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.
Friday, February 13, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, February 9, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
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.
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.
Chapter 3, Motel Room, Lawrence KS
I'm in a motel room outside Lawrence, Kansas, tied down to a surprisingly strong wooden chair. My hands are tied behind me with heavy rope and my upper body is lashed mercilessly tightly to the chair. My legs are strapped to the legs of the chair and there is a huge vibrator in my ass. The ropes across my chest and stomach are so tight that it's hard to breathe, let alone wiggle, and my hands and arms have been numb for I'm not sure how long. Kat, the preppy girl, is seated comfortably in an armchair facing me, close enough that I can smell her perfume. Her short, brown hair is pulled back into a bun and she's smiling sweetly, her eyes dancing behind her black rimmed glasses. Kat is speaking to me in an amused, mellifluous voice, condescendingly sympathetic. "Aww, do you still have to pee, darling?" I nod that I do and she cocks her head and says "Hmm. That rope tied right around your stomach can't be helping then".
There is a pair of dirty panties crammed into my mouth and covered in tape so the best I can manage are muffled pleas, which she pretends to take in sympathetically. The tight clothespins on my nipples are aching sharply and everytime I shift my weight the effect of gravity on the pins makes it feel like somebody is twisting them. Kat pulls even closer to me and crosses her legs (socks and penny loafers under a plaid skirt, she plays the punk schoolgirl to the hilt) and rests head in her hands, tapping pale pink fingernails against her perfect cheeks and smiling a coy smile. I can smell her, feel how close she is, feel how easy it would be for her to just reach out and loosen the ropes a little or take out the gag and give me a sip of water. Instead she just sits and watches me suffer.
The door opens and Justine de Sade and Jenny Pinko walk in. I hear the heels of their shiny boots clicking on the floor and Justine's voice says "How is our little bitch doing?"
"Oh you know," says Kat, lighting a cigarette and exhaling into my face, "same as always. Perfect little angel".
The smoke makes me cough through the panty gag, and, trying to breathe, I suck in very hard on the gag and feel lightheaded from the coughing fit. Jenny approaches and gestures as if to flick the clothespin on my left nipple. I flinch involuntarily and all three break out giggling. "Two for flinching" says the pink haired Japanese girl, punching my right arm very hard on a spot that is already bruised. My cries are muffled, swallowed up, by the dirty panties clogging my mouth.
Justine de Sade sits in my lap and pinches my nose shut between her thumb and forefinger. After a few seconds I start to panic and try to thrash around but the only thing I can do is jiggle a little, making the clothespins tear and twist at my nipples even more. Kat exhales more smoke in my face and I start to cough but don't even have any air in my lungs to cough.
"He's turning a very sexy shade of purple" says Jenny happily, twisting one of my nipples as my vision starts to go gray. Justine finally lets me breathe, through one nostril, for a few seconds before pinching them both shut again. This goes on over and over until I'm on the verge of blacking out, totally disoriented and helplessly dizzy. Half conscious, I feel Jenny shove a lace gloved hand against my lips, force a couple of uppers into my mouth and tilt my head back and massage my throat, forcing me to swallow. Suddenly I can feel blood rushing through my body again and I'm wide awake and feeling everything.
Coy, demure Kat chuckles and slips a particularly nasty gates of hell over my cock and balls and gives my cock a couple of good slaps. Cock and ball torture always makes me hard and the harder I get the more the gates of hell hurt and the more they hurt the harder I get. It's one of the many vicious cycles these bitches have learned to put me through until I'm wrung out, bled dry and broken.
My cock is throbbing immediately and Justine says "I think bitchboy is going to have a very long night". They all giggle while Jenny moves behind me and slips me into a chokehold. I can't move and I can still only breathe through my nose, so the moment she flexes her strong biceps and cuts off the blood flow I'm seeing stars again and whatever food they've allowed me to eat starts to come up.
