A Walk in the Hills

You disgusting whore.” Karen snickered. “I think it’s time you started your training. I know you got the job by sucking the bosses’ pricks. Now you’re going to show us just what a good cock sucker you are. Let’s have you on your knees.”

The tent pegs were removed, I was rolled over onto my stomach and my wrists fastened behind my back. Hands reached for my shoulders and I was wrenched me to my knees.

“Well, boys, who’s first. Randy’s already had her ass so who’s it to be, Bob? Steve?”

“Steve… You go… I’ll…” Bob stuttered.

“What’s up, Bob? Losing your nerve?” Karen jeered.

“No, of course not. It’s just that…” Bob replied.

“Oh, stop whining and get your pants down.” Karen demanded impatiently.

Bob undid his belt, slid his jeans down and sat down on a handy rock. Karen, using the birch, herded me across the clearing, tears still running down my cheeks, until I was in front of him.

“Go on, fuck cunt, gobble, gobble.” Karen reinforced her command with a slash of the birch across my shoulders and, keen to avoid further pain, I leant forward and took Bob’s prick in my mouth. There was no place for subtlety and, egged on by the others who crowded round, Bob was thrusting his prick in and out so hard that I was nearly gagging. Any perceived slacking on my part was swiftly dealt with by Karen and her birch and in no time I could sense that Bob was on the edge. His legs tensed, he groaned out loud, his prick was thrust to the back of my throat and my mouth filled with his sperm. It was shock more than anything but my stomach convulsed and I felt as if I would vomit if I didn't spit it out immediately.

“Swallow, cunt, swallow.” Karen snarled and, fighting against both my stomach and my sobs, I managed to swallow the thick salty juice. However, no sooner had I done so than Bob was pushed away from in front of me and Steve took his place. I’m no expert on penises, I haven’t had that many lovers, but Steve's was bigger, fatter, and longer than any I’d seen before and he had none of Bob’s reticence about what he was doing. He grabbed my hair, forcing my face forward as he thrust himself into my mouth causing me to gag. I lost all sense of time; my entire world was my mouth, the prick which filled it, and my churning, protesting stomach. Fortunately he had little more staying power than Bob and it wasn’t long before, once again, great gobs of sperm were being pumped down my throat. This time I couldn’t help it, my stomach rebelled and I vomited uncontrollably spraying Steve with filth all the while.

“You whore, you filthy disgusting whore! Look what you’ve done to me!” Steve was furious; his fist lashed out and knocked me to the ground.

“Calm down,” Karen laughed. “You’ll have plenty of time to get your own back later. Meanwhile it looks like we need to get you and fuck cunt down to the river to wash off. You smell pretty vile and I'm not hanging around. Bob, pack up the picnic, I don’t think anyone has any appetite left after cunt fuck’s little display.”

Bob scuttled round packing up the coolers whilst Steve, muttering darkly, shucked off his jeans and boxers. Karen tugged me to my feet and had me slip into my shoes. However the laces were left untied and they were so loose I could only hobble at best. As the party made its way down to the river Karen used the birch to drive me like some sort of cattle. I noticed that Kelly had picked a similar branch and was busy stripping off the leaves so that she could join in.

“Does she really get off on this?” Kelly asked Karen as she fell in beside her. “She’ll be our slave and agree to it?”

“You’re the one that had your fingers poked up her cunt; was she dripping or what?” Karen replied.

“Yeah, dripping. But I just don’t get it. How could she…”

“Because, despite the little prig she comes across as in the office, in reality she’s a submissive slut. Some women are just so depraved that they get off on being abused and who are we to deprive her of her pleasure. That’s the beauty of it; she’s our obedient little slave and however harshly we treat her she’ll keep coming back for more. Isn’t that right, fuck cunt?” Karen’s birch slashed across the back of my thighs to emphasize her point.

Fortunately for me, before I could answer, we rounded a corner and the river was before us. Steve was sitting on a boulder with his feet dangling in the water as he washed himself off but when he saw us he stood up.

“Come here, bitch!” He snarled and I hobbled over as fast as my loose boots would allow.

