The Gallery

Diana took her leave, as the hostess it was her duty to circulate amongst all the guests, but she promised to come back to Persephone for a long chat later. “We have so much to talk about. There’s the matter of…” She inclined her head towards the dungeon area where The Countess was still playing with her ‘toy’.

For the next hour or so Persephone chatted with the other guests. There was a lot of interest in Julia; it would seem that many had seen her at the gallery, and, time and time again, she was subjected to inspections; time and time again she would be made to stand and wait whilst total strangers would paw her body, feel her breasts and probe her pussy. Despite, or was it because of, this impersonal treatment, Julia couldn’t help but respond. What she was beginning to think of as her inner slut welcomed and wanted the feel of strange fingers parting her pussy lips and pushing inside. One woman simply held her hand there whilst continuing to chat to Persephone and Julia, unable to contain herself, started to push her hips forward, to rub herself against the hand. The woman merely held her firmer, cupping her hand so that her ring and forefinger were buried inside Julia whilst her palm was rubbing against her pubic mound. Faster and faster Julia humped the woman’s hand until…

“She’s a horny little thing, isn’t she?” The woman said, removing her hand and tasting the tops of her fingers. “Was she like this when you got her, or did she need training?”

“She was pretty much like this when I got her.” Persephone replied.

“And the other one?” The woman indicated ‘five’ who was still kneeling besides Persephone.

“She’s one of the timid ones.” Persephone said. “But sometimes I like them like that. Mind you, with the right encouragement she’s not so timid. ‘four’, give ‘five’ a kiss.”

Julia could hear the pride in Persephone’s voice and realised that she was enjoying showing off her possessions; a show was obviously required. She knelt down in front of ‘five’ and, crossing her wrists behind her back, leaned forward to give her a kiss. At first ‘five’ was nervous and slow to respond but, as Julia’s tongue pushed forward, she opened her mouth and surrendered.  Gradually passion overcame nervousness and ‘five’ retuned the kiss with equal intensity.

“You may use your hands.” Persephone said and, immediately, ‘five’ reached out and pulled Julia into a clinch, crushing them together. As their breasts met and the chains in their piercings became entangled there was a tingle of pain but that just added to the mix of sensations. The smooth feel of the latex catsuits gave the proceedings an unreal feel; the touch of ‘five’s hand against the latex against her skin was deeply disturbing and Julia wanted more, much more.

“That’s more than enough. You’re getting far too carried away.” Persephone laughed and a tug on her leash pulled Julia back. As she broke from the kiss she looked up and realised she was quite the centre of attention; Persephone and the woman had been joined by several others who were watching the show. There was even a smattering of applause. ‘five’ blushed and hung her head but for Julia it was just part of the turn on.

“Ladies.” Diana had taken the stage and was addressing the room using a microphone. “As I’m sure you’re aware, Hazel has some merchandise available for us today. She has three on offer. Firstly, for all you mother hens…” There was a smattering of laugher around the room. “Lot 15 is nineteen years old and was acquired in Paris a few days ago.” The maids brought onto the stage a slim young woman who was obviously petrified with fear. Her ankles were hobbled and her wrists were bound behind her back. She was taken to the centre of the stage where she stood shivering. “I’m sure some of you ladies would delight in training such a sweet young thing. Her English is limited but that shouldn’t be too much of an issue. For those who prefer more… spirit.” The maid went back stage and this time returned with a black woman, Julia guessed she’d be in her mid twenties, who was fighting every step of the way. She was similarly bound and, this time, gagged. She was forced to kneel and the leash attached to the collar around her neck was tied off to an anchor point in the floor. “Lot 17 was acquired…” Diana checked her notes. “in Amsterdam only two days ago. Completely untrained and, as you can see, far from compliant, she’d make an excellent addition to the collections of those who like the challenge of breaking wild spirits. Finally…” This time the maid returned with Lot 26 who Julia had seen earlier. “Lot 26 is a classic English rose acquired in Dorset only yesterday. She’s still a little timid but will respond well to treatment. All three are available for inspection prior to the sale which will start at ten-o-clock. Hazel will be available throughout if anyone  has any questions.”

