Chapter 5
Five days after that I begged, pleaded, badgered, nagged and implored Stephen to whip me again.
He refused.
I did everything I could think of to get him to do it. I had the house spotless, no help. I made it a total disaster, no help. I met him at the door without a stitch of clothing on, no way. I dressed in my sexiest clothes, same response.
Twice during that five day period he did give me a spanking, they were nice hut not enough. Each day he screwed me, bless his sole, but I still wanted to feel the bite of the crop tormenting me like it had.
By Wednesday I turned to Linda for help.
"What do you want me to say, Bev?"
"Tell me how I can get Stephen to whip me again."
"I don't have the answers."
"What do you do when you want Gary to hurt you?"
"Basically, I ask him."
"That's all?"
Jason was shipped out to his grandparents for the day and night, I was to pick him up the following morning.
The house was spotless, the table set with crystal, china and silverware.
By 3:30 all I had to do was go into town and pick up the fresh seafood that Mr. Jorgenson had reserved for me. I hopped into the car and drove away without a worry in the world.
4:00 found me at the seafood market and Mr. Jorgenson and I had a very pleasant chat as he placed the live lobsters in the saltwater can that I had brought to transport them home in. The scallops and shrimp were packed in similar containers.
I listened to his story about his wayward nephew with interest then began my journey home to prepare the seafood, salad and appetizers with time to spare for the 6:00 scheduled dinner with Mr. and Mrs. boss.
I left Johanson's by 4:20 and made my way through the rain to the car. I was quite wet by the time I stored the containers on the floor of the back so I called a local station.
They would be there in a half an hour. Not too concerned Mr. Johanson and I had another pleasant chat. Thirty minutes later no tow truck.
I was getting worried.
Forty-five minutes later I called again. The truck had been dispatched to an accident, it should be there shortly.
It finally arrived at 5:32 and I was in a panic. There was no way to get home and prepare the meal in time.
In my eagerness to get home I slid off the road and lost an additional five minutes getting out of the shallow ditch.
I arrived home as Stephen and Mr. and Mrs. boss were walking through the front door under umbrellas.
There I stood: wet, holding our uncooked dinner in buckets, still dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.
Everyone was very understanding, except Stephen, and we finally set down to eat at 7:30.
By 10:00 they had left and I was cleaning up the mess as a fuming Stephen berated me from dinning room to kitchen.
Stephen does not like to be embarrassed, not many do, and he considered himself very embarrassed by me not having things under control for his boss and his wife.
Again I explained that had things gone as planned dinner would have been a smashing success.
He didn't care for the reasons, he was embarrassed and I would pay for that embarrassment.
He said that he knew of the perfect form of punishment, he had been saving it for weeks.
I had no idea what he was talking about.
I guess that I assumed I would be again hanging from the ceiling in the workroom. But by now, I'm sure you know that wasn't to be the case.
And to make me squirm even more Stephen told me that my punishment would be coming Saturday night. I had two days to wonder about my perfect punishment.
Friday night I thought that Stephen had changed his mind about waiting until Saturday because he took me to the workroom and beat me with the crop until I was literally black, blue, red and purple. He seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time abusing my breasts but I can't honestly say that I objected.
When he was finished I was covered from neck to knees, front and back, with the marks of the whip and we were fucking until we were both fucked out.
Saturday dawned clear and sunny. It was quiet warm for early September and I made a descent start in removing old plants from my flower garden.
For some reason I was not moving at top speed. To put it bluntly I was sore as hell and feeling it with each move I made.
Stephen trimmed the hedges and washed the cars. Dinner was over by 6:00, by 6:15 I was in the bathroom taking a much needed shower.
When I stepped out of the bathroom Stephen was waiting for me by the bed.
I noticed my white peasant blouse and my blue jeans skirt on the bed. Stephen told me to put them on with my white sandals and nothing else but those.
I smiled and did so as he took his shower.
The peasant blouse is one of those with the elastic around the neck. It can be worn around the neck or can be lowered to the shoulders to expose as much bosom as you dare.
I pulled it quite low, in fact several of the crop marks were showing. I wanted them to show to entice Stephen.
