The Whipping Girl

Chapter 9- Let the Games Begin

The crowd of women was noticeably larger, louder, and wilder than at the first party. Several guests arrived together that were already in BDSM costumes. One artful outfit was made of colorful silk ropes weaved into a pattern of bright yellow sunflowers whose centers were the dark nipples of the pretty Asian woman they adorned. The design included a bright green stem that weaved down her abdomen and left leg to her ankle. At her crotch, the green rope defined the veins of a curving leaf that had tucked itself between her thighs to disappear from view.  Another leaf had snaked itself around her backside from her upper thigh to spread its veins across her slender ass and touch tips with its mate in a secret rendezvous between her shapely thighs. The ropes did not hinder her in any way, nor his view of her amazing body. They merely decorated her, leaving her arms and legs to gesture freely. She was interactive walking art that welcomed exploration from the other guests. She had to be Sumiko’s friend; only a world-renowned rope artist could have pulled this off so exquisitely.

Another couple in the same group had an interesting dynamic. One girl was dressed in a black and blue latex body suit with cutouts that let her mesh-covered breasts bounce enticingly. She held the leash of her partner, who crawled on her hands and knees at Latex's feet. Puppy wore dirty jeans and an old black t-shirt that seemed more out of place than her curious behavior. When they first arrived, Puppy had eagerly dragged her human around the yard to sniff butts and look up skirts. Latex formally introduced herself and her pet with such style and grace that even the snootiest of his grandparent’s dinner guests couldn't have faulted her manners. At a hand signal, Puppy obediently knelt at her mistress’s side and unobtrusively cuddled against her feet while she mingled.

The throng of women were so entranced by each other that they didn’t notice when Sabrina and Angel disappeared into the house. He barely noticed a shift in the music, from modern pop songs to a wordless tune in a minor key that subliminally built suspense and anticipation in the listeners. The crowd visibly reacted to the music, without any apparent thought as to why their mood had suddenly shifted. They seemed to grow restless and broke off conversations to mill about elsewhere, seeking a relief from the unnoticed tension. Sabrina shrewdly calculated her moment of entrance for this lull in conversation.

The music abruptly changed from the tension-building minor melody to a slow jungle rhythm carried by hand drums and a heavy bass beat. As the music’s tempo increased and other instruments joined the throbbing, Sabrina stepped through the porch door into a perfect close-up shot of her. He regretted dismissing Sabrina out of turn earlier when he got a good look at the costume she had donned tonight. A shining black leather bodice was tightly laced over her bulging tits, which were clearly visible through the lace-crossed gap that also showed off her navel piercing at its bottom hem. Her upper arms were bare but she wore black elbow-length gloves that highlighted the large metal shackles around her wrists. Silver rings decorated her gloved fingers. The tips of the fingers on her left hand all ended with silver claw rings in different styles. The middle finger sported one that looked like lacy jointed armor and ended in a long, particularly wicked point that extended well past the others. Over her right hand draped an interconnected network of chains that attached to a ring on each of her fingers, forming an intricate web across the back of her hand. Her cunt was covered by a pair of vinyl panties. The leather teddy held up a pair of old-fashioned, loose-weave fishnets that disappeared into her black high-heeled boots. In her hand was a long-tailed whip with a frayed tip that she expertly cracked at climatic notes in the jungle music. Her other hand held a heavy golden chain and with it she pulled Angel out onto the porch on her hands and knees.

Sabrina theatrically dragged a struggling Angel down the runway. She cracked the whip against Angel’s bare back whenever she fought against the chain. Angel bravely resisted being dragged down the thorny path on her knees, making quite a show of it. When they were halfway down the runway, where three cameras could capture the scene, Angel sat down on her butt and tried to use her feet to stop herself from being forcibly pulled forward into the crowd of wild women. Sabrina pulled hard enough to drag her about a foot, before giving a great yank that launched Angel to her feet, and then back onto her hands and knees in one fluid, comedic motion. Sabrina was put off her footing so that she ‘accidently’ fell into the arms of the waiting crowd and dropped Angel’s chain. Women dove for the leash, fighting each other to be the one who possessed the struggling beauty on her knees in the pathway - almost directly in front of two cameras that picked up every detail of her perfect performance. Finally, enough women had hold of Angel’s leash that she was easily pulled into the crowd and heavily molested by the eager whores. One woman dominated the others in the fight to posses the love slave, staking her claim by giving Angel a deep kiss, then forcing her to kneel at her latex-clad feet with Puppy. Puppy happily sniffed Angel and licked her face welcomingly, making Angel break character to giggle and smile.

Sabrina had certainly started the proceedings off with enthusiasm. She stood at the end of the runway and gave a similar address to the crowd as at the previous party. This time she had some additional information that he found quite exciting.

“For those of us wine-snobs whose sensibilities are affronted at the thought of drinking Chateau d'Yquem out of a Dixie cup, I would ask that you make this sacrifice to protect our serving girls from being harmed by broken wine glasses. You may have noticed each girl holding a tip jar. When you tip any of the serving wenches any amount, they have been instructed to bend over in order for you to try out your new toys on their asses. You may have noticed that they are inept at their jobs, and require assistance to perform even the simplest of tasks, such as loading drinks or snacks onto their tray, or clearing trash out of the collecting tub when it is full. Camellia here can’t even manage to get up the step on her own! I expect them to be thoroughly reprimanded for their service. Incidentally, I would ask that any guests that wish to don these three outfits and play along also follow the same rules.

“Additionally, we will play a game tonight, and the winner gets a prize.” Sabrina moved over to Latex and held out her hand for Angel’s leash, which was relinquished willingly with a nod of respect. Angel stood and casually walked to Sabrina’s side to stand obediently behind her on the path. “Angel is my most prized possession, and I wish to keep her protected from interlopers, or worse, her own depravity. I have locked her away in this 14K gold-plated, stainless steel chastity belt.” She guided Angel to turn around and bend over, then threw the flowing red fabric up to spill over her graceful back and drape across her shoulder. Sabrina held Angel’s ass cheeks apart to show off the belt's features to the drooling crowd. “You can see that this model has slits to allow flow through, but not enough access to penetrate the belt with anything, as well as an optional butt plug that inserts itself inside of the wearer to block any other intrusions.” The gleaming plug was firmly in place up Angel’s ass, held there by the chastity belt’s unyielding metal straps. Sabrina pulled Angel upright again, and used the chain to jerk her around to face the audience so hard that Angel’s braid whipped around and struck her back.

