by Penny Birch
‘Rope,’ she spat.
‘Under the bed,’ I told her, throwing a worried glance at the others as they filed in, Mo smacking the thick leather strap across her hand in satisfaction.
AJ pulled out my toy box, choosing two hanks of black rope. I lay submissively on the bed, in utter surrender, and she and Sam tied my wrists, well apart on the bars at the top of my bed. The others stood watching, smiling, their eyes glittering at the thought of what they were about to do to me. I was shivering, with a big knot in my stomach and my breathing hard to control, my jaw shaking uncontrollably.
‘Roll her up, someone,’ AJ said, tying the rope off. ‘Right up, so her little pig’s tail shows.’
Andrea pulled my bed out from the wall and took hold of an ankle, pulling my leg up as Naomi took the other. They held me like that, hard, with my bum stuck out and my pussy-lips vulnerable between my spread thighs. Mo raised the tawse, hefting it in one massive hand and nodding in satisfaction. I moaned, fear and despair rising, near to panic, and screamed as she brought the horrible thing down across my bum cheeks with all her force.
It hurt so much, flaming agony, the blow jamming my insides up and laying a burning, sting line across my bottom. She laughed, and lifted it, bringing it down again onto my thighs, leaving me shaking my head and thrashing my body in my pain. A third hit home, and a fourth, Mo warming to her task as my flesh jumped and quivered. One caught my pussy and I screamed again, then farted loudly as the next came low. It stopped leaving me panting and shaking, to look up and find Mo holding the tawse over me, but not sideways, not to be laid across my bum, but lengthways, for my pussy.
‘No!’ I screamed, even as her forearm slammed down, the tawse lashed out, onto my pussy and my whole being exploded in furious pain, my body jerking against their grip, my back arched, my teeth gritting.
She didn’t do it again, and I was left shivering on the bed, my teeth chattering and my breath coming in short, hard pants. My pussy was throbbing, my bum too, feeling fat and swollen and puffy. It hurt crazily, but I could feel the warmth building up, and the wet trickle of my juice as it ran down between my bum-cheeks. My nipples were hard too, and quivering as I shook.
‘Just look at those titties wobble!’ Sam remarked. ‘We’ve got to do them.’
‘No, please, not my boobs,’ I panted, but she took no notice, bending down to rummage in my toy box.
‘Titty-whip you? I wouldn’t dream of it,’ she said. ‘I was –’
‘I would,’ AJ put in. ‘Come on girls, pick a toy, she’s got plenty. Tie her legs, you two.’
Sam stood as AJ finished speaking. She was holding one of my candles, a thick red one. I swallowed, wondering if it was going up me. She sniffed it.
‘She’s a candle wanker,’ she said. ‘Surprise, surprise. Do you like them lit while you do it, Jade?’
I shook my head frantically, but she just laughed. It had been up my pussy more than once, but never lit. I’d been waxed, though, and I knew how much it hurt. My muscles twitched at the thought, making my boobs shiver.
AJ had tossed a second hank of rope to Andrea, who was twisting it around my ankle as Naomi worked another loose. I thought they’d spread me, but they pulled my ankles high, the same way they held me to be spanked, tying them and running the rope back around the top of my bed. It left me exposed utterly, my boobs, my pussy, my poor aching bum, with the pig’s tail hanging obscenely below my crease, all on show, all completely vulnerable. Both my holes were stuck out too, utterly blatant, and I knew the state I was in, because I could feel my wet running down from my pussy into my bumhole.
By the time Naomi had tied off the second rope I was completely helpless. My legs were rolled so high that they could get at the whole of my bum, and even if I closed them it meant rolling up even more, to leave my pussy-lips and boobs sticking up in the air, just as vulnerable as ever. It didn’t stop them getting at me with whips either, not from the sides, and certainly not with wax.
That was what Sam was going to do to me, and Andrea too. Both had candles, and they’d fetched matches from the kitchen. Andrea had lit hers, and just to look at the flame was making my heart jump. That wasn’t all either. Mo still had her tawse, and AJ had taken a thong whip from my toy box, small, but meant for delicate bums, not boobs. Naomi was armed too, with the little spiky roller I like to use on my bum, just gently. Even Zoe had picked up my hairbrush, but she was biting her lip in doubt.
‘Are you sure she can take this?’ Zoe asked.
‘They’re her things,’ AJ answered. ‘If she didn’t want them used on her, would she have bought them?’
Zoe shrugged.
‘Makes sense to me,’ Sam said, and struck a match.
They came in, surrounding me, all high on the joy of torturing me, each one of them tense with excitement. Mo lifted the tawse, Andrea poising her candle over my tummy. As Sam lit hers the others waited, until she had it posed over my chest. I watched, mouth wide in horror, as she tilted it. The flame touched wax, a bead forming, melting, growing, and falling, full onto one of my nipples. I screamed, jerking in my bonds at the sudden hot, stinging pain. The tawse cracked down on my bum and I screamed again, twisting as another drop of wax caught the side of a boob. More wax caught me, from Andrea, right in my belly button, and across my tummy. AJ’s whip smacked down across my boobs, spattering hot wax across my neck and chest as it fell. The tawse fell again, on my thighs, an agonising prickling stabbed into me as Naomi ran her horrid toy along my side . . .
