Dressed to Impress, page 13
‘Been thinking about that,’ said Liza. ‘How would you girls like to have some fun?’
They all nodded.
Liza said, ‘Go on back to the camp. I’m going to explain the facts of life to the Yank. I’ll fill you in shortly. Here, Ashleigh, take the camcorder with you.’
She gave the camera to the shorter blonde girl and the three went off, leaving me alone with Liza.
‘Can I put down my hands and pull up my shorts?’ I asked. ‘You’ve still got the gun.’
She shrugged. ‘Go ahead.’
I couldn’t believe how comforting it was to pull my shorts back up over my genitals.
‘What happens now is you have a choice to make.’ She aimed the pistol steadily at my heart.
‘What do you mean?’
She replied with a cute smile, ‘I mean you can choose between my making sure that the tape I just shot of you jacking off in the woods finds its way “accidentally” to the coppers, or you can accept our punishment for your bad behaviour and I’ll return the tape to you.’
The cops would never believe what they were doing in public and I would get into hot water for indecent exposure.
I inquired, ‘What kind of punishment?’
‘Let me explain. You have stumbled upon an initiation ceremony for a very exclusive girls’ club. The cute blonde you saw being whipped is our newest member. Our club has no name and there are only the four of us. The club exists to allow us to explore our common interest in pain and pleasure. We are sadists, but our new members, as you witnessed with your Yankee peepers, must show they can take it before they can have the chance to dish it out. We normally play and experiment with one another – I’m the only member who has any experience playing with men. We use this campsite for our games because it’s usually private, unless looky-loos like you happen by. Too bad for you, but wonderful for us, huh?’
‘I … I don’t understand,’ I said, although I had an idea of what she was getting at.
‘You are going to let us play with you,’ she said, ‘if you don’t want that tape to fall into the wrong hands.’
Nervously, I said, ‘Define …“play”.’
‘You will surrender yourself to us, here, tomorrow at noon. You will agree to accept any punishment we decide to implement for a period of four hours, an hour per girl. If you have taken all we can dish out, you’ll be released and given the only copy of the tape.’ Her eyes twinkled like she was talking about playing house with Barbie dolls.
‘I can’t agree to that,’ I said. ‘Four hours, you girls could do me some pretty serious damage.’
‘We won’t do anything that will do any horrid damage or leave any permanent evidence. That’s always the way we play, and we’re pretty good at it. Also, at any time, you can tell us you’ve had enough and we’ll stop right away. If you do stop us, however, the tape gets to the coppers and online just as soon as I get to a laptop.’
‘No damage to me then?’ I couldn’t believe I was calmly discussing this.
‘Trust me,’ she said, and giggled. ‘If we do accidentally damage you, you can damage one of us. Not me – I never receive. I only give.’
I hesitated to seal the deal. ‘Looks like I don’t have much choice.’
‘It will not be easy. This will be the longest four hours of your bloody life! But no blood,’ and she giggled again.
I asked, ‘What kind of clothes should I wear?’
‘Anything you like. At high noon tomorrow, however, I want you standing in the centre of this little clearing, without a stitch of clothing. Is that perfectly clear?’
I cringed. ‘Why do I have to be naked in front of you girls?’
‘The nice thing about a naked man is that it’s impossible for him to conceal his excitement.’
‘Are you sure we can’t just forget the whole thing?’ I suggested. ‘Blackmail me with money. I have five grand in the bank.’
She glared at me, serious. ‘If you’re not standing at attention, in your birthday suit, in the centre of this clearing tomorrow at noon, well … you can imagine how it will go from there. Now, get the fuck out of here. I’ve got planning to do.’
I gladly left, running as fast as I could. I couldn’t believe that I had agreed, very calmly, to present myself naked, at high noon, for four strange girls to torture me.
I dressed in running shorts and shoes, just as I had the day before; you can say I was dressed for whatever delightful torture awaited. It was 11.35 when I parked, and I took my time getting to the clearing. I looked around and saw no one. I removed my running shoes, then my nylon shorts, and moved through the undergrowth to the clearing. Once in the centre, I stood at attention as instructed, feeling foolish.
