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Introduction:

The scene moves to the smaller cabin in the little outdoor theatre

When Harold had removed himself from the muffin's prostrate form, Bill released the sobbing teen from her bondage, allowed her to shake some feeling back into her limbs, attached her wrist cuffs together behind her back, and frog marched her across the little clearing to the other wooden shack. Inside was a homemade saw horse padded with simple cloth over straw. He pushed her belly down onto the pad and fastened her wrist and ankle cuffs to the legs of the saw horse, but not before he had to slap her face and her tits to make her move where he wanted. She kept yelling at him from behind her gag, and her body shook with shock and anger, her face streaked with tears.

The smaller cabin was made of logs that had originally been hewn to fit together nicely, but after years of weather, chinks had appeared. Just as well, since it had no window, just a door made of vertical boards that creaked on its hinges. The gaps in the log walls gave the only light on that side of the cabin. The doorway left ajar provided light on the other. The dim light gave a medieval feel to the cabin, like a dungeon where the cries of the tortured were confined to its musty floor and murky walls. The little muffin bound naked face down on the wooden horse completed the scene as Bill, still naked with erect penis, took a bull whip down from a peg on the wall and walked behind her.

He examined her smooth rounded buttocks with eyes, hands, and mouth, and he slipped his fingers down her bum crack into her asshole and cunt. “This time you’ll really wail, my lovely,” he promised. “The only way you can make the pain stop is to open your sweet mouth for my cock. Nod if you understand.” Eyes wild and darting left and right, the muffin nodded her head. “Good. Nod again when you’re ready to suck me. OK then, here we go.”

The first lash cracked over her shoulder blades and echoed so loudly around the walls of the little cabin that it startled me. I moved back to stand along the wall next to the door with the others so we could observe the whipping. A long red welt appeared instantly across the muffin’s shoulders, and her scream was barely muffled by the gag in her mouth. This time, the scream was really agonized, not just from anger and frustration. The next lash crossed her lower back over her kidneys with the same result.

Then Bill concentrated on her buttocks. With superb control, he laced her bum cheeks with angry red tracks, never laying the whip over the same track twice. He whipped down her bum and over her braced thighs, eventually moving around to a high angle that allowed his overhand flick of the whip to curl around her upper thigh and into her asshole and cunt. By then, the muffin had gone hoarse with screaming. Her body shook with deep sobs and the shivers that deep pain causes. As another lash found the tender lips of her pussy, she emitted an agonized scream and began to nod her head furiously.

Bill coiled up the whip and returned it to its peg. He went to her mouth and removed the gag. “OK then , little muffin. Here is my big fat one. Careful with the head, and no biting.” With that, he pushed the head of his penis past her blubbering lips and into her mouth. For a while, he contented himself with short thrusts as she got used to having his cock in her mouth. Then he began to push deeper.

“Not too deep, Bill” admonished Harold, who was tending to her wounds with his special salve. I could see the welts of the whipping subsiding already wherever he applied the lotion. “She has to learn how to deep throat in small steps. Just enjoy the moment.”

Bill nodded, and he did. His arousal after witnessing the muffin’s ravishment was strong, and his penis thrusts into her mouth as she sucked with her lips and ran her tongue along the underside of his glans were soon rewarded with an intense orgasm that shot semen straight into her mouth. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat and let much of it dribble down her chin. She cried and mewed like a kitten at the humiliation of it, and spat at the taste of it.

As Harold finished up applying the salve to her bum and thighs, Alastair stepped up behind her, stroking his penis to erection. “Time to take your other virginity, honey,” he sneered. As I said, Alastair had a cruel streak.

The muffin’s blue eyes went wide as she realized what he was talking about and what he intended to do. “Noooooooooo,” she wailed, but got only a laugh from the others in response.

“Sorry, honey,” Bill told her, his penis still wet with her saliva. “Our friend here likes girls’ assholes. Lots of guys do. They claim it’s snugger in there and more fun. That’s not for me, but he likes it and I’m his friend.”

Alastair paid no attention to this exchange. He was making experimental thrusts into the muffin’s pussy to get his penis lubricated. Surprisingly, the whipping had aroused the muffin’s innate sexual urges. The heat the whip generated in her bum had migrated to her clitoris and vagina, so Alastair had no trouble making his penis slimy with her sex juices after a couple of thrusts. Withdrawing his penis from her cunt, he applied its corona to her wrinkled bum hole and pushed it in. “Aaaaiiiiiiieeeeee,” she shrieked in pain and humiliation, but he bore into her rectum with a determined sneer on his face, his long cock lodged right up to his balls, his thighs locked against her buttocks. Then he began thrusting.

