What a Surprise - by Spitman, © January 1999

In the middle of the noise and bustle of the party, I am struggling with the steel reinforced cuffs that hold my wrists securely locked together behind my back. I don't seriously expect to get anywhere. If they are half as good as the salesman promised me, they would hold a world class strong man without yielding a fraction of a millimetre. So far they are living up to his claim, and I dare not struggle too violently or I will attract more attention to myself. With my hands secured like this, my breasts thrust even more provocatively than usual, and the wetness I feel in my pussy must surely be visible. If I know Wanda, the fiery pain of my whipped bottom will not be the last, or the worst discomfort I will experience before the party is over.

This place is like an enormous stage set - something between Imperial Roman and Hyatt Regency, although the costumes would look more in place on a ranch. And I mean a cattle ranch, or maybe a girl breeding farm. Yes, you guessed it, us girls are all totally nude in here. Most of us would envy the luxury a steer enjoys on a cattle ranch, but at least we are getting lots of sex. I wonder how Wanda got permission to use this place. It must be at least as big as a Las Vegas casino. And there are hundreds of us girls here. This is a lot more fun than the regular meat lottery, but Wanda said we have to be eligible anyway. She didn't explain why, and I didn't ask. It's probably better not to know. As long as I am enjoying myself I don't care when my turn comes, or how I will be harvested. I just want to feel everything as intensely as possible when it happens.

The predicament I am in was not my idea. Still, the joy of these occasions is all in the little unexpected things, like the person in the crowd who so deftly clipped my lockable cuffs together before I realised what he was up to. The joke is on me, of course. It was an obvious thing to do when he saw how easy it would be. After all, this is a domination and submission party, and I would not be wearing this kind of equipment if I didn't expect it to be used, would I! This is no subway platform crowd, and I got exactly what I should have expected. The trouble is, the cuffs are not the only strongly designed bondage accessory I am wearing. With my hands secured behind me, my nipple and pussy rings are temptingly accessible, and I can't even protest or ask for help if I meet anyone I know, because my mouth is stuffed with that annoyingly efficient soft rubber gag. My best plan is to find a group that has neither the time nor the interest to pay attention to me, and hover just close enough so that other people think I am part of it. I am hoping desperately that Ian will not find me again. I dread to think what he will do if he finds me like this. Even Wanda's nasty ideas of fun are preferable to that particular prospect.

There is a large noisy crowd around a fenced off area, something like a small cattle pen. It is about twenty yards away from me in the centre of the hall. A girl has just been let loose in the pen, and I am fascinated to see what happens next. She has long dark hair, and all she is wearing is a rope that binds her wrists tightly together behind her back. Tiny weights hang from stirrups inserted through her nipple piercings, and I recognise the style of the ring between her hairless pussy lips. It is just like mine. Spectators dressed like cowboys are throwing lassoos towards the unfortunate girl. She is running to dodge the lassoos now, and even from this distance I can see the wetness glistening in her slit. That lubrication will come in rather handy when one of them catches her. Attached to the pen is a smaller holding pen, and I can see other girls waiting for their turn. Each girl is tethered by a similar pussy ring to a long chain that runs down the middle of the holding pen. I know what it is like to be leashed by my own pussy ring. Either Wanda's piercing artist has been kept extremely busy, or rings like mine have suddenly become a country-wide craze.

***** *****

Wanda has many talents, but the most uncanny is the way she can control people by a word or a gesture. One day she called me on the phone.

'Hi Stephanie, I'm going downtown. I'll pick you up in half an hour.'

There was simply no question of arguing with her. I got ready, and an hour later I found myself in a tattoo and body piercing parlour, wondering why I was there. I had no idea what went on those places, or how it was done. I expected to come away with something, perhaps a small tattoo in a very private place!

'Marcus, this is Stephanie.'

'Hello, young lady. I'll be ready in a moment. Just leave your clothes on the chair and get up on the couch.'

Wanda was grinning at me, but I didn't have the faintest idea why. I undressed and climbed up on the couch. It was peculiarly shaped, with side extensions and widely separated stirrups. Before I had time to think, they had me fixed so I could barely move, and then he wound my back up until my breasts were in the position he wanted. The straps were ominously business-like, but being a girlfriend of Wanda's, I am well used to that.

'You are simply delicious, Stephanie,' Wanda said as her fingers ran delightfully over my body. Soon she had me shivering with excitement.

'Let me see. Hmmmmm. Excellent. This will be no problem at all,' Marcus said as he pinched and pulled at my pussy flesh.

Then Wanda pushed her finger and thumb gently but firmly into my slit on either side of my fleshy ridge, and pinched them tightly around the thick tubular hood of my clitoris. She pulled hard, stretching me while the artist inserted a pair of forceps beneath her fingers. I froze with awe as he pushed a long, curved needle through the base of my ridge, high within my slit.

'There, you see! There's nothing to it!'

He applied a healing salve before he inserted the ring. The shock came when he let it go. Its first gentle tug at my clitoris hood brought an instant orgasm, and my helpless convulsions brought a succession of further exquisite movements. I was too distracted to notice him teasing and tweaking my nipples, but moments later I felt the sharp pain of the needle again as he pierced my stiffened buds. Before I recovered my composure he had finished, and two bright gold matching rings swung gently below my throbbing teats. When they released me I could barely stand. I stepped gingerly over to a full length mirror. I was stunned by the transformation. I was a beautiful slave in need of an owner. I was so drained of energy that I didn't even speak on my way home.

After my visit to the studio it took a few distracting weeks for my piercings to heal. After that it was a revelation. My pussy ring surprised me the most. I will never forget my first visit to what Wanda referred to as her charm school. Nudity was de rigeur, but I was astonished when she reached down casually and clipped a finely worked leash to my pussy ring. I was even more surprised to discover how exciting it felt. Leashed like that, I could easily imagine myself as a pleasure slave. Her first gentle tug was hardly unexpected, but the feeling was indescribable. I loved it. I might have guessed that she had something nastier in mind; a vicious heave, that found my legs desperately trying to keep up with my pussy, which seemed to have taken off all on its own. It taught me how easily I can be controlled by my ring. The tender ache that followed was mingled with such sweet, intense pleasure that I could barely stand it. That particular experience changed me for ever.

My thoughts and dreams are still filled with vivid images of my first experience as Wanda's slave. I cannot turn over in bed without a little unexpected tug giving me a super orgasm. Sometimes I wake up at night quivering with pleasure. Often my pussy is sopping wet when I wake up in the morning. Wanda loves to phone me up before I go to bed. She makes outrageous suggestions, like promises that she will chain my ring with a padlock to a railing in the street, or even a pillar on a subway platform, remove the coat which is all I am wearing, and leave me totally naked in front of the morning commuter crowds. I know she could easily get away with something like that. Nobody would notice the girl who was casually walking away with my coat. But so far it has remained only a threat.

It takes very little to keep me awake at night.When I am restless it is even harder to forget, with that wicked ring tugging at my clitoris every time I move. She even persuaded me to try sleeping with a chain clipped to my clitoris ring, running back through my legs, and then loosely up to the bedframe beside my pillow. I loved it! I really felt like a slave when I did it. But the things she does when she has me helplessly secured in her torture room are quite another matter. She is not afraid of inflicting pain, but she likes to surprise me. She likes to punish me while I am blindfolded, so I can hear everything, but I can't guess what is coming. She makes me come and come and come until I can't stand it any more. And then again. I know she has other slaves, but she says I respond beautifully to pleasure and pain, and that is why I am at this party. It is Wanda's idea of a reward for being a good obedient slave all these months.

***** *****

In the cattle pen the girl is still dodging those lassoos. Her weighted nipples stick out a mile, and her generously rounded bottom is as tempting as the thrusting curves of her breasts. I hold my breath as a lassoo drops neatly over her head. The delighted cowboy jerks it taut, and jumps down into the ring to lead her towards the gate. She follows him obediently onto a thick rubber exercise mat, and helpfully raises her hips as he thrusts mercilessly into her dripping pussy. He pounds urgently into her, totally careless of her pleasure. Seconds later he jerks in an obvious climax and then collapses onto her, gasping from the effort. She squirms against him, trying desperately to hold his rapidly softening organ inside her. She has my sympathy, especially after waiting all that time, but eventually she manages a brief climax of her own. I can imagine how disappointed she feels after a pathetic performance like that. It is hardly the stuff of dreams. I am even more determined not to follow her example. I watch, fascinated, as he drags her up onto a small scaffold and throws the end of his lassoo over the beam. Tears run down her cheeks as he makes her stand on a small stool, then tightens the lassoo and fastens the other end to a cleat. When he kicks the stool away the cord cuts deep into her neck. Obviously she can't breathe. She kicks wildly for a moment, but soon her struggles are over and she hangs motionless.

The cowboy calls out to a man who is standing by with a stopwatch.

'How's that, Bob?'

'Five minutes and thirty-four seconds. Not a bad round. That puts you in third place.' The crowd applauds his performance, but I am not impressed. I want to have a lot more fun than that, before I get snuffed. I glance over as the unfortunate girl is tossed into a cart and wheeled away. Most of the crowd are more interested in the next girl, who has already been released into the cattle pen. I have no intention of going anywhere near that particular activity if I can possibly help it.

'So here you are, my dear!'

I shiver as Ian leans close to my ear. I love the feeling of his tall hard body up against mine. I have a sinking feeling in my stomach. Surely he is not going to take me over to that awful cattle pen! I tremble with fear. If he wants to do that to me, there is nothing I can do to stop him. It is infuriating to be so helpless. I imagine the feel of a lassoo round my neck. It is awful. He reaches down and takes my pussy ring with his thumb.

'Don't worry, Wanda sent me to find you. When she finishes giving Kim a lesson, she has a surprise for you.'

He tries to distract me by nibbling at my ear, reaching surreptitiously behind his back. I recognise Wanda's leash immediately. I tremble with excitement as he clips it quickly to my pussy ring. He smiles at my fidgeting. I am terrified, but I feel a lot safer on the end of his leash. At least nobody else will interfere until we get to where we are going, and any surprise of Wanda's is preferable to the fate of those poor girls in the cattle pen.

All the same, I wonder what painful treatment Wanda has dreamed up for Kim, not that I mind, after the way she treated me. She is a nasty, vicious cow who doesn't care how it feels to be on the receiving end, and she deserves everything she is going to get. I am not the only one who feels that way, either. A few minutes ago I saw Kim mounted on an uncomfortably thick steel dildo post. It was raised so high that her toes could barely reach the floor. Her wrists were strapped tightly to her elbows behind her. Ian was giving her a merciless caning, minutes after she was released from the medieval whipping block. By now her bottom must be thoroughly tenderised. My own is still a little warm after my own experience on the block.

Ian tugs me forward and I follow him awkwardly. I cannot get used to walking with my hands cuffed like this. But if he is not going to release my wrists, there is little point in arguing. At least I am getting used to the feel of these very special cuffs. They have steel cores strong enough to tow an ocean liner, catches that would stay out of reach of the most able contortionist, and slip-resistant linings.

***** *****

It was quite an experience when I bought them. I stripped to see how I would look in them nude, as they would be virtually my only adornment at the party. A very pretty young assistant, in a form fitting red rubber suit, produced an assortment of equipment to go with them. Moments later I was gagged, and hobbled with my ankle cuffs joined by a short chain. I thought I looked fantastic in the mirrors in the fitting room, but that did not satisfy my young helper. Before I realised what she was up to, she had clipped a leather leash to my pussy ring, and after a painfully sharp tug to show that she meant business, she led me out into the shop.

