Then she was behind Sandrine with the Leatherman. The tool made quick work of snipping Sandrine’s bounds.
“Okay, you cum-dump skank, get on the table.”
Sandrine rose slowly - she had to be pretty stiff - and shuffled to the table. She climbed on and laid herself with the top of her head facing the living room.
“Uh-uh, skank,” Danielle said, “other way.”
Sandrine reversed herself so that her legs were facing the living room.
“Now lay down so your head and some of your shoulders are off the table. Sandrine looked uncertain, like she couldn’t figure out what Danielle was up to. Danielle saw the look.
“For the last four we’re going to see how you like getting your mouth fucked upside down. Sound like fun? Maybe that will get you to control that yap of yours. When it doesn’t have a cock in it, that is.”
Sandrine shifted farther up the table, and Danielle brought the coil of rope and the tool. She measured out a long length of cord and snipped it off. She started with Sandrine’s right wrist. At about the middle of the long piece she wound the rope around Sandrine’s wrist six or eight times and tied it off. There were two long pieces trailing from her wrist. These Danielle ran down to the end of the table near Sandrine’s feet and tied them off to the table leg. She repeated the procedure with Sandrine’s left wrist.
Again, Danielle measured off a long length and snipped it. Like with the wrists, she wound this a number of times around Sandrine’s left leg just above the knee, with two long pieces left trailing from the limb. She repeated this with the right leg. Then she tossed the trailing ropes to the end of the table at Sandrine’s head. She came to that end of the table.
“Hey, I don’t think you guys have gotten properly introduced to slut skank’s pussy. So here it is.”
She pulled on the ropes, one with each hand. Sandrine’s knees were pulled up and back. There were the expected whistles, comments, and hoots. Danielle released the ropes and Sandrine’s legs came back down. Then Danielle set to work pulling them back up, one at a time, and tying them off to the table legs near Sandrine’s head. When she was done Sandrine looked like she had her legs up and wide open, ready to be fucked. Nothing was left to the imagination. Her head hung off the end of the table. Sandrine tested her bonds, but she could not move at all.
Sandrine’s wide open pussy was pointed directly at her audience. They sat at their ease in the living room, pulling on a beer from time to time, taking in her naked sex at their leisure. Danielle squatted at Sandrine’s head.
“Okay, bitch, let’s see who’s next.”
It turned out to be Reilly. He rose and walked toward Sandrine.
“You sure Larissa is going to be okay with that?” I asked.
Reilly shrugged. “She’d be pissed if I had my dick in the bitch’s mouth.” While he said this he’d come to Sandrine’s head at the far end of the table. He opened his pants and took out his dick. He began to stroke himself and said, “Larissa is a huge Flames fan, so I actually think she’d also be pissed if I didn’t at least make a contribution, eh.”
Reilly began to pull his dick in earnest. After a minute or two of this he closed his eyes, his breathing became deeper, he began to moan and sound little grunts. Then he made a final sound of satisfaction. He opened his eyes and looked down, pointing his cock, and making sure his load landed on Sandrine’s face.
Then he was stowing his equipment and walking back to the seating area. He’d not spoken to Sandrine, or even acknowledged her presence, except to the extent that he had looked at ‘the bitch’ to make sure his cum landed on her face.
As Reilly returned to his seat we could hear Sandrine. She was blowing through her nose.
“Fuck! God fuck it!” she said. Apparently, with her head upside down some of Reilly’s cum had gone up her nostrils. I couldn’t imagine it was a very good sensation, and she was doing the only thing she could to clear it.
A guy in his thirties, Bob, was chosen next. He got some playful kidding about what the missus might have to say about this. I’m sure that of the six men who had taken their turns while Sandrine was kneeling some had to be married or in some kind of relationship. That hadn’t seemed to matter to them if they were. After Reilly, though, married Bob perhaps was feeling guilty, or thought word would get back to the warden. He ended up emulating Reilly and just masturbated himself until he was ready to release on Sandrine’s face. He asked her, since she’d complained before, if she’d like to open her mouth wide and he’d try to squirt it all in there. He may have really though he was doing her a favor. The offer just got him a, “Fuck you, numb nuts.” With that he pointed his dick downward and added several strong, full spurts to Sandrine’s face.
Chuck was next on the roster. He was a young guy like Travis, and didn’t seem to have any agenda besides getting off. He made no derogatory comments and didn’t treat Sandrine in any way that was cruel. He simply took his pants down and put his dick in Sandrine’s mouth. He patiently stroked in and out. Chuck began with his hands reaching down and cradling Sandrine’s head. As he continued his strokes became slightly faster and much deeper. He let go of Sandrine’s head, brought his hands up, and began playing with her breasts. His breathing deepened and sounds of satisfaction emerged from his mouth. Chuck began to alternate between pinching Sandrine’s nipples and squeezing her breasts. He did these things with greater force as he approached his peak. Sandrine began to shake her body, pull at her restraints, and make sounds of complaint at the increasing discomfort. Chuck let go her breasts, now covered with red marks, and released in her mouth. She made sounds of protest, and he stood with his hands now on his hips while he emptied. Then he was stepping away from her.
It sounded as if she’d been unable or unwilling to swallow and in a moment we heard her trying again to blow cum out of her nose. “Shit! God almighty! I got some in my eye! Goddamn does that sting! Fuck!”
That got Danielle smiling again. She went over a put a kiss on Chuck’s cheek and said, “Well done, Chuckie!” although he didn’t seem especially pleased by the affirmation.
Danielle stood in the center of the group and said, “Just one left. Contestant number ten. To Victor go the spoils!”
Victor came to his feet from one of the recliners, that looked like some sort of grade school chair under him. He was the sort of huge man it is not uncommon to find working on oil rigs, somewhere in the neighborhood of six and a half feet. Victor and Nelson had been the two, during the game, with whom Sandrine had traded the loudest and sharpest barb. To Victor, Sandrine had once even let slip a “fuckin’ canuck.”
Now he towered over Sandrine, smiling down at her helpless form.
“Well, here we are,” he said. “Just you and the fuckin’ canuck. Hey, I was wondering: which team is better, the Flames or the Stars?”
“Go fuck yourself,” Sandrine answered. “I’ve been through nine. One more isn’t going to make any difference. Stars rule.