The Substitute Pt. 02

Abigail in Trouble Chapter 21: The Substitute Part 2

Led by the uncle, they dragged her over to the dark doorway. She made one last attempt to break free, twisting her head around to appeal for rescue.

"Jake! JAKE! Help me! I don't want to go in there. They are making me! Jake! JAKE!"

They were through the door now and Abigail paused struggling for a moment to take in her new surroundings.

It looked like a men's smoking room. It wasn't particularly large. There were no windows. A small bar was lit in the corner. Very low, purple lighting surrounded the perimeter. The walls were lined with a continuous line of soft leather seats. There was also a freestanding square leather island near to the rear.

But Abigail's stomach lurched as her eyes fixed on the object in the dead-centre of the room. It was simply a vertical, polished stainless steel pole, fixed from floor to ceiling. It looked like one that a pole dancer would use. It was highlighted by some small spotlights.

Abigail's eyes opened wide in surprise as they tugged her towards the pole. "Surely they are not expecting me to give them a pole-dance in this fake bride gear?" she thought to herself. But she reckoned that's exactly what they wanted her to do: to dance for them. A private dance. A private pole dance in front of a number of strange men with no women present.

This was NOT what she'd signed up for!

"No, NO!" She told them. "I'm NOT pole-dancing for you! No! Jake? JAKE!"

The gathered men formed a circle centered around the pole and the reluctant bride lookalike. The rest of the men, including the one with the duffle bag and Jake, filed in, locking the door behind them and took seats around the perimeter. She couldn't see Asahi among them.

The two men holding her suddenly released her and left her standing alone, near the pole. Abigail stopped shouting when their hold on her was dropped, but she was still surrounded by expectant faces. The uncle kept frowning and nodding towards the pole.

Suddenly some loud music began to beat from hidden speakers around the room. The thumping rhythm and inferred indications towards the pole left Abigail in no doubt that they were all expecting her to dance around and with the pole.

She just stood there like a rabbit in the headlights, unsure of what to do, feeling trapped and silly in her puffed out wedding dress. The dress glowed and shone in sharp contrast to the attire of the gathered men who were all wearing dark clothes, suits and the like.

The men started chanting and clapping in time to the music. After a minute, when it became obvious that Abigail was not going to do what they were asking, the uncle lost patience with her.

He snapped his fingers at the guy with the bag who brought it to his side. He looked down into the bag and fished out a black leather item. He stood in front of Abigail and nodded towards the pole and then reached out his hand and offered her the object.

Abigail took it in her hands and immediately recognised what it was. It was a pair of felt lined, leather cuffs welded together at right angles. It looked like leather, but it was all too stiff and heavy to be leather alone. She reckoned they were reinforced with flat steel bands inside. The cuffs had slots and eye-rings rather than buckles.

She squealed and immediately dropped the cuffs in horror, shaking her head.

The uncle pointed at the pole and then the cuffs. She realised he was giving her a choice: dance or be restrained. What option did she really have?

Finally, amidst increased chanting, she moved up to the pole and stood with her back to it, holding on to it behind her for security. As the beat throbbed, she began to move her hips and feet in time, starting to gyrate and wiggle a bit half-heartedly. Her arms waved a little behind her.

She didn't think it was much of a show; her heart really wasn't into it. But she had to show some willingness didn't she? The men calmed down a little when she first started moving, but soon realised that she wasn't putting on the kind of show they were expecting. They started jeering and chanting again.

The uncle watched her for a while, then shook his head disappointedly and picked up the discarded cuffs.

The other men stopped jeering as the uncle walked up to Abigail and regarded her up and down. She stopped moving and simply stood in front of him with her head bowed, intimidated by the situation.

She still held onto the pole behind her for some kind of security. This small sanctuary was removed from her when she felt strong hands behind her, prise hers off the pole and bend her slender, lace glove clad arms up behind her back.

"No!" she shrieked, struggling against the strong hands that held her. "Not that! I'll dance. I'll dance, I will. I'll dance with the pole. Nice and sexy! I will! Let me go!"

The uncle was unmoved, and so were her arms. He faced her as his two accomplices behind her bent her arms high up behind her back and her dainty wrists were crossed together above the elbows. As she struggled to get free from their grip, the uncle handed them the cuffs.

"Let me go! What are you doing? No! I told you I'll dance for you, just let me go!"

The cuffs were fitted snugly around each of her upper arms, close to her narrow wrist. Each was tightened firmly around her narrow wrists over the lace gloves, firmly trapping them in an immovable grip. The uncle passed over two tiny padlocks and she heard the ominous clicks as they locked her arms securely in the cuffs.

The men behind her continued to hold her while the uncle drew another strap from the bag. This looked to be the same construction but was longer and wider. He held it up to her neck. Abigail shrieked again and tried to turn her head away, but she was being held tightly from behind and the uncle had no difficulty fitting the collar around her slender neck and tightening it up until it was snug all around. Another padlock secured the strong collar tightly around her neck.

A short, sturdy strap hung down from the back of the collar. Her wrists were lifted higher behind her back and a fourth tiny padlock secured the cuffs to a loop on the lower end of the short strap pinning her arms up high into her back. The men stood back to admire their handiwork.

Abigail found herself wearing a ridiculously fluffy wedding dress, standing in the middle of a dark room surrounded by men, with her hands tightly secured behind her back and clipped to her collar. She tested her bonds, but they felt as tight and immovable as steel. She also realised that the restricted position of her arms behind her between her shoulder blades, coupled with her futile struggling, was thrusting her ample cleavage up and outwards. This was not lost on her audience.

"Oh god" she thought. "What have I got myself into now?"

The uncle stepped back a little and let the rest of the men, mainly the younger ones, close in on the restrained substitute bride.

As one young man approached her, he reached out to touch her hip. Abigail scolded him and pivoted away from him as best as her platform heels and her bound arms could manage, only to fall within easy reach of another's groping hands. She tried rotating to fight them off, but soon found the crush of men had closed in and hemmed her in.

She felt fingers on her exposed arms, holding her still and stroking her skin through the long lace gloves. She felt hands grip around her narrow waist, stopping her from rotating. She felt palms on her largely exposed shoulders, smoothing over her soft skin. But most alarmingly, she felt a number of hands cup under, over and around her bountiful breasts. They stroked, cupped, squeezed and fondled her through the bodice of the dress, and her underwear beneath.

Abigail screamed loudly, trying to scare them off. When this had no effect, she appealed to them to leave her alone. Finally, she appealed to the only other westerner in the room, Jake, Lindsey's brother.

"Jake, Jake! Help me! They're grabbing me. Help! Please! Is this what your sister wanted? Please get them off me! HELP!"

Jake seemed happy to just sit back and watch the crowd molest his sister's best friend in her substitute wedding dress, and ignored her pleas.

The uncle, however, thought that she was making much too much noise. He rummaged in the bag and pulled out a large ball gag on a similarly sturdy black strap. Unseen, he pushed himself through the crowd and up to the struggling girl from behind. Then he quickly looped the gag around her neck, under her lustrous hair and brought the large ball up to her mouth, just as she was screaming for help.

He pulled back firmly on the strap, firmly seating the large ball deep in her mouth, stretching her jaw and effectively silencing her. Abigail tried screaming but all that came out was a series of grunts and moans. The uncle lifted her hair out of the way, tightened the gag strap, then secured it at the back with another padlock.

Now Abigail was in real trouble. She was gagged with her arms strapped tightly behind her, in a locked room amidst a pack of groping men who seemed to like the look of her. Her only western compatriot seemed to be ignoring her plight which made him complicit in it.

She tried to turn and twist this way and that, trying to break free from the throng who were mainly trying to squeeze her lovely breasts through the dress. She didn't have much success since enough hands held her bound arms, or her narrow waist firmly.

The uncle, however, having secured her arms and mouth, decided that things were getting a little out of hand. He shouted out and clapped his hands. Reluctantly the group of men crowding around her withdrew their hands and took a step back. The music was also switched off: since she wasn't dancing for them, it wasn't required.

