Here was another of many things that occurred over the weekend I had never considered. That was to be tortured by fellow females. I was sure of one thing. If I agreed, the guys would be rock hard by the end.
Seeing the girl give that small half-smile gave me the confidence to play along with her.
“If your man enough to try, I’m woman enough to take it!” I boasted. “Do what you will.” I had no idea what the result would be.
Then she turned to the guys who were standing around sniggering and said: “I need a pair of scissors.”
These were obtained, and she carefully felt my tiny breasts through the fabric of the dress and then pulled the dress away from them and cut two small cross shapes about where the material touched my nipples. She then cut between the crosses until she had made two little holes about two inches square on each side.
“Pull her dress tight,” she ordered.
The other girls and two of the men moved behind me. They commenced pulling hard on the back of the dress just above where my arms were tied across each other. The girl in front adjusted the dress so that my nipples stuck out through the two holes.
“Perfect,” she said and then added, “Give me my whip.”
Someone passed her a riding crop with a leather thong at the end that was about an inch wide and three inches long. She looked at me, saying, “You are going to like this; not a lot, but you’ll like it.”
She received a few giggles as she mimicked a well-known magician of that time.
I knew what she was going to do and begged, “Please don’t hurt me!” I knew that this sort of maiden in distress approach would be appreciated by those watching. Everyone seemed to become more aroused, seeing and hearing me begging for mercy. I carried on my pretence of being terrified of what was happening.
The girl slowly rubbed the end of the whip over my nipple’s flicking them gently up and down and from side to side. As any girl will tell you, this stimulates them, and I could feel them becoming firm and erect.
“I told you you’d like it,” she repeated and then added, “Hold her tight”.
I felt hands grab my arms behind me, and then two more grab my legs so that I could not move. The girl then brought the whip up hard on my left nipple and back down hard on my right.
I screamed with pain, “Scream away, honey,” she said as she hit my nipples again. I could feel them pulling the dress tighter behind me, and of course, that gave her a more significant area at which to aim. Up and down, she whipped me, occasionally missing but most times making contact with me.
Then she stood a bit further back and swung at me from side to side. Again I screamed, “You want me to stop bitch,” she scowled at me. “After you take our men away and have fun with them for a dirty weekend.”
She came closer and spat hard in my face, “I’ll stop when I want and not before you whore.” Her saliva ran down my face. Another first, someone spitting in my face.
She hit me a few more times on my nipples before asking the lads, “Is she wearing knickers?”
Someone shouted out, “No, she is just how you asked for her. Naked underneath, tied up and in a dress.”
I realised then that everyone had well and truly set me up.
The girl ordered: “Pull up her dress so I can see her pussy!”
Someone lifted my dress up, and a hand appeared from behind me to hold the dress fabric just about level with my navel.
“Wow, wee,” the girl with the crop said, imitating my highland accent, “You are a hairy beastie, aren’t you?”
I stood still and did not say anything. “I spoke to you; you tart. Answer me.”
“Yes, I am,” I managed to whimper.
My nipples were sore, and I was trying hard to ignore the pain.
“Are you just hairy there and on your nipples? Or do you not shave under your arms as well?” she quizzed.
Again I stood in silence as everyone looked at the scene. There I was unable to move with my nipples sticking out of the dress and someone holding up the dress’s skirt, exposing my hairy pussy.
The girl called another girl forward, “She isn’t speaking to me,” she said. “You make her.”
With that, the new girl (I could give the names but feel it best not to) looked at me and said, “You are a little miss high and mighty aren’t you?”
She grabbed one of my nipples (I forget now which one) and twisted it very hard. I screamed out again in pain, and as I did so, I caught sight of some of the lads jacking off as they watched my treatment at the girl’s hands.
“You won’t be such an ignorant pig from now on, will you?” she said, grabbing my other nipple.
“Noooo”, I screamed, and she let go.
“Good. Then I’ll let my friend continue.”
The first girl stepped back in front of me and said, “Now where were we? Oh yes, do you have hairy armpits as well as hairy tits and cunt?”
“Yes,” I answered as quickly but quietly as I could.
“What?” she asked, “I could not hear.”
“Yes,” I answered louder.
