Susan moved around the table. Picking up the matches lying in front of him, she pulled one free and struck it, holding the flame to the end of his cigarette. "There you are, Master."
Ralph reached up, grabbed hold of the center of her bra and pulled her down until her face was in front of his as he inhaled on his cigarette. She coughed as he blew a steady stream of smoke into her face.
"Thank you," he said, and released her.
"Over here now, sweetheart," Linda said. Susan moved to Linda's side. "Take your right shoe off," Linda said. Susan bent down and unbuckled the strap to remove the high-heeled shoe.
"Now put your foot right here." Linda pointed to a spot just in front of her chair.
Susan stood flat-footed, watching Linda lift her left heel and place it down on her toes. The weight or the heel pressed down harder and harder.
"Ahhhhh!" Susan cried as the heel dug into her foot.
"Oh, does that hurt?" Linda asked in mock surprise.
"Y-yes, Mistress!"
"Then let's see how this feels!" The men all watched Susan's face. Linda stood up and twisted her heel down on Susan's foot.
"Oooooh, noooooo!" Susan cried in agony. The spike heel felt like it was going to drive clear through her foot.
Linda removed her heel from Susan's foot and sat back down as though nothing had happened, telling Susan to put her shoe back on.
Susan's eyes were bleary from the awful pain running through her foot as she bent down and slipped the shoe back on and buckled it.
"Now go get me a napkin," Linda said.
"Yes, Mistress," she said, and limped painfully to the bar to get a napkin. "Here you are, Mistress."
Susan stood there almost unnoticed as the poker game continued until several hands had been played. The drinks were sipped at until they were almost empty before Susan was told to refresh them. She limped back to the bar, and when she returned, Mr. Arnold looked up at her, a sly smirk on his face.
"You could have been a little faster with these drinks."
"Yeah," Bob said.
Andy looked up. "Maybe she needs something to make her think about being a little quicker."
"I agree," Ralph said.
Mr. Arnold rose from his chair and walked across the den to a small cabinet. When he returned, he was holding a pair of alligator clips with two pound weights shaped like teardrops jewel dangle from them." Maybe these will perk you up."
Susan watched the clips open and saw the teeth which were about to bite into her nipples. Mr. Arnold moved one of the opened clips to her right nipple and let the jaws close over it.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Susan groaned as the teeth dug into her nipple, crushing the hardened nubbin of tit-meat. "Noooooo – uuuunnngh!"
She screamed again as her left nipple felt the terrifying teeth cut into it. The pain felt like needles had been jammed right into the centers of her nipples.
"Now bend over and shake those tits!" Linda shouted.
"Yes, Mistress!"
Susan bent forward at the waist. She shook her tits back and forth, grunting painfully as the weights tugged her nipples back and forth for several seconds before she was ordered td straighten up.
"My purse is on the coffee table. Get it," Linda said.
"Yes, Mistress." Susan limped as fast as she could, feeling the darts of pain roar through her nipples as the weights jerked her tits back and forth.
Linda opened the purse and pulled out a carrot. She handed the carrot to Susan. "Fuck your cunt with this while we play a few more hands of poker."
Susan took the carrot and moved the small end down to her pussy as she spread her legs. All six people watched her fuck the end of the carrot between her cunt-lips and up into her pussy.
They went back to their card game as Susan stood there fucking the carrot in and out of her cunt. The feeling wasn't at all unpleasant, but she knew that if she let herself start enjoying it and have a climax before they were ready she would be in big trouble.
Twice she was ordered to light cigarettes as she continued fucking the carrot at her pussy-hole, and a couple of times she was ordered to refill their drinks.
Now, as she stood silently between Bob and Ralph, Mr. Arnold spoke up. "Okay, folks, it is time to see who gets our lovely playmate first. This will be the last hand of the evening and the winner gets the girl first."
They all agreed as the cards were dealt out. The draw was made and bets went around the table until it was time to show their hands.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Looks like you're first, Linda," Mr. Arnold said as they all scooted away from the table and moved over to the sofa and chairs near the fireplace.
"And I know just what I want," Linda said. "Get over here, cunt, and lie down on your back on the coffee table."
Susan moved over to the coffee table and waited as the men cleared the ashtrays away. Once the table was clear, Susan lay down as she had been told.
Linda knelt over her and unclasped the alligator clips.
"Aaaarrrgh!" Susan groaned as blood flowed back into her nipples. Tiny teeth marks had cut into her nipples and now they seeped tiny dots of blood.
"You think this hurts, cunt? By the time I'm through with these nipples of yours, you won't be able to touch 'em for a month without them hurting!"
Linda moved to the end of the coffee table. "Okay, which of you gentlemen will balance me? I need two of you."
Ralph and Andy both agreed to help Linda with her balance and moved to each side of the coffee table.
Linda looked down at Susan. "Now, slut-face, I'm going to lift my foot over your chest and I want you to guide my heel down on top of your right nipple."
The foot raised above Susan's chest and the shoe was grabbed by both of her hands. Lifting her head so she could see the heel, she guided it down to her already aching nipple until the heel was dead center on top of it.
"Now, gentlemen, your hands please," Linda said, and took Ralph's and Andy's hands.
"Nooyeeeeeggh!" Susan shrieked as the spiked heel pressed down on her right nipple. "Armgggh! Ocooch noooooo!"
Linda looked down and placed her left heel directly above Susan's left nipple. The spiked heel pressed down on top of the nipple, bringing more shrieks of pain from the girl.
Then the worst came as Linda, with the help of Ralph and Andy balancing her, began bouncing up and down while twisting her heels on the trapped nipples.
"Aaagggh! Oh God, nooooooo! Oh please, no! No! No! I can't – unnngh – take it!"
The pain stabbed furiously into her tits and chest as her nipples were twisted back and forth beneath the spiked heels.
Shriek after shriek tore from Susan's throat and Linda did her best to make the screams louder. Then the right foot lifted up from the battered and now-bloody right nipple.
Without a thought to the girl lying beneath her, Linda took tiny steps down the length of Susan's body until her heels were both pressing deeply into her cunt mound. More screams of agony erupted as Linda bounced several times in one spot, then moved her heels over a half an inch or so to repeat the bouncing and twisting.
For ten minutes Linda jabbed and twisted her heels into Susan's cunt mound. Bringing Susan pain was enough to set Linda's body into motion until it reached a peak and she came.
As soon as her body quit shaking from her orgasm, Linda raised her left foot and slammed it down into the pit of Susan's stomach.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Susan gasped, fighting for air.
When Susan opened her eyes, she realized she had blacked out. Her tormentors were drawing cards for high to see what order they would get her in.
"Welcome back, you little whore," Linda said as she sat on the sofa, a smile on her face. "You did enjoy my little stroll, didn't you?"
Susan turned her head to look at Linda. "Yes, Mistress."
Andy then stood over her prone body. "Look's like your cunt's mine, scum-bag."