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Bitch’s Tale

Story from the perspective of a girl who gets dominated by a group of brothers, but then discovers that she likes being abused and fucked and willingly begs for more.

Chapter One

My name is Mandy and I am a bitch. I know this because I've been told that that
is what I am many times in the past few days? Let me explain. I am 25 years old
and no stranger to sex. I am very familiar with the sight, smell and taste of a
man's cock and cum. In fact to be perfectly honest, and that is what I want to
be, I have to admit to loving sex. However, I don't jump into bed with every man
I meet, nor do I sleep around. I am careful in choosing my partners and I am
faithful during each relationship, not that there'd been many of those. I'd had
three partners and all had lasted a year or two with a gap in between. I'd split
with my last boyfriend about six months ago and had just started seeing another
man. But as I said, I want to be honest and I had long since realized that the
feel of a cock in my hands, my mouth and my cunt is absolute bliss. Until this
weekend I thought of myself as experienced and broad minded. There was nothing I
wouldn't try, at least once, and I hadn't yet found anything I didn't like? This
weekend was no exception although the manner of my enlightenment would not have
occurred to me in a million years. However, I digress. By now you should have
the picture.

It all began on Friday night. My current boyfriend, who I'd known for all of two
weeks, and I had been out to the pub. We'd met a few friends and had some laughs
and probably drank too much. I wasn't drunk but I was more drunk than sober.
Naturally I was feeling randy and on the way home in the back of the taxi I was
sucking his cock. I'm sure the driver could see me but I didn't care and just
kept on slurping and licking his beautiful tool. Eventually my tongue and throat
was too much and before I could stop his cock jumped and spurted its load in my
face. I opened my mouth wide and caught the rest of it and swallowed it down. I
was a little disappointed because now I'd have to wait before I got mine. I
didn't have to wait too long as it turned out and I got more than I bargained
for, a lot more.

We arrived back at his flat at about 10pm, where I'd arranged to spend the
night. We'd fucked once or twice since we'd met but up until now I hadn't stayed
overnight. But this weekend I'd made up my mind to do so. David was a bit rough
around the edges but he was clean and attentive to me, plus of course he had a
beautiful cock and he knew how to use it. I was determined to have a good time
on the receiving end of this wonderful pole.

While I went to powder my nose David poured the drinks and ordered a Chinese
takeout, or at least that's what I thought. When I'd finished in the bathroom I
returned to the living room wearing nothing but my thong and bra. David's eyes
never left my face as I slowly walked towards him, then I was sliding my hand
inside his trousers and fondling his limp and sticky cock. Just then the
doorbell rang. David went to answer it but instead of returning with a bag of
Chinese food, he came back in with three men. I was so shocked I stood staring
at the four of them grinning and leering at me.

"What's this David?" I said rapidly sobering up.

"These are my brothers, and we share everything."

"No way Jose, I'm out of here!"

David stepped quickly forward and slapped me hard across my face. I staggered
back against the wall and got another stinging slap on the other cheek.

"Now listen bitch, until I say you can go you stay here. And you'll do whatever
we want and when we want it and there'll be no trouble, understand!" His face was inches from mine
but it was a very different face from the one I'd become fond of these last two
weeks. Now I'm not stupid and I have no illusions as to who would win in a fight
between four strong men and me. I have no desire to end up crippled or maimed or
even dead. Whatever they intended to do to me, and it didn't take a brain
surgeon to figure it out, would end eventually and if I was lucky I'd be alive
and in one piece.

All this went through my mind very quickly. Every woman fears **** and every one
of us has at least thought about what she'd do if ever the situation arose. I
was no exception and to me it seemed sensible to accept the inevitable and hope
to survive. I didn't know these four men from Adam and I had no idea what they
were capable of, so I said, yes, I understood.

"Good. From now on your name is 'bitch', do you understand Bitch?"

"Yes." Another stinging slap.

"Yes, I understand, my name is 'Bitch'".

He pulled me to the middle of the room and ripped my bra and panties off. As I stood there bare ass naked, I knew
better than to try and hide myself. One man stepped forward and took each of my
nipples in his hands. He stared me in the eyes and slowly began to pinch and
twist them. The pain was intense and tears swelled in my eyes. Another man
pulled my hands behind me and tied my wrists together, where did the rope come
from? The man pinching and twisting my nipples was beginning to enjoy himself.
He pulled and pinched and twisted until both of my nipples were red and swollen but still he continued.

"Tell me you like to have me pull your nipples bitch."

"I...I like it when you ppp….pull my nipples."

"Tell me to do it harder."

"Please master, pull my nipples even har...harder." He did just that and when I thought he'd pull my nipples off he
pinched harder still. I cried out in pain and closed my eyes tight. He let go
and I slumped forward. The next hours went by in a bit of a blur. I was fucked
by each of them very quickly and then they all made me suck them off. At some
time during the entertainment one of them had gone out and got the long awaited
Chinese takeaway. Great I thought, this is not what I had in mind. By now I had
settled down to what I thought was the way things were going to go. I thought
there'd be a few more fuckings and suckings and then they'd get fed up and throw
me out. What's the problem I thought? I've never fucked more than one at a time
but I must admit the idea had occurred to me on more than one occasion, so what
the hell, a gang bang never hurt anyone. I was pretty sure that if they'd intended to do me harm then they would have done it by now. I began to feel confident that things would be OK.

After all, what are four cocks more or less?

While the four of them ate the takeaway I was left on the floor between them. I
was a bit bruised and sore, and very sticky from all the cum, but otherwise I was OK.

"Tell me, bitch, how do you like my brothers?"

"They're OK." Another slap.

"Wrong answer bitch."

"I like them a lot, they're very nice."

"Do you like their cocks?"

"Yes, their cocks are lovely, I love them."

At this point things began to slip out of skew. Although I'd made up my mind to
accept my fate and just survive, my body began to take over. The four very quick
shags had affected me more than I'd care to admit. So had four cocks in my
throat one after the other. I had not orgasmed during their use of me and with a
shock realized I was feeling randy. The earlier anticipation I was feeling about
spending the night with David had now been replaced by raw sexual hunger. My
growing confidence also affected my judgment. I answered another question
before it was asked.

