7 comments/ 68454 views/ 76 favorites Bound for Change By: ArtyGee As always, this is a work of erotic fiction and if you continue to read this you do so of your own volition. None of the events described herein have ever happened. Although I encourage readers to give me feedback both positive and negative, nasty anonymous comments are not appreciated and will be deleted. If you enjoy this story, please take a moment to register your vote with the stars at the end. . * I really had thought it was a good idea. The website looked quite professional and Eric would be there the whole time to make sure things didn't go too far. It was the wildest thing, by a long shot, that I had ever contemplated doing, and the more we talked about it, the more real the possibility became. After 7 years of marriage, the fires of passion had begun to dwindle down to a few coals. Eric had talked me into being a little more adventurous in the bedroom and had introduced some light bondage into our sex life. Although it had never been something I was interested in, apparently Eric had fantasized about it since he was a teenager. For almost a year now, Eric had been tying me up in various predicaments, some quite elaborate, and taking advantage of my helplessness to satisfy his fetish. Initially I was a bit reluctant, but it seemed harmless enough between consenting adults. Except for the odd unintentional chafe or rope burn, he never hurt me in any way. As time passed, I became quite comfortable with the helplessness of being bound, and came to crave the teasing and eventual release of my "forced" orgasms. Encouraged by my acceptance, Eric often included me in his web searches for new "ties" and predicaments. We spent many nights surfing the web and discussing the things we saw and thought to try. It was on one of those surfing sessions that we discovered a website that had a tab called "Model Call". Eric insisted that we click on it and it took us to an area of the site which solicited women to become bondage models. Eric was instantly intrigued, but I was quite apprehensive. It was one thing to have my husband tie me up at home and manhandle me to orgasm, it was something else entirely, to consider doing it while a stranger took pictures. But Eric became obsessed. He returned to that page repeatedly during our surfing sessions and began talking about it whenever he had me restrained. Fantasizing about another man in the room taking pictures. Once when he had me blindfolded he began talking in a strange accent and taking pictures of me. It was a bit disturbing at first, but when he finally made me orgasm, it was volcanic for us both. As time passed, Eric's continued return to that website and role play fantasy, began to desensitize me and I started to see the erotic potential of posing for strangers. As I began to come around, Eric pointed out that one of the model categories was for clothed models, and really started to work on me to at least try that. When he offered to take me on a Caribbean cruise with the modeling fee, I finally agreed to give it a try. When Tyler met us at the studio, I was smitten. He was a hunk with a capital H. Tall and swarthy with a muscular body showing through his tight clothes. He was very understanding and gentle as he answered my questions and allayed my concerns. Yes Eric would be there the whole time. Yes there would be a safe word. Yes I could stop or take break anytime I needed. No we wouldn't be alone, his rigger and lighting people would also be at the shoot. My first impression of the man was that he would be both accommodating and gentle, and would do his best to keep me safe and as comfortable as possible. When he showed us his portfolio of clothed bondage shots, I was convinced. Although they were securely bound in all manner of poses, all the women were fully clothed, and there was no hint of fear or concern on their faces or in their eyes. When I agreed to sign a modeling contract for a clothed shoot. I glanced at Eric sitting beside me and saw the clear outline of his hard cock in his slacks. A little voice inside my head wondered if Tyler was having a similar reaction, but he seemed to be all business as he asked me about my measurements, dress and shoe size. He told us he would be choosing an outfit for me. Something a bit revealing, but not too much. Nothing I wouldn't wear out clubbing for example. It was about a week later on a Saturday, that we returned for the shoot. True to his word, the outfit Tyler had chosen was a bit risqué with a rather short skirt and button front silk chemise. He had even chosen a black lace push-up bra and black French-cut panties. Not being used to wearing hose and garters, it took me a little longer than normal to change, but when I came back to the studio, Tyler was extremely complimentary. I could see the gleam in Eric's eyes as he watched me walk into the studio in the sexy outfit and extreme high heels Tyler had provided, but the other men seemed oblivious as they went about their business. The studio lights and flash umbrellas were all set up and there was a secretary chair and desk in the corner. Tyler instructed me to sit in the chair and relax as Andrew the rigger approached with several lengths of rope. First one ankle, then the other were wrapped in rope then tied back to the base of the chair. Tyler was taking a few shots as the tie progressed, and I was a bit nervous that I was having difficulty keeping my knees together. I needn't have worried as the next rope went around my legs below and above my knees forcing them tightly together. With my legs tightly bound in this manner. Andrew politely asked me to lean back in the chair and put my hands on the armrests. It didn't take long before my arms were wrapped to the chair from wrist to elbow. At various intervals, I tested the bonds and found myself to be quite immobile. As Andrew continued to secure me to the chair, my arousal began to increase. This was really happening. A stranger was tying me to a chair while three other men watched, one of whom was taking pictures, and another was my husband, who I could see, was trying to conceal a raging hard-on. I was becoming aroused, but at the same time nervous about being bound before four horny men, but when I looked around I saw that Eric was the only one who seemed to be affected in that way. Tyler began taking many more pictures now that I was truly bound and asked me to struggle a bit for the camera. I pulled and leaned this way and that but could not loosen the ropes one iota. I hardly noticed that my skirt was riding up as I struggled until I saw Eric's eyes glued to my legs. I asked Tyler if Eric could pull down my skirt a bit, but Eric told me not to be silly. With my knees tied together there was no chance of over exposure. My predicament was beginning to play on my mind. I was exposing a little more than I had intended but was still safely covered. This loss of control and Eric's refusal to help me recover caused my libido to notch up to a whole new level. I increased my struggles a bit which resulted in a flurry of camera activity. When Andrew approached me with a ball gag, I nearly panicked. I had known this was coming, and we had even discussed a safe signal for when I was unable to talk, but I wasn't sure I was ready for it yet. When he stepped behind me I opened my mouth to object, and he unceremoniously popped the ball between my lips and buckled the strap behind my head. Once again I started to struggle and once again Tyler went to work. I almost used the signal, but the smile on Eric's face calmed me and I began to enjoy the feeling of helplessness at the hands of these strangers. Now Tyler was on the move. He came in tight for several close-ups of my legs, feet, hands and arms bound tightly to the chair. He took several shots of the ball stretching my lips and and the straps pulling back the corners of my mouth. He made sure to capture the string of drool that escaped to leak down my chin. When Tyler retreated, Andrew returned with another long segment of rope which he wrapped around my waist