Ring Girl
By Smac
A sideshow


This story is an adjunct to the story 'Les Club', part one of which is on my
bookshelf, smac.

There was also a small, but thriving S&M scene at Les Club and, for the last
few years, for the last few years, during the summer boxing sessions, it had
become customary for a little side show to take place complementing the main
event. They'd all meet, about a dozen of them a few weeks before fight week
and draw straws for the honour. One of their number made her London apartment
open house for the weekend and they'd made good use of her ‘dungeon room'
after the draw. There was a good deal of leather and bare female flesh on show
in Jeanet's living area as she held up the little row of straws. Each of the
women gasped, either in relief or disappointment as the straws were picked.
Rebecca picked the seventh and it was short. She coloured up at first, then
she stammered, "Thank you," to Jeanet. She wasn't attached to anyone in the
group, it wasn't unknown for the drawer of the straw to pass on their good
fortune to their lover, she would be the ‘Ring Girl' for 2003.

She was in her early thirties and had been into S&M for almost half her life
already. She'd started young at boarding school and had had several female
lovers who'd also been into the scene. She would give or take, top or bottom,
but her passion was to explore the more extreme limits of her pain threshold.
She was one of the only ones not to be showing too much skin. As she wore a
black leather jacket and trousers, the only part of her body to be seen was
her cleavage, over a very low cut white top. It was all too obvious from the
depth of it, that she was massively well endowed. This was one of the things
which endeared her to many of the other members of the group. Her 46DD breasts
were a delight to behold. Now she stood, all eyes on her. Her superbly cut
leather suit, black moccasins and gossamer white top. Her dark brown hair was
in a French braid. Under her top she wore her lover's engagement ring through
her left teat and her own wedding through her right. Her lover, like her, had
been married to a man prior to their coming together. After the initial shock
she began to feel light headed and, after all the attention she received from
the other women, a little damp in places.

The formalities over, the women headed for the S&M room where Becky became the
centre of attraction and much else.

In the cold light of Monday morning, in the train on the way to work she
began, for the first time, to linger on what it was she had been chosen.

On the Wednesday of the big fight the ring girl was led into the hall, naked
of course and by collar and lead, then manacled to an ‘X' frame near the
boxing ring. Like all of the SM girls, Becky was pierced, her teats, clit and
cuntlips all carried quite heavy rings. The first thing which was done to her
was that all her rings were changed for ones with a section necked down to 2mm
to sit in her actual flesh. She had two ring through each cuntlip so seven
rings needed changing in all. Once all the rings were in they were rotated so
that the thinner part could not be seen. The other women hung fairly weighty
steel chains from each ring and she was left, trembling, her massive breasts
quivering.

Slowly the ringsiders began to arrive and each went up to the manacled Becky
and hung a small weight on the chain of their choosing.

Being Becky with those striking 46" breasts, most of the weights were hung on
the chains attached to her long, dark brown nipples. Soon she had four weights
on each teat chain and two on her, shorter, clit chain. She couldn't bend
forwards to alleviate the tension and her feet were splayed by a spreader bar
firstly so that her cunt was readily accessible and secondly so that she
couldn't bring her pain to an early climax by treading down the weighted
chains. She hung there, sweat breaking out on her forehead, her whole body
shaking. She stole a glance at her poor nipples, the pierced holes had never
looked so large before and there were only a few women in the hall so far.
She'd seen other women trembling so violently before as they were being
tortured, now it was happening to her. She couldn't stop, her legs
particularly shaking uncontrollably. Even her massive breasts were jiggling
mightily. She felt a flush of pain and pleasure course through her as one of
the newcomers roughly attached another weight to her clit ring chain. She
stood back to admire her handiwork.

Becky sagged against her restraints, eyes closed. Her beautiful breasts
covered with a sheen of perspiration, weights hanging over her flat, downy
belly and her exposed, straining cuntlips glistening with excitement cream,
her bare toes curled up with the exquisite pain she was experiencing.

The woman turned and headed for her sat at the ringside. Another group of
women arrived, picked up some weights and made for the helpless Becky. It
seemed as if they'd made some prior plans, they all, about five of them, hung
their weights on the chain hanging from Becky's right breast.

She looked down at her poor nipple and sobbed, the sudden movement of her
sobbing

caused the ring to tear right out of her teat. The weights clattered to the
floor.

All eyes in the hall turned to the ‘X' frame.

