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.
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.
