Apparently because me and The Almighty haven't been on speaking terms since my divorce, he's not answering my silent pleas for someone to stop the madness about to take place. A spotlight finally hits me and blinds me temporarily. I still can't see where I am, but the extension of my senses helps me to realize that I'm laying on some bench – a short bench where my ass is barely hanging onto the edge. I also realize that I am not alone. Mr. Andrew the Wicked has joined me in this cold room. He isn't alone though.
As I look around the room, I notice that it is filled with men. White men. Some hispanic men. A couple black men. Several Asian men. All these men are wearing black, and holding a white candle. A burning white candle in each man's hand, except for Andrew's. Andrew is naked. He's pretty easy on the eye, except for that long hard erection hanging between his legs. That thing looks like a fucking monster.
I hear whimpering again, and look off to my immediate right. It's Misty, but something is different about her. She's usually ebullient, and effervescent. She's a downright charmer – hell the woman works as a VP in sales for a pharmaceutical corporation. This isn't the same woman though. She's withdrawn, and not holding a candle. She looks like someone roughed her up a bit. Knowing her background in martial arts, I have a hard time reconciling this fact to what I can see. She's whimpering and maybe bleeding, and it's that sound that scares me more than these assholes watching my naked chained body breathe.
Andrew begins talking to the group of men, but its in a different language. Misty apparently knows the language, because when he concludes his little speech, she is wide eyed and looks scared for me. If I could scream my damn head off I would, but I swear on everything I love that I can't. The muzzle coupled with the fear of the unknown & his wicked intentions have stripped me of my voice.
Andrew comes closer to me, but he's holding a knife. His intent is clear when he brings it up to my face, then traces it down my naked form. If I move, I die. Painfully & slowly. The whole time this metal object outlines my breasts, belly and pussy, his eyes focus on mine – sharp gray to frightened brown. A wicked smile plays on his slightly plump pink lips and serve to show his eagerness towards my pain rather than his good looks.
He places the knife down on the floor next to me, and his cold hands slowly spread across my body. I squeeze my eyes shut while his fingertips pinch, pluck and pull my already hardened nipples. They hurt so fucking bad that I whimper. The instant the noise passes from my lips my head is jerked suddenly back by my hair and his crazed visage assaults my face.
"Don't make a sound." was his whispered threat. I cower at the violence behind his eyes and blink as the tears that formed in my eyes have finally spilled. I flinch when he removes his hand to gently wipe the tear streaks that leak into my ears. Soft kisses fall onto my cheek, next to my lips. His lips nibble from my chin down to my left nipple and a hand slides down to cup and roll a breast briefly before settling between my opened thighs and slowly stroking my opening.
I am training my body to not react to his touch. I am determined to not get wet for this man. He is not deserving of my body, and should feel no right to be inside me in any way. His intentions however were that my body would be easily trained to do his bidding – and as determined as I was to not react to his touch, my body betrayed me.
How does one begin to explain the war between the sensations of the body and the thoughts of the mind? How the hell does one begin to fathom the depths of despair when the last vestiges of hope to end this eternal and internal conflict result in the complete failure of all reason? Reason would dictate that I could control my body and its sensations. But the fact that this monster can make me so wet so easily, by playing with my cunt and licking my tits when I don't want to react to his onslaught leaves logic by the wayside.
After mere minutes of toying with my prone shackled form, my hips buck and my stomach seizes, while my body tries to milk nonexistent ejaculate from his fingertips. He smiles around the nipple that he's still sucking on and brings up the two fingers to present the evidence of his masterful achievement of will over mind to the awaiting audience. The men murmur in agreement. One of the men asks Andrew a question, again in that strange language. Andrew nods his assent, and within seconds I feel a pair of lips gently kiss and lick the remanants of my arousal. I try to look down, but again, my head is jerked back violently. I lie still, staring into those metallic eyes while I feel the slight stubble of facial hair graze and rub against my sensitized mound while lips belonging to a man other than Andrew pleasure my girlie parts.
