Next the voice told her to release her feet and swing over backwards, so that now she hung by her twisted arms, facing her audience, and the same pair of hands rolled down the top of her shorts, pulling up into her crotch so that she knew she revealed the lower swell of her belly, the valleys between abdomen and thighs, and her golden cluster of curls, with her quim starkly outlined by the stretched silk. Behind her the inquisitive hands continued between the cheeks of her ass which, in any case, hung barely out above the band of blue silk. Meanwhile knotted loops must have been made in a pair of other ropes, for the hands bent her legs at the knee, one at a time, and inserted them into the loops so that she hung face down and spread-eagled. Her hair was unceremoniously gripped and her chin jerked up, and she was set to swinging, at first gently, then in longer arcs, swooping toward her inquisitors with her pendant breasts dropping pear-shaped down from her, her bare balls of butt thrust up into the air as she jack-knifed her body to perpetuate its diving through the air. She heard footsteps about her and now many hands let her swinging, unprotected body play under and over them, their touch so rough sometimes that she was forced to lift herself by her already straining arms in order not to have her titties bang painfully into some human obstruction. As she writhed and twisted for them, the taut muscles of her thighs worked on her so that her cunt felt open, and each new swing cut the blue silk more deeply into her, so that she knew she spanned it with her young and liquid lips.
After a while they tired of this amusement and, releasing her feet, let her gratefully stand up. Solicitous hands pulled down her tight white sweater over her heaving breasts, but then continued on down to tug at the sliver of shorts until they slid down her legs, where she was told to step out of them. She could feel the lower edge of the sweater band about her lower belly and just above the inward curves of her ass as they swept sweetly into her thighs, and shivered as she faced them, naked from knee to navel, pretty well. She was next led over to the wall-bars and reached behind her to the highest bar above her head. Her legs were parted and the heels of her boots hooked over the bottom bar, then she was told to 'walk' up the wall as far as she could. As her legs bent at the knees and, inch by inch, she moved her feet alternately up the poles, her body was thrust forward in a great arc, suspended by her arms in their tight covering of sweater, her breasts ovalled and flattened by the pulling strain, and her gold-fuzzed pussy pushed out to its greatest prominence. When her knees were bent at right-angles and she could climb no more, her ankles were seized and pulled still further apart, and then, as she hung defenseless, fingers began to rove her lower body, tickling her thighs, plucking at her labia, pulling them open so that pairs of fingers could be slid into her. She throbbed and quivered as biting kisses were delivered onto her exposed parts, and tongues and teeth were employed to titillate her clitoris. Her vagina was full of oozing moisture and, as someone's small fist was pistoned into her, wriggling its knuckles for purchase so that she silently struggled against the raking pain, the sounds of suction echoed in the place above the heavy breathing all about. With a great deal of expertise, they worked on her until she was just about ready to explode with desire, then desisted and let her stew before starting again.
Without preamble she was ordered down, turned around, and told to reverse her former position, so that now her unprotected ass was at their mercy, pushed out at them in all its rosy nakedness, and they again played with her, fingering her cunt as it bared its pink-lipped slit below her, moistening the tunnel into her tight brown asshole and plunging a finger into it till it met the tight first corner of the tunnel, sending startled and delighted shocks through her which they could not fail to notice.
And once she was sure that a hot-headed prick had been rubbed up against her, but it didn't enter, and she couldn't be sure.
By this time it wasn't the indignities being visited on her that gave her any thought, but the sheer aching pain on her arms and legs, so she was glad when the footsteps receded and her parts were relieved of their probing. Ordered to get down again, she walked with throbbing thighs and sore crotch to where the hand on her arm next led her. Standing, she wasn't sure where, the sweater was at last stripped from her to leave her solely in mask and boots. She soon found that she was not to be left alone to be merely stared at. Instead she was bent forward until, stretching, she could feel the cold leather of the box-horse, then hastening hands on her ass sent her forward until the crease of her thighs was shivered by contact with the leather. On instructions she laid herself along its length, on her face, cringing as the coolness of the material touched her belly and breasts. But not for long was she to be left on ice for, without warning, a stinging slap was delivered to her upthrust haunches, followed by an equally as scorching blow on her other cheek. Now they came like hot rain as, evidently, the whole crew took turns to buffet her bare and boldly offered backside. At first the slaps brought tears to her eyes under the mask, and she almost broke down and begged to be released… this seemed to be just so much sadism. But then, as the descending fingers, some flat, some cupped, continued to extend the territory they so fleetingly but tinglingly covered, their effect, she was surprised to find, was to stimulate her sexually, both by virtue of an ultimate relaxation of herself to whatever they would do to her, and to be spanked like a child was about the most humiliating thing she could imagine, and by the pressure of the leathered-edge of the horse against the fragile-seeming bones of her pelvis, which steadily built an increasing pressure in her groin until she felt she must either piss or perish of a lovely and lascivious lassitude.
From halfway above her knees to the small of her back she was a roseate, glowing mass of sensation, and when at last they finished and she was allowed to get up, she felt deliciously, feverishly bruised, and almost fell to her knees from the ache.
In a daze she let herself be led next, stumbling her oddly heavy-footed way across the planked and polished floor, to where they had creakingly lowered the walking bar. Fearfully she wondered if they expected her to get up there and walk it, blind and shaky-legged, but with a sigh of relief she understood that she had merely to hang from it by her arms and swing her way along it back and forth several times. Dimly she imagined what a sight she must make for their avid eyes, clad only in the mask and her shiny black white-fur-topped boots as her straining body bounced and bobbled her nude breasts and her twisting hips by turn excitingly covered and concealed the gape-lipped young pink juiciness of her cavorting quim. Again, as she finally hung there from bone-aching wrists, eager and predatory hands probed and pried at her, sliding into her ready cunt, ravaging her outraged rectum, lifting and squeezing her breasts as though she were fruit in the market, tormenting her tender ass with great pinches of tortured flesh between finger and thumb till she felt like a side of beef being appraised at a butcher's.