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Chapter 23 Lesbian Leather Rave
“Jesus, that hurts,” said Stacy responding to the strain in her groin as Lenore and Gretchen pulled on the rope attached to the cuff buckled around Stacy’s ankle. The rope moved around the pulley high above the stage raising her off the floor leaving Stacy suspended by one leg.
“It’s supposed to hurt, Bitch. Otherwise it wouldn’t be sado-masochism,” said Lenore, Faye’s rather plain looking fellow domina. Lenore was also Faye’s work out partner. The exposed parts of her body rippled with muscle as her arms strained to raise Stacy.
The leather cuffs bit into both ankles as the two girls stretched her to the verge of dislocation. A short length of chain secured the other leg to an eyebolt in the floor.
“That’s enough, you two. We’re not trying to dismember her,” said Faye looking up from her search through her large nylon equipment bag.
Stacy’s position reminded her of the yoga posture called a standing one leg split, one foot firmly on the ground and the other pointed toward the ceiling with her hands grasping the ankles nearest the floor. It was a difficult posture requiring both balance and strength.
But Lenore and Gretchen had raised Stacy off the floor until the chain around the ankle on the floor was taut. Giving a final pull, they managed to add enough tension to where Stacy screamed in pain.
“Shut up or I’ll gag you. Don’t embarrass me,” whispered Faye as she expertly snapped a pair of police handcuffs on Stacy’s wrist.
“How long will I be expected to stay in this position?” asked Stacy looking at the back of the curtain concealing her from the audience standing in front of the stage. Stacy was in a theatre named the Pilgrim in downtown Boston.
She recalled Portia had researched the Pilgrim when she learned it was the location of the Auto-De-Fe.
“The place was built in 1926 in an art deco style. It was quite beautiful in its day,” said Portia looking at a WEB site dedicated to purchasing and restoring the old theatre.
“Is that the old theatre in Boston’s Combat Zone,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, it was originally designed to show silent movies and showcase vaudeville acts. So it must have a stage,” said Portia.
“When did it close,” asked Stacy?
“1964, as a regular movie theatre, done in by the mall and the mega-plex,” said Portia.
“That was a hell of a long time ago. How come no one tore it down?”
“According to the Save Our Pilgrim WEB site, it showed adult movies until about ten years ago,” said Portia.
“Deep Throat, Debbie Does Dallas, that kind of film,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, movies for the raincoat crowd,” said Portia.
“Raincoat crowd, you lost me,” said Stacy.
“Passé expression, men supposedly wore raincoats to the porn theatres. They could play with their cocks under the raincoats and no one could see what they were doing,” said Portia.
“Doesn’t exactly sound like they could fool anyone,” said Stacy.
“Probably didn’t. Anyway, they stopped showing triple X films several years ago. No doubt the Internet, VHS, and the DVD killed it. Why take the risk of jerking off in public when you can do it in the privacy of your own home.”
“So why is the Auto-De-Fe in such a historic building,” asked Stacy?
“You can probably rent it cheap. Rock concerts by bands you’ve never heard of are held there. I bet you can still smell urine and jism left from the good old days.”
“Now I am really looking forward to Saturday night,” said Stacy.
“Want to make a donation to the Pilgrim Restoration Fund?”
“What’s their goal?”
“Ten million and they have raised three million,” said Portia.
“I’ll talk to my accountant,” said Stacy.
Stacy had been surprised by the size of the theater. The lobby was huge. There were two balconies and an orchestra level that seated over a thousand movie goers when it opened. The seats had been removed except for several rows in the back. A crowd of female dominants and slaves was standing at stage edge anxiously waiting for the four competing mistresses to exhibit their slaves in positions of restraint. The one displaying her slave in the most original and painful position won a gift certificate from a local leather store. Faye had informed Stacy winning was more a matter of prestige than a valuable prize.
“How long do I have to stay in this position? I may never walk again,” said Stacy.
“Until the judges decide the winner, now shut the fuck up,” said Faye tying off the rope that bound Stacy’s cuffed hands. Her wrists and foot were tied to the same ring embedded in the stage.
“Yes, Mistress,” said Stacy trying to relax.
“Make sure she turns easily,” said Faye to her helpers. Seconds later, Stacy was spinning in a blur.
“Don’t, you’ll make her puke,” said Faye grabbing Stacy to stop the motion.
