A main event

Following the wide hallway, lined with beautiful and rare statues and paintings, one would eventually end up in an antechamber. Here, similar hallways led to different parts of the mansion, but the main purpose was to funnel the many guests into this room to prepare and excite them for the main challenge that was being prepared even now. Indeed, a small crowd had already gathered inside, eager to see what the organisers would come up with to entertain them. But it was not time yet, and the large, ornate double doors were closed. But to keep the guests happy and occupied, the room usually held one or two items to keep them busy while they waited.

In this case, it was a single thing. Standing in the middle of the room, on a moveable platform, was a stockade made from solid deep black ebony hardwood. Normally, you would only see something like this in a movie, or the dungeon of the more serious bondage or SM practitioner. And it wasn't just for show, as it was occupied. Just a scant few days ago you might have called her a person, a woman even, if you were so inclined. But now, she was nothing more than an object to be used while the guests waited.

Florence Pugh was still locked inside the contraption. As was said last night, the penalty of losing her challenge, was that she remained in the stockade for the remainder of the event. As a free-use fucktoy for whoever wanted to. She had been cleaned after her challenge, nobody wanted to use a filthy toy. And once that was done, they had locked her back in the stockade, where she had remained all night. The occasional guests that still roamed the midnight hours used her. The mansion's many members of staff used her. And all that time, she had been powerless to stop or resist them. It wasn't until she lost consciousness from sheer exhaustion that they stopped. Or so she thought. She had been told that even when she was out, they didn't stop using her body as they pleased. When she regained consciousness, she discovered that she was still locked inside the stockade, in the same position she was in when she blacked out. The first thing she felt was a cock fucking her pussy. When they noticed she was back, they took her away from the room, cleaned her, fed her some awful gruel to eat, and then told her she was going back to the antechamber so she could experience it all over again. She tried to resist them in the few moments she was free, but there were burly, strong guards present that quickly subdued her once she tried.

They **** her back into the stockade, in a slightly different pose. At first, she was bent over forward, with her ass sticking out as if she presented her pussy and ass. This time, they flipped her around. They laid her down on a small bench and locked her arms and head into the wooden stocks. Looking at the ceiling, she felt her legs being spread apart, and shackles locked around her wrists. Already she felt helpless as she was unable to see what was going on on the other side of her wooden restraints. The ring gag was **** back into her mouth, and she was wheeled back into the room. Where they positioned her in such a way that she could see the people coming into the room. For what felt like hours she stood there. Waiting, fearing. One by one, the guests started to filter into the room, and she saw them all pass by her. It shouldn't have surprised her when her breasts were being grabbed. But it did. Nor should it have surprised her when a cock began to **** itself into her pussy. But it did. Unable to see what was going on below her neck did terrible things to her anxiety. It wasn't long until her head was being turned into position, and a cock filled her mouth, all the way down into her throat. They weren't going easy on her either. This was not for her pleasure. She was here to be used by them. She was, quite literally, a cum-dump, and nothing more.

More guests began to arrive, and the frequency at which she was being used increased as well. At one point, there was a moment where both her mouth and pussy were always being used by one person or another. Her only respite came when a large gong from somewhere she couldn't see rang through the room, and she heard the people begin to leave. From the side, one of the attendees approached her holding a chain leash. Next to him, crawling on her hands and knees, was the young Latino woman they had used to "clean" her last night. The attendee pointed to her and spoke a single word.

"Clean".

And again, the young woman used her tongue to lick the copious amount of semen they had left on and inside of her. When it came to cleaning her pussy and anus, the **** proved to be exceptionally skilled. She had never considered herself to be a lesbian, or even bi, but as the woman continued to lick and suck at her pussy and ass, she couldn't deny the pleasure she felt. Those moments were the only moments of calm she had. All too soon, sometimes even before she could reach orgasm, the young **** was pulled away, and she was left alone. Waiting for the next person to use her.

Inside the main theatre, the guests had begun to find their places. Three rows of comfortable seats for those who wanted a front-row view of the challenge. Small tables with three or four guests, lazily talking while enjoying high-quality drinks and snacks.

The main stage itself was fully open, the curtain had been drawn, and the smooth polished wooden stage was in clear view. There was no player, however. Instead, a truly massive screen had been placed, and on it, a live feed from a nearby location was being shown.

The feed was taken by a drone that was slowly circling the outside of a large warehouse. It looked to be three stories high, and roughly forty or fifty meters long and ten wide. As the drone circled to the front, several coach busses were parked near the sliding door. One was still in the process of being unleaded, and a string of unkempt people were being guided into the building. The last thing they saw before the drone moved on, was that several more busses were waiting to be unleaded. The drone moved up above the roof and entered the warehouse through the open skylight.

The inside was almost empty. It was like they removed everything in it just to create a large open space. A large crowd had gathered inside the space, and they were moving back and forth between countless tables holding food and drinks. The crowd had one thing in common, they all looked rather unkempt, like they were plucked straight from the street this morning.

Above them, well out of reach and spanning the length of the room, was a narrow beam. It was made from solid wood, wide enough that a person could walk over it if they carefully put one foot in front of the other. In the middle of the room, the beam widened into a small circular platform that just maybe could hold two people. If they pressed their bodies against each other that was. Both ends of the beam led to a simple closed door.

The drone hovered inside the warehouse from that point on, filming the slowly growing crowd and beam for a good while. When it looked like the crowd had grown to around hundred and fifty or even two hundred, it was hard to tell, the showmaster walked onto the stage and stopped in the middle of the screen.

'Welcome honoured guests, to today's first main challenge. And it's going to be a good one, let me tell you.'

The showmaster stopped until he was sure he had the majority of the guest's attention.

'As you can see, we have filled this warehouse with a group of willing volunteers. They are all drawn from those who are less fortunate than ourselves. Homeless. Alcoholics. Addicts. Even the nearby prison was kind enough to supply us with a busload of prisoners who were due a reward for good behaviour.'

He was **** to stop as the guests began to murmur amongst themself. This was not uncommon, speculation always ran wild during events like this, and large sums of money were often won or lost based on what he would reveal of the challenge.

'Soon, our two players will reveal themselves from the doors on opposite sides of the beam. Their task for this challenge is to make it to the other side of the beam, without falling off. Of course, as you might have noticed, the beam is not wide enough to allow them to pass. Even in the middle, there is just barely enough room for them to squeeze past each other. That is, assuming of course, that they WANT to try that in the first place. It would not take much effort for one of the players to push the other off, right into the waiting arms of our more than-willing volunteers. To further raise the stakes, both of our players have been injected with a special ****. It supercharges their reproductive system, making pregnancy a near-certain reality if someone should cum inside them. The antidote to this medicine is located in the opposite end of the room.'

He had to raise his voice, as the guests had become quite excited the more they heard.

'Now then, since I've kept you waiting long enough, let's reveal our players.'

From the speakers, a loud buzzing noise was heard, and almost as one, the crowd on the floor stopped what they were doing, and looked up towards the two doors. They swung open without a sound, revealing two women. They had their hands cuffed behind their backs, and a small drop of blood could be seen on their necks from where the medicine was injected. But most importantly, they were completely naked.

'Let "The Joust" begin.'

And that is the next main challenge set up. Who are our two players? and more importantly, what is the outcome of the game? Leave your vote in the comments.

You can name up to two names from the list in the list and ideas chapter, as well as choose from one of the outcomes below.

1. One player wins. Name who.
2. Both players win.
3. Both players lose.