The bet 2

The bet 2

Because of the embarrassment, she didn't see her friends for about 2 weeks, but then she began to see them again, although she didn't dare to ask about it. Until one afternoon, about 3 months later (i.e. today after noon), she was getting up from a little nap at about 2 o'clock in the afternoon when she felt a knock at the door. When she saw that it was Analía, María and Sofía, she knew that this afternoon she was going to have to pay the bet she had lost.

- Today is your husband's birthday? - asked Sofia. When he answered in the affirmative, Maria asked her - and he comes back from his business trip as usual at about 10:00 p.m.? - .

Carolina said yes, and then Maria replied, "Well, he's going to get the gift of a lifetime. First take off all your clothes, and then turn around with your hands behind your back.

Carolina did as she was told, and felt a pair of handcuffs being placed on her. Then they made her open her mouth and put a red rubber ball, held in place by a leather strap that they fastened with a buckle at the back of her neck.

She was then advised to go to the bathroom, which Carolina gladly took. She intended, once inside, to try to loosen the gag somewhat so that she could eventually remove it, but although she squirmed as much as she could, with her hands cuffed behind her back she could do nothing. So she went to the bathroom and then came out.

When she returned to her friends, they ordered her to kneel, legs wide apart. A light breeze was blowing through the room, and it was blowing into her vagina because the position meant that her pussy lips were wide apart. In that position she watched as they cleaned Hector's (her husband) desk until it was empty. She also watched as they tied two chains, one to each of the back legs of the desk. She didn't like it at all, and started to protest, but all that came out of her mouth was a series of mmHmms that only made her friends laugh and made the saliva, which was piling up in her mouth because the ball wouldn't allow her to swallow, run down her chin first and then her tits. She felt so humiliated that she kept quiet.

Between the three friends they helped her onto the table, and placed her face down with her legs wide open. She felt steel rings being passed through her feet to her knees, and then chains were hooked to the legs of the tables, forcing her to stand with her legs open, her knees wide apart, exposing her pussy and ass to anyone who wanted to see. Then they put a leather collar with several rings and fastened with a little padlock. They released one of her hands, put the wife through a ring on the belt and cuffed her again. In this way her hands were just where her ass began, and she could not move them up or down. Then between the three of them they lifted her torso, and while her tits were hanging down (Sofia took the opportunity to pinch her right nipple), Analía put the chains that went from the collar to the steel rings on her knees. When they lowered her down Carolina tried to slide down to lie face down on the table, but the chains between the collar and her legs tightened and she was in a tripod position, pillowed on her forehead, knees and knees@, with her ass well up and her tits resting on the table. Stomach about 6 inches from the table, pussy and anus wide open and exposed.

Finally they put the chain that went from the front of the table to her necklace, to prevent her from sliding backwards.

- I don't know about you, but we're going to love this," said Analía, as she stuck a vibrator in her pussy. Then she called her other friends and told them, "come and see what I have here, in the bag".

While they left her alone Carolina shook her ass up and down and sideways to try to get the vibrator out, but because of the position, to get it out she had to slide it up, it stayed where it was. So when her friends returned, Carolina was still on her ass with the vibrator in her pussy, but with her wrists sore from the handcuffs.

- Look what you're going to enjoy now," Analía told her. Carolina opened her eyes wide and started squirming and trying to get loose, but she only managed to get the handcuffs on her wrists and drool all over herself. Droplets of perspiration ran down her forehead and thighs. She tugged hard on the leg chains, marking her thigh muscles and making her already beautiful legs more attractive. Her tits bounced against the table and left traces of perspiration on the wooden surface of the table.

- Calm down," Maria said as she slapped her ass, which left it red for a long time.

What he had been shown was an anal plug, about 8 cm long, and about 4 cm at its widest part. At its narrowest part it must have measured about 2 cm. Carolina had never seen one, and didn't even know they existed. But when she saw it, she immediately knew what it was. She realized that once it went in, (if it went in at all) once the widest part was past the sphincter, it would close (or try to close) around the narrowest part, and there would be no way to get it out except by helping with her hand.