Abigail stood still, panting through her nose, observing the faces that surrounded her with fear and trepidation. The gag did not let out anything more than unintelligible mumbles, but even if it had, nobody close would understand her. The uncle walked slowly around her, regarding both her and the surrounding men.

Then he stood behind her, held her bound arms and pulled her backwards towards the pole. Abigail was startled as she felt the solid steel in the cleft of her backside and against the back of her cuffs. The uncle held her head upright, the back of the gag strap touching the pole, as a couple of men approached with something metallic from the bag. They clamped the back of the stiff gag strap to the pole on a slider. It held her head upright against the pole.

Abigail could not tilt her head to the side or forwards or back at all: it was held too rigidly to the pole via the strong gag strap and the slider clamp, but she could feel that it would slide up and down the pole. She whimpered into the gag as she felt another liberty being taken away, her frightened eyes darting around the room, searching for help.

The uncle kept discipline by taking a truncheon from the kit bag. Abigail wondered whether he had been a policeman in an earlier career. He circled her, using the truncheon to keep the circle of men at a distance.

Then he stood in front of her, regarding her face and looking her up and down. He particularly took his time to take in the beauty of her pretty face, partially obscured by the gag, and also her swelling cleavage, thrust out towards him by the position of her bound arms. She looked quite edible to him.

Then he turned to the circle of men surrounding them. He dismissed them from the circle, using the truncheon to indicate that they should all take a seat. He walked round the bound beauty making a little speech not addressed to her, but the surrounding men. Abigail thought that he was sizing them all up, or considering their pecking order, based on age or which family they belonged to.

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Eventually, he pointed at one young man and beckoned him to stand up. Some of the others cheered him, some jeered, and some looked jealous.

The uncle receded out of the spotlights into the dark as the young Japanese man approached Abigail, helpless as she was. He gleefully walked around her, surveying her whole body from top to bottom. He placed his hand on her hips as he walked around her, feeling her body tremble through the layers of her clothing. Abigail waited anxiously to see what he would do. What he would be ALLOWED to do.

After several circuits and lewd comments from the young man to his friends, he stopped directly in front of her. He brought his hands up and gently cupped her face, stroking her cheeks around the gag strap. He looked into her frightened eyes as he stroked his palms down to her chin, down her neck, over the collar and down to her exposed decollage.

Abigail whimpered as she felt his hands stroke lower, over the generous swell of her cleavage and onto the bodice of the dress. His fingers spread wide as his hands closed around her full breasts, squeezing slowly but firmly. She gasped as his hands pulsed in and out, feeling the young, firm flesh of her breasts through the layers of her clothes.

Then his hands left her breasts. She was thankful for a minute.

But then she noticed his fingers closing on one of the many white ribbon bows that held her dress together, at her shoulder. Abigail had forgotten about those! He started tugging at it, making lewd eyebrows towards his friends in the shadows. They encouraged him with whistles. The little bow gave way and she felt her dress shift as it dropped a little from her shoulder.

"Oh no!" she thought in horror. "How many more is he going to loosen?"

The young man grinned at her as he found another bow, this time near her hip, and gently tugged it loose. She felt another loosen behind her at the small of her back. He began picking off the little bows all over her dress, including down her skirt, and at her short sleeves, allowing the dress to loosen, part slightly and slip from her hips and shoulders a little.

In her head, Abigail cursed the dress-maker for the design: the wife of the man in charge of her current humiliation. She Scolded the poor design as being stupid, until a dreadful thought occurred to her: "What if the dress is SUPPOSED to be loosened and taken off like this!"

While she was pondering the possibility of this, the young man got bored of the random effect he was having on the dress. He stood in front of her and picked off the little bows at her hips. She could feel the dress loose around her middle now. Next he started pulling the bows loose right down the middle of the front of her dress. Her cleavage swelled more as the bodice of the dress was loosened over her large bust.

He undid all the ties down her front, all the way down to her skirt, allowing a vertical glimpse down her front through a narrow strip. Abigail started to whimper with anticipation and dread. With her hands pinned tightly behind her, her large breasts thrust out in front of her, and this action opened up the gap all the way down her front.

It was at this point that she remembered the scanty and downright provocative style of her underwear which was being slightly revealed. Her cheeks burned with shame and embarrassment. But there was nothing she could do about it.

The young man finished undoing all the ties down the front of her dress. She was relieved when he disappeared from view, leaving her bridal dress hanging on her shoulders. But then she felt a gentle tug at both her shoulders. The men in front of her suddenly crowded in a little, straining to get a better view of her.

The young man released the final bows on her shoulders. Suddenly Abigail gasped as the bridal dress, unsupported, fell away from her body and pooled at her feet.

The helpless teen substitute stood, fixed to the pole, gagged and bound in the most provocative lingerie that anybody could have designed. The men gasped, all agape at the vision before them.

Her hair was beautifully made up in soft curls and tendrils which cascaded over her shoulders in waves. A veil was pinned into her hair and cascaded down her back. Her mouth was gagged fully and tightly. Her lace covered arms were pinned securely up behind her back and linked to her collar.

Her voluptuous body was beautifully displayed at its best in the delicate white lace lingerie. The strapless basque, laced very tightly at the back, held her pert D-cup breasts up from below. The fine lace cups only just covered her areolae. Her amazing cleavage swelled and pulsated with her quick breaths.

Deep lace stockings were clipped tightly via garter-straps to the bottom of the basque. Her matching lace panties were sheer over her mound, presenting a lovely soft, but deep cameltoe to the onlookers. The rear of the panties were a small lace triangle at the top, and a narrow thong strip down between her cheeks..

Abigail was mortified, blushed deep red, and clamped her legs tightly together in shame, hoping that the floor would open up and swallow her.

The watching men could not believe the vision of innocence and sexiness in front of them. They were staggered, flabbergasted, amazed and very turned on. The uncle knew he had to maintain discipline in the face of an overwhelmingly hot temptress helplessly bound in the middle of the room. He prodded the young man in the ribs until he reluctantly found a seat. Then the uncle stomped around the pole, slapping the truncheon into his hand.

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He pointed in the darkness and a small cheer went up. As a new protagonist approached Abigail, the uncle reached down and swept the disassembled remnants of the bridal substitute's dress away.

The new protagonist was a much older man. He was grinning from ear to ear as he approached the bound girl. Abigail whimpered and tried to control her panic as he stalked around her displayed body, surveying all her best assets, before disappearing behind her.

She was startled and shrieked through the gag as a hand came down on one mostly exposed bum cheek with a loud smack. It didn't really hurt, but certainly surprised her. A few seconds later another landed on her opposite bum cheek, making her shriek again.

Then she felt two warm hands firmly cup her exposed butt-cheeks. The hands stroked around, then squeezed her tight bottom, smoothing over the soft skin and tweaking the flesh to make it bounce delightfully. He stroked and squeezed her butt-cheeks firmly, making Abigail squirm and shift her legs to try to avoid him, but she couldn't move beyond his reach.

He knelt behind her with one arm on either side of the pole as he fondled and molested her young but firm buttocks in his middle-aged hands. She could do nothing but gently sob into the gag as she felt his hands squeezing her bottom all over.

Then he started grabbing a handful of her flesh on either side and spreading her bum cheeks apart. She opened her eyes wide in surprise as he exposed the thin strip of her thong panties that ran down between her butt-cheeks. Then she felt a finger run down the narrow strip, down the crack all the way to the bottom, where the soft shape of her cameltoe started. She clamped her legs as tightly together as she could, but it wasn't enough to prevent the finger tracing the outline of her slit from behind, and running back up her crack.

The finger was removed while she could hear him rummaging around in the nearby bag. There were murmurs of approval from the watchers seated around the perimeter as he found what he was looking for. Abigail could hear a quiet sucking noise from behind her. Then she was startled as a finger hooked into the vertical strip of her panties at the top of her rear, and tugged the material away from her skin.

As the hooking finger moved lower, it peeled the thin strip at the back of her lace panties out from her bum crack, and clear of her body. She closed her eyes in shame as she felt her bum being fully exposed by this action, especially when he reached her puckered little bum-hole and stretched the lace to the side here, exposing her rear.

