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BR&T date: Saturday, 4 October 1997

Marie slid down the long slide on her swingset, part of her own private playground that she rarely shared with anyone, except sometimes when she had friends over to visit, like Cindy Graymont from her class in school. As she ran back to the ladder, intending to slide down again, she noticed five boys approaching, boldly trespassing across her mother's vegetable garden to get to her playground without being seen from inside her house. Both of her parents were home that saturday, but they were used to Marie going off to play without asking or coming back for hours, and they wouldn't be likely to come by just then and see the boys. The boys were apparently counting on that, and made no attempt to hide.

Two of the boys, Darren and Rusty, were very familiar to her, unpleasantly so, since they were her neighbors (half a mile away, which is neighbors out in the country). She had known them for years, had never liked them much, and only recently learned to loathe them. Rusty, in fact, was now in her third-grade class in school, having been held back from the class ahead.

Two others, Austin and Dallas, were from the small town three miles north. She thought they might be Cindy's neighbors, but wasn't sure. She loathed them also, from the very first time they came to her house with Darren and Rusty, the week after that awful sunday morning getting tied and spanked in her bedroom. After a bad week at school, in the classroom with Rusty, the second time they came to her house had been worse than the first, mostly because of Austin and Dallas.

She knew the five boys had come over to play with her. She just froze in place, with one hand out on the slide, trying to pretend she didn't see them, trying desperately to believe they weren't there. They intended to do whatever they wanted to her, no matter what she wanted, no matter what she said or did, anyway. They strode up to her without a word and grabbed her arms. Marie stood still and let them move her any way they wanted, without resisting, knowing it would be pointless, even dangerous, to do so.

The fifth boy, about as tall as Austin and thus probably fourteen or fifteen years old, she didn't know at all, having never seen him before. Darren explained to him, "If she doesn't like where we want her to go, or doesn't like what we want her to do, we'll do something she really won't like. And she knows it!"

Marie wasn't sure whether he said it just for the amusement of the other boy, or to threaten her. He certainly found it amusing, but she certainly found it threatening. She didn't want them to do anything to her worse than what they were already planning to do, so she tried very hard to keep from giving them any excuse to do so. Whatever they wanted to do, she'd let them do. She had no choice in the matter anyway. She knew that, too.

They lifted up her arm and tied a scarf tightly around her wrist, then did the same with her other wrist. A boy had a pole about four feet long, among other odds and ends, and he placed the pole through a loop in the knot on the back of her wrist. He pushed it so the knot was near the middle of the pole. He put the other end through the knot on her other wrist, so her arms were behind her back. The boys pulled the pole up by her shoulders and slid the knots on her wrists along the pole to about shoulder width, with the pole behind her neck, her wrists behind the pole. The knots bound her tightly enough that Marie couldn't pull or push her hands any closer or further apart along the pole.

Rusty took a wide U-shaped bolt, put it under her chin with the ends around her neck and through two holes in the pole, and held it in place. Darren screwed two nuts onto the ends of the U-bolt to keep it from pulling back out of the pole. The boys had essentially re-invented an oxen yoke, but in a size to fit a girl's neck, and (so far, anyway) not attached to anything.

Finally, the boys took an old dirty horse's bridle and bit, forced the thick cold steel bit into her mouth, tightened the crusty leather straps behind her head, and adjusted everything to stay on, effectively gagging her.

Marie wondered where they got it. She knew Darren and Rusty didn't have any horses on their farm, and her own daddy's stable hands would never let a bridle and bit get into such a horrid condition. "Ppptteaah! Ppleah!" she muttered in disgust, trying to get some dirt from the bit out of her mouth, but it was too tight and too large in her mouth for her to do so. Forced to taste the bitter mud along with the rusty taste of the steel, Marie made a face and kept trying to twist her head around, hoping to dislodge the bit somehow. Having such a dirty unkempt thing on her at all, let alone in her mouth, made her feel ashamed and humiliated. Having no luck, she gave up and had to endure it. She knew otherwise Darren would 'do something she really wouldn't like' instead. The thought of him doing something even worse to her really frightened her.

"Now she can only whinny and neigh!" Dallas laughingly pointed out.

"And she will!" Rusty added. The other boys all chuckled.

"Time to take this 'mare' to the stable," Darren punned, grinning at Marie.

With two boys on each end of the pole, they turned her and pushed her along so she had to go with them, through an open gateway, down a fence row along a field of barley instead of taking the road, then through another gate and onto Darren's yard, beside his house, along his driveway, and quickly across the road to another field. The five boys with a helpless girl between them crossed the field (a rather long walk of half a mile, in sight of the road the whole way) to a stand of woods on the other side. They took her with them into the woods.

All the while, Marie meekly walked where they took her, without resisting, knowing the boys could do whatever they wanted, and she wouldn't dare tell on them, being too afraid of what they would do to her as punishment. She tried hoping that they didn't know it, but it soon became obvious that the boys all knew it too, and weren't worried in the least about her telling on them.