They appeared from the direction of the campsite. They all wore white leather thongs and high-heeled black leather boots. Their breasts were bare. They were well dressed for the occasion as well.
Liza was the first to speak. ‘You are wondering why we are dressed as we are. Simply to add to your torment. I know you find our bodies attractive and I also know that a stiff cock is a lot more susceptible to torment than a soft one. Of course, I assume you’ll try to avoid becoming sexually aroused, but with us dressed like this I imagine you’ll have a fairly difficult time.’
I asked, ‘Do you just want to humiliate me?’
‘It goes much deeper than that, mister.’ She reached down and gave my cock a couple of smooth strokes. When it noticeably stiffened, Liza flashed an evil grin and I heard one of the other girls giggle. She gave me a nudge in the general direction of the campsite and we started walking towards it. Once there, I realised that this was almost surely going to be much worse than I had thought. There were picnic tables and one had been covered with an old blanket.
The blonde victim from yesterday, Ashleigh, came forward with a thick nylon rope in her hand, pushing her flat chest out, the nipples hard and erect. She tied my wrists together and tossed the end of the rope over a thick tree branch that was about nine feet off the ground. One of the other girls took the end and drew me up to my fullest stretch, still allowing me to touch the ground with my feet, before tying the rope off on a lower branch. I was strung up by my wrists but able to stand comfortably. Then they quickly drove heavy metal stakes into the ground at my feet, about four feet apart.
Watching these lovely girls work, the thongs disappearing between firm, tanned buttocks, their young breasts gleaming with a soft sheen of perspiration, caused my cock to behave as though I was actually looking forward to the coming event.
Once the stakes were in place, my ankles were tied to them with more lengths of the thick rope, stretching my legs apart and leaving me almost suspended by my wrists above my head. My ankles were pulled out to a point where I was just barely able to maintain contact with the ground with the tips of my toes. The position was not comfortable.
Liza walked around me, making sure everything was snug. She asked if I was comfortable. I didn’t respond. She took hold of my cock, which was growing larger, and began to stroke it. Her stroking was gentle, but it contained a firmness of grip that told me she knew exactly what she was doing. Of course my cock responded to her manipulation. Once it was fully erect, she abandoned it and began to work on my nipples. She teased them with her fingernails, then, pinching savagely, let me know how easy it was for her to hurt me. My cry of pain pleased her and she released the tender nubs while she looked me directly in the eyes and spoke.
‘Now,’ she said seriously, ‘the first thing we’re going to do is see how far we can stretch your balls.’
She brought forward a four-foot length of thin nylon clothesline, halved it, then made a loop at its centre by pulling the loose ends back through. She placed the loop around the base of my scrotum, above the balls and below the penis, and pulled it snug. Then she took the loose ends, threaded them through the loop and between my balls so as to separate them, and pulled the ends tight. She gave the ends a firm tug, demonstrating that pulling on them created more pressure, and, of course, pain.
‘Those poor little things are starting to get a little purple already,’ cooed Liza. I could tell this was turning her on, and I was certain I could smell her pussy getting wet.
The taller blonde produced a yellow plastic pail from under one of the picnic tables and tied the handle to the loose ends of the clothesline that separated my balls, allowing the pail to hang free about eight inches above the ground. The pail didn’t weigh much, but knowing that things could easily be put into the pail to make it heavier had me nervously anticipating their next action.
My cock was still semi-erect in spite of my fear, or, perhaps, because of it …
‘How much weight do you think your family jewels can support?’ Ashleigh asked with a serious tone of curiosity.
‘Water is reasonably heavy, so let’s just find out,’ said Liza. ‘Girls, let’s have some H2O, shall we?’
While Ashleigh went to get a plastic gallon water jug that had been on the covered picnic table, the other three amused themselves playing with my naked body. The redhead pinched my nipples and ran her hand lightly up and down my chest and belly; the other blonde slapped my buttocks for firmness; Liza held my cock in her left hand and, looking directly into my eyes, scraped a sharp fingernail over its sensitive head. The combination of stimulation and pain was quite overwhelming.
