Chapter 3
The removal of Mike's belt had just been a prelude, as she was quickly bound.
Her hands were firmly secured behind her back before she even had a chance to think about what was happening.
Then came Mike's belt. Across her squirming ass flesh with resounding smacks that reverberated through the surrounding trees as she wreathed upon the dirt covered ground and moaned with pleasure, never once trying to avoid the blows.
In fact several times before he stopped she raised her ass in invitation. And that fact was not lost upon her audience.
Tiring of his activity and wanting to get his rocks off, Mike stopped hitting her with his belt, reached down grabbed her by her hair until she was on her knees again.
"Now suck it right, bitch."
She was more than eager to do so.
The nice warm glow of her ass urged her on as she took his swollen cock into her mouth.
That time she didn't pull any games, besides which, occasionally Mike would use his belt on her warm ass to keep her in line.
Up, down, swirling tongue, tugging cheeks, and the inevitable happened.
Mike came and she drank it with gusto as the other three looked on eagerly, missing none of her actions or reactions.
After coming to a shuttering halt, Mike said, "Ok. Now we'll go one at a time. Gregg, you're next. Do whatever you want. She's yours," turning to Kristen, he added, "Right, bitch?"
Licking the last of his cum from her lips, Kristen smiled.
"Whatever you say, Mike."
This was promising to be a good night, as she looked at Gregg and waited for the next act to begin, hoping that things would escalate.
"Gee, thanks Mike. You usually run the show."
"Tonight each of us gets a chance with the bitch, then ... hell, then we'll just play it by ear. Right?"
"Right."
Gregg looked at Mike for a second then turned his full attention to Kristen who was still kneeling on the ground, patiently waiting.
"What'd ya want bitch, as if it makes any difference?"
"Whatever you want, just as long as I get fucked. After all, girls have needs too, you know."
Her pussy was aching to be stuffed, and soon.
"Well that's just too damned bad, isn't it, bitch. I'm not much of a pussy lover, if you get my drift."
"Fine. So forget my pussy, fuck my ass. Or aren't you even man enough for that?"
That should get a response, she thought.
And it did.
"Why you bitch," came his reply, accompanied with his booted foot slamming into her stomach, sending her sprawling.
And before she had a chance to move Gregg gave her another kick, this one in her side before he took long strides away from her.
But she kept her balance "Give me a hand with this, will you, Jim?"
"This" was a large log that they both moved into position only with great effort. "Now let me borrow your rope," Gregg said.
He loop one end under the log and then pulled Kristen over to stand next to it, wrapping the rope around her ankle. Tight.
"That hurt?" he asked.
"No," she said.
"We'll see if we can do something about that," he said, moving to the other leg. He pulled on her ankle and she realized what he had in mine-to spread her legs as far apart as he could without splitting her in two. Or maybe that was the idea after all.
He pulled the rope tight around her ankle and said, "Put your hands behind your back."
At first she thought he was going to tie them as well, but he said, as he removed his belt, "I'm going to use this on you now, and I'm going to be really hard on you. Is that all right with you?"
She felt a flutter in her stomach, a flutter of fear, but also of excited arousal. She nodded.
"What? I don't think I heard you."
"Yes, it's fine with me."
"Good. I'm not going to tie your hands behind your back. I realize that this will make the temptation very strong to try to cover yourself when the pain gets too strong, but I don't think you will do that, will you?"
"No," she said, her voice feeling a good deal fainter.
"Good. I'm going to strap your tits first. I'm going to give you ten good solid whack to each one. But if you try to shield them with your hands, I'm going to add five to each one for every violation. Is that understood?"
She said that she understood. Already her pussy was a running swamp of aroused juices.
He began swinging the belt. Her body exploded into a delicious cloud of painful sensations ... three ... four ... five ... six ... it seemed that he'd been whipping her forever.
"Ten ..." he said. "Now the other tit. This time, you count."