Analía took out a rubber glove and a tube of lubricating gel and slowly, barely caressing her, lubricated her anus, even sticking a finger in her ass. - We are your friends and we don't want you to hurt more than necessary - she said amidst the giggles of the three of us.

Then he brought the tip of the plug close to her anus and began to push. Carolina instinctively pulled as far forward as she could, until the collar was stuck in her neck and the steel rings in her legs. But the chains did their job and kept Carolina's legs wide open, and her ass well up, unable to change the tripod position.

- At the sex-shop they told us that this fits a virgin ass like yours without breaking anything," her friends told her with a giggle.

Between the gel, Analía's strength and the fact that the position made her anus half open, little by little the plug was invading her. Carolina felt her anal sphincter distending, millimeter by millimeter, stitch by stitch. After a few seconds (but hours for Carolina), she passed the widest part and suddenly and with the help of her own muscles, the rest of the plug slipped inside her. Only the back end remained outside, a disk about 6 cm in diameter designed to prevent the entire plug from penetrating her.

Carlina wanted to squirm and break the chains and scream for release, but the pain in her ass kept her immobile, barely daring to breathe.

She heard some preparations being made by her friends, without understanding them. About 5 minutes later, her body got a little used to that foreign object inside her and she resigned herself to the fact that both the plug in her ass and the vibrator in her pussy were going to stay there until someone took them out. The position she had been chained in made it impossible for them to slide out of her on their own.

But just in case, when her friends returned, they placed a leather strap about an inch wide, tightly fastened between her labia majora and ass crack, and held the plug and the vibrator firmly in place.

She felt her ankles being chained together, crossed, and her knees bent until only her knees touched the table, and her heels touched her ass. Then a chain to the leather belt kept her legs bent in that uncomfortable position.

Next, her friends brought two small chains joined together by a small box. One end was attached to the back of the table, and the other to the collar around Carolina's neck, which was held by Maria and Sofia in such a way that the chains between her knees and neck were loose, bringing her shoulders closer to her knees. Then, her ass was lifted higher, and her tits no longer rested on the table, barely touching her nipples.

- Slide forward," Maria ordered her. Carolina obeyed, but before the chains between her knees tightened, the house alarm began to sound as the chain tightened and the box opened.

Her friends turned off the alarm before it attracted the attention of the neighbors, put the remote control back in the box, explained to her that the length of the chain was such that before the chains between her knees and the necklace were tightened, the box would open and the alarm would sound, put it back and told her (with a giggle):

- We now have to go because we are busy, if we can we come before ten o'clock (more giggles). Anyway, at that time your hubby arrives and I'm sure he loves to let you go. And if for some reason you need to get loose earlier, stretch, set the alarm, and I'm sure your neighbors will gladly help you out (frank laughter, now). To keep you entertained, every two hours the vibrator will turn on. Bye -

Cristina could see a clock showing 4:00 p.m. At first she stayed still, trusting that her friends would come to let her go, but as the minutes passed she became more and more convinced that her friends really intended to leave her in that situation, so that Hector would be the one to find her. By the time 5 p.m. rolled around, she was furious and the timer went off and the vibrator started working. It tickled more than anything else, a little uncomfortably but nothing more. Within the general discomfort (the handcuffs were digging into her wrists, the belt was tight, her legs were stiff from the position and she had to keep all her muscles tense to avoid slipping and thus opening the box), the vibrator was the least of it. She started to try loosening up, seeing if she could get one hand free, but straining on the belt only made the leather strap between her ass cheeks tighter and pulled the vibrator and plug further in. She tried to see if she could release one ankle, but she forced her legs and only managed to slide forward a little bit. With great effort she returned to the original position, thus releasing the chain with the box, and tried to sit up, but the chain that went from the collar to the front of the table prevented her from doing so.

