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How to Wage a Wargasm

By: Smokey125



SS25: "Wargasm"

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April 22nd, 6:00 p.m.

"GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTS!!" Sandy shouted. "HOW'S EVERYBODY DOIN', HUH?!"

The crowd cheered loud.

"YOU GUYS READY TO HAVE ONE HELL OF A TIME TONIGHT?!" she continued.

The crowd cheered louder.

"GODDAMN RIGHT YOU ARE!!" she hollered. "I'M SANDRA BURTON, YOU ALL KNOW ME, AND MY GORGEOUS HUBBY LOU...SO WELCOME TO THE FETISH BUFFET—COURTESY OF BURTON PRODUCTIONS—GIRLS' NIGHT!!"

The crowd cheered loudest.

"Although," proceeded Sandy, "While it may be Girls' Night, this is gonna be one big, big treat for you gents as well!"

Husband-and-wife BDSM filmmakers Sandra and Lou Burton had invited a hundred of their closest friends and fans to share this special Monday evening. They were hosting one of their semi-regular gatherings in the massive, ambience-permeated basement-slash-studio of their exquisite home. Several cameras were mounted around the room, pointing towards the center stage where Sandy was standing, addressing the audience. Her husband Lou, the cinematographer, was operating the tripod camera by the door. As with many of these occasions, Lou was dressed in a powder blue tuxedo. Sandra's outfits tended to vary a little more. This evening she was in a lovely leather bustier with a pair of matching ankle-length boots and fingerless gloves. Her makeup was flawless, her hair was teased up and lightly floating down her back, her lips were stuck deep red and her manicured nails to match...and along the ceiling ran track lighting which shone on her. Much of the audience had already been turned on by her presence and appearance.

When the applause died down once more, Sandy's voice quieted and she went on, "That being said, we've got a big night happening here...no point in beating around the bush—wink wink," she added, punctuating her suggestive pun. "So let's get on with it!" She held up every finger of one hand except the pinkie and announced, "My friends, we have got not one, not two, not three, but four, count 'em, FOUR lovely ladies featured this evening! That's two married lesbian couples to present to you tonight!"

The audience whooped appreciatively.

"Ya ready to meet 'em?" asked Sandy.

They responded affirmatively with a collective, "YEAH," but Sandy pretended she didn't really hear them.

"Sorry, I didn't really hear you; what was that??" she demanded, cupping her hand to her ear.

The crowd upped the enthusiasm and the volume. "YEAH!"

Sandy still wasn't satisfied. "Come on, people, make me believe it!" she shouted at them.

They screamed it. "YEAH!!"

Sandy finally nodded. "Oh, all right," she agreed, pretending to give in from reluctance. She turned in Lou's direction, towards the basement door, as Lou opened it for them. "Ladies!" she yelled.

Four young women wandered to center stage, harboring a more or less mutual modicum of timidness. They naturally wanted the audience to like them, so they passed out shy smiles and waves. Per Sandra's instructions, they were dressed normally, in their own everyday outfits, though they felt just a little bit plain next to the atom-bombshell Sandy'd turned herself into.

"All right, girls, now, as you know, I personally scouted and recruited all of you myself, and Lou conducted your individual interviews with you while I was getting ready. Now do speak up so everyone can hear," said Sandy, taking the hand of the girl closest to her. "And your name, sweetie?"

"Uh, L—" She cleared her throat. "LEYNA," she said loudly. "Leyna Phelps." Leyna was 31, with blonde hair and tiny but expressive green eyes. She was wearing a blue dress just a shade darker than Lou's tux, a matching beaded bracelet on her left wrist, and black shoes which were technically high heels, though they were virtually flats. A businesswoman by day who enjoyed dressing for success, she was the most formally dolled-up of the four. She was a little shy and reserved, compared to the others. The audience gave her a small round of applause, which made her clasp her hands and smile modestly.

"Well, brilliant to meet you, Leyna," said Sandy. "And what do you do?"

"I am a financial planner."

"OH, so you're a real no-nonsense business chick type," replied Sandy. "Got'cha. Terrific. And you've with you...?"

"Oh! Yes." Leyna linked her arm with the girl beside her. "My bride, and the light of my life, Cyndi. Best Mrs. Fix-It there is. She is the most wonderful handy-woman in the city. And, she has my last name now."

The audience gave Cyndi an identical cheer with some "aw"s thrown in at Leyna's affectionate declaration as they hugged and kissed. The other two girls who hadn't been introduced yet applauded along as well. Cyndi was the same age as her wife, with neck-length darker blonde hair and brown eyes. She was dressed in a red and white plaid button-up shirt, a pair of faded blue jeans, striped socks and white hush puppies.

"Yay!" said Sandy. "Well, hey, look at this: you're Cyndi, I'm Sandy! That's pretty cool, huh? Well, let's hear it for our first couple, Leyna and Cyndi!" More applause.

She turned to the other couple. "And you, babe?" she asked, offering her hand to the one closer to her.

"Hi!" said the third girl, the bubbly 30-year-old with long, fluffy, bangy light brown hair and dark blue eyes, wearing a multicolored T-shirt, overalls, rainbow-colored sandals and a giant friendly smile. "My name's Judy Flanders, and, uh...I actually entertain at children's birthday parties, believe it or not."

"Oh-ho-ho, really?" Sandy chuckled. "Well, I think you'll be pretty entertaining here this evening, although this particular event is anything but suitable for kids."

Judy giggled. "Oh, I know, right? Oh, and this is my beautiful wife Samantha Blume. She didn't wanna change her name, though, and I would've taken hers, but, uh..." She chuckled.

"...That would've made you Judy Blume," Sandra finished for her.

"Precisely," Judy laughed.

"All right, terrific. So, Samantha?"

"Sam," she modified, holding up a palm. "Just Sam." She was the oldest of the lot at 32, with her 33rd birthday coming up soon. Her eyes were a sharp tint of green. Her hair was short, dark brown and spiky, draping over half her forehead, with a pronounced streak of purple through it. Apparel-wise, she looked the most like Sandy, in a black leather jacket, pants and boots. She also had a worn, faded skull-and-crossbones shirt on under the jacket. She described her profession simply. "Singer-songwriter-musician."

"Yeah, she's kind of a lady of few words," Judy explained. "But that's okay, I do more than enough yapping for the both of us."

"Excellent!" exclaimed Sandy. "Well, welcome, all the four of you!" More applause. "Now along me to ask, if I may...has any of you done any work before in the fields of BDSM or adult films?"

Looking a little timidly at each other, they each shook their heads.

"Ooh, then this'll be extra fun!" said Sandy. "Don't you worry, though; we'll go easy on ya." She turned to the audience. "Four newbies! Four cubs have found their way into our cave, ladies and gentlemen. One more hand for our new victims—ER, virgins!"

She'd made that little slip of the tongue intentionally. She turned back to them with a deceptively benevolent smile.

"Now, before our festivities officially get underway, I've a little something additional to present," Sandra announced. "This is a special evening. Does anyone happen to know what today might be...?" she asked with a hint of naughtiness.

"Earth Day!" someone in the crowd shouted, prompting some laughter.

Sandy laughed along, amidst some giggling from the four wives who'd joined her on stage. "Well, yes, yes, that's correct, it is Earth Day," she agreed, "But aside from that fascinating observance, another occasion that fell on today many, many years ago..." She spun on her heels, turning to the side of the room where her husband was rolling with the camera. "Louis! If you would, please, darling?"

He would. Lou took a step away from the camera towards the door. Above the doorway was a long roll of paper, held in position by four pushpins. No one had noticed it until Lou approached it, stood on his toes to reach it and removed two of the pushpins. Held up at the top corners by the other two, he stepped away and let it drop and unfurl for a flamboyant revealing.

The audience and girls on stage let out some reactions of excitement and applause. The poster displayed a 30-something-year-old Bettie Page, in her 1950s heydays, decked out in some of her best classic S&M garb, leering at them with her trademark bangs and sneaky smile, "innocently" brandishing a riding crop.

"That's right!" confirmed Sandy. "Sadly, she's no longer with us, but tonight is the night we keep her memory alive. Tonight we pay tribute to Bettie Mae Page, on her big nine-oh. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, 'tis Bettie Page's NINETIeth birthday!!"

The audience broke out in the biggest wave of cheers and claps yet.

"I'm so glad you're excited!" Sandy grinned. Turning to the girls on her right, she added, "And so during your performance this evening, ladies, don't be too caught off guard should you feel the spirit of Miss Page infused in you!"

It was a suggestion which sent a breeze of excitement through them.

"Now then, my blushing brides! You've been, eh, briefed..." Sandy could stretch almost anything into some sort of innuendo or saucy pun. "...beforehand, on your little contest this evening, and you understand that each of you shall be participating together with your wife, as a team, and so without further ado, please, another hand for my lovely assistant!"

Lou this time rolled them out a long, decent-sized table on wheels, at waist level, over which was spread a standard deck of fifty-two very large, two-foot by one-and-a-half-foot playing cards, a notepad and a pen.

