Chapter 10

Daddy didn't actually drag me around by the leash but I quickly learned that I should move promptly in the direction he tugged. He liked to tie me down in elaborate combinations of knots. He was an experienced cattle roper so the transition to erotic tying wasn't too hard. I continued my research when he was out and soon had some Japanese bondage texts for him to use as reference. He really liked these. The Japanese form of bondage knot tying is an art form and he practiced his art on me. Daddy used the knots to tie me into positions that gave him complete access to my willing body. He installed a hoist in the basement and used it to suspend me from the ceiling. He found one of the bondage forms that got me in a position with my legs spread wide with my knees bent and my ankles tied behind me. There were lines running around my back where my arms were securely tied. The lines around my back gathered in front and came to a point where the hoist was tied. When he raised me up I was perfectly balanced with my ass and cunt completely vulnerable. It wasn't uncomfortable and I was able to stay like that for hours.

Once when I was suspended from the hoist Daddy put one of my masks on me that covered my eyes. I was fully exposed and blind. I felt Daddy playing with my pussy and tits. He fucked me in the cunt and asshole and shot his load down my throat. The hoist allowed him to change openings quickly and move me on his cock at his own pace. I tried to fuck back at him but I had almost no mobility, so I relied on my experienced and talented cunt muscles to encourage him. After he fucked me I expected him to go get Carlos to take his turn so I wasn't surprised when he left the basement. I heard him climb the stairs and open the door. I heard footsteps on the stairs coming down but there had to be at least five pairs of feet. My heart started pounding hard with the knowledge that I was spread wide and naked in front of a group of unknown men. I assumed that they were men and that they were here to fuck me. I was right.

I felt hands on my body everywhere. I couldn't count them as they moved and fondled me. The hands explored my most intimate places poking and prodding me with eager interest. All of the hands were strong and roughly calloused. They continued to paw at my exposed body, leaving no place untouched. This treatment and the unknown aspect of my molesters had me sizzling with desire. The hands could tell I was getting worked up by the wet and dripping condition of my pussy and the moans of excitement coming from my throat.

"Fuck me." I said. I couldn't think of anything more to say. "Fuck me." I repeated over and over like a litany of my life. I repeated the single entry in the list of my life's goals. "Fuck me." I spoke the words as if it was the definition of my being and the sum of my need. "Fuck me." The utterance became a mantra affirming my true status in life. I truly felt, as I hung from the rope in my basement being mauled by the hands of strangers, at peace.

The hands pinched and kneaded my flesh a little while longer then the hands became cocks. A hard cock was plunged into my pussy with enough force to send me rocking on my rope. The man at my head stopped the swing and pushed his dick against my lips. I opened readily taking his salty tool into my mouth. The cock in my pussy began fucking me and I was close to cumming within a few minutes. The cocks pulled out of me and were quickly replaced with new cocks. These thrust into me with the same vigor as their predecessors. I was nearing climax when these new cocks also departed my body. They were replaced by more and the cycle continued. All the while I was being fucked hands continued to caress and fondle me. The third set of cocks couldn't pull out in time to prevent my orgasm and I flew off into a world of my own ecstasy. The thrill of the unseen men and the feeling of their cocks in me were too much, I came hard and long and felt like I was never going to stop cumming.

The men didn't let up. They kept fucking me in rotation. The ones that weren't fucking me were constantly rubbing my body with their hands, squeezing my tits, pulling my nipples, tweaking my clit and doing everything they could think of to increase the eroticism I felt. The men fucking me were not just fucking my mouth and pussy. Soon they started sampling my backdoor and when they felt that tight little opening they made sure it got plenty of attention too. I could taste myself on their cocks as they fed them to me. The earthy taste of my rectum and the tangy spice of my cunt lingered on their cocks as sank them into my hungry mouth and down my fervent throat.

My orgasms were countless as I hung suspended and defenseless. My unprotected body was used repeatedly by these faceless men. They came too, more than once and they mostly came in my mouth. I tasted at least eight loads in my mouth but I felt others on and in my body. I was swung back and forth and spun around and around. Cocks were shoved rudely into me at times. Other times the hard members were gently placed within my compliant warmth and stroked me adoringly. I couldn't get enough of them and I wished for the encounter to go on forever.

Eventually, as with all good things, this came to an end as well. All the men had cum at least twice and I had lost count of my orgasms. I was a sweaty sticky mess as I heard the men file up the stairs. None of them had spoken a word the whole time. If I saw them again I would have no way to know who they were. I shuddered at the thought and had a tiny little orgasm thinking of just how much of a slut I really was. Daddy came in with Carlos and they lowered me to the floor and untied me. My legs were stiff and I had trouble standing.

Carlos picked me up and carried my nude and exhausted body up the stairs and into the bathroom. He set me on the bench in the shower and gently washed me with warm water and soap. Carlos had removed his clothes when he entered the shower and his cock hardened as he soaped my body with his bare hands. I looked up to his face and saw something beautiful there. I knew then that I was in love with him. I hoped that he loved me.

"What's the matter beautiful? You look troubled. Was the rope session too much for you?" We looked concerned for me but his eyes smiled when he mentioned the rope session.

"No, that was great. I didn't want it to stop. You of all people should know how much I like to fuck. That's not it Carlos. It's something else. Something good and wonderful and it's something I just realized." I reached my soapy hand over and took hold of his hard cock stroking it gently as we talked. "You know I love you Carlos? I've told you before and you have said you love me."

"Of course my child." He moaned as I took him in my mouth and sucked a little while I continued to caress him with my hand.

"How?" I asked him.

"How what?" He sounded a little perplexed.

"How do you love me? Is it like a father loves his little girl? Or like a close friend? What is it?" When I finished talking I went back down on him. It was habit for me to suck on a hard cock that was within reach.

"I love you like a man loves a woman, Sarah." He said this as he took my head in his hands and lifted me off of him so he could look in my eyes. "I have never loved another woman more than I love you. You have given so much of yourself and you are kind and loving to me. You are beautiful and sexy and I think about you when I am not near you. I love you, Sarah. I love you." He had pulled me up so I was standing in front of him. The shower continued to spray on us but it had been forgotten.