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The next thing she felt was the sting of the small whip striking her now unprotected back. She gritted her teeth to endure the pain. As a second and a third blow landed she kept her composure, wanting to stubbornly not give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt. By the fourth one she grunted and tried to move, though her range of movement was far too limited to actually escape. He came back into view, once again holding the gag. Sophia looked at him and shook her head.
More blows came, moving ever slightly down from her back to her ass. The sting was greater for sure but Sophia wasn't sure it was on the whole that much worse. She continued to grunt, ineffectively dodge and grit her teeth. He offered her the gag one more time but she refused to open her mouth.
"Hey, can we get going yet? We can continue this when we get to the camp. They warned us that if we wait too long then reinforcements come and we'd be screwed," a man in brown fur said as he leaned his elbow on Alba.
"Please Savina, just take the gag. It sounds like it really hurts," Alba said as she turned her head slightly to try to look at Sophia.
"Well well, do you two know each other?" Anton asked. as he walked around to stand on Alba's other side.
"You leave her alone, she isn't part of this," Sophia said, not sure if it was more attempt to blend to character or actual defiance that made her say so.
"Tell you what.." Anton asked as he held the blade up to the edge of Alba's dress. "You take the gag and I leave your friend alone?"
Sophia huffed loudly through her nose as she looked at Anton. Without saying a word Sophia slowly opened her mouth causing Anton to smile. He disappeared behind her and soon she felt a wooden bar slid into place. It was pulled quite far back, putting a bit of strain on the sides of her lips and depressing her tongue. She heard a faint click as a latch was closed, linking the two pieces of chain together. She tried pushing it out, but found that the wooden invader was there to stay.
****
Sophia felt a pull on her leash as the coffle began to march. She tried pulling back to resist, but the dozen or so girls ahead of her were simply too forceful that she might as well have been pulled by a tractor. They walked through the city gates, something Sophia had earlier assumed was the farthest outskirt of where they had decorated. However the empty space beyond had a small scattering of fake fir trees and a background depicting many more. They marched with small, slow steps towards the far side of the hall where one of the sets of double doors were open.
It led out toward the general hallway, but it was blocked off, allowing only a narrow tunnel between it and the exhibition hall at the other side. As soon as they stepped into the other hall Sophia felt the cool sensation of artificial snow at her feet. It was far too warm to be actual snow, but still much cooler than body temperature. She was at last thankful to be at the back, it seemed all the women ahead of her had carved out a line in the snow so that it was at least not very deep.
The trees were much taller and more numerous here, it was clear this was meant to be very far away from the town they had just been taken from. The faint smell of smoke filled the air. As everyone approached the center, Sophia could see the faint yellow light of a campfire dancing off the snow covered trees around her. She could see maybe a dozen or so square tents in three quarters of a circle around the fire but still keeping their distance from it. Closer around the fire was a ring of fallen logs, flattened out to be made into benches. The large open area they approached had three tall poles but was otherwise open. The woman came to a stop as the front most girl had her leash chain attached to the middle pole.
With the trip over, the guests in brown furs all walked over to one of the women. A man in black fur came by, starting with Sophia, and unlocked their collar from the woman in front of them. Anton spun Sophia around with a grin on his face. He bent down and grabbed her by the thighs. As he stood up, he lifted her up over his shoulder before he began to walk away.
"For someone so tall you weigh like.. nothing. You're just a little twig aren't ya?" he asked rhetorically as she slapped Sophia's bare ass.
Sophia bit down on the wood bar still stuffed in her mouth. She watched as the drool all fell out behind her. It was a little disorienting as she bounced on his shoulder, watching the ground move like that while her hands were trapped as they were. She felt him duck slightly before she could see them entre one of the tents. She felt her legs set down on something soft, presumably whatever the bed was being made to look like. He flipped her down letting her head fall onto some kind of pillow.
He straddled her and leaned over. The tent was illuminated by artificial candles that flickered yellow light off his rugged unshaved face. "Now.. have you learned your lesson yet, or do you need that gag in for a little longer?" he asked as he brushed a few stray hairs out of her mouth. Sophia simply snorted, not wanting to give him any kind of response.
