Pillory Party

[I did not write this, but found it on the internet decades ago. The original source has gone offline, so I’m reposting here.]

Pillory Party (Hetero sex, Interracial, Public sex, B/D, Gangbang, NC?)

My husband is a genius. He’s an electrical engineer, and he works on a large cruise-ship.

But let’s start with first thing first. Ever since we met, and this is also why we met, we have both been interested in bondage and exhibitionism. We’re not into any real SM-stuff, but we’re turned on by the immobilization that comes with light bondage, and we’re both somewhat exhibitionists in the sense that we like to have sex on more or less public places, not with an audience, but with the danger of getting an audience, so to say. This has brought us into numerous situations where we have almost been discovered, but we’ve never made any scandals or public disturbances like other people I have heard of.

Now, my husband’s work forces him to be away from home for long periods, and in those periods I’ve been forced to provide some sort of sex-life for myself, mostly by using different toys and equipment to satisfy myself. This has sort of been satisfying, but it lacks the real big thrill of our bondage-sessions. This in turn led me into the world of self-bondage. By tying myself up, I could feel some of the thrill I was used to from our bondage-play.

While my husband was at sea, I have been working as a tourist-guide at our local museum. My main task was to make guided tours in the museum outdoor area, which contains old buildings from different places and time-periods. It was on one of these rounds that I discovered something that gave me a new experience in self-bondage. In an open space between some houses there was an old pillory, you know, those devices that they placed criminals in to display for the public. It was made of two poles driven into the ground and two wooden stocks with grooves for the neck and hands. To demonstrate how it was used, I had one of the tourists close it after I had placed my head and my hands in the pillory. He didn’t lock the pillory, and the demonstration lasted only a few seconds, but in the moment I heard the upper stock click into position and I demonstrated how my head and hands was locked between the stocks, I felt a strong movement, a sort of shivering go through my body as I realized that I could easily be immobilized in this device. At first I didn’t understand what was happening, but then I realized that I simply got horny by the thought of being locked up in this device.

I finished the tour, but couldn’t get the pillory out of my thoughts. After work that day I returned to where the pillory was, and I sat down on a bench and looked at it while letting my thoughts drift away. After an hour I went home to tell my husband about my plan. I brought him with me to see the place, and since the public has no access to the area when the museum is closed, we knew there wouldn’t be anyone disturbing us.

When we reached the pillory, I had my husband place me in the pillory and close it with a small padlock. He then started to caress me through my clothes, and I felt a tremendous arousal from feeling of being immobilized and unable to do anything. In my fantasy I felt a complete stranger feeling me up and caressing me, and after a while he lifted my skirt (I was still wearing my work-clothes, a long skirt and sort of jacket in thick, heavy fabric and a thin blouse of cotton fabric, it’s a sort of folklore dress) and pushed it up on my back so that my ass was totally exposed. He then ripped my panties off, and my nether region was totally naked.

Then he unbuttoned my jacket and my blouse and ripped off my bra, and there I was, my ass and breasts totally naked, immobilized in the pillory and open to public display. My fantasy worked in high gear, and I could actually feel the eyes of the good citizens on me, standing there naked and open to public humiliation. It actually took a few minutes before I realized that my husband was gone. He had stopped caressing me and moved away, and locked up as I was I had no possibility to turn and see where he had gone. I tried to listen, but couldn’t hear a sound, just the faint sound of traffic from a distance. It had started to get dark, and I wondered what the hell he was up to now. But my fantasy worked on, and minutes felt like hours when standing there exposed and “humiliated” as a slut deserving this kind of punishment. I could easily have covered myself up just by bending my knees and let the skirt fall down and cover my private parts, but I kept standing up and fantasizing about my situation. I got so horny from the situation that my pussy started getting wet and my nipples got stone hard from both the chill of air and from arousal. Then suddenly I heard a sound behind me and the next second a cock plunged into my pussy with one mighty thrust. I realized it was my husband, but in my fantasy it was a stranger taking advantage of the slut in the pillory, after all “she was used to this, it was because of her sluttiness that she got here in the first place”. The fantasy of being used and abused by a total stranger pushed me over the edge and into a raging orgasm even before my husband managed to withdraw from the first stroke. As he reached forward underneath me and grabbed my breasts and started squirming them and at the same time started to fuck my pussy like it was his last seconds on earth, my orgasm just continued as it was renewed with each one of his blows. After just a short while, he came too, filling my pussy with numerous blows of glowing hot semen that poured out of my pussy and ran down my thighs. After our orgasms had faded out, he released me from the pillory and we lay down in the grass recuperating from the intercourse.

