickly. Before she could do more than think about licking the plate, a servant snatched it away and put a smaller one down in front of her. It held two half-eaten pastries, still covered with real whipped cream and threads of chocolate sauce. As much as she craved them, she hesitated. It would be very messy to eat them without using her hands, and in any case she worried that she was supposed to wait for permission to dig in. It sounded as if the video of her trained cocksucking had come to an end, which meant that everyone in the audience had to be staring at her.
“You may eat it, Krissy,” the robed man said to her. She bent her head down and began licking at the whipped cream.
“Finally,” the robed man went on to the audience, “You all should know that this lovely and talented little slave is a lesbian.” A murmur went up from the crowd. Krissy felt her cheeks burning with shame again and tried to concentrate only upon the delicious food in front of her.
“Yes, it might be difficult to believe, now that you have seen how well and how enthusiastically she services men, but I assure you all that it is quite true. We will now show our last video. Some time ago, we gave Krissy here a girl to play with. I think you will find the results quite entertaining.”
The first clumsy bite of the pastry turned to ashes in Krissy’s mouth as she heard Wendy’s tearful pleas, and her own voice snarling commands at the hapless girl. Then came the sounds of that vicious spanking she’d inflicted on Wendy, and Wendy’s screams and wails as she begged for mercy. She couldn’t take another bite. It was all she could do to swallow what was in her mouth rather than spit it out. She remained on her elbows and knees, unmoving, as the video played out, up to and including the part where she had been forcibly dragged away from Wendy before she could show the girl how very good it could be with another woman. She heard the murmurs from the audience, even the occasional crude comments from both the men and the women present. By the time the video finally ended, she wished that she could just curl up in a ball and die.
“Now, ladies and gentlemen,” the robed man said as servants unplugged the big flat screen and wheeled it away. “You have seen our little Krissy here perform. We will now give you the opportunity to see her give a live performance, and even for you to participate in it if you wish. This will take place in the exhibition room. If you are not certain where that is, someone will guide you there.”
Krissy felt a hard, steady pull on her leash and got up on her hands and knees. They had used her own appetites against her yet again, and she felt more than ever like a dirty little animal, fit for fucking and using and for nothing else at all. She crawled along resignedly at the end of her leash, feeling hollowed-out and hopeless as she never had before.
Chapter Fourteen
The exhibition room was not far from the dining hall, but it seemed to Krissy that it took forever to crawl there. Once she arrived, she wished that it had taken longer. The room was large, floored with paving stones, the walls dark stone, the high ceiling of heavy wooden beams supporting wood planking. Near the far end of it stood some sort of framework. The robed man began leading her towards it, and for a moment she tried to pull back. All he did was take a stronger grip on her leash and pull. The collar dug into her neck, cutting off her breath and after a moment she had to go where she was led. Many of the dinner guests were already there, sitting expectantly on cheap, stackable plastic chairs that had been provided for them. All Krissy dared to look at was their feet, but that was enough to tell her that there were three women waiting to watch her ‘perform’.
The cold stone floor was hard on her knees, slowing her speed, but all that did for her was drag out the embarrassment of being led naked on a leash before those people. She was sure that the men, especially, appreciated the view as she moved away from them towards the framework, and were already imagining how her pussy would feel around their cocks.
Two men, dressed all in black, waited for her. They even wore black hoods over their heads, leaving only their hungry eyes and cruel mouths in view. Krissy instinctively stopped dead when she caught sight of them. But she was already too close. They quickly grabbed her, hauled her to her feet, and dragged her, kicking and screaming, over to the frame. Krissy had no thought of meekly submitting. Not this time! She tried desperately to pull free of their hard, grasping hands, but all that did was make them laugh and slow them down a little bit. One of them would have been too strong for her as it was. With two of them, she had no chance at all.
The frame was built from steel piping. There were two heavy uprights and two horizontal pieces, plus fittings mounted here and there. The upper horizontal piece could be detached at one end and swung out of the way on a hinge. The men stood Krissy so that she was facing towards the seated men and women, then bent her over the lower horizontal piece by pulling her arms up painfully behind her. She resisted until the pain became too great, then submitted with a tormented, angry shriek. One of the men then pressed up close behind her, trapping her wrists in one hand and keeping her arms up while the other swung the upper piece back into place and then started tying tough, thin cord around one of Krissy’s wrists. He knotted it tightly and then quickly tied the end off to the upper corner of the frame. His companion held Krissy still as he did the same to her other wrist, leaving Krissy painfully bent over, her arms raised and spread to either side of her. She might have been able to straighten up even so, but the robed man chose that moment to drop the end of her leash on the floor and step on it. Still struggling, Krissy strained to look up at him, her eyes full of hate and fear. He smiled back down at her as his minions continued trussing her up for rape. They tied more thin cords around her ankles and tied them to the uprights, spreading her le
gs wide and leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
The worst was yet to come for Krissy. They put a leather harness on her. It circled her head tightly, with a strap running from it down under her chin. When they fastened it to the upper part of the frame it kept her head up, facing towards the expectant crowd. Then her leash was tied off to a metal ring set in the floor. Painfully stretched, all Krissy could do was tug futilely at her bonds and await whatever came next.
