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by Sasha Bond


  “This is Terry.”

  Acting on instinct alone and keen to get started, I put my hands on Terry’s shoulders, pulled him towards me and gave him a deep French kiss. He tasted like peppermint. Then I felt Carl's hands on my bare ass, guiding me to the next guy, Tim. Again, I pulled him towards me and gave him a lingering, tongue-filled kiss. I felt his cock harden against my stomach. Carl moved me to each guy in turn, and, as we moved through the crowded room, I felt myself growing dizzy. They all tasted of peppermint. They must have chewed the same gum before I arrived, I reasoned.

  I soon lost track of names. To be honest, I didn’t really care. We were only there for one thing and a list of names certainly wasn’t it.

  I passionately kissed every guy in the room, feeling them become more and more aroused as I worked my way around the fifteen men. Everything was warming up nicely. Most of them looked eye-level into my perky cleavage. Something was not quite right. I felt like the boss and this is not how this was supposed to act out. They all looked a little nervous. Ever since I began karate, lost weight and became athletic, I did seem to intimidate guys. They can’t seem to handle a woman like me. Someone slapped a flat hand across my bare ass as another put his hand against my shaven pussy. I gently grasped it, kissed it, and looked him in the eyes.

  "Not yet." I whispered, licking my lips.

  Finally, when I was done, I looked back at that guy. "Since you're so eager, maybe you should be the one to undress me."

  He looked at me intently, like he could already see all the way through me, and moved slowly forwards, like a wolf. Carl paused him with a wave of his finger.

  "Not yet" he said, almost annoyed. "Who the fuck do you think you are? We're the ones who are supposed to tell you what to do, not the other fuckin’ way around. You’re the fuckin’ slave tonight!"

  I stifled a gasp of shock, but the heat and moisture between my legs betrayed how much I longed to have him take charge like that. That was why I was there, to be submissive and used. Sensing my slight apprehension, he winked before his face sharpened again.

  "Bend over!" Carl commanded.

  He doubled me over one arm, while slapping my bare ass with his free hand. I felt the sting, and another jolt of wet pleasure raging inside me.

  "Look at this, guys," he called. "See how wet she is! I think she needs to be fucked!" He looked around the room. "So – who here wants to be first to fuck this whore?"

  I was still doubled over his arm, but I could hear fourteen other guys murmur ‘yes’.

  "Well, you’ll all have to wait!" he said sternly. "First we have to punish her for trying to tell Paul what to do. Paul?" He looked intently at the guy who had grabbed my pussy. "This whore needs a whipping."

  Carl swung me off his arm.

  "Michael, Jamie, fetch the restraints. She needs to be chained up" he ordered, dragging me towards the couch. I was so fucking horny I could barely catch my breath.

  "No need for any karate moves yet? Green light still?" he whispered, smirking.

  "Very green!" I whispered back.

  He chuckled, before he and some other guy began strapping leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Another guy put a black collar around my throat. The cuffs had big D-rings, and, within seconds, the guys had attached chains to each ring. I looked like a dangerous prisoner. They hauled me over the back of the couch, two guys pulling the chains on my wrists from the front so I couldn't move my arms; and two guys pulling the chains on my ankles so I couldn't move my legs. My feet didn't touch the ground as I was pinned there, helpless.

  "Okay, Paul, now!" Carl commanded.

  I felt a massive sting across my back side as something thin and sharp cut through the air and into my skin.

  "Oh, yeah, that's gotta sting. Damn, yeah!" Paul said, clearly enjoying himself.

  "My turn." Carl gripped my hair and looked me in the eye. "You deserve this, you whore! You brought this on yourself, coming here half-naked to a room full of horny guys. You deserve everything that will happen to you here tonight. Including this!"

  Carl gave me a massive swat on the ass, so hard I couldn't help but cry out.

  "Ball gag!" he ordered. Almost immediately a large, round ball was shoved in my mouth and strapped to the back of my head. Carl grabbed my hair again.

  “Green light?” he whispered again.

  I nodded, my pussy twitching more than I had ever recalled.

  "Right then, you fucking whore. No one's going to come and save you now, but you're not going to ruin our night with your screaming. You're either going to have a ball or a cock in your mouth all night tonight, since you can't seem to stay quiet without one!"

