4 comments/ 65127 views/ 7 favorites The Stocks By: scorpionicus45 The young girl trembled slightly as she was led onto the stage. She was Asian, with long black hair to her waist. Only 18 she did not quite know what was going to happen to her except that it would be exciting and scary. She blushed as she caught sight of the audience sitting in front of the stage, waiting for her. Two other women walked alongside her, each one gripped one of her wrists, holding her between them. The two women who held the young Asian girl each wore short dresses that barely covered their bottoms, under them they wore nothing. Their captive was dressed in blouse and jeans, with bra and panties under them. A man already occupied the stage holding a microphone waiting for the two women to bring their nervous captive to him. The two captors brought their charge to the front of the stage at the man's left and halted. The man raised the microphone and spoke. "And now for our pleasure tonight I present Keiko!" he announced. The room erupted in applause and Keiko blushed again with the attention she was receiving. The woman on either side of her continued to hold her wrists tightly, keeping her captive between them. The two captors watched the man as the applause slowly died away. When the room was quiet once again he pointed to the strange device next to him and nodded. The two female captors pulled their nervous victim over to the contraption the man indicated. It was a set of stocks mounted on a moveable platform, designed to hold the hands and neck of their victim between its two parts. The one imprisoned in this diabolical machine would be forced to kneel with their head and hands trapped between the two parts of the stocks. Each piece has a semicircle cutout for the unfortunate victim's hands and neck. The young oriental girl eyed it fearfully as she was rapidly pulled over to it by the two women who held her captive. The two women pressed their unresisting prisoner down and pushed her into the lower portion of the stocks. They pushed the Asian girl's head down so her neck was pressed into the notch provided for it, then they placed each of her hands into the recess made for them. Once the Japanese girl was is position the two women lowered the upper part, trapping her in the stocks. Keiko's legs and feet were free but her hands and head were trapped in the stocks so she was forced to kneel on the platform on which the stocks were mounted. The oriental girl's buttocks faced the audience, her position stretched the cloth of her jeans tightly over her ass cheeks. Once their charge was secured in the stocks the two women stepped down off the low platform on which it was mounted. They then pushed it toward a square recess in the wall at the back of the stage, the stocks with their prisoner glided smoothly on the casters supporting it. The side of the stocks from which Keiko's head and hands protruded was pushed toward the recess in the wall until the upright portion of the stocks were joined with the wall. Once this was done it appeared to the audience the teenage Asian girl was embedded in the wall. Keiko's head and hands were now in a closed off space, a vent blew a gentle breeze of fresh air against her face, a small light snapped on, illuminating the space. Keiko could see nothing of what was happening behind her and the junction of the stocks with the wall was tight enough she could hear little sound from outside. The young Asian girl nervously awaited whatever was going to happen next, trembling with excitement. Her nipples tingled in anticipation of what might be to come, she felt herself moisten between her legs. Meanwhile outside on the stage the man raised the microphone and spoke again. "Keiko is now ready so we will get started. Remove her clothes!" he ordered. The two women each picked up a pair of scissors and approached the trapped Asian girl. Beginning with the sleeves they slowly cut away the imprisoned girl's blouse. They continued cutting until the oriental girl's blouse was completely cut away and destroyed. The two women tossed aside the now useless scraps of cloth which were the remnants of the teenager's blouse. This left the trapped girl dressed only in her lacy black bra above the waist. The efforts of the two women had a two-fold purpose, to remove the younger girl's clothes, and also to ruin them beyond repair. The woman on the girl's left gently slipped the blades of her scissors under the shoulder strap of the imprisoned girl's bra, the woman on the right did the same. The young Asian woman shivered as she felt the cool metal of the scissors glide along the skin of her shoulders Once the two older women had the younger girl's bra straps firmly within the jaws of their scissors the two women looked at each other and then simultaneously closed the jaws of their scissors. The shoulder straps of the Japanese girl's bra were quickly parted by the sharp blades, leaving only the main body strap holding the young woman's bra on. The two women next inserted the blades of their scissors under the remaining single strap holding the Asian girl's bra on her body, making her shiver again as the cool metal of the scissors glided across the skin of her back. The two older women paused a moment and then again closed the blades of their scissors. The metal blades effortlessly sheared through the cloth of the bra, completing the garments ruin and exposing the treasure it had hidden as the bra fell away from the young girl's body. This left the trapped young woman naked from the waist up, clad now only in her jeans and the panties hidden under them. The young girl in the stocks shivered with excitement, fearful of what was to come but also excited by her plight. Her small, firm breasts hung down only a little, capped with large brown nipples already engorged with excitement. The two women at the trapped girl's sides brushed the tips of their fingers lightly across the Asian girl's nipples, causing them to harden even more. Then the two older women picked up their scissors again. They inserted the blades at the waistband of the Japanese girl's jeans, being careful not to hurt her soft, delicate skin. The trapped girl shivered at the feel of the cool metal, she knew what was coming. The two women looked at each other, and then applied pressure to the blades of the scissors they held. The heavy cloth of the young girl's jeans resisted the blades for a moment and then gave way to the powerful blades. The two older women worked their way down the sides of the Asian girl's jeans, until finally they reached the cuff at her ankles. They paused for a moment, and then snipped through the final remaining strip of cloth holding the trapped girl's jeans. With the cutting done the two older women set down their scissors, pulled the ruined jeans off the Japanese girl's body, and tossed them aside, leaving her only wearing a pair of thin string thong panties. The two quickly snipped away this last remaining garment leaving the Asian girl nude. Trapped as she was the young Asian girl's ass faced directly toward the audience. Her pussy was open and showed the dew of her excitement. Keiko had no idea what was happening outside the chamber in which her head and hands were sealed. She had only felt the hands and cool steel of the scissors cutting away her clothes. Even sound had great difficulty penetrating the space that enclosed her head. Not only was much of the outside sound muffled by the wall in which she was embedded but there was also a ventilator fan that covered even more sound from the outside world. The announcer again picked up his microphone. "We can now see what Keiko has to offer us. Notice the cute little breasts, just right to fit the palm of your hand. Show us girls!" he said. The two older women beside the trapped Asian girl each cupped one of her breasts in her right hand. The announcer was right, Keiko's small breasts fit the hand perfectly. The two women cupped and massaged the Japanese girl's breasts, then they fingered her nipples, making them even harder than they were before. The trapped Asian girl