We're not nearly done with Cassy. It's time for the pillory!

Back inside the party room, the host smirked sadistically as he watched his two top men tenderize the 'Bitch's' fuckmeat. Some of his men thought that it would have a better motivational effect if the other girls could only hear, but not see, what happened to their friend, to keep up the mystery. The host disagreed. Since he had taken over the business, he had made sure that the induction process for new slaves was so brutal and so thoroughly degrading that it evaded the imagination of his young victims. Thus, by showing them what would happen if they didn't win, he was pretty sure that he was motivating them to give their best - rather than giving them a chance to prepare. His hands ran absentmindedly over the bodies of the two redheaded twins - his future slaves - as he relished their protested mewling while watching the show. Of course, as with everything else, the two identical birthday-bitches were the exception. They could indeed only hear, and not see, as he made sure that their heads were turned away from the ordeal inside the losers' lounge. The enslavement procedure incorporated a few aspects which he didn't want the twins to know about. After all, He was planning to force his prized twin captives into pampers very soon, and if the twins knew that every single one of their party guests would end up in diapers once she was sent to the losers' lounge, it wouldn't be nearly as embarassing to the identical twats as if they believed that they were the only ones forced to wear the degrading pussy padding in front of their best friends.

In the meantime, inside the losers' lounge the two rapists had finally finished Cassy's whipping. The girl's body had been turned pink all over, with the exception of her head which hung limply between her outstretched arms in defeat. She was still conscious, however, when the men finally unchained her from the horse and lifted the battered bitch up, causing the two dildoes to slide out of her cunt with a juicy plopping sound. The rapists made sure to show the girl's stretched asshole to the audience before they dragged the defeated damsel over to a dark wooden pillory. With expert movements, the girl was locked into the wodden frame by her neck and wrists, while her ankles and bondage belt were linked to the frame protruding from the pillory, keeping her ass lifted up as her legs had to bend at a ninety-degree angle. Cassy was too beaten to even think about what would happen next, as all she wanted to do was to curl up in a fetal position and cry herself to sleep. Nonetheless, her attention was pulled back to the present as her gag was removed. She looked up and saw one of the rapists position himself in front of her face as he pulled down his trousers, his cock slapping her cheek as it escaped from the cotton prison of his boxers. She tried to turn away, but the pillory kept her head locked in place, tried to close her mouth, but her jaw was refusing to obey her commands after having been gagged for so long. Swiftly, the man replaced her black ball-gag with a brutally wide ring-gag, and before she had an opportunity to protest - or even to drool - the rapist shoved his cock into her gaping mouth at the same time as the second rapist grabbed her waist and rammed his lubed-up cock into her stretched asshole. The poor teenager gagged and coughed past the cock inside her mouth. Her skin stung wherever she was touched, and her ass was on fire, but locked up and beaten as she was, the petite blonde could offer not the slightest bit of resistance as she was roughly raped on both her ends. Her eyes had turned pink from her tears, as pink as her well-whipped body, as she was treated like nothing but a sex-toy, like property, like fuckmeat to be beaten and used. Like a slave.