Author's Note: A story that shows that thought is essential and can have a positive effect a dedication to the art & a fantasy fulfilled. no matter how innocent they might look know one can tell what is going on in the dark recesses of another mind.


Carrie-Anne had just finished the last of her degree's final exams. She was twenty and eleven years old, petite verging on boyish, with small breasts and a desire burning to loose her virginity in all respects.

At sixteen years old she had decided to remain a virgin until she had finished university and was ready to depart along the road of life. She had worked out that she would celebrate her twenty-first birthday in an orgy of sexual de-flowerment and debased subjection.

Her desire had been stimulated by a number of things, she had grown up grabbing hold of any book that contained bondage, she had watched any film where someone had been bound and gagged and preferably used harshly against their will. She was she realised, a very strange girl.

At eighteen she had searched the net because she realised that she might allow her arousal and frustration to indulge someone's passions for her, and so not get to receiver her freedom at twenty-one. She had three years of temptation and frustration ahead of her and she intended to suffer through each and every day of them, until the day of release finally arrived.

She searched for three weeks before she discovered the perfect item of control to suit her desires. She purchased a hand crafted, steel belted, heavily reinforced chastity belt, which was designed for long term wear. She would not only have to live through her frustration for those three long years, but also have to put up with all the restrictions on her body and life that the belt created for her. The idea of the belt had appealed to her warped sense of rightness.

The belt arrived a long month after she sent her body dimensions to the maker, it had been very expensive but was guaranteed irremovable without the key, and it had certain anti-tamper features built in too dissuade the wearer from self abuse or pleasurable sex in anyway.

Along with the belt she had purchased a three year contract, which ended the day before her birthday with the only key being forwarded to an address of her choice. The contract formed a bond between her and the suppliers, which in brief ensured that the key would not be provided for the chastity device until the appointed time. Once the belt was fitted and locked there would be no escape and she knew it.

Just holding the belt in her hands aroused her sex, she realised that without it she would fail in her avowed aim, her long wait and a life times sexual self resolve would be destroyed. Quickly so as to give herself no option she wrapped the steel waist synch around her slim hips, then having parted her legs wide she pulled the rear mounted crutch strap between her legs, making certain that her outer sex lips were well within the restraint cup. A device within the cup would open at certain pre- specified times to allow for bodily functions, but it would shut immediately if further tampering was detected.

She had been provided with a telephone number to call to allow for the needs of her periods and had also had to give a chart of such events, a code would be sent via the telephone receiver to the belt to allow a brief amount of time to deal with her situation. Tampons were not allowed so it would be pads at all times until release was allowed.

With a gulp and a tremble she pulled the strap forwards and joined it gently to the front pin. At that point she had not actually locked the covering strap but there was no way that she could not lock it, as the waist belt was already firmly latched in place. The last strap slotted over the small hardened metal pin and as it clicked into place a series of motors activated, these pulled the straps, tightly fitting them snugly to her body.

Try as Carrie Anne did she could not move the device in any direction; it was locked onto her and shaped to fit her contours, it was as the makers adverts had said, 'designed to hold her perfectly in long term captive.' She pushed down trying to slip the belt over her hips but the device reacted as the makers had stated it would, a small warning electric shock exploded up and along her aroused sex lips cutting into her clitoris causing her hands to fly from the belt to her crotch, in agony she doubled over falling to her knees and rocking forward. That was her belts first punishment of her sex and she did not want to receive another dose for a very long time if ever.

Carrie-Anne was set for the longest three years of her life and during the whole of that time she would not dare to allow anyone to get near to her sex. As they would discover the device and she could not take the humiliation that such a discovery would lead to.

THREE LONG YEARS AND ONE DEGREE LATER.

The envelope arrived the day before my twenty-first birthday in which I expected the key to my freedom, instead there was an invitation set with a time of five pm for the next day. I looked at it feeling puzzled and eventually decided to ring the telephone number I had, to which I received nothing but a disconnected line sound.

