My First Sextoy free porn video

(( So instead of paying attention in class today, I was doing this... I know, bad girl, but it's my Birthday! I can do what I want! Obviously, this is not real, it's just fun. Take it as a such. Also, this is sort of going to serve as like a writing prompt. Feel free to write a little story of your turn (or turns), or even several in a row! If I like them, I'll add them to the story as what really happens, and try to keep consistent with what's already happened! Could be a fun, like, community idea. Also, of note, the events portrayed here are *not* to be considered ****. There's nonconsent present, but I'm entirely into it, the nonconsent is just added humiliation and helplessness. ))

I take a deep breath as I stare across the parking lot full of nervous, pacing men. I'm confused, as I'd never thought an adult toy store would have people waiting for it to open... Much less an entire crowd. It's intimidating, but also comforting in a weird way. Perhaps this whole purchasing pleasure thing wasn't as taboo as I was allowing myself to believe? I've never owned any toys of my own, and while I'd felt comfortable enough purchasing sexy clothing and a few odds and ends online, but the more research I did on sex toys the more I wanted a professional opinion. My thoughts: In order to run an adult toy store, one would have to be something of an expert, right? So, here we are.

The words nervousness, uncertainty or even fear do not describe what I feel right now. What I feel goes deeper than those words. I'd thought up this plan, but as I'd ran the scenario through my head I'd thought that going right as the place opened would give me the least amount of embarassment, and the least amount of company in the store. To this end, I'd called earlier, only to have a nervous sounding boy answer. I nearly hung up, but willed myself to ask when they'd be opening tonight. He'd seemed almost as scared as I when he answered they'd be opening later than usual, nearly 9 pm. Here I was, a hand full of minutes until that time. These men seemed anxious... I'd only seen such unsettling energy waiting for pre-releases on video games and phones, or outside the mall on the eve of Black Friday Mania.

Of course, what I don't see as I stare at the electronic display of my car's clock is that these men seem to mostly be holding fliers. Even if I could see them I have no way to really understand what I would be seeing. I also am entirely blind to the fancy promotional signage advertising a strange one-time event, so lost in my own anxiety. If I could just leave my own head for a moment, I'd see that the shop's promotion had a set of rules set up, as follows:

Any item's price is 3 times what the item says during promotion.

You must wait your turn for use of the subject. No crowding!

You are allowed 3 minutes with the subject to use your purchase (each purchase means 3 minutes, yes multiple purchases may be stacked in sequence).

No fighting, arguing or rude comments among patrons or the promotion is shut down immediately.

If the subject says NO, you stop, and may expect a full refund.

Items you do not take with you after your turn, become the subject's. It's only fair, guys!

I don't see any of this though. I also don't notice that the scrawney k** working there seems stressed, as his model hasn't arrived and none of his backups are responding, and he's about to have a parking lot full of angry men to try to appease. I have no way of knowing his fear that they'll get violent and he'll have no way to stop him. I don't even know that the owner decided to step out for the day, and leave him to the event by himself. Instead, I see that the time has ticked over, and glance up to see the shifting uneasy mass of men has started enterring the shop, shoving the young man inside back against his counter, which he promptly steps around into the relative safety. So, I swallow hard, and get out...

Walking slowly as my feet feel like weights are attached, I head towards the door. I'm telling myself repeatedly that it's not happening, then that it's not a big deal, trying to figure out which lie helps me more, but mostly occupying my mind so my feet keep moving. Better to be upfront with myself, surely, and embrace the fear, but I'm already not doing that.

As I walk, I keep wishing that the fog of anxiety will be lifting by some sudden realization that it's not a big deal, everyone does this kind of thing. But nothing comes. When I reach the door I know that this entire thing was a washout. Not only am I a pervert that goes to a porn store, I'm also a failure that can't think up a good idea and follow through.

They've not even closed the door though, so I can hear from inside the poor clerk trying to explain the situation. I'm confused and intrigued, and my anxiety needs me to focus on something else to be able to think clearly so this is as good as anything.

