Around 10:00 on Friday evening, Molly came back with Stephanie, Rhonda, Kristie and Julie. The funny thing was they also brought Linda, literally dragging her in. Within minutes she’d been stripped naked and passed around to the black girls. If you remember, Linda is not a fan of black girls and freaked a bit that one time Katrina and some others used her in Katrina’s playroom. Zamara took an interest and was all over her.
I was tied between the columns separating the foyer from the parlor and got my pussy spanked. Whitney and Molly took turns swatting my pussy with their palm of their hand, asking me who this pussy belongs to. When I’d say “you ma’am, to Molly” Whitney would jump in and say she thought it was her pussy and slap it until I said it’s yours, ma’am. This game went back and forth; Rona joined in, too. Some of the girls slapped my butt. This was around 11:00 that night. For a while this was more of a taunting, teasing game but the pussy smacks got more serious. Rona, I remember, would smack my pussy and ask if I was in pain. I said a little bit. She said then we have to make it worse and asked Katrina if they could make it bad on me and once again related how much she enjoyed reading what Sophia and her girls did to me in my storage room.
Katrina very coolly said something like …. I don’t think the slut is in any position to deny anyone anything. Just before midnight they took me down to the storage room and brought everything with them … drinks, toy bag, everything. Everybody came down including Zamara dragging Linda. Katrina inserting my vibrating butt plug, tested on me then gave the remote to one of the girls. After some conversation between the main girls about what to do, they put the suspension cuffs on my wrists, took one of the three ladders we have stored in that room, climbed up and ran chains from the cuffs to the overhead beams but left a little slack in the chains.
Rona became the instigator. She took the crop and started hitting my butt and I’d jerk and wiggle. That excited her and she kept hitting me, not super hard but enough to cause me to jerk around and sway. She’d say, come on bitch, shake that booty, hit me and I’d jump around. This went on for a while, her hitting my thighs, tummy, tits, and cunt. She’d ask, does this hurt, I’d say yes ma’am, and she’d laugh. Whoever had the remote to the plug would give me a zap and I’d yell. A lot of the other girls but primarily Alex, Stephanie and Kristie, the really mean ones in the crowd, also joined in hitting me with a paddle, Katrina’s flogger and my crop until I was constantly moving around and dancing to avoid the blows. If I stopped, somebody would hit me to keep me moving. From my perspective, Rona was in heaven and kept telling me this was what she wanted to see. Somehow this took a racial twist with all the black girls swatting me, then Alex and her girls and Molly’s crew, all taking turns like they wanted to see who could be the meanest and make me move around the most. Katrina mainly watched.
I noticed Rona looking around the room at some of the miscellaneous stuff we have stored down there and I could see her mind working. She got a plastic bucket then went to the back corner where we have some pieces of wood propped against the wall and selected a long piece of wood. She went to Katrina and Whitney, then she and Annie talked and I heard Annie laugh something about she wasn’t studying industrial design for nothing; of course it’ll work.
Rona, with Annie’s help through all this part, tied ropes from my ankles to the ends of the wood so my legs were spread extremely wide apart then sorted through the ropes from my bag and selected the longest piece. She came to me, gave me a brutal kiss and told me she was going to love this. She doubled the rope, ran it around my waist, knotted it in back and brought up between my legs, twisted it several times an embedded it in my cunt. With the long end of the rope in her hand she climbed the ladder and ran it across a thick plastic pipe hanging just under the ceiling then dropped the remaining length of the rope which almost reached the floor. She tied the handle of the bucket to the rope and let it sway about 3 feet off the floor.
She got the girls in a huddle, talked softly until they started laughing. Two girls went upstairs. I stood there in trepidation waiting for this to unfold. Katrina had this grin on her face like I seldom see.
In a couple of minutes the girls who went upstairs returned with two plastic pitchers and filled them with water in the lower level bathroom. They began slowly pouring water into the bucket. The weight of the water in the bucket tightened the rope embedded in my cunt and run over the pipe, tighter. The more they poured in the bucket made it sink lower and I felt that much more pain. I was yelling my head off. The black girls attached clamps to my nipples and added weights and told me they wanted to see how far they’d stretch. More screams from me. For a while they just let me moan and beg and sometimes swat my ass hard to make me jerk around. Whoever had the remote zapped my ass constantly.
The whole atmosphere in the room (it’s about 12’ by 20’) was party, party: music, dancing, drinking, everybody intermingling like it was a sorority rush. Sometimes they ignored me like I wasn’t there and other times various girls would come over and tease me, pinch me and generally driving me insane. (More about Linda shortly)
They attached my new wand into an electrical outlet across from me and began buzzing my cunt. I tied to move to avoid it but every time I did the rope between my cunt lips just dug into me more. This was Rona and Annie. They kept zapping my cunt, take it away then put it against me. The anal plug kept going off, the tit weights swayed as I moved and I totally lost it and squirted and came in a constant scream. I squirted halfway across the room like someone turned on a fire hose. They waited a few minutes then zapped me again and I came and cried. I slumped in the cuffs until my knees were bent. Rona, Stephanie, Kristie and I think Alex, whipped me more and yelled things at me that a whore like me should be able to take it. They kept asking me if I wanted it again and I begged no. Some of them whipped me and kept saying … wrong answer. Finally I said yes. Stephanie is the one who zapped me off to a third orgasm. My cunt was totally numb like it didn’t even belong to me; I can’t describe it.