“Look what you’ve done to my jeans.” He picked his jeans up off the rock next to him and smeared the vomit sodden material in my face and on my breasts. “Now take them into the river and wash them off.”

“But… But…” I stammered. “I can’t, my hands are tied.”

Immediately the birch slashed across my buttocks.

“Are you dense or something?” Karen shouted at me. “Firstly you will address Master Steve (slash) properly; secondly, (slash) you will refer to yourself as 'fuck cunt' and (slash) finally, when you’re given an order, (slash) you will obey it. (slash). Now pick those jeans up with your teeth (slash) and do as Master Steve told you to (slash)”

Taking the vomit soaked jeans in my mouth I waded out into the river. I knelt down and bobbing my head in and out of the water, let the current wash the vomit off the denim material. The water was ice melt and freezing but at least that soothed the burning flesh of my buttocks, breasts and upper thighs. Additionally, once the jeans had cleaned off a bit, I was able to swallow some of the river water and wash my mouth out. After a minute or so I stood up and waded back to the shore still holding the sodden jeans in my teeth only to return this time with Master Steve’s boxers. My legs were numb for the cold water and I could not hold back the tears. When I returned again I knelt down and laid the boxer out on a rock to dry. Master Steve had been sorting through his pack and was now wearing a pair of jogging bottoms. With no orders to the contrary I stayed on my knees, the long tresses of my sodden hair falling down around my face, my whole body shaking with a mixture of cold and sobbing.

“Not so proud now, is she?” Kelly, of all the crowd, seemed to be the most intrigued and had walked over to stand in front of me. “Kiss my boots, fuck cunt.”

Not wishing for any more birching with a sob I leant forward and kissed the toe of her hiking boot.

“Does that make you hot? Does that turn little fuck cunt on?” She sneered.

“Please, Mistress Kelly, it... it...” How could I explain? How could I tell this woman that was taking such obvious pleasure from tormenting me how conflicted I was? How, even now, broken, contrite, and frozen to the marrow, my hatred of all that was being done to me was balanced by an excited thrill between my thighs.

“Come on, answer me. Does kissing my boots turn you on?” There was an air of impatience; I had to answer something, something that she would accept.

“Yes, Mistress.” I said at last. “Yes, it turns fuck cunt on.”

With the laughter of the group echoing round me I knew my humiliation was complete, my soul was laid bare to the people I could least afford it to be.

“And what about you, Kelly, does having fuck cunt groveling at your feet make you hot?” Karen enquired.

“Well… err… yeah, it does actually.” Kelly admitted.

“So why stop there. Get her to lick out your asshole.” Karen urged.

I could see how Karen was egging Kelly on and, like the eager puppy she was, Kelly took the suggestion with enthusiasm and was soon busy taking off her jeans and panties. When she was down to just her tee shirt she turned round and, resting her hands on a boulder, bent over, parting her legs.

“Go on, fuck cunt, kiss my ass, and kiss it good.”

I shuffled forwards on my knees and gingerly pressed my pursed lips to her buttocks.

“Not like that!” Karen snarled. Once again the birch slashed across my shoulders. “Get your face in her crack and kiss her butt hole and use your tongue while you’re about it.”

The tears welled up within me again but, unless I was going to take more punishment, I would have to do as I was told. I pushed my face into the crease between Kelly’s buttocks and pushed out my tongue searching for the puckered ring of her anus. Trying to strike a balance between my distaste for what I was doing and my fear of further reprisals, I licked around the general area.

“God, she’s doing it, that’s fantastic. Go on, fuck cunt, harder, push it right in. Oh, yes!” She continued as, fighting the urge to vomit again, I complied. “What sort of sick cunt do you have to be to do that?”

It didn’t take long, however, before Kelly tired of this, stood up and turned around. I bowed my head but she reached down and, grabbing my chin, pulled my face up.

“You’re a sick fuck cunt, do you know that? What are you?”

“I’m a sick fuck cunt, Mistress Kelly.” I replied scared of the reprisals that any other answer would produce.

“I bet a whore like you would like to lick her pussy now.”  Karen urged.

“I… I… Yes, please Mistress Karen.” Again acquiescence was easier than rebellion.

“Ask properly.”

