"Now get over there and lie down on in the tub!" Doug yelled.
"Yes, Master," Susan said, and moved over to the tub. She stepped over the two-foot high side and sat down.
She listened as Ken looked out at the audience and asked them if anyone had to take a piss. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she knew exactly what was coming.
Almost every man in the audience raised his hand.
"Each of you should get in hue near the stairs," Ken said, and almost as one the men in the audience stood up and headed for the stairs at the left side of the stage.
"Okay, gentlemen, step this way!" The man at the head of the line came up the stairs, followed by everyone behind him. There were five chairs placed around the plastic tub, and five men from the audience climbed up on them. Each man unzipped his pants and took his cock out, aiming at Susan's naked body.
"You will keep your arms behind you, and your head raised, Susan. You are not to close your mouth at any time," Ken said.
"Please, Master, don't let them piss on me! Please."
"It's this or the whip, now which would you prefer?"
"This, Master."
"Then beg them to begin pissing on you. Beg them to piss in your mouth, on your tits, on your cunt."
Susan looked around at the five men waiting eagerly to let their piss flow. "Please, gentlemen, please piss on me! I want your piss in my face, in my mouth, on my tits, and I want to feel your piss splashing against my cunt!"
Susan saw the cock in front of her drip and then let loose with a steady stream of the yellow liquid. The stream splashed against one nipple, and then she felt four more streams splattering over every part of her body. It was splashing into her cunt, on her tits, and a stream even found its way into her mouth. She gurgled as the piss streamed into her mouth and slid down her throat. She swallowed the foul-tasting liquid. She felt the stinking piss spilling out over her lips when she couldn't swallow fast enough.
As one man emptied his bladder he was replaced by a second, a third, a fourth, as the pissing went on and on. It seemed like it was an unending stream of piss bathing her entire body. Soon she was sitting in almost six inches of the yellow waste, and the smell was awful.
Piss dripped out of her hair and onto her face, squirted at her eyes and shot up her nose. There was no part of her body that wasn't coated by the streams gushing over her naked body. She sputtered and spit and swallowed as stream after stream slapped at her face and shot into her mouth.
To Susan, it seemed an eternity before the last man spilled his last drop of piss and shook his prick, getting the last drops to splatter against her soaked body before he tucked his cock back inside his pants and stepped off the chair.
"Okay, cunt, get out of there," Doug shouted.
Susan stood up, grabbing hold of the sides of the plastic tub.
"Get back there in the shower!" Doug said, pointing to a stainless steel booth far back in the corner of the stage.
She walked back to the booth and stepped in. Suddenly a stinging spray of cold water hit her. Doug handed her a small bar of soap.
She was allowed just enough time to soap herself, rinse, and run the water through her hair before Doug, holding a large bath towel, ordered her out. She stepped out and was briskly rubbed dry. Then he tossed the towel down beside the shower stall and led Susan back to the front of the stage.
"It's now that time you've all been waiting for, gentlemen," Doug said, and looking to the side of the stage, he made a motion for someone to come out.
Ken led a tall redhead out onto the stage. Susan looked at the girl and could tell by the look in her eyes that she was another slave. The girl had large tits, a narrow waist, and long lovely legs. She was naked.
"There are the two you will bid on for three days of pleasure in the privacy of your own home. You have seen both girls in action and only the girl receiving the highest bid will actually be rented out. The other girl – well, I'm sure we'll find something for her as punishment for not being a winner."
Susan and the red-headed girl stood side by side as the bidding for their services began. At first the redhead was bringing a higher price in the bidding, but within minutes bidding got higher and higher for Susan, and it wasn't long before the word sold rang out.
Susan had brought three thousand dollars. She couldn't believe that any one would pay that much to just rent a girl for three days.
The redhead was led off stage while Ken brought the leather strap outfit over and began putting it back on Susan.
"Arrrrrrggggggh!" she groaned as the strap running up through the crack of her ass was tugged down hard through the back buckle. The crotch-piece cut up into her swollen pussy-lips.
Suddenly Susan was lifted up on her toes by a fierce tug on the strap. Pain stabbed at her crotch like needles of fire.
Last came a dog leash snapped to her collar. The man rose from his chair, a big smile on his face, and moved up on the stage to accept the leash.
"Come on, cunt, you're mine for the next three days, and I just know Lucy is going to love you!" He gave a sharp tug on the leash, jerking Susan toward him, and they went back to the man's chair in the audience.
Susan sat on his lap and was constantly fondled while another girl Susan hadn't seen before was being lifted from the floor of the stage, her hands bound above her by a rope.
Susan watched the scene unfolding up on the stage with fascination. She had been through awful pain. She had been humiliated and disgraced, and now for the first time she was seeing it done to another girl. There was something about seeing a female body hanging there helplessly stretched taut by her own weight, waiting to be punished for the enjoyment of others, that gave a tug at Susan's stomach.
Susan caught a glimpse of the stage door on the left opening, and a huge man with a hairy chest strolled onto the stage. In his hand he carried a coiled black whip. He moved to within six feet of the naked girl and let the end of the whip fall to the floor, then he looked out over the audience.
"Gentlemen, our slave Betty has decided that today she wants the whip," he said, and looked at the girl. "Isn't that right, Betty?"
The naked, suspended girl raised her head and looked at the big man.
"Yes, Master," she said loudly.
Susan gasped as fingers pinched her puffy cunt-lips and pulled on them. The pain ran up into her loins, but her eyes remained fixed on the suspended girl.
"And just how many do you think you should have, Betty?" the big man asked.
"Twenty-five, Master," the girl said.
"And just where should those twenty-five be?" the man asked.
"Ten on my ass, Master. Ten on my back, and five on my tits, Master."
"And if I give you the twenty-five where you say, what will you do for the men in the audience?"
"You may choose as many as you wish, Master, and I will be obliged to let them use my cunt, asshole, or mouth in any way they desire."
"Does that meet with your approval?" he asked, looking out at the audience.
Applause and shouts of approval roared all around Susan as the man on stage flipped the long whip back and with a sudden forward motion of his arm and a flick of his wrist snapped it toward the suspended girl.
Susan heard a scream of agony erupt as the end of the whip hit the girl's back. As the whip pulled away, Susan saw a deep red stripe crossing from shoulder to shoulder on the girl's back. The girl's body jerked and swayed as the whip flew forward again, bringing a second shout of agony as it snapped loudly across her back.
Ten times the long black whip cracked across the girl's upper body and ten times across the cheeks of the girl's ass, each time bringing a scream of pain tearing from the girl's throat.