This is the third and final part of the story. There is a lot more rough and forced sex than in the first two parts which is not for everyone. It's fiction and that's where it stays but the epilogue will hopefully resolve things somewhat.
Dinner Party Ch. 03
Baras lead his client into the large ornate dining room. Silverware shined and crystal glassware sparkled from the light of the single elaborate chandelier that hung over the table set for eight places. Other lighting came from the candelabras dotted around the room but failed to reach entirely the corners of the room where two of the House's minders stood discretely in the shadows.
Kolotov, his client, scarcely noticed any of this because his attention was drawn to the centre of the table. There, standing on a large polished copper platter were the two beautiful young women he'd chosen especially for this night. Gold chains connected to wrist cuffs pulled their arms up to the ceiling. Further chains of gold were wrapped around their beautiful young bodies, pulling the girls together almost in an embrace. Their ankles were attached by leather straps loose enough to allow them to move around a little on the cold copper under their bare feet much like a tethered bird of prey. Both girls were drooling from the red ball gags stuffed between their teeth, already saliva was running down their bodies and beginning to pool between their toes. The drooling was exasperated by the delicious odours coming from the kitchen reaching the starving girls who'd had nothing substantial to eat now for three days. The contrast between the almost pure white skin and hair of the slave whose real name was Megan and her friend Jol's dark chocolate body was striking.
What most interested Kolotov though was the bare copper wire suspended between the girls breasts, threaded through the gold hoops he'd insisted they be fitted with and running down through a rubber grommet in the platter.
"Baras my friend you've excelled yourself, you really have!" reaching over the table to stroke the thigh of the white girl. "My lovely creatures, my ying and yang, what delicious suffering we have ahead tonight," he chuckled. "How you will dance for us!"
The girls looked down wide eyed, Jol, was whimpering behind her gag.
"Explain again for the benefit of these little whores Baras, our special surprise."
"Of course Mr Kolotov. Well girls you will notice you are standing on a copper plate. The wire attached to your nipples runs to a little box beneath the table which in turn is attached to a car battery. The other wire is soldered to the underside of the metal platter."
"You will feel nothing now but the box is sound activated and switches on the electrical circuit, the louder the sound picked up by these microphones around the table, the stronger the current. Don't worry, it can't kill you, even at its strongest it's no worse than a cattle prod at full power," he grinned.
"The only way to stop it is to lift your feet off the copper plate, but of course if either of you is still touching you will feel the shock."
"Is it switched on now?" Kolotov asked.
Baras leant over a microphone and clapped. "Oh YES!"
The girls screamed into their gags and thrashed as a sudden jolt of electricity coursed from their nipples to their toes.
"This will be fun!" the fat Russian billionaire exclaimed, slapping Megan hard on the butt, the noise generating a less intense stab of pain through the girls' bodies.
*****
The guests, six men including Kolotov, of various ages dressed in tuxedos and two women both in their forties in expensive ballgowns were tucking into their meals. Serving them were three slave girls in extremely short maids' outfits with nothing underneath, black stockings and high heels and two slave boys, muscled young men oiled and completely naked save for thick black leather collars round their necks. Their substantial cocks bobbing about permanently and painfully erect from the Alprostadil they had been injected with earlier. Baras remained in the background, moving between the kitchens and dining room instructing both his paid staff and the slaves in their duties.
The two women, and one of the men, wasted no opportunity in grabbing and stroking the slave boys' manhoods as they reached over to serve. The rest of the guests focused on the serving girls, lifting their skirts and fondling between their legs or reaching up to pinch their nipples through the thin fabric.
Initially, the two unfortunate girls forming the centrepiece of the table felt nothing from the cruel contraption they were wired to but as more wine was consumed conversation got louder and bursts of laughter would send jolts of burning electricity through the girls' naked, drool and sweat soaked bodies. Instinctively they'd lift their feet but to little avail. This would elicit more laughter from the depraved and sadistic dinner guests causing further shocks to be administered.
By the time pudding had been served, one of the slave girls, her stockings and shoes now removed, had been put to work under the table servicing the cocks and cunts of the guests whilst the others continued to serve and be fondled.
"Now time for some music I think," Kolotov called.
Baras switched on the sound system and as a succession of seventies disco classics and eighties pop reverberated around the room, the electric charge pulsed through the bodies of the girls on the table as they lifted their feet in a desperate attempt to relieve the shocks almost in time to the pulse of the music.
As the party guests continued to drink in various states of undress and sexual arousal, they also sang along with a particularly rousing rendition of "Dancing Queen" pushing the current through the girls' bodies to almost its maximum causing Megan to empty her bladder, pee running down her legs. Both girls were caked in sweat, drool pouring from their gagged mouths and snot from their nostrils dripping down to add to the bodily fluids already sloshing around both girls' feet and merely improving the conductivity of the device in which they were tethered.
After almost an hour, the music was turned down and the minders removed the gags and unchained the poor girls from the cruel device. They both collapsed in exhaustion onto the dinner table.
Baras walked over and "encouraged" the girls up onto their knees with a couple of sharp strikes of his riding crop whilst their wrist cuffs were locked together behind their backs.
"You've been fantastic girls, a superb performance I'm sure our guests will agree."
