From: linemstr@aol.com (LineMstr)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The redemption ball, Part II (bdsm, cons, M/f)
The dancing continued on for about an hour.  Chrissy was manhandled in
every possible way by both men and women, except no one entered her pussy

or ass with sex organs.  Fingers and tongues, however, were plentiful.  She
was kept constantly on the brink of climax, but never allowed to actually
reach the pinnacle.  Then, the music abruptly stopped.

   "Ladies and gentlemen!  I believe Chrissy has received enough pleasure
for the evening.  I suggest we move on to her punishment," she heard
Iberson say.  Everyone clapped, and Chrissy was removed to an adjoining
room.  Everyone followed.

   The central point in the new room was a small stage, about two feet high
and only large enough to accommodate a strange looking set of devices. 
There was a sort of small bench arranged like a cross, with the center
section rather wide and short compared to the cross piece.  About three
feet out from the center section stood two poles about three feet apart. 
The bench was supported by a single post in the center, and a post at
either end of the crosspiece.  The bench support post seemed to have some
adjustment device at its base which would allow it to be moved closer or
further away from the poles by about a foot either way.  Another device
allowed the supporting posts to be raised or lowered, and the center post
also could be tilted front to back.  The cross was well padded and covered
with a cloth material.  The poles were padded as well, covered in similar
material.  There was a short piece above the center section as well.  It
seemed to be attached to the cross piece by a hinge device allowing it to
be raised or lowered.  There was one strap on the headpiece and numerous
straps on the cross piece.  A strange wire-looking device was attached by a
swivel hinge to either side of the headpiece.

   The arrangement, viewed from above, looked much like this:

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   O O

   Resigned to her fate, Chrissy allowed herself to be led to the device.
She was held fast by two male members, and her handcuffs were removed.  She
was placed on her back on the padded bench, arms stretched wide apart on
the cross piece.  She found that the center section came down only to just
below her shoulder blades, leaving her ass and lower back unsupported.  She
had to bend her knees and plant her feet firmly on the floor in order to
relieve the pressure on her lower back.  Chrissy's arms were strapped at
numerous points to the cross piece, but the most ominous fixation was that
her wrists were encircled with cuffs and bound tightly to the ends of the
crosspiece with a padlock.  She could not move her arms at all. 
Consequently, she could not twist her body side to side much, either.  A
single strap was placed across her forehead to keep her head fixed as well.
Next, Chrissy's legs were parted and strapped to the opposing upright posts
at the knee and ankle.

   Some adjustments were now in order.  The bench was lowered a bit to make
Chrissy's body slightly lower than her knees.  Then a crank was turned to
cause Chrissy's body to be raised slightly with respect to her arms.  The
entire bench was tilted slightly so that Chrissy's head was slightly lower
than her ass.  This increased the pressure on her back, causing her to have
to keep her ass raised slightly, but not as much as she could manage, at
all times.

   There was no part of Chrissy that was not now on full display to the
assembly.  Although she could not look down, Chrissy was fully aware of the
spectacle she presented!  She knew her pussy was gaping and dripping by
now. She could feel the stimulation of the cool room air on her protruding
clit!  Her asshole was no better hidden!  Her tits were taut by the
downward pull of her arms, and were standing at full attention begging for
torment.  Her belly and ribs were equally taut and available.  Even the
insides of her thighs and her asshole were available and visible for the
whims of the members.  Chrissy had never felt so humiliated and
vulnerable--or terrified of what was about to happen!

   "Now, Chrissy, we are going to remove your gag and blindfold.  We want
to be able to hear you scream.  The anticipation of what is to come as you
see it will add to the effect," she heard Iberson say.  As promised, her
gag and blindfold were removed.

   Finally, Chrissy's head was angled backward, causing her to look at the
wall behind her.  However, she was not allowed complete freedom of her
mouth.  The wire-looking device was brought up from either side of the
headpiece and adjusted so that it held a bite block firmly fixed between
Chrissy's teeth on either side well back between her molars.  The effect
was that Chrissy could open her mouth, but when she tried to close it, her
teeth would go no further than about an inch apart.  Her lips and tongue
were unobstructed.  Swallowing was difficult, and Chrissy began to drool
slightly.

   Iberson continued, "Now, ladies and gentlemen.  The Master of the
Punishment Ceremonies for the evening.  When Chrissy began to be a rather
difficult star, she not only brought herself down, she also brought down
another promising and rising young star.  This young man got the blame for
many of the ridiculous demands of Miss Melrose, and, subsequently, suffered
the consequences of her demands which were not of his making.  Therefore, I
suggest that he is the perfect Master of Punishment Ceremonies, and I would
also suggest that he be restored to the good graces of the Hollywood
establishment.  I give you Ms.  Iberson's former husband, Ted Richardson!"

