More Molly Pt 10

Molly's day was not over yet. When they arrived home with the new dogs, Rob was busy preparing for a night of events. It seemed the master's were throwing a party in Tricia's honour. All their friends were being invited, and Tricia was expected to please each and every one. Molly, on the other hand, would take a back seat in this event. So as not to take any cocks away from the new slave, Molly would simply "decorate" the room.

Tricia silently voiced her fears to her fellow slave. Would she be able to live up to their expectations? Would she be able to take all who wanted to use her? Molly was sensitive to the other girl's concerns, but had some of her own as well. She had decorated a table once, and that night was very clear in her memories. Being a decoration wasn't always an easy task either!

"Come slave, it is time to decorate." Marcus announced, and there was no more time to think further. He led her into the great room where their visitors would gather. There, she could see that the V seated chair Tricia had once been tied to was prepared at the side of the room. On the base of the V a double dildo was securely fastened, having one very intimidating protrusion in the front and a smaller one in the back.

Marcus slathered Molly's ass and the dildo with lubricant and ordered her to lower herself over it. The large one was to fill her cunt, and the smaller one was to be forced into her ass. She imagined they were to stay there as long as the party lasted.

"Don't waste my time, cunt!" Marcus barked at her. "After seeing that stallion ride you this morning, I have no doubt this little cock dildo will fit in you just fine!"

Molly gulped. The dildo felt just as big as the horse had! Carefully she pushed further, and eventually was able to rest herself on the seat of the chair, both holes extremely filled. Marcus began to prepare her further as soon as she stopped moving.

Her knees were securely tied to the arms of the V seat, so that her cunt, with the huge dildo inside it, was clearly visible. Next, her arms were tied behind the back of the chair, both at the wrists and elbows, so that her back was forced into a perfectly straight position. Marcus smiled down at her and traced his fingers around the base of her tits.

"I would tie them, my pet, but the party will last much too long for that. Tits cannot withstand being tied for that many hours." He gave a sideways glance to Tricia, who was allowed the luxury of lounging on the couch as preparations were being made. Molly knew he was imagining the upcoming hours and hours of use the new slave was going to be treated to. He returned his attentions to his own slave presently, and gave her nipples a tight pinch.

"I have plans for these however." he said, glancing at his watch. "Hmm, they will be arriving any minute, I don't think it is too soon to continue. I do want you to see what I have rigged up for these nipples before you're succumbed by blackness."

Molly wondered what he meant by blackness, but did not question him. Instead, she watched closely as he lifted up a clamp and chain with two round metal balls hanging from it. She noticed there was also a fine cord of some kind leading from the balls, and trailing off somewhere under the chair. Carefully he aligned the first clamp over her nipple and then pinched it closed and let the balls drop. Molly winced at the tug on her nipple, and Marcus smiled. He wasted no time in attaching a second of the same to the other nipple, then stood back and crossed his arms.

"Now." He said. "The clamps will feel quite nice on their own, I'm sure, and the weight makes it even more enjoyable, but you know that after a length of time it all begins to feel the same. I know how much you love those painful nipples being jerked on, so how about adding a little excitement hmm?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking Molly noticed that each bottom ball that had until then been suspended about two inches below the top balls, lifted themselves upwards until they were stuck to the balls above them. She watched this, then looked up at her master, who was now smiling wickedly. Instantly the balls dropped again, giving her clamped nipples a tight jerk. Marcus laughed at her gasp of pain.

"Magnets my dear pet." He said. "The top balls are electric magnets. They are set to turn on and off at random. You will never know when they will lift, nor how long they will stay up before they drop once again. I plan to enjoy this little floorshow."

Just then the doorbell rang, spurring him into action. As Tricia went to answer the door Marcus quickly placed earplugs into Molly's ears, then began fitting a leather hood over her head. The hood covered her right down to her neck, with only mouth and nostril openings. Her hair was tucked up inside as well and the hood was zipped snugly around her. She could neither see, nor hear, and her face could not be seen. Her identity was completely concealed, and the events around her were effectively kept from her. She would never know who was in the room, or what was about to happen to her at any given time.