Lot 26 was tied off in the same manner as the black woman but the timid French girl was still free, if hobbled. However she was going nowhere as many of the crowd went to the stage and started to examine them all. Julia realised with horror that this could well have been her fate if Persephone had not stepped in. Whilst she was distracted one of the maids had approached and was standing in front of Persephone.

“Mistress Diana asks if you would be so kind as to come to the office.” She said, giving a little curtsey.

Julia and ‘five’ were told to stand and they followed Persephone as she was led to an office area through a door at the back of the party room. There was a large table and six women were sitting around it.

“Please, take a seat.” Diana said. Persephone sat at the opposite end of the table and Julia and ‘five’ knelt down either side of her.

“This is Marina.” Diana continued. “She represents the South American branch or our organisation.”

“Mistress Persephone.” Marina started, rather formally. “We have a proposition for you. We need someone with your skills, you tact, your… diplomacy. The Countess is becoming a problem. She is losing her sense of perspective and has, more than once, presented a serious security risk. Our European branch” Marina nodded towards Diana “has indicated that you might be just the person to show her the error of her ways, to put her back on track. It’s a delicate matter which will require much discretion. We don’t want to lose her, she has valuable contacts and skills, but we’ve spent far too much time and effort clearing up her messes. You’ve probably seen for yourself what she’s like; she’s all but killed that poor redhead.”

“Do you want me to keep her here in London?” Persephone asked.

“No, I don’t think so. It might be more convenient if you flew out to Brazil and operated out of her villa. We don’t want to stop her work; as I said, we don’t want to lose her skills or contacts, just rein in the excesses. Do you think you can manage that? Can you take some time off from your London commitments?”

“That’s quite a bit to think about.” For the first time Persephone looked unsure of herself.

“Of course, we don’t want to rush you but maybe you could let us know by the end of the evening. We are rather counting on you.” Marina finished. “Now, I’m sure we all want to get back to the party.”

They all stood up and headed for the door. Julia was close enough that when Diana came up to Persephone and whispered she could make out the words. – ‘This is your big chance; do this one right and you’ve made the top table.’ Persephone nodded and Julia could tell it was a done deal.

The group dispersed back into the main room and Persephone hung back a little.  “'four', you are coming with me to Brazil.  Normally I would take 'one' but as we will be leaving at short notice 'one' will be needed here to take care of my affairs.”

Julia nodded.  “Yes, Mistress.” and then noticed that 'five' had an alarmed look on her face.  Persephone started to mingle and Julia saw that they were gradually making their way to the dungeon corner although that wouldn't have been obvious to anyone watching.

“Persephone.”  A heavily accented voice came from behind.  Julia turned at the same time as her Mistress and saw a dark haired woman of middle years in a knee length black latex dress with a high neck and long sleeves.  Her hair was in a bun and she wore glasses and heeled courts.

“Sonja, how are you my dear?”  Persephone smiled one of her warmest smiles.

“I couldn't be better.  Thank you for asking ... and this would be the one that has the room in such a stir?”  Julia could tell that the Sonja's accent was French.

“Oh, yes.  I'm very proud of her.”  Persephone beamed.

“I also hear that she knows one of mine.  Quite well according to Hazel.  Diana is arranging a reunion.  That should be fascinating.  I'm arranging to keep my girl occupied until it's time.  She really has no idea and I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise.  I know I can count on you to help with that little deception.”

Of course I will Sonja.  Although it's a little hard with this one being such a draw.  I will do my best.”

“That's all I ask.  I have my eye on that little French girl in the sale.  It would pleasant to have a native speaker.  Although my girls pick up the language rapidly under my care, ... with a little encouragement of course, they still tend to have appalling accents.  If I do get her then I will put this one's former friend in charge of her.  That will keep her busy as new girls tend to be a handful at first.  Anyway, I don't want to attract attention this way, so I will leave you now.  See you ... both a little later.”  She gave Persephone a peck on both cheeks and walked away.

