She stood, silent, with her head bowed, her feet spread beyond shoulder width apart and her hands held behind her back. She was wearing only the heels, stockings and garters. The rest of her clothing lay piled around her feet where she had dropped them off at his direction.
She stood on a platform raised slightly above floor level from the rest of the room. The platform occupied the center of the large room and around it were arrayed chairs, set up in theatre fashion. Much like theater in the round, it put the focus of attention on the huge round mattress that dominated the center of the raised platform.
She stood at the edge of the platform. He had arrayed the lights such that she was the center of a bright spot in the center of a room that remained so dark as to be almost impenetrable to the eye.. He had brought her in and placed her there. At the time she was wearing her street clothing and didn't think to much about it. Then he had begun to talk to her. He talked about her sluttish ways and her need to be used. He recounted all the deviant and perverse acts in which she had willingly participated. He described her body in ways that made her feel humiliated. He talked to her in this fashion because he knew it aroused her. He knew how uncomfortable it was for her to hear him talk about the things she found arousing. The only thing she found more degrading was to be forced to talk about them herself. He ordered her to begin undressing.
He had her remove the blouse she wore. She wore the half cup shelf bra as he had ordered. Her nipples were already hard and erect. He ordered her to remove the skirt. She slipped it down her legs and let it pool around her feet. He had moved around her just out of sight in the darkness beyond the scope of the stage lights. He commented on her ass and her tits. He ordered her to remove the bra leaving her as she was now.
She could barely see him because of the glare from the spotlights focused on her. She knew where he was but could not make out any details. She knew that, as he talked, he was moving around her. What lay beyond the lights was a mystery.
"Listen to me, Erica. I am bringing a few friends in to look at you. So try to not embarrass me."
"Yes Sir."
He moved away and the room became silent, the darkness seeming to swallow any sounds save her breathing and the sound of her beating heart. This was new. He had never done anything like this before and a slight sense of dread gnawed at her.
She heard a door open at the back of the room and could make out the sound of feet shuffling on the hard surface of the floor. The low murmur of voices oozed out of the darkness. A thin stream of light flashed into the room and then disappeared as the door shut. She heard the lock being thrown.
Footsteps approached the edge of the stage. The faint squeak of some sort of rubber soled shoe was the only indication that anyone else was in the room. Slowly, her Master and a man appeared as ghostly apparitions in the darkness. They stopped just short of the full glow of the lights, remaining faintly shadowed. The other man was of average build and really rather plain looking. He was the sort that unless something out of the ordinary happened in a crowd, he would go unnoticed. She watched as the mans eyes moved up and down her body as they approached.
"Erica, this is Bill. Say hello to Bill."
"Hello Bill."
"Ok, Bill. Tell her what you just told me."
Erica saw Bill's unremarkable face split into a wide toothy grin as his eyes seemed to focus intently on her breasts. He seemed to be talking to them instead of to her.
"I think you have great tits. I want to slap them back and forth while my cock is in your pussy so I can feel it clench."
She felt her nipples tighten again as he spoke. She shifted slightly on her feet causing her breasts to sway slightly back and forth. Bill licked his lips hungrily.
"Thanks Bill. Now Erica, tell Bill how that makes you feel."
She instantly colored. He knew that she hated to have to talk about her emotions or how she was feeling or reacting to something. To have to describe her arousal was intensely humiliating. She also knew that it turned her on unbelievably.
"Please Sir."
"Tell him, Erica!"
She stammered for a moment.
"I. . . It... .I'm turned on."
"Describe to Bill how turned on your are."
The flush on her face deepened.
"It makes my nipples hard, Sir."
"Hear that Bill? Her nipples get hard when she hears you talk about slapping her tits around and fucking her. She is certainly quite the slut."
Bill nodded.
The two men turned and stepped back out of the light. The light flashed briefly and she was again alone in the pool of light in the lake of darkness. The door opened again and in a few minutes he reappeared with another man. She could not see this man as well. He seemed to be part of the darkness. She could tell that he was a huge black man with wide shoulders and huge hands. No other discernable details could be seen in the darkness with the exception of the huge smile as he looked at her.
"Erica, this is Al. Say hello to Al."
"Hello Al."
"Al tell Erica what you told me just now."
"Erica, I want to ram all 14 inches of my big cock up your cunt. I want to pound it into your cervix and stretch you wider than your pussy has ever been stretched. I want to use my monster cock to make scream and then fill you with cum."
She stifled a groan as she listened. Her knees trembled and she felt the wetness oozing from her pussy, threatening to drip and run down her thigh.
"Ok, Erica. Tell Al how that made you feel."
She looked down at the floor. She wanted to curl into a ball on the carpeted stage.
"It made my pussy tingle Sir."
"And are you turned on slut?"
"Yes Sir."