Becky's chin was on her chest and she watched as her blood began to drip onto
the white sheet which had been placed under the ‘X' frame.

A couple of the S&M women applauded softly.

The corner of Becky's mouth fell as she contemplated her ravaged, once
beautiful tit.

One of her circle crept over and, picking up all the weights, managed to
fasten the whole lot to one of the chains on Becky's cuntlips, that so far had
accumulated no weights at all. Becky closed her eyes again, trying to blot out
the pain from between her trembling legs. Her cuntlips were much tougher than
her delicate nipples and the piercings much deeper. It was going to be much
more difficult for her cuntlip rings to break out. Her clit, well that was a
different matter. She swallowed hard as she contemplated her clit giving up
it's large ring. Of course the next few weights she collected were all hung on
her clit ring. By the time the last weight when on she was openly crying and
her poor clit was protruding from her by about an inch, the hole already
leaking blood.

The next bunch of women to come in were drawn to the sight and all their
weights went onto her clit too. Inevitably the last weight on was the straw
that broke the camel's back and another bunch of weights hit the floor. Blood
spurted for several moments from her riven clit, then lessened to a constant
drip, drip onto the once white cotton. She orgasmed massively and slumped like
a rag doll, drained by the pain and the intensity of her coming. Come juice
joined the blood staining the sheet.

"That's the first come," she shuddered as she regained her composure.

It was the massive, intense orgasm that kept her coming back for more torture.

She had just the five rings left now. One through her left nipple, which
looked as if it was soon to go and four in her cuntlips about which she was
not sure what was in store for her. She was left alone for several minutes
when the new arrivals dried up. Then half a dozen more turned up and all
inevitably went for her one remaining nipple ring. There was quite a lot of
blood as the weights went on and, as one of the women clumsily fastened her
weight the ring tore out of Becky's teat cleaving the whole nipple completely
in half. Becky screamed and the woman stood back to let the string of weights
fall to the floor. Her eyes widened when she noticed a little piece of Becky's
nipple still attached to the large steel ring.

Becky sobbed, as much for her poor nipple as from her pain. Her nipples had
been the icing on the cake so to speak for her beautiful and bounteous
breasts. The woman inched away sheepishly and again someone kindly picked up
all the weights from the floor and hung them between Beck's legs.

Her face was white with pain. Her normally long, fleshy labia hung right down
between the shaking knees, they were a good two and a half inches long. She
looked in distress now and no mistake. Blood dripped from her nipples and
clit, her big, brown thighs were splashed with it and the sheet was a right
mess. Then it dawned on her....

If the rings didn't tear out of her labia she'd have to endure the weights for
the duration of the ensuing boxing match and she knew that these two often
punched each other for more than fifteen rounds, that was over an hour of
fighting. She shuddered at the thought and took a good look around the hall,
trying to gauge how many more spectators she could expect, and how many more
weights. Judging by the empty seats she thought through her pain, that maybe
another dozen might appear. She looked down at her straining labia, would the
rings come out or not?

Her eyes were riveted on the main entrance door. She wriggled against her
restraints, trying to find some relief from the terrible pain between her
legs. The door opened slowly and about six women filed in. Becky was between
two stools, glad for the prospect of more weights to help the rings out, but
fearful for the additional pain and dreading the prospect of the rings
obstinately failing to slice through her sensitive flesh. The six women took
their time hanging their six weights from the only chains available to them,
the one's in Becky's labia. They were all fairly evenly distributed on the
four hanging chains. Becky began openly to cry.

She squirmed and wriggled, trying to alleviate the agony between her legs, if
only she could have jerked the chains she was sure her labia rings would
yield. A few more women trickled in and duly hung their weights on poor
Becky's lips. She was in agony and trembling violently. Then the door to the
changing room creaked open and

Caroline and Pamela tonight's boxers, emerged into the crowded hall. They
plodded, barefoot, over to where the ‘X' frame was set up.

Caroline whispered in Becky's ear.

Becky nodded quickly and the two boxers took a pair of chains each in their
bandaged hands and yanked down sharply.

Blood squirted from between Becky's legs and began to run down the inside of
her trembling, brown thighs. Despite the intense pain as all four rings ripped
out, she sighed with relief and from the immense orgasm she enjoyed.

She sagged onto her restraints, blood still dripping from all her piercings,
the white sheet was liberally spattered and daubed, to watch the two boxers
walk over to try to knock one another unconscious. She came again as they
kissed before easing themselves through the taut ring ropes.