The women nodded and murmured. Ciara was smiling. Danny had never been this chatty, this excited and it made her happy to see his delight.
As he walked, clipped the shackles around their ankles. The feeling of being secured to the chair tipped Ciara into compliance. She'd been conditioned now to feel safe and protected in this situation.
"I call it... Octopussy," Danny laughed and a tinkle of laughter echoed from the women. Soon they were all strapped in. Ciara looked about her. The black woman she'd fondled and kissed was still on her right. To her left was a curvy, well-stacked white girl with cherry-red lips and a forties film-star look about her, with cheeky eyes and nipped-in waist, and wide hips that bloomed out and begged to be held.
They were all strapped in with their legs wide apart. Ciara looked further, seeing open pink and purple pussies of all shapes and shades around the circle. She'd never appreciated the sheer variety of labia before now. No wonder men liked to fuck around. There were far more folds to explore than she'd thought: with men, a cock was a cock was a cock, generally.
Danny was evidently thinking the same thing. "I want to see you touch yourselves," he instructed. With a twist of his thick arms, he wrenched his singlet over his head, and dropped it to the floor. Ciara feasted her eyes on his broad, tanned chest. There really was nothing quite like a man who worked out for a living.
"Touch yourselves," he urged again, steel in his voice making Ciara shiver. "I want to see those fingers spread your cunts open. I want to see you inside yourselves. I want to see those pussy juices spread around. I want to hear you. Watch each other. Fuck yourselves, fist yourselves."
Ciara ran her hands down her body and rested one on her thigh, letting her dominant right hand start to explore her pussy. Already she was damp, with the whole situation causing her pussy to twitch in expectation.
She heard a low moan from her left, and turned to watch the round pink girl demonstrate some impressive yoga skills by getting most of her hand buried already in her cunt. Her eyes were half closed as she pushed inside herself, working with her other hand over her swollen clit. Her peachy tits were heaving and Ciara wanted to bite down on her nipples like they were sweets.
Seeing and hearing other people masturbate made Ciara's pussy loosen and flood with wetness, and she started to tickle her own clit. The moans and groans around the room increased and it spurred them all on. Ciara curled one finger inside, hunting her g-spot and pressing as she rubbed at her clit with her other hand.
Danny was still circling the room, tweaking nipples and slapping breasts as he passed, making the women squeal with frustration, begging for more.
He reached in between two women to flick a switch on the central control panel. There was a low whirr, and things began to move. Ciara looked down to see a wide rubber cock begin to approach her pulsing pussy, thrusting forward and backward, getting a little closer to her hole with each pump.
Yes, yes! She thought, straining her hips downwards to meet the dildo. Bit by bit, it inched towards her. Now it was butting into her pussy lips and she wriggled, allowing it to line up and start to bash its way into her wet cunt.
The cries of the women around her grew louder as the fuck machine began to penetrate each of them. Ciara looked around again to see that they were all impaled on the radiating arms of the monster fuck machine, all helpless and begging for it to go harder, faster, more more more.
Now the plunging rubber dick was buried inside her and no longer dragging in and out; some setting changed, and it was vibrating quickly. It was broad and stretched her open to an almost painful degree, and throbbed wildly, bring her orgasm to an imminent peak. She lost any remaining inhibition then, grabbing her tit with one hand to yank on her nipples, and using her other hand to frig madly at her engorged clit. The vibration was relentless and she heard other women reach their peak, screaming and sobbing and crying. But the vibration wouldn't stop until it had flung each of them to a climax. Ciara yelled as her belly exploded with the tingling pain and pleasure of orgasm and she squeezed her eyes shut as she thrashed around on the seat, coming hard. Yet the buzzing vibrator kept on going and she howled as it wouldn't let her stop, and another orgasm rode up on the back of the first. She tried to get away, squirming up the seat, trying to lift off the demented cock but there was no room to manoeuvre with her legs held in the clamps, and she sobbed as the second, smaller orgasm ripped through.