I told him that I would like to be able to lock myself up in the pillory after closing time, and then he could come and take me later in the evening. I could wait at work after closing time, excusing myself with some work I had to do, and when everyone had gone home and the place was deserted, I could go and lock myself up and wait for my “punishment”. My husband was thrilled by the idea and started working on some equipment to make this possible. I managed to get a copy of the keys for the museum, and the plan was that he should let himself into the area and find me locked up in the pillory. He should then, without letting me know that he had arrived, suddenly start to take advantage of me and use me in every way he wished.

In the days to come, I was so horny and impatient that it was almost unbearable, and finally came the day when my husband told me he’d finished the equipment. He showed me what he had made in his workshop in the basement, and my arousal reached new heights as he explained. First there was the locking device. Since I would be unable to reach the position of the padlock both when locking and unlocking, the locking device had to be automatic. He had build a device which I could place in the lower locking ring of the pillory, and when I slipped into place and let the upper stock fall into position, the upper locking ring would be automatically locked to the lower, and I would not have any chance to unlock it myself. For safety reasons he made the lock electrically operated and with a battery-powered timer that would unlock the device after a pre-selected time in the range of one minute to six hours. I was eager to test it, but he took out some other devices he had built too. The first one was an ankle spreader, which was made telescopic, but springloaded and with a locking device in the telescoping part that prevented it from being pushed together again unless holding in a button on the bar. Then he took out some devices that he attached with wide bands to my thighs and ankles. When attached, they allowed the knee to be stretched, but not bent. If I pushed a knob in the middle of the hinges, two at each device placed directly besides each side of the knee, I could bend and stretch the knee as normal, but when the knobs were released, I could only stretch them. Finally he pulled out something I learned to know as a dental gag. It was a device that was inserted partially into my mouth, and some metal arches and some screws made it possible to force my mouth open and lock it in open position.

After having tested the equipment in our home, I decided to put it into use already the next day. The day at work seemed like it would never end, and each time I passed the area with the pillory, I was aroused with expectations of what was to happen later. When the day finally ended, I said goodbye to the others, but then I sneaked into the rest room and tried to get some sleep on the couch, waiting for all the others to go home. Finally the lights in the main building went out, and the janitor, as the last one, went home. I waited another half hour, and while I waited, I removed my panties and my bra, but kept the work-clothes on. I had told my husband to come to the museum between three and five hours after closing time, and figured that would give me between two and four hours in the pillory before he came.

Finally I couldn’t wait any longer, and took the bag with the equipment and rushed up to the place where the pillory was. I attached the leg devices to my legs and the spreader bar to my ankles after having placed the locking device in its place adjusted to a release time of five hours. I then attached the spreader bar to the pillory stands with a chain short enough to ensure that my legs were placed so close to the pillory stands that I would be unable to stand in balance. Finally, I fitted the dental gag in my mouth and adjusted it so that my mouth was wide open, gaping like a fish on land. I then rose halfway up from my kneeling position, unbuttoned my jacket and blouse and pulled my skirt up around my waist. Then I placed my neck and hands in the pillory and let the upper stock fall into place. I was so aroused already that the clicking sound of the locking mechanism almost made me come instantly.

