For three more days the torture went on. The women would come into the room, make Lena open her legs and then work her to a fever pitch before leaving her hanging and making her suck them off. By the fourth day, Lena was pacing the room, glancing at the holes in the ceiling as she tried to control herself. She was absolutely mad with lust and she knew that was exactly the way they wanted her.
Then early in the evening of the fourth day, Fiona and Nancy returned, but Lena knew it was different this time. They carried some clothes, which Fiona tossed on the bed.
"Okay, slut," she said, "time to get ready."
Lena was taken into the bathroom and bathed, powdered, and sprayed with perfume. Then they made her up so that her already high cheekbones were brought out more prominently and her wide eyes looked even more innocent and beguiling. Then they painted her soft, wide lips a deep red and when Lena looked at herself in the mirror she realized she actually was beautiful. She stared at her reflection, her face a mixture of fear and the most unrestrained lust.
They took her back into the bedroom and dressed her. First came white stockings, suspender belt and panties. Then there was a tight white bodice that thrust her tits high without covering them and pinched her waist while flowing over her ass in frilly lace and spreading around her pussy. Then came a lacy white dress. It was cut low on Lena's tits and reached almost to her knees, and again it was tight, showing every curve of her luscious body. Then there was a wide white hat, and white veil and high-heeled white shoes to match.
Lena looked at herself in the mirror. Her face concealed by the veil, she looked like the most innocent of brides, and she shook with terrible anticipation.
"Right, slut," said Nancy. "Now you get a chance to show them how well we trained you. Don't fuck up or you're dead meat, honey."
In a daze Lena let them lead her out of the room.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lena had no idea how far they had led her. She had to feel her way down steps and through a hall piled with crates in the semi-darkness. Then there was a door and she could hear the soft murmur of voices beyond a screen.
"Wash your hands," Nancy ordered and Lena was surprised to find dust on them, presumably from the crates. Fiona brushed her dress down as she rinsed the dust off, and then Fiona gave her a lacy pair of white gloves that came to her elbows. In the darkness Lena trembled as they led her to a curtain in the heavy screen.
Then soft music started and Lena's whole body shook with the knowledge that something was about to happen. Her pent-up lust rose.
"Get on," snapped Nancy, shoving Lena through the curtain.
Leila blinked. The lights were high and, twenty or so feet in front of her they dropped off to blackness. As she appeared, a deep hush fell and Lena could feel eyes taking her in. She stood motionless, wondering what to do.
"Come forward, little girl," said silky, soft woman's voice, and Lena was sure she had heard it before but she couldn't place it.
She shuffled forward uncertainly until the voice told her to stop. She stood a couple of feet from the edge of the spotlights and she could just see the reflected light falling on faces out in the darkness. There were about fifty people she thought. Her heart started pounding painfully as she realized she was the center of attention, the actress for all to see. Her chest swelled and the lust in her body surged.
"Well, what do you think of our new bride?" asked the silky voice. The audience gave a murmur of appreciation.
Lena's eyes were getting adjusted and she could now see that there were men sitting at the tables. At the feet of each man was a girl. Most of the girls were running their hands over the men's stiff cockrods, but a few were gently sucking. The men ignored them and stared at Lena.
"I think you should show your friends what a wonderful pair of legs you've got," said the voice. "My friends like to see a girl's legs, right to the top."
Lena gasped, even the touch of her own fingers on her thighs almost enough to make her come. Slowly the dress slid up her thighs, over her stocking tops and up to her panties. She didn't have to be told to take it higher, she kept on lifting until the audience could see the soft down of her pussyhair through her almost transparent panties.
"Now, walk closer. Show them properly," said the voice.
Lena walked almost to the rim of the lights and spread her legs, rubbing her hands wantonly down the curve in her lower stomach, almost to the top of her panties as she gave the men a show. She heard the low reaction and saw the half shadowed watchers shifting in their chairs and forcing the sucking girls deeper onto their cocks as they watched.
Then Lena walked slowly across the stage, her dress held up in her white gloved hands, her hips swaying. She moaned softly as she turned and walked back, swaying her ass, showing them all what she had to offer.
"You slut!" the voice suddenly snapped.
Lena stopped in mid-stride and her lust surged to fever pitch as she knew, with a desperate longing, what was coming next.
"Showing yourself off to anyone who happens to be there," the voice went on scornfully. "You're just a whore, aren't you?"
Lena gasped and her hands played desperately down her body. But she didn't dare touch her pussy.
"I said, you're just a fucking shameless little whore, aren't you?" the voice shouted and suddenly Lena knew it. It was Zenor.
"Y-yes, yes, yes!" Lena screamed suddenly.
"Then you should be punished, shouldn't you?" Zenor said.
"Yes, oh yes, oh yes!" Lena wailed and her body shook as he grabbed at her dress and almost pulled it off.
Without warning Zenor appeared on Lena's right. She was dressed all in tight black leather top that was cut away to show her tits, a short tight skirt, black stockings and high boots, and a black cap. In her hand she carried a long, leather whip.
Rod came onstage to her left. He wore a white shirt with black pants, cut tight to show the enormous bulge of his cock. Effortlessly he carried a leather-covered bench with extending steel legs.
Lena knew what she had to do and she dissolved in a seething, liquid lust that made her unaware of almost everything that was happening.
Dimly she heard Zenor order her to open the neck of her dress to show her tits. With trembling hands Lena pulled at the bow and the dress neck eased away and she spread it until the tight bodice was open, her tits exposed for all to see. She saw a man in the front row groan as his cum shot into the mouth of the girl sucking him. He heaved and she licked at him, as Lena saw Rod put the bench down.
Slowly Rod walked over to her and turned her to the audience. He eased the veil back from her hat to show the men the full beauty of her face. Lena's chest heaved as she heard their moans of appreciation and watched another man shoot cum, the girl taking it over her face and then leaning down to suck him once more while he watched.
Rod took her hat off and Lena felt so helpless she rocked and started to come. There was nothing she could do. She was a slave and the men were going to watch her being whipped and then probably fuck her anyway they wanted. She bit her lip as the lust choked her.
"Bend over," said Zenor.
Lena slowly bent at the waist and leaned down over the bench. It was set at the right height. Her body draped over it, her legs stretched and forced straight in the high-heeled shoes. Her body was shaking as she felt Rod take her legs and spread them until he could lash her ankles to the legs of the horse. Then he came round and did the same to her wrists. Her body was bent deeply and her ass rose high before the watchers, only just covered by her virginal, white dress.
Then Rod cranked the bench higher and Lena groaned with uncontrollable lust as the padded leather pushed into her waist, lifting her ass even higher until her arms and her legs were stretched to the utmost. She heard more gasps from the watching men.