She looked at the clock and it was about 5:15. With surprise he noticed that he began to feel a warm sensation between his legs. With disgust she realized that her body was beginning to respond, against her will, to the vibrator. About 15 minutes later she was all wet and juices were running down to her navel. She tried to restrain herself but the reflex was stronger and she had an orgasm like she hadn't had in a long time. Cristina cried bitterly, feeling ashamed of herself for having felt pleasure in such an undignified situation. With even more surprise she noticed that her body began to respond once again. She began to writhe desperately trying to break free from her bonds, until a powerful orgasm hit her. AAAAAAAAAhhhhhh, AAAAhhhhhh sighed Carolina behind the gag, as spasms of pleasure coursed through her body. Her back was adorned with droplets of perspiration, her ass was also covered with perspiration, the labia majora and labia minora covered with her juices. But the droplets gathered into larger droplets that ran first between her ass cheeks (under the leather strap), down her thighs to her knees. And with each sigh she expelled the drool that gathered in her mouth due to the impossibility of swallowing, and with so much lubrication she began to slip, to go forward.

Frantic, she tried to avoid it, tensing herself up, tensing all of her muscles, further highlighting her characteristic of being a magnificent female. First she managed not to slip any further and was recovering her position when she felt the spasms of the third orgasm. With each spasm the chain tightened a little more. She imagined the alarm going off, and a few minutes later someone entering the house, hopefully an unknown policeman, or worse, a neighbor. She knew that the magnitude of her humiliation would only be comparable to the spectacle it would provide. Because even if the one who entered was a good man, who regretted his situation, he was aware that the first feeling would be one of pleasure. There was no other reaction to seeing a completely naked woman, her legs wide open, her anus and her womanhood grossly visible, due to the position the chains forced her to adopt, kneeling, her ass standing straight up and her head resting on the table, her full, firm, magnificent tits hanging out, her hands chained behind her back.

She became really aware of the humiliation she was going to be exposed to, the wait of minutes perhaps, but which would be hours for her, while they found a way to release her, to unchain her, to remove the objects that were invading and humiliating her. She realized there was no way she wouldn't have to stay in that undignified position for some time with strangers in the room. If she was lucky someone would notice to cover her first and if not she would have to suffer the stares of her rescuers, each of which would hurt like a stab wound.

With a superhuman effort, almost tearing her abdominal muscles, she managed to adopt the tripod position again, with her nipples barely touching the table, the position that made the little chain with the box not tense. Simultaneously the timer turned off the vibrator.

Tears of bitterness filled her cheeks, as she thought she was glad she had been able to adopt a position (legs wide apart, on her knees and face, ass wide open), that not even in her worst nightmares did she think she would have to endure.

The tingling sensation in her vagina made her abandon her thoughts. It was already 9 p.m. and the vibrator started to work.

Carolina sighed, with infinite care shifted the support from the right side to the left side of her face, and tried to relax. She had to avoid having another orgasm. But she was so excited. It was just that the rubbing of her nipples on the table and the irritation of the plug and vibrator in her ass and vagina were stronger than her will. Somehow she held out for about 15 minutes, but from then on her pussy started to get wetter and wetter. The juices immediately ran down to her navel and from there dripped onto the table. Even though they were already wide open, she spread her knees a little apart, looking for a drier area of the table. She pulled back as far as she could, trying to raise her ass as much as possible, looking for a more stable position. Besides, that way her pussy opened up a little more and she felt the vibrator a little less. She spit as far as she could the saliva that filled her mouth as far as possible to the right and switched to the left. And then came the first one. A full, violent orgasm that made her shake and shudder and moan behind the rubber ball in her mouth. She couldn't believe that she had in that degrading situation such a good orgasm as she rarely got while having sex with her husband. The drool on her face joined her tears, of rage, of frustration, of shame. And the second one came, fortunately less intense, because the pain in her groin, due to her spread legs, softened it a little. Reluctantly, she pulled them together a little, because she knew that if she didn't, she ran the risk of cramping and setting off the alarm.

