As Tina started telling me about Bertha it was easy to detect the hatred she had for this person. Bertha was an older black woman from Harlem who was also a sadistic lesbian. Besides being politically connected, she was also on the prison board. That put her within easy reach of Denise. Like the rest of the group she was quite wealthy. It was rumored that a few of her enterprises were very illegal, but because of her connections to City Hall, she was left alone. Among these illegal activities was the business of arranging very unusual parties and shows. She owned an old factory building in a fairly deserted and run down part of Harlem. That's where most of her parties and whatever else she did took place. It also served as one of the places she indulged in her own perverse games.

Her clients were mostly Black, Puerto Rican, Jamaican and Asian drug dealers, pimps and other assorted criminals. They all shared one common interest. They enjoyed using and abusing white women. To these people money was no object. They took great pleasure in raping, humiliating and causing pain to the women unfortunate enough to be the victims supplied by Bertha. Tina explained that basically there were two reasons to be sent to Bertha. The first was for one of her parties or shows. These usually had about fifty or sixty so called guests present. It was Bertha's job to furnish the appropriate entertainment. That was our purpose. Generally there would be five or six of us. Some were women like Tina and I who were slaves belonging to the group. Others were inmates from the prison sent by the wardress. Often there would even be a woman who displeased one of Bertha's clients. The parties were all basically the same. We were either tortured or forced to put on disgusting exhibits for the mens entertainment. Then we were gang raped in any number of ways or worse, forced into servicing large groups of men. The second reason was simple but often far worse than the first. Bertha wanted to play. I was totally shocked and horrified by what I was hearing but something inside me demanded to know more. I asked Tina to tell me what happened after she was prepared at the Drs. office. Again the wringing of her fingers indicated her reluctance to continue. After a short pause she began to speak.

She recalled leaving the Drs. and walking toward the waiting limo. Jimmy the chauffeur stared at her with his familiar and all knowing look. At that point I made an inquiry about the chauffeur, Tina answered. He had been driving her and the others for a long time. Although as far as she knew he never took part in the groups activities, he knew all too well what was going on. She told me that many times after a session it was Jimmy who helped the girls and made sure they got home. When necessary he would provide first aid until one of the other women arrived. When I asked if he did that out of kindness, Tina just laughed and simply said "no for sex". A second later she said that he really wasn't that bad and suggested I get on his good side. "An occasional fuck or good blow job work really well" she added, stressing the point that I would need him. I immediately understood the exchange between Jimmy and Tina that took place at the door to my apartment. Checking the swelling and making a brief comment indicating a small improvement, Tina took her seat and resumed. I was told that on the way to Harlem they stopped in Queens to pick up Sharon. She was another unfortunate victim who was deeply in debt to Mr. Gund. Tina said I would probably meet her very soon because she was also used often. Her presence, along with the extensive douches and enemas gave Tina some insight as to what she could personally expect at this gathering. Again I asked what she meant. Tina was having difficulty talking. My constant requests to know what they, meaning the group were going to do to me along with her orders to prepare me made her continue. First she explained that she was often forced to put on a show with Sharon. With a faint red flush on her face and her eyes towards the floor she asked me if I knew what the term "fisting" meant. I answered that I had heard it before but specifically remember Mrs. Winston mentioning it. Without raising her eyes and in a small voice, Tina blurted out that she was often fisted by Sharon or one of the others. That was one reason for the douches and enemas the Dr. gave her before the party. I looked at her shocked, but at the same time remorseful. All I was able to say was "why, how". She just glanced up at me and said "don't look so shocked, someday soon you'll have to do it to me or I to you". It only took a second for her words to penetrate and have meaning. I remembered things that were said about my being stretched until I was able to take large objects. Somewhat regaining her composure she said "anyhow we arrived in Harlem about eight". As usual the streets around the old factory were almost totally deserted. Also as usual there were already several limos parked outside. As always Tina said she made it a point to look for certain cars and trucks. Unfortunately two that were familiar were parked near the end of the building. One was a small blue truck with dark windows, the other a red van with Pennsylvania plates. Past experience told Tina this was going to be a big party which meant a long and difficult night. The presence of the two trucks guaranteed that. She told me the blue truck was from the prison. That meant the wardress had sent several inmates to work with Tina, Sharon and whoever else. She also sent one or two of her most trusted and vicious guards. They would help Bertha and her assistants put on a show and make the women obey. It also meant a lot of pain and abuse. After another pause during which I again watched Tina's lip begin to quiver she spoke. While twisting her fingers she blurted out that the red van was from a farm and brought animals. Then there was only a long silence. I was not exactly sure what she meant. And I think Tina was waiting to see what my response would be. After a lot of thought and fearing the answer I said "don't tell me they make you do it with animals". Again Tina's eyes went towards the floor as she began to sob. It was hard to understand her words although I did catch two, "pain and Denise". It took a while for Tina to calm down. After long minutes locked in the bathroom she returned and again freshened the coffee. Before I could say anything Tina looked straight at me and almost defiantly said "don't judge me until you've suffered the way I have. There comes a time when you'll do anything to avoid anymore pain. And furthermore if I don't do it, they'll do it to my baby".

