Cumupance

Meeting the guests.

       It was shame I felt more than anything else as I watched Jennifer finally collapse from the trials exertions. I had panicked during the Wedding Ceremony, I had uttered my lines quickly out of fear of the pain they could inflict on me. I had seen the hurt in Jennifer’s face as I spoke with barely a hesitation. Then given a chance to redeem myself in the trial all I had done was beg for my own selfish release, no wonder she had failed the test I had left her all alone against thousands of viewers. So I let the Dolly's drag me along, taking Jennifer and I where ever they wanted. Finally we stopped, looking around I saw we were in one of the rooms at the Hotel.

       The Dolly, who was easily carrying my Jennifer, simply set her down on the floor none to graciously and they both turned their attention me.

       'Bed time little boy' the dark haired one mocked, with one holding my arms and the other my legs they positioned me on the right side of the double bed. Pulling my arms above my head they cuffed me to the rail on top of the headboard. My legs where stretched out tight and fastened to a rail a foot off of the mattress. Pulling me taut from one end to the other, my backside was the only part of my body actually resting on the bed. The rest of me was suspended from my feet and hands. As if I was lying in an invisible hammock. My gag was replaced muffling any protests I might have made, although the truth was I could think of nothing but how I'd let Jennifer down.

       Jennifer was placed down on the bed next to me, although she seemed barely aware of anything. The tray and attached chains were removed. Replaced with a single chain which ran from her navel ring, up through the ring on her choker. Then down splitting into two as it was joined to each nipple ring, pulling at them slightly. Still in shock from her ordeal she didn't even notice, she was pulled taut down the bed raising most of her away from the white sheets. Her head hanging backwards, between her arms. One of the Dolly's had to hold her mouth open so the gag could be replaced. Apart from rhythmic rise and fall of her chest she seemed dead to the world. Even when the dark haired Dolly unzipped the front of her hot pants and pulled the vibrator out. I winced as a wet plop accompanied her actions The Dolly seemed unsure of what to do with the dildo, it glistened from my wife’s humiliation as she held it in the light. Her eyes landed on me and she smiled happily.

       'This is the closest you'll get to your wife's pussy for a while Wench, hope you enjoy the taste' she said pushing it down into my open mouth wedging it tightly into the ring gag so I couldn't spit it out. The other one was sliding something inside the front of Jennifers hot pants, linking it onto the padlock so it was irremovable. She took great care to ensure it was positioned directly over her clitoris, then closed the open zip hiding whatever it was from sight. 'Nighty night' she laughed as they both left the room, leaving me with my wife's juices dripping slowly into my mouth. I lay there and looked over at my sweet beautiful Jennifer, reflecting on what the beasts had done to her beauty and her impeccable pride. As my eyes travelled her body from the unbecoming bunny ears, to her beautifully sculpted nose disfigured by the “wedding band” down to her bare perfect breasts. My eyes paused on her flat stomach, the hot pink hot pants and the device barely covering her privates. I screamed my voice muffled by the dildo in my mouth, John Long said over a foot of cock in her! The dildo in my mouth wasn’t a foot long, oh my god no! They couldn’t! They wouldn’t dare! Not to my Jennifer!

       Suddenly the television screens on the wall nearest my feet lit up, they were showing some kind of advertisement for CUMupance. It was showing highlights of mine and Jennifer's ordeal so far complete with sound! I saw myself being pierced, Dolly's happy grin as she sat on my face and worst of all I saw Jennifer's treatment in the other dressing room. I heard her begging Dolly to shove the Dildo's in her! I saw her explosive orgasm as her wishes were granted, whilst the seamstress sat on her face writhed in ecstasy. I was beyond tears now, my beautiful and intelligent wife had become a whore for the camera's. Enjoying her imprisonment so much that she orgasmed live on air! Then the finale appeared, our trial. My cock ring suddenly activated massaging me as I watched my wife receive orgasm after orgasm, the footage cut to my pleading face every few seconds reminding me of my shame. The cock ring was arousing me as I watched this disgusting show, forcing me to enjoy our humiliation.

       Thankfully the film finally reached it's end, I expected it the screen to blank but it began again. The film was on a endless loop forcing me to watch and listen, my cock ring starting up every time the trial came on. Hearing a buzzing coming from Jennifer also, it seemed that whatever the Dolly had placed on her groin was also synced to the footage. Starting and stopping with the trial section of the tape. So I lay there waiting for sleep to take me as the horrible events of the day repeated again and again. Kept constantly hard by the massaging of the cock ring, which always stopped just before I could get release. The scent of my wife's arousal seeping out of her to fill the room like a mist, as the taste of her come filled my mouth.

       I must have feel asleep eventually, because suddenly Mike Wood was standing by the side of the bed, the room now brightly lit. He was proudly watching the highlight film, a feeling of accomplishment seemed to flow off of him. If I was not bound securely I would have thrashed the man soundly. I returned his smile with a glare that even a man of his crass intelligence could understand.

       'Ah you're awake' He said. 'I'll just wake Jenny up and I'll run you through the itinerary for today.' he leaned across and shook Jennifer's shoulder, getting no response. He paused looking thoughtful, then smiling as a solution occurred to him he yanked on the chain linked to her piercings. With a muffled scream Jennifer's head shot up as he shook her breasts, her eyes wide as the pain pulled her out of her stupor.

       'Good you are back with us Jenny' I saw Jennifer wince at the use of the shortened version of her name, she had always hated being called Jenny rightly considering it common. The pain and the insult seemed to have brought her to full wakefulness though, she struggled briefly against her bonds testing their strength. Finding they were secure she relaxed, eye's widening as she saw the highlight film running on the wall mounted television. She moaned and dropped her head back in disgust and humiliation.

