Chapter 12: The Party

Helen meets Jack’s friends.

The next morning, after Jack had penetrated Helen’s ass for the first time, he used her ass again. He placed her face down on the bed, and with the chastity belt on, he penetrated her all the way in, but this time he only turned the vibrator on low until he came, filling her rectum with his cum and leaving her aroused and unsatisfied.

Next, Jack left, after telling her, “I’m going to use your ass more often, but don’t count on me letting you cum every time; you’ll have to earn it.”

Helen got up and got in the shower. As she washed, she felt very horny and used, like the slaves of her fantasies, which turned her on even more. She was angry with herself for letting herself get into the situation she was in, but she couldn’t deny that, while she felt humiliated and treated like a piece of meat, somehow she enjoyed it. It was something she found hard to admit, and she wondered what was wrong with her head.

She had a quick breakfast and went to work in the office. Looking through her agenda, she realised that she had tickets that day, which she had bought some time ago, to attend a ballet: ‘The Nutcracker’. Although she had stopped practising ballet some time ago, she still enjoyed it, and used to attend whenever there was a premiere. Helen hoped Mark wouldn’t show up to fuck her and delay her making her late for the ballet.

Just in case, she decided to leave work early to avoid running into him, and to get dressed and groomed. As she dressed, she found that the chastity belt prevented her from wearing any of the more elegant, tight-fitting dresses she had, as they would be marked by strange, attention-grabbing wrinkles; but she found one, green, stylish and looser than the rest, that she could wear without any trouble. She chose some very elegant high heels, black with green trimmings to match the dress. She did her hair and make-up, glad to be back to her normal life, attending a stimulating show, and being able to socialise with cultured and sophisticated people, not with brutes like Jack or Mark.

When she arrived at the theatre, suddenly, the vibrator started to work. She parked as best she could and thought about what to do. She had to turn off the mobile phone during the performance, she couldn’t let it ring; but that meant that the vibrator would continue to work until she turned it back on. On the other hand, if she didn’t turn it off, in addition to the risk of it ringing in the middle of the performance, there was the risk that Jack or Mark would call her and demand to meet them. So she decided to turn the phone off and endure the torture of the incessant excitement.

She got out of the car and tried to walk steadily towards the theatre, but the movement of the vibrator made her stagger and her gait unsteady. With uneven steps she managed to reach the theatre, show her entrance and make her way to her seat. She sat uncomfortably, feeling that synthetic phallus moving tirelessly inside her already wet vagina, slowly arousing her. She tried to concentrate on the ballet’s hand programme, carefully reading all the details of the version and its performers, but she lost the thread and had to read each paragraph several times to really get to know it.

When the conversations died down and the ballet began, Helen feared that in the silence the sound of the vibrator could be heard, but the people sitting next to her didn’t seem to notice it. It seemed to her, however, that everyone around her could hear it; in any case, there came a moment when she no longer cared. The merciless vibrator moved and vibrated, exciting her and bringing her to orgasm but not letting her reach it. Helen squeezed her legs together, she didn’t know if it was to control her arousal and avoid cumming or, on the contrary, to increase the stimulation and reach orgasm. She didn’t even want to think about cumming in public, surrounded by people who, though not friends, she knew slightly from previous ballets.

But, on the other hand, she could no longer bear to be teased for so long and her body begged for a climax that would release all the tension she had built up. On several occasions Helen seemed to let out a moan and her neighbours in the row turned to look at her. She thought that maybe what was happening was that they heard the vibrator. Her head was a whirlwind and she couldn’t concentrate on anything. She was clenching her thighs tightly, she didn’t know exactly what for, and her knuckles were white from gripping the armrest of the seat.

At several moments she felt she was about to cum, and her desperation had reached such a point that she decided she didn’t care. She pressed her thighs together and with the muscles of her vagina she squeezed the vibrator, as if milking it, trying to give herself the final push to orgasm.

But with desperation she found that it was not enough. She gave up with a moan that, this time she realised, was heard by her neighbours in the theatre. Her vagina was by then soaking wet and she was almost certain that her dress had a stain between her thighs, and possibly the seat was stained. She felt ashamed and humiliated and, at the same time, the thought that someone was controlling her sexuality to this extent, that this wet sex of hers was the possession of these men whom she hardly knew, excited her even more.

When the ballet performance ended, Helen was exhausted. She stayed in her seat until everyone had left, to avoid them seeing the stains on her dress or the seat. She put on the coat she had brought, which fortunately covered up to her thighs, and went to the car. There she activated her mobile phone and saw that she had messages from Jack and Mark.

Mark’s messages asked where she was and why she hadn’t waited for him in her office. Jack’s messages told her that Mark had called him complaining that Helen was unavailable. Jack insisted in his messages that she should always be available to both of them.

Helen replied to both of them, apologising in the most humble tone possible, fearing possible reprisals or punishment from them.

Mark, who had activated the vibrator in preparation for her intended visit, told her not to do it again, and deactivated the vibrator.

The next afternoon, when Mark arrived at Helen’s office, he told her that he knew Jack had already fucked her in the ass and that he wanted to do it too.

Helen panicked, thinking about what that gigantic cock might do to her sphincter and begged him not to do it.

