Hitch Hiker

*** CHAPTER 8

I stumbled over to the showers and opened the tap. What a relief to feel the warm water running over my head and body, I drank the shower water with delight and started to soap my body when my mind sprang back to the discomfort in my butt. I put my hand down to feel where the trouble was to discover I had grown a tail. A short black curly pig like tail, as part of a new butt plug that had been inserted during my alcoholic coma, but this was no small size plug but at least a large medium, felt about a 6cms or possibly a 7cms and it was not budging for the moment. I tried to adjust it and push in and out to loosen it up, just about managed to get a fart from it; then pulled on the tail and it started to give a little. I pushed internally to force its birth but that was painful, it had to come so I pushed an pushed and pushed, it finally started to give and dilated to a maximum, oh this was hurting, push, push it had to come as the pain increased, I felt my ass stretch and stretch, I pulled the tail and paused at the same time and with one last effort it slipped its head past the sphincter and dropped to the shower floor covered in shit. I was a very imposing toy. I understand why I had trouble walking with that up my ass, it was at least an 8 or 9 cms.

“That is the smallest a slave should ever have, so get used to it,” John was watching me. “Get yourself good and clean then put the plug back in for the rest of the day. You’ll be working at the book shop today, so the plug will be in and out fairly regularly.”
Once I’d done my exercises and ablutions I put the butt plug back, not without considerable discomfort and I returned to my cell to wait for Mister John. My head was clearing slightly by now and he handed me my drinking nozzle and poured what smelt like coffee, a real relief.
He gave a thigh length white silk shirt with just one button at the waist and I followed him to the car, I opened the gate then slipped into the boot and closed it behind me. The boot was more comfortable as the tail made sitting quite difficult.

The drive lasted 30mins in some heavy morning traffic and after a little manoeuvring we parked, and the car engine stopped. The boot opened, and I climbed out into the underground parking spot, I quickly shut the boot and ran after John who was already well ahead of me going through the exit door. He left me with a smart, upright, well shaven middle-aged man in what looked like a library but really quite small.
John disappeared into a small office down the hall and I heard him go straight for the telephone.

“Jean, listen to me, your son is just fine, and he thanks you for his things; OK?”
“Calm down, nothing is going to happen to him, I will watch over him, for you, I have taken a few more photos of him and will give them to you next week.”
“Did you enjoy the last photos I gave you? That’s good, he’s a nice-looking boy, well brought up and what is essential for us is that he is so very, very obedient, don’t you think Jean??”
“No I’m sorry Jean you cannot talk to him now, he’s at work and won’t finish before midnight, and even then I have a couple of things I need him to do for me and George has plans for him too.
“You remember George don’t you Jean….at the farm… very nice man… “
“Yes, that’s right Jean…. Tell me how much you enjoyed your session with him…. which part did you enjoy most?”
“Yes, that was good, but for me, when you crouched down, and he whipped your cunt, that was great, really hot, turned me on, especially the way you reacted…. No, it’s true Jean you were great…and I think Georges wants to see you again and that’s good news Jean, tell me you’re happy about that.”

“Good, now you’re starting to understand how this works for you, just do as you’re told, when you’re told and enjoy doing it. OK?”
“Listen good, you are to be at the farm this afternoon at 2 o’clock, you will go directly to the barn, you will be naked, and you will wait until someone comes for you. Have you understood?”
“I will ask someone to follow you, so, don’t worry, he just needs to make sure everything is going to plan and that we can trust you to do as you’re told.”
“Good, I will call you later this morning, say 11 o’clock, to give you further instructions. Bye.”

At 11 o’clock he called back “Jean?”
“Jean, I will only say it once, listen and make sure you understand because any mistake will cost your son dearly, and won’t do you a lot of good either. You will leave the house at 1 o’clock you will be wearing high heels and that white dress you wore yesterday, you will not wear any underwear whatsoever. You will take your handbag and tie a blue headscarf to the handle. You will use makeup especially red lipstick. Catch the number 58 bus from the bus station and ride on the top sit in the back seat. You will during the trip look at the photos I left you of your son, one after the other. Then get of at Totton centre and wait for the bus to Ashurst. Get down at Ashurst and wait until the bus has left then proceed backwards for 60mts and take a right down the forest trail, about 60 down the trail you will take your clothes off, not your shoes, and leave them, with your handbag, in a pile to the righthand side. Now continue another 300mts through the woods to the farm house. You will follow the same procedure on your way back after George releases you.”

