Roped in to Entertain · Part 2

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and tried to stretch my stiffening muscles, but the slight movement caught the attention of my tormentors.

"Look at the way she's squirming, she just can't wait for it, can she?"

I reddened under the hood, but it was true my juices were beginning to flow, I could feel the dampness turning into wetness as I crouched there.

"You won't have much longer to wait" another voice chimed in, "before those tight little holes of yours are stuffed full of firm manly flesh.".

I groaned, or tried to, but the gag and tight hood was still holding my jaw absolutely rigid and any expression was beyond me. But my bottom had never been violated before and now it looked as if another fantasy was about to come true and there was very little I could do about it.

The conversation around the table continued, as did the drinking, and it was quite clear that here were four men with bulging groins who were shortly going to be screwing me for all they were worth. The thought of four throbbing pricks just feet away yet out of sight and reach was torture and the fact that three of them were unknown to me was an unbelievable turn on. I longed to give my tingling clit a gentle stroke, just to get really fired up, but of course I couldn't. Instead I knelt there, hungry at the sound of dinner being eaten, mute, helpless and on display, just waiting and listening.

At last the main course came to an end, and conversation again centred on 'the show' as the men, the unknown ones anyway, appeared to be referring to me.

"Are you ready, horny?" came the call, suddenly loud in my ear, and hands were again all over me. Their touch was electric and when something started to slide up between my parted thighs I instinctively tried to push myself up out of the way. Suddenly there was hot breath teasing my pussy, God, someone had his head between my legs. I tried to let myself down onto the face but Geoff's inventive bondage stopped me and I was very aware of my quickened breathing through the rubber nostrils. Lick me you bastard, I longed to cry but the darkness just seemed blacker. Then his tongue started to probe and I nearly came at once, the touch was so delicate, like a butterfly, but then became firmer, parting my lips and seeking out my secret inner recesses.

In the meantime I was unaware my blouse had been unfastened but it must have been, because without warning teeth suddenly clamped over my left nipple and started to nibble away and I was vaguely aware of hands manipulating my right breast. The finger that ripped apart what little composure I had left though went round and round my bum hole. It was a cold finger and

I think it must have been lubricated with something because without warning it pushed easily in and gave an exploratory wriggle. I exploded. The tension that had been building up ever since I started to get dressed just blew me apart with a shuddering orgasm, the like of which I couldn't remember.

My whole body was shaking and somehow, because I couldn't move, the whole experience was heightened.

"The horny cow, look at her." The amused cry dragged me back to earth a little, but then an insistent nudging of my pussy lips announced the arrival of the first cock of the evening. Just as I was beginning to recover from that mammoth orgasm this prick started to wind me up again, without any chance to savour the warm glow. I was so wet it slid right up me with no resistance and it was so long that I could feel it pounding against the top of my vagina.

From a long way away I heard the gruff voice ask "are you going to be in there all night?" just as hands grabbed my hips and the balls of my invader started to slap against my striped bum.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm Agghhh." The grip on my hips slackened and with a few last twitches the long prick slid smoothly out. The bastard;

I hadn't come again yet, not that I need have worried. Instantly another cock was sliding in, shorter, wider and with harder thrusts. Oh, my poor beaten bum. But the irresistible urge was building up and as I exploded again I longed to clamp my thighs around the legs between my own. Instead the unrelenting pounding continued and my helmeted head jerked backwards and forwards on the carpet in time with my splayed body. There was another groan from behind as cock number two exploded in me with an ejaculation

I could feel and that brought about a revival of my own explosion which just about finished me off. I'd lost count now, was that the second or the third time I'd come in the last ten minutes. Before I could decide

I was groaning, my pussy lips prised apart yet again. Oh my God, was this never going to stop?

This time the strokes were slow, measured and powerful, perhaps this was Geoff. I just wanted to stop for a while but my traitorous body started twitching in response to the quim trembling attention. Then there was some faltering in the rhythm and that cold finger was at my bum hole again.

There were some hurried comments between the men and the prick in my pussy twisted erotically to one side, immediately after which hands were at my waist and another cock was nudging my bum. It forced its way in slowly whilst I tried to scream into the gag, to no avail; I merely hurt my throat.

Soon the two cocks were working in rhythm, in and out alternately so there was always one thrusting into me. My pussy could feel the one in my bum and vice-versa, it felt as if a mechanical double dildo was reaming me out.

Then, as my breath was whistling, hands started to undo the collar of my hood and a voice permeated my punch-drunk brain. "I'm about to undo this gag. Do you understand?"

I nodded as well as I could, with my body swaying to the dual invasion at the rear it was not much of a nod, I'm sure.

"You mustn't say a word. You mustn't make a sound. Is that clear?"

Again I tried to nod. I'd happily settle for any terms and conditions for the chance to move my mouth.

The gag suddenly deflated.

"Not a sound now" came the final caution, "or that riding crop will be put to back work on those sexy tits".

My hands couldn't reach my jaw but I mouthed with relief as the grip of the helmet around my jaw eased and the gag fell out. There however the relief stopped, the nostrils remained in place and my world was still stygian blackness. But I had barely begun to enjoy the pleasure of breathing through my mouth when the reason for the privilege became apparent. Hands closed around my head and eased it up to the extent my bondage would allow and then my lips were brushed by something warm and firm. I couldn't rear away so my mouth instinctively opened and yet another cock was sliding into me before I realised what was happening. It took up the same pace as the two in my bum and pussy and the effect was totally overpowering, I felt totally filled and unbelievably used.

