Katrina's summer cabin, the morning after the party.

A few minutes after I wake up in total darkness, I hear the sounds of boots crunching over rocks and twigs outside and start to squirm. It's hard to tell how I'm bound exactly, because it's pitch black in the shed and I'm numb all over, but I definitely can't move my arms or legs and something is constricting my breathing. I'm not gagged but I can't talk--we're at somebody's country house and since there is no one around for miles last night I remember they had let me scream myself hoarse while a coxcomb redhead I'd never met before whipped me with a horsehair flogger.

The door opens and the sun is blinding and Jenny and Justine are staring down at me, laughing maniacally. "Oh my fucking God," Justine is saying, "I can't even believe you're still alive."

"Smells....lovely," says Jenny, crinkling her nose.

"Yeah, he's ripe. We need to clean him off."

I'm trying to talk but my voice is totally shredded and Justine is shutting the door, exaggeratedly slowly, and I hear somebody snap the padlock in place loudly and then I hear their boots walking off away from the shed. I've counted to a thousand by the time I hear the boots outside the door again. The lock clicks, the door swings open, and I see Justine, in a tight Bad Brains tee shirt, standing in front of my grinning, holding a hose. I make a noise that sounds like "Eeek" with what's left of my voice when the water hits me, heavy and ice cold. While they're spraying me down I start to piss myself and Justine starts to laugh so hard she has to hand the hose to Jenny to finish the job.

When the mud and the blood and the piss and everything else is washed off of me, Jenny walks up to me and, smiling, kicks me right in the balls with her combat boots. Nausea and vertigo rush through me, and as I'm facedown on the ground I can feel knots being untied, adjusted, re-tied, until the two girls jerk me to my feet with my numb hands bound tightly behind me, my legs tied at the knees and some rope tied noose-like around my neck. Justine takes the rope around my neck and begins to walk toward the house, saying "Hop, bitch". Jenny finds a large stick and forces it into my asshole a little. "The slower you move, the higher the stick goes," she says, and both girls giggle giddily. "So if I were you I'd move fast--this would hurt a fuck of a lot worse than that buttplug that had you crying last night."

"Plus," adds Justine helpfully, jerking on the rope, "I doubt it's sanitary. You don't want poison ivy of the sphincter or something."

By the time we got to the back entrance of the house my bare feet, which are naturally tender, were full of cuts and felt bruised but I don't complain because my voice is shot, because the noose around my neck is too tight and because I am afraid of being sodomized with a large stick. Katrina met us at the door and smirked. "He looks absolutely miserable. Tie him up out here for a few minutes." They loop the noose around a huge branch on a tree behind the house, pull it until I'm on my tip toes and then cinch the rope tightly. Jenny, who is laughing so hard her face has turned red says, almost symapthetically, "Babe, you really really wanna stay as still as possible," and then all three girls go back into the house.

When they return, Jenny and Justine are both punked out by Katrina looks almost surreal in in white skirt, a pair of white Mary Janes, and a plaid top. Pure preppy perfection. She slaps me, saying "I can tell you were thinking about laughing at me." Playing along, Jenny knees me in the groin saying "How dare you laugh at her," while Justine tweaks my nipples.

They untie the noose from the tree branch and force me to the ground, where Justine and Jenny work tying me, backwards, to the tree. My arms and legs are hugging the tree and my face is pushed into its bark while Katrina, lighting a cigarette, says "I'd help but I have to meet the fam in a few minutes."

"Her family is, like, a constant source of frustration for Kat" says Jenny, laughing, and she tightens the knot around my wrists. From the corner of my eyes I catch Katrina making a claw with her hand and agreeing with Jenny "Maaaaaaaaaajor stress" she sighs, and I feel her nails rip open my sore, bare, back.

"Maaaaaaajor stress reliever" says Justine, giggling.

All three girls walk away and a few minutes later Jenny and Justine return. "There are people around during the day," Jenny is explaining as she wraps duct tape around my head, "so we can't have you screaming like last night." Meanwhile, Justine is spraying me with something cool and sticky. "You hate bugs. Bugs love sugar water. This way even when we're not paying much attention to you, you're probably going to be pretty miserable," she says.

I'm horribly averse to bugs and as soon as she says this I begin to squirm uselessly against the tree. "Dude, you're gonna chafe," says Jenny.

"Good idea. Reall mark the tree up with sugar. That'll draw extra ants," says Justine.

The two girls pull up lawnchairs and begin to beat on my completely exposed back with riding crops. "This is Chinese riding crop torture" says Justine. "We just keep hitting you softly in exactly the same place. For a long, long, long, long time. By this time tomorrow you'll feel like you fell out of an airplane with no parachute."

There's nowhere to go and nothing to do but close my eyes and whimper, but when I feel something with lots of legs and antlers crawling up my back I start to visibly freak out and, as I rub myself raw against the tree trying futilely to get away, Jenny and Justine sip lemonade and laugh, watching the entire spectacle.

Jenny's apartment, part 2.