I had been there several times before, but until that moment I had never paid much attention to the circular cage that took pride of place, on a raised platform, right in the middle of the shop. I had assumed that it was just another piece of equipment for sale, between an ominously authentic-looking whipping block, and a large bondage frame. They even had a rack, and one of those big rotating wheels that would take a truck to transport it, as well as kits you could use to make bondage crosses and similar items. It was only after I had negotiated the ramp, and the door shut behind me, that I realised why it was really there. It was an open showcase for live demonstrations of bondage and restraint equipment, and I was on show in front of the customers. My energetic, obviously genuine efforts to free myself must have looked as ineffectual as they felt, and I had the distinct impression that all I was achieving was a boost in sales.

It must have been half an hour later when the assistant helped me out of the cage and down the ramp. Her perfectly timed tugs had me convulsing with pleasure by the time I was half way across the floor. Back in the fitting room, before she released me her fingers eased me to a wonderful climax. I had never imagined that anything could feel as secure as those cuffs did, once they were clipped together. They removed any thought of being able to intervene while she pleasured me. I was sufficiently impressed to purchase the whole collection, including the gag that I am also wearing at this very moment.

***** *****

An unexpected tug at my throbbing clitoris reminds me not to dawdle. I know better than to fight against Ian's control. I am made to follow him at his chosen pace. It is infuriating that I can't reach forward to relieve the insistent tension at my pussy ring. Every movement brings a climax closer. I know I cannot hold out for very much longer. If he keeps this up I will explode long before we reach wherever he is taking me. I'm sure he knows that perfectly well. Already we are attracting the attention of other party-goers, who seem to find my predicament highly amusing. I am suddenly surrounded by a small group of them.

'Where are you taking her, Ian?' A curious blonde, in a bright red rubber body suit that pulls tightly into her slit, fingers my pussy ring for a moment. I notice that her suit is padlocked at the neck. She probably stuffed to the gills with something nasty, if Wanda had anything to do with it. She seems perfectly composed. I wonder if she would be as composed in my position. Her companion was leading her by a leash snapped to what looks like a stainless steel collar, but for the moment he seems more interested in me. He obviously knows Ian rather well.

'Come on, Ian, be a sport! Let me hold her for a minute!' He is so well built that he could probably hold an elephant.

'Sorry, Derek, Wanda is waiting for us. I had better not keep her waiting!'

'I know exactly what you mean, but come on! It will only take a moment.'

'Hey Ian, won't you let me try that? It looks like fun.'

Another girl, a spectacular, and very dusky beauty is dressed mostly in steel chains, attached to a variety of rings that she has inserted in some very interesting places. She seems to have rows of them in her pussy lips, and one mysterious chain emerges from her vulva and runs up to a bar and stirrup in her navel. She is very cheerful indeed, and obviously timidity is not in her vocabulary. She reaches out for the leash that Ian is holding me by, but fortunately for me he has other ideas, at least for the moment.

'Leave her alone!' Ian protested. 'No, don't touch her! Wanda is waiting for us. Don't be silly, Martina, I can't let her go just to give you a quick thrill. Go and find someone else to deal with you, if that's what you really want.' He sounded annoyed, and the girls moved back out of his way, but their escort offered the blonde's leash to Ian.

'Here, why don't you take Susan for a moment?'

'Well, okay, Derek,' he said to the muscular young man. 'I suppose it will be all right, just for a minute, but be gentle with her!'

'Ian, you can't,' I protest. 'Wanda will be mad if he hurts me!'

His hand feels a little rough at first as he makes me follow him round in a big circle, but I begin to realise that his apparent roughness is actually quite predictable. I soon learn to get into the right rhythm. It is very different from the way Ian handles me, and I am beginning to like it. It is getting me nicely warmed up, but I am also learning to obey the nuances of his control signals. If this goes on for very much longer I will be his absolute slave. Meanwhile Ian is teaching Susan a lesson. Her bottom will be as hot as mine before he has finished with her. She will learn to be a little less forward. After a few more circuits I am actually sorry when Derek returns me to Ian. Martina's wrists are now neatly imprisoned in gyves attached to her belt on either side, and she is also squirming excitedly. I wonder what Derek has in store for them. Martina fascinates me. I wonder how that mysterious looking chain is attached inside her pussy. Some girls have a piercing through their cervix, but others have a fitting that can be pushed through the cervix and opens up inside. I wonder how that would feel.

'Come on, Stephanie,' Ian says quietly, as he leads me away from the group.

As I follow him I see a surprising number of girls with identical rings to mine around the hall. Most girls seem unaware of their significance. They will learn, soon enough. This is not just a gigantic titillating fashion parade. Pain follows submission as surely as a ringed, leashed girl will follow her Master. At least there are some men here who know how to handle a slave. I shiver at the thought of those insidious rhythmic tugs. I loved Derek's touch. Ian is a crude amateur by comparison. I wonder how Derek would use some of the exotic equipment around here. It all looks genuine enough, but most of it is state of the art in one way or another, even the items that look medieval. It is probably just as well that electronics were not invented at the time of the Spanish Inquisition, or the history of torture might feature even more of the stuff around here.

***** *****

When I arrived with Mandy and Ian there were easily a hundred people of both sexes in the locker room. It is probably a lot quieter now, after the rush. I was surprised to be shown into a personal alcove with a dressing table and full-length mirror, next to a tall locker. None of us girls had been in a place like this before. The bath section was simply incredible. There were two deep rectangular baths, each the size of a small swimming pool, and one of them steaming hot, judging by the steam. Around the baths were shower rooms, a steam room, and two large sauna baths next to the cold pool. The individual shower cubicles had jets in every corner, spray heads on every side and a fountain in the middle of the floor. There were also toilets fitted with water jets. No problems here with soggy toilet paper. And enema hoses. An assistant helped me with the enema hose. Its long polished and well lubricated steel tip slid easily into my rear passage. When I pressed the button a perfectly mixed shot of warm soapy water flooded into me. It was quite an experience. The next time it felt as if I was getting double the dose. The third time my belly swelled up as if I was pregnant. Afterwards I felt incredibly clean, inside and out.

The hot bathing pool was crowded with naked people of both sexes. It had underwater jets that pulled excitingly at my rings when I got too close. At first I tried to ignore the firm athletic bodies of naked men around me, but it was impossible to avoid any contact. Accidentally I touched something familiar, and closed my hand around it, only to gasp when I realised that it was a man's rigid cock. The owner grinned at my discomfiture. He held me still while his fingers caressed my pussy until I was squirming violently. I kicked wildly in the water while his other hand fondled my breasts. I was helpless in his hands. At first he seemed more interested in setting me off on my own, than fucking me. His fondling felt very nice, and I was soon wriggling with pleasure.

When I touched his cock again it was no accident. I reached down and closed my fingers round it. To my surprise they only just met. He was enormous. I stroked him a few times, and then I reached down to caress his balls. They hung loosely in their sack. I stroked the tender crease on either side of it. He grinned wickedly at me. Suddenly I found myself astride him with his cock pressing against my tingling pussy opening. I wriggled. That was a mistake. It only lodged him deeper. He gripped my bottom tightly and with a sudden hard thrust his cock was deep inside me. I knew it was too late to protest. It felt wonderful. I pushed gently at his chest when he increased the pace of his strokes. Intense pleasure flooded through me. I melted inside. He guided me below the surface of the pool. I was ready to explode. He dived deep with me. I saw the scissoring legs of girls above me. I fought for air, but he kept me under, relentlessly thrusting deep every time he kicked us forward. Suddenly we were rising. I gasped for breath as we broke the surface. I drummed my fists on his chest. He gripped my bottom cheeks and rammed into me, his urgency growing. I had a primeval urge to suck him dry of seed. My contractions gripped him and I was oblivious of everything but the sweet explosions that kept on convulsing me.

I paid very little attention when he lifted me onto the side of the pool, even when he carried me a few yards with my arms around his neck. I was perfectly contented. He dumped me casually into the icy plunge pool without warning. I screamed with pure outrage. It was a heart-stopping shock to my system. I struggled to reach the ladder, all thoughts of pleasure instantly forgotten.

'You!' I yelled. 'You, you . . . !' I just couldn't think of anything suitable to call him.

'Call me Ted,' he replied cheekily, escaping through the door into the main part of the Club.

I managed to climb out, exhausted. By the time I finished another luxurious shower with that fountain playing onto my pussy, I was beginning to see the funny side. It was a pretty good start to the evening, all things considered. I returned to the locker room, towelled myself vigorously, and prepared my outfit.

This outfit is like a collection of leather straps, fitted with an assortment of business-like rings, buckles and clips that can be attached to virtually anything. Each strap has a braided steel core, that is subtly hidden under the masterfully tooled leather. The external attachments are all welded to that core of braided steel. The lining feels like kid to wear, but the comfortable feel is deceptive. No amount of struggling will shift or loosen the high tensile steel. Even if I am taken well beyong the normal limits of suspension or stretching, nothing can give way (except me, of course). There are endless ways to lock them together, including a hogtie. I can even manage some of them on my own.

I fitted the straps round my body. The ends snapped together with deceptive ease. I made sure they were all comfortably tight. That was the easy part. Loosening the straps at the end of the party would a very different proposition. I would need Ian's special key for that.

When I finally entered the hall I could hardly believe my eyes. Wanda's other parties had not prepared me for the sheer scale of it. The main hall was full of naked men and girls in all kinds of outfits, mostly suitable for bondage. One group of girls was escorted by men colourfully dressed in authentic looking cowboy outfits. The girls themselves wore colourful rope collars like lassoos, with a padlock to prevent them loosening. The ends of the ropes dangled down behind, but not always freely. One girl's neck rope ran down between her bottom cheeks, which were pink, probably from a recent punishment of some sort. The rope passed up between her legs to her pussy ring. Between her legs the rope carried a heavy spiked ball. She would certainly learn to keep them well apart. Her wrists were cuffed to her belt on either side. It was sheer cruelty. Tears were running down her cheeks, but in spite of her obvious discomfort she was flushed with excitement. I shivered at the thought of the heavy spiked ball tugging at her pussy ring every time she moved. Another girl had her wrists pulled up tightly to her neck behind. Her bottom showed signs of painful attention as well. I didn't envy her. Much.

My own state of ringed nudity would catch the eye of a meditating monk at a thousand paces I wondered if I should have made myself quite so eye-catching. It was not just that the sight of my bare breasts would stop most men dead in their tracks, or even that my bright golden rings attract the eye to my nipples and pussy. The moment I entered the hall I realised that I had given myself away by wearing an outfit that the discerning eye would recognise as heavyweight bondage professional.

***** *****

As Ian leads me across the hall, I see that it is divided into open and screened areas. There are large deep alcoves all along the side we are approaching. The alcoves are like open sided workshops, where submissives who are that way inclined can try some of Wanda's special scenarios. Judging by the crowds surrounding certain alcoves, they are getting quite an audience, and obviously there is no shortage of volunteers, willing or otherwise. Some are probably finding out the hard way, what it is like to be taken by surprise in front of a lively crowd.

I recognise a girl called Sandra, whose wrists are stretched wide apart and shackled to a horizontal bar. She has separate long, slender horizontal rods through her nipples, fixed in place by golden pins emerging from their tips, and sharply spiked steel balls on both ends of each rod. Her legs are stretched apart to reveal her wet, hairless pussy lips with a shorter bar, a slender golden rod with a tiny ball on each end, inserted horizontally through the very tip of her unusually elongated clitoris. Her escort is skilfully encouraging her to move with synchronised strokes of a nastily split cane across her bare bottom, making those bars spin rapidly, twisting her nipples and her extraordinarily extended clitoris, until she is helplessly convulsing, gasping with pain and excitement.

I cannot imagine how Sandra can take such extreme treatment, and still show every sign of enjoyment. Her nipples and clitoris must surely be on fire from the twisting of those terrible spinning bars. It would be just like Wanda to fit me with bars like that. I hope she doesn't think of it.

