THE STAKE-OUT
It was the closest thing you could get to a totally private beach. Officially, it was state-owned property, but surrounded as it was by a combination of luxury homes and forest and situated over twenty miles from the nearest town, it was as good as deserted.
My husband, Rob (Don't ever call him Bob!), knew one or two of the owners of the homes. What few people did live there were total party animals, sometimes of the kinkiest sort. It was they with whom Rob set me up with my first experiences at being tied up at parties, who got my juices flowing about bondage, and who encouraged our use of the beach for occasional private games.
I had gotten to the point where just the sight of a rope or a padlock would get me aroused. Rob was so imaginative, so spontaneous, that I could never predict when he would spring a surprise scene on me. I tended to be aroused most of the time we were together, and he had recently started calling me his "Slut", Darlene. And that turned me on, too.
So he took me to the beach. As he frequently did when a scene was in the works, he kept silent about his plans. I provoked him, teasing him with one hand and myself with the other, until he responded, as I knew he would, by pulling over the car and handcuffing my wrists together behind my back.
He drove us on again, now with my generous breasts struggling to remain covered by the tiny wisp of a top that passed as a bathing suit. He did keep me excited, using his right hand on me at will as he drove, and later removing my top altogether, leaving me exposed as well as restrained in his front seat.
We drove down a long dirt road, bringing us to within a quarter-mile of the beach. We then had to get out and walk. He gave final confirmation that a scene was actively in progress as, leaving my wrists locked behind me, he removed my thong, leaving me totally naked. Beyond this, he not only brought just one towel, but the only other object he carried was a leather bag which he used exclusively for our bondage toys.
Naked and handcuffed, I walked with him to the beach. It was indeed totally deserted. There was, in fact, only one thing breaking up the rhythm of sand and surf. At one spot, there was a place where a floating dock had been anchored. Though the dock itself was long gone, there were still four massive eyebolts set in deep concrete posts, barely visible above the sand. They formed a square about seven feet on a side. Rob led me there.
He picked up a few bits of broken shells and some twigs, then brushed the sand to leave it smooth and comfortable. Reconsidering, he then added a fair quantity of sand, raising the surface in the middle of the square to a gentle arch rising several inches. I grew more aroused, knowing he did this to enhance the presentation of my nude body which would, no doubt, soon be bound there. I wished I had a finger free to masturbate, but could do little more than struggle a bit in my handcuffs and feel the sea breeze on my naked breasts.
Satisfied at last, he brought me to the square and placed me on my back in its center. He unlocked the cuff around my left wrist and, leaving it attached to my right, pulled it up to an eyebolt and locked it. A second set of handcuffs quickly locked my left wrist to its anchor, and my hands were lost to me.
Back to the bag again, he produced two sets of leg irons. Soon, my ankles were similarly locked to widespread eyebolts, and I was opened painfully wide, totally exposed to, what?
We stared into each other's eyes for a moment, both of us hot with anticipation. I silently hoped he would strip off his bathing suit and ravish me, then and there. Unfortunately, he had other plans. Leaving me to stew, he simply said, "Don't go away!", and went swimming.
I laid helpless as he enjoyed the water. In the meantime, the early afternoon sun began to heat my flesh. I suddenly wondered just how long he would leave me chained in place. I didn't relish the idea of a full-body sunburn, especially if he intended to abuse or whip my front side later.
When he did return, a good twenty minutes later, I was more than ready to beg. "Please use me, Master!"
He did. With no preliminaries, he stripped off his bathing suit and plunged into my cunt. I was distressed to find that with my tight chains, I could not move at all to enhance either his pleasure or my own. I was totally at his mercy, as he controlled the depth, speed and strength of his every stroke. As he used his hands on my tightly arched flesh, every sensation was enhanced, every touch amplified, and he soon brought me to a powerful orgasm. I screamed in pleasure, shamelessly, as he used me, then I slowly backed down through my afterglow, my face gently nuzzling his throat.
It took me a minute to recover, but I suddenly opened my eyes to realize he was staring into my soul, smiling. He was still quite erect, and deeply buried in my cunt. I felt the first waves of arousal returning, and it showed. That was when he pulled out.
I cried out in frustration, "No, Master! Please, I need more!" Ignoring my pleas, he crawled up my body to my face.
He took my hair in one hand, gripping it hard, hurting me. He simply looked down into my eyes, an unspoken threat in response to my slave-whining. I opened my mouth, and tasted my own juice as he entered.