"I want more."

They all stared at me as if they couldn't believe their ears.

"What did you say?" one of them asked.

"I want more cock. I want more hard cock."

"What else?" The mood in the room changed. There was now a sexual tension that
we all felt. My stomach churned.

"Anything you want, I want to be your sex slave slut bitch."

They looked at each other and then as one they seemed to make a decision.

"Go get the van." One of them went out.

"Tie her up and blindfold her." In seconds I was trussed up and blindfolded. A
blanket was wrapped around me and I was lifted onto someone's shoulder. I felt
the cool night air and the next second I was dumped roughly in the back of a
van. I heard the others climb in and the van drove off.

We must have driven for about a half-hour when the van stopped. I was lifted up
again. I smelled the unmistakable air of the country. I heard cows and I
guessed I was on or near a farm. My carrier dumped me on the floor and unwrapped
the blanket. Straw filled my mouth as I rolled over and the sharp ends pricked
my body in a thousand places. The blindfold was removed and I saw I was in a
barn. My hands were untied. The four of them stood around me.

"Tell us again what you want."

My mouth was dry and my stomach was heavy with a mixture of dread and
anticipation, "More, I want more of everything, abuse me, fuck me."

"Ask nicely bitch."

"Please fuck me and abuse me master."

David dropped his trousers and sat on a bale of hay. "Crawl over here and suck
my cock bitch."

I crawled across the floor on all fours, wagging my ass as I moved and took him in my mouth. I licked and
sucked up and down the shaft. Another of them got behind me and slid his tool in
my cunt. Now one of my favorite positions is being taken from behind. He pumped
hard and at each thrust I was pushed forward onto David's cock in my mouth. My
orgasm began to build and I started moaning and grunting. David was reaching the
point of no return when he grabbed my hair, pulled out and wanked himself off
over my face. His come splashed on my cheeks and eyes and went up my nose. Just
then the man behind pounded into me and shot his sperm and I cried out loud in
my own orgasm. I pushed my ass up and high so that I could feel him deeper
inside me. He pulled out and another one took his place. He grabbed a handful of
my hair and pushed me face down in the dirty floor. With his other hand he
opened my legs wider and slapped my ass. The stinging slap made me jump and cry
out.

"Do you like that bitch?"

"Yes." Another slap.

"Harder?"

"YES, SPANK MY ASS!" And then four or five hard very slaps to my ass.

He positioned himself and I felt the tip of his cock against my asshole. Now one of
the things I haven't done was take a cock up my ass. I had thought about it and
I'd often fingered myself but so far I'd never been buggered. I hesitated and
then relaxed as he continued to press home. He'd lubricated himself with
something and gradually his cock slipped into my rectum. I was stretched wide
and with a final rough shove he broke past the sphincter muscle and was deep
inside. I screamed at the sudden pain but that seemed to make him harder and
bigger. I was buggered by what felt like a telegraph pole. My face was forced
down into the dirt as he rammed into me. The lubrication saved me from serious
injury but it also heightened the sensations. I began to push back and encourage
him to go deeper.

"Yes...yes...harder." I hear myself moan into the dirt. The straw and muck of
the stable floor got in my mouth and I spat it out as my sodomist shot his sperm
up my ass. He quickly pulled out and I was left with an empty feeling wanting
more. The fourth man wasted no time in slipping his tool into the space left by
his brother. He had more stamina and I was ass reamed good and hard. At one point my
bum was slapped again and again as the cock shuddered its way deeper into my
rectum than anything other had been before. I came again and again as my asshole
was fucked. The shit and filth of the floor filled my mouth as I screamed in
ecstasy.

I lay curled up panting with spent emotion. My brain was in a whirl and I was
beginning to feel a little sore. I didn't so much care about where I was and I
was also still pretty sure that these four wouldn't hurt me seriously. But I was
now feeling guilty and confused about my own reaction to being abused in this
way. I'd enjoyed it. One of them brought me a drink of water that I gulped
eagerly. Thirsty work this I thought! I wiped off the worst of the stable floor
but I must look a sight. My introspection didn't last because two of them
grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. My hands were tied in front and then pulled
up with the rope on a pulley attached to a crossbeam. My arms were stretched up
and my breasts stood high with the little pointy nipples standing proud. More
ropes were tied around my ankles and my legs were stretched wide. I was pulled
into an inverted 'Y'. My own weight pulled me down and my arms began to burn as
my shoulders were pulled against their sockets. A sudden swishing sound ended in
a searing pain across my back. I screamed but before I could take a breath
another burning slash crossed the first. The blows came one after the other and
gradually my back was criss-crossed with the marks of some sort of whip. I'd
long since stopped screaming and was now a whimpering wreck, a lump of meat
hanging from a hook, I wasn't human just something to whip and fuck as the whim
occurred to my torturers. More blows fell, but this time across my ass. I
hadn't realized just how sensitive my bum was until these four decided to whip
it. They used canes and there must have been two of them, one on each side of
me. I felt blood dripping down my legs as I drifted in and out of consciousness.
David stood in front of me and lifted my chin. I could barely see him through
tear filled eyes and a pain-wracked brain. He dropped my chin onto my chest and
from a distance I saw him take hold of each nipple and pinch it tight between
two pairs of pliers. The pain slashed like lightening through my brain and I
screamed again. He tied off the handles with elastic bands and left the cruel
jaws gripping my nipples. The pain was made worse by the weight of each pliers pulling
down. By this time I was just aware that dawn was breaking. They left me hanging
in the barn beaten and bleeding with cruel pliers gripping my tortured nipples.
I couldn't think of anything but the pain.

I don't know how long I was left but in time they returned. They untied my hands
and legs and I slumped to the floor. The sudden movement shook the pliers
attached to my breasts sending fresh waves of agony into my nipples.
Instinctively I held my breasts hoping to relieve the pain. David slapped my
hands away causing more pain but to my utter relief he released my nipples from
the pliers. The blood rushed back and there was more pain, but the pliers were
gone. I was pulled to my feet and pushed and shoved out of the barn and across
the yard. I had no idea where I was and didn't care but I could see the farm was
in the middle of nowhere. They pushed me into the farmhouse and into the
kitchen.

