Ravished in orgy

This is a true story of a personal experience I shared with my senior law partner during law school pupilage days. For obvious reasons names of characters below are fictitious. Otherwise all events are true and accurate.

I was then 24 years old and was scheduled to be married in 3 short months to my high school flame Desmond. Desmond was an accountant and whilst we have been in love and enjoyed regular sex, I had always wondered what sex would be like with another man. The opportunities were plenty for casual sex in thee office, my looks appealed to many male colleagues in the office. I was not tall, 1.72 meters, of faair complexion with long black hair, a slight figure (I weigh only 48-50kg), angular face and a petite body, with long leg/arms and small, firm breasts.

But sex in the office was out of the question given my catholic background (and parents). So I had resigned myself to my fate. That was until I received a surprise invitation by Jeff Smith, the senior partner (and office playboy) for a farewell dinner. Jeff had told me that the office had organized this for me in appreciation of my handwork with the law firm. And suspecting nothing amiss, I agreed.

I should have been alerted to foul play when no one at the office seemed to be aware of the farewell dinner. Jeff said it was a “surprise” and being the trusting fool that I was, I believed him. When he met me in my cubicle on Friday night, he even insisted that he had to blindfold me as I was not supposed to know the location of the restaurant. This he did in his car.

After what seemed like a 25 minute journey, we pulled to a stop and I was guided into a room. It was uncomfortably warm and humid and there was the unmistakable scent of sweat and semen in the air. My pulse raised as I heard alien voices and I enquired….”Where are we Jeff, what is this place?”. Jeff reassured me we were in a “Theme Restaurant”.

My blindfolds were drawn tighter as no-longer gentle hands pushed me roughly onto a damp smelly mattress and forced my hands above my head and handcuffed them to the bed posts. I heard the woman’s voice again:

Woman: “She is gorgeous Jeff, just where do you find them, so young, lithe, so beautiful.”

Jeff: “I do what I can to please you. You have the goods, now I need the crack as agreed
Monica”

Monica: “Its in cellar, going already, why not stays for the main event?”

Jeff: “No thanks, the less I know oaf what goes on in the Dungeons, the better,”

A door slammed and in that instance I felt so alone. I knew from the voices that there were at least 4 people in the room, but as the blindfold was removed, I was horrified to be greeted by a silent audience of at least 5 men and 6 women all surrounding me as I lay bound to a huge four poster bed. An overhead ceiling mirror presented a reflection of myself on thee immense bed. They were all old, above 60 at least and all of them were naked. A sense of utter revulsion crept through me as I gazed upon their old and frail bodies.

A woman moved toward and spoke, I recognized her voice as Monica;

Monica: “Welcome to the Dungeon Kelly, you are our honoured guest. I can see why Jeff
demanded such a big haul of crack for an exquisite creature like you…..”

Me: “Who are you, why are you doing this to me, what do you want???”

Monica: “Questions questions, here we ask the questions, and you answer. Don’t be afraid, no
physical harm will come to you, afterall you are the main event for this evening”

I turned my head and my gaze fell upon pair after pair of hungry eyes, and they were all staring openly, lustfully, at my body and me. I was disgusted when I noticed that one old bespectacled man was actually trying to peek up my black skirt between my legs. I squeezed both legs tighter and writhe away.

“She looks good enough to eat” one croaked

“Me first” shouted another

And they all edged closer to the bed. I could feel their putrid stale breath and another waive of revulsion swept through me.

Monica: “Now now Kelly will be available for all, for the entire of this evening, so there is no need to rush. Without further delay, let us all proceed with the meal”

As the import of her words dawned upon me, I let loose an ear piercing scream. Immediately a gag was fastened over my mouth. Firm hands reemoved my blouse, bra, stockings and skirt. I put up a valiant struggle as they had neglected to secure my legs. But there were just too many of them. Layer after layer of clothing was removed, and as my panties, the last shred of cloth was torn away, they all collectively stood back to admire their handy work.

Never had I felt so vulnerable and humiliated. I could feel thee cold air brushing against the bare skin of my body. Tears of anger welled up in my eyes. Monica noticed and moved forward.

Monica: “Do not be afraid, I did say that not one hair on your exquisite body will bee harmed, and we will keep that promise. You see, all our err…diners here have a penchant for a common sweet dessert, we all believe that the body of a beautiful girl should be savored and experienced in the flesh.. I would advise you to relax and enjoy this very unique experience”

I gave a weak kick, token resistance, as my legs were parted and handcuffed to each bed post. The old bespectacled man approached first. I could see the drool from his toothless old gums as he ran his fingers over my breasts. He seemed the oldest and most senior.

Monica: “Oh forgive me I forgot the introductions, this is Judge Bentley from Europe, he is very wealthy and has paid a kings ransom to be the first to worship your temple. He fell in love from the moment he first saw your photograph.

I could hear the Judge utter under his breath, “exquisite exquisite, skin so fair and smooth, so soft, , and so lithe a young body”, he curled his tongue around my left nipple and began to gently suck, lick and taste. Then he moved to the right breast.