Grand Prize

Author's Note: This is a shortish little piece I wrote largely for my own amusement. For some reason, an image got stuck in my mind of a door opening to reveal a bound woman impaled on a dildo pole, and I wanted to write a story around how she might have gotten into such a predicament. The woman-as-poker-prize theme is hardly original, but I wanted to see what I could do with my own take on it. I hope you find it as amusing to read as it was to write.

As I stood in the dark, naked, bound and gagged, all I could think of was "How the fuck did I let myself get talked into this?"

The rope holding my wrists behind my back didn't hurt - Seth is an expert bondage rigger, and he would never tie me up in any way that cut off circulation or risked nerve damage - but after an hour or more, it was certainly starting to chafe. The wide strip of microfoam tape that sealed my lips didn't hurt either, although it probably would when it eventually got peeled off. It was the fat dildo seated in my snatch that was getting really tiresome.

Normally I really like having toys inserted into various parts of my body. The problem with this particular toy was that it was attached to a pole which in turn was securely attached to the floor. The rest of my restraints were really more or less for show. With my feet in stiletto heals, there was no way I could get enough flex to lever myself off. Believe me, I tried for quite a while before I gave up and decided to save my energy. It was truly the infamous "one bar prison."

When I'm the grand prize in one of Seth's poker nights, I usually sit with my wrists and ankles cuffed to a straight chair, which holds my legs apart and lets Seth's buddies get a good look at what they're playing for. As a result, I can amuse myself by watching the game and speculating on which player is going to end up with not only all the chips but also my ass.

It's really quite clever the way Seth has set it up. Each player starts with a stake of one hundred dollars worth of chips, except for one, decided by lot, who gets fifty dollars in chips plus the key to my cuffs, also assigned a play value of fifty dollars. It doesn't take a very long run of bad luck before the possessor of the key has to either bet it or swap it with another player for more chips. The key changes hands throughout the night until eventually one player ends up with all the chips plus the key, which he can use to unlock my cuffs, reposition me however he chooses and fuck me any way he likes. The others get to watch and cheer him on. Everybody wins one way or another, including me, since being tied up and fucked is the high point of my night.

This time, however, when I walked into the poker parlour, there was no straight chair in the corner. Instead, there was a tall wooden box that looked uncomfortably like an extra-large coffin set on end. The door was open and I could see the dildo pole screwed to the floor. I had seen enough porn to know exactly what it was for.

"Are you joking, Seth? Surely you don't expect me to let you shove that thing in my pussy and lock me in a box."

"Come on, Amber. Aren't you tired of being cuffed to the chair and ogled by the boys every Saturday night? This'll change it up - you'll get to try out a new restraint system and the boys'll have an element of mystery added to their game."

I was still dubious, but I stayed with my submissive role and did what he said. I had to admit that it was an interesting change to have my wrists bound with rope instead of cuffed to the back of a chair, and the microfoam tape felt even more effective at stopping my mouth than the usual ball gag. I also knew from experience that the way it outlined my lips would look extremely sexy.

When Seth parted my labia, lubed up the dildo, and started pulling out the telescoping pole to slide it slowly into my body, I had a sudden rush that turned into a mini-orgasm. I had never been restrained like this, and it suddenly felt insanely erotic. When he tightened the nut to hold the pole in place and removed the wrench, the knowledge that I was stuck there and totally powerless to do anything about it set my nervous system on fire.

Seth stood back and ran his eyes up and down my body, evidently admiring the effect. Then he pinched my nipples to make them even harder and closed the door. I heard the grim click of the lock, leaving me trapped in total darkness. I guessed that this time it would be the key to my box that would pass from hand to hand during the game.

I heard the boys file in and someone ask, "Where's Amber tonight?" and heard Seth reassure everyone that their grand prize was still available, just boxed up for the lucky winner. I made a few "Mmmmppphhh" noises behind the gag, loud enough to reassure them that their prize was indeed in there, bound and gagged as usual.

Without being able to see it, or hear it very well, I couldn't really follow the game the way I usually did. To combat boredom, I started concentrating on the feel of my restraints. In the darkness, my sense of touch seemed more acute, and I paid close attention to each component of my bondage. I tested the rope securing my hands and noted how Seth had wrapped several turns around my wrists and then several more between them to cinch the rope and make it inescapable without being particularly tight. I made some more experimental "Mmmmppphhh" sounds behind the tape gag and noted how it totally prevented even the garbled speech that comes out around a ball gag. And most of all, I paid attention to the feel of the dildo firmly seated in my vagina.

The dildo wasn't particularly long, but it certainly was fat, considerably fatter than Seth's admittedly fat dick. I focussed on the way my vagina was stretched around it and how it pried open my labia. I discovered that, while I couldn't move enough to get off it, I could at least move it in and out a little. I couldn't push it more than an inch or so further in without bonking myself painfully and unerotically on the cervix, but I could move it out an inch or two by rocking myself further onto tiptoes. That gave me enough movement that I could masturbate clumsily and eventually bring on an orgasm. It certainly wasn't the best orgasm I'd ever had, but it passed the time.

