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Before Double Trouble IV
In the morning, although still lightly bondaged with robe belts about her crossed ankles and wrists, Lori managed to scoot down the bed and turn face down right by Josh's crotch. She took his limp penis in her mouth and began a long, slow licking, tonguing, cock-sucking that soon had Josh's weapon at full attention. They started the new day in magnificent fashion indeed.
Lori and Josh had gone to a clothing-optional beach to spend an entire Sunday in the sun. Both were already well tanned, and so were not worried about being burned. They had rented a couple of large beach chaises with thick mats; stripping off their clothes, they placed beach towels atop the mats and reclined. Lori had only a small patch of cloth covering just her pussy, her beautiful breasts bare, while Josh had a large white handkerchief covering his vitals. They were otherwise quite naked.
It was very warm and relaxing in the sun. Josh was reading a thick book about WW II, and Lori had some magazines to keep her occupied. Soon enough she began to feel drowsy, and put the magazines aside. She closed her eyes, and began to fantasize ... what if she was a spy who had been captured by a group of sadistic men? No, women! She drifted off into a reverie that slowly morphed into sleep.
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--- Lori was split wide, arms and legs akimbo, held rigidly in place by rough ropes about her ankles and wrists. Those ropes ran through pulleys, and had heavy weights at their ends to maintain the stress on her limbs. She was naked, and was being whipped, over and over, by five or six scantily dressed women.
They struck her with short whips, long whips, belts, rods, paddles, etc. She was screaming, but her captors weren't interested in her cries of distress; the whipping went on for an hour, and was so thorough that only her face was spared.
She agonizingly felt every strike, particularly those that were concentrated around her pussy, ass, legs, breasts ... everywhere. The whipping seemed to go on forever, until her body was crisscrossed all over with welts and bleeding cuts. Lori hung limply from her widely-split stressed arms and legs, unable to comprehend what was happening to her.
Finally the whipping was finished, and her torturers now sprayed icy sea water on her from three different directions. Her cuts burned anew from the salt, but the 'fun' was just beginning. Her captors loosed her ankles from the ropes so that Lori hung from her wrists, eyes closed, her chin on her chest. There were a number of large barrels of sea water about, and from one of these two well-built women pulled out a raw leather corset.
They fastened the corset about her waist (it ran from just below her tits to just above her hips), and began to tighten the wires that served as laces. The corset squeezed her tighter and tighter as the wires were adjusted and re-adjusted, excess water running down her body. It was in place at last, and had compressed her already-slim waist down to just under18 inches.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she understood that the leather would shrink as it dried, squeezing her even more relentlessly in the process. Her body would soon take on a severe hour-glass figure, and a very uncomfortably one at that. Once the very strict corset was in place, her captors re-attached her ankles to the relentless pull of the ropes, and she was split wide anew.
From a pail filled with hot sauce, two huge cork dildos were extracted, still dripping the sauce. They had been thrust into the pail dry, and could be expected to expand as their material was soaked with the hot sauce and her own juices.
Each was a good ten inches in length with a three inch girth. These instruments of punishment had thin flexible steel rods in their core that would keep them erect, yet able to adapt to some extent to her body cavities. Lori could swear that they seemed to expand before her eyes ...
Each of these humungous monsters was inserted into her pussy and ass by two beauties clad only in loin cloths. They were pushed, and pushed deeper still, until their bases were at her entrances. Lori could feel the hot sauce assaulting her very tender inner canals, burning, BURNING, while the pure size of these invaders stretched her to the max ... and would continue to do so as they grew in length and especially in girth. God, she had been rammed with what felt like two telephone poles!
The impalers were held in place by a wide strap from the back of her corset, over the dildos (pushing them in even more deeply), through her crotch, and cinched extremely harshly at the front to a recessed D-ring. The strap had a small grommet hole that was level with her pussy lips. Her clitoris was teased out and pushed through that hole, then tiny ridged wheels on three sides of the grommet were turned, pinching her poor clit into a tight clamp. In addition, tiny spikes inserted themselves into that most tender part of her anatomy.
Poor Lori was in total agony. She still felt every whip strike, the huge instruments jammed into her love and ass canals, getting larger all the time, and now her clit was clamped and pierced! The wide crotch strap had another feature that she didn't appreciate ... along its length were many small 1/16 inch inward-facing needles that pierced her here, there, everywhere.
Meanwhile, another assailant was attaching heavy clamps to Lori's beaten and extremely tender nipples. They were of the alligator-teeth variety, biting harshly enough to evoke small droplets of blood. She tossed her head in agony, feeling each and every indignity that had been inflicted on her so far. There was more to come ...
