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Becky's Story
by Dim (dimitri69@fastmail.fm)

***

A request from yet another "fan" (still getting used to 
the idea of having "fans" here). Enjoy, Becky. (MF, nc, 
v, bi, tor, bd)

***

So... are you really going to go through with this?

As you walk up the path to the front door of his house, 
you can't help but feel nervous. After all, you've 
never actually met this man. Sure, you've talked with 
him online for months. You've swapped erotic stories 
with him and made wild promises to each other... but 
now, out here in the "real world" of his front porch, 
it's a little more intense.

You'd been promising for a long time that you'd be his 
slave. For as long as you can remember you've been 
turned on by the idea of submitting completely to an 
older man's sexual desires. Something about giving up 
control and letting another person use you however they 
want just gets you off. And you're particularly excited 
by the thought of an older man exploring you for the 
first time, experimenting with you... teaching you 
things about your own young, tight body that you've 
never even imagined.

So now you have your finger on the doorbell. Will you 
push it? Were you serious when you offered to come to 
him, to give yourself to him?

A moment's hesitation... and then you press the button 
and accept whatever fate awaits you tonight.

The door opens and a man greets you. He's handsome in a 
slightly unkempt way. Jeans and a slightly rumpled 
button down shirt, untucked. His feet are bare, which 
adds a strange hint of promise, as if he's already 
begun undressing for you. His blond hair is 
deliberately tousled and just a touch too long. Five 
o'clock shadow darkening an otherwise unmarred face. He 
appears to be in his late thirties or early forties, 
but his smile and his sparkling blue eyes show a 
youthful excitement.

"Becky? I'm Dimitri, please come in." He stands back 
and motions for you to enter. Again, here's an 
opportunity to change your mind. You still haven't gone 
too far to back out...

"Thanks," you say as you step over the threshold.

"God, it's great to finally meet you," he says. His 
voice is deep, slightly "gravelly". It's easy to 
imagine him being commanding, even frightening, should 
he ever raise that voice at you. But for the time being 
his words and mannerisms are disarming and pleasant. 
"Let me get you something. Are you thirsty?"

"Yes, please."

"What would you like," he says, leading you into the 
living room and waving you to the sofa as he continues 
on into the kitchen. "We've got water, soda, juice... 
beer or wine?"

"Water's fine, please. Thank you."

He returns with a bottle of water, which he opens and 
hands to you. He then takes a seat near you on the 
sofa. You sit in silence that way for several minutes, 
drinking your water as he watches you intently. You 
shift uncomfortably, making shy eye contact with him 
briefly before looking away again. You feel yourself 
flushing as his eyes seem to physically move over you. 

Finally he reaches over and takes the water bottle from 
you, setting it on the table and moving closer. Without 
a word he leans in and kisses you passionately. You 
eagerly respond, pressing against his body as he takes 
you into his arms. His kisses are a curious and 
intoxicating mix of soft and hard, sensual and 
passionate. He's not a particularly large man, but his 
age and experience create a kind of presence that seems 
to tower over you. You feel yourself engulfed by him. 
Every physical sensation seems completely new. The 
roughness of the stubble on his cheeks is like an 
electric shock. The firmness of his hands, one on the 
small of your back and the other now tangled in your 
hair, sends chills up and down your spine. Your skin 
tingles.

He stops kissing you and pulls back just enough to look 
into your eyes.

"Becky... you know why you're here? Do you still want 
to do this?"

"Oh yes. Yes I do... I want this," you say, trying to 
pull close to him again and continue kissing. But 
instead he pushes you away, holding you now at arm's 
length, still looking into your eyes. His voice deepens 
again, taking on a serious edge.

"You know what I want to hear," he says.

And here at last is the REAL final chance. A deep 
breath, and then...

"I'm Becky Jo. I'm 23 years old and I want you to have 
me. I'm here to give myself to you."

"Stand in front of me and undress," he says firmly.

So this is how it starts, you think. You will always 
remember this as the exact moment that you crossed the 
line. There will be no turning back after this.

You stand up and begin removing your clothes. You 
dressed simply, anticipating that you'd need to get out 
of them eventually, and so it doesn't take you long. 
You now find yourself standing completely naked in 
front of a man you barely know.

He stares at you admiringly. You've always considered 
yourself to be rather average looking. Former 
boyfriends have been attracted to you, but other women 
always drew their gaze away eventually. So it's a new 
sensation to have a man, particularly one so 
experienced as Dimitri, admiring your body with obvious 
lust. He seems most taken by your large breasts, their 
size accentuated by your petite figure. He also smiles 
to see your clean-shaven sex.