I stood there, rocking gently onto the balls of my feet to massage myself with the dildo and wondering why I had agreed to this uncomfortable variant on my usual bondage. Finally I heard muffled sounds of jubilation that suggested the game was over. The lock on my box clicked, the door swung open, and I screwed my eyes shut as light poured in.

Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that it was Tim who had unlocked the door. His face broke into a wide grin as he inspected the way Seth had rigged me up. "Man, Seth, you really did go all-out on packaging up our prize tonight. I love the look of that tape over her lips."

I was rather glad it was Tim who had won the game. Not that I liked being fucked by Tim any more or less than the other guys. It was just that I knew Tim had a real thing for anal, and always picked that hole when he had the chance. He told me once that his wife refused to put out her asshole for him, so winning my ass at poker was the only chance he had of getting any of that. I really enjoy anal too, but right then I was glad just because my snatch was well and truly tired of having had a dildo stuffed into it all evening. I thought the poor girl deserved a rest, so I was happy to let my asshole take a shift.

Tim ran his hands over my generous breasts, making my nipples harden again. Then he bent down and had a good look and feel of how the dildo was stretching my vagina and holding my lips apart. He ran a finger between them and remarked, "Wow, Seth. You certainly found an original way of keeping your woman from wandering off."

He noted that there was no wrench, and Seth didn't offer it to him, evidently wanting to set Tim a little challenge.

"OK, Seth, how do I get that thing out of her cunt so I can put other things in there?"

"Use your ingenuity, Tim. You're an engineer. Engineer something."

Tim considered the problem for a moment or two. He squeezed around behind me and put his hands under my armpits, but the space was too confined for him to get much leverage, and also he's a fairly small man while I'm quite a tall woman. He just couldn't lift me high enough for the dildo to slip all the way out.

He came around in front of me again, thought for another minute, then interlaced his fingers to make a sling out of his hands. He held the improvised sling in front of my legs at mid-shin height, I stepped into it with one foot, and I straightened my leg while he gave me a little boost. The dildo popped out and he set me back down. My vagina heaved a metaphorical sigh of relief.

Tim led me over to the poker table, a sex venue that I'm intimately familiar with. Seth always leaves a few extra toys and restraints on a side table for the lucky winner to use if my usual wrist and ankle cuffs don't lend themselves to whatever position I'm to be tied up in. Tim picked up several extra skeins of rope, untied my wrists, bent me over the table, and tied a piece of rope to each wrist. He secured the ends to the far two legs of the table, and then did the same with my ankles and the two near legs. I ended up spread-eagled face down over the table, my legs pulled apart to expose my pussy and asshole and my tits squished uncomfortably into the green felt table covering.

The other men crowded around to admire my firm, round bum and my nicely shaved undercarriage. Kenneth ran his hand over my pussy and said, "Every time I come here, I have to admire how nice this big pussy is and how well it stands out between Amber's legs. You're a lucky man, Seth. And you too, Tim, for tonight anyway."

I wanted to tell them that I was proud of my pussy, too, but that I was glad it didn't have anything up it right now. But Tim had left the tape very efficiently sealing my lips, so I just glared at Kenneth from over it.

My position varies according to who wins me and what sexual activities they favour. Kenneth loves my blow jobs, something I excel at if I do say so myself, so he ungags me and then ties me to the table face up with my head hanging off the edge. This allows me to line up my mouth and throat to take his amazingly long cock all the way down like a sword swallower. Chris likes to lay me face up on the floor with my wrists cuffed behind my back and my ankles tied to the legs of the poker table while he eats out my pussy and then reams it with his cock. You get the idea.

I felt Tim start to warm up my body by running his tongue slowly over my clit, then between my labia to the entrance to my vagina. He dipped in the tip of his tongue and played for a minute or two, then continued over my perinium and up to my asshole. He rimmed my hole with his tongue for a little while, poking his tongue at it gently and licking the sensitive tissue all around it. Then he slipped two fingers into my vagina and started thrusting slowly to massage my G-spot while continuing to tease my asshole with his tongue.

Even though I didn't want anything big in there at the moment, the fingers felt good, sending little waves of satisfaction up through my pelvic region to meet the sensations radiating from my rimmed anus. I started drawing in long, deep breaths, and I made a long "Mmmmmmmm" of satisfaction behind the tape gag.

Tim's fingers disappeared from my vagina, and I heard the familiar squish of a lube pump. The fingers reappeared, touching my asshole and rubbing gently up and down between my asscheeks, pausing briefly to fiddle with my asshole every time they passed it. Then, when Tim judged that I was sufficiently warmed up, he put two fingertips against my pucker and began to press. I concentrated on relaxing my muscles, and after a bit of initial resistance, my sphincter opened and allowed the fingers to slide in.