Persephone smiled.  “It seems you are building some expectations in the room, sweetness.  I know that you will play your part well.”  Julia was left to puzzle that one as they drifted towards the Countess, stopping here and there to chat along the way.  Finally they reached the dungeon corner where the Countess was still at work on her 'toy'.   Her audience had drifted off however, perhaps growing uncomfortable with the brutality of her 'work'.  The poor 'toy's body was a mass of purpling bruises and her bare, upturned behind was red all over with large welts covering it.

Persephone walked up and trailed a couple of fingers over that tortured bottom, which made the 'toy' twitch.  “Still adding to your handiwork, Countess.  Have you decided whether you are taking this one with you when you leave?”  Persephone continued to play with the 'toy' and Julia suspected that it was partly to halt the beatings for a while.  Julia knelt and 'five' quickly followed as Persephone waited for a response.

“No, not yet.”  The Countess replied

Persephone shrugged “If you decide to leave her, I would be quite happy to dispose of her.  If not ... well it's up to you.”

“Thank you, Persephone.”

“Happy to oblige.  Have you planned you trip home yet?”  Persephone's voice was light.  The Countess cracked a half smile.

“Trying to get rid of me?”

“Oh, certainly not, Countess.  Quite the opposite in fact.  I was trying to nail down my own travel plans – that is all.”  Persephone's smile was winning.

“Indeed.  Are you going somewhere?”

“I am and I'm sure you will be delighted, Countess.”  Persephone was almost girlish.  “You have told me so much about your home and your operation that I'm just dying to see it.  I've never been to Brazil and would love to see the country.  I hear that it is beautiful and where you live sounds such an idyllic spot and your lovely house...”  Persephone clapped her hands together in excitement but before the Countess could speak ran on.  “It's going to but just wonderful but I have all these arrangements to make.  I must talk to Hazel.  I need to get papers for 'four' and after I've almost offended her it will be good to put some work her way.”  Persephone began to wave in Hazel's direction.

Distracted the Countess scowled.  “That upstart, lowlife kidnapper.  I wouldn't give business to her.  Besides, why do you need papers?  Can't you just transport as livestock? That's what I do, except for Martha.  It's much cheaper and less trouble that way.”

“Going on a journey, Persephone?”  Diana's voice was close behind them.  Persephone turned and again did her excited little clap.

“Yes Diana.  The Countess has invited me to stay with her at her home in Brazil.  Isn't that just wonderful?  I would love to see the rain forest ... and piranhas ... and Amazon tribes people.  It will be such an adventure.”

“That does sound like a lovely trip.  When are you leaving Countess?” Diana smiled.

The Countess hesitated.  “The plans aren't finalized as yet but it will be in a few days – a week at most, but don't expect to see the rain forest or those other things.  I don't live that close to them and Brazil is huge.”

“I hope it all goes well and Persephone has an enjoyable time.”  Diana lowered her voice.  “A word of advice about Hazel, Countess.  I heard your opinion of her.  She may have come from very humble roots and has associations with a large number of criminal elements, but she has come a long way in a relatively short time and is a rising star.  I would keep your thoughts about her to yourself, if I were you.”

Persephone had managed to attract Hazel's attention and she joined the group.  “What can I do for you, Persephone.  I haven't got long as the auction is about to start.”

“Hazel, I need your help.  I'm planning a trip to Brazil.  The Countess has kindly invited me to stay and I need papers for this one.”  Persephone pointed to Julia.  “I may as well have a full set – birth certificate, National Insurance number, passport etc, although it's the passport that is the most important for my travels of course.”

Hazel looked at Julia.  “Hmmmmm, yes, I can manage that when did you want it for?”

“As soon as ...”

Hazel's eyes sparkled.  “That will be costly.”

Persephone shrugged.  “Whatever you feel is fair.”

“If you can get pictures to me by early tomorrow.”  Hazel considered.  “Four, not better make it five days.  Is that acceptable?”

Persephone looked at the Countess.  “Does that suit you?”

“Yes, I've some business still to complete and it will take at least that long.”