Mark insisted but in the end she convinced him, assuring him that, in a few days when she was used to it and her anus was more dilated, he could put his cock in her ass, and that, in the meantime she would be the most submissive slave Mark could imagine, and that she would do whatever he asked her to do.

Mark agreed, and that afternoon she made him give her a blowjob, taking his cock in her mouth up to the entrance of her throat, almost suffocating her and cumming in her throat, and then fucking her twice; once bent over her desk, and once lying on the desk, almost bent in two, with her legs resting on his shoulders. In both cases, with her pent-up arousal and the stimulation Mark’s huge cock was giving her, filling and dilating her vagina to the limit, Helen came, with two gigantic orgasms, after which she mumbled a ‘Thank you, Master’, partly to satisfy him, but partly because she was really grateful.

The next few days they established a routine: Jack would visit her in the evenings at her house and Mark in the afternoons at her office. As if in agreement, neither of them let her cum. The vibrator was activated from time to time and especially when Jack fucked her in the ass, but they never let her have an orgasm.

By the time Friday came she was very desperate.

On Friday night, Jack told her, “Tomorrow Saturday night I want you to come to my house and bring your sex toys. I’m having a party with my friends, who will be delighted to meet you.”

“But, Master,” replied Helen, “I don’t want anyone to see me or know about our relationship.”

“They will do more than see you, and you will obey me, slave, or else you know what will happen...”

“Please, Master, don’t force me,” Helen insisted.

But Jack was adamant and finally, after insisting, Helen gave in. She thought it was better that some of Jack’s friends would see her and, he was sure, fuck her, than that the videos would be made public and she would lose her job and be embarrassed in front of everyone she knew. The only thing Helen was able to get was Jack’s assurance that his friends would not tell or videotape.

On Saturday, Helen dressed as Jack had instructed, with no panties or bra, and in a short, tight, body-hugging dress, highlighting her hips, ass and breasts, revealing her nipples and showing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

She put all the erotic toys in a bag and headed to the address Jack had given her.

She arrived just at the time he had arranged and, to her relief, no one was there yet. Jack led her to a room, which had a bed and some furniture, perhaps a guest room, and ordered her to put on her wrist and ankle cuffs and collar and wait for him to call her.

Helen did as Jack instructed and stood restlessly, wondering what awaited her and what the men would do to her. She tried to reassure herself that, after all, she had already given blowjobs to strangers when asked to do so by PerverseMaster, as she called him then, but this situation was different; she was going to be surrounded by men who would probably want to fuck her or do who knows what to her.

Helen waited restlessly, listening as more and more people gradually knocked on the door and were greeted by Jack. After a while, Jack came to get her, hooked a leash to her collar, attached the wrist cuffs to her back and pulled the leash and led her into the living room.

Among them she recognised only Mark; the other four were men who looked similar to Jack, with no distinguishing features, unattractive, unkempt and with a bit of a paunch, probably due to excessive consumption of beer, such as the one they were drinking at the moment.

When they saw her enter, they all whistled and cheered.

Jack said, “This is my slave girl, who is going to entertain us for the evening. She’s obedient and will do absolutely anything we ask of her, won’t you, slave?” he added, looking at Helen and pulling up on the leash until she had to stand on her tiptoes.

Helen managed to say, “Yes, Master.”

“For starters why don’t you show us what you can do with your mouth?” said Jack, pulling the leash up until Helen was facing one of the men.

The man unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and stared at Helen. She knelt down, with some difficulty, as her hands were still tied behind her back, and brought her mouth close to the stranger’s cock.

She hesitated for a moment, and stared at the cock a few centimetres from her face, a thick cock, with very marked veins. Finally, she opened her mouth, resigned, put her head forward and took part of the cock into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it. At first she moved slowly, up and down, trying to cover the hot cylinder filling her mouth with saliva. Little by little, she picked up speed and pushed hia cock deeper, trying to increase the stimulation and finish the humiliating task as soon as possible, surrounded as she was by men who looked at her and made derogatory comments: “She sucks so well, I can’t wait to get it all the way in”, “You’ve trained her well, Jack”, “What nice tits, why don’t you take off your dress so we can see them”, “She must have a great pussy, when can we fuck her?”

The man she was giving the blow job to reached under her dress and started squeezing her tits. She ignored his discomfort and continued, and after a while his grunts increased in volume and frequency, his cock began to twitch, and suddenly a jet of cum filled her mouth, followed by many more squirts that she tried to swallow as soon as possible, as she found the taste of the man very unpleasant.

When he finished, she flopped backwards onto her knees, resting on her ankles, catching her breath.

Jack led her by the leash in front of the next man, who was already waiting for her with his cock out of his trousers and erect, aroused by the scene he had witnessed. This cock was thin and very long, and curved close to the glans. Helen didn’t linger long, though for a few seconds she thought that in the last few weeks she had sucked many more different cocks than she had in many years, or even in her whole life.

She started to give him a blow job, trying to make him cum as quickly as possible. Her enthusiasm must not have seemed enough for the man, who soon grabbed her head and began to thrust deeper, making her gag. Bound as she was, she couldn’t resist, except by trying to pull back; but the man ignored her resistance and pushed her all the way in, trying to shove his glans all the way down her throat.