Survival - By Thunder
Chapter Five

So it went, week after week, stretching into months.  Vicky had her nightly performance and then each morning she was allowed to visit with Megan at breakfast.  The daily routine of being pampered, bathed, massaged, shaved and tongued to orgasm with Megan became quite routine.  Vicky had once thought that all the orgasms she was forced to achieve would leave her body unresponsive but just the opposite had occurred.  Vicky found herself reaching orgasm after orgasm with just the slightest stimulation. She could tell Megan looked forward to her morning ritual.  Megan was really getting quite vocal and seemed to get deeper and deeper into her own little world.

Mistress Kim kept things off balance for Vicky.  The nightly performance never repeated during the same week. The ordeal of being tossed to the crowd got to be unbearable.  The pawing and probing by the crazed men drove Vicky to violent fits of hatred toward Mistress Kim.  The latest twist the evil little bitch came up with horrified Vicky to even think about it.  After she was weak from her performance, she was forced to go into the crowd, on her own, no restraints.  Vicky had to get on top of each table, spread her legs and squat.  In this open and obscene position, the small groups of men at each table were given ample opportunity to explore her holes as she squatted there, cupping her breasts, offering them to the men for their abuse.

Vicky learned to tolerate this particular horror of the tables because the consequences of not cooperating were severe.  It became obvious as time went on, Mistress Kim had made the decision to leave Megan a virgin until her 18^th birthday.  Vicky was generally not threatened with Megan much any more.  The punishment for Vicky became more a focus on debasing her to new levels when she did not cooperate.   On the first time she was forced to do the table squat, she bolted and ran during the third table.  She didn't get far because the crowd closed in and the guards took her away. 

The next night, instead of performing on stage, she was bound with hands behind her, blindfolded, her chain attached to a bolt in the ceiling just outside the men's room.  Her legs were spread to almost doing the splits. This caused her to keep her balance by leaning back against the wall.  If she came away from the wall, the collar would choke her.  As the men would go in and out of the bathroom, they would take the opportunity to pinch, probe and torment Vicky.  Some men would tug her nipple rings and pull her away from the wall.  To keep from choking, she had to pull back causing further pressure.  If the bastard that had the rings let go in a sudden release, she would flop back against the wall causing her ample breast to shake and bounce.  This became a game for many of the men.  With each disgusting touch, Vicky built more and more hate for Mistress Kim.

As Mistress Kim's club became more and more popular with the "elite" of the high rollers of the region, she started holding private parties.  Vicky became a popular "toy" at these private gatherings.  The private parties were held just prior to the club opening for the evening so the honored guest could have dinner, relax and enjoy Mistress Kim's hospitality.  As the entertainment for these special gatherings, Vicky was forced into numerous activities that sapped her energy and made her evening performance even more arduous.  At one party she was tied spread eagle to the table, nude.  As the dinner was laid out for the guests, Vicky's body was used as the serving platter.  She had food piled on her, around her and in her.  The guests just picked and prodded Vicky as they ate the food from her body.  At another party she was chained under the massive dinning table, nude, with her hands tied behind her.  As the mood struck the guest, he would beckon for her mouth and she would service his penis while he ate.


As the horror of their captivity continued, Vicky grew intent on designing a way to kill Mistress Kim and escape.  Her mind was full of rage and hatred for the evil little bitch.  Even when in the moment of having orgasms ripped from her body, these thoughts never went far from her mind.  She had become an orgasm machine, able to let her body react to the stimulation with physical response but mentally block any pleasure that might have come from the experience. 

