Nightime Quagmire

I gasp aloud, feeling someone slapping my ass hard as they pass by, before turning to carry on their own discussions. I hang there helplessly and feel an orgasm course through me casually, even as I hang there, my arms above me, bending slightly forward, forming one half of an arch. With Jill on the other side, her naked body bending in a similar manner, forming the other half.

Hanging there helplessly, I watch as she's being casually grabbed at by one party member, standing and chatting as she stands nearby. She gasps, moaning aloud, her head tilting back as another guest reaches around, fondling her shaved mound. He cackles at her reaction, grabbing her breast with his free hand before kissing a young woman he's with. She holds onto him with her left hand, even as her right reaches out, rubbing up and down Jill's waist.

Jill lets out a gasp as the pair grasps at her as an aphrodisiac for their own pleasures; eventually they move fully to each other, taking their hands off of her and moving on, laughing as they walk along, holding each other tightly.

Just then, one partygoer grabs at my thigh tightly, his grip clenching tightly as he walks by, chatting with some friends. I hardly notice them before someone grabs at my right breast, yanking my attention the other way... just in time to see a woman chatting it up with two men, while rhythmically squeezing me. One of them reaches out while conversing, his hand landing on my breasts. They look and laugh

I gasp, feeling pleasure rush through me, only to find my focus diverted once more as someone rubs a hand along the small of my back. I find myself at the centre of attention, as moments later, a middle-aged man leans against me, posing by me, giving me rabbit ears, while he poses, grabbing me with his free hand.

On and on, I felt myself being grabbed at, from my wrists down to my feet, as I'm bound and gagged, and all the while, without a stitch of clothing on me. Even when I'm not being grasped or leaned on, I notice how I'm being openly looked at, getting stared at, as my nakedness is left on display.

I manage to steal a glance over at Jill, who's also being noticed, her nudity getting about as much attention, and all the while, the fire illuminates us both, the light dancing across my curves tantalisingly, the light/dark ness making it even more arousing than just bright light alone.

As the party goes on, I find myself enjoying it all. Eventually the party settles down a bit, standing and dancing around the fire. That's when I saw my new master walk up, a large smile plastering his face. He landed next to me, looking my nakedness over, scrutinising me tightly before taking a sip of his beverage.

Winking, he whispered, "I have two of you, but if I had to choose, which one shall I spend the night with, hmm? You or Jill?