The Weekend
By Sardonicus
Prologue
The weekend that would change my life began with an innocent Saturday morning
jog through the woods on my boss's estate.
It was June, last year. I had just graduated from law school and was clerking
at the most prestigious law firm in Atlanta while I waited to take the Bar exam
in August. Life was wonderful! Upon passing the Bar, I would become an
associate in the firm, the track to full partnership almost assured. My boss,
the senior partner in the firm, George Whistler, lived on an estate in the
extreme northern suburbs of Atlanta. It was a large estate, with heavy woods
occupying most of its western half. George knew I had run cross-country in my
undergraduate days so he had generously offered me the use of the many trails
through his forest, anytime I wanted a good run. This particular Saturday, in
early July, I had decided to take him up on his offer. He was in New York for a
few days, but he had said "anytime", so I drove the five miles from my bachelor
apartment to his estate, parked at the edge of the forest, and began my run.
The day was warm so I wore only brief nylon running shorts and cross-training
shoes. I decided to pick a trail which led into the center of the forest, then
I would turn around when I reached the fence at the northern border of his land.
I estimated it would be about a six mile run and that was about all I figured I
could handle, not having run for a couple of months.
Five minutes after I had started to run, I was jogging at a comfortable pace. I
had worked up a light sweat and was really getting into the run and the day.
The forest was a fairly thick mixture of Georgia Pines and various other trees,
with paths dappled with sunlight and covered with soft pine needles. When I
heard the yells, I first thought I was imagining things.
I heard what sounded like sharp cries coming from off to my right. I slowed,
prepared to run on when satisfied that it was only forest noise, when I heard it
again, clearly now. "Owwww! Don't, please! Owwww! Stop!" It was definitely
a female voice and, whoever she was, she was definitely in trouble. I moved
silently toward the voice, not wanting to announce my presence until I could see
what was going on.
I was off the trail now, working my way through some fairly heavy undergrowth.
The voice came again, and this time I heard another. "This is just the
beginning, sweetie. Wait 'til you see what we've got planned for you next!"
This voice, too, was female, but she was clearly enjoying whatever was
happening.
I dropped to a crouch as I drew closer. Finally I was able to peek through some
bushes to see the source of the voices. I couldn't believe my eyes!
There was an amazing scene before me. It was a good-sized clearing, next to a
stream that meandered through the forest. It was, or had been, some kind of
camping/picnic area, because there were a couple of large, solid-looking picnic
tables near the stream, and there was a stone fire ring that contained a small
fire. What amazed me, though, were the occupants of the clearing. There were
three young women, about my age, in view. One of them, obviously the source of
the cries for mercy, was hanging by her wrists from a tree limb and was being
beaten by the other two! She had been tied so that her outstretched toes barely
reached the ground, stretching her body for the whips that were being used by
her attackers. She, and the girls whipping her, were very attractive, with
firm, well-proportioned bodies. This was easy to determine because the victim
was completely naked, and her whippers were dressed only in what appeared to be
the bottom halves of the briefest thong bikinis I had ever seen.
I was only about forty feet away, so I had an excellent view of the proceedings.
The two aggressors, one blonde and one redhead, were using what appeared to be
heavy five-tailed whips, with foot-and-a-half long lashes. They were taking
turns lashing the buttocks of their victim, who was also light haired, and they
were clearly enjoying their efforts. The strength of their blows, combined with
the fact that the buttocks of their victim showed no cuts, only a lot of
redness, led me to conclude the whips' tails must be made of some kind of
rubber. I was sure that leather whips of such a size would have cut the girl to
ribbons, and quickly at that.
In retrospect, I guess the reason I decided not to interfere was the fact that
the two aggressors were dressed in exactly the same costume, of exactly the same
color, a soft orange. I also discerned some giggles among the cries for mercy
and the responding threats, which made me decide to be cautious, for the moment,
at least.
I had experimented with S&M in a couple of my relationships with girls in
college, so I wasn't too surprised to discover that watching this little scene
was turning me on! The victim, balanced so precariously on her toes, with her
arms stretched tightly on high, was exquisitely lovely. Each time a blow
landed on her tight buttocks, her body jerked sharply, causing her firm breasts
to bounce delightfully. Watching, my erection began to push against the
confines of my running shorts. On my knees, peering through the brush, I pushed
my shorts down to my thighs and began to stroke my cock gently. Gently rapidly
became urgently, as my excitement grew.
