We shuffled down the path, chained together, to an unknown fate. The drums got louder as we turned off on the small path toward the clearing. My chest heaved in fear and perspiration ran down between my naked breasts as the flickering torches came into sight. The people were in the clearing and they started to yell and strip off their clothes as we came into view causing Susan to stop. The man leading us yanked on the chain connected to Susan's collar and forced her to stumble forward followed by me and then Sandy. Sandy wasn't expecting the sudden pull and fell to her knees. One of the blacks with us immediately whipped her across her shoulders and ordered her to get up. I could see the slight red mark on her shoulder as she let out a yelp of pain and scrambled to her feet.
As we were led toward the stage, many of the people milling around took the opportunity to touch us. I tried to twist away when the first hands touched my breasts, but the pain across my back as the whip landed caused me not to resist as hands ran over my body. The two other women under went the same treatment as the crowd closed in on us.
They stopped us in front of the stage and unhooked the chains that had connected our collars. I felt hands grasp my arms and place me up in front of a large frame. From each lower corner there was an iron cuff connected by a short chain. The slave manacles were taken off of my ankles and when I realized that they intended to chain me to the frame I panicked and kicked out. Quickly my legs were grasped by several of the men as they easily spread my legs and cuffed them to the corners.
My hands were freed momentarily only to be cuffed over my head leaving my body helpless and spread before the crowd. I could feel the embarrassment rise in my chest, my face and the swell of my breasts turning red with shame as they tilted the frame back about 45 degrees. Tears ran down my cheeks as my slit was exposed to everyone in the crowd, open and available to anyone that wanted me.
I shuddered as the drums stopped and screamed when I saw the old woman that had "painted" Susan that first night. She had another carcass in her hand as she approached me and I pleaded, "No, no, no, stay away, Pleaseeeeee." I begged her to leave me alone as I felt the wetness of the blood when she started below my breasts and ran the headless bird down to the beginnings of my pubic hairs. I heard a buzz, as the grotesque red of the blood against my white skin caused the crowd to work it's self into frenzy.
As I tried to fight against the iron cuffs that held me, two other old women joined the first in front of me. I begged them to let me go, but without a word one went to either side of my body and to my horror lowered their heads to my breasts and began to suck on my nipples. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, please, please", I sobbed as I felt the nipples harden under their tongues, their hands lightly running their fingernails over the underside of my breasts and down my stomach.
My body jerked when I felt the tip of the third woman's tongue barely graze my clitoris, her fingernails running lightly up the insides of my thighs, ended when they came in contact with my pussy. I tried to close my legs, but the iron clamps held them open as the old woman's tongue left my nub and ran the length of my slit. My breathing had become ragged as she suddenly pushed her tongue several inches in me; Causing a moan to escape from my lips, my body responding in spite of the fact that I being raped.
In spite of the circumstances the pleasure began to build in my loins and breasts as the women played with my bound body. The crowd had gradually fallen silent as more and more of them watched the women prepare me for what was to come. I've never experienced anything like it. The women were very good at driving me close to orgasm, concentrating on my clitoris and nipples, and keeping me there for several minutes before stopping and denying my desperate body the orgasm it craved. They followed this by several minutes of time when the stimulation stopped and then, after my body had backed away from the edge and I had calmed some, beginning again with their mouths and hands.
Soon I lost all control as I strained to stay in contact with the women's mouths. I felt like my clitoris was 6" long as the woman drew the nub into her mouth and lashed it with her tongue. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, PLEASE, PLEASE." I begged as I felt myself on the edge of a huge orgasm, but the three women again stopped their stimulation as the one said to me. "Please, please what? White Bitch! Tell us what you want and we'll see what we can do."
I groaned in frustration as their mouths once again started to push me toward the edge. By this time I was crying and begging to cum, but still they denied me what I so desperately needed. My nipples were wet and hard as stone from the suction and the light rubbing of their tongues. I gasp and tossed my head as I felt my clitoris throb, the old woman's mouth pushing me toward the massive orgasm that in my fevered mind would completely consume me.
"OH, OH, NOW, NOW, PLEASE, PLEASEEEE, DON"T STOP, DON"T STOPPPPPP", I gasped, but suddenly they quit and I thrashed against the iron manacles trying to push my body against the women and reach the orgasm I so desperately needed. Sobs racked my body as I was once again denied and I collapsed, the manacles holding me against the frame. My head was turned to the side and greats breaths of air filled my lungs as I frantically tried to cool the flaming need in my clitoris.
