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  “No one will, trust me. Now, come out at once. We have a schedule.”

  Mary obeyed and let the door swing outward. She saw herself in the mirrors clad in the bondage gear, which left little to the imagination.

  “My beautiful slave,” he moaned.

  Mr. White adjusted a few straps here and there. Mary felt her heart pound whenever his hands brushed against her naked skin. It was always exciting whenever she was compromised like this, completely dependent upon her Master. He reached behind her and tugged at the strap between her ass cheeks and Mary felt it grind against her pussy.

  He shook his head at her. “I’m supposed to bring you untouched to the event. It is hard for me, too.”

  The heat of her fully dressed Master enveloped her, and even though he only touched her lightly to adjust her breasts or the suit; Mary found his cold, clinical evaluation of her as erotic as if his head was bent between her legs, sucking her pussy.

  He bent on a knee and told her to spread her legs apart, and Mary obeyed, heat rushing to her face as he spread her labia apart and inspected her.

  His fingers slipped a little in her arousal. “Ah, good,” he commented. Smiling, he stood up and revealed the leash in his jacket pocket. He clasped it on her collar and tugged. Mary followed, her cheeks burning with shame.

  Mortified, Mary watched as two women dressed in dominatrix gear entered the bathroom and took in her sight. They sneered at Mr. White and tightened their leather gloves over their whips.

  “Come,” her Master beckoned impatiently.

  Mary shuffled forward, wanting to disappear on the spot. The dominatrixes licked their lips as she passed by. She gasped as she felt a small swat on her backside, and looked back to see one of them holding their whip upright, grinning at her incredulity.

  “I said, come.” Mr. White, who had seen everything, pulled on the leash.

  Mary’s face burned just as brightly as the mark the two dominatrixes had given her on her ass. At this event, her body would be shared among many. This was just the first taste. Mary queued up in a line to join the event, eager to get inside, but Mr. White pulled again and they walked to the front.

  “Ah, Mr. Black,” a rather fierce looking woman with excessive rouge on her lips and cheeks greeted her Master. “Please come in, we’re all looking forward to your event.”

  Her boss smiled at her puzzled expression. “It’s a pseudonym, darling. Can’t have the world knowing what I do in my free time.”

  They passed through a VIP door, and a scene of intense debauchery met Mary’s eyes. The ballroom had been transformed into a massive dungeon, which was separated into makeshift rooms for each fetish: Spanking, Paddling, Caning, Suspension, Flogging. There was quite a line for a room marked “Spanking,” which led to a burly man, who had a girl thrown over his knees.

  Mary was frightened by some of the scary scenes inside these rooms. In one, she saw a woman strapped to a dentist chair, electrodes attached to her genitals and nipples as she screamed in pain or excitement—Mary couldn’t tell. Finally, Mr. White led her into a curtained room which read: Group Sex.

  She had a brief view of the men lined up inside, but her Master pulled her aside and ran his hands down her arms.

  “You’re frightened.”

  “A little.” Her voice shook as she listened to the eager, male voices.

  “Don’t worry,” he said in a soothing voice. “You have your safe word, and I’ll be right there, watching the whole time. You will enjoy it, I promise.”

  She nodded like a good slave. Mary’s eyes met his insatiable, warm gaze and she wanted him to take her like he had in the elevator.

  He put a finger to her lips and shook his head. “No, it’s their turn. But don’t worry, I’m already excited.”

  He gestured to his slacks, and Mary saw that there was a tent in his pants where his erection rubbed against the fabric. He embraced her, and Mary felt his hot mouth on her neck. “Do you see what you do to me, Mary?”

  His hard erection dug into her thighs as he reached down and squeezed her ass. He kissed the throbbing vein in her neck and pulled away. “It’s time to appease the crowd.”

  The leash was unclasped from her collar and stuck back into his jacket pocket. He gently tugged on her arm and Mary suddenly found herself in a dark, curtained room filled with jeering, half naked men. A sheet of plastic was laid on the floor and her Master instructed her to kneel on all fours.

