My wrists were bound over my head as I stood helpless and naked. "Squirm for me," he replied mercilessly. This mastery over my womanhood was such that I could not speak, I could not even breathe. His fingers stroked expertly and every response except mewling was beyond my capability.
He wanted to see me squirm, and I definitely squirmed well. I don't think this bastard could have hoped of a better reaction from me. I threw my head back arching my body backward. I thrust my breasts forward till they pressed against the cloth covering his chest while I undulated my hips over his toying hand.
Apparently my reaction was satisfactory considering he spent considerable time coaxing me to writhe at his touch over and over and over. The tight grip upon my forearm released freeing both hands of my captor so he could double my torment.
His hands seemed to touch me everywhere driving me into a frenzy of need that was truly overwhelming. I moaned and squirmed, humiliating myself greatly. I had never been controlled in my life, had never met anyone strong enough, to possess me, to bend me to their will.
When at long last I could sense climax approaching, my tormentor laughed and withdrew his fingers! This time around he took me too far and I was unable to curb my disappointment. "NO!!!!....... I screamed, now regretting that he had seen my response..
"I have seen you squirm, now I will hear you beg," he said smugly. "If you wish to be touched, beg for it."
To my credit I hesitated for an instant. The thought of doing such a degrading thing purely for the amusement of this man, and doing it in his presence, knowing others were watching, gave me the determination necessary to resist.........I thought.
"I-No!" was all that came out. But it was a brief instant indeed. My sex ached in its emptiness. My body burned, demanding to be touched. I continued to squirm right where I stood. No one spoke for those long moments, no one had to. These 2 men, one behind, who I hadn't seen yet, watched me patiently. They were enjoying my anguish, certain that my bravado would be short-lived.
"No!" I screamed, feeling my determination crumble. It didn't help that the other man behind me persisted in teasing me while I contended inwardly with my dilemma. The man behind me fondled my breasts, playfully squeezing, then pinching my nipples so hard I thought my nipples would bruise. Little did he know I relished the space between pain and pleasure. However, my main tormentor (now on my left).... his assault was the worst. He moved his hands between my legs reaching around to firmly squeeze high on the insides of both my thighs. His fingers kneading the flesh at the very juncture of my ravenous womanhood and I squirmed in his embrace.
My distinctly obscene movements, within this cell, where showing these 2 men an unmistakable confirmation of my heat. I was disgusted with my treacherous body for such a demeaning reaction. Even so, I could not find the strength to stop myself as I attempted to entice the man toward bringing his hand slightly upward.
Yet he refrained from indulging himself, the entertainment he found with my torment was evidently just too great. Although he would not touch me in the manner I longed for, the bastard did eventually see fit to wrench my sex open with his thumbs.
"OHH!" I gasped with wide eyes, unwittingly meeting the gaze of my tormentors as he spread the fleshy folds of my sex.
"No, I. . ." At that moment I thought I would die of shame.
"Aaahhh! Noo! Not just from what they were doing, but because I knew what I was about to do.
"I-I can't-bare it!" Through all this harassment my need continued to rise to a point where I could not hold back those dreadful words.
"A-all right, all right," I whispered. "Touch me, I beg that you touch me."
"Fuck me plzzzzzzzz!!!!"
"My, that didn't take long at all,"