Then I stretched my legs to full length and tried to bend them again, noticing that it was impossible. I was now standing with my legs straight, with my arms and my neck locked in position, and with my feet so close to the pillory that I was out of balance, depending on the pillory to keep me standing. Due to the height of the pillory and my legs forced to stand straight (I am 5’10” tall), I was standing with my ass as the highest point, my shoulders and head almost twelve inches lower than the top of my ass. As I tried to lift one of my legs from the ground, the spring force in the spreader bar forced my legs apart, and soon I found myself standing with my legs almost four feet apart and my ass six to eight inches higher than my shoulders. I found some sort of balance, and prepared to wait for a long time. Standing like this, my pussy and my ass were totally exposed, and I could feel my wetness seep out of my cunt and run down my thighs. The dental gag prevented me from closing my mouth, and due to that I was soon drooling like a lunatic. The situation was so arousing to me that I was on the edge of coming several times as my fantasy worked hard to put my mind into the environment of the old-fashioned punishment and humiliation of a pillory sentence. I had no possibility of monitoring the time spent in the pillory, and several times I thought I heard somebody, my husband of course, approaching me from the woods behind me. Each time my expectations rose to new heights, but each time the surroundings went quiet again, and all I could hear was weak sounds from the living areas next to the museum and the traffic sounds from the highway. Time went on, and I was standing there, drooling, wetness seeping from my pussy and running down my thighs and the gentle breeze caressing my breasts and my pussy, making small, chilling sensations that each pushed me closer to an orgasm. I sort of went into a semi-sleeping state, half-dreaming, half fantasizing about my situation and what was to come.

Then, suddenly, I could swear I felt something touch my pussylips. I woke up with a shock, all senses sharp, listening for any sound nearby and trying to turn to see what was going on behind me. I was instantly on the edge of orgasm, and longed for something to happen and release me from the tension and arousal which had been rising slowly for the last few hours. I couldn’t see anything behind me, but as I turned my head forward again, I suddenly looked at two leather-clothed legs standing before me, just inches away from my face. My husband had never owned anything like a pair of leather pants, and I realized in shock, but at the same time in incredible arousal, that this wasn’t my husband, it was someone else. It made no sense that someone else should come this way at this time of night, but here I was, discovered by some stranger, in one of my most humiliating situations possible. I tried to bend my head backwards to see more of the person, but all I could see was a t-shirt, a leather jacket and a motorcycle helmet. It made bizarre sense that he kept his helmet on to prevent being recognized as he probably was about to take advantage of the situation in terms that did not fit with being nice and helpful.

As I looked down again, I could see him pulling down the zipper of his pants and pull out a cock that seemed larger than anything I’d seen before. As it slowly rose and grew to full length, aiming itself towards my mouth, I realized that it was black, black as the night, and when fully risen, it must have been 10 inches long and 2.5 inches in diameter! That was even bigger than my largest dildo. As I realized what the guy had in mind, I remembered once trying to deep-throat myself with that dildo, but I could barely get the head of it past my lips. Now, back then I didn’t have the dental gag, and now I also realized that there was nothing I could do to prevent him from having oral sex with me if that was his intention. And that sure was his intention.

Before I could come up with the brilliant idea to scream, he pulled my hair to lift my head, and then he pushed his cock inside my mouth, and forced his cock-head to the back of my mouth. He continued to push, and slowly he pushed his cock down my throat. I could feel the throat stretch to accommodate this tremendous member, and I soon started to gag. But the contractions of my throat muscles just seemed to help pull his cock down my throat. My body was now shaking wildly, my throat spasming and my fear of being suffocated made my eyes wide open and my breathing muscles heaving trying to breathe. All this just seemed to inspire my violator, or rapist, as he actually was.

Finally I could feel his balls hitting my cheeks, and I realized I had ten inches of cock down my throat. Although I was still afraid of being suffocated, my body started to react to the situation, the arousing thought of deep-throating ten inches of black meat made my arousal rise to new heights, and the strangest thing happened to my body: It seemed to accept the intrusion of the big black cock, my gag-reflexes receded to almost nothing, and my body stopped shaking. Noticing this, the rapist started to withdraw his member from my throat, and he pulled it out until only four inches remained in my mouth. I got a few draws of fresh air, and then he pushed down my throat again. He now started to fuck my throat with long, firm thrusts, allowing me to breathe between his blows, and as I felt inch after inch of cock slide up and down my throat, I actually, without wanting it myself, started to milk his cock with my throat-muscles.

