Lynne

CHAPTER 27 THE CONTEST. Part 1

LYNNE: CHAPTER 27.  THE CONTEST. Part 1.

A week later Lynne sat in her cage writing in her diary; Kristy was in the cage
next to Lynne writing in hers. The contest was over but neither women knew who
had won. They'd been given their diaries and told to write about what had
happened to them since the night Zaheer valued them; and to wait. The Mistress
would inform them who had won when she was ready; but they both were sure they
knew who'd won already.
I knew all along that Zaheer would say Kristy was worth more than me." Lynne
wrote: I wanted to believe otherwise, for a while as he was going over all of
her faults I half hoped he might say I was worth more than her; but deep down I
knew I wasn't. Zaheer was right. She's younger than me, and she's got a better
figure than me. It was obvious people would pay more for her than me.
I was so relieved when the Mistress denied her the point for her insolence.
Kristy's behaviour cost her a point in our contest, but it taught me a lesson as
well.
The Mistress was furious with Kristy and left us alone in the Display Room for
what seemed a very long time. Kristy and I exchanged hateful stares and called
each other names for a while.
" I'm worth more than you...you fat arsed old whore !" She snarled at me.
" Zaheer would rather have me entertain him than you, you flat chested ugly
slut." I'd snapped back.
There was so much more we wanted to say to each other but I don't think either
of us knew where to start. After a while we said nothing to each other; we just
sat and waited to see what would happen to us  next.
Looking back I don't think I had fallen in love with Kristy at all. I think I'd
fallen for the idea of being "In Love" with another woman. Those feelings are
gone now. I hate her more than I've ever hated anybody; and I know Kristy feels
the same.
When we were lovers for that short time on the Gold Coast I thought she was
beautiful and sensuous and sexy. I don't see her that way anymore.  She's got a
great figure but without all her make-up and fancy hair do's she's a very plain
looking woman.
But she stands between me and the life I want as the Blonde Woman's slave. I
don't care what happens to Kristy, as long as I win the contest and get to be
the Mistress's slave.
I can see Kristy now through the bars of our cages, she's writing in her diary
the same as I am, I must admit I'm curious as to what she's writing but that's
where my interest in her ends. She's my enemy now; and I'll do whatever it takes
to beat her.
The Mistress had said that Kristy would have got "another" point if it wasn't
for her insolence. That meant she'd cum quicker when the Mistress taped us
masturbating for her. She was one point up on me and I wasn't sure how long this
contest would last or how many points were there to be taken. The Mistress had
said 13, but I knew by now that she could easily change her mind or manipulate
the figure however she chose too. This was her world; she made the rules, and
changed them when it suited her.
Kristy just looked at me then, the same hateful glare she's given me so many
times since this contest thing started. She keeps making out she's going to win,
she keeps feigning this confident smug smile to try to convince me that she
knows she's already won. But I can tell she's as uncertain and nervous about all
this as I am. The Mistress will tell us who has won when she is ready. All we
can do is wait.
I'm sure the Mistress and my husband and probably others as well read what I
write in this diary. I'm not sure whether what I write can count against me in
the contest; but I will just write the truth about what has happened and about
how I feel and trust that that is what they want.
Zaheer is an extraordinary man. He can make me wet from just looking at me; or
make me wet myself in fear from just looking at me. Being his slave would be an
interesting experience; one I don't think I'm ready for...yet.
That night he valued us was an incredible experience, one I'll never forget. Nor
will I ever forget anything else that has happened to me since that night in the
garage.
I don't know how long they left us alone together in the display room for that
night Zaheer valued us. Kristy and I were sitting on the floor with our backs to
each other when Monica eventually came to collect us. Kristy still had a red
mark on her face from where Zaheer had hit her.
Monica was dressed in her big leather boots and leather skirt and bra; and she
was carrying the crop she liked to hit me with so much. She was a very different
person to the Monica who used to be in the cage where Kristy is now. Monica
obviously gets off on playing Mistress; but I wonder if she will make the same
mistake that Rebecca made and let it all go to her head. Monica is still just a
slave like the rest of us. Rebecca had forgotten that and paid a heavy price for
doing so. As I felt the sting of the crop on my thighs I wondered if the same
fate awaited Monica.
" Get up you slut." She snarled at me as she hit me with the crop again, then
she hit Kristy and told her to get up too. She put collars around our necks and
attached leashes to them and led us through the corridors and up the stairs to
the room with the couch and the fire place. She had us kneel on the floor in
front of the couch where The Mistress sat talking to Zaheer. Cherie stood beside
them, still naked except with her long blonde hair falling down over her
shoulders. She looked incredible with the Gold ring in her clitoris and the Gold
chain around her waist.
Neither Zaheer nor the Mistress  seemed to notice us at first. " Two women who
were once lovers now enemies. Pitted against each other in a battle for the
ultimate prize." Zaheer said in that deep and distinctive voice of his. " You
are a most imaginative woman. This contest should prove most entertaining."
The Mistress smiled modestly and turned to look at us on our knees at her feet.