"You know the rules, don't you," he asks. "Tonight you 
belong body and soul to me. You will do anything that I 
tell you to do, no matter what, without question or 
hesitation. Isn't that right, Becky?"

"Yes sir," you answer softly.

He sits back in the sofa and regards you thoughtfully.

"What exactly are you expecting me to use you for 
tonight, sweetheart?"

"Well... um, you can have sex with me... and you—"

"Play with yourself," he interrupts.

"Wh—what?"

"I said play with yourself. Stand right there, spread 
your legs and masturbate for me while you explain what 
sort of things you're expecting me to do to you 
tonight. And for the record, that was both a question 
AND hesitation just now. Do that again and you'll be 
punished."

Your body shudders at his quietly commanding tone and 
the promise of punishment. You reach your right hand 
between your legs and begin to touch and stroke your 
pussy, already wet with excitement. Your other hand 
moves to caress your breasts.

"I want to be your sex slave tonight, sir. I want you 
to use my body however you want. You can touch me and 
fuck me all night long. Anything you want, anything 
that will satisfy you... I'll do it."

"Undress me," he says as he stands up and moves towards 
you. Without a moment's hesitation you begin 
unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it back off of his 
shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Then you 
fall to your knees and unbutton his jeans, pulling them 
down the length of his legs. He steps out of them and 
you toss them back onto the sofa, then reach up and 
slip his boxers down and off. His semi-rigid cock now 
dances directly in front of your face. It's large and 
uncircumcised, something you've never seen before.

"Now, stroke my cock while you play with yourself."

You take his quickly hardening cock into your hand and 
begin to stroke it, the fingers of your other hand 
returning to your soaking pussy.

"How many men have you been with, Becky," he asks.

"Three," you answer.

"Did they all fuck you?"

"Yes, sir." His cock is now almost completely hard, 
responding to your fist pumping up and down it's 
length. It's grown huge and red. You're fascinated 
watching the foreskin move back and forth over the head 
as you stroke it. There's a glint of pre-cum oozing 
from the tip, and though you've never done it before, 
you are tempted to lean in and lick it off.

"Did you like being fucked by them, Becky?"

"Oh... yes," you moan, and you move the fingers between 
your legs faster. Your fingertips circle and rub your 
swollen clit, slick with your own juices. The 
combination of recalling past lovers, speaking about 
them out loud for the first time to another person, and 
submissively kneeling in front of this older, 
experienced man, doing what you're told... it builds up 
quickly. You can feel yourself getting close to orgasm.

Suddenly he moves back from you, taking his cock out of 
your hand and sitting back down on the sofa. He watches 
as you continue to kneel on the floor and play with 
yourself for few more minutes.

"Have you ever cum in front of another person before? 
Ever let someone else watch you as you cum?"

"N- no, sir..."

You're only seconds away now. Two more seconds and 
you'll explode in front of him.

"Stop," he orders. Reluctantly you do as you're told, 
taking your hand from between your legs, your hips 
involuntarily thrusting back and forth in anticipation 
of the orgasm that will now fade away without release. 
You hear yourself whimper softly in frustration.

"You will only ever cum when I give you permission, 
Becky. No matter what is happening or how good 
something feels, you will never, ever cum unless I tell 
you to. Do you understand?"

You nod meekly.

"Good. Don't worry sweetheart, it might happen. 
Eventually. You might get to cum tonight... if you're a 
very good girl. And you'll get to do it front of other 
people for the first time, so that should excite you."

Your heart skips a beat as you realize he said 
'people'... plural.

"There's a speaker phone on that table right there," he 
motions across the room. "There is a list of phone 
numbers on a piece of paper beside it. Go over to it 
and dial the first number on the list."

You stand and walk to the phone. The list has about a 
dozen numbers, most you recognize as local. But a few 
of them are unfamiliar, and at least one appears to be 
long distance. You press the speaker phone button and 
the room fills with the sound of the dial tone. You 
enter the first number on the list and listen as the 
other line begins to ring.

"When someone answers I want you to tell them who you 
are and invite them over. You will offer yourself to 
anyone that answers that phone, just as you've offered 
yourself to me. Understand?"

"Yes sir..."

Finally the other line picks up.

"Hello," a man's voice says.

