Witnessing the Complete Degradation of Cassandra and Sierra

Witnessing the Complete Degradation of Cassandra and Sierra

By The Qmoq (c) 2010

Story codes: M/f+, F/f+, M+/f+, anything else with /f and /f+! exhibitionism, humiliation, S/M, bondage, serious, consensual, watersports.

Synopsis: Two buxom women consent to be degraded, teased, fondled and screwed by a mixed audience of perverts over a long evening.

The arena most reminded me of one of those Victorian teaching hospitals, where there’s a corpse in the middle of an oval arena with a couple of tiered rows circling (or should it be ovalling?) upwards and around. In those days, all the spectators would have been men. Given the event I expected, I was quite surprised that I was one of about fifteen women in the eighty-strong audience. I was the only woman in the front row, however.

To be fair, all the guys were smartly dressed in suits and occasional tuxes, and the women had on decent frocks which would not look out of place in a ballroom; they outshone my own outfit of a tight blouse and spotted skirt. I wiped my glasses on my blouse in anticipation.

My best friend Luke stood in the centre, holding the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, the two naked women you are about to meet are willing participants. Enjoy the show, but please note that the lovely women in the audience are not part of the show; you’ll be able to tell them apart because they’re allowed to wear clothes tonight. It is only Sierra and Cassandra who have no rights here.”

I appreciated this. I wanted to watch the show and enjoy the poor girls’ suffering without worrying about some sweaty guy coming up behind me and giving me a quick grope of my breasts. Luke crouched next to me, and off-mike said “Marie, let me know if you feel uncomfortable, but I’ll ask you to hurt the girls if you want.”

“Thanks, but I think I’ll mostly watch,” I replied. “If you want me to twist a nipple or two and can’t find anyone else, I might be able to help out, though. Just don’t ask me to sit on someone’s face or make them come with a vibrator or something.”

Such bold talk would make many men balk. Luke was used to me. “Don’t speak too soon. Sierra has a very sittable face, Marie.”

“What’s with the jars?” I asked.

“The jars? Oh, the jars.” He held up one – a small jar, about the size of a half-pot of peanut butter, was placed before each chair. “That’s in case any of the men in the audience feel they want to make a contribution without leaving the auditorium. They’ll be discreet though.”

I was not too concerned by this – there were eighty of us in the audience but we had a little room to breathe – I would have had to stretch my arms out to my side to touch the shoulders of the guys sitting next to me. Instead, I gave him a curious smile. “What am I supposed to do?” I asked. “Where’s my jar?”

“Ha. Most amusing. Oo wait, I think they’re ready to go. Excuse me.”

He stood up again, his sharp tuxedo giving him a firm sense of respectability. “Ladies and gentlemen, they are ready to enter. Sierra is the brunette, Cassandra is the redhead. If you please...”

The lights dimmed. Two spotlights lit the entrances at either ends of the auditorium.

The two girls entered. I gasped. I expected them to be naked; I did not expect them to be so beautiful, happy, or well-endowed. They were only about 5’3” or so, Sierra was probably a little taller but not by much. However, they must have weighed a good 140lb or so, which gave them huge, natural breasts and firm but ample asses. Each had a broad, genuine grin on their face; I imagined a flush to the redhead Cassandra’s cheeks which indicated that she was thoroughly aroused. Sierra may have been equally stimulated, but merely looked excited.

I was so pleased; when Luke invited me to two girls’ submission – and I keep calling them girls even though their heavy breasts and fine, curving arses confirmed that they are nearer to twenty-five than eighteen – I thought “submission – must be dreary and formal”. I expected two unsmiling, unresponsive, but obedient wenches.

Instead, I saw Sierra wandering clockwise around the back row, stopping at each person to receive a grope and say hello; she spread her legs for each person, and many simply gave her pussy a gentle fingering. Her responsive smile and wiggle gave me a churning sensation in my stomach. Cassandra seemed to be having less luck whilst going anti-clockwise; the very first man she met bent her over and gave her five hard slaps on each cheek. The second grabbed her left nipple and twisted it out and up, raising her to her tiptoes. She cried out, but he held on for a second or two more, apparently only letting her go so that she could continue her tour. Despite the pain, I saw Cassandra wink and nod at him as she moved on. She wanted him to know that he had done well, and if she had the chance, he would be welcome to torture her all night. I could see the toothy gleam on his smile. He was impressed.

As they reached the second row, I noticed that they lingered more on the women in the audience, as though it was more degrading to be fingered or slapped by a woman in this situation.

Luke was providing a commentary from the centre as the girls continued their slow journey to the front. It seemed to be more intended for Cassandra and Sierra, to tease and excite them. "These women are special and typical," he declared. "They are special because they are beautiful, but they are typical because they cry when beaten. They are special because they volunteered to come here tonight and be our entertainment, but they are typical because when we bring them to the point of orgasm and then deny it, they wail in frustration. In their typical, they are no different from the woman on TV reading the news, or the office colleague. Every woman reacts this way. Project. Take that fantasy woman of yours, who may be your wife or girlfriend if you are lucky, and imagine them here. What would you do to them?"

"Fuck them! Whip them! Slap them!" the audience cried out, and Cassandra jiggled happily at each suggestion, having finally made it to the front row. Sierra was occupied, impaled as she was on two fingers of a stern-looking man a couple of places to my right.

"Cassandra, how did you like the walk down here?"

"I loved it. I only wish you guys had been a bit rougher. I'm a grown woman, not a piece of Lalique. Slap my rear so it burns next time; don't give it a tap!"

The other busty gal had stepped to Luke’s other side. "Sierra, how about you? Were you nervous?"

"A little. But you all look nice and clean, and frankly I loved the pinching and the fingers more than the slapping."

"Good.” Luke twirled them around so they stood next to each other, facing him. “Okay Sierra, have you met Cassandra before?"

"Sure I have. She's my younger sister," she said, wrapping an arm around her. There was a gasp from the crowd. "Only joking," she added, buzzing with nervous energy. "That would be weird. No, I met her earlier today; I wouldn't have come here if she'd been some dried out tattooed skank, but as she's clean, a cutie pie and a big-titted wench to boot, I'm happy to be here and to do things with her."

Luke almost missed the clue which Sierra had unwittingly given him. "Clean. That's the second time you've said the word 'clean'. Do you like things to be clean, Sierra?"

"Yes, of course. Means a lot to me, cleanliness does. I'm not OCD, but I do wash my face with three different soaps before leaving the house. Four tonight, since I knew I was, y'know, going to be on show."

Luke reached to Cassandra and grabbed her by the hair, then did the same to Sierra. Both women let their arms go limp, waiting to be dragged into whatever position Luke wanted. Luke rotated through two full circles, just to give everyone a good look at the bouncing breasts as they stutter-stepped. Their heads were twisted to face the ceiling; Luke's grip was strong. Still holding tight, he kept Cassandra standing but moved Sierra's head downwards so that she was on her knees, facing Cassandra's crotch.

"Cassandra, piss on Sierra's face."

"I… no…" Cassandra gurgled. Her voice had a little less composure than when she said she wasn’t Lalique. “Can’t she pee on me instead?”