Sabrina moved to stand behind Angel and snake her glinting clawed and webbed hands around Angel’s hips to touch the metal plate pressed into her flat belly. “Here is the keyhole to my prized treasure, but I have lost the key.” The crowd groaned dejectedly, playing along with the set-up. “I dropped it into a bag that contained nine keys that fit nine other chastity belts. Now I must find nine willing maidens to don the other chastity belts, and determine which keys free them. The tenth key will belong to Angel’s belt. The chastity belts can be purchased in the purity swing nook, over there. When all of the belts have been purchased and put on, I will sell random keys to the highest bidders. I will not allow one person to buy more than one key, and a belt wearer may not bid on any of the keys. The belt maidens must find the holder of her key, and then somehow convince them to relinquish it. When all of the belts except Angel’s have been unlocked, the last key holder will be allowed to unlock my treasure and spend one full hour enjoying her however she desires.” The crowd went wild, clapping and cheering their delight at the game.

Sabrina ended her speech with admonitions that safety was priority one and an explanation of the safeword. This time when she ended her speech with the word Bonanza there was no hesitation before the crowd eagerly fought for position in the clearing closest to Sabrina’s demonstrations. This time he had a great shot of each object Sabrina brought out. Many of her featured products were to be expected: vibrating, jelly, and double-sided dildos of many different varieties, lubricants, and books on improving sexual performance. Mostly it was just the boring pervert mainstays that are regularly pitched at these parties.

She ended the rehearsed performance with a few interesting product placements for the benefit of Sumiko’s friends. His cock swelled during a short demonstration of a wand that looked to be full of dancing pink and purple electricity. A blue-haired volunteer from the audience was selected to assist in the demo. She was no stranger to pain if her pierced face was any indication. The volunteer appeared to know exactly what the mysterious wand in Sabrina’s hands would do. She lifted her arms over her head, took a deep breath, screwed her eyes shut, and braced for pain as Sabrina gently made contact with the skin on her exposed navel. She twitched and jerked away from the light touch, but held her ground and steeled herself for the shudders that rippled through her body as Sabrina lightly drew a heart around her glinting navel. A moment later he could see a few reddened spots appear that outlined a heart on her skin. He heard Sabrina call it a “violet wand,” and say they had a new shipment of a large variety of similar instruments that she was excited to be able to offer tonight. Demonstrations could be had at the medical table under Angel’s supervision and their use in or near pools was strictly prohibited, for obvious reasons. That thought made him giggle softly.

The volunteer returned to her seat, and Sabrina singled Sunflower out of the crowd to give a sales pitch about the brand of rope used to tie her, which of course can be purchased at the bondage nook. With that, the ladies were dismissed from the formal proceedings, and they spread about the yard in small groups to explore their sexuality.

This crowd certainly had more expert perverts than the last party. As expected, the bondage tree consistently drew the largest crowd. The pool area and hot tub remained neglected while daylight drained from the sky, allowing him to catch more of the conversation than last time. The runway was again a big success, and he got some great footage of women undressing and struggling their way into incredibly sexy outfits. His shots had multidimensional views thanks to the mirrors Kali had artfully hung in the trees to act as privacy walls. It made for an amazing video, to see multiple angles of the women as they bent and spread and bounced, the mirrors swaying slightly whenever a clumsy whore rammed her ass into it.

A couple of dykes entered a nook to change, one obviously submissive to the other. While the owner stripped her clothing from her she was still and silent, unless directed to move. She made the naked slave bend forward slightly. He now recognized her as the pierced girl from the violet wand demo, tipped off by the erotic vision of her heavily-pierced cunt being displayed to him from multiple angles. All along her pussy lips were large rings that lined up across her wet crevasse from alternating sides, creating a tunnel through which a half-inch thick metal barbell had been thrust to lock her cunt up tight. He wondered how heavy that solid metal bar was. He enjoyed imagining how uncomfortable it would be to have the weight tugging her pussy lips down when she was standing, or jammed against her cunt whenever she sat. The owner grabbed the barbell and gave it a hard yank, pulling the slave down to her knees by her stretching pussy lips.

The owner forced a straightjacket over the slave’s arms, walked around behind her to cross her arms behind her back and then moved back to the front to tie them. During her circle he got wonderful views of both of them, thanks to the mirrors. Owner was very rough as she pulled the strap between CuntLock’s legs as tightly as she could manage, then locked it into place with the rawhide strap. The slave’s face was contorted in pain but she held still and allowed Owner to fill her mouth with the tray gag and strap it behind her head. She grabbed the tray and used it to direct CuntLock’s head in a whirl of uncomfortable positions until she lost her balance on her knees and needed Owner’s help to right herself.  Owner let her squirm on the ground for a moment while she petted her own cunt, unseen by the cameras under the hem of her stylish and expensive little black dress. Eventually Owner pulled CuntLock roughly to her feet and lashed her legs together with tan medical restraints. She looked like an almost perfect replica of Straightjacket now, except the shocking blue hair that sat in place of the original’s shocking white hair. Owner dragged CuntLock out to the runway to show off the newest member of the wait staff to the customers.

Straightjacket was currently out of uniform on Angel’s table, receiving a deep tissue massage to ease the aches and return blood flow to her tormented limbs. Another woman had taken an interest and was assisting Angel with the massage. Angel seemed pleased and impressed at her skill and left the task to her with Straightjacket’s consent. It didn’t take long before Straightjacket’s break time massage had a very happy ending. CuntLock covered her shift expertly, moving quickly from place to place despite the restraints. When tipped, she bowed to a perfect 90-degree angle and held it until she received her punishment. She wavered when her limits were tested, but never spilled a drop of the expensive wine, even when struck particularly hard; A claim Straightjacket could not make.

