She stood proud and straight as the watching crowd murmured, commented on the roundness of her breasts and bottom, the pink of her eager nipples, the hazy brown of her pussy.
A rope was slipped around under her arms, just above her breasts. It scraped harshly against her tender skin as it was slowly drawn tight. She was pulled back until she was pressed against the four by four. Then the rope was drawn tighter. It cut into her, rasped over her, burned her, ground her back against the rough, splintery column.
She looked over at Lois, and saw that she, too, was being cinched tight by a loop of rope. It was strung through a steel ring on the back of the column. The men each held a neatly coiled end.
They began to wrap Lois in rope. They wound it around her, owned it over her breasts. Clara watched as the harsh hemp cut into the lush, full mounds. The men criss-crossed the bindings, formed a rope bra for Lois as they bound her to the lumber. The end of the column dug into the top of her ass as she was lashed tight.
The men didn't stop until Lois was covered with loops, from her armpits to her lower belly. The ropes cut deep into her waist. Her head was pressed back against the post, and she was biting her lower lip.
The men finished, tied the ends to a second ring near the bottom of the post. When Lois shuddered, her belly tippled and her chest heaved against the unyielding coils. Her stiff, rigid nipples bulged out from between the amber hemp.
Clara felt the rope under her arms being yanked tight, and sucked in a desperate, fearful breath. Her consorts began winding the coils, began securing her to the wooden shaft. She didn't look down as the rope cut into her breasts. It angled from the top or one to the bottom of the other. Barely missing her blazing tits, it tore into the soft mounds. She inhaled sharply as the rope was pulled tight. Pressing her head back against the post, she let her lust boil upwards. She loved the pain and the helplessness and the humiliation, needed it to turn her on.
Coil after coil wound around her, dug into her, pound her back against the splintery four by four. She felt the end cut into the base of her spine.
Then, at last, they were knotting the ends behind her, and she shuddered on legs suddenly gone rubbery. She sagged gently, and felt the rope pull against her flesh, against her breasts and her armpits. She glanced down and saw her nipples protruding like little berries. She looked at Wil, and saw the hot desire in his eyes, the enjoyment of her helplessness, her torment. She wondered what would happen next.
When she looked over at Lois she found out. The blonde's attendants slipped a noose around her right ankle and fed the loose end through the ring near the bottom of the post. Slowly, they drew the length of rope tight. Lois was forced to balance on one foot as the other was hauled up behind her.
They didn't stop until her heel was against her ass. Her knee was spread outward by the tension, so her pussy was even more exposed than it had been. She teetered on one foot, and her belly and chest began to heave. Clara wondered jealously if Lois was cuming already.
A second loop was forced around Lois' other ankle. In a moment, both heels were drawn up tight against her ass and she was hanging from the four by four. Her thighs were spread wide. The shaft of wood began to turn towards Clara. Lois' red, aroused, inner cunt lips protruded from her blonde pussy.
A touch on her ankle made Clara flinch. She felt a coil of rope strangle her ankle, and braced herself as the end was drawn up behind her. She teetered precariously as her leg was pulled back until she was kicking her own ass. Then she was left without a leg to stand on. The rope cut into her as it took her weight. She heard the chain groan as the column began to turn slowly.
The combined helplessness, pain, immobility, and shame made Clara's eyes blur with tears, and her cunt drool with horniness. As she hung there, trussed up like a pig ready for slaughter, she felt her twat spasming and gushing. A raging cumming was ripping through her helpless body! She revolved slowly, felt cool air on her aroused pussy folds. She didn't care that her legs were spread wide, that everyone could see her gaping cunt.
Then she felt the men unsnapping the chain that anchored the post to the floor, and wondered what could be next. She began to swing very slowly, like a pendulum. She turned, and saw that Lois' post had also been unshackled. Then, as Clara rotated helplessly, she saw her two men release a rope from a cleat on the wall. Her post shivered, sank toward the floor.
Then, unbelievably, she felt herself begin to rise. The floor sank away beneath her as she was dragged toward the high ceiling. Something groaned ominously as she went up in a series of jerks. The post began to spin. She saw Lois rising beside her, an obscene chandelier of naked helplessness. Lois' mouth gaped open as they went higher and higher, closer and closer to the hot spot-lights that were bathing their naked bodies.
Clara was reduced to a quivering mass. She squeezed her eyes shut, tried not to look down. From below, the ceiling had looked about twenty feet high. Now, from her increasing altitude, she doubled her estimate, though she knew it wasn't possible.
"Oh, God," she moaned as she glanced up and saw the ceiling. It was less than two feet above her. The ropes dug into her, and she felt another orgasm raging through her.
"Clara?" Lois called softly.
"What?" Clara whispered, and squeezed her eyes hut.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh God, I am so scared," she whimpered, trying to clutch the post tighter. "And I love it so much I can't believe it."
"They'll lower us in just a minute," Lois assured her.
Clara kept her eyes closed against the incredible height. "I think I've cum six times already."
"Me, too," Lois answered. "But we haven't seen anything yet."
"You know what's going to happen?"
"Not all of it."
There was a yank on the rope, and Clara felt herself dropping. She screamed. The fall ended with a sudden jerk that felt like it was going to rip the ring out of the post. She heard a curse from Wil, and then she was being lowered slowly. She leaned forward and looked down.
A bench had been moved under Lois. A naked man, a stranger, was stretched out on it. His jutting cock stuck up toward the helpless woman.
A quick glance directly below confined that the same fate was awaiting Clara. She closed her eyes, and felt her cunt sizzle in anticipation.
As she was lowered down and down and down, she waited breathlessly. Then, it was there, the first touch on her pussy folds! For a tantalizing, frightening, stimulating instant she hung motionless. Then she was lowered more, and was drilled by the jutting cock. She felt it slide deep into her swing hole, gutting and stuffing her. The only point of contact between her and terra firma was a hard-on that was jamming up into her steaming cunt.
"Awww," she moaned ecstatically as she was skewered by the towering cock.
The man screwing her gripped her waist and said something softly to the men controlling her. She rose a few inches and his dick slid out of her. Then he began to fuck her, to thrust his prick up into her streaming, gaping pussy. She soared to a raging, towering orgasm as his prick pistoned in her spasming cunt. She was nearly oblivious to his orgasm, to the hosing of her insides with sperm. Then he was gone, sliding out from under her. She swung like a pendulum as cum dripped slowly from her twat.
On an order from the next man, she was lowered nearly to the floor. He didn't tell them to stop until her knees were brushing the slick wood. His cock was right in line with her mouth! The sight of his jutting tool, a shining drop of arousal hanging from its tip, made her mouth and her pussy water. Knowing what was expected of her, she licked out, managed to barely brush his cock. She felt his juices film her tongue.