This is a sex story and it's copyrighted by me, Shon Richards. It's a sexual story about a sadistic game show so if bondage, spanking, public humiliation, and reluctant sex bother you, go change the channel. This author is on his boney knees asking for feedback at lordshon@aol.com
On Your Knees, By Shon Richards "Crossing the Mexican border to appear on a game show we've never even seen might have been a bad idea," Kyle said to his buddy Vincent. They had nothing else to talk about; they were backstage behind a giant red curtain. "What gave you that idea?" Vincent said sarcastically. "Was it when they made us put on shiny vinyl shorts over black thongs? Or was it when they made us put on slick vinyl jackets over tight T-shirts and snapped dog collars around our necks? Perhaps when they chained our hands over our heads and secured our feet in stocks?" "It was your idea," Kyle argued. "You said there was this ad for young Americans to compete on a Mexican game show, and that the grand prize was trips to a resort. You never said anything about being tied up." "Hey, if you don't like it, why did you sign the contracts?" Vincent snapped. "That was the stupidest thing I ever did," Kyle lamented. "For one thing, they were in Spanish, and the lady who asked us to sign them was falling out of her shirt. We should have known better than to sign something when they gave us such a busty distraction." "Shut up," a stagehand interrupted. "The show's about to start." On the other side of the curtain, the applause sign came on and the rowdy crowd broke into a deafening roar of applause and catcalls. A stunning woman came out from behind a side curtain and the crowd became even louder. She was a sultry dark Hispanic with carefully styled black hair spilling over her shoulders like a 40's movie star. The woman wore a black leather bustier studded with spikes that barely contained her spilling cleavage. High heel black boots rose from her ankles all the way to her thighs. A studded thong completed her outfit, revealing her bare buttocks when she spun around for the audience. "Welcome to another episode of 'Get On Your Knees!' the woman cried into her microphone. "I'm your host, Mistress Elisa!" The crowd cheered until she rose a leather-gloved hand. They silenced immediately, allowing her to speak in peace to the camera. "Let's meet our first two contestants, the Wimps!" She pointed to a curtain that pulled away to reveal Vincent and Kyle, their hands handcuffed to a bar above their heads and their feet locked down in stocks. The two college students were startled by the rising curtain, but became even more terrified by the huge crowd of Mexican people of both sexes. Mistress Elisa caught Vincent's eye, and his mouth dropped as he admired her body. Vincent was grateful for all his years of soccer keeping him in good shape. He could see himself in a monitor, and had to admit that the shiny vinyl shirt and shorts looked good on his tanned body. His legs looked the best, firm and well cut, and the camera kept focusing on them for the home viewers. Kyle, on the other hand, just felt very out of place. He was the only blonde person he saw in the whole studio, and that made him very self-conscious. He didn't work out as much as Vincent did, but girls had always told him that he had a sweet, angelic face. Being restrained as he was in vinyl, he wished that for the first time in his life that he didn't look so clean-cut in front of this rough crowd. "What are your names, turds?" Mistress Elisa demanded. "Uh, Vincent," and "Kyle," they responded weakly to the microphone stand placed between them. "Very good, wimps," Mistress Elisa said. "And now for their competitors, the Sluts!" The curtain to the right of the guys pulled up to reveal two women dressed in the same vinyl jackets and shorts as the guys. Like the men, their arms were pulled over their heads and their feet were secured by a common stock. The crowd cheered as the two stunned girls took in their surroundings. The spikes on their dog collars caught the lights as they turned their heads. The girl on the right was a brunette with very faint freckles. Her hair was done back into two plaits that came down her neck. Her skin was incredibly pale, almost alabaster. She tried in vain to shrink back from the crowd, nervously aware in an irrational manner that she was the whitest person here. Her friend was a lithe black woman with impossibly long legs. She had straight coal black hair that curled around her face, while her eyes glared at the noisy crowd. Her skin was the color of mocha and shined in the studio lights. She refused to shrink back from the catcalls, standing defiant though she was helpless. "What are your names, whores?" Mistress Elisa demanded. "I'm Amma," the pale girl answered uncertainly. "My name's Maxine, and who are you calling a whore?" Maxine continued to shout, but her microphone was cut off. "Now that we have met today's slaves, let's meet the Enforcers who will make sure they shut up and do as they are told." Mistress Elisa raised a gloved hand and another curtain went up. Two men and two women were standing there, all of them hooded with red leather that covered their faces and all of them carrying large wooden paddles. They were dressed in the same uniform - red boots, red thongs and the women had shiny, red vinyl bras. The male enforcers took their places behind the guy while the female enforcers stood behind the women. Maxine wisely decided to stop protesting. "With everyone in place, we are almost ready to begin." Mistress Elisa moved to behind a glass podium that didn't hide any of her fabulous body. "Our contestants will earn money through three rounds of humiliation, pain and sex. The team with the most points at the end of the game will win a trip to Sadism 2, the resort of total submission! The losers will have to get on their knees, and pleasure the winners." The crowd cheered lustily and all four contestants looked at each other in confusion. Maxine tried to say something, but the hooded woman behind her clamped a hand over her mouth and whispered a threat in her ear. The other contestants didn't know what was said, but when Maxine calmed down, they decided not to push it. "The first round tests your intelligence, worms," Mistress Elisa said with her trademark sneer. "Wimps, you've protested the least, so you'll get to answer the first question for a hundred American dollars." Mistress Elisa pulled a small stack of cards out of her generous cleavage. "First question, what is the sum of sixty-nine and sixty-nine?" Mistress Elisa asked. "One hundred and twenty-eight!" Vincent answered quickly. If Kyle's feet weren't clamped, he would have kicked Vincent. "Wrong, dumb-ass," Mistress Elisa said, her cruel lips sneering. The crowd laughed at their stupidity. "Sluts? Do you know the answer is?" The Enforcer behind Maxine released her mouth, and the two girls talked briefly before a loud whip crack was heard on the speakers. "Time's up, we need an answer," Mistress Elisa snapped. "One hundred and thirty-eight," Amma said timidly. "Correct!" Mistress Elisa announced. "You two must be math majors. You get a hundred dollars. Oh, and I forgot to mention this, but after every question, the losers must lose an article of clothing. Enforcers?" "What?" Kyle screamed. He looked at Vincent accusingly. Vincent only shrugged and smiled weakly as the two burly, masked Enforcers stepped behind them. From behind the chained contestants, the Enforcers reached up and gripped their shoulders. With a fast tug, the Velcro snaps popped loose and their jackets were gone in a heartbeat. Now the two men only had very tight white T-shirts covering their chests. The looks on their faces told the audience they didn't like where this was going. This only made the audience laugh more. "Very good sluts, you have a hundred dollars," Mistress Elisa said. "Remember, the team with the least money at the end of round one receives ten encouragement spanks on their sorry asses." Elisa paused to let the crowd hoot at the announcement and for the cameras to catch the terrified looks on all four contestants' faces. "Next question starts with the ladies. Which of these three vibrator-manufacturing companies is false? Good Vibrations, Jolly Shakes or Happy Buzzes?" The girls leaned next to one another