By Louetta


This is part 2 of 8 of an adventure I did for my
brother's college buddies. I was eighteen.


Promptly at noon an SUV arrived to pick me up, one of
the huge ones that look more like commercial vehicles
than cars. There were five people in it, three guys and
two girls. I remembered them from college parties my
brother had invited me too. I sat in the third row with the
two girls. The two guys who weren't driving sat just in
front of me in the second seat. I knew this was for a
reason. As we drove off the girls had me lean forward
while they bound my wrists behind my back. They took
my cross trainers and my socks off and bound my
ankles. At that point they waited until we had crossed
the bridge and got to the New Hampshire tolls. 
Then, past the view of the toll takers,
they blindfolded me and we drove for two hours. It was
uncomfortable sitting like that having my hands tied
behind me. 

I was wearing a short-sleeved white blouse, a little
bra, short denim shorts and white cotton underpants.
Not long after they finished tying me one of the girls
unbuttoned my blouse down to my waist and pushed it
off my shoulders. She unhooked my bra in the front and
pushed the cups to either side, bareing me in the front
to my belly button. Even blindfolded I could tell from
their voices the guys in the passenger seats had turned
around to stare at me. After a
while I knew we were close to our destination because
even though I couldn't see I could feel us turn off
the smooth paved roads onto the dirt road which led to
the site of the festivities.

Ten minutes later we came to a stop. My clothes were
arranged as I had put them on and I was trundled out
of the SUV, hands and feet still bound, still
blindfolded. I practically fell over and finally
someone had sense enough to untie my ankles. After all
I could hardly run away. Still blindfolded, a
boy on either side of me holding me by the arms, they
walked me along the path I knew led to the clearing
where I would be tortured. Already my
nipples were so hard they hurt and my pussy cried for
relief.

We had arrived at the clearing and my blindfold had
been removed. We were at the bottom
of a long hill. It was there at the bottom I would
be strung up and put on display for an hour. A long
piece of two by four had been put up years ago between
two trees, tied in the crotches of branches on either
tree about nine feet off the ground. I'd be suspended
in the nude from that and would face up the hill. This
was just to get me naked, loosen me up a bit, give
people a chance to come by and chat and give me a
chance to think about what was going to be done to us.
Thinking about it can be the best, and the worst, part
of any ordeal like this.

My brother took control of the proceedings. First 
he ordered me stripped naked. I was put in charge of four
of his college buddies who would do the honors for
me for most of the day. Three of them were guys. Not
to my surprise they happened to be the three guys I
had dated but I hadn't fucked any of them. Just a 
little petting. The fourth person was a girl. She
was there to make sure none of the guys tried to 
slip me the root when no one was looking. And
I knew from personal experience that two of these guys
could have done it so quickly no one would have had
time to notice. Including me. But I digress.

They proceeded with the stripping. The contract I had
signed called for a forced stripping but it didn't
really happen that way. They had to untie my wrists so
I could take my shirt and my bra off, which I gladly
did. I loved the feeling of the warm sun on my bare
tits. Then they had me cross my wrists in front of me
and one of the guys who had dated me tied my wrists
tightly together. 

One of the other guys threw a rope
over the two by four over my head and they tied the
other end of it to the rope that bound my wrists. Then
they pulled on the free end of the rope until my hands
were straight up over my head and I was almost on
tiptoes and they tied off the free end of the rope to
a tree and I was suspended and helpless. I still had
my shorts and my panties on but they soon remedied
that. One of the guys stood in front of me leering
at me and slowly unzipped my shorts and began to
wiggle them down over my ass. 

As soon as I was naked, people started gathering in
front of me, mostly staring at me from a distance. 
My brother told my keepers to put suntan
lotion on me and spray me with bug spray. I needed the
sun tan oil on my bare ass which was almost snow
white. 

My brother told me that there was a ground
swell of interest in seeing my breasts whipped. My
contract called for only an ass and back of the upper
thigh whipping. I told him I didn't think it was fair
to wait until the victim was naked and helpless to
start discussing changes to the contract. If I knew I
was going to have my breasts done I would have had a drink 
before hand to dull the pain. Having my tits whipped
hurt bad since I'm so thin. 

But I told him I'd do it if they used a single tail
whip while they were doing my boobs and if the guys
who had dated me got to do the whole whipping. I
figured it would be sexy to make the guys who had
derived so much pleasure from my naked body inflict a
lot of pain on it. Plus, during a whipping a certain
amount of emotional intimacy is created between the
person being whipped and the person doing the
whipping. Especially if they are facing you doing some
really special girl body part like your tits. It's
almost like sharing your body with a boy during a sex
act. 

