P02E06

The chatter only died down when everyone was comfortably seated and Ben ticked the edge of his wine glass with a spoon.

“Welcome, everyone. I think most of you know my wife, Lara. “ He gestured to the girl on the disk.

“You also know that I keep her on a strict denial regime, and she is well trained now to refrain from orgasm. She is not supposed to cum tonight either. But, of course, we have you gentlemen to make her break that vow! I challenge you all to create a lascivious dinner for her, feeding her with the items on the menu, and join them together into a symphony of sensations to be applied to her body, so she can’t resist it, and must plunge her into illegal orgasm… and we will all welcome that, cause it means the punishment menu over dessert! “

The men cheered, apparently this was a good idea to spend a Saturday evening on. Lara looked frightened and embarrassed, and I suspected her husband had at least partly meant his little speech to achieve exactly that.

Ben pressed a button on the control panel of the machine, and the shaft closed the remaining distance to her vulva, then pushed the inner labia aside in the clinical, resolute way a machine does, and drove straight into her slit, not really fast, but very deliberate. It kept going deeper until it rested six inches deep inside her. The dildo was quite thick, and it was clear that she was stuffed pretty well.

There was no food menu. Instead, large dishes of different and luxurious food for all tastes were carried inside, and served at the outer rim of the table, a strip of 40 cm all around the naked girl with her machine on the revolving platform in the middle of the circle of dining men. As the waitresses came forward to serve the first course (small but tasty dishes of olives, cheese, seafood, humus, and more), the machine was turned on. It was set to a very slow rhythm, so a full thrust cycle took like two seconds (“ half a hertz “, as I would soon learn ) and a ‘shallow thrust length’ as Howard explained to me. There was a slight sigh by Lara when it started shoving a series of long, slow thrusts into her, but really not much other response.

A man with a dark complexion and a short beard said: "I see we have a new guest? You’re Howard’s nephew, I hear. Jason, isn’t it? Well, any nephew of his must be a great addition to our little company… I hope you have a pleasant time here. My name is Pete. "

"Yeah, Pete the Pervert!" a man on the other side of the table commented. Everyone laughed at this great joke, including Pete.

"Shut op, Eric," he replied. "We better get this thing on the road. Shouldn't you make an opening tribute to our fine host and his lovely wife?"

He extended his hand out to her, as if praising her loveliness, as the rotation of the disk made her wide spread legs, and the machine slowly thrusting in between, pass right in front of him.

"Nah, I always do the openers. Let someone else start it for once”, Eric said.

"Fine, I will", a third man said. He held out a twenty dollar note to a waitress, who took it to Ben. "Hertz change to one, please."

“Sure, Sam,” Ben nodded, and started twisting a knob at the control panel. The machine was going faster, increasing the rhythm of the dildo driving into her. Lara moaned slightly, and she had to close her eyes for a few seconds. The machine kept going faster and faster, and started delivering a solid fucking power into her pussy without apparent end to the building speed. Finally Ben released the knob, and the rythm stabilized. _One Hertz_, it flashed through my head. _One thrust per second_...

I looked at Lara's face again. Her panting gained prominence. Since the sea of watching men encircled her completely and she wasn't allowed to close her eyes, she couldn't avoid making eye contact with her audience all the time, while she was getting sufficiently fucked, and no longer able to suppress showing the effects of that on her face. Her eyes caught mine and seemed to immediately generate an especially deep moan. It was a lovely and hot sight for sure, for her eyes conveyed nothing but the lecherous lust of yielding to the gathering fuckfest.

Sam took a sip from his wine as he gestured to Lara, and said to Ben: "So how long have you been married now? "

Ben brought an olive to his mouth: "Our wedding was two years ago last august. And she's been my bimbo slut wife ever since. She’s a very nice thingy to play with, and responds very well to training. "

Lara seemed to shiver as those words were spoken to an audience of two dozen stranger men, but nothing else showed.

"Ah, right. And you keep her under strict control, I suppose?"

"You bet I do", Ben said. "And sexualizing her, of course. She's rarely dehornified when she's training, and she is training for many hours each day. Submission, resilience, obedience, agility, self-restraint... it all needs to be worked on. You could say she's in training even right now, you know... she still hasn't really achieved victory over all her exhibitionism hurdles. I've given her some tips this time, and we'll see if she manages to use them. "

"What kind of tips?"

"Mostly, about tunneling. You know that principle, right? It describes how, under the right circumstances and emotional state of mind, the feeling of pain can be transferred into arousal. It doesn’t mean it is any less painful, it just means that the power of it is transferred into sexual stimulation as well. Not all women may have access to it, but all of our wives do, at least to some degree.

“And just like there is such a tunnel for pain, there's a similar mental tunnel for negative emotional feelings, like shame, humiliation, or fear... they can be pivoted into a sexualized domain as well, charging the power reservoir of her orgasms to unprecedented levels. But, only in the right state of mind. First she needs to submit, to recognize that it is her sole purpose to be charged like that. I have tutored her before this session, by talking of the thoughts she could bring to her mind, the mantra’s she could use... to catch that state of mind today, and eroticize her own humiliation."

He paused and turned to the podium with his fucked wife rotating on it, and said to her: "But, why don't you tell us yourself, Lara? What mantra did I give you?"

Lara didn't reply immediately, as if she needed some time to prepare herself to talk under her ceaseless fuck. When she managed, her voice was deep and trembling slightly. Timing her phrases to the rhythm of the machine, she started reciting:

“I never had no training
in showing off my curves
but now that He commands me
I should control my nerves

“I'm the center of attention
for all the men to see
and me, I must comply
to show the best of me”

The beauty of the poem overwhelmed me, and I just had to convey my appreciation: “Wow, that is great! Did you write that, Ben?”

All the men laughed, and I felt embarrassed even if I had no idea what it was about.

Then Howard placed a hand on my shoulder and said: “You couldn’t know. It is a famous poem, written by Jenaus, over a century ago. Many of us know it by heart, like many of his works. He is considered to be a founding father of our society. Without him, none of this would have been possible. Recite the rest to us, Lara.”

Slightly shaky, she continued:

“the lewdest and the juiciest

a slut of high degree
a supple leaf to lust for
the really honest me

“the ogling and the drooling

my clothes come off, I'm free
my blushes are delightful
for all they see is me

“He says they are not bounded

by only what they see
and when they grab and savor
arousal sparks in me

“they wish to penetrate me

I'm sunk to hand and knee
and as He stands there, smiling
a stranger skewers me

“the swords are interchanging

the shots come one, two, three
and when the fourth one rides me
delight envelopes me

“there is no way to fool them

it's plain for all to see
my moaning and my squirting
it tells them who is me

“a rag, a slut, a play thing

who surfs a cumming spree
an addict to debasement
the really honest me”