Nite of fun

All questions left her mind and the feeling of helplessness took over. Hannah was standing in the middle of a cold concrete basement room with her ankles shackled to the floor and spread wide by a bar at the ankles and another at the knees. Her wrists were cuffed in leather and her arms bound together with soft leather straps behind her back. A rope attached to the wrists led, via a series of pulleys, to the weight she just released. One of the pulleys only allowed to weight to fall at a safe and slow speed. Hannah felt the heavy weight slowly pull her bound arms upwards, forcing her to bend over in place. As she did, the rope tied to her head harness started to pull her head back until she was completely bent over with her head held up as her chest was forced down in a delicious arch. The pull of the rope attached to the hood caused the thick cock gag in her mouth to press in harder now forcing her tongue down and her mouth completely full. Tho looking straight ahead, she saw only darkness as the hood's eye patches completely blocked all light from the well lit basement.

As the weight hit the floor with a quiet thud, a switch was tripped and a small electric motor began to tighten the twine that led to her nipples. The clover clamps attached began to bite and pull until all of the slack was taken up by the motor. The tight corset pressed hard against her midsection causing her breasts to bulge, spilling out of the ribbed cotton. The clamps greedily pulled her breasts by the nipples forwards until the twine was at a forty-five degree angle. Her back arched hard against in response to the lifted position of her arms, and her hips were turned exposing her sex completely. Buried deep within her ass, the three inch wide plug felt as if it could be in danger of coming out, the large flared edge inside her pressing hard against the inside of her sphincter. However, the leather harness forced it to stay in this position. Pressed hard against her swollen clit was a bullet vibrator inside a jelly toy with little ticklers that would stimulate the sensitive skin around her clit. Finally, a metal box bolted to a hinged platform pointed a long steel pole towards her. At the end, a huge black cock buried its self deep inside her. The metal box was actually a thrusting mechanism that, in a few minutes, would begin to fuck her. Lisa had positioned the cock inside her so deep that while she was standing she felt it pressing against her cervix. Bent over in this position, she felt more open than she did standing up and felt the cock slide a bit deeper inside as her back arched into position. Silently, Hannah tried to prepare herself for the machine to begin fucking her. It was the largest object she had ever tried, but after a few nights of experimentation in bed, she felt she could handle it.

The discomfort started to set in: a dull throb in her legs, a hot burning in her nipples, a stretched feeling in her neck. Right on time, the noise-canceling headphones in her ears clicked on and began to block out all ambient noise. She now couldn't hear the tapping of the heels on the thigh high leather boots as she repositioned her feet or the quiet whoosh of the cars on the street outside. At a low volume, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata began to play in her ears. As she moaned, the headphones acted like earplugs, amplifying the sound of her voice in her head. She had meant for the music to help calm her into submission to the bondage she was in, but the sound of her own moans caused her to become impatient, her pussy uncontrollably gripping the large cock inside her. Anxiety began to creep in and as began to breath in little gasps around her gag, drool escaping and dripping onto the floor. Instinctively she began to struggle against the bonds, now terrified as to what the machine might do to her with such a large cock in this position. Her anus gripped the plug tightly by the one inch narrow neck, forcing the thick three inch flange deeper inside her. A quiet sob escaped her lips around the cock gag, amplified in her head with the absolute silence the headphones created. She began to pull at her legs, trying desperately to move her abdomen away from the big cock that was resting so deeply inside her, but the tight harness that was holding her anal plug and clit vibe was fastened to the walls left and right of her with heavy chains that restricted almost all movement. The machine, her lover for the night, was on a hinged platform that could move up and down easily keeping the huge cock inside her regardless of how she squirmed. After many attempts and a lot of practice, Lisa was finally completely helpless in her own bonds.

Thoughts began to race through her head about the people watching on the other side of the three webcams recording her struggle. The hood made identifying her difficult, but was it difficult enough? The quiet piano music forced into her ears started to unnerve her and tears started to form in her eyes under the hood. Her pussy gripped tighter, making the cock feel enormous now. Even though she had practiced many times with the machine and the cock, she now wondered what she was thinking going this deep. Without drama, the computer recording her struggle and feeding her dozen or so anonymous viewers turned on the vibrator against her clit. She gasped as the tightness of the harness was pressing the bullet almost painfully hard against her clit. As it vibrated, she knew that sometime soon the machine would start fucking her pussy, but as for the duration of the fucking or how hard it would fuck her was completely random. All she knew was in this position, it would dive in at least another inch before it stopped. She felt the bullet vibe changing intensity in a maddening pattern that ranged from slow and hard to an exquisite buzz. This was a random selection of behavior from the computer. As the vibrator did its work on her sensitive clit, her anxiety was being slowly washed away with the burning desire to cum, heightened further by the burning pain in her nipples. Soon, her ears were filled with the sound of her soft moans rather than sobs.

