Candy was jolted awake from her dreamful bliss with the sudden sensation of free falling. Once she had awoken and regained some of her senses, she realized that she was not falling at all, but rather being wheeled forward, on the bondage table, on which she still laid immobilized. Four burly men, dressed in leather bondage harnesses pushed her through the large double doors. She was inundated with the sounds that which previously been muffled and washed in the bright light of this large ballroom.
As she entered the ballroom, Candy had the strange feeling of being woken yet again, as she struggled to reactumate to this new environment, from the the darkness she had just left. The sound of a bullwhip cracking instantly drew her attention. Terror filled her body, tensing her from head to toe, while her pussy clenched along to her heartbeat, with excited energy. His warning of no safe word echoed in her mind.
Despite all of the commotion, the only sounds Candy could hear were the bullwhip slicing of the air, the impacts of leather upon skin, the hard exhalation of the woman being whipped, and the rattling of the chains which connected to that woman’s wrist cuffs to the sturdy rafters above. Candy was mesmerized by the force being inflicted upon that woman and her unbelievable ability to absorb it all, to internalize it and even glow from it. Candy’s eyes, were drawn to this woman and her well-formed hard-tipped breasts, as they undulated enticingly with each violent blow, as well as to her back and sides which bore the angry red stripes, the length of the bullwhip. Candy had seen images and video clips, as the scene being played out in front of her, on the internet, but when witnessed in person looked so much more amazing and agonizing.
With a final vicious blow, which purposely wrapped around side of the woman and bit hard at her opposite breast, the new stranger stepped back, setting his bullwhip upon the table next to him. Candy judged by the man’s appearance that the woman must have endured quite a lot for a long duration, because his jacket and tie were laying on the table, next to the bullwhip. The man’s dress shirt was unmistakably stained from his intense perspiration even though he had open the top buttons, of it, at some point. Candy could not help but be impressed on how long that woman must have endured for.
The man replaced the bullwhip, he had been holding, and exchanged it for a leash attached to the collar of another woman, who had been kneeling, quietly, patently waiting to fulfill her role. The man walked over to the woman he had been whipping, while the other woman on the leash followed him, crawling on all fours, in the perfect heel position. He stood behind the bound woman, openly groped her tender breast, with the end of the leash looped around his right wrist and ordered the woman on all fours to pleasure the bound woman. The woman on all fours immediately began using her hands, lips, tongue and even her teeth, caressing her, sucking her, licking her, nibbling her, savoring both her tangy nectar and her breathy moans, teasing her, enjoying how she writhed absently yet seductively against her face and hands, until the man controlling them both gave the command to “Cum.” Within seconds, with barely a sound, the bound woman did just that, as the other woman drank from between her legs the passion that was being expelled. Candy about came as well, at the sight of such passion, jealous of the obvious bond that the threesome shared, but unsure she was willing to submit to allowing her route to carnal pleasure to travel on such a difficult path.
As people politely applauded, Candy scanned the room for other depravity that was going on, curious how far down the metaphorical rabbit hole she had fallen. All around were male servers dressed in leather harnesses and women dress in either fetishware or lingerie. Some woman also wear fox or bunny anal plug tails, with matching ears. While the servers primary purpose was serving food and drink, from the silver platers they carried, but would also pause to allow themselves to be gropped and satisfy the sexually needs of the masked guests. One girl, who had been wearing a rainbow tail and unicorn horn with ears, was being spanked, punished for spilling the remaining glasses of champagne, when she was unable to balance the tray, as one the guest brought her to orgasm.
In one corner, two older, portly gentlemen were being vigorous blown, each by equally cute teenages. Based on the conversations, by that area of the room, Candy discerned that the two men had swapped girls, as part of a bet, to see who’s girl was the better cock sucker. The first guy to cum would be declared the loser. A small group gathered around, placing side bets, cheering on the girls and encouraging the men to hang in there or teasing them to cum, depending on how their bets lined up. Candy was fascinated by the blowjob contest, and eager to find out who was going to be the victory, but as she silently rooted for the man on the left, the sounds of another coupling drew her attention away causing her to miss the climatic result and the satisfaction on both their faces made it impossible to tell who won the crown.
Then before she could notice which way the money, from the bets, was flowing, her attention, and most of the room’s attention, was captured by Him, their host, clanking a butter knife against his crystal flute glass. The room quieted down quickly, awaiting his announcement. First, he thanked everyone for coming, said a frw pleasantries and then invited numous special guests to draw coins from at bag. Those chosen came up and randomly picked coins from the red satin bag he held, while others returned to the conversations and activities they were previously been having. Those less engaged started forming a semi-circle in front of Candy.
