by Susan Sass
The hands on her body were lifting her, turning her, but Faith was hardly aware. Her eyes blinked again and instead of the plaza she saw her Master. He was before her, his cock close to her face, hard and erect. Aya’s voice was filling her ears, “Little slave, open your mouth, receive him.” A random splinter of fear shot through her and Faith clenched her eyes shut, retreating back into the sensations, hiding from the thought. Hot fingers were on her face, spreading her lips and passively her jaws parted. As she felt the cock slide into her mouth, Aya murmured into her ear, “Good, so good.” Faith could feel her Mistress’s body pressed against her back, kneeling close behind her, once more trapping and sheltering her.
Fingers stroked her face, her throat, massaging and echoing the touches that continued in the folds of her lower lips. A deep compelling scent and flavor filled her head. It was strong, intoxicating and seemed to push her higher. With a soft groan of surprise, wanting more, Faith lunged forward and tried to envelope the thing in her mouth, to take it all, only to gag and jerk away, but unable to bear the separation she pressed back and choked again. The hands on her face steadied her, holding her back from her spastic frenzy, slowing her, guiding her. For a brief instant her eyes blinked and she looked up and met his eyes, and a wave of calm shot through her. Slowing, relaxing, letting the safety of his regard and touch guide her she let her eyes slide shut once more.
Faith thrust against the fingers that rhythmically rubbed against her throbbing clit, her hands found his hips to steady herself, and she sensually slid her mouth along the shaft in the same primal rhythm of her surging hips. As she approached her peak, her body began to struggle again, trying to speed up, and to her rapture the hands on her body moved with her, not only allowing her, encouraging her. Again her Mistress’s voice filled her ears, “Yes, little slave, yes, good.” And with those words, that approval, her body exploded. No longer aware of anything other than the all encompassing waves of pleasure that lifted and shook her, Faith did not even hear her muffled choking cries. Her owner’s hands on her body did not relent, her Master held her head in vice like hands, his own rhythms matching hers. Her Mistress’s fingers working their magic on her body, demanded more, pushed her higher, forcing her hips and belly to convulse over and over. Her Master’s hands tensed, he pushed deep, and as his essence filled her mouth, Faith did not need her Mistress’s voice to prompt her to swallow. Without thought, Faith eagerly sucked and swallowed, this new taste just one more thing to revel in.
As Faith slowly became aware of her surroundings, both her Master and Mistress’s voices blended in her ears. Soft words of praise slowly registered, “Good girl, very good,” and once more strong, safe arms pulled her to cuddle in the warm safety of a lap. There was an explosion of applause and for the briefest of instants Faith thought perhaps that the ovation was for her, but as she blinked she saw Marc, victor and Layla bowing before the crowd.
Chapter 19
Layla was half sitting up on the padded platform, her legs spread wide, her mouth open in shocked surprise. The doctor was up there, rushing about pushing an absurd wheeled examination table around the plaza, it had revolving red ambulance lights on poles at the front, gynecological stirrups on the back. But he was not just pushing it around, he was chasing tiffany as she dodged, screamed, and tried to keep from being run over. The doctor was wearing a huge messy wig with one of those old silver round things on his forehead that Faith remembered seeing from silly cartoons about doctors. He had a huge messy fake mustache, a long white examination coat with pockets bulging with various objects that flew open as he ran, and little else beyond a pair of black socks held up by garters. Tiffany was wearing a parody of a tiny little nurses outfit that had the bodice unbuttoned and was too short to cover up her cute little bottom and a pair of white high heels that made her teeter and careen around the plaza as she tried to escape the ‘crazy doctor’.
Finally the pursuit around the plaza slowed and the Doctor parked the examination table near Layla. Hauling out a large bright pink dildo the doctor held it like a cigar and then clenched it between his teeth and marched around in circles, half bent over, his hands clasped behind his back. Finally he stopped and grinned at the audience in an exaggerated ‘ahah!’ expression, pretending to take a big drag off it and then Mimed tapping off the ashes onto tiffany’s naked breasts and there was a funny squawking sound that came over the loudspeakers. Dropping the pink dildo cigar into a big pocket, the doctor pulled out a stethoscope and leaned close to tiffany and ‘listened’ to her tits, moving from one to the next. Faith wondered who was doing the sound effects as a loud heart beat rapid bump, bump of a heart beat filled the plaza. Tiffany wiggled and squealed as the doctor moved the stethoscope from one nipple to the other.
Finally tiffany grabbed the end of the stethoscope and Mimed speaking into the end of it, pointing at Layla with exaggerated concern. The doctor nodded eagerly and then turned to leer at the naked girl. When the doctor looked at Layla there was a loud wolf whistle that came over the PA system. Both of them turned to the girl who could not resist shrieking in hysterical giggles as they lifted her to the examination table and strapped her down, her hands strapped to the upright posts in the front and her ankles locked into the stirrups. Again the doctor pulled out the stethoscope and listened to Layla. This time the bump, bump over the speakers was accompanied with an alarming set of bangs and whistles and he shook his head gravely. Moving to lean over between her legs he reacted violently, recoiling like he had seen something terribly unexpected in there.
