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"Lindsey Blossoms” – Part 3
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"She was just sexually assaulted, Kristen. Don't tell her to calm down!" Mandy expresses her growing frustration. "And that bitch tried to suffocate me!" She turns her head back towards Andrea, but it's hard to see clearly with such limited light coming through the heavy tablecloth.
Andrea is crying quietly, chained under the massive table like the other three young women. The skin of her face feels tight, but she tries not to think about the nauseating, dried fluids from that disgusting dike's crotch. She feels violated, and just wants to go home.
"We're going to make her pay for doing this to us," Mandy goes on. "She will spend her life rotting in prison when our parents can't find us, and the cops bust in here. Then, she can see what it's like when a fat fucking bull-dike gets a hold of her! Although, that nasty bitch might like it," she sneers with her elfin countenance.
Kristen is long past the point of being shocked by the foul language that flows from the mouth of the slight girl beside her. She's also used to being shushed, so she holds her peace and lets Mandy go on venting.
She really can't do much else since all three of their necks are chained to the ground. The intimidating, efficient handlers put them here without saying a word. They just pushed them around, and shoved the girls where they wanted them to go. Mandy tried to ask a question, but was slapped hard across the face by one of them.
In addition to the neck-chains, the three friends currently can't move their arms. Since Mandy was causing the most trouble, Kristen watched the brutes bind her first. They fit her arms into a single, leather sleeve behind her back. Forcing her to interlace her fingers at butt level, they pulled the nylon laces at the sleeve's leather edges tightly all the way up along her spine, inexorably drawing her arms closer together.
Then, the 'handlers' placed iron shackles around Mandy's ankles with a short chain between. Mandy was wise enough to stay silent during the process, but Kristen knew she was seething with outrage the whole time.
Soon afterward, Kristen and Andrea received the same exact treatment. Now, all of them have their arms encased in the thick, red leather devices. Straps wrap around the tops of their shoulders preventing the sleeves from slipping off. And, small, but stout padlocks rest inside the rivets at the pinnacles of their backs, so there's no way to remove the darned things.
Further restricting their mobility is the fact that the rings at the bottoms of their arm sleeves are locked to the short chains between their feet. Kristen lifts herself up again to see whether she can use her ankles to rip the ring out of the leather, but it's no use. The position causes her shoulders to arch even further back than they already are, putting too much strain on her sockets. She kneels back down to consider any other possible options, but doesn't find much reason for hope.
"Kristen," Mandy says with an idea, "see if you can use your teeth to rip through..."
"Where, oh where can my little slaves be..." a singing voice suddenly interrupts Mandy's plan. "Oh where, oh where can those cunts be?"
Kristen shivers as she realizes that Lindsey is back. She stares with apprehension as a pair of high heeled feet click across the floor towards them.
Lindsey lifts the edge of the tablecloth, and pokes her head underneath to gawk at her naked, bound lovelies. "There they are! Did you miss your Goddess, my sluts?"
Mandy narrows her eyes in unbridled hatred. She sees that Lindsey is once again dressed like a prostitute. This time, her outfit leaves nothing to the imagination. She's wearing a plastic skirt, and a short-sleeved, plastic, babydoll top that halts above her midriff. But, the entire outfit is made of clear plastic! She's basically nude, Mandy thinks, so why bother putting the ridiculous clothing on? More clear plastic covers her pedicured feet in her open-toed high heels.
"Heel, boy," Lindsey says, turning her head. "I want to introduce you three cunts to mutt, my other pet. Like you, he's one of my slaves, so be nice to him. In fact, why don't you each give him a kiss on the lips to say hello." Stepping aside, she says, "Go ahead, mutt. Get under there, and greet your new sister-slaves properly."
Andrea, still not recovered from the homosexual act she was forced to commit earlier, looks with fright at the pink, carnival sideshow waddling towards her. She tries to scoot away from the scary clown, but the fixed collar keeps her in place.