"Hello. Um, hi... my name... my name is Becky. I'm with 
Dimitri right now. I was wondering... I mean, that is I 
want you to come over and have your way with me. If you 
want to."

There's a moment of silence.

"What sort of 'way' can I have with you, young lady," 
the man asks mockingly.

"Any way you want," you say, looking over at Dimitri 
for confirmation. 

He nods approvingly. "You can do anything you want with 
me, sir."

"Well that's fantastic," he says. "I'd love to come and 
use you, Becky. Thank you very much. I'll be over 
shortly. I just have to gather some things first."

The man hangs up and Dimitri tells you to continue down 
the list, inviting anyone and everyone that answers to 
come over and have their way with you. You do as you're 
told, shaking with excitement and just a touch of fear 
as well.

One of last numbers on the list rings through and a 
woman answers, much to your surprise. When you 
introduce yourself and tell her what you're calling for 
she laughs and talks to someone else in the room with 
her.

"Hey girls, there's a 'Becky' on the phone and she 
wants us all to come over and have our way with her. 
You guys interested," she asks. You hear several female 
voices laughing and talking over each other. They all 
seem to be agreeing.

"Yeah, we'll all be there Becky. Thanks, this is really 
generous of you," she says, giggling. The other women 
in the background burst out laughing at that and then 
she hangs up the phone.

After you've called all the numbers, you turn back into 
the room and stand before Dimitri, your skin now 
flushed as much with embarrassment as with arousal.

"That was very good, baby," he says to you. "Now turn 
around and bend over."

He steps up behind you and you feel the head of his 
cock press up against the tight entrance of your pussy. 
He presses forward, stretching you open and filling 
you. You clench your teeth and moan at the pain. None 
of your boyfriends had been as large as this and you 
feel as though you are being split apart by the thick 
member penetrating you now. He buries himself all the 
way into you and then begins pumping in and out, 
fucking you slowly at first but with increasing speed 
and force. You place your hands on the coffee table in 
front of you and plant your feet as firmly as you can, 
pressing back against him with every thrust he makes. 

Gradually the pain gives way to pleasure as your body 
opens to him. He fucks you hard and fast and you can 
feel his cock swelling, getting even larger as he nears 
his own orgasm. The thought of this man using you like 
this and filling you with his cum turns you on even 
more and once again your body surrenders and the little 
warning tremors of impending climax begin to ripple 
through your sex.

Suddenly he pulls out of you, the waves of nearing 
orgasm recede almost immediately and you sob with 
frustration.

"Suck my cock until I cum," he tells you. "Swallow 
every single drop, Becky, or you'll be punished."

You take his cock into your mouth, tasting yourself on 
him. You've given head before, but never after having 
sex. This is the first time you've tasted your own sex, 
and it's surprisingly sweet. As you move your mouth up 
and down the length of his shaft you realize you've 
also never had a man cum in your mouth. You're 
terrified of what will happen, what it will be like. 
You knew this would happen, of course. One of the 
biggest turn-ons for you in submitting to an older, 
more experienced man is the idea of being made to do 
things you've never done before.

Quickly you feel the head of his cock swell in you 
mouth and you hear his excited groans. Within seconds 
you feel the first pulse of cum burst onto your tongue. 
You struggle to swallow the warm, salty fluid as his 
cock pumps more and more of it into you.

When he's finished he sits back down and tells you to 
continue playing with yourself until the first guest 
arrives.

"Can... may I cum, sir? Please, I'm close..."

"No," he says simply. "Give me a good show but don't 
cum yet."

And so you lie out across the coffee table and proceed 
to touch and play with yourself, letting Dimitri see 
exactly what you do to get yourself off, but not 
allowing yourself to actually cum. It's maddening to 
get so close and have to stop yourself time and time 
again. All the while you have the added stimulation of 
being watched for the first time AND anticipating what 
might happen when other people show up.

And eventually, they do. The doorbell rings and the 
first of the guests begin to arrive. And now you find 
yourself naked and exposed not only to the relative 
stranger with whom you have at least shared an online 
intimacy, but also to the flood of REAL strangers. Now 
you face men and women whom you have never met in any 
way, complete and total strangers who are here solely 
for the purpose of doing things to you. They don't know 
you; they only want to use you. And you will willingly 
submit to whatever they want to use you for.

Once everyone has arrived, Dimitri tells you to go to 
the cabinet across the room and bring him whatever you 
find inside. When you open the cabinet door you see a 
leather cat-o-nine-tails flogger, a whip with multiple 
leather lashes. You feel lightheaded for a second as 
you look at it. 

