Willa Huffner - Bound hooker

They added more ropes around her waist and then tied her thighs, pulling her ass tight against the pole. She was forced to open her mouth. They put a ring inside which opened wider with each turn of a couple of screws. They spread it open so wide that her mouth was grotesquely shaped. It offered a place for a hard cock to satisfy itself. The final touch was a blindfold that was tied in back of the pole to keep her from moving her head.

I felt sorry for her. Many times I needed a good stiff dick and was tied up so I could not get to one. She had to wait until they were ready for her. As beautiful as she was, she would not have to wait for long.

One by one, the women were bound. Some of them were lucky enough to feel a good cock but many were left without satisfaction, only the ache that sits in a woman's pussy when she needs comfort.

All of the other women were now tied. It was my turn. I was both apprehensive and impatient. With the skill these men had shown binding the others, surely they would have something very nice in mind for me. Anything would be alright as long as they didn't use those horrible nettles on me. It took a long time before their marks disappeared from my body.

I didn't resist when they took me to the center of the room and put a long piece of wood across my shoulders and stretched my arms out to the ends of it and my wrists were tied unnecessarily tight. My hands were useless. They hung down.

They connected the ends of the thing to chains from the ceiling. It was raised until I was standing on my toes.

I waited for them to do more to me but they only milled around me, looking at every inch of my stretched body. I wanted to yell at them to use me, but I remained silent. It was difficult because my pussy was growing warm with desire.

I felt like a piece of merchandise about to be auctioned. I didn't care if they sold me for two cents as long as they did it quickly, but they took their sweet time about it. My only hope was that there were a few naked men whose cocks were already pointing to the sky.

I tried to imagine what they would feel like when they buried themselves in one of my holes. It was a mistake because it only made me more anxious to get a cock driven into me.

My pussy and tit rings began to feel very heavy. It was nothing more than my imagination running wild because they were really very light.

After what seemed like hours, they decided to fix more things to me.

Ropes were ties around my ankles and pulled through floor rings. One man on each side began to tighten the ropes, pulling my legs apart and stretching me out. The ropes hurt my ankles but they were not deterred from pulling until I was taut. It was the worst possible position since it left me totally vulnerable. If they wanted to use a whip on my body, I would have no protection and my stretched skin would feel the blows all the more.

Instead of whips, they used feathers. Three men gathered around me with long fluffy feathers. I had never felt them before so I did not know what was in store for me.

The first one touched my side ever so gently. I thought it would drive me crazy until another touched my feet and the third played against my chest and over my stomach. No spot was immune from the tingling sensations. I pulled against the already tight ropes. The pain in my arms and legs was nothing compared to the tickling of the feathers. When one of them found the crease of my ass and moved so slowly down toward my cunt, I though I would have a cum, but it moved away to tease another part of me.

One worked its way up the insides of my thighs until it reached the part I wanted it to touch. It hit only a second and moved down the other leg. I couldn't keep up with the areas that were being affected. Everyplace tickled and tingled but they skipped the essential place. I struggled more fiercely than I had ever before. But never before was I so close to an orgasm and never before did I remain so close to one for so long.

It wasn't until one began playing with my tits, another around my ass, and the third on my cunt, that I had any hope of obtaining release, but much to my chagrin, there was no orgasm only a heightened desire.

I looked for the naked men, hoping that they could not stand it any more than I. I saw them in front of the kneeling girl with the stretched mouth. They were using her instead of me. It made me angry and very disappointed. I needed them. I didn't care that there were still ten others around me, I wanted all of them. Never had I felt so horny.

I didn't notice that the men face fucking the girl were shooting their cum into a jar until I saw a few more men use her. It didn't dawn on me until much later why they did that. My only thoughts at that time were of jealousy and an overpowering desire for a cum.

When they dropped the feathers, one of the men got between my legs and began to use his tongue on me, but he was so gentle and his tongue so light on my clit that an orgasm was still impossible. He did nothing more than hold my emotions on the very edge.

When he finally stopped, another man showed me a huge dildo. He told me that it would be put in one of my holes but I had to choose which one. He said that I would have to wear it for three days. I told him to put it in my rear end. I wanted to keep my pussy free in case a stray cock come by and wanted to use it. He followed my choice and without any delay or ceremony, he shoved it deep inside and strapped it in place around my hips. It was too large for comfort.

When that was done, my legs were released. I had a hard time standing on my feet because the ropes had cut off the circulation for so long. The bar from which I was hanging was lowered slightly.

The jar the men were using to deposit their cum was almost filled. A man held it to my lips. I was stunned. I didn't know what to do. I had a lot of cum in my mouth from time to time, but never like that. To get it over and done with, I opened my mouth to drink. I had a couple of swallows before they took it away.

"Huuuum. 1982! Not a bad year." I said, but none of them appreciated my humor.

They dipped their fingers in the jar and began to smear it around my most sensitive areas, over my face, my tits, on the insides of my thighs, my ass, and certainly around my bald pussy.

One man began to connect my rings, closing the lips of my cunt. The only time I thought about them was when they were closed. They tugged slightly on my cunt.

Another man was pouring the cum into what looked like a bag shaped like a cock. When it was full, he screwed the cap back on. The bag was shoved into my mouth and strapped into place. The material was slightly porous, allowing the cum to seep through.

My legs were tied together around my thighs and ankles. Then the remainder of the cum was poured over my head. I was swimming in it.

One by one, the men departed, leaving us exactly as we were. Only the girl who had sucked so many cocks had her bondage changed. The mouth ring and her blindfold were removed. She was so tired that her head hung on her chest.

I was suffering also but my suffering was altogether different. I could taste cum, I could smell it, I could feel it drying on my cunt, I could feel my cunt rings, the plug in my ass was touching unknown nerves. Everything reminded me of cocks but I could not have one, when I was in such desperate need for one. It would be a long night.

The kneeling girl began to stir. She looked at me. I would have loved to talk to her but the cum filled bag prevented it.

"You're new here, aren't you?" she asked. I nodded that I was. She looked closely at my rings and asked if they hurt.

"I saw a woman here once who had a large iron collar and a real big ring right through her pussy. She had a heavy chain from the collar down to the ring. I want one of those when I get older but my father probably won't let me. Sometimes he can be such a prude. Like now. He won't let anybody stick my cunt but he doesn't mind if they fuck my mouth."