Julia · Part 2

Julia · Part 2 (2/2)
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The girls wriggled and squirmed as the pleasure spread through their bodies, forgetting their vulnerability, oblivious to the canes that swished and then snicked into their pert bottoms. Squeals and cries filled the arena. Reddened bottoms squirmed on those titillating perches, hot little cunts clinging to wet rubber dildos. Soon they were quivering in those last spasms of pleasure. Tears of joy ran down soft cheeks, and then it was over. A whirr, and columns lowered. Glistening shafts emerged from juicy cunts, assisted by the inquisitive fingers of the young men. Mouths joined and hot tongues linked, while those dangerous female fingers remained captive. But many hands rubbed those sore bottoms, after they were at last released.

Soft knowing fingers found aroused cocks, while those intoxicating kisses continued. The young men squirmed under the expert fondling, much to the delight of the crowd, distracted as their wrists were lifted quickly and clipped to their collars. Now the girls clipped short leashes to ball straps, and tugged the young men to their places. Soon their balls were clipped to the top of short posts. Girls knelt and fondled erect cocks, cupping balls, caressing captive bodies with the fiery light touch of fingertips and nails until the young men began to moan, aching for release.

Hot mouths opened, closed over straining cocks. Tongues played music on sensitive nerves. The little sirens distracted the young men with expert caresses, while other girls stood ready with canes. Unexpectedly red stripes appeared across bare tender bottoms. The young men jerked at their anchored balls, helpless to evade the merciless stinging punishment. Cocks pressed deeper into hungry mouths. The tender ministrations and the lashes continued until each young man had spurted his come deep into a welcoming throat. At last the young men were released, and the group all bowed together and tripped out of the arena together, to enthusiastic applause. Attention returned to Julia and her companions, while the announcer spoke again.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your appreciation of those delectable young performers. And now we have a short display by our third form girls, on the dildo beam.'

Golden rings through their nipples jiggled as the young girls danced into the arena. The row of dildos progressed from large to extra large, from average to extra long. There were ridges and bumps all over their shafts, and upward projections around their bases. The girls ran quickly to the horizontal beam where they lined up, the smallest in front, their cuffs clipped high to their collars. The beam was lowered, and Sheri straddled the first dildo, lowering herself gently onto its thick shaft, her cuffed hands helpless to ease the slippery organ into her tight young vagina. The beam lifted until her legs dangled helplessly.

She felt small projections pressing into her parted cleft, her clit tingling as she felt the dildo begin to oscillate and vibrate gently. The girls lashed her bare bottom. She wriggled, gasping as her movement increased the intensity of her sensations, her erotic squirms exciting the crowd.

But soon the beam was lowered again, and Sheri moved on to the second dildo. Kim found the first dildo slippery with Sheri's juices, and lowered herself carefully. Sheri felt the stimulation of those bumps as she eased herself gently onto the larger dildo. The beam was raised again, and soon both Sheri and Kim were wriggling and gasping excitedly in response to the lashes and vibrations. Before long Patricia had joined them on the beam, wriggling and kicking while Sheri gasped helplessly on an even thicker and more stimulating organ.

Soon Linda had joined her companions jerking and squirming behind, while Sheri tried unsuccessfully to keep still on the fourth dildo. She felt the pleasure growing until she burst into wild spasms of delight. They lifted her off the slippery dildo, still trembling, and unclipped her cuffs. She joined her companions, encouraging the girls on the beam with well placed lashes.

Now Tina squirmed on the first slippery dildo while Linda wriggled on the second, Patricia the third and Kim the fourth. Almost immediately Patricia climaxed in convulsions of pleasure. They lifted her carefully off the beam, still quivering, and now Kim began lowering herself carefully onto the last dildo.

The slippery rubber shaft was even thicker and longer, and she felt the ridges and bumps teasing her clit as it entered her cunt. But she still had an inch to go, when she was lifted and the dildo began those irresistible vibrations. She twisted and squirmed as the fierce lashes tormented her tender cheeks, and slipped a little further onto her impalement, those intimate projections causing the hot sweet tingling to grow and spread. There was no escaping the insistent stimulation, and soon she knew she was coming. One more lash curled around her cheeks, and at last Kim exploded, sobbing, wriggling and kicking wildly as the girls clapped and cheered, until finally she was spent.

Carefully they lifted her off that enormous organ. Her knees were like jelly and her companions helped her to stand while they bowed to the excited crowd. As they left the arena it was the turn of the announcer again.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, let's give a big hand to our youngsters who have made their display so exciting for us. And now it is now our pleasure to present representatives from our fourth form, who will demonstrate their favourite sport, Musical Forfeits.' No sooner had he finished than four youngsters ran into the arena, bowed and took their places in a circle.