Her eyes suddenly stretched wide in surprise and she squealed into the gag, as she felt a large cold and wet object press directly against her rear opening. She struggled and wriggled to escape as she felt pressure against her tight ring, trying to open it up.

The man had found a big long butt-plug, complete with a bulbous shape and a narrow section followed by a flared end which featured a ring on it, next to an ominous switch. He had just licked all over the bulb and was now trying to worm the narrow tip into her tight bottom. She tried to resist by clenching, but this only made him push harder against the opening. He screwed it tightly into her resisting muscle.

Eventually, between clenches, her sphincter muscle lost the battle and the tip of the butt-plug slipped into her rear. Abigail wailed her protest through the gag, but it made no difference. The man behind her took his time to worm the plug deeper and deeper into her firm teenage rear, twisting it and rotating it to overcome her fleshy resistance. He worked it deeper and deeper into her body, making her feel the pressure within her as the object filled her rear.

From Abigail's point of view it kept getting longer, but more worryingly, thicker. Her poor little butt was stretched tighter and tighter around the invading plastic and it was starting to hurt, bringing tears to her eyes. Finally, when she felt she was at the limit, the long, thick plug's bulbous end slipped past her muscle and it contracted tightly around the narrow section, trapping the object firmly inside her rear. She sighed in relief as the pain receded, leaving a fading ache and a sense of her rear being completely stuffed full.

The man was pleased with his efforts and tapped the flat end of the plug firmly with his finger, making it jolt deep inside her guts. But then he felt the tap of a truncheon on his own shoulder. His time was up, and he shuffled back to his seat, with a bulge showing in his trousers.

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The uncle had used the time to pre-select the next protagonist. This was an older man who came straight up to face her and looked deep into her eyes. The bound teenager could only stare back with frightened eyes as he regarded her carefully.

Then, still holding her gaze, she felt his hands close over her largely exposed breasts. Her eyes noticeably widened under his touch - maybe the effect he was looking for. He squeezed her lovely yielding boobies in his slightly scrawning hands, feeling the lower part of her globes through the lace cups of the basque which thankfully covered her areolae and her nipples. But the upper exposed swell of her fleshy breasts was unprotected, even by lace. She felt his squeezing fingers sink into her soft flesh, feeling her trembling warmth within, and assessing her virility through her boobs.

It felt invasive and dirty and inescapable. He carefully watched her eyes for her reaction as he started to squeeze and mold her mainly exposed breasts in his long, scrawny fingers. Her flesh was pushed and massaged into different shapes, all the while thankfully keeping her nipples covered by the lace cups. She was thankful for small mercies.

She closed her eyes from shame and feeling powerless to prevent this stranger from feeling her up. Immediately he squeezed her breasts sharply, making them into peaks and causing the hidden nipples to rub across the underside of the lace cups. She squeaked and opened her eyes in shock, at which he resumed his more gentle massaging. She got the message: he wanted her to look him in the eyes while he fondled her breasts. This added to her feeling of humiliation.

Looking into a stranger's eyes while he abused her largely exposed, fleshy and very sensitive breasts was a whole new experience for her. She had already been immobilised, silenced, butt-filled and largely exposed. Having to look her abuser directly in the eyes as he squeezed the yielding flesh of her large teenage breasts, made her shiver and sob quietly.

How could she have wound up like this, for god's sake?

Each time she tried to avert her eyes from the sheer shame of it all, the older man frowned and sharply pinched his scrawny hands the pliant flesh of her soft boobies, making her squeak. His action also made the swollen buds of her nipples brush harshly across the lace texture inside the low cups of the basque and this friction made her eyes snap back to his unrelenting gaze.

She couldn't believe that her nipples were so swollen and distended by his massaging of her breast flesh. Each time he rubbed her nipples within the cups, a slight twinge of pleasure shot from her nipples directly to her hidden clit. This alarmed Abigail somewhat.

After some minutes of humiliating breast fondling, the older man received a tap on the shoulder with a truncheon. He moved aside, but Abigail wasn't convinced this was a good thing: Certainly each successive protagonist had wanted to up the ante and expose or humiliate her more than the last, so although one man had stopped molesting her, it didn't mean what came next was any better, and more likely to be worse.

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She was about to find out as a well built young man entered the circle of light surrounding her fixed to the pole. He stalked around her, deciding what to do with her. As he circled her, his hand brushed over parts of her body: her hip, her bottom, her side, the underside of her breast. Finally he came to a stop in front of her. He was one of the few men who, even with her slender build and platform high heels, was still a bit taller than her.

He looked down at her, glimpsed a sneak at her breasts, then caught her eye and grinned at her. He gently cupped his hands under her breasts, slightly lifting them towards him, as he surveyed them with lust in his eyes.

Her frightened breathing did not help her cause as her generous cleavage heaved up and down towards his face. Her nipples had been sensitised by the previous man's squeezing, meaning they had woken up, swelled and extended out. So much so, that they were actually pushing the delicate lace of the half-cups out and away from the globes of her breasts. Her areolae under the edge could be glimpsed through the clearance that her nipples produced.

This was clearly observed by the current protagonist. He took the time to study what he could see down the gap, trying to see her nipples. Abigail was mortified at the betrayal of her own body, but at last she could close her eyes in shame this time.

It was short-lived because her eyes flew open in surprise as he slipped both hands inside the lace cups of her basque and they closed in over her fleshy globes, rubbing firmly across her nipples. She squeaked and wriggled as he took a firm grasp of her practically naked breasts and squeezed them in his large hands, feeling her swollen nipples snubbed into his palms.

He pawed her breasts for a minute or so, enjoying the soft yielding fleshy warmth in his hands, and the feel of her large nipples throbbing in his palms. Then he knelt in front of her, bringing his face directly level with her breasts.

"Oh no. Not good. Not good at all!" thought Abigail in despair.

Sure enough, he grasped the top edge of her basque cups and tugged them down. Many whistles were heard around the room as he completely exposed Abigail's beautifully large, pert and soft young breasts. He rolled the cups down and tucked them expertly underneath her breasts, creating a kind of shelf under-wiring that presented her naked globes in all their tender glory. They looked absolutely magnificent, thrust out by her back arching forward, and heaving up and down as she tried to control her increasingly panicky breathing.

The man leant back a little to allow the others in the room space to view her fantastic breasts, with their large nipples.

Then he reached up and cupped both soft globes underneath, offering the vulnerable teats to his mouth. Abigail closed her eyes in shame and whimpered as his moist lips closed over her right nipple and applied a gentle suction. Her already extended and swollen nipple was drawn into his warm mouth where his tongue bathed it in his saliva.

She was disgusted with him and her own body for responding as he sucked firmly on her large nipple, tugging it farther into his mouth as his tongue worked across the sensitive tip. She could not suppress a gasp as his lips tightened their grip around her throbbing bud, while his wet tongue firmly lashed across it, pinging the blood-filled teat this way and that inside his mouth.

Both his hands squeezed her fleshy breasts in pulses, as he suckled firmly on one nipple. Inevitably he released it and swapped to her left nipple, giving that the same care and attention. Her right nipple, whilst not in a warm mouth, was wet with his saliva and so stiffened even further in the cooler air, making it throb with increased sensitivity.

He started alternating between her nipples, taking advantage of the warm and cold cycles that each nipple felt, to make them more sensitive and distended than ever. He squeezed her breasts into peaks as his mouth came down over each nipple in turn.

He widened his large mouth and tried to suck more and more of her yielding flesh into his mouth each time, slobbering all over, not just her sensitive nipple, but also her areolae and surrounding flesh, making Abigail whimper a little in helpless frustration and unbidden arousal. She could still feel the dull fullness that the butt-plug gave her at the same time.

This large young man feasted on her full and sensitive breasts for a while, loving the taste, the texture, the quivering of her flesh. He sucked strongly on her distended nipples, tugging them longer in the process, while licking across the tips with gusto. He suckled on her sensitive teats, as if trying to draw milk from her.

Abigail whimpered and gasped as she felt helpless and humiliated. But at the same time she also felt strong twinges of pleasure shoot from her nipples straight down into her pussy, which felt like it gushed with each tug on her nips.

