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KEEPING MY SLAVE REQUIRES EXTRAS: PART THREE CONTINUED FROM PART TWO (see below on my blog) IN THIS FINAL PART NICKY HAS AN UNUSUAL HOLIDAY EXPERIENCE Twenty-three-year-old Nicky had agreed to be my live-in sex slave for the six weeks leading up to the start of her first job in her dream career of architecture, which she was determined would take up all her time and energy once she started it. She was a masochistic submissive who was up for anything nasty and particularly keen on gang bangs. Days after she arrived, I was smitten and wanted her to stay much longer than six weeks. I soon realised that if that was going to happen her inexhaustible sexual stamina would need a bit more than I could offer her alone. Even though not really my thing, I arranged a series of sessions with multiple partners and different Doms to join me in doing her over. It seemed to be working. The sessions excited her, and weirdly enough I felt they were bringing us closer together. It was a stroke of good fortune when just a week and a half before the six weeks were up the apartment she’d arranged to move into fell through. She was downcast. To cheer her up, I took her on a weeklong holiday. My Machiavellian motivation, however, was to use up the time she might have had to arrange other accommodation, so she'd be forced to extend her stay with me. I booked flights for a week in Perth, Australia. I chose Perth because I hoped to take Nicky to a theatre there that I’d been told did live sex and BDSM shows with volunteer women. I’d heard all about it from a woman I'd chatted with who claimed she’d been there and volunteered several times. She said it could be extremely intense. One night she was being used for about 5 hours. An exaggeration, I thought. As was her story of one girl she saw there who had her tits done over so harshly that they were permanently ruined. She told me that her own tits had even been cut when she’d volunteered. I asked about scars. Apparently, just faint white lines, hardly visible, on the underneath where they didn’t show. She was still aroused by remembering the fear generated when tied up and helpless in front of a crowd with three big hunks, their hard cocks ready to pound her, took to her tits with sharp blades. It turned her on beyond anything she’d felt before or since. As soon as we arrived, I searched around and eventually found the place, with some guidance from the woman who first told me about it. It didn’t advertise its volunteer shows so you had to be in the know. Just bring her along, they said when I asked how it worked. I did. At the entry desk we were greeted by a severe looking goth woman. I told her Nicky wanted to volunteer. That’s the backroom she said and sent us to talk to a guy called Geoff inside. Geoff said, you're in luck. We've got a spot for you out the back right now with five guys available to Dom. Last girl pulled out. Does your girl know what she’s in for? I hadn’t explained much to Nicky, but I looked to her for an answer and she nodded with, yes, I think so. Giving her the once over, Geoff said, Great! You're on. What do you want done to her? he said to me. The question wasn’t as open as it seemed. They won’t necessarily do any of it, but it might give them some ideas, he said. I was starting to get nervous. I don’t want anything that’ll leave permanent marks. They don’t normally do that sort of stuff anyway, he reassured me. But once they get going it’ll be hard to intervene. Not so reassuring, I thought. He called a large bald guy with heavily tattooed muscular arms, and said to him, everything's on with this girl for the backroom, but nothing permanent, the usual. Okay? The message seemed to be received. Then he asked him, is it you regular guys that’ll be doing her? One new, but the other three are all good, the guy said and reeled off some names. Well keep it all under control, no repeat of the other night. RIght. What happened the other night? I asked. Nothing to worry about, Geoff said. Internal matter. I began to worry. The bald guy turned to me and asked. Are you happy for a video? Not really. What happens to it? Nothing if you don’t want it to, Geoff said. We only use it to project on a screen so the punters can see everything. I looked at Nicky. She shrugged. Alright, I said, but you can’t use it for anything else. Just live camera no recording. Geoff gave a faint unconvincing nod. Oh yeah, he said putting his hand on my shoulder perhaps to distract from the video issue, your girl gets in free but its $60 for you in the backroom and another $100 if you want to join in the action. I paid $60. Nicky flashed me a disapproving or perhaps disappointed look. We walked past the doors to a large bar with pole dancing runways and a lot of people drinking