Warming Up

Warming Up

"Wake up slut. Time to earn your keep!" said a gravelly female voice.

I was now immobilized in a weird contraption. My legs were spread to their max, (like almost breaking my pelvic bones) my arms were fixed behind me in some kind of sleeve glove. I could feel a thick leather collar on my neck, and a mouth ring was inserted behind my teeth so that I couldn't spit it out. I could feel my saliva drooling down my chin and the sides of my face. I was on my back, but somehow suspended with nothing underneath that I could feel.

A hard slap on my face got my attention pretty quickly. I opened my eyes just before the second slap landed on my cheeks.

"Wake the fuck up! We don't have all day, you have work to do! You've been out for 20 minutes," said the voice.

I figured this was Rita. She sounded like a Rita.

"First order of business is to use that tongue of yours to satisfy my needs," she said.

Immediately I was smothered by her hairy pussy. But if that wasn't enough, she pulled my hair, now in a ponytail, up hard into her smelly cunt. I lay there motionless, trying think how I was going to pleasure this woman with this ring in my mouth. Her bush was in my eyes and I struggled to close them without her hair closing into my eyes as well.

She pulled my hair upward even harder and held my head firmly so that now I couldn't breathe because my mouth and nose were grinding into her abundance of flesh.

"Come on slut, lick me! I've earned this!" she shouted.

"Here, let me encourage her," said another female voice.

Instantly.

WHACK!

Evidently, this other woman was waiting in front of my unprotected cunt to punish me for any reason! She was using some sort of paddle to spank my bare shaven pussy. It hurt like hell!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

FUCK those hurt! Directly on my pussy and one of them slammed into my clit! I don't think I've ever felt so much pain in one blow.

The audience applauded

"Lick slut," yelled the woman again.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go just before the first WHACK, but when the whacks continued, my tongue instantly retreated into my mouth.

"That's not working, Mistress Rita. Do you have another approach that we could try?" the woman pleaded. "You know I've earned this. Please? I need this, Mistress!"

"Don't worry, Cindy. You'll get what's cumming to you. One way or another, this slut will perform. She's only here to service us. Well, anybody we want her to, really," said Mistress Rita.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

The pain was unbearable on my cunt. I began sobbing and slobbering into Cindy's pussy, with my mouth opened, I was making a huge mess of my face...and the floor.

"Bring me the other clamps, Rocky. We have so many tools at our disposal. She'll be begging to lick each and every cunt and cock in this room in just a few minutes!" said Rita.

Footsteps.

"Here Mistress," said Rocky.

"This should do the trick!" exclaimed Rita, as if she had a new prize dildo and couldn't wait to try it out.

Applause

The clamps were applied to my tiny tits. The pain was excruciating! I screamed through the ring.

Applause

Something was stuffed into my pussy. Something rather large. I had no way to prevent it, of course.

Suddenly it hit me. A burning. Whatever they stuffed in there was burning the inside of my pussy (and stretching it a little).

"Can you guess what we've used to decorate you with, slut?" asked Cindy.

"I bet she'll never guess what's in her pussy, for sure," bragged Rita.

"Come on, speak up slut? We can't hear you," Cindy said laughing.

"Agh agh agh.", was all I could attempt to convey, which translates to I DON'T KNOW.

"I'll give you a hint! A lot of athletes use this on their sore, aching muscles. Do you know what it is?" Rita snickered.

"AGH AGH AGH!" I repeated, but louder.

"Let's see if she can talk without this apparatus in her mouth. If she's a good cunt licker and an even better cocksucker, Rocky...we won't have to put it back on, or, add something to it. Also, I wanna see if those titties will bounce!" announced Rita.

They removed the ankle cuffs and my feet fell to the floor. I wasn't able to walk or move because a large spreader bar was attached and my legs were still spread wide open. They grabbed me by my shoulders and I heard a clicking sound, then I was lifted upright. The thick leather collar was still fastened securely around my neck, making it impossible for me to look down. My tiny tits were hurting so bad. Whatever they attached wasn't being removed.

