Julie could not believe what she was doing. A sudden impulse had seized her after watching their host's wife being teased and abused for their pleasure. Louise had been secured to a frame on the dining table and subjected to pleasure and punishment in equal measure.
Julie had become more and more aroused at the spectacle so that when their Host had suggested she swap places with Louise she had just agreed without thinking.
Now she was on all fours in the centre of the dining table. A bar under hips held her bottom raised and the cuffs around her ankles spread her legs. She had been placed into rubber hood which stopped both her sight and most sounds. She was aware of the cold round tubes that her breasts rested against and she recalled Louise's breasts being dragged into them, deforming, as suction was applied.
She couldn't even beg to stop this as a gag had been placed in her mouth. The longer she was held immobile in this state of sensory deprivation the more nervous she became. The rash impulse to experience all that Louise had undergone was waning.
Suddenly the crack of a ruler sounded and there was a bitten off female cry. Julie jumped knowing, from the earlier 'entertainment', that Louise must have struck her own bare thigh as hard as she could, under the instruction of their host, Charles. Having watched Louise strapped down and assailed from all angles Julie was aware of exactly what was going to happen to her.
She knew that those two probing dildos would shortly force their way forward stretching her wide before ploughing into her. Her breasts would succumb to the suction that would draw them inexorably down those tubes, misshaping, stretching them.
She quivered in her restraints anticipating the start of her ordeal.
"Ron." Charles' voice sounded as the edge of her hearing.
"It seems inappropriate that Julie should suffer and have no safe word to use should her ordeal become too onerous."
There was a pause and Julie could imagine him staring at her.
"As she seems unable to speak at present," He continued with a smile to his voice, "She ought to have a spokesperson. Ron, I think it would be fun if you were to judge her acceptance or otherwise."
No question, not a request, just a statement.
"I, well I suppose." Ron's voice responded a little uncertainly.
"Of course, of course." Charles replied placatingly. "But you have seen what Louise endured, the little vixen. I feel a new entertainment should be contrived in order for you both to enter into the full spirit of the ideal, do you nor agree?"
"Well, I suppose." was Ron's rather more willing response.
"And how about our overly willing victim?" said Charles.
Julie felt a hand run across the sheer rubber covering her face.
"What a shame she cannot speak. Ron this is your first decision for her. Would she agree do you think?"
There was a silence and Julie heard Ron reply "I'm not really sure I know what she wants but as she volunteered to put herself forward I think I will have to go with her own decision and say 'Yes'. For the moment, anyway." He added.
"Wonderful." said Charles. "I do so like it when my guests get involved."
"Albert, if you could release Julie from her current encumbrance. We must see what further we can offer her as an alternative."
Albert quietly untied her and helped her off the table, leaving the hood in place. Julie was also conscious that the wrist and ankle cuffs had also been left on her. As her mouth slid off the phallus attached to the table she felt a gag being placed across her mouth. A wide band of leather that made her think of a horses bridle. She opened her lips and it was gently pushed between her teeth and straps secured around her head. They really did not want her to have a voice.
"Let us all retire to the adjoining room." Charles suggested and stood. Louise and Ron also rose and they followed behind their host whilst Albert led Julie ahead of them. Charles handed Ron an ornate mask. It looked like one they used to wear at masked balls. He motioned for him to put it on. He did so without comment, it was a fairly innocuous request after all.
The double doors were opened and a flood of light entered. Beyond was a large room with occasional chairs around the edge. There were perhaps a dozen men and women chatting and drinking around the room with a small bar to one side. They also wore similar masks and it was clear that identities were being protected. Ron was amazed that they had been sitting just next door and they had not been aware of them throughout the meal.
Charles leaned in towards him.
"They have all been very well behaved, I did ask them to be quiet whilst we ate. I may have to reward them later."
He stared pointedly at Julie's naked form being led into their midst. Her shapely legs and pear shaped bottom looked fantastic. Her breasts bounced nicely as she walked, unaware of all these people now watching her.
So many people all so respectful of their hosts desires that not one raised voice, not one laugh had penetrated the walls. Ron admired the respect they must have for his wishes.
Albert led Julie to a long bench made up of what appeared to be two lengths of wood side by side. He assisted her to, at first, sit then lie along it. There were some clips at either end of the bench and he attached these to the rings set in each of her wrist and ankle cuffs.
The bench was quite high, almost table height, which seemed a little strange.
The groups of people had turned inwards and were now all watching Julie, though some still passed comments to each other they were, in the main, clearly awaiting this shared entertainment.