and staring up at a couple of performers and went down a short stairway to a room with a low stage. There were about fifteen people, nearly all men, sitting at cabaret tables. A skinny waitress in a skimpy bondage outfit was taking orders. Geoff grabbed a microphone. Tonight we have, “Vicky” volunteering for a go with the guys. Give her a big welcome. “Nicky, I corrected but it made no difference. Sporadic clapping. They quickly had Nicky naked and were tying her hands above her head with feet anchored to rings in the stage floor. The guys presumably who would Dom her were with her on the stage. One of them had a mic and asked her questions: so that everyone knows a little bit about you, babe, how old are you? Twenty-three, where are you from, you’re not an Aussie with that beautiful accent? No, I’m from Sussex, England. Nicky’s voice seemed a little tremulous. Why are you here? My friend brought me. So, he or she is in the audience? Yes. Is he your boyfriend, husband, whatever? He’s my…uh actually he is my... owner, Nicky laughed. Ah ha so that makes you his sex-slave, right? She nodded. Speak up! One of them gave her a light swat on the arse. Yes, that’s right. Okay do you think he is going to enjoy this as much as you? Depends on what you do to me, I suppose, she said with a hint of bravado. I noticed her leg trembling. Is her owner out there? the mic guy inquired into the gloom. Stand up. I half stood but slumped back down. There were five guys attending to Nicky, including the one with the microphone, all in their twenties and thirties I’d have guessed. They went to the back of the stage in a huddle like some sports team leaving Nicky standing naked, her arms above her head and feet secured to the floor well apart, a light shining on her. There was some whooping from a drunk table of three young guys who looked not much more than high school age with a girl in tow, surely they had some sort of age restriction. Most were of the audience were men just staring with drooling eyes. I half wanted to stop it then and there., but Nicky looked amazing and ready for it somehow. A guy came forward from the group huddle at the back of the stage. He was wearing, army pants and boots, but no shirt showing off a taught torso. He ball-gagged Nicky with practised ease and took a multi-tailed flogger out of his belt, walking around her he whacked her all over with it, finally focussing on her breasts for a good few minutes. The marks from our previous sessions and activities had faded out so her body was a beautiful clean canvas. But when he dropped the flogger, faint welts were visible all over her, and her breasts were bright red. One of the five guys had a video camera and had moved to stand just in front of the stage While she was getting whipped, the live video he was filming began to show up on a big TV screen that was hanging at the side of the stage, so we could see whatever he zeroed in on in enormous close up. The guy who'd whipped her now took out his cock, erect and large. With some words of encouragement from an audience member he rubbed it between her legs from behind, sliding forwards and backwards through the slit of her vulva so we could see the purple head slip between her wet lips. Reaching around her, he grabbed a breast with a claw like grip to hold her steady and with his other hand and some humping and twisting managed to work his cock, lubricated with her sex juices as it was, into to her arse. It was a hard angle for him to do it from with her standing upright. The video guy crouched on the stage to give us his best view of it happening. Nicky was swivelling her hips to take the large cock deeper. Two more guys came forward one with a knife glinting in the lights. It was just as the woman had told me. I can still recall the horror on Nicky’s face as she saw them. WIth the knife they poked and pricked her, but they didn’t seem to draw blood. The look in her eyes became pure terror as they flicked her nipples with the blade edge, threatening to cut them off, but nothing like that happened. Next one grabbed her labia and managed to squeeze her clit up enough for it to peep out of its hood. It stood bizarrely large on the screen. Holding it in the vice of his thumb and finger he stood to the side so the other guy could touch the blade to it over and over and then rest the sharp edge right on it glistened in the magnified screen view. The guy behind her was still bucking into her arse, and she had to tense all her muscles against the jolting, desperate to stay perfectly still while the sharp blade edge rested on her pleasure bud. She must have been, and I sure was, petrified at the prospect of female genital mutilation occurring. Wait! I yelled out. Go on! another voice countered, cut the bitch. Knowing her as well as I did, I could