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Trey was big, not quite as huge as Rance, but still considerably bigger than I was used to. It was bound to hurt when he penetrated me if I remained dry.

I jumped when something hot and moist covered the nipple of one breast. A sharp stab of pleasure radiated outward from that point. I looked down and saw that Nick had taken my nipple and was suckling on it. He cupped my breast, massaging it, running the edge of his teeth over my distended nipple.

Jerico cupped my other breast as I watched and he too lifted his head, closing his mouth over my other nipple, sucking hard. Twin bolts of hot sensation shot through me with such intensity that I closed my eyes, feeling faint. After a moment, I opened my eyes, watching, feeling my pleasure intensify. Heat rolled through me in waves. My sex flooded with the need for possession.

This then, was why I had been placed on the board, so that my breasts swung free. I hadn’t realized until that moment how very accessible they had made me so that each of them could do as he pleased with me without hindrance, if I had felt inclined to fight, without discomfort or a great deal of effort.

It was dizzying, having both breasts finessed at once, each in a different way. Nick tended to bite, almost to the point of pain. Jerico sucked almost to the point of pain, but it never went beyond the ‘almost’ and it was the most pleasure I’d ever received with a man’s mouth, tongue and teeth. Either one would have been pleasurable. Both together sent my senses reeling.

Rance cupped my chin, forcing me to lift my head. I looked up at him, my eyelids half closed at the intense pleasure traveling through me from my breasts to my sex. He nudged my mouth with his cock.

Dizzy by now with pleasure, I looked at his hard erection. I knew what he wanted. I realized I wanted it too. I opened my mouth wide.

He grasped my hair, pushing his cock deeply inside my mouth.

He was huge. I thought for several moments I wouldn’t be able to take him inside my mouth, but my jaws finally relaxed with the movement as he slipped in and then out again. I was a little surprised to discover that he tasted wonderful, felt wonderful. Aroused by what I was doing, and the sounds of his pleasure, I sucked him, closed my mouth and tongue around him, enjoying the feel and taste of him as he moved slowly in and out, controlling my movements.

Jerico and Nick suckled my breasts, building the pleasure inside of me. In a moment, I felt Trey behind me, pushing his cock into my sex. I nearly came then, but fought off the climax, determined to enjoy it for as long as possible before I allowed myself to cum.

It was wild. I’d never imagined anything in the world like it, having attention lavished so heavily on me that I had pleasure pounding away at me from every direction.

And pounding was the only way to describe it. There was no long, drawn out building of tension. I experienced no wavering dips from pleasure to disinterest and back again that made me wonder if I would be able to achieve climax. Pleasure shot through me the moment Jerico and Nick closed their mouths around each of my nipples. It assaulted me more powerfully when I took Rance’s cock into my mouth to suckle it. It crashed through me when I felt Trey shove his huge cock inside my sex, thrusting hard, fast and deep.

Despite my best efforts, it all felt too good to control my assent toward culmination. Within minutes I knew I was racing rapidly toward my climax.

With a guttural cry, Rance came. I felt his cock throbbing, knew explosion was imminent, but I could not escape him, knew that he would cum in my mouth—something I had never allowed.

To my surprise, when he came, it was almost electrifying. It sent my own pleasure to the summit. My climax burst upon me so hard I thought for a moment my heart would stop. It was such an explosion that my brain seemed to dissolve. I almost blacked out, only dimly aware that Trey had cum almost at the same moment that I had, almost in a domino effect.

I became aware of my surroundings again only dimly when I felt something warm and wet against my sex.

Someone was bathing the juices of my orgasm and Trey’s from my sex. I was patted dry. The cloth sent echoes of pleasure through me, but I was sated, exhausted, too weak to move even if it had been allowed.

I found I was still strapped to the bench. The muscles along my inner thighs quivered, but my legs were still splayed wide, my sex open and vulnerable to penetration, my ankles bound, my wrists. I hung limply, but I could not move.

The men, I realized after some moments, had changed places.

I wanted to protest. I was through. I had pleasured both Rance and Trey. I knew both of them had cum when I had. Rance had said that I must pleasure them all, but my body was still quaking with aftershocks.

