Sarah took several deep breaths, he adjusted his feet and started vigorously thrusting into her. She emitted a mix of whining and swearing through clenched teeth that blurred into one indistinguishable groan. The straps did their job, keeping her fixed in position but the whole structure shook and rattled as he pounded her deaf to her cries. It wasn't a long show, barely a few minutes before he finished with a groan of his own.
It was short but far from sweet, a display of hard aggressive fucking and a woman pushed to her limits and perhaps beyond. Maria couldn't understand why a woman would put herself through it, after all, she didn't seem to get any pleasure. Yet this woman returned time and time again. Even as they unbuckled her and she collapsed to the floor she had a look of satisfaction that contrasted with her previous contortions of agony. Maria felt her own emotions torn, both shocked by what she saw yet transfixed by the whole thing. This wasn't so much voyeurism, but more car crash rubbernecking.
Once things had calmed down it was time for the next draw. Again an experienced girl took to the stage and a man called forth. She recognised this one from a previous sex party where he had given her jaw ache and a lot of pleasure.
Penetration was swift, a blasphemous yell filled the air and she moaned like a whore as he enthusiastically hammered deep inside. Maria watched in awe as the straps struggled to keep the girl pinned down and the whole apparatus shook as his muscular thighs drove his cock back and forth. It reminded her of a ship's surgeon sawing a leg off a wounded sailor who both screamed in agony yet was grateful for the service. Her ass destroyed in under three minutes, it took two to help her to a chair while the rest threw praise upon her.
In between bouts the girls would top up their glasses, swivel on their chairs and gossip about their ex or that bitch from work. But at the chink of the hostess's glass, silence would fall. Like ancient Romans, eager to see the next Christian thrown to the lions, the group held its breath at each draw. The hostess would build suspension, drawing out the ritual and looking at girls in turn before tapping the barrel with a big "come on down."
When Maria heard her name called she knew it was her last chance to back out. A cold shiver ran down her spine and her legs turned to jelly. It was only morbid curiosity and the charged atmosphere that carried her to the front.
"Go on Maria, you can do this," she said to herself as she stepped out of her skirt and draped her body over the barrel. The hostess slipped a loop over each wrist tightening it as much as possible before pulling down and stretching Maria's arms glueing her to the barrel like a limpet. Next, her ankles were fastened and her legs pulled apart, finally, the thick padded strap was laid across her back, Maria was definitely going nowhere.
Maria looked out at the sea of faces gazing at her. The leather-clad barrel she was strapped to was still wet from the previous woman's sweat and the restraints dug uncomfortably into her wrists. Thoughts of what she'd just witnessed ran through her head as she pondered how she got here and whether she could take what was coming.
Two loud raps on the door and all eyes turned from Maria. Who was he? Stranger or past lover? The one thing she could be certain of was he wouldn't have a pencil dick. He gave her bottom the customary playful slap, more noise than sting, then ran his finger up her crack. Maria guessed he was checking she hadn't cheated by pre-lubing.
She felt him get into position snuggled between her legs, his cock laying flat in her crevice giving her the first indication of its size. He prised her cheeks a little further apart and pushed his cock down so the head pressed directly into her anus. The pressure eased for a second but felt an eternity as she braced herself.
Maria jolted with a yell as his cock bit into her like an angry viper. Death where is thy sting? Maria's ass knew the answer. With one hard push, he had broken through and filled her completely. He held still as electric shocks danced around her ring and a deep throbbing pain filled her. Maria panted, "fuck, fuck, fuck," her ass pulsating as it tried in vain to eject him. His cock writhed inside as he made the final adjustments, her rectum unfurled around it with a twang as Maria panted and clenched her fists.
When it started there was no gradual build-up, no gentle exploratory probes or thoughtful penile caresses. From the first thrust, he pummeled her backdoor like a debt collector. Her ring stung as if it were kissed by the crack of a whip upon each thrust as his shaft smashed its way up, battering her relentlessly with a dull thud, thud, thud, that sent shockwaves through her body with the repetition of a stick run along iron railings.
The barrel rattled beneath her like an old cart over a cobbled street knocking the air out of her lungs. Her passage pulsated with each push and pull, expanding and collapsing as every burning, grating stroke was driven into her then seemed to suck her insides out like a giant sink plunger before rearranging her organs in a game of visceral Tetris.
Then as suddenly as it started it stopped, his cock rippled as he shot three large loads in her that cooled the burning as he slowly withdrew his cock leaving a trembling chasm in its wake. Maria was shaken, her ass still ached and throbbed as if if were still being pounded. A couple of girls caught her as she collapsed off the barrel as her straps were unbuckled.
Yet as they helped her to the recovery corner, Maria felt she had gone ten rounds of boxing and was victorious.
