Lord Dagmar’s Estate

There was a light at the end of the tunnel and Laura made her way towards it. The bumps and bruises that she had picked up along the way seemed to drift away and be replaced with a warm glow that buoyed her along. Fortunately the light at the end of the tunnel did not turn out to be a locomotive bearing down on her, instead it widened out into a large hall that looked like it had been hewn from the rock. There were no windows, but several blank screens adorned the walls, light came from large chandeliers hung from a high ceiling and a wooden stage dominated one end of the fifty meter long hall. Two long wooden tables ran the length of the hall with benches either side, and the victorious women were sitting along them picking at the appetisers laid out along them.

Laura stopped on the threshold to straighten her dress and take a moment to look over the tables. Delightedly she saw that the girl in shorts she had been admiring was sitting on thee end of a group, there was a spare space beside her. As she walked to take her place there her pussy tingled, she wondered if the girl had sat there just so Laura could sit next to her. Her hopes were justified when the girl saw her and broke into a wide smile, with a trace of blush on her cheeks.

“Hey” Laura said as way of greeting.

As opening lines went, it was not the most inspired or original but she managed to say it in a calm and steady voice which hid the butterflies she was feeling inside.

She needn’t have worried though. Once they were sat next to each other it was clear that the girl, Samantha was her name, had taken a shine to her too whilst travelling on the locomotive opposite her. Conversations sawed back and forth across the tables breaking ice and swapping stories. It appeared that the story every woman had on how they had ended up there was the same. An unexpected letter and an undeniable command.

The numbers grew in the hall, so women managing to come through the ordeal looking completely unscathed, others with an item or two of clothing missing, and a few with a definite lack of modesty providing material. Most were just overjoyed to have made it. The girl with the painted on clothes was one of the last and smiled coquettishly, flaunting and pouting in a way that belied any modesty at all.

The hall soon filled up, and shortly after the last woman had entered the woman in the red cat-suit came through the tunnel with her entourage and they took there place on the stage.

“Welcome victors”, she said, for the first time with a smile on her face.

You have made it to the Lower Hall, those you have vanquished are being taken lower, and you will spend your first evening and meal here, celebrating”. The woman in reds tone was condescending, but everyone in the hall seemed to yield to it.

“So let us begin”.

With a sharp spin on her heel, she and the entourage took there places at a table on the stage. At her signal waitresses had begun to appear carrying platters of food. All the waitresses were dressed in Black latex French maid outfits. To a woman they were all gagged with a black ball gag which stood starkly out against there scarlet painted lips. The skirts stood out like tutus showing bulky metal chastity belts that made the women hobble as they walked, emphasised by the four inch heels they all wore. As they approached closer Laura saw that holes in the tops allowed their breasts to hang out which had small clamps attached to each nipple with a connecting silver chain.

As they hobbled out Laura was it was not just the bulky metal panties and the heels that were making them walk in such a way, it looked to her like the chastity devices were holding something in too. Once the spectacle was over and the maids had left the room the feasting began. The food was abundant and varied. All the woman had been travelling for some time so no one held back from such a promising spread.

The energy that had built up on the train between the women had dissipated somewhat in the arena battles, but now the main course was over and the chatter had grown again. The women were relaxing and hands were placed on thighs to emphasise points and body contact grew more and more pronounced.

Before long though the woman in red had strode forward to make her next address.

“I know you are all eager to get to know each other so much more closely, but fear that we will make sure you have plenty of time for that”.

The talking had completely ceased, the tone of the woman’s voice was different to before, Laura could tell she was about to announce something she was excited about or enjoying.

“Before we indulge in desert”, she went on, “you might like to know how your less worthy counterparts are getting on. Behold, the losers.”

The screens mounted on the walls all sprang into life showing a line of girls restrained in a damp cavern where the light was not the warm and pleasant type. Water dripped from the ceiling. Each of the girls was restrained with five metal bands. Four of them pinned they’re ankles and wrists to the rock wall whilst holding them in an open and exposed X position. The final band went around each woman’s waist pinning that in place too.

A number of the guards in the black latex walked down the line, pulling down boob tubes, ripping open tops and pulling breasts out of bras. After each guard had exposed all her charges tops they turned they’re attention to a large brass pipe running along a couple of meters in front of each woman. In front of each captive were two nozzles, and one by one the guards opened them up and directed the twin jets of water at the woman’s breasts at that station.

The effect was not uniform. The first few girls screamed and thrashed as their sensitive nipples were subjected to the jets of water. A few did not, Laura had heard that not all women nipples were as sensitive, she was just glad hers were not suffering that fate tonight.