“Please, Mistress Kelly, may fuck cunt lick your pussy?” I bit back the bile caused by having to speak these words.

Kelly grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards her groin but she was stopped by Karen.

“Not like that, sit on her face. There's no need for the tent pegs; we’ll hold her down.”  Karen interceded. My wrists were freed and I was pulled to the ground spread-eagled once again. Kelly knelt across my shoulders pinning me down and positioning her pussy right over my mouth. Tentatively I pushed my tongue out, reaching for her pussy lips and, in response, she slid forward forcing herself on me. I really had no idea what was expected of me. Sure, a couple of boyfriends had kissed me ‘down there’ but they had had no more idea about what to do than I had. Tentatively I poked my tongue out, parting her pussy lips and probing around inside. I tried to think about what I would like done to me if the roles were reversed but I couldn’t think clearly and compromised with searching out her clit and rubbing my tongue against it.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t see much because Kelly was blocking the view but I could feel my legs being held wide open and fingers poking at my pussy. With Kelly’s thighs either side of my head blocking my ears my hearing was limited as well but I could hear Karen urging someone on and then my legs were lifted, I felt someone’s bulk between them, and then a prick being forced inside me. Despite the cold dip in the river, despite the abuse both before and after, my body betrayed me again and whomever it was slid inside with barely a hint of resistance. Then I knew who it was and I was glad that I was aroused as the bulk of Steve’s prick filled me to capacity and beyond. He was evidently still furious about me vomiting on him as he was pounding himself into me, ramming so hard that it felt like he would spit me asunder.

I tried to concentrate on serving Kelly, she had slipped forward pushing herself down on me which made breathing difficult, but Steve’s prick hammering into me couldn’t be ignored, nor could the way that this brutality made my juices flow. Fortunately Kelly was either easily aroused or, more likely, wished to play up to Karen and was rubbing herself against me, probably doing more to stimulate herself than my tongue could have. Her dance on my face built to a crescendo along with the pounding my pussy was taking but it was Steve who came first, roaring like some sort of wild animal and collapsing forward nearly knocking Kelly of her perch.

Kelly was aware that she was now the centre of attention so she started screaming at me as she reached her peak. String after string of foul epithets poured from her as I was called cunt, slag, whore, bitch, cow, until she peaked and with a long sibilant YES! slumped forward, apparently satisfied.

“Well, does anyone else want a go?” Karen asked as Kelly got off me and went to the river to wash her groin. “How about you, Bob? Fancy a bit of fuck cunt’s pussy?”

“I… I had my bit back at the lunch point.” Bob replied.

“That didn’t stop Steve, did it?” Karen replied. “If he can get it up twice in quick succession why can’t you? I do hope you’re not going chicken on me.”

“No, of course not.” Bob replied.

“Well, get your pants down and get stuck in then.”

Bob, like the rest of them, was scared of Karen so he knelt between my legs and unfastened his belt. As he dropped his jeans and his boxers I couldn’t help but look. His prick was pretty flaccid but he was pumping it with his wrist and it wasn’t going to be like that long. Once he’d got it hard enough he reached down and opened up my pussy lips before flopping down on top of me and pushing his way in.

After Steve’s monster having Bob inside me was just another indignity that I was forced to go through. Far worse than his prick was his beery breath and his sweaty bulk pushing down on me. Whereas Steve had been all about ramming his dick into me as hard and as fast as possible Bob seemed to want to make more of it and his hands reached for my breasts and started mauling them.

Bob may have been flaccid when he started but raping me was obviously a turn on for him and his hips were thrashing back and forth as he fucked me with all the grace of a hippopotamus. He even seemed to want to kiss me but I turned my head in disgust and he ended up licking my ear. Evidently that added to the experience for him as only moments later his thrashing reached a climax and he drove himself into me, squirting his sperm inside me to join Steve’s.

Panting he collapsed in a heap on top of me, his head next to mine. Between the gasps I heard a whisper.

“Debbie, don’t worry, I’m a friend, I’ll get you out of this.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I knew well enough that Bob was one of Karen’s cronies at work, I’d just suffered his pathetic rape and now he was saying he was my friend. Somehow I couldn’t see this slug as my knight in shining armor.