" I know which one of you can cum quicker for me; but which of you can fight
back an orgasm the longest for me; which of you has the will to hold out the
longest for me?"
Monica was holding what looked a bit like two old chastity belts. They were made
of thick leather with straps and large brass buckles; and two black plastic
penis shaped pieces on the inside of each of them; one about the size of an
average man's cock, the other about the size of a woman's finger.
Monica had Kristy stand up and remove her skirt. She rubbed some KY on the
plastic things and slowly slid the large one inside Kristy's pussy.  I watched
the look on Kristy's face as it slid all the way up inside her.  Then Monica had
Kristy bend over and eased the finger sized one up her arse. When both were all
the way up inside her, Monica quickly did up the straps and buckles.
" An interesting device." Zaheer said. As Monica had me stand and remove my
skirt. She slowly inserted the plastic cock inside my pussy; there was a flat
hard rubber nub at the base that I hadn't noticed before.  It pushed through my
lips and fitted snugly against my clitoris. Monica then had me bend over and
slid the smaller finger shaped one up my arse; just as she had done with Kristy;
but she wasn't as gentle with me as she was with her. I could feel the plastic
things  inside me as Monica did up the belts and buckles.
" The harness fits very tightly around the woman's body." The Mistress said to
Zaheer. " Put knew batteries in both of them Monica."
" Yes Mistress." Monica said as she walked over to a side board and returned
with Eight 'D' size batteries. There were plastic battery packs attached to the
back of the 'Harnesses' Kristy and I now wore, and Monica and Cherie put four of
the new batteries in each and stood behind us to watch and supervise what was
happening to us. Monica was behind Kristy, Cherie was behind me.
" Simon used Kelly's body to work out exactly where to attach the plastic penis
and finger when he made these." The Mistress said to Zaheer" But Kelly was a
much younger and slimmer woman than either of these two.  They don't look as
good on them as they did on Kelly; and I'm sure they don't fit quite as they
should where it matters most either." She added smiling.
Monica then had us get down on our hands and knees facing each other on the rug
at the feet of The Mistress and Zaheer. " Turn them on low." The Mistress said
as she and Zaheer discussed how unfortunate it was that the Mistress had had to
sell Kelly. How unfortunate it was that she had become a boring slave.
" You are wasting your time with a slave that bores you." Zaheer said
dismissively. " Best to be rid of them quickly. There are so many women
available these days. All sorts of shapes and sizes and colours. I seldom keep a
woman for more than a few weeks myself. I tire of them very quickly. They're all
so different, and yet they're all so very much the same. I remember a Negro
woman I had many years ago....."
I never heard the rest of what Zaheer had to say about his Negro slave.  Cherie
had turned a switch and the plastic things inside me started vibrating gently.
The one up my arse in particular made it impossible to concentrate on what
Zaheer was saying. I looked up at Kristy, her face was only a few feet away from
mine. I could tell the vibrations that ran through her body had affected her in
he same way.
But after a while I became accustomed to the things inside me and the way they 
gently vibrated . They were having the effect which they were designed to, my
pussy had become very wet, and my arsehole had grabbed hold on the plastic thing
inside me; but I was in control.
" This is very simple. Even you two little sluts should be able to understand
this. " The Mistress said looking down at Kristy and me.  " If you cum, you
lose........And how is Ailene ?" She asked turning back to Zaheer.
" What an exceptional specimen she is." Zaheer's face lit up. " The man I sold
her to has subsequently renamed her, but the name escapes me at the moment. But
he is very happy with his purchase. A stunning young white woman, barely 18
years of age, instinctively obedient.....He has much to be happy about."
" Tell me Zaheer." The Blonde Woman said mischievously. "If a woman like Lynne
at her age is worth Five Million, how much did you get for Ailene ? You only
paid Five Million for her. You must have made a very sizeable profit on that
sale."
" Your words wound me." Zaheer said laughing loudly. " I have overheads,
expenses...... Trading in female slaves is an expensive business. There are many
officials to be bribed, many political donations to be made, many relatives to
be paid off....." Zaheer laughed loudly again.
" You're being evasive Zaheer." The Blonde Woman said flirting with him with her
eyes."
" Twenty Five Million American." Zaheer and the Blonde Woman smiled at each
other in a way that made me wonder about the true nature of their relationship.
" You paid Five Million in Australian dollars for her and sold her for Twenty
Five Million American dollars. I assume your retirement fund has a very healthy
balance?"
.
" The transaction was certainly a profitable one." Zaheer said admiring the
Blonde Woman's smile. "But you must remember that there are very few women like
the one you call Ailene. Most of the women I sell are like these two." He looked
down at Kristy and me on our hands and knees on the floor at his feet. " I
couldn't make a living just trading in the likes of those two; let alone all the
small change whore's like that Asian thing over there."
I hadn't noticed the Asian woman standing in the corner until Zaheer pointed her
out. She still wore the nipple clamps she had on the first time I saw her. Her
expression never changed when Zaheer referred to her as 'that Asian thing.'  She
was obviously a woman who had been born into slavery and who knew her place.
