--Please do not reproduce this story without permission-- This is a work of fiction intended for adults. It contains graphic sexual depictions, so if you are offended by such material, or if it is against the laws of your area to view it, then please do not read it. All rights are reserved by the author. Any feedback or constructive criticism is welcome; please contact me at: geerling42@yahoo.com Story codes: orgy, gang, oral, anal, bd, scat, bond, humil, toys, F+M+, M+M+ A long way down by A. Geerling When Jacques came in, I quickly joined the line of girls on my knees in the front hall. I had been waiting for him, getting ready in my mind for this, my chance. I would take him better than any of the others and make him finish in my mouth; then he would take me to one of the private rooms, and by the time wefd finished hefd know I was the one for him. I could be that good. For him, I could; I knew it. I had to be. So I joined in the welcoming crew that went down on every man or woman who came to the party. Jacques looked so handsome in his red leather chaps and gloves, the rest of his muscular body naked and oiled to a fine sheen, except for the red bullwhip coiled around his waist. I waited hungrily for my turn on him, cursing the others to give him up, to know their place and wait for another cock to suck. His was going to be mine. I had taken two loads already, one sweet, the other sour, but I knew Jacques' would be like manna from heaven. A glance down the line showed me his full, hard member the tight scrotum hung beneath. I could imagine the sticky ropes of seed that waited for me there. When he chose me, I would be out of here, at last, to a place of my own where I was the queen. I was just allowing the others to prepare him for me, thatfs all. And the hunger between my legs grew ravenous as I watched the other girlsf heads bobbing on him. Jacques laughed and talked with the Door Master, Marcus, while pumping his rod in the throat of one, and then the next. He gave a few appreciative moans and groans here and there, but I could tell he was not impressed. Not yet. He was waiting for me. He moved on to the next one. Just four girls left between him and me. Now three. Hefs mine! But it was that bitch Ashley who got him. Just two girls left, but she, with her staring school-girl eyes and her slow deep-throat, she seduced him, and I had to watch as he went over the edge and emptied his balls in her mouth. A long, slow groan escaped him; he tensed and hissed, and then laughed and whooped like a boy. My heart sank as I watched. A single drop of his cum leaked from her lips and fell on her left nipple - a cheap trick, one I might have even taught her myself. He bent down and licked it from her tit, then took her arm and brought her with him. The look on that bitchfs face was insufferable. I always hated her, with her empty blonde whines and mewls. She was a quick-cummer, and always screamed, but it sounded fake to me. And the insincerity of her kiss was enough to make my stomach churn. But it was Ashley that Jacques took to the private rooms, and not me, and I never even got a chance to show him. I sat there in semi-shock and only numbly complied when another cock was pushed in my face. Then Roland, the Bind-Master, took me to a play table and strapped me down with rubber tubing so that I was bent back over a hump with my head on the table near the edge. My calves and thighs were tied together and my legs spread, leaving me available to all passers-by. Someone started in my pussy and a long black snake of a cock went in my mouth and down my throat. The manfs black, hairy scrotum slapped my face as he fucked my mouth while I was hammered from the other side with equal vigor. I just took it, still searching with my eyes for the way Jacques had gone, where my place had been stolen. I had an evil thought as the one man spurted in my cunt: maybe Jacques would use that bullwhip on her. Just as he could be a kind and loving Master, his dark turns were also famous. He was accomplished with the lash, and maybe he would whip long bleeding welts all over and leave her scarred and ruined for all but a few. I pictured Ashley with her skin in tatters, her face broken and her punctured eyeball leaking down her ruined hole of a nose. Someone felched the cum from my pussy and fed it to me as the long black cock took a break and went to sample someone else. I was let up and tied over the arm of a sofa for another fucking. Two Australian guys took turns on me while I lapped at the pussy of another girl, Michelle, who was tied down on the sofa. I made Mich cum, thinking it was the least I could do for her; she was fitted with a gag and funnel in her mouth and was serving as a toilet for a group of men and women who were sampling wines at a table in the corner. Ifd done toilet duty before, and it was mostly boring, so I figured shefs be grateful for a little attention. The Australians moved on and a huge -breasted black woman in an open-topped bustier and a lubed, vibrating strap-on took their place. The dildo fitted me snugly, and the clitoral stimulators on it tickled my asshole. Once she was set in place she said something to the slave at her side and he knelt to eat out her ass while she fucked me. The vibrator switched on and exploded through my pussy. She started savaging me, just whamming away without a pause, until I thought I was going to break open. Then I started to cum, and I resented it because I was so upset about Jacques, but as the first second and third climaxes ripped through me in under five minutes, I forgot about anything else while my head swam in stars and the black bitch fucked me open. She took her fill after a time: the clock on the wall said it was only fifteen minutes, but I didnft believe it. Some guy was fucking Michelle in front of me, his ass right in my face, but if he wanted me to do anything about it, I was too dazed to move. I was untied and brought over to the wet pit area where a girl was being sprayed down with load after load of cum. Her face was too covered with sperm to see who she was. I helped jerk off and suck off some guys so they could spray her, too, and then a woman grabbed me and made me go down on her for a while. Without much thought I danced rhythmically all over her clit with my tongue and suck two fingers in her to get at her