Pussy Plaything

Naked, bound to the rafters above by my arms and legs, I let out a soft gasp. I know without looking, my legs spread wide, my shaved mound the lowest hanging part of my body, what they were likely staring at. Looking me straight in the eye, she held tightly to my chin, squeezing it, a mischievous look aimed right at me. Helpless to her, I felt my muscles spasm sporadically as I hung before her, my mind seemingly loving every moment, a naughty smile forming on her face, pulling a whipped spray can out, spriting my nose with it. I watch, perplexed, as a small cone of the fluffy stuff landed on my nose.

I shot her a confused look, and she giggled tossing the spay can to someone else, and I moaned as she placed a hand around my neck, "But first, they get to have you... but then you like being had, don't you, ?", she paused, and I nodded back, letting out a gasp as her hand casually tightened, ever so slowly, around my neck. I orgasmed hard then, my arousal spiking, which rose even higher as she fingers my shaved mound, rubbing several fingers in and out. I heard several members of the crowd laugh at the sight, my reflection in the glass letting me see my cheeks, no my face, was turning a deep reddish hue as she choked me out. I cried out, load as the ballgag would allow, as I was made to orgasm before them, my thoughts by now a fog of desire. I cried out, which sounded more akin to a grunt as she played with me, and just then I noticed several members of the group walking forward, circling me. I soon felt a hand brush my hair back, his strong fingers remarkably light on me.

She leaned forward and, much to my surprise, bit into the whipped cream she pooled on my nose, and just then I felt a guy grabbing me from behind, a hand on my side, another cupping my breast. I swayed slightly as he pulled me back, my helpless body swaying on its bonds. I gasp, feeling his cock rubbing along my shaved mound, and the crowd cheered at the sight, clearly able to see what he was after.

I gasp as she released her hold on my neck, followed swiftly by his cock pounding deep into my shaved pussy with a squelch. I cried out in pleasure and desire, my thoughts nothing but a confused mess, with only a desire for more all that I could ascertain. I cried out, loud as the ballgag would allow, as his cock plunged into the depths of my pussy. My back arched, not that it changed much, as his cock ramm-rodded itself forcefully deep into me. I climaxed just then, his hand finding my throat, **** me to their cheers and jeers. I bought a glimpse, in my reflection, of my cheeks a deep shade of red, the parent's son behind me, roughly pounding me, his cock being harshly rammed into my pussy.

Hanging from my bond, I was helpless before him, my mind awash in desire. moaned aloud, my orgasms growing more powerful with each thrust of his cock into my exposed, helpless form. he paused between thrusts, each time rough and swift. I cried out, feeling pleasure and even some pain, but I cared only that he keep at it. I knew he was using and abusing me, but in my fogged mind, all that mattered was subservience. My muscles spasmed in their bond, loving every moment I was taken for his own plaything. His grip on my throat tightened, and I loved it, craved it. My cries, rough and primal, were as loud as I could make them, the crowd loving the sight. I gasp as hands roamed across me, grabbing my arms, legs, and cheek, running through my hair, groping and pinching me

my cries were sharp, the crowd clearly enjoying the sight, as I was pounded before them. I cared not how long it lasted, my mind lost by now in a sea of pleasure, knowing vaguely I was being used and abused, and choosing all the same to want nothing else. His speed increased then, his grip tightened on my neck, and I cried, knowing I was helpless to him, but I cared not. He cared solely for his pleasure, but I cared not. I only sought to serve, to be his. His speed increased to a jackhammer, my body swaying forward and back with each thrust. I felt myself orgasm hard, again and again, and finally climaxing as his load exploded deep inside me, followed by more as his grip on my neck relaxed off. I managed not to cough, my raspy breaths harsh to my ears, my face slowly gaining colour. He released it all into my willing, helpless form before letting go and backing off, "Good Whore", he stated with a chuckle, putting his outfit together.

The ballgag was removed, and a funnel was placed in my mouth. She cackled next to me as a liquid was our in. Helpless, I could only drink, my mind not processing what it was, taking in a breath through my mouth. They lighted as I took it. it did not last long, though neither did it. Once it was off, she grabbed a hand of my chinn tightly in her hand, her left hand casually running through my hair. Her face inches from mine, "So, submissive Whore, do you think you're worthy of sleeping inside tonight?"

Gasping, my eyes wide, mind reeled, caught off gaur by the question, or the fact it was even being asked of me. I instinctively turn to face my new master, the young man simply smiling back, clearly happy with his new toy, and clearly waiting for an answer.