I dare not whimper, or make a sound is the message clear in Andrew's eyes. My eyes slide shut and I come hard all over this other strangers lips. A third pair of hands, tickle and rub my side as a new mouth encloses over a nipple. A fourth pair of hands place a blindfold over my eyes before my mouth is forced open and a hard cock is slipped in. The hands, teeth, lips and tongues that touch, bite, lick and finger my various orifices and body parts keep me in a constant state of arousal. The man fucking my mouth shudders, and I feel his hot cum fill up my mouth. Andrew whispers to me, "Drink it, my sweet."
Wanting to avoid further pain, I dutifully close my lips and swallow the seed down my throat. A mouth kisses me, and tastes the cum I just swallowed. My body is uncontrollable in the wild sensations of rampant sex that it imbibes freely now. Another cock fills my mouth, with a different taste, texture and smell. It is rammed repeatedly down my thoat causing me to gag violently around it, and I am turned on my side to vomit the remants of my nights meal of Chile Colorado and the cum I had just swallowed earlier. Hands soothe and caress me and that dick does not make another appearance for the night. Hours have passed by now, and my body is spent from the amounts of cum that I have given and received. In everything that has happened, no man has penetrated my pussy or ass with his dick.
The mask is removed from my weary eyes, and as I adjust to the light, the men are back into their positions, with one missing. Misty is still looking at me forlornly, but there is a hint of jealously behind her eyes as well. If she would like to trade places, then my black ass was surely willing to do just that. Only Andrew is next to me. I didn't think it possible, but his dick was harder then it was before all that time had passed. The best way to describe this man's cock would be as a pussy breaker. It was large, cut, and had a thick mushroom head. My pussy was sopping wet, and even in the state that I was in, I swear that the only thought I had in my head was "will that monster fit?".
I made the mistake of looking up at him, and he smiled at me. It was warm and genuine. He settled between my thighs and lined up his cock with my wet pussy. He leaned forward just before entering me, and whispered, "Don't hold back beautiful." With those words he plunged forward slowly and ceaselessly. He filled me up to beyond capacity. Once he settled his body inside mine, he paused so we could adjust to the other – him to my wet tightness, and me to his hard thickness.
He kept those steel colored eyes trained on me, as he fucked me incoherent. I screamed each time I came, and I noticed that many of the men had taken their cocks out and were openly stroking them while Andrew fucked me. Soon, his dick was sawing in and out of me so quickly that it looked like a blur to my still semi-fuzzy senses. Suddenly his cock expanded as he pushed himself entirely inside me, bumping into my cervix. He grunted out loud, and I felt his ejaculate empty into my semi-willing body.
Gingerly he stroked himself down to softness in my body, as I heard the groans and grunts from the other men in the room. Andrew bent his head down to my opening and ate the remnants of our cum out of my sore abused pussy. He brought himself up to me and kissed me fiercely before leaving me alone with the masturbating men. As each man got close to ejaculating, they would get close to some part of my still prone body and ejaculate on me. By the time the last man had finished cumming on my body, my face, breasts, stomach and pussy were covered in cum. My beautiful natural hair, which was braided into neat cornrows, were soaked. I couldn't open my eyes without the ejaculate running into them. I felt filthy.
Feminine hands released the handcuffs and assisted me in standing up. Walking proved to be difficult, and Andrew came back into the room, freshly showered in a towel and picked me up to take me into the luxurious bathroom. He bathed my drenched body, and toke down my cornrows and washed my hair slowly and gently while nibbling on my ears. Once I had been thoroughly cleaned he placed a 1" thick diamond collar necklace on my neck and led me, naked save for the new jewelry, back into the room with the men with a hand on the small of my back. The place where I laid was an altar of sorts. All the men placed their candles on it.
"So you are all intrigued by my little Tiffany?" was Andrew's question to the room. I schooled myself to not look at him, because I should have known that he would know everything about me from Misty. Andrew brought his head close to mine, and said aloud to the group that his beauty has pleased him greatly.
"However. Li would do well to know her vast treasures." A handsome asian man of indeterminate age, and indescribable beauty came forward. "For your obedience Tiffany, you may enjoy as much time as you want with Li." said Andrew. His face never showed emotion, but his steel colored eyes had softened. Li took my hand and gently took it too his lips, staring intently into my eyes as he did so. It carefully grazed over the stubble of his facial hair, and just as I realized that he was the first man to bring about my most sensational orgasm of the night, he led me off to another room where he spent copius amounts of time bringing me to orgasm for the rest of evening.