Remembering how I used to fantasize about sex with black men, this whole situation made me so horny that my entire body was shaking in anticipation, but I couldn’t get myself the last bit over the edge. The black man continued to fuck my throat for several minutes, and I sucked and milked his cock as best I could, and my body got closer and closer to orgasm, so close I felt I lost all control over my body, but I couldn’t come. Soon I could feel his member start trembling and grow even a little more, and thought that now he’s coming, maybe I’ll get relief too. Suddenly he pushed his cock extra hard down my throat and just held it still as I could literally feel his cum rushing through his cock and into my throat, or maybe even right down my to my stomach. In the same moment I could feel my own orgasm start deep inside my body. In the very same second I felt someone pull what must have been a cock-head along my trembling wet pussylips and then plunge the cock inside my pussy and land deep down inside my cunt-canal. He started fucking frantically while my own orgasm got even more violent and energetic than I first expected. My body shook and trembled and spasmed and bucked, and the man behind me reached forward, got a good grip on my nipples and pulled them until it hurt like hell, but all these inputs just lifted me even higher on my orgasm, I felt like my entire body, everything down to each little finger and toe should explode and evaporate from the intense feelings of this orgasm. Vaguely I felt the man behind me come deep inside me, and the feeling of his hot semen spread around my body when my orgasm finally faded away, and I felt a warm, lazy feeling coming over me as the black man withdrew his cock and squirted the last drops of his semen all over my face. The last thing I remembered was the strange, chilling feeling of air in my mouth and my pussy as both men had withdrawn their members and air rushed into both my holes. Then everything got dark, and I guess I fainted from exhaustion. Locked up and bound as I was, I must have remained in the same position, bent over with straight legs and my hands and head locked in the pillory.

When I woke up my husband was sitting in front of me, looking into my eyes with a small grin on his face. The gag was still in my mouth, and I drooled a mixture of semen and saliva down in front of him, and I could also feel semen seeping from my pussy and down my legs, drying there on my skin to a thin white cover. My jaws ached, my entire body ached, my pussy and throat were sore, but I was happy. I could not remember the last time sex, in any shape, had made me as happy as just then.

“How are you?” my husband asked, but all I could do was just look at him, ashamed that I had enjoyed sex from someone other than him, but still I felt good about it, and I think he understood that. He released me from my bondage, and as soon as the gag was out of my mouth, I tried to tell him what had happened, but I didn’t get any sane word out of my mouth. Then, as he put all the gear back into the bag, and after listening to my babbling, he started to laugh. I couldn’t understand what he was laughing about, but in the car back to our house, he told me: “It was me who took you from behind. The black man was one of my friends from before I met you, Lewis. We were best friends from childhood and up, but he left town about half a year before I met you. On my way to the museum tonight, I ran into him for the first time in 5 years, and I stopped to talk with him. Then I remembered all your fantasies that you’ve told me about getting screwed by strangers and about having sex with black men and so on. And, as I trust him with my life, I told him about this little ordeal, and asked him if he would join in. He said yes, and the rest, well, you know.” At first I was a little shocked, but thinking back on the wonderful fucking I’d just received, I couldn’t find any real reason to be mad about anything. As we got home, we had a wonderful round of plain sex before I drifted off to sleep, dreaming about pillories, black men, and sparkling orgasms.

After a few days we had my husband’s friend Lewis over for dinner and some drinks. We talked things over and Lewis became a good friend of mine too. He told us he was back in town for good, having started in a new job just weeks ago.

While I was in the kitchen, my husband and Lewis had a private talk, and when I returned, my husband asked if I wanted more of what we’d done the other day. He already knew the answer, and told me he had arranged with Lewis to help me with those things while he himself was at sea. He said that if I wanted to go on with this stuff while he was away, it was better and safer, both sexually and practically, to have a partner that he trusted as much as he trusted Lewis. I accepted their plan, and within myself I had a good warm feeling looking forward to our next round.

Over the next few weeks we had several happenings all three of us, and I also had a few experiences with Lewis alone. He turned out to have the same interests within sex as we had, and we had quite a good time. When my husband left for a work period, Lewis and me got into a habit of having a happening once or twice a week, mostly with the pillory setup. I used to phone him the day before I wanted to run the scheme, and if he was available, we talked on the phone the next day too, just to confirm that it was on, and later the same day we ran the scheme about the same way as first time, but with just him and no second lover.

One day when I phoned him, he told me he had to work out of town for four or five days, and said we had to wait until he came home. I was very disappointed, but after some thought I found out I could make a single scheme out of it.