tell that her terror had turned to arousal. The guy holding her clit bent forward and got his tongue working on it while the other guy took his knife away and yanked a breast up by its nipple as far as he could to slide the sharp edge of the blade across the exposed underside. As he made his cut it seemed she came, bucking slightly and clenching her belly. The guy at her clit tried to keep it in his pinching fingers but it slipped out with her movements. The big guy behind her had frozen still up her arse, no doubt feeling her orgasm on his cock. She kept cumming for about a minute. When she appeared to have finished, the big guy pulled out of her saying, good girl Sussex. But we’ve just got started on you. They took her down, and she stood free on the stage covering herself with her arms, a trickle of blood from under one breast. Someone in the audience started clapping and there was a brief round of applause. The mic guy picked it up: You’re lucky Sussex. They like you. Wait, we’ve only cut one tit, interrupted the knife guy. The guy who’d been up her arse grabbed her arm and twisted it up her back wrapping his other arm around her throat to hold her still and helpless while her other breast was cut to match. Nicky’s eyes were closed as she surrendered to them. I’d seen that shift in her many times. They owned her. While the guy behind held her nipples up another flogged the underside of her breasts. A bit more blood flowed from the cuts during the flogging, but not much. We're going to need your mouth now Sussex, one of them said. They took her gag off. Do you want to stay and find out what else we’ve got for you? She nodded. Someone whooped. What about your owner? What does he want? I raised a thumbs up. I was relieved she felt okay so far. The guy with the mic said. I’m glad because, sorry guys, but it wouldn’t have made any difference if either of you had said no. Audience laughter. For her next round they got her on a narrow wooden bench like a sawhorse, lying face down on the long top of it with her legs and arms hanging down by its legs. Her breasts dangled to on each side and her head and arse each extended a little beyond the board she lay on. A guy grabbed some leather straps and a drill-driver from the back of the stage and fixed the straps over her wrists, ankles and neck screwing the leather firmly to the sawhorse like frame. She was totally immobilised. It was all very quick, well-rehearsed. The videographer was on the stage walking around her to give us a screen view from all sides. He got to her rear which was splayed wide to show her sex like an unopened lily, the slit just parting at her entrance, an entrance yet to be violated by them. The video shot lingered there as one of the guys pulled out his cock, stuck it in her mouth, pushing it to her throat where he kept it holding her head forcefully in position. After about a minute she was struggling for breath, writhing with the little freedom she had to move. He pulled out for her to gasp and cough but went straight back in again. One of the others, a guy with his head shaved who took her when we arrived got his cock into her vagina, ramming her hard. They set up a choreographed routine involving one cock down her throat, one in her vagina and another guy whacking her arse with a cane. The vagina guy would pull out of her and stand aside to allow several strokes of the cane before re-entering, then after some thrusting pull out again and so on. It was done in time with the cock going into and out of her throat, so her vagina and throat were filled at the same time and were left free while the caning was done. After about six rounds of this they let the guy in her vagina have her. He got into a steady hard rhythm banging her with each thrust until she was starting to make the uh uh sounds she often did when building to orgasm. But before that could happen, the caning guy came back with a staple gun and stapled each of her nipples to the wood of the frame. There was a close-up video of the nipple for the first stapling and one of her body jolting as the second went in on the other side. The fucking kept going throughout. She was whimpering in pain or pleasure, probably both. The sense of her building to the edge of release was palpable, filling the room. Some guy at a table on his own was masturbating. Disgusting but understandable. We all, or maybe it was just me, were tense with her as we silently urged her orgasm on. Again, cock was shoved down her throat and held there. This time when it was pulled out, she gave a shuddering moan. As she continued cumming the two guys whacked themselves off surprisingly fast spattering her fore and aft as her cumming died away. The small audience’s testosterone-fuelled sadistic affirmation drowned out any other sound that might have come