Avery and Kimi's First Cropgasm Challenge (Avery & Amelia Pt 5)

[Mr. Smith]

(Avery narrates)

The bailiffs escorted some new girls’ fresh from receiving their circle star brands into our cell turning them over to Hannah who gave them their instructions for the evening. Then a grinning Hannah was leading Kimi by the hand towards me as I stood up. Kimi let out a loud squeal, ran towards me, threw herself into my arms, and broke down crying. I just held my sobbing friend until she started calming down wondering how she had ended up in this situation.

“My Princess,” she whispered her nickname for me in my ear.

It broke the tension and we both started giggling when she said it. Hearing those words, I knew she was all cried out and helped her sit on my bed.

“I have never had a day like this before. It is really good to see a friendly face,” she smiled, shedding a few more tears as I held her hand.

“Yeah, this place definitely gives you a rude awakening,” I replied thinking back over my experiences of the last two days.

“I just shed tears of anguish and joy just now. That motto is so prophetic for the life of a slave. I think I am beginning to understand what it means,” Kimi said, while looking towards my Mom who just nodded with a small smile.

Hannah took over at that point, assisted by my Mom, with both insisting that she eat her dinner to keep up her strength. The look on her face when she tasted her first mouthful of slave kibble was priceless. I started laughing as Mom gave me a dirty look while warning Kimi not to spit it out. I explained my chew, swallow, and wash it down with water process and she made quick work of her slave kibble. While she ate, Hanna explained how things worked in the jail, the daily routine, and what to expect regarding atonement sessions and punishments.

Then Kimi and I exchanged our stories concerning how we ended up in jail together looking forward to years of slavery. Kimi was shocked to learn that Mom volunteered to do the thirty days with me to prevent my felony conviction and sale as a pleasure slut for three years. Giving me a dirty look, she told me that I owed Mom a debt of gratitude that I could never repay while hugging Mom. Kimi really made me feel small because she was so right. Somehow, I had to make this up to my mother.

Kimi explained her mother’s illness, the bounced tuition check that led to her felony prosecution and her diversion, which included the two-year indenture that would more than pay off her debt. I almost asked Kimi why she did not ask me for help with the money but knew that bringing it up now would be like rubbing salt in an open wound. Kimi always had an independent streak and her pride probably prevented her from asking.

Then it became interesting when Kimi asked Mom if she knew an attorney named Sharon Price who had represented her in court. Mom nodded yes, explaining that Ms. Price often did some legal work for her and that they were both Broadstone graduates. Kimi went on to describe the Zoom conference with Lynne Davidson, who I recognized as a good friend of Mom’s, and the other women while Mom listened intently. When Kimi was done, Mom indicated with a smile that it looked like the two of us would be attending Broadstone together. I was elated hearing this news. It would be so much easier doing this with a friend.

Hannah and Mom introduced Kimi to the self-hypnosis training designed to raise our arousal level so that we were wet and ready to please a master while also enabling us to achieve more orgasms ourselves. This was particularly important for our atonement sessions. Almost every night during our stay in the jail, we would spend at least an hour with Hannah and Mom perfecting this technique.

I had always known that Kimi was sexually submissive, especially after our first tryst freshman year when I tied her up with my golden lasso. Both Hannah and Mom also recognized this in her and they moved the conversation into a discussion of how Kimi, as a true submissive like Hannah, could use this technique they were teaching us to enter into a sexual subspace only attainable by submissives.

Now this got interesting as I learned that this psychological subspace was something that some natural submissives often instinctively sought out and could enter a sort of altered consciousness, which involved a sense of floating euphoria, uncontrolled ecstasy, and reduced sensitivity to pain.

Hannah described it as, “a delicious, floaty, blissed-out headspace that a submissive sometimes reaches where pleasure and pain are all rather intermingled into a blissful joyful state of mind.”

For a submissive, a slow buildup of pain, humiliation, fear of pain or simple domination can create an endorphin cascade, which can tip the submissive into this subspace. When the session ends, the submissive is often exhausted and overwhelmed with emotions. They warned that this post session drop could be dangerous without proper aftercare.

Remembering back to the sex Kimi and I had after our last triathlon where she was in a detached blissful state climaxing like crazy, as I fucked her with my strapon, she even begged me to fuck her ass that was a first for me. Previously when I forced the issue she would whimper and submit until she got into it. I suspected that the anal sex had been painful but in her altered state Kimi only felt pleasure from the act. Afterwards she had crashed, exhausted and overwhelmed with emotions sobbing in my arms as I held her until she fell asleep.

Both Kimi and I realized that she had been in this subspace that night. I looked at her and saw that she remembered that scene when she started blushing in response to my grin. Hannah and Mom noticed it too so we talked some more about our experiences which was weird hearing Kimi describe her sexual involvement with me in front of my mother. This new openness was something that I became more comfortable with as the days passed.

After listening to Hannah and my own observations of Kimi, a part of me wished I were submissive so that I too could experience subspace. I do enjoy good sex and it just sounded so delicious. It also became clear listening to Mom and Hannah that Mom was not submissive which made me feel better about my future and myself.

Kimi voiced concern about going to Broadstone to become a consort. In her initial research the description of a consort’s life was much better than that of a slave pleasure slut whose body becomes a vessel for someone else’s sexual pleasure. She explained that while attached to her pole after her branding, she realized the significance of this commitment as it was for life. She was debating whether two years as a pleasure slut was the better option but feared how that experience could change her.

On top of this was her concern about her sexuality. What if she is a lesbian? How would that work out?

Mom was great when I had expressed many of the same fears as Kimi earlier today. With Kimi she did it again pulling her into a hug and told her not to worry about that choice while in the jail as it was better addressed later. Right now, we had to worry about getting through the next thirty days. See how you feel about this decision after thirty days in here, advised Mom.

