Day and Knight Volume II

As she became more accustomed to the dimness of the club she could make out the faces in the crowd from her perch on the frame. She searched each face to determine how each person was reacting to the ordeal to which she had been subjected and now shown in the video. Most seemed intent on the whipping and were turned on by it. Mrs. Farr was the only one who looked away.

The gentleman in the red ruffled shirt came more clearly into her focus. She didn’t want to acknowledge that she might be seeing Todd. But, the more she looked, the more she knew it to be true. Todd had seen her all during the first act when she was blindfolded and he saw how she had humbled herself to the others in the audience. He now knew she was a pain slut and her heart sunk.

“Oh my god. What will he ever think of me now,” she thought. “And look at me, I’m trussed up like a turkey on Thanksgiving except that a turkey has the decency to have it’s legs crossed. What a mess. Oh, what a terrible mess.”

As she hung suspended from the frame with the faux cock stimulating her cunt, the audience was almost completely silent and watched the video behind her to completion. They really were in awe of her. Not that she was the only one in the audience who also had suffered the same testing. But, nevertheless Patti, for the moment, was their champion and they applauded admiringly.

Susan clipped wooden pins and weights to Patti’s nipples and her outer cunt lips and flipped the frame over slowly and locked it in place, so she was now upside down.

“Does anyone have any objection if I remove the steel cock and slip this thick ice-covered cock into dear Patti’s cunt?” Susan asked to no one in particular.

“Would anyone of you want the honor of applying this thick ice covered cock into her now?” she asked. “I’m sure Patti would like the feel of this thick ice covered cock deep in her cunt, so why doesn’t someone volunteer to make her feel good?” she taunted.

Patti felt the blood running from her head and the juices in her cunt flowing deep inside her.

She saw the tuxedo trousers first. She knew it was either Tony, Todd, or Roger since they were the only ones in tux’s. She tried to look up to see if the man was wearing a red, ruffled, formal shirt. Then she saw him. She froze in disbelief. It was Todd. It was Todd for sure. She closed her eyes to avoid his face.

“Patti, if you want me to fuck you here on stage later tonight you will have qualify for that privilege. First, you will need to beg me to slip this ice cock deep in your cunt,” he said softly. “When was the last time you had a real cock to rock on, baby?”

This was all coming too fast for Patti. “What would it hurt if he put that thing in my cunt, If he doesn’t do it, someone else will. And I do want to have him fuck me and I really don’t care where he does it. Roger is such a trickster. And, I’m just a slutty slave. He has me in a tailspin.”

“Yes, Mr. Todd, I’m glad to see you tonight, I think. Frankly, I’m surprised to see you, but glad. I hope you are enjoying yourself. It would be my pleasure if you really fucked me later, but for now, I do beg you to torment me with that thick ice cock. Do it now please, Mr. Todd, but we’ve got to stop meeting like this,” she said softly.

“She just told me she wants me to torment her with this ice cock,” Todd said loudly to the audience. “The cock has a handle so I can get a good grip on it and spend some time up here really working over her clit and cunt hole if you want me to. Let’s show by applause who wants me to withhold the cock from her eager cunt?” Only Jane applauded. “Now, how many want me to work her over with the cock?” The rest of the room clapped eagerly.

“Wait, before you get started.” George Bourgeois blurted out. “I’d like my ‘boy toy’ here to find out what a girls’ cunt tastes like and even what is looks like up close and personal. And, maybe he can use his tongue to bring her to a climax. Is that ok?”

Susan looked at Todd and they both backed away from Patti and waived ‘boy toy’ to the stage. He looked more than puzzled; in fact, he looked almost stupefied in his naiveté.

“Come on, I’ll show you the ropes,” Todd told him.

Todd took the boy child and opened up Patti’s cunt folds for the kid to see.

“These are her cunt lips. If you stick your finger up into that hole you will be surprised just how slippery she is. I know it sound unbelievable but, that’s where baby’s come from and where a man sticks his cock when he gets a boner. And this hard spot is her clit. She is usually very sensitive there. Lick on it with your tongue or rub it with your fingers and that little devil will give her great pleasure,” Todd told him. “Go ahead and experiment. Get your face right up to her and get used to how a girl smells. Taste her with your tongue. Let me know when you’re done, then I’ll work on her for awhile.”