I couldn't help myself! I pumped away on my cock, trying not to betray my
presence by making any noise. I soon felt my juices begin to rise in my groin
and gave myself over to my orgasm, ejaculating in large spurts onto the forest
floor.
As I slowly milked the last drops of semen from my cock, I was startled to hear
a voice behind me!
"Not bad. Wanna see it again?"
I jumped to my feet, prepared to run. I was stopped in my tracks, however, by
the owner of the voice. It was my boss's daughter, Margaret ("Call me Maggie")
Whistler. She was wearing only the same pale orange thong worn by the
aggressors in the clearing, but that was incidental to the two items she was
carrying. In her right hand, she held an 8mm camcorder, held up to her eye and
pointed straight at me. In her left hand, she held what appeared to be a .38
caliber revolver. It, too, was pointed straight at me! I froze uncertain how
to react. I knew her only to say "hello" to. She was a couple of years older
than I was, about twenty six, and she was drop-dead gorgeous! She was a petite
brunette with the kind of athletic body that I found easy to fantasize about.
Seeing her in the thong bikini confirmed my fantasies. She had fairly small,
but very firm breasts, a slim waist, and great legs! She defined the word
"stunner" to me, but her age and the fact she was my boss's daughter had kept me
from even trying to get to know her. Standing in front of her with my shorts
down around my legs and my cock still dripping semen made me feel very foolish,
indeed.
"Put your hands together on top of your head. I know how to use this gun and I
will, if I have to."
I did as she directed, lacing my fingers together and resting my hands on top of
my head. At this point, I decided, my law career was certainly over but, if I
was careful, she might not shoot me.
"Can I pull my shorts up, at least?" I asked her.
"I think not, just yet. You should be ashamed of yourself! Just what are you
doing here, anyway?"
"Your father told me I could use the trails in this forest for a run anytime I
wished. I never dreamed..."
"You looked as if you were dreaming pretty well with that dick of yours in your
hand. I've got a great video of you in action. Maybe you'd like a copy?" She
had lowered the battery-operated camera and was no longer filming, but I was
sure the damage was already done. The .38 still pointed unwaveringly at my
navel.
Suddenly, she raised her voice. "Sally," she shouted, "you and the other
girls get up here. I got a little surprise for you."
"Give me a break," I pleaded. "Let me pull up my shorts, at least."
"Uh uh. You obviously enjoyed looking at my friends. I think it's only fair
they get a good look at you, in return. Of course, they can always catch the
video." She chuckled and indicated the camcorder in her right hand.
My hopes sank. I was in very deep trouble, and I knew it!
It was only a few minutes before the other three girls arrived. Maggie and I
had passed that time in silence. The fact she hadn't shot me, or talked about
the police, was a little encouraging. My heart was still beating a
mile-a-minute, however.
The redhead was the first to arrive. She was followed quickly by the two
blondes. The blonde who had been the victim had put on an orange thong of her
own and was the first to speak. "Who is this? What's he doing here?"
"Just take it easy, Sally. This is Bill Parker. He works for my father. He
really enjoyed watching you being initiated. I've got the proof right here."
Again, she indicated the camcorder. "He heard you, I guess, and snuck down to
where he could see. He liked it so much he jacked off, right here, on candid
camera. I just happened to be coming back with the camera and discovered him.
Once more she waved the camcorder.
The blonde who had been doing the whipping walked closer to me. She slowly
looked me up-and-down, turned to the others and said; "he's got a nice dick,
huh? Nice body, too. He's also kinda cute
In spite of my fear, watching these four lovely women walk around in what
amounted to g-strings was causing my penis to stir a little. I tried
desperately to think of soft summer rains, the surf breaking on the
shore...anything but the firm, nubile bodies on display in front of me.
"I think he likes us, too," said the redhead, with a smirk. What are we gonna
do with him?"
"I've been thinking about that," said Maggie. "How would you girls like to have
some fun?"
They chorused their approval, at once.
"OK," Maggie said. "Go on back to the camp. I'm going to explain the facts of
life to him before I let him go. I'll fill you in shortly. Here, Sally, take
the camcorder with you." She gave the camera to the blonde and they left,
leaving me alone with Maggie.
"Can I put down my hands and pull up my shorts?" I asked. "You've still got the
gun."
"Go ahead."
I couldn't believe how comforting it was to pull my shorts back up over my
genitals. "What happens now?" I asked.
"What happens now is you've got a choice to make." She was still aiming the
pistol steadily at my belly.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you can choose between my making sure that the tape I just shot of you
jacking off in the woods finds its way 'accidentally' into my father's hands or,
you can accept our punishment for your bad behavior and I'll return the tape to
you."