“As you can see,” the robed man addressed his guests, “While she is trained, she is not quite broken yet. What we are going to do to her, here and now, should go a long way towards taming what remains of her rebellious spirit. While she is well positioned for sex, her body is by no means ready for it. We will fix that, and with any luck you will all get to see and hear this voluptuous little blonde when she is made to come.” He turned and nodded to the two black-clad men. “Proceed,” was all he said before he walked away and took a seat that had been reserved for him among his guests.
Krissy braced herself, not knowing what to expect but certain that it would be unpleasant. She was right. Something thin, hard and flexible came down hard across her ass, stinging like fire and making her shriek at the sudden agony. She struggled furiously with her bonds, feeling her breasts jiggling heavily with the effort, and then there was another painful stroke across her backside. She shrieked again. She couldn’t turn her head to see the next blow coming. She couldn’t turn her head at all, so that all she could see was the well-dressed and well-fed audience watching her punishment and humiliation eagerly. She shut her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth, determined to make no sound at the next blow. But it came down across the backs of her thighs, so hard and so viciously that her eyes and mouth flew open and she screamed.
Then she felt fingers spreading her pussy wide. She screamed again without waiting to be struck, but instead of a stroke across her tender pink flesh she felt something hard and rounded being pressed against her labia. She tried to pull her legs free, anticipating some horrible new form of torture, and then the thing began vibrating. Her scream turned into a startled squeak of a noise. Someone began sliding the thing slowly across her pussy, back and forth. She bit at her lower lip, but she couldn’t suppress a tiny shiver. The vibrations grew minutely stronger and the blunt, rounded head of the thing was thrust up against her clitoris. She went back to gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes tightly. Whoever was using the thing knew what he was doing. She could feel her body beginning to respond to the stimulation. That, in its own way, was just as bad as the pain of being whipped. Worse, even. All those despicable people were still watching her, their eyes avid and hungry, waiting for whatever came next in this perverted show.
The vibrator thrummed, sending tiny waves radiating from Krissy’s pussy to every part of her body. She felt herself growing wetter and wetter in spite of the discomfort and pain and utter shame of her position. The tip of the vibrator slid slowly across her clit again, making her shudder. She knew beyond doubt now what they intended to do to her. They would use that damned vibrator to make her come, at least once and maybe more than once if they could manage it, all for the entertainment of the degenerate audience watching her. After that, while she was still wet, they would rape her, again for the crowd’s entertainment.
The vibrator hit her just right, and she shuddered and squealed. She didn’t want to. She really didn’t want to. More than anything else she wanted to be able to keep perfectly still and show no reactions at all to what they were doing to her. She held out for as long as she could, but realized that it just wasn’t going to be possible. Whoever was using that fucking vibrator was just too good. How many helpless women had he practiced on before this? She shuddered once and moaned. She heard appreciative murmurs from her audience and that was enough to steel her resolve for a little bit longer.
That just made it worse in the end. Now the vibrator was at her clit constantly, rubbing gently and humming constantly. She felt the first warning tremors and tried to concentrate on how her back and legs and shoulders ached from all the abuse she’d been subjected to. But all of her pain was being blotted out, overwhelmed, by that damned vibrator. She moaned weakly, a tear trickling down her cheek. And then it hit. She couldn’t hold anything back any longer. Her body shook violently and she screamed. She screamed again as the vibrator was pressed harder against her clit. The sensation was intense, but there was nothing pleasurable about any of it. And it just went on and on until it, too, brought her pain.
Then it was over. Krissy sagged on the frame, crying pitifully and sobbing for breath. When one of the men began roughly fucking her from behind, she barely noticed at first. Then the constant, rhythmic bumping of his hips against hers slowly brought her back and she realized that she was being raped. It was hard for her to care about it anymore. She was just a thing now, a piece of female meat to be used and abused for the entertainment of people she wished would all suffer horrible, searing deaths. She closed her eyes so that at least she wouldn’t have to see them watching her, but shortly after she did that the man fucking her slapped her ass hard, making her yelp.