" Turn them up to the middle setting."
" Yes Mistress." Monica and Cherie replied and the things inside us began to
vibrate much more intensely. Kristy moaned softly when Monica turned up the
speed on the plastic cock and finger vibrating inside her body.
Up until then, I'd been able to take my mind off what was happening inside me by
concentrating on what Zaheer and the Mistress were talking about. The flat piece
that pushed against my clit began to vibrate now too. It hadn't done that on the
lower speed. Now, my full attention was on the things inside me and rubbing
against me.
" This should be most entertaining." Zaheer said as he looked at us beginning to
squirm around on the floor. " Which of them will cum first?  Most entertaining."
" Do you like the way that thing feels up your arse Kristy?" The Mistress asked.
" Yes Mistress. I love the way it feels up my arse."  Her breathing was rapid
and erratic.
" Can you feel that hard plastic knob rubbing against your clit Lynne?"
" Yes Mistress." I panted. " It's right on my clit..."
I looked up at Kristy, her face was flushed and her body was rocking backward
and forward slightly, as if the things inside her were fucking her. I tried to
think of something else, tried to take my mind off what was beginning to happen
inside me. Kristy already had a point in our contest;
I couldn't let her get another one; I just couldn't be the one to cum first.
Kristy made a low grunting noise that I recognised from the times we'd made
love; but hearing the noises she made sent  a wave of pleasure through my body
and I grunted loudly and threw my head back.
" May I use your slave Zaheer?" The Blonde Woman asked in that sensuous voice of
hers. " She'll add to our entertainment, and their torment."
" Do with her what you will." Zaheer said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
The Mistress told us to crawl over to the Asian woman. Each movement sent a jolt
of pleasure through my body from the things inside me; but we both managed to
crawl over to the Asian woman without cumming.
We knelt on either side of her, each holding onto one of her soft brown thighs
as we helped her take off her panties.  She had a beautiful pink pussy with just
a thin strip of black hair running down over her lips. Her pussy was just a few
inches away from my face and I could see how wet she was.
Kristy pulled one of the Asian womans lips open and I pulled the other one open
and we each began to lick one side of her swollen clit; our tongues touching as
we did. Kristy was making those low grunting noises again as we licked the Asian
woman's clit and lips and brought her to the brink of orgasm. I was grunting
loudly as I tasted her and heard her moaning.
" Cum woman." I heard Zaheer say from behind me. For an instant I nearly lost
control and came when I heard the Asian woman cum; but I managed to fight off my
orgasm this time; but so did Kristy.
The Asian woman didn't make a lot of noise when she came; just a lot of soft
squealing noises; but her orgasm lasted a long time. When she was finally
finished I saw the look on Kristy's face. She was so close. If I could just hold
on a little longer......
Crawling back to the rug at the feet of The Mistress and Zaheer was a torturous
and exhilarating experience. The things up my arse and up my cunt moved with
each movement I made; but I made it back to my position on the rug without
cumming; so did Kristy.
" Do you want to cum Lynne?" The Mistress asked teasingly.
" Yes, I do Mistress......" I panted.
" And you Kristy....?"
" Yes Mistress....I want to cum...." Her voice was barely more than a whisper. I
knew she couldn't hold out much longer; but neither could I.
Monica and Cherie turned the things inside us up onto their highest speed and we
both started grunting and moaning loudly. " Oh God No." Kristy was saying over
and over as she tried not to cum. Suddenly our eyes met. I saw the lust in her
eyes as she did in mine. We were both so close.
Suddenly Kristy threw her head back and  screamed out as she was consumed by
pleasure, the ultimate release almost had control of her.  She was making the
grunting noises I knew she made just before she came.
I was panting wildly and my hand had grabbed hold of my crotch and I couldn't
pull it away. I knew I was going to cum, and I knew I could do nothing to stop
it from happening.
" I want to stick my tongue up your arse Kristy." I moaned. " I want to stick my
tongue up your arse and make you cum Kristy....."
" Oh God No.." She cried out. I knew what she liked; I knew what she liked to
hear. I'd almost pushed her over the edge, but she'd managed to hang on. Her
eyes were on fire, her face contorted from the pleasure that threatened to
ravage her body.
" Bend over and I'll stick my tongue up your arse the way I know you love it
Kristy." She was panting wildly, no longer in control of herself. " Oh God
Kristy, I want my tongue up your arse. I want to hear you cum, I want to see you
cum......Cum for me Kristy......Cum for me......"
She screamed out and collapsed onto the floor thrashing around like a wild
animal as her orgasm overcame her. " Have I won Mistress?" I pleaded
desperately.
" Yes Lynne, she came first."
" May I cum now too Mistress." She didn't answer me. " May I please cum now too
please Mistress......?" Again she didn't answer me but my body couldn't wait for
an answer any longer. My orgasm hit me with an almost brutal force. My arms and
knees gave way beneath me and I was on the floor beside Kristy, bucking and
squirming uncontrollably with each jolt of pleasure. Moaning and grunting loudly
as my body was consumed by an orgasm so intense that the pleasure was almost
painful.