“Good then that's all settled.”  Persephone smiled warmly and shook Hazel's hand.  “A deal then.  I will get the pics to you in the morning.  I won't keep you now as I know you are busy.”  Hazel nodded and hurried away.

“Money grubbing little whore.  She will fleece you, Persephone.” The Countess grumbled.

“That's as maybe but her love of money makes her easy to keep sweet.”  Diana looked at the Countess.  “I wouldn't reminder Hazel that she was a whore.  She is rather touchy on the subject.  Now, I am also needed for the auction so I had better show my face.”

“I'll come with you.” Persephone tugged the leashes and Julia and 'five' stood and followed Diana and their Mistress.  Once they were out of the Countess's earshot Diana murmured.

“Nicely done.  She couldn't really say no with me standing there.”

“Thanks for joining us.  I was going to use Hazel as my witness but your presence was much better.  We have made a good start.  So I will let you get to the auction.  I may not be buying today but I'll watch as they are often entertaining.”

“Ladies!” Hazel had taken the microphone and was walking to the centre of the stage. Diana gave Persephone a ‘gotta go’ and marched off towards her.

“Where shall we start?” Hazel continued. “Lot 15. What a cutie. It’s been a while since we were able to offer anything like this. She’s French and has the most delightful accent; she’d be the perfect addition to any collection. For those who desire shipping we can, of course provide full paperwork in whatever name and nationality you desire. Now, come along ladies, who’ll start the bidding.”

There were four bidders to start with but, as the price rose, two dropped out leaving Sonja and an elderly, matronly lady. The price went up and up, with Hazel egging on the bidding until, finally, Sonja was successful. A leash was attached to Lot 15’s collar and she was led across the room to where Sonja sitting. She seemed to barely comprehend what was going on and tears streamed down her face. Sonja guided her down onto her knees and gently stroked her hair, calming her a little.

“Well then, now we have Lot 17. Would you remove the gag please?” One of the maids went over to Lot 17 and undid the buckles holding the gag in place. As soon as it was clear Lot 17 spat it out and screamed a torrent of abuse in a language Julia didn’t understand but guessed to be Dutch.

“This little firebrand was acquired in Amsterdam a few days ago.” Hazel continued. “She’s twenty five, a university graduate who speaks perfect English when she’s a mind to and, before she was brought to me, had quite a reputation around the clubs and bars of the city. As you can see, and hear, she’s less than fully cooperative but I know that’s just the challenge some of you ladies like. How much sweeter when they’re finally tamed, eh?”

This time the bidding was quite brisk, and from several bidders. It would seem that there were several there who did enjoy the ‘challenge’, as Hazel had put it. Julia wondered what it must be like to be owned by someone who enjoyed breaking spirits; how much pain and suffering was Lot 17 going to go through and where would she end up? Julia gave a shudder.

“What’s up sweetness?” Persephone had noticed Julia’s discomfort.

“She’ll suffer, won’t she?” Julia said quietly. “I could have been her; I could have been like that.”

“But you’re not, are you, sweetness. You’re my sweetness and I’ll look after you.”

The bidding had finally finished but, instead of being led to her new owner, Lot 17 was taken away back stage. Julia guessed that she would be too much to handle, loose amongst the party. The successful bidder went up to Hazel who directed her to the side of the stage; evidently she wanted to play with her new purchase.

“Last, and by no means least…” Hazel was back on the microphone. “Lot 26. A little more mature than the others at thirty-two she has all the sweetness you’d expect from an English rose from the West Country. Shy and demure but with all the hidden sensitivities you ladies love to bring out. She was the local librarian before we found her and I guess we’ve saved her from a lonely spinsterhood.” There was a ripple of laughter around the room. “Now then, who’ll start me off.”

Julia looked at the woman, still kneeling on the stage. The chain that attached her collar was so short that she couldn’t do more than kneel and her eyes, full of fear and uncertainty, flitted around the room. Julia felt that this made her, if anything, more appealing. Even more than the French waif this was a lost soul waiting to be claimed. Julia hoped that she would attract the right sort of owner, one who would care for her.

The bidding was still going on when one of the maids approached.