squirmed from the new stimulation to her sensitive breasts and nipples. "We can also see she has a cute little ass." the announcer continued. "Show us what she has to offer, spread her cheeks girls, " he ordered. The two women beside Keiko each gently grasped one of the Asian girl's buttocks and pulled it away from its mate, exposing what lay between them. She had a beautiful, inviting puckered anus. Below was her pussy, and as instructed she was shaved smooth. This exposed every part of the Asian teenager's cunt to the admiring audience. Her inner lips were relatively long, a light coffee color, and were beginning to swell with the girl's growing excitement. The woman on the left used her left hand to spread open the inner lips of the trapped girl's pussy, showing every secret of her delicious body. The camera operators zoomed in for a close up shot of Keiko's ass and pussy. "Now is the time we all have been waiting for. It's time to announce our winners for tonight." the announcer continued. "As you know we have 3 winners tonight. The 3rd prize winner will receive Susan, our blond assistant on Keiko's right. The lucky 2nd prize winner will receive Jennifer, our beautiful assistant on the left. And to our grand prize winner tonight will go our centerpiece, Keiko!" "Each winner will take possession of his prize by fucking her here before us on the stage. Keiko will remain confined as she is now until her new owner has cum within her." "First I will announce our lucky guy tonight who will become Susan's new owner. Bud Johnson, come up and get your girl!" A man in the audience quickly got up from his seat, moved to the aisle, walked up to the stage and climbed the few steps up to the to join the those there. He walked over to Susan and put his arm around her. "Take her dress off, Bud. Show us what you've won!" the announcer instructed. Susan was wearing a one piece, T-shirt like minidress which exposed most of her thighs and left her arms bare. Bud grasped the bottom of the dress and lifted, and Susan bent forward as he pulled it off over her head. Once he had it completely removed he tossed the garment away out into the crowd. Since Susan had worn nothing else the removal of her dress left her standing nude next to her new owner. Bud put his arm around the now naked Susan and pulled her to his side. He slid his hand down her back until he reached her round, sweet butt. Except for squeezing and exploring Susan's ass Bud mad no further move to claim his prize. That would come later. "And now for our second place winner," the announcer continued. "Ted Dyer! Come and get your girl!" There was another disturbance in the audience as Ted moved rapidly up to the stage to claim Jennifer. Unlike Bud Ted did not wait for the announcer to order him to strip his girl. As soon as he reached her he grabbed the bottom of her dress and began to lift it. Jennifer hesitated for a moment then caught on to what Ted was doing and started helping him. Even more quickly than Bud had done with Susan he had Jennifer's dress off and tossed it away into the audience. With this Jennifer now too was nude. Like Keiko both Susan and Jennifer were smoothly shaved, their hairless pussies inviting and exposed. Both Jennifer and Susan had large, firm breasts, topped with nipples already hard with excitement. Their work with Keiko and now being stripped themselves had both girls hot and wet. And now they were feeling the anticipation of what was going to come which excited them even more. "And now for the moment we have all been waiting for!" continued the announcer. "It's time to announce our big winner! Scott Brown! Come and get Keiko!" Scott hesitated for just a moment, hearing his name was unexpected and quite a surprise. But then he stood up and walked to the front and climbed onto the stage. He took his place standing along side Keiko's body but unlike the other two men his girl was already nude so he didn't have to undress her. The announcer resumed speaking. "Now we come to the moment we have all been waiting for. Our three winners will now remove their clothes and fuck our girls. Take your time guys and give it to them good. Go for it!" The three men quickly removed their clothes and each turned to their respective girl. After taking his clothes off Scott knelt down next to Keiko. Her body was exquisite and he could see her face in a TV monitor off to the side of the stage, her face matched her body. Held as she was by the stocks the Asian girl was forced to remain on her hands and knees. Scott would have to fuck Keiko doggy style. He reached down and caressed her back, feeling her shiver as he touched her for the first time. She was so beautiful, and she was his. The two men on either side had wasted no time, each had positioned his girl on her hands and knees alongside Keiko. Bud was rubbing Susan's ass and pussy with the head of his cock. She was moving her ass in an inviting way, she was ready for Bud's cock. On the other side Ted was already fucking Jennifer, holding her hips as he slammed his cock into her doggy style. Jennifer's forehead was bumping lightly against the wall in which Keiko was embedded. As Scott watched this action for a moment Jennifer started moaning with pleasure as Ted fucked her harder and faster. Watching the two couples next to him had an immediate effect on Scott. He felt a thrill of excitement flow through him and then down to his cock. It was already well on the way to a complete erection but the sight of the two couples finished the job. His eyes lingered on Bud and Susan for a moment, Bud was just sinking his stiff penis into his girl's pussy for the first time. Then he turned back to Keiko. Scott reached down and touched Keiko's pussy for the first time. He immediately found that despite her trapped condition her pussy was soaked. She squirmed as he gently probed her sex, but there was little she could do locked in the stocks as she was. Keiko was startled for a moment when she felt male hands on her for the first time. She squirmed a bit when she felt him touch her pussy but she had been expecting it. Of course she knew the moment would come when a man would take her tonight. Then she felt the fingers go away and she felt a little wanting for the lost attention. Finding that the trapped Asian girl was very wet Scott decided to waste no more time. He moved behind her and spread her legs on the floor to make sure there was plenty of room for him. His cock was hard and ready, he wanted to fuck this girl now. He moved closer to Keiko's ass but paused for a moment with the tip of his cock not quite touching her. He took a moment to drink in the sight of the girl in front of him one last time. Keiko had felt Scott moving her legs further apart and knew what that meant. She felt a surge of lustful excitement, in a few seconds the man behind her was going to push is cock into her pussy and fuck her! And trapped as she was in the stocks there was nothing she could do to stop him doing it! Her fantasy would become reality at last! Scott moved closer to the trapped Asian girl and moved the head of his penis to her waiting sex. He rubbed it around a bit to moisten it on Keiko's wetness and then set the to her vaginal opening. He grabbed the girl's hips with both hips and pushed forward quickly, sinking his cock into her pussy with one swift stroke. Keiko felt the man behind her rub his cock on her pussy and felt a surge of pleasure as the smooth head of it brushed across her sensitive clitoris and inner lips. She felt him pause for a moment and then she felt the man behind her place the head of his cock against her opening. Then she squealed as the cock roared into her pussy in a single big push. The man's hips slammed into her buttocks and forced her shoulders somewhat painfully against the stocks that held her. Scott began to fuck the Asian girl with deep hard strokes. He held tightly onto Keiko's hips and held her so that her shoulders would not be slammed too hard against the stocks. Looking down he could see her flawless anus and her pussy filled with his cock as he moved inside her. With