"Becky," Dimitri says sternly, agitated by your 
hesitation. With shaking hands you reach in and 
retrieve the whip. You bring it back to Dimitri and 
hand it to him. 

"You're going to be used by everyone in this room 
tonight, Becky. And if there is ever any question, from 
anyone, about you being submissive enough... if you 
ever question anyone, or worst of all refuse to do 
anything you're told to do, you WILL be punished. What 
I'm going to do right now is give you a taste of that 
punishment. This will be just a mild hint of what you 
can expect if anyone here is ever dissatisfied or 
disappointed with you in any way."

Everyone gathers around you, eager to see what's about 
to happen.

"I want you to put your hands on the back of your head 
and stand up straight with your legs spread wide open. 
I'm going to whip you, and you will stand still for it 
and not move to get away or cover yourself. Do you 
understand?"

"...yes, sir..." you say with a trembling voice. You 
get into position and close your eyes, bracing for 
what's coming.

"No, keep your eyes open. I want you to look at all of 
these people, to make eye contact while you're being 
whipped. I want you to see the faces of all the people 
you're about to satisfy tonight, and know that what I'm 
doing to you is nothing compared to what they will all 
get to do if you don't satisfy them in every way."

With that you feel the first stroke of the whip across 
your upper back. It stings, but it's not unbearable. 
Still, the embarrassment of standing like this and 
looking into the eyes of strangers, promising them 
silently that you'll do anything to keep them from 
whipping you like this... it's an amazing sensation. 
The next stroke of the whip is harder than the first, 
and the next is harder still. Dimitri covers your 
entire back with stripes of red, and a fine sheen of 
sweat breaks out on your skin. You wince with each blow 
and tremble with the strain of standing still.

And then the whip curls around from behind you, biting 
into your side and stomach. The lashes gradually move 
up the length of your body until the first icy hot snap 
of leather directly on your right breast.

You gasp and clench your teeth, trying not to scream 
and desperately struggling to keep your eyes open and 
focused on the guests. The thongs of the whip seem to 
lick and caress the curved surface of your breasts, 
first one and then the other, ultimately falling onto 
your sensitive erect nipples. Stars burst in your 
vision and you are unable to keep from flinching. You 
involuntarily move your hands down to cover yourself, 
immediately realizing what you've just done.

"Guys, come hold her in position," Dimitri says to the 
crowd. Several men step forward to restrain you. One 
holds your wrists and pulls your arms back up behind 
your head. Two others each take hold of one of your 
ankles and hold your legs apart. And a fourth grabs a 
fistful of your hair and holds you so you're looking at 
the people standing in front of you.

"Remember," Dimitri says, standing before you now and 
swishing the whip casually at his side. "This is a 
gentle sample of what you WILL get if you don't 
behave."

And now he swings the whip up between your legs, 
striking your cleanly shaven pussy hard from 
underneath. The leather strips cover your sex, leaving 
red stripes of pain over the entire outer surface, 
punishing the protuberant lips and making a wet 
snapping sound as they find the moisture of your 
arousal.

The man gripping your hair covers your mouth with his 
other hand as you attempt to scream at the pain of blow 
after blow directed at your swollen vulva. You struggle 
and pull at the men holding you, desperately straining 
to close your legs.

Finally it's finished. The men release you and you 
collapse back onto the sofa, shaking and gasping.

"Alright everyone," Dimitri addresses the crowd. "Young 
Becky here has volunteered for this tonight. In fact 
this was all her idea originally. She's always wanted 
to be used and dominated, and so she has agreed to be 
my slave tonight. And since she's my slave and has 
agreed to do whatever I want, I've decided I want to 
see her used mercilessly by all of you. And so you all 
are invited to do absolutely anything whatsoever that 
you want to do to her. You can use her in any way you 
can imagine. There are absolutely no limits, period. 
There are only two rules I want you all to follow.

"First, she is never, ever to be allowed to cum. No 
matter what you guys do to her I don't want her to ever 
get off tonight."

You whimper again when you here him say that.

"And secondly," he continues, "I want you all to be 
merciless to her. She's young and tender and 
inexperienced, so whatever you do I want you to be as 
brutal and rough and abusive as you can be. She's told 
me that she wants me to teach her everything, to do 
everything I want with her. So your jobs will be to 
make her regret that. I want her to be used more than 
she could ever have imagined."

There are some laughs and even a little applause of 
approval at that. 

And then Dimitri turns you over to them.