Around her there were three other mistresses busily at work with ropes and pulleys preparing their slaves.
“You’re going to geld me, damn it,” said the young male slave next to Stacy right before he screamed in pain.
“One more word and I will twist them off and give them to a dyke friend of mine to make a pair of earrings,” said his mistress. Straining to look in his direction Stacy could see he was hanging in a reverse suspension, belly to the stage floor, suspended from the ceiling by his ankles and wrists. Spreader bars separated his legs and arms reminding Stacy of a naked Superman. His mistress had just attached a clear plastic bag of ball bearings to his wildly overstretched testicles. A cock ring maintained his sizeable erection. There was a growing puddle of sweat on the floor below him.
I am still definitely bi-sexual decided Stacy staring hard at his cock and wondering how it would feel inside her. She doubted there would be a chance for her to find out.
“Done,” commented Gretchen as she tied off the rope Lenore was straining to keep taut.
“This is a very tight crotch stretch. You know how to tell?” asked Lenore placing her hand on Stacy’s sex.
“The tendons in her inner thigh are standing out,” offered Gretchen. “She’s on the verge of dislocating something.”
“Nope, her pussy is gapped open just a tiny bit. See,” said Lenore sticking several fingers inside Stacy’s vagina and twisting them causing Stacy to moan. “She’s wet too. What a fucking whore! Where did you find this slut, Faye?”
“Long story, keep working you two,” said Faye.
Stacy grunted as Lenore forced more of her hand into the narrow opening. Lenore worked her fingers in and out of Stacy’s cunt several times before bringing them to her mouth for a taste.
“She’s full of goo, like churning butter. Nothing tastes better than a pussy in pain,” said Lenore licking her fingers. “Fear enhances the flavor. Want a taste, Gretchen?”
“I said stop fucking around you two. We have to finish in exactly five minutes. Put this up her tush,” said Faye handing Gretchen a long graduated brightly colored anal dildo. Concentric donuts of graduated along its length. The largest was four inches in diameter. There was a small ring at the top of the plug. Stacy now realized why Faye had inserted such a huge butt plug in her ass while they were at her apartment. She was getting me ready concluded Stacy.
“Need some lube,” said Gretchen reaching into Faye’s bag to extract a large tube of Wet.
“You’re going to let us play with her later. Aren’t you, Faye?” asked Lenore ignoring Faye’s order to stop putting her fingers in Stacy’s cunt.
“Sure, if we win, she’s yours until the slave auction. Jesus Christ, Stacy, you’ve got big tits. That’s the largest suction cup they sell,” said Faye placing a large glass cylinder over Stacy’s breast. The lip of the cylinder was coated with a silicone lubricant that created a tight seal when it came in contact with Stacy’s chest.
“What’s that,” asked Stacy?
“That is a nipple and breast pump,” said Faye slipping a second cylinder over her other breast.
“What does it do,” asked Stacy?
“It shapes and enlarges your breasts and nipples,” said Faye attaching a clear plastic hose to the ends of both cylinders.
“Shapes how,” asked Stacy?
“If I had time I would train you to never question your mistress. You’ll see,” said Faye rapidly squeezing the handle of the pump.
“Does it hurt,” asked Stacy starting to feel the suction?
“Of course, silly, you’re going to beg us to cut your tits off,” said Gretchen.
“Pump her up for me,” said Faye handing the vacuum pump to Lenore.
Stacy watched in disbelief as her mammary formed itself into a perfect cylinder and moved down the glass tube. Her nipple grew thicker and longer as her breast was drawn toward the end. The pain was almost more than she could bear.
“Beer can titties, I just love beer can titties,” said Lenore. “What’s her hole like, Grech?”
“You into Yoga and Pilates, Slave Girl,” asked Gretchen her fingers stroking the walls of Stacy’s vagina as her other hand worked the ringed anal dildo past her sphincter. Gretchen enjoyed being able to feel the dildo’s donut rings through the walls of Stacy’s vagina.
“Yes, I practice Astanga Yoga daily and go to Pilates Reformer class three times a week,” said Stacy amazed at the effect the pump was having on the shape of her breasts. Her nipples were huge.
“I knew it. Guys must love to fuck you,” said Gretchen amazed at the strength of the muscles lining Stacy’s vagina.
“Let me feel,” said Lenore reaching up to replace Gretchen’s hand with her own. Lenore forced four of her stubby fingers inside Stacy.
