His hand reached up and gripped the back of my neck tightly. He pushed me forward onto the balls of my feet. My eyes shifted under the blindfold but I could see nothing. My wrists strained against the cuffs behind my back locked against the leather belt around my waist. I could feel the cuffs being placed around my ankles, the leather slipped through the buckles, pulled tight, then attached to the chains. I could hear...something....in front of me - the faint murmuring of whispered voices! Suddenly a motor whirred to life behind me, its dull hum drowning out the voices. his hand stayed tight against my neck pushing me forward. The motor hummed inexorably, until the chains attached to my ankle cuffs began to be pulled taught. I heard a click and the motor roared louder. Suddenly I was jerked backwards my feet pulled cleanly off the floor. I fell forward, my weight caught by the chains attached to the belt around my waist, and the collar around my throat. My breath knocked from my body; I gagged and bounced on the chains my body held fully aloft now. The murmur of voices in front of me became louder. There was a smattering of applause. "How many are there?!" I thought to myself. I twisted slowly on the chains now, as the motor lifted me further into the air. Suddenly it stopped and his hands returned. They quickly undid the ball gag from behind my head and let it drop to the floor. I sucked in the cool air, trying to catch my breath. As I gasped, my mouth open wide, he placed two fingers in my mouth and held down my tongue. With his other hand he fitted a ring gag between my teeth. He withdrew his fingers quickly and let my lips close around the cool, smooth metal. With his index finger he pushed the leather tongue, designed to prevent my gagging reflex down the back of my throat. When he was finished be began to twist the screw at the edge of my lips, widening the ring until my jaw strained painfully against the opening.

He stepped back now and moved down my body. I could hear him pick up something off the floor. It sounded like....a pipe! He hooked one end of it to the ring on my right ankle cuff then yanked it hard spreading my legs apart. He grabbed my other ankle and, pulling my legs even further apart, attached the other end of the pipe to the cuff on my left ankle. He picked up another length of pipe and latched it to the same hook. spinning my body on the chains, he took hold of my left wrist and, in one quick motion, unlatched it from the belt around my waist, twisted it out from behind my back and pulled it away from my body. He swiftly hooked it onto the other end of the pipe, then reached down and grabbed another length. This one was shorter. He attached it to my wrist and extended it up towards my neck. I could feel his hand sweep my ponytail off my neck in order to reach the hooks on my collar and attach it to the pipe. He spun me again and attached another short piece of pipe to the other hook on my collar. He reached in and undid the other wrist cuff from my back, twisted and stretched my arm away from my body and hooked it onto the pipe. one more piece of pipe and my extremities were all pulled tight away from my body. I could barely move my arms or legs. I could feel my body stretched tight under my t-shirt and panties. I was still wearing the sleepwear I had gone to bed in.

"Gentlemen!" his voice declaimed from behind me, "She is yours!" His hand reached up now behind my head and slowly untied the knot of the blindfold. Suddenly his hand jerked the silk away and I could see what lay before me. a group of 20 or so men stood before my laughing and pointing. some rubbed their crotches, some began to unbutton their shirts, as they moved forward onto the stage. From beside me I could see him now as he strode towards me, a pair of scissors in his hand. He stepped back between my legs. Suddenly his open hand crashed down against my ass cheeks. I bucked on the chains from the sting and the humiliation, I tried to close my legs, but could not move an inch in any direction. He laughed heartily, then slipped his fingers under the crotch of my panties and pulled the soaked material away from my moist little pussy lips. I could feel the cool metal of the scissors sliding up the inside of my thigh. the tips sliding inexorably between my legs. He rubbed the blades back and forth between my lips, lubricating the blades. Then, pulling them almost all the way out, took the panties between them and began to cut them off of me. I wriggled on the chain but was held tightly in place by the pipes. He cut the crotch then slid the blade up between my he ass cheeks cutting them from crotch to waist until they fell to the floor below my in a damp heap. he picked up the tail of the t-shirt off of my ass now. He seemed to measure it for a moment, then dropped the scissors onto the floor, took the t-shirt in both hands and tore it straight up to the neckline. My body jerked between the pipes as he ripped the fabric off of me. My body completely naked now, I felt the cool air of the theater wash over my moist skin. The men came on stage now, some taking the stairs, some jumping right onto the stage from the front row seats. They were in various stages of undress. shirts being unbuttoned, pants unzipped, belts unbuckled everywhere I looked. They move towards me in a wave. Hands reaching under waistbands to free rigid cocks parading before my outstretched lips.

I could not count them all. some circled behind me, some strode brazenly to the front of my face. I strained my neck to look up at them but could only see their cocks saluting my nakedness at attention. Hands began to grab at my ankles now swinging my captured body on the chains. A pair of white briefs straining to cover a huge cock appeared before my eyes. his hands reached down to his waistband and slid them down freeing his happy tool which stood straight up. He stepped forward and, without warning, grabbed me by the ponytail pulling my head forward and slid the tip of his cock into the ring gag. He thrust himself forward driving the full length of his cock down the back of my throat. I started to gag, drool running down my chin, but found I couldn't as he began to rock into me again and again pounding the back of my throat. Hands reached under me now, finding my belly, my little tits, pinching my nipples hard as I rocked back and forth on the chains driven my the man thrusting into my mouth. a hand slapped down upon my ass raising a rosy blush. Another hand slid up along my thigh running into a third hand coming up from underneath me. Fingers (1, 2, 3...I lost track) began to find their way to my pussy. Tracing the wetness along the tips of my lips, flicking my clit. starting to push up into me. Letting me be pushed back onto them by the pounding my mouth was taking. The man fucking my face began to build his rhythm now. He placed his hands on the bars on either side of my head and pulled himself into me again and again. his hips rocked forward and I could feel his cock begin to throb inside my mouth now. Suddenly, with one last huge buck he buried himself inside me until his balls slapped against my chin. He began to shoot his warm, wet load down my open throat. I could not close my mouth, I could not spit. I could only let his hot, salty seed slide down my throat. He held his cock there for a minute letting every last drip drain from it. Then pulled out harshly. He took his still stiff cock in his hand and smacked it against my cheeks wiping away the remnants of his cum.

No sooner has he finished than a large black man stepped before me. He put his hand down gently under my chin and rubbed along my throat. "So pretty!" he said, "such a shame to fuck it raw" and slammed his dick forward into the ring gag. His cock was unbelievably stiff and barely fit into the ring. The tightness seemed to only further enhance his excitement. I barely noticed as two hands grabbed my ass cheeks now and, seemingly competing for my tightness, my wetness, pulled me back onto another cock while multiple fingers pulled in opposite directions and pressed against my tiny little dry asshole. They took turns pounding into me, slapping me back and forth between them like a ping pong ball. Slowly they began to find a common rhythm. The cock behind me would pull out just as the one between my lips punched into me. The man behind me would thrust forward, almost hitting my cervix just as the black cock withdrew. The others gathered around me and began to enjoy the game, pinching at my body and slapping my ass, as the two men grunted and groaned in time with their thrusts....