   If Chrissy had felt humiliation before, it just doubled!  This was going
too far!  She had been married to Ted, it was true.  But she just used him
as a pawn in her career.  He was attractive and kind, too kind.  And he was
a good lover, the few times she allowed him to make love to her.  But her
mind was on other things then, and he was useful--for only a short time. 
But she suddenly realized that that was just the point.  It was get even
time--and payback was hell.  This was the plan!!  Besides, she had little
choice but to endure the ignomy of the situation.

   "Good evening, Chrissy," she heard Richardson say to her.  From the
corner of her eye, she could see that Ted was nude except for a black
leather loin pouch.  He was obviously prepared for future events of the
evening!  "We are going to start with your giving a little pleasure and
receiving a lot of torment.  First, we need a volunteer from the audience.
Ah, yes, come right up sir." No names were mentioned, and Chrissy had no
idea who had volunteered.  "Please, sir, step to the head of the table. 
Thank you.  Now, Chrissy, I remember how you refused to give head.  Now is
your chance to make amends.  You will suck off our volunteer.  In the
meantime, I will tickle you unmercifully.  When you get our friend to come
in your mouth, your torment will stop.  You see, I also remember how
ticklish you are, and how much you hated being tickled!"

   Chrissy squirmed with renewed vigor.  She couldn't stand being tickled!
It drove her crazy.  Now she would not only be tickled while being bound in
such a completely vulnerable position, she would also have to concentrate
on making a complete stranger (she supposed) come in her mouth in order to
stop the torment!

   No time was wasted!  She soon felt a large cock slide into her mouth. 
She nearly gagged on it as it slid well past her teeth to the back of her
tongue.  Then it began to slide in and out slowly.  She instinctively tried
to close her teeth, but found she could not.  So she began to stimulate it
with her tongue and lips as best she could.  She heard a slight moan of
response from the stranger.  Then it started!!

   Fingers began tracing a dancing line from the insides of her arms into
her armpits.  They lingered there awhile, tapping lightly, and slowly moved
down the sides of her breasts.  Chrissy was going mad, but could barely
move.  Her ass was the only thing she could move at all, and it was dancing
in the air as wildly as the fingers on her tits.  She couldn't help but put
on the show which everyone wanted to see.  The fingers danced on the sides
of her tits, moving up and down to her armpits, back and forth.  Then they
abruptly moved to her ribs and danced there, flitting up to the armpits,
back across the tits, across the ribs, and back again.  Chrissy was trying
to scream, struggle, and move, but could do none of the above.  There was
simply no way for her to express her torment, except to translate it into
stimulating the cock filling her mouth!  And this she did with complete
abandon!!  The maddening fingers moved to her belly, stroking up and down,
across the swollen pussy lips, carefully avoiding the protruding clit, and
down the insides of her thighs to the front of her knees.  They kneaded the
front of her thighs, driving her to complete distraction, and then back up
slowly to her armpits again.  There was no mercy, as promised.  Chrissy was
beyond caring about anything at this point, except escaping from the
dancing torment!  She sucked, licked, twirled, and used every resource
available to her to make the cock spill its contents.  Finally, she began
to hear the unmistakable sounds of impending climax as the stranger shoved
his cock into her mouth to its hilt.  She soon tasted the pungent fluid as
the cock pounded in and out wildly!  And then it was gone, and the dancing
fingers stopped driving Chrissy mad.

   "Very nice, Chrissy," said Richardson.  "Everyone especially enjoyed how
nicely you moved your ass and displayed your cunt!  We only regret that you
couldn't move enough to jiggle your tits more for us!" Chrissy could only
endure the humiliation in silence.  "Now on to your next punishment."

   Chrissy felt the head piece being raised to the level position,
relieving some of the pressure on her neck.  The bite blocks remained in
place, but were moved forward somewhat to allow her bite to close more, but
not completely.  She could swallow much easier now.  She still tasted the
salty sperm in her mouth.

   "Your next punishment will be a true combination of pleasure and pain.
If you raise your hips to the maximum, you will feel a buzzing vibrator
pressing directly on your clit.  You will be required to mash your clit
against the vibrator until you climax.  Remember, Chrissy, I know when it
is real with you.  I didn't see it often, but it is a combination of sight
and sound that any male would remember for a very long time, indeed!  To
encourage you to climax as soon as possible, I will be whipping your tits.
I will whip them with a double-stranded quirt, short, but very effective.
You may scream if you wish.  Everyone here would enjoy hearing you
immensely."

   Ted Richardson stood just above Chrissy's head.  "It's too bad that I
can't see the show from between your legs.  I'll just have to leave that
choice spot to all the others, I guess." Chrissy knew all too well how she
looked from between her legs, especially having to lift her hips with her
legs spread as widely as they were.  Absolutely nothing was left to
anyone's imagination.