Clearly I realised, if I wanted to receive my key I would have to attend, that was when I remembered the detailed questionnaire I had answered prior to being allowed to purchase the chastity device and its extra contract.

In it I had explained that I desired to suffer three long years of enforced chastity and to be forced to remain a virgin. I also remembered explaining briefly how I intended to loose my virginity in an orgy of lust with anyone that would fuck me hard. Now I held in my shaky hands an invitation to something called 'The Justice Party.'

The following evening found me standing outside of a large dingy looking warehouse, Before me was a steel door, which remained firmly closed. There was no bell, no way to summon anyone so I waited. At five pm the door opened and a voice ordered me to enter, which I did whilst at the same time trying to request my key. My request, no matter how loud or how firmly I made it received only silence, the door shut behind me. I turned trying to pull the door open again, but it was locked somehow.

I walked forward guided by a single light towards another door, I pushed against it and it opened without resistance. I stepped forward into a huge open concrete floored warehouse. The last thing I saw as I took a further step forward was a frame work located at the centre of the room, then everything around me turned black. I remember nothing else from then on until I awakened strapped naked and tightly to that framework.

I had no idea of the time or how long I had been out; my muscles told me I had been bound down for some time, possibly hours. My mouth was held open by a metal device that locked my jaws wide. My wrists extended out before me, but were spread fairly wide and cuffed to rods. My thighs had straps holding them down as did my ankles, my legs were spread wide revealing my chastity belt, which was still firmly locked in place. To cap it all I was blindfolded by a tight stretchy material, which try as I had would not move from over my eyes.

Thankfully I could feel that I was still wearing the chastity device so I had some level of modest remaining, but for how long? Fear swelled as I panicked yet again, I struggled, bucked and pulled, as I tried desperately to free some portion of my body. I screamed out in anger and mostly fear, but with my mouth held wide open the sounds that I formed sound nothing like they had in my head, once I emitted them.

I lifted my face hoping to see something or someone. Pointless really considering the blind fold, I didn't and couldn't, see a thing. I was alone and helpless I swiftly realised after I fell silent and listened, a speck of dust in the centre of an empty universe. Heat warmed my body and a dull sort of shaded light filtered slightly through my blindfold, a spot light had been centred on me, illuminating my body clearly too any that choose to look. Still the silence remained.

Time dragged, I struggle a little but soon gave up again. Then from behind me I heard the door I had entered through creak open. Voices and footfalls filled the space around me. People, lots of people had entered into my silent world, crushing my feelings of loneliness with their presence. Fear returned as I lay bound and presented, I sensed rather than heard them gather around me, silence fell from their lips as they studied the image I presented. A voice boomed, it had a metallic quality as though coming through speakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen presented before you is a young woman, a virginal young woman who has spent the last three years voluntarily locked in the chastity device you can see. Fingers lightly brushed the metal of my belt, others felt the flesh of my raised buttocks and beneath me two different sets of hands squeezed my hanging breasts. To my amazement I did not find this attention vulgar or horrible, no one hurt me no one went to far they just explored the object laid out for them, ie me.

"She has made a special request with her purchase." Silence ruled filling the room with anticipation. I could only think of one request and that was not a request only the provision of information as requested by the vender of my belt.

"She has asked that the belt be removed tonight and has stated that she then wished to loose her virginity in all respects, to quote her, 'in an orgy of sexual liberation!' Tonight her desire will be fulfilled by you my guests"

Oh shit, no peeled through my mind - not this way - not now - not like this I tried to scream, but I had to admit that what the voice said was perfectly accurate. I had said that and I had intended to involve myself in an orgy of sex in anyway I could as a reward to myself for remaining chaste, not that the belt had given me any choice in that.

"You ladies and gentlemen are guests of this year's Justice Party and before you is the first entertainment of the night! Shortly your host will remove the chastity belt and the deflowering of this virgin can begin in earnest."

