1. A Christmas Gang Bang in Connecticut


    Date: 3/2/2020, Categories: Fiction Author: Mojavejoe420, Source: sexstories.com

    ... breasts, squeezed my ass, someone pulled my hair. They started pushing me back and forth; me in the center of these five rough guys. Again, I would have fallen but they always caught me. Hands grabbed and tore my dress. This big black guy rubbed his enormous cock against my stomach and I grabbed onto it for stability. I felt the others close in on me, there cocks rubbing on my ass, my side. Where’s Cooper, I thought. He was supposed to protect me! This is too rough! Someone grabbed my pussy hard, his fingers slid right up inside me. Goddamnit, I was wetter than I’d ever been. All these hands kept pulling and grabbing at me, pinching my ass and squeezing my tits painfully hard. They pushed me to my knees and these cocks came towards my face. Oh my god. I’m in heaven. A loud whistle blew and the guys stopped suddenly, and then backed off. What the fuck? Oh, there’s Coop over by the metal bars, naked and with his handsome cock at full attention. He crooked his finger at me, indicating for me to come to him. I took a step and he just hollered “Down!” That motherfucker is going to make me crawl? On this dirty floor in front of all these people? A wave of humiliation swept over me as the crowd roared at seeing me; this (previously) well-dressed socialite now in her shredded dress, crawling nearly naked across the concrete floor. My pussy tingled like crazy. When I got to Coop, he produced some black leather ankle and wrist cuffs, each of them with a large brass ring attached. He ...
    ... slowly attached them to me, then he produced a thick black collar. He held it high in the air for all to read the four large chrome letters. Then he showed it to me. C-U-N-T He knows I don’t like that word, not really under any circumstances. I have withstood enormous amounts of pain during some of our sessions as he would try to make me say it. I cried and shrieked and screamed for mercy, but I wouldn’t say it. He would eventually give in when my blood started to flow. (And yes, we have safe-words. I just don’t use them much.) He buckled that collar tightly around my throat. The pressure was tighter than I would have liked. I tried to say something but the crowd was too noisy as Cooper produced a bright red ball gag. I reluctantly opened my mouth and he jammed it in. I had never worn one of these. I didn’t like the idea at all; it just seemed stupid to me. But tonight was a night of new adventures, and he buckled it on tight. As he lead me into the iron bar contraption, I saw how it worked. Obviously the measurements we sent in a week ago were followed to the letter. A bar ran right under my waist, so as I crawled over it on all fours, it sat right where my legs bent forward and supported me. Two guys in construction outfits came out to help. With their cordless nut drivers, they clamped another bar across the back of my knees and bolted it to the floor. I felt a tugging on my ankles as they were chained to something. These fuckers placed a bar under my neck and bolted it ...
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