“Don’t forget you will be followed and watched to make sure you do as you have been told, any change your son will be severely punished.”
“I’m going to leave you now, all the best and I’ll call you this evening around 10 o’clock.”

She was so excited at her instructions, to think that she had no choice but to obey, she thought of her experience of yesterday, how George had taken control of her, how she had suffered to satisfy his lust for control, she felt the juices trickling in her vagina, making her feel excited and willing. She had just 2 hours to prepare herself, so she raced upstairs to get her dress.

She was naked before she got upstairs, she knew the mirror on the landing and wanted to see her full body as she walked passed it, stopping there to pass her hands over her breasts and then take the pose that George had wanted, legs apart, slight crouch position to show her glorious cunt and pert little clitoris. She had decided on her own initiative to tidy up her pubic hairs to better enhance her superb fuck hole. There were still several marks on her from Georges previous session, but they were fading and she gently stroked each one caressing them fondly, as if longing for them to stay, “there will be more of those for you today,” she whispered to herself, gently pinching her clitoris.

First things first, the dress. It was strewn across the chair in the corner of the bedroom where she had thrown it yesterday. She stepped into it and pulled it up over her hips and breasts to her shoulders attaching it in the back. Running her hands over her body to shake it into place. It felt good just a little tight in places, around her breasts and waist but free and airy below, finishing just above her knees. She swung a quick half turn to watch the dress fly up and show her white slightly chubby bum cheeks, as the dress dropped back to its normal position she noticed how transparent the material was when the light came from behind and surprisingly that excited her even more.

She ran a shallow warm bath and slipped in to the water that covered only to half her thighs, the flow covering just the base of her cunt, it brought her back to the pigsty yesterday, she closed her eyes and imagined herself sat on the ground in the shit and piss of the sty and she positioned herself to show her cunt off to George who stood watching her from over the wall wanting to whip her clitoris. She trembled from excitement at the thought. and squeezing her clitoris between her fingers wanting to feel the pain and humiliation she had felt just yesterday. What did he have in mind for her, why did he want me naked in the forest?

She delicate and precisely completed the depilation of her pubic area to cover only the zone above her vagina then clipped her hairs very short hoping that would satisfy George.
By the time she had finished and dried herself over she slipped into herself naked into her dress and settled in front of the mirror to attend to her make up.

Applying the final touches of bright red lip stick to her sensual lips, then put on her 5” black stiletto high heels, she had one last look at herself in the mirror, spinning around to see her dress rise and show off her naked thighs and cunt and her beautifully rounded cheeks.
She was ready to leave and peaked out of the window to see if anyone was around, noticing just a small older looking man in a red windcheater in the telephone box on the corner.

The clock just struck one o’clock as she picked up her back with the blue scarf dangling nonchalantly almost to the floor and stepped out of the house and walked off briskly down the road. She sensed her follower in the red windcheater, was some 30 metres behind her making no secret of hiding the fact he was following her. She felt the light breeze blowing around her and creating a draft under and around her thighs.

Red windcheater had quickly caught up to her and she saw he was a little shorter than her stockily built, unshaven and dishevelled hair, his clothes were scruffy and worn but he had a pleasant smiling face he spoke as he came alongside. “Alright missus, Pete sent me to watch over you, and check you do things right, OK?” she answered meekly, “yes that’s OK,” as she felt his hand move around her waist, and then down over her cheeks to slowly try to find trace of any knickers. His hands once satisfied moved up her back to search for a bra, again with no success. This inspection gave her the curious warm sensation of being wanted and belonging to a carefully organised family group.

They arrived at the bus station in the village centre and stood waiting for the next bus due in 4 minutes. She took out her compact to retouch her makeup and caught a glimpse of Red Windcheater in her mirror standing right behind her. There were about ten other people waiting for the bus and the buses were generally always full at this time of day. The bus arrived a little early and she climbed on board and validated her ticket then turned to climb the steep metal stairs to the upper deck, clinging to the handrail as she queued to climb, Red was just behind and under her as the bus moved off, jerking forwards, Reds head forced against her buttocks and his hand was straight up between her thighs clutching her cunt, and she let out cry of surprise, “you alright missus, hurry up now, move inside the bus.” The conductor urged as he stood on the stairwell looking up at her, quite obviously getting an eyeful. She smiled back at him and tried to raise her leg to the next step.