as far as their bound arms would allow. After a whispered discussion, Maxine leaned toward the microphone stand. "Jolly shakes?" the black beauty asked. "That is correct!" Mistress Elisa laughed. "You must masturbate a lot to know that one, Maxine!" The camera zoomed on Maxine's guilty blush coloring her cheeks. "You win another hundred dollars, and the wimps loose another article of clothing." "Oh shit!" Kyle said as he felt the burly Enforcer behind him wrap his arms around his waist. With another lightning fast tug, Kyle's shorts came apart at the Velcro seams, exposing his very tight, very small thong bikini. Looking over, he saw that Vincent was just as exposed as he was. The guys weren't sure what they hated more; having their cocks covered only by small thongs, or being undressed by muscular Hispanic men. "Get your act together, wimps," Mistress Elisa warned. "The next question goes to you. Six inches, five inches or seven inches, which is the average size of a male penis?" "Six inches!" Kyle yelled, trying to beat Vincent before he said anything stupid. "That is correct. Does six inches make you feel jealous Kyle?" Mistress Elisa asked. Even Vincent laughed at Kyle. "You win your first hundred dollars, and the ladies loose an article of clothing." The men in the crowd stared chanting something in Spanish as the muscular female Enforcers stepped behind the two contestants. Amma kept struggling in her chains, trying to turn around, but the cuffs prevented her from running. Maxine started yelling abuse at the Hispanic woman who was gripping her by the shoulders. With a quick tug, their shiny black jackets flew off their bodies to reveal tiny white bras. Maxine's dark breasts were clearly visible under the sheer material, her nipples as plain as day. Amma's light colored skin blended with the bra, but the immense size of her breasts couldn't be hidden by the tiny bra. Both ladies were clearly disturbed by their new appearance, but the cuffs thwarted any attempt to cover their bodies. "Wow, Amma, no one told us you were packing weapons," Mistress Elisa said. The red heat of shame colored Amma's cheeks wonderfully for the camera. "Now is your chance to pay the men back for your stripping. True or false, anallinguis is the act of licking someone's ass?" Amma answered without consulting Maxine. "True!" she said excitedly. Mistress Elisa made a stunned face, and the audience joined her mocking laughter. "Why, Amma, I would never have guessed. You are correct. You get another hundred dollars and the guys lose their shirts." "This sucks!" Kyle yelled to the uncaring audience. The crowd cheered louder. Kyle noticed a guy in the front row making some sort of obscene gesture while smiling at him. Kyle looked to the ladies for some sort of sympathy, but he only found a look of relief on Amma's face, and Maxine was openly gloating about saving her team from another stripping. "It could be worse?" Vincent asked, not certain himself. "Oh shit! They got knives!" Kyle flipped his head around and the spikes on the collar grazed his shoulder. The hooded men had knives, very shiny, sharp knives. Vincent shut his eyes and prayed, while Kyle just looked on in disbelief. Kyle shivered as he felt the knife slip under his T-shirt and then slowly rip up his back. He started laughing as he relaxed and watched the hooded enforcers cut his clothing away. Only when his shirt was torn off his body and he realized he wasn't going to die, did Vincent open his eyes. "You have the balls of a hen, Vincent," Mistress Elisa quipped. "At least Kyle is enough of a man to face his fears. The sluts have three hundred dollars and you only have one hundred. At least try to pay attention." "Your next question is for one hundred dollars and some of your remaining dignity. What year did Mexico gain independence?" Vincent looked at Kyle and his blonde friend just shrugged. "Hey wait, this isn't a sex question!" Vincent tried protesting. "That's right, we decided to give you stupid Gringos an easy one," Mistress Elisa said. "Do you have an answer?" Kyle kept shrugging so Vincent hazarded a guess. "Eighteen um, twenty?" "Wrong!" Mistress Elisa barked. "Sluts, this is your chance to steal. Do you know when Mexico gained its independence? It's something any child could tell you." "Any child if they were raised here!" Amma snapped. The strain of the game had cracked her shyness. "We're from America! How are we supposed to know?" Mistress Elisa raised a single eyebrow in amusement. "You're willing to come into our country and take our money, but you can't bother to learn about us? Since both of you don't know, neither of you get the money, and both of you lose a piece of clothing!" "First the wimps!" Mistress Elisa declared, and both Vincent and Kyle began to pull harder on their chains. The poor guys tried to wriggle, writhe and just plain move, to somehow delay their stripping, but they were trapped. Using the knives, both hooded enforcers snapped the thin string of their thongs and revealed their bare cocks to the jeering crowd. The audience shrieked in laughter as Vincent's limp cock flopped between his legs. The poor college athlete was so well built that his flaccid cock looked even more out of proportion. He kept seeing the swarthy women in the audience laughing lustily between each other, sharing jokes at his expense. Kyle on the other hand was in such a state of nervous terror that his cock was fully aroused when he was stripped. He shut his eyes and wished he could somehow hide what felt to him to be a monster of an erection from the taunting crowd. Shutting his eyes didn't help, he could hear their laughter and he could feel the hot lights of the studio on his sweaty cock. To his shame, his cock was throbbing happily between his legs, begging to be touched. "And now it's the sluts' turn!" Mistress Elisa declared. Amma didn't hear the announcement; she was staring at the close up of Kyle's penis on the monitor. She was terrified by what was happening, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from Kyle's humiliation as well as his obvious unconscious enjoyment. She didn't even feel the hands of the woman behind her as Amma's shorts were ripped off at the Velcro seams. Only when she felt the vinyl slip past her did she realize she was exposed in the skimpy black thong. She caught a sight of herself in the monitor and blushed as she saw how much the black thong stood out against her pale skin. Amma thanked God that they couldn't see the thin black strip that disappeared between her round buttocks; at least, not yet. Maxine was in a personal crisis. Growing up as a black woman in Texas had forced her to act tough at an early age. She always assumed the dominant role in her relationships and was always in control of her sexual life. Maxine never released that control with any of her previous boyfriends, and yet was never really comfortable with who she was with. Now she was in a situation where being tough only made things worse. As the woman behind her stripped Maxine's shorts off, Maxine knew that no matter what she said, what she protested or what she screamed, they would still strip her at their whim. Somehow, not being responsible for what was happening to her lifted a terrible burden from her shoulders. Maxine experienced, for the first time, a relief of tension as she understood her dilemma. She was being displayed, and since it wasn't her fault, she felt no guilt at being vulnerable. This lack of guilt surprised and confused the leggy woman. "Sluts, you have three hundred dollars, and the wimps only have a hundred. You win round one!" Mistress Elisa announced. "Wimps, prepare for your punishment, and maybe it'll help you do better." Benches slightly lower than Kyle and Vincent's waists were rolled out in front of them. The enforcers behind the captives reached up and pulled their handcuffs from the pole above them. Not even Vincent was brave enough to fight them. There was something about being completely naked in front of a crowd that made the guys timid around the masked muscle men. Kyle and Vincent were led by their handcuffs to lay over the benches and then their handcuffs were secured at the base. Their feet remained in the stocks, and both of the guys felt terribly vulnerable with their bare asses exposed and sticking out. "As the winners