THE PAVILION
Part V
The knock on the door awakened Penny with a start. She was
still groggy from the previous night's activities. As she started
to rise, she realized her hands were cuffed together and to also
cuffed to the bed head. She also realized that she was still
stark naked. Barry started for the door.
"NO, DAMMIT!" screamed Penny. "Last night was enough!
Don't you dare let anyone else see me like this. Untie me and
let me get dressed before you let anyone in!!"
"Sorry, darlin'," said Barry calmly, almost coolly. "You
still just don't get it, do you. You don't have a choice. Your
training will continue all week. You'll notice you still have
on the purple collar of a slave in training." Barry opened the
door.
Penny curled up to cover as much of herself as she could,
dying of embarrassment. It was Eve, the nurse. She had a tray
of food for Penny. Well, at least it was a woman. Penny
wondered what time it was and glanced at Barry's watch on the
nightstand--5 o'clock. Penny was surprised that she'd slept all
day.
"Hello, Penny," said Eve gleefully. Penny noted she wore a
green collar this time--the collar of a trained slave. Eve was
dressed in black high heels and a black strapless minidress. The
dress was slightly transparent on top, and the outline of Eve's
nipples were just visible through the thin material. It was cut
very low, which exposed her breasts almost to the nipples. The
skirt was opaque, but was made of strips of cloth about two
inches wide. The short skirt barely covered the bottom of her
asscheeks. She obviously wore nothing underneath! If Eve sat or
bent over, her cunt would be revealed to anyone who cared to
look! Even as she walked normally, the strips of cloth parted
slightly to reveal glimpses of thigh, ass, and even an occasional
glimpse of pubic hair. Eve put the tray down on the table. "I
hope you are feeling well. You have a show to do tonight. I
can't tell you how we enjoy these weeks. You will, too, after
you learn to appreciate your role."
"No way! You are all sick! I can't wait to get out of
here," retorted Penny.
"I felt the same way my second day of training. That was
about six years ago. It has opened a whole new world of
excitement for our marriage. For instance, my dress is the
uniform for all slaves. It is exciting to dress so the Masters
can catch glimpses of your tits and pussy. We are never allowed
to hide them completely. It keeps their attention. You'll see."
Barry unlocked Penny's handcuffs from the bed head and led
her toward the table. Suddenly, Penny tore her handcuffs from
his grasp and bolted for the door. Eve responded quickly. She
tripped Penny and Barry picked her up from the floor. Penny
lashed out with her feet, trying to kick him in the balls. Barry
threw her to the ground, quickly turned her over on her stomach,
sat on her back facing her feet, and put on the ankle cuffs and
hobble she had worn the night before.
"There, that should hold you. You now have two infractions
for which you must be punished. Remember, you tried to kick me
last night, too. Of course, your punishments will be in addition
to your normal training exercises. Keep it up. Everyone looks
forward to slave punishments...even most of the slaves." With
that, Eve abruptly turned and left, closing the door behind her.
Penny sat and ate--silently for a change. She knew she was
beaten--for now.
Barry allowed her to do her bathroom chores without
handcuffs, but the hobble remained. When Penny came out, she
found that Barry had placed a pair of black high heels and a
pareo on the bed. He motioned for her to put these on. Penny
knew she would be allowed nothing more for the evening. She was
thankful to be covered at all! Penny put on the pareo. There
was a velcro strip at the top of the left side. When the dress
parted as she walked, all that could be seen was a glimpse of leg
and side. Barry attached the handcuffs to the ring in the back
of her collar, drew her hands up behind her back, and cuffed them
in a crossed position. This forced her breasts out firmly.
Penny was very uncomfortable and felt very vulnerable and
helpless in this position.
"You remember that I said you would be blindfolded and
gagged each time you would be presented in the Grand Arena. Now
is the time." Barry placed a hood over Penny's head. There were
nose cut-outs for breathing, but Penny hated to have her head
confined in even a hairnet! But she didn't resist. She endured.
Barry checked the blindfold portion of the hood to make sure the
eye covers were snapped in place correctly to totally cover her
eyes. "Open wide." Barry had a penis gag in his hand. It was
about two inches wide and two inches long, with a wide base to
cover her mouth snugly. Penny knew it was useless to resist, and
opened her mouth. Barry snapped the gag in place and secured it
with a cord tied behind Penny's neck. Penny felt she was all
tits and cunt under the pareo. She also noticed that she felt
her clit swelling, and a tell-tale trickle of cunt juice stream
down her leg.
Unknown to Penny, the last half inch of the velcro strip
holding her pareo had been reversed, and would not close. Barry
smiled to himself as he attached a long cord with a velcro strip
at the end to the end of the velcro strip holding Penny's pareo
together. Penny was unaware of what he was doing.