I wake up confused, disoriented, babbling loudly, as all three girls are pouring ice cold water all over me. "Oh, there he is" says Jenny "good morning, sunshine" as my eyes open wide and I immediately begin to squirm pointlessly again, remembering only that the girls had said they had something "really awesome" planned for morning. Kat walks behind me, giggling softly, and very calmly puts her fingers on a pressure point in my neck. "Reeeeeeelax" she coos, as she massages the nerve and I comply to try to make it stop. "Such a good boy" she says and they all giggle.

"Such a bitchy little gimp" says Justine, already smoking a Clove, exhaling directly into my face which makes me cough and also reminds me of how queasy I am.

Jenny walks over and says "We've been having fun with food lately. Last night, hot pepper, and now....we have some ginger." She holds fresh ginger in front of my eyes and wiggles around her poison pink fingernails to let me get a good look at the ginger plug. Just then I feel Kat slip a chokehold around my throat and cinch it tightly. I'm too exhausted to fight (and too naive to understand what is coming next) so I just try to go limp. Kat laughs and says "That's right darling, don't struggle. Take a couple of deep breaths, it'll go faster."

I wake up tied, face down, on a bed. My hands and feet are spread wide, tied too tightly to the posts, and my ass is slightly elevated. It's hard to even breathe I'm stretched so taut and Kat is sitting casually on the bed next to my head, chatting with Justine, who is standing behind me. I feel Justine rake her nails across my ass and as I wince Kat, who is wearing a yellow and black plaid skirt and a black Bratmobile shirt and loudly cracking her gum, giggles. "Ooooh do it again" she coos and as the nails rake the other way back across my ass I start to whine and scream. Jenny, who is standing next to me, jams a ballgag into my mouth and Kat fastens it tight in the back.

"He'll be needing that pretty soon anyway" laughs Justine from behind me, and I feel her nails rake all the way down my back, down my ass, sinking deep into my flesh. "Drew some blood" she says, very self satisfied, and Kat and Jenny both look over to admire. Though I still can't see Justine, I see her fingers dangling over my face from behind and she wipes a little of my blood on my cheek.

"Arms and legs already asleep babe?" asks Jenny from up above and I can only nod as the three girls laugh. Justine is teasing my ass with what I will soon realize is ginger and Kat pinches my nose shut, staring into my face as I try to thrash my head around. Jenny sighs contentedly, sits down on the other side of my head, and digs around my neck with her fingers, finding the exact same pressure point Kat had found earlier. As Kat makes sure I can't breathe, Jenny tweaks the nerve in my neck and whatever feeling I had left in my shoulder starts to fade into a riotous oblivion. Kat and Jenny both light cigarettes, hold them so that the smoke is drifting right up into my face, and look back at Justine who is still teasing my asshole with the plug of ginger, that just feels cold and hard.

"Baby, hand the me the Ben Gay" says Kat to Jenny, who reaches down on the floor by the bed and hands over a tube. By now I'm trying to struggle but my limbs are all basically dead and my mouth is gagged and Jenny perches directly above my head, shoving a pair of shiny black boots into my face while Kat reaches between my legs and begins to rub on the Ben Gay. Now Jenny puts her boots on the back of my head, jamming my face deep into the mattress and as the Ben Gay is just beginining to sting Justine shoves the plug of ginger all the way into my ass and even though it's just cold and hard and a little uncomfortable at first, it slowly begins to tingle.

Dead arms and dead legs or not, I'm thrasing around as the Ben Gay burns my cock and balls and the ginger goes nuclear in my sphincter. The girls are all laughing so hard they can barely stand up, and when Justine notices my ass twitching and legs kicking she laughs saying "Dude, the more you tighten up the more that shit is gonna burn so whatever you....relax." She's cackling as she smacks my ass repeatedly with a horsehair flogger, and every blow makes my ass tighten more, makes the ginger sting more, makes me more desperate to somehow get away.

Jaws aching from the gag, cock, balls and ass all on fire, I'm trying to yell through the gag, trying to pull apart the bed, thrashing around on the mattress, and Kat, Justine and Jenny are all sitting on the bed staring at me, laughing. Jenny has her ever-present cellphone out and is taking a video with it that she's taunting me about posting online, while Justine, mock-concerned, says "Aww sweetheart, don't thrash around like that. You're going to dislocate your shoulder or pull a muscle" but as she says this she's tickling my nose and making me writhe and contort even more.

"Poor baby," says Kat, standing up, "You're gonna sting like forEVER and all you can really do is just wait it out" and she's so smug it makes me want to scream.

They all sit and watch me for a long time, smoking cigarettes, talking about upcoming concerts, and when I finally stop squirming and just lie there whimpering, feeling broken and completely spent, Jenny says, with mock sadness "Aww. Show's over." Justine puts a nearly full ashtray right under my nose, warning me that "It would suck to get tired and let your face fall in there. Nothing less appetizing than spit soaked cigarette butts" and they all laugh again. Walking away, Jenny flicks my left ear with her fingers and then, as an afterthought, she and Kat go over to the dresser, find some clothespins, and clamp them up and down my ear and face. Jenny takes some more pictures and I'm hoping that they'lll take the pins off when they have the pictures but instead Justine says "Don't worry too much....your face will go numb pretty fast."

I hear three sets of boots on the floor. The light goes off and the door closes and, even though it's totally unncessary, I hear the door lock on me from the outside.