“Begging your pardon, Mistress Persephone, but Mistress Diana says that Mistress Angie would like to start arranging the exhibit.” She said nervously. “May I take her back with me.”

“No, I don’t think so. I think we’ll all go.” Persephone said firmly. “Come along now.”

Again the tug of the leash told Julia and ‘five’ to get to their feet and the three of them followed the maid to a room off beside the stage. In one corner, Lot 17 was bound ready for transport; apparently her owner had returned to the party. In another corner stood Angie, Sonja and Alison Robertson; Alison was not only bound but blindfolded as well. Sonja, seeing them approach, put her finger to her lips. They were still going for the element of surprise. Angie too was less than her usual vociferous self, and was directing her assistants with dumb show rather than words.

“You knew this woman?” Persephone queried in a whisper.

“Yes, Mistress, in my previous life.” Julia kept her voice down so as not to be heard.

“And did you ever… sleep with her?” Persephone continued.

“No, Mistress! I wasn’t like that! We were just friends.” Julia was quite shocked at the thought.

“Well, you’re like that now, aren’t you, sweetness. I’m going to enjoy this. Now, let’s see what Angie has in store for you.”

They stopped talking and crossed the room over to where Angie was working away.

Angie looked up as they approached and looked Julia over critically before nodding.  “You do well, Peresphone.  I never need to do much to your exhibits.  Just a few touches I think.  Take off those shoes.”  Julia kicked off the plastic sandals.  “Good, now ...”  Angie hurried off to consult with one her her helpers but was soon back.  “I've limited equipment here but luckily Diana has a range of mobile display devices that will suit my purpose.”  Two of the helpers were returning one held something leather and the other was pushing something that Julia recognized.  It was a mobile version of the 'bar stool' or close enough.  A wheeled platform had a vertical pole fastened to it with a shiny, metal phallus mounted on top.  There was a short chrome bar attached just below the steel cock which Julia could tell would support the buttocks and a three foot spreader bar attached a few inches above the base complete with ankle cuffs.  Julia sighed as the maid began to spread lubricant onto the dildo.

The other maid lifted the leather item and Julia saw that it was a long leather glove much like the one that lot 26 had been wearing.  She obediently put her arms close together behind her back and Persephone smiled although didn't say anything..  The helper slipped on the glove and laced it up tight, forcing back Julia's shoulders and making her stand straighter.  Julia glanced over to Alison and saw that she was being strapped down to another device on wheels.

It wasn't long before Julia was being mounted on the trolley.  She was led up onto the platform and a couple of the maids lowered the pole before pulling at the latex around her bottom so that they could slowly insert the lubed dildo into her arsehole.  They guided her ankles into the cuffs on the spreader bar before adjusting the height of the vertical pole so that Julia was impaled and her buttocks rested on the shorter bar while her legs were not under too much stress.

“You look lovely sweetness.  I will go front of house and watch the performance.”  Persephone kissed Julia on the cheek before leading 'five' back into the main room.  Angie whispered something to one of the maids who hurried off and shortly four of the waitress staff were lead backstage.  Two were tall dark haired and leggy and two were petite with blonde bobs.  Angie gathered them round and spoke to them for a number of minutes.

“It's almost time girls.  Wait for me to do the introduction.  I hope you all know what to do now?”

“Yes, Mistress”  All the women backstage nodded.

“Good.  I will get out front.  It shouldn't be long now.  I think that this might be a masterpiece!”  Angie pushed beyond the curtain and everyone waited.  Julia turned to look at Alison but couldn't tell more than that she was strapped down horizontally to a moveable platform.  One of the maids was listen at the curtain and at her signal the two leggy barmaids undid some catches near the base of the platform releasing the trolley wheels and rolled Julia close to the curtains.  Julia could now hear Angie voice introducing the performance.

