Chapter 2: After the Show
I couldn't see a thing. I was living in a world of inky blackness with only sound and the pain in my abused little body to keep me company. I wasn't deprived of sight due to a blindfolded nor was it the result of the fogginess in my brain but rather it was because the dried cum on my face had sealed the eyelids shut over my crystal blue eyes. Try as I might, I just couldn't get them open.
I stopped trying to struggle hours ago when my exhausted muscles burned with fatigue and I couldn't summon the strength to move them anymore. I could feel the sticky semen drying on every inch of my delicate tanned skin, my striking face, firm breasts and even in my silky long black hair. My raw anguished pussy and stretched gaping anus were dripping copious amounts of the viscous pallid liquid in a steady ooze and the flavor filled my mouth as it formed a slimy film over my white teeth and glazed my soft pink tongue, gums and the insides of my cheeks.
Although sound was muffled due to the gooey man milk that filled my dainty ears, I heard voices, mostly male but some female as well. My body was being lifted in the air by strong arms, my senses told me that I was being pushed inside something and I felt metal against my supple skin. My smooth legs were pushed hard against my small, tight ass, putting greater strain on my muscles as my legs were brought up to the bottom of my arm binder in a hogtie position. What sounded like the metal door of a van closed and locked, an engine started and the barely audible sounds of male voices began. I was in and out of consciousness after that so how long the journey lasted I couldn't say.
The thing they never show you on television is what happens when the cameras are turned off. The stage lights dimmed, the audience went home and after Horny was done molesting my defenseless little bald pussy, he licked his fingers clean, stared into my eyes and said "That redheaded cunt Holes was right, you are easily the most delicious little fuck toy I've ever tasted. You would be a wonderful little pet to add to my stable".
He popped his wet sticky fingers into my mouth for a cleaning, forcing me to taste the combination of my own pussy lube and his saliva before walking away toward the dressing room area with Ponycunt in tow by a thin metal leash that was connected to the gleaming silver nose ring that graced her septum. A production assistant attached a thick metal lead to my heavy collar and tugged harshly, making me feel like I was some sort of an animal or pet. This feeling wasn't far from the truth however, for to be a cherished sex pet would actually be one of the better outcomes I could hope for.
The production assistant was unrelenting in his pace off stage and I struggled to keep up on my sky high platform heels, shuffling in small rapid strides while laboring to maintain my balance despite my numb and useless arms pulled back as they were in the tight arm binder that decorated my petite frame. With every step I took to the backstage area the bells on my sensitive pink nipples rang loudly and echoed throughout the room as they were pulled down harshly by the heavy weights attached to them, deforming them into something strange and twisted. As I fought to keep my mind off the pain emanating from the buds on the tips of my firm breasts, I wondered if this was how Nipples had her sensitive flesh so profoundly exaggerated.
The rest of the night was a blur and there was no way for me to know how much time passed, only that every minute was agony. I had never felt such torture in my life, nor could I have ever imagined it. The bindings were bad enough but then they started using me. Everyone who was remotely involved with the show from producers down to production assistants and even the custodial staff got a turn with me. It started predictably enough as they made use of mouth and pussy and later my virgin ass and stuffed them all with a seemingly endless parade of cock after cock. I was so sore that I thought my jaw would lock up, my traitorous pussy which continued to drip like a fountain ached and my stretched anus throbbed. Even my clit was sore from all of the rough fingers and clamps that grabbed, pinched, twisted and pulled on it.
"Look at the little fuck toy, she loves it", one male said as he roughly shoved his finger into my wet pussy, swirling it around inside me as if he was stirring his coffee.
"The half breed slant eyed bitch was made for this", another said. "Look at that incredible body, those tits! That ass! I love my job so much!" With that he cruelly slapped my exposed left breast hard, causing a whole new level of blinding pain as the weights and bells spun around on my distorted nipple. My entire night was a haze of such degrading comments.
"No, I wasn't that girl", I thought to myself trying to resist the obvious. "I wasn't a cunt. I was free". Was being the operative word, for the sooner that I rid myself of notions that I was anything but a cunt to be used and controlled, the happier I was going to be. There was no point in fighting it; this was the future I had unwittingly chosen for myself and it wouldn't be long before that future would begin in earnest.