He cocked half a smile and got up. He ducked over to a bag at the other side of the tent, pulling out a pair of leather thigh cuffs and a pair of chains with clasps at either end. The cuffs were a brownish tan color. They were very rudimentary with no buckle, simply a series of slots for a metal D could protrude from. He worked each cuff around Sophia's thigh just above the knee. Once they were both on, he fastened the chain to them and bent Sophia's legs up so that they could reach the bar holding her arms. The chain was rather short and Sophia was very conscious of how much it exposed her ass and pussy.
He slid his hand around Sophia's wet pussy. As he found her clit she couldn't help but grunt. All this play had gotten her very worked up. He maneuvered himself back into place and slid his dick deep into Sophia. With her legs bent like they were he felt so massive. She flipped her head from side to side, trying her damndest not to show how much she was enjoying it, which only added to the feelings she was trying to hide.
He gripped her sides and began adding force to each thrust. Driving himself deep and hard, collapsing his body weight, which was easily more than double her own, down on her with every thrust. She could see the sweat forming on his brow as she began gasping through the gag She could sense herself getting close to cumming,
He puffed between thrusts, speeding up and prompting her to try to struggle again. As she pulled one more time on her wrists she felt herself shake and rocket over the edge of orgasm. The noises she managed with her gag in her mouth were positively animalistic and it, along with the constriction as she came, was enough to send Anton over the edge soon after, filling Sophia with his hot load.
He recovered more slowly this time. Spending well over a minute simply laying on Sophia's legs with his cock still inside her as it softened. When he eventually did get up Sophia tried to plead with her eyes to lose the annoying gag, but he seemed utterly distracted.
He got up and with both hands lifted Sophia down onto the ground at the center of the tent. He took the chain that had been free to dangle from her collar and wrapped it around the central support column of the tent, looping it back around and attaching it to itself with a clip. Sophia could see that she now had almost no room to move and with her knees still pulled up she had very little position to try. She could see the column was fastened directly to the ground, and so while it might seem flimsy she was sure that it was secured quite well.
"I'll be back soon enough my little slave," he said as he stumbled toward the opening of the door.
"Meh gherhg, whert aroubt meh gharg?" Sophia tried to ask.
"Oh.. consider it an extended lesson. I mean it should only make you more cooperative if I try to use your mouth later on wouldn't you say?" he said as he turned back to look at her. "And I might be trading for some others to have a turn with you, so don't be surprise if it's not me coming back in ok?"
She tried her best to turn to see him leave but still barely saw him walk out. She instead just laid her head back and attempted to catch up on a little rest that these people had earlier cut short.
****
Sophia only got as far as closing her eyes and resting her head, but she knew that was as much rest as she would be getting with her legs still held in the unnatural way they were bound. But as she heard the tent open her eyes opened up to see a man in black furs coming to her with a bag beside him. He removed the leash from the support pole and sat Sophia up to remove her gag.
"Everything going well still? I assume you probably want some water?" he asked as he retrieved a metal flask from his bag.
"Ahh, yes to both I guess. You could have told us this is how things were going to go.. I assume you work for.."
"Sorry," he interrupted as he slowly began pouring water into her mouth. "And yes, the black furs are staff making sure the guests have what they need and don't get too carried away. We thought the ruse would get you all into the spirit more."
"Well it did.. and thanks, my mouth was really dry from that damn gag," Sophia said once the flow of water had stopped.
"But you understand, there's resisting and then there's hurting the guests. Do the first, the one really does seem to be enjoying it, and if that's what you think your character would be doing than more power to ya, just don't do the latter alright? You bit one but didn't break the skin, don't go too far down that road again ya hear?"
Sophia nodded her head as she watched the man unfasten her leg restraints. He led her out of the tent by her chain leash and she instantly saw everyone sitting around the fire almost all with one of the girls. Some sat back as heads bobbed up and down on their cocks, moaning and slurping as they did their best to satisfy them. Others were bent over, head pushed into the dirt as they were fucked from behind. One girl simply lay at their master's feet with his legs resting on her back like a footstool. The attendant handed Sophia's chain off to Anton who quickly yanked at the chain, tripping Sophia over his leg and letting her fall with a thud across his lap.
