VELA TIED BY TRIPLETS: DAY 1

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

Little 8-year-old Vela passed the large house every time she walked to the public pool. Being a large house it also had a large back yard with a 10’ privacy fence all around it. She always heard laughter coming from it as she passed by. Once she stopped and just listened for a few minutes. Her raven black hair cut pageboy style shone midnight blue in the mid-morning sun. Her pure white skin, whiter even than milk, seemed as plaster. Her skin never burned, nor did it ever tan. Her blue eyes sucked you in.

She always wore the same swimsuit. The top consisted of three straps and two little diamonds. One strap connected the two diamonds in front, a second strap coming from the two upper diamonds held it on behind her neck, the third strap came from the two sides of the diamonds tying it on in back. Her bottom consisted of a very tight, slightly too small, piece of cloth which often rode into the crack of her bottom and into her crotch, showing just the snippets of her little labia. She continually had to pull on her bottom to keep it out. The top of the bottom barely came to the top of her little pubis. The back showed the very top of her butt crack. Nobody seemed to care.

As she stood there listening to the boys, she knew they were all 11 years old, triplets, and all with the same name, only spelled differently – Shawn, Sean, and Shaen. She often wondered what it would be like to have a brother or sister. She was an only child. She envied those children who had siblings to play with, especially at the pool. Often she would find a friend or two to play with, but often as not she would have to play by herself.

She always walked to the pool in just her swimsuit and barefoot wearing nothing else, carrying a towel. Finally, after about a month or so, she wondered if they would come to the pool and play with her. There was a gate on the front of the wall where it jutted out about two feet from the house, and she knocked. The laughing stopped, and she knocked again. The boys opened up the gate and just stared at this little girl wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini bathing suit. She noticed the boys were wearing just shorts, and nothing else. They were tanned where the shorts didn’t hide their skin.

“What do you want, shrimp?” asked the first boy nastily.

“I . . . uh . . . I . . .” she stammered, “I just . . . just wanted to know if . . . if you boys . . . boys would like to come to the pool and play with me,” she finally managed to say.

The three boys walked away for just a minute, then came back. “No, but if you want to come in we can play with you in here. How’s that?”

She smiled. “That’s wonderful! Can I come in now?”

“Sure,” said the boys. As soon as she walked into their back yard she noticed some strange things. She had never seen a back yard like this before.

“Go ahead and put your towel down,” said one of the boys. “You won’t need it.”

She laid her towel carefully over a railing to the large wooden back porch. “Now what?” she asked innocently.

The boys grinned at her in a way she didn’t like. The all came up and surrounded her. “Now, we play with you. Our way.” And instantly, while two boys held her, the third untied and removed her top and pulled off her bottom. She screamed, and Shean got behind her with something in his hand, and while her mouth was open shoved a tightly knotted sock into her mouth and tied it behind her head. Next, he tied a blindfold around her eyes so she couldn’t see. Then they let her down.

She reached up to remove the gag and blindfold, but before she could Shawn pulled her hands in front of her, palms together, and tied them together very tightly with rope. With the long ends left he pulled her over to a swing set which had no swings, and got up on a ladder and looped the rope over the top pipe, pulling up on little Vela’s arms until she stood on tiptoe. They heard her screaming through her gag. They didn’t care. The other two boys wrapped rope around each of her ankles, then spread them out to tie them around the spread metal legs of the swing set. She now hung by her wrists and legs, her little chest stretched to its fullest, her belly button stretched up and down, and her little pussy lips spread out as well, the pink inside showing nicely. She struggled, but with no help to get free.

“You know,” said Sean, “we never did get her name.”

“I think it’s Vela,” said Shawn, “she just lives right across the street.”

“Well, how shall we begin?” asked Shaen.

“How about her little butt?” asked Sean. “Come here. You can see her little butt hole from behind.”

The other two boys walked behind Vela’s tied and stretched and tortured body, and sure enough they could see her little anus peeking out from between her pure white butt cheeks, a dark pink puckered area in deep contrast.

Sean reached out and poked at it. Vela screamed. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. All she wanted was someone to play with, not tie her up and torture her like this. He poked her little anus again, and continued to poke it until it seemed to drive her wild. He opened her butt cheeks as far as they would go with his hands while Shawn wet a finger and slowly inserted it into her rear hole. She screamed and writhed at the intrusion, no one ever having touched her there, except her mom when bathing her, and then only in a loving manner and just very briefly to clean her up back there.

Shawn moved his finger in and out, Vela continually screaming and writhing at the tortuous intrusion. Finally, he pulled it out. “Get the whip,” he told Shaen.

Whip? Whip? Oh no! No one had ever spanked her. She had never given her mommy or daddy reason to. And now, the boys had a whip they were going to use on her bare bottom?