Once the nipple jets were on the guards walked up and down the row, their own latex covered bodies providing momentary relief from the jets before they passed and the water slammed back onto the restrained women making them cry out anew. The water meanwhile fell down the guards rubber bodies, running in rivulets and dripping down onto the floor. The momentary relief afforded to each woman by this seemed outweighed by the renewed assault.

Planted into the wall near the waist of each restrained woman was a fist sized button, and while they had previously dormant they now began to glow. When one did a guard broke off from pacing the line and went over to the woman. Standing in front of her, the guards back shielded her from the jets, her white boob tube top had been pulled down and her mini skirt had ridden up when her legs were forced apart showing just the hint of a red thong. Smiling evilly she leant over and pressed her palm against the button.

A jet of frothing water sprang up from a hole in the floor, gushing up and hitting her pussy, soaking her thong. The girl gasped and struggled as the guard leaned close. As the guard let go of the button the water stopped pummelling into the woman’s open vagina. Gasping the girl caught her breath and sagged against her bonds. The guard was not that kind, and just as the girl relaxed pressed the button again. The girl sobbed and struggled as the guard repeatedly hit the button sending pulses of high pressure water into the woman’s pussy. Finally, the guard spun away from the girl slamming down the button as she did, letting the nipple jets hit as the gushing stream hit the woman’s pussy again. Screaming and struggling afresh the girl was pummelled by the water.

Along the line Laura could also see the woman who she recognised as the first loser of the arena; her long dress had been torn straight down the front and now hung more or less behind her like a robe. Confirming what Laura had thought when watching earlier the woman had no underwear on and all three jets of water were mercilessly tormenting her. As Laura watched her try to move her hips she realised the jet on the woman’s pussy was driving her to an orgasm. She was again proved correct as the woman threw her head back with a sobbing wail, her hips buckling uncontrollably as her hands clenched and unclenched of their own accord.

One woman seemed to having better luck than the others, she was wearing a pair of skinny, cropped jeans, and the extra padding was obviously giving her comfort as she could not help but grin as the other girls were pummelled hard, even though her own breasts were at the mercies of the twin jets. The guards though were never going to accept this and two of them walked up, calmly undid the fly of the jeans and both put a hand in. The captive moaned as she felt the hands move around near her sensitive area but this turned to a cry as the two guards both savagely pulled out ripping the jeans down through the crotch. Unrestrained by the tight jeans the woman’s pussy lips bulged in the opening, held in check by a pair of gold panties. These were also ripped off eliciting another cry from the stricken woman and leaving her very exposed. Both the guards leaned in and began to kiss the cheeks and neck of the worried girl, as they did so one pushed in the button adding the woman’s screams to the others.

Laura and many of the other women in the hall were getting turned on by the losers helplessly bucking forms as they suffered orgasms and poundings from the water frothing as it hit their bodies. Laura turned cold for a moment though as she saw the woman she had defeated to get through. The Hispanic woman she had put there was snarling and shouting, her curses were lost in the general din but the look in her eyes made Laura nervous. The woman still fought as the water jet hit the exposed flesh between her legs, and even as she had an orgasm the angry look persisted in her eyes.

Before Laura could dwell on it overly long she realised that the sound had been dimmed down and the woman in red was speaking again, announcing that desert was served.

Once the desert course was done away with the lady in the red latex cat-suit had another surprise. As she walked to the front of the stage, the food was removed from the hall by the French maid waitresses and the tables were cleared from the stage.

“Now, you have all made it this far, but we are sure there is at least one person here that deserves to be singled out, one of you that is the slut of the group, one that everyone else would like to see given their comeuppance for flaunting what they have with the lack of dignity that marks her out as the whore.”

“And in true mob fashion”, she said smiling even more at the phrase, “you will all choose her.”

The woman wearing the body paint was looking very worried at this point, her brazen attitude shed as she realised she had put herself in a prime position to be the looser in this case.

“Under the table at each of your places is a tablet, if you could retrieve them now.”

There was a general shuffling and ripping of Velcro as the women found the small electronic touch screen displays with the layout of the hall on them.

“All you have to do is press the seat on the display that you wish to point out as the slut of the group and you will have voted. To make it a little more interesting you will have ten seconds to vote, and if you do not the vote will be recorded against yourself.”

The screens around the hall changed to show in large figures the number 10, and then almost straight away began counting down.

It took the women sitting in the hall a few seconds to realise their predicament, but they rapidly caught on and most only took a second to cast their vote. Laura, was torn, she felt sorry for the body paint woman for her confidence as she wished in some part that she had that level of self assurance, but after seeing what had happened to the loser of the arena she did not want in any way to seal the same fate for herself. With only a few seconds left she realised she did not want to put herself forward in any way as a victim so she voted for the scantily cad and now very worried looking woman.