Stacy moaned as she felt Lenore’s fingers rub the walls of her vagina.
“She has got a big G-spot. I bet she cums like a crack whore,” said Lenore.
“All done, bowel deep,” said Gretchen when Stacy’s sphincter closed around the narrow neck of the long anal dildo.
Stacy bowels felt full to the point of bursting and she whimpered in pain.
“Does that hurt, Stacia? Is it too big for your precious little butt hole? Wait till Lenore and I fist you. I’m going in up to my elbow and crack your ovaries together like castanets,” taunted Gretchen?
“God yes it hurts. I feel like my bowels are going to burst,” said Stacy.
“Excellent, that it is how it should be. There’s no point to an anal dildo unless it hurts like hell,” said Gretchen grabbing the T-shaped handle and giving it a turn causing Stacy to cry out.
“What I wouldn’t give to have her boobs. What size, Stacy?” asked Gretchen as she pumped.
“34D,” said Stacy trying to block out the pain that seemed to be coming from all directions.
“They’re not real, are they? Who did them for you?” asked Gretchen.
“They’re real,” said Stacy wearily.
“Bullshit, they’re implants,” said Gretchen slapping Stacy hard on her bare bottom.
“No, they’re all mine. Implants would have burst by now and saline solution would be running out my mouth and pussy,” said Stacy.
“Oh, I didn’t think of that. I guess they’re real,” said Gretchen helping Faye close the air valve and disconnect the pump from the end of the cylinders.
“On three,” said Faye taking hold of the base of the glass cylinder. Gretchen was holding the other cylinder.
Gretchen counted to three where upon both girls twisted the cylinders breaking the seal. Stacy sounded a sharp cry as the lubricant reluctantly relaxed its grip on her tender flesh. When Stacy looked down she saw that her breasts had retained their cylindrical shape. Her nipples were over an inch long. There was a red ring around the base and it was throbbing with pain.
“Lenore, stop playing in Stacy’s pussy and bind her hair,” said Faye handing Lenore a large clamp.
“Are you a natural blonde too?” asked Lenore gathering Stacy’s hair in one hand.
“Just highlights, Ouch,” said Stacy as she felt Lenore release the clamp capturing her hair.
“Done, what’s next, boss lady?” asked Lenore.
“Hook this to the end of the hair clamp,” said Faye handing Lenore a short elastic chord with an S-hook on each end.
“Got it,” said Lenore hooking the hair clamp and drawing Stacy’s head straight back until the tendons in her neck showed the strain.
“Now feed it down the crack of her ass through the eyelet on the end of the anal dildo then around to her cunt and through the eyelet on the end of the dildo in his pussy,” said Faye.
“Dildo, what dildo in her pussy?” asked Lenore looking around.
“Shit, I forgot, this one,” said Faye grabbing a very large dildo out of her equipment bag.
“Got a smaller one? I don’t think it will fit,” said Lenore eying its ten-inch length and even more impressive girth.
“One minute to curtain,” announced a nearby contest official.
“Make it fit. That’s all I got,” said Faye.
“Hope you didn’t plan on ever having a family, Stacy. This baby is a womb ripper,” said Lenore as she began to force the five-inch diameter object into what appeared to be a one-inch hole.
When Stacy opened her mouth to scream, Faye deftly captured the tip of her tongue between the jaws of a spring loaded tongue crusher. She allowed the jaws to snap shut on the soft muscle choking off her scream of agony. Stacy’s pink tongue was smashed flat by the tension. Unable to close her mouth or speak properly, she babbled her misery.
“Tongue crushers are just so unpleasant. We got to get some pics once we’re done,” said Gretchen.
“Won’t go, Faye,” said Lenore. “Sure you don’t have anything smaller or we could just forget it.”
“The fuck it won’t,” said Faye reaching up to slam the heel of her hand down on the base of the still protruding dildo. Stacy’s shriek of agony came out as a guttural cry thanks to the tongue crusher. Her cry was quickly followed by an even louder expression of agony when Faye used several more blows with the heel of her hand to pound the dildo home.
It’s in. Just needed to apply a little elbow grease,” said Faye. “Thread the chord through the loop.”
“What’s the matter, Stacy? Cat got your tongue,” said a laughing Gretchen reaching down to pull and twist Stacy’s nipple.