As she reached the upper deck and turned to sit on the back seat she saw there was just one seat left in the centre between one man at the window and an elderly skinny woman sat at the other end of the bench, so she squeezed directly between the two smiling at each to excuse herself for disturbing them. She settled in placing her handbag on her knees and arranging the blue scarf to fall between her knees.

In this type of bus, the rear seat is separated from the rest of the upper deck by the stairwell which makes it generally useful for young lovers coming back from the cinema, or couples seeking some degree of intimacy.
The skinny woman stood ready to get off at the next stop and Red set ready to take her place as there was no standing upstairs.

She took out the photos from her handbag and nervously opened the large buff envelop and took out the wad of large format photos of my exploits, she tried to look at them discretely in front of her face but Red made sure they were displayed in full sight on her knees. Her neighbour by the window had of course noticed the whole process and couldn’t help himself looking at the photos. Red chose this moment to question her “That’s nice, this your boy? hmm nice.” The back of his hand slightly touching her thigh as he pointed to the photo, but her nerves tingled at the sensation.

The man seated at the window got up and squeezed past them to get off the bus and they made the most of it and slid across to fill the gap.

She moved to the next photo, holding it just a touch higher in front of her, “he is a handsome boy nice pose too. I just love these photos.” His hand slipped away again just brushing her breast. She could feel her nipple reacting and hardening.

He looked around and saw he was not being watched and tried placing his hand on her breast directly. She placed her hand on his and gently took it away, putting it back on his lap. The bus was moving along quite quickly now, and they were soon going to arrive in Totton where they would change buses. She had been through all the photos and was about to put them away, “No you mustn’t do that you must continue looking at them, those are your instructions.” So she started looking at them again and he took the opportunity to place his hand backwards onto her lap supporting her hands. His hand was warm as he moved it around on her lap, forcing down between her thighs, she felt him pressing downwards the tips of his fingers just brushing her scrotum, she braced to discourage him, he moved his hand back slightly, then turning his hand over to the whole of her upper thigh, she dropped her hand to stop him but he would not relent as his confidence grew, she moved agitatedly in her seat to move away from him, but he pressed her harder.

His hand slipped to her knee and slip under her dress and between her knees. She closed her legs tightly, but he was too strong, his hand was sliding slowly and deliberately up the inside of her thigh. She enjoyed the feel of his rugged hand on her new washed legs and didn’t really want to discourage him as he could also be helpful to her later, so she relaxed her legs just slightly, but he felt it immediately and his fingers quickly found their way to her warm wet welcoming cunt. She gasped as he slowly fingered her moist lips and clitoris that was now erect and firm. Relaxing to enjoy her new position, she spread her legs wide to allow him full access, he made the most of it, rimming her cunt and pinching and rubbing together her lips, two fingers then three as she bore down on his hand.

Their stop was coming up and people were moving to get off. He withdrew his hand and she closed her legs and she was left with a sense of frustration and thought momentarily to finish masturbating herself. Red was already up and moving down the stairs as she put her photos away and arranged her dress prior to moving down the stairs, as she stood halfway down the stairs waiting for the bus to come to a standstill the conductor had taken up his position in the stairwell and was looking up at her smiling and winking she encouraged him by smiling back and pursing her lips as she felt his stare go from her high heels up her legs to her beautifully groomed wet, naked cunt, she even paused a few instants to let get the most of it. She then stepped down and off the bus followed by his gaze.

The bus drove away, and she needed to cross the road to catch the next bus that was due in ten minutes. Red was already at the stop standing to one side waiting for her, as she waited to cross the road a young tall bearded man in a suit approached her with a smile wishing her a good afternoon and engaged the conversation saying how much he liked the blue scarf she was carrying and if he could walk her across the road as he was taking the same bus as her. As they stood at the bus stop he asked her why she carried her scarf like the attached to her handbag, she responded simply that she like it that way. “The colour goes well with your dress, and your shoes are delightful, and all remarkably highlighted by your makeup, I must say I find your lipstick particularly stunning. I do hope you don’t mind me mentioning it?” he said, and she replied coyly that she was flattered and she was obviously a little surprised at such delicate attention.