"We're hungry bitch so you can cook us a nice big breakfast. Don't take too
long and stay naked."

They left me to it and I did what they asked. I found eggs and bacon and all the
makings in the fridge and cupboards. I quickly fried the eggs and bacon. Made a
huge mound of toast. Put beans, tomatoes and mushrooms to cook and made a huge
pot of tea. I laid the table and put out the condiments. When it was ready I
went into the living room where they were sprawled watching TV and announced
that it was ready. I'd obviously done a good job because they ate everything in
sight while I watched from the corner where they'd made me sit, well I didn't
really sit because my ass was so sore, but I sort of knelt and crouched. From
their conversation it was clear that they owned the farm. Three worked full time
while David worked in town, hence his flat there. They discussed normal everyday
events and if it wasn't for me, crumpled dirty and naked in the corner, this
would seem to be an everyday breakfast scene down on the farm. The only thing
out of place was a naked, beaten and ****d slut bitch in the corner. ****? Was it
****? I had asked for more. Was I a victim? Or was I a willing partner in my
own abuse and mistreatment? What would the head doctors say about this? Who
cares I thought. Get out of this alive and then wallow in self-pity and
self-examination later when you're safe. They finished their meal and told me to
wash up then join them in the other room. I washed the dishes and cleaned the
kitchen then went in to join them. Two had disappeared leaving just David and
the one called Alan. They led me upstairs and pushed me into the bathroom. There
I was allowed to shower and go to the toilet, but I couldn't lock the door. The
hot water and soap was absolutely wonderful and the pain eased in my beaten
body. After I'd finished they locked me in a small bedroom. David's parting
remark was "See you later bitch, get some rest, you'll need it." Then I was
alone.

I've never been one for looking gift horses in the mouth and so I rolled myself
up in the sheets and fell asleep almost immediately. Later in the day David
brought me sandwiches and a drink. He didn't say anything but left and locked
the door again. It was dark when they came for me but I'd been awake for hours.
The noises of the farm woke me in the afternoon and I could see and hear the
four going about their normal day-to-day work. I was taken downstairs and pushed
out into the yard and once again into the barn. My stomach churned with
apprehension and, now I realize, with anticipation - I was looking forward to my pain, humiliation and abuse. They stood in a circle
around me and I was pushed to the floor.

"Get on your knees bitch and tell us your name."

"My name is Bitch," I replied. I was shaking.

"Bark bitch, bark like the bitch you are."

For the next few minutes I crawled around on all fours going from one to the
other barking like a dog. They laughed and urged me on slapping my sides and
rump as if they would a real dog only not so gently. David put a collar on me
and led me to a post. There he chained me tightly so that my head was held fast
against the post and low down near the floor. I was on my hands and knees with
my ass high up in the air. He slapped me.

"Are you a good bitch?" I barked in reply.

"Good girl." He slapped me again.

He loosened his trousers and knelt behind me. I felt a cold finger reaming my
ass as he worked a lubricant in and around my ring, pushing deeper and making
me ready. Reaching around my sides he grabbed hold of each breast and rammed
hard in my ass. I jumped forward and nearly strangled myself with the lead
around my neck. His cock was buried deep and he pumped me backward and forward
pulling on my tits. My pain was of no interest to him and he just continued to
bugger me until he erupted jerking and moaning until he was spent. I didn't come
but his sperm now lubricated my ass and the pain lessened. He pulled out and
one of his brothers replaced him. This time I was ready and lubricated by
David's spunk. I screamed and shuddered in an orgasm almost as soon as he began
to move and this turned him on so much that he shot his load seconds later. The
third and then the fourth brother took their turns buggering me and I came again
and again.

When the last one had finished I still wanted more. I was whimpering against the
post, my arms wrapped around it to hold myself steady as each cock pounded into
me and to stop myself choking on the lead. I heard the swish of the cane and
felt the searing burning pain of its kiss on my bum. I couldn't stop myself from
screaming. The strokes continued criss-crossing my bum and each time the burning
of the cane stoked the fire building up in my cunt.

"Please...please." I begged.

"What my little bitch?" A stroke from the cane "Do you want us to stop?" Another
stroke.

"No...no...fuck me...fuck me." Another stroke.

"But we just have." Another stroke. "We're very tired." Another stroke.

"Please...please." I begged. Another stroke. My bum was on fire and my cunt was
a raging inferno. "Please fuck me more." The caning stopped and a new horror began. I
felt a cold wet snuffling nose against my ass and cunt. I stretched round as
far as I could see and saw the biggest dog I'd ever seen in my life
straining against his lead as Alan held him just close enough to my rear end for
him to sniff and lick. His rasping tongue licked my nether parts and my raging
desire climbed to new heights. My stomach heaved in the sure knowledge of what
was to follow. "No...No...Please don't let him near me!" I panicked and
struggled against my lead. David brought the cane down hard across my back and I
screamed again with a new pain.

"Shut up bitch. What are you?"

"I'm a bitch."

"Then bark!" I barked and the dog behind me renewed its efforts to do what came
naturally.

"What are you?" Again.

"I'm a bitch."

"What did you just beg for?"

"To be fucked."

"Well then? You're a bitch begging to be fucked and we've brought a dog begging
to fuck you. What's the problem?" I didn't answer which brought another stroke
of the cane across my back.

"I said what's the problem?"

"No problem."

"So you're getting what you want aren't you?"

"Yes."

"So, tell me again what you are and what you want."

"I'm a bitch and I want to be dog ****d."

Alan loosened the dog and he went into a frenzy. He lunged forward and mounted
me. His prick stabbed again and again at my parts missing most of the time until
one of the brothers guided him into my cunt. The dog's prick slid in deep and
before too long the knot had swelled up and he was locked on. The stamina of a
grown Alsatian dog is phenomenal and he pumped and pumped me for what seemed like
hours. The horror of my ordeal swamped me and I slumped against the post as the
dog ravaged me. His hot stinking breath scorched my back and his saliva dribbled
down the sides of my face. His dewclaws dug cruelly into my sides as he plunged
in and out. The knot grew and filled my cunt as nothing else and to my added
horror I felt myself responding. It mattered not what was fucking me only that
it was a cock, any cock. I shuddered through a series of orgasm after orgasm as
the dog humped and slavered over my bent back. Eventually he juddered to his own
climax and my cunt was swamped with spurting dog's come. He continued to jerk as
Alan pulled him off me. His knot wasn't fully retracted and the pain of his
withdrawal reminded me of my position. I collapsed sobbing. Someone pulled my
hands behind me and tied them together. Then they left me to my misery and
filth. With my hands tied behind my back and my neck in a collar tied hard
against the post I was in no position to do anything other than slump on the
dirty floor and wallow in self pity. I sobbed for what seemed like hours until I
eventually drifted into a troubled sleep.