She began, after each blow, to count, although by the time he'd reached eight her voice was virtually screaming out the numbers, almost incoherently. The last two were delivered directly to the sensitive flesh of her nipple and for a moment the world swam in front of her. Suddenly her back was wet and the back of her legs hurt and she was totally confused.
Then she realized what had happened-she'd fallen backwards, losing her balance from the force of the final two blows.
"Nice position," said Gregg, staring down at her splayed legs and gaping cunt slit. "Stay just like that."
She saw the belt rising and for a moment didn't realize it's target until the tip ripped across her exposed clit. She screamed, her entire body convulsing. She waited for the next blow to fall.
"I didn't hear you count."
"Oh! One. I'm sorry ...?"
"Certainly. Now ask me to hit you harder."
"Please ... hit me harder."
"Say, 'Whip my cunt harder,'" he said.
"Please, whip my cunt harder."
"I'd be glad to," he replied, and proceeded to do just that, requiring her to request a harder stroke each time. And each stroke was delivered with greater and greater force, until she felt that surely she would pass out.
Then he said, "Now flip her over the other way," and she found herself on her knees, ankles still tied to the log, ass in the air, receiving his cock.
It didn't take him long to come as his fingers dug into her inflamed cheeks to their mutual satisfaction.
Gregg had collapsed on top of her for a while before Jim began his activities.
Pulling Gregg aside, Jim again picked up Kristen by her waist, this time holding her as he moved the piece of firewood beneath her with his foot. Then lowering her to the ground.
Carrying the wood to the other side of the log that still kept her legs pulled taut, Jim placed it on the ground and came back to her.
"Ready for me, bitch?" he asked as he began to loosen her right leg from the log, just enough for her to bend her legs.
Groggy with passion, Kristen gave him a shaky smile as her tongue moistened her dry lips.
"Oh God ... do I ever hurt."
"Ready for more, though, aren't ya, bitch?"
"Yes ... oh yesss."
"Just as I thought. Up on your knees, bitch, and the fun will continue."
Jim waited for her to do as told, then he picked up two pieces of firewood that were about three inches around and eighteen inches long and some small lengths of rope.
As she adjusted herself on her knees he tied the rope around one end of the two pieces.
"Tony, give me a hand."
"Right, man. What'ca want?"
"I want her tits between these. Tightly. A homemade breast press."
"Got'ca."
Between the two of them, with no resistance from Kristen, the two pieces of wood were soon next to her chest and being pressed together, cutting off her tits from her rib cage.
Satisfied that they had it were they wanted it, they began to press them closer and closer together as Jim looped another piece of rope around the other end and pulled them even closer together, resulting in one damned tight fit.
Looking down Kristen saw her deformed and bloated tits being cut in two by the two pieces of wood as the bark cut groves into her.
No doubt about it, they were tight.
"Ooooohhh ... sweeett Jesus."
"He ain't gonna help ya, bitch, so just hold still."
Jim tied off the rope then gave her tits a feel. Hard as a rock and already turning red with the loss of circulation.
Her nipples felt like little rocks glued on the ends of her tits as he squeezed them between his fingers and thumb, causing her to groan in pain/pleasure as she tried to force more into his grasp.
"Nice. Real nice, bitch."
"Help me move her Tony."
"What now?"
"I want her ass on the log that's holding her legs and her back on the other one. I've got plans for those tits of hers."
"Right. Got'ca."
And soon it became an accomplished fact.
Kristen's hands were still tied behind her back. The branch breast-press was cutting into her tits with ease.
After bending her backwards so she laid atop the hunk of wood they re-tied her ankle to the branch holding her legs apart. With her ass resting on the same branch that her legs were tied to and being forced to lay over the other log, Kristen was a very tightly drawn piece of human flesh abundantly opened for whatever was coming her way.
And coming her way was the same strap that Gregg had used on her ass and cunty, only this time the target was her pressed tits.
God bless America, baseball and mom's apple pie, could Jim ever wield a strap!