When her break was over and she was back in the serving outfit, Straightjacket and CuntLock held a silent but closely followed competition to see who made the better servant. As the bowing position was held longer and the beatings got harder, it became obvious to everyone attending that CuntLock was the clear winner. Her victory was sealed when a particularly hard thwap with a heavy wooden paddle sent Straightjacket face first into the thorn bushes, spilling half a tray of fine wine onto the runway model that was dancing her way toward the waterfall.

Sabrina was incensed at the servant girl for losing the contest and making her look the fool for not training her properly. Straightjacket was dragged to the medical table on her knees by her sodden tray. A small trickle of blood seeped into her hair from a thorn scratch across her cheek. With Angel’s help, Sabrina lifted Straightjacket onto the table and took a look at her scratch. While Sabrina made a show of strapping the whore to the table, Angel cleaned the scratch, put ointment on it, and surreptitiously checked her nose and face for any hidden damage from the fall.

“You have disgraced me, Camellia!” Sabrina shouted in anger so everyone in the yard would be aware of the scene playing out. “Punish her, my little angel. Maybe she will learn to hold her balance next time!” A buzzing sound began and the camera caught flashes of pink and purple light dancing inside the futuristic wand. Angel expertly probed and prodded Straightjacket to elicit sexy yelps of pain. She built up slowly, varying both her pace and location of attack. The serving tray effectively acted as a blindfold, blocking Straightjacket’s view of the wand that the on looking crowd could see so clearly. Angel’s hand sped through the air as she directed three short jabs, first at the neck, then feet, then the back of her leg, which was exposed by her erotic struggles against the tight bonds. The whore's screams pierced the air as a figure eight of pain was etched into the sensitive skin on her inner thigh. Angel did not relent until she had finished her slow doodle.

Straightjacket was given a merciful minute to recover from the shocks before Angel revisited her assault with skipping stone touches up the inside of her thighs. Straightjacket was sobbing now, in great heaving breaths that she couldn’t control, and again Angel was kind enough to give her time to recover her senses. When the crying had ebbed enough for the servant to pull in deep breaths again, Angel held the wand firmly against the outer lips of her naughty snatch for two full seconds, resulting in an uncontrollable shriek of pain through which the whole neighborhood could clearly distinguish the word Bonanza.

As the gratified onlookers dispersed and Angel helped calm the hysterical girl, Owner approached Sabrina with a saunter. Owner stood barely five feet tall and was slight of build with dark chestnut hair and matching eyes. Her attire was more suited for a formal dinner with the President and she had a confident stance easily 2 feet taller than she actually was. She was alone; Her slave hadn’t even stopped to watch her competition get punished, and was diligently serving drinks to the witnesses. Owner looked at CuntLock proudly. “You know Sabrina, I could train that Angel of yours up very nicely if you let me. She would be just as obedient for you as my Sasha and it looks like you could use some good help,” gloated Owner smugly.

“Back off Vicky, you know she is not a professional Dom.” Latex had come to Sabrina’s defense, and stood beside her while Puppy, now dressed in a series of leather straps and sporting green grass stains on her shins and hands, took up a guard position and bared her teeth at the tiny woman. “Sasha might be able to withstand more than some girl Sabrina hired off the street with no formal training, but you know she can’t compete with a real slave.”

“Like your little bitch is a real slave? She will just get over-excited and wet herself as soon as someone drops a chicken bone.” Owner retorted coldly without any hint that she felt threatened by Latex. Puppy barked in protest then looked up at her master, who nodded.

Puppy stood quickly and assumed a formal demeanor, then went through a complex ritual of movements that shifted her from submissive pose to submissive pose like a liquid dancer. In one fluid motion, she rolled herself onto her toes and was standing at attention with her arms behind her back, an elbow in each hand. Her chin was held perfectly horizontal to the ground, and her knees were stiffly locked together. Her whole body was as straight and rigid as his cock became at the sight of her tantalizing display.

She pivoted on the ball of one foot, and where her flat tummy had been the previous second, her heart-shaped ass was now being presented. She was bent over with her arms still grasping her elbows and her head held high, which made her back arch and thrust her shapely breasts outward provocatively. He imagined roughly yanking on those crossed arms while pounding into her welcoming ass.

From there, she knelt down, bent forward, and laced her hands together behind her head. Her arms and back were perfectly parallel to the ground. Her tummy was tucked in, its smooth concave accenting the bulge of her hanging tits. He could almost taste the juiciness of those ripe melons as he imagined himself biting into their tender flesh.

She then shifted her weight to her arms as she lowered herself onto her back in the dirt and simultaneously spread her legs apart high in the air. Her hands held her ass cheeks apart, giving easy access to her silver-studded cunt. He critically examined the bitch's snatch as it was offered up to him and noticed some razor burn that reddened the area around her mound. He wondered how much a few hard spanks would hurt if aimed right on that sensitive spot.

From there she rolled over onto her knees and lifted her grass-covered ass into the air with her face pressed against the ground and her arms behind her back, again gripping the opposite elbows. Her holes were offered up for the audience to admire, the metal rings glinted at him as if welcoming him inside.

She ended her spectacular performance with a 90 degree bow, arms crossed behind her, back rigid enough to host a Sunday brunch, and her cunt perfectly displayed between her thighs. She held the position without wavering or shaking. Latex walked over and had the audacity to actually pick Owner up and set her down on Puppy’s back. She took the small burden with grace and held it steadily until Owner felt too undignified to sit on the back of someone else’s slave and jumped down. Puppy still did not rise. When Latex snapped her fingers, Puppy resumed her playful demeanor and pranced around her master’s feet, wagging her tail with the satisfaction of a job well done. The crowd applauded.

Soon there were multiple women dressed in serving outfits, training and competing for who could be more graceful and submissive while different Doms ran each other’s pets through their paces. Through it all, CuntLock never strayed in her ceaseless mission to inebriate as many women as she could catch with her ankles in tight restraints.

The chastity belts were slowly being donned by adventurous women. Belt maidens took frequent trips down the runway in multiple costumes to show themselves off for potential key holders. The crowd treated them like celebrities and they were given favorable treatment by Sabrina, Angel, and the servant girls. The tremendous attention the belts brought to the sluts parading around in them encouraged more women to participate. Owner bought a belt for CuntLock and playfully dared Latex to get one for Puppy, but she politely declined the challenge. The virgin-white fabric of the purity swing billowed out in the light wind as the last belt maiden stepped out into the ecstatic crowd.