The jeans skirt is a faded stone washed blue, but the unique feature is that it buttons from hem to waist. Buttoned the entire length is it quite presentable.
I buttoned only the top four buttons. The fourth one came to about three inches below my damping box. I stepped into the sandals and laced the long straps up both calves.
I was the epitome of the sexy woman.
Practicing before the full length mirror I knew that guys' tongues would be hanging out as they tried to see more of my tits and bush as I took each step. The thought gave me a thrill.
Stephen stepped out of the shower and asked for a display of my charms as he dressed. I gave him a full show, even lowering the blouse to show more marked tits and unbuttoning another button on the skirt to show an occasional glimpse of my pubic hairs.
Stephen smiled.
We grabbed jackets and headed to the car. We drove into the city.
I knew where we were and wasn't surprised at all when he parked in the lot of the X rated movie house.
Helping me out of the car Stephen draped my jacket over my shoulders. I turned to give him a kiss as I anticipated the fun we would have when we returned home.
The kiss over Stephen turned me around and pulled my hands behind me.
Before I could object I felt cold steel clamped around both wrists.
"What?"
"Handcuffs. To keep your hands out of the way."
I gave him a puzzled look saying what is going on.
Much to my dismay he explained all too well what was to happen.
"Last night was not your punishment, Bev. It will occur tonight like I said. Can you guess what it is?"
I shook my head. I had no idea what he was talking about.
"We are going to go in there. We are going to sit smack dab in the center of the seats. I will remove your jacket from your shoulders. I will lower your blouse to expose your marked tits. I will unbutton all but the button at your waist on your skirt."
"Anyone in there will have a perfect view of a battered slave. I will touch you all over as they look on. And eventually someone will come to us wanting to join me in my fun."
"And I will let them. You won't be able to stop them as the handcuffs will remain in place the entire time. Of course you could make a scene but somehow I don't think you will."
"You will have to sit there, letting who ever wants to paw you. Your tits will be there in invitation and so will your wet cunt. And you won't be able to stop them in the least."
"No, Stephen, please no."
I could all ready feel them touching me. My stomach gave a lurch so strong that I thought I would get sick.
Yes, I liked to show off my body, but only Stephen could touch it.
"I'm afraid so, Bev. You can tell them that you don't want them to touch you, but somehow I don't think they will believe you."
"The whip marks will convince them that you are just a slave play acting but that you really want them to touch you. Your beautiful marked breasts, so full and tempting. Your wet cunt, because it will be wet before someone joins us."
"In fact it is probably wet now, isn't it? Of course it is. And if you struggle too much I will simply stuff a gag in your mouth and tie your legs to the seats. And in case you think I'm kidding, look."
Stephen pulled out a gag and several lengths of rope from his pocket.
He was dead serious. He was going to let someone else touch me.
Me, who had only felt Stephen's touch. I almost got sick again.
"Please no, Stephen. Please not that. Anything but that. We can go home, you can whip me till I faint from the pain. You can burn me, pierce me with hot needles, dump hot wax all over me. Please, Stephen. Please."
"But those things would not be punishment for you Bev. You like those things. You hurt me, Bev, and now I am going to hurt you the only way I know how."
"I know you don't want others touching you so that will be your punishment. But just so you have something to look forward to, I will do whatever you want me to do to you when we get home. Anything you want."
"After you take your punishment here. I'll cut your damned tits off if you want me to. But only, and I mean only, if you sit there without fighting. If I have to gag and tie you I will. But if I do, when we get home I will go to sleep. The choice is yours, Bev."
"Either sit there quietly and don't fight or struggle against what happens and I'll do anything you want me to do to you, or fight and I go to sleep. The choice is yours. Now let's go."
I don't remember the walk to the ticket booth or walking through the lobby.
The next thing I remember was us standing at the back of the theater as our eyes adjusted to the darkened room. When I could finally see I could see about forty or fifty people sitting in the hundred or so seats, several seemed to be couples. Most were men sitting by themselves.
As we stood there I looked at the screen.
Two men were fucking the same woman. She was being double dipped and what flesh of hers I could see was marked the same as mine was.
I'm sure that Stephen had chosen this theater for that reason.