Presently, the young man who was latched onto her breasts felt a tap on his shoulder. He ignored it for a few seconds to devour her breasts for as long as possible. A second, much stronger tap broke his focus, and he released her breasts, rather reluctantly. The uncle muttered a few words to him as he slowly stood up and lumbered back to his seat, with a tent in his trousers.

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Abigail felt so exposed. She was gagged and strapped tightly to the pole in her sexy bridal underwear, with the cups pulled down, exposing her lovely teenage breasts to a room of leering men. She trembled in fright and whimpered in helplessness.

The next man appeared in her view. He was older than the last. He came up to her right side and looked her up and down. He held her narrow waist in his hands and pressed his front into her side. She could feel the shape of his hard-on nudging into her hip.

He placed one hand on her bottom, holding it steady while the other cupped under her nearest naked breast, squeezing the pliant and very sensitive flesh in his large hand. He could feel her trembling in both his palms:- her bottom cheeks and her soft breast. He nuzzled her ear and kissed her earlobe.

His left hand cupped and hefted her pert bottom, largely exposed by the near thong-back of her lace and silk panties. His right hand gave her breast and her extended nipple a firm squeeze, making her draw her breath sharply. Then his hand slid down her tummy, over the front of the tight basque, and down to her panties.

Abigail closed her eyes in shame as she felt her bottom being squeezed while his hand stroked down over the thin silk of her panties. His fingers pressed gently into her hairless mound as his hand gently progressed lower. His fingertips delved into the soft shape of her cameltoe through the thin silk, feeling the shape of her womanhood and the cleft between.

She trembled and sobbed as his hand pressed lower, smoothing over the shape of her pussylips, hardly protected by the silk. He could feel every part of her soft curves between her legs. His hand pushed lower, delving between her legs as his fingers traced the length of her slit, all the way down.

His fingertip just nudged the end of the butt-plug and he smiled into her ear. He then drew his hand back, slipping his middle finger into her groove as he stroked her pussy lips firmly from the bottom to the top. As he drew his hand over her silk-covered pussy, his fingertip pushed the silk in between her lips, easing the material into her slit a little.

When his hand reached the top at the front, his middle finger wriggled just under the top, seeking out the little bud of her clit from under its protective hood. Abigail whimpered as she felt him trying to tease her sensitive bud from within its cocoon. He expertly nudged it with his fingertip through the thin lace until he could feel it emerging.

Then he started to stroke his hand up and down the full length of her pussy through the thin silk. He held her body steady by his firm, squeezing hand on her buttocks. His other hand cupped the shape of her delicate panties and stroked up and down her full length. His middle finger delved into her crack, trying to feel deeper between her nether lips, and trying to drag the silk further into her.

Meanwhile he stuck his tongue in her ear and started licking around. Abigail was revolted by it all, but somehow, his tongue in her ear was the worst bit. At least some of what he was doing to her pussy felt quite nice, although she didn't really want to acknowledge this fact to herself.

He started to really rub her pussy through her thin panties, slipping over the silk and delving deep into her warmth between her legs. She tried to clamp her legs as tightly together as she could, but his fingers pushed into her groove nevertheless. At the front of each stroke, he wriggled his fingertip firmly against her little clit, making it swell and throb from the attention.

His left hand slipped under the side of her panties at the back and slid across to the middle. His fingers grasped the ring at the end of her butt-plug. He tugged, tapped and nudged the butt-plug around, playing with it and trying to stir it inside her bottom.

Then she felt what she was dreading. His right hand came up to the front of her lace and silk panties and the fingers teased their way under the low front. She whimpered anew as she felt his hand work its way into her panties and down to her soft, smooth pussy. This time there was not even a thin layer of silk in between.

His insidious fingers stroked down her groove, spreading her pussy lips as they went, and drawing the silk of her panties from within her slit. He could feel her trembling warmth and moisture within her slit. His finger moved up to play directly on her clit, diddling it and making it throb and swell as the blood pumped to fill it.

His fingers spread her lips and his middle finger extended, and teased into her warm opening. Abigail gasped as she felt his fingertip wriggle up and down, and she couldn't help her body betray her and produce a little gush of girl-juice inside. 'Why was she more sensitive than usual today?' she wondered. The man detected this juice, straightened his finger, angled it upwards and thrust it straight up into her wet pussy.

Abigail's eyes flew wide open and she shrieked into the tight gag as she felt a long, thick finger plunge up and into her sensitive teenage pussy. He moved it around inside her warmth, feeling her sensitive walls, and working her juice all over his thick digit. Then he slid it out to her entrance.

With the extra juice on his fingertip, he diddled her clit firmly, now lubricated with her warm excretions. He managed to make her gasp and wriggle in her tight bondage as he manipulated her very sensitive clit with his fingertip, stroking, nudging and tapping the throbbing nubbin until the poor girl couldn't help but be aroused by the erotic teasing.

Then he thrust his thick finger back up and into her wet pussy. He started sliding it in and out of her velvety tunnel, stroking her quivering walls from within. Her tender walls clenched around his invading finger as he slid it around inside her most intimate place.

He curled his finger upwards, trying to find her ultra-sensitive G-spot inside. When she shrieked and jerked slightly, he knew he'd found it, and he started flicking his fingertip firmly across it.

Abigail moaned and went weak at the knees as he strummed her G-spot. She couldn't concentrate on anything else, so just closed her eyes and despaired as this stranger aroused her against her will by strumming her most sensitive spot. She could feel herself trembling and creaming inside as her body betrayed her and responded to the unbidden pleasure he was expertly giving her. She could feel something building inside her, an upward slope of pleasure that she was climbing up, or being pushed up. She couldn't explain or resist it, but even though she didn't want this attention, she couldn't deny that it actually felt really, really good. She blushed, ashamed at her own feelings.

Thankfully, before she came undone with a peak of passion, she felt the tap of a truncheon on her molester's shoulder. He removed his tongue from her ear to swear loudly (she presumed) at the uncle's interruption. He kept playing with the butt-plug and his finger continued to pump in her pussy.

He physically reeled at the next tap, which could have been considered more of a blow. He shouted in surprise and pain and immediately withdrew both hands from her body to defend himself. No more blows followed, but a truncheon firmly pointed to his seat which he shuffled off to regain.

Abigail was left panting behind the gag as she tried to regain her composure. Her heart was beating fast, her legs were wobbly, her nerves were fluttering a little and her naked breasts heaved up and down with her snatched breaths.

6

The next man was younger than the previous one: he looked to be in his late twenties. He smiled with an evil glint to his eye as he approached her captive body. She didn't like the look of him, but had no choice but to endure however he wanted to humiliate her.

He walked around her, dragging his hand across her body as he prowled around the helpless teen substitute bride all dolled up in her bridal lingerie, with her mouth gagged, her hands strapped, and her big breasts on display.

His hand lingered on her body as he slowly circled around her like a lion having caught its prey and was now considering how to consume her. His hand stroked around her hip, over her bottom, then under her breasts, then over her nipples. Each touch made poor Abigail wince in shame and helplessness. She felt so vulnerable.

After a number of circuits, the young man stopped in front of her, looking her directly in the eyes. She couldn't avert her eyes by turning her head because her head was clamped to the pole. Instead she closed her eyes as his hands cupped over the full swelling of her naked breasts, and squeezed them, feeling her nipples throb into his palms.

Still squeezing her breasts, the young man bent his knees and dropped down into a squat. He considered suckling on her nipples, but then sat on the floor as his eyes dropped to another tempting target. He leant down with his face level with her lace and silk panties. He studied the nearly transparent panel at the front, over the soft curve of her womanhood.

He kept squeezing her breasts gently as his lips came forward and kissed her panties right at the front of her pussy. Abigail's eyes flew open in surprise and she shuddered as she felt soft kisses fall over her soft womanhood. He kisses up and down and all around the shape of her pussylips, tasting her moisture and feeling the texture.

His tongue flicked out and ran up and down the twin shapes of her pussylips, separated by the slit between. He started to prod his tongue into the groove, exploring her through the thin silk of the panties, trying to taste her through the material. All the while, squeezing her breasts gently.

