Fuck You, Bitch!

by Tonya

I ignored the knocking at first. Bill collectors were coming by the hour since the phone had been disconnected. The cable was still on and I found that watching bad movies was the only way to keep from thinking about my asshole husband and his twenty-two year old lover. I turned the volume up.

"Mrs. Tonya Cook? I know you're in there and I have an offer for you!" the man outside said. "I have a check for a hundred dollars for just hearing me out."

That was unique. A hundred dollars could buy me a night out without having to ask one of my alleged 'friends' for money. Let me tell you something: if you marry a rich husband, you don't really have friends. You just have people who want to use your pool and maybe borrow some jewelry. I didn't realize this until I tried to borrow money to pay some bills. That was when my 'friends' told me to get a job and refused to give me money until I signed an IOU.

"Let me see the check," I said when I opened the door. He was a cute guy. Well dressed and wearing sunglasses that were worth more than my current bank balance, he was a breath of classy air. He was about the same age as Harold was when we meet in school.

The man handed me the check and I examined very carefully. My eyes caught him examining me too. I wonder how I looked to him. Were my roots beginning to show in my blonde hair? Was the stress beginning to appear on my face now that I was running out of my special creams? Idly, I wondered if the bathrobe I was wearing could seduce him into taking me out tonight and getting me out of this damn house where I wouldn't have to fantasize about Harold and his slut in the Caribbean.

Since the check was real, I invited him in. I'm a bit embarrassed to say I sat a bit too close to him on the couch. It wasn't because he was attractive with this curly black hair, it was because it would be nice to see if I could get a lover as young as Harold's.

"Mrs. Cook, my name is Anthony Raynor and I represent Purple Pleasure Enterprises," he said.

"Never heard of them," I said. His eyes wondered to my cleavage and I wished I had worn a bra. My d-cup tits were great, but let's face it. I wasn't as young and perky as I used to be.

"Purple Pleasure Enterprises is a company that specializes in unique entertainments," Anthony said. "We seek out women like yourself who find themselves in dire financial situations. Our company ran across your over due bills and did a little research to understand how desperate your situation was."

I frowned. "Look, my husband ran off to Mexico. According to my lawyer, the jerk wiped our bank accounts and transferred them to offshore accounts. If I declare bankruptcy and sell the house, I can stay comfortable for a little while. Yes, I'm in a fucked up position, but I wouldn't call it dire."

He smiled. "Ma'am, I disagree. You were married at twenty and have never held a job. Our files show that you have held an active financial life with multiple shopping trips across the country. Now you're thirty-four, broke and looking to sell the house just to stay above water? Ma'am, you need the offer I am about to give you."

I said nothing. One of things women of my status do not do is admit how fucked we are. He took it as a sign to continue. Smart boy.

"Purple Pleasure Enterprises runs a game show for women in your situation. We take contestants and put them through a series of games for the amusement of a very selective audience. This isn't a game show you will see on television. This is a show that sells for over five hundred dollars per episode per viewer. At these rates, we can offer a substantial cash prize to the winner as well as attractive consolation cash prizes for the losers."

I started to laugh. "This sounds like pornography to me. Desperate women contestants? Private tapes for the audience? I'm not a prude, but I am not performing sex on tape for any amount of money."

"The winner receives a million dollars, after taxes," he said.

Shit.

"You are correct about the nature of the game. It is a sexual game and you will perform acts of intercourse on film for the enjoyment of our viewers. The sex acts will be tests of endurance, flexibility and prowess. You might have to perform a blowjob in a limited amount of time. You may have to endure a set amount of intense sensations. However, we value the privacy of our contestants and masks will be provided for the game. Your last names will remain confidential and like I said, this will never be broadcast on television or cable as all of our viewers must buy the tape to watch it."

"A million dollars?" I asked. "What the fuck do the losers get?"

"About ten thousand each. Due to the nature of the game, you might lose without ever performing a sexual act."

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I started to laugh nervously. "This is unreal. You have to understand. Last month I was talking to contractors and trying to decide on whether to tile the pool in blue or red. Now you're telling me that if I fuck someone in a game show, I can sit pretty on a million dollars."

He stood up and I felt a momentary panic that he thought I was saying no. The panic surprised me because I thought I was going to say no. The confusion must have show on my face because he smiled his pretty boy smile at me and handed me his card.

"Call me by Friday and let me know what you think," he said.

The card was strange. It had a house made of glass on one side, and a weird two-headed man on the other side. A phone number was listed along with a warning that the offer will never be made again.

"Think about it," Anthony said before he left.

I did.

Friday found me on a plane bound for North Carolina. I wouldn't have guessed that North Carolina would be the home of a pornographic game show but oh well. The bill collectors were getting meaner and I was dying to go shopping with a real credit card again.

What I didn't like to think about was that I was extremely excited by the whole idea. Harold had been my first lover and over the years I had only a few experiences with other men. I had always been attractive and I had enjoyed using my sexuality to wrap men around my finger but to keep Harold from ever getting suspicious, I'd limited my adventures to men I met on my shopping trips. My sex life with Harold had been slowing down this past year and at first I wondered if it was because my body was getting older. Finding out my husband was fucking someone more than ten years younger than me didn't make me feel better.

I got off the plane and was taken to a limousine. To my surprise, Anthony was there in the car with me. He laughed at my surprise and explained that he traveled the country looking for women who would be willing to play the game.

"You still haven't explained the rules," I chided. I was looking good and feeling good. It was nice to leave my bills behind on the other side of the country. I was wearing a sexy black dress that flattered me much better than the bathrobe that I had word for the last two weeks.

"The game is called 'Fuck You, Bitch," Anthony explained. "The rules are quite simple. You and five other women will have lunch together off-camera. Then tomorrow, you'll play a game where you will be presented with a sexual challenge. You'll vote for the person you don't think can do it. Who ever gets the most votes will perform the challenge. If they fail, they are eliminated. If they succeed, they get to pick one of the women who voted for her to be eliminated. This continues till we have two women, who will compete head to head to determine the final winner."

I thought about it. "Sounds simple," I said. "If I vote for someone who wins their challenge, then they can kick me out without me ever having to do anything."

"And you still get ten thousand dollars," Anthony added.

"Let's see these bitches I have to face," I laughed.

I was shown to my hotel room first. Room service was free and I used it extravagantly. The bellboy got an eyeful of my legs, as I was feeling flirtatious. The truth be told, I was buzzing on the idea of being a millionaire. It was giving me something to hope for since Harold left.

Lunch came around and I tried to get serious. I put on a fabulous red blouse and one of my tighter pair of slacks. I may not have been working during my marriage but I had stayed in shape. I wanted each of my opponents to see that they were dealing with a wonderful sexy woman and that any challenge that comes our way, I could more than deal with it. It seemed like the key to this game was to intimidate the other women and if there was one thing Tonya Cook could do, was put women in their place.

