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Prologue
The weekend that would change my life began with an innocent Saturday morning
jog through the woods on my boss's estate.
It was June, last year. I had just graduated from law school and was clerking
at the most prestigious law firm in Atlanta while I waited to take the Bar exam
in August. Life was wonderful! Upon passing the Bar, I would become an
associate in the firm, the track to full partnership almost assured. My boss,
the senior partner in the firm, George Whistler, lived on an estate in the
extreme northern suburbs of Atlanta. It was a large estate, with heavy woods
occupying most of its western half. George knew I had run cross-country in my
undergraduate days so he had generously offered me the use of the many trails
through his forest, anytime I wanted a good run. This particular Saturday, in
early July, I had decided to take him up on his offer. He was in New York for a
few days, but he had said "anytime", so I drove the five miles from my bachelor
apartment to his estate, parked at the edge of the forest, and began my run.
The day was warm so I wore only brief nylon running shorts and cross-training
shoes. I decided to pick a trail which led into the center of the forest, then
I would turn around when I reached the fence at the northern border of his land.
I estimated it would be about a six mile run and that was about all I figured I
could handle, not having run for a couple of months.
Five minutes after I had started to run, I was jogging at a comfortable pace. I
had worked up a light sweat and was really getting into the run and the day.
The forest was a fairly thick mixture of Georgia Pines and various other trees,
with paths dappled with sunlight and covered with soft pine needles. When I
heard the yells, I first thought I was imagining things.
I heard what sounded like sharp cries coming from off to my right. I slowed,
prepared to run on when satisfied that it was only forest noise, when I heard it
again, clearly now. "Owwww! Don't, please! Owwww! Stop!" It was definitely
a female voice and, whoever she was, she was definitely in trouble. I moved
silently toward the voice, not wanting to announce my presence until I could see
what was going on.
I was off the trail now, working my way through some fairly heavy undergrowth.
The voice came again, and this time I heard another. "This is just the
beginning, sweetie. Wait 'til you see what we've got planned for you next!"
This voice, too, was female, but she was clearly enjoying whatever was
happening.
I dropped to a crouch as I drew closer. Finally I was able to peek through some
bushes to see the source of the voices. I couldn't believe my eyes!
There was an amazing scene before me. It was a good-sized clearing, next to a
stream that meandered through the forest. It was, or had been, some kind of
camping/picnic area, because there were a couple of large, solid-looking picnic
tables near the stream, and there was a stone fire ring that contained a small
fire. What amazed me, though, were the occupants of the clearing. There were
three young women, about my age, in view. One of them, obviously the source of
the cries for mercy, was hanging by her wrists from a tree limb and was being
beaten by the other two! She had been tied so that her outstretched toes barely
reached the ground, stretching her body for the whips that were being used by
her attackers. She, and the girls whipping her, were very attractive, with
firm, well-proportioned bodies. This was easy to determine because the victim
was completely naked, and her whippers were dressed only in what appeared to be
the bottom halves of the briefest thong bikinis I had ever seen.
I was only about forty feet away, so I had an excellent view of the proceedings.
The two aggressors, one blonde and one redhead, were using what appeared to be
heavy five-tailed whips, with foot-and-a-half long lashes. They were taking
turns lashing the buttocks of their victim, who was also light haired, and they
were clearly enjoying their efforts. The strength of their blows, combined with
the fact that the buttocks of their victim showed no cuts, only a lot of
redness, led me to conclude the whips' tails must be made of some kind of
rubber. I was sure that leather whips of such a size would have cut the girl to
ribbons, and quickly at that.
In retrospect, I guess the reason I decided not to interfere was the fact that
the two aggressors were dressed in exactly the same costume, of exactly the same
color, a soft orange. I also discerned some giggles among the cries for mercy
and the responding threats, which made me decide to be cautious, for the moment,
at least.
I had experimented with S&M in a couple of my relationships with girls in
college, so I wasn't too surprised to discover that watching this little scene
was turning me on! The victim, balanced so precariously on her toes, with her
arms stretched tightly on high, was exquisitely lovely. Each time a blow
landed on her tight buttocks, her body jerked sharply, causing her firm breasts
to bounce delightfully. Watching, my erection began to push against the
confines of my running shorts. On my knees, peering through the brush, I pushed
my shorts down to my thighs and began to stroke my cock gently. Gently rapidly
became urgently, as my excitement grew.
I couldn't help myself! I pumped away on my cock, trying not to betray my
presence by making any noise. I soon felt my juices begin to rise in my groin
and gave myself over to my orgasm, ejaculating in large spurts onto the forest
floor.
As I slowly milked the last drops of semen from my cock, I was startled to hear
a voice behind me!
