Cultivating Lilly Ch. 23

Literotic asexstories – Cultivating Lilly Ch. 23 by Triton4673,Triton4673
IN THIS CHAPTER: Following the ravaging of Lilly’s butthole, the Vatspalt men pamper her like a princess and tell her of the evening’s plans. Lilly is excited to learn of the costume party and of the new outfit she is to wear. Massaging oil over her body, the Vatspalt men slowly place their concubine in a latex suit. Lilly is shocked when introduced to sensory deprivation. Once ready, Lilly is leashed and cuffed before accompanying her men to the party. Lilly is surprised to learn of the party’s theme. Displayed, fondled and paraded around the room, Lilly is finally bound and subjected to a lengthy and very thorough gang bang.

The Swedish words for pussy (fitta, snippa, slidan), cock (kuk), cork (korka) and completely (igen – pronounced eye-yen) are used intentionally. They are not misspellings.

To better illustrate Lilly’s inability to communicate, some words are deliberately misspelled.

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Freshly showered, nude and dripping wet, her men returned to the living room to find Lilly still laying on the sofa. She was coming down from her orgasm, wet fingers fiddling with her flower pedals, slowly grinding her hips into the cushion, when Uncle Lars said, “Okay, honey, playtime is over. It’s time to freshen up.”

Lilly was exhausted and sighed when she turned over, parting her thighs as she came to rest on her back, lest she receive their wrath again. Pouting, she said, “You weren’t very gentle. My bottom still hurts.” Their man-milk oozed from her gaping butthole, pooling into a warm puddle on the cream-colored sofa.

Gustov shrugged and Daddy held his hand out, ignoring her comment. “Let’s get you cleaned up. We are going to a costume party this evening.”

Struggling to stand, Lilly asked, “We are?”

“Yes, honey.”

“But I’m tired.”

Uncle Lars also ignored her. “It’s here at the hotel. So when it’s over, you can come right back to the room and we will put you to bed.”

“Promise?”

Daddy placed a hand over his heart. “I promise.”

“Okay.”

The men led her to her bedroom. One of them had already turned on the shower and the glass cube was shrouded in warm mist. There was more than enough room for all four of them and if they remembered the abuse they showed her on the sofa, it already seemed long forgotten.

Lilly was pampered as if she were something fragile. Her men gently scrubbed her body and washed her hair, taking time to remove the last vestige of any makeup that remained on her face. She raised her arms so Uncle Lars and Gustov could shave her armpits. On his knees in front of her, Daddy deftly swiped a razor over her mons. Bending her over, he gently wedged the shower wand between the folds of her slit, and then to her butthole, flushing any remaining sperm from her body. Going back to work with the razor, he used short strokes around her lower lips, making sure everything down there was silky smooth. For fun, he finger fucked her for a few moments, which made Lilly grin, before shaving her legs. All the attention caused her special place to drool and she requested to be fucked.

Her men declined.

Lilly pouted. “Please.” Then she added, “But not my bottom.”

Seeing her discontent, Uncle Lars kissed her, his tongue lazily exploring her mouth for a few moments before he left the shower stall. Daddy and Gustov finished bathing her and Lilly thought having two handsome men wrap her in enormous fluffy towels to dry her body was about as close to heaven as she’d ever get.

Gustov led her by the hand to the bedroom where she found Uncle Lars, who was laying her outfit across the bed.

It was a pink latex bodysuit, and as far as Lilly could surmise, it was a one-piece affair that incorporated gloved fingers and even very tall, spindly heels. It also had a fitted mask that would cover her face and around her ears. Two perky latex kitty ears protruded from the top. There was an opening in the back of the mask where her chestnut hair would spill down her shoulders. Large, innocent-looking blue cartoon kitty eyes would hide her own. The cat’s face had a tiny triangle nose with white whiskers that had been sewn into the costume. A Cupie Doll mouth formed a perfect circle. Next to the outfit sat a pink box.

“Oh my,” she said. “It’s super cute!” Her special place stirred. “I get to go to the party as a kitty! Yay!” Hopping up and down to show her appreciation, her breasts swayed heavily. The men took notice, which made her happy.

“Sush, honey,” Uncle Lars said. “Stand still.” He went into the box but was careful to keep the contents hidden, save for a pink plastic bottle. Squeezing a large dollop into his palm, he did the same for Gustov and Daddy. Lilly purred as they massaged the viscous fluid all over her body. They even rubbed the oil on her face and Gustov spent considerable time working it over her tits, using his fingers to twirl her nipples into hardened buds. Daddy applied the oil over her special place before working his strong fingers deeply inside her cleft. Uncle Lars attended to her bottom, using two fingers to lubricate her rectum.