the view and the situation he knew it would not be long before he filled the Asian girl with his cum. Keiko was in ecstasy as the man pounded her pussy. She quickly found herself almost ready to orgasm, the situation and now the hard cock inside her were so exciting. She felt the cock inside her pussy grow even stiffer, she knew the man was going to cum in her in a moment. Since she was so close already that was all it took to push her into her own orgasm. Scott felt Keiko's body stiffen and her pussy squeeze his cock and felt her begin to cum. He hear a faint squeal from inside the space where her head was trapped as she will filled with the ecstasy of her orgasm. Scott was so excited by this that he began to cum too just as the girl was finishing her own orgasm. Just as her own orgasm was finishing Keiko felt the penis inside her quiver and the warm feeling inside her as the man fucking her began to cum. Hot jets of semen shot from Scott's cock into Keiko's helpless pussy, making her his. Finally Scott's orgasm subsided and he pulled out of the girl and sat down beside here, exhausted. The other two men next to him also finished quickly. Seeing that all three men had finished the announcer returned to the center of the stage. "I am happy to announce all three of our winners tonight will be taking their girls home with them. I will now present the collars and leashes," the announcer said. The announcer produced a paper bag and tore it open with a flourish. From the bag the announcer produced three collars similar to dog collars, each with a matching leash. Ted, Bud, and Scott were each presented with one. "Susan, Jennifer! Remove Keiko from the stocks," the announcer ordered. The two naked women got up and reversed the process they had used to entrap the Asian girl. As they did so the cum that had just been deposited in their pussies slowly leaked out of them again, making sticky trails down the insides of their thighs. The two lifted Keiko to her feet and helped her over to Scott. When Keiko reached him he fastened the collar around her neck and clipped the leash to it. Keiko stood patiently as Scott put his clothes back on. She remained naked and she felt some of Scott's semen leaking from her pussy. Of course Keiko's clothes had been destroyed earlier so Scott would have to lead her away naked. She would remain that way unless and until he gave her something to wear later. Once he was dressed again Scott took the leash and triumphantly led Keiko, his prize, down off the stage. He led her back to where he had been sitting. There they were joined by his girlfriend who had been sitting with him watching the show. While she had not been expecting Scott to win she had been required to accept the possibility in order for the two to gain entry. Now that Scott had won Keiko she would have to accept the new addition to their home. The Stocks The stocks had not been used in her village for many years. She had memories of seeing children pelting victim guilty of crimes with rotten vegetables but the custom had been replaced by strokes of the cane or birch administered by the blacksmith. This punishment was much more serious and a better deterrent against the theft and vandalism which had previously been a nuisance. Her husband was the blacksmith and he spoke little to her about that side of his job, though he sometimes seemed agitated after administering the punishments - which were decided by a court of elders. One day he had come home and told her that the elders had agreed to re-establish the stocks for less serious misdemeanours. She did not take much notice but did glance up when he told her that he had been given the task of building the new stocks and he intended to make them more solid than the old ones. He was a skilled craftsman and took pride in all aspects of his labour - the stocks were no exception. When they were completed there was a small ceremony on the green and most of the village turned out to admire them and gossip about when and how they would be used. She had joined in the speculation and even gave her opinion that with padded holes for neck and wrists they might even be too comfortable to strike fear into wrongdoers. It was ironic then that she should turn out to be the first to experience the sensation! She hadn't meant to be bad. It wasn't something she thought of as wicked. She had been laughing and giggling with her closest friend when her husband passed close and heard some of the conversation. When he realised that they were discussing intimate details of their sex life and comparing men they had known in the past he was shocked and annoyed. Taking his wife by the scruff of her neck he told her harshly that she should be punished and took her immediately to the village hall. The elders there were not often called upon to dispense their rulings but they were proud of their reputation for maintaining the respectable image of the village and had no hesitation in accepting that the blacksmith had a valid grievance and that his wife should be taught the error of her ways. They were divided though on whether he should be called upon to administer the cane to his own wife. In the end they agreed that this would be an ideal time to test the new stocks and she was sentenced to spend time in them. The exact ruling was that she should be fastened there from 6 in the evening until six in the morning - making her prey to whatever indignities the night brought. She pleaded with the elders for mercy but they were inflexible. She pleaded with her husband to stand guard and protect her, but he said that she must be taught good behaviour. He paraded her through the village to the stocks on the green and fastened her securely. The leather padded wrist and neck holes were not themselves uncomfortable and the height was adjusted so that she was not forced to be on tiptoe - but she there was no doubt that she was confined helplessly and at the mercy of anyone who chose to insult or molest her. For the first three hours it was light and her only suffering was the taunts of the village children who quickly learned this was their opportunity to cause discomfort to an adult. The taunts and the messy fruit that were hurled at her injured her pride but did her no real harm. Later, when the young children of the village slept the older ones were more adventurous. Young men slapped her from behind while the girls mocked and laughed. She was thankful for the long skirt and petticoats that protected her from the force of their blows but she knew that it was not the pain but the indignity that was her punishment. As the sun set and light faded most of them eventually got bored with their sport and wandered off one or two at a time leaving her increasingly isolated in the dusk. She listened as the noise of people grew distant and only the natural world still moved around her. The scuffling on the ground was mice, rats and hedgehogs going about their business. Bats flew around her head swooping close to catch insects that flew upwards from the grass. Left with her own thoughts she started to be aware of the practical discomfort and dangers of her situation. For one thing she had needed to pee for the last hour and the discomfort was soon going to be impossible to bear. The skirt which had protected her from the blows of the youths might hide some of her shame but the indignity of having to let the piss run down her thighs made her face burn just to think about it. Undoubtedly she would smell when they came to release her in the morning. In the meantime what manner of insects and animals would be drawn to her in the night? As she thought these things she felt the warm liquid seeping from her and she sobbed. As it turned out though, this was the least of her problems. A group of women now wandered close and stood behind her. They were the lowest in the village who made a meagre income from allowing themselves to be used by those men of who either had no wives or had wives who wanted nothing of sex once they had borne children. These women were vindictive and jealous of women like her with husbands