Big and Brutal Bondaged Gangbang

The black satin dress still clung to my body as master told me to get out the car. My ass felt stretched and full with the plug still inserted and my nipples ached where the clamps still bit hard into them. We were in a car park at the edge of a wood and although there was no one around, there were a large number of cars and vans parked with no one in them.

Master told me to stand with my hands at my side and produced a blindfold from his pocket. He moved behind me and covered my eyes, securing it behind my head. He run his hands across my hips and down onto the cheeks of my ass, squeezing playfully. ‘Are you the Slut of my dreams?’, he asked, his mouth at my ear as he lifted the material of the dress up over my hips and held it at my waist. I gasped at the idea of my smooth shaven pussy so visible and on show and the cold evening air made me shiver. He snaked a hand around my waist and brought it to my pussy. My hands still at my side, I opened my legs slightly and moaned as I felt him run a couple of fingers from the moistened lips of my pussy upwards until they rested on my clitoris. He pressed them hard into my clit and I squirmed with a shudder of delight, feeling his cock bulge in his jeans as I leant my back in against him.

‘Well?’ he insisted, ‘are you the Slut of my dreams? Can Slut take all that Master wants to give her?’

I nodded, trying to gyrate my hips to increase the friction of his fingers at my pussy.

‘Good Slut,’ he said, sounding pleased, ‘because once this starts there will be no stopping until I say so. Do you understand?’

I nodded again and he viciously plunged three fingers into my wet and willing pussy. He pushed them into me hard, three, four, five times and, just as I began to build a rhythm, letting him finger-fuck me, he pulled them out completely, leaving my pussy open and empty.

‘Please,’ I begged him, ‘let me cum.’

I felt the sting of his hand as he smacked me across the ass, the sound resonating in the quiet night air as I gasped at the pain inflicted.

He smoothed the dress back down over my hips and ass and I heard him move in front of me where he grabbed the leash that was still attached to the choker around my neck. He pulled me forward, and I tried not to fall, my heels clicking loudly on the concrete before I felt soft ground beneath my feet. Stumbling blindly, Master walked me quickly through what appeared to be a soil path. My stilettos fortunately only sunk slightly into the frost-hardened ground.

We slowed down and I was sure I heard a number of male voices muttering as Master brought me to a halt. We were still outside but the temperature appeared to have risen ever so slightly. I could smell the unmistakeable scent of male sexuality all around me and this was confirmed as Master opened my dress, the buttons flying off as he pulled it apart. The sound of cheers filled the air and I sensed there were many men present.

Master removed my dress completely and pulled my leash hard as he urged me forward.

Still blindfolded, I tried to cover my naked breasts and pussy with my hands.

‘Put your fucking hands by your sides, Slut!’ hissed Master and, without thinking about it, I obeyed immediately. There was a shrill of wolf-whistles from all around me as Master grabbed my wrists and slammed cold, steel cuffs on them. Before I had time to protest, I felt my arms being lifted high above my head and secured there. Althoiugh unable to see, it felt like a rope had been wound around the cuffs , lifted and secured to a tree branch high above my head. I was stretched until my feet, even in my six-inch heels were almost off the ground.