Behind the Curtain – The Second Performance

The curtain had only been closed for a short while when Julia heard voices still chatting outside. Not everyone had left. A few men had stayed behind and were talking quietly but firmly. Then the curtain was pushed aside a little.

Leading the way was the CFO, a man in his mid-fifties with gray temples and a cool, calculating gaze. Behind him followed nine other men, all older, well-dressed, and self-assured. Peter brought up the rear. He glanced briefly at Julia—a long, cold stare that slid over her exposed, dripping body—then said in a calm but clear voice, addressing only her:

“Damn little… that didn’t go well for you.”

He paused briefly and continued:

“These are the paying clients Claudia personally selected. The men who donated the big money. Among them is our CFO. You’ve lost a lot tonight, Julia. But don’t worry… play along, and we’ll soon have three votes.”

Julia was still hanging there, bound in that extreme position, her knees pulled up to her ears, her lower body fully exposed. She couldn’t say anything. She could only watch. Her heart was pounding wildly. Slowly, she began to understand what was really happening here.

The ropes began to move again.

This time it was different. No more lascivious, dance-like choreography. The movements were harsh, direct, and mechanical—like in a hardcore porn shoot. The ropes pulled and twisted Julia into positions that left her as exposed and humiliated as possible. Her ass and pussy were pulled even higher and spread even wider, as if preparing her for use. The ropes held her so that her swollen, still-dripping pussy was held directly in the light. You could clearly see how her labia were slightly parted, how her own juices were still running out of her in thick strands and dripping onto the floor past her asshole.

Some of the men had already started undressing. The CFO stood still at first, just watching, while the others stepped closer. Peter stepped slightly to the side, arms crossed, and calmly watched her.

This… this can’t be happening. Claudia planned this. She didn’t just let me be humiliated tonight… she sold me out. These men paid for the right to use me. And Peter… he’s just standing there watching. He’s enjoying it.

The ropes pulled her hips even higher and spread her legs even more brutally apart. Her pussy was now completely exposed—wet, swollen, rosy, and glistening. The vibrating egg was still deep inside her, a hard, foreign object in her hypersensitive cunt.

One of the men stepped right between her spread legs and removed the egg. He slowly rubbed his hard, thick glans several times against her wet slit, spreading her own juices over the tip of his cock, and then thrust deep inside her without warning. No sooner had he disappeared completely inside her than the ropes began to move.

They were fucking her.

The ropes took control of her body. They pulled Julia’s hips forward, forcing her to sit down on the cock until it disappeared into her as far as it would go. Then they pulled her back again, only for her hips to be thrust hard forward the very next moment. It wasn’t normal fucking. It was mechanical, precise, and merciless. The ropes made Julia actively ride the cock—her hips rolled and thrust back and forth in perfect rhythm, as if she were greedily moving herself on it. With every thrust, the thick cock slid completely into her wet pussy. With every pullback, it slid almost all the way out—only to be brutally rammed deep into her again the next moment.

You could see exactly how her labia tightened around the shaft, how they turned slightly outward as it slid out and were pulled back inward with the next thrust. Her own juices and the shiny film on the cock made every penetration visible and loud—a wet, smacking sound with every thrust.

No… not like this… the ropes… they make me look like I want it. Like I’m riding him. But I can’t do anything… I’m just being pulled back and forth… and my pussy… it’s so wet… it’s clenching around him…

A second man stood next to her head. He rubbed his hard cock against her cheek and the gag. The ropes turned her head slightly to the side, so that the head of his cock was pressed directly against her lips and the gag. The man took advantage of the ropes’ movement and fucked her in her open mouth, while the first man continued to be ridden on his cock by the ropes. Saliva ran from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her breasts and mixing with the sweat on her skin.

Shortly afterward, a third man also shoved his cock into her mouth. The ropes now moved her head back and forth between them—sometimes she was pressed against the cock on the left until it slid deep into her throat, sometimes against the one on the right. Two cocks took turns fucking her mouth while her lower body continued to ride the first cock mechanically. Thick strands of saliva hung from her chin and dripped onto her bouncing breasts.

The ropes changed the pace according to the men’s whims. At times, her hips were thrust forward faster and harder, so that she seemed to ride the cock wildly and uncontrollably. At other times, the movements became slower and deeper, so that the cock disappeared completely inside her each time and she could feel it pressing against her cervix. During particularly hard thrusts, her legs were spread even wider, so that all the men could see exactly how her rosy, swollen pussy took in the thick shaft and released it again—glistening, twitching, dripping.

One of the men roughly grabbed her breasts, kneading them and twisting her nipples as he watched the ropes make Julia ride his colleague. Another stood right in front of her face, holding her head with one hand and fucking her deep in the throat while the ropes moved her head in perfect rhythm. Every time the cock thrust deep into her throat, her body twitched and her pussy involuntarily clenched around the cock inside her.

I look like a cheap porn star… the ropes make me look so greedy… but I’m not… or am I? Why does my pussy clench so tightly with every thrust? Why is my juice running down in streams? I hate Claudia… I hate Peter… but my body… my body is being used like a cheap hole, and it’s reacting…

The men laughed and commented on the scene while they used her.

“That little one rides really well… the ropes do it better than most women.”

“Look at how her pussy swallows that cock. She’s already cummed a lot today and she’s still so wet.”

“Claudia left us a really hot toy. That little one practically belongs to us now.”

