The van pulled into a warehouse that was about 1000 square feet. The garage door closed behind them, and Kristina found herself alone with the six boys. One of them pulled the thong off her head so she could see again, and the six of them filed out of the van, pulling her with them. It was dark, and Kristina could not make out much of anything that was not directly in front of her.
Several of the boys set to stripping her down.
"Hands above your head," one of them ordered.
She immediately obeyed. They pulled her tank top up over her head and unhooked her bra. One of the black guys held her hands tight while the Asian guy applied a pair of leather cuffs to her wrists. As they were attached, one of the Hispanic guys grabbed the butt plug in her mouth and said "open." Kristina allowed him to pull out the plug.
Near the entrance, someone flicked on a light, and the entire warehouse flooded with brightness. As Kristina's eyes adjusted, she noticed a a few chairs, a table with a variety of utensils on it, and a filthy, raggedy, stained mattress.
But the boys were pulling her to a pair of posts in the middle of the room. The top of the posts were connected by a chain, and from the chain extended a metal hook.
Before she even knew what was happening, the boys had her leather cuffs attached to the hook, and they pulled her up until the heels of her feet came off the ground. She was now quite a sight to behold. This beautiful, perky brunette hanging from her hands, completely bare, her sweet, supple breasts proudly introducing themselves to the room.
"Guys, you don't have to do this. I will willing let you all fuck me," she said, secretly craving the roughness but ashamed to say it out loud.
"Come on now, sweet Kristina. You trust us enough to let us take you somewhere and gang bang you, but you don't trust us enough to tie you up?"
"You aren't going to hurt me, are you?" she asked coyly, half hoping the answer was yes.
"No, of course not..." answered the white guy.
"Well," reconsidered one of the Latinos, "We're not going to kill you, anyway."
All the guys laughed while Kristina squirmed in her bonds. While her subconscious might have been hoping for a degrading fuck fest, she knew that she did not know these guys very well, and she did not know what they were capable of. They could do whatever they wanted to her, and she might not enjoy it.
One of the black men came up directly in front of her.
"Besides," he said, "We have unfinished business."
Kristina looked up into his face for the first time and realized it was Chavar. She remembered his enormous cock from Marci's dorm room.
"I never got a shot at that ass. Tonight, we fix that."
He and all the other guys stripped themselves naked. Chavar was only semi erect, but he was still as big as either Brandon or Tony. He inched his way against her and stuck his elephant trunk between her legs. He did not push up into her pussy, but rather let it rest beneath it, teasing her and she squirmed around it.
Kristina noticed the Asian guy pick up a long, wooden paddle from the table and walk behind her. Her nerves started to get the best of her, and even as her pussy juiced on Chavar's monster cock, she pleaded for mercy.
"Please," she whimpered. "Take it easy on me."
"Sluts like you deserve to be punished," the paddler responded. And with that, he reared back and slapped the paddle on her bare ass. She gasped as the sound of wood on flesh echoed throughout the warehouse. Her pussy ground up the length of Chavar's shaft as she swung forward in response.
Chavar grinned right into her face as she swung back, covering his cock in shimmering juices. Another slap, and the whole process repeated itself. Kristina was completely at their mercy, enduring both the searing pain of the paddle and the pleasure of Chavar's dick nestled against her pussy. All of the guys had jerked their cocks to full attention and were turned on by her face, almost resisting the pleasure out of shame.
Kristina's nipples brushed against Chavar's chest hair as he stood stoically in front of her. As they rubbed, they extended and hardened, becoming increasingly sensitive. From the table where they grabbed the paddle, one of the Latinos grabbed a pair of nipple clamps and brought them over.
"Here you go, chica. Lets try these on for size," he slithered.
"Noooo!!" Kristina pleaded as the first one fastened into place on her right nipple. She watched in horror as he clipped the left one on, crushing her flesh between the clamp and her stud piercing.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!!" she screamed into the echoic room, much to the delight of the boys.
"Too tight?" the Latino asked.
She nodded, biting her lip and clenching her eyes.
"Too bad. Get used to it."
Kristina's breaths quickened as she tried to grow accustomed to the pain. She was distracted only by the dick between her legs and the steady pounding of the paddle on her ass. She noticed a rhythm to his smacks, each separated by about five seconds, and began successfully timing them. Just before each swing, she would clench her butt cheeks together, easing the sting.
The tightness this brought to her thighs made Chavar rock hard, but there was no way he was going to cum this early. As he grew, his cock head brushed against the opening to Kristina's pussy. As the next smack came down on her ass, she raised her feet off the ground, supported only by the cuffs, and wrapped her legs around Chavar's waist. The thrust of the paddle helped push her pussy about three inches down his cock.
The guys were all amazed by her ability and desire to fuck even through all the torture. They could not wait to get their dicks in her, but still loved watching the show in front of them.
Kristina tried to tilt her head forward and lock lips with Chavar, but he just laughed. He reached behind her and pulled her hair down, forcing her head back so that she was staring up at the ceiling. With his other hand, he tapped the chain between her nipple clamps, distending them further and causing her to yelp.