I walked into the hotel restaurant and a waiter directed me towards the back. In a party room adjoining the main restaurant, Anthony sat at a table with five women. With my head held high and my best posture forward, I walked towards the table. My hair was flowing behind me and I was looking wonderful. Heads turned when I walked by as you can imagine and why shouldn't they? I was still hot no matter what my loser husband thought.

"Tonya, you're finally here," Anthony said dryly.

I was going to say something cute but the words choked in my throat. I got my first good look at the women and I noticed something immediately. They were all younger than me. Much, much younger. I felt like the butt of a cruel joke. The oldest couldn't have been more than twenty-five. These girls were in their prime; what the fuck was I doing here?

As I sat down, I noticed there was a sandwich in front of me. Damn, they weren't even going to let me order. They must have seen my room service bill. Every one else had dirty plates in front of them and I realized that I must have been a bit more than just fashionably late.

"How about every one introduce themselves," Anthony instructed. "Jeanie, you start first."

"Okay," a giggling blonde answered. God, she was maybe twenty. She had short blonde hair and a tight tanned body that made me feel fat. Her chest was flat and her nose was a little hooked but her bright blue eyes and child-like smile would fool any man into giving her what she wanted.

"My name is Jeanie, and I'm a student at USC," she said. "I could really use the money to retire and not have to go to school. Is that enough?"

Anthony chuckled. "Yes, let's go clockwise around the table."

That meant the black girl was next. When I saw her I realized the whole table was made of different types of ethnicity or body types. It also made me understand that I was the 'old' woman. It didn't make me feel any better.

"My name is Felicia, and I need the money to get the Hell out of Texas," the black girl said. She was extremely endowed with breasts that would break her back in ten years. The fact that she was going braless with only a white t-shirt on told me that she was planning to use her tits for as long as she could.

Next was a brunette hard body. Her biceps and shoulders were bulging under her tank top. I disliked the tilt of her chin; she was a tomboy and didn't like all these girlish women around her. When she spoke, it was a bare whisper.

"My name is Shawna," she said. "I'm training for the Olympics in track." She didn't need to say anymore.

It was my turn. I sat up straight and looked each girl in the eye.

"My name is Tonya, and I have seen more, done more and fucked more than all of you little girls put together."

Anthony laughed but he was the only one. The others took me seriously. Jeanie even had to look away.

Next was a chubby redhead. Her hair was much too long but like the black girl, she had a very impressive set of tits. I wondered if she was our requisite redhead or our resident fat girl.

"My name is Cynthia," she said a little too loud. She was over compensating for shyness and I filed that away for later. "I just graduated from high school and my parents divorced before I could get to college. I plan to use the money to become independent from both of them."

The last girl was a little Asian girl. She looked like she came out of central casting. Her short black hair curved on either side of her face like dark parentheses. There was a young beauty to her that made me feel very, very old.

"My name is Pam," she said with a northern accent. The sound of her American voice was something of a shock to us. "I am attending school for programming and working at a strip club part time. This money will come in very handy and despite what Tonya may say, I think my experience with performing in front of men before will give me the edge."

"Thank you ladies, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Anthony said. "Now that you've meet each other, let me make one thing clear. You only earn money by finishing the show. If you bow out now, or during the show, you will receive nothing. To make absolutely sure that you six will be up for competition tomorrow, we have one final test. I would like everyone to strip off their shirts and bras so that everyone is topless."

We looked at each other in surprise. We were in separated from the rest of the restaurant by only an open entrance. Most of us looked to see if a curtain was going to be pulled or some other form of privacy divider. There was nothing.

While we were looking, the Asian girl, Pam, was already removing her shirt. I envied her ease at undressing and envied her firm c-cup breasts even more. I bet if she were sagging like mine were, she wouldn't find it so easy to strip.

"If this was a race, Pam would already be the millionaire," Anthony said. There was disapproval in his tone. "You have to understand that we are giving away over a million dollars. If you really want to be rich, you're going to have to put out. There is no room for being coy in our game."

In the middle of this, a waiter came by to refill our drinks. Cynthia shrieked and tried to cover her huge chest with her hands. The waiter leered and said nothing as he topped us off. I noticed that none of the other women reacted like Cynthia did, and Pam even thanked him verbally. That stripper girl was going to be trouble.

As for me? It galled me to let some waiter check my tits out but what could I do? I decided to embrace the idea, especially since according to Anthony, thousands of strangers I will never meet will be checking me out tomorrow. When the waiter came to me, I leaned back and did a fake yawn; stretching my arms our behind me. Yes, it was a slutty thing to do, but when the waiter's eyes snapped to me instead of those younger bitches, I almost glowed with pride.

When the waiter left, Anthony reached under the table and brought up a box. He gave us all a quick smile before he opened it. He brought out six long pink dildoes and passed them around the table till we all had one. I noticed that the black girl, Felicia, would barely touch them when they passed by her while Shawna gripped hers all too firmly. I wondered if the hardbody athlete had a problem getting dates.

"As a little test, let's see how far each of you can go down on your little toy," Anthony said.

This time I didn't waste any time. The plastic toy was at least a foot long but I pushed it into my mouth with hesitation. The pink dildo filled my mouth but I kept pushing it down my throat until I couldn't take any more. I felt ridiculous with this fake penis shoved down my throat but I wasn't going to let Pam upstage me again.

Pam, Jeanie and Cynthia did almost as well as I did but they didn't know the trick about tilting your head yet. Age does have its advantages. Felicia on the other hand barely got half in her mouth while Shawna surprisingly barely got an inch or two in before she started choking. I almost choked on my dildo from laughing at her inept attempts to suck it down.

"Okay, you can take them out now," Anthony said. The sound of five girls popping dildoes out of their mouths was something I wouldn't be forgetting any time soon.

"Take this toy and pass it around," Anthony said.

It was a wide black wedge that was in the shape of a spade. Pam took it from him and smiled before passing it on to Cynthia. The chubby girl had no idea what it was and just stared at it.

"What is it?" Cynthia asked.

Jeanie giggled. "It's a butt-plug," To be honest, I didn't think the tiny blonde could survive anal sex much less know about. You learn something every minute in this game.

Cynthia's eyes widened. "Jesus Christ," she swore softly. "You mean it goes in your ass?"

"Looks small to me," I lied. The truth was that thing was huge but I was already starting to get the hang of this game. Half of it was bluff. I took the plug from Cynthia's hands and tried bending it. It was a little flexible but not much. The damn thing looked monstrous but I smiled like I couldn't wait to try it before passing it on to Shawna. It made its rounds down the table without further comment though I had to admit; Jeanie's smile of approval over the toy freaked me out a little.