Jenny's apartment.

We're sitting around drinking, and when I return from the bathroom, Jenny has refilled my Scotch and soda. Justine makes fun of me for drinking like yuppie scum and Jenny giggles. "Nice place," I tell Jenny, looking around, smirking, "looks like Liberace and Madonna rented a fuckpad together but couldn't decide who got to do the decorating".

"Drink up," Kat smirks.

A few minutes later, I'm feeling flushed and dizzy. Jenny lights a cigarette, smirks, mentions she slipped an Ambien into my drink, notes "You really should have expected that" and laconically pushes me back down as I try to stand up. "Don't bother, darlin'" and I catch the exhale of her cigarette full-on. The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep is coughing.

When I wake up, I am saran wrapped to a very uncomfortable chair with a hard back. My arms are wrapped to my sides, and then my whole torso is wrapped to the chair. My legs are wrapped to the legs of the chair, and Kat, whose hair is purple fading to violet this week, smiles and says "Mornin' sunshine. It was a serious bitch getting you wrapped up like this....you're not getting loose anytime soon."

I start to say something but Jenny, who has obviously been waiting for me to open my mouth, very theatrically shoves a filthy sock (when I taste it I nearly gag) in and seals it up with duct tape, rubs her hands together theatrically. Justine laughs right in my face and belches a little, blowing it in my face and then saying "Oh, excuse me, dear."

I'm sweating already from the saran wrap and Jenny, who is closing the windows, says "It's getting hot in here. Let's go sit in the front room." As I mmmmph through the gag, Justine looks at me, smirks and says "Aren't you coming? No? Okay." The light goes out, the door slams shut, time passes.

Justine, who is wearing a Cramps tee shirt and combat boots, comes back in, sipping a bottle of Fiji water and I'm dying of thirst, sweating and in desperate need of pissing all at once, which I didn't think was possible. She reaches into her pockets and produces a wicked looking set of nipple clamps, which she slowly, ceremoniously, attaches to me as I cringe and whimper. My nipples are hypersensitive to begin with and the girls always make it a point to pay extra attention to the nipples whenever they torture me. Justine straddles me, looks into my eyes, grinning, and kisses my cheek, and then promptly begins to obnoxiously slobber all over it. I'm mmmphing, struggling like crazy, but totally trapped as Kat and Jenny walk back in. "I see you got some life back into him" says Jenny and they all laugh.

Justine continues to play with my nipples, and every time she tweaks the clamps every nerve in my body feels like it's on fire. "You're so totally our little bitch" she coos.

"We should make him start coming to the shows with us in drag" says Jenny, "in fact he should come up on stage. We can handcuff him there and have him dance."

I'm obviously horrified by this suggestion and the three start laughing again, while Jenny slips behind me and puts me in sort of a headlock, where my head is buried in her armpit. Once again there's nothing I can do except wriggle and squirm and Kat laughs, says "Take deep breaths. Really relish that aroma."

"We have plans for you in the morning" says Justine, "but we wanted to make sure you stuck around. So, you know, stick around."

Jenny takes the tape off my mouth and lets me spit the sock out. "I know that really would've made you puke and we don't want you dying on us in the middle of the night. Besides, I have some food for you." Jenny dangles a jalapeno pepper in front of me and I clamp my mouth shut tight.

"Good strategy" says Kat, straddling me, casually pinching my nose shut, "it's not like you'll have to breathe or anything." There is really nothing more humiliating than being completely and totally objectified, to the point of being mechanized. I have no choice but to gasp for breath. Jenny shoves the jalapeno whole into my mouth and slaps tape over it while Kat holds my throat tightly and says "Don't swallow. Don't chew. Just let it rest on your tongue, dork."

In no time, my mouth is raging. My tongue feels swollen and on fire. My eyes are watering and the longer I hold the hot pepper there, the worse it gets. I'm squirming, wriggling against the plastic wrap but there's absolutely no give and sweat is pouring down my face. My eyes are watering so hard I'm actually crying and the only part of my body I can move even a little is my head. My nose is burning and Kat finally takes her fingers off my throat, takes the tape off, grins and says "You can spit it out now."

By now the damage is done and my tongue is throbbing, my mouth is burning and I can hardly see through the tears in my eyes as I'm begging for water. All three of the girls pull up chairs in a semi-circle around me, rest their boots on my lap, and they're all drinking water and talking shit to me. I'm begging, offering anything for a sip of water, and Kat smirks and says "Babe, you really don't have anything you can give me that I want more than to just watch you suffer."

"Shhhhh" says Justine, "I'm on the phone." I can hear parts of her end of the conversation and she's giggling, saying things like "No, we totally did that to his drink" and "Ha ha yeah, just now, now we're just sitting her sipping some water and he's freaking out, crying."

"My eyes are watering I'm not crying" I insist, as I see Justine putting her cellphone right in front of my face, taking a picture. A minute later I hear loud giggling on the other end and Justine is laughing saying "I know right? And he's so red!"