Someone grabs your hair and pulls you to your feet, 
dragging you across the room and pushing you down on 
your knees in front of a beautiful young woman.

"This is my friend Liz," the man gripping your hair 
says. "She's curious about other women, but she's never 
had the opportunity to experiment. So I want you to use 
your mouth and make her cum."

Liz starts undressing and for the first time in your 
life you find yourself kneeling before a nude woman, 
your face buried between her smooth legs. She's neatly 
trimmed, not bare like you. She smells musky, but it's 
not unpleasant. You place your hands on her hips and 
move your mouth right up against her. You try and think 
of what you would like if you were in her place. You 
gently kiss her sex, and then push your tongue out, 
lightly licking her outer lips. There's a sharp tang as 
her juices first touch your tongue. Her flavor is 
different from your own, stronger somehow. You push 
your tongue deeper into her and open your mouth to 
engulf her entire pussy. You teach yourself how to suck 
and lick her clit, studying her body's reactions to 
each flick. 

And then your ass is being lifted so that you are now 
on your hands and knees, still licking Liz's pussy as a 
man kneels behind you.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass, sweetie," the 
man asks. Without waiting for an answer he presses his 
cockhead against your tight asshole. You try to 
protest, forgetting for just a second that you're not 
allowed to question or refuse. Fortunately Liz grabs 
your head and holds you against her pussy before you 
can get yourself into more trouble. You continue 
licking and fucking Liz as best you can as you feel the 
thick cock force its way into your virgin ass.

You cry out into the beautiful young woman's pussy as 
the man starts fucking you mercilessly. You can barely 
imagine that this could, with practice and the right 
circumstances be pleasurable. But right now all you 
feel is the pain and humiliation of it. He drives 
himself roughly into you, gripping your hips in his 
hands and holding you in place as he pumps harder and 
harder. You do your best to focus on what you're doing 
with your mouth, but you can't help moaning and 
whimpering at the rough sex, even as you suck on Liz's 
clit.

Finally the man in your ass cums, the hot semen almost 
scalding your insides. Simultaneously Liz starts to 
shudder and twitch, pumping her hips against your face 
as she too cums. Her juices flood over your tongue and 
trickle down your chin.

When they are both finished with you you're grabbed up 
again and moved to the next person without even a 
second to catch your breath.

You lose track of time. You're moved from one person to 
the next, often fucking and sucking two or even three 
people at a time. The men are savage when they fuck 
you, and purposeful when they make you suck their 
cocks. But the women are playful and eager to 
experiment. They are fascinated by finding ways to 
tease you, getting you closer and closer to cumming and 
then stopping at the last second. Many of them have 
brought their own dildos and vibrators, which they 
enthusiastically use on you.

At one point you find yourself being held down as 
several of the women fuck you with vibrators, three or 
four at a time. They fuck your pussy and your ass and 
buzz your clit and nipples, covering your body with the 
most intense sensations you've ever felt. One woman 
leans down to whisper into your ear.

"I'm going to make you cum, Becky. He said you were 
forbidden to cum, so I'm going to force you to cum 
right here in front of everyone. And then you'll have 
to be punished, won't you, baby? Can you imagine that? 
Being whipped again, right here on this table? After 
you cum, I'll ask Dim if *I* can whip you. I'm dying to 
use my own whip on that tight little pussy of yours. 
I'll be absolutely brutal while I'm doing it, too. I 
know exactly how to do it, Becky. I've done it before. 
I know exactly where to whip you to make it hurt the 
most. Does that scare you? All you have to do is not 
cum, sweetie. Just do whatever you have to do to NOT 
cum. But I guarantee it won't work. You WILL cum... and 
I WILL whip you for it."

And so she and her friends spend the next half-hour 
doing everything in their power to fuck, suck and buzz 
you into the most powerful orgasm you've ever had. 
You're being held down, stretched out on the table as 
five women use every trick they know to make you cum 
hard. The woman that spoke to you has covered your 
mouth so you can't tell Dimitri what they're doing. You 
can't beg for them to stop. You can't tell anyone that 
you're trying not to cum... that it's not your fault... 
you can't help it...

And then it's too late. You buck and writhe on the 
table as you finally, finally are allowed to cum. The 
women struggle to hold you down as you thrash and kick 
and scream against the hand covering your mouth. 
There's still a vibrator being held on your clit even 
as fluid gushes and squirts out of your pussy.

"Holy shit," someone says. "She's a squirter!"