Once under the table, Max can't believe his eyes. The three naked girls in front of him are drop-dead gorgeous! Like most of the time, he's not exactly sure what the unpredictable witch has planned, but he has absolutely no problem making out with these teen bombshells!
He is quickly crestfallen, though, as he remembers what a fright he is in this pink spandex suit, with his crotch exposed and prominently displayed in its tube-cage. A wave of shame and embarrassment washes over him. Why does she delight in dressing him like some bizarre mutant? He feels like rolling into a ball and hiding himself to avoid this terrible humiliation in front of the pretty girls.
He knows, however, that it would be a grave mistake to disobey Lindsey's order. Approaching the blonde girl first, he can see she's been crying, and his kooky appearance is clearly scaring her. He sidles closer as instructed, and since his head is facing away from his 'Goddess' behind him, he silently mouths the words, "I'm sorry," to the chained young woman. He closes his eyes like a gentleman, and lets the unbelievable beauty kiss him if she wants.
Reassured by the pink aberration's unexpected reticence, Andrea decides not to test Lindsey, who is still leering at her under the table. She leans forward reluctantly and graces 'mutt' with the briefest of pecks.
Max loves the feel of her soft lips, and despite his shame, decides he could definitely get used to this. He moves to the skinny brunette next under the table. Unfortunately, his unused cock is enjoying the task way too much, and it swells inside its metal chastity tube. Trying to ignore the painful, distracting ache, he forges ahead.
"No way, get that freak away from me!" Mandy yells. "Let me up from here, you bitch! You have no right to do this to us! Kidnapping and assault are felonies! I wanna see Daddy Warbucks get you of this one, you dike whore!!!"
Lindsey lets the tablecloth drop after Mandy's unsurprising outburst, and laughs silently behind her hand, pondering how awesomely satisfying her cruel games are proving to be. It's time, however, for the outspoken little cunt to pay for her wayward attitude.
"Gentlemen, please be seated," Lindsey says, turning away from the table. Three uniformed men have been waiting patiently under the enormous portrait of the Marquis de Sade hanging on her dining room wall.
"Thank you so much for joining me this evening," she says to her handlers whom she earlier invited to the meal. "Um, Luther, will you hand me your prod, please?"
The largest of the handlers, and the highest ranking, bald Luther detaches the long cattle prod at his utility belt, and extends it handle-first to his new employer before taking his plush seat. He also pauses to admire the scantily clad form of the CEO's sexpot daughter. What a knockout!
He is glad to have accepted this new assignment. Instead of a whole facility of slaves to manage, now he only has to look after the boss' daughter and her few procurements. Plus, events like the one he is expecting to unfold right now make his job so worthwhile.
Lindsey wastes no further words on the rebellious Mandy, and quickly jams the electrified prod under the table and right into the waif's exposed midsection. Mandy releases a blood curdling scream, and crumples to the ground on her side. Lindsey thrusts forward again to give her another jolt, this time to the back of her neck.
With the tight, metal collar encircling Mandy's throat being caught up in the voltage, she feels as though a lasso of fire has been thrown around it. The incredible pain blanks all rational thought from her mind, and her body seizes with every muscle contracting until the electricity subsides.
Lindsey pulls back, and watches as the thin girl continues to shake, whining pathetically. "Oh, did that hurt, slut? Now, you will get up and give my poor mutt a kiss. And, you can stick your tongue in his mouth for not obeying the first time. GET UP, CUNT!" She gives her another quick shot of electricity on the ass for motivation.
Still reeling and traumatized, Mandy can't take anymore, and rolls as quickly as her muscles will allow to a kneeling position once again. Blubbering in self-pity, and with tears winding down her face, she swallows her revulsion and leans forward slowly towards the pink monstrosity.
Max has had his own experiences with the debilitating prod, and feels pity for the girl who finds him so repulsive. He can't really blame her though, because he's seen what he looks like in the mirror. Again, he holds still as she kisses him, and deliciously inserts her wet tongue briefly into his mouth.