"Not bad. Wanna see it again?"
I jumped to my feet, prepared to run. I was stopped in my tracks, however, by
the owner of the voice. It was my boss's daughter, Margaret ("Call me Maggie")
Whistler. She was wearing only the same pale orange thong worn by the
aggressors in the clearing, but that was incidental to the two items she was
carrying. In her right hand, she held an 8mm camcorder, held up to her eye and
pointed straight at me. In her left hand, she held what appeared to be a .38
caliber revolver. It, too, was pointed straight at me! I froze uncertain how
to react. I knew her only to say "hello" to. She was a couple of years older
than I was, about twenty six, and she was drop-dead gorgeous! She was a petite
brunette with the kind of athletic body that I found easy to fantasize about.
Seeing her in the thong bikini confirmed my fantasies. She had fairly small,
but very firm breasts, a slim waist, and great legs! She defined the word
"stunner" to me, but her age and the fact she was my boss's daughter had kept me
from even trying to get to know her. Standing in front of her with my shorts
down around my legs and my cock still dripping semen made me feel very foolish,
indeed.
"Put your hands together on top of your head. I know how to use this gun and I
will, if I have to."
I did as she directed, lacing my fingers together and resting my hands on top of
my head. At this point, I decided, my law career was certainly over but, if I
was careful, she might not shoot me.
"Can I pull my shorts up, at least?" I asked her.
"I think not, just yet. You should be ashamed of yourself! Just what are you
doing here, anyway?"
"Your father told me I could use the trails in this forest for a run anytime I
wished. I never dreamed..."
"You looked as if you were dreaming pretty well with that dick of yours in your
hand. I've got a great video of you in action. Maybe you'd like a copy?" She
had lowered the battery-operated camera and was no longer filming, but I was
sure the damage was already done. The .38 still pointed unwaveringly at my
navel.
Suddenly, she raised her voice. "Sally," she shouted, "you and the other
girls get up here. I got a little surprise for you."
"Give me a break," I pleaded. "Let me pull up my shorts, at least."
"Uh uh. You obviously enjoyed looking at my friends. I think it's only fair
they get a good look at you, in return. Of course, they can always catch the
video." She chuckled and indicated the camcorder in her right hand.
My hopes sank. I was in very deep trouble, and I knew it!
It was only a few minutes before the other three girls arrived. Maggie and I
had passed that time in silence. The fact she hadn't shot me, or talked about
the police, was a little encouraging. My heart was still beating a
mile-a-minute, however.
The redhead was the first to arrive. She was followed quickly by the two
blondes. The blonde who had been the victim had put on an orange thong of her
own and was the first to speak. "Who is this? What's he doing here?"
"Just take it easy, Sally. This is Bill Parker. He works for my father. He
really enjoyed watching you being initiated. I've got the proof right here."
Again, she indicated the camcorder. "He heard you, I guess, and snuck down to
where he could see. He liked it so much he jacked off, right here, on candid
camera. I just happened to be coming back with the camera and discovered him.
Once more she waved the camcorder.
The blonde who had been doing the whipping walked closer to me. She slowly
looked me up-and-down, turned to the others and said; "he's got a nice dick,
huh? Nice body, too. He's also kinda cute
In spite of my fear, watching these four lovely women walk around in what
amounted to g-strings was causing my penis to stir a little. I tried
desperately to think of soft summer rains, the surf breaking on the
shore...anything but the firm, nubile bodies on display in front of me.
"I think he likes us, too," said the redhead, with a smirk. What are we gonna
do with him?"
"I've been thinking about that," said Maggie. "How would you girls like to have
some fun?"
They chorused their approval, at once.
"OK," Maggie said. "Go on back to the camp. I'm going to explain the facts of
life to him before I let him go. I'll fill you in shortly. Here, Sally, take
the camcorder with you." She gave the camera to the blonde and they left,
leaving me alone with Maggie.
"Can I put down my hands and pull up my shorts?" I asked. "You've still got the
gun."
"Go ahead."
I couldn't believe how comforting it was to pull my shorts back up over my
genitals. "What happens now?" I asked.
"What happens now is you've got a choice to make." She was still aiming the
pistol steadily at my belly.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you can choose between my making sure that the tape I just shot of you
jacking off in the woods finds its way 'accidentally' into my father's hands or,
you can accept our punishment for your bad behavior and I'll return the tape to
you."
George Whistler finding a tape of me jacking off in his forest was unthinkable!
My bright career would be so far into the toilet; I'd probably never recover.
He could easily put the word out on me to all the major law firms. I had no
choice, and she knew it.
"What kind of punishment are you talking about?"