“... and now ladies let me introduce tonight's exhibits”  Angie paused and the dark-haired women wheeled Julia onto the stage so that she was facing away from the audience.  “This is 'four' kindly on loan from Mistress Persephone.” Julia was rotated around and she saw Persephone receive the polite applause of the woman in the room.  “A fine exhibit as I'm sure you will all agree.  Many of you will know that this particular exhibit has caused a bit of a stir at the gallery recently...” The barmaids continued to rotate Julia showing her off to the watching women.  “and I have the pleasure of announcing that those who have yet to see works created using this particular piece will have plenty of opportunities as Mistress Persephone and I have agreed terms for the display of this exhibit at various times over the next year.”  As the trolley was locked in place with Julia facing the crowd there was further applause at Angie's announcement.

From her raised position over the crowd Julia looked out over the sea of faces.  Being fully on display with her face uncovered for all to see sent shivers of excitement through her belly and loins and Angie's words about being on show for the next year were making her even wetter.

Angie was speaking again.  “Our second exhibit is one being displayed for the first time.  Thank you to Mistress Sonja for the lone of 'cerise sucrée'.”  The second trolley was rolled onto the stage by the blonde barmaids.  Alison was lying on a gurney.  Leather straps across her torso, arms and legs bound her to it.  She still wore the blindfold.  The trolley was stopped in front of Julia and the maids locked the wheels.  One girl began pumping a lever and the gurney began to raise.  Julia saw that it was supported by a single pillar in the middle and could be raised pneumatically.  Once the gurney had reached waist height Alison was spun round on the pillar so that her feet faced the audience and at the pull of a second lever the gurney was tipped forward to about 45 degrees so that the crowd could get a better view of the bound girl.

“Ladies.” Angie's voice rang out over the PA.  “Here is the first act of three.  Its title is 'Worship'.”  The maids tilted Alison back to the horizontal and then adjusted a rest behind her head so that it tilted back even further.  They released the brake and slowly rolled the trolley back guiding Alison's head between Julia's spread legs.  A few minor adjustments and Alison's face was pressed firmly into Julia's dripping pussy.  Something was placed on Julia's head and she realized that it was a head microphone.  The two blonde maids knelt one each side of the gurney and faced Julia and the dark-haired girls stood one each side of her, standing feet apart and hands behind their backs. They turned to face towards her.

Julia felt Alison's tongue probing into her and she felt it quickly and expertly explore her labia, clit and entrance.  Her piercings were gently pulled and then she gave a surprised squeak as her clit was sucked on.  The sound echoed round the room and she heard the audience sigh.  Then Alison's tongue started to get to work in earnest and Julia quickly learned that her friend had been taught a lot in six months.  The tongue flicked rapidly over her clit and a deep throbbing tension built in her lower body.  Her breathing grew ragged and every breath was amplified to all parts of the room.  It was the only sound  - the audience looked on with rapt attention.  She began to moan and strain at her bonds, her legs quivering and her bound arms taught.  The movement of her legs forced the metal dildo deeper inside her which just added to the deepening pleasure.

A scream ripped from her throat to be magnified a hundred times.  Sweat was running over her body making the transparent latex stick more firmly to her curves.  Panting hard she looked over the crowd and knew that the coming orgasm was for them.  Sex at its rawest and purest.  She was fucking them all and that thought along with the skillful licking of her friend sent her over the edge.  Wave after wave of fire washed over her.  She screamed an animal cry of pure lust and her body shook with only the pole in her arse holding her upright.  A wave of applause washed over her and that wave pushed her into orgasm a second time.  She came for her audience and she knew it and felt that they knew it as well.  She slumped forward and started to get herself under control.

Alison's tongue no longer licked her over sensitive nub but was now probing inside her.  It circled her entrance a few times before dipping deeper into her, licking at her inner walls.  The strokes were slow but still stimulating and Julia felt the warmth in her loins building again.  She barely heard as Angie returned to the microphone.

“That concludes part one.  The second act is entitled 'Favour'”

The blonde girls were again at work pulling levers on the gurney.  With a sharp tug the bottom half of the gurney split down the middle hinging out from the centre and parting Alison's legs wide.  Each leg had been separately strapped.  The legs of the gurney were tightened leaving Alison spread in a Y position, her shaved pussy displayed to the crowd.  This didn't seem to phase her as she kept her tongue slowly licking inside Julia.