He drove down my throat with powerful strokes. Now, at least, I had the only freedom of action available with which to please him, that of moving my head and serving him with lips, tongue and throat. I could tell I served well, because he slowed his pace as he fucked my mouth, and soon withdrew.
He dropped back to my chest, and started fucking my tits. He moved far enough forward for me to be able to briefly lick and suck his cockhead on each stroke. I could feel my arched body being pulled against the four-point restraints which locked me in place, straining, increasing my arousal as I serviced him, but receiving no pleasure in return.
When he came, his first spurt hit my upper lip, and the rest bathed my entire face and breasts. I licked up what I could, hungrily, ready again to come with a touch.
He came forward again, using my mouth to thoroughly clean his cock, balls and even the sweat in his asscrack. By now, I was so intensely aroused, all I could say as he rose from me was "Please, Master!"
He said nothing; he just smiled. As I realized he was going to neither release me nor give me a badly needed orgasm, I moaned, deep and loud, in frustration.
He returned to his bag of tricks for one more surprise. Coming close to my come-stained face, he said just one word: "Slut!"
The surprise was a blindfold. He sat directly on my tits as he applied it, and I couldn't help but look once more at his glistening cock as my sight was taken from me. It was the last thing I would see for awhile.
His feet were soundless in the hot sand as he walked away. All I could hear was the gentle surf pounding on the beach as the tide went out. He might have stayed to observe me for a time or walked away. I had no way of knowing.
As time passed, I felt my restraints. Cruel, unremitting steel, they had no give to them. Struggling was useless and painful. With the extra sand he swept into the square before shackling me in place, my body was still arched tightly as well as spread wide open. The sea-breeze caressed me, even stimulated my nipples and exposed clitoris at times. The sun was a greater threat, as it heated my flesh as it did the sand. Not knowing how long I would remain bound, I hoped I would not burn badly.
It might have been half an hour, or an hour and a half later, I stiffened as I heard voices approaching. They were a couple, male and female, and I did not hear Rob's voice with them. It occurred to me that since only Rob had the keys with which to free me, these people could do anything to me they wanted, except to free my shackled limbs. Still blindfolded, I shuddered, helpless and exposed.
"My, my! What do we have here?"
It was the male voice, standing nearby. I knew he could see my entire body. A female voice answered him.
"Offhand, I'd say its a bitch in heat. You can see her cunt's still opened wide, and that juice certainly is all hers. She's already been used at least once."
"Definitely. And her mouth must be talented, too. There's already come all over her face."
I reddened in humiliation. They not only saw all of it, but their presumptions were quite accurate. The woman continued.
"I'd kind of enjoy an orgasm right now..."
"I would feel right at home in her mouth, but if you'd like to sit on her face first, I could use her cunt in the meantime."
"Sounds good to me!"
I was near tears. I was clearly to be used again, in the most humiliating way, in an open area, chained helplessly, and I had no way of knowing for sure even if Rob had sent them. In the midst of these thoughts, I didn't even have time to say "Please...", as the woman's cunt dropped brutally onto my mouth.
"Suck me, whore!" She pulled my face into her pussy by the hair with one hand. As I briefly struggled, I felt her other hand suddenly tighten painfully on my breast. I screamed with the pain, but to no avail. Both hands continued to torture me until my tongue began working.
She pumped my mouth aggressively, bathing me in both her own juices and the come which Rob had left on my face earlier. For long minutes, I felt nothing else, except for an additional squeeze of encouragement on a nipple when my tongue slowed. Soon, she began climbing towards orgasm.
The man plunged into my cunt. I screamed with surprise, as well as with the sudden stimulation. They ignored the scream, muffled as it was by the woman's cunt. Soon, she came, violently, bruising my face as she pumped my mouth. When she finished her orgasm, she quickly rose. To my extreme frustration, the man then withdrew from my cunt.
"Oh no, please! Fuck me-e-e!"
I couldn't believe my words. Chained naked on a beach, blindfolded, already soiled with come, I was begging for strangers to fuck me. The man saw my humiliation and intensified it.
"You're right, dear. She is a bitch in heat. We mustn't spoil her."
He straddled my face. As I opened my mouth again to moan my frustration, he thrust in his cock. Nearly in tears now, I began licking and sucking my own juices off of his massive cock, serving his pleasure as I suffered in denial.