several times, then up between my breasts and over the back of the chair. I was now completely fixed in place. I struggled, pulled and grunted to no avail. I was completely helpless, at the mercy of these men and it was turning me on like nothing before. This time when Tyler stepped in for close-up work, I saw him pause, then sniff, then smile. I was so focused on my bonds that I had not realized that my pussy was betraying me until I saw that little smile on Tyler's face. Suddenly I too caught the scent of my musk rising from my leaking pussy. He must have seen the realization dawn on my face, because he turned and walked over and whispered something to Eric, who nodded in response. When Andrew started to unbutton my chemise, I really started to panic. His strong hands were right there at my breasts. I was afraid to struggle for fear of tearing the buttons or rubbing myself on him as he worked. I was so scared that I couldn't even choke out the safe sound we had agreed upon. He must have seen the panic in my eyes and he turned to look at Eric. I could hardly believe my ears when Eric simply smiled, nodded and told him it was OK to go ahead. With the buttons undone down to below the bra, I was now showing a generous amount of cleavage and a goodly bit of the tops of my breasts over the bra. When I looked down to see how much was exposed, I saw that my struggles had also caused my skirt to ride up beyond the stocking tops to show a bit of thigh and a hint of the panties which were now soaked with my juices. My mind was a blur as Tyler shot several more close-ups of my gagged mouth, and the drool that was now leaking onto the exposed tops of my breasts adding to the sheen of sweat already there as a result of my struggles under the hot lights. The last few shots were with the camera directed at my lap, capturing my humiliating exposure there. After that, Tyler turned away from me and called it a wrap. Andrew was there in a flash, removing the gag and quickly undoing the ropes to free me from the chair. As he worked he gave a steady stream of praise for my performance, telling me how well I had done, how great the pictures were going to turn out. He was soon joined by Eric who also sang the praises of my performance. I was a little disappointed that Tyler didn't have any compliments for me at all. That night at home, Eric was a wild man in bed. He couldn't stop talking about the photo shoot and how exciting it had been. He told me he'd had a full solid erection during the entire shoot, and almost came in his pants when he allowed Andrew to unbutton my blouse. Although I hadn't noticed him, the young guy doing the lights had rubbed himself through his pants as I had struggled and drooled on myself at the end. Reliving the session through Eric's eyes gave me a new thrill and I was wet and ready when he pushed me onto the bed and fucked me until I screamed. It was only a couple days before we got the e-mail from Tyler indicating that my pictures were up on the site. Eric and I waited until after dinner before we sat at the computer and logged on. I was as nervous as a cat as I watched Eric navigate to my pictures, then shocked as I saw the first one pop up on screen. We had surfed a lot of bondage sites and enjoyed pictures of women in all manner of restraints, but this time I knew that woman. That woman was me and I looked hot. By the time we got to the last shots in the session we were both in heat. Eric had a raging hard on and I was soaking through my panties again. In bed that night, Eric rode me like a stallion and made me cum repeatedly as he did so. We surfed to 'our shoot' time and again over the next few weeks, and Eric even started teasing me about how I felt that strange men and perhaps couples like us, were likely masturbating as they clicked through my pictures. Although I was a little shocked at this suggestion, it always made Eric harder than a rock and he began teasing me about it with increasing regularity. Once again, the repetition and excitement desensitized me until I joined in with his fantasy. Coincidentally, around that time, we got an e-mail from Tyler asking if we had any interest in doing another session. Apparently my first photo set had generated quite a bit of positive feedback from his members and a number of requests for another post. Eric was instantly aroused. He became obsessed and talked of nothing else day and night until I relented. When we contacted Tyler, he was quick to return our message and arrange a date for our next session. The closer we got to the appointed date, the wilder Eric became. He kept up a steady stream of fantasy talk both in and out of the bedroom, He restrained me in many helpless positions and teased me mercilessly while I was restrained. Through it all he kept reinforcing the scenario of my being at the mercy of strangers, and slowly relentlessly he pulled me along into his fantasy. When the day finally arrived, we were both nervous and excited when we arrived at the studio. When Tyler met us at the door, he asked us to step into his office to handle some paperwork. As we sat down, he asked if we were interested in bumping things up a notch. He then explained that he had a lot of correspondence from his website members about my original shoot and that they all wanted to see a little more of me. He explained that the next level of shoot was with the model in more revealing attire, and indicated that the membership would be dissatisfied with a simple repeat of the fully clothed session. I didn't even get a chance to open my mouth before Eric was insisting that I should do it. Telling me that I would still not be revealing myself totally, that it would be exciting for both of us and then leaning in to whisper how hard he was getting at the thought. Caught up in Eric's instant enthusiasm, and falling prey to the conditioning he had done in the last few weeks, I cautiously agreed, providing it would go no further than bra and panties. Eric was like a kid in a candy store as I signed the release paperwork for the more revealing shoot which Tyler had quickly produced. Soon I was dressed in a short skirt and a plain white blouse which covered the lacy push-up bra and thong panties. Although I had not been naïve enough to think that I would be dressed in granny panties, the thong was a bit more revealing than I had anticipated. When I entered the studio, there was a completely different air about it than in our first shoot. The set was darker, a little sinister even, and there were a few more props in the room. Eric was sitting quietly in a corner chair, while Tyler worked with Rory the young lighting guy and Andrew arranged the props. When they heard my heels on the floor, their attention momentarily switched to me but it was Andrew who stopped work and approached me. In a very soft and soothing voice, he began explaining his thoughts for today's shoot. He told me about the types of ties he had planned and asked how I felt about them. He then showed me the gag he wanted to use and again, asked if I felt comfortable with it. It all had an almost surreal feeling about it. Even though we had talked and fantasized about it a lot, it was totally different to be actually doing it. Talking quietly and calmly to a man who was virtually a stranger about how he was going to tie me up and gag me before he stripped me to my scanties as my husband watched and another stranger took pictures of it all. Surreal and arousing in equal measure. I could feel my center melt and my pussy start to lube as we talked. A few minutes later my hands were cuffed in front of me and my arms were pulled back by a rod which passed in front of my elbows but behind my back. This posture thrust my breasts out rather obscenely but I couldn't complain because my mouth was locked open by a large ring gag with tangs that held my lips and cheeks open. The metal had been cold when Andrew had placed it in my mouth and it clicked on my teeth whenever I tried to move my mouth. I couldn't talk, and when he pressed a tight fitting plug into the ring, I couldn't even make an