Chapter 3: Cleaning and Assessment
After an unknown amount of time, the vehicle came to a stop, the engine shut off and I heard the door to the van unlock and open. The bells and weights on my nipples made a clanging sound that reverberated off the walls due to my exposed breasts pressing into a cold metal surface as I was laid down on my flat tummy. Hands roughly unlocked my ankles from the end of my arm binder and unstrapped me. I wasn't even aware that my small arms had flopped to the sides upon their release as they had gone completely numb hours prior. I felt the humiliating black spiked posture collar that had been so tightly locked upon my slender neck removed and my nipple clamps roughly jerked off. It felt as if they were taking my entire nipple off with them and I was left with burning, throbbing pink buds that became the focus of my existence. Despite how distended my little pink nubs became with the heavy weights on them and how humiliating the bells were, I would have gladly taken that over this new painful torture.
My body was moved and I felt myself being lifted up until I was vertical and hanging in tight suspension bondage, unable to move or wiggle at all. Not that I could have given how numb my arms were anyway. My limbs were spread so wide that my muscles ached, and by the feel of the cool air on that most sensitive flesh between my legs, I knew I was completely exposed and vulnerable with no control whatsoever. I heard the male voices say words like processing, cleaning, body preparation and conditioning but my brain was so foggy that it was hard to focus on anything. I couldn't concentrate at all and for some reason I felt very accepting of my fate in a calm and relaxed way. I couldn't have known of course that my docile mind-set was due to all the drugs I was given both before and after the show.
After an unexpected hard spray of cold water slammed against my exposed body and into my face, I was finally able to open my eyelids again. My bright blue eyes blinked wide and light poured in for the first time since the after show party at the studio. I slowly adjusted to the brightness of the room and gazed at the sterile white tile that lined the walls and floor of the area. In my peripheral vision I could see a couple of attractive blonde girls with large breasts dangling with their arms and legs spread in the exact same manner that I was hung along with a flat chested redhead who had pale freckled skin. Deafening hard rock music echoed around the room and screeched into my ears making it even more difficult for me to collect my thoughts. A thin bearded fellow in a blue jumpsuit and his more portly companion used scrub brushes to roughly scour every inch of my soft skin before using another intense spray of cold water to rinse me off.
Droplets of water dribbled down my shivering smooth tanned skin as the two workers moved on to the next girl, roughly soaping and scrubbing her in the same manner they had done to me moments before. My petite little body still stung all over from the rough cleaning and freezing cold water. At least the sticky dried cum was out of my long black hair which was now soaked like a sponge and matted to the supple skin of my back and shoulders. The way my slender legs were spread wide every inch of me on display, but I was powerless to do anything about it. I became particularly aware of my exposure during my cleaning when my ass and vagina were roughly violated and it was all I could not to break down and start sobbing uncontrollably, especially when the enema painfully filled my rectum to a point in which it distended my normally flat belly to agonizing proportions, making me look very pregnant.
"Keep it together Kristin, it's just a rough cleaning, you can get through this. Everything is going to be just fine", I thought to myself in a fruitless attempt to find hope in what was most certainly a hopeless situation.
The men were talking but I could barely understand what they were saying. My brain wasn't processing very well and all I could make out was something about "body modification" and "specialty training". One of the men approached me. His eyes scanned my lithe little naked body as he stared intently at the pink nipples which jutted out forcefully from the tips of my firm perky breasts. His hand reached between my legs, rough fingers feeling soft sensitive tissue until he found my clit and harshly jerked it out from where it was hiding behind its protective fleshy hood. I could see his mouth moving as he spoke to me and sound came out, but I couldn't focus enough to really understand what he was telling me.
That's when I felt a sting between my legs that made me strain hard against my restraints. My arms and legs pulled with what little energy I had left as I struggled to process what happened to make my humble little clit feel like it was on fire. The man walked away and I could feel a heavy weight pulling my little crimson bundle of nerves downward. It was swinging back and forth between my legs like a pendulum, jerking my clit hard with each pass.
I took in a deep breath, and continued to tell myself that everything was going to be okay. I was lying of course. Nothing was going to be okay and there would never be any going back to the life I had before or the person I was before. All of that was in the past, but the truth wasn't something that I was capable of coming to terms with yet.
The Adjudicator, a small mousy bureaucrat with thick bottle glasses and a receding hairline approached the cleaners, visually assessing each girl who dangled in place like meat. One would never have thought that a man like this could have held the future of all of the girls who entered this place in his hands, for the judgment he would pass would irreversibly shape the rest of our lives.