  He spanked me five times, hard. The flat of his hand sent stinging right through my ass.

  "My, my, my, look at that red ass!" Carl crowed. “I think we're going to need to cool that down a bit before we resume the whipping. Jezza, get some ice cubes!"

  While someone headed out to fulfil Carl's command, he came around the front of the couch and put something on my index finger. It was a small red thing. He moved my thumb to a button and showed me that I could press it to turn a red light on, then turned it off again.

  "Just in case" he grinned, "It’s a panic button. The same as a safe-word. Press that, and the games stop immediately. But I don't think you're going to need it, you sex-starved bitch, you!"

  Carl winked and headed back behind me. A second later, my ass was on fire. This time it was from the burn of ice, not the whip. It's a good thing the ball gag was securely in or I would have screamed loud enough to alert the whole neighbourhood. Just as suddenly, it was gone, replaced with the smack of the whip.

  "Marcus, you're up", someone said, but I didn't know who and wasn’t at all sure it mattered.

  One of the guys holding my chained arm traded places with another guy. Some of them spanked me. Some took their time, teasing my pussy with the tip of the whip. I looked at the flashlight on my finger. Just one push and it would go red, but no way was I ready to stop. My skin was stinging and burning, but I hadn't tasted any cocks yet and that’s what I came for…

  ***

  After around ten minutes, the flogging ceased. Carl was ready to change the game.

  "Okay, stand her up now. Keep those chains tight!"

  I was pulled roughly from my perch on the couch and moved to the centre of the room. The two guys on my arm chains pulled me wide apart and the guy on the long neck chain yanked forward slightly, making my chest push way out. During the whipping on the couch, my tits had come loose from the corset and were fully exposed on top of the barely existent demi cups. Two more men pulled the ankle chains tight, forcing my legs apart, revealing my quivering soaking pussy.

  "NOW we're going to strip you, whore. We’re ready to see your naked body. Now that you've been punished. Unless you want more punishment?"

  "No!" I choked out around the ball bag still in my mouth.

  "No, WHAT?" he said, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, staring into my eyes.

  "No, I don't want more punishment!" I squeaked as best I could, a little embarrassed at how my voice shook. I shook my head for emphasis, feeling my hair tugging in his strong grip. He wrenched my hair tightly.

  "You will address me as ‘Master’ whenever I ask you a question," he hissed. "Understood?”

  With each exclamation he slapped me again, hard, on my already redraw ass.

  "Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Master" I mumbled around the gag.

  "And ALL of these fine gentlemen are your Masters as well, understood?"

  "Yes, Master!" I mumbled again.

  "Josh," he motioned to a red headed guy, "take the ball gag out. I want to hear our slave beg."

  My face unclenched, working at my sore jaws and swallowing the saliva pooled in my mouth. God, it was a relief to get that out! But Carl wasn't done with me yet.

  "Call me Master," Carl said, smiling down evilly at me.

  "Yes…Master," I choked out.


  "And him, who is he?" Carl said, pointing to the red headed guy.

  "My master, Master!"

  Carl smirked. "Who are all these men, slave?"

  "They are all my masters, Master," I said, trying to sound properly submissive, looking around the room at the other seventeen men rubbing their rock-hard dicks.

  "And what are they going to do with you tonight?" Carl asked, pulling my chin back and forcing me to look at him.

  "They're going to punish me, Master" I said looking into his gorgeous blue eyes. I had never been so turned on.

  "Why are they going to punish you, slave?"

  I knew the answer deep in my soul. The truth…the truth that I'd always wanted to say to all those timid boyfriends over the years fell from my lips.

  "Because I've been a bad girl, and I need discipline" I panted.

  I was so lost in his eyes, I forgot to address him correctly. I didn't see the whip until I felt it, hard, stinging my ass.

  "Master! Master!" I yelped, before he could whip me again.

  ***

  "Josh!" Carl ordered, and with a jerk of his head, I found the ball gag shoved back in my mouth and the straps biting into my neck.

  Carl whipped my ass again, leaving me stinging a little but so unbelievably sensitive that I swear I could’ve cum at any moment. I couldn't even jerk away because the five guys held my chains tightly. It was like my pussy was suspended there. I screamed uselessly against the gag.