"First, let me explain what's going on here. You have stumbled upon an
initiation ceremony for a very exclusive girls' club. The attractive blonde you
saw being whipped is our newest member. Our club has no name and there are only
the four of us. The club exists to allow us to explore our common interest in
pain and pleasure. We are all basically sadists, but our new members, as you
saw, must show they can take it before they can have the chance to dish it out.
We normally play and experiment with each other. I'm the only member who has
any experience playing with men. We use this campsite for our initiations and
other games because it's private property. I never dreamed my father would
invite you to run here. Too bad for you, but wonderful for us!"
"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing only too well.
"I mean that you are going to let us play with you, if you don't want that tape
to fall into my father's hands."
"Define 'play'." I was beginning to gain a little confidence. She surely
wouldn't want her father to know about her kinky little club.
"Specifically, I mean that you will surrender yourself to us, here, tomorrow at
noon. You will agree to accept any punishment we decide to implement, for a
period of five hours. At 5 PM, sharp, if you have taken all we can dish out,
you'll be released and given the only copy of the tape I just shot of you." Her
green eyes flashed as she laid out the terms.
"I can't agree to that," I said. "In five hours, you could do me some pretty
serious damage."
"We won't do anything to you that will do any damage or leave any permanent
marks. That's always the way we play, and we're pretty good at it. Also, at
any time during the five hours, you can tell us you've had enough and we'll stop
right away. If you do stop us, however, the tape gets to my father just as soon
as I can make it happen."
"No damage? You're certain?" I couldn't believe I was calmly discussing this
with her but I was beginning to believe I could save my future, after all.
"Trust me." She giggled. "If we do accidentally damage you, I promise you'll
get the tape and my father will never know anything."
"How about the other girls? How do I know they won't spread this around?"
"You don't, for sure. I guess that's the chance you'll have to take if you want
to succeed in my father's firm. They aren't likely to talk about it, though.
Being in this club is a very nice thing and I don't think they would jeopardize
that."
"Looks like I don't have very much choice."
"I was hoping you'd see it that way. It won't be easy, though. This will be
the longest five hours of your young life!"
"I'm not THAT young!"
"That's true. To tell the truth, I've wondered why you haven't tried to at
least get to know me. I've seen you around the office and you haven't given me
a second glance. Don't you find me attractive?"
"You're the boss's daughter, and you're at least two years older than I am. I
didn't think you'd give me a second glance."
"Well, you never know until you try. Anyhow, are you going to go along with
this?"
"I've got to try, don't I?" To myself, I thought that a little whipping with
rubber whips by four gorgeous women was a small price to pay for keeping my
career on track. How little I knew!
"I was pretty sure you'd see it that way. OK, be here tomorrow at noon, ready
to suffer!"
"What kind of clothes should I wear?"
"Wear anything you like for the trip. At high noon, tomorrow, however, I want
you standing in the center of this little clearing, without a stitch of
clothing. Is that perfectly clear?"
My heart sank a bit. "Why do I have to be naked in front of you girls?"
"Being naked in front of us is part of your punishment and torture victims are
always naked! Besides, I've got some suspicions about you. I think you may
just enjoy some of what goes on tomorrow."
"You've got to be kidding. I'm scared to death. It's only the chance of saving
my future that's causing me to go along with this."
"We'll see. The nice thing about a naked man is that it's impossible for him to
conceal his excitement. I think you're in for a very interesting afternoon."
"Are you sure we can't just forget the whole thing?" I asked.
"Not a chance! If you're not standing at attention, bare-assed, in the center
of this clearing tomorrow at noon, my father will somehow 'find' that videotape.
You can imagine how it would go from there. Now, get out of here. We've got to
plan your little festivities for tomorrow."
I left, jogging slowly back to my car. I was still in a sort of shock. I
couldn't believe that I had just agreed, very calmly, to present myself naked,
at high noon, for four young women to torture. I drove back to my apartment
carefully, trying to think of some way out of this predicament. Maggie Whistler
was a lovely and very sexy young woman, but the thought of surrendering myself
to her and her friends, naked, for five hours, was pretty damn terrifying. My
last thought, as I fell into a troubled sleep that night, was of her green eyes
flashing as she proposed my fate to me.
The Weekend
By Sardonicus
Part I
The next morning I awoke earlier than usual. I still couldn't quite believe
that I had promised to surrender myself, naked, at noon, in the woods of George
Whistler's estate, to the tender (hopefully) mercies of four young women.
I showered, then puttered around for as long as I could but, by 11:30, I
realized I had best be on my way. I dressed in running shorts and shoes, just
as I had the day before, and drove to the estate. It was about 11:45 when I
parked, so I took my time getting to the clearing. Upon arrival, I looked
around and saw no one. I removed my running shoes, then my nylon shorts, then
moved through the undergrowth to the clearing. Once in the center, I stood at
attention, as directed, feeling very naked and very foolish.