Who would think twice about a slave viewing a film about submission and pain?
Holding my elbow Stephen led me to the center of theater.
We took two seats in the center section. As we sat a guy five seats down on my right flicked open his lighter and lit a cigarette.
"Lean forward a bit, Bev, so I can slide your jacket off you."
I didn't dare object. I had to do as he said.
Somehow I would tolerate the others if I remembered Stephen's promise to do what I wanted when we got home.
I sat forward and he pulled the jacket off my shoulders. When I sat back in my seat my hands pressed into the small of my back reminding me that I had lost the use of them.
We sat there for a while and watched the movie.
Actually it was exciting me as I watched the end of the double fuck and when the next scene showed another gal being paddled with a wooden paddle as she sucked the guy who was padding her I almost forgot that I was there to be punished myself.
But Stephen soon brought that fact to mind as he lowered my blouse.
I closed my eyes as I felt the material slid down my breasts and I couldn't stop the shivers when he pulled it all the way below my tits.
Taking a deep relaxing breath I looked down and saw my marked tits in the light of the movie. I thought they looked beautiful, marks and all.
I returned to watching the movie as Stephen began to openly play with my tits.
The gal in the movie could take quite a bit of the paddle. Her ass was red and bruises were showing in several places when the guy finally came in her mouth and stopped paddling her.
There didn't seem to be any plot to the movie. It simply flashed from one scene to another. Each one showing someone receiving pain.
Stephen's hand was doing wonders for me. I was definitely horny. But when he reached down with both hands and unbuttoned all but the waist button on my skirt I didn't want to be horny any more.
The threat hung over me like an unbalanced sharp sword. I tried to devote my entire attention to what was happening on the screen.
A woman was trapped in an old fashioned pillory. Her head and hands poked through the holes made for them. And as the camera pulled back we could see that there was a woman kneeling between her legs licking her wet cunt as a man used a whip on her back and ass.
I was so intense on watching the movie that the man had sat down beside me before I even knew he had come over to us.
"Fresh whip marks. Today?", the man asked Stephen as if I wasn't even there.
I refused to look his way. I kept my eyes on the screen.
"No, last night," came from Stephen as he answered the man's question.
"She for display, touch, or more?"
"Just display and touch. Help yourself. She won't object."
My heart sank with Stephen's words.
She won't object, my ass. I did object. Quite strongly in fact. But Stephen's promise for when we left kept me silent.
Maybe that was what he meant. I closed my eyes and held my breath. I waited to be violated by a stranger as my husband looked on.
"Does she like it rough, or just you?"
"Both."
Stephen sure wasn't wasting any unnecessary words.
I let out my held breath. I needed some fresh oxygen. That seemed to be what the man was waiting for.
His cool hand wrapped around my right breast. I cringed.
I almost pulled away from his touch, but at the last moment I stopped myself from doing that as over and over I told myself Stephen's promise.
Pretend it's Stephen's hand I told myself, but it did no good. That hand did not feel like Stephen's in the least.
It was rough and calloused. Stephen's were smooth but firm.
I felt him slid his hand over the entire surface of my tit.
I wanted to run.
He started circling my breast with his finger, coming closer and closer to the nipple. I knew his goal and wanted to scream at him to go away.
"How much can she take before screaming?"
"Normally quite a bit, but being whipped it's hard to say. But she always groans before finally screaming. With a whip she groans two strokes before screaming."
Was that true? I tried to remember if did that.
Had Stephen noticed a pattern in me that I was unaware of? I almost had an answer to that question when the man began to squeeze my whipped nipple.
Forgetting the questions I was asking myself I concentrated on not screaming in the theater so Stephen would keep his promise.
The man used a steady pressure, building slowly. I felt the pain and fought it.
He pressed his finger and thumb harder, my nipple trapped between them. I could no longer stop my groan. The man held that pressure. He didn't increase it, nor did he relax any. He held it steady and I squirmed in my seat.
I clinched my hands into fists behind my back.
He suddenly applied more pressure but before I could scream he let my nipple go. I had drawn in the breath to scream but when he let go I released it so that it sounded more like panting.
Surprised by his actions I opened my eyes.
