Meg tried to guess how many people entered the dungeon. She heard several sets of bare footsteps on the stone surround her. Some were louder and slower than others. She felt the presence of several new people and guessed anywhere between six and nine had entered.
Mistress veronica spoke up, "Ok, you all know the rules, but just so we're clear I'll go over them again. My pet is on display for your inspection. You may talk to each other but you may not address my pet directly. While she is on display, you will not be permitted to insert your cocks into any of her orifices. You are encouraged to touch and use instruments, but not permitted to bring her to orgasm. If you yourself orgasm, you must leave. Understood?" The group mumbled their affirmations.
While mistress Veronica recited the rules for what was about to happen, Meg lay helpless. It was one thing to fantasize about the games that would play out. It was another entirely to experience them first hand. Mistress veronica spoke up again, "Ok, get started."
Several people walked toward Meg. They rubbed themselves on her, lightly groping her all over. They massaged her legs, arms, neck, stomach, and ass. They caressed her thighs and calves. One man put his hands under her knees and held her legs spread wide apart while the next placed his hands on her ass cheeks and cupped her firm, supple buttocks. A woman knelt down behind her, buried her face in her shaved pussy, and kissed and licked the bottom of her ass crack. Two men ran their hands over her tits and sucked on her nipples. One pulled her disheveled hair tightly. Others took turns rubbing her clit and pinching her swollen labia. A pair of testicles found themselves into her bound hands. She felt a wiggling tongue slip into her asshole. Someone spit in her face and then someone's pussy began humping it, sliding her labia and and smearing her clit up and down Meg's face.
This disgusting assault was too much for Meg to handle but It was useless to resist. Her body went slack, held in position by mistress Veronica's binding ropes. Her mind retreated to the safety of denial and fantasy, away from the reality of her situation. Time stopped meaning anything. Her body felt numb. It couldn't help her. It couldn't save her. It was powerless. Her mind began to drift further and further until she almost felt like she could see herself from the outside.
The sting of mistress veronica's crop on her bare ass snapped Meg's consciousness awake and brought her back to her body. "No, no, you are to remain present," commanded her mistress.
"Yes, mistress," said Meg, frightened by her master's commanding tone.
Another set of hands grabbed Meg's tits and squeezed them together. Several more hands massaged her thighs, calves, ass, and inner thighs. An unknown female inserted a lubricated finger into her mouth. She flailed about as though trying to push away the intrusion, but her efforts were futile.
"What do you think, my sweet pet? Do you like feeling a crowd of strangers on your naked body?" The hot words rolled off the tip of mistress Veronica's tongue and sizzled against the walls of Meg's brain. She was a willing participant. Moreover, her body was close to orgasm and she resented it. No matter how repulsive the things that would soon happen to her made her feel, she knew deep inside that if she didn't submit, she'd regret it forever.
She nodded vigorously, unable to find her voice. She thought to herself,
Why am I here? I don't deserve this. Or do I? Should I beg to be punished? I've always been afraid to beg. Maybe I should now...
"Mistress, please I need to be punished," cried Meg resolutely. "Please let me cum." Her hand trembled uncontrollably in the air.
"What a sad, confused little girl," laughed mistress Veronica, smiling maliciously. She watched as a tear slipped from the corner of Meg's blindfold and ran black mascara down her cheek. The many hands, tongues, cocks, and toys that violated her retreated. Meg felt an intense pressure on her forehead as mistress Veronica sat her leather covered crotch on her face, pinning it sideways against the ottoman.The breathless sound of five sharp smacks reverberated throughout the room. Another tear dripped down Meg's face and two more lashings landed on her ass. Mistress Veronica raised her crop and swung it once, twice, three times. She hit her target every time, landing five loud, stinging swats on her plump, firm cheeks. The heat built quickly. Meg moaned and whimpered, hoping it wouldn't stop. If it stopped, then she might orgasm. Her desperate need for climax must be punished. But the sting of the whip was excruciating. She tried desperately to escape the paralyzing ecstasy building inside her, yet when she squirmed and wriggled against the suffocating weight of her dominatrix's hips, she only succeeded in attracting mistress veronica's attention.
The assault on her reddened ass paused and Meg felt relief as the ropes binding her knees and ankles to the ottoman slackened. She fell to her side twitching and sobbing. "You deserve more than that, but you have to prove yourself worthy of an orgasm, pet," explained Veronica. Meg felt her body being rolled over on its back and the undeniable scent of her mistress's arousal filled her nostrils. As Veronica's long legs bent at the knees to lower herself onto Meg's tiny face, Meg felt her thick, dark bush brush against her chin. With the rest of her body held securely, Meg couldn't move, could barely breathe.
A warm, moist, feminine taste touched her lips. She moaned, nearly drowning in her own saliva as she tasted mistress Veronica's exotic musk. Her succulent labia parted and a soft pulsating mound appeared. Mistress Veronica was fucking her mouth. Meg responded immediately by licking, sucking, kissing, nibbling, and chewing on every inch of her perfect cunt. She devoured it. The sweetness and the warmth were overwhelming. Meg's heart pounded wildly. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. The tension of the rope on her wrists left her body. Everything else melted away. The perverts in the room, her conflicted emotions, the guilt, her need to orgasm all evaporated. All she could focus on was this divine experience between her and her mistress. She felt purposeful again.
"Good girl," whispered mistress Veronica after a few minutes had passed. She began rocking her hips against Meg's face. Meg groaned as she felt drool drip down her cheeks and chin, mixing with the juices of her mistress's cunt. Veronica slid Meg's blindfold up so that meg could see the erotic sight above her while she suckled on her cunt. Mistress' long frame was leaned back, her left hand resting on the ottoman between Meg's legs. Her fishnet covered thighs bookended Meg's face and Meg watched entranced by Veronica's undulating, ink-covered pecs and abdominal muscles. She brought her slender but powerful hips forward and back, riding Meg's face like a a bucking bronco.
