The party is in full swing, and I, Rose, have arrived, my heart already pounding with anticipation. I step into the room, my eyes scanning the crowd, and immediately, I feel their gaze. My husbands, all ten of them, former college friends turned lovers, are here, and their eyes burn with a desire I know all too well. I stand tall, my curves accentuated by the tight, black dress I chose for this occasion. It's a daring choice, one that leaves little to the imagination, and I know it will please them. As I move through the room, their whispers follow me, their breath quickening as they take in my form. "She's a sight for sore eyes," one of them murmurs, his voice low and rough, making my skin tingle. I smile, a confident, knowing smile, because I know what's coming. I know the look in their eyes, the way their muscles tense, and the way their hands itch to touch me. They surround me, a wall of muscle and dominance, and I feel a thrill run through my veins. Their hands find my body, roaming over my hips, my waist, and my breasts, squeezing and caressing, claiming me as their own. I lean into their touch, my breath coming faster, my body heating up. "You look so fucking good, Rose," another husband growls, his fingers tracing the outline of my dress, teasing the edge of my exposed skin. "We've been waiting for this." Their hands become more bold, sliding under the fabric, cupping my ass, pulling me closer. I can feel their hardness pressing against me, a reminder of the power they hold over me. I moan softly, my eyes closing as I surrender to their touch. "She's ours," one of them declares, his voice carrying a note of possession. "And we're going to take what's ours." They guide me, almost carrying me, to a secluded area, a small room off to the side. It's dimly lit, and the air is thick with anticipation. They lay me down on a table, my dress riding up, exposing my thighs. My wrists and ankles are swiftly bound, the ropes biting into my skin, a welcome sensation. The first husband steps forward, his eyes dark with desire. He leans in, his breath hot on my neck, and his hands slide under my dress, finding my bare skin. He traces my curves, his fingers dancing over my hips, my stomach, and then lower, to my pussy. I squirm, my body craving his touch, as he teases me, his fingers dancing just above my wetness. "You're so fucking ready for us, aren't you, Rose?" he asks, his voice a low growl. I nod, unable to speak, my breath coming in short gasps. I want him, I want them all, and I know they'll give me what I crave. He slides a finger inside me, and I cry out, my body arching off the table. He fingers me roughly, his touch relentless, and I can feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure. The second husband joins in, his hands on my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples. I moan, the pleasure intense, as he takes over, his fingers joining the first husband's, stretching and filling me. I'm lost in a haze of sensation, my body on fire, as they take turns, their fingers working me over, bringing me to the brink and then pulling me back. The third husband steps up, and I feel his cock press against my thigh. He's hard, so hard, and I can't help but reach for him, wanting to feel him inside me. But he pushes my hand away, a firm command, and I obey, my body trembling with need. He positions himself, and with a rough thrust, he enters me. I cry out, the sensation of his cock stretching me, filling me, is overwhelming. He fucks me hard, his pace relentless, and I can feel the others watching, their eyes burning into me. The fourth husband takes his turn, and then the fifth, each one more aggressive than the last. I'm lost in a blur of cocks, of hands, of mouths, as they take me, claiming me, marking me as theirs. The room spins, my body is on fire, and I'm overwhelmed with pleasure. I feel a whip crack against my skin, a sharp sting that sends shivers down my spine. I moan, my eyes rolling back as the pleasure-pain washes over me. They gag me, their hands rough on my mouth, and I can only moan through the obstruction, my body offering up a silent plea for more. They fuck me harder, their cocks pounding into me, their hands roaming over my body, leaving marks of possession. I'm theirs, completely, and I surrender to their dominance. I feel myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling, and then I fall, a wave of orgasm crashing over me. I cry out, my body convulsing, as I ride the wave, my husbands' cocks still pounding into me. Exhausted, my body spent, I pass out, my last thought a contented smile. I feel their gentle hands, their soft touches, as they care for me, their possession. I'm theirs, always, and I know, as I drift off, that this is just the beginning.