"Awww...do your little titties hurt, slut?" Cindy mocked as she pulled the apparatus that was crushing my dime sized nipples.

My areolas are about three times as big as my nipples, and my tits are sort of cone shaped when hanging down vertical, but only slightly bigger than my areolas. I always got teased in school and called "Flatstack" or "A minus Cups" which is what it is. People can be mean. It's my fault though.

"Tell you what. If you can guess what is attached to your itty bitty titties, we'll take off the spreader bar before we make you jump. Deal?" asked Rita...as if she were being nice and sweet to me.

"Ok," I replied.

"Ok? OK what?" Rita fired back.

Immediately she slapped her hand downward in front of me, nowhere close to my tits, and in between them.

I felt the whoosh of air made by her hand, but the pain came a second later as both of my nipples were bent down and then sort of came back up slowly.

Another slap down.

Another whoosh.

Another sharp excruciating painful wincing of my poor small nipples.

I knew then what they had attached.

"Ok what?" Rita barked.

"Ok Mistress! Please. It's a coat hanger!" I spouted before another slap could take place.

"Very good. You're learning!", she smiled coyly as she answered. "But, no. Wrong answer!"

"Ennnnn. Wrong answer! Jumping with the spreader bar on! WE WIN! DING DING DING!" shouted Cindy.

"She's right slut. The correct answer is Hanger with Clips. Or, we would have accepted just Hanger. But to be fair, let's ask our audience!" Rita bellowed, as if she were a game show hostess.

"Did the slut answer correctly?" the announcement came from overhead.

Several yelled out yes, but the vast majority voted with a resounding, "NOOOOOOOO!"

"Well, the No's have it I'm afraid. You'll have to remove the hanger by jumping with the spreader bar on! AND DO NOT DROP THAT CUCUMBER WITH ICY HOT, OUT OF YOUR PUSSY!" Rita said, as if I'd won a prize.

I made a feeble attempt at jumping and my titties just bounced a little, which made the pain worse.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You'll have to do better than that. Put some effort into it slut!" Rita yelled.

Again I jumped. This time a little higher. My feet almost left the cold concrete floor.

Again I tried. No better.

"Booo! Booo! You suck!" came angry yelling from some of the crowd. Then the whole entire crowd started booing and yelling at me.

"Calm down people! Hold just a minute!", came the voice overhead.

"We need to expedite this whole process slut. You have 20 seconds to get those hanger clips off your nips! After that, I can't control them. GO!" said Rita.

I knew I was in trouble as soon as they started booing. I quickly began trying to gain momentum jumping up and down, but the spreader bar prevented me from even getting an inch off the ground! I couldn't shake my tits up and down so I tried shaking my upper torso back and forth, left to right quickly, in the hopes of maybe flinging one of them off...

The crowd started the countdown as soon as Rita said GO. I tried jumping twice for every number they counted. Nothing was working except my tits were aching.

THREE

TWO

ONE

A very loud buzzer went off, like at an NBA game. I almost fell over, but Rocky caught me at the last possible moment. I looked up at him with the most thankful look in my eyes that I could muster. He did not smile. He dropped me on the cold concrete.

As soon as I hit the floor the crowd started chanting...

"GANG HER!

GANG HER!

GANG HER!"

"SILENCE!", said the voice overhead. "WILL THE FOLLOWING NUMBERS PLEASE TAKE YOUR PLACE ON THE FLOOR? NINE TWO SEVEN. FOUR EIGHT THREE. EIGHT SEVEN FIVE. AND ONE THREE THREE! PLEASE TAKE YOUR PLACE ON THE FLOOR!" the announcer said, just like a game show host!

Very quickly some mattresses were brought out and laid in a square around me. There was just about two feet between them. Just enough room for me to be, but I was on the concrete and they were all on nice big cushy mattresses with linen sheets.