"Awww, that's so sweet. And, to think you didn't want to do it at first, silly girl. mutt eats dog food by the way, so you may have tasted it. Of course, you could have avoided the extra frenching by minding your Goddess in the first place. Ok, move on, mutt." Still holding his cockleash, she gives it a quick tug.
Max flinches, but waddles uncomfortably over to the final girl. Whoa. So far, this one is his favorite. "Look at those huge tits!" he thinks to himself. Not only can't he wait to kiss this one, but he begins to fantasize about rubbing his dick between those juicy melons. He was with a girl with tits like that once, but she was way fat. This babe has a narrow waist and exotic eyes he could lose himself in. His pulsing cock screams to be released from its container, and he winces in frustrated, cramped distress.
Kristen waits for the man in pink to approach. She feels sorry for him, dressed as he is in effeminate pink. She sees the tortured look in his eyes, and wonders what sort of cruelty he has had to face at Lindsey's hands. Did she really mean it when she said he eats dog food??? Her heart goes out to him, and she closes her eyes to permit a kiss.
"Holy shit, mutt," Lindsey cries in annoyance. "You can stop kissing her now. Look at his tiny peepee getting all stiff, girls," she laughs aloud. "I think he likes you, Kristen. Ok, enough, get that tiny dick out from under there, mutt. Like you would ever stand a chance with any of them."
Lindsey drops the tablecloth after mutt clears, and steps to the head of the table to take her seat. Her three handlers sit to her right, and she directs mutt to kneel directly beside her ornate chair. She reaches to the center of the table for a silver bell, which she rings to summon her servants. She's starving, and it's time to begin her fun-planned soiree.
"Sirs, will you kindly push the table forward and move your chairs up so you're in better position?" She moves her own chair out of the way, and sits down again once the men are aligned.
As soon as the caesar salads have arrived and been eaten by the seated quartet to satisfy their immediate hunger, Lindsey addresses her slaves, unseen through the stately table. "Alright, cunts, listen up. You'll notice that your faces are now only inches away from the lap of the handler in front of you. We're going to play a game, and the winner will be rewarded, while the loser... let's just say you don't want to lose this one." She has a broad smile on her face thinking about the wicked arrangements she made beforehand.
"You will have two minutes per round to suck the dick in front of you. At the end of each round, the handlers will rotate so that each of you ends up sucking all three cocks. The gentlemen here have no idea who is in front of them, so impartiality is guaranteed. And, girls, I would put some effort into this challenge. You saw what happened to Mandy when she didn't play along." She pauses to let her chained pets think about that one.
"Good Sirs, if you will please present your cocks to the ladies? mutt will watch the wall-clock and inform us whenever the time has elapsed. Ready, you cocksucking whores? Begin!" She lifts her eyebrows, and winks at her loyal guards. They have their own grins painted across their amused faces.
"So Luther, we haven't really had a chance to chat," Lindsey speaks to her head of security. "How long have you been with the company? What's your story anyway?" She leans forward with her hands beneath her chin. In the future, when she decides she needs to fuck a real man again, this rugged hunk will definitely be among her top choices.
"Miss Crill, it's an honor to work for you in this beautiful structure you've created. I've been with your father for twelve years, and spent eight years before that in Special Ops for the government. Mmmhhhhh... I have to say though... oohhhmmm... your father pays the best, in more ways than one."
Luther, expecting an inexperienced blowjob from a novice, is pleasantly surprised. Whoever the little slut is attending to his rock-hard pole has some good techniques. He knows he isn't the first to be in this one's greedy, little mouth. Shit, he might even cum if she keeps up the pace.
"Well, Sebastien recommended you right off the bat when I asked for someone reliable and trustworthy," Lindsey continues. "I couldn't be more pleased to have you in my new home. That goes for you two as well. Please let me know if there is anything you or your fellows require."
"Nn, nn, nn," mutt suddenly grunts, indicating the two minutes are up.