"Hey guys, I'm really so-," He begins to apologize as I open the door some more to let them know I'm behind them...but the door is opened fully by two eager men. They hastily push the doors all the way open to the magnetic latches which stumbles me back. I see a flood of men inside.

Men rush to different sections, clearly have planned out what they wanted to get. I get a tingle of fear as most of them if not all, look a bit crazed. They look like a****ls instead of civilized human beings. That something primal has been awakened and it's best not to get in the way. It's so shocking that I've completely forgotten what I was trying to listen in on. I just want to stay out of their way, and then I noticed the signs. There must be a truly shameless whore here to let all these savages have their way with her. I catch myself squirming, imagining being so confident, then blushing at the thought of the humiliation...

A man rushes to the counter so fast that he slams into it. He then slams down a boxed object as if he's won the race. Another man almost runs into him as he too was trying to be the first in line. The first one doesn't even seem to notice as he looks around as if searching for the cashier right in front of him. Frustrated as if time is running out, he takes out a fistful of money and slams it on the counter, not caring at all about the change or even what the price is.

"Where's the girl?!" He yells out, looking around. This gets the attention of a good deal of men, but when he repeats it, all of them stop and notice. Now they begin to look about. The search for a woman seems to be the only thing that can stop them from their primal shopping. Soon all of them are looking around, even looking behind the products on the shelf as if a woman could be hiding there.

"There!" The man at the counter says excitedly and points in my direction. Confused, I turn around as I didn't see any women enter into the store, just all those excited pervs. When I turn around, I see no one else even near where he's pointing. Who the hell is he pointing at?

"OH SHIT," the words come spilling out of my mouth as my eyes widen in complete and utter fear. My entire body turns ice cold as if my body was dumped at the North Pole. It's such a familiar paralyzing fear that I don't even think to run out of the store. Even if I had, I couldn't. My body and mind disconnect almost entirely.

They think that I'm the girl. The girl for the promotion. The one they get to do whatever they want with whatever they buy. But I'm not. Clearly...they have to know that. I mean, I'm no whore or slut or even a liberated woman. I mean, I'm in a sweater and jeans! That's not sexy clothes of a sexy girl looking for sexy sex. I've never even had sex, I've only ever given a blow job!

"I..." I manage to stutter out but then strong hands grab my arms. They pull me towards the man at the counter as if I weighed nothing. The blow of it makes what I was saying trail off. As they pull me, I try to tell them but I hear such things as "He paid for his purchase." And "He gets 3 minutes!" And "It's only fair!"

I keep trying to speak as they drag me closer, but I freeze at the sight of the guy's face. It's scary. There's arousal, greed, hell even anger in his face. It's as if he's waited his entire life for this moment. That nothing is going to keep him from his greatest moment.

"I never get to use one of these!" The man says as everyone is focused on him at the moment. The other men cheer and agree with him, as if this is some twisted sort of group therapy. Like they have all been where he is.

"All the bitches I get to bed are such fucking prudes," he tells them to more grunts of agreement. Now I'm but feet away from him, still being dragged. I'm still stunned by all that's happening that I don't even move. I mean, my feet are barely even touching the floor.

Then I see him grab the box he purchased and damn near rip it apart to get it open. It's now I see what he bought. It's a gag. A ball gag. A big red ball with black straps on the sides. On the box I see the words "The Bitch Gagger."

"Wa-" I open my mouth to tell him to wait as he reaches towards me, but then the ball is jammed in my mouth. It's jammed inside, sending pain at it clips my teeth and forces my mouth open. At once I try to bite down, try to get it out of my mouth but the thing is jammed inside, making it impossible to close my mouth.

Forcefully my head is pulled forward and downward, making me dizzy for a moment from the fast movement. Once I shake off the dizziness I feel that he's clasped the ball gag on the back of my head, and affixed the locking mechanism making it impossible for me to take off unless I have assistance. Then my upper body is yanked upward, where I come face to face with the man.

"YEAH!" The man erupts as if he's won the lottery. Seeing me with a gag in my mouth fills him with such ecstasy that I'm blown away. The man actually walks away, looking like he's just creamed his pants at the sight of me alone.

