Sunday I drove over to help Mavis who wasn’t feeling well.. I arrived around 1215 and since her garage door was closed, I parked in the street. I was walking toward the gate so I could do my usual thing of stripping in the garage. However, she opened the front door and waved me in. I asked what I could do to help her today. She said lets start in the kitchen and beckoned me to follow. I did a double take; Katrina and Joan were standing against the back wall grinning. I noticed a case of beer on the table, two 3-liter boxes of wine, a half gallon of vodka and a deli tray stacked high with sandwiches plus munchies. I was surprised and asked what’s up.
Katrina said we’re going to have a party. I looked at her funny and she poured me a shot of vodka and told me to drink it. I asked what the party was for and that I thought Mavis wasn’t feeling well. Joan chirped up and said her aunt would feel a lot better soon. She poured me another shot of vodka and asked if I knew what I’m here for. I said to help Mavis. Katrina said partially true but there’s a different reason; in conversation with Jody they’d discussed something special. That confused me.
Katrina told me to undress completely. After I did she pushed another shot of vodka in my hand and told me to down it. I did but asked what is going on? All I got in return was giggling. She told me to follow her to the basement. Dummy me; I thought I’m going to get caged for a while. We went down. I noticed all the lights were on and two space heaters were warming the basement. On a table I saw bunches of toys, floggers, a spreader bar, a set of suspension cuffs, regular leather cuffs, handcuffs ropes, clamps and dildos. To my right several long chains hung from an overhead beam. I thought okay, chains are a new addition. Katrina told me to finish my drink. She positioned me under the chains, had me hold my arms out in front of me and she put the suspension cuffs on my wrists. Joan lifted my hands up to the chains, connected them with clasps and pulled the chain taunt. Joan got the spreader bar, attached the regular leather cuffs to the ends, kicked my legs apart about 3-4 feet and cuffed my ankles to the spreader. They raised the chain until just the balls of my feet were on the ground. I looked like an upside down Y.
Only then did Katrina tell me about the commitment between herself and Jody that I was to restrained someplace with my hands chained above my head and some girls invited over to spank the shit out of my cunt because I needed “cleansing” plus, a good piss bath and a few other things wouldn’t hurt me either. Now I was concerned and asked who’s coming. Three or four girls were invited and encouraged to bring their friends. I asked again, “who?” She didn’t answer me but nodded to Joan who blindfolded and gagged me with a ball gag. She palmed my cunt, laughed that I was wet and said it’ll be a few minutes before they get here so I had time to think. They went upstairs and left me hanging.
And think I did. I tried to recall recent conversations and remembered Jody mentioning some things involving several girls. Things began to add up. By now I was drooling all over my chin and felt it dripping down on my tits. Every time I moved the chains would rattle and that’s freaky. Mostly, I waited and wondered who was coming and when.
I could hear Katrina, Joan and Mavis talking and laughing upstairs but soon the door bell rang and I heard lots of voices. It sounded like everybody was in the kitchen; then it seemed like more people came in because there was a ton of noise. By now drool was streaking well down my tits and tummy.
In what seemed like an eternity but was probably minutes I heard the basement door open and people coming down, laughing and cutting up. I heard bunches of black girl voices and felt people pinching me, fondling my cunt, pulling my hair and playing with my tits. A girl asked if I knew who this was; I shook my head no. Some one stood in front of me, grabbed my tits and twisted them back and forth. Some one spit in my face. I felt hands squeezing my cunt, pulling my labia apart, raking fingernails across my tummy and butt. Somebody slapped my cunt several times. Another girl said she could do it harder and believe me she did; not once but multiple times. I was shrieking into the gag. Fingers went into my cunt on several occasions and someone fingered my ass.. I yelled. At couple of times I could hear Mavis distinct cackling laugh. One girl lubed my ass and shoved fingers in me while another spread my labia and slapped my cunt with something. I peed uncontrollably all over the floor. I must have peed on one girl because she yelled “bitch” and smacked the shit out of my cunt and tits. I felt some gitl pissing on my cunt and legs. This went on in one form or another for god only knows how long.