I sat silently, aghast at what I had just heard. My imagination was suddenly running wild. Within the past five minutes I was made aware of two new and abominable acts. Both of which I was sure would eventually be done to me. Suddenly random words I had heard were making sense. Also, I was quickly beginning to realize that what had already been done to me was nothing compared to what I could expect in the future. Without thought and showing no compassion toward Tina I started to ask questions that in retrospect were very stupid. I wanted to know what kind of animals. Also, what she did with them. Thankfully Tina could see my fear and nervousness. She also knew that she had been sent by the group. As usual her task had a hidden agenda. Obviously she was there to help with my injuries. Still my torturers also knew I would have a million questions. In answering, they knew Tina would cause me terrible anxieties. She would also be forced to relive some of her own worst nightmares. We would both be tortured, mentally. Again somewhat calm and ignoring my inquiries, Tina resumed her explanation of why she received the injections. I had almost forgotten the original intent of her story. Anyhow, she began Jimmy drove into a large loading dock on the side of the building. As usual Tina said a shiver ran through her as a big steel garage door was closed behind them. They were locked in with no escape. Inside the old factory they were met by Bertha's assistants. Tina again stressed the point that she was reassured by Jimmy that he would be waiting as usual. From then on things began to move quickly Tina explained. Sharon and her were roughly helped from the car by Bertha's two lez assistants. On the way through the maze of dingy, dirty concrete corridors Tina told me how they were made to stop. There they were both probed, grabbed and subjected to the taunts and verbal abuse of the two young black females. Tina emphasized that her newly enlarged breasts received most of the unwanted attention. Then they were taken to a small room that served as a dressing room, refreshment area, bathroom and holding cell. Once locked inside Tina said she was able to get a better idea of what the night had in store for her and the other women. It was the first time she was alone with Sharon and able to compare notes. Also present were four inmates and a guard from the prison. Three of the prisoners Tina said she had seen before. One she told me was new and very young. As a source of identification, and for my benefit Tina gave me a brief descriptions of the woman. Sharon was small and petite, about thirty five years old. She was probably Irish with long curly red hair. Although very tiny she had a nice body. Her most noticeable traits were her silence and submissiveness. Tina explained that she heard that several years ago Sharon had been sent to a party with someone like Bertha. As usual she was being abused. Somehow she managed to pick up a bottle and hit one of the guests. She was immediately grabbed, spread out on a table and for long hours beaten with whatever was available. In the morning she was picked up by Mr. Gund and brought to the prison. There they spent two solid days torturing her. She still has some of the scars. Anyway Tina said, now she's very quick to obey. The guard was shouting at the other four. Under the threat of a cattle prod Tina said they were getting into various articles of underwear and putting on make-up. The very mention of the cattle prod sent a shiver through me. I clearly remembered the blinding pain it had caused me.

Tina described one of the inmates as a big Spanish woman about forty. Her name was Maria. She was attractive with long black hair and a large chest. Tina nodded a greeting at her as she struggled with a long white bra with garters attached. Tina couldn't help but notice the fresh whip marks over her entire body. Tina added that she was a favorite at these parties because of her defiance and fiery temper. They also liked her because she struggled fiercely while being raped. That excited Bertha's clients and caused Maria a lot of punishment which also pleased the perverts.