It takes me a few moment to realize that this is quickly getting out of hand. I reach my hands meekly up once I feel that the men have let go of me. I'll remove this gross thing and tell them that I'm not the woman. That there's been a horrible misunderstanding, and I'm not a slut, I'm just a college girl who wanted to ask about toys. I'm shaking... Both from the fading paralysis and the twinge of humiliation.

"My turn!!!" A man says and pushes forward, almost knocking me over. I reach out and grab hold of anything I can so I don't fall over, only to find that the man who ran into me has grabbed onto me to prevent this. I see it's the second man that was in the line.

"Wait, stop!" I attempt to say but the gag makes it comes out like a slutty moan. He's put a pink, furry handcuff on my left wrist. I see that the cuff has a rather long rope/chain thing that goes to another cuff. As odd as it is, I actually think why in the world the shop would sell those. I mean, they suck as being handcuffs. If you put them on a person, it wouldn't prevent their hands from moving at all. I'm pretty sure even behind my back, I'd be able to jump over the chain and be free.

Then the universe decides to answer my questions as it shows me the purpose of these cuffs. The guy proceeds to throw the other cuff up in the air...and over a beam that runs across the top of the ceiling. A moment later the other cuff falls down, having sailed over the beam.

"NO!" I attempt to say and pull away but the gag stops my words and I bump into the crowd that is now surrounding me. This makes it easy for the guy to grab my free arm and pull it up. He first pulls on the free cuff, forcing my already cuffed hand upward. Then some friendly helpful man grabs my wrist from behind to steady it for him so he can snap the cuff on my free hand.

The sound of the cuff clicking seems to echo around the shop as it sound to me what a jail cell closing must sound like for prisoners. My hands are cuffed...helpless. Both are far over my head, bound by cuffs that appear to be extremely strong despite the novelty design. Being so naturally small, I'm forced onto my tip toes to avoid pain in my shoulders, and I, for the first time in my life, become grateful for those dance classes.

Now I look around at the large crowd. I'm gagged, strung up and helpless. With no way to tell them I'm not the girl for the promotion. With no way to even communicate at all. I look to the terrified k** behind the counter, who has calmed considerably, and almost seems apologetic as he watches them gather around me. Surely he could tell I'd been saying no. Surely he'd tell them to stop. The rules!

Suddenly a strange thing happens. A tingle bursts between my legs. Not really between my legs, but inside me. It's a dark tingle, like something that could never be scratched. And it, well, it feels good. It is fear and worry, but it's exciting...and sexual.

"I..errr, alright, let's do this right fellas," one of the guys says, seemingly taking charge. "Like it says, let's make a line and you got to pay the right price and all that," he tells everyone. He has a very demanding and in charge tone about him, the sort that is a natural leader.

"We don't want them to cancel this, alright? So let's do as it says and we each get 3 minutes," he tells them. Then another strange thing happens. They all seem to be listening to the guy. More than that they nod their heads as if in agreement with him. He winks to the k** behind the counter.

To my utter surprise I watch as they actually form a line that almost goes out of the shop. They race to get into their spot in line, but there's no fighting or anything. They are acting as if this is still the promotion and that someone is running the store. It's such a crazy sight that I almost laugh, not that I can at the moment.

I think for sure I am about to be gang-****d, repeatedly. That's the reason I tell myself I'm not shaking my head and fighting as I think this would arouse them more. I read that somewhere that by struggling, r****ts get turned on more, so I don't want to help them in that department. Truthfully, I couldn't struggle if I wanted. My body wouldn't let me... Now I see that me not doing so has made it seem like I am the whore that was supposed to do this.

"I...I still get 2 minutes!" the guy that purchased the cuffs tells everyone, to which no one objects. His face pops up inches from mine and I lean back as much as I can as he's all in my oxygen.

"Thank you for this. I've always wanted to do this, you know?" He tells me excitedly, as if I'm being a pal and helping him out. To make this situation all the more horrible, he lifts up a blindfold band, and then slides it down the top of my head until it blocks my eyes completely. It fits snuggly and now I see darkness, except for faint outlines of thing due to the tiny holes in the fabric so air can get through.