Then he started asking her more intimate questions “Your dress fits you so well and shows off your fine figure, but please tell me you don’t appear to be wearing a bra, am I correct?” She just blushed a little and confirmed he was correct. “Well I never that’s nice to know, do you enjoy walking around with no bra on?” she replied, “well yes I do, it feels so nice and free, do you know what I mean?”

“Yes, I know precisely what you mean,” he went on, “because I’m not wearing any underpants and if gives me a tremendous feeling of sexual liberty. I think you and are going to get along just fine.”
“Tell me, that dress you are wearing, is that all you are wearing?” She smiled at him. “Do you mind if I ride along with you?” she answered just a little too enthusiastically that she was more than eager for him to travel with her.
So, they crossed the road together and waited for their bus chatting whilst Red followed discretely in the background, but he had not missed noticing the growing bulge in this new boys’ trousers.
The bus was on time and the two of them got onto the single decker bus and sat together with Red sat just a couple of seats behind them.

As soon as she sat down she took out the photos again and started to look through them as she had been instructed. The young man next to her obviously took considerable interest as she flicked through the pictures. After a while he asked her “do these pictures excite you?” To which she said, “yes, they do actually, I think they are very good and the model is a very handsome man, don’t you think so?” He ran his hand over his rising erection and answered her “I think he is superb, but boys don’t interest me as much as women, especially women like you. If you see what I mean,” his cock in hand.

“This is my stop coming up, I have to go.” She said.
“Good, then this is my stop too,” he replied, this seemed to unsettle her, not knowing what she should do and looked across at Red for guidance, he just signalled to her to carry on as planned.

They got off the bus together and Red went on ahead as the two of them stood for an instant wondering what to do. “let me accompany you, please.” He asked, she felt her pulse racing and felt a sense of panic but managed to answer him “well, I don’t know, it’s a little bit awkward, if you know what I mean, perhaps better you don’t,” but he insisted, “please I really think I should, to make sure you get home safely, come along we’ll walk together, which way?” She could only let him come along as her time was running out and only 5 minutes to spare. She walked off after Red with her new friend in tow. Her sensuality obsessed her she felt every movement of the breeze on her thighs, as it swept past her clitoris tickling her labia and as she walked her cunt became moist and sensitive,

She was following Red who was some 15mts ahead and he led her to the small forest track that led to the farm house and especially to the site where she was to strip and abandon her things. What would happen when she reached the spot where she was to strip herself naked in front of these two men. She was getting anxious, yet excited as the path wound its way into the dense wood, each side of the track bordered by brambles, thick nettles and ferns. She saw ahead a stile that she assumed was normally the boundary to the farm and she felt so tense and apprehensive as she climbed over the rickety wooden structure in her high heels, leaving Red and the other an excellent opportunity to assist her, holding her hands and upper arm, and holding away her dress to avoid it scraping on the dirty wood and ensuring her leg was able to get over the fence without falling over.

As they set foot on the other side of the stile farmland there was a small clearing on the righthand side where red had stopped and indicated to her the spot where she was to prepare for the next stage of her mission. She moved into the clearing and put down her handbag, she moved around the area looking for the exact place she wanted, scraping away, with her foot, a clean spot to stand, she was nervous, and tense, yet so scintillatingly excited at the idea of baring her body to these strange men. Her new friend was curious to know what was happening as he stared at her intently noticing how transparent her dress now seemed, he could make out the silhouette of her crotch and line of her legs and ass. Keeping her eyes down she timidly passed her hands behind her back to find the zip of her dress and she slowly pulled it down opening the back down to her backside, and felt the material loosen away from around her breasts, her nipples responded by firming up, she felt eased and sensual.

Then she slipped the shoulder straps off to one side, one after the other, turning her head to watch each strap fall away, the dress dropped smoothly and neatly to the ground, leaving her standing naked in her high heels in front of the two men, she timidly held a hand to her pubis and an arm across her breasts in a pretence at modesty with her looked turn down and away to one side. Both men stood silent looking at her voluptuous nudity as Red approached her and placed a large, rivet studded, hard black leather collar around her delicate neck, brushing aside her long hair to attach the clasp just tight enough to pas two fingers between the leather and her skin. She loves the smell of the new leather and the feel of it on her skin and when he tightened it with his warm rugged hands his fingers tugging and adjusting the clasp, she felt her submission to their masculine domination.