  "Paul!" Carl called, gesturing the other guy over with a jerk of his head. "Strip her down."

  Paul stood in front of me, studying the corset. I've seen that lost look in guy’s eyes before.

  "How does it come off?" Paul finally asked, perplexed.

  I looked at Carl, and shrugged slightly, the gag still tight in my mouth. He chuckled and gestured for someone to loosen the straps slightly.

  "The hooks come undone down the front, Master." I hurriedly added, not savouring the idea of another pussy whipping.

  The gag tightened again. Paul slowly negotiated the hooks, one by one, starting from the bottom, removing the tiny shell of decency I had brought with me, until the last hook popped, setting free my perky B-cup tits. Paul grabbed them, slapping them a few times, as the guys murmured their approval.

  "Get rid of the rest!" he ordered.

  Paul found the zippers on my gloves. He finally managed to unzip one down to the cuff, but was stuck at the tightness of the leather around my wrist.

  "Hold her arm still" Paul ordered the three men to his left.

  Three guys came up and flanked me, one holding my arm from the front, one from the back, and one holding my gloved hand. I could feel the one in back of me rubbing against my bare ass. Paul unbuckled the cuff and the guy holding my hand slipped it off the rest of the way. Paul quickly buckled the cuff back in place. As three other guys moved in to take the other arm, Paul undid the second buckle. I flexed my arm, partly to see what they'd do, partly to bounce my tits inches from their faces. I could tell it had an effect on them. I probably shouldn't have dared, but I couldn't help myself.

  "You like, this, huh?" he said as he whipped me. "You can't help yourself now from disobeying your Masters, but we will break you. You. Will. Behave."

  He emphasized every word as he grabbed and twisted my nipple. He gestured at Paul again.

  "The legs. She needs to be totally bare."

  Paul started to awkwardly tug at the tight elastic of the thigh highs.

  "Sheesh," Carl muttered, "You're too slow! Move over. Still green?" He asked. I yelped ‘yes’ as loudly as possible. I just wanted cock and the sooner the better.

  "Whatever I damage, I'll buy you double, okay?" he whispered.

  I nodded, feeling excitement dripping down my leg again. With that nod, Carl was bending over and began to physically rip apart my stockings. I could feel his breath on my inner thigh as he wrestled and struggled with brutal force. I stood as straight as I could, now completely naked except for the leather restraints and the tall stilettos. I had always longed for a moment just like this, but the reality was more than I anticipated.

  "Feeling a bit exposed, slave?" Carl leered. "Look at our whore, fellas! Are you ready for some fucking?"

  A few men started to unzip, but then stopped, looking at Carl, who was staring at me.

  ***

  "Not yet!" Carl said, as his pupils dilated across my naked body.

  In one quick motion, he brought the whip down on my tits. The ball gag muffled my cries as the leather stung my delicate erect nipples. I hadn't imagined this in my fantasy. I mean, I hadn't imagined that being whipped would turn me on so much. The pain that rippled through my body made my pussy twitch and ache for penetration. Someone moved around behind me, holding my hips and grinding his crotch into my ass. Then, just as quickly, he was spanking my ass, hard. They got into a rhythm, spank, whip, spank, whip. After the first five or six guys, the pain was winning out over the arousal. I guess that was the point. They didn't stop. All fifteen guys slapped and whipped, and iced me down from time to time, the cubes burning my breasts and making my nipples red and raw.

  "Move her in here, guys."

  At his command, they used the chains to drag me into a bedroom adorned with a closet door and full length mirrors. I stumbled, teetering on my heels. Carl positioned me in front of the huge mirror, tracing his fingers all over my belly. As he softly caressed my nipples he stopped.

  "Turn around," he ordered. "Bend over and look at your ass from between your legs."

  I followed orders. Leaning forwards until my head was almost touching my toes. I glared through my legs at my red raw ass and legs in the mirror. I could see my pussy and asshole twitching rhythmically. I could see a glisten of moisture dripping out of my shaven vagina and, in that moment, completely devoid of dignity, I just wanted to be fucked like meat.

  "Do you want more, or should we move on?" Carl asked coldly, giving me that intense stare again.

  ***

  "Is it time for presents yet?" another guy called out.

  "Why, that's a great idea! Yes!" Carl said, chuckling. "Go get the toys, Andy!"

