Chapter 5

From a distance I could here the murmur of people. My heart raced as I thought of what was about to happen. I was half naked, with a chain leading from the lips of my vagina to my best friend's nipples. And I was about to be put on display in front of a large group of wealthy perverts! "Ouch!", Monica yelped as my slowing pace caused the chain to pull her breasts. "Sorry, ... I'm scared.", I whispered back. We followed Tripp up a back staircase, and onto a small stage. The black curtain was closed. In center stage there was a king-size four poster bed with a white lacy canopy. And there was a girl! The leather cuffs on her wrists were attached to a hook above her head on the left post at the foot of the bed. A metal bar attached to her ankle cuffs kept her legs spread wide apart. She was wearing the same dress as we. She also had a black bag like mask covering her entire head. Holes had been cut for her eyes and nose. On her exposed breasts were nipple clamps. Behind the girl, on the bed, were whips, dildos, and vibrators. "Monica, you stand here. Rachael, you stand over here." Tripp slipped through the split in the curtain to the front of the stage. He began to address the audience. I was so scared. My body trembled. Monica looked calm. I could only imagine what Tripp was going to do to the three of us!

Then I heard, "And now, what you've all been waiting for!" The curtain parted. A bright spot light was trained on each of us. At first it was hard to see. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out the people. Most were men. Some were woman. "As you can see ladies and gents, Monica and Rachael are unique to our staff. They do not require any obstructive drug dispensing devices on their breasts. Yet ... they are still fully under your control!" He reached between us and lifted the gold chain up. Monica's breasts and nipples stretched upward. I felt a pain as my labia was pulled outward. We both stifled our cries of pain. "Let me introduce our special guest." Tripp removed the mask from the bound girls head. It was Phoebe! Her long blond hair fell out of the bag and flowed down her back. "Just two days ago, these three woman were the best of friends, leading independent lives. Tonight, they will really get to know each other!" With that, Tripp bent down and lifted my skirt. "Monica, please spread your legs for me." Petrified with fear, I moved my legs apart about 12 inches. My most private parts were on display for all to see. Carefully, Tripp removed the chain from my vagina. He stood up, and removed the other end from Monica's nipples. Then he picked up a scissors from the bed and handed them to me. "Rachael, if you will please remove Phoebe's dress." I hesitated ... He whispered under his breath, "If you wish, you can trade places with Phoebe." I took the scissors and approached Phoebe. "I'm so sorry", I whispered. Then I cut both of the shoulder straps. The cloth fell down to her waist. Starting from the bottom of the skirt, I cut upward until the dress fell way. She was spread and fully exposed.

"Now get on you're knees, and fuck her with your tongue!", he yelled. Slowly, I knelt down between her legs. I looked up at her face and she looked down at mine. Our eyes met, and she said softly, "do it." She smelled sweet, and I pushed my face into her pussy. I began to cry with shame as I kissed her tender skin. I let my tongue run along the outside of her labia. Then down the middle. She let out a low moan. I parted her lips, and tasted her juices. She was already very wet. Her hips pushed closer to me. Then I heard Tripp speak to Monica. Looking up, I saw her standing next to us with a whip in her hand. It was leather and had many tassels. "Go ahead Monica! And Rachael, keep up with your job." Once again I placed my mouth over her pussy. I let my tongue pass over her swollen clit and she moaned louder. Then she yelled out and we both jumped as the whip struck across her breasts. "Ahhhhhhhh." Swack! "Ahhhhhhhh!" Swack! "Stoooooop. Pleeeease Monicaaa, Stop!" Swack! Swack! ... SWISH! I felt a terrible stinging on my back. Tripp had his own whip. "Don't stop Rachael!" I went back to letting my tongue explore Pheobe's pussy. Monica continued to let her whip lash across Pheob's body. As I teased and sucked on her clit, she moaned, then yelled out as the whip landed. I began to notice that Monica was also moaning which each swing. Even my cunt was becoming wet. Oh, god, what was happening to us?

Tripp spoke to the audience, "The implants in Monica and Rachael should be reacting to their vaginal activity. The more aroused they become, the more drug is released." Phoebe was moaning and yelling louder. Pain and pleasure were raking havoc on her body. Tripp said, "Can I please have two volunteers from the audience? Fine, ... you sir, and you sir." Oh no, I thought. I didn't dare look up for fear of Tripp's whip. "If you will please disrobe, my assistants will watch your belongings." Two woman walked in from the side of the stage and took the clothing as the men got undressed. Both had huge erections. I tried to concentrate on Phoebe, the lesser of two evils. Then I saw one of the men take Monica by the hand and lead her onto the bed. She peeled off her dress, then got down on all fours, her head facing me and the audience. The man knelt behind her and picked up one of the vibrators. I watched in horror as he forced it into her tight anal passage. Her eyes closed tightly as she restrained from yelling out. When it was in up to it's base, he turned it on.

