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VELA TIED BY TRIPLETS: DAY 2 Vela left her house over an hour early, telling her mother the pool was opening an hour earlier and staying open an hour later. Even though she thought she was telling her mother a little white lie, the city decided to do this very thing. But that was the last thing on her mind. She stood just in front of the gate where she had been pulled in yesterday. Today, she was there voluntarily. She wanted . . . no, needed more of what the three boys did to her. Finally she opened the gate, dressed only in her too-tight bikini swimsuit and carrying a towel. The boys were waiting for her. One boy locked the gate, a second removed her top, and a third removed her bottom as she lifted one foot, then the other so it would come off. She now stood before them completely naked. She noticed all three of them were fully dressed today in shirt, jeans, tennis shoes and socks. Yesterday they had worn only shorts. Their dress today sent a little shiver through her body, knowing she stood naked, and in a short time would be tied up by these same three boys. One of the boys (all had the same name, just spelled differently – Shawn, Sean and Shaen) pulled her hands together in front of her, palm to palm, and wrapped his large hand around her small wrists. He pulled her toward the swingless swing set. Under where they had tied her before, between the wide spread legs of the set, lay a blanket. The boy holding her wrists turned her around and pulled her wrists behind her, again palm to palm. She felt him begin to tie her wrists that way. He used about 20’ of rope to tie them, wrapping the ends back and up her arms, pulling her elbows together and tying the rope off there. She breathed just a little harder. Another boy showed her the gag she would wear, a soft rubber ball set in the middle of a large knee sock. The boy put it against her mouth, and she opened it to take it in. It seemed too big, but he stuffed in as far as he could get it with his thumbs as he applied pressure to the sides of her head with his fingers, then wrapped the sock around her head twice and tied it tightly at the back of her head. Two boys picked her up by the arms while the third picked her up by her still untied feet and lay her face down on the blanket. A second boy joined the other boy at her feet. They tied rope around each knee leaving ends of about 10’. They crossed her ankles, bending her knees to get her feet as close to her bare butt as possible, then with 20’ more of rope began tying her ankles together. Not quite finished, they took more rope and pulled her wrists back to her feet and her feet to her wrists, pulling a rope between the two sets of bound appendages, then wrapped her feet and ankles together, tying off that rope. Her poor little body now lay on the blanket in a severe bow. Tears began to flow. She didn’t know if it was from the pain, or the pleasure. One of the boys then placed cloths on her eyes, then tied another knee sock around her head to hold them in while at the same time placing a rope directly against her head so that the sock would hold it in place. Once the sock had been wrapped twice around and tied off, the rope from her blindfold was pulled, arcing her head back, and tied the ends to her wrists/ankles. But they weren’t finished yet. Another rope thrown over the end of the swing set was tied to her wrists/ankles, pulled up so she was suspended at head height, her tortured body now bowed even more, then the ropes placed earlier on her knees pulled out as far as the boys could get them and tied them off to the legs of the swing set. Vela was now completely and totally helpless, her body stark naked, blindfolded and gagged. Her little anus and labia were pulled open by the way the boys had tied the ropes. But still, they weren’t finished. One of the boys snapped alligator clamps on her nipples again, only this time they were attached by twine going through the holes in the clamp ends. She screamed through her gag at the new additions, but of course her scream barely reached the boys’ ears, and they stood right next to her. And, the addition of a heavy lock to distend her little nipples just added to the pain in her chest. Jerking around just made them pull harder, and pulling harder on her nipples made her jerk around. Finally, she subsided, and they just let her hang there in her 8-year-old naked and tied body, studying that whiter than milk-white smoothness, that midnight-blue hair in pageboy cut. Thoughts ran through her head. What were they going to do to her? Would it hurt more, or less, than what they did yesterday? Would she be able to hold out? When were they going to start? How much longer could she stand the pain coming from her nipples? How long would they keep her here? Her bottom still hurt from yesterday, would they hurt her bottom some more? She felt hands running across her little bottom. They felt so good. They ran up and down her naked bottom, pinching and pulling and scratching, causing her to struggle. Another boy began on her feet, running fingers up and down her soles and toes, adding to the torture of her bare ass. Then wetness, and she knew the boy was biting and licking her toes and soles. This continued for she didn’t know how long, her body swaying in the air, the clamps pulling on her painful nipples. A finger found her anus and played along it, up and down it. She squirmed a little more. Someone else found her pussy. She felt a finger run up and down it lightly. She squirmed a little more. Some one flicked her clit. She jerked this time. She felt something slick being rubbed around and into her anus. After yesterday, she knew it must be baby oil. Once completely drenched, she felt one of the boys insert an anal plug into her rear hole. She squirmed and squeezed her butt muscles together, but it slid in easily and seemed to pop when her anus sucked in the large bulb at the end, and as hard as she tried, couldn’t get it pushed out. It filled her completely back there. She loved the sensation it sent through her. Now the excruciating pain once again hit her as the boys clamped metal clamps on each pussy lip. She didn’t know what was to come next. Suddenly, a terrific shock generated from down