It was only moments before I heard them. They came through the forest from the
general direction of the campsite. When they came into view I was amazed to see
that they wore only the soft orange thongs they had been wearing the day before.
"Glad you could make it." Maggie was the first to speak. "I guess you are
wondering why we are dressed as we are. Well, it's simply to add to your
torment. One of the things that make you men so interesting is the fact that
you can't conceal your excitement. There's simply no place to hide a hard-on,
at least when you are naked. I know you find our bodies attractive and I also
know that a stiff cock is a lot more susceptible to torment than a soft one. Of
course, I assume you'll try to avoid becoming sexually excited. With us dressed
like this, I imagine you'll have a pretty difficult time, though."
"Do you just want to humiliate me?"
"Ahhh, sweetheart. It goes much deeper than that. You'll see."
She then reached down and gave my cock a couple of smooth strokes. When it
noticeably stiffened, Maggie gave me an evil grin and I heard one of the other
girls giggle. She gave me a nudge in the general direction and we started
walking toward the campsite. Once there, I realized that this was almost surely
going to be much worse than I had thought. The picnic tables were still there,
but one had been covered with an old blanket. I could imagine myself stretched
out on top of it, at their mercy. The ground as covered with soft pine needles,
dappled by the sun through the overhead branches, giving the scene a cheerful
appearance. The fact that I was soon to be a helpless victim, however, made me
attach ominous overtones to everything I saw.
One of the girls, the blonde victim of yesterday, came forward with some thick
nylon rope, her pert breasts bobbing delightfully. She tied my wrists together
in expert fashion, then tossed the end of the rope over a heavy tree branch that
was about nine feet off the ground. One of the other girls took the end and
drew me up to my fullest stretch, still allowing me to touch the ground with my
feet, before tying the rope off on a tree branch, below. At this point I was
strung up by my wrists, but able to stand comfortably. Not for long, however.
They quickly drove heavy metal stakes into the ground at my feet, about four
feet apart. Watching these lovely girls work, the thongs disappearing between
firm, tanned buttocks, and their breasts gleaming with a soft sheen of
perspiration, was causing my cock to behave as though I was actually looking
forward to the coming events.
Once the stakes were in place, my ankles were tied to them with more lengths of
the thick rope; stretching my legs apart and leaving me almost suspended by my
wrists, straight over my head. My ankles were pulled out to the point that I
was just barely able to maintain contact with the ground with the tips of my
toes.
The position was not comfortable. Maggie walked around me then stepped back
into my line of vision and asked me if I was "comfy".
I didn't respond, so she took hold of my cock, which was growing larger, in
spite of my wishes, and began to stroke it. Her stroke was gentle, but it
contained a firmness of grip that told me she knew exactly what she was doing.
My cock responded to her caresses. Once it was fully erect, she abandoned it
and began to work on my nipples. She teased them with her fingernails, then,
pinching savagely, let me know how easy it was for her to hurt me. My "Owwww!"
seemed to please her and she released the tender nubs while she looked me
directly in the eyes.
"I think you are finally beginning to understand your situation. Well, good.
You've got lots of time to appreciate it."
"Now," she said, sweetly. "The first thing we're going to do is see how far we
can stretch your balls." She brought forward a four-foot length of thin nylon
clothesline, halved it, then made a loop at its center by pulling the loose ends
back through. She placed the loop around the base of my testicles, above the
balls and below the penis, and pulled it snug. She then took the loose ends,
threaded them together between my testicles, and pulled them back through the
loop around my balls, separating them very tightly. She gave the loose ends a
firm tug, demonstrating that pulling on them created more pressure, and,
correspondingly, more pain for my balls.
"Those poor little things are starting to get a little purple, already. I don't
think he's going to enjoy this very much," commented yesterday's victim, who was
watching my reactions very closely.
One of the girls produced a yellow plastic pail; the handle of which she tied to
the loose ends of the clothesline that separated my balls. Allowing the pail to
hang free, they seemed pleased to note that it was suspended about eight inches
above the ground. The pail didn't weigh very much, but even its slight burden
was noticeable to my tethered balls. I was pretty sure this was going to get
very unpleasant, very quickly, and the girls rapidly proved me correct. The
tension on my balls, along with the knowledge that things could easily be put
into the pail to make it heavier, had me nervously anticipating their next move.
My cock was still semi-erect in spite of my fear, or perhaps, because of it!
