Part 4
The alarm went off, it was Monday morning. Sandy tried to open her eyes.
Sunday was only a blur in her memory. She remembered waking up and realizing
she was supposed to read scripture at church. She called a friend to cover for
her, and said truthfully that she was not feeling well. She awoke again near
evening, tried to eat something, and then took a long hot bath. She remembered
she had some prescription strength pain killers from a tooth extraction, and
after taking some of them she began to feel better. She fell asleep again until
that alarm went off.
She struggled to get out of bed. In the middle of the bed was a huge stain from
the other night, but she did not have the time or energy to do anything about
it. She took another pain killer and tried to do something with her hair. She
used more make up than usual to try and cover the bruises as best she could. On
the dining room table she found her wallet with an extra $1,000 in it, along
with a brief note that just said "Your share, bitch." She tried various
combinations to remove the collar from her neck before going to work. Suddenly
one set of numbers worked. She realized it was her birthday. How had Master
known that?
All the way to work she tried to replay the weekend but a lot of it was a blur.
She hurried to her desk, trying not to be seen by her colleagues too closely,
and began to open her e-mail. Soon she came to one from Him. It informed her
that there would be a package delivered to her office that day. She was to
follow the instructions exactly. Then there was a link to a website. It was
forbidden to use office computers for personal purposes but she had to see it.
It was a very hard-core pay site, and there on the first page was a picture of
her dancing on stage, with little black squares covering her nipples.
Sandy had to see the whole site. Nervously she fumbled with her wallet, entered
all the information and credit card number. Finally she entered the site. The
first title she saw was "Sandy at the Glory Hole". There she was on her knees
sucking a big black cock through the hole in the wall. There were several
Jpg's. She went through them one at a time. Then she came to a video clip.
She clicked it and waited. She could not believe it as she watched herself
frantically sucking that big cock, and then the cum flew all over face, in her
hair, down her tits. She was sweating now and she could feel her pussy getting
wet.
Suddenly a co-worker came to her door. Frantically she tried to close down her
computer, but pop-ups kept appearing. She tried to talk business but she was
sure her friend saw some of them. Red-faced she went back to work.
Early in the afternoon a messenger delivered a package. When no one was looking
she opened it. The instructions said to put on the clothes in the box and drive
to a specific club at 6 PM. She would be met and given further instructions.
All afternoon she snuck time with the porn site, looking at the other files of
women being humiliated and screwed. After the office closed she took out the
box. Inside was a small black dress. She stripped off her clothes and put on
the tiny garment. The skirt was very short, barely covering the bottom of her
ass. There was no back and the front was held in place by just two straps, one
tied around her neck and one across the back. Also in the box was a pair of
black shoes with very high heels. They strapped tightly to her feet and had
little metal rings on some of the straps. There was also a sealed package with
a note "'bring with you". She fumbled through her purse and found her collar.
Snapping it into place she teetered down the hall to the ladies room, trying to
balance on those high heels. She carefully did her make up using more lipstick
than usual. Finally she was ready. She checked outside of the building, hoping
nobody was around. She tried to get to her car as quickly as possible, but in
that dress almost every head turned her way. Finally red faced, and getting
very turned on, she made it.
The drive to the address led her into a rather bad part of town. She arrived
just at 6 and went into the poorly lit club. About this time she realized, this
was a lesbian club. Several couples were deep in conversation, but there seemed
to be several butch-looking individuals hanging around the bar. A couple wore a
lot of leather and she saw handcuffs adorning at least two outfits. She found a
table in the corner and tried to look invisible, but with that outfit every eye
saw her enter. A waitress with many tattoos, piercings, and a shaved head took
her order. She tried to cross her legs, but the skirt was so short that just
exposed her ass to anyone to see. She sipped her drink rather fast in her
nervousness and waited.
One of the women approached her and sat down right next to her. She was a
rather muscular woman, large, but not fat. Her ample tits strained against a
leather halter top. Tight fitting leather pants were adorned with a studded
belt and a set of handcuffs. Although she fondled Sandy a bit, and wanted to
know what she was doing here, the appearance of the collar seemed to keep her
from getting too serious. This was not the contact. When she admitted that a
new Master had commanded her to come, the woman nodded with a little smile and
eventually left.