One of Sandra's audience is a girl whose wrists are cuffed to a thick leather collar. She has a long silver rod joining her nipples. A chain runs down from the centre of this bar to a large gold ring that emerges from between her pussy lips. It looks so much like mine that I know immediately where she must have had it done.

It is strange that Wanda doesn't wear rings like that herself, when she is obviously obsessed by the idea of them. It must be different for her, being dominant, rather than submissive like the majority of us. Wanda is in her element with either male or female slaves, but she is peculiarly reluctant to try the submissive role. That is not the only mystery surrounding Wanda. I can't help feeling that she is really missing something, even if she has a lot of the most exciting bondage ideas that I have ever come across.

I love the feel of my pussy ring. I am a little more accustomed to it now, but the first few weeks were intolerably distracting. I could hardly walk without having an orgasm. I still find it difficult to hurry. Once my clitoris becomes aroused, even gentle motion of the ring reduces me to a state of tingling arousal. It only has to swing a little further to touch the erect tip of my aroused clitoris. That particular sensation is indescribable. So I do not dare to hurry. Being led by a leash attached to my ring is even worse, but there is nothing a girl can do to resist a sensation like that. I am so easily brought to a climax that there is little point in trying to avoid it. Even when I am allowed to remain still, its presence between my legs is a potent reminder of what it can do to me, but Ian is more likely to encourage me with an occasional unexpected stroke of a whip or a cane, or see how long it takes me to reach an orgasm with someone chasing me.

I know that Wanda is waiting for me, and there is little chance of escaping whatever she is planning to do to me. Generously, she assumes that I can endure whatever her inventive mind dreams up. I take that as a compliment. Ours is not a nice relationship. She brings out things buried deep inside me, sometimes nasty things, usually things that hurt more than they please me. I always feel a deep excitement, especially when she pushes my limits beyond anything I had previously thought I could take. That is what it means to be her slave.

There is a peculiar transition from freedom to captivity. It would feel all wrong if I was expected to give right in immediately and without any contest. I want to be surprised, to be overcome, to know that my best efforts are useless. Wanda has a knack of taking control before I realise what is happening, and then it is beautifully, deliciously too late, and I have no choice but to obey her. She makes me feel at my ease, and the things she asks me to do seem perfectly innocent, even when I know exactly what she is up to. And then there is that very special moment, when she takes control with deft expertise and strength before I have time to even think of resisting her. And then I am always punished for my stupidity, to show that I am truly a slave.

I like to be the centre of attention, but I am weak, and it is better that I am wearing a gag. It is always tempting to protest, to plead for mercy. When I am gagged I can yell as loudly as I like and I know it will make no difference. Wanda never discusses my limits with me. She just moves them when she pleases. She is right. I should not be trying to control the proceedings when she should be dominating me. You never know how something will feel until you have tried it. Wanda invents things I would never have thought of, and she keeps on moving the boundaries just when I think I have found out where they are.

My breasts are nicely rounded, and almost as firm as solid muscle. Even without support they thrust out beautifully. That opens up a number of painful possibilities, like rope bondage and breast whipping. Floppy breasts are not very popular with whipmasters. They are just unruly. Luckily my breasts don't lose their shape when they are bound, even tightly. Wanda likes me in a hogtie, because then my breasts stick out like turrets, and my nipple rings are tempting to play with. I have resigned myself to being chosen by Wanda more often than the other girls. I know I look good from every angle, and so far I have taken everything she has dished out. I am resigned to becoming a regular guest at her exclusive parties. The worse it gets, the more I am drawn into it. She understands that perfectly. I would not have it any other way.

We are passing another alcove, where five well-spaced couches are occupied by girls whose ankles are lifted high and wide apart, while their wrists are tethered to the floor on either side, and a waist strap is having the curiously erotic effect of tilting their hips upwards. Each one is getting a different treatment. Their tormentors are teasing them mercilessly. I recognise a small cat-of-nine-tails made from silk. It is one of Wanda's favourites. There are other more painful implements. One of the girls is being fucked energetically while her nipples are stretched upwards by silken cords attached to her nipple rings. She is squirming beautifully, and I cannot help feeling a little jealous.

My breasts are not my only attractive feature. I am also quite tall, but not enough to be intimidating. My long shapely legs are firm from regular exercise, and my bottom is temptingly rounded. My black hair is well-behaved, even when I let it grow. Today I cut it short. I didn't want to hide my face, which everybody says is captivatingly pretty. There is a little oriental in my blood. Perhaps that is what they all find so interesting. An attentive observer might notice it in the shape of my eyes, and the way I am rounded. More obvious is my jet black hair, especially the sparse wisps that adorn my perfectly smooth, but temptingly plump sex lips. The oriental comes out even more strongly in my sexual inclinations. I crave for experiences that go far beyond the limits of pleasure and pain that most people can stand.

I am a living work of art. I love to dance in my natural state of nudity, and to be admired while I do it. To be inspected and not to dance is something clinical, not something enjoyable. When I am stretched so taut in bondage that I can barely move I feel that I can express myself perfectly. My sex can be inspected minutely without causing me any embarrassment. If I am gagged, I am also spared the inconvenience of having to object for the sake of appearances. Struggling only adds to the artistic effect. Wanda likes to participate by controlling my movements with a whip or a cane. It is a lot more difficult to control my response when she uses a tawse or a cat. My orgasms are wild under the cat. She knows exactly how to lay those plets into my tenderest places. I am made to feel that I am completely at her mercy. She keeps me on the edge for what seems like hours before she lets me climax. It is terrible to be bound and want release desperately while she keeps me from an orgasm with her deliberate, calculated pauses, enslaving me by the intensity of my pain and the excitement of anticipation.

***** *****

That distracting thought reminds me of my burning bottom. It was a new experience to be whipped on a genuine looking medieval whipping block. Until today I would not have believed that this place could exist, just thirty minutes from downtown Las Vegas. This hall alone is huge. The height must be at least eight stories, and inside there are hundreds of alcoves, niches and balconies. All the way up to the ceiling I can see cameos. There are hogtied girls suspended from balconies over a fifty foot drop, others stretched by elastics in mid air between the walls, girls wriggling on dildo posts, others bound over beams, and some bound upside down to wooden frames. Everywhere I see girls being whipped and caned. A few are receiving more specialised treatment, with electric dildos and other sex machines. I suspect that worse torments are reserved for private alcoves, and other locked rooms leading off the hall.

I was caught when I had barely entered the hall from the locker room. The block had fascinated me as soon as I saw it, raised on a knee-high dais. I just stood there, staring at it. Perhaps I should have paid a little more attention to its two muscular attendants. They must have been waiting for a suitable guest to practise on, and I had hesitated just long enough to betray my interest.

'Young lady, you look just right for a turn on the Block,' they had said.

My feet were frozen as they approached me. My head spun with conflicting emotions as they gripped my arms and lifted me effortlessly off the ground, turning towards the Block. Suddenly I panicked. I was quite helpless in their grip, but I didn't dare to admit even to myself that I was scared. Perhaps they only want me to model for them, I told myself. I didn't want to chicken out in front of my friends Mandy and Ian, who were watching from the other side of the block, obviously enjoying my predicament.

'Go on Stephanie, be a sport,' my friend Mandy called out.

'That's the stuff, Stephanie, show them you can take it,' Ian shouted.

'Just watch those tits move,' came from an appreciative stranger. I looked up. He was displaying a rather impressive erection, but what fascinated me was the pair of tiny spiked skulls that enclosed his nipples; not something I wanted to get close to. Most of the spikes pointed outwards.

'Hey Stephanie, show us your pussy over here,' someone followed. The attendants lifted me, grabbed my kicking ankles, pulled my legs apart and turned me around to give everyone a good look, making sure to jiggle my rings as they did so. I gasped as my pleasure grew. I was going to climax very soon, if they kept this up. My obvious excitement brought more delighted comments from the crowd.

'Let's see how she dances to the whip,' a female voice came from behind me.

There were other cries of 'Yes,' and 'Get on with it then!' from other girls.

I wondered how enthusiastic they would be if our positions were reversed. I had an amusing thought. They had gathered around with a naive lack of caution, and my captors would need another girl as soon as they had finished with me. Anyone who was silly enough to attract attention to herself was very likely to be next. They would soon find out how it felt to be controlled with such masterful ease. I could see that this was going to be a popular event at the party.

The block looked even more forbidding at close range. My knees fitted nicely into the two grooves at its base. When they had tightened the straps behind my knees, I felt completely helpless. They pulled me forward by my wrists until I lay over the block. It was smooth and cold, but not too uncomfortable. Clips secured my wrist cuffs on either side. I was surprised to have so much freedom to move my upper body. A broad strap over my waist immobilised the rest of me. It was so tight that I could hardly breathe. It tilted my hips upwards. I knew my vulva was protruding lewdly between my smooth, tautly stretched bottom cheeks. Fighting the straps was exciting, especially when my pussy ring began to swing. Someone reached between my legs, pulled my ring down and clipped it to a latch that was obviously positioned in the block for that very purpose. It was only at that point that I realised how perfectly it was designed for a girl ringed through the ridge of her clitoris hood. My ring was so tautly stretched that any movement brought a hard, painful jerk at my clitoris.

'Keep still for a moment, Stephanie,' a voice said, unnecessarily. I had no intention of moving even a muscle if I could help it! A hand reached forward and moved a lever.

'Owwwww!' I yelled as sharp points emerged from the block and pricked my breasts. I struggled, but I couldn't lift my breasts clear of the wicked points. My yelling was quickly silenced. They forced a thick, soft rubbery gag into my mouth, and strapped it tightly in place. Fingers were busy at my nipple rings. I felt two gentle tugs, then a stronger tug as thick elastics pulled my breasts down towards those terrible spikes. I arched my back in desperation. My nipples were stretched painfully. If I relaxed the spikes pricked my breasts. I was going to finish up like a pincushion. I had never been so comprehensively immobilised. Worse still, my bottom was tilted cheekily upwards, into a perfect position for punishment. I was ready, gagged and helpless. I couldn't think of anything they had forgotten, and if I had it was sure to be something painful. The outcome was ominously predictable. I shivered.

'Stephanie darling, you look excellent,' Mandy called out, with her usual subtlety.

As usual, she was completely missing the point. She had no idea how this felt.

Fingers poked rudely at my vulva. They felt greasy. They tugged a narrow thong up from the base of the block, through my pussy ring, between my pussy lips, between my bottom cheeks, and fastened it tightly to the back of the waist strap. It cut deeply into my slit. I knew all about saddle straps. I knew exactly what was coming. I tensed, suspecting that they were ready to begin.

'Would anyone like to tease this bundle of wickedness, before we start?'

I shivered as the crowd surged forward. Amateurs are dangerous at times like this. I felt as if a dozen excited spectators was fondling me with varying degrees of roughness. Inquisitive fingers stroked my sex lips on either side of the saddle strap, and tested the tautness of my pussy ring. Rough hands pinched and kneaded my breasts and buttocks. I felt like a piece of meat being prepared for cooking, rather than any kind of erotic offering. At least some of them were a little more subtle with their caresses. They were probably girls, but you could never be sure of a thing like that.

'I'll tell you what, why don't we fuck, when you have finished playing with those crapheads,' Ian whispered into my ear, while his knowing fingers managed to stroke my parted labia with a familiar gentleness. I couldn't even give him a rude answer. My body was responding unbidden to his practised teasing. I quivered as the accustomed tingling began. I could have killed him, if I wasn't so helpless.

I was so distracted that I didn't even notice when he stepped back and joined the crowd.

'Swisssssh Sniccck!' I heard the unmistakeable sound of the whip hurtling towards me, and then an even more awful sound, that could only mean it had impacted on my tightly clenched cheeks.

