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Subject: {ASSM} Story Repost - Diary of Carolyn - Part 11
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Hi folks,

Sorry about the delay, but I hit Google's posting limit.  Today should
finidh the re-posts of the story.

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


    It was a couple of weeks before my life got back to normal. That
is if you call my life normal. It was an average boring Thursday in
mid October and I was trying to day dream my way through the last
class of the week. Kristen had been bugging me to come over to my
house all week, but, I guess with the funeral and all I just hadn't
felt like doing much of anything. Maybe it was her bugging or maybe it
was just me, but I kept thinking about our last get together and
decided maybe I was ready to try something with her again. We talked
after class and decided to set something up.

    I had had the chance to meet Kristen's parents since the last, and
only, time she had been to my house. They were nice folks, but
compared to mine they may as well have been prison guards. Over
protective doesn't come even close to their attitude with Kristen.
Kristen would have to skip school again in order to spend Friday with
me so I suggested she try to get her parents to let her sleep over.
That way I told her, she wouldn't have to worry about getting back to
catch the home bus. Kristen thought it was a wonderful idea and said
she'd call me later and let me know. We said our good-bye's and I
started the walk home. Kristen called about eight that night. I could
tell by her voice that she must have got the OK from her parents. She
told me I could expect her about eight in the morning and to hold on
to my ass because she had some really wild shit in mind. I said OK and
hung up. Kristen is still a little scary sometimes. My dad had gone to
some equipment show for his company and wouldn't get back until
Sunday, so at least we would have the place to ourselves. I figured
I'd get to bed early. There was no telling what sort of "wild shit"
Kristen had in mind so I figured I'd get plenty of sleep.

    Kristen was right on time the next morning. This time I didn't
bother to get dressed and greeted her at the door in the nude. She
didn't seem to mind. I believe this to be true only because before
Kristen got sat down at the kitchen table she was also nude. I made
her some sour mash coffee of which she wasted no time in consuming.
Actually I'm a bit surprised the "I believe I'll have a drink" group
didn't suck it up after the funeral. Maybe they didn't like sour mash.
No, I watched them and if they had found it it would be gone. I made
Kristen a second cup and then listened while she told me of all the
fun stuff she had thought up for us to do.

    She started by telling me she had never been naked outside and
from what I had told her of my experiences she wanted to try it. I
agreed, but I also reminded her it was October, and in case she hadn't
noticed while jogging over here, it was less than ideal nudist
weather. She agreed it was pretty chilly outside, but said she didn't
care. I wasn't overly enthused about freezing my butt off, but I have
to admit, the thought of watching Kristen freeze her ass off was
making me real horny. We went about collecting whatever funtime toys
we thought we might use and put on just enough clothes to safely get
to the woods. Kristen was absolutely buzzing with excitement as we
walked across the open field. As for myself, I couldn't wait to see
how well this petite little girl did in this chilly weather once she'd
taken her clothes off. The trees still had most of their leaves
although they had taken on the bright colors of autumn. It was an
overcast day, the kind of day that lets you know its not long before
winter, but still warms up to fifty degrees or so. Not so bad except
when you're nude for a long period of time. I knew what to expect as I
had been nude several times in colder weather than this. Once we were
under the cover of the woods, we stripped off everything but our
shoes. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, noticing she was
already shivering. "Hell yes," she replied, "I can stand it as long as
you, maybe longer." I was glad she didn't say no because for some
reason I was really getting off watching her suffer. I'm not sure why
I felt that way, maybe it was her over confident attitude, but I
wasn't about to knock it. I was really starting to get into this, and
I wanted to see just how much she could take.

    I explained where we could go and not get too far from our clothes
in case one of us decided to give up. I think if I told her we were
going to stay here naked until tomorrow she'd have said OK. Kristen
suggested we put on some nipple clamps before starting out and that I
could use the same ones as her. Seeing nothing wrong with that, I
agreed. Actually I had no choice as since Kristen had said before we
left that she had everything we might want already in her back pack.
After a few seconds of rummaging around, she produced four steel
clamps, and I do mean clamps!

    Actually, I believe the correct description was, large battery
charger clamps with strong springs and sharp and nasty looking
serrated ends. Just looking at those babies made my nipples hurt. I
told myself for one sure thing, I intended to see two of those
monsters hanging from her breasts before I would on mine. I started to
wonder who was going to show who as I also realized I really didn't
know how much Kristen could take.

    To my surprise, Kristen suggested that we each put the clamps on
each others nipples. That part I didn't mind. It was the reason she
gave that gave me that funny little feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Kristen proceeded to tell me that she had used these particular clamps
before, and they hurt her so bad that it was hard for her to bring
herself to put them on herself. I then asked why she used them if they
were that painful. She just smiled and said "Because I like it when it
hurts real bad." Once again I found myself at a loss with her logic.

