I felt gross and disgusting. I was hot and sweaty standing there with lube dripping down my whole body. Tim looked terrified and in pain. I knew I had no choice but to co-operate. Suddenly, I heard music coming from speakers somewhere in the room. The music was low with a throbbing beat, like old Disco music. The kind they used to call fuck music.
I caught a glimpse of the guard behind me reaching in to what looked like a small plastic tray or box lying on the stage. The female guard came around and stood beside me. The look on her face said that she was enjoying my predicament immensely. She produced a small pair of scissors and showed them to the audience. With her other thumb and forefinger she began pinching one of my nipples through the tight t-shirt until it was swollen and hard. Then she took the scissors and cut a hole in the t-shirt, revealing my pert nipple. She repeated the procedure with my other nipple. She cut a small slit in the neck of the t-shirt. She attached what looked like a small rubber tube to my nipple and worked and squeezed it until my nipple had been sucked into a vacuum that had been created. It hung on my chest, keeping my nipple engorged. I recognized the contraption as something used in cases of snakebite. My other nipple received the same treatment. I hated to admit it, but having my nipples worked over this way was making me crazy hot.
She walked behind the pole, reached around and began squeezing and kneading my pecs, occasionally flicking at the rubber bulbs that imprisoned my nipples. She ran her strong hands down my body, slapping and punching at my firm thighs and then kneading slapping and punching my taught ripped abs. She grabbed the t-shirt at the slit she had cut and slowly tore it from my body.
Her hand ran down my firm pecs and abs. She began stroking my cock through the thin, transparent micro-shorts making sure that my member was turgid. She came around and again produced the scissors, this time carefully cutting a hole in the shorts to reveal the shiny, swollen head of my penis. She pinched and squeezed the head until I winced. Next she produced a contraption that looked like a small spiked wheel on a handle and held it in front of my face. She placed it on one of my pecs and began slowly running it down my torso. I felt my whole body wince. The spikes were sharp, but not enough to cut. Just sharp enough to give a painful prick to the skin. I found my self squirming, trying to avoid the spikes. I groaned as she ran the spikes along the length of my pulsing cock. When she ran the torture toy around my swollen cock head I led out a yelp, or as much of a yelp as I could while wearing a ball gag.
For the first time there was reaction from the crowd of women. They applauded. The guard took this as a cue to run the spikes all along the length of my pulsing cock. My attempts to pull my crotch out of range of the spikes drew more applause. The guard seemed to particularly enjoy running the sharp spikes all around the swollen head of my penis. Just when I thought I couldn't take this kind of torment any longer, she put away the spikes and used the scissors to slowly cut the micro-shorts from my body little by little stopping every so often to show the audience her handiwork. When my cock was cut free, it sprang forward, bobbing and drooling pre-cum. She cut and tore at the micro-shorts until I was nude. I stood there with a throbbing hard-on, my body dripping with sweat and lube. I was still wearing the hi-top sneakers. I sensed that they were for traction as the stage was now quite slick. The Godmother's voice came through the ear-buds.
"I believe you are ready now, Randy."
The guard quickly un-cuffed my ankles and wrists; the collar around my neck was still chained to the stripper pole. Something was tossed on to the stage. I picked it up. It was one of those silicone sleeves used for masturbation. This one was clear and shaped like a flashlight. The inner sleeve was shaped to represent a vagina, lips and all. If I was just supposed to jack off with this then maybe this whole ordeal won't be so bad. Just as I picked up the sleeve, splat...another of those lube-balloons hit my taught lower abs, dripping its contents on my crotch. I took one hand and smeared the slippery liquid all over and around my cock. My other hand held the flashlight-pussy-thing.
The music was actually helping me get in to a very horny mood. I rubbed the silicone pussy lips against the head of my cock using the lube to make the silicone slick. I slowly pushed the tip of my dick against the opening until just the head was inside. I decided that I may as well put on a helluva show, as I wanted to get Tim and myself out of there. I strutted along the table making sure that all the spectators could get a good view. I stood there, slowly pushing the entire length of my cock in and out of the silicone sleeve. As the sleeve and case were clear I could see my cock as I humped the toy.
