Daphne

(28) Rose

Rose raised her head and opened her eyes. Through the openings of the hood she saw dozens of well-dressed people sitting at dinner tables, chatting and eating. The scene looked like any normal upscale restaurant. She looked down and saw the chrome-metal clips. She felt them firmly gripping her labia, pulling them wide apart, and knew she was exposing her already spread open crotch and the entrance to her vagina. She heard the diners comment matter-of-factly about the wide-open dripping vagina, which exacerbated her already acute sense of utter humiliation. Which aroused her even more.

She looked to her left. There was Ginnie. Her partner looked back and Rose thought she saw her wink at her from behind her own mask. She didn't have to be here, but there she was, stripped just as naked, spread just as exposed, and, lashed to the table, just as utterly helpless. Whatever happened, she would not be alone. Rose took a deep breath and felt calmer.

A line formed beyond her splayed legs. Tammy and another woman were first and they approached with a stick with a phallus affixed to the end. The other woman slid it over Rose's opening, coating it with her slippery juices. It felt good. Then over her clitoris. She strained to arch her hips up, towards the source of the wonderful sensation, but it was impossible. The phallus then quickly flicked across the sensitive nib, side-to-side, over and over, faster and faster. The audience watched the female strain mightily, but uselessly, at the bonds that held it in place. Then the female felt something poised at the entrance of her sex. The female gasped. She was utterly powerless to resist the inevitable invasion. She was just meat with a hole. She watched the phallus disappear between her legs while she felt her sex fill as it went deeper and deeper within her. It slid slowly out, then thrust powerfully back in, over and over, relentlessly.

She felt a climax mounting. She opened her eyes. Dozens were watching the woman operate the magic wand. "Give it to me!" the woman said. "Climax for me! Do it in my hands!"

The audience watched the female's entire body tense, the twin orbs crowned with erect nipples danced on her chest.

The world went gray and multicolored bubbles floated in front of her, popping two and three at a time like fireworks.

In the muted distance she thought she heard applause.

All too soon the sensations subsided. She caught her breath and saw the woman smiling at her. She smiled back. "Thanks for giving me that" the woman said. "There are at least ten more people right behind me." She handed the pole to the next in line, a man in his 30s. "She's warmed-up. Enjoy yourself!"

Rose watched sadly as her friend left her, but the man got to work and soon Tammy had left her thoughts completely as he expertly manipulated the naked female's sex. The female form tensed again, then, barely perceptibly, trembled, straining against its restraints.

Rose lost all sense of time. She also lost count of how many people had masturbated her and how times she'd climaxed. She just tingled all over.

She opened her eyes. When they came into focus she saw a college-aged girl hand the rod to another, similarly-aged girl. The first girl went back to Tammy's table, where a third young girl was seated. The three started chatting happily as something stimulating her clitoris focused her attention. The girl between her legs was young – no more than nineteen years old – but she was expert at pleasuring another female...
Rose lapsed into another orgasmic coma.

Groggy and tingling, Rose felt her toes touching the floor, then the bonds immobilizing her arms loosen. An older woman helped steady her; she recognized Terri from the description. She saw Tammy, four girls and a woman at her table, and a dozen others around the room stand and applaud.