The next thing I know my right thigh feels like it's just been broken in half. I force my eyes open to see Justine smiling at me, holding a cane. Each time she hits my leg (first right, then left, over and over) it feels like the bone is about to break. I can't move or stretch at all so both legs cramp repeatedly while Jenny chokes me and Kat sits and admires the way the bruise goes from blue to yellow in such a short time. When Justine says she's getting a little tired, she hands the cane to Kat who keeps going. I pray to black out but Jenny never chokes me all the way out, just enough to keep me dizzy and terrified.
I hear the three of them laughing, admiring the striations on both of my immobile, completely useless legs as Jenny finally slips a pillowcase over my head and cinches it tight with an old belt. My whole body is hot and prickly and my nipples ache and my legs feel mangled and broken. I think my ass is bleeding from the enormous vibrator that has not let up in hours and, just when I think the bitches are about to leave me to suffer in isolation and silence for a while, Kat suddenly plops down hard on my lap and sits there wiggling back and forth, telling me how pretty I look in pain and twisting and flicking the clothespins. I'm scared because it's getting really hard to breathe through the filthy pillowcase, with the panties jammed in my mouth and the belt tightened around my throat and they've left me in worse situations, situations I didn't know if I was going to get out of, and when Kat finally gets up and walks out the door I have no idea how much longer I can keep breathing or how long they're going to leave me alone.
There is a pair of dirty panties crammed into my mouth and covered in tape so the best I can manage are muffled pleas, which she pretends to take in sympathetically. The tight clothespins on my nipples are aching sharply and everytime I shift my weight the effect of gravity on the pins makes it feel like somebody is twisting them. Kat pulls even closer to me and crosses her legs (socks and penny loafers under a plaid skirt, she plays the punk schoolgirl to the hilt) and rests head in her hands, tapping pale pink fingernails against her perfect cheeks and smiling a coy smile. I can smell her, feel how close she is, feel how easy it would be for her to just reach out and loosen the ropes a little or take out the gag and give me a sip of water. Instead she just sits and watches me suffer.
The door opens and Justine de Sade and Jenny Pinko walk in. I hear the heels of their shiny boots clicking on the floor and Justine's voice says "How is our little bitch doing?"
"Oh you know," says Kat, lighting a cigarette and exhaling into my face, "same as always. Perfect little angel".
The smoke makes me cough through the panty gag, and, trying to breathe, I suck in very hard on the gag and feel lightheaded from the coughing fit. Jenny approaches and gestures as if to flick the clothespin on my left nipple. I flinch involuntarily and all three break out giggling. "Two for flinching" says the pink haired Japanese girl, punching my right arm very hard on a spot that is already bruised. My cries are muffled, swallowed up, by the dirty panties clogging my mouth.
Justine de Sade sits in my lap and pinches my nose shut between her thumb and forefinger. After a few seconds I start to panic and try to thrash around but the only thing I can do is jiggle a little, making the clothespins tear and twist at my nipples even more. Kat exhales more smoke in my face and I start to cough but don't even have any air in my lungs to cough.
"He's turning a very sexy shade of purple" says Jenny happily, twisting one of my nipples as my vision starts to go gray. Justine finally lets me breathe, through one nostril, for a few seconds before pinching them both shut again. This goes on over and over until I'm on the verge of blacking out, totally disoriented and helplessly dizzy. Half conscious, I feel Jenny shove a lace gloved hand against my lips, force a couple of uppers into my mouth and tilt my head back and massage my throat, forcing me to swallow. Suddenly I can feel blood rushing through my body again and I'm wide awake and feeling everything.
Coy, demure Kat chuckles and slips a particularly nasty gates of hell over my cock and balls and gives my cock a couple of good slaps. Cock and ball torture always makes me hard and the harder I get the more the gates of hell hurt and the more they hurt the harder I get. It's one of the many vicious cycles these bitches have learned to put me through until I'm wrung out, bled dry and broken.