He came quickly, both in and around my mouth. Again, my face would carry the additional humiliation of his come-bath, visible to anyone else who walked the beach. They left silently, as I cried.
I was left alone again for a time. I felt the sun slowly roasting my flesh, the sea-breeze, the restraints still locked on my four limbs, the sand under my naked body, and the blindfold. At least half an hour passed, probably more. I began to worry. Would Rob have sent the couple to use me? Was he watching, silently, from a distance? Where was he? My body ached, my shackles gripped me mercilessly, and I remained totally immobile, totally vulnerable. And in the midst of what was rapidly becoming torture, I was still humiliated by the come drying on my face and body.
More voices approached, startling me out of my self-pity. Were they the same two that had used me? No, now there were at least three of them. I distinctly heard two females and at least one male.
"Look! There she is!" It was one of the females. I groaned in humiliation. They would have no mercy, and would probably use me as had the others.
This time, there was no pretense of surprise. They had been told to find me here and that I could be used. They said little, except to resolve who would be first.
A cunt lowered itself onto my mouth. My hair was used to raise my head, and the cunt humped my face. I used my tongue, but it seemed not to matter to her. Still, I tried to bring her off quickly, if only to speed my ordeal. After a few minutes, she rose, turned, and reseated herself, now facing my body. Her movements also changed, wordlessly demanding my tongue in her ass. I submitted, and she commented on my obedience to her companions.
Now, a finger invaded me from below. Quickly, my arousal returned as my own cunt's juices began to flow. Soon, though, the finger moved down and began penetrating my ass, leaving my cunt again untouched. Again, I moaned in denial as I served.
As the finger continued violating my ass, I felt a mouth on my nipples. I had forgotten about the third voice I had heard, another female. My arousal remained at a high pitch as I suffered.
Soon, the woman I was sucking off started to come in my mouth. She came long and hard, sliding up and down my entire face as she bathed me in her juices. I withdrew my tongue, finally, as she began to come, seeking a long-deserved rest, but she would have none of it. Her fingernails instantly found a nipple and squeezed hard, making me scream, until my tongue again found her well-juiced cunt and began cleaning her.
Finally satisfied, she rose. Immediately, the other woman sat on my face. The man had withdrawn his finger from my ass and straddled me just above my hips, facing the woman. She ground into my face as they embraced and came to a quick orgasm.
The two women were done. Now, it was the guy's turn.
Still blindfolded, I managed to utter, "Please..." I didn't even know what I wanted more, release from my long restraint or an orgasm. I think if Rob was there, I would have begged him to fuck me in my cunt. As I momentarily envisioned Rob's beautiful cock, another cock, an unfamiliar one, began pressing at my mouth, already dripping precome onto my lips. I moaned yet again in frustration, then opened.
At first, he just sat on my breasts, crushing me as he pulled me onto him with a painful grip in my hair. Soon, he leaned forward and fucked my mouth brutally, pressing my head back into the sand and driving deep into my throat. I opened to him when I could and choked when I could not. Still, he drove relentlessly into my throat, slamming into my mouth, not slowing the pace for many long minutes until he exploded in orgasm. I swallowed every drop, and with his hands again in my hair, I was made to clean him thoroughly when I finished.
I had sucked all three of them to orgasm while remaining chained and denied throughout. As they walked away, it occurred to me that I had been used by five people, all while blindfolded, and had not seen the faces of any of them.
Exhausted, I laid still for awhile. I knew I had been chained tightly for at least a couple of hours, and it was not clear to me whether this was Rob's intent. He had sometimes left me bound for several hours while indoors, but he always kept a close watch on me. Outdoors, he also sometimes left me bound, often to a tree in the woods, for as long as an hour. Still, he never left me alone this long. Either he had decided to expand my limits dramatically, or he was in trouble. Since he had the only keys to my shackles, I might also be in trouble.
I decided I had to get my blindfold off. It was double-knotted, tight around my face. I struggled, frantically for awhile, rubbing the back of my head against the sand beneath me, for an eternity, before I got it to move even the smallest fraction of an inch. At long last, finally, I shook it off.
The beach was deserted, the tide all the way out. The sun was low in the sky, and I was truly alone. And I discovered that my struggles to remove the blindfold also resulted in my digging a hole beneath the back of my head. Now, when I relaxed, my head was tilted back considerably, increasing the already severe arch of my body. I felt my skin still being heated by the sun, and knew I was already beginning to burn. I briefly thought about why I was not thirsty, then realized--the juices of the two men and three women who used my mouth, plus Rob himself, prevented me from becoming dehydrated. Where was Rob?