Another woman approached and again examined Sandy. This one even reached down
and fingered her pussy for awhile while talking. But she also was not the
contact. Sandy finished her second drink and started on a third, when suddenly
a large, rather heavy, black woman entered and came directly toward her. She
had on simple black stretch pants and a black sleeveless top. Her hair was cut
very short and she had large gold earrings. Otherwise she wore few accessories.
She sat down, looking Sandy right in the eye said, "Hello, bitch, you are mine
tonight!"
Sandy's heart jumped in her throat. She had never been with another woman, let
alone one who looked this tough. She noticed how even the roughest looking
women in the place had moved back as she entered. The woman ordered a double
scotch, straight, on Sandy's tab, telling her, "Pay the man, bitch," then downed
the drink while Sandy signed the slip. "Turn around!" She ordered as she picked
up the sealed package Sandy had brought with her. Out of it she took a long
leather garment, a form of bondage sleeve. "Stand up, bitch!" She ordered, and
as Sandy faced the entire bar she forced her arms far behind her. The sleeve
went over both her arms, fastening them together from shoulder to palms. There
was a single mittened end which made her hands useless, with a big ring through
the tip. Straps went around her shoulders assuring the device could not slip.
Then straps every few inches up the sleeve were tightened one at a time then
retightened until Sandy's arms were imprisoned behind her, totally useless. The
force on her arms forced her tits forward, and the nipples were now jutting
straight out through the thin material of the little dress. Finally the woman
got up, snapped a leash to Sandy's collar and began to lead her out of the bar.
"See her tonight, at Woman's Night," she proclaimed to the whole bar as she lead
the now slightly drunk victim out the door.
The woman shoved her into the passenger seat of Sandy's car, carefully locking
the seat belt around her bound victim, then jumped in and drove off, rather
faster than Sandy would have liked. They drove across town, back to the adult
shop Master had taken her to the day before. She had not noticed before that
next to the sex shop was a second establishment that looked more like a club.
Now over the door was a sign "Ladies Night, Men Admitted after 10."
Her new Mistress helped her out of the car and propelled her toward to door.
Inside there were already a few women, mostly couples with one member obviously
butch and the other femme. Some of the submissive ones were in bondage attire.
Sandy was propelled across the main floor to a low stage. In the middle were
some chains hanging from the ceiling and some hooks and chains in the floor.
Mistress forced Sandy's legs far apart with a series o kicks to her calves.
Then she clicked the chains to the rings on her shoes, forcing her legs far
apart. Balancing on her high heels in this position was very difficult, and
Sandy could already feel her ankles shaking. It got much worse when Mistress
clicked one of the hanging chains to the ring on the mittened end of her bondage
sleeve and began to pull it tight. Up, up her hands were forced. As the strain
on her shoulders increased she bent further and further forward until her upper
body was almost horizontal. She tried to even her weight between her legs and
her shoulders, but her ankles were shaking more and more, trying to balance on
those tiny high heels. Now, her hands high over her head, she was partially
hanging by her arms, her shoulders aching almost immediately, her legs shaking
with the effort to balance.
Mistress walked around in front of her, grabbed a handful of her hair and forced
her face up, laughing as she did so. She tied a leather thong into Sandy's red
hair and attached it to another overhead chain, holding her head up and face
forward.
"Smile for the camera, sweetie," the big woman laughed, smacking Sandy's cheeks
as she did so. Sandy realized that several cameras, probably tied to that site
on the internet, were following her every motion. Suddenly she realized that
her image was going out to probably 1000's of viewers worldwide. She was now an
internet porn slut.
The women in the club now began to take turns inspecting the helpless victim.
They fondled Sandy's cunt which was peaking out from the short skirt, rubbed her
thighs, squeezed her breasts. One or two even leaned down and French kissed
her. Her outraged shoulders and legs were screaming for relief. The pain was
getting too much to bear. More patrons began to come forward to fondle and
inspect her as Sandy hung there helplessly. Some took delight in fingering her
pussy, while others preferred to squeeze and twist her tits.
