You lift my weak body by the arms and lead me over to the futon, which has already been pulled out. You lay me down on my back and I notice that there are already ties attached to the ends.
I feel as both of my arms and legs are pulled wide and attached to the corners of the bed. I feel very vulnerable, a feeling that is only increased when I feel the blindfold slip over my eyes, and darkness overtakes me.
I feel nothing for quite a while, and wonder if you and all of your friends plan to leave me tied up like this all evening. I begin to whimper softly and hear laughter in return.
I realize you are all still in the room, just watching me lay there, naked and bound. "Glad you are enjoying my torment," I think.
Torment, I think? Has this really been torment for me? Despite the pain and humiliation, I have enjoyed the evening at the hands of you and your groomsmen. How is that possible?
My thoughts are interrupted suddenly as I feel hands on my body. I try to count how many, but I cannot, and I just assume it is all of you. The unknown hands glide all over my body, sending waves of pleasure over me.
I feel hands on my breasts, stomach, thighs, ass, arms, even my wet pussy. I cannot tell who is touching me where, and somehow that turns me on even more.
I feel whatever hands were on my pussy leave, and a rather large vibrator enter me a second later. I do not know where this vibrator came from, because it is not mine or yours. Someone is fucking me, slowly and gently, with this intruder, while the rest of the hands continue their dance on my body. I moan in pure pleasure.