On the screen the man was now fucking the woman in the pillory as the other gal continued to eat her box. I noticed that her back was red and in several places the whip had cut her. That scene made my cunt dribble out some very slick goo between my pulled together legs.
"You know your slave well. How is she about having her tits sucked?"
"She loves it. Gently or harsh. She really likes hickies though, in case you're interested."
Stephen was beginning to sound like a salesman explaining a piece of machinery to a customer.
Even if everything he said was true.
When had he noticed that I liked hickies so much?
That question flew away too when the man lowered his head to my nipple and took it into his warm mouth.
It's Stephen. It's Stephen, I told myself over and over again. But it still did no good. His mouth was not like Stephen's either.
Never having looked at him I was surprised to feel the whisker of his mustache tickle my breast as his lips wrapped around my nipple. I felt guilty when I realized that my nipple was hard, but quickly explained to myself that it was hard because Stephen had caressed it earlier.
But somehow my brain refused to accept that as a true statement.
The man was good with his mouth and I enjoyed the feel of his whiskers on my beaten tit. His tongue was shorter and wider than Stephen's. He seemed to be tasting my nipple with each taste bud as they slid over it. He trapped it between his teeth and I stopped watching the screen. His teeth came closer and closer together, not enough to cause pain but enough for me to imagine it.
When he released his teeth I opened my eyes.
The movie had changed scenes again.
The screen was filled with one nipple. The camera pulled back and we could see the tit. One, two, I began to count.
Twenty-three. There were twenty-three clothespin pinching her breast. It was a big tit but those clothespins made it look even bigger as they pinched skin all the way around it.
The camera pulled back some more. The other boob was likewise pinched and a quick count gave that number at twenty-six. Again the camera pulled back and we could see that there were more attached to her opened pussy lips.
I couldn't count them all but the twelve I could made my pussy leak some more juices.
The stranger's mouth was back to me and I stopped counting.
He began to suck my flesh into his mouth. He sucked more and more. His mouth became a vacuum that in no time at all was pulling my blood to the surface. He was giving me a hicky.
God, I loved hickies and if it was Stephen doing it I would have begged him to cover my tits with hickies.
But it wasn't Stephen that was doing it. It was a stranger. He was good. That I would admit. But he wasn't my Stephen.
He let go with a sucking sound and went for a different target to make another one.
I wouldn't let him get to me.
I watched the movie.
A man had entered the movie and began to remove the clothespins from the woman. The camera zoomed in again to record the red marks left in the wake of the pins.
When they were all removed from her tits, her tits looked like a kid's dot to dot puzzle. His hands and the camera moved down her. The hands began to remove them from her pussy and I counted. Eighteen.
No wait. He took another one out of her tunnel. God, that one must have hurt.
The stranger released that section of me and started again.
Two hickies. A stranger had given me two hickies on my tit. If Stephen had done it I would he coming by now.
Go away stranger, just go away and leave me alone. I don't want you. I want Stephen.
But of course I didn't say those words out loud. They just rang around and around in my head. Ignore him, I told myself.
I watched the movie again.
The clothespins were all gone and the man was wrapping rubber bands around and around her breasts. Her tits were turning blue. He wrapped some more. Around the base of her tits. Around her nipples making them swell grotesquely.
Her nipples looked like huge marbles glued to the ends of her breasts. I bet her tits hurt like hell. I know mine would, but it appealed to me greatly.
When we got home I would have Stephen to that to me.
Then the stranger spoke and broke my concentration.
"Touch allowed below the belt too?"
"Touch, yes."
I tried not to see the stranger's hand move toward my lap but couldn't keep my eyes away.
He had hairy knuckles, short stubby fingers with a wide palm.
My leg muscles were beginning to cramp from trying to keep them together.
His palm rested on my upper thigh as he tried to get his fingers between my legs.
I tightened my legs as much as I could.
"It doesn't appear that she wants me to touch her there."
I felt Stephen look toward my lap and clenched legs.
"Open your legs, Bev. Open them very wide."
His voice sounded so calm. It was the voice he used when he was punishing me. And that was what he was doing.