Katrina told them to give me a break for a few minutes. She took the ball gag out of my mouth and a glob of drool slid out of my mouth and poured down my front. My jaws were sore. Otherwise I was still tied and chained as I was. When I could form words I told her my shoulders hurt so she massaged them. She told me we’d been going on for an hour and there were many hours of fun left and some of the main girls hadn’t arrived. She pressed a cup of wine to my lips and slowly tilted it down me. I asked for blindfold to be removed but she said no
Through all this I heard girls going up and down the stairs. I don’t know if people were leaving, coming or going upstairs to get refreshments. I had the feeling there were maybe 6, 8, 10 girls but that was simply a meaningless guess.
I know more girls arrived because I heard somebody say come join the party. I heard girls introducing themselves and then I hear Mavis squealing “oh sweetheart I’m so glad you came.” Somebody whispered in my ear and I recognized Whitney's voice. She raked her nails down my underarms, thru my arm pits and down my sides which sent me shivering. I told her I loved her but she responded that what I was in love with was pussy and humiliation. She leaned into me and raked her nails up and down my inner thighs then started fingering me. She asked me in a loud voice if I liked that. Girls started laughing. She kept on fingering me, bunches of laughter echoing, and I gave in and came. Girls laughed and mocked me. Some girl slid a dildo in me and fucked me.
There was constant laughter and trash talking. Music started playing. It sounded like girls were dancing. A girl or perhaps several, I don’t know, danced against my body and kept bumping me with their butts. The smell of liquor and beer was everywhere so I figured all the goodies in the kitchen had been moved down here. One girl rubbed what turned out to be a sandwich in my cunt and stuck it in my mouth.
I heard some girl yell “let’s fuck whitey!” Somebody shoved a ring gag into my mouth. They uncuffed the spreader bar from my ankles and a bunch of girls lifted my feet off the floor and pulled my legs apart until they were in a wide V; my cunt was now wide open and completely vulnerable. I was literally hanging by my hands. Girls were all over my cunt beating it, putting clothes pins on my labia, flicking them, talking back and forth faster than I could comprehend. I was screaming through the gag and drooling like crazy. They put the other set of suspension cuffs on my ankles and I heard chains rattling and clanking, but multiple sets of hands were still holding my legs apart. They removed their hands and my legs were suspended in the wide V. Some of them held my body while they lowered the chains holding my wrist cuffs until my face was about to their waist level. They pulled my hair back and my face was right at somebody’s cunt.
The smacks on my cunt became relentless and much harder; some were with open hands, some with what felt like floggers or paddles and I know someone was using a crop. I constantly groaned and yelled. Somebody started fucking me. Again I got pissed on a couple of times. How long this tormenting went on, I have no idea. Apparently Katrina was upstairs because I heard footsteps on the stairs and she yelled to knock it off. I heard her telling them some things and somebody slid a table under my ass for support and that took a lot of pressure off my hands and arms. When she was satisfied the position was right she told them to start fucking me again. They did. My labia were pulled and pinned until I thought I’d pass out. Somebody beat my cunt hard with a belt or strap and I pissed again. Once again I must have pissed on some girl because I got my face slapped.
This would go on and pause, start again and so forth. There was one point where this hand kept slapping my cunt. I heard Katrina ask who she was and how old she was. I don’t know what she said but Tisha yelled who belongs to this girl. Somebody responded she was her half sister. Katrina asked how old this person was and I heard “12”. She said get her ass out of here. I’m sketchy on the details but apparently this kid was really getting her jolly’s spanking my cunt.
I begged to get out of the cuffs, gag and blindfold but I couldn’t form understandable words. I kept uttering nonsense sounds and drooling. Finally Tisha removed the gag. I pleaded to her to release me. She agreed but told me there'd be hell to pay and I’d eventually be string up again. I told her I don’t care. They eased my feet to the floor and took those cuffs off, then helped me to a sitting position on the table, removed the chain from those suspension cuffs and took them off. They removed the blindfold.
