There were two full size mirrors above me. Each set off from the crossbeam and angled so that I was able to see myself chained spread-eagled on the big bed I had seen earlier. There were leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. They were each attached to the lower rings on the bedposts. My bikini bottoms were still on. A ball gag was fixed in my mouth. There was a wide leather collar around my neck. Fastened to either side were chains that ran to the bottom side rails. Helping to hold my head in position was some sort of harness that was connected to the wall behind my head. I could only manage to move a few inches in any direction.
I glanced to the right and saw a table full of toys. All kinds of vibes and dildos. All sizes and shapes. A few appeared to have electrical cords attached to them.
The only thing to the left was one of the large video camera's. I couldn't lift my head enough to see, but I imagined there was at least one more of the large camera's at the foot of the huge bed. There was a camera mounted to the beam directly centered above me and one on the wall behind and slightly higher than my head. I was to find out later that each bed post had its own tiny camera mounted in side them about halfway up. These were angled at 45 degrees inward to gaze right up each outstretched arm or leg.
One other thing I hadn't noticed when I glanced this way this afternoon was a flat screen TV facing downward from the crossbeam. It was all black now. What the hell was there for? So someone could watch American Idol while being tortured?
I studied myself in the mirrors. My nipples were still slightly red and sore, but they seemed to be ok. My tits showed a few streaks of red but otherwise felt fine. I stared back at my reflection.
I could hear the guys chuckling as they approached. They came into view to my right, between the bed and the toy table. They each had another beer with them. Damn I was thirsty.
Jared set his down and picked up a remote control. The red lights flashed to life on the video cameras. He pointed it at the horizontally mounted TV and it flashed on showing the image of me from the camera on my left. He flipped thru all the various views the cameras afforded him and settled on one of the two that were focused on my crotch from the foot of the bed, one high, one bed level. He chose the high view. The cameras did a good job of catching the reflections from my sweaty skin. So much for American Idol.
Rick asked, "How you feel Rach?"
This was my first go round with a ball gag, so I just grunted.
"We are going to have fun tonight. All for you babe," said Jared.
"Yeah, all night of playing with your pussy," said Rick.
"We are going to see how many different ways and times we can make you cum."
"We might even fuck you a few times too."
"Ok. Lets get started on 'Rachel's Pussy Pleasure'," said Jared.
Jared brought the remote with him as he came around to my left side, getting into a kneeling position at my waist. Rick knelt at my right. Their weight had caused my body to pull against its restraints, they had done a good job of securing me.
Rick had begun to massage my right leg just above the knee, Jared did the same with my left. They moved slowly and tenderly up my legs. I was determined to ignore them. But I couldn't ignore the image on the screen of their muscular hands working my outstretched thighs. I shut my eyes. I felt their fingers move closer and closer to my pussy. Then they stopped.
I felt two sets of lips along the string parts of my bikini bottom trailing kisses on my soft skin moving to each knot of red string at my hips. I took a peek at the TV and watched as they undid my bikini with their teeth. I felt the first tingle of arousal and did my best to ignore it. I still wasn't sure if I liked this situation.
Jared sat up and went back to massaging my inner thighs, this time with both hands. Rick licked his way along the red string to the center of my bottoms. He kissed me lightly all over down there, pushing down the fabric slightly as he did. I closed my eyes again and thought about the pain I had endured earlier. Jared had his fingers up against the edges of the narrow material of my now loosened bikini, rubbing and squeezing gently. I had to concentrate more to stay in control. I was just going to lay here.
"C'mon Rachel, relax, enjoy this," said Jared.
