The Ann Summers Rep

 

In the UK we have a sex shop chain called Ann Summers. Reps from the shop will organise parties or visit groups to display and sell their wares. This is one such party.

 

The group referred to herein as “Lynx” is a genuine group, primarily  cyber, set up by and run by the author. For the avoidance of doubt, only fully  consensual acts are ever condoned.

 

 

 

Celia lugged the two heavy suitcases up the path to the front door of the house . Normally she’d only have one suitcase but the host for this evening had specifically asked that she bring some “more spicy” items in addition to the usual suitcase of erotic underwear and sex toys which filled the first suitcase.

First glance showed a very ordinary looking home in a leafy suburb of North London. Celia wondered if the other people in the street had any idea what would be going on in this house tonight. What would they think or do if they knew there was an Ann Summers party where ordinary suburban housewives in their ordinary suburban lives would giggle at, touch, and (she hoped) buy her “adult” toys and clothing to liven up their sex lives.

 

Would they be appalled ? Would they join in ? One of the things she found most interesting about this job, which she’d had for only two months, was you never quite knew who would be behind that door ! The parties were women only, so that was fixed, but you met some strange people on this beat !

 

She pushed her long blonde hair from her pretty face.

 

One ring of the bell

 

The door opened, a tall blonde with a substantial cleavage opened the door. Sound of talk and laughter from somewhere in the back of the house suggested the party had already started.

 

“I’m Celia, the Ann Summers rep”

 

“Fantastic, you’re right on time, my name’s Chloe” said the blonde as she ushered Celia in to the house and took her coat.

 

“Please come through”

 

Chloe led Celia into a large room with well, I guess you’d have to say, typical suburban furniture and fittings. Floral curtains, large generous sofas and some scatter cushions on the floor.

 

“Girls, let me introduce Celia, who is an Ann Summers rep” said the now beaming Chloe.

 

On and around the scatter cushions sat five attractive women, whom Chloe introduced in turn.

 

“This is Christine” - a slightly overweight brunette waved a hand in Celia’s direction

“This is Jenny” – a red-head waved back

“Over there by the window we have Ann and Pat” – two attractive blondes sang in unison, “Hi there !”

“And here is Linda” – a small slightly shy looking brunette with short hair nodded back.

 

“So girls” continued Chloe, “I asked Celia to bring some “extra special” things tonight so Celia let me fix you a drink and we can start”

 

“I’ll just have water if that’s OK” said Celia “I’m driving”

 

As Chloe went off to fetch Celia’s drink Celia wondered with just six people would she make enough money tonight to make it worth her while. And they didn’t exactly look like big spenders either. A particularly attractive group of women though, she noted.

 

Chloe pranced back into the room bearing a full glass of water.

 

“Maybe we start off slow and work our way to the “special items” suggested Chloe

 

“OK by me“ replied Celia as she opened the first (and her usual) suitcase to reveal an array of sexy underwear and toys, including vibrators, creams and oils, and even chocolate penises !

 

The items were passed around with interest but not with huge enthusiasm and after 15 minutes of banter from Celia and examining of objects by the group there was no sign of a sale. Celia was in despair, she’d driven 40 miles for this “gig” and didn’t want to leave empty handed.

 

At the next offer of drinks, Celia accepted a glass of red wine – she needed it !

 

“OK, let’s move to the next suitcase” suggested Celia and all eyes were suddenly fixed on her.

 

Following prior discussions with Chloe, who’d organised this little “get-together” Celia had packed the second suitcase with bondage paraphernalia, rope, gags, cuffs of all shapes and sizes. This was why her load was so heavy this evening.

 

She started passing items round and there was excited chatter as the women examined her stock of BDSM equipment.

 

“Can we try some of them out” Linda raised her voice above the chatter. Linda was actually the last person Celia expected to lead the suggestion.

 

“I guess so, as long as we clean items before I re-pack them” said Celia, not terribly keen on anyone trying out a gag, covering it with saliva, then putting it back in her box of tricks.

 

“Who can I try these cuffs on ?”  - Pat, one of the two blondes sat together asked.

 

No takers

 

“Come on girls” chimed in Chloe, “are we up for buying this stuff or not ?”

 

Still no takers, a few pursed lips maybe

 

“Look, if it helps break the ice I’ll try them on“ Celia, now desperate to get to a sale, was about to break all the rules reps are taught when they go out on the road. But with a group like this , shy as they were, what was the worst that could happen ?

