Nathan Silvers - Widow in bondage

Antonella's long, sharp fingernails bit into Karen's nipples as she asked the question and the confused blonde widow knew that she was going to be hurt unless she did as the cruel brunette asked.

She oinked for her, bleating as she guessed a pig would. Antonella smiled her approval and lifted Karen's hands over her head to cuff them securely on the far end of the seesaw. Karen was now locked into place on the metal structure, her weight balanced on the railing beneath her feet.

Antonella felt a wave of lust sizzle through her body as she looked at the helpless blonde bitch strapped to the seesaw. With her arms lifted over her head her tits stood out even higher and more full than usual, and the sharp inward curve of her waist was accentuated. And on the seesaw, all of her orifices were left available while she was completely helpless. The men who worked at the plant, or a few dozen of them anyway, were in for a treat of a lifetime today.

"Do you like your new toy, piggie?" Antonella asked, tickling her cruel nails teasingly over Karen's helpless body. "It's just like a real seesaw, except that we can flip you all the way around. And there's a hinge in the middle we can snap loose if we want to bend you over. And see how your feet are bound together? Well that makes your pink little blonde cunt so much tighter than already is that you and the men are just going to scream. You're probably going to scream a little bit louder."

"What men?" Karen asked, mustering all the courage she could.

"Why, your new co-workers," Antonella answered, looking surprised. "Mark, Wayne, you can bring them in now."

Terror tore through Karen as the words Antonella had spoken began to sink in. She twisted her head to see the door of her office swing open. Mark smiled as the spacious room began to fill with men. Karen was certain she was staring into the face of her own death.

They came in all sizes and ages. Some of them leered openly at her sexy, bound body, others sneaked furtive glances at her as they filed into the room. Some of the men called her names or talked to others about some aspect of her face or body they found interesting while others studied her in lustful silence. Soon the office was filled and Karen could hear dozens more in the hallway outside the room. Had they invited the entire plant to be a part of her degradation?

Karen couldn't believe what was happening.

"I assume you all know who this is," Mark said simply, a path clearing for him as he made his way over to stand next to Antonella. "Most of you hated this blonde bitch's husband for years. I'll bet every man of you who saw this tight-assed whore has had wet-dreams about her. Well, I told you that things were going to be different around here once I took over. Karen here is the first proof of that. You guys can consider yourselves off for the rest of the day, with pay. She'll be here for you from now on, so don't fight over her. Everybody's going to get their turns."

For an instant none of the men spoke. Even seeing the luscious, lithe body of the blonde widow spread helplessly before them they couldn't seem to believe their good luck. A couple of them started to step forward, but when they was that their fellow workers weren't following suit, they held back. Karen wondered if she were going to be saved from the inhuman gang-rape Mark had planned for her.

Then Antonella stepped forward. She grabbed the top of the seesaw and pulled it over, and Karen was sent spinning in tight circles. The sexy brunette let Karen spin around a dozen times, then stopped her again.

Karen was dizzy and felt a little sick to her stomach. Her mouth hung limply open as Antonella clamped her own over it.

"Kiss me, bitch!" Antonella hissed as she speared her tongue deeply into Karen's throat. "Suck on my spit!"

Antonella jammed her hand roughly between Karen's legs, squeezing her fingers between her thighs and scratching them over the fat, pink lips of Karen's cunt. Her other hand twisted in Karen's hair, turning her head so all the men who surrounded them could see the perverse kiss they were sharing. Karen felt her whole body flush with shame, but her pussy began to squirm under Antonella's rough caress.

"Come and get a feel, guys!" Antonella shouted, pulling her mouth off Karen's, turning to stare at the assembled men with fire in her eyes. "You've got to get the stuck-up bitch screaming for cock before you start feeding it to her. Touch her, kiss her, suck her! Make her hot, you stupid bastards!"

"Right," Wayne growled. "First off get her begging for cock, then…"

Mark cut in mildly: "I do think you men ought to get started. Time's wasting, and I'm willing to offer a thousand-dollar bonus to the first man who makes Karen scream her little slut's ass off."

At Mark's words the men surged forward as one, and Antonella had to duck out of their way to avoid being crushed by them. Karen couldn't escape, and she watched through slitted eyes as the men came at her from every direction. There were so many of them, and they all wanted to fuck her. She didn't know how she would ever survive.

Hands closed over her leather-bound tits, and hands squeezed the firm cheeks of her ass. Her hair was wrapped in five or six different hands and her head was pulled first in one direction and then another. A hand stroked the sleek curve of her collared throat. Fingers tickled the sensitive soles of her feet.

Hands played along the plush valley of her stomach and the slender curves of her thighs and the satiny hillocks of her flanks. A hand traced her ripe red lips and a finger twisted her nose this way and that.

Karen opened her mouth to scream, but a pair of hands invaded her mouth before she could and began to stroke her teeth and tongue.

Karen thrashed in her bonds but she was tied so tightly on the seesaw that she barely moved. There were hundreds of hands pawing on her body now, pulling her tender flesh. The tight leather strap was pulled down from over her nipples and fingers immediately went to work on the nubs, twisting and crushing them.

Pain flared from her tits. Other hands were hard at work on the panties Antonella had fitted her with. They were pulled out from her body and the men groaned in a collective burst of lust at their first peek of Karen's pink-lipped, blonde-furred cunt. In an instant a dozen sets of hands fought for position in the tiny valley of her crotch.

"She's so fucking sexy," someone muttered close by her ear. A moment later she felt a tongue in that same ear, slurping over the gentle outer curve before a set of teeth bit hard on the same spot. "You're such a sexy bitch. I've wanted to fuck your creamy ass ever since the first time your old man brought you swinging it in here!"

Karen wanted to cry out to the men, to beg them to stop, but all forms of communication had been robbed from her. Now other men began to fasten their mouths as well as their hands on her body, and Karen screamed in agony. Four or five mouths were locked onto each quivering cheek of her ass. Her nipples were popped into two mouths, and others circled the nipple suckers, biting and licking the bulging flesh of her tits.

Mouths bit into the shuddering flesh of her belly and the sensitive hollows of her arms and knees. Teeth nibbled at her shuddering tanned thighs and slender, shapely arms. Mouth after mouth clamped over her red-streaked lips, and tongue after tongue was forced down her throat. Mouths slobbered over her cheeks and nose and ears and chin. Mouths suckled at her toes and fingers.

"Please…" Karen whimpered in between the penetrating kisses the men were forcing on her. "I can't take this. No woman could survive this."

"Sure you can!" a fat man husked as he clamped his mouth over hers. He smelled of alcohol and tobacco and his tongue was like a fat, stubby worm as it probed inside her sweet mouth. "A nympho cunt like you should be able to go weeks straight without a break!"