The music started. The audience clapped as the naked girls danced lightly around the circuit, free from the usual belts and cuffs, with golden nipple rings adorning their pretty breasts. Abruptly the music stopped, and they raced to the apparatus. Mira lay face down on the longer bench, her hips over the pad in its centre. She stretched her ankles down and wide apart, and clicked them into the manacles. Now she was a captive. The waist strap was pulled taut, and clicked into place, lifting her hips and exposing her soft juicy cleft between her quivering cheeks. Soon her arms were reaching up and apart, her wrists into the waiting cuffs. They clicked shut, stretching her taut. She struggled, highly excited in her restrained position.

Bea clicked her ankles into the manacles, then lay over the low padded horse, reaching down to the wrist cuffs. Click! Her bonds tightened, stretching her bottom taut and ready for the whip. She knew her pretty slit was invitingly accessible behind. Fay reached up and clamped her wrists to the top of the triangle, then pressed her parted ankles into the manacles below. A whirr. Her legs were pulled apart, then stretched taut. She could barely move, and she felt incredibly vulnerable in her bonds. But she was a pretty picture. Her mound was widely parted, her cleft open and her little clitoral ridge excitingly revealed.

Thea lay on her back, her lovely bottom just over the end of the shorter bench. She raised her ankles high and wide apart, pressing them into the clamps. She tightened the waist strap and then pressed her arms into the clamps beside the bench. Thea suddenly realised how accessible she was with her thighs open, her hips uptilted. Now four lovely young bodies struggled, pulling at their bonds. There was nothing innocent about their display. They were ready for the most intimate forms of punishment. The arena turned slowly round in the centre of the chamber, so the audience could see the bewitchingly restrained girls from every angle. The announcer continued.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, our winner in this round is Bea, on the padded horse. Next we have Fay, in the vertical triangle. Third is Mira on the low whipping bench, while the last is Thea on the high spreader bench. And now we will see what is in store for our intrepid competitors.'

A click, and Bea ran to the triangle. Fay struggled as she came closer with the lash. A flash of fiery pain, and soon Fay's lovely bare bottom cheeks were pink. She twisted and wriggled, her lewd display exciting the crowd. Then Bea stood in front, whipping over Fay's hips so the tip of the lash curled down behind and into her crack. Fay gasped and squirmed as she felt a hotness grow inside, while Bea tugged gently at her nipple rings. A few fiery lashes across Fay's lovely breasts, and then Bea stood behind her. Fay knew what was to come. Her protests were useless. Bea whipped up gently into that tender, temptingly parted crevice, caressing her juicy lips tenderly after each stroke until Fay gasped and wriggled in a blissful climax.

A click, and Fay was free. Mira began to struggle ineffectually as they approached the whipping bench, but her glistening lips betrayed her excitement. Fingers explored her juicy sex, tightening the strap over her waist. Fay took a cane, standing to one side while Bea stood above Mira's head with the lash. They took it in turns. The cane left red stripes across Mira's tender rump, while Bea lashed expertly, lightly between her legs. The hot sweetness grew, her excitement increasing with each stroke of the cane into her tender slit. She could barely twitch, so tautly was she stretched, but soon she was quivering in a delicious climax.

Thea's legs were stretched high and apart, and it was Fay's turn to attend to her temptingly displayed sex. She moaned with pleasure as the deceivingly soft tips of the lashes tickled her lips, her clit emerging like a snail peeping from its moistening shell. Fay stepped back. Flittt! The heat blossomed in Thea's defenceless cleft as Fay lashed her mercilessly. Thea's wriggling made a pretty picture, and she grew more and more aroused as the lashing continued. Gentle caresses followed as they lashed her breasts lightly. Mira and Bea pulled at her rings, arousing her nipples, stretching her breasts into taut cones. Thea trembled and then began to spasm helplessly in a wild orgasm, crying out as the pleasure coarsed through her.

Bea was quickly clamped in Thea's place, her ankles stretched high and wide apart, while her arms were pulled down and clamped beside the bench. The waist strap immobilised her hips, tilting them upwards. She struggled, knowing that there was no escaping their attentions. Her breasts were discovered by Fay and Mira, their delicate caresses creating a warm tingling. Her nipples were stretched upwards by cords fastened to her rings, and then she shivered with delight as their lively tongues found her areolae. Thea stroked Bea's thighs, caressing everywhere but where she ached to be touched, in the hot sweet wetness of her swollen lips.

She scarcely noticed when the young man appeared. As the girls continued their attentions he positioned his thick cock at her juicy entrance, pushing gently. She squirmed, tightening against that intimate warm intrusion, but knowing she craved its thickness within her. He pressed a little more firmly, and his cock slid steadily into her. She felt him thrust deeper, until his root reached her mound. He felt the hot sweet presence of her clit, pressing deep for a moment, enjoying the sweet silky heat of her vagina, and then he began to fuck her steadily.