Finally, as the last woman climaxed, Danny let the cocks withdraw, and the machine's hum subsided as the women relaxed and steadied their breathing. Ciara felt languid and heavy already. But she knew with certainty that there would be more.
She looked around and saw all the other women were gasping and sheened with sweat. Danny was behind her, and she twisted her head as he came alongside her. Now she saw that he was naked too, and his cock was erect and straining upwards. She pursed her lips, remembering what it was like to roll her mouth down that shaft. He met her eyes and smiled.
"Well done," he said, though Ciara thought it was generally addressed to everyone and not just her. She felt lost in the sea of women, reduced and nameless, yet excited. Like this, anything could happen to her. And it wouldn't really matter.
Danny slid between Ciara and the woman to her right. He was brandishing a tub of lube in one hand, and Ciara squeaked as he applied it to her butt hole. She thought she knew what was coming next – she'd been fucked in the ass by one of his machines previously. So when he leant down, picked up a butt plug from a shelf below her seat, and pressed it slowly into her ass, she squeaked again. It was short and fat, with a bulbous lipped head, and once it was in, it was sure staying in. She felt full up, and the stretching of the skin tugged at her pussy lips and made it feel even emptier.
Danny worked his way around the group, lubing up the assholes of each woman before pressing in an identical butt plug, to a chorus of squeals and sighs.
Ciara thought that was it, but Danny moved round the circle once more. This time he attached nipple clamps to each woman, pulling down snaking wires from the peak of the central machine, so that they were all attached to the fuck machine by each tit. She looked to her left and right, catching the eyes of the women either side, sharing the same thought: is that thing wired to the mains or something? What exactly are these nipple attachments going to do?
Ciara looked down along her body, past the wire and clamps that held her sensitive nipples in two tiny points of pressure, to where her legs were parted, knowing that her butt was stretched open by a plug of rubber. And that every other woman around the circle was equally served. Now what? The fucking?
No! Danny went around a third time, and on this pass he clipped each woman's wrists to the leather armrests. Ciara flexed against them. No movement. Suddenly her pussy started to moisten again as the powerlessness of the situation hit home. She was pinned, trapped, held open and about to be violated in a room full of strangers.
Fuck yes. She had no idea that this was what she wanted, but the pounding of her heart told her that it was exactly what she longed for.
The girl to her left was quietly panting already, and twitching her hips. To her right, the woman had her eyes half-closed as she settled down and relaxed, awaiting the next fucking. An air of anticipation hung over the eight naked women.
The lights dimmed. Danny stepped softly around the circle of begging, needy women, trailing his fingers over their breasts, sometimes stopping to suck the lips of one person or another, sometimes moving between them to plunge his fingers without warning into a cunt here or there. Ciara bucked as he shoved his hand into her pussy and wriggled his fingers, fanning them open and making her gasp. Then he dragged his hand out and held it over her face.
"Lick."
She couldn't do enough to try to please this man, and craned upwards to suck her own juices from his hand. He rewarded her with a spank on the side of her buttocks, twice, sharp blows with the flat of his palm making her cry out and want more.
Then he was on the next
woman, grabbing her tits with a force that made Ciara's own breasts ache in sympathetic desire. All around the circle now the women were calling and begging – me, me, me next!
With a laugh Danny flicked the switch and the machine started up again, and the calls of the women got louder as they saw the pulsing cocks make their slow, inevitable progress towards their desperate cunts.
The moans of the women around her turned Ciara on, but she found her concentration narrowed to her own body, her own feelings, her own pussy as the rubber cock pushed towards her. Her cunt was almost painful as it throbbed in need, made sensitive by the dragging sensation of the enormous buttplug that filled her other hole. She squirmed, enjoying the feeling of being totally tied down and trapped by her wrists and her ankles. As she rolled in the seat, her breasts heaved and shifted, causing the nipple clamps to tug and pull and it sent a fresh wave of pleasure running through her body.
