No Escape

Chapter 6

Saturday night was to be Symphony's debut. The Whitcombs were holding a party and they planned on Symphony being the star attraction.

Symphony knew that there was to be a party. And she figured that her owners planned to display their girl in some way. But she didn't know how that was going to work or what would be expected of her. And not knowing was probably worse than knowing. Everything from gang rape to torture ran through her mind. Whatever they did to her, she knew it would be humiliating.

Her biggest fear was discovery. She hoped that she was far enough away from home that she would not see anyone she knew. In reality, she had no idea where she was. She had not even been outside since she was delivered on Wednesday and she had been unconscious then. She could be in the next town over or a hundred miles from home. The fact that Erika showed up every day, though, told her that she was probably within a couple of hours of Chicago. Being that close caused her to worry about someone recognizing her and discovering her naughty adventure.

She had bathed with Heather a little bit earlier. Heather enjoyed her nightly bath with her girl. Symphony would shampoo and wash her mistress. Then Heather would do the same with Symphony but would do so much more slowly. She loved the feel of the girl's supple flesh and fondled her more than washed her. It took her over five minutes to wash the slave's breasts, for example. And she always saved the girl's sex for last and spent over ten minutes washing it, not stopping until she had pushed her slave into orgasm.

Symphony dried and styled Heather's hair and then helped with the make-up. Then it was Heather's turn to create Symphony in the image she desired. The blonde hair was meticulously combed out for more than ten minutes until it was silky and lustrous. Then Heather started to braid a halo of hair around the top of the girl's head. She finally turned Symphony toward the mirror.

"You will be a princess tonight," said Heather.

"A princess, Mistress?" questioned Symphony. Maybe this night would not be so humiliating after all.

"Yes, pet. You will be a princess; a slave princess."

Symphony's heart sank. She knew it would be embarrassing, just like she had feared.

"And the prince will be in attendance," Heather continued. "Our son will be home from college for the night."

"Oh god!" thought Symphony. She didn't even know they had a son. They both looked too young for a college-aged son. And now the boy would bear witness to her humiliation.

Symphony dressed her mistress in a formal gown and had to admit that she looked stunning. The emerald green dress seemed to highlight her flaming red hair which had been cut and elegantly styled to be shoulder length. The dress had been perfectly tailored to accentuate her curvy body and the low-cut bodice nicely displayed the upper swells of her generous breasts.

"You look beautiful, Mistress."

Heather smiled and leaned forward, kissing her girl. "Thank you, princess. Now let's finish getting you ready."

Heather removed the shock collar and replaced it with an ornate gold choker. A slender gold chain went around her waist and rested on her hips. Two metal bands were wrapped around her ankles and two more were wrapped around her calves, just below the knees. A final set of metal bands were placed on her wrists. She had not seen any of these cuffs before but they fit her perfectly.

She led the girl downstairs and turned her over to Heath. Heath had the entertainment aspects of the evening figured out. He left the menu planning to his wife.

Earlier in the afternoon, he had a granite pedestal delivered. It was a perfect cube measuring two feet on each side. A cushion was placed on top of the cube and he placed Symphony on top of the cushion, kneeling. Then he attached her wrist cuffs to the cuffs just below her knees. He made sure that her knees were spread wide and then stepped back to admired his artwork.

"Such a beautiful ornament," he told her. "I'm sure the guests will love you."

Heath and Heather had hired help for the evening. Two college-age girls dressed provocatively in French maid outfits scurried about. Symphony wondered what the girls must be thinking about the new ornament that had been added to the room. But if they were shocked or even surprised, they hid it well. This made Symphony wonder just how uncommon a naked girl on a pedestal really was.

Heath disappeared after placing the ornament and returned about thirty minutes later, dressed in a tuxedo. Now Symphony felt really underdressed.

The guests started arriving a few minutes later and all of them bee-lined to where Symphony was bound. They had all been told ahead of time about the beautiful slavegirl who would be on display and they wanted to see it for themselves. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life. Everyone crowded around the pedestal to get a better look and to fondle and caress the naked beauty.

"I thought Heather was kidding," commented one woman to another as she lifted Symphony's left breast and bounced it in her palms.

"Me too," agreed the other woman as her fingers glided over the shaved mound and down to the petals which were, somehow, already juicy with arousal.

There was a lot of chatter. They talked among themselves about the girl but nobody talked to the girl. Symphony truly felt like an inanimate ornament at this point.

By the time the last guests arrived, there were ten couples and each of them freely groped and squeezed and probed the bound girl. The son arrived shortly after the last couple did.