By now the second man was undressed. He came up from behind and lifted me to my feet. Turning me around to face him, he said "My ... you're a sweet looking little toy!" I wanted to spit in his face, but before I could, he pushed be backward. I fell onto the bed, along side Phoebe, and practically under Monica. Grabbing me by the waist, he pushed me further onto the bed until just my legs were hanging off and my face was under Monica's stomach! From this position, I was staring directly as Monica's breasts and pussy, and she at mine. He opened my legs wide, and attached a spreader bar to the ankle cuffs. Then I felt him between my legs. Holding his penis with one hand, he aimed it toward my helpless opening. I closed my eyes. I felt his tip push against my sore labia. Using his fingers, he grabbed the rings and pulled my lips wide open. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhnooooooooooo". Then he entered me. Now my eyes opened wide from the pain. "Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh!" He pumped his dick deep into me. At the same time, I saw the first man's penis slip into Monica's dripping cunt. Hers were screams of pleasure. The ORG-X was having its effect on her. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard Phoebe yelling out also. Tripp was fucking her!

I didn't want to orgasm. How could be aroused while being raped? But the man was good. He used his fingers to play with my clitoris and it responded! I moaned. Monica moaned. Phoebe moaned. Fuck, Tripp was winning. Look what he had done to us. Even without the drug, I was letting him use me like a whore! The sad part was, I was going to loose the battle. I felt the orgasm building. My eyes focused on Monica's beautiful breasts swaying above me. Her nipples were long and hard. She was calling out, "Yesss, harder, harrrrderrr. Oh god yesss, Ahhh, Ahhhhh, AhhhhhhhooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeAhAhAhAhAh." She came. So did the man raping her. His cum and her juices mixed together and dripped out of her pink opening. The man pulled out. Cum dripped down on my hair. The sensations in my cunt were now overwhelming. My mind became awash with the feeling of the large dick pumping in and out of me. How much longer could I hold out? Monica sat up. I looked up at her. "I need more!" she moaned. Picking up the scissors laying on the bed, she cut the straps of my dress. "Monica, please don't", I whispered. Pulling my dress down, she fully exposed my breasts. The man fucking me, took advantage of this and began to roll my nipples between his fingers. Monica pushed his hands off, swung around and straddled me, placing her legs on either side of my breasts. She picked up my loose hands and brought them up to cup her own breasts. I wanted to stop, but instead I started to fondle her. Then I felt her hands on my left breast. Holding it softly, she lowered her wet pussy onto my hard nipple. Moving her hips, she rubbed my nipple against her clit. Cum and sex juice dripped down my chest. She began to come again. Her vaginal muscles contracted and squeezed down on my rock hard nipple. The man fucking me started to pump his cum deeply into my hot wet pussy. I lost the battle. "Ohhhhhhh Jeeeesuuuuss Yeesssssssssss!" My orgasm was long and blinding. My whole body tensed and bucked. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. The rape was complete.

"Tripp, you're a genius. These woman are incredible!" said the man as he pulled out of me. Monica had rolled off and was in the process of bringing herself to another orgasm with one of the vibrators. Phoebe's head was drooped down. She must have passed out from the pain or pleasure. I wanted to close my legs, but the bar kept them spread open. The audience applauded. Some were standing. Not only had we all been sexually assaulted against our wills, but it had been a show for hundreds of people. I began to cry. Tripp noticed this and quickly turned to the club members. "Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Please remain seated and I will answer questions in a few moments." He bowed, and the curtain closed. The two volunteers were lead off stage to get dressed. Tripp spoke to me, "Rachael, I'm not pleased with your attitude or for that matter, your sexual response to the drug. I had intended to allow our members to bid on who shall have the first night with you two, but Monica will have to be the only prize for now. I'm going to send you back to your room for the night. Tomorrow, we shall run some extensive tests." He walked over to one of the female attendants and gave her some directions, and then he walked back to the bed and took Monica by the hand. He removed the vibrator from between her legs, fixed her dress, and led her through the curtain onto the front stage to address his followers. I continued to cry as I watched my friend walk away, her mind and body totally under the control of the sex drug.