I noticed that Alastair’s cock was elongated and thin, well suited for buggering little girls and sometimes boys too, as I later discovered. In fact, one of his favourite tricks was to bugger Harold while Harold was lying on top of a muffin fucking away in her pussy. For now, he was content in this first assault on the muffin’s anus to relieve his urgent need to cum, an arousal built up as he watched and filmed us whipping her and forcing her to suck Bill’s cock.

As Alastair fucked into her bum faster and faster, Harold moved over to the wall and unwound a coiled rope hung there that was attached to a pulley anchored on a beam in the ceiling. As he fed the rope through the pulley, I could see on the other end a stout wooden bar with rings attached moving lower toward the bound muffin's naked body.

Meanwhile, Alastair grunted and growled out his orgasm and came in spurts up the muffin’s bum. When Alastair withdrew, Bill efficiently released her bonds and stood her up from the horse. Clearly this was a well planned debauch designed to let them do their favourite things to the kidnapped victim.

Bill pushed her over to where Harold stood with the bar and attached her wrist cuffs to opposite ends of the bar as she watched apprehensively. Then Harold pulled on the rope, raising the bar near the ceiling and forcing her arms high over her head until her legs were almost off the floor. Bill swept the straw-covered floor with his hand in the area of her feet and uncovered two more rings spaced wide apart to which he attached her ankle cuffs. This left her spread wide again and available for more abuse.

Harold took a bamboo cane with a crook handle down from a peg on the wall and flexed it as her eyes went wide. “Nooooooooo, please,” she wailed. “You can’t. PLEASE. I hurt so much. I'll do whatever you want. Pleeeease.” She broke off in sobs.

“It’s OK, my dear,” Harold began in his soothing doctor tone, looking her in the eye as her gaze moved wildly between the cane in his hand and the erect penis between his thighs. “It will all be over soon, just a few love bites to remember me by.” She stared at him in stunned silence as she took in his words. Then shock replaced her silence as the cane suddenly reared up and came down on top of her breasts.

“Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeoooooowww,” she screamed. Thus began a howling duet of pain: the muffin’s shrieks of agony followed by the whistling thud of the cane on her breasts, nipples, belly, and thighs. I thought the wolfish grin on Harold’s face complemented perfectly the tear-stained cheeks of his young victim. Several times he paused to fondle her breasts or her pubic mound, paying special attention to her vulva slit and inserting his fingers into her vagina, noting its wetness and arousal. Then he moved behind her and continued the symphony of pain on her jiggling buttocks and the backs of her creamy teen thighs, still stopping from time to time to insert fingers into her bum hole or her cunt.

Finally, he put the cane down. I was curious to see what he would do next because his penis was now quite swollen and erect and seeking relief. Going to the wall, he removed a second rope from its peg and began to feed it through a double pulley block anchored to the ceiling. Its lower end sported a pair of snap rings which he attached to her ankle cuffs that Bill had now released from the floor anchors. Belaying and pulling on the control ropes, he lowered her shoulders to waist height and raised her ankles and legs until they were level with her shoulders. He took light lines from a wall peg, attached them to her ankles and pulled her legs wide apart, securing the lines to wall hooks.

“I want you guys to watch this,” he said. “This muffin has a great cunt, better than I expected. I’ll step to one side so Alastair can get this on video.” He used his fingers to separate her cunt lips. “See? She has quite the prominent mons veneris and chubby labia. Lovely chestnut brown pubic hair too. And look at this clitoris. I’ll pull back the hood so you can see.” We all peered into her crotch and agreed she had a nice plump cunt and clit.

Harold pinched and twirled the little peeping head of the girl’s clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, then flicked it several times with his fingernail. The muffin moaned and yelped as he tortured her love button, but we could see the lubricating fluid ooze from between her vaginal lips. I felt my cock begin to stiffen again and surprised myself that I felt no shame at openly frigging my penis to full stiffness in front of three men who two hours earlier had been complete strangers.