'Mmmmmphhhh!' Fire streaked across my bottom as the lash curled accurately below my cheeks from hip to hip. I convulsed instantly in a violent climax, but even in the throes of an orgasm I could scarcely move a millimetre. The crowd chattered loudly. They were enjoying my discomfiture. Silence told me that I was about to receive another vicious stroke. The whip flicked accurately between my cheeks. I screamed into my gag as fire exploded up the line of the saddle strap. I fought wildly. My struggles only brought a vicious tug at my pussy ring, which triggered another instant climax.

I heard appreciative noises like 'Wow!' and 'Just watch her wriggle!' as if anyone was doing anything else, and 'That's right, good shot!' from Ian. The bastard. I would like to see him whipped like this. A business-like ring protruded from the steel collar around his balls. It would be handy to secure him with. It might even fit into that latch set into the block between my legs. I smiled at the thought.

The attendants took it in turns. They must have had plenty of practice. I could tell that by the pain and accuracy of the leisurely strokes they gave me.

Mandy was standing close, right in front of me. She seemed completely unaware that from where I was, close to the ground, I had a fine view up her short red skirt. Between her plump smoothly shaved lips a pink morsel glistened with her juices. I couldn't help smiling at the thought of Mandy getting off on the display I was giving. Obviously her thoughts were not of sympathy, but I couldn't blame her. The sight of my own response to the pain was enough to set anyone off, and I know Mandy. Anything like that is like a flame to a moth. Her limited imagination feeds on sights like this.

Mandy has a lovely tall, shapely figure. The microskirt was all she was wearing, apart from a pair of shiny red boots. Her bare, shapely breasts displayed a pretty pair of golden nipple rings matching my own, but hers were joined by a slender gold chain, and her auburn hair was cut short, pixie style.

Unlike many of the other girls, Mandy was not pierced between her legs. It was a pity. Apart from the fun she was missing, a ring emerging from between her pretty hairless lips would be stunning. She knew exactly what I was looking at. Smiling wickedly she parted her legs to give me a better view. If she knew what I was thinking of, she might not be quite so pleased with herself. She was perfectly made to take a ring through the swollen ridge of her clitoris hood, near the top of her slit. I was glad of the distraction. It took my mind off the pain of my whipping for a few precious moments.

Another merciless, accurate stroke burned its way across my bare bottom.

'Hey, Stephanie!' Mandy called. 'He is brilliant, isn't he!'

Those were not exactly my own sentiments at that particular moment. She was squirming with excitement. I was sure she was just as wet between her legs as I was. She might be a good candidate to try this next. Beside her Ian was watching me attentively. He might have seen Mandy's hand reaching under her skirt, but he couldn't see her fingers teasing their way between her lips. I had a perfect view of her exertions as she brought herself quickly to a gasping climax. It was so exciting to watch her that I exploded in another violent orgasm of my own.

The vicious strokes continued. My bottom cheeks were on fire. It took a supreme effort to keep my breasts off those wicked spikes. The carefully timed strokes brought me to one orgasm after another until I could barely distinguish the pleasure from the pain. It was an anticlimax when the last stroke fell. My tormentors bowed, smiling to the appreciative crowd.

There were calls of 'Well done, you lovely lass,' from one onlooker, followed by a belated 'Hey, don't stop now, you were just getting into the rhythm,' from a girl I remembered from another party, a pretty young brunette called Kim, who was dressed in a brief black rubber skirt and halter.

Kim was obviously enjoying my predicament, and didn't want the fun to stop.

'Well, young lady,' came the reply. 'Perhaps she does need a little more attention. Why don't you come up here and give her some yourself.'

Kim stepped forward with a grin. 'Why, thanks,' she answered. 'I don't mind if I do.'

They handed her the whip, and showed her where to stand to keep it clear of the crowd.

Kim was merciless. I knew the type. She has no inhibitions, no compunction about really hurting a girl, unlike the male attendants, who were expert, but far more controlled. I wondered how far they would let her go. She must have done this before, I realised. Her seeming inexperience was just an act. After some really vicious strokes across my thighs, she gave a few wicked cuts into my burning crevice. I was beginning to worry that she might cause some real damage when at long last the attendants stepped in and removed the whip. They stood on either side of Kim while she took a bow, obviously pleased with herself. The audience cheered while Mandy helped Ian to release me.

'That will teach you to stand there gawping,' Ian said, when at last he had me down off the dais.

I felt like giving him a very rude answer, but neither of them had bothered to remove my gag, and I couldn't see properly to do it myself. I had a good idea what Ian had in mind, and I just let him stick his forefingers through my nipple rings, and lift me up. My nipples were sore, but I was just too shaken to protest, and I didn't mind a fucking to distract me from the pain. My pussy lips were raw and burning, but I was as juicy as could be. Ian pushed his cock smoothly up into me, and fucked me with a rhythm that soon had me squirming again, oblivious of the attention we were getting.

Kim was too pleased with herself to realise her predicament until it was much too late. In a moment they gripped her arms firmly, lifted her effortlessly off the ground, and stripped her naked. At first she was too startled to protest, and then we were treated to the spectacular sight of her delicately curved, evenly tanned nudity. Her breasts were perfection itself, tipped with hard brown buds, each transfixed by a slender golden ring. Her neat curly bush matched her close cropped hair, but that was not all. When they stretched her legs apart, there it was, a thick golden ring embedded deep in the fleshy ridge of her clitoris, just like mine. I was even more interested in her obvious state of arousal. Her slit was dripping with juices, her vulva swollen and parted to reveal the glistening pinkness of her pussy. Quickly they lowered her to the ground, and her noisy protests were soon muffled as the gag was stuffed deep into her mouth and strapped tightly in place. I knew exactly how it felt. I had no sympathy at all, after the way she had treated me. Soon she was a helpless captive strapped tightly to the block. She squirmed in a desperate effort to keep her lovely breasts away from those awful spikes. I enjoyed the sight of another naked girl struggling in exactly the same position I had occupied just a few minutes ago, especially after the way she had treated me.

Her vulva protruded rather temptingly. I was not the only one to notice.

'Fuck her, you silly bastards,' someone called irreverently.

'Go on, teach her a lesson she will remember,' someone else called. Obviously she had not learned that attracting attention to yourself could be dangerous around here.

Having an experience like that might teach Kim something, but it would not cure her sadistic streak.

It was odd to feel Ian's cock thrusting deep into my own pussy, while several of the others fucked Kim roughly, one by one. She did her best to distract them, hoping they would go easy on her afterwards. She wriggled enticingly and manipulated them with her inner muscles. She had underestimated her captors, who continued to fuck her between accurately placed strokes of the whip. The contractions this produced must have given them a heavenly time. I watched, fascinated. The whip flicked accurately, deep into the gaping pinkness of her pussy. I climaxed the moment I saw her convulse with pleasure. It was too much to watch her writhing while my own pussy was still burning after the way she had punished me with the same wicked-looking whip. If revenge was sweet, this was utter delight.

'Go on, make sure you hurt her,' the calls came, but her suffering was not to end so quickly. They took care to torment every part of her body in turn. I watched her scream as the whip covered her breasts with a spidery tracing of red, returning to her inner thighs, and then the soles of her feet.

Meanwhile Ian was still pumping steadily into me. I wondered how long he could keep it up. With each silky stroke of his shaft my pleasure grew inexorably from a deep, soothing sweetness to heady expanding waves of delight that threatened to submerge me. The gag muffled my gasps as Ian quickened his pace, and I gripped him as tightly as I could in my silky love tunnel as his warm seed spurted deep into me. I was shaking helplessly when he lowered me to the ground. Without a word, he was gone. The bastard.

Surprisingly, there were plenty of volunteers to take Kim's place, and she couldn't get away from there quickly enough. After my experience with the block, I wondered if Wanda had designed other kinds of torture equipment specially for girls wearing rings like mine. Perhaps there were girls who had worn them for years, but the smart money went on this being something Wanda had convinced them all to do in the last few months! I expect Wanda is getting a nice commission from the piercing studio, but all this equipment must have cost millions, and there must surely be something more behind all of this. I cannot see Wanda financing something like this without high-powered support.

I was so overwhelmed with sensation that I stood at the back of the crowd, my chest heaving, struggling to release my cuffs that some considerate soul had just locked together behind my back. That meant that I would not even be able to remove the gag that stuffed my mouth, much to my annoyance. I was glad that someone else was the focus of attention for a change.

***** *****

I am feeling very nervous now that we have arrived at the alcove where Wanda is waiting for me. I have a sinking feeling as she prepares a bondage frame for its next trembling victim. There is no sign of Kim. My Mistress is wearing a bright red rubber bikini, boots to match, and a thick black leather belt with leashes, whips, chains, handcuffs, dildos and all sorts of other useful accessories. As a Mistress she is perfection itself. It is hard to imagine her even pretending to be a submissive. But I know different. Deep down she wants to experience all of the scenarios she practices on the rest of us. Perhaps she tries them out during the quiet weeks between these parties, but I haven't figured out who she uses as a dominant. If she has a lover who has that kind of power over her, she keeps incredibly quiet about it.

The large vertical bondage frame reminds me of my first meeting with Wanda, at the Torture Garden Club in Chicago. I had been wandering around quite innocently, overwhelmed by all that bondage and sex. I could hardly believe what I was seeing, or how it made me feel. Wanda must have noticed the way I was trembling. She had just appeared, attached her leash to my collar without a word, and pulled me to a vertical bondage frame. I was far too excited to object as she stretched me taut in the frame. A small crowd gathered around to watch. First she aroused me with her fingers. I was in heaven until she began to whip me with expert viciousness, between my outstretched thighs. I screamed and screamed but didn't take any notice. She was merciless. My lips grew like leaves, exposing my tender clitoris. I lost count of the orgasms I had before she let me go. Later I gave her my address. Since then she has invited me to a few other parties, but none of them were anything like this. Between parties I dream about Wanda. I never know what she will think of next. That makes it all the more exciting to be around her. Once she gets started on me I forget time, place, everything.

She helps Derek into position in the frame. He is docile. She clips his ankles wide apart to the base, then she stretches long cords to his wrists before unfastening his cuffs. She turns a large handle, and winches his arms upward. He is stretched taut in the frame. He has an incredible erection. Wanda takes a wand tipped with feathers, and teases him between his legs. I can see drops of clear juice on the tip of his cock. She knows exactly how to torment him with light touches around the base of his cock, and then she caresses his inner thighs on either side of his ball sack.

Wanda beckons me closer and helpfully removes my gag. She attaches it to my belt. Derek's cock is dripping clear liquid juice onto the floor. It is rigid. I cannot help myself. I move closer until I can take it into my mouth, and I tickle it with darting movements of my tongue. He struggles, but he cannot escape. Meanwhile Wanda is tickling the soles of his feet with her feathery rod. He gasps as she caresses him all the way up the back of his legs to the firm cheeks of his bottom. I suck him slowly, rhythmically. It is awkward with my wrists bound behind my back. Wanda knows when he is about to come. She begins to cane his bottom. Suddenly his sticky seed spurts deep into my mouth. I have to swallow twice before he has finished.

Amazingly his cock is still stiffly erect. I lave it carefully with my tongue. Wanda smiles at me. Another climax will probably exhaust him. I am patient until he spurts a little liquid into my mouth.

Wanda produces a tiny key. She must have taken it from Ian. When she has freed my wrists she takes my hand and smiles. We leave our captive, ignoring his protests. Other guests are waiting to take their turn with him. Wanda smiles quietly as she leads me further down the hall. Nobody is paying any attention to us. I wonder what she has in mind for me, this time.