Red then spoke to the new man calling him Fred, as it became evident that both men knew each other, “you happy with what you see Fred?”
“Yes, I think that’s fine,” as he circled around her, once he was stood behind her he stroked her upper right arm, that was protecting her breasts and slid it down to the elbow then grasped firmly and drew her arm backwards to hold her wrist to her lower back, he stealthily slip a light silk cord around her wrist and pulled it tight, he then drew back her left arm in the same way and quickly tied that off to the other wrist bringing both wrists tied together in her back.

She was surprised by the astute manoeuvre but felt helpless to react, although she tried feebly to loosen the cords hold. Now she felt remarkably exposed, helpless, and naked, yet profoundly emotional realising that she had always longed for this sense of total submission, her vagina was hot and moist with excitement.

Now he stood back to admire his handiwork, passing his fingers delicately over her body, she recoiled from the ticklish sensation, which made him laugh. “Can you stand up straight and pull your shoulders back, I need present your tits correctly.” She straightened her legs and raised her head trying to push up her breasts to please him. She enjoys the sound of his dominant voice and his interest in her tits sends tingles down her spine.

“No that’s not good enough, I will have to adjust her stance.” He moved behind her again and passed a new cord around her arms to tie elbows closer together, drawing back her arms to stretch and expand her chest, forcing her breasts forward. She felt a little uncomfortable with this as he tightened the cord, she adjusted her stance a little and arms to get some comfort. He knotted the cord in its final position, then spun her gently around, looking her up and down and addressed Red saying “well now she looks good. Just look at the cunt on her, and neatly shaved just for us. She’s red hot too, we and inviting,” as he ran his finger along the split of her lips to her exposed clitoris on which he lingered feeling her tremble slightly.

Red answered him “she doesn’t seem to be standing quite as straight as before, what do you think?”
Fred stood back and after a minute agreed with him and moved behind her again and taking another cord tied it to one of the metal loops on her collar, the one that was directly above her spine, then ran it down to the tie between her elbows and passed it around it and back up through the metal loop again, which he repeated several times before tightening and adjusting. This forced her neck to straighten and head to rise in addition to emphasising the chest expansion. She felt the adjustment drawing back her head and felt uncomfortable for a couple of minutes before settling her body into the correct position.

“There we are, that should do the trick, nice shapely tits, good hard nipples, beautiful body, plump perky little ass, and that cunt of hers, just delicious and so hot. Let’s take her down to the farm. Red picked up her things and walked on in front and she followed some ten metres behind, learning quickly how to control her balance on her high stiletto heels and with her arms tied behind her back while Fred walked behind her, watching her hips and cheeks swing from left to right. Although it was a little uncomfortable for her she was still so excited by the sensation of submission and showing her naked body, and she felt how well her restraints were holding her correctly to show off what she knew to be beautiful attributes. These men were obviously connoisseurs and appreciated her submission and she had confidence that they would take good care of her body. She carefully placed her legs one directly in front of the other, to force hers hips to move sensually and exhibit her ass to Fred behind her, trying so obviously to tease him.

It was quite a long walk through the wood that was getting thicker and thicker, as the nettles encroached on the pathway just licking the top of her knees, she swung away to avoid them. Red cleared a bit of a path through the thickening undergrowth and turned from time to time to watch her walking to carefully avoid the brambles.

Finally, she could see the clearing and farmyard ahead and was relieved that the walk was almost over. The grass pasture was only 50 or 60 metres across but there was no evident walkway through and Red simply walked straight out into the long grass. She felt the grass brushing past her thighs and certain longer tufts touched and caressed her clitoris and cunt that gave her a peculiarly exciting sensation of being at one with nature. One long grass flower and seed tuft caught between her lips as she walked, she paused slightly trying to turn around it but had no option, her inertia forced her to pull on it directly, feeling it press tightly against her clitoris, it felt so exciting and so intense she let out whimper of delight. As she moved on she was now looking for stems of grass to take between the lips of her delightful cunt to allow her to cum directly there in the middle of this open field.