"Next is something a bit more subtle," Anthony said. He lied. It was a red paddle, about a foot long and six inches wide with silver studs. He handed it to Pam and for once, I saw a spark of fear cross her confident face. She tried to pass it off by taking a practice swing but it was clear she didn't like the sight of it one bit.

Cynthia felt the studs with her hand before giving it to me and quite frankly, I was as bothered as Pam was. Harold was never into spanking and I don't think I would have let him if he were. My parents used to spank me when I was a kid and looking at this red weapon, I didn't see it as a sex toy. I put on my best poker face and passed it to Shawna, who was smiling devilishly when she took it.

Felicia was as disturbed as I was but that tiny slut Jeanie was giggling by the time she took it. The blonde girl even rubbed the studded side on her tits! I had to resign myself to knowing that if there was a spanking challenge, I couldn't nominate the slut no matter how much she reminded me of Harold's new girlfriend.

"Well ladies, that's enough for today," Anthony said. "Put your shirts back on, take the rest of the day to relax and be ready tomorrow morning by eight. Have fun today, but make sure you don't wear yourselves out. Tomorrow you compete for a million dollars!"

The girls were quick to put their tops back on, even stripper-girl Pam. I left mine off and leaned back in my chair and kept sipping my drink. The other women left in a hurry; obviously afraid that they might be required to do something else. Anthony noticed that I was staying and stayed in his seat as well.

"I hope you don't mind if I have a few more questions?" I asked.

"You don't have any questions," he said casually. "You just want to try to seduce me to see if you can gain an edge in the game."

I pouted. "You don't know that. Maybe I'm a bit nervous. You didn't tell me that everyone else was going to be so young."

He chuckled. "True, but would you have come if I said you were the oldest? Parading six teen blondes might sound good on paper but for a high-priced sex show, you need variety. Rest assure, we wouldn't have offered you the chance to play if we didn't think you were sexually competitive."

"Really?" I teased. "You think I'm a better lay than say Pam?"

"Do you want to fuck me?" Anthony said.

The bluntness took me back. "Well, you are attractive," I said.

Teasing had no effect on him. "Say you want to fuck me and I will," he said.

Something shivered between my thighs. Maybe it was all this talk of sex and not having any that I had enjoyed since Harold left. Or maybe I really was insecure and I wanted to be assured that I could compete with a Jeanie or a Pam.

"I want to fuck you," I said. Saying that out loud was a harder thing to do than taking off my top.

"Come here," he said. I stood up and moved towards the chair beside him but he caught me by the waist with his hand. He pulled me towards his mouth and with his teeth he unfastened my slacks.

"Oh wow," I said inanely. "Not here,"

"Yes, here," Anthony said. "This is nothing compared to what may come tomorrow."

He pulled my slacks down and I looked towards the far too large doorway into the rest of the restaurant. People were eating their lunches and waiters were walking around. I tried to see if anyone was watching us; especially with me standing topless like I was. Once or twice I thought I saw someone but when I looked at him or her they turned their eyes.

I heard Anthony unzip himself and I felt another shiver at the sound. He had my panties down and I was secretly glad that I had worn my black lace today. My brown bush of hair was revealed and Anthony pushed his lips into me. I groaned as I felt his tongue flick over my pussy lips and I groaned louder when he pulled away.

"Sit," Anthony said. His cock was out and I knew where he wanted me to sit. I tried to straddle him but he turned me around so that I would face the table. A pouting moan didn't change his mind. If anything, it made him harsher. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his cock until I was fully impaled. My hands grabbed the tablecloth as he filled me and I felt a fulfillment that was too long in denial.

"This is what you want, Tonya," he said and he was right. I began to move on his cock, pushing and pulling against him. I was facing the rest of the restaurant but I didn't care. I didn't care if my breasts were jiggling as my hips moved. I didn't care if any of the waiters were staring at my clenched eyes. I just wanted a man inside me; pulsing with desire for my body.

"Faster," Anthony said. I agreed. My hips moved faster as I grinded against him. The table creaked as I pushed off of it. God, he was so hot inside me and I was hot for him. No, I was hot for a man who was fucking me when he could have had someone younger.

His hand wrapped around my hair and he pulled my head back. My breasts arched forward as I stared at the ceiling. His other hand went to my hip and he guided me to move faster. The tablecloth slid in my hands as I clenched my fingers. I could hear the silverware bounce against a plate as our thrusts increased in speed.

Damn it felt good. The chatter of the restaurant grew quiet and I feared that it was because people were staring at us. I tried to look but Anthony's grip around my hair was too tight to try. His own thrusts were lifting me from his lap and I bit my lip to keep from screaming like a slut.

Up, up, up his cock impaled me and down, down, down I slammed back into him. My tits were flying, their weight slapping against my chest in a double rhythm. My climax built within me and exploded but Anthony didn't slow at all. I climaxed again as his relentless cock fucked me. My thighs were aching and were exhausted to the point that I couldn't thrust against him anymore and still he kept fucking me.

Finally, his cock erupted. At this point, the restaurant was dead quiet and I knew every eye was on us. My face was flushed with embarrassment and bliss as his hot semen splashed within me. I clenched around him and he groaned. Pleased with myself, I clenched again and again till I milked his cock dry.

He pulled me back till I rested against his chest.

"Claudia is going to love having you on the show," Anthony said.

"Who's she?"

"Claudia's the hostess of the show, and a very cruel woman," he laughed. "Oh, and she's also my wife."

The game was about to start and I was nervous as hell. I wasn't the only one. All five of the other girls were fidgeting too, even icy Pam. We were on a huge stage, standing behind six podiums while camera crews and stagehands got everything ready. We watched the audience file into their seats. The audience wasn't what I expected. Instead of young men and women, they were all in their thirties and forties and almost all of them were wearing business suits. They looked like lawyers or stockholders.

In contrast, we looked like sluts. We were given nearly transparent white half-shirts that barely came down over our breasts. Well, they didn't come down over my breasts completely, and they didn't come down over Felicia and Cynthia's massive chests. The bottom curves of our tits were visible no matter how much I tugged the shirt down.

The shorts weren't much better. They were ragged denim cut-offs that had been sheared so short that they might as well have been underwear. As for underwear, we weren't allowed any. We also didn't have any shoes or even stockings. Bare legs, tight shorts and half-shirts made it very clear that we were on display. The only bit of dignity we were given were these tiny black masks that they stage-glued to our faces. We looked like Zorro's whores.

The lights dimmed and the audience began to clap. A spotlight appeared on the opposite side of the stage and two men appeared. They were incredible. Tall, tanned and oiled, they were shaped like body-builders. Black hoods covered their heads and black leather pants adorned their legs. Anywhere else they might have looked silly but to us six half-naked women, they were intimidating as hell.