Suddenly Mistress returned with two gorgeous young black girls. There were
striking in leather strap outfits that left there perky breasts bare, and there
shaved pussies outlined by two straps on either side. In these matching attires
they looked like twins. Both were rather slim, about 5'5" tall, with narrow
hips. There hair was cut short and their muscular butts wiggled as they
approached balancing on very high heeled shoes. The two of them began to
systematically fondle Sandy's pussy and breasts. The two straps holding the top
of the dress were untied and it fell away revealing her ample breasts hanging
down. Leather straps were placed around the base of her breasts and tightened
making them swell like large balloons. These were fastened to two chains from
the floor, even further restricting her range of motion. Some nipple clamps
with weights were hung from her tits, further stretching the nipples downward.
In contrast to the perky, small breasts of the black twins, Sandy's 34D's now
looked like udders.
The pain began to convert to pleasure. As the endorphins saturated her brain,
Sandy began to feel that wave of pleasure replace the sharp prickles of pain.
She could not see behind her, but the two young girls moved one to either side.
Her short skirt was folded over her back exposing her white ass for all to see.
A minute or two passed. Sweat was now pouring off her face and dripping down
her breasts and thighs. Her pussy was beginning to open and overflow with
secretions as the intense pain turned to passion and pleasure.
Suddenly her entire ass exploded in pain, and she was thrown forward, almost
totally hanging from her hair and arms. The twin girls had hit her with long
wooden paddles, the kind used in fraternity initiations. SMACK, a second two
blows landed, and SMACK a third. Sandy was screaming now through her dry
throat, but her cries were of both pain and pleasure. Again, and again the
paddles descended. Now Sandy was moaning, she felt to wave of passion begin in
her belly and slowly spread as the paddles came down again and again, now in a
measured pace with her mounting passion. Her pussy began to flower, and quiver,
she began to moan uncontrollable, and her body began to shake all over, as that
animal passion took over her entire being. All that came out of her mouth were
moans and incoherent cries as her whole body stiffened and shook. SMACK, SMACK,
two more huge impacts and she was over the edge, shaking crying, they going
almost limp in her bonds, hanging from her arms.
Sandy hung there, slowly recovering, not knowing what was to come next. There
was a sort of drum role from the music system and she realized that Mistress was
entering the stage. She could not see behind her, but she felt some one pouring
an oily substance over her ass and down her pussy. Fingers full of it were slid
into her pussy until it glistened with lubricant. Now as the music picked up
she felt one finger, wearing a latex glove, enter her pussy. It worked around
and around, touching her g-spot and making her gasp. Now a second finger
entered, and the two of them began to move as if playing a tune on the inside of
her cunt. Now a third finger, her pussy was being stretched to its maximum.
The music and the speed of the fingers increased. Sandy was panting now. The
stretching of her pussy was beginning to get painful, but in her endorphin
saturated brain pain and pleasure all ran together. Now a forth latex-covered
finger entered, physically stretching the walls of her vagina beyond there
normal limits. Sandy began to sob, a series of "No, please, don't, no, it
hurts, ooowwww," came from her parched throat. She desperately tried to relax
all her cunt muscles to let the tissues stretch, but it felt like something
would tear.
Mistress slowed the progress, slowly letting Sandy's tissues stretch as if
giving birth. Now as the music came to a loud climax Mistress placed the tip of
her thumb into her victims stretched and gapping pussy. Slowly but firmly she
pushed forward. Sandy began to scream with pain as her cunt was stretched wide.
She screamed loudly one last time, and then with a pop the entire mass of
Mistresses fist disappeared inside the poor girl's deformed pussy.
Applause erupted from the audience as the saw Sandy fisted for the first time.
But even if the stretching was over the fisting was not. Mistress began to work
her hand back and forth inside Sandy's cunt, rolling it around and around. With
the other hand she began to massage Sandy's clit. The tortured red head began
to moan with passion as she felt the fires again rise from her clit and deformed
vagina. Faster and faster Mistress twirled her clit. Sandy began to buck and
snort against the invading fist, moans and cries began to come from her as she
felt the wave of passion rise higher and higher. She began to shake and her
mouth gaped open is a long silent scream with only a growl coming from her
tightened throat. Then, just as her orgasm took over her whole being, a blood
curdling scream came from her lips. Suddenly, Mistress had made a fist inside
her vagina. All the surrounding muscles erupted in a huge cramped compression,
trying to expel the foreign object. The scream rose to incredible volume, as
the applause and shouts of approval from the audience rose to a crescendo.
