Thanks for reading the third chapter in this installment. As this is still my first story I'm writing the chapters so they can be enjoyed without having to read the previous two chapters. As always all comments and feedback are wanted to improve or maybe even take the story in a new direction. Also, if you enjoy my writing style feel free to leave feedback with a story you'd like me to write.
Once again I find myself being lead across the dirty cold basement by the length of chain attached to the metal collar locked around my neck. I'm sure I look like a totally depraved slut to the many who are sure to view my ordeal that's being video taped. Here I am being lead around like a dog on a leash in nothing but pink open toe stilettos with 6" heels and ankle straps, white cotton ankle socks, and white cotton panties with a pink waistband, pink leg bands, and absolutely no back. Attached to my nipples are metal contraptions with clips and springs designed to train my nipples. Finishing off the outfit is a full face harness consisting of thin leather straps that go around my head, up and over my face, and under my chin, holding a large ball gag in my mouth.
I just spent the morning kneeling on the floor while three men completely defiled my face with spit and cum, ending in my abductor brushing my teeth with multiple loads of cum. I'm now lead to a small wooden table like object that stands high enough so that when kneeling on it, my ass and mouth will both be at crotch level.
When we finally arrive at the table my handcuffs are removed and my captor pulls on the leash so that I'm forced to climb up and kneel on the table. My legs are spread out wide so that my knees are at the edges of the table. Two of the men behind me each grab an ankle and hold it in place as they each flip thin metal shackles that are hinged to each corner of the table over my ankles, locking them in place so my socked heeled feet dangle over the edge of the table and my legs are forced in their open position. My arms are then pulled in front of my body and held together. They're then pulled down and between my legs to a similar pair of shackles that are located at the same edge of the table as the ankle shackles.
This forces my upper body and head to be pulled down against the table, where my collar is locked to a metal loop, arching my back and leaving my ass exposed. With my legs spread and my ass hanging over the edge of the table I am now completely vulnerable. Finally the men leave and I'm left alone to suffer in my uncomfortable position. I imagine they left me to give time for the drugs to take more of an affect over me. As time passes by I come increasingly more horny, and more and more disoriented and confused.