The two hooded men stepped apart and a woman came out of the curtains between them. The crowd roared in approval at her appearance. I could see why. She was easily six feet tall and that was before you add in the stiletto heels. The woman was a brunette, her long hair cascading down over her bare shoulders. She wore a black leather corset that pushed both of her tits up on a shelf. Her nipples were exposed and everyone could see her silver stud piercings. Black stockings covering her legs and a black leather thong barely covered her crotch. I had no doubt this dominatrix was going to be our host.

"It's time to play 'Fuck you, bitch!" the woman yelled. "I am your hostess, the cruelest bitch of them all, Mistress Claudia!"

At this point I really regretted fucking her husband yesterday. She appeared to be the kind of woman who took that kind of thing personally. At the thought of Anthony's cock between my thighs, I had a guilty shiver. At least it had been worth it.

"With me as always are my two assistants, Agony and Bliss!" Mistress Claudia said. The two hooded men knelt at her side. She sat down on their shoulders and crossed her legs.

"Who are our contestants today?" Mistress Claudia asked.

Anthony's voice came over a speaker and I recognized him immediately. It was the same confident tone, free of that over-dramatic affectation some announcers had.

"First is Tonya. She's a divorce' whose husband emptied their bank account."

I winced. That was me in a nutshell. Once again I vowed to pay Harold back somehow for this humiliation.

"Next is Jeanie, a college student who wants to ditch school and party the rest of her life."

"Pam is a stripper willing to give it her all to retire from the brass poles and bad music."

"Next is Shawna, an athlete looking for sponsorship to train for the next Olympics."

"Felicia is a busty Texan girl looking for a ticket to the easy life."

And finally, Cynthia's parents divorced and left their little girl with no money for college."

"How sad," Mistress Claudia said. The audience chuckled. She smiled at us, a cold smile that told us she was going to enjoy this.

"The rules are simple," Mistress Claudia said. "I'll present a challenge. The bitches will vote on the woman least likely to complete the challenge. The bitch with the most votes will succeed or fail at the test. If you win, you can eliminate one of the bitches that voted for you. If you fail, you go to the Bitch-Wheel!"

She pointed upwards and the spotlights revealed a strange contraption. It was a huge wheel with straps and chains hanging from it like some sort of bondage chandelier. The wheel was lowered down to about ten feet off the ground and slowly turned. There were places for five girls.

"Let's reveal the first challenge!" Mistress Claudia said. She stood up and the hooded men walked over to a set of curtains. They pulled them back to reveal a platform and a perverse machine. The machine was a simple box but it had a long pole pointing away from it with a dildo on the end. The platform had a bench and several straps on it.

"We call this the 'Ass-inator'," Mistress Claudia said. "It's the finest in anal sex machines. The bitch will be strapped in with the Ass-inator in their ass. I'll ask the bitch ten easy questions. For each one she gets wrong, the speed will be increased on the Ass-inator. Get five questions right and you win. Get five wrong and you go to the Bitch-Wheel!"

"Bitches, vote for who gets fucked first!"

The podium in front of me had a light pen and one of those touch monitors. This was an easy choice. Yesterday at lunch, Cynthia was the one most horrified by the butt-plug. I wrote her name down and smiled. It didn't pay to be inexperienced on this show and it didn't pay to be nice. Lucky for me, I was neither.

"Let's reveal the votes," Mistress Claudia said. "Tonya, let's start with you."

I pressed a button and my choice was revealed.

"Cynthia," I said.

"Cynthia," Jeanie agreed.

"Cynthia," Pam agreed.

"Doesn't look good, Cynthia," Mistress Claudia laughed. "Shawna?"

"Jeanie," Shawna said.

"Cynthia," Felecia said.

"Damn it!" Cynthia said as she revealed that I was her choice was her choice. I would have been annoyed except that being picked was a better revenge. Who knew why she picked me, but it wasn't going to matter.

"Well, well," Mistress Claudia said. "Cynthia, you're first but let's find out why. Felicia why did you vote for Cynthia?"

"Because yesterday, she was the one who hated the idea of anal sex the most," Felecia said. The black girl smiled smugly, as if she was going to be rewarded for paying attention.

"And how about you, Jeanie?"

"I voted for her because with her ass that big, I figure it would be funny to watch," Jeanie said.

The audience laughed while Cynthia blushed. I almost laughed but I kept quiet. I was here to win but there was no reason to make enemies until someone was safely eliminated.

"What about you, Shawna? Why did you vote for Jeanie?"

The tomboy shrugged. "I don't like blondes."

"Good reason," Mistress Claudia mocked. "Pain, Bliss? Prepare Cynthia!"

The two hooded men grabbed Cynthia by the arms and pulled her toward the Ass-inator. With a quick tug, they pulled her shorts off. The chubby girl was stoic as they helped her onto the platform and bent her over the bench. Her hands were secured next to her hips, which left her chest hanging off the edge of the bench. I'm sure that was deliberate. The hooded men spread her legs wide to the cheers of the crowd. They gave the audience a minute to appreciate Cynthia's round ass before locking down her ankles. One of the hooded men guided the Ass-inator to the platform while the other hooded man placed it at her anus. The machine squirted something slippery at Cynthia's ass and then plunged in. Cynthia cried out as the plastic phallus entered her but it wasn't an unpleasant scream.

"The Ass-inator provides its own lube," Mistress Claudia said. She was standing by Cynthia and signaled for a monitor to descend from the ceiling. Cynthia was turned so that the audience could see her front while the monitor gave the view from the camera mounted on the Ass-inator. In other words, we got a huge view of Cynthia's big ass on the screen.

"Turn the dial to One!" Mistress Claudia announced.

A hooded man turned a dial and the Ass-inator began to fuck Cynthia. In and out like a piston, the dildo rammed Cynthia's ass. The girl tried to struggle but Pain and Bliss did their jobs well. She wasn't going anywhere. She needed to relax. The speed was kind slow, like a long lazy fuck.

"First question, Cynthia," Mistress Claudia said. The dominatrix hostess pulled out some cards from her corset top. "How many women are competing in tonight's game?"

Cynthia didn't answer right away. The Ass-inator was opening parts of her that had never been opened before. In and out on the big screen, we watched it ram her round ass. Cynthia's eyes flashed to us and I smiled as I saw her count us.

"Five?" Cynthia asked in a whine.

The audience laughed. "Oh, you poor slut. You forgot to include yourself," Mistress Claudia said. "Turn it to Two!"

The Ass-inator picked up speed and now Cynthia's tits were jiggling under her tight shirt from the impacts. Cynthia cried out again and this time there was a note of panic in her voice. Mistress Claudia let the audience enjoy a few moments of Cynthia's tits bouncing before asking the next question.