He started running his tongue up and down her slit, pushing the silk into her and trying to worm deeper with each stroke. At the bottom of each stroke, he could feel her moisture and heat. At the top of each stroke he could feel her swollen clit, begging for attention. He licked up and down her silk panties, adding his saliva to her juices which started to flow out a little, much to her shame. Her panties started to become transparent with the combined juices.

He paused his strokes over her now prominent clit, bathing it with saliva and making it stand out proudly. He flicked it and rubbed it and licked it with his firm tongue through the thin silk, making her gasp and tremble under the stimulation.

Then his hands left her breasts and one slid down her tummy towards her panties. His first finger hooked under the narrow strip of her panties over her pussy and he ran the knuckle up and down her slit, feeling her wetness in the crack and making her shiver. He tugged the material to the side, tucking it out of the way and his warm, wet lips came down onto her smooth pussy lips.

Abigail gasped into the gag and her eyes shot open at the erotic stimulation that his wet mouth caused on her young pussy lips. He stretched the tender flesh to each side with his thumbs and his tongue darted out and slurped up and down her exposed slit. She tasted wet in the crevice of her pussy. He opened up her petals, revealing her little pink hole to his gaze, then he bent down and started tonguing her in earnest.

Her squeals were muffled by the gag as he licked her aroused pussy, slurping up and down her length and fondling her ultrasensitive clit with the wet tip of his tongue, ensuring that it was well coated in their combined juice and saliva. On each downward stroke, his tongue probed a little deeper into the crevice of her pussy, licking her inner walls where they were exposed.

She was helpless to resist as he wound her up, teasing, toying, slurping and licking her teenage womanhood. She sobbed into the gag as she felt herself becoming overwhelmed by the sexual stimulation of her most intimate place. And there was nothing she could do about it.

When he felt that she was wet enough inside, he stretched her pussylips wider with his thumbs, stiffened his tongue, and thrust it straight up and into her young pussy. Abigail shrieked in surprise and indignation as his tongue entered her now dripping hole. Her body quivered under the feeling of having something warm and wet pushing into her hole. she made quick little panting breaths, near-panicked as she was, which only made her naked breasts heave all the more enticingly.

His insidiously long tongue probed up inside her, flicking around all her most sensitive spots inside. She couldn't contain her whimpering sobs as she felt her pussy being licked by a long, searching tongue. He kept flicking around inside her soppy tightness, trying to find her little G-spot to give her sharp stimulation there.

He could tell he had found her little spot when she squeaked and twitched in her bonds. He started licking across it, but to be fair, his tongue was not stiff enough to give it very firm contact. No, he had a better idea.

He withdrew his tongue from her steaming gash and licked up to her clit. The thumb from his left hand stretched the skin about her clit tightly upwards which made her clit stick out prominently. His tongue lashed across the throbbing bud with wet flicks.

Meanwhile, he stroked her pussy lips with two fingers from his right hand, getting them coated in her juice. Then the two fingertips nestled just at her warm, wet entrance. He flicked his tongue across her clit, just as he thrust two thick fingers straight up and into her tight and juicy pussy.

Abigail attempted to scream in passion at the intrusion. It was unexpected, but actually she was reacting to the pleasure of the thrust as his fingers slid into her very sensitive love canal. He could feel her body trembling around his fingers as he separated them and wriggled them around inside her, exploring her depths.

Then he started sliding them deeply in and out of her velvet passage, trying to rub across her little spot each time. At the same time his lips closed around the extended bud of her clit, sucking it into his warm mouth, and his wet tongue thrashed it firmly with soft flicks. This combination of sexual stimulation along with her helplessness drove poor Abigail absolutely wild with arousal.

She had a tendency to be aroused by restriction and helplessness, but this was something at a completely new level for her. She was dressed in provocative bridal lingerie, bound, gagged and largely exposed in front of a room full of strangers. On top of that someone was finger-fucking her deeply while suckling on her very sensitive clit. How much worse could it get?

Abigail didn't actually analyse her predicament as such, because the strong pangs of pleasure spreading from her clit and occasionally her G-spot commanded her full attention. All she was aware of, were the uninvited erotic stimulation being teased from her body by the young man playing her body expertly. She couldn't think properly and she couldn't resist the increasing arousal building and building inside her vulnerable young body.

She was being wound up to such an extent that her body now actually craved for relief and release, as she could feel herself starting to reach the point of no-return. Her body tensed under the arousing stimulation of her clit and G-spot, and she quivered all over. Her sporadic breaths were catching in her constricted throat and her body was bracing itself for the plunge over the edge. She was getting very close. She was so close, just a little bit more, just a bit more...

Unfortunately, the uncle had been watching proceedings closely. A firm tap on one shoulder with the truncheon and an arm on the other shoulder, pulled the young man abruptly away from his delicious and dripping prize. He fell back on the floor, losing contact with the bound beauty completely.

Abigail's eyes opened half-lidded in frustrated passion. Her tensed and quivering body had been just at the brink of release of all the pent up passion caused by an evening of teasing. And she had been denied release just at the last second. She sobbed in frustration at the uninvited teasing coupled with the climax denied. What? Why?

The sadistic uncle chuckled to himself as he realised that he had stopped her reaching fulfilment just at the last second. He had timed that intervention perfectly. He waited for the young man to shuffle off to the bar looking for something to wipe his hands with, before he pointed his truncheon into the audience.

7

Abigail was only vaguely aware of the next protagonist entering the limelight. Unknown to her, he had made a detour via the heavy duffle bag. He kept the item he had taken from the bag behind himself, so that she couldn't see what it was. He surveyed her thoughtfully from the front, noting her heaving breasts jutting out towards him, and her exposed pussy with the panties still pulled to the side.

He moved around behind her, out of her line of sight. Suddenly she heard a buzzing noise in her ear. She didn't know what it was, but it moved down the side of her head and then under her chin. She felt something rubbery touch the front of her neck and vibrate there.

This young man had selected a long cock-shaped rubber vibrator to torment her with. He touched the tip gently on her throat and then moved it downwards. It buzzed gently against her skin, making her already trembling body shudder a little. At first it just tickled her mildly, but then he ran it down her cleavage between her pert and full breasts.

The vibrations started to make her heaving breasts quiver delightfully, and she could feel the effect travelling to her oversensitive nipples. The vibrations didn't have to travel at all when he moved the tip of the vibrator sideways and circled it around one of her areolae. Abigail whimpered as she immediately felt the effects on the centre of her breast. He circled her nipple, carefully avoiding touching it directly and watched the effects it was having on her face. After a moment of teasing around her nipple, the anticipation driving her mad, he finally honed in on the swollen, throbbing teat and pressed the tip of the vibrator against the tip of her nipple.

Abigail squealed as the vibrations immediately stimulated her already teased nipple, and sent sharp pangs of pleasure straight down into her pussy. He worked the rubber toy over and around her nipple, making it swell and throb even more. Then he circled her areola and moved across to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.

"Oh god!" thought Abigail as she felt her over-stimulated nipples being teased further by the rubber vibrator. "Oh, oh, oh. What are they trying oh, oh, oh, to do to me?" He started to alternate between her nipples, keeping them both on edge and throbbing, ready to explode.

After a while of this incessant nipple teasing, the vibrator's track moved on.

"Uh-oh!" thought Abigail in dismay. "I wonder where it's going next!"

She was wrong. It tracked sideways below one breast over the tight material on the basque, and then diagonally over her hip. She felt it move around to her back, following the bottom edge of the basque, and THEN it headed south. It traced a line down her spine and then onto the back of her panties.

vibrator followed the crack of her bottom over the thin strip of her panties, down and down, making her bum-cheeks quiver slightly as it went. Finally it rests against the end of the butt-plug. She felt it pressed hard against the end of the long, thick plug in her ass, making the vibrations permeate into her rear via the plug.

Then he tugged the material to the side allowing direct contact vibrator-to-plug, and turned it up. Abigail's eyes flew wide in surprise as the hard contact and the power from the vibrator made the butt-plug itself vibrate deep up inside her bottom. The sensations were not exactly unpleasant, just different and surprising. The vibrations in her rear spread through the thin barrier of skin and into her pussy, making all sorts of erogenous spots wake up and respond against her will.

