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DIARY OF CAROLYN
Chapter Two
Copyright 1997
Skull Duggery
This is a work of fiction.


    It took several days for me to completely recover from my last
little escapade. I was sure, well, pretty sure none of my classmates
noticed my slightly bow legged walk or my lack of a brassier the first
few days of school that fall. At least no one mentioned it. I was also
relieved to learn due to some scheduling problems, I wasn't assigned
any gym classes for the first two weeks. My bruised labia might have
gone unnoticed due to my ample bush but I could in no way hide my
severely discolored and bruised nipples. At my young age, I was still
amazed how so much pain could result in so much pleasure. I mean, even
the discomfort I was feeling now excited me.

    As the school days turned into school weeks, and the fall to
winter, the first snowfall brought welcomed relief from my monotonous
schedule. Hardly a day had passed since my end summer experience at
the old pump house that I didn't think of that most fantastic orgasm
and wishing for more. I had imagined myself many times since in
similar situations but with school and all, could not make an
opportunity to do so. In addition, I knew a large part of my
excitement was being naked and vulnerable out of doors but the sub
freezing winter temperatures virtually made that an impossibility. I
did however make an attempt during Christmas vacation, but, as I will
explain, the results were less than I had hoped for.

    My opportunity presented itself two days before Christmas. Both of
my parents left to spend the day dropping off gifts and visiting
several friends in the area. They indicated they would be home very
late and didn't seem to mind when I declined to go along. I quickly
began to formulate a plan. Although it was a bright sunny day, the
temperature was only supposed to reach about twenty degrees. I
probably wouldn't have even attempted this but my last trip to the
pump house had spoiled me and I was desperate for another wildly
fantastic orgasm. I could usually bring myself to a climax by various
indoor means, but without that added excitement and vulnerability of
being nude in the wide open spaces, there was just nothing super
special about it.

    The winter so far had been cold but with less than normal
snowfall. Considering the snow cover was only about six or eight
inches deep I put on a pair of fur lined boots that ended two or three
inches below my knees. I then tried to decide what clothes I should
start out with. However, with my excitement building with anticipation
of the ordeal, I opted to wear only my three quarter length parka.
Just the thought of being completely naked under the parka started me
tingling. Oh, I should mention on one of my trips to the local
hardware supply, I found some self locking clamps that tightened
themselves in relation to the amount of pulling tension applied to
them. I don't know if you have ever had a clamp slip off your nipple
when you weren't expecting it, but it brings on an instant reality
check. I could load these little babies down until my screams echoed
from the walls and they would stay attached. Excuse me, I got myself a
little excited. I'll get back to the story now.

    Having gathered my things together, I proceeded to walk across the
field to the edge of the woods. The cold air stung my legs in the
uncovered gap between where my coat ended and the boots began. There
wasn't much for cover in the woods this time of year, so I had to walk
in a hundred yards or so before I was comfortable that I couldn't be
seen. I may have been crazy, but I never was much of an exhibitionist.
Even though I was tingling with anticipation, it took a few minutes to
get courage enough to shed my coat and expose my nudity to the winter
air. Being determined to continue, I took one last look around to be
sure I was alone, then let my coat fall to the ground.

    To my surprise, it wasn't nearly as bad as I had imagined.
Fortunately it was a still day with only a barely perceptible
occasional breeze. My plan this day was only to go as far as the big
rock. Having lived in this climate for only a month short of seventeen
years, I knew I could not last for more than two hours maximum at this
temperature and it was an hour each way to the rock. I had been
waiting for months to do this and my excited mind moved quickly into
fantasy land.

    It's strange how the mind often tailors it's fantasy to the
situation you're in. Although I was an only child, I began to
fantasize I was being punished by my two older sisters for some minor
indiscretion that displeased them. I imagined them vowing I would
never forget the pain and suffering they were about to inflict on me.
Knowing that my time was limited I had already attached my new clamps
to my sixteen ounce weights and had brought along four additional one
pounders for good measure. For some reason, my threshold for pain had
increased and I wanted to assure myself of a gigantic orgasm.
Squatting down resting the first two weights in the snow, I attached a
clamp to each nipple, imagining my siblings were forcing me to install
my own implements of torture. I then did the same on each side of my
clitoris being sure to get a good grip on the sensitive flesh. I
couldn't resist running my cold finger up and down my moist slit. I
had to force myself to stop. I was so close to climax I didn't dare
move for fear it would send me over the top and I hadn't waited this
long for it to end in the first fifteen minutes.

