I hung there, my wrists cuffed behind me, drawn up far behind me, so far I was forced to bend over at the waist. The soft fur-lined cuffs bound my wrists, a rope hanging from the ceiling rafters was tied to those cuffs, holding my arms up so painfully high behind me.

My ass burned - Andrew had ass-fucked me while Jillian forced my face against her pussy, using me as a toy for her own pleasure, making me bring her to orgasm.

Before that I had been bound and stripped - Andrew and made me cum earlier, upstairs on the living room sofa, then he and the rest of my friends had humiliated me, played their own little kinky version of Marco Polo, touching, teasing, and caressing my body while I was blindfolded and bound, helpless to stop them, able only to guess who was violating me.

It was a week after my eighteenth birthday and we were having a party at my parents (they were gone for the weekend), and my friends had decided I was the prize and they would celebrate by using me as their own personal sex toy.

Andrew and Jillian had been particularly ruthless. They were my best friends - Andrew was more like a brother than friend, and for years we'd even called each other brother and sister.

I stood there, bent over at the waist, nude, wondering what was to come next. Andrew and Jillian had dressed and gone upstairs when they were done with me. Ricky, Alexa, and Aaron were upstairs - they had lost the Marco Polo game, so didn't get a turn with me.

What I did know was that a confusing mix of sensations overwhelmed me. I had been beyond humiliated to stand there in front of my friends, naked and bound and blindfolded, while they touched and explored my body. Yet every touch, each kiss and pinch and caress sent strange shivers of arousal through me. When Andrew and Jillian used me for their own pleasure - Jillian cumming with my mouth against her pussy, Andrew cumming with his cock in my ass - I had hurt, I had wanted to scream no, to struggle, yet I found myself wanting more, trying hard to drive them both insane with ecstasy. And I had cum too. Hard.

The door at the top of the steps opened - I was still blindfolded, but could hear it - then footsteps down the stairs. Breathing.

I shivered when a hand touched my back, fingers caressing my skin. Two other hands grouped my breasts, squeezing, hurting.

"Please," I whispered, not sure why I said it, what exactly I was trying to ask.

A hand smacked my ass.

The hands on my breasts continued squeezing, while someone else slipped under me, their hands caressing my thighs, massaging, working higher and higher - fingers against my pussy.

I groaned.

"Let's take her down," a voice said. It was unfamiliar, and suddenly I became afraid, the idea that these were strangers, people I didn't know. As humiliating as it had been to be taken by my friends, the idea of being helpless, of being naked, while total strangers explored my body was even scarier.