Tied to the bench, spread eagled and struggling, the masked attendants slip a remote controlled vibrator into my pussy, tail curved up and resting on my exposed clit. Then they slowly push, one by one, a string of anal beads deep into my asshole.

Next they untie my ankles one at a time, and pull a crotchless latex body suit up to my waist.

My shouts and cries for help have so far been useless, so I simply whimper and moan as a leather strap is pulled tight between my legs and locked into place around my waist. No matter how much I struggle, the toys aren’t coming out any time soon.

Next are the shoes. Laced up to my bare thighs, the tallest heels you can imagine, that will keep me on my toes when I stand up. Even laying down, I’m forced to keep my feet pointed by their structure.

Securing my ankles back to the table, they untie each of my arms one at a time to slip the body suit over my shoulders. My torso is now fully encased in shiny back material, apart from my boobs which are exposed through cutouts. They sit me up and I feel the zip being pulled up to the back of my neck, before they grab my arms and tie them in a tight box tie behind my back. 

Next, a black hood is pulled over my head, and laced up tightly at the back, muffling my hearing and blocking my vision.

I try one last time to plead for release, but they take that moment to force a harness dildo gag into my mouth. Fastened over my head and beneath my chin, I try to push the massive cock out but it holds my jaw open firmly and tickles the back of my throat where I gag on it continuously.

They then pull a wide collar around my neck, and pull it just tight enough that every breath is a slight struggle. The shape of it holds my chin up and prevents me from turning my head to look any direction other than forward. 

I begin to struggle and writhe again, as I feel a clamp pinch one of my nipples. A chain is threaded through a special loop on the collar, and a second clamp pinches the other, lifting my tits and giving me no respite at all. 

They finally untie my ankles again, before attaching them to a long pole that forces me to keep my legs open and apart.

I feel hands pull me into an upright position, and a whip snaps behind me. Struggling to remain standing with the heels and spreader bar, I am forced to slowly stumble forward, led by a leash.

The sounds of heavy techno music can be heard in the distance, and it gradually gets louder and louder, until a set of doors are opened and I am guided onto what is presumably a club floor.

I feel hands reaching out to touch every part of my body. Fondling my chest, tugging the clamp chain, slipping fingers under the belt and pulling it tighter. A hand slaps my ass hard and I stumble again, until I am lifted, presumably onto a platform, and tied into place via a chain or rope hooked to a ring on the top of my harness gag.

This is the only support it seems I will get, as the hands move away and I hear the MC make an announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Our entertainment for the evening has arrived!”

The remote controlled vibrator is suddenly switched on and I flinch at the feeling. The audience laughs and I let out a moan from my gag stuffed throat. It goes unheard through the noise though, and I hear the announcer tell the crowd

“Highest bidders get to play! And whoever makes it cum the most gets to take it home!”

I let out one final yell into my gag, and succumb to thrashing and writhing in my binds, as the vibrator gets turned up and once again hands cover every part of my body on show. 

I try to hold off the first orgasm, but whoever is currently holding the remote is relentless, and I find myself moaning and going weak at the knees, as my own wetness leaks out from the chastity belt and drips down my leg.

Before long the floor beneath me will be soaked, and I’ll have slipped into a mindless state, only good for orgasming. Just the way they want me.