I did everything as earlier, but in addition to the original gear, I also brought three dildos with me. I inserted two of them in my pussy and my ass, and then I took an inflatable one and put it in my mouth and inflated it after I had attached the dental gag. I adjusted the release-time to half an hour, took the remotes for my pussy and ass-dildos in each hand and locked myself up and stretched out. When my arousal rose, I turned on the vibrators and dropped the remotes on the ground, and the effect came immediately. During the next half-hour I had several sparkling orgasms, and when time was out and I was released, I immediately readjusted the lock to one hour, and locked up again.

This worked so well that when Lewis was back, I started to do it single a couple of times a week in addition to the sessions with Lewis. I didn’t tell him about my single sessions, and as I have a rather big sexual appetite, he didn’t suspect anything either. I realized that it was hazardous to run this on my own, with no backup if anything failed, but it was so good I didn’t care. And in the two and a half months we’d been doing this, we had not seen one single soul inside the fences after closing time. I got braver and braver when doing the single scheme, and since it was still late summer and rather warm by night, I had started to do this stark naked, and with timer settings of up to four hours. I used a lot of batteries for my dildos, and I was exhausted after every ordeal, but it felt good to get all the sex I wanted. I was even starting to fantasize about doing the single scheme every day when Lewis couldn’t participate, But as everyone knows, and I was about to find out, good things don’t last, and one day it went wrong.

It was a Sunday evening, I had been working late and was closing up. Lewis and me had had an ordeal the previous night, and I was planning on doing a single tonight. That particular part of the outdoor exhibition was closing down for the season, and some maintenance work should start on Monday. I wasn’t sure if it would be possible to use the area during the maintenance period, and I had wanted Lewis with me on the last evening, but he couldn’t make it. So I planned to do a single tonight, and to let it be the greatest one of them all. I did all the preparations, and in addition to all the other gear, I brought some bondage clamps with weights on. Before locking up, I attached two of them to my pussylips and one at each nipple. The weights were not too heavy, but I reckoned that a few hours with these in place would make them feel very heavy. Then, in a weak moment I adjusted the timer to full six hours and locked up. I started the vibrators, and by moving slightly fore and aft and from side to side, I made the weights swing around and pull my nipples and lips in different directions. The first orgasm came within seconds, and several more followed within the first fifteen to twenty minutes. I was so horny this night that I felt ready for anything. Too bad I had to do it alone, but at least it would last as long as possible.

After being locked up for about an hour, I had no way to find out how long since I had no watch on and couldn’t see the timer, I got the feeling that something was wrong, very wrong. I looked around in front of me, but couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t look behind me since I was locked up the way I was, and I tried to listen carefully to hear if there was anyone there. All I could hear, was the faint sound of the real life outside the fences, and a very low humming-sound from the vibrators. I wished that I could turn them off to hear even better, but the remotes were on the ground and out of reach. The fear of being discovered had postponed my next orgasm, but as I listened and couldn’t hear a thing, my fear changed to a thrilling feeling as my orgasm slowly but surely approached me again. Even hornier now than a few minutes ago, I finally turned over and had another raging orgasm. I bucked and heaved and shivered, and I was glad I had the inflatable dildo in my mouth, otherwise I’m sure I would have screamed so loud that they would’ve heard me on the other side of the valley. As my orgasm reached its peak, I unmistakably heard someone whisper behind me: “Shiiiit, man, look at that!” and another voice: “Shhhhhh”.

Now I was sure there were at least two persons watching me, and although I sort of went cold in fear of being discovered and humiliated, I also got even hornier by the knowledge of the same. This had the effect that my orgasm renewed and continued on for what felt like several minutes before it started to fade away. As my orgasm receded my fear took over, and I was startled when it became clear to me that I was discovered by someone. I was in a situation where I could do absolutely nothing at all; I couldn’t get loose, I couldn’t hide myself in any way, and I couldn’t hide what I was doing.

Then I heard one of the voices again: “Well, since you’ve already revealed our presence, we might as well get started.”

Another one said “This is going to be great, man, it was really lucky that you found out about this.”

