The First Trial.

       As they dragged Jennifer towards me I felt what only can be described as horror at her transformation, my own was humiliating enough but hers dear god! Where my own had covered my flesh in this degrading exterior, Jennifer’s degradation was in the lack of covering hers offered how could these beastly people forget who she was? Her breasts seemed too be held out in front of her on a silver tray, inviting anyone who should feel the urge to take the opportunity to fondle her beautiful globes. As she came closer, I realized that tears were slowly leaking from the corner of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. Dirty trails ran through the make-up and other unspeakable fluids on her face. I saw the similarity with hers and mine after Dolly had used me so vilely. I tried not to think where the additions to her make-up had come from. I tried to run to my darling Jennifer but Dolly caught me after a few stumbling strides, pulling me back and slapping me on my behind with a sarcastic 'Bad Boy!'

       As I watched her make her way across the stage straining as I was against Dolly's grasp, she seemed to be unable to walk properly having to stop every few steps of her strutting walk to regain her balance. I knew that I had not had that much trouble walking in my own heels what else had they done to her? Finally she was before me and I could take her on properly, I couldn't look on her face the pain and humiliation surely shown there would be too much for me to bear. I saw that she had been dressed almost totally in the basest shade of pink possible. The bra around her chest seemed to offer her more in discomfort, than it did in support. Tightly fitted around the base of her breasts, the garment gave her round full breasts a swollen appearance as it pushed them out brazenly. A tiny pair of shorts girded her loin’s notable more for what they did not cover, than any protection they offered. I saw the glistening wetness on her inner thighs and on the ridiculous boots she was laced into. My heart fell my god my poor poor Jennifer! What had the monsters done to her! What had they forced her do!

       Knowing that Jennifer needed my support and strength more than ever now, I raised my eyes to her face. Looking into her eyes I saw only a hollow blankness there, she was in a trance her mind in some far off place. The ordeal must have pushed her into a stupor! I felt my heart break to see her brought low like this, in front of the one person in the world who mattered to her! Trying to hide my own horror, I took in her face below the ridiculous ears in more detail she seemed to have been gagged as I had, with a similar tongue piercing I couldn't make out what hers said though. It dawned on me that there was a chain running through the choker around her neck, my eyes followed it's length down to her pierced and ringed nipples. The flesh of her breasts hanging from the nipples as they were pulled up.  They had desecrated her perfect breasts with the jewelry of a whore! I was unable to stop my tears now, to view my wife altered like this and to see what my mistakes had forced upon her was too much. They would pay, every last one of them for the outrage they visited upon my Jennifer! I felt my anger rising with my resolve. I could not tear my eyes from the chain though as I followed the other end down to the tray, they were forcing her to hold it as high as she could to relieve the tension on her nipples!

       'Now it's time for your first trial Lord and Lady Tillman, or perhaps I should address you properly as Wench and Whore?' John Long’s voiced boomed out, feeling the man himself move up behind me I attempted to turnaround. But the Dolly's were positioning Jennifer and I again. The audience though seemed to find his remarks hilarious laughing and jeering as we were moved. Coloring rapidly I tried to shut out the audience and their obvious enjoyment of our predicament, but they were simply too loud and close to be ignored. Pushed and pulled by the Dolly's we were finally placed correctly in the centre of the stage, slightly facing towards each other. Now we could see each other and the audience could see both of our faces clearly.  Looking past Jennifer, I saw a screen mounted from the ceiling showing the images the cameras were capturing.

       The Dolly's were doing something to our feet as John placed himself between Jennifer and I. I felt something attach itself to my foot wear, trying to raise my foot I realized that it was attached to the floor I couldn’t budge an inch! Looking down at Jennifer’s feet, I saw that they had been attached to the brackets protruding from the stage floor, holding us in place captive in front of the audience and their taunts. Looking up I saw the most horrific sight! John was standing there fondling my wife's breasts, he was happily running his hands around them and teasing at the chains leading to them. Yelling in horror through my gag I dived at him, intending to protect my wife in any way I could. The boots locked securely to the floor stopped me immediately, in my rage I had forgotten about them. Only the presence of Dolly stopped me falling flat on my face as I over balanced.  I wished the man an eternity in hell, he gave me a smirking gloating smile and lowered his hand to between my Jennifer’s legs. Making sure I got a good view of his hand cupping her mound, mocking my attempt to intervene.

       The audience was now in uproar, John's degradation of my wife right in front of my face bringing them to their feet as they signaled their approval. Over their humiliating laughter and cheering. Some crass low born fool or another would occasionally shout vile words of encouragement to my wife’s groper, urging the debauched crowd to higher decibels.  I was in tears now trying to beg him to stop, the infernal gag swallowing my words, the shame too much to bear. Hearing the crowd’s approval, John stepped behind Jennifer running his hands over her groin and ass. Egged on by the crowd he began squeezing and mauling the tight globes of her pert behind. Grinning madly now he slowly slid his hands up her sides, reaching around her, arms under her armpits he began kneading her breasts like two golden lumps of dough. The crowd was going wild now screaming for more. Leaning his head over her shoulder, he began licking along her jaw line like a dog his long tongue fully extended against my Jennifer’s perfect skin. This final humiliation seemed to snap Jennifer out of her stupor as she started falling forward.

       I became aware that two strong hands had stopped me falling forward, my feet seemed mired to the floor for some reason. I felt wetness on my cheek, oh my god! Horror snapped me into full wakefulness instantly, I was being licked! The helpful hands that I had thought were supporting my stumble were in fact pawing at my breasts. Disgust ripped through me, instinctively I let go of the tray I was holding to pull the vile rough hands off of my breasts. Forgetting the devilish chain attached to it, the sudden yank on my nipples did help me push away the hands fondling me though. Then a fraction of a second later the pain reached me, the unsupported weight of the tray had fallen four or five inches. It jerked to a sudden halt as my nipples where stretched as high as they could possibly go. The pain I felt now was worse than any Dolly had inflicted, I arched my back, falling backwards against my attacker. Trying to catch the tray on my stomach, as my mittened hands tried to gather it. I was screaming now at the top of my lungs in pain and outrage.

       'That's what you get for spoiling my fun Whore' John Long whispered his mouth a inch from my ear. I knew now who had licked me, revulsion and humiliation flooded through me to be treated like a object was horrific enough, but worse was to come as his wet disgusting tongue ran the length of my ear from lobe to top. As my perceptions widened I realized I was in the middle of the stage, and the audience where shouting and screaming their approval at my debasement, their disgusting gutter talk were directed at me. Tears of humiliation and pain flowed from my eyes, how had I got here? The last thing I remembered properly was Dolly putting that horrific tag in my tongue, the tag! At the thought, its presence reasserted itself like a lead weight through my tongue  As long as it was there I would be constantly reminded of the hateful word written on it, and what I had let loose inside my own head. I could feel the Whore now at the back of my mind, telling me to let John run his hands all over me and how good his touch would feel.  I became aware of the drool running down my chin out of my O shaped mouth, like I was a dog begging for a treat.

       My body was reminding me of the ordeal I had been through, my feet and legs ached tremendously, complaining about the punishment the boots were inflicting on me. The two dildo's Dolly had stuck in me, rudely made their presence felt as I shifted my weight trying to find some position that was bearable. John resumed his pawing of my breasts, increasing the pain in my nipples as he twisted them between his fingers. I tried to squirm out of his grasp, twisting and turning but it was hopeless. Without my hands, feet anchored securely to the floor I was defenseless. My pointless resistance only seemed to excite him further, and to my horror I felt his growing erection begin to press insistently against the small of my back. To escape the growing presence I tried moving my hips forward and from side to side, I was rewarded for my efforts by a loud male voice in the audience shouting 'she likes it!'. The humiliating laughter that followed was worse than I could have ever expected.. I tried to regain some of my composure and bearing despite the depredations my flesh was undergoing, straightening my back and standing aloof as if above it all. It was then I saw the other figure on the stage, at first I took her to be another Dolly this time dressed as a tart of a maid. But then my gaze reached the eyes it was David! Oh my poor David what had become of you!

       What must he be feeling seeing my flesh assaulted by John right in front of him, just out of reach and powerless to help me! John finally stopped his manipulations, stepping around in front of me to take in my horror at David's transformation first hand. David most shockingly of all appeared to have breasts now complete with pierced nipples, I knew intellectually that they must be fake but they looked so real. How must he feel buried under all that rubber and latex, his appearance transformed into a harlot. The only sign that remained of his true sex was the obscene phallus jutting from his groin lifting the front of his skirt up. The tightness of his underwear showing, that the only place his genitals could be was trapped inside that thing! My eyes were glued to the jutting phallus, I did not realize David was…was…that large.  I questioned how I could not have noticed…so long…and thick..I had to force my eyes from it. Then I saw the shoes he was forced to wear they mirrored my own in lack of comfort, I could barely walk how had my David managed!

       For an instant our eyes locked and I saw incredibly sadness and love for me.  Through my eyes I tried to send him the same message.  Our loving gaze for each other was broken as the monster John Long spoke.

       'Wench and Whore, I trust the Dolly's have explained your situation to you, but for the benefit of any late joiners on the internet let us recap.' John announced playing for the crowd, 'A few short hours ago our contestants were the Lord and Lady Tillman and looked like this!' I saw the screens behind us light up showing our entrance, it seemed like an age ago but it could have only been hours at the most! David and I looked so refined, so gracious, so incredibly elegant! I thought of how we must look now and felt the tears begin again. 'But victims of their own incredible hubris they fell into our clutches, so now they perform for your amusement and gratification!’ Cheers from the audience bounced around the stage. 'I would ask them how it feels to have been brought so low, but I don't really care, after all who cares about the thoughts of the entertainment?' The audience was laughing now enjoying John's barbs and insults. I saw that David was starting to cry, the sight increasing the flow of my own tears.

       Slowly he paced in front of us continuing his demeaning monologue 'So now they are known as Wench and Whore' he said indicating each of us in turn. 'So far we have pierced them, shaved them, at that comment he turned and looked at me and winked bringing a flood of cheers from the audience as I felt my face flushed crimson red.  He quieted the crowded and continued, we costumed them for your amusement and as we speak Whore has over A FOOT OF COCK inside her!' I felt every single eye in the place move to my crotch, David’s John’s, The Dolly's and every single member of the audience. Horrifically the large ceiling mounted screens started repeating a speeded up video of Dolly inserting them into me. I was sure they could all see the dildo's through my skin or in the way I stood . All of them knew what I had let happen to me now, the shame was crushing I was beyond tears now. I wanted to run and hide, I willed myself to disappear but I could not escape the crude comments about my condition. 'They have both stuck their tongue's inside our Dolly’s pussy's, I'm told Whore was the best pussy licker by far in case you were wondering' he grinned horribly now. 'Whore even came for your amusement, the first of many times no doubt.' I couldn't look at David, I closed my eyes trying to shut it all out, all the shame, all the things I had done and had been done to me. My mind screamed 'I was forced!' But it did nothing to lessen the intense shame overwhelming me.

       The stage lights abruptly went out plunging us into darkness, John’s voice boomed out into the sudden silence. 'Now ladies and gentlemen I please to welcome you to the wedding of The Whore and The Wench!' I could hear the quiet scrap as set pieces were moved into place around us.’ After all it would be unfair of us not to join these two souls together before we send them off on their two week honeymoon in the Hotel Tillman!' with that the lights were again raised, John was now standing holding a comically over sized book facing David and I his back to the audience. Just to my left was the blonde Dolly dressed as a bridesmaid in snow white satin, her ankle length dress billowed at her feet and was cut open up to her belly button revealing her extremely brief white panties and thigh high clad legs. On her feet she had impossibly high white stiletto heels.  Her massive breasts barely contained by the material of her dress.  I blinked when I saw her jewelry, shock ran through me it was my jewellery! my pendant, my earrings.  The little slut was wearing my jewelry, the jewelry David gave me on our wedding anniversary. The little bitch would pay for this.

       The Dolly next to David was dressed as best man.  Her body barely covered my her suit, a pair of black satin chaps with a black thong. Her overly large breasts covered by a black pin striped tube top if you could call it that, as the narrow strip of material did not even cover the top and bottom of her breasts.  She had a black bow tie gracing her neck. If I could have I would have ground my teeth together.  My dislike for what the two bimbo's had done to David and me was growing into a fierce hatred.  I made my mind up there and then, they would pay for it. No matter how long it took me.

       Without warning I felt hands at my waist yanking the hot pants higher-up, jamming the shameful dildos further into me. Eyes popping from my head I struggled against the grasp, feeling the hands let go and move to my chest, I got a look at my tormentor. It was Zoren seemingly in her own world as she rearranged my 'clothing', oblivious to the pain she had just caused. Happy with her adjustments she switched her attention to David, circling him slowly she ran her eyes over his costume. Reaching forward she adjusted his fake hair slightly, patting down an errant strand. Stopping in front of him she inspected his breasts, tugging on the nipple of one. David's gasp of pain surprised me how had he felt that? Zoren though merely smiled happy that everything was as it should be. Oblivious to John's impatient glare, she wandered to the back of the stage moving out of my sight again.

