The following was written at the request of the slut it features. It is a fantasy...at the moment.
There's a club just south of King's Lynn, the Annex is its name. Not the largest, not the most central, not the oldest. It's run by Mistress VJ who is a most hospitable host, firm but fair. The clientele are all lovely people too. It's tucked out of sight and out of the way down a discrete turning that could lead anywhere. It does not have the reputation or fame that some of the larger clubs do, but the clientele are loyal and keep coming back.
King's Lynn is a long way from Manchester, however you do the journey you won't get much change out of three and a half hours each way. So why would Joan Kane, gangbang queen and confirmed slut, choose to make the trip all that way to the Annex?
The Fucking Wall, that's why. Joan had got talking online to an assertive man from that part of the world. Something about him held her attention; he was patient, stood no nonsense, aroused her curiosity and then got inside her head, dammit. He did that without them ever meeting or speaking; He had skills. He found out what she liked, craved and needed. He knew her back story and understood what made her go weak at the knees; her cunt drip and her mind descend into animal lust. This man had told Joan about the fucking wall at the Annex.
The wall is a bit like a gloryhole but much better. Gloryholes are just big enough for a cock or a hand to go through, there's limited choices and chances to play to go with the anonymity they bring. A big part of the thrill is not knowing who is on the other side. A fucking wall has holes just big enough for the legs and bum to stick out of, with a curtain that covers the hole so you still get the anonymity but you also get a lot more access. Joan could see the pictures of it on the Annex website and Fab profile. There were only two of them but they set her mind and pulse racing, not to mention making her so damp she had to use three fingers to temporarily satisfy the libidinous thoughts making her very, very wet.
The wall had two holes, one in which the woman leant forwards through the wall, head first, feet on the floor but legs spread wide so that she could be taken from behind. The other side had a couch round the back on which the woman lay, wriggling down to put her legs and bum through. Her ankles were strapped into cuffs either side of the hole and just above it, leaving her own holes available at just the right height to be freely taken. The curtain was then arranged over her torso to block the remaining gap and heighten the sense of not knowing who, or when until she felt a touch on her bare flesh.
Joan loved the idea of the couch and the leg restraints. She would be utterly helpless, no control over her fate and use. Anyone could use either hole and she couldn't even tell if they had used a condom. Secretly she hoped they wouldn't because the feeling of cum dripping out made her own orgasms even more intense. A fantasy began to for in her mind, imagining the wall and desperately wanting to be put in it, abused and taken by all-comers. She closed her eyes and began to see the images...
She reached out to this mysterious yet compelling man who knew how to push her buttons and want to do things she had only dreamed of until now. He had already made her a slut card, better and more powerful than any she had ever seen. It scared and excited her at the same time, yet she had to have it published, had even put it on Temporarily Exposed herself. She would make a bargain with this man, as long as her would take her to the Annex. Three days of her time, no limits, as long as that included being made to use the fucking wall that she just couldn't get out of her mind. The deal was done.
The planning was meticulous and left nothing to chance, she would get the train to where he lived; he would pick her up and take her back to his where the experience would begin. He had sent her pictures of his fucking machines and sex swing, of rope harnesses and other things that opened her mind to new possibilities of being used and made to give pleasure. Her mind whirled in excitement and anticipation of having to open herself up, taking her own orgasms from the thought of that loss of control and the hint of danger that came with it.
He had been publicising her visit in advance, making sure as many people as possible knew that Joan Kane the slut would be available for use. The man had even said which train she was catching from Manchester in case any of the readers would be on the same train. She was under instructions to fuck anyone who approached her, and it wouldn't be her first time fucking a stranger on a train.
On the day of the Greedy Girls party at the Annex she prepared herself with great care. She made herself ready for her new Master, for such had the man become with his deft touch, amazing ability to bring her to heights of pleasure she hadn't known existed in ways she had never imagined and his way of manipulating her mind - how did he do that ? He owned her now, and she was glad to have someone mentally strong, not like her pathetic cuck of husband. Master insisted on checking that she had shaved properly, not even a hint of hair left down below, and that she had douched thoroughly. He fed her well to make sure she had the strength and stamina for what lay ahead.
Last of all she dressed herself, ready for the club. First came the black seamed Cuban heeled stockings and suspender belt, then the black PVC basque that accentuated her curves so well. Her master laced it up at the back, feeling closely for unwanted folds in the PVC, touching her intimately in those places he had found that just made her tremble in anticipation. Next came a tiny thong, hardly a scrap of material, and lastly her 5 inch heels, which made her totter and unsteady but set her legs off to perfection and made her feel so goddam slutty; a proper whore.
In the car on the way there she was on tenterhooks. Now she understood why Master insisted on the thong, because she was as wet as she had ever been and it was a very nice car with posh seats. Her heart was pounding, the adrenaline pumping and her imagination was in overdrive. They had set out early. Joan had been communicating with Mistress VJ. They were to get there a few minutes early so that they could talk and check that Joan really wanted to do this, then strap her into the wall, ready for the first men to arrive. Before she knew it, the journey was over. Showtime !