Ashleigh joined them, holding the gallon jug.
‘A gallon of water weighs about six pounds,’ Liza said. ‘That bucket suspended from your balls will hold two gallons. I’m not sure you can take twelve pounds tied to your balls. That’s a lot of weight to suspend from those tender little baby-batter makers. What do you think?’
I wasn’t given a chance to reply. Ashleigh tilted her pail over the one hanging from my balls and let the water begin to fill it. The increased weight was immediately uncomfortable. I began to feel a dull ache deep in my testicles. She stopped after putting about a half-gallon in my pail and they all watched my reactions as the pail swung tautly between my legs. At a signal from Liza, Ashleigh poured the rest. I could feel the rope separating my balls tighten from the additional weight.
‘How does it feel now?’ Liza raised a perfectly formed bare foot and gave the pail a little nudge with her toes, causing it to swing forwards and back between my legs in a gentle arc. Each swing seemed to tighten the rope a bit more, causing my cock to bob around like it had a mind of its own.
‘I don’t think I can take any more!’ I cried. ‘Please. Get that thing off me before I suffer serious damage! I’d like to have children someday!’
‘Don’t be such a bitch,’ Liza said, her voice harsh. ‘I’m sure a fine physical specimen such as yourself can handle more than a mere six pounds. I believe we need some more water.’
Ashleigh went to get a second jug.
Liza roughly grabbed my cock. ‘I told you we wouldn’t do any permanent damage, didn’t I? Don’t you trust me?’
I decided to remain quiet, hoping that she really knew what she was doing.
Ashleigh returned quickly. She looked at Liza expectantly and, receiving a nod, began to pour more water into the pail, stopping only when things reached the point where I was certain my testicles were about to burst or, even worse, be torn from my flesh.
Liza examined the pail and strummed the taut clothesline several times, like a harp string. It was causing me sheer agony.
‘That’s about ten pounds,’ she said. ‘I guess that’s about all he can take, girls. Let’s see how he handles that for a while.’
They gathered around me and amused themselves by teasing and tormenting me with their hands. I was unable to resist reacting to their fingers digging into my sides; they were delighted at my ticklishness. Each sudden movement, of course, led to immediate pain in my tethered balls.
I groaned for mercy between ticklish laughs.
Liza said, ‘Girls, let’s give him a little rest, now. We don’t want to break our toy before we’ve had our fun.’
She lifted the pail and poured its heavy contents onto the ground. My relief was immediate, though I suspected the dull ache in my balls would not subside for some time.
They gathered around again.
‘He’s got a very nice body,’ said one of my tormenters.
Liza replied, ‘Wait until he feels the clips!’
One of the other girls mumbled something about enjoying the sight of my cock swinging in the breeze.
‘I think it’s time to see how he likes our little whips,’ Liza announced.
They released me and allowed me to rest a few minutes on the ground, at their leather-booted feet, while they removed the stakes and put the ropes away.
Liza ordered me to my feet. She held a pair of red handcuffs. She cuffed my wrists together in front of me. The cuffs fitted snugly but not tightly enough to pinch my skin. Next, a pair of sturdy thumbcuffs was produced by the redhead and placed on my big toes, locking my feet close together. Liza took a very long piece of thin nylon clothesline and doubled it at the midpoint. She placed the loose ends of the line through the midpoint loop, around my waist, drawing it uncomfortably tight, with the loose ends hanging down from near my navel. She then brought the free ends down my lower belly to my genitals and drew them back between my legs, passing one loose end around either side of my genitals. The ends of the line came back together behind my balls, nesting snugly in the crack of my ass. They were then drawn up behind me and, at the small of my back, passed through the loop around my waist.