Molly felt a sudden rush of fear mixed with excitement. She had never felt this completely out of control before. Though she trusted Marcus implicitly, it was still an eery feeling to be so completely at his mercy. For all she knew, they could all pack up and leave the house for hours leaving her alone like this, or a hundred men could fuck Tricia right in front of her, or they could have her family in for dinner! Only her sense of smell and feel were going to be of any use to her at all for the next few hours.


Tricia glanced at Marcus, received his nod, and opened the door. The first of the guests were ushered inside by the naked slave, their eyes taking in her body, their imaginings of things to come being given a good kick-start. Marcus welcomed them, and introduced Rob to those he did not already know. No attention was paid to Tricia at all, save for the lurid stares she received each time she answered the doorbell. The guests mingled around, commenting on the decoration Marcus had chosen for the evening, and socialized with each other. Just when Tricia was beginning to wonder if the evening was to be merely an exercise in humiliation, however, Rob called her into the middle fo the room.

"Crawl here." He commanded casually, and she immediately dropped to her knees and crawled into the center of what had become quite a large crowd of men. Instead of praising her or gallantly offering her to their guests, Rob left her there and sauntered off to the side and took a seat in a comfortable chair and picked up a magazine.

"Do a good job of her, won't you boys?" he said off-handedly, as he began to flip the pages of the magazine. Tricia blushed. Whereas Molly had learned by now that to be ignored by one's master in this way was usually part of the plot, Tricia was too new to realize this. She was beginning to feel hurt from his neglect of her and felt her eyes stinging with unshed tears.

No time for her to think about it, however, as no sooner had Rob spoke, than two men had approached the naked slave and wasted no time in penetrating her cunt and mouth. They used her eagerly, and groaned loudly when they filled her. She sucked as hungrily as she could, making sure not a drop of cum escaped her lips, all the while taking glances at her master, who, to her chagrin, never lifted his eyes off the pages of the magazine.

The evening progressed with Tricia being taken in all of her holes, one, two, and even three men at a time. She became the center of a free-for-all orgy as a matter of fact, and at one point she was straddling one cock in her cunt, sucking on another, stroking off two more, and having her tits sucked by two other men, while many more waited in the wings stroking their raging hard-ons. She whimpered helplessly as her cunt screamed to be allowed to cum, but Rob slowly leafed through the magazines paying her no attention at all.

At least, that was what she thought. While Rob pretended to ignore her, Marcus smiled from his vantage point at the side of the room. Indeed, the humiliation was working! Finally Rob tossed the magazine on the table, in a manner that seemed to indicate he was bored with it, and stretched, giving Tricia a casual glance.

"Entertain them for me now will you, slut?" he said to her. "Let your fucked cunt go and give them a nice show." Finally he gave her a smile, and she let out a long moan as she finally allowed the bottled up orgasm to flow freely. The men were delighted, and shot their cum into her. Some who had been waiting, could hold out no longer, and moved in close so they could cover her nakedness with their cream. Some who had just come, moved out of the way to let others take their place and sauntered off to watch the balls dropping and jerking Molly's nipples while Tricia was hammered by new hard cocks.

The night wore on, and by the end of it all Tricia had been fucked more times than she could count, not one of the guests leaving having used her only once. She was breathless, exhausted, and drenched in cum both inside and out. Rob finally walked over to her and slowly wiped some cum off her face with his finger and allowed her to lick it off.

"Excellent my slave." He smiled at her. "You have pleased me immensely this night. So glad am I to own an insatiable cumstarved slut such as yourself."

She smiled back at him. At last she realized what had happened, and she was beaming with pride that she had pleased her master so much, despite having thought he didn't care what was happening to her. Her exhaustion didn't matter any more, and when he pulled out his rock hard, straining cock for her, she did not hesitate to devour it and milk it for its beloved cum. This was the cock she worshiped, and she would do anything to see it satisfied.