intelligible sound. Tyler recorded the entire thing snapping close-ups and wide shots as Andrew immobilized me. I saw Ty look to Andy and nod then felt hands on the buttons of my blouse. Suddenly it was all too real. My arms totally immobilized, a stranger was stripping me and I couldn't form a single word of resistance. I started to struggle, to twist and jerk away. Although Ty had not given me a single word of encouragement during the first shoot, he immediately began to stream encouragement for me to struggle for the camera. I glanced to the corner to see Eric mesmerized. Our fantasy scenarios streamed through my mind as the men worked on me and I felt myself starting to leak excitement as the shoot progressed. At Ty's signal, Andy moved in and began binding my legs. He had planned a tight tie with legs bent upward, securing ankles to thigh, and binding the knees with multiple wraps. It didn't take long before I had no way to walk or escape unless I wanted to stump around on my knees. Ty kept shooting the entire time while my pussy continued to lube overtime. Suddenly the quiet air of the shoot was shattered by the ringing of a cell phone. Ty looked around angrily and settled his gaze on Eric who pulled his phone from his pocket and said hello. As I listened in disbelief I heard Eric ask if the whole thing was gone, then say he was headed right down. Headed right down? A quick explanation that there had been a fire at the office and the mainframe had been damaged precluded his immediate departure from the set. As he waved goodbye to me he told me to just get a cab home when the shoot was over. This whole scene was now really and truly out of control. I had agreed to do this shoot if Eric were there to protect me and make sure things didn't go too far. Although I had told him that it was all about the photographer and crew, deep in my heart I was just as afraid of my own excitement causing me to relent to anything the men might attempt to do to me. As I sat there helpless in bra and tiny skirt, I watched my husband abandon me to the mercy of three virtual strangers and my wildly leaking pussy. You could have cut the tension with a knife as Ty picked up the camera and resumed shooting. Suddenly this had gone from safe fantasy to dangerous reality. I struggled a bit harder to no avail. At Ty's request Andy pushed me back and began pulling off my skirt. Even though this was what we had agreed, I was nervous going this far without Eric in the room. Andy rolled me onto my stomach as he pulled off the skirt and I heard Rory groan as my bare ass cheeks were exposed. My costume had included a thong and the thin strip of cloth did nothing to cover my naked butt. The camera clicked continuously. My mind was awash in arousal and excitement as I lay there bound and struggling. I could feel my pussy leaking and tried to keep my knees together in a vain attempt to hide my arousal from the men. I hardly noticed Andy move to Ty's side for a quick discussion, after which he left the room. When he returned, he was carrying a large plastic wand with a big round ball on one end. Ty made sure to catch the expression of apprehension on my face as Andy plugged it in and moved to my side. I was contemplating using the safe sign so I could ask what was happening when he pressed the ball between my legs and turned the vibrator on. My entire being was suddenly focused on my pussy. I couldn't have said the safe sign if I tried. Within just a few seconds, I was on the verge of cuming when Andy dragged the vibrator up my stomach, reducing the stimulation and stalling my approaching orgasm in it's tracks. This had never been part of the deal and I was beginning to freak out. I was really struggling now but there was no way for me to escape the pleasure Andy was producing in me. Bound for Change Andy was good. He took me right to the edge of orgasm, but not over. Every time I got close and started to tense up, he reduced the stimulation and held me there. As my excitement increased, I was starving for air to feed my tortured muscles. Andy had been watching me and just as I was about to pass out, he pulled the plug from the center of the gag, allowing me to gulp in the fresh air I so desperately needed. With the gag open, I could probably have said the safe word except that Andy pressed the vibrator to my clit and took me to the edge of orgasm again. All rational thought left me. I was grunting and moaning unintelligibly. My entire consciousness was centered on my desperate need to cum. I tried pleading, but I couldn't form the words with my mouth stretched around the gag, so all that came out was a strange gurgling wail. I was struggling wildly against my bonds trying to escape this torture as Andy took me closer and higher still. Nothing that Eric and I had done or even talked about came close to this. I wanted it to stop, I wanted it to go on, My mind swirling between the two extremes as I writhed on the floor on the brink of orgasm. And still Andy teased me. Holding me on the edge, making sure I didn't go over. It was at this point that Andy cut off my bra and panties. I didn't care. I felt my nipples being pulled and twisted and it only served to increase my excitement. Andy pulled the ring gag from my mouth, and told me to beg. My brain screamed at me to wake up. Suddenly there was a way out and the words began to flow. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I bargained. And Andy kept going, taking me right to the limits of my sanity. I had never been so wet in my life. My pussy was leaking like a faucet, drenching my thighs and the ropes that bound me in submission. I was so focused on the intensity of my need that I had become completely unaware of anything else in the room. I felt like I was actually going to go insane and all I could do was to keep begging and pleading for release. Suddenly I felt myself being lifted off the floor and laid down onto some kind of bench. The rod which passed behind my back was secured to both sides of the bench and some padded rods kept my legs spread wide. With my upper body secured and legs forced open, my sex was open and available. Andy immediately started in with the vibrator again and in seconds had me hanging on the brink of an epic orgasm. As I approached my release, Andy once again removed the vibrator and told me to beg and once again, I did, but this time instead of the vibrator, I felt something hard and hot rubbing up and down my pussy lips. The flow of my pussy juices allowed whatever it was to slip and slide teasingly from my asshole to my clit and back again. I could feel it spreading my lips and teasing my hole on each stroke. They wanted me to beg, but my brain couldn't form any words. Secured to the bench, teased to near dementia, all I could do was groan and babble through my gag. I was yet again on the verge of orgasm I couldn't think I couldn't talk, I was soaked and then whatever had been teasing my pussy lined up with my drooling hole and pushed inside. This had not been part of the deal. I was not supposed to be naked. There was never supposed to be any kind of penetration The fog in my tortured brain cleared for a second. Just long enough for me to look up and see Rory, naked between my legs and realize that it was his rigid young cock that had just pressed into my pussy. What the FUCK? He was just a kid. Eighteen. Almost 10 years my junior. Before I could react, Rory grabbed my tits, pulled my nipples and began to pump me vigorously, driving me quickly back towards orgasm. Andy was right there with the vibrator only this time he wasn't teasing. He pressed it to my clit, sandwiching it between the vibrator and Rory's stiff cock. I was completely helpless to stop the orgasm that crashed through my body. I had been teased and tortured for what seemed like hours, and now I was getting the fucking of my life from a teenage boy while another man held a vibrator on my exposed clit. Every muscle in my body went instantly rigid and I stopped breathing. My entire world centered on my cunt and I went spinning wildly out of control. I screamed and grunted. Straining against my bonds as I came and Andy just kept the pressure on. This was no normal orgasm. I usually reach my peak, and then come down slowly on the other side. This time it was a roller coaster ride as wave after wave of release washed over me with no end in sight. As soon as I came down off one orgasm, I could feel another beginning to build. Although I had read stories about them, I had never experienced multiple orgasms before. The intensity left me breathless. I think it was sometime during my second orgasm that Rory sprayed his young cum deep into my pussy, causing me to peak twice in quick succession. Young and excited, his cock stayed hard after he came which allowed him to keep up his vigorous thrusting as Andy continued forcing my orgasms from my rapidly fatiguing body. The torture of orgasm denial became an equal and opposite one of forced orgasms. Begging to cum became begging to stop. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, another orgasm would be forced from my exhausted body. Wave after wave would wash over me. I was once again driven to delirium. Unable to form any coherent thoughts outside the all encompassing "enough". I was barely conscious when I felt Rory stiffen again and howl as he fired his second load of potent young cum deep into my womb. The force of his ejaculation caused me to cum again and finally, mercifully, I passed out. I have no way of knowing how long I was out, or what else might have happened to me when I was, but when I awoke, I was unbound, lying on a futon covered with a blanket, a soft pillow beneath my head. When I went to stand, I felt the fatigue in every muscle in my tortured body scream at me to stay down. At the sound of my groan, Tyler approached and sat on the edge of the couch beside my prone body. He was very VERY complementary. He told me he was extremely happy that I had not used the safe word, but rather had let them take me to the next level. He said that he expected this session to be a huge hit on the VIP section of the website, telling me that the members like it when they see that the victim is enjoying the torture as much as I obviously had. As exhausted as I was his praise warmed me. As I thought back to the session I realized that I had indeed enjoyed my torture. The exquisite torture of the orgasm denial. My helplessness in the face of the endless building up to orgasm followed by the equally endless release that followed. There was only one thing. Rory had fucked me. Actually pushed his cock into me and fucked me. Feeling that iron cock pushing straight into my pussy uninvited had made me cum like never before, but I told Ty that I was worried about Eric's response to that and asked him to keep it our little secret. Ty just smiled and nodded and said that he would edit the video to eliminate the actual penetration shots. When I finally got home there was a message from Eric that things were pretty bad and he would have to stay with the crew to restore the system from back-ups overnight. I was not the least bit disappointed. I knew that the details of my session (even those details which I was willing to share) would really get him going and in all honesty, there was no possible way that I could muster the energy for sex tonight. No way. No how. I took some anti-inflammatory pills for my overworked muscles and fell exhausted into bed. The next night, Eric wanted all the details. I told him about the orgasm denial and eventual release, but not about the nudity or fucking. We were not VIP members so I thought there would be no harm in leaving those little details out. I never told him those details, but I remembered them. My daytime thoughts and night time dreams were filled with them. Squirming, begging. Being stripped and vibed. Young Rory pushing his big stiff cock straight into my pussy and fucking me wildly. I wondered if I had been his first? His best? Almost certainly his oldest. As the days went by these thoughts became more intense and arousing. It was probably two weeks later that my phone sounded a text message. It was Tyler asking if I had recovered (winky face) and if perhaps I was interested in another session. (smiley face). He would be happy to set aside some time for me if I was interested. Another session? Did I really want another session? It had been by far the most intense sexual experience of my life. Even more intense than losing my virginity. What about Eric? Should I tell him? Did I want to? All these thoughts whirled around in my head interspersed with the memories of Andy working me over with the vibrator, the overpowering need to cum, and the intensity of the feeling of Rory's rigid cock driving into my open pussy. God help me, I SO wanted another session. But was I ready to submit? Would Rory fuck me again? Would Andy? Tyler? All three? I sat there looking at my phone as my pussy poured juice into my panties. I knew what I wanted, but could I? Should I? What about Eric? Should I let him in on it this time? It was so much further than we had ever gone together. No. If I was going to do this it would be for me and me alone. One more time, I decided, and then no more. I sent a text that I would be willing to do another shoot, and that this weekend would be the most convenient. Eric had a frat reunion this weekend and he would be gone from Friday night until Sunday evening and it would be the perfect opportunity for me to do this without him. It took only a minute before my phone chimed with the message. 1PM Saturday. I'd already soaked through two pairs of panties by the time I was ready to leave for the studio. I was really going to do this again and this time I would be completely on my own. I changed into fresh undies, adding a pantie liner, and headed out the door. Totally distracted by my anticipatory thoughts, I found myself pulling into the parking lot without remembering anything about the drive. This time the studio was very foreboding. The stark empty space had been fitted with a dark stained wooden floor and three wooden walls all strongly braced. The space was empty except for the camera equipment which had been set up to cover the entire area, a large pile of metal pipe, and a wooden crate of metal fittings. The whole scene caused me to stop in my tracks and reconsider my decision. This looked dangerous and my excitement began to turn to fear. I was just about to turn and leave when Tyler walked in. His warm smile and friendly greeting a stark contrast to the setting. "Welcome, welcome," he enthused. "What do you think of our little set? A bit on the dark and sinister side no? Ah but don't worry, it's all just fun and games. Right?" Yes. It's all just fun and games, I thought to myself. A lone woman standing in a makeshift dungeon, about to let 3 relative strangers restrain her and do God only knows what to her, including, in all probability, fuck her while her husband is away for the weekend. Fun and games indeed. Another slight shiver of dread passed through me but as it stoked my fear, it also stoked my arousal and I felt my center melting again. "Today's going to be a little different," Tyler announced. "Go stand over there with your back to that wall," he continued indicating the back wall of the set. I did as he directed and felt rather silly just standing there wondering what was going to happen next when Andrew and Rory walked in carrying what looked like electric drills. Just as I was beginning to freak out wondering what they were going to do with the drills. They each walked over to the crate, picked up some fittings and pipe and moved towards me. "No ropes today," Andrew announced. "Today we secure you with these metal pipes and fittings. It allows us to be very creative with positions and access. Now, back up against the wall and spread your legs just a bit wider please." As I moved into position. Andrew and Rory each bent to a leg and screwed a bracket into the wall beside my ankle. They quickly installed metal pipe into the bracket and just like that my legs were secured. "Hands down by your sides please." More