By Louetta


This is part 3 of an 8 part story about an adventure with some of
my brother's college buddies.



While I lay there they took the ropes off my wrists and I started
rubbing them to try to lessen the pain. I reminded the girl that
she had said she'd let me go pee in the woods so I wouldn't have
to go on my legs but the three guys who had dated me insisted on
tying my hands behind my back first. What did they think I was
going to do? Run off barefoot through the woods completely naked
miles from a road and try to escape? Anyway they had me get on my
knees and started retying my wrists behind me and while they did
so I looked up the hill at what awaited me.

Up beyond that I could see the cross standing alone in the sun
waiting to claim its naked victim. The thought of being whipped
didn't really scare me since I'd been whipped many times before.
But you never know how bad it's going to be and how much you'll
be able to take. And I had belatedly agreed to let them whip my
tits. At one level I really enjoyed being whipped anyplace else,
except my cunt of course, but tit whipping always hurt me like
hell. I just don't have enough tit to cushion the blows and
sometimes it seems like the whip is driving what tit I do have
back against my breastbone. The thought of being crucified did
scare me tho, but first I had to get through the whipping. At
least today, with the crowd there, I knew they couldn't kill me.

Anyway two of the three guys who had dated me hauled me to my
feet by my arms and the girl took me back into the woods so I
could pee. The guys wanted to watch but I said no. I admit I'm a
little weird but watching people urinate is a little too much.
Anyway we got back out of sight and I squatted down with my hands
bound behind me and the girl let me pee and even wiped my
privates with a fluffy towel. Then she put more sun block on me.
All over me. It was funny having a girl rubbing my breasts and my
bare ass but I liked it. She was kind of cute. She had really
nice big tits. Then she sprayed me with some more of the bug
spray. She fixed my hair a little and gave me a long drink of
water and then it was time to go to the whip. I could hardly wait
for the first stroke against the soft flesh of my bare ass.

The first thing they did was untie my wrists and handcuff me, my
hands behind my back. I'd rather feel the roughness of the ropes
on my skin, and the handcuffs actually hurt a little but I let
them do it. I figured this was far from the worst pain I'd feel
that afternoon. They put a collar around my neck and attached a
chain. The chain was like thirty feet long. They started wrapping
it around me, around my arms and my body and, when they got down
to where my arms went behind me, just around my body. They
wrapped the chain really tight and it hurt me. When they got down
to my waist they ran the chain in between my legs and pulled it
up tight in the back and padlocked the end to one of the loops
around my body. It hurt a lot, it was so tight and the links in
the chain rubbed against the outside of my arms and around my
waists and especially between my legs. The links of the chain
went right between my pussy lips and hurt me just standing still.
But I didn't complain. I wanted this to happen to me. And after
all they were supposed to be torturing me.

As we walked, the chains that bound me began to hurt even more.
With every step the links rubbed harshly against my arms and my
sides, wherever they touched me. Sometimes they'd catch against
my tit rings and they'd pull on my nipples.

But the chain between my legs hurt worst of all, of course. I
wondered if the people at the home center had any idea where some
of the chains they sold ended up. Between a helpless girls legs,
hard and cold against her cunt lips. I've had ropes down there
and they're a turn on. But the chain just hurt me. Every step the
cruel metal scrapped my cunt.

I have always marveled at the sensuality of a girl's breasts. I
loved my own and all the pleasure they had brought me. And they'd
brought a few guys some pleasure too along the way. I'll always
remember the first time I willingly bared my chest for a boy, as
opposed to being stripped for some game. And the first time a boy
felt me up, again really felt me up like a boyfriend, not while I
was tied to a tree or something by the neighborhood guys. Now in
a very few minutes, however, my breasts would bring me great
pain. Just as the blond girl's breasts were bringing her pain.

I could see the attraction watching a girl whipping had for all
the guys. Whenever I was whipped I loved every minute of it.
They'd strip me and tie me up and flog me within an inch of my
life. I was very young the first time. The younger and more
virginal you are the better they like it. Not that I can claim to
be a virgin, that went a long time ago. But at eighteen I still
looked innocent and pure, especially with no cunt hair. The
fantasy works for some people. I remember screaming for mercy
that first time, my body twisting back and forth with the pain,
trying not to lose control. And finally, in the last half hour,
they broke me. But they didn't stop whipping me. That last half
hour was hell on earth for me. And the people whipping me and
watching me suffer loved every minute of it. I broke out in a
cold sweat and fear seized my entire body. I began to shake
uncontrollably and pleaded with them but they wouldn't stop. I
remember pulling desperately against my ropes but I couldn't get
free, no matter what I did. I couldn't close my legs. Guys told
me I was like a vision of loveliness up there. Completely naked,
all breasts and cunt and ass, soaked in sweat, my body twisting
helplessly as the whip kept hitting me. But despite all the agony
I came so many times I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

I noticed there were a lot of college guys here today, guys older
than I, just barely eighteen. I wondered how many naked girls
they had seen in their lives. Whether they had ever seen a naked
girl tortured like they would today. I thought of my own naked
body and how they'd spend the next four hours staring at me. I
looked forward to it. I thought about the first times guys had
seen me nude. I was already wet but it made me even wetter to
think about it. I love having guys watch me. I love running on
the beach in my littlest bikini. I love sunning myself on my
porch in the nude knowing my brothers can get a glimpse of me. I
wanted to be naked before these guys. I wished I were the first
naked girl they'd ever seen.