After two maddening minutes her pussy was so wet around the cock that her juices started to leak down her legs. The webcam positioned to capture her pussy watched as the bullet vibe tortured her clit by not allowing her to cum. Hannah was starting to get desperate and confused as to why the big black cock wasn't fucking her pussy. The vibrator continued its work without mercy until Lisa was so burning with the need to be fucked, she began to rock herself forwards and backwards against the huge cock. This worked about as well as her previous attempts to get away from the cock, but even the slightest motion was causing waves of satisfaction. Her moans were starting to get much louder. A special treat for the audience who could hear her everything thanks to the expensive studio mic positioned near her head. After a few more burning minutes trying to fuck her cock, Hannah noticed that the first movement of the sonata was drawing to a close.

Now Hannah knew something was wrong. Six minutes was far too long for the computer to wait to turn on the machine, but right now she was having a hard time caring why. Her whole body was now on fire from the vibe teasing her with the constantly changing vibrations. Hannah needed to cum now more than she had felt in a long time. The cameras, the clamps, and the fear of such a large cock all were driving her crazy as her inhibitions melted away bucking against her bonds trying to fuck the huge phallus.

As the sonata finally drew to a close, suddenly Hannah heard a woman's voice in her head.

“Hello, Hannah.”

Hannah froze stiff. She knew the voice, and it was one of the last ones she ever wanted to hear while in her wanton and exposed state. It was Tiffany, her backup release person who would free her if everything failed. Hannah was now frozen in place, paralyzed, but still reeling in her lustful haze. The vibrator continued its work, oblivious to her dilemma.

“I always wondered why you asked me to come over so much seeing as how we don't really get along that well, and I always wondered why you seemed almost high every time I did. You know Hannah, I was convinced you were some kind of d**g addict who got lonely when you were high. So, I decided to come have a peek a few weeks ago, and now I know. I know how much you love your self-bondage and after some research, and watching a few of your shows online, I see that you've gone to great lengths to insure you have no idea how long you might be in these positions. So, because I'm such a good friend, I decided to alter your schedule in here a bit.”

Tiffany's silky voice invaded Hannah's ears like they were being ****d. The words “good friend” were bathed in so much sarcasm Hannah felt a twinge of anger behind all of her fear. Hannah had never given control up to another person let alone someone as mean as Tiffany. Hannah's mind now raced, she wrote the limits in the program, so even though she didn't know how long she would be in the position, she always knew it wouldn't be longer than one hour.

“Also, I invited some of my friends to watch rather than your usual group of anonymous people. They don't know you of course, but I do, and I'm watching you too.”

Hannah's pussy now gripped the black cock even tighter. Tiffany was her backup release, but not a trusted friend. Hannah had chosen Tiffany because she knew Tiffany would release her and make fun of her for being foolish, perhaps even ridicule her, but never expose her to the public. Tiffany would have too much fun holding it over her head to go public. Tiffany was then the perfect backup release because the fear and shame of Tiffany finding her was immense. And now, not only had happened anyway, the bitch found a way to shame Hannah without exposing her identity.

“So I hope you enjoy this fucking. To help you, I made a little solo recording myself... So you would have something to listen to. I moaned as loud and as sexy as I could... Thinking about that huge black cock pounding you from behind... I wanted you to have to hear me cumming as hard I can on my cock at home... While you are fucked as hard as this machine will go. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.” Tiffany let out a little giggle and with a click Hannah was alone in her head again.

The cock buried in her pussy felt larger than ever as fear gripped her. The vibrator kept buzzing her tortured and swollen clit driving her insane. She struggled against her bonds with genuine terror now. Hannah had never even turned the machine up that high. It was possible that the program would randomly select maximum, but it was very unlikely.

Suddenly she heard a noise. Was she alone? There was a rustle, then a faint buzzing. She listened intently, wondering what else could go wrong. Listening intently, she heard breathing and moans. This was Tiffany's gift. She had done the volume of her recording so it was much louder and much more realistic in her head than the piano music. After a few minutes of listening to Tiffany warm up with a vibrator, there was a pause, and some rustling. After a few liquid squishing sounds, Tiffany started moaning louder in the recording.

Without warning, the cock quickly withdrew from Hannah's pussy until it felt like only the head was past her lips. Hannah gasped, her juices flowing down her thighs now. After a few moments, the cock slowly started to re-enter her pussy. Hannah squirmed and moaned against it trying desperately to get away. The pain in her nipples flared now as the clamps were biting harder as her breasts shook and pulled at their bonds. Relentless, the cock kept driving inside her, slow and steady, filling her completely. Eventually, it started pressing against the wall inside her, and Hannah's eyes started to widen under her blindfold as it kept on pushing.