She saw the farmyard just ahead, and she could make out George standing in the carousel in front of the barn next to a central wooden pillar with the horsewhip in his hand, the mere sight oh him set her body tingling with anticipation, she felt her pace quicken and her cunt moisten.
Red moved away to one side towards the house, indicating with his hand that she was to proceed to join George, Fred behind her followed her.

It was a bright, warm, sunny day and the ground was dry and a little dusty as she walked the remaining 20 metres across the yard to join him. She made a supreme effort to look her most sensual as she approached him, his gaze was fixed on her luscious cunt and she knew it, she tried desperately to push her clitoris forward for him and open her cunt.

He raised his whip as she got closer, she watched his hand closely as it then drew backwards underarm to flash forward and crack the tip of the whip just beside and in front of her. She abruptly drew back her breathe expecting the whip to strike her but she was not quite in range. She paused then stepped forward a step closer, his hand raised again and the stroke touched her thigh just below her hip causing her to jump, she stood still while he prepared another strike, that hit her just to the left of her pubis, she knew she was within range and stayed still. She closed her eyes as the strikes came closer and closer to their target. She so longed for him to correct his aim, she spread her legs, and this time she felt the tip of his whip slip up between her lips into her cunt and clip her clitoris, ouch… what pure ecstasy she felt the pain surge through her in to the depths of her most intimate feelings. This is what she has always dreamed of, this is what she is, as if in a trance she dropped to her knees, and begged him to take her.

He looked at the new boy and made a sign to him to join him, “What’s your name son, who sent you and why.”
Fred answered him, “my name is Fred and I’m a friend of Master Pete, perhaps I can help you.”
“Well I think we can probably find something useful for you to do. Put her back on her feet to start with.” Fred leaned over and placed his arms under hers and lifted her to her feet.

“Come closer and let’s start with this slut, we have in front of us,” they moved very close to her, standing on either side, “she is the best fuck cunt I’ve seen in a long time, aren’t you my slave slut?”
She answered obediently “Yes Sir.” He pushed his face into hers and shouted sternly “YES SIR, what, you cunt?.”
She answered quickly “Yes Sir, I’m the best fuck cunt you’ve seen in a long time.”

“You see Fred what you can do with a nice bit of cunt, well trained to obey and to fuck as and when you want, and do you know what, she actually loves it, feel her wet cunt, go on just give her a good fingering, she’s wet and she’s red hot.” Fred made the most of the invitation and fingered her wet cunt. “Spread your legs, bitch, he’s doing all the work, show him how you can fuck his fingers, Fred, just let her cunt swallow your fingers.”
Fred encouraged him saying “Wow she’s good, real hot and wet. Did you train her like this?”

“Oh, no Fred she’s a natural, just born for it, that cunt of hers is just so juicy, another two seconds and she’ll cum in your hand, won’t you my little bitch slave? You must bring her to a euphoric trance like state that a submissive experiences as a result of intense BDSM play, and in her case, as far as I can assess for the moment, that involves humiliation, exhibition, restraint and punishment.”
“Tease and denial is good for her too I would think.” Suggested Fred.
“Well she’ll fucking well show us won’t you slut?” and she responds as she’s been taught “Yes Sir.”

Fred continued to finger her cunt, fiddling with her large firm clitoris, spreading her labia for better access. While George busied himself with her tits and nipples, he whispered in her ear how he was going to whip her, encouraging her to help Fred to finger her, “go on get your cunt moving, back and forth, don’t let it rest, he wants you, spread your legs, crouch a bit lower for fucks sake, make an effort, you fucking cow.”

He decided to release her bonds and take off her shoes, he let her roam free with a simple long leash and started her walking around the carousel, with the whip following her, stroking her ass and back, her walk turned to a trot, her tits bobbing up and down much to Fred’s amusement, “stroke your self bitch, full fingering, both hands,” the whip struck directly on her cheeks teasing her to go faster.

She felt good now she was trotting around a bit, and she had a chance to play with her clitoris on her own watched by these three men, then he made her turn and run in the opposite direction, the whip struck painfully on the thigh, but she was excited and enjoying herself.
“To the whipping post.” He shouted after 10 minutes, and she ran directly to the wooden pillar set in the middle of the carrousel. There was a large metal ring at the top to which her collar was attached and her hands were left free.

