The Weighting Game 1

I had ordered you to kneel, chest forward next to a fucking bench, and had blindfolded you. You heard me greet a number of people as they came into the room, who started chatting and making both appreciative and derogatory comments about your body on display. Eventually, at some signal you couldn't see, the crowd quieted, and I started to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, slut here has agreed to play a little game tonight, but she doesn't know the rules or the other players. Let's fix one of those right now"

I remove the blindfold, and you're greeted by about a dozen folks, a mixture of femme-presenting and male-presenting, some of whom you know and a few you don't. What they all share is a piercing, hungry look directed at you.

"Take a good look, slut, you won't be seeing much of anything for a while" I say as I put the blindfold back on.

"Now, I think she needs to get into position. Any volunteers to help?"

An uncountable number of hands lifts you up from your kneeling positing and manhandles you over the fucking bench, taking multiple opportunities to twist nipples and labia and drag fingernails on skin. Once laid over the bench you are buckled in, completely restrained, face down.

"Now, let's explain the rules of the game to slut. Right now, my associate is attaching four weights to the main attraction; one for each nipple and one for each labia. This chest of condoms is yours to use, you already know if you're on the list that doesn't need one. Each of you is allowed to fuck slut as much as you like, but the game is this. If slut can tell, just from your fucking of her, that you have fucked her before, and she yells "Yes!" one weight will be removed. If she yells "yes" and is wrong, then whoever is currently fucking her gets to spank her ass 50 times. If any weights fall off naturally in the course of events, they will be replaced. After some light restorative massage of the area, of course. We're not monsters."

The crowd gives an appreciative chuckle at this as you squirm and start getting wetter at the implications.

"Since vocalization is going to be critical to the game, slut's mouth is unfortunately off limits. The game ends when either she guesses correctly four times, or you all give up on exhaustion."

"And now, we're ready to begin!"

I get very close to your ear, and whisper "Are you ready, slut?" You whisper back, "Yes, sir," your voice shaking with anticipation. You can't see but maybe you can feel my feral smile as I slide noise-cancelling earphones over your head, making sure that all you get to play the game by is touch.

For a brief moment, there is nothing but the feel of the restraints on your ankles and wrists and the weights pulling on your wrists and labia. Then the first player plunges a thick cock into your cunt, and your whole world narrows to trying to remember the feel of it to ensure your release.

All sense of time and place is lost to you. A weight falls off your labia, and you feel hands you think you recognize carefully massage the area and replace it. The sensation sends you over the edge multiple times, but what does the edge even mean at this point?

After a number of cocks you've lost count of, you're sure you've felt this one before, so you scream out "Yes!". After a pause that feels subjectively like hours but was probably two seconds, you feel a weight removed from your nipple, and the fuckings continue. Time passes, and you know you've felt the cock in you before, so you scream out "yes!", and a weight is removed from you labia before the fucking resumes again. You're so deep in headspace you can't tell if you're happy or sad that you might be halfway done, and so lost in the your own thoughts that partway through your ... seventh? Tenth? Thirtieth? cock you yell out "yes!", fairly confident that you have felt this tool fill you up once already.

The first sign that you guessed wrong is when a hand hits your ass with such force that you can't draw breath for moment. That same rains down on your ass for what you assume is fifty beatings, but asking you to count right now would be like asking you to fly. You feel your cheeks, top and bottom, flushing deeper and deeper red until they suddenly stop, and your cunt is being filled and fucked once more.

Now you're nervous, doubting yourself as you let a few players fuck you until they come, some in condoms and at least one bare... bare... wait! You know this cock, you know how it feels pumping cum into you, so you choke out a screaming "Yes!". A pause, just long enough for you to tense your now-cherry-red ass, and then a weight is removed from your labia. One weight remains, and your fuckhole is now just a gravity well of wet need. Its a blessing and a curse when it is filled again. More cocks pass, you've given up any hope of counting, any hope of winning the game, and you are collapsed into the bench, letting the sensations wash over you and not sure whether you should pray for an end or pray to pass out.

One more cock fills you, and through the haze of headspace a bell rings far off in the fields of your mind. Faint at first, but getting stronger with each thrust is the certainty that you know this cock, your cunt recognizes it like a fingerprint, and you know that it is mine. You summon what's left within you and scream out a "Yes!" just as I am coming in you, and you feel the last weight removed as I slip out of you.

Your limbs are unbound, and you are slowly lowered to the floor, cradled in the embrace of someone. The headphones come off first, and sound rushes in like a hurricane; you come just from the sensation of it. The blindfold comes off and you blink your eyes to see my face, smirking a combination of pride and care and lust. Still staring at you, I say to crowd, "Thank you for your participation in the game, ladies and gentlemen. In the next room there's water, and fruit, and a little memento of our day here. You all did wonderfully, and we'll reach out about future games."

The crowd shuffles out, and I carry you to a waiting bath and bed.