Let's paint the painsluts!

Hannah sobbed desperately, chewing on the pantie gag inside her mouth as she tried to find some relief for her jaw. Cassy's screams and cries from the other room still echoed in her head, even though there was no more sound coming from the Loser's Lounge. What had they done to her friend? She shot a tearful and hateful glance at the showmaster as he kneaded her left breast, but he simply ignored her as he carried on with the show.

He finally left her alone as he stepped towards her trussed-up friends to initiate the next game, but there was no respite for her, as the host's probing hands were quickly replaced by the rough grasp of one of the other rapists. She heard the dangling of chains above her and looked up. She saw her wrists still fettered and pulled taughtly towards the ceiling, but now there was another set of chains, which was lowered from the ceiling, ending in another set of leather fetters. She mewled in protest and looked over to her sister. She blushed once more upon seeing her twin's tied-up nakedness, knowing full well that she herself presented a perfect reflection. Her sister was being manhandled by another man as well, and she could see another set of chains destined for Sarah lower down from the ceiling.

She tried to console her sister with her eyes, tried to show strength, but she was quickly pulled back to her own distress as her rapist roughly grabbed her left leg, lifted it up and bound the leather cuff from one of the additional chains around her thigh, forcing her to stand on tiptoes on her right leg while her left leg was pulled up at a ninety degree angle. While the process was repeated on her right leg, the host had dragged Miranda and Yvonne to the front and asked them "You know what's missing from this party?"

Hannah's heart sunk as she realized that this meant that another degrading game would soon start, and she knew that there must have been a reason why her sister's and her own legs were now splayed open as she hung from the ceiling by her wrists and thighs, with her private area fully on display.

As if to anwer the question posed by the host, one of the other rapists tossed him a strange looking rifle with a bubbly contraption on its top which sloshed with what looked like soft pink marbles. The host caught the rifle, stepped back from Yvonne and Miranda, then spun around, trained the rifle at the girls and unloaded two shots against Yvonne's breasts and another one at Miranda's crotch. The two girls moaned in pain and stumbled back, and for a moment, Hannah thought that her friends had been killed. The shocked squealing from her friends onfirmed that they had thought the same, but when Yvonne and Miranda looked down at themselves, they saw pink goo run down their breast and crotch respectively, which must have come from the pink pellets still sloshing around inside the bubble on top of the gun.

Meanwhile, the host responded to his own question of what had been missing with a bellowing cheer: "PAINTBAAAAALL!"

The two next constestants were still moaning in discomfort and pain as he explaiend the rules. "Now, Rape-punzel, WHipping Toy, the rules are simple. You will both get a paintball gun and you will shoot at our dear birthday bitches. You have to shoot at both of them, and whichever one of you manages to hit both bitches on their nipples and on their clits first, is the winner."

Hannah and Sarah moaned in protest, realizing the painful implications as the chains on their thighs tightened and were pulled up into the ceiling, lifting their bottoms and exposing their pussies and clits even further. They shook their heads desperately and mewled into their gags, trying to convince their friends not to do this, but the host cut into their moaning. "Now, you've experienced on your own bodies that the pellets sting, but won't kill you. And they won't cause you serious harm either as they only carry a fraction of the kinetic energy of a pellet from a normal paintball gun. You know what's at stake for you, but I also know that you will be tempted to get silly ideas once we put a gun into your hands, and I'm sure that you could cause one or two of my colleagues some serious discomfort, but the rest of us would then make sure that YOUR discomfort would be far greater. Capisce?!"

Miranda and Yvonne sobbed into their ball-gags, but ultimately nodded in reply. "Good. You know what you have to do. Refuse, and you both forfeit the game, which means that I will unload this gun onto both of you before we drag both your squealing pink bodies into the Loser's Lounge for your enslavement." They both squealed, remembering the ordeal which their friend Cassy had been forced to go through. "Perhaps you'd like to share a cage?" He said with a grin. When the girls frantically shook their heads, he nodded to his colleages to hand the girls their guns as their hands were untied to give them the freedom needed to play their parts. Miranda's gun was loaded with white pellets while Yvonne's gun was shooting in pink. Finally, the host called for the game to begin. "Ready? Set! Go!"