Harold chuckled when he saw me stroking my cock. “Looks like Phil is enjoying this. Let’s show him some more.” Reaching into his doctor bag, he pulled out a speculum and inserted it into her vagina, twirling the knob so metal blades opened wide, forcing open her vagina. He shone a light into her birth canal, and I could see the pink corrugated walls of her cunt.

“See her cervix at the end there? It’s nice and red from the fucking we’ve given her. See all the nice, white cream in there? That’s our little swimmers.” He chuckled. I stared, imagining how my cock would feel once again rubbing along those wet corrugations and discharging my semen into that coral well at the end of her sweet teen cunt.

After we had all nodded our appreciation of the muffin’s cunt, Harold removed the speculum, returned it to his bag, and picked up the cane again. “Her nice fat cunt lips are hiding that gorgeous big clit, but I’ll bet I can get through them with this.” At that, he landed the cane on her pussy with a splat that elicited a shriek from her. He continued to administer blows of the cane onto her vulva mound, each one increasingly aligned with the groove between her labia. As each one dug further into the delicate furrow, she screamed louder until finally he hit right on the tip of her clitoris, and she passed out.

“Bingo,” Harold chortled in glee. I never thought I could be aroused by such cruelty, but in that moment, I only thought about the girl’s lovely sex parts and how absolutely hot it was to see them abused like that. My cock twitched and bobbed in anticipation of another lovely run up into that fat, juicy cunt. 


Harold once again set the cane aside and fumbled in his bag, coming up with what looked like the nut for a very large bolt. I said as much, and they all laughed. “It’s a nut, all right,” he said. “It’s for my bolt.”

He slipped the dull metal ring over his cock head to a position on his shaft just behind the flaring edge of his glans penis. The ring was set with four small screws that he tightened down onto his cock shaft. One dug right into the frenulum, the divide in the glans where most of the sensitive nerves run, the ones that get excited in a vagina and set off a man’s orgasm.

“Won’t that hurt?” I asked and again got a mix of chuckles and laughter.

“Me or her?” asked Harold. I shook my head. “Me, yes. A little,” he admitted. “But I’m a tough old bastard, and I find a little sexual pain goes a long way to getting me off big time. Big orgasms. That’s the ticket.” He paused with satisfaction, stroking his cock and looking at the heavy metal ring on its tip. “Her, well. Those screw heads are going to rake up and down her cunt walls when I fuck her, and yes, they will hurt her something fierce, but not enough to stop her coming hard from the friction.” He paused again. “Besides, we all like to hear them scream.” This time I joined in the laughter.

The muffin was now awake and listening to Harold’s explanation of the cock ring, and she shook her head violently when she saw his cock with its torture device attached. He took up the sex position standing between her wide spread legs, surveying her naked chubby teenage charms and rubbing the head of his cock up and down her pussy slit while she yelled, “No. No. No. Don’t fuck me with that thing.”

But Harold did. He eased his cock head forward, and we watched as its coral flange and then the metal ring disappeared into the warm, wet depths of her vagina. “Aaaaaaaah … Ooooowwwww” she bellowed as he ran the screw heads right up along her sensitive cunt walls into the depths of her vagina. His eyes narrowed slightly as he felt the extra pressure of the screws on his cock head, but they immediately developed a hard, cruel look focussed on his cock in her cunt, and he began slamming hard into her vagina. She screamed even louder, and his breathing came in hard, quick bursts, his thrusts into her cunt harder and faster. I began to imagine what intense pain and pleasure he was feeling, and I knew I wanted to feel that too some day.

Bill and I took up positions on either side of her chest so we could slap her breasts and pinch and suck her nipples to distract her from the pain in her cunt. Harold rammed harder and harder, gasping for breath through teeth bared in a miasma of pain and extreme pleasure. Alastair continued to circle around the bound figure of our naked muffin, keeping his camera focussed on cock in cunt to capture the sweat and violence of the sex act, the occasional sight of Harold’s cock ring when it appeared between her swollen labia as he reared back for another thrust, and the creaking of the ropes and pulleys overhead where the sex harness was anchored to the roof beam.

Finally Harold’s cock started to spurt semen, and he came in long and hard bursts into her pussy, “Ahhh Ahhh Ahhhh Ahhhhhh” in rhythm with his final penis thrusts. As he slowly withdrew his penis from her cunt now running white with semen, he sighed, “That was the best ever.”

The "best ever" must eventually end, but I found my new perverted friends had one more debauchery in mind before we made our way back to civilization and a normal life.

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