A loud outbreak of clapping greeted the announcement that I was to be made available for their entertainment, the hands returned to pat and stroke my body. A rough sounding voice spoke near to my ear claiming that he had purchased the sole rights to the ravishment of my anal passage!

My body had been sold piece-meal, my virginity traded with little thought or regard for my wishes. This man was going to see to my anal passage, who else had brought my deflowerment, and how much had it been decided that I was worth? Feet moved as someone approached from in front of me; I heard the crowd draw back the hands that had been caressing me vanished and a chill ran down my spine as I realised that I was about to be made available.

At this point in my story I should explain that I was not alone in my bondage, lights unseen by me at that point had also switched on, illuminating others bound as I was. Women, some with, some without chastity devices, waited patiently for their turns, men were shackled amidst the women. I was to learn later that all had one thing in common; each of them had willingly allowed themselves to be put into their subjected position in one way or another, as I later would agree I had done as well.

Cages hung from the ceiling filled with naked people bound and restrained within them, all waiting their time to be used as the evening progressed. The gathering was splitting up around me, some turned away from me to select and admire the other entertainments offered. I was left with only those that had secured the rights over my body, though it would not remain that way for long.

I felt fingers brush against my crotch pushing hard against the metal that covered my sex and had done so for the last three long years. Deep inside of me something changed, my fear vanished as I realised that my repeated fantasy was about to come true in glorious detail. The hand vanished and a key found the lock and turned. A click ended my chastity; soon those who had purchased me would take my virginity.

The belt was pulled upward and away revealing my love slot for the first time to the eager expectant lucky selected few.

The person between my thighs with the key stood up, with just a simple phrase he set me on the road to ravishment. He said. "There you are, she is all yours!" Then I heard him walk away. People moved in on me, my head was gripped by my hair and lifted up, something warm and smooth penetrated my open mouth. The length and width swelled as it passed over my tongue, it pushed eager and deeper filling my mouth flattening my tongue. I was giving my first blow job, though in reality I thought, I was having my mouth fucked.

Behind me a man was pushing his erect member into my sex, thrusts followed as my outer sex lips were forced apart, the cock entered into me as he continued thrusting deeper. Pain erupted in my slit as my tightness fought back resisting his attempts, and he came. He pulled back cursing his over eagerness as another willing man stepped forward to continue what he had started.

My sex felt alive, it burned with its own desire as the second cock pushed up and into me, this one felt long and once inside of me I found out how long. My hips twitched as he thrust pushing deeper and deeper, overriding my pain with pleasure.

I had lost my virginity and that was just the start for me that evening. The cock in my mouth exploded shooting his stuff down my throat, just as I was beginning to wonder if I was going to suffocate? Shortly it was removed but the respite granted was brief. Cock followed cock until those gathered around me had received what they desired, then things slowed down.

The voice, the nasty voice with it's gravely threat returned, saying now girl for my turn. I froze at the implication, people finished behind me, my slit felt rubbed raw as the voice and its body stepped up between my wantonly spread thighs. Something cold and lubricating was rubbed against my sealed tight anus shortly followed by a rough finger being eased into my bottom hole. One finger became two then three as the liquid lube penetrated deeper into me. It was when the fingers were removed that I felt real fear, I had never envisaged being buggered in my fantasies, but that was exactly what I received from him. His cock felt huge as it tapped against my back-door. I resisted, he slapped my thigh in response. I continued to resist, so he slapped harder and longer and whilst my mind was centred on the fast growing pain in my thigh he drove forward with his hips. Thrusting his erect maleness deep into my waiting hole.

I felt like an elastic band as the cock head entered into me, I twanged and split wide allowing it in, I had no option as resisting hurt me to much. He pushed and grabbed at my hips using them for leverage as he took my anal virginity. He was methodical almost mechanical in his thrusts, he clearly intended to make this memorable for us both. His thrusts built and built; slowly at first then faster and deeper he ploughed into me. Before me, passion over rode voyeurism in a guest and my mouth was again filled with a demanding cock. That distracted me slightly from the cock pounding my bottom hole.