"All right, ladies, the game is Team Strip High Card," said Sandra, picking up the pad and pen. "I shall be scorekeeper...and now I'll edify on the rules...even though I probably don't have to, am I right?" she asked the crowd provocatively.

The audience chortled. They were indeed pretty familiar with the game and offshoots thereof.

"The cards've been shuffled and cut. You'll each select one card at random for every round. Your card value plus your wife's is your team's score for that round. A jack is eleven, queen is twelve, king is thirteen and an ace is fourteen. No carrying over of points; after every round, your scores reset to zero. Whichever team loses the round owes me one article of your clothing each."

The audience cheered.

"ANY ARTICLE..." continued Sandy over the roar of the crowd, "...at all, your choice. One per round—no more, no less. You can give them to Lou—or to me—and we'll keep them there by the prop closet, and that way you won't be tempted to grab anything and cover yourself back up with it. In case of a tie, no one loses, your clothes stay on, we keep going. But! The chosen article of clothing must be removed by each of you, each round. You may not have one member of your team turn over two garments in a single round.

"Now, each shoe counts as one...if you have socks, each sock counts as one. And as each of you is dressed right now, that's it. Just as you came in tonight, that's the entirety of your wardrobe equipping you for the game. If you have fewer articles of clothing than anyone else...all I can say is, you'd better hope you win."

The audience let out some more cheers and giggles. The girls on stage were tittering a little, becoming understandably nervous.

"Play continues until one member of each team is completely naked," Sandy went on, prompting a chorus of cheers. "We shall proceed with the second half of the evening accordingly. The two naked team members will be our 'subs' in our main event later tonight. The other two, the non-nakeds, will be our 'dommes.'" She proceeded to answer the question now on everyone's minds next.

"If both members of one team end up completely naked..." said Sandy suspensefully, "...and neither of the other team is...welllllll, let's just hope that doesn't happen," she smiled at them mischievously, making the girls look around at one another anxiously.

Sandy clapped. "A'righty! It doesn't matter who leads off, there's no advantage, so what do you say we just go alphabetically?" Everyone agreed that would work. "Cyndi? Guess that makes you first."

"'Kay..." Cyndi approached the cards. She studied them, letting her finger tap her chin as she tried to pick which one she wanted.

Even though there was really no skill involved, she wasn't exactly Dr. Decisive. After several moments of deliberation, Sandy called over, "...you can pick any card you want there, Cyn. Unless you have x-ray vision, just go ahead, any one at all."

At last, Cyndi settled on a card. As she picked it up, Sandy said, "There you go. Please hold it up so everyone can see it."

Cyndi turned it over and gasped in excitement. King of diamonds.

"Oh my God!" she celebrated, jumping and holding it above her head. The first card, and it racked them up a whopping thirteen points. The crowd broke into a collective laugh and cheered. Leyna let out a "YAY!" of elation and they leapt into a pressing hug. Judy's face went into amazement. Sam's morphed simply into an expression that said, "...Are you kidding me?"

"WOW. Guess all that thought you put into which card to pick paid off, Cyndi! All right, you can give me the card, and that's thirteen points for you and Leyna," instructed Sandy, marking down the score. "So, Judy? That makes you next."

"Okay!" Judy blew on her fingertips and clapped her hands, subsequently rubbing her palms together. After Cyndi's method, she thought she would take a few seconds to decide as well. But when she chose her card, she didn't get so lucky.

"OOOooh...oh dear," she remarked, turning to show them. Five of hearts. The reaction was in accordance.

"All right, that's five for Judy and Sam...Leyna?" Sandy turned to her next, doing the math. "You're up, and if you can draw a seven or higher on your turn right now, you and Cyndi will automatically win this first round, because you'll have a high enough score that there'll be no chance for Judy and Sam to catch up with you. So keep that in mind."

Leyna took a quick breath and approached. "Okay, cards, be good to me," she entreated. She chose one.

"Ouch," she winced, turning around. "Or, don't be good to me." She showed them the three of clubs, to a collective "ohhhh..."

"Ouch indeed," Sandy responded, adding their score. "Okay, Cyndi, Leyna, that's thirteen and three, for a first-round score of sixteen. Sam, Judy, you've got five. You still have a chance to win this first time. Sam, if you draw a queen, king or ace, you and Judy win round one. If it's a jack, you tie, and nothing happens."

Sam cracked her knuckles and wiggled her fingers over the cards as she decided on one. Judy hopped and clapped behind her, giving her some encouragement. "Come on, sweetie, you can do it," she fortified her, crossing her fingers.

Sam snatched the card she wanted with determination. Making up her mind it would be high, she flipped it over. She was right.

She spun around. "BOO-ya! Long live the queen!" she announced, applause naturally ensuing. Judy squealed and leapt into the air. Leyna and Cyndi went into a brief moment of disbelief. Good-natured disbelief with a smile, but disbelief nonetheless.

"Damn!" laughed Cyndi.

"How did she do that?!" overlapped Leyna.

"Sorry, ladies," Sandy said with mock-sympathy. "Start undressin'."

The opening round wasn't very difficult, of course; Cyndi and Leyna both simply took off one of their shoes, bringing Leyna down to one bare foot and Cyndi to one socked foot, and each tossed them to the other side of the room.

Sandy clapped along. "All right, girls, well done. Moving right along, Cyndi?" She looked down at her feet. "Oh, cute socks. Ready to, uh...kick off round two?"

Cyndi limped to the table. "Oh, gosh," she whispered. She took another few moments to choose, and this time her luck turned.

Two of spades. "Oh, no!" she laughed in initial embarrassment. The crowd felt that one along with her. In succession in round two, Judy drew a six, and the unfortunate Leyna a four. And so it didn't even matter what Sam drew, any value would win them round two as well. And just like that, Leyna was barefoot, Cyndi had only her stripey socks on.

As they went into round three, all four of them were still having fun. But after Sam and Judy proceeded to win the third round...and the fourth...suddenly, Cyndi and Leyna weren't having quite as grand a time anymore. Thank goodness for Leyna she was allowed to count her bracelet as a garment.

"Oh, God, we are just getting owned over here!" Leyna half-laughed and half-whined as Cyndi whipped off her other sock, now also in her bare feet. And she still had three articles of clothing on after that, but poor Leyna had only two. She was suddenly in trouble, down to only her bra and panties. But getting her dress off wasn't as easy as her shoes. She had clearly underdressed for the night. At least she'd been smart enough to put on underwear. She needed some "help" from the audience.

They started chanting and clapping together. "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!..."

Leyna looked to Sandy. Sandy replied with a sympathetic smile that said, "I'd love to help ya, babe, but sorry, you're on your own."

Leyna Phelps had always been modest about her body. She received her share of compliments on her pretty face, but her body made her self-conscious. She wasn't incredibly well-endowed, nor was she supermodel-thin, and she wasn't crazy about the idea of getting naked in front of multiple people, whether she knew them or not. The rules had been explained to her beforehand, but...she guessed she would just luck out, and wouldn't have to reveal too much. She didn't count on being unlucky. Of course, had she known in the first place, she would have put more on before leaving the house. She supposed she could have taken her bra or panties off under the dress and given them over first, but then she thought it would be virtually impossible to remove the dress should she lose again. When she finally slipped out of the dress, goosebumps jumped up on her skin. She crossed her arms over her breasts, stepping out of it, letting Sandy get it for her. Or so she thought. But then she turned back to see Sandy giving her the same look.

"Oh..." Leyna chuckled, turning red. "This could be a long night."

***

April 22nd, 7:27 p.m.

Thankfully for Leyna, what went around eventually came around. The law of averages caught up, as she and Cyndi won not one, not two but the next three consecutive rounds. In fact, she couldn't believe how lucky she felt now. Leyna began to feel much more comfy in her underwear, especially as Sam and Judy had to start stripping it down. Leyna and Cyndi just had to hope Sam wasn't wearing any socks under her boots. She wasn't. And they found that out early, as Sam opted to remove her boots before anything else.

When Samantha removed her jacket, the audience, Cyndi, Leyna and Sandra were all treated to the nice little illustration on her right forearm. She had a tattoo of a serpent that began at her wrist and wrapped around her arm several times, its hissing head reaching to the inside of her elbow.

Leyna was a little afraid of needles and thus also tattoos, but Cyndi was impressed as Samantha showed it off. "Cool!" she declared, nearing Sam to get a closer look at it. "Wow, that's awesome!" she commented. "Did it hurt? I kinda wanna get a tattoo myself. I haven't decided what or where yet, I'm just thinking about it."


How to Wage a Wargasm



"Aw, well, y'know, your first time it always hurts like a motherfucker," Sam explicated matter-of-factly. "And let me tell ya, your first tattoo's pretty goddamn painful too."

