Erin's Vacation

As the rest of the table grabbed their wallets and purses, Jess and Cady helped Erin collect herself. After she took a couple gulps of water and had the girls help her to her feet, she was able to get her body under control. Dressed in all in white, from the bow tie in her hair to the tall anime boots on her feet, she now looked even sluttier than before. Her white lipstick was slightly smeared on her face from her rushed attempts to get eggplant parm into her mouth, and a drop of liquid trickled its way down the inside of her leg past the edge of her mini-skirt into view.

A cab was hailed, and in the back row of seats, Jess looked at her friend, glowing in the manner that only a girl who has just had a proper orgasm can glow.

"So," she whispered playfully out of Lux's earshot, "how was dinner? You *look* like you were enjoying yourself there!"

"That orgasm was intense. Amazing even. But Jess. I could've taken that bite. I don't know what came over me. I feel so stupid."

"Why didn't you?"

"I guess I knew deep down somehow that you really wanted to go to this thing. And that alone made me kinda want to see for myself what it was all about."

Jess giggled, prompting a quick and disciplinary glance from Lux in the front seat. "I knew you could get into this stuff!"

"Well, I definitely wouldn't say I'm into any of this," Erin replied. "I just didn't want to let everyone down. I wanted to please them."

"As all submissives do, Erin."

Erin reached into her pocket and felt for her ring, wondering what Austin would be thinking. He probably would support her, but she still felt ashamed for taking off her ring, even though she knew her loyalty to him was never in doubt. Not knowing what else Lux had in store for tonight, Erin left the bands in her pocket, and placed her hands back on her exposed thighs, palm down.

Meanwhile, Lux was texting Dom George:

"Do you mind if I have Libby take Roxy's spot in the lineup tonight? I'd like to really break her in."

"I can find other ways for Roxy to show off tonight. I'd like to see what your Libby has to offer myself. It was fun seeing you work."

"You flatter me."

";) See you there."

The group's cabs arrived staggered to the destination, and when Erin's ride pulled to the curb, she could hardly believe that this was the spot. They had pulled up to a residential cul-de-sac that was lively - as an understatement - but not anyone's first thought of what a kink setting would be. This was surely no commercial area, but instead looked more like a block party. Cady leaned over to whisper something to Jess, and Erin was able to overhear that "the neighbors were all kinksters who chose to live as neighbors in the same cup-de-sac for privacy" and "their annual Folsom party has only grown year by year."

In the center of the cup-de-sac were ten wooden structures in a horizontal line on an elevated platform.

Lux stepped out, followed by blue, pink, and finally white. She synched up with the other Doms in their party but eventually drifted to other socializing and mingling. Her three prizes stayed within arms reach, as she showed them off to other Doms and Dommes who had travelled into San Francisco for the event. One short, fat woman, her neck adorned by a small but flashy gold key, was accompanied by a man wearing leather pants, a harness on his chest, and a tight latex hood over his head and face. The woman was particularly interested in how Lux had convinced Erin to accompany them here, *dressed so wonderfully* - as she said - after never trying kink until today. Lux gave credit to Jess, but also patted her own back for her ability to spot submission and exploit it.

Erin knew that she wasn't actually a submissive, and that she was simply being coerced, but made no mention of it to this woman. After all, the woman was impressed with her, and who was Erin to spoil her compliments. She even blushed a little when the woman called her a "sexy little thing."

As the night grew on, Erin started to form goosebumps at the chilly wind that nipped her body in places where she was not accustomed to feeling the cold. Despite being acclimatized to the Lake Michigan breeze, her exposed legs, midriff, and pussy were not agreeing with the cool, open air. She nervously looked over her shoulder at the wooden structures, noting that they seemed to be stockades like those portrayed in the history books or old-time movies. "I wonder what kind of medieval show these perverts hope to perform tonight..." she mused.

After pleasantries had commenced for some time, a man dressed in a cape rang a gong in the front yard of the house at the furthest point of the cul-de-sac. Everyone turned to face the center of the circle and a woman dressed in a powerful red corset and heels mounted the stage.

"May I have everyone's attention. Tomorrow is Folsom, and thus marks the 8th anniversary of our pre-Folsom bash. Hopefully you've enjoyed the refreshments and conversation. Plenty more of that to come. But as you all know, the highlight of the night is the FunRaiser, where ten of our brave submissives maintain the watch in the stockades to raise money for next year's party, with excess proceeds going to breast cancer research. As is custom, the prices for each action performed will be listed on the boards in front of the participants. For consent and hygiene, no penis or finger penetration, only penetration by toys and strap-ons. Regis here will enforce these rules wholly without prejudice," she gestured towards a man whose arms likely weighed more than Erin's whole body.