 

Pat took the cuffs, leather with small padlocks on each wrist and fastened Celia’s hands tightly behind her back with them.

 

“Hang on, hands in front only” said Celia.

 

“How about trying a gag now” said Ann, interrupting Celia’s chain of thought and speech.

 

“Wait a minute……no !” – As Pat held Celia’s upper torso, Ann expertly pushed a large red rubber ball into Celia complaining mouth and strapped it in place behind her head.

 

As this was happening, cuffs were being applied to Celia’s ankles by the other women so that in an instant she was tightly bound and gagged.

 

Chloe rolled Celia over on to her front and expertly pulled her ankles up to her bound wrists and secured her in a restrictive hogtie.

 

“There, that should keep you quiet and calm”

 

At that moment the doorbell rang. It was 8 pm

 

“Bang on time “ said Chloe.

 

Chloe left the room to answer the door and returned with five men, who’s attention was immediately drawn to Celia, bound and helpless in the middle of the room.

 

“Well, well” said one of the men, nice work girls !

 

Chloe turned to the helpless Celia

“We girls are going out to party until the early hours, we’ll leave you in the capable hands of these gentlemen, who have a party of their own in mind ! “

 

With that the women filed out of the room and left the house with a slam of the front door leaving Celia helpless with five men grinning ear to ear thinking about what was to come…

 

9 pm

After a few drinks and some rough fondling of Celia’s breasts the men had secured her in a terrifying position. They had slowly fondled and stripped her and cut away any remaining clothing with scissors and knives while she was helplessly hogtied. She was now bound tightly with rope to a drinks trolley. Her upper torso lying on the base of the trolley underneath the upper shelf of the trolley which held the drinks. Her wrists were bound to the two front legs of the trolley at about head height and her legs were attached at the ankles to the two rear legs of the trolley. Her head was roped into position at the level of the upper tray of the trolley, in other words she was exposed like a figurehead on a ship but on a wheeled trolley instead. Most importantly her head was presented at groin height for the men and her limbs were secured so they could not impede access to her face. Her mouth was held wide open by a huge ring gag made of a metal ring wrapped around with leather.

 

The lead man spoke “ You will be our sex slave for several hours, this first position is to enable you to service our needs for blow jobs for the first hour or so. But first we’ll help ourselves to drinks from the trolley which means we don’t need you beautiful mouth just yet”

 

With that he produced a robber penis attached to a leather strap.

 

“Open wide ! Oh, I see you have already (laughter amongst the men). He pushed the 4 inch long , 1 inch across rubber cock deep into her mouth through the hole in the ring gag and secured it tightly behind her head using the leather strap. She gagged through reflex.

 

“Relax baby, it will be the real thing soon”

 

The men wheeled the trolley around from one to the other while they helped themselves to a couple of rounds of drinks.

 

“Time for some mouth action” said one.

 

The rubber cock was unfastened and pulled out and the first cock rammed into her throat, she was then passed around nonchalantly with the trolley as if they were just helping themselves to drinks. But each “stop” resulted in another erect cock shoved into her mouth and a throatfull of ejaculated semen to swallow. The gag made it impossible for her to control the depth each cock was pushed in to and several times she almost vomited as it hit the back of her throat. After a while, the men stopped and disappeared out of the room.

 

10 pm

Celia was untied and bundled off the trolley. Her hands and arms were pulled tightly behind her and secured with a leather single sleeve arm-binder which one of the men produced from a bag. This held not only her wrists but also her elbows touching and the effort made her breasts thrust out in front of her. She was led, bound and still gagged into the hallway where a rope was passed through a metal ring at the wrist end of the arm-binder and while she was tightly held by two of the men, a third man, by climbing the stairs, hooked the other end of the rope into a metal hook on the ceiling.

 

The rope was then pulled hard, raising her arms high and straight out behind her, thrusting her head forward as her hands were raised higher. She could feel a spreader bar being attached between her ankles and this further unbalanced her. She was now in an excruciating position, arms pinioned together and attached to the ceiling, legs spread wide, with her face about two feet from the floor and still of course, gagged.

 

She realised all three orifices were readily available to the men and as she considered this she felt a huge erect cock penetrate her vagina “ doggy style” The man was roughly pummelling her ass with the palms of his hands as he thrust in and out. She made whatever sound she could through the gag, but even this release was cut off when a  second man thrust his cock into her forced-open mouth. The two men rode her in tandem, almost in synchrony, until first one man was replaced, then another. Her mouth was constantly occupied, behind her, her anus and vagina seemed to be used in equal measure according to each man’s preferences. After about an hour, everything stopped and she wondered what was coming next.

