Southern bell gone bad - The Club, Part IV

Though my body was rested, my head was still spinning. Everything so far had been madding and wonderful. Two massive men came over and swept me up. Kev followed. What could be next?

Apparently, boots. A slick black plastic, they reminded me of ski boots. But the boots fit like a pair of good skates, snug without impeding circulation. Instead of wheels or blades, they had sort of a rail that slid neatly into slots at the base of a frame.
The tall black frame stood in the center of a black circle on the floor. Once the boots were in place they slid smoothly out until my legs were spread as wide as possible. The men held me upright as I wobbled, unable to balance with my legs so far apart and nothing to hold onto.
Manacles corrected that problem. Sleek metal cables attached to silver cuffs, broad and close fitting on my wrists. The cables slid freely on the frame, rather like track lighting. Once the cuffs were secured on my wrists, they slid up the frame until I was stretched out. After making sure I was totally secured, Kev wandered off.
People were scattered about the huge room as though nothing out of the ordinary were happening. Perhaps for them, but this was without question the most un-ordinary experience ever. A few wandered over. Shivers ran though me as a pair of hands slid in over my sides and cupped my breasts.
People were at a lull, moving slowly, waking up, and nibbling breakfast. Several people began talking with Jake. I could hear them complimenting him on me and asking about my training and responsiveness. He graciously accepted the compliments and told people they would have to test my sensitivity and training themselves.
A small, sleek woman strolled up and pinched my nipple casually. She continued to roll it in between her fingertips as she spoke with Jake. A quick snap summoned her new slave, a stunning red woman with the thickest, straightest black hair I had ever seen. Jake called the woman Helen and asked if her slave was an Indian. Helen nodded and explained the woman was actually a full-blooded Sioux. She was obviously quite fond of her.
A man walked up, looked at me closely and then motioned over a woman. He laid her at my feet and they had a sleepy slow fuck while I watched.
I was all rested and ready and no one was doing anything! I was wet and hot and couldn’t even rub against anything. Two more women came over and stroked the man. Soon he was hard again and he fucked one and ate one while the girl getting fucked ate the last one.
A man excused himself to Helen and slipped in front of me. Helen released my nipple reluctantly. Catching my hips, the man slipped his long, long cock into me. I gasped and shuddered. He thrust rapidly and brought his lips to my breast.
Helen motioned and the beautiful new slave crawled forward and nosed Jake’s jeans zipper. She licked and sucked and rubbed at him through his jeans as Helen and Jake continued to chat. I heard something about dues and the best way to decorate the green room, but was barely able to focus with that hard cock pounding and lips and tongue tugging and sucking at my breast. With a sudden shudder and a few hard thrusts he finished. I hung, vibrating with need. He wiped his wet cock on my thigh and wandered off.
Jake’s zipper was down and his eyes were glazing over as his massive cock disappeared into the slaves’ talented mouth. I could see her labia glistening. I was sure mine must just as wet.
Helen moved back over to me and began tugging at both nipples. I writhed as flashes of pain blurred with the intense pleasure. Large hands stroked my hair and back. I watched as Jake sunk his fingers into pure black hair and thrust aggressively. My hips mimicked his, desire burning me madly.
The snap of a crop over my ass made me gasp and thrust against Helen’s pinching, twiddling, madding fingers. It nipped me again and again over my ass and thighs even biting on the inside of my thighs next to my poor empty pussy. I writhed wildly wrenching myself back and forth in my bonds.
Suddenly it all stopped. Panting and dripping with desire, I watched as my tormenter embraced Helen and bore her to the ground. His gorgeous buttocks clenched as he thrust into her. She clawed at his back and cried encouragement. They rode each other as Jake climaxed into the other slaves’ thick black hair. Her mouth engulfed his heavy balls. I wanted it to be my hair, my mouth.
I writhed feeling phantom fingers stoke my breasts and lips. I moaned, my desire making my head throb. Jake smiled at me he walked over and picked up the crop. He brushed it over my thigh.
