Chapter 4: Voluntary whoring

Later that night each of the trapped contestant were picked up and brought into a nice hotellike room. She was liberated from her suit, gag and collar, given a analgesic pill and let alone to shower before delivering a nice, well-presented dinner.

They even found a nice pajama to put on.

The door was locked, and she contestants slept as babies through the night.

The morning was as exquisite as the night.

In-room breakfast was second to none, the delivered clothes very sexy, but absolutely wearable.

At ten in the morning their TV screen in the room went alive, it was Tatianna on the screen:

Dear Friends, today is the final day of our Club’s fun activities. Hope you’ve enjoyed as much as we did these past days.

The pill you got yesterday is not only a strong analgesic but also an unknown venom to science, it is long lasting, 30 or 40 years, and kills in a very painful way if not given an antidote. You will be given this antidote every day as long as you comply with the rules. Running away will have you suffering to death in less than 48 h.

You’ll not know in which form or from whom you are getting the daily antidote, thus better you eat what you get, with thanks and a smile.

Any fantasy about escaping vanished in the victim’s minds.

As for today we’ll have another frolic day. Once you’ve showered, dressed, perfumed and applied your make up, you’ll be joining the club members as any other guest.

They have been given cards spotting a +1, that you should try to earn, and a gun that shoots rivets into any not-performing bitch; the rivets, you may understand are demerits, each rivet counting as a -1.

The members, of course, are free to beat the underperformer to a pulp with rivets, wherever they feel like, into a cheek, a hand, a tit or cunt and as often as they want; they can also rivet you just for fun.

So, ladies, gather among your friends, mingle with colleagues, and acquaintances and enjoy this final event, as you are the main entertainment.

At 4PM the competition will be over, the final score shown, and we will all together merrily participate in your piercing and ringing.

We expect you all to be at 11 sharp on the premises.

Ezinne was the first to emerge from the rooms, the dress provided to her was a white short dress with ruffle, and white high heeled sandals, knotted to the knee.

It was Heinz Herrmann the first to greet her waving for her to come over. Heinz’ family had made a fortune during WWII and his political views made the republicans look like communists.

“So, our blackie is here” he said “and petting her head in a condescending way he continued “I hope you recovered well from yesterday’s entertainments”

Ezinne would have kicked this guy, but she meekly answered “Oh yes, Sir, I’m fine, thank you”

Heinz’ hands were already travelling and blatantly fondling her tits her went on

“For sure you do not mind me sampling you, do you?” Heinz asked with a wide smile.

“Oh no Sir, not at all” Ezinne put on her best girlie voice “it is a pleasure feeling your hands mauling my tits, or pinching my cunt for your amusement.

“Oh, look, darkie here has learned, but tell me trollop, did you put on panties this morning?”

“Yes, Sir I did” Ezinne did not like the direction this was taking

Heinz’ tone and face expression changed totally, “What the hell were you thinking, stupid Nigger, take the off immediately and I expect an apology” he shouted

People looked amused at the events.

Although all the present people had seen her naked for the last two days, to now again bare her privates in public became a hard hurdle.

Among Mr. Herrmann’s strengths was not patience with black sluts He nonchalantly riveted her ass once. Ezinne cried out, loud, in pain and surprise. People started laughing.

“How you dare to shriek like this?” Heinz sounded angry and another rivet went into Ezinne’s poor bum.

Then calmly he added “I’ve a lot more of those, and I can decorate you with them if that underwear is not out of the way”

Ezinne frenetically tried to strip her panties off, but the rivets were firmly nailing them to her cheeks.

“Sorry, Sir, sorry, I’m stripping, look I’m stripping, aaahh, stupid me. Sorry I had no intention on hiding my cunt from you...”

The panties tore and off they went.

Heinz had already lost interest in her and was socializing with other members.

The morning did not start well for Ezinne.

When Paula stepped onto the open area Ezinne was in her panty-fight.

She understood and discreetly took off her own ones. It was not that difficult dressed in a black mini leather skirt. The rest of her outfit was a black leather cap and a short leather corset also black, more like a top that pushed her tits up. Her footwear were black, high heeled boots until the knee.

She went to the bar greeting everybody and smiling the whole time and asked for an orange juice.

Although for an external eye it would look like an idyllic scene, nicely dressed attractive people in a luxury resort, she felt like a rabbit among snakes, like a prey released among predators.

Her feeling was quite accurate.