But as the tension was again mounting within Julia the tongue was pulled away as the gurney was slid towards the front of the stage.  Julia saw a smile on Alison's face which was soaked with her juices.  The head microphone was pulled off the heavily breathing Julia and she also felt the maids do something near her hands.  The gurney was rotated on its pillar so that Alison's head was towards the crowd and then the blondes began tilt it so that her head went down and her spread legs rose.  The maids locked it off at about 45 degrees and them slowly rolled the trolley back towards Julia.  At the same time Julia felt a pull on her arms, pulling them upwards and forcing her to bend forwards her head moving into Alison's crotch.  From the slight swing of her arms from side to side Julia reckoned that her hands were attached to a cable running to the ceiling.  Alison was rolled closer and Julia's head was forced down until her face was planted into the moistness of Alison's pussy.

Julia began to lick.  Tentatively at first, letting her tongue play round the outside of Alison's labia.  She tasted sweet and was very wet.  Julia probed deeper dipping inside her friend and she held a little gasp.  From the loudness of the gasp Julia knew that the microphone had been put on Alison's head.  She got to work more confidently, licking Alison's lips and then playing her tongue over the engorged clit.  She circled it, tonguing faster.

“Ahh ... Qui.”

The amplified voice filled the room.  Julia sucked and took the firm little nub between her lips teasing it with the tip of her tongue.  Alison's gasps became louder and Julia set to work in earnest.  She licked back of forth rapidly and found that the thin gold chain that dangled from her mouth could be rubbed against Alison's most sensitive parts, producing new sensations.  As Julia felt Alison straining at the leather straps, pushing her groin into Julia's face, she began to understand one of the reasons why her tongue had been pierced.  As she licked the rough links over Alison's tender clit her friend cried out.

“Qui ... Qui ... C'est bien! ... Ahhhh.”

Julia rubbed harder and faster, licking and sucking on Alison's clit and plunging her full tongue deep inside her.  She could feel Alison's thigh muscles twitching and clenching, pressing against her checks.

“Qui ... Mon dieu! ... Qui ... Qui! ... Oh God, YES!”

Julia felt Alison go over the edge her pelvis thrusting and grinding into Julia's face.  Her body jerking against the leather straps.  The crowd went wild, clapping and wolf whistling.

As she felt Alison relax, Julia returned the favour of a gentle licking to bring her down.  She ran her tongue just inside Alison's entrance, sometimes probing deeper, rubbing her piercing against her walls.  Suddenly the tension on her arms was relaxed and she could lower them.  She straightened and saw the blondes roll the gurney away from her and tilt it back to the horizontal.  One of the maids removed the microphone from Alison's head, just a Angie started speaking again.

“Now for the third and final act – 'Benediction'!”

The artist's voice was almost a cry.  A blonde maid pulled the blindfold off Alison who looked around and then up at Julia.  A puzzled frown crossed her brow and then recognition showed on her face.  Julia saw her friend's mouth open in astonishment and start to say her name.  The watchful maid clamped a hand over it and spoke rapidly to Alison, who looked at the blonde and then nodded her head.  The maid removed her hand and Alison's eyes returned to Julia.

The maids were at work again.  Levers were pulled and Alison's legs were closed again, although not quite fully and then the gurney was tilted and fixed at an angle with her legs pointing down.  Julia felt her arms being pulled upwards again and she was bent forward, just as Alison's gurney was rolled towards her.  Alison herself still seemed in shock as her legs passed beneath Julia's and each side of the vertical pole.  Julia found herself pressed against her friend's torso, body to body and breasts to breasts, with only the thin layer of her catsuit between them.  She felt Alison's hot breath on her neck and turned her head to look deeply into her eyes.

“These two exhibits were once friends in their former lives.  This is their first meeting in over six months ...”

Julia hardly heard Angie's voice as she looked at her friend.  Slowly and carefully she bent and touched her lips to Alison's.  She tasted her own juices.  The kiss was light as first and then her friend responded and it became longer and deeper, filled with caring and a welcome.  The applause of the crowd rose around them.