I was awoken by water splashing on my face, only it wasn't water. They'd
returned from the pub, I could smell the alcohol, and they wanted more of me.
Beer has a habit of filling the bladder so three of them relieved themselves,
over me. I could taste the bitter acid of their piss as they directed it over my
shoulders, face and legs. David wasn't pissing over me but he was saving
himself. He undid my collar.

"Get on your knees bitch." I obeyed, struggling to get up with tied hands. "Open
your mouth." I did so knowing what was to come and hoping to get through it. He
pissed in my mouth and I couldn't help but gulp and swallow. He must have been
saving himself all night for that piss because he must have emptied two pints
down my throat and over my face.

"Now suck it." I opened my mouth and sucked him in. It's hard to think that just
twenty-four hours earlier I done this to him in a taxi in anticipation of a long
weekend of sex. I'd certainly got that but not in any way I would have dreamed
of. My mind wandered as my mouth did its work. Although his character had
changed, David's cock was still lovely and before too long I was enjoying myself
as I relaxed my throat and took him deeper. I started to moan as I always do
when sucking a cock and before long David came in my mouth and I greedily
slurped every drop.

By this time the other three were aroused.

"Let's have a threesome." Alan said and lay on the floor. David stood up and
dragged me by my hair so that I straddled Alan. I sat down and his prick slid
easily into my snatch. The other two, Michael and Evan, filled my asshole and mouth
and all three of them pumped each of my orifices. Michael grabbed my hair and
slammed his cock into my asshole. He pushed my face hard against Evan's groin
almost choking me on his cock. Evan pushed back by grabbing another handful of
hair and this pulling and pushing of head and ass sent Alan into wild
hysterics. He pinched and twisted my nipples and my whole body was a swirling
mixture of pain and pleasure. My hands were still tied behind my back and so I
was helpless and impaled on three pricks. All four of us rushed to our orgasms.
Evan in my mouth was the first and I gagged and choked on a mouthful of come.
Alan underneath me came next and I joined him and screamed in my agony and
ecstasy. Last came Michael. He pulled my head back and slammed me down again
banging my head on the floor to the side of Alan who was still trapped beneath
us. With each shove of his cock in my asshole he banged my head against the floor.
At last he came shuddering in me and again I joined him in another wave of my
own. He pulled out and stood up still pulling my hair. He yanked me off Alan and
threw me down to lie in a heap at their feet. They left me there in filth for
the rest of the night, bolting the barn door after them. I knew it wasn't
sensible to try and escape, where would I go? How would I get there? Naked,
beaten, buggered and bruised I wouldn't get far. So I made myself as comfortable
as I could with my hands still tied and tried to sleep. The straw on the floor
was extremely uncomfortable and I was forever changing position because stalk
after stalk would prick me in tender places. I found time to laugh at the irony.

Early the next morning, Sunday, David came for me and took me into the
farmhouse. Breakfast again. By now I was starving with a raging thirst. I had
eaten nothing since the day before and I'd not drunk anything either, not
counting the piss. I was weak and dehydrated. As I prepared their breakfast I
drank as much water as I could and stole a little food. I didn't know what
they'd do if they caught me but I didn't want to risk anything. I'd survived 36
hours so far and the weekend was coming to an end. David knew I worked and I was
sure that they'd let me go sometime today. Breakfast was finally ready and once
again I watched them wolf it down from my place in the corner. David threw me a
piece of toast and I pounced on it hungrily. This led to more fun as each of
them threw me a scrap, but of course I had to eat it off the floor like a good
bitch. After breakfast I washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Just as I
was finishing David came and led me into the living room. All the brothers were
there. David pushed me to the floor and then sat down. They'd moved the
furniture around so that four chairs surrounded me as I knelt on the bare
floorboards. I was acutely aware that I hadn't washed for more than twenty-four
hours. I was filthy from the barn, hay clung to my body and hair and there
wasn't a part of me that wasn't sticky and filthy. My back and bum were still
bruised and my eye was swollen from Michael banging my head on the barn floor as
he buggered me last night.

"Come here," This was David. I crawled to him. "Suck this bitch." And once again
my mouth was around his cock. I sucked and lapped it up hoping to bring him off
quickly. I could feel his cock begin to swell and jerk but he pulled me by the
hair away from him and pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot his come in the
centre of the floor. Next I had to repeat this to Michael and then to Evan and
Alan. Each of them shot their spunk and added to the growing puddle on the
floor.

"Did you enjoy that bitch?"

"Yes," I said.

"So lick it up." This from Michael, pointing to the mess on the floor. I crawled
to the centre of the room and lowered my mouth to the sticky, and by now cold,
puddle of come on the floor.

"Slowly bitch!" And to reinforce this I got a slap on my ass. The force of the
blow pushed me face down in the puddle of come.

"That's it bitch, rub your face in it." I lowered my face and rubbed my face in
come. I licked it and made sure that it was smeared over my face and hair. I
licked the floor clean. By now I would have done anything they asked, not that I
would have had much choice. My feelings were numb and I was full of
self-loathing.

"Now lie on your back and spread your cunt." I did so.

"Play with your slutty cunt." My fingers slowly rubbed my cunt lips and tweaked my
clit. I started to respond and very quickly became wet. I pushed two fingers
inside my cunt and pushed my legs under me and raised my hips from the floor. With my
free hand I reached under me and fingered my asshole. They loved that. By now I was
losing control and becoming oblivious to the spectators. One of them threw
something at me.