"Cynthia, what is twenty-three divided by seven?"

"Oh, oh, oh," Cynthia moaned before saying "three!"

"There you go; you got one!" Mistress Cynthia said.

"What is your city of birth?"

"Oh fuck!" Cynthia said after a second's thought.

"Wrong!" Mistress Claudia said.

"That wasn't my answer!" Cynthia said.

"Listen, bitch," Mistress Claudia said. "I'm taking your first answer so live with it. Push it to Three!"

Cynthia groaned loudly but I didn't notice any difference in speed. Looking at the screen, I realized that the dildo in her ass had expanded. Now her ass was being stretched as the relentless machine fucked her.

"Two more wrong and you go to the Bitch-Wheel," the hostess warned. "Cynthia, who was the first president of the United States?"

Cynthia bit her lip to keep from crying out. The Ass-inator wasn't even slowing down. The thick shaft fucked her ass without mercy.

"George Washington!" Cynthia cried out.

The audience was audibly disappointed.

"You are correct. Next question, what is the twelve letter in the alphabet?"

Cynthia's eyes clenched as she thought. "K?"

"No, it's 'L'," Mistress Claudia said.

"Shit!" Cynthia moaned.

"That's right. Turn it to Four!"

Now the Ass-inator was moving at a nasty speed. It was slamming so hard into Cynthia, that shockwaves were visible on her chubby ass. Her ass was constantly rippling from the impacts. Cynthia's tits were jiggling so fast that her shirt started to ride up her chest. Mistress Claudia pointed to them with her hand in case any one missed it.

"One more wrong answer and you're finished," Mistress Claudia said. Cynthia's entire body was rocking so hard form the thrusts; I'm not sure if she was even listening. If it wasn't for being humiliated in front of camera crews and a live audience, I think I would have enjoyed the experience. By the way Cynthia's face was contorting, I wasn't sure if she wasn't enjoying herself too.

"Cynthia, what are the names of my two assistants?"

Cynthia bit her lip again. Damn, I wasn't sure I remembered. How was Cynthia going to remember with that big dildo pummeling her ass?

"Pain and Bliss!" Cynthia cried out. Then she had a orgasm. It was unmistakable. The big girl shuddered and tensed up as the uncaring machine continued its punishing pace. Her mouth hung open for a second until her head dropped in exhaustion.

"You are correct!" Mistress Claudia said. "Try to stay focus, slut. This is the last question. You win or lose on this one question. What is your middle name?"

This was a good question. Could Cynthia even remember? Her ass was being fucked for the first time, she had her first anal orgasm and she was being humiliated for the enjoyment of millions. On the big screen, we could all see the monster dildo that was pounding her ass. Could she remember her own name much less her middle name?

"Elizabeth!" Cynthia cried out.

"Correct! Turn off the machine and help her up!" Mistress Claudia said. Pain and Bliss moved instantly. They turned off the machine and Claudia moaned lewdly as they pulled the machine out of her ass. When they unstrapped her, she couldn't stand on her own at first.

"Very good, slut," Mistress Claudia said. "Now who do you want to eliminate in your place?"

Cynthia didn't have to think about it. "Jeanie! Because she said I had a fat ass!"

"Excellent choice!" the hostess said. "Pain, Bliss, take Jeanie to the Bitch-Wheel!"

The hooded men ran towards us and grabbed the tiny blonde. Efficiently they stripped her down to nothing. The crowd cheered as her naked body was revealed and they cheered louder as she was picked up and carried to the Bitch-Wheel.

At the wheel, the hooded men fixed her into a kind of cradle. They strapped her hands first, so that her arms were pulled up to the wheel. Then they tied her ankles to separate chains. The chains spread her legs so that her crotch was on open display. The legs were on the outside rim of the wheel, so that her bare sex was facing the audience. She was suspended in the air by the chains but I noticed that the arms chains were shorter, so that her chest would be higher and she would have a clear view of the game. Good, she can watch me win.

Cynthia walked very slowly back to her podium. The chubby girl could take the punishment if she had to. I kept that in mind. On the other hand, she would certainly fail another contest after that pounding, wouldn't she?

"One down," Mistress Claudia said. She ran her hand down her backside and gave her bare ass a hard slap with her hand. "The next challenge is called 'Suck it Down'. One lucky, randomly selected member of our audience will come on stage and get his cocked sucked by one of you. If you can get him to climax in less than five minutes, than you win. If you fail, then it's off to the Bitch-Wheel. Okay, bitches, start voting!"

Five minutes? It seemed possible under normal conditions but with a stranger picked from the audience? In front of everyone? I felt a woman could do it, but the hard part was getting the guy to climax in front of a crowd. I felt like this was my chance to eliminate Pam.

"Now we'll see who you bitches voted for," Mistress Claudia said. "Tonya?"

"Pam," I said.

Pam cut me a dirty look. "Shawna," she said.

"Felicia," Shawna said.

"Shawna," Felicia said.

"Two votes for Shawna and one vote for Pam and Felicia," the hostess said. "Cynthia, it looks like you get the final word as well as resting your ass. Who did you pick?"

"Tonya," Cynthia said.

"Oh, tough luck, Shawna," Mistress Claudia said. There was no sympathy in her voice. "Let's find out why. Felicia, why did you vote for Shawna?"

"Yesterday, the girl couldn't even get a dildo in her mouth," Felicia explained. "I bet she hasn't even had a dick in her mouth. In fact, I bet she's a muff-muncher."

"You bitch!" Shawna screamed.

"Now, now Shawna," Mistress Claudia said. "Save your jaw muscles."

The audience laughed and I saw that Felicia smiled at the attention. This girl was not shy. I filed that away for future use.

"What about you, Tonya? Why did you vote for Pam?" the dominatrix asked.

I shrugged. "Someone has to go," I said. I wasn't going to tell them the truth. This was money we were playing for!

The beautiful dominatrix faced the crowd as one of the hooded men ran up to her with a basket. Pulling a piece of paper out of a pile of paper, Mistress Claudia read a number off the paper. A member of the audience stood up and everyone applauded. The other hooded man pushed what looked like a throne to the center of the stage while the audience member came on down.

"What's your name?" Mistress Claudia asked. "Just your first name, please."

"Philip," the man said. He was brusque and it fit his clothes. His suit was brown but very expensive. Balding and with a slight gut, he didn't look like the kind of man who could ever get a blowjob from someone as physical as Shawna. Philip looked like he was conducting an audit instead of participating in free sex.

"Let me explain the rules, Philip," Mistress Claudia said. "You'll sit here and if you can survive five minutes without a climax, you'll have you ticket price refunded."

"The entire amount?" he asked. His eyes were bright and interested.

"The entire amount."

"Then let's get started," Philip said.