I kept walking back and forth along the front of the table trying to give all the women a good look. The collar around my neck fastened to the chain which was fastened to the stripper pole only let me move so far. I was shocked to find that I was really turned on by this. I began humping faster and faster hoping that to see me cum was all the Godmother wanted. As I felt myself getting closer to orgasm her voice came through the ear-buds.
"That will be enough of that toy, Randy. There is some bottled water on the table. Hydrate yourself."
I was thirsty, hot and slimy. I drank some of the water but poured some down my body for visual effect. The cool water was refreshing. Another toy was tossed onto the table. I shook my head in disbelief. It was a blow up doll in the shape of a sheep. There was nothing the least bit real looking about it. It was a cartoon version of a sheep, and just big enough to be held with two hands. There was a pocket of sorts in the doll's butt...sized to accommodate a man's penis. I glanced over at Tim, looking scared and in pain. I knew I had no choice. Again I heard the Godmother's voice.
"You did so well with the other toy Randy, I'm sure you can figure out what to do with this one."
I stood there, unable to move. I couldn't do this. This was humiliating. No, this was just plain sick. The female guard noticed my hesitation. She picked up another lube-balloon and threw it against my pecs; it popped, dripping its load down my torso. With one hand she roughly smeared lube around my swollen cock and balls. With the same hand she smeared lube around and inside the rear of the sheep-doll. She then produced a bottle of poppers and made me take a hit. Just as the head rush hit, she shoved the doll onto my dripping, twitching cock.
I felt disconnected, as though I were somehow outside myself watching the spectacle of my cock bobbing up and down with this weird sheep-doll attached to me. The guard stood in front of me and grabbed the blow up sheep with both hands. The Godmother's voice came through my ear buds.
"Fuck it, Randy. There's a good boy."
My hips began moving as though they had a life of their own. I slowly thrust my cock in and out of the sheep-doll with long strokes so that the audience could watch my dick appear and disappear in the doll's ass. I was starting to enjoy it. I was so horned up and my dick sliding in and out felt so damn good. I closed my eyes, threw back my head and really started to get in to it. I felt myself fucking to the slow pulsing beat of the music. Just as I felt the orgasm rising from deep within my balls the familiar voice came through my ear buds.
"Enough of that; I had a feeling that you would enjoy being watched by a roomful of women. If I had known just how much I would have assembled a larger crowd; rest for a moment while the next toy is brought out."
I looked around for the ever present lady guard. She was dragging something large from around the back of the table, covered in a drop cloth. Was it...a body? The guard pulled away the drop cloth. To my relief it was a life-sized and very realistic female sex doll. It was one of the very expensive ones, complete with a life-like face, hair and skin that felt almost like real flesh. The doll was blonde and tanned and reminded me of a Malibu Barbie doll. I was unsure of what to do next when the Godmother gave me my instructions.
"Make love to it Randy. Treat it as though it were a real woman. I want all of us to watch you make love."
The female guard came over to me and removed the ball gag. She then pulled on the rubber bulbs until my swollen nipples popped free. As I walked toward the sex doll, I was hit by another barrage of lube balloons, almost knocking me off my feet. Standing there naked and slimy in front of these black-veiled, silent women was gross. Being given instructions by the Godmother was humiliating.
The music was pulsing and my cock throbbing as I lay on top of the doll and kissed the latex lips. I kissed slowly and gently at first. When I tried a French kiss I discovered that the mouth could open enough to accommodate my tongue and probably my cock. I kissed the doll's neck and licked my way down to its breasts, flicking them with my tongue and sucking the hard nipples. I heard a faint buzzing sound. I glanced out at the audience. Holy fuck! The women watching me must be using vibrators on themselves! This is some sick shit!
