Authors note: This is the seventh of many chapters in this work of pure fiction. The story contains depictions of illegal acts of blackmail and human slavery and is intended strictly for the erotic enjoyment of the reader. All Fictional Charters are adults over 18.
They call me Phallus Chapter 7
I had lost all track of time and I had no idea where they were taking me. I knew Lady Valda had leased my services for a three day party in her Penthouse Apartment somewhere, but I had no idea what City or State that was in, I wasn't even sure what Country.
The travel box I was in is an engineering marvel. I was sandwiched between two latex bladders and all the air had been removed keeping me inside a vacuum. A breathing tube was in my mouth and oxygen was being fed to me from enclosed air tanks. The other box was pressurized. I was unable to move at all, I couldn't scratch an itch, lick my lips, even blinking was a chore.
I was in the back of a moving van disguised as a piece of furniture. I couldn't hear a sound over the continuous hissing of my breaths through the regulator.
I knew I had arrived at my destination when I felt the pressure being released from the outer shell, then the suction was broken on the inner bladders.
The box was slowly opened and it took several minutes for my eyes to adjust to the light. The breathing tube in my mouth was replaced with a new ball gag. Someone put a finger in the D-ring of my collar and yanked me out.
A crowd started cheering.
The first voice I heard was one I recognized as Lady Valda,
"Well, the guest of honor has arrived, let the party begin!!"
The crowd started chanting,
"Valda, Valda, Valda!!"
I was led to what I believed was the middle of a room and was forced up on what I later found out was a stage. My wrist cuffs were attached to leather straps hanging above me and my legs were stretched apart and lower straps were attached to my ankle cuffs.
I felt what must have been lubrication being applied to my anal opening. Then I felt something cold and metallic being inserted into my stretched ass.
It was a metal hook, and it was being winched up causing me to stand on my toes. Next the straps were all tightened causing me to dangle on the tip of my toes in a spread eagle position. I felt my balls being clamped into a pillory device attached to a pedestal mounted on the stage.
Then I felt my base being turned slowly and methodically in a circular motion.
My vision slowly came back into focus. My God, I was on a stage being rotated slowly around, and the outer circumference of the room was lined with female guests. All four walls of the room were lined with glass windows. I could see the skyline of a major city. Anyone in the surrounding buildings with a telescope could easily see me.
Scantily clad female waitresses were working the room with drinks and snacks. Some guests were seated and some were walking around mingling amongst the crowd.
Next to me was a display of various whips and other torture implements.
My cock stood straight out and acted like a pointer as I was turned in the middle of the room.
Lady Valda adjusted what looked like a clock on the wall, she then announced to the crowd,
"Ladies, Ladies, can I have your attention,"
"Is everyone having a great time so far?"
Claps and cheers filled the room.
"Ok, let our first game begin!"
"I've set this timer to go off every half hour, every time it goes off the stage will stop."
"Whoever his penis is pointing at when it stops will get to abuse him for one minute, anyway they choose. We have set out some toys for you to use, or you can have your own."
"Anyway we choose," came a question from the crowd.
"Yes, but keep in mind that Ruby required me to make an injury deposit so I will be charged for any medical care he may need when I return him."