In the woods, out of sight of any roads and farm buildings, they stopped her. A boy pulled up her blouse in front, past her titties and past her face and down behind her head, while another two boys worked her blouse up in back, pushing the sleeves along her arms until she was topless, the lacy pink blouse wrapped around the scarves holding her wrists to the pole. They slid the knots on the pole as far apart as the blouse allowed without ripping.

They resumed their trip, taking her down a trail, farther into the woods, and out the other side, to a badly-maintained gravel road that seemed to lead only to a rusted gate topped with barbed wire. The gate hung crookedly from old rusty metal fence posts. Barbed wire along the fence in both directions held two faded signs, barely legible from years of weathering, warning "NO TRESPASSING" to anyone who cared.

The boys didn't care.

Gingerly holding the gate aside, avoiding the barbed wire, Darren gestured the others to cross through the gap he'd made. Two boys took the pole across Marie's shoulders, turned her, and pushed her through sideways, one of them leading her and one following.

Her skirt caught on a barb and pulled aside, revealing delicate white silk panties with cute little peaches. "EEeeennhh!" Marie whined, far more terrified of the skirt ripping and her parents finding out, than of anyone seeing her panties, though there was always that, too.

"Hold up!" Rusty quickly shouted, when he noticed. He ran forward and carefully released the skirt from the barb as the other boys waited. "We wouldn't want this pretty little skirt to get wrecked, would we? Maybe we should leave it here, just in case, huh Marie?"

Marie stood still as Rusty held her skirt high. She couldn't answer him, because of the horse's bit in her mouth, and she couldn't knock his hand aside because her own hands were tied. She held her breath and stood blushing, trying to ignore his teasing, trying to ignore him staring at her panties.

Without another word, Rusty yanked her skirt down to her ankles, revealing her panties fully from every side. The boys smirked at her standing there in her panties, otherwise naked from her neck to her ankles. "Now that that useless thing is out of the way, let's get going," he commanded.

Marie stood unmoving, unwilling to leave her skirt there.

"I said get going," Rusty repeated. He waited, but she didn't move.

"We're going, and so are you," Darren insisted. "If you don't leave the skirt and walk, we'll drag you, and that pretty skirt will get wrecked. Do you want that to happen? Or maybe you want to leave those pretty peaches here too, to keep the skirt company. Is that it? Rusty-"

Marie quickly stepped out of her skirt before Rusty could get a chance to push her panties down also. She looked down at it in the weeds, unsure when or if she would see it again.

"Why don't we just get this other piece of junk out of the way, too?" he complained, indicating the decrepit gate. "It's not like anyone's going to notice it's open." He helped Darren pull the end of the gate, lifting and shoving and cursing and shoving again, sliding it inches at a time over weeds that hadn't seen the threat of a mower in years. "Good enough," he decided, when the gate stood half open.

"We probably could have busted it off the fencepost easier," Darren panted, but he was satisfied with the results of his work and saw no need to do any more.

Marie turned as the boys straightened out the pole. She noticed a fresh track of disturbed weeds leading from the gate and out of sight, toward some old buildings.

Darren followed the track, and motioned to the others to keep up with him. Within a few minutes of wading through high weeds, they reached several old derelict buildings, all choked by weeds all around. Darren ignored those buildings, and led the other boys on, back into the thick weeds, and off to another building, quite a distance farther. It was an old stable, very run down and abandoned, unused for years, like the other buildings on the farm since the farm's owner moved away, and far from any other buildings on that farm or anywhere else. They stood at the doorway, looking through into dimmer regions within. Only unpatched holes in the roof let the sunlight in at all.

Marie knew as soon as the boys had her inside, she'd be all alone with them, in a place nobody knew about, and nobody would be able to see them, nobody would stop them, no matter what they did to her. She was afraid of what they would do to her inside, afraid of why they brought her to that isolated location, but she knew it would be useless to resist them. There were far too many things they could tell her parents about. After all, she'd just let them tie her up, and put the dirty bridle and bit on her, and pull her blouse up and see her titties, without stopping them or even protesting, and she knew she would get in trouble for it if they told on her. She doubted any of their parents would care.

They took her into the stable, and stood her between two thick posts that held up the roof, on opposite sides of the center area. They tried to hook the pole over two pegs on the posts, but Marie was too short. They gathered a few old rusty feed buckets, placed them upside-down beside her, and lifted her up to stand on them. Marie still didn't resist, just let them pick her up and stand her on the buckets. They hooked the pole over pegs on each post so she couldn't get down.

They almost had her ready for what they wanted to do, but for a few more important details.

"Go ahead," Darren smiled to the other boys. Austin and Dallas stepped up close to her and lifted her feet one at a time to pull off her sneakers and her socks, tossing them aside. Marie stood there helpless in her white silk panties, softly whining, until Rusty, with an eager smirk on his face, took ahold of the lacy yellow waistband, slipped it down her legs, and pulled it past her bare feet. He threw her panties on the dirt floor in front of her where she could see, the little yellow peaches on white silk to remind her of her nakedness and her shame.

