She began to shudder in orgasm and all the hands gripped her shanks tightly and held her still as the pulsing waves coursed through her.
“Now, he will insert the harness shaft.”
The voice was gentle, male and soft in her ear.
“You will wear it when you kneel on the stone before the Seat.”
Her head was forced fully down, cheeks pressed into her knees. The gentle man held her tightly, arms surrounding her torso and her legs.
She felt many fingers press slowly past first the outer, then the inner, lips of her pussy.
More than two hands assisted in the relaxing and opening of her cunt.
They were withdrawn, one by one, and replaced with a large, hard rod, which seemed to fill her wet and pulsing cunt.
Unlike any dick she had ever felt there, this seemed to have been designed and sized specifically to fill her pliant pussy, stretching every muscle and touching every surface.
She was so well lubricated from her previous orgasms that this massive rod slid in with minimal resistance.
At the end it bulged enormously, and was forced, with the first bit of pain, through her now spasming gash.
Her pussy suddenly slammed shut around the terminal bulge and it pressed against the knot of nerves on the backside of her clitoris.
Her knees were weak, her position made her dizzy and she began to throb.
Her cunt lips were still held open by a terminal projection of the rod.
Waves of pleasure coursed through her body, and the probing hands caressing her seemed to follow — or to lead — the pathways of her orgasm.
She became faint and slumped, overcome, against the now supporting chain.
She was unbound from the chain and led away from the “Ts.” As she walked, she felt a tangle of leather strips hanging from the massive rod crammed into her pussy and dragging on the floor. She was laid on her back on a huge pillow and immediately a woman of about her own height lay on top of her, face to face, tits mashing tits, pussies pressed tightly together, her legs parted by the legs of the woman on top.
As soon as she had accommodated the woman, the woman got off of her — to be immediately replaced by a large man whose bulk completely covered her.
He immediately got off and was replaced by a small woman.
Person after person mounted her and, as soon as she had shifted under them to accommodate their weight, was replaced by the next.
Her wrists was grabbed and she was lifted by them off the pillow and led several steps.
“Hold this.”
She recognized the voice of the small woman. Each of her hands was pressed against a vertical rod, which she grabbed and clung to.
“Now, we will sew the harness.”
Gentle hands reached between her legs and worked to untangle the leather strips. A narrow band was tightened around her waist, cinched above her flaring hips.
She felt a needle being pressed through the cinching band and a sharp, gentle scratching against the skin at the base of her spine as the small woman methodically sewed the harness onto her body.
Two of the narrow straps were pulled tight, rising from the rod plugging her cunt to the band around her waist, just inside the upper hip bones.
Again, the gentle scratching of needles being forced through the soft leather over and over.
A band was sewn around her throat, the needle scratching tenderly at the nape of her neck.
The hollows on the outsides of the muscles framing her throat next felt the sewing.
This gentle scratching continued down her sternum, one juncture just above, and one just below her tits.
Two strips vised her breasts as they were drawn tightly to join at her spine between the lower ridges of her shoulder-blades.
The strips sewn to the front of the waist-band were pulled tightly up to these vises, which were pulled even tighter. Her tits were now fully banded, squeezed from top and bottom and from the outside. The final strip was pulled snugly between the mound of her ass and she shivered as it was sewn to the waistband at the base of her spine. The harness was complete.
The cuffs were removed from her wrists and ankles and replaced with bands — sewn on with the pricking tickle of the needle.
The bands at her wrists were then tied to the strips framing her tits, crushing her hands into the yielding flesh of her breasts.
Her breath came in short gasps as she felt her nipples harden between her fingers and felt her compressed breasts flush hotly to a bright pink.
Throughout all this she was thinking about what the man had said, “You will wear it when you kneel on the stone before the Seat.”
The blindfold was removed and she was pulled down to sit on the T-bar. It was difficult to maintain her balance.
The net-clad russet twins had been wrapped together in their netting, their asses still a throbbing red. Entangled as they were, it was difficult to tell which arm, which leg, belonged to which woman.
Their open, oval faces were both turned to watch her.
The curly headed young man watched her as he slowly stroked his cock into the ass of a wildly permed blonde he had pinned to the floor.
Slack-mouthed, the large soft blonde watched her through wide, moist eyes.
The young man’s hands pressed into the blonde’s soft back, mashing her large breasts into the floor.
His fingers splayed around her ribs to burrow the ballooned flesh of her flattened tits.
Her pillowy ass-cheeks shivered around his long, veined cock as it glided smoothly between them.
Two men quit their mutual sucking and turned to watch her as she sat on the T-bar.
They still stroked each other gently, their cocks glistening.
A pointy-chinned woman lay arched over a table, face up, head hanging off with long, thick black hair rippling to the floor.
Black lashes framed piercing eyes, which cut into the woman on the T-bar.
A black tangle over the cunt was lifted to the lips of a white-haired, bearded man, who licked the black pussy and kneaded the ass while legs waved loosely over his shoulders.
A woman with flaming red hair knelt on top of a table to suck the dick of a thin, brown man who lay flat on his back, his head between the long, well-turned legs of a close-cropped brunette whose Danskin had been pushed aside to allow him access to the dancing cunt.
The woman had also pulled the top of the leotard below small, tight breasts and pinched and pulled at the nipples, while watching a short, muscular man with long blonde hair, pump his thick cock into the red-head’s up-lifted pussy.
Two women, dressed in matching sweaters, lay on a bench and fingered each other’s pussies while passing the uncircumcised dick of a bemused Asian between them.
A tall black man sat and slowly stroked his shaft as he watched her sitting on the T-bar.
Wherever she looked, couples, trios and tangled groups of more fucked, sucked, stroked and poked and still, she was the center of attention.
She sat awkwardly upright, her hands bound to her tits, as the black-haired woman pulled her hair tightly to braid it into a tight cap.
When that was done, a tall man in a black velvet jacket, bound at the waist with a sash and falling almost to his ankles, raised her from her seat. Kindly, gently, he guided her across the floor and out of the sex-filled room.
With a kind voice he described to her in detail what lay in store.
He ordered her to keep her eyes closed and, bound as she was, he led her down a cool hall, her palms pressed forcefully into her softly resistant, heaving breasts.
Her stiff nipples jutted between her fingers and his powerful hands guided her along the passage.
She could hear the echoes of a murmuring crowd ahead. A door swung open and the crowd fell silent.
The mass exhalation of the awestruck assembly tightened her pussy around the hard rod which had been forced into it.
She was guided up a short flight of steps and forced to kneel, heels pressed into yielding buttocks.
“Open your eyes.”
She was kneeling before a stone table which bore characters and ideograms around its edge. Holes drilled through the stone were spaced every half meter around the lip.
The tall man bound a soft black cloth tightly over her eyes and abandoned her there, kneeling naked, bound and blind before the murmuring crowd.
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