Darkness enveloped her completely. She stood still, focused on her breathing. Deep, slow breaths. In and out. Gradually she allowed her other senses to begin to take over. But she heard nothing, smelled nothing, tasted nothing, yet raised her fingers to touch the velvety blindfold that kept her still and silent. She merely waited.

Finally she heard footsteps approaching. Was it only one set or several? She couldn’t quite tell. Then she knew she wasn’t alone. This should’ve scared her. She’d never done anything like this before but Emile had assured her she would be quite safe. She wasn’t food, merely prey to be toyed with. She gave a sudden start as she felt fingernails glide down her back slowly, with just enough pressure for her to know that they were quite sharp. Then a familiar smell came to her and she turned her head in the direction, knowing it was Emile’s cologne. A hand, his she thought, touched her face and his words whispered only for her to hear. “Relax ma chérie. This will be about both your pleasure and ours. Nothing more.” And his lips trailed down her throat sensuously, letting her feel the faintest touch of his teeth and she shuddered. But now she knew for certain that there were multiple…people, she guessed, in the room with her.

Her breathing settled once more as she stood there and heard the soft murmurs of conversation around her, both in English and in scattered French. It seems there was some argument over how to use the pretty girl whom Emile had so generously provided for them. The waiting was driving her a little crazy and she felt the wetness between her thighs only increase. The press of bodies surrounded her now, touching her fair skin, running fingers through her dark brown hair and a voice mused about the color of her unseen eyes. Someone drew her hands behind her and held them there as she felt lips press to hers for a kiss. More hands reached for her flesh, caressing everywhere, except for the spot she most wished they would touch.

Shortly they tired of merely touching and kissing and her hands were released as she was guided to her knees on the soft floor. A soft moan escaped her as she felt more submissive than ever, surrounded by this small crowd who could easily hurt her, but were choosing not to. With a sudden start she realized she wanted to feel Emile’s lips and teeth against her neck, sinking into her skin while they all watched. She whispered his name. He was at her side in a flash and she hastily communicated her desire in a hoarse whisper that they all heard and smiled at. Emile’s lipped brushed against her neck again. “Soon…but first, be a good little plaything for everyone.” And soft laughter rang out as the first of many cunts and cocks found their way to her waiting mouth. She moaned for them and writhed and grew wetter with each passing moment. When she went to reach between her legs she was stopped with a gentle admonishment and gentler hands. “Don’t make us bind you,” came a delightful, feminine voice.

There was a brief argument over who would fuck her first and finally a coin was flipped to avoid an old fashioned duel to the undeath. They bent her forward and she sighed with pleasure as she felt two fingers sink into her cunt before being replaced in a slow stroke by a hard cock that fucked her mercilessly. His hands held her hips and someone else tweaked at her nipples roughly, pulling her further towards the floor. As she leaned down and tilted he body against her unknown lover she could smell the wet cunt near her face and brought her lips down to it sucking and licking hungrily as she was fucked from behind. She lost herself in these sensations and her own orgasm came as a surprise to her. It washed though her body as she was fucked harder and hard. She squirmed and clenched against it, only wanting more now and she got exactly that as the woman at her mouth came hard with a soft scream and coated her face. Someone else knelt down for a kiss and licked her face to taste the juices left there by her female lover. And then the man behind her slammed his hips into hers brutally and she felt him come with a roar of pleasure.

It became a blur after that as she was fucked sometimes in her pussy, sometimes not, as she tasted the uniqueness of the different women and men in the room. Through it all Emile was there with her petting her hair, reminding her who she belonged to, and teasing her about undoing the blindfold. She begged him not to, her natural shyness for a moment overriding her pleasure. He gave a laugh and assured her he would not.

And as the fucking and sucking and licking and tasting all came to an end; as both she and her multiple partners were spent Emile kissed her hard and fierce. “Je suis fier de toi ma chérie.’’ He pulled her up against him holding her close while she was begging him for what she wanted. There was a collective sigh in the room at her words and Emile swore softly. He hadn’t wanted to do it like this, but knew that in his heart of hearts he could deny her nothing. He kissed her again, gathering her fully into his lap where she wrapped her arms around him tugging gently so she didn’t lose her nerve.

She felt his lips on her neck and closed her eyes behind the blindfold, waiting to feel the sharp pain she expected. Instead he merely sucked gently at her skin tasting her, feeling her pulse beat and settled her so they were lying together on the carpet. Once he had her just so he reached his hand down her body, traced her clit with a finger over and over until she was writhing and thrusting her hips into his hand. With no warning his fingers found their way into her dripping cunt and as she orgasmed for what seemed like the millionth time that night, he bit down. She felt a tiny sting through the haze of pleasure and then a curious sensation of pulling at her neck that made her moan. Her body rode his fingers as he took his fill of his beauty as his peers looked on, some enviously, but mostly just appreciative of the spectacle before them. With a soft kiss to the wound he pulled away from her and stroked her hair as she lay sated on the carpet. Shooing the others away he waited a moment before slowly removing her blindfold and smiled at her, his lips blood red and his eyes dancing.