One of the guys, or maybe the bar tender, cuts the cord, triple bags the sprog and it gets dropped right down the trash chute, end of story. The girl that drops it now gets to rejoin our group, and so it goes. Life goes on, but the sprog’s done, so she’s free to be a party girl again. I’ve dropped 3 since I joined my stockbroker friends just over four years ago, and it was scary but cool.

Anyway, we were 4 or 5 nights into one of these exciting ‘time of month’ ‘kill the fucking bunny’ games where we were all getting team-fucked when a couple of the guys came in and said the game was off, because they’d just found something way more exciting, and they needed as many of us as possible to take part.

They told us they’d met these really rich dudes who they found were throwing a terrific party, and they needed to have girls like us who liked to party, and who weren’t prudes, but who were just looking for a good time, girls who were really into satisfying the lust of their clits. I was in.

The guys told us these new guys they’d met were really rich, and what they said they needed was solid girls who weren’t afraid to show their goods, weren’t afraid of some fun rope games, were well built broads with a great set of tits, just like us, and we were told they were going to pay 4 grand to any girls they liked, girls who really wanted to participate, just for one night, and they would pay us in advance.

They told us those new guys had bought some really cool sex toys, and they needed to use them for real with willing ladies. I love using fun sex toys, almost as much as I like fucking. Hey, that’s not true, I like fucking a lot better, but hot sex toys are always fun. The new guys had stipulated they needed only voluptuous girls with a hot torso like us, no skinny cunts or fatties. We’d be perfect.

I’ve got a really cool figure with big firm tits, a sexy rounded tummy, which I think I got from the 3 party pregnancies I had, but guys love it, and I have a gorgeous cunt, which really looks outrageous when I’m feeling hot. I’m not a mother or anything, because the pups I popped all went down the trash chute, so I’m totally free to be a full-time sex party girl again.

Ever since I got my stimulating clit clip put on, I feel hot all the time. Like I’m almost always having a fucking orgasm. Just walking stimulates me, and when my clit starts to swell, the damned clip just works better and better, those tiny teeth do their thing, and a rush of orgasms start, and they just keep on coming. I think if every girl had one of these clit clips, there’d be no more war, because all the guys would be fucking us continually, if we had our way.

But what I was saying about these new guys, they had free booze, as much grass as we could smoke and rows of top quality snow for everybody. Our guys promised us all the girls who took part in their party would get fully paid in cash as soon as we got there.

All we’d have to do was get ourselves naked, look super sexy, show our amazing hairless cunts, play some of their simple bondage games, use their new sex toys, and get ourselves seriously fucked by lots of guys. That’s what the guys told us these new guys needed from some great cunts. It sounded terrific to me, and I was in. I’m a true party girl.

So were most of the others, my young girlfriends. We all bundled into two cars, all nine of us, and the guys took us to this party. It was in a posh high-end district, and up in a penthouse suite that took the whole top floor. The suite was really cool, overlooking Central Park, and with the most incredible bar I’d ever seen, with everything a girl could need to put on a serious high.

We parked our clothes in a sitting room right by the private elevator, keeping on only our heels and jewelry. We also wore perfume, including some up our cunt, because the last thing a guy wants is to fuck a stinking pussy. The guys who brought us didn’t come in, but that was no problem; we had more than 50 horny guys there to take good care of us.

They gave us each four $1,000 bills, which we put in our purses right away, and left them with our clothes in the sitting room. We couldn’t keep the money with us, because we were all stark naked, unless we put it in our shoes, which might come off in the heat of action. One sixteen-year-old girl put the bills under her soles on open-toed 6 inch mules, which I thought was foolish, because she wanted to keep the money close. She was a stupid cunt.

The guys at the party checked us out with their hands on our breasts and fingers in our cunts and into our bumholes to make sure we weren’t too shy for what they needed. Living where we did, we all passed. One of the guys put his finger on my clit clip, without knowing it, and stimulated a micro-erection of my active little love bud. I felt it move, and the knot came to my gut. This was going to be a great night.

The place was fantastic. Ceilings were all 16 feet high, and the windows went right to the floor. I saw a row of big hooks anchored in the ceiling, and wondered what they could be for. The windows were one-way glass, which looked black from the outside, but with an amazing view of mid-Manhattan and Central Park from inside. I recognized two of the guys as Broadway stars, and there were also famous guys, actors I’d seen on TV.