and good homes. To find her trapped like this was an opportunity for them to give vent to their pent up anger. Throwing things and insulting her did not appease them for long and their creativity was both lewd and harsh. In the darkness they created tortures for her that she had not imagined. At first her skirt and petticoats were lifted roughly over her waist. She felt their scorn as they mocked her for having wet legs and a puddle at her feet. Then she felt their hands on her. The women were not gentle with her sexual places. They were accustomed to being used roughly by their customers and they were rough with her; slapping, pinching, prodding came first; then they took to using sticks from the ground to beat her buttocks and the backs and side of her thighs. Eventually one of them called a halt to the general torture and said she knew that this woman had been put there by her husband for sexual crimes and so she should have a sexual punishment. The woman shuddered when she heard those words. She had been regretting her careless talk since the moment her husband had made the decision to take her before the elders and now she was shaking with a mixture of shame and helpless rage. What was going to happen to her? As the woman talked secretively and moved around behind her she had time to dread the punishment they were inventing. She remembered all the stories of sexual torture she had heard in her youth, the stories passed down by older friends that both excited ad scared them. When it came she almost welcomed it. The dread had built in her and with it the frustration. She had found herself remembering all the things she had imagined as a youth: the initiation ceremonies she had both feared and longed for; the taking of her virginity by ruthless men intent only on their own pleasure; the invasion of their village by a band of rough warriors who had been starved of women and lusted after her; so many images and ideas had flooded back to her and she had found herself needing whatever lewd punishment they invented for her. When it came she uttered a guttural moan. When it came she shuddered. It was a dildo - that was all she knew or cared about as it was thrust into her. Afterwards she was surprised how easily it had entered her, how it had simply pushed and spread her to accommodate its bulk. That was afterwards, when they held it in front of her and taunted her with how wet it was, how slippery; afterwards, when she had experienced the most amazing but involuntary orgasm while they pounded her with it. The shame and satisfied lust mixed in her but in the darkness nobody witnessed the blush of shame of the flush of excitement that made her face and neck burn. Her legs were still trembling and twitching when the women finished mocking her. They had seemed genuinely shocked when they saw and heard the sexual pleasure she was getting from their torture. Instead of tears and pleadings for an end to their abuse of her, they had listened to gasps and groans as the sensations from her body mixed with the images in her head and built to a crescendo she had not experienced for years. Disappointed and puzzled, they started to lose interest in tormenting her. It was as if she had won the battle and therefore they took no pleasure in harming her further. They drifted away in twos and threes until only one remained. The last woman to leave stood behind her and ran a soft hand slowly over her buttocks and thighs, seeming to wish that she could share the sensuality of her victim. Then the hand was lifted and four sharp, stinging slaps fell on her arse cheeks. Somehow it didn't surprise her that the slaps felt good. Her body glowed and she felt proud that she had taken everything and used it to feel good about herself. Alone but now unafraid, she closed her eyes in the darkness and somehow slept. She dreamed of her husband. In her dreams it was his hand that slapped her and his cock that invaded her body roughly. She dreamed of his hands on her, stroking gently, holding firmly, on her back, her belly, her breasts and her thighs. In her dreams she was moving as he thrust into her, pushing deep and then slipping slowly from her. She clenched to try and keep him in and felt emptiness as he withdrew, but then elation as he filled her again. She moaned as he fucked her. She heard herself moaning as she woke! Still in the stocks she was being fucked. A man was gripping her waist and pulling himself hard against her, penetrating her over and over. Her first reaction was panic. Shock and fear ran through her mind but her body was aroused. She felt confusion as she remembered the dream and fought to reject the sensations that were now building in her body. She was helpless though - she was on the verge of another guilty, shameful, amazing, shuddering orgasm when she realised. "It's you? It is you! Please tell me it's you." He spoke between each thrust. "Yes, it's me. I have been here all night .. since the stocks were clamped. You are still mine. Give me your cum .. Now." That was the trigger she needed. He was in her, fucking her, holding her and had given her permission to enjoy it all. She came long and hard, releasing cries of total relief and satisfaction and then groaning and sobbing as he thrust deep once more and flooded her with his cum. The Stocks "Cassie! Over here." Cassie looked to her left as she entered the big warehouse and spotted Belinda waving her down. She changed course and joined her friend. "Glad you could make it today. We're almost ready to put the props up in the theater, this year's production of Cyrano de Bergerac is going to be the best production we do all year!" Belinda said enthusiastically. "You know I'd be here, when do I not show up?" Cassie replied. "Just keep her away from the paint this time." Dominic, one of the carpenters teased as he walked by. Cassie gave him a glare but he smiled. "You can't blame him for that, he was the one who had to clean up your spill." Belinda reminded her. "I know and I said I'm sorry. I didn't realize the can was that heavy, it slipped through my fingers." She tried to defend herself. "Well, we're in need of painters plus a little sewing for the costumes, we've got to make some last minute adjustments. Can you help?" "You know I can." Cassie said enthusiastically and they sat down together to let out Mr. Henderson's pants. "He's gotten so big so fast." "Rumor is he's doing Henry the Eighth this summer down in Los Angeles and he's taking no chances. He's out to gain another hundred pounds." Belinda reported. "My God! He's a fanatic, I couldn't do that." Cassie said. She was 18, young and pretty with the physical build of an active teenager so the idea of her gaining two hundred pounds to play a monarch was very funny to Belinda. "What's so funny?" Cassie asked. "Nothing dear. It's just that when it comes to working in productions like these it's about taking that extra step to ensure the best possible scene. Mr. Henderson is doing just that and he says when he's done he's going to lose it all, right back down to his weight before he got the part." Cassie gasped. That was a lot of dedication and Cassie wondered if she had that kind of determination in her. They went back to work on the seams of Mr. Henderson's pants but she couldn't help give the man furtive glances, watching him work and she noticed that despite his heavy weight, he was working hard. They weren't doing rehearsals yet, this was all stage work but here he was, one of the main actors with real talent and he was working right alongside the stagehands. Cassie admired that. She finished up with his pants then grabbed a paintbrush. Dominic appeared out of nowhere. "Keep a firm grip on that brush, girl." He teased but disappeared before Cassie could shoot back a retort. Jim, the Art Director stepped over and showed her where to paint. She endured some hooting and a few cheers but her lapse of judgment last weekend wasn't going to keep her from helping out, she'd learned her lesson. She helped fill in a backdrop then stained some wood for Dominic over by the saw horses. She didn't want to do