“Be careful,” she said to him. “It still hurts.”

“No sass talking, Lilly,” Daddy warned, “Or I will be forced to…attend…to your cunt again.” To make his point, he twisted his hand and pushed.

Lilly mewed; going up on her toes to reduce the pressure. Instantly bowing her head, she said, “Yes, sir.”

She stood still, watching quietly as her men worked. It took all three of them to fit her into the garment. They began by slowly sliding one leg over her slick skin, gently tugging and pulling until her foot seated into the shoe. Because the heel was so tall, it was awkward for her to stand, so she held onto the bedpost while they worked to get her other leg into the suit.

With both legs in the suit up to her knees, Daddy and Uncle Lars deftly tugged the latex up her thighs. The garment fit like a second skin and it made her long, slender legs look giraffe-like. Her pale skin, now with a sexy pink hue, showed beneath the tightly stretched latex. Getting the costume over her bottom and hips – despite how narrow they were – took another several minutes; the men sliding their hands between the suit and her slick skin to stretch it over her curves.

With the suit now at her waist, Uncle Lars knelt in front of her and used his fingers to shove the rubber deeply inside the oiled groove of her femininity. “We want to make sure everyone can see your pussy.”

“Yes, sir.” Lilly never thought she would be in a place in her life where she was excited to show off her special place to strangers, but here she was. It warmed her heart that the Vatspalts had given her the confidence she needed.

Gustov said, “Bend over, sweetheart.” He lightly patted her bottom, then searched the box.

Lilly complied, bending easily at the waist and placing her palms flat on the ground. She giggled when Gustov pushed his finger through a small hole in the suit’s rear end. Wiggling it to align with her butthole, Lilly gasped as he inserted an anal plug. It wasn’t the large, cock-shaped device she’d been forced to wear at the lingerie store. This one was more comfortable and fit like the toy she wore at home, with a small, rounded tip, a broad midsection, and a narrow end that her butthole cinched around, which would prevent it from easily dislodging.

The appliance filled her nicely and Gustov had applied a generous amount of lube so that it slid in easily. When she stood and turned, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. “What’s that?”

Her men were smiling. “Take a look,” said Gustov, stepping aside. Lilly saw her reflection in the closet mirror and turned. A fluffy white tail, about two feet long, hung from her shiny pink ass. She cooed. It looked completely adorable and when she shimmied her hips, the tail wagged seductively. Inside her butthole, the plug moved, which felt good.

“Oh my goodness! It’s positively adorable!”

Uncle Lars was smiling. “We’re glad you like it, honey.”

“I do, I do, I do!” She threw her arms around him and the other two men joined the embrace. Their stiff cocks pressed against her legs.

The heels were perilously tall and she actually stood taller than Daddy and Gustov. Uncle Lars, with his Viking build was still taller and he took the liberty of doing her hair while Daddy and Gustov continued to fit her into the suit. The arms were the most difficult because it took so much time to slip her fingers into the gloves. The oil on her body made the rubber suck to her skin; her areolas and nipples were visible. Lower still, Daddy had done a good job; the rounded contours of her cunt were also clearly displayed.

While Uncle Lars pulled her hair into two high pigtails that he secured with pink bows, Daddy and Gustov tugged the garment over her shoulders. Which only left the hood to be fitted.

Uncle Lars held her hair back and Daddy pulled the garment over her face and fit it around her ears. Although her vision was severely limited, Lilly discovered she could see through small fabric screens that made up the kitty’s eyes. She could breathe through the two little holes where the nose was, but the mouth was weird.

As her men tugged the mask over her head, a round rubber circle pressed uncomfortably against her mouth. Daddy came around to look at her and said, “Your lips go around that little rubber thingy in there, honey.” Then he pressed the kitty’s mouth with the palm of his hand. Inside the mask, the rubber gasket pushed against her face, pinching her lips between it, her teeth and her gums.

“Ow!”

“Shush, baby,” Daddy said. “Just open your lips into an O and you’ll find it fits.”

Lilly obeyed and the rubber gasket seated perfectly behind her lips. Resting comfortably against her upper and lower gums, it was stiff enough to prevent her from fully closing her mouth. A little curved tray lay over her lower teeth, which she could rest her tongue on. Working her jaw, she also realized that the mask was tight enough that she was unable to dislodge the appliance. With it in place, it was not possible to speak clearly and she had to continually slurp her spit to keep it from oozing out of the kitty’s mouth. When she tried to speak, she couldn’t enunciate and everything sounded hollow. The little device was crippling in its devious simplicity.

