"You're enjoying this far too much," John whispered in my ear. "These people want to believe that we are raping you. Help them believe. Resist, struggle, beg."
"OH, GOD, PLEASE STOP RAPING ME! YOUR HUGE COCKS ARE SPLITTING ME IN HALF! SHOW ME SOME MERCY!"
The fucking ended much too soon for me. Both men demonstrated flawless control and pulled free at the same instant. "TAKE THIS, BITCH," Big Cock said. Thick ropes of creamy jism shot all the way up to my tits. While he was soaking my front, John was showering my burning buttocks with a copious quantity of fuck juice. The audience howled with delight. Moans and groans were mixed in with the applause as some of the voyeurs, either intentionally or accidentally shot their loads onto the floor.
I was lowered to the floor after John and Big Cock raped me. Two of my Mistresses attached clamps to my nipples and tightened them until I gasped and my eyes teared. One of the sadistic sluts grabbed the chain connecting the clamps and pulled me toward a fiendish-looking device that was being rolled onto the stage. The crowd cheered as they saw my beautiful tits distended in front of me. I was soon strapped in place on the Horse, so named because I was in a position similar to that of a jockey on a horse. Every orifice in my body was at cock height and available to anyone who wanted to make use of them.
The three Masters who had not yet raped me came forward to take their turns. Before they penetrated, they delivered five stinging blows to my ass with a riding crop. The shrieks that came from my mouth were the real thing. The first Master roughly drove his cock into my pussy, fucked me hard for awhile, then pulled out and raised his aim. Coated with my slippery juices, his knob slid smoothly into my rump. Much too soon for me, he pulled out and sprayed my tingling ass.
The first Master failed to make me cum, but the second one did not. I was no longer able to pretend that I was suffering. The audience had caught on to the fact that I was enjoying myself, so Big Cock had no choice but to grant me permission to cum. I fainted while the third Master was fucking me and woke to the cheers of the crowd as a bucket of cold water was thrown in my face to revive me.
"PUT THE WHORE ON THE FUCKING MACHINE!" Big Cock bellowed. "IT WILL MAKE A WOMAN OUT OF HER." My eyes widened when another diabolical device was rolled onto the stage. The Mistresses placed the machine in front of me to show me how it worked. Two long steel rods protruded from holes in a large, wooden box. A dildo about a foot in length was attached to the end of the bottom rod and one about half its size was attached to the top rod. "Have you ever been raped by a machine, slut?" one of them asked. She flipped a switch and the dildos began to move in opposite directions, the top one moving away from the box and the bottom one moving toward it. The Mistress rotated a dial and the dildos moved faster. The machine was moved into place behind me and the dildos were lined up with my orifices. Then they began moving in and out of me, the small one into my ass and the large one into my cunt. To the delight of the audience, I was soon howling like a she-wolf in heat. No man had ever fucked me so good.
While the Fucking Machine was driving me to the brink of insanity, the others put on a whipping show. All ten slaves were whipped on the ass using synchronized blows. For variety, various kinds of whips were used. There were cats, riding crops, canes, switches and paddles. After each blow, the instruments were passed around so the slaves would get a taste of all of them. When the whipping show was over, the slaves lined up with their backs to the audience and bent forward so the audience could see their marks. Their asses were striped with angry red blotches and welts. The audience applauded loud enough to rattle the chandeliers.
"DEGRADE THE SLUT!" Big Cock shouted. The sadists returned to me and roughly removed me from the Fucking Machine and the Horse. I was forced to my knees and two Masters on each side of me took a tight grip on my braids to prevent me from moving my head. The male slaves were ordered forward to jack off in my face. Big Cock ordered me to keep my eyes and mouth open. I had never seen a man masturbate before and watched with fascination as the first slave pumped his thick cock. He made a growling noise as he shot his load. The first shot sailed into my gaping mouth and down my throat. The second shot blinded me. It took me several minutes to blink away the spunk that clouded my vision. The crowd applauded each wet volley. By the time the fifth and last slave had shot his load, my face was covered with creamy splooge.
My ordeal was far from over. I soon found myself suspended by my ankles with my head just above the floor and my hands shackled behind my back. My Mistresses and Masters formed a circle around me, some with cats dangling from their hands. Someone gave me a hard push, and then I was swinging wildly with gobs of cum flying off of my face. Whenever I came close to someone with a whip, I received a blow. Finally, a Mistress grabbed one of the braids dangling from the side of my head and pulled me roughly to her. Holding me tightly by the braids, she ground her hairy pussy in my face. "EAT MY CUNT, BITCH!" she screamed.
After a few seconds of tonguing her slit, she gave me a hard push and I spun wildly until one of the men grabbed the flying braids. He held tightly to them as he pumped his cock into my mouth. This continued until I had performed oral sex on everyone. Meanwhile, the slaves had been given permission to have sex with each other and five couples were fucking in five different positions on the outside of the circle.
The cum-shots had been planned as meticulously as everything else. When one of the Masters announced that he was cumming, the two Mistresses on either side grabbed my braids to free his hands and to hold me in place. He grinned as he jacked a sloppy load into my face. I was given a fresh spin and fresh cum flew off of my face to speckle the legs of my tormentors.
After the last Master came in my face, all five of them came forward and gave me a golden shower with my cunt as a target. Their amber streams hitting my clit triggered my final orgasm.
The Masters and Mistresses lined up to receive a standing ovation while we slaves went to our knees and bowed down to the audience. As I took my subservient bow, cum dripped off of my face onto the floor.
We drifted backstage in silence. John rushed out into the theater and wandered up and down the aisles grinning down at the floor. He was ecstatic when he returned. "My, God, the floors are covered with cum. I have never seen so much. They all must have gotten their rocks off two or three times each. This may have been our best performance yet, thanks to our new Slave Princess."
John introduced me to my new partners. Men and women who had been whipping me just moments before now hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. What a transformation! Those who had wielded the whips were now rubbing soothing cream into the asses of those they had whipped. I learned that Big Cock's name was Charles. He was a very nice man who seemed much to gentle to play the part of a sadist. However, he played the part very well.
To keep our audience coming back for more, we made small changes to the play each week and presented a new one each month. Because of his enormous cock, Charles always played the part of Headmaster. I always played the role of the Slave Princess. All of the others switched roles. Mistresses became slave girls and Masters became slave boys.
I made a small fortune during my three years as the star of John's play. I had enough money to live on for the rest of my life. I left my sordid life behind and retired to a comfortable mansion in the country. But every few months, the itch in my pussy becomes unbearable and I return to the stage for the whippings that I have become addicted to.
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