Finally, Kat yawns, says she's tired. Justine hangs up the phone. Jenny says "Oh what the hell, we should at least give him some water" and then, predictably, they all screw the caps back on their bottles super-tight, laugh, and put the bottles right at my feet. My mouth is still burning and I'm laughing but also yelling at them, seriously begging to at least let me go to the bathroom which is when Jenny says "Oh don't worry babe. We put newspaper on the floor all around you." I look down and realize, with a humiliating feeling, that's true, just as somebody shuts the light off and the door closes tight.

From Chicago to Indianapolis, van trip

A song called "Enema Nurses in Bondage" is playing and Justine says "Hmmm....enemas. Interesting idea," and she, Jenny and Kat all giggle. Kat is sitting next to me in the back seat, absentmindedly playing with my hair. I'm mummified from head to foot in duct tape, totally unable to move, and a pair of socks Jenny had worn on stage the night before is jammed into my mouth, sealed in place with still more tape. From time to time, Kat will plug my nose and then ignore me, talking with Jenny and Justine about the gig tonight, while I panic from a total inability to breathe. Panicking when completely cocooned in tape feels like being buried alive. You can't do anything, can hardly even flex and unflex a muscle, and you're completely locked inside your own head.

Kat pinches my nose shut again and she and the other girls start talking about the show they played last week in Champaign. At first I can follow the story but as I get dizzier and my ears start ringing I just slump back against the seat until Kat finally unplugs my nose and I do my best to gasp through my nostrils.

Jenny, who is wearing old jeans and a Clash shirt jumps into the back seat with me and slaps my face hard. "We should have a slapping contest" she suggests to Kat.

Kat slaps me and then says "So, who slapped harder?" She is kind enough to remove my gag so that I can answer.

This is an impossible situation and I have no idea how to answer to minimize the upcoming torture.

"Must have been a tie" said Jenny, slapping me again even harder.

"Oooh, I think you left a handprint" Kat laughs, and slaps me again on the other side of the face.

"Jenny slaps harder" I say, gambling that it's best to piss off the less sadistic of the two girls.

Kat slaps me three times across my face and giggles "You fucking bitch".

The two of them continue slapping me until I'm almost in tears, when Kat reaches into the very back of the van, where they keep the equipment, and starts looking through a gym bag. She takes out the riding crop and my eyes must go very wide, because Jenny says "That got his attention".

The two of them push me onto the floor, where I'm still totally immobile and sprawled uncomfortably across the divider which makes it even harder to breathe. The girls take turns whipping me with the crop. Each blow is heavy and shakes me from my teeth to my toes and Jenny is particularly good at working the same spot over and over.

I can feel bruises forming up and down my back and the back of my thighs and they're hitting me so hard it's tearing the tape in parts. Justine turns up an L7 song and says "Don't forget to hit the soles of his feet".

By the time we pull over to get gas I can feel the bruises and welts up and down my body and even the soles of my feet feel tender and Kat and Jenny flip me over before they go in to use the bathroom and buy something to drink. I'm staring at the van's ceiling, alone and unable to move, while I hear people passing back and forth outside. I can hear Justine, who is pumping gas, joking around with some woman although I can't really hear what they're saying.

Justine returns to the van, lights a cigarette and blows some smoke in my face. "Long ride?" she asks. "Hey, just be thankful I don't feel like untaping you enough to stick a buttplug in. Maybe when we dump you off at the motel".

"No, seriously, I'm like one huge bruise and I'm so torn up I'm afraid it's going to do permanent damage".

Justine shrugs, exhales smoke, shakes her platinum blonde hair out of her eyes. "You'll be permanently damaged if I want you to be. I'm pretty sure I do".

Jenny and Kat climb into the back of the van, each holding a bottle of Dr Pepper. Jenny belches extravagantly right in my ear and blows it toward my face and Kat says "You're such a bitch", laughing.

"We should work on his front a little bit" says Jenny, picking up the crop and beating my chest.

"My sister used to do this thing to me" says Kat "she called it Chinese water torture. She'd hit just the same spot on my chest, over and over. After a few minutes it feels like your whole chest is collapsing".

"I used to do that to my brother all the time" says Jenny, hitting me again in the same spot. Jenny smacked me dead center in my chest over and over, until it really did feel like my chest was collapsing. Until everytime she hit me the wind was knocked out of me. Kat smiled down at me, finishing her Dr Pepper, and after I begged, sobbingly, for several minutes for Jenny to please stop she finally hit my chest three more times and then moved on to my arms. It was still impossible to take a full breath without pain while Jenny moved her concentration to turning my arms into raw meat.

Kat giggles, whispers something to Jenny, who agrees. They flip me back over and now, with my chest pressed against the divider on the floor, all I can take are short, shallow breaths. Jenny pointedly takes out her knife right in front of my eyes, and all I can focus on are her black finger nails and the blade of her knife. She rubs it against my cheek, makes me kiss it which I do, lips trembling, muscles remembering times she has cut me in the past.

This time, though, she cuts away some of the tape near my ass and Justine howls with laughter and then starts to sing along to Sex and Dying in High Society by X. Kat waves her empty Dr Pepper bottle slowly in front of my eyes and passes it to Jenny and as I feel the bottle being pushed into my ass, I understand all too well.