  Mary complied with her orders, looking at the line of shirtless men. Some of them were handsome with athletic bodies; others were average, covered with hair or overweight. It didn’t matter. She found the idea of being fucked by all of them exciting—the uglier they were, the more depraved she would feel. Like a sex object; her only purpose was to amuse her Master, who pulled up a stool and sat close to her head.

  He turned to the line and addressed the crowd. “Thank you for coming. If you could please have your tickets out and step forward so we can begin. Remember, no more than four at a time. No bruising, choking, or hitting of any kind. If my slave permits it, you may bite her, but not enough to draw blood. Let’s start with the first two, and we’ll add more once my slave is comfortable.”

  The first two hurried forward. One had a wife beater stretched over his fat stomach; the other was stringy and young. They handed their tickets to Mr. White, who pocketed them and nodded. In their hurry to drop their pants, they stumbled as they approached her.

  “Be a good girl and suck their cocks,” her Master commanded her.

  The fat man approached first, his huge purple head nudged her lips and she opened wide, tasting the bitter precum as she greedily pumped her mouth over his cock. The other man stood beside him, stroking his cock vigorously. The man who’s dick she sucked uttered small moans as her tongue stroked the deep vein on the underside of his member. Mr. White was close enough to see every detail, and kept uttering words of praise and encouragement.

  The fat man’s belly bumped into her forehead whenever his balls touched her lips, and soon his hands were fondling her hair, untying the bun on her head to let her long hair spill all over her shoulders. His hips began to rock back and forth as he sought control, and Mary gagged as he forced himself down her throat and held her there, his hand on the back of her head.

  The glistening cock slipped from her lips as she gasped for air, and the young man moved in front of her.

  “Now, suck his cock, slave.”

  His penis was smaller, but he grabbed her ears forcefully and rammed himself inside her mouth. She tightened her lips around him, and he moaned.

  “Spread your hips apart, Mary,” Mr. White said in a soft voice.

  She felt warm, greasy hands slide over her buttocks, and knew that the fat man was going to fuck her. She felt his belly press against her ass as he moved the bondage suit away from her pussy. His thumbs slipped inside her clit and pulled her lips apart; that was when she realized how wet she had been. Then his cock slipped inside with a firm jerk of his hips and Mary gasped around the man’s cock.

  “Swallow his cock.” Mr. White watched greedily as she fucked and sucked two men that she had never met before. His dick was so hard that he had to reposition himself. He ached to be the one slamming his cock inside his slave, but it was enjoyable to watch her suck off someone while her tits swayed with every thrust of the man behind her.

  The cock pumped inside her throat with the same frequency of the one slamming her vagina. Her toes curled against the pleasure building up inside her, and finally his cock jumped inside her, shooting his seed inside her pussy. The young man’s cock slid out of her lips and Mary watched his face, burning with exertion as he beat off his cock, the head still touching her lips.

  The fat man bumped his pelvis one last time against her as she milked his cock, then he pulled out. Mary could feel his cum slowly dripping out of her sodden hole. Then semen sprayed across her face as the man ejaculated. He pumped until little spurts splashed on her lips, and then he backed away. T
he fat man who had fucked her pussy came forward, thrusting his penis in front of her face.

  “Suck him off, go on. Make him clean.”

  Mary took him in her mouth, marveling at the difference in taste. Her pussy juice had coated it, and the musky taste increased her arousal. She sucked the head until the last drop of semen was licked off. “Don’t forget, every drop,” he kept saying.

  “Don’t wipe it off,” Mr. White warned, referring to the cum on her face. “Alright, the next three!”

  And three more instantly crowded around her. One wanted to fuck her tits, one wanted anal, the other wanted a blowjob and sex. Mary listened to them argue about who would have her first. It was deeply exciting to hear them quarreling for her body.

  “Mary, turn around and lay on the floor. You can all have her at once, or you can take turns.”

  Eventually, they decided they would have blowjobs first. Faced with three pumping cocks, Mary grabbed two of them and worked her mouth and tongue over each, stopping only when enough of her saliva had coated each cock. They grew inside her mouth and Mary paused before attacking the third penis. One of them disappeared further down and straddled her waist. She groaned as she felt him playing with the straps on her tits. He pinched one of her nipples until she yelped; Mary looked down and saw two clothespins firmly attached to her nipples. He shoved her breasts together and began to fuck her cleavage, his penis slick with her saliva.

