Wednesday Poker night at Sarge's was offered only to a select few friends, usually people known to share Sarge's little "quirks."
This particular Wednesday, Shawn and Anna, Mama San, and Auntie K arrived early to get the girl ready. They checked to make sure her pussy was smooth and shaved. Auntie K used vacuum pressure on the nipples until they were gorged, Mama San winding thread so tightly around the base of the nipples that they poofed over the sides and hid the thread. She was angry and taking it out on Shawn. She didn't like that Anna had been forced into this.
Mama San slathered ginger juice into the girl's anus, pussy, on the nipples and clit, then jabbed a dollop inside Shawn. The oversized pearls that Sarge had favored before were back, dosed in the juice, and roughly shoved inside Shawn, who arched her back and spread her legs wide. Mama San smacked the inside of her legs.
"Eager slut!" she snapped.
Then Auntie K was working the vacuum pressure on Shawn's labia and clit, the whole area this time, until that was swollen. They closed the lips together tightly with a U clamp that had tiny grippers of little rubberized teeth on the insides, keeping the pussy from spreading open. The pearls were trapped inside along with the ginger juice, which was heating up and stirring and already making the blood pound. Mama San tied thread around the base of Shawn's clit so tightly that it, too, gorged and puffed and overspilled, hiding the thread. Chains were threaded through the collar's D ring and clover clamps placed on the nipples. A chain threaded around the waist was looped down and another clover clamp snapped on at the base of the clit, though the skin was so puffed that it hid part of the little gold clamp ring at the base. Shawn moved her head from side to side.
"Be still, slut," said Mama San. She put leather belts around the tops of Shawn's thighs, buckling them tightly. They would rub into the flesh near the lips when she walked. With Anna's help, they slipped a small black leather half corset around Shawn's waist and pulled it so tightly that she gasped, at which time, Mama San was able to pull it even one notch tighter. The waist was tiny.
They helped her up and stood, waiting, until Rodriguez came and took them down the hall to the room which was overhung with cigar smoke. They entered, but Sarge insisted that the other women leave and wait in the small room where they had been with Shawn previously. Anna was furious, but left.
Sarge walked around Shawn, looking, approving.
"Well. Good." He rubbed his hands together as he had before.
"What did I tell you?" he asked. The men grinned and laughed. Sarge nudged her towards one of them.
"Go on, girl. Move around the room. Let them get a good look and feel." She obeyed, moving silently, passed from one to another. They stroked the lips, pressed tightly together by the U clamp, tugged at nipples and clit. Hands found her waist. She moved around until she was back at Sarge.
By then, the game was over. How could it go on? Sarge nodded at Rodriguez and Michael, who had entered. They cleared the table, laid Shawn down on it, and strapped her to it, spreading her wide.
"What did I tell you?" Sarge pressed a finger on her clit, and she squirmed a little.