I can't tell how far up my ass they manage to cram the bottle (it's impossible to have perspective on these things, when your ass is as raw as mine two fingers can feel like a ten inch strap-on) but every bump in the road emphasizes my predicament tears my ass up a little more. I still can't breathe at all normally and there is nothing to take my mind off the pain, especially when Jenny works on my back more with the riding crop and Kat digs her nails into the back of my neck. One time I've almost blacked out when Kat happily announces "I drew blood" and then she is cramming her fingers into my mouth, ordering me to suck. For I don't know how long I have to suck on her fingers like they're a cock and if I stop, even for a moment, Jenny strikes the bottle hard with the riding crop, forcing the bottle up even deeper.

The van finally comes to a stop and the girls go into a motel office, I guess, to make arrangements for the next couple of nights. I'm left in the van with a Bratmobile album playing much too loud, wheezing out shallow breaths, my ass torn up and my entire body bruised and broken.

Cock and ball torture at the Aloha Inn outside Chicago

The first clothespin goes on the very tip of my cock, and after it is clamped in place Justine flicks it hard with her fingers, making my whole body shudder. My hands are tied behind my back so tightly they've gone to sleep and Jenny has me in a tight sleeper chokehold, but she always lets up the pressure before I actually black out. Kat is sitting on the bed wearing tight red vinyl pants and black high heel ankle length boots. Her legs are crossed and she's half paying attention to me, half talking to somebody on her cellphone. Justine is clamping pins around the ridge of my cock and even though they sting hellishly I can't even moan because Jenny's sleeper is too tight.

Justine is wearing her red high tops and black fishnets, black latex medical gloves, a PVC skirt and she's topless. My arms are bound at the wrists and the elbows with rope that cuts into my skin and every time I squirm the clothespins jiggle which hurts even worse. As Justine clamps the 5th pin onto my shaft, she reaches up, ruffles my hair, and then flicks all the pins on my cock, one by one.

"His face is so expressive when he's in agony" she says, giggling.

I'm so dizzy that I lean back almost limp against Jenny, who cinches her arm around my throat even tighter.

"It's so expressive and so purple" Jenny counters and they both laugh. Jenny swings my head back and forth a few times and I'm not just dizzy but nauseous when Justine starts clamping clothespins up and down my shaft. Every time I flinch, Jenny gives the chokehold a slight jolt and by now not only are my arms numb but they're completely flaccid. Only my cock remains hard.

Kat lights a cigarette and giggles, still talking on the phone, and says to Justine "You can get at least one more on the ridge". Justine agrees, clamps a sixth one to the ridge and two more on the head and my cock aches and stings like it's being devoured by some ferocious beast.

Even with my vision blurry from the lack of blood to my brain, even with my cock burning and feeling like chewed up meat, I can't help noticing how great Justine's tits are. She's smirking superciliously, and adds still more clothespins to the shaft. I'd give anything to have Jenny tighten up just a little more and make me go to sleep, but she's very good at knowing how far to push a chokehold to keep me helpless but awake.

By now there are 16 clothespins on the shaft, ridge and head of my cock and I hear Kat tell whomever she's talking to "Hang on a sec, I'll show you". She takes a picture with her cellphone of my cock, standing up and zooming in close for a good view. A minute later she's laughing like a maniac and I can hear a girl's laughter on the other end of the phone all the way over where I'm sitting, slumping really against Jenny.

Jenny jerks me to my feet and leads me over to a chair, where she stands in front of me while Justine wraps a rope around my shoulders and torso, cincing it tight. I notice Jenny is wearing ripped jeans, biker boots and a tight Lunachicks shirt that shows off her enormous tits. With my vision still blurry, her pink hair stands out more than anything and I see her walk close to me and clamp two clothespins on my nipples. I can't help squirming, even though it only makes the pain worse, and I beg for some kind of relief.

Kat finishes her phonecall and stands over to look at me, arms folded and whispering and giggling with Jenny. She says "Somebody should gag him" and Justine answers "I'm wearing gloves ayway, I'll grab his undies". The three bitches had kept me locked in a closet all day and I'd been helpless to keep from pissing my pants. A moment later, urine soaked boxers were crammed into my mouth and secured with duct tape.

The three girls take turns flicking the clothespins. One would play with the pins on my nipples while the other two played with the pins on my cock, and then they'd alternate. Justinetakes one off my ridge, and when it came off the sudden sharp pain was even worse than the constant, slightly duller pain, but when she immediately clamps it back on I am in total agony.

Kat slapped me hard in the face, saying "You still with us, slutty slut slut?" I mumble something through the gag and feel Jenny blowing smoke in my face. Coughing, I look up and see that Justine has her riding crop and try to flinch just before she smacks me in the balls. Justine beats my nuts until I feel like I'm going to puke, and out of the corner of my eye I see Jenny putting on her strap-on.

The ropes holding me to the chair are loosened (I'm too dizzy and sick to tell by whom) and I feel myself pushed roughly to the floor. Duct tape is ripped off my mouth and someone orders me to spit the undies out, which I do. Kat puts her boots under my mouth and tells me to start kissing. She is holding Justine's crop and if I stop kissing them for even a moment I feel the heavy, bonejarring thud of a riding crop landing squarely between my shoulders.