brackets, more pipe and my hands were locked in. This was so different from the other times. There had been no discussion of what was to come. No warning of what they intended to do. Just a series of commands for me to follow. With only my hands and feet firmly locked in place, I still had some mobility to lean my upper body forward away from the wall. That was remedied when they screwed two brackets beside my ears and fixed a pipe across my mouth. Mercifully, this one had been wrapped in foam padding because I was directed to open wide as the pipe was pushed firmly back between my lips and fastened in place. With the pipe filling my mouth I could not form any intelligible words. "UNG...GNGU...MMGG," I tried, as I felt hands beginning to move up my body towards my breasts. With my head fixed tight against the wall I could not see downwards except by moving my eyes, and I could just barely see that it was Rory who was now feeling me up through my clothes. I tried to move, to twist away, but although I had some mobility in my body, my head, hands and feet were firmly locked in position severely limiting how far I could squirm. The next thing I saw was Andrew moving towards me with a scissors and I began to panic. This was no longer exciting, it was dangerous. Was he going to cut me? I tried to scream, but the padded pipe in my mouth strangled my cries. "STAY STILL," Andy warned firmly. "I don't want to cut off your nipple." An icicle of panic shot through my body as I stopped struggling and stood stock still. I could not see, but I felt my top being pulled away from my body and then heard the snip of the scissors, immediately followed by cool air on my exposed breast. Rory immediately attacked my exposed nipple squeezing and twisting it into a hard point. I groaned into the foam as his attack caused my pussy to start to leak again. Pull, snip, attack. Soon Rory had both my nipples standing at full attention in the cool air. By now the foam in my mouth was saturated with my saliva and a thin line had begun to run down my chin onto my chest. Andrew held a small glass vial in front of my face and then lowered it down to wet the edge with my spittle. Despite my predicament, or perhaps because of it, the feeling of the smooth glass rubbing around on my exposed lower lip was very erotic, adding to my growing arousal. No need to be afraid, I reminded myself. Satisfied with the wetness of the vial, Andrew placed the open end over my nipple and then connected the suction pump. Sharp needles of pleasure/pain shot through my chest as he squeezed the handle several times, pulling my nipple deep into the cup. As I gasped from the intensity of the feelings in that breast, Andrew repeated the whole procedure on the other. Eric and I had never played anything this intense, and my mind was on fire with the excitement of the novelty. "Wanna see?" Rory whispered in my ear. "They look really nice." With that he held a mirror up and angled it so I could see what they had done. My nipples were pulled well into the cups and had grown fat and long from the suction. I had never seen them so large. I wasn't even sure they could be mine until I saw Rory's hand grab a cup and pull. The spike of arousal that coursed through me was proof enough that what I was seeing was real. Having been completely distracted by my predicament, I had almost forgotten Tyler until I saw the flash go of just beside me. When I swiveled my eyes that way, I saw that he was taking a close-up of my chest. "Wow," he whispered. "I can't say I've ever seen anyone's nipples grow that big before. Give her another pump on each side Andrew. Let's see if they'll get bigger still." Two more clicks of the pump on each side and the the pain far outweighed the pleasure. I groaned and gurgled into the foam to no avail. Tyler just moved in to take another series of pictures as my nipples burned. This was way more than I had bargained for. They were actually hurting me. I wanted them to stop, but there was no way for me to tell them. My eyes welled up with tears, and when they finally overflowed, Tyler got several shots of them running down my cheeks to join the saliva on my chest. When he had captured the images he wanted he told the guys to release the suction. The release was every bit as painful as the initial suction had been and I squealed into the gag. At Tyler's command, Andrew moved in with the scissors and cut the remainder of my top off, leaving me fully exposed. He then began to work on my lower body until I stood there totally naked. I could see Andrew moving away so I knew that it was Rory who began stroking my pussy and starting to arouse me. As I squirmed on Rory's fingers, Andrew moved in with a smaller suction cup and wet it on my lips. My nipples were still tingling quite badly and I prayed that he was not going to torture them again, when I felt him press the cup to my clit. Several clicks of the suction pump and my clit was throbbing in time with my nipples. I had never felt anything like what they were doing to me and it was making me insane. I was totally at their mercy and they were doing things to me I had never dreamed of. I could feel my wetness literally drooling from my pussy as Rory returned to stroking my outer lips. And then Andrew applied the vibrator to the suction cup. The intensity of the vibrations on my swollen clit were beyond anything I could have imagined. I tried to scream but the foam covered pipe in my mouth muffled the sound. I strained every muscle in my body, but Andrew kept the vibrator on me driving me higher and higher. Then suddenly it was gone. My clit was still buzzing but not enough for me to go over the top. I started to plead but the words were just muffled grunts. Rory began to rub my lips again, while Andrew screwed another pair of brackets on each side of my chest. Soon, two more pipes held me to the wall. One above my breasts and one below. My entire upper body was now fixed in place. Then another two clamps and another pipe across my hips just above my pubic hair leaving me completely immobilized. Then the vibrator was back. There was absolutely nothing I could do to escape from the intense vibrations I simply stood there fixed in place as he toyed with me in ways I had never dreamed of. On again. Off again. On again. Repeatedly bringing me to the edge but not letting me go over. This was the feeling I had craved from last time. The complete helplessness the extreme need for orgasm. I would have done anything. I would have killed someone if they had asked me. If only they would let me cum, but they didn't Lost in my delirium, on the raw edge of orgasm, I hardly felt them at my nipples until a sharp pain drew my attention. I tried to look down, but could see nothing of what they were doing, then as I felt the same pain on the other side I came. Spasm after spasm rocked my body as I grunted and snorted wave after wave of orgasmic release washed over me. I was nothing but a clit and my world was a vibrator. I shook and jerked against the pipes and almost broke my teeth biting down on the bar in my mouth, and still I came and came until I saw stars and my world went black. One never knows how long they have been unconscious unless they have some time reference. When I awoke, I knew I must have been out for a while because I was no longer attached to the wall. Neither was I lying on a soft futon. This time, I was fixed face down on a padded bench and it must have taken them some time to secure me there. Bound for Change Looking similar to a gym vaulting horse, the bench ran from my hips to just below my breasts and I could feel three wide straps over my back holding me tightly in place. My knees were bent and fastened to ledges on either side leaving my feet hanging in the air. My arms were bent at the elbow and secured at both elbow and wrist to the same ledges. As I took stock of my situation I realized that my mouth was wide open, when I tried to close it something was jammed between my molars preventing that. As I started to regain my senses I felt the strong urge to void my bowels. It really