too much painting because she wasn't dressed for it. She was planning on going to the mall to meet friends after work. Tommy was supposed to be there and she'd been trying to catch his eye for weeks so she'd dressed in a short flowery red skirt that showed a generous amount of leg. She coupled that with a white shirt that fit her snugly under the breasts to accentuate them. She'd hook him in and make him sorry he hadn't noticed her earlier. "Cassie." She heard her name and turned to see Mr. Strauss, the woodworker calling for her. "Yes Mr. Strauss?" She called out as she put her brush down. Mr. Strauss had been her shop instructor at school and she felt like she was stepping back into class instead of standing in a theater. She had graduated High School but she couldn't help seeing Mr. Strauss as the authority figure. "I've finished fixing up the stocks after the locking mechanism broke. I've repaired it but Lynn isn't here to test it on. You're about her height so if you wouldn't mind, could I borrow you for a moment?" He said and she gave him a warm smile. She remembered not being very good at woodworking in school but he'd passed her with an A. "I'd be glad to help." She replied brightly. He gave her a smile and returned to his work. The stock was built sturdy, looking more functional than cosmetic. The wood was thick and strong with a base standing about four and a half feet high. On one end the hinges looked thick enough to lock a bank vault. The scene called for Lynn to be locked in it and struggle to get out when the Spanish attacked but on her first try Lynn had broken the locking mechanism apart. Mr. Strauss had made it so that it would come apart easily and give some mental comfort to the poor girl but it couldn't survive the stress so the Director had ordered a real locking mechanism with a stage hand whose sole purpose was to let her out if she cried foul. Mr. Strauss joined four friends standing there admiring his handy work but they all gave time to smile at Cassie. "John. That is a fine piece of work. What are you going to do with it when the production is over?" Raymond the Assistant Director asked. "No plans I'm afraid. It's a very good piece so I suppose I'll keep it but what use do I have for it?" Mr. Strauss replied. "Use it on your students. Failing grades? Step up here." Christian said. Cassie nearly blushed when she realized that she was calling him Christian after the part he was playing, she didn't know his real name. The others all laughed and Mr. Strauss looked down to Cassie. "If you'd please step up and put your arms and neck in the proper spots." She did as she was told, having to bend over to fit. Mr. Strauss put the upper board down over her and locked it in place. "Notice the large button at the end of the board. It will pop the lock and free the girl instantly, no key necessary." He said proudly. "Anyone can use it." Charles, an actor playing a count remarked. "Except the girl." Jason, one of the Carpenters pointed out as he walked up. He put his fist against Cassie's then looked at her wrists. "The holes for her arms and neck are pretty small." "Yes. To save space I made the stock with the girl in mind. A man is too big to fit in the stocks but a girl is securely restrained." Mr. Strauss said. "Sexy." Jason said looking at Cassie. She blushed slightly but was pretty sure it was hidden by her hair as it fell forward across her face. She should have put her hair up but she didn't want to chance it becoming unruly before Tommy had seen her. "I second that." Nicholas, one of the Spanish soldiers said from behind her. "What are you men staring at?" Belinda said as she came floating by. She stopped in front of Cassie. "You're skirt's a little short to be locked up like that. They can see your panties." She warned. "It's okay." Cassie replied. "If I don't test the stocks Lynn could break it during a performance. We're too close to opening night." She pointed out. "If you think that's best." Belinda said. Cassie could only think of Mr. Henderson and his sacrifices. So what if some guys could see her panties for a few minutes? Mr. Henderson was going to spend months working off that weight. Belinda looked up at the six men gathered round. "I'll be watching you, no funny stuff." She huffed then walked off. The men watched her go and the conversation became more subdued. It was like the men were lost in their own thoughts and Cassie began to wonder just how long she was going to be stuck there. Suddenly Mr. Strauss seemed to come out of his thoughts. "Cassie, why don't you try to get out of the stocks, as hard as you can. We're going to withdraw for a bit so Belinda doesn't think we're taking advantage of the situation." He said and she watched the six men walk off, all of them talking about stocks, restraint, pretty girls and flowery panties. She was wearing flowery panties and she knew they were talking about her panties. She felt her face flush hotly. She began to struggle, trying to lift the beam off her but she heard the mechanism lock against her efforts, she tried slipping her hands through the openings but no matter how small she made her hands, they wouldn't slip through. She was stuck. She wasn't strong enough to lift the stocks off its base to turn it onto its side and she couldn't reach the button. "Okay Mr. Strauss. I can't get out, it's pretty solid." She called out. Mr. Strauss came back over with Nicholas and Christian in tow. "Solid enough?" Mr. Strauss asked. "I think so." Cassie said but Mr. Strauss started looking at the lock and hinge, keeping her locked up in the meantime. She watched him and wished she could just get out, especially after Christian walked behind her. "I can see why they used these stocks." Cassie felt Christian put his hand on her ass, a quick movement to cup her butt and by the time she could gasp in surprise Christian was moving innocently towards the front. When he came into view she could see the dark look in his eyes. "Cassie's been a bad girl." "You mean the paint can?" Nicholas asked. Christian nodded. "We should leave her locked up as punishment." Christian said and some of the stage hands nearby laughed at hearing it. Cassie struggled a bit as she panicked but Mr. Strauss just stepped back and stared at the mechanisms as she struggled to see if they held. "Do that again." He commanded and she all too gladly struggled. She couldn't get free and it was strange that she was really trying to get free while Mr. Strauss watched his stock to see if it worked right. "I think that's a good idea. She needs to be punished." He looked at her. "And she should do her best to get out of them. Nothing's unfair but don't try to lift stocks off the floor. It's too heavy for you." She didn't know what to say to that but Mr. Strauss didn't give her a chance, turning on his heel and walking away, both companions in tow. She struggled for a bit but nothing had changed, she was a prisoner. She couldn't believe she was stuck like this, knowing her panties were showing made her feel vulnerable but it was Christian's reaction that really sparked something inside her. If only Tommy would look at her that way. Boys were too fickle and stupid, it took them forever to see the hints and if they did, they came on too strong. She felt helpless and in a way it turned her on. After some time had passed Belinda floated over to check on her. "How are you doing Hon? You want out?" Cassie glanced over to the guys huddle together talking quietly and occasionally sparing her glances. They'd been busy talking since she'd been locked up, giving up any pretext at working. "I don't think I'm doing any good like this anymore, am I?" "Other than exciting every guy in the building?" Belinda asked. "I didn't mean to. I'm going to the mall after this and I just wanted Tommy to notice me. I wasn't going to bend over at the mall." Belinda eyed her. "Well maybe, if Tommy was the only one watching. But I want him to like me!" She said and Belinda gave her a pat. "Let's test the mechanism out, the boys have had their fun." Belinda said as she pushed the button. The lock