       'I see you're enjoying our little promo film.' Wood said noticing Jennifer's gaze. The look on her face suggested anything other than enjoyment, but Wood seemed oblivious as he continued. 'It's not really needed given how well the show has pulled in viewers, do you know that even before your trial began we had 75,000 subscribers watch you two perform?' Seventy five thousand! My head swam with that many people watching how long would this be secret from our peers? The fear of discovery and ridicule so strong I froze in dread! What if someone I knew saw? Or my parents! 'Of course that had doubled by the end of the trial, our marketing people say they have never seen anything quite like it. You two are a internet phenomenon. Subscriptions alone are netting us £1.5 Million a hour! What we put into this hotel is a pittance compared to what we are going to net off of you two.'

       

       The film had reached the trial segment, mine and Jennifer's massager's started up simultaneously, she jerked suddenly as she felt the sensation for the first time. She wiggled her hips, trying to get the hideous thing off her most private area. Probably also noticing that the dildo previously lodged in her vagina was now sticking out of my mouth.

       'Ah yes, our little exciters nothing to worry about, they're just synced in with the film. So that whenever the trial sequence is shown, they start. We wouldn't want you two to lose your edge would we? Don't worry though we have them set and timed to not get you off ' Wood smiled happily 'Speaking of the trial I must congratulate you my dear Jenny, none of us in the production office thought you'd go the full distance. Most, myself included thought seven or eight at the most. You certainly have a quite the talent for this sort of thing. You're a real pro.' Jennifer looked as if she was going to be sick as Wood praised her disgusting performance, enduring it must have been terrible enough. But for Wood to congratulate her, as if it was something to be proud of was too much.

       'Perhaps after our job is done here you'd care to discuss some other projects we have several in the works that' he turned and looked at the screen where she was shaking and writhing on her feet as another unwelcome orgasm washed over her, 'based on your performance you will be perfect for!' I was too shocked to react to his brazen suggestion, Jennifer though was railing against her bonds now, incensed. He didn't seem to have noticed though.

       'The Dolly's will be here any moment to get you cleaned inside and out, ready for your first day working in the Hotel. They'll also be bringing you your sumptuous breakfast. After that you'll be on duty helping the guests get settled in. Then this evening you Jenny will be performing the forfeit you accrued for not completing the first trial successfully.' He held his hand up to prevent any protests despite the fact that we were both gagged and bound to the bed. 'I know, I know it did make terribly good viewing but rules are rules. You didn't get your husband off at the end of the day did you?' What kind of wife doesn't get her husband off on their wedding night? Plus the show is called Cumupance and is all about you two high-nosed Lord and Lady getting yours." He laughed and talking to Jennifer said "Last night you definitely got yours bunny girl! Shaking and coming all over the stage! Tonight I can promise you the getting will be a lot different, with the forfeit you earned.'

       Turning to me he smiled and asked, 'You can come can't you? Just think Davey boy of the 1.5 million viewers, how many wanked themselves senseless and shot their load watching.' he motioned to Jennifer 'The Whore cum herself to unconsciousness,' He let out a disgusting chortle 'and the only one that didn't come was her husband.' Smiling broadly at his biting humour he turned as the Dolly's walked in as if summoned by his voice. They were attired in matching outfits except for the colour. The black haired Dolly was in white and the blonde Dolly in black. Though over my massive fake tits I could only see them from the thighs up, what I saw disgusted me in their sleaziness. From the waist up all they had on was a bolero jacket that barely covered their breasts. The jacket proving only the briefest of modesty and was held together by a stylish gold chain. Covering their privates was the tiniest of lingerie; I believe they call them a G-string. At the top of their thighs I could see stocking tops. Perched on top of their heads and soft immaculate hair were tiny bell caps held in place by an elastic strap under their chin. What unnerved me the most was the matching evil smile on both of their faces.

       Waving regally Wood left, red lights blinking on all over the room as the camera's started recording, I wondered briefly why they started only after Wood left. Then the Dolly's were unfastening me from my stretched position on the bed, after giving me a moment to rub some circulation back into my wrists. They pulled me into a adjoining room, cuffing me again to a waist high bar that ran down one of the walls. They left to get Jennifer. Taking in my surroundings I seemed to be in a bathroom although it did seem oddly outfitted with hoses and a large drain in the centre. The red lights of working camera's were lurking in each corner of the ceiling, informing me that whatever was going to happen next someone somewhere would be watching. Having roused Jennifer the Dolly's chained her alongside me giving me a brief moment to clasp her hand reassuringly in mine.

       'Take two steps back and bend forward at the waist' The dark haired Dolly commanded, we both obeyed unthinkingly. I felt the tension on my nipples increase as the full weight of my tits hung from them. It took me a moment to realise that I hadn't even thought of objecting to their commands. Looking back through my spread legs I saw the Dolly's had knee high rubber boots on, I doubted that was a good sign. I heard a zip being opened and then a popping sound, Jennifer held out a slight sigh as I assumed whatever had been lodged in her backside was removed. The dildo lodged in my ring gag was similarly removed. I don't know what the Dolly's did with them after that, as I abruptly felt a cold metallic presence at my own anus through the hole in my briefs. With one of them holding my hips they eventually forced whatever it was inside me, it felt like they had split me in half! Jennifer received the same treatment a moment later although didn't squeal nearly as much as me.

       'So which one do you think will pop first?' Dark hair was asking light.

       'Wench probably, that corset is going to get in the way. Although Whore has had that dildo stretching her for the last 10 or so hours.' the other mused.

       'If we loosen the corset, we should have a lot closer race.'

       'Good idea.' I felt hands reach around me loosening the corset so it hung loosely about my waist, despite the feeling of relief from the pressure being released I was worried. The dark haired Dolly rarely got this excited about anything that didn't add to our humiliation. The Dolly's amused themselves for a while longer discussing the stakes of their wager. As far as I could make out dark had bet light 10 minutes of oral that I'd pop first, light only had to put up 5 minutes as Jennifer was stretched. My worry was rising in tandem with my humiliation now, the Dolly's were discussing Jennifer and I as if we were two raindrops sliding down a window. Whatever was about to happen though it was about to begin, the Dolly's having decided on their wager.