Mom made Kimi promise to be honest with Mom and that she would help Kimi work through this issue when the time came to which she agreed. Mom emphasized that the three of us always had to tell each other how we were feeling about this and it would work out. Finally, she told Kimi that Mom would look out for Kimi as if she was Mom’s own daughter making us all a little teary eyed. I hated that I only learned to appreciate how great my mother was by spending time in jail with her.

Then came one of the hardest things that I had ever done in my life. Hannah had explained that slaves could volunteer to accept part of one inmate’s corporal punishment but there was a catch. It required two inmates to volunteer. For example, if the punishment was twenty cane strikes, which is what we were scheduled for this Saturday, then I could take five blows reducing Mom’s to fifteen while I received twenty-five. The catch was I had to find someone else willing to take the extra five with me and I hoped that someone would be Kimi.

The opportunity arose when Mom went to the bathroom before bed. Kimi and I were sharing the bottom bunk next to Hannah and Mom. She was in my arms when I quickly explained I was trying to protect Mom and made the proposition.

“You want me to do what?” was Kimi’s initial response, quickly followed by “I’ll do it” as we hugged.

We decided to keep our plan a secret from Mom not wanting her to try to stop us. I did not want to deceive Mom but it was the right thing to do, or at least I thought so at the time as we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning came quickly. It felt like I had just fallen asleep and then the lights came on. It was nice starting the day off right with Kimi nestled in my arms but the reality of life as a slave inmate quickly shattered the moment.

A bailiff walked up to Hannah informing her that she needed to get inmates 893 and 894 ready in ten minutes for a chambers session. Hannah informed him that both Mom and I had a medical exemption that limited our availability. Hannah helped me get ready while Kimi watched with a worried look as I presented myself at the cell door. The bailiff cuffed my hands behind my back and led me off to Judge Ledbetter’s chambers.

The bailiff stopped outside the chambers door, instructing me to assume the slave kneel position in front of the judge. He opened the door, ushered me in, following me through the door he locked it behind us.

Judge Ledbetter was not alone. As we entered, he announced that it was intern day with a big grin. Five young men that were law students working as legal interns in the courthouse for the summer were in his chambers. The bailiff advised the judge that I was medically cleared for oral use only until next week and that due to the restriction he was required to remain in the room.

While the judge was not happy to learn of the medical restrictions, he did take the opportunity to brutally facefuck me with my hands cuffed behind my back as I gagged on his large appendage. He started a running narrative while he worked my mouth.

“Boys, the beauty of a slave girl is that you can facefuck them hard and they just take it. Your wife or girlfriend can say no. Men should not have to beg for a blowjob,” stated the judge, as he lodged his cock down my throat holding it in place with me gagging on it, as I could not breathe with my hands cuffed behind my back.

“There is not a thinking mind in this head. A slave girl has no opinion. Look at a slave girl’s mouth as a human fleshlight that you can fuck however, you want,” he said, as he grabbed ahold of my hair, resuming my facefuck as I shed a few tears while inhaling some oxygen.

“The best part about this breathing fleshlight is the self-cleaning function since they swallow all of your cum,” advised the judge, as he blew a load down my throat. “You do not have to worry about your wife or girlfriend making a mess spitting it out.”

Some of the interns started laughing at the judge’s comments. I was not sure, if it was the reference to my “self-cleaning function” or if they had experience with girlfriends awkwardly spitting out their splooge. Regardless, not a drop escaped this slave girl’s lips.

“Gently suck the rest of baby batter out of my cock, I do not want to stain my pants with any leakage,” he directed, as I nursed the last of his juices from his deflating cock.

“Remember boys; when you get your own slave girl you always start the day off right with her morning feeding. It is good for the slave girl’s temperament; it is a daily reminder of her current place in society,” he lectured, pulling his clean cock from my mouth as he pet me on the head like a dog.

Then the eager young men used my mouth with three emulating the judge facefucking me hard. Their little peckers were in the five to six inch range not posing a challenge as they quickly popped in my mouth. My only problem was that two of them had hygiene that was worse than the wranglers that first enslaved me.

The next one asked the bailiff to release my hands and then let me do the work and quickly let loose his load when I tongued his head all while massaging his smelly cock with my hands. With four loads of jizm in my stomach and a dry pussy, I was quickly learning that the life of a slave girl could really suck.

The last intern looked younger, was about 6’2”, gangly with nerdish tendencies, hung slightly larger than the judge was and very polite. He just stood there allowing me to take care of him. I was giving him my best blowjob with one hand massaging his balls and the other synchronized with my mouth; then when I looked up into his beautiful brown eyes time seemed to stop.

My pussy tingled and I had a queasy feeling in my stomach as his eyes captivated me; it felt like I was drowning in his eyes. Next thing I knew I was drowning in his cum as he blew a huge load into my mouth that I swallowed. He had warned me he was about to cum but I was not paying attention until his ropes of splooge filled my mouth snapping me back to reality. I squeezed out the last drops and licked him clean so that he would not stain his pants.

“Thank you for the nice blowjob,” he said with a kind smile as I sat there on my knees blushing with a silly grin on my face as I stared up into those big brown eyes.

I think I may have even licked my lips while gazing up at him. He seemed so earnest with his thanks as if it was his first blowjob ever, I mean he did pop rather quickly with lots of cum so it could have been his first.

“Hey Yalie, you do not thank a cum slut for a blowjob. The only thanks a whore like this gets is wiping your leaking cock on her face. Get her out of here. We have work to do,” advised Judge Ledbetter, bringing me back to reality.

The bailiff hauled me to my feet and quickly cuffed my hands behind my back and led me out of chambers and back to the cell. The rest of the day was uneventful practicing slave yoga, self-hypnosis, learning more about Broadstone from Mom and catching up with Kimi. The following day was a Saturday so there would be no chambers session with the judge, which was nice.

