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He is waiting in the car outside as you expected, as he said he would. It is the middle of summer, and you are wearing a short skirt and a thin blouse. As per usual you have taken off your bra and underwear, and attached weighted clamps to your labia. Your heart had raced as you walked out of the building. Your nipples are visible through the thin material to anyone looking hard enough, and even the smallest breeze would have lifted you skirt enough to show the weights dangling from your sex. The risk heightened your excitement however, and you could feel the moisture in your sex by the time you reached the car.
It is a warm evening and your master has the top down on his convertible. He tells you to undo your blouse but to leave it on, and gives you several golf ball sized shiny steel balls to put inside yourself. As you slip your hand under your skirt to push the heavy balls into yourself he drives off down the road, the wind catches your blouse and for a second exposes your breast to the world. You listened to the classical music playing loudly on the stereo, and try to ignore the balls inside you as you drive through the city. He does not allow you to hold your blouse closed, so every few minutes the wind catches it and lifts the light material, briefly exposing you.
As per usual once he reaches the countryside he has you remove your skirt, but this time he allows you to keep your blouse. He does however buckle a large collar around your neck and attach small clamps to your nipples. You know you are not going to his house tonight, but you have no idea where you were going as you speed through the summer countryside. It is a long drive and it is beginning to get dark when he eventually turns off the road into a farm. He drives past the farmhouse and down to a large barn several hundred yards on. Surrounding the barn are twenty or so cars, music is playing loudly inside the barn, but there are no people outside.
Your master gets out of the car and opens the boot. You have not been told to get out of the car so you wait patiently and watch as he takes several things from the boot. Your leash and several lengths of rope come out, followed to your dismay by a heavy whip and several canes, crops and straps, a large bag of alligator clips. He shuts the boot then motions for you to get out of the car and remove your blouse. He attaches the leash to your collar, and then removes the clamps from your nipples and labia before motioning for you to get down on your hands and knees. Holding your leash in one hand he picks up the ropes and various whips and walks towards the barn, you crawl after him listening as he explains the delights in store for you.
'Today is the twenty first birthday of the son of a very good friend of mine. I have known him since he was born, and I wanted to give him a special present. It took me some time to decide what to give him, but in the end what I decided to give him and his friends was ... you for the evening.'
Standing at the door of the barn he loops your leash over a handy hook on the wall and then steps inside, leaving you kneeling naked on the grass. The door closes behind him but as you listen the music is turned down, then a few moments silence then loud whistling and cheering. The door opens again and your master steps out to take your leash and lead you in. He speaks to you for a moment before taking you inside. 'Remember you are my present so I expect you to perform well. When you crawl in make sure your back is arched and your sex pushed back and out so that everyone can have a full view. I don't want these young men to miss out on anything so make sure nothing is hidden. You are to consider yourself theirs for the evening. And say nothing to embarrass them, they are young.'
He opens the door and leads you in. The barn inside is well lit with a dirt floor covered in hay. At one end is a large stereo system and a well stocked bar. It is silent, but around the room stand forty or so young men, all between twenty and twenty-two, all with drinks in hand, and all staring speechlessly at your naked body as you crawl across the floor. Reaching the middle of the space your master stops.
'Gentlemen, David, this is my present to you. She is my slave but tonight she is yours. Please note that she is not here under duress, she is a slave because that is what she wishes to be, that is what she is. A slave to be used, and if you wish abused. I am going to give you a short demonstration but then she is all yours, as the saying goes - no holes bared. Remember she is a slave so she should be treated as one, both pain and pleasure are part of her life. For tonight she has no name, you can call her anything you like which seems appropriate.
He pulls you to your feet by your leash and motions for you to stand with your legs apart and your hands behind you head. Picking up the heavy whip he twirls it in the air for a moment, before fairly softly swinging it so it wraps around your waist. He speaks as he plays.
'A slave can be treated gently if you wish, or ....'
He pulls the whip back and then swings it so the tip cracks and bites into your sex, unprotected by your wide spread legs. You cannot help a cry escaping your lips as the pain lances through your body.
'or not gently. Whatever takes your fancy at the time. Their body belongs to you, so every part may be used.'
He varys the locations of his strikes. Your breasts, your back, your thighs, your sex, no part of you escapes his attention. Each new blow brings a cry to your lips, causing you to writhe under the whip. You have to work hard to maintain your position.
'But it is not just pain.'
He puts the whip down and walks over to place his hand below your sex. You know what he wants. You tense the muscles of your sex and push. The shiny steel balls slowly appear and dropping into his hand.
'Their body may be used in other ways. I like to keep her sex full whenever she is with me.'
Leading you a short distance across the barn, he motions for you to mount a wooden trestle. He ties your wrists tightly to the forward legs, your ankles to the back legs, and cinches your waist down. He makes sure that your sex protrudes out the back, and access to it is not hindered. He also checks that your breasts hang freely, then turns back to the young men.
'Now gentlemen, she is all yours. Treat her as you will. Have fun. Happy birthday David.' With that he steps away from you, gets himself a drink from the bar, then disappears in the shadows at the back of the barn.
