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"How many, Maria Pardo? How many cocks have penetrated your holes, how many litres of semen have you swallowed, have been deposited deep inside you? Mmm?"
Maria shook her head, even though she must have realised it was a rhetorical question. Her body was arched back against him as he eloquently described her depth of depravity.
"Does it get you excited, Maria? Does it get you wet to hear me tell you just how big a slut and whore you are? Let’s see..."
The bondage master let one hand slide slowly over Maria’s stomach to her pussy. As his fingers reached the top of her shaved slit, my wife spread her legs even further apart so he could explore her cunt.
"Mmm, I think we can see just how excited you are, Maria. How moist you are, it’s even running down your legs."
Sure enough we could see Maria leaking, steaks of wetness sliding slowly down the inside of her thighs. The bondage master slipped two fingers into my wife’s cunt, rapidly slapping them from to side making a wet squelching sound to indicate just how wet he had made Maria.
"And all those millions more, men all over the world watching your videos and seeing your photos, jerking their cocks over you, Maria Pardo. Exposing you as the complete and utter slut you are, simply for their amusement. Don’t you just love it?"
Maria could barely nod as the bondage master continued to masturbate my wife, flicking the clamps on her tits as he did. She began moaning as the clamps pulled her nipples down as her tits bounced, increasing in intensity.
"Oh ho, a nipple orgasm! Impressive, slut."
He stopped fingering Maria’s cunt, moved in front of her again and focussed on her nipples, pulling the clamps in various directions, leading Maria on a little dance as she followed the pull.
Soon her breasts were heaving as the orgasm overcame her, eventually settling down as the bondage master relaxed his grip on the clamps.
After a quick visit to the bench, the bondage master ordered Maria to raise her arms straight up from her sides and placed a what looked like a flat piece of steel across her shoulders. The yoke stretched along the length of each arm and fitted around her neck, with metal fastenings for each wrist. It made Maria’s head how a little, giving her even more of a subservient appearance.
He again strode to his bench and returned with ropes. He left the clamps on and used them to pull Maria’s left tit out, quickly and expertly circling it tightly with cord, starting at the base of the breast, neatly laying each loop of rope side by side, making the boob bulge forward more than twice as much as in a relaxed state.
With each breast bound, he led Maria to a waist high table, laying her down on her back and securing her wrists and ankles. Her knees were raised and her legs were spread wide apart, her bound tits poking straight up.
Going to his bench, the bondage master returned with a number of stick, or rods, each of different length and thickness. He ***********ed one and approached between my wife’s spread legs.
"Hope your still wet, slut," he growled as he inserted the end of the rod into her cunt.
He began shoving the rod into Maria’s cunt, and everyone could clearly hear her squishy snatch. He sped up his thrusts, ramming the rod deeper into my wife’s wide open and exposed fuckhole. She was breathing quicker and shallower but before anything could develop he withdrew the rod. He ***********ed a shorter, thicker pole and plunged it into Maria’s reddening gash, again thrusting it home and withdrawing before it could create an orgasm.
"This is where we have some group fun with you, Maria. Come on boys, grab some poles and start impaling the bitch," he told the group.
Eagerly they rushed forward to seize one of the props and soon Maria had sticks, poles and rods being shoved in and out of her cunt and ass. Some had dildo like ends, some were just rounded smooth, some plastic, some wood, some metal, some rubber. There were household implements and tools among them, like a toilet brush, a baseball bat, the handle of a tennis racquet and even a screwdriver.
The bondage master supervised, ensuring that no one lingered in Maria’s holes too long, swapping around implements.
After a while he signalled for the men to stop as he rubbed his hand over Maria’s sore crotch. "How was that, slut? Enjoy having your holes filled? You’ll do anything for cock, won’t you whore? "Now the slut’s holes have been properly prepared," he addressed the group, "it’s time to put the slut to the only real use for which she is good for."
From a shadowy corner he wheeled a large drum on castors, placing it in the middle of the chamber and applying a brake on each wheel. The metal barrel had wrist and ankle fastenings. While a couple of men removed the yoke, the bondage master readied it for its next victim.
Maria was tied down backwards over the barrel so her mouth and cunt we’re both at dick height. Her arms were bound to the sides of the barrel. Her tightly roped tits were still going purple, poking high into the air. Her legs were tied apart, giving complete access to her cunt.
At a nod from the bondage master, two of the men in the audience unzipped their pants, stroking already hard cocks.
"I know the bondage chamber is new to you, slut, so we’re gonna make you feel right at home," he addressed my wife.
"We’re gonna give you the sort of treatment you’re used to, except you’re tied up so you have no control whatsoever. Just remember there’s so much more in store for you on your next visit - all kinds of roping, suspensions, extra weights on your nipple clamps, clamps and weights on your pussy lips, caging, stocks - oh the list is long, my dear whore. And all with an eager audience like this one."
As he finished, the two men thrust their cocks into my wife, one into her upside down mouth and the other into her dripping cunt.
The man fucking Maria’s mouth held her head between his big hands and forced his cock all the way down her throat and held it there. I could see her throat swell as he jammed his cock balls deep.
The other man was pounding Maria’s cunt similarly, long, deep hard powerful thrusts almost moving the barrel. Some of the other guys were slapping Maria’s bound tits, swaying only a minimal amount because of the ropes encircling each boob.
It wasn’t long before the throat fucker blew a load in my wife’s mouth, which she desperately tried to swallow. But with her head being upside down quite a bit dribbled down her face into her eyes. He stepped aside and the next man took his place, again ruthlessly face fucking my wife.
Her beautiful face wasn’t so pretty anymore, streaked with semen mixing with her eye makeup.
The second guy dumped his cum load into Maria’s cunt and stepped back, gravity ensuring a steady stream of his cockjuice welled out of her fuckhole. Again the next guy had his long thick hard cock ready to impale Maria, the sound of the twin thrusting men reverberating through the barrel and around the concrete chamber.
The group of men continued to fuck my wife, all of them returning for seconds and even dessert until they were all satiated and wandered off in search of the beers they had been promised for their participation.
After they had all gone I slowly walked to where Maria’s head was still hanging down over the barrel and stroked her cheek with the back of my hand.
"I’m very proud of you, Maria," I told her. "Very proud."
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