The timer reached zero, flashed and the screens went blank along with all the data tablets the voting had been carried out on.

Smiling the woman in red announced. “The votes are in; the biggest slut has been selected, so please stand up.”

As the lights in the hall dimmed a spotlight fell on the obvious choice, and flushing with colour she slowly rose. Turning towards her the woman in red beckoned.

“Come on slut,” she purred, “this is where you belong.”

The newly acclaimed slut slowly walked up to the stage. Laura admired the way she had not broken down but was walking up with her head held up and had her composure. As she neared the stage a large object covered with a purple drape was brought forward into the centre of the stage. Once the slut was had walked up the steps and was met by two of the smiling guards the drape was removed with a flourish. The hall fell silent as the assembled women took in the revealed contraption.

The main part looked like an inverted ‘Y’ it stood over seven feet tall and was supported from behind. The ‘Y’ shape was made from some kind of planking covered with leather or rubber. About half way up the vertical plank was a horizontal one stretching out two feet either way. Adorning these was a variety of straps. What drew everyone’s attention though, especially the newly named sluts, was the contraption below the split of the ‘Y’. A large purple dildo coated in small rubber studs stood on the end of metal pole that looked like an inverted piston on a steam train.

The guards standing either side of the slut directed her to the machine, she looked like she was in shock and did not put up any sort of a fight, just let herself be led. Several more guards came out and lifted her in a kind of chair lift and placed her back against the upright board. Whilst they did this other guards did up the strap around her waist and two more held her thighs to either sloped section before more were tightened just above her knees and ankles.

Now her lower half was strapped in and her feet no longer touched the ground the slut seemed to wake up and began to struggle. Although as she attempted to free herself the guards were nonplussed and taking hold of a wrist each they strapped them to the ends of the horizontal plank. Now the slut was crucified with her legs held wide open. However the guards were no done yet. The girl was still struggling and arching her back. A strap just below her bust stopped this and a further two straps just above the elbows stopped all but the smallest amount of movement. To complete the picture a padded metal collar that was attached to the vertical plank was closed around her neck, holding it gently but firmly in place.

The girl was moaning and sobbing, seeing all the other women in the hall watching her be spread out and displayed, only wearing the small hot pants and her strappy sandal high heels. Her hands clenched and her feet twisted as she tried in vain to cover herself from all the eyes upon her. Now the guards had stood back, the woman in red approached standing next to her.  Finding the side seam in the hot pants she gave a savage pull ripping them down the side. As she walked around to the other side the slut was begging her to stop but the woman in red was deaf to her pleas. As the other side ripped the hot pants fell away, leaving a band of pale flesh against the body paint around them.

The girl broke into a fresh round of sobbing; her face reddened as her shaven pussy exposed and wet was now there for all to see. The woman in red caressed her face as she picked up a switch box connected to the back of the devise by a long lead.

She turned to face the crowd.

“Now, you’ve seen how she paraded in here, flaunting herself before you. What do you say now? Does she want it?”

The slut was wide eyed again, very aware of the long dildo poised just below her.

“Well,” the woman in red asked, “does she want it?”

A small murmuring of agreement ran through the crowd, but the woman in red was not impressed.

“Does she want it?” She repeated in a louder tone.

The response was louder as the crowd warmed up to the spectacle and after further goading was soon chanting

“Give it to the slut!”

The slut had stopped sobbing now and looked like she had regained some composure; it did not stop her from looking very worried though or twisting in her bonds. The lady in red was smiling at the loud chanting, and held up a hand for silence, which was obeyed instantly.

“You have all judged this girl a slut and so now we give her what she obviously wanted”, with this statement she pressed a button on the control box.

With a low whirring sound the dildo rose and pushed its head past the slut’s pussy lips. She gasped as the rubber intruder continued in burying its shaft deep into her. When it had fully impaled her the woman in red stopped the machine and let her wriggle for a few moments against the long rubber phallus. Then it slowly began to withdraw again eliciting a low moan from the slut as the studded surface passed out against her pussy lips. When all but the tip had withdrawn it reversed its direction once more and slowly re-entered causing yet another intake of breath from the pinned slut.

The dildo continued its leisurely journey in and out of the slut’s vagina as she moaned and wriggled in pleasure. The woman in red let this go on for a little longer before addressing the crowd again.

“And there she is, listen to the moans as she is exposed in front of you”

This drew more deep blushing from the slut who tried to ignore the slowly moving dildo. Her attempts were in vain though as it was moving deep into her and obviously causing her pleasure as it did so that she could not hide.