Most of the audience laughed and cheered at her blue joke. And as blue as her sense of humor was, Judy's face turned just as red, trying to cover her embarrassed grin. As for Judy, she was now showing as much skin as Leyna, having also dressed herself with fewer clothes. Cyndi was the only one who had worn socks, and what an advantage they turned out to be.

"Darn it, I wish I'd worn socks!" lamented Judy with a nervous giggle.

"All right, ladies and ladies," said Sandra with a smile, "You ready for round eight??"

The audience was getting very excited, for obvious reasons. Judy and Leyna looked nervously at each other, realizing what was happening. Whoever won this round, one of them would have to start exposing their "goodies."

Leyna took a step closer to Judy. "I think you and I better buddy up and pray for a tie," she told her.

Judy nodded in agreement. "I think you're right."

They asked Sandy for a quick moment so they could both get on their knees, put their hands together, look up and unisonously beseech, "Please let there be a tie!"

They gave the audience another empathetic laugh to enjoy as they got back to their feet. They had just gone through half the deck.

"Well all righty then, on that note," cued Sandy, "Cyndi? Time to do the honors again."

Leyna's heart started pounding. Judy's heart was going at a pretty good clip itself as Cyndi chose her next pick. It seemed to take forever. She finally selected one. She drew a seven. Judy went next, and got a ten. A now very frightened Leyna lucked out with a queen. And miraculously, Samantha dug a well-timed nine out of the remainder of the deck.

"Well, I'll be damned!" said Sandy, turning to Judy and Leyna. "God heard you, ladies: you got your wish! That's a tie!"

Their mouths fell open as they looked wide-eyed at each other. The first thing they did was break out in a laughing yell and slap their hands in celebration. Then they hugged, big and tight, before they knew what they were doing. They didn't even hear the audience cheering their hugging.

"Oh my God, that's so freaking awesome! There's just one problem, though!" said Leyna.

"I know!" said Judy.

"This isn't over yet, is it?!" said Leyna.

"No, it's not!" said Judy.

"I'm still terrified!" said Leyna.

"So am I!" said Judy.

They laughed nervously and returned to their wives.

"Well then!" said Sandy. "On to round nine, shall we, girls?"

Judy's and Leyna's enthusiasm didn't last long. It was Cyndi's turn again. Leyna dropped to her knees in front of her, taking her hands, and begged her, "Honey, please make it a high one. PLEASE, please, please, sweetie! If you love me, make it high!"

Cyndi felt herself under a fair deal of pressure. She kissed Leyna on top of her head and assured her, "I'll do my best, babe." She returned to the cards and took her time, looking for her initial lightning to strike twice. Finally, she took one and looked.

"Eight!" she announced, turning around. Leyna wasn't sure whether to be relieved or scared. Eight was directly in the middle.

"All right, Mrs. Flanders, you're up," Sandy told Judy.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh," murmured Judy, approaching the table looming before her. She closed her eyes, letting her fingers blindly glide over the cards. "'Kay, Jude," she told herself, "Just pretend you're at the beach, just pretend, you're at, the beach..." which earned her another little collective giggle.

At last, she found a card and her mind told her to just take it. She took a deep breath, turned it over and opened her blurry eyes.

The first thing she saw was a lot of empty space on her card and...something in the middle. Her heart jumped a beat as her first thought was, Oh, God, no, it's a two! But then she let her vision focus wholly. And it turned out she wasn't seeing double after all. Her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth went straight up.

"ACE!!" she shouted in a thrilled high voice, flinging the card in the air and leaping repeatedly as high in the air as she could. Still on the floor on her knees, Leyna dropped her face into her hands. "Noooooo!" she half-laughed and half-cried. The audience was alternatingly feeling excited for Judy and sorry for Leyna. When the noise died down, Sandy reminded them, "All right, Leyna, now don't panic just yet. Round nine's not over yet. You and Cyndi have eight points, Sam and Judy have fourteen. If you get an eight or higher, you still have a chance of coming out of this one okay."

Still looking at the floor, Leyna raised her hand and Cyndi helped her to her feet. "Oh, gosh, I don't wanna do it..." she giggle-wept, making the crowd continue to laugh and "aw" for her. But she made her legs ferry her to the table. Cyndi knew the chances of them winning this round were pretty slim, so she started unbuttoning her shirt, to the audience's further delight. Flattered by the attention, she momentarily forgot about her wife and started doing a little striptease-like dance for them.

Leyna couldn't focus on Cyndi just now, she had to concentrate on just selecting the card calling her name, saying, Me. Right here, L.P. I'm your high card; you want me, babe. She thought about it until the power of suggestion convinced her she'd found it. And she decided the best way to do this wasn't to delay the news; she had to flip it over nice and quick, and face the proverbial music.

So she did. She let her brain register the card...the result the card value signified...dropped it, threw her hands back over her face, let her body fall over backwards and collapsed on the floor on her back. There was no need to explain.

The crowd exploded. Sam and Judy knew it was a little mean, but they celebrated, hugging, cheering and laughing with the crowd.

Cyndi nodded. Figures, she thought, removing her shirt as the audience began re-chanting, along with Sandy, Judy and Samantha, "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!..."

Leyna curled herself up into a ball, helplessly lying on the fortunately soft carpet, still covering her face, vehemently shaking her head in response to the chant. Eventually, Sandy waved her hands to silence the crowd for a minute.

"Mrs. Phe-elps..." Sandy sang down to her with an evil smile, "...Miss Page is waiting. It's not good to keep Miss Page waiting. It's called Strip High Five for a reason, young lady...you don't want to know what happens if you refuse to obey the rules, do you?"

"Nooooo...pleeeeeeeease..." Leyna chuckle-sobbed.

Sandra called Cyndi over to whisper something into her ear. When she was finished, Cyndi's face crumbled along with Leyna's. She felt so terrible for her wife, but they had all agreed to the game, and as Sandy'd explained, rules were rules. She handed Sandy her shirt, and made her way down to Leyna's feet as Sandy stood by her head. Cyndi knelt down, and Sandy gave her the cue.

"Honey?..." Cyndi called down to her wife, almost in tears for her. "Sweetheart?...I am so...SO sorry."

Before she could ask for what or realize anything was going on, Sandy dropped the shirt over Leyna's head and Cyndi grabbed her panties around the hips, whipped them down, wrestled them off her legs and flung them backwards behind her like a bouquet.

"AAAAAHH! Fwuh duh fuhk!" Leyna screamed under the shirt and started flailing her arms and legs, almost kicking her wife right in the breasts. And no one thought the audience's reactions could get any more extreme. Judy and Samantha tried to hold it back, but they couldn't. They felt a little bad, but they broke out in raucous laughter along with the audience. Once they were completely off, Leyna's hands reflexively jumped down herself and covered her naked vagina. And Sandy removed the shirt from her head, revealing Leyna's now beet-red, dampened face, and her hair in disarray.

Leyna took one hand off her exposed pussy to wipe her eyes and brush the hair from them. The first girl naked, in front of all these people—and not even fully naked, just her vagina—this was a new level of humiliation. Still lying on the floor, shaking her head and trying to laugh it out, she whimpered, "And I thought this was gonna be easy!"

"You did?" Sandy asked. "You thought getting naked in front of a hundred strangers on your first try was gonna be easy?"

Leyna sniffled. "Uh-huh," she squeaked.

"Poor lady," remarked Sandy. "Well, here, why don't you just give me your hands, and I'll help you up!"

The audience was losing it. Leyna turned her face to the side and tried to bury it in the carpet. "Oh, you're so mean!" she uttered.

Five minutes later, Leyna was finally back on her feet, still covering herself, and round ten was underway. Cyndi still had her old jeans, her bra and her panties on, but her heart was pounding for her wife. She cautiously picked a card and turned it over. Uh-oh, she thought. Six of diamonds.

Judy went next, as usual. Nine of hearts.

"All right, Leyna," Sandy again cued her up. "Anything higher than a four, and you won't automatically lose this round."

Well, she thought she could at least pull that off. And fortunately, she was right: ten of clubs.

Unfortunately, when Samantha went next, she matched her wife's nine. And Judy and Sam took round ten as well.

"OH!" said Sandy, pretending to feel Cyndi's and Leyna's pain, but really loving it inside. "Guys! These cards aren't showing you a lot of mercy tonight!"

Leyna covered her eyes with her unoccupied hand, starting to feel tears coming on. Cyndi slid her jeans off, let the roar of the crowd subside and said to Leyna, "Sweetheart?...You want me to take off your bra for you?"

Leyna stepped into Cyndi's arms, hugged her, buried her crimson face in Cyndi's shoulder and held on to her as Cyndi undid the hooks in the back of her bra, one by one. It came off, Cyndi handed it to Sandy, and Leyna clamped herself even harder onto her wife, smushing her uncovered boobies against her, holding on for one little shred of dignity. The crowd found this utterly adorable. It was so unfair, she thought. Everyone else still had both their bra and panties on, and she was a hundred percent entirely naked. Now pressed up against her wife, who was only in her undies, the crowd let out a medley of cheers and wolf whistles at them.

