Susan cast her eyes down. "I-I don't know if I enjoyed the pain or it was just the heat of the moment that I got caught up in, Master. I think it will take more time before I can give you an honest answer."
Mr. Rowdy smiled as he patted Susan's bare thigh." Well, we'll find out a little more next Friday night. You're scheduled to go on first and I've ordered Ken and Doug to put you to a real test."
"Oh," Susan said.
Mr. Rowdy stood up and pushed the stool back under the desk.
"I think I'll be in the audience Friday night just to see your performance," he said as he went to the door.
As the days passed, Susan thought about the upcoming show and wondered what Mr. Rowdy had meant by having Ken and Doug put her to a real test.
Finally Friday came and Susan felt the nervousness running through her body. She tried to read but couldn't keep her mind on it. She found herself pacing her little room, biding the time until finally, at last they came.
The door opened and Ken and Doug stood there in their black leather outfits.
"Come on, cunt," Ken said.
"But I'm not dressed, Master."
"I said come on," Ken said, starting toward Susan. With one hand he grabbed her arm and swung her stumbling barefooted onto the gravel outside her little hut.
Roughly she was shoved forward in front of them toward the back door of the corrugated building. They didn't take her to the little waiting room, but went straight up the stairs and stood at the stage door entrance. She could hear the murmuring and mutterings coining from the audience of men as they waited for the night's first act.
Suddenly Doug grabbed a leather harness and began putting it on Susan. The harness consisted mainly of two inch-wide straps that crossed her shoulders, ran down across her tits and through her crotch, with one strap to each side of her cunt-lips, up through the crack of her ass where they separated and buckled just behind her shoulders. A third strap crossed her back from one shoulder strap to the other just below her neck. This strap was wider and had a ring mounted right in the center of it.
Next her arms were pulled behind her back and metal cuffs were snapped around her wrists. Ken then took a piece of rope and knotted one end around her arm just above her right elbow. The rope then went around her left arm just above her elbow. Susan grunted as her elbows were then pulled together in the middle of her back. She felt the strain on her shoulders and back muscles as they tightened. The pain dug all the way around to her upper chest muscles, but the position in which they had put her arms had thrust her full rounded tits forward making them seem even larger than they were.
Then Ken opened the door and gave Susan a shove. As she fell forward, struggling to keep her balance, the audience became quiet. She knew they were staring at the way the straps cut up harshly into her crotch, pushing her cunt lips out.
Susan looked toward the center of the stage and saw a strange-looking contraption that reminded her of an old butter churn. The central difference was the long black dildo mounted on the handle protruding from the center of the contraption. Just above the churn-like device dangled a rope with a hook in the end of it. The rope ran straight up to a pulley and back down to the crank at the rear of the stage.
Ken pushed her forward until she was standing directly behind the odd-looking machine. The black dildo was waist-high in front of her. Doug was behind her and reaching up for the hook as Ken moved to the rear of the stage and turned the crank, lowering the hook.
Susan beard the hook slip into the ring mounted in the strap right behind her neck and then the sound of the rope pulling through the pulley and the click of the crank. As the rope tightened, she felt her body being lifted. Her feet left the floor as the straps running through her crotch dug painfully into her body.
Once her cunt was high enough, Doug moved her suspended body directly over the black dildo. It aimed at her pussy now, and she felt her body being lowered until the very tip of the black dildo was pressing against her pussy-lips.
Suddenly her body stopped as Doug took a tube of Vaseline out of his pocket. He squeezed a large glob of it directly in the center of her pooched-out cunt lips and smeared the grease around. She could see him then put a glob of the lubricant on the black dildo and smear it all over the ugly looking device.
"Okay," he said to Ken, and as she held her cunt-lips apart, she felt her body slowly start to lower. She felt the black dildo cock-head push her cunt-lips apart as it fucked into her body.
Lower and lower she went, feeling the massive black dildo fuck deeper and deeper into her body, filling her cunt completely before the lowering of her body finally stopped.
Ken moved back to the front of the stage. "Gentlemen, have you ever wondered how many times a female can climax? Well, we can't speak for all females, but we can certainly get a pretty good idea with this one. The machine you see between this slut's legs is such that it will automatically fuck her, and Doug has a control box that can speed it up at will. Also, the arm of the machine can be made to rotate as much as one whole foot in diameter. Now, while Doug is operating the Fuck Machine, I will be using the cat on the lovely creature, urging her climaxes on. Also, as you can see, we have a number board up here."
Ken pointed to a board of plywood that had been wheeled onto the stage to Susan's right.
"The numbers from one to one hundred are there for you to place bets on, and they indicate he amount of times our little slave might climax. So at this point gentlemen, Doug will be taking bets. Put your money on whatever number you think will be the winning number of climaxes before the slave passes out."
Chairs moved and men edged to the stairs leading up onto the stage, and forming a line to place their bets.
"Oh, by the way, gentlemen," Ken said. "The winner gets to take our little slave home next weekend, and if we have more than one winner, there will be a draw of cards with the high card winning the girl."
The betting took about fifteen minutes, and soon the men were all back in their seats waiting and hoping that their number selection would be the winning one.
"Now gentlemen, we begin." Ken smiled and nodded at Doug.
Susan heard a hum start up below her and the dildo, already fully within her body, began easing slowly back out. She felt the stiff rubbery material slide along her cunt walls until only the very tip of the cock-head was still separating her cunt-lips. She felt the fluttering in her stomach and she felt her heart pounding a little faster knowing that it would be beating even faster within the next few minutes.
She hadn't seen Ken move around behind her with the cat, but she heard it swish through the air.
"Aaaaaaaargh!" she groaned as her body jerked, the nine knotted leather thongs slamming into her back. The jerk of her body rammed her pussy forward on the black dildo, bringing additional pain shooting up through her cunt.
Again her body lurched and she screamed as the whip dug into her back. The dildo was fully extended into her body and dug cruelly against the walls of her pussy. The dildo eased back out as the leather thongs slashed across her back once again. Susan screamed in agony as she lurched forward, jamming her clit against the tip of the black dildo and sending a second wave of shock into her body.
"Oooooh! God, nooooooo!" she cried out as the dildo fucked back up into her body.
Doug had turned the dial up on the remote control box just as Ken swung the thongs against the soft flesh of her ass. Her body jolted forward and the dildo tore at the walls of her cunt. It moved up and down faster now, and it seemed like every second time it fucked up into her the lash was biting somewhere against her skin, leaving its stripes and welts.
All of a sudden the black dildo started going around in circles. Not only was it driving up and down, but also it made wide, sweeping arcs, grinding the cock-head against her pussy walls as it rotated.