A little more comfortable, she felt herself beginning to have another orgasm. It was the third of the hour (and the ninth of the day, 3 at 5, 3 at 7). Another full orgasm, her anus contracted against the plug, her vagina squeezed the vibrator, she gasped loudly, spitting and choking on saliva, bathing the table and her body with perspiration. The spasms of her arms and legs rhythmically tightened and loosened the chains, which jingled to the rhythm of her moans drowned out by the gag.

Somehow she avoided stretching, straining the chain that would open the little box and set off the alarm.

But each orgasm left her laxer, less strong to hold the position. Besides, the table is soaked with sweat, tears, saliva and vaginal juices, slippery as if it were greased.

It's already 9:35, but 10 minutes is enough time for the vibrator to give Carolina another orgasm.

She delayed it by deliberately straining her wrists with the handcuffs, straining her thighs to hurt her ankles, pressing her anus against the plug to feel pain, dislocating her jaw against the rubber ball. And the orgasm came, but weak from the pain, though it still left her on the brink of disaster, her knees wide apart, too wide, and the little box on the verge of opening. She knew this because that first time her friends made her stretch, to test if the box would open, she felt that at the very moment the box opened, her tits rested full against the table, and now her nipples were fully resting on the table, not just rubbing against it as when the chain was loose.

She stayed still for a long time, hardly breathing, so as not to move, waiting for the heating in the house to dry the table a little, to settle a little better, waiting for Hector.

She has no hope of letting go. She knows that her only alternative is for someone to find her in this humiliating position. She knows that her friends have left her alone, so that Hector will be the one to find her or that in desperation, he will set off the alarm and her neighbors will find her. The fact that Hector finds her does not worry her, she has already, on some night of passion, exposed her sexual organs in front of him, to drive him crazy, but she is terrified that an acquaintance will see her in that situation, not only obscenely open-legged, but penetrated in anus, mouth and vagina. And the embarrassment of having to endure being examined, as they will no doubt have to do to find out how to release her. And the contact of strange hands, loosening her bonds, yes, but also touching intimate areas that have only felt the contact so far of a few lovers. Surely first they take off her handcuffs, which is the easiest and most exposed to the eye, while the chains force her to be ass up and head down, with her legs open and her tits hanging out. Then she may be released from the collar, so she will be able to sit up, but her vagina will still be exposed due to her knees wide apart. Will someone remove her plug and vibrator, or will they allow her to keep some self-respect by allowing her to remove them from herself?

Carolina pushes those ideas out of her head. The imminence of Hector's arrival gives her strength, she knows she is perfectly capable of resisting for a few more minutes the objects that invade her, the position that degrades her, the stiff muscles.

It is now 9:55 a.m. Carolina listens carefully to all the noises, expecting to hear the key in the door, Hector's footsteps in the hall. But instead, the answering machine with Hector's voice informs her that he loves her, misses her, but that the business trip has been delayed, that until 8:00 the next morning, he can't be home.

From outside the house it is impossible to perceive that Carolina is howling with all her strength, in an agonizing scream but muffled by the gag, which expels the saliva that fills her mouth between the rubber ball and her lips, an infrahuman scream, which hurts her throat and makes her turn blue, which lasts until she runs out of breath and restarts with a new breath of air. The muscles of her arms and legs are completely contracted, trying uselessly to free herself from her metallic bonds, which cruelly dig into her flesh, marking her skin. Her anus and vagina distended by the objects that invade her, her aching body asks her to stretch, to seek release by asking for help through the alarm, but her modesty prevents her from doing so, forcing her to maintain the torturing position, to endure the pain rather than submit to the humiliation of being seen in this way by strange eyes.

To be continued .......