there as one of the boys turned on and increased the power slightly on an electric shock device. Again and again, shocks hit her, and each shock almost paralyzed her. Sweat beaded across every inch of her skin. She couldn’t even scream. Time after time, shock after shock. She couldn’t bear it much more. When she thought she would pass out the shocking stopped. The clamps were removed, and her labia rubbed to get the circulation back into them. She screamed again and again at the pain. She still felt the butt plug filling her rear hole. But now, another lock was added to her nipple clamps. She knew her nipples couldn’t take much more. They seemed to be pulled to their maximum, seemed as if they were being pulled all the way to the ground by whatever weight the boys were using on her. And she still hadn’t been able to reach orgasm yet. No one touched her now. The warm breeze was cooling her, the sweat rolling profusely off her tiny body. She hung there again. Her body a little play thing for the boys, she waited for whatever they were going to do to her. She wished they would hurry up. The suspense was almost worse than what they did to her. Still no one touched her. She began to wiggle as best as she could. This sent the nipple clamps swinging, so she stopped. The clamps pulled on her nipples so hard she couldn’t take it now. She wanted them off her nipples. But she knew that they would be left there until the boys were ready to take them off. Once again they started scratching and pinching her bottom while another started on her feet again. Oh, how she wished they would stop/continue! She wanted this, but how much could she take? Her little body seemed to be at its maximum pain level, yet still she took more of what they offered. Suddenly, light rubbing of her pussy lips, the turning of the butt plug, the light flicking of her clitoris. She writhed as the boys continued to manipulate her. The clamps burned her nipples. The light touch the boys were giving her would not allow her to cum. She attempted to force her body against the fingers, but tied as tightly as she was it proved fruitless. The boys continued to taunt her with just their very light touching and rubbing. One of the boys continued to turn the butt plug in her anus, which sent her through spasms. But again, not nearly enough to send her into an orgasm. She needed one badly. She wanted one badly. She pleaded mentally with the boys, but apparently they didn’t have telepathy. Then, the boy playing with her lips slid a finger up inside her. She squealed at the welcome intrusion. But still, he moved his finger in and out so very slowly, it did nothing but excite her, not even allow her to come close to an orgasm. Then, every thing stopped, the fingers stopped, and the boy emptied her vagina again by pulling his finger out. It was becoming more than she could bear. She began to shake from crying, needing to cum, but deprived of that simple little matter. Again she hung there, suspended, naked, tied, gagged and blindfolded, waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Suddenly pain on her little pussy. The crop she knew so well from yesterday once again made its mark on her. It slapped against her little lips, and she jerked at each slap of the crop. The boys watched as her labia swelled with the pounding of the crop against them. They became red and swollen. She cried out, but the sound went nowhere. The slapping became harder and harder until she screamed again and again, but no amount of screaming made him stop. She was theirs to do with as they wanted, and she knew it. This is what she wanted. Or she thought so, anyway. Stopped. It stopped. They allowed her to rest. Then, a finger once again into her pussy, then she felt two. And three. They stretched her to the point of almost tearing her apart. In and out, in and out. And the butt plug being turned around and around in her anus. And her clitoris being rubbed. Soon, it began. She could feel it build up slowly. Yes! This is what she had come here for, why she had let them do the things they did to her. And with her movements, the nipple clamps swayed, pulling on them now even more, hurting with pleasure this time, instead of pain. Soon, it began to build a little more. Please, she begged them, please let me cum this time! But no. They stopped again, fingers came out of her pussy, butt plug stopped turning, clit no longer rubbed. Oh, god, how much longer can they do this to me? As long as they wanted. She hung there again, no one touching her. Sweat dripped off her naked body. Her neck ached from being pulled back. Wait! NO, PLEASE, NOT ANOTHER ONE! Yet a third weight (another lock) was added to the twine connecting the two alligator clamps squeezing her nipples. And now, the pain was totally unbearable. She didn’t know how much farther her little nipples could take the weights, but she felt as if they were being torn off her body. One of the boys sent them swinging. NO! OH! OWWWWWW! OH GOD! PLESE TAKE THEM OFF! Now, a single finger into her pussy, another rubbing her clit, another boy turning the butt plug as fast as he could. OH PLEASE LET ME CUM NOW! OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!!! The orgasm began to build, slowly, slowly. A second finger entered her pussy. YES! ANOTHER FINGER, PLEASE! Yet a third finger into her pussy. All of them moving in and out, one rubbing her clit, another now moving the butt plug in and out as well. Stronger and stronger her orgasm built, until, at last, it shot through her like a hot poker. She screamed as loudly as she could, tensed and relaxed many times this time, her toes curling in the ecstasy, telling the boys just how strong an orgasm she experienced. The boys all then counted to three, and at three they pulled their fingers out of her pussy while the other pulled out the butt plug. Again, a second orgasm hit her hard just from that. She began to cry. The boys removed the clamps from her nipples and rubbed them for circulation. This hurt her, but knew she needed it. They untied her knees and brought her down, removed the blindfold, gag and all the ties. She put on her swimming suit and picked up her towel. “Tomorrow?” “Sure.” These were the only
two words spoken the entire time she was in their power. |