Kath shook her hair back from her face and grimaced as she felt another needle slide in. She shivered as a slight orgasm rippled through her. They were almost constant now, coming as minor waves on the backs of tsunamis of lustful excitement. When she had been ankle suspended back to back with Sharon and they had both been whipped, the crescendo of sensual overload had been almost too much for them both, but then they had been wrist suspended face to face and the resultant orgasms under two whips then had been equally thunderous - as had been the applause from the audience. Then they had been allowed a sixty-nine on the floor by their owner's feet and the audience had counted the orgasms that had ripped through them both until now they were nearly wrung out and ready for the slow build that needle play delivered.

The long afternoon she had spent tethered to the trees had tested even Kath's well-learned patience as a slave. The midges and flies had tormented all the ponies and to make matters worse, the air had been filled with the sounds of orgiastic enjoyment from further along the shore - and occasionally some sights too. There had been glimpses of exciting ankle suspensions from where the gentlemen were gathered. There had been the delicious sounds of whips and paddles being plied and the cries of pain and pleasure. Occasionally a couple would stroll by and stroke and pet this or that pony, then make her life a misery by fucking up against the wheel of the trap just behind her. That had happened twice to Kath and Sharon.

Their owner's whip as they pulled him and his guest uphill and back to the house had come as a welcome change. Once back there they had been hosed down, rubbed down, fed and watered and then carefully groomed to go into the house itself. Wearing just their collars, cuffs and four inch-heeled black court shoes, they had been led on their tongue leashes up some backstairs and had emerged finally into one of the biggest rooms Kath had ever seen. And it was thronged with the gentlemen and the girls, who were still not showing any signs of tiring. And why should they? From chandeliers hung long chains with cuffs attached. In places there were winches mounted in the ceiling, along the walls X frames had been bolted on. Beside the chairs that surrounded coffee tables, there were leather topped benches. The air smelled of leather, expensive spirits and cigars and the spice of sexual arousal underpinned it all. The myriad lights shone on naked female flesh as most corsets had long since been shed. As she was led towards the table her owner was seated at, Kath saw one girl being hoisted up by one leg and before her body had even stopped swaying, the whip was being plied between her helplessly spread legs. She passed a chaise longue where a fully dressed man was lying on top of a Housegirl who was taking him for an energetic and noisy ride. Kath felt herself immediately moisten and the chip-inspired need for orgasm began to flood through her once more. The afternoon's boredom had quietened it a little but now it returned in trumps and by the time she was brought to her owner's side, she knew her thighs were sliding wetly against one another as she walked.

Their owner had been talking to other men - some of them Kath had seen before at various arenas - and one she was sure had been her original trainer at Proteus. But that was irrelevant, what mattered was the delicious debauchery going on around her. And soon she had been at the centre of it and now they were back, well-flogged but as yet unfucked, kneeling up by their owner, with their hands cuffed together behind them and their shoulders back to thrust their breasts out properly and with a wooden stool between them which was just the right height for their breasts to be rested on. Each breast now sported needles around it, piercing a pinch of flesh and then driven into the wood of the stool, pinning them in place. Kath looked over at Sharon who glanced back and smiled. Her eyes were heavy lidded with lust and exhaustion. Kath grinned at her lover fiercely, this was the most orgasms they had ever taken in one night and it looked as though it wasn't over by a long shot. She looked down admiringly at her breasts again, she counted ten needles so far and shuddered again as another ripple of excitement ran through her. She also felt a thick rope of juice begin to creep down her left thigh as her vagina continued to weep in the wake of almost constant orgasm. But then she felt a man come to stand behind her, he had a hard bulge in his trousers which pressed against the back of her head. Opposite her she saw another man stand behind Sharon and produce two long needles, the kind used to transpierce a breast from side to side.