A literotic sexstories: Fucking a Bound Slut by AnneDrown ,
WARNING: This story contains a scene of bound rape and humiliation. It is fictional only. I wish it was true too.
Jake returned with thick leather bracelets and anklets, as well as a gag-ball. Jake placed the elastic gag-ball around her neck, and affixed the cuffs around her ankles and wrists. He told her everything was just for looks. Deb asked what they were used for, and Jake told her to follow him. Jake showed her four rings and four leather straps in the floor by the main area of the store. He told her to get down on her hands and knees so he could show her quickly. She got down, and Jake locked her hands and feet to the rings. He secured the straps around her forearms and calves, which locked her in the “doggie-style” position. She was bent completely over in the contraption, but getting even more turned on by what she knew this was used for. Fearing Jake might see her wet panties, she asked to be released. Jake laughed at her, and she was shocked, even frightened a bit. She demanded harshly to be let up next. Jake grabbed the gag-ball and put it in her mouth. “The ball is to keep stupid bitches like you from complaining!” he shouted as he slapped her on the ass. Debra fought and struggled against her restraints, but it was of no use. She was mumbling and grunting into the ball, but not with much volume.
“You know Deb, I lied about the store closing. This is a porn shop we never close. I just wanted to lure you here so I could have some fun. Watch closely now. Do you see this little sign? Can you read it? Here I will read it for you. It say 5 cents to feel tits, 10 cents to feel cunt, 25 cents to view movies in the booths, or 50 cents to fuck the whore. When I flip the “open” sign back on, what do you think the guys coming in are going to want? You came here to find something to dress like a whore. Well now you are going to be one, and a 50-cent whore at that. Dan turning 30, huh?. Well I ain’t sending his little whore-wife home to him until she fucks 30. How do you like that?” Dan snarled at her. “Just one more thing cunt, put this on too.” Dan drooled on her as he slid a leather blind fold over her head. “You can’t see or speak, but you are damn sure gonna hear!”
She felt the cold blade of a knife on her ass, and with one quick flip of the blade her panties were cut away exposing her to any person that might walk in. She heard the flick of the light switch, and knew Jake had just turned the sign back on. Her bladder let loose and she pissed on the floor. She felt her urine as it ran past her knees. She was helpless. She couldn’t get away or call for help. She hoped nobody would come in. She was praying Jake would give up and just let her go home. She heard Jake, “Damn I almost forgot to adjust the security cameras for this. I gotta turn the audio sensitivity up also”. She was on video! No, this couldn’t be happening to her. It was a bad dream she would wake up soon.
She heard the sounds of breaks outside the store. Her muscles tightened in fear. “Holy shit, a tour bus! Jackpot!” Jake exclaimed greedily. “He’s only scaring me. He isn’t for real.” Deb thought. She was soon mistaken as she heard a large group of people enter the store. She tried to count the footsteps, the voices, and the sounds. Her mind was racing about how many people were staring at her in this predicament. She heard the movement around her. She could feel their presence, but didn’t know how many. She could feel their eyes as they burned into her naked flesh. She heard the laughter caused by her expense. She was humiliated. She wanted to crawl somewhere and die. She hoped the men would just leave her alone. She felt a hand on her ass, and tried to struggle away. The voice asked, “How much to touch her ass?” Jake told him it was free. She soon felt an unknown number of hands all over her ass. How could this be happening to her?
Deb made no sound, and did not move a muscle. She thought if she acted like a complete dead-fuck, the men would be not bother her. She would not give them the pleasure of knowing her humiliation. She heard the sound of a coin drop into a bucket. “What will it be my tits or my ass”, she thought. She felt hands on her tits. Soon her bra was removed causing her tits to swing beneath her like two pendulums of a grandfather clock. Her heart was pounding. She bit into the ball-gag as tears filled her blindfold. She heard another coin hit the bottom of the bucket. Her pussy was stuffed with fingers. “Hey this whore is wet!” somebody shouted. No, she was not getting excited by this she tried to convince herself. It was remnants of her excitement from before. Her body might be responding to the physical stimuli, but not her mind. She could never enjoy this humiliation. Like rain pounding an old tin roof, Debra heard the sounds of handfuls of change being thrown into the bucket. As she heard the number of coins, her body tensed in preparation of what might happen next. She heard the sounds of what she thought were clothes coming off many, many people. How many people were here? How many men planned on violating her body? How could she ever tell Dan? Would she ever tell Dan, or would she protect him from the knowledge of this night?