       'Three, Two, One, Go!' The Dolly's chanted, I tensed anticipating pain but nothing happened aside from a gurgling sound from behind me. Then I felt what seemed like a cold trickling sensation in my bowels as if ice water was filling me. It was then that I realised, that was exactly what was happening! I began to squirm but the water was still flowing into me. The feeling moved from trickling to uncomfortable to painful rapidly. The pain from my nipples was overridden by the feeling of someone inflating a balloon inside my stomach. Leaning forward I could actually see mine and Jennifer's stomachs expanding slowly as the water kept coming in. We were both screaming now but the Dolly's seemed to be having too much fun to care, giggling and dancing around us as we slowly expanded. Eventually they responded to our increasingly frantic squeals and shut off the flow, though this did nothing to decrease our agony.

       It was then that our massager's started up again, the feeling was intenser now. The agony in my stomach seemed to enhance the sensations in my penis. I was getting closer than I had since the trial to coming, I started writhing and bucking my hips trying to push myself over the edge. The Dolly's perhaps noticing this or having become bored with their game, yanked out whatever was plugging my anus. Water exploded out of me like a jet, as I felt every stomach muscle spasm to push out the foul water. Quickly un-cuffing me the Dolly's pushed me down on to a toilet, letting me expel the rest of the enema as my cramped stomach relaxed, It was Jennifers turn now, the Dolly's took a position either side of her careful to not stand behind her. With a grin of sadistic pleasure the dark haired one was running her hands of Jennifers distended belly. Blonde reach around and pulled what looked like a metal nozzle attached to a rubber hose from her backside. Foul brown water shot out arcing through the air for at least three or four feet before hitting the tiled floor, as soon as the initial surge was over they hustled Jennifer to the toilet next to mine.

       'Piss if you need to this will be your last chance for a while.' Blonde announced, reaching across to pull Jennifer's zip down exposing her vagina to the camera's. Realising that really had to go, I tried to figure out how. The cock ring attached to me was pointing my penis in the air. I was going to have to turn around and lean forward if I was going to hit the target. The laughter of the Dolly's echoing in my ears I tried to get my self positioned, in the end I had to place both hands on the toilet and push my backside into the air. Affording the camera's hugely embarrassing show of my backside, as I tried to relax my bladder. Finally biology overcame my self conciousness as a stream of pee began to flow from the hole in the tip of my cock ring.

       Done I looked up just in time to see the Dolly's pointing another hose at me, grinning they started spraying Jennifer and I with freezing water. Once I got over the shock of the ice cold water it actually felt refreshing for a moment. The skin tight latex hood, the heavy fake breasts, corset and boots all had me perspiring heavily. The water provided a momentary welcome relief, as the two Dolly's continued to spray me. The high pressure of the freezing water became uncomfortable then downright painful. Wanting to get it over with I turned and moved as they instructed me.

Finished with me they turned the ice cold high pressure spray on Jennifer. I could only watch in sympathy for her, as she had none of the coverings that saved me at least momentarily. Her eyes were clenched tightly closed, as they started with her face and moved the sprays downward. Where they used them to bounce and jiggle her breasts with the streams of freezing water. I thought she would fall over when they moved the spray to her unzipped hot pants. They laughed and mocked her, asking if the Whore is cooled down enough now. Instructing Whore to turn around they told “Lady Jennifer” she was going to experience a whore’s bidet and had her bend over as they both directed their hoses at her open zip at the back of her hot pants.

       Finally the cold deluge ended and Brunette Dolly threw a large towel at my face. Fumbling with my mittened hands I took it off my face in time to see the other Dolly clip a chain to Jennifer's collar. Our eyes met for the briefest of moments, I was grateful for Jennifer’s expressive blue eyes as they said they loved me. In the next instant though that love was replaced by the anxiety of helplessness, as she was jerked out the door dripping wet on the tottering boots. I was given a few minutes to pat myself dry after Jennifer was taken from me.

       'Food time Wench' The dark haired one said dragging me along behind her. A couple of corridors later we were in the dining room, following her through into the kitchen area. She simple pointed me to a stool and waited while I sat. Quickly she again squeezed the corset tight about my waist, easily reproducing the tightness I had been wrapped in previously. Placing a bowl of what looked like porridge in front of me she simply said. 'Eat' Removing my gag as she pushed my head towards the bowl. There was no spoon, but hunger gave me no choice. I started shovelling the mixture into my mouth with my mittens. The cock ring repeatedly starting and stopping as it followed the timings of the unseen pornographic promo film.        

       As soon as I was done Dolly wiped my face and hands then forced the gag back into my mouth. She gave me a sharp slap to my cheek to get my attention. 'Okay Wench today you will help me move the guests into their rooms. Obey all instructions from a guest as if they came from me, or you will be punished understood?' I nodded, considering the things that had happened so far to me, helping the guests seemed like a relatively east option. 'Good follow me.' She lead off down to the hotels reception area, pulling out a square sided luggage trolley she cuffed it to my ankle with a three foot length of chain. 'Now don't go running off!' she chided me, giggling at her joke she moved off to stand behind the reception desk.

       'Given how incompetent you are, I have decided that you should be responsible for the guest luggage. Simply put it on to the trolley, and follow me when I show the guests to their room. I trust even a dumb little Wench can complete those simple instructions.' Her orientation complete she promptly ignored me, giving me a chance to take in our hotel the cause of all this in its finished state.

       It seemed on every wall there was a television screen showing the Cumupance promo, the section showing the first trial was just starting again. Once more the maddening sensations of the cock ring flowed through my groin. To be brought repeatedly and regularly so close to orgasm was starting to effect my physical and mental stability. Trying to distract myself I took in the rest of the foyer, it was surprisingly tasteful done in dark woods and plushly upholstered furniture. The windows running along the outer wall made me feel horribly exposed. Anyone could look in and see me like this. I tried to reassure myself that the drive was half a mile long. No one could see me from the road, but the feeling wouldn't leave me. Dragging my attention inside, I saw the iron wrought framework of the elevator sat at the far side of the marble floor. The numbers above it only went to two, but I knew this section of the building had three floors wondering what had been done with the extra floor distracted me from Dolly's approach.