It takes a while for the young men to move near to you, and at first they only touch your skin, running their hands down your flanks and over your back. They talk amongst themselves quietly, obviously unsure of how to react with this new toy. But slowly their hands move from touching your sides to cupping your hanging breasts and sliding their fingers down the crack of your buttock. It takes what seemed hours for the first adventurous young man to slip a finger into your hot and by now very wet sex. You have been wanting it for so long that you let out a moan as it slides into you. This noise seemed to encourage them, for the first time they have concrete evidence that you are taking pleasure from your treatment. Soon more fingers and hands are exploring your sex, and one hand reaches under your breast and sharply pinches your erect nipple. Again a moan of pleasure is bought to your lips, and again the young men take it as a sign that indeed you could be played roughly with and would still take pleasure in it. Suddenly what seems like all of the potential eighty hands are running over your body, dipping into your sex and anus, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. Every inch of your body is sending impulses of pleasure to your brain. It does not take long for you to shudder to an Orgasm.
When they realise you are coming they stand back in silence and watch as ripples of your pleasure move through your body. Once it has passed they let out a cheer. They then spend a while congratulating themselves and pouring more drinks before moving back to you.
When they return their focus to you they are more animated. Soon a young penis is forced into your mouth and another into your sex. They are young and excited and it takes very little before they are vigorously pumping their sperm into you at both ends. The first pair finish but are almost instantly replaced by another set, and so it continues. At the same time one young gentleman starts to experiment with spanking your offered ass. He starts out slowly and gently, but soon works himself up to laying on with the full strength of his arm. Another has discovered the joys of stretching your breasts by attaching alligator clips to your nipples and then adding weights to make your nipples stretch. He starts by putting the full length of the clip over your nipple, but soon learns that you will react with more energy if he just lets the tip of the clip bite deeply into just the tip of your nipple. Between the cock in your mouth, the one in your sex, the spanking, and the attack on your breasts you rise to your second Orgasm as the tenth load of sperm is pumped into you.
In what seems a very short time it becomes apparent that all the young men have pumped their seed into either your mouth or your sex. For a while they leave you alone tied to the trestle with sperm dripping from your sex. Your mind spins in pleasurable circles, your nipples are sore but otherwise it has been all pleasure.
When they return their focus to you they have moved over that invisible barrier between tipsy and drunk. Their inhibitions are gone.
A group of them discover a baseball bat in one a corner of the barn. It does not take them long for them to think of ways of putting it to use. Soon the bat is being worked into your painfully stretched sex. The sperm that has been pumped into you provides ample lubrication, but still it takes a while for your cunt to be able to take it. When finally it slides deep into you the boys are not satisfied. A betting game commences between them to see how far the bat can be forced into you. One after the other they work to ram it deeper and deeper into you. It feels like it will come out your throat as the boys cheer it making thirteen inches then work all the harder to get more of it in.
Others continue to ravage your nipples, adding more and more clips and adding more and more weights until your nipples scream out in pain. Then when you think that you breasts can take no more they pick up on of your master's canes and use it to beat your stretched breasts. The pain of it lances through you and brings cries to your lips, but this combined with the assault on your sex brings you to your third orgasm. This sends them into an ecstasy of cheering, any last inhibitions they had are gone.
They untie you from the trestle only to retie you spread-eagled, hands and legs pulled out wide between two thick wooden poles. The ropes hold your legs off the ground, all your weight however is supported by the baseball bat which is now driven impossibly deep inside you. A constant moan of pain now escapes your lips as you feel the bat edge deeper and deeper into you. An axe handle is found and forced into your anus. Eventually this too is used to support your weight, but it is little comfort. The whip is retrieved and they play at trying to detach the clips that still cling to your breasts and nipples. Your world disolves into pain.
After some unknown time you realise that the whipping has stopped, the clips on your breasts and nipples are gone. The baseball bat and axe are gone, your weight is now supported by the ropes. The young men stand around you in a wide circle.
Slowly you see what is in front of you. They have found a three-foot long two-inch wide metal pipe. Next to it sits a rod of metal which will fit flush into the pipe, and finally lying next to them is some sort of explosive, smaller than a stick of dynamite, but larger than a firecracker. It does not take you long to work out what they plan, your throat goes dry and fear rises in your chest. The put their device together and force one end into your stretched cunt. They position the fuse of the explosive and then step back to admire their work. You look down at the device your heart racing.
One of the men steps forward and speaks to you for the first time since you crawled into the barn. 'Slave, I want you to answer a question for me.' he pauses and looks briefly at the others around him before returning his attention to you. 'What should I do with the fuse?'
Your mouth is dry and for long moments you are unable to speak. Your mind reels in rejection of what you know you will say. Finally in a tiny voice you speak. 'Light it'.
The young man speaks. 'Again please, we did not hear'.
This time you manage to speak in more than a whisper. 'Please Master ..... light it... Blast it into my cunt.'
You stare unbelieving in what is about to happen as he slowly steps forward and applies a lighter to the fuse. It takes twenty seconds for the fuse to burn down, they seem the longest twenty seconds in your life. No sound breaks the silence other than the hiss of the burning fuse. You stare transfixed by it. Your Orgasm starts seconds before the fuse ignites the explosive, when it does the force drives the rod deep into your sex, deeper and harder than anything else has ever been rammed into you. The pain is unbelievable, the pleasure is unbelievable, you lose yourself in the constant roll of Orgasm after Orgasm.
When your master comes to collect you all of the young men are asleep or passed out from excessive alcohol. You are tied on the floor in an extremely tight hogtie. Hundreds of alligator clips are attached to your body, mostly clustered around your nipples and sex. An empty wine bottle has been driven base first into your sex until only the neck is visible; another is in your anus. Your body is covered in sperm. Unbelievably you are asleep. He smiles, unties you, removes the clips and the bottles, wipes the sperm from your body and picking you up carries your still sleeping form to the car.
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