Sue was one of the others Tina had been with before. She was a brunette in her late thirties but still in very good shape thanks to her plastic surgeon. She was a Jewish American Princess who Tina said was set-up by people who had a vendetta toward her husband and wanted to teach him a lesson. After a quick trial Sue was sentenced to five years in prison. The husband it turned out was a wimp and did nothing to save his wife. She became a guest of the wardress who ironically knew the people teaching the lesson. Sue was immediately in big trouble. Not wanting to attract the guards attention, Sue was trying to force her abundant silicone enhanced tits into a black push-up bra. She was already wearing a black garter belt, stockings and heels. It was rumored she was one of the favorite playthings of the wardress and her select guards. The bruises that covered her body supported the rumor. The wardress played rough. She too was a favorite at these gatherings. Her pampered lifestyle made prison life particularly harsh. It also gave her an intense fear of physical harm and pain. That fear made her willingly submit to the most degrading acts. It also made her Bertha's most popular whore. To avoid the strap or cane Sue would lie on a bench and let one guy after another fuck her. If someone wanted her ass she would quickly turn over before she was hit. She would also spend hours on her knees crawling from table to table giving blow-jobs, how many didn't seem to matter. It was as if she enjoyed it.

Next Tina told me about a big chunky blonde she had only seen once before. She was already wearing a white bra, heavily constructed girdle, stockings and heels. She was crying pitifully and begging the guard not to hurt her again. Tina recalled the last time she had seen the blonde. It was also at one of Bertha's affairs. She was part of the show and brought out three separate times. The first time she was hung in front of the audience, spreadeagle and upside down. Bertha's assistants came out with a tray. Without any hesitation they picked up tweezers and began pulling the hair out of the blondes pussy. That took some time, the blonde screaming all the while. Blood was clearly visible covering the area. To take care of that the two girls used a mixture of salt, vinegar and lemon juice. When the hanging woman was revived she was made to count twenty strokes of a strap on her raw pussy. Screaming and writhing in pain she was untied and lead off the makeshift stage. An hour or so later she was brought out for the second time. She was tied to a table with her legs spread and tied to ropes hanging from the ceiling. Then Bertha came out and roughly forced a large nozzle into her ass. All the while the blonde was begging them not to give her an enema. It took a long time but they pumped over a gallon of hot water into her until her stomach looked like it would burst. To make it worse guests from the audience were allowed to step up and use a thick rubber hose on her tits and stomach until screaming, she passed out. She was then untied and with the nozzle and hose hanging from her they dragged her to a back room. A couple of hours later she was brought out for the last time. For this part of the show she was spread out on an old metal bedspring. Heavy ropes held her arms and legs in place. Thick electrical wires were clamped to her tits and two others disappeared into her pussy and ass. Tina told me how Bertha kept using a control panel to send powerful shocks into different parts of the poor woman. Watching the blonde scream and go into convulsions was very entertaining for Bertha's clients. Even though she passed out many times they continued the electrocution until even several ammonia capsules wouldn't revive her. To make the show more enjoyable for Bertha's guests, Tina said that she and the other women were forced to crawl from table to table sucking the men. As encouragement the two lezzies stood over them and beat them with straps.

