A Slave to the Theater
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The other began to finish dressing to be ready. Several of the male participants took Viagra to keep their dicks hard during the show. No one could tell how long each show would last. Steve let the fun play out either until the star collapsed with exhaustion or the audience became so frenzied that the fucking in the audience was more intense than the show.
Tonight, thinking of how to present his star, he thought the audience was going to love this! The Show
The lights dimmed. The semi-circular stage was faintly lit. The audience quietly took their seats.
John fidgeted with excitement. He was almost hard just thinking about the show. He glanced to his left and then his right and watched the movie screens on the walls. He imagined the pussies would be about eight foot tall on those screens. He smiled, thinking he"d love to just walk into one..bury himself in pussy.
A spotlight shone on the back of the stage and a man dressed in a long hooded cape stood in the glow. His head was bowed and he stood there for a few seconds, building up the excitement then he slowly walked to the front of the stage.
He raised his head.
"Welcome to the Bacchanal Club. You have paid handsomely for the entertainment tonight. We will not disappoint you. Tonight we will take a beautiful young princess into the depths of lust and debauchery. Her demeanor will determine if the journey is painful or pleasurable. At the end of the evening she will either love the act of fucking or she will hate it. Either way, your pleasure is our main concern. We have large screen monitors on the side walls for close up viewing. And as you know, after midnight, audience participation with the players on the stage is encouraged. Condoms can be found in the side pockets of your seats.
If anyone is offended by the violent use of women, please leave now. Otherwise, your most debase fantasies are about to come true."
The lights brightened a little and four nubile women wearing see through gauze draped just to the top of their thighs entered and stood on either side of the man in the hood.
"I am the Master." He said forcefully. "My commands will be carried out throughout the evening. When I wish to be pleasured, my commands will be met." He raised his arms and his robe opened revealing a tanned well-muscled body. He wore nothing but a tan leather cloth. He lowered his arms and pushed the robe behind him.
"Stroke me!" he commanded.
The four young women approached him. Two lifted the cloth covering his cock while the other two reached out and began to stroke him. Their small delicate hands held him lightly as they synchronized the stroking. One girl let go of the cloth and began to fondle his balls. His cock hardened and grew.
"Enough!" The girls stopped instantly and went back to their original position.
"Ladies and gentleman, let the show begin."
The Master moved to the side of the stage and the spotlight again illuminated the back of the stage. Curtains drew aside and two tall blonde men entered and held the curtains open. Six men, all dressed in small white gauze togas entered bearing a young woman asleep on a chaise. Her reddish blonde hair was fanned out behind her head and her eyes were closed. A camera above the stage zoomed in on her face. The crowd watched the monitors as they viewed her delicate features. She appeared to be sleeping soundly, her long lashes resting on her blushing cheeks.
The camera panned down her body revealing that she was dressed in a diaphanous gauze toga. Her nipples could be seen plainly, as could the dark hollow of her belly button. Her legs, tightly together were long and slim, her toes painted a delicate rose color.
The men set the lounge on the floor close to the edge of the stage. Two of the men, their cocks standing straight up and hard, each took one of her ankles, then looked to the Master for direction.
The Master walked over to the lounge and looked at the girl lying there. He moved to the end of the stage, his back to the audience and then waved one hand. The young men holding the girls ankles drew her legs back so her knees were pressed against her breasts.
The audience strained to see the girls pubic area now that she was splayed open but the Master stood firmly in front, blocking their view. The monitors showed only the girls face.
Then the Master swung one of his legs over the girl, straddling her and facing he audience. The girls crack from pussy to ass was now on full display. The audience gasped as one. The monitors now showed a close up of the girls pussy and ass. It panned from the tip of her pussy to the ass cheeks resting on the chaise.
The Master placed his right hand on the mound at the top of her pussy. There was a thin line of hair on each pussy lip, obviously someone shaved her.
John, sitting in the front row, turned to the monitor for a better view. He watched as the Master"s middle finger slide into the girls cunt. He shoved it in and slowly drew it out. Even at this angle, the audience could see the Master"s finger covered in pussy juice. He used two fingers and pulled open the girls cunt lips exposing the pink labia and little clit. He brought his other hand down to the exposed pussy and using his thumbs, he opened the girls cunt as wide as it would go. The camera zoomed in to see the rosy pussy hole.