The crowd was silent as everyone got into place surrounding me, one in front, one behind, one to my left, and one to my right.

"You have FOUR MINUTES to bring ALL of these Very Important Patrons to orgasm!

GET READY. GO!" Rita yelled.

I could hear the crowd taking and making bets against me. My arms were still in the sleeve glove fastened behind me. All I had was my mouth and my pussy. The odds are never in my favor.

I could use my pussy and try to get the two guys, 927 & 875, off, IF they saw me licking the two women, 483 & 133, before they jumped in. I lunged toward 133 since she already had stripped. I lapped her slit like it was water and I'd been in the desert for thirty nine days! She instantly began moaning and gyrating her hips as my tongue worked its magic.

My plan was working because I heard 875 tell 927 that he would have my ass and the other guy could fuck my pussy.

The pain of the hanger, still attached to my nipples, was enough motivation to work extra hard lapping at 133's sweet, shaved, fresh smelling pussy. My pussy was aching from the icy hot coated cucumber.

She was cumming like a freight train in less than two minutes. Once she finished, 483 shoved her over out of the way and took her place. I didn't even have to move, although the concrete was killing my knees and the hanger was crushing my tits.

She placed her big smelly bush right in front of my mouth and just as I had psyched myself out enough to dig in, a whistle was blown.

"Foul called on the play! Penalty for no tag out between 133 and 483! Reverse position of the slut!" said some guy in a referee uniform. Where the fuck did he come from?

He reached down, with the help of Rocky and turned me over on my back as 875 and 927 moved back to give them room to reposition me. Once they did, everyone took their places. My ass was lifted up and now 875 was in my pussy, and 927 was in my ass. I hadn't realized just how big 927 was until he tried to fit his massive cock into my ass! He had to be 3" around and 9" long! He was literally tearing me apart!

"The clock has NOT STOPPED! There is ONE MINUTE LEFT!"

The audience was now cheering for 927 and 875 to focus on not cumming. Meanwhile, Cindy had the absolutely fabulous idea of walking over and grabbing the hanger, the hanger still attached to my nipples? Yeah. She decided it would be good to just stand there trying to pick me up by my nipples while 927 and 875 were fucking my ass and pussy like there was no tomorrow and 483 was lying back making it all but impossible to lick her smelly hairy pussy with my nose buried in her ass. She must have liked the feeling of my nose, because she started grinding against it while I was trying to lick her.

Suddenly the loud buzzer went off again.

"Time is up! We have three Very Important Patrons who have not orgasmed! There will be punishment for the slut! We will take a 5 minute recess to discuss her penalties!" said the Ref.

I began to get nervous and I think Cindy knew it. I saw her walk over to where the Ref and Rita and Rocky were and whisper something to Rocky. He smiled and whispered to the other two. They all shook their heads in agreement and then looked over at me and laughed.

I saw Rita and Rocky walk away and the Ref walked over and talked quietly to 927, 483, and 875. They, all four, looked at me and began laughing.

Shortly thereafter, Rocky walked in pushing a large metal table on wheels. Rita followed behind him with a riding crop. Underneath were various toys and things in plastic bins. I couldn't make out exactly what they were, but it seemed as though they each had a purpose for pain.

"Each of the Very Important Patrons will have FOUR MINUTES OF COMPLETE AND TOTAL DOMINATION OF THE SLUT! AT THIS TIME, PLEASE CHOOSE YOUR APPARATUS!

NUMBER 483, PLEASE CHOOSE FIRST!" said the Ref.

She walked over to the table as Rocky pulled the bins out, one by one, three in all.

As 483 began picking up each tool and looking through them, she decided on a giant cock mask. Rocky took the mask from her and walked over to me. It turns out the mask had two cocks, one on the outside that I could see, and one on the inside that I couldn't see until he began to put it on my face. The cock inside, that went into my mouth, was at least six inches long. I froze.

