From Chicago to Indianapolis, van trip

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.