Fay and Mira began to tickle Bea's feet and she wriggled her bottom, spasming as the sweet friction continued within her, her contractions deliciously squeezing his cock. The sweetness grew until he exploded into her, spurting again and again into her sweet young cunt while she gasped with the intensity of her pleasure. At last it was over and Bea was released. The five young performers bowed to the audience, running out of the arena to loud cheers and applause.

Quickly the apparatus was removed from the arena, and a series of frames were set up around the central circular section of the arena, facing in towards the centre where a very serious looking whipping bench was being fitted into place. The central part of the arena continued to rotate, and Julia found that she and her companions were the centre of attention again.

Attendants converged. The five girls were lowered gently to the floor and unfastened from the spreader bars, their wrists bound together behind. They were taken to the steel frames and held firmly. Julia's arms were lifted over a shaped bar behind her shoulders, thrusting her breasts forward. Steel clamps closed around her upper arms. Her waist was strapped tightly to a padded bar behind. Her ankles were stretched wide apart and clamped to the frame. When they had finished she realised how rigidly she had been immobilised, and how exposed she was to their attentions. She could barely move her body from the neck down. Her companions were similarly immobilised in a row to her right. After the bizarre events of the morning Julia did not want to imagine what might be in store for them. The announcer spoke again.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, the next event is what you have all been waiting for. Our visitors Sophie, Phyllis, Debbie, Kathy and Julia are about to take part in a very special show, which you will find announced in your programmes. But first our brightest young starlet, Trixie and her mistress Vera will present their own entertaining introduction.' The audience applauded.

A pretty young girl ran lightly onto the stage, her mistress snapping a large whip at her bare bottom. Trixie had short blonde hair and was quite naked, except for a golden band around her waist, a wider golden collar round her neck, and golden wrist and ankle cuffs. Her lovely skin was fair and silky smooth, with barely a trace of down. Her little pink nipples were transfixed by the shafts of small golden arrows, joined by a delicate golden chain. A tiny golden key peeped out from the dimpled top of her pretty little slit, its head formed into a little ring.

Her mistress Vera wore a translucent silvery plastic suit which seemed to be moulded to her curvaceous body. It covered her head, fingers and toes but a cutout revealed her pretty, curly mound. Her pierced nipples were linked by a slender bar of silver. From the middle of the bar a chain hung down, to disappear mysteriously into her youthful quim. The two girls bowed together to the audience, and they were welcomed with loud and appreciative applause.

Trixie began to perform a series of somersaults, handsprings and cartwheels, to the delight of the audience, while Vera pulled a tensioned cable free from under the whipping bench. She chased Trixie, snapping at her with the whip until it caught her foot, and she tripped. Before Trixie could recover Vera had attached her cuffs to her collar, and then clipped the cable to her little golden key, lifting her to her feet. A tug, and the gentle but insistent traction began. Trixie twisted and struggled, but then she felt the fiery snap of the whip under her bottom cheeks. She lifted her knees as she was pulled closer, then up and onto the whipping bench where she was expertly bound, prone and helpless.

A pad under Trixie's belly lifted her bottom, and a strap over her waist kept her firm. Her knees were pulled wide and forward and strapped tightly, stretching her lips wide. She felt her tenderest inner secrets exposed to all those curious eyes. She knew they could see every detail of that little golden key, from the tiny ring on its slender shaft, to the thicker ring embedded in that tender ridge deep in the top of her slit. Her pretty vagina was pinkly open, glistening invitingly.

From the trolley Vera took a long cane, and approached the cheeky captive. Sssssnick! Trixie screamed as its fiery path burned again and again across her taut cheeks. Vera followed with light lashes that lifted into her cleft, the sweet hotness growing fiercely between Trixie's tender thighs until her squirms became cries, tingles became spasms of delight and she wriggled with the intensity of her orgasm. She quivered tenderly until at last her straps were unfastened and she was unclipped from the whipping bench, rubbing her reddened bottom as she joined her mistress, bowing to the audience amid claps and whistles of appreciation.

Now the spotlight turned again to Julia and her companions. All of a sudden Julia felt little fingers from behind stroking her lips, caressing her clit. She felt the fingers slippery in her juices, and gasped with excitement and pleasure. Her nipples expanded into tight round buds. She fought her restraints, but they were so tight she barely twitched. The little slave and her mistress turned and approached Sophie, on Julia's far right. Trixie took a small pile of equipment from the trolley and attended to the girls one by one. As she moved on Julia saw that each girl had been efficiently gagged, her eyes wide above the ball that visibly distended her mouth, its harness strapped tightly over her head and under her chin.