Somehow, I slept.
I awoke to the sound of motorcycles. The sun was about to set, which meant it had been almost six hours since I had been locked in place on the beach. The motorcycles parked somewhere behind me, out of my field of vision. As their engines were silenced, I heard their voices, a fair number of them, moving closer to me.
They walked into view in a single group. There were over a dozen of them, perhaps eight men and half a dozen women. All wore the typical denim or leather cutoffs typical of bikers, although I saw no club insignias. I noted that the women, many of them, were dressed provocatively, some wearing only the cutoffs and a pair of hot pants, or a skirt the length of a wide belt. They crested the rise behind me and saw me. Their faces broke into wide smiles. Seeing there would be no mercy from them, I wailed, "Oh God, no!"
They came down to the beach, laying out blankets, a portable radio, and putting out several cases of beer. They then gathered around my spread-eagled nakedness and stared.
"Un-fuckin-believeable!", one of the men said.
"A gift from the locals?"
"Naw, probably is one of the locals, some bitch who wouldn't put out for her old man."
Another laughed, "Or maybe couldn't put out!"
"Don't think so," one woman said. "She's got come all over her face. Someone got off on her mouth, anyway."
My face got even more flushed with humiliation, if that was possible. "P-please..."
"I think she wants us!"
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Smiles broke out on their faces, and a low murmur started rising from them. "Choo-choo. Choo-choo. Choo-choo..."
It rose slowly in volume and speed and truly scared me. The clear implication was that they intended to "Pull a train" on me. "No-o-o, please..."
The largest man among them stood between my widely shackled ankles and unzipped his pants, revealing a monster of a cock. I looked at it in fear while my body started betraying me with arousal. My nipples visibly hardened and grew while my opened cunt started flowing again. He saw it all, and announced, "Ha! I think she's in love with me already!" I screamed once more, helpless in my chains, as he lowered his body to mine. With no preliminaries, he thrust his cock hard, burying it to the hilt in my cunt. Again, I screamed, now in pleasure-pain, as he stretched me wide open and drove me quickly towards orgasm. His hands and body were equally brutal on me, bruising my breasts and pinching and slapping me at will. With my own body having been stretched out under the sun for hours already, his very weight tortured me, almost like being on a rack.
We both came quickly. When he finished, he simply rose, put away his organ and went off to drink a beer and relax. I, however, was given no such options. Another man quickly drove into my cunt while the first of a line of women sat on my face.
I don't know how long it lasted. Before it ended, I had been fucked by every one of the men, most of them using both my cunt and my mouth. All of the women used my mouth, and I must have given every one of them at least two major orgasms. They could have cared less about my own pleasure. I came frequently myself, earning little more than cheers from the group each time.
Some of them were brutal with me, even going as far as whipping my sunburned tits with a caisson belt. I screamed in agony when they beat me, much to their entertainment.
Even the women were brutal. They tore at my breasts, pulled out my pubic hair and used numerous objects to fuck my cunt, bringing me to orgasm in the midst of my torture.
Finally, hours after they started, one of them decided to make a genuine show out of my suffering. He took a leather thong and wrapped it tightly around my tits. Now, my breasts were in agony, sticking out like balloons, ready to burst.
He went to his bike and brought back a knapsack. Opening it, he withdrew a candle, and lit it.
Now, I shuddered in fear. Rob had bound my breasts; that was nothing new, although it caused me substantial suffering. He had used hot candle wax on me, as well. But the wax had a wide range of effects with the pain it could create. And this guy had no reason to show me any mercy.
He started dropping the wax on my left nipple. I screamed on the first few drops until the wax started building up. Soon, he had a mass of soft wax built up on my breast, completely covering my aureole. He then set the burning candle into the wax.
Fearful, I shuddered, trying not to move. Every breath I took caused the candle to shake and caused more wax to drip. I didn't have any way of knowing how long I would be tortured this way, and if the candle was allowed to burn down to my breast, I would be in real agony.
A second candle appeared. Now, my right breast was the target. As each drop of hot wax fell, I would scream. Each scream caused more wax to fall from the candle already mounted on my left breast, and I would scream yet again. Soon, both my breasts bore lit candles, and I feared even taking a breath.