It was of course now time for round eleven to begin, which meant Cyndi had to draw another card, but Leyna refused to let go of her. So Cyndi shuffled her way backwards to the remaining cards, dragging Leyna along with her.

"Go on, go ahead...there is nothing in the rules that says you may not take your naked wife along to select your card," an amused Sandy told them, "But you must actually choose the card and pick it up yourself. And, eh...Mrs. Phelps, as your wife is now already fully nude, if you lose this round too, I'm afraid we're gonna have to start to, uh...'punish' her, so to speak."

Leyna raised her head from Cyndi's moistened shoulder. "What??" she asked.

"What are you gonna do to her?" Cyndi asked her.

"Well...until the time comes, why don't we just leave that up to our imaginations..." Sandy said, cruelly smirking at them.

Oh, hell, thought Cyndi. Well, no pressure or anything! Leyna still clinging to her, Cyndi reached behind her, found a card, picked it up and gasped. "Ace!" She had drawn the ace of spades.

"YAY!!" she shouted, throwing her arms in the air. Somehow, though, it still failed to give Leyna a great deal of comfort.

Judy and Samantha exchanged a couple of "uh-oh"s. Actually, Judy's was "uh-oh"; Sam's was "oh, shit."

"That's gonna hurt us," Judy remarked, feeling her underwear already starting to slip off of her. "That is really gonna hurt us."

For a moment Leyna considered looking up at them incredulously to scream out, "Hurt YOU?!" But she didn't. So Judy took her turn, and drew a seven, earning her and Sam half of Cyndi's and Leyna's points so far this round. And all eyes turned back to Leyna.

"Um...honey?" Cyndi asked her. "Leyna? Sweetheart? It's, uh...kinda...your turn."

Much as she wanted to, Leyna knew she couldn't use her wife as a shield from the crowd's prying eyes all night. She took her arms off Cyndi, covered her breasts and vagina, and timidly stepped up to the table once more.

"Leyna, if you draw anything higher than a seven, Judy and Sam won't be able to catch you and you and Cyndi will have automatically won this round," Sandy encouraged her.

It wasn't easy focusing on the cards with her damp eyes, but Leyna blinked them into clear vision and took her hands off herself long enough to pick one up. She turned it over, and breathed out an audible giggling sigh of relief. Keeping her back turned, she held it up. Jack of clubs.

She heard the audience and her wife cheer and applaud. Then she heard Judy to her right matching her half-laughing half-moaning "Oh, no-o-o-o!" For the first time in a little while, Leyna's lips ascended into a big smile. As she held the card over her body until she returned next to Cyndi, she couldn't describe how good it felt now to hear the crowd chant, "Take it off! Take it off!..." and know they weren't talking to her. She almost joined in with Cyndi and the audience, yelling, "Take it off! Take it off!..." but thought, Well, let's see if we win the next one too.

Sam pulled off and stepped out of her pants, and tossed them, leaving her shirt and underwear on. Judy, meanwhile, was reluctantly unhooking her own bra. When all four of the hooks were undone, she too brought her arm around and over her chest, caught the bra, and let it fall to the floor, crossing her arms over herself. The crowd were enjoying themselves at her expense now as well. Yet she knew she couldn't leave her bra sitting in the middle of the stage. She picked it up between her toes, turned to Sandy, relied on her balance and raised her leg up enough to give it to her, which delighted the lot of them still more.

"Excellent, ladies!" praised Sandy. "That brings us to round twelve. Thus far, we have got one cute girl naked, and another one topless, ladies and gentlemen!..." The crowd cheered. "Tell me something, folks: is this a great fuckin' night or WHAT?!"

The audience once again blew up in crazy cheers. Round twelve began. Cyndi drew a three now in her underwear. Judy unclutched her bared boobs for a few moments to draw a seven. Leyna took a dozen teeny tiny steps to the table, picked out a nine, handed it behind her to Sam and Judy, who handed it to Sandy, and returned beside Cyndi. And Samantha fished an eight.

"OH-ho-ho!" Sandy moaned. "Judy and Sam, looks like you've got this one too!"

"God!" said Cyndi. She wasn't nearly as shy as her wife, and she just wanted to get it over with, so she quickly undid the hooks, whipped off her bra, put up her arms, turned around to each section of the audience and shook her boobs for them, embarrassed but proud of her figure, just to dispense with the awkwardness. Her already naked wife, Leyna, looked very worried.

"So, w—...what happens to me now?" she asked Sandy.

Sandra again leered at her. "Delighted you asked." She turned to her husband. "Louis, my dear!"

Lou had readily brought an inscrutable-looking but attractive black gift box with a thick, sturdy red ribbon tied around it to present to them. Sandra accepted it with a "Thank you, darling." But before she did anything with it, she turned back to Leyna and waved her finger in a circle, gesturing for her to turn around.

"Um...why?" asked Leyna.

"Just go ahead, I'm not going to hurt you. Turn around, bright eyes."

Leyna obeyed, to next hear Sandy's voice say—

"Hands, please."

A little confused, she started to turn back around to face her.

"No, no; you stay turned around, Mrs. Phelps. Face our guests, and give me your hands."

Leyna started to panic as the less-than-sympathetic audience applauded for the hundredth time. "Oh, but I..."

"Ah—now, now, now, Leyna, you gals knew the circumstances going in. It's okay, after all, they've already seen your tushie. They're gonna see the rest of you sooner or later. And like I said, I'm not gonna harm you," Sandra reassured her.

Leyna looked at the floor, closed her eyes and did as Sandy said. Her body felt hot with all the crowd's eyes on it. Her face was rosy pink. Sandy took Leyna's hands behind her back, took the ribbon off the box and started wrapping it around her wrists.

When she realized what the woman was doing, Leyna panicked again. "Oh, gosh, no, please don't tie me up!" she pleaded.

"Just your hands, my friend," said Sandy, finishing binding her wrists. "At least just your hands for right now."

"Cyndi, aren't you gonna help me??" demanded Leyna, turning desperately to her wife.

Cyndi held out her arms. "Wh—...honey, what do you want me to do? I didn't make the rules! Besides, uh...I think that's kinda...hot, actually."

The crowd audibly agreed. When Sandy was done, she said, "There we are. Comfy?"

"Um, no," Leyna disagreed grumpily. It wasn't particularly uncomfortable or painful, but she hated being restrained in any way.

"Aw, come on, turn that frown upside-down," said Sandy in a childlike voice. She poked at her belly, ribs and sides, making her squeal and jump. "You ticklish? Huh? Huh? Are ya? That tickle? Does it? Huh?"

"Ok—okay, okay!" Leyna giggled. "Please stop!"

"Very well," Sandy said. She clapped her hands. "All right then, round thirteen! Go ahead, Cyndi."

Cyndi felt bad for Leyna, but she was also turned on by her lovely wife being tied up, even by someone other than her. Besides, while she still had her panties on, her breasts were also hanging out and enjoying the fresh air. And the cards were about to give her another reason not to feel too bad. As five of the rounds had been determined prematurely, nine cards remained on the table.

Cyndi took one and turned it over. "YES!" she shouted, proudly displaying the king of spades.

"Whoa! Déjà vu!" exclaimed Sandy, marking down the score as the audience applauded. Leyna performed all the applause she could under her circumstances. "Congrats, Cyndi!" Sandy added. "Round thirteen, thirteen points! A'righty then. Judith?"

Judy fished out the six of hearts, putting her and Samantha at a bit of a disadvantage this round.

"Okay...you're up, Leyna!" Sandy smiled malevolently. "Have fun picking your card."

Leyna gazed back at her more sourly than she'd have preferred. She was trying to keep her outlook on the whole evening positive and upbeat, but it had become quite difficult. She approached the cards, now incapable of protecting her genitalia.

"And Leyna, if you can get an eight or higher, you and Cyndi will've automatically won the round, and the game will be over."

Well, she did like the sound of that. Leyna reached the table, turned around, tried to look over her shoulders, prompting some more audience giggling, finally located a card, turned it upwards and rotated back around so they could see it. She heard them cheer. It was the ten of hearts. She and Cyndi had won the round.

That took Samantha down one more garment and stripped Judy completely. She'd been mentally preparing herself for it, so she turned her back—and her bottom—to the audience, slid down her panties, took a minute, stepped out of them and turned back around, holding out her arms to show herself off. The audience whistled and hooted when they saw her perfectly groomed pussy.




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Sandra applauded along with the crowd. "Excellent!" she said. "Excellent job, ladies, and we...are...done!" She let the applause die down and went on. "And that...is Team Strip High Card. The cards have decided, ladies and gents, we have our dommes—Cyndi and Sam—and we have our subs—Leyna and Judy! Well done, girls, you've made Miss Page proud," she said, again referring to the poster on the door. The girls applauded for themselves. Leyna turned around so the crowd could see her trying to clap her hands.