A small crowd of girls is gathered around a raised platform. A struggling girl is tied tightly to a ladder-like frame. Her leather-clad male attendant is busily sorting through a collection of piercing tools and body jewellery. The captive already has piercings rather like mine, in her nipples and the prominent ridge of her clitoris hood. I have an ominous feeling about this.

'What's going on, Wanda?' I ask.

'You will soon see,' she answers. 'Those rings are very special. They are like the rings real slaves used to wear, but they are made from a special new material. They are incredibly strong, seamlessly welded. Now that your piercings are well established they are just what you need. A slave should not be able to remove her rings whenever she feels like it.'

The attendant removes the girl's slender ball-closure rings from her piercings, one by one. The new rings are thicker. He inserts them carefully, using a heavyweight circlip pliar to hold them open, and then he seals them with a small welding iron. I wonder if she can feel the heat, but obviously he knows exactly what he is doing. When he unfastens the girl, she fingers her new rings hesitantly. I notice that she is flushed with excitement.

'You can do Stephanie next, Gilbert,' Wanda tells him.

She pushes me forward before I can think of an excuse. Her tone allows no argument. I let her lift my wrists. Gilbert's grip is like a pair of steel clamps. He lifts me effortlessly onto the platform. It is too late to get out of this. He secures me so tightly that I can barely move. It is tempting to struggle. I had better not move while he is anywhere near my tenderest parts with that welding iron.

Gilbert unscrews the ball closures from my nipple rings. My lower ring will not be so easy. I am so slippery down there that he will have a job finding my piercing, once he has removed my ring. Now he has sealed my nipple rings and he is busy at the piercing between my legs. My new nipple rings are a little heavier than my previous rings, but I like the way they feel. I gasp as a momentary warmth tells me that he has finished with my pussy ring. He is a very quick worker. When he loosens my straps, I feel so weak at the knees that I can hardly stand. My new pussy ring moves distractingly even when I stand still. Gilbert lowers me to join Wanda below the platform. It is outrageous, but this is just like Wanda. If she had her way, the entire female population of Los Angeles would be wearing slave rings like this, but I cannot imagine her volunteering to wear them too. Mistresses like her have their own set of rules!

Gilbert straps another girl to the ladder-frame. Wanda is standing behind me, stroking my neck. I shiver with pleasure as her fingers run excitingly down my arms and close gently around my wrists. I don't care what she does to me, as long as it feels as intoxicating as this. I watch Gilbert working on the new girl. Wanda is moving my hands a little closer. I know exactly what she is up to, but she is trying to keep me guessing. Gilbert is kneeling between the girl's legs. She is trembling. I am too involved to resist as Wanda presses my wrists quickly together. I feel the click as my cuffs lock together. It is just the kind of neat trick I expect from Wanda. She knows exactly how to fool me. I pull at my wrists as if I am desperate, but they don't give a millimetre. I am pleased. After all, that is why I am wearing this outfit with all its attachments. I wonder what Wanda will do with me now that I am her prisoner. The girl on the platform is enjoying a marvellous orgasm. I smile at her.

Wanda is like a child who has just been given a new toy. I am the toy. She turns me round to face her, and before I can protest she puts her finger through my pussy ring and jerks it roughly. I move forward without thinking. Much to my surprise, the experience is virtually painless. The ring feels comfortable, like a part of me. Wanda smiles. She is pleased with my reaction.

I look around at the girls who are eagerly queuing up to have their rings replaced. They are quite oblivious to everything else, and I don't think any of them noticed what Wanda just did to me. Even if they had, I doubt if they would have realised what it meant. I smile hesitantly at Wanda. She knows I will not say anything to the others - at least, while I am at her mercy..

'Well, Stephanie, let's get busy. I have something else to show you.'

With that she produces a slender chain. It has a wooden handle like a toggle at one end, and a shackle at the other. She snaps the shackle to my pussy ring with a loud click. I know what is coming next, but the exquisite sensation of her first hard jerk makes me feel light-headed. I stumble after her as every tug brings a frisson of pleasure. Even the lightest brush of the chain between my legs excites me. I had never imagined that anything could feel like this. I am too distracted to notice where she is taking me.

There is a paper sign over an entrance just below the lowest balcony. It says 'The Wall'. This is not something I have tried before. I am sure of that.

'Come on, Stephanie. It is in here.'

I hesitate for a moment in the doorway. She looks back with that gleam in her eye again. I know she is up to something.

'Yeeowwww!'

A sharp jerk at my pussy ring reminds me that she is in charge. She will not let me forget that she is my Mistress. It is the first time she has used real pain to control me like that. I feel like jumping in the air. It is awful that I can't protect that tender place between my legs. I hurt terribly.

'It's not all that bad, Stephanie,' she says quietly in my ear. 'You will soon get used to it. Just follow me closely, and I won't need to do it again.'

After that I follow her so closely that we are constantly touching. It is exciting to be so close to another girl. Her skin feels wonderfully smooth and sensual. Her scent is intoxicating. I wonder why it has never occurred to me before to make love to a girl. They are so perfectly made for erotic play, and there is that unique delicacy of touch. I brush my ringed nipples delicately against Wanda's back and her arm, the one holding the leash. I want her to feel that I am her obedient slave, and I want all the people watching us in here to know it too.

People are drifting along with us. Where Wanda goes, something interesting is bound to happen. They follow us into the room, but keep well back while Wanda tugs me close to The Wall. I can see a few oddly positioned hooks, bars and other projections, but I can't work out what they are for. I begin to feel weak at the knees again, for some inexplicable reason.

'Here, let me help you.'

Wanda makes me stand on two thick cubes of wood. I am facing the wall, my legs a little apart. Her hand reaches under my bottom. She lifts me a little. My pussy ring is caught on a hook that projects from the wall. It is rather too high for comfort. I will never get off it on my own.

She pulls my nipple rings upwards. My breasts stretch into cones as she hooks them onto another set of perfectly positioned hooks. If I will slip those rings will rip right out of me. I try to keep still, but she is merciless. I feel the soft touch of her fingers caressing me. She strokes me gently upmy back, between my legs, down my arms and behind my knees until I am tingling all over.

I feel awkward when she unclips my wrists. One by one she lifts the rings on my wrist cuffs up, out to the side, and over the hooked ends of long bars that project far out from the wall. I am arched so far back that my nipples are stretched even tighter. I feel even more precarious when she lifts one of my ankles out and up and hooks it to the end of another long bar. I am standing on one leg, struggling not to slip off the last remaining wooden block. A moment later my other ankle is pulled painfully outward. I am doing the splits, a helpless captive of the wall. My flesh is stretched taut by the ring embedded in my clitoris ridge. I know Wanda would not stretch me out like this just to look at me. I look imploringly at her.

'Don't worry, Stephanie, you are quite safe. Nothing can possibly tear you loose.'

Sure enough, I feel her fingers running over my body. She caresses me again. I am as taut as a violin string. My body responds unbidden. I cannot resist her relentless, maddeningly exciting touch. I squirm helplessly, in a futile struggle to evade her persistent teasing, but the more I move the closer I am to a climax. I am on the brink of an explosion when she steps back suddenly, without warning. I know what is coming. There is nothing I can do. My bottom is already hurting from the whipping I had earlier. I hear the swish of a cane. The sound is familiar. I know exactly what I am going to feel when the whip finds its target, which is surely my tautly stretched bottom cheeks. I wish she had allowed me a gag.

'Aaaaah! No, don't, Wanda please!'

'Hush, Stephanie, Hush!'

Fire sears my tautly stretched bottom. Wanda ignores the instant explosion of pleasure. Her strokes continue at breathtaking intervals. In between, the onlookers are allowed to feel the heat of my bottom cheeks, and even to explore my tautly stretched nipples and pussy flesh. I squirm, gasping as my body explodes in one climax after another. The pleasure is unbearable. I cannot help pulling violently at my rings. I cannot get out of this impossible cycle of pleasure and pain.

'Ooooh! No, Wanda, not that!'

I feel the caress of the whip. She brings its tip gently up between my thighs to touch the slippery division of my pussy lips. I know it is futile to struggle, but I can't help myself. What is going to follow will certainly not be gentle, if I know Wanda. It is just like her to make me anticipate the pain like this. I turn my head and look at her. She has that wicked gleam in her eye.

'Yeeowww!'

I scream loudly when the whip snaps viciously into my crotch. She finds the exact place where she touched me so gently just moments before. My pussy is on fire with pain, but the heat brings another uncontrollable climax. I am scarcely aware of the applause Wanda is getting from the audience. By the time I have received three more strokes my pussy is numb with pain. I am just a pretty, helpless target for her whip. At first I am relieved when she changes her aiming point to my breasts, but soon I realise that it is worse. I feel as if my ordeal has lasted for days, and I don't even realise that she has finished when she comes close and caresses me gently again.

'How was that, love?'

I am speechless. Her fingers stray knowingly into the raw entrance of my pussy. My relief is so intense that I convulse again the moment she touches my clitoris. I know it is swollen and incredibly sensitive after the whipping. I try to relax, but I know that I cannot stop her bringing me to a climax. The slightest touch would set me off. Every movement brings more exquisite tugs at my nipples and pussy ring. It is simply unbearable. I am terrified that those rings will tear right out of me. When my explosion comes I scream again and again until I am completely exhausted.

When Wanda finally releases me I can hardly believe that the rings have done no damage after all my violent struggling. I am not comforted by the thought. It opens up far too many tempting possibilities to someone like Wanda. I just stand there, shaking uncontrollably. The tears pour down my cheeks. Wanda gives me a big hug, and I kiss her deeply. The onlookers are all applauding loudly.

'You are a brave girl, Stephanie,' she tells me. 'That was quite a performance.'

'I don't know if I can take much more treatment like that,' I tell her honestly. 'It was marvellously exciting, but it was just too intense. I was sure my rings would tear right out of me.'

'Don't worry,' she answers with a smile. 'They can take a lot worse punishment than that. You will see, all in good time.'

That sounds much too ominous for comfort. I shiver with excitement while she runs her fingertips lightly down my arms. Suddenly she is holding my wrists gently but firmly. When she brings them down to my sides I know exactly what she means to do. My cuffs click into place. I pull gently, but my wrists are imprisoned on either side of my waist. Now I cannot touch her, or even myself. Curiously it is the fact that my rings are out of my reach that affects me most deeply, especially when she reaches under me and caresses my tingling pussy lips with her fingers.

'You are just so delicious, Stephanie. I think I am in love with you.'

I am too excited to think of evasion. Quickly she snaps her leash to my ring. I am happy to be her slave again. My breasts quiver as I stand trembling in front of her. My nipple rings swing lazily. I look deeply into her eyes. I don't fully understand what I see. I am more excited than I can remember. She is anxious to get me away from here before someone in the crowd has other ideas.

I am distracted, and when she gives me a sharp tug I am surprised. I stumble as she heaves my body into motion, but I quickly find my balance and follow her obediently. I must take care to avoid any more silly mistakes like that.

She leads me into the hall. Mandy is coming towards us. She smiles at me, turning to show me a very impressive set of whip marks across her bottom. Her breasts look as though they have received a similar kind of attention. I know exactly how it feels to have my breasts whipped. I am surprised to find her so cheerful after a painful treatment like that. I am surprised that she is being allowed to walk around with her hands quite free.

'Hi, Stephanie! What have you been up to? Ian and Kim gave me a great time on one of those dildo posts. I had no idea how much fun it could be. Do you like my stripes?'

I would love to feel her bottom. It must be scorching. With my wrists cuffed behind me like this I can't get my hands close enough. Wanda seems fascinated by the chain joining Mandy's nipples.

'Hi, Mandy! You are making me jealous. Wanda has just shown me what it is like on The Wall. I don't recommend it, though. Have you seen what Gilbert is doing over there? He has real slave rings, and they are incredible.'