Liza then directed me to raise my handcuffed wrists above my head. When I complied, she passed the ends under the short chain connecting the cuffs, then drew them over the same tree limb above my head. When the girls began pulling the line over the limb, my hands were drawn up over my head and the thin rope dug deeply, and painfully, into the cleft between my buttocks. They drew it up until I was on tiptoes, with the thumbcuffs preventing me from any kicking about or other unusual leg movement. The line felt like it was cutting me in half between my legs; it was supporting almost my entire weight.
They finally tied the line off so I was just able to reach the ground with my toes, but I was unable to make any movement without causing myself intense pain.
They all gathered closely around me, enjoying my reaction to this very creative bondage. Once again, in spite of my fear, my cock was growing erect. I tried to grasp the line above my head with my cuffed hands, hoping to take some of my weight off it between my legs, but it was too thin for me to gain any benefit. My hands simply slipped off its surface.
‘Get the whips!’ Liza commanded.
‘The whips’ turned out to be four little brown leather riding crops; each girl grasped one and began taking turns slashing at my naked body. I was unable to move around very much because of the line drawn up into my ass, and it was quite painful. All I could do was dangle there in front of them and take it. The crops were thin enough that they didn’t break my skin but they smarted like scorpion stings. The girls concentrated their blows on my buttocks and thighs. The combination of the savage little whips and the line had me in a fog-like daze of pain and pleasure.
Liza ordered the others to stop and she dug into the box and brought out wooden clothes-pegs. She showed them to me for a moment, and began placing them on my cock. ‘You’ll appreciate this,’ she said. ‘They hurt when they go on, but they hurt a lot worse when they come off.’ She put several of them on both sides of my cock, and several more on my sensitive tip. They hurt, all right; when she began flicking them with her forefinger they felt like wasp stings.
The girls were fascinated by the sight of the clothes-pegs dangling from my erect dick.
Liza said, ‘OK, bitches, listen: why don’t you use those nifty crops to take those clothes-pegs off?’
They were delighted by the suggestion, or order. They whipped my cock, and I almost lost it. They slashed at the clothes-pegs like cats in heat, trying to make them disconnect from my swollen, tender manhood. Every move I made to try to avoid the pain caused the thin nylon line to cut deeper into my crotch. Ashleigh was particularly rambunctious, pinching my nipples with one hand while pumping away at my tortured cock with the other. They released me from the line between my legs, removed the handcuffs from my wrists and the thumbcuffs from my toes, and allowed me another brief rest. I was relieved, and a little surprised, to discover no blood running down my legs.
They led me over to one of the sturdy picnic tables. It was the one that had been covered with a blanket, to prevent splinters, I guessed, but I wasn’t given much time to contemplate that fact. I quickly found myself bound spread-eagled to the four corners of the table. I was face up and stretched as tightly as they could manage. I was beginning to wonder if I wouldn’t have been better off to let them do whatever they wanted with the videotape. My continuing, and very visible, sexual excitement, however, made me realise I was just kidding myself. I would let them do almost anything to me, if only they would give me an orgasm or two.
‘It’s time for you to feel a little heat,’ Liza said, casually stroking my cock. ‘First, we’re going to apply a little bit of hot candle wax to some of your more sensitive places … then we’re gonna take it off. Sounds like fun, huh? First, though, we’ve got to try to make sure your cock stays as hard as possible for this procedure. This ought to help.’
She produced a short length of the thin line, tied it tightly around the base of my genitals and then used the ends to wrap around and tightly separate my balls before tying them off.
‘There. Things ought to stay pretty tight and firm with that. Your balls are getting purple, again. Does this hurt?’
‘This’ was a sharp fingernail, digging into my taut left testicle. My gasp of pain gave her the answer she wanted. She brought out and lit a white candle that appeared to be about a half-inch thick and about eight inches long. She carefully began to drip the burning wax from the candle onto my nipples. It was very hot, and she was holding the candle only about two inches above my chest as she dripped the wax.
Coating my nipples with wax was to be the least of it. After my nipples were generously covered, she began to slowly cover the shaft of my cock. This was very painful, particularly because she was holding the candle so close to my flesh. The other girls were watching my reactions closely and they seemed almost stunned by the violence of my struggles against my bonds.