As she got used to the feelings generated inside her body, Abigail closed her eyes and was determined to ride it out. She couldn't believe that she was tied up, gagged, exposed and now effectively had a buzzing vibrator in her arse! Oh the indignity of it all!

And it got worse. The young man held the tip of the vibrator firmly on the end of the butt-plug, nudging it and tapping it to make little jolts pass into her rear and pussy. She gave little moans each time he did this, which amused him somewhat. But after a while, he wanted to change things.

He switched the vibrator off and replaced her panties to cover the butt-plug. Coming around to her front, he grinned at her and held up the rubber in front of her face so that she could see it properly. Abigail's face reflected her concern: it was huge. It was reasonably thick, but what got her really worried was how long it was. Quite apart from the handle and the battery section, the ribbed rubber cock-shaped appendage looked far too long to fit into anybody, let alone her little pussy.

The young man was obviously determined to test it out on her and, keeping it switched off, ran it teasingly down her front, between her breasts, over the front of the basque, down the front of her panties and onto her pussy. She started slightly at the feel of it. He rubbed it up and down her exposed pussylips, trying to test how pliant her soft flesh was down there.

Abigail clamped her legs together tightly, twisting one leg in front of the other in an attempt to deny him access to her pussy. The young man frowned as his access was restricted and mentioned something to the uncle. He kept prodding at her pussylips but she thought she'd successfully warded him off.

That was until she felt strong hands grip her narrow ankles from behind and pull sideways. She shrieked in disbelief into the gag as someone - probably several people - moved her feet to each side a little, making space between her thighs. She could feel a felt-lined steel-reinforced shackle being fitted to each ankle and something attached to that. Then the hands were gone.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she moved to close her legs again. But they wouldn't move. A short spreader bar had been fitted between her legs, keeping them apart. They were not spread particularly far apart, perhaps two feet, but it was certainly enough to stop her twisting one leg in front of the other and it was plenty for the young man to grin at her and resume his probing of her pussylips with the rubber vibrator.

He bobbed down in front of her, his face level with her hairless mound. He slipped one finger into her panties and drew the thin strip of material farther to the side, tucking it slightly under one buttock to keep it out of the way. She could feel her pussy was now fully exposed to his gaze, made more vulnerable by the spreader bar. He could see that she was moist from her juices down there.

He licked the end of the still-dormant vibrator, and then licked his tongue up the length of her pussy, spreading her juice around and making her gasp. He flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit for a second, watching how her body jolted slightly in her bonds.

Then he touched the tip of the long vibrator against her pussylips and rubbed it up and down her opening, coating the tip with her juice. The rest of the onlookers held their breath as he paused for a few seconds, moving the rubber shape through her slit from the butt-plug in her rear, up to her prominent clit at the top. She gasped as it bumped into her throbbing clit.

Then he engaged it between her pussylips at her opening, applied upward pressure and started to ease it into her young body. Abigail tried to clamp down and resist, but given her slipperiness and the position of her legs, he would not be denied. The rubber object spread her opening around itself as it slid into her pussy. She whimpered as she felt it being wormed deeper up and into her pussy, spreading her tight but yielding flesh about its solid shape.

The young man had a good grip on the handle as he rotated and wormed the long vibrator deeper, and deeper into her pussy, rubbing past her G-spot and making her sob with unbidden arousal. She could feel it rubbing up against the large butt-plug, the ridges and ribs making pleasurable friction through the thin membrane of sensitive skin that separated them.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Abigail pleaded from behind the gag. "Stop it, stop it, stop it!" But of course all that came out were a series of grunts and murmurs.

He kept easing it up into her captive body, deeper and deeper, rubbing across new spots and ridges inside her own body, and making her heart flutter with the erotic feeling of an invader being slid up inside her most sensitive place. On and on it went, seemingly opening her up from the inside, feeling like it would reach up and tickle her lungs, it felt so long.

She squeaked more urgently at him to stop, but he pressed it onwards and she felt her whole wet tunnel completely filled by the solid latex until it was so deep up inside her, it could go no further. Her breathing got quicker in mild panic as she felt the soft rubber snugly pressed against her clit which was still swollen and throbbing with arousal.

Eventually he nudged it firmly up against her deepest recess, nestled way up inside her teenage body. He rotated it around at that depth, the ridges making her nerves tingle, until he was satisfied that it was indeed as far up inside her as it could go.

And then he switched it on.

The effect was immediate. Abigail immediately squealed, arched her back and strained against the leather straps holding her arms tight. She was completely unprepared for it to suddenly buzz all along the full length of her over-sensitive pussy. She forgot herself, shrieking loudly, as the vibrations raised her cooling arousal back up to 'hot' in a very short time. The vibrator rubbed against the butt plug and made her whole insides quiver with pleasure almost too intense to be bearable. The twinges of pleasure were making her ache inside.

He chuckled in amusement as she whimpered and squealed in passion as he held the vibrator firmly and let it work its magic deep, deep inside what was already a stimulated and sensitive pussy.

She writhed in her bonds and would have thrashed her head from side to side if it wasn't so effectively clamped to the pole. She trembled in panic, partly from helpless passion and partly from fear as she could now hear nothing but her own frantic squeals. She could feel herself quickly approaching an unbidden and what might prove to be an overwhelming orgasm and she needed to stop it before she exploded.

She was finding it increasingly difficult to fight back the growing arousal and pussy-wrenching stimulation as she felt the stimuli starting to overwhelm her. She wailed as the orgasm threatened to break over her causing her to hyperventilate. Nevertheless she clung on, desperately trying to hold it back as the vibrator buzzed incessantly deep inside her most sensitive place, with no chance of escaping its erotic attack.

Then the young man thought she needed more simulation! He started rotating the long rubber instrument of pleasure torture within the tight wetness of her trembling body. He began moving it in and out as he rotated it, corkscrewing it in and out. All the ridges and ribs now rubbed erotically across all her sensitive spots, especially her ultra-sensitive G-spot, which drove her arousal to an incredible level, she thought she would faint.

Abigail could feel her fingers and toes start to tingle and little sparks of bliss shooting around her body. Her clit vibrated against the buzzing rubber dildo, and her G-spot was rubbed firmly by the ribbed intruder. Her pussy and in fact rear passage was being constantly and excruciatingly excited by the harsh humming from within her. In panic, she tried to shout out to her tormentor, frequently interrupted by her own squeals of passion.

Her body was getting closer and closer to a mind-blowing orgasm. Her squealing got higher and higher in pitch until only just audible, as she tried frantically to communicate her displeasure to her audience between squeals. Her body quivered and twitched all over and her breasts continued to heave as her back arched against the straps and buckles tightly restraining her arms. She fought against the straps and her orgasm, thinking it would likely wipe her brain, but she was quickly losing the battle.

Just as she was about to rocket over the cliff, again with impeccable timing, the truncheon came to her aid. "Tap, tap. TAP! TAP!" Not a moment too soon, the hand holding the vibrator in place was suddenly whipped forcefully away. Gravity took its course and the vibrator, slippery with her secretions, slipped out of her quivering pussy and clattered onto the floor.

Abigail whimpered in frustration and confusion. She was right on the brink and had been fighting to avoid crashing over it, but now she felt empty and unfulfilled. Before, when the guy was licking her, she had wanted release, but under the intense stimulation of the vibrator she wasn't sure anymore. Her inexperienced body had been aroused to the point of insanity and left unfulfilled which frustrated her, but on the other hand she didn't think that her body could have coped with the release anyway.

She was left alone, fixed to the pole, trembling, quivering and mewling and dying from the shame and humiliation of it all.

She heard a 'thunk' as a heavy object was dropped to the floor. Then she was surprised to see the uncle himself standing directly in front of her. Despite the fact that she was slighter than him, but because of her high platform heels his eye level was only slightly higher than hers. He smiled at her as she continued to tremble, her body still significantly wound up and her breathing yet to return to normal. Her breasts heaved and thrust out at him, which he clearly appreciated.