"I've seen you drinking water for the past two hours while you psyched yourself up for tonight. You must need to go. Go. I will not ask you again."

The command in his voice convinced Cassandra to obey. "Yes, Luke. I'll try."

"That's all I ask. For every five seconds you wait, I'll slap you in the face and will give Sierra two slaps in the face afterwards."

He kept hold of the standing woman’s hair, knowing that crouching Sierra would not move from her position. He slapped Cassandra hard across the face with an open left palm. She winced, but could not and would not try to escape. I could see her will herself to let go. She moved her hands to her stomach and pressed inwards. A second slap, slightly less hard but a backhand, surprised Cassandra and she emitted a high-pitched yelp. A third, harder slap produced a faint redness to her right cheek. Cassandra knew that Sierra would get six slaps because of her. I may have read her wrong, but from the expression in her face, I think she imagined herself getting the extra slaps, imagined herself being the one peed on, and found the mental image gave her the release she needed. First a trickle, but quickly a flood, she let go directly into Sierra's face. The piss covered Sierra’s face, splashed into her hair and onto her tits, down onto her thighs and on to the floor.

Sierra looked deliciously wretched when she was dragged to her feet, and I winced as Luke began to slap her face. I somewhat enjoy face-slapping as a spectacle, but only when I know it's not coming. Here, I knew that Sierra would be slapped six times. Fortunately, Sierra loved it. She gave a fierce, defiant grin after each slap, maintaining a pose and looking straight ahead. Luke was experienced enough not to try to slap harder to get a reaction; he knew he was slapping her hard enough. After the sixth clout, Luke glanced over at me, and must have assumed that I had turned away so as not to get any spray on me. He then looked down at Sierra's feet, and saw that she stood in a small puddle on the stone floor. He ordered her to clean it up with her body.

Her nose wrinkled, but she obeyed without question. She returned to her knees, bent forwards, and began to lick.

“Use your hair as well, you dirty little whore,” said Luke. “I want you covered in Cassandra’s scent.”

I could only see Sierra side-on, but I knew she enjoyed Luke’s comment. Knowing that the pee came from Cassandra – who she had just met but clearly liked – made the task less unpleasant. Knowing that dozens of strangers would be watching her would make the experience arousing.

For variety and spectacle, while waiting for Sierra to lap up the pee, Cassandra was told to masturbate, standing up, legs apart, turning every thirty seconds to face a different part of the audience. She seemed to enjoy this, and parted her labia with exhibitionist glee. She saw a man directly opposite me in the front row on the other side; he was pleasuring himself. He was trying to be discreet, but his engorged cock must have been too big to keep in his pants, which explains my lack of penis envy.

Cassandra inched a little towards him, turned quickly to Luke, who looked to the audience. Their cheers made it clear what they wanted to happen, and within a moment Cassandra was hungrily licking and sucking him whilst still frigging herself. Her satisfied moans as she devoured him were very erotic; watching her pert wet cunt which faced me made my own pussy dampen a fair bit.

The man came very quickly; she gobbled it all, licked him clean, before standing up with a huge and dirty grin. There was a warm round of applause for her efforts, and maybe a little thank you to Luke for being able to stray from his plans. Cassandra turned through ninety degrees, and continued to masturbate; fingers a blur, with sweat and cuntjuice glistening off them.

Sierra, by way of contrast, still showed her ass to the world as she licked at the drops of piss on the floor. What must she be feeling? How wretched for her; how degrading! This evening was turning out to be much more arousing than I expected, and I could hold off no longer. I slipped a hand underneath my waistband and into my panties. This was why I’d worn a skirt – not so I could fondle myself without hitching up a hem, but because I could wear my favourite latex panties underneath. As I prised latex from skin, I found that I was extremely sticky and dangerously sensitive. I looked at Cassandra. She looked glorious in profile; shoulders forward, slightly bent forwards, breasts hanging heavily. I chose to match the rhythm of her fingers. I’d rather I was doing this privately, but if a few people looked at me, it would be worth it; I had to get a release.

And then she had turned to face me. Her eyes widened as she made eye contact, and she nodded towards my crotch. The meaning was clear; she wanted to lick me, right here in front of everyone. She wanted to make me come, just like she’d made that guy come earlier. I gently shook my head. She nodded again, eyes lowered, as if to say that she understood… but then winked to add that if ever I wanted my clit sucked and my pussy eaten, I should give her a call.

One more rotation from Cassandra, in which she finished off another exuberant chap to my right, and it looked as though Sierra had nearly finished her clean-up operations. Luke caught Cassandra's attention, and motioned for her to crouch behind Sierra. He placed an instructional finger close to the crack of Sierra's behind. Cassandra did not need to be asked twice. She jammed her tongue into Sierra’s asshole.

I thought of what Cassandra must be thinking at that moment - there Sierra was, cleaning up piss, yet Cassandra was servicing her. She must have felt like the lowest of the low, she was in an incredibly submissive pose, aroused and exposed. Quietly as I could, I climaxed at the facade; my orgasm was silent, and I think I got away with it. I continued to enjoy the spectacle. Cassandra shifted position to spread her legs wider; one hand was supporting her weight; the other still furiously rubbed her clit.

"Please can I come?" she asked, coming up for air from Sierra's plump rear.

"Of course not, Cassandra,” said Luke. “Stop touching yourself, and spread your buttcheeks for everyone to see. Sierra, you can stop licking the floor now, but you can spread your cheeks wide too, so Cassandra can really wedge her tongue in there."

"Oh god, yes…" Cassandra gurgled, planting her face between Sierra’s cheeks. Sierra tried hard to balance on her knees, licking the piss off her own lips whilst being lapped by Cassandra.

I hardly noticed that on the other side of the hall, a toughened-glass-topped table had been brought in. It wasn’t huge; about five feet long, but incredibly sturdy. The whole ass-licking interlude was a diversion to keep the audience occupied while they got ready for the next part of the evening. It was a heck of a diversion.

"Good,” Luke said. “I think we are ready to continue. Both of you stand. Hands on head."

When they stood, there were a few relieved sighs from the audience, and I guessed that some others had orgasmed in lieu of Cassandra. Luke heard this, and asked the audience if they'd ever heard women described as come-guzzling sluts. A few affirmative grunts indicated that they had. He then asked if anyone was prepared to pass their come forwards. Two jars were presented. Luke casually emptied them on the table.

All it took was one casual nod from him, and Sierra and Cassandra each clambered onto the table and eagerly lapped up the semen. Sierra wiped some stray liquid from Cassandra’s chin with her fingers and licked them clean. There were admiring noises from the audience.

“Ladies and gentlemen, that is what a pair of dirty, slutty, come-guzzling sluts look like.”

Luke then asked the women to position themselves on the table, in a sixty-nine position. He left the exact position open, but Cassandra chose to take the bottom, with Sierra on top. Despite the weight, the firm table did not shake as they shuffled about. He explained to the audience that it was time for “a good old-fashioned cunt-licking”, and this got a huge cheer from everyone, including me. He added that while the cunnilingus was taking place, he and his assistants would be buckling stiff leather cuffs onto the girls' ankles and wrists. Their moments of freedom of movement were soon to be over, he added.