"Purely diabolical," thought Barry.
Finally, he attached the leash to the ring in the front of
her collar. "Show time!" announced Barry, and, picking up both
the cord attached to the velcro and Penny's leash, led a blind,
gagged, and very reluctant slave in training as she hobbled out
the door to the waiting dinner audience.
"MMmmmmmpppphhhhh!" was all Penny could get out of her gag,
as she tried to get Barry to slow down. She couldn't see where
she was going, and was afraid she would fall. But Barry was
careful to guide her over rough spots and down steps. He didn't
want her hurt--at least not in an uncontrolled manner.
Meal time had just begun, and people were roaming
everywhere--up at the buffet line, eating, and just talking. As
they entered the Grand Arena, Barry noticed all the slaves were
dressed just as Eve had been. He soon spotted Jim and Nancy.
Greg and Eve were at the same table.
Penny didn't really know what was in store for her, but she
remembered something about "on display for the meal." Barry led
her straight for a table bathed in light in the center of the
sunken dance floor. As Barry guided her down the steps through
the tables toward what she guessed to be the dance floor, Penny
noticed the noise in the Grand Arena turned to applause and
cheers. She felt that all eyes suddenly were on her. As they
neared the edge of the dance floor, Penny began to pull back, but
was no match for Barry's insistent tugging on her collar.
As they stepped onto the dance floor, Barry suddenly yanked
on the string, and Penny felt the sudden shock of the pareo
ripping completely open, held only by Penny's arms against her
back! The Grand Arena suddenly became quiet except for gasps of
astonishment. The sudden quiet quickly turned to even louder
cheers of approval. As Penny felt the cool air against her
exposed tits and pussy, she quickly realized the scene she
presented. She instinctively tried to curl over a little and
turn away from the audience, but Barry continued to pull her
toward center of the room. As she followed and resisted, she
stepped on the pareo, pulling it away from her back. It floated
to the floor and Penny was once again cruelly displayed to an
audience--helpless, totally naked, and fully visible from both
front and rear.
Barry turned around to make sure she was following without
any problems. The gasps of the audience at her sudden nudity
were understandable. She was extraordinary! Tall, tanned,
golden blonde hair. Long legs tapering gracefully from her hips
to her tantalizing high heels. Even in hobbles, her walk appeared
more like a graceful stroll. Tiny waist. Large, firm tits with
dollar-sized nipples pointed. Barry noticed an enticing jello-
like bounce of her tits as she walked. She would absolutely fail
the pencil test! From the front, her tight, flat abdomen flowed
downward to end in the slight protuberance of her pubic mound.
Her bald pussy was most proudly displayed. Her outer lips parted
slightly, allowing the inner lips to protrude a bit through the
crevice. Her clitoris stood out proudly between the inner lips.
It appeared to swell a bit, peeking out carelessly from its
hooded covering. The positioning of her arms made her equally
delicious from the rear. The taper of her legs allowed a
separation where thighs gracefully met buttocks. Barry knew her
pussy was clearly visible from the rear as well as from the
front, especially when she bent even slightly. Penny soon
realized the ridiculousness of curling up. If she bent over, she
presented an even more degrading picture to the audience! She
decided to stand straight and tall, and allowed herself to be
gracefully led by the leash to her unknown fate. Once again, she
became aware of an increasing sensitivity in her clit and pussy
as she walked.
Greg and Jim came forward to help Barry in case Penny again
decided to bolt. Barry unlocked Penny's ankle cuffs, her high
heels were removed, and Jim and Greg lifted her up onto the same
table as she had occupied the evening before. After kneeling,
Penny's knees and ankles were strapped to the now-familiar
bolsters, about two feet apart. Barry then reattached a cuff to
each ankle, released Penny's handcuffs, and reattached each wrist
to the OPPOSITE ankle. Penny found herself in the same position
as the evening before, kneeling in a backward taught position,
with tits and cunt lewdly exposed to the viewing audience.
Again, she felt the tingle in her pussy, and felt another trickle
of cunt juice slowly make its way down her leg. Penny realized
she was getting more excited in spite of her humiliation!
The club manager announced loudly, "Penny, as you were told
last evening, you have eaten early, and have been led here to
serve as the centerpiece for the evening meal. During the meal,
the dinner guests will have full freedom to manipulate your body
in any way they desire, so long as they do not move you from your
position. After the meal, you will continue your slave training.
For now, you will be kept blindfolded so you cannot see what is
about to happen, or who is responsible. Your role during the
meal shall be to simply provide entertainment."