"Use this bitch." I stopped and picked it up, it was a cucumber. I'd gone too
far to stop or protest and so I resumed fucking myself with the cucumber. I slid
it deeper and slowly withdrew it. Then faster and faster as my orgasm grew and
finally exploded sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over me. I
collapsed with the cucumber still deep in my twat. My humiliation was complete.

"Put this on." David threw my dress on the floor beside me. He must have brought
it with them on Friday night, When was that? Slowly I rose and slid my
dress over my head. My bra and panties were missing, still in tatters on the
floor of David's flat I guessed. Two of them held my arms and took me outside to
the van. They opened the door and pushed me in the back. As before, my eyes were
blindfolded but I couldn't have cared less. We drove away from the farm and then
we stopped. David and Michael got out and opened the door after removing my
blindfold. We were outside my house. David gave me my bag and coat then both he
and Michael got back in the van and drove off without a word. I stood looking
after them stunned before suddenly rushing inside before anyone could see me. I
locked the door and slumped down. The reality hit me and I burst into tears and
sobbed until I could cry no more. Recovering I went upstairs and ran a very hot
bath. I soaked away the filth and pain until the water was cold, and then I did
it again with fresh hot water. By the time I finished I was scrubbed pink and my
skin was dimpled from too much water. I then climbed into my bed and fell asleep
instantly. I woke up six hours later just as dusk was creeping across the sky. I
bathed again and afterwards examined myself in the mirror. Surprisingly I wasn't
damaged too much. The bruise on my eye was yellowish and I still had the marks
of the cane across my back and buttocks. But otherwise I was all right. The next
thing I did was make myself a huge omelet and washed it down with a
half-bottle of wine. I spent the rest of the night in self-pity, recrimination
at myself and the brothers, raging against my own weakness and their arrogance.
Later in the night I began to accept that what had happened couldn't be changed.
I couldn't change the things they'd done to me but more importantly I couldn't
change the way I had reacted. I had enjoyed it, the r****g of my cunt and ass
and mouth, the beating and the humiliation, and even I realized, the dog. I
recognized myself as a slut, and yes, a bitch. Just as they'd said. I was a
bitch. I slept curled up on the couch wrapped in my robe.

The next morning I called in sick. I mooned about the house most of the day
washing and ironing and cleaning, but I was a zombie. My self-realization of the
previous evening had turned to depression and self-loathing. I didn't stir from
the house for the next two days. I found myself bathing every few hours and at
times I'd burst into tears for no reason. But there was a reason.

By Wednesday I'd begun to calm down and feel better about myself and I was able
to return to work. The bruise around my eye had healed, so too had the marks on
my back and bum. That night I couldn't sleep. I was assailed by huge walking
cocks at every turn. My breasts tingled and ached and my cunt seemed to be on
fire. I wanted a fuck. I wanted to feel something hard in my cunt and asshole. I
was raging. I got up and dressed in a loose tracksuit. I wore nothing
underneath. I put on running shoes and tied my hair into a ponytail, then I took
my purse and house keys and went out. I didn't know what I was looking for but I
knew it wasn't in my house. I wandered the streets. I stopped and realized I was
outside David's flat. My stomach churned as I walked to the door and rang the
bell. I was just about to leave when the light went on and he opened the door
wrapped in a towel. He didn't say a word but stepped aside to let me in. As he
closed and locked the door I turned to him and threw myself at him, mashing my
mouth against his and trying to stick my tongue down his throat. He responded by
grabbing the cheeks of my ass and pulling my trousers down. I pulled my top off
and slid down his legs to suck his cock. My lust was overpowering and I greedily
forced him to the back of my throat. He pushed me onto my back and lunged on top
of me. My legs opened wide and I pulled him down until his beautiful cock
plunged deep into my cunt. It was bliss, he pumped and pistoned in and out and
we slid across the carpet burning my back. He was a wild man and fucked me
mercilessly until I thought he'd break my pelvis with his thudding.

"Yes...yes...fuck me harder...please hurt me...harder...hurt me." I begged and
the filth and obscenities continued to spew out of my mouth. After what seemed
like hours of plunging his cock in my cunt we both exploded in a mind shattering
orgasm that left us panting and exhausted.

I was sweating and gasping for breath but I was not satisfied yet. David lay
almost u*********s beside me. I knelt up and took his limp and sticky cock in my
mouth again. I wanted more. He stirred and looked at me as I suckled and
slavered over his hardening cock. When he was fully hard I knelt up and turned
my back to him. Reaching around I pulled my cheeks apart to show him my winking
asshole. I poked myself with my fingers and pulled the ring apart. David leant
forward and pushed his thumb into my asshole. With his other hand he began to slap
me. I wriggled my bum in the air encouraging him to smack me harder.

"Harder?" he asked.

"Yes, harder, give me a good slapping!"

He did with six more stinging slaps. He stopped and stood up.

"Don't move bitch." He said and walked into the kitchen. He returned with a
bottle of cooking oil and poured it over my ass. The oil ran between my cheeks
and I reached between my legs and worked it in and out of my ass for the
lubrication. David pushed the head of the bottle into me and tipped it up. I
felt the oil running deep inside and I pushed back to force more of the bottle
inside. He pulled it out and within seconds had slid his cock deep in my asshole.
As he buggered me he slapped me again and again. Reaching round he slapped my
swinging tits, pulling and pinching my nipples cruelly. He pushed me face down
on the floor and pounded my asshole until once again we both came in a shattering
orgasm. Now I was satisfied. I spent the rest of the night in his bed; I'd
finally spent the night with him. The next morning I made breakfast for both of
us. We didn't talk much but we both knew that last night was just the beginning.
I dressed in my tracksuit and made to leave, David walked me to the door and
kissed me gently and tenderly on the lips.

"I'm going to the farm this weekend," he said. I paused and looked at him a long
time before coming to my decision.

"Can I come with you?" I whispered, not willing to look him in the eye.

"Are you sure?" he asked in reply. "You realize what you're letting yourself in
for?"

"Yes, I want more abuse, I need to be punished. I’m a filthy slut cunt." I said.

"OK then, I'll pick you up at eight, don't bother to pack."

I left and went home. I was in time to wash up and go to work as usual, even
though I was a little late. I was at peace with myself. I was a smutty bitch and
content to let four strapping farm boys use me for whatever they wanted. There
it is. That's my story of my journey into depravity or self-enlightenment. Call
it what you will.