We had seen their desire to please the audience, but it was only when they were entwined, Sierra on top, both with arms and legs spread wide, that you could see the hungry desire to be taste each other, and to be tasted themselves. They ate each other's pussies as though their lives depended on it, even though both would surely guess that they would not be allowed to come. Perhaps it was the cuffing that excited them further, knowing that soon they would be chained in all sorts of odd and painful ways.

I called over Luke to where I sat, and whispered something into his ear. He smiled, and nodded. "Girls, we've had a thought that this could be a little contest. Sierra, if you are able to make Cassandra beg to come, then you will be whipped. If Cassandra gets you to beg for an orgasm first, then Cassandra will be whipped. Let's say thirty strokes of a strap, shall we? Good. Continue."

It might have seemed odd to some of those watching; if Cassandra (say) stopped right now and asked to come, then Sierra would be whipped. Where was the incentive for Cassandra to lick? But you could quickly work out that these girls wanted to be whipped. They wanted to please; they enjoyed the licking they were receiving, but most of all they wanted to obey and experience as much passion as they could.

There was the sound of delicious slurping; although trying to stay out of the way, Luke leaned a microphone in to pick up the sounds more clearly, and the crowd gasped, trying to get a better view. This only made Cassandra try even harder, rubbing her nose into Sierra's dripping snatch.

Sierra was the one to give in. Her head snapped back. "Oh my god I need to come I need to come!"

"Stop your cunt-licking!" barked Luke. "No coming."

"Oh god," whimpered Sierra.

Luke told Sierra to stay on the table, but had her lay on her back with her legs wide apart, holding them up, back and out with her arms wrapped under her knees. He pulled Cassandra off the table by dragging her by the hair, and pushed her face an inch from Sierra’s cunt. He told her and us that he wanted her to look at what caused her to get a sore rear.

I wondered what Sierra thought, when Cassandra was so close to her pussy. She must have been able to feel Cassandra’s breath, and what with being so close to orgasm, it must have been torture for the poor girl.

THWACK! THWACK!

But then again, Sierra wasn’t the one being walloped on the behind. Luke and a burly assistant each held an inch-wide strap, and were bringing it down with full force on Cassandra’s rear. My view was from behind Sierra’s head, so I could see Sierra jiggle at the sound, and saw Cassandra jerk at each stroke. My hand dipped into my panties again... I loved to see a woman being strapped; I knew it would hurt like hell, but it was hard to do permanent damage with a strap.

At the end of the thirty strokes, Luke told Sierra that they would continue to strap poor Cassandra until she pissed in her face. Sierra then did something quite remarkable; she looked around at the audience, and asked quietly if she should wait before peeing and let Cassandra take some more strokes.

She did. The evil submissive wench must have let Cassandra take another fifty strokes on her rear. Cassandra dropped from composed to desperate in the space of a few minutes. I saw her hair shake over her face, and it must have brushed against Sierra’s sensitive cunt, because I saw Sierra jump and squeal a few times. Eventually, when Cassandra reached the point where she was crying out at every stoke, when her rear must have felt like it was burning, Sierra exploded, releasing a flood of piss into Cassandra’s face, up her nose and in her open, waiting mouth.

Luke did not give them a moment to compose themselves; he dragged Sierra off the table and pulled Cassandra to the centre of the theatre. The pee was still dripping off Cassandra. Luke said that they would clean it up later, which prompted Sierra to pout a little; after all, she had had to lick up Cassandra’s release.

“We’re going to have a contest,” Luke said, to some cheers. “And some of you will get to fuck these girls before we even start the contest,” he added, to greater cheers.

More props were brought out; a 30-inch spreader bar was attached to the girls’ ankles, and then something I’d never seen before: elbow cuffs. These had D-rings on them too, which meant that the assistants were able to fasten the gals’ wrists to their elbows, behind their back. It meant that more of their backs were free.

They were bent over the table, facing each other, and a double-ended dildo was placed in their mouths. Surprisingly, it was not affixed to either gal, but then I realised that this would make it tougher to keep from falling on the table. They had to lean at about a forty-five degree angle, and their breasts hung over the table. I moved along a few seats so I could see both of them in profile.

Luke placed a basket of clothespegs on the table. “Okay! Now we’re going to give them some pegs. I want twenty-five on each tit; they're big enough and soft enough for twice that. Don't look so surprised, my dears; you know you've got great titties – how big are they?”

“Mmnorty-DD,” said Sierra.

“Mmhirdy-eight FF,” replied Cassandra.

“Exactly,” continued Luke, “so of course we're going to abuse them. It’ll take a while to get all these pegs on them, so if any of you guys want to come up fuck these gals, please do so. If you do come up and screw them, do wear a condom and try not to grab their tits, even though I'm sure it's tempting.”

There was no stampede, which surprised me; I reflected that some of the men would have come already; others may have been monogamous, and others still may simply have been shy. However, about ten men shuffled forwards. The first two were smiling from ear to ear as they took their places behind the women.

Sierra’s eyes closed briefly as her man entered her from behind. She hardly seemed to notice Luke putting pegs on her left breast. Cassandra was more vocal; her partner was more enthusiastic and it took some effort to keep the dildo in her mouth.

Sierra later told me that she had a special trick, which she was able to use even under such circumstances; she was able to clench hard on her cunt, which usually made the man come much quicker. She used it a few times, and was getting through five men to Cassandra's two before all the pegs were attached. She was even able to fuck Cassandra’s mouth with the dildo, with the amount of control she had.

When the pegs were all in place, the dildo was removed and the transition to the next phase was swift. The men returned to their seats, the table was rolled away, and the women were given a one-word instruction.

“Bounce.”

It was a stunning sight, to watch these perspiring, beautiful, healthily buxom young women bounce up and down, naked before a fully clothed and drooling audience.

“First one to get rid of all the pegs wins.”

Lord knows what they were thinking; they looked happy and aroused, but how much of the arousal was from the humiliation, and how much from the fucking they'd just received? Although Sierra seemed less than happy with being dirty, she did seem to enjoy pain more than Cassandra.

Yet because she was slightly larger in the chest, Cassandra seemed to have more luck in getting rid of the pegs. She winced every time her heavy teats fell, but got at least one peg to snap off with each jump. She switched to shaking when the jumping was too painful, and had some productive and very entertaining jiggling, but went back to the increasingly violent jumps. Sierra almost seemed to have given up near the end, trying odd things like a rotational technique which only removed one happy peg.

The last peg dropped from Cassandra, and although she was congratulated with a warm round of applause, Luke did not seem pleased.

“Sierra, come here.”

Sierra stepped over to him, as quickly as she could, given the spreader bar.

“You’re going to be punished. You're not getting punished because you didn't win. You're getting punished because I don't think you tried as hard as you could have. I want you to be honest; did you give up near the end?"

"Yes, Luke," said Sierra, looking down.

Luke instructed Cassandra to do a tour of the audience, to get herself teased and slapped, while Sierra's punishment was set up.

A heavy set of stocks was brought in, and Sierra's neck was barely long enough to fit inside its thick hole. Her wrists, unfastened from behind her back, were a little looser through their holes, but with the cuffs on, she would be unable to slip them out. By lengthening the spreader bar, her legs were fastened painfully wide, in such a way that she had to keep them straight at the knee. The strain on her knees and thighs must have been extraordinary. Her tanned skin looked as though it was tautly stretched across her most exposed areas.