"How much weight do you think your balls can support?" Maggie asked, with a
smirk. I didn't respond, just looked up at the rope holding my wrists high
above my head. "Water is reasonably heavy, so let's just find out. Ladies,
let's have some water."
While yesterday's blonde victim was filling a pail with water from the creek,
the other three amused themselves by playing with my naked body. One of them
pinched my nipples and ran her hand lightly up and down my chest and belly.
Another seemed to be checking my buttocks for firmness. Maggie held my cock in
her left hand while, looking directly into my eyes, she gently scraped a sharp
fingernail all over its sensitive head. The combination of stimulation was
pretty overwhelming and my sexual excitement was very obvious. I was almost
relieved when the pretty blonde returned with her pail half-filled with water.
It looked very heavy.
"A gallon of water weighs about six pounds," Maggie commented with a smile.
"That bucket we've suspended from your balls will hold two gallons. I'm not
really sure you can take twelve pound tied to your balls. That's a lot of
weight to suspend from those tender little eggs. What do you think?"
I wasn't given a chance to reply. The blonde tilted her pail over the one
hanging from my balls and let the water begin to fill it. The increased weight
was immediately uncomfortable. I began to feel a dull ache deep in my
testicles. She stopped after putting about a half-gallon in my pail and they
all watched my reactions as the pail swung tautly between my legs. At a signal
from Maggie, the blonde poured what was left in her pail into mine. I could
feel the rope separating my balls tighten from the pull of the additional
weight. I was starting to get scared!
"That's about six pounds," Maggie said. "How does it feel now?" She raised a
perfectly formed bare foot and gave the pail a little nudge with her toes,
causing it to swing forward and back between my legs in a gentle arc. Each
swing seemed to tighten the rope a bit more, causing my cock to bob around like
it had a mind of its own.
"I don't think I can take any more!" I pleaded. "Please. Get that thing off me
before I really get damaged!" That brought a couple or giggles from the girls.
They were really enjoying this!
"Don't be such a baby," Maggie replied, with a soft smile. "I'm sure a fine
physical specimen such as yourself can handle more than a mere six pounds. I
think we need some more water." This last was to the little blonde, who hurried
to the stream with her empty pail.
Maggie gently stroked my cock, looking directly into my eyes. "I told you we
wouldn't do you any damage, didn't I? Don't you trust me?" I decided to remain
quiet, just hoping that she really knew what she was doing.
The blonde was back quickly with the pail that was, once again, about half full
of water. She looked at Maggie expectantly and, receiving a nod, began to pour
more water into my pail, stopping only when things reached the point that I was
certain my testicles were about to burst or, even worse, be torn from my body.
Maggie examined the pail and strummed the taut clothesline between it and my
balls several times, almost like a harp's string. Almost absently, she gave it
another nudge with her toes, sending it into a soft arc that was causing me
agony. "That's about ten pounds," she said. "I guess that's about all he can
take, ladies. Let's see how he handles that for a while."
They gathered around me and amused themselves by teasing and tormenting my
stretched out body with their hands. When I was unable to resist reacting to
their fingers digging into my sides, they were delighted at my ticklishness. I
struggled to remain as still as a statue, so that the pail pulling my balls
would hurt as little as possible, but their fingernails in my ribs and armpits
soon had me jumping around as much as my tight bondage would permit. Each
sudden movement, of course, led to immediate pain in my tethered balls. I was
pleading for mercy between my ticklish laughs when Maggie finally told them to
stop.
"OK, ladies, let's give him a little rest, now. We don't want to break our toy
before we've had all our fun." She lifted the pail that was torturing me and
poured its heavy contents onto the ground in front of me. My relief was
immediate, though I suspected the dull ache in my balls would not subside for
some time.
They gathered around me and Maggie, again, began stroking my softening cock,
which quickly reacted to her caresses.
"He's got a very nice body." I heard from one of my tormenters.
"Like the song says, we've only just begun," this from Maggie. Wait until he
feels the clips!"
One of the other girls spoke up at this time, something about enjoying the sight
of my cock swinging in the breeze. She finished her comments with a request to
"get into high gear."
"I think it's time to see how he likes our little whips." Maggie's voice again,
and very scary.
"A new tie, though," from the blonde victim of yesterday.
"Yes, let's work between his legs," said the redhead.
I wanted to ask them what they had already been doing, if not working between my
legs, but discretion got the better part of valor, and I remained silent.
They released me from my bonds and allowed me to rest a few minutes on the
ground, at their feet, while they removed the stakes from the earth and put the
ropes away. I really wanted to fondle and examine my balls to see if there was
any damage to them, but was too embarrassed to do so with them watching.