Sabrina allowed the tensions to rise and the sun to set before acknowledging the final purchase. The night lights had come on, giving the yard a whole new atmosphere as nooks that were open and welcoming in the daylight became secret and private in the multi-hued shadows that draped over them. The deserted pool’s lights came on all at once, casting bright wavering light over the left half of the scene from his attic camera, and creating the illusion of clandestine movement in the wilderness around the guests. The tension in the milling crowd was palpable, and they had instinctively gathered in the demonstration area to await the bidding war. Belt maidens were advertising their wares to the crowd by dancing, posing, and mingling with potential buyers. Sabrina finally took her place to address the crowd in front of the purity nook, where she held a jingling bag of keys.  Before the bidding was allowed to start, Sabrina insisted that each whore parade her goods down the runway so buyers could get excited about spending their money. Each maiden tried to be even sexier than the last.

CuntLock did an interesting nude acrobatic act on her trip down the runway. She flipped, twirled, and alternated walking on her hands and feet, giving the audience, and all three of his runway cameras, an excellent, all-around view of her sparkling chastity belt. He was enamored by her heavily decorated breasts, which were held in place (even when she was upside down) by the many chains radiating from them to connect with other piercings around her body. Several chains disappeared beneath the chastity belt, both in front and behind, to rendezvous with the rings he had seen in her pussy lips earlier. Her entrance culminated in an interesting maneuver that placed her tongue, which had an S pattern of silver studs through it, directly adjacent to her armored cunt. She spent a few moments longingly licking the chastity belt where it covered her clit to make it clear that she was unable to pleasure herself with it on. He wished he could spend a night tying her in knots and tugging on all of her chains. 

When CuntLock had cleared the runway, the last belt maiden came down the aisle in dramatic fashion. The music shifted to a tune that sounded to him like the Pink Panther theme song, and two plumes of iridescent peacock feathers spilled out onto the porch. A pair of sparkling, emerald-green high heels peeked out beneath them, giving a hint of what the plumes were hiding. Those heels slowly clicked their way forward in time with the music, and the feathers began to shake and swirl, giving tantalizing glimpses of shadowy shapes where they momentarily parted in the flow. A curve of what might be a naked breast, the line of a smooth flat tummy, the glint of a golden chastity belt. FanDancer held the peacock tails so that only the belt and her sexy belly button were visible between them and performed a belly dance that made the belt ripple with her slowly gyrating hips. She swirled about with the fans, showing only the belt and shoes to the front-facing cameras and audience, while his secret rear camera caught the mysterious dancer naked and vulnerable to his gaze. He had what the audience craved to see, a perfect view of the scrumptious flesh hidden by those dazzling feathers. The music’s beat picked up, as did the pace of the swirling fans that clothed the erotic dancer. He switched between views like a couch potato flicking through TV channels, though with a mesmerized attention to every detail of her dance and a building feeling of control. He had won her game, seen through her disguise to the naked whore behind the fans, and he let himself take the spoils of his victory.

He almost immediately regretted his climax when Angel herself stepped out onto the porch. She was still dressed in her unbelievably sexy Princess Leia outfit. She waited as Sabrina made her way up the runway to fetch her, and they repeated their earlier performance of dragging her down the aisle into the wild throng of waiting buyers. Sabrina was the perfect pimp, showing Angel off to the drooling crowd as though she were a prized cow. When her sales pitch ended, she opened the floor to the eager spenders and he tuned out for the next hour as women fought to throw their money at Sabrina to buy each other’s cunts. He marveled at Sabrina’s scheme. By offering up his sweet Angel for sale like a common prostitute, she had convinced nine other sluts to pay her for the privilege of being pimped out to the rest of her guests, their only rewards being a battered sense of self respect and a chastity belt to remind them of their lost virtue.

He slipped inside for a comfortable dozy shower, relaxed from his premature climax and bored by the bidding. When he returned, it was to find women excitedly trying keys in locks to see who they had ended up buying. FanDancer’s key was in the hands of Owner, who seemed delighted at getting such a high ticket item. Sunflower had apparently splurged on a belt maiden so she could practice her own budding talent with ropes at the bondage tree. One woman apparently just needed someone to grind against, and was strapping a very large black cock over her maiden’s belt. He saw one belt maiden emerge in a duplicate of BroomFace’s outfit, and felt a renewed surge of power at the sight of it. She was forced to walk ahead of her new owner and ensure that everything was clean and tidy, all the while being whipped hard across the back of her legs and arms by her cruel taskmaster.

To everyone’s delight, CuntLock ended up in the possession of Straightjacket, whether by guile or circumstance he did not know. The two immediately headed for the medical table to work out their trade deal. Owner stood nearby, watching idly as FanDancer ostentatiously flapped her fans in front of her to generate both a cooling breeze that swirled Owner’s chestnut hair, and a gorgeous view of her naked bouncing breasts. StraightJacket was extremely rough on CuntLock, throwing her over the medical table so that her belted ass was held in position for a few good thwacks on the back of her thighs with the small serving tray gag.

CuntLock was dragged onto a lying position on the bed and strapped down with the bulky medical restraints. Straightjacket pulled her legs into the stirrups to gain unhindered access to her metal-clad cunt, both the belt and lock having been tossed aside by now. Unsurprisingly, StraightJacket reached for the same violet wand used on her by Angel. Slightly less expected was the second one she picked up in her other hand that had a curved rod ending in a small rounded sphere designed to reach the hard to get bits. It quickly became clear that StraightJacket was not going to play nice; She was out for vengeance. She began with the same figure eight along the inner thigh that had so tormented her under Angel’s care, but CuntLock did not scream the way StraightJacket had. Rather, she took the pain stoically, which infuriated StraightJacket even further. She started drawing both wands across the tender skin on her elbows and the crook of her knees, and was gratified by CuntLock’s struggles against the restraints to protect her sensitive crannies from the shocking intrusion. The hot tub was on now so he couldn’t catch the words StraightJacket was mouthing at her captive, but he could see the anger on her face as she spat what was unmistakably the word "Bitch" directly into CuntLock’s face.

