That night I was still in that room, awaiting my next tortuously sexual
episode, as I was sure there were more to come. That both excited and
frightened me. I was on my back on the rug with my wrists tied above my
head to that wooden post. My ankles were in shackles that were connected
by a thin metal pole, keeping my feet at a constant distance of about a
yard and my legs perpetually spread. I was blindfolded. He had given me
some water but I was still hungry, having only eaten that donut. I heard
voices outside the closed door on the other side of the room. The door
creaked open slightly while the voices continued. I heard him speaking but
couldn’t hear what he was saying, then a woman’s voice. Sounded like she
had a foreign accent. Then their voices became more audible as the door
apparently was opened fully. I’m not sure but I could have sworn I heard
him say something like, “…that’s good. And make sure she doesn’t come,”
ending the conversation.
Then the door closing again, and footsteps casually heading towards me. As
the person approached, I noticed two distinct smells – one of perfume, and
one of gourmet cooking. It occurred to me the foreign woman’s voice I
heard was probably a servant of some kind and was now standing over my
naked, violated body with recently cooked food. My mouth was salivating in
spite of the uneasiness I felt.
“Will help you sit up. You do as I say,” came a somewhat shrill female
voice with a Russian accent. She helped me sit up and lean against the
pole, leaving my arms hanging awkwardly above my head, wrists still
attached to the post. “Open,” she said and I felt something warm and
mushy against my lips. I opened my mouth and was rewarded with something
delicious. Not entirely sure what it was, maybe some sort of seafood and
pasta in a creamy sauce. And she continued to feed me in this manner so I
just opened my mouth after each time I swallowed a bite. After a little
while she poured water down my throat and I wasn’t expecting it so much of
it spilled down my chin and onto my breasts. This of course made my
nipples stand to attention, reminding me of my unfortunate circumstances.
I wondered what she was thinking. Did she not even care? Was she ogling
my nudity and my exposed pussy and getting some cheap thrills? Was she
disgusted with me? I probably seemed like some cheap whore who lived for
the sexual amusement of anyone who wanted me around. And there was nothing
I could do about it. I felt a tingle in my pussy at these thoughts and now
I was disgusted with myself.
It didn’t take long to get full, considering how my stomach had shrunk, so
finally I didn’t open my mouth again, hoping she would get the hint without
me having to actually say anything that might resemble a complaint.
“Open!” she said, and I opened my mouth obediently. Something that felt
like a glass pushed against my lips and I realized I was going to drink
more. This time it was red wine, but like last time, not all of the
liquid ended up in my mouth. I felt the cool liquid drip tiny rivers
around my breasts and onto my thighs. I heard what sounded like the Russian
woman sipping from the wine glass.
“Open again,” she said more softly this time and I did so. I wasn’t hungry
or thirsty any more but I just didn’t know what kind consequences I might
face if I didn’t follow orders in this house. Instead of food or drink I
felt something else entirely. It didn’t take long to realize this woman’s
tongue had entered my mouth, and I just let her explore, afraid to
reciprocate. She stopped abruptly. “Kiss back!” she said, shaking my
shoulders for emphasis. And she put her open lips to mine once more. I
couldn’t discern age from her voice but her lips felt so soft and her hands
felt so smooth against my nipples that I surmised she was probably still in
her prime.
I kissed her back with reckless abandon, reaching my head forward as far as
it would go before my tied arms held me back. I pressed my tongue against
hers while her fingers tweaked and teased my nipples. I could feel my
pussy becoming freshly wet again. I moaned into her mouth when her hand
pressed against my cunt. It felt so incredible I didn’t care if she
thought I was disgusting or if she was just using me for her own sadistic
pleasure. My body had been floating in a buzz of sexual tension since I
hadn’t been allowed to come, and now I craved release once more.
Her hand rubbed my pussy and her fingers delicately pinched my clit. I was
going to orgasm much faster than before. Then she stopped. Her hands
pulled away, her face pulled away, and I was left hanging again,
desperately craving orgasm, and wanting to cry.
Then I felt penetration in my pussy….mmmmm… it felt so wonderful. Must have
been a dildo. She shoved it all the way up… and then just left it there.
And I heard her walk away. The dildo was thin enough not to slip out by
itself but thick enough for me to be infinitely aware of it’s presence
inside me. And I couldn’t move it. I couldn’t touch my ultra-sensitive
clit. I couldn’t fuck myself to orgasm with that dildo that was deep
inside my pussy. I tried squeezing my vaginal muscles around it to a
limited degree of sexual release but I couldn’t come that way. It didn’t
stop me from trying, as the subtle squeezing around the dildo was gradually
more and more pleasurable.
Then I heard the door open again, followed by a flood of voices. It sounded
like a party that was about to commence or perhaps continue in the room
where I was held as a sexual captive. I sensed a brighter light and my
entire body tensed up. I instinctively tried to close my legs but the pole
connecting the shackles made it impossible. I was being exposed to a room
full of strangers as I felt them piling in. How did this seemingly private
man know this many people? It sounded like some sort of high society bash
with champagne glasses tingling and melodic female laughter. Voices made
comments about me, about the fact that I was there, and they seemed to be
enjoying this most illustrious form of entertainment.
Meanwhile I had stopped the vaginal contractions around the dildo but my
pussy hadn’t stopped it’s gradual incline towards sexual release. It
seemed as though the contractions were continuing involuntarily around the
dildo and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Before I wanted nothing
more than to orgasm, what with all the tortuous sexual buildup but now I
wanted nothing of the sort to occur. Being bound naked and spread in front
of a crowd of complete strangers was definitely embarrassing, but having an
orgasm for that same crowd would be too much to handle. Still, the
pulsations inbetween my legs continued unabated. And it was starting to
feel much better than I would have liked at that moment.
I tried to concentrate on what people were saying and not my own growing
arousal: “…she looks kinda skinny…” and “…I like her nipples…” and “…I
wonder how much girls like this cost, but I want to get one for my next
party!” and “…what a fucking whore, she’s dripping all over the carpet…”
and “…I bet she would fuck every guy in here, you can tell she gets off on
being exposed and humiliated….”
All their comments together were too much to bear. I was insulted but I
couldn’t even get angry because I could feel my pelvic contractions
approaching orgasm. I wanted it to stop so badly, even though I needed
release desperately. I concentrated as hard as I could on stopping but it
only seemed to take me closer to the edge with all the mental and physical
pressure on my pussy. I could sense people gathering around me and the
talking grew quieter. It was as if they were all expecting a grand finale.
I could feel all their eyes upon me now, and some people had the balls to
pinch my nipples, which certainly didn’t help. The orgasm welled up inside
of me like nothing I had ever felt before. I certainly hadn’t ever came
without direct stimulation of some kind. I couldn’t stop it now, I started
to moan, feeling the dildo deep inside me, and my nipples twisted into
wrinkled points. Everyone seemed to be focusing on me as I exploded into
an embarrassing orgasm in front of all of them, moaning uncontrollably and
squirting fluid onto the rug, my whole body sweating and shaking. My back
arched against the post and I stuck my breasts out in submission to my
orgasm and my audience.
I half expected applause, but everyone just kind of poured out of the room
as fast as they came in. I was still moaning softly when I felt the lights
switch off and heard the door shut. I was mortified. I just had the most
incredible orgasm of my life in front of 50 some odd strangers! Did I get
off on being humiliated? I was totally ashamed at having felt so much
pleasure at the expense of my dignity. Exhausted, I fell asleep.