Bondage Fantasy, Part 3

I feel my arms free, the leather still on them but released, then my legs. They are shaking, they pull me from the van and stand me up, I can't walk, i can hardly stand. My arms are being pulled behind me, tied together, the straps laced up my arms. I can't move them at all. The shaking continues as I start to whimper. I hear footsteps so many of them, i don't know how many people are there.

Someone is standing in front of me. He smells of all man, he reaches around me to check my arms and I realize, he's big. no I mean, really big, his chest hits my nose. he's gotta be at least 6'6", his chest, pressed against me for a moment, is like iron.

Suddenly he pulls back. i feel hands grasp my arms and shoulders and pick me up off the ground, just a few inches. More hands grab my ankles and spread them apart. I feel something heavy attached to my ankles. and they put me down.

it's hard to stand. my legs are so far apart, I can't put them together, something is keeping them apart. What have I gotten myself into? The shaking gets more intense, they men behind me hold onto me to keep me upright. The big guy has not moved at all. I feel his hands start to touch lightly through my shirt. Does he knows its driving me crazy? but i hear his breathing getting harder, maybe it's making him a little crazy too..... Is that good or bad?

He steps back and without a word I'm lifted into the air, being carried... to where I don't know. Down some stairs, that's about all I can tell. I'm set down again, my arms are held tight. I feel the big guy again, right in front of me.

With a terrifying roar, he rips my shirt open and off my shoulders. It's caught by my tied arms and he leaves it and me for a moment. When he returns, I feel something cold on my skin. Metal?

"do you know what this is?"

I shake my head no, my stomach is in my throat. I know what it is....

his laughter rolls over me, he runs the metal up my arm, under what is left of the shirt and quickly slices it off me with the knife. He quickly dispenses with the shirt. His warm palm grazing my nipple, then his hot, wet mouth on my nipple.

I cry out, the pleasure is so intense it is almost painful. He drops to his knees. I can feel him slide the knife up my leg until the very tip is just resting on my clit. The cold against the very hot is mind numbing. I try not to move, he lifts the knife and in one stroke he slices the skirt off me. the Knife is gone and his fingers take it's place. Gently exploring, finding me wet and ready, my body is shaking so hard i can't stand. they men holding my arms are keeping me from falling.

His fingers thrust into me, releasing the geyser of cum, I sprays down, runs down my legs. He slams his fingers in an out of me until I'm spent. As I start to collapse the two behind me pick me up and carry me to what I can only assume is a bed. They lay me on it, face down, untie my hands, flip me over and use the leather to tie my hands spread eagle to the bedposts. They remove the spacer bar and do the same to my feet. I feel the bed give as the big guy sits down between my parted legs and buries his face in my pussy. She is still wet and quivering from the last assault.

"mmmm, just love a tasty pussy.... Does anyone else loves a tasty pussy?"