I'm sure that same type of intimacy is created during
a crucifixion. In any case I was soon to find out.
More people are involved and they are not actively
participating in torturing you but you still have the
guys standing below you, devouring your naked body
with their eyes while you're undergoing the torture.
Every part of you is offered to them. Tits, cunt, ass,
everything. You belong to them and if you survive they
take with them a little part of you you can never have
back. A little bit of your innocence, a little bit of
your heart. They forever have an intimate connection
with you because they've stripped you naked, had you
helpless, made you scream in pain. It's like letting a
guy fuck you. For a time he owns all of you. You're
pinned underneath him and part of him is inside you.
And you can never erase the connection you have with
him. That he's had your naked body. 

I always wonder at that part of it, letting the guy
into my own private world while he's torturing me. 
He told me they didn't have a single
tailed whip so I told him they could just rap two of
the tails of the three tail whip they were going to
use on me around the handle and presto, a single tail
whip. 

For a minute I just basked in the glow of my nude
body, of what was being done to it. I love being tied
up and, having my arms stretched high above me, my
body displayed at full length in front of all these
men, was delicious. I could feel the sun on my back
and on my bare white ass. Despite being hung between
two trees the sun was high enough so it reached me
between the branches. Despite the ninety-five degree
heat the sun felt good. It felt strongest on my bum.
I've noticed that sunbathing topless or in the nude.
The sun always feels hotter on the white parts of my
body. 

Hanging there helpless I kind of threw my hair back
and stuck my tits out and ground my hips a little. I
squeezed my thighs together and felt the warm wetness
of my cunt and the tightness in my abdomen that some
time later would explode into many orgasms. For a
minute I slipped away inside my own little world but I
came back down when they started putting suntan lotion
on me. The three guys who had dated me shared the
honors. Of course it was just an excuse to feel me up,
they could care less if I got a sunburn. It was the
first time any of them had gotten to see my pussy.
They made the most of the opportunity. 

After they finished, people started coming up to visit
with me. Some of the boys talked to me as if we had run
into each other at a frat party,like I wasn't naked and 
helpless. The girls just stared. Some of them made 
comments on my body. My tits were popular. They're OK. I like
them. Small. Right for my body. They're bigger
now that they were when I was younger but smaller than
my sister Robin's who is four years younger than I am.

It was strange trying to talk to some of the boys.
Some of them unabashedly stared at my nude body. One
guy walked slowly around behind me and surveyed my
snow-white bum at some length. I smiled thinking maybe
he was more interested in that than my anterior
features. If so he was wasting his time. Nobody's ever
done me in the ass and as far as I'm concerned
nobody's going to. Even if I am tied up. 

Hanging there naked with all these people around me,
staring at me, made me hornier and hornier. One girl
came up and described to me what being crucified was 
really going to be like. The gathering ache in my arms and
shoulders from holding up the weight of my body. The
agony of trying to push myself up by my legs so I
could breathe. The scraping of the wood of the cross
against my back and the raw red welts on my bare ass.
The agony of not being able to get enough air, of
slowly suffocating. And of it going on hour after
hour. And there's no reprieve. Just me and the agony 
of slowly dieing on the cross. By the time she was 
through talking I was so wet I could feel it down my thighs. 

A girl who was ministering to me came up to me and told
me it was time to do a little more to me to loosen me
up. Nipple clamps and stuff. I told her I had to pee
and she told me if I could hold it she'd let me do it
in the woods when they cut me down to go to the
whipping rather than piss on my leg. That was fine
with me. 

To help me start off on my little journey of pain she
brought out a little tray of various nipple torture
devices and displayed them for me. I shuddered a
little thinking about having those things applied to
my tits but I knew I had to get some endorphins
flowing before I went to my whipping to make it easier
for me. Great pain was only a quarter of an hour away.
She selected a few for me. Nice silver clamps, each
made of two silver sections, an inch and one half
pieces connected by screws at each end and equipped
with ring nuts so they could be tightened down on your
nipples. 

"Here we go, Sweetie," she told me as she put her tray
down and fitted one of these on each of my nipples. 
Then slowly while a group of boys watched she began to
tighten them. Each wing nut tightened just a little
bit at a time. And slowly the little needles
penetrated my nipples. I winced. She tightened. I
winced again. "Shit!" I swore as she tightened them
further. "Shit, shit, shit!" It hurt like hell. But I
loved it. I loved every second. I loved the pain and I
knew this would help me get ready for my whipping.

