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The last thing Laura remembered was pulling up into her driveway, now, as she was coming to she could feel her mouth full and couldn't see or move. Sure enough she had been silenced with a full sized penis gag and a blindfold had ended her ability to see what was going on around her. She had been tied with her hands behind her and ankles crossed and tied - she realized she wouldn't be going anywhere.
A little while passed before she could hear a door opening and closing. "Well look what we have here, a real live little piggy slave" the man stated. "With those nice natural big titties and cute face, you will be a real featured attraction."
"My name is Steve and you should be made aware that whatever happens to you here as long as we want it to happen is going to happen - I enjoy a slave that resists, so if you are inspired to test our resolve, do so at your own peril."
Laura had gone from confused to petrified. Who was this man and where the hell was she? Those answers would soon be revealed.
"I run a very sophisticated little bondage club here slave and our next show called for a cute, plump piggy that would be our main attraction for the night. You're perfectly qualified in all aspects and I need nothing less, I charge quite a premium to our members to provide a show they will not soon forget!"
Steve then snapped his fingers and more footsteps could be heard. "Start getting her prepared for her rather long evening."
Laura felt the rope from her ankles loosen and soon enough she was on her feet. That bit of freedom would be short-lived however as Steve's assistants began their task of removing her clothes. They knew just how to do it and keep her anxiously petrified - nice and slow. Her jeans were unbuttoned and removed. It caught her off guard, and they were off before she realized what was happening and put up no fight. Her sneakers were long gone, removed before she had awoken from her c********* nap and now her socks were next. By now Laura was squirming about as she heard the sound of scissors.
"You might want to chill out, I'd hate to see you get cut as your t-shirt is cut away," Steve said. She was then the subject of having her shirt and bra cut from her body with hands still tied behind her. The panties were soon to follow and she was totally naked, a beautiful sight to behold. "Take her to the first viewing room and get her set up," Steve said, "guests will be arriving soon".
It wasn't long before Laura found herself tied to a pole, arms tied over her head while still gagged and blindfolded. Any sounds she made thru the gag seemed to echo. She had been left alone in her new room.
"Welcome to tonight's show," Steve said to the crowd, who cheered the beginning of the nights entertainment. "In the room behind me we have tonight's test subject. You will soon see her tied to a pole and then the "elements" will be added to the situation." Laura could hear nothing in her tiny, soundproof room and could only wait for her ordeal to be over, whenever that would be.
The curtains were opened and the crowd of about 20-25 men and women oohed their approval of their victim. From the back a man came out and first removed her gag. A string of curse words flowed from Laura's mouth, but it only added to the atmosphere for the guests. The hooded figure then removed her blindfold. Repeated blinking to get her eyes adjusted, accomplished nothing, the man was gone and the 2-way mirror did not let her know who might be looking on.
"First, we'll see how long it takes for her tits to respond to the element of cold before letting anybody in", Steve stated.
With that ice cold air was filling the room and the crowd was enjoying seeing Laura's nipples go from normal to rock hard. Between that and her constant squirming in her futile attempts to get free made for a very erotic sight. Hoods were handed out for the ones wanting to go in and have some fun. Certainly nobody could afford to be identified, but another of the turn-on's for those watching was to be able to follow Laura's eyes as she was manhandled.
The group of about 15 that wanted to go in, mostly all men who left their partners to watch, entered the room. One by one they talked down to Laura while rubbing, sucking and probing her. The embarrassment was off the charts as Laura had one after another suck on her stiff nipples while fingering her pussy. Those that remained in the room were pleased with her reactions. She would try to look down at what was happening to her before closing her eyes and turning her head upward in a refusal to acknowledge what was happening.
After the last had finished with her, Steve could see his patrons were very happy and told them to get ready for part 2. The second element was heat. The crowd approvingly looked on as four men entered the room and untied Laura's hands from overhead. They had been instructed to give Laura some distance after untying her in the hopes she would try to escape. It didn't take long for her to begin to fight to get free to the delight of all then seeing her be grabbed by the men, one at each limb. Everybody was totally turned on watching her flail about - she put up a great fight, but was obviously going nowhere.
A second pole was then put in place and as the four men continued their firm grip on her wrists and ankles, a female assistant came in with an assortment of things. Laura suddenly stopped her struggling when she noticed this hooded figure was a female. As embarrassing as it was to be at the mercy of men, she almost melted away at this point.