"But as you well know, we are not done yet!" Sandra shouted. "We have still got the VERY hot main attraction of our evening coming up, but, uh..." She fanned herself, looking at the naked and half-naked girls on stage. "Whew! I think we could use a little intermission first, though, huh?"

A number of audience members jumped up from their seats. Lou went to get some refreshments. Sandy stayed with the girls.

"Mrs. Burton...Sandy?" said Leyna. "Can we untie my hands, please?"

"I'm afraid not, Leyna," she replied. "And you're gonna find out why not very shortly."

***

April 22nd, 9:38 p.m.

When the audience returned and resumed their seats, Sandra and Lou had placed two upholstered office chairs in the center of the stage, facing back to back, lined with soft white towels. Propped up in each was a large, fluffy pillow. Two additional house chairs were also placed beside the upholstered ones. Lou took his place back behind the camera again and continued rolling as Sandy welcomed the crowd back.

"All righty, you guys, everybody still pumped??" she shouted.

"YEAH," the crowd yelled back.

"Well, I hope so; that was some damn good money we spent on all those refreshments for you guys," she stated matter-of-factly, making the crowd chuckle. "Speaking of money, I wanna take this moment to show you our grand prize this evening. Louis, dear?"

He nodded, and stepped into the prop closet for just a moment to remove an enormous check, its size relative to the playing cards. It was almost four feet long, and the hand-scribble on it was large enough for everyone to see, even on the other side of the room.

"There you have it, girls," said Sandy. "That right there is a five, followed by four zeroes, a decimal point, and two more zeroes! That translates to five million cents, or, fifty...THOUSand...DOLLARS!"

The crowd erupted. Two of the wives shared a simultaneous "Wow..." One of them whistled. One of them said, "Damn!"

"Thank you, honey!" Sandy called to him. Lou nodded again and returned the check to the closet. "Okay!" continued Sandy. "We've got two comfy chairs for our lovely subs, Mrs. Leyna Phelps and Mrs. Judy Flanders, so why don't you guys go ahead and be seated..." urged Sandy. "Sit in whichever one you like, it doesn't matter..."

Once they'd perched, Sandra opened the black gift box Lou'd handed her, which was full of more bows and identically sturdy red ribbons. "'Atta girls..." she said. "Now be good and hold still for Mrs. Sandy..."

With that, she went to work on them. She tied Judy's wrists together behind her just as with Leyna's, and then wrapped all four of their hands together. Next she did their ankles. Making sure their legs were spread as far as possible on either side of the chairs, she tied Leyna's left foot to Judy's right foot, and Leyna's right to Judy's left. And just for an extra dissuasion for them to try to get up and run away, she took an extra long length of ribbon and wrapped it around both of their bodies together in the chairs, just a few inches beneath the breasts.

When she was through securing them to the chairs and to each other, she removed a couple of bows from the box and placed one of each of their heads. "There!" she declared as the audience laughed, referring once more to the poster. "A couple of lovely wrapped-up presents for our birthday lady." She grinned at them. "Comfy, girls?" Her voice dripped with wicked glee.

Judy and Leyna did a little bit of wriggling in their chairs. "Kinda, I guess," said Judy. "It does feel a little tight in here, though."

"Yeah," Leyna agreed. "Again, Mrs. Sandy, is the tying us up part really necessary?"

"Oh, but absolutely!" Sandy told them. "You two aren't our cute little subs of our evening for nothing. And take my word for this, after another half hour from now, tightness is going to be the last thing on your minds." The next thing she removed from the box was a pair of identical three feet long strips of light but opaque cloth, which she gave to Sam and Cyndi. "And here you are, dommes...please blindfold your subs."

"Uh-oh," squirmed Judy apprehensively. "I don't think I like this part."

"'Think'?" parroted Leyna. "I know I don't like this part!"

"Don't you worry, my gals," Sandra assured. "Again, very shortly, you're gonna be pretty damn grateful, I promise you."

The circumstances of the game had worked out pretty appropriately, as Judy and Leyna wouldn't have made very good dommes. They were both very gentle, very feminine and much more suited to the submissive position. Their wives were more mentally equipped to take control. Samantha had a bit of a cruel streak about her regarding her wife, in that she enjoyed toying with Judy sexually and doing little things to tease her, torment her, annoy her and frustrate her. She loved to aggressively scrape away that veneer of bubbliness and make Judy just burn for pleasure. And while Cyndi really hated being tied up or unable to move herself, she as aforementioned was becoming hugely turned on just by the sight of her own wife being put in such a compromising position. She adored Leyna, and was completely monogamous and faithful to her, but seeing her tied up naked hand and foot to another woman like this, by another woman, no less, undeniably made Cyndi feel a little...oooohhh. It made her special spots tingle. Sam and Cyndi both felt sorry for them, but at the same time, they did want to have some fun with them too.

Once they'd put the blindfolds on their brides, Sandy asked them, "Now can you two see anything under there?"

Judy shook her head. "No, ma'am."

"Leyna?"

"I can see...the inside of a blindfold," Leyna replied, with just a dash of flippancy.

"Well, that's wonderful, 'cause that's all you're supposed to be able to see!" Sandy stated cheerfully. "Now, subs, please go ahead and scoot your cute asses up as far forward in the chairs as you can." They complied as Sandy emptied the box by removing the last two items, which she handed to Sam and Cyndi: two Hitachis. "And here, then, are your wands, ladies."

The audience cheered wildly. "WHOA," Cyndi chuckled. "These're fun, huh??" she asked Samantha.

"These babies are fucking intense," Sam agreed.

They sat down in the extra chairs provided beside their wives. Judy and Leyna of course couldn't see what was going on, or what Sandy had just handed their mates, but they had an idea. "Okay, I'm getting a little nervous now," commented Judy, turning her head in Leyna's direction. Leyna concurred.

"Good," Sandra told them. "You two have a marvelous grasp of the obvious. Now then, dommes! You both have been supplied with brand-new, completely fresh batteries, although we do have more, in case you need more—wink wink," she added, deliberately not being subtle. "Now, I can see you're anxious to get going, so I'll hasten through the rest of the rules. Now ladies, part two of the evening's entertainment, our main attraction, will be testing your abilities to make your wives see stars under those blindfolds."

Another wave of audience cheering. "Now, it looks like we're all gonna be winners tonight, so I will just tell you, the recipients of our $50,000 prize will be determined by both the frequency and the intensity of your orgasms. We realize this is subjective, so our judges will be our lovely and unbiased audience," said Sandy. "So ladies and gents, would you like to gather round a little closer?"

The audience got up from their seats, forming a rectangle-ovoid around the wives. "Very good," said Sandy. "Now I know it's gonna be hard, folks, but please keep your reactions to a minimum during the actual performance so the ladies can concentrate. Now dommes, ground rules for you. First of all, what's not allowed: you may not touch your opponent's wife in any way."

"Awww," moaned the audience.

"I know, I know, a minor disappointment, for you," conceded Sandy to the crowd, "But necessary for fair play. Not that I'm insinuating you'd want or be tempted to, but no touching, rubbing, fondling, groping, poking, stroking, grabbing, pinching, tickling or squeezing your opponent, or her wife, at any time. The other 'don't': no attempting to verbally distract your opponent. In other words, the focus is completely and only on your own wife. Violation of the rules is grounds for automatic disqualification. It's also grounds for a very serious punishment that our audience might like, but trust me, you definitely won't. So just please...don't do it."

The crowd and the ladies chortled.

"Also not allowed: subs, no faking it!" Sandy said firmly. "Unless you're one hell of an actress, if you try to fake it, we're gonna know. And given, as Mrs. Blume noted, the fucking intensity of the wands, we will not be able to count your orgasm without some visible lady-come. Or squirting. You can't just come on the inside; you're gonna have to come on the outside for us too.

"Now, as to what is allowed," continued Sandra. "First off, dommes, no limitation on the wand settings. Go wild with 'em. This isn't a library. Just keep in mind, the higher settings use more battery power. If you think you can make your wife beat the clock with that much juice, hell, have at her. Go for it. Go to town on her. But bear in mind also, should you need a battery recharge, your opponent will be given a substantial advantage. You may touch your own wife as much as you like, wherever you like—or she likes. Be romantic with her, make out with her, tongue-fuck her, talk dirty to her, anything you want, we don't care, but again, only with your own wife. Subs, you've got the easy job here. All you have to do is sit back...let yourself get worked up...and come...like wildcats...and not fake it. And scream as loud as you want. Take my word for it, the audience loves it. The louder, the better."

They applauded in confirmation. Sandy turned to them. "Audience, no help from you, they must do it on their own. Please do not touch the ladies—you may touch yourselves if you so desire, hell, you can even touch each other, but please leave the wives to their task. And as already noted, please keep your vocal contribution low."

"Can we take off our clothes?" they heard an indistinguishable voice ask, prompting some giggling. Whoa! the ladies thought.

"Excellent question," said Sandy. "In deference to the concentration of our contestants, we kindly ask that, no, please do not take off your own clothes. You can touch yourself under your clothes, but do remain clothed."