“Come on, you’ve had your turn, let me at her.” Randy’s impatient tone showed that my ordeal was far from over.

Randy had had longer to recover than either Steve or Bob and watching the others have their way with me must have turned him on because as soon as the dropped his jeans his prick stood out hard and firm. He took his turn kneeling between my thighs, playing with himself as he gazed down at my crotch, a lascivious look in his eyes.

“Are you going to take all day? Why don’t you stop playing with yourself and shove it in her?” Kelly sneered, emboldened by what she saw as her status as Karen’s second in command.

“Shut up, bitch, or I’ll ram it in you instead. I’m just taking my time in deciding, cunt or arse. What do you think, fuck cunt, which of your fuck holes should I use this time?”

I was at a loss for words, I simply didn’t know how to answer him but, out of the corner of my eye I saw Karen flexing her birch. She raised her arm and…

“Please, Master Randy, please would you fuck my cunt.” I could hardly believe what I was saying, inviting him to abuse me but I really didn’t want any more of the birch and, of the two options, my pussy was the least sore.

“Listen to her, begging me to fuck her cunt. Now who am I to ignore the wishes of a lady?” He reached down, spread my pussy lips wide and plunged in. Randy wasn’t as well built as Steve, nor as clumsy as Bob but he was rough enough and my pussy was sore from all the abuse so each stroke burned and as the tempo built, I couldn’t stop little whimpers of pain escaping.

“What’s up, fuck cunt, don’t you like my prick in your cunt?” Randy asked.

“Please, Master Randy…” Again I was caught in a dilemma. If I answered truthfully then I was inviting more punishment, if I gave the answer they wanted I was playing along as their willing slave. I compromised with “You’re hurting fuck cunt, Master Randy.”

“Yeah, but that’s what a whore like you wants, isn’t it? That’s why you’re cunt’s so juicy.” He returned, giving an extra shove.

“I… I…” My mind whirled because, to my horror and shame, the abuse, the hurt, the degradation had got to me and I could feel myself beginning to climax. It wasn’t just the pounding my pussy was getting, it was the ill-treatment; every time Randy called me a cunt, a whore, a slag, something inside me responded and, much as I despised myself for feeling this way, this was the most intense erotic experience I had ever had. I could feel my control slipping away, I was lost in the maelstrom of the battering, and my body, my traitorous body, tensed as the conflicting emotions rocked through it. I tried to fight it, to hide it, but in doing so I just made it worse until the tension broke and a tsunami of pain and pleasure washed through me. Maybe it was the way that my pussy muscles went into spasm but Randy responded with a roar and the two of us climaxed together.

Randy got off me and came round and knelt next to my head.

“Your cunt juice is all over my prick. Lick it of, fuck cunt.” I was too dazed to disobey. After what I’d been through licking his flaccid prick was nothing and it gave me time to collect my thoughts.

“Well, who’d have thought it?” Randy laughed. “The little bitch does get off on all this. I never thought she’d come.”

“Did she? Did she really?” Kelly, as ever was intrigued.

“Yeah, mind you, any woman I fuck knows all about it.” Randy boasted. “Cunt or arse, I’ll make ‘em come.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Karen replied. “This little fuck cunt is ruled by her pussy. Making her come is a piece of cake, keeping her on edge, that’s the skillful part. All we have to do is keep her gagging for it and she’s ours to do as we want. Now come along, it’s time to get on the trail. I want to get to the cabin well before it gets dark and there’s still quite a way to go.”

I lay on the ground too exhausted to move. I was still held but they needn’t have bothered; physically and mentally I was completely drained and any fight or resistance I might have had was long gone. My back, my buttocks, my thighs and my breasts stung from the multiple blows Karen had dealt me, my arse and pussy were red raw from the battering they had taken, my hair, a sodden mess from when I had been in the river, had been ground into the dirt and was matted and tangled and I could feel the spent semen from three different men seeping from me. God help me if any of them had made me pregnant, how could I ever tell who the father was. And the worst of it was that there was inevitably more to come. I had the whole weekend in front of me. Who knows what torments they had planned for when we reached this cabin, wherever it was? Unbidden tear welled up once again as I lay waiting for whatever came next.