I didn’t think I was up to another round after the most explosive climax I’d ever experienced in my life.

I discovered it wasn’t my choice.

Trey and Rance took the positions that Jerico and Nick had occupied before. The very moment I felt their mouths close over my nipples, waves of enjoyment quaked through me. I felt my sex grow moist again, despite my will, felt anticipation grow inside of me.

Weakly, I lifted my head. Nick stood before me. His cock was fully erect. It was not quite as big as Rance’s, but still big and almost as long as Rance’s.

My jaws ached, but I opened my mouth and took him.

I jerked reflexively when I felt a mouth cover my clit. The pleasure raised goosebumps all over me.

Again, to my surprise, I found myself climbing toward climax as his tongue worked its magic on my formerly sated nub. I began to suckle the cock in my mouth more enthusiastically as the waves of pleasure washing through me began building, suffusing me with heat.

I had could feel myself nearing culmination when his mouth left my clit. A shiver chased up my spine as cool air dried the moisture on my sex. And then I felt Jerico push the head of his cock against me, nudging the folds of flesh, slowly penetrating my sex. My muscles clenched around his erection. Wet as I was, it took an effort for him to push inside me and his erection filled me to an aching fullness when he had at last sunk fully inside me. My kegel muscles seized his rigid flesh in a choke hold, clenching and unclenching in pleasure.

As much as I was enjoying decadent sex without the guilt of appearing eager, I was almost sorry that I could do nothing more than receive. I desperately wanted to move with him, against him, to have some control of the speed of his rhythm, the depth of his penetration. I tilted my hips up the best I could, urging him to take me hard, to give me all he had. As if he sensed my eagerness, he thrust hard and deep, so deep I thought I’d die … and all I could think was that I wanted more.

I soon realized I had only thought I had reached the best climax of my life. This time when I reached the breaking point it was so hard I would’ve screamed when I climaxed, the pleasure was so intense, but my mouth was full of cock. Instead, I groaned, closing my mouth around it, sucking hard as rapture seemed to consume me. I felt his cock jerk, and his juices streamed down my throat as Nick climaxed with me.

A moment later, as I was drifting down, I heard Jerico cry out. His hips slammed against me, lifting my hips upward, then he slumped over my back, breathing heavily against my ear.

Spent, I concentrated on trying to catch my breath.

My breathing had not even begun to return to normal when the men once more changed positions.

Again, I was bathed and dried. Again, the men took up their positions around me.

If I had had the energy, I think I would have protested. If anyone had asked me, I would have said that I was incapable of enjoying any further sexual encounters—for the moment anyway.

They didn’t ask. They simply began to work on me again. To my surprise, and at least a little dismay, my body responded as if I had had no sex in years and was desperately needy.

I found that I had become more sensitive, more accessible, not less so. My pleasure increased, intensified, grew more rapidly … but it took longer to reach my peak. The third climax was more powerful than the one before. It left me weak and shaking, barely aware of my surroundings.

I had more than half dreaded the moment when Rance would take his place behind me. Of the four men, he possessed the largest cock and it looked far too large for a woman my size.

When I looked up and saw that Jerico was standing before me, I knew the time had come.

Despite my exhaustion, I tensed with dread, felt my body’s juices dry from it.

That was not allowed. They seemed determined that I must enjoy each encounter as much as they did.

My breasts were suckled until I again felt my sex grow moist. Rance placed his mouth over my sex, teasing my clit with his tongue, suckling it, forcing it to react to the pleasure he evoked. I took Jerico’s cock into my mouth, trying to concentrate on the pleasure, which was not as difficult as it should have been when I had been so thoroughly satisfied by the three men who had already fucked me nearly senseless.

I felt my body stretched to its limits as Rance pushed the swollen head of his cock into my body, penetrating me slowly, carefully. My muscles resisted. He pulled a little way out and then pushed again, over and over, each time easing a little deeper until finally he managed to sink himself deeply inside me. I held my breath as he began to move a little faster, pumping into me over and over. The force of his thrust lifted my hips. My belly ached with the building tension.