I don't know how long our orgasms lasted and I think we both lost consciousness
for an instant when it was finally all over. Kristy and I were lying on the
floor together, exhausted and our bodies smeared with perspiration. I looked up
at the couch, Zaheer and the Mistress were gone.
" You fucking bitch...." Kristy said breathlessly without looking at me.
Monica removed the things from inside our bodies and took us back to our cages.
" You stupid little slut."  She snarled at Kristy. " The batteries in yours were
old ones, the ones in hers were new. You should have been able to hold on."
" I'm sorry Monica." Kristy said softly. Then her voice was filled with rage.
" That fucking bitch started talking like that and I couldn't help it......"
" You tried to help her win....?" I looked at Monica as I asked her; but there
was no sign of guilt or regret. " Why.....?" Monica looked me up and down, a
look of contempt on her face.
" Because I like her more than you. I want her to win. I want the Mistress to
keep her.......not you."
" You fucking Bitch." I snapped at her. Then I grunted as the crop bit into the
skin on my thigh.
" Don't call me a bitch you old whore." Monica sneered at me as she hit me with
the crop again and again. " Get on your knees and stick your fat arse up in the
air slut."
" Yes Miss." I said defiantly. I still only had my top on, my skirt was still up
in the sitting room I think. I got onto my hands and knees on the floor of my
cage and stuck my arse up in the air for her.
" Is this how you want me Miss?"
Monica whipped my arse with the crop until the skin was covered with red marks.
Kristy watched through the bars that separated our cages.  She enjoyed my pain.
But I didn't make a sound the whole time Monica whipped me. I didn't want to
give her the pleasure of hearing my pain;
I wasn't going to squeal for her and I wasn't going to beg her to stop. I bit my
lip and took my whipping in silence.
When Monica was finished with me she left us alone in the cage room.  Kristy
glared at me angrily a few times but I ignored her. I curled up on my bunk and
drifted off to sleep with my arse still stinging from the crop, but knowing I'd
won the point.
I don't know how long I slept for, and at first I didn't recognise the face of
the woman standing over me telling me to get up. " Colleen....?" I said still
half asleep.
" I have to prepare you. Come with me." I'd only encountered Colleen a few
times. She was in her early 30s with beautiful long brown hair and a great
figure. Her face wasn't really pretty; but I liked it. She had the face of a
slut.
I looked over, Kristy wasn't in her cage. " Come on Lynne." Colleen said
standing there in her little red Slave Girl outfit. " You don't want to keep the
Mistress waiting."
She took me to one of the bathrooms, removed my top and helped me into a hot
bath overflowing with white scented foam. She knelt beside the bath and gently,
almost tenderly washed me with a soft pink sponge.  I saw the expression on her
face and in her eyes. Colleen was a woman on heat. She let the sponge slip from
her grip and continued to wash me with her hand.
Her breathing was becoming heavier as her hand ran over my breasts, lingering on
my nipples and then down slowly over my stomach to the shaved mound of flesh
between my legs.
" Oh god..." She moaned quietly. " Lynne.....help me please." She pleaded with
me. " The Mistress hasn't let me climax in nearly two weeks. Please help
me....."
" What do you want me to do...... ?"
" Just stand up and let me look at you; please just let me look at you, that's
all you have to do, but you can't tell the Mistress; you have to promise me
Lynne. "
She looked so pitiful, so desperate. " I promise Colleen. I won't tell her."
" Thank you Lynne." She panted as I stood up in the bath. My body was covered in
the scented foam and it gently  slid down my body or slowly evaporated as I
stood there.
" God you're beautiful Lynne." Colleen moaned as her hand disappeared under her
red skirt. " Just let me look at you. Let me look at your tits.  You've got
great tits Lynne. They're so big, you're tits are so fucking big......" Her hand
was moving quickly between her legs; I knew it wouldn't take her long to cum. I
just stood there and watched her masturbate and waited for her to cum. It
thrilled me in a way that's hard to describe. To know she was so turned on from
looking at me, that she was going to cum from just looking at me while she
played with herself.
" Let me see your cunt Lynne...." She moaned. " Oh god I love your big cunt; I
love your big wet cunt......Your cunt lips are so fucking big.......... 
Big....wet.... cunt.... lips...." Colleen grunted and came with her eyes fixed
on my cunt. She made loud high pitched whimpering sounds as her orgasm peaked,
and soft panting noises as it subsided.
" Thank you Lynne...Thank you..." She said over and over as she enjoyed the last
spasms of an orgasm she so desperately needed.
When her orgasm was over she quickly dried me off and dressed me in a clean
white Slave Girl outfit and took me back to the display room.
As was the case the other times I'd been in there, the display room was very
dimly lit; the room in was shadows except for a pool of bright white light from
the spotlights in the ceiling. Kristy was on her knees on the floor naked. She
looked pale under the bright light. Simon, the 'Pain Geek' as  one of the others
had called him was attaching wires and things to her nipples.