She left me alone with myself and my nipple rings. I
looked longingly up the hill. They had finished
putting the whipping frame together. Two posts about
ten feet high. The posts were about ten feet apart.
I would be tied in the nude to ropes running
from eye bolts at the top of the posts and at the
bottom next to the ground. In less than ten minutes
I would be spread eagled naked between a pair
of those posts. The crowd would hush. And there in the
hot sun I would wait fore the whistle of the whip and
the unbelievable pain as it found my soft young body.
And for an hour I would be whipped. Whipped until I
screamed for mercy and then whipped some more. All in
preparation for the cross that loomed further up the
hill. 

With just five minutes to go a guy came and stood in
front of me. One of my brother's lacrosse buddies.
A huge guy, bare chest, beer in hand, nice looking.
The strong, silent type. He said nothing but
he stared down at my nude body. Then he looked at my
face. He looked me right in the eye. Then he put his
hand out and gently caressed my bare tits with his
fingertips. "Kiss me," I told him. I was so horny I
could scream. He leaned over, put his hand on my neck
up under my hair and kissed me hard. He tried to force
his tongue between my teeth and at first I wouldn't
let him but then I did and he kissed me harder and
harder. 

I pushed my body up against his and started to hump
his thigh. He stopped kissing me and I pushed up
against him some more. He put his arm around my back
and held me to him with his thigh pushed up against my
cunt and my tits rubbing against his chest and I
rocked my hips up against him like just twice and my
body exploded. I screwed my eyes shut and just rocked
back and forth as hard as I could against him and I
just came and came and came for what seemed like an
hour. I just came and came and came and it was
delicious, my tits felt like they were on fire and the
tight spot above my cunt just released and I just
couldn't help it.

I kept squeezing up against him so hard I thought he'd
break and my whole world turned into bright colors
just like it was the Fourth of July like they say in
bad novels and it was just tremendous and I was so
happy I could have cried and it just seemed to go on
and on and I could feel the heat of his body next to
me and I just came and came and came. It seemed like
it lasted for an hour but it was really only maybe two
minutes and then finally, slowly, I started to come
back down to earth again and I just sort of leaned up
against him with my chest heaving, out of breath, my
breasts all flush and sweat coming off me in the hot
sun and finally he took his arm off my back and let me
just hang there still breathing hard and I opened my
eyes and we just looked at each other. 

He smiled and in a few seconds he
was gone. And for another minute I just hung there by
my ropes and just basked in the good feelings of my
own body, in the glory of having just cum and cum and
cum. For a little bit longer I just enjoyed my own
naked body, nipples clamps and all, and then finally I
was ready and they cut me down to go for my whipping.

It was now about three o'clock. The sun was still high
in the sky behind me and for a couple of minutes I
just hung there and enjoyed my nakedness. A bit of a
breeze on the front of me contrasted nicely with the
sun on my back and my bare ass. I was still sweating
from the exertion of having cum in the ninety-five
degree heat.  

Back to today it was great getting off outdoors and I
just loved feeling the heat of my own naked body in
the hot sun. At this point I was still strung up by my
wrists. I noticed my wrists had been chaffed by the
ropes, probably while I was cumming. It hurt but the
pain felt good. I still had the nipple clamps on and
the little needles that they had driven into my
nipples still hurt but it almost seemed like partial
numbness had set in. My shoulders and my back and my
arm muscles were stiff from not being able to move for
an hour and even though I wasn't really suspended
everything from my nipples up to my elbows ached with
the effort of holding myself erect. To me that felt
good. I looked out at all those people waiting to see
me flogged half to death and even though I had
just cum I began to get horny again just thinking
about being there, tied up naked and helpless.

I had been whipped many times
before and I did know what was about to happen to me.
I felt that little tingle of terror somewhere down in
my tummy. But I wasn't really scared. I wanted what
was about to be done to me.

The girl who was
helping me came and unscrewed my nipple clamps. They
hurt like hell coming off. It wasn't the first time
somebody had put nipple clamps on me but these had
those little sadey-mae needles in them that had
pierced my nipples and that made it worse. Then the
three guys who had dated me came up and cut me down. 
When the rope let go I just fell into a heap. And nobody made a
move to help me. Just like I was a real captive. Or a
sack of wet cowshit. I'm a country girl.

