She stepped through the doorway into a dark, clammy room. She could not quite make out where she was. She squinted into the darkness, then hands grabbed her. Two pairs of strong hands gripped her by the arms, and started dragging her forward. A spotlight came on, highlighting a single post on a small circular stage. Chains dangled from a heavy iron ring at its top.
Carla struggled against her captors, but could not break their grip. She dug her feet into the ground, but only succeeded in breaking one heel, and losing the other shoe in its entirety. Once on the stage, her captors pulled her arms up above her head, locking her wrists to the chains. "What the fuck is going on?" she screamed.
The two figures stepped back, both dressed in long black, hooded gowns, not unlike monks. Carla peered into the darkened room, past the glare of the spotlight. Were there people sitting there? In rows? An audience?
The two robed figures stood silently, then, in unison, stepped forward. One grabbed Carla's blouse, ripping it open in a single movement, exposing the bound woman's firm breasts. There was a rippled murmur from the half-hidden crowd. Carla felt a hand roughly grasp her left breast, squeezing it firmly, then a tongue, more delicate than she would have expected, teasing her large round nipple. Sharp teeth clenched about the enlarged teat, pulling back, stretching both nipple and breast, then let go suddenly, making Carla gasp.
Her skirt was next to go. Ripped off in a single motion, exposing her stocking clad legs, and the bare triangle of her pubic area. She tried to squeeze her thighs together; hide her pussy from the crowd and the robed figures. Sweat beaded her forehead and upper chest, as the robed figures stepped back once more.
A third robed figure, bigger than the others, now stood close by, watching.
Carla, for the first time, became aware of music. A heavy, throbbing beat; Rhythmic. The first two figures turned their backs, facing the crowd, and threw off their robes. Carla gasped in surprise to see two well-muscled women beneath the robes. Their backs glistened with sweat, outlining the lithe muscles on their over-toned bodies. They were naked saving a leather thong, digging deeply between their firm, round buttocks. They turned, and Carla gasped again. The thongs, on their front, held large dildos. At least 8 inches long, and a good 4 or 5 inches around.
The women's breasts were not large, but their nipples poked out hard and far from the small dark oval of their areole. They approached, walking deliberately. In time with the heavy beat of the music. The crowd murmured some more. Was that a ripple of applause?
The women came up, one on either side of Carla, and pressed their sweaty bodies into hers. The cold hard plastic of the dildoes rubbing against Carla's midriff. They began to caress her body with their hands and tongues, moving up and down, as the stage began to slowly revolve. They squeezed Carla's breasts, pulling them to each side, taking the erect nipples into their hot mouths. Carla's head flopped back, as her eyes closed briefly, and she sighed.