  Now she was flat on her back, and they took turns sitting on her face to penetrate her throat. The man straddling her chest worked faster and faster, his frantic breaths echoing in the small room. His penis was so long, that it struck her neck with every thrust. He moaned, and she felt his essence spurt all over her breasts and neck. Gasping, he rubbed his cum in her skin, as if she would absorb it. His heavy weight then left her chest, and the two men whose cocks she was sucking slid out of her mouth.

  “You’re doing wonderful,” her Master murmured as she gasped for breath.

  One of them lifted her up and positioned himself directly underneath her. He had a hairy chest and he sucked on her neck. The other man straddled her waist on top of her. The man behind her grunted as he stretched her anus and guided his thick cock inside her. At the same time, the man on top, who looked middle-aged, eased himself inside her cum-filled pussy. She screamed as both men entered her holes and began pounding away.

  The hairy man underneath her had both arms wrapped around her abdomen as he railed her ass; the other had his hands on her tits as he threw his whole body into fucking her. Mary moaned and screamed; the pain and pleasure melting together into an indistinguishable blur.

  The feeling of two unfamiliar men fucking her at the same time, their sweat mingling with hers, fueled her carnal passion. The man on top of her shifted his hands to her knees, and Mary felt herself splitting open as he pushed down. Both cocks stuffed her methodically, slapping her flesh and slamming against her g-spot. The man beneath her reached up and squeezed her tits, mashing them together as he groaned in her hair.

  The one thrusting between her legs suddenly let out a guttural roar and he jumped inside her squirting her glowing canal. He slammed one last time and held himself there as her pussy milked him, and then she felt the cock in her ass stiffen as his hands clenched her breasts with bruising force, and there was semen exploding into her rectum.

  Mary couldn’t help it—she came hard, her pussy clenching as both cocks stuffed her, feeding her pleasure in a deep way. She panted as they slipped out of her, feeling deflated as the thickness left her holes. But it still wasn’t over. The next group of men came, four in number.

  “On your knees, slave.”

  She rolled over and went on all fours, cum sliding down her ass and pussy to slop on the plastic. A hand reached inside her clit to catch some of the cum, and she opened her mouth to accept the gift, swallowing every drop. She took more dicks in her mouth as someone mounted her from behind and began pounding her raw pussy. She felt her pleasure rock inside her with every bump of his pelvis, but nothing gave her more pleasure than the look on her Master’s face.

  His fangs protruded from his mouth, the bulge in his lap prominent and uncomfortable as he watched the next man skull fuck her. He could smell the sweat of all the men on her skin, and her sex filled his nose. It was an overpowering smell that made him want to tear her away from all of them and fuck and eat her.

  The men had gathered around closely, pumping their members as the low, male moans reverberated in the room. A string of cum shot over Mary’s back as one of them moaned. She rocked her hips, crushing her pussy against the man who fucked her. The cock inside her mouth filled her with its seed, which hit the back of her throat. He pulled out, breathing deeply, and someone took his place.

  The man behind her held her hips and began to fuck rapidly. She yelled as his hand came down hard on her ass again and again, and every blow allowed the pleasure to spread along her skin. And then he groaned and yet another man blew his load into her cunt. More strings of cum flew over her face and back, and then, someone wanted to suck her tits and pussy. Among all the sweat and cum, he laid her flat on the plastic and began on her nipples, sucking so hard that Mary whimpered. With his other hand, he scooped out the cum from her vagina. She was very close to another orgasm, and clenched around the hand as it slipped inside her.

  She shrieked as he bit the nipple, and Mary felt that every inch of her body was raw. She had been manhandled by a dozen men, fucked, spanked, cum in every orifice, and now her legs were being prized apart as his eager mouth bent between her legs. His tongue, hot and wet, slipped down her clit before his lips closed around it. Mary bucked as the tongue entered her, his mouth sucking on her pussy. He pressed his chin against her as his tongue dove inside her, lapping and licking. Her thighs clamped around his face as passion enflamed her senses. Mr. White’s face hovered over her, his fangs out. She grabbed his tie and pulled his face closer. Mary crushed his lips against hers, her tongue as eager as the one eating her out. She could feel the tip of his sharp fangs on the sides of her tongue.