       'Now that everyone is properly dressed let us begin' John announced moving towards me.  With a smile he flopped the over sized book into my tray.  My eyes streamed and spittle flew from my open mouth as I almost dropped the tray again, I barely regained control of it, sparing my nipples excruciating pain once more.  The infernal mittens made it extremely difficult to hold on to.  He offered a sarcastic 'oops bet that would have hurt' grinning at  my struggle to maintain the weight of the tray and book. Flipping open the large book on the tray I felt myself breaking out in perspiration as the weight was increasing as my muscles grew weary

       'Dear viewers, we are gathered here today in front of these witnesses, to join Wench and Whore in unholy matrimony.'  The Dolly's were removing our ring gags as he spoke, the blonde one whispering into my ear that unless I wished my hands cuffed behind my back to co-operate. The thought of the damage letting the tray hang freely would cause my already abused breasts was too much to contemplate. I decided to play along for now. I would save my strength for a more important battle later. David had seemingly received similar instructions from his 'best man', the color draining from him at the thought of whatever they had threatened him with.

       'Whore repeat after me, I Whore take you Wench to be my bitch, amused by your attempts to be a man.' I swallowed heavily the thought of uttering such hateful words to David was too much, I would not do it. Do what they may to me but I would never utter such hurtful words to my dear David.  John seeing my rebellion start to form motioned to the Dolly next to me, pushing a small button on a device he held in his hand. The dildos buried in me suddenly leapt to life, my knees wobbling from the unexpected and unwelcome arousing sensations.

       'That is the lowest setting, Whore' Dolly whispered to me again 'would you like to experience the highest in front of all these people?

       'No, no I don't want that, I'll say it.’ Horror filled me at the thought.

       'A pity I'd like to see it, oh well maybe later.' she gave me a knowing smile and ran her tongue slowly down my bare chest. Stopping at my ringed nipple she tenderly began to kiss and nibble at it, all the time gazing up at me lustfully.

       'I Whore take you Wench to be my bitch, amused by your attempts to be a man.' I stumbled and mumbled over the words, my voice barely more than a whisper.

       'Whore please speak up, all of these wonderful people are here to enjoy this ceremony. Now again' he ordered finger hovering over the setting control on the remote control.

       I Whore take you Wench to be my bitch, amused by your attempts to be a man.' I said in a louder voice trying unsuccessfully to block the sensations growing between my legs, Dolly’s lips and tongue on my nipples adding to my arousal. I just prayed David could read the sorrow in my eyes.

       'Better,' John smiled 'I will never respect you, or obey you.' John motioned me to repeat his words. Slowly I mimicked him feeling the insistent vibration of the cocks in my groin and Dolly's teasing lips on my nipple. As I spouted the lines he commanded.

       'I will never respect you, or obey you.'

       'I will suck and fuck any man or woman I wish,' I was crying now as I spoke in some awful parody of a real bride.  I heard snickers coming from the crowd as I began to rock my hips unconsiously..

       'I will however let you suck the come from my pussy after other men have satisfied me.'

       'If only to remind you how unworthy you are, for as long as we both shall live.' finally John had no more words for me to speak and turned off my two intruders, Dolly returned to my side.

       'Whore the emotion with which you spoke your vows is a inspiration to us all.' he bowed his head in mock respect as I felt rivulets of moisture roll down my inner thigh, I did the only thing I could do and lowered my eyes in humiliation to the floor.

       'Now Wench it is your turn to speak, I Wench take you Whore to be my slut, to be my fuck toy whenever I wish.' David barely hesitated before he repeated the words my brow furrowed did I hear him right? Did he call me that word! His clear well spoken tone was adding even more hurt to the debased ceremony. The dark haired Dolly knelt down in front of David and smiled nastily up at me. I returned the smile with a killing glare from my eyes. Slowly she began sucking on the phallus jutting from his groin. The little slut, how could she to to to my David! Could he feel her lips around him? If he could he gave no sign. Her performance raised a cheer from the crowd, as the spectacle of a woman dressed as a man performing fellatio on a man dressed as woman met their disgusting and degenerate approval.

       'All of your holes are mine to use when and how I wish.' My David speaking such horrors to me was worse than any pain I could imagine, what had we become?

       'If I offer your body as a gift to another you will be grateful for the opportunity to please me.'

       'I will fuck any woman I wish and you will enjoy hearing of my conquests, for as long as we both shall live.'

       'I now pronounce you Wench and Whore! Dolly's please perform the ring giving' John proclaimed to the applause of the audience my “bridesmaid” even mimed wiping a tear from her eye. My hate for the sluts was growing with every passing minute.

       Both David and I had perplexed looks on our faces at the crowd started to chant progressively louder rings, Rings, RINGS.  The dumb shameless Dolly’s strutted across the stage shaking their bodies for the crowd encouraging their raucous nature even more, each holding a gold ring up.  As my bridesmaid came close I saw the “wedding” band was large enough to at least fit on a thumb. The Dolly's stepped forward reaching into what I'd though were merely prop handbags they were carrying for effect. My bridesmaid removed her hand holding something I'd wished never to see again, the piercing gun! What could she be intending to do with it? I couldn't think of anywhere I hadn't already been obscenely pierced! The audience was clapping their hands in unison, chanting 'Give Them the Rings!' I felt like a Christian thrown into the Lion pit for the entertainment of the baying crowd.

       With my feet anchored to the floor there was no where I could run to or hide, but that did not stop me from shaking my head and pleading no no no over and over as I tried to twist out of her way. The threat of the weighted tray made my hands useless as a method of defense. Deliberately she raised the gun and her free hand to my nose. 

       'No not there!” She didn't even hesitate though, the hateful click sounding in tandem with a crunching noise. For a brief moment shock overrode the pain, and then in a rush it was on me rocketing up my nose to my brain and back again. My eyes where watering constantly now, Dolly without thought for the pain she was causing pulled my newest modification through my nose. As my head cleared from the pain my mind repeated over and over take it out, take it out.

       Her job done, Dolly stepped back allowing me to see David again. I did not want to look at his face, knowing that whatever had been done to him was surely reflected on me. My attempts at denial were overturned by a returning surge of pride and bearing. Damn them and their games! I would stare straight into the face of their tests and not falter in my resolve I was better than they were, David was better than they were. Opening my eyes wide I fixed them unashamedly on David's face, the sight almost overturned my resolve but I held my nerve just. David had a small sign hanging by a short chain from the new ring in his nose, the ring rested against his upper lip and the sign hung over his mouth and simply said “WENCH” in brass letters.  Knowing that I now had a sign reading “WHORE” dangling in front of my mouth was almost a crushing blow to my fragile confidence. Now where ever I went people would see the sign and know what I had briefly let control lapse from me. For the first time in my life I was glad to hear John speaking again as it gave me something to focus on.

       John finally removed the book weighting down my tray and handed it to my bridesmaid and started his monologue

       'Now we have officially joined Wench and Whore together they must consummate their joining, what sort of people would we be to deny them such a joy? Of course there is a twist' John laughed evilly the audience were lapping this up now, waiting eagerly to find out what torment they had in store for David and I. 'We thought why not make sure they did things properly? After all THE LADY must come first! But being a properly attentive wife she would also make sure her husband wasn't left out of the fun.' John was striding up and down the stage, whipping the audience up. 

       'So Whore is holding a very special tray, inside is a little device that when held perfectly level will give great pleasure to her and Wench, via the devices inside and attached to their genitals of course. If she were to let the tray move though, well then Wench would feel some pain, well a lot of pain actually.' Laughter followed this comment the audience caught up in the idea of the spectacle they were about to witness.

       'So to pass our little test all Whore has to do is give Wench an orgasm, BEFORE she has had 10 of her own. A simple sounding task, but here is the twist the devices are set that Whore will come before Wench as is proper, but if she is unable to hold the tray straight through her own orgasm he will feel needles poking into his dick! A little bit of a passion killer that!' the audience were applauding loudly showing their approval of the test John had set. I didn't know what to think I had to co-operate but the shame of being made to orgasm on command for the amusement of the crowd was too much!

       'Well enough talk from me lets begin!' John pulled a remote from his pocket and pointed it at me, a red light lit up in the centre of the tray. David was screaming through his gag suddenly his cries informing me that I needed to level the tray. After some fumbling, in my haste I had let the tray slip slightly causing David's squeals to reach an even higher pitch. I got it level the red light switched to green and I felt the dildo's start to vibrate within me. David had almost collapsed with the pain and was now bent forward his hands on his knees.

       I tried to get my wits together, I knew that the longer the trial lasted the harder the tray would be to support. I resolved to put my all in to the test to get it completed as soon as possible. The speed of the dildo's inside me seemed to be faster than during our wedding ceremony, were they speeding up?

       'Slowly our little toys will increase the pleasure they generate, not even a stuck up bitch like Whore will be able to resist for long.' John announced confirming my thoughts. I could feel my arousal growing now a tremble was starting to run through me as my eyes fluttered and I fought to stand still and focus on keeping the tray level. I looked up, David was now standing straight his face flushed; I could see his lips moving repeating something over and over I strained to hear what he was saying. My distraction almost caused me to let the tray slip from my grasp as my senses where slowly taken over by the unrelenting vibrations between my legs and in my behind.  The mittens were making controlling the tray extremely difficult and the fear of dropping it was ever present.

       I was near to the edge now soon the vibrators would push me over the precipice; suddenly it was ripping through me and I felt a wonderful wave as my legs wobbled anchored still to the floor.

       'ONE!' the audience screamed in unison. The volume of their shout caused me to lapse my concentration for a spit second but it was enough. David’s screams came again as the red light flashed on. Trying to focus through the aftershocks of my orgasm I tried to right the tray. Finally the green light was on and the dildo's started their cycle up again. The audience were happily applauding themselves now proud of the distraction they had provided.

       'One down and nine to go!' John was commenting for anyone unable to see what was going on. I tried to push all the noise out of my mind and just concentrate on holding the tray. I felt myself grow so warm, hot, I felt perspiration forming all over, and the hot stage lights were unbearable. But without warning The Whore was back in my mind begging me to keep going for the full ten, how wonderful it would feel to come that many times. She was incessant in her cajoling, and I was so busy trying to block out her words that I lost track of what my body was telling me. My second orgasm exploded without warning, unprepared I had no chance of staying still.

       'TWO!' David was screaming and begging me now I heard him plead my name and ask for help, whether it was to stop the pain he was in or to give him release I don't know. I was trying to regain my former control but there was too much noise every one was shouting at me, yelling, cheering, the audience where clapping and chanting 'We Want Ten', David was begging me to let him come and the Whore was begging me to have another orgasm. Just one more then she'd help me hold the tray she promised. I was lost in my own hell now, orgasming for the sadistic enjoyment of the crowd. So I obeyed the loudest voice, the one in my own head. I listened to the Whore's promises of help if I'd let her enjoy just one more orgasm. So dully I stared at the light only caring that it stayed green long enough for me to complete my bargain with the Whore even wiggling my hips to help it along.

       'THREE!' My knees were trembling now as I tried to recover from another blast of passion flowing out of my pussy. Never in my life had I ever orgasmed so quickly.

       I felt the Whore reveling in the waves of passion rolling through me; my eyes could barely focus as I tried to keep the light green. Hoping that any moment the Whore would lend me her strength but all I heard was her mocking laugh, as she ignored my pleas for help. I was betrayed by my own mind! It went red! David's pain filled scream confirmed my failure. Finally I had it level again and had the terrible wonderful feeling of the dildo's speeding up within me oh yes faster faster, dragging me upwards to another unwanted orgasm. I was casting my mind around now for something to focus on. Something I could concentrate on totally and block everything else from my mind. Horribly my mind was drawn to the wetness on my thighs, No! The shame was too much my own come was running down my legs for all to see. I couldn't control my arousal any more it controlled me.

       'FOUR!' I was leaking come constantly now, sure my shame couldn't get any worse. Dolly tapped my shoulder and laughed as she pointed to the screen.  I moaned so loudly as I saw myself on the screen. Bunny ears bouncing as my perspiration covered body shook from the stress in my legs, the tray and my orgasmic state.  My bare breasts, my face a total and complete mess.  The vile cameraman playing to the disgusting crowd zooming in on my bright pink hot pants, the close up showing the world my wet thighs, as moisture oozed from the cuffs between my legs.  The picture was going out to how many countries? How many homes? Twenty Thousand, Forty who knew? I cried now all resolve lost I held the tray in a death grip focusing on the little light hoping to drown my shame in another orgasm. The Whore had stopped her mocking laughter now and helped me keep the dildo's going again her purpose and mine for once linked.

       'FIVE!' David was screaming at me now, I could just make out his words he was cursing me as I again denied him a orgasm with another wave of pain. I tried to tell him I was sorry, that the Whore had tricked me. But all that came out was an unintelligible mumble. The Whore was right though this felt so so wonderful. I felt lips on my nipples, the Dolly's had decided to have their own fun with me now. Their expert mouths dragging me to another vibrator assisted orgasm.

       'SIX!' David had given up berating me merely repeating one word over and over.