Still, he was not done. To my horror, a third candle appeared. He took position between my thighs and used the fingers of his left hand to open my cuntal lips. He inserted the lit candle into my cunt, and I began to feel its warmth on my upper thighs.
Now, they laid back and simply watched. Periodically, my breathing would cause wax to fall from my tit candles, and I would scream, or moan loudly with the pain. And the candle stuffed in my cunt, I knew, burnt much faster than the others.
I mentally surveyed my body. I had been locked tightly in position for probably a good eight hours, at least. My wrists and ankles were severely chaffed. My bones all ached, both from their prolonged stretch and their immobility. My mouth and cunt were both well used and covered with male come and the juice of all the women who used my mouth remained on my face. The sun had been cruel, burning my flesh. My still-bound tits were in agony, from the sunburn, the wax, the hands of my abusers, and the welts left by several of them who whipped me with their belts. And since Rob had abandoned me so long ago, I had eaten nothing and drank only the come of my rapists.
For perhaps a couple of hours, I was left relatively untouched. Three or four of the men, and maybe two of the women, used my mouth. At one point, the heat from the lit candle buried in my cunt intensified dramatically, bringing forth my fresh screams, then I felt it no more. I assumed it went out, but the shaft of the candle remained, filling my cunt, visible to any of them who cared to look.
Finally, as my breast candles burned down to within an inch of my nipples, they began to rise and pack up. I began to feel even greater fear--would they conclude their activities with violence? Would they show mercy? And as the candles on my tits continued to burn, I wondered, would they be put out before my nipples were bathed in the molten wax?
The men came to me one last time, in a group. To my fear and humiliation, they all withdrew their cocks. Then, as an ultimate humiliation, they simultaneously began to piss.
I cried out, helpless to protest. They covered my entire body, bathing me in their streams. Two of them focused on my face, frequently hitting my opened mouth when I cried out. I was forced to swallow a great deal of it before they finished, and I could even feel it running beneath my back and ass, saturating the sand upon which I laid.
Done, they stepped back. Then, one of their women came up and squatted directly over my face. She, also, pissed on me, covering my face and even forcing me to drink it directly from her cunt. When she finished, she sat on my piss-soaked face and forced me to clean her and then suck her to orgasm. Completely broken, I submitted.
As she rose, I saw the rest of the group watching me abase myself. Then, I was distracted by the feeling of heat on my nipples.
The candles! In the midst of my piss-shower, they were careful not to put out the flames. And now, the wax had burned down to my flesh. The heat increased very quickly now, until I began screaming and crying out with the pain. In about a minute, one which seemed to last a lifetime, the flames were finally shaken out by the very limited movements I could make. The heat of the molten wax remained for a time, and I cried for a long time after. I barely noticed when they removed the thong from my tits. Soon, the motorcycles started, and I was alone once more. Actually, not quite alone. There was still a good eight inches of candle left buried in my cunt.
Once more, I cried out, to the sea itself: "Rob, where are you?" Then, exhausted, I fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept. I was awakened, gently, by the sea itself, the waves lapping at my chained feet. It was relaxing, soothing, pleasing to me after the lengthy abuse I had suffered. I welcomed the cleansing waves, smiling, until it hit me.
The tide was coming in! And I was chained, helplessly, to the concrete posts buried in the sand. I had no way of knowing just how high the tide would be, but if it rose far enough, I would drown!
I began to scream, "Help! Help!!" The beach was totally deserted. With the waves now crashing in, loudly, I knew my cries could not be heard beyond a hundred yards. Another wave rushed in, reaching my knees.
It was a strange inversion. The people who used me earlier had the capability of rescuing me, or of bringing great pleasure. They brought only torture and abuse, except when my submissive side took control. Now, the ocean itself, soothing and peaceful, could bring my death.
The water reached my hips, gently laving my cunt. It was cool, soothing against my flesh, which had been burned by both the sun and the candles. As more waves rushed in, my stomach and back were cleansed of the piss left by the last group.
"Rob--where are you?!''
I still cried out, praying for a miracle. Soon, the water trickled up the beach beyond my head, and the level rose. It splashed over me on each wave, finally washing my breasts and my face. Now, I had to be careful when I breathed, to avoid taking in the salt water.
My flesh was soon cleaned of all but the wax which had melted on me. Now, as the water rose around me, I found my body floating up a bit at the top of each wave. And I felt the ever-increasing fear as my chains held me down, only allowing me to rise an inch or so over the beach sand.