And then she couldn’t hear anything and her breath caught. It was like her ears suddenly turned off.

“Whah hoppeninah?”

“It’s okay, honey. It’s okay. Don’t be afraid,” said Gustov. “The suit has noise-canceling earpieces.” She turned to see he was speaking into his phone. His soothing voice was crystal clear in her ears. She had similar headphones that she listened to music with. “The headphones hook up wirelessly so you can hear us. And then, when I tap the screen, your world goes quiet.” All three of her men were smiling and everything went silent again.

In her ears, all she could hear was her own heavy breathing, punctuated by definitive slurps. She could see Uncle Lars was speaking, but to Lilly it was only a distant, sonorous, murmur.

She tried to say something and it came out as nothing more than a loud, guttural grunt. She slurped to keep the spit from coming out of her mouth. The inability to clearly communicate, combined with the constant slurping, was humiliating. Trying to tell them this resulted in a lick of drool falling from her mouth and onto her breasts.

She felt Uncle Lars’ hand at the small of her back and then he slowly zipped the kitty suit up, all the way to her neck. It pinched around her frame, like a corset, cinching tightly above her hips and elevating her breasts. Over the suit, Gustov manipulated her soft mounds so that her upturned nipples were properly displayed.

“Hands, please, Lilly,” said Uncle Lars. “Behind your back.” He was holding a pink set of leather cuffs he’d removed from the box.

Bowing her head, Lilly placed her hands behind her back so that he could bind her wrists. Drool flowed from her mouth, further coating her tits. Latching the cuffs together with a metal clip, he cooed, “That’s our Good Girl.”

She could only nod because she had to slurp her spit. She found that if she raised her chin a little, it kept the slobber from drooling out of her mouth. Raising her head also allowed Gustov to worm his finger into a small hole sewn into the costume at the base of Lilly’s neck. He hooked her choker and pulled the Vatspalt family charm and metal ring free. Smiling, Uncle Lars clicked the pink leather leash into place. Daddy attached similar cuffs around her ankles but didn’t clip them together.

“We have to finish getting ready,” Gustov said as Uncle Lars looped the leash around the bedpost. “You wait here.” And then her world went silent again. Through the cartoon kitty eyes, Lilly watched their firm, round, bottoms exit her bedroom and she slurped.

In only a few minutes, she began to sweat. Fortunately, the hood was tight enough that it prevented any from dripping into her eyes. She slowed her breathing, forcing herself to relax. She could hear her heart beating in her ears and as she calmed down, the beats came more slowly. The suit was embracing and, to a certain extent, comforting. With her breasts and pussy clearly visible beneath the tightly stretched material, she felt incredibly exposed. But the rubber mask was a bit thicker, keeping her face completely hidden, which added some level of comfort.

With her hands bound and her leash tied to the bedpost, she could do nothing, really, but look at herself in the mirror. What stared back was the sexiest kitty-creature she’d ever seen. The cinched waist accentuated her otherwise modest hips, and she looked nearly voluptuous. The downside to this was that it wasn’t particularly easy to inhale. But after some practice, she realized if she concentrated on expanding her lungs, and sucked her tummy in at the same time, it was easier. A benefit to this breathing technique was that when she inhaled, her tits were pushed upward.

Her special place stirred and she opened her legs, watching the little bubbles of her froth mingle with the oil. Slowly taking a seat on the edge of the bed, the plug plunged deeper up her asshole and the tail made sitting uncomfortable. Standing slightly, she swayed her hips to swing the kitty tail from beneath her butt, before sitting down again, which was accompanied by a soft moan. The fluffy tail now lay along her hip.

Tapping her foot, the plug moved and the latex pulled against her clit. She let out another moan, which filled her ears. Lilly rotated her hips in a circular motion and within only a few seconds, the eddies of an orgasm were emanating from her button. Watching the kitty masturbate was an odd and deeply gratifying experience. Lilly knew who hid behind the costume, but the creature staring back was something else entirely. She was on the verge of coming when her men returned. They were dressed in stylish suits and she wanted them badly.

Always perceptive, her men knew what she was up to and Gustov said, “Not now, Lilly.”

“No coming,” said Daddy. “Or we won’t take you to the party.”

She tried to say something but only a nonsensical noise came from the circle of her mouth. Drool spilled on her tits, then she nodded her acquiescence.

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The heels were hard to stand in but they were even more difficult to walk in. She was used to being barefoot, wearing sneakers or flip flops. When Uncle Lars took her leash, she nearly fell over. “We’ll walk slowly, honey,” he said.