She was hopeful that because he had dropped the truncheon and not chosen another tormenter, that she had endured the duration of their humiliation, and he would now put an end to proceedings and release her. She was very wrong.

He looked her up and down with lust in his eyes. Gone was the nice gentle man that had greeted her in his home only two days ago. That personality had been replaced over the course of the evening by a lustful predator who had been orchestrating her humiliation and pleasure-torture. And now he had apparently selected himself for the next round. Abigail sobbed quietly as he surveyed her bound and provocatively displayed body with appreciation.

He regarded her attire carefully before bobbing down into a squat in front of her. He gazed at her abdomen, her hairless mound, her thighs and her pretty pussy, only partially covered by the lace and silk panties stretched to the side. There was a lot of skin between the bottom of the tight lace basque and the top of her lace-top stocking, held up tightly by the garter straps. But her panties were in the way.

He moved both his hands to one hip, tugging her delicate panties out from her body and Abigail shrieked into the gag as he suddenly tore the narrow strip of lace at the side. She opened her eyes wide in surprise and tried to look down, but the stiff gag strap clamped to the pole prevented this. He moved his hands to her other hip and similarly tore the narrow strip of her panties there as well.

The fine lace and silk of her delicate panties fell away at her hips, but was caught underneath her by the stickiness of her pussy and the dampness of her sweaty skin. The uncle, still squatting in front of her, was amused by her trembling whimpers, as he peeled the remnants of her panties away from her pussy, tugging the scant material down from her bottom. He bunched the damp scrap of white lace in his hand, and brought it to his face to deeply inhale the scent of her juices before discarding it.

Now he stood up and stepped back from her a little and looked her up and down, nodding in approval. She felt so exposed, so humiliated, so helpless. Not only were her large and youthful breasts exposed and jutting out from her arched chest, but her pussy and bottom had been bared for all to see. She couldn't even close her legs to try to hide her modesty.

But alarming as these things were, what really got her worried now, was the huge bulge in the uncle's trousers. He seemed to be proud of the fact that the large bulge of his erection was prominently tenting his trousers. In fact he gave it a quick rub through the material, as if to say to her 'the sight of you exposed has made me this big, and I like it.'

Abigail watched in horror as he reached for his flies. Unusually, there was no zip here, just a couple of well hidden laces that once loose, allowed the front of his trousers to open up quite wide. The uncle stuck his hand into his trousers through the large hole, and wrestled his heavy manhood out into the open, not having any underwear to impede it.

Abigail squeaked loudly and trembled anew as she saw his whole cock and balls array outside his trousers in all its naked glory. It was HUGE! It was long, curved gently upwards, erect and very, very thick. The head was huge, looking to Abigail as large as a tennis ball, and the swollen shaft almost as thick. It stuck up and out from his body like a ludicrously obscene strap-on. But it was real flesh and blood.

He grasped his cock in his hand which did not reach all around the thick shaft, and started to stroke it up and down proudly, making it even harder as he watched the mainly exposed bridal substitute gagged and bound tightly to the pole in front of him. He cock grew and stood more and more upright, sticking almost straight up in front of his belly.

Abigail was horrified and mesmerised by the size of the fleshy pole he was proudly displaying right in front of her. She struggled anew, her arms straining in the solid cuffs, as he swaggered close up to her. Now her view of it was obscured by her own jutting breasts so she looked into the uncle's eyes, her own eyes darting left and right as if trying to shake her head, pleading for mercy.

The uncle stood closer up to her, so that she could feel his heat and smell his breath. He called over his shoulder to someone in the audience, and held out his free hand, not taking his eyes off her face. A few seconds later, a bottle of liquid lube was placed in his hand. He popped the lid and squirted a generous amount all over the head of his cock, then discarded the bottle. His pumping hand spread the lube liberally all over his giant cock.

Then he placed his hands on her hips and held her steady as he stepped right up to the bound beauty. Abigail squeaked through the gag and her eyes went wide in shock as his huge, hot cock pressed against her tummy. The head nudged into the tight lace basque, but the lower part of the shaft pressed up against her smooth, hairless mound and pressed against the top of her pussy. His heavy balls touched the tops of her inner thighs.

Her breathing quickened and her heart raced as he moved his hands around to her naked bottom and he held her cheeks firmly as he squeezed himself tightly to her body, his chest rubbing against her nipples and his heavy lubed cock pressing more firmly into her front. She could feel its heat radiating out as it throbbed against her mound.

She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Here she was, attending her best friend's wedding in a foreign country, and now found herself alone amongst a bunch of horny men, hands strapped tightly behind her, gagged and clamped to a pole and largely exposed in her bridal lingerie.

Not only that, but someone whom she thought she could trust, had bared his humongous cock in front of her, and was now pressing it against her tummy. She dared not think what he was going to do to her next, but she didn't think it would be good. Well, not for her at any rate. She trembled in helplessness and a sob caught in her throat as she considered her downfall.

She closed her eyes in shame and resignation, as the uncle held her bottom firmly and bent his legs. This allowed his cock to slide down her front. The large, slippery head traced down her mound, pressing over her still-swollen clit, and rubbing down her groove. It made a slimy trail as it went, copiously covered in liquid lube as it was. He bent his knees further so that his cock head slipped down over her slit, spreading the lube between her pussylips. She could feel her pussylips opened up by the passing of his lubed cock-head. The slippery substance clung to her skin.

She whimpered in frustration at not being able to close her legs together because of the spreader bar. This allowed him to dip his cock-head down below her. Between her legs and nudge it against the end of the butt-plug, still seated firmly in her rear passage.

Then, he braced himself on his bent legs and squeezed her bottom firmly, holding her still. He nudged the hot head of his cock between her pussylips and, applying a gentle pressure, spread her lips wider to engage the ball-shaped bell end at her narrow entrance. Abigail's breath caught in her chest as she felt the huge head pressing against her young pussy.

"No no no no no no!" she squeaked from behind the large gag. "It'll never fit. It can't fit, it won't fit. Don't make it fit!" she pleaded, to no avail. She struggled against her bonds but her hands were cuffed firmly, the gag strap was clamped tightly to the pole and hands firmly held her buttocks. There was no escape for her.

He held her bottom more firmly in his large hands and applied increased pressure with his bell-end against her tight opening. She was at least grateful for the copious amounts of lube he had coated his cock with, otherwise this would be painful. He pushed hard up against her, spreading her entrance around himself. They could both feel the other's body throbbing against them in this too-intimate moment. There were shouts of encouragement from elsewhere in the room, but they were both only focussed on the tight pressure below.

The pressure and stretching feeling built until, with a sudden moment of discomfort, his bulbous cock-head slipped through her tight entrance and into her pussy. Abigail tensed and froze, her eyes rolled back a little and she gave a silent scream as she felt the large invader pop just inside. The following thick shaft throbbed in her entrance, keeping it stretched, but the larger head was now pressed inside her tight clutching flesh.

She couldn't think, she couldn't breath, she couldn't comprehend the feeling of such a large knob of flesh entering her young helpless body. He held himself just inside, but didn't give her too long to adjust, before he straightened his legs a bit more, again applying upward pressure, and his huge manhood started sliding deeper up inside her captive body.

Abigail's body was on sensation overload. She had been teased and aroused almost beyond endurance for an hour, and now she was being comprehensively filled by a thick, solid pole of flesh. Her sensitive pussy was molded around his appendage as he gripped her bottom and slid further up and into her yielding tightness. Her slick tunnel was reamed out as he slid on and up into her, reaching farther and farther up inside her lithe body.

Her muscles reflexively clenched tightly around his hot sliding pole as it invaded further up and into her teenage body. It rubbed firmly past the large butt-plug, separated only by a thin membrane of flesh. Both the live flesh and the inert rubber plug gave her a sense of being completely full, as the huge cock kept sliding up and into her. The shaft rubbed firmly across her G-spot, making her whimper and twitch with arousal. On and on it slid, expanding her insides to accommodate itself.

Finally, with a grunt, and a straightening of his legs, the uncle rammed the entire length of his fleshy pole into the poor defenseless girl, lifting her off her feet slightly. She gasped in disbelief and shock as her pussy actually accommodated his entire length, stretched to the limit as it was. He held her bottom firmly, patting the quivering globes as he luxuriated in the feeling of being completely embedded inside this sexy young woman.