    As soon as I was back under control, I drifted back to my fantasy
imagining my taunting punishers, all warmly clothed, pleased with
themselves watching this poor naked teenager struggle in the biting
cold trying to lift four pounds of lead with her most sensitive flesh.
I then rose to my feet as the clamps bit deeply pulling hard as I
started to walk. I was really cold but for some reason, not shivering.
Maybe because of the low humidity. At any rate, I felt the need to
increase my self torture. I stopped when I was near the half way point
to the big rock. I was most definitely very cold and the swinging
weights caused me considerable pain, so the uncertainty of my being
able to go the next half hour with double the weight excited me even
more. As I squatted down I thought how displeased my evil sisters must
be that I have endured this well. They vow to make the next part of my
lesson sheer agony.

    I attached four more sixteen ounce weights to the four already in
place. I really had no idea if I could even manage to endure getting
this much weight off the ground, much less stand it for thirty
minutes. I gathered all my strength and rose to my feet. It felt as if
my flesh would tear from my bones. I some how kept from crying out,
but the pain was so intense, I started to feel a little light headed
for a few moments. Oh ,how pleased my sadistic sisters must be. They
have to know how much I hurt. It took every ounce of determination I
possessed to begin walking again. I could only feel the unrelenting
pain burning it's way through my groin. I could not see my labia but
it felt like it was stretched past my knees. But I knew that wasn't
possible. Or was it?

    I'm not sure if it was the cold, or just that I had been looking
forward to the mind numbing orgasm I knew was soon to come for so
long, but somehow I withstood the most intense and searing pain I had
yet to subjected myself to. I had also been victorious over my
imaginary evil minded sadistic sisters by never allowing myself to cry
out from my agony. As I reached that big rock I dropped to all fours
in the snow. As I rubbed my palm back and forth through my crotch
letting one finger find it's way to my clit I could feel myself on the
brink of ecstasy. It was at that point, seconds before I would have
screamed in orgasmic pleasure, that I heard it. Voices.

    They didn't sound very close but the fact I wasn't alone in the
woods put me into a panic. I removed the clamps as quickly as I could
and stuffed them into my duffel bag. The woods offered much less cover
with the trees bare of leaves. Frantically I huddled by the cold rock
looking and listening for any clue as to where my intruders were. With
all traces of fantasy or fun now gone from my thoughts, the reality of
how bone chilling cold it was began to sink in. My teeth began to
chatter uncontrollably as I crouched in the icy snow listening for a
sound. My panic increased as I began to think maybe they heard my
chattering teeth and knew where I was. The noise from my teeth
probably couldn't be heard more than two feet, but at the time they
sounded like jack hammers to me.

    After about another ten minutes I knew I would have to do
something. I knew if just stayed where I was I would freeze to death
or at least end up frostbitten. I hadn't heard any more voices so I
carefully moved around the rock keeping a sharp eye out for anything
that moved. Nothing. I began to wonder if I had just imagined hearing
voices. One more trip around the rock. Nothing. Something felt funny
in my crotch. One quick look and feel made my mind up for me. Voices
or no voices, I had to get back to my jacket and home. Take my word,
when your pubic hair is frozen together with cum juice, it's time to
go.

    I picked up my duffel bag, took one last look in every direction,
then took off on a dead run towards home. The cold air made my lungs
ache but I kept running anyway. When I finally reached my starting
point, I grabbed my much welcomed parka, put it on and collapsed in
heaving exhaustion. What had took me an hour to walk, I had run in
less than fifteen minutes.

    I'm not sure how long I lay there before I regained enough
strength to go the rest of the way home but I was still half out of
breath as I got to my house. I immediately drew a hot bath, then eased
my tired freezing body into the tub. The warm water felt so good, I
soon drifted into an exhausted slumber.

    It was late in the afternoon when I finally awoke and dragged
myself from my bath. After drying off I flopped naked on my bed and
tried to make some sense of what had happened to me. I was still
unsure if the voices I heard were real or imaginary, and if they
weren't real, I fucked myself out an orgasm I'd waited months for.
This, however was something I'd never know. End result? Fucked up.

    The rest of that winter was pretty much uneventful with the
possible exception of my seventeenth birthday. I did get laid by a
very good looking senior football player. The guy was super popular
and had just about every girl in school hot after him. I was actually
surprised at the time to get a date with him. Don't think I'm putting
myself down or anything, I mean, I'm no Cheryl Tiegs then or now, but
I figure I'm at least a good strong eight in the looks department and
if you're into slim hard bodied girls with small tits and long hard
nipples(I wonder what caused that?) and a nice thick bush to bury your
face in, I'm definitely a ten.

    I won't go into great detail about this date as there was only
this one with the football jock. Please understand, I had a great time
and if you're fond of five minute fucks, and then hearing all the blow
by blow details of your sexual experience being discussed by people
you don't even know, his name was Steve Greene.



    Once again I must attend to other matters. I will continue to
recount some of my more memorable experiences as soon as possible.

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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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