“Mmmmm!!!”, she screamed around the cock gag buried in her mouth, but the dildo kept pushing against her, so hard now that it was pushing her body forwards in her harness. Hannah began to clench her teeth as suddenly she felt as if something inside shifted and the cock suddenly popped and dove in deeper, painfully filling her more than she had thought possible. Once the cock was as deep as it could go, Hannah felt her body stretching against the harness forward as hard as her thighs could push. The wide part of the three inch plug in her ass now pulling hard against her sphincter. The cock stayed motionless now, painfully filling Hannah to the brink of sobbing. Had Tiffany lied about putting it on maximum to scare her? With a snap, the motors attached to her nipple clamps kicked in again, pulling out all the slack on the twine and the clamps bit down even harder on her nipples. Hannah to let out a squeak of pain.

The moans in her ears were now clear and loud. Tiffany wasn't k**ding about going all out for her pleasure. “Oh god... Oh God!!!... Mmmmmmmmm”. Hannah could tell Tiffany was holding herself close to orgasm for as long as possible. Her moans and screaming were very real. After a few minutes more of struggling against being impaled by the huge cock, Hannah discovered that by listening to Tiffany's moans, she could distract herself enough to calm down. “Mmmm MMMMmmm!!! Oh God NnnnnnnNNNNN yesss... MMMMMMMM” filled Hannah's ears. Eventually, her pussy's resistance against the huge cock inside her seemed to wane and she somehow convinced her anxious twitching muscles to allow the invader to settle in deep within her. As her relaxation technique began to calm the sensations in her filled pussy, she felt the plug in her ass slowly start to slip out as her anal muscles relaxed as well. She was pressed so deep in the harness that it was starting to pull the plug halfway out of her ass. Hannah closed her eyes and tried to focus on Tiffany's passionate moans as the thick part of the plug slowly stretched her abused anus as it stretched her to the brink.

After a few more minutes of Tiffany's impassioned screams working on her consciousness, her pussy finally began to accept the cock fully, and enjoy such the enlarged head being so deep inside her. Her pussy relented and began to rhythmically squeeze the cock pleasurably, all while twitching in spasms due to the ongoing torture of the vibrator. She wondered what toys Tiffany was using on herself to be so moaning so loudly. She said she had a cock, but Hannah could clearly hear vibrating as well. She wondered if Tiffany liked bondage or pain. Listening so closely to Tiffany's moans had put Hannah in a trance like state where eventually all she could feel was the vibrator rubbing her clit, her stretched ass, and pussy uncontrollably clenching on their invaders. The burning pain from her nipples enhanced these erotic sensations as the even tighter twine caused the clamps to bite down them without mercy. After another ten minutes, the last of Hannah's anxiety melted away as became lost in Tiffany's delicious moans.

Tiffany's voice began to change as she became unable to hold herself on the brink of cumming any longer. “Oh God yes, fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes!”. With this, Hannah felt the cock inside her begin to move again, slowly pulling its self out of her. Hannah moaned loudly as she felt the texture on it slither past her lips. Suddenly, when about halfway out, it rammed hard back inside her as deep as before. Hannah let out a screaming moan as her pussy gripped the cock inside her. Her anus was now gripping tightly the plug devouring the three inch flange again. The cock began to pull out again and again rammed back inside her. All of the tension was back, her pussy gripped the cock until she could feel every contour and engraved vein. Her breasts bounced against the force and the pain in her nipples caused her to scream in agony. Tiffany's rhythmic moans filled her ears with her own as the cock started to pound Hannah's pussy in a slow rough fucking. Hannah's pussy began quivering uncontrollably, and after only a few more powerful thrusts, Hannah finally came screaming into the mic, her juices squirting down her boots and on the hard concrete floor. Hannah's body began to shudder as the cock continued to pound her by slowly withdrawing and then forcefully ramming back as deep as possible.

Hannah felt another sudden orgasm building on top of the previous one and it hit her body like a rushing tidal wave. A tingling sensation covered her entire skin and Hannah was starting to see stars now in the darkness as her pussy quivered against her attacker. Uncontrollably, Hannah screamed again around the cock deep in her mouth as her pussy gripped the cock hard and came yet again. Hannah tried desperately to take some deep breaths but the corset prevented anything other than shallow gasps. In her ears, she could hear Tiffany was fucking her cock ferociously, yet somehow still holding herself on the brink. Her screams and moans for release filled Hannah's ears. After another dozen hard rams into Hannah's abused cunt, Tiffany's voice began to get higher and higher. In response, the ramming in Hannah's pussy became even harder and faster than before. But somehow Tiffany was holding herself back, taunting Hannah over the headphone.

“MMMm.... Noo.. Not done! It's gonna fuck you so hard!!! I need to cum so bad Lisa!! MMMMmmm but I'm gonna Ooooo make it FUCK YOU!! AAAAaA!! Need to CUM ON THIS FUCKING COCK!!!”

