Aftermath
Samantha was vaguely aware that she had been lowered to the floor. She hardly registered that she was face down in a pool of her own juices, mixed with several pints of sticky, artificial cum. A fuzzy, derealization clouded her tired senses as the restraints were slowly detached from her feet, then her legs, then her torso, and finally, her wrists. Though she was physically free, Samantha wasn't ready to get up quite yet.
Samantha had cum more times in the past three hours than she had in maybe the past three years. At first it had been fun. The two girls with the magic wand had made her feel so good. The cowboy (what was his name again?) had been so kind to her, and she had loved being filled by him.
More and more patrons followed after him, though. Some had chosen vibrating toys to work her clit until it was raw. Others had chosen dildos to fuck her and fill her until her body satisfied their desires and obediently squirted over whichever toy they chose. Some patrons took interest in her large boobs and pumped nipples. They clamped, suctioned, vibrated and teased her sensitive breasts to their hearts' content.
Many of the patrons punished her as well as pleasured her. Samantha's ass was red from the spankings, whippings, and paddlings she head received. Each gagged cry of anguish only brought more lashes from her unseen patrons. One particularly cruel patron had used a vibrator to bring Samantha close to orgasm, only to pull the toy away and spank her each time she was about to cum. A few times, Ms. T had to intervene when a particularly sadistic patron let out their frustrations on the poor, tied up, fat girl at their disposal with a little too much force.
With her Mistress's help, Samantha was able to slowly pick herself up off the floor, her knees trembling beneath her. She felt a towel wrap around her and heard her Mistress's voice near her ear, "can you walk?"
Samantha nodded weakly. Guided by Ms. T's arms on her hips, Samantha slowly made her way out of the room, which was now quiet. Samantha felt the cool concrete under her bare feet, then the plush carpet of the green room. Samantha felt her mistress remove the plug from her asshole, but barely registered the physical sensation. The ball gag was removed next and Samantha instinctively opened and closed her mouth to stretch her tired jaw. Samantha was lowered into a soft chair, which felt nice against her sore butt. At last, the blindfold was removed and Samantha looked up at the striking face of her Mistress, who took a seat across from her.
"How do you feel?" Ms. T asked, with genuine interest.
"Tired, Mistress" Samantha replied.