Symphony let out a shriek as she was skewered by the shaft. It was not all that painful but it was a surprise. And it was completely humiliating.
"Twenty five points," called out Heath. Cliff had scored the first points of the match.
"God, she's tight," moaned Cliff as he withdrew his cock from the beautiful, vulnerable ass. He would have preferred to stay embedded in there but knew that he would have shot his load quickly if he did. And then he would most surely be out of the competition.
The men scrambled to score their first points and Symphony felt cocks poking her from all angles. They bounced off her hips and butt. Several were so slow that they poked her sides and arms. One even banged her head.
"Twenty five points," cried out Heath. One of the guests had successfully lodged his cock into the slave's bottom, eliciting another shriek of surprise.
"Twenty five points," he called out again. No sooner had the one male departed her rectum than a second man's wife guided her husband to the forbidden little rosebud. He easily sliced his cock into her.
"Twenty five points."
"Twenty five points."
"Twenty five points."
Symphony twirled as best she could. She dodged and moved but there was no direction that was safe. Time and again, she felt cocks impaling her bottom. She had no idea who they belonged to or who was winning. She just knew that she was the sex toy they were playing with.
"Twenty five points."
"Loss of fifty points. Wrong hole, Ronnie boy." Symphony gasped as she felt the cock slice into her sex and was amazed at how easily it slid in. The maids had not lubricated her there. That meant that her arousal must have lubricated her. It was pretty embarrassing to be so aroused at something as degrading as this.
"Twenty five points."
"Twenty five points."
This went on for almost an hour. Symphony's ass had been assaulted and impaled over twenty times. In the end, it was Cliff who won. Heather had been the most effective page and had made sure that her son's cock was guided home each time the beautiful ass turned in his direction.
"Winner!" pronounced Heath. "It seems that my son is quite good with his lance."
"Either that or he had a good page," interjected Heather. She still had her hand wrapped around her son's cock as it remained half embedded in the slave's bowels. She reached down with her other hand and cupped his balls, squeezing them.
"Would you like to cum in her ass?" she asked.
"Mom!!!" scolded Cliff. "You shouldn't be asking me things like that. And you shouldn't be holding me. None of this should be happening."
"Oh, loosen up. And stop whining," admonished Heather. She released the balls and gave Cliff a hard swat on his naked bottom. He yelped and lurched forward which sank his cock fully into Symphony's body.
"Oooommmmphhhhh!" gurgled Symphony as the cock plunged deeply.
"I'm ready to go there now," Heath told Heather after the guests had left and Cliff had taken Symphony up to his room.
"Me too," replied Heather. "She has to be ours permanently. I'll work on it."
Chapter 7
The week ended and Symphony was thrilled throughout the entire experience. It was painful at times. It was humiliating often. But it was the change that she needed. She felt alive again.
At the end of the Saturday night party, Cliff had claimed his prize. He chose to stay in his parents' home for the night rather than take her back to the dorm. While he would have loved to show off the beautiful blonde slavegirl to his friends, he decided to enjoy her alone instead. He did not want to share his prize.
He had amazing stamina and recuperative powers. Each fuck lasted an hour or so and, within thirty minutes of climaxing, he would be ready to go again. He was also incredibly creative. She was bound in ways that she never even imagined as he fucked her. And every available orifice was utilized. They did finally drift off to sleep at about five AM but by seven he was pounding his cock into her ass again. He kept up the sex until his time expired at noon.
"How was your slavegirl?" asked Heather when he finally led the bound and bedraggled Symphony downstairs to the kitchen where Heather was having a cup of coffee.
"She's a keeper," he replied. "I have added her to my Christmas list for this year. You could wrap her and place her under the tree for me."
Heather smiled. "Yes, she's definitely a keeper. You might just find her under the tree on Christmas morning. Do you want breakfast or have you already filled yourself on her milk?"
"Oh, I want breakfast. I'm starved. I drank her milk last night and it was delicious but I conked out soon after. So I've laid off of it this morning."
"What would you like?" asked Heather.
"Just a bowl of cereal; with Symphony's milk. Do we have a pump or something we can attach to her?"
Heather laughed. "No, I'm afraid we don't have a breast pump. But we have the two girls from last night still. I could have them milk the girl."
For the next twenty minutes, Symphony knelt on all fours on the table as the two milkmaids coaxed her milk out of her into the two bowls placed beneath her breasts. Again, she was humiliated beyond belief as she was treated like a human cow.
They chatted between themselves as their fingers squeezed and slid over the supple flesh. As she listened to their banter, Symphony realized that they had been part of the entertainment too. They talked about the various partygoers and compared notes on the sizes of cocks and the demands of the mistresses.
The rest of the week was also thrilling. But Tuesday finally arrived. She was collected by the same two males and delivered to the No Escape headquarters. Erika and Tracy spent an hour with her, interviewing her, before they gave her clothes and returned her to her home.
"What did you like best about it?" asked Tracy.
"The helplessness, I suppose. I didn't have to worry about making any decisions since there was nothing I could do or change."
"What did you like least about it?" asked Erika.
"The helplessness, I suppose. It was terrifying to have no say in what you did or what was done to you."
They did not ask about the actual activities that Symphony had experienced. They were more interested in how she felt about the experience during the week and now that it was over.
"Did you feel safe?" asked Tracy.
"Yes and no," replied Symphony. "I felt somewhat threatened and vulnerable the whole week. My fate was in their hands and I had no control. But they did not seem like cruel people. It's not like they harmed me. And it's not like I worried that they would actually kidnap me or something. And Erika's visits did a lot to make me safe."
"I enjoyed the visits too," smiled Erika. Symphony giggled. Tracy raised her eyebrows, wondering what the giggling was all about.
"One last question," said Tracy. "Would you consider doing it again? And why or why not?"
"Oh yes," gushed Symphony. "I want to do it as often as I can. I have already figured out how I can do it again next month. It can only be for a long weekend next time but I just have to do it again soon. It was the most thrilling week of my life!"
A month went by and the day for Symphony's collection arrived. The males arrived early this time and once again forced their way into her house. A hand was clamped over her mouth and another arm wrapped around her body, holding her in place. The second male bound her ankles and then bound her wrists behind her back. A ball was stuffed into her mouth and straps were buckled behind her head to hold it in place. She did not struggle. She knew the routine and it didn't make any sense at all for her to hurt the men or hurt herself. Besides, it was thrilling enough without any struggling. She could feel the adrenalin coursing through her veins and could feel her pussy getting damp with arousal.