       'Get on your knees Wench, my sister seems to think you show promise as a pussy licker. Lets see you go to work on me.' I was shocked she wanted me to just drop down and begin pleasuring her, right in the middle of the Foyer? Say a guest arrived?        

       'I won't ask twice' she informed me placing her hands on my shoulders and forcing me down. Then she moved her lacy underwear aside and grabbed the back of my head pulling me face first into her sex. I began licking and nibbling her lips as quick as I could trying to get it over with as quickly as possible. Dolly however wanted to educate me it seemed.

       'Not like that up and down, with slow strokes' a smack on the back of the head accompanied this instruction. Hurrying to obey I did as she asked my arms around her back as I tried to support my self. Hearing movement behind me I froze, someone had come through the front entrance!

       'Don't stop Wench, now run that tongue stud along my clit like a good slut' another smack was administered 'I'll be just with you Sir, ' Dolly was addressing whoever was behind me 'I'm just conducting a little staff training.' I was suddenly glad that my face was buried in Dolly's pussy as my cheeks burned from the shame. The pressure on the back of my head increased as she held me solidly against her, a muffled cry informing me that she was about to come. I felt the rippling orgasm through my face as it pushed against her, my mouth suddenly full of her come as she climaxed.        

       'Better Wench' she said calmly readjusting her underwear, 'I'll give you another test later. Now Sir and Madam checking in yes?' She had moved behind the reception desk now, unselfconsciously using a tissue to mop her thighs as she addressed the guest.

       'Yes Mr and Mrs Caffran, we have a reservation.' A male voice replied.

       'Don't just sit there Wench! Get their bags on to the trolley!' Dolly commanded, I couldn't raise my eyes from the floor I was so ashamed, but I dragged my trolley over to the guests and began hefting their bags on to it. Staring at the feet of the guests as I was too scared to look up and see the mocking looks on their faces. I had almost comes to terms with my appearance, but to be standing not two feet from a stranger was too much. I felt all of my piercings burning in my flesh, the sign hanging from my nose ring blatantly obvious. My breasts and clothes a humiliation, it was too much for me to bear. I was slowly weeping as I piled their bags on the trolley.        

       'Oh be quiet Wench, we don't need to hear you sniffling all day.' Dolly's voice cut across my misery, I don't know if I just hit bottom or had found some untapped reserve of strength but I managed to quiet myself. 'Well everything is in order Mr and Mrs Caffran if you will follow me please.' Dolly said heading towards the elevator. I trailed in their wake dragging the trolley behind me, once we were all inside Dolly slid the doors shut and we began ascending. The noise of my cock ring starting up again filling the silence, I shifted uncomfortably as I tried to ignore the sensations much to Dolly's silent amusement. With a chime we arrived at our floor again Dolly lead off leaving me to bring up the rear as I followed them into their room and began placing their bags onto the bed.

       'Here are your room key's Mr and Mrs Caffran, the bathroom is just through there. The television is linked to all of the hotels camera's so you can enjoy the action from any of them. Just use this remote to change camera.. Of course you can always just leave it on auto, and our production crew will select the most action packed view points for you 24 hours a day. Also if you have exhibitionist leaning's press this button here to switch the camera's in this room on and off.' A trio of red lights blinked on and off in the corners of the room as Dolly demonstrated.        

       Whilst the guests attention was held by Dolly's welcome speech I decided to risk a quick look up. I was surprised at how normal they seemed, not sure what I had expected but something a little more unusual at least. Rather than a middle aged couple dressed simply in comfortable clothes that I might wear on a quiet Sunday at home. Perhaps the only unusual thing about them was how little they had reacted to my outfit and Dolly's revealing clothing. Barely raising an eyebrow as Dolly explained that the room was wired for picture and sound, as if this sort of thing was common place.

       'Stop gawking at the guests Wench, don't you know it's rude to stare at your betters.' Dolly was heading out of the room now obviously expecting me to follow. 'Oh one more thing before I leave channels 23 and 24 are the Whore and Wench camera's, also the hotel bar is open now if you'd care to visit before dinner this evening.'        

       All through the rest of the day guests arrived, most looking as average as the first couple. One or two had some rather odd tattoo's or piercings and a few had some suspiciously heavy luggage but nothing exceptional. My wits were becoming frayed by the tension of anticipation, Dolly made sure that I didn't get too comfortable as well berating me if I lagged behind her. Worst of all though were her demands that I service her pussy, she didn't seem to care who was watching simply ordering me on to my knees whenever the urge took her. Once she was calmly explaining the hotels maid service to a new guest as she ground my face into her crotch. Interspersing her conversation to the guest with instructions for me to move my tongue faster or harder. I have never felt so small and unimportant no one cared what I was doing I was just part of the furniture. The cock ring didn't allow me to relax at all, it was holding me just on the edge of orgasm for almost a day now.

       Eventually Dolly informed me that all the guests were here and we were to report to the dining hall. Assuming I was going to be fed I followed hungrily. The dinning room had been reorganised since this morning now there was a raised stage area a foot high at one end. Dominating the room though was a single circular table with places set for thirty people, it seemed that all the guests would be dining together. The centre of the table had been removed and a small circular podium with a stool on top of it was placed in the open space. Dolly pulled me over the table to the podium.

       'Place your stomach on the stool Wench' she instructed 'Tits hanging over one end cock the other.' complying I placed myself as she requested, feeling cuffs click into place around my down hanging wrists and ankles I tried to move. I couldn't budge! I was pulled down tightly over the stool, protruding backside and open mouth pointing in opposite directions. Dolly climbed back over the ring shaped table pressing a button on the wall, she started the podium rotating slowly taking me with it.

       'Try not to get dizzy Wench' was her parting comment as she switched off the lights, leaving me alone in the dark, slowly rotating like a shop window display. Trying to distract myself from my feeling's of isolation my thoughts went to Jennifer, what was she doing now? Was she okay?