“Wait and be good” he said and slid the thin crop handle up into my clenching pussy. He watched the writhing couple at my feet briefly, then strolled over to the bar.
Another man walked over he also looked me over nearly touching me. I strained to brush against his hands. I discovered that like seatbelts, if these restraints retracted they stayed retracted. I was now stretched as far as I could writhing with desire.
The other man turned the head of the girl riding the other girls face and slid his cock into her mouth. Two more men joined in and they broke into couples fucking more energetically now.
The first man strolled over to me. He knelt and licked my cunt. I groaned in relief and pleasure. Slow laps with the flat of his tongue over the length of it. Soon I was trying to wriggle, to get him to slip his tongue inside me. The others fucked and sucked right in front of me.
If only he would lick harder or inside my lips or something. I groaned and writhed as he just kept licking. “Man’s a damn watch!” I thought.
Suddenly Jake walked up. He looked pleased and mellow. Ignoring the man licking me, he took out little nipple clamps hooked together with a dainty chain. I trembled as he clipped them carefully but firmly on my nipples. He played with my breasts a little, then turned to my licker. “Just a minute. Ok?”
The man nodded “It’s time for some fucking anyway”
“Thank god, “ I thought.
But he moved to one of the exhausted couples and mounted a woman who was still sprawled on top of a man and began fucking her sloppy wet cunt.
A golden Adonis strolled up, exchanging a few words with Jake. He was completely naked, but I had no doubt he did not come here as a slave. He moved with grace and arrogance. Blonde head to toe, his hair was nearly the same shade as his skin and looked as soft. His cock hung down from a nest of gold, swinging, long even in its semi hard state.
He walked up and looked me over completely. The touch of his gaze made me wet with desire. He stoked my stretched and needy body. He removed my gag and explored my lips with gentle fingers. No other hands touched or pinched as he moved at his deliberate pace. He slid his finger in and out of my lips, then his thumb, watching me as I sucked greedily. I shuddered as a tiny orgasm darted through me from the intensity of our interaction.
I was totally focused on the touch of his hands and his burning gaze over me. Stroking my legs, he knelt to examine my shaved pussy. His fingers stroked the full length of my cunt lips. Studying my pussy closely, he then slid a finger between my lips, grazing my needy clit. I cried out as a second orgasm shocked though me. He watched me as I came. I could feel my juices slicking the crop handle. These orgasms did not sate my desire, but only made me hornier. My desire was like a starving man who has a few bites of food, it only makes him hungrier for more.
He turned back to his examining. Tugging my shaved lips apart he moved his face close and sniffed delicately. He gently took hold of my cunt lips and rolled them between his fingers. He tugged them apart and slid his tongue between my inner lips, tasting me. I was panting.
Then he touched the tip of his tongue to my clit. No licking, just a single firm press of his tongue. Another orgasm burst through me. I tried to rub myself against his tongue, but I had already stretched to my limit and could move no closer. He drew away and watched closely as I came clutching the crop in my pussy, thighs slick with my juices.
He was smiling now.
He stood, broad grin splitting his beautiful face, and moved behind me. He stoked and gathered my hair, letting fall between his fingers several times. He tugged it gently; marking with his fingers how far it fell done my back. With my head back his measuring fingers traced a line just below my ass. Then he flipped the thick mass over my shoulder to hang heavy on my left breast. It was like the silkiest whip barely touching my excited nipple.
He ran soft hands over my shoulders and down to the small of my back. . From the warmth of his breath on my skin, I knew he was kneeling again. He examined my thighs and calves, probing gently with his thumbs in the backs of my knees and in the meat of my thighs. He traced patterns on the soft skin of my inner thighs.
Then he slid his hands up and cupped my ass cheeks. He squeezed them gently and rubbed his cheeks against mine. Dexterously, he slipped his hand to the base of my ass cheeks and slid thumb and fingers between. He spread my cheeks apart and pinned them open expertly.
He traced a finger between my buttocks and touched my exposed asshole gently. Shudders ran though me. He stroked my anus with a feather touch. I waited, desperate to know what was next.