My cock is still being burned and chewed by the pins when I feel Jenny push her strap-on into my asshole. "You should be still" says Justine from somewhere above me "the more you move around the more damage those clothespins are going to do to your cock". I close my eyes, keep kissing Kat's boots and do my best to relax as Jenny rips up my asshole. She's using a larger dildo than usual and it's spreading me wider and going deeper. I'm crying and Kat tells me, filing her nails, that if I get any snot on her boots I'm going to have to lick that off too. The thought of this makes me gag (snot is the grossest thing in the world to me) and Kat and Justine both laugh.

I'm rolled over onto my back and Jenny is sitting on my face, forcing the dildo into my mouth while Kat and Justine start flicking the clothespins off my cock, one by one. Jenny notes happily that "My dildo is full of your shit now, lick it off" and I can't protest because she keeps shoving it so far up my throat that I'm gagging. I suck on the dildo as hard as I can, hoping to get this over with, and I learn that it's possible for a girl to have an orgasm from having her hard-on sucked. Jenny spasms, moans happily and gets off my face. My cock stings and is tender to the slightest touch.

"We should disinfect that" says Kat "to be safe", and she and Jenny laugh riotously as I try to wiggle away while Justine goes to get a bottle of alcohol. Jenny props me up against the bed and Kat puts both hands tightly against my mouth and my scream is still audible as Justine dumps alcohol all over my cock. Ten minutes later, left alone in the dark while the three of them go out, hands still bound and still too dizzy and sick to move much, my cock still feels like it is being cooked.

Chapter 5, Super 8 room in Champaign, Illinois, before show at the Blind Pig.

I feel cold water splashed on my face and look up to see Kat looking down at me, giggling, pouring ice cold Evian all over me. She's wearing tight leather pants, a Sex Pistols tee shirt that shows off her tits, a tight leather jacket she has unzipped and shiny black, leather, gloves. Kat smirks at me and says "Wakey wakey, slaveboy". They must have drugged me because I have almost no memories of the night before but as I try to stand up my entire body feels like a single bruise. Even the soles of my feet are tender and sore. I notice that Kat is barefoot and that her toenails are immaculately painted a dark purple.

My vision still blurry, Justine is standing next to me and roughly jerks me to my feet. I feel her nails digging into the tender skin under my left arm and then I feel Jenny take me under my right arm and the two of them push me hard against the wall. "Spread your arms and lean against the fucking wall, bitch" says Justine, standing so close to me I can smell her perfume. I notice she is wearing a very tight black Cramps tee shirt and I realize they must have a gig later in the evening. Justine has a riding crop in her right hand and she moves it about four inches away from my balls.

"Now pussycat, if you move your fucking arms at all, this happens" she hisses and then smacks my nuts with the crop so hard my knees buckle and I retch a little. Justine grabs a handful of the hair on my head and says "Stay on your feet. If you fall over this is gonna get really violent really fast" and I know she's absolutely serious, even though she laughs like a schoolgirl right after.

Kat pulls one of the motel room armchairs over so that she can get a good view of me and settles in, crossing her legs, with a bottle of Evian in one hand a cigarette in the other. She's put on a pair of black Wayfarer sunglasses that maker her look maddeningly bratty and Justine is smacking my balls just hard enough for me to feel it, over and over, with the crop. My head is throbbing and I'm so thirsty I'd die for a drink of water and I'm sure Kat knows this as she smirks up at me and takes a very long drink of cold water before taking a drag of her cigarette. I've just started to wonder where Jenny has gone when I feel a horsehair flogger strike right between my shoulder blades.

The pain caused by a horsehair flogger is unique, complicated. First, at the moment of impact, there is a strong itching sensation, then a sharp sting, then another itching sensation as the strands crawl along your flesh. All this happens in a split second but after you've been whipped enough you learn to pick out the three distinct phases of pain it causes. The more often a spot is hit the more irritated and vulnerable it becomes, and Jenny is an expert at hitting her mark.

While my knees wobble, while Kat smirks at me from her chair, while Justine rubs the riding crop up and down my cock, Jenny counts down from 20. "Oh God, the little slut is so fucking hard" says Justine laughing and Kat begins to giggle.

I'm counting down in my head with Jenny, telling myself that I just have to make it through a few more flogs even though my back is burning and I can tell she's opened up old lacerations on my back and shoulders and caused a few fresh ones. Every time the flogger hits the burning gets worse and there are tears in my eyes as Justine tells me "If one hand moves, if one knee hits the floor, I am going to beat the hell out of you".

For the last five flogs, the girls count down in unison and finally Jenny yells "Last one" and my entire back feels like it is on fire. Suddenly she grabs my hair, pulls my head back and whispers in my ear "Just kidding babe. I'm not even close to tired". All three of them laugh hysterically as the tears really start to flow. Suddenly Kat crams a rag in my mouth and Justine wraps duct tape around my mouth, around my whole head. "Just FYI, I may or may not have wiped my ass with that rag" says Kat, giggling, lighting another cigarette, pushing on the back of my left knee with her foot and almost forcing me all the way to the ground.