“Yes, what,” she echoed back.
I looked at her altınordu escort in a bemused fashion.
“Yes, I have hairy armpits,” she said. “Now, say it nice and loud.”
“Yes, I have hairy armpits,” I repeated. Everyone laughed.
“Pull her legs apart,” she ordered, and before I had a chance to react, someone pulled my legs forcefully apart.
Because of the tightness of the rope under my arms attached to the ceiling beam, they could not be pulled fully apart or else I would have been suspended. I was, therefore, held standing on tiptoes trying to stop the rope from digging into my armpits. The girl passed the crop to one of the others and said, “Your turn,”
The new girl took it and immediately commenced to stroke it up and down my pussy along both sides and then pushing it up to stimulate my clit. I could feel myself getting wet as she was doing it and getting a strong urge to have a pee.
“Please,” I asked, “Can I go to the toilet?”
I did not mean it to sound so much like requesting at school, but that was just how it came out to everyone’s amusement. (I am even going red thinking about it.)
Permission was given, and a bucket was placed under me. I knew I would have to do it in that. So I decided to relax as best I could and let it come.
When I had finished another girl, enquired, “There now is that better?”
I replied with some relief, “Yes, thank you.”
The girl with the whip continued to work the leather end around between my legs and up into my cunt. I could feel the moisture and anticipation growing. I was still held tight, and the dress was exposing my nipples through the two holes.
Suddenly and without any warning, the girl with the crop gave it a swish right up into my pussy. It hit me with a cracking sound, and I nearly went through the roof with pleasure and pain.
I sensed through my pain that a lot of those in the room were getting very turned on by watching me being tortured in this way.
Someone said, “Yes, another one like that.”
The girl with the crop replied, “Not yet; there’s still lots of time.”
She commanded my skirt lifted so she could see my arse. The skirt at the back was promptly upraised. I remember both the grip on my arms and the back of the dress loosening as those holding me moved into a different position to allow better access to my backside.
“Not as hairy as the front,” The girl said, “Pity about that.”
I could feel the crop gently caressing my buttocks and then sliding down my crack towards my cunt. Then again, all of a sudden, it cracked hard across my backside, causing me to swing on the ropes.
“I think she prefers the front,” the girl said as she moved round in front of me. I could feel the front of the dress lifted to expose my hairy pussy once again. “Higher”, she ordered, “I want her navel this time.”
The dress was pulled right up, exposing my belly button. She teased me with the leather end, gently stroking around my buttonhole before suddenly swishing hard against my tummy.
This time I was watching to second guess when that strike would come. I was able to take a deep breath and prepare as I saw the crop move quickly away from me before coming back hard towards me.
I gave a stifled cry.
“Oh, she didn’t enjoy that so much,” one of the other girls said, “Let me try between her legs with it.”
The crop was handed to a new girl. She proceeded to rub it up and down between my legs from my knees to my pussy. Then suddenly, she flicked it up hard right into my pussy. Wow. It hurt!
“When are you going to stop?” I enquired hopefully.
“Give me one reason why, when we are all enjoying ourselves so much?” she answered.
Again she teased around my legs. This time for longer, so much so that I was beginning to enjoy it. Then a sudden whack like a snake uncoiling right into my clit. I shouted and shook my head with pain and moaned, “Ooohhhh Arrrgh.”
“Oh, listen to the little wimp,” the girl said, “She expects to have all the fun with our men and then can’t take it when we have some fun with her.” She stopped and said, “Untie her from the beam.”
I was glad to be untied and let down. As readers will be aware, having your arms tied together across your back is a painful experience. It also means that you stoop forwards a little to be comfortable. Having the rope under my arms and around the beam resulted in me standing almost upright, which was, of course, very unpleasant.
I remember rubbing my arms vigorously to try and get some feeling back into them.
At the same time, I said, “Thank You.”
One of the lads called, “Hey, you girls were right, she does like this sort of treatment; she’s even thanking you for it!” That brought yet another titter of laughter from everyone.
“Alright,” the girl said, who had first whipped me, “Take her into a bedroom and hold her down.”
I was carried into the largest bedroom, where I was lifted and thrown down onto the bed. Once there, some of the altınova escort guys pulled me into a spread-eagle position and held me tight.