This position was for her the most comfortable as she was free to move in all directions except away from the post, her collar being fixed with little free movement but at a reasonable height enabling her feet to be flat to the ground. Her hands free allowed her to swing around to avoid or attract strokes from the whip.

This time George decided to take a bull whip just 3m long with a long hard handle and braided leather whip with three short tingles at the end about ten cms long each with a tiny ball at the end. He walked over to her when Fred had finished attaching her, he showed her the whip in its every detail and had her suck the tip whilst he used the handle as a dildo rubbing it against her wet vagina to lubricate and then her pelvis swayed backwards and forwards over the handle masturbating herself slowly on the rounded ball end of the handle, taking it gently deeper and deeper into her. Her hands slipped down over her body, her fingers squeezing her nipples and caressing her tits and gently whimpering in pleasure. The other two men came in much closer to enjoy the show and to stroke her legs bottom and tits. She was enjoying the entire process, her whole body profiting from all these delicious hands all over her and concentrating the total ecstasy in her clitoris. She wanted more and more, she would never be satisfied.

George asked Red his name and he responded “Donald Sir, at your orders Sir.”
“Good Donald then I need you to tie her wrists to her collar, so she doesn’t start flaying her arms about. OK.” Then turning to Fred “and you Fred go and get some nice dildos and her Magic Wand vibrator in the cupboard in the barn, OH and bring the spreader bar as well, that’ll keep her legs apart, we want her to cum freely and regularly and keep you guys busy.”

He approached her “you’re such a lucky slut to have your cunt given all this attention. Suck that whip good and strong, you bitch, it’s going to destroy that nasty clitoris throbbing inside you, its going to release all that pent-up pleasure you’ve been holding back for years, just feel that knob end, feels so good.”

Fred was back and was placing the spreader bar with it’s ankle straps, keeping her legs about a metre apart, her wrists were now loosely attached to her collar. She continued to squirm over the ball end of the whip as George has Fred lubricate and prepare a small size butt plug for her and he expertly find and inserts it slowly into her tight little butt, her body moving all the time easing its penetration. The magic wand is plugged in at the base of the post and is functioning with a strong, loud whirring sound.

“OK, we’re looking good, now you two just stand on the other side to watch her, and you must watch her closely, I want you to feel what she’s feeling sense what she needs, the wand, a dildo or simply a good fingering, talk to her, let her know you are there, and encourage her. I will stop from time to time to see how you boys are enjoying the show, feel free to touch each other, and undress. I see Fred already has a good hard on so perhaps he’ll let you share it Don.?”

She felt apprehensive waiting for the first stroke, to weigh the measure of the force of the whip and his hand to judge the amount of pain pleasure she might derive. The butt plug sat well in her butt and the wrist ties were not too tight, just the spreader bar that was awkward to get used to preventing her from closing her legs. The knob end was getting her close to an orgasm when he withdrew it and gave it to her to lick and suck clean.

She watched the two men place themselves in front of her, as Fred finally took off his jacket and loosened his shirt un doing most of the buttons to reveal a well bronzed torso covered with thick black hair and she noticed the outline of his erection in his pants. Don had also run his eyes up and down the young man’s body, fixing his gaze particularly on his tight round butt in those silky skin-tight pants. George was also watching the scene with growing interest.

The first stroke landed on her lower back with a violent sting, and she weakened at the knees, closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as the pain seeped through her body to arrive at long last to her pleasure zone just behind her clitoris. The pleasure was more intense than the pain and she exhaled the contents of her lungs loudly.

George shouted to Fred, “just give her a touch of the wand on her clit, see how she reacts.” Fred moved towards her and switched the vibrator on and lay it gently on her wet cunt running it up and down to find the clitoris. He felt her body tremble violently and withdrew and went back to his place.

George then called Don over and spoke to him aside, whispering just out of hearing range. He walked away to the barn.

