(Thanks to user LudwigVan for editing)
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In a land far, far away there is unique rite of passage for girls. It resembles Bat Mitzvah in one aspect, however it is utterly different in another. After completing this ritual girls become women. Every year there is a traditional fare in which girls present themselves and their useful abilities in marriage. The crowd was swarming with young unmarried men and women.
"Welcome, visitors, to our annual Slut Fair in our modest city!" shouted the announcer during the opening speech. "Today is the day when many girls are going to prove that they are worthy of being called women. They must prove that they are worthy of having a husband by showing obedience and loyalty in many areas including, but not limited to: cleaning, cooking, caring for children and the most important trait is one of sexual nature - they must prove their capability of pleasing a man sexually!
"We have many nice specimens this year, featuring young eager girls!" The announcer continued as he pointed to first batch of women presented on the enormous stage. "There are all kinds of women here, with big breasts and with small ones, tall and short, strong and weak, pale and tan alike!"
The announcer changed his focus on the girls. "Many will pass their rite today, however not all of you. First and foremost, you will be tested sexually. Everybody leave the stage but you." He pointed to the first girl in line. She was wearing striped thigh high socks. Her tight black corset intertwined with red undergarments, beneath which were matching black panties. Her heart was beating as if it was going to explode. There were other indicators of stress present: her legs were shaking, and she tried to hide her blushed face with uncomfortable facial expressions.
"What is your name?" the announcer asked.
"I'm... I'm Emily," she responded in a shy voice, changing between a whispering mumble to high pitch squeak.
"Why are you here, Emily?"
"To do whatever you wish from me, Sir." Her blue eyes were looking directly on the floor, as if the floor offered salvation from her current situation. The crowd grew louder as they commented between themselves, thus creating murmur.
"Your tester has arrived at the stage for you Emily," the announcer said, introducing me - a tall man entered the stage, wearing casual, everyday attire consisting of blue trousers and simple green T-shirt. "I'm leaving you to this fine gentleman!" the announcer shouted before exiting the stage. The gathered audience greeted me with loud applause.
"W-w-who are you?" Emily asked, almost whispering, still looking at the ground in front of her, arms crossed.
"For you, I am either 'Sir' or 'Master,' slut!" I addressed her in a serious manner. "Spread your arms wide for me."
"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir, please excuse my behaviour Sir, I'm new Sir, please be nice to me Sir!" she said, almost crying out loud in front of everyone gathered as she put her arms by her side, therefore losing her defence against me, however slim it had been.
I moved my large, enormous body compared to hers closer, causing her heart to beat even faster, a feat not thought possible. She accidentally crossed her arms in spite of explicit orders, which forced me to grab her arms and spread them. While I was playing with her, workers were busy setting the stage behind us. They were carrying a king sized bed and other accessories into position along side an artificial wall behind the bed on which I was pinning her wrists.
"I'm sorry, Sir, for crossing my arms, I won't do it again, I promise, Sir, please, I'm begging you, Sir, don't hold a grudge against me, Sir. I only want to please you, Sir," she begged in a high voice, panicked of possible punishment for her incompetence.
"Do you think this is a joke, slut? My commands are to be obeyed, whore. You are mine here. I own you, cunt. Your only purpose is to please me and behave like such, and don't even dare to disobey me again," I said with a stern voice while staring into her eyes. "Look me in the eyes while I am talking to you, slut."
"Y-yes Master.. I-I-I hope I am not disappointing you, Sir. I want to please you with all my heart, Sir," she responded in shallow breaths. She could feel her heart pumping faster, her legs shaking, her breathing quicken as I moved closer to her. The pressure was enormous, it could almost be seen in the air between us.
"Bracelets!" - I shouted to the staff. Immediately afterwards two women dressed similar as Emily brought two wrist bracelets and a collar before leaving the stage. On each hand, one soft leather bracelet was attached, then locked on the wall behind her, thus spreading her soft white arms wide above her head.
Unknown to Emily, behind the thin wall where she was shackled laid two sisters, Lana and Rea, strapped tightly onto the stripped bed. The only thing that remained on the bed was bare minimum - a comfortable mattress covered with white linen bedsheets and large rubber wheels.
Both sisters were bound in similar positions, with hemp rope firmly tied around their waists, elbows, wrists and knees, fixating them in a position of great exposure. Their knees were below their waists, neither spread apart nor closely tied together. Their hands were strongly roped, and their faces were pointed straight ahead. The position had most resemblance to doggy position except the rope didn't allow much movement of the sisters.
