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... getting from the men at Kate's expense.

"Mooooo. Mooooo," repeated Kate. I noticed that she was rocking slightly back into the bottle as Jen fucked her with it, but all her attention was on Chuck.

Jen looked at me and said, "Here's the surprise, Davey." Then she motioned to Tom. He quietly walked up on stage with a pool stick and handed it to Jen.

"Moooooo."

Jen positioned the thick end of the cue next to her pussy and shoved.

"MoooooOOOOOWWWWW!"

Kate had lunged forward and fell flat on her stomach. We could see the pool stick was lodged in her asshole.

Jen and Chuck were howling in laughter and soon the room joined them. "Get back on your hands and knees, Cow! Don't let that bottle or stick fall out." She looked at Chuck. "Time's up, Bud."

Chuck raised his hands up to cheers as he left the stage.

Kate slowly rose back to her kneeling position. "Fuck, Jen, that hurt."

"Yeah, sorry about that. You know what, my arms are tired. You do the fucking for awhile, I'll just hold these still." Kate held still as well, her ribs heaving. I think she was fighting back tears.

"Jen, I need some lube. Please."

"I don't remember that being part of the bet? Did you mention lube when you threatened to fuck MY ass with a stick?"

"Please, Jen. It really hurts. Please."

Kate hung her head and said nothing. Jen sighed and pulled the stick from Kate's ass, "Fine, spit or pussy juice? Or both?"

Kate looked over her shoulder, silent for a moment then she ...

... said as the realization came, "Oh thank you, Jen. Spit, or pussy juice? Both, I guess." It occurred to me that my wife was genuinely thanking a woman she despised for offering to spit on her asshole.

Kate spit on her fingers and reached between her legs. Jen hadn't finished her scheming and slapped her hand away. She seemed to be inflating as Kate's debasement grew. "Don't touch yourself you dirty whore! Keep your palms on the floor." Turning to address the men, "Rat wants some lube on her asshole. Does anyone want to come up here and help her?"

Many of the men raised their hands or started to rise from their chairs. Jen held up her hands to stop them. "Hold on, hold on. No one is allowed to touch this slut without her consent, so she needs to give consent. Kate, do you want the guys to help you lube your asshole?"

"Yes." Kate again lowered her head, that one word defeated her.

"Mmmm, I don't think that's good enough. It needs to be very clear about what you want." Jen broke into a broad smile, enjoying herself. "Ask them to help you, no, beg them to help you. Tell them exactly what you want, explicitly. If you do a good enough job, I'll let them help you."

Kate's eyes were watery, but she held back the tears. "Please." It came out a squeak and she cleared her throat. "Please help me lubricate my butt." She looked to her tormentor for approval but Jen wasn't looking at her. She continued, "With spit and pussy juice."

"That was pathetic. You didn't tell them ...