I feel him duck down now and a moment later I feel my jeans...yanked down. He does this forcefully, making my sensible loose fitting jeans fling down where they pool at my ankles. I gasp at this as I feel the cool air on my bare legs while my lacy blank panties are plainly seen to everyone of them. All I do in response of this is to let out a soft whimper as I still try to tell myself that this isn't really happening. That all these men aren't looking at my bare legs and panties.

A groan comes out of me now as I then feel my panties forced down. He grabs the waistband on either side of my hips and yanks them down like my jeans...exposing my womanhood. My most private and precious place comes to everyone's view. A place that only a handful of people have ever seen. And through I can't see, I can feel the dozens of men staring at it.

I sway a bit as I feel in a daze. I consider that I could start to struggle and get their attention. That if I do they might take off the gag and I could explain the situation. But then I think...maybe this won't be so bad. Maybe my plan will work after all. I'd learn a lot about these toys, and I'd already gained a gag from the ordeal... What? No, Jesus, stop thinking like that. Then another thought enters my head that if I do manage to tell them that this isn't the promotion...they won't care, and then I really will be gang ****d.

"This is so great. I've always wanted to strip a tied up girl," the man tells me as if it is a confession. Then I feel my sweater being lifted up and again all I do is whimper. My instinct is to try to stop him from doing so...but he does it so fast that I'm unable to do anything but feel him do it. It's pulled over my head and up my arms, where it hangs off my arms and droops over my head.

Again I feel eyes as they all see my black bra. The black bra that is my favorite. That is the most comfy. That I feel is most cute.

I realize that now that even if I wanted to stop them...I can't. Even if I start shaking my head, they won't see because the sweater is hanging down and blocking most of my face. And I can't kick or anything or else I'll fall over thanks to how I'm already on my tippytoes thanks to the cuffs. If I did try to kick, they would probably assume I'm being sexy or something.

I yelp in reaction, a yelp that dies on the gag in my mouth when I feel my bra ripped apart. It was a front fabric bra but he, in his excitement tears it, or at least that's what it feels like. Just grabbed the fabric and pulled with both hands to rip it apart. To rip apart my favorite bra. Destroyed, just like I fear I'm about to be.

My face goes red under my sweater as I feel my bare breasts free of the bra, exposed to all of them. As I have cute little B breasts, I don't tend to catch guys staring which is one of the reason I wear baggy sweaters to hide my shame at their small size. They don't feel small now, however... I feel the subtle jiggle of my breasts as they seem to be constantly moving due to my heaving breath. I feel my nipples hardening from the cold and wonder just how roughed up they are about to become.

The sound of cheering erupts at my being stripped. All of the guys clap, hoot and some even whistle at my humiliation of being strung up, gagged and stripped. They love seeing me like this, naked, exposed, helpless and best of all, unable to see my face, making me some faceless piece of ass. A naked whore for them to do whatever they want to. This for some crazy reason makes that dark tingle flare to the point I actually rock my hips some.

"My turn now," a deeper voice comments and I hear some shuffling and movement though I can't see anything. Still in a daze, I vaguely move my head in attempt to see this new man and what he means to do. I catch his outline going to the counter, but then he moves out of my sight. To this, my breath is nearly a pant as I think that maybe I'll wake up at any moment.

"Sorry gents if any of you were going to do this, but I get to be first," the deep voice man says and then there's a lot of laughter. With the laughter, I hear him unboxing something. From the ripping of the box, I know the man is excited for whatever he's about to do.

"Don't worry mate, I call doing it to those cute-ass titties," a man that sounds like he's from Australia says to laughter once again. To this I turn in that direction, actually confused.

"Then I call her pussy!" Another man calls out to laughter and a few cheers again. If I could talk I would scream "What the fuck are you talking about?!" I mean, what is he planning on doing? It's clearly not, well, sex if whomever the other guy is claimed my pussy. I can't believe I really just thought that.

