The woman had a black leather cuff on each wrist.  Thin ropes, one end fixed to a ring on each cuff and the other end fixed to the ceiling, streched her into a Y shape.  She was forced to stand upright, relaxing her legs meant more weight was placed on her arms.  Her blonde hair was pulled back into a pony-tail, a leather blindfold covered her eyes.  A strap held a gag tightly in her mouth.  It looked like a ball-gag, but I knew that on the inside of the ball was a four inch dildo forced into her mouth and that she had chosen it herself.  On her feet were high heeled black stiletto shoes, all she wore apart from the blindfold and gag.

The man, also naked, circled her slowly, like a predator preparing for the kill.  The woman turned her head from side to side, straining for some indication of his location.  There was absolute silence in the large room, despite an audience of almost thirty people.

The woman flinched as the man cupped one stiff nippled tit from behind.  As he fondled her his cock rose from it's semi-erect state to full readiness.  He moved behind and pressed himself against her, his cock tight against her bum crack.  Still holding the tit, he stroked his other hand down the soft swell of her belly and peeled apart the moist lips of her cunt.  The moisture glistened in the low light.

Another man, also naked, detached himself from the audience and walked slowly towards the woman.  His cock was fully erect and waved from side to side as he walked, like radar seeking a target.  When he reached his target, he dropped to his knees and pressed his face into the woman's crutch, then drew his tongue upwards between her wide stretched sex lips. The woman gasped into the gag.

He hooked his arms behind her knees and stood, lifting her and spreading her legs.  He aligned his cock with her cunt and slowly pushed into her.  The woman by my side, Charlotte, the hostess for the gathering, dug her nails painfully into my arm.

The noise level in the room had risen from silent to a low murmer of comments, punctuated by an occasional gasp from one of the spectators.  I looked across the room to where my wife, Anne, was standing.  The man next to her had one arm round her waist, his spare hand fondled her breast.  In turn, her hand encircled his erect cock.

In the centre of the room, the first man was lubricating his erection.  The second man, his cock deep in her cunt, supported the weight of the woman as the first pushed into her arse.  She screamed into the gag as she was stretched by the two intruders.

They managed to establish a rhythm, both cocks ramming deep inside.  I think cunt-man was the first to come, but he held himself inside her, not moving as arse-man raced to his finish.

They left the woman hanging by her restraints, but she was not alone for long, another man took his position behind her, fumbled for the now slippery entrance to her cunt and slipped into her, soon adding his contibution to the one leaking from her plundered hole.

Men aproached the woman,  sometimes singly, sometimes in pairs,  and took their turn to fuck her either in the cunt or in the arse until all fourteen had pumped their cum into her.  There was some variation, sometimes her cunt was fucked from behind, sometimes her arse was fucked from in front, but they all ejaculated into one of the two holes available.  Spunk ran down the inside of her thighs to form a pool on the polished wooden floor.

The woman was then released and led away to clean up.  Charlotte turned to me and said;

"This is where you leave us."

She signalled Anne to join us.  Charlotte stayed with us as we dressed and saw us to the door.

"We'll be in touch."

She said.

In the car, Anne said softly;

"I wonder what they will do to me?"

We were prospective members of a very exclusive club.  We had been interviewed and screened.  This had been the final hurdle, we had witnessed an initiation.  We had not been allowed to take part.  The next step would be Anne being subjected to similar treatment as the tethered woman.  Similar, but not the same.  We had been informed that each initiation was slightly different, but always involved restraint of some kind.

"She was fucked fourteen times."

Anne mused.

"And possibly more to come," I added.  "What we saw was just for starters, the main event is just starting."

"So she could possibly be fucked thirty or forty times?  Oh wow."

Not for the first time, I marvelled at a woman's capacity for sex.  We had seen the tethered woman fucked by fourteen men, no man on earth could fuck fourteen women in such rapid succession.  I would not be involved in our initiation, other than to watch the debauchery of the woman I loved.  That would be my test.  Then I would be expected to fuck her, wet with the spunk of fourteen virtual strangers.

"I need fucking now," husked Anne.  "Find somewhere to stop."

The best I could find was a field entrance, the gate set back from the road, hidden by tall hedges.  I reversed in, got out and opened the tailgate.   Anne leaned in, bent forwards.  I lifted her skirt, pulled down her sodden knickers and eased my very hard cock into her very wet cunt.  Anne reached down and strummed her clit with her fingers as I frantically rammed her, firing a torrent of spunk deep inside as she came.