Finally it was too much for the tortured redhead's brain, as she collapsed
totally unconscious, hanging limply by her arms and hair. Her mouth gaped open
silently spasming, her eyes were open but sightless. As silence filled the room
only the faint irregular gasps from her tortured lungs could be heard. Then a
distinct slurping "PLOP" as Mistresses gloved hand popped out of its victims
distorted cunt. The room erupted with cheers, applause, and cat calls, as the
appreciative patrons howled there approval. All around the world, a couple of
thousand dicks finished empting their last drop into tissues, and another
thousand women sank back in their chairs in satisfied exhaustion.
Slowly, Mistress and the twins lowered Sandy's limp form to the floor. She lay
there nearly unconscious, still shaking from the extremes of her passion. They
rolled her onto her back, leaving the bondage sleeve in place, and began to
attach leather straps around her ankles, knees, thighs, waist, above and below
her breasts. The clamps and were removed from her nipples, but the straps
around them remained, keeping her ample breasts hard. Chains from the ceiling
were attached to the various straps and slowly tightened. Slowly, slowly Sandy
was lifted off the floor by these straps until she was about two feet off the
floor. Nearly unconscious, her head fell backward, her mouth flopping open.
The chains were attached to the ceiling in such a way that her legs were splayed
wide apart.
Mistress came forward with a syringe filled with a yellow liquid. She injected
it high in Sandy's thigh. Consciousness began to return. The stimulant began
to course through her body, her eyes opened but still unfocussed. One of the
twins kneeled between Sandy's legs and began to run her tongue up and over her
thighs, closer and closer to her wide open pussy and clit. As she began to
tickle Sandy's clit with her tongue, a low moan came from the hanging girl's
parched lips. Waves of passion began to build and waft over her body. Suddenly
she realized the Mistress was standing right over her head. Her stretch pants
were gone now, and her rather fat labia and large clit were right in front of
Sandy's eyes. She grabbed Sandy's head, forcing her lips and tongue against
Mistress's pussy.
"Suck it, bitch, now or you will wish you were dead!" Mistress sneered at the
helpless redhead, hanging in her bonds. As Mistresses muff blocked off Sandy's
nose and mouth she desperately began to lick and suck in order to breath. The
more she sucked the more allowance for breathing was made, and Mistress backed
up a little, allowing Sandy's tongue to play over her large labia and clit.
Meanwhile on the other end one of the twins was doing to same to Sandy. Her
pussy was overflowing with juices and the teenagers tongue wound its way over
and around her pussy, flicked her clit, gently bit and pummeled Sandy's clit
with her tongue. Sandy had never done anything like this, so she tried to
follow the teenager's lead and duplicate what she was doing on Mistress's ample
cunt. Both seemed to work. Mistress began to breath deeper, grabbing Sandy's
head firmly, and forcing her back and forth across the large pussy. Meanwhile
Sandy could feel the passion rising again in her own belly. The stimulant-aided
passion built and built until she could hardly stand it. Sandy began to feel
her pussy spasm, as she felt Mistress also begin to shake. Fluid began to pour
out of the Mistress's pussy in her mouth. She could not tell weather it was
just ample secretions or piss but she tried to lap it all up anyway. They both
shook with the waves of orgasm passing over them, then Mistress pulled back,
slapped Sandy several times, saying "Good slave, for your first time, very good,
but you do need more practice."
She motioned to the audience which had now grown to some ten's of women.
Several couples approached the stage. One butch member straddled Sandy's face,
now covered with Mistress's cunt juices, while her femme partner began to lick
Sandy's pussy. Again, Sandy tried to duplicate what was being done to her own
pussy, learning new tongue tricks with every one. Several pairs followed in
rapid succession, with each one teaching Sandy new tricks. Finally the
volunteers were done, and Sandy hung limply in her harness of straps. Her face
was covered with the secretions of nearly a dozen pussies. It dripped down into
her nose making her snort to clear an air way, the taste of pussy lingering on
her lips. Her now shorter red hair was matted and tangled with cunt juices, for
at least two doms had delighted in wiping themselves with it as if it were a
towel. Some of them had been cleaned and perfumed, but one or two smelled like
that had not bathed recently. They all ran together in Sandy's brain. On the
other end, her pussy was covered with a mixture of her cum and saliva from a
dozen mouths, some of it dripping to the floor and forming a little puddle.
