Katrina told Molly and Rona it was time for them to clean up and leave. Within 30 minutes, everyone staggered out except Katrina and Whitney. Katrina knew I was exhausted and suggested I go back to bed and get some sleep. She talked with Whitney then gave me a pat on the butt and some positive words and left about 1:30.
Whitney and I went upstairs. I wiped off some of the mess and slept until Whitney got me up around 3:00. I showered again and we changed the sheets on the bed. Whitney had me dress in thigh highs and slut heels and a negligée’ I wouldn’t mind getting ruined. She told me she wanted me to look stunning and fresh for her sister and friends. She gathered all my toys and we went to the parlor again. She backed me up to one of the column so I was turned toward the front door then tied my hands around the post. That, she said, was how I’d meet her sister and friends.
I waited in nervous anticipation. Whitney teased my cunt then sat in the parlor and did things on her phone until we heard car doors shutting and a herd of giggly voices rushing up the front walk. Whitney let them in and that same chorus of voices surrounded me. Everybody was shouting, cheering and that they got to do it all over again, an obvious reference to the gang bang weekend in late October.
In addition to Karen there were 7 other girls. I knew and recognized Kendra, Beth, Erica, Lucy and Derita immediately. I knew the faces of the other two but had to be prompted on their names; Charene and Shanay. I never really knew Shanay’s name but remembered her well from the weekend. I was surprised to see Lucy as being a part of this.
Karen was in my face and the other girls clustered around me. I don’t think they would have been more elated if they’d won the lottery. All of them were jeering, mocking me and there must have been, or at least it felt like, a dozen hands roaming over my body at once. The negligée was ripped off within seconds. They could easily see the rope marks and the crisscross of marks from several beatings yesterday. That fascinated them and prompted a zillion questions. Karen locked my collar with the heart shaped tag imprinted with “Karen’s Bitch” around my neck and attached the leash and told me to bark.
Whitney suggested a tour of the house was appropriate. They left me tied to the column and Whitney did the honors as tour guide. I had an odd feeling about them checking out my house, going through it as if they owned it and I was simply a stranger. I could hear them after they came back up from the lower level laughing. Worse, looking over my left shoulder I saw a couple of them carrying the cage to the main level. They found the liquor cabinet and in short order helped themselves to whatever they wanted and pulled food out of the fridge and the pantry. They came back into the parlor with all this food and drink and plopped around. Whitney had my toy bag slung over her shoulder. For a few minutes they ate, drank and, talked about things and also me as if I wasn’t present.
Whitney finally stood up, walked to me and said she wanted to establish the ground rules. In essence she said my purpose was to entertain her and I’d do that by serving Karen and her friends as they wished. Notwithstanding the fact that I may be sore from my treatment this past 24 hours, she expected nothing less than my best. She said I’d be pushed to the limit and asked if I understood. I told her I did.
She turned to Karen and said something which I thought was very profound; that some women around my age have a less restrictive sexual outlook and become outrageous in exploring their desires. In the short three years she’s known me, I’d proven that. She added that they, the girls, should not think of this as forcing me to do something I didn’t want to do but instead they were providing an outlet for my perverse secrets. She told them to use me and make her happy.
The girls looked at each other. Karen got up, kissed her sister and came to me. She slapped me, spit in my face and wiped her greasy hands on me. She started playing with my pussy and asked if it was hers. I told her it was. Whitney laughed and told Karen I’d said that to a bunch of girls in the last 24 hours. Karen said she’d make me forget all that, slapped me again and had me say “yes Ma’am, it’s your pussy.” She started playing with me, fingering me, working me up until, regardless of how sore I was, I came for her. She gloated and said that should prove who owns it. I sucked her fingers and thought how demonic she was.
She untied my hands from the column and had me get on all fours with my ass stuck back and face tilted up similar to a cow pose in yoga. They lubed the ponytail butt plug and worked it in my ass. They Karen started leading me around by the leash, down the hall, through the kitchen, the dining room and back into the parlor, me crawling all the way and making the pony tail sway from side to side.
After several trips through the house, we came back to the parlor. Karen told me to kneel back on my legs; my tits arched forward, knees spread wide to display my cunt. She partially undressed and draped her panties over my face, obscuring my vision then went on a tirade again about how she owned my pussy. Whitney gave her the blindfold she’s used on the day before and suggested she (Karen) make things interesting for me. Karen tied it around my head, totally shutting out any vision. She straddled me and pulled my face into her pussy. There was something ultra-submissive about not being able to see anything and eating her. I began to feel a sense of release and forgot about being sore; everything else passed from my mind and I used my mouth; nibbling, licking and sucking on her lips, vagina and clit until she told me she was going to cumm. I muttered into her pussy to please give it to me. I would have done anything at that moment. She called me her bitch and came. I heard laughter as I tasted her salty sweetness.
