Another round for Bitch - Sex Stories

Another round for Bitch

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle. Dana opened her eyes groggily. At least, she thought she did. She blinked, but still could not see anything. As awareness creeped back, she realized she was wearing a hood that covered most of her head, leaving only her mouth and nose uncovered. She could feel that it extended down to wrap around her neck as well. Then she felt that the hood was the only covering she was wearing. She could feel cold metal around each wrist and ankle, keeping her spread eagle on whatever hard, smooth surface she lay on. Her back and ass were cold from the concrete. Concrete. She was on a floor. She was naked, chained spread eagle on a floor. This scared her at first, then the fear edged toward excitement. She didn’t hear anyone else around. She pulled on one of the handcuffs on her wrists. Handcuffs. Another piece of the puzzle. All of the restraints felt like police issued cuffs. The echoes that the cuffs made in the room as they rattled against whatever they were secured to were familiar. Like a locker room. That was it. She was in a locker room. But where? Which locker room? How did she get here? And why was she here? She could hear voices now. They were faint, but getting closer. They sounded familiar, too. She could hear them enter the locker room, then round the corner into the aisle ...

... she was sprawled in. She knew exactly when they noticed her. “What the fuck?” one male said. “Dude! Who is she?” another voice piped in. A chorus of male voices started to chatter excitedly. Dana stayed quiet, not sure what else she could do. What she did know was that she was on display for all of them. As that fact started to sink in, she could feel the heat start to build in her pussy. She was helpless to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to her. A few days ago- at least she thought it was a few days- that would have terrified her. After meeting Gail and being used at the camp, her attitude had changed. She remembered leaving the camp with Andy, still naked and wearing the dog collar he’d brought for her. She remembered getting home and walking brazenly across the yard with Barker. That’s where everything went fuzzy, though. She stiffened, feeling a hand on her ankle. “Yeah. These are real. Anyone got a key?” Another chorus, all saying some variation of “no”. Then she heard the words that she had both hoped and feared. “Dude. She’s not going anywhere. Let’s fuck the shit of her before someone else finds her.” The suggestion was met by silence at first, then all she could hear was cloth rustling as the guys stripped, discussing who was going to do what first where. She could sense them moving around, feel the occasional touch as the positioned themselves. She felt hands grasp her arms and legs, lifting her so one could slide under her. She felt his hard cock rubbing ...