StraightJacket traced the line of every chain that interconnected CuntLock’s holes. Arcs of brilliant electricity jumped from the wand to CuntLock’s many piercings, making her twitch and jump prettily in the light. She took her time travelling across the metal rails with her twin sparking trains until she finally brought them together at the glittering cross roads. A white shock of electricity jumped from the wand and sparked between the rings plating her pussy. CuntLock writhed on the table, trying in vain to close her legs to protect herself from the dual-wielding torturer. StraightJacket relented her assault on the pussy long enough to convince CuntLock to spread her legs apart by mercilessly pressing the wands against her tender inner thighs. Still CuntLock had not let slip a cry loud enough to overcome the jets of the hot tub, strain though he did to catch one.

The electrified wands had returned to the metal heap between the struggling whore’s legs; sparks jumped all across the cunt, which danced from the shocks, making its pretty rings wink in the light. Straightjacket made a dart through the armor into the soft unprotected flesh inside and cruelly held the wand against her clit until CuntLock’s panicked screams finally broke through the night. When the screams did not stay StraightJacket’s hand, Owner finally stepped forward and shouted Bonanza. Reluctantly, Straightjacket dropped the wands and turned away with a hateful glare at the pair of lovers. Angel tended to CuntLock, and removed her from the restraints after firmly informing Owner that she was not exempt from the Bonanza rule. Technically, he thought, it was CuntLock who was in violation because Owner was the one who had said it. The thought made him feel clever and he giggled softly to himself.

Latex was quite disappointed at missing her chance to properly train Owner’s prized whore even though she had hedged her bets and bought two keys, one through Puppy, who had barked her bids and growled viciously at competing women. Her two new toys seemed a bit hesitant, as though not sure they had bargained for being trained to fetch sticks. She still had the desire to properly train herself a new slave, and set about teaching her own maiden the poses Puppy had flowed through earlier. Hard thwacks with a switch across the back of her thighs or on the arches of her feet punished the maiden when she was sloppy.

Latex allowed Puppy to have her own maiden, and outfitted her in a thick dog collar complete with a bone shaped name plate engraved with the word Slave. She connected Puppy’s collar to the maiden’s collar with a five-foot chain leash and let the pair out into the yard to play. Puppy was enthusiastic to have a new friend and dragged her about the yard as she pranced from guest to guest, encouraging her companion to bury her nose in their crotches. When all of the guests milling about the yard had been visited at least once by the curious pair, Puppy got down to the serious business of sniffing her new recruit from head to toe, giving large wet sample licks of the tasty parts, then pouncing on her in a display of dominance. They struggled on the grass, forcing other guests to clear a circle for their flailing limbs. It quickly ended with the maiden on her back, held down by a growling Puppy. When the maiden submitted, Puppy asserted her dominance by dragging her cunt up to the maiden’s mouth to forcibly ride her face. Puppy yipped with pleasure and panted while she rocked and thrusted herself to an orgasm that nearly suffocated the gasping maiden. When they were finished, Puppy eagerly dragged the maiden to the pool area so they could doggy paddle themselves clean. She unlocked the chastity belt and left it to dry along the poolside while she returned the favor to her maiden using those long wet doggy kisses she was so fond of.

Those not directly involved in the perversion generated by the chastity belts were entranced by the spectacles. The dildoberry tree got a flood of horny sluts, who this week did not mind fellow visitors, and were further aroused by watching each other slamming the cocks up their cunts. Soon the whores that were lining up to wait for openings on the equipment began pairing off with their newly-purchased toys to simply spread their legs in the dirt. The most exuberant visitor was partial to the dildo swing, and was soon moaning loudly in time with her pumping legs as the swing pushed the cock deeper into her with each pendulum arch. He enjoyed watching the changes in her expression through the motion. Her face screwed up in pain as gravity pushed her cunt down on the large dildo, then transformed into an expression of wonder as her body went weightless, pulling her pussy up the cock only to be slammed back down onto it again on the return stroke. The angle of the swinger’s hips changed between the backstroke and the front stroke, which apparently pressed the cock into different areas to the immense pleasure of the rider. She was slow to climax, and the entire party showed signs of release when her cries of ecstasy and agony rent the night air. The swing had a steady stream of eager visitors for the rest of the night.

The pool and hot tub were finally being populated now that the planned events were through. Visitors of the dildoberry tree were finding each other in the warm waters and were helping to wash each other’s filthy pussies, either with their tongues along the poolside, or with their probing fingers underwater. He now had a clear, if turbulent, view of the debauchery in his underwater cams. He was disappointed to see that once on, the jets of the hot tub made visibility minimal, and only flashes of curves and flesh-colored movement could be discerned. The pool, however, had two remarkable views from different angles of all of the naughty, secret touching that went on beneath the surface.

Owner was coddling her precious CuntLock after the traumatic scene she endured and had settled in with her in the pool At some point, she had relocked her pussy with the long silver barbell that fit between her rings. Owner had changed into a sexy black one-piece suit that had cutouts around her navel and the small of her back for easy access. They submerged themselves into the warm water of the pool and found a private corner in the deep end, well apart from the other entangled couples that dotted the pool’s ledge. Private, except for the perfectly placed underwater camera which had a fantastic view of Cuntlock’s twinkling pussy from below, only occasionally hindered by her legs and feet as she treaded water.

Owner pulled her slave to her by the chains on her nipples, and gleefully dragged her through the water for a moment, then remembered that Cuntlock had been through a traumatic experience recently and needed a gentle touch. They kissed softly and slowly, letting their hands wander over each other as much as they could without drowning. Then Owner slipped her hand between the slave’s legs and slid the barbell out of the rings after a moment of maneuvering. The long silver shaft apparently served a dual purpose, which aroused him greatly as he watched Owner sliding it in and out of the now exposed hole. CuntLock wrapped her ankles together behind Owner’s back and drifted up to the surface, giving his new cam a nice view of her laid out on her back with her arms spread out, glistening breasts breaking through the surface to glitter with liquid light. He had a nice view from both angles of the silver barbell being thrust into her armored cunt until she thrashed in the water, which ruined his underwater shot. She used her legs to piston herself against Owner’s hand until she finally reached her coveted pinnacle, the force of which brought her upper body rushing up out of the water with a trail of glittering droplets. She pressed her tits into Owner's face, and the pair of them sank under the water for a brief moment, and came up panting from the exertion.

