Chapter 22

“Here she is!” Voice One shouted. “Want to know her name?”

“Yes!”

They’re obviously expecting me to resist, so I can be humiliated into saying the word. Well, I’m not going to give them that satisfaction. “You can call me Bitch,” she announced. There was another cheer.

“So it’s true. Until this moment we didn’t believe you. Cool. You found a woman for us this time, not a girl, but who is she?” another, different voice from in front of Maya. A hand fumbled at the mask that hid her identity.

“Hey! Leave that alone! Her face isn’t what matters!” shouted voice one.

“Concentrate on her pussy and tits, Michel!”

“Hey! No names, remember?”

“How shall we soften her up?” Voice Two asked.

“The cross, the cross,” they chanted. Maya was dragged a few steps then her hands were pulled up and attached to some sort of structure. Her feet were kicked apart and also tied. She stood, a naked, human-sized X with her back to the spectators.

“Look at those juicy cheeks! Cane or whip?” Voice One asked, stroking her buttocks.

Opinion was divided. She was trembling. The first two strokes of the cane made her jump. She made the mistake of clenching her buttocks and yelped as the third stroke stung far more.

“Boring!” shouted someone from the audience. “Turn her round!”

Maya was roughly turned to face the people and re-attached.

“Whip her tits!” The same voice as before. She tensed up, sure that this was going to be even more painful. But then several voices shouted in opposition.

“The clamps! The clamps!”

She was shocked that her first reaction was one of relief. At least I know about nipple clamps. They can’t do much to me that would be more extreme than Jo at the Glory Hole. I can take this.

She bit her lip in order to remain silent as a clamp gripped her unpierced nipple. She drew in a sharp breath, though, when a weight was attached to the little bar through her piercing. I can feel the pull, but Jo’s little cage was far harder to bear. Another weight was added and she had to make an effort not to cry out. Her nipple was being dragged down and she could feel it taking her breast with it. I can stand this! I had this done to me by Jo and even though I hadn’t expected it and it hurt, it excited me, too.

She had been leaning forward, trying to ease the pull on her nipple, but now she jerked upright. The thrilling shock that had just run from her nipple to her clitoris was unmistakeable. It’s just like the Glory Hole evening. I wish I could deny it, but this is turning me on!

“Pussy clamps!” came the call. Again she was turned and forced to bend over, offering her buttocks to the audience, she felt fingers grasping and pulling on her labia, stretching her. She jumped as the first clamp snapped shut, pinching the flesh, which she knew had to be swelling. Eric had often admired how plump her labia became when he treated her to one of his extended sucking sessions. Further weights were clipped on. It’s more than uncomfortable but my pussy is throbbing. I wonder what they’ll do to me next? Maya, you’re crazy! You’re actually looking forward to whatever they’re intending!

What next turned out to be another labial clamp. Her sex was held open by the first two clamps and she wasn’t really surprised when another one slid between them and was clipped directly onto the sheath of her clitoris. Her abdominal muscles spasmed involuntarily as a dart of ecstasy ripped through her. A questing finger plunged into her vagina. She knew it would emerge shining and wet.

“She’s ready!”