The light went on and Dorothy jumped. She pulled at her handcuffs, felt the collar on her neck, and broke into tears. Kathy came into the room with Zola. They were dressed in small roves that swayed open with each movement they made.
"It's morning," Kathy said, brightly. "How about some breakfast?"
"Leave me alone!" Dorothy muttered. She looked around the torture chamber where her nightmare had taken place. It looked even worse to her now.
"Oh please let me go," Dorothy whispered to Kathy as her daughter untied her leg. "I won't say a word, really I won't."
"But, Mommy Dearest, we are entertaining some police friends of Martin's tonight. Surely you wouldn't want to miss that?"
The very thought of what that might mean sent a chill through Dorothy. She waited until Kathy told her to get up. Slowly she allowed herself to be led to the bathroom.
Dorothy was allowed to use the toilet, and then the shower. She came out and dried herself off.
She was led to the kitchen and given breakfast while she could hear the others laughing and joking in the dining room. She realized her total captivity. Somehow she had to get out of here. They couldn't keep her hostage for much longer.
Zola and Kathy took her to one of the bedrooms. There they tied her to the bed by the chain around her neck and left her. It was a long day for Dorothy. She, lay there trying to guess what was going on, but there was hardly any movement in the house. She tried to break the chain, but it was far too strong.
Finally Zola and Kathy came back into the room. They were obviously ready for the party. Zola was dressed in a tight black leather vest, skirt, and boots. The vest swung open to show her swelling tits, and the skirt just covered her pussy. Just below that the boots started, and the black cap pulled well over her eyes accentuated the fact that she was carrying a long, thin whip. She smiled at Dorothy.
"We've come to get you ready for the ball," she said sweetly. "Your fans are waiting."
Dorothy gasped. She was going to be some sort of special attraction at their perverted party. She sat up on the bed, crossing her arms over her tits as if that would do any good.
"Oh, come on, Mom," said Kathy. "That's silly."
Kathy looked virginal. She had on an almost transparent nightgown. It was gathered over her young tits, tied with a lacy string that ran through loops all the way to her waist. Below that it was open in the front, showing her blonde pussy hair. Simple high-heeled sandals finished the picture.
Zola cracked the whip in the air. "Get up! And behave, or you'll be in big trouble."
Dorothy leaped out of bed and stood naked in the middle of the floor.
"Stand by the mirror," Zola said.
Dorothy ran to the full-length mirror on the far wall. She stood there, shaking with fear. Slowly Zola walked around her, examining her closely.
"Yes," she said slowly. "I think your plan will work well, Kathy. See what you can do."
"Okay," said Kathy. "Sit down, Mommy." The next hour was utter humiliation for Dorothy. She sat in a chair and had her hair done in a way that was quite unsuitable for her. It made her look even younger than she normally did and accentuated the sensuality of her face. Desperately Dorothy sat there, watching Zola as she paced, the whip curled in her hand.
Then Kathy made her face up, and Dorothy was even more ashamed. With her cheekbones accentuated, her eyes made even larger and her sensuous lips done in a dark-red lipstick, Dorothy could hardly recognize herself. She looked like a whore, as if she wanted sex. Men would want to rape her. She realized that was what they were going to do. She shivered, and yet there was a strange pang of pride. She really did look wonderful.
"Put these on!" snapped Zola.
She threw Dorothy a pair of red boots. Dorothy took them and slid her feet into the soft leather. She was amazed at how easily they went on, and how sexy she looked as she stood in them, perched easily on the six-inch heels. The leather came a long way up her thighs, showed every curve of her legs, and thrust her tight ass higher, rounding it even more. She looked at it and was amazed to see that there was only a faint red glow on her flesh from all the beatings it had received the night before. She ran her hands over her ass and the flesh tingled in anticipation.
"Now these," said Zola. The gloves were elbow-length, and red like the boots.
Zola came towards Dorothy with a red leather corset that closed with a string. It looked uncomfortable, and Dorothy shivered as Zola and Kathy pulled it around her and began tightening it. There was a strap that pulled the top of the corset up so that it ran just below her tits, thrusting them up and closer together, deepening her cleavage. There was also a strap that went between her legs and tied to the back of the corset. But anybody could get at her pussy or ass if they wanted to.
Zola didn't fool around. She pulled the laces until Dorothy's waist was tightened to a perfect figure.
"There," said Zola, giving the laces a final heave. "That should do it."
"She looks great!" Kathy said. "Don't you, Mommy?"
The final version of herself was unbelievable.
The tight corset made every curve of her body show while her thrusting tits seemed to beg for men. The boots led to the few inches of bare white skin below the corset, and her pussy was wide open for view. Her ass was also revealed, and Dorothy saw how alluring it was now that the tight corset and boots showed it off to the best advantage.
"Come on then," said Kathy, "I wanna have some fun."
She flicked the white nightgown and let it drop back, showing her wonderful legs and pussy. She took the chain and pulled Dorothy toward the door.
Dorothy let herself be pulled into the room she had discovered just a day ago. As she was hauled through the door, she froze in horror.
There were cops in there all right, at least a dozen of them. In the dim light Dorothy wasn't sure, but she thought she could see three or four female cops among them. The center of the room was lit and there was a low stage there, standing about three feet above the floor.