While we are talking Wanda gives Mandy 's chain a little tug. I cannot help laughing. Her large pink nipples stretch, and her breasts nod towards each other. It is so funny that Wanda does it again. Soon we are all in fits of laughter.

'Let me feel yours, Stephanie. They look super.'

'Of course, Mandy, go ahead.'

Mandy feels my nipple rings, and then she reaches between my legs. I cannot help squirming a little when her playful attentions awaken my clitoris again. With my hands cuffed out of the way, and Wanda holding me still with her leash, I could not object even if I wanted to, but for once she is being pleasantly gentle. Her fingers curl upwards and wiggle to tease their way into my slippery vulva. I clench my muscles to tell her that I know what she is playing at. She smiles innocently, while her forefinger rubs the slippery smooth tip of my cervix. She knows I hate it when she does that. I am incredibly tender just there. Fortunately I am so slippery just now that I don't mind it at all. She leans close to my ear.

'Shall I tell you a secret? I have a ring inside me, just there. Nobody knows, except you.'

I am stunned. A ring through the head of her cervix! Now I realise why Mandy has not wanted to be pierced through her clitoral ridge. But Wanda overheard her telling me.

'My dear, let me see! Oh! How marvellous! You could have a little chain there! You darling!' Wanda is completely off her head now, exploring busily deep in Mandy's pussy. She finds a small chain attached to her belt and inserts it carefully, clipping it to Mandy's mysterious ring.

'Come on, I'll take you to Gilbert. He will love this.'

Cheerfully Wanda leads us both towards the platform, where Gilbert is just as busy as he was before. One the way we pass Ian. He is walking hand in hand with Kim. I admire Kim's rings. It is incredible to see circles of thick gold possessing those firm brown nipples. She is walking a little awkwardly. I am not surprised. The stout looking thick, burnished gold ring in her clitoris ridge bobs up and down with every step. She is obviously not used to it. I would like to see Kim punished on the Wall. I wonder if she would take the kind of treatment Wanda has just given me without screaming her head off!

Wanda nods at Ian, as if to tell him something. He grins knowingly. I wonder what that is all about. I think Wanda has something planned for Kim. If I have anything to do with it, it will be something very painful. She may be a bitch, but I have to admit that she is absolutely stunning. Ian seems to be leading her towards a stand where someone is whipping a hogtied girl with a nasty-looking multi-stranded whip that looks suspiciously like a cat. I hope Kim will be the next to feel it across her wicked bottom.

'Mandy, I am going to take Stephanie up to Julian, and I will be back for you in a few minutes. Just wait for me after Gilbert has finished with you, will you darling? I have a surprise for both of you.'

'OK, Wanda,' she answers brightly. 'See you later!'

Wanda watches Gilbert finish with the girl he is working on. He comes down off the platform, takes the end of Mandy's pussy chain from Wanda, and then his inquisitive fingers follow the slender chain to where it disappears right inside her. He is obviously quite taken with her unusually placed ring, and he also seems to enjoy the chain that joins her lovely nipples. I watch him lead her close to the platform. He fastens her pussy chain to a heavy ring bolt on the edge of the platform, and binds her wrists behind her. She grins at me as Wanda leads me away. I would have loved to watch him deal with her, but she has other priorities. I wonder if he will change that special ring right inside her.

At the end of the hall we come to a row of doors. One is marked: 'Bondage Room'. A great staircase sweeps elegantly up to the accommodation above the hall. Below there are doors marked 'Pillory' and 'Rack', 'Suspension' and 'Tank'. A thick oaken door is simply marked 'Private'. I wonder what exotic activity is hidden behind it. It has a security lock. Wanda enters a sequence of figures to open it. That explains why she will have to return for Mandy. Obviously this is not a place open to ordinary guests. Behind the door a short corridor leads to a steel-reinforced door. Wanda speaks into an entry phone and the door clicks open. She tugs me forward up a staircase. I tremble with excitement. What can possibly exceed what is going on out in the hall?

There is no door at the top. We are in a long, narrow corridor, like an art gallery. It curves to the left. On that side there are several windows in deep recesses. It looks as if they are all empty. Until we get closer I will just have to contain my curiosity.

A man comes forward to welcome us. He is attractively muscular. He has a black leather cache-sexe, with a matching set of gold studded leather belt, collar and wristlets. They must have cost a fortune. He has all sorts of items attached to his belt. While I admire him, Wanda unclips her leash from my ring. I wonder what is going on. My wrist cuffs are still locked to my waist belt.

'Hi, Wanda!' The hunk greets her with a friendly kiss. 'Who is this?'

'Hello Julian, this is Stephanie. What do you think of her?'

Julian has obviously done this before. I stand obediently while he checks me out. He squeezes my breasts, pats my bottom, runs his hands down my thighs, and then feels quickly between my legs. I wait for his verdict. It is not quite what I am expecting.

'Very choice, Wanda. I think she will go down a treat.'

'By the way, Julian, A girl called Mandy is with Gilbert. She will be ready in a few minutes. Will you take her straight into the Ring? I will be down as soon as Stephanie is ready. Tell her I won't be long.'

When Julian goes we are alone. I am curious to see what is happening out those windows. Obviously this is some sort of viewing gallery overlooking an arena down below. I am curious to know why Wanda called it the Ring. Wanda puts her arm around my shoulder, and we step right in to the middle alcove.

'This one gives the best view. What do you think?'

I approach the window. There is a thick, padded bar just below waist-height. It is comfortable to lean on. Below, through the window, all I can see is a stone floor with a few odd-looking posts dotted around. Judging by the ropes I can see attached to some of the posts, they are used for some kind of bondage game. This is getting more exciting by the minute.

Wanda caresses my bottom. I stand with my legs a little apart. I feel wonderfully relaxed already. She begins to caress me gently between my legs with her fingers. Suddenly there is a firm tug at my pussy ring. I look down over the padded bar. A leather thong stretches from my seamless pussy ring to a thick horizontal steel bar, that crosses the floor length window below the padded bar. The thong disappears through a smoothly rounded hole in the middle of the rigid steel bar.

I don't think I can release myself even if she releases my hands. If I fight the tension, it yields a little, but the moment I stop it reels me in so tightly that I can barely move. There is obviously some kind of mechanism hidden in the bar. I am enjoying myself. There is only one thing better than a good fuck, and that is a delightful surprise like this.

'Oooooh, Wanda! This is super,' I tell her brightly.

'I'm glad you like it. Here, let me make you more comfortable!'

There is not a lot I can do except cooperate, as she pulls each of my ankles to the side and attaches my cuff-rings to shackles wide apart, on either side of the alcove. My pussy lips are stretched open. My moist inner lips are exposed to the coolness of the air.

Two golden chains with beautifully worked links hang from a slender bar that crosses the window. They look much too short to reach my nipple rings, which is a pity. I am sure they would feel sensational. Wanda plays with my nipples until I think they are going to explode. She pulls one of my nipple rings upwards until my breast is stretched into a taut cone. I am surprised to discover that the chain is now just long enough. I wriggle as she clips the chain deftly to my nipple ring. Now my breast is stretched upwards by the chain. A moment later my other breast is also impossibly stretched. I am flushed with excitement. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. Wanda kisses me again, as if she is pleased with my obedience. I am not yet sure what all this means, but it is super fun.

One by one she releases my wrists. I pretend to resist as she clips my cuffs to rings set wide apart in the wall on either side of the window. When she has finished she takes the gag from my belt and forces the soft rubber ball into my mouth. I feel the straps tighten around my neck. I am silenced. My heartbeat quickens. Suddenly I have a lot of questions to ask. I look imploringly at Wanda. She grins as if to say, tough!

I have an excellent view of the arena. Stone walls about twelve feet high surround a circular open space, where there are tall posts fitted with ropes, shorter posts with smooth round tops, horizontal bars and frames. Heavy rings are set into the floor by each piece of apparatus. Outside the central area, passages lead to a smaller enclosure, which holds a number of giant lizard-like beasts. Fortunately their enclosure has a very strong looking, and heavily barred gate.

I feel a gentle, insistent vibration from the thong. It is doing indescribable things to my clitoris. However I move it carries on relentlessly. I feel like a finely tuned violin being played by an expert musician. At any moment I will explode with sensation. The more I fight it, the more intense it becomes.

A door opens below. Mandy enters the arena and wanders around curiously. She even looks up at me. In my present condition she can be forgiven for not recognising me. The new rings in her nipples are larger than mine and look very pretty indeed, but there is no sign of a new ring between her legs.

I hear a noise behind us, and turn my head. Julian has returned. He watches approvingly as Wanda begins to caress me again. I tingle all over. Wanda caresses the tips of my elongated nipples by circling them with her fingernails. I can hardly contain myself. I am sure my nipples will burst, if she carries on like this.

'That young woman is ready for you in the Ring, Wanda,' Julian tells her.

'OK, we had better not leave her alone too long,' she answers. 'I will leave my outfit up here.'

Julian is obviously enjoying a few private thoughts as Wanda removes her bright red bikini. I can imagine what they are. I strain my head around to watch as she reveals the secrets she was so shy to reveal to the other guests. She has a generously curved figure, with lovely rounded breasts. A thick pelt of natural flaxen hair conceals a delightfully neat slit, with prettily plump lips. From this awkward angle I cannot tell if there is a ring hidden somewhere down there. Her pert bottom is as tempting as her long shapely legs, and her clear blue eyes. Her bright, red-tipped nipples are obviously well perforated, and studded with expensive looking jewels, but I am surprised to see that she is not wearing any rings.

She whispers quietly in my ear.

'Be still, Stephanie. Don't worry, you are not going to miss anything. Just watch carefully!'

Wearing only her boots she strides to the door and disappears down the stairs. Moments later she emerges to join Mandy in the arena. She whispers something to Mandy and they both start laughing, waving up at me. I am not exactly in a position to respond, but I wriggle anyway.

Julian is behind me. The gentle vibration at my clitoris has brought me to a breathless quivering. My pussy is dripping wet. I want him to fuck me, but he has other ideas, or perhaps even orders. I hear a swish. Pain streaks across the tender underside of my bottom cheeks. The cane burns deep. I wriggle helplessly. The pain is excruciating, overwhelming the sensations of pleasure that had begun to course through me.

Wanda begins to chase Mandy playfully around the circular arena. Mandy is quick. She even has time to do handstands and cartwheels. I catch exciting glimpses of her prettily shaven slit, before she escapes just ahead of Wanda. But Wanda is gaining. It seems inevitable that she will soon catch up with Mandy, who is doing her best to be elusive. From time to time she grins up at me, and I know they are putting on a show for my benefit. It looks like innocent fun. The closer Wanda gets to Mandy the more excited they get. I am beginning to wonder what Wanda will do after she catches her. When Wanda herself turns a cartwheel I notice a hint of gold between her legs. With her legs wide apart, I can see a thick gold barbell through the ridge of her clitoris, exactly where I have my own piercing. So that is her secret, I reflect as I watch their playful game. I cannot imagine why she is so reticent about displaying the rings that obviously excite her so much.

Julian continues with casual, well-spaced strokes of the cane. I forget that my legs are parted, until he flicks it accurately up into my vulva. My screams are muffled by the ball gag that distends my mouth. So this is why Wanda gagged me! He does it again and again, with a methodical indifference. I contort with pain, but the heat brings rushes of pleasure. I know there is nothing I can do to make him stop. Oh no! I feel myself coming! Ah! I tear wildly at the chains as explosions of pleasure convulse me, but that only makes it worse. My nipples hurt dreadfully. The slightest touch from Julian will set me off again. But for the moment he is showing no inclination to attend to me any further.