My cock is throbbing immediately and Justine says "I think bitchboy is going to have a very long night". They all giggle while Jenny moves behind me and slips me into a chokehold. I can't move and I can still only breathe through my nose, so the moment she flexes her strong biceps and cuts off the blood flow I'm seeing stars again and whatever food they've allowed me to eat starts to come up.
The next thing I know my right thigh feels like it's just been broken in half. I force my eyes open to see Justine smiling at me, holding a cane. Each time she hits my leg (first right, then left, over and over) it feels like the bone is about to break. I can't move or stretch at all so both legs cramp repeatedly while Jenny chokes me and Kat sits and admires the way the bruise goes from blue to yellow in such a short time. When Justine says she's getting a little tired, she hands the cane to Kat who keeps going. I pray to black out but Jenny never chokes me all the way out, just enough to keep me dizzy and terrified.
I hear the three of them laughing, admiring the striations on both of my immobile, completely useless legs as Jenny finally slips a pillowcase over my head and cinches it tight with an old belt. My whole body is hot and prickly and my nipples ache and my legs feel mangled and broken. I think my ass is bleeding from the enormous vibrator that has not let up in hours and, just when I think the bitches are about to leave me to suffer in isolation and silence for a while, Kat suddenly plops down hard on my lap and sits there wiggling back and forth, telling me how pretty I look in pain and twisting and flicking the clothespins. I'm scared because it's getting really hard to breathe through the filthy pillowcase, with the panties jammed in my mouth and the belt tightened around my throat and they've left me in worse situations, situations I didn't know if I was going to get out of, and when Kat finally gets up and walks out the door I have no idea how much longer I can keep breathing or how long they're going to leave me alone.
The bitches return
My arms and legs are completely numb and I can't see or hear and I'm trying not to think about the gum Justine made me chew off the bottom of her filthy Chuck Taylors, the gum that is now very much trapped in my mouth as I lay in the cold van wishing I could just black out. Of course Justine and Jenny had been feeding me uppers since St Louis, so blacking out was not even a vague possibility. All I could do was lay there sore, confined, hyperactive, blind and mostly deaf. I was getting used to the huge plug in my ass, but any time I moved even a little it still sent shudders up and down my nerves. When you have a plug too big to be comfortable up there you never get over the fear you're going to shit yourself.
I pissed all over the towel the rag that was under my throbbing dick, like they knew I would. Justine had put it there so I didn't "piss all over her van". They hadn't let me use the bathroom in a day so there was no way I was going to be able to hold it especially in the cold night air. My left leg cramped, twitched a little and then just went dead when I was helpless to stretch it out or even shift my weight.
At long last I heard the back of the van open. Equipment was loaded in. There were guys helping them bring back their amps and if any of them had even happened to glance over to the part of the van where I lay bound they'd have seen me. Jenny loved threatening me with the humiliation of discovery and tonight I could feel her sitting down in the very back just in front of me and having a needlessly long conversation with someone. My heart was racing and I was praying to God she wouldn't choose to move over just a foot or so so that whomever she was talking to would find me right in their line of sight. She knew how terrified I was everytime she pulled stunts like that and she would drag them out longer and longer.
When the van doors finally opened and shut, I had pissed myself again and was sweating despite the cold. My heart was racing and I couldn't catch my breath and Jenny and Kat both giggled.
"Ick" said Kat, "I smell pee".
"Guess we know what the bitch is getting gagged with tonight" said Justine, sliding into the back with me. The next thing I knew, Jenny was sitting on my ass again, tracing her fingernails over the lacerations where she had already drawn blood earlier. She tapped on the buttplug a few times and wasn't happy with how little I tensed and shivered. This was partially because I was absolutely numb and my muscles were exhausted even though my mind raced helplessly, but it was also true that I was getting used to the plug.