He realized that after all the fuss to get cameras into the Bondage Tree, he had been too entranced watching the pairs of slave owners with their pets to pay it much attention. He had it all recorded, and was sure he would spend the rest of the week enjoying the hours of sick sadomasochistic perversion that had transpired under its twisted branches. Still, he decided to spend a few moments checking in to see if any of the belt maidens had earned their keys through spankings.

He had, it seemed, missed some good action already. One of the belt maidens, a blonde fair-skinned whore still clad in the chastity belt’s brassy grip, was bent double across a low-hanging branch with her wrists shackled to her ankles by a heavy set of medieval manacles. From each cuff dangled a chain which joined up with its fellows at a central ring suspended a foot above the ground. Weights attached to the ring were swinging in time with the paddle smacks relentlessly assaulting the poor maiden’s already beet-red ass. The paddler was a tall black woman with extraordinarily dark skin. Her gilded hair was done in a beautiful weave of braids that covered her head and trailed down her back in a complex network of gold and black fibers.

Dark red lines laddered the thighs and arms of the blonde, evidence that the long black switch lying against the tree trunk had been thoroughly implemented in his absence. He was looking forward to replaying that scene later. His timing was just wrong to see much of the foreplay, as Braids was ready to go after only 20 more strokes from that heavy wooden paddle. She donned the double-sided dildo he had seen Sumiko use on her redheaded slut last week and, after removing the belt with some difficulty, used it to give the wet laundry she had pinned over the branch a really rough fuck, punctuated by lashes from a multi-colored flogger. The image of the girl as a piece of dirty laundry hung out to dry made him giggle and the image stuck with him as he watched Braids grind her hips into WetLaundry’s bruised ass to make the slut remember where every paddle swing had landed. Braids pinched the centers of the red welts that decorated WetLaundry’s back and ass. One dark arm reached down and grasped a handful of blonde tresses, then forcefully yanked upward, pulling WetLaundry’s head up to expose her bare neck like a pig for slaughter. Braids wrapped the flogger tails around that neck and used it to choke her while she rammed her ass even harder than before. Thankfully, Braids hit her climax moments before the lack of oxygen made WetLaundry pass out, and as soon as those tails were unwrapped from her neck, everyone around the Bondage Tree walked out of the camera’s view (everyone that was able anyway). Sabrina was left to uncuff WetLaundry and carry her to the medical table for Angel’s expert ministrations.

Two others had been left at the Bondage Tree, like unwanted dogs forgotten by their owners when they moved away. One was locked into a swinging cage that was held suspended about 5 feet above the ground. The bottom of the cage had a small trap door set, which had been left open and swinging when the mistress that had been reaching through it to dildo-fuck its contents had been suddenly interrupted by the word Bonanza. The caged whore was now finishing the job herself with the discarded cock.

The other captive was obviously Sunflower’s belt maiden. She was strung up between two upward curving branches, where she sat motionless like the carved mast of a ship. Sunflower had used hundreds of feet of multicolored silk ropes to weave the belt maiden into the body of a butterfly, its wing tips curving back to wrap around the branches. She had even made two antennae by tying them into a black rope around Butterfly’s head that held her jaw closed in a makeshift muzzle. The work was not complete; the left hind wing was still being populated with decorative dots and stripes outlined in elegant rope work. While the work lacked the finesse and detail of Sunflower’s own adornments, it was spectacular, and imaginative, and seemed to hold a deeper meaning for this party. Certainly this belt maiden would emerge from her silken cocoon a changed woman, having tonight transformed herself into a prostitute for nothing more than the satisfaction of being used and abused. That kind of experience can’t help but leave a scar, but still, it nagged at him. There was significance to butterflies; they meant transformative change and development. When they appear on camera, the director is always using them to foreshadow some upcoming event, and he simply could not shake the feeling of anticipation that admiring the artwork had brought him.

The tension that had been building in him at the quiet sight of the Butterfly eased somewhat as he heard Sabrina’s voice cut though the crowd, loud enough to overcome the rushing jets near his ears. She was calling for all of the maidens and key holders to come forward and present themselves for a final tally. Eight of the maidens had bare cunts and held their chastity belts up for the audience to admire. The ninth key was held by Sunflower, who had not yet relinquished the model for her art. The crowd cheered and whistled, but the tenth key holder did not step forward. Sabrina called for them to show themselves and collect their prize, but several minutes passed without a claim. Puppy strained at her leash and yipped at Latex, who let her go. She dove through the legs of the crowd sniffing until she caught the skirt of one terrified looking woman in her mouth and dragged her into the clearing. She had medium brown hair wrapped in a complex style that held it tight against her scalp in an upturned wave on one side, but let it fall in a cascade of ringlets over her other ear. She wore a white lacy dress that was longer in back than front where it was cut off just above the knees. Her outfit looked like it was straight from the set of Madonna’s “Like a Virgin” video, and her panic-stricken face belied her pre-coitus jitters. Her shaking hand clutched the last key.

The crowd cheered jovially, pushing her toward Angel to collect her coveted reward. Madonna stopped dead in front of Angel, and without meeting her gaze, she fumbled the key into the lock to release her from captivity. The crowd cheered and Sabrina clapped along with them, looking pleased. She led the new couple under the billowing white curtain. Their shadows belied their tantalizing movements as their silhouettes performed a sensual scene of feminine tenderness.

He wished that he could hear their conversation on the swing, but could only guess at its nature as Angel turned Madonna away from her and began expertly massaging the muscles in her shoulders with oil while they talked. Madonna loosened up after a few moments and Angel convinced her to pull off her dress and bra to give access to her muscles. Madonna sat facing one arm of the swing with the heel of her right foot braced against the knee of her left leg, which draped over the swing's seat. She held her shins to lean forward, allowing Angel access to her shoulders and lower back. Angel’s hands moved over Madonna’s smooth skin like two courting swans on a still pond. Those healing hands ran up her sides to the front of her shoulders, and pulled Madonna back against her metal clad breasts. Madonna pulled away and said something. Angel removed her metal bra and repeated the maneuver, and this time Madonna settled against those gorgeous tits and rested her head against Angel’s shoulder. She turned to lock gazes and then lips with Angel.