Kimi and I discussed how our newfound status of slaves changed our dreams for the future. The two of us had a bucket list of things to do together. We dreamed of qualifying for the Ironman triathlon in Hawaii hoping to complete it together. After graduating from college, we planned to hike the Inca trail up to Machu Picchu as a present to ourselves. We added visiting Petra after watching an Indiana Jones movie one evening sophomore year.

Neither one of us were even contemplating motherhood anytime soon. Kimi was laser focused on becoming an architect and establishing herself in the industry prior to starting a family. I had not figured out what I wanted to do with my life yet although it looked like I would major in marine biology. We both agreed that when we had children we wanted to take them to the Galapagos Islands together to see the Blue Footed Booby, Frigate bird, iguanas, penguins and all of the other interesting animals.

Now all of our dreams were on hold as we contemplated an uncertain future as slaves. Kimi was still contemplating just doing two years instead of attending Broadstone. We agreed to trust Mom without losing hope. Maybe there would be a way to realize our goals as consorts although it looked doubtful.

Lights came on Saturday morning with Kimi once again in my arms. I could get used to waking up in Kimi’s arms if we were not in a jail cell. We both had a sense of dread as we got out of bed due to our pending caning this evening. After breakfast, Hannah told Kimi that she had an atonement session this afternoon, which only added to the stress. I pulled Hannah aside and asked if I could volunteer for the atonement session with Kimi offering my mouth to service the bailiffs.

That was how I ended up wearing granny panties with a red cross on the ass in the atonement session with Kimi. For three hours, I supported her. I ate a lot of pussy, sucked some cocks, rimmed a few assholes, swallowed a few loads of cum, cleaned some cocks after they blew in one of Kimi’s holes and ate two Kimi-pies all while watching Kimi get her brains fucked out by the bailiffs. It became very clear to me that the bailiffs just wanted to have some good sex; trying to make it fun for you if you cooperated because that also made the sex better for them.

The third girl in our group resisted, even trying to bite one bailiff. She ended up strapped down on the bench for the full three hours with an O-ring gag they had forced in her mouth getting ass fucked and gagging on cocks that had been up her ass. The highlight for the stupid girl was significant quality time with Big Bertha and her very large strapon going back and forth between pounding the crying girl’s ass and then gagging her with it. Big Bertha was a machine and her strapon never got soft.

After the atonement session, it was dinner, yes slave kibble and water again, and then put into a coffle, led out to the punishment arena and strung up to a pole waiting for our caning. Mom found out what was happening when the MC announced that Kimi was taking five additional strokes for Mom. As the crowd cheered, the bailiffs secured Kimi onto the punishment bench and then the beating began.

Our buttocks and thighs looked like one big bruised welt after twenty-five blows. I think the caning was worse than the branding, as the pain just got worse and worse with each subsequent strike. There was no numbing cream applied right away either so we had to stand attached to our pole while our ass and thighs throbbed in pain until every inmate had received their caning.

Mom was really pissed after it happened. Thankfully, Hannah intervened telling Mom it was for her own good and she should be thankful for a daughter who had a good friend that would do this for Mom. When she calmed down, she gave both of us a big hug and thanked us. We told her we were doing it for every punishment and she reluctantly accepted our offer understanding the logic behind it.

That night Kimi and I slept side by side on our stomachs holding hands. The pain was so great the next morning I almost could not get out of bed. Hannah pushed us hard to get moving to get the blood circulating forcing us to participate in that morning’s slave yoga session. She strongly believed that we would heal faster if we were active.

There was one unfortunate collateral consequence for Kimi. When Judge Ledbetter found out, he decided to punish Kimi by including her in every morning chambers session with Mom and me for the rest of our stay.

Once again, I had not thought things through before acting on a plan. I felt badly for Kimi. To Kimi’s credit, she never once complained and took it all in stride. I was lucky to have her as my friend.

Thursday night we were eligible to participate in our first Cropgasm Challenge punishment. The jail staff used some kind of lottery system to select the six participants for each Thursday night event generally selecting the best-looking women in custody. Kimi and I volunteered for each of these weekly events during our stay successfully keeping Mom off the stage.

Hannah once again helped us prepare for the Cropgasm Challenge. She explained that we would be edged prior to the event and then strung up and whipped with a crop until we climaxed. With a grin on her face, she told us that this punishment involved a different kind of agony that we would suffer for hours prior to the start of the event. Then she chuckled that we would sleep well tonight.

(Kimi narrates)

It was now Thursday, five days since our caning punishment. My ass and thighs still had some bruising but I felt much better. Tonight Avery and I were participating in our first Cropgasm Challenge. Once again, the two of us volunteered to exempt Amelia from participating in this event.

After lunch, six of us were pulled out of our cell and taken to the shower room for Cropgasm prep. By now, I knew the routine as the prep was the same whether it was atonement, punishment or now for Cropgasm. Enema, shower and shave, anal bleach, makeup and off to the holding cell. This time it was different as the bailiffs secured a Davis Technologies Trident in each of us when we arrived at the holding cell.

The Davis Technologies Trident I would learn was an insidious device that came in a chastity belt configuration with a beaded anal plug, dildo and clitoral pad, all of which adjusted its shape to fit each woman and vibrate at varying levels in different combinations. The device was controlled remotely through a smartphone or computer. The technology included a setting for edging where the device would bring the wearer to the verge of orgasm and when sensing the pending orgasm shut down, start up again, repeating this cycle into perpetuity or until the battery died.

“These devices will remain in place until the Cropgasm Challenge tonight. There will be a snack and bathroom break about an hour before the contest starts,” advised Bailiff Thomas.