This was a party for the wealthy and famous, and I was feeling really lucky to be part of it. Nine of us had bought in, and that meant they put out $36 grand for us. This alone told me these really had to be rich guys. They started by taking us into the laundry room, which was huge, but everything in this amazing penthouse is bigger than I’d ever seen.

They had a big tub we had to squat over after they stuck a hose with a special nozzle up our assholes, to flush us out. The said these were going to be clean games, and they didn’t need us dirtying things by leaving bits of our shit on their cocks, and they also didn’t want to deal with the stink.

That made good sense to me, and after we had all been flushed deeply with warm water 3 times, soapy at first and then just straight from the tap, the water came squirting out of our puckered assholes clean enough to drink. Hey, I’m kidding. That’s just a figure of speech. I commented to one of the guys that we now had the cleanest guts in New York. He grinned, and said that was just what they needed.

He told me that having clean intestines was exactly the purpose of the total gut flushing. They’d used a lot of water, with quite a bit of pressure, and I think it must have gone all the way up to our stomachs. I’d never been subjected to that kind of deep cleaning before, and although the pressure inside me was intense, I found it felt interesting.

As soon as we were all cleaned inside, they treated us to three long rows of snow. It was amazingly good shit, and it really brightened us up. They told us right up front that some of us were snorting cornstarch with just a tinkle of coke in it to disguise that, as an experiment, but didn’t tell us what their so called experiment was all about.

They said they just wanted to see what kind of difference it made. Whatever. It was sort of fun, trying to guess if we were getting the real thing or just some fake shit. It smelled right, and it made me feel relaxed. That could be the placebo effect, but who the fuck cared? After all, if you think its good shit, it is good shit. Simple as that.

When the coke rows were all inhaled, they asked us to cross our arms behind our backs, with each hand grasping the opposite elbow. They took some cotton rope, which is soft for the skin, but doesn’t stretch, and tied our arms tightly together like that, right across our backs. This was no problem, because we all knew coming in that there would be some bondage, and I could handle that.

That was an interesting kind of bondage, and was really cool, because we couldn’t use our arms or hands, and had to keep our feet apart to keep our balance, which kept our naked cunts fully exposed. I loved that. These guys knew what they were doing, and this was going to be fun, I could feel it. Or maybe that was the coke.

We were then moved into the main party room, and told to stand against the full-length windows, facing them, to lean forward and press our big breasts against the glass. They reminded us nobody could see in the way we could see out. Then we had to spread out legs so the guys could come up behind us and fuck us doggy style, but standing up. It was just like the seeding game we’d all been playing before we came to this party.

The guys surprised me by being really aggressive and rough with their cocks, ramming into us without caring or anything about us, all if them copulating hard but without cuming, just driving their rigid dicks into us fast and furious, the heads slamming against our cervix.

We were not really having sex, we were just being fucked, like a row of sexual animals. They were just showing us who we were, and what they thought of us. If you treat cunts like cunts, they everybody knows where they stand. I personally thought it was totally cool, regardless. They were just recognizing the true worth of a cunt.

When we’d all been thoroughly and repeatedly solidly fucked but not seeded, they gathered our hair to the back, and took the time to give each of us a long single braid. We thought it was special that guys would take the time to make us look great. They tied a short length of the cotton rope to the braid so that it dangled down our backs.

All of us girls looked really sexy with our hair done the same way, and all of us were starting to look the same. These guys knew exactly where this was headed, and we were having fun learning their intentions. I mean how often does a girl get to have a guy do her hair?

Then they went right over the top, and what they did made me get mad as hell, but couldn’t do shit with my arms tied behind my back. They shaved the sides of our heads clean, clearing off most of the sides of my fucking head! Then they used permanent ink to stamp on our heads PIG on the front and SOW on the clean shaved sides of our heads.

I think they put SOW and PIG on my head, but the truth is I couldn’t see it, I could just see what they’d done to the other cunts. I never gave them any permission to do that to me, and they didn’t ask me before they did it. This bullshit was totally uncalled for, and I was starting to get really pissed off with these guys and their fucking bondage party. They were going too far with us.

I had to admit they had done this right, because there was nothing any of us naked bound cunts could do about it to protest. I mean, we could have kicked them in the nuts or something, but party girls ended their fucking career if they ever did anything like that. Word spread fast, and we’d end up on the street as fucking whores.