That almost disappointed Sam and Cyndi a little, but as Sandra noted, they already had enough to keep their minds busy.

"Okay then!" said Sandy. "Everybody clear on the rules?"

Everybody seemed pretty clear.

"Any other questions?"

Someone raised a hand. "Yes?"

The person lowered her hand. "What happens if we can't decide who wins?" she asked. "I mean, like, y'know, what if they both seem...kinda...equally...uh..." She wasn't quite sure how to tactfully say it.

"Ah, another good question," said Sandy. "If things come down that close, we have the cameras rolling, we can go to instant replay and slow it down for a more conclusive decision. And if necessary, we'll also take an individual audience poll."

Everyone's curiosity seemed to be satisfied by this. So Sandy again checked for questions, and said, "Well, all right, then, I guess we're all set, huh, ladies?"

All four hearts at center stage began beating a little faster. Leyna's and Judy's cunts had already started to dampen and leak just a bit from the power of suggestion, even though the game hadn't begun yet. They were starting to get pretty eager and antsy. And they were starting to understand why Sandy tied their hands behind their backs. They'd probably already be rubbing themselves.

"Very well then!" said Sandy. "Let, the Wargasm, begin!!"

The audience cheered and laughed at the event's punny name.

"LADIES," bellowed Sandy like a stock car racing announcer, "START...YOUR...VIBRATORS!!"

Samantha had placed her hand on Judy's thigh just so she didn't catch her totally off-guard. She flipped hers on the first setting and touched it to her wife's vagina.

Even though Sam had her hand on her thigh and she heard the wand turn on, Judy still wasn't totally ready. When she felt it, she gasped. "OH my GOSH!" she exclaimed, to the crowd's giggling delight. Cyndi slipped her free arm around Leyna's back to hold on to her, looked at Leyna's face and asked, "Okay, babe, which setting you want?"

Leyna heard Judy's switch on, heard her reaction, and became more eager. "I-I don't care, just pick one!" she said.

"'Kay..." Cyndi randomly flipped it up to the middle one and put it on her. It was a little much for Leyna to handle right off the bat.

She too gasped, her head involuntarily tilting back. "HOLY sm—okay, one lower than that!" she quickly decided.

The audience was having a hard time being even relatively silent. Once Judy and Leyna got accustomed to the vibing feeling on their pussies, they were able to settle in and start to really enjoy it.

"All right, babe, just tell me how I'm doing," Cyndi said. "Tell me what you want me to do, I'll do it, whatever it is. Anything."

Leyna was moaning softly, letting her head roll back. Behind her, Judy was leaning her head forward and whimpering. Samantha was groping her with her free hand, making her jerk upwards with little squeaks. Leyna felt her competitive edge kicking in. It seemed to her Judy and Sam had taken the advantage. She opened her eyes to look blurrily at Cyndi, and uttered her name.

"Yeah, babe?" Cyndi asked excitedly.

"S—...suck on my tits, please, babe," Leyna sputtered out.

"You got it!" Cyndi inched up closer on the seat on her chair, leaned down, took Leyna's right boob in her unoccupied hand, gave it a little squeeze to make sure it was ripe, so to speak, and slipped it into her mouth, just an inch past the nipple. She pressed it between her tongue and palate. Leyna groaned in approval. "Yessss..." she murmured.

Fortunately, Cyndi was well aware what her wife liked. In the next few minutes, when she sensed the moment was right, she positioned the nipple between her teeth and began lightly nibbling. Her instincts were correct. In fact, they were dead-on. Leyna tossed her head back again and gasped, "FUCK!"

It was Judy and Sam's turn to realize the opposition seemed to have the advantage. They were both thinking the same thing. Time to step it up for them too. Samantha took the vibrator up to the next setting. Fingering Judy's erect nipples, she aggressively kissed her. Judy's moan escalated through the kiss.

Leyna didn't need any kissing right now, she wanted a different form of stimulation after another little while. "C—Cyndi," she called down to her again. Her wife turned her face upwards and looked at her, still with a mouth full of boob. "Hm?" she asked.

Leyna sighed and breathed deep to get her next request out. "...Talk dirty to me, hon."

Cyndi smiled seductively with Leyna's breast between her pearly whites. She let it slip out of her mouth and complied. "Gladly."

She at first wasn't sure what she'd say if she were to pillow-talk Leyna, but she was getting good ideas just from everything that was going on now. She had a feeling she was going to very much enjoy bossing her restrained wife around. She leaned up beside her wife's ear, brushed her hair out of the way, and Leyna felt her warm breath.

"You fuckin' like that, baby?...You do, don't'cha?...Your pussy worships me right now, sweetie. It's soaked. That dirty little cunt of yours is soaking fucking wet right now. I've got you in the palm of my hand. You're mine now. All...mine. Your tits are worshiping me, and your pussy's just dying for release...isn't it?"

She caressed the rest of Leyna's upper body as she went on. "You want me to turn it up, babe?...I think you do, hon. I think you secretly want me to torture your clit, and force you over the edge, but you're too scared to say it." She slipped her arm around her wife's shoulder, pecked her cheek and finger-combed her hair. "Well, whether you want it or not, babe, you're gonna fuckin' get it."

Cyndi switched the vibrator up to the middle level again, and this time Leyna took it like a big girl. She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth and held her breath. Her forehead popped out her first several beads of sweat. "OH fuck..." she whispered desperately.

Cyndi kissed her ear and chuckled lowly in it. "I knew you wanted it, wifey. And I've got news for you, my dear: this is only the middle setting." She teased her by taking the wand up to the next level for half a second, then immediately back down to the middle again. Leyna began to heave a helpless gasp, and Cyndi kept her in check. "Your pussy belongs to me right now, and I can do anything I want to it," she taunted, watching with satisfaction as Leyna began struggling and rattling more vehemently in her chair.

Judy and Samantha were still kissing for a good bit longer, bringing Judy's body temperature and sexual pH level yet higher. And when Sam read the signs that she was ready, she activated the next setting on their own vibrator.

Leyna felt Judy yanking back on the ribbon connecting their hands as she started losing it. Judy's voice ascended near the top of her pitch as she went crazier and crazier. An initial stream of sweat appeared directly in the middle of her forehead, snuck under her blindfold, ran straight down between her eyes, right in the center of her face and dripped off the tip of her nose. She and Leyna were playing some serious tug-of-war with this ribbon, but Sandy wasn't at all worried about them breaking it. Two trains going in opposite directions might be able to barely break a ribbon of this durability, but not two petite women tied down into their seats.

Sam knew this signal when she saw it. She leaned up closer to Judy and lowly muttered to her, "I'm gonna finger-fuck you, bitch."

Judy was letting her head roll back, but Sam barely heard her breathe an obedient, "Okay..."

Samantha took the vibrator in her other hand, putting her thumb to the switch for the next setting change, leaned in closer still, into Judy's neck and let her teeth sink into it as she spread her wife's drenched-wet labia and plunged her fingers inside. Judy's eyes popped open at the neck bite, from which she hadn't even time to recover before Samantha manually penetrated her.

Cyndi was still whispering to Leyna. "What do you want me to do to you next, sweetheart?" she asked saucily.

"Oh, God," Leyna breathed. She was straining too much to produce sound, but Cyndi discerned a hushed "lick me" in her moaning.

Cyndi held the vibrator on her with her left hand and lowered herself onto her knees on the floor. She slipped her fingers between Leyna's bushy pussy lips and opened her as well. Leyna was a big fan of oral sex—both giving and receiving—and Cyndi sometimes wished her wife was a little more trimmed down there, but she never minded a significant amount. Especially not now.




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She licked her lips, gathered some saliva and stuck out her tongue, but the vibrator temporarily stopped her in her tracks. In her haste and zeal to give her bride the time of her life, she accidentally bumped the vibrator with her nose, which stung.

"Ooh!" She had to take a second to rub it.

Leyna tried to look down at her. "Wh—...y'okay, hon?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine, babe, I just got myself in the nose there," Cyndi quickly explained with a chuckle. That was silly of her, she thought, but she blinked rapidly, and when she was ready again, she took her tongue and slipped it into Leyna's waiting cunt. Leyna let loose a vocal gasp and started chanting, "Oh God yes yes yes yes fuck yes fuck yes babe yes GOD YES!..." Cyndi extended it and began swishing it about in her wife's pussy, licking her all around as far as she could reach inside her, flipped up the vibrator again, and that pulled the scream trigger on Leyna. She uncontrollably unleashed the first all-out passion-ridden shriek of the night.

That certainly got the audience's attention and a reaction out of them, and Sandy herself as well. "HEL-lo!" Sandy quickly opined. "Harbinger of things to come?"

Judy and Sam again thought identically. Uh-oh...looks like we're gonna have to get serious.

Sandy turned to them. "You guys gonna just let those two show you what's up?" she asked mischievously.

Samantha leaned up beside her. "Next setting?"