Suddenly, Candy was the center of attention, which excited her, but since what was about to happen was.completely a mystery to her, but apparently not to everyone else, she was also feeling a bit waring, especially after witnessing those woman and that gentlemen with the bullwhip. Her mind was spinning, trying to figure out what the meaning behind the coins possibility could mean, when, from behind her head, she heard what sounded like two coins dropping into a metal bucket.
Candy became aware of people lining up behind her, but in her current predicament could not move her head enough for a properly count. She tried to count the footsteps, the voices, and the sounds, but the other activities mask those sounds and made an accurate count impossible. Her mind raced thinking about how many people were staring at her and how many people were about to be taking advantage of her. She heard the movement around her. She could feel their presence, but still did know how many. She could feel their eyes, as they burned into her naked flesh. She heard the laughter and excitement caused at her expense. She felt she should have been humiliated. She was positive that “good girls,” in her situation would want to crawl away somewhere and die. Ironically, she found herself blushing with embarrassment at the fact she was not embarrassed.
Suddenly, two young, handsome men, one on each side of Candy appeared. Both looked so similar that they seemed to be twins, but with their masquerade mask might just had been brothers with strong similarities. Either way both begun running their fingers over her breast, lightly grazed Candy’s nipples, on their respective sides. Then, they brushed there index finger across Candy’s nipples, lightly, maddeningly, back and forth, back and forth. Her nipples was hardened under their touch. They kept the pressure of their finger gentle, but continued a steady stimulation of her sensitive nerve endings. Candy squirmed on the bondage table, but the straps held her firmly in place. Candy bit into the plastic of her ball gag and continued to squirm, at their continuous motion. She tried to shift her breast away from their hands, but didn’t have enough freedom of movement to escape their touch. Their hand followed her twisting torso and they continued brushing her nipple, which was now completely erect.
“Hold still,” they stated, “and just accept this.”
The two men could tell Candy’s heart was pounding. Her breathing was audible now. She moaned into her ball gag, unsure how long she could handle such little teasing of her sensitive nipples. Candy inhaled sharply through her nose and attempted to squeezed her thighs together. Their cocks grew and twitched inside their pants, as they responded to her excitement. They both loved making her feel helpless, powerless, and under their control. They did not mind only drawing the breasts/nipples coin. In fact one of the brothers agreed to trade his coin that would have allow him to enter her pussy with his cock, for this. The opportunity to get to go first and tease Candy, together, in brotherly revelry.
Thry both thought Candy probably wanted them to increase the pressure on her nipple, maybe even to pinch it, but they did not feel like giving her what she wanted, just yet. Instead, they kept doing what they wanted to doing. She moaned quietly and squirmed, desperate for more pressure. Just listening to her short, fast breaths was turning them on. It was such a turn on to make her feel desperate and crave, begging with her eyes.
They bent their faces down below Candy’s and took her her nipples between their teeth. She jerked against them, as they bit down, none too gently. They could tell that the insistent teasing of her nipple was driving her crazy. They liked driving her crazy. They wanted her to remember that she was not in charge, and that it was entirely up to someone else what would be done to her body. Simultaneously, both men released and disappeared into the crowd.
Candy heard the sound of another coin in the bucket, before felt the hard thrust of an engorged cock slam into her cunt, her wetness gusted out onto this new stranger’s lap. The torches burned lower than before, only allowing her to see shadows over this man’s shoulder. His masculine grunts warmed her ear. His smooth linen suit pressed lightly upon her overly stimulated nipples. Her legs shivered as he fucked her harder and faster. Each thrust, pushed and retracted the anal plug, giving her the sensation of being fucked by two men, this stranger and Him. All she could do was clench her muscles tight, taking in every sweet thrust.
Candy’s thoughts ran through her mind, “What must I look like. Here I am in the center of a room, full of man and woman getting fucked. Are the guys stroking cocks getting ready for me? How do I look? Why the fuck I am I worried about how I look. I must look like a filthy whore! This must be a scene of complete deprivation. Wow, this guy has a big cock. Oh shit, he is hitting my clit. Damn it, fight it, fight it, fight it. ”
After witnessing the endurance of the woman before her, she has aspersions of holding out for quite awhile herself, but her orgasm screamed through her, no matter how bad she tried to fight it, on the very first cock that entered her.
