"NNnnhhh..mmmmpphhh.."
A wearied yet lustful moan escapes my gagged lips as I slowly come to. The thick haze of numbing sleep wears off slowly, and with it the realization of my situation quickly settles in. I'm still a prisoner, still a captive of the Tramps, bound securely in ropes and put on display in their Trophy Room. As my glossed eyes adjust to the setting of the room, I catch a glimpse of myself in the tall mirror that dominates the far side of the room: stretched out in a T-shape, bound tightly to the wall with many ropes, crucified like some divine sacrifice, displayed like their prized trophy. I stare at myself for a long moment, forced to look at what I've become, a helpless slut to my arch-rivals. I look like the very definition of "hot mess" with my tousled hair wildly cascading down to my waist and my skimpy French Maid uniform barely containing my buxom, worked over body. I smell of sex, reek of it, the alluring scent coats my platinum mane, my slutty costume, my legs, my breasts, my face and gagged lips. Almost immediately, memories of the previous night flood my mind.. vivid scenes of the Tramps having their ways with me play out in my head. Ashley was also there, bound and helpless as I, and just like me she used and abused by the entire party. Flashes of being grabbed and groped, fondled and spanked, slapped, pinched, licked and kissed, bitten and spat on.. I started the evening out tied in the middle of the room in a strapado position, Tramps surrounding me and taunting me, feeling every inch of my body up before they pounded me with their strapons.. I was untied from that position but my hands remained tied behind me for most of the night, and I was taken in many different ways.. many different positions.. I straddled one Tramp's lap, her dildo impaled me as I rode her into ecstasy..I was pushed up against the wall, I was thrown over furniture, taken from the front, ravished from behind, bent over a chair or table and fucked hard, or laid out on the soft rug on the floor and screwed even harder.. there was always a hand in my hair, sometimes even two pairs of hands would clutch my tresses, pulling on my luxurious mane, yanking on it, using it to guide my face into a waiting dildo or between a pair of legs.. I was forced to service countless Tramps, forced down on my knees to pleasure them while they sat on the loveseat, forced to make out with all of them while they straddled my lap, forced to watch as Ashley was treated exactly the same while I was tied tightly to a chair and ballgagged.. I was passed around, from one Tramp to another, before two or three worked me over at the same time.. Lexi...Amber.. Sarah.. eventually, all they just became one giant, sexy blur, and after countless orgasms and forced climaxes, I couldn't attach a name to a pretty face, or recognize a gorgeous body. All I knew was to serve, was to fuck, was to please my captors as they ravaged me over and over again..
I shook my head, snapping myself out of my deep thoughts. Last night was a wild one for sure, though at this point it was just another night for me. I shudder to think what parties like this would do to sweet Ashley, who was tied up similarly beside me on the wall. I gazed at her, feeling so compelled to save her, my sweet Silk Gal.. suddenly, something between my legs began to vibrate! I looked down and realized to my horror, protruding from under my tiny, flaring miniskirt and petticoats was the bottom end of a VIBRATOR. The Tramps had duct-taped a vibrator to my tied thighs with the rounded head shoved right up into my quivering pussy! And it just flipped on and started to RUMBLE! I toss my head back, bumping it into the wall behind me with a deep, sexually charged moan...
"MMMMMMMMpphhhhh!!"
