A New Plaything for Purchase

Adeline was kidnapped after leaving a bar. Now she wakes up to find herself in a dungeon. She will be sold to the higher bidder.

I wake up in a cold, damp cell, the scent of mildew and fear permeating the air. The last thing I remember is leaving the bar, my head spinning from one too many drinks. Now, I find myself surrounded by ten other women, all college age, their eyes wide with terror and confusion.

Suddenly, ten men enter the room, each one handcuffing one of us. I am no exception. A man, whom I later learn is named Max, fastens the cuffs around my wrists and leads me to a bathroom. He hooks the cuffs to the ceiling, leaving me suspended and vulnerable. Max cuts away my clothes, leaving me naked and exposed. The chill of the room sends goosebumps across my skin as he washes and cleans me, his touch clinical and detached. "Make a sound, and I'll kill you," he warns, his voice cold and menacing.

Once cleaned, Max dries me off and places a collar around my neck. He leads me down four flights of stairs, the other girls following suit, their collars clinking against the metal railing. We are led to a long dining table, covered in a red cloth that could easily seat 20-30 people. Max tugs on my leash, guiding me towards the table. "Get on the table, face up," he commands. I obey, my heart pounding in my chest as I lie down, my body trembling with fear and anticipation.

Max grabs my wrists and ankles, securing them to the table posts beneath me. He places a spreader bar between my legs, forcing them apart. I can feel the cool air against my exposed pussy, my arousal betraying my fear. Max then places a blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. He slides something into my mouth, a gag of some sort, muffling my cries.

I hear the sound of footsteps, the clinking of glasses, and the low murmur of voices. Dinner is served, and I am the main course. I can feel hands roaming my body, caressing my breasts, my thighs, my pussy. I squirm beneath their touch, my body betraying me as I grow wetter with each passing moment.

When desert is announced, a team of servers comes in with trays of whipped cream and chocolate. There is one server per girl. A female approaches me. She takes a spoon and pours it down my stomach, and then allows it to drip over my vagina. She then places squirts of whipped cream over my breasts, and then my legs.

"Now eat."

A man in his early forties comes to stand next to the table. He starts by sucking the whipped cream from my hard nipples. Then he forces himself downward. When he gets to my vagina, he gets up on to the table in front of me. He lowers himself between my legs. I can hear him smell. Then his tongue begins in circular motions.

Gods, I try to control it. I don't want him to see my pleasure. I don't want him to hear me moan.

The man continues. "Gods, she tastes so good. It's like my own personal feast." He then snaps his fingers and a server brings a small pillow to place beneath my hips.

His tongue continues. I feel his fingers spread my sex apart as he licks me in circular motions. I can feel hands on my pussy, fingers thrusting inside me as I am brought to the edge. His tongue continues as he sucks and licks. His breath and mouth hot and wet.

I can't take it anymore. No...no..no, I beg myself. But my hips buck in response. My body betrays my mind as he continues with his tongue.

A few minutes in, and I scream. My body revolting as it shivers. I moan, my body trembling as I reach the peak, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.

Max's voice cuts through the air, "Looks like we have a winner. Who wants to punish the naughty girl?"

Hands are immediately on me. I try and resist, but I feel a hand on my ass, the sting of a spank sending a jolt through my body. "Fuck, she's dripping," a voice murmurs.

I can feel hands on my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples as several men pull me toward a different room. The other females remain on the table. Several men are unzipping themselves to get in line. Instead, I am taken to a back room, where a blind fold is placed over me.

"Sluts deserve to be punished."

I feel myself placed on some kind of machine. My body is moved until my ass is up in the air presenting itself for all to see. My legs are spread open, making my vagina exposed.

I am a plaything, a toy for their amusement. The feeling of their hands on my body. I am no longer Adeline, the girl who left the bar, I am their plaything, their whore.

"You got the whore off. You get to punish her."

A body steps behind me. I feel the crack of a hand on my butt. Then another. "Ten spanks for being a good little whore."

"How did she taste?" Another male asked.

"Like fucking strawberries."

"I get to taste her next."

"Not a chance. I plan on bidding on her. She will be mine, and only mine."

"Then I best enjoy her while I still can."

Ten times they spanked me before Max's voice cuts through the air once more, "Who wants to try the rope play before the bidding?"

All of them seem to agree.

A hand grabs my wrists, pulling them above my head as rope is wrapped around them, securing them to the table. I feel hands on my legs, pulling them apart as rope is wrapped around my ankles, securing them to the table legs. I am spread eagle, vulnerable, exposed.

I am no longer the girl who left the bar, I am a new person, a new woman. I am theirs, and they are mine. I am no longer Adeline, I am their plaything, their whore. And their was no escape.