Been a while since i added to this. I have had some very flattering emails so I thought Angela's night should continue
Angela surveyed the room of masked men.
Bids were being made, each number thrown out across the room at her captor indicating an interest in furthering her humiliation.
Richard had ensured that she was fully aware of what was going on... about the feast he was putting on for these men... a feast where she was the main course. A menu of sexual deeds for a room full of complete strangers who were now assigning monetary figures to her holes.
Angela was resigned to the fact that a large proportion of these men would be entering her at some point tonight. What's more it sounded like most of them were going to have unprotected sex with her as well. Her most sacred place that until 2 days ago was the sole property of her loving husband was now to have many men's seed gushing around inside of her.
Hate entered her being. Shame entered her being.
These feelings were overpowering her as she looked around the room at these men in various states of undress... These feelings were ever present as she tested her restraints to see if she could break free if she wanted to...
These two emotions screamed almost as loudly as the bids bouncing around the room.
Her hate wasn't directed outward and neither was her shame. Her shame of being a piece of meat on an auction block was making her horny... and she hated that she wanted it to continue.
Several drops of pussy juice had made their way down her inner thighs and she was sure everyone in the room knew that her mind was loving what was happening.
"Any last bids?" Angela snapped back into the moment. "I'm throwing it back to the floor for one final time. Remember the top five bids stand." One hole penetrative sex going once... twice..." Richard paused for theatrical effect. "Sold. Gentlemen can you hold up your numbers please." Angela now noticed each of these men had what looked like ping pong paddles with numbers on them to identify them. It was like a genuine auction house, everything done professionally. She wondered how many times this had been done as it seemed so routine, so well rehearsed and so polished.
"Congratulations gentlemen," Richard stepped forward. First course has totaled almost $2700. With Nigel taking top spot with $1k.
A round of applause briefly filled the room.
Richard leaned over to Angela and whispered in her ear "I think you best be ready for some activity past tonight. We have never raised so much in such a short period of time and as I said earlier when we hit a certain target it becomes a multi-night event." He began to free her wrists from above her and reattach them to her collar. "Nigel and I go way back. He's another member of the 9" brigade. A nice way for you to start."
A middle age black man wearing only a smile and a balaclava stepped forward. Already sporting an erection. Veins visibly engorged along his black member. He paused in front of her. "You like?" Angela's eyes were wide and focused on what was only the second black cock she had ever seen first hand. This one was about the same length as Richards but it was darker... somehow it looked more menacing with a pronounced curve along the full length.
Richard and Nigel helped Angela to the floor and released he ankles from the spreader bar. "No need for you to bang your head slut." There was that word again. Is that what she had been reduced to? A slut? And more disturbing than anything... was she loving it?
"Nah... there will be plenty of time for banging tonight. And I for one am looking forward to banging your throat soon u filthy white cunt." This caught her off guard. Until this point it had been almost cordial. This guy was crass. This voice was almost aggressive. She looked to see a skinny olive-skinned guy approaching. "I get you soon bitch. This is going down your throat." Then she saw it. It certainly wasn't as thick as they cock which was just about to enter her but it was long. Obscenely long. It was only at half mast but already it was the longest cock she had ever seen. "and bitch... I'm only the second longest in the club. Tony's wouldn't make it down your throat, it's way too thick. Have fun Nige." He gave an almost comical thumbs up to Nigel, took two steps back and started slowly stroking himself hard as another feeling entered Angela.
This was a feeling of fullness. Nigel had struck home in one violent shove. A scream through her ball gag was met with cheers from the room. "Wow guys. She's fucking wet. So tight too. Her cunt feels like hot silk. And I can feel her clenching me." He drew back slowly and threw another hard thrust up her well lubricated pussy. Another scream, slightly muted this time, more a moan than scream. Another thrust. Another moan.
"Oh no," she thought. "I'm going to cum... I'm enjoying this."