       'Please, please, please' I tried to blank him out, my poor beautiful David I couldn’t help him now. I was lost in my own hell, the only things that mattered now were the tray and the dildo's it controlled. Nothing else mattered all I could see through my watering eyes was the green glow of the light letting me know that it was level. I barely felt the hands running around my crotch, so good, so good. I started to move rubbing against the hand not knowing I was helping them smear my most private juices across my thighs, hot pants and boots.

       'SEVEN!' A hand was pushing into my mouth; I didn't have the strength to keep it out and instinctively sucked on it. If not for the Dolly's attached to my tits I would have fallen long ago. The fingers of the hand filling my mouth were covered in my own juices; revulsion grew in me as I felt my self sucking my own taste from them. The tray felt lighter now, but the dildos were still going so I knew it must be level. Blearily I made out hands helping me support it, it must be the Dolly's I thought. They don't want the show to end.

       'EIGHT!' My pussy was out of control now spasmming constantly around the dildo held inside it. My knees gave out finally and I lost my grip on the tray, but still the Dildo's didn't stop. The Dolly's must be holding me and the tray up, forcing me to continue with the trial. My eyes were closed and random sounds were coming from my mouth. Reason had deserted me.

       'NINE!' I had no idea of who I was any more, it seemed so hard to get air. All I wanted was for the orgasms to stop. To be left to lie where ever I fell, to just rest in blessed darkness. The intruders where buzzing so fast my entire body shook, I was held from restful oblivion by the incessant pressure growing within my cunt. I felt my limbs shaking in the grasp of the supporting hands. A single thought managed to form in my mind. Just one more, one more and it would be over.  I felt something in me focus down on my crotch to the exclusion of everything else. It focused on drawing the last explosion from me.

       'TEN!' was the last thing I heard before I willingly let the darkness take me.

Coming Next: Meeting the guests.

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Meeting the guests.

       It was shame I felt more than anything else as I watched Jennifer finally collapse from the trials exertions. I had panicked during the Wedding Ceremony, I had uttered my lines quickly out of fear of the pain they could inflict on me. I had seen the hurt in Jennifer’s face as I spoke with barely a hesitation. Then given a chance to redeem myself in the trial all I had done was beg for my own selfish release, no wonder she had failed the test I had left her all alone against thousands of viewers. So I let the Dolly's drag me along, taking Jennifer and I where ever they wanted. Finally we stopped, looking around I saw we were in one of the rooms at the Hotel.

       The Dolly, who was easily carrying my Jennifer, simply set her down on the floor none to graciously and they both turned their attention me.

       'Bed time little boy' the dark haired one mocked, with one holding my arms and the other my legs they positioned me on the right side of the double bed. Pulling my arms above my head they cuffed me to the rail on top of the headboard. My legs where stretched out tight and fastened to a rail a foot off of the mattress. Pulling me taut from one end to the other, my backside was the only part of my body actually resting on the bed. The rest of me was suspended from my feet and hands. As if I was lying in an invisible hammock. My gag was replaced muffling any protests I might have made, although the truth was I could think of nothing but how I'd let Jennifer down.

       Jennifer was placed down on the bed next to me, although she seemed barely aware of anything. The tray and attached chains were removed. Replaced with a single chain which ran from her navel ring, up through the ring on her choker. Then down splitting into two as it was joined to each nipple ring, pulling at them slightly. Still in shock from her ordeal she didn't even notice, she was pulled taut down the bed raising most of her away from the white sheets. Her head hanging backwards, between her arms. One of the Dolly's had to hold her mouth open so the gag could be replaced. Apart from rhythmic rise and fall of her chest she seemed dead to the world. Even when the dark haired Dolly unzipped the front of her hot pants and pulled the vibrator out. I winced as a wet plop accompanied her actions The Dolly seemed unsure of what to do with the dildo, it glistened from my wife’s humiliation as she held it in the light. Her eyes landed on me and she smiled happily.

       'This is the closest you'll get to your wife's pussy for a while Wench, hope you enjoy the taste' she said pushing it down into my open mouth wedging it tightly into the ring gag so I couldn't spit it out. The other one was sliding something inside the front of Jennifers hot pants, linking it onto the padlock so it was irremovable. She took great care to ensure it was positioned directly over her clitoris, then closed the open zip hiding whatever it was from sight. 'Nighty night' she laughed as they both left the room, leaving me with my wife's juices dripping slowly into my mouth. I lay there and looked over at my sweet beautiful Jennifer, reflecting on what the beasts had done to her beauty and her impeccable pride. As my eyes travelled her body from the unbecoming bunny ears, to her beautifully sculpted nose disfigured by the “wedding band” down to her bare perfect breasts. My eyes paused on her flat stomach, the hot pink hot pants and the device barely covering her privates. I screamed my voice muffled by the dildo in my mouth, John Long said over a foot of cock in her! The dildo in my mouth wasn’t a foot long, oh my god no! They couldn’t! They wouldn’t dare! Not to my Jennifer!

       Suddenly the television screens on the wall nearest my feet lit up, they were showing some kind of advertisement for CUMupance. It was showing highlights of mine and Jennifer's ordeal so far complete with sound! I saw myself being pierced, Dolly's happy grin as she sat on my face and worst of all I saw Jennifer's treatment in the other dressing room. I heard her begging Dolly to shove the Dildo's in her! I saw her explosive orgasm as her wishes were granted, whilst the seamstress sat on her face writhed in ecstasy. I was beyond tears now, my beautiful and intelligent wife had become a whore for the camera's. Enjoying her imprisonment so much that she orgasmed live on air! Then the finale appeared, our trial. My cock ring suddenly activated massaging me as I watched my wife receive orgasm after orgasm, the footage cut to my pleading face every few seconds reminding me of my shame. The cock ring was arousing me as I watched this disgusting show, forcing me to enjoy our humiliation.

       Thankfully the film finally reached it's end, I expected it the screen to blank but it began again. The film was on a endless loop forcing me to watch and listen, my cock ring starting up every time the trial came on. Hearing a buzzing coming from Jennifer also, it seemed that whatever the Dolly had placed on her groin was also synced to the footage. Starting and stopping with the trial section of the tape. So I lay there waiting for sleep to take me as the horrible events of the day repeated again and again. Kept constantly hard by the massaging of the cock ring, which always stopped just before I could get release. The scent of my wife's arousal seeping out of her to fill the room like a mist, as the taste of her come filled my mouth.

       I must have feel asleep eventually, because suddenly Mike Wood was standing by the side of the bed, the room now brightly lit. He was proudly watching the highlight film, a feeling of accomplishment seemed to flow off of him. If I was not bound securely I would have thrashed the man soundly. I returned his smile with a glare that even a man of his crass intelligence could understand.

       'Ah you're awake' He said. 'I'll just wake Jenny up and I'll run you through the itinerary for today.' he leaned across and shook Jennifer's shoulder, getting no response. He paused looking thoughtful, then smiling as a solution occurred to him he yanked on the chain linked to her piercings. With a muffled scream Jennifer's head shot up as he shook her breasts, her eyes wide as the pain pulled her out of her stupor.

       'Good you are back with us Jenny' I saw Jennifer wince at the use of the shortened version of her name, she had always hated being called Jenny rightly considering it common. The pain and the insult seemed to have brought her to full wakefulness though, she struggled briefly against her bonds testing their strength. Finding they were secure she relaxed, eye's widening as she saw the highlight film running on the wall mounted television. She moaned and dropped her head back in disgust and humiliation.

       'I see you're enjoying our little promo film.' Wood said noticing Jennifer's gaze. The look on her face suggested anything other than enjoyment, but Wood seemed oblivious as he continued. 'It's not really needed given how well the show has pulled in viewers, do you know that even before your trial began we had 75,000 subscribers watch you two perform?' Seventy five thousand! My head swam with that many people watching how long would this be secret from our peers? The fear of discovery and ridicule so strong I froze in dread! What if someone I knew saw? Or my parents! 'Of course that had doubled by the end of the trial, our marketing people say they have never seen anything quite like it. You two are a internet phenomenon. Subscriptions alone are netting us £1.5 Million a hour! What we put into this hotel is a pittance compared to what we are going to net off of you two.'

       The film had reached the trial segment, mine and Jennifer's massager's started up simultaneously, she jerked suddenly as she felt the sensation for the first time. She wiggled her hips, trying to get the hideous thing off her most private area. Probably also noticing that the dildo previously lodged in her vagina was now sticking out of my mouth.

       'Ah yes, our little exciters nothing to worry about, they're just synced in with the film. So that whenever the trial sequence is shown, they start. We wouldn't want you two to lose your edge would we? Don't worry though we have them set and timed to not get you off ' Wood smiled happily 'Speaking of the trial I must congratulate you my dear Jenny, none of us in the production office thought you'd go the full distance. Most, myself included thought seven or eight at the most. You certainly have a quite the talent for this sort of thing. You're a real pro.' Jennifer looked as if she was going to be sick as Wood praised her disgusting performance, enduring it must have been terrible enough. But for Wood to congratulate her, as if it was something to be proud of was too much.

       'Perhaps after our job is done here you'd care to discuss some other projects we have several in the works that' he turned and looked at the screen where she was shaking and writhing on her feet as another unwelcome orgasm washed over her, 'based on your performance you will be perfect for!' I was too shocked to react to his brazen suggestion, Jennifer though was railing against her bonds now, incensed. He didn't seem to have noticed though.

       'The Dolly's will be here any moment to get you cleaned inside and out, ready for your first day working in the Hotel. They'll also be bringing you your sumptuous breakfast. After that you'll be on duty helping the guests get settled in. Then this evening you Jenny will be performing the forfeit you accrued for not completing the first trial successfully.' He held his hand up to prevent any protests despite the fact that we were both gagged and bound to the bed. 'I know, I know it did make terribly good viewing but rules are rules. You didn't get your husband off at the end of the day did you?' What kind of wife doesn't get her husband off on their wedding night? Plus the show is called Cumupance and is all about you two high-nosed Lord and Lady getting yours." He laughed and talking to Jennifer said "Last night you definitely got yours bunny girl! Shaking and coming all over the stage! Tonight I can promise you the getting will be a lot different, with the forfeit you earned.'

       Turning to me he smiled and asked, 'You can come can't you? Just think Davey boy of the 1.5 million viewers, how many wanked themselves senseless and shot their load watching.' he motioned to Jennifer 'The Whore cum herself to unconsciousness,' He let out a disgusting chortle 'and the only one that didn't come was her husband.' Smiling broadly at his biting humour he turned as the Dolly's walked in as if summoned by his voice. They were attired in matching outfits except for the colour. The black haired Dolly was in white and the blonde Dolly in black. Though over my massive fake tits I could only see them from the thighs up, what I saw disgusted me in their sleaziness. From the waist up all they had on was a bolero jacket that barely covered their breasts. The jacket proving only the briefest of modesty and was held together by a stylish gold chain. Covering their privates was the tiniest of lingerie; I believe they call them a G-string. At the top of their thighs I could see stocking tops. Perched on top of their heads and soft immaculate hair were tiny bell caps held in place by an elastic strap under their chin. What unnerved me the most was the matching evil smile on both of their faces.

       Waving regally Wood left, red lights blinking on all over the room as the camera's started recording, I wondered briefly why they started only after Wood left. Then the Dolly's were unfastening me from my stretched position on the bed, after giving me a moment to rub some circulation back into my wrists. They pulled me into a adjoining room, cuffing me again to a waist high bar that ran down one of the walls. They left to get Jennifer. Taking in my surroundings I seemed to be in a bathroom although it did seem oddly outfitted with hoses and a large drain in the centre. The red lights of working camera's were lurking in each corner of the ceiling, informing me that whatever was going to happen next someone somewhere would be watching. Having roused Jennifer the Dolly's chained her alongside me giving me a brief moment to clasp her hand reassuringly in mine.

       'Take two steps back and bend forward at the waist' The dark haired Dolly commanded, we both obeyed unthinkingly. I felt the tension on my nipples increase as the full weight of my tits hung from them. It took me a moment to realise that I hadn't even thought of objecting to their commands. Looking back through my spread legs I saw the Dolly's had knee high rubber boots on, I doubted that was a good sign. I heard a zip being opened and then a popping sound, Jennifer held out a slight sigh as I assumed whatever had been lodged in her backside was removed. The dildo lodged in my ring gag was similarly removed. I don't know what the Dolly's did with them after that, as I abruptly felt a cold metallic presence at my own anus through the hole in my briefs. With one of them holding my hips they eventually forced whatever it was inside me, it felt like they had split me in half! Jennifer received the same treatment a moment later although didn't squeal nearly as much as me.

       'So which one do you think will pop first?' Dark hair was asking light.

       'Wench probably, that corset is going to get in the way. Although Whore has had that dildo stretching her for the last 10 or so hours.' the other mused.

       'If we loosen the corset, we should have a lot closer race.'