In my distraction I have paid no attention to what is happening in the arena down below. When I recover my breath I see that Wanda has caught up with Mandy, who is leaning against one of the posts, obviously exhausted. She makes little effort to resist when Wanda crosses her wrists behind her back and ties them together tightly with a rope. Mandy loves to be tied. We have often played Wanda's games together. I am a little jealous, wondering what novel form of excitement Wanda has dreamed up this time. Mandy's fingers twitch as she tests her bonds. She soon discovers that the rope from her wrists has been passed around the post. She tugs it tentatively at first, then more violently. I smile at her futile efforts. Wanda is no novice at this kind of thing. Mandy is not going anywhere. Her ringed nipples are standing up prettily. I see the wetness in her slit. This is as exciting for me as for her.

'Damn it, Wanda, let me go!' she demands unconvincingly. Wanda just grins, as she plays with her lovely prisoner. She looks very pleased with herself.

'Oooooh! Aaaaah!' I hear from Mandy as she is teased mercilessly by her captor, who knows exactly how to excite a naked girl.

I feel the tingling sweetness grow again between my own legs. Wanda looks up at me with a conspiratorial smile. She is busy preparing a rope that emerges from a hole in the front of the post above Mandy's head. It looks like a noose. She drops it quickly over Mandy's neck, tugs until it is firmly in place then pulls it tight from behind the post. The rope pulls Mandy upright, and then up onto her toes. The more she struggles, the tighter it gets. Her protests are quickly silenced. Wanda fastens the rope to a ring behind the post. She explores Mandy's dripping slit with knowing fingers, and teases her ringed nipples until she is wriggling with pleasure. I am fascinated. This does not look like any bondage game I have seen before. No wonder she keeps this scene locked away from the other guests.

Wanda leaves her captive through a small side door that I had not noticed before. Outside the animal enclosure, she presses a lever to open the gate, and disappears inside. I watch, fascinated as she emerges leading one of the beasts. Now I can see it better. It is obviously very friendly with Wanda, judging from the way it is slobbering all over her. It is probably fifteen feet long, including the tail, and it stands about eight feet high. It is a very ugly beast, with large warty lumps all over its hide. I am fascinated by its jaws and its big, baleful eyes. In ancient times they might have called it a dragon. The head is something like a cross between a very ugly horse and a crocodile, with teeth the length of Wanda's fingers. They look very sharp indeed. I wonder what those creatures eat. I have a peculiar feeling in my stomach. Wanda leads the beast into the arena, and attaches its chain to a heavy ring bolt in the floor, right by the helpless girl.

'Try not to wiggle too much, Mandy darling,' Wanda says while her wicked fingers are busy testing Mandy's wetness. 'It gives Bootsie indigestion.' With that she retreats to a safer distance.

I am open-mouthed, as the beast slurps all over the tethered girl. Mandy is as helpless as a girl can be. It seems that Bootsie likes the taste of Girl. I can guess what is going to happen next. He looks hungry. I have a horrible feeling that this is the last I am going to see of Mandy. The tears run down my cheeks. His jaws close over a delectable breast. He munches contentedly. I watch in horrified fascination, scarcely believing that Wanda could let him do such a terrible thing to a girl.

Wanda reappears behind me while I am transfixed by the spectacle below. Bootsie is amazingly dexterous with his giant claws. Easily, effortlessly he has just twisted off one of her legs and tossed it to the ground. Tears are running down my friend's cheeks, I watch in horror as Mandy's other leg and her arms join the grisly pile. Now he is noisily chewing on one of her lovely legs. It is a rather messy scene. My stomach revolts. Wanda has arranged herself comfortably on a bench, with her head facing up between my legs. She strokes the soft juicy flesh of my slit with a delicious sensitivity. I realise with a shock that her fingers are wet with Mandy's juices. It seems like a betrayal to be caressed with my friend's juices while I watch her being dismembered and eaten. Wanda's fingers slip into my wet vulva. She teases my clitoris with her tongue. I dare not admit how much I am excited by the horrible scene below. I close my eyes for a long heady moment, overwhelmed by my excitement and Wanda's expert caresses.

'So, my lovely prisoner, are you enjoying yourself?' she asks as she pauses for a moment. 'It's exciting, isn't it!' Gagged, I am in no position to reply. Perhaps that is just as well. I wriggle as she chatters on. I try not to think of the casual way Bootsie chewed off Mandy's breasts, while the poor girl looked down with horror. I think she fainted after that. I was rather distracted at the time. Now he has almost finished with Mandy. I remember the fun we had together. Now the only reminder of her beauty is a pair of golden rings discarded in a pool of blood, and a heap of well chewed bones.

'Girls usually find it exciting to watch,' Wanda confides. 'It is so much easier for us when it turns them on. Sometimes one of the girls asks me to rope her to one of those posts down there, just to see what it feels like.'

Between sentences, her tongue is doing indescribable things to my throbbing clitoris, while her hands hold my buttocks tightly. Those wicked chains are stretching my nipples painfully, but I know there is no way they will tear loose. All the same, the tiniest movement is unbearably distracting as Wanda brings my helplessly tingling body to another climax.

'It is so much easier to get a girl ready, if she thinks it is all just an exciting game. They never believe it is going to happen to them, until it is much too late to make any difference. They are so trusting, sometimes I feel almost guilty about fooling them like that.'

Wanda's tongue is busy again between my legs. She pulls me back until the thong is stretched taut to my pussy ring. My clitoris explodes with sensation. It is infuriating to be so helpless while she teases me like this. It is impossible to concentrate on what she is saying.

'But a beautifully ringed girl like you is never any problem to handle, darling. Julian will just ....' She hesitates for a moment. 'Let's leave it as a surprise. It will be more exciting that way.'

My heart thumps madly. I have an awful premonition. This has all gotten terribly out of control. With my mouth stuffed with rubber it doesn't matter how persuasive I am, and suddenly I realise why she has done it. She has probably convinced herself that I am actually enjoying all this, and I am horribly aware that she is right. I am terribly excited, in spite of myself. Her persistent, teasing tongue is having its inevitable effect. My orgasm comes in a violent series of exhausting convulsions. Wanda grips my heaving hips while her tongue continues to tease my spasming clitoris. She is devilishly skilful. I explode again, overwhelmed with pleasure. This is impossible. I know there is no way I am going to get out of this.

'Well, dear, I must leave you for a while. We are always so busy at feeding times. Julian will take care of you while I am gone.'

Her fingers give my pussy a parting caress. I am glowing with pleasure. My body is responding as if I want her to do it again. I cannot help it. What I really want is a good fucking, but punishment seems to be more Julian's style. I wonder if he is gay. That would be a waste of a beautiful body. I expect I am out of luck. I wriggle in my bonds after I am left alone. Julian is nowhere to be seen.

Down below two attendants are busy replacing the messy, half-chewed ropes on the post with new ones, while others remove Mandy's bones. One of them must have taken Bootsie back to the enclosure while I was distracted by Wanda's caresses. After a powerful hose has cleaned the floor, there is no sign of the horror that has just taken place down there. I wonder if it was all in my imagination.

To my surprise Julian has returned with Wanda. He is laughing, and I can see why. He has taken her to Gilbert, and now she is wearing a perfect set of beautifully welded slave rings, just like mine. I can tell by her face that it was not exactly her own idea. She is also wearing a pair of thick leather cuffs, and her boots have been replaced with ankle cuffs. She looks no different from any of the other luscious slaves at the party. That thought rather pleases me.

'But Julian, we were supposed to fetch Sandra from Gilbert. Look what you made him do to me!'

I wish I could tell Wanda how much I am enjoying her discomfiture.

'My dear, you look stunning. I know you have always wanted someone to do that for you. After all, I know you have been ready for it for months, and don't worry, Sandra is already down there.'

Down below the unfortunate Sandra has appeared in the arena, escorted by the two attendants who prepared the ropes earlier. One of them encourages her with accurate flicks of his cane across her bare bottom. He manoeuvres her towards one of the posts. When she turns to face the gallery with her back to the post I notice that the bar that previously linked her nipples is gone. She has evidently made a visit to Gilbert, and now she is also wearing rings exactly like Wanda's and mine. One of the attendants has gone to fetch another beast from the enclosure. My heart is pounding. It is going to happen all over again. I wonder how many girls those beast 'process' every day. There are a lot of them to feed. I tremble at the thought of being in Sandra's place while the cheerful attendants secure her wrists, and noose her to the post.

In the window next to mine, Julian is standing right behind Wanda as they watch the scene below. He strokes her arms just as she stroked mine earlier in the evening, but Wanda is not taking him seriously. Quickly he lifts her wrist cuffs, and before she realises what he is doing he has hooked them to the wall rings on either side.

'Julian! Let me go! Do you hear! Don't you dare treat me like this!'

All this is music to my ears. He evades her desperately kicking feet, and grabs her ankles one by one to secure them to the wall, wide apart. After that he forces a large ball gag into her mouth. He tightens the straps around her neck, and secures the straps with a small padlock. Now her indignant protests are silenced. He stretches her nipples upwards and hooks her rings onto the chains dangling from above the window. I know exactly what he is doing between her legs, stretching the thong to attach it to her clitoris ring. She is squirming wildly. I am thoroughly enjoying myself now, except for the sight of poor Sandra down below. She has just seen the dreadful beast that has been released in the arena, and her eyes are popping out of her head with fright, but the rope is so tight round her neck that she can hardly breathe, let alone protest. The Ring is silent apart from the shuffling movements and noisy breath of the beast.

In spite of Wanda's gag I can hear her moan as Julian's whip lashes her tender bottom with merciless severity. I turn my head to watch. It is a mistake. A moment later he repays my curiosity with a vicious snap of his whip, right into the tender flesh of my own pussy. It is awful. I learn my lesson. After that I can only hear the swish and crack of her punishment, but I am sure that he is not forgetting her tender pussy flesh, or her lovely breasts. I cannot help being fascinated by Sandra's gory dismemberment in the arena, but I expect Wanda is drinking in every minute of it, knowing her. Those beasts are certainly efficient. I am amazed by the way they strip a girl's torso of flesh with their long, obviously razor-sharp tongues. It would not surprise me if they were genetically engineered specially for the job.

It does surprise me when Julian releases Wanda. By then Sandra's ordeal is thankfully over. Wanda cannot keep still. First she rubs her bottom, and then she tries to unfasten her gag. Julian smiles at her.

'So now you know how it feels. You make a beautiful slave, young Mistress, but for now I think I will let you keep that gag.'

Wanda absently rotates the perfectly welded ring in her left nipple, glaring fiercely at him. There is nothing she can do about it, and I am certainly not in any position to help. The wetness glistens in her slit. She is hot for something, and I can't wait to see what it is.

'Why don't you go help clear up after Sandra, while I attend to Stephanie. We won't be long.'

Wanda gives me a peculiar look, and shakes her head. Something is bothering her, but I can't work out what it is. Julian is amused by her reluctance.

'Now don't be silly,' he says, playfully flicking his whip up into her pussy. She makes a muffled noise through the gag. His next flick curls neatly round her right nipple ring and tugs at it painfully. Her hands go up instinctively as the whip cuts viciously into her pussy with a loud 'Sssssshpt!' She tries to run but Julian flicks the whip expertly up into her pussy from behind. She runs awkwardly for the stairs, as the unaccustomed weight of her pussy ring tugs between her legs. Her whole body is striped from head to foot, and I can imagine the way her pussy feels after those vicious cuts.

I watch her emerge into the arena. She begins to clear up he remains of the last beast's meal. He was a very messy eater. She tosses the bones into a large hole in the ground behind one of the posts, and gets busy with the hose. Soon there is no trace of the unfortunate Sandra. She looks up with an apologetic shrug, as if she is sorry to keep me waiting. Behind her the ropes on Sandra's post have been carefully replaced by the attendants. I can see the point. If they left messy, half-chewed ropes lying around, it would make it far too obvious that the next player is to be a victim. They would never have fooled Mandy with bloody ropes lying around. But nobody will be trying to fool me, after what I have seen. I wonder if there are more girls waiting outside that door. Julian could probably tell me, but I am in no position to ask him.