John squirmed in his seat. He was getting harder and harder.
The Masters finger began to probe and pull at the girl"s pussy. He flicked her clit until it peeked out of it"s sheath. He fingered her pussy hole, finger fucking it slowly, creating more pussy juice. His middle finger explored the pink puckered flesh of her anus. He rubbed it back and forth and then dipped his fingertip into the crinkled hole. He shoved his thumb into the girls cunt and fingered both holes forcefully. He removed his fingers and using the palms of his hands, he pulled the girl open. The pink pussy flesh glowed darker pink with the juices that now covered the labia and clit.
The Master moved off the girl and snapped his fingers. Three naked young women entered from the back of the stage. They were full breasted, tall Amazon-like women with long waist length black hair. Their pussy hair was black but neatly trimmed. Their pussy lips peeked out delicately. They came forward and pulled the girl from the chaise. One of the waved a smelling salts capsule in front of the girl"s nose and the girl"s head moved from side to side. She was beginning to wake up.
The Amazon women held the girl up. One on each arm, holding her by her elbow and one behind her, holding her by the waist. The girl"s head dropped forward, her hair hanging down, hiding her face.
The Master walked up to the girl and pushed her head back, sweeping he hair from her face. Her eyes flickered open. He gently tapped her face until her eyes stayed opened and focused on him. Slowly Alana"s eyes widened in fear as she saw the man in the hood for the first time. Automatically she struggled but the Amazon girls held her tightly. She looked wildly around suddenly seeing her surroundings. Again Alana twisted, trying to break the hold the tall women had on her, but she couldn"t get free.
"You"ll only make it worse for yourself." The Master cautioned. "Your skin will have bruises if you"re not careful. And I am the only one allowed to bruise you!" He reached out and pulled her nipple, twisting it cruelly then let it go. Alana cried out and he leaned in closer to her. He took her nipple in his fingers again and rubbed it seductively back and forth. The camera focused on it, as it grew hard and excited.
The Master laughed and stood back looking at her. Alana twisted again trying to get away.
"Stop it. There is no use! You are here for the evening. You are mine to play with, mine to use, mine to offer to anyone!"
Alana suddenly looked around seeing the eager, hungry faces of the audience. She blushed either in anger or embarrassment.
The Master reached out and broke one of the straps holding her dress up. It fell forward exposing one of her breasts. The nipple, the one he had tweaked was dark pink and stood out like a large pencil eraser. Alana gasped and tried to twist her body to the side so no one would see her exposed tit.
"Why so shy? We"ve seen much more of you than this." The Master said.
"Please don"t do this." She whispered softly.
"Princess, you can"t stop this from happening. Nothing you can do or say will stop it. You may even make it more exciting if you fight it. Pain is a pleasure to inflict."
"Let me go!" Alana twisted back and forth, her rounded tit jiggling teasingly.
The Master reached up and snapped the other strap causing the flimsy gown to fall to the girl"s waist. Both breasts stood out, soft mounds of inviting ivory flesh. One of the Amazon women cupped a breast gently. Alana twisted again.
"Stop it!" the Master snapped loudly. The girl looked at him with increasing fear. "Behave yourself and you won"t be hurt. Do as I say and the pain you feel will be as intensely pleasurable as the ecstasies I will inflict. You have passed the point to be shy, my dear. Look at that." The Master pointed to the large monitor on the wall.
They replayed the video of the girl being finger fucked. Each pink fold separated for the audience"s viewing pleasure. Alana bit her lip when she realized she had been so daringly exposed. She could hear the whispers of the audience and cringed that they had watched this man touch her to intimately. Silent tears streaked down her face. She sighed deeply realizing the futility of a fight but she would not let them see her pain. She sniffled back her tears and raised her head defiantly. She would not enjoy the terrible things this pervert did to her, Alana decided.
The Master smiled as he watched the play of emotions on her face. It would be a pleasure to break this girl"s spirit!
like you to meet Bob, Tony, Frank and the young fellow is Shawn". Each man
leaned forward to shake my wife's hand, before Jim lead them over to the huge
poker table.
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