Piñata party

"Let's get her into the air!" One of them men says gleefully, throwing a thick rope over some scaffolding on the ceiling and then making sure it's secure. The cum thief secretary cleans your many hard earned donations off your face and body with her tongue, while someone shoves something that looks like a hook with a butt plug on the end of it up your ass and connects it to the rope overhead. Your eyes grow wide as you start to process what's about to happen to you.

A man with his cock in your ring gag pulls down hard on a rope, causing the anal hook and the knot in your ponytail to pull upwards sharply and painfully. You attempt a muffled scream around the pole in your throat while your entire weight is slowly transferred to your hair and anus, lifting you off the table several inches. The crisscrossing ropes that tightly bind your body cut off circulation to your extremities as they fight against gravity and your intense struggling to keep you helplessly spreadeagled in the air.

The man who just finished hoisting you into the air removes his dick from your windpipe, giving you a gentle spin while the other men move the table under you out of the way. A gurgle of spit and leftover cum falls out of your **** open mouth rather than a scream, tracing a dripping circle below you as you spin around. You're practically in shock from the intense pain in every inch of your body, especially in your hair and ass, barely clinging on to consciousness.

As you slowly spin, you notice just how many of the cruel men are standing around you, laughing and taking pictures of your predicament. You don't recognize a single one of them, but judging from the number of hard cocks scrolling slowly past your vision on repeat, it must be break time in the office or something. They chat with each other happily about sports and work, treating you like a water cooler to gather around.

The men begin playing a game of spinning you until you stop, then which ever one of them is closest to a hole fucks your mouth or pussy for a second, then they spin you again for another round. It's like spin the bottle, only you're the bottle and they're fucking you instead. You want to be grateful that they are fucking your pussy for once, but the hook in your asshole keeping you suspended in the air is far worse than the most violent butt fucking your brother has ever given you.

Someone clamps a chain to both your nipples with a heavy ball hanging off of it, exponentially increasing the pain of your tightly bound tits and adding to the weight as a whole being held up by your hair and asshole. They begin to yank on the dangling chain weight to spin you, as well as to rock you rapidly back and forth between the two cocks that are penetrating you at any given time. You whine helplessly as they play their game and socialize with each other, not even really trying to work up a donation for you.

The secretary kneels under you in the circle, quietly watching the game and sucking off anyone who looks like they are about to actually donate to you. She steals several doses, swallowing them greedily for herself and moving to the next man in line. She ensures you're being tortured with no reward.

You begin turning blue all over as the lack of circulation turns your whole body mercifully numb, while you continue to spin and fuck strangers for what feels like hours. Someone adds clothes pins to pinch random areas of your naked flesh while another pours hot wax in pools on your naked back, but you can't feel hardly anything at all anymore. They occasionally write more graffiti on you, but you can never see what it says. They look like they're running out of fun things to do to you.

Suddenly, break time is apparently over. One man pauses before leaving to jerk himself off on your face while the rest of the crowd disperses to get back to work. He shoots a heavy load across your cheeks and, before you know it, you're alone again; slowly spinning around the office ceiling while your fresh facial drips uselessly to the floor below. You can still see plenty of people, but they've apparently grown bored of you without bothering to take you down.

You bounce once in frustration, causing the weight to jerk your nipples, making you flinch from the resulting increase of pain all over. You nearly pass out again, so you try your best to not to move as you slowly spin to a stop.

You whine pitifully for attention while the busy office continues to ignore you.