She backed off and asked who wanted to be next. I heard sounds of girls undressing, jeans being unzipped, shows hitting the floor and their constant jive talk. Someone kicked the inside of my left knee and told me to spread myself wider. I did. Another girl pounced on me. Whereas Karen was almost seductive, this girl, I think it might have been Derita, was raunchy and grinding her pussy against my face pushing me farther back until my hands were grabbing my heels for support. I ate this girl off. I felt hands all over me, pulling my hair to tilt my head back, fingers grabbing and twisting my nipples and fingers playing with my cunt and teasing my clit. Some other girl had her pussy in my face. Whoever she was, she did as much to frig herself off as I did to suck her. Then I understood why; she squirted and I hear all kinds of laughter. My mind was torn between sucking them and all the manipulation of my cunt and tits. A girl stuck her fingers in my cunt and her thumb pressing against my clit. I fucking lost it and came in a series of groans. Somebody called me “easy”. Another girl shouted at me to lie down in the floor, I wiggled my legs out from under me and lay flat on my back. As soon as I did I felt hands grabbing my ankles, pulling my legs apart and back over my body. I rolled my hips upward slightly; girls started spanking my ass cheeks, mainly on the fleshly buttocks and sides of my upper thighs. Some of the swats hit the plug which really resonated in my ass and caused me to yell.
Some girl dangled her tits in my face. I played with them until she knelt over me and lowered her butt. I ate her pussy all the while feeling more hands around my cunt and plugged asshole. I thought how lewd I must have looked and what they thought about me being used like this in my own home. That thought and the constant procession of pussy over my mouth and the gooey mess my face had become and their hands relentlessly tormenting my cunt, girls playing with the plug, all came together and drove me to another orgasm. The laughter kept going and they smeared my juices all over me; theirs, mine, I really can’t say for sure. Finally they lowered my legs and let me lie in the floor. I‘d lost count but had to assume I’d sucked every one of them. Again, I don’t know for sure but I don’t think they would have stopped otherwise.
I asked to go pee; Whitney’s voice told me “not yet” and to roll over and get back on all fours. I did. I heard them chattering and Whitney say something about turning out the lights which I didn’t understand at the moment. Someone grabbed my leash and led me toward the hall. I heard the front door open and felt a rush of cool air. I shouted, “no, please.” Whitney told me to shut up, it was 6:30 and dark, if I wanted to pee, do it on my front porch (a small brick stoop, about 4 x 8.) I hesitated. She told me to go pee on the porch or it gets worse. I crawled out and squatted and pissed all over my welcome mat and the concrete surface of the porch while they stifled giggles, then crawled back in. Whitney said that’s a new version of letting the cat out.
Even back inside my heart was racing a mile a minute. After their laughed calmed down we migrated toward the kitchen, me crawling behind whoever had my leash, still blindfolded and plugged. Whitney handed me a glass of wine and asked me which was the sorest; my cunt or my ass. I said my cunt. She smirked and said perhaps they’d start with my ass. I heard her taking inventory of who’d ass fucked me in the past and who hadn’t. Karen, Erica, Beth and Kendra had used my ass but Lucy, Derita, Charene and Shanay had not. I heard Whitney say she’d have to put on another demo. The girls tugged me by the leash into the breakfast room. Whitney told me to stand and positioned me at the end of the table. My breakfast room table is 42” x 66”, heavy and sturdy as a rock. You could table dance on it all day and not hurt it. She had me stand at the end of the table (42” dimension) and lean across it and move my feet apart until they touched the table legs. I was still blindfolded which by now was slightly maddening. Girls tied my ankles to the table legs. My hands were stretched to the opposite two corners and tied.
Once I was tied Whitney removed the pony tail plug and told the girls to come take a look at my gaping hole which was so humiliating, them staring into my asshole in my own house; it’s like I don’t belong here. Then she rubbed something across my back and buttocks and asked if I knew what this was. I told her it felt like my cane. She’d found it in my closet. I don’t take it with me on assignments since it doesn’t fit in my toy bag. She scolded me for not bringing this to her attention before. With that she brought it down across my ass cheeks several times and said shame on me for not telling her about this.
Whitney reiterated something Rona said on Friday; that there was no better way to humiliate a slut, especially an older white woman, than to fuck their ass. She turned to me and said, isn’t that right. I nodded. She told them to watch closely then told me “I’m sorry Eve; this is what sluts are for.” By the sounds of things I sensed someone was putting on the strappy. Whitney’s voice was at the side of the table and told me to turn my head and suck the dildo. While I did someone lubed my asshole working her fingers in me pushing lube deep inside, making a big production out of that until I groaned at every twist and turn of her fingers. I felt the tip of the dildo at my rose and her say,” it’s me Eve, relax.” She pushed the strappy in slowly, I grunted and felt her ease it up my ass until I know the agony showed on my face. I could hear conversations but couldn’t see a damn thing. She told the girls to watch what she was doing, how she did it. She started rhythmically fucking me with short strokes. I groaned.