    Kristen handed me the clamps and then put her arms around my neck,
arching her back to make her breasts accessible to me. Her dark
nipples were already at full attention from the chilly fall air and I
couldn't resist spending a few minutes on a little tit play. "Ummm,
that feels so good." she whispered in my ear as I played with her rock
hard and obviously sensitive nipples. I could feel myself getting wet
thinking of the pain that would soon blast through them when those
sharp serrations bit in. "Are you ready?" I asked as I kissed the top
of her shoulder. "I'm ready." she replied as she tightened her grip on
me anticipating the pain to come. I kept getting wetter and wetter as
I thought how this little girl, knowing how much pain these clamps
were going to cause, was holding on to me to get through it. Her bare
skin felt cold against my cheek as I moved my head down so I could see
what I was doing. Kristen's body tensed even more as she felt me
position the first clamp over her left nipple.

    I released the clamp, letting the steel teeth dig into her erect
nipple. Every muscle in her young body strained to the limit, but
Kristen didn't cry out. I then let the other clamp sink it's sharp
steel teeth into her right nipple. This time Kristen cried out. I was
so turned on by watching her endure what had to be excruciating agony,
I think I would have cum right then if not for the fear I was feeling
knowing my nipples were next.

    Kristen just kept her arms around my neck, quietly sobbing for
what must have been ten minutes or so. When the pain had subsided
enough, she let go of me and stood back. The look of pain in her tear
stained face full well told me what I was now in for. I was beginning
to feel real queasy as I saw how severely the clamps mashed her pretty
nipples. I got even queasier when she asked if I was ready.

    I really wanted to say no. Don't get me wrong, pain does turn me
on. It's just that I wasn't totally certain I could stand the amount
of pain I knew these monster clamps would cause. Also, there was a ego
issue. I was, believe it or not, afraid of being shown up by Kristen.
Unfortunately, I was in a catch 22. If I did anything except let her
put the clamps on me, the end result would be the same as if I
couldn't stand the pain once she had. Hesitantly I replied, "I'm
ready."

    I put my arms around Kristen's neck the same as she had done with
me. I half expected she would play with my nipples as I had done with
her, but that was not to be. Kristen wasted no time in applying the
first clamp which confirmed my worst fears as I awoke anything that
may have been asleep with a loud scream. Before I could even catch my
breath from the first attack on my poor left nipple my right one
caught fire. I screamed and danced around for what must have been ten
minutes before the pain subsided enough for me to get myself back
under control. I looked down at my throbbing breasts expecting to see
blood squirting from my tortured nipples but there was none. From the
pain I was feeling I thought at least my nipples had been cut clean
off but they were only severely mashed. Not at all unlike Kristen's.

    We hid our clothes under the tree and headed for the old pump
house. As we both were pretty cold, Kristen's idea that we jog instead
of walk seemed to make sense. At least it did until my nipple clamps
started flopping around making each step total agony. I would have
slowed to a walk except Kristen's were flopping even more than mine
and she just kept jogging. Oh well, if she can stand it, so can I.

    We were both out of breath by the time we reached the old pump
house. I also knew I was going to have to swallow some of my pride and
remove the nipple clamps. My breasts were in so much pain after twenty
minutes of jogging that I just couldn't stand it any longer. I was
just about to tell Kristen of my dilemma when I noticed she was
already removing hers. At seeing this, I wasted no time in removing
mine. When I looked a little closer at Kristen's nipples, it was clear
why she had taken hers off. There was a small trickle of blood coming
from each nipple where the clamps had actually punctured her skin.
After seeing that, it was hard for me to imagine how she had been able
to get this far. It was still pretty cold as we both got a drink from
the old pump and it didn't look like it was going to get any warmer.
At least the sun was warm and actually, other than being
uncomfortable, I wasn't all that cold. Kristen on the other hand was
not doing as well. I started to get that turned on feeling as I
watched her shiver. Her goose bumps made her fine body hair stand up
and she looked like a little fuzz doll standing naked in the woods. I
went and put my arms around her, not so much to warm her up, but to
feel her naked body against mine. Damn, she felt good. Unfortunately,
Kristen wasn't ready for love making yet.

    What she was ready for both shocked and pleased me. She wanted me
to torture her for awhile. Although unsure how she wanted me to do
this, I readily agreed. I had yet to reveal to her that I was aroused
by the idea of inflicting pain on her, but seeing how it was her
suggestion, all the better for me.

    What she had in mind was simple. The old pump house had a beam
protruding from the roof with an old iron hook attached to the end of
it. Probably used to hoist water barrels onto wagons in the olden
days. I was to tie her wrists together with some soft nylon rope she
had brought along and then hoist her up so she could slip the rope
over the hook thus leaving her suspended a foot or so above the
ground. She then had me get a leather horse whip out of her backpack.
Flagellation was something I was less than familiar with. I had once
tried whipping myself, but it was sort of like trying to beat yourself
up, not very effective. This would be different. I could feel myself
already getting wet just thinking about laying it on this defenseless
little girl suspended in front of me.

