Banging a Bound Beauty.

WARNING: This story contains a scene of bound rape and humiliation. It is fictional only.

Debra was looking for a gift to get her husband, Dan, for his birthday. Dan would be turning 30, and she wanted to get him something special. Dan had mentioned all he really wanted was Debra. She decided if she was to be Dan’s present, she should be properly “gift wrapped”. Debra called a friend of Dan’s named Jake. Jake and Dan had been friends since they were kids. Jake owned an Adult Book and Accessory store just on the outskirts of town. Debra inquired about closing time, and made arrangements to stop by around closing so she could try on some of store’s nastiest attire. Through out her marriage to Dan, she had always wanted to be a “little sex pot” for him, but couldn’t seem to break the ice within herself. She hoped dressing slutty would cause her to act sluttier.

Debra arrived at the Adult Book store, and Jake extinguished the neon “open” sign displayed outside the shop. Debra had always felt comfortable around Jake. He never made any advances towards her in the many years she had known him. She was also impressed by his outstanding manners. She had expected him to become a bit crude after purchasing the porno shop. Being around sex all day, she marveled at his ability to separate his work from his life. Feeling so safe with Jake, she figured she could try on the clothes and rely on his opinions. She stripped to her bra and panties, as requested by Jake. Standing in front of Jake in her undies was actually getting her turned on. It was the newness of the whole thing that caused it, and not a sexual desire for him.

Jake returned with thick leather bracelets and anklets, as well as a gag-ball. Jake placed the elastic gag-ball around her neck, and affixed the cuffs around her ankles and wrists. He told her everything was just for looks. Deb asked what they were used for, and Jake told her to follow him. Jake showed her four rings and four leather straps in the floor by the main area of the store. He told her to get down on her hands and knees so he could show her quickly. She got down, and Jake locked her hands and feet to the rings. He secured the straps around her forearms and calves, which locked her in the “doggie-style” position. She was bent completely over in the contraption, but getting even more turned on by what she knew this was used for. Fearing Jake might see her wet panties, she asked to be released. Jake laughed at her, and she was shocked, even frightened a bit. She demanded harshly to be let up next. Jake grabbed the gag-ball and put it in her mouth. “The ball is to keep stupid bitches like you from complaining!” he shouted as he slapped her on the ass. Debra fought and struggled against her restraints, but it was of no use. She was mumbling and grunting into the ball, but not with much volume.

“You know Deb, I lied about the store closing. This is a porn shop we never close. I just wanted to lure you here so I could have some fun. Watch closely now. Do you see this little sign? Can you read it? Here I will read it for you. It say 5 cents to feel tits, 10 cents to feel cunt, 25 cents to view movies in the booths, or 50 cents to fuck the whore. When I flip the “open” sign back on, what do you think the guys coming in are going to want? You came here to find something to dress like a whore. Well now you are going to be one, and a 50-cent whore at that. Dan turning 30, huh?. Well I ain’t sending his little whore-wife home to him until she fucks 30. How do you like that?” Dan snarled at her. “Just one more thing cunt, put this on too.” Dan drooled on her as he slid a leather blind fold over her head. “You can’t see or speak, but you are damn sure gonna hear!”

She felt the cold blade of a knife on her ass, and with one quick flip of the blade her panties were cut away exposing her to any person that might walk in. She heard the flick of the light switch, and knew Jake had just turned the sign back on. Her bladder let loose and she pissed on the floor. She felt her urine as it ran past her knees. She was helpless. She couldn’t get away or call for help. She hoped nobody would come in. She was praying Jake would give up and just let her go home. She heard Jake, “Damn I almost forgot to adjust the security cameras for this. I gotta turn the audio sensitivity up also”. She was on video! No, this couldn’t be happening to her. It was a bad dream she would wake up soon.

She heard the sounds of breaks outside the store. Her muscles tightened in fear. “Holy shit, a tour bus! Jackpot!” Jake exclaimed greedily. “He’s only scaring me. He isn’t for real.” Deb thought. She was soon mistaken as she heard a large group of people enter the store. She tried to count the footsteps, the voices, and the sounds. Her mind was racing about how many people were staring at her in this predicament. She heard the movement around her. She could feel their presence, but didn’t know how many. She could feel their eyes as they burned into her naked flesh. She heard the laughter caused by her expense. She was humiliated. She wanted to crawl somewhere and die. She hoped the men would just leave her alone. She felt a hand on her ass, and tried to struggle away. The voice asked, “How much to touch her ass?” Jake told him it was free. She soon felt an unknown number of hands all over her ass. How could this be happening to her?

Deb made no sound, and did not move a muscle. She thought if she acted like a complete dead-fuck, the men would be not bother her. She would not give them the pleasure of knowing her humiliation. She heard the sound of a coin drop into a bucket. “What will it be my tits or my ass”, she thought. She felt hands on her tits. Soon her bra was removed causing her tits to swing beneath her like two pendulums of a grandfather clock. Her heart was pounding. She bit into the ball-gag as tears filled her blindfold. She heard another coin hit the bottom of the bucket. Her pussy was stuffed with fingers. “Hey this whore is wet!” somebody shouted. No, she was not getting excited by this she tried to convince herself. It was remnants of her excitement from before. Her body might be responding to the physical stimuli, but not her mind. She could never enjoy this humiliation. Like rain pounding an old tin roof, Debra heard the sounds of handfuls of change being thrown into the bucket. As she heard the number of coins, her body tensed in preparation of what might happen next. She heard the sounds of what she thought were clothes coming off many, many people. How many people were here? How many men planned on violating her body? How could she ever tell Dan? Would she ever tell Dan, or would she protect him from the knowledge of this night?

She felt the hard thrust of an engorged cock slam into her unprepared cunt. She trashed fighting the best she could against the invading prick behind her. “Ride her, cowboy!” she heard. It was followed by the another guy adding, “I bet he can’t last the eight seconds!” The room was filled with cheers and roars of encouragement. She remembered the video being made of her. Her thoughts ran through her raped mind, “What I must look like. Here I am in the center of a room full of guys getting fucked. Are the guys stroking cocks getting ready for me? How do I look?… How do I look???… Why the fuck I am I worried about how I look. Oh my God, I must look like a filthy whore! This must be a seen of complete depravation. Wow this guy has a big cock. Oh shit, he is hitting my clit. Damn it, fight it, fight it, fight it….