       'Good idea.' I felt hands reach around me loosening the corset so it hung loosely about my waist, despite the feeling of relief from the pressure being released I was worried. The dark haired Dolly rarely got this excited about anything that didn't add to our humiliation. The Dolly's amused themselves for a while longer discussing the stakes of their wager. As far as I could make out dark had bet light 10 minutes of oral that I'd pop first, light only had to put up 5 minutes as Jennifer was stretched. My worry was rising in tandem with my humiliation now, the Dolly's were discussing Jennifer and I as if we were two raindrops sliding down a window. Whatever was about to happen though it was about to begin, the Dolly's having decided on their wager.

       'Three, Two, One, Go!' The Dolly's chanted, I tensed anticipating pain but nothing happened aside from a gurgling sound from behind me. Then I felt what seemed like a cold trickling sensation in my bowels as if ice water was filling me. It was then that I realised, that was exactly what was happening! I began to squirm but the water was still flowing into me. The feeling moved from trickling to uncomfortable to painful rapidly. The pain from my nipples was overridden by the feeling of someone inflating a balloon inside my stomach. Leaning forward I could actually see mine and Jennifer's stomachs expanding slowly as the water kept coming in. We were both screaming now but the Dolly's seemed to be having too much fun to care, giggling and dancing around us as we slowly expanded. Eventually they responded to our increasingly frantic squeals and shut off the flow, though this did nothing to decrease our agony.

       It was then that our massager's started up again, the feeling was intenser now. The agony in my stomach seemed to enhance the sensations in my penis. I was getting closer than I had since the trial to coming, I started writhing and bucking my hips trying to push myself over the edge. The Dolly's perhaps noticing this or having become bored with their game, yanked out whatever was plugging my anus. Water exploded out of me like a jet, as I felt every stomach muscle spasm to push out the foul water. Quickly un-cuffing me the Dolly's pushed me down on to a toilet, letting me expel the rest of the enema as my cramped stomach relaxed, It was Jennifers turn now, the Dolly's took a position either side of her careful to not stand behind her. With a grin of sadistic pleasure the dark haired one was running her hands of Jennifers distended belly. Blonde reach around and pulled what looked like a metal nozzle attached to a rubber hose from her backside. Foul brown water shot out arcing through the air for at least three or four feet before hitting the tiled floor, as soon as the initial surge was over they hustled Jennifer to the toilet next to mine.

       'Piss if you need to this will be your last chance for a while.' Blonde announced, reaching across to pull Jennifer's zip down exposing her vagina to the camera's. Realising that really had to go, I tried to figure out how. The cock ring attached to me was pointing my penis in the air. I was going to have to turn around and lean forward if I was going to hit the target. The laughter of the Dolly's echoing in my ears I tried to get my self positioned, in the end I had to place both hands on the toilet and push my backside into the air. Affording the camera's hugely embarrassing show of my backside, as I tried to relax my bladder. Finally biology overcame my self conciousness as a stream of pee began to flow from the hole in the tip of my cock ring.

       Done I looked up just in time to see the Dolly's pointing another hose at me, grinning they started spraying Jennifer and I with freezing water. Once I got over the shock of the ice cold water it actually felt refreshing for a moment. The skin tight latex hood, the heavy fake breasts, corset and boots all had me perspiring heavily. The water provided a momentary welcome relief, as the two Dolly's continued to spray me. The high pressure of the freezing water became uncomfortable then downright painful. Wanting to get it over with I turned and moved as they instructed me.

Finished with me they turned the ice cold high pressure spray on Jennifer. I could only watch in sympathy for her, as she had none of the coverings that saved me at least momentarily. Her eyes were clenched tightly closed, as they started with her face and moved the sprays downward. Where they used them to bounce and jiggle her breasts with the streams of freezing water. I thought she would fall over when they moved the spray to her unzipped hot pants. They laughed and mocked her, asking if the Whore is cooled down enough now. Instructing Whore to turn around they told “Lady Jennifer” she was going to experience a whore’s bidet and had her bend over as they both directed their hoses at her open zip at the back of her hot pants.

       Finally the cold deluge ended and Brunette Dolly threw a large towel at my face. Fumbling with my mittened hands I took it off my face in time to see the other Dolly clip a chain to Jennifer's collar. Our eyes met for the briefest of moments, I was grateful for Jennifer’s expressive blue eyes as they said they loved me. In the next instant though that love was replaced by the anxiety of helplessness, as she was jerked out the door dripping wet on the tottering boots. I was given a few minutes to pat myself dry after Jennifer was taken from me.

       'Food time Wench' The dark haired one said dragging me along behind her. A couple of corridors later we were in the dining room, following her through into the kitchen area. She simple pointed me to a stool and waited while I sat. Quickly she again squeezed the corset tight about my waist, easily reproducing the tightness I had been wrapped in previously. Placing a bowl of what looked like porridge in front of me she simply said. 'Eat' Removing my gag as she pushed my head towards the bowl. There was no spoon, but hunger gave me no choice. I started shovelling the mixture into my mouth with my mittens. The cock ring repeatedly starting and stopping as it followed the timings of the unseen pornographic promo film.        

       As soon as I was done Dolly wiped my face and hands then forced the gag back into my mouth. She gave me a sharp slap to my cheek to get my attention. 'Okay Wench today you will help me move the guests into their rooms. Obey all instructions from a guest as if they came from me, or you will be punished understood?' I nodded, considering the things that had happened so far to me, helping the guests seemed like a relatively east option. 'Good follow me.' She lead off down to the hotels reception area, pulling out a square sided luggage trolley she cuffed it to my ankle with a three foot length of chain. 'Now don't go running off!' she chided me, giggling at her joke she moved off to stand behind the reception desk.

       'Given how incompetent you are, I have decided that you should be responsible for the guest luggage. Simply put it on to the trolley, and follow me when I show the guests to their room. I trust even a dumb little Wench can complete those simple instructions.' Her orientation complete she promptly ignored me, giving me a chance to take in our hotel the cause of all this in its finished state.

       It seemed on every wall there was a television screen showing the Cumupance promo, the section showing the first trial was just starting again. Once more the maddening sensations of the cock ring flowed through my groin. To be brought repeatedly and regularly so close to orgasm was starting to effect my physical and mental stability. Trying to distract myself I took in the rest of the foyer, it was surprisingly tasteful done in dark woods and plushly upholstered furniture. The windows running along the outer wall made me feel horribly exposed. Anyone could look in and see me like this. I tried to reassure myself that the drive was half a mile long. No one could see me from the road, but the feeling wouldn't leave me. Dragging my attention inside, I saw the iron wrought framework of the elevator sat at the far side of the marble floor. The numbers above it only went to two, but I knew this section of the building had three floors wondering what had been done with the extra floor distracted me from Dolly's approach.

       'Get on your knees Wench, my sister seems to think you show promise as a pussy licker. Lets see you go to work on me.' I was shocked she wanted me to just drop down and begin pleasuring her, right in the middle of the Foyer? Say a guest arrived?        

       'I won't ask twice' she informed me placing her hands on my shoulders and forcing me down. Then she moved her lacy underwear aside and grabbed the back of my head pulling me face first into her sex. I began licking and nibbling her lips as quick as I could trying to get it over with as quickly as possible. Dolly however wanted to educate me it seemed.

       'Not like that up and down, with slow strokes' a smack on the back of the head accompanied this instruction. Hurrying to obey I did as she asked my arms around her back as I tried to support my self. Hearing movement behind me I froze, someone had come through the front entrance!

       'Don't stop Wench, now run that tongue stud along my clit like a good slut' another smack was administered 'I'll be just with you Sir, ' Dolly was addressing whoever was behind me 'I'm just conducting a little staff training.' I was suddenly glad that my face was buried in Dolly's pussy as my cheeks burned from the shame. The pressure on the back of my head increased as she held me solidly against her, a muffled cry informing me that she was about to come. I felt the rippling orgasm through my face as it pushed against her, my mouth suddenly full of her come as she climaxed.        

       'Better Wench' she said calmly readjusting her underwear, 'I'll give you another test later. Now Sir and Madam checking in yes?' She had moved behind the reception desk now, unselfconsciously using a tissue to mop her thighs as she addressed the guest.

       'Yes Mr and Mrs Caffran, we have a reservation.' A male voice replied.

       'Don't just sit there Wench! Get their bags on to the trolley!' Dolly commanded, I couldn't raise my eyes from the floor I was so ashamed, but I dragged my trolley over to the guests and began hefting their bags on to it. Staring at the feet of the guests as I was too scared to look up and see the mocking looks on their faces. I had almost comes to terms with my appearance, but to be standing not two feet from a stranger was too much. I felt all of my piercings burning in my flesh, the sign hanging from my nose ring blatantly obvious. My breasts and clothes a humiliation, it was too much for me to bear. I was slowly weeping as I piled their bags on the trolley.        

       'Oh be quiet Wench, we don't need to hear you sniffling all day.' Dolly's voice cut across my misery, I don't know if I just hit bottom or had found some untapped reserve of strength but I managed to quiet myself. 'Well everything is in order Mr and Mrs Caffran if you will follow me please.' Dolly said heading towards the elevator. I trailed in their wake dragging the trolley behind me, once we were all inside Dolly slid the doors shut and we began ascending. The noise of my cock ring starting up again filling the silence, I shifted uncomfortably as I tried to ignore the sensations much to Dolly's silent amusement. With a chime we arrived at our floor again Dolly lead off leaving me to bring up the rear as I followed them into their room and began placing their bags onto the bed.

       'Here are your room key's Mr and Mrs Caffran, the bathroom is just through there. The television is linked to all of the hotels camera's so you can enjoy the action from any of them. Just use this remote to change camera.. Of course you can always just leave it on auto, and our production crew will select the most action packed view points for you 24 hours a day. Also if you have exhibitionist leaning's press this button here to switch the camera's in this room on and off.' A trio of red lights blinked on and off in the corners of the room as Dolly demonstrated.        

       Whilst the guests attention was held by Dolly's welcome speech I decided to risk a quick look up. I was surprised at how normal they seemed, not sure what I had expected but something a little more unusual at least. Rather than a middle aged couple dressed simply in comfortable clothes that I might wear on a quiet Sunday at home. Perhaps the only unusual thing about them was how little they had reacted to my outfit and Dolly's revealing clothing. Barely raising an eyebrow as Dolly explained that the room was wired for picture and sound, as if this sort of thing was common place.

       'Stop gawking at the guests Wench, don't you know it's rude to stare at your betters.' Dolly was heading out of the room now obviously expecting me to follow. 'Oh one more thing before I leave channels 23 and 24 are the Whore and Wench camera's, also the hotel bar is open now if you'd care to visit before dinner this evening.'        

       All through the rest of the day guests arrived, most looking as average as the first couple. One or two had some rather odd tattoo's or piercings and a few had some suspiciously heavy luggage but nothing exceptional. My wits were becoming frayed by the tension of anticipation, Dolly made sure that I didn't get too comfortable as well berating me if I lagged behind her. Worst of all though were her demands that I service her pussy, she didn't seem to care who was watching simply ordering me on to my knees whenever the urge took her. Once she was calmly explaining the hotels maid service to a new guest as she ground my face into her crotch. Interspersing her conversation to the guest with instructions for me to move my tongue faster or harder. I have never felt so small and unimportant no one cared what I was doing I was just part of the furniture. The cock ring didn't allow me to relax at all, it was holding me just on the edge of orgasm for almost a day now.

       Eventually Dolly informed me that all the guests were here and we were to report to the dining hall. Assuming I was going to be fed I followed hungrily. The dinning room had been reorganised since this morning now there was a raised stage area a foot high at one end. Dominating the room though was a single circular table with places set for thirty people, it seemed that all the guests would be dining together. The centre of the table had been removed and a small circular podium with a stool on top of it was placed in the open space. Dolly pulled me over the table to the podium.

       'Place your stomach on the stool Wench' she instructed 'Tits hanging over one end cock the other.' complying I placed myself as she requested, feeling cuffs click into place around my down hanging wrists and ankles I tried to move. I couldn't budge! I was pulled down tightly over the stool, protruding backside and open mouth pointing in opposite directions. Dolly climbed back over the ring shaped table pressing a button on the wall, she started the podium rotating slowly taking me with it.

       'Try not to get dizzy Wench' was her parting comment as she switched off the lights, leaving me alone in the dark, slowly rotating like a shop window display. Trying to distract myself from my feeling's of isolation my thoughts went to Jennifer, what was she doing now? Was she okay?

       The Dolly's were mercilessly running the sprays across my breasts, the cold water pushing them this way and that. My hardened nipples taut against the rings piercing them, as they pulled at the chains leading up to my neck. They then dropped their aim to the open zip of my hot pants, pummelling the bud of my clitoris with the spray. I felt my knees weakening as the feeling combined with my existing state of arousal pushed me towards orgasm. Their mocking questions ignored as I tried to maintain control, fortunately the sprays stopped and they had me turnaround so they could give me a 'whore's bidet'. The feeling of cold water slamming against my sensitive anus, killed any feelings of arousal as they cleaned away the remains of my enema.