    I took it upon myself to suggest tying her legs together so that
she wouldn't accidentally kick me in the head or something. Kristen
agreed and added that I should find a stick or something to keep her
legs spread apart. This I did. There were plenty of sticks to choose
from. I chose one about three feet long.

    Having securely tied her ankles to the ends of the stick, I
stepped back to survey my handiwork. Magnificent! Her skin was
stretched taught over her petite frame showing every straining muscle.
I just had to tease her a little before I started her torture. I made
her shudder as I ran my fingers over her cold skin. She was helpless
hanging there. I could do whatever I wanted. I slowly moved my
attention to her hair covered vagina. To my surprise she was also very
wet as I slipped my left middle finger deep inside her. Kristen didn't
appear to mind. I moved my finger in and out while gently rubbing her
clit with my thumb. At the same time I started doing the same to
myself. As I stroked and rubbed Kristen, I stroked and rubbed myself.
I went a little faster. My plan was to bring Kristen to the brink of
orgasm and then stop. Judging by the fact that she had her eyes glued
to my bush watching me jerk myself off, I figured she must be getting
close. I went a little faster. I kept it up until her juices began
dripping off my hand and I felt the first pre-orgasmic spasms tighten
her vaginal muscles around my finger. Then, without any warning, I
stopped jerking her and sat on the ground where she could watch me
continue jerking myself into orgasm.

    "Oh, you fucking bitch!" she screamed as I watched her thigh
muscles strain against the stick trying in vain to give herself enough
stimulation to achieve a climax. The more she fought, the more excited
I became. Every muscle in her body bulged as she tried to pull herself
into any position that would allow her to close her legs enough to get
that last bit of stimulation she so desperately needed. Watching her
straining to the limit of her strength was more than I could take.
"Damn you, you fucking cunt, I'll get you for this!" was the last
thing I heard her scream as I exploded into orgasmic ecstasy.



    Kristen was still bitching up a storm when I returned to the land
of the living. Amazingly enough, even though it was only about fifty
degrees, we had both worked up a sweat. Actually I felt wonderful.
There was only one thing bothering me, and I was about to fix that. I
started looking through Kristen's backpack until I found just what I
was looking for. It was a funny thing, Kristen quit her screaming and
bitching as soon as she saw me pull the roll of duct tape from her
backpack. No matter, I used it anyway. I felt myself getting
dangerously into this role. I was in total control of the entire
situation, and loved it. Kristen was totally helpless hanging from
that iron hook. She couldn't free herself or even make an intelligible
sound with the duct tape stuck across her mouth. I was in complete
control of her immediate future and didn't even feel guilty about it.
After all, she told me to hang her up there. Well, didn't she.

    It took several tries before I got the hang of Kristen's horse
whip. Actually, I didn't practice on her, I just let her watch as I
honed my skill on a nearby sapling. Gawd, I was feeling so wicked.
Satisfied I now had the feel of the whip, I proceeded to my victim. I
must have had a vile look about me because Kristen actually looked a
might worried as I cracked the whip close to her feet. She was trying
to tell me something but I just couldn't make it out through the duct
tape. No matter, I was sure it couldn't be important. I cracked the
whip again, this time making contact midway up her thigh.

    "Dance you whore!" I thought, fancying myself as some sort of high
executioner type. I also figured I better not get to carried away,
after all, I might be on the receiving end of this whip someday. "Fuck
it." I thought, "high executioners live for the moment." as I let the
whip find another spot to liven the nerves on my victim's naked flesh.

    Again and again the leather whip left red welts on Kristen's
tender skin. My aim was improving with every stroke. I would lay a few
across her ribcage, then a few more across her tender thighs, finally,
a few across her midsection. Kristen danced and jerked with every
painful lash. I laid about ten across her back, and ten more across
her tiny butt for good measure. She kept shaking her head back and
forth trying to say something through the tape. The way she was
acting, I got the feeling something was wrong.

    Realizing how carried away I had gotten, I put down the whip and
removed the tape from her mouth. "Jesus fuckin Christ! What are you
trying to do to me?" she sounded like she was half out of her mind as
she spoke. "First you play with me until I almost cum, then you stop.
Now you whip me until I'm ready to cum again but you won't let me.
Why?" I didn't know what to say. What did she mean?

    Kristen answered my thought before I could speak. "Whip my pussy,
damit. Quit whipping my body and just whip my pussy so I can cum!" My
feeling went from one of guilt to one of anger for feeling guilty.

    So be it. If you want your pussy whipped, you'll get your pussy
whipped.

    The high executioner never fails.

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