of round one, you get to administer the spankings," Mistress Elisa said with a smile. "Remember, only ten spanks each." Maxine and Amma were completely released from their bounds, and the suspicious girls couldn't believe their luck. When they were handed large paddles, nervous smiles broke on their faces. The guys were spun around so that their bare bottoms were exposed to the crowd, and Mistress Elisa stood between their bound bodies. She waved to girls to take positions behind the guys, the girls' own asses exposed to the crowd as well. Maxine took a place beside Kyle while Amma took a place beside Vincent. Both girls blushed as the crowd whistled at their backsides. Their thongs were so tiny it looked like there was nothing covering Maxine's ebony buttocks and Amma's pale nether globes. The girls hoped the crowd's attentions would be diverted by the poor guys' ordeal. Mistress Elisa patted each of the men on their asses, smiling and striking her best diva pose at the same time. "I'll count your strokes, sluts. One!" Vincent cried out as Amma's paddle came crashing down onto his ass. The sudden slap surprised him, but it was the heat of the blow that made him squirm afterward. Amma was transferring all her fears into her swing, punishing Vincent's ass with blows far more powerful than he had experienced since childhood. Across from him, Kyle was suffering just as much. Maxine was using her tennis training to good use, pounding his white buttocks with accurate swings. His pink ass revealed welts quickly to the delight of the audience. Worse, Kyle's cock was bouncing between his legs, aching intensely from having Mistress Elisa stroke his back while the beautiful leggy girl spanked his ass. "Ten!" Mistress Elisa called out after what felt like an eternity to Kyle and Vincent. Both guys had asses as red as cherries and their faces were just as flushed with shame. Their buttocks were aflame with welts, burning with a heat that continued after the spanking was finished. Maxine and Amma gave each other a high- five, both of them sweating under the hot lights. Their white bras were soaked much to the delight of the zooming cameras. "When we return, we shall begin round two with the Board of Punishment! Don't change that channel!" Mistress Elisa said as her gloved hands coaxed the guys' sore bottoms. "Ok, we're cut. Let's get ready for the next round," a voice over the intercom announced. The masked men efficiently released Kyle and Vincent while other stagehands pushed the benches away and brought several curtained items on stage. The girls just stood there, a little lost, as the guys stretched and rubbed their spanked asses. Neither group knew what to say to the other. The guys merely covered their genitals with their hands while Amma crossed her arms over her generous breasts. Maxine simply fidgeted, shifting from foot to foot. "Nice first round people," a suited man said to them, joining the confused guests. He was very short, but carried himself like one who owned the place. He kept rubbing the diamonds on his watch, obviously trying to impress the contestants. "You've got a chance to really earn some money now. The rewards are doubled." "Fuck this," Maxine snapped. "I was only going along because you had me chained up. I'm leaving." "Oh, I wouldn't do that," the short man said sweetly. He pointed to five men dressed as police officers sitting in the audience. "You see, your contracts state you'll play the game to the conclusion or risk a three year prison term for breach of contract. The police are here in case we have to resort to that. We've spent a lot of money on camera time and our crew, so you really wouldn't want to make us pursue legal courses in order to get our money's worth. Besides, have you ever been in a Mexican prison? It's not pleasant for such attractive Americans like yourself." "Where does a show like this air?" Kyle protested. "I've never seen a guy's balls on any game show before." "We make shows for subscription networks. We specialize in adult entertainment that is seen all through South America and now some Eastern European states," the man said proudly. "You'll be seen world wide, but don't worry, no one in America will never see it." "Dude, I don't want my dick seen by people in Brazil!" Vincent argued. "Too bad, you signed contracts," the man said sharply. "The prizes are legit. You'll be paid everything you earn, and you'll get trips to Sadism 2, the erotic resort. Trust me, anything that embarrasses you here will be forgotten by the time you get fucked for the third time by a hot model of your choice." "What's this about the losers getting on their knees?" Amma asked. "Exactly that. The losers have to pleasure the winners in any manner the winner chooses, as long as your knees never leave the ground. The kids love it, it's a popular finale to the show." "That's fine with me," Maxine said, hand on her hip as she looked Vincent up and down. "You losers are behind already. I wouldn't mind getting something out of this game." "Maxine!" Amma said, shocked. "What?" Maxine snapped. "If a bunch of horny Mexicans are going to see me almost naked, I might as well get some action from it. We've got nothing to worry about." "I'll give you something to worry about," Vincent snapped before Kyle pulled him away from the group. "He's just a bit excited!" Kyle tried to say by way of apology. Maxine just lifted her palm in the universal sign of 'talk to the hand.' The enforcers separated the two teams into two spotlighted areas, but thankfully no one was bound or restrained. Mistress Elisa returned to the set after touching up her lipstick, taking her place next to a huge board that had been wheeled to the podium. With a countdown, the show began again. "Welcome back, painfreaks, to 'On your Knees!'" Mistress Elisa announced. "Round two begins and it's time for the Board of Pain! Contestants, every category on this board represents a different physical task. Win at a task, and you'll get two hundred dollars. Lose at a task, and you receive a special punishment designed for that category. There are seven categories to choose from, but we will only use five. Whoever has the most money at the end of the round will have the advantage when we go into Final Humiliation." "The categories are, 'Take it Bitch', 'Twister', 'Spit Swapping', 'Name Calling', 'Monkey Spanking', 'Pinata', and finally, 'Mouth Wash'. Sluts, since you went second in round one, you pick first in round two." Amma leaned next to Maxine to whisper, "'Take it Bitch' and 'Pinata' sound like they would be painful. We should pick something that sounds the least harmful." "How about 'Twister?'" Maxine asked. "They probably just want us to play a game of Twister and embarrass ourselves." A whip cracked over the intercom and Mistress Elisa demanded an answer. "We'll take 'Twister,'" Amma said to their microphone. "Very well," Mistress Elisa said. A cruel smile came across her full lips, as thin and nasty as a knife. "Every task requires one person from each team. Select who you want to represent your team." "I'll go for my team," Vincent announced. Seeing Kyle's worried face, he said to him, "Don't worry, I always win naked Twister at my fraternity." "I didn't want to know that," Kyle groaned. "I'll go," Maxine said, her old attitude coming back. She wanted to stomp Vincent personally. After their choices were made, curtains pulled away from one of the seven set-up areas. Their hooded enforcers pulled Vincent and Maxine to the Twister area, and their feet and hands were chained similar to what had happened in the first round. Their faces had the same confusion as they realized they weren't playing the popular party game after all. Vincent was disturbed that his hands were above his head and he couldn't hide his cock anymore, while Maxine was conscious of how her breasts jutted forward in her sweaty bra with her arms raised. "In this task, we'll be putting nipple clamps on you and twisting them until one of you gives up. When the pain is too much, just surrender, and the other team will get the money. For that, we'll need to remove that slut's bra. Enforcers?" Mistress Elisa laughed as Maxine struggled in her chains. A gorgeous hooded woman took a long knife and slit the shoulder straps of Maxine's tiny bra. Then she stepped behind the black beauty