Her men wore stylish black leather masks over their eyes that complimented their dark suits. Daddy and Gustov took up positions on each side while Uncle Lars walked in front of her, the leash dangling loosely from his hand. As she found her balance, Lilly’s gait grew longer and she actually felt feline as she strode down the walkway, across the hotel’s sprawling property. They passed other guests and received several approving nods and even a few verbal compliments. Lilly felt beautiful, and she swished her hips. The tail swung and the plug shifted and she slurped inelegantly to keep the drool off her tits.

They strolled past an enormous pool, through a garden area that was surrounded by grape vines, and came to a large, modern building. Uncle Lars opened the door and Lilly realized they were in the hotel’s ballroom area. Turning a corner, they came to an open area with a table. Two attractive young men were seated behind it and Daddy said to one of them, “Vatspalt, party of three, one kitty.”

Both seated men looked Lilly over from head to toe, stopping to take in the view of her slobbering cunt. She wanted to smile at them but could only suck in her spit. She was thankful they couldn’t see her face.

Flipping through a box, one of the valets produced what resembled a credit card. It was pink and Lilly read VATSPALT on its face. And below the name, it read:

KITTY #14 STATUS: OBC, BNSA, OA, VA, AU, NCR, HCKA

She wondered what all the letters meant but didn’t have the ability to ask. So she stood there and slurped. Doing so caused her breasts to hitch and the attendants smiled.

Daddy affixed the card to the metal hook her leash was connected to and Uncle Lars led them through a set of closed double doors. The room was dark, lit with spotlights of various colors. Despite her limited view, she could see the room was crowded with people. A sign projected on one wall read: KITTIES AND COLTS COSTUME GALA, NAPA. A string quartet softly played classical music. There were multiple seating arrangements around the room and all had what appeared to be an odd-looking table at the center of each.

As she took in more of the crowd, Lilly realized there were three types of partygoers: ‘Human’ men and women that were dressed and wearing eye masks, similar to what her men were wearing. These partygoers all held leashes and at the end of each was a pink kitty or a blue colt.

The colt costumes included thick, upturned, dildos over the crotch. They were blue and laced with robust veins. Pert horse ears sewn into the face masks and light blue manes were sewn down their backs. Huge, innocent-looking doe eyes made the colts look like cartoons. Some of the colts had blue fluffy tails, while others didn’t. It was the same for the kitties and Lilly couldn’t determine why.

All of the kitties and colts were leashed and being led around the space by their human caretakers. The kitties were generally thin and long-limbed, with flat tummies and round bottoms, although their breasts were different sizes; varying from nearly flat, to perky and athletic, to large (like Lilly’s). The colts all adhered to a more common build: Lean, muscular and tall, with broad chests and narrow waists. Kitty or colt, Lilly liked what she saw. She was honored to also be considered such a beautiful creature.

There were several stations where delicious food was being served. While her men enjoyed themselves, she was not permitted to eat. She didn’t realize she was hungry until she saw the food and determined she’d had nothing to eat since lunch, more than nine hours earlier. She was permitted sips of water but the oral appliance made it impossible to work her mouth properly, so food was out of the question. But then she wondered if she would look as sexy as she did if her tummy was full of steak and mashed potatoes. As always, the Vatspalts placed her concerns at the top of their list of priorities and she was thankful.

Her men took her around to meet many of the attendees. Whenever she was introduced, the kitties would curtsy and the colts would bow. The new acquaintance would first look at the card hung on her neck. Many nodded appreciatively and commented to her men on their kitty’s stature. “Noble, regal, impeccable” were words she thought they said. It was difficult to be certain because her headphones had been silenced. Mostly she inelegantly slurped her spit. At least she wasn’t alone. It seemed as if all the other kitties and colts wore the same appliance in their mouths. Their chests were shiny with their slobber and all had a perfect O for a mouth.

The humiliation was as palpable as her arousal at being displayed to complete strangers. Her men often required she turn in a circle or bend over so the strangers could get a good look at her. The strangers were allowed to touch her as well; frequently running their hands over her breasts and hips and ass. When she bent, one of her men would flip her tail up so that the strangers could inspect her sex. She loved the attention and her pussy throbbed continuously. She made ugly gurgling noises when one woman slipped her hand between Lilly’s thighs and lightly danced her fingers over her rubberized cunt.

At some point the lighting changed in the room and the crowd went quiet. Male attendants, all masked and dressed in tuxedos, came out into the crowd, took the leash of a kitty or a colt and led them away from their human caretakers. Lilly looked at her men for counsel but they ignored her. She was dumbfounded when Gustov handed her leash to an attendant. She didn’t move when he tugged her leash and she was rewarded with a sharp sting on her ass.