Slowly Sandy's limp form was lowered to the floor, and most of the straps slowly
removed.
The blood flowing back into her tits as the bands were removed began to revive
her. Mistress aided the process by bring forth two more syringes. One she
injected to the base of one breast, the other into the second. Again a wave of
consciousness began to flow over her as she slowly revived. She had no idea of
the time, but someone said it was 9:30 and the men would be here soon. The
twins helped Sandy to her feet. She could barely stand on her spiked high heels
but her balance slowly returned as the stimulants coursed through her brain.
The stood her in the middle of the stage and attached one chain to her collar.
When pulled tight it forced her to stand straight upright or strangle. Her arms
were still in the leather sleeve, but her feet were left free for the moment.
A machine was brought forward that had and instrument projecting above it that
looked like a large cock. The machine was placed between Sandy's legs and the
cock guided into her dripping slit. As the camber and motor were adjusted the
cock began to rise and fall in Sandy's cunt. Her slit was so wet by now that it
slipped easily in and out making a slight slurpy sound over the whine of the
motor. The speed and depth were set so that Sandy could not climax, but just
kept on the edge. Music started and several couples danced to slow numbers as
Sandy stood spread over the contraption on the well-lighted stage, slowly being
machine fucked.
At exactly 10, the machine was stopped and Sandy's neck unfastened. She was now
led by the twins off the stage, and through a door to the sex shop next door.
They took her into a well lighted room, similar to the one she had been in the
past weekend. This time she was forced face forward against a wall, her face
and tits smashed against a mirror that she knew was one-way glass. Her pussy,
still dripping from her extensive fucking and sucking, was positioned right
over a large hole in the wall. Straps attached to the wall were passed around
her ankles, knees, thighs and waist, holding her immobile against the glory
hole. Her upper torso was left free, except for the bondage sleeve, so she
could wiggle back and forth against the mirror.
She felt the presence of the first man. His cock pierced through the hole and
into her well oiled cunt. Back and forth he pistonned for what seemed like a
short time before his cock erupted, spewing a load of cum deep into her pussy.
He pulled out, and is secretions began to drip down Sandy's leg. Almost
immediately the first was replaced by a second. This one seemed to be more
deliberate, speeding up and slowing down to extend the experience. Sandy almost
came with that one, but then he two emptied his load into her dripping pussy,
leaving her on the edge of passion.
The third was a slight shock, for it seemed very inexperienced. It was very
hard very quickly, but moved nervously, as if this was a new experience. Very
quickly this cock came, shooting its load all over her shaved pussy. Others
followed, Sandy began to loose track of how many. Then a new sensation began.
The cock entering her was huge. She gasped as she felt her pussy expand, wider
and wider, deeper and deeper. Even after her early stretching, this one began
to turn her on. She felt the passion inside her rise immediately. She gasped
and moaned as this huge cock manipulated her pussy, expertly raising her
passions, then lowering them. Her stimulant laced brain began to explode.
Flashes of light seared across her brain. Her pussy began to spasm
uncontrollable. She heard herself moan, and then those animal sounds issued
force, like a cat in heat. Harder and harder she now tried to ride onto that
huge cock filling her, driving her crazy. She came incredibly hard, her pussy
spasming against the huge invader, squirting out the previous cum. Then it was
gone, without depositing its load inside her. She was confused, almost
delirious.
One more cock entered her. After the stretching by the last it hardly touched
the walls of her cunt. She could tell the owner was helping with his hand. His
secretion came quite quickly, without much force and low in quantity. Then it
was done.
In the back of her mind, somewhere, spinning through the drugged synapses, a
realization slowly dawned on her nearly unconscious mind. The huge cock felt
like Master, and the last like her husband.
The twins released her and led her out, back to the stage where she was paraded
one more time. One or two men wanted to feel her badly used cunt. Then she was
led off the stage. The leather bondage sleeve was slowly removed. Her arms
fell limp at her side with no feeling in them. She realized that the remains of
the little black dress were still around her waist like a belt. One of the
twins pulled the top up and retied it. Slowly they lead the almost comatose
woman out to her car. It was obvious she could not drive, so one of the twins
drove for her while the second followed in a second car. Once at her house they
led her inside, took her rather tenderly upstairs, and put her to bed.
She fell immediately into a deep sleep.