Several months back, my friend Brandi had been dumped by her husband for another woman. She showed up on my doorstep, crying her eyes out, running her mascara. Brandi is a petite redhead...normally feisty, vivacious. She's about the same size and figure as me...slim, 5 foot 5... but she has much bigger breasts. I'm a bit small in that department. Still firm, nice breasts...but I've always been a little envious of hers. She's a little older than I, late 20's. Very nice shape. I've known her since high school. Once in college I got her to try out being bisexual. She seemed to enjoy it..but obviously felt very awkward. We never repeated the experiment, and have remained close friends ever since. Now she was crying on my shoulder, and I was feeling bad for the unsisterly thoughts I was having towards her. For the next few months she went through various stages...denial...anger... Then one day she seemed to have made a decision. She knew about my wild times in college, though I'd toned down since then. Now she wanted to get a little wild herself. Maybe she thought she'd get back at her soon-to-be-ex-husband. Maybe she was just releasing some pent up frustrations. To make a long story short, for the next few weeks we did a lot of things...went to nightclubs to dance in increasingly revealing outfits, daring each other on. Went to bars without wearing panties. Flirted with some college football players. Hit some lesbian bars. And some gay bars. One we went to dinner with a would be Dominant, an older man. An anonymous meeting, arranged via email. We had no intention of doing anything with him, so I guess we were being teases, but the interview was naughty and exciting. Brandi was very turned on by it, couldn't stop talking about it. Eventually, a woman Dominant I knew talked us into a really outre experience. There we stood in a cinderblock building. It was empty, but looked like a small warehouse/garage. It was February, so there was quite a bitter chill. The place had a large old fashioned wood burning stove heater. Near it was blastingly hot, but further away it was increasingly cold. Brandi and I stood there, she in a red cocktail dress, me in denim skirt and blouse, very sexy. I shivered. I could feel my nipples hard under the blouse, and I could see Brandi's standing out. "Her highbeams on", as an old boyfriend once described it. The room was fairly dimly lit, a few dim naked lightbulbs. The red glow from the stove flickered, causing weird shadows. There was about eight big muscular guys there. Two of them black. Two white women. And our Mistress, and Master. About a dozen witnessing this. "There's the door." said Master. "Your choice." I looked at Brandi. She licked her lips nervously, and locked eyes with me. She was scared, nervous...excited. Me too. She gave a little almost imperceptible nod. "Strip." said Master. Again our eyes locked. Brandy's eyes averted, stared at the floor. She had a subdued, resigned, almost docile look. Earlier she'd stood proudly, head held high, now her head was bowed. Truly submissive. She stepped out of her heels. Barefoot in hose on the cold cement floor. Then she reached up under her red dress and peeled off her pantyhose. Her tiny bare feet now rested flat on the chilly floor. I undid my white blouse. Let it fall to the floor. Now I stood there in my black bra and denim skirt. Undid the skirt, and let it fall. Stepped out of it. I reached down and pulled off my boots. I had to bend over to get the leverage, they were tight boots. I could feel all the eyes in the room on us, burning bright like fire despite the cold. Now we were both barefoot on the cold floor. I in my black bra and panties, she in her red dress. She fumbled with the zipper in back. I helped her. She shrugged it over her head. She held it in her hands, not wanting to drop it on the floor. After a moment, she walked to a nearby table tentatively, to see if Master was going to say otherwise. She placed it on the table and walked back. She walked like a sexy cat. Down to our underwear now. Two petite, pretty women...a brunette in black bra and panties. a redhead in red bra and panties. Shoes and hose and other garments on the floor pooled close around us like an atoll in a cement sea. Hungry stares drank us in. Circling sharks. I started to undo my bra, when Mistress said, "Wait." She went to the table..rummaged...came up with two ball gags. She handed one to me. One to Brandi. "Put it on her." she said to me. I walked up to Brandi. Her green eyes flashed at me, then she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I slid the ball in. Walked behind her, fastened the strap. Mistress nodded to her. I let my hands fall to my sides, and allowed her to do the same to me. I expected things to start happening heavily then, but they didn't. Master said, "Serve drinks and snacks!" Everyone stood in little clumps. Brandy and I would walk to them, and mutely with a nod of our head, ask what they wanted...beer...wine....we'd then go fetch it from the table. Then we'd carry around plates of various snacks...chicken wings....eggrolls...and the like. People talked among themselves, appraised us cooly. Sometimes a hand would rub over us....along a bare belly or leg or back...or squeeze a nipple through the bra...or cup our panties. A boombox started playing music. Sometimes they'd set down the empty bottles or glasses or drop napkins and paper plates on the floor. We'd have to bend over the pick them up, take them to the garbage can. Whenever I bent over, I could feel eyes examining me. After about a half hour, they formed up in a rough circle around us again. The boombox started playing dance music. Mistress looked at us. "Well, dance!" For a couple of songs, Brandi and I danced the way two girls would dance together at a nightclub. But we were barefoot in bra and panties! I kept balanced on the balls of my toes. "Now, strip dance..." said Mistress. I took this to mean she wanted us to dance like girls in a strip club. I'd had some experience with this..amateur night...but Brandi had not. She was blushing crimson now. A delighful flush over her. Already glowing in the flickering stove light. She danced awkwardly, I was a lot better. Soon we were both naked. The song ended. People returned to their conversations. Some came up and opened examined us up close, now that we were completely bare. I was shaven, Brandi was sporting trimmed proof she was a true redhead. She had bigger, larger breasts then me. But my small ones were getting their share of squeezes and prods. My nipples stood out like pencil erasers. Hers were half dollar size. My