The older sister, Lana, was a full curvy girl with a large bosom, featuring meaty tights and big round bouncy ass. Her long black hair was connected to the bed frame, forcing her to always have the right posture. The same applied for her younger sister, Rea, who was tiny and pale compared to most women. Rea was shy, unlike her bratty older sister. Her scared, big, green eyes were worried about things to come. Both of them had failed the exam last year, leaving them to my mercy. Right above their asses, a tattoo was located with the inscription, "Worthless slut". Inside of their assholes, nice glass butt-plugs were inserted.
They were faced opposite to each other, looking straight ahead to the other one. Both of them were gagged with red silicone ball gags. From it, vast quantities of saliva oozed onto the bed. As they heard me dealing with Emily, they grew more frightened, and to their surprise, aroused. Both were fully naked at all times ever since they failed last years exam. Warm summers, wild caresses, and whip-induced welts were attained beneath a gleaming artificial light. They weren't allowed to see the light of day since their failure last year.
On the main stage, Emily was shackled on the wall, my hands groping every inch of her slim body. The corset served its purpose, and emphasized her firm breasts. I was biting her neck, sinking my teeth into her. She hissed and moaned in response.
"What is that I hear, whore?"
"You are making me moan, Sir, please Master, do whatever you like with me, I am your slut, I am yours."
My hands roamed throughout her body, tightly grabbing every last bit of her loins, her ass, and her buttocks. "Are you happy with my body, Sir?" she asked in between continuous moans from pleasure. Behind the stage, Lana and Rea listened to every sound she made. It aroused them. However, they were unable to touch themselves. Lana was more aggressive then her sister. She was squirming to and fro, aiming to get some pleasure from friction between her pussy and ropes. As part of their punishment, the sisters were forbidden to masturbate for over a year.
The staff removed the gag for the sisters and then left the stage. Soon afterwards, Rea's fears became verbal.
"Lana, what are you doing? We are going to get whipped! Please stop, I can't take it any more," said Rea, almost whispering, afraid of me hearing her. However the sounds were masked by Emily's moaning.
"I can't take it.. I want his cock inside of me... I want to caress his cock, I want to suck it, I want it to penetrate my every orifice." Her words brought vivid memories to Rea's mind of the last time she had a cock in her throbbing pussy. All that excitement was too much. She would endure another year of beating if it meant tasting my cock in her mouth. However, what her face showed vividly, her words didn't due to her shyness.
"Please Lana, I'm begging you, forget about cock. We weren't worthy last year, I think it is best to be silent here and hope for the best. I don't want to spent another year tied up in the dungeon."
In the meantime, Emily was on the seventh cloud, ecstatic by my touches. Every touch caused her to let out a moan between breaths. She had given up all control, aroused from the pleasure.
"Please, Sir, more, more... Please, Master, I'll do anything you want, I want this to never stop. I need it so much, I need you, Master. Without you, I am nothing, without you, I am a worthless whore, just as you named me, Sir," she pleaded while frequently interrupted with sounds of pleasure.
I stopped and moved away from her. "Very well, but don't think for a moment that I forgot to punish you for your bad demeanour." Her body was rotated in the opposite direction making her face the wall, her ass turned towards me and analogously to the crowd.
"Everyone can see your dirty little asshole, slut. Arch your back and spread your legs." Her arms were released from the shackles during rotation, only to be put back into the bonds. Her thoughts were running wild in every direction. The first direction was focused on me and on awaiting spanking to her vulnerable loins. The other thought was concerned on how uncomfortable she felt in that position; visible to everyone, to every man and women who attends the fair, seeing her treated in such way. For this reason she blushed and tried to hide her meaty pink pussy, but as soon as she remembered what happened earlier she opened herself even more.
"I am yours, Master, I want you to train me, I need to be punished, please, Sir, have no mercy on me. I need to be punished." She got more comfortable with her words by focusing on me alone. Her voice was still shaky, but more consistent then before, and not just due to the shyness, but also to the enormous arousal she was experiencing.
"See? I told you, Master has no mercy. He will whip us relentlessly for our behaviour," Rea pleaded. Lana was still rubbing herself by the ropes. She did not give up, even though her skin was scratched from the coarse rope.
"This isn't enough, Rea. I need Master's cock in me to please me, I'll do whatever it takes to feel it again. She is the lucky one. She felt his fingers on her. Rea, as you very well know, we weren't treated nicely by our Master due to our misdemeanour. But I need it so bad." Despite Rea's greatest efforts, her pussy was wet and craving. She wanted to be touched and fucked desperately. It had been too long since she had it.
Lana and Rea could have sensed that I was going to reward them today for being a proper slaves for the whole year. During the last few months, I had been going easier on them. Whipping had become less frequent and more gentle than before. They were getting impatient and aroused. Many things were going through their smart little heads, but no thought reflected the surprising release of the gags.