She felt the hard thrust of an engorged cock slam into her unprepared cunt. She trashed fighting the best she could against the invading prick behind her. “Ride her, cowboy!” she heard. It was followed by the another guy adding, “I bet he can’t last the eight seconds!” The room was filled with cheers and roars of encouragement. She remembered the video being made of her. Her thoughts ran through her raped mind, “What I must look like. Here I am in the center of a room full of guys getting fucked. Are the guys stroking cocks getting ready for me? How do I look?… How do I look???… Why the fuck I am I worried about how I look. Oh my God, I must look like a filthy whore! This must be a seen of complete deprivation. Wow this guy has a big cock. Oh shit, he is hitting my clit. Damn it, fight it, fight it, fight it….Her orgasm screamed through her no matter how bad she tried to fight it. She did admit to herself it felt good. Still she wanted it to stop. She wanted this over. The guy fucking her felt her pussy muscles clench his pounding cock. He knew she an orgasmed and made sure to do the same inside her. She felt him begin to pulsate in her cunt drenching her walls with cum. He withdrew from her. She felt his semen leak out of her swollen pussy, and run down over her clit. She felt suddenly empty. She wanted to get up, but somewhere in the recesses of her mind she wanted another cock in her. She got another until it came. Followed by another, and another. She came also with every cock that invaded her abused pussy. She leaked cum continually. She heard them shouting out their respected number as they came in her, 5, 6, 7.…..15, 16, and 17. She was so lost in her feelings she lost track of the men. “Was it fifteen already? Damn it, it is half way over!” she thought as she screamed another orgasm in to the ball-gag. She no longer grunted in to the ball with rage, she moaned into it in lust.
Jake saw this, and removed the ball-gag from her mouth. As soon as she could move her jaw she screamed, “Fuck me, pound me, shove a cock in me, cum in me, do your little bound whore!!!” Number eighteen came up behind her, scooped some of the leaking cum from her pussy, and smeared it around her asshole. He pressed the head of his cock to her virgin ass. She was fearful, but told him to do it. She wanted to feel a cock in her ass. He pressed harder and the head popped in. He slowly began to work in and out of her ass until he was fully in her. He fucked her quick depositing a load of his cum in her ass. One man slid between her legs and pulled her down to his cock. After his cock was buried in her, another guy came from behind taking her ass again. She was double-penetrated. She felt absolutely no pain. She was lost again in a sea of ecstasy screaming vulgarities about what she wants done to her. “What number are we on? How many more are left? I don’t want this to end.” she said from behind the blindfold. She heard a woman’s voice comment about how much Deb loved her dicking. “I wonder what else she likes?”
Deb felt the sticky touch of the girl’s anus to her nose. She envisioned the girl must have crawled backwards to her face on her hands and knees. Without being asked Debra stuck her tongue out finding the girls pussy. Debra was sucking and licking away at this unknown girl. She loved the taste and was trying to make this girl cum. She wanted to make her cum. She needed to know she made her cum. Debra kept eating this girl as man after man came up behind and fucked her. One guy would do her ass and cum, and the next would do her pussy and cum. She had so much cum in her she could hold no more. The girl she was eating came, and as quickly as it started everything ended. Debra felt a bit disappointed, but couldn’t figure out why. She heard Jake thank everybody for cumming over tonight. He told somebody, “Here is a copy of the tape with sound like you asked for.” Son-of-a-bitch, she forgot about the tape! He asked the recipient of the tape to get him something off the wall. Debra felt the coldness of hard rubber against her ass. This object was pushed into her ass until it popped in and lodged there. She felt the same at her pussy. She felt stuffed, but oddly it felt nice.
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