Lilly yelped and tried to jump away.

The attendant was carrying a riding crop and he whipped it across her cheeks once more before walking away, yanking her leash. Looking at her men, she was surprised to see them smiling warmly at her. In her ears, Daddy said, “Go with the nice man, Lilly.” She made some noises from her mouth and then stepped quickly away to keep up with the attendant. He ushered her through a set of double doors and looked at her tag.

The valet grinned and said something but her ears were off again. Shrugging her shoulders, she hoped he understood what she meant. If he did, he wasn’t willing to reveal anything, instead leading her down a set of hallways. Eventually, she found herself at the end of a line of other kitties and colts that led to a thick red curtain, which opened periodically. A spotlight shown through it, preventing her from seeing what was on the other side.

One by one, the kitties and colts went through the curtain. As they inched their way closer, her attendant, a man who may have been in his 40s, slowly rubbed his hand over her ass, occasionally pinching it if she didn’t move promptly enough for his liking. He also fiddled with her tail, which made her moan and drool over her tits. With her hands bound, there was nothing she could do to prevent his advances. Mindful of the sting the crop would elicit, she obediently moved with the line.

At last they stood at the curtain. She could hear the tenor of an amplified voice on the other side but couldn’t make out the words. And then the curtain parted and Lilly was blinded by the spotlight as the attendant pulled on her leash and led her into the room. One of her men turned her ears on because now she could suddenly hear clearly.

The mellow voice of the announcer said, “Joining us now is stunning kitty number 14. She’s a 19-year-old college student and is a member of the Vatspalt family. Standing five-feet, nine-inches tall, Kitty 14 weighs 117 pounds, and is a 26D.” Lilly heard applause come from several of the seating areas as she was paraded around the room under the glare of the light. Her emotions were a jumbled mess.

Her face hidden, she enjoyed being displayed and relished the applause. But nibbling at the edge of her arousal was considerable unease about what was going to happen this evening. The announcer continued her introduction.

“Recently a virgin, Kitty 14 was deflowered only a few weeks ago, on December 24th!” There was joy in the announcer’s voice and more applause followed. But Lilly was humiliated that all these strangers knew of her inexperience. “A natural brunette, this sexy feline’s freshly opened cunt is fully shaved and her bio notes she can be shy around strangers.”

Beneath the mask, Lilly’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. Meanwhile, her special place stirred incessantly.

The spotlight made it impossible to see anything in the darkened space. The announcer went on, “According to her tag, Kitty 14 is OBC, BNSA, OA, VA, AU, NCR and HCKA.” More applause came from the dimly lit room.

Her attendant finally stopped at a grouping of furniture with a K14 sign hanging over the oddly shaped table. It was difficult to see and with everyone wearing masks; she didn’t recognize her men in the group. Suddenly Uncle Lars’s smooth voice was in her ears. “I know you’re wondering what all the code letters mean, honey.” She could only nod, not knowing if he saw her response.

“It’s simple,” he said. “OBC – On Birth Control; OA – Oral Acceptable; BNSA – Breast and Nipple Stimulation Acceptable; VA – Vaginal Acceptable; AU – Anal Unacceptable – we thought after our playtime in the room earlier, it would be unkind to put you through that again so soon.”

Her heart was hammering. She nodded emphatically. She was happy her men cared for her so deeply. But she was also very anxious. Eyeing the table, Lilly was quickly coming to a conclusion. Uncle Lars said, “NCR, No Condom Required; HCKA, Human, Colt, Kitty Acceptable.”

Lilly made a guttural grunt and slobber oozed out of the mouthpiece. The announcer said, “Attendant to Kitty 14, based on the code letters, please appropriately display and affix the pet to her restraining device.

Behind the cartoon kitty eyes, Lilly’s went big as she was led to the table. It was wide and padded all the way around, but the center of the table was open, which she knew her breasts were meant to dangle through. Four stout legs had a metal clip at the base of each. Guiding her behind the table, the attendant grabbed her ankle and when she didn’t immediately comply, he swatted her bottom with the crop. She howled and the crowd applauded. The announcer said, “It looks like Kitty 14 is a feisty one!” There was some laughter from the audience.

In her ears, Gustov said, “There is no reason to fight, Lilly.” Trembling at his words, Lilly moaned through the mouthpiece and the attendant pulled her ankle again, this time with more force. Nearly falling over, Lilly leaned against the table for balance, but kept her foot firmly in-place.