“The Tridents are calibrated to vibrate until you are close to an orgasm at which time it will shut down. Once you have calmed down a little, it will start up again. They will continue this cycle until you are taken on stage for the contest. A bailiff will check on you every thirty minutes to provide water and a bathroom break if needed,” he continued.

Once we were fitted with our Tridents, the bailiffs positioned each of us sitting against the cell wall with our hands handcuffed to rings in the wall so that their arms were hanging over our heads. Each of us received a drink of water and then they placed a bite gag in our mouths preventing us from talking amongst ourselves.

“Just want to make sure you sluts are truly slave hot for the competition and do not grind out an orgasm on your own,” stated another bailiff once all the slaves were secured.

“Tonight you will be strung up in public with live and national television audiences. Each bailiff will have up to sixty lashes in a thirty minute period of time with a riding crop to whip involuntary orgasms out of you,” smiled Bailiff Thomas.

“This is a contest amongst the bailiffs to see who can get the most orgasms from their assigned slave. Slave assignments are by lottery and we only learn the identity of our slave when that is announced on stage. A few words of advice, you will have orgasms out there on stage and it is easier if you just let it happen. It can be quite painful if you try to hold in your climaxes,” he continued.

“Each of us hope to make tonight’s Sport Center’s nightly Top Ten slave events,” joked another bailiff.

“Imagine the humiliation when you demonstrate to your former family and friends what total hot for the collar slave sluts you are. Have a nice day,” laughed the last bailiff out of the cell as he locked the door securely.

Somehow, the idea of being strung up naked in public, whipped to orgasm by some stranger, the humiliation of it all, was fueling my arousal. God, what if my moms were watching me? I had to grapple with this visualization by myself, gagged and handcuffed in a cage with the Trident humming away. Why was the image turning me on in this way?

So we sat there stewing in our juices, literally, waiting for this agony to end as we were brought to the edge of climaxing over and over again. Avery and I tried to keep each other company with winks, eye rolls and other expressions through the torment. At times any one of us would attempt to hump the air in frustration.

The bailiffs were good about checking on us every thirty minutes providing water, bathroom breaks as needed, and then they would leave us to the forced solitude of our thoughts while these infernal devices drove us insane.

At one point I even harbored hope that Judge Ledbetter would come to my rescue and order a chambers session, fucking away my need with his big cock. What was I thinking?

When the bailiffs entered the cell for our dinner break, the pungent smell of our slave heat and the sound of the girls flushed in arousal moaning in frustration through their gags greeted them. With our hands released, we each received a bag of slave kibble and bottles of water.

“We cannot have dehydrated slaves if we want them slave hot tonight,” joked one bailiff.

Leather cuffs, each with a D ring, were secured on the wrists and ankles of each of the fidgeting slaves in our holding cell. Getting our cuffs was a welcome break momentarily distracting us from our plight. The bailiffs then removed the Tridents, allowing us to use the toilet while leaving each of us dripping slave hot. The insidious torture resumed with the Tridents once again secured back in place after our short dinner break.

After another thirty to forty minutes, they gave us more water and then the six of us were marched from our cell out to the public punishment arena where the flogging station was set up. It was a slow march as at any one time, the Tridents vibrating in us made it difficult to walk as a group as any one or more of us were pushed to the edge of an orgasm.

The bailiffs secured us to the holding poles with our hands over our heads visible to the public while also facing the flogging station. Contestant’s slave heat was visible as the Tridents continued to edge them while they moaned through their gags in frustration under bright lights on stage.

Each was forced to publicly view the performance of their fellow inmates while the Trident continued its cycle. Thus, each of us would observe what was going to happen to us while being edged the whole time by the Trident. This enhanced the public’s viewing pleasure, further humiliated us slaves, and kept us on edge, highly aroused waiting our turn. Each of us was highly agitated, ready and willing, no, needing to orgasm after being edged for the last four plus hours.

The Tridents made us hypersensitive. The bailiffs prohibited us from relieving ourselves prior to taking part in the competition. One poor girl humiliated herself on national television when she started humping the air she was so close. Avery turned around and tried to rub one off on the pole as the crowd roared in laughter. The bailiffs quickly secured our ankles making this impossible to accomplish.

There were cameras to the front and rear of the flogging station that displayed it on the big screen TVs over the stage. This was also a televised event, cameras panned the crowd, and the remaining slaves secured to the poles. The TV announcers provided background information on each of the six slave inmates.

Avery and I were Cropgasm Challenge rookies in our first competition; somehow, they had acquired photos from our dorm Halloween costume contest our freshman year. There we were up on the screen, Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl, to the laughter of the crowd. Then it turned to some triathlon competition pictures. I have to admit, Avery even looked hot, depicted engaged in strenuous exercise and I did not look too shabby either.

Somehow, the Slave Channel had interviewed some of the parents, relatives and friends of us slaves. A few of Avery’s former sorority sisters taunted her with a particularly catty message demonstrating that they were just petty bitches.

Then they pulled up an interview with my two Moms. The interviewer explained he was interviewing them in Berkley, California, to the hoots from the Texas crowd. Then he asked them to provide an uplifting message for me and he would insure I saw it. I seriously doubted they expected it would be delivered on national television during this event.

“Hi honey, we love you. Hope to see you soon when this is all over,” said my Mom with a forced smile as she sat next to Nancy holding her hand.

“Stay strong, make us proud. We will be watching in solidarity with you,” said Nancy, sounding exactly like the blue state liberal that she was as I died of embarrassment while the crowd roared in laughter even louder.

The big screens had turned into split screens showing the slaves reactions to the messages. Avery just looked angry. My jaw dropped in shock as I watched my Mom’s messages as I started crying in shame. My parents meant well but the disrespectful laughter of the crowd hurt.