Once Vera had finished, Julia could see why. A pair of gleaming golden rings transfixed Sophie's nipples, while two large eyes appealed silently, helplessly above her gag. Julia opened her mouth to protest, but just then the cheeky child reached her, forcing the gag into her mouth and fastening the harness tightly behind. Now Vera was in the act of teasing, then piercing Phyllis's nipples. Those delicately intruding fingers caressed Julia unobserved, but Julia felt their light touch between her slippery lips. They were arousing a delightful hot sweetness in her clit, distracting her from the activities of the young mistress. Debbie wriggled helplessly as Vera fitted rings in her pretty pierced nipples, then her attentions turned to Kathy. Julia felt a rising excitement as she watched, then panic. She was next!

And then Vera stood before her. Julia's eyes grew big as she felt those expert fingers touch her nipples. She was conscious of being completely helpless, and silenced. The watchers would not know her pain. She felt her pleasure growing under the tender ministrations of those knowing fingers both above and below. Julia strained, but she was a fixture.

Those deft fingers caressed around her areolae, fondling her nipples which swelled, tightening into little pink spheres. Julia squirmed as the gleaming bodkin approached her right nipple, shivering with an intoxicating surge of excitement. A prick. Vera pressed, and with a quick movement she transfixed the base of Julia's nipple. The flash of pain unaccountably transformed itself into a wild abandoned climax, Julia's yells soundless. Vera fitted the ring with a practised movement, unconcerned by the futile struggling of Julia's lovely nude body before her.

Julia looked down in disbelief at the bright metal that now transfixed her nipple. But the insistent stimulation continued, and soon the gleaming bodkin was approaching the pretty pink sphere of her left nipple. A sharp flash of pain, and all too soon Vera's work was complete. Julia gazed down at two matching, bright golden rings that hung from her tender nipples, the pain throbbing as those wicked fingers below temporarily ceased their distracting caresses.

She saw a movement, and looked up. Trixie had disappeared. Where had she gone? In spite of her bonds, Sophie had begun to move jerkily about. For a moment Julia thought she saw something momentarily appear between Phyllis's thighs, curling up into her dark curly mound. Debbie began to quiver, and then Kathy.

Suddenly Julia felt a fiery sensation in her cleft as Trixie's whip curled beneath her, rising accurately between the tender lips of her pussy. She was consumed by the fiery pain. She screamed but only a muffled sound emerged, only her struggles revealing her outraged protests. She would love to cane that cheeky child.

Sophie was still wriggling when Vera's attentions turned to her lovely, juicy, widely parted cleft. Again Julia felt those teasing fingers delicately stroking her own tenderly inflamed, expanded lips gently, wickedly, slipping between them sensuously, frictioning her love-bud until her clit was tumescent, its head emerging from its protective hood. Her pleasure grew, the pain from her nipples and the lash forgotten as she became gradually more and more aroused, the gentle fingers first pinching, then gently pulling. But then Vera was kneeling in front of her, giving her personal expert attention to Julia's aroused sex.

"Mmmmmm!" she cried, as a flash of pain amidst the pleasure told her where she had been pierced, deep in the ridge above her clit. A fiery sensation followed as the little golden key was fitted. The ring at its base was inserted into her flesh and its catch clicked tight. Its weight tugged gently. She wriggled and twisted in her bonds, the pain mingled with pleasure.

Snick! Julia knew the sound. Immediately she felt the fiery impact of Trixie's cane across her cheeks. She knew instinctively the effect of any movement, but the fiery pain was irresistible. She squirmed jerkily.

The little key hung down swinging, accentuating every feeling. She had barely recovered her composure when the cane landed again. She became totally submerged in sensation. Her legs, her thighs trembled and each movement brought another intense tingling of pleasure, until everything merged in a cataclysm of delight.

Five lovely bodies writhed and quivered in orgasm. Then Vera and Trixie were bowing, and at last the show was over. The audience responded with tumultuous applause. The announcer spoke again.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, you have been a wonderful audience today, and this brings us to the end of today's Show at the School for Pleasure. Please show your appreciation for a really special performance by Vera, Trixie, and all of our lovely visitors from Aldus VI.'

Attendants approached, and soothing, healing, ointment was applied where golden rings pierced tender flesh. The decoratively ringed young beauties were released from the frames, their wrists still bound. Sadon appeared, and clipped his leash to Julia's collar. Gradually the pain eased as she followed him back to her room. Her piercings would heal, but there were still 89 days remaining for other bizarre and painful adventures, and she would not be a spectator. They were not going to waste those precious days on her own private pleasures, after shipping her halfway across the galaxy, she reflected. But it was going to be an exciting experience.

Back in her room Julia collapsed on her bed, exhausted. It had been a long, hard day.

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