Justine wraps a length of rope around my throat and cinches it tight and I can feel my face bloating and turing purple immediately. "Fucking lo-fi. Punk rock" she says and she and Kat exchange a high five before Justine continues strangling me. Out of pure panic I manage to stay on my feet, keep my hands on the wall while Justine chokes me almost into oblivion and while Jenny whips my back raw. I've had Justine "beat the hell" out of me before and will do anything to avoid it again.

Finally Justine somehow cinches the rope even tighter and says "On. Your. Knees. Bitch". My head swims and I collapse gratefully onto the floor. I have no idea how much time has passed but I assume they have to leave soon for their gig. Conscious but helpless, I feel my hands being tied behind me with rope and then I'm on my back while Kat sits on a chair above me, her feet right in my face, and I think I can see her applying lipstick. Justine is kneeling direcly on my chest and I can't make any noise or breathe as she tweaks my nipples, already sore from constant abuse, until she can see tears welling up again. She laughs haughtily, rolls me over onto my belly and she and Jenny take turns raking their nails down my back to see who can draw the most blood. Finally the tape is ripped off and the rag removed and I can't keep track of whose fingers are being crammed into my mouth and I'm told to suck all the blood off.

Then a very thick sleeping bag is being pulled over me and cinched with so many belts that I can't move anything at all and it's pulled up and tied tight around my head so that my nose is exposed and I can see a little right in front of me but that's all. I'm too sore to even squirm but I'm sweating and while Jenny and Justine sit on my chest, each having a last cigarette before they go, Kat announces "I'd better turn the heat up so he doesn't freeze". I'm so hard I could cry and when Jenny belches softly and blows it in my face I can't even turn my head.

Kat comes over, takes another big drink of water and then squats next to me. "I'm going to leave you this water in case you get thirsty, baby" she says and places the bottle, cap screwed on tightly, right in front of my nose. They're all laughing and Justine checks her watch and says "Oh shit, we'd better go. Slutboy here almost made us late".

Ten minutes after they're gone my body aches all over and the room is so hot I'd probably have passed out from the heat except that before she left Justine crammed a couple of uppers into my mouth and made me dry swallow them. So I spend the night with every nerve vibrating, every muscle sore, hyperactive and totally immobile, staring at a bottle of water I can't reach or open.

Raped and Roped in Rockford. Chapter 4

I'm sprawled over the back of a flimsy metal chair in a motel room in Rockford. My wrists are lashed tightly to the front legs of the chair with silver duct tape and thick rope, about six inches off the ground. My legs are bound mercilessly to the back legs of the chair with some kind of thin rope that's cutting into the skin and cutting off the circulation. All of my weight feels like it is in my waist, which is pressed painfully into the chair making it hard to breathe. Even though my wrists are secure, they tied them up high enough on the legs that my arms have a little slack and a little blood flow, which I'm grateful for at first. The chair is pulled close to the edge of the bed, where Justine, Jenny and Kat are sprawled out, eating hamburgers from someplace called Beef a Roo. Even though I'm gagged with a pair of my own dirty underwear which is grossing me out, I'm still hungry because it's been so long since I had real food.

Justine and Jenny especially enjoy eating in front of me, while Kat sits and munches on a salad smiling demurely. Justine shakes the platinum blonde hair away from her eyes, swallows a huge piece of onion ring, and scoots close to me. She grabs my hair and pulls my face close to hers and I know what's coming, try to close my eyes. Suddenly she belches directly in my face and blows the fragrance of chewed meat, onion rings and rootbeer directly into my nose. I can hear Kat and Jenny explode with laughter.

Once, a long time ago, when Jenny had done something to me I'd told her "You know sooner or later I'm going to get used to the grossout stuff" and they'd all laughed at me. Now, as Kat gets up to go to the bathroom, she walks past me and pats my head. "Sugar, we never get used to the stuff that grosses us out when we're kids. It's alllllways torture" and they all giggle again.

When Kats gets back, Jenny and Justine have already thrown away the remnants of the meal and Justine is raking her black nails up and down my back "Just to get the circulation going", she explains. Jenny is sitting on the bed, legs crossed, casually smoking a clove and watching as I shudder and mmmph against the gag. She's wearing thigh high black boots and fishnets and her pink fingernail polish matches her bubblegum pink hair. While Justine retraces her path with her nails, only harder, I'm trying to get a breathing pattern established to help me cope and, as if sensing this, Jenny exhales a noxious cloud of smoke right into my face and my concentration is ruined.

Kat, who is sipping a diet Mr Pibb, reaches under the bed and holds up a bottle of hot sauce and all three girls start to smirk. Justine, who is digging her nails into my ass and raking them savagely up and down, starts to talk about how much she's been in the mood to listen to the X Ray Spex all day, and Jenny gets up and goes over to the iPod and speakers and in a minute The Day the World Turned Day Glo is playing while Kat waves the hot sauce under my nose and Justine rips up my ass and back with her nails in time to the song.