After the embarrassing videos, most of the pre-event discussion focused on a slave named Theresa who starred in last week’s competition, setting the benchmark for the most orgasms during a competition this year. The commentators opined that whichever bailiff drew Theresa in the lottery would be the favorite to win the event based on her performance last week.

Then there was a public service announcement. They had scheduled Theresa for sale by auction at the Longhorn in Houston this Saturday. Those interested in acquiring this pain slut for a five-year period of indenture should put this auction on their calendar. In person or online bids would be accepted as the state hoped to increase her value at sale.

The announcer reminded the crowd that the rules for the contest allowed bailiffs to talk to the slave during the entire process, to rub the crop and touch her anywhere but the vaginal/anal crescent. The bailiffs can administer up to sixty swats with the crop in thirty minutes or less. Once the final orgasm commenced the bailiffs could touch the slave’s vagina and anus in any way with the exception that if one of the slaves was a virgin, penetration of her vagina was prohibited.

The announcer advised the crowd that all of the slaves were edged on a Trident for at least four hours leading up to the competition and all of them were dripping slave hot as the camera zoomed in on our crotches showing the moisture leaking out from around our Tridents. There were three judges consisting of non-competing bailiffs who would score each contestant in two categories. The first was simply the number of orgasms each contestant elicited from their slave. The second contest was more subjective for the most stylistic single orgasm each slave “attained” during the competition.

First up was Avery and Bailiff Cordell Walker was assigned to whip her. Ordered to the flogging station, bailiffs attached her to a bar with straps that dropped from the ceiling. The bailiffs proceeded to secure each strap to one of the D rings in Avery’s wrist cuffs. “Spread your legs,” commanded the bailiff. “Wider!” when they were not spread far enough. “Hold” Avery was shuddering by now, scared and frightened, too scared to disobey and too horny to stand still. The bailiffs then secured her legs in place with her feet firmly on the ground using straps by connecting the cuffs to recessed bolts in the floor.

Satisfied that Avery’s wrists and ankles were secured, the bailiff pushed a button and the electric winch pulled her arms up, raising the bar overhead, stretching her magnificent body facing the jeering crowd. She was now standing with her arms pulled over her head, legs spread wide with her wet pussy spread open and her pussy juices dripping down her toned thighs showing just how ready she was for this event.

I could see that Bailiff Walker was talking to Avery but could not make out what he was saying. During the entire time Avery was on stage, Bailiff Walker was in constant motion walking around her while talking to her. He would strike her and then rub that spot, and then strike her in another spot followed by rubbing. He started on her buttocks, moved to the underside of one breast, then right above Avery’s mons and on to her right nipple, which he then sucked on eliciting a guttural moan of need from Avery.

I could see that she was getting more aroused; panting and her face became flushed. Then Bailiff Walker struck her right nipple, sucked on it, and then struck it again followed by a quick strike to her clit and she arched into her first orgasm, moaning loudly to the cheers of the crowd.

The whole process was an orgasmic dance between two partners, the bailiff and the bound slave. The “dance” continued for another twenty minutes and four crescendos later when Bailiff Walker started working Avery up for her final climax. He had her on edge standing on her toes.

“God, make me cum, please, I need to cum again,” loudly pleaded Avery as the crowd cheered.

Bailiff Walker struck her on both of her nipples, her anus and clit in rapid succession. His hand was a blur as it moved so fast I almost missed the blow to her anus. Avery was launched into a strong orgasm arching her back on her toes yelling, “Fuuucccckkkkk Yeeeesssssssss!”

With the orgasm triggered, Bailiff Walker rammed the riding crop handle into her cunt. He proceeded to fuck her with the handle, increasing the intensity and duration of her climax as she road it out screaming again with her back arched.

Avery collapsed at the end of her frenzy panting looking over the cheering crowd with glazed eyes. The bailiffs quickly released her from her bonds and escorted her back to her holding pole. Recovering quickly she actually walked back on her own, head held high beaming with a triumphant just had good sex grin on her face as if she was proud of her performance.

That is my Avery demonstrating that her spirit was not broken. I likely would have quickly fallen apart in here without her. With Avery secured, the bailiffs guided Theresa to the flogging station and strung her up.

It was obvious to everyone that Theresa was wired differently than the rest of us from watching her on stage. Erotic pain we would learn is a sexual stimulant for her that if intense enough can cause her to climax. I would later learn at Broadstone that there was a name for her condition; she was a pain slut.

Unbeknownst to her, she was a submissive who was sexually stimulated by erotic physical pain in conjunction with humiliation. Being tied up naked in front of a crowd to be sexually whipped put her senses on overload. At the time, she knew something was happening to her, but her lack of understanding resulted in even more shame and humiliation, which further aroused her.

The announcer furthered Theresa’s mortification when he reminded the crowd that Theresa held the record for most orgasms during a thirty-minute Cropgasm contest for the year to date, causing the young woman to blush an even deeper shade of red to the hoots and howls of the crowd. By the time her bailiff started working on her, Theresa was panting on the verge of a crescendo with pussy juice running down the insides of her thighs.

The bailiff calmly walked up to her and flicked the crop in rapid succession on both of her nipples and then once on her clit telling her to “Cum for me” and Theresa arched her back in her first of many orgasms thrashing in her bonds. Then the bailiff struck the bound convict on her right butt cheek, rubbed it, and whacked her above the mons before rubbing while he whispered in Theresa’s ear. The bailiff then struck her hard on her anus and she erupted into another crescendo to the cheers of the crowd.

Quickly it appeared that Theresa dissolved into what was either a series of rapid-fire orgasms or one long continuous orgasm. Towards the end she started wearing down from excessive orgasmic bliss when the bailiff paused briefly, letting her settle for the grand finale. He then started preparing Theresa for her finale climax. When Theresa was clearly on edge, the bailiff struck her rapidly on both nipples followed by the final blow to her clit propelling her into her frenzy.

