Then she felt fingers spreading her pussy wide. She screamed again without waiting to be struck, but instead of a stroke across her tender pink flesh she felt something hard and rounded being pressed against her labia. She tried to pull her legs free, anticipating some horrible new form of torture, and then the thing began vibrating. Her scream turned into a startled squeak of a noise. Someone began sliding the thing slowly across her pussy, back and forth. She bit at her lower lip, but she couldn’t suppress a tiny shiver. The vibrations grew minutely stronger and the blunt, rounded head of the thing was thrust up against her clitoris. She went back to gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes tightly. Whoever was using the thing knew what he was doing. She could feel her body beginning to respond to the stimulation. That, in its own way, was just as bad as the pain of being whipped. Worse, even. All those despicable people were still watching her, their eyes avid and hungry, waiting for whatever came next in this perverted show.
The vibrator thrummed, sending tiny waves radiating from Krissy’s pussy to every part of her body. She felt herself growing wetter and wetter in spite of the discomfort and pain and utter shame of her position. The tip of the vibrator slid slowly across her clit again, making her shudder. She knew beyond doubt now what they intended to do to her. They would use that damned vibrator to make her come, at least once and maybe more than once if they could manage it, all for the entertainment of the degenerate audience watching her. After that, while she was still wet, they would rape her, again for the crowd’s entertainment.
The vibrator hit her just right, and she shuddered and squealed. She didn’t want to. She really didn’t want to. More than anything else she wanted to be able to keep perfectly still and show no reactions at all to what they were doing to her. She held out for as long as she could, but realized that it just wasn’t going to be possible. Whoever was using that fucking vibrator was just too good. How many helpless women had he practiced on before this? She shuddered once and moaned. She heard appreciative murmurs from her audience and that was enough to steel her resolve for a little bit longer.
That just made it worse in the end. Now the vibrator was at her clit constantly, rubbing gently and humming constantly. She felt the first warning tremors and tried to concentrate on how her back and legs and shoulders ached from all the abuse she’d been subjected to. But all of her pain was being blotted out, overwhelmed, by that damned vibrator. She moaned weakly, a tear trickling down her cheek. And then it hit. She couldn’t hold anything back any longer. Her body shook violently and she screamed. She screamed again as the vibrator was pressed harder against her clit. The sensation was intense, but there was nothing pleasurable about any of it. And it just went on and on until it, too, brought her pain.
Then it was over. Krissy sagged on the frame, crying pitifully and sobbing for breath. When one of the men began roughly fucking her from behind, she barely noticed at first. Then the constant, rhythmic bumping of his hips against hers slowly brought her back and she realized that she was being raped. It was hard for her to care about it anymore. She was just a thing now, a piece of female meat to be used and abused for the entertainment of people she wished would all suffer horrible, searing deaths. She closed her eyes so that at least she wouldn’t have to see them watching her, but shortly after she did that the man fucking her slapped her ass hard, making her yelp.
“Open your eyes!” she heard someone order, loudly and angrily. Anxious to avoid any more pain, she obeyed. She couldn’t turn her head away or look down so she concentrated instead on staring defiantly at the faces of those terrible people. It didn’t seem to bother any of them in the least. One in particular drew Krissy’s attention. She was a very young woman, no more than nineteen or twenty with long, light brown hair elaborately done up in an elegant, swirling pile atop her head. She wore a long, silky, dark red dress with a halter-top that left her shoulders bare. It was slit way down in front, and fit loosely enough that if she wasn’t careful she might expose a breast. The girl seemed utterly fascinated by what was being done to Krissy. She was leaning forward, her expression rapt, her pretty little mouth half open. She sat with one leg crossed over the other. Her elegant, flowing dress was slit up one side all the way to her hip, showing a great deal of her toned, creamy thigh. From time to time, her tongue-tip flicked out to briefly lick her lips.
Krissy grunted as the man fucking her began thrusting into her harder and harder. She glared at the girl, wishing furiously for just ten minutes alone with that bitch. The girl didn’t seem to notice. She was too intent on how Krissy’s breasts jiggled heavily when the man bumped his body against hers. And then the man came. Krissy heard him groaning, felt his hands on her hips, holding her close as he pumped himself empty. The girl caught Krissy’s angry stare then, smiled evilly, and licked her lips in an exaggerated way.
Krissy felt utterly broken. She was sore all over now, humiliated and shamed. But she was still bound to the frame, still spread, still available. The robed man stood up and came over to her. He stroked her back gently and then patted her head.
“I trust that you all enjoyed this little show,” he said, turning to the audience. “If anyone would care to sample this lovely little slave, arrangements can be made. Please see Ms. Long back in the banquet hall. For now, I invite you all to acquaint yourselves more thoroughly with this lovely little slave. You have been watching her all evening. Now you may touch her as well.” He patted Krissy’s head again. “Be careful about her mouth, though,” he joked. “She may try to bite.”
