Chapter 2 - W46

Though Willa walked away, the others remained, their presence a tangible weight in the room. Their voices mingled around me, discussing matters that seemed trivial in my heightened state but undoubtedly held significance. Conversations about business deals and names I didn’t recognize created a surreal backdrop to my intimate torment.

The clinking of glasses and bottles punctuated their dialogue, each sound a reminder of the world just beyond my immediate sensation. Occasionally, a splash of liquid would land on my skin, cool and unexpected. Each droplet was swiftly followed by a warm tongue, lapping it up, sending delicious shivers down my spine. The juxtaposition of cold liquid and hot tongues heightened the pleasure thrumming through me, a counterpoint to the relentless buzzing of the vibrator deep within my pussy.

My body responded eagerly, helplessly, to their attentions. Wetness pooled between my thighs, a testament to my arousal. Each shiver, each quiver, each involuntary moan seemed to feed their enjoyment, a silent dialogue of desire and satisfaction. I was an object of their pleasure, yet the pleasure I felt was mine, raw and unfiltered, dripping down my thighs.

“Willa mentioned that slave W46 might come at a premium.”, a female voice remarked, the words barely piercing the haze of pleasure enveloping me. My focus was riveted on the sensations coursing through my body. Fingers traced a teasing path from my asshole through my slick slit, pausing just long enough to increase the intensity of the vibrator within me.

A loud moan escaped my lips as the vibrations escalated, my body writhing uncontrollably on the table. The delicious torment was almost too much to bear, and I felt a wave of frustration when those fingers withdrew, leaving me achingly empty where I craved them most. A plaintive whine slipped from my throat, a desperate plea for more of the tantalizing touch that had been so cruelly taken away.

“Mmm… I can see why. Here, taste her.”, a deep, commanding male voice rumbled, followed by the unmistakable sounds of suction. “She tastes delicious.”, a sultry female voice replied, her tone rich with approval. Their words washed over me like a balm, each note of praise igniting a desperate hope within me that they might bring me to the release I craved.

The vibrator was abruptly removed from my pussy, drawing a loud, frustrated whine from deep within me. Laughter echoed around the room, mingling with the sudden intrusion of fingers inside me. My moans rang out, raw and uncontrolled. “God, she is tight.”, the man groaned appreciatively. “Is she a virgin?”

I couldn’t answer, my mind too clouded by the intense sensations to form coherent thoughts. Did it even matter? My body arched in response to his touch as he began to rub my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through me that obliterated any rationality. Panting and whimpering, I writhed on the table, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy.

“Does it feel good, slave?”, the woman asked, but I was beyond words, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my lower stomach. Her hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head up and backwards, forcing me to meet her gaze. “I asked you a question slave.”

Desperation laced my voice as I nodded, moaning. “Yes, Master. Please, let me cum.”

The woman’s chuckle was a low, satisfied sound. “Let her cum, Philip.”, she commanded, her approval a heady mix of dominance and benevolence.

I felt my legs tremble, straining against the restraints, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. My inner walls clenched desperately around his probing fingers, teetering on the precipice of a blissful release. Each ragged breath echoed in the dimly lit room, a testament to the exquisite torture he was inflicting. He held me in this state of suspended ecstasy, keeping me perched on the edge far longer than my sanity could bear.

Suddenly, the waves of my release crashed over me, powerful and unrelenting. My eyes rolled back, and I let out a guttural moan as the man let me ride out the crest of my orgasm. My body slumped, as much as the restraints allowed, a spent vessel trying to reclaim its breath.

“She felt incredible, tight, milking my fingers.”, Philip murmured, his voice rich with satisfaction.

It was then I noticed Willa, standing beside the lady, her presence a shock that sent a fresh wave of heat through my already overwhelmed body.

“Glad you like her, Philip.”, Willa smiled, though her friendliness seemed forced to my ears. “W46 will be on display in the common rooms until she finishes her training to our standards.”, she added, her words laced with a subtle authority. I wasn’t entirely sure what it meant to be ‘on display’, but in that moment, I didn’t care. If being on display meant receiving more orgasms like the one I just experienced, I was more than willing.

“Is she a virgin?”, Philip asked, his curiosity piqued. The question seemed to draw the attention of more people, who began to gather around the table, their eyes fixed on Willa in anticipation.

Willa nodded. “Yes, she is. We will be careful in our training to maintain her virgin status. Obviously, the first member to take her to the private rooms will also receive the added bonus of her virginity.”, she explained with a composed, almost clinical detachment.

Though I didn’t fully grasp the implications of Willa’s words, I didn’t feel fear. Instead, I felt a strange confidence, an assurance that I was in good hands and that they would take excellent care of me.

