To the stocks

(in progress)
Music echoed from through the trees from the nearest stage
"Punish me let me feel that sting
Control me you filthy thing
You know pain is my favorite sin
Make it hurt as you thrust it in

There is no saaaafeword tonight
Just ropes tied oh so tight
Break my soul
Please lose controoool"

The song decided where they were going to go as Dianna pulled hard at Sarah's hand dragging her to the stocks. As they approached they could see a tall man wearing probably two dozen of those bendy glow stick necklaces, bracelets, and a plethora of others line up behind the Asian girl in the schoolgirl outfit. he popped one of the long necklaces off of its connector piece as he began to gentle rub his other hand along her velvet smooth derriere. Her eyes closed as she leaned back into the comfortable touch. Then the first lash fell and she cried out in a short high pitch scream followed by a quieter whimper.
"One" the man counted before the makeshift switch fell upon her again eliciting another scream from her.
"Two" he continued. as she whined. Sarah could feel her pussy growing wetter each time that girl cried out.
"Three" by now they could hear the swish as it flew through the air to strike her poor little ass. she was struggling in the restraints, her fingers were clenched into fists.
"four" they could hear the slap as it was striking her now. "Oh god please just fuck me!" she screamed as she thrashed even harder.
"Fi...whoops" he said as the glow stick burst open and a spray of neon blue arced through the air. splattering across her back and the stocks themselves "I guess you get your wish" he said as he lined up his cock, grabbed her by the hips and began to push it into her dripping pussy with ease. Her cries turning from pain to pleasure quickly.

The black woman with the spiked leather jacket and studded boots on the other hand was in the throws of begging to be fucked as two other women simply teased her, one slowly, gently, played with her nipples, pulling at them ever so slightly before going back and stroking along her side eliciting ticklish squirms. The second woman was kneeling between her legs, lightly licking just around her ebony slit time and time again refusing to give her any satisfaction or pleasure with her actions.

Other than that, the man at the end of the small line seemed left alone, he looked on with envy at the attention that the other members of the stockade were receiving. his erection straining at the air for any sort of stimulation.