VELA TIED BY TRIPLETS: DAY 3

BY SCAVENGER

Vela opened her eyes, sunlight shining on her nude body. She stretched, her air conditioner raising goose bumps on her milky skin. Her nipples became erect in the cold air as well. Ever since she was four, she hated wearing clothes. Her mom finally gave up on making her put her jammies or nightgown on for bed. Once in her room, she always took them off. Her mom even let her play naked inside the house.

Vela got up and put on the tight little swimsuit. She ran downstairs and her mom had her breakfast ready. An egg, toast, and a glass each of milk and orange juice.

“I’m leaving again early today, mom, to go to the pool.”

“All right, dear. Have fun.”

“What is the temperature supposed to be today?”

“Well, let’s see. It’s about 8:30 now, and it’s already over 90 degrees. By 10:00 it should be close to 100.”

“OK. Bye!”

She ran out the door, and eased herself to the gate across the street. Her little bottoms had eased up into her crotch and slid into her butt crack. But that didn’t matter now. She decided yesterday that today she would remove her swimsuit before she even went in. Which she did now. She pulled off her top, then her bottoms, and folded them together and laid them behind on the small sidewalk. She hesitated before opening the gate. She was scared, she was excited, she was . . . fearful. But was she ready? She didn’t know. Did she want what they would do to her? Yes. No. Yes.

She knocked on the gate. It opened and the three boys stood there waiting for her. They gently pulled her into the back yard. Sweat began to pour off her body in the early morning heat. The boys wore their skimpy swimsuits and nothing else. She looked at their crotches, and noticed bulges there. She knew about penises, and testicles, and how boys had sex with girls, but she had never seen a naked boy yet, nor had a penis inside her. She wondered how it differed from a crop or fingers.

They led her to the swingless swing set again. The blanket lay where it had lain yesterday. Two of the boys held her up by her armpits while the third forced her to her knees. He lifted up her left ankle and using lots of rope tied it to her left thigh. Then repeated the process with her right ankle and thigh. He forced her knees apart as far as he could get them, then used two more ropes to tie her legs to the swing set legs. She was literally split, her pussy lips spread wide open. They tied each wrist, then pulled the ropes up and out, tying her arms as spread as far apart and as high as they could. They blindfolded her, then gagged her. No one touched her. They just let her hang there, suffering in the heat. She began to struggle. She wasn’t sure, but she thought the boys were watching her. She wanted to put on a good show for them, so she struggled even more, twisting and pulling and tugging and heaving her pelvis forward and back again and again. She yelled into her gag, and continued to struggle until she grew tired.

Someone pinched her very sore nipples. She jerked, and they continued to pinch them, making her squeal and squirm even more. He twisted her nipples, pulled them out as far as he could then let them spring back to her heaving chest. He rolled them in his thumbs and forefingers, then yanked on them really hard. He was merciless. She cried, screamed, twisted, and knew she wanted this. She now craved the tying up and the pain.

The now, crops hit her on her pussy and on her ass, first very easy and slow, then harder and faster, and harder and faster until she was being hit so hard the pain seemed unbearable. It continued. She thought it would never stop. It reached the point where she almost passed out. But apparently the boys knew when to stop. She sagged in her bonds. She mewled into her gag, wanting them to let her go and not do anything else, yet wanting them to do more to her.

No one touched her again for a while, allowing her to rest and come around. Someone removed her gag. She didn’t say anything. She knew something new was going to happen. She felt something soft against her lips. She opened her mouth, and received whatever it was they were offering her. Then she knew – a penis. One of the boy’s penises entered her mouth. She moved her head back and forth, biting down a little, not enough to hurt, just enough to give him some pleasure. He grabbed her head and pushed it onto his penis until it hit the back of her throat. She nearly gagged, but continued to suck and nibble on his penis. Finally, she felt him squirt something into her mouth. She knew this was his semen. She swallowed as he continued to squirt. He pulled out, the salty but not unpleasant taste still in her mouth.

Now, the second penis entered her mouth, and she proceeded to do the same thing. Then the third boy stuck his penis into her mouth. Again, she sucked him off. Her entire body thrilled at being tied and forced to suck off three boys. They replaced her gag.

Now, she felt one of the boys in front of her, and one behind her. The one in front pushed his chest against hers, and soon felt his penis fill her pussy. The boy in back, his penis well oiled, slowly slid it into her anus. She now could move neither forward nor backward without being impaled by a penis. She could feel them touching on opposite sides of the little membrane separating her vagina from her anal canal. Never before had she experienced such a sensation. Neither had moved yet.

Then slowly, both boys began to move in and out, but not at the same time. As one move out, the other moved in. She could feel her clit being rubbed as the boy in her pussy moved in and out.

The feeling began to come, the sense of orgasm, but yet so far away. The boys were moving too slowly for her to be able to cum. Still they continued to move in and out of her holes. The boy in front reached up and squeezed and twisted her nipples. She screamed. He reached behind her and grabbed her butt, and pulled her to him and the other boy reached around her, grabbed her lips, and pulled her against him. She felt herself being pulled apart.

Now, they speeded up a little. Now, the orgasm approached a little closer. He tiny chest was heaving, and sweat rolled off all three of their bodies. They moved faster, and her only interest, her orgasm, approached slowly.

Then she felt them. They spurted into her, their semen into her vagina and her anus. They spasmed several times, then pulled out. And she hadn’t even nearly reached her orgasm. They pulled out, and she could feel their sperm running out of her two holes.

OH GOD! WHEN WILL THEY LET ME CUM! WHEN WILL THEY ALLOW ME RELEASE!

One boy stuck his finger up her anus, another into her vagina and against her clit, then began to move in and out and rub away. She began to squirm, to writhe, to whine through her gag.

YES! IT WAS ALMOST THERE! HER ORGASM! COMING! NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

She screamed, tensed, curled her toes, and relaxed several times. They stopped, and she hung there, spent, in her bonds.

Soon, they released her.

“Not tomorrow. It’s Saturday. Our folks are home. Maybe not ever again.”

“But . . .”

“No, just don’t come back any more. We can’t do this any more. Goodbye, Vela,” and each one in turn bent down and kissed her pussy lips and patted her naked bottom.

Very looked down at herself outside the gate. The rope marks were really prevalent this time. And this time, when she got home, her mother finally did ask her about them. And she told her everything that had happened the last three days . . .

“But Vela, you know that house has been abandoned for the last 10 years. The realtor told us that when we moved in here. Take a look. It is nothing but a run down old house.”

Vela looked out the window and saw the falling and rotting house. Then she looked at her rope marks. She knew, in spite of what her mother said, that she was there with the three boys. Where they came from, or where they went to, she didn’t know . . .