"My kind of man!" Mistress Claudia said. "Take off your pants and sit down while I talk to Shawna. Shawna, are you ready to suck cock?"

Shawna looked down at Philip's crotch and wrinkled her nose. The man had a massive amount of gray pubic hair. His cock wasn't half bad though, it was already swelling to a decent size.

"Can I take off my shirt first?" Shawna asked.

The crowd roared.

"I like your spirit, slut," Mistress Claudia said. She nodded and Shawna whipped her top off. The crowd clapped and I was impressed as well. Her breasts weren't nearly as small as I thought. They were quite decent but Shawna's large and muscled frame just made her breasts look out of proportion.

"Of course, we can't let you use your hands," Mistress Claudia said. One of the hooded men handcuffed Shawna's hands behind her back. Philip just grinned as the bound girl kneeled before him.

"Can I use my hands?" Philip asked.

Claudia nodded. "You just aren't allowed to push her away. Ready Shawna? Then get set, and GO!"

Shawna dived on the man's hard cock. She tilted her head got his member into her lips and started to suck him into her. A camera mounted on the throne projected a view of Shawna's face onto the huge television monitor for the audience to enjoy.

I was staring at her back. Good God, she had too many muscles on her back! The muscles moved under her tanned skin as she moved her head and I knew if this was a test of strength, she could beat all of us. Her hands pulled at the handcuffs, causing the muscles in her biceps and shoulders to tense and bulge. I did not want her angry with me.

Meanwhile, Shawna was sucking, and I do not mean literally. All she had was the tip of the guy's cock in her mouth. Maybe her tongue was flicking over him but that wouldn't be enough. The brunette needed to go down on him and even the audience knew this.

"Deep-throat! Deep-throat!" the audience chanted.

Shawna closed her eyes and tried to go further down Philip's cock. She only moved an inch or two before having to pull up. The crowd groaned as she barely went down on him. Philip groaned too and I wasn't sure if he was hoping to win or get off. I doubt he knew either.

We watched the time count down as Shawna struggled with her poor oral skills. At one point, she took him out of her mouth and tried licking his cock. The crowd cheered as her tongue snaked along the length of his cock. Philip was shivering but I knew it wouldn't be enough. If I were there, I would have him popping down my throat by now. She was just teasing him.

Philip must have thought so too, because he moaned and reached down for her breasts. Shawna's body froze as his fingers wrapped around her nipples. She cried out as his fingers sunk into her soft tits. Her body might have been hard but her tits were as soft as any woman's.

"One minute, Shawna!" Mistress Claudia said.

Still groaning, Shawna sucked his cock back into her mouth. Now she really gave it her all. Inch by inch, she slowly descended his cock. Philip clenched his eyes and I thought she might have had him right there. Her cheeks were caving in as she sucked with all her might. Shawna's young face was buried in his gray hair and still she sucked. Behind her small mask, her eyes were shut as her tongue did whatever final tricks she knew.

The audience began to whistle as Shawna's ass began to move. I wasn't sure what she was trying to do. Maybe her legs were tired and she just needed to move them. Maybe she thought Philip would see her muscular buttocks and get turned on. It didn't matter; the audience just loved to watch.

"Five!" Mistress Claudia counted down.

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Stop!" Mistress Claudia pulled Shawna roughly by her hair and removed the girl's mouth from Philip's cock.

"Are you close, Philip?" Mistress Claudia demanded.

"Fuck, yes," Philip said. He was gasping.

"You have ten more seconds to climax, but you'll have to use your own hands. Let it be said that no one in my audience goes away unhappy!"

Phillip began stroking immediately as Mistress Claudia held Shawna's between his knees. I hope Shawna learned something by his strokes. A blowjob has to move. It didn't take him five seconds to explode a small stream of white. It missed Shawna's face, but it landed on her twisted nipples. How do I know? Because the camera on the throne zoomed in to prove it.

"To the Bitch-Wheel with you, Shawna," Mistress Claudia said.

Shawna tried to struggle out of spite but it was useless. The hooded men were able to hold her easily and in no time, they had her stripped of her shorts and loaded into another harness. Her powerful legs were spread and her shaved sex was now on display for every one to see. They didn't bother to clean her cum-covered chest.

"That was sad," Mistress Claudia laughed. "You voted wisely, bitches. Now for the next contest!" The dominatrix ran her hands through her hair and gave her long brown hair a good shake. It mesmerized the male audience so well that they didn't notice what the hooded men were bringing till it was already out.

Pain and Bliss brought forth a mechanical bull and began to lie out mats. Oh shit.

"You guessed it," Mistress Claudia said. "I call this game, 'Ride it Slut!' and it's always a favorite. Take a look at the pink saddle. It vibrates. Stay on this fucking bronco for three minutes and you survive. Fall and you'll land on the Bitch-Wheel! Now vote!"

This felt bad. Sexual skills were things I had no fear of but staying on that? No fucking way. Besides, I got the fuck of the year yesterday from Anthony. My thighs were still tingling from that fuck and I don't think I would survive this.

"Tonya, what is your vote?" Mistress Claudia said.

"Cynthia," I said. Let's face it; the girl was too big to hang on to anything.

"Tonya," Pam said.

"Pam," Felicia said.

"Looks like you get the deciding vote, Cynthia. What did you pick?"

"Tonya," Cynthia said.

Fuck!

"Why Tonya?" Mistress Claudia asked. "You've voted for her every time."

Cynthia smiled. "She reminds me of the mother of an old boyfriend."

The audience laughed while I ground my teeth. Stupid bitch. This was for a million dollars and she was just voting from preference?

"What about you, Pam, why did you vote for Tonya?" Mistress Claudia asked.

"Because that looks like a young woman's game," Pam said. The audience laughed. "Plus, Tonya's chest might knock her out on that bull."

The audience laughed again and I nearly blushed but I was too pissed. Pain and Bliss came to get me and I tried to appear calm as they walked me to the bull. They removed my shirt and my shorts and I even did a little hip wiggle for the audience. They seemed to like it. There was no harm in getting them on my side. After Shawna's sculpted body, I think they were glad to see some curves.

Pain and Bliss helped me up to the bull and I was pleasantly surprised to find that the pink saddle was warm. They put a leather collar around my neck and then a leather band around my right wrist. My wrist was cuffed to my collar with no room to spare. It kept my arm up and gave every one a nice view of my d-cup tits. One of the hooded men placed my hand on the saddle horn and I gripped it as hard as I could.

"Remember, Tonya, stay on for three minutes and squeeze those thighs!" Mistress Claudia said. With her back turned to the audience, she puckered and blew me a kiss. I did not like the cruel look in her eyes. Somehow, I knew that she knew I had fucked her husband and I don't think she was happy.