G-spot. She had a few small climaxes and then moved on to fuck someone else. I was alone for a moment. Immediately I went back to the hallway that went to the private rooms, hoping to catch some sign of Jacques. Maybe he was through with bitch-Ashley, maybe he realized what a lousy fuck she was and wanted some real loving. Maybe. I looked around, strained my ears for whip cracks, but all I heard was some guy, probably in his sixties, telling me to come sit on his cock. He was naked on his back on a red pool table, with Simone straddling his face, which was sopping with her cum juices. Hiding my sigh, I went over and climbed on the table, easing myself onto his cock. It was throbbing hard and had a good girth to it, making it easy to squeeze and get a good rhythm going. Simone slopped all over his face, moaning and gyrating her hips while he worked his tongue furiously. Before long he started bucking against my squeezes and rocking to meet my strokes. I felt the heat of his cum spill in me. It felt good, actually, calming after everything else so far. I milked him with my pussy muscles and he rested for a bit, but he stayed hard and soon he was motioning me to continue. We did it, his cum running out of me and gumming up the table. Then Simone turned around so she was facing me and we started kissing. She fondled my breasts while I kept pace on the guy. He licked out her ass, and then he wanted to fuck it, so I got off him and sucked his dick clean. He pushed Simone down on all fours and shoved his cock up her ass. Simone really got into ass-fucking. She licked at my pussy, getting some of the cum out and eating it, but soon she couldnft concentrate and could only hold on while the old guy plowed her hard. I watched her cumming, but then all I could think about was Jacques. It was so unfair. I was the one he liked: he had even said so in front of me. I was the whole reason he came to the party in the first place, to see me again. Thatfs what hefd said that night. There must be a way to find him. The old guy slapped Simonefs ass, pinched and twisted her nipples and clit until she was screaming and then gulping for air. I left them to their pleasures. When I turned back to the hallway, Roland was waiting for me. It seemed I was wanted for something at the Masterfs Throne, the big chair for special purposes. Roland brought me to the thronefs approach where he put me on all fours and bound my thighs mo my ankles with short leads and put my forearms behind my back and wound them together with plastic wrap. My mouth was fitted with a fat penis gag that almost went down my throat so that I could hardly swallow. The front of the gag had a great dildo jutting out of it. Metal clamps with harsh teeth fit on my nipples, a sharp pain that turned into a fiery glow and then a fierce throb. The gag stifled all but the most pathetic of my complaints. Roland led me forward on a leash through a throng of people along the red carpet to the throne. The seat was empty, but the crowd parted and Jacques came forward with Ashley behind. She waddled with some discomfort. Her cheeks were flushed red and sweat beaded across her whole naked body. Red welts evenly striped her back, some bleeding a little. White cum dripped down her legs and the bullwhip followed her like a tail, its handle planted deep in her ass. She carried a jug of brown froth and watery liquid, the results of an enema, no doubt, that was passed on to others and carried away to the toilet. Jacques stood bitch-Ashley in front of the throne, and I felt only a hollow pang of rejection as he spit in her face then licked it off her. Someone pushed me down on my face and a cock abruptly forced its way into my ass. It both hurt and felt wonderful, but neither aspect touched me much as I watched bitch-Ashley sit on the throne, bullwhip still up her ass; Jacques stood on the arms of the throne, straddling he. She took his proud member in her mouth for a vigorous and skillful suck that I knew I would never beat. The man fucking me pushed me forward to the foot of the throne, until my head was forced between bitch-Ashleyfs open legs. The dildo on my gag was for her, my rival, the one I hated most. I pushed it inside her cunt, a cunt wet with his special loving. She moaned around his manhood and received my thrusts with mewls, the phoney voice, as plastic as her tits, raking at my ears. My neck began to cramp up and the fucking in my ass grew stronger. My tits burned and throbbed under the bite of the clamps with each thrust making them swing harder and hurt more. Bitch-Ashley came squealing. She wrapped her legs around my head and pulled me in close until her pussy was right in my face. I could see her swollen clit set and erect from under its hood. Her crinkly blonde pubes were wet with cum, his cum. The man in my ass rammed into me harder still in the throes of orgasm. Then he pulled out and another took his place in my gaping ass. This one finished quickly, but he was replaced by another, and then another. Around us half the party was fucking while the other half watched and masturbated. Ten guys were lined up in a circle, each with his cock in the ass of the man in front of him while taking the cock of the man behind, an oscillating chain of fucking. Several girls were taking guys three at a time in ass cunt and mouth; one girl had both her fists in the rectums of two other guys. Moans and groans and screams filled the house. We were at its center, and Jacques stood at the top, his perfect ass and cock above me, so close, and yet unreachable. Bitch-Ashley kept me close, rocking her hips to grind the dildo, the bullwhip and my face into her. She kept cumming. My neck and tits were screaming for mercy as my ass was filled with load after load. I came and came myself, but each wave of ecstasy only deepened my despair, only made it clearer how much I had lost. I would never get freedom, I would never feel joy. Each drop of cum in my ass proved it more. It was an exquisite agony. If I could have died then it would not have been enough to end my shame. In fact, it would only have made it worse. I wished for an end to my very existence, a complete erasure. Nothing should be as worthless as I was then. And that moment went on and on, and it did not end. Even long after the party is over, it continues. It will continue to my dying day. The End