Gesticulating wildly, he hauled tiffany over to look and as the tiny blond nurse leaned over, the doctor took advantage of her vulnerable position to lewdly grip her hips and lunge his hips against her ass, knocking her forward. A loud series of honks and beeps accompanied his antics and the crowd laughed even louder. Faith remained curled in her Master’s lap, giggling along with his deeper, unrestrained laughter. Her body was still tingling and so soft and relaxed in his cradling arms. Again, idly, almost without thought, his hands began their exploration of her body, stroking, petting, caressing, and Faith could not help but undulate and purr as the warmth began to build inside her again.
The doctor hauled out a stainless steel speculum and brandished it around, using the thumbscrew he opened and closed it, the sound effects coming through the speakers a ascending loud clicking ratchet. Nodding in satisfaction he pushed the mechanical device between Layla’s legs. Her knees and the doctor’s body obscured exactly what he was doing but the sound effect and Layla’s sudden loud “Oh, oh, oh!” made it clear what was happening. Once he was satisfied, the doctor lifted up his head and gave a dramatic nod. Next the doctor began to roll up his sleeve, rolling it up and up clear past the elbow, and then flexed his arm and worked his fingers as if preparing for a very strenuous act.
All the laughter had died down to a few scattered giggles and everyone was watching in suspense as the doctor leaned down and from Faith’s vantage point appeared to reach the entire length of his arm into Layla. Faith’s rational Mind screamed that this was impossible and Layla, did not seem to react. The doctor appeared to be struggling with something, his feet braced and the sound effect was a loud squeaking of a cork being pulled from a bottle, and then with a final herculean tug there was a loud pop and the doctor fell back and held up an impossibly huge rubber dildo. It was at least three feet long and as big around log. The doctor held the massive object up and stared at it with huge disbelieving eyes and then looked at Layla, his eyebrows and mustache wiggling in apparent amazement. Layla seemed shocked and embarrassed, shaking her head in denial. The plaza was erupting in applause and shrieks and then the doctor dropping the huge thing on the ground held up his hand in a ‘wait, wait’ gesture and reached back in.
This time he began to pull out a long brightly colored scarf, that was tied to another and then another and then to a rope that was a clothes line that had about a dozen pairs of panties hanging from it. At first bright colored satin underwea
r, but then they began to get bigger and more silly; big fat lady white cotton panties and then old fashioned lacy long legged bloomers ending up with a one piece pair of red long underwear. But the rope continued and once again the doctor seemed to find something ‘stuck’ up there and had to yank and pull hard. Eventually the tug of war ended up with another loud pop, and an oversized naked baby doll came out and the doctor reacted like a proud papa, cradling the silly plastic baby, beaming like first time daddy.
Next things got a little silly and Faith realized that tiffany must be passing items to the doctor from the far side of the examination table. He pulled an open bottle of champagne and an empty glass and poured the glass full and tiffany scampered to offer the beverage to JD. Tiffany winked at Faith and knelt held out the glass. JD graciously took the glass, toasted the entire plaza, and sipped. The doctor raised the bottle and appeared to chug down half the contents. Then to Faith’s embarrassment JD pressed the glass to her own lips. The wine wasn’t cold and was a little flat but she took a small swallow, and her Master gave her a quick pat to show he was happy with her willingness to play along with the game. Tiffany trotted back toward the doctor and his patient.
The doctor began to pull out an improbable series of comical objects from Layla’s apparently bottomless cunt, but Faith’s attention was distracted by her Master’s hands finding their way down between her legs once more. This time her Mind was not so fogged with irresistible sexual energy, but now it had all been done once and there was no reason to resist, and in fact Faith realized she did not want to resist. The truth was she did want more; she wanted nothing more than to be washed away by the sea of sensations again. Wrapping her arms around his neck and closing her eyes she leaned her cheek against his chest, listening to the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart.
Tiffany’s voice high and clear announced that their beautiful star would be taking a brief intermission and began to roll Layla from the plaza. The doctor giving the audience a wild grin picked up the huge dildo he had ‘pulled’ from Layla’s cunt and began to follow, lewdly prodding tiffany in the ass with it as he followed them off stage, forcing squeals and protests from the little naughty nurse as they left the stage.
Chapter 20
The audience stood, shouted and clapped enthusiastically, but neither JD nor Faith joined in the applause, their hands and attention otherwise occupied. There was a rumbling sound, and Faith’s eyes blinked and focused on the strange image of Josh and a couple other slaves pushing an large complex wooden sculpture of some sort up onto the plaza. It looked vaguely like some kind of big propeller or windmill turned on its side, with four padded spanking horses arranged around it.
Josh looked very uncomfortable to be standing up in front of everyone, his voice was too soft and he stammered and repeated himself, “Um… ladies and gentle… um… people? We… um… guys in the carpentry shop… made this… um… spanking machine… but now mistress Aya has decreed that the… um… show shouldn’t be so painful… but we were um… thinking that maybe some of you might like to try it out?”
Marc stood up and shouted, “Demonstration!” And there was a general round of shouts, “Yes! You first! Go for it!”