“Now, is this what you want to see?” The woman in red continued, leaving the question hanging in the air.

The crowd of women was silent for a few moments before, only softly at first, but with gaining volume and numbers a chant of “More, more MORE” drew up. The slut was shaking her head, but it only spurned the other women on.

Smiling at the mob behaviour of the crowd the woman in red made a show of slowly turning the dial on the control box. As she did so the dildo increased its pace, drawing out and thrusting back in with increased speed. The slut’s breath was coming faster now she knew the dildo was working on her and if left much longer she would cum in front of a hall full of women, open and exposed to them all. In between her panting Laura could see the look of fear or embarrassment on the girls face.

The woman in red was not finished yet though. The crowd was still chanting and she made theatrical gesture, cupping her hand near her ear as if she could not hear them. The crowd chanted harder and again she gestured, again the crowd raised their voices and looking surprised the woman pointed at the dial as if to say ‘is this what you mean’. As she did the crowd cheered and she stepped to the front of the stage.

“OK, you have decided the slut should be given her just deserts”

Another cheer.

With another theatrical gesture the woman in red raised the control box and twisted the knob to its maximum extent. The dildo now hammered in and out of the restrained girl and she let out a half moan, half scream at the increased pace. Within seconds Laura could see her hips trying to buck against the straps as an orgasm ripped through her and a scream of pleasure erupted from within her. After the orgasm had subsided the woman in red had slowed down the dildo to a more moderate pace, but had not switched it off. Laura could see the girl, now sweat streaked and tousled begging her to turn it off, but the woman in red merely smiled as she shook her head. Gesturing behind the slut she waved on some of the guards who began licking, stroking and kissing the sluts restrained body making her moan and wriggle once more.

Leaving the slut to the ministrations of the guards the woman in red addressed the rest of the assembled women.

“Now we have dealt with her it is probably about time we let the rest of you have your rewards. We have brought you all together here so find a partner and make her climax”. The last sentence was said with a flourish and several women around the room either drew each other into their arms or in some cases grabbed a startled looking girl next to them.

Within seconds most of the hall was caressing and fondling another woman. Laura decided not to let an opportunity pass and immediately turned to the smaller girl she had been talking to and had taken a shine to since first seeing her on the train. Her name was Kate and it looked like she had had the same idea as they both turned straight into each others embrace. Laura never thought thing would have gone this fast with another girl before, she had never really had any experience of the fairer sex but their tongues were now eagerly exploring each others mouths as their hands did the same around their bodies. Kate broke a long and deep kiss with a coquettish smile and placing her hands over Laura’s breasts bushed her down onto the bench. Kneeling in front of her she ran her hands up Laura’s hold-ups and found the exposed flesh of her thighs. As she stroked them with the tips of her fingers and slowly pulled them apart Laura gripped the bench as the sensations passed over her.

When her legs were spread and her dress had ridden up to her hips Kate leaned forward and pulling aside Laura’ thong kissed her already engorged pussy. Tingles of please ran through her as Kate’s tongue entered her and began flicking over her clit. Lost in the moment Laura ran her hands through Kate’s hair as she kneeled in front of her and pulled her head into her crotch moaning as the pleasure increased. She could see Kate’s eyes looking up at her as her tongue penetrated deeper into her vagina.

All around the room women were in similar states of pleasure and moans were filling the air. The slut was still being pumped by the dildo as the guards played with her restrained body and Laura could see that she was also building up to another climax. Rapidly a warm feeling of intense pleasure grew in Laura’s crotch and spread through her as she had a shuddering orgasm and screamed in pleasure.

As the waves of bliss subsided, she pulled up Kate and kissed her deeply tasting her own juices still in the girl’s mouth. Before Kate could say or do anything else Laura drew her round so they were both straddling the bench with Kate sitting in front of her. Reaching around her as she kissed her neck Laura slipped one hand up into the tied off blouse and found a breast which she began to squeeze and fondle. She let her other hand slip down the smooth skin of Kate’s stomach and prised open the button and zipper on the shorts fly. Reaching into the opened shorts Laura found the glossy fabric of her tights. Slipping her hand beneath them caused Kate to moan as she found the silkiness of her panties. Straddling the bench held Kate’s legs open and Laura began to massage the damp crotch of Kate’s panties. As her moans grew Laura popped Kate’s boobs out from under the blouse and rubbed faster. Soon she felt Kate’s hips begin to quiver and squeezing her breast in one hand she wormed a couple of fingers from the other around the panties and between Kate’s pussy lips. As she did this Kate held onto Laura’s waist as she rode up and down on the fingers in her screaming as she came.