When I came, I lost consciousness.

I woke briefly to the discovery that I was in a huge tub. All four men had joined me. They were bathing me.

Thoroughly exhausted, I drifted off again.

When I woke again, I found that I was lying on a bed, on top of satin sheets. I was completely naked. I was tied spread eagle.

The bed dipped. It took an effort to lift my head. Rance was at the foot. He studied me a long moment, then dipped his head. I groaned when I felt his mouth cover my sex, partly in despair, partly in pleasure.

Try though I might to resist, the first touch of his mouth sent pleasure through me. He suckled the tight nub, teased it with his tongue, suckled again. The muscles in my belly clenched. Pleasure rolled through me, consumed me with fire. I moaned, feeling my body awaken to his practiced skills.

In a matter of moments, I felt my body racing toward fulfillment. He sensed I was nearing climax and rose, thrusting inside of me, slipping relatively easily through my body’s juices. I cried out anyway as he filled me, driving deeply, lifting my hips from the bed. It was torture. It was the most intense pleasure I’d ever known. I tipped my hips up to receive him, welcoming the pain/pleasure each thrust yielded inside me. Again and again, he thrust inside me, finally leaning forward, biting my nipple gently. A mixture of pain and pleasure shot through me at that and I came explosively. He began to pump inside me faster and faster, each thrust tormenting me with mind boggling pleasure as my climax seemed to go on and on forever. Finally, he cried out, collapsing against me as his pleasure took him over the edge.

I slept briefly, and woke to find Nick had joined me. Again, against my will, I found my body responding to his touch, again pleasure rocketed through me as he took me.

I was barely conscious when Jerico, the last of the four, came to me again. Despite that, he made my body obey him, wrung weak cries of pleasure from me as he took pleasure from me.

When I woke again, I realized that I had no idea of how long I had been in the dungeon. I couldn’t recall how many times I had pleasured the dungeon master and his minions.

I knew, though, that I had slept from exhaustion and that I had probably slept for quite a while. It took an effort to move. I realized, however, that my arms and wrists were free. With an effort, I sat upright and looked around. The room was empty. On a table beside the bed was food. A chamber pot was nearby and beyond that a tub of water.

I realized I was starving. I wolfed the food down so fast I nearly choked twice. After the second time, I forced myself to eat more slowly, eyeing the chamber pot with extreme distaste all the while.

When I had finished, I rose. It was then that I discovered why the facilities had been left for me. A collar had been placed around my neck and it was chained to the wall.

Reluctantly, I used what had been provided. I wasn’t particularly tempted by the bath, but decided to take advantage of it anyway. I was sticky from hours of sex. The water was tepid, but I bathed, discovering with little surprise that my sex was extremely tender, almost bruised.

I dried and since I found I couldn’t go anywhere, lay down on the bed again. I was naked. Even the leather corset had been removed. Pulling the coverlet over me, I drifted to sleep again.

I lost all sense of time, but I knew that I slept many hours. When I woke again, they came to me, one by one, took pleasure, gave pleasure. I knew days passed. I began to realize that, exhausted as I was, I welcomed them. Each one was different, made love differently, pleased me in a different way. And they did make love to me. It was more than just a gang bang, nothing like rape, regardless of the manacles.

They never took pleasure without giving it. They kissed me, lavished me with care, gave me more pleasure at times than I thought I could bear.

When they ceased to come, I missed them. Exhausted as I was, I worried that they had deserted me.

Finally, I slept.

I don’t know if I had been drugged, or if I had merely been fucked to such a point of exhaustion that I slept so deeply nothing roused me, but when I woke again, I found that I was once more in the dungeon.

As before, I had been strapped to the bench. I gripped the bar my hands had been bound to, trying to struggle as I realized my ankles were being bound once more. I heard a whizzing sound, felt the sting of the whip against my bare buttocks.

“Be still, slave.”

I struggled anyway. I was certain I could not endure another round of sex ... not so soon, not like the first time. My body had spasmed with pleasure over and over until every muscle ached as if I’d run a marathon.