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Erica's New Life - Chapter 2 - by Master Z

That night I was still in that room, awaiting my next tortuously sexual 
episode, as  I was sure there were more to come.  That both excited and 
frightened me.  I was on  my back on the rug with my wrists tied above my 
head to that wooden post.  My ankles  were in shackles that were connected 
by a thin metal pole, keeping my feet at a  constant distance of about a 
yard and my legs perpetually spread.  I was  blindfolded. He had given me 
some water but I was still hungry, having only eaten  that donut.  I heard 
voices outside the closed door on the other side of the room.   The door 
creaked open slightly while the voices continued.  I heard him speaking but  
couldn't hear what he was saying, then a woman's voice.  Sounded like she 
had a  foreign accent.  Then their voices became more audible as the door 
apparently was  opened fully.  I'm not sure but I could have sworn I heard 
him say something like,  "...that's good.  And make sure she doesn't come," 
ending the conversation.

Then the door closing again, and footsteps casually heading towards me.  As 
the  person approached, I noticed two distinct smells - one of perfume, and 
one of  gourmet cooking.  It occurred to me the foreign woman's voice I 
heard was probably a  servant of some kind and was now standing over my 
naked, violated body with recently  cooked food.  My mouth was salivating in 
spite of the uneasiness I felt.

"Will help you sit up.  You do as I say,"  came a somewhat shrill female 
voice with  a Russian accent.  She helped me sit up and lean against the 
pole, leaving my arms  hanging awkwardly above my head, wrists still 
attached to the post.  "Open,"  she  said and I felt something warm and 
mushy against my lips.  I opened my mouth and was  rewarded with something 
delicious.  Not entirely sure what it was, maybe some sort  of seafood and 
pasta in a creamy sauce.  And she continued to feed me in this manner  so I 
just opened my mouth after each time I swallowed a bite.  After a little 
while  she poured water down my throat and I wasn't expecting it so much of 
it spilled down  my chin and onto my breasts.  This of course made my 
nipples stand to attention,  reminding me of my unfortunate circumstances.  
I wondered what she was thinking.   Did she not even care?  Was she ogling 
my nudity and my exposed pussy and getting  some cheap thrills?  Was she 
disgusted with me?  I probably seemed like some cheap  whore who lived for 
the sexual amusement of anyone who wanted me around.  And there  was nothing 
I could do about it.  I felt a tingle in my pussy at these thoughts and  now 
I was disgusted with myself.

It didn't take long to get full, considering how my stomach had shrunk, so 
finally I  didn't open my mouth again, hoping she would get the hint without 
me having to  actually say anything that might resemble a complaint.

"Open!" she said, and I opened my mouth obediently.  Something that felt 
like a  glass pushed against my lips and I realized I was going to drink 
more.   This time  it was red wine, but like last time, not all of the 
liquid ended up in my mouth.  I  felt the cool liquid drip tiny rivers 
around my breasts and onto my thighs. I heard  what sounded like the Russian 
woman sipping from the wine glass.

"Open again," she said more softly this time and I did so.  I wasn't hungry 
or  thirsty any more but I just didn't know what kind consequences I might 
face if I  didn't follow orders in this house.  Instead of food or drink I 
felt something else  entirely.  It didn't take long to realize this woman's 
tongue had entered my mouth,  and I just let her explore, afraid to 
reciprocate.  She stopped abruptly.  "Kiss  back!"  she said, shaking my 
shoulders for emphasis.  And she put her open lips to  mine once more.  I 
couldn't discern age from her voice but her lips felt so soft and  her hands 
felt so smooth against my nipples that I surmised she was probably still  in 
her prime.

I kissed her back with reckless abandon, reaching my head forward as far as 
it would  go before my tied arms held me back.  I pressed my tongue against 
hers while her  fingers tweaked and teased my nipples.  I could feel my 
pussy becoming freshly wet  again.  I moaned into her mouth when her hand 
pressed against my cunt.  It felt so  incredible I didn't care if she 
thought I was disgusting or if she was just using me  for her own sadistic 
pleasure.  My body had been floating in a buzz of sexual  tension since I 
hadn't been allowed to come, and now I craved release once more.