George Whistler finding a tape of me jacking off in his forest was unthinkable!
My bright career would be so far into the toilet; I'd probably never recover.
He could easily put the word out on me to all the major law firms. I had no
choice, and she knew it.
"What kind of punishment are you talking about?"
"First, let me explain what's going on here. You have stumbled upon an
initiation ceremony for a very exclusive girls' club. The attractive blonde you
saw being whipped is our newest member. Our club has no name and there are only
the four of us. The club exists to allow us to explore our common interest in
pain and pleasure. We are all basically sadists, but our new members, as you
saw, must show they can take it before they can have the chance to dish it out.
We normally play and experiment with each other. I'm the only member who has
any experience playing with men. We use this campsite for our initiations and
other games because it's private property. I never dreamed my father would
invite you to run here. Too bad for you, but wonderful for us!"
"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing only too well.
"I mean that you are going to let us play with you, if you don't want that tape
to fall into my father's hands."
"Define 'play'." I was beginning to gain a little confidence. She surely
wouldn't want her father to know about her kinky little club.
"Specifically, I mean that you will surrender yourself to us, here, tomorrow at
noon. You will agree to accept any punishment we decide to implement, for a
period of five hours. At 5 PM, sharp, if you have taken all we can dish out,
you'll be released and given the only copy of the tape I just shot of you." Her
green eyes flashed as she laid out the terms.
"I can't agree to that," I said. "In five hours, you could do me some pretty
serious damage."
"We won't do anything to you that will do any damage or leave any permanent
marks. That's always the way we play, and we're pretty good at it. Also, at
any time during the five hours, you can tell us you've had enough and we'll stop
right away. If you do stop us, however, the tape gets to my father just as soon
as I can make it happen."
"No damage? You're certain?" I couldn't believe I was calmly discussing this
with her but I was beginning to believe I could save my future, after all.
"Trust me." She giggled. "If we do accidentally damage you, I promise you'll
get the tape and my father will never know anything."
"How about the other girls? How do I know they won't spread this around?"
"You don't, for sure. I guess that's the chance you'll have to take if you want
to succeed in my father's firm. They aren't likely to talk about it, though.
Being in this club is a very nice thing and I don't think they would jeopardize
that."
"Looks like I don't have very much choice."
"I was hoping you'd see it that way. It won't be easy, though. This will be
the longest five hours of your young life!"
"I'm not THAT young!"
"That's true. To tell the truth, I've wondered why you haven't tried to at
least get to know me. I've seen you around the office and you haven't given me
a second glance. Don't you find me attractive?"
"You're the boss's daughter, and you're at least two years older than I am. I
didn't think you'd give me a second glance."
"Well, you never know until you try. Anyhow, are you going to go along with
this?"
"I've got to try, don't I?" To myself, I thought that a little whipping with
rubber whips by four gorgeous women was a small price to pay for keeping my
career on track. How little I knew!
"I was pretty sure you'd see it that way. OK, be here tomorrow at noon, ready
to suffer!"
"What kind of clothes should I wear?"
"Wear anything you like for the trip. At high noon, tomorrow, however, I want
you standing in the center of this little clearing, without a stitch of
clothing. Is that perfectly clear?"
My heart sank a bit. "Why do I have to be naked in front of you girls?"
"Being naked in front of us is part of your punishment and torture victims are
always naked! Besides, I've got some suspicions about you. I think you may
just enjoy some of what goes on tomorrow."
"You've got to be kidding. I'm scared to death. It's only the chance of saving
my future that's causing me to go along with this."
"We'll see. The nice thing about a naked man is that it's impossible for him to
conceal his excitement. I think you're in for a very interesting afternoon."
"Are you sure we can't just forget the whole thing?" I asked.
"Not a chance! If you're not standing at attention, bare-assed, in the center
of this clearing tomorrow at noon, my father will somehow 'find' that videotape.
You can imagine how it would go from there. Now, get out of here. We've got to
plan your little festivities for tomorrow."
I left, jogging slowly back to my car. I was still in a sort of shock. I
couldn't believe that I had just agreed, very calmly, to present myself naked,
at high noon, for four young women to torture. I drove back to my apartment
carefully, trying to think of some way out of this predicament. Maggie Whistler
was a lovely and very sexy young woman, but the thought of surrendering myself
to her and her friends, naked, for five hours, was pretty damn terrifying. My
last thought, as I fell into a troubled sleep that night, was of her green eyes
flashing as she proposed my fate to me.