"Time!" Lindsey calls, patting her little doggie on the head. "That's a good boy, yes. You know, mutt if you're jealous of the girls under there, I can invite another handler in here for you to participate in the contest, too. Really, I don't mind."
Another qualification she insisted upon for the handlers in her employ was an extremely progressive attitude towards human sexuality. None of her open-minded guards would blink twice if given the order to sexually violate a male slave. She wonders if mutt thinks she's bluffing, but she hasn't decided yet whether she wants to erase the doubts in his mind for good.
"Please rotate, kind Sirs." The three men in dark uniform stand with their impressive, thick poles flying at full mast. All except for one of them.
Lindsey frowns and points at him. "Samuel, right? Did your cocksucker not even get you hard?" she asks with exaggerated disbelief.
"Miss Crill," Samuel nods amicably as he takes his new seat. "Should I withhold my judgment for the scoring phase perhaps?" A boyish smirk decorates his face.
"Yes, you're absolutely right. Let's not spoil the fun." Lindsey regards him more closely, tilting her head to the side. "I've heard a few rumors about you, Samuel. It's been said that you're the definitive sadist. That you know more ways to inflict pain than I have pairs of shoes. And, I have a lot of shoes," she throws him a devious, kindred smile.
"Well, miss, I have been known... ooooohh..." he slides noticeably lower in his chair as his eyes shut half closed. "Excuse me," he laughs, "I have been known to break the most stubborn of slaves. I'll admit that I find my work intensely fulfilling. Especially when given a free hand and plenty of time to experiment."
Max continues to closely watch the clock, but glances at the wiry, gaunt man speaking. A chill runs through his body, and he realizes that he would be perfectly happy never to lay eyes on him again. There's something about his manner that gives Max the creeps. And, a definitive sadist??? he thinks. Please don't ever let me fall into that devil's hands, he prays to any deity listening. "Nn, nn, nn," he signals, thankfully having reverted his eyes back to the clock in time.
"Time!" Lindsey calls again. "Gentlemen?"
This time all of them are sporting full erections jutting from their black utility pants. She especially notices Luther, who has one of the most massive schlongs she's ever laid eyes on. Forget mutt being jealous of the girls, she thinks amused. I'm starting to get jealous myself!
"This is the final round, my little cunts," Lindsey continues. "I'd make this one count if I were you," with a warning tone.
Once her handlers are seated again, Lindsey looks at the third one and says, "You must be Enrique. Welcome to Casa Crill, Senor."
"Muchas gracias, Senorita. It is a pleasure to be here," he says with a marked Spanish accent. "I have known your father for eight years, and previously worked in his European operations out of Madrid. Regretfully, I have a few enemies there who would like to see my head on a pike. When I contacted Sebastien for a possible transfer, he informed me that the Patron's daughter needed a team. He failed to mention how beautiful you are, however."
Lindsey feels herself blush at his smoldering, penetrating look. Taking a deep breath, she replies, "I'm so grateful you chose to join my household, Enrique. Perhaps we can share a glass of Vega Sicilia some time," she flirts with a suggestive tone.
"Nn, nn," mutt interrupts.
"Time!"
"Awww, damn I almost finished," Samuel complains, but the girl at his lap has stopped pleasuring him. Those seated around the table laugh at his chagrin.
"Oh no," Lindsey says in sympathy, "but I promise to make it up to you, Samuel. Just wait," she consoles him.
"Ok gentlemen... cockwhore #1 is right next to me," she places her hand on the table. "Cockwhore #2 is in the middle, and #3 is at the end. Luther, we'll start with you. Your judgment, please?"
Luther is still stuffing his bulging monster back into his pants. "Ok," he says with mirth, "cockwhore #3 decided not to participate, cockwhore #1 at least tried, but could definitely use more lessons. I have to hand it to cockwhore #2. That hot mouth is no stranger to dick."
"I vote the same way," Enrique chimes in. "And, #3 didn't try with me either." He shrugs his muscular shoulders.
