Susan stood up, knowing that the pain was about to begin.
"Lean over the back of the chair, hands flat on the seat, and spread your legs!"
"Yes, Master."
Susan bent over the back of the chair, which raised and pushed her ass out toward the audience. Her legs spread as far apart as the high heels would allow her.
The shorter man stepped to her side, and as he handed the taller man a sandpaper-surfaced ping-pong paddle, he slowly raised the back hem of Susan's dress up until the audience could see her beautifully rounded asscheeks pressing tightly against her black panties.
Susan felt a finger slip into the band of her panties and slowly, teasingly, slide them down, baring her naked ass-flesh inch by inch to the leering audience.
The panties slid down until they were just below her asscheeks. She knew the men could see everything now. Her pussy lips were lewdly exposed beneath the curves of her ass, and she felt her face flush at the humiliation of being uncovered to the eyes of the horny men.
"You will receive ten blows to each asscheek for doing such a terrible job," the tall man said as one of his hands caressed her ass, feeling the silky smoothness. "When I am finished, you will thank me and apologize for doing such a sloppy job on my boots."
Susan shuddered in anticipation of the spanking. "Yes, Master."
The audience watched as the paddle was raised. Their necks craned forward just as the paddle swished downward and cracked across the creamy white flesh of the bent over girl's left asscheek.
"Oh! Oh!" Susan cried as the paddle flattened out the flesh of her ass, sending a stinging wave of pain through her body.
The paddle pulled back, leaving a rounded pink area blooming in the center of the white flesh surrounding it.
"Uuuuuuuuunngh!" Susan groaned as the paddle slammed into her right asscheek. "Uuuungh-unh-unnnhgg!"
The man swung the paddle hard, cracking it repeatedly into her jouncing ass-flesh, turning it from pink to red to scarlet. Susan felt her knees weaken and struggled to stay standing as the paddle fell with loud echoing smacks against her tortured ass-flesh. Her body jerked, the yelps of pain grew louder and tear dripped down onto the chair seat beneath her head.
The audience began shouting. They were beginning to feel like a part of the show as they saw bruises appear in the scarlet red of her beaten ass-flesh. Some of the bruises turned to purple as the paddle continued to slash down on her beaten ass.
The shorter man, who had been standing at Susan's side, now looked out at the audience.
"Now gentlemen, one more little punishment for our little blonde beauty," he said, and held up a butt plug for the audience to see.
Susan grunted as fingers pressed into her reddened and bruised ass-flesh, separating her asscheeks so the audience could clearly see her shitter. She felt something greasy drip squarely on the center of the little brown ass-bud and grunted again as the shorter man's finger touched, then pushed into her shit-hole and smeared the grease around the inside of her shit-chute.
The man placed the tip of the butt plug up against her shit-hole and violently rammed it in.
"Aaaarrrrrrrgh!" Susan moaned as she felt her shit-hole open, widen, and then narrow as the outer rings of her asshole closed around the narrower part of the plug. She felt nauseated and degraded knowing that all of the strangers could see the implement firmly imbedded in her shitter.
"Wiggle that ass, cunt," the tall man said. "Yes, Master!" Susan sobbed, and wiggled her ass back and forth for the pleasure of the sadistic men watching her humiliate herself. She felt the butt plug roughly twist in her shitter as she wiggled back and forth, bringing more tears of pain from her reddened eyes.
"Stand up now, you filthy little slut!"
"Yes, Master!" She straightened up, feeling a great weakness in her knees as she struggled to keep herself upright.
The taller man grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to face the audience. "Now, apologize to them for not doing a good job on my boots."
Susan looked put at the audience. "I-I'm sorry for not doing a good job licking the bottoms of his boots."
She felt red flush come to her cheeks as the audience laughed loudly at her disgrace.
"Tell them you are so ashamed of your performance that you'd like to have ten of them come up here and fuck your tight cunt to make amends to them," the short man said.
"And look at them when you speak," the tall man said.
The thought of having to ask ten men, complete strangers, to come up and fuck her in the middle of the stage horrified her, but she knew that the pain still throbbing her asscheeks was nothing compared to what would happen to her if she refused.
Lifting her eyes, she looked out at the audience. "Sirs – Masters, I'm sorry that I didn't perform better and I feel I owe it to you to let ten of you fuck me."
The shorter man looked at her. "Tell them where you want to be fucked."
"I… I want you to fuck me in my cunt, my pussy! I want you to use my fuck-box and shoot your cum into it like it is nothing but a receptacle for your jism!" She lowered her eyes in shame.
"That's better, cunt," the man said. "Gentlemen, all of your chairs are numbered from one to ten in white stenciled numbers on the backs. I will draw a number from a box and all of you with that number on his chair can come up here on stage for a good fucking of this slut's cunt."
He looked to the side of the stage and a girl wearing nothing but a G-string came out carrying a small box. She held it as the shorter man reached in. Pulling out a piece of paper he unfolded it and read.
The men in the audience all twisted and turned to check the backs of their chairs, then shouts began coming from every direction in the audience from the joyous winners.
Susan watched as one by one the men came to the left side of the stage and stepped up the stairs until there were ten men eagerly waiting to get started.
The taller man went to the line of men and had them count off from one to ten.
"Now gentlemen, the number four has been added back to the box and we will draw out each number one by one until each of you has had his turn," he said.
As the shorter man put the number back in the box and the line of men began rubbing their crotches in anticipation of being first, two men Susan hadn't seen before brought out a padded bench three feet wide and six feet long. They placed the bench in the center of the stage, one end of it toward the audience. They went back to the side of the stage and returned carrying a large mirror mounted on a frame. The mirror was put at the end of the bench away from the audience.
One of the men then ordered Susan to strip off everything except the hose, garter belt, and pumps. Susan's fingers nervously unbuttoned the dress and slipped it off her shoulders. She handed the dress to the man. Her panties were still clinging to her asscheeks, and she slid them down her long legs until she could step out of them. Her fingers went to the hook of her bra, unclasped it, and peeled the black bra from her body, revealing her full round tits.
"Number six," the short man called out as he looked at the unfolded piece of paper he had just drawn out of the box.
"Woweeeeee! That's me!" come an excited cry from the sixth man in the line.
"The rest of you can line up on each side to watch," the tall man said, and then turned to Susan. "Sit down on the end of the bench, facing the audience."
Susan's mind was filled with hate for the men who were about to abuse her body.
"Yes, Master!" she said loudly and sat down on the bench.
The man who had won the first go at her began removing his pants as the others stood on each side of her, anxiously awaiting the action and their turns at the sexy beauty sitting on the bench.
"Lie down on your back and pull your ankles back to each side of your head," the tall man said.