I noticed the sand under me shifting with the waves. The depression under my head, dug when I desperately freed myself from the blindfold, was soon filled. Unfortunately, each time my body was lifted in its chains by the waves, more sand was deposited beneath my back, effectively tightening my chains even further.
Soon, I floated almost continuously. I felt only the water, and the steel at my wrists and ankles holding me down. My head floated as well, and I still feared the water would rise far enough to cover me completely.
Now, each wave washed over my face, covering me completely for a second. I had eight or ten seconds between waves, then I'd be underwater for a second. Then, two seconds.
Minutes later, with my body completely covered, I found I could only breathe about two seconds out of every wave cycle, and only if I timed it perfectly. I also realized I could survive, but only if I didn't panic. And only if the waves rose no further. I silently steadied myself, not worried about my chaffed wrists and ankles, my burned skin, my thirst, hunger, or even my still-stuffed cunt. I had to relax and pace my breathing.
The waves rose no further, but they remained high for the longest ordeal of my life. For what must have been two hours, I kept my eyes closed, set myself into the rhythm of the waves, exhaling just before I knew my face would be briefly uncovered, then taking that all important breath of life. I thought briefly about my ordeals, about the fucking of my cunt and mouth, the torture of my breasts, the humiliation and degradation. I compared it to the threat of drowning, and found myself begging for the tide to go out again, willing to take on all my abusers again if I lived.
I now knew myself to be a true slave. I desired my use and abuse, because it validated my life, proved I was alive. Feeling the candle still stretching my cunt, I found myself contracting my vaginal muscles around it. Soon, in spite of my close proximity to drowning, my arousal returned. My need for air increased as my heat grew, and amazingly, I found myself nearing orgasm.
My arousal continued to build. At one point, a particularly large wave crashed over me, covering my face for over twenty seconds before it receded. In the midst of it all, I came.
I don't know how, but I survived. It took still another hour at least, but my breathing intervals increased, until my head finally rested upon the sand again, and I breathed normally. I gave silent thanks, then slept.
It must have been several hours later when I was next awakened, this time by a hand on my breast. I opened my eyes, and in the deep darkness of the early morning, saw what could have only been a wino, a literal beach-bum, staring into my eyes and caressing my breast. I said nothing, not wanting to provoke what could have been a highly unstable individual, but merely pleaded with my eyes.
He used his hands all over me, moving slowly towards my cunt. As he progressed, he also revealed his own cock, manipulating it into a fair erection. I detected a strong odor about him, one clearly caused by his total absence of hygiene. Again, my humiliation began to rise, realizing I was going to be used again.
His hand reached my cunt and attempted to penetrate me there. To his surprise, he encountered the remnants of the candle. There was still eight inches of it buried within me. Worse, as the wax melted when it was hot, it effectively sealed my cunt closed, covering my entire labia up to and including my clitoris. It was a totally effective chastity device, and even if Rob returned to rescue me, I knew he would find it difficult to remove.
The man was frustrated by it and understandably irritated. Obviously, he desired a good fuck, probably his first in years. He would be denied that. And with the growing degradation I was experiencing, keying in my own arousal, I would be denied as well.
He moved up on my body. As he neared my face, I was overwhelmed by his odor. Irregardless, his cock pointed at my mouth. One hand gripped my hair, threateningly, while his other hand pointed his cock at my lips. Shedding a tear of humiliation, I opened my mouth.
He penetrated my lips, and his extreme odor was soon dwarfed by the taste of a cock that had probably seen no water in months, except that which he passed from within his body. I was forced to suck him clean, washing him with my lips and tongue. It took many long minutes before the taste of him returned to something I found familiar.
His hands remained active. One remained in my hair, controlling my oral ministrations with a painful, demanding grip. The other continued to molest my breasts, sometimes pinching or squeezing to keep me intimidated. Soon, I noticed his balls rising, his cock swelling, and I knew his orgasm was imminent.
He came in my mouth. I swallowed most of his huge load while the rest of it sprayed over my face or dripped out of the sides of my mouth. He maintained his grip in my hair as he enjoyed his afterglow, my lips and tongue gently caressing his cockhead. I buried myself in my humiliation, still overwhelmed by his tastes, his odor, and in the denial of my own need. Indeed, I wished that this filthy wino could fuck me to orgasm. But, that would not be permitted.
To my shock, he slapped my face once, hard, as he withdrew, then walked away into the night. I cried, wondering if Rob was even still alive. I cried myself to sleep once more.