Samuel shifts to a more comfortable position in his seat, still regretting that he was stopped short of blowing a load. "I concur with the others. #2's mouth is like a vacuum cleaner, #1 did a pathetic job, but at least she made an attempt, unlike #3."
"Ok! This is so exciting!" Lindsey gushes. "Gentlemen, would you mind readjusting our contestant cockwhores' chains so they might join us at the table?"
Lindsey already knows which of her enslaved schoolmates placed where in the game. But, she waits for her little darlings to be seated, still in their red leather armbinders, before revealing their fates.
"Well, little Miss Mandy is our clear winner! For pete's sake, Mandy, how much dick have you sucked to be such a seasoned cock gobbler? What a nasty slut! I guess that explains the good grades you've been able to get in school. Not to mention the bad ones when your teacher was a female. Nevertheless, you win!" Lindsey begins clapping with her handlers following suit.
Sitting dazed with sore jaw muscles, Mandy just stares down at the table. She doesn't even care anymore that her arms are bound behind her, and the three creeps across from her are lasciviously ogling her naked body. After she was zapped multiple times with that awful, evil stick, there was no way she was going to let the two prudes, Kristen and Andrea, beat her in an area where she has always excelled.
Lindsey reaches for the silver bell again to proceed with Mandy's reward and the next course in the meal. When her liveried servants enter carrying five covered dishes, Lindsey directs one of the platters to be placed before the sullen Mandy.
"Top prize for our expert dicklicker is beef medallions with snow peas and mushrooms. I know you must be ready to scarf down a horse by now, Mandy, but I'm afraid you'll have to eat this meal without the use of your hands. Do try not to be a pig about it though?" Lindsey asks reasonably.
Those with plates in front of them dig in, even Mandy, who is too hungry to care that she has to put her face down in the food. She carefully uses her teeth to pick up the tender meat, trying to avoid smearing sauce all over her lips.
As Lindsey finishes her plate, she makes a mental note to compliment her new chef on the amazing fare. It's nice to know she has competent experts working for her.
"On to second place," she announces, wiping the corner of her mouth. "Kristen, I'm sure that was a new experience for you, but way to be a champ! Perhaps you would have performed better if it had been Troy Skillson's knob in your mouth, but I beat you to that one." Lindsey can't help but sink a few barbs into the ex-friend she no longer has to covet. "You see, Kristen, I gave that boy the blowjob of his young life just so you wouldn't stand a chance with him. Oops," she raises her hands to her plastic-draped shoulders, and shrugs with palms up.
Kristen isn't surprised by her former friend's revelation. Actually, she can hardly concentrate on anything Lindsey is saying. The real problem Kristen has is her own nudity in front of the cold-eyed, brawny handlers.
Earlier, when they put her arms into the leather sleeve behind her back, she was still recovering from the appalling scene with Andrea she had just witnessed, and was worried the men had arrived to put a terrible end to her short life. Now that she knows Lindsey intends to keep them around for at least a while, she can't help but think about the crude oafs staring across at her.
Since puberty began for her, she's always gone to great lengths to play down the embarrassing size of her breasts, and now Lindsey has them on full display. She can feel the hot blushing of her own cheeks, and wishes she could crawl back under the table again where it's dark. She detested the anonymous oral sex she had to perform, but much less so than the perverted eyes she can feel memorizing every inch of her oversized mammaries.
"Cat got your tongue, Kristen?" Lindsey distracts her from her private mortification. "Yes, you always were a quiet one. Oh well, for second place you get to eat kibble from mutt's doggie bowl later. That's in my master suite, so you'll be spending tonight in bed with me."
The lecherous, lingering look Lindsey gives Kristen sends chills up her spine. She swallows, wondering if she will be forced to... lick... Lindsey like Andrea had to.
Max, still kneeling next to his insane owner's chair, is excited at the thought of getting to spend more time in the presence of big-breasted Kristen. And, did he just hear that Lindsey and her would be sleeping together??? Watching those two babes go at it would be a wet dream come true! No, no... garbage trucks, Grandma Fulford, he quickly thinks to calm his swelling but confined tool.
