Forced by Demons: Laura - Sex Stories

Forced by Demons: Laura

... super hot girl you want to fuck but the cute one you come home to after you fuck the hot secretary. I've come to terms with who and what I am, I’m comfortable with myself mostly. Though I have resigned myself to a life alone, I don’t get looked at like these two men are looking at me and I don’t know what to do with the attention. They move so that they are standing on either side of me. I move my head quickly back and forth trying to keep my eyes on both of them at the same time which is pretty much impossible. One of them has a leather collar in his hand with chrome rings around it that he closes around my neck. It fits tightly, just to the point of cutting into my ability to breathe freely; it seems to constrict the flow of blood through my arteries making me feel light headed within moments of him wrapping it around me. The other man fastens the collar closed with a padlock which clicks home loudly in the silent room. They step back to admire me with the collar on and another sound breaks the silence of the room, the sound of zippers. I look around for a source but can only see motions in the shadows which lead my mind to crazy places. Tears well up in my eyes for the first time and I struggle hard against the ropes, the ones on my wrists cut deep into my skin. Brad walks back up to the men carrying a leash like I have for my dog at home. One of them take it from him then fastens it to the collar on my neck. He stands back holding the leash while the other man unties my ...

... legs and the rope around my torso but leaves my hands tied behind me. I am pulled to my feet and forced to turn around by the man with the lead so that I am displaying myself for the other man who is now openly rubbing up and down the crotch of his jeans which is bulging out massively. I shake my head no, this can’t be happening to me. What have I done to deserve this? At the same time though, seeing him rubbing that massive erection causes a thrill to run through me that wars with my fear and I tremble. The man with the lead pulls hard on it jerking me into motion and I’m walked around the circle of men in the shadows. All of them have enormous erections in their hands stroking them slowly while watching me as I’m forced to display myself like a prize horse. I am led back to the center of the circle. The original two men come to my side then grab my dress and pull down in a fast jerking motion that causes the thin material to rip and fall to the ground around my ankles. Blood rushes through me heating my face and chest, horror follows the rush of embarrassment as I’m treated like a piece of meat put up for sale. Warm tears trace the lines of my face as once more I’m forced to walk around the circle for display now wearing only my bra and panties. This time as I make the circle hands reach out to touch me, lingering on my bare skin, some slap at my tits making them bounce. No one hits me hard for which I’m grateful, it’s all playful slaps. Their touch is electric on my skin as ...