I thought Simon was an attractive man when I first encountered him, and he still
looked good. He was quite handsome,  young ,early 20s probably with short
bleached hair and a silver stud in his left ear. But I knew his fetish was
inflicting pain on the slaves; the wires attached to Kristy's nipples and cunt
were a reminder of what sort of a man he was; of what his speciality was. Kristy
looked so vulnerable and frightened kneeling there with all those wires hanging
off her body. I looked away; I didn't want to think about what they were going
to do to us.
I could see faint reflections of myself in the mirrors everywhere I looked. I
was becoming accustomed to seeing myself in my little white Slave Girl outfit. 
I liked the way I looked dressed like this.
The Mistress was sitting on a small  couch with Kristy under the bright
spotlights a few metres in front of her, and the Asian woman curled up on the
floor at her feet. I could see the outline of the Mistress and the Asian woman;
but they were in the shadows and I couldn't see them clearly, I couldn't see
their faces.
" I've prepared her for you as you instructed Mistress." Colleen said with her
head bowed.
" You have a real glow about you Colleen." The Mistress said suspiciously from
the darkness." How long has is it since I let you have an orgasm ?"
" Nearly two weeks Mistress." Colleen replied nervously.
" You have the look of a contented woman  Colleen. You have the look of a woman
who has tasted pleasure recently; very recently. You have the look of
satisfaction a woman gets on her face and in her eyes after she's experienced
the ecstasy of orgasm. You don't look like a woman who has gone two weeks
without pleasure. Have you climaxed without my permission ?"
" No Mistress." Colleen lied with her head still bowed.
" Is that true Lynne?" The Mistress asked. I couldn't see her face, but I could
feel her eyes on me. I'd promised Colleen I wouldn't tell the Mistress what
she'd done.
" No Mistress, that is not true. She masturbated while she bathed me and she
climaxed."
" Thank you Lynne. You won't be seeing Colleen around for a while. Take her to
the dungeon Monica."
" Yes Mistress." Monica replied as she grabbed Colleen by the arm and dragged
her off. Our eyes met for an instant and I felt the shame of having betrayed her
and saw the tears beginning to well in her eyes. I wanted to tell Colleen I was
sorry; but I would do it again if I had to. I would do whatever it took to win
the Mistress's confidence and to become her slave. Even if it meant betraying
one of the other slaves; as I had with Colleen. I just stood there with my leash
hanging by my side as Monica took Colleen away to be punished because of me.
" Undress for me Lynne." The Mistress said softly. I tried to undress
seductively for her. I untied the knot that tied the sheer silk scarf to my
body, and let my tits spill out for her. Then I undid the knot on my short
little skirt with the jagged hem and slowly pulled it away and let it fall to
the floor.
" Get down on the floor in front of Kristy." The Mistress said, seemingly
unimpressed with the little strip tease I'd done for her. " Yes Mistress."
I knelt on the floor a few feet in front of Kristy as the Mistress had told me
to. Simon crouched down beside me and attached wires to my nipples with metal
alligator clips, the sharp metal teeth hurt as they bit into my nipples. He put
rubber gloves on to attach more of the wires with the metal clips to my cunt
lips. Three on each lip. I looked to make sure that Kristy had three on each lip
too. Once the one's on my cunt lips were firmly in place Simon had me lean over
and he slid something small and cold up my arse; it too had wires running off
it.
Kristy and I looked nervously at each other as Simon finished his work.  When he
was done there was a small metal box, about 12" square  on the floor between us.
On top of the metal box was a large red Mushroom shaped button about 4" in
diameter.
" Which of you will withstand the most pain for me?" The Mistress said
thoughtfully, as she walked over and stood beside us. " When the Red button is
pushed, it sends out little electric shocks to the clips attached to your
bodies. You both receive exactly the same amount of pain. Simon assures me that
the risks to you are.......minimal. You will take it in turns to push the button
and inflict the pain on yourselves and on the other.  Who ever declines to push
the button first is the loser."
The Mistress gave us time to consider what we were about to go through for her.
" There is a timer that is activated when the Red button is pushed. If the
button isn't pushed again within 30 seconds, whoever's turn it was to push it
loses. Do you both understand?"
" Yes Mistress." We replied in harmony.
" Good. Lets see which one of you will take the most pain for me?  Normally they
say: ' Ladies first.' But as neither of you are ladies, we'll just have to toss
a coin. Who wants to call ?"
" I will Mistress." I said quickly. 'Tails' has always been lucky for me; but
not this time, the coin came up heads. I watched Kristy looking at the Red
mushroom shaped button; I watched her hand shaking as she reached out. The pain
was intense, but only lasted for an instant. I put my hand on the button and
pushed it again.
The first few times the button was pushed the pain was most intense on my
nipples; but the more the button was pushed the more intense the pain from the
things up my arse and on my cunt lips seemed to get.