       I was still trying to gather myself after the freezing spray of water when the Blonde Dolly clipped a chain to my collar pulling me quickly out of the room and away from David. Our eyes meeting for a moment as I passed him I prayed he saw I loved him. Dolly was dragging me along like an unruly dog I did everything I could to keep my balance. My unzipped hot pants showing my vagina and backside to all the cameras along our path. Pulling me into a small room she pushed me roughly down into what looked like a make up chair, attaching my leash to a D-ring to stop me from moving. She started on my hair applying styling gel and teasing it out with her fingers, in the process tangling it and messing it up more than what it already was. Getting the effect she wanted she blow dried it pulling a few strands across my face to give me the appearance of a overworked prostitute at the end of a long night.

       Pulling out a make-up bag she began apply heavy bright blue mascara and heavy eye liner. She was applying way too much and in all the wrong colours to compliment my eyes and facial structure. She studied my face and smiled evidently happy with her work, she then smeared rouge in a bright shade of red across my cheeks in a heavy swath. None of the make-up was being correctly applied and I gathered her intent was to try and make me look like a tart. A suspicion which was confirmed when she removed my gag and ran a bright pink lipstick across my lips. The final touch was a pair of oversized eyelashes attached onto my real ones. She beamed as we both looked at my reflection in the mirror as tears welled up in my eyes.

       Hearing my new attachment start up, I began to squirm in my chair as I tried to escape the stimulation of my clitoris.

       'Oh don't worry about the Butterfly Whore.' Dolly commented 'It won't make you cum, well not on that setting anyway, it will just keep you nice and aroused ready for anything.' she finished off this remark with a childish giggle, amused at my attempts to evade the latest device at my groin. Pulling my gag back into my mouth she picked up the leash again dragging me to my feet. She did at least zip up my hot pants hiding my privates form the camera's, it did worry me how used I'd become to being exposed to uncounted viewers. Placing my bunny ears carefully back on to my head and securing them in place she commented.

       'There you are perfect! Our Lady does look like quite the little whore now doesn't she' Taking in my appearance in the mirrors, I saw that even standing next to Dolly who was barely dressed looked like a low class hooker, the kind of woman I would look down upon and cross the street to avoid.

       Stopping briefly to exchange her rubber boots for her standard high heels, Dolly lead me along again, tugging on my leash more because she could than to hurry me up. I had finally mastered walking in the boots I was fitted into, although they were still hellishly painful after any amount of time upright and my gait was awkward and clumsy. I wished my breasts were covered instead of exposed bouncing with each step. At least now I was free from the two Dildo's which had previously impaled me. We arrived at our destination, interrupting my musings. We were in the hotel bar, it was furnished tastefully if a little darkly lit. The low lighting providing it with a feeling of snugness and secrecy. The effect was spoiled slightly by the prominent Televisions and the glowing red lights of working camera's.

       The televisions were all showing the promo film, the maddening butterfly starting again as I stood watching myself work through ten orgasm's in a row. I think maybe it was the whores influence or perhaps her enjoyment of the show but I felt my tongue run across my lips in remembrance of the event.

       'Today whore you are the barmaid, I will be pouring the drinks you will pick them up from me and take them to the guests tables. Even a brainless bimbo like you should be able to manage that and you had better not spill a single drink.' I felt myself blushing at her words. I knew did indeed look like a brainless bimbo though, it was the first time I'd ever actually found myself looking up to a Dolly. The experience was not pleasant as I realized how far I'd truly fallen. Here I was a topless waitress in my own hotel, forced to obey a woman whose level of breeding wasn't better than a dogs. Thankful that we were alone, I tried to marshal my strength feeling my head raise and my proper bearing showing as I did so. My pride showing in my posture, 'that’s it Lady Jennifer, shove those big titties out there' she giggled as she took note of my change in stance. My shoulders immediately slumped at her words as I realized without proper clothing all I was doing was making myself look worse.

       I stood patiently next to the bar all too aware of my nervousness at 'customers' seeing me like this and trying to ignore the butterfly attached to me. I felt myself becoming uncomfortably wet, moisture forming on my thighs how much longer before my arousal was obvious to anyone who cared to look? I was like a human rubber band being stretched a little more every time the butterfly vibrated against my clitoris, how long could I go before I snapped?

       Soon out first customers arrived a well dressed middle aged couple, barely sparing me a glance they sat down at a table hidden partially in the gloom. Seeing the flash of a screen I wondered if that was how Dolly would receive their order, it seemed my guess was correct as I heard a beep from behind the bar and sounds of Dolly going to work. Soon enough she had the drinks on a tray motioning me to take them over. Taking great care as the mittens were difficult to grasp anything in I moved across to the couple, placing the drinks on the table I simply stood there unsure of what to do next.

       'Thank you Whore' The man said his accent faintly foreign, dismissing me with a wave. Briefly I wondered how he knew to address me as Whore, forgetting that I had a sign stating it hanging from my nose ring for a moment. The bar soon filled up giving me no more time for rest. As I moved around dispensing drinks and returning the empty glasses to the bar. I began to pick up snippets of conversation as I passed the couples and small groups huddled around tables. Most of what I heard I didn't understand, it was English just not words and phrases I'd heard before. One group were discussing how to train a sub, another the use of S&M in pony training which made me wonder. The few words I did understand were worrying enough terms like slut, gang rape and slave.

       I was rapidly becoming more and more on edge as the day went on, Dolly working me non stop. I hated to think what the boots were doing to my feet and legs as the pain they inflicted increased with every step. As the customers had a few drinks they seemed to consider me little more than a mobile groping device. Men and women taking any opportunity to grab a breast, fondle my backside or run their palm over my sex. I was unable to defend myself at all. It was this realisation that was the most humiliating, these people could grab my breast, slap my backside and I would just have to accept it as my due. It was the casual way that they did it that added to the insult, not even considering that I would object and they were right I couldn't. All through the day the butterfly kept starting and stopping, putting me more and more on edge. I was starting to dream about the release of a orgasm, my mind fixated on being able to come. The promo film was now torture as I saw and heard myself repeatedly receive the release I now craved. I wanted so much to experience that again. Disgust rising within me at such a wish but I was powerless to deny the urge.

       Finally the crowds began to thin out as the guests started to leave to get ready for lunch, slowly the pace wound down until it was just Dolly and I in the bar. Gratefully I slumped into a chair exhausted to do more than sit and try and take the weight from my aching feet. I felt so dirty from all the hands that I been pawed by. It seemed that Dolly was to tired to boss me around as well leaving me to sit while she spent a few moments closing the bar.

       'Okay whore dinner time' I suddenly realized that I hadn't eaten all day the knowledge making my limbs drag a little more heavily as I felt fatigue start to claim me. Reattaching my leash like I was some common mutt she lead me back to the make-up room, hooking me again to the D-ring she left to get my food. I tried to free myself but my mittened hands were barely able to keep hold of a filled glass, there was no way I could remove or unhook the leash. Soon she was back dropping a bowl of watery porridge in front of me.

       'There you go eat up' she said and turned to head off.

       'I require a spoon' the words came instantly from my lips as my position was momentarily forgotten.  Dolly turned and picked up the porridge; 'No you don’t' and left carrying the bowl with her.  My heart sank as I realized I would not be eating anything now. I was left alone for the first time since I had got ready for the show last night. I tried to picture how I had looked then trying to bring back the image of my former elegance to my mind but all I could see was the Whore in the mirror.

       I lost track of time as I lay cuffed down over the stool on the podium, I just hoped Jennifer was more comfortable than I was. Finally the lights came back on as Sarah and Mike Wood entered the dinning hall. They barely seemed to notice me as they moved around the room checking everything was in order. Satisfied Mike left leaving me alone with Sarah, laughing at my predicament she walked over to my podium inspecting me.

       'A fine pickle you find yourself in now David, on display like a suckling pig.' I felt myself coloring at the thought and of what this woman had done to me last time we had been alone. Perhaps remembering also she tugged playfully at my breasts putting a little more stress on my already stretched nipples.

       'I hope you enjoy the after dinner entertainment,' she whispered softly into my ear. 'I'm sure your pretty little Jennifer is going to put on quite a show for everyone. It’s a shame your wife couldn’t get you off last night,' smiling she added 'she sure got a whole lot of our viewers off! Of that I'm certain.' Maybe you will also sometimes the crowd makes their own entertainment after all.' She retreated to the stage leaving me to my worries, what was in store for Jennifer? What horror would they inflict on her next?

       Guest's rapidly began filling into the room, taking their seats surrounding me. I began to feel even more exposed I was held backside sticking out and mouth open in front of all these people. Slowly rotating to make sure I was fully displayed for their attention. The guests I was sure despite their normal appearance were not as wholesome as they looked. This opinion was borne out when I heard them discussing how hot the whore was and how they were looking forward to her show. After everyone was seated and had a drink John Long took the stage.

       'Welcome discerning guests I know you have all traveled far to be here today, but I think you will find your stay at the Hotel Tillman worth it. If you'll draw your attention to the little display we have for you, you will see the owner of the Hotel, Lord Tillman rotating for your pleasure. If you want to use him for your pleasure please wait until after desert has been served though!' the crowd gave a appreciative chuckle as I felt my cheeks burn. 'After we have eaten, the Whore Lady Tillman will be performing for your pleasure as she.... well lets leave that as a surprise shall we?' He grinned happily reeling the audience in a little more with his patter.

       Soon plates of food were appearing ferried out of the kitchen by the Dolly's, the guests started eating rapidly. Wanted to get to the entertainment as soon as possible. The Dolly's were rushing all over making sure the guests had enough to drink and eat. John and Sarah moved around the table having a word or sharing a joke with a guest, making sure the evening flowed smoothly. As I watched from my perch it occurred to me that they were acting like the perfect host and hostess. Just as Jennifer and I had done on innumerable occasions at the dinner parties we held.

       All too soon the meal was finished and the plates cleared away, Jennifer and my roles as entertainment were about to begin, I got a sick sinking feeling in my stomach. A projection screen was unfurling out of the ceiling above the stage, as the lights dimmed my endless rotations stopped and I faced the screen also.

       'Ladies and Gentlemen I give you The Whore, Lady Jennifer Tillman!' John announced and the screen lit up showing a 10 foot high picture of Jennifer's face. She must have been looking directly into the camera, then she moved and the truth became clear. She was wearing the camera and was sitting facing a mirror.

       Dolly returned to the room as I stared at my reflection in the mirror my heart was racing as fast as my spirit was dropping. I looked the part of a whore with my heavy made up, my hair a frenzied mess and the stupid bunny ears. My eyes welled up at the sight of the ring through my nose and it's little tag saying what I was. I started to feel a panic rise in me, how was I ever going to get it out?

       'I just need to put this into your ear so you can her instructions from the production office' she told me, the twit let out a giggle 'I mean your people ear not your bunny ear.' I rolled my eyes at her weak joke at my expense, seeing her hand moving towards my ear I held still letting her place the little thing into my ear.

       'Say yes if you can hear me Whore' John Long's voice came from right next to me suddenly.

       'I can hear you' I said to my reflection. I got a slap across the back of my head from Dolly who evidently wore an ear piece also.        

       'Answer him properly Whore.'

       'Yes Milord' I squeaked quickly, I heard laughter through my ear piece.

       'Good now Dolly will lead you through you forfeit and knowing her might even lend a hand' he laughed; I heard more voices behind his and wondered how many people were with him. Dolly picked up my leash and I followed meekly along behind her trailing in her wake like a puppy. I could not decide what I hated more being lead this way or the fact that the painfully high heels made my walk a strut, causing my bare breasts to bounce with each step. I tried to guess our destination as we moved through the halls the dining room perhaps, the stage? Dolly was suddenly pulling me into an elevator and our destination became clear we were going to visit the guests.

       We reached our destination and Dolly entered without knocking we were obviously expected. Peering over Dolly's shoulder I looked into the room seeing only one occupant, a rather grossly overweight balding man in a very out of style ill fitting suit. He was perspiring heavily despite the room being quite cool. As he turned to face me, my eyes opened wide in shock and horror. I started to back up but was stopped as Dolly jerked my leash.

       'Meet Mr. Fatchly Whore, ' John’s voice came again in my ear, 'He is your first client you belong to him for the remainder of the evening. Try not to enjoy yourself too much Lady Jennifer.' What? No! Dolly was calmly handing Fatchly my leash.

       'Here you go sir, enjoy your evening' Dolly said formally stepping back out of the way, he was pulling me towards him now slowly reeling my leash in I had no chance of pulling back he must have been at least twice my weight.

       Once I was in arms reach of him he said simply, 'Suck my cock Whore.' placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down until I was kneeling in front of his crotch. 'Don’t feel so uppity and high and mighty now do you Whore?'

       'You heard the man Whore suck his cock' John boomed in my ear 'Perhaps you'd like a little incentive? Okay well right now David is surrounded by thirty bored guests, either you entertain them or he will.' No David! I had to protect him it was my fault we failed the first trial, this would be my redemption. Resolve forming through my blinking eyes I struggled with my shaking hands, as I began to unbuckle the fat man's belt and slide down his fly. I must save David, my David, my dear sweet David.

       'That's good Whore now reach in and take his cock in your mouth' John coached me, his voice quiet but insistent. Slowly I reach into his pants pulling down his underwear; I felt his penis stir as my hand brushed it. Tenderly I held it in my hand feeling the heat radiating into my hand as I leaned forward eyes closed. I had never done this before in my entire life, not even with David. Lady’s don’t do such a thing. It was gross, it was disgusting and is something only common whores would do.