The bailiff quickly rubbed the handle of the crop in her pussy, lubricating it before ramming it up her back passage, fucking her ass with the riding crop with one hand while massaging her pussy with the other. Theresa shrieked out, “Noooooooooooooo,” as she arched her back creaming all over his hand to the jeers of the crowd until she collapsed as the bailiff stepped away from her taking a bow before the cheering crowd leaving the riding crop hanging out of her ass.

The bailiffs helped Theresa back to her holding pole. She was blushing, her eyes glazed over, with a silly contented smile on her face as they secured her hands over her head as she tried to catch her breath.

Bailiff Austin was my tormentor for this “punishment” as this was the official classification for the event. On the other hand, should I say pleasurable event since that is what it became for many women where the accompanying humiliation and the public nature of the event spiked their arousal? Without a doubt, I would take this “punishment” over a caning any day.

I dreaded going out there but after watching Avery apparently enjoy the multitude of orgasms, she and Theresa “suffered”. With that vile Trident device that continued to torment me as I waited my turn, I was beginning to look forward to my sexual release after having been driven to the verge of madness for hours.

While the third girl was whipped, Bailiff Austin walked up to me with a seductive grin on her face and turned to watch the performance while standing next to me. My trident was humming away bringing me to the edge and shut down.

“My goal in these Cropgasm Challenges is to give my slave pleasure by bringing her to as many orgasms as I can. I am a dominant lesbian. I get off making women climax and you will climax out there for me. Try to relax, listen to my voice and set yourself free by embracing and enjoying the orgasms I give you,” advised Bailiff Austin.

My Trident started up again and she was silent for minutes as we watched the girl on stage as the bailiff brought her to yet another orgasm. I remembered Bailiff Austin from my first atonement session where she fucked me with a big vibrating strapon. My time with her on the mat was the highlight of that atonement session. For a stranger she sure knew how to stimulate my body getting me off multiple times. She even left the strapon up my ass vibrating when she dismounted. Later, Avery laughingly told me that was Bailiff Austin’s signature move. She also kindly helped me through my branding, so I felt that I could trust her.

Our conversation took on a bizarre pattern, whenever the Trident turned on Bailiff Austin just stood next to me watching the event until the device shut down again, allowing me a moment to calm down and then she would engage me once again until it started up again. The Trident took me to the edge once more and then shut down.

“Have you heard of subspace?” asked Bailiff Austin. “It is an altered consciousness that submissives can enter and I have you pegged as a submissive.”

“Yes,” I moaned through my gag as I also nodded my head yes.

“Have you ever been pushed into subspace by a lover?” she queried.

“Yes,” I groaned through the gag, thinking of the last time I was with Avery.

Bailiff Austin had almost pushed me into subspace on the mat during the atonement session but I resisted. I was too aroused to resist now. The Trident started up once again. By this point, I was so sensitive that the Trident only needed to run for a few minutes until it again took me to the edge and shut down.

“Some submissives can enter subspace without pain triggers. Stressors like fear, embarrassment, and sexual arousal can affect a submissive in this way. Right now, the Trident is causing an endorphin response while edging you. You also suffer from a fear of the unknown as a slave and the impending humiliation of being strung up like that girl out there and forced to orgasm on national television. All of these factors combined can lead to an endorphin cascade pushing you into subspace,” she paused.

“Will your parents be watching you on television tonight?” she asked.

The Trident started up again, teasing my needy pussy once more, bringing me to the edge. Could my mom’s actually be watching this on TV? I hope that once Mom saw what happened to Avery they would respect my privacy and not watch. However, Nancy would insist on suffering through it with me in “solidarity”. I wondered which of my friends would be watching. This was embarrassing. A few minutes later, it once again shut down.

“A good flogging, caning, or other pain play is a primary doorway for some people. Especially for those who have trouble letting go of control. When your body is under stress from pain, it is hard for your brain to focus on anything else. A long, slow buildup of pain can set up an endorphin cascade which can tip you over into subspace,” she continued.

My Trident started up again and she was silent for minutes as we watched the girl on stage as the bailiff was preparing her for the grand finale orgasm. I suspected that my final orgasm would be a doozy if in subspace. The Trident took me to the edge once more and then shut down leaving me panting in need.

“After the Trident edging, your fear of the future, and the humiliation on national television your endorphin buildup will only need a little added pain to push you into subspace. Tonight I am going to warm you up a little bit while you focus on finding your subspace. When I hit your clit the first time ride the endorphin cascade and let yourself go free right into your subspace,” she instructed.

Once again, my Trident started up and she was silent for minutes as we watched the girl ride her last orgasm to completion. This was going to be intense when she tipped me into subspace. I decided then to let myself fall into subspace trusting her to take care of me. The Trident took me to the edge and then shut down with me once again groaning in frustration.

“One more thing. You may only orgasm when I say, ‘cum for me’. If you cum on your own you will be punished. Trust me, this is for your own good,” she directed. “We’re up.”

Bailiff Austin released my hands from the pole and escorted me to the flogging station as conflicted thoughts swirled in my head. When she had me in position she removed the Trident, licking my cream off the dildo and gave me a big kiss making sure I could taste myself as the crowd cheered in delight at the lesbian display. I moaned in frustration as her tongue explored my mouth as I savored my musky flavor, my slave heat becoming an inferno.

Then she pulled a blindfold out of her pocket, telling me to relax and that everything was going to be fine as she put it on me starting a running narrative with me while securing me in the flogging station.

“Kimi, I am going to awaken your sexuality in a way that you would not think possible. Do not think about the competition, the other girls or the crowd. I want you to focus on my voice just as we did for your branding. I am putting this blindfold on you so that I am your center of attention. There is only you and me here. I am going to guide you through your sexual exploration into subspace during this experience. In subspace, there is a connection between good pain and sexual pleasure that most people do not understand which I will teach you now. Focus on my voice and the physical sensations you feel from your body. After having the Trident in you for hours you want to cum, right?” she asked.

