THE SUNDAY DRIVE
By TXpanM
(Part 2)
You awake with a jerk. You are in great discomfort, especially across the
shoulders. It takes a couple of seconds for you to remember the circumstances
you are in. You moan with the realization of your situation. The night air
makes your nipples as hard as river pebbles. And the chill gives you
goosebumps all over. You really feel the four welts you received from
Barbara's switch. It's still night with a three-quarters moon shining into
the clearing. You feel someone touching you.
Moving around from your back, you see one of the "old ladies" of the motorcycle
gang. One of the ones who looked at you with concern when Barbara was
whipping you. She reaches out to your face and brushes some of your
sweat-soaked hair back from where it fell while your head was down when you
were sleeping. "Please be quiet," she says softly as she removes the gag from
your mouth. You take a deep breath using your newly-released mouth. She goes
to the trunk of the tree and unties the rope suspending you. When your feet
rest on the ground, your knees buckle and you slowly fall to the ground,
controlled by the rope about your wrists. The "mama" kneels before you and
unties the rope from your wrists and rubs them to help restore circulation. It
feels so good to lay there on your back, even with your legs tucked under you.
She says "come with me -- quietly" as she places a hand under your shoulder
and helps you up. She helps support you as you walk on rubbery legs out of
the clearing and into the woods. Once out of sight of the cabin, she guides
you towards a clump of bushes. "You can have some privacy while you releve
yourself" she says as she walks a short distance away. As you empty your
bladder, you think about escape. You realize you couldn't run on your legs
tonight if you had to -- and you do! You stand up and the woman appears at
your side. She begins to guide you further into the woods and you begin to
wonder what she intends. You receive part of your answer when you stop at a
stream which runs through the woods. Here, you are urged to drink and wash.
Any wamth you generated in your short walk is stolen away when you wash with
the icy cold creek water. Shivering now and somewhat cleaner, you wonder what
will happen next. You don't have long to wait as you feel the woman touching
and rubbing your face and breasts. You feel the heat of her body as she
begins to gently kiss you on the mouth. You are too tired to resist, so you
lay there on your back.
She touches and kisses you on the face and neck and begins to move down your
body. The low-level light from the moon allows her to clearly see the many
marks on your pale, soft skin. She pays particular attention to where you
were whipped with the rope and the welts. You still have the clamps on your
labia lips and she released them. She uses this as an excuse to examine you
with her fingers and tongue. Her hands gently caress your inner thighs while
she tongues your throbbing clitoris. You begin to writhe with pleasure and
she notices how wet you're becoming. At the sounds of your moans, she raises
her head and then suddenly stops. She stays like that, so you follow her gaze
and your blood runs cold! The rest of the motorcycle gang is standing there,
watching.
"So, Sally, this is where you are" the leader says all too softly. Sally is
roughly drug to her feet and slapped. She stands there, apparently in shock,
as her "leathers" are stripped from her body. She is then knocked to the
ground and her boots are taken. "Get on your knees, Sally" the leader says as
he kicks her in the side. Sally quickly gets on her hands and knees. The
leader grabs you by arms and pulls you to your feet and pushes you onto Sally.
"Get on her back" he says. "Ok, Sally, you wanted to help her; you can carry
her back to the cabin." You lay on Sally's back and put your arms around her
neck. Sally struggles to stand up. To help her, one of the gang urges her on
with a lash across her ass. She jerks, but stands with you on her back. She
staggers forward on tender feet and cries out. In answer, she is lashed
again. You hang on as Sally plods toward the cabin. Your breasts and belly
are pressed against Sally's naked back. This night is chilly and you feel
Sally's warmth and nuggle closer. About this time, you all arrive at the
cabin. The door is open and Sally, with you on her back, are pushed inside.
Sally is struck and she (and you) collapse on the floor in a heap. You are
grabbed and dragged to the table you laid on the night before. Forced on the
table top and tied as before, you feel movement between your legs. Trying to
look, what you do see is the closed cabinet on the wall is now open and one of
the gang members has grabbed some items and is bringing them to the table.
You can now see that the items are long candles. "You still like this,
bitch?" you hear another voice ask. You feel what must be one of those tapers
being inserted into your vagina. You feel it moving back and forth in your
increasing wetness. Then the motion stops with the candle still inside you.
You feel heat! A constant heat source. From the comments made around you,
you figure out that someone has lit the candle sticking out of you.
Turning your head, you see another woman with a lit candle moving toward you.