"As for this years lucky participants, put forward by your dominants and selflessly volunteering for the fundraiser, we have Sangriness, donated by SirSlayer, Geneva donated by Misstress Xalia, Quill donated by Dom Q, Servius donated by Lord Washforth, Little Julie donated by Daddy Seth, Yuman donated by Sir Allen, Phillipa donated by her Poly Group, and donated by Misstress Lux, we have Cady and Aurora, and a late add-in to replace Roxy from Dom George is Sub Libby, also from Mistress Lux. Participants, make your way to the stage now. Let's all give a huge round of applause to this year's participants!"

As the cheers roared, Erin stood aghast. They wanted to put her in the stockades? How had they even gotten her name! She started to back away, not to anywhere in particular, but to be further from the stage that now loomed large in her vision. She turned and tried to flee, when Cady and Jess each grabbed her by an arm and stepped with her, almost gleefully, to the center of the cul-de-sac. Her body froze, as she tried in her mind to pose a futile effort to pull away, while her body acted as a limp rag doll, carried effortlessly by her two peers in pink and blue.

They delivered her to Regis, who - from the slightly elevated stage - picked her up from the ground level and placed her in front of the first pillory.

"Here you are miss. Just place your hands here and your neck onto this part."

Even if she had tried to resist, his natural, resting hand strength was so strong she wouldn't have been able to move. He brought the wooden block down quickly, pinning her hands and head, and locked it into place. Erin, eyes still wide like a deer in the headlights, tried to pull back but by then it was too late. Her tiny wrists couldn't pull through the holes and her head was separated from the rest of her body. She stood, bent, just barely on her tiptoes, with her bare ass and slit displayed visibly for everyone standing behind.

Regis made quick work locking the other nine in place, as Erin looked to her left, seeing only the ravenous eyes of a hundred perverted onlookers and the proud look of Lux - which gave her no comfort. To her right, she could see Cady, eyes glimmering even in nervous apprehension, and found no comforting smile from Jess, who was to Cady's right.

The announcer continued her speech, "although the signs are posted behind each participant along with the tools and accessories, I figure it best to verbalize the pricing now before you get in line and wait for something you aren't willing to pay. First off, to kiss any of the auctioned items will cost you $1. To make out for 1 minute will cost you $3. To apply sharpie marker to skin, $5. To spank, $8. To squeeze the ass or titties will be $10. For the gentlemen, to cum on their back or legs will be $12. On their face will be $15. To cut away an article of clothing as a souvenir will cost $25. To use the dildo or strap-on on the face will be $30, the vagina $40, and the ass $50. And to choke is $10 per second up to a maximum 6 seconds, for a total of $60."

Erin pulled back into her mind, wondering how she had come from being with her wonderful husband and dog yesterday, to waking up in Jess's warm Michigan bed today, to standing exposed in front of dozens of customers, selling her body so that others could make money. Those thoughts were ripped away when she felt something wet hit her butt and the back of her legs. She couldn't see what it was, couldn't see who, but by the fluid's warmth could tell that the first customer had chosen her, and chosen to cum on her legs.

Instinctively, her startled legs tried to move, but based on her position and her inadequate flexibility, they couldn't move any closer to the wooden pillory, and instead found themselves shifting slightly back towards the man who had jizzed on her. The crowd to her left on the ground level, who didn't have a great view of the other participants, voiced their pleasure with this movement, saying things like "look at the slut back up for more," and "if she wants it so bad, someone pay for the dildo!"

Her position on the left side not only left her the most exposed, but also closest to the stairsteps by which the customers arrived on stage. In order to get to the other participants, they had to first pass by her. But Erin figured that these perverts often would take the first thing, especially the first girl, that they came upon, and she found herself the most popular of the participants.

After the cum, she saw a woman appear in front of her. She only saw her for a second before the woman was in her face, making out with her quite passionately, with plenty of tongue. If she was not mistaken, it was the fat lady who had complimented her earlier. Erin had never kissed a woman before. She wasn't opposed to the idea, she just knew that her orientation was straight. Despite not being turned on by the kiss or the kisser, she had to acknowledge that the kiss was altogether not unpleasant, and not unlike the kisses she had shared with the men she'd dated in her past.