SLAP! I let out a high pitch squeal and yelp as something long and thick slaps across my ass cheeks hard making my ass clench and my hips thrust forward.

"Oh yeah, that's it, make that ass tight," the deep voice man says lovingly then strikes me hard again, making that clapping sound ring out. I feel whatever he strikes me with reach over both cheeks and leaves a red indentation. That indentation stings and throbs at the same time, making me squirm as much as I can. I even feel the heat coming from my ass, both from the pain and humiliation of what he's doing.

He's spanking me. He bought a damn paddle and is spanking me. He's spanking my ass.

"That's it, you've been a bad little bitch, haven't you?" He asks and then strikes my ass again, making me yelp out yet again and sending my hips forward, away from the pain. It's such a hard strike that the force of my jerking from it makes my perky little tits bounce. Then he strikes again, making me cry out louder, through the gag prevents this.

"You know you deserve this, don't you, you little bitch," he states and strikes me again. "You deserve it for being naked like this, in front of all these men like the whore that you are," he continues and strikes me again, and again, and again.

He starts to slaps my ass over and over with that paddle, not giving me any chance to breathe or get away as he makes sure to cover all of my ass. One after another, he keeps on and on, making the throbbing explode and me squirm. And after each time, he hits harder until I'm sure he's reaching far back to strike me.

My yelps almost become screams as he keeps spanking my bare ass. Only...I feel myself about to cum. I don't know why, maybe it's being tied up, maybe it's being gagged, or maybe it's my face being hidden, hell maybe it's him saying all those things, but something forces that orgasm to come forward. I try to force it down, but much like how my body is helpless at the moment, I feel helpless to my emotions too.

"This will teach you to mess with me, you tiny titted bitch," he says and strikes me the hardest yet. And on that strike, my body trembles and my legs give out as an orgasm runs over me. It just explodes from my stomach and goes in all directions, sending those beautiful dark waves all over my body. It only lasts a few seconds where I find that I'm hanging on my cuffs, but it's clear, I just came from being spanked as I've never had it done before. I've just cum without having sex. I just came from being spanked.

"Three minutes is up man," someone says as if he doesn't really want to say it. "Worth it," the deep voice man says, not upset at all about it.

"Just wait till what I'm going to buy next you sexy little bitch," the man states happily then open hand slaps my redden ass to make me yelp one last time. I hear him walk off, leaving me with the horrid pain of my entire ass swelling as it is so red.

"What did you buy man?" Someone asks as a new person comes up to me, standing in front of me. He must show them because I hear satisfied sounds of approval. A moment later I hear him taking something out of plastic, or at least that is what it sounds like. I move my head about, trying hard to try and get a glimpse of the outline of whatever it is.

"Hold still now," the man says and I feel him getting closer. I wait for him to do, well, whatever it is he's going to do, but he doesn't. But I still feel him in front of me. I get confused again as no one is saying anything at all, almost as if they are intently watching whatever he is doing, which scared me a good deal.

I then notice that I am standing still. That I'm doing as he told me to do. That dark tingle roars to life at this as it's the first time I've ever thought about something; am I really submissive? Do I want to be submissive? Something about him telling me what to do in this helpless state...it's arousing.

Suddenly horrible pain racks both of my nipples. It feels like something or somethings are biting my nipples with a great amount of force. Unable to help it, I scream loudly into my gag, which I know all of them hear as I try hard to free my hands to stop whatever it is that is doing this to my poor, tender nipples. They feel crushed, they feel flattened, they feel pinched by a robot.

Nipple clamps. He just put nipple clamps on me, both at the same time. The knowledge he did this to cause me as much pain as possible almost hurts as bad as all the laughter I hear at my reaction to the pain. They are actually laughing at me. Laughing at me struggling and squirming. And hearing that laughter again makes that tingle burn harder, worrying me that I may actually orgasm again.

Now that the surprise of it fades, I can feel the nipple clamps. They are metal ones and actually sort of heavy. I can also feel there's a chain linking them because it's swinging gently and hits my stomach a few times.