“Yeah, it’s been some interesting nights while I was staking her out, she’s been here several nights the last week, and yesterday she was here with a big nigger. You should’ve seen her taking him down the throat, man, he must have had a foot long cock!” The talking and commotion went on, and the first voice, obviously the leader of the gang, gave a few orders about beer, grills, food and stuff, and it appeared to me that they were actually going to have some sort of picnic here. I recognized the voice of the leader as one of the handymen at the museum, a guy about twenty years old who had quit two days ago to go to school in another town.

Well, he was obviously still in town, and from the talking between them I figured out that they were going to have some sort of going-away-party, and that they were going to have it right here. And I was going to be the main entertainment for the night. “Hey, guys,” the leader said, “be careful not to go in front of her without anything over your faces. We don’t want her to recognize us.”

“What about you, then, she could recognize your voice!”

“No problem, I left yesterday, remember? I’ve got the receipts and the plane ticket to confirm it, and since I drove back in a borrowed car, nobody besides you guys know I’m here, and nobody will believe her if she dares to tell anyone.”

“Hey, smart, man,” said another one. It was getting more and more obvious to me that I was going to be gang-raped by this gang, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. I had heard at least seven or eight different voices, and I feared that my body wouldn’t be able to take that much. Although I really feared for my life, or at least my mental and bodily health, the fear also had a side effect. It nursed all my fantasies about gang-banging and strangers and rape and everything I ever had fantasized about, and my body reacted to this as it always did when I was fantasizing: My lust rose to new heights and exploded in a new orgasm. I couldn’t believe that I actually got off from the thoughts of being gang-raped, but I couldn’t deny the facts.

“Shit, man, look at that. She came again, and nobody was even close to her. And she must have figured out what’s coming to her. Damn, folks, she really likes this stuff. What a slut she is!!!”

It was obvious that they were going to have themselves a great party here tonight, and after having set up the grille and opened a few beers, they finally decided it was time to start entertaining themselves. As some of them came over to where I stood, I wondered what was to become of me. I was here without anyone knowing, Lewis wouldn’t miss me for another two or three days, my husband wasn’t due home for another three weeks, and all the guys were unknown to me but the leader, and he had an alibi. I realized that they could do whatever they wanted to me, and still go free unless they were discovered, and for that to happen someone had to break into the museum area and come all the way up here to be able to discover them, the place could not be seen from outside.

As they approached me, they started by pulling out the dildos in my ass and pussy and removing the clamps from my pussy. As the dildos were quite big, both my holes gaped for a while after the dildos were withdrawn, and they commented on that in ways only teenagers do. Then one of them, with a scarf over his face, came in front of me and started fiddling with the inflation pump. At first he pumped it up a little more, threatening to dislocate my jaws, then he found out how to deflate the thing in order to get it out of my mouth, I thought of screaming to alert someone, but found it useless. Nobody would hear me over the traffic on the highway, and just to make sure I wouldn’t scream, they threatened to break every bone in my body if I did so. I figured that I might have a chance to live if I did as they said, and kept quiet.

“Hey, look at this, guys, we can even take her in the mouth. She can’t bite us, she’s got something in the mouth to keep it open!” With that he rose up again and opened his trousers. He pulled out his cock, which was already stone hard, and pushed it into my mouth. At the same time the first one of them pushed his cock into my pussy and started fucking me like a rabbit. The guy in my mouth pushed his cock as far down my throat as he could, and it was obvious to me that those blokes had their equipment in shape. The guy fucking my throat wasn’t as big as Lewis, but he was still big enough to fill my throat well. The guy fucking my pussy filled me good too, and the guys went on fucking. The weights hanging from my nipples swung fore and aft and pulled my nipples with them. The pain in my nipples was tremendous, and I regretted having put them there. But now there was nothing I could do about it except hope that they’d fall off. It didn’t take long before they both came, and while the guy behind me filled my pussy with his semen, the guy in my throat pulled his cock out and sprayed his cum all over my face and hair. But the filling and fucking of my throat had made me produce so much saliva that I drooled as if he’d filled my mouth with semen. I didn’t get much of a pause before two others entered me, one in each end. They too fucked me like rabbits, and came within a few minutes.