Not knowing what else to say I sympathized with Tina for the sexual abuse she had suffered. Strangely she began to laugh. It was bizarre, I didn't know how to react. Finally she said "the sex is the easy part, fucking or sucking twenty or thirty guys is a lot better than the torture, you'll see". I was again shocked into silence. Sitting there in my living room, although in considerable pain, that was a hard statement to accept. It was also apparently a very real possibility. What I myself had done only a few hours earlier to avoid more pain came to mind. It was the first time I had thought about it and began to cry. Tina asked what was wrong and I told her of my recollection. She looked at me sympathetically and said "remember what I said about passing judgment". Seeing how upset I had become Tina suggested we stop talking and rest. Again some morbid desire to know what I had to look forward to took over. I asked Tina to continue. She began to tell me about the young girl whose name was Rebecca. The girl was no more than twenty or twenty one. She was blonde, extremely fair and also very well built. She represented the typical white blond that Bertha and her mostly black clients loved. As the girl stood totally nude it was easy for Tina to see the assortment of bruises and realize what she had been through. It might have been her first so called party, but she was no stranger to pain. The girl was begging someone to tell her what was going to happen. She also wanted to know why she was the only one not given anything to wear. As if prompted by the young girls questions Bertha stormed into the room and ordered Becky to be brought out. Tina described how the two assistants grabbed the cowering girl and dragged her into the main room. She was immediately greeted by the loud and disgusting comments of the nearly eighty men. Trying to break free of the two women holding her, Rebecca was dragged onto a makeshift stage. There for the first time she was able to gaze out at Bertha's guests. While the girl struggled and tried to cover herself Bertha made her own entrance and stepped onto the stage also. Tina explained how the audience of societies filth shouted suggestions up to Bertha as to what should be done with and too Becky. After several minutes Bertha called for silence and began to speak. She simply told Becky that she had been sent by the wardress and was to follow orders. Those orders Bertha added to everyone's applause was have sex with anyone who wanted her. I could see Tina getting nervous again as she told me how Becky renewed her struggles and told Bertha that she would never let these animals touch her. With a strange smile Tina looked at me and said "we all said those words, once". Anyhow she continued, Bertha began to laugh and said to Becky "I hoped you would say that". At a signal from Bertha two thick ropes were lowered from the ceiling and tied around Beckys wrists. Despite her struggles the girl was quickly raised until her feet hung a foot from the stage. Screaming and cursing she wildly kicked out at the black woman. All her attempts were in vain but enjoyed by all who watched. To the crowds delight Bertha's two assistants went to a nearby table and picked up two whips. Tina described how she and the other women watched what was being done on stage through a one way mirror. As Tina nervously played with her fingers she commented about how well she knew the whips that were about to be used. She added that all the women who had the misfortune of going to Bertha's hell hole knew the whips well. As the women watched, their only comment was how young Becky was. Silently they all remembered their first time and thought about what was soon to come.

As Beckys struggles increased Bertha began to speak. The words were directed at the hanging girl but for all to hear. Becky was told that she would be whipped until she begged to be allowed to suck and fuck the guests. I was told how Bertha used this opportunity to play to the crowd. She made a point of telling her assistants not to miss any spots. Sadistically she jabbed a bamboo cane she always carried into Becky's tits and pussy. While doing so she ordered her assistants to pay special attention to these areas. Becky's only response was to spit in Bertha's direction.

At that point Bertha stepped to the side and the whipping began. Rebecca's screams were immediately heard over the cheers of the audience. Wherever the young girl was touched by the whips an angry red welt appeared. Some stokes even drew blood. The girl was receiving a truly savage beating. Bertha's two assistants had done this many times and were very good at it. They also enjoyed inflicting pain on other women. As Becky wildly thrashed in her bonds they took careful aim. To the audiences delight the young girls breasts, stomach and pelvic area were quickly becoming covered in blood. Tina knowingly explained how painful the whipping was and added that Becky was foolish to resist. She added that in the end Bertha always gets her way. I quickly realized that I was again being tutored. Finally Tina told me how the girl began to holler out her words of surrender. To add to the spectacle and humiliate the young blonde, Bertha came forward. She asked Rebecca to tell her what she was willing to do. When the girl did not answer as Bertha or the audience wanted she would get a savage stroke of the whip to the backs of her milk white thighs. Before very long Becky was begging Bertha to let her down so the men could fuck her. Another stroke of the whip had her begging to suck everyones cock. It took three more strokes before she described how she would bend over and let them fuck her in the ass. With a look of hatred on her face Tina said that Bertha had won again. To the crowds delight Rebecca was untied and brought to the back room. There she was quickly cleaned up so she could begin doing what she had agreed. At that point the two dyke guards from the prison herded Becky, Maria and Sue together. It was time for them to entertain the guests. It also meant the start of the next act. It was easy to see how painful it was for Tina to continue. As she sat there twisting her fingers it was I who filled the coffee cups and lit the cigarettes. I had begun to understand that Tina's hesitations and nervous displays meant she was about to explain something personally painful. Slowly and uneasily, she continued. With her head down and eyes riveted to the floor she quietly said "Sharon and I were the next part of the show".

Tina recounted how Bertha's two assistants came to bring them out. To add to the spectacle both women had their wrists put in handcuffs behind their backs. Beside the cattle prods they always carried, the two sadistic lezzies also had evil prison straps. Although it was not necessary they took every opportunity to use both. Tina said Sharon and her knew all to well that it was useless to resist and doing so would only lead to more punishments. Being fully clothed for a change helped take the sting out of the strap. Tina added that it wouldn't last too long.