Lindsey rises from her chair and saunters around the table towards the gorgeous blonde at the end. "Andrea, Andrea... the girl who liked the taste of pussy so much that she couldn't bring herself to suck off three handsome men afterwards. That's ok, I know I'm delicious, and you'll have countless chances in the future to worship your Goddess' pussy with that sweet, lesbian tongue of yours."
Abruptly, Lindsey grabs a handful of Andrea's long hair, and roughly yanks her head back. The collar around her neck is still chained to the ground under the table, and Lindsey pulls back enough to extend the chain to its full length. With Andrea's arms still trapped in the red sleeve, she has no way to resist.
"You should probably get used to being a loser, cunt. You get 'dessert' for not bothering to participate in my fun game," Lindsey whispers closely to the side of her head. Moving her face closer, she inserts the tip of her tongue into Andrea's ear and flicks it around inside.
Andrea clenches her teeth, and tries to pull away from the gross bitch, but can't really move. "Go to hell, freak," she says, cutting her eyes towards Lindsey.
"Oooohhh, she still has some resistance left in her," Lindsey says with her eyebrows raised. "Guards, please release all of this cunt's bindings, and lay her face-up on the table."
With little difficulty, the no-nonsense handlers have Andrea rapidly stretched out before them. Lindsey walks around behind Luther and removes the cattle prod once more from his belt. She also flirts with him by running a palm over his rear as she pulls her hand away. She gives him a naughty wink when he turns around smiling.
"mutt, my little queerboy," she calls out, "are you ready for the dessert we prepared for third place?" She bends down after moving closer to him and detaches the clip tethering his ankles to his titanium scrotum ring. "Up on the table like a good slave," she directs him.
The ability simply to stretch his legs all the way out is a wondrous relief for Max. His hands are still locked in the leather puppy mitts behind him and attached to his nutsack, but he can't believe he's actually standing after such a long time. Realizing he's taking too long, however, he quickly sits on the table, and then carefully swings his pink spandex legs up to follow.
Lindsey has mutt squat directly above Andrea's gravely worried looking face. With the strong handlers effortlessly pinning the blonde to the table, Lindsey knows the bitch won't be going anywhere soon.
Andrea, for her part, has no idea what's happening, but she quickly tires from trying to resist the large gorillas manhandling her.
Ewwww! She suddenly spots the pink slave's imprisoned penis now dangling above her face. She's revolted, and wonders about the sick mind that came up with whatever that is. As she squints upward in horror, she also notices something plastic covering the spot where his rectum should be. She watches in shock as Lindsey takes hold of the edges of the plastic, and begins pulling outward.
"Don't worry, Andrea. We made sure to give mutt a thorough, soapy enema before preparing your treat," Lindsey says as she removes the thin buttplug from mutt's ass. "My little doggie has ten delicious grapes shoved up there, and he's been keeping them warm for whoever lost the game. Hey, that's you!"
Without warning, Lindsey presses the end of the cattle prod against Andrea's waist and pulls the trigger. The held girl unleashes a strident scream as she is sadistically jolted in the side.
"Yes, yes," Lindsey nods her head as Andrea thrashes. "If you decide not to willingly eat your dessert, I'm going to stick this prod up your pussy and zap it for as long as it takes you to reconsider." She gives her a bright smile showing all her teeth. "Now open your mouth so mutt has a nice, wide target."
"Go ahead, mutt. Give it to her!" she commands.
Max is sorry to be participating in this abominable activity, but he's felt a strong urge to expel the objects for hours now. He knew if anything came out early he would pay severely, so he's had to concentrate on holding them in this whole time. With permission now given, he bears down and feels a grape popping slowly out of his rear.