My rest was brief. Maggie briskly ordered me to my feet and, using cuffs that
came from a large box nearby handcuffed my wrists together in front of me. The
cuffs fit snugly but not tightly enough to pinch my skin. Next, a pair of
sturdy thumbcuffs was produced from the box and was placed on my big toes,
locking my feet closely, and implacably, together. Then Maggie took a very long
piece of thin nylon clothesline and doubled it at the midpoint. She placed the
loose ends of the line through the midpoint loop, around my waist, drawing it
uncomfortably tight, with the loose ends hanging down from near my navel. She
then brought the free ends down my lower belly to my genitals and drew them back
between my legs, passing one loose end around either side of my genitals. The
thin ropes came back together behind my balls, nesting snugly in the crack of my
ass. The ends were then drawn up behind me and, at the small of my back, passed
through the loop around my waist. Maggie then directed me to raise my
handcuffed wrists above my head. When I complied, she passed the ends under the
short chain connecting the cuffs, then drew the ends over the same tree limb
above my head. When the girls began pulling the rope over the limb, my hands
were drawn up over my head b the rope between the cuffs and the thin ropes were
snugged deeply, and painfully, into the cleft between my buttocks. They drew
the rope up until I was on my tiptoes, with the thumbcuffs preventing me from
any kicking about or other unusual leg movement. The ropes that felt like they
were cutting me in half between my legs were supporting almost my entire weight.
They finally tied it off so I was just able to reach the ground with my toes,
but I was unable to make any movement, at all, without causing myself intense
pain.
They all gathered closely around me, enjoying my reaction to this very creative
bondage. The ropes pressing tightly on either side of my cock and balls were
having an effect on me. Once again, in spite of my fear, my cock was growing
erect. I tried to grasp the rope above my head, with my cuffed hands, hoping to
take some of my weight off the rope between my legs, but it was too thin for me
to gain any benefit. My hands simply slipped off its surface.
"Get the whips!" This was Maggie's voice.
"Yeah. That's what we need."
"The whips" turned out to be four very thing and very nasty looking riding
crops. Each of the girls took one and began taking turns slashing at my naked
body. I was unable to move around very much because the nylon clothesline drawn
up into my ass was so painful. All I could do was dangle there in front of them
and take it.
The crops were thin enough that they didn't break my skin, but they stung like
fire every time they made contact with my naked skin. They began by
concentrating their blows to my buttocks and thighs but, when they saw how
sharply I reacted to cuts across my chest and belly, they made sure at least
half of their strikes were across my front. The combination of the savage crops
and the rope between my legs that sawed into me soon had me in a fog-like daze
of pain and pleasure. I began to understand why the greatest fear of Indian
captives was to be turned over to the squaws. These girls were really enjoying
themselves!
Maggie called a halt to the whipping, then really got my attention when she dug
into the box and brought out some wooden, pinch-type clothespins. She showed
them to me, then began placing them on my cock.
"You'll appreciate this," she said. "They hurt when they go on, but they hurt a
lot worse when they come off." She put several of them on both sides of my
cock, then placed several more on the very sensitive tip. They hurt, all right,
but when she began flicking them with her forefinger they felt like wasp stings
on the most sensitive parts of my body! They all seemed fascinated by the sight
of the clothespins dangling from my penis, which was very erect in spite of the
pain. After a few minutes, however, my worst fears were realized.
I heard Maggie say "OK, ladies, why don't you use those crops to take those
clothespins off!
They delighted in following her suggestion and, when they started to whip my
cock with their crops, I almost lost it They slashed at the clothespins
savagely, trying to make them disconnect.
Each slash of a crop was like a line of fire across my genitals. Every move I
made to try to avoid the pain caused the thin nylon rope to cut deeper into my
crotch. There was no escape...I was dancing like a puppet at the end of a slim
white cord!
It seemed an eternity before they had finished whipping the clothespins off my
cock. I was sure I was bleeding profusely, but a downward glance revealed no
blood, just a very red cock and balls.
The scary part was that I was still enormously erect in spite of the pain! The
girls were really enjoying my situation. They each took a turn at stroking my
cock, making certain I wasn't given enough stimulation to have an orgasm. The
little blonde who had been the victim yesterday was particularly vicious,
delighting in pinching my nipples savagely with one hand while pumping away at
my very sore cock with the other.
After what seemed forever, they seemed to agree that I was ready for some sort
of different treatment. They released me from the rope between my legs, removed
the handcuffs from my wrists and the thumbcuffs from my toes, and allowed me
another brief rest. I was relieved, and a little surprised, to discover no
blood running down my legs.