"For my three minutes, I'm going to do something I've always wanted to do," the man tells me, only he doesn't say it as if he's confessing something. No, this guy's voice sounds playful. When I picture that voice in my head, I picture a 30 something man that has a good job, not great, but good which allows him to get away with a few cheeky things in his life.

Then I feel an uneasy pressure on my nipples. I feel them being gently pulled. I gulp and bite on my gag as any little movement makes that horrible biting pain start all over again. It feels like he's pulling on the chain in a downward motion, but that doesn't feel right.

This feeling continues until I find that he's lifting the clamps somehow. My nipples were pointed down due to the clamps, but now I feel them pointing forward. They still feel crushed and pinched, but now aimed forward from having the clamps lifted. Without my sight I'm forced to really feel what is happening to my body to which I see the picture in my mind. This is probably why my body is so sensitive to what's happening cause I have no other stimuli to process.

It hits me what he's doing, much like a cartoon with the light bulb going off. The chain. He's lifting the chain. He's grabbed it right at the middle and if slowly lifting it upward. The lifting takes the weight off my nipples, which is why they've moved upward.

But, if he's doing that, then that would mean...oh no. Oh no. I begin to shake my head no in a pleading motion as I know what he's doing, or what he's about to do. He's lifting the chain that is connected to the nipple clamps higher and higher. He means to lift it all the way up, and pull my nipples and breasts along with it! He means to lift my tits by the clamps. He means to pull my tits up.

The passionate shaking of my head leads to much laughter from the group as I feel my nipples being pulled up and up. At this I begin to try and talk, but all that happens is I sound like I'm trying to hum as the gag prevents everything. Scared as I know the pain that's about to come, my tone goes higher and higher pitched as I feel my breasts actually start to lift now.

Oh, the pain. My crushed nipples pull and carry the weight of my breasts with them now. Never before have I felt such sensitive pain like this. It's sharp yet makes the damned tingling ache even more. It's more than just pain, it's...the humiliation. It's of seeing what I think my tits look like at this, at what the men are seeing. That he's doing to me what only ever happens in porn videos.

My body tenses as my tits are now pulled straight up by the clamps. From my mouth a constant cry of pain comes out to be deadened by the gag. My body trembles as I squirm as I try to do anything to stop this humiliating pain.

Then the bastard does something even worse. He lifts the chain high then starts to move it over my head, letting it trail over the sweater that's still resting on top of my head. He keeps doing this...until both breasts are not just forced up, but backward, where I feel them against the sides of my chin. He's shoving them in my own face.

He somehow attaches the chain to my hair or sweater because he lets go of the chain and it stays. It stays there, keeping my tits in this pulled positioned, basically on the sides of my face where I could lick my own nipples if I wasn't gagged. The pain of this is horrendous, but it's the humiliation that makes my face bright red as I can't believe they are doing this to me. To ME. To the good girl, not the painslut or whore that's cheated on everyone. I can't believe they are laughing at me like this either. And boy, are they laughing. It's like they never stop.

Finally I get the idea to I move my head down some and thankfully the chain unlatches and my breasts plop back down, where they bounce almost immediately back into place while I hear the chain hit itself a few times. To this the horrible pain fades as the strain on my nipples is no more. At this, I hear a few of them groan as if disappointed, which makes me want to scream at them.

"One last thing I want to do, I know I don't have that much time left," the man who clamped my tits says. "Neh, you got about 40 seconds," someone else says. "Ah, cool, you timing everyone?" Someone else asks. "Yeah, keeping us all honest, ya know?" The man replies. Hearing all this I would be shocked perverts could be so organized and polite if I wasn't in such pain and humiliation.

"Oh, ouch," I hear a man say as many others groan in reaction. To this I stiffen as I'm guessing the man who clamped my tits is showing everyone some new toy he purchased. From the sounds of it, whatever it is, it's going to hurt.

Not but a second later I discover what it is. And again, never did I think it would happen to me. My nipples are pulled down, hard. The chain is yanked down, stretching both my nipples again, only this time my breasts... swing. Again, I scream into my gag at the horrid pain of this. In my mind I picture my poor, tender tits being pulled to the ground, even if it's nothing like that.

