Campfire Decorations

I watched as my new master led Jil, naked bound and gagged, passed his friends and they cheered. She gasped and moaned, as they slapped her ass and kissed her cheeks. I watched amused before realizing I dare not get separated from the pair and dashed to catch up, my breasts bouncing, ass shaking wildly with each step. I did not get far before his buddies stopped me. I cried out in surprise, though too surprised to resist, as the pairs grabbed my arms ... groping me as his ... friends? family? cheered on.

I felt my arms being grabbed, pulled over my head, and bound tightly together, even as a pitch black ballgag was produced, and placed squarely in my mouth. I hardly got the time to open my mouth before it was placed squarely in place, and I gasped, helpless but submissively, as the pair tightened it down into place. Hard. I moaned, letting out a startled squawk, as the pair laughed. I felt it keenly, my jaw being opened wide, followed soon after by a poke being produced. I gasped, feeling pleasure and surprise fighting for supremacy in my mind, as my bound arms were wrapped around the pole. Not long after, My legs were also bound to the same poke, and with a cheek, I was lifted into open view of the crowd, the pair carrying me before them.

I felt my ass and breasts, along with my cheek and legs, being pinched and slapped as I was carried, naked, bound and helpless, through the path. I moan and gasp, feeling my body hanging from the pole, and find myself finally entering a clearing. In the center was a bonfire, and as I watched, my pole was placed about 8 feet from the flames; close enough for my nudity to be plainly in view, but far enough away not to suffer from it. I managed to look down and see a slot for the pole to be security placed, and they laughed, slapping my ass once more as I hung there, naked, bound and gagged before them.

I looked about and found about 30 faces now, all adults, men and women alike, and many with similar features. I gasped, quickly catching people leaning close, snapping photos next to me, wrapping their arms around my exposed and helpless form, and casually groping and slapping my body in the process. I cried out, moaning as pleasure rose in me, even as, or perhaps because, of how exposed I was.

Hanging from the pole, I looked about, soon catching sight of Jill, handing opposite of the fire, and about the same distance away. His family was posing next to her, and I managed to catch sight of the deep reddish shade her cheeks had become, her eyes wide as they pinched and slapped her. The large gathering carried on, our nakedness on open display before then, the light making it all but impossible not to see us, naked and helpless, before them. It was not long before my ass was a deepish red hue also, though that was more from the regular pinching, slapping, and groping it received as they partied around us.

Seemingly out of nowhere, my new master and keeper emerged, standing before me, a wide smile on his face. In his hands were pieces of string, and as I hung there, helpless, he tied them around my nipples. I moaned, crying out in discomfort and pain as he worked. My nipples, already standing out from my chest, took on a darker shade of pink, as he tied the threads tightly around them. I heard him laugh, my cries growing in volume, the muffled sound getting only increased amusement in response, as he pulled on a string, handing now between my nipples. I felt the tug harshly, pulling on my bound bosom, twisting my nipples slowly as the fabric tightened around them.

He stepped away, but his friend soon returned, standing on either side of me, smiling and laughing as they posed beside me, as I hung like a trophy before them. I swayed slightly from side to side, as one of them goosed my ass, caressing its now overly-sensitive skin, squeezing it tightly in his hand before slapping it hard. I cried out, the moan sounding muffled and distorted by the ballgag, as they smapped a photo of us. The other ran his hand along the cord of cloth, giving it a tug, sending new waves of pleasure and pain, mixing as once through me. His free hand on the small of my back, I watched, gagged and helpless, as his photos were taken, the pair posing around me.

After a bit, they moved away and around to the fire, repeating the same act with Jill, her embarrassment still clear on her face. Not that it changed anything, though. I soon found new had new visitors, playing with me, usually no more than three at once, as they ate and partied; most notable was a greasy hand, catching me by surprise, landing upon my exposed ass. I gasped as he pinched and prodded me, the sound of which becoming sharper as he cocked me or a stunt.

Once the party died down, and the fire slowly became ashes, it was not long before it was doused in water. Soon, it was just Jill, and myself, handing naked, bound and gagged, around the fire pit. Fortunately, we did not have long to wait, As my new master walked up. I let out a gasp and he grabbed me around the waist, playing with the cord tying my nipples together. He chuckled as I gasped out in place and pain, frustrated at never getting even one orgasm off, despite how much pleasure and pain I had endured. As he moved his left hand from my ass to my head, he brushed my hair out of my face, and smiled, "Now, where gall you stay for the night? let you come with me, and sleep under the stars? Maybe keep Jill with me with me also ... for the warmth, of course. Then again, I could lend Jill to my bros. Then again, my family and friends would be surprised, if not amused, to see you still handing hear tomorrow morning .... hmmm.