“Oh dear god. Todd is using me as exhibit ‘A’ in the sex instruction of this poor, undereducated, gay kid. This might be the first time in the history of sex in the city where a girl is tied up, spread wide, and used as a live sex model for the schooling of some dopy kid. This is just too much,” Patti thought to herself as she heard Todd explain the facts of life.

The kid did as he was told and Patti did find his touch to be delicate and his tongue exciting as Todd had explained it would be.

“She smells good, Sir. Can I really put my finger in her hole?”

“Sure, kid. It’s now or never I’d guess.” Todd assured him.

The kid did look awfully awkward and he looked around right at Susan as he buried his finger inside Patti’s cunt. She nodded to him to indicate that he was doing it right. When he satisfied his curiosity, he licked his fingers and ran back to George, hunched over, with his head down, and landed with a thud on his knees at George’s feet. The room was quiet for a few moments in silent acknowledgment of the kids’ discomfort.

Todd strolled to center stage and held up the large ice cock. He let a few cold drops trickle onto her cunt and buried that thick faux phallus deep inside her widely spread cunt. He rubbed in on her clit and slid it deeply inside her again for several minutes. His creative efforts started to make Patti grimace and cold. She started to shiver uncontrollably but she was turned on.

“Patti, I’m going to stop this cold cunt business right now, and turn you upright, And, I promise that before these folks go home I will borough my thick dick as deeply inside of you as I did with this fake dick. Is that a deal?”

She whispered faintly back to him, “Mr. Todd, I’ll look forward to that. Please make it back to me quickly.”

Susan unbuckled Patti from the frame and called Mr. Farr to the stage. She asked him to carry a padded massage table to the center of the stage, which he promptly did. She directed the center stage light onto Patti who was standing passively off to the side of the stage. Everyone could see that the straps that held her tightly to the ‘X’ frame had created unsightly indentations in her skin. Susan ordered Patti to lay on the massage table and asked Mr. Farr if he wouldn’t be so kind as to rub the indentions out of Patti’s legs and arms and to do what he could to warm her up.

“Ladies and gentleman, while Mr. Farr here gives Patti a light oil rubdown to put her skin back to it’s normal smooth condition and to get her warm again, I invite you to again look at the video on the screen behind them,” Susan said.

Patti laid on her back on the table and Farr started to apply the massage oil to her feet first, of course. It wasn’t long before he had massaged both her legs and was now faced with the dilemma of going further -- on and into her cunt. He wanted to run his hands where they had never been before despite the fact that his wife was watching him not the video. “Miss, if you wouldn’t mind me fingering your cunt with my hands, just please let me know by spreading your legs farther apart.

Patti spread her legs. Because she was so limber she did a laying split to a straight perpendicular. He came in his pants, The double thick under pants he wore as a precaution, kept him from being embarrassed. With determination, buoyed by a desire not to give up the chance of a lifetime, he darted the middle finger of his right hand into her exposed and wanting pussy.

The old guy knew what he was doing and soon Patti was trying to hump his hand; motions that, as subtle as they were, could not missed by the now very attentive audience. Calls of ‘you go girl’ were heard from the six lesbian ladies. And, would you believe it, his sedate wife was finger fucking herself, with her dress up almost to her hips, while she watched the action on the table.

The edited video played on the wall showed Patti walking like a model on a runway in five inch heels. She was being told by Roger, who was off camera, to strut her stuff, sway her hips, and roll her shoulders.

He ordered her to insert a large butt plug and continue her walk. When she finally got the motion just right and seemed to adjust to the pressure of the butt plug, Roger gave her a good sized cunt plug and had her insert that as well. She was ordered to keep that dildo in place using only her cunt muscles as she again began to perform her runway strut.

Patti was sweating profusely from all of the exertion when Roger stopped the action again and zipped a high, boned, neck brace and half face mask with a large penis gag on her. It held her head up and rearward to such an extent that she couldn’t see her feet. When she got acclimated to the piece of gear he added several weights to her nipples and snapped a single tail whip at her ass to get her moving again.

“Now that I’ve gotten you all limbered up, we go to the next stage of this training,” he said.

