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Subject: {ASSM} Story Repost - Diary of Carolyn - The Elusive Part 15
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What follows is the elusive Chapter 15 of this story.

Many thanks to Richard S. for e-mailing me this story.  As far as I
can determine through Google searches, this is the last chapter of
this story ever posted to Usenet Newsgroups or any website. 
Previously, it was uuencoded, which Google  strips away before
archiving.

Enjoy it and add it to you previous collection of Skull's work!

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DIARY OF CAROLYN
Chapter Fif-teen
Copyright 1997
Skull Duggery
This is a work of fiction


    Paul and I spent the night in one of the spare bedrooms. I'm not
sure if it was because I won the contest or if the guy that owned the
house was just real accommodating, but it sure beat freezing our asses
off riding the motorcycle home. Besides, I'd been waiting all evening
to find out what it would be like to make love to Paul. The only
downside was those damn water pills. It seemed like I had to go about
every ten minutes. Actually, I was wondering if I'd end up pissing out
all the water in my body and then dry up and blow away like those
mummies do in the horror flicks. Paul thought it was rather comical,
but when I offered to get some pills for him, he quit laughing.

    Paul had had plenty of time watching me parade around in the buff
but now it was my turn to see what he looked like. Paul went on to the
bedroom while I made another trip to the bathroom for what I hoped
would be the last time for awhile anyway. When I got back to the
bedroom, Paul was already butt naked laying on the bed. So far I
wasn't at all disappointed. Paul had a good build for an eighteen year
old guy. He didn't look like a body builder or anything, but he was
lean and well proportioned. Considerably above average in my opinion.
Anyway, it didn't take me long to shed my clothes and join him.

    I was horny as hell and had been for quite a while so even if he
had been butt ugly it probably wouldn't have mattered right then
anyway. At any rate, we were still at it when the sun began it's climb
up the eastern sky that morning.


    My dad was a bit pissed off when we showed up at ten o'clock
Sunday morning. Paul hadn't forgotten the gun collection and was real
concerned about what my dad might do. It turned out all right because
he was actually more pissed at me for not calling and telling him we'd
be out all night than he was at Paul. Nevertheless, Paul opted to
leave telling me he'd see me in school the next day. That worked for
me because after no sleep for twenty-four hours all I was interested
in was a hot bath and dreamland.

    I fell asleep thinking about my new experiences and feeling good
at having broken down some of my mental barriers. It's not that I
wanted to run around being Carolyn the carefree nudist or anything,
but I was pleased with myself knowing that I now could.


    I swear I didn't know anyone except Paul at that party but by
Monday morning the whole school knew I'd won the Miss Nude Piss Slut
contest in the next county. Gawd, what's next? Pictures, book offers,
movie rights? Paul was dead. By nine o'clock I had already sliced off
every one of his fingers in the paper slicing machine. I had cut out
his tongue and burned his eyes out with a red hot iron rod. I had used
a rusty hacksaw to cut off his balls and then pulled his prick out
with vise grips then twisted it until it tore from his body spraying
blood like an open fire hose. I then poured gasoline over the dirty
bastard and set him on fire. That will teach the no good cocksucker to
flap his jaws about me. Now that I had all that straight, all I had to
do was find him.

    "Carolyn! I swear I never said anything to anybody about Saturday
night!" was the feeble lie that spewed from his lips when I finally
cornered him.

    "Oh yea!" I screamed in his face, "Then how come everybody knows
about it?"

    "I don't know baby, but it didn't come from me. You've known me
here in school for a long time. Have you ever heard me brag to anyone
about anything, ever?" He was right. Paul really wasn't the type to
huddle with the boys and detail his activities. If not him, then who?

    I sort of muddled my way through classes the rest of the day
trying to think of who would have seen me strutting my stuff on
Saturday night. I do have to give Paul his due for putting a stop to
the snide comments I was getting. After he jacked Andy Preston's jaw
up for yelling "Take it all off baby," everyone else took the hint and
shut up. Who the hell could it be? I thought about it constantly for
the next two days going over in my mind every face I could remember
seeing but with no results.

    When I woke up on Thursday morning I was still a bit angry over
the deal, but I was also a lot horny. Maybe it was just that it had
been awhile, or maybe I was pissed at myself, but I had a real desire
to self inflict some big-time torture that morning. As I was
considering several options I noticed it was snowing. A fucking
blizzard no less. That would insure no school and I was off Friday
anyway. I was really in the mood for some heavy duty shit so, what
could be worse than a trip to the pump house naked in a blizzard. Add
some nipple clamps and weights and that ought to get whatever is
bothering me out of my system. Don't you think?