One evening, Vicky was led to the stage to find a new horror.  She had her hands tied and then hooked to the hoist cable.  The cable was raised until she was on her toes.  The curtain opened and Mistress Kim whipped up the crowd.  Then a platform was wheeled out to the center of the stage next to Vicky.  On the platform were two, naked, very dark skinned black men.  They were facing each other with their legs spread to shoulder width and their ankles tied to bolts in the center of the platform.  Their bodies were pulled back to supports at the ends of the platform.  They looked like the letter "V".  Their hands were tied to the bar they were leaning against so they could not lean forward.  Both men had a ring around the base of their penis and balls with wires leading to a control box.  Mistress Kim took the box and worked the controls.  Both men squirmed and moaned but each limp penis raised like a serpent.  The electric stimulation had both men hard in seconds.  Vicky just stood there with her mouth open in shock because she was looking at two of the largest cocks she had ever seen.  Not only about 14" in length but as big around as the pole she hated. 

Four naked women, just wearing heels, came out on stage and proceeded to lubricate the stiff cocks of the black men.  They slathered lube up and down the monster cocks until they glistened in the harsh light.  Vicky felt the hoist cable start to lift her until she was suspended by her wrists.  The platform was pushed under her until she was between the two men.  She was lowered to just above their cocks and the women lubed and probed her holes in preparation to what Vicky knew was coming next. 

Chains were attached to Vicky's ankles and then to the platform.  In the suspended position she was in, with her legs so spread, she had no choice but to be lowered on the waiting cocks.  As the hoist slowly lowered, the women guided the cocks up Vicky.  Vicky tried her best to relax and accept such large cocks up her in a double penetration.  Although Vicky was somewhat used to the pole, she had never had anything this large up her ass let alone something this large in both holes.  She squirmed and kicked and fought but in the end, she was impaled. 

With both cocks filling her beyond belief, the hoist started to lower further until Vicky knew she would be killed.  Then it raised her and then lowered her in a slow rhythm.  As the hoist would lower her, the chains at her ankles would force her into a squat which opened her holes to the cocks.  She could do nothing but hang there and squirm on these massive cocks. 

As the hoist started to raise and lower more rapidly, Mistress Kim started to work the controls of the electric box.  Vicky could feel the instant response of the men as they squirmed and their cocks jumped and twitched inside her.  The men were wincing and squirming, bucking their hips in an attempt to rid their cock and balls of the torture devices attached to them.  As Mistress Kim worked the controls to higher and lower frequency, the frenzy became more and more intense.  The motion of the hoist raising and lowering and the men bucking and squirming, Vicky knew she would be fucked to death. 

Vicky's eyes flew open at the new sensation of hot cum squirting inside her and then the man up her ass let fly with his own load.  There was so much filling up her insides she thought she had a fire hose up her.  Mistress Kim was murder on the controls and kept working the men until their bodies jerked and jumped out of control.

Mistress Kim turned off the controls and the hoist stopped moving and the three bodies just froze in relief.  The two men slumped against their restraints and Vicky just hung there with her legs stretched apart with the two cocks still in her.  She hung there and hung there and nothing happened.  Then, as the men were allowed to let their cocks go limp, first one and then the other just fell out of Vicky's stretched holes.  As the cock fell out of her pussy, the man's load gushed out like a torrent, flooding the platform.  The same happened with the cock up her ass.  The platform and the men below were covered in their own juices running down their legs.  Vicky's ankles were let loose and she was hoisted up again.  The platform moved and she was lowered to just above the floor.  In the hanging position, two naked women came out to tongue her holes clean.  The other four women went to work on the black men and tongued their bodies clean as well.

When Vicky was "clean".  She was hoisted up and then lowered on the damn pole.  Slowly Mistress Kim worked the controls to bring Vicky to a body shaking orgasm for the crowd.  The third and fourth orgasm produced the squirting stream of "ejaculate" as the crowd roared.

As Vicky was about to loose consciousness, the pole stopped and the performance was over for the evening.  As she lay in her bed, chained to the wall, she was afraid to examine her burning ass hole for fear she would find it ripped and bleeding.  The next morning she discovered she was OK and the burning had stopped.

As she was led to breakfast, she did notice she was having difficulty walking with her legs closed.  She wondered how often she would have to go through that ordeal.

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