My heart is racing as I pull in the hotel parking garage. I park spot near the top of the three story garage, kill the engine, and take a deep breath. This place appears deserted and I'm still having second thoughts about this arrangement. He said that someone would meet me up here so I slowly slink from my car and begin walking, my 6-inch heels clicking with each step. I'm wearing a tight, black mini-skirt and a white blouse that hugs my skin like cellophane. My thigh-high black stockings wrap my freshly waxed legs, and the absence of my bra and panties remind me why I'm here. It's already cold here in October, yet he insisted that I not wear a coat. I turn the corner and there are four men standing in a group. As I fully come into their view, they all turn and stare my way. "Miss Stratford...?" the tall, dark one asks. "Yes..." I answer very meekly. My heart starts to race as they advance at me. I take one step backwards right into the arms of a previously unseen fifth man. Instinctively, I scream and almost immediately, he covers my mouth with a powerful hand. He begins walking, dragging me towards a van. Complete panic washes over me as multiple sets of hands pull me into the van, and not two seconds after the door slides shut, I find myself blindfolded. Almost simultaneously, my hands are zip-tied, and something else binds my ankles together.
The van lurches forward and I'm thrown face first into one of the men. "Trying to get started early are ya?" he says with a smile in his voice. "Open your mouth," he says coldly. I obey and my mouth is immediately filled with his cock. He grabs ahold of my head and holds me there until I'm gagging and I feel him get hard in my throat. He finally pulls my head away which allows me to steal a breath of air, and before I'm able to fully fill my lungs, he jams his now rock-hard cock down my throat. The next breath of air I was allowed was followed by a different cock. For what seemed like at least a half an hour, I was passed around the van, my mouth filled with cock.
Finally, the van stopped and the door slides open and I am passed outside. My shirt is already ripped open and my skirt is pulled above my waist. I am dragged through a noisy place that smells of smoke, and down a set of stairs to what I think is the chilly basement of a bar. I am tied naked with my hands high above my head so I am standing on my tippy toes. A large gag is shoved into my mouth and tied tightly around my head. And suddenly I find myself alone, unable to see and unable to speak.
Time passes and my arms ache and begged to be released. My whole body is throbbing and drool is dripping from my mouth covering my chin and tits. I can hear the commotion of the bar, and as the minutes pass, I am overwhelmed by panic and start to regret my decision to partake in this.
After what seemed like an eternity, the noise upstairs quiets. I hear the basement door open and a group of heavy-footed men and a few heeled ladies head downstairs. My legs are shaking from the strain of being in this position for so long. Someone steps up and takes me by my chin and says, "Would you like to be let down?" I nod my head quickly and he laughs as he rubs my sore shoulders. He then pinches my hard nipples so hard I cry out beneath my gag and squirm. I hear laughter as I try to pull myself away from him, but his fingers hold tight and my nipples begin to throb. Finally, I am released from his grip. But just as quickly I feel the cold pinch of a pair of metal clamps as they bite into my tender nipples, and again, my cry is muffled by the gag. "Let's hear your cries, slut," a man says, and moments later, I feel hands on the back of my head unfastening the strap holding my gag in place.
I then hear the cord that is binding my ankles snap and two men grab my legs and hold them far apart. Moments later, I feel the sharp, familiar sting of a crop against my inner thigh. I cry out, which only prompt several more hits against my thighs. He then focuses the crop on my tits and stomach. I feel tears streaming down my cheeks and by the time he started on my pussy, I was shaking in pain. Special attention is then paid to my previously unmarked backside, and with every blow, the crowd was laughing and calling me names.
"Good girl," a man whispers in my ear, as he slowly starts to rub my clit. I feel myself instinctively grinding against his fingers. "What a fucking slut! She loves it!" a voice says. My body is aching, but I hear myself moan as I feel myself get wetter by the second.