Chapter 1 -- Preparing the Offerings
After leaving the club, Nova decided to take a short-cut through the alley to get to her car. It was late in the evening, dark, and not a very smart plan.
As she passed an alcove in the shadows, a hand reached out and covered her mouth while a strong arm circled her body below her breasts, pinning her arms tightly at her sides. "Don't move cum-slut, and you won't be hurt," whispered the tall man into her ear. "I'm going to uncover your mouth. Not a sound or you will regret it. Put your wrists together, palm to palm behind your back." Nova complied, and in so doing brushed against a very hard, very large cock in the tall man's pants. "This could get interesting," thought Nova.
The tall man used his free hand to slip a double-loop of rope around Nova's wrists, followed quickly by two more turns and cinching all the loops together. A blindfold and ball gag was added. Then a second rope loop was slipped up her arms to her elbows. He gripped her elbows to pull them together while the elbow loop was pulled taut. A couple of additional turns were followed by three cinch loops, pulling Nova's elbows together until they nearly touched. A soft moan escaped Nova's lips as the pressure pulling at her shoulders forced her tits to stick out prominently.
Nova was turned and pushed through a door that she had not seen in the alcove. It was warm inside, and loud with the sounds of five or six black men playing cards. The tall man announced "The entertainment is here - who wants to go first?"
Nova had recognized Tex's voice immediately, and hearing the pet name "cum-slut" knew the game was on. Apparently, Tex was about to give her the fantasy gang bang they shared. She was glad she dressed provocatively that evening, intending to be a cock-tease at the club, though it now looked like the "tease" was going to "put out" - and in a big way. Nova was a beautiful blond, about 5'8" with nice tits, a very nice ass, and a very pretty, almost innocent looking face. The innocence was misleading to say the least. Behind the innocent mask lurked a true slut.
Tonight she was wearing a lavender sleeveless top with a scoop neck that displayed her ample cleavage modestly when standing, and immodestly when leaning forward to tease the boys back at the club. A short leather skirt barely covered the tops of her black sheer stockings encasing her shapely legs. On her feet were a pair of 5 inch lavender pumps that screamed "come fuck me!" Silver earrings dangled from her ears and were complimented by a thin silver chain around her throat.
Beneath this exterior she wore more lavender in the form of lacy lingerie. An underwire bra held her ample breasts together to best display her cleavage, with thong panties and garter belt to match. Nova knew she was one hot bitch, and that her clothing would further inflame her molesters as the layers were removed.
Nova was resurrected from her contemplation when Tex whispered something in her ear. "I'm sorry this may not be exactly like our fantasy. I got into a card game with these guys tonight, and before I knew it I was down $10,000 - which I don't have. They were going to break every bone in my body if I didn't come up with something valuable. Fortunately, I remembered that you were going clubbing tonight. So I gave them you. Your ass is theirs for the night. Well, actually our asses are theirs - and their friends."
Then out loud so all could hear, "Gentlemen, Nova is yours for the night to use as you see fit. No permanent marks or damage."
For the first time, Nova was scared - very scared.
One of the men, Bill, got up from the card table and took command. "Tyrone, James, Mike - strip the bitch and get her ready. Joe - you come with me and we'll make sure Tex gets a ringside seat. Charlie, you go down the street and get the girls." The five men at the table got up and went about their assigned tasks.
Joe and Bill went about handling Tex. "We prepared a very special seat for you," said Bill. "Take off all your clothes; turn around and cross your arms behind your back." Tex did as instructed. Bill wrapped a leather sleeve around Tex's crossed forearms and tightened the laces. Leather cuffs were placed around his upper-arms, and a strap was fed through D-rings on the cuffs and fastened so that Tex could not separate his arms to pull them out of the forearm sleeve. Tex knew from experience that this binding would render his arms useless, but comfortable for a long duration - unlike Nova's elbow tie.
Bill then pushed Tex toward a sturdy looking, armless wooden chair. Two things caught Tex's attention immediately. The first was the rather large and realistic black dildo sticking up from the seat. The second was that the chair was bolted firmly to the floor. "All this bondage gear and the chair weren't just thrown together in the last hour," thought Tex, "these guys are players, and Nova and I are in serious trouble."
"I hope you like the chair, it will be your home for the night," Bill said. "If you want it lubed, you'd better get started. You have one minute."
Tex understood the ramifications immediately and quickly knelt down in front of the chair. As he leaned over to place his mouth over the head of the rubber phallus, he suddenly realized how dry his mouth was. "Shit," he thought, "better do the best I can." With that, he started sliding his mouth up and down the fake cock trying to work up as much saliva as possible. There wasn't much.
"Here, let me help," he heard Bill say.
Suddenly Tex felt a hand at the back of his head pushing down -- hard. He started to gag and the pressure eased a moment, then another push downwards -- a little harder this time. About an inch of black dildo went down his throat before he started to retch. Again the pressure eased briefly, only to be reapplied. This continued until about four inches of fake phallus was embedded in Tex's throat and his lips were only two inches above the seat of the chair. Bill held Tex at that depth and leaned over close to his ear -- "my cock's longer and thicker." Tex didn't like the sound of that. Bill pulled Tex's head up and almost off the dildo then pushed down firmly until Tex's lips were pressed against the seat.
Bill pulled Tex off the black dildo and said, "Time's up."
Meanwhile at the other side of the room, Tyrone, James, and Mike were busy with Nova. While James held her, Tyrone and Mike inspected the merchandise, one fondling her right breast, the other her left. As they began to knead her tit-flesh, soft moans escaped Nova's gagged mouth. At that, Tyrone's hand slide down her stomach and past the leather skirt until he reached the smooth, firm nylon covered thigh. His hand gripped her thigh tightly.
"Spread bitch."