sprung loose and the upper beam unlatched but Belinda struggled a bit to get the beam up. Mr. Strauss rushed over to help. "Are you having a problem lifting the weight or is the lock stuck?" He asked quickly, his attention focused on the mechanism in single minded determination. "The lock is stuck I think." Belinda said as she tried to lift once again. "Hold the button down." Mr. Strauss ordered and Belinda complied as he lifted the upper beam away. "It seems we've got a glitch." He looked at Cassie. "Thank you for your help. I may need you later if that's okay." He said as Cassie quickly stepped back out of the contraption. She rubbed at her wrists then gave him a nervous smile. She wanted to help but being stuck like that made her nervous. She'd been bombarded by thoughts and feelings. The more helpless she'd felt the more excited. Still, if Mr. Henderson could make sacrifices, so could she. "Sure Mr. Strauss. There's no one else who can do it anyways." She looked around but it was already late afternoon and people were going home. She'd been locked up for over an hour. Cassie followed Belinda back over to the costumes and helped make some minor adjustments to a few costumes. "I can't stay forever if I'm going to the mall." She pointed out suddenly. She was torn. She wanted Tommy to see her, but she didn't want to let Jim down. "It's all about boys at your age." Belinda commented. "Just be careful what you wish for. You might get it." They laughed at that as they kept working. Cassie needed to darn Christian's socks. The man was constantly moving and she took a glance in his direction. He was moving back from one cue mark to the next, memorizing distances so that he'd know just about how far he needed to go when he moved. Mr. Strauss was working away at his locking mechanism, his face so close to it, Cassie was surprised he could see straight. She saw Dominic pack up his gear then leave for the day. Jim walked back over and put his hand on Cassie's shoulder. "Hey, I don't know when you were going to call it a night, most people have already left but I need that backdrop painted for Act II. Do you think you can stay and help?" He asked. "I don't know, I was planning on going to the mall." Cassie admitted. "I'm sorry to ask but I'd do it myself if I could. Brian has a soccer game starting in ten minutes. I'm going to be late as it is." He looked worried, no one wanted to do the painting, not everyone had talent for the brush. Cassie really wanted to see Tommy but there was no guarantees he'd even notice her. They needed her here. "Okay. I can do it." Jim smiled brightly. "Thanks Cassie, I knew I could count on you. You can leave the paint where it is, just put the top on and I'll clean up in the morning. I've got to go." He walked away quickly and Cassie noticed only four or five people remained in the place. "Everyone's going home for the day." Cassie commented. "Me included." Belinda said as she glanced around. "If I go are you going to be safe with that stock?" Cassie saw the worried look on her face but smiled. A quick look told her that only Mr. Strauss and Nicholas were left. "I should be fine. Mr. Strauss is here to protect me." She pointed out. Belinda gave her a smile then put her things away. "Call me if you need me Hon. I don't want them getting any ideas." Belinda offered. "Thanks! But I doubt it'll be a problem, just two guys and one of them is Mr. Strauss." Cassie commented. Cassie spared Mr. Strauss a glance but he was so busy working on his mechanism he didn't seem to notice her watching. Nicholas was practicing lines and some fighting steps he'd use during the play. He looked funny working by himself. Cassie thought about the mall then shrugged, getting back to it. She worked diligently, concentrating on getting it done quickly on the off chance she finished early and could still make it to the mall but by the time she was finished it was dark outside. She made ready to clean up despite Jim's assurance he'd do it in the morning. "Cassie, can I borrow you again?" Mr. Strauss asked, startling her out of her own thoughts. He was still at his stocks and been so quiet she'd assumed he'd gone home a while ago. Even Nicholas had stopped reciting lines and she'd thought she was alone. "Sure Mr. Strauss." She smiled at the idea of leaving the paints lying around to be kicked by someone else so she wouldn't be the bumbler anymore. She waited for Mr. Strauss to motion her into the stocks then made sure her hair wasn't going to get trapped by the descending upper beam. Mr. Strauss put the beam down and Cassie heard the stocks lock. She tried to get comfortable while Mr. Strauss went back over the locking mechanism. He'd take his time and forget she was trapped knowing her luck. At least no one else was around to look at her panties. She saw Jason the stage hand appear, clipboard in hand taking notes on the far side of the work area. She hoped he didn't see them and decide to come over for another view. "What do you think Mr. Strauss?" Cassie asked, trying to hurry the process. She could barely make out his look of concentration from beneath her hair. She cursed herself for not putting it up in a ponytail. Tommy was going to miss out tonight after all. "I think it's finished, and fully functional to boot." He said, tapping the lock then stepping back. "Now try to get out again." He ordered. She jerked on the beam, pulled, pushed and wiggled. "I don't think so." She said. "That was half hearted Cassie, when I say fully functional I mean I could use it for criminals who'd desperately try to get away." He walked all the way around her, as he got behind her she tried to close her legs tightly together hoping that was enough to hide her panties but knew it wasn't. He passed by without a comment and she couldn't see his face except when he reappeared in front. "I want you to give it your best shot. I want you to really struggle to free yourself." "But I'm trying, honest." She admitted. "No. You're doing me a favor so you're trying to be nice. Don't be nice anymore, I want you to try to break it. Seeing you locked up this afternoon got me thinking. It made me think that the stocks would be a good way to punish bad little girls. Little girls that don't do what they're told." "You're talking about me." He nodded with a half smile on his face. "But I'm trying Mr. Strauss! Are you going to punish me?" Cassie said in a dead panic, her heart hammering in her chest. Mr. Strauss stayed eerily silent. "Please don't punish me Mr. Strauss, I'll try harder!" She pleaded. "What have we here?" Nicholas asked as he entered the area holding two drinks in hands. He was watching Cassie, his eyes flicking behind her and she suddenly felt exposed. He handed Mr. Strauss one of the drinks and kept the other for himself. "I had to go across the street, the cafe is closed, everyone's gone for the night. Raymond was stuck by a light, he'll be here shortly." Cassie felt her heart jump. Mr. Strauss had been alone and now there were four counting Jason who was still down at the far end counting. "I think I'm going to spank Cassie here for what happened earlier. She drew unwanted attention to the stocks, God only knows what Belinda thinks of us now." Mr. Strauss said. Cassie was overwhelmed. Her protector was the one turning out to be bad. "Of course Cassie, you could always escape the stocks like I instructed you to do." He added. She started banging against the restraints, fighting to get free until she was out of breath and her wrists hurt. "I can't!" She yelled. "Now please, let me go. I want to go home." She sounded pitiful but she was too scared to care at this point. Jason heard the commotion and came over. "What's going on?" He asked then suddenly appeared in front of Cassie. He looked into her face. Why wasn't he hitting the button? "Get me out of here Jason! Please!" She begged. "Do we have a bad girl again?" Christian asked as he walked in with Raymond close behind. Both me were smiling, holding cold drinks in their hands and looking excited. "What has she done now." He asked in mock exasperation. "Take your