I just nodded and the bull started to move. There was no fucking warning at all! My thighs clench around the wide bull as the saddle began to vibrate. Wow, those were powerful vibrations! The entire saddle didn't vibrate; just the center strip where my pussy was sitting. Despite danger, the vibrations felt kind of good.

I gripped the saddle horn harder as the bull did its first twist. My breasts went flying and the audience cheered. The bull twisted again and started to buck. I started to squeal as the twists picked up in speed. Christ! The mechanical bull was savage. Every time the bull changed directions, my breasts were the last to know and the crowd loved to see my large tits go a jiggling. I wasn't as amused. When my breasts slapped together, or fell hard against my chest, it was painful and it almost knocked the wind from me. Pam might have been right, my breasts might very well knock me out!

The big screen gave a running image of my chest. Well, from the glimpses I could see, at least I was providing a show. I hope those sick fucks enjoyed it!

My pussy tingled as the vibrations increased. I nearly bent over as my seating moved and my clit pressed hard against the vibrations. My mouth popped open as the pleasant vibrations shook me. It was far better than any vibrator I ever owned and I knew I was going to climax on this insane stage.

The bull shook to the left and I cried out. The bull moved up and down and my pussy was pressed hard against the vibrations. My thighs were as tight as steel around the bull thought my toes were starting to curl. The sound of my breasts slapping together seemed to be impossibly loud and I knew every slap was being recorded for the enjoyment of the home audience.

"One minute!" Mistress Claudia yelled.

One minute? I couldn't believe it. I was getting so turned on that I hadn't even paid attention. My back was killing me from all the twisting, the bucking and the sudden turns. My breasts were sore and my nipples were harder than I wanted to admit. My ass was being punished from all the quick movements and was becoming very tender.

But worse of all this was the tingling between my thighs. Maybe it was just all that power I was feeling but I was so terribly horny. My pussy was plastered against the vibrating seat and every twist and turn was just rubbing me back and forth across the saddle.

"Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum," I whispered.

It happened anyway. My thighs tightened and my back froze as pleasure fired through out my body. The climax ht me so hard, I lost my grip on the saddle horn. There was a breathless split second as I started to fall backwards before I got my grip back. The audience was silent in that moment but then roared as I saved myself from falling off. In the back of my mind, it was like being congratulated for my climax.

I didn't care; I was just riding the bull to my next orgasm. Just as I could feel the second one coming, the bull slowed down. First I moaned, but then I realized how fucking exhausted I was. I felt like I had been gangbanged by a pack of cowboys.

"Very good, Tonya!" Mistress Claudia said. Pain and Bliss helped me down and gave me my clothes back. I couldn't stand, much less get dressed. They had to hold me up as the audience cheered.

"Take a look at the seat!" Mistress Claudia laughed. The camera zoomed and the big, wide wet streak on the saddle was projected onto the overhead monitor. I could feel my cheeks burn as I blushed.

"Since you won, Tonya, who will you hang on the Bitch-wheel in your place?" the dominatrix asked.

Cynthia had it in for me. Pam was a threat and Felicia liked the crowd. I wanted to get rid of the stripper girl but I started to think about the next game. If Cynthia keeps voting for me, Felecia would be smart enough to vote with her and I would have to face a second challenge. Shit, I could barely stand. I had to save myself.

"Cynthia!" I said.

"Take her away, boys!" Mistress Claudia said.

Cynthia glared at me as she was led away. That was fine with me. Bliss and Pain stripped her and loaded her fat ass onto the wheel. Her wide thighs were spread for the entertainment of the audience who whistled at her hanging butt.

"Just three left, bitches," Mistress Claudia said. She played with one of the silver studs on her nipple. "Now we have a test of your tolerance to pain. We call this one, 'T and A', and its always a crowd favorite."

The hooded men rolled out a simple doorframe. There were shackles on the ground and hoops on the bar on top. They gave the doorway a spin, and it was clear that the bottom was like a Lazy- Susan. What really got my attention was when Pain and Bliss picked up two paddles and two short whips. The whips had multiple lashes and as they took practice swings, you could hear the lashes cut the air.

"It's a simple game," Mistress Claudia said. "The bitch will have to stand in the arch. Pain and Bliss will have five minutes to whip her into shape. As long as she holds onto the hoops above her for the full five minutes, she wins. It's a game of a bitch versus paddles and floggers. Let go of the hoops, and you go to the Bitch-Wheel!"

I couldn't even think straight. I was a little dizzy and very turned on. I could feel my hard nipples strain against the short tank top I wore and my shorts were becoming soaked from my pussy. I just wrote down a name and tried to stand.

"Felicia," I said.

"Felicia," Pam said.

"Fuck you both!" Felicia snapped. Her answer was Pam.

"Why Felicia, Pam?" Mistress Claudia asked.

"She hated the paddle we played with yesterday," Pam said. "It seemed like an easy choice."

I had forgotten that. Shit I was losing it. I'm just glad I had time to recover while Felecia suffered.

"You get five minutes of Hell, Felicia, but look on the bright side. You're only five minutes away from being a finalist!" Mistress Claudia said.

This didn't make Felicia feel any better. Pain and Bliss stripped her in their usual efficient manner. The crowd whistled as her big brown breasts were revealed. I felt a tinge of jealousy; she was still so firm. Her breasts were still high and didn't sag and flop like mine.

Felicia stepped into the arch and the hooded men locked her ankles down tightly. She reached above her and grabbed the hoops. They adjusted the height of the hoops so that she was almost on her tips toes. One of the hooded men ran his flogger over her black bush and Felicia shivered.

"Five minutes!" Mistress Claudia said. "Starting now!"

The one behind Felecia started first, swinging his studded paddle down hard on the round ass before him. Felicia screamed like she was being killed and the audience only laughed.

"Oh, a screamer!" Mistress Claudia said. She was right. Three more paddle swings brought forth three more piercing screams. The overhead monitor showed a great huge picture of her ass and we watched as her cheeks clenched after every blow.

"Get in there, Bliss, and give her something to scream about!" Mistress Claudia said.

The hooded man swung his flogger at the dark breasts and Felecia screamed even louder. Bright pink stripes instantly appeared on her round tits. Bliss didn't even pause. He swung his flogger in a backhand motion that caught the other side of Felecia's tits. Back and forth he painted Felicia's tits with bright stripes on her dark skin.

This didn't mean that Pain stopped paddling. While Felicia's tits were whipped, the powerful hooded man continued to spank her round ass. The young woman twisted in her bounds but her grip just tightened on the hoops. Felicia wasn't giving up without a fight.

"Give her a spin," Mistress Claudia commanded.

The hooded men gave the arch one spin and Felicia twirled. Now the flogger landed on her ass while Pain used his paddle lightly on her tits. The audience applauded as the paddle flattened her brown tits against her body. The paddle was used almost gently but Felicia still screamed. Maybe the welts from the flogger were still hurting. More likely, she was just a screaming bitch.