It was all happening together – it was all too much. Soon the monster cock was banging into her pussy, slamming forwards and backwards with far more force than before, and she wanted it to. "Fuck!" she heard herself shouting, echoed by the women all around as they called and begged and howled to be violated.
"Fuck! Fuck me, bang me, harder..." she was yelling even though the size of the cock was at the limit of what she could take. The speed increased. Now it was hammering in and out of her sodden pussy and she threw her head back, eyes tight shut, blocking everything out except this cock and the buttplug and the nipple clamps. Her arms and legs fought the straps but she was held down and the piston was relentless in its deep, hard pounding.
Her clitoris was on fire, demanding to be touched and rubbed, but she couldn't and it was exquisite torture. The cock battered faster and harder and a deep, swelling, pressing sensation built up inexorably in her belly and pussy. She thrashed her body, the nipple clamps tugging her tits with pinching delight and she felt her climax build. And build. And, frustratingly, build, as if it would keep rising and rising but never break.
She screamed in agony and desire and need, her pussy a pulsing mess as the cock battered on and the fullness threatened to burst – and finally, with a howl, she came and such was the power of her orgasm that she managed to lift her body free of the pounding cock as she climaxed, her muscles tensing and rigid as she was broken apart from within and liquid gushed from her pussy. She felt the wetness coat her legs and looked down in horror, to see with each ripple of climax, a fresh spurt of clear pussy juice spray from her twitching cunt.
And all around, the women were squirting and squealing and shouting as the cocks gently withdrew and slowed, and the air was thick with sweat and panting.
Ciara let her head slump back and her eyes close again. Oh. My. God. She heard noises and quiet voices as Danny walked around the room, carefully removing the buttplugs and nipple clamps, giving each woman a reassuring comment or murmur of praise. That was it. So Danny hadn't fucked her. She found that she didn't care. Her body was exhausted, totally complete and now ready for a long, long sleep. She didn't even want to drive home. Maybe she'd just curl up on the back seat for an hour.
She heard rustling and more movements, and opened her eyes to see Danny was removing cartons of energy drink from a cool bag. He went around the circle again and released each woman's ankle and wrist restraints, and passed them a drink. They sat forward, reddened and glistening, gratefully gobbling down the replacement calories. There wasn't any conversation. Just a silent shared pleasure and afterglow.
Danny was still naked, and still erect. How did a man maintain an erection that long? Ciara had suspicions. He caught her eye and she reddened as she realised she'd been staring at his cock quite blatantly. He laughed, and finally broke the silence.
"Well done, ladies. I can honestly say you've all passed my induction process. I hope you've enjoyed it, and you can use a little of what you've learned over the past few weeks."
Christ, any minute now he's going to fire up a powerpoint.
"As you know, as chief instructor here I'm always available to hire for private sessions and I'd be pleased to put together further training plans to meet your individual needs."
Oh I bet he will.
"And finally. There is a prize I'd like to award, for the most consistent... performance... over the whole induction course."
A ripple of curiosity ran through the group. Ciara looked to her right and left, suddenly seeing them as competition. And what was the prize?
All eyes were fixed on Danny as he walked around the circle and slipped in to Ciara's right. He smiled down at her and she understood immediately.
Nothing was said. She felt everyone watching her and she didn't care. Gently, Danny clipped her arms and legs back into the restraints. She knew now that it was essential to him that he was in control at all times, and she loved it. She would do anything to be his whore.
Her pussy was aching with the abuse it had suffered, but as he stood between her splayed legs, and leaned his hot body over hers, she felt the desire uncurl from her belly once more.
He rested his weight on his arms, gripping the chrome bars that ran either side of the headrest, and gazed down at her. His body skimmed hers, a few inches apart, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. He was wide and toned and muscular. His cock was a fraction away from her wet, spread pussy.