“Yes,” I groaned, while nodding my agreement, as I NEEDED release in the worst way right NOW!

“Then let me channel you to your climaxes, I can sense when one is building inside so do not try to hold back. When I feel you are rising to a crescendo I will tell you, ‘cum for me’, whereupon you just let your orgasm out, set it free, ride the wave and enjoy it,” she said.

“Give me a minute before you start to clear my head,” I said as I worked to get into that slave sub space that Bailiff Austin described and Hannah and Amelia were teaching us.

I could feel myself on the cusp of beginning to fall into that space in my mind as Bailiff Austin adjusted my bonds and the electric winch pulled my arms up raising the bar overhead stretching my body facing the jeering crowd. My legs spread wide with my wet cunt open in anticipation while my pussy juices dripped down my thighs. I was so ready for this event as I relaxed and let myself go as time seemed to slow as I focused on her voice.

Bailiff Austin waited a moment as I focused and then she swatted me on my ass and rubbed away the sting, which felt good, followed by her striking my other butt cheek and again rubbing away the sting from that blow. The whole time she was whispering in my ear about how hot I was and how good this felt while she trailed the crop over my body in between blows.

My body was humming in anticipation as I felt as though I was floating in the air. I felt the tingling in my vagina growing into an ache. Then she struck just over my mons and while she was rubbing it making it feel good the tingling in my vagina intensified while I began longing for the next sting of the crop because that would lead to more pleasure from her rubbing.

Next thing I knew I felt a sharp sting, not a sting of pain but one of pleasure, on my right nipple immediately followed by a blow directly on my clitoris as Bailiff Austin whispered in my ear, “cum for me, slut,” launching me deep into my subspace. Still blindfolded I arched my back riding the fierce orgasm screaming aloud, “Yesssssssssss,” to the crowd’s cheers.

That blow to my happy button launched me deep into subspace. It became the most exquisite, intense, whole body sexual experience of my life, and I had no choice but to simply surrender to the incredible ministrations of Bailiff Austin as she worked me over. After each orgasm, it calmed for a moment while I visualized sparks coming off my body where she would run the crop over my skin. I soared in pure euphoria as my body gathered its strength and another orgasm took me.

This process repeated for the next twenty to twenty-five minutes as my mind associated the pain of the crop with pleasure; soon there was no pain as every blow brought pleasure. Each touch of my body brought intense pleasure whether it was the rub of her hand, brush of the crop along my stomach, or the wet lick of her tongue along the side of my breast. I was growing more impatient for the next blow from the crop as the time passed. Actually, I was longing for the next strike from the crop on my needy body.

At one point, she was just striking my clit repeatedly, with each blow igniting one orgasm after another. I felt like I was caught tumbling in a wave that I could not escape that kept pounding me on the beach every time I heard the words “cum for me” uttered. The wave of orgasmic bliss trapped me inside; I was drowning in ecstasy as I tumbled from one orgasm to another within that wave.

At times, it felt as if everything was happening in slow motion and I was somehow detached from my body while fully sentient as to what she was doing to me. I could follow her voice the whole time and longed to hear her utter the words “CUM FOR ME” because I did every time.

Once when she struck my rosebud, she uttered those words and I blasted into another eruption. I wondered if she licked my ear and whispered “cum for me” if I would? She never tried it so I do not know but I strongly suspect that deep in my euphoric subspace that the mere utterance of those simple words would trigger a new frenzy.

I was tired, but it was a good tired, my pussy was a leaking sieve with juice running down my thighs after the many orgasms in this blissful state. Another orgasm wracked my body, a weariness began to settle over me, and I was not sure if I could continue much longer.

Then Bailiff Austin removed my blindfold.

“Look at all of the people watching you, eager to see you climax again, to see what a slut you are, to see you enjoying yourself sexually,” she said in a distant voice, as she struck me with the crop right above my mons and then was rubbing me there.

I was so engrossed in my dance with Bailiff Austin that I had somehow forgotten the crowd.

I could feel the beginning of another orgasm building as my pussy tingled in anticipation of yet another eruption. Bailiff Austin was taking more care to edge me, building me up for a final explosive climax as I floated in my blissful state.

“You are lovely and hot, every man out there and half the women want to fuck you,” she whispered in my ear as I tried to focus on her voice

Bailiff Austin then hit my right nipple followed by my left, quickly sucking on my right tit while rubbing the left with her hand. The orgasmic tingling was building, the mixture of pain and pleasure spreading from my nipples and my vagina as I arched my back groaning in anticipation waiting for her to utter the words telling me to cum. For some reason I needed the words to release my orgasm, as I could not do it of my own volition. Somehow, in my altered state, she controlled my ability to climax and I was so ready to blow right now!

Bailiff Austin then struck me on my right thigh right next to where it intersects with my vagina. While rubbing me there she said, “Look to the right in the audience, there is Sharon Price and Jean Mackey from the Cotillion staring at you,”

Somehow, I found them in the audience. I may have made eye contact with Robin; but I was not sure. For the first time I was aware of their presence in the crowd as I pondered what they were doing here as I groaned in frustration.

“Your cunt is leaking juice down your thighs,” she said.

She slowly ran two fingers up the inside of my right thigh sending tingles to my pussy and said, “look at me,” and then she stuck her fingers glistening with my pussy juice into her mouth and moaned around her fingers lapping my juices up as she pulled her fingers out of her mouth.

“God, you taste so good,” she moaned, as I groaned, unthinkingly sticking out my tongue towards her fingers in response.

She then struck me on my left thigh, in the same place as the last blow to my right thigh.

