Janine didn't know much about Japanese rope bondage before that night: in 1985 it wasn't as popular as it became later. What she did know is that she was ready to explode with frustration at being publicly groped but not brought to climax!
After the talent show was over, Janine found herself willingly (more or less) blindfolded, gagged, bound, and suspended by ropes in a baggage cart that was wheeled out of the ballroom and through the corridors of Iznoma Hedonia, the fabulous libertine resort, into the elevator, and out on the patio for no obvious reason than to let any guest who wanted to gawk at her and touch her butt, her widely spread crotch, and her hanging boobs! Hands were everywhere! She overheard dozens of people talk openly and very candidly about her womanly charms, as if she were not there at all!, and most of that conversation was about her lovely hanging tits and the big pink areolas that adorned them. She wished that more people would admire her little bubble butt, which was currently suspended in a rope sling, and was appreciative of the fact that so many people patted her cunt for good luck and liked that it was wet. Some guests went so far as to insert their finger up her -- Janine wouldn't have minded if they moved it around long enough to let her come but they never did! It was a strange experience to be on public display but not to be able to see the people who are fondling you!
"Janine, sweet honeypot," she heard Marjorie's heavily accented voice through her giggles, "do you want to go back to room now and give pleasure to girls and take a nice cock or more?" Janine tried to move again -- it really did look more like she was cumming than that she was trying to say something. What she wanted to say was, I like girls just fine but right now I've been touched enough and I need to be fucked! Somebody cut me down, suck me, and screw me right here right now or I'm going to explode!
Finally, after several more minutes of being handled, she felt the baggage cart moving again. She could tell that they were taking her back indoors, down the corridor, where they stopped several times to let passing guests pat and stroke her, and into a crowded elevator, where the laughing riders touched and rubbed her wherever they felt like it (one of them even leaned over and sniffed her crotch!), and up to her own floor, where she was brought into what felt like her own room. There was obviously quite a crowd around her, judging from the number of voices, and the room must have been packed. Janine smelled that men were there. She wanted one, and most particularly, she wanted a man who could fuck her deep and hard NOW!
Then she heard Ramapo's voice. The bogus Japanese bondage enthusiast was in her room? He was the one who got her in this ridiculous situation in the first place!, by tying her up as the volunteer from the audience in his act in the talent show! And yet -- she hadn't really volunteered, she hadn't really agreed to the gag (she thought he meant a joke when he used the word), she hadn't really agreed to be blindfolded, and when she tried to get their attention they just thought she was having another orgasm! On the whole, she would have to admit, it had been lots of fun but it was getting frustrating. How could she make them understand that she wanted to stop being groped and start getting fucked?
Suddenly she smelled men up close and felt herself being lifted up. Not just Ramapo -- there had to be several men, judging by the mix of scents and the voices. Many hands touched her body, some of them unnecessary. The tension on the web of ropes holding her and binding her went slack. There was some movement and she could feel herself being lowered down. She could feel the faint scent of herself now, on sheets and her pillow. She was being placed face-down on her already mussed-up bed, still tied up, with her head on a pillow and her butt sticking in the air. Then, at long last, the blindfold was taken off!
She couldn't move her head easily but she could see that she was at the center of a circle of about a dozen men with erections who were surrounding her bed, some naked and some wearing resort loincloths. The sight of her tied up and the surprise in her eyes had stiffened their waiting dicks. She noticed that the ones she could see seemed tall. One man had on a blue basketball jersey with "Yonkers" spelled out in white across the back -- which she saw when he turned around to joke with another guy -- and was naked below: his big, stiff prick looked yummy. Behind them were about five or six women. Janine recognized the friendly bisexual pool girls who had finished her off in the afternoon, after her double penetration in public. She didn't see Ramapo but she knew he was there, probably behind her. Marjorie had to be there, too. Then Ramapo came forward, unfastened the straps, and pulled the dildo gag out of her mouth.
"You son of a bitch! I should kill you!" Janine yelled, still tied up and in no position to make good her threat. "You tricked me!" The men around her bed were laughing and found this very funny! Most of them were staring at her bubble butt, stuck up in the air. At last it was being appreciated!
"No he didn't!" Janine heard Marjorie's accented voice, behind her. "You volunteer, you suck down dildo in your gag, you hold still while blindfold put on you!" Marjorie, of course, had started it all by groping Janine and making her yelp in surprise when Ramapo called for volunteers.
The Janine heard Ramapo's voice "and you've been coming like a porn starlet auditioning on a casting couch for the last hour! If anybody tricked anybody, you tricked yourself! Now, do you want me to untie you?"