Her smashed together tits felt like they were about to explode with every blow he sank into her throbbing hillocks.
And God, oh God, was he ever accurate too.
Five times in a row just the very tip of the strap snapped into her right nipple sending her into orbit and when he changed aim to her left one she just kept coming.
Ten, twenty times the strap landed on her bound tits, each sending her into bliss.
Twenty-one split her right nipple, twenty-two the left as Jim dropped the strap and sank his cock up her spread cunt and pounded away to their mutual delight.
Then it was Jake's turn.
He had watched all that had transpired and was more than eager for his turn. Using Kristen's hair as a handle, he pulled her up until she was again supported by her knees in the dirt. A moment later he untied her hands from behind her back.
Kristen used the opportunity to rub some circulation back in her cold wrists and hands as Jake untied her feet. Totally free except for the wood breast-press, she turned on her beaten ass and rubbed her ankles and feet.
"Give me your hands, bitch. It's time for some more fun."
As soon as his words made sense, she offered up her hands to the rope again. Soon they were tied in front of her and Jake was urging her to rise by the expedient means of pulling on the rope.
Kristen stood on shaking legs and followed him to the other side of the clearing. She smiled as he flipped the other end of the rope over a sturdy branch and began pulling.
Kristen loved suspension. She eagerly raised her hands up as far as she could, standing on tip toes to aid him in their mutual quest. Soon though even her toes lost contact with the ground and he body began to sway gently in the night air as he tied off the end of the rope to the trunk of the tree.
Jake took a moment to view the sight before him, and what a sight it was too.
The fully mature teenager was quite a sight. Total weight supported by her hands, she hung from the tree. The breast press was still in place making her tits full and hard. Each one covered with whip marks. Her full hips and rounded ass were covered even more by colorful marks of the night's events. Her inner legs glistened with expelled juices.
And she was smiling. She seemed utterly content with herself and them he thought as he too took up the leather strap and approached her swaying body.
The crack of leather connecting with soft stomach flesh echoed through the woods, followed by a muffled scream from Kristen. It as a sound repeated often, even if the target area changed- stomach, dangling legs, bound tits, previously striped ass and hips.
Before Jake could wait no longer Kristen was covered from armpits to kneecaps as he grabbed a leg in each hand and wrapped them around his hips as he sank his raging cock up her pulsating cunt. The two of them twisted, jerked and swayed as they strove to and gained the ultimate quest of passion.
Mike, with his cock fully renewed, smiled as he stood up and walked forward. Reaching for one of her ankles that were still wrapped around Jake's hips, he tied it with a hunk of rope as they totally ignored him.
Not bothering to pull her ankle yet, he took the other end of the rope and flipped it over the branch that was holding Kristen. And as he slowly began to pull, pulling her leg away from Jake, they finally looked in his direction.
Jake grunted, pulled out his spent cock, gave Kristen's ass a gently pat, and walked away eager to see what Mike would do next. He was always the one to come up with the new and unusual.
Kristen had felt, but paid no attention, to the rope wrapping around her left ankle as she relished the last trembles of her recent climaxes with Jake. He was a good fucker and not bad with his hunk of leather either.
But when Mike began to pull her leg she got a surge of excitement, knowing that more was to come. It was so much better having more than Uncle Devon, even he tired after a while. But with four guys to attend to her body's needs even she was beginning to tire from their combined efforts.
But not enough to want to call it quits. No, far from that stage as she watched her foot climb toward the night sky.
Her foot climbed and climbed. To her waist. To her chest. Past her bloated tits. It didn't stop its ascent until it was at eye level, causing her body to tilt to the side and opening her hot cunt to the cooler night air.
Hanging quietly, she wondered what he would do with that so exposed part of her. Whatever it was, she was sure she would enjoy it.
She got an idea of what was to come as she watched Mike smooth the leather glove covering his right hand as he stepped between her opened legs.
"Ever been fist fucked, bitch?" he asked calmly as leather covered digits twiddled her leaking cunt. A surge of excited lust flooded her entire body at his words.