Again her ankles were released from the stretching ropes, to hang freely once more. More raw leather was pulled from the nearby barrels; many 1" straps of various lengths.
One of them was cinched about her ankles, tightly; another below her knees, another just above them. Lori's knees were painfully mashed against each other, and she was somehow aware that these straps would also get tighter as the leather dried. Her mid-thighs were the next to suffer under the tight leather straps, welded together as strictly as her bondagers could manage.
Lori’s wrists were now released from their bonds, and she was dropped onto her belly, her breast clamps mashing into her painfully. Her arms were pulled together behind her back and secured with more of the wet leather straps; at wrists and above and below her elbows --- harshly tight already, in a manner that would eventually become truly torturous.
Attention now shifted to her mouth. A fat 4” long dildo gag, made from dry cork, was jammed inside, filling her mouth completely, then tightly strapped behind her neck. It had a rubber tube exiting from its base; that tube went up to a one-litre attached reservoir filled with a pureed mixture of shit and vomit. Soon her tongue and mouth were exposed to the vile mixture, even as the gag began to increase in size from this new wetness.
A heavy punishment helmet, wet raw leather again, was laced tightly about her head. Her hair had been shaved off, she realized, so the helmet had no impediment to a very close fit indeed. The laces were tightened until her head felt squeezed from every direction, then were tied off.
The helmet covered her face completely, with only small nose holes to breathe. A thick raw-leather neck corset followed, again laced tightly. It had a high front that forced her head back into a most stressful position.
She was straightened up by numerous strong arms, and the alligator nipple clamps removed. Lori tried to scream as the blood rushed painfully back to her abused nipples, but the disgusting gag stifled all sound completely. Her body began to convulse from the agony she felt, but was unable to move much at all due to the increasingly tightening straps that enwrapped her.
More thick leather straps around her upper arms and above her breasts, then below her cinched elbows and below those lovely tits. Tight and tighter ...
Lori’s ankles were briefly freed from the wet leather strap about them, and her feet were fitted into slim ballet boots that squashed her toes relentlessly, while arching the feet themselves into an extremely stressful position. The leather strap was then reapplied about her booted ankles. Lori's legs were then bent at the knees, and brought upwards until the stiletto heels of the boots touched her ass.
Yet another soaking raw leather strap went from her ankle straps up to a ring on the back of her punishment helmet, and was tightened so strictly that her back was sharply bowed from the strain.
The cruel nipple clamps were again applied, biting down on her poor nips; Lori swore she could feel each hideous pain in every part of her body and worse yet, knew her punishment would not be eased by time.
The was a heavy D-ring on the forehead of her punishment helmet, now pointed straight up due to the severe backwards pull on her head. It was connected to a hanging chain with an S-hook; the chain pulley was engaged, and she was lifted off the ground.
When her knees cleared the ground by a few inches, Lori's ascent halted. She could sense what felt like a triangular-shaped metal rod being placed beneath her bare knees; the shape was confirmed when she was lowered again and her knees rested heavily on one of the sharp edges of it, biting most painfully into her flesh.
Again the nipple clams were removed; fiery pain flooded her breasts and nipples. That pain lasted until her nips were smashed into numerous times by a metal rod, like an old car radio antenna, wielded by (she imagined) a widely-grinning female. Her poor nipples were harshly struck for about five minutes; when the harsh whipping stopped, the alligator clamps were once again applied.
Clamps on for five minutes, then off for five minutes while someone battered her extremely tender and painful nipples for awhile, the clamps reapplied, etc. This sequence continued for what seemed indefinitely. Every piece of leather on her kept tightening, especially the corset; every hole-jammed dildo, including the one jammed in her mouth with its foul-tasting semi-liquid mixture disgusting her taste and olfactory senses, kept increasing in size, threatening to burst her poor abused body eventually.
This torture went on, and on, and on ... Lori was silently screaming as she felt every strike, every needle, every excruciating stress to which her tortured body had been subjected. If this unbelievable agony didn't stop soon ---
Lori snapped awake; she had been dreaming for only a few minutes, but what she had experienced seemed to have lasted for many hours, even days. She was shaking from the realistic dream ... she HAD felt every pain inflicted on her, inside and out. She slowly calmed, then glanced down to see the wholly inadequate cloth covering her pussy was soaking wet, as was the towel beneath her. Lori hadn't felt any at all, but apparently she had had numerous orgasms. From the 'dream' ... ?
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