"Now you've been a very bad slave so far," he said as he leaned one hand over her back to hold her still while the other began to explore her ass. "No response then eh?" he said after a considerable stint of silent groping.
Sophia felt his hand removed from her ass but soon heard the whirl of a cane before it landed square across her ass. The pain erupted in a line of lightning, radiating through every part of her. She grunted and began to struggle, but her limited movement, awkward position and his continuing to lean weight on her back all prevented any real progress. Another blow landed, if anything harder than the one before. Sophia gritted her teeth before asking, "What do you want from me?"
"Want? My slave asks what I want her to be like? I expect you to act like a slave!" He said, emphasizing each point with another whack of the cane. "Though.." he said before his hand returned to her ass. His fingers pressed against her delicate flesh before sliding between her legs and toying with her very wet pussy. Some of it had been from previous activity, but Sophia couldn't deny that they renewed struggle in front of so many men wasn't at least a little bit of a turn on. "That's just what I thought, this little slave likes pain!" he screamed around the campfire, eliciting more than a few laughs from the other men.
"Hey, Mark, could I borrow yours for a second? I got a plan," he said as he looked over at another man who was using his slave as a footstool. Sophia looked over as best as she could and saw the man approach pulling Alba behind him. Her eyes were wide but downcast as the two approached. Anton sat Sophia up and handed her over to Mark who traded her for Alba.
"You seem to like pain, but if what you did in line is any hint, you know this girl. So, how'd she react to a little pain?" Anton asked as he picked up the cane and slowly ran it up and down Alba's ass. She looked scared, it may have been embellishment but it was real enough Sophia thought that some of the fear must have been genuine. "So, from now on, when you misbehave, instead of caning you I will cane her twice as hard and then still cane you afterwards. So what are you, a free woman or a slave?"
Sophia looked over at Alba and then back to Anton's cane. "I can be your slave," Sophia said mostly through her teeth.
Anton cocked his hand back and brought the cane down on Alba hard. She squealed and hopped before obediently moving back into place. "Well 'can be' isn't very committed, but it'll do for now." He set the cane down and looked behind him for one of the staff "Hey.. didn't we got one of those triangle things, the kind of tripod metal stock thing?"
"I'll get it right away," he said before heading off.
Sophia felt Mark's free hand began to caress her naked body. She huffed a little but there was nothing she could do to stop him, and was sure she wouldn't like what would come of putting up too much of a fight over this. His hands were rough, dry and callused. As they ran around Sophia's modest breasts they took great pleasure in playing with her nipple piercings. "Whoever put you in those studs didn't appreciate just what you had here," he whispered in her ear.
The staff member soon returned with a triangular metal contraption. Two sides were about three feet long with about a two foot width on the third side. At the corners touching the two foot base were one circular cuff on each corner. At the top corner there were two cuffs joined next to each other but each a little smaller.
Anton clipped Alba's leash to a loop at the side of the seat she was on, allowing him to grab the device and walk over to Mark and Sophia with it. "Sit her down," he said, causing Mark to push Sophia down onto the wood bench that looked to be essentially just a flattened log. "Now, don't you kick me or it's going to be a lot worse for you and for her you got me?" he said as he knelt down at Sophia's feet. Sophia looked at the two men and eventually nodded her head.
"And bring us some better piercings, some of those u shaped ones eh?" Mark called out to the staff member who had begun to wander around again.
Anton unlocked the shackles at Sophia's left leg, never letting go of the foot. He instantly moved the cuffs of the new triangle device into place. Soon the right ankle was freed as well, only to be spread two feet apart and clipped into the other opening. The cuffs were rigid metal and much taller than ankle cuffs usually were. It meant that not only could Sophia no longer move her legs independently, she could not even bend them at different angles. The whole device required her legs to stay at about 90 degrees with the rest of the frame.