    I considered the fact that since it was snowing, it wouldn't be
dangerously cold. Probably around thirty or so. At any rate I figured
it would be cold enough so that I would be painfully cold before I was
back and that's exactly what I wanted. I'll probably never really
understand why I get feelings like I do where I want to make myself
scream with pain and discomfort but as long as it never gets to the
point where I maim or kill myself in the process, I figure what's to
understand. I gathered up a few of my little toys and decided to wear
only my boots and knee length coat since I was going to get naked as
soon as I got to the woods. I figured why bother with anything else.

    It couldn't have been snowing long as there was only about an inch
on the ground and as hard as it was coming down, it wouldn't take much
time to accumulate that much. It was a little colder that I had
expected but that was fine with me. I really wanted to suffer and just
thinking how bad it was going to be once I was nude was making me even
hornier than I already was.

    As soon as I got into the woods I shed my coat. There was almost
no breeze and it was for certain going to be cold enough for the day
to be just what I wanted. Painful. The below-freezing air made my
normally pronounced nipples jut out even further as I connected my
steel nipple clamps tightly onto them. I had also brought along a
length of coarse rope which I tied around my waist and then through my
crotch. Making sure the waist rope couldn't slide down, I then
tightened the crotch rope so that it dug deep into my vagina for a
little added discomfort. It felt all right now, but I figured once I
started walking it wouldn't take long for the rope to rub me raw
enough to be real painful. I then attached a sixteen ounce weight to
each nipple clamp and after a couple of minutes of gritting my teeth
while the initial sharp pain subsided, I went about the final part of
my plan. I pulled a set of hand cuffs from my duffel bag and made sure
I had the key. I then cuffed my wrists together behind my back leaving
the key in my duffel. This final item would insure that I could do
nothing to relieve my torment until I got back and got the key.

    The snow was coming down even harder as I began my walk. The big
flakes stung at my skin as they landed and melted. My skin was still
warm enough to melt the snow flakes but with the moisture they
produced I knew that wouldn't be the case long. My teeth were
chattering like a woodpecker and the two pounds of weight hanging from
my nipples hurt like hell but I was enjoying every minute of it. By
the time I was half way to the big rock my crotch rope felt like it
had grown to twice it's original size. For all I knew maybe it had as
I was excited to the point I was producing a fair amount of juice.
Even so, I kept plodding along keeping in mind that for every step
forward, I would have the same number to endure before I could get
back to where I had stashed the hand cuff key.

    By the time the big rock came into view, walking was becoming more
and more painful. The rope had become wet enough to where it was
sliding back and forth with every step scraping it's coarse fibers on
my now raw pussy. The snow was no longer melting on my naked skin but
I was chilled to the bone. I decided to rest by the big rock for a few
minutes and take stock of my situation. I needed to decide if I should
continue or turn back.

    I had left myself virtually helpless by cuffing my hands behind me
and although I felt a real need to inflict as much pain as I could
stand on myself, I certainly didn't want it to prove fatal. As I
leaned against the rock common sense told me that no matter how bad
the pain got, I could probably force myself to endure it long enough
to get back. The cold however, was a different matter. I had spent a
little more than an hour totally nude in about twenty-nine degree
weather and if I continued on to the pump house that would be another
hour. I felt sure I could stand it that far but once there I would be
looking at another two hours getting back. I considered jogging to
reduce the time as well as provide some body heat but between the
crotch rope and nipple weights I knew that to be impractical. Also the
snow was falling even harder. With everything considered, I started
back.

    It was both a strange and wonderful feeling being all alone and
naked walking through the winter woods in a blizzard. Everything was
dead silent except for the sound of my feet shuffling through the new
fallen snow. If not for the burning pain in my crotch and the sharp
stabs of pain in my breasts as the two lead weights swung about
occasionally banging into each other, I could have let my mind wander
into an unconscious haze along with the pristine beauty of my
surroundings. I must have been in some sort of haze as the next thing
I knew I had tripped on something covered by the snow and was falling
face first to the ground.

    I let out a scream heard only by the millions of tiny snowflakes
as the forward motion of my fall caused the weights to drag in the
snow pulling on my nipple clamps making them ratchet to the point of
what felt like they had crushed my nipples. With my hands cuffed
behind me I had no choice but to roll over on my back to get back on
my feet. Both of my nipples felt as if someone was holding a lighted
match under them as I struggled to regain my footing. The rope I had
running through my crotch tore at my abused labia making it feel like
it was sawing me in half as I finally got back on my feet. I just
stood there cursing myself for not paying attention to where I was
walking and gritting my teeth against the unbearable pain shooting
from my nipples on through my chest. It was actually bringing tears to
my eyes. I then cursed myself for cuffing myself helpless.