I was told how the two women were goaded out and onto the stage. The audience loved to see the bound women being hit, it added to the illusion of force. Once on stage Tina was secured to a rope that hung from the ceiling. That left both of Bertha's assistants free to work on Sharon. Her handcuffs were removed and the act began. She was told to strip. With the liberal use of the strap and the threat of the prod Sharon started to unbutton the dress she wore. Encouraged by the audience, Bertha's girls stood on either side of Sharon and verbally abused and threatened her. The crowd always enjoyed seeing and hearing a white female being abused. Especially when it was done by one of their own. Coerced by the stinging strokes of the straps Sharon quickly removed her dress and half slip. Even as she hurried to obey, the loud crack of leather was clearly heard. They were accompanied by Sharons stoic yelps. Much to the sadistic satisfaction of the audience, red blotches began to cover the exposed areas of pale white flesh. This is what the crowd of perverts paid big money to see. Tina described in detail how the assistants toyed with Sharon. She was telling me what I could expect to see or be part of very soon. As if what had just been done to me was not terrible enough, I was now pondering thoughts of standing on that stage in front of the dregs of society.

Once Sharon had stripped down to a tight white corset, stockings and heels Tina was untied and Sharon took her place. Having her wrists tied and hoisted toward the ceiling gave the audience a perfect chance to study Sharon's petite but well proportioned form. Her ample breasts bulged over the corset top. The people in the front rows were able to see the deep scars that were now a permanent part of those breasts. They remained from the days of torture she endured after hitting the guest with a bottle. As usual there was a flurry of lewd and disgusting remarks directed at the timid redhead. As I watched Tina fidgeting with the cigarette in her hand I heard her almost whisper "now it was my turn'. As they had just done to Sharon, the two lezzies ordered Tina to strip. To emphasize the command they both began to use the straps. Fortunately Tina explained that the suit she wore absorbed most of the impact. The crowd enjoyed the beating and thought she was again being forced. They had no way of knowing about Denise. Nor did they know that Tina would strip instantly at the command. After years as a slave, being nude was of no consequence. It wasn't worth the punishment she would get for disobedience. During the course of these parties there was enough pain that was unavoidable. I was told how Tina was forced to her knees by the leather biting into her back and ass. As she indicated her surrender and agreed to undress the whipping stopped. Tina indicated that the beating was part of the show and really couldn't be avoided. As she began to remove her jacket Tina said she saw Maria and Rebecca being held across tables while they were raped. Sue was, it appeared, willingly sucking an extremely large Jamaican man with long dreadlocks. The dyke guards stood nearby to ensure the womens obedience. Tina recalled the reaction of the crowd as she removed the red blouse revealing her chemically enhanced breasts. Standing in black half cup bra, half slip and red heels, she was forced to listen to the mens remarks. Worse was the running dialogue of Bertha who had joined the others on the stage. She gave a short description of how Tina's chest had been enlarged especially for the party. She promised that later everyone would get a chance to touch and abuse them and also watch as they are beaten. When I uttered words of sympathy, Tina indicated that what was going on was fairly mild and that it would get much worse. Now Bertha was using a long thin bamboo cane to make Tina undress. A comment for my benefit was that I should try and avoid Bertha's cane. Tina said that she had come to know it well over the years and still had many scars. The worst being permanently embedded in her mind. It took only one kiss of the vicious instrument to have Tina remove her skirt and slip.

There we sat in my living room. As I looked across at Tina I was able to visualize her standing on the stage in the black lingerie she had described. I remembered the underwear I had worn only hours ago and imagined how helpless and vulnerable Tina must have felt. For the first time I realized how attractive she was and how good she must have looked.