In my fantasies of three cocks I had always imagined myself in control, the cocks hard because of a desirable and beautiful me, bestowing favours upon pleading males. Now, bound and displayed for the use and pleasure of men I'd never met, I blushed in unseen shame. I wasn't calling the shots here, I was mere entertainment. I took refuge in the fact I hadn't selected this course of action, that I had been tied up before I knew what was happening and now I could do nothing to stop the prolonged rape of my body. But I admit I wallowed in the humiliation, which wasn't what I'd expected.

Now the cock fighting with my tongue spasmed and hot salty sperm splashed vigorously around inside my mouth, the taste not unpleasant but totally inescapable, a reminder, if any were needed, of what was also being emptied into my other orifices at that moment. The cries of lust and excitement rose to a crescendo around me and someone fell across my legs with a shriek whilst in front of me someone was gasping as if they had run a marathon.

The return of the inflatable gag parted my lips momentarily.

"No, wait. Put this on." The gag paused and hands slid up my thighs and over my sopping nether lips. The squeak of rubber reached my ears and then the gag reappeared, thrust firmly in this time and rapidly inflating.

I became aware of a more salty bitter taste and the annoyance of something in the roof of my mouth that my tongue could not possibly reach. Then the taste softened and all of sudden I realised someone had mopped up all the spunk and love drool from between my thighs and coated the gag with it before gagging me. The taste stayed with me for the rest of the evening.

"Come on guys, dessert is served." Geoff's voice called attention away from me and I was left alone to try and regain a little composure. My limbs were stiffening and my jaw was quickly going numb again. Not being able to lick my tongue around the inside of my mouth was now a nuisance and a distraction, as the slimy coating on the rubber sphere gradually slid off to collect at the back of my mouth, from whence I managed to swallow it little by little. My pussy and bum throbbed, my lips felt tender and my face burnt with a mixture of heat, randiness and embarrassment. It seemed however that there was still more ordeals to come for even as the clatter of plates announced the arrival of the sweet course hands were again at my breasts and murmured comments, clearly not meant for me, were being exchanged, along with crude chuckles.

Wham! With no warning at all my nipples were suddenly pierced with a shocking stab of pain. I jerked against my bonds and would have screamed if I had been able.

"Oooooomph!" was all that came out, Geoff said later. As I jerked and writhed loud cries of laughter surrounded me. The bastards, just wait until

I was out of here. Aggggh. My poor tits. I could hear the continued amusement and feel the sway of what I guessed must be nipple clamps and weights. What I didn't know at the time was some of the amusement was not directed at my discomfiture but at the weights. Each one took the form of a naked woman, so engineered that any movement on my part powered a tiny lever that opened and closed their legs.

Whilst I may have been unaware of this refinement I was only too well aware that my proudly displayed pussy was getting more attention. I groaned inwardly as I felt something nuzzling my lips yet again, I was just at that stage when any touch is too much, when sensitivity levels have not yet returned to normal. I tensed and tried to keep the would be invader at bay, a futile exercise. Whoever was pushing just pushed harder and I was in no position to resist. With a rush I felt something burst into my slot and rush home with a thrust that took my breath away. As I had not sensed anyone kneeling behind I knew it must be some kind of dildo and so it was. And whoever was wielding it clearly took exception to my show of resistance, as they now began to pound it in and out of my over sensitive pussy as if there was no tomorrow; at least it took my mind off my tits.

My half-hearted sobs went unheeded and with my head hard down on the rug there was no other outlet for my emotions, so after I don't know how long another orgasm ripped through me like a tornado.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" was all I wanted to say and to my surprise the shafting did stop.

"Here, use this" a voice said and what I assumed was a belt was fastened around my waist.

"Here you are" came the voice again. I gently started to force the object that still resided inside of me, out of me. Then there was a tug at the new waist belt and the ejecting dildo was firmly propelled back in to the hilt. The pressure contined and as a new cold sensation crept between my legs I gathered they had fashioned a saddle strap to run from the belt, down my stomach, between my legs and up my bum crease to the waist again.

It was this that was holding the invader firmly in place.

Suddenly it took on a life of its own. It was a vibrator, and it had just been switched on. It vibrated but it also thrust in and out, I could feel only too well its nose pumping back and forth. The voices receeded and devoted all their attention to what I gathered was chocolate cheesecake.

My already much violated pussy complained at this mechanical assault, but there was nothing I could do. Eventually, although I wouldn't have believed it possible, the complaints gave way to rising heat and again I felt myself slump head down amidst another body wracking orgasm.

The aroma of coffee brought me back to the reality of my position, God how I wanted a drink, or something to eat. My muscles were so numb they had long ceased to hurt and I was dying for a pee. A fine finale I thought if I ended up peeing for them as well. Fortunately it seemed they were as sated, for someone had, thankfully, reclaimed the nipple clips and vibrator and I was left alone as the crowd departed.

I felt the ropes being unfastened as Geoff, with his typical perversity, left the helmet until last. I blinked up at him.

"You bastard. Just you wait, I'm going to see you well and truly screwed, you see if I don't. Now…"

He anticipated me and handed me a drink.

"You were bloody marvellous" he smiled.

"How do you know. I've been in a bloody black hole for the past…God, look at the time! You swine. You've kept me there for hours. Just you wait, that's all. Just you wait."

He did serve me a belated dinner, which I gobbled ravenously and he did give me a wonderfully soothing massage, which I fell asleep to. But

I'll get my own back, you see if I don't.

Roped in to Entertain · Part 2 (2/2)
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