I awakened again, hours later, to the sound of car engines. At least two of them, they were parked somewhere behind me once more. Memories of the bike gang from the previous night rushed through me in waves, and I was again petrified. I could still feel the candle in my cunt, and worse, to my horror, I could feel the incoming tide again, washing up to my widespread ankles.
As they ran over the hillside towards me, I was still conscious of the come continuing to dry on my face. I knew also that my body would probably be visibly marked, both from the remnants of the hot wax and from the welts left on me ages ago, when the bikers whipped my breasts.
"She's still here!"
They must have been told. I would be used again, and with my cunt blocked, they would all use my mouth. How many this time? I saw the men first, two of them, and three women. My face reddened, as my filled cunt began juicing up once more and my nipples hardened. Then, a third man appeared, joining the others around me. I closed my eyes and waited.
"Darlene! Are you all right?''
I opened my eyes in disbelief.
"Rob?!"
He ran to me, petrified of what might have happened to me. In the instant of his approach, he saw it all--the sunburn, the welts on my breasts, the remaining candle wax, the candle in my cunt, even the dried come on my face. He came to me, embraced and kissed me passionately, ignoring what still soiled my lips. Instantly, my arousal returned. I knew now I would be safe in his hands, and as he reached for his keys, I stopped him.
"Rob, don't free me quite yet. First, tell me what happened!"
Somewhat taken back, he returned the keys to his pocket.
"Ed and Vicky here, they own the house just west of us. When I left you, I went to their place, and they returned here. They were the first couple who used you. When they finished, they walked east, to Mike's place. He came back with his girlfriend Amy, and their friend, Joan. They had some fun with you, and returned to their own place. The game plan was that they'd call me at Ed's place when they were all done, I'd come back and pick you up, and we'd all go to Mike's to continue partying, or home if you weren't up for it.
"Unfortunately, Ed has a terrific dungeon in his basement, well-stocked with videos and things to read. I waited for his call, not realizing I had locked myself inside! I couldn't get to the phone, and when I didn't answer Ed's call, they all presumed I picked you up and bailed out. They didn't find me until they drove back half an hour ago!"
Amazingly, I found myself laughing. In spite of my ordeal, I pitied Rob, knowing how he must have worried. I was aroused again, thoroughly, more than I had been the entire time since Rob left. I knew I was breaking personal records with each second that passed, and surrounded by half a dozen people, all clothed, all of whom had used me over the past twenty-four hours, I was completely immersed in my role as Rob's slave. As uncomfortable as I was, I didn't want it to end yet.
"Rob?"
"Yes?"
"Don't release me yet, please. I've put you all through a lot of worry on my behalf, and I should show you my appreciation. Even more important, Master, I'm still your slave. I can tell you're aroused seeing me like this, and so are your friends. Please, use me before you release me."
Rob was momentarily shocked by the request, but quickly assumed his role.
"Well, slut, it would be unfair to enjoy you while my friends wait."
"Of course, Master. I would assume you would offer me for their use, as well."
"Your cunt is still plugged. It would require some work on our part to peel off enough wax to remove the candle."
"Such work should not be done by a Master. It would be much more appropriate for me to do that job myself, after you bring me to Mike's."
''And with your ass hidden beneath you, all that would be left available to serve all six of us would be your mouth."
"That appears to be true, Master."
"Also, with the tide coming in, you'd have to suck us all off quickly, to avoid the water. You might have to be beaten further to speed your efforts."
"Yes, Master."
Rob produced a small, miniature cat-o-nine tails from his hip pocket. Standing over my head, facing my body, he swung, delivering two painful strokes to the undersides of my already welted, sunburned tits. I screamed, long and hard, on both strokes. Turning to face me, he then said, "Alright, slut. So be it. You'll suck off all six of us, and do so with the proper respect and effort. Should you tire, you'll get more of the whip until you find your strength. When you finish, we'll drive back to Mike's, and you'll walk behind us, naked and chained, on a leash. Your cunt will remained stuffed until you earn the right to free it later. In the meantime,..."
The first of the women, her cunt already revealed, began to lower herself towards my face. My cunt, open, filled and helplessly exposed, started to juice up yet again, begging for the fulfillment it would be denied. I noted that all three men already sported visible erections. My whole body pulsed in arousal as I pulled my wrists and ankles against their locked shackles. Just before my face was covered, I smiled. I then began to lick...
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