The first painful strike came suddenly and unexpectedly. It hurt worse than she could ever have imagined. She had seen scenes on TV with somebody getting whipped, but it never looked that bad. The second hurt even worse, as Shaen hit her even harder. She was really crying now, her bottom burning from the two lashes. Now Shaen really whipped her, sending lash after fiery lash into her naked bottom. She screamed as loudly as she could, but they only went as far as the boys’ ears.

“Enough,” said Sean, “we don’t want to tear her apart. Just torture her severely.” Shaen dropped the whip. Now, one of the boys began to spank her with just his hand, which added to the pain, without doing any more damage.

This soon stopped. “Do you have the pins?” asked Shawn. Sean brought them over.

Pins? Thought Vela. What pins could these be? She didn’t have long to find out. Shawn Pulled and tweaked and twisted on Vela’s right nipple a few minutes, making her scream more. Then she really screamed and wriggled and the allowed the alligator clip to clamp down on her right nipple with a vengeance. Then he did the same to her left nipple, and again she screamed and jerked. She couldn’t take the pain, but she had to. They just left her there a moment to look at her.

Vela settled down as the pain subsided into a dull ache on her nipples. She would tell her mommy and daddy what happened, then these boys would really be in trouble. Then they would see.

Suddenly she felt something whacking against the bottoms of her bare feet. It didn’t seem to bad at first, then the whacks grew faster and harder until the bottoms of her feet screamed from the pain. She didn’t know what was being whacked against her feet, but she hoped it stopped soon. She couldn’t know the boys had riding crops for this purpose, but not this purpose only.

As two of the boys continued to slap the crops against her soles, the other boy began to slap the wide end against her now soaking wet and wide-open labia and vagina. This sent her into convulsions. Never had she experienced such pain in her life. She could do little. She jerked around, trying to avoid the crop, but knew it was useless. The boys stopped with her feet, and just the one crop concentrated on her pussy. She knew that’s what it was called at school. Now why would she think about it being called that at a time like this?

The crop continued to pound away and something slipped inside her down there. She tensed at the intrusion, but it only hurt for a second. As the boy moved the crop handle in and out and the other slapped the flat part of the second against her clitoris (she knew that’s where it was hitting, her mother had taught her all about the human body), she began to feel something she had never felt before, but she knew what it was called. She began to writhe in an uncontrollable, sexual way, and knew she was going to have what her mother called and orgasm, or “cum”. She moved her body back and forth with the inserted crop handle while trying to get the boy to hit her harder against her clit. Apparently he heard her for he did just that.

She continued to writhe around, her nipple clamps bouncing around and causing the pleasurable pain she had never felt before, and soon that electric shock of orgasm surged through her body. She tensed and relaxed several times, allowing the orgasm to sweep over her, sweep through her, enveloping her completely.

“Guys, I think we did it,” said Shawn.

“Vela, are you OK?” asked Shaen.

Vela nodded, sweating profusely now in the hot late morning sun. “Would you like to be untied?” Vela shook her head no. “Would you like to reach orgasm again?” Vela nodded vigorously. Never had she experienced such a sensation, and she wanted to do it all over again. “We are going to add a little something to make it even more exciting.”

Again, she felt a wet finger enter her little anus, and she grunted, but this time didn’t protest. Once again the boys started on her, flicking the alligator clamps, whacking her bare soles with one crop, a crop handle once again up inside her, and the third whacking here against her clit. Now, with a finger up her rear hole, she felt totally relaxed and ready. The boys began very slowly this time, allowing her orgasm to build up over a 20-minute period, then she came again, only harder this time with the finger up her rear hole and the length of time it took them to build her up to it. She tensed and relaxed to allow the orgasm to flow over and through her again, this time in such a state that she hoped it would never end. But of course, it did. Then, when the crop handle was pulled out and the finger pulled out of her rear hole, the combination sent her into yet another orgasm.

When she stopped, her head hung down to her chest, and drool dripped out between her lips and fell onto her already beaded sweaty chest.

“OK, boys, let’s let her down now, easily.”

One of the boys first removed the alligator clips and slowly rubbed them to get the blood circulating again. They untied her feet, removed her blindfold and gag, then untied her wrists.

“Are you going to tell on us?” asked Shaen.

“No, I’m not going to tell on you. On one condition. You do this to me every day, in a different tied-up way.”

“Sure, Vela, we can do that. I guess we’ll see you tomorrow morning then.”

She put on her swimming suit, kissed each of the boys on the cheek, smiled sweetly at them, and left to go swimming, not worried about the welts on her butt. She didn’t care what people thought. Not even her mommy and daddy. If they asked, she just wouldn’t say anything. That’s all...