The sound of her voice continuing the story brought me back to the present. She told me how Bertha began to give her assistants orders. First Sharon was released. Next a small table and box were brought on stage. In answer to the puzzled look on my face Tina only said she had done this before and knew what to expect. She also indicated that this part wasn't too bad. From her tone and expression I figured it would get worse. At a command from Bertha Sharon took a good size dildo and jar of Vaseline out of the box. Then she got onto the table and coated the dildo with the lubricant. For the next few minutes and with the crowds approval the petite redhead struggled to get the dildo all the way into her pussy. At a command from Bertha she pulled it out, changed position and began to push it in her ass. When it was finally all the way in, the crowd called for more. Bertha handed Sharon another one, it was longer and thicker. Under the ever present threat of the cane, Sharon labored with the second dildo. With a lot of unwelcome help from the assistants, she succeeded in penetrating both holes. The audience really came to life when Bertha held up the third dildo. It was black, about twelve inches long and at least three inches wide. It took several minutes, a lot of energy and a few strokes of the cane, but Sharon was able to get most of it into her pussy. Tina described how she watched Sharon turn pale when Bertha ordered her to get it up her ass. My mind flashed back to the pain and embarrassment I felt when I was made to use the dildos on myself. I was only performing in front of six people. I shuddered at the thought of eighty. Thankfully I realized the dildos I had been forced to use were smaller. Sharon got a liberal dose of the straps and a few more slices of the cane across her thighs. Out of shear desperation she got into a sitting position and used her own full weight to force the dildo about half way into her ass. Despite all her efforts it wasn't enough to satisfy Bertha or her guests. She was roughly pulled off the table by the two assistants. As she fell to the floor, the three sadistic women began beating her. After a few minutes Bertha called a halt. Sharon was loudly sobbing as Bertha ordered her assistants to hold her down. With the dildo grotesquely protruding from her, Sharon struggled as she was held on her stomach. Then Bertha placed her foot on the end of the dildo and began to step down. With as much force as she could muster, Bertha managed to push the object much further into Sharon who was now screaming in pain. Finally satisfied Bertha stopped and told the two assistants to get her to her feet. Then to further humiliate the petite redhead she was paraded through the audience. Totally humbled she was lead to the temporary safety of the dressing room. There she was given a few minutes to compose herself. With the help of some Amyl Nitrate and a mouth full of coffee she was almost ready. The two assistants then quickly helped to fix her up and get back on stage. Before Tina continued her recount of the night in Harlem she came over to me and again gently examined my injuries. I was told that the swelling wasn't getting any worse which was a good sign. It meant the Benedryl was having the desired effect. When I again inquired about the terrible pain I was in, Tina explained that it would last about a week. Unfortunately the combination of the Bees venom and the beating with the hoses took a long time to heal. On the plus side I was told that I probably would not need to see the Dr. Also, luckily Tina had a supply of Benadryl and pain killers she would share with me. As she spoke she placed the ice packs on my pussy and breasts again. I knew it was for my benefit, but at the moment it only added to my pain. Despite all that, my morbid fascination was running wild. I wanted to learn as much of my fate as possible. I thought that in some way knowledge would help me get through the coming year. As she made herself comfortable on the chair Tina began again. I sensed she was coming to a part that was difficult for her to discuss. While battling with the coffee pot she went over the scene as it was. The Rebecca was lying on a table while a sleazy looking Oriental was fucking her. His friends were seated around the table and had the girls arms held firmly over her head. To encourage a more lively performance the men holding her were threatening to use their lit cigarettes on her tits. Every few minutes a scream could be heard from the blond. At the same time the Oriental rapist would shout his approval. Marie had been taken to a corner and fastened into a special pair of stocks. I was asked if I saw the stocks at the Winston house. When I replied in the affirmative Tina said these were almost the same. She explained that having your neck and arms secured while your ankles were spread and tied made it possible for us to be used in any way. At that moment Maria had one man in her mouth and another in her ass. To add further suffering the dyke guard from the prison was using a strap on her back.

