The exhibition room was not far from the dining hall, but it seemed to Krissy that it took forever to crawl there. Once she arrived, she wished that it had taken longer. The room was large, floored with paving stones, the walls dark stone, the high ceiling of heavy wooden beams supporting wood planking. Near the far end of it stood some sort of framework. The robed man began leading her towards it, and for a moment she tried to pull back. All he did was take a stronger grip on her leash and pull. The collar dug into her neck, cutting off her breath and after a moment she had to go where she was led. Many of the dinner guests were already there, sitting expectantly on cheap, stackable plastic chairs that had been provided for them. All Krissy dared to look at was their feet, but that was enough to tell her that there were three women waiting to watch her ‘perform’.
The cold stone floor was hard on her knees, slowing her speed, but all that did for her was drag out the embarrassment of being led naked on a leash before those people. She was sure that the men, especially, appreciated the view as she moved away from them towards the framework, and were already imagining how her pussy would feel around their cocks.
Two men, dressed all in black, waited for her. They even wore black hoods over their heads, leaving only their hungry eyes and cruel mouths in view. Krissy instinctively stopped dead when she caught sight of them. But she was already too close. They quickly grabbed her, hauled her to her feet, and dragged her, kicking and screaming, over to the frame. Krissy had no thought of meekly submitting. Not this time! She tried desperately to pull free of their hard, grasping hands, but all that did was make them laugh and slow them down a little bit. One of them would have been too strong for her as it was. With two of them, she had no chance at all.
The frame was built from steel piping. There were two heavy uprights and two horizontal pieces, plus fittings mounted here and there. The upper horizontal piece could be detached at one end and swung out of the way on a hinge. The men stood Krissy so that she was facing towards the seated men and women, then bent her over the lower horizontal piece by pulling her arms up painfully behind her. She resisted until the pain became too great, then submitted with a tormented, angry shriek. One of the men then pressed up close behind her, trapping her wrists in one hand and keeping her arms up while the other swung the upper piece back into place and then started tying tough, thin cord around one of Krissy’s wrists. He knotted it tightly and then quickly tied the end off to the upper corner of the frame. His companion held Krissy still as he did the same to her other wrist, leaving Krissy painfully bent over, her arms raised and spread to either side of her. She might have been able to straighten up even so, but the robed man chose that moment to drop the end of her leash on the floor and step on it. Still struggling, Krissy strained to look up at him, her eyes full of hate and fear. He smiled back down at her as his minions continued trussing her up for rape. They tied more thin cords around her ankles and tied them to the uprights, spreading her legs wide and leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
The worst was yet to come for Krissy. They put a leather harness on her. It circled her head tightly, with a strap running from it down under her chin. When they fastened it to the upper part of the frame it kept her head up, facing towards the expectant crowd. Then her leash was tied off to a metal ring set in the floor. Painfully stretched, all Krissy could do was tug futilely at her bonds and await whatever came next.
“As you can see,” the robed man addressed his guests, “While she is trained, she is not quite broken yet. What we are going to do to her, here and now, should go a long way towards taming what remains of her rebellious spirit. While she is well positioned for sex, her body is by no means ready for it. We will fix that, and with any luck you will all get to see and hear this voluptuous little blonde when she is made to come.” He turned and nodded to the two black-clad men. “Proceed,” was all he said before he walked away and took a seat that had been reserved for him among his guests.
Krissy braced herself, not knowing what to expect but certain that it would be unpleasant. She was right. Something thin, hard and flexible came down hard across her ass, stinging like fire and making her shriek at the sudden agony. She struggled furiously with her bonds, feeling her breasts jiggling heavily with the effort, and then there was another painful stroke across her backside. She shrieked again. She couldn’t turn her head to see the next blow coming. She couldn’t turn her head at all, so that all she could see was the well-dressed and well-fed audience watching her punishment and humiliation eagerly. She shut her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth, determined to make no sound at the next blow. But it came down across the backs of her thighs, so hard and so viciously that her eyes and mouth flew open and she screamed.