When my eyes adjusted to the light I went, “Oh fuck!” I counted either 15 or16 girls. I recognized Whitney, Jessie, Jeanne, and Felicia. After a minute or two I picked up on Ayesha, Regina and Nicole. But the rest I’d never laid eyes on. In addition to those 15 or 16, Mavis was sitting like a princess in her old green chair, Katrina and Joan standing by the stairs. I would say most of the girls were in their late teens early twenties. I felt mortified and humiliated seeing them; in fact, I wished I’d never asked for the blindfold to be removed. They, in turn, were laughing, drinking, poking fun at me, joking around, dancing and rapping. Most of the girls were in jeans and tops, a few in shorts, a few half naked. I think a few of them may have had sex with each other.
One girl came over to me, have no idea what her name was at that time, and called me “one serious bitch face”. She got nasty with me, I know she was drunk. She had on red shorts, cork soled mules and a tight orange top with a college name. She was really full bodied, rounded ass and huge tits pressing against the top. She began pushing me, giving me a lot of verbal about being a booty call, a skank and deserved this beat down. She asked Katrina if she had the right to use me. The girl pulled me off the table by my hair and pressed me to the floor. She wrestled herself on top of me, unzipped her shorts and worked her panty clad pussy right over my face and told me to suck her off. Trust me she was strong, street wise and ready. She wiggled out of the shorts and pinned me to the floor. The girls started cheering her on, she shed the panties and stuck her pussy in my face. She was trimmed and had a huge cunt. I started eating her. She never let go of my hair. I made her cumm and she forced my face in her ass. She wanted to know if she could take this bitch (me) home. Katrina pulled aside and they talked.
The music and the drinking were still in full force. The majority of them were standing around insulting me. Another girl got down on me. I was worn to a frazzle but I sucked her off. She was a friend of Jeanne’s. I did Jeanne next. Then Ayesha crawled on me, then Felicia, then some other girl I don’t know and then another girl, kind of chubby, and finally Whitney. While I was doing them, most of the others cheered and hurling nasty comments, some danced and drank but everybody was yelling. I lay in the floor worn to a frazzle.I got pissed on a couple of times until Tisha gave me a break, dragged the cage out of the corner, shoved me inside and locked the door. That’s when I really started getting pissed on. Dear old Mavis led the way with that.
After some time in the cage and getting repeatedly soaked in piss or cups of beer, Jeanne, Whitney and another girl dragged me out of the cage and held me down on the floor. I got pissed on probably by 8 or 10 of them until I was drenched head to foot. Then Whitney pissed in my mouth before she and two others dragged me back over to the chains. A couple of the girls put the suspension cuffs back on my wrists and I was hoisted up by my arms until my feet were off the floor. (Whitney told me later to see me dangling naked glistening in piss was one of the most beautiful sights she’d ever seen.) This brazen girl, who fucked me first and called me “bitch face” who I now had identified as Yvonne, began to whip my cunt with the crop. Several of the girls held my legs apart. A girl got under me and fucked my ass with a dildo while another beat me. I was crying. Tisha told them to stop; it was over. They eased me back down to the floor and took the cuffs off. I collapsed on my side trying to regain my composure. The girl named Yvonne said she was a friend of Felicia’s and she had my number. She told me goodbye. The others did, too. Within 10-15 minutes probably everybody had filed out except Whitney and Jessie.
It was around 5:30. Whitney and Katrina helped me upstairs while Jessie and Joan cleaned downstairs. I showered then took a long sit bath and let Whitney wash me. After I’d dried off I lay in Mavis bed and napped for about an hour. Katrina and I talked for a while. She told me I’d performed beautifully and I definitely made some new friends. Mavis even complimented me.
I thanked everybody and took my leave. I am still so sore and bruised. Beyond that, I’m cleansed.
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