I don't know how many times Kristy and I inflicted the pain on each other and on
ourselves; but after a while the pain seemed to get more savage each time the
Red button was pushed. We screamed louder each time and took longer to push the
button again the longer it went on.
We could see each other and ourselves everywhere we looked around the mirrored
room. It was Kristy's turn to push the Red button, her hair was messy, her body
gleamed with perspiration. Her eyes looked at the Red button and then at me. She
pushed it again and we both screamed as the current ran through our bodies.
My hand was shaking as I reached out to push the Red button, but I didn't know
if I could. I couldn't take the pain much longer, and I could tell Kristy
couldn't either. "Just a few more times" I told myself. "She'll crack
first....just a few more times......"
My hand hovered over the Red button as I tried to make myself push it.  " Wait."
The Mistress said suddenly standing beside us again.  A man in a buttoned down
shirt and tie crouched down beside us, he had a stethoscope around his neck. I
recognised him straight away; he was our 'Family Doctor'. Simon did something to
the metal box and then disappeared into the shadows again.
" Are they Okay to continue Justin ?" The Mistress asked, obviously irritated
that she had to interrupt her entertainment to have us checked out. Justin put
the stethoscope against my chest as a very attractive woman with beautiful long
blonde hair crouched down on the other side of me. She was his receptionist, a
really stuck up bitch. She always looked good in her short neatly pressed white
uniform, and she knew it. I didn't like her and she didn't like me; but she had
always got on well with my husband.
" Strap the sphygmomanometer cuff around her arm." Justin said to her.  " I want
to take her blood pressure. Her hearts okay, her breathing's a bit shallow, but
that's to be expected. " He said to the Mistress.
The blonde bitch wrapped the thing around my arm and started pumping it up.  "
Brachial Artery ?" She asked.
"Yep." Justin replied as he put the stethoscope on my wrist. I felt the cuff
squeeze my arm as the blonde bitch pumped it up more than I think she needed to.
I felt the pulse in my arm grow stronger and then stop. Justin started releasing
the pressure and I felt my pulse kick in strongly.
" She's Okay." Justin said as he stood up. " Pulse is 115, a little high but
she's not very fit. Anything up to 130 is okay for her under this sort of
stress. Her Systolic pressure's 140, Diastoltic's 90. That's up a bit, she's
normally around 120/70 which is good for her age. She's fine."
Justin and the blonde bitch checked Kristy. Her pulse and blood pressure were up
a bit too; but she's very fit according to Justin and he said she'd be fine.
Justin ignored me, but the blonde bitch looked down at me with an almost evil
smile. She'd always thought she was better than me; always looked down her nose
at me; always spoke to me as if I was a complete fool. Now she got to see me
like this; and she savoured every moment of my humiliation. She always thought
she was better than me; now she could see for herself that she was.
" Okay my little slut's." The Mistress said, happy that her entertainment was
about to continue. " Lets see which of you will endure the most pain for me.
Who's turn was it?"
" Hers." Kristy said quickly. The sound of the Mistress's heels  on the mirrored
floor echoed around the room. I looked over and saw the silhouette of the
Mistress with the Asian woman curled up on the floor on her hands and knees. The
Mistress had her legs stretched out and her feet resting on the Asian woman's
back. I wondered what other uses the Mistress had in mind for the Asian woman
other than using her as a foot rest.
I saw Kristy grit her teeth and tense her body, preparing herself for the pain.
I braced myself for the agony I knew was coming and hit the Red button with the
palm of my hand. Our bodies flinched and we both made little yelping noises: but
there was no pain. I heard people laughing in the darkness around us. I don't
know how many people were lurking in the shadows watching us or who they were.
" Simon hasn't turned it back on yet you stupid sluts." The Mistress said
laughing quietly. Simon appeared again from the blackness around us and did
something to the metal box, and then withdrew into the shadows again.
I had to go through the torment of making myself push the Red button again. I
quickly reached out and pushed it. I didn't give myself time to think about it
or the pain that was to come. Kristy and I both squealed loudly as the electric
current jolted our bodies. My nipples and cunt lips felt like hot needles had
been shoved through them; I can't describe the searing pain that ran up my
arsehole.
Kristy was whimpering softly as she pushed the button again. This went on and
on. The pain had become unbearable. Kristy's eyes met mine and we willed each
other to give in; but neither did.
" Turn up the current Simon." I heard the Mistress say through the haze of the
physical and emotional torture I was being forced to endure.  Simon appeared out
of the darkness, did something to the metal box, and then withdrew into the
shadows again.
It was Kristy's turn. In my mind I begged her not to do it. She closed her eyes
and hit the button. The force of the shock was vicious this time. We both
screamed out loudly as the pain ripped through our bodies. My hands
instinctively grabbed at my cunt and nipples as we were both thrown onto the
floor from the impact of the pain.
" Fuck....." Kristy grunted as she lay on the floor, trying to deal with the
pain she'd just experienced and prepare herself for the pain that was to come. "
Give in you stubborn fucking slut." She mumbled breathlessly as I quickly
dragged myself back up onto my hands and knees within reach of the mushroom
shaped Red button. My hand was shaking and my heart was thumping as I reached
out to push it.