felt like I was just about to soil myself and I squeezed my muscles to prevent it. I was completely shocked to feel something pushed up my ass. I'd never even contemplated anal play and was completely unprepared for the feeling of being penetrated there. Uncomfortable but not painful. "How are we doing?" Tyler asked as he saw me returning to my senses. "Ready for some more are we?" I tried to respond but with my teeth jammed open so far, I couldn't form any words. Except a protracted AHGGHGAAHH. "Ok then. I'll take that as a yes," he smiled. Reaching down and tweaking my dangling nipples. Something felt wrong. What was he doing? I was able to look down at my dangling breasts and what I saw almost caused me to faint. What felt wrong was that Tyler was tweaking a large pair of rings that passed completely through each nipple. I realized with a shock that the pain I had felt just as my orgasm had swept me up had been them piercing my nipples. They had pierced my nipples and inserted the large rings and now Tyler was playing with them. I tried desperately to move. I struggled as hard as I could. Nothing. I tried to talk to him. Tried to beg but all I did was grunt and huff. As I was staring at my new jewelery in disbelief, I felt someone pulling my hair back into a pony tail and tying it. When he was done, he tied it with a rope and pulled my head back. I was now secured to the bench with my head pulled back and my mouth blocked wide open. I was no sooner secured in this new position I felt a tingling sensation begin in my ass. Returning my focus to my other end. Slowly the tingle increased in intensity and soon the vibrating plug was humming away merrily stimulating my entire crotch. Then without warning, the damned thing started to wiggle around too. Now I was being subjected to a variety of vibrating intensities from the slightest tickle to a full on buzz as well as the on again off again wiggling motion. At no time did anything stay constant long enough for me to be stimulated to orgasm. Each time I began to climb towards a peak, something would change and I would drop back down to a lower level. As I was distracted by the activity in my backside, Rory stepped up in front of me and squirted something into the back of my throat. Suddenly my throat started to go numb and I began to panic. What were they going to do to me now? Were they going to suffocate me? Once again I pulled mightily at my bonds but to no avail. There was no chance of escape from whatever they were planning to do to me. Rory stepped in front of me and dropped his jeans and boxers, freeing his rigid cock which pointed straight at my face. As I watched with wide eyes, I saw him open a bottle of lubricant and pour some on the head of his dick spreading it around. Then he stepped forward and pushed it between my lips. Suddenly it all made sense. My mouth was jammed open, my throat was numbed, and my head was pulled back to align my mouth with my esophagus. I was about to be throat fucked, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. Nothing. When his cock passed the back of my tongue, I gagged. "Stick your tongue out," Tyler instructed. "Stick it out as far as you can and swallow when he hits the back of your throat." Another squirt of lube to his cock and Rory invaded my mouth again. There was no use fighting it. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and tried to swallow when he hit the back. I tried. I really tried, but my body would just not cooperate with my predicament. I wretched and my whole body spasmed with the effort. "Give her another squirt and try again," Tyler instructed. I was powerless to stop Rory from aiming another shot of the anesthetic spray into the back of my throat. I never agreed to this, but as I felt the cold numbness spread the vibration and wiggling in my rear increased in intensity. I was trapped. Being controlled and stimulated in ways that Eric had never imagined, and it was turning me on. Yet another dollop of the lube and an admonition to stick my tongue out and once again his cock entered my propped open mouth. My throat was almost completely numb this time, and Rory pushed in further, pulled back a bit, pulled my head up a bit further, then pushed in again. His rigid young cock slipped into my throat and went all the way in. When his wiry hair pressed against my lips, I felt the plug in my ass go into overdrive. It was too much. Everything they were doing to me was new and strange. I had never imagined the things I was experiencing. Never had anything in my behind before. Ever. Never dreamed of taking a cock all the way down my throat. And although I had come to enjoy the bondage with Eric, and the previous sessions with Tyler and his crew, never even thought of being so thoroughly and completely at anyone's mercy. Never. I couldn't breathe around Rory's cock and I started to panic and began violently squirming and pulling at my bonds. I felt on the verge of unconsciousness when Tyler told Rory to pull out. My chest heaved as I gasped for air. After 3 or 4 large gulps of fresh air, Rory pushed himself back in to the root, then started a slow steady sawing motion with his hips. "GYUCK...KKKYUC...gasp gasp....GUUYUK." They were the most obscene sounds I had ever made in my life. And I could do nothing to stop them. Rory began to moan and then pressed all the way in and held himself there. I felt his whole body go stiff then his cock spasmed deep in my throat. He pushed himself harder against my face and spasmed again. I knew his thick young cum was shooting directly down my throat and into my belly, and I almost came at the thought of it. Just as I was running out of air, Rory pulled back and stepped away leaving just a taste of his jizz in my mouth. With my breathing restored, my attention returned to the stimulation in my rectum. The incessant vibrating and worming of the toy there continued, driving me closer and closer to my peak. My mind focused there for a second until Andrew's cock entered my mouth. A little longer than Rory and not quite as hard, Andrew was still able to push his cock all the way into my stretched throat on the first stroke. Andrew savoured his pleasure. The long slow stroke deep down my throat, a pause, then the slow retreat to the point where I could breathe. Almost gentle, he slowly, almost lovingly fucked my defenseless throat. And all the while my crotch tingled with the stimulation from the toy planted there. It seemed like no time at all before Andrew's cum joined Rory's in my belly. Before today, Eric was the only man I had ever sucked, and I rarely swallowed his cum, but here I was bound and helpless with the ejaculate of two relative strangers swimming in my stomach and I loved it. These men were not just controlling my body, they were transforming my mind. What was I becoming? As if in answer to that question, Tyler stepped into my view, his thick cock at full mast and every bit as glorious as I could have imagined. He had remained quite aloof during the previous two shoots and I was strangely pleased to see that this gorgeous hunk had become excited by what they had been doing to me so far. I was also unmistakably proud of myself when I was able to swallow him to the root on the first stroke. Proud of myself. Oh oh. Tyler was completely shaved and it was a welcome relief not to have a nose full of hair as his scrotum pressed against my chin. Like Andrew, he savoured his pleasure, soaking himself in my throat for a while between strokes. It was very clear to me that I was becoming quite proficient at the art of the deep throat. Something I could never have imagined even two hours ago. I could feel his cock rubbing the roof of my mouth and entering my throat, feel my throat and neck expand to accommodate his girth, feel his smooth balls rub against my chin. Feel it all and never gag once. Without warning, I felt the vibrations in my ass switch to maximum intensity followed immediately by an increase in the wiggling motion. When the second vibrator was applied to my clit, I groaned loudly around Tyler's cock. The stimulation