By the time the last guests arrived, there were ten couples and each of them freely groped and squeezed and probed the bound girl. The son arrived shortly after the last couple did.
"Wow Dad!" Cliff exclaimed. "You weren't kidding!"
Heath chuckled. "I never kid about slavegirls."
"She's beautiful," said Cliff. "I still can't believe you bought her. That's so random!"
"Go ahead and enjoy her, son. She'll be available for entertainment after dinner. But you can give her a good feel or two for now."
Symphony didn't things could get any more embarrassing but somehow they did. Cliff was maybe nineteen or twenty and for some reason it was even more humiliating to her to have someone so young witnessing her nudity and bondage and feeling his hands exploring her naked flesh. He touched her everywhere he could reach, almost as if he was studying her body and memorizing every curve.
Shortly before dinner, the two maids helped Symphony down from the pedestal and led her to the dining room. There, they helped her onto the huge table and onto a circular platform in the center of the table. Once her wrists were fastened to the bands below her knees again, they flicked a switch and the platform started slowly rotating.
"Oh god!" thought Symphony. "I'm the centerpiece!"
For the next hour, she slowly turned and was watched by the twenty one diners. Occasionally, someone would stand and give a breast a squeeze or a bottom cheek a swat. There was much discussion around the table but nobody seemed to be looking at anyone as they spoke. It seemed like all eyes were on Symphony.
Coffee was served after the meal and Symphony was mortified when Heather offered her mothers milk to anyone who wanted their coffee lightened. She was released from the platform and was required to circulate around the table to any guest who wanted her milk. Everyone, it seemed, wanted her milk.
"I don't even like coffee," said one woman after Symphony had serviced a dozen guests. "But I love milk!" She leaned forward and sucked Symphony's right nipple into her mouth and started suckling. Her two hands wrapped around the full breast and palpated it as she looked up into the slavegirl's eyes, enjoying the various shades of pink and red as the girl blushed.
Cliff was her last stop. He waited for her, smiling, with his arms crossed over his chest. "I'm not much of a coffee drinker either," he announced. Then he captured the left nipple and started pulsing it in and out between his lips. He reached around her with one hand, grasping a bottom cheek as he moved his other hand between her thighs. He coaxed her legs apart and slipped two fingers into her sex, eliciting a gasp from the slave. He suckled for several minutes as he toyed with her clit and penetrated her sex with his fingers, moving her closer and closer to an orgasm. But he stopped before she climaxed, much to her relief. It would have been unthinkably embarrassing to climax in front of this audience.
"Now for the fun and games," announced Heather. Symphony did not know what was coming up but she knew it couldn't be good.
"Tonight," she continued, "we have a jousting tournament of sorts. This contest will reward good knights for speed and accuracy." She led all of her guests into another large room where all of the furniture had been pushed back against the wall, leaving a large open space in the middle of the floor.
She invited the men to remove their pants to free up their ‘lances.' Immediately, clothing started hitting the floor as the men realized that they might get a chance to fuck the beautiful slave. As if on cue, the two maids stepped forward. They attached Symphony's wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs, leaving her bent over with her bottom sticking out behind her lewdly. This does not look good, thought Symphony.
"You may not use your hands in this joust," announced Heather. "The goal of this game is to win the princess for the night. To win her, you need to score one hundred points. Whoever reaches one hundred first wins Princess Symphony until noon tomorrow." Symphony silently groaned at the news.
"You will earn twenty five points each time you sink your lance into the girl's ass. There are no extra points for remaining in there so I would recommend that you get in and get out. Too much stimulation and you might not be able to finish the competition."
Heather continued. "The target is the ass. Pussy spearing will result in a forfeiture of fifty points."
"Girls, grease her up," Heather instructed. "We're almost ready to begin."
"Wait," called out one of the males. "How does this work? The geometry of the angles won't work." He pointed to his cock to illustrate his point. The cock was rock hard and long but pointed up at about a forty five degree angle. It was clear that he would never be able to impale the girl's bottom without the use of his hands to lower the cock and guide it.
"That's where your pages come in, knights." Then she smiled. "Ladies, you will be pages for your husbands, the knights. You are allowed the use of your hands and it will be up to you to guide the lances home."
Several of the women gasped at what they were expected to do. Several others giggled. The wife of the man with the angled cock stepped beside him and wrapped her fingers around the pole. "Don't worry, good sir. I will guide your lance to its intended target."
"Thank you milady," he replied and then kissed her.
Symphony was in a state of shock. She couldn't believe her ears. She was about to be fucked in the ass by ten men who were being helped in the rape by their wives. It was insane!
At the same time, waves of arousal were rushing through her body. She didn't know why but, for some reason, this complete dehumanizing of her was very exciting to her. She was nothing but a sex toy now to them. She existed only for their entertainment and pleasure. She was pure lust at that moment. Even the feel of the maids swabbing lubricant on and around her asshole was thrilling.
"I don't have a page," announced Cliff. "May I use my hands?"
"But you do have a page," replied Heather. "Your father is going to be the referee and scorekeeper. I'm your page."
"But Mom!!!" gasped Cliff. "I mean… you're my Mom!!! You can't do that!"
She was standing beside him by now and reached out, wrapping her fingers around his cock. "Sure I can. See?"
Cliff's face went beet red as his mother gripped his cock. She even stroked it a few times, causing his blush to deepen even further. "Nice lance," she commented, loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Girls, is she ready?" asked Heather.
"As ready as she'll ever be," replied one of the girls who had two fingers up Symphony's rectum and was turning them back and forth to coat her thoroughly inside.
"All slicked up and ready to go," added the other girl. She had the jar of lubricant in her hand and was walking from male to male, coating each throbbing cock with the lubricating gel.
Once the last cock had been prepared, Heather started the game. "Knights, you may begin your joust. May the swiftest, surest lance win."
The men moved forward with their pages by their sides and formed a tight circle around the girl. There was no place to run. And even if there was, she would not have been able to run being bound the way she was. She decided that a moving target would be harder to hit, though, so she started turning in a circle, changing direction occasionally.
Cocks pushed forward, glancing off of a hip or bottom cheek as they missed their marks. But Heather was not about to be outsmarted by the girl. She timed her move perfectly. She waited until the cute little pucker was approaching, aimed her son's cock at it, and then pushed his butt, propelling him forward. The cock found its mark and was quickly embedded halfway into the girl's bottom.