Then we proceeded up to the whipping posts. They stood me in
between the two that were still available, four by fours about
ten feet high and ten feet apart. Gleaming silver screw eyes at
the tops and the bottoms of each pole beckoned for the chains
that would soon hold me.  A ladder stood at the ready to help
stretch my naked body up toward the sky. They undid the two
shorter chains that had been attached to my neck chain and had
been held by the girls. They unlocked the padlock that held the
chains to my body and began unwrapping them.

I sighed with relief as they took the one through my legs off me.
They unwrapped the rest of it and undid it from my collar. They
took the collar off and positioned me between the posts. They
undid one side of the handcuffs and immediately attached another
set of cuffs to the wrist that was now free. They took the
shorter chains that had been held by the two girls and slipped
the part of the open side of the handcuffs that would normally go
around your wrists into the last link of the chain and snapped
each cuff shut. One of them climbed a ladder to the top of each
pole in turn and ran the free end of each chain through the screw
eyes at the top of each pole and let the chain trail down to the
ground.

All the while they just let me stand there. They seemed to know I
wouldn't run away. And it made me feel even sexier knowing I
could have tried to run and I didn't. I wanted to surrender
willingly, naked, naked as the day I was born. They put a furry
bondage collar around each of my ankles. They padlocked one end
of the long chain that had been around my body to the d-ring on
the collar around my left leg, ran it through the screw eye at
the foot of the left post then all the way across underneath me
to the right post and then back and through the d-ring on the
collar on my right ankle.

Then slowly, carefully they spread my feet apart and pulled the
chain taut so I couldn't move my feet either in or out. I could
see the boys in the crowd stare at my cunt. Dream on, boys. This
is your only chance. Well, now and when I'm on the cross. Then at
the same time they began to pull the chains attached to the
handcuffs on my wrists down through the screw eyes up above
raising my hands up over my head until I was spread like a
starfish. Then they pulled me up as tight as I would go. "Shit!"
I yelled out as the handcuffs pulled tight against my wrists.
"Shit!" I cried again as they padlocked the chains to the lower
screw eyes to hold me stretched tight. I was completely and
utterly helpless, completely and utterly exposed, naked and
helpless, spread eagled in the sun.

They gave me a minute. Or at least I had one. I needed to gather
my strength for the ordeal at hand. I prayed a little. Hail,
Mary. Mary, help me. I talked to myself a little. It was just
like before a race. You can do this. You CAN do this. And I
thought I could. I would. I had no choice. And now I am ready.
Ready for my whipping. Too wonderful by half. Naked in front of
all these people, legs spread wide, the hot sun shining on my
sweating body. I felt the sudden ache inside me, deep inside,
that tells me I need to get off. As I hang there that's all I
want. I don't really care what they have to do to me to get me
there. All I care about is the deep delicious pressure inside me,
the warmth in my breasts, the quivering of my ass, the wetness of
my cunt. I can smell myself, the smell of sex, the smell of a wet
and horny girl, a girl who's ready, legs spread and willingly.
Me. If only they'd touch me. Down there, almost anywhere and my
thin brown body would explode. But I'll have to wait. Wait for
the thinness of the lash to cut my soft white ass, my snow white
tits until my cunt explodes and I scream with the relief only my
body can give me. Such sweet agony. It's almost more than I can
bear. And they haven't even hit me yet.

The guy who helped me cum appears in front of me. He stares me up
and down. My soft brown puppy body is his for the taking, however
he might. I wondered what it would be like to have him fuck me. I
knew he was wondering what it would be like to do it. He pushes
my hair back from my face. Gently. Softly traces the tan lines
over each of my tits, circles his fingertip around each nipple
and gently flicks my bare nipples. He has a nice touch. He can
have me any time he wants. Like right now.

His finger goes right down the middle of me, between my tits,
down between the two halves of my ribcage to my bellybutton where
by now it's damp with the sweat that's collected there. Then his
finger trails down further over my tummy through the little brown
forest of hair between my wide spread legs. And then he touches
me, now his fingers are inside me, between the soft pink lips and
on my clit. He puts his fingers to his lips, wets them and brings
them back down. I feel them inside me. Gently. Like we were
lovers. Inside, he rubs me lightly. My hips move, my eyes close,
my body stiffens, I'm almost there. The sudden heat radiating
outwards from my cunt. Nothing else like it. And then he stops.
He takes his finger away and leaves me hanging. I nearly collapse
right there. Brought to the edge and then the ultimate
disappointment.

When I open my eyes he's picking up the three tailed whip. For an
instant my heart stops. I think about this big strong man
applying those cruel strips of leather to my helpless young body.
Everywhere. Every inch of me. For an hour. He doubles it over in
his hands and places the looped end on my chest just above my
tits and slowly moves it down the same path his fingertip took.
He looks me in the eye. "I'm going to enjoy every minute of
this," he tells me. "So am I," I think to myself but I say
nothing. I'm so hot I could scream. He holds it there for a
moment then raises it to my mouth to have me kiss it. To kiss the
lash that will bring me such pain. I kiss it gladly.

"Shall we get started?" he asks. "Yeh," I say softly. 