       'Suck it, suck his cock whore' I could hear Dolly muttering behind me enjoying her ringside seat. I could delay things no more and opening as wide as I could I moved the final few inches forward as I fed his cock into my mouth with my hand. I heard a sigh from above me as my tongue came up underneath the still flaccid head of his penis. I only touched the tip and head with my tongue, it smelled of musk and sweat.

       'Good Whore, now suck it like the nice man asked.' John was gloating in my ear.        

       Trying to ignore the sweaty stench of the man and the sour taste filling my mouth I began to swirl my tongue around his cock leaning forward until I could feel his bushy pubic hair tickling my nose. Enjoying the attentions of my mouth the fat man was grunting in approval as I felt his hand loop around a clump of my hair and pull. His cock rapidly swelling inside my mouth pushing my jaws wide open. The head had starting pushing against the back of my throat now, forcing me to back off it slightly as I gagged and coughed

       'Take it all Whore,' He grunted down at me, 'Suck my cock you stupid stuck up bitch' swallowing I began to push my head forward slowly. Trying to take more of his cock in my mouth, as a tear rolled out of each eye down my cheeks. Through a panting determined grunt he said 'Such a good high and might cocksucker you are,' pulling my face further onto his cock by my hair.

       Dolly was suddenly next to me whispering insistently in my ear.'Open your throat or you won't be able to fit all of his cock inside your mouth.' she advised 'He's got a good two or three inches still to go. You need to take him into your throat. You have to take all of him in Lady Jennifer, all of him deep into your mouth and throat.' deciding that Dolly probably knew what she was talking about in this case I tried to do as she said. Relaxing my neck and trying to imagining I was swallowing a melon. I felt a slight release in pressure as the cock began to slide down my throat, my gag reflex instinctively trying to expel the intruder as I began to choke. Then strong hands where at the back of my head slowly forcing me inch by inch onto the cock, I could feel it expanding my neck as it filled my throat. I couldn't breathe past the lump of muscle crammed into my throat, I was starting to panic in earnest now. Still more meat slid into my gullet, I wanted to breathe, I had to breathe I felt myself break out into a sweat and my face turning red. Suddenly I felt his balls bouncing against my chin I knew I had taken it all still the pressure remained though.

       'Ah shit that's good.' the fat man was muttering, then he let up on the pressure pulling my head back until the head of his cock was just inside my mouth. I was gasping for breath trying to breath around the cock head in my mouth. My eyes closed tight tears leaking from them.

       'Skull fuck the whore!' I heard Dolly command from beside my ear. I just had time to grab a lungful of air as Fatchly jerked my head forward, his dick sliding straight away deeply into my throat this time. My head only stopping when my ringed nose was buried in his crotch, his smell invading my senses.

       'Skull fuck the bitch!' Dolly said again her voice full of excitement. 'Fuck her pretty face!'        

       He held me like that again, apparently enjoying the sensation of my throat around his cock slowly barely rocking my head on his cock. I just wanted to die.

       'You don't seem to be having fun Whore,' John laughed into my ear, 'Maybe this will help' I felt the unwelcome teasing sensation of the butterfly starting up again this time on a much higher setting. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as I became more and more aroused as the butterfly did its devilish work. My mind went from focusing on trying to suck air, as I humiliated myself sucking cock. To a instant state of excitement between my legs. I was unwillingly pushed to increased heights of excitement as it relentlessly teased at my clitoris. I felt my hips move, wiggle and grind as something inside me needed release.        

       My head was pulled back again as the cock slid out I felt drool and spit drop onto my chest. I coughed and gagged as I grabbed another quick breath before I was choked once more by 4 inches of hard cock in my throat. The Whore was excited now emerging from where ever she hid herself, excited by the sensations of the butterfly growing and the unwanted throat fucking I was receiving. The Whore got excited by my humiliation, I realized she loved the feeling of the incessant pleasure buzzing between my legs and wanted to be used and abused. Fatchly had got into a rhythm now pulling out of my throat to allow me to get a breath then plunging himself back inside me. Dolly was happily chanting 'Skull fuck!' over and over in time with his movements next to my ear. In my other ear I heard people laughing and talking about how the stuck-up bitch was a cock sucking whore.        

       The Whore screamed her enjoyment inside my head; as Fatchly plunged himself down into me once more. Holding my hair even tighter, his cock jerking as I felt his hot semen spraying into my throat and sliding down into my stomach. I thought I was going to retch as my pride plummeted. Fatchly sat back, spent for the moment. Dolly cheered at me telling me that I was a natural cock sucker, a true pro. Dolly's approval was echoed by the Whore as she enjoyed my debasement, the horrible taste in my mouth and the sick feeling of Fatchly’s disgusting sperm sitting in my stomach.        

       I sat back on my heels panting as I tried to catch my breath, my exposed breasts heaving. I felt so incredibly dirty, perspiration covering my body from my near suffocation. It suddenly occurred to me as I sat there, my right hand was between my legs rubbing myself. I was horribly aroused as the butterfly kept me on the verge of orgasm.

       'Can I play with her for a bit while you recover?' I heard Dolly ask Fatchly, he vaguely waved his permission breathing heavily from the exertion and his orgasm. His limp penis hanging against his slacks.

       'Cool' she exclaimed happily, 'come on Whore lick my pussy I want to cum as well' she grabbed my leash and was pulling over to the large bed. I covered the few paces on my hands and knees and climbed up on it. Dolly was sitting at the top of the bed, her legs spread wide. She pulled my face directly into her bare crotch. 'I've heard you're a great pussy licker whore!' I was so tired, so exhausted and so humiliated what more could these people possible want from me? My mind was under siege by the Whore now, her strength coming from my exhaustion and the incredible pulsing at my crotch. She wanted to suck and fuck, to screw the pretty Dolly and Fat Fatchly all night. To lose ourselves in the pleasure of orgasm and the release of giving up all inhibitions.        

       Not having the strength to resist I let her begin to lick at Dolly's pussy; the Whore was in her debased element now a pussy at my mouth and a vibrator on my clit. In my warping mind my logic became skewed. Fatchly came, if Dolly comes then I will get to cum. This self made promise of a reward drove the Whore with childlike eagerness. Fueled by the strength of her desires my licking became more frenetic, I put my fingers on Dolly’s inner thighs, using my thumbs to open her leaking slit. The Whore was displaying an expert touch I didn't remember knowing, her thumbs coaxing and teasing Dolly's pussy. My tongue and it's piercing probing and licking the sweet nectar like a hungry dog. Sliding it along and around her clit drawing squeals, sighs and the mumbled shameful compliment of 'good pussy licking whore' from her with each movement.

       The mattress sagging informed me that Fatchly had climbed between my legs as I lay on my front servicing Dolly. It seemed that the lesbian show the Whore was putting on had got him excited enough to join in. I received a hard spank on my ass a sign the Whore knew meant to raise up on my knees. I spread my knees wide as I kept my face in constant contact with Dolly’s pussy. Fatchly taking the Whores invitation slid open the zip on the front of my hot pants. The cold air on my hot pussy was too much for the Whore.

       'Fuck me, Fuck me Milord!' she begged with my voice. Fatchly not needing any more encouragement grasped my hips firmly and began to slide into me, thrusting a few inches in then pulling back. Getting slightly deeper in me with each thrust as he teased us both and drove my wet face into Dolly. He was even wider than the dildo that had driven me to so many orgasm's the day before, and had already penetrated me just as deeply. Perhaps sensing this he pulled all the way out of me.        

       'Tell me how much you want it Whore' he instructed. The Whore didn't hesitate.

       'Slam your cock into me Milord! Fill me, fill me to the brim, fuck me hard!' He teased me again

       'Now tell me how much you want it Lady Jennifer' he instructed. The Whore didn't hesitate and pleaded for his cock.

       'Oh god fuck, fuck me Milord, fuck me hard, shove it in me Milord, give it to me! Fuck Me! Milord!' I wailed as raucous laughter from somewhere invaded my ear piece. His only answer was to drive into me his considerable weight behind his cock as he pushed deeper into me than any man had before him. I came instantly, a climax that the butterfly had been building for the last twelve hours exploded through me. I couldn't see, I couldn't think. My whole body was shaking as the tension built up over hours exploded out of me in an instant. My face slammed hard into Dolly’s pussy, my nose against her clitoris as Fatchly relentlessly drove me into her. Dolly wrapped her legs around my head holding me tight to her pussy. Shaking in her own orgasm as she enjoyed the sight of Fatchly pounding my pussy and the feeling of my face in hers. Her cum smothering my face, as I licked hungrily at her juices. Unable to do anything but lick her as I tried to regain control of my body.        

       Fatchly pulled out of me before thrusting deeply once again. He picked up my legs lifting me up my face still held by Dolly's legs, I was like a human arrow pointed at her pussy. He started to really pound at my cunt now. Dolly still had my face pressed tightly against her pussy legs locked around my head. My whole body was a dildo, being hammered into her by Fatchly. She let loose a scream of excitement now. I yelled my own cries into her snatch as I clamped down tightly on Fatchly's wonderfully thick dick as my second orgasm in as many minutes drove sanity from my brain.

      I was lost and confused in the moment, hearing laughter and crude comments about me in one ear. As my subconscious was craving to be fucked. This wasn’t funny not funny at all! Why were people laughing at me? I just wanted to cum, cumming was wonderful so so wonderful. My mind started conversations with the voices in my ear and the Whore in my mind. So what if I was a dumb horny bitch? So what if I was a stuck up cunt? At least my cunt was stuffed, at least I was eating pussy. Oh my, oh yes my cunt, I was just a mouth and a cunt wrapped as tightly around Fatchly as Dolly was around me. I barely felt Fatchly's second load of cum spray into my pussy, all I wanted to do now was cum and cum. The Whore wanted more but he grabbed me by my hair, throwing me off of the bed onto the floor as he flopped down next to Dolly exhausted.

       I had been made to watch as Jenifer was first forced to perform fellatio on my former business partner Fatchly. Not only had he swindled me out of millions but he had forced himself on my wife! John Long and Sarah had evidently enjoyed watching my reaction to Jennifer's forced oral servicing of Fatchly, tormenting me as Jennifer debased herself for them by constantly switching my cock ring on and off. Bringing me to the brink of a orgasm repeatedly as the disgusting fat man forced his penis into my wife. I had been forced to watch her throat bulge telling me just how deeply he had pushed himself into her, the unseen director zooming in the cameras to ensure we all got a good view.

       The guests still encircling me at their table were perhaps the worst part of the ordeal, approaching my wifes debasement as if it was some football match, chanting and cheering as Jennifer was forced to swallow more and more of Fatchlys penis. A few mocked me asking if she had ever performed like that for me, whether she had learned her cock sucking skills servicing me as one woman put it. Then we came to the final act when Jennifer shamed me further by begging Fatchly to not just penetrate her but treat her like a common whore at the same time, she was utterly wanton in her desires, how could she disgrace me so? Giving into her lustful urges like some brazen harlot.

       With the action on the huge screen now over Sarah stood up tapping her wine glass with a fork to gain the guests attention.

       'Well I hope you all enjoyed our little after dinner film' she mocked looking gleefully in my direction, a smattering of applause greeted her remarks indicating the guests had indeed enjoyed their after dinner entertainment, seeing my wife becoming little more than a brazen slut had evidently been a interesting diversion.

       'As you know Jennifer's little show was in punishment for her failure in the first trial and well we wouldn't want her husband to feel left out now would we?' she proclaimed, suddenly all eyes turned to me the rotating plinth I was on gave me a panoramic view of the expressions of sadistic glee appearing on the guests faces as the wondered what was in store for me.

       I felt like a pig selected for that evenings roast, a feeling reinforced by my position trussed over a stool on display to all and as utterly helpless as a lamb brought to slaughter.

       'I admit we did have some trouble deciding what his punishment would be, so many ideas were put forward by you our guests and our Internet audience.' They were allowing the guests to design my forfeit? I shuddered to  think what these degenerates would suggest especially after their obvious enjoyment of Jennifer's debasement, there could be no limits to the tortures they would enjoy seeing me endure. 'We decided in the end to go for something a little slower paced to begin with, perhaps loosen our David up a little' she grinned evilly at this last remark as if enjoying a inside joke at my expense 'So we have decided to go with the idea suggested by Mr and Mrs Roman, stand up and take a bow please' A middle aged couple at the far end of the table stood up a took a quick bow to the polite applause of the rest of the guests.

       Slowly the platform I was attached to came to a halt leaving me pointed towards the screen, forcing me to take in the picture of Jennifer sprawled across the floor her encounter clearly having exhausted her. My humiliation at having my wife behave so outrageously blossomed in me again had she always been this way? Why hadn't I seen  this part of her before? My musings were interrupted by the sound of the doors behind opening and something being wheeled into the room to the applause of the guests. I could hear whatever it was that was to form the centerpiece of my forfeit trundling into place behind me, judging by the sound it must weigh a ton! It seemed that they were happy with it's position as I felt hands at my ankles unlocking the cuffs attaching me to the stool and then re-locking me into them so my ankles were locked to each other.