Her clit was mashed between them as she stood suspended on his cock. Her feet and hands flailed slightly, trying to find relief from the penetration. Her eyes repeatedly flashed wide open and tightly shut as she tried to compute the fact that he had actually squeezed that monster cock inside her lithe body. It throbbed strongly in her most sensitive place, making her body tremble around it. She could feel his throbbing thickness pressing into her ultra-sensitive G-spot, and this feeling coupled with her absolute and utter helplessness nearly pushed her over the edge.

She teetered on the brink of an orgasm, not wanting to crash over the edge, but her body betraying its aroused state from being so comprehensively stuffed with hot, pulsing manflesh. It was almost too much to bear. And then the uncle thought she needed even more simulation! He reached down between her buttocks for the end of the butt-plug. Unknown to her, it was actually a vibrator. He switched it on and she nearly lost it immediately.

Abigail squealed through the gag as little pangs of pleasure seared from her clit out through her body. She could feel her fingers and toes start to tingle as her nerves became alive. Her bottom vibrated around the rubber butt-plug vibrator, and her G-spot was pressed firmly by his throbbingly hard shaft. Her pussy and in fact rear passage was being sexually stimulated by the hot flesh throbbing and the vibrator humming from within her.

Her squealing got higher and higher in pitch as her body got closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. She tried to resist all she could, frantically struggling in the tight bonds and trying to dispel the rising pleasure within her young teenage body. Her body quivered and twitched all over and her breasts continued to heave as her back arched against the straps and buckles tightly restraining her arms. She fought against her orgasm, thinking it would likely wipe her brain, but she was quickly losing the fight.

Even without him moving within her, the feeling of being filled by throbbing manflesh and the strong vibrations from the plug in her bottom did the job. Her insides were vibrated from her bottom, through the thin membrane separating her pussy and in through his cock which vibrated against her clit and her G-spot. This and the hour-long erotic teasing having primed her body, was enough to not only tip her over the edge, but to absolutely smash her through it as well.

Abigail could not hold it any longer and she climaxed, really really hard.

Her body strained in her bonds as she convulsed in his firm grasp of her bottom. Involuntary spasms caused her pussy muscles to ripple along his thick length. She shrieked and quivered uncontrollably as wave upon wave of liquid pleasure swept through her, electrifying every nerve ending and making her G-spot, clit and nipples erupt in bliss. She jerked in passion, squealing loudly, unable to articulate through the tight gag, unable to see anything as her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Pure, unadulterated, unbidden, unwanted, mind-numbing ecstasy.

The uncle held her firmly squashed into his chest by his hands gripping her bottom as he rode out her orgasm. He clung on tightly as the endless waves of her orgasm continued to sweep through her nervous system from head to toe, jerking and convulsing her sexy body in his grip and restrained by the leather cuffs. She was cumming so hard around his cock, he could feel her body trying to milk him with her warm, tight, slippery pussy. She looked, felt and sounded absolutely fantastic as she screamed her passion into the gag. And he hadn't even started moving inside her yet!

Her orgasm seemed to go on and on for ages and he was greatly enjoying her release, clinging onto her to keep himself deep up inside her spasming form. But eventually, as she gradually seemed to come over the top of her two-minute-long peak, the clutching of her pussy around his cock abating a little, he decided it was time to give her some added stimulus.

Moving his large hands up to her hips, he held her tightly and rocked his hips back gently, sliding his huge tool outward through her clutching tunnel. This sent a new twinge of pleasure through her lithe body as she felt his shaft sliding through her pussy and rubbing across her G-spot. He eased back until her tight hole was just clutching the large round end of his cock head. She sobbed and twitched in his hold, unable to escape. Then he drove back into her with one solid, glorious thrust.

She shrieked loudly again as she felt him plunge back up into her womanhood, her body bucking against him. He gripped her hips firmly as he started to pump her with slow, deep strokes, squeezing his large tool into her repeatedly, making her gasp and keeping her oh, so aroused it made her weep.

He braced his feet on the floor as he drove up and into her as he started fucking her in earnest, her plaintive squeals of passion and disbelief driving him on. With each solid thrust up and into her body, her feet were lifted off the ground, such was his strength and depth. She squealed in helplessness as he took her forcefully. Leaning back to get better leverage, he was able to drive nice and deep into her flesh, but he could also watch her lovely soft breasts heave up and down to his thrusts and her fast, deep gasps of breath.

His cock rubbed inside her at a different angle now and he fucked her harder and deeper, making her squeal at a new pitch as she writhed around in his grasp. He could also feel the hard shape of the vibrating butt-plug through the thin membrane as he rubbed past it. She felt so wet and tight, clutching and spasming around his shaft, he knew he was not going to last very long like this.

He bent forward and captured an erect and throbbing nipple in his lips, sucking hard and tongue lashing the tip inside his warm mouth. Abigail went wild as he suckled her nipple and pounded her pussy. She thought she'd died from that amazingly intense orgasm, but the uncle didn't let up. All the veins and bumps on his thick cock now rubbed erotically across all her sensitive spots, especially her ultra-sensitive G-spot, which drove her arousal to such an incredible level, she thought she would faint. She could feel her pussy quivering around his very large and very deep cock, stroking her insides erotically, arousing her anew. Her body tingled strongly all over and when he rubbed past her cervix, she could feel herself falling over the edge again.

She squealed uncontrollably in her arched position as a second powerful climax swept through her captive body, fluttering around his pumping shaft and squirting juice all over him. Her nerves felt so sensitive and tender, ignited by his firm shafting of her taut body. She was helpless to resist, helpless to stop him, helpless to do anything but endure the unending pleasure making her mind turn to mush.

As she convulsed and screamed and writhed and squirted, she felt him grip her even tighter, then power up into her deepest depth and hold her off her feet. She felt a paralysingly intense pang of pleasure as he speared her to maximum depth. Then he roared and she felt his love muscle pulse strongly and let loose a powerful spurt of liquid deep up inside her body. The splashing inside her set off another wave of ecstasy and she bucked and shrieked as the overwhelming pleasure exploded again throughout her body.

He held himself as deep and as far up inside her as he could as he vented his passion and his seed deep up inside her slippery, clutching body. He released her nipple, slid back then thrust upward again and bellowed as another blast of cum injected deep into this sexy girl. He kept thrusting and cumming, driving her orgasm on and on as he kept pumping her full of sperm. Her body was really fluttering around his tool, genuinely squeezing his seed from him with her pussy as it jetted up inside her.

The two bodies in the middle of the room kept bucking and thrusting and spasming together as they both came really hard. Her orgasm reached higher intensity as she could feel his hot, sticky seed squirting deep up into her young body. Her body responded by convulsing around his manhood, inadvertently milking his spurting shaft, and squirting her own juice amidst a sharp pang of pleasure within her twitching pussy.

This mutual spurting and squirting and cumming continued as he thrust deep up inside her helpless body until his balls were completely drained into her.

He slowed to a stop to hold her tightly to him, one hand on her bottom, keeping himself trapped deeply inside her quivering body, and his other across her back, keeping her soft breasts squeezed against his chest. He panted hard from his exertions, feeling her body shaking off the last tremors of her orgasm as she gasped and whimpered in his arms, trembling all over and weak at the knees.

She closed her eyes in shame at having come so hard after being tied up and taken. Her body was simply too sensitive to resist the sensual attacks on her body and had done the natural thing. But now she was recovering from a long and shattering orgasm, it hit home to her what had just happened. She had been tied up, gagged and thoroughly raped. And had come really, really hard. She couldn't comprehend how this was possible but she put it down to her natural submissiveness, helplessness and vulnerability as well as her young and sensitive body betraying her.

"Well at least it's over", she thought with relief.

The uncle rested a minute as his cock thankfully softened within her body before he slipped it out and disappeared into the dimness of the room. Abigail stood there, eyes closed, sobbing gently as her body trembled and quivered, still recovering from her intense ordeal. Cum dribbled down her leg.