"No, No, No", Laura pleaded. "Just let me go." She had been broken!
For now they had heard enough from Laura as the first item the woman used was an oversized ball gag. "You talk too much for a helpless pig," the woman said as she fastened the ball in place. "But I do admire your energy, please don't stop putting on a show for the nice people,"
From there collars were attached to each wrist and ankle and she was virtually dragged to the parallel poles set up for her. Bungy cords were then used to stretch her into a X between the poles. Suspended by her arms and feet inches from the floor. This was a fantastic way to get the most from a high-energy slave. It let Laura pull and twist more than if ropes had been used, but she was just as helpless.
Then the men left and the female assistant finished her part. First nipple clamps were attached with the expected beautiful resistance by Laura given. Her embarrassment reached it's pinnacle when the woman inserted a lubricated egg into Laura's pussy. Before leaving, she wrapped a large collar around Laura's neck to complete the feeling of helplessness, then handed Laura the control to the massive egg that had taken residence inside her and told her if she knew what was good for her, don't let go. The gag had served it's intimidating purpose and was removed.
At that point, it was as if the sun had been placed in the room as the heaters were turned on and the temperature began in rise rapidly.
"Following the freezing temperatures, the heat at first feels good, but not for long," Steve told the crowd. "When we get a fighter that embarrasses fairly easily such as our Laura here, let's just say you won't get what you see in a few minutes out of your thoughts for a while."
As Laura began to sweat, her body glistened all over - she was a sight to behold. Over a speaker she heard Steve give his ultimatum. "Laura dear, it's currently 110 degrees in there - hope you are comfy. We know how easily embarrassed you are so here is your offer. The temperature will continue to go up and the only way it will stop is for you to click the control in your hand and hold it for 5 seconds, the heat will stop for a few minutes." The diabolical device would buzz inside Laura at a furious pace but not last long enough for her to orgasm. "Do you understand the rules my dear?" he concluded. A semi-expected "fuck you, fuck all of you" was Laura's reply.
She thought to herself there was no way she would hit that button and put on another show for these assholes, they wouldn't dare raise the heat to a point of actually hurting her.
As the temperature slowly rose and the sweating became more profuse, Laura slowly was losing self-control. When the temperature hit 125 she could take no more and hit the control. True to expectations the egg exploded inside her and it was if she was in the electric chair. For five wonderful seconds her toes pointed to the ground, her back arched, her fingers grabbed furiously at air as she girated her hips uncontrollably. She let the button go and true enough she soon felt the temperature drop. This was repeated three times to the utter delight of the crowd and total embarrassment of Laura.
"OK slave, you have been most entertaining so I will give you the opportunity to put tonight's show to an end. When you next hit the button you must hold it for at least 2 minutes. It's harder than you think dear - first 2 minutes is a long time and while you are finally allowed to be stimulated long enough to orgasm for our viewing pleasure, odds are before the time is up you will forget about the control that has to be held down. Let go and we start over!"
Laura was now petrified more than ever. To gain her freedom, she would have to be the target of a group of people getting off on watching her orgasm, bathed in sweat and thrashing about.
Laura tried to relax as best as she could before her first attempt. She lasted only 40 seconds before letting the button go. Amazingly, she was successful on her second try. It took longer to orgasm than the first one since her tender area was somewhat numb from 40 seconds of fierce vibrating. As the time went by the orgasm hit her just under a minute in. For the final 60 seconds Laura put on a show for the ages. Juices poured down her leg from her sopping wet pussy, mixing with the sweat. She was pulling on the wrist cords much more fiercely than the first time in a desperate attempt to reach her clit. After the time was up she was almost u*********s as the beautiful sight of her collapsed in her bondage, head slumped forward and covered in sweat and her own juices was indeed, something the crowd would never forget.
While still semi-conscious, she was knocked out again inhaling the c*********. She was taken down, showered and redressed sans-bra and with a new t-shirt and put back in her car at home. Laura would awaken an hour later and slowly start to remember all that happened to her. Since she had no idea where she had been and no idea who had a*****ed her, there was no reason to go to the police. She hadn't been ****d so no DNA, she was left to just try to put it in her past.
Laura had almost been able to pretty much put it behind her, but never forgot the final orgasm. When a few months later a letter in the mail arrived with no return address.