The women restrain you as another vibrator is added to 
the one already on you clit. The stimulation is too 
much, the pleasure fading into discomfort, even pain 
now. But they just keep buzzing you. You try to pull 
free, to turn your head so you can beg them to stop, 
tell them it's too much...even as your pussy continues 
to squirt.

Finally they stop and let you go. You roll off the 
table onto your hands and knees and gasp to regain your 
breath. And then you HOLD your breath as Dimitri steps 
up behind you. You know you'll be punished now, and you 
consider telling him it wasn't your fault. But you know 
the punishment will only be worse if you do. 

"Becky, I told you earlier that you were only allowed 
to cum if I gave you express permission, didn't I?"

"Y- yes, sir," you whimper.

"So you'll have to be punished, won't you?"

You don't say anything, but hang your head and nod. 
You're still on your hands and knees, and you try to 
imagine what will happen. You remember what the woman 
said, that she would whip your pussy. That she knows 
how to do it, how to make it hurt.

"However," Dimitri continues, addressing the crowd, 
"Rule number one, about never letting her cum, was 
meant for you guys. Stephanie, I said that YOU were to 
follow the rules too. You were told to tease her, to 
not LET her cum. Instead you MADE her cum, probably in 
the hopes of getting to see her punished for it. Well 
I'm afraid that now YOU will be punished."

He motions and several of the men grab and hold 
Stephanie. She struggles and protests, but they hold 
her fast. They strip her and bend her over the edge of 
the table.

"Put this on," Dimitri says and hands you a large 
flesh-colored strap-on dildo. You're confused at first, 
but quickly take the dildo and use the straps and 
buckles to fasten it to your hips. You've never worn 
one of these before, never actually even seen one in 
person, so it takes a minute to figure it out. Once in 
place you look down in fascination at the sight of the 
large cock sticking out from between your legs. It's 
very realistic, with thick veins and ridges, the head 
fat and discolored.

Dimitri positions you behind Stephanie, still held bent 
over.

"Fuck her ass," he tells you. "This may be the closest 
thing you get tonight to any kind of payback, so I want 
you to make it count. Fuck her as hard as you can, 
Becky."

You step forward until the head of your "cock" presses 
against the other woman's asshole. Taking hold of her 
hips in both hands you take a deep breath and drive 
yourself forward hard, plunging the think shaft deep 
into Stephanie's ass. She screams out in pain, but you 
continue to fuck her. It's the weirdest feeling, 
pumping your hips and knowing that you now have a rigid 
shaft responding to your every thrust. It's strangely 
empowering while also feeling completely alien.

But your thoughts are interrupted by the sharp snap of 
a whip swung upwards between your legs and biting 
directly onto your own tender asshole. You grunt at the 
sudden pain, and drive yourself harder into the woman 
held before you. Dimitri whips you again, timing each 
blow with your forward thrust of the dildo. He's not 
only punishing you, whipping your asshole and, once in 
awhile your pussy, but he's also forcing you to fuck 
Stephanie even harder. She is struggling and whimpering 
enough now that you actually feel guilty. But the whip 
drives you on, so you continue to rape the other woman.

Finally you're allowed to stop. You're sweating and out 
of breath from the unusual exertion. Dimitri gives you 
a bottle of water to drink while there are mumbled 
discussions amongst the crowd of what to do to you 
next.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined 
what they decide.

From a back room someone leads in a large dog, a german 
shepherd. You stare at it, momentarily uncomprehending. 
And slowly you realize what's about to happen. You try 
to stand up, to get off your knees, sure that you will 
finally resist. You don't care what they do to you, 
what punishment you may face... this is too much.

But Dimitri places his firm hand on your shoulder, 
holding you down on your knees. Somehow that small 
moment of dominance leeches the resistance out of you. 
He looks down out at you and you can read it in his 
eyes... "You volunteered for this," they seem to say.

The dog is lead over to the center of the room and put 
up on the coffee table. He stands patiently, as if he 
knows what's about to happen. And maybe he does.

"Becky, you're going to stroke and suck that dog's cock 
until he cums. When he cums I want you to swallow every 
drop. If you miss even a single drop you'll be 
whipped."

