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Story codes: orgy, gang, oral, anal, bd, scat, bond, humil,
toys, F+M+, M+M+

A long way down
by A. Geerling	

When Jacques came in, I quickly joined the line of girls on
my knees in the front hall. I had been waiting for him,
getting ready in my mind for this, my chance. I would take him
better than any of the others and make him finish in my mouth;
then he would take me to one of the private rooms, and by the
time wefd finished hefd know I was the one for him.

I could be that good.

For him, I could; I knew it.

I had to be.

So I joined in the welcoming crew that went down on every man
or woman who came to the party. Jacques looked so handsome in
his red leather chaps and gloves, the rest of his muscular body
naked and oiled to a fine sheen, except for the red bullwhip
coiled around his waist. I waited hungrily for my turn on him,
cursing the others to give him up, to know their place and wait
for another cock to suck. His was going to be mine. I had taken
two loads already, one sweet, the other sour, but I knew Jacques'
would be like manna from heaven.

A glance down the line showed me his full, hard member the tight
scrotum hung beneath. I could imagine the sticky ropes of seed
that waited for me there. When he chose me, I would be out of here,
at last, to a place of my own where I was the queen. I was just
allowing the others to prepare him for me, thatfs all. And the
hunger between my legs grew ravenous as I watched the other girlsf
heads bobbing on him.

Jacques laughed and talked with the Door Master, Marcus, while
pumping his rod in the throat of one, and then the next. He gave
a few appreciative moans and groans here and there, but I could
tell he was not impressed. Not yet. He was waiting for me.

He moved on to the next one. Just four girls left between him and me.

Now three. Hefs mine!

But it was that bitch Ashley who got him. Just two girls left, but
she, with her staring school-girl eyes and her slow deep-throat,
she seduced him, and I had to watch as he went over the edge and
emptied his balls in her mouth. A long, slow groan escaped him;
he tensed and hissed, and then laughed and whooped like a boy. My
heart sank as I watched.

A single drop of his cum leaked from her lips and fell on her left
nipple - a cheap trick, one I might have even taught her myself.
He bent down and licked it from her tit, then took her arm and brought
her with him. The look on that bitchfs face was insufferable. I
always hated her, with her empty blonde whines and mewls. She was
a quick-cummer, and always screamed, but it sounded fake to me. And
the insincerity of her kiss was enough to make my stomach churn.

But it was Ashley that Jacques took to the private rooms, and not me,
and I never even got a chance to show him.

I sat there in semi-shock and only numbly complied when another cock
was pushed in my face. Then Roland, the Bind-Master, took me to a
play table and strapped me down with rubber tubing so that I was bent
back over a hump with my head on the table near the edge. My calves
and thighs were tied together and my legs spread, leaving me available
to all passers-by.

Someone started in my pussy and a long black snake of a cock went in
my mouth and down my throat. The manfs black, hairy scrotum slapped
my face as he fucked my mouth while I was hammered from the other
side with equal vigor. I just took it, still searching with my eyes
for the way Jacques had gone, where my place had been stolen.

I had an evil thought as the one man spurted in my cunt: maybe Jacques
would use that bullwhip on her. Just as he could be a kind and loving
Master, his dark turns were also famous. He was accomplished with the
lash, and maybe he would whip long bleeding welts all over and leave
her scarred and ruined for all but a few. I pictured Ashley with her
skin in tatters, her face broken and her punctured eyeball leaking down
her ruined hole of a nose.

Someone felched the cum from my pussy and fed it to me as the long black
cock took a break and went to sample someone else. I was let up and tied
over the arm of a sofa for another fucking. Two Australian guys took
turns on me while I lapped at the pussy of another girl, Michelle, who
was tied down on the sofa. I made Mich cum, thinking it was the least I
could do for her; she was fitted with a gag and funnel in her mouth and
was serving as a toilet for a group of men and women who were sampling
wines at a table in the corner. Ifd done toilet duty before, and it was
mostly boring, so I figured shefs be grateful for a little attention.

The Australians moved on and a huge -breasted black woman in an open-topped
bustier and a lubed, vibrating strap-on took their place. The dildo fitted
me snugly, and the clitoral stimulators on it tickled my asshole. Once she
was set in place she said something to the slave at her side and he knelt
to eat out her ass while she fucked me. The vibrator switched on and
exploded through my pussy. She started savaging me, just whamming away
without a pause, until I thought I was going to break open. Then I started
to cum, and I resented it because I was so upset about Jacques, but as the
first second and third climaxes ripped through me in under five minutes,
I forgot about anything else while my head swam in stars and the black
bitch fucked me open.

She took her fill after a time: the clock on the wall said it was only
fifteen minutes, but I didnft believe it. Some guy was fucking Michelle
in front of me, his ass right in my face, but if he wanted me to do anything
about it, I was too dazed to move. I was untied and brought over to the
wet pit area where a girl was being sprayed down with load after load of
cum. Her face was too covered with sperm to see who she was. I helped jerk
off and suck off some guys so they could spray her, too, and then a woman
grabbed me and made me go down on her for a while. Without much thought I
danced rhythmically all over her clit with my tongue and suck two fingers
in her to get at her G-spot. She had a few small climaxes and then moved
on to fuck someone else.

I was alone for a moment.
	