"If you enjoyed last October's fun, buy something at the 7-11 down the street on July 30th at 10pm. If I see you there at that time it will be a sign that you'd like to go another round."
A little while passed before she could hear a door opening and closing. "Well look what we have here, a real live little piggy slave" the man stated. "With those nice natural big titties and cute face, you will be a real featured attraction."
"My name is Steve and you should be made aware that whatever happens to you here as long as we want it to happen is going to happen - I enjoy a slave that resists, so if you are inspired to test our resolve, do so at your own peril."
Laura had gone from confused to petrified. Who was this man and where the hell was she? Those answers would soon be revealed.
"I run a very sophisticated little bondage club here slave and our next show called for a cute, plump piggy that would be our main attraction for the night. You're perfectly qualified in all aspects and I need nothing less, I charge quite a premium to our members to provide a show they will not soon forget!"
Steve then snapped his fingers and more footsteps could be heard. "Start getting her prepared for her rather long evening."
Laura felt the rope from her ankles loosen and soon enough she was on her feet. That bit of freedom would be short-lived however as Steve's assistants began their task of removing her clothes. They knew just how to do it and keep her anxiously petrified - nice and slow. Her jeans were unbuttoned and removed. It caught her off guard, and they were off before she realized what was happening and put up no fight. Her sneakers were long gone, removed before she had awoken from her c********* nap and now her socks were next. By now Laura was squirming about as she heard the sound of scissors.
"You might want to chill out, I'd hate to see you get cut as your t-shirt is cut away," Steve said. She was then the subject of having her shirt and bra cut from her body with hands still tied behind her. The panties were soon to follow and she was totally naked, a beautiful sight to behold. "Take her to the first viewing room and get her set up," Steve said, "guests will be arriving soon".
It wasn't long before Laura found herself tied to a pole, arms tied over her head while still gagged and blindfolded. Any sounds she made thru the gag seemed to echo. She had been left alone in her new room.
"Welcome to tonight's show," Steve said to the crowd, who cheered the beginning of the nights entertainment. "In the room behind me we have tonight's test subject. You will soon see her tied to a pole and then the "elements" will be added to the situation." Laura could hear nothing in her tiny, soundproof room and could only wait for her ordeal to be over, whenever that would be.
The curtains were opened and the crowd of about 20-25 men and women oohed their approval of their victim. From the back a man came out and first removed her gag. A string of curse words flowed from Laura's mouth, but it only added to the atmosphere for the guests. The hooded figure then removed her blindfold. Repeated blinking to get her eyes adjusted, accomplished nothing, the man was gone and the 2-way mirror did not let her know who might be looking on.
"First, we'll see how long it takes for her tits to respond to the element of cold before letting anybody in", Steve stated.
With that ice cold air was filling the room and the crowd was enjoying seeing Laura's nipples go from normal to rock hard. Between that and her constant squirming in her futile attempts to get free made for a very erotic sight. Hoods were handed out for the ones wanting to go in and have some fun. Certainly nobody could afford to be identified, but another of the turn-on's for those watching was to be able to follow Laura's eyes as she was manhandled.
The group of about 15 that wanted to go in, mostly all men who left their partners to watch, entered the room. One by one they talked down to Laura while rubbing, sucking and probing her. The embarrassment was off the charts as Laura had one after another suck on her stiff nipples while fingering her pussy. Those that remained in the room were pleased with her reactions. She would try to look down at what was happening to her before closing her eyes and turning her head upward in a refusal to acknowledge what was happening.
After the last had finished with her, Steve could see his patrons were very happy and told them to get ready for part 2. The second element was heat. The crowd approvingly looked on as four men entered the room and untied Laura's hands from overhead. They had been instructed to give Laura some distance after untying her in the hopes she would try to escape. It didn't take long for her to begin to fight to get free to the delight of all then seeing her be grabbed by the men, one at each limb. Everybody was totally turned on watching her flail about - she put up a great fight, but was obviously going nowhere.
A second pole was then put in place and as the four men continued their firm grip on her wrists and ankles, a female assistant came in with an assortment of things. Laura suddenly stopped her struggling when she noticed this hooded figure was a female. As embarrassing as it was to be at the mercy of men, she almost melted away at this point.
"No, No, No", Laura pleaded. "Just let me go." She had been broken!