       'I'm going to enjoy watching your forfeit Wench. I don't think you'll ever be quite the same again once you've enjoyed a few hours on our little loosener.' The dark Dolly whispered into my ear her voice dripping with sadistic glee.

       My preoccupation with Jennifer's behavior disappeared as I felt a cold sweat break out across my skin at the Dolly's words she seemed to delight in seeing myself and Jennifer humiliated and degraded. Anything that could make her so happy wouldn't be pleasant for me. Dolly was unlocking my wrists now once they were free she cuffed them together behind my back, pulling my shoulders back thrusting my fake breasts out in front of me as I was lifted of the stool. Her firm grip on my shoulders holding me upright. At first I refused to turn around scared of what was in store for me trying to delay the inevitable a little longer. My brief resistance was abruptly snuffed out by Dolly simply reaching down between my legs and taking a firm grip on the plastic prison encasing my penis, using it as a handle to position me. I blushed crimson at her casual manipulation of my most private area she seemed oblivious to my humiliation which only increased my shame.

       With Dolly's iron grip on my manhood pulling me along I was forced into stumbling totter as I tried to keep up with her in my ridiculous heels. Unable to use my hands for balance I nearly crashed into the back of Dolly when she stopped next to the device. With a quick grin of anticipation over her shoulder at me Dolly stepped aside to give me my first look at my punishment. At first glance it seemed innocuous enough simply a L shaped piece of machinery, with a 2 foot square platform mounted on runners  to the base of the L so it could slide back and forward about a foot. On the back of the device was a motor of some kind which was obviously there to provide power, sticking out of the vertical section of the L about 2 feet above the little platform was what looked like five or six bright red balls glued to each other increasing in size as they got closer to the back of the device. A shove from Dolly sent me stumbling the last few steps to the device, just as I brought myself to a halt I again felt her hands on me manhandling me, accepting the inevitable I let myself be positioned according to her whims.

       Dolly's hand on the back of my neck guided me up on to the platform steering me as if I was a errant schoolboy late for class, as I tried to balance on the platform I noticed four straps attached it's base a few inches away from each corner.

       'Kneel' Dolly's harsh voice whispered into my ear, almost without thinking I gratefully fell to my knees sparing my feet the further torture of trying to stand in my heels. With my back to the vertical part of the device, Dolly began positioning my legs into the straps one around each ankle and one just below each knee holding my lower legs flat to the platform with my knees pulled apart by about two feet. I began to feel the first waves of anxiety running through my chest now. I was firmly attached to the device and with my hands cuffed behind me there was no way I could escape from the device without help. Help which judging from the anticipation on the faces of the crowd hemming me in was unlikely to be coming.

       Sarah appeared in front of me now holding what looked like a six inch wide piece of thick leather in her hands with some lengths of thin chain hanging from it, she was reaching down to fasten it around my neck.

       'Tilt you head back' She ordered, when I didn't move quick enough she sent a exasperated look to Dolly who simply placed her hands on my forehead pulling my head back so I was now staring at the ceiling. I felt Sarah place the collar around my neck the front part of it reaching from my collarbone up to underneath my chin pushing my head back allowing Dolly to pull my fake hair out of the way and tighten the attached straps behind my neck to hold it in place. I felt one buckle pulled tight then another then a third, Dolly re tightening each in turn to ensure there was no give in them. I could feel my pulse pounding now against the inside of the collar my feelings of being trapped and surrounded increased by the slight restriction in my breathing it caused. I could feel Dolly's hands behind me now pulling one of the chains attached to the back of my collar down attaching it to center of the chain holding my wrists together pulling them painfully up my back.

       I was almost panicking now squirming against my bonds as I tried to get free. Sarah watched me writhe for a moment before fishing the remote control for my cock ring from her pocket.

       'Ah our little wench seems a little uncomfortable' she cooed eliciting scattered laughter from the guests 'perhaps this will distract him' she added raising the remote and aiming it at me as if it were a gun. I tensed bracing myself for the agony of he punishment setting but it was the massager that started up as her thumb pressed the button. At first the sensations were merely distracting but as the speed increased I felt myself becoming increasingly aroused, my cock ring had been intermittently massaging me for almost 24 hours now slowly little by little eroding the restraint instilled into one of my upbringing. For the first time since my teens I felt the hand of lust grip me. The need for release like a weight on my chest. I was becoming desperate for release. I could feel hands on me bending me forward and securing the chain from the front of the collar to the platform, forcing me to bring my head down and my backside up, the position holding my spine horizontal with the collar holding my chin up so I could only stare directly ahead.

       It was then Sarah leaned down in front of me, the expression on her face wasn't showing hate or disgust as I had expected but rather amusement at my predicament. I felt myself begin to blush in shame the sensation starting at my forehead and running down across my chest, I could perhaps have dealt with her looking down on me but I had fallen even further than that! In her eyes I was merely entertainment now, a particularly amusing animal to be shown off to her friends or in this case the guests and the Internet audience. Try as I might to fight it, the feelings of humiliation burning through me were combining with the powerful sensations coming from my groin increasing my arousal.

       Now that the second chain had been connected I could barely move, my lower legs were utterly immobile attached as they were to the platform underneath me, I was forced to pull my arms up my back to reduce the tightness of the collar around my neck which even if I pushed my hands as far up my back as I could my head was still pulled back and looking straight ahead. I could do nothing to halt the cock rings stimulation of my groin it's insistent massaging dragging me slowly and inexorably towards a very public orgasm, but I found myself resisting less and less, in fact I started waggling my hips as much as my restraints would allow trying to push myself over the edge into ecstasy.

       The crowd around me seemed to think my antics were hilarious snapping pictures of me on cameras to preserve my moment of shame for posterity. I was grunting around the gag holding my mouth open now. I was becoming even more frantic in my attempts to achieve orgasm. Finally I felt the tightness in my testicles increase indicating my imminent release. Then without warning my cock ring suddenly switched into punishment mode hundreds of little pins were suddenly pressed against my engorged and horribly sensitive penis, I let out a howl of shock and pain, drool spraying from my mouth and dripping down over my chin. My impending orgasm suddenly halted by the agony enveloping my penis I felt tears begin to form in my eyes at the denial of my release and the pain shooting through my penis. It wasn't fair! I had been so close and now I had publicly shamed myself even further, the guests were in uproar now the denial of my orgasm was hilarious as far as they were concerned. I saw more cameras raised to get a shot of my tear stained face. Blessedly the cock ring had turned off after a few seconds leaving me with tears slowly rolling down my face accompanied by a pathetic mewling that was coming from my mouth as I tried to get my breathing under control my chest heaving as I sucked in lung fulls of air.

       'I should get used to that experience Wench' Dolly was whispering in my ear her body out of sight behind me, 'your cock ring will be randomly running you through a pleasure/pain cycle for the foreseeable future' I gulped at the implications of her words I was going to have to endure that experience again? How many times would I be denied a orgasm? Would they keep me like this applying pain and pleasure in equal amounts for the rest of the upcoming trials? Sarah had lent down in front of me her face so close to mine that I could smell her sweet perfume even over my own stink.

       'It seems you do have a libido after all David, when we were married I often thought you were gay you showed so little interest in me. Perhaps it's only bound like this that your animal side comes out? Or maybe it's all these men eying your helpless body that gets you excited?' Waving her arm too indicate the male members of the audience looking at me with what I can only describe as lust in their eyes.

       Carefully she began to remove my nose jewelery making sure it was safely placed into the bag at her feet, I was glad to be rid of the accursed sign but I doubted she had removed it for my benefit. My gag was removed next the ring pulled from behind my teeth and I could finally move my jaw, my respite was brief though as another gag was brought in front of my face the side closest me had a small black bulb which was quickly pushed into my mouth. The gag wrapping tightly around the lower half of my face as if molded especially for me, from underneath my chin up to just below my nose and also down each side of my face as far as my ears was encased in black rubber. Looking down my nose at the gag I saw that there was a large black penis molded to the front of it from my point of view it looked huge at least 7 or 8 inches long and at least 2 inches wide. Once Dolly had buckled it behind my head Sarah began pumping the bulb inside my mouth, expanding it until it my tongue was squashed against the base of my mouth and my cheeks were sandwiched between the inner and outer parts of the gag.

       I felt the Dolly behind me attach something to my handcuff chain pulling my hands back towards the machinery behind me. Sarah stepped back running her eyes over my bondage ensuring everything was in place. Lastly she detached the pump she had used to inflate my gag after giving it a couple more squeezes just to be sure my mouth was full, finally nodding to herself she waved a carry on motion to Dolly. I felt soft vibrations through the platform as the motor behind me started up, though I could barely hear it's quiet purr even as close as I was. Slowly now the platform I was on began to slide backwards it's movement barely noticeable, I felt what I assumed were Dolly's hands on my hips positioning them at just the right angle for what I wondered? Then I felt something with a slippery plastic texture touch my anus, I immediately tried to squirm out of the way but my bondage held me fast I couldn't pull away due to the chain from my wrists holding me fast to the machine and Dolly's hands prevented any side to side movement.

       Slowly I felt the pressure on my anus increase as the machine kept reeling me in then I remembered the chain of red balls that was attached to the machine. It must be that which I was slowly being dragged onto by the unrelenting device.

       'As I'm sure you've noticed Wench' Sarah began 'you have a stick of latex balls pressing against your ass, the first is only 1/2 an inch in diameter, the second is a inch, the third is 1 and a 1/2 inches , the fourth is a nice snug 2 inches and number five is extra special a rather sizable 3 inches!' Three inches! they meant to split me in half! surely they were bluffing. I felt the first ball pop inside me right then, the insistent pressure had eventually increased past my resistance. I tried to expel it but no matter how I jerked and squirmed I couldn't remove it, then I felt the second ball begin to press against me intent on following the first inside me.

       'Yes thats right you can't move far enough away to pull it from your ass, now stop squirming it's tiresome and I don't want you to wear yourself out to soon' she continued in a bored tone of voice, unperturbed by my attempts to escape my anal intruder she continued. 'Don't worry the machine will stop pulling your as onto the balls now, we have a much more entertaining method of making sure your ass gets stuffed with them, Dolly if you'd demonstrate please?'

       Dolly hurried round in front of me bending forward at the waist and hitching her skirt up, displaying that unsurprisingly she wasn't wearing any underwear, her bare ass and sex filled my vision. She slowly began to back up reaching between her legs to guide the tip of the dildo in front of me into her always ready vagina. As she slowly began to push her hips back, her pussy lips sliding slowly down the dildo towards my face she began to grunt contentedly to herself enjoying the sensation as she filled her sex with the black rubber dildo. Soon it was completely engulfed by her vagina, her labia separated from my lips by only the thickness of the rubber surrounding my lower jaw and she pressed her anus happily onto the tip of my nose. Gently she began to slide forward along the dildo seemingly trying to make the process last as long as possible as she teased herself with every inch of it, leaving it glistening with her juices as she pulled herself away from me until just the tip was inside her still.

       'You see Wench we could just let the machinery skewer you onto the that rather uncomfortable dildo behind you, but that seemed a bit to clinical' Sarah announced speaking for the guests and the thousands of Internet viewers benefit as much as my own. 'So we thought why not add a little audience participation? So we set up a ratchet on our little device so that each millimeter you move onto the ball dildo you stay there. That way we could get twice the fun out of your forfeit, Dolly if you would please?' Apparently Dolly had been waiting for her cue and pushed herself back onto the dildo as hard and fast as she could, slamming into me and in turn pushing me onto the dildo behind me. I felt the second ball pop inside me from the force of her thrust.

       Dolly was just getting started though grunting as she slammed back and forth on the dildo, with each movement I could feel the third ball push slowly into my sphincter each thrust spreading my anus wider and wider. I could tell from Dolly's squeals and grunts that she had already cum once, the excitement of fucking herself with the huge dildo increased immeasurably by the pain she was causing my virgin asshole. Just when I thought the third ball would just keep stretching my sphincter it plopped inside me, giving me a not uncomfortable feeling of being full back there. Dolly produced yet another orgasm her knees shaking as she slowly slid off of the dildo to gasp for breath on the floor. I was surrounded by the smell of her sex now the dildo dripping with her juices, then I saw one of the female guests reach down to run her hand along Dolly's dripping vagina licking each digit clean as she shuddered with pleasure. A few of the guests unable to resist the sight of Dolly quickly pulled her into the crowd out of my sight. Her happy mewling emerging from behind the wall of people informing me that whatever they were doing with her she was a willing participant.

       'Well it seems Dolly only managed to expand his little hole to a inch and a half' Sarah announced slipping easily into the role of commentator. 'Does anyone think they can do better than this slut' she exclaimed indicating Dolly who was still lying on the floor seemingly oblivious to the woman eagerly lapping the juices from her swollen vagina.

