As she entered, her attention was immediately drawn to the center of the room, where two T-bars stood set in the floor at right angles, their near ends, not quite a meter apart, were joined by a tightly-drawn chain. Several people were in the room, and they all looked up as she entered.
She was very conscious of their inspection, of her nakedness and of the sheen left on her pink skin by the steam.
A slender, well-muscled man stepped forward, grinning beneath a mop of tightly curled black hair. A half-erect penis thrust out from under a three-inch leather belt laced tightly across wide hips.
She allowed herself to be led to the chain between the bars, where she was helped to step up onto a low platform.
A tenderly beautiful fawn-like girl, hair a fine russet cloud, knelt on the platform beside her. The young supple body was completely covered with a net, which lay snugly into every fold and hollow and which quilted all the yielding parts.
This lovely girl took her hand gently. Another girl, twin to the first, knelt on the opposite side, beside the “T,” and took her hand.
They gently pulled cuffs of silken leather over her hands and lashed them snugly around her wrists.
Then they pulled them to the chain and tied them to it, palms back, so that she stood, arms spread slightly beyond her hips, cold steel chain touching her hot mound.
She was very conscious of the many eyes which continued to probe and caress her. The square-faced woman who had led her to this room knelt on the platform before her and smiled wryly.
Suddenly, she felt strong hands stroking the upper slopes of her ass, exploring the curves, pressing, prodding.
The red-haired twins each pulled an ankle, spreading her legs and exposing the tender flesh between her thighs to the continuing exploration.
The strong hands moved up her sides, sending tingles raging along every nerve in her torso.
The hands paused between her shoulder blades and pushed her insistently forward. She could not help but bend at the waist and she fell forward, off balance. She would have fallen if her shoulders had not been caught by the black-haired woman in the caftan who knelt before her.
The short woman’s shoulder moved to support her head.
The strong hands returned to her ass and pressed, prodded and probed at her anal sphincter — not entering, but massaging firmly.
The square-faced woman breathed into her ear, “Soon, Beauty, but not yet. You will be filled. Soon.”
The short woman’s hands grazed her hanging tits, palms up. She arched her back; her nipples reached down, aching to be caressed.
She looked back beneath her swaying tits and watched the twins attach cuffs, of the same soft leather which bound her wrists, to her ankles — and also to her thighs just above her knees.
The black-haired woman lifted a soft black bandanna to her face and snugly tied it as a blindfold over her eyes.
She felt the strong hands move down the outside of her legs.
Her ankles were pulled firmly apart and bound tightly.
When her knees were also bound, she recognized with a burning flush that her legs were tied to a leg on each side, pressed firmly into hot flesh from heel to hip.
The soft skin now lashed against her own was quilted, as if by the netting sheathing the twins.
Her wrists were still bound tightly to the chain and her hands were each pressed, palms up, into yielding flesh. When she extended her fingers she could feel tangled, tightly curled hair covering warm skin and thrusting bone.
A palm was pressed into her right tit and the forearm was bound to her upper arm near the armpit.
The same arrangement was effected on the other side.
She felt a hand pressed firmly into each tit, a wrist bound to each bicep.
Her hands, were equally firmly locked between the nearly rigid chain and the net-quilted abdomens of the two, which she assumed to be the twins.
Like her arms, her legs were tightly bound to her mates.
The woman kneeling at her head leaned forward, and began again to talk softly into her ear.
“He is choosing the strap. He approaches.”
She felt a cool leather belt dragged over her back-thrust ass.
“He wants you to feel the stiffness, the weight of the strap. You do feel it.”
She wiggled her bottom against the moving leather.
“You want it, don’t you?
“You do.”
Abruptly the leather caress ceased and she felt abandoned.
“He raises his arm, ready to wield the strap.”
Then she heard the rush of air as the strap whished to its target. She heard the loud smack, the sharp cry and she felt the flinch of the leg lashed to her right.
The fleece pressed into her right hand jumped and her right tit was squeezed fiercely.
“He raises it again. He chooses his target.”
Smack, cry and flinch, jump and squeeze on the left.
Again, on the right.
Then the left.
He alternated regularly for a time.
She was astonished at the heat and the wetness of her pussy as she was tugged and mauled by the flailing of her yoke-mates.
Her tits ached from the spasmodic grabbing.
The flinching, jumping pubic mounds bound into her hands had moved so much that she could, with just the tips of her longest fingers, feel the wet slits and the increasingly erect clits of the two women who were being beaten so sternly.