It was too much, far too much, all blending into one burning, dizzying pain as they laid in, whips, wax and spikes all over me, leaving me yelling and thrashing in my bonds, my vision red and blurred, my senses blank except for the torture, as I screamed over and over . . .
It stopped.
‘For God’s sake, someone shut her up,’ Andrea said.
‘Naomi,’ AJ ordered, ‘piss in your knickers. Gag her.’
I turned my head to the side, my eyes wide in shock and pain. Naomi was already undoing her trousers, and she pushed them down, over spotty blue and red panties, which made me giggle hysterically. She took her trousers off, her boots too, and she just did it, in her panties, right in front of everyone, and all over my bedroom floor. Mo laughed at the sight, AJ grinning approval.
She pulled them off, dripping pee, and mopped up some of the puddle, leaving them filthy and completely soaked. I opened my mouth in surrender as she leaned close, and they were crammed in, filling my senses with the acrid taste of her pee.
‘That’s better,’ AJ said. ‘We wouldn’t want your neighbours to know what you’re like, would we?’
As she spoke the first drop of hot wax landed on my bare skin, splashing over a nipple. I jerked, tensing. The tawse smacked in, Zoe’s brush caught the side of one boob and it had started again. AJ laid in, Andrea lowering the candle, to an inch above my belly. Mo caught me, and again, getting faster, blow after blow. I screamed wordlessly into my gag, thrashing and bucking to the pain, my whole body burning, prickling, as the blows rained in, harder and harder, the wax spattering out across my skin.
Then Mo was hitting my pussy, full across the swollen lips, and it hurt so much, enough to make me lose my senses, to drive everything else out of my head. I just came, the orgasm rising from nowhere, exploding in my head as my back arched and every muscle in my body went tight. I felt fluid squirt from my pussy, splashing across my hot skin, and it had stopped once more, leaving me lying dizzy on the bed, mouthing slowly on the pissy panties in my mouth, my whole body aching and throbbing with pain, the skin of my bottom, legs and pussy inflamed and wet with sweat, by boobs encased in red wax, like a weird bra. They were staring down at me, all six of them, and not cruelly, but in frustration and amazement.
‘You just came,’ Andrea stated.
‘Yeah, you came,’ AJ echoed. ‘That was supposed to be a punishment, a real punishment, you slut!’
‘You’re unbelievable, Jade, you soak it up like a fucking sponge!
’ Naomi swore.
‘I know how to get to her,’ Sam said. ‘Have some fun with her. I’ll be back in a minute.’
She left, without explanation. They started on me again, not so vicious, but toying with me, just using me for their amusement. My gag was tied in to make sure I stayed shut up. Andrea went to the kitchen, for beer, and came back with the end of a cucumber as well, which she stuffed up my pussy. They put me in clamps, AJ and Naomi, grinning as they tightened the little screws, until my blood-stiff nipples were bulging out of the top, aching and purple with strain. My bumhole got greased with margarine by Mo, who had a fine time fingering my bottom before pulling the gag aside far enough to stick her dirty finger in my mouth.
That was when someone suggested giving me an enema, only jokingly, but when they caught the look of horror in my eyes they decided to do it for real. They used milk, two pints of it, from plastic bottles, with the wide, rough mouth of each plugged into my greasy bumhole before it was squirted up me, a bit at a time. Plenty went on the bed, but a good deal went in. I could feel it in my gut, the pressure growing, until my belly felt like it does just before my period, then worse, as if I was about to poo myself. They thought it was hilarious, particularly once they’d got my tummy bulging up, into a hard, round ball, swollen with milk. Even Zoe was thoroughly enjoying herself, her qualms forgotten in the sadistic joy of having another girl to torture.
The full two pints went up me, or most of it. I could hold it, just, fighting down the pain, determined not to give in, not on my own bed, not with the five of them gloating down at me, just hoping I’d lose control. They were loving it, which just shows how really cruel girls can be, and they had started to lay bets on whether I’d squirt if they frigged me off when Sam came back.
She had a feather.
I just looked at it, my eyes round with horror, knowing what was going to happen if she tickled me, exactly what was going to happen. She was grinning as she came towards me, holding it up, and twiddling it between her fingers. I began to shake my head, violently, trying to spit the gag out, desperate to beg off, to promise them anything, to be their toilet slaves for life, to let them have me as their property.
It was too well tied. I couldn’t get it out. Panic was welling up inside me as she took my foot, gently, then hard as I tried to kick myself loose. My mouth went wide as the feather touched the sole of my foot. My leg muscles jumped, my insides twisting in torment.
She moved lower, tickling behind my knees, inside my thighs, up my side, in my armpit, all the while with me lurching on the bed, kicking in my bonds and struggling, desperately to keep my bumhole shut. I managed it, clenching my cheeks as tight as I could, fighting my own helpless reaction to that awful feather, even when she began to tickle the tuck of my bottom. Then she brought the feather down onto my pussy and trailed it slowly across my anus.