       The Dolly's were mercilessly running the sprays across my breasts, the cold water pushing them this way and that. My hardened nipples taut against the rings piercing them, as they pulled at the chains leading up to my neck. They then dropped their aim to the open zip of my hot pants, pummelling the bud of my clitoris with the spray. I felt my knees weakening as the feeling combined with my existing state of arousal pushed me towards orgasm. Their mocking questions ignored as I tried to maintain control, fortunately the sprays stopped and they had me turnaround so they could give me a 'whore's bidet'. The feeling of cold water slamming against my sensitive anus, killed any feelings of arousal as they cleaned away the remains of my enema.

       I was still trying to gather myself after the freezing spray of water when the Blonde Dolly clipped a chain to my collar pulling me quickly out of the room and away from David. Our eyes meeting for a moment as I passed him I prayed he saw I loved him. Dolly was dragging me along like an unruly dog I did everything I could to keep my balance. My unzipped hot pants showing my vagina and backside to all the cameras along our path. Pulling me into a small room she pushed me roughly down into what looked like a make up chair, attaching my leash to a D-ring to stop me from moving. She started on my hair applying styling gel and teasing it out with her fingers, in the process tangling it and messing it up more than what it already was. Getting the effect she wanted she blow dried it pulling a few strands across my face to give me the appearance of a overworked prostitute at the end of a long night.

       Pulling out a make-up bag she began apply heavy bright blue mascara and heavy eye liner. She was applying way too much and in all the wrong colours to compliment my eyes and facial structure. She studied my face and smiled evidently happy with her work, she then smeared rouge in a bright shade of red across my cheeks in a heavy swath. None of the make-up was being correctly applied and I gathered her intent was to try and make me look like a tart. A suspicion which was confirmed when she removed my gag and ran a bright pink lipstick across my lips. The final touch was a pair of oversized eyelashes attached onto my real ones. She beamed as we both looked at my reflection in the mirror as tears welled up in my eyes.

       Hearing my new attachment start up, I began to squirm in my chair as I tried to escape the stimulation of my clitoris.

       'Oh don't worry about the Butterfly Whore.' Dolly commented 'It won't make you cum, well not on that setting anyway, it will just keep you nice and aroused ready for anything.' she finished off this remark with a childish giggle, amused at my attempts to evade the latest device at my groin. Pulling my gag back into my mouth she picked up the leash again dragging me to my feet. She did at least zip up my hot pants hiding my privates form the camera's, it did worry me how used I'd become to being exposed to uncounted viewers. Placing my bunny ears carefully back on to my head and securing them in place she commented.

       'There you are perfect! Our Lady does look like quite the little whore now doesn't she' Taking in my appearance in the mirrors, I saw that even standing next to Dolly who was barely dressed looked like a low class hooker, the kind of woman I would look down upon and cross the street to avoid.

       Stopping briefly to exchange her rubber boots for her standard high heels, Dolly lead me along again, tugging on my leash more because she could than to hurry me up. I had finally mastered walking in the boots I was fitted into, although they were still hellishly painful after any amount of time upright and my gait was awkward and clumsy. I wished my breasts were covered instead of exposed bouncing with each step. At least now I was free from the two Dildo's which had previously impaled me. We arrived at our destination, interrupting my musings. We were in the hotel bar, it was furnished tastefully if a little darkly lit. The low lighting providing it with a feeling of snugness and secrecy. The effect was spoiled slightly by the prominent Televisions and the glowing red lights of working camera's.

       The televisions were all showing the promo film, the maddening butterfly starting again as I stood watching myself work through ten orgasm's in a row. I think maybe it was the whores influence or perhaps her enjoyment of the show but I felt my tongue run across my lips in remembrance of the event.

       'Today whore you are the barmaid, I will be pouring the drinks you will pick them up from me and take them to the guests tables. Even a brainless bimbo like you should be able to manage that and you had better not spill a single drink.' I felt myself blushing at her words. I knew did indeed look like a brainless bimbo though, it was the first time I'd ever actually found myself looking up to a Dolly. The experience was not pleasant as I realized how far I'd truly fallen. Here I was a topless waitress in my own hotel, forced to obey a woman whose level of breeding wasn't better than a dogs. Thankful that we were alone, I tried to marshal my strength feeling my head raise and my proper bearing showing as I did so. My pride showing in my posture, 'that’s it Lady Jennifer, shove those big titties out there' she giggled as she took note of my change in stance. My shoulders immediately slumped at her words as I realized without proper clothing all I was doing was making myself look worse.

       I stood patiently next to the bar all too aware of my nervousness at 'customers' seeing me like this and trying to ignore the butterfly attached to me. I felt myself becoming uncomfortably wet, moisture forming on my thighs how much longer before my arousal was obvious to anyone who cared to look? I was like a human rubber band being stretched a little more every time the butterfly vibrated against my clitoris, how long could I go before I snapped?

       Soon out first customers arrived a well dressed middle aged couple, barely sparing me a glance they sat down at a table hidden partially in the gloom. Seeing the flash of a screen I wondered if that was how Dolly would receive their order, it seemed my guess was correct as I heard a beep from behind the bar and sounds of Dolly going to work. Soon enough she had the drinks on a tray motioning me to take them over. Taking great care as the mittens were difficult to grasp anything in I moved across to the couple, placing the drinks on the table I simply stood there unsure of what to do next.

       'Thank you Whore' The man said his accent faintly foreign, dismissing me with a wave. Briefly I wondered how he knew to address me as Whore, forgetting that I had a sign stating it hanging from my nose ring for a moment. The bar soon filled up giving me no more time for rest. As I moved around dispensing drinks and returning the empty glasses to the bar. I began to pick up snippets of conversation as I passed the couples and small groups huddled around tables. Most of what I heard I didn't understand, it was English just not words and phrases I'd heard before. One group were discussing how to train a sub, another the use of S&M in pony training which made me wonder. The few words I did understand were worrying enough terms like slut, gang rape and slave.