Anton knelt down in front of her and began to unlock the metal yoke from around her wrists. Mark held on to one hand while Anton freed the other. With his other hand, Anton straightened Sophia's legs, making the triangular frame stand up. Together the two men pulled Sophia forward and into the pair of tall metal wrist cuffs. Only when her hands had been secured did Anton let go to remove the collar part of the yoke.
"Up we go," he said as he pushed Sophia forward. She fell forward onto her hands with her back bent over and her ass high above the rest of her. She stood like a tripod with her left leg, right leg and both arms together as the three parts keeping her up. She was now close enough to the fire to feel its warmth and hear the crackle as the wood burned.
"Impressive little setup you got there," one of the men commented as they walked over. In fact it seemed everyone Sophia could see had taken at least half in interest in the newest spectacle placed where everyone could see her. Sophia felt their lustful leers scrutinize her.
"Excuse me.." said the staffer as he cut his way to the front and knelt down in front of Sophia. He scooted under her and began to unscrew the ends of Sophia's nipple piercings, replacing the plane ends with a swiveling U shaped piece. As he began to do the same to her clit piercing, one Sophia heard someone shout "best seat in the house or what?" The men began to laugh, making Sophia lightly blush.
After the staffer disappeared, Mark immediately knelt down and placed two fishing weights off of each nipple. The pull was noticeable but not intense. Sophia was sure it would get quite painful with time, but for now, and standing still, they were not so bad. "Satisfy us well and we might think about taking those off before we call it a night," he said before batting at both sets of weights with his hands. As they swung they pulled more forcefully and sent out sparks of mild pain at the low point of each swing.
Sophia strained her neck up to look at him standing over her. There were at least two other men looking on beside him. She felt very self-conscious as it seemed everyone was waiting to see what she was about to do. She looked down at her wrists fanned out on the ground. She couldn't bend them thanks to the length of the cuffs, and there was certainly no escaping them. She looked back up at Mark, sighed to herself and opened her mouth wide.
Sophia kept her mouth open as the crowd began to catcall and as Mark began to bring out his cock. "That's right whore." "Who's a good little slut." Swallow baby." There were even mild cheers as Mark grabbed Sophia's head and shoved his cock deep down her throat.
Sophia began to suck as passionately as she could. She worked her tongue around his semi-hard shaft, playing with the tip of his uncircumcised cock. She could taste the salty precum already dripping out as he became increasingly rigid, pushing at the back of her throat. He began to release her head and she made sure to continue a rhythmic pace on her own. Alternatingly slow with a lot of tongue and faster with a lot of sucking and slurping.
She pulled her head back to look behind her as she felt hands grab her hips. Anton looked back at her from behind, pushing his finger along her wet slit.
"Hey," Mark said as he slapped her across the cheek with his cock, turning her head back to face him. "That's right slave just keep on sucking." he said right as Anton pushed his way in with two fingers.
Sophia went wide eyed as she fought to regain her concentration. Anton was not starting slow, he was going quickly right out of the gate. She began to gasp at the sensations and at the angle his fingers were taking. As she caught her breath she opened her mouth wide again and returned her attention to Mark's cock, sliding herself back and forth along its shaft. And as she moved, so did the weights hanging from her tits, adding a delightful spice of pain that only amplified her arousal.
Mark placed his hands back on Sophia's head, pushing his cock deeper in her as he grunted out an orgasm. he finally let go and stumbled away, almost out of breath. "Anton, you mind?" a voice asked as another man approached Sophia.
He must have nodded because the next thing Sophia saw was another cock dangling in front of her. She employed nearly the energy, but as the fast assault continued she simply found it hard to concentrate. She was getting very near orgasm. when she heard and felt Anton's rhythm change. He slowed down, but began to add his thumb to the equation, teasing her clit in a circular motion and making the u-shaped piercing dangle back and forth. He sped up one final time before removing his fingers altogether. It allowed her to concentrate on the man in front of her but with the source of stimulation gone she simply felt frustrated and just wanted this man away from her as quickly as possible. And she was certainly having enough already with the damn weights hanging from her tits.