"For those of you who have never seen a woman receive a punishment beating before, I need to make one thing clear. Sierra has no safeword during this punishment. I will hurt her more than she likes being hurt. Even though she clearly likes pain, she will not like this amount of pain. It will not be an enjoyable sensation for her. Most of you will enjoy watching this though; please do not feel guilty if you do."

Luke would be performing the punishment himself. He held a fierce-looking cat’o’nine tails... well, five tails in fact, but that would be plenty. He let the coarse strands drift over Sierra’s rear; she shivered and whimpered.

He struck. Instantly, I saw the marks on her fleshy cheeks, and then I heard her shriek of pain. It echoed around the hall. The audience were in no doubt – this was a real punishment.

To keep Cassandra busy, and to stop the audience from losing its sense of fun during Sierra’s punishment, an assistant had told her to collect some come. She had to do it in a rather delicious manner, best shown by the way she collected her first load.

"Who wants to come in my mouth?" she called out, hopping on the spot, arms still locked behind her back. "Who's ready to drop a load in my mouth right now: not in five minutes, not in two minutes - right now! Give me your jizz!"

Two or three hands went up. Cassandra was deliberately not choosy - she picked the first man she saw, a slightly tubby guy with a goatee, instead of two more attractive chaps to her side. She may have wanted to be called a whore, but here she was acting more like one than ever; being artistic but efficient with a blow-job; the backstreet whore’s speciality. On her knees, legs apart, she sucked him off whilst looking straight into his eyes, pleading for his seed.  He ejaculated with a loud grunt into her mouth. She stood up, smiled, and then scampered back to the table where she spat the creamy-white liquid onto the table.

"Thank you sir," she cooed to the donor. "Who's next?" she asked.

And that was her role.  A couple of people managed to slap her rear or tweak a nipple as she passed them, but she did not stop to take any distractions. Despite her previous comments, she did not allow herself to be treated more roughly than a piece of Lalique; she had a job to do and that was collecting come. She was certainly a fine distraction from the intensity of Sierra's punishment. She had clearly grown fond of Sierra, but chose not to draw attention to her cries. She knew that if she tried to intervene in Sierra's punishment, she may be punished too.

Sierra was having a far less pleasant time. She began to cry on the fifth stroke of the cat, not sexy sobbing like I imagined she might look after an evening with me, but unpleasant, desperate wailing. The action was very arousing, however - the firm swish of Luke's arm and the impact of harsh, almost metallic leather upon flesh. It was only the end result on Sierra - the guttural cries of pain and shame - which made me turn some of my attention to Cassandra. The rest of the audience seemed equally split; half seemed to adore the punishment Sierra received; gasping and clapping with every stroke, but other, possibly more mild-mannered or sympathetic souls, had turned their full attention to Cassandra.

Cassandra realised the importance of her diversion, and another fine moment for her occurred after her third trip. She asked "Who's next?" and no-one replied, at first, until someone held up their jar of come. She skipped over to him; he opened it and poured it into her mouth. She ran it to the table, returned to the jarholder and asked if she could lick out the inside of the jar with an over-extended tongue to make sure she got everything, and took that to the table too. Her next two trips to the audience were more traditional fellatio-based ones as a direct result.

The gal seemed to adore being a jism-transporter. I could think of very few things more degrading than that, but she clearly loved it. She loved the attention; she loved that people thought she was a come-guzzling slut. She wanted the men to know that, if instructed to, she would suck their cock until they were dry.

Sierra was having a dreadful few moments. The cat’o’five tails had stopped its work at about fifteen strokes. It had left dozens of thin scarlet stripes across Sierra's ass and legs, but had not drawn blood, thankfully. Her torment was extended, because she was not being consoled by Luke or anyone else. She remained in the stocks, unkempt and snotty, unable to see those around her but feeling their eyes inspecting and judging her. The only sound we could hear now was Cassandra’s chirpy sluttiness.

Luke glanced at his watch. The pre-determined time he had decided for Sierra had elapsed. The stocks were opened, but she received no help in extracting herself. She stood very shakily and placed her hands behind her back.

"Your punishment is over, Sierra," Luke said. He reached down to shorten the spreader bar a little, and then gave her a brief hug. "Follow me - you can join Cassandra in lapping up that come over there."

"Thank you, Luke," Sierra said, with a delicate smile. When she reached the table, she was smiling lustily as she saw the pools of semen on its surface. That's what I loved about submissive gals; she was being ordered to lick clean a sweaty table with lots of different puddles of come on it, and she thought - no, she knew it was a good thing.

"Start at the middle and work your way outwards," Luke said.

Unable to clamber on the table like they had done previously, they had to lean on tip-toe to reach the middle. They lapped up the come as though they were cats with spilt cream. Without instruction, each arched her back to improve the curve of their ass. In turn, this meant they pressed their tits against the table, which spread around some of the come nearer the edge. It also jutted out their backsides a fair bit, and you could see a significant contrast between Cassandra's peachy rear which was pink from its earlier strapping, and Sierra's excruciatingly scarlet-lashed behind.

When I saw the assistants taking away the stocks and bringing in the next set of devices, I knew that Luke was deliberately not rushing things. He was letting the audience take a short break from the intensity of Sierra's punishment, although he would have admitted that there was no real break for either of the big-titted gals on the floor.

After the girls had reached the outside of the table, and had cleaned the table of all obvious jism, Luke told them to clean each other. Sierra was first; her sticky jugs were licked clean by Cassandra, who even managed a sneaky bite and suck of her nipples during it. Despite just having come off a punishment, Sierra really took her time, letting her tongue drift across Cassandra's breastbone in a rare tender moment. Cassandra seemed to melt a little.

"Anyone got any more come for these girls to drink?" Luke asked. Four hands went up, all holding jars. Luke took them and emptied two on Sierra's bosoms and two on Cassandra's, and they lapped each other clean again. Cassandra was the slower one this time, lingering on the sensitive inside of Sierra's cleavage.

“Okay,” Luke declared. “Time for our vote. The next segment will enable you to vote for what happens in the final part. You’re voting for who gets to come. Only one of these women will have an orgasm today, and you’re going to decide who gets it.”

He went on to explain that everyone in the audience would get one vote each in the form of a marble being placed being placed in a large, blacked-out jar. He indicated a large bowl of white marbles, half with the letter ‘S’ emblazoned on them in black, the rest with a ‘C’. You had to pick the marble of the gal you wanted to come. He had to be clear on that point; he explained that some people might have accidentally voted for the gal they wanted to be teased to the point of orgasm, but denied again and again. “What, us? Would we be that evil?” seemed to be the knowing response from the audience.

The apparatus was then revealed; it was surprisingly straightforward. Luke explained it to us while each women was fastened elbow-to-wrist behind her back again. It was the same for each woman, and consisted of a sturdy low platform, from which sprouted a cunt-high vertical pipe. At the top of the pipe was a flexible rubber dildo. So far so interesting. He then explained the painful parts. The low platform was topped with a studded metal sheet, which would be very uncomfortable to stand on for too long. Also, just under the dildo at the top of the pipe, there was a firm cone, which looked like an upside down McDonald’s milkshake cup, spreading slightly wider at its bottom. Its surface was spiked with dozens of fierce pins, an eighth of an inch long or so.

