Let's get the next contestants ready!

Muffled squealing from seventeen bound teenage babes had accompanied the entire show, which the rapists had frequently punished with zaps to the bound girls' tits, but now that the mirror turned opaque again, the girls reacted instinctively, like animals who had lost a member of their herd, as they shrieked and pleaded and cursed into their gags. The host smiled. He loved the sounds escaping a gagged girl's mouth, and the sound of seventeen outstandingly beautiful naked rape-victims was heaven to his ears.

Nonetheless, he had his companions subdue the garbled noises with utmost prejudice, as the other rapist not only shocked the bound cunts' tits this time, but also the mounds of their as-yet mostly unmolested pussies. Finally, the mewling subsided and was replaced by defeated whimpering. He glanced at the two redheaded future slave-girls tied up to either side of him. Their eyes were just as tear-filled as the other bitches', even though the birthday-babes had been restricted to listening to the sounds coming from the Losers' Dungeon and to watching their friends' reactions to what they were seeing. He had no doubt that their smart little brains were puzzling together a horrified vision of what must have happened to the losing girl. Perhaps they even thought that she had been killed. The host smirked as he mused that that thought wouldn't even be too far removed from the truth. The girl formerly-known as Cassy HAD been killed and would never see the light of day again. She had been replaced by a slavegirl; a fucktoy with the name 'Buttercunt' - at least until she would be bought by a sadistic master at the next auction, to potentially be renamed again.

He didn't give the redheaded twins too much time to linger on the fate of their friend, however. After all, he had come here to play. And play he would. As much as he wanted to continue gently stroking the twins, giving them unwelcome attention, he would have the rest of their lives to do that. Now, he had to entertain. He stepped back from the two bound girls and turned towards the other fifteen tied-up damsels huddled together on the couch. His predatory gaze panned across their bound forms before he made his decision.

"You there, Whipping Toy, get up!" He said, pointing at Yvonne who was still sporting the welts from her hour-long whipping during the rape-orgy, while he himself went over to Miranda. The busty Latina tried to inch away from him in her bondage, but when he grabbed her by her long, slightly dissheveled braid, she had nowhere to flee. "And you, Rape-Punzel. Let's have some fun!" With that, he dragged Miranda up by her long hair and forced her to stand. Seeing what was happening to her friend, Yvonne almost jumped up from her seat even before one of the other rapist had an opportunity to encourage her.

The host grabbed the two girls by their chins, forcing them to look at him as he stood them a few feet away from the trussed-up birthday cunts.

"You know what's missing from this party?" He asked. Miranda simply moaned in protest, but Yvonne actually shook her head, glancing submissively through tear-filled eyes at the man who held her fate in his hands.