Only guys got to play rough with us, never us with them. They could kick us in the cunt if they wanted to, and some of my male friends, the stockbrokers, did that to us when they wanted to, like to take off steam when they got home from work if trading hadn’t gone well. That’s the way it works, and we’d just have to take it.

One of the guys had a bag of strange looking restraints, made of two four-inch long metal rods clamped together on either end, with little rings at the ends, and the rings had little chains attached to them. He pried the rods as far apart as he could, grabbed and pulled my tongue out as far as he could, and then put this clamp over it, holding my tongue out so I couldn’t speak as the clamp was released to pinch my tongue hard, and it hurt like hell.

The next thing he did was to take off my earrings, and he put a pair of thicker and larger brass rings in my ears. I could see they were doing the same thing to the other girls. At least they were treating is the same, so it was fair. I would find it to be unacceptable if they didn’t treat us the same.

Then he pulled the chains from the ends of the tongue clamp back and attached them to the new rings in my ears, pulling my ear lobes forward hard while pulling the clamp painfully back in my mouth. I was now starting to hate that fucking tongue clamp. What were they planning to do to us?

I don’t know if you’ve ever seen one of these, but two other guys put a big ass anchor into me. It’s a common sex toy, just an inch-thick chrome tube with a ball on one end and a sharp bend in it. The ball was pushed into my asshole, and thrust right in at least a foot deep until the bend in the pile touched my rectum, and the bend was turned so that the rest of the pipe went up my back.

There was a ring on the other end of the pipe, and the rope dangling from my braid was tied through the ring and pulled and tied so tight that my back was severely bent around my bound arms. They were using my hair to lock the bum anchor in place by pulling it so fucking tight. My face was now aimed straight up at the ceiling, and my big tits pointed forward, stressed like the heads of torpedoes.

The other girls were being prepared in the same way. This was really abusive. They had a tall stepladder, and used it to go up and attach big pulleys to those hooks solidly set in the ceiling. With my head bent back so severely, it was easy to watch them in a ceiling mirror, although I couldn’t see anything forward of me, until I notice there were mirrors all over the ceiling as well as the walls. When I noticed those, I realized I could actually see just about everything.

Long thick ropes were put on the pulleys and hung down out of sight. I was made to move under a pair of ropes at one end of the long row hanging from their pulleys. The guys holding me each tied a rope around my breasts, and pulled them way too tight, making my big tits bulge obscenely. This party was now getting totally abusive of us girls. That’s why they were willing to pay us so much for this.

The mirrors on the ceiling meant that even bound as we were with our heads pulled back, we could see everything that was happening in the large room. I couldn’t talk with the clamp on my tongue, but there was nothing to keep me from screaming my fucking lungs out.

That wasn’t the worst of it. They started pulling on the ropes, taking up the slack, and then they actually lifted me right up off the floor so that even with my heels on I couldn’t touch it. I was hanging by my fucking big tits! This was worse than being rented to that asshole who hung me by the neck. You have to get yourself tit-hung to know how much that hurts.

Next they jammed a big rubber ring cunt stretcher, bigger than anything my friends had used on me, into my cunt, forcing the birth canal shaft to stand wide open so that everyone could actually see right up inside it, to see the pink dimple of my fucking cervix. I kicked my legs like mad, doing an obscene air dance in my spike heels. I realized this was exactly what these assholes wanted, and I was really getting into it.

The desperate kicking of my legs caused a lot more action on my clit clamp, and its additional movement got me even more horny, if that’s possible. I was experiencing a full, continuous orgasm. I have to tell you that as much as I was being abused, and you’d have to call it sexual abuse, it was all getting to be fucking awesome.

One by one the other girls were hauled up by the tits, until all nine of us swung like naked sows in a long row, kicking, swinging and slowly turning back and forth by our bound tortured tits, with several of us actually pissing from the pain. The guys were gathered around for a great look at tit-hanging cunts, all of us bound into a contorted look with those fucking ass anchors tied tightly to our hair.

All I could think of was that I was really earning the money they’d paid me. Thank God it was a lot of cash, with no paper trail, so I wouldn’t have to pay taxes on it. Then I panicked, realizing that they could easily go through our purses and take back the money we’d been paid, while we swung here by our tits and doing this obscene dance.

This whole thing was a setup, and the guys who were our friends who brought us here were likely in on it, and would get some of our money for having sucked us in. When I got out of here, I was going to make them all sorry they ever did this horrible thing to us. What they were doing to us was so bad I was certain it had to be illegal. I wished to God I didn’t find it so fucking hot!