She kept talking to me in short sentences and constantly said my name. She’d say things like, “you’re a whore aren’t you, Eve; you like this don’t you, Eve; you want the girls to humiliate you, don’t you Eve; you want them to take your ass, Eve.” I was going nuts, saying yes ma’am, even telling the girls I was their whore just blurting things out until I was mindless. The whole time my ass was getting fucked and I felt myself come alive. Even Karen joined in making me agree to things, another lunchtime fuck in the clearing in the woods, another night in her grand mom’s house in the cellar with just her friends. I was off the charts. Someone buzzed my clit with presumably my vibe and I came.
Somewhere in this wicked tableau, the strappy changed ownership. Another girl was fucking my ass and Whitney was instructing her. Karen and by now some of the other girls as well, were still pounding me with questions. Karen asked if I’d rent a house in her neighborhood so she could have slut parties and make money. The strappy changed owners again. I was so lost in listening to some of the girls talk about these wild crazy ideas I almost missed it. Whitney was instructing again, the strokes were different. Karen by her voice had climbed on the other end of the table and stuck her bare feet at my mouth and told me to suck her toes. I had her toes in my mouth as if they were a gag and drooled all over them. There was a pause in the ass fucking. They lubed me again and I heard Whitney coaching someone else. I felt it ease in me, I groan, sucked Karen’s toes harder and heard Lucy literally scream omg this is wonderful. She’d fuck me and scream at me, did she own my skanky ass. I heard Whitney say this is fun isn't it; did she feel the power and Lucy’s ecstatic reply yes, yes. My breakfast room was a mass of girlish giggles, jiving and shouting intermingled with my groans. Whitney had the girls start whipping and slapping my ass again as she fucked me.
The ass fucking lessons continued until each of the four new girls had a turn. Whitney finished me off by whacking my butt several more times with the cane. She’d ask me if I was sufficiently humiliated.
Somewhere in all this ( and I had to go back and process this later in my mind) while I was getting ass fucked on the table and being peppered with questions about serving, the girls apparently cleaned me out of prepared food so they debated between Chinese or pizza. Pizza won out and they ordered a delivery. What brought it to my attention was Karen saying the pizza guy is here and where was my money. I was in this state of irony that the pizza guy must have walked across my piss puddle, come into the foyer of a house that smelled like pussy, probably heard me moaning in the back while I was getting my ass either fucked or beaten and wondered what the fuck was going on. Weird.
Anyway, Whitney stopped the ass fucking at this point. Thy untied me and took the blindfold off. I squinted and had to let my eyes adjust. More irony, some of the girls sat at the breakfast room table where I’d been fucked forever and ate pizza. I don’t know things like that I find so ... something … don’t know what the word is. I sat on the floor on a couple of folded towels, sipped wine and ate; I was hungry. Whitney told me the booze supply was running low and where was the closest liquor store. I told her. Lucy and Erica dressed and left with some of my money to buy more. Periodically, some of the girls would walk over to where I was sitting between the kitchen and breakfast room, leaning back against the pantry doors, and stuck her pussy in my face. I licked whoever it was a few times, take a bit of pizza and lick again.
Karen, though, took this one step further. It was about 10:00 but she and the girls were getting their second wind and obviously still had an agenda. She had me crawl into the great room where they’d placed the cage earlier in the day.
After I was inside, she came over with my half empty plastic up of wine and dribbled some piss in it, handed it to me and told me to drink. I did it. She refilled my plastic cup with wine, gave it to me and the piece of pizza I’d been eating then padlocked the cage door. Then she finished by spraying the rest of her piss over me through the wires soaking me and the piece of pizza, then she said “eat it, bitch,” referring to the now piss soaked piece of pizza. Like some dumb animal I did while they taunted me with laughter. That cued the others. Beth came over and pissed on me. Shanay and Kendra did too. They were sitting around like they owned my house and me (and I know they did) when Lucy and Erica returned with more booze.
Lucy went into hysterics and said this was funnier that anything she’d ever seen. Karen told her about soaking my pizza with piss and making me eat it. Lucy said she had to try that. She undressed again, handed me a piece and pissed. I thought gad, how long will this go on but quickly determined … until they think of something else to do. They’d have me hold my cup against the cage and piss, or try to piss in it and tell me to drink. Between that and pissing at me, the whole cage floor was a sopping wet puddle. Whitney pushed a towel through the wires so I could soak some of it up.