Much sooner than I would have wished, they led me over to one of the sturdy
picnic tables. It was the one that had been covered with a blanket...to prevent
splinters, I guessed, but I wasn't given much time to contemplate that fact. I
quickly found myself bound spread-eagled to the four corners of the table. I
was face up and stretched as tightly as they could manage. I was beginning to
wonder if I wouldn't have been better off to let them do whatever they wanted
with the videotape. My continuing, and very visible, sexual excitement,
however, made me realize I was just kidding myself. I would let them do almost
anything to me, if only they would give me an orgasm, or two!
"It's time for you to feel a little heat," Maggie whispered into my ear,
casually stroking my cock. It was getting rock-hard again, to my horror.
"First, we're going to apply a little bit of hot candle wax to some of your more
sensitive places...then we're gonna take it off. Sounds like fun, huh? First,
though, we've got to try to make sure your cock stays as hard as possible for
this procedure. This ought to help." She produced a short length of the thin
rope, tied it tightly around the base of my genitals, and then used the ends to
wrap around and tightly separate my balls before tying them off. "There.
Things ought to stay pretty tight and firm with that. Hmmm. Your balls are
getting purple, again. Does this hurt?"
"This" was a sharp fingernail, digging into my taut left testicle. My gasp of
pain gave her the answer she wanted.
She then brought out and lit a white candle that appeared to be about a
half-inch thick and about eight inches long. She carefully began to drip the
burning wax from the candle onto my nipples. It was very hot, and she was
holding the candle only about two inches above my chest as she dripped the wax.
I struggled against the ropes, but they were expertly tied. I was going nowhere
until I was released!
I soon realized that coating my nipples with wax was to be the least of it.
After my nipples were generously covered, she began to slowly cover the shaft of
my cock. This was very painful, particularly because she was holding the candle
so close to my flesh. The other girls were watching my reactions closely and
they seemed almost stunned by the violence of my struggles against my bonds.
Once the shaft was covered, the worst (I thought) began. Maggie began to drip
the burning wax slowly onto the head of my cock. The rope around the base of my
cock kept me erect, but I wasn't sure I could handle much more of this. Hot wax
from two inches above the most sensitive part of an erect penis is very scary
stuff. Each drip felt like a hot needle through my flesh.
When she finished covering the head of my cock and began to drip the wax on my
tightly tied balls, I yelled aloud, much to the delight of my audience. The
scrotal sac is covered with very thin skin! I was sure I was being blistered
with each and every drip of wax!
She finally finished her painful work, leaving me trembling with relief, and
with my nipples and genitals completely covered with the now hard wax. I
thought the worst might be over. Silly me!
"Here's your big chance, Bill," Maggie said. "We've got to take this wax off
you, so we might as well have some fun in the process. Each of us is going to
take off our thong and crawl up there on top of you. You are going to try to
bring us to an orgasm. We'll be facing your cock, with our sweet little pussies
right over your mouth. You'll be able to reach our clits with your tongue, if
you try, real hard! Make each one of us come, with your tongue, and the rest of
this session will be very easy for you. Oh, I forgot to mention that, while you
are trying to get us off with your tongue, we'll be removing the wax from your
cock and balls with this..."
"This" turned out to be an automotive test probe, about six inches long, that
looked like a screwdriver but had a very sharp point. The sharp point, she
explained matter-of-factly, was ideal for removing hard wax from sensitive
places, a fact she demonstrated by carefully removing the wax from my nipples.
It hurt a great deal. Each small piece of wax she flicked away required her to
dig the sharp point of the probe into the tender skin beneath the wax. I could
only imagine how bad it would be when they started working on my cock and balls.
Maggie was the first to mount me, of course. She removed her thong and
positioned herself with her knees on either side of my chest, facing my
genitals, so that, as promised, I could reach up with my straining tongue and
stimulate her clitoris. This was a task I was more than happy to undertake!
She tasted sweet and warm, and her body reacted immediately to my efforts.
Torturing me must have really gotten her turned on! She tried to resist her
reactions by digging sharply into my cock and tightly stretched balls with the
probe, and she did slow me down somewhat. That thing was sharp! In less than
five minutes, however, she came vigorously, with loud shuddering sobs. The
watching girls were hushed as she finished and I hoped my excellent efforts
might have earned me a reprieve. They recovered quickly, however, and argued
briefly about whose turn it was to go next!
Each of them, in turn, climbed on the table and presented a soft, warm pussy to
me. I was able to lick and suck their clits and, finally, brought each of them
to a climax, but while I was doing that, they used the sharp screwdriver probe
to remove every speck of the wax from my cock and balls. I tried to maintain my
concentration, but the pain of having a sharp instrument digging into the head
of my cock was more than I could bear. After what seemed an eternity of agony,
the last of them was spent and my cock and balls were clean of the wax.
