Joan sits down with her morning coffee and, with great anticipation, opens the email from her blackmailer. She is greeted by all the pictures of her getting royally fucked at the bachelor party. Joan could not help herself as she perused the pictures, causing her pussy to become warm and wet.
Joan then opened the attached letter. She knew the letter would demand that she demean herself for the pleasure of the blackmailer. She started reading the letter. "As you can see, I did receive the pictures of you satisfying all the men at the bachelor party. I will accept them for now, but only if you complete this last task I am about to describe. If you complete this task with unbridled enthusiasm, I will consider releasing you and your pictures back to you."
"Your task, Joan, is to go to a sex club and let the members know you are there to be used and abused as they desire. Nothing, I repeat nothing, is off limits. I expect you to show extreme enthusiasm during this night of complete unadulterated sex. You will not refuse any sexual advances, including being restrained and tortured for the pleasure of all the guests. If you do not complete this task enthusiastically, I will release all of the pictures and personal information I have collected on you into the World Wide Web, and I know you don't want that to happen."
Joan was now vigorously rubbing her excited cunt as she was reading his demanding and demeaning instructions. John showed up by her side, gazing at Joan's computer, wondering if she would carry out these outrageous demands made of her. His hands rested on her shoulders before sliding down her open gown and caressing her excited breasts. Joan leaned back, eyes closed, and moaned softly as John caressed her upper body.
John could tell Joan was more than willing to do as this blackmailer had instructed. He hoped this would put an end to the blackmail of his wife. Yes, it had been exciting so far, but he did not trust this person to do as he promised, and release all the blackmailed information back to them, and no one else.
Joan finished her coffee, her hand still buried deep in her pussy. She reached over to John and pulled him close for a big hug and a passionate kiss. "How about tomorrow night, babe? That will give us some time to rest up and prepare for this wild night of sexual exploitation. You will have a hard time watching and photographing all that is happening to your sexy wife, and not getting involved."
Joan spent the next two days getting ready for this evening of uninhibited sexual activity. Joan found a club in the next village online and read about their rules and activities. She had never experienced such open, demeaning sexual activity, but was excited at the description along with the very suggestive pictures.
Joan selected a sexy, revealing outfit that would showcase all her assets. One, she would not care if it got ruined during the sexual activities at the club she would be attending. The outfit did not need any underwear or bra; she would wear just a very brief thong, more of a tease than to cover her horny pussy. She spent the whole afternoon preparing for the most risky sexual night of her life.
Joan and John arrived at the club. John watched as the host helped her out of the car, his eyes taking in Joan's exposed body, with a big grin crossing his face. Joan slipped him a piece of paper she had printed from the website, describing her wishes, desires, and preferred name, with the "no limits" box checked in bold letters. The host wrapped his arm around Joan's excited body as he ushered her into the club.
As they entered the main hall, the host rang a bell. All the guests went quiet. "Ladies and gentlemen, our guest of honor, or should I say our guest for sexual pleasure, has arrived. Joan has agreed to satisfy all of your most extreme sexual desires. Treat her with the respect we would want to be shown. She has never been to a club like ours, and is excited to be here, as you can already tell by her glowing appearance. Let's use her to satisfy all the erotic pleasures we all desire. Her husband will be videoing the taking of his wife throughout the evening. Let the sexual taking, and wanton desires, of this beautiful woman begin."
The guests moved in, strangers' hands touching and caressing Joan's body. Her physical freedom was already out of her control; she was taken. Within seconds, with few words spoken to her, her dress was torn from her body. As hands reached out to touch and control her, Joan let her body go limp, no resistance, just pure acceptance of what was happening, and going to happen.
The guests lifted Joan's body onto a smooth, hard table, with her legs and hands tied down with leather restraints. A spiked collar was placed tightly around her neck, holding her head in position to accommodate the sexual desires of her attackers. Joan was breathing hard, her breast firm, nipples hard, pointing straight out, with sexual juices oozing from her cunt in anticipation of what was to come.
Everyone was becoming aroused, almost like a mob devouring its prey, and Joan was the prey.
And then it began, hands held her head as huge pre cum oozing cocks were shoved in her mouth and down her throat. Some women had started whipping her body with leather straps, as other women ripped off her thong and went down on Joan's soaked cunt in a heated tongue lashing of her cunt and clit, burying their faces deep in her cunt lips. The whips strapping every inch of Joan's body, sending shots of pain and excited pleasure surging through her body.
The smell and taste of sex filled Joan's mind and body. She was in seventh heaven, loving the feeling of being taken, used, and abused by all these strangers. Her body wanted to explode as the intensity of being taken grew inside of her.
As each man blew his load deep in Joan's body, her cunt, and throat, and all over her face, another cock would be shoved deep inside of her. Cum was dripping from her lips, face, and soaking her golden hair. The women were suckling Joan's breasts, sometimes biting her nipples, like animals drinking from their mothers. Cum running from her cunt down onto her ass, with each fuck. Joan hovered in a cloud of extreme sexual pleasure.
The wild, excited guests continued their barrage on Joan's body, both the men and women fucking her face and cunt until each one was sexually satisfied, shooting cum deep inside Joan's cunt and mouth, while spraying her body with cum and piss. Joan was only thinking about how blissful her mind and body felt as she was being fucked, with the warm cum and golden piss flowing over her body. Even the women stood over her, spread their cunt lips, and released a stream of piss down onto Joan's fucked body.
Joan felt the straps being released, her mind still in the clouds of heated lust. She thought that the evening might be over, but she was mistaken. They rolled her cum covered body onto her stomach. They then spread her legs and arms, and strapped her body once more to the cum covered table.
The women lifted Joan's head by her hair and pushed their gushing cunts into Joan's face, fucking her face hard and fast as they whipped her body, turning her body red with welts until they exploded in squirting pissing orgasms, all over Joan. God, Joan thought, these fucking pissy cunts taste so fucking good, I want more, I need more.
The men, one at a time, climbed onto the table, first licking, then fucking Joan's dirty, tight ass, over and over. Covering her ass cheeks and backside with their sweet cum. Joan so wanted to lick and taste the love juices and piss covering her body, and suck the cocks fresh from fucking her cum filled, dirty ass.
Joan could hold back no longer as she yelled out, "Fuck me, you heathen bastards, fuck the hell out of me, fill me full of your cum, in every hole. I am a naughty woman and deserve to be punished. Don't stop, please." And with those words, Joan exploded in a pissing, squirting, farting, gut-wrenching screaming orgasm.
Soon Joan felt the straps being released from her fucked welted body. Was it over? They tied Joan's hands together and lifted her from the table. They carried Joan to a hook hanging from the ceiling, where she was hung by her hands, for all to see. Joan was a naughty woman, dripping cum and piss from her body. Everyone admired their work as they ate snacks and drank their favorite beverages, walking around in little to no clothing.
Every so often, one of the women would come by and either kiss, lick, or whip her dripping body with the leather whip. Joan was not embarrassed or ashamed. She had never been used like this before, and she loved every minute of the complete taking of her body and mind.
The last thing Joan remembered from the night before was being taken down from the hook in the ceiling. She did not remember the drive home or how she had gotten into bed. When she woke up in the morning, the smell of her fucked body filled her mind and body, with memories of the night before. She was covered in juices from the fucking she had received. Her hands rubbed her naked body, her lips then licking them clean, as she reached for her husband lying beside her.
"John, lick me, then fuck me like the fucked slut I am. I need you now, oh so badly."