   She saw the blur of an arm, and felt the sting of the whip against the
side of her left tit!  Before the swell of pain fully hit her, she felt a
similar sting across the side of the right one!  Then the full swell of
pain hit, and Chrissy screamed!  Chrissy began to realize that the fewer
the strands of leather on the quirt, the more force each one would carry!

   She decided she should comply with the requirements of her punishment,
and immediately raised her hips to mash the vibrator against her clit.  IT
FELT SOOOOO GOOD, and she felt so ashamed to be enjoying it in such a
public spectacle.  The blows hit again, this time across the nipples of
each breast, and then on the sides again.  The blows were criss-crossing in
rapid succession, almost unendingly.  The crescendo of pain was almost
continuous now, unrelenting.

   "AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!  OOOOHHHH---NNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!  NOT
THEREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!  NOT ON MY TIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!  PLEEAAASSEE!! 
NOOOOOOOOOO!  OH GOD!  PLEASE STOP!!  NOOOOO!!  I CAN'T STAND
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAEEEEEE!!!

   Chrissy kept the vibrator mashed tightly against her clit, but the fire
in her tits kept her from a climax as rapidly as usual.  But the desire was
building.  She could feel her nipples standing out at full attention, as if
to beg for the sting of the quirt.  She could feel her full tits jiggle
with each blow, even pulled taut against her chest as they were!  And the
pain.  Chrissy's screams were almost as constant as the pain in her tits
and the building fire in her loins.

   It took Chrissy a full ten minutes to finally hit climax.  By that time,
her tits were a mass of red streaks, and felt as if she had been rolling in
a nest of jellyfish.

   Ted Richardson remembered full well how Chrissy climaxed.  She
stiffened, then her eyes rolled back.  She made little grunting sounds at
first, and then began a slow, long, guttural moan which rapidly progressed
into a long low scream, unlike those she had made from the pain of the tit
whipping.  As she began to grunt, she began to relax from the initial
stiffening, and began to shudder all over.  After the guttural screaming,
she renewed the short grunting sounds, until she quieted, and completely
relaxed.  Then it would be over.

   As she began the initial stiffening and grunting sounds, Ted stopped
whipping her tits, allowing her to concentrate fully on the sensations of
the vibrator against her clit.  She did not make any effort to lower her
hips.  She wanted this climax more than anything right now, and didn't care
any longer who watched, or how she acted.  She went through the full act
that Ted remembered--right down to the scream and then the complete
relaxation.  Chrissy felt exhausted, but released.  The vibrator was
released, even thought Chrissy reflexely continued to raise and lower her
hips in an attempt to renew the sensations in her pussy.  Her display was
the height of wantonness.

   "Very entertaining, Chrissy," Richardson continued.  "Now on to the next
punishment.  The last time I didn't have the pleasure of watching you from
between your legs.  This time I will have that pleasure.  You will raise
your hips and present your pussy to me for whipping.  You may lower your
pussy only briefly after each blow.  If you lower it more than five
seconds, this will happen."

   Chrissy felt a drop of liquid ooze between her lips onto her tongue. 
Then a new fire erupted!  TABASCO SAUCE!!  Her mouth felt on fire!  It
lasted a few seconds, and began to ease.  It was certainly an inducement to
present her pussy for punishment.  It would be a close call to decide which
was worse.  But, either way, her pussy would be punished.  She quickly
figured that there was no sense in causing her mouth to be punished also.

   As she sensed Ted Richardson moving down for a full view between her
legs, she slowly raised her hips to present her pussy for its punishment.
She raised her head as much as she could in an attempt to see the blows. 
Watching her closely, Richardson held the quirt high in his right hand. 
Chrissy saw that it was the same double-stranded quirt.  SHE FEARED HER
PUSSY WAS ABOUT TO BE CUT TO RIBBONS!!  As Richardson held the quirt high,
well within Chrissy's view, her struggles mounted to their fiercest
intensity so far, and very audible pleadings escaped from her blocked-open
lips, and her head, despite its binding, was able to move slightly, but
vigorously, from side to side.  Instinctively, she lowered her hips in
anticipation of Richardson's lowering of the quirt, and another squirt of
tabasco sauce hit her tongue.