Fingers lightly brushed my sex; pointed female nails parted my outer sex lips entering into me. A thumb flicked gently across my clit sending me into an unresisting series of little minis orgasms. Those were the first caresses of orgasm I had had since I had purchased the chastity belt. He, behind me pounded harder and faster as he reamed my bottom hole, his time fast approached. It could not come fast enough for me as the agony of his trusts filled me and threatened to overcome me.

Twin female fingers now filled my love slot adding to my immanent humiliation, whilst the cock in my mouth pulsed alive and deep commanding my throat. I came, it was inevitable that I would: I exploded beneath their demanding assault, which in turn triggered their orgasms, and so it was that my sex responded harder, my arse-hole twitched as it was filled - I desperately tried to swallow the fluid fast filling my throat. Beneath me my clit felt the bite of sharp fingernails as a thumb and forefinger clamped tight into my tender flesh. The agony burst through me adding to the overall humiliation I felt as I displayed my lack of control for all to see.

I got a round of applause from those watching, which made me blush hard and drove my orgasm to last longer than I had ever experience, or had ever expected to experience. Thankfully the pressure on my clit was reduced as I crested and rode the wavelets of pleasure, until exhausted I collapsed and the fingers vanished.

I felt a propriety pat of well done girl to my up-thrust bare bottom, accompanied by a light scratch of the flesh from those nails that had driven my arousal, and then I was left in my bonds to rest and recover. Eventually I regained enough strength to lift my head and see the other entertainments that were going on around me. Someone had thoughtfully removed my blind fold and I had not even noticed them do it.

To my left a woman was bent forward her legs pulled wide and secured, she was being ploughed as I had been. Further round was another, but she was hooked up to some sort of fucking machine and was thrashing delightfully in her bonds as she suffered through repeated orgasms. Much I could see to the delight of the small but intensely watching gathering of assorted guests.

Before me, naked and bound to a pair of whipping posts stood a man, between him and I stood a slim delicate woman in a smart business suite. She was wielding a long tapering bull-whip and she looked to me as though she knew exactly what she was doing with it. She reached back, lightly flicking the living length of leather out behind her prior to lashing it forward, cutting a deep red line across the man's back. He screamed as the audience applauded, the whip retreated to be made ready by the woman for its next cut.

I found myself wondering how he felt as the lashes she delivered increased and his knees buckled leaving him hanging by his wrists. Further round a mechanical device caned the naked bottom of a wide hipped woman, much to the amusement of the guests. She, like the man before her screamed loudly, but unlike him she cursed and cussed to off set her agony.

A tall thin stick like man walked directly towards my face, his presence attracted and held my attention, not because of how he looked which wasn't that appealing, but because of what he carried on a ring held lightly held in his left hand. He had a key, a single shinny metal key, I knew instantly what that key fitted, it locked the metal chastity device he held in his right hand.

"I noticed that you had re-joined our little gathering, I hope that you received everything you felt you wanted in the way that best suited you?"

I nodded unable to give voice to him as my mouth and throat felt rubbed raw and pain-filled and the metal clamp still locked my jaws open.

"Good, I am pleased. There is one question that I think you need to answer; this party occurs yearly, would you like to be on the entertainment list for next years? If so just nod and it will be done.

Without thinking I nodded at him, the thought of being here and seeing this all again was more than interesting. You would think that I would have learned to be more cautious in what I requested. Clearly I had not, he walked around me and then I felt the chastity belt being fixed tightly back into place and locked. When he returned he smiled down at me and said until next year Carrie Anne. Then he left and I never saw him or the key to my freedom again that night.

I hope that I will see him tonight as I attend the party for the second time. The last year of frustration had been worse that the previous three years, as I now know exactly what I had been missing. I fixed my makeup and headed out for a night of live entertainment.