Once everyone was satisfied in their pleasure the room slowly returned to a sense of normality, or as much as it could be in such a place. Just as Laura watched Kate re set her top and fasten her shorts the woman in red began goading them again.

“Come, take your pleasure, find another partner and rejoice in your place here.”

Before Laura could get over the fact that she was being asked to experience another orgasm at the hands of someone else new a woman had grabbed her wrist and was pulling her to a nearby table. The new woman was only wearing a g-string and T-shirt. She had obviously lost her lower half during the last round. She was as tall as Laura with a large bust and longer blond hair. As they reached the table she shrugged off her string with a smile and lying down on the surface pulled Laura down to her crotch. Laura, too overwhelmed to resist began licking the proffered pussy before pushing her tongue in between the woman’s swollen lips. The woman threw back her head and encircled Laura’s with her long legs, forcing her face against her crotch. Laura worked at trying to get a breath in whilst pushing her tongue further into the woman, trying to bring her to climax. Looking up she saw that another woman was now straddling the head of the blond and she was being licked out by her.

Eventually, after two orgasms the blond woman released Laura just as everyone was standing up and straightening themselves out again. Although Laura noticed that many of the women had lost clothing in the passion and a few were all but naked now. She noticed that Kate had managed to hang onto her clothing as well as a few other women. The respite was short lived though as the woman in red took centre stage once more.

“I am glad that you are all enjoying yourselves, however, there seem to be a few of you that consider yourselves above the rest, a few of you that are too stuck up and are not embracing our hospitality!”

With a slow dawning Laura realised that she was talking about her and those others that had hung onto their clothes and a small part of their modesty.

“So, I implore the rest of you, those that have embraced us and accepted our hospitality to show these girls how to let go.”

As the words faded Laura was very aware of the quiet in the room. Just the slut on stage moaning in her own world as the dildo sent her through orgasm after orgasm in its relentless cycle. She suddenly felt very alone in a room full of predators. Kate started backing away from the women closest to her which Laura saw was a mistake; instead she grabbed the closest girl and embraced her in a deep kiss. She knew this would probably only prolong her fate, but maybe she could have a bit more control over the situation.

As soon as the women had seen Kate’s nervous retreat they were all around her. Her top was quickly pulled off exposing her chest which a woman behind her encircled her hands around the girl to grab. In a few seconds Laura saw she was surrounded, others had her shorts undone and pulled down to her ankles. Suddenly she was lifted off the floor and her shorts pulled off with her boots leaving just the shimmering tights showing a pair of bight blue panties beneath them. Now she was in the air Laura could see she was all but helpless as the women tore at the crotch of the tights easily ripping it away and did the same to the panties.

Laura’s transfixion at this spectacle lead to her own downfall. As she had stood staring women were around her and had undone the tight lacing up the back of her dress. From behind her several hands pulled the dress up and over her head where it became entangled trapping her arms. She ended up leaning back over a table in this position, unable to see or use her arms, exposed from the neck down. Almost immediately she felt several pair s of hands reach out for her flesh. As she struggled to free herself from her dress her legs were parted and a tongue entered her vagina. Just after that she felt a pair of lips engulf each of her nipples. She struggled on moaning with pleasure as the mouths and hands worked over her body. Before she could free herself she orgasmed under the relentless attention of what seemed like hundreds of women.

Finally releasing herself from the dress, she cast it off and tried to stand up again. Laura realised that she was surrounded by at least ten women and even though she had just climaxed, there was no let up. Just as she managed to stand one of her feet was pulled up behind her. Her front fell forward and was caught by a busty brunette who kissed her deeply as the tongue retracted from her pussy and someone began to rub it instead.

Standing on one leg, with the other held up behind her and her chest still suckered by two mouths – belonging to two black haired girls she now saw – and only staying upright because she was held there and could go nowhere else Laura supposed she must have looked like some strange parody of swan lake. Across the hall she could see lots of women kneeling around something, then she realised it must be Kate. Her head was sticking out one end but the rest of her was covered by a mass of hands and mouths. One lower leg escaped for a few seconds and Laura saw the nylon covered toes splay wide as an orgasm ripped through the girl.

As Laura climaxed again she realised her situation was not hers any more. The brunette had taken one of her breasts and pushed it into Laura’s mouth as she had climaxed. She felt her other leg lifted and her whole body raised above the women as her boot then her hold-ups were ripped off her leaving only the red elasticised top of one of them round her thigh like a tattered garter. The lift was only a temporary relive though as now she was stripped naked they lowered her again. The last thing Laura remembered before her mind scattered was what seemed like hundreds of hands and mouths descending upon her naked body.