“Paula, my dear Paula” it was the mayor coming over to meet her. He came arm in arm with his wife.

“I hope you don’t mind me calling you Paula” Mr. Marshall asked in a mock respect whilst his hands were already fondling her tits.

She did not move and with a smile she held on stoically. The mayor’s wife was sampling her ass.

“You know darling” she said “I think our sons are old enough to have their own fucktoy” and without changing her tone she slapped Paula’s ass and said “open your legs, sweetheart, and raise your skirt”

Paula standing in an open pool area with people watching and chatting slowly lifted her skirt to show her nice trimmed red cunt to everybody who cared looking.

Mr. Marshall’s hand dashed between her legs and stated playing with her labia, slit and hole.

His other hand was still busy on her left tit. Ms. Marshall was fondling her right tit and her naked ass.

People went by and greeted the Major and his wife, smiled at Paula and started some small talk, unaffected by the presence of a naked woman being blatantly molested.

Paula’s face competed in redness with her hair.

The mayor explained them his intention of giving this fucktoy to his sons, allowing his acquaintances to sample her, visually and manually.

They took the offer, not bothering in asking Paula. The mayor offer her cunt, she had no word in it.

“Not a wonder she’s well built” his wife said looking at the couple that were, him, painfully stretching Paula’s labia with one hand and playing with a finger in her cunt and, her, slowly finger-fucking Paula’s mouth “after all she’s an architect”

“Yes” the mayor intervened “I met her once, but at that time she was not so...” he stopped and slapped her twice making the audience grin “so ... user friendly” he finished and looking at Paula he asked “Weren’t you?”

Here she was, a studied architect, in presence of the mayor, with her cunt on show and being publicly groped apologizing for not having been a fuckdoll when presenting her project.

“No, sorry, I was not so user friendly, sorry, but now you can use me to your heart content, and I promise I will make a good fucktoy for you sons and their friends.” Paula promised arising smiles and grins among her growing audience.

Jennifer was witnessing Paula’s humiliating episode. She was dressed in a short tight red dress, very fashion, with red heeled sandals and a red summer hat.

All this horrified her, she was a lawyer, all these people, no, monsters, should be locked away, but here she was ... free game.

Her first score she did when a couple, her same age, stopped her and without a word the woman started French kissing her mauling her ass.

Jennifer was strict straight, but she knew better than not participating. The accompanying man directed their actions and fondled both the women. In the process thanks to the man, she was stripped of her panties. Her blond cunt got a thorough fondling from both and, before leaving, the man took her hem and made he bit on it, baring her whole front.

“Leave it like this, darling” he said “until you reach the bar, or I take shooting lessons on your ass”

Everybody she crossed stopped her, looked at her grinning and commenting and fondled her as if it were their right of birth.

Carrying the hem in her mouth made her feel like a small girl, adding to her humiliation.

Just before arriving the bar a small chariot pulled by a naked and strictly bound woman stopped next to her.

“Oh, Miss Dawkins, how nice to see you” The man talking to her was in his fifty, next to him a blonde bimbo, not over 20, stupidly grinned.

“I hope you remember my wife” he said as you represented her in her divorce against me

Jennifer looked again at the bimbo, whilst the man, with the arm over her shoulder played with a nipple.

“Not this one, silly, Martina is helpfully pulling the cart.” He jumped out of it and taking Jennifer by one nipple he pulled her to meet his former wife.

Jennifer was shocked. She recognized Martina. The former classy woman was naked but for some kind of hoof-shoes that made her walk on her tip toes. Between her legs there was a bar attached to the cart, with a protruding dildo fitting into Martina’s cleft. A chain connected the bar to a waist cinch to which both her hands were cuffed.

Martina was literally pulling around her ex husband and his new fucktoy with her cunt.

Martina’s tits were adorned with to small bells, her nose showed a big ring to which her also pierced tongue was fixed.

“Tell me Miss Dawkins, doesn’t she look nice?” His hands were already fondling Jennifer’s slit and ass.

She just nodded, horrified.

He started slowly finger fucking her “You know, we are on good term now. I pay for her housing and feeding, in our stalls here in The Club, and also for a personal trainer” he mocked “ Look at the angry red welts on her ass, the training is strict, but effective” Then he went on “She’s a great bedmate now, sucks cunt and cock on demand, takes it up the ass and performs whatever indignity I can come up with, and I’m quite creative.” He added smiling.