I could hear the two whispering something and I smelled another cigarette Justine must have been holding just under my nose. Then the plug slid out and I gasped and whined while Jenny tore up my ass by pushing it back in, hard, and pulling it out two or three more times. A minute later I heard Kat giggling from the front seat and then the two in the back started laughing as well. Justine passed something under my nose and I realized it was the buttplug, slathered in Icee Hot.
I tried to struggle but between the numbness and the hogtie there was nothing I could do except tense up, which I knew was going to make things worse. Still there was no way I could relax and as I felt the plug sliding in I tensed up my sphincter and the plug tore through, burning and stinging like my ass was on fire. Every quick jerk and shudder and spasm I could manage only made things worse but there was no way I could calm down. Justine was pinching my nose shut for a few seconds at a time so I couldn't even get a regular breathing rhythm and I'd already started to cry when I felt a gloved hand smearing something all over my cock shaft and balls and then a moment later they were on fire too.
I couldn't move, couldn't catch my breath, couldn't get any kind of relief and couldn't even make the choked, sobbing sounds that kept trying to come up my throat audible because Justine quickly muffled me with another two circuits of tape over the blanket over my mouth.
Helpless to do anything except suffer, Jenny and Justine slid over so that they were both sitting comfortably on my back, and one of them even uncovered my ear so that I could hear more clearly as the three of them spoke calmly about the gig they had just played and their plans for later in the night, once they had "dropped off bitch boy" at the motel and "had a little fun" with me. As I cried and shivered they bounced up and down on me and one of them, Justine I think, calmly stooped down far enough to spit right in my ear and giggled softly, knowing how queasy I must be under the tape and blankets.
I pissed all over the towel the rag that was under my throbbing dick, like they knew I would. Justine had put it there so I didn't "piss all over her van". They hadn't let me use the bathroom in a day so there was no way I was going to be able to hold it especially in the cold night air. My left leg cramped, twitched a little and then just went dead when I was helpless to stretch it out or even shift my weight.
At long last I heard the back of the van open. Equipment was loaded in. There were guys helping them bring back their amps and if any of them had even happened to glance over to the part of the van where I lay bound they'd have seen me. Jenny loved threatening me with the humiliation of discovery and tonight I could feel her sitting down in the very back just in front of me and having a needlessly long conversation with someone. My heart was racing and I was praying to God she wouldn't choose to move over just a foot or so so that whomever she was talking to would find me right in their line of sight. She knew how terrified I was everytime she pulled stunts like that and she would drag them out longer and longer.
When the van doors finally opened and shut, I had pissed myself again and was sweating despite the cold. My heart was racing and I couldn't catch my breath and Jenny and Kat both giggled.
"Ick" said Kat, "I smell pee".
"Guess we know what the bitch is getting gagged with tonight" said Justine, sliding into the back with me. The next thing I knew, Jenny was sitting on my ass again, tracing her fingernails over the lacerations where she had already drawn blood earlier. She tapped on the buttplug a few times and wasn't happy with how little I tensed and shivered. This was partially because I was absolutely numb and my muscles were exhausted even though my mind raced helplessly, but it was also true that I was getting used to the plug.
I could hear the two whispering something and I smelled another cigarette Justine must have been holding just under my nose. Then the plug slid out and I gasped and whined while Jenny tore up my ass by pushing it back in, hard, and pulling it out two or three more times. A minute later I heard Kat giggling from the front seat and then the two in the back started laughing as well. Justine passed something under my nose and I realized it was the buttplug, slathered in Icee Hot.
I tried to struggle but between the numbness and the hogtie there was nothing I could do except tense up, which I knew was going to make things worse. Still there was no way I could relax and as I felt the plug sliding in I tensed up my sphincter and the plug tore through, burning and stinging like my ass was on fire. Every quick jerk and shudder and spasm I could manage only made things worse but there was no way I could calm down. Justine was pinching my nose shut for a few seconds at a time so I couldn't even get a regular breathing rhythm and I'd already started to cry when I felt a gloved hand smearing something all over my cock shaft and balls and then a moment later they were on fire too.
