"Okay," Conor announced. "We'll start with a little work on the tits. Twelve with the crop, just to bring the blood up to the surface, then we'll start on the needles!"

Gerd smiled at Tara and took up the crop from one of the tables.

Tara gritted her teeth as the count began. The German didn't flick with the keeper as some masters might at the start of a session. He brought the shaft down across one taut mound and let the keeper snap at the other, then he moved round and did the same from the other side.

One!

Two!

Three!

Slowly the count mounted as Tara writhed and twisted, her breasts a solid mass of white-hot pain as the shaft of the crop bit into them remorselessly.

Four!

Five!

Six!

Tara's fingers clawed at the chains above her restraints as the blows fell straight across her nipples and they responded by engorging even more, hardening into throbbing peaks of agony and inviting what was about to be done next.

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Ten!

From somewhere Tara heard Cherry begin to scream and at last felt able to let go herself.

Eleven!

Twelve!

Tara hung limply in her bonds, her hair matted around her face as she looked down at the scarlet traces carved in her smooth breastflesh. Gerd's hands came into view and they held one of the short needles with a colourful plastic handle. From bitter experience Tara knew that masters liked their slaves' tits to look colourful. She gritted her teeth again as one hand held a nipple and pulled it out into an angry red, elongated tube, then the other hand brought the needle down and slowly pierced her vertically. There was the usual sharp little shock as the point went in and then another as it exited. She gave a breathless gasp as the two peaks of pain stabbed through the dull pounding in her breasts. There was a polite round of applause from the crowd as Gerd stepped back and Tara looked over to see Carlo doing the same, Cherry's left nipple - characteristically dark red and disproportionally big in its state of erection - was also pierced vertically.

But then Gerd was back and Tara just had time to wipe the sweat from her face against her upraised left bicep before the same nipple was pierced again, this time horizontally and just behind the vertical needle. Again there was the applause then he started on her right nipple and did the same. Between her achingly spread legs, Tara felt the familiar surges of masochistic pleasure in the face of the sharp lances of pain and heard the crowd respond. She knew perfectly well what an erotic spectacle she made, all she had to do was look over at Cherry's suspended body and see the taut breasts sporting their colourful adornments right at their tender peaks. But then Gerd picked up a heavy leather paddle and moved behind her, she gritted her teeth as she prepared for the broad swathes of stinging heat which would soon erupt in her buttocks. But after only five resounding smacks which had her desperately heaving her pelvis forward, even in her stringent bondage, she gave way to cries and tight grunts. The crowd took up the count again as Gerd mercilessly swung the heavy paddle in until Tara's and Cherry's cries mingled and merged into one loud, continuous siren -like wail. At the count of twenty the beating stopped and Tara's head fell forward as she gulped for breath. Her entire pelvic area seethed and roiled with burning pain, she was fairly sure she had climaxed several times but amid the furnace of pain which the beating had stoked up she couldn't tell for certain. But all doubt was removed when she jerked in her bonds as she felt the German's fingers slide easily up into her vagina which spasmed hungrily around the penetration. He flexed and twisted the fingers inside her until she was moaning helplessly, then he removed them and came to stand in front of her, proudly holding up his glistening fingers for the crowd to see. There were gleeful cheers and Tara blearily looked over at Cherry, whose head was still hanging while Carlo also held up the evidence of a slave's helpless arousal under punishment.

For what seemed like an eternity Gerd went to work on her prepared buttocks. He took small pinches of skin and threaded each of them through with a needle until Tara felt her backside must look as if each cheek had been laced up like a boot. The flogging had rendered the flesh exquisitely sensitive so the repeated shocks of sharp penetration soon had her moaning and sweating all over again. Although the only expression her body could give to its stimulation was a slight bucking of her hips and clenching of her stomach, nonetheless she could clearly feel the growing warmth and hunger between her legs. By the time that particular torment was over, Tara's head was tossing in frustration and she was groaning helplessly, much to the crowd's growing delight. Suddenly she realised that Gerd was in front of her again and running the lashes of a flogger over the palm of one hand.

Given the nature of the slaves' suspension, there was only one place such an implement could be destined for. Tara stared at her grinning tormentor as the crowd's excited murmur built around them. She heard a hiss and smack from over at Cherry's frame and then a wail of almost demented passion. The crowd erupted but she hardly had time to register it before Gerd swung the flogger in an uppercut and a bolt of hot, delicious agony shot through her as the leathers snapped at her labia and bit along the tender flesh which they had peeled apart to reveal. Her head flew back and she arched and screamed at the same time. Then another lash struck her and another until she was only aware of her hips pumping forwards for another dose, her stomach clenching and inside her, the mad spasming of her vagina as she achieved orgasm after orgasm and felt herself ejaculate, draining her innards in thick spurts which flooded her vulva and soaked the lashes as they struck her. She was so completely drained that she hardly felt the clamps squeeze her lips and then pull them down as they were weighted. She only wanted something inside her, deep inside her, filling the aching space of her vagina. She moaned and cried out urgently, bucking her hips again and setting the chains and weights to clicking and rattling against each other as they hung between her straining thighs.

She didn't care what Gerd did anymore; all she could focus on was her need.