The party was just getting started, and it was time to go hunting.  He
pulled the cab from its parking place and made sure the fake plates were
in place.  Ten minutes later he found himself cruising the heart of city’s
party district, overflowing on a Saturday night, looking for likely
prospects.  Luck smiled on him as he pulled over to pick up three gorgeous
women, who piled, talking and laughing, into the back of  his cab.  As he
drove them to their “destination”, he took a few minutes to steady them.  

They all had to be models, he decided, they were such lookers--model and
in their early twenties, if not their late teens.  The blonde was tall
with an angular body and a perfect face framed by her short blond hair, a
white scoop neck shirt revealing ivory skin and accenting her small bust.
A black jacket matched the black minii she wore, revealing long, lean legs
encased in black hose.  The Asian was also tall and long and lean, her
face the perfection of Asian beauty, her dark blue-black hair cut in a
pageboy style, giving her a boyish look.  She wore a white blouse and a
yellow jacket to match a short yellow skirt which revealed more than it
hid.  Her long, perfect legs were bare.  The third woman was shorter than
the other two, but still tall, and heavier.  She was a brunette with long
hair and a broad, young, athletic, tanned face.  Her full breasts,
unrestrained by a bra, bulged against the tied off blouse she wore,
cleavage practally spilling from the blouse.  Her stomach was flat and
strong, her bellybutton an innie.  She wore short, tight denim shorts,
revealing great, strong legs.  He figured her for the swimsuit of lingerie
type model.  Boy, he was going to get a bonus for these three.

The three woman chatted happily in the back of the cab, paying no
attention to where they were going, expecting to be dropped off at the
hottest spot in town, where the three of them would certainly be waved
past the line and let in.  The blonde reached into her handbag and pulled
out a small compact and a mirror and offered her friends a line.  This was
going to be a good night.

As he watched them snort up six lines of cocaine he thought that this was
going to be a good night.  After the crowd was done with them he would get
them for as long as he liked, before he passed them on to others of his
aquaintance who could more properly dispose of such good looking cunt.

A grinding sound followed by a deafening explosion of music and crowd
noise brought their attention back to where they were.  A warehouse
loading door opening slowly to reveal a huge gathering of people partying
and drinking and doing drugs, people frenching and petting and fucking
along the walls and sometimes even on the ground.

“Where are we,” the Asian snapped, “why aren’t we at P----?”

“Girls,” he said, pulling his cab right into the middle off the crowd, it
parting before him, a relative hush falling over the crowd as they peered
into the back seat at the main attractions, “relax.  You wanted to go to a
happening party, this is _the_ happening party.  Just be glad that I
picked you up.”

An argument ensued between the girls, with the Asian wanting to make the
cabbie take them to where they had wanted to go while the other two women
argued that they were here, it was a rocking party, they should join in.
Finally they brought the Asian around, and they slid from the taxi, the
Asian refusing to pay the cabbie.

As the women stepped into the deafening crowd and the pounding music they
got their first real look around.  Huge television screens stood in every
corner, showing pictures of the crowd dancing, drinking, and fucking in
larger than life pictures.  More screens hung from the ceiling, revealing
everything.  Cameras hung all over the place, next to bright lights
turning  the warehouse brighter than day.  A dias raised four feet from
the ground and twenty five feet in diameter took up the central area, and
was kept clear by large men standing around it.  Several strange devices
stood on it, and none of them could make anything out.

They all leaned their heads close as a large man screamed to them to
follow him--they were special guests.  They followed bewildered, but the
cocaine kicked in and the music was pounding and they were feeling good
and feeling hot, reveling in the eyes which followed them as the man made
a path through the crowd and led them to the stage.

The cabbie watched as his girls were helped onto the dias, their high
heels making it difficult, and watched as a guard was assigned to each.
They were positioned around the edge of the dias each facing a different
direction outward, the insistant hands of the guards making sure they were
in their proper positions.  Their figures suddenly appeared on the screen
as the dias began to slowly rotate, the three girls looking like confuse
goddesses up on the stage.

The Asian saw her face appear on various screens around the warehouse,
giant pictures of herself zooming in and out of closeups of her face.  She
was nervous, espcially about the two large men standing behind and to
either side of her.  Something was not right her.  The brunette was
thinking the same thing, and the sudden ceasation of the music stunned
her.  Her head still throbbed to the music, and she glanced back to the
center of the dias as a mike dropped from the ceiling to a gaudily clad
man.

The cabbie watched from the top of his cab--he was close to the stage so
he didn’t need to look at the monitors, unless he wanted a closeup.  The
Asian tried to move forward and get down first, even before the MC started
speaking.  Soon all three of the women were grabbed by their guards and
held upright as they began to fight, cursing and screaming and kicking
futily in the arms of the guards, the camera’s catching every detail,
focusing on the fear in their beautiful faces.  Their screams were
overwhelmed when the MC started speaking, the mike making his voice boom.

“We do not have one,” he yelled, “we do not have two, we have _three_
beautiful young ladies as our special guests tonight.”  A cheer went up
among the crowd, a palatable lust spreading throughout the warehouse.
“Thank the cabbie for us!”  A yell echoed through the warehouse as all
faces turned toward him, pumping their fists in the air.  “You know the
drill,” the MC continued when the noise had died down.  Tonight we have
the yellow ball for this one” he said, pointing toward the Asian, an
assistant running with a large airfilled rubber ball to stand next the the
still struggling girl.  “A black ball for the blond!”  another assistant
ran out.  “And a white ball for the brunette!”  a third assistant stood by
the brunette with a ball in her hands.