She stopped paying so much attention to the woman kissing her when she began to feel hands squeezing her small breasts. They were massive hands, and the gentleness with which they caressed and applied pressure caught her completely by surprise. She began to grow wet, and quickly, as the man (presumably) rolled her nipples calmly in his grasp. She would have let out a slight moan had her mouth not been otherwise occupied.

The woman stopped kissing her, while the hands continued. She confirmed that it was the fat lady when the woman stepped back, winked at her, and whispered, "best $3 I've ever spent." Erin's attention, momentarily, was drawn away from her boobs, and to the absurd pricing scale. How was her body being sold at so humiliating a price. She had never let a man she wasn't dating touch her nipples, and that was being offered up for the price of a cab ride. She had never tried anal - she would never let Austin even think about it - and now any stranger on the street could lube her asshole and stick a dildo up her ass for the price of a set of Apple Earbuds. I'm being used and abused for nothing, she thought, as she let out a titillating moan from the final firm touch of the mystery hands.

But immediately following their departure, came instant shock. A dildo had entered her vagina, but telling by the feeling of the owner's legs hitting the backs of her own, it was likely a strap-on. At the same time, a small, thickly mustachioed man brought a floppy dildo in front of her, and commanded "open your mouth." She didn't at first, but when his hands grabbed her chin, she opened obediently to avoid any force. Her pussy now dripping with her own wetness and a tiny amount of applied lube, she inched her legs back even more into the strap-on as it pounded her fluidly, stroke after stroke. Her legs began to quiver and she knew an orgasm would soon build, despite the strap-on being the first customer to enter her pussy that night.

In front, the man moved the dildo slowly in and out of her mouth, far deeper than she was used to. She gagged, and gagged again. Vomit formed and ejected itself around the sides of the dildo as the small man kept pushing it down, causing more of the cycle. Puke and spit ran down her chin and dropped off her neck.

As she stood skewered from both sides, another man had paid for his ticket to remove not one article of clothing, but three. Unnoticed by Erin, he used scissors to cut away first her white hairtie, followed by her top, and finally her tiny mini-skirt. To the left, the people in line and the party bystanders cheered vigorously at the sight of a mostly nude Erin, in the process of riding a strap-on while wearing only fishnet lacings and white boots. The next three customers paid $25 each for those last three garments, hoping to share a piece of the memory from the most popular girl on the stage, who stood naked in her white boot socks.

When the strap-on finally stopped, giving Erin the most agonizing edge of her life, and the dildo was removed from her throat, she gasped for breath. To her right, a hirsute gentleman dressed in a finely tailored suit made out aggressively with Cady who seemed to be enjoying every second of it. Erin couldn't tell what might be happening to the blue-clad girl behind the wood, but because of the slight fore-aft rhythm of Cady's kisses, she assumed that she must also have been receiving some variety of dildo treatment.

The entire ceremony endured for a lifetime. Erin gathered that it must have been all night. She had come six times, perhaps the most violent six orgasms of her life. Her legs were shaking so violently that the bend in her legs had turned to a droop, with her wrists holding up most of her bodyweight. She had received three ass poundings, which were a new form of pain and pleasure for her. The first ass dildo had made her cry out, as there hadn't been quite enough lube, but by the third dildo, the in-out motion of the silicone was fluid and euphoric. Her socks hadn't lasted long, and many people had written on her face and breasts, her back, belly, legs, neck, even her hands. Her mouth was dry and sour from continual kissing and deepthroating.

"Well done participants! Your two hours is up, and we appreciate your volunteer service. Your dominants are in receipt of your volunteer certificates, which guarantees you a free sticker tomorrow at our booth! We'll count the money overnight, but it seems to have been a positive result. We appreciate everyone for their generosity towards our event and breast cancer research and care."

When Regis unlatched the key and lifted the wooden headboard, Erin fell to the ground in a heap. Her eyes still open, she was able to see Cady and Jess were in the same state, exhausted and unable to stand properly. This gave her some solidarity. Lux walked on stage, and - with her phone - snapped a few pictures of her three subs, who had given their all, and then scrolled through to see the 'before' shots from the hotel... the only other photos she'd taken on her phone (instead of her camera).

Regis helped each of the girls to their feet and handed them their aftercare ponchos. "No clothes," Erin thought. "My worst day ever ends with my body utterly destroyed, I am naked, and the best they can do to cover me up is to throw a piece of opaque plastic over my head?"

She didn't remember too many intelligible thoughts after that, but at some point she awoke in a taxicab, and at another point she vaguely remembered Lux opening the hotel door, capping an end to a long day.