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.
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