In spite of all the things that had been done to me, I was still enchanted by
Maggie. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with a demeanor that caused me to be
sexually excited, just by being in her presence. Having her "playing" with me
was incredibly stimulating, in spite of the pain she inflicted.
"You've shown you can take a lot," she whispered into my ear. "We're going to
make you come, now. Are you ready for that?"
"Yes! Please, please, make me come!"
"You may regret that request."
"I don't care. Please make me come!"
"You heard him, ladies. Let's get him off."
I should have been warned by the giggles.
She untied the rope around my cock and balls and discarded it, then produced a
bag full of white, plastic clothespins. They were the type that had serrations
in the pinching ends, to create a positive grip, a fact she pointed out by
placing one in front of my concerned eyes and opening and closing it slowly.
She began carefully placing them around the ridge on the head of my cock. Each
of them created its own special kind of pain as they were applied. When she was
done, there were ten of them, tightly gripping the ridge. She gave my cock mild
shaking, causing the pins to bounce around merrily. The pain was exquisite!
"This is your 'reward' for being such a good victim," she said, grinning and
taking a firm grip on my cock's shaft. "You're so turned on that you won't be
able to stop yourself from coming."
I was still spread-eagled to the table, so was helpless to prevent anything she
wished to do. She began to stroke my cock firmly, causing me to gasp aloud at
the renewed pain the moving clothespins caused.
"I know you think this is very bad now, but you won't believe how bad it is when
you start to come."
I wasn't sure what she meant but knew I was about to find out. Her soft hand on
my sensitized shaft was rapidly bringing me to the point of no return, in spite
of the agony the clothespins were causing. Watching my eyes carefully, she
increased the tempo of her strokes as I neared my plateau, every stroke jiggling
the clothespins and causing me excruciating pain!
"When you come," Maggie said, slowing her stroke slightly to drop me back before
the final blast, "you aren't going to believe how painful it is. Every
ejaculatory surge will cause the head of your cock to expand. Unfortunately for
you, these clips around the head of your cock don't have any room to expand.
They're inclined to just sort of hang around and bite in. With every surge your
cock head will try to expand to the max. The clothespins, however, prevent it
from being able to do that. The result is excruciating pain. Each time your
cock surges to ejaculate, the pins will bite in even tighter than they feel now.
It's the perfect combination of pain and pleasure! You won't be able to avoid
the pain, and you won't be able to resist the pleasure! All we need to make
this perfect is a couple of nasty little clamps for your nipples."
As if on signal, the little blonde produced a couple of very severe looking
alligator clamps. She carefully prepared my nipples for them, pulling and
tugging until they were perfectly ready, then placed them expertly on the very
tips of my nipples. They hurt terribly, but I was more concerned with what
Maggie was up to between my legs!
"Here we go," Maggie said, masturbating me mercilessly.
I couldn't resist. She took me rapidly to the point of no return then, smiling
sadistically, finished the job. I came as I had never come before! Each surge,
as promised, was excruciatingly painful. The head of my cock tried to expand
and there was no place to go! The pain was like ten red-hot needles through my
cock! Yet, at the same time, I was feeling an ecstasy like I had never
experienced before! Pain and pleasure mixed in an explosive potion and I came
in rivers!
Each time my cock surged, I felt pain that seemed to take me completely away
from my body.
Finally, I finished, and now the pain wasn't sexy anymore. Now it was just
brutally severe in a way that's hard to describe. Maggie took the clothespins
off my cock, one at a time. Each one left its own mark of agonizing pain on my
psyche. They actually did hurt worse being removed than they had being put in
place!
When they were all gone, I was totally spent, wanting only to be released from
my bondage.
"Guess what?" Maggie asked.
"Huh?" I was still dazed.
"It's after five. Your ordeal is over!"
"Can we do without these other people?" I asked.
"Of course. Ladies, would you leave us alone, please?"
The other girls left the clearing, leaving us alone. I was still tied to the
picnic table but she released me as soon as they were out of sight.
"Where's my copy of the videotape?"
"Here." She placed it on the table. "I do have one confession to make,
however," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"I did make one extra copy. I had to be safe."
"You're a cunning little bitch."
"Yeah," with a smirk, "but you can't deny you liked what we did to you, in spite
of the pain. A stiff cock tells no lies."
"Well, what do I have to do to get the other tape from you?"
She looked at me with eyes that fairly burned. "Be here next Saturday, naked.
I'll be alone. It'll just be you, and me, and you won't believe how cruel I'll
be to you."
The thought of being at lovely Maggie's mercy, again, gave me a rush of sexual
excitement. "If you hadn't asked me, I'd have asked you," I told her.
Her knowing smile was all the response I needed.