He was looking at her with dark desire in his eyes. She knew the lust wasn't for her as a person. He knew nothing about her. The lust on his face was simply for her body, her shape, her tits and her ass, and for the power that he held over her. The lust was for her submission. It was impersonal and yet totally focussed on her. She quivered. She was now the fuck machine.
It was freeing. It took all expectation away from her. She had no standards to meet, no targets, no aims. She was simply going to be fucked. Hard.
He started to move his body from side to side, lowering himself slightly so that he brushed against her stiffening nipples. She bit her lip, trying to move up to meet him, but hampered by the restraints. Her squirming delighted him and he began to push his cock against her pussy lips, teasing her with the tip of his shaft. Finally her neglected clit got some attention as she moaned as he spread her juices over the little swollen nub. She forgot the bruised throb in her cunt. She felt herself loosen and ready for this third invasion.
He dipped his head and nibbled at her tits. She pushed upwards, wanting him to take her breasts in his mouth and suck hard. She was drifting in the feeling when he stopped and raised his head.
"Seems to me that Ciara is a needy kind of woman," he suggested to the watching circle of naked women.
That was all the cue necessary. Ciara gasped and groaned with delight as hands snaked onto her body, caressing and touching. Danny kept his cock rubbing alongside and over her clit, and moved his body over hers in a sinuous dance. Other hands grabbed her tits and fingers tugged her nipples. Lips and mouths explored her legs and arms. She'd never been kissed along her limbs before, and wouldn't have thought it was going to be sexy. But the feeling of seven other women pressing and licking over her whole body was electrifying. Breasts pressed against her. A hand pressed into her cunt. There was someone sucking on each tit and she felt sparks crackle through her.
"Oh fuck..." she muttered.
"Do you want this, Ciara?" Danny whispered, his breath on her ear.
"Fuck yes... fuck me... it's too much..." The hands, the lips, everything. She needed to be fucked and filled.
With a plunging slam of his hips, he was deep inside her, and he held himself there steadily and without moving as she bucked around his shaft, urging him to fuck her. He kept still for a long few seconds, before relenting and beginning a slow rhythm. He withdrew almost all the way, before slamming back in and pausing once more before sliding back out. She groaned in frustration.
"You want me to hurry up?" he asked evilly as he moved even slower.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Let's make you come!" he cried and unleashed all his
pounding force into her cunt as someone was furiously rubbing her clit and the mouths on her tits sucked and licked and nibbled, and someone forced something into her ass and someone else was holding her head and she had never felt so totally and completely covered by hands and touch before, and she felt herself come with a shoot of pleasure and everything seemed to darken around her as she hollered out for more. Danny's cock jerked and he shouted in response to her, firing his load deep inside and she slammed her hips up and down to meet him, sucking his spunk far inside.
"FUCK!"
She climaxed for what seemed like minutes. It can't have been. She lost all sense of time, and herself, as she fell back in a stupor. Her heart was hammering out of her chest and her body was tingling. Arms embraced her, held her, as a sob of relief tore out and hot tears spilled down her cheeks.
She was nothing. She was everything. That had been the fuck of her life.
Gradually, her awareness swam back. She had been freed from the restraints – she hadn't even noticed when it happened. The other women disappeared in twos and threes into the shower, returning dressed and glowing. Eventually Ciara was able to stand, and Danny himself supported her slow walk to the shower room.
He held her as she washed herself.
"Thank you," she said. "Not for this. For everything."
"You're welcome."
That's all the conversation they had, but with her head spinning, that's all she wanted. He gave her another energy drink and when the woman from her right offered a long, elegant arm, she accepted, and they walked unsteadily out into the corridor.
"Wow," was all Ciara said.
"Yup," the other woman agreed.
She made it to her car and sat for a good fifteen minutes in the driver's seat, collecting her thoughts for the drive home.
Her thoughts would not be collected. They skittered like dry leaves. Eventually she fired up the engine, and drove home on autopilot, abandoning the car on the driveway. She stumbled into the house and up the stairs, heading for the main bedroom.
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