My eyes met Kristy's as my hand hovered over the Red button. I could tell she
knew I couldn't take the pain anymore. She knew I couldn't push the button
again.
" Wrong again bitch." I panted as I slapped the Red button down hard.
We both squealed loudly and our bodies flinched; but nothing happened.
" You took too long Lynne." The Mistress said from the shadows. " You lose."
Kristy's face lit up; a mixture of emotions. Relief that it was over and
smugness that she'd won. " I win........you fucking Bitch." She mouthed the
words but didn't speak. I hit the button again and again.
" Please Mistress, I didn't know, please.....I'll take more pain for you... 
....watch me suffer for you......"  I begged her, but that part of the contest
was over.
" Would any of you like to use either of these two while you're here.?"
The Mistress asked whoever the people were lurking in the shadows.
I knew the blonde bitch receptionist would find the opportunity to humiliate me
further too good to miss. She emerged from the shadows and stood over me,
looking down at me.
" How can I please you Miss." I forced myself to say.
" You couldn't do anything to please me.....whore" She sneered at me.
" I'm sorry Miss." I said looking up at her. She was enjoying herself very
much." The other one's very nice though." She said looking at Kristy.
" Can I make an appointment to see her ?"
" You have excellent taste in women." Simon was smiling as he said it.
He obviously enjoyed adding to my humiliation and embarrassment.  Perhaps he
wanted the Mistress to keep Kristy instead of me too. He certainly seemed to be
more gentle removing the wires and things on and inside her than he was with me.
Monica took us back to our cages and smiled at Kristy. She was very pleased with
the woman she wanted the Mistress to keep. Then she looked at me. " Why don't
you just give up you old whore. Kristy is going to win this little contest."
" I'm not giving up Miss. I'm sorry to disappoint you." Monica flicked the crop
through the air so I could hear the menacing noise it made.
" We'll see bitch. Your pain isn't over yet." I got down on my hands and knees
on the floor of my cage with my arse stuck up in the air before Monica had time
to tell me to. " You can do with me as you choose. You can whip me whenever you
want to Miss; I'll do anything you tell me to.  But I'm not giving up."
I had my face buried in the concrete floor of my cage as I waited for the sound
of the crop whizzing through the air and the sting of it's leather tip on my
arse. I heard the door to the cage room closing.  Nervously I lifted my head and
looked around: Monica was gone.
Kristy had a sickeningly smug look on her face. But we were both too exhausted
to argue or throw insults at each other. We curled up on our bunks and quickly
fell asleep. I don't know how long we slept for, but it felt like I'd been
asleep a very long time when Monica woke me with the crop.
I hadn't seen Monica in anything but Mistress type outfits since I got back from
the Gold Coast. She was dressed that way again. Big red leather boots, leather
skirt and bra with silver studs on them; and as always, carrying a riding crop.
Monica was obviously enjoying playing Mistress.
She took us to separate bathrooms where we were given half an hour to bath and
prepare ourselves for the next phase of the contest. I had no problems dressing
myself in my white slave girl outfit now. I tied the short jagged hemmed skirt
in a knot at my hip; and slipped the sheer silk scarf over my neck, crossed it
in front, above my breasts; cupped my breasts in the sheer material and tied it
in a knot at my back.
Monica took us upstairs to the veranda that looked out to the east, towards
Bondi. It was a clear winters morning; the sun shining into the enclosed
veranda. Monica had us get down on our hands and knees on the cold tiled floor
with our faces touching the floor and our arses up in the air. There was a cane
couch behind us next to the Fountain with the Statue of The Naked Lady. " Don't
fucking turn around. Keep your faces on the floor." Monica said as I felt the
sting of the crop on my arse.
" Lift your fat arse higher slut." Monica sneered at me as she hit me with the
crop again. " That's good Kristy." Monica said to her. " That's very good."
Kristy didn't feel the sting of the crop on her arse. All she felt was the
gentle touch of Monica's hand as she caressed her.
There were footsteps behind us, walking towards us, they stopped. " You stupid
fucking slut !" Kristy's face went suddenly pale as she heard her husband's
voice. " Lynne is SEVEN years older than you. SEVEN ! She's thirty fucking two
for Christ's sake ! You shouldn't have any trouble beating this old whore, you
should win this contest easily. The same as some 18 year old slut would beat you
easily."
" I will Master I promise." Kristy flinched as the crop slapped hard against her
arse.
" It's bad enough that you're such a flat chested slut." The crop slapped her
hard again." But you had to be a fucking smart arse slut too didn't you Kristy?"
" I'm sorry Master." Kristy panted, just as the crop stung her arse again.
" Zaheer was always going to value you higher than her. Even a dumb fucking
whore like you should have been able to figure that out Kristy.  There's no
fucking way this bitch is worth more than you; but you fucked up. Didn't you
bitch ?" The crop struck her loudly again.