and unfastened the clasps in the back. With a quick whip, the bra was thrown off of Maxine to reveal her lovely, pert breasts. They were shaped like pears, dark and shiny from sweat. The enforcers took two small clips, each of them adorned with bells, and snapped them cruelly onto Vincent and Maxine's nipples. Both of them cried out as the tight rubber teeth squeezed their nipples. Vincent was ashamed of being belled, and felt quite emasculated by their tiny jingles. Maxine just couldn't believe her nipples could hurt as much as they did. "Enforcers, on my mark, twist once!" Mistress Elisa called out. The assigned enforcers cruelly twisted the right nipples of both contestants. Vincent's legs gave out as the pain raced through his chest and only the chains holding his hands kept him upright. Maxine's mouth opened into a silent scream of outrage as her breast was mauled beyond her comprehension. "Now for the second twist!" Mistress Elisa cried out. The other enforcers flanking the contestants reached over and grabbed the left nipples of the bound victims. This time Maxine shut her eyes and tried to ignore the biting pain that seemed to penetrate both of her full breasts. Vincent bit his lips as the searing grip of the clamps flooded his mind. "Third twist!" Mistress Elisa said with a perky voice. The enforcers, who had already twisted their right nipples, turned the clamps another forty-five degrees. Vincent tried to wiggle to shake the burly enforcer's hand off but it was useless. The cuffs held him too tightly and the hooded man only laughed as his grip followed Vincent's flailing nipple. Vincent just couldn't avoid the sharp pain. Maxine was suffering worse. When her enforcer twisted her nipple, the entire weight of her breasts shifted with it, causing a much larger area to burn than Vincent's chest. The stubborn woman had never quit anything in her life, but she knew she couldn't stand the pain any further. Just the thought of her other nipple suffering like that was enough for her to shout, "I give, I give! Get it off me!" "Ahh," Mistress Elisa pouted. "So soon? You're all bitch and no bite. Wimps, you win two hundred dollars! As for you slut, your punishment is that you must wear those clamps for the rest of the show." "I don't get to put my bra on?" Maxine asked. Mistress Elisa's cruel laugh was her answer. The enforcers released their grips, but left the annoying clamps. Maxine's pain abated a little down to a raw tingle. As they released her from her cuffs, Maxine frowned as the tiny bells seemed to ring constantly as her breasts swayed for the view of the cheering audience. "Shit!" Vincent cried out as the clamps were removed. He found out the hard way that the most painful part was the blood returning. He stumbled as he walked away, clutching his chest and trying to massage them. Mistress Elisa laughed at his weakness. "Wimps, you get to pick the second game, and the other partner must play it. What shall it be?" Mistress Elisa asked. Kyle had had time to look at the categories and he tried to guess the least painful. "'Name Calling,'" he said. Immediately a curtain went up to show another arrangement similar to the previous task. When Kyle tried to step into his stocks, the enforcers prevented him, though they secured the lovely Amma in cuffs and stocks. Kyle couldn't help notice how her freckles expanded down from her face and past her shoulders and onto the tops of her barely held breasts. "You'll like this task, wimp," Mistress Elisa said by his side. "You will have sixty seconds to write the words 'slut', 'bitch' or 'whore' on your opponent's body. You can only write it on her breasts, her ass, her stomach, her thighs or on her face. Try to write as many names as possible. Here's your marker, now begin!" Kyle took the felt tip marker they gave him and rushed over to Amma. He bent down and quickly wrote the word 'slut' on her stomach, amazed at how smooth her skin was. Realizing his ass was on the line, he whispered a quick apology to Amma as he wrote on the top of her breasts. The breasts were spilling out of her tiny bra as it was and he caught a good look of pink nipples as he wrote the word 'slut' on both breasts. Her right tit did slip out as he pressed the cold marker to her skin and without thinking, he stuffed her breast back into her bra. The camera caught his groping and the crowd cheered his boldness Kyle almost wrote on her face since he was there, but looking at the shocked outrage on Amma's face, he chickened out. He dropped to his knees and quickly scribbled the word 'slut' on her immobile thighs. Amma just stared on in disbelief. First this guy wrote on her tits and then he touched her nipple in front of everybody! She hated herself for the swelling of heat she felt between her legs as her assailant wrote on her thighs. "Time's up!" Mistress Elisa said with a snap of her fingers. Strong arms gripped Kyle and lifted him from the ground as they secured him in the chains beside Amma. Amma was released and when she tried to wipe some of the marker off, the hooded enforcers stopped her. She was given a marker and she smiled as she looked at Kyle's helpless body. "The words you need to write are 'wimp', 'eunuch', and 'limp' and your target locations are both sides of his chest, his face, both thighs, his cock and his ass," Mistress Elisa instructed. "You have sixty seconds, go!" Amma smiled, and with her hair down back into the two plaits, she almost looked childish. Kyle recognized the look as revenge. Amma very deliberately, and very carefully, wrote the word 'wimp' on his left cheek. Kyle didn't try to turn his head, he was afraid of how the enforcers would counter it. When she had gotten her revenge, Amma turned her attention to his chest, writing 'wimp' there next. Her leg brushed Kyle's stiff cock, and both of them felt a pleasant shock at the contact. Kyle moaned and Amma blushed, embarrassed to have touched him. "Time's up!" Mistress Elisa announced, and the enforcers roughly grabbed Amma and put her back into her chains beside Kyle. The two of them looked at each other, not sure where this twisted game was going next. Mistress Elisa stepped in front of them, and snapped pictures of them using a Polaroid camera. "It looks like the wimps wrote five words, while the sluts only wrote three. You were too horny to write slut? Or did you just like rubbing up against his cock?" Mistress Elisa snapped an extra picture at the angry blush that was creeping down Amma's face and onto her chest. "Two hundred more dollars go to the wimps! As your punishment, we're going to take enough pictures of you, Amma, so that every member of our audience and your two opponents can go home with a souvenir!" "What?" Amma shrieked, but then cameras from all around her started flashing. The pale girl twisted and turned in her cuffs but the bulbs kept flashing. They took close to a hundred pictures of her writhing, nearly nude body chain to her place. "It's your turn ladies to pick the next category," Mistress Elisa said when Amma was finally released. "Choose wisely, the guys are now ahead by two hundred dollars." "These things hurt," Maxine complained as the clamps jingled from her tits. "I don't want another contest like that." "We've got to start winning," Amma said, shaken that every person in this audience now had such an embarrassing picture of her. "'Mouth Wash', I bet that's an oral thing, we would do much better than the guys there." "You think so?" Maxine said uncertainly. "Fine, we pick 'Mouth Wash'!" "Excellent," Mistress Elisa said. Enforcers grabbed Amma and Kyle, dragging them to a rising curtain where two chairs were waiting. Mysterious wash tubs were located above each chair. The were forced to sit down and their wrists and ankles were secured. Maxine and Vincent were led to stand beside them, Maxine at Kyle's chair and Vincent at Amma's chair. Handcuffs were slapped on the standing contestants' wrists, holding their arms behind their backs. "This task is simple, but we must remove that annoying bra first," Mistress Elisa commanded. To Amma's distress, one of the female enforcers approached her with the shiny knife. The hooded woman slit both of Amma's shoulder straps and then slit down the middle of her massive cleavage. Amma sat very still as the cold knife passed between her breasts and freed