Daddy said, “You are our Good Girl, honey.” Her heart was beating a mile a minute but any thought of trying to run was squashed when the attendant finally wrestled control of her ankle and clipped it to the table leg. He was stronger and she was perched on heels that threatened to break her ankle if she fell. He won.

She stilled when she heard Uncle Lars in her ears. “The softness between your legs belongs to me, Lilly, doesn’t it?” Thinking back to their afternoon in the pool house, Lilly nodded and made another gargling noise as drool streamed over her tits. Her special place belonged to Uncle Lars. It also belonged to Daddy and Gustov, and to Momma, Louise, Erik and Cassy.

But it was so much more than their unfettered access to her pussy. They had total control over her physically and emotionally. She felt bonded to them, as a pet might to its owner, and everything in her life had improved since meeting them. Lilly loved them for it. Being controlled offered security and a tremendous amount of pleasure, along with abundant discomfort. Her second family took good care of her. “Then listen to me, Honey,” Uncle Lars continued, “If your special place belongs to me, then you don’t really have a choice, do you?”

He was right, and there was no ability to argue the point. Nodding her head to acknowledge it wasn’t her decision to make, she heard, “If me and Daddy and Gustov want every man in this room to fill your beautiful cunt with their sperm, you will accept it as a matter of obedience. You understand that, don’t you, Good Girl?”

Resisting was a useless endeavor. More importantly, at her core, she felt a deep desire to please her second family. Deeper still, her helplessly bound body being offered to these strangers was exhilarating and arousing. They wanted her.

Until this year, she had been lonely and isolated from life. She felt she was ugly and she knew her tits were disproportionately large. Her pussy was unkept and the dark, hairy triangle at the crux of her thighs was disgusting to look at. She was convinced she’d never be considered attractive. Who would ever want to fuck her? It wasn’t until the Vatspalt’s began to open her eyes, her mind and her legs that she realized how unhappy she had been.

She needed these strangers to have their way with her. The hunger to have them inside her body was ravenous.

Lilly nodded her understanding and slurped her drool. She watched, detached from herself, as Kitty 14 volunteered her other ankle to the attendant’s beckoning hand.

Producing a long pair of gleaming scissors from his jacket, Lilly’s breath caught and she fought against the restraints as the attendant took a firm grasp of her left tit. His fingers finally pinched the latex and her nipple. She yelped at the pain, but it sounded more like a high-pitched howl. Her flesh finally slipped free, leaving only the latex between his fingers. He snipped it with the shears and let the rubber snap back. She yelped again; spittle flinging from her O-mouth.

The attendant wormed his fingers through the hole and took hold of her nipple again, pulling her tit through the opening, making the hole ever-larger, until the glistening white mound hung free and was fully exposed. He made quick work of her right tit and a moment later, it too was free of its latex casing. Her nipples went hard in the cool air and she shivered.

Producing nipple clamps from his jacket pocket, Lilly whimpered as he affixed each one, screwing them down tightly to the strawberry-hued buds. A shiny metal chain hung between them. All he had to do was gently tug it for her to willingly bend over the table’s edge. “That’s a good kitty,” he said while clipping her wrists to the table legs. Her tits hung free and the chain swayed in her eyes, glinting off the spotlight.

The attendant then stepped behind her and Lilly felt him burrowing his fingers into her special place. Grinding his fingers together, he squished her labia free and was left only with the latex. She howled when he allowed the thin rubber to snap back against her femininity. Cold air assaulted her throbbing sex and Lilly trembled as her attendant manipulated her pussy lips to poke through the slit he had created in the costume.

Her spotlight was extinguished and it was impossible to see anything. Across the room, it once again popped on the curtain. Another kitty was led into the room and as the announcer began her introduction, her ears were turned off.

Someone stepped in front of her limited field of view and in another moment, she felt the tip of a cock push through her O-mouth. She gurgled, working her tongue against the thick piece of meat being forced in her mouth. The man took hold of her kitty ears and held her still as he pistoned his hips. His dick was long and it pushed against the back of her throat, causing her to gag.

In her ears, all she heard was the gagging and gurgling, along with her heart pounding, and it was combined with the fast breaths that she tried to catch when his cock wasn’t filling her throat.

Behind her, she felt her tail flipped up and thick fingers massaged her rubber-framed pussy. Moments later, a man rammed his cock fully inside her and as he fucked her, he spanked her bottom.

She yelped with each swat and when the man in her mouth erupted, his sperm shot to the back of her throat. She gagged as she worked, swallowing his essence to the best of her limited ability. Some of his ejaculate seeped from her mouth and landed on the floor in glistening white droplets. He continued fucking her mouth until he softened and that was when the man inside her special place expelled his sperm.