I closed my eyes, a tear squeezed out of each one and began to trickle down my cheeks. I loosened the muscles in my legs. I began to tremble.
"Open them wide, Bev. Do it now or you know what won't happen."
I spread my legs. Slowly. But I spread them. When my legs, touched the sides of my seat I stopped and my tears dripped down to fall on my breasts.
The stranger had held his hand still until I was opened then he began to slowly bring his fingers to my wet cunt.
My legs twitched to close but I kept them opened as he dug into my core. One, then two fingers slid up my greased opening and began to twirl around inside me.
I wanted to jerk his fingers out of me and run like hell out of the theater and never come back. But I kept myself open for him.
Stephen caressed my left tit and I shuttered from his touch.
Trying to block out the short stubby fingers I again returned my eyes to the screen.
The woman's breasts looked like some kind of grooved mounds. There were at least four grooves from the rubber bands in each tit along with the marbled ends that were her nipples. A flash of metal sparkled before I knew what he was going to do.
Nipple clamps. God, those would really hurt her swollen nuggets. He attached a clamp to each. Then he began to tighten them. Tighter and tighter still.
Her swollen nipples began to get flattened. Her screams echoed around the theater as they were smashed flat by the clamps.
I felt Stephen's hand on me but refused to acknowledge the stranger's.
The man in the movie took up a cane and began to beat the woman's bound and clamped tits.
They were good. The man was skilled with the cane and the woman could take the pain he was giving her.
The stranger went for my clit and I thought I would jump out of my seat but as Stephen pinched my nipple I forced myself to hold still.
I closed my eyes. I concentrated on Stephen's hand, his breath tickling the tiny hairs in my ear and finally the man removed his hand from my nervous muff.
"Thanks for the use of her for a while. See you around."
The stranger stood up and took a seat five spaces away.
I finally allowed myself to relax and was amazed when I began to shake all over. Tear after tear slid silently down my cheeks as Stephen's arm gave me a hug.
"How do you feel, Bev?"
"I... I need to... take a bath and... wash his touch away. Please, Stephen can we go now?"
"No, not yet. We will stay until we've seen all the movies."
"How... ahh how many?"
"Three. It's Saturday night."
Three movies? I didn't think I could take it. If someone else touched me, I... I don't know what I'd do.
Stephen wiped the tears off my face and the ones that had landed on my exposed chest with such tenderness I shuttered.
I again began to watch the movie, secure in Stephen's arms.
It was over and the credits were rolling up the screen. The theater lights became a little brighter and I saw several people get up to leave.
Stephen gave me another hug and I laid my head on his shoulder. The next film started as soon as the other one flickered black.
"Michael's Castle" began with a view of a castle atop a tree covered mountain. The credits rolled , up the screen as behind them a woman was being whipped while she was chained to a ring in a stone wall of a dungeon. The screen faded gray.
The first scene of the movie showed two young women being grabbed off a city street and pulled into a huge van. Soon they were stripped by four men as another drove the van away.
Ripped clothes littered the floor of the van as the women's hands were tied behind their backs and the men began to pinch, twist and pull at their breasts.
They were gagged and flipped over onto their stomachs. Two men held them as the other two raped their asses. The film faded.
The next scene showed the two women hanging from chains in the center of a huge stone room. They were not alone.
A woman was hanging from chains attached to a stone wall, her body was covered with whip marks. Across the room another woman was bent over something similar to a sawhorse and her ass was being whipped with a multi-strand whip as she screamed.
Then... someone sat down in the seat next to me.
My body stiffened and I closed my eyes.
I felt Stephen looking at the person to my right.
I smelled a whiff of perfume. A woman? Surely not.
I tried to control my stringent breathing as I again waited for my body to be invaded.
"She's a pretty little thing."
It was a woman's voice.
"Is she here of her own free will?"
"More or less," confirmed Stephen.
He was right, in a way I was here by my own choice. But not in the manner the woman seemed to accept.
"What are the limits?"
"Look and touch only."
"Generous. May I?"
"Be my guest."
"Thank you. You're a very obliging master."
I couldn't believe it.
A woman. A woman was about to touch me.
But somehow that didn't bother me as much. A woman was no challenge to my faithfulness to Stephen.