Chapter Two

My name is Mandy and I'm a bitch. During the past week I've come to recognize a
depraved side to my nature that craves punishment and humiliation. Last weekend
and the events of Wednesday night had opened my eyes and mind to my true sexual
nature. I'd undergone a terrible and painful ordeal that had led to my willing
participation in my own abuse and degradation. I am not stupid as I think I've said
before, in fact I know I am an intelligent and well-educated woman. I am 25,
healthy and normally well adjusted to my life. However, intelligence and
education has very little to do with emotions, feelings, desires, and physical
needs. I had learned that I enjoyed humiliation and physical abuse. I accepted
it, a part of me rebelled and was repelled by this acceptance, but right now, my
desires overcame my repulsion. That's why I'd asked to go back to the farm with
David. I knew what to expect and indeed desired it, craved it and was eager to
take part in what was to come with a willingness that more sensible people might
have called foolishness. And so, after I came home from work on Friday, I'd had
a long soak in the bath and a light meal. At 7:45pm I was dressed in my
tracksuit and running shoes. I didn't wear any underwear and I didn't pack
anything to take with me. I waited with increasing anticipation and a churning
stomach. More than once as I got ready I almost went out with the intention of
avoiding David when he called.

David arrived at just after eight. I heard the van drive up and went out to meet
him, closing and locking my door behind me. Michael was also with him in the
van. Of the four brothers Michael was the biggest and the cruelest. I liked him
the least but perversely it was he who took me to new heights of pleasure via
new depths of humiliation and pain. Michael got out of the passenger seat and
opened the rear doors.

"Get in slut," he said, and climbed in after me. David drove while Michael was
with me in the back.

"Strip naked now bitch, you know sluts like you don’t deserve to wear any clothes." I did so and Michael stuffed my clothes, purse and keys into a plastic bag. Then he blindfolded me and tied my hands behind my back. I lay face down on the floor on a dirty tarpaulin. The rough material irritated my breasts and I
began once more to feel the familiar sensations of desire begin to build in my
loins. Michael leaned across and slapped my bottom.

"So, you didn't get enough last week bitch, and now you want more, is that
right?"

"Yes master, I’m here to be punished and abused," I answered.

We drove the rest of the way in silence. As soon as we arrived I was bustled
from the van, across the yard and into the barn. I could feel the concrete yard
and then the dirt floor of the barn beneath my feet. I was pushed to my knees. I
heard the rustling of men moving about and I guessed that the others were
waiting for us.

My hands were untied and the blindfold removed. I realized with horror that
there were two more men besides the brothers, six in total.

"These are our cousins, Henry and Tony. They wanted to meet you. Do you have any
objections?"

I swallowed, "No."

"Are you here willingly bitch?" David asked.

"Yes."

"Do you understand what we're going to do to you?"

"Yes."

"Tell us what we're going to do to you?"

"You're going to fuck me and bugger me and **** me." I could feel my cunt getting wet and I knew my nipples were hard and erect.

"What else?"

"You'll torture me, beat me, punish me and humiliate and degrade me."

"And you willingly submit to this?"

"Yes, I want you to abuse me, please abuse me."

"We will show no mercy and won't stop until we're ready no matter what you say,
do you understand?"

"Yes."

"What are you?"

"I'm your slut cunt bitch."

"What do bitches do?" I barked like a dog in reply.

"Suck Henry's cock bitch."

I crawled over to Henry and released his trousers. His prick jumped out and
poked me in the eye. I opened wide and began to suck him. Greedily I licked and
drew him deeper in my mouth, rolling my tongue around the shaft and across the
head. His climax built and I cupped his balls and squeezed them. He pushed
forward sharply and spurted into my mouth, I swallowed and then rubbed his
dribbling cock across my face, squeezing the residual come out and spreading it
over my cheeks. My cunt was dripping and my desire raged.

"My turn." Said Tony and roughly shoved his cock in my face. Once again I opened
my mouth and sucked him in. Tony held my head and pumped himself forward,
fucking my face until he too reached his climax but just as he came he pulled
out and shot his spunk over my face. My eyes, hair and nose were covered in his
come and he rubbed his cock across my face. I opened up again and licked him
clean. My hair was grabbed in a rough handful and I was dragged across the floor
and thrown face down over a hay bale. The pain was so intense I cried out and
tears stung my eyes. I felt the cruel harsh sting of the cane repeatedly across
my buttocks. Again and again I was thrashed and I screamed as the strokes
alternated between my bum, thighs and back. All the time I was held hard down on
the hay-bale by my hair. Eventually the beating stopped and my hair was
released. I knelt whimpering and crying from the searing pain but the desire had
now built to a growing crescendo. I could feel my cunt dripping in its natural
anticipation and then I felt something cold and greasy being smeared in my
asshole and then one, then two fingers were poked and pushed into my fuckhole. One
brother after the other took turns to bugger me. The pain across my buttocks
joined itself to the new pain of the cocks in my asshole, one after the other
they brutally sodomised me. One slapped me as he rammed in and out, another
pinched and twisted my nipples and another reached around and squeezed my cunt
and clitoris. By the time the last one had entered me and began jamming in and
out I had exploded three times in ever increasing orgasms. I was screaming
constantly from the heightened sensations of pain and pleasure that wracked my
body in ever changing intensities. The rough stubble of the hay-bale chafed
cruelly across my breasts and stomach. Finally they finished with me and I slid
off the hay-bale and onto the floor. My back and bottom felt red raw and my
asshole was on fire. I could feel their spunk dripping down my thighs. I lay
still, panting and recovering for whatever came next.

A hand grabbed my hair again and pulled me to my feet. My wrists were tied with
a separate rope on each. These were attached to pulleys on the beams and I was
pulled up and my feet left the floor. Two more ropes were tied to my ankles and
these too were pulled behind me until I was suspended horizontally from four
ropes about three feet clear of the floor. Each rope attached to my ankles and
wrists was then spread wide so that I was left hanging spread-eagled from the
beams. My own weight pulled me down caused increasing pain to my joints. The
rope burned into my ankles and wrists. Suddenly there was movement and I felt
the scorch of something hard and whip like against my side. I screamed again and
again as I was whipped repeatedly all over my body. I began an involuntary count
of the blows but after fifty I lost track when a searing slash was made to the
inside of my thigh, high up near my groin. I screamed louder as similar blows
landed on my thighs until, creeping ever higher, the blows landed one after the
other on my cunt and then alternately between the cheeks of my buttocks. The
pain was indescribable and then I must have momentarily passed out.