“One...two...three!” and the assistants tossed the balls into the crowd,
which surged toward them, the mass of humanity flowing back and forth as
the balls bounced off grasping hands before coming to rest in the hands of
three lucky individuals.  “Come on up!  Come on up!” the MC yelled as they
pushed their way through the crowd, the balls hugged to their chests.

The blonde had given up struggling, standing with each of her arms gripped
in vicelike hands by the guards, and watched the nearest screen as the
catchers of the balls stood facing the crowd--two women and one man, the
man holding the black ball, the MC besides them.  “You know the rules--you
have 15 minutes with your beauty, fifteen minutes to undress them and make
them come!”  She stood stunned, not really believing it.  The place had
begun to take on the feeling of a madhouse--this couldn’t be happening.
The MC wasn’t finished, “But you can only EAT or BEAT them.  You must pick
one!”

The mike was shoved in front of the man’s face, and he yelled out “EAT!”
to the cheering of the crowd, the camera zooming in to the beautiful body
of the blond struggling against her guards.  The woman with the yellow
ball, a shorter, handsome woman, shouted “BEAT!” into the mike to the
howls of the crowd.  “EAT” screamed the last player on the stage to yet
another cheer.

“Strip ‘em!” screamed the MC, and the three ran to their respective women
and began tearing at their clothes.

The cabbie watched as the crowd quited a bit, all eyes on the captured
women, the players tearing at the struggling womens’ clothing, exposing
their bodies before the lustful eyes of hundreds of people.  In the
baackground special devices were wheeled up behind each woman.  Behind the
Asian was a large wooden wheel with cuffs for her arms and legs.  Behind
the other two were modified chairs designed to bind them at a 145 degree
angle at the hips with their legs stuck straight out and pulled wide open,
allowing easy access to their cunts.

The cabbie timed them himself, and smiled when he saw the man with the
blond finish first, leaving his prize naked except for her garter belt,
stockings, and high heels.  He looked up at the monitors so he could get a
better view of her body, and was not disappointed.  Flawless ivery skin, a
well-trimmed bush, silky thighs, a firm ass, small, shapely breasts topped
with perfectly round pink nipples.  She was screaming and cursing and
fighting as they bound her in the modified chair, the man diving between
her widespread bound legs, his mouth beginning to work at her defenseless
cunt.

The blond struggled in her bonds and the mans tongue pushed past her labia
into her vaginal tunnel.  She gasped and cursed as he slurped inside her,
wetting her mound with his saliva, sending jarring sensations through her
cunt.  The crowd was yelling wildly now, deafening her, making her head
spin as the man began to get serious, working her clit with his tongue and
lips while sliding his fingers up her cunt channel.  She stopped
struggling, knowing it was hopeless, and closed her eyes, shutting out the
sights of her degredation larger than life on the monitors.

The brunette was suffering the same fate, except the woman had removed all
of her clothing.  The woman took her time at her cunt, taking a full five
minutes gently massaging it, kissing it, breathing hot air across it.  The
brunette stared into a monitor which showed the womans face pressed
against her groin, unable to take her eyes off of it.  The noise of the
crowd pressed around her, and she felt their eyes on her.  She began to
pant heavily as the woman began gently working her clit, her eyes straying
to the monitor with the Asian on it.

The Asian was completely naked bound spreadeagled on the wheel, her lean
body taunt against the wheel.  The woman before her had picked a long whip
from the choices and laid a blow across her small nipple, tearing a shreik
from the Asian’s throat.  The blows kept landing, on her tits and ass and
thighs and stomach, driving her mad with pain.  She howled with each blow,
her pretty features twisted in a rictus of pain, her full lips stretched
in agony, her head twisting back and forth on the wheel.

“Two minutes!” boomed the MC as the crowd watched the scene entrance, men
feeling up the women in the crown, the women gripping hard cocks,
massaging them, getting ready for the orgyy that was to come.

The blonde felt the man suck harder at her clit, sending unwanted pleasure
racing through her body.  She felt an orgasm forming in the pit of her
stomach, his fingers working feverishly in hernow slick cunt.  She tugged
at her bonds and a thrill shot through her at the feeling of helplessness.
She gasped as his tongue whipped back and forth across her clit, sending
jolting waves of pleasure rocking through her body.  She screamed as his
fingers found her tit and pinched her nipple hard, her orgasm crashing
over her.

The brunette echoed the scream, a scream of frustration as the woman kept
her on the edge, not letting her come.  She tried bucking against her, but
then the woman stood up and looked her straight in the eyes.  She looked
down and saw the woman form her hand up into a fist and screamed as she
drove it right into her quivering cunt meat, the pain and shock exploding
her into orgasm, her cunt shooting juices across the platform to splatter
against the dias’s floor.

The Asian world was roaring crowd and roaring pain as the whip struck
against her cunt time after time until her didn’t think she could take it.
Then the whip didn’t come any longer--fingers were at her cunt, sliding
across her clit hard, painfully, another hand at her nipples, pinching and
pulling at them.  She tried to squirm as a terrible sensation grew in her
belly, grew until every muscle in her lean asian body grew taunt and she
howled as she came.

“Winners!  We have three winners!” the MC shouted as the crowd went wild,
some not waiting for the show to reach its climax, climbing on each other
in a fury of lust.  “Pull up the chairs and take your prizes!”

Chairs were dragged to the stage and the women unbound