There was a bit of burning pain as my sphincter was forced open, but it passed quickly. I never mind taking Tim up my ass because he's always so careful how he does it, opening me up with his fingers before putting his cock in, going super slow at first and always backing off whenever I signal pain by giving a yelp behind my gag. He's a very considerate guy when he's fucking ass. Also, all the boys know that if they hurt me, they won't be invited back to Seth's interesting poker parties.

Tim crooked his fingers and carefully massaged the sensitive inner wall of my rectum just inside my anus. The sensation ran like little lightning bolts through my entire pelvic region and ignited my G-spot just on the other side of the tissue separating my rectum and vagina. He brought his other hand around and massaged my clitoris at the same time, and after a minute or two, the sensations built into the first of what I hoped would be a string of orgasms. I arched my upper body off the table as far as the ropes would allow, threw my head back, and let out a powerful "MMMMPPPPHHHH!" of sheer pleasure.

Tim eased his fingers out and I heard another squish of lube. The next thing I felt against my sphincter was the slick head of Tim's cock. He had to press a lot harder to force my sphincter to accept his big cock, but after a half minute or so of firm pressure, it slipped in. He stopped with only the tip inside me and waited for my asshole to adjust to being stretched open. Then he pushed in another centimeter or two.

Once he had about half his cock inside me, I felt a sharp spasm and made a yelp of pain behind the gag. Tim immediately stopped pushing, pulled back a little, and waited for the spasm to subside. I went "Mmmmmmm" and nodded to show him that it had, and he pushed in a little more.

When I turned my head, I could see the rest of the poker gang standing behind me and a bit to the side where they could get a good view of Tim's dick slowly disappearing up my ass. They all had their cocks in their hands and were pumping gently. My exhibitionist side took a perverse satisfaction in my ability to pour gasoline on their burning libidos. They had had the whole game to imagine my naked, bound body hidden in the box, and now that they could see it in front of them getting ass-reamed by Tim's cock, they were only too happy to join in spirit.

By this time, Tim was balls-deep in my ass. He reached around me to keep two fingers on my clit as he slowly started thrusting his cock in and out, his balls slapping gently against my perinium with each thrust. "God, Amber, that's so tight," he gasped as he began to pick up the pace.

As another orgasm rose, I began making "Mmpphh-mmpphh-mmpphh" noises through my nose with each thrust. When it's done right, the way Tim does it, I love anal sex. My nerve endings must be in just the right place to enjoy the sensation of having a cock up my ass. The fingers on my clit were certainly helping too.

As my pre-orgasmic noises rose in volume and speed, the wanking group moved around in front of me and picked up the pace. As usual, they were waiting for me and Tim to cum before they shot their own loads.

They didn't have to wait long. I arched up again, let loose another long, heartfelt "MMMMPPPPHHHH!" and collapsed back onto the table. Tim, who had been holding back in a gentlemanly manner until I came, gave a few quick final thrusts, grunted, and let loose a load of warm cum far up inside my body.

As soon as Tim and I were finished, the wanker squad let loose rope after rope of sticky semen all over my face and back. I think they managed to miss Tim.

I don't, frankly, find being the recipient of bukkake particularly sexy, but a lot of men, perhaps inspired by a little too much Pornhub, don't seem to think an evening is complete without spraying their cum on the object of their desires. They seem to find it even better when the woman is tied up and powerless to avoid what they seem to think is a humiliating display of their power and manliness. In fact, I'm not the least bit humiliated, just a little pissed off at how messy the whole experience is. I'd much rather they cum in my mouth so I can swallow it tidily, but that would have been a bit difficult with my mouth taped.

Once they had all shot their loads and wiped off their cocks with tissues from a box that Seth had thoughtfully provided, the guys all pitched in to start untying me. Tim held a wad of tissues against my asshole to contain the cum and lube that were beginning to ooze out, then peeled the tape off my lips. The medical-grade microfoam didn't hurt coming off half as much as I thought it would.

"Thanks, Tim," I said as soon as I could finally speak. "That was another good ride. You're a really professional asshole jockey."

"Thank you," Tim returned. "Your tight asshole beats Claire's sloppy old pussy any day."

I winced at the way he denigrated his wife's body. Tim is a great asshole jockey, but frankly, he's a shitty husband.

"Hey, don't knock sloppy old pussies," Chris teased. "They might be the perfect fit for your sloppy old cock." I smiled to myself at Chris's perfectly framed and well-deserved put-down.

"OK guys," I said. "You jokers can compare the merits of pussies and assholes all night if you like. I'm going upstairs to shower your esteemed manhood off my face and out of my hair."

Author's Note: Please leave comments to let me know what you liked or didn't like about this little jeux d'esprit.