The guy fucking Candy felt her pussy muscles clench and spasm. Knowing this, his pounding cock grew even harder inside her. His sweet trusts changed, as set himself to the task of making sure to do the same inside her. She felt him make one last deep thrust, before filling her to the core, quivering as her came inside her, drenching her walls with cum. As he withdrew from her, Candy felt his semen leak out of her swollen pussy, and run down over her plugged asshole. She felt suddenly empty.
“What a good little slut you are,” he groaned.
His words made me shudder, as they validated her own feelings. She felt like her body was suspended, floating in midair, lost in a dream. She had never felt so free, yet so violated and helpless. The rush of pleasure and anguish all rolled into one, all directed into this moment when she pleased my someone by doing absolutely nothing, although he indeed pleased himself, using her body to do so.
Candy’s pussy hungered for more, as coin after coin was dropped in the bucket and man after man invaded her pussy, fucking her sensesless or brutalizing her breast. She leaked cum continually. She was so lost in her feelings she lost track of the men. One would just come in her, then another, and another, with randomly dispersed periods of nipple play. Her hungry cunt was being force-fed into climaxing repeatedly, each orgasm invoking a lustful moan into her ball gag, spurring the men on, a call begging, “Please, more!”
The different sizes of their cocks, the widths and lengths, bursted into her until they were each satisfied. She was no longer human, but a pet or plaything strapped to a table, an orifice to be filled with hungry cocks with hungry eyes, waiting to devour her.
The torches burnt low, nearly extinguished, she was joined by one the last man. He was different than the rest, the most beautiful of them all. He had a broad chest and broad shoulders, his arms muscular and his cock could fill two fists. She had cum spilling and gushing out of her well-lubricated pussy, yet she wanted still more. She wanted him! He come at her like an animal. His firm hands gripped her hips and he squeezed his thick glorious cock inside her. The feeling of being filled was astounding. Her hips danced in ecstasy, trying to meet his rhythm with what little leeway to move she had. Her fists clenched, as she moaned and groaned all her pleasure out. He trapped her on the brink of orgasm, as his cock hammered over her G-spot over and over, then backed off, keeping her perpetual on the edge of orgasm.
He removed her ball gag, leaned in and kissed Candy’s lips softly. He was the only one to do so. He looked into her deer-like green eyes. Then, has his eyes lingered, it dawned on her, later she would blame her ravenous state for not realising sooner, but it was Him. The one she desired above all others.
Candy’s suspicions were confirmed when he began unbinding her. As soon as she could move her jaw, “Don’t stop there!” she panting huskily as the sweat kept trickling all over her skin. “Don’t stop there!”
Her legs spread, even though it was unbound and cunt gaping. Her mouth gasping. That plea, the pathetic begging was both a massive turn on and equally amusing. Those big green eyes, of her’s, in fear of being left so close, hanging tortuously on the edge, were beautiful. Just knowing knowing she had given it all for him and still had needing for him, to use her for his own gain and sensual wantings.
“Don’t stop there!” She continued to beg.
It was such a phrase that shadowed all others, the way her desperate cries lingered in the air and in the mind of both the giver and the receiver with her juicy essence, and all the previous deposits, lubricated between her thighs. Everything around her smelt a musky, sticky sweetness.
He had to pull himself back from just devouring her in an instant, from how she looked, vulnerable, desperate and appetizing, to take a moment and pause, savoring in the knowledge that he could just leave her like that. Rampant for his touch and to serve him. He could just leave her right now, return in the morning and his little slut would be still horny, still wildly thirsty.
Instead he removed him masquerade mask and laid it over Candy’s face, too large to actually be worn by her properly.
“If this means what I hope it means, ” Candy stated meekly, afraid she was wrong, “I want you to fuck me, just take me now, hard and rough, make me feel what you do days later”.
As he removed the jeweled “Reserved” sign from her asshole, she got more bold, and screamed, “Fuck me, pound me, shove a cock in me, cum in me, do your little whore!!”
She was fearful about what she would unleash in him, but told him to do it anyways. She wanted to feel his cock in her ass. She needed it, and they both knew it. He pressed hard and the head popped in. He slowly began to work in and out of her ass until he was fully in her. She felt absolutely no pain. She was lost again in a sea of ecstasy screaming vulgarities.
He ran his tongue down Candy’s neck and cupped her breast, before his nails then trailed across her back leaving lust-filled scrapes, marking her as his. After all, she did belonged to him, but as the masquerade mask fall on the floor, for tonight, they were equals. They were both free to move, and free to feel, free to take each other to new dimension of pleasure they had never before reached.
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