The swishing sounds, the gasps and the flinching spasms stopped.
The woman in the caftan spoke again. “Now, he goes to pick another tool.”
She can hear the whimpering on each side, can feel the quilted and pulsing flesh pressed to her bound legs.
“They have been well strapped.
“No, silence, my pet. They have been strapped. They whimper now, but remember, they, like you, my dear, have chosen to be here. They are fulfilling their own desire by submitting to his, to ours.
“Ahh, he has chosen well. Feel this.”
She felt two or three thin rods stroke the insides of her thighs, trace the puffed lines of her cunt and poke her ass-hole. They were drawn over her thrusting ass, and then withdrawn.
“He is smiling, anticipating the effect of the reed bundle. Their butts are so rosy and hot.”
She heard the cruel rush of the cane and the sharp crack and gasp.
Her tit was clawed viciously as the hand bound to it clutched mindlessly.
Then right, then left, then right again.
“Each stroke leaves a brilliant stripe. Now, bridging the twin globes.
“Oh, ah, this time he strikes only the one cheek. It bounces and jiggles.
“He flicks up now, — OHH — That must have bit into her cunt. Did you feel that, my pet?”
Indeed, she had felt it. Not only the jumping dance of the girl on that side, but the tip of the cane bundle had grazed her fingers.
And it happened again on the other side.
She felt it surely must have drawn blood. Her middle finger now rested inside the spasming liquid grooves of the twin women.
“He is now going to pick the cloth, I am sure. Yes. The soft, silken rope. Five bands. They caress so fiercely; they touch so completely. Feel this.”
Again, her ass was stroked and caressed with the newly chosen weapon. This time, soft, clinging cloth. She was weak with anticipation, with stimulation.
She had not been touched, but the flinching dance and the spasming grasping on her tits were driving her higher with each stroke.
“Now his arm is raised. He pauses.”
She felt a strong, cool hand gently, but powerfully, spread her ass cheeks, exposing her anal-ring and her dripping pussy to the cool air and, no doubt, to the close gaze of several of the attendant group.
“He will not hit you. Not yet. That will be withheld until you are on the stone.”
The impact of this soft silk on the tortured flesh was almost silent, and the effect not so violent.
It seemed to her that the girls were anticipating the blows and moving, lifting, to meet and accommodate each one.
Her tits were now being massaged, rather than mauled, and their cunts seemed eager to suck her fingers in deeper.
After several nearly silent blows fell, she felt herself giving over to orgasm, washing over her in wave after wave.
“Yes, dear one, let it go.”
The short woman grasped her hair and pulled back, turning her face up to be kissed.
First on the eyes, then the cheeks, then full on the lips.
The woman’s tongue forced its way between her lips and fenced with her own, then curled up over the ridge and stroked the roof of her mouth.
The woman pulled back and spoke softly, “His cock is so hard. Its head is purple as a plum, the veins bulge like small snakes crawling around that dick-rod.
“Feel it.”
The hot and throbbing tool was laid along the crack between her butt cheeks. She wiggled her ass to try to capture this cock, the balls knocked against her puffed cunt once, but then he pulled away.
He started to slap that stiff cock against her ass, stroking it in rapid rhythm, pounding his meat against and between her twin globes.
Then, again, he stopped abruptly.
She felt a strong thigh press against her ass and realized that a powerful man was fucking the girl lashed to her right leg.
He stroked in forcefully once, pulled slowly out, then sank slowly in again.
As his thigh rolled over her ass cheeks, her anus and her cunt lips as well, were spread open, then pressed closed over and over as he stroked.
The twin was grunting wordlessly with each pounding thrust and gasped loudly as he abruptly pulled completely out.
He switched partners, but still rubbed his thigh against her ass firmly with each stroke.
“He’s about to come. Feel that.
“He cannot hold back.
“Now.”
She felt him stiffen and felt the girl, on her left, thrusting rhythmically back.
“She is sucking him dry. Sucking him off with her cunt.
“They are finished.”
The two on her sides were unbound and led tenderly off the platform.
She felt oddly abandoned, with only the short woman holding her face up to be kissed and licked. She felt a change in the tongue, in the caress.
She was not sure who had replaced the square-faced woman, but she was completely acquiescent and awash with her erotic stimulation.
The hands supporting her shoulders drew her head firmly down, so that she was bent double over the chain, her ass lifted high. First her left, then her right leg was pulled even wider and re-secured. She felt many hands caressing and stroking her legs. Some were large and meaty, some were light and small, all were tender and strong, all were insistent.
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