Tonight was going to be a very special night, she could just feel it.
Although she'd only been with her new boyfriend Michael for a few weeks, Elaina could already tell he was different. He was exactly what she needed after her last few relationships, men who were just using her for sex, who didn't really care about who she was and what she needed.
It's not like she wasn't used to men treating her like a sex object. Tall and redheaded and very, very curvy, Elaina had started developing early and just didn't seem to stop, eventually finding herself needing to special order bras to fit her massive chest, and always struggling to fit her big, round ass into the latest pants or dresses. She knew how men looked at her, and the more they stared the less she wanted to show them.
That's how she knew her feelings for Michael were special, because when he invited her to this party, a big fancy networking event or however he described it, she couldn't wait to find the perfect outfit so he could show her off to all his colleagues. Instead of trying to find the blandest, most shape-concealing outfit, like she would in her everyday life, she went on the hunt for the perfect dress for her body.
And now here she was, confidently swaying into the courtyard of this huge, beautiful mansion, wearing a sexy, sparkly, curve-hugging, cleavage-showing green dress, the color contrasting her red hair perfectly, the long slit on the side showing her entire leg with every step. Elaina usually avoided heels, she was already too conscious of being taller than most men, but tonight she wanted to stand out. She's even squeezed herself into a corset to hide her little tummy. Michael had earned that.
That wasn't all he's earned, she thought to herself with a little smirk, thinking about the cute pink panties and lacy strapless bra she had on underneath. He'd been so patient with her about wanting to wait, wanting to not make their relationship about just sex. He was so sweet and understanding, but tonight was the night, she was sure about it. Michael was going to get whatever he wanted, starting tonight.
Speaking of Michael, there he was, looking handsome as ever in his navy suit, casually chatting with a man she didn't recognize. As she made her way over to him he noticed her, and she saw his eyes nearly pop out of his head when he got a good look at her all dolled up. She noticed the other man's eyes on her too..all over her.
"Sweetie, you made it! You look absolutely incredible, I can't believe I get to have a vision like you on my arm." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before turning to his companion. "I'm a lucky man, aren't I Bruce?"
So Bruce was his name. Shorter and on the chubby side, his hairline was receding and his suit was a little rumpled. But what really bothered Elaina was his eyes..they were on her. Still.
"Yeah, not bad.." Bruce grunted out, his gaze not moving from Elaina's generous cleavage. She was almost certain he licked his lips a little, then didn't even try to hide it when he craned his neck to see how her dress clung to her round asscheeks. "Huh..well..I'll be seeing you later then.." The fat little troll wandered off, and not a moment too soon for Elaina's liking.
"Oh god, who was that guy? What a creep!"
Michael gave an apologetic half-smile and shrugged, "Ah, that's just Bruce, he's not the most diplomatic. Don't worry about him, he's a little forward, but he's harmless."
"Okay, but let's try to avoid him tonight just the same." Elaina reached out to take Michael's hand as she finally took a good look around the property, and all the people mingling.
It seemed like most of the action was going on outside in the courtyard so far. A big rectangular space, smooth cobblestone on the ground, with tables and chairs dotted throughout. Large fire pits helped light the party, the sound of crackling fire making the whole event feel awfully romantic. Of course the big fountain in the middle of the courtyard helped with that too.
What a gorgeous place
, Elaina thought.
Perfect for a wedding. Maybe. Someday.
As Michael walked her through the party he pointed out people he had worked with in the past, doing something or other, but honestly when he talked about work she kind of zoned out. It's not that she didn't care, it was just so boring and nonspecific. One well-dressed man who worked in his industry looked much the same as another well-dressed businessman, and the only woman she took note of was the middle-aged lady who looked a little like Bruce, short and chubby and kind of surly. Come to think of it, there weren't many women at the party..but businesses can be like that sometimes.
Elaina took the drink Michael handed her, she hadn't even noticed the waiter pass by, and took probably too big of a first sip. As the alcohol hit her she giggled a little,
must be more nervous about tonight than I thought
, but she just squeezed her boyfriend's hand tighter and kept walking.