They kept talking, laughing and telling stories about me. I was sticky with cold piss. Karen chided me and said for me to frig off. She told me to move from my sitting position to lying on my back with my legs over me so my hips, ass and cunt would be toward the cage door and my feet pressed against the top of the cage. Though I was pretty well feeling my wine, I did it. I acted like some trained animal (I know of no other word) so determined to please them, to lie on my back on piss soaked towels and in cold piss and respond to their humiliations, that I did it; feet pressing against the top of the cage, arms by my side, ass and cunt totally exposed and just let them look, laugh and scheme. Lucy, somewhat of a plotter, took bondage straps and secured my wrists and arms to the sides of the cage so I was pretty much immobile.
Derita suggested a candle. That notion spread like wildfire and they collected every candle in the house, lit them and started dripping hot wax on my upturned cunt and asshole. I’d jerk and yell. I kept feeling wax hitting my asshole and them saying they wanted to completely seal it shut. By their cheers and shouting and my sensations, I had little doubt what was happening or where this would go. They had probably 6-7 candles going and dripped wax until I was yelling. By what they related, they had completely sealed my cunt and asshole shut with wax. They told me about it and did so in lewd terms that my holes were out of business and were theirs, that I was a useless whore this way. I was so turned on by this and their talk; I don’t know why. But my gad they got to me. For a long time they just sat there and talked. The wax was dried and my cunt felt so strange. Then they started picking at it.
They kept coming up with these ludicrous ideas. Somebody and I think it was a combination of Karen, Lucy, Beth and Erica came up with this bizarre scenario that they kept spinning.
Which was … One of them talked about how the ice cream truck came through the neighborhood in the summer, this kid tune music playing and kids and moms rushing out, stopping the truck and buying ice cream cones and such. They turned this into a farce of buying an old ice cream truck type thing, painting pictures of me half naked on the side of the truck and playing adult type music, jive tunes and stripper music, having me in the back and moms and girls coming out, paying a couple of bucks to get a look at the slut, maybe climb in and get sucked off for a few bucks more. They sat there drinking and spinning that trying to figure out how much money they’d need to buy an old truck and how much money they could make. They were rolling in laughter. Erica said we don’t need a truck, they could use the Suburban, put me and my cage in the back, turn the radio up loud and cruise through the streets and people would still come running out with money. By this time they were in stitches. Karen came over and literally rattled my cage and asked what I thought about that.
Her other brain storm and Whitney’s too is to rent a house close to theirs this summer and charge for black girls to come in and do me for money. This just went on and on. While all of this nonsense was spinning around, they’d unlocked the cage door and would slide my rabbit against the wax and tease me. They pulled the wax off, dipped fingers in my cunt and laugh that I was getting wet about all this. I know this went on until well after midnight because they had the TV on and were watching some black comedy show and also a dance show.
Then they changed to the topic of how they were going to finish me off, where everybody was going to sleep, should I sleep in the cage or what.
Karen decided they should fuck in a bed. So they had me crawl out and led me, dripping with piss and took me downstairs to the lower level bedroom. I wiped some of the piss off me, pulled the coverlet back so as not to stain it and put layers of towels over the sheets. They had me lie on my back with my legs apart, got the strappy and started. Karen fucked me first. Kendra slid over my face and pressed her cunt down on me. I ate her and sucked her off while Karen fucked me and bitched at me about being hers. From there it again was a rotation of girls mounting my face, me sucking ass and pussy or fingering them or both and some of them fucking me. I’m pretty sure every one of them had a cumm in one way or the other. This went on until some ungodly hour of the morning. Truthfully, I was worn out. Whitney led me to the lower level bathroom and had me shower and clean myself up. She told me we’d sleep together but she had her standards and she wasn’t about to sleep with a whore reeking of piss.
The girls put fresh sheets on the lower level bed. Shanay and Derita slept in that bed, Lucy and Kendra on the two lower level sofas. Whitney, Karen and I went to my king sized bed and slept. Beth and Erica slept in the guest room.
The next morning, I got up around 9:00 I think, not sure. Whitney got up shortly after I did. We had coffee and went straight back to bed and slept until around 11:00. When we woke, I sucked her off while Karen watched and then I rubbed her off. Sometime around 11:30 everybody was up; Whitney, Charene and I fixed breakfast, eggs bacon toast, for all. For about an hour Whitney had the girls help me clean some things and get the party atmosphere out. By about 1:45 I think everybody was gone. This has to go down as one of the most complete weekends ever and it is so different doing it at my house. My gad is it ever. The humiliation factor was immense.
The strange thing is, if asked, I’d do it all over again, especially with Karen and her girls. My bad, Eve.
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