Josh looked sheepish, and then grinned, his white teeth flashing in the spot light. Lifting his hands in a ‘sure, whatever’ shrug he moved to lean over one of the padded supports and grabbed hold of some handles on the far side. One of the guys who had helped move the contraption onto the stage, pulled a lever and there was a whirring and thumping and the wheel began to spin. As each arm of the machine began to spin slowly around each large flexible leather paddle slapped lazily into Josh’s exposed buttocks. Several audience members hooted derisively, calling out that it did not look so bad. Josh lifted his head and called back, “Dare you to come and get on!”
Three more spectators were ‘volunteered’ by their friends and soon all four of the benches were occupied and the wheel began to spin again. The sound of the leather paddles made an odd counterpoint to the hum of the electric motor and then slowly the speed was increased. As the rate of rotation intensified, the cracks of leather on flesh not only became faster, they became louder and soon yelps and hollers of the surprised participants were ringing out. Most of the onlookers had moved down and were standing around close. Suddenly interested, JD released Faith from his lap and walked across the plaza to look closer. Faith staggered along behind him, her legs wobbling and her Mind slow and confused. When her Master stopped, she found herself languidly leaning against him, forgetting any instructions to kneel, forgetting even that he was Master. Almost without thought, his arm came around her, holding her close.
Aya moved to stand close beside JD and she had a very interested look on her face as she stared at the spinning paddles impacting the flinching and hollering volunteers. JD caught her expression and joked, “I think this little carnival ride will find a place down at the stables, don’t you?”
Aya did not speak but her smile was calculating as she nodded. Her eyes fell on Faith and her smile changed, “Has our little slave been behaving herself?”
JD s and slipped his free arm around Aya’s waist, pulling her to stand just as closely as Faith was pressed against him. “Perfectly tame, my pet, perhaps a little shy, hiding her blushing face but she is still just a beginner, and it is kind of charming to have her snuggled so tight against me.” Faith blushed even redder to be discussed, but did not try to move away from his side, instead she found herself pressing closer, hiding her face against his chest once more. JD lifted her face up and looked in her eyes and a shiver ran through her, making the myriad bells ring and as soon as he released her chin she instantly hid her face again. Somehow it was too much to encompass, too much to endure, to see and feel at the same time, and all she wanted now was more sensation. “I love the bells, they sing with the smallest of tremors, the slightest response and she is so sweetly responsive.” His hand stroked down the length of her back and patted her bottom, intentionally making the bells of her little chain skirt jingle louder and then playfully gave her a little swat and again the bells sang out.
There was still a line of eager volunteers waiting to try out the spanking machine when Marc pulled the plug. “Okay, all you crazy masochists, this is not all about you. Put your perverted sexual high jinks on hold.” Several of the audience booed and a voice in the line yelled that he was just as kinky as the rest of them, perhaps more. But Marc just laughed and shouted them down. “We can’t let our star be upstaged by a spanking machine can we? And judging from our most lovely and devastating of Mistress’s expression, I cannot help but believe that all of you will have many, many more opportunities to feel the pain in the future.” There was a roar of laughter at his words and everyone lent a hand moving the large cumbersome contraption off the plaza.
JD turned back toward his seat, still keeping Aya and Faith trapped, one under each arm. Once they got to the throne, Faith paused, unsure if she was expected to kneel again or resume her place in his lap. Without words JD pushed Aya to sit and then squeezed in beside her on the wide padded seat. The seat was wide but there was not room for three to sit and Faith started to kneel at their feet, not sure if she felt relieved or disappointed. The little walk had cleared her Mind a little and some of her doubts and fears were returning. The realization that if he had asked, she would have given him anything, everything, sent a chill through her.
As she gracefully dropped down, JD raised a brow and drew her leash up short, “Where do you think you are going?”
Faith froze, her eyes growing large, flashing to his face and then Aya’s, “Um… um… you… you… um…” Her voice cracked and wavered, “Kneel?”
JD laughed at her total loss of words and shook his head, “I was enjoying having you up here with me, so soft and warm and snuggly.” There was no resisting as his arms pulled her back into his lap. Faith found herself draped across both his and Aya’s laps. She could feel Aya’s legs under her, and Aya’s hands naturally found their
way to rest comfortably on her upper thighs. Faith was so aware of her body, so sensitized that even that simple touch sent electric thrills through her. JD’s arm cradled her close, curling around her, supporting her and naturally falling on and cupping her breast. His voice was rich with contentment, “That’s better.” Intensely aware of her his and her Mistress’s hands on her, Faith was more than a little overwhelmed. And she felt her body once again turning tense, wooden, fearful.
There was a sudden swell in the crowd noise and gratefully Faith turned her head trying to find some distraction from her sudden tension, turned her head, and stared Mindlessly at the confusing scene unfolding in the plaza. Marc and victor where rolling something that looked like a Victorian garden decoration. It was a white painted wrought iron arch, heavily entwined with rose covered brambles. Layla was suspended in that arch, her hands bound high her legs spread wide. She had flowers entwined in her hair. There were already dozens of roses of all colors displayed in beautiful arrangements all around the archway.