The second stroke was easier to accept as it landed on her butt, then the third and quickly a fourth and a fifth. He was getting her used to his whip hand. Don returned with a bottle of oil that he gave to Fred and George said to him “Fred, I think she needs oil and a quick massage, insist around her nipples and cunt, OK?” Fred replied “OK, yeah for sure, my pleasure.” He moved again to take the bottle of oil, then undid the last button of his shirt, slipped it off his shoulders and place it with his jacket at the base of the whipping post. “Don’t leave your stuff there Fred it will get dirty, Don put his clothes over in the barn out of harms way.” Don did as he was told and Fred moved to open the bottle of oil and put some on his hands and rubbed his hands. Georges shouted over to Don again, “Don, bring a pair of shorts or something for Fred he’s going to ruin those precious trousers of his.”

Don came back quickly with some silky red shorts for Fred. “don’t be silly Don, Fred’s hands are full of oil you take his trousers off for him and put the shorts on him.”

Don approached him and grasped the waistband of his trousers, undoing the top button and then taking the zip fly to slide it gently down and spread the garment open to reveal a forest of black fluffy pubic hair, and a long thick uncut penis, slightly excited, he moved his hands inside and around to his buttocks to release and pull the trousers down to his ankles where he undid his shoes and socks and left him standing naked. Fred then quickly raised his right foot to place it in the shorts, then the left foot. He was obviously a bit embarrassed to be naked out in the middle of a field and was quick to try and cover himself. And Don pulled the shorts up over his hips and bum, leaving him to shake down his stuff. He had enough body hair to make him look like a chimp, and that certainly seemed to turn Don on. Fred thanked Don for his help and shyly rubbed his hands before continuing.

Fred continued to rub his hands then started to massage Jeans lower back with both hands working in the oil, spreading it over her cheeks and down into her crack and around her butt plug, sliding his finger in, around and behind the plugs base. She made no secret of the fact she was really thrilled at this new game, raising her body up on her toes to ease access and arching her back to lift and push out her wet and excited cunt. He continued applying more and more oil.

Don stood back to watch Fred at work following his cock bobbing up and down behind the red silky shorts, intrigued by the thickness of hair on his skinny body, even his shoulders were covered with dense thick hair. Fred was so excited with his new task that he didn’t seem to notice Don’s interest in him. Don was getting closer and closer to him pointing out areas on her cunt that he had missed, insisting that he pay more attention.

George shouted over to them to get out off the way so he could get an aim with his whip, so Don simply took Fred by the neck and pushed him to one side, the whip came very close to the two of them as they scampered to get out of the way, almost falling over one another. Fred had closed the bottle of oil and placed it back at the bottom of the post and was wiping his hands clean on her ample breasts and abdomen tweaking her erect nipples between his fingers.

George now gave a long series of whips in rhythm from left to right swiping home on each cheek as she jumps from side to side and jumps up and down to avoid the sting. There is little room for her as her bum starts to turn a vivid red.

Her mind is totally occupied with the intense sensations she is feeling in the pain and ecstasy of sublime pleasure, begging to have her clitoris taken and her cunt violated, her legs spread apart leave her so open, she closes her eyes counting each delicious stroke as it strikes. She feels those hands on her breasts massaging her so sensitive nipples.

George now decides that Fred should learn to use the whip and try a few strokes, so he calls him over. “Just stand here close to me and hold the whip, just try and hold it right at the knob end and swing it backwards and forwards. He takes his hairy forearm in one hand and puts his other arm around his waist, “now give her a nice taste of the whip and aim for that clitoris you were just oiling over.” He let one nervous stroke go, that struck with no real force at the middle of her back.

He tried again and again starting to get the hang of the whip and the pleasure as his cock started to rise inside his shorts. George left his side to stand close to her, running his hand over her body, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples, the oil had made her skin supple and tender, her cunt was dripping and she whined with pleasure as he spoke to her “this is too much for a sloppy slut cunt like you isn’t it you whore, I think you deserve better you bitch and I’m going to make sure you get it,” he slipped his hand to her wet slimy pussy “can you feel my hand fucking your pussy, tell me, talk to me, I want you to tell me what you’re feeling, just whisper in my ear, between you and me, don’t stop.” She started to whisper in his ear as he worked her cunt, she writhed under the whip and drew breath, “talk me through the pleasure of the whip, don’t stop, don’t pause, just concentrate on whispering to me. Tell me you understand!” she confirmed and started to turn her concentration on him as she trembled from pleasure.