You seem to pause, to hesitate. You MEANT to pause, 
certainly. But you've been conditioned too well by 
everything else that's happened tonight, and in reality 
you don't hesitate even a second before moving up 
beside the dog and reaching underneath. You feel his 
soft fur run through your fingers as you fumble around 
until you find the long, sheathed member. The animal's 
cock is covered in what is essentially a large 
foreskin, just like Dimitri's uncircumcised cock. At 
the opening of the sheath the wet, bright pink tip of 
the cock itself is just barely sticking out. You move 
your fingers to it and begin to stroke and pinch it. In 
no time at all the full length has hardened and emerged 
from it's protective sheath, and your hand grips it, 
pumping up and down the length.

You bend down and put your face up underneath the dog, 
watching your fingers slide over the member. It's long, 
but thinner than a man's cock. It's a vivid shade of 
pink, and the entire length glistens with moisture. The 
head doesn't seem to be quite as defined as it is on a 
man's cock, but instead the shaft simply seems to 
thicken significantly towards the tip. 

The dog starts pumping his hips in time with your 
strokes. Without thinking too much about what you're 
doing you lean closer and flick your tongue across the 
tip, tasting the tangy sweetness there. Still pumping 
the shaft with your fist you wrap your lips around the 
head of the cock and begin to suck, rolling your tongue 
around it and bobbing your mouth back and forth. 
Instantly the animal thrusts forward even harder, 
fucking your mouth as best he can. His claws scrabble 
at the table, trying to find purchase to thrust as hard 
as he needs to.

Moments later you feel the base of the shaft swell in 
your grip. It's now even more swollen at the base than 
at the head. As you wonder what that might mean 
suddenly the cock explodes in your mouth. You gag a 
little at the unexpected flood of semen, but you 
quickly recover and milk the animal with your fingers 
and lips, swallowing each burst of cum until he is 
entirely spent.

Afterwards you're given another bottle of water to wash 
the taste from your mouth. You then spend a little 
while using your mouth on another woman while 
simultaneously jacking off two guys. When they finally 
get off you're forced to keep jacking them off while 
they cum onto your face and tits.

And when that's finished, you're told to get on your 
hands and knees in the middle of the room. The dog, now 
recovered enough to go again, is lead behind you. 
Dimitri fits a dog collar around your neck and then 
sits in front of you, gripping the leash attached to 
the collar in his hand. His hard, swollen cock sticks 
straight up in your face, and he uses the leash to pull 
your head forward till you're sucking him. 

And then you feel the dog mount you from behind. His 
paws have apparently been covered with something so his 
claws aren't digging into you, but he still managed to 
grip your hips tightly as he pushes forward till the 
head of his shiny, wet cock prods at the entrance of 
your abused pussy. You try to shake your head in weak 
protest, but Dimitri keeps you sucking him. The dog 
thrusts forward and for the first time you are 
penetrated by an animal's cock. It plunges into you, 
hot and slick, the texture of ridges and veins 
completely different from those of a man's. The 
swelling at the base of his cock, the 'knot' bumps 
against you several times as the animal fucks you. 
Finally the dog thrusts hard enough that the 'knot' is 
forced inside of you, painfully stretching you enough 
to make you whimper around the cock in your mouth. 

Eventually you feel the dog pulse and swell inside you. 
The hot splash of his cum against the walls of your 
pussy is both repulsive and stimulating.

You have no idea how long this all goes on. Time loses 
all meaning and all you notice is the continuing line 
of people coming forward to use you. It just goes on 
and on and on. At some point all of the abuse and the 
humiliation and embarrassment seems to lose its power 
over you and you start to truly enjoy everything being 
done to you. You finally reach a point where using your 
mouth on other women turns you on. Being brutally 
fucked from behind starts to get you off. Being the 
young, innocent, naïve sexual plaything of a group of 
older strangers is truly arousing now.

And so it's time for the game to change.

Once everyone's had their turn to do anything and 
everything they could possibly want to you, Dimitri 
asks a couple of the men to help him get something. 
They move what looks like some kind of strange exercise 
machine into the living room. It reminds you of one of 
those elaborate pieces of home gym equipment you see in 
those infomercials, like Bowflex or something, only 
it's different. 

Dimitri tells you to take a seat on the "bench" portion 
of the machine, and you do. Your ankles and wrists are 
secured with leather cuffs to the "legs" and "arms" of 
the machine. And then Dimitri walks behind you and 
works some levers or something and the machine moves, 
reconfigures itself and thus repositions you. You now 
find yourself tied spread-eagled with your arms 
stretched up above your head; your legs spread wide 
open, and leaned back at an angle on the bench. Next 
Dimitri comes around and works some lever or dial under 
the bench and the portion of it directly beneath your 
ass falls away, leaving your ass and pussy completely 
exposed, supported only by the restraints holding your 
legs outstretched.

