Smack! This went on for five or six minutes.Smack! This went on for five or six minutes. I cried out in pain but that only caused the blows to come down harder. "Bitch," the voice exclaimed in time with the spanking. "You've gotta lesson to learn and you're gonna learn it now!". Smack! Gradually, my howls of pain mixed with howls of lust as I heard all the male voices urging my tormentor on. Where was Don, I wondered? Who cares! All at once the spanking stopped but I was still pinned across his knees. I began to think of him as Superman. One of Superman's hands was planted in my back holding me down. The other he slipped between my legs and started moving to my pussy. I was so sopping wet that I could smell myself in heat. At the moment of rough contact, I exploded into an orgasm. "The bitch is ready," he announced standing up and allowing me to uncerimoniously roll onto the floor. "You all draw numbers like usual, but the cunt is mine first!" Draw numbers? All of a sudden, it occurred (or re-occurred) to me that I was in a room - where I didn't know - with a bunch of men - who I didn't know - being sexually abused. Gawd! It was wonderful!!! I heard some comotion and then a whining voice complain, "Sixteen! That sucks!." "No, the bitch sucks," said Superman, "Watch." "Get on your knees," he said. I knew he was talking to me but, even if I hadn't, the jerking of the leash which was still around my neck, would have told me. I knelt in the direction that Superman's voice seemed to be coming from and, with my wrists still cuffed, groped till I felt the legs in front of me. |