As soon as she stood naked, the boys began sliding the buckets apart. To keep from hanging from the pole over her shoulders, she had to spread her legs as the buckets moved, keeping her feet on them. They slid the buckets far enough apart that she could barely stretch her legs to stand on them. Marie opened her legs, spreading as wide as she could. Her feet, especially her toes, began to hurt her, forced off the center of the buckets and onto the narrow metal ridge at the edge just to support herself. Her pussy lips opened also, right in front of the boys. Her quiet moans of shame as she exposed herself to the boys even more were distorted and muffled, but her feelings were crystal clear.

She stood completely naked, and completely helpless, and gagged, on an abandoned farm a long way from her home, with five cruel boys smiling at her, who knew she could never tell on them no matter what they did next. No one knew where she was, and no one knew where the boys were, and no one was going to happen to pass by and find them. She cried softly, biting the awful rusty metal bit in her mouth.

She hoped they'd be nice. Immediately realizing the foolishness, she hoped they wouldn't be very mean to her. Then realizing that, too, was foolish, she hoped they wouldn't be any meaner to her than usual. Remembering where she was, and who brought her there, she despaired of hoping for anything at all, and just waited in terror, sniffling and crying, certain they would be even meaner than usual.

Four boys watched from beside her where she couldn't quite see them, but she heard their murmurs of enjoyment at the sight of her nakedness. The other boy picked up a riding crop. Marie couldn't turn her head or even look down, but she felt her position only too well: standing spread out naked in front of five mean boys, wrists tied to a pole along her shoulders, a hard metal U-bolt tight around her chin, and a horse's bit in her mouth keeping her from saying anything, with dirty leather straps on both sides holding it in place.

"Now she'll whinny and neigh!" the boy with the riding crop teased from behind her. She recognised Rusty's mocking voice, her classmate at school, going first.

Marie felt the sudden sting of the riding crop on her soft bare bottom. She jerked and let out a little "Eeeh!" She felt it hit again, a little harder, and her body reacted to the pain involuntarily, "ehhhn," making the watching boys grin, eager for even more. "Aie!" she squealed as it hit again. There was absolutely nothing she could do to stop them, and they weren't going to stop themselves; they loved hearing her squeal and loved watching her naked body squirm and jerk as the crop hit her tender bottom again and again. She knew it, and despaired.

Crack! "Eeeehh!"

Crack! "EEeeaahh!"

Crack! "Wwwaaiee!"

Crack! "Wwiiiihh!"

Crack!! "Nnahhyyeeaa!! Aauoooohhw!"

The boy began to snap the crop to make it hit even harder with the end than it would have otherwise. He loved the effect as it bounced off her her bare ass, loved the reflex jerks of the helpless naked girl that his actions caused. Most especially, he loved her muted shrieks after each hit.

Crack!! "WWwwwiiieennyaAAEe!" she wailed in anguish. Her frail arms strained uselessly at the scarves tying her to the pole. The other boys moved in front of her, grinning, delighted by her responses. "Uah! Uuaw! Uahh! Uahh!" she gasped for breath. The horrible dirty steel bit, designed for a horse's mouth, and certainly not for its comfort even when it was clean and new, choked her. "Uauych! Yauuchh! Auuuww!" Her sobs gradually lessened each time, until the crop struck her again.

CRACK!! "YAAAUwh! Nnyaaaw! NNauuuwwhh!" she bawled. She could only lift one foot at a time as she struggled, then she had to put it back on the bucket, her legs as wide as before.

After a dozen sharp snaps on her soft bare bottom, Marie's little screams blended into a constant cry of pain and fear, rising after a stroke, falling off a little between strokes, but unceasing as the boy found his rhythm with the riding crop. He wanted to ride the little 'mare' for a long long time, and the other boys enjoyed watching her 'prance' for him, so he took it nice and slow and steady.

The rhythm only changed when the boys changed riders.

"Time to make her trot, guys!" Darren declared when the boys returned to the rundown stable. Obviously Marie hadn't gone anywhere in the half an hour they'd been away to fetch more toys. Only an occasional squirm trying to relieve the pain in her toes or legs without causing worse in her neck or arms showed that the helpless naked girl could move at all. He picked up the crop and waved it in front of her face, then moved behind her. Rusty stood grinning in front of her, eager to watch her second performance from a better position. He knew Marie would put on a good show.

"Wait until I make her gallop!" Austin whispered to his brother.

"With nowhere to go!" Dallas whispered back, with equal amusement.

The fifth boy raised a video camera and switched it on. A little label on the side of the camera said "property of BR&T." He nodded to Darren.

WHACCK! Darren began without any warmup, or warning. Whack! Whack!! Whack! he continued, without any pause.

"Yaa- AAahhw! YAau- YYAAwwwh!! Huuh- AAWwwh!" Marie began twisting and jerking and struggling, briefly raising one of her feet or the other as she bawled. "NNaaAWWww!" she continued, without any pause.