My nerves getting the best of me I stupidly commented "that sounds like fun". Tina assured me it was anything but. She added that this was one of the devices they used to both secure and punish us. Once in the beginning of her slavery Tina was used at a party almost identical to the one she was now describing. After being part of the show and having her pussy severely whipped she was put into those very stocks. Without going into great detail she said they kept her in them for the rest of the party. As a gesture of kindness Bertha wouldn't let anyone touch her pussy anymore. Instead with the help of the straps, cane and cattle prod Tina said she had to give over sixty blow jobs that night. I gasped in shock. Before I could say anything and in an attempt to forget the ordeal of the stocks, Tina started to describe what Sue was doing. As usual, and in an attempt to minimize her exposure to pain Sue was being as agreeable as possible. She was doing her very best to satisfy a group of Jamaicans. Sue was sprawled out on the table, Her head hanging backwards off the edge. At that moment she had one of the men buried deeply down her throat. Several others occupied themselves with her siliconed breasts. As she kept her legs well spread and held her own pussy open, two more men were fucking her with a beer bottle. Finally Sharon was brought back by the two assistants. Tina said this was not her first time playing this role. Fidgeting with her fingers she quietly said that now her part really started. The two assistants lead Tina to the table and pulled her down on her back. Bertha in the meantime went to the box and took out a very large strap on dildo. She immediately helped Sharon put it on. To the delight of the crowd, Bertha just said "start fucking her". Tina described how Sharon tried to be gentle but after a few hard cuts of the strap, she began pushing harder into a dry pussy. Sharon felt the strap a few more times but finally to save herself had Tina whimpering in pain. Then Tina explained one of Bertha's variations. Instead of continuing to whip Sharon, Bertha began to use the cane on Tina's unprotected stomach while yelling "tell her to fuck you harder". After she felt the bamboo a few times Tina said she was begging Sharon to push it all the way in. Being raped by the dry plastic was preferable to the fiery touch of the cane. The crowd was also getting into it. They loved seeing us abuse each other. Finally Tina said Bertha was satisfied with this part of the act. She ordered Sharon to step back and made her assistants bend Tina over the edge of the table. From what I had learned so far I could guess what was coming. With a look of embarrassment on her face, Tina confirmed my thoughts. She described how Sharon was mercifully allowed to cover the dildo with Vaseline. At a command from Bertha she began forcing it into her ass. My own thoughts raced back to Mr. Gund. who only a few hours earlier had brutally sodomized me. When I told Tina what had happened she sadly shrugged and said I would get used to it. With a combination of sarcasm and remorse she added that Mr. Gund was one of the kinder things that would be put in my ass. I immediately recalled some of the dildos and nozzles I had seen at the Drs. office and the Winston house. At that time I didn't know that even those would be kind compared to some of the alternatives.

"Bertha was true to form" Tina continued. "She used a new variation to make me beg Sharon to fuck me". I was told how the two assistants were ordered to press down on Tina's back. That crushed her tortured breasts into the table and had her instantly screaming in pain. She was also yelling at Sharon, telling her to push the dildo all the way in. Suddenly Tina looked right at me and said "remember Deb, sometimes you have to agree to one thing in order to avoid something worse. They use that philosophy often. Also remember what I said about passing judgment. You have to learn to survive".

As she had done before Tina was instructing me while recounting her own experiences. I was told how Sharon was made to force several other objects into Tina. Each one being larger than the one before. Each being more painful as it stretched delicate tissue. And each one giving Bertha and her assistants more reasons to cause the two woman pain. The spectacle had captured the interest of the assembled deviates. Tina knew this part of the act was coming to an end. Regrettably for her it was the part she hated the most. Tina depicted how Bertha began to inform the crowd that they were in store for a special treat. Tina, from past experience knew it would take a toll on her. Hopefully it wouldn't cause enough damage to require a trip to Dr. Kim.

I realized what I was about to hear was very difficult for Tina to talk about.

Her face was covered in tiny beads of sweat and her eyes never left the floor. Taking a deep breath of resignation she began again. I heard how she was made to get the Vaseline jar. Then under Bertha's direction she slowly, almost seductively rubbed the lubricant on both of Sharon's hands and forearms. I was confused but didn't want to interrupt her.

Tina then explained how she climbed onto the table and assumed a position on her knees and elbows, legs spread, ass facing the audience. With an order from Bertha Sharon stepped behind. Tina said that rather than take any unnecessary punishment she quickly told Sharon to go ahead. I then learned what the term "fisting" meant. I was told how after a great deal of effort on Sharon's part she managed to get both of her hands into Tina's pussy. That had Tina moaning and crying in pain. All the spectators were overjoyed but demanded more. Tina said she expected what was to come next but hoped for a break. It wouldn't come that night. She continued her story by saying "then I heard Bertha tell Sharon to start on her ass". All of a sudden I understood why Tina had been given the extensive douches and enemas by Dr. Kim. I also remembered Tina telling me that some day it could be either one of us doing each other. In spite of what had already been done to me, and what I had seen, Tina's descriptions of her ordeal were sending shivers through me. I listened as she explained the terrible beating Sharon and her received. Bertha kept the two assistants busy with their straps. The black sadistic bitch wasn't happy until screaming, Tina passed out from the pain. With tears clearly running from her eyes, Tina looked up at me and said "Sharon had her arm in almost to the elbow". All of a sudden Mr. Gund, the dildos and nozzles seamed insignificant in comparison.

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