her chest. As her large pale melons popped free, a roar came from the crowd at the sight of the biggest breasts of today's show. "Here is the task," Mistress Elisa explained. "We will empty two cans of whipped cream on both of our victims. It will be up to you two to lick every drop off in two minutes. Whoever licks the most off, wins the two hundred dollars." Enforcers stood on both sides of the seated contestants and then sprayed the whipped cream directly on their bodies. Amma screamed as the cold whipped cream landed on her nipples, causing her to shiver from the cold as well as the excitement. Kyle was silent as the white cream coated his chest, dripping down onto his erect cock. "On your mark, get set, lick!" Maxine and Vincent dived on their meals, each eager to out perform the other, though Vincent was more interested in nibbling on Amma's platter of delights. Vincent buried his face into Amma's chest, sinking up to his ears in her breasts while the embarrassed girl screamed the entire time. His mouth was open and his tongue flicking as he ran his mouth between her cleavage. It was the most fun he had had since this game had started. Maxine was all business as she knelt between Kyle's legs. She bent down and latched her mouth onto his skin, and then slowly yet methodically ran her mouth across him, left to right. Kyle watched in wonder as the black woman gobbled every trace of whipped cream from his chest. Maxine was focused completely on her task, not even trying to avoid Kyle's cock that she stroked with her breasts every time she moved across his chest. Kyle was openly moaning as the bells on her nipple clamps would touch his aching cock. "Time's up! Stand up and we'll determine a winner," Mistress Elisa commanded. When they stood, she examined each captive's chest, judging how much cream was removed. It wasn't hard to judge at all. "The sluts are the winners!" she declared. "You took too much time sucking those big jugs, Vincent! Now your partner will pay the price!" Suddenly, the tub over Kyle's head tipped over, splashing him with a heavy downpour of water, obliterating all of the whipped cream but also drenching him in a torrent of cold water. His cock shriveled instantly under the cold water and the monitors caught every deflating second. He spit out water, his blonde hair now plastered darkly to his face. Amma was simply released and given a towel to clean herself with. As she returned to their microphones, she gave Vincent a withering look of pure scorn. Her pale chest was covered in red marks where his spiked collar had rubbed her sensitive flesh. Maxine was cheerful for winning but Amma was in no mood to celebrate. Maxine used her towel to wipe the whipped cream from her own chest, careful not to touch her very sensitive nipples that were still clamped. Kyle made squishing noises as he walked back across to where his partner was waiting by the microphone. The look of scorn he gave Vincent almost matched the one Amma gave him. Vincent smiled and shrugged. "Hey, it washed the writing off you," Vincent offered weakly. "We have a very close game now, all tied up at five hundred dollars," Mistress Elisa announced. She leaned forward on her podium so that the home audience could admire all 40DD of her Hispanic breasts. "Wimps, you select the next category." "It's your turn to compete, so you pick," Vincent offered. "Well, I'm sure as Hell not picking 'Pinata', that will involve someone getting hurt," Kyle whispered. "'Spit Swapping' sounds unhygienic while 'Take it Bitch' doesn't sound good either." "Dude, 'Take it Bitch' is the one, you know these girls can't handle pain," Vincent offered. "Neither can I!" Kyle countered. "Wait a second, 'Monkey Spanking' is slang for masturbation. I can masturbate! I'm dying to masturbate!" He leaned down to the microphone. "I'll take 'Monkey Spanking'." The crowd erupted in frenzied cheering. "Oh shit," Kyle thought as he heard their reaction. The powerful enforcers grabbed him roughly on the shoulders and led him to a set of tilted tables that were being revealed. He was forced to lean against the table, which was tilted at a forty-five degree angle. His ankles were secured very far apart from one another while his hands were stretched high above him. Amma was secured in a similar way right next to him. "Once again, we need to strip you slut. Remove the thong!" Mistress Elisa declared. The audience chanted as the female enforcer used her knife to snip the thin thong from Amma's body. Amma could no longer be shocked at this point. She just watched as her pale red bush was revealed to the audience and to the closing video cameras. Amma almost laughed at the futility of it all. "This task is one of the hardest," Mistress Elisa explained. "Each of you will have your cock or your pussy lashed with one of our Cat-o-Nine Tails. It's quite simple. First one to give up loses and the other team gets a hundred dollars. As a bonus, I'll do the whipping." The rowdy audience cheered at this news and Amma and Kyle both closed their eyes prayed. The leather clad Mistress gave a few practice swings with the black Nine tails, cutting the air with the plastic lashes. On a whim, she started with Kyle, bringing it down right on his erect cock. "Fuck!" Kyle screamed, the nine lashes striking his cock, balls and part of his thighs. "No!" Amma screamed as the lashes flattened against her sex lips. She was startled by the lashes, but even more so by the familiar trickle of arousal she felt between her legs. "Two!" Mistress Elisa called out, enjoying her work as she lashed down hard on Kyle's cock. His whole body lifted as he reeled from the sudden shock of having his cock whipped. As soon as the pain peaked, he felt his cock throb with expecting pleasure. Kyle came to the conclusion that his cock was a slut. "Damn!" Amma winced, her eyes shut and her head bent down. The lashes had struck her perfectly, causing small bands of heat to rise on her exposed sex. One lash even struck her emerging clitoris and the shivers of pain and pleasure blew her mind. Amma decided her betraying clit was as bad a cock. "Three!" Mistress Elisa yelled, sweat beginning to appear on her lovely Hispanic skin. "Shit!" Kyle answered her after the lashes struck his cock. One lash had struck the tip of his throbbing cock, blinding him with pain but also exciting him further than he could imagine. Amma then received her third lashing and cried out as the nine lashes hit her squarely on her sex. All nine lashes landed tightly together, stinging her poor sex and teasing her clitoris once more. Amma's pale chest was heaving as she felt her body seize with intense desire. "I quit! I quit! Please just stop!" Amma cried out, just barely saving Kyle from another punishment stroke. Kyle was released, and for once, he was glad for the presence of the leather-clad men. He leaned on them for fear his legs would give way. Kyle raised one hand in victory, amazed he survived that ordeal with his sanity. He was surprised when Mistress Elisa gave him the Cat-O-Nine tails. "Her punishment is to receive another three lashes, and you have the honor of doing them," Mistress Elisa explained. "But she can't take any more," Kyle protested. "Shall I administer them?" Mistress Elisa taunted. Kyle growled and stepped closer to Amma. "I'm sorry again," Kyle whispered, not sure if she heard him. He knew if he did a sucky job that it might go worse for all of them, so he swung back, and brought it down hard on Amma's glowing red sex. The sound of plastic striking soft flesh and hair made Kyle wince, but it made Amma nearly black out. The sensation was so intense and this time, more personal now that it was an attractive guy striking her. Amma knew she should be mad at this guy, but the fact he was in the same position as her gave them a bond. Amma hated herself, but she was attracted to the wet blond guy lashing her poor pussy. The second lashing was better and worse than the first. She locked eye contact with Kyle, watching his face as he brought the lashes down on her. Her clit was struck again and this time she moaned shamelessly, pure pleasure overwhelming her pain. She forgot the audience was there, forgot that the cameras were zooming in on her nude body and forgot that she was being filmed for the masturbating pleasure of men everywhere. All