"Now, young lady... you're going to be punished."

"But... please, sir," you whimper. "Why? I was good. I 
did everything you wanted..."

"Well I could tell you that you're being punished for 
cumming without permission, which would be true. It 
doesn't matter to my, or any of us, that you "couldn't 
help yourself" or that Stephanie "made" you. I ordered 
you not to cum and you did anyways, and so now you'll 
be severely, severely punished."

"No, please... I'm sorry," you beg. "Please, I'll do 
anything you want. Any of you, anything you want. 
Please don't do this. I'll do anything—"

Dimitri fits a rubber ball-gag into your mouth, cutting 
off any further protests. And so now, by your own free 
will, you have allowed yourself to be made completely 
and utterly helpless. You willingly, deliberately came 
here with the intention of letting this stranger have 
his way, ANY way with you. You had several 
opportunities to turn back... you could have walked 
away any number of times. But you CHOSE not to. And now 
you're tied, naked and helpless, and forced to lie 
still as dozens of strangers punish you.

"You've already done anything we wanted. But what we 
want now is to punish you. See, you do need to be 
punished for cumming without permission. But here's the 
truth Becky... the thing you need to know, now that 
it's too late to do anything about it..."

He leans close and lowers his voice, speaking 
conspiratorially.

"The truth is, this was ALWAYS part of the plan. Ever 
since you agreed to come over here and submit to my 
every whim I've known that the night would end with you 
tied here like this while we all whip you."

Everyone goes into the hallway and retrieves the bags 
and backpacks that they brought with them earlier. From 
within the bags they all take out various whips and 
crops, straps, belts and switches.

"See? They all knew it too. Everyone is here with the 
understanding that, no matter what happened earlier in 
the evening and no matter what threats or promises I 
made to you, in the end they would all be allowed, even 
ENCOURAGED to mercilessly whip you. But first..."

He steps out of your line of sight for a second, and 
when he returns he's holding a large red candle. He 
lights it with a lighter and holds it up for you to 
see.

"First," he continues, "I need to make sure that you 
are as tender and sensitive as possible."

And with that he reaches up and tips the candle over 
your breast. It burns menacingly for a second before a 
large drop of molten red wax drips directly onto your 
nipple. You scream behind you gag at the searing pain 
that explodes in your chest. But Dimitri just continues 
to drip wax until your entire right breast is encased. 
And then he reaches across and repeats the process with 
your left breast. 

As the wax cools and hardens the pain lessens just 
slightly. Dimitri begins to peel the hardened wax off 
of your skin, and the cool air almost stings as your 
breasts are gradually exposed. The skin is bright pink, 
the nipples dark, raw red... and hard and swollen, 
despite the pain.

"We can do better than that," he says, and he does it 
all over again. This time the pain is even more extreme 
as the wax scalds your already tender nipples and 
breasts.

And while that second coat of wax cools on your 
tortured breasts, he moves down between your spread 
legs. It's impossible to focus, to imagine or accept 
what must be coming next. But then the first splash of 
agony hits your swollen, punished clit. Again you 
scream into your gag, using all the strength you 
possess to try and close your legs or twist your hips 
away from the torture. But it's no use. Your entire 
pussy is meticulously scalded with the hot wax, before 
being peeled bare and then covered a second time.

And when that is finally all finished, when you're 
breasts, pussy and even your abused asshole have been 
made as raw and tender to even the slightest touch as 
possible, Dimitri comes back up beside you.

"And now, sweet little Becky, you're going to be 
whipped. Your nipples, your asshole, your clit. 
Everywhere. By everyone."

Your audience cheers a little, reminding you how eager 
they all are to do this to you.

"And I think we'll start with... Stephanie. She was SO 
excited to whip that pussy of yours that she broke my 
rules and was punished herself. By you, in fact. You 
were pretty hard on her while you were fucking her ass, 
weren't you? Well I think that will just encourage 
Stephanie to be even more enthusiastic and creative 
when she whips you."

You try to plead and beg with your eyes. He just smiles 
at you.

"Okay Steph, she's all yours."

And there she is, gazing down at you from between your 
spread legs. She smiles at you with the most evil grin 
you've ever seen and heft a cruel looking leather 
riding crop into view. With no hesitation she slices it 
down through the air and strikes directly onto your 
clit.

And that's just the beginning.

So... are you glad you really went through with this?

END

Feedback and requests welcome.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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