She hung limply in the restraints on the St Andrews Cross. Her lovely body shining with perspiration and her back striped with the marks of her flogging. Her head was hanging back and her mouth open. Her sobbing and crying had ceased and there was just the sound of her gasping for breath.
"She's out," said someone, "get her down."
Her restraints were released and she slowly slumped to the floor, breathing heavily and quietly moaning. Her ass and back were on fire where they had flailed her with the strap.
She was rolled over onto her back, her legs falling opening exposing her slit. A hand reached down and a couple of fingers pushed into her sopping wet cunt. Her back arched and she pushed up against the intrusion as she instinctively orgasmed, spasming and moaning loudly, her mouth open wide.
"God! What a fucking slut!' said someone, ignoring the fact that it was they who had made one..
They gave her some minutes to recover and then...
" Up, cunt!' commanded one of them and she slowly raised herself on her hands and knees.
Through tear filled eyes she looked across the room to where the three men sat on easy chairs. They had their erect cocks out and were playing with them.
"Crawl, Bitch! Another harsh command and she unsteadily crawled towards them.The cocks were hard as steel at the sight of the beautiful naked girl on her hands and knees, her full tits swaying as they hung beneath her, the nipples as hard as diamonds. Just looking at her showed that she was very aroused. Her skin shone with perspiration, as her pink tongue licked the soft lips of her partly open mouth, she could feel her swollen lips of her cunt between her legs as she crawled.