"I love being used."
"I'm a slut."
Kitty's mind raced. Why had she said that? They made her say it, her mind answered. She couldn't really want this...could she? She weakly struggled against all the hands carrying her across the room, but she didn't have the strength. The orgasms she had experienced had shaken her body and mind and she couldn't muster the energy needed to fight against these men.
They reached their new destination and set her feet on the floor and held her up by the arms. Hands holding her turned her and moved her backwards, lifting her up slightly as she felt something hard behind her.
"What's happening now?" she whimpered.
"Don't worry about it," a man's voice said. You'll really love this next part."
Kitty desperately tried to look around, but no spotlight had come on yet and everything was in shadows. That and there were several men surrounding her so she couldn't see much at all. As her back struck something hard, the men took her held arms and stretched the out and up. Kitty struggled but in vain. She felt cuffs of some sort being wrapped about her outstretched arms at the wrist.
Similarly, her legs were now being pulled apart, stretched open wide and she could tell they were being cuffed as well.
"Please..." she begged, "Please stop. No more."
No one stopped. Then the spotlight did come on. The men stepped away, leaving her, for a moment, with no one touching or holding her.
Kitty found herself strapped to a large wooden cross in the shape of an 'X'. Her hands and feet manacled to each strut, causing her to be spread-eagled. Kitty started shaking. She was helplessly bound (again) with all these men surrounding her. She couldn't believe all that had happened to her already and now they had more planned for her. She began to cry.
"Oh god, no more. Please let me go." She sobbed as the men began to approach her. "I'm using the safe word" she choked out. "Red! It really is a Safe word, Barry said so". You have to stop!" But she said the words without much conviction. She knew in her heart they weren't going to stop anything.
As if to prove her dire thoughts correct, one of the men chuckled.
"Oh, we have to do lots of things" he said, "But stopping isn't one of them." He reached up to squeeze Kitty's soft round breasts.
Kitty winced as he roughly played with her boobs. The man gave her twin globes a final squeeze and let go.
"But first, we must get you cleaned up. Looks like you have been ridden hard and put away wet!' He turned and called into the dark of the room. "Are the girls here yet?"
Kitty didn't understand at all. Girls? Then she heard the man with the gruff voice call out:
"Yes. Just got here. Let's get this going."
The man who had been molesting her tits nodded and turned towards the others.
"OK guys, let's go, give the ladies room to work and get our star ready."
There were a few good-natured grumbles but all the men who had been touching and fucking Kitty and more, moved away and in a few moments, Kitty was alone, hanging on the wooden 'X' and bathed in a bright spotlight.
Then, out of the surrounding shadows, figures began to emerge and close in on her. Kitty looked and realized they were women. Five women to be exact. They each carried a bucket and had washcloths in their hands.
The women were all very attractive, not that Kitty fancied women, but she was able to tell when a woman was good looking. They were all well-endowed and had ample rear-ends, slim waists and long legs. And all of them were wearing the tiniest string bikinis Kitty had ever seen. Most looked like nothing more than a narrow ribbon barely concealing their nipples. She could see their rounded, swelling areolas spreading out from under the flimsy straps. And they each wore a pair of 5-inch-high stiletto heels which only accentuated their legs. They swayed up to Kitty, put down their buckets and cloths and looked at the helpless woman.
"You poor thing" one of the women said, moving closer to Kitty and reaching out to slide a hand gently over her hips, "They really did a number on you, didn't they?"
The woman sounded sincere and regardless of the incongruous way they were dressed, Kitty began to hope she had found someone sympathetic to her plight.
"Yes. Please help me. These men, they..." The woman smiled and raised a finger and put it to Kitty's lips, quieting her.
"Hush now sweety. I know. These men like to make a big ol' mess and never clean up after themselves. Don't you worry, we'll take good care of you."
Then the woman leaned in, rubbing her breasts against Kitty's own trembling globes and kissed Kitty on the lips. Kitty felt the woman's tongue dart out and push into her mouth.
She was so shocked she didn't resist. The woman ran her tongue along Kitty's teeth and lapped at her tongue. Then she pulled away and turned towards the rest of the women.
"Ok Ladies let's get this girl cleaned up. And be gentle. She's had a hard day."
The women nodded and picked up their buckets and cloths and descended upon Kitty.
Kitty hung on her wooden cross and stared at these women as they approached her. She was still breathing hard from her previous exertions and from that kiss just now. Her body was shivering and covered in sweat. There was cum that had dribbled down her chin and onto her chest, courtesy of the mouth fucking she had recently received and some on her hands and side, where the men she had jerked off had sprayed their load on her.
The women surrounded the helpless MILF and started dipping their washcloths into the buckets. Kitty could see now that there was sudsy water in them. They soaked the cloths and then began to wipe Kitty down.
The water was warm and gentle hands and soft cloths began to slide up and down her arms, over her breasts and down her sides. One woman began to wash Kitty's legs, sliding the soapy washcloth up her inner thigh and brushing it lightly across her splayed open pussy while her round breasts managed to start to caress Kitty's leg. She could feel the woman's hard nipples stroking against her skin and it was like no feeling she had ever experienced..
Kitty gasped as the woman paid special attention to her swollen lips and stroked the cloth back and forth, sliding it up into the folds of her womanhood.
Kitty couldn't help it, she groaned at the woman's touch and trembled as her most intimate area was washed clean.
"OOOHHHH." Kitty tried to keep silent, but now someone was washing her poor abused tits. Instead of the hard pinching and pulling she had been subjected to so far, this woman was gently rubbing a soft cloth in circles over her nipples and along the underside of her breasts. Hot soapy water trickled over her and down her body.