she felt was the heat in her pussy, and she wanted more. With the third lashing, she got it. Amma's red clit was struck by two lashes this time, and she felt an orgasm almost explode right between her legs. Her whole body arched on the table, and she sighed as the intensity swept her. Poor Kyle never suspected he girl was so close to climax. Amma was released and Kyle returned to Vincent's side. Mistress Elisa also returned to her podium, a healthy flush on her body. She smiled cruelly for the camera, enjoying every moment she had spent torturing the contestants. Mistress Elisa breathed with false desire for the people at home. "Well done Wimps, you're back in the lead again. Sluts, you have one last chance to tie it up before we go to Final Humiliation. What is your category?" Amma leaned heavily on the tall Maxine, breathless and incoherent. Maxine looked at the last three categories. She didn't like the look of any of them, but she also knew they couldn't afford another loss. Thinking about how much of a wimp Vincent appeared to be, the desperate woman picked the one she thought would be the worse. "'Take it Bitch!'" Maxine said into the microphone, relishing the brief look of misplaced anger from Mistress Elisa. "Very good," Mistress Elisa recovered. The Enforcers led Maxine and Vincent to a parting curtain. Two huge white dildos were sticking out of a platform sitting very low on the ground. The lack of any restraints was noticed by both of them. Vincent and Maxine were positioned above both of the upright dildos, and the audience could see the terror on their faces. "Remove her thong," Mistress Elisa ordered, and with a fast cut, Maxine's thong fell to the floor. The leggy beauty was too exhausted to bother to cover her thick bush of curly hair. Maxine just stood there with her hands on her hips as the audience admired her lack of modesty. "This final task is for two hundred dollars," Mistress Elisa explained. "You will have sixty seconds to get that nice, fourteen inch dildo up as far as you can in your ass. Whoever sinks the lowest wins. Before you start, let's have some lubrication. Turn around!" Maxine and Vincent were forced to turn around by the enforcers, but Vincent was babbling his protest. "Up my ass? I don't swing that way! You can't possibly expect me to put that monster in me!" "It's your choice," Mistress Elisa said as she squirted a long stream of lubricant at his ass. "If you sit on your ass instead of sitting on the dildo, you'll let the sluts tie it back up again." Mistress Elisa then squirted a stream of lubricant on Maxine's ass, the shiny liquid looked great on Maxine's dark skin. "Sit on the damn pole!" Kyle screamed. "I didn't take a dick whipping for you to chicken out now!" "I knew you wouldn't have the balls for real pain," Maxine said over her shoulder. "I've had these damn bells on and I'm still more man than you." "Fuck all of you," Vincent said, but he felt the pressure. He didn't want to shove anything up his ass, but he wanted to be the one who lost it for his team even less. "Get ready, get set, take it bitches," Mistress Elisa commanded the two contestants, their backs still against the audience. Maxine dropped first, grabbing both sides of her ebony buttocks and pulling them apart. She had done anal sex before, but usually she wasn't the one doing the pushing. The dildo slid into her black hole, the lubrication easing it in. The bells jingled constantly as she tried to sit, forever reminding her of the pain of her sore nipples. Her breasts felt heavy, perpetually being dragged down by her clamps. She concentrated on her nipple pain to help her ignore the burning agony she felt as the dildo pushed up into her. Vincent fought his homophobia for about ten seconds before making his descent. Squatting like that, he felt humiliated that he was appearing to take a dump. He reached down and grabbed the dildo firmly, aiming it at his ass. Once he felt the impossibly large tool at his anus, he took a deep breath and dropped down quickly. "Fucking shit damn!" Vincent screamed, the dildo impaling his body. He went down too fast, never giving his body a chance to adapt but also ramming a good six inches into him. It felt like he was being split in two, but still he lowered his body. Vincent felt like he was being fucked by a bull. Maxine looked over at the squatting screamer beside her and she couldn't believe her eyes. The damn bastard was sinking fast on his dildo! Maxine's ass was tight around her dildo, straining to encompass it and this asshole was making her look bad. Her black fit ass and her long legs were watched lovingly by the cameras as she bounced on the dildo, trying to fuck it into her. "Time's up! Quit moving!" Mistress Elisa commanded. She reached down and used a marker to mark where on the dildos their asses had stopped. For both of them it was torture to remain still while the Dominatrix casually made her marks. Both of them cried out with relief when they were allowed to stand back up. "The sluts took in eight inches, and the wimps took in eleven! The wimps win another two hundred dollars!" Mistress Elisa happily announced. "Vincent, you have what it takes to take a cock! Maxine, you can learn something from him. You'll get your chance to learn now, for your punishment is you have to wear this butt- plug for the rest of the show." Before Maxine could react, the male enforcers left Vincent's side and grabbed the screaming black woman. They lifted her off the ground while the female enforcers held tightly to her legs. With her ass once again to the audience, Maxine screamed as she felt Mistress Elisa insert the three-inch rubber plug in her ass. Her ass was still aflame from the pounding she gave it, and this rubber piece in her ass only reminded her of what she had suffered. "That's it for round two!" Mistress Elisa told the cameras as Maxine hobbled to her partner. "The score is nine hundred for the wimps, and five hundred for the sluts. Come back after this commercial to see Final Humiliation, followed by the losers getting on their knees!" "And we're cut!" the intercom announced. Their enforcers closely guarded both groups of contestants as stagehands scrambled to pull almost everything off the set. Mistress Elisa was swarmed by three makeup artists who corrected stray hairs, dusted her cleavage and polished her leather gear. Two circular platforms were brought out and the contestants were told to stand on them. An ominous platform was placed between the two groups consisting of two-foot stools with leather straps. The stools were facing each other and looked very sturdy. "That's where you're going when we win assholes!" Maxine yelled at the guys. Her hips kept shifting as she tried to get comfortable with a butt-plug up her ass. "Fat chance, jingle-tits!" Vincent snapped back. "We're four hundred ahead!" Kyle and Amma looked at each other, each a bit embarrassed by their partners. Kyle felt terrible for whipping the girl. She seemed like a nice person and now he certainly couldn't ask her out. Amma was thinking the same thing, though she was a bit disturbed by the erection that was swinging between his legs. She thought he had to be some sort of pervert to be enjoying this, but she couldn't deny the fire she felt herself. "You're only four hundred ahead because you took that pole up your ass," Maxine countered, snapping her head back and forth as she talked. She winced, the rapid head movement made her breasts swing and the clamps tugged mercilessly at her nipples. "If the next contest involves sucking dick you'll probably win that, too!" That last comment hit too close to home for Vincent. "Your mama!" he yelled, and even Kyle looked at him oddly for that remark. "Quiet on the set, we're ready to go," the intercom announced, so Vincent and Maxine resorted to hand gestures to continue their insults. "Welcome back to 'On Your Knees', it's time for Final Humiliation!" Mistress Elisa announced. She had left her podium and stood between the two contestants. She carried a set of cards sticking out of her cleavage. "The rules are simple," Mistress Elisa said. "I will read a command from a card. The first team that does the command wins three hundred dollars. When time is up, the team with the least money has to get on their knees! Sluts, you're behind by two hundred