   Chrissy screamed, because just as the intensity of the tabasco was
mounting in her mouth, Richardson struck the first blow on her left labia
with the quirt, the tip lapping up to strike her lower abdomen! 
Remembering to raise her hips, Chrissy moaned loudly as she, without real
choice, again presented her pussy for its next blow.  It came without
warning against her right labia!  Just as the pain of the blow was at
maximum, the next one hit her left buttock, then the right.  To do this,
Richardson had to strike a glancing blow with just the tip of the quirts
against the buttocks.  It hurt like HELL!  The next ones struck the insides
of her thighs about halfway to the knee, first one side, then the other. 
She felt the stings of the quirt slowly begin to work their way down her
thighs toward her pussy again.  As the stinging blows approached her pussy,
she began to grunt and groan loudly through her bite block, and began to
swing her hips up and down wildly.  Then the tabasco hit again!!  AND
AGAIN!!  AND AGAIN!!  Both of Chrissy's mouths were on fire!!  Then she
felt the worst pain she had felt so far directly against her puckered
asshole.  She knew the next one would be AAAHHHHGGGGHHH!  right in her
slit! She could not bear the next-- NNNOOOOOOAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH. 
Chrissy screamed constantly as the next slashing cut hit her squarely on
the swollen clit!!!  Then Richardson started over again!

   Chrissy's pussy punishment lasted about fifteen minutes, but it seemed
like an eternity to her!  The crowd applauded several times at her
gyrations and pain, and the expertise with which Richardson played her with
the quirt!  She reacted like a fine instrument being played by a concert
master.  She was past humiliation and repentance.  She was on fire, and
could not escape!!

   Then, without warning, it ended.  The bite block was removed and her
head was freed, but Chrissy was otherwise to remain fixed as she was for
the present.

   "And now, Chrissy, for the finale!" she heard Richardson say with glee.
He was talking to her, but addressing the audience.  Then he turned to her
and looked her squarely in the eyes, still maintaining his position between
her legs.  "You fucked me over royally, now it's my turn.  For your final
humiliation, I'm going to fuck you royally now.  I've done it before, but
never with quite this much satisfaction.  Moreover, you are going to beg me
to do it, aren't you, Chrissy, or would you rather provide a repeat
performance of the prior evening's entertainment for our members and
guests? WELL, CHRISSY!!??"

   Chrissy was in constant pain, and had never suffered such depths of
humiliation and degradation.  AND, she had never been so aroused and in
need of release in her life!!  She looked Richardson straight in the eyes
and pleaded, "Please, Ted, fuck me!"

   "What, Chrissy, I don't think anyone heard you."

   "PLEASE TED, PLEASE FUCK ME!"

   "WHAT, YOU MEAN RIGHT HERE?  RIGHT NOW?  IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?!"

   "DAMMIT, TED.  FUCK ME!"

   "SLAVES DON'T TALK TO THEIR MASTERS LIKE THAT!  ESPECIALLY NOT YOU,
CHRISSY!!"

   With that, Chrissy received six swift, hard blows to her pussy and tits
in rapid succession.  She screamed, and continued to plead.

   "I'm sorry, Master.  Please fuck me here and now in front of everyone."

   "Will you agree to be my slave until I decide otherwise?"

   "Oh, YES, MASTER!  Please FUCK ME!"

   Richardson removed his pouch and laid it on Chrissy's belly.

   She could see his massive hard cock spring loose as the pouch was
removed.  She remembered how it felt, but she was just too occupied with
other goals back then to care.  Now she was eager to feel it again.  He
nudged her clit and played with her.  Her head fell back, and her eyes
closed as the exposed, super-sensitive nubbin's nerve endings came alive
again!  Then he entered her suddenly, swiftly, and to the hilt!!  Chrissy
gasped, and Richardson began pounding in and out of Chrissy's cunt without
mercy.  His pubic bone slammed against Chrissy's sensitive clit again and
again.  The sting of the lashed skin of her pussy intensified the clitoral
sensations and the feel of the massively swollen rod within her shaft. 
Chrissy soon exploded in climax, and another, and another before Richardson
finally spent his load deeply within her sheath.  He stayed in, and stayed
hard for long while, continuing to cause Chrissy to quiver in her bonds,
suffering several mini-orgasms.

   Gradually, Richardson withdrew, to the applause and cheers of the
assembled members and guests.  Chrissy's final humiliation was to have
everyone watch the dribble of Richardson's spent load escaping from her
swollen pussy.  She was released, taken to the original bedroom, and
cleaned up by Janie.  She was allowed to put on the dress in which she
came. Iberson and Richardson entered the room.

   "Well, Chrissy, the members have voted to give you another chance, with
two conditions."

   Chrissy hung her head low.  She was grateful for the chance, but waited
with some fear to hear the conditions.

   "First, you will live with and become Ted Richardson's slave in real
life.  Second, you will star in any movie I decide for the next ten years.
For this you will be handsomely paid.  Your attorney and I will work out
the details.  The first movie will be the Beauty Series I mentioned
earlier. The script will be available at my office tomorrow.  Needless to
say, your fans will have a completely new perspective on your talents after
the movie is released.

   Chrissy knew she was hooked--on working--and on the role she would be
playing in real life from now on.