After a few brief words she was in the club and had her first sight of the wall. It brought on a veritable flow of moisture from between her legs. Master had to remind her to go to the toilet now while she had the chance, because it could be some time before she was free to do so again. She hurried off to do so as fast as her high heels allowed and then made her way to the wall. She was lead around the back and shown the couch. It looked comfortable and well broken in from plenty of previous use.
She climbed up and spun herself round so her legs pointed towards the hole. Remembering the thong she went to take off but her master instructed her to leave it on. Joan used her arms and bottom to slide down towards the hole, her legs going through into the public side. Master went round and took her ankles, helping and supporting. One at a time, he strapped them into the cuffs. Now she couldn’t move, felt incredibly vulnerable and very turned on. The slightest touch and she would orgasm instantly, hoping he would give it but he deliberately denied her this pleasure. Master returned to her side, a strange glint in his eye. Before she knew it he had cuffed her wrists to the legs of the couch. Now she couldn't move or escape; she truly was powerless and totally at his mercy. It didn't end there, from his pocket he produced a ball gag and a blindfold - when had he put those in there? Damn he was good. Not only couldn't she move, she was unable to see or cry out either.
A few moments later she started hearing voices, people were arriving and exchanging greetings, getting dressed or undressed as took their fancy. Not long now she thought. The volume went up as more people arrived but nobody had yet touched her, why not? Her frustration started to mount, but she couldn't cry out to ask or draw attention to herself. All she could do was wriggle.
Finally she heard her master’s voice. "Gentlemen, thank you all for coming. We all know why we're here and now that there's enough of you I declare this slut open for use, and make sure you use her well!" Joan felt something metallic touch her thigh and then a 'snip' noise and suddenly she couldn't feel the thong any more. What on earth...? Then the penny dropped; Master had just cut it off like a ceremonial ribbon, as if he was opening a road or a public library. She really was his to do with as he liked. At that point she was lost as the first hands touched her legs, began feeling their way up towards her open holes.
After that it became a blur of pleasure. A finger, more fingers, a fist, tongues and cocks in her cunt and arse. Cocks ramming in and out, some small some medium and a couple that were Oh My God. Hands gripping her thighs and ankles for extra leverage as the cocks were rammed home. She loved the feeling of ball sacks slapping on her arse, letting her know she was taking the full length. Always she felt the cock grow just that little big bigger before it exploded in her. Occasionally she could feel a wetness after they pulled out when the condom had been 'forgotten' against club rules. She tried to keep count but it was hopeless. She had lost count at about 20, her mind totally given over to the combination of shame and pleasure. Was it 20 men once? 10 twice? some other combination? Was her Master just watching or was he one of them? It was impossible to tell and that took it to a whole new level.
Then she felt something different. Something cold and pliable was being inserted into her well-used pussy and began to thrust in and out. Was someone using a dildo on her? Then she felt a soft, feminine touch on her thighs, taking a hold and a woman’s voice - it wasn't a dildo it was a strap-on! She was being fucked by a woman, something she had never experienced or even considered because she thought of herself as straight. The abuse was now total. She was unable to cry out no! and she felt so dirty and used in a new way. That realization tipped her over the edge into a massive earthquake of an orgasm, so strong she saw colours that nobody else knew existed. After that she remembered very little of detail until she felt the blindfold coming off and the gag being removed.
Master said "It's been almost 3 hours and every man here has had you. Some have already gone because they're spent their lot and can't get it up again. It's time you had a break and let someone else use the wall. " He undid the cuffs on her wrists and went round to do the same for her ankles. Suddenly her legs felt so heavy. She might have been lying down but she had worked hard, pushing back, fighting against the cuffs and coming countless times. She was all-in. It was only 11pm but there was no more in the tank. She needed a drink, a sit down and before anything else to clean herself us. There was sweat all over her body, and cum smeared all over her legs and orifices. Some was dribbling out as she tried to stand, her legs wobbly on her heels. Reaching out to take Masters arm she knew this was how it was going to be from now on - needing his support and direction in her journey of discovery.
She also remembered that her deal with him still had 24 hours to run, and he had arranged another session for her late morning tomorrow. Invitations had been sent, more cocks were coming to his house. She was going to be in the sex swing instead of a fucking wall but she would be used yet again - and she couldn't wait. After a sit down, a quick shower, thanks from some of the men with more manners and a restorative drink it was time to go, but not before promising to come back for more.
Master produced a towel from the boot of the car. He put it on the passenger seat and then helped her in. She was drained, exhausted and full but very, very happy. The endorphin high was a very special feeling, a mixture of the physical stimulation and the realization of her fantasy of being exposed and used in public. Joan Kane - slut, gangbang queen and very well used by goodness only knows who, or how many. As the car headed back to her Masters house she drifted into a deep sleep asking herself "how soon before I can do all that again ?". |
That could be good fun to do. I really enjoyed writing this one and hope it isn't a fantasy much longer.