 

11pm

She had been retied on one of the large king size beds in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Her body was spreadeagled, wrists attached by rope to the two top bedposts, but instead of attaching her ankles to the two bottom legs, they were attached to the sides of the bed. This left her legs spread almost in the “splits” position, with her pussy exposed more than ever before.

 

The ring gag was removed and one of the men attending to her spoke “We don’t need your mouth for this part so we’ll just make sure no noise comes out of it”. With that he stuffed an enormous ball of cloth deep into her mouth. This pushed out her cheeks like a balloon. Her lips were sealed with several pieces of duct tape. An elasticated bandage was then wrapped over the tape, further constricting her face and mouth and closing down almost all noise from her. Finally, more duct tape was wrapped over the whole thing to produce a tightly packed and thoroughly sealed package.

 

They left her like that for what seemed ages, only the sound of clinking bottles and men’s laughter coming from below.

 

At last the men appeared. Each was holding two items from her suitcase of toys downstairs. In one hand, a vibrator of some kind. In the other , either a whip or a paddle.

 

“Now, sweetheart, time for some pain I’m afraid. “

 

At that the men took it in turns to whip and pummel her with their implements. They paired up so that there was always someone teasing or penetrating her with a vibrator, while his partner beat her with a whip or paddle. After an hour or more of this she was in agony, but had come many times.

 

Each man then took it in turn to fuck her one last time as she lay helpless and crying softly on the bed before each in turn moved off downstairs.

 

It was now the early hours and she could hear the women returning.

Much laughter again.

Footsteps coming up the stairs.

Chloe.

Chloe admired Celia’s body up and down. She was clearly drunk. She pulled up her skirt, pulled off her panties and jumping on the bed, thrust her pussy in Celia’s face. She ripped away at the multiple layers of the gag and when she had freely available mouth she pushed her pussy into Celia’s mouth. “Lick me bitch or you won’t get out of here tonight”. Celia obliged, considering what she’s already suffered this evening this was nothing. Chloe, clearly turned on massively, came repeatedly within minutes, removed herself and headed downstairs.

 

Minutes later the sound of a man’s footsteps.

“Sorry about that, that doesn’t normally happen, guess she couldn’t resist”

 

Celia was unfastened, hoisted off the bed and offered her clothes.

 

“Get dressed, your suitcases have been packed and put in your car, I’m taking you home”

 

As they slipped down the stairs and out the front door the assembled group of men and women were slowly filing out of the door in ones and twos.

 

They got into her car

 

He drove

 

He seemed to know her address. She sat silently and exhausted. He stopped outside her house and turned to her

 

“What happens next is your call, go to the police if you want, you’ll have to explain what happened and we’ll all state that you were a willing participant. After all, you were the one that first offered yourself to be tied. To have all the girls testifying against you as well, what chance do you think you’ve got of anyone believing you ? But like I said it’s your call. Think it over”

 

With that he opened the door but before she stepped out he added “If you choose not to report this, and I really would advise you not to, you can either forget it or get back in touch. Here’s a card with an untraceable cell phone number on it. Call if you want to talk. What you may not know is all the women there tonight started out as victims like you, but came round to our way of thinking in the end. We are a rich group of men who pay for these women to enjoy themselves on occasions and in return they help us out from time to time. We are a select group of men interested in sexual BDSM called Lynx. Think about where you want to take this “

 

With that he exited the car and jumped into a black limousine which had followed them from the original house and left.

 

One month later

Carrie pulled into the car park of the hotel near Heathrow airport. Carrie was an escort who specialised in businessmen staying in these hotels away from home on short “business” trips. Only part of the world knew these hotels were over-run with escorts like her. This would be an unusual assignment though. Two women who wanted a threesome with hints they may want some submissive roleplay from Carrie. Oh well, might be fun.

 

Carrie knew the concierge in this hotel since he got regular kick-backs from her and some of the other girls.

No acknowledgement passed between them though even though their eyes met.

 

She headed directly for the elevator and thumbed the button for the fourth floor. Room 423.

 

She knocked on the door.

 

The door opened slowly

“Hi, you must be Carrie, come in. I’m Celia, it’s great you could make it at such short notice. We’ve been looking forward to this all day”

 

The door of room 423 closed softly behind her.