pick." Nicholas mentioned. "We have her where we want her, we can't think of a reason to let her go." He said. "Interesting." Charles said as he appeared from the other side. Cassie was now locked in stocks with six men surrounding her. There wasn't another soul in screaming range. They'd all gone home long ago. "Let me out of here." She demanded with as much authority as she could muster. The men hooted with laughter or clapped. "Listen to our girl giving orders, the sweet young thing." Raymond said. "Look at that body, would you? Have you ever seen anything so inviting?" Her eyes went wide as he spoke. It wasn't about her panties showing. They were going to do far worse. The Stocks Charles closed the distance and began pushing hair from Cassie's face. "Such pretty blonde hair." Cassie looked up into his face and saw that dark hunger she'd seen on Christian earlier. He wanted her. "I love this ass." She jumped as Nicholas ran his hand over her back and butt, his fingers coming to rest on the back of her thigh. "Please...let me go." She said weakly and they laughed. "I want her first." Christian said. "Not you, you're too charged up. We get to go first." Raymond retorted. Christian gave him a stern look. "Admit it, you want her too badly to go first. You'll have to wait if you want to enjoy yourself." He added. Cassie was trembling now, tears falling from her eyes. She sobbed. "Our little pet is frightened. You've scared her. You're definitely in the penalty box." Mr. Strauss said. Christian put his hands up and backed away a few steps, staring into Cassie's face hungrily. "Nicholas, you're there. Why don't you go first." Mr. Strauss offered. Nicholas said nothing but she felt his hand begin to rub her butt. She felt so exposed as the others including Christian moved behind her for a better view. Only Jason stayed in front of her. She looked into his face to see if he'd help her but he just watched her back, saying nothing. "Please help me." She said but Jason ignored her pleas. Nicholas suddenly slapped her ass and she jumped at the impact. Pain spread out from her left ass cheek then faded. "I'll spank her. She deserves it. From all of us." The others agreed. She sobbed. Nicholas pushed her skirt up out of the way then pulled her panties down. She wiggled a bit, desperately trying to think of a way to get them to stop staring at her. Nicholas delivered another blow to her butt. "Stay still." He ordered. She fought off a fresh wave of tears. Nicholas rubbed her naked butt softly, the hand marks of his previous blows stung when he touched them. "She's got one of the cutest asses I've ever seen." Christian remarked. The others agreed with him. Nicholas drew his fingers between her legs, parting her soft pussy lips and touching her clit as he explored the area. She closed her eyes and tried to fight off the sensations he was sparking inside her. "How is she to the touch?" Charles asked. "Fabulous." Nicholas replied then he slapped her once again. She jerked against the blow, biting her lower lip to ride the pain. He hit her again and she cried out. "Do you see how she moves?" Raymond said. "She's a hot young thing. I'd be surprised if we could tame her." He pointed out. Nicholas began spanking her. With every hit she was pushed against the stocks, she gave a yelp of pain and tried to do her best to ride it out. Finally he finished. "My hand's about had it." He admitted. Cassie's butt felt like it was on fire, her skin was hot enough where he'd hit her that she could feel the cooler air flowing around it. She felt so helpless, she couldn't even rub the abused flesh. Jason knelt down and talked to her softly through the whole thing, helping her survive the stinging punishment, pushing her hair out of her face and finally kissing her on the lips when it was over. "You did well." Jason said with a half smile on his face. "Take a break Nicholas. I'll have a go at her." Charles said. Cassie got scared as she tried to look over her shoulder but could see nothing. Fresh hands touched her hips, careful not to touch her angry red flesh. He drew his right hand down between her legs and felt her pussy. "I've wanted to do this for a while." He admitted then played with her until she gasped in pleasure. She struggled with the fact that she was here against her will but having her body respond to what they were doing. Charles made things worse but inserting his finger inside her. He began finger fucking her, wiggling to get a good feel inside her and drawing out a moan of pleasure. "There is it, she's responding." Christian remarked. Cassie felt her face bloom with heat. Jason watched her start to lose herself in the pleasure, his hands came up to hold her face in place. She could only look back into his face as Charles let his pants down and unceremoniously entered her. She felt the penetration and gasped, her body jumping at the sudden intrusion but Charles began pumping his hips immediately, fucking her fast. Her breathing deteriorated as she tried to catch her breath and moan at the same time. "So beautiful." Jason said. He stood up and opened his pants. Cassie was less than a foot from him as he took his cock out. He was semi-erect and growing but he gave himself three quick strokes then put the tip to her lips. "Take this in your mouth. If you're good I won't fuck you." He said and Cassie opened her mouth. Jason pushed his hips forward nearly choking her. She couldn't suck his cock because she couldn't move her head or touch him. So Jason put his hands on her head and began fucking her mouth. At first she kept choking with every thrust but Jason learned how far he could go without hurting her and he settled into a steady rhythm. Charles kept moving his hips faster, his libido outstripping his stamina and he threw his head back and cried out as he came. Cassie felt his hot semen hit her insides and she moaned and wiggled against him. "She didn't like that." Charles said as he withdrew from her, gave her ass two soft slaps which set her skin on fire anyway then took five steps back. "I'm next." Raymond said then she felt him settle between her legs. His dick pressed up between her legs then he found her opening and pushed inside. She cried out then moaned as he fucked her. His cock pushed deeper than before and she felt her body begin to convulse with the first stirrings of orgasm. Jason began breathing heavier then thrust into her mouth with slower, deeper strokes. He was mouthing a steady stream of curse words then shook his hips before freezing in place. His cock pulsed then he exploded in her mouth. She choked on the first wave of semen but she couldn't spit it out and had to swallow. "Fuck yeah! She's a world class cocksucker." He said then pulled his cock out of her mouth. She coughed and tried to catch her breath but Nicholas stepped into place. "If she's as good as you say I think I'll give this end a try." He said then freed himself from his pants. Cassie watched as he stroked himself a few times then put his dick in her mouth. It took him a little bit longer to figure out what worked best but he found his tempo and began fucking her mouth. Raymond started grunting and slammed his hips into hers, pushing deep inside her. She could feel how hard he was and it was too much. She convulsed then orgasmed, her cries muffled by Nicholas' cock. "Good God, that's the spirit." He said as he tried to weather her twitching. Jason moved to the other side of the stock then Cassie felt him open her shirt. He pulled it widely apart then pushed her bra up over her breasts. He fondled her, rubbing at her nipples then after a slight hesitation she felt him licking and sucking her tits. She was moaning steadily now. Her body was alive, her ass on fire and her pussy thrumming. As badly as they were using her body, it was responding to the stimulus and she found she wanted more. Raymond couldn't keep up his heavy thrusting forever and finally he cried out and exploded inside her. She felt it and was sent into her own release which was so strong Nicholas pulled back too far and he popped out of her mouth. She cried out