I couldn't move, couldn't catch my breath, couldn't get any kind of relief and couldn't even make the choked, sobbing sounds that kept trying to come up my throat audible because Justine quickly muffled me with another two circuits of tape over the blanket over my mouth.
Helpless to do anything except suffer, Jenny and Justine slid over so that they were both sitting comfortably on my back, and one of them even uncovered my ear so that I could hear more clearly as the three of them spoke calmly about the gig they had just played and their plans for later in the night, once they had "dropped off bitch boy" at the motel and "had a little fun" with me. As I cried and shivered they bounced up and down on me and one of them, Justine I think, calmly stooped down far enough to spit right in my ear and giggled softly, knowing how queasy I must be under the tape and blankets.
Locked in the back of a van, KCMO
Sexy Sex Kittens Who Love to Fuck is playing a gig at a bar in Kansas City and I am hogtied with duct tape in the back of their van. Justine de Sade, playful and imperious bitch, is reclining comfortably in back of the van with her tattered red Chuck Taylors pressed against my face. She's giggling, demanding that I lick the bottoms of her shoes, and Jenny Pinko, her bassist, is bouncing up and down on my butt which keeps forcing the enormous buttplug they shoved into my ass earlier up higher and higher. My arms and legs are numb but I can feel every vibration on the plug and I'm trying not to wet myself as Justine takes the gum out of her mouth, places it on the bottom of her left sneaker and dangles it in front of my face, ordering me to lick off the gum and chew it. The thought makes me gag and both girls giggle and the back of the van is convulsive with the cacophonous laughter and my head, which has been throbbing for at least the past three hours, feels ready to implode. "Please, I have a headache and I'm nauseous", I say and they both laugh more. Justine lights a clove and holds it so that the smoke all drifts into my face and I cough while she plays with my hair.
Justine is a small, platinum blonde, bombastically bratty girl who favors fishnets and her red Chuck Taylor high tops and she's the lead singer for Sexy Sex Kittens. I'm her slave, her bitch and her toy and right now I'm naked, hogtied far too tightly in the back of a cold van while Justine and Jenny (half-Japanese, pink hair, pouty lips and lean, cruelly muscular legs) fuck around with me a little before the show. The windows are blacked out and when they leave they'll gag me and just leave me, unable to move or make a sound, in a parking lot that people will walk through all night without ever guessing there is a captive in the back of a van, shivering against the cold and probably still trying desperately not to wet himself.
The thought of chewing the gum off of Justine's sole makes me feel sick but I can't hold out much longer, as Jenny is digginer her toxic green nails into my back hard enough to draw a little blood. Finally I give in, take the gum into my mouth and start to chew it. Justine cackles "Such a prissy little boy. Look he's turning green!"
Jenny starts to laugh and says "You'd better not puke, gimpy. I'll make you lick it all up before we go in for rehearsal".
I'm chewing the gum, trying to think of anything else, and coughing from the smoke that's still drifting into my face. Justine takes a long drag on her cigarette and blows it all into my face and between the cold and the stuffy van and the gum and the smoke I feel so queasy I worry I may really throw up. The front door of the van opens and Kat, who always looks so preppy and innocent compared to her reform school girl bandmates, wiggles into the front seat.
"Oh you guys" she giggles "it's probably about time to put him away so we can get inside". Kat always seems just on the verge of being sympathetic and now she leans over the seat, very close to my face, and asks Justine what is going on.
"He's chewing gum off the bottom of my feet" she explains and Justine and Jenny both laugh again. My head is throbbing and I'm so painfully hard that I want to scream.
Kat shakes her head. "Poor kid", she says, but she's smiling at me, leaning close, to emphasize how easy it would be if she only wanted to untie me. "You really shouldn't be quite so awful to him" she giggles, lighting a cigarette and holding it so that it, too, is drifting into my face "he's so delicate".