Her hand rubbed my pussy and her fingers delicately pinched my clit.  I was 
going to  orgasm much faster than before.  Then she stopped.  Her hands 
pulled away, her face  pulled away, and I was left hanging again, 
desperately craving orgasm, and wanting  to cry.

Then I felt penetration in my pussy....mmmmm... it felt so wonderful.  Must have 
been a  dildo.  She shoved it all the way up... and then just left it there.  
And I heard her  walk away.  The dildo was thin enough not to slip out by 
itself but thick enough for  me to be infinitely aware of it's presence 
inside me.  And I couldn't move it.  I  couldn't touch my ultra-sensitive 
clit.  I couldn't fuck myself to orgasm with that  dildo that was deep 
inside my pussy.  I tried squeezing my vaginal muscles around it  to a 
limited degree of sexual release but I couldn't come that way.  It didn't 
stop  me from trying, as the subtle squeezing around the dildo was gradually 
more and more  pleasurable.

Then I heard the door open again, followed by a flood of voices.  It sounded 
like a  party that was about to commence or perhaps continue in the room 
where I was held as  a sexual captive.  I sensed a brighter light and my 
entire body tensed up.  I  instinctively tried to close my legs but the pole 
connecting the shackles made it  impossible.  I was being exposed to a room 
full of strangers as I felt them piling  in.  How did this seemingly private 
man know this many people?  It sounded like some  sort of high society bash 
with champagne glasses tingling and melodic female  laughter.   Voices made 
comments about me, about the fact that I was there, and they  seemed to be 
enjoying this most illustrious form of entertainment.

Meanwhile I had stopped the vaginal contractions around the dildo but my 
pussy  hadn't stopped it's gradual incline towards sexual release.  It 
seemed as though the  contractions were continuing involuntarily around the 
dildo and there was nothing I  could do to stop it.  Before I wanted nothing 
more than to orgasm, what with all the  tortuous sexual buildup but now I 
wanted nothing of the sort to occur.  Being bound  naked and spread in front 
of a crowd of complete strangers was definitely  embarrassing, but having an 
orgasm for that same crowd would be too much to handle.   Still, the 
pulsations inbetween my legs continued unabated.  And it was starting to  
feel much better than I would have liked at that moment.

I tried to concentrate on what people were saying and not my own growing 
arousal:   "...she looks kinda skinny..." and "...I like her nipples..."  and "...I 
wonder how much girls  like this cost, but I want to get one for my next 
party!" and "...what a fucking  whore, she's dripping all over the carpet..."  
and "...I bet she would fuck every guy in  here, you can tell she gets off on 
being exposed and humiliated...."

All their comments together were too much to bear.  I was insulted but I 
couldn't  even get angry because I could feel my pelvic contractions 
approaching orgasm.  I  wanted it to stop so badly, even though I needed 
release desperately.  I  concentrated as hard as I could on stopping but it 
only seemed to take me closer to  the edge with all the mental and physical 
pressure on my pussy.  I could sense  people gathering around me and the 
talking grew quieter.  It was as if they were all  expecting a grand finale.

I could feel all their eyes upon me now, and some people had the balls to 
pinch my  nipples, which certainly didn't help.  The orgasm welled up inside 
of me like  nothing I had ever felt before.  I certainly hadn't ever came 
without direct  stimulation of some kind.  I couldn't stop it now, I started 
to moan, feeling the  dildo deep inside me, and my nipples twisted into 
wrinkled points.  Everyone seemed  to be focusing on me as I exploded into 
an embarrassing orgasm in front of all of  them, moaning uncontrollably and 
squirting fluid onto the rug, my whole body  sweating and shaking.  My back 
arched against the post and I stuck my breasts out in  submission to my 
orgasm and my audience.

I half expected applause, but everyone just kind of poured out of the room 
as fast  as they came in.  I was still moaning softly when I felt the lights 
switch off and  heard the door shut.  I was mortified.  I just had the most 
incredible orgasm of my  life in front of 50 some odd strangers!  Did I get 
off on being humiliated?  I was  totally ashamed at having felt so much 
pleasure at the expense of my dignity.   Exhausted, I fell asleep.

End of Chapter 2
~Master Z~

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