The arrangements were made, it was the night before her first day of school. She lay in bed, staring at the neon lights blinking through the blinds. In two weeks so much had happened. Her whole life had taken a 180 degree turn, and she hadn't caught her breath yet.
She had new brand-name clothes to wear to her first classes, and thanks to the nice people at the salon she had been manicured and pedicured and buffed and made new.
When she looked in the mirror there was a strange girl there. That girl had large breasts, and was tall and big boned, but her eyes were awake. Her skin was beautiful. She stood tall and proud. It still seamed like a dream.
But now, late at night, alone in her bed, she remembered the scary parts that she had forgotten when shopping for clothes, and going to the salon. Someday soon she would again wake up looking out from the black hood over her head, and feel the air touching her naked body. She would be helpless in the cage, feel the bars press against her bottom, and look out at the slavering crowd ready to pounce. Feel her breasts swing, her nipples tighten, and be helpless.
She didn't mind the hood. The hood protected her. At least 'All The Eyes' could not see her face. She remembered the cold air between her legs telling her they could see everything else.
He had promised she wouldn't be raped, then had forced an object into her, forced an orgasm on her. Somehow though, she hadn't felt hatred from him. He hurt her with punishment, but his words to her, softly, only for her, hadn't felt hateful. Almost kind. Almost.
She felt a shiver go down her body. Her hand was. . . there again. Somehow she wanted to touch herself when she remembered. The memories aroused her and frightened her. She comforted herself and slept.
The next night she was exhausted. First days are like that. But triumphant too. She had found the classrooms, walked past strange people to her seat, found the cafeteria, had not tripped and dropped her books. Now she was home, safe, soaking her tired body in the tub. Everything whirling around in her head . . . she was going to do it! She would be a nurse! She would have a good job, one that she had earned.
The next weeks were busy and happy. She was making friends. A & P was a bitch, but she was learning it. The cage crept to a corner of her mind and hid in the shadows, forgotten.
When they woke her she gasped and struggled for a second. Then she remembered. She felt the hood go over her head before her eyes were hardly open. Her robe was pulled up her arms and belted. Her senses stretched out, picking up good leather seats, aftershave, soap, expensive material, soft jazz on the radio, the sound of the car pushing through traffic, the large warm body sitting next to her in the seat. Then like ice water running down her neck, she thought of what was going to happen and started to shake. She wouldn't beg, she had agreed to this! But she was scared. The spanking hardly registered. She was afraid of being looked at, of being helpless.
A large hard hand took hers and pulled her behind his shoulder, wrapping her arm in both of his. She hid her hooded face in his back. She pressed her body to the warmth of his and gradually the shudders stopped. She got her breath back. They hadn't hurt her too bad last time, and she had the hood. She was led out of the car into a building and before she was ready they took the robe off her, then her nightgown and touched her hand to the cage. No one spoke. She ducked her head, and hands on her feet and shoulders helped her in. She was spread and cuffed, hands touched her, helping her position herself to fit the cage. Slightly bent over, her breasts hanging, air pushing between her legs again, making her gasp. She hadn't forgotten that sensation. Her eyes had been covered until now. Someone reached in and pulled the strip off her eyes. . . the same huge room. The same crowd. The same noise. Then she felt the cage lift and she was swinging through the air! High and forward to the front of the room. She screamed, the movement catching her by surprise, and the room replied, the people down below yelling and stomping as if she were a rock star.
The cage continued to sway back and forth. She finally relaxed into the movement, looking down through the room, the bar, the stage. Goose bumps popped out then. The stage.
She could feel the eyes on her from below, the cool air pushing up into her, and for a second she forgot she had the hood on. But the panic drained away leaving her gasping and dizzy.
After a time, she was slowly lowered by the same man. A black hood, no shirt, jeans and boots. When the cage thudded on the floor there was a rustle among the crowd and she flinched. They wanted to do more then look at her. But his eyes stopped them like a cement wall.
Then more waiting. It was harder to be down within reach, and she closed her eyes for a while. Hiding from them. But she still felt the eyes. And heard the whispers. Her nipples were tight, almost painful. She wished she could rub them.
Then she started a bit as the door of the cage was opened. She smiled to herself thinking that the hinges groaned sympathetically. She was helped out, and led to the stage.