I was surprised to feel the crop in my pussy move. I glanced around and was shocked to realize a crowd of people was watching me. But none of them had touched the crop. I knew it was my Adonis fucking me with the crop. It had his deliberate pace.
When I had begun to flush and writhe, again on the edge of cumming, he slid it slowly out. I moaned and thrust my breasts at the crowd hoping someone would touch me, fuck me, anything.
Instead I felt the wet knob of the crop push against my helpless asshole. I held my breath and tried not to fight it. By reflex I clamped down, but the crop was small enough it slipped in anyway.
I started groaning as he began gently moving the tip in a circle. I moved as best as I could. Soon my passion was driving me to fuck myself on the crop. As soon as my Adonis noticed my movements he whispered, “Unt-uh” softly and reached under and pinched my cunt lips hard. I cried out and tears came pouring down my face from the sting. I had nearly come from the abrupt stimulation. I moved my cunt away from the pinch, thrusting out my buttocks. “Good” he said, equally softly.
I tried to remain like that, ass thrust out. The crowd was commenting and many had moved for a better view, though none touched me. He held my ass cheeks apart and fucked my helpless asshole with the crop, not touching any other part of me.
He moved the crop back and forth only a few scant inches. He only varied the pattern with gentle up and down motions or circles. I was keyed up beyond belief. I couldn’t see, smell, taste or hear. All I could feel were the tiny movements of that fake cock fucking my ass. I could just feel the motion it and longed to writhe against it. But I held absolutely still, terrified he would stop if I moved.
Involuntary movements made me shake and shudder; I begged to be fucked, by anything or anyone. I concentrated on the sensations rocking my body. I could feel the touch of each individual bead of sweat as it caressed my body. My nipples were so hard they ached and stung.
The slightest touch would send me rocketing, but there was only the subtle stroking of the crop, the motionless touch of his fingers as he pinned me open for all to watch. I felt my climax approach. It hit in a slow wave. The first shudder hit and crop was slipped from me. I came harder and harder. From barely achieving that precious peak and was now helpless in its grip. Writhing, barely moving and came and came and came. It felt like forever before I emerged on the other side, shaken and weak.
The Adonis complimented Jake and smiled at me. He stoked himself as they watched me. I could hardy believe I started feeling horny again. I had cum so hard, but being held motionless, I couldn’t burn off my energy.
Jake knelt and pulled out the fiendish clips he had introduced me to last night. The Adonis watched closely as Jake carefully slipped one over my nether lip and let it slowly close. I moaned as the pain felt so good. He clipped the other one on, releasing it suddenly so it snapped shut. I cried out, but the moment of pain was almost instantly pleasure.
A man with the biggest cock I’ve ever seen walked up next to them. Jake shook hands with him then spoke to me. “This is Martin. He started this club. Now he’s going to fuck you.” People gathered to watch.
Martin walked around me examining me closely. “First thing first.” he muttered. He stood behind me and suddenly I was falling over! The damn art had tipped!
Abruptly I realized I wasn’t falling, I was tipping. The inner circle of this thing moved within the frame. I was now suspended face down, still completely spread-eagled.
Before I could consider the implications of this, a huge cock was stuffed into me. I cried out in shock as an orgasm rocked me. God, I needed that.
He began pushing and pushing and I realized he wasn’t all the way in yet. I let my head hang as far as it would and could see that monster working in and out of my soggy cunt. It wasn’t the steel hardness of Jake cock, but Oh My God it was big!
He worked at stretching my cunt I could see he was holding the chains from the cunt clamps holding my lips spread wide. I groaned and moaned as he shoved in and out of me cock seeming to bunch as he tried to stuff all of it in me. It felt so good, him hammering away at me with that thing. Suddenly, he groaning and clutched any ass. Buckets of come poured over my clit, I tried to fuck back, but his cock was so huge and wedged in so tight it wouldn’t move in me.
I sobbed as he pulled out, I felt stretched and empty and so horny, I was going insane.

“Man, that was good. Have the boys do her for a while & we’ll finish up later.” The group of men who had been outside in the garage, moved forward and around me.