When the man in front of her stepped away, another quickly took his place. He stroked her chin gently and wiggled the tip of his dick against her O-mouth. Slowly circling her lips; it felt as if he were applying pre-cum lipstick. Behind her, she felt the tip of another man’s cock graze her petals. These men coordinated their efforts, pushing themselves inside her at the same time. Thankfully, the man in her mouth wasn’t as long. But the man who had mounted her from behind was extraordinarily large, and she wondered for a moment if it was Gustov. Her cunt stretched around the girth uncomfortably and she could only gurgle her moans as he fucked her.

Their coordination was flawless and a few minutes later, both men simultaneously climaxed. The moment that happened, she knew the man behind her wasn’t Gustov. She had been fucked by her gynecologist more times than she could count and she knew how Gustov finished; how many times he pounded his hips to her bottom as he emptied himself, the sweet little pinch he always applied to her left butt cheek when he withdrew; the way he wiped her sex with his fingers, as if confirming his cum was oozing from her feminine folds. This man, as impressive as his dick was, was not Gustov.

It didn’t occupy her thoughts for long because when they stepped away, two more men were on her. Her ears were suddenly activated and she heard Daddy say, “I know you are wondering how many men will fuck you this evening.” Lilly could only gurgle and nod slightly, given her limited mobility.

The two men inside her erupted and Daddy left her ears on so she could hear their animalistic grunts as they came. The man behind her swatted her fanny and toyed with her tail, the butt plug being withdrawn to its thickest point before being plunged back in her rectum. She heard them laugh before they withdrew their cutlasses.

Left momentarily vacant, Lilly tried to catch her breath, the stranger’s cum drooling freely from her mouth and puddling on the floor. Warm man-milk also flowed down her opened thighs. She heard Daddy say, “It’s hard to see in the light, but I think there are 12 men in front of you and another 15 or so waiting in line to fill your precious little cunt.

“Ah, mah, gah,” was all she could say through her O-mouth before both entrances were filled once again. For an instant, Lilly wondered what God would think of her. Surely He would rejoice at her happiness and the pleasure she provided others.

Then her parents’ faces flashed in her mind’s eye as she was spit-roasted for the third time. Those images were wiped away when she was filled with cum again; a hot jet of it shot down her throat at the same moment another torrent filled her womb. This man was also fiddling with her clit as he fucked her, and as an orgasm shook her core, Daddy continued.

“You’re our Good Girl, Lilly,” he said. “Don’t ever forget that.”

She wouldn’t.

Another skewering took place; her body pressed between two more driving, thrusting men. The man inside her pussy was fat; she could feel his belly rubbing against her ass cheeks as he pistoned into her. The two men slammed into her in opposite rhythm, the table jostling and squeaking beneath her bound body. Her tits swayed heavily and the chain hanging between the nipple clamps made tinkling noises as it knocked against the table frame.

Daddy left her ears on so he could whisper sweet words to her. “We love you so much, honey, and tonight is an extension of our family’s love for you. Your body is meant to be shared. You just needed a little guidance.”

As she was filled again with two hot founts, and then just as quickly mounted by two new strangers, Lilly knew this to be true. The Vatspalts had worked so hard to build her confidence and it was finally paying off. She had given herself over to them and had been rewarded for her acquiescence. She loved herself and she had grown to understand that others loved her as well. She struggled to swallow the load just expelled in her mouth as the cock in her pussy deposited its contents.

She assumed Daddy’s count was correct because at some point she lost track. Two by two she was mounted, fucked and filled; over and over again. Her clit was sometimes diddled and she came several times, although her pleasure was not anyone’s priority. The men just wanted to fondle her sopping, well-used cunt.

She was humbled that these suitors found her suitable to fuck. She never knew life could be so fulfilling.

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When the humans were done with her, her attendant returned. She was completely exhausted and put up no resistance as he unhooked her bindings from the table legs. Groaning as the attendant stood her upright, her back popped and she stretched her arms above her body. Thankfully, she was finished.

She was a glistening, sticky, cum-covered mess. It was all over her costume, in her hair, and it flowed down her when she stood. There were two generous puddles of it on the floor. She was breathless and out of sorts; watching passively as the attendant covered the gap in the table. She didn’t understand when he gently tugged her leash, turning her in-place. Her ears were turned on and the attendant said, “Sit on the table’s edge, Kitty 14.” For good measure, he swatted her special place with the riding crop.

It stung and Lilly yelped. Immediately sliding her bottom onto the table, the plug dug deeply into her rectum. She moaned and squirmed until the attendant pulled the tail from beneath her body, laying it down the side of her leg. Taking hold of the chain hanging between her tits, she whimpered as the attendant guided her to lay back across the table.