Philip nodded, his expression thoughtful yet cunning. “She came quite easily. Do you have any proof of her virginity?”, he asked, his tone laced with sly insinuation.

Willa responded with a dismissive yet firm smile. “Don’t we always, Philip?”, she retorted, effectively silencing him. “You can forget haggling for a discount.”

Turning to address the growing crowd, Willa’s demeanor shifted to one of authoritative assurance. “As always, we have the certificates to prove her virginity.”, she declared, her voice steady and confident. As she spoke, her hand caressed my hair in a loving gesture, making me lean into her touch instinctively.

Willa’s hands roamed my body with practiced ease, her fingers trailing down to my folds and slit. She parted them gently, skillfully sliding the vibrator back into place. The sensation reignited a simmering pleasure within me, and I couldn’t help but shiver.

And just like that, the party continued around me, a heady mix of conversation and desire filling the air. I was the centerpiece, the object of their fascination and lust, and I reveled in every moment of it.

The soft buzzing in my pussy slowly reignited my arousal, spreading warmth throughout my body. I felt countless hands roaming over my skin, fondling every inch of me, their touch igniting sparks of pleasure. The attention made me purr with delight, each caress a reminder of how desired and wanted I was.

Turning my head to the right, I noticed the man bound to the bench. His nipples were still adorned with clamps, his face a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain. His eyes remained closed, but the expressions playing across his features told the story of his internal struggle. A lady rested her knee between his legs on the bench, her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly. Her movements were deliberate, almost teasing.

Suddenly, she yanked on the delicate chain connecting his nipple clamps, causing his eyes to fly open in a mixture of pain and shock. Though I couldn’t hear her words, he nodded slightly, submitting to her command. Perhaps it was the distance, or perhaps my distraction by the feather-light touches around my asshole and clit that clouded my senses.

The hands on my body worked in unison, each touch meticulously timed to build my arousal it seemed. The combined sensations created an overwhelming time of pleasure that threatened to consume me. Every stroke, every caress heightened my desire, making me crave more of this intoxicating attention. I surrendered to the waves of sensation, letting myself be carried away by the collective touch of those around me.

“Her skin is so soft.”, a woman’s voice remarked. Almost immediately, I felt more calloused hands on my inner thighs, teasing me with a mix of roughness and tenderness.

“She’s dripping, so wet.”, a deep voice commented, and I felt his fingers, slick with my arousal, spreading my folds. He moved the vibrator around inside me, creating a new sensation that made me moan loudly. My reaction seemed to encourage him, and he continued to maneuver the vibrator, eliciting more sobs of pleasure from my lips.

“Also very receptive. And let’s not forget beautiful.”, the deep, hoarse voice added, his tone full of appreciation. “Too bad we cannot see her tits like this.”, he said, sounding slightly disappointed. His fingers withdrew from my body, and I couldn’t suppress a whine at the loss.

He chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. The room seemed to close in around me, every touch, every word, heightening my awareness and driving me deeper into the heady mix of pleasure and submission.

“Don’t worry, slave.”, he said, slipping a finger into my mouth. I moaned at the taste of my own arousal, swirling my tongue around his finger. The sweet, tangy flavor ignited something primal within me, and I sucked harder, as if drawing out a magical elixir.

His finger was clean, but the desire to suck and lick it persisted, an overwhelming compulsion. His other hand cupped my chin, a finger softly caressing my cheek, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. The gentle touch contrasted with the intensity of the finger in my mouth, heightening my arousal.

A low groan escaped him. “I can’t wait to have this mouth wrapped around my cock.”, he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. His words sent a jolt of excitement through me, and I intensified my efforts, eager to please him. The room buzzed with palpable energy, every touch, every sound, pushing me further into a state of blissful submission.

He laid me back down, and my eyes were drawn to the lady suspended by the ropes. Her legs trembled, and she panted hard, her body visibly overwhelmed. A man tugged and licked her nipples, and I guessed that the prolonged squeezing by the ropes had made her tits and nipples exquisitely sensitive. Her face was a mask of pain and pleasure, a testament to the intensity of her sensations.

She squirmed, her voice carrying across the room as she begged for more, pleading for permission to cum. Each time she did, someone would slap her cunt with a paddle, eliciting gasps and driving her closer to the edge. The sharp sound of the paddle against her flesh resonated in the room, a harsh counterpoint to her cries.

Eventually, her desperate pleas culminated in a loud scream as her body went limp in the ropes, the release she had begged for finally washing over her. Moments later, a figure in all-black clothing approached her, efficiently removing the ropes from her exhausted body. He cleaned her with detached efficiency before carrying her away.

I watched as they were followed by a man with a smug expression, who was greeted with high-fives from others as they left the room. The scene was a vivid reminder of the intense experiences unfolding around me, each one a mix of dominance, submission, and raw desire.