I can't make a sound but my eyes are tearing up. "Are we in pain, or still just smelling that belch" asks Kat and Jenny, laughing, says "You're such a bitch". For the first time, on the bed, I noticed an enormous strap-on, some clothespins, a pair of nipple clamps and a small tin box. Without saying a word, Jenny puts the bottle of hot sauce next to the strap on and my eyes go as wide as plates. My ass is still too sore to walk right or sit down and I'm not just frightened but panicked at the thought of getting raped again. Justine digs the nails of each hand into one of my calves and slowly, deeply, drags her nails all the way up my calves, up both cheeks of my ass, both sides of my back as she walks around to the front of the chair. Her black nails are speckled in blood as, while I cry and try to plead to please not fuck me in the ass again, she smears blood all over my face. The tears and blood mix together and Jenny feels inspired to put a coat of pink sparkly lipstick on my lips. My face swollen with tears, flaked in blood, covered in tears and my lips pink and whorish, Kat takes several pictures of me and Justine taunts "You are so sexy right now, bitchcaks".

While Kat and Justine sit on the bed and taunt me, Jenny takes the strap-on and the bottle of hot sauce and walks behind me, out of sight. Justine wipes a little smear of blood on Kat's boot and Kat punches her in the arm. "I'd make the bitch boy lick that up" she says as they both laugh, but if we take the dirty undies out of his mouth in about three minutes he's going to be screaming". Sweat is running down my face, into my eyes, and I can't even really struggle because I'm bound too constrictedly and there isn't much blood flow to my legs anyway and as time goes by and the weight keeps pushing against my midsection it gets harder and harder to even take a breath. I can still feel my arms and I still think Kat must have been a little merciful when she was tying my arms down.

I feel the strap-on making its way into my ass and my face goes from nervous to pleading. Justine reaches out and squeezes my cheek, tells me how adorable I am while Kat pinches my nose shut. Jenny doesn't push in all at once but waits until she can feel me tensing up, killing time by raking her nails down my back again, and I can feel even more blood being drawn. As I tense up, I feel her push all the way in, tearing me up and I'm trying to scream so loudly that Kat and Justine are clearly impressed. Through the pain my cock is purple and throbbing and Justine says "How long has it been since we let him come anyway?"

"A month or so?" says Kat.

"Beautiful" laughs Justine, leaning back and lighting a cigarette.

I'm absolutely convinced my ass is bleeding although I know it's probably the hot sauce soaking into the skin and tissue and I'm gasping and can't catch my breath while the burning just gets worse and worse. Jenny is fucking me harder and harder and as all my muscles become exhausted so that I finally can't even tense up anymore she finally stops, grabs my hair and pulls my head back to whisper in my ear "You're not tired, are you slut?"

As Kat bends down and starts fingering the knots around my wrists, I'm about half-conscious and feel a wave of relief wash over me as Kat is usually the one who unties me. There is a sharp jab under my right thumbnail and my eyes open wide. "Got yer attention, huh" she laughs and I see that she has the small box from on the bed next to her and that it's full of needles. The vibrator is off the harness now but still lodged in my ass, still burning, and Jenny has come around to sit on the bed and watch while Kat pokes playfully under each of my nails with a needle. "You have really nice eyes when they're open so wide" she laughs, and even though I know what's coming next I'm praying that I'm wrong.

"He is totally hot when he's terrified" says Jenny, crossing her legs and watching my face with amusement. Kat pokes me under my left index finger but this time, instead of moving on to the next finger, she starts to screw the needle into place and my muscles throughout my whole body are too exhausted and my body is too bruised to even move much. I suddenly realize why she tied my hands the way she did--my arms can't do anything but flail uselessly, my wrists and hands are totally immobile and I can feel everything as she twists the needle under my nail.

There is a feeling of absolute helplessness as I can't move, can't make a sound and can't do anything to stop Kat from twisting the needles. I can feel blood pooling up under my fingers, I can feel the throbbing, burning and stinging and worst of all, I'm helpless to do anything but suffer as one of my worst fears ever since I read about the torture when I was a little boy, comes true. In a panic, I start wiggling my fingers to try do dislodge the needles, which only makes it much much worse.

"He's always been so scared of this" says Justine.

"I know, I know" says Jenny laughing, "This has to be exactly like hell for him".

It seems like hours until the tenth needle is finally screwed into place, under my left middle finger. Kat had been picking fingers at random so I never knew what was coming next. Once all the needles were lodged deeply into my skin and the blood was pooling under each nail, Kat casually flicked each needle, one by one, with her fingers and I just wished I could black out.

"Christ, look how hard he is" says Jenny, reaching down and squeezing my balls painfully.

"Torture, arousal, frustration, the perfect night" agrees Justine.

I know they're about to leave me but I'm trying to beg them not to with my eyes. I have no idea how much damage has been done, if any of it is permament. I'm worried that the needles might kill nerve endings in my fingers. My ass is still throbbing and burning, my back is bleeding and it is starting to hurt just to breathe. They seem to know what I'm thinking and they're all laughing, getting their things together to go out for the evening.

"Nobody ever said this was going to be safe" said Justine.

"Or sane" said Kat, leaning against me to check herself out in her compact.

"And certainly not consensual, bitch boy" said Jenny laughing, turning on the vibrator as I heard their footsteps walking toward the door. The light clicked off and the door to the motel room shut tight behind them.