The guests all laughed mildly as they got up from their chairs and made their way over to Krissy. There were too many of them, and they were too close. Krissy closed her eyes. She felt hands on her body, all over her body, creeping and crawling across her bare flesh, caressing, poking, squeezing. Her breasts were getting a lot of attention, some of it painful. She felt fingers spreading her pussy, hands running up and down her inner thighs, and moaned unhappily. This was bad enough, but if any of the men decided they wanted to take up the robed man’s invitation and use her, that would be so much worse. She was sure that some of them would. She just hoped that there wouldn’t be so many of them that her pussy would end up raw and painful as it had been after her time with the biker gang.
Somebody was pinching her nipples. “Look at me, you bitch,” a woman purred, so close that Krissy could feel the damp warmth of her breath. Krissy cautiously opened her eyes. It was the girl in the dark red dress, her nose almost touching Krissy’s, that evil little smile back on her pretty face.
“I saw how you looked at me,” the girl said quietly. She pinched Krissy’s nipples harder, making Krissy squeak in pain. “Nasty little bitch. I watched them make you come and I watched them fuck you. Now I can do whatever I want to you, and you can’t do a damned thing about it.” She spoke American English with a Midwestern twang. She twisted Krissy’s nipples. “I want you to apologize to me, you bitch.”
Krissy worked up just enough saliva to spit in the girl’s face. The evil smile disappeared and was replaced with a look of pure rage. She gave Krissy’s nipples a vicious yank as she rose to her feet.
“You fucking little bitch!” the girl yelled. “You nasty little slave! How dare you!” She raised her hand to strike Krissy. Krissy flinched in anticipation, but a man reached out and grabbed the girl’s wrist before she could strike.
“That is quite enough, Joanna,” he said calmly. He was older, in his mid-forties, impeccably dressed with oily black hair slicked straight back. Krissy remembered that he had been seated next to the girl. He sounded almost bored, but he looked angry. Joanna tried to pull her wrist free, unsuccessfully.
“Did you see what she did to me?” the girl demanded, her voice shrill. Everyone was paying attention to her now. “Did you see? Are you going to let her get away with that?”
The man said nothing. His free hand came up in a blur. The force of the slap snapped Joanna’s head around and she slowly slumped to the floor. The man held on to her wrist.
“You have embarrassed me for the last time, Joanna,” he said, still sounding bored. “Your little tantrums have become too loud and too public for me to endure any more. I reminded you more than once that you could be replaced, but you still would not listen.” He let go of the girl’s wrist. She sat awkwardly on the floor, blinking up at him, too stunned or too disbelieving to understand.
“Very well,” the man said. “I wash my hands of you. If our gracious host will accept you as my gift in apology for the unpleasant little scene you just made, I will freely offer you to him. Perhaps he will be able to teach you to behave.”
“You…you can’t do that!” the girl wailed. “Please, Claude, don’t do that! I’ll behave! I will!”
“It is too late,” Claude shook his head. “Perhaps I will look in on you in a year or two to see how you are coming along. But until then, I do not wish to see you again.” He brushed away Joanna’s hand as she reached out to him and he left the room. Joanna simply sat there, visibly shocked, until two burly Asian men came into the room and made straight for her.
“No!” Joanna screamed as she scrabbled away from them. “No! He can’t mean it!”
She made it into a corner and then there was no place left for her to go. The two men seized her by her wrists. They didn’t even try to get her to her feet. They just dragged her along behind them as they went back out of the room. Joanna was kicking and screaming now. As she was dragged past Krissy their eyes met for a moment and Krissy gave her an evil little smile. Some of the guests followed along after Joanna, eager to see what would happen to her. The others remained in the room with Krissy, and soon she felt those hands roaming at will over her body again. Her breasts came in for special attention now as some of those hands tested them for weight and firmness. The brief glow of satisfaction she’d felt as that bitch Joanna got what was coming to her faded away and all the twinges, pains and aches Krissy’s body felt took up her attention again. She in such severe discomfort now that if they would just let her down from this frame she would happily agree to let anyone who wanted to fuck her fuck her in whatever part of her body they wanted. But no relief was forthcoming and gradually the last of the men, his curiosity satisfied for now, wandered out of the room, leaving Krissy by herself. She was not worried that she would be forgotten. No, at least one of them would return soon enough to use her. And then, another one would follow him, and yet another would follow that one. Would she have to endure it all while she was strung up to this torture device?
She heard a woman scream, a wordless cry that was abruptly cut off. It was probably Joanna, she thought. The notion comforted her briefly, and then the first of the men who would rape her entered the room and shut the door behind him.