Back and forth the doorway spun and Felicia was never given a moment's rest. The audience preferred it when the paddle landed on her ass. They liked the loud smacks that echoed from the stage. They also preferred the sight of the flogger decorating her breasts. Her massive endowment worked to her disadvantage; providing so much surface area for the cruel flogger. The dozens of lashes bit across her skin and I could tell that the nipples were the favorite targets.

"Two minutes!" Mistress Claudia said. Felecia's eyes popped open in fear. Apparently, she thought more time had passed. I could see the disbelief in her eyes. Although the hooded men began to slow down, the young woman was twisting on her tiptoes even when they weren't striking her.

Around she was spun again and as the flogger fell once more on her now red ass, Felicia finally let go. She released the hoops and would have dropped to her knees if the hooded men hadn't caught her. The audience groaned in disappointment but I let out the breath I had been holding. I looked at Pam and I saw her chest deflate with released tension as well.

"Oh well," Mistress Claudia said. That was all there was to say. Pain and Bliss dropped their toys and picked Felecia up. She was already naked and she was quickly hoisted onto the wheel. Her dark legs were spread and the bright pink of her ass almost glowed.

"Two bitches left and one showdown left to play," Mistress Claudia said. The tall woman ran her hands down the sides of her corset and smiled at the audience. "Are you ready to see who is the final bitch to be fucked?"

The audience screamed their approval. These were not the polite gentlemen and executives who had first arrived. They were vocal and horny; the games only serving to excite their lusts.

Two beds descended from the ceilings without a word of warning, the two hooded men stripped off their leather pants. Fuck! They were as hung as they were muscular. So much for that myth. Both of them climbed onto a different bed and spread their arms and legs out. They hooked their hands on the rails of the headrest.

"This game is simple," Mistress Claudia said. "The first one to get her lover to climax wins. There is no time limit and the only rule is that we have to see semen. Tonya, you take the bed on the right and Pam, you take the bed on the left. To give you a hand, I'll even let you strip first."

That wasn't much of an advantage. I got undressed quickly while Pam took her time. The Asian stripped took a long time to remove her shirt and shorts but by the time she was done, she had the complete attention of the audience. They stared at her short dark hair and her bare sex as well as admiring her very curvy body. She was tiny in height but she would never be mistaken for a teenager in that body.

"Bitches, start fucking!" Mistress Claudia said.

I climbed onto the bed and winced. My thighs were still sore from the bull ride. That was okay. My mouth was just fine. On all fours I climbed over his leg and picked up his cock with my mouth. Right into my lips I slipped him and unlike Shawna, I took him deep into my mouth.

The hooded man groaned and I wondered if he was pain or bliss. I ran my hands over his body as I sucked him and I couldn't believe how hard his muscles were. My ex-husband never had a body like this. My fingernails scraped his skin as I dragged my hands and I felt his cock twitch between my lips. Chuckling with a full cock in my mouth, I continued to scrape him as I sucked him.

I looked across to Pam and saw she was going right in for the kill. The tiny Asian girl was impaled on her hooded man's cock and was squatting on his hips. Her hands gripped his chest as her hips moved back and forth in a dancer's twirl. I felt jealous again as I remembered how easy it was to move your hips when you were young. I wasn't decrepit but fuck, Pam's speed and flexibility was something I could only dream about now.

Fuck her. I continued to suck my hooded man. I rubbed my breasts against his thick thigh as my head bobbed up and down. Deep into my throat I took him as my tongue danced over him. My fingers dug harder against his ribs until the silent man began growl a long moan. The bed shook as his hands pulled at the headboard.

Across from us, Pam was slamming herself down onto her hooded man. Their bed shook as the tiny girl fucked him. The dark wings of her hair were flying around her face and her ripe breasts were jiggling worse than mine did on the mechanical bull. She was assaulting her helpless man and the crowd loved every moment of it.

God, she was getting me hot too. I didn't trust myself to sit on his cock, especially as sore as my ass was. A thought came to mind. With his cock still in my mouth, I turned around and straddled his chest. The crowd cheered as I lowered my pussy down to the prone man's hooded face. There wasn't an opening for his mouth but that was all right. I just sat on his face and rubbed myself against the rough cloth of his hood. I kept sucking his cock with my usual vigor but now I was facing the audience. I could see their stares and feel their eyes on me as my cheeks bulged with the man's cock.

I had to admit, I loved having them stare at me. It made me feel like I was just as attractive as Pam. My hips begun to move as my desire built. I felt sexy. I felt beautiful. I felt like someone worth spending too much money just to watch me suck a cock. My pussy felt alive as I pushed it harder and harder against my man's hood. Up and down I fucked his face while my mouth still sucked his large cock.

My orgasm was a delight. As the crowd watched, my eyes rolled and my thighs gripped my man's head. I moaned with the cock still in my mouth and the vibrations played through his shaft. My man cried out for the first time that night and I felt the splash of his salty ejaculation. In the throes of bliss, I wasn't thinking as I swallowed his first seed. Only when I felt his hands pulling my thighs apart did I remember.

"Claudia!" I yelled and when the dominatrix approached me, I stuck my tongue out. The white semen in my mouth was broadcast on the overhead monitor.

"We have a winning bitch!" Mistress Claudia said.

Pam looked over and disbelief was plain on her face. I couldn't believe I let this little girl intimidate me. Sure, she had speed and youth, but the girl thought she could fuck her way to victory? The poor girl was too young to have any style. It made me wonder if Harold will ever realize that.

"Bliss, get your lazy ass up and take her to the Bitch-Wheel!" Mistress Claudia commanded. The hooded man pushed Pam off of him and dragged her to the wheel. She completed the set of five girls with their spread legs.

"Tonya, congratulations on your million dollar prize!" Mistress Claudia said. "Would you like to hang around for the victory lap?" Her whole demeanor had changed. The smile she gave me was genuine and the hand she placed on my shoulder was inviting instead of commanding.

"What's the victory lap?" I asked.

One of the hooded men approached us with two strange belts. The belts had long black dildoes attached to the front and as the dominatrix put hers on, I realized it was a strap-on.

"This is the part of the show where I fuck the losers on the Bitch-Wheel," Mistress Claudia said. She was rubbing her strap-on attachment like a cock and she looked eager to use it.

"Only if you have another one," I said.

As the audience cheered, Mistress Claudia laughed and said something to me that was too low for the audience to hear.

"Anthony was right, I do like you. Ever wanted a career in game shows? We have other games that we run."

I laughed. "Ask me after we fuck the girls on the Bitch-Wheel," I said. I wanted to make sure that abusing young women was as fun as I imagined it to be before answering.

I suspected that it would.

The End

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