Suddenly, violently, Jenny wraps my head in a blanket and she and Jenny, cackling, wrap three or four circuits of duct tape over it. My nose is exposed so I can breathe, but my mouth is taped shut tightly and my eyes are covered and I'm starting to panic both because I feel so confined and because I know if my nose gets stopped up for some reason I'll probably suffocate. I'm trying to protest, to say something, to flail around, but I just hear a voice (too muffled to tell whose) saying "Babe, you don't have enough air to be wasting it struggling". I feel three hands pat me on my back, three sets of nails rake across my shoulders and ass, and I lose track of how many times my ass is spanked while voices I can't quite make out talk, probably about equipment and set lists. The plug is so far up my ass that every time I move or am jiggled it asserts itself, big and fat and I feel terrifyingly, deliciously full. I'm whimpering as I finally hear three sets of shoes walking around just outside the van and then I hear the door slam close and lock securely and I'm alone.
Justine is a small, platinum blonde, bombastically bratty girl who favors fishnets and her red Chuck Taylor high tops and she's the lead singer for Sexy Sex Kittens. I'm her slave, her bitch and her toy and right now I'm naked, hogtied far too tightly in the back of a cold van while Justine and Jenny (half-Japanese, pink hair, pouty lips and lean, cruelly muscular legs) fuck around with me a little before the show. The windows are blacked out and when they leave they'll gag me and just leave me, unable to move or make a sound, in a parking lot that people will walk through all night without ever guessing there is a captive in the back of a van, shivering against the cold and probably still trying desperately not to wet himself.
The thought of chewing the gum off of Justine's sole makes me feel sick but I can't hold out much longer, as Jenny is digginer her toxic green nails into my back hard enough to draw a little blood. Finally I give in, take the gum into my mouth and start to chew it. Justine cackles "Such a prissy little boy. Look he's turning green!"
Jenny starts to laugh and says "You'd better not puke, gimpy. I'll make you lick it all up before we go in for rehearsal".
I'm chewing the gum, trying to think of anything else, and coughing from the smoke that's still drifting into my face. Justine takes a long drag on her cigarette and blows it all into my face and between the cold and the stuffy van and the gum and the smoke I feel so queasy I worry I may really throw up. The front door of the van opens and Kat, who always looks so preppy and innocent compared to her reform school girl bandmates, wiggles into the front seat.
"Oh you guys" she giggles "it's probably about time to put him away so we can get inside". Kat always seems just on the verge of being sympathetic and now she leans over the seat, very close to my face, and asks Justine what is going on.
"He's chewing gum off the bottom of my feet" she explains and Justine and Jenny both laugh again. My head is throbbing and I'm so painfully hard that I want to scream.
Kat shakes her head. "Poor kid", she says, but she's smiling at me, leaning close, to emphasize how easy it would be if she only wanted to untie me. "You really shouldn't be quite so awful to him" she giggles, lighting a cigarette and holding it so that it, too, is drifting into my face "he's so delicate".
Suddenly, violently, Jenny wraps my head in a blanket and she and Jenny, cackling, wrap three or four circuits of duct tape over it. My nose is exposed so I can breathe, but my mouth is taped shut tightly and my eyes are covered and I'm starting to panic both because I feel so confined and because I know if my nose gets stopped up for some reason I'll probably suffocate. I'm trying to protest, to say something, to flail around, but I just hear a voice (too muffled to tell whose) saying "Babe, you don't have enough air to be wasting it struggling". I feel three hands pat me on my back, three sets of nails rake across my shoulders and ass, and I lose track of how many times my ass is spanked while voices I can't quite make out talk, probably about equipment and set lists. The plug is so far up my ass that every time I move or am jiggled it asserts itself, big and fat and I feel terrifyingly, deliciously full. I'm whimpering as I finally hear three sets of shoes walking around just outside the van and then I hear the door slam close and lock securely and I'm alone.
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