My Mistresses parted the curtains and we peeked into the sold-out theater. "I've never seen such a big crowd," one said. "Standing room only," said the other. "They have come just to see this slut whipped and raped. I can hardly wait to take a cat to that fine ass of hers."
"DRAG THAT WHORE OUT HERE!" The gruff order came from one of the five Masters. The two Mistresses who held me captive roughly pulled me out onto the stage. The crowd roared when they saw how young and beautiful I was. The resistance I put up was nothing more than an act. I was eager for the fun to begin. I was the only cast member wearing clothes. My two handlers rectified that by ripping my garments from my body. I stood naked before everyone. The audience showed its approval with a standing ovation. Tiers of seats surrounded the stage on all four sides. I took a full turn to show everyone my body. Two hundred cocks sticking out through flies were pointing directly at me.
Eighteen naked actors stood in a circle. When my Mistresses pushed me to the floor in front of one of them, I came face to face with the biggest cock that I had ever seen. The monster stuck a foot straight out from a hairy belly. A strand of pre-cum dangled from the piss-hole.
"SUCK MY COCK, SLUT!" He roughly grabbed the braid on the side of my head with one hand and hoisted his cock with the other. He forced the plum-sized bulb into my mouth and plunged it into my throat. Sensitive microphones picked up the retching sounds that I made and broadcast them to the audience, who expressed their delight with resounding applause. Their cheers were music to my ears. I was well on my way to becoming the star of the most notorious BDSM sex show in the country, perhaps in the world.
Before I continue, I must tell you how I came to be on my knees sucking a stranger in front of hundreds of strangers. I wanted to follow in my mother's footsteps by becoming a nurse, but when puberty struck, all of that changed. Eager to learn as much about sex as possible, I searched my father's room and found his pornographic magazine collection. Every day after my parents left for work, I took out the magazines and toyed with my clit as I studied the pictures. When I read an article about the porn industry and learned how much money the women earn, I decided it was the profession for me. Fucking in front of cameras was far more lucrative than changing bedpans.
I wasn't much to look at as a child, but puberty changed all that. The ugly duckling was transformed into a swan overnight. The boys were suddenly panting after me like dogs after a bitch in heat. I studied my body in a mirror and compared it to the bodies in the porno pictures. I was just as hot as any of the porno models. I knew I would succeed, but I never imagined the path that I would take to get there.
As soon as I turned eighteen, I answered an ad for adult film actresses and was interviewed by a good-looking man named John.
"Do you know what BDSM is?" he asked.
"Of course. It's bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism."
"Yes, that's right. Whips and chains. Have you ever tried it?
"No. I don't think I could bring myself to whip someone."
"You don't understand. You will be the one getting whipped. My nineteen partners and I stage elaborate BDSM plays two nights a week. We always have a full house. Four hundred people pay one hundred dollars a head to watch whipping and simulated rape scenes. We lost our star - our Slave Princess - and I need to find a replacement. She made so much money that she decided to retire. It's probably just as well. The audience was getting bored with her. I'm looking for someone who is young, beautiful and innocent. You fill the bill very nicely."
"Well, I don't know," I said. "I had my heart set on a movie career."
"You can have that, too. We bring in professional cameramen one night a week to tape the show. The tapes sell for a hundred dollars a copy. We're making a fortune. And by the way, we split all of our profits equally."
"How much would I make?"
"The box office takes in at least $40,000 every show. Some of that goes toward our expenses. The rest is split equally among us, and it's usually close to two thousand apiece. You can make anywhere from five hundred to a thousand from tape sales. You could easily earn a quarter of a million a year."
That certainly got my attention. Perhaps now you will understand why I submitted to the deviant acts that I am about to describe to you.
"Well, I guess I could give it a try."
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