" Yes Master I fucked up, it won't happen again, I'll win, I promise I'll win
this contest....I'm sorry....."
" You will be very sorry if you fuck up again Kristy." Her husband's voice had
an ominous sound to it.
There were more footsteps, voices, people moving around behind us.
" This part of the contest will be decided by Rex." The Mistress said from
behind us. I heard Kristy's husband's footsteps as he walked away, I think he
sat on the cane couch behind us.
" Rex has a great nose for pussy. He hasn't tasted either of you yet, unlike
Princess who already knows how you both taste; as I'm sure you'll both remember.
Lift your arses up Ladies." The Mistress said in a mocking tone. Then I heard
Rex's paws on the tiles.
" Which of them has the nicest tasting pussy Rex? Go on Rex, show us."
Monica folded back what there was of our tiny skirts. Our arses and cunts were
exposed for all to see, and for Rex to taste. " Here Rex." She called out, and I
heard the big Rottweiller's paws on the tiles as he walked towards us. Rex knew
Monica intimately already.
I could hear him panting as he got closer, then he stopped. I could feel his hot
breath between my legs; I thought his cold nose faintly brushed against my arse
but I wasn't sure. " That's it Rex." I said to myself. "Taste my sweet pussy,
you'll like my pussy......" I wanted to feel his tongue on my lips and against
my arse hole. I wanted him to stick his big tongue inside me; but he seemed to
move away.
I tilted my head slightly so I could see Kristy; our faces were only a few
inches apart. I could tell from the look on Kristy's face that she could feel
Rex behind her.
It's hard to imagine a situation more degrading than this. Two women on their
hands and knees on the floor with their arses stuck up in the air, their legs
apart and their cunts exposed so  a dog could decide which of the two tasted
better.
I felt totally degraded and humiliated and I loved feeling that way. I could
tell from the look on Kristy's face that she loved it too. Looking back, I'd
surrendered my dignity surprisingly quickly and easily since that night in the
garage. The fact is: I get off on being degraded and humiliated. I get off on
being treated like a cheap whore. That's who I am; that's what I am. The warm
juices flowing out of my cunt was proof enough of that, if any more proof was
needed.
Neither of us had any sense of dignity left any more; we had no use for it; we
found no pleasure in dignity. All either of us wanted at that moment was to feel
the dog's tongue between our legs.
The expression on Kristy's face suddenly changed and she moaned loudly. I could
hear the sound of Rex's tongue licking her. " Fuck." I swore softly to myself;
but Kristy heard me. She tilted her head and our eyes met. " That's it Rex." She
whispered at me. " Lick my pussy. You love my pussy. I taste better than her."
Then she moaned loudly and buried her face in the floor and moaned again.
The licking sounds suddenly stopped, and the expression on Kristy's face changed
again. I could feel Rex behind me again; his hot breath on my wet cunt. Then his
long rough tongue slid over my lips and arse hole.  I grunted loudly and my body
flinched from the sudden jolt of pleasure.
He licked me a few more times and I groaned loudly as his tongue jabbed at my
arse hole and then slid over my cunt. It's hard to describe how good a dog's
tongue feels; how much pleasure it gives a woman.
Any woman who hasn't experienced a dogs tongue like this has no idea what she's
missing out on; as I didn't until recently. A dogs tongue is so big and long and
hot and rough and hard and......it's just incredible.
Every woman loves the feel of a man or a womans tongue on her lips and clit and
inside her cunt and arse hole. But  no man or woman can give you the pleasure a
dog can. And a dog as skilled and experienced at pleasuring a woman in this way
as Rex is, is an experience no woman should deny herself.
Kristy had almost climaxed from having Rex's tongue between her legs and I was
quickly close to orgasm myself when he stopped. He couldn't decide which of us
tasted better.
" Come on Rex. Come here boy....." I called out in desperation.
" Shut the fuck up bitch." Monica yelled at me and slapped my arse with the
crop. I knew what she was doing. She wanted to frighten Rex away from me. Maybe
it worked, maybe it didn't, but I could tell by the look on Kristy's face where
Rex's tongue was. I was so angry with myself for calling out like that. I felt
even worse when I heard Rex's tongue lapping away loudly between Kristy's legs.
I kept hoping he'd stop licking her and come back to me; but he didn't.  He
suddenly lunged forward and his big paws were on Kristy's back; he was trying to
mount her; trying to get his huge cock inside her. He'd knocked me over in his
eagerness to fuck Kristy and I was lying on the floor watching his big cock
jabbing at her cunt as he tried desperately to to get it in her.
" Oh God Yes......" Kristy cried out. Her eyes were on fire as the big
Rottweiller tried to mount her and stick his huge cock inside her.
" That's enough." The Mistress said from behind us. " Get him off her and take
him down to Therese; she'll take care of Rex.
Kristy was panting like a wild thing yelling out for Rex to fuck her; to stick
his big  dog cock inside her and fuck her. She whimpered pathetically as Monica
pulled Rex off her just as she'd felt his cock about to enter her.

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