I imagined myself blowing their huge cocks, which were fully erect just a few inches from my salivating mouth. I could smell the familiar musky aroma, which made me want to stroke their oiled black skin, their rippling muscles and feel their huge hands grasping my tits and ass.
But, I had to sit there and watch the men take hold of my hands and squeeze a tight leather mitten over my fists, before fastening them at the wrists with a broad leather cuff. The mitten crushed my fisted hand, totally disabling me and making it impossible to escape from my bondage.
“On the table!” The woman pointed at a low table that stood about two feet off the ground.
The silent gladiators bent down, plucked me off the floor and carried me to the table, where I resumed my position sitting on my heels, besides Cherry. We glanced at each other, while the hulks stepped back and the menacing woman stepped forward with what looked like face paint in her hand. Once our faces were already covered in silvery cream she began adding black paint on our noses and lines for our whiskers.
“Push your tits out girls!” she ordered.
I proudly pushed my shoulders back to proffer my ‘C’ cups, while Cherry tried to show off her smaller, firmer breasts. Our tits were different sizes but we both had generous size areolas and bullet hard cherry pip nipples.
As soon as the woman started to tweak our nips and massage them, we knew what was coming. One of the gladiators, who was holding some small metal objects, stepped alongside the severe woman. As soon as she had finished engorging my nubs, the black hulk snapped the most evil clamps I had ever experienced onto my poor sensitive nubs.
I groaned, as a dull ache spread through my tits and if my hands had been free I would have been seriously tempted to rip them off without delay. The woman pointed to the floor and we were once again lifted and plonked back down onto the polished wooden surface.
Leads were produced and clipped to our collars, and after we were made to go back onto our hands and knees, the woman went behind me and started to lubricate my anus.
The two men that had been attending to me, fetched a couple of fresh items, one of which looked suspiciously like an anal plug with a tail attached to it. He handed it to Mistress Neumann, who then bent down to pull my butt cheeks apart.
“Please, I don’t wa…!” Thwatt! “Ahhhhhhhrrrrrrr!” I screamed, when an explosion of pain burst across my butt cheeks.
One of the black studs had armed himself with a braided leather crop and delivered a vicious blow to my exposed peach. Almost unnecessarily, Cherry made a face at me signifying that I should keep quiet. I wondered if she was aware that we were in for a painful night. I suspected she did.
The woman carried on inserting the plug, stretching my tight sphincter to its limit. I managed to supress a groan and was relieved when the damn thing had speared me and slipped beyond the ring of tight muscles. My anus gripped the narrow part of the invader and was able to almost relax back into its normal position.
I could see from looking at Cherry’s ass that we had short black tails protruding from our anuses, which stood upright and curved over realistically near the top.
The door opened and a jerk on my leash signified I had to follow the legs of the black stud who was leading me. I studied his rich mahogany skin as I crawled along the thickly carpeted landing and couldn’t help but be impressed by his perfectly formed muscular body.
We entered a small lift and as I shuffled around, there was just enough room for Cherry and me, sitting on our haunches, alongside our handlers.
The sight of our naked bodies and exposed pussies had clearly aroused the studs, because their massive cocks had remained erect and grown to at least 10″ in length. I suspected, with a touch of excitement, that we were nearing a destination, where they would soon be plunging their cocks into our soft defenceless orifices. My butt hole was plugged so there was a chance I was going to enjoy myself.
My handler positioned himself so that his enormous testicles and cock were nudging my cheek, but I didn’t dare turn my head, in case I received another lash of the crop.
Once on the ground floor we were led along a corridor, up a few steps to an open doorway. Beyond it was a stage, on which several items of circus apparatus were positioned. The stage curtains were closed, so the assembled guests were unable to see us being led toward the assembled paraphernalia.
We emerged in the centre, at the back of the stage and I was led one way, while Cherry was led in the other direction. Two square box-like stands were positioned at each end of the platform, very close to the curtain. The gladiator led me over to one and urged me to climb up into a sitting position, with sharp nudges of his crop.
It was difficult, but I finally managed to attain the required pose sitting on my heels. Fucking hell, I thought, he had positioned me, using his stick, so that when the curtains open, the audience would be staring straight between my open thighs at my splayed cunt. A spotlight had been positioned so that my well defined labia with its line of meaty inners would be the main feature of my pose.
The trainer pointed his stick at a clear plastic tunnel laying along the front of the stage, then a row of hanging hoops, at right angles to the audience, then an oblong pool that looked as though it was filled with liquid chocolate and finally a ramp rising to a platform about two feet off the ground.
A mirror image of the course was laid out on the other half of the stage for Cherry, so I deduced that we were about to race against each other. I had seen similar courses on stages for dogs, but never for humans and I began to wonder if I would be able to complete the course before Cherry. The big guy was waving his stick at me again.
“You go through the tube, the hoops, the mud and up the ramp. At top you suck cock. Fastest is winner. You understand?” I nodded, but I was far from happy playing their stupid game.
“If you too slow, I hit you till you finish, so be quick!” the guy said with a sadistic grin on his face.
I knew their sick game would involve pain for both of us, because that was what turned the punters on. Having allowed them to set us up we didn’t have any choice but to try and complete the course as quickly as possible. Voices on the other side of the curtain were getting louder and I sensed a note of impatience in the excitable conversation. Then Mistress Neumann started to make an announcement.
“Ladies and Gentleman, our final entertainment for tonight is a cat race like none you’ve ever seen before!”
As the crowd applauded, the full length curtains gradually drew back revealing a large room with maybe thirty people sitting at five round tables. The applause continued when the throng spotted Cherry and I squatting on our stands, thighs wide, with our splayed pussies revealed to their gaze.
The audience quietened as the pair of trainers urged us with their sticks to get onto our hands and knees.
“Turn and show the crowd your animal cunts,” Mistress Newman commanded from her location at the front.
Again, urged on by the black minders, I turned so my ass was pointing at the demanding faces. There were murmurs of appreciation when the trainer used his stick to make me spread my knees and dip my back.
“Enough cats. Get in position to race!”
I manoeuvred round and took up a position in readiness to jump down and begin the race. Mistress Neumann, still standing in the centre of the stage had finished, so turned to climb down the steps at the front. As she did so a man rose from the centre table to take her hand.
The moment the man turned in my direction, my heart did a double summersault and I almost fell off the podium. I instantly recognised the man as the German accented sadist, who had brutally beaten me that night in London, before ordering my murder and the disposal of my body in the River Thames!