At first I think the guy is yanking the chain down to pull it off, but I figure he's not. He's attached a fucking weight to the chain and dropped it. I know this because I feel the weight swinging, making both of my tits swing with it as they are dragged down. He's not only clamped my nipples, but added weight for maximum pain and humiliation.

How much weight did he add? 100 pounds? 200? I know it's really only a pound or maybe up to 5, but damn it, this hurts! And what makes it hurt even more as I hear cheers and laughter as the crowd watches all of this. They watch as my tits stretch and swing as they are clamped and weighted. Oh how they laugh and cheer. I even hear a few tell him to make them swing more.

Oh, how this is just the beginning.

"Who's next?" Someone says. "I am," someone with an evil sounding voice responds. The owner of this voice makes my skin crawl. He makes me think of a short, seedy 40 year old bald man that dresses too flashy and goes to clubs to hit on the college girls that want nothing to do with him.

"But, you haven't bought anything," the man timing everyone remarks. "Oh yes I did, everyone saw me, I bought this," the evil sounding one replies. To this there is silence for a long moment, then someone yells out, "Yeah!" After that there's laughter, cheers and some protest. Admit all of this I hear someone say something like; "Damn that's a great idea!"

"Doesn't say anything about it in the rules," the evil man says as if trying to convince someone. "I've purchased this, and I get to use it on the toy," he states clearly, as if he's playing by the rules. Next I hear the tearing of a wrapper, like you would hear when you open a candy bar. I try to think of what a sex shop sells that could be put in a candy bar wrapper, but at the moment I'm having trouble thinking. I've never been in one, so it could be anything... Do they sell condoms? Oh god, is it a condom?

"This lovely product promises to make you a real man, all night long," he announces to everyone. Cold fear runs over me as I hear the unmistakable sound of a belt being undone. Now I hear pants being pulled down. He's undressing. He's undressing!

I hear the man put something in his mouth comically, then hear what sounds like him drinking something with audible theatrical glugs. Whatever he's doing, he's making a point of getting everyone to see him do it.

"Now...let's see if it works!" He says and many people start to clap. Some keep on protesting, but the protesters seem to be outnumbered. All of this serves to make me even more scared.

"Shouldn't need more than a minute anyway," he adds on, and there's much laughter at his joke. I hear my whimpers start as I'm positive he means to fuck me. Means to take me against my will like this.

"Point her this way man," someone that's far away yells. To this my hips are grabbed fiercely and I'm turned forcefully. I can only guess that I'm facing the line fully now. That they can see my tits, pussy and humiliation.

"If those pills work, I got to get me them in bulk!" Someone yells out to a few grunts and laughs of agreement. My stomach then drops as I figure out what's happening. He purchased some of those cheap, herbal pills that promise to make your dick harder and bigger than ever you see on Amazon. That just proves...he's about to fuck me. Fuck me in front of everyone. No one is going to stop him.

I begin to try and talk now, but the gag prevents me. I shake my head to show I don't want it, only the guy lowers my sweater to hide my face. My fear level amps up as this guy knows I don't want it. He knows I'm trying to get everyone's attention. To this, I attempt to kick the man as he stands behind me. But he grabs my leg and holds it, keeping me off balance and hanging off my cuffs.

"Look at that, she's helping!" He says and many laugh. My anger explodes at this as he knows I don't want this, and yet he's playing it off. He's even convincing the others that they didn't really see it. He's tricking them into believing I'm playing along.

Now my other leg is grabbed, taking both my feet off the ground completely. He proceeds to step backward, making my arms pull back on the cuffs, torturing my shoulders, as his body goes between my legs. He's between my legs now, which means there's nothing I can do to stop him. He's going to fuck me and I can't do a single thing to stop it. Even if I start screaming or howling, he'll convince them it's me moaning or something.

"Here it is bitch, be good and I'll be good to you," he whispers softly so that only I hear him as he holds my hips. "I'm taking your pussy if you like it or not," he adds and then laughs.

