Willa Huffner - Bound hooker

A woman met us at the door and she led me off to a side room. She made me lift my dress while she fitted me with a leather belt and a crotch strap. There was a vibrating dildo for each hole. I was almost on the verge of a cum when she pulled my labia through a slit in the crotch piece. The leather was soft but it still pinched me. She made it still worse by putting a clamp on it. "That's to make sure it doesn't slip out."

"But it hurts. Its cutting me."

"No it isn't. It just feels that way. Besides, you're supposed to suffer a little, aren't you?"

"I guess so, but I don't have to like it."

"John is waiting for you. Let your dress down and zipper it."

Before I left the room, she pinned a gold broach to my shoulder strap. I didn't have time to look at it very closely since she was pushing me out the door.

John was standing there waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I were comfortable.

"Not really. Do I have to wear this thing the whole night?"

"Most likely. You'll get use to it in a short while."

"I don't think so. The vibrator is about to make me have an orgasm."

"That's alright provided you don't make any lewd movements while you are having it."

We went into a large ballroom. The first thing that struck me was that all of the women were beautiful. I felt very elegant and proud until I saw them. They ranged in age from late teens to late thirties. Some of them were wearing the same type pin that I had.

"What are these pins for?" I asked John.

"That means you are not private property. Any of the men who want to use you may do so. If they want you to remove your dress, you will not ask any questions or even delay. You will strip it off immediately. Even the women who are not wearing the pins have the right to you."

I quickly checked the room to see how many women were wearing pins. Out of the twenty or so, at least half of them had a pin. One woman, who looked almost forty, was dancing with a young man. She was sobbing. I asked John about her.

"She is wearing the same harness as you but with one exception. The plugs are made of a very course leather and they are rubbing her raw."

"That's awful. How could anyone do that to her?"

"Don't worry. She's a pure masochist. She loves every second of it."

John surprised me by asking me to dance. He was very smooth even if his style was a bit old fashioned. I forgot for a few moments that I had to do anything he wanted. I was enjoying myself immensely when another man cut in on us.

He didn't waste any time putting his hand on my ass. He felt around until he found the strap between my cheeks and began to tug on it. It didn't do anything for me but I was concerned that he would wrinkle my dress.

When I didn't show any response, he took me back to John. We stood there a few minutes watching the others. I wondered when and how the sex part of things would begin. After all, everybody knew that it was going to happen sooner or later.

I didn't have long to wait. A young girl who was taller than most of the men in the crowd, and who had a fantastic shape, was the first one to have her dress removed. She was wearing the same type strap as the rest of the slave girls and she really looked good. She was well tanned without any marks of a bathing suit. She was putting on a show for the rest of us since she was the only one without clothing. She didn't seem to mind. If I had a body like hers, I wouldn't have cared either.

When the girl was taken to another room, John and I followed. Three men, with their cocks already hard and sticking out of leather straps between their legs, were waiting for her.

When she saw them she tried to pull away, but a woman held her until they grabbed her and forced her to the center of the room where they attached her wrists to chains hanging from the ceiling. She was already crying.

"She's been here before. She belongs to the women who was holding her. The women is so jealous of the girl's beauty that she makes life difficult for her."

"Is she paid?"

"In a way the money is put into a trust fund for her. She's too young to handle it herself. The woman is her aunt and between the girl, her mother, and the woman, they made arrangements for the girl to be a slave."

"That's terrible. She's too young to know what she is doing."

"Her mother caught her with two boys. They had her tied up and were taking turns using her mouth. She thought the girl was being raped but she had actually started it with them and told them what to do. She takes after her mother in some ways. The women you saw crying is the girl's mother."

The girl was not spread between floor and ceiling. Her legs were wide apart which is normal for a girl. The men took turns fucking her cunt and gave her a number of orgasms before they stopped.

Next, two other slaves had to lick her cunt clean. They took turns on her and she must have had a couple more cums the way she was wiggling her ass. She acted like she was in the privacy of her own room. She didn't mind being watched.

The mother was stripped of her dress and the strap was removed. Her arms were strapped severely in back of her, her elbows touching. The poor woman was in misery.

She was forced to her knees in back of the girl and one of the men held the girl's ass open and made the woman lick her ass. When she hesitated, they stopped just long enough to put a pair of leather panties on her. I didn't know what that was for until John told me that the panties had been filled with thorns. They were pulled up very tightly and laced in place. Once more the woman was crying.

She knelt in back of the girl and began to lick. The hanging girl moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes. She pushed her hips back harder against the woman's face hoping to have the tongue driven deeper inside.

I was stunned by the action between mother and daughter. I never knew such things existed. John told me that the mother had done everything possible to direct the girl to a conventional path but even after years of treatment, the girl was still interested only in sex. To keep her from falling into the hands of people who may do her physical harm, they decided to give the girl some release from her desires.

The mother was pulled away in a few minutes but I'm sure she would have rather done that then to be in the position in which they put her.

She was made to straddle a wooden bar so that all of her weight was between her legs. It was bad enough to have to sit like that but with the thorns inside of her panties it must have been horrible.

She had her thighs, knees, and ankles strapped tightly together and her hair was knotted and tied to a rope hanging from the ceiling. They put a ball in her mouth and covered it with a leather strap. She was in misery from the very second they put her there.

She had to remain there the rest of the evening. If she liked pain, she was getting it. After they put a blindfold on her, they went to work on the daughter.

The girl was hung by her feet from the ceiling. Of course her legs were spread wide. Only on rare occasions is a woman tied with her legs together. The master always wants easy access to that little love organ unless he or she wants to punish the slave or to use another hole.

Her arms were tied wrists to elbows. Her mouth was at cock level. They tied a dildo around her leg that could be used on her if the mood struck them.

One of the naked men didn't wait to use her face. He stood in front of her and jammed his cock down her throat. He didn't wait for her to suck him, instead he used her mouth as a cunt. I could hear her gulping for air but she made no sounds of protest. He was really ramming into her. His balls were bouncing off of her nose. I saw him stiffen and then pull out of her mouth to let his cum splash on her face. They made a woman of about thirty who was still dressed, kneel down by her and lick the cum off her face. When it was clean, she had to lick the girl's cunt and ass until someone wanted to use her or the girl.