“Every man and woman out there wants a taste,” she said while rubbing me there sending more tingles to my purring kitty.

She then ran two fingers up my left thigh, gathering my dripping juices and bringing them to my mouth.

“Suck your pussy juice off my fingers,” she ordered.

I mindlessly opened my mouth and eagerly sucked my juices off her fingers when she pushed them into my open mouth. After I sucked her fingers clean, she started pulling them out slowly.

My current enraptured condition magnified the taste sensations as the flavors of my juices cascaded over my taste buds overwhelming me. I almost came from tasting myself as I longed to hear Bailiff Austin utter those words that held the key to unlocking my pleasure.

“Lick my fingers with your tongue, make sure you get it all,” she directed, as she slowly pulled her fingers from my mouth.

I stuck out my tongue as far as I could and ran it down the underside of her fingers and around the tips as sensuously as I could searching for the flavor of my juices as I trembled on the verge of another orgasm as I longed for release.

Pulling her fingers away from my tongue she whipped my left and right nipples hard with the crop quickly followed by my clit commanding, “CUM FOR ME,” triggering my most intense orgasm of the night.

Bailiff Austin pushed me deeper into my subspace; a place I did not know existed. I was blasted into space, floating along, aware of the sensations coursing through my body, enjoying them, letting them fill me, but somehow above them at the same time. Then she jammed her fingers in my pussy and started massaging the inside of my vagina, finding my G spot, while vigorously rubbing my clitoris with her thumb as I heard her command.

“Cum for me slut, release another orgasm, cum for me you slave hot slut, let it out, ride your orgasm my little pleasure whore …,” she encouraged.

My orgasm gave birth to another larger climax that exploded out of my body, back arching, toes curling, with my head facing the sky and my mouth open. I was baying loudly to the crowd like a wolf to the moon as my body exploded in the most intense orgasm of my young life. I was propelled into the heavens, I swear I saw stars, hundreds of falling stars engulfing me, as this climax lasted forever while the last part of my rational mind blinked away as the pure, uncontrolled ecstasy overwhelmed me until I slumped into a semi-conscious haze as all went dark.

I faintly recall being untied. Bailiff Austin and another bailiff carried me back to my pole. Instead of securing me to the pole, she sat down leaning with her back against the pole and holding me in her arms while telling me what a good girl I was. The euphoria dissipated into nothingness as my emotions overwhelmed me. I recalled the problems I faced as a slave, my doubts about becoming a consort and the uncertainty of my future as I began to weep, tears rolling down my face.

She then pulled out a bottle of water and told me to drink. I rested my head against her chest, taking sips of water, her fingers running through my hair, while my body calmed all the while she was telling me how proud of me she was.

When I had finished the water and had settled down Bailiff Austin kindly helped me to my feet. Then she secured my hands in the cuffs over my head, kissed me gently on the cheek and sauntered away. I was both physically and emotionally drained, shivering as the warmth receded and I became cold.

Another girl had followed me and I had no recollection of her time on stage while in Bailiff Austin’s arms. I did watch the last girl’s finale on stage once attached to my pole. Bailiff Simpson ended by whipping both of her nipples in rapid succession followed by her clit, stimulating her orgasm as he jammed the handle of the crop up her cunt fucking her vigorously with it as he sucked and bit her nipples while she screamed, creaming blissfully all over the handle of the riding crop.

Bailiff Austin won the contest. Theresa had a few more climaxes than I did, but the style points for the double orgasm Bailiff Austin pushed me into put her over the top. Much to my mortification the commenters opined that my grand finale climax would make ESPN’s top ten, the Slave Channel’s highlights and possibly the best ten Cropgasm orgasms of the month if not the year.

The announcers replayed the part where Bailiff Austin scooped up my pussy juices, offering them to me. I watched as I wantonly sucked on her fingers and then longingly licked my cream off her fingers as she slowly pulled them out of my mouth. Then I observed her push me into my double orgasm where I actually howled during my climax. I fucking howled in orgasmic bliss, my back arched, with my head back looking into the stars above on national television. I died of humiliation watching that replay, imagining my horrified parents and friends seeing me like that.

After they announced the winner, the bailiffs led us back to our cells for another feeding and an opportunity to relieve ourselves. After eating some of my slave kibble and drinking more water, I was exhausted, shivering in the chill of the cell. Amelia and Hannah immediately realized that I was in a post subspace drop. They wrapped me in blankets and Amelia held me in her arms calming me while I ate the rest of my slave kibble and drank more water. Hannah left to tend to Theresa who was suffering from some of the similar symptoms as I.

The video message from my Moms really bothered me. I became fixated on it and what my parents saw while watching the Cropgasm Challenge. I tearfully described the whole ordeal in great detail to Amelia as she held me in my arms comforting me. Maybe I was overly dramatic telling her that I could never go home if my parents ever saw my performance, but it sure felt that way at the time. She just held me, soothingly advising that my parent’s love was unconditional, not to worry because they would welcome me back with open arms.

Unlike me, Avery and my fellow slaves who participated in the Cropgasm contest were still on edge wanting more stimulation and orgasms. They decided to practice their slave yoga with Avery reminding us that real pleasure sluts often masturbated to orgasm on the auction block. So, that is what they did. I watched Avery gracefully move through her slave yoga positions with the other girls all frantically chasing yet another orgasm. Over four hours of edging on a Trident can do that to a slave girl as they try to end their cravings.

My last memory before nodding off in Amelia’s arms was of Avery transitioning from slave fours, flipping over onto here back, body arched off the ground, legs splayed open as she ground out anther orgasm chanting, “Slavery is my destiny.”

(To be continued.)

[StoryLover]

I loved the story and I hope to read Part 6 soon. I wonder how Amelia is going to get even with Judge Ledbetter after her release.