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"Gentlemen," Townsend said grandly, "allow me to introduce our guest of
honor."
There was a murmur of anticipation from the group of men gathered in the
large room. There were at least two dozen of them. They were all naked.
Townsend had kept Susan waiting in another room while his guests had
arrived and made themselves comfortable. Now he brought her out, and with a
flourish presented her before them. A collective moan of appreciation and
arousal seemed to fill the room as the gazed at the sensuous yet
innocent-looking young woman in a strapless evening gown, who stood before them
with her hands tied behind her, and her breasts heaving with fright, or
excitement, or both.
"The lady's name is Susan," Townsend announced. "She is here for your
pleasure."
Several men applauded.
Townsend went on. "Before we have the...official unveiling, as it were,
I'm sure Susan would like to meet all of you. So, if you will, gentlemen, let us
set up a proper reception line. Susan--kneel down, please."
Susan lowered herself awkwardly to her knees. Her heart was pounding
nervously, but her pussy was moist and her nipples tingled.
"I will introduce each of my guests to you in turn," Townsend said. "You
will greet each one by kissing his penis. As a token of your servitude, so to
speak. Do you understand?"
Susan's throat was too tight for her to reply. She nodded.
"Fine," Townsend said. "Very well, gentlemen."
The men formed a line, and they came forward one by one. As each man
approached, Townsend announced his name, and when he stopped in front of her,
Susan bent forward and kissed his cock.
Some of the cocks were already hard from the sight of her; some were
semi-erect, others still limp. She kissed them all. At first it was a mere touch
of her lips against their flesh, but as the parade went on, and her knees began
to ache, and her wrists throbbed, and she began to feel her degradation more
keenly, her lips softened, the kisses grew more lingering, and there was even an
occasional brush of her tongue against a particularly rampant male shaft.
When the last man had been introduced, Townsend ordered her to stand up.
He did not help her. With some difficulty she got to her feet. She was panting
slightly.
"And now," Townsend said, "the unveiling."
He reached for the zipper at the back of Susan's gown, and slowly pulled
it down to her waist. The dress fell away from her breasts.
There were a few gasps from the men, some sighs, a couple of soft
comments. But mostly silence. A waiting, tension-filled silence.
Townsend pushed the gown down over her hips and let it fall to the
floor.
Susan began to tremble as this group of strangers gazed with glittering
eyes and open mouths at her bound and naked body. She trembled, but her nipples
were hard little spikes jutting out from her heaving breasts.
"Susan is your toy for the evening, gentlemen," Townsend said. "My only
stipulation is that her hands are to remain tied as they are--and of course that
no lasting damage be inflicted. Other than that, you may do with her as you
will."
He paused. The men waited. Susan's stomach twisted.
Then, with a sudden and completely unexpected roughness, Townsend put a
hand on the small of her back and pushed her with all his strength, sending her
stumbling helplessly forward toward the group of waiting men.
They fell upon her.