       I was rapidly becoming more and more on edge as the day went on, Dolly working me non stop. I hated to think what the boots were doing to my feet and legs as the pain they inflicted increased with every step. As the customers had a few drinks they seemed to consider me little more than a mobile groping device. Men and women taking any opportunity to grab a breast, fondle my backside or run their palm over my sex. I was unable to defend myself at all. It was this realisation that was the most humiliating, these people could grab my breast, slap my backside and I would just have to accept it as my due. It was the casual way that they did it that added to the insult, not even considering that I would object and they were right I couldn't. All through the day the butterfly kept starting and stopping, putting me more and more on edge. I was starting to dream about the release of a orgasm, my mind fixated on being able to come. The promo film was now torture as I saw and heard myself repeatedly receive the release I now craved. I wanted so much to experience that again. Disgust rising within me at such a wish but I was powerless to deny the urge.

       Finally the crowds began to thin out as the guests started to leave to get ready for lunch, slowly the pace wound down until it was just Dolly and I in the bar. Gratefully I slumped into a chair exhausted to do more than sit and try and take the weight from my aching feet. I felt so dirty from all the hands that I been pawed by. It seemed that Dolly was to tired to boss me around as well leaving me to sit while she spent a few moments closing the bar.

       'Okay whore dinner time' I suddenly realized that I hadn't eaten all day the knowledge making my limbs drag a little more heavily as I felt fatigue start to claim me. Reattaching my leash like I was some common mutt she lead me back to the make-up room, hooking me again to the D-ring she left to get my food. I tried to free myself but my mittened hands were barely able to keep hold of a filled glass, there was no way I could remove or unhook the leash. Soon she was back dropping a bowl of watery porridge in front of me.

       'There you go eat up' she said and turned to head off.

       'I require a spoon' the words came instantly from my lips as my position was momentarily forgotten.  Dolly turned and picked up the porridge; 'No you don’t' and left carrying the bowl with her.  My heart sank as I realized I would not be eating anything now. I was left alone for the first time since I had got ready for the show last night. I tried to picture how I had looked then trying to bring back the image of my former elegance to my mind but all I could see was the Whore in the mirror.

       I lost track of time as I lay cuffed down over the stool on the podium, I just hoped Jennifer was more comfortable than I was. Finally the lights came back on as Sarah and Mike Wood entered the dinning hall. They barely seemed to notice me as they moved around the room checking everything was in order. Satisfied Mike left leaving me alone with Sarah, laughing at my predicament she walked over to my podium inspecting me.

       'A fine pickle you find yourself in now David, on display like a suckling pig.' I felt myself coloring at the thought and of what this woman had done to me last time we had been alone. Perhaps remembering also she tugged playfully at my breasts putting a little more stress on my already stretched nipples.

       'I hope you enjoy the after dinner entertainment,' she whispered softly into my ear. 'I'm sure your pretty little Jennifer is going to put on quite a show for everyone. It’s a shame your wife couldn’t get you off last night,' smiling she added 'she sure got a whole lot of our viewers off! Of that I'm certain.' Maybe you will also sometimes the crowd makes their own entertainment after all.' She retreated to the stage leaving me to my worries, what was in store for Jennifer? What horror would they inflict on her next?

       Guest's rapidly began filling into the room, taking their seats surrounding me. I began to feel even more exposed I was held backside sticking out and mouth open in front of all these people. Slowly rotating to make sure I was fully displayed for their attention. The guests I was sure despite their normal appearance were not as wholesome as they looked. This opinion was borne out when I heard them discussing how hot the whore was and how they were looking forward to her show. After everyone was seated and had a drink John Long took the stage.

       'Welcome discerning guests I know you have all traveled far to be here today, but I think you will find your stay at the Hotel Tillman worth it. If you'll draw your attention to the little display we have for you, you will see the owner of the Hotel, Lord Tillman rotating for your pleasure. If you want to use him for your pleasure please wait until after desert has been served though!' the crowd gave a appreciative chuckle as I felt my cheeks burn. 'After we have eaten, the Whore Lady Tillman will be performing for your pleasure as she.... well lets leave that as a surprise shall we?' He grinned happily reeling the audience in a little more with his patter.

       Soon plates of food were appearing ferried out of the kitchen by the Dolly's, the guests started eating rapidly. Wanted to get to the entertainment as soon as possible. The Dolly's were rushing all over making sure the guests had enough to drink and eat. John and Sarah moved around the table having a word or sharing a joke with a guest, making sure the evening flowed smoothly. As I watched from my perch it occurred to me that they were acting like the perfect host and hostess. Just as Jennifer and I had done on innumerable occasions at the dinner parties we held.

       All too soon the meal was finished and the plates cleared away, Jennifer and my roles as entertainment were about to begin, I got a sick sinking feeling in my stomach. A projection screen was unfurling out of the ceiling above the stage, as the lights dimmed my endless rotations stopped and I faced the screen also.

       'Ladies and Gentlemen I give you The Whore, Lady Jennifer Tillman!' John announced and the screen lit up showing a 10 foot high picture of Jennifer's face. She must have been looking directly into the camera, then she moved and the truth became clear. She was wearing the camera and was sitting facing a mirror.

       Dolly returned to the room as I stared at my reflection in the mirror my heart was racing as fast as my spirit was dropping. I looked the part of a whore with my heavy made up, my hair a frenzied mess and the stupid bunny ears. My eyes welled up at the sight of the ring through my nose and it's little tag saying what I was. I started to feel a panic rise in me, how was I ever going to get it out?

       'I just need to put this into your ear so you can her instructions from the production office' she told me, the twit let out a giggle 'I mean your people ear not your bunny ear.' I rolled my eyes at her weak joke at my expense, seeing her hand moving towards my ear I held still letting her place the little thing into my ear.

       'Say yes if you can hear me Whore' John Long's voice came from right next to me suddenly.

       'I can hear you' I said to my reflection. I got a slap across the back of my head from Dolly who evidently wore an ear piece also.        

       'Answer him properly Whore.'

       'Yes Milord' I squeaked quickly, I heard laughter through my ear piece.

       'Good now Dolly will lead you through you forfeit and knowing her might even lend a hand' he laughed; I heard more voices behind his and wondered how many people were with him. Dolly picked up my leash and I followed meekly along behind her trailing in her wake like a puppy. I could not decide what I hated more being lead this way or the fact that the painfully high heels made my walk a strut, causing my bare breasts to bounce with each step. I tried to guess our destination as we moved through the halls the dining room perhaps, the stage? Dolly was suddenly pulling me into an elevator and our destination became clear we were going to visit the guests.

