He removed the ballgag from her mouth and she sputtered. She was still in the stocks, her ass sore from the torture. She longed to be free, but she was addicted to the torture. The pain of fucking was her favorite drug, the humiliation her high. Today Master had something else in store for her, he told her.
“You fucking little slut. You love this don’t you,” he said, slapping her in the face sharply. She gasped. “You little slut, I’m going to make a real whore out of you. Master’s got a plan for the little slut.”
She was terrified and excited at the same time. Was it a new device? A new role? What did Master have planned for her?
He removed her from the stocks and tugged her chain forward hard, bringing her to her knees. She eagerly followed Master on all fours, feeling scared as well. He brought her to the suspension devices, and proceeded to tie her hands up above her head, her feet lightly on the ground. She was fully nude, except for the blindfold Master placed over her eyes. The blindfold excited her more than most other toys, not knowing what was coming, the anticipation itself would nearly bring her to climax. She felt Master’s presence leave the room for a bit, and she waited, clenching her neatly shaved pussy as a reflex. Several minutes passed until she felt someone enter the room…but it didn’t feel like it was only Master. How many people were there? What was Master’s plan?
Suddenly she heard the crack of a whip, making her pussy clench tightly again. It was the sound of a whip hitting fresh, bare flesh, and it struck again but with an ever so slightly duller sound. It came down three more times, each time sounding ever so slightly different, and a couple of them inducing groans. She recognized the voices of men, and whimpered slightly at the thought of what Master had planned for her. He was going to make her a slut, a whore. He was going to set all these men on her at once, and watch her be used at will. She was horribly terrified but imagined the humiliation would make it worthwhile. Master laughed. “Little slut. Go, horny little bastards, make what you can of the slut! Go!” And he cracked the whip once more.
She felt several large hands grab at her at once, a few of them were callused. One hand scraped her side lightly, but just hard enough to make her shudder. The hands tugging and groping her breasts alternated, a set of fingers pinched her nipple and she yelped. Her sensitive nipples were sticking out far now, her large areoles bared. Her breasts were large and lush, and it seemed as though each man was reluctant to leave it. Meanwhile a couple of hands made their ways to her pussy, stroking it and rubbing her clit. Then one man knelt down and began licking her clitoris lightly and rapidly, sending waves of pleasure up to her brain. After a few seconds of quick licking, he would stop and smack her sharply in the vulva, and she would shudder. Occasionally one of them would slap her ass or stroke the crack, once or twice inserting a slimy finger into the small hole. Some of the hands left her, she supposed to jerk off. She felt two fingers suddenly slide into her slick, dripping pussy. They pumped while someone continued to lick and slap her clit. Another finger entered her ass, moistened with saliva. She felt liquid beginning to spray and splat onto her torso and legs, and her feet slid around on a blend of juices from herself and each man. She tilted her head back and howled as an average length but thick cock entered her, slowly at first but increasing its pumping speed. She groaned and gasped in a high pitched voice, her Master roared with laughter. The sound of Master’s laugh made her go red in the face and somehow she felt ever the more sensitive down there. A smaller dick slammed into her ass and she felt tears sting her face. The pain and pleasure of double penetration was almost too much. And she still had hands feeling around her body, stroking, caressing and grabbing viciously. She heard the faint voice of her Master as he quietly stated “I’m bored” and the sound of the whip rang out again, and she heard the man smashing her asshole gasp in a slightly nasal voice. The whip cracked again and a hand sharply retreated from her breast, slowly returning to its kneading. Her breathing became edgy, her nipples and clitoris were erect and being pleasured by different hands. Master brought the whip down near her feet, and she could almost feel the tip brush her toes. It splashed a little wetness over her foot. She felt her climax hit her, her body and soul climbed and climbed higher and higher, and as the man in her vagina let out a soft murmur and blew his load inside her, she yelled and the sensation hit her full force, and she was swimming, flying and dreaming all at once. Her legs were soaked, dripping with the juices of men while her pussy leaked its own nectar. As her orgasm began to die down the man behind her pulled out of her ass and came all over her back, his fluid sliding down her buttocks. Her body gave an involuntary shudder and she gasped for breath, her head down and her body soaked, Master finally called off the men. He whipped her sharply across the asscheeks and she let out a tiny scream. Master took off the blindfold but left her hanging there, to watch him walk out of the room with the five men.