was too much for me and I skyrocketed towards a massive orgasm. Luckily, I hit my peak on one of Tyler's out-strokes and I was able to gasp two or three times before he pushed himself in and held still. Skyrockets were going off in my brain as my entire body lit up with another extreme orgasm. I wiggled and pulled and tried to shake my head to eject Tyler's cock, all to no avail. I heard Tyler grunt, then felt him swell in my throat and knew that he too had gone over the top. Sexual asphyxia intensifies the orgasm, according to the literature, and I for one can support that finding. Unable to breathe, feeling Tyler's thick cock pulsing deep in my throat, the intensity of my orgasm simply continued to increase. No waves of pleasure this time, just a continuous rush of adrenaline and pleasure. Nothing else existed, had ever existed, would ever exist, except the intense pleasure enveloping my entire being. I was on the verge of unconsciousness when Tyler pulled out, leaving me gasping for oxygen as my orgasmic spasms subsided. I was still trying to recover when Andrew stepped in front of me and pressed a cloth to my face. I tasted as much as smelled whatever he had soaked into the rag. What were they doing to me now? Oh GOD. I felt my consciousness fading as I struggled to shake free until everything went black. I wasn't dead. This wasn't heaven. I was cold, and my head hurt. "Sorry darling," Andrew soothed. "I needed some time to work." I realized that I was sitting on a chair and that I was, once again, securely bound. My asshole felt strangely vacant indicating that they had removed the anal toy when I had been out. As I took stock of my new situation, it became clear that there would be no escape from this one either. Jeezus. How much did these guys want? How many more times could they go? I was done. I didn't want any more, but the large metal ring gag had replaced the blocks in my mouth, making it impossible to form words of complaint. My arms had been crossed behind my back with each wrist secured to the opposite elbow. A quick pull revealed that something had been tightly wrapped around my forearms, locking them together in this position. Each leg had been bent back so my feet touched my rump and had then been wrapped tightly in some kind of shrink wrap ensuring that there was no way to straighten them out. My torso had also been fitted with some kind of harness. My eyes went wide as I watched Andrew walk towards me. Eric and I had seen women bound to a Sybian but I had never seen one in person until today. Without ceremony or comment, Andrew set the device down in front of me and lubed up the dildo portion. Then as fear and excitement coursed through my veins, he hooked a lift to my harness and lifted me off the chair to hang vertically over the sex machine. Hanging as I was in mid air, my struggles did nothing except cause me to swing and wiggle as Andrew lowered me toward my fate. I didn't want any more. I was done. I struggled more intensely as I felt the fat plastic phallus touch my outer lips, but then Rory grabbed my hips to guide me down until I was firmly seated on the saddle with the plastic cock deep in my center. The sensations in my groin when the machine first started were almost too intense. Suddenly my pussy was alive with the vibrating, squirming attachment. The sensations seemed completely random with varying degrees of vibration, and various speeds and amounts of rotations. As much as I hadn't wanted any more when it had started, I began to build towards what I was sure would be another intense multiple orgasm. After a few minutes of teasing, Andrew was back. This time he peeled and applied several sticky pads to my abdomen, thighs and buttocks, connecting them by wire to what I assumed was a small control box. The Sybian resumed it's attack as Andrew began to flick switches and turn dials. It was the strangest sensation not to be in control of one's own muscles and it took my excitement to unexpected levels. This was the most extreme thing I could imagine. These three men whom I hardly knew, had immobilized my arms and legs, impaled me on a sex machine, and now were forcing some of my muscles to contract against my will using electricity. This revelation caused a huge flood of arousal to course through me and my pussy was flooded with my excitement. It took Andrew a minute or two to find the right combination, but soon he had determined which muscles to trigger in which order to make me hump myself on the machine. I was now completely out of control. My excitement was on the rise, my pussy was drooling and I was moving towards orgasm as my body was forced to fuck the machine. "Look at her go," Rory exclaimed. "Are you making her do that? Do her tummy. Do her ass. OH I like that. Do you think you can make her fuck me like that? You know. You make her move so she's fucking me?" And within minutes I had been repositioned with Rory replacing the Sybian and Andrew controlling my muscles as they drove me up and down his young rigid cock. This whole insane scenario began to wear on me. It was one thing to be tied up and helpless, but something else entirely to have my muscles triggered by a machine causing me to fuck a teenager. "Stop it for a second." It was Ty's voice from behind me. I found myself sinking deep down onto Rory's hot cock as my overworked muscles relaxed to their normal state. A pair of strong hands pressed my shoulders down from behind until I was lying face down on Rory's muscular chest. Then something hard pressed against my asshole. At first I thought he was returning the toy to my dark passage, but then as I felt myself stretch to accommodate the intruder, I realized that it must be his cock. Eric had never been interested in anal sex and although several of my boyfriends had hinted at it, I had never had anything up my ass before the vibrating toy Ty had planted there earlier today. Now his thick stiff cock was pressing into my bowels while Rory stayed fully embedded in my pussy. My entire crotch was being stretched beyond anything I had even imagined it could. After a few short strokes to stretch the entrance, I grunted as Tyler drove himself in to the hilt. My mind reeled with the sensation of the double penetration, and then they started to fuck me. Bound and sandwiched between the two men, I could do almost nothing to either resist or to aid them. At first just one or the other would move within me, perhaps giving me time to become accustomed to having my internal walls pinched between their rigid dicks, but soon they were both sawing away at their respective orifices. This new round of heretofore unexperienced sensations drove me to a higher plane of arousal. Every nerve in my body was on fire as the white heat spread out from my groin. When they began to alternate strokes I began to squeal and within seconds I was cuming continuously. I hardly noticed Andrew stepping in front of my face, until he pulled up my ponytail and slipped his dick into my mouth. As Andrew pressed his cock deep into my throat, A fresh wave of orgasmic delight washed over me and my brain exploded. This was what I wanted. Hard cocks in every hole. How had I ever been satisfied with only one? How had I ever been faithful to just one man when there was this to be had? This amazing sensation of having every hole stuffed with virile rigid man-poles. Andrew pulled back to allow me to get a breath before pressing in deeply once again. Three men, three cocks. One woman, three holes. I heard myself making obscene glurking and grunting noises as Andrew fucked my throat. I felt myself leaking a river of juice from my willing cunt. Yes a cunt, because that's all it was now a willing cunt. My mind focused on my ass when I heard Ty grunting behind me. "Oh...Gawd," he grunted. "So tight. So fucking tight. Gawd. I'm gonna," and then his body stiffened and I felt him squirt deep in my bowels, pushing me into another bigger round of orgasms of my own. The feel of Ty's cock jerking and spasming on the other side of my pussy walls, combined with the pulsing of my pussy as