       

       We reached our destination and Dolly entered without knocking we were obviously expected. Peering over Dolly's shoulder I looked into the room seeing only one occupant, a rather grossly overweight balding man in a very out of style ill fitting suit. He was perspiring heavily despite the room being quite cool. As he turned to face me, my eyes opened wide in shock and horror. I started to back up but was stopped as Dolly jerked my leash.

       'Meet Mr. Fatchly Whore, ' John’s voice came again in my ear, 'He is your first client you belong to him for the remainder of the evening. Try not to enjoy yourself too much Lady Jennifer.' What? No! Dolly was calmly handing Fatchly my leash.

       'Here you go sir, enjoy your evening' Dolly said formally stepping back out of the way, he was pulling me towards him now slowly reeling my leash in I had no chance of pulling back he must have been at least twice my weight.

       Once I was in arms reach of him he said simply, 'Suck my cock Whore.' placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down until I was kneeling in front of his crotch. 'Don’t feel so uppity and high and mighty now do you Whore?'

       'You heard the man Whore suck his cock' John boomed in my ear 'Perhaps you'd like a little incentive? Okay well right now David is surrounded by thirty bored guests, either you entertain them or he will.' No David! I had to protect him it was my fault we failed the first trial, this would be my redemption. Resolve forming through my blinking eyes I struggled with my shaking hands, as I began to unbuckle the fat man's belt and slide down his fly. I must save David, my David, my dear sweet David.

       'That's good Whore now reach in and take his cock in your mouth' John coached me, his voice quiet but insistent. Slowly I reach into his pants pulling down his underwear; I felt his penis stir as my hand brushed it. Tenderly I held it in my hand feeling the heat radiating into my hand as I leaned forward eyes closed. I had never done this before in my entire life, not even with David. Lady’s don’t do such a thing. It was gross, it was disgusting and is something only common whores would do.

       'Suck it, suck his cock whore' I could hear Dolly muttering behind me enjoying her ringside seat. I could delay things no more and opening as wide as I could I moved the final few inches forward as I fed his cock into my mouth with my hand. I heard a sigh from above me as my tongue came up underneath the still flaccid head of his penis. I only touched the tip and head with my tongue, it smelled of musk and sweat.

       'Good Whore, now suck it like the nice man asked.' John was gloating in my ear.        

       Trying to ignore the sweaty stench of the man and the sour taste filling my mouth I began to swirl my tongue around his cock leaning forward until I could feel his bushy pubic hair tickling my nose. Enjoying the attentions of my mouth the fat man was grunting in approval as I felt his hand loop around a clump of my hair and pull. His cock rapidly swelling inside my mouth pushing my jaws wide open. The head had starting pushing against the back of my throat now, forcing me to back off it slightly as I gagged and coughed

       'Take it all Whore,' He grunted down at me, 'Suck my cock you stupid stuck up bitch' swallowing I began to push my head forward slowly. Trying to take more of his cock in my mouth, as a tear rolled out of each eye down my cheeks. Through a panting determined grunt he said 'Such a good high and might cocksucker you are,' pulling my face further onto his cock by my hair.

       Dolly was suddenly next to me whispering insistently in my ear.'Open your throat or you won't be able to fit all of his cock inside your mouth.' she advised 'He's got a good two or three inches still to go. You need to take him into your throat. You have to take all of him in Lady Jennifer, all of him deep into your mouth and throat.' deciding that Dolly probably knew what she was talking about in this case I tried to do as she said. Relaxing my neck and trying to imagining I was swallowing a melon. I felt a slight release in pressure as the cock began to slide down my throat, my gag reflex instinctively trying to expel the intruder as I began to choke. Then strong hands where at the back of my head slowly forcing me inch by inch onto the cock, I could feel it expanding my neck as it filled my throat. I couldn't breathe past the lump of muscle crammed into my throat, I was starting to panic in earnest now. Still more meat slid into my gullet, I wanted to breathe, I had to breathe I felt myself break out into a sweat and my face turning red. Suddenly I felt his balls bouncing against my chin I knew I had taken it all still the pressure remained though.

       'Ah shit that's good.' the fat man was muttering, then he let up on the pressure pulling my head back until the head of his cock was just inside my mouth. I was gasping for breath trying to breath around the cock head in my mouth. My eyes closed tight tears leaking from them.

       'Skull fuck the whore!' I heard Dolly command from beside my ear. I just had time to grab a lungful of air as Fatchly jerked my head forward, his dick sliding straight away deeply into my throat this time. My head only stopping when my ringed nose was buried in his crotch, his smell invading my senses.

       'Skull fuck the bitch!' Dolly said again her voice full of excitement. 'Fuck her pretty face!'        

       He held me like that again, apparently enjoying the sensation of my throat around his cock slowly barely rocking my head on his cock. I just wanted to die.

       'You don't seem to be having fun Whore,' John laughed into my ear, 'Maybe this will help' I felt the unwelcome teasing sensation of the butterfly starting up again this time on a much higher setting. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as I became more and more aroused as the butterfly did its devilish work. My mind went from focusing on trying to suck air, as I humiliated myself sucking cock. To a instant state of excitement between my legs. I was unwillingly pushed to increased heights of excitement as it relentlessly teased at my clitoris. I felt my hips move, wiggle and grind as something inside me needed release.        

       My head was pulled back again as the cock slid out I felt drool and spit drop onto my chest. I coughed and gagged as I grabbed another quick breath before I was choked once more by 4 inches of hard cock in my throat. The Whore was excited now emerging from where ever she hid herself, excited by the sensations of the butterfly growing and the unwanted throat fucking I was receiving. The Whore got excited by my humiliation, I realized she loved the feeling of the incessant pleasure buzzing between my legs and wanted to be used and abused. Fatchly had got into a rhythm now pulling out of my throat to allow me to get a breath then plunging himself back inside me. Dolly was happily chanting 'Skull fuck!' over and over in time with his movements next to my ear. In my other ear I heard people laughing and talking about how the stuck-up bitch was a cock sucking whore.        