"Wow Dad!" Cliff exclaimed. "You weren't kidding!"

Heath chuckled. "I never kid about slavegirls."

"She's beautiful," said Cliff. "I still can't believe you bought her. That's so random!"

"Go ahead and enjoy her, son. She'll be available for entertainment after dinner. But you can give her a good feel or two for now."

Symphony didn't things could get any more embarrassing but somehow they did. Cliff was maybe nineteen or twenty and for some reason it was even more humiliating to her to have someone so young witnessing her nudity and bondage and feeling his hands exploring her naked flesh. He touched her everywhere he could reach, almost as if he was studying her body and memorizing every curve.

Shortly before dinner, the two maids helped Symphony down from the pedestal and led her to the dining room. There, they helped her onto the huge table and onto a circular platform in the center of the table. Once her wrists were fastened to the bands below her knees again, they flicked a switch and the platform started slowly rotating.

"Oh god!" thought Symphony. "I'm the centerpiece!"

For the next hour, she slowly turned and was watched by the twenty one diners. Occasionally, someone would stand and give a breast a squeeze or a bottom cheek a swat. There was much discussion around the table but nobody seemed to be looking at anyone as they spoke. It seemed like all eyes were on Symphony.

Coffee was served after the meal and Symphony was mortified when Heather offered her mothers milk to anyone who wanted their coffee lightened. She was released from the platform and was required to circulate around the table to any guest who wanted her milk. Everyone, it seemed, wanted her milk.

"I don't even like coffee," said one woman after Symphony had serviced a dozen guests. "But I love milk!" She leaned forward and sucked Symphony's right nipple into her mouth and started suckling. Her two hands wrapped around the full breast and palpated it as she looked up into the slavegirl's eyes, enjoying the various shades of pink and red as the girl blushed.

Cliff was her last stop. He waited for her, smiling, with his arms crossed over his chest. "I'm not much of a coffee drinker either," he announced. Then he captured the left nipple and started pulsing it in and out between his lips. He reached around her with one hand, grasping a bottom cheek as he moved his other hand between her thighs. He coaxed her legs apart and slipped two fingers into her sex, eliciting a gasp from the slave. He suckled for several minutes as he toyed with her clit and penetrated her sex with his fingers, moving her closer and closer to an orgasm. But he stopped before she climaxed, much to her relief. It would have been unthinkably embarrassing to climax in front of this audience.

"Now for the fun and games," announced Heather. Symphony did not know what was coming up but she knew it couldn't be good.

"Tonight," she continued, "we have a jousting tournament of sorts. This contest will reward good knights for speed and accuracy." She led all of her guests into another large room where all of the furniture had been pushed back against the wall, leaving a large open space in the middle of the floor.

She invited the men to remove their pants to free up their ‘lances.' Immediately, clothing started hitting the floor as the men realized that they might get a chance to fuck the beautiful slave. As if on cue, the two maids stepped forward. They attached Symphony's wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs, leaving her bent over with her bottom sticking out behind her lewdly. This does not look good, thought Symphony.

"You may not use your hands in this joust," announced Heather. "The goal of this game is to win the princess for the night. To win her, you need to score one hundred points. Whoever reaches one hundred first wins Princess Symphony until noon tomorrow." Symphony silently groaned at the news.

"You will earn twenty five points each time you sink your lance into the girl's ass. There are no extra points for remaining in there so I would recommend that you get in and get out. Too much stimulation and you might not be able to finish the competition."

Heather continued. "The target is the ass. Pussy spearing will result in a forfeiture of fifty points."

"Girls, grease her up," Heather instructed. "We're almost ready to begin."

"Wait," called out one of the males. "How does this work? The geometry of the angles won't work." He pointed to his cock to illustrate his point. The cock was rock hard and long but pointed up at about a forty five degree angle. It was clear that he would never be able to impale the girl's bottom without the use of his hands to lower the cock and guide it.

"That's where your pages come in, knights." Then she smiled. "Ladies, you will be pages for your husbands, the knights. You are allowed the use of your hands and it will be up to you to guide the lances home."

Several of the women gasped at what they were expected to do. Several others giggled. The wife of the man with the angled cock stepped beside him and wrapped her fingers around the pole. "Don't worry, good sir. I will guide your lance to its intended target."

"Thank you milady," he replied and then kissed her.

Symphony was in a state of shock. She couldn't believe her ears. She was about to be fucked in the ass by ten men who were being helped in the rape by their wives. It was insane!