Sierra bent forwards and looked at them. She was clearly nervous. Cassandra breathed heavily, preparing herself for the ordeal.

“These poor ladies will have to keep their legs wide to avoid these pins, but that will mean that these dildos will really be painfully deep in their cunts. Unless you think that’s too cruel for them.”

“No!” we all replied. Even Sierra and Cassandra had to smile at this.

"Mount up, sluts," Luke said. With their hands locked behind their backs, this was awfully difficult; they had to stand on tip-toe on one leg just to have a chance of bringing their pussies close to the tip of the dildo. The studded surface was hard to ignore, and they tried to find the least uncomfortable places from which to balance. They floundered for a while, but the slightly more limber Sierra had a remarkable technique - she was able to bring her non-standing foot up close to her cunt, and she was able to keep the dildo steady between her big and second toe just enough to be able to get the tip of it into her pussy.

Cassandra meekly pouted. She knew she would never be able to manage that sort of balletic move, which prompted Sierra to do something extraordinary. She removed herself from the dildo, helped Cassandra mount hers by standing next to her to hold her steady, then moved back and remounted her own. Such generosity got a warm round of applause and a tender stroke on the cheek from Luke. Sierra blushed.

We could see only a small amount of the eight-inch dildo outside of their cunts. I noticed that the same amount could be seen from each girl, despite Cassandra being an inch or two shorter than Sierra. The ever-prepared Luke had staged it this way and presumably carefully adjusted the height of the pipes so that it was fair for each.

“Time for the harnesses,” Luke said. Sierra and Cassandra had their hair tied into ponytails. They no longer seemed to be surprised at being surprised, but they were still curious about the bridle-like leather contraptions being placed on their heads. The harness included a bulbous but not excessive gag, from which a small metal ring protruded. There were other rings on the leather on the forehead and the back of the head. It left the nose and eyes open, but covered the ears.

"Just to explain what's happening here, with the ears,” Luke said. “The harnesses have some technology in them - Sierra's microphone is linked to Cassandra's ears, so any of Sierra’s screams and grunts would be heard by Cassandra and Cassandra alone. They also have some decent noise-cancelling workings, so unless we really shout, they will not be able to hear us. Before I turn it on, I have one instruction for them. Girls, every so often, you will hear a loud beep. When you hear this, you need to turn through ninety degrees or so, clockwise. Do you understand?”

They nodded, staring at him intently. He held up a cat’o’five tails. “You know what this is?” Nod. “You’ll get this if you don’t attempt to rotate, ok? If you try hard, that’ll be enough, but I really want to see you try.”

Nod. Their eyes were wide open.

“Good. Good luck. I’m turning on the noise cancelling... now."

Once the switches were on, Luke explained. "I lied a little. We'll be able to hear their mikes, but I was not lying about them not being able to hear us."

I assumed that this was not the end of the set-up, and I was right. The same happened for each girl, though my attention was on Cassandra so I’ll describe her reaction. A chain was attached to the ring on the back of her head; it drifted down to her ass. Then came the anal hook. Aside from a little analingus, there had been no indication of anal play, so it must have been a huge surprise for Cassandra to feel two fingers slobber some cold lubricant up her asshole. We heard her yells and bit our lips. The hook was inserted soon afterwards; a three-inch circumference of stainless steel. It was linked to the back of her head, pulling it down, forcing her to look straight upwards.

A further chain was attached to the smaller ring on her gag, and this went forwards, down to her chest. Clover clamps were attached to her nipples and linked up to this chain. She lolled from side to side; we could hear her swallow her own drool and moan softly as her tits were pulled up. She experimented; she leaned her head forwards to take some pressure from her breasts, but yelped as the hook went further in to her ass. This made her move her feet, and she could not find that least-uncomfortable spot where she had remained on tip-toe for the previous few minutes. Her thighs must have brushed against the spikes, because she shivered and whined. It was glorious.

We listened in. It’s a myth that a gag prevents you from making any noise; this was particularly true of their gags. Luke explained that they deliberately made them large enough to be uncomfortable, but small enough to prompt honest conversation. Sierra proved this when she tried to communicate with Cassandra.

“Hello? MMMassie?” she grunted. Cassandra could speak a little clearer.

“Sierra? Anal hook?”

Their conversations about their torments went on for a short while, until they realised they were in the same situation. We began to vote; it was tough to see what the mood of the room was, but I guessed that the majority might be with me. I was voting for Cassandra; I had loved her effervescent display of cocksucking, and thought she deserved a reward. Not that I didn’t find Sierra adorable and sexy and sassy, but Cassandra edged it for me.

There was a beep. Carefully, Cassandra and Sierra began to rotate. Each time they moved too quickly, their breasts bounced forwards, which made the clamps bite harder. We heard them drool and bawl and swear.

Once they had stopped, their bodies tensed. Neither wanted the cat; and neither wanted the other to receive it. We turned to see where Luke was. Quietly, he and his assistants had placed some toys on the table; pinwheels, feathers, cocktail sticks and small six-inch things that looked like the zappers you use to light a gas stove. Luke explained that they’d give a small shock if applied to the skin, almost no voltage so it would be safe to use on the chest. I picked one up and tried it on my arm; it felt like a high bolt of static electricity would feel. I liked it.

While they tried to get comfortable, Cassandra and Sierra chatted to take their minds off their torment.

"Hey, you see that… r-redhead in the front row? With the glasses?" asked Sierra.

"The one with the latex panties?” replied Cassandra, and I realised they meant me. “Couldn't miss her. I’d love to give her clit a suck. Ow! Fucking spikes!"

"I'd want her to sit on my face and cane my cunt," Sierra replied.

I blushed. I was, of course, flattered, but did not really want to be the centre of attention like that. I was glad I had picked Cassandra; if she really wanted to suck my clit, that was the kind of gal I liked. I was now convinced that most others would choose Cassandra too.

As if to prove to myself how I would prefer to be thought of, I placed the zapper against the underside of Cassandra’s left tit and pressed the button. She stopped talking about me and howled. I zapped the right. She jumped; her head snapped back a little and the nipple chain went taut. Her tits were pulled upwards, which gave me more underside to zap. In frustration at not being able to pull away, her knees shook a little, causing her thighs to clamp on the cone. The sound was delectable. She produced noisy responses to about seven different painful areas of her body in the space of about six seconds. I repeated this three or four times, until the beep rang out again and they turned through ninety degrees. Their squeaks grew louder, as they trod on the sharp, stubbly floor and tried to keep the dildos from spearing them too deeply. Meanwhile, a goateed man had taken a pinwheel and was tracing pretty lines over Sierra’s skin.

"You okay, Cassandra?"

"Just getting some evil son of a bitch zapping me. Yow!"

"You’re a lucky whore," Sierra replied. "I’m getting pins run over me here! It’s not enough! I want more pain.”

At this comment, Luke insisted to us that we should not overly hurt Sierra right away; otherwise they would know for sure that we were listening in. Instead, the guy with the goatee continued what he was doing; pinwheeling her most stretched skin. He asked Luke if tickling Sierra would be acceptable, and Luke told him he was an evil genius, and said it would be fine.

