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All eyes were riveted on the stage. Promptly, Sarah emerged from the center of the stage, where a cleverly hidden hatch allowed access. With her was Juggy and a second tall and strong, black slave girl dressed in the Sheik’s colors.
Sarah let her white sundress slip to the ground to show her nude body to the crowd. There was a round of applause as she slowly pivoted, her arms raised to the sky.
Clad only in her leather collar, she approached the edge of the stage, by the stake, and spoke into a microphone:
“Masters: Today I prove my devotion to Paul, my master. I am proud to have worn his collar for seventeen years. Today I return it to him.”
At this words, Juggy stepped behind her and removed her collar from her neck, laying it on a small table, the only furniture on the, otherwise bare, stage.
Sarah then continued:
“I asked my master not to let me wear another man’s collar, and he graciously consented”
A greater round of applause resounded in the garden.
Sarah glanced at her master’s couch where Paul regarded her, his eyes wild, but no one would see him, all eyes fixed on her.
“Enjoy the show!” Those were her final words as she approached the spike.
From the stage, two broad wooden supports extended beside the spike. The tip shone with oil. Turning over, with her back to the public Sarah bent over, giving the public a view of her white, perfect ass. While Juggy supported her upper body, the black slave painted her puckered anus with melted butter. This was not strictly necessary as her anus had already been lubricated with Vaseline backstage, but it added a nice dramatic touch that the audience did not fail to appreciate. Juggy repositioned the microphone so it was now aimed towards the spike.
Sarah then stepped over the spike, standing on the wooden supports, and squatted over it, inserting the tip of it on her ass. She whimpered loudly, more for the audience than from any real pain. She again looked at the crowd, and then placed her arms over the shoulders of Juggy and the black girl.
“I love you Juggy” She whispered in Juggy’s ear “Take good care of him”
And then, she lifted her feet off the supports. Her weight now being held by the two girls, the spike entered deeper in her ass. Her loud whimper, taken up by the microphone, was real this time. Her feet tried to reach the supports, but they had been retracted partially into the stage. Her feet then tried to grasp the spike, as the girls slowly lowered her onto it.
Frantically her feet tried to slow her descent, but failed. As the spike slowly penetrated into her bowels, Sarah began to scream.
In his couch Paul attempted to stand, but with Fatima and Irene holding him down, he could not. He tried to say something, but Lila kissing his mouth silenced him. Sulayla standing besides them had a large glass of clear liquid ready, and as soon as Lila released his mouth, she delicately poured it into him. To anyone looking, a master, hedonistically oblivious to the suffering of his former slave was having a grand old time.
The guests were most definitely not oblivious to the show on the stage; neither were the slaves, at least the ones who were not busy blowing their masters. Some masters were engaged in conversation with a favored slave. Judging by the faces on the slaves, the topic under discussion was particularly unpleasant, for the slave that is.
On stage, the spike was about a foot and a half into Sarah’s ass, and the two slaves on the stage were just helping keep her straight. Although still in terrible pain, Sarah managed to regain a measure of control. With tear streaked eyes, she glanced at her master and noticed, with relief, that he was being mostly smothered by the slave girls. She dropped further on the spike and cried out.
Alysha, the black slave girl, although attractive in her own right, was not kept by the Sheik for her looks. She was in charge of keeping order and discipline in the harem. Even his wives were under her authority when in the harem, where no one except the Sheik stood above her. She now jumped down from the stage, on to the grass and inserted a transverse rod, about 6 inches under Sarah’s ass. This would stop her descent at the right distance and prevent the spike from piercing her diaphragm. That could kill her and end the show prematurely. At ten, she would remove the rod and allow the spike to finish its appointed job.
On the stage, Juggy knelt behind Sarah, her hands on both sides of her torso, keeping her straight. Sarah’s hands clawed at her belly but, her fingernails, trimmed short, did no damage to her immaculate alabaster skin.
As her asscheeks contacted the rod, Alysha took Sarah’s feet and tied them behind the pole with a red thong. Now she stood there, spike firmly inserted deep in her ass, and her pussy gaping open for everyone to see. She then placed a second pole behind Sarah, and tied her torso with a thong also to the pole. This would now keep her upright, and relieve Juggy of her duties so she could return to her master. In all, Sarah was suspended by the rod about four feet above the ground. She would remain there for the next 8 hours, until the rod was removed at 2200 hours.
A group of slave girls now dismantled the stage, which left Sarah as the only decoration in the center of the garden. Without music, only the sounds of the reveler’s lovemaking, the occasional sharp snap of a whip or crop, or the squeal of a slave girl, interrupted the loud whimpers of Sarah’s suffering.
Most masters approached Sarah’s pole. Step ladders had been placed in the front and back of the pole, so masters would have better access. Most masters just wanted to see and touch her asshole, violated by the spike, or her pussy, but others took advantage of the opportunity to fondle her breasts. Some even tried to talk to her, but she couldn’t really answer much.
Paul also approached the pole, Juggy discreetly holding him straight, and he even climbed on the front ladder to talk to her. Despite all the drink poured into him, he remained quite lucid.
“Master” Sarah said weakly, when she saw him.
“Dearest” he answered, when he was sure he wouldn’t be heard “I understand what you’ve done. Believe me”
“I want you to be proud of me my master”
“I am as proud as any masssster can be of his slave” he couldn’t help slurring his speech. “I shall never forget you if I live to be a hundred, and I love you like I’ve never loved anyone”
“Thank you master” Sarah whispered, tears in her eyes “Now go. Go back to your couch and leave me to suffer here. Go before you embarrass yourself”
Other people were approaching, so Sarah addressed Juggy “Take him back to the couch, hurry, and get rid of the stairs”
Juggy half dragged Paul back, while skillfully pretending that she was the one being dragged away from her friend. With a sign she asked Alysha to remove the ladders, and climbing on top of Paul, she inserted his semi erect member in her pussy, as she pretended an excitement that she did not feel, and a love that she did not have to pretend.
Dinner was duly served, as the clock wound its way to the appointed time. By this time Paul was quite drunk, and realized he had to barf. Juggy noticed this just in time. She rapidly arranged the other slave girls as cover, but not in time to find a bucket or other container. So she kissed her master’s mouth, her own mouth wide open, and managed to prevent him from disgracing himself. Lila also helped, and by the time he was done retching, not a clue was left to inform any passerby of what had happened there. The two slave girls went discreetly to the restrooms and disposed of the evidence there.
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As the spike entered freely deeper into Sarah, she screamed loudly again, as it perforated her diaphragm and entered her thorax. Its sharp tip tore into one of Sarah’s lungs. Her screams now became a gurgle, as she started to cough up blood. Every time she coughed, the spike tore a larger and larger hole in her lung. It took her a long time to die. As she coughed and died, dark frothy blood covered her breasts and chest, until the tip of the spike could be seen, tenting the skin behind her right collarbone. By now her feet, tied behind the pole had reached the ground, and she was kneeling on the grass. She coughed twice more and was silent.
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