Kathy

Since people were too fascinated by the spectacle to want a drink I experimented with standing on my toes. I found that my legs would begin to cramp in a few moments and it was hard to keep my balance. The girls had the same problem and would have to step forward or back to catch their balance which would scrape their pussies on the tacks. Their face would grimace with pain at each stumble. As time went on they would let their heels go to the floor to relieve the strain on their muscles then quickly raise themselves back up as the tacks sunk into their skin.It wasn't over till one of the girls let herself go flat-footed with all the tacks buried in her pussy trying not to move as tears fell from her eyes. They dropped the two by fours down and helped them off then the loser was tied to the ceiling beam by her arms for her flogging. I thought Bobby was very kind as he gave the first person in line a light thong whip like mine. It could have been worse. She must have taken over a hundred lashes. A bad whip would have caused a lot of damage. It actually got worse for her later. Julia's master had won her and I heard him tell her to eat Julia's pussy while he whipped her ass with that nasty switch till Julia came. Her poor butt was bleeding in several places when Julia finally went into orgasm.

For the next event they had a girl tied to the wall with a clear plastic shield covering her face and throat. They had pi

The last event was really wild. They led in a girl with very large tits and tied her to the ground with her hands above her head and her feet tied just below her butt and about three feet apart. Then two boys held her knees apart while my school principal forced two deep sea fish hooks in each of her pussy lips and two more through her nipples. While she laid there sobbing with the six hooks pulling up slightly on her nipples and pussy Bobby explained the procedure. He held up a douche syringe as he explained,

"This contains about a pound of water. Behind the hole in the wall is a plastic garbage can. The fish line you see attached to her run up to pulleys and to the can. Her goal is to sell one hundred of these syringes to you. If you get all the water in these syringes into the hole there will be about a hundred pounds pulling up on the hooks. The event will end when she has taken all the syringes, one or more of the hooks is ripped out of the skin, or she screams. If she screams she will absorb as many lashes with this riding quirt as the unsold syringes. You can only buy one syringe at a time to allow all of you to participate."

I watched enthralled and with growing excitement as the hooks slowly tightened with each syringe and the lips of her pussy stretched and her breasts were lifted by them. When her breasts had formed cone shapes it must have become too much and she strained to raise up her body. This didn't help since the can just dropped down to continue the pressure and then she was committed because she did not want to add to the pressure by letting her body back to the floor. Just as I was staring at her stretched pussy expecting one of the hooks to tear out at any second she screamed!

They let her hang there while they counted the remaining syringes. Her screams finally change to sobs as her body relaxed and her torso was held in the air by the hooks.

She had missed her goal by thirty. Bobby handed the quirt to the man that was holding a syringe when she screamed. I expected them to cut her loose and hang her up for the whipping. I was shocked to see the man go over to the other side of her to avoid obstructing our view and began whipping her poor stretched tits, pussy, and stomach. He was not hitting her very hard but at first she made it worse by flinching from the lashes which caused the can to jump up and down and stretch her skin alarmingly.

I found myself pulling on my nipples and pussy until I went into orgasm.

I thought it was all over at that point but it wasn't. Bobby had all of us serving girls come up to him and he proceeded to auction us off to the high bidder. I was really proud when my principal got me at seven hundred and fifty dollars as I knew he couldn't really afford this on his salary. It turned out he only had to pay a fraction of that because he rented me out to others. My mouth, pussy, or ass seemed to be full the rest of the night. Since there was no foreplay or pain involved I didn't get to cum at all. Finally five AM rolled around. Bobby a

"Jesus! Didn't you get enough last night? You must have fucked about twenty people."

"At least! But none of them got me off. I need you, Bobby."

"Okay. Wait till I take a piss and I'll see if I can get it up. I had to fuck a bunch of those old ladies to make the goal."

"Did we make it?"

"We sure did. Enough to pay for the whole thing. When it is built it will be dedicated to you girls at a party and there will be a bronze plaque with your names on it."

When he came back we laid on our sides while I used my mouth and tongue on him while he expertly worked on my pussy with his tongue and fingers. He must have been really exhausted because it took a long time for me to get him hard. This was great for me because I was so horny by the time he got hard I was in orgasm long before he came.

Next Monday at school brought a surprise. My principal called me out of my last class to come to his office. When I got there he had me lie on my stomach on his desk and suck his dick while he beat my ass with a ski

Bobby noticed my red eyes from crying and my gasp when I sat down.

"What's the matter with you."

I told him all the details of my ordeal by the principal. He looked at my ass and told me it was all bruised.

"Don't worry honey. That son of a bitch will never bother you again."

He went into the school and when he got back he told me it was all taken care of and gave me a hundred dollar bill.

"Here. He gave this to me for you and told me to tell you he was sorry."

I don't know what Bobby said to him but it was really effective. He avoided me like poison from then on.

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