This was something new. Uncle Devon had jammed dildos up her cunt. Once he had even had three in her at once. But never had she had a fist.
What would it feel like?
Probably fantastic, she thought as she finally answered his question.
"Aahh nooo."
"But just the thought excites you, doesn't it, bitch?"
They smiled at each other as she nodded her head in the affirmative as more of his fingers found a wet and hot home.
"Thought as much, bitch. Open up for me. You take my fist like a good bitch and we'll fill all three of your openings at the same time. Sound interesting, bitch?"
"God yesss. Dooo ittt. Dooo ittt all."
Mike chuckled as all four fingers squirmed up her greased track. He liked bitches like this one. No simpering. No denying natural drives. She knew what she wanted and needed and wasn't ashamed to tell the world about those wants.
She was even better than that chick in Jersey. She had been willing to be beaten and fucked beyond any normal means, but she had to have the illusion of being forced in the process. The illusion of forcing her had been good, but this was so much better.
He liked willing slaves. And if things weren't different, he might consider keeping her. But because they were as they were, tonight would be it for her. But he planned to make it a damned good one night as he curled his thumb into the palm of his hand and continued to push.
Kristen saw the concentration on his face but gave it little thought as his hand forced her cunt to open wider and wider. It felt like he was trying to climb inside her with his whole body. She felt muscles give. As he pushed farther, it felt like her damned bones were giving and still he pushed his hand farther and farther inside her.
Until suddenly there was a pop and his curled fingers slammed into her cervix as her pussy opening gripped his leather covered wrist.
She screamed.
But it wasn't a scream of pain. It was of pure unadulterated lust and raging passion.
Never had she been so filled. Never had she felt the pressures of a fisted hand caressing her cunty walls. Unexplained sensations flooded her as he pussy flooded his driving hand as it dove in and out of her.
In and out. In and out it moved like a demented cock. But it was soooo much better. Each finger and sturdy thumb was like a cock unto itself. They twisted, turned, fluttered, jabbed, teased and stimulated her like hell. A beautiful hell. An exquisite hell. A hell that drove her over the edge again and again.
She hardly even felt his other hand's attention to her bound and throbbing tits. Vaguely she felt them pinched, pulled, smashed and delighted. But her main focus was the hand inside her that was doing things she had never even dreamed of.
She became one extended climax. There were no lows. Only the high peaks, each higher than the previous. On and on they went. She felt her pussy stretching more and more with each passing second. And she eagerly opened for the invasion.
The leather covered wrist was totally inside her as she felt each hair of his forearm enter her greedy body. It felt like she was giving birth in reverse. And she loved each and every centimeter that was driving into her slithering hole. Each pounding of her cervix. Each jolt to her sucking tunnel.
She could spend the rest of her life like this.
But such was not to be.
Mike watched as she swallowed his arm almost to his elbow. He felt quivering, pulsating, hot tissue suck him in. He was slamming in so hard he was actually supporting part of her weight. And still all she did was continue to come. And come.
The sweat was dripping down his face. His hand was beginning to cramp for his working her over. Until he came to the conclusion that he was the one working, not her. She was only enjoying. Enjoying both of his hands while he had a hard-on that just wouldn't quit.
Why should he be made to wait?
No reason whatsoever.
He jerked his arm and hand out of her and took a step back.
She continued to climax.
He untied the rope holding her foot and it flopped in the night breeze.
She continued to climax.
The others came to them and began to lower her to the ground.
She continued to climax.
The breast press was jerked off.
She continued to climax.
Gregg slid under her and jammed his cock up her ass.
She continued to climax.
Mike jammed his cock up her cunt and was amazed to find that it was tight.
She continued to climax.
As he turned sideways, Jim clamped his hands on her purple tits and slid his cock between them. Fucking them like a slab of meat.
She continued to climax.
Jake filled her mouth with his cock.
She continued to climax.