Sarah shot her a look that said “don't you dare”, but that didn't stop Natasha.

“Sarah was also there when she handed me the bracelet. I saw her staring- she must have been the one to frame me!”

“What? I would never. That is a baseless-”

“ENOUGH” the Duke shouted. “I will not have my servants lying, stealing, and throwing accusations about. Both of you will be punished. For now, continue serving.”

He left the room, and Natasha glanced at Sarah, who stared back with hatred in her eyes, but also fear. What were they to face? Natasha was glad she still had her job for now, but she couldn't shake the idea that losing it may have been better than what she was about to face.

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The dinner proceeded smoothly. Natasha poured drinks for the guests, and kept stealing glances at the Duke, who was whispering to the doctor. The interaction made her nervous. This time, the doctor turned to her with a strange smirk on his face. He stood up, holding up his glass.

“I'd like to make a toast, to my esteemed friend Alexander, the Duke of Donnerbridge. It seems we have been afforded a unique opportunity for entertainment tonight, in addition to a way for me to… demonstrate what I've been working on.” For what must have been the fifth time that night, Natasha's heart sunk. She didn't know what she had been dreading, but this must have been it.

“Miss Natasha, and Miss Sarah. Won't you please step forward” he said, smiling. The girls complied, and walked closer to their dining table with their heads down. Doctor Herschfield whispered something to some servants, who rushed out of the room. He stepped in front of the girls, and then gestured for them to face their audience.

“Now strip." he said, his smile gone, but that strange smirk remaining.

“But sir-” Natasha began to protest. The look on his face told her that was unwise.

“No. But I'll remember you said that. Standing naked in front of your betters will be the easiest thing you'll withstand tonight. Strip, or it will be done for you"

Natasha glanced over to Sarah, who had already begun shedding her dress. Natasha followed her example, unable to look up. She heard rolling coming down the hall, and automatically turned to see what it was. Now she knew what the doctor meant when he implied stripping was the least of her worries; entering the room was the items that had been described to her by her gossiping coworkers earlier that night.

“Now, I can only focus on one of you at once. But worry not, you'll both get a turn," he turned to the audience “and more importantly, you'll get to see anything you want. Remember, this is a showcase”

He walked over to his sick collection, and pulled out that wooden sawhorse, then turned to Sarah. Wordlessly, he gestured for her to come closer. He began to turn a mechanism, which lowered the horse to around the height of her upper thighs.

“Stand over it." Sarah hesitantly stepped over the sawhorse and straddled it. It had not yet made contact with her now naked body. It bothered Natasha that Sarah still wore a steely gaze. She wouldn't for much longer, probably. The doctor strapped her feet onto the bottom of the horse, and then began cranking the crank in the opposite direction, raising the horse. Natasha watched as the pinnacle of its triangular shape approached Sarah's bare pussy, and then began to raise her feet off of the floor, putting all of her weight directly on her cunt. Sarah cried out in pain-

“This feels like it's cutting me in half!”

“It won't- that would be no fun. This will teach you to not… what is it she did again?” the doctor turned to the Duke and asked.

“One of them stole my wife's bracelet. I don't know which", he shrugged.

“Right”. He then turned to Natasha, “It's your turn, my dear”

She looked at Sarah suffering, and hoped her fate wouldn't be worse. She knew she'd have to face that at one point, though. He led her over to a strange chair, and gestured for her to sit. She did. He then strapped in her legs and arms.

“I'm leaving both of their mouths uncovered” he said, facing the audience. “That's how we would handle a real interrogation. Which we might as well do, don't you think, Alexander?"

“Be my guest” he said smiling. The doctor turned back to Natasha. He moved a lever, which tilted the seat back slightly. But she could still see her audience looking back and forth between her and Sarah with excitement and curiosity. Then she felt the doctor move the legs of the chair up, exposing her cunt and ripe little asshole to the crowd.

“Dinner was great, don't you agree?” the Doctor probed to the audience. “Don't you think we should give Natasha a taste also?” They murmured among themselves, seeming confused. So was Natasha. She watched as the doctor grabbed some of the strawberried off of the table and walked towards her. He turned towards the audience, smirked, and then began to rub a strawberry around her anus. It wasn't something Natasha had felt before. Her body began to react, which humiliated her. He began to shove it in, and upon meeting resistance, walked over to another table, and grabbed some butter.

“Let's make this a but easier for her, shall we?” He roughly began to shove the butter into her ass, first with one finger, then straight to three. Natasha began to sob out of humiliation, and the roughness of his intrustions. He continued to pump those three fingers in and out of her ass, then held up his hand for all to see.

“It looks like someone needs and enema” the word was unfamiliar to Natasha. “But first, lets let her finish her meal.” He wiped off his hands, and went back to the strawberries. She felt the first pushing against her hole, then felt it pop in. And then the next. And the next. Soon he had stuffed so many into her ass that it held her asshole open. The audience members took turns getting up to stare. She felt entirely violated. Maybe Sarah had it easier…