It happened, my gut going into spasm, my muscles twitching, beyond my control. My bumhole just opened. Immediately the contents exploded out, in a high arc of dirty milk, all over my bed, all over the floor, spraying out as my mouth closed tight in agonising shame, until Naomi’s piddle was running down my throat.
Sam had stopped, gasping in shock as my anus erupted. The others laughed, uproariously, Naomi so hard she sank to her knees, Andrea clutching her sides, Zoe with her face scarlet, giggling behind one hand. My hole had closed, but I’d given up, and I let it open again, sending out a second spurt, and third, over my bum, to trickle back under my poor, beaten bottom. It died, to trickle and ooze from my hole, and I slumped down in the mess.
I lay there, my bottom in my filthy puddle, panting through my pig’s nose, and trying not to choke on Naomi’s panties, which where blocking my throat. Sam chuckled, and once more put the feather to my skin. My muscles tightened, my flesh writhing, my insides twisting as it was drawn over my belly. More mess spurted from my bumhole, the feather moving down, over my pussy-mound, onto my sex-lips.
At that my bladder went. I didn’t really even try to stop it, just shutting my eyes in my shame as the pee spurted out, to splash over my tummy and thighs and add to the mess. My muscles had gone, completely, and I just did it on the bed, everything, all over myself, my belly jumping and pulsing uncontrollably as it came out. There was plenty of it, a golden fountain, rising almost vertically from my pussy, to patter down over my body and run into the open hole of my vagina. I was lost, my muscles jumping and twitching in an instinctive response that owed nothing to my mind.
Sam waited until my gushing pee had died down and carried on, teasing my pussy, mercilessly, ignoring the spurts of piddle coming out and the mess oozing from my bumhole. She just kept on teasing me, ignoring the mess, and tickling my pussy and my sloppy bumhole as I jerked and quivered in my bonds. More mess came out of my bottom hole, and I just let it, indifferent to their cries of pleased disgust as it squeezed out and dropped down into the crease of my bottom.
A moment later I’d sat in it, as Sam touched the feather to my clitty. I knew I was going to come immediately. I couldn’t stop myself. She tickled, wriggling the feather over the little tight bud of flesh between my lips, tormenting me, bringing me up and up, until I was squirming, then thrashing crazily, my fat, piggy bottom splashing and squelching in the pool of milk and pee and mess, writhing, struggling, squirming, as it hit me. I’d been stripped, humiliated, tied, tortured, made to piss myself, to soil myself and now, finally, I was masturbating in my own filth, just like the filthy, dirty, brown-nosed little slut-pig I am . . .
I came, an orgasm totally and utterly out of my control, one to send me dizzy and blind, with my vision red and spots dancing before my eyes. It seemed to go on for ever, peak after peak with my bumhole pulsing and my pussy squirting pee, my bottom splashing in the sodden bedclothes, everything coming out, with no control whatever over my own body, just coming and coming and coming . . .
Then I’d swallowed the gag and I was choking, until AJ snatched it free, tearing the strap down over my chin and wrenching out the panties to leave me gasping for breath.
‘Again!’ Andrea exclaimed. ‘She came again!’
‘What a slut! Naomi added.
‘I give up,’ Sam said. ‘I really thought she didn’t like that.’
‘I don’t, I hate it,’ I panted.
‘Yeah, sure,’ AJ slurred. ‘Come on, I don’t reckon she’ll forget this in a hurry in any case. Come on, Naomi, get your kit on. Who’s up for a drink?’
‘Me, and I’m buying,’ Mo answered. ‘To say thank you for letting me in on this.’
‘Any time,’ AJ answered. ‘After all, we’ve got to keep the sluts in order. Get on with it, Naomi, never mind your knicks, go bare. Coming, Andrea, Zoe?’
‘Sure,’ Andrea answered, Zoe responding with a shy smile.
‘Hey? What about me?’ I demanded.
‘You can’t come,’ Andrea answered. ‘They wouldn’t let you in, not like that.’
‘But . . .’ I began.
‘Shut it,’ AJ answered. ‘Or I’ll have Sam mop up what’s between your legs with the knicks, and you know where that’ll go.’
I went quiet, watching as they cleared up, until they were actually starting to leave, when I could hold it no more.
‘Hey!’ I shouted. ‘Untie me! Be fair!’
‘You’ll get out,’ AJ said casually, ‘in time.’
‘I can’t!’ I pleaded. ‘You’ve done me tightly! Please!’
‘Just bite through the rope,’ she said. ‘It shouldn’t take more than an hour or so.’
They just left, laughing together as they trooped out through the door, Naomi and AJ arm in arm, Andrea chatting happily to Mo. As Zoe left she turned, holding her nose and making a face at me. Sam went last.
‘And let that be a lesson to you,’ she said, shaking her finger at me. ‘Bye, bye, Dumplings.’
‘You . . . you’re not really cross, are you?’ I managed. ‘I’ll see you again?’
She paused, took two quick steps back to me, kissed me and ru
ffled my hair.
‘Don’t be stupid,’ she answered. ‘How could we resist?’