“Open your eyes!” she heard someone order, loudly and angrily. Anxious to avoid any more pain, she obeyed. She couldn’t turn her head away or look down so she concentrated instead on staring defiantly at the faces of those terrible people. It didn’t seem to bother any of them in the least. One in particular drew Krissy’s attention. She was a very young woman, no more than nineteen or twenty with long, light brown hair elaborately done up in an elegant, swirling pile atop her head. She wore a long, silky, dark red dress with a halter-top that left her shoulders bare. It was slit way down in front, and fit loosely enough that if she wasn’t careful she might expose a breast. The girl seemed utterly fascinated by what was being done to Krissy. She was leaning forward, her expression rapt, her pretty little mouth half open. She sat with one leg crossed over the other. Her elegant, flowing dress was slit up one side all the way to her hip, showing a great deal of her toned, creamy thigh. From time to time, her tongue-tip flicked out to briefly lick her lips.
Krissy grunted as the man fucking her began thrusting into her harder and harder. She glared at the girl, wishing furiously for just ten minutes alone with that bitch. The girl didn’t seem to notice. She was too intent on how Krissy’s breasts jiggled heavily when the man bumped his body against hers. And then the man came. Krissy heard him groaning, felt his hands on her hips, holding her close as he pumped himself empty. The girl caught Krissy’s angry stare then, smiled evilly, and licked her lips in an exaggerated way.
Krissy felt utterly broken. She was sore all over now, humiliated and shamed. But she was still bound to the frame, still spread, still available. The robed man stood up and came over to her. He stroked her back gently and then patted her head.
“I trust that you all enjoyed this little show,” he said, turning to the audience. “If anyone would care to sample this lovely little slave, arrangements can be made. Please see Ms. Long back in the banquet hall. For now, I invite you all to acquaint yourselves more thoroughly with this lovely little slave. You have been watching her all evening. Now you may touch her as well.” He patted Krissy’s head again. “Be careful about her mouth, though,” he joked. “She may try to bite.”
The guests all laughed mildly as they got up from their chairs and made their way over to Krissy. There were too many of them, and they were too close. Krissy closed her eyes. She felt hands on her body, all over her body, creeping and crawling across her bare flesh, caressing, poking, squeezing. Her breasts were getting a lot of attention, some of it painful. She felt fingers spreading her pussy, hands running up and down her inner thighs, and moaned unhappily. This was bad enough, but if any of the men decided they wanted to take up the robed man’s invitation and use her, that would be so much worse. She was sure that some of them would. She just hoped that there wouldn’t be so many of them that her pussy would end up raw and painful as it had been after her time with the
biker gang.
Somebody was pinching her nipples. “Look at me, you bitch,” a woman purred, so close that Krissy could feel the damp warmth of her breath. Krissy cautiously opened her eyes. It was the girl in the dark red dress, her nose almost touching Krissy’s, that evil little smile back on her pretty face.
“I saw how you looked at me,” the girl said quietly. She pinched Krissy’s nipples harder, making Krissy squeak in pain. “Nasty little bitch. I watched them make you come and I watched them fuck you. Now I can do whatever I want to you, and you can’t do a damned thing about it.” She spoke American English with a Midwestern twang. She twisted Krissy’s nipples. “I want you to apologize to me, you bitch.”
Krissy worked up just enough saliva to spit in the girl’s face. The evil smile disappeared and was replaced with a look of pure rage. She gave Krissy’s nipples a vicious yank as she rose to her feet.
“You fucking little bitch!” the girl yelled. “You nasty little slave! How dare you!” She raised her hand to strike Krissy. Krissy flinched in anticipation, but a man reached out and grabbed the girl’s wrist before she could strike.
“That is quite enough, Joanna,” he said calmly. He was older, in his mid-forties, impeccably dressed with oily black hair slicked straight back. Krissy remembered that he had been seated next to the girl. He sounded almost bored, but he looked angry. Joanna tried to pull her wrist free, unsuccessfully.
“Did you see what she did to me?” the girl demanded, her voice shrill. Everyone was paying attention to her now. “Did you see? Are you going to let her get away with that?”
The man said nothing. His free hand came up in a blur. The force of the slap snapped Joanna’s head around and she slowly slumped to the floor. The man held on to her wrist.