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The Redemption Ball by linemstr@aol.com Part 3 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 taught by the downward pull of her arms, and were standing at full attention begging for torment. Her belly and ribs were equally taught 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 . 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 was 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. Continued in Part IV |