For now they had heard enough from Laura as the first item the woman used was an oversized ball gag. "You talk too much for a helpless pig," the woman said as she fastened the ball in place. "But I do admire your energy, please don't stop putting on a show for the nice people,"
From there collars were attached to each wrist and ankle and she was virtually dragged to the parallel poles set up for her. Bungy cords were then used to stretch her into a X between the poles. Suspended by her arms and feet inches from the floor. This was a fantastic way to get the most from a high-energy slave. It let Laura pull and twist more than if ropes had been used, but she was just as helpless.
Then the men left and the female assistant finished her part. First nipple clamps were attached with the expected beautiful resistance by Laura given. Her embarrassment reached it's pinnacle when the woman inserted a lubricated egg into Laura's pussy. Before leaving, she wrapped a large collar around Laura's neck to complete the feeling of helplessness, then handed Laura the control to the massive egg that had taken residence inside her and told her if she knew what was good for her, don't let go. The gag had served it's intimidating purpose and was removed.
At that point, it was as if the sun had been placed in the room as the heaters were turned on and the temperature began in rise rapidly.
"Following the freezing temperatures, the heat at first feels good, but not for long," Steve told the crowd. "When we get a fighter that embarrasses fairly easily such as our Laura here, let's just say you won't get what you see in a few minutes out of your thoughts for a while."
As Laura began to sweat, her body glistened all over - she was a sight to behold. Over a speaker she heard Steve give his ultimatum. "Laura dear, it's currently 110 degrees in there - hope you are comfy. We know how easily embarrassed you are so here is your offer. The temperature will continue to go up and the only way it will stop is for you to click the control in your hand and hold it for 5 seconds, the heat will stop for a few minutes." The diabolical device would buzz inside Laura at a furious pace but not last long enough for her to orgasm. "Do you understand the rules my dear?" he concluded. A semi-expected "fuck you, fuck all of you" was Laura's reply.
She thought to herself there was no way she would hit that button and put on another show for these assholes, they wouldn't dare raise the heat to a point of actually hurting her.
As the temperature slowly rose and the sweating became more profuse, Laura slowly was losing self-control. When the temperature hit 125 she could take no more and hit the control. True to expectations the egg exploded inside her and it was if she was in the electric chair. For five wonderful seconds her toes pointed to the ground, her back arched, her fingers grabbed furiously at air as she girated her hips uncontrollably. She let the button go and true enough she soon felt the temperature drop. This was repeated three times to the utter delight of the crowd and total embarrassment of Laura.
"OK slave, you have been most entertaining so I will give you the opportunity to put tonight's show to an end. When you next hit the button you must hold it for at least 2 minutes. It's harder than you think dear - first 2 minutes is a long time and while you are finally allowed to be stimulated long enough to orgasm for our viewing pleasure, odds are before the time is up you will forget about the control that has to be held down. Let go and we start over!"
Laura was now petrified more than ever. To gain her freedom, she would have to be the target of a group of people getting off on watching her orgasm, bathed in sweat and thrashing about.
Laura tried to relax as best as she could before her first attempt. She lasted only 40 seconds before letting the button go. Amazingly, she was successful on her second try. It took longer to orgasm than the first one since her tender area was somewhat numb from 40 seconds of fierce vibrating. As the time went by the orgasm hit her just under a minute in. For the final 60 seconds Laura put on a show for the ages. Juices poured down her leg from her sopping wet pussy, mixing with the sweat. She was pulling on the wrist cords much more fiercely than the first time in a desperate attempt to reach her clit. After the time was up she was almost u*********s as the beautiful sight of her collapsed in her bondage, head slumped forward and covered in sweat and her own juices was indeed, something the crowd would never forget.
While still semi-conscious, she was knocked out again inhaling the c*********. She was taken down, showered and redressed sans-bra and with a new t-shirt and put back in her car at home. Laura would awaken an hour later and slowly start to remember all that happened to her. Since she had no idea where she had been and no idea who had a*****ed her, there was no reason to go to the police. She hadn't been ****d so no DNA, she was left to just try to put it in her past.
Laura had almost been able to pretty much put it behind her, but never forgot the final orgasm. When a few months later a letter in the mail arrived with no return address.
"If you enjoyed last October's fun, buy something at the 7-11 down the street on July 30th at 10pm. If I see you there at that time it will be a sign that you'd like to go another round."
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