There was a block of wood there. Nothing else. He put his booted foot on it, and bent her over his raised thigh with no wasted motion. Her bottom was facing the crowd, but she didn't care. His hands were not cruel, just steady and sure. And the one that slapped her bottom was large and hard. He started out easy, it didn't hurt at all. And his hand stayed on her bottom, not straying to thighs. It started to feel hot, but no real pain. Her head and hands hung down, almost to the floor, but he kept her feet planted on the floor and she felt secure. His arm around her waist held her still, and the other hand spanked her. . . on and on. Gradually harder. But still not too much pain. Just heat.
More props had appeared and she was bent over a table, her hands secured on the far edge. The cool hard surface slapped her tummy and chest and she felt her thighs strapped apart. Even further apart than in the cage. She felt his hand reach in, spreading her breasts to the side. . . then the belt thudded down on her bottom. One, two, three. His hooded head came into her line of sight. It seemed as though he waited. . . until she could say what had been going through her mind.
"What am I being punished for this time?"
The voice in her ear rumbled, "You're not being punished. You have done well. This is a 'good girl' spanking. Good grades, good hygiene, good diet, swimming every day. . . you've been a very good girl. That's why you got a warm up."
Then the hooded head left and the belt thudded down again. And again. She could feel her buttocks and thighs moving with each stroke. The heat was building and the pain, not sharp but dull and inevitable, mounting, clawing. . . but there were no tears. She felt strong. She felt as though that belt could thud forever. She was triumphant! She was a good girl.
It stopped. She was left lying over the table until her breathing evened out. Wide leather bands were fastened on her wrists and ankles. Her hands were stretched above her head, and her back was belted to something. . . her legs were spread wide and high, and fastened there. Her pussy was so widely opened that it felt as though her pussy lips were reaching towards the crowd. She was leaning back, and she felt a hand smoothing over her buttocks, feeling the welts and the heat there. There were soft noises from the crowd as though they reacted to what the hand did. As though their hands were doing it. The hand caressed, cooling the heat a little. The hand slipped up over her pussy onto her tummy and up to her breasts. Lifting each one, hefting it, squeezing it gently, fingers rolling her nipples, coaxing them, pulling them out. A sudden cold metal was pinched just behind her nipples. She cried out in shock and the crowd echoed back in pleasure.
Music began . . . a wailing sax with a strong slow beat under it. The crowd became suddenly quiet. She could hear them breathing. She thought "please touch me! I don't know what's. . . please touch me!" The strip was replaced over her eyes, she couldn't see. . . but she could feel. And hear. Her heart was pounding out of her chest.
The touch came at the door of her pussy. A large, very large dildo was teasing, pushing a little, retreating, pushing a little. . . a buzzing finger pushed up her ass! No warning. She screamed again. And again the crowd echoed back 'ahhhhhhhh!'.
The buzzing in her ass wouldn't quit. She felt herself trying to expel it, the contractions of the anal ring pushing, pulling. . . but it wouldn't come out. It wouldn't stop buzzing. And the implacable head was pushing, pulling out, pushing in. . . teasing her pussy. Slowly, in time to the music. In. . . out. . . Her body arched, and bucked in a macabre dance with the sax, answering the invasion of her pussy and ass. Fear and arousal ran their fingernails over her. The dildo was too big. It would never fit! The room was quiet and heavy with expectation, the only sounds were the music and her gasping breath.
She began to pant, fighting arousal. Resistance was futile. The head of the huge dildo entered just a little more each time, and each time her head said "pull back". And her body said "push on!" Fear and arousal were in a fight to the death. And each time she started to climb to the end of it all. . . the head pulled out and she was left, her pussy lips quivering as they reached for it.
The noise from the crowd seemed to gradually grow. Like the vicious sadists watching the Christians and the lions they seemed to feed off her mounting desperation. The noise surging and receding as her body reacted to the forced manipulation. She was groaning, crying, begging, but couldn't hear herself over their vocal pleasure.
A finger touched her clit, tapped it, then a buzzing vibe was pushed onto it and the dildo forced it's way further up. She wanted to push it out, but at the same time her traitorous pussy sucked it in! Once, again, again it was pushed into her, then removed as the climax hit her like a Mac truck. As her body jerked and muscles contracted all the way to her toes, the waves of orgasm shook her. She screamed and the crowd replied with a roar that made the building tremble.