and arched her back until the orgasm subsided. "There, there." Nicholas said then put his dick back in her mouth. "She's enjoying it as much as we are." Christian pointed out. "Then we need to make sure we do our part." Mr. Strauss put in. Raymond pulled out of Cassie and fell back a few steps. "Go ahead Christian, you've waited long enough." He offered and Christian wasted no time moving up to her. He rubbed her red ass reverently then felt her soaking pussy. He pulled his cock from his pants then pushed it inside her. "God I've waited for this long enough!" He said then began fucking her in earnest. She grunted with each thrust, trying to breathe around Nicholas' cock but he finally gripped her head solidly then exploded. She swallowed him down quickly but some escaped her mouth. Nicholas bucked twice, each time filling her mouth with more semen then he dropped back, his cock popping out of her mouth with a wet sound. She swallowed the last bits of cum then tried to catch her breath between moans. Christian was relentless. He fucked her hard, pushing into her savagely. She could feel Jason playing with her boobs and she thought she'd go mad with pleasure. She was almost on top of another orgasm when Christian pushed his thumb up against her ass and tried to push it inside her. "No!" She said but it was too late, he switched the thick digit for his index finger. As he pushed against her she gave way and he made it inside. The feeling of penetration in an place she'd never shared with anyone was too much. It sent her over the edge and she came again with a scream. Christian stopped to let her pass through her orgasm then began moving again as soon as she came down. "I knew you liked it in the ass." He said as he fucked her harder. Her whole body was buzzing from the orgasms but she could feel Christian push deeper into her ass. The pleasure was so intense that the pain from his finger in her ass quickly subsided. He fucked her hard then began pushing his finger in and out of her, trying to switch thrusts, first her pussy, then her ass. He tried to find a rhythm but he just couldn't do it. With a growl he withdrew his finger, grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her as fast and as hard as he could. She cried out at the rough sex but she reached orgasm again and as she came she squeezed her inner muscles forcing Christian over the edge. He roared like a lion as he came inside her, his semen flooding through her in greater quantities as the others. She could feel him leaking out of her before he had pulled out. He laid himself down on her back, one arm dangling down her side as Jason continues suckling her. But Christian surprised her when he turned his head and placed a tender kiss in the middle of her sweat stained back. "Thank you." He said then withdrew from her. She could feel the cum dripping from her pussy, it was running down her legs but no one moved to let her up and Jason didn't stop playing with her tits. "I think I'll give it a try." Mr. Strauss said and Cassie gasped. She heard a zipper come down then felt his hand on her back, steadying himself. "You're a lovely girl Cassie and I'm so glad you decided to help us with this." He mused more to himself than to her or the others. She felt the tip of his cock tease her labia then he pushed inside of her. He wasn't quick to move, instead he seemed to be feeling her out. He moved slightly and she moaned. "Very sensitive now. I think it's time." He said. She didn't know what he meant but she had no intention of stopping him. She was exhausted from the orgasms, sex had never been this good with the guys at her school and in a way she didn't want it to stop. Mr. Strauss began fucking her, taking his time and she felt her body respond. He was hard inside her as he shifted his weight, changing angles of penetration like he was stirring her insides. It felt so good for him to be inside but he pulled out. "You're soaking wet. Not just your juices but the men who've fucked you as well. I think I'm slick enough now." He said but she didn't know what he meant until she felt him pusht he tip of his cock against her ass. "Oh!" She exclaimed but she didn't deny him. She felt the insistent pushing but she'd never had anal sex before and didn't know what to expect. "Relax Cassie, relaxing your ass or it will hurt. Give yourself to me. Give it all." He said then began pushing again. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. She cried out in pain as he managed to get the tip of his dick inside her. She marveled at how different each man's cock had been. Mr. Strauss wasn't particularly big compared to the others but it was hard, too hard for her to take. It didn't matter though, he kept pushing. She cried out some more as he pushed further, he got another inch inside her before he stopped to rest. She was panting, her ass has taken so much abuse it didn't seem fair but the feeling of being violated did something for her, made her feel vulnerable and open, it made her hot thinking about it and she knew she wanted to try more. Mr. Strauss moved out slightly then pushed further in, each time he got a little further along until he was finally inside deep enough to fuck her without fear of falling out. They fell into a grunting, moaning mess of movement. Her pain faded to be replaced by pleasure. It was different than when they'd fucked her pussy but it was good and she felt her body begin to curl up into a spring ready to release and throw her sailing through the air. She could feel his balls slapping at her pussy, his hands holding her hips firmly. She was secure, taken, helpless. All of it made her feel alive, free and her body responded to the feelings by charging her up. "So tight." Mr. Strauss breathed but Cassie couldn't hold out anymore. Her body uncurled and she came. She screamed and clenched her fists. She squeezed her ass and Mr. Strauss was forced over the edge, the friction to much for him. He exploded in her ass then stopped to catch his breath. They stood there silently for several moments. No one saying a thing. Jason stopped playing with her boobs. Mr. Strauss gingerly pulled out of her ass and she breathed a sigh of relief. There was a fine line between pleasure and pain when it came to anal sex. She was glad for the experience but this was not the ideal way to discover it. Nicholas stepped forward and pressed the button, releasing Cassie from the stocks. She couldn't lift the beam, she knew that but she didn't have to try as Jason joined Nicholas in pushing it away from her. Charles put his hand on her stomach then helped right her. She had shaky legs from the many orgasms and she didn't think she could walk. Jason took over, sweeping her off her feet. The men were moving, Raymond got towels, Mr. Strauss cleared a space where Jason could put her down. Nicholas got his drink and handed it over to her. But Christian, the man who'd wanted her the most, treated her the worst, he got on his knees, took a towel and gently began patting her dry. The seminal fluid was sticky and didn't pat well but the attempt was appreciated. "The Stocks are a success." Mr. Strauss declared suddenly. "I'd say so." Jason remarked and they all laughed. Cassie couldn't help herself, she laughed too. She sat there trying to decide how she felt about the whole thing. She'd been dead set against it to begin with but she had to admit to herself she loved it. It had been the best sex she'd ever had. What kid could match that? "It's late. We better pack up and get out of here." Mr. Strauss said. "I can give Cassie a ride home." Jason offered. Mr. Strauss turned to Cassie and smiled. "Thank you for helping me test my stocks." He said and she couldn't help it, she smiled. "I hope you don't feel too badly about us but after the last rehearsal Wednesday night I'll need to recheck them, can I count on your help?" Jason pulled her shirt closed while Nicholas retrieved her panties and skirt. She stood up with Charles' help and put them all back on. Jason offered her his should and she leaned on it before turning back to Mr. Strauss. "I'd love to."