dollars, so work your sorry asses!" Mistress Elisa drew a card from her cleavage. "The first command, is one of you slap the ass of the other." SLAP! Vincent jumped as Kyle quickly spanked the ass of his partner. Maxine and Amma were still looking at each other when Kyle had reacted. "Very good, wimps!" Mistress Elisa said. "Dude!" Vincent complained. He rubbed his ass tenderly. "Next command, get on all fours and bark like a dog!" Kyle dropped to his knees like a marine ordered to do push-ups. Maxine moved to bend down but the plug in her ass flared as she bent over. By the time Amma tried to take her place, Kyle was already barking. The crowd laughed and barked back at the humiliated guy. "You have what it takes, Kyle. We might need to talk later, wimp," Mistress Elisa quipped, drawing amusement from the crowd. "Damn it," Maxine complained. "Listen Amma, it's up to you. Whatever she says, just do it." "You sure?" Amma asked. "Yes, don't even hesitate. I want to beat these fuckers," Maxine said ruthlessly. "The next command is to grab the pubic hair of your partner!" "Fuck you Kyle," Vincent snapped. On the other platform, Amma snapped her hand over to Maxine's bush. The contrast of her pale hand next to Maxine's skin was captured in loving detail by the cameras. Amma was surprised by how soft and pliant Maxine's hair was, but she was more than happy to let go when they were given their three hundred dollars. "Finally the sluts are playing," Mistress Elisa announced. "You're still five hundred behind and here's the next command. Suck the big toe of your partner!" "Jesus!" Vincent swore and as Kyle dropped to beside his feet. Kyle hesitated as he looked at his friend's toe. There was no way he was going to touch that. Meanwhile, Amma bent to one knee while Maxine carefully raised one foot to rest on Amma's knee. Amma grimaced as she guided Maxine's toe to her mouth. The poor girl tried not to let her tongue touch Maxine's toe, but it was impossible not to taste the woman's dirty feet. "Another three hundred to the sluts, you're starting to catch up!" Mistress Elisa said. "The score right now is fifteen hundred to eleven hundred." "Damn it Vincent, do you want to get on your knees and let Maxine do what ever she wants with you?" Kyle snarled as their scores were recapped. "Well, no," Vincent admitted. "But all of these commands are gay." "Look at it this way," Kyle tried. "You've already taken a dildo up your ass, wouldn't you be willing to do it again just to fuck Maxine?" Vincent looked at the leggy black girl, her nipples adorned with the golden bells. "Yeah, yeah, you're right! Let's win this thing!" "The next command is for one of you to grab your ankles while the other partner rubs their crotch against your ass!" "Ok, we'll let that one slide," Kyle admitted to a relieved Vincent. Amma blushed as she tried to grab her ankles. Her large breasts pressed against her legs as she tried to hold her balance. Maxine had no problem with stepping behind the white girl and grabbing her hips. The tall girl had to stoop a little but she danced her crotch against Amma's ass until Mistress Elisa declared them the winner. Maxine was even getting used to the butt- plug; it barely hurt at all when she humped Amma's ass. "Another three hundred to the sluts and we have our next command. Bite your partner's nipple, and make sure we see your teeth!" Amma turned to dive at Maxine's chest but stopped when she considered the golden clamps. She changed tactics and grabbed Maxine's head and bent the tall black woman down to her chest. Maxine bit Amma's pink nipple gently, her eyes shut and her face grimacing. She was shocked to hear Mistress Elisa announce the guys as the winners. Both girls looked and to their disbelief, Kyle had Vincent's nipple in his teeth. Vincent smiled weakly as the audience shouted several lewd offers. Kyle stood back up and wiped his mouth vigorously. "I think you are all starting to enjoy this," teased Mistress Elisa. "Your next command is to get on all fours and let your partner sit on your back." Kyle and Amma dropped to their knees again; at this point they were used to it. Vincent paused as he thought about the implications of his bare cock on Kyle's back. Maxine on the other hand straddled Amma quickly, but was having trouble lowering herself with her butt-plug being squeezed by her shifting buttocks. Maxine saw that Vincent was just barely swinging his leg over Kyle's kneeling body, and that's when the black woman went for broke. She surrendered to her dilemma and dropped her ass on Amma's waiting body. The impact sent a jarring spasm through her butt-plug, but it was worth it when the sluts were declared the winners of another three hundred dollars. "The next command is-" Mistress Elisa was interrupted by the noise of a whip cracking. "Wait, that is the end of Final Humiliation! Let's check our scores. The pitiful wimps have eighteen hundred dollars and the sluts only have seventeen hundred dollars. The wimps are today's winners and the girls have to . . ." The crowd chanted "Get on your knees!" The male enforcers left the guys' side and rushed over to the women before they could put up a resistance. Amma and Maxine had their hands forced behind their backs and handcuffs were snapped around their wrists. Maxine swore at the enforcers the entire time they pushed her over to the footstools. The girls were positioned so that they were facing each other as they were forced to kneel on the footstools. The enforcers worked quickly to strap the leather around their knees that were spread apart for maximum entry. "Now wimps, enjoy yourselves though try to make it last at least ten minutes," Mistress Elisa whispered to the stunned men. "If you get off too soon, try to fill the extra time by spanking them or doing something else equally humiliating. We do want the folks at home to get their money's worth. If you chicken out, we'll let have the enforcers use them. Either way, those girls are getting fucked tonight." "Yes ma'am!" Vincent yelled. "I can't believe we're going to fuck in front of all these people," Kyle said as the girls were strapped in. "Hey, after all the abuse this crowd has given us, I don't mind making them jealous by fucking these hot girls," answered Vincent. "True, but I feel bad for the girls," Kyle said. "What? Do you seriously think they wouldn't do the same for us?" Vincent said. "Look at this way. Do you really want them to get used by those masked guys? You're doing them a favor." Mistress Elisa then walked over to the two bound girls. "Listen sluts, if you bite our winners, or in anyway disrupt their enjoyment, then you forfeit you winnings, and you are considered in breach of your contract. Let me just assure you, the local justice system will violate you worse than our winners ever could. I hope you think about this." "Go to it wimps!" Mistress Elisa yelled out. She stood between the two girls, tilting her hands in the international style of game show hostesses presenting prizes. "We're only an hour long show!" "About time!" Vincent yelled walking right over to Maxine. "Who's getting fucked now?" he asked as he stepped behind her. He brought his hand on her ass hard, enjoying the feel of her firm ass. Maxine jumped at the impact and Vincent put his hand on her shoulder to keep her still. "I'm going to keep spanking you till you ask me to fuck you," Vincent warned. He had a lot of aggression to work through. The bare-handed blows rained down on Maxine's ass. The crowd loved it, laughing and taunting the wincing black girl. Maxine's tits kept ringing from every impact, the bells bouncing with his spanks. Each spank also aggravated her butt-plug, sending a fresh new jolt of pain. Maxine had never been so humiliated and yet the loss of control sparked something deep in her belly. She knew how to stop him from slapping her ass, and for some reason, the idea turned her on. "Ok, ok!" Maxine yelled. "Fuck me, fuck me! Just fuck me now!" Vincent paused, unsure of what he heard. Then he quickly dropped down and mounted her from behind. He felt the welts of her ass on his thighs and stomach, and it aroused him further to know that heat came from him. He held on to her bound wrists so she wouldn't fall completely forward and holding her up like this, he began to pump her savagely. Maxine shuddered as