Friday Night Torment

As the two men begin fucking her mouth and ass, Lexi feels the toy between her thighs increasing its intensity, causing her to moan and groan on the one man's cock. It's a bit difficult at first to maintain her balance, **** up on her tiptoes by the restraints while being fucked, but she manages. She's aware of every noise, every sensation, heightened by having her sight taken from her with the blindfold. The men aren't gentle, it's as if she's just a toy to them, something to take enjoyment from. She hears the door opening, and people walking in. She hears Erin greet them, inviting them to enjoy all that her shop has to offer. Time passes indeterminately as she's used like the public fuckdoll she has clearly become. Soon she feels the first two men close to finishing, the one behind her pulling out and painting her ass with his seed, the one in front finishing inside of her mouth, his cum running down her throat. They are replaced, and she hears more people entering and being greeted by Erin, and the toy between her legs increases its intensity.

As the night continues on, it seems to turn into one steady stream of cocks filling her mouth and ass, fucking her, the toy helping to push her further. But no matter how much she tries, she just can't seem to get past that wall, frustrating her, making her hornier and hornier. She can hear the voices of people, commenting about her, about the bondage device she's in. Lexi is unable to keep track of the number of cocks she's taken. And truth be told, she doesn't care how many, she's here to serve, to be on display, to be used. Her own lust seeming to grow with every thrust into her, overriding all thoughts, all feelings of discomfort, any worries about anything at all.

Eventually Lexi is released from this first device, but not for any real respite. She is led to another device, this one, as far as she can tell, has her positioned so that she is standing in a spread eagle position, her limbs pulled tight. She hears Erin's voice, inviting her customers to try out the various implements she has on offer. Lexi contemplates just what that means, her curiosity quickly satisfied as she feels the sharp pain of something hard slapping her ass and lets out a yelp of pain and surprise. More hard spankings follow, and are soon joined by more, things she has no idea of what they are, only that they are designed to hurt to one degree or another. She guesses, through the different sensations, that there are at least three people working her helpless body over. Every inch of her bare flesh being kissed by the painful things.

But through the pain, she finds pleasure, the ordeal becoming a sensual experience for her. Her whimpers and cries and yelps mixing in with moans of pleasure, she feels as if she's swimming in this sensory overload. Writhing and gyrating her body, as much as was possible given how tight the bonds were, clearly gave her audience/tormentors all the encouragement they needed to continue. But eventually they did pause briefly, and soon she heard Erin's voice, "So, it's quite obvious my model is enjoying herself," Lexi felt fingers entering her extremely wet pussy, shoved in deep, then removed. "But I think it's time I give her a little bit more of a challenge. Don't you?" Lexi heard them all agreeing very enthusiastically, and wondered just what she was in for now. And with that she felt something entering her pussy, deep, it wasn't small by any means, but also not uncomfortably large. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" Lexi could only nod and mumble a yes, given that she was gagged. "Well, you might not like it so much soon, when you realize why I put that inside of you. "So the challenge for you, my eager little model, is to keep that inside of you for the next hour." Erin paused for dramatic effect, "The challenge for my customers is to get you to drop it." Lexi heard several cheers as she already felt the object starting to slip out of her wet pussy, causing her to clamp down hard on it. "Oh, and if you fail in this challenge, I'm going to throw away the clothes you wore here. Now, everybody have fun! And I'd wish you luck, little Lexi, but obviously I don't want you to succeed!" And with that Lexi felt a hard smack on her ass, and the crowd resumed their torment of her, seeming more enthusiastic than before. She wondered just how long she'd be able to hold it in, and how she'd get home should she fail.