Roger encased her arms in a strict one arm binder and pulled the straps over her shoulders then back under her arms which forced her tits forward. The video showed him helping her to step onto a treadmill which had an adjustment which allowed the tread itself to incline. He slipped a long leather strap under her bound arms and behind her head which he then attached to a ceiling hook. This precaution was taken so she would not get hurt and fall off the apparatus if she should trip or stumble. To add to her stability, he knotted her hair to another leather strap which he attached to another ceiling hook. The fun was about to begin.

“Slave, the plan here is for you to run on this treadmill at the speed I set in your high heels. If your cunt plug should fall out, I’ll reset the height one notch higher or make the machine go faster. You are to keep in mind that this testing is to give you greater endurance as my slave; you are doing it for me. I’ll be right behind you to adjust the machine and to snap your perky ass with this whip if I feel you need more incentive.”

Roger started the machine and, amazingly, Patti kept pace. Her graceful leg muscles began to strain but her natural athletic ability and years of dance training gave her the stamina she needed to pass Rogers test with flying colors. This she did despite the physical suffering she felt deeply in every sinew of her body.

“Good. You did well, Slave,” he said as he brought the treadmill to a gradual stop. “I’m really proud of you. Next time, I’ll set the slope higher and let your run longer. OK?”

The sound from the video had recorded her answer; “Master, the settings for the treadmill were just about the max for me. I ache all over, especially my feet. Any higher or faster would have been too brutal, believe me. I’ll take your challenge though, if it pleases you, Sir.” She realized, at the time, that she really wouldn’t have a choice.

“If it would please you Sir, perhaps I could pleasure your cock now?”

Patti made the remark softly and pleadingly. At the time, Roger wasn’t sure if her request was do divert him from dispensing further abuse to her glistening body or if she was looking for some emotional control kick of her own. It didn’t matter. He pushed her to her knees and grabbed her hair while forcing his cock deeply in her mouth. He came quickly and Patti looked satisfied while remaining in a subservient position; head down and holding her tits up for his approval.

The video faded to black and the audience turned their attention to the stage where Mr. Farr had completed massaging oil all over Patti’s exquisite body and had just about rubbed poor Patties tits and cunt raw.

“Ok, Mr. Farr you’ve done a great job of massaging Patti here, I think you can return to your seat now,” Susan said.

“Before we go to intermission again folks, I want you to see another demonstration of Patti’s physical endurance. I want Patti here, to lay on her stomach across this high, reasonably padded, stool that I’ve been using up here. She will hold her arms out in front and to the side of her head. I will help her extend her legs straight and wide apart behind her too, and she will lay flat and perfectly still as I walk away from her.

“After a bit, she may shake from the strain. But, we won’t let her get up will we folks?” Susan asked the audience.

“No way!” “Let her struggle.” “Let’s see how long she can hold it,” various voices from the audience replied.

Patti assumed the position Susan had described. It was the first time she had tried this particular maneuver. Susan shoved a thick penis gag in her mouth and placed her so that she was facing the rear wall of the stage with her legs open to the audience. Susan ran her hands all along Patti’s smooth and sensuous body and rubbed some Hot as Ice ointment on Patti’s cunt with a wicked glint in her eye for the benefit of the audience.

Patti was doing well going into the fourth minute of her ordeal but she was beginning to shake.

Susan retrieved a short, thin, cane and showed it to the audience and made Patti kiss it through her gag. Patti got the message loud and clear. Susan struck Patti’s ass three times, raising welts. Her toes curled from the pain.

“Keep your beautiful legs straight, slave, and point your toes,” Susan yelled.

Patti redoubled her effort and tightened her already sore core, leg, and shoulder muscles even tighter. But, she sagged again and Susan struck her ass three more times to force Patti to assume the position she had ordered. Three more red lines appeared almost instantly and she curled her toes in pain again.

At the five minute mark of Patti’s suffering on the stool, Susan said, “I think that performance was pretty darned good, don’t you?” as she helped Patti from the stool. She held Patti in place facing the rear of the stage so everyone could admire her thin, and no doubt painful, welts.

The audience applauded again as one.

“Folks, Master, Roger, has given me permission to bring the curtain down at this point and go to a second intermission so we can set things up for a third act which will follow after a short break. I’ll bring Patti back soon.”