Penny heard the gentle rustling of people as they rose from
their chairs but realized that she couldn't tell if people were
coming toward her, or simply resuming their dining activities.
The noise level of conversation did increase substantially. The
thought that she was totally exposed and helpless to prevent
strangers from exploring her most intimate places at will caused
humiliation to be shared with fear. She was also embarrassed
that her EXCITEMENT LEVEL WAS STILL RISING!!
The first sensation Penny felt was a finger slowly tracing
circles around her navel, almost as if it was daring her to guess
which direction it would go next, up or down. Penny's breath
became irregular and gasping. IT TICKLED!! The finger became
multiple fingertips, rapidly dancing up and down her rib cage and
across her abdomen. Penny struggled to escape the maddening
sensations, but could not.
"AAaaaaMMMMMMMMMMMppppppphhhhhhhh."
Suddenly the dancing fingers were gone, only to return again, ON
HER SOLES!! BETWEEN HER TOES!! BOTH FEET AT ONCE!! Her
struggles were resumed anew, but also to no avail, and the
sensation was gone again.
The next sensation was a finger slowly sliding down her
belly from her navel, skipping her clit, and returning below it
to slide down between her inside pussy lips to the entrance to
her cunt, where it stopped, and began to wind its way back up
again, again skipping her clit. Penny smelled PERFUME! It was a
WOMAN! Penny's aversion to lesbian activities had not waned
since the night before. But she was helpless to prevent the
attack! As the finger continued to slowly slide back and forth,
it no longer skipped her clitoris. Each stroke brought a new
wave of heightened pleasure and demand for more. As Penny neared
climax, the finger stroking her cunt was joined by a pair of lips
simultaneously on each nipple gently tongue-flicking and sucking.
The smell of perfume was suddenly gone, and the stroking finger
was replaced by a new, thicker one--and, in spite of Penny's
aversion to lesbians, she was disappointed to feel it was a less
experienced one.
The new stroking finger was now ENTERING her cunt with each
stroke. Back and forth. Going DEEPER with each stroke.
Going FASTER with each stroke. Touching the clit a little HARDER
with each stroke. New lips sucked harder and the tongues flicked
faster! Penny's sexual desires were rapidly increasing beyond
control. She was aware that her hips were rising and falling
with each stroke of the finger, and she was breathing deeper in
an attempt to increase the attention her tits were receiving by
the unseen lips and tongues. Penny felt her clit was so swollen
it would explode. The engorgement of blood had made it
SUPERSENSITIVE!!! It had swollen well beyond its hooded sheath
and the head was directly exposed to the exploring finger! The
slightest touch was maddening. As Penny neared climax, someone
started tickling her ribs and soles again. Although this added
more sensations, the combination of intolerable tickling
detracted from the sexual tensions, and the nearing climax
subsided before it could be reached.
Again, just as suddenly as they had started, the sensations
were gone. Penny was mad with denial. She continued her humping
motions in an effort to find something--ANYTHING--that would
satisfy her need! Then PAIN!!!
PAIN in her left tit! Then her right! She was being
WHIPPED--NO, her TITS, her GLORIOUS TITS were being WHIPPED. Not
hard, BUT IT HURT!! She was madder than hell, but she was also
helpless to stop the snakelike snaps. Penny couldn't see that
the "whip" was actually a small crop with two thin string-like
knotted cords attached. It would not mark, but it would SMART!
"MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHH, MMmmmmmpphhhh," again. Her
struggles were useless--she could only wait until the tormentor
had had his fill of her helplessness and struggling. Then it
stopped, and the finger returned to her slit again, starting its
maddening sensation all over again. Then the PAAAIIINN again!!
And so it continued throughout dinner. Tickling, sexual
torment to the brink of release, and then PAIN!! There were many
tormentors, but all performed basically similar feats. She felt
as though she had been tormented by the entire audience--masters
and slaves alike. Penny screamed and shrieked "MMMMPPpppphhhhh!"
into a silent gag throughout most of dinner!
After about an hour of almost continual torment, Penny again
heard the club manager's voice. "Masters and slaves! Now we
shall continue with Penny's slave training. She will finish her
training which was started last night, and then she will learn
control of reflexes!"
The audience roared its applause. Penny felt hands untying
her legs. She was lifted from the table, and her high heels were
put back on her feet. Penny was taken behind the curtain on
stage and repositioned across a different device. When the
curtains were parted, Penny was again rolled down to the dance
floor and was under the spotlight. Her position added a new
definition to the word "debased."