Andrea has her eyes screwed shut, but her mouth is reluctantly open. The prod felt like a knife was cutting into her, and she knows Lindsey is unstable enough to follow through with her terrible threat. Andrea wants so badly to close her quivering mouth, but she's too scared to disobey the maniac with the stick.
Suddenly, the round fruit from mutt's ass drops disgustingly into her mouth, and she cries out at the horror. She allows the grape to sit there unmoving with her tongue paralyzed.
Lindsey is enthralled watching her victim suffer this absolute humiliation. She glances around the table, and the looks on her other two pets' faces is priceless. "You heard me warn you all before the game to put some effort into it," she says to them, shrugging her shoulders.
Turning back to Andrea, she yells at her, "Chew it, cunt! If you don't like your dessert, I'm sure I can come up with something even better to stick in that hole. Now eat!"
Andrea sobs even more, but she reluctantly bites down with her lips peeled back in revulsion. Sweet juice gushes from the grape, somehow making the experience even worse. With her facial muscles contorting, she chews up the grape, and then quickly gulps it down.
"Go ahead, mutt," Lindsey orders. "Shit out a few more bites for our loser."
Four grapes rapidly squeeze from Max's asshole and plop down into the crying blonde's mouth. He struggles emotionally over the relief he feels from finally being able to disgorge the fruit, and pities the attractive girl below him. However, he also feels a stirring in his loins as his cinched balls rub against her delicate nose and closed eyes. He would love to slide a powerful erection across her angelic face. No! He can't think that way. It hurts too much.
"That's right, little piggy," Lindsey taunts. "Eat those shit grapes, whore. By the way, I totally forgot to congratulate you on winning Prom Queen a while back! If only the student body could see you now," she laughs derisively.
"More dessert, mutt. Give her the rest of her prize."
Max expels the remaining grapes into the blonde's mouth, and tries not to feel guilty about stooping just a little lower to caress her straight nose with his tight nutsack.
"Yum, yum, yum," Lindsey chirps while Andrea forces down the grapes. "Ok, down off the table, mutt. Heel!". She bends down to reattach his ankle chain to his nuts-ring.
"Gentlemen, I hope you've enjoyed your dining experience. Thank you for joining me," she says to her handlers. "Will you please put our loser here outside in the kennel with the other hounds? Fit her arms back into the armbinder, and stake her neck-chain to the ground. She's probably thirsty, but she can drink beside the dogs. Perhaps she'll be more enthusiastic next time we have a game to play." She looks down at Andrea with supreme satisfaction.
Next, she points towards Kristen. "You can put 'fat-tits' there in my suite. I want her chained down, spread eagle on my bed waiting for me. And, you can take mutt along with her. Just install him back in his iron box. Oh, let the fairy clean these plates first for being such a good boy today." Lindsey strokes his spandex head.
"And, let's not forget our big winner for the evening," she grins, looking at Mandy. "Take her back down to the playroom, and strap her to one of those contoured sawhorses. I want a chastity belt locked around her waist, but leave her mouth free. My servants have been working hard for weeks to fix up this place, and they deserve some recreation time with such a talented slut like her."
"Wait, no!" Mandy cries. "I won the game! Why do I have to do that?"
"Oh. Mandy," Lindsey shakes her head. "The most important part of the game was to find out which of you was the most skilled cocksucker. Damn, the boys are going to have some fun with you tonight! I hope you didn't eat too much, because you're going to need room in your stomach for the multiple loads of cum they're going to pump down that slutty, little throat of yours."
"Samuel," she says turning to him. "Feel free to be first in line since she wasn't able to finish you earlier. But, please don't practice your special arts on her just yet. We'll save that for when she's been a bad girl." She gives him a conspiratorial smile.
Once everyone has departed, Lindsey makes her way briskly towards her extravagant equipment room. She wants to select the few pieces of gear she will need tonight for Kristen. After watching her slaves unwillingly play their parts in her wicked game, she's horny as hell and desperately needs relief. And, she already has plans to show her bashful ex-friend a whole new world of carnal possibilities.
End of part 3
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