Two of the girls then came towards me, and one said, “Oh, we should have taken her dress off.”
“Never mind,” said the other, “it’s only flimsy we can tear it off.”
With that, she started trying to tear it off me. It proved to be a bit more complicated than she thought. She struggled to get the neckline to split, and this caused some amusement among the lads.
They teased her by saying, “Only flimsy, eh? Come on, you weakling, or we’ll replace her with you.”
That made me laugh too, and it got her seemingly very mad. Eventually, she cut the collar with scissors and ripped the dress right down my front. She immediately picked one of my nipple hairs and began to pull it.
She scowled, “You’d laugh at me, would you dirty cow?”
As she pulled, I tried to move with the hair but was prevented from doing so by the boys holding me down. She gave it a significant tweak causing me to gasp and half shout out. Thankfully it slipped through her fingers, and I was able to relax.
Another of the girls produced a pair of long nose pliers and said: “Is this what these were for?”
The girl who had pulled my hair answered, “Yes, it is; now we will hear the tart scream.”
She took hold of another of my hairs around my nipples and very slowly began to pull.
“Oh no, please not that,” I begged as she began to pull harder. She smiled and winked. I knew I had to act my part well.
“Noooo, please!” I was getting hot and very sweaty in anticipation of more pain.
I then had what I thought was a good idea. “Look,” I said, turning to the boys holding me, “I’ll do anything for you, really, anything you like if you just stop her!”
There was a silence, and then one of the guys said, “OK, let her get onto all fours”.
The girl let go, and I was released and allowed to get onto all fours on the bed.
“You said anything, didn’t you,” the girl asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Great,” one of the guys said, “We are all going to fuck you up your backside.”
I groaned and said in a hopeless abandon of my fate, “Oh no, not that again.”
The girl with the pliers looked at me and said, “Stubborn little bitch, aren’t you! We must teach you a lesson on obedience.”
With that, I was manhandled back into the spread eagle position, but this time a girl sat across my chest. I could feel my legs being pulled as far apart as they would go and someone fingering my pussy hair.
“You said anything?” A girl asked again.
“Yes.”
“We are going to pluck you like a turkey,” Understand.
I did all too well and nodded my agreement. However, I secretly wondered how damp this would make me?
Then the girl said, “This one for starters?”
I could feel her pulling a hair from the outer extremity of my bush. Then, she suddenly yanked it, and of course, I screamed.
“Nice work,” someone said.
The girl walked round to my head and held the pliers out in front of my face. “There,” she said, showing me a hair held between them, “How’s this for slut hair.”
She then turned and enquired, who wants this. There appeared to be a clamour, and eventually, one of the guys took it.
I could then feel someone searching more intimately into my vagina. Then I felt a hair pulled from a much more delicate area. I gasped at the thought of what was going to happen. I could feel the hair going taught, and I guess I must have whimpered.
Someone said, “Yes, she does like it”.
More and more pressure was put on the hair, until I was almost delirious with pain. I remember wriggling and writhing, which made the pain all the greater. Then the climax as the hair was quickly pulled and an exclamation came from the girl, “Another one for someone.”
She then stopped and said, “Let’s look under her arms.”
They pulled me down the bed, and my arms were raised over and above my head, exposing my armpits. My head was held to one side so I could see my tormentor approach me with the pliers. She picked a hair and started pulling. If you have ever removed a hair from under your arms, you will know how painful it can be. Almost as bad as being ripped from a girls cunt.
I called out, “Please stop. Oh, please.”
She stopped and said, “Okay, sweetie, but all these guys want a piece of you, and I was going to give it to them!”
One of the guys said, “Please let her continue. We are all enjoying it so much.”
I looked around at expectant faces looking down on me. One look lower down at bulges in trousers told me that all were enjoying my predicament.
“If you must,” I consented.
The girl again carefully chose a hair and quickly plucked it out, passing it to the lads. Then she asked, “Who wants to choose their own?”
The idea met with much approval from all around. During the space of the next half hour, guys searched both under my arms and right into altıparmak escort my vagina, looking for their little bit of me they could claim as their own.