from Nicky. They undid the straps leaving just the staples in her nipples binding her to the frame. Where’s her owner? the mic guy called. What should we do with her now? Can she take any more? I felt like I should let her off. Only if she says yes, I yelled back. He held the mic close to Nicky’s face, decorated with cum splatter as we could see in detail on the screen. Your owner wants you to say yes Sussex. Surprising me, she said, Yes, though with a slightly ragged voice. And then again. Yes, Sir. That’s great, Sussex. I think we want to see you whack yourself off while your tits are stuck on there with those staples, he said. You’ve got a minute to cum, or we are going to do something really nasty to you, and after what we’ve already done, you might not want to imagine just how nasty, nasty could be. Get started. Now! He told her looking at his watch. She hunched her hips up gingerly and slid her hand down to her clit, careful of her breasts tacked at the nipples. Steady there Sussex, the guy said into the mic. Or is giving those nips a little tug going to help you get there. The videographer trained his close-up on her fingers rapidly working her clit. In about ten seconds we could see the whole area of her cunt and anus pulsing strongly as she gave it all up. They kept going on her with inexhaustible sadistic ingenuity hardly pausing from one punishing routine to the next. Audience members came and went. Most stayed but there were only ever a couple of dozen. At one point, a very wealthy looking Asian man from the audience asked me how much I wanted for her. I asked for how long did her want her thinking an hour or the night or something like that. But he wanted to own her and take her from me. I declined. He was very disappointed and pressed me to reconsider mentioning a huge sum, eventually shaking his head and leaving the club. When they'd finally finished with her on the stage it was almost two hours after we had arrived at the club. They took her to a side room to rest and have a drink. I went to join her. The guy at the door didn’t recognise me and wouldn’t let me in but she saw me and told them she wanted to see me. She was still naked with a blanket draped around her shoulders. She smiled and stood to hug me tight. As she broke away, she put a hand over her left breast and winced in pain. Are you okay? Yes. Just that nipple. The staple tore a little. How was it all, you seemed to get through it really well? They want me to go back on the stage for another go. I’m thinking I could if you want me to. No, I said. Come on. We’re going. She hurried into the clothes they’d returned, and we left through a door into a side alley. In the Uber I put her collar and leash on her - reasserting my ownership – holding it tightly. Back in our hotel room I made her get on her knees on the edge of the bed, pushed up her skirt, pulled aside her g string and holding her tightly by the leash so it was almost choking her fucked her rapidly. Lying on the bed wrapped in my arms she sighed. That was quite the holiday outing Sir, she said. And you were quite something indeed, I replied. You know someone tried to buy you off me for, I told her the amount. Fucken hell. You didn’t, oh please no, did you? She looked terrified and accusing at the same time. No of course not! I don’t want to lose you or send you into God knows what sort of situation. Thank you...fuck, that’s so dangerous. She was quiet for a while. Dreamily she started talking: You know what I was imagining while I was being done in front of that crowd of fuckers, SIr? I was imagining that each one of the guys abusing me was you. That’s how I got through it. Didn’t you enjoy it then? I asked. Well... I came a lot, A LOT, and it was all very hot action, and being watched like that I felt like the ultimate fuck. But the only real enjoyment I had was knowing that you were there and would take me home afterwards and I’d be with you. She snuggled into me, and was drifting off to sleep when she raised her head and said, you know this isn't for ever, don't you? That was five years ago. Nicky and I stayed together for a full year and off and on for a while after that. I still see her around and have a chat from time to time. She has left the big firm she started with and has set up her own small architecture studio and practice with a young colleague. As for the video that day. It did turn up on the web. But fortunately, the way they took it was mainly closeups of the parts of her body that were being magnified onto the big screen. No shot had Nicky’s face in a way that could be recognisable. It was a huge relief for both of us. Looking back I can't believe how careless and thoughtless I'd been to put her professional reputation at risk like that. |
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