A totally different experience to be sure. But not nearly as threatening as another man.
I allowed my stiffened body to relax a bit to see what she would do.
Something tickled my right breast and I turned to see what.
Her hair. Her long light hair was playing over my tit like a teasing feather. She was quite attractive.
I relaxed some more.
The tip of her tongue touched me. I gave a startled jerk then held myself still.
She investigated my tit with her tongue. I felt her trace several whip marks and shivered with unexpected arousal. Her touch was very gentle. She made no fast or harsh moves.
I relaxed some more and again began to watch the movie.
A woman was chained to a huge wheel device. It seemed to he some sort of stretching rack. Her muscles and skin were pulled tight as she was forced in a backward arch by the wheel. Slowly the. wheel began to rotate turning her.
She started on the left side, then moved to the top. It turned some more and she was head down then heading for the bottom.
There didn't look like there was enough room for her to fit between the wheel and the stone floor.
There wasn't. Her big breasts drug painfully across the stone floor and as the wheel turned to make her upright again I saw her breasts being pulled past a large board with nails poking through. The nails left red streaks across them.
When she was upright again the wheel stopped.
My woman was licking and sucking my breasts as the woman in the movie was having hers burnt with heated metal rods.
One of her tormentors spit on her breast then applied the hot iron. It sizzled. No doubt about it, those rods were hot.
No doubt that my cunt was getting very horny. My woman was very good. I was getting hotter by the second and wasn't fighting it either. And when I felt her hand come to my wet snatch I opened my legs as much as I could to give her as much room as she wanted.
While on the screen a man was burning the woman's nipples with a burning candle as she screamed.
The woman was teasing the hell out me. She would lick and suck very gently then all of a sudden she would bite me. Her hand in my box made similar moves. Gentle, then a pinch of my lips or clit.
I didn't know what to expect from her and that made me more and more excited. Then as if she had grown tired of the pretext she attacked me with a vengeance. Mouth sucked hard, teeth bit into my breast, and her fingers became like a whip across my clit. I came. God, oh God did I ever come.
I couldn't control myself and I began to almost scream but Stephen covered my mouth with his to swallow my sounds as the woman kept me going and going.
Finally she stopped and I melted into the seat and just tried to breath.
"She is delightful."
She walked away before I could even form a word of gratitude.
Stephen held me, caressed me and finally I began to calm.
I opened my eyes and saw the movie.
One of the kidnapped woman, I think, was bound to a huge pole in the middle of a field.
Her hands were tied above her head, her tits forced out by a block of wood behind her shoulder blades, her waist was tied to the post and her legs to pegs in the ground that held them wide apart. She seemed to be alone.
No, there were the others at the side of the field mounting horses.
It was to be a mockery of an old fashioned joust. But instead of knight fighting each other the horseback, rider were going to attack the bound woman. And they began.
The riders were spaced at intervals as they raced across the field, their weapons held high. As they neared the woman they readied their weapon then hit her in passing.
Evidently it was a scoring event because a judge' called out scores as the riders hit the woman. Ten points for hitting her breasts, one for her stomach, twenty for her opened pussy, one for legs and two for her feet.
The first round each hit her with a whip and all twenty five scored.
The second round they were handed a two foot cane. Five missed her entirely and were eliminated.
The third round had them hitting her with a ruler and more were eliminated.
The fourth they were given short knives, but if they cut her more than a scratch they were disqualified.
Eleven made it to the next round where they had to lean over and pull a hair from her pussy as the horses ran full out. Two fell in the attempt and four missed, leaving five and a break was called so they could prepare for the next event.
The woman was bruised and cut from shoulders to her toes, several places bleeding profusely as the judge approached her.
The camera zoomed in and my cunt began to leak as he drove five safety pins though her tits and slid a small ring onto each pin.
For the final event the riders had to pull one of the rings out of her as they rode full speed across the field.
The screen divided in half. One side showing the riders and the other half showing a close-up of her pierced tits.
The first two riders missed the rings but slapped viciously into her tits making them shake on her chest like so much jello in a bowl.
The third rider pulled a ring out of her and as one side showed him riding away the other showed the pin and ring being ripped out of her tit in slow motion.