Judy, now with a deep hickey in her neck, nodded apprehensively. "I, uh...I may regret this, but yeah."

Judy Flanders wasn't especially keen on screaming her lungs out, as she had never been particularly big on drawing a lot of attention to herself. She was always a little self-conscious and wary of what people might think of any number of things about her. She couldn't deal with anyone judging her. She coped with the idea a little more strongly as an adult, however, and figured this was what the other folks here were expecting, and in fact, would probably be disappointed if she didn't let loose with it.

Pretend we're alone, she told herself. You can't see anything, so just focus on the vibrator, and pretend we're totally alone.

She had finally convinced herself to do just so, and a good thing, too, as Samantha that very same second flipped the wand up to the next setting, as agreed, to drive her insane via her erect clit, and pried her pussy open just enough to slip a third digit inside her.

The vibrator's most recent setting took effect, and Judy Flanders erupted.

She choked out about two mild "OHH"s ascending on a steep slope past the top of her voice and the dynamics thereof, before she exploded. Sam's wiggling fingers felt like a group of broken electrical live wires firing off sparks inside her, one of which was curling up towards the hidden meccan spot she was beginning to so desperately crave to have touched. But Sam thought it would probably be better to hold off on that for just now, if they wanted these orgasms to be intense, if they really wanted her to come hard.

Leyna Phelps, meanwhile, not to be outdone, was approaching the Promised Land herself. Both subs had virtually lost their minds. All four tied hands were clenched into frustrated, trembling fists, pulling against each other to get free. Their legs were quivering just as violently, feet curled up, trying to wrench themselves loose, toes achingly digging into the carpet.

Leyna didn't know about Judy, but she and her pussy were a little peeved at Sandy for tying her up like this. Or at least she thought she was. She really didn't enjoy being unable to move, and as cross as she was, she was forced to admit the ironic truth that the frustration of her immobility was an enormous factor in the fiery, passionate intensity of the situation. That devious, clever woman, she thought between cries of desire. That sly, cunning rat. She really actually knows what she's doing. That sneaky snake.

Judy was too busy caterwauling, perspiring and starting to cry to resent the immobility. Cyndi was doing an amazing job heating her wife up, but Samantha was still doing just a little better. Having already ignited her clit and continuing to pump her fingers inside her, faster and faster, harder and harder, as much as her wrist and elbow were throbbing, she was reaching higher and higher up inside her all the time, and Judy didn't know it, but Samantha was about to transform her into a wild animal. A wild, untamed, uncaged, screeching, yowling banshee of an animal.

Samantha took a quick moment to assess the situation and how close Cyndi appeared to be to making Leyna come, waited another couple moments, then again exercised her position of dominance over Judy with her harsh dirty talk.

"I'm gonna make you squirt, you dirty fuckin' little whore," Samantha snarled at her.

Under normal circumstances, Judy's feelings would be very hurt by being called anything like a "whore," but in any kind of sexual scenario she loved it. She could be extremely submissive and subservient, even to the point of psychological pretend self-loathing, when she wished to be. She was about to be sent down the extremely steep track of the rollercoaster, and she was terrified, but she was excited. She had to just attempt to prepare herself for that tickly feeling inside that made her feel as if she were about to wet herself. Samantha had performed this procedure on her before, and she always tried to get herself ready, but never succeeded.

"Yes, mistress," she breathed, pretending her wife was her professional dominatrix, and was making her pay to be Sam's whipping girl. "I'm just a worthless, filthy little slut. I'm such a loser. My pussy deserves to be abused. Please make me suffer..."

"Now let me hear you say you're a stupid fucking little girl-cunt," she heard Samantha whisper to her.

"Yes, mistress! I am! I'm a stupid fucking little girl-cunt!" she whispered back, so ragingly horny she was about to go blind.

Samantha slowed the pace of her thrusts just enough to give Judy a really tactile sensation. She began thrusting into her wife's cunt again, keeping at least her fingertips inside her at all times. She made certain to give her g-spot a rapid stroke each time, and once she'd quickly fallen into her rhythm, she finally put the cherry on the top and flipped the wand to its highest setting.

Cyndi was inching Leyna closer and closer to the edge, but Judy'd jumped. She forgot about everything and everyone else. She felt like she was floating weightlessly in space. In those last few seconds of the buildup, her eyeballs went back, and she could see the sparks being lit...and she saw the fuse go off...and she saw the fireworks shoot into the dark sky, rocketing directly upwards...until...

BOOM.

The insides of Judy's pussy squeezed in, the floodgate blew off, and out gushed the momentous result. It felt like a laser was shooting through every cell of her body, penetrating an aura of pure passion through her...again...and again...and again...

The fireworks must have lasted fifteen or twenty seconds. Judy's lungs were being destroyed. Her screeches became less audible with each second until she developed veritable laryngitis. Her wife was mutilating her pussy with the wand, and she never ever wanted it to end. The squirtgasm just went on and on and on, until Judy just couldn't take it anymore. She was about to start pleading her wife to please stop now when she had at last ridden out the finale of her climax.

For a couple seconds after the orgasm Judy couldn't catch her breath or get her eyes to roll back into the correct position. She wished she knew where Samantha got this magic touch to achieve such an effect on her. She'd tried it on Samantha, and couldn't accomplish the same feat. Sam would tell her, "Don't worry, babe, I can do it on myself," but Judy still felt lousy. She wished she'd been blessed with such a capability to make the person she loved feel how she felt. How unfair.

She was a bit too wrecked to think about that right now, however. Sam had announced the event for Sandy and the crowd, and verified that Judy had indeed squirted everything left in her right out like a sprung leak. Judy was still too dizzy to think straight, let alone hear and comprehend Sandy say, "Yes! There it is! All right, that's one! That's one for Judy and Sam, right there!"

Oh, dear, she worried, as she thought she heard applause. I hope they're not gonna make me do this again...

Sandra had Sam gingerly towel her off in preparation for any possible subsequent orgasms. Cyndi wasn't too discouraged by the fact that the other team had scored first. As she understood it, it didn't mean the game was automatically over. And from the looks and sounds of it, Cyndi was figuring Judy was going to need a little time to recharge and recover.

This was her chance to catch up. She sat up beside the sweating Leyna, her face stretched into agonizing desire, planted a seductive kiss on her cheek and asked, "Baby...you ready for the highest setting?"

"C—...Cyndi..." Leyna responded, "I just don't know i—"

Cyndi was still in fierce dominatrix mode herself. Leyna meekly gasped as Cyndi forcefully gripped her breast. "I SAID...

"Are you READY...for the highest...FUCKing...setting?"

With her tender breast vulnerably trapped in her wife's persuasive grasp, Leyna didn't have much choice. "Y-yes, please, ma'am."

Cyndi smiled and loosened her hold on her. "That's better. Remember, that was a rhetorical question. You belong to me right now, and I'll decide if and when you're ready, as well as for what. You don't get a say in it."

Cyndi knew her imposing authority over her was turning Leyna on like crazy. "OH, God..." she moaned helplessly. "FUCK me..."

Cyndi turned Leyna her way to look her in the face. "If you insist, love slave," she complied. She kissed her, and Leyna's heart went up in flames. She flipped the setting to the highest on the vibrator, and the flames engulfed Leyna's pussy as well.

They broke from the kiss, and Cyndi, really getting into and loving her role, groped at Leyna some more, holding the vibrator on her and said, "Now listen up, my little angel...you are gonna come for me...like hell...exactly when I say so...and I don't want to hear an argument. Keep in mind, I've got all the power over you. Understood?"

Leyna nodded obediently. "Mm-hm!" she squeaked out. "Yes ma'am! You own me! I'm yours!"

"That's goddamn right." Cyndi finger-brushed her hair, and again turned them face to face, their noses less than an inch apart.

"Ten," breathed Cyndi into her face, nuzzling her. Leyna was about to ask ten what, but Cyndi continued.

"Nine..."

OH, thought Leyna, so that's what's going on here. Oh, goody. I'm gonna enjoy this.

"Eight..."

Leyna began to moan, soft and shrill, sounding like she was whining. Cyndi accepted it as the compliment it was.

"Seven..."

"Oh my God," Leyna cringed, her own tears and sweat mixing together. "Please, Cyndi, for fuck's sake, please..."

"Six..."

Cyndi arched the wand up at a higher angle on her clit and slipped her fingers inside her. It carried more of an effect than she thought. Leyna's head drew backwards still on the chair. Her breasts heaved with yearning, her gasp vocalized into a crying groan, and she took over from here. There was no time left. It was happening right now, like it or not.

"FivefourthreetwooneOHHHHHHH!!" Leyna screamed as her orgasm struck. Cyndi was going to finish her countdown first, but if Leyna was this ready this soon, so be it. That was more than fine with her. Cyndi rapidly rammed her fingers inside her to keep the sensations going, the vibrator wreaking hellish havoc on her swollen blood-red clit. Leyna went on shrieking her guts out, giving Judy a real run for her both figurative and literal money. She wasn't done yet, but Cyndi looked down at her fingers, and she was still penetrating her a little too quickly to be sure, but she was pretty certain that was in fact girl-come secreting on her fingers.