  Andy came forward with a tray containing several unusual objects.

  "Do you know what these are, slave?" he asked, clearly sensing my confusion.

  "No, Master" I said faintly.

  "First," he said, with the flair of a magician flourishing after an especially fine trick, "Clamps, for those perfect nipples of yours. Andy, tighten them until she begs you to stop."

  Andy picked up a small chrome circle with four tiny screws. He leaned over, taking a handful of my breast in his mouth and sucking hard on my left nipple until it stiffened. I had to stifle a groan of pleasure as his tongue lapped at my throbbing titty. Abruptly he pulled away, and slipped the ring on, tightening it. I opened my mouth to cry out in pain, and a large hand clamped over my lips.

  "Don't do it," a rough voice ordered, "or you'll get the ball gag back again."

  I nodded, and he removed his hand.

  "Too tight, sweetheart?" Andy smirked.

  "Yes, Master!" I gasped.

  "Good," he said, and gave it another twist before he moved to the other nipple.

  ***

  When Andy was done, my nipples were on fire and I was creaming my thighs again.

  "Next!" Andy said, gleefully, placing a larger clip with beads on it around my clit.

  I could see dangles bobbing gently as I moved, and I could feel the beads sweeping my thighs.

  ***

  "I think it's about time we relieved ourselves over our slave," Carl stated. "Break out the tarp!"

  I was pulled down to the floor on top of a blue tarpaulin, like something you might use when camping. Carl explained the rules of the next game.

  "Gentlemen, it's now time to jerk off and cover our delightful slave in as much cum as we can muster. I want her covered, hair to toe. You get some relief, and she gets the creaming she deserves! Now, start your engines! First one to shower
her face wins a prize!"

  For the first time that night, I saw naked cock. In fact, I was surrounded by it as they jostled for position. Fifteen guys all whacking their throbbing dicks. I was in heaven. Some dropped their jeans and boxers all the way to the floor, while others seemed more reserved and just whipped it out and started flogging from the fly. The guy to my left was enormous. Up until that point, I had slept with about ten different men. At around seven inches, my last boyfriend had the biggest hard cock I’d seen, but as my eyes drew in on his shaft I guessed it must have been at least nine inches long and as thick as the fist that he pumped it through. I was desperate to know what that massive dick would feel like inside me, but that would have to wait because, as his eyes fixed on mine, I think the stare sent him over the edge. His hips buckled and his bottom lip quivered. I nodded and popped a teasing finger into my mouth. Still with his eyes locked on mine, he bent forward, angling his massive cock around two feet from my face. His legs began to shudder and he pumped faster before slowing his jerking. His eyes rolled in his head as he held his shaft at the base, grunting loudly, a huge wad of thick white spunk splashed in between my tits.

  “Nearly, Tom!” Carl shouted, laughing and furiously beating at his own dick. Another jet of cum flew from the guy’s throbbing helmet. This second blast came out with much more force and went flying behind my head, landing on another guy’s jeans. Several groans and moans told me that a few of the guys were close to blowing their loads as Tom bent at the knees and angled his dick; now six inches from my face. The third blast covered me. The warm salty semen splashed across lips and a little went up my nose. The smell this guy’s spunk sent my pussy into spasm and I couldn’t help but groan as he loosed a fourth load straight into my mouth. As his cum rolled down my throat all I could hear was ‘oh fuck’ and ‘yessss’ from five or six other guys. A thick splash of cum flew from behind me, landing an inch above my navel. Tom whipped his softening shaft, squeezing out every last drop of cream over my tits and stomach. As I felt a warmth land in my hair, two guys stood forward from the crowd, furiously fisting their rigid dicks. Now six guys stood over, grunting. The smallest cock, around four inches long, was the first to explode. For a small dick, it was perfectly formed and shot pretty far; all the way up to my chin. Simultaneously, with primal moaning, three guys began to spurt their jizz. Three guys, three cocks, all different lengths and shapes; all twitching and throwing their sticky heat over my naked body. Two more men stood forwards. I say men, it hadn’t dawned on me till that moment that I was here, naked, thirty-three years old, with guys around ten years my junior. I was the queen. None of us knew it, but as their balls tightened and, one after another they covered me in orgasmic juice; it was me who was in control.

 

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