he pounded her. The act of surrender had obliterated all guilt for her. She knew she had no choice in the manner, she knew she was being used in front of a large audience but none of that mattered because she couldn't stop it anyway. Once she accepted how helpless she was, she began to enjoy Vincent for what he was- a hard, insistent cock. For the first time in Maxine's life, she had given in to her desires, and the result was pure pleasure. Vincent was so eager; he couldn't hold onto Maxine and fuck her at the same time. With her body leaning forward enough to allow his cock, it took a lot of his strength just to hold on to her wrists. Mistress Elisa saw his trouble and reached down to grab a handful of Maxine's black hair. The dominatrix waved Vincent's hands away and she held Maxine's body up by the hair. The black woman cried out as her weight fell forward and the tugging of her hair caught her. The pain was just another distraction as Vincent's cock filled her pussy. Opposite Maxine, Kyle had walked over to in front of Amma and dropped down to grab her ass from behind. The wet blond also nibbled on her ear, but that was just a ruse to talk to her. "Listen, they said if we fucked you girls well, we'll double our winnings," he whispered. "If we didn't, you girls would be fucked by the enforcers. How about we work together and I'll split with you the doubled money?" Amma was experiencing strange tingles from where Kyle's breath was on her neck. Her choice was easy. She turned her head and appeared to be kissing his ear when she gave her answer. "It's a deal, please fuck me now," Amma whispered. Kyle didn't need to be told twice. He moaned when she made her request and stood up. He quickly walked behind Amma's kneeling body and then sat down. Kyle spun his body around and then lay back, placing his face between her bound legs. Reaching up, he grabbed her pale, round ass and lowered her body onto his face. Amma's head tilted back as Kyle's mouth touched her sensitive sex. The hot studio lights made her sweat but his tongue and lips on her sex made her shiver. Kyle's mouth cooled the welts she had received from Mistress Elisa's lashes and every time his tongue would trace one of her lash marks, Amma would moan uncontrollably. When his mouth found her clitoris, she had her first climax as his tongue whipped her in a more pleasing way. The camera zoomed in on Amma's climaxing face. It captured the way her mouth opened the bead of sweat on her forehead, the trembling of her lips and the clenched eyes that told of her orgasm. Amma bounced her body on Kyle's mouth as much as the straps would allow, driving her sex harder onto his mouth. "Five minutes left wimps," Mistress Elisa announced too quietly for the audience to hear. "Let's see some money shots!" "Get up here," Amma sighed, looking down on Kyle between her legs. "I can't take any more down there," Kyle slid out from under Amma, his face shiny with her desire. The crowd cheered him, clapping furiously. He gave them a half-hearted wave; Kyle had never been applauded for oral sex before. When Kyle came around to Amma's front, the girl bent her head down and captured his standing cock in her lips. He held onto her ponytail plaits as the freckled woman sucked his cock down. He felt her large breasts sway with her body, bouncing constantly into his knees. Her head was in a perfect loop of motion, sucking him down to his balls and then returning back up to the tip of his cock. While Kyle received a grateful blowjob, Vincent was experiencing performance anxiety. He was humping Maxine's tight pussy for all he was worth but he just couldn't climax. Even with the beautiful Mistress Elisa and her wonderful cleavage in front of him, he couldn't cross that threshold and cum. Maxine had similar problems. Her body was at a forty- five degree angle and her breasts were bouncing painfully with every thrust from the rapid Vincent. That pain was compounded by the screaming of her scalp, but all of that was nothing compared to the burning insertion of her butt-plug. Once she had surrendered to her feelings, she was having great sex, but the combined pain was too much to let her climax. "Take the plug out of my ass," Maxine yelled to her co- star. Vincent put his hand on the ring sticking out of her ass. "Why should I?" he teased. Maxine growled, not used to having to negotiate. "Please, it hurts too much!" Not even Vincent could maintain his hostility for long. Maybe his own anal entry had softened his heart as well. Whatever the reason, Vincent grabbed the ring of her butt-plug and pulled it slowly out. He pulled it slowly because he didn't want it to hurt too much when it came out. Vincent didn't know that his slow pulling created a powerful reaction in Maxine. The act of the plug slowly retracting from her ass was as intense a sensation as being entered. Maxine moaned a crescendo as the plug slowly moved past her cheeks. As the tension slowly released, Maxine's pussy became more sensitive. When the plug did pop free, and the pain finally stopped, the sudden release of tension caused Maxine's sensitive sex to finally climax. Her body shook and legs tried so hard to move against their bonds. Her ass jerked and her tits as the orgasm bounced through her body. Poor Vincent still hadn't come yet. "Hey Kyle, you want to swap up?" he asked. Kyle's hands were in iron grips around Amma's plaits while the woman sucked her faster. "Fuck no!" Kyle snapped. Amma giggled slightly at his reaction, causing her lips to vibrate against his cock. When he moaned, her blue eyes looked up at him and smiled. She started to hum, gently at first and the reaction was immediate. Kyle's breathing deepened and he started fucking her mouth with slight motions. Amma continued to hum as she flickered her tongue over his cock's opening. "I'm going to cum!" Kyle shuddered and Mistress Elisa was instantly by his side. The Hispanic woman took charge and pulled Amma's mouth away by one of her plaits and she grabbed Kyle's cock with a gloved hand. Keeping Amma's face inches away from Kyle's cock, Mistress Elisa stroked him into a messy climax. Strings of cum flew from his cock onto Amma's trapped face as Mistress Elisa masturbated every last drop from his body. When Mistress Elisa went to Kyle, she released Maxine's hair and the black girl was lucky enough to catch herself from falling. Vincent was still pounding her from behind and although Maxine was enjoying it, the poor guy just couldn't climax. The cheering crowd, the bright lights, the menacing enforcers and the fact that he was fucking on camera was just too much of a distraction. Like a machine he kept fucking her, but he never managed to cum. "That's all the time we have for On Your Knees!" Mistress Elisa said, still coaxing a drop of semen from Kyle. "Good night and join us next time!" "No!" Vincent yelled and right then, he felt the surge. He quickly pulled out of her pussy and pumped his cock as fast as he could. The audience laughed at the sight of the desperate American beating his cock behind the bound black girl. Ignoring their laughs, Vincent finally exploded, sending his hot cum spraying over Maxine's back. The bound woman jerked as the hot semen hit her and she tried to wriggle out of her bonds as the messy cum dripped down her back and over her ass. "I did it!" Vincent cried. "Yes you did," Mistress Elisa said. "But it was when we went off the air. Better luck next time asshole." While the enforcers helped Amma out of her bounds and gave her a towel to clean up with, Kyle stayed by her side. "You played pretty well, I wish you were my partner," Kyle said. Amma blushed. "Your friend seems like a jerk," she said. She became conscious of her nudity now that the show was over and crossed her arms over her large chest. "I know this is kind of awkward to ask with us just having sex and being tortured for a international audience, but I was wondering if you would like to come with me on my resort trip?" he asked. "To Sadism 2? The resort that sounds a lot like what we just suffered?" Amma asked as she wrapped the towel around her waist. "Yeah but this time I'll get on my knees," he offered. Amma looked at Maxine who was wiping cum off her back and throwing it at Vincent. "We'll take turns," she responded.
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