       'My pet will try' said a tall man at the back of the room pushing a petite mini skirted young woman to the front, she couldn't have been more that twenty years old. I saw her turn to give the man pushing her forward a pleading look but seeing the resolute look on his face continued to make her way to the front. As she emerged from the crowd I got my first proper look at her, she was wearing a pink latex strapless mini dress so short and tight that it was obvious she was naked underneath. She tottered towards me on a pair of leather high heels, so tall that they were probably second only to my own in discomfort, especially as they looked even to my eyes to be at least two sizes too small.

       She bent down in front of me flicking her blond hair away from her face to inspect the dildo closely, nervousness showing on her face at the thought of what she was about to do. Around her neck was a thin black choker with a small silver plaque on the front bearing the name "Trixi" her name I assumed. As she straightened up I caught a glimpse of the bumps her nipples were making in the latex of her dress, it seemed despite her nervousness she was excited by something was it the sight if my bondage or what she was about to do I wondered? She turned back to the crowd meeting the eye of the man who had pushed her forward and began to slide her dress up her hips. Taking her time, obviously putting on a show for the tall man, she inched the stretchy fabric up her thighs and over her pert backside the latex gripping her rear tightly as she pulled it over the pale skin. I felt myself start to fill the inside of the cock ring my penis pressing tightly against the sides, this tiny little thing was exciting me in a way that not many women ever had. I think it was the way she seemed so sweet and innocent but yet was about to do something so wanton that it tapped into some primal part of my brain.

       The remote in Sarah's hand gave our a little beep as it registered my excitement, she glanced down raising her eyebrow ever so slightly as she absorbed the information. My arousal ended with that small movement, the idea that Sarah knew the lustful thoughts going through my head was like a bucket of cold water to the face quenching my desire immediately.

       'I think the Wench likes his new playmate' Sarah announced to the crowd, increasing my humiliation even further.

       The girl was now timidly backing towards me and the dildo in my gag, gently she guided it her sex. She seemed to be having trouble accommodating it, stopping and starting as she slid her sex towards me. When she was about halfway, the tall man  his patience exhausted stepped forward and began to whisper into her ear.

       'My pet you will take all of that dildo and you will fuck the Wench so hard that you push that fourth ball deep inside his asshole. I don't care if you have to spend all night reaming your cunt raw, do you understand?' through the dildo gag I could feel the shudder his harsh instructions caused in the girl. I could just make out her nod of agreement past the curve of her pale ass. 'But you have embarrassed me in front of my peers with your display of resistance so I'm afraid I must punish you my pet.' From his pocket he produced a foot long chain, on one end was a metal weight about the size of a egg the other ended in a harsh looking clip. He reached underneath her to slide her dress down to expose her pert breasts then without hesitation clipped the chain onto her nipple dropping the attached weight as soon as it was secure. Trixi let out yelp of pain as the weight reached the end of its chain yanking hard on her breast it was the first noise I had heard her make. Pulling a second chain from his pocket the man attached this to her other nipple causing a second quieter yelp.

       'And to prove I'm serious about you staying there all night' he continued, addressing Trixie in the same harsh whisper. He bent down angrily pulling her ankles back until they were against the front corners of the frame my device was mounted on. Securing each ankle to the frame with a short length of rope. He wasn't finished yet picking up one of the pairs of cuffs that had secured me to the stool, he pulled her hands down in front of her and quickly snapped the cuffs around her wrists. Pulling another length of rope from his pocket the tied one end to the cuffs, the other to the mid point of the bar her legs were lashed to. Satisfied she was secured tightly he stood up to address the guests.

       'My Slave Trixi has volunteered,' he announced attaching heavy irony to the last word. 'To use her lithe little body to ram the fourth ball inside Wench! She promises to keep going until she has achieved this goal no matter how long it may take!' The crowd were clapping appreciatively at this perhaps realizing that watching two people suffer for their entertainment would be better than just one.

       Trixi perhaps realizing that the tall man had meant his threat to keep her here until she had completed her task, began pushing herself towards me wiggling her hips as she tried to take all of the dildo. I could see that even the tiniest movement set the weights on her nipples swinging wildly. Finally her backside was pressed up against me, her light flowery scent filling my nostrils its sweetness a relief after Dolly's musky aroma. Slowly at first she began to rock back and forth about a inch. This had no effect on the dildo behind me, she was going to have to be a lot more energetic if she wanted to please her master. Trixi was beginning to make her thrusts longer and faster now, I felt the pressure increase on my anus ever so slightly as she began to make some progress. The crowd were now clapping in time with each movement now, excited by the spectacle poor Trixi was putting on I assumed. I could imagine how she looked face screwed up in concentration around her button nose, as she tried to keep up her pace. The weights on her nipples were increasing their motion ,and I assumed the pain, with every thrust she made.

       Trixi was breathing heavily now more due to excitement than tiredness, as she had barely stretched me at all. Her grunts were increasing in pace now as she began to get closer to orgasm.

       'Oh my god Master!' she was shouting now 'I'm going to cum, please may I cum!' the tall man had stepped forward again and was squatting in front of her his relaxed pose a start contrast to her madly thrusting body. Obviously enjoying dragging out her torment he simply stood there.

       'Please, please, please I can't hold on. Please!' she was begging now, her words running into each other in her desperation. The crowd were silent for once so intent on poor Trixi that the clapping had stopped. Still studying her intently the tall man slowly nodded once, giving his permission.

       'Thaaank yoooou!' Trixi exclaimed, stretching the words out as she pushed back into me as hard as she could. Her soaking vagina spasming less than a inch from me, as her orgasm shuddered its way through her body. For a moment everything was still as the crowd took in the scene, then the cheering broke out. Trixi was still pressing back against me gasping for breath.

       'I didn't say you could stop fucking pet!' the tall man thundered, his face inches from Trixi's 'Stop once more before you have fucked that fourth ball deep inside him, and I'll add another set of weights to your tits! And another after that! Am I understood!'        

       'Yes master!' Trixi managed to squeak out, starting to move again.

       'Good,' he had moved behind me now inspecting her progress 'you're about a quarter of the way there. You may cum if you need to but you may not stop.' Trixi stepped up her pace once more, starting to really pound me backwards, I was amazed at the ferocity coming from her slight frame. Noticing Sarah was standing just to the side of me, I looked up just in time to see her activate her remote once more. Again I felt the massager start up, I began to tense anticipating my impending humiliation either from a forced public orgasm or the pain of it's denial.

       Trixi was well on her way to her second orgasm, her pace frenetic as she approached release. My own orgasm was so close, the sight of her fucking herself raw on the dildo an inch from face was reaching down into the animal part of my brain. Leaving me breathless with need. I was completely trapped unable to give myself the orgasm I so badly needed or touch the tainted angel in front of me. The slow stretching of my asshole was adding a undercurrent of pain to the pleasure provided by my massager. Trixi was shouting and swearing announcing her orgasm to the appreciative audience the sight of her quivering body taking me right to the edge of what was surely to be a monumental orgasm, any second now I thought. Then horribly my pleasure was blanked out by a tidal wave of pain as again I felt the needles pressing into my engorged member, the feeling as if my most sensitive area had been bitten by a thousand fire ants.

       The audience broke into gales of laughter as tears began to flow down my cheeks. The pain wiping out any thoughts of Trixi's orgasm or the constant pain from my ever widening anus. I could feel my pride slowly shrinking with my erection leaving a hollow sensation in my chest. Shame and self loathing filled the hole as the guests derision reached new heights. Their schoolyard taunts of 'crybaby' and 'does wench want her mommy' hitting me like body blows pushing the air from my lungs. I gasped trying to suck in more oxygen around the gag filling my mouth. I tried to focus on something, anything else to distract myself and prevent my growing anxiety attack. The only thing I could see was the pert globes of Trixi's backside. She was using the audiences preoccupation with me to pause for a moment and enjoy the after glow of her orgasm, not all eyes were on me though.

       'I warned you slut!' The man yelled pushing forward again. Pulling another pair of the egg shaped weights from his pocket, he angrily hooked them on to her nipple chains.

       'Please master, they're too heavy!' Trixi begged, holding absolutely still so as not to set the weights swinging.

       'Be quiet slut and do as you're told' The man replied utterly unmoved by her pleading.

       'I can't, please.' Trixi mewled pathetically.

       'I've had enough of your pathetic whining slut. Are you trying to embarrass me in front of my friends? Well I'll teach you not to speak back to me.' He said undoing the buckle to the thick leather belt he wore. At first I thought he meant to beat her with it, then he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. Reaching forward he wrapped his fingers in her hair, pushing his cock into her mouth. 'Any more comments slut?' he mocked.

       He was slowly pushing his cock deeper into poor Trixie's mouth now evidently enjoying the sensation of violating her throat with his cock. She was gagging and thrashing wildly as she tried to drag a breath of air past the 10 inches of cock rammed deeply into her gullet. Instinctively she began to push back against me attempting to remove the invading member from her airway. The round cheeks of her backside were filling my vision, as her pussy swallowed the whole length of the dildo on my gag. Trixie's fevered attempts to escape her masters cock were pushing me back relentlessly onto the dildo behind me. The ever increasing diameter of the ball stretching my asshole painfully. I was trying to scream at her to stop but the dual obstructions of the gag in my mouth and the twin globes of Trixie's ass were muffling my pleas. Finally the pain reached it's peak and the two inch diameter of the ball was pushed past my sphincter into my increasingly full ass. I was sure I had torn something back there. The continued throbbing of my anus and the full feeling in bowels was a horrible reminder that before my task was complete I would need to accommodate the next even bigger ball in my ass.

       The tall man had pulled his cock out of Trixie's throat and was masturbating feverishly as he took in the vision of her pained exhaustion and my confinement. Evidently the spectacle in front of him met with his approval as within a few moments he came with a grunt spraying his semen across Trixie's face. After taking a moment to use the head of his cock to smear his sperm across her mouth and nose he untied her from the frame. He dragged her up in front of him so he could admire his decoration of her face. Idly toying with the weights still swaying from her nipples as he did.

       'I think we'll leave those on for a while my dear,' he announced to her evident dismay. 'remind you who is Master and who is the pet eh?' Taking a moment to refasten her cuffs behind he back, presumably to stop her using her hands to alleviate the weight on her distended nipples or clean the slowly drying semen from her face, he lead her away her dress still bunched around her waist displaying the reddened puffy lips of her vagina.

       'Now Wench as I'm sure you've realized that the last ball is going to be a bit more difficult than the last couple so we thought we'd let you take your time over it.' Sarah announced to me and the  watching guests. 'You see we're going to leave the machine on automatic. It is programmed to slowly slide the full length of that dildo in and out of your backside every half hour or so. I wonder what it will feel like as it slowly impales you millimeter by millimeter?  Mercilessly stretching your sphincter and then once the whole thing is inside you. You'll have its return journey to look forward to!' She was obviously trying to scare me, but despite my efforts to remain calm it was working. I was trapped and helpless forced to endure whatever sick punishments she and the audience dreamed up. Perhaps worst of all I knew that the depravity I had so far endured was only the tip of the iceberg. I was sure I would have to endure even worse degradation and abuse before this nightmare was over.

       The machine started up again, the vibrations of it's motor passing through the dildo into my anus. My cock ring started up almost simultaneously also, but as pleasurable as its massaging effect was I knew that it would only lead to pain not pleasure. At first I felt no change and my spirits began to rise, perhaps the machine was broken? Horribly though after a few seconds I began to feel the pressure on my anus noticeably increase. My discomfort slowly but inexorably increasing. I realised that the slow setting wasn't designed to spare  me any suffering. The slower the machine moved the more distress it cause as drew out the torture and with it my feelings of helplessness. I was a slave to this unfeeling machine now its sole purpose to torture and humiliate me. The guests began to leave the hall apparently content to watch my torture from their rooms as the enjoyed god knows what other perversions available to them. Soon I was alone with the machine, although the glowing red lights of the cameras focused on me made sure I was not unobserved. How many were watching now as I was forced to endure torture and humiliation for their gratification? All thoughts of my audience disappeared from my mind as the dildo began to make it's presence truly felt as the walls of my anus were forced apart to make room for its latest and largest invader.

       I was sure the widest part of the last ball was at my sphincter now, but I had been sure before and yet the tension in my ass always got worse the the pain and pressure always slowly increasing. Despite my belief that I had been stretched to my maximum. My cock ring was also running constantly now bringing me to the brink of orgasm before dragging me back down as it inflicted agony on my most sensitive organ. Then the pleasure cycle would start up again immediately giving me no time to collect my wits. Time seemed to stretch as the intensity of  the sensations increased. The never ending cycle of pleasure and pain in my groin coupled with increasing pain as I was robotically sodomised by the increasingly larger balls. Underneath these sensations was the ever present tension in my nipples as the weights in my fake breasts pulled on them. Suddenly I felt the tension on my sphincter decrease. My buttocks where pressing against the backboard of the machine now informing me that I had taken the whole length of it inside my bowels spasmed as the tried to accommodate the rubber intruder forced inside me. My relief was short lived though as Sarah's words came back to me I had only completed one leg of the dildos journey. Soon in mere seconds perhaps it would be forcibly dragged out of me and then once again I would be slowly impaled upon it. This realisation that my torment wouldn't end until I was released from the machine destroyed my last vestige of self control as I began to weep uncontrollably.

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