At the same time, waves of arousal were rushing through her body. She didn't know why but, for some reason, this complete dehumanizing of her was very exciting to her. She was nothing but a sex toy now to them. She existed only for their entertainment and pleasure. She was pure lust at that moment. Even the feel of the maids swabbing lubricant on and around her asshole was thrilling.

"I don't have a page," announced Cliff. "May I use my hands?"

"But you do have a page," replied Heather. "Your father is going to be the referee and scorekeeper. I'm your page."

"But Mom!!!" gasped Cliff. "I mean… you're my Mom!!! You can't do that!"

She was standing beside him by now and reached out, wrapping her fingers around his cock. "Sure I can. See?"

Cliff's face went beet red as his mother gripped his cock. She even stroked it a few times, causing his blush to deepen even further. "Nice lance," she commented, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Girls, is she ready?" asked Heather.

"As ready as she'll ever be," replied one of the girls who had two fingers up Symphony's rectum and was turning them back and forth to coat her thoroughly inside.

"All slicked up and ready to go," added the other girl. She had the jar of lubricant in her hand and was walking from male to male, coating each throbbing cock with the lubricating gel.

Once the last cock had been prepared, Heather started the game. "Knights, you may begin your joust. May the swiftest, surest lance win."

The men moved forward with their pages by their sides and formed a tight circle around the girl. There was no place to run. And even if there was, she would not have been able to run being bound the way she was. She decided that a moving target would be harder to hit, though, so she started turning in a circle, changing direction occasionally.

Cocks pushed forward, glancing off of a hip or bottom cheek as they missed their marks. But Heather was not about to be outsmarted by the girl. She timed her move perfectly. She waited until the cute little pucker was approaching, aimed her son's cock at it, and then pushed his butt, propelling him forward. The cock found its mark and was quickly embedded halfway into the girl's bottom.

Symphony let out a shriek as she was skewered by the shaft. It was not all that painful but it was a surprise. And it was completely humiliating.

"Twenty five points," called out Heath. Cliff had scored the first points of the match.

"God, she's tight," moaned Cliff as he withdrew his cock from the beautiful, vulnerable ass. He would have preferred to stay embedded in there but knew that he would have shot his load quickly if he did. And then he would most surely be out of the competition.

The men scrambled to score their first points and Symphony felt cocks poking her from all angles. They bounced off her hips and butt. Several were so slow that they poked her sides and arms. One even banged her head.

"Twenty five points," cried out Heath. One of the guests had successfully lodged his cock into the slave's bottom, eliciting another shriek of surprise.

"Twenty five points," he called out again. No sooner had the one male departed her rectum than a second man's wife guided her husband to the forbidden little rosebud. He easily sliced his cock into her.

"Twenty five points."

"Twenty five points."

"Twenty five points."

Symphony twirled as best she could. She dodged and moved but there was no direction that was safe. Time and again, she felt cocks impaling her bottom. She had no idea who they belonged to or who was winning. She just knew that she was the sex toy they were playing with.

"Twenty five points."

"Loss of fifty points. Wrong hole, Ronnie boy." Symphony gasped as she felt the cock slice into her sex and was amazed at how easily it slid in. The maids had not lubricated her there. That meant that her arousal must have lubricated her. It was pretty embarrassing to be so aroused at something as degrading as this.

"Twenty five points."

"Twenty five points."

This went on for almost an hour. Symphony's ass had been assaulted and impaled over twenty times. In the end, it was Cliff who won. Heather had been the most effective page and had made sure that her son's cock was guided home each time the beautiful ass turned in his direction.

"Winner!" pronounced Heath. "It seems that my son is quite good with his lance."

"Either that or he had a good page," interjected Heather. She still had her hand wrapped around her son's cock as it remained half embedded in the slave's bowels. She reached down with her other hand and cupped his balls, squeezing them.

"Would you like to cum in her ass?" she asked.

"Mom!!!" scolded Cliff. "You shouldn't be asking me things like that. And you shouldn't be holding me. None of this should be happening."

"Oh, loosen up. And stop whining," admonished Heather. She released the balls and gave Cliff a hard swat on his naked bottom. He yelped and lurched forward which sank his cock fully into Symphony's body.

"Oooommmmphhhhh!" gurgled Symphony as the cock plunged deeply.

"I'm ready to go there now," Heath told Heather after the guests had left and Cliff had taken Symphony up to his room.

"Me too," replied Heather. "She has to be ours permanently. I'll work on it."