The CFO stood a little apart, watching everything with a cool gaze and slowly rubbing himself through his pants. Peter stood there with his arms crossed, calmly looking into her eyes while she was being ridden on a cock by the ropes and fucked in the mouth at the same time.

Julia hung there, completely controlled by the ropes. She was being used like a living, mechanical sex doll—her hips thrusting actively, her mouth being fucked alternately by two cocks, her breasts being roughly grabbed. The ropes didn’t give her a second’s rest. They forced her body to move like a willing, greedily fucking woman, even though she was tied up, gagged, and helpless.

Her own juices streamed down the cocks, dripping onto the floor and mixing with the saliva running from the corner of her mouth. The ropes held her in the perfect position so that everyone could see exactly how she was being used—how her pussy tightened around the penetrating cock, how her asshole twitched slightly with every hard thrust, and how her body responded to the mechanical movements despite everything.

The humiliation was complete. It wasn’t just that she was being fucked. It was that the ropes forced her to actively participate—as if she wanted it herself. As if she were nothing more than a programmable sex toy that could be used for paying customers.

The other men stepped back a little for a moment and watched as the ropes repositioned Julia’s body. The mechanics changed. The ropes lifted her lower abdomen a little higher and tilted her pelvis forward, so that her ass was raised even further and aligned directly with the height of the cocks. Her legs were spread even more brutally apart, her ass cheeks slightly pulled apart by the extreme stretching. Her asshole was now completely exposed, slightly open from the previous orgasm and the many spasms, a rosy-brown color and damp from the juices that had run down from her pussy.

Mr. Schäfer, the CFO, stepped right behind her. He had already stripped completely naked. His cock was thick, heavy, and semi-erect. He slowly rubbed it along her wet slit, spreading her own juices over the head of his cock, and then pushed the tip upward, directly against her asshole. He pressed lightly without penetrating—just the thick, hot flesh pressing against the tight ring.

“The little one’s already had enough in her pussy today,” he said calmly, with a cold smile. “Now she’s going to get it in the ass. And the way it should be done.”

The ropes tightened.

Slowly, but relentlessly.

Julia felt her body being pulled backward—straight toward the cock behind her. The ropes forced her hips back in a controlled motion. Mr. Schäfer’s thick glans pressed harder against her asshole. The resistance was fierce. Her tight ring tensed, refusing to give way. But the ropes wouldn’t let up. They pulled her further back, centimeter by centimeter.

Julia moaned, her voice muffled by the gag. Her fingers clawed at the air. The stretching was brutal. She felt her asshole slowly give way as the thick head forced its way inside her. The ring stretched, burned, tightened until it felt like it would tear. And then—with a visible, reluctant yielding—the glans suddenly slid into her with a wet, smacking sound. Her asshole closed tightly around the thick shaft of the cock.

No… not like this… he’s forcing it in… but the ropes… the ropes are pulling me onto him… I’m impaling myself…

The ropes paused briefly, letting her rest on the thick glans, which was now lodged in her ass. Then they pulled her further.

Slowly but inexorably, the thick shaft pushed deeper into her intestines. Julia could feel it clearly—how her ass stretched around it, how the shaft forced her apart, how it slid deeper and deeper into her. Her own weight and the mechanical force of the ropes did the rest. She was literally impaled on his cock. Her ass swallowed him piece by piece until his balls finally bumped against her dripping pussy.

She hung there, completely impaled. Mr. Schäfer’s thick cock was buried all the way in her ass. You could clearly see how her tight ring clenched around the shaft, how the skin stretched glossy around it, and how her asshole pulsed with every little twitch.

The ropes moved again.

They began to pull her slowly back and forth.

Julia was fucking herself on his cock.

The ropes forced her hips to push backward—deep onto the thick shaft—and then come forward a little, only to be yanked back hard again the next moment. It looked as if she were actively and greedily riding him. As if she wanted to impale her own ass on his cock. With every pull back, the thick shaft slid almost completely out of her, with only the head remaining inside—then she was brutally pulled back again until he disappeared completely into her ass.

Her asshole visibly stretched with every thrust, clenching tightly around him and being slightly turned inside out as he slid out. Her own pussy juice ran in thick, clear strands down his shaft and over her ass cheeks. Every time she pushed herself back onto him, you could hear a wet, smacking sound—the mixture of her pussy juice and the tight, hot friction inside her ass.

I… I’m fucking myself in the ass… the ropes are letting me do it… I look like I want it… like I’m pushing my ass onto his thick cock… but I can’t help it… it’s so deep… I can feel it in my belly…

Mr. Schäfer just stood there and let it happen. He held her ass cheeks apart with both hands so everyone could see exactly how his cock disappeared into her ass. The other men stood around, watching spellbound as Julia was forced by the ropes to ride that thick cock.

“Look at that… the little one’s impaling herself,” one of the men said quietly in a hoarse voice. “The ropes are fucking her in the ass while she watches.”

Another laughed darkly. “Claudia sent us a really hot toy. She’s riding her own ass on that cock as if she’s got nothing else on her mind.”

The ropes picked up the pace a bit. Julia’s hips were now being pulled backward harder and more rhythmically. She was being rammed onto Mr. Schäfer’s cock—again and again. Her asshole glistened with wetness; her sphincter tightened with every hard thrust and relaxed as it slid out. Her body was tossed back and forth; her breasts slammed forward and downward with the harder thrusts. From her mouth, around the gag, came stifled, broken sounds—half pain, half something that sounded dangerously like pleasure.