Gangbang Slut

Michelle took a deep breath, feeling the chain shift, tugging on her nipples as her breasts rose and fell. Forcing out the next two words through the emotions swirling inside her, a mixture of dread and arousal, disbelief and anticipation, might have been the hardest thing she had ever done.
"Do it."
"Get down on your hands and knees, slut," he said, pulling down on her leash.
She sank to the floor, hands and knees sinking into the rich carpet. He opened the door, and she felt a gentle tug on her leash as he led her into the next room.
Jeers and catcalls greeted her as she followed him, obediently, on her leash. She couldn’t tell how many men were in the room – more than five, she thought, judging from the voices. She was led deeper into the room. "Up, slut," he said, tugging on the leash as Michelle rose to her feet, "they want to see you – show yourself off."
She stood, feeling men circling around her. Occasionally, one would chuckle as they read whatever was written on her body. She felt a tug on her nipples as someone pulled on the chain. The sharp pain shot through her like electricity, her nipples seeming to be connected directly to her pussy, and she gasped.
"Pretty mouth," she heard a voice say, "I think it’s about time it was put to its proper use."
Michelle heard the harsh rasp of a zipper, then a hand was on her shoulder, pressing her down, "On your knees, whore."
She fell to her knees, and immediately felt a hand on her head, pulling her forward. She only just managed to get her mouth open in time, as a hard cock was thrust between her lips.
"Ow, mind those teeth, you dumb cunt."
Michelle stretched her jaws wide, careful to keep her teeth from grazing the hard shaft that was now pumping in and out of her mouth. She heard other zips around her, and knew she was surrounded by a circle of fully-dressed men with their cocks out, waiting to use her mouth. The thought made her pussy throb.