The healing hands renewed their exploration of Madonna’s soft flesh. They traced the line of her ribcage, then sidestepped up to her shoulders, where Angel stretched her arms out, making Madonna’s breasts thrust forward. Angel pulled her back against her rhythmically until Madonna relaxed enough to pick up the motion herself and start rocking back against Angel’s bouncy boobs. Angel's hands then continued their exploration, finally finding those succulent mounds and expertly kneading the tension out of them in time with their rocking. This was such a breathtakingly sweet moment, something so touching deserved privacy. All at once, he felt an overwhelming guilt for peeking in on this sacred moment. For the first time, he felt he was violating Angel’s trust in him by spying on her. For a moment, he was tempted to look away and give them this special moment together, but the scene was too alluring to resist. He berated himself mentally while eagerly drinking in every detail of Angel’s motions and expressions. He felt he could read her thoughts by watching her face. In that moment, he knew her in ways she had never revealed to anyone else.

Madonna arched her back and threw back her head to give the camera a perfect view of her face, rocking with her eyes closed and her lip bit between her teeth. If her eyes had been open she might have been looking directly into the camera. Angel’s hands squeezed those breasts hard enough that their milky softness poked though her fingers like playdough. Madonna’s face screwed up in an expression of pain and ecstasy. Her cries could be heard over the jets and the crowd laughed appreciatively. Angel had gotten up and knelt before her key holder, who turned expectantly toward her, moving her leg off the swing. She rubbed each leg in turn until again Madonna leaned back and relaxed. When she felt the submission, Angel slipped one hand under her cheeks and gently pulled her white cotton panties off, sliding them softly down her legs. She folded them neatly and laid them atop the folded dress and bra on the table before continuing her work. She had to restart the relaxation techniques on Madonna’s legs to help her recover. She slowly dribbled oil onto Madonna’s thighs, letting it splash a little as she approached the timid cunt. Her practiced hands rubbed the oil into the thigh muscles, inching ever closer to their inevitable destiny.

She finally spread Madonna’s thighs as far apart as they would comfortably sit, exposing all of her secrets to Angel’s patient but relentless assault. Angel ran the side of her hands along the inner crease of her legs, letting her thumbs gently slide along the outer gates of the fortress she was about to breach. After a few similar passes that pressed against those outer lips and pried them open, she let her thumbs dance lightly over Madonna’s lubricated clit, making her shiver and screw her eyes up in concentration. Angel kept her touches light, too light, teasing her prey. The anticipation was too much for Madonna, who retaliated by starting the swing rocking so she could increase the pressure against her swollen womanhood. He ached with her, the sight of Angel so carefully and completely fulfilling this woman’s fantasy rekindled that powerful, dizzying feeling of longing for her.

Soon Angel had both hands working to pleasure each of Madonna’s holes until her body was wracked with spasms, hands tightly gripping the swing's arms as she again called out in triumph. Her cry mingled with moaning from all corners of the party now, and he could not be sure which was hers. Angel did not give her even a moment to recover, but dived in to lick up the mess she had made. From Madonna’s expression she had not expected this, and did not condone it, at least initially. Then a look of surprise came over her face, which subsequently relaxed into a sleepy-eyed, pleased look. This time her orgasm was silent, soft, and tender; her hands clenched tightly around Angel’s braid that she had been stroking. Angel finished her long cunt kiss, and they spoke for a moment.

She brushed a ringlet off of Madonna’s cheek. Madonna sat up, stood, and looked around the clearing until she spotted what she was seeking. She handed Angel the package and waited, looking at her own feet shyly, while Angel strapped the polite white cock around her waist and sat down on the swing. Madonna gathered herself for a moment, and then worked up the courage to straddle Angel’s prosthetic penis and slide herself onto it while kissing and fondling Angel’s tits in an uncharacteristically aggressive way. Madonna rode Angel frantically. In stark contrast to the slow, tender build up, this was a passionate act of raw sexual need. This time, he could easily distinguish it from the crowd when she climaxed.

Chapter 10- Daddy Issues

Checked through the other cameras, he found the pool deserted, and the hottub occupied by a couple of entangled whores who were finishing their final rutting thrusts. The dressing rooms were lined up with woman changing into their street clothes. Crowds of people at the order book were tallying up their exorbitant bills and filling the coffers of their new church. Sabrina had once again donned a large strap on and was ‘forcing’ guests to kiss it in respect, giving them a goodbye fuck if they so desired. One guest jumped Sabrina and wrapped her legs around her waist. Sabrina fuck-walked her over to a table and braced her against it to give her a good fast pounding that had her moans providing the farewell music for the throng of exiting guests. Oddly, Sunflower had hidden herself in the surrounding wilderness and was watching this rough display with a solemn but riveted gaze. As soon as the final climax broke over the yard, Sunflower disappeared into the crowd without saying goodbye to anyone.

Angel finished cuddling and talking with Madonna and they emerged from the purity nook holding hands like young sisters. Seeing everyone else packing up and leaving, Madonna gave Angel a soft, thankful kiss and gathered her things.

After the last guests had disappeared Angel and Sabrina got into the hot tub together, both needing to wash the filth and shame off of themselves. Sabrina was still wearing the royal member around her waist. They talked about the party’s success for a while as Angel rubbed Sabrina’s shoulders. Sabrina relived every detail of the bidding war, working herself into a frenzy thinking of all the money and publicity her parties would receive for the unique idea. She'd sold more chastity belts in a single night than their company had sold the entire year. He was quickly bored and tuned them out to watch Angel’s perfect hands caressing Sabrina’s floating breasts, occasionally getting a good shot of some tantalizing touch under the turbulent surface. He saw Angel’s hands stroking the strap-on pleadingly. Sabrina pushed off of her and let her get onto her knees to lean over the edge with her hands pressed against his fence.