They met a few more of his..friends? Coworkers? Still wasn't totally clear how they all knew each other. They seemed nice enough, but she always felt like they were staring at her body a little too long, a little too intentionally. It was probably nothing.
Suddenly the ground seemed to be coming towards her face, and Elaina yelped in surprise, before being caught by Michael and lifted back to her feet. "Careful on these stones, they can't be easy with those heels on! We almost lost you there." He kissed her affectionately on the nose as she realized that she must be drunker than she thought.
Why are there two glasses in my hand? Did I have another?
"I think I should sit down for a minute, I'm not used to walking in these things."
Michael lead her to a bench next to the fountain, facing the house, but she could barely make it out now. The room facing the courtyard looked big, but strangely empty. No furniture, no nothing, just a few men in casual clothes walking around, carrying some kind of..thing. It's all so blurry.
Are those TV screens?
"I'm so sorry Michael..I didn't mean to drink so...much. I'm so tired now. Why am I so tired? I just think I need to...to..."
And then there was just darkness for a while.
"...ies and gentlemen..."
Wait, what is that voice?
"..the main event..."
I know that voice. What's going on? Why is it so dark?
"...moment...been waiting..."
Michael? Is that you? I'm so confused...
The first flash of light was the worst, it burned her sensitive eyes. Then, slowly, she could see again. Elaina blinked many times, having trouble understanding what she was seeing. It was...her? On TV?
Why am I on TV? Where did Michael go? Am I...wait why am I...I can't move!
"...and here she is, Miss Elaina McKay, your big titty, fat-assed, tight-cunted fuckdoll for the evening!"
Elaina's eyes started to register what she was really seeing on the screen across the room, even as her ears struggled to process what she was hearing. It was her, yes, but not how she was just a few seconds ago. Or at least it felt like seconds ago.
She was naked, head to toe, except for the heels she had worn for Michael. The camera must've been to her left, because the picture was her body from the side, her arms and head locked into a black metal stockade, her midsection locked in place by another thick, metal ring, a spreader bar forcing her knees uncomfortably far apart.
What the fuck.
"MICHAEL?! SOMETHING'S WRONG MICHAEL?! HELP ME, PLEASE!"
She could hear laughter from the crowd she now noticed, someone muttering "dumb whore", then more laughter. She tried to turn her head but could barely move, the motion making her fat, hanging tits sway, causing a sharp pain in her nipples.
The camera angle on the TV screen changed to show her tits, and she could see now that they'd been pierced, with metal bars stuck through them, and those bars were attached to chains, chains which seem to lead up towards the stockade.
Elaina screamed out again for help, tears starting to stream down her cheeks, begging for anyone to please help her, to let her go. "WHERE'S MICHAEL?! SOMEBODY FIND MICHAEL!!!"
The TV cycled through different camera angles, one showing her pretty pink pussy from below, her neatly trimmed red public hair on display, another showing a similar view from above, the shot framed on her tight, virgin asshole.
She saw her own face on the screen, eyes puffy and red, tears flowing, her long red hair tied into pigtails on either side of her head. Then it changed again.
MICHAEL?
"She didn't make it easy, didn't even give up a sample of the goods. Can you believe that shit, 38HH tits and I don't even get a titfuck! So make sure you give it to the stuck up bitch good and hard for me tonight. Paul, you were the big winner last month, so you have the honors this time! Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Paulie!"
It was all a set up. Michael made her feel special, feel loved, feel wanted..and now he was giving her to this crowd to rape her. She screamed and cried, repeating "No...no...no..." over and over again as the TV switched to show her exposed pussy, and the hard cock lining up against it.
Before she knew it he was inside her, the stranger's cock pushing right past her pink pussy lips, not caring that she was screaming no, not caring that she was bound and trying to fight him off, not caring about her at all. Elaina heard clapping and cheers over the sound of her own sobs, her arms trying to break free but the tight restraints only digging into her wrists.