Hearing this makes my anger roar but also makes that dark tingle roar just as bad. My mind spins as I can't believe this is happening to me. That I'm about to be ****d and a part of me wants it. That it's turning me on.

He positions his member at my opening now, poking me with it. I feel his cock at my pussy, pressing against it, making me feel it pulse. Making me feel what is about to violate me. And the worst thing of all, is I beg my body not to cum from this, but I know I am about to...

Without warning he shoves his cock forward and it easily goes inside my dripping wet pussy. It glides in easy and deep, making me groan, moan and gag at the same time from the feeling. He lets out a very loud moan, almost comically so, no doubt to hide my own noises.

"Damn that's a good pussy," he says as I feel my 'good' pussy cling to his cock. His hands go to my hips to better hold me now, and instead of him thrusting back, he moves my body forward instead. He pushes me forward a bit and then slams me back on his cock, impaling me on it. When he does this, I feel my clamped titties bounce, much to the delight of the crowd.

This is why he has me so far back and hanging from the cuffs, so he could MAKE me fuck him. He didn't want to have to thrust and fuck me, no, he wanted to make me fuck him.

Again he pushes my body forward, then slams me on his cock. He does this again and again, starting the tit-bouncing rhythm. And each time I feel his cock in my private place. I feel the bumps and edges of his manhood rub against the slick insides of my pussy. I feel the fiction of it as he takes me as I'm tied up, helpless and have my titties clamped.

I'm unable to do anything as he fucks me. Unable to do anything about the cheers of the men, their laughter, or even their comments about how much my tits are bouncing. And I can't do anything about the orgasm that explodes inside me from being fucked like this. It erupts as I knew it would.

I scream into my gag screams of pleasure and humiliation from my orgasm. The dark humiliation is far too much for me to take and my body twitches, spasms and jerks as if it wants everyone to know I'm cumming. And as I cum, he bounces me off his cock even harder, no doubt energized by this reaction. He bounces me so hard that on the peak of my cumming, I feel my tits ache within.

"Fuck," the man hisses and suddenly lets go of me completely, making my body swing on the cuffs, thus his cock sliding out of me completely. As my entire body swings for a bit, I hear the man rush over and then groan loudly. He leaves me swinging like this, sweaty, pussy throbbing and panting as I swing for a few times before able to move my feet to touch the ground with my tiptoes to stop myself.

"You alright man?" Someone asks after a moment. "Yeah, yeah, couldn't cum in the stupid bitch, you know?" The man answers from wherever he is. This actually forces my orgasm to fade completely as it means the guy must have cum on the floor somewhere, and probably won't clean it up.

My poor tender pussy throbs as it was just fucked. My nipples feel crushed as they are still clamped and have been lifted about. And my poor ass still throbs from the vicious spanking they gave me, not to mention how I'm blindfolded and gagged. There are murmers of disapproval among the throng, however. Finally, a younger voice cries out, "If she's such a good slut, she should be shaved. It's hard to see how far she's spread from back here with that bush!"

There are shouts of agreement, and a mixed sentiment from mostly older voices. Finally, the deep voiced commanding man speaks up over the din, and quietens everyone down, "Hey! Hey! Everyone, calm down. If you keep that up, this guy's gonna have to kick us out, right k**?" He says, once again looking to the now fully enthralled clerk. He shakes himself free from the aroused cobwebs in his mind, and nods, "R.. Right!"

"However, the guy's got a point. I've worked for the city. Purely, for health and sanitation reasons, your toy here needs to be shaved." This stings, as he just refers to me as an object, and I whine into the gag... He had been getting closer and closer from his place in line, and finally he places a warm hand on my tormented ass. The smooth rubbing and cupping feels nice, and I wince hearing myself moan...

The k** stammers for a moment, but only a moment. He snaps, and nods, "There's an old shaving kit in storage. I'll handle this right away, sir. Apologies, she was very late or we'd have already handled this." and I hear him running down the hall toward the back...

"Well, no reason we can't still punish the little slut for being late to her job. Who's turn is next?" Someone says, and I gulp... this is going to be the longest night ever...