By the time the third pair was about to come inside me, my body had betrayed me again, and I was on the edge of orgasm myself. The pain in my nipples was terrifying and I thought the clamps were about to rip off the part of the nipples they were hanging in, but to my dismay I realized that the pain just made me even hornier. I never thought it would be possible for me to get turned on by this amount of pain, but my body left me no doubt. I was higher in the sky than ever before. As I felt their cum inside me, hot and sticky, I went over the edge myself and had a tremendous orgasm. I was still locked up and with my leg devices and spreader-bar in place, so all I could do was to pull and heave in my bondage as my orgasm raged through my body making me shiver all over. As they withdrew their members I could see, hear, and feel cum slipping out of my pussy and my mouth, dripping down on the ground, and running down my thighs and legs. As the fourth pair entered me, two of the earlier guys decided it was time for seconds. They found out that by standing at each side of the pillory, they could put their cocks in my hands and make me stroke them hard again. As the fourth pair started fucking me, it felt kind of awkward to help two of the guys get ready to fuck me again, since I actually wanted them not to. But I figured that if I didn’t do it, they would hurt me, and when thinking it over again, I realized to myself that what I really wanted, was to have them fuck me over and over again in every possible way as long as I could take it. There was something about the situation, my complete helplessness and thus irresponsibility for what was happening to me, that aroused me more than it generated fear. As the guy fucking my pussy now reached forward and got hold of my breasts, he accidentally pulled off both clamps from my nipples. It hurt like hell, but it wasn’t over with that. As he squirmed my breasts and blood rushed back into the small but sensitive points where the clamps had been attached, the pain reached new heights for a moment, and this, together with the fucking I received, pulled me over the edge again, even before they came.

As soon as they felt my orgasm, they came too, utterly filling me up with cum in both my holes.

The fucking went on and on, and as I got more and more exhausted, I started wondering when the release mechanism would open the lock and let me loose. Even if I enjoyed the treatment I received, I also, from time to time wondered if I’d get any chance to get away when the lock opened.

After I’d been fucked over and over again for what seemed like hours, they finally decided to take a break. They just left me standing there, and they all assembled behind me, and I could hear them talking and laughing and drinking beer and eating barbecue food. As I stood there, fully exposed to them, with semen slipping out of my cunt and running down my legs, I felt incredibly dirty and sluttish. I was just their fuck-toy, nothing else. A toy they could use as they pleased, and leave after they’d played enough. I felt incredibly ashamed by the situation, but part of me also felt incredibly aroused by the same situation.

As I was left there to myself, I started thinking of the locking-device again. Maybe, if they didn’t take notice of it, I could get the gear off and try to run away, that was if the lock opened while they were having their break. But then again, did I really want to get away? My pussy and throat were getting sore from all the fucking, and my nipples were still aching a little. And my limbs, being kept almost unmovable for several hours, were feeling stiff and weak, but I knew the gear my husband had made for me would keep me up for as long as it took. But the rest of my body, and part of my brain, wanted more. I was ashamed to admit it to myself, but I really wanted them to fuck me more, to fuck me in every way possible until I couldn’t take anymore. But finally the sensible part of my brain took over, and I realized that I had to get away if I could, because I didn’t know what these guys would do further on. Having decided this, I waited and waited hoping to hear a click from the lock. When I suddenly heard a clicking sound, I was ready to do whatever it took, but the pillory was still locked! I turned my head and looked in the direction of the lock, and there I saw the legs of someone standing besides the pillory.

Then I heard the voice of the gang-leader: “Sorry, slut, but we’re not finished yet. And I almost forgot about the lock. I saw the other night that it opened automatically, and figured out how it must work. But I nearly forgot to remove the battery. Well, now it’s done, and you can enjoy the rest of the evening!”

Shit, I thought, that’s it. I’m completely in their control. Now I had no way to get away. I knew that they could do whatever they wanted to me, and there was nothing I could do about it. And nothing anyone else could do either. But the knowledge of the situation started me off again, and I could feel my arousal and anticipation rising again, wondering what more they’d do to me. As they assembled around the pillory again, I noticed a beam of light sweeping across the ground and then ending up on me. It had started to get dark, and I realized that the light-beam was the projector light from a video camera. They were filming the whole event!

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