Number four pulled out two and was disqualified, but they showed them being pulled out in slow motion again. "
The fifth missed entirely.
I was squirming so much in my seat that Stephen leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Does having pins pierce your tits then pulled out excite you, Bev?"
I breathlessly answered, "Yesss."
As the closing scene of the movie showed all twenty-five riders heading toward the woman again with whips in their hands. As the credits rolled up the screen the riders made a circle around the woman and continued to whip her tits each time they passed her.
The screen went black and the house lights became a little brighter.
Several pairs of curious eyes looked out way.
A minute later the next movie started and most of them turned back toward the screen.
"Motorcycle Momma" began with the roar of motorcycles as they screamed down a twisting tree ' lined country road. The credits rolled as the bikes thundered by.
When the credits ended the scene changed to a stalled car parked at the side of a road as three young girls looked on in bewilderment.
As they discussed going for help the roar of the bikes filled the theater speakers and shortly the bike gang came over the hill.
The girls were surrounded by the gang as the guys teased, taunted and leered at them until some of them got off the bikes and started to molest the girls.
Two of the girls fought their captors and were rewarded by having their clothes ripped from them.
But the third girl stood there, assumably very calmly, and as others approached her she began to unbutton her shirt to show them her tits.
"They're all yours if you know how to treat them," came from her smiling mouth as she slipped out of her shirt and shook her tits in their faces.
"And just how should they be treated, momma?"
"Oh, they are very bad tits. But then so is my ass and cunt. I think they need to be taught a lesson. Maybe several lessons, if you get my drift."
"Bad are they?"
"Very, very bad. What do you think should happen to them?"
"Oh, I think that they should be punished for being bad, don't you, bitch?"
"Yes, but not here. Why don't you let the other girls go? They'll bring you nothing but trouble."
"And you won't?"
"Not one peep, if you disregard my screams when you punish my very bad body."
"You saying you can take on all nine of us?"
"You nine and nine more. As I said, I'm very, very bad."
Well she didn't talk them out of the other girls. Each one was raped by the gang before they roared away, the woman riding behind one of the bikers.
I had often had the fantasy of being taken by a gang of mean bikers and was really enjoying the movie.
But again I was interrupted. This time by a couple, believe it or not.
As I had been concentrating on the movie the guy had been talking to Stephen. His wife had always wanted to try another woman and they had been watching us and wondered if they could have me for a while.
I didn't notice them until they walked in front of me blocking the screen.
The woman sat next to me, her husband on her other side.
At first she didn't do anything except look at me. Well, stare is more correct.
"May... may I touch... your breast?" She sounded as nervous as I had been with the first man.
My experience with the other woman had been enjoyable, it was just other men that I objected to touching me.
I nodded my head.
The next instance I almost jumped out of my chair. Her hand was ice cold.
"Oh I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
She sounded petrified and I found myself wanting to calm her. Weird as is seems I wanted her to learn about women for me.
Me, who had no experience of women until an hour ago.
"No, it's just that your hand is cold. I know that now. Go ahead and touch me."
"You sure... I can see you are hurt."
I nodded my head and her cold hand came back to my hot tit. Goose bumps spread all over me but I held still as she slowly cupped my tit in her hand. I felt like a God damned teacher with a slow student, but I liked it.
"Go ahead, feel it." I encouraged her to touch me and her hand began to warm up.
"Do... do I have to hurt you?"
"You can hurt me or not hurt me, the choice is yours. Besides, I couldn't stop you if I wanted to."
"Why?"
"Can you see my hands?" A real slow student.
"Nnn... no. Where are they?"
How dense was this woman anyway?
"They're handcuffed behind my back. I am to have no say in what happens to me tonight. Just do what you want and I'll try to accommodate as much as I can."
She jerked her hand away. I missed the coolness.
"Are... is... are you being... punished? Is that why your hands are... behind you? To keep you from stopping people from... touching you?"
Well, maybe she wasn't so dumb after all.
I didn't answer her. I couldn't.
It was one thing to sit there and take my punishment. But to have to explain it? No, that I couldn't do.