       The Whore screamed her enjoyment inside my head; as Fatchly plunged himself down into me once more. Holding my hair even tighter, his cock jerking as I felt his hot semen spraying into my throat and sliding down into my stomach. I thought I was going to retch as my pride plummeted. Fatchly sat back, spent for the moment. Dolly cheered at me telling me that I was a natural cock sucker, a true pro. Dolly's approval was echoed by the Whore as she enjoyed my debasement, the horrible taste in my mouth and the sick feeling of Fatchly’s disgusting sperm sitting in my stomach.        

       I sat back on my heels panting as I tried to catch my breath, my exposed breasts heaving. I felt so incredibly dirty, perspiration covering my body from my near suffocation. It suddenly occurred to me as I sat there, my right hand was between my legs rubbing myself. I was horribly aroused as the butterfly kept me on the verge of orgasm.

       'Can I play with her for a bit while you recover?' I heard Dolly ask Fatchly, he vaguely waved his permission breathing heavily from the exertion and his orgasm. His limp penis hanging against his slacks.

       'Cool' she exclaimed happily, 'come on Whore lick my pussy I want to cum as well' she grabbed my leash and was pulling over to the large bed. I covered the few paces on my hands and knees and climbed up on it. Dolly was sitting at the top of the bed, her legs spread wide. She pulled my face directly into her bare crotch. 'I've heard you're a great pussy licker whore!' I was so tired, so exhausted and so humiliated what more could these people possible want from me? My mind was under siege by the Whore now, her strength coming from my exhaustion and the incredible pulsing at my crotch. She wanted to suck and fuck, to screw the pretty Dolly and Fat Fatchly all night. To lose ourselves in the pleasure of orgasm and the release of giving up all inhibitions.        

       Not having the strength to resist I let her begin to lick at Dolly's pussy; the Whore was in her debased element now a pussy at my mouth and a vibrator on my clit. In my warping mind my logic became skewed. Fatchly came, if Dolly comes then I will get to cum. This self made promise of a reward drove the Whore with childlike eagerness. Fueled by the strength of her desires my licking became more frenetic, I put my fingers on Dolly’s inner thighs, using my thumbs to open her leaking slit. The Whore was displaying an expert touch I didn't remember knowing, her thumbs coaxing and teasing Dolly's pussy. My tongue and it's piercing probing and licking the sweet nectar like a hungry dog. Sliding it along and around her clit drawing squeals, sighs and the mumbled shameful compliment of 'good pussy licking whore' from her with each movement.

       The mattress sagging informed me that Fatchly had climbed between my legs as I lay on my front servicing Dolly. It seemed that the lesbian show the Whore was putting on had got him excited enough to join in. I received a hard spank on my ass a sign the Whore knew meant to raise up on my knees. I spread my knees wide as I kept my face in constant contact with Dolly’s pussy. Fatchly taking the Whores invitation slid open the zip on the front of my hot pants. The cold air on my hot pussy was too much for the Whore.

       'Fuck me, Fuck me Milord!' she begged with my voice. Fatchly not needing any more encouragement grasped my hips firmly and began to slide into me, thrusting a few inches in then pulling back. Getting slightly deeper in me with each thrust as he teased us both and drove my wet face into Dolly. He was even wider than the dildo that had driven me to so many orgasm's the day before, and had already penetrated me just as deeply. Perhaps sensing this he pulled all the way out of me.        

       'Tell me how much you want it Whore' he instructed. The Whore didn't hesitate.

       'Slam your cock into me Milord! Fill me, fill me to the brim, fuck me hard!' He teased me again

       'Now tell me how much you want it Lady Jennifer' he instructed. The Whore didn't hesitate and pleaded for his cock.

       'Oh god fuck, fuck me Milord, fuck me hard, shove it in me Milord, give it to me! Fuck Me! Milord!' I wailed as raucous laughter from somewhere invaded my ear piece. His only answer was to drive into me his considerable weight behind his cock as he pushed deeper into me than any man had before him. I came instantly, a climax that the butterfly had been building for the last twelve hours exploded through me. I couldn't see, I couldn't think. My whole body was shaking as the tension built up over hours exploded out of me in an instant. My face slammed hard into Dolly’s pussy, my nose against her clitoris as Fatchly relentlessly drove me into her. Dolly wrapped her legs around my head holding me tight to her pussy. Shaking in her own orgasm as she enjoyed the sight of Fatchly pounding my pussy and the feeling of my face in hers. Her cum smothering my face, as I licked hungrily at her juices. Unable to do anything but lick her as I tried to regain control of my body.        

       Fatchly pulled out of me before thrusting deeply once again. He picked up my legs lifting me up my face still held by Dolly's legs, I was like a human arrow pointed at her pussy. He started to really pound at my cunt now. Dolly still had my face pressed tightly against her pussy legs locked around my head. My whole body was a dildo, being hammered into her by Fatchly. She let loose a scream of excitement now. I yelled my own cries into her snatch as I clamped down tightly on Fatchly's wonderfully thick dick as my second orgasm in as many minutes drove sanity from my brain.

      I was lost and confused in the moment, hearing laughter and crude comments about me in one ear. As my subconscious was craving to be fucked. This wasn’t funny not funny at all! Why were people laughing at me? I just wanted to cum, cumming was wonderful so so wonderful. My mind started conversations with the voices in my ear and the Whore in my mind. So what if I was a dumb horny bitch? So what if I was a stuck up cunt? At least my cunt was stuffed, at least I was eating pussy. Oh my, oh yes my cunt, I was just a mouth and a cunt wrapped as tightly around Fatchly as Dolly was around me. I barely felt Fatchly's second load of cum spray into my pussy, all I wanted to do now was cum and cum. The Whore wanted more but he grabbed me by my hair, throwing me off of the bed onto the floor as he flopped down next to Dolly exhausted.