The Executive Lifestyle Experience
By TheProfessor7002
Author's note: This is the continuing story about a shy young wife exploring her submissive desires, under coercion at first, then with greater enthusiasm as the story progresses. It is a fantasy, set in a fictional world where there is no risk of STDs, and there is no downside to casual sex with multiple partners... As I said, fantasy. Don't try this at home.
Continued from Chapter 13: Sara's Gangbang: Part 2...
"Thanks for the fuck and the blowjob, Slut," Sara heard Master Dan call as the two men walked away. "I truly enjoyed fucking your throat."
Sara moaned in helpless arousal as she was once again left alone for a few minutes. She lay there, helplessly bound, her pussy flooded with cum, her head hanging off the side of the ottoman as she listened to footsteps receding down the hallway as the two men headed back to the on-going meeting. For the moment, all was quiet.
Chapter Fourteen: Sara's Gangbang: Part 3; Redemption and Recovery.
As Sara lay there, covered in cum, she tried to assess her feelings. These men were random strangers, but that didn't prevent them from using her as a nameless fuck-toy, a whore, a slut. They cared nothing for her feelings, or anything about her as a person. She was just a slave, handed over to them so they could vent their lust. She was nothing more than a pretty piece of meat, to be used and exploited for their carnal entertainment... Why, then, was she so aroused?
It was, she realized, her darkest fantasy come to life. While she would never choose for herself what was happening, and would do almost anything to stop it, it was precisely the fantasy she often went to when she was alone and safe, horny and in need of relief. How many times had she gotten herself off, imagining a scenario similar to this? To be utterly helpless, unable to defend herself as she was taken, over and over, by a group of no-nonsense studs that weren't afraid to take her however they wanted... make her do whatever they wanted?
But fantasies were safe and controllable. This wasn't... This was real, and completely beyond her control. Sara was naked and bound, blindfolded, restrained by her S-L-U-T collar, and the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. The way she was bound exposed her completely; her knees were forced wide apart, her pussy was propped up by the pillow under her ass, providing easy access to her helplessly aroused vagina. She was defiled... splattered with cum. Worse, her pussy was flooded with it. She had absolutely no control over what these men were doing to her body... And as scary as that was, it was also incredibly hot.
Sara heard footsteps approaching, and knew she was about to be subjected to more humiliation... more vigorous fucking, more forced deepthroat... The thought of how helpless she was, how completely at the mercy of these horny men, touched her between the ears in a way she would never have expected.
"Hello, Slut," a voice greeted her. "I hope you're not too used up."
Sara had no idea how to reply. She felt intensely humiliated, but also intensely turned on, none the less. Was she too used up? She had no idea what that meant.
"I don't know, Sir... But I have been left here for your pleasure by my Master, and I will try my best to be a good slave."
"Do you know who I am?" Asked the voice.
"I remember your voice, Sir," Sara replied, "but not the name that goes with it."
"I am Master Steve," said the voice. "And with me is...
"Master Bill," said another voice. "You just wait baby... You'll be screaming with pleasure when you're taking my ten-inch dick."
"It would seem Master Bill still has a problem with modesty," Master Steve continued. "He simply can't resist bragging about his horse-cock. But I have to say this... He really is well-endowed. I hope you can handle it."
"You're just jealous," Bill objected. "But that's ok... You just wait and see... If this slut reacts the way I expect her to, you'll have to admit I ain't bragging."
"Whatever," Master Steve allowed. "Alright then, go ahead. See if you can get our naked fuck-toy to cum on your cock."
Sara felt a hand stroking over her breasts, through the splatters of cum accumulated there, gently caressing her soft flesh, then pulling on the chain to her nipple clamps. She gasped and arched her back, trying to ease the flair of pain in her nipples caused by the tugging. That didn't really help, as he continued pulling with the same steady pressure, evidently enjoying his ability to inflict pain in Sara's tortured nipples.
The hand eventually released the chain, then gradually moved lower, moving down over the tight skin of her abdomen, tracing through the little pools of semen that seemed to be everywhere, then lower, through the neatly-trimmed fleece above her crotch, then lower still, until it was stroking through the wetness of her mound.
"She's wet enough," Master Bill noted. "Between her obvious arousal, and the amount of cum already dumped in there, she's plenty well lubricated... That should help."
Fingers abruptly pushed into her mouth, sliding across her tongue. "Clean my fingers, Slut," Master Bill demanded. "They're covered in cum from touching your slimy body. Geez... How many men have you let cum on you?"
Sara didn't answer what she assumed was a rhetorical question. She instead focused on obediently sucking his fingers clean. But the emotional impact of his question hit her hard. She was defiled... covered in the seminal spendings of several random strangers, while more flooded her pussy. Surely, she must look revolting. 'How many men had she let cum on her?' That would be zero; she had no control over what these men were doing to her... She was being raped... gang-raped, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
She had been left here by her Master for the carnal entertainment of complete strangers. She was stripped naked and tied down, blindfolded and unable to see, her hands cuffed together beneath the small of her back, her pussy propped up by a pillow under her ass, her legs pulled wide apart and back, tied to the legs of the ottoman, exposing her completely. She was forced to wear a collar that proclaimed her to be a slut, a move by Master Scott that was no doubt intended to inflame the lust of these men, to provoke them to treat her with distain, as an object, a fuck-toy, and it certainly seemed to be working. Her S-L-U-T collar was tied to the front legs of the ottoman, holding her head back and down, in a perfect position for these lust-crazed men to fuck her throat like it was a pussy. They could callously ram their cocks down her throat to the balls, cutting off her air, forcing her to hope that they had enough mercy to eventually pull back and let her breathe.
Sara was utterly helpless, utterly humiliated, and despite all that, utterly aroused.
Sara's introspection ended when she felt an erect penis probing at the entrance to her flooded vagina. As it started to press inside, she realized that it was, indeed, quite large. Just how large became evident a moment later, as he pushed the head inside her and applied steady pressure to drive the shaft home.
"Oh my god," she breathed. "Go slow... please... you're so big."
He pulled back a bit, then pressed forward once again, this time going an inch or so deeper.
Sara began panting with the effort to deal with the fullness she was experiencing. She knew he wasn't all that deep inside her, but already she felt stuffed uncomfortably full.
