"Sorry, boys," Mandy replied. "She's too fuckin' hot – comes if you touch her, the horny little bitch. She's quarantined until tonight."
"Fuuucckk!" said the man, and they went on.
The whole of the day was like that for Gloria. She was made to eat breakfast in the dining room with one of the servants working at the other end of the room. All the time, Mandy and Alva were standing over her, watching her every move. They took her to the bathroom and made her take a shit without any privacy at all.
Then they made her suck them both off, reveling in Gloria's helpless moans of lust as she tried to bring herself off and couldn't. Mandy and Alva were experts at keeping her on the edge and never letting her go over. Occasionally they would twist the clamps on her nipples, just to get a scream and the begging from the helpless woman. But never did they let her come.
In the middle of the afternoon, when they had tired of all the games, they tied Gloria up again, this time to a hook in the basement wall, her arms high over her head and her legs spread as always by the bar holding them apart. There they left her for several hours and the tension in her body slowly became unbearable. The constant, rolling pain from her nipples spread all over her body and she hung there, moaning and writhing in agony.
When they came to get her, she was in tears and throbbing with terrible lust. There was a businesslike air about the two maids now. They took her down and hauled her off to the bathroom. There they made her take a shower and dried her, grinning at Gloria's screams as they pulled the clamps off her nipples.
"Now, we have to make you look your best," said Alva, and they made her dress in one of the most revealing costumes Gloria had ever seen.
It had a pair of red stockings that shone on her shapely thighs. Then there was an under-wired play set that just covered her tits and led to ruffles and laces down below her waist in folds of red and black. Finally there was a G-string panty and a pair of lacy gloves.
"I think they'll like that," said Mandy as she surveyed Gloria. "Get those shoes on and come with us!"
Gloria was in a seething haze of emotion. She was ashamed of how she had surrendered to the lust in this place. She was keyed up, her pussy flowing lust juices into the thin material of the G-string, and she wanted more, she wanted more pain and more of that dreadful sex. They had taken the bar from between her legs, and she could rub her thighs together now as she walked. That in turn urged the lust in her, and it rose, threatening to overflow and swamp her.
They led her back to the dining room, and Gloria gasped as she saw the party there. David had something like twenty guests sitting around in the final stages of a meal. David nodded, and all the servants left as Mandy and Alva pushed the moaning Gloria into the center of the room, where all the guests could see her.
Gloria stared down the length of the table. She could see the lust written in all their eyes, the men and the women. They were all between the ages of thirty and forty, she guessed, though a number of the women looked much younger than the men, and all the women were glamorous and sexy.
"Well, shit," said one of the men, "you sure know how to pick them, Dave, how do you do it?"
David laughed and got out of his chair. "Practice, practice, practice," he said easily and smiled at them as he walked up to where Gloria stood, her body shaking with terrible desire. "This is my newest slave. She hasn't really been trained properly yet, but she shows a lot of promise and I think you will all enjoy her. Show us your tits, little girl."
Gloria slowly raised her hands to the frilly neck of the play set. She could feel the concentration as ail of the guests stared. Her own body was trembling as she pulled slowly on the bow between her tits, easing it out as they watched. It came open, and Gloria spread the black and red lace and eased her tits out, feeling her sore nipples burst with desire as she cupped them.
"Hnnnmmm," said David. "Not bad. Now go and show some of the people what nice tits you have."
Trembling with helpless lust, Gloria slowly walked to the table. The whole group concentrated on her as her high-heels clicked on the floor and she caressed her heaving tits, gasping and moaning all the time.
"Don't you dare come, you little shit," David warned. "You come when I tell you, not before."
Gloria moaned and stood in front of the first man at the table. Beside him, the woman was running her hands into the opening of his pants and playing with his swollen cock. She grinned at Gloria and slid the zip at the front of her dress down slowly, almost to her waist. The man reached up and took Gloria's right nipple in his fingers and slowly twisted it.
"Shit," he said slowly, "this is one hell of a piece of ass." He brutally twisted Gloria's tit, sending her moaning and falling backwards. "Stay still you cunt!" he ordered and hauled Gloria back uptight by her nipple, ignoring her scream of pain. "You're right, David, she needs some more training."
"That's what I invited you here for," said David with a laugh, and Gloria moaned and almost burst into tears.
The man twisting her nipple pulled her forward by it and almost slung her behind his back and onto the next man. He looked her over casually and told her to spread her legs.
Trembling with lust and fear, Gloria slowly spread her long legs and stood inches from his face as he looked at her. Beside him, a girl grinned and slid her dress up her thighs and ran her hot fingers into the leg of her white panties and caressed her pussy, looking at Gloria all the time.
"Honey," said the woman throatily, "I'm gonna have such a good time with you!"
The man slowly slid his hand up the inside of Gloria's thigh. He kneaded the white, soft flesh, and Gloria moaned again and her body twitched in the rising desire.
"Stand still, shit," said the man sharply, and Gloria tried to stagger back upright.
"Slit," the man said. "You gotta learn, cunt face. You do as you're told, and that's all. Now stand there!"
Gloria gave another helpless moan as she saw him take a pair of spring-loaded clamps from his pocket, the kind that you find in offices to bind paper together. He held them up and pulled the jaws open, right in front of Gloria's staring eyes.
"Watch," he said softly and let the springs go. The jaws clicked together with terrifying force and Gloria gave a gasp and almost came with the knowledge of the pain she was going to get.
He leaned in and held the clamps open above the soft flesh of Gloria's inner thigh. She moaned and spread her legs, waiting, watching as the whole table was held spellbound.
Then he let one of the clamps go. It slammed shut into Gloria's upper thigh and she screamed and jerked as the pain shot into her body. Then he let the other one go into her other thigh, and the whole table gave a gasp of appreciation as Gloria screamed and clutched at her tits, her legs trembling with the agony.
The man lifted the clamp and moved it slightly upward, letting it snap shut on more of Gloria's helpless flesh. Then he pulled on them, stretching the red-streaked skin out from her thighs and letting it pull the clamps in again. Gloria screamed and heaved as he moved the clamps again, moving them always closer to her pussy lips. He pulled on them, stretching her flesh, moving the clamps, spreading the pain endlessly down her legs and up into her wet pussy.
"Could somebody help me?" the man asked as if asking for the time. "If somebody would hold this cunt's arms and pull her back, I can get these just where I want them."
Several of the men jumped up, but one of them was faster than the rest. He grabbed Gloria's arms and pulled her elbows behind her back. Then he pulled her whole body towards him until she was off balance, leaning on him, her tits thrust almost vertically upwards.
Gloria moaned as the man pulled on the clamps again and the red-hot agony flowed over her thighs, and the rising lust in her body couldn't be denied any more. She began to heave in the man's arms, her body pulsing as she moaned and gasped.