He heard Angel grunt as Sabrina forced the cock into her. It sounded like the first few thrusts hurt Angel, but before long she was begging for Sabrina to go harder and faster. The planks of the privacy fence rattled with each forceful thrust. Within moments, Angel was slamming her hands into the boards in a frenzy.

“I want to squeeze those beautiful tits of yours,” demanded Sabrina. Angel shifted to lay back against Sabrina’s shoulder, and he now had a great view of Sabrina’s hands squeezing Angel’s breasts to use as leverage for more powerful thrusts.

"Harder, squeeze them, please harder!”

Sabrina complied. He heard Angel yelp in pain, then he heard her moans turn to sobs. Sabrina did not stop thrusting until she herself had reached her peak.

"You're a good girl, my little angel, a very good girl," said Sabrina in a rehearsed voice.

She held Angel until her sobbing tapered off, then said gently, "You know you can talk to me about anything, Angel. I won’t judge you or think any differently of you. I only want to help you bear your burden. I love you my little angel."

"I know. It’s just that I've never told anyone and it’s hard to talk about. Like saying it out loud puts it in the record books as something that actually happened to me."

"It already is something that actually happened. Talking about it is cathartic. Your story needs to be shared with someone, that’s why it keeps replaying in your mind. Tell me what happened. Let me help you."

"You might be right... I just don’t know how to begin."

"It's ok, take your time."

"I was at the roller rink when I broke my arm. That’s why daddy stayed home with me the next day when Kali went to school. We spent the day watching TV in his bed. He was really sweet to me, and would bring me things and hold me. I remember how warm his hands were, and that they somehow eased the pain. I felt so safe cuddled up next to him that I didn’t even mind the itchy cast. I remember him holding the cast up and kissing my fingers, saying that ‘daddy kisses’ had magic that would help me heal. He said they would take all the pain away. Then he hugged me close and caressed my hair. I told him my ear hurt from being squished against him so tightly. He kissed it and said ‘all better’. I made a game out of telling him of phantom pains in different spots to get him to kiss me all over. I told him a spot on my tummy hurt, and he said I was just trying to get him to kiss me. I pinched myself right below my belly button, hard enough for it to turn red. He pulled my nightie up to expose my belly so he could get to the pinched spot. His kiss was hot, wet, and longer than the other kisses." Angel paused here, as though reluctant to reveal how much she had encouraged her father’s attention.

After a moment of reflection, she took a deep breath and continued, “when he stopped, I pinched another spot. He kissed it long and slow again. I made him kiss me like that all over my belly. He kept having to lift my nightie higher and higher. He eventually exposed my breasts and their embarrassingly hard nipples. He reached out and pinched one of them, sending an exquisite pain through me that made me shudder. He asked if I wanted him to kiss it to make it better, and I said yes. He laid on top of me and started sucking and squeezing my breasts. I remember the way I throbbed between my legs. I remember arching my hips to push against him, and he pushed back. I did it again, and again,  while he sucked my breasts until he abruptly stopped and pulled away. He asked if I felt all better, but I wasn’t all better, I ached between my legs.

“I said… I said…" Angel broke into sobs that gave her an excuse to stop for a minute and catch her breath. She gathered herself and continued in a voice that was hard and cold like steel. “I said I was still hurting and pointed between my legs. He kissed my inner thigh, a long slow kiss. I told him he was in the wrong spot and pinched myself on the lips that I wanted him to kiss. He kissed me through my panties, but I said his magic only worked when it actually touched me.

His kisses were warm, soft, and pleasurable. I could feel his tongue somewhere I had never felt anything but my own touch in my entire memory. I pressed myself against his face the first time I came.  He inserted a finger inside me, but I was too tight for it to go in very far. I remember pushing against his hand to get it in deeper and him sucking on me. After I came again he stopped and laid down beside me.

“He started kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips.” Angel’s voice was husky now, and he was quite certain he had caught a glimpse of her hands between her legs under the water. “I licked his lips and fingers. Then I remember him slipping his hand between my thighs from behind and was using his finger to rub me there. Then he pulled back and slowly put his fingertip into my butt. He kept returning to stroke me and spread my wetness back there. After a few minutes, he was able to thrust his finger in and out of me. It hurt a little, but in a good way.

“He rolled me over and pressed against my back like a spoon. A moment later I felt him slip it between my thighs. He rubbed it there for a while to get it wet. Then I felt the most excruciating pain of my life as he pushed it in. When it was in, he breathed in my ear, ‘that’s a good girl Angel, just relax.’ While we waited for my ass to release its deathgrip on him, his hands groped my body. One found its way back to my clit and distracted me from the pain. The other squeezed my breasts. When my ass relaxed enough, he began moving, slowly at first. It was still horribly painful and I begged him to stop, but he said he couldn't because he needed me and thrust even harder. He grabbed my breasts with both hands and squeezed them so hard they hurt almost as much as my ass. He lost control, going faster and harder and hurting me badly. It went on for a really long time, and I eventually relaxed. Once I did, the pain lessened and it began to feel good. I got a tingling feeling in my clit and I just focused on that feeling. I just went limp and surrendered to his need… and to my own.” Angel paused again, reliving the memory.  “When he came into me, he crushed me against him, digging his fingers into my breasts so hard there were bruises there for a week. I felt him shudder, then he yanked it out of me with a wet pop. He whispered 'You're a good girl, my precious Angel, a very good girl.' Then he got up, threw a blanket over me, and left the room. He didn’t speak to me or look at me for the rest of the day.

"He never mentioned the incident again, and would not acknowledge that it had happened. Once, I pinched myself on the arm and asked for a magical kiss to make it better. He just walked away wordlessly and refused to look at me for the rest of the day. I waited until the next time that Kali was gone and we were alone, which didn't happen for many months. I confronted him on it, and I confessed to him that I wanted him to do it again. Without looking at me, he said 'You're not a whore, Angel. Never beg a man for that," and walked away. He avoided looking at me the rest of that day too, and we didn't go to the zoo like we planned. I learned that confronting him wasn’t going to work.” At that moment, Kali’s car pulled up noisily, so Angel and Sabrina decided to head inside and finish the conversation in private.