"One moment," said Lincoln. He produced a bottle and sprinkled some powder over it. "Ginger," he said. "Usually wakes her up good!"
The brothel keeper walked over to the bent over girl and circled round her a couple of times. Her apprehension was evident from the way she stiffened up at his approach. Then he parted her bum cheeks and held the end of the plug against her arsehole, causing her to go rigid.
He laughed and withdrew it, slapping her bum instead.
"Wait for it, my pretty!"
Next time he actually pushed it in a little way, and the girl let out a gasp. It was obvious to them all that it was hurting as he pushed it in a little way and drew it out again several times, before suddenly and violently shoving it right in and screwing it around until he was satisfied it was well and truly settled.
Then he gave her another slap to the bum and returned to Lincoln.
"How's that?"
"Not bad."
It was an understatement. She was squirming beautifully, and some of the Drivers began to clap.
Lincoln dipped into his box again.
"Girth!"
He passed over some more leather work and a large dildo.
"What's the dildo for?"
"I like to plug her both ways. I think maybe it improves her posture a bit. With a bit of this" – he held up the bottle of ginger and sprinkled the dildo with it liberally – "it certainly makes her move more!"
"My God!" said the brothel keeper, studying the dildo.
"Maybe I just got into the habit. Don't matter really, not if it bothers you."
"Well, it's got these little knobs all over it."
"Yes. I use it for punishment other times."
The brothel keeper could hardly restrain himself.
"But isn't it too big for her?"
"Not if you can get it in!"
"If you can, I can."
Although the girl maintained her position reasonably well, getting it in did prove quite a problem, but the brothel keeper persevered. Anything Lincoln could do, he could do! He got it most of the way in, anyway. It didn't half make her squirm. that was for sure.
The main part of the girth was a broad belt which went round her waist. But the interesting bit was a thin strip of leather that dangled down in front. For part of its length it was split into two. He soon saw what it was for – it joined together in a buckle at the end.
He pulled it down between her legs and up the back, where they buckled to the back of the belt.
As he strained to tighten it the others joined in a chant.
"Tighter! Tighter! Tighter!"
It was forcing the dildo in even further, but the split was exactly over the rear plug, it parted into two strands there, like a river round a small rock to allow the arse plug to stand proud.
Again he put a knee in her back and really strained.
He felt the dildo plunge in right to the hilt and the strap would tighten no further. He was glad to see that it was so thin that it would not get in the way of the beating she was to receive.
It pushed out the bottom cheeks in invitation for the strap.
Or a belt.
Or a whip, or whatever…
She looked really good now, standing there on tiptoe again but wriggling all the time because of the plug up her arse and the dildo in her cunt. Walking with that dildo in would be agony, she wouldn't get far with that in. Maybe he'd use it as a restraint.
Maybe Lincoln wasn't as dumb as he looked! He was still rummaging in his box.
"Tail!" he shouted.
What he held up was a tiger tail.
"It screws into the arse plug," he said to the brothel keeper, as he handed it over.
The brothel keeper walked over to the girl, and without waiting to be told she bent over again, feet wide apart, and clasped her ankles.
The brothel keeper turned to Lincoln. "Feels more like a whip than a tail," he said, pretending to be puzzled.
"It's both," said Lincoln. "Don't matter which order you take things in. Me, I'd rather use it as a tail first."
"OK," said the brothel keeper. He was stroking the girl's bottom with the tail, or whip, admiring the way she shrank from it. She must know what it was like as a whip, he thought. There was stiff wire through it. It probably hurt quite badly, but would leave no mark because of the fur covering. He only tried it out a couple of times, and it certainly did make her jump.
He screwed it in as a tail.
"I'll enjoy taking this off!" he hissed in her ear. She may not have understood his words, but judging by the shudder that went right through her, she got the idea alright
"Mask," said Lincoln.
It was a half-mask, with splendid whiskers. The brothel keeper fitted it over her face. It made quite a reasonable big cat out of her.
"Now what?" asked the brothel keeper.
Lincoln clapped his hands and the catgirl went down on her knees, hands held before her like paws. "Before she jumps through hoops and all that jazz," said Lincoln, "how about you say, 'anyone wanna be sucked off by a cat?'"
"What's the order?"
"No order necessary. Just point to someone. Like this." Lincoln pointed to the brothel keepers crotch and the girl scuffled over to him on her knees and began undoing his fly. Then, in front of them all, she sucked him off.
"Great!" he said when he got his breath back. "She's the greatest!" Then he realised he shouldn't have said that. The price was going up and he was one great fool – but, he had to admit, a very happy one.
"So," he said, calming down a little, "she jumps through hoops?"
"Sure!"
Lincoln gestured her to her feet, and she went back to her tiptoe position, legs wide apart and hands stretched up over her head, only now the bottom half of her was squirming and writhing all over the place.
He took some hoops out of the box and distributed them among the Drivers.
"Make a circuit, lads."
On his command, she went through them using her arms like front legs, really graceful. They could all see how her circus training allowed her to roll over and get back on her feet if she fell awkwardly.
"Anyone got a can of petrol?"
Soon Lincoln had her ready for another round, but the last hoop was blazing.
She went round the others as before, but balked at the flaming one and stood before it, chest heaving, loins squirming, sweating and in distress.
"She's dead scared of fire," said Lincoln. "I think maybe someone burned her sometime."
"So what do we do about that?"
"Nothing. No way she'll go through. I'm just showing you. You tell everyone you gotta flog her for it later."
"And I would!" said the brothel keeper. "Bet I can make her go through it."
"Do what you like after you buy her," said Lincoln. "And now let's have the races."
"Races?"
"Sure. We race her. Sure to be popular, specially with betting."
He was fiddling with his box again.
"Harness." He held out some leather straps with rings in them.
"How do they go?" The brothel keeper was puzzled but excited. His piggy eyes gleamed with cruel anticipation.
"Arms up behind her back."
Lincoln clapped his hands again and the girl straightened up gracefully and stood on tiptoes, legs apart as before, but this time with her arms behind her back, each elbow clasped firmly in the opposite hand. It straightened her up even better than before, thrusting out those shapely breasts that were in dispute, and now she held her head high, almost arrogantly. Although it was obvious that she was actually deeply ashamed at what was happening to her, perhaps she had decided that to go along with it was the only option.
"These will improve her stance even more, even if they don't make her stand still," said Lincoln proudly. "They hold the arms as they are, these go round just above the elbows to hold them in more and push her out more in front. Then you just tighten the first lot and she's held good."
"Wow!" said the brothel keeper. "I like it! I like it!"
He went over to her eagerly, and put the straps on the ground beside her to sort them out, whilst the spectators looked on in avid fascination.
The first two straps merely held her arms in the position she had already taken up, but she winced as he tightened them.