"Tonight, Ladies and Gentlemen," Martin said, appearing on the stage. "We have a special attraction for you. I never thought we would get her on this stage, but she has consented to be here tonight."
There was a roar of laughter, and several of the cops moved their chairs closer to the stage.
"She is here for your delight," Martin said. "Zola and Kathy will demonstrate for you. You all know Zola and Kathy, of course."
Another great roar of approval went up. Zola nodded to the cops and Kathy smiled, swinging her nightgown around, showing off her legs and pussy.
Zola cracked the whip. "Walk to the edge of the stage!"
Dorothy did as she was told. Slowly she put one spike-heeled boot in front of the other until she stood on the very edge of the stage, only about a foot from the front line of cops. She had been right, some of them were women, hard, good-looking women, still in their uniform.
"Spread your legs!" snapped Zola.
Dorothy gasped. She spread her boots, the heels catching slightly in the soft carpet that ran over the stage as well as the floor.
"Show them your pussy," Zola said.
Dorothy gasped and her hands shook, but she obeyed. She pulled the straps between her legs apart until her pussy lips were out. She spread them for the lascivious inspection from the floor. Her red clit showed, already damp with with juices as the whip cunt into her ass, driving her into a fury of desperate lust.
"Bend over," Zola said.
The whip lashed Dorothy's ass cheeks, raising another set of red welts.
"Ohhh, God!" Dorothy sobbed.
Her hips thrust back at the whip and she knew she was going to come just by being whipped. The shame of that thought was more than she could bear. It was better to give in.
Dorothy bent at the waist again, letting her head drop as her groans went out over the room. Her hands slid down the legs of the bar until they held her ankles and her ass was lifted high into the air. Her ass rolled in the most disgusting way, but she had done what she had been told to do.
"Good," Zola said. "Now tie her up properly."
Kathy tied her, mother's hands to the legs of the bar as well. Now she was utterly helpless, her ass and pussy open wide.
"Who's first?" asked Zola.
The cops surged forward. All of them wanted to fuck her. It was the most awfully exciting thing she had faced in her life. She was going to be gang-banged.
"Come on!" yelled Zola. "You drew for it!"
"It's mine!" he shouted one, showing his card, the ace of spades. He came to the edge of the stage, his chest heaving.
"Fuuuuckkk," he said. "That's pretty good."
Kathy knelt down and unzipped his pants. She eased his stiff cock out. The cop's stiff fuck rod was on a level with Dorothy's mouth, and she knew what he was going to do with it.
As he ran his hands over Dorothy's ass, Zola came forward.
"She'll have to be whipped this first time, for disobedience," she said. "After that you can do what you like."
"Fine with me," said the cop. He stepped forward, and Kathy slid his hard cock between Dorothy's luscious lips.
Dorothy moaned as the hard fuck rod sank into her mouth. She could hear the murmurs of lust as the cops gathered around and watched the fucker sink deep into her throat. She licked the hard cockhead, hearing the cop yell with lust. Dorothy knew he was going to come very quickly.
Then the whip landed on her ass and the agony sent Dorothy's body heaving on the bar. Her mouth rammed deep on his cock and she heard a murmur of appreciation as she sank his cock to the balls, while her throat muscles twitched and sucked.
"Ohhh shit!" gasped the cop. He grabbed Dorothy's tits, working them, twisting her nipples until Dorothy moaned. "Ohhh fuck, I'm gonna shoot in this bitch, I'm gonna shoot!"
His hands twisted Dorothy's nipples as Zola whipped her ass, sending her into another deep helpless come. Her body writhed on the bar as the cop fucked her mouth and the whip beat deep lines of lust over her ass flesh.
"Go on, Sammy, shoot up her, go on!" the cops yelled.
Sammy slipped his big hands around Dorothy's back and rammed his cock into her mouth. His face was only inches from the whip as it beat into Dorothy's ass, and the sight of that sent his cock out of control.
"Aaaaaaaaghhhhh! Ooooohhhhhhhh!" he yelled. "Ohhhhh, I'm gonna fucking shoot, I'm gonna shoot!"
His cock slammed in and out of Dorothy's mouth as the cum boiled in his balls and surged down his cock.
Zola lashed Dorothy's ass in a fury. "You're getting away lightly, whore! I'll get you, I'll get your ass the way I want it."
Her arm blurred as it crashed the whip down on Dorothy's ass, and Dorothy's muffled screams burst out from around a cock that was already spurting cum into her mouth.
Dorothy felt the pubes of cum as they gushed into her mouth. Her throbbing climax wouldn't let her mouth stop as she sucked the jism.
"Fuuuck me!" he yelled. "This cunt's got some mouth, ohhh fuck, she's got a mouth!"
Cum poured out of his cock and into her cheeks.
Dorothy swallowed the hot salty cum, her climaxes bursting over her as white fuck juice escaped her lips and ran over her cheeks. Her ass circled desperately, waiting for the whip as Zola lashed her ass cheeks harder and harder.
"Ohhhh, yeahhh!" Sammy called as his spurting cock slowed to a trickle and he sank back into a chair, his fuck rod still wet with cum and Dorothy's saliva. "Fuuuuck me! I wanna do that again."
The whip had stopped, but Dorothy's climaxes rolled on. She stared at the crowd around her, wanting to beg one of them to come up and give her another cock, but she couldn't. She couldn't do a thing like that.