Immediately I went back to the hallway that went to the private rooms,
hoping to catch some sign of Jacques. Maybe he was through with bitch-Ashley,
maybe he realized what a lousy fuck she was and wanted some real loving. Maybe.
I looked around, strained my ears for whip cracks, but all I heard was some
guy, probably in his sixties, telling me to come sit on his cock. He was
naked on his back on a red pool table, with Simone straddling his face,
which was sopping with her cum juices.

Hiding my sigh, I went over and climbed on the table, easing myself onto
his cock. It was throbbing hard and had a good girth to it, making it easy
to squeeze and get a good rhythm going. Simone slopped all over his face,
moaning and gyrating her hips while he worked his tongue furiously. Before
long he started bucking against my squeezes and rocking to meet my strokes.
I felt the heat of his cum spill in me. It felt good, actually, calming
after everything else so far. I milked him with my pussy muscles and he
rested for a bit, but he stayed hard and soon he was motioning me to
continue. We did it, his cum running out of me and gumming up the table.
Then Simone turned around so she was facing me and we started kissing.
She fondled my breasts while I kept pace on the guy.

He licked out her ass, and then he wanted to fuck it, so I got off him
and sucked his dick clean. He pushed Simone down on all fours and shoved
his cock up her ass. Simone really got into ass-fucking. She licked at
my pussy, getting some of the cum out and eating it, but soon she couldnft
concentrate and could only hold on while the old guy plowed her hard. I
watched her cumming, but then all I could think about was Jacques. It
was so unfair. I was the one he liked: he had even said so in front of
me. I was the whole reason he came to the party in the first place, to
see me again. Thatfs what hefd said that night. There must be a way to
find him.

The old guy slapped Simonefs ass, pinched and twisted her nipples and
clit until she was screaming and then gulping for air. I left them to
their pleasures. When I turned back to the hallway, Roland was waiting
for me. It seemed I was wanted for something at the Masterfs Throne,
the big chair for special purposes. Roland brought me to the thronefs
approach where he put me on all fours and bound my thighs mo my ankles
with short leads and put my forearms behind my back and wound them together
with plastic wrap. My mouth was fitted with a fat penis gag that almost
went down my throat so that I could hardly swallow. The front of the gag
had a great dildo jutting out of it. Metal clamps with harsh teeth fit on
my nipples, a sharp pain that turned into a fiery glow and then a fierce
throb. The gag stifled all but the most pathetic of my complaints.

Roland led me forward on a leash through a throng of people along the red
carpet to the throne. The seat was empty, but the crowd parted and Jacques
came forward with Ashley behind. She waddled with some discomfort. Her
cheeks were flushed red and sweat beaded across her whole naked body. Red
welts evenly striped her back, some bleeding a little. White cum dripped
down her legs and the bullwhip followed her like a tail, its handle planted
deep in her ass. She carried a jug of brown froth and watery liquid, the
results of an enema, no doubt, that was passed on to others and carried
away to the toilet. Jacques stood bitch-Ashley in front of the throne, and
I felt only a hollow pang of rejection as he spit in her face then licked
it off her.

Someone pushed me down on my face and a cock abruptly forced its way into
my ass. It both hurt and felt wonderful, but neither aspect touched me
much as I watched bitch-Ashley sit on the throne, bullwhip still up her ass;
Jacques stood on the arms of the throne, straddling he. She took his proud
member in her mouth for a vigorous and skillful suck that I knew I would
never beat. The man fucking me pushed me forward to the foot of the throne,
until my head was forced between bitch-Ashleyfs open legs. The dildo on
my gag was for her, my rival, the one I hated most.

I pushed it inside her cunt, a cunt wet with his special loving. She
moaned around his manhood and received my thrusts with mewls, the phoney
voice, as plastic as her tits, raking at my ears. My neck began to cramp
up and the fucking in my ass grew stronger. My tits burned and throbbed
under the bite of the clamps with each thrust making them swing harder
and hurt more. Bitch-Ashley came squealing. She wrapped her legs around
my head and pulled me in close until her pussy was right in my face. I
could see her swollen clit set and erect from under its hood. Her crinkly
blonde pubes were wet with cum, his cum.

The man in my ass rammed into me harder still in the throes of orgasm.
Then he pulled out and another took his place in my gaping ass. This one
finished quickly, but he was replaced by another, and then another.
Around us half the party was fucking while the other half watched and
masturbated. Ten guys were lined up in a circle, each with his cock in
the ass of the man in front of him while taking the cock of the man
behind, an oscillating chain of fucking. Several girls were taking guys
three at a time in ass cunt and mouth; one girl had both her fists in
the rectums of two other guys. Moans and groans and screams filled the
house. We were at its center, and Jacques stood at the top, his perfect
ass and cock above me, so close, and yet unreachable. Bitch-Ashley kept
me close, rocking her hips to grind the dildo, the bullwhip and my face
into her. She kept cumming. My neck and tits were screaming for mercy as
my ass was filled with load after load. I came and came myself, but each
wave of ecstasy only deepened my despair, only made it clearer how much
I had lost. I would never get freedom, I would never feel joy. Each drop
of cum in my ass proved it more.

It was an exquisite agony. If I could have died then it would not have
been enough to end my shame. In fact, it would only have made it worse.
I wished for an end to my very existence, a complete erasure. Nothing
should be as worthless as I was then.

And that moment went on and on, and it did not end. Even long after the 
party is over, it continues. It will continue to my dying day.

The End