The long flame indicates a long wick which will burn hotter. She stands on
the only chair in the room and, leaning over you, she tips the candle and
allows the wax to drop on your left breast. She appears to be playing a game
of trying to drop wax on your nipples. You start to yell when the cabin in
rocked with an ear-splitting scream. Sally has been ordered to lay under the
table and the wax from the candle in your vagina dropped a great quanity of
wax between Sally's open legs. You hear Sally being kicked and told to shut
up. All you hear now is Sally's wimpering and occasional gasps as more wax
drops on her tender areas. The other woman goes back to her game of trying to
hit your nipples with the drops of wax. The wax burns, but only immedately and
then cools, leaving a round dot of wax on your breasts. Having hit one of your
dark pink nipples, she has now taken notice of your marks and is aiming for
the welt on your rib cage. The wax hitting that welt burns worse than that
hitting your breast. You buck on the table, your hips gyrating. You begin to
get excited; your vagina becoming very wet. Suddenly, the candle slips from
between your legs and falls on Sally! The flame burns Sally, then goes out as
she screams again. One man, kicking Sally again, pushes the other woman away
from you and hits you with some type of rough strap across your belly. "You
slut, you love everything that's done to you!" the man says as he grabs you
between the legs. The leader moves over and open his switchblade in front of
your face, then cuts the clothesline holding your hands. Moving to the other
end of the table, he leans over and releases your ankles. Reaching back, he
grabs you by your light brown hair and pulls you to your feet. You stumble
against Sally who is struggling to get up. You are pulled outside into the
sunny, but cool Monday morning and over to the tree in the clearing. You
hands are again bound and are pulled over your head leaving you dangling from
the same branch.
Sally tries to walk, but is being prodded and struck by one of the gang
members. She is pushed face first into your hanging body. "Sally, I want you
to remove those wax dots from her." As Sally reaches out to pick one off with
her fingernail, the leaders say "With your teeth, bitch, only with your
teeth." To emphasize his instruction, he strikes her in the small of the
back. Sally takes her warm mouth and encircles your large nipple coated with
wax. She uses her teeth to scrape at the wax. You react to that and the
leader says "Don't let her enjoy this." Sally responds by biting your nipple,
hard! The wax she got in her mouth, she spits onto your legs, some pieces
sticking there. Her mouth against your breast nips more wax which is also
spit onto you. You jump violently when Sally bites at the welt Barbara gave
you last night. "Clean off that nipple better -- it's important" the leader
says as he slaps Sally across her back with his strap. Having done as she's
been told to your great discomfort, Sally finds herself grabbed and her wrists
tied in front of her. The end of her rope is also thrown over the same limb
as yours and is tied off next to your rope.
You and Sally are now "dancing" together, naked bodies touching each other and
bouncing away as your toes barely reach the ground. They all laugh as Sally
is whipped with the strap, causing her body to bump against yours. Sometimes
the strap across her back reaches around and "bites" into your side. Your
bodies bouncing and rubbing back and forth, strangely begins to arouse you.
The leader must have seen that look on your face as he makes them stop the
whipping. He walks to his motorcycle and then back. He grabs your right
breast and starts to squeeze something from a tiny tube on your enlarged
nipple. He grabs Sally by the left breast and sucks her nipple, hard. Sally
gasps and her nipple responds. With a hand on each breast, he pushes the
nipples together and holds them there. You feel sticky, but when he releases
your breast, the nipples do not separate. It is then when you realize he has
Super Glued yours and Sally's nipples together. Walking around to your other
side, he quickly does the same thing with your left nipple and Sally's right
one. You two are now tight against each other and you notice the heat from
Sally's groin matching yours. While you are considering this, the leader
grabs your hips from behind you. Sally's "old man" grabs her the same way.
They peek around your bodies at each other and begin to pull you two apart!
Your pubic areas are about two feet apart when the pull on your nipples begins
to really hurt. You both begin to cry as your nipples are cruelly stretched.
You hear the laughter and miss the nods from the two men as they both release
your hips. Gravity and your joined nipples pulls you two together and your
lower bodies impact with a dull thump. You two grunt while everyone else
laughs. The men grab you two again. The leader digs his fingernails into your
soft flesh and notices your continued wetness. "Damn it to hell! You tramp,
you cunt, you whore" he screams and lets you go. The other man wasn't
expecting him to release you so you swing toward Sally, but she is still being
pulled back. In suprise, he releases her and instead of hitting into each
other, you two are now swinging back and forth in unison, rubbing the full
length of your bodies against each other. "I give up" the leader says and,
taking his knife, slips it between two nipples prying them apart. You scream
because these two nipples come apart only when you are cut. You now have blood
trickling down your breast. He pushes you two apart and starts sawing on the
two remaining glued nipples. No one is cut this time as you two are now
separated. He tells the other man to get Sally down, dressed and ready to
ride. While that is being done, the leader dips his knife blade into the
little blood that has leaked from your cut nipple. He then teases your left
cheek with it, leaving a bloody mark there, but no cut. "You're not worth any
more of my time, cunt. If I get bored someday, I'll come back for you! I
have your wallet, you know!" You tremble and hear the sound of motorcycles
starting. He suddenly knees you in the groin and cuts the rope holding you up.
You collapse in a pile on the ground as the motorcycles sweep through the
clearing and out of your life.
THE END