Linda, through all this, was naked and tied to a chair about 4-5 feet in front of me. My first squirt splashed on her. They told her she’d be next and would get was I was getting unless she begged to eat black ass. She and I traded glances; her eyes were as big as saucers. Linda is not into the pain thing nor heavy b and d. She said she’d suck ass but they made her beg to do it. She started begging to suck their asses until all of them, even Molly and her crew were doubled over laughing. Zamara was the first to stick an ass back at her. Worse yet, she as well as the other girls who followed, did not push their asses back against Linda’s face, but made it so she had to lean forward a bit and go for the hole. Tori, the second girl who presented her an ass, said she wasn’t doing a convincing job, slapped her and clamped her nipples; she went nuts begging for the clamps to come off. They spit at her and told her to get busy sucking ass and maybe they’d be nice to her. They turned Linda’s chair sideways so I could see her face buried between those black ass cheeks (hot). They also told Linda they were going to keeping torturing me, making me cumm until I passed out if necessary, until she’d eaten every one of them. That, to me, was extremely diabolical and this is when I got the second and third orgasm from the wand. One by one Rona’s girls, Whitney, Jessie and even Katrina, too, backed their bare ass up to her face and she started sucking.
They removed my nipple clamps but left me strung up to watch Linda get what had to be one of her worst nightmares. Between girls, Stephanie or Rhonda would whip Linda’s tits and make her ask for the next black ass. I don’t remember the order she did them in but Alex, Maria and Juanita got their butts licked as well.
They didn’t hit me hard but anything was wicked at this point. They did remove the spreader bar from my feet but kept the bucket thing and the twisted rope buried in my cunt connected. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that having my feet free and swaying while getting beaten made the rope in my cunt that much more painful. When I’d yell, they’d bitch at Linda that she was causing my cunt more pain by being so slow and not pushing her tongue into their holes. I’m sure Linda knew I was hurting and that presented a powerful dilemma for her.
This game finally and mercifully came to a conclusion. They untied Linda from the chair and shoved her to the floor. There were three strappys there; mine, Katrina’s and Rona’s. They started fucking her pussy and ass while I hung there still strung up to the ceiling and watched. I don’t know who or how many fucked her but it was primarily Rona’s crew with Stephanie, Alex and Molly standing around shouting insults at her. I know Kristie and Maria were well occupied beating my ass. When Linda was fucked just short of dazed, the girls removed my cunt rope, unchained me and removed the anal plug. I sank to the floor. They had me crawl to Linda and kiss her pussy then lick my squirt mess off the floor.
That finished me for the evening. We came back upstairs; It was 2:12 in the morning. Rona, Molly and Whitney and I ended up in my bed. I ate all three of them again. Rona left to go find Linda. I kissed Whitney and Molly and fell asleep.
Saturday morning I got up around 8:00 and stumbled to the computer leaving Whitney and Molly still asleep. I talked to you some and then wandered downstairs to make coffee. Jessie was sleeping on the sofa in the great room and I tried not to disturb her. What I found out since last night is Katrina and Rhonda slept in the downstairs bedroom together so I don’t have to ask what happened. Rona and Stephanie ended up sleeping with Linda and fucking her half the night. As for the rest of them, I really don’t know.
Alex and her girls were the first to leave, around 10:00, since one of them was supposed to be at work. By 11:00 about everybody except Katrina and Rhonda had stumbled out of bed. I’d previously snuck in a shower which helped clear my mind. I fixed pancakes and eggs for breakfast which some of the girls ate; the rest just had coffee of fruit. There are four full bathrooms in the house so most of the girls found their way there for a shower. There was no fucking or sex for a while since everybody was hung over or dragged out.
However, when Molly walked in she started bitching at me and Linda, asking why we were standing around like normal people. She turned to the black girls and said she wanted to show them how she treats her bitches. She told Linda, who’d thrown on a blouse and panties, to get naked. Then she told both of us to get busy playing with each other, she didn’t give a damn if we were horny or not; we’d put on a show for the black girls. I had no inclination to have sex at that moment but Molly was in one of her determined moods plus the black girls started jeering and pushing us. Linda and I ended up in each other’s arms and started kissing and fondling. That progressed to both of us being pushed to the kitchen floor and them moving us to a 69 position. It wasn’t raw passion but more of an obligatory fuck to entertain the black girls and, to me, give Molly some degree of status. However, after we’d sucked each other and fingered each other’s asses, Rona got a bag of carrots out of the fridge and told Molly she’d like to see us use these. (Another Rona fetish: strange objects shoved up holes.) Molly didn’t bat an eye and dumped the carrots on the floor and told us to please her new friends. We started carrot fucking each other. Though I was somewhat moist I wasn’t super wet. Molly took care of that and found a bottle of olive oil in the cabinet by the stove and poured that over the carrots and us. (So much for my morning shower.) We shoved carrots into each other’s holes. The atmosphere was getting a livelier, clapping and some more drinking, though I still felt more like a puppet and somebody controlling the strings.
The commotion brought Katrina and Rhonda up from downstairs. Molly kept bitching at us, kicking us with her foot as did Kristie and telling us we’d better make each other cumm. Linda managed a cumm, I was so sore but with clitoral stimulation, I did. Molly pissed on us, in her words, just because she could, and invited Rona to do the same. Linda and I just lay in the floor and took it, not only from her but from several others. Rona told Molly she was cool and she should find them more white bitches to play with.
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