Louise moved forward when Albert had finished and, standing at Julie's feet she clicked something on the bench. Then she pulled her leg wide to the side. Julie realised that the bench must be hinged in some way at her waist area. Satisfied with the distance Louise returned and then pulled her other leg out. She was now secured in a Y shape, her legs spread wide, conscious that her pussy was on display to all.
"I think Julie could do with a massage Ron. Do you think she would like that?" Charles asked.
"Yes, she does love a massage, I'm sure that would be fine." Ron replied, feeling relieved at this simple suggestion.
Julie gave a sigh of relief. Now that she did not know what to expect her mind was racing. Although very conscious of her nakedness a massage sounded innocent enough.
Charles waved a hand and several of the men approached. "Julie would like a massage." He said. "Perhaps you would oblige, but only use your members if you would be so kind. That way everyone enjoys themselves."
The men, around six of them, stepped out of their various clothes leaving them all naked apart from their masks. Each of them had an erection and as they approached they began to rub these on Julie. Some along her legs, another slid back and forth on her belly. Another used the crease of her breasts to pump his cock into.
Julie, eyes covered, could feel the hot pressure as each cock used a different part of her to rub against. It felt strange, but not unpleasant.
Two men were not rubbing over her breasts and using them to masturbate with. She found that her nipples were hardening in response and a warm sense of arousal had begun. They were rubbing all over her, but avoiding her pussy as if they had been instructed to use everywhere except there. She began to regret that loss and found her hips raising of themselves.
Then she felt a spasm and a cock was held down under her breast and streams of hot semen gushed onto her. She inhaled and could smell that high smell of males and semen. Another held his quivering cock onto her thigh and ejaculated across there onto her belly. Soon all were cumming over her making her slick and sticky with sperm. Her head swam with the overpowering aroma. She had been their toy but she now wanted some relief herself.
Charles' voice sounded again "Ladies would you mind helping her along?"
Julie had no idea what he meant but shortly she felt a hot wetness sliding up her leg from her ankle. She realised that one of the women was rubbing her pussy up and down her sperm sticky leg, back and forth, making her own pleasure. Another began to do the same on her wrist and up toward her upper arm. As she worked her way back down she stopped as she was over Julie's upturned hand. She began to rock gently and Julie found her fingers rising, questing into the hot wet folds of flesh.
Yet another must be straddling the bench as she felt a hot pussy trailing back and forth across her breasts, stopping and rubbing her nipples into the wet slit. It was incredibly erotic and Julie felt herself lifting her chest to try to bury that nipple further.
She was buried under women and wet pussies sliding over her. Then without warning she felt hot wet flesh sit down on her face. This woman began to slowly move up and down her nose, rubbing her clitoris again it. Julie's senses were filled with female scent, wetness slid around her face and all over her mouth and the gag, forcing her to taste the heavy musky flavour. She had never had a woman before and even now, she thought, she was merely being used by them.
Her upturned hand had wet pussies pushed onto them and she found her fingers reaching for the clitoris on each. Hands massaged her thighs and pulled at the lips of her pussy, at least two pulled her lips away, spreading them wide. Another hand rubbed her already swollen bud causing her to gasp onto her gag. The rubbing eased and fingers pinched it and slowly pulled, letting go and repeating the pull. It was if they were wanking a tiny penis but all the while other fingers pulled and tugged at her labia, straining it and swelling it at the same time. Someone else pulled at her pubic hair, just at one hair. They pulled tighter and tighter until with a sudden release it was plucked out. Julie squealed but the hands pulling at her labia and clitoris continued their ministrations. Another hair was grasped and the pull began again. This was attached to the other side of her pussy, the pressure dragged that lip further out until, again, it sprang back as it was pulled out. It was not terribly painful, just a shock. It was confusing her senses mixing the sense of pain from the plucked hair with the tugging hands working the swollen flesh of her pussy.
Ron sitting opposite Julie watched wide eyed as his girlfriend was used by men and women alike, rubbing themselves on her lovely skin to gain their own pleasure.
Louise sat next to him gazing Intently at Julie's spread legs and the hands pulling and kneading her pussy.
She reached across and without looking at Ron, slowly drew down the zip of his trousers, sliding a hand inside and grasping his cock tight. Charles slid into the seat at his side.
He patted his arm
"No, no, do not be alarmed. No one here knows you and your mask should give you further assurance. Both Julie's and your identity are safe