I awoke moments later on fire. I felt as if every inch of skin had been whipped
and was burning. The pain in the outer lips of my cunt was so intense that I
couldn't stop writhing but there was no relief. Renewed agony visited my body as
I was raised up so that Michael could stand in front of me. He pinched my
nipples and then gripped one of them in pliers. He pulled it out hard from my
breast until I thought he'd pull it off. Then I felt a sharp agonizing prick as
the end of a thin steel hook was pushed into the aureole. He pushed steadily
until I felt the sudden pop as the point came out the other side. The stinging
pain was doubled as Michael repeated the piercing to my other nipple. Once again
I was hauled up so that I was suspended horizontally. Wire was then attached to
the eye of each hook and my tits were dragged down to the floor by a weights
attached to the wire. This heightened pain continued as the weight tried to
follow the natural force of gravity pulling it down, but was held it suspended
by my tits. And then my torture increased beyond what I thought was possible. I
screamed anew as a lightening jolt of electricity crashed into my senses. Again
I screamed as another jolt hit me. A clear part of my brain realized I was being
tortured by a cattle prod. Another jolt but this time the prod was touched to my
nipples. I was past screaming, and babbled incoherently. Each jolt caused my
body to jump against my ropes and I jerked down hard which caused more pain as
each jerking lifted and dropped the weights attached to my nipples. My torturer
touched the prod to different parts of my body and then slowly and deliberately
he slid it in my cunt. I writhed and struggled against the certainty of what was
coming but I was powerless to stop as he pressed the button to send the powerful electric
shock deep in my cunt. I stiffened with agony and jerked up and down on my
ropes. Three times he shocked me and three times I felt him push the prod ever
deeper in my cunt until it was hard up against my cervix. The pain was absolute
and there was no existence but pain. A dark cloud invaded my senses and I saw
things as if through a long dark tunnel. My torturer used the prod as a dildo,
fucking me with it slowly and gently, against all sense and reason I felt my
orgasm build and I moaned and strained back as much as I could. I started coming
as the waves of my orgasm built and as I shuddered to the peak I was jolted
again. The pain and pleasure mixed and there was no distinction, I screamed and
screamed but I didn't know if I wanted it to stop or continue. Sweat dripped
from me and the prod was withdrawn.

I was lowered to the floor and my ropes released. The weights attached to the
hooks in my tits were taken off but the hooks remained. I slumped in the dirt,
curled up; sobbing with the impossible sensations my body was experiencing. My
respite didn't last. I was hauled to my feet and two wires were attached afresh
to the eyes of the hooks through my tits, which by now were streaming with
blood. These wires were then fastened to ropes that were attached to the pulleys
on the beams. I was pulled up and my nipples stretched impossibly long until my
heels just left the floor. I cried out and hugged my own breasts and lifted my
self up to ease the pain and take the weight off my tits. My hands were pulled
behind me and tied. I was hanging by my tits from the beams with most of my
weight just taken on my toes. Then they left me and I could just see them going
into the farmhouse. The pain in my tits seared and dominated my senses.

I have no idea how long I hung there and I was near the point of being unable to
bear any more. But I knew that the weekend had just begun, and there was no
escape, and I didn't want to. I had agreed to this, more importantly, I'd asked
for it. Even in my agony I could think and in time the pain in my breasts and
feet dulled to an insistent ache. After a time Michael came back and released
me. Once more I found myself slumped on the dirty barn floor wracked with pain.
He attached a collar around my neck and clipped a lead to it. I was led across
to the house and into the living room. Michael unclipped the lead and pushed me
on my knees in the centre of the room. The six men lounged about on the
furniture watching me. David rose and came towards me, he reached down and
pushed me onto my back.

"Open your legs slut." I opened wide. "Wider." I stretched wider until I was
splitting my groin. "Grab hers legs, she's not stretched wide enough." Someone grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs up and wide over my head until all my weight was on my
shoulders and my cunt and asshole was open and exposed to the ceiling. David then
fucked me hard and long, his prick plunging in and out, up and down and I could
see him clearly stretching my cunt. He slammed himself down onto me and we both
orgasmed in a screaming climax. I was pulled onto my knees and fucked again from
the rear, another orgasm and more spunk filled me and dribbled down my legs.
Another man took his place and buggered me, reaming my asshole deep and long, a
fourth man shoved his cock in my face and I was impaled from both ends. I came
again twice more as number three shot his sperm in my ass. Number four was
still fucking my face and then shot in my mouth and over my face. Number five
turned me over and plunged right in. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, rose
up on his hands and feet and fucked my cunt until my teeth juddered and another
explosion swept through my loins. Finally the sixth man turned me back on my
knees and buggered me. He held onto the hooks in my nipples and rode me like a
horse using the hooks as reins. After slamming my asshole and stretching my nipples
he too came and emptied his balls in my bowels.

By this time we were all exhausted. The brothers and cousins lounged spent by
their exertions across the furniture and once more I lay covered and dripping in
spunk on the floor. David kicked my side.

"Get up bitch and get us some beers from the fridge." I got to my knees and
obeyed him. I brought back six cold bottles and handed them out.

"Go and make some sandwiches."

I went back to the kitchen and started to make a pile of sandwiches. Every now
and again I replenished their beers and I began to feel renewed perverse
pleasure in being not just a sex slave, but waiting on my master’s hand and feet.
I took a huge plate of sandwiches in to them with more beers and served each of
them in turn. I then knelt back down in the centre of the room to wait. Michael
rolled an empty beer bottle towards me. It rolled to a stop against my leg.

"Shove the beer bottle up your twat."

I raised my self and slowly inserted the wet cold bottle in my cunt. I gently
lowered myself until it was fully inserted. Alan rolled another bottle. I
didn't need to be told what to do with this one and raising myself again I stood
the bottle on its end and lowered my ass over it. Both bottles were now inside
me, one in each of my fuck holes.