Stephen had other ideas about that.
"Answer her, Bev. You have to cooperate, remember?"
I could accept, enjoy, even revel in my relationship with Stephen, but to explain it to a total stranger?
Some dumb broad with cold hands?
Cooperate? Find. I'll cooperate.
"I... I am terrified to even... think of someone else touching me. And yes I am being punished. But... but I don't mind women touching me as much as men. Please. Just do what you want with me. I'll... I'll try to cooperate as much as I can."
Besides, the sooner you do the sooner it's over, I told myself as her cool hand came back to me and I turned my eyes back to the movie.
I had missed a lot because the other girls were long gone and the whole gang was working on the bad' one.
Darkness had fallen and they had camped in the woods. A fire was burning.
The woman was tied and hanging from a tree. She was naked and tied spread eagled in midair as the men surrounded her.
The woods had been generous in providing each with slender branches that they were whipping her with as she screamed out, encouraging them to punish her. And they were doing a good job of it too.
With nine of them beating her it didn't take long for her to be covered with stinging welts. Then two by two they screwed her as she hung there.
The woman beside me was getting braver by the minute. Her feather like touch turned to a firm grip on my boob. Up and down she moved my tit around my chest.
She flattened it. She pulled it. A kid with a new toy, I thought as she reshaped it again and again.
Then she finally brought her mouth to me. Her mouth was anything but cold. It was hot and as time passed, more and more demanding. She licked, sucked and slurped. She became quiet good in fact. She even started experimenting with her teeth.
Back on screen the men had shot their wads and were having more fun with their willing captive. Three of them were whipping her back with belts. Two were whipping her tits.
Then... no it couldn't be. Two of them were between her legs and their hands were buried inside her.
My God, one hand up in her cunt up to his wrist and the other hand was IN her ass, just as far up her.
If I wasn't seeing it I never would have believed it.
A fist? No, TWO fists were in her and damned if she wasn't enjoying it by all appearances.
"Stephen, do you see that? Is it real?"
"Looks real to me." He chuckled.
"Has another fantasy just been born, Bev? Does just the thought of my fist shoved up you turn you on?"
"God, does it ever. Do you think you would fit?"
"I don't know. But if you're a good girl, we can try when we get home."
A good girl, huh. Just to try that I'd... I'd what? I didn't know. But I was more than willing to let the woman beside me have whatever she wanted.
Come to think of her she wasn't doing all that bad herself.
She had her mouth firmly attached to my tit and her fingers were beginning to investigate my aroused clit.
Whoops, forget the clit she sunk her fingers in me.
And I was ready. I was climbing closer.
My tit got cold as she released it and she began to slide down my body. Her mouth was heading for her hand and me leaking, saturated cunt.
Just as I was on the verge of coming with her surprisingly talented mouth my world shattered.
Her husband now had his hand on me.
I froze.
My spiraling climax was shattered to dust. I began to tremble. Not in arousal but horror.
Another man was touching me. Touching my breast. Touching me as only Stephen should.
Every muscle in my body was knotted into cramps as I tried to keep from telling the guy to go to hell.
But the woman must have noticed the change in me. She looked up. Saw her husband's hand on me. And God bless her she remembered what I had told her.
"Don't touch her, Terry. She was almost coming. She can't stand for men to touch her. I want to taste her come, so don't touch her. Just watch, don't touch."
God bless America, apple pie and baseball, he did as she asked.
He removed his hand from me. She went back to pleasing me.
The tension drained out of me and I found myself climbing up toward heaven again. For being so understanding I wanted to come for her.
I slid my hips forward, giving her more room to maneuver. I didn't fight her in the least.
Go lady go. Give it to me good. I'll come so you can taste me. I'll fill your damned mouth with woman juices so you can have one fantastic memory of your first muff dive. Yea, there. Yeaaaaaa.
All thoughts flew away as I flooded her mouth.
When she was done cleaning me they went away. The man never touched me again. And as I relaxed the final scene flickered across the screen. Previews of coming attractions were played as Stephen dressed me again. When my shirt was buttoned and my blouse pulled up to cover my tits, he slid my jacket over my shoulders.
We walked out of the theater to our car.