Every time one of them chose a hair, the girl moved in and carefully plucked me, causing both pain and discomfort. She did stipulate that my nipple hairs were not to be chosen, and so thankfully, at that time, at least they were left alone. Eventually, they all seemed satisfied except one who wanted a hair from my head.
To obtain it, I had to lie face down while he chose the one he wanted. It was pulled out with a sharp yank again, making me scream yet again.
After this, I was allowed to stay lying on the bed for maybe ten minutes to recover. I have to say a few of the lads did check that I was okay and happy to continue. I was glad of that as it meant I knew that if I felt things were going too far, I could still stop it. One of them even came and showed me his hair and kissed me, thanking me for donating a pussy hair to him.
I was hopeful that all the pain of being pulled and plucked was over, and thankfully it was. I was even untied and provided with a cup of tea! Hey, how about that for keeping your slave happy?
Looking back, I cannot recall any conversation about what was to be done to me among the girls. They seemed to have had it all planned out before they arrived. My consolation was the odd half-smile or wink from a couple of them that they too were playing a little game. I was happy to join in if it kept the guys happy.
For the next event, I was taken outside, completely naked, and tied to a pagoda in the middle of the lawn. It consisted of a wooden structure with open sides and a top about five feet wide and four feet deep. Various climbing plants had been trailed up the sides and across the top.
I held my hands up in a ‘surrender’ fashion and allowed them to be bound to the top at either side. My legs were pulled apart, and ropes secured my ankles in this position. I guessed that I was in for another whipping until I saw a girl approach with a hosepipe in her hand. On its end, I could see an attachment that I knew could change how the water was applied.
I hoped it might have been warm but was not at all surprised when a freezing spray of water suddenly issued from the nozzle and was directed at me. Although the cold water was a shock, I was not too bothered by it as it was a warm afternoon.
After a couple of minutes, I was cold but not uncomfortable. The girl came forward, pointed the nozzle at my face from two meters away, and changed the spray to a much more powerful jet.
This hit me full on as I tried to evade its powerful force. Just as suddenly, the water stopped, and a shout came from the house, “Oh no!”
Then silence and then, “Hang on, I’m soaked.”
As I shook the water off my face, I could see one of the lads standing at the door who was reasonably wet.
“The hose came off the tap,” he said as everyone, including myself, laughed.
The girl with the hose said, “Go back and fix it and don’t let it happen again, or I’ll make sure you swap places with her,” motioning towards me.
Someone else went into the house, and after a short time, I heard a shout, “Okay, try that.”
The next thing I knew was that the water was being sprayed at me very hard and directed all over my body.
The water was cold as I felt the jet run up my legs, over my thighs, around my tummy and then over my tits. I felt it linger on one of my breasts for a long time. It gave me a pins and needles sensation similar to when you stand under a power shower and let it run hard on your breasts. This though was much colder and more intense.
The jet moved between both breasts until I shouted something like, “Enough, Please no more”. I knew that my pleading made them all the more excited. However, with respect to my request, the water stopped!
Then one of the girls said, “I hear she’s a filthy tart lets clean her out.”
With that, the spray went down to between my legs until the girl directing the jet shouted, “Okay, stop the water,” and the stream eased.
Then two girls undid the nozzle from the end of the hose and walked towards me with just the hose in their hand. They bent down over the sopping ground and opened my pussy before inserting the tube into it.
They then asked for a volunteer to hold it in place. There was no shortage.
One of the men took hold of the hose about six inches below my cunt to ensure it stayed in place.
The girl who had previously held the hosepipe said: “Turn it on very slowly.”
I could feel an intensely cold sensation flood my vagina and flow out down my legs. I moaned with the shock of the cold and also the strange, almost intimate sensation.
“A bit more,” the girl ordered, and I felt more pressure build up in the cavern between my legs. I stifled a scream and managed to keep quiet in case begging brought harsher treatment.
“More,” she said, and this time I could not but cry out, “Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
It took only a few seconds for the pipe to pop out of my cunt, but in those seconds, the sensation was unbelievable as my pussy was cleaned out.
I had a feeling that my anal passage might suffer a similar fate and was not surprised when I was asked: “Where should we put this next, sweetheart?”
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