  The tongue curled upward and Mary moaned into Mr. White’s mouth. He forced his fingers inside her dripping hole and sucked her clit—and Mary could hold on no longer. She arched her back as her pussy clamped tight over his tongue and fingers. She came so hard that she felt herself squirt into his mouth. Mr. White couldn’t help himself any longer, he shoved his slacks down and his glorious cock jumped up, ready to explode. He rested the bulbous, purple head against her lip and beat off. His tongue darted out to lick his skin and his neck was so red. Mary blinked as a thick load of pearly white shot over her lips, her eyes. His face was screwed up in concentration as he pumped his cock, determined to empty every drop on her face. When the last milky drops spurted over her lips, he wrenched her head to the side and bit her jugular.

  She screamed with pleasure at the two men sucking her. Warmth spread over her neck as her boss slurped greedily. Her thighs closed tightly like a vice grip around the man’s head as he sucked his fill of her pussy juice. Matthew White drank and drank, his tongue lapping the blood into his mouth as Mary felt more and more faint. She basked in the glow of her orgasm, slumping against Mr. White, who supported her head. Finally, the man lips made a popping sound as he released her clit and kissed her vagina. He was done.

  “You did excellent, my little slave.” Mr. White’s bloody lips whispered into her ear.

  He helped her to her feet and wiped the cum, sweat, and blood from her face with a fresh towel. Satisfied, the crowd had disappeared and everywhere had evidence of their debauchery. White milk stained the ground in streaks. It reeked of sex. He wrapped a towel around her to disguise her outfit and they slowly began to walk towards the exit.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?”

  “Yes, very much.” She was still out of breath from the ordeal—she doubt she would ever forget this event.

  Later, in the shower, Mr. White burst through the door and joined her inside. “I just can�
�t help it. I never got to fuck you.”

  She had barely washed all the semen from her body when he forced her against the shower wall, wrenching her legs apart as he thrust inside her swollen pussy. The water washed away the lubrication from her pussy, and his cock had to fight its way up her tight canal.

  “I need you Mary,” his fangs crunched down on the wound in her neck.

  The friction from his cock was incredible. She could feel everything. Every inch of his cock rubbing her tender walls and where the head tapered into his cock. He slammed upright, drinking from her as her legs clamped around his waist. She was a slave to desire.

  She yelped as she felt a tear in her pussy, and Mr. White slid out of her immediately.

  “No,” she protested. “Keep fucking me.”

  He had been too rough. With a guilty look in his eyes, he bent down and licked her pussy. Mary rolled her eyes in ecstasy. The hot water steaming her skin and the passion enflaming her body was almost too much to bear. His rough lips kissed and sucked her tender clit.

  “I made you bleed. I was too rough.”

  Mary didn’t care. She knelt down and tugged her lover upright. She roved her fingers through his wet, dark hair as his lips returned to her neck. She reached down and grabbed his erection, rubbing the head on her clit. Mary needed his heat inside her.

  He lifted her up and her leg hooked around his waist. Mr. White pushed his body forward and Mary gasped as his cock parted her lips and entered. It was as if it was her first time. She was sore, but part of that pain ached for him to fuck her.

  His thick member slammed her pussy, rubbing her back on the cold, wet walls. He sucked and Mary’s hands moved over his rippling shoulders, his gorgeous head. She loved the ache in her back and how her breasts were smashed against his chest.

  He gave the loudest moan Mary had ever heard and he crushed his pelvis against her. Mary gasped and shuddered as he came inside her, and the milky white poured down her thighs, the water washing it away.

  After they had washed and dried themselves, they collapsed on the bed. Mr. White, for once, had allowed her to sleep in his bed. As she curled up beside him and nestled under his chin, she felt a different sort of ache. It was emptiness. It grew in her chest the more she felt herself slip from his attention.