Sierra’s resulting screams were fantastic; as her legs were tickled I actually saw the pins on the cone poke into her flesh, I saw her back arch forwards, putting enormous strain on her asshole, as the hook was pulled deeper into her. Her breasts bobbed and jiggled, which made her nipples stretch even tighter. I heard her laughs and cries for mercy. I saw Cassandra clench in reply. I was curious about that, so I pressed a finger into her snatch; there was room beside the dildo. She was soaked. Through her microphone, I could hear moans and sighs. The conclusion was unmistakeable: she loved it when her new friend was in pain.

Luke closed off the last five minutes of voting by flicking a switch on the base of each platform. It electrified the floor on which the girls stood. They tried in vain to keep their feet from being shocked; each time they moved it must have hurt more. Luke kept beeping them to rotate as soon as they stopped. They groaned each time, but obeyed quickly each time.

The pain in the floor must have gotten more unbearable. Cassandra took to slamming her feet down as hard as she dared; Sierra tried to put more weight on her cunt. Neither approach worked; they began to scream, getting closer to Sierra’s punishment screams. Thinking of what she had said, I looked closer at Sierra. A terse-looking woman was sharply poking Sierra’s labia with a cocktail stick, but when I looked closer at the exposed end of her dildo, I saw that it was soaked with fresh cuntjuice. She was not joking. She loved the pain.

Then suddenly, it was all over. The last vote had been cast; the electrified floor was turned off. Quickly but carefully, the women were removed from the harness and dildo. Only the elbow-wrist restraints were kept on. Both women took a moment to look at me, with a weary hint of lust in their eyes. I found myself feeling quite shy, all of a sudden.

They looked weary and in need of a break, but Luke told them their work was not complete. They had to count the votes. We returned to our seats and became spectators again.

Another piece of apparatus had been set up on the other side of the arena; it was a small paddling-pool. It was a three foot wide disc, maybe a foot high. Large ten-gallon buckets were poured into it until it was three or four inches deep. The smell gave it away – it was diluted urine. I had not been to the bathroom that evening, but it transpired that there were buckets in both the gents’ and ladies’ rooms, and they had clearly been used quite a lot.

"Here, let me put your hair down," Luke smiled. Sierra glared at him as he unfastened her ponytail. He brought her hair forwards past her ears, framing her face in a rather delectable way. He repeated it for Cassandra, who responded with a huge, confident grin.

An assistant emptied the jar of marbles into the pool. Luke stated that whoever counted the most votes – that is, whoever removed the most marbles from the pool – would get an extra ten bonus votes.

Cassandra must now have suspected that she had the edge. Her master class in being a come-transporting whore while Sierra was being punished had clearly gone down well. Add on ten points for getting the most marbles, which she surely would, and it would be a racing certainty.

They knelt beside the pool and ducked their heads in. Their hair swirled around in the piss. I was never much into pee play, but watching them deprave themselves to collect arbitrary marbles was wonderfully disgusting and erotic. It reached the stage where I didn’t care if anyone looked at me when I slid my hand into my panties again. Cassandra scooped up the marbles quickly, managing to get one or two each dunk. Sierra was less willing to hold her breath under the piss to find the marbles and had less luck. She often came up empty and swore loudly when she found four ‘C’ marbles in a row. She kept trying though – the memory of her punishment must have been strong.

The last few marbles were tough to find – both girls were face down, torsos in the pool, tits pressed firmly against the bottom of the pool, trying to see where the votes had rolled to. Sierra seemed elated when she found the last one.

"Good! Cassandra got the most marbles. She gets ten extra votes. We actually counted them before we put them in the pool, and the final vote total is Sierra 52, Cassandra 41, which was 31 before the ten point bonus. I know this means that the bobbing made no difference, but it was fun anyway."

Sierra stared blankly into space. She was dishevelled and desperate for soap, but she had won the vote. She would be getting at least a couple of orgasms; most likely an overload if I had my hands on her.

They were ordered to lick each other’s face and breasts clean of piss, during which Luke said that it was the turn of the ladies in the audience. The guys had a chance to fuck the participants, so now the women should get a chance too. He held up two strong-looking strap-ons.

Looking at his face, he suspected that he would get no volunteers, and I hoped that he didn't expect me to go up there. Fortunately he got an enthusiastic volunteer right away; a fresh-faced, thin but toned blonde woman dressed in a classic little-black dress.

"Well, thank you," said Luke as she stepped forwards. She was about twenty-one, and she was already stripping off to her functional black underwear and working out how to fasten on the strap-on. "Um, which of our delightful wet sluts would you like the use of?"

"I want Cassandra," said the blonde. "When she said that she wanted to be treated rougher, that she wasn’t Lalique, I had a… a vision of fucking her in a club with a beer bottle. My left forearm would be forcing her against the wall like this (she pressed it against Cassandra’s neck), and my other hand would be up her skirt, forcing it in and out of her so hard that… well, I knew that I might never get the chance to see her again, so I have to screw her. I just have to. I have to screw her till she screams my name. It's Alice, by the way. Alice."

Alice began to pace around Cassandra, peering at her face, smiling malevolently, stroking her hair.

"Honey, you're in a whole heap of shit," laughed Sierra to Cassandra, which released some of the tension. She then cooed to the audience at the lack of a second volunteer "Don't any of you bitches want to fuck the heck out of little ol' me?"

"I'll do it," said a dusky, straight-haired woman, built like a Cuban volleyball player - sinewy, muscular, but very attractive. "I don't want her to scream my name out; I just want her to scream." When asked why she wanted to screw Sierra, the Cuban (who may not have been Cuban, but I never found out her real name) replied. Her stern voice simply said "Because she's there." before cracking a little and adding "And she's just so damned fuckable right now."

Luke picked up two high-powered vibrators; I recognised them as Hitachis, which I’d seen on screen but never used myself. "Good, well ladies, if you would take your position behind your fucktoys, we can begin. So it was Cassandra who gets the orgasms, right?" The audience yelled out a protest. Luke clearly knew this; he had them in the palm of his hand. "Right, right, Sierra gets the orgasms. Well I’ll use this vibe on Cassandra. We'll need a volunteer to keep this other one pressed on Sierra's clit. Anyone?"

There was a rush of hands, and this time, mine was one of them. I loved inflicting a spot of orgasm overload on my girlfriends and it would be great to see Sierra squirm. I wanted to be responsible for that. Luke saw me and picked me out. There was a flattering round of applause as I entered the stage.

The women lay chest-down on the tables, facing each other. Rather strangely, each table fell away a little at the end where their breasts were; effectively it was a three-foot high table made of toughened glass, with a lower shelf at the end, about six inches long and three or four inches lower than the main level. The gals were buxom enough that their tits were pressed down on the shelf, but it would be easy enough for them to arch their backs and lift their nipples up. Padlocks were used to fasten their ankles to their wrists. With the Cuban and Alice helping to keep their hair out of the way, odd-looking collars were fastened on each girl; they were about an inch and a half wide, leather, but had a metal chain coming out of them. Luke explained that if the chain were pulled, it would tighten the collar, though because of the resistance from the firm leather, it wasn't as severe or unforgiving as a choker chain. It was, he explained, perfect for extended breath control play.