Nigel started a rhythmic pace. Slow... almost casual. Each time removing his cock out of her and firmly back in. Her moans meeting each thrust. She raised her legs around his back in an embrace. This way she could control the action a little. This was helping her focus on her own orgasm. Forgetting the room full of men who were there for only one purpose.
Two sets of hands grabbed her ankles and wrestled them wide. Securing them to ropes attached to furniture.
"Oh no Angela. None of that now," it was Richard. "You are an object for us to use. How WE choose. Our speed. Our slut."
Nigel upped the speed. Angela started to cum.
"I can feel her cunt twitching guys. She's loving this."
Richard unclasped her ball gag. She grabbed a few deep breaths and wet her lips. " Oh God Richard..." she breathed in his direction. He got down on his knees and leant into her, "are you trying to say something my dear?"
Her orgasm abated. Nigel kept thrusting. Almost conversationally . Not hurried. Each thrust seemingly going deeper".
She looked into Richards eyes. Her body jerking with every thrust. "You have to stop this." From behind his mask she could see his eyes smiling. "Not a fucking chance! You agreed. MY slut. Remember?"
Suddenly her orgasm returned.
Nigel picked up his pace... his breath was laboured... a grunt here and there... he pulled out and grabbed his cock and pointed it at her tits. "Ahhhhhh." The first orgasm of the night was evident on her body. Well... not quite the first as she had already cum twice and that's not to mention the activity that her and Richard had earlier prior to the crowds arrival. What was most important about this orgasm was that it mattered... whereas hers did not. Not to anyone but Angela.
"Good... my turn." Number two knelt above her head and waited for Nigel to extricate himself and grab a towel. "Open your mouth cunt." Angela did not want to. There was a look of almost confusion on her face as he directed his cock to her lips. She looked at Richard" he mouthed "OPEN YOUR MOUTH" to her. "Oh well" she thought to herself, "let's do this."
Resigned to her fate she parted her lips and he pressed forward. A little wider. Her teeth still acting as a barrier to this long invader. He pressed more. Still meeting resistance. All of a sudden he withdrew and moved back above her head. He placed he's face inches from hers. "Listen Cunt!" It was aggressive and uncaring, "Open your fucking hole. I'm going to throat fuck you. The only choice you have is if it's going to be over in 2 minutes or 20. Get sucking."
Throat fucking? She had never done that. He moved back into position. She was slightly fearful. "Richard will protect me." she thought. Knowing she gives a good blowjob (never had any complaints) she decided to accept this guy in her mouth. Regretting that she didn't have use of her hands to help she accepts her fate and opens her mouth.
Instantly she was fighting her gag reflex. Wanting to gag but unable to do so as he plunged deep into her throat. And started humping. Humping her face like it was a cunt. Humping her with no recognition that her body was jerking all over the place as an indication that she was fighting for breath.
His full ball sack smacking her face with each thrust. Smack! Smack! Whack! Almost punching her. Angela's wrists secured to her collar, ankles wide. He picked up pace and buried his cock all the way down her throat and then froze. Angela's mind raced. She had been able to grab a couple of lung fulls of air and she froze in fear. She could feel his cock jerking in her throat and warmth moving into her belly.
And out of character he gently removes his cock and moves off.
Angela coughs and sputters.
The room fills with cheers and she's snapped back to the realization that she's the main attraction at this fun park this evening.
Tears fill her eyes as fear subsides. And a third body positions itself over her and continues the experience.
This new guy is gentle. Almost loving. A nice size cock. No feral comments. Just a rhythmic fucking almost as if there's no one else in the room. Angela looks into the eyes behind this mask. Young eyes. Deep brown eyes to match his dark brown skin. Almost a normal fuck. Almost love making. She smiles at him as he increases his pace. Then she has a terrible realization. She doesn't feel on the edge of an orgasm. The first guy had her on edge at the first thrust. Even the feral guy had her nearing an orgasm but this guy not even close. Nice size cock. Nice pace. Nice physique. Nothing. "Why?" She thought. "What's wrong with this guy?"