The black phallus continued to pound Hannah's pussy relentlessly, now in a solid and constant rhythm. Hannah felt her pussy walls grip the cock as hard as they could as another orgasm built inside her like an explosion. Hannah wasn't sure if she could take much more as, Tiffany started screaming “I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm... FUCK YES AAAHHH!!”. As the screams of Tiffany's cumming filled her ears, Hannah came again on the huge cock screaming as hard as she could with each shallow breath.

Finally, the machine started to slow down it's blurring speed but continued fucking her abused cunt. Hannah was exhausted and shaking uncontrollably. Once it slowed to a crawl, Tiffany had seen fit to give Hannah a dozen or so more slow and hard rams. Tired as she was, these final thrusts still made her moan loudly and buck against her attacker. Hannah felt like a wanton cunt, completely humiliated. Once it stopped completely, all that was left in her ears was Tiffany gasping for air saying “fucking yes.. mmmm...”.

Once the recording finally stopped, Hannah stood shivering in the middle of the room, completely spent and entirely oblivious to the people Tiffany had invited to watch her. This was more intense than any self-bondage she had ever done before, and there would be time to worry about Tiffany's plans and friends later. For now, she enjoyed the afterglow of being completely helpless and fully used. Hannah's drool now flowed freely from her cock gag to the floor. Her juices now cold on the inside of her thighs, glistened in the lighting.

As Hannah began to recover, she felt the plug in her ass was comfortably deep inside her again, probably pulled in as she came over and over. The cock was now half in, half out of her, resting. Tiffany must have programmed for the motors to release the tension on her nipple clamps as they now hung freely below her. The only discomfort came from her bonds now. Her shoulders ached from being lifted up and her thighs were shaking. Hannah wondered how long her bonds would last now that Tiffany's program was done fucking her brains out with her own devices. But this is how Hannah likes feeling: used and left to suffer in bondage. Tiffany's plan couldn't ruin her mood. Standing in the middle of the cold basement, her abused pussy and ass on display to strangers, her muscles screaming for release. Here she could only focus on the pain and helplessness.

After another twenty minutes of discomfort, the rope holding her arms up began to release. She took it slowly, feeling the muscles in her shoulders scream at being allowed to move. Slowly, she stood upright, feeling the big cock slide around in her abused cunt. Now that the rope was slack, her wrists were free. Bending her hands upwards, she grasped the knots that held together the straps which held her arms together. After a few minutes of pulling at the knots, she was able to free her arms from the spider web of leather straps. After a few stretches and moans, she slowly grasped the left nipple clamp. Shivering, Hannah breathed out all the air in her lungs and pinched the body of the clamp releasing it. She gasped and screamed into her hood, half in agony and half enjoying the last bits punishment. She repeated the same ritual for the right nipple clamp as the webcams silently watched. Next, she bent over to release the spreader bars on her knees and feet, and unshackle her ankles from the floor. She then slowly removed the rest of the cock from her pussy and gently lowered the steel pole.

Still hooded, she knew that the computer was straight and left of where she was on display. The first order of business was to stop the transmission of the webcams before she lost her anonymity. She walked carefully over to the computer, felt behind it and flipped the power switch. Finally, Hannah could take off her hood, blindfold, and wireless headphones. After the short thick cock was removed from her mouth, she stretched her jaw and blinked as her eyes got used to the bright room. The room was lit very brightly by studio quality lights so that the cameras could pick up every detail. Even though this was not a normal session in her self-bondage, she looked around the empty room with satisfaction that she had pulled off such an intense session.

Reaching behind her, Hannah released the knot that was holding her corset against her flesh and released her torso from it's constriction. Thin red lines were burned into her skin where the ribs of the corset had constricted her. Finally, she sat down at the computer desk to remove the thigh high boots. She felt the large plug in her ass dive deeper inside as she sat on it, filling her up until it was poking her inside. After the boots were off, she stood up again and admired her used body in the mirror. Her nipples were a strong red color and the lines across her midsection look like a tiger's stripes. Her thighs had a distinct red ring where the boots clasped them tightly and above the ring the remains of her dry juices were clear on her skin. In the circular hole that exposed her sex, Hannah's pussy lips were almost purple from the beating they took from the fucking machine. She fingered herself cautiously to see if she was hurt, but it seemed that she was only sore and tender.

Hannah reached for her robe on the hook from the wall and after putting it on, tightened the soft belt around her waist. The harness and plug would remain with her another twenty-four hours, to keep the feeling going as long as possible. Standing in the doorway to her basement studio, Hannah took one more look at the mess she had made and flicked off the light. She always cleaned up in the morning.

On her way up the stairs she decided to make a nice up of tea before going to bed. She flicked on the lights to the kitchen and saw the kettle was already on the stove steaming and a teacup with a bag sitting on the counter next to it. A faint and sinister giggling drifted in from the living room.