When Leyna hit her apex and eventually came back down, Cyndi gently extracted her fingers and turned her wand off. She wasn't sure if she'd made her wife come as hard as Judy did, but she had some evidence. The crowd had now gathered around the two of them. She sat to the side so everyone could see.

"Yes ma'am, that is some lady-come if I've ever seen it!" declared Sandy. "And that, friends, evens the score! We are tied at one bonafide orgasm apiece!"

Both of which had proved so wild—and thus so draining—neither sub-wife knew if she was up to going for another just yet. Judy was still recuperating from her explosive release, and Leyna was going to be sucked dry of energy for at least a few minutes. And it was now Cyndi's job to towel off her own wife.

Samantha saw the same window of opportunity Cyndi did, as Leyna was now temporarily knocked out, and took a shot to shatter it herself. She'd temporarily abandoned the domme role to return to real life. She asked Judy if she wanted to go again.

"Uh...ok-okay," acquiesced Judy wearily, fatigued but still willing to allow Sam to re-rev her motor. "Would you please do something for me first, though?"

"Of course," said Sam. "What is it?"

"Um...my, uh...my nose itches. Would you get it for me, please, honey?"

"Why certainly...what's a wife for, after all, if not to scratch her wife's nose when her hands are tied up?" Samantha teased, taking care of that little favor.

"Ah, thank you," Judy replied. "All right, I'm...I'm ready now. Just please, darling, no squirting this time. Seriously, please don't make me do that again. I can't handle it a second time. Not right now."

"All righty then," Samantha said. They kissed, and Samantha took the wand down to a much lower setting and eventually returned it to Judy's crimson, pulsating pussy. Judy again felt the pleasure welling up in her, warming her through and through to the point where her libido was again soon purring like a kitten.

Cyndi too allowed Leyna the time she needed to revive, and asked if she wanted another orgasm.

"Sweetie, just between us, it's okay if you don't want to go anymore," Cyndi whispered, also not playing dominatrix but now again just being Leyna's sweet, loving wife. "I know you're fragile, and I won't force you to go through it again if you don't think you can. It's okay if we don't win the money, babe. Honestly, this has just been a really fun night, and getting to be this close and this intimate with you is more of a prize for me than all the money in the world."

Leyna listened to her express her loving sentiment, and glowed with adoration. "Oh, kiss me, you sweet fool," she said.

***

April 22nd, 11:35 p.m.

Judy and Leyna were both miraculously able to dilate, contract, secrete and squeeze out another orgasm. Their seconds were inferior to the firsts, as most of their stamina had been spent on the initial climaxes, but they proved beautiful and heavenly regardless. The audience were pretty spent themselves. It had indeed been a stupendous night for everyone in attendance. And while for both the subs it may not have been as major as orgasm one, they were still both pretty wiped after orgasm two.

Leyna came very shortly after Judy this time. Winning the money prize was now the absolute last thing on their minds, especially Judy's. Judy was so hopelessly exhausted all she wanted to do was drop into a coma. Leyna was incredibly tired too, but she had a feeling Judy still had her beat in the fatigue department.

"You ready to go for another one?" Samantha asked Judy, seemingly oblivious to Judy's barely conscious state.

Judy started to weep in genuine anguish. "Oh, gosh, NO, honey, please!" she begged tearfully. "I can't take another one!"

Cyndi heard their exchange. Dear Lord, she thought. REALly, Sam?

"Babe," she whispered to Leyna, who could barely hold her own eyes open either, "It's okay if we don't leave here with all this money, isn't it? I meant what I told you before. And it's not like we're losing anything. After all, we arrived here empty-handed; so what if we leave empty-handed? And I don't think you're really up to having a third orgasm either, are you?"

Leyna shook her head. "No...definitely not...I can't handle any more either."

Cyndi smiled tenderly at her and kissed her cheek. "Okay," she said, caressing her face. "I love you so much, baby." She looked up to address their hostess.

"Mrs. Sandy?"

She turned in her direction. "Yes, Cyndi? You have a question?"

"Kinda, yeah. Is it okay if we call time-out for a minute?"

Sandy turned to their opponents. "Sam, Judy, you two have any objections to that?"

Judy promptly answered first. "Hell no!" On her end, Samantha basically shrugged.

"Okay," said Cyndi. "Well, this really has been a whole lot of fun for Leyna and me tonight, but honestly, Sandy, I think we're a little too tired to go at this any more...well, I know my wife is. I can't really speak for Judy."

"Speak for me! Please speak for me!" Judy insisted.

"And, well, I don't know if you guys've already decided who's won or not," Cyndi said to the audience, "But, well...Leyna and I have decided that...we're willing to concede."

The audience was abuzz over this turn of events. "What?" Judy and Samantha asked together.

"Yeah," Cyndi reiterated. "We don't need such a huge amount of cash just handed to us. Besides, Leyna, the financial guru here, would just drive me crazy with how to handle it. God knows I have enough to contend with as it is." The crowd chuckled.

"Well, that's...damn decent of you, Phelps," said Sam, "But, uh...and I don't mean anything by this, but...where's the catch?"

"No catch. You guys should take it," Cyndi insisted. Leyna turned her head and nodded affirmatively so they could see her agreeing. "Really, you could use it a lot more than we could. Besides, we'd probably do something really stupid and irresponsible with it like put it in the bank and let it sit and get all moldy and rotten." She motioned to the poster on the door. "And also, we think that's what Bettie Page would want."

Judy and Samantha were rather dumbstruck at this abrupt gesture. Nobody had ever shown them such a display of love and generosity before. They didn't know what to say. And they said so.

"My goodness," remarked Sandy, "Well, I'll tell you something: you guys've made history in Burton Productions here tonight. In our eleven years in this industry and eleven straight annual Wargasms, no one has ever done something like this!"

"Well, I, uh...I just hope we didn't disappoint your audience," said Leyna.

"Disappoint them?!" Sandy laughed. "Honey, first of all, this is your audience—they're here for you. And second, you guys gave them a night they'll never forget! Four orgasms in one night! Not everyone can say that." The crowd cheered wildly in confirmation.

"Well, as a result of those four orgasms, I think we'd all be content to go home and go to bed now," Cyndi chuckled.

"Of course!" Sandy agreed. "Of course. We'll get you guys outta these ribbons and get you dressed. And we've got some lovely gift bags for you with sexy little toys and other goodies to take home. You'll be back home and in your comfy beds before you know it."

After midnight, Lou rolled up the Bettie Page poster and put it away. He and Sandy thanked all their guests for coming, then thanked the girls for their splendid contribution to their film archives. "You were all so delightful. Feel free to come back and shoot with us again anytime you want," Sandy winked at them as they dressed themselves, accepted their gift bags and headed off.




How to Wage a Wargasm



They walked outside together. "Wow, that was pretty wild," said Leyna.

"Yeah, you're not kidding," said Judy. "That was a lot of fun. And I like that Sandy lady. She scares me...but, in a good way."

"Oh, I know, right?!" said Leyna. "Yeah, she has that thing about her that's, like, really intense and frightening, but really sexy too, y'know? 'S like in a way she can terrify you, but at the same time you really like it?"

"Ah, she didn't really scare me," Sam asserted.

"Somehow, I didn't see much danger of that, sweetie," commented Judy.

"Oh, yeah, here, I almost forgot, by the way," said Sam, taking a business card from her jacket pocket and giving it to Cyndi. "This's my tattoo guy right here. His name's Hank. He's really good, so if you want one, check him out."

"Oh, cool!" said Cyndi. "Thanks! And I'm right in the book too, if y'all ever need anything fixed!"

"You know, I really enjoyed meeting you guys," Judy said to Cyndi and Leyna. "Maybe, uh...maybe we could all go on a double date somewhere sometime? After all, we're pretty...friendly with each other now after tonight, I'd say."

They laughed. "Yeah, I think we'd like that too," said Leyna. "We'll play it by ear, see how it goes."

They exchanged a couple nice, long hugs. When Judy and Leyna hugged, Judy whispered a message in Leyna's ear.

"Um...please don't tell my wife I told you this, but I very much liked being a sub together with you tonight, Mrs. Phelps."

"Yeah, I know what you mean...it really kinda...bonded us, didn't it, Mrs. Flanders?" They giggled silently.

Sam also had a private message for Cyndi as they embraced.

"Hey, Judes would kill me if she knew I told you this, Cyn, but, you looked pretty goddamn hot putting your chick in her place."

"Oh, goodness...well, thanks, Sam...but, it was only a role I was playing. But I'll say that you were real spicy the way you handled yours too. I'd even go so far as to say you have a gift for it."

They got in their cars, linked each other's hands and pulled out.

After shutting the car doors, all four of them briefly considered confessing their little flirtatious indiscretions to their spouses...

...But then all four of them decided...well...maybe just a little later.