Rocky took the leather buckles on the back and began to put this monstrosity around my head and onto my face. He saw the fear in my eyes, and smiled. He slapped my face, hard. Once he saw my face turning red, he immediately placed the massive cock into my mouth. I gagged and started coughing.

The audience erupted in laughter as I choked and coughed. The humiliation was making me extremely wet. Eventually I was able to hold it down and breathe through my nose. I calmed my heart rate as he buckled it onto my face.

Two mattresses were brought out and stacked on one another. I was thrown up on the mattress and told to lie on my back.

I did so, but as soon as I did, my legs were grabbed and the spreader bar was reapplied using the cuffs. The ICY HOT coated cucumber was removed. The pain set in immediately. Then my legs were lifted, using the bar, as 483 climbed up and over onto my face. She stood there above me, waiting as a small stool was placed over my face which was open in the middle. Instead of feet, it had long skids that fit snugly just outside my ears. The opening in the middle of the stool was about 12" above my head. As 483 sat down, the cock on the outside of the mask was a few inches from her hairy twat. I had my work cut out for me with this one.

As she sat waiting, I heard metal clasping metal. Next, two hands grabbed my right nipple and attached a nipple clamp to it, then pulled it hard and attached it to another ring on the underside of the stool. My tiny tits were nowhere big enough to reach and whoever was applying this torture did not care that my tits were not big enough. I tried to arch my back and lift my chest up for some relief, but it was only temporary. This made me wetter because I could hear the audience laughing and snickering at my dilemma.

My left tit was grabbed and a nipple clamp was attached to it, and like the other, it was clasped to the ring on the underside of the stool. As I lay there trying to arch my back, the voice over the intercom began.

"PLEASE SET THE CLOCK FOR FOUR MINUTES! MR. REFEREE, PLEASE OFFICIATE THE PLAY!"

"THE CLOCK IS SET. MISTRESS RITA, ARE YOU READY?" asked the Ref.

"Oh yes! I am READY!" said Rita eagerly.

"Number 483, are YOU ready?" asked the Ref.

"I am!" said 483.

"NUMBERS 927 and 875, will you please take your positions?" asked the Ref.

"Yes!" they agreed, in unison.

They took their places on either side of me and each one grabbed my hand and placed it on their cocks. I was expected to wank these guys off and reverse face fuck 483? Simultaneously?

"TIME STARTS NOW! BEGIN THE PLAY!" announced the Ref.

With each tick of the clock, played through the overhead intercom, Rita used that riding crop to directly whip my pussy! FUCK ME THAT HURT! In fact, it hurt 240 times, one for each tick of the clock, and she had near perfect rhythm.

The two men on my sides began flicking my tightly tied tits, encouraging me to jack them off, while 483 reached down and grabbed my ponytail and used it to force my head, and the external cock, up into her pussy. All of these actions were played out like a magnificent symphony with each tick of the clock. Each stroke, tug, WHACK, and flick only happened exactly on the tick of that clock. For two hundred and forty seconds, I was tormented two hundred and forty times...TO THE SECOND!

I stroked and sucked as best I could, under the circumstances. As 483 would pull my hair up, the cracking of the whip would come down on my poor defenseless pussy at exactly the same time, every time, without fail! TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY TIMES!

At some point around the one hundred mark, Rocky handed 927 the cucumber and he shoved it in my ass. Almost immediately I began squirting as Mistress Rita slapped my pussy. (little did they know that this is the quickest, and my favorite way to get me off) I could barely see Rocky through the mask and he looked angry when he realized his mistake.

The audience played along. One clap per second, on the second! It was truly mesmerizing.

As the ticking wound down, the audience counted out the final ten seconds.

On the last three ticks, I began squirting, 483 was slamming my head/face cock, via my hair, up into her pussy and showering her fluid down on me, 927 and 875 were holding my wrists and using my hands to jack themselves off, and I could hear Rita laughing loudly as the audience clapped and cheered.

I passed out with exhaustion just as the buzzer went off.