It then got a little more interesting; until now the girls were independent of each other. Luke remedied this by linking their two chains around a wheel affixed to the floor, between the women. He adjusted it carefully and had the women pull up as much as they could. Alice and the Cuban helped by grabbing their hair. Once the chain was such that they could both pull their tits about two inches off their shelves at the same time, without having either collar tighten, he was satisfied. He asked Alice and the Cuban to grab their hair and keep them in that position, two inches clear, and then showed Sierra and Cassandra the exciting part.

"This is a thin board, through which are a couple of dozen very sharp spikes - pins in fact, between an eighth of an inch and half an inch long. They've been sterilized several times - you can probably get a faint whiff of the sanitizing alcohol. Sierra, can you explain where I'm putting the board under Cassandra?"

Sierra struggled to speak with her head tugged back so hard by Alice. "It's going under her jugs."

Luke smiled. He turned to Cassandra. "Cassandra, where is Sierra's board?"

"Under her big, swinging, tasty watermelons," Cassandra replied. "If she leans forward, she's not going to be happy."

"At least the pins are clean," Sierra reflected.

I had to recap for myself exactly what had happened here, because it all seemed to go so fast. Sierra and Cassandra, two innocent and clearly charming young ladies, had voluntarily placed themselves naked, in front of a lusty audience, chest down on a pair of toughened-glass tables which faced each other. Their wrists were fastened to their ankles, and their cunts were just over the edge of the table which enabled two total strangers to fuck them with strap-ons. That wasn't even the hardest part, which was that they had to arch their backs to keep their tits above a set of tough-looking pins… but this itself was made tougher by the choking chain which was linked to their necks, which essentially meant that could both stay off the pins, but only just. Oh, and to top it off, I was about to place an industrial-strength vibrator on Sierra, which would make her come quickly and often, and Cassandra would be denied a staggering amount of orgasms herself, by Luke. Two hours ago I doubt anyone, with the possible exception of Luke, would have imagined that any of this could have happened.

A middle-aged man came forwards and sat cross-legged on the floor, where he could see Sierra's and Cassandra's faces. Luke explained that he was a medical expert on asphyxiation, and the doctor got a mild round of applause. "We're following his lead," said Luke of the doctor, "if he says we need to stop, we stop. Ladies, you can let go of their hair now; they can support themselves if they want. Oh, and the doc has a surprise for us, which he'll only reveal after Sierra's first orgasm. Watch out for it. Remember, Sierra, you have to ask Marie to come, and Cassandra needs to ask me. I'll say 'no' every time, but I want to be asked anyway. Marie may or may not say 'yes' every time, but I’d like it if she says 'yes' at least once. Understand?"

"Y-yes," said Sierra, straining to keep her tits off the spikes. Cassandra yipped when hers brushed against them, and she pulled up a little, making the chain taut. I reckoned they had about two inches to spare at full tautness.

We began. Surprisingly, I could see quite a lot; I couldn’t see Alice start to fuck Cassandra at a hectic, violent pace, but I could see Cassandra’s mouth widen, watch her eyebrows turn to a concentrated frown as she tried to keep herself in position. I could also see Luke press his vibrator firmly against Cassandra.

Of course, I could also look up and see the Cuban’s strap-on build up a steady rhythm as it pulsed in and out of Sierra’s pussy. Best of all, I could see Sierra’s stomach and thighs tense as I moved the vibrator to different positions, always on her clit.

“Fuck,” she said. “Glasses cun-cutie knows how to use a vibe.”

I pressed harder. She had just managed to stop herself from calling me a cunt, but I would have been flattered anyway. I told her that if she had my view, she’d be even closer to coming. I let her know how her wet her pussy looked and how disgusting and slutty it sounded when the Cuban pumped into her.

“Oh god. I wanted to wait. It’s been weeks since I last... I wanted to wait. Oh god. Please can I come, please Glasses Cutie?”

“My name is Marie,” I said quietly.

“Marie, can I – oh god - come?”

“Say the magic word.” I could be a real bitch sometimes.

“Pleeeeeeeease?”

“Please what?”

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh god please Marie may I come Marie please?”

“You may.”

Sierra’s first orgasm of the day was violent, loud and beautiful. She almost wrenched the cuffs from her ankles as she tried to straighten her legs. The Cuban told her that she had clenched so hard on the rubber cock that it was getting tough to fuck her. I told Sierra that I was getting sprayed with her cuntjuice. But not once did I move the vibrator from her clitoris, nor did the Cuban stop screwing her with all the energy she had.

As promised, the doctor did something which was rather surprising. He pulled on Cassandra's side of the chain and padlocked a few links out of it. He only shortened it by about three inches, but now it meant that if Sierra pulled up, Cassandra would be pulled down and her chest would be forced onto the pins. If both tried to pull up, it would be whomever was stronger and more able to resist the choking, but even then it would be almost impossible for both to keep off the pins. At all times, at least one pair of breasts would be tortured by the spikes. Over the noise of the vibrator and the Cuban's fearsome fucking of Sierra's wet cunt, I could hear cheers and roars of encouragement from the audience.

"You had to be a dirty little slut and ask to come, didn't you?" I said to Sierra. Her reply was a strangled gurgle; she was having a sensory overload. I pressed the vibe more firmly against her; it was hard to keep it in place with her wriggling so much.

"Please can I come, Marie, please?" she asked.

"Already? Yes, you may," I replied.

This time when she came, I looked more generally at the whole scene. I saw that Sierra had a surge of energy when she came; her body tensed rigidly, which meant that she was able to pull back hard on the chain. Even without the doctor's shortening, Cassandra would have been dragged forwards. As it was, her soft and juicy breasts spread themselves evenly over all the sharp spikes. She screamed with pain, and I could see her try to pull back, but Sierra was too strong. Redness turned to purple in Cassandra’s face as the collar bit into her neck, and she had to yield to Sierra. She had to wait.

Once Sierra had completed her orgasm, however, the tables were turned. Cassandra could easily pull up, and the temporarily dazed and drained Sierra was the one forced down onto her own spikes. The situation reversed slightly again when Luke pressed the vibe against Cassandra again - she tried to wriggle away from it. I suspected she hated orgasm denial and would have given anything to have been Sierra.

In the rare moments that both were fairly alert and strong, it was just a matter of strength; both pulled up and were just about able to keep their tits above the spikes, but the clenching around their necks was vicious. They could not hold that for long.

Every so often the doctor would feel around the girls' necks, take their pulses, once even taking a penlight and looking into Cassandra's eyes. At no point did he decide to stop the event. I trusted him; I'd have stopped it about five minutes before it did, because both Sierra and Cassandra were screaming, incomprehensible, over-aroused messes. Their strap-on fuckers had to stop several times through exhaustion; the Cuban chose to spend her break by gently rubbing Sierra's labia, checking for swelling and bruising. Alice appeared to recuperate by slapping Cassandra's ass and tickling her sides, which was the height of cruelty, I thought. It was at that point that Cassandra began to wail “Alice! Aliiice!”

