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.
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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.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
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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