I came must have pushed Rory over the top because within seconds his body had tensed up and he too shot a huge load. My rational mind had gone and my animal brain had taken charge. Unable to speak, or even think a rational thought, I just rode my runaway orgasm train. My entire world was distilled into three cocks. It was all I knew. All I wanted, and I never wanted it to stop. When Andrew pushed himself balls deep in my mouth and shot his load directly down my throat, I truly lost my mind. Not quite unconscious, but not sentient either, I could hear them talking but couldn't understand any of what they were saying. My eyes and ears were still working, but my brain simply could not decode the information they were gathering. As first Ty and then Rory slowly extracted their cocks from within my holes, I felt an emptiness which was so much more than just physical. Eventually, my mind slowly began to process the incoming information. Voices which had seemed so far away became closer and clearer. Amorphous blobs of colour began to resolve themselves into faces and bodies. I found myself lying, once again on the soft futon, covered with a warm blanket. My body hurt in so many ways but deep underneath there was a warm feeling of satisfaction. I groaned. "I think she's coming back," said Andrew. "I was beginning to wonder if she would without some help. Cindy... Cindy are you in there? Are you OK?" Still unable to muster up the power of speech, I groaned again as my addled brain processed their spoken words. "I think we broke her," opined Ty as they stood around me looking down. "That was fast." As those words sunk in and were processed, I realized that he was probably right. They had indeed broken me. Somewhere deep down I knew. I knew that I would never be the same. I knew that sex with Eric, sex with any one man would never be enough for me again. I knew that I needed multiple men. Men who would control me. Men who would use me. Use me repeatedly. In all my holes. Although it felt futile, I tried to go back to my "normal" life. Eric came home. We made soft love in our marriage bed. He tied me up and fucked me, but it was all so timid, so lame compared to what I had experienced at the hands of real men. I tried to go back to my "normal" life, but it was all just so... so empty, that I felt I was just going through the motions. When Eric found the VIP videos on the site and saw what I had done, he was livid. He yelled and verbally abused me and for a moment I thought there might be some hope of him giving me what I needed. But when he calmed down, he forgave me and apologized for being the one to get me into this mess. So kind, so loving, so unbearably bland. He cuddled me as I cried, thinking I was crying about what he had said, and in a way I was, only I was crying because I knew he was not the man I wanted anymore. I sent several text messages to Tyler hoping that he would help me somehow, but I got nothing in reply. My pierced nipples healed but the dangling rings were a constant reminder of what I was missing. After two weeks of mental anguish wondering what I could do, where I could go, who I could tell, I got a text message. Bound for Change "Feeling empty inside? Come let me fill you up. Now or never." This was followed by an address. Oh. I had so hoped for Tyler. Strong, virile Tyler who had orchestrated my breaking, but it was Rory who had sent this text. As I re-read it I thought of Rory. The first one to fuck me, the one who had initiated my throat. Young, hard-bodied Rory. Why not him? I had to go. I had to go now. When Eric asked me where I was going, I simply said I was going out. He stood there with a stunned expression on his face as I bolted out the door. It took about 25 minutes to find the address on the text and I was a little stunned to see it was a large house in an upscale neighbourhood. I parked in the drive and walked up to the front door. I was just about to ring the bell when the door was opened from the inside and Rory invited me in. "Strip." It was a command, given in a commanding voice, and it ran a spike of arousal right through me. I didn't even consider arguing, or who else might be inside watching, I simply dropped my clothes on the floor and stood there for his inspection. "Good," he pronounced. "Now kneel." I was on my knees before I could even think. Obeying this young man's commands was exciting me to my core. This was so much better than with Eric. So much better even than the photo sessions. I was submitting. No safe word, no limits, no idea what was going to happen, just pure submission. As I knelt before him looking up into his face, I was a bit shocked when he pulled a collar from his back pocket and fastened it around my neck. Then as he smiled down at me he also produces a leash which he unceremoniously attached to my collar. It felt like an eternity, but the entire process look less than a minute and it made my pussy drool. "Now my little pet," Rory purred. "Your purpose tonight is to serve a group of my fraternity brothers. You will do whatever you are asked, open any and all of your holes to them and you will thank them for the gift of their potent seed every time they shoot it in you or on you. Understood?" A group of frat brothers? Strange young men and I was to serve them and thank them? Oh my God. The thought of being that submissive to a group of Rory's friends, of serving them like a slut, made me so excited I almost came as I knelt there. "UNDERSTOOD?" "Yes," I replied meekly. "Yes sir," Rory growled. "You will address me as Sir from this time forward." "Yes Sir." I whispered. Rory tugged up on my leash and led me naked through the house and into a great room in the rear. There must have been 10 or 12 young men there, each one with a drink in his hand. The room went suddenly quiet as I followed Rory into the room and stood quietly beside him with downcast eyes. "Holy shit," exclaimed one of the boys. "It's her. It's really her from the movie. He wasn't shitting us he really knows her, and look, she's on a leash just like he said. Fuck this is hot." "So Rory," piped in another. "We can fuck her? You said we can fuck her as many times as we want and in any hole we want right? Well my Dad's a lawyer and I'm not taking any chances. I need to hear her say it herself. Say it yourself honey. Tell us we can all have you like Rory promised and then we can get this party started." Rory looked at me and nodded causing an icicle of fear-excitement to run through my center. This was it. I could stop this if I wanted, but that was the last thing I wanted. What I wanted was to submit. To submit to these boys. To let them have me. To be their submissive little slut. Their sex toy. Serving their every request without complaint. The room was silent and they were all looking my way. "Yes." It was barely above a whisper but in the silent room they all heard it. "Yes what?" Lawyer's son asked holding up his phone to preserve my statement for posterity. "What is it you will do?" "Yes. I'll do anything. You can fuck me in any hole or I can suck you. I'm yours to use in any way you want for as long as you want. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it." The room erupted in cheers as I finished my little speech and Rory led me into the center. I was surprised at how tentative they all seemed at first, but that didn't last too long and soon there were naked cocks pressing in at me from all sides. It was a night of debauchery such as I had never even imagined. As the hours passed, I served them one, two and three at a time. I served them with my mouth, with my pussy and with my ass. I lost count of the number of loads of spunk I accepted, and the number of "Thank you Sir's" I groaned after accepting them. It was light outside when the last boy shot his final load deep in my throat, and left me alone with Rory. "Well slut. I think the boys like you and I got word that you have been accepted as the fraternity mascot." I was so tired, exhausted from the endless hours of sex that I was sure I had mis-heard him. But, as it turned out, I hadn't.