I saw Bobby and spoke to him. "Jesus Bobby that looks terrible! She will be sore for a week. How could she volunteer for that."
"She didn't have a choice. We have these things about every six months. You better hope you stay lucky and just have to serve drinks."
I shuddered at the thought but I knew deep down that I would do it if I drew that option.
The next concession involved gambling. Two girls were straddling two by fours with thumb tacks glued to the top. One girl had a red tag with a safety pin through her nipple to hold it. The other girl had a green tag. The people bought either red tickets or green tickets depending on which girls could stay on her toes longest to avoid the tacks. To give them extra incentive the loser would get one lash for each ticket sold on the winner. Whoever had the most tickets on the winner would win the girl. When everyone who wanted them bought tickets (several men bought tickets on both girls so they could not lose altogether) they had the girls get up on their toes then lifted the two by fours so the tacks were just grazing their pussies.
Since people were too fascinated by the spectacle to want a drink I experimented with standing on my toes. I found that my legs would begin to cramp in a few moments and it was hard to keep my balance. The girls had the same problem and would have to step forward or back to catch their balance which would scrape their pussies on the tacks. Their face would grimace with pain at each stumble. As time went on they would let their heels go to the floor to relieve the strain on their muscles then quickly raise themselves back up as the tacks sunk into their skin.It wasn't over till one of the girls let herself go flat-footed with all the tacks buried in her pussy trying not to move as tears fell from her eyes. They dropped the two by fours down and helped them off then the loser was tied to the ceiling beam by her arms for her flogging. I thought Bobby was very kind as he gave the first person in line a light thong whip like mine. It could have been worse. She must have taken over a hundred lashes. A bad whip would have caused a lot of damage. It actually got worse for her later. Julia's master had won her and I heard him tell her to eat Julia's pussy while he whipped her ass with that nasty switch till Julia came. Her poor butt was bleeding in several places when Julia finally went into orgasm.
For the next event they had a girl tied to the wall with a clear plastic shield covering her face and throat. They had pinned tiny balloons just big enough to cover her nipples and the clitoris area of her pussy. They had gobs of small darts made with dowels with barbs at the points to hold them in the skin. The object was to first pop the balloons at the nipples and when they had popped they could shoot at her pussy. Whoever popped the balloon at her clitoris won her for the night. They had tightened rope around the base of her tits to force them into round balls. They weren't very good dart throwers. Her breasts looked like full pin cushions before they finally hit the balloons and the darts were sticking into her nipples. The pussy area was even worse there were darts all over her lower stomach, her thighs, and lined up on the lips till one man finally got lucky and hit the center of the balloon at her pussy. This must have really hurt because she let out an ear splitting scream. All the dart throwers began pulling out the darts till just the ones stuck in her nipples and pussy were left. The people who had made those hits had the honor of removing them. I thought they were really mean to pull them out very slowly as the skin puckered out.
The last event was really wild. They led in a girl with very large tits and tied her to the ground with her hands above her head and her feet tied just below her butt and about three feet apart. Then two boys held her knees apart while my school principal forced two deep sea fish hooks in each of her pussy lips and two more through her nipples. While she laid there sobbing with the six hooks pulling up slightly on her nipples and pussy Bobby explained the procedure. He held up a douche syringe as he explained,
"This contains about a pound of water. Behind the hole in the wall is a plastic garbage can. The fish line you see attached to her run up to pulleys and to the can. Her goal is to sell one hundred of these syringes to you. If you get all the water in these syringes into the hole there will be about a hundred pounds pulling up on the hooks. The event will end when she has taken all the syringes, one or more of the hooks is ripped out of the skin, or she screams. If she screams she will absorb as many lashes with this riding quirt as the unsold syringes. You can only buy one syringe at a time to allow all of you to participate."
I watched enthralled and with growing excitement as the hooks slowly tightened with each syringe and the lips of her pussy stretched and her breasts were lifted by them. When her breasts had formed cone shapes it must have become too much and she strained to raise up her body. This didn't help since the can just dropped down to continue the pressure and then she was committed because she did not want to add to the pressure by letting her body back to the floor. Just as I was staring at her stretched pussy expecting one of the hooks to tear out at any second she screamed!
They let her hang there while they counted the remaining syringes. Her screams finally change to sobs as her body relaxed and her torso was held in the air by the hooks.
She had missed her goal by thirty. Bobby handed the quirt to the man that was holding a syringe when she screamed. I expected them to cut her loose and hang her up for the whipping. I was shocked to see the man go over to the other side of her to avoid obstructing our view and began whipping her poor stretched tits, pussy, and stomach. He was not hitting her very hard but at first she made it worse by flinching from the lashes which caused the can to jump up and down and stretch her skin alarmingly.
I found myself pulling on my nipples and pussy until I went into orgasm.
I thought it was all over at that point but it wasn't. Bobby had all of us serving girls come up to him and he proceeded to auction us off to the high bidder. I was really proud when my principal got me at seven hundred and fifty dollars as I knew he couldn't really afford this on his salary. It turned out he only had to pay a fraction of that because he rented me out to others. My mouth, pussy, or ass seemed to be full the rest of the night. Since there was no foreplay or pain involved I didn't get to cum at all. Finally five AM rolled around. Bobby announced the event was over and began moving people out the door. Bobby and I fell into bed exhausted. We slept until early afternoon. I got up and made coffee then woke him by gently licking his cock and balls until it became hard and I knew he was awake.
"Jesus! Didn't you get enough last night? You must have fucked about twenty people."
"At least! But none of them got me off. I need you, Bobby."