Thighs resting on the flat surface, knees bent over the side, her feet dangled freely. She didn’t resist when he spread her legs and clipped her ankle cuffs to the table, then clipped each wrist as well, placing her in a long-limbed X. Lilly thought back to the party in Lake Tahoe. Her sisters had bound her in the same fashion before all the other partygoers took their turns. That night, however, had been nothing but a training session for this evening. Back then, the men weren’t allowed to fuck her. Everything the Vatspalts did to her held significance.

The glare of the spotlight over her table was blinding and she gargled something incoherent. In her ears, Uncle Lars said, “And now, my Young Maiden, the colts can have a turn.”

Lilly nodded. She desired they be inside her and was about to get her wish. The first colt was led between her open thighs and her ears were turned off. She heard her hollow gasp when he entered her, the thick, blue dildo filling her to the point of discomfort. As his hands were bound behind his back, his human ‘owner’ helped guide the toy inside. The poor colt couldn’t take hold of her thighs the way a normal human lover would, and she watched as the odd man-animal awkwardly fucked her. Drool fell from the colt’s mouth and landed on her tummy.

The line of colts trailed into the darkness and Lilly relaxed on the table; there was nothing to do but wait until each had is turn. This experience was not as intimate as it had been with the human men. The dildos wielded by the colts were substantially larger than any of the cocks she’d been subjected to and she realized it was similar to a strenuous pussy-stretching session with her beloved wine bottle. As with the bottle, her special place was never filled with the satisfying stream of man-milk she desired. As the seventh colt seated himself inside her and began thrusting, she supposed if they did orgasm, their extract was deposited in their costume; perhaps in the dildo itself.

When the ninth colt mounted her, Lilly’s vision was suddenly obscured. A kitty was being helped onto table. The girl’s human ‘owner’ guided her pet’s slender thighs over Lilly’s O-mouth, until Lilly could see only the shiny pink folds of the other kitty’s gaping feminine pleat. It was obvious to Lilly that she wasn’t the only kitty being gang banged this evening.

The human took hold of the chain between Lilly’s tits. “It’s time to clean my pet up,” the human woman said. And she was right; cum leaked from her kitty’s dilated pussy, the sticky drippings splattering Lilly’s face.

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“Tongue out, Kitty 14,” the owner said. To make her point, the woman tugged the chain, causing Lilly’s nipples to turn into needle points of pain. Lilly hissed, nodded, and poked her tongue through her O-mouth. A moment later the other kitty’s cunt was lowered to Lilly’s face.

She lapped to the best of her ability, but the appliance in her mouth, along with her being bound in such a position, prevented Lilly from attending to the other kitty’s pussy as thoroughly as possible. But after a few minutes, the other kitty’s owner must have been satisfied because her pet was helped off the table. Lilly relaxed for a few moments, her vision lost in the bright light illuminating her bound body, swaying to the rhythm of another colt. Soon enough, another kitty was lowered over Lilly’s O-mouth.

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As the night wore on, her ears were turned on and off so her men could share words of encouragement, which she appreciated. Lilly was never sure how many colts took a turn; she stopped counting because she found she didn’t care. She would be bound to this table until her men determined she would be freed.

Several kitties were sent to dip their O-mouths between her thighs, lapping and sucking away the sperm that had previously been deposited. “Grooming,” she heard one human owner say. Lilly enjoyed the softer, gentler, approach she knew only another woman could provide.

When her attendant finally released her, she stood to find her men waiting nearby. They were beaming and their pride in her was obvious. Uncle Lars gently removed the nipple clamps and they helped her – slowly – back to the hotel room.

When she was freed from the costume, her body was shiny with oil and sperm. Her men walked her to the shower where she was allowed to sit on the bench as they attended to the cleansing of her body. Gustov used the shower wand as a douche to flush the sperm from her pussy. They lathered her body with soap and gently scrubbed away the crusting essence. All the while, they told her how proud they were and how beautiful she’d looked under the spotlight. They patted her dry with warm towels and finally led her to the bed.

She was told to mount Gustov and she obeyed, her gaping pussy sliding easily over his excessively large rapier. Uncle Lars gently slid his cock in her asshole as Daddy pushed the purple head of his between her soft lips. Her men came together and it felt amazing. They gently withdrew and quietly departed the bedroom. Being korka igen by her men was deeply satisfying and she felt it was a wonderful way to end the evening. As Lilly drifted off, she wondered what pleasures tomorrow would bring.