    The pain was so intense I was actually becoming desperate trying
to think of some way to make it stop. Also the cold had gotten to me
so much that I was shivering uncontrollably adding to the problems I
already had. I decided to try and slip my wrists over my feet. At
least if I could get my hands in front of me I would be able to
release the clamps. This became a priority as instead of the pain
subsiding in my breasts, it was getting steadily worse. I dreaded
having to sit back down in the cold wet snow but it was the only way.
Once again the crotch rope dug deeply into me as I sat down lighting
fire to my raw and swollen flesh. At this point I would have gladly
traded my long legs for a much shorter pair as I tried to curl myself
up enough to get my wrists over my feet. As hard as I tried, I
couldn't quite make it. The rope in my crotch was to tight to allow me
to bend myself forward enough even though I strained to the point
where I thought I would pass out from the pain. After three or four
tries I was forced to accept the fact that there would be no relief
until I could get back to the edge of the woods. I managed to get on
my feet with much pain and difficulty. The pain in my nipples had
peaked and started to ease up a bit. I don't for the life of me know
why as they were discolored and squashed flat between the steel
clamps. Still in all, I was getting more and more turned on by the
pain and the fact I was powerless to do anything about in for about
the next forty five minutes or so. I was freezing my ass off and the
rope made my crotch burn like fire with every agonizing step. Also, I
had to piss real bad. At least that was something I could take care
of.

    I started to squat to relieve my bladder but as my crotch rope
started to drag through my raw pussy I cancelled that idea. The
thought of spraying piss all over my legs while trying to do it
standing up was less than appealing but somehow inevitable. I managed
to lean back against a tree, then spread my legs as far as possible.
Even so, the rope caused my urine to spray in every direction but
down. The rope had rubbed me so raw that what I perceived would be a
relief was actually a labor of agony as my urine burned like fire
before it landed on my freezing cold legs. However, I gritted my teeth
and squeezed out as much as I could.

    As I continued along, my most severe problems were the crotch rope
and the cold. The pain in my nipples had become tolerable but was
offset by my aching muscles from my body trying to maintain it's
temperature against the winter air. Also, the rope running through my
pussy folds felt like it was made from pieces of broken glass. Still,
I plodded along actually becoming more turned on with each pain filled
step. After what seemed like hours of this torture, the edge of the
woods came into sight.

    I collapsed to my knees, exhausted from my ordeal next to my
duffel bag that held the key to my freedom. Getting it open was to
prove a bit more difficult than I had anticipated. I had failed to
consider that my hands would be numb from the cold and working with
them behind my back not being able to feel anything was making it very
difficult to open the zipper. As much trouble as this was, I began to
wonder how I would be able to use the handcuff key once I had the bag
open.

    It took several attempts but I finally managed to open the bag. My
next problem was finding the key. I had absolutely no sense of feel in
my fingers as I vainly searched through the bag hoping that by some
miracle the keys would somehow sense my dilemma and jump into my
waiting fingers. Miracles, however, only happen to those who believe
that fate is somehow controlled by unseen forces or as a way to
explain away reality that they don't understand. Although I do not
subscribe to that particular philosophy, after enough movement of my
bound hands, they regained enough circulation to enable me to finally
feel the object of my search.

    At this point I was glad I had taken the time to practice removing
the handcuffs before I set out on this latest adventure. Otherwise, I
doubt if I would have been able to free myself in the condition I was
in. Although it took several tries to get the key into the lock, the
feeling of relief that flowed through me when the cuffs clicked open
was indescribable. After shaking as much circulation back into my arms
as possible, I opted to first remove the crotch rope. This proved to
be an exercise in pain tolerance as my ample pubic hair had become
frozen to much of the rope. Being at the edge of the woods I didn't
want to take the chance of someone hearing the scream I new I would
make when I pulled the rope free, I covered my mouth with one hand and
tried to prepare myself for the inevitable agony that was to come. The
fact that my body was numb with cold did nothing to ease the pain of
ripping my pubic hairs out by the root as I screamed into my hand
while I pulled the rope from my tortured crotch. All I could do was
stand there shaking while I built up nerve enough to remove the clamps
from my nipples. I knew from experience what I was in for when the
circulation returned after being clamped this tight for this long.


                    END
               Chapter Fif-teen



          As far as anyone knows,
Chapter 15 is the last posting by the author.

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