Luke and I hadn't stopped, however, and we were getting our own noises from them. It was what they were screaming which was so exciting. Previously they had been sassy but polite; now they were swearing like grubby stevedores.

"Please stop, I can't take any more orgasms, I can't take…" Sierra sobbed, then froze. "I… please can I come, oh please Marie, please…"

"You may," I replied.

Sierra still tensed, but with less gusto. Seconds later, she slumped forwards, tits slapping hard against the spikes. "Fucker! Fucking whore! Cassandra, I fucking hate you! Stop pulling me forwards, you evil, cuntish, big-titted come-guzzler! God, no, not already, no! Marie, can I come?"

"Say please," I replied.

"Please can I come? Please?"

"Tell me how sore your clit is. Tell everyone."

"It's so sensitive, it's sore, it hurts, please let me come, please!"

I let her. It seemed the decent thing to do. The Cuban felt inside Sierra's pussy with a few fingers, was pleased with the continued dampness, and mounted her again. Sierra swore at her too, so the Cuban simply pounded her harder than ever.

Cassandra, if anything, was having less luck. Because she never knew when Sierra was going to tense, she must have slammed forwards onto the table far more frequently than Sierra. When she pulled up, I could see dozens of delicious red flecks on her breasts. Alice behind her had apparently been more vicious than the Cuban, and while she was taking a break from using the strap-on, had instead both scratched and fingered her fiercely.

Then there was Luke, who delighted in taking Cassandra to the very edge before telling her firmly "No" each and every time. Cassandra was an expert beggar, and I would have caved rather quickly and let her have at least one orgasm, but Luke was made of stronger stuff.

The girls began to flag a little in their response eventually, so to finish off I pulled a rabbit out of my hat.

"Please Marie, may I come?" Sierra asked.

I pulled the vibe from her clit and said firmly, "No. You may not."

Her body convulsed as she tried to stop the orgasm. In surprise, the Cuban had stopped pumping her, and Cassandra burst into a peal of laughter. I heard a respectful gasp from the audience. The Cuban quickly began to screw Sierra again, and Alice was inspired to pound Cassandra so hard that Cassandra bowed her head of her own accord in concentration, trying desperately not to come herself.

A moment later, I placed the vibrator back on Sierra's pussy. Almost immediately, the cry came up "Please Marie, I need to come, I'm so… so on edge right now."

"No," I reiterated, removing it.

I looked over and saw that Alice and Luke had decided that Cassandra had had enough for the evening, and were standing, watching me. All eyes in the room were on me, wondering what I would do. The Cuban slapped Sierra's rear and continued to pound her. Sierra bit her lip, swore several times, and tried to breathe through the arousal. As soon as she had some composure, I replace the vibrator. Sierra bucked, trying desperately to wriggle free from it, but I was merciless. I forced it on her in bursts, watching it affect her like an electric shock every time it found a working nerve-ending in her throbbing clit.

"Please, Marie, please!"

"No," I replied quietly. I turned the vibrator off, got out from under the table, and stood beside her. The Cuban moved around to see Sierra's face, soaked with tears and plastered with sweat and hair.

"Why?" asked Sierra, with a whisper.

"Because I wanted you to end all frustrated and horny," I explained, and I got a huge round of applause from the audience. Cassandra laughed heartily and took the opportunity to pull back and choke Sierra down onto the pins for the last time. The fact that she had endured at least a dozen near-orgasms, and her own face was even more tear-stained than Sierra's, seemed almost forgotten.

Slowly, the bondage was removed; life was rubbed back into the ankles and knees of the girls, the collars were carefully removed, and they were brought uneasily to their feet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you… Cassandra and Sierra!" Luke yelled, to a standing ovation. After a moment, he added: "They'll leave you the way they came in; by slowly going among you. And as they walk among you, remember what was it that Cassandra said. Do you remember? She's not a piece of..."

"Lalique!" we all responded.

"Exactly. Enjoy yourselves!"

I retook my seat in the front row. Sierra and Cassandra hugged each other tightly, the pain in their tits apparently numbed by relief that their ordeal was almost over. They kissed a few times and got a few wolf-whistles of approval, before both moving to stand before me, hands demurely behind their backs, smiling sweetly despite all that had happened. I stood, kissed them each on the lips, and then slapped each of the four breasts twice each, as hard as I could. They yelped and buckled a little at their knees, but quickly got back into position with a dazzling, happy smile from each, before Sierra stepped to my right side, and Cassandra began her slow exit to the left.

I saw that she was getting more slightly severe attention than Sierra: as I made my way to the exit, I glanced back and saw that she had three sets of male hands on her; one on her pussy, one poking fingers deep into her ass and then forcing them into her mouth, and a final pair of hands roughly examining her breasts. I could hear her cries, and reflected that it was possible to go out with both a bang, and with a whimper.

Epilogue:

I had followed the crowd to the bar, had a quick and uneventful drink, and then stepped back into the theatre to talk to Luke. I was surprised to see that Sierra and Cassandra were naked, save for blinkers and a ballgag each, and they were scrubbing the floor with soapy water and a brush.

"Wow, you guys weren't joking. The gals really do have to clean up before they go."

"It's a good way to finish off the evening, a nice wind-down. The gals stay submissive but get used to not being in terrible pain." With that, he thrashed his strap across Sierra's ass. She cooed and gurgled. He brought down an equally firm blow on Cassandra, who purred.

"Where did you find these two? They're amazing," I said. Luke replied that he had various contacts who alerted him to them, separately. They both visited fetish clubs at other ends of the country a few times and both were naturally very popular. They hadn't lied; they really hadn't met each other before today.

He was stunned at their willingness to come to the club; he admitted that although he paid their expenses to come to the city, they got no other reward other than a little spending money. Each had given up a week's holiday from their jobs to be here. It was his way of convincing me that they weren't pornstars or something, but I wouldn't have minded either way. Originally he'd intended tonight to showcase just one of them, but then realised that together, they'd be an explosive combination. I told him I agreed with him, and added that I think they'd made a firm friend in each other this night. I saw Sierra wink and nod at Cassandra when I said this.

The girls had finished the scrubbing, and were now mopping the floor with two pieces of cloth each. I twiddled with my glasses and looked closer, and saw that they were using a t-shirt and cotton skirt.

"It's what they're going to wear on the way home, and all day tomorrow. They're not allowed to wash the clothes or themselves for 36 hours," Luke said, as though no further explanation was needed. "They love it. They loved everything tonight but especially the humiliation of being in front of an audience, and they begged me to give them a final blob of humiliation they could take with them back to their hotel."

I saw that on the cleaned table were two pairs of bras and panties. Within sight of the girls, I gathered them up and put them in my bag. "They won't be needing these, I think. It’s kinda arousing, don't you think, to know that these girls won't be wearing any underwear for a week. Big-titted whores walking round town with no support, and with the wind whipping round their damp little snatches - they'll turn a few heads, won't they?"

My arbitrary and rapid declaration seemed to have a positive effect. I looked down and saw that Sierra had her hand clamped between her thighs, and Cassandra was panting loudly and drooling through the gag onto the floor. It had been a fun night. For Sierra and Cassandra, two new friends, horny and otherwise alone in the big city, it might just have been the start of a very fun week.

The end.