Penny was bent forward across a wide padded sawhorse, with
wrists and ankles chained widely apart to the side legs. Except
for the heels and hood, she was still totally naked! She was
presented ASS-UP and ASS-FORWARD toward the audience! The
onlookers had a clear and gapingly unobstructed view of her ass,
cunt, and asshole from behind! The hood remained, complete with
gag and blindfold. Penny was dying slowly within the confines of
her hood. She protested as much as she could, shaking her head
and struggling within her shackles. She also felt another
noticeable ooze of cunt juice seeping down her leg! She felt the
excitement building again, in spite of her disgraceful
presentation. "MMMMmmmmmph!!!" again.
Barry ignored her. "Masters and slaves, tonight we will
finish Penny's depilitorization. As we noticed last night, a few
hairs remain at the lower end of her cunt and around her asshole.
These will be removed tonight."
Penny's struggles renewed in their intensity. "MMMMMMMMMM-
MMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!," she protested vigorously
through the mask--and energetically shaking her head to no avail.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp STINGING near her asshole--and
AGAIN--and AGAIN--AND AGAIN!!! Barry was pulling out hairs with
a tweezer one by one! Her asscheeks tried desperately to narrow
the gap between them in anticipation of the next stab of pain,
and her anal sphincter contracted vigorously as each hair was
removed. The reflex contractions were dutifully appreciated by
the audience which clapped and cheered its approval. After the
noticeable hairs had been removed, Barry then applied the hot wax
to her ass and perineum, all with the appropriate protests and
struggles from Penny. But her real struggles began as he began
to remove the wax, pulling out the remaining hairs and stubble.
"AAAAMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!!" again, and again, with
exuberance!
Soon, Penny was truly smooth! She felt something pleasantly
cool being applied to her asshole. Then she felt something being
pressed into her anus! It stretched her wide, and it began to
hurt. Suddenly, she felt it "plop" in. As it continued in, the
sensation became more pleasurable, and she shuddered a little.
Finally, all three inches of the dildo was in, and Penny felt her
anal sphincter automatically tighten around the constricting
depression at its base, holding it in place. Barry stood back to
admire his newly plugged wife. The audience applauded and roared
its approval.
The first slap was on her right asscheek! It was a total
surprise AND IT HURT--BAD! It was followed by another on her
left asscheek! Just as BAD! BARRY WAS SPANKING HER UPTURNED ASS
WITH HIS HAND!! She tested her restraints to their limits, but
her struggles were, as usual, totally useless. Her ass presented
an ideal target. It was beautifully positioned and taught. She
could barely move, mew pitifully into the mask, and toss her head
violently. No matter how she tried to protest, her ass still
invited the blows. Barry was a master at spanking. He varied
the timing and location of the blows so that Penny had no way of
knowing when-or where the next one would land. Sometimes he
alternated cheeks. Sometimes he struck the exact same spot two
or even three times in succession, timing the slaps so that one
would hit just as the pain from the previous slap was reaching
its maximum intensity! Those REALLY got her attention!!
Sometimes Barry concentrated on the tops of her thighs, ignoring
her asscheeks completely. After a few seconds, the spanking
stopped.
"Jim, come up and help me," Penny heard Barry call out.
Barry continued, "Flick her clit, and finger her cunt while I
spank her ass. She might as well experience both pleasure and
pain at the same time!"
Penny felt Jim's finger start to work on her cunt and clit
much as earlier in the evening. She wondered if it had been Jim
earlier. Up and down her slit, pausing to slide in and out her
wet hole with each stroke. Then, without warning, the sliding
back and forth would stop, and Jim would concentrate on Penny's
clitoris. He varied between rubbing it vigorously back and forth
against her pubic bone, flicking it with his finger, and
squeezing and rolling it between his thumb and index finger. She
felt the flow of her juices trickling down her leg. She
shuddered to think how wet her pussy must look to the spectators
assembled behind her! Meanwhile, Barry had resumed the
spankings.
Penny was overwhelmed with sensations! At first, the sexual
torment, painful spanking, and an asshole stretched and filled to
the maximum amounted to nothing less than sheer torture. She
wanted to climax, but she also wanted the spankings to stop! As
Barry continued the torture, she became aware that the spankings
hurt less, and began to heighten the clitoral stimulation being
meted out by Greg. Gradually, the combination of opposing
stimulations began to work in synergy, and the sexual stimulation
was INTENSE!! Penny was once again nearing climax. She knew it
would be a teeth-shattering one, and dreaded the show she knew
she would present to the spectators. They would have a clear
view of her cunt as it spasmed, and would see the free flow of
juices which would pour out of her pussy. They would watch her
intense muscle contractions against her bindings, and would hear
her pitiful mewing sounds she would make through her gag. She
was thankful they couldn't see her facial expressions through her
mask.
--------------------To Be Continued in Part VI