"Fuck yourself." I raised and lowered myself up and down, thrusting the bottles
alternately into each hole; I began to climb to my orgasm again. I'd lost count
of the number of times I'd come that evening but still I was able to reach new
peaks. I bounced down harder on my loins, spreading myself and slamming into
the floor. The bottles had now disappeared into my body and I pounded myself
against the floor. I gave no thought to the very real danger of what would
happen to me if either of the bottles broke, I didn't care. I began to moan out
loud and threw my head back panting. I pulled the hooks in my tits and stretched
them painfully as I abused myself. I came in another shattering climax, three,
four times the waves of my orgasm crashed across my brain and loins. One by one
the six stood up and pissed on me. My orgasm was still pulsing through me and I
opened my mouth and searched for the streams of urine that splashed over my
shoulders, breasts, hair and face. I was drenched. And then, as they each shook
the last drops of urine over me, I once again slumped to the floor with the
bottles still embedded in me. Slowly I removed them.

But I wasn't allowed any rest. Someone kicked me again.

"More beer." I got up and once more ferried beer from the kitchen.

"Come here and kneel down in front of me," Michael ordered.

I did as I was told and knelt in front of him. He turned me around so that my
ass was towards him.

"Lift up." I raised my bum in the air and I guessed what was coming. I still
jumped as he slapped my ass. Slap, slap, one on each cheek and then again. He
knelt down beside me and with his left hand pushed my head down onto the floor.
With his right hand he spanked me. Again and again his hand rose and fell on the
same spot on my left buttock. The stinging pain grew until my whole attention
was centered on that one spot on my left flank as his hand rose and fell again
and again. My cunt began to ache as the pain increased my desire. I couldn't
help but wriggle my bottom as the spanking continued feeding my desire. I began
to moan and pant. I felt another hand begin to slap my other cheek and soon my
whole bum was burning. Someone fingered my asshole, working their fingers in and
out and stretching my rear fuckhole. Another hand pulled the hooks in my nipples and
still the spanking continued on both cheeks, now they'd settled into a rhythm.
The fingers in my asshole continued their probing, pinching and squeezing the ring
and the hooks were pulled out in opposite directions from my tits. The pain and
pleasure stirred my loins and I gasped as the fingers in my ass were removed and
I felt my cunt plundered by a cock. I came immediately and cried aloud as I was
pounded, I pushed back and lifted my head, I screamed my pleasure to the world,
and I howled like a dog and barked for the entertainment of my masters. My
orgasm shook through me and I continued to howl and bark. The cock withdrew but
I raised my rump higher and swiveled around rubbing myself backwards against
whoever was nearest. I opened my thighs wide and banged back against someone's
leg. I whimpered like a bitch in heat and rubbed myself up and down the leg. I
turned and barked for attention, nuzzling Henry's lap, trying to get at his cock
to suck it. But by now they were exhausted and none could conjure up an erection
to fuck me. I crawled back to the centre of the floor and rolled over in the
piss and come, I opened my legs and once again fucked my cunt and asshole with the bottles, plunging them deeper and harder into my bruised and hungry cunt and asshole. I slammed them harder again and again until at last I was rewarded by another orgasm that left me shuddering in a pool of filth. The six men watched my antics with cries of
encouragement and laughter at the dirty bitch in their midst. After and age
David got up and announced that he was going to bed.

"You can clean this mess up and sleep in the barn. Make the breakfast tomorrow,
we have an early start." And then he and the others went to bed. I was alone.

I cleaned the room, washing the floor and tidying the furniture. I then went
into the kitchen and cleaned up the dishes, put the empty bottles in the rubbish
can and then finally went across to the barn. I went round to the back and
crouched down over a drain and relieved myself. I then found an outside tap with
a hosepipe and used it to improvise a shower, I washed myself in cold water as
best I could and then used the hose as a douche and an enema to cleanse myself
internally. I didn't have a towel so I stayed wet. Then I went back into the
barn and found and old blanket. I wrapped myself up and burrowed myself into the
hay against the back wall.

I slept exhausted and didn't once wake up until the early sun crept above the
horizon. I was cold and so still wrapped in the blanket I returned to the house
and began making breakfast for six hungry men. One by one they came into the
kitchen, woke by the smell of cooking. I served them and continuously
replenished toast and mugs of tea. David and Michael decided what needed to be
done on the farm and doled out the various tasks between the brothers. Henry and
Tony weren't staying and left for their own homes after their breakfast. David
gave me my instructions for the day.

"You can clean up the house while we're out. Have dinner ready for six, we won't
be back until then. And stay naked slut. No clothes for cunts."

After they'd gone, for the next six hours, I cleaned the kitchen and the living
room. I made beds, collected their dirty clothes, did the laundry and ironing and
cleaned all the bathrooms. It felt funny to be doing housework in the nude.
I prepared the dinner early on and all it needed was
putting in the oven. At about three in the afternoon I finally finished the
housework. The place was spick and span and everything was tidy. Clean towels
were in all the bathrooms and all their bedrooms were tidy with clean sheets.
There were clean and ironed clothes in a pile because I didn't know whose was
whose. I checked the dinner and put the roast beef in the oven and checked that
all the vegetables were ready. And then I went upstairs and had a long, long
soak in very hot water. It was absolute bliss. My back and buttocks were
surprisingly clear of marks, just a few welts here and there. I dried my self
and found some antiseptic that I used to clean the hooks in my tits. I searched
around and also found some skin lotion that I used with great abandon on my
body. I shone like a new pin and felt satisfied that I would please my owners.
Now when did I start to think of myself like that I wondered. Since I'd accepted
my role as their bitch I answered myself. The abuse of last night and the menial
drudgery of today had made me very tired but it was a satisfying tiredness. I
had changed so much in so short a time. My friends wouldn't recognize me as the
strong-minded independent Mandy that they knew. Here I was, naked and pierced,
willingly acting the part of a sex-slave and housemaid to four farming brothers.
I shook my head not fully understanding my own motives and went downstairs to
finish the dinner preparations.

Just before six they all began to arrive home (home - when had I started to
think of