butt kept getting pinched, and I saw Brandi start violently when she got goosed from behind. Periodically our eyes would meet. Expressive behind the gag, I got the simultaneous impression she was excited, embarassed, a little scared..and wondering if she was in over her head. But seemingly resigned to her fate. I was a little more confident. A little. I trusted Mistress. And Master. But there were so many strangers! Brandi and I found ourselves moving towards the stove. In part for the warmth, in part I think an instinctive reaction to move closer to the fire when surrounded by predators in the forest. The flickering red glow played off our naked bodies. "Arms behind you. Parade rest. Stand up straight" ordered Mistress. Our wrists were gently moved...and handcuffed. We were...urged...down...until we were sitting Indian style. My bare ass and legs now on the cold cement floor. Elastic straps around knees and thighs to hold us so. We were tilted onto our backs. A pillow was thoughtfully put behind our heads due to the hard concrete. But now my whole bare back rested on the cold floor. Brrr! I stared up at the shadowy rafters. Mistress examined me and Master examined Brandy. Discovered we were both quite damp in our cunnies. A length of rubber tube was produced. I felt a hand applying some lubricant to my anus. I'm not really into anything anal, but kept silent, I knew trying to voice my protest through the gag would only come out sounding foolish grunts...and would probably cause hilarity. The tube was slid into me..and Brandi (I heard her grunt). We were connected by this length of rubber tubing, invading us behind. Mistress then produced two identical small dildos. Moving my legs slightly, she slid one into me. This time I heard me grunt. The process was repeated with Brandi. We were tilted upright again, and slid back to back. We were made to grip each other's hands. An elastic cord was tightened around the wrist cuffs. Another elastic cord went under our armpits, above our breasts. Another below our breasts. One more at about belly button level. All cinched tight. Nipple clamps were attached. None of these--- the tubing, the small dildo, the clamps..were particularly invading or painful. I think it was more symbolic, a reminder from Mistress that our bodies were hers to command. So there we were...two petite, pretty women...sitting Indian style...wrists bound behind us, hands entwined. I could feel Brandi's tight grip, her sharp nails. Tight Cords pulled us back to back. A rubber tube invaded our asses. Twin dildos in our pussies. Tiny nipple clamps tweaked already hard nipples. Surrounded by a forest of legs. The ball gags were removed. A glass of wine was brought, tipped to my lips. I sipped greedily to sooth my dry mouth. Brandi did the same. "Comfy?" said Mistress. "Yes, Mistress." we answered, more or less in unison. Brandi perhaps with more of a quaver to her voice. "Our beautiful hostesses have had nothing to eat or drink this evening. We must remedy that!" said Mistress. A pillow was placed behind our heads. Now I could lean back into its softness without knocking Brandi's head. There was a sound of zippers. And then a lot of exposed cocks. "Bon appetit!" said Mistress. One man approached me, and unceremoniously presented his cock to my lips. I took it in. I couldn't see behind me, but from the sucking, slurping sounds, Brandi was obviously being force fed as well. You've heard of a couple in coitus described as the Beast with two backs? We were the Beauty with two fronts. Or some Janus mythology variant--- a two headed goddess of pleasure. The large cock filled my mouth. His hands played in my hair. He rocked my face...not too hard...but not too gentle either. I was glad for the pillow, else our heads would be knocking together. As it was, we were both pushed hard against each other by the face fucking. Pinned. Angelic faces, but our mouths stretched lewdly by our phallic meals. Cheeks alternately bulging or hollowed as we sucked. Occasionally, someone from the side would reach down, squeeze a breast, tweak a nipple clamp. Other hands reached lower, gave the dildo a few energetic tugs in and out. From the grunt behind me, someone had just come in Brandi's mouth. I could hear her gurgle and swallow. She gasped as it popped out. "You may want to breath through your nose, dear." said Mistress. Mine followed suit and I felt the warm gush of salty cum in my mouth. I swallowed rapidly and kept sucking. He pulled out with a pop, and a sticky rope of semen streched out from my lips before breaking. Another cock took his place. Brandi had wanted A Night to Remember. Like that title of the book about the Titanic, I thought wryly. Well, looks like we were both going to get one. And, like the Titanic, we were certainly going down. Mistress came over and leaned close, kissed us on the tops of our heads. "You two are doing great. I'm going to step out for a bit. It's about midnight. Master will be here to make sure things dont get out of hand. At 4am I'll come back, take you home. A warm bath, a massage, then it'll be off to bed for you two little workhorses. But for now...enjoy!" From the sounds behind me, I could tell Brandi's current assignment was a woman. Mine was a black cock. We went through the all ten. Five each. Four men and a woman for each of us. The men seemed to like me to make eye contact during their blowjob. The woman, a older blonde, just looked at me with an evil smirk before grinding my face into her cunny. At one point, Brandi came. In part due to the dildo that someone was manipulating. But she later told me, as much because she was getting very turned on by this whole suck slave bit. Halftime. We were given another glass of wine to wash down our efforts. By then, everybody was ready for more. Brandi got the five I had done, and I hers. There was talk they would vote who gave the best, me or her. Master studied the whole thing from a distance. The only difference for round 2 was..he produced blindfolds. Now we were in darkness, my world consisting of what was being offered to my mouth, the music from the boombox (and whoever had made the tape had a sense of humor, the song lyrics were all highly suggestive of what was happening), and the sounds of Brandi working them over. I imagined her also blindfolded...and somehow the knowledge that she was going through the same thing made it that more wild. Sweet, innocent Brandi. It took a lot longer to get people off the second time around. Brandi came again, and this time I did also. Ray Bradbury once called 4am Long Past Midnight. It took a long time coming...