As Stacy’s entire body trembled, Lenore threaded the chord through the ring on the base of the dildo then stretched the elastic to place the s-hook through the ring on the tongue presser.
“Let her rip,” said Faye.
Lenore released the elastic cable. It snapped taut. Stacy’s head jerked back as the clamp in her hair took hold. At the same time, Stacy’s pink tongue was yanked over her lower teeth. The elastic chord firmly held the butt plug and dildo in place. Stacy’s whimpers of pain were muted by her inability to control her tongue.
“Wow, you’re a fucking bondage genius, Faye,” said Gretchen admiring the end result. “The bitch is really hurting.”
“Look at her eyes and the way the tendons in her neck are standing out. You can tell she’s in god awful pain,” said Lenore. “She may rip her tongue out or snatch her head bald before we’re done.”
“Tough titty, I intend to win tonight,” said Faye determinedly as she reached into a bag for her camera.
“Curtains coming up,” announced someone. Lenore and Gretchen grabbed the bags of equipment and scurried off stage along with the rest of the helpers as the curtain opened on the four dominas and their painfully restrained slaves. Faye gave Stacy a spin.
The winner was decided by applause and when the official asked the audience to vote for Mistress Faye and Slave Stacy the crowd applauded long and loud. Stacy had to stay in position for several minutes while Faye accepted the congratulations of her peers and a gift certificate.
Gretchen and Lenore untied Stacy and helped her to walk to the back of the theatre where she spent the next hour performing oral sex. Faye’s helpers proved to be very loud and demanding about how they wanted their pussy eaten and their assholes tongued.
“Shit, Stacy, go comb your hair and fix your make-up,” said Faye arriving promptly at the end of the hour to announce Stacy was going up for sale in the slave auction.
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In spite of her recent exhibition of sexual intercourse before a large crowd at the prison, Stacy found it humiliating to crawl on her hands and knees out on stage wearing nothing but heels, hose, and a dog collar attached to Mistress Faye’s leash. A crowd of two hundred murmured their approval of Faye’s slave. Faye liberally applied the small whip to Stacy’s rear as they covered the short distance. Moments before, Stacy and Faye had watched from the wings as several slaves were auctioned.
“Hold your head high and stick your boobs out. We want to get a good price,” hissed Faye when the announcer introduced them. “It’s for charity so you should give it your best shot.”
Once they reached stage center, Faye pulled Stacy to her feet. She found herself standing at stage edge looking down on the crowd. Her breasts and nipples had almost returned to their normal size.
“Do your yoga wheel,” whispered Faye.
Stacy gracefully leaned backward bending her knees until her hands touched the floor. She thrust her abdomen toward the ceiling as she widened her legs. Stacy was in a yoga position called the wheel or reverse table. The crowd applauded her flexibility.
Faye stepped over Stacy straddling her. Holding the end of a flashlight in her mouth, she took hold of Stacy’s labia and pulled them apart. Stacy’s vagina opened as Faye leaned down to focus the light on the dark hole. Based on the applause, Faye’s little display proved a crowd pleaser
“If she was my bitch, I would have ringed her,” was a comment heard from the audience. That brought to Stacy’s mind Portia and her labial rings. Stacy had noted that a surprising number of the females present had rings piercing their clits and labia.
“Now turn around, grab your cheeks and show them your asshole,” said Faye after helping Stacy to stand
A mortified Stacy did as instructed.
“Squat down,” said Faye emphasizing her point with a blow from her leather studded paddle.
This has got to be my personal low thought Stacy standing bent forward in a crouch with her hands firmly separating her buttocks so wide it hurt. Once again, Faye illuminated her orifice.
Stacy stood quietly with Faye holding her leash as the auction got underway.
“For two full hours, one hundred and twenty minutes of Slave Stacia’s time, how much am I bid?” said the Auctioneer.
“The bidding started at fifty dollars but quickly went to two hundred. The previous high had been one hundred fifty. The building quickly settled down between two of the Mistresses. A tall statuesque blonde at the back of the crowd added fifty dollars to whatever amount was bid.
At the surprising sum of five hundred, the bidder in the back prevailed.
“Five hundred, going, going, gone, sold to Mistress. What’s your title, Mistress?” said the Auctioneer.
“Mistress Charlize,’ said the female walking forward and laying five Ben Franklins on the edge of the stage.
“Sold to Mistress Charlize, a new member of our organization,” said the announcer.
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