Wanda seems to have forgotten the attendants, who have finished their task. Oddly it seems that they have only just noticed her. First they look at the post they have just prepared, then at Wanda. I have an awful premonition as one of them begins to circle around behind her, and after that he stays between her and the exit. Wanda begins to run. She must think they want to have a bit of innocent fun with her. She will not let them catch her as easily as that. Obviously she is the only one who has not yet worked out what is really happening, but of course, she has never been the victim before now.

It dawns on me why she was so upset when Julian replaced her jewelled studs with welded rings just like everybody else's. Previously she looked so different that nobody could have mistaken her for a guest. Now, nude and gagged, she looks very much like any other girl. The guards probably think that she has just been delivered to the arena for disposal, covered in weals from a severe whipping, and gagged to muffle her protests. Her disguise is absolutely perfect. The irony appeals to me. I wonder what they will do when they discover their mistake. By then it will probably be too late for my sadistic young friend.

She is finding out just how distracting it is to run with a ring tugging at her clitoris hood. By the look of that ring, Gilbert must have added some extra weight, and the way her breasts are bouncing must be almost as awkward. I can see why she had such an obvious advantage when she was wearing that small barbell in her clitoris hood. The attendants seem to know why she is dodging them so awkwardly, and they are making sure that she doesn't stop before the constant titillation has its inevitable effect.

Julian is behind me. He is stroking me, willing me to climax again. His fingers slip into my pussy and lights are beginning to flash in my head. I cannot evade his caresses, no matter how I move. One of his fingers pushes deeper into my slit and rubs gently against the tender tip of my clitoris. Wanda has come to a stop, convulsing helplessly with pleasure. Those rings have finally given her a lesson in female vulnerability. She is far too distracted to resist as the attendants close in and grip her arms firmly. They carry her, still shaking, to the nearest post. Her kicking legs are a trivial annoyance as they bind her wrists tightly together behind her back. When they link her elbows her breasts thrust marvellously. One of the men whispers something in her ear and she calms for a moment. Her nipples are getting engorged, as she contemplates her awful fate. Her juices drip from the heavy golden ring that swings between her legs. They lower the noose over her head. She knows what is coming. Desperately she rises onto her toes but when they tighten the noose it tugs her even higher. Now she can scarcely breathe. She is much too distracted to notice when one of them leaves to collect one of the giant beasts. The rope is tightly secured behind the post. She is gasping for air when they finally unlock and remove her gag, but they still seem to have no idea who it is that they have prepared to be the beast's next victim.

I am shuddering in spasms of my own, when I feel something smooth and hard pushing up into my vulva. Julian is busy screwing a thick dildo shaft up into my body. I squirm desperately as my pleasure grows, but I can't stop my convulsions of pleasure as he excites me even more with smooth deliberate strokes of his whip across my bottom. Every movement I make tugs at the tenderest parts of me, but now I am wriggling with my pussy stretched by a slippery smooth dildo shaft. Casually Julian flicks the tip of his whip around my breasts, expertly finding the tender bases of my painfully stretched nipples.

The beast shuffles towards Wanda. I watch, fascinated. Slowly he licks between her legs. I can feel her horrified excitement. Her whole body shudders in a helpless paroxysm. His jaws snap over one of her breasts, and it is gone. He spits out the ring. Blood pours down her chest. In a moment there are two gaping hollows where her lovely breasts had been. Tears run down her face. She looks up to the window. She knows it will be her last spectacular performance.

Giant claws grip her ankles. She knows what is coming, but there is no escape from his awesome strength. With apparent ease he lifts one of her legs, twists it round until it is dislocated, wrenches it free and tosses it to the ground. Her other leg follows as quickly as the first. The rope cuts deep into Wanda's throat. She has closed her eyes.

I wriggle helplessly, and the movement excites me. It is bad enough to see the ruin of Wanda's beauty, and remember her expert attentions between my thighs while the beast casually dismembered my friend Mandy. Now I am forced to squirm with a thick dildo shaft filling my pussy, and a whip tormenting my tender bottom. Julian soon has me convulsing with pleasure. Pussy juices run down the dildo shaft as I collapse, wracked with conflicting sensations, exhausted by the ordeal.

One by one Wanda's arms are tossed to join the pile of dismembered parts. Her torso is hanging from the noose. With a quick flick the beast turns her, and munches contentedly on what is left of her shapely buttocks. I cannot bear to watch, but fascination keeps my attention. Once her head is gone there is little that resembles Wanda. All too soon the beast is resting, with well chewed bones all around him, panting contentedly. Bile fills my throat. I shiver with horror. At least Julian has left me alone, but I am still ensconced on the giant dildo shaft. I dare not move or I will climax again.

'So here you are,' Ian says from behind. 'I wondered where you had got to. This is not a show for the faint-hearted, is it!'

Kim's bottom is as well striped as mine. She gasps as Ian flicks the thongs of his whip casually up at her cheeks. Stylishly and obediently she steps forward into an alcove. She must be wondering what is going on down there. Ian timed it well. A few moments earlier and she would have seen the whole thing. There will be another victim down there soon enough, and it will probably be me. Ian reaches under her bottom to stroke her pussy. Kim smiles with pleasure, until something tugs at her pussy ring. She pulls back in surprise, but the thong holds her firm. No matter how much she wriggles and tugs, she cannot free herself. Ian quickly fixes her wrists. Kim gasps as he suspends her nipple rings from the golden hooked chains. She is a pretty captive. Her nipple chains are a little longer than mine, and they look a lot more comfortable. It is not fair at all.

'Hi, Stephanie! Sorry to keep you waiting!'

It is the moment I have been dreading. Julian is back. He wastes no time, reaching down between my legs to release the dildo shaft. It sinks back into the floor. I am trembling with terror while he gives my shoulders a friendly pat, and strokes my arms. I can feel his strength. Suddenly I am weak at the knees. He detaches my wrists and effortlessly clips them together again behind my back. I wish I had not taken so much trouble to make my cuffs escape-proof. Those braided steel reinforcements are serious overkill. When he detaches the chains from my nipples it is an incredible relief. Then he frees my ankles, but I am still held firm by the thong attached to my pussy ring. He is not in any hurry to release the thong. When he straps my elbows together, my breasts thrust beautifully, unnaturally. My protests are completely muffled by my gag. I feel his hand busy between my legs. Once my pussy ring is released I feel as if I am free, but all I can do is tremble. Even if I got away from him, I would never manage to open that door with my wrists bound together behind my back. Julian is smiling. He is holding a long pole with a kind of hooked prod thing on the end. I wonder what he intends to do with it. Fortunately Kim is looking the other way, but Ian is watching curiously, as if he has never seen anything like this before. Suddenly I remember Wanda's mysterious remark, something about girls like me not being any trouble. I have a sinking feeling in my stomach. Why is he holding that peculiar pole so low?

He moves the pole towards me, incredibly fast, and with an expert twist and tug he snaps its rubbery hooked tip onto my pussy ring, and pulls me forward. The finality of it makes my heart beat wildly. With his pole attached to my deeply embedded ring he can heave me as hard as he likes, and I know I will go exactly where he moves me. Julian knows exactly how to handle a girl all right, irrespective of her own feelings in the matter, I reflect ruefully.

Belatedly I understand why a ringed girl is 'never any problem'. My clitoris explodes with pleasure at every tiny movement of his wickedly hooked pole. With my arms clipped behind my back I can barely keep my balance as I stumble forward, step by step. It is impossible to think, while I am kept so close to an orgasm by the repetitive tugs of the pole. I thought rings were a fantasy, an illusion to make a girl seem excitingly vulnerable. Now I know what they really mean. It is blindingly obvious to anyone who has tried it for herself. A girl cannot help being docile and obedient, when she is led by a pole hooked to her pussy ring. She is incredibly easy to control. The first time I tried to resist, the orgasm was so powerful I almost fell. Julian ignored it completely. He just carried on heaving me forward while I was hardly aware of where my feet were taking me. I have never felt so helpless. By the time we are halfway across the gallery I realise that he is really enjoying himself. The more it hurts me, the more he likes it.

I spasm repeatedly as he tugs me roughly down the stairs and across the arena. Pleasure explodes so violently between my legs that I can hardly think clearly. He is making sure of that. The feeding post is ready, and the two attendants are there to help him. They take the pole and hold me still in front of the post until the rope has been tightened around my neck. Now I can hardly breathe.

I look up at the viewing window. Ian and Kim are watching. I have a fine view up her pouting slit. She has class all right. The thong is tugging at her pussy ring. Ian's fingers stroke her gently where she is most sensitive. Kim is beautifully, temptingly ringed, and excitingly helpless but she cannot have the slightest idea how easy she will be. In spite of my position I am enjoying the thought that Kim will be next. My only regret is missing the look on her face when the awful reality of her fate dawns on her.

The beast snuffles as he shambles towards me. His baleful eyes inspect my tender body. My pussy is not going to help me now. His tongue rasps between my legs. There is nothing I can do as his cavernous jaws close over my breast. His mouth is cold. I feel no pain. There is blood where my lovely breast jutted so proudly, and my ribs are exposed. He watches me, chewing noisily. Casually he spits out the ring that hung from my lovely nipple. I have one breast now, and he leans down to that tasty morsel. His teeth bite into my soft flesh and it is gone.

Kim is flushed with excitement at my predicament. The pleasure is making her gasp and twist as the spasms come. Perhaps Ian is helping. I can see her breasts bobbing. I hope her nipples hurt when they jerk at the chains. I try to imagine Kim being helplessly tugged down into the arena by Julian, with that long, wickedly hooked pole. She is enjoying a preview of her own terrible fate, but she cannot possibly realise that yet. Even after they took Wanda I didn't believe that this was really going to happen to me.

The beast spits out my second, bright golden nipple ring. Tears run down my cheeks, as I contemplate the evidence that my proud beauty is gone forever. My lovely breasts are already consumed by that terrible beast, but I know the worst is still to come. That awful thought brings another explosion of sweet pleasure between my legs, and a familiar tingling, as if my nipples are responding too. I am resigned to my awful fate. At least a girl has some consolation from the sweet hidden delights between her legs.

The beast lifts my leg to the side with the practised movement I have seen before. There is no pause. He twists, and my hips are on fire. I feel a tug. There is an awful tearing sound as he wrenches my leg free, and casually tosses it to the ground. It was a pretty leg, long and shapely. It is extraordinary to see my own leg lying bloody on the ground, while I am being dismantled so casually by a terrible monster. I stand awkwardly, trying to keep my balance. I cannot believe that I can be still alive, and in such pain.

His thick bony thumb rips deep into my cunt as his claws grip my buttocks to hold my torso steady. Casually he pulls my remaining leg up. I feel a burning pain as he twists to loosen it, then just a tug as he pulls it free. My weight is on his horny claw and I hear that horrible tearing sound again as he tugs my leg free from my quivering body and tosses it casually onto the pile. As he removes his thumb it saws dreadfully up between my lips and he tears my clitoris ring away with a small but precious lump of flesh, waving it in front of my face and I cannot feel anything between my legs any more. I cannot bear to see my dismembered limbs, lying there as if abandoned.

His sharp claws tear at my arms and my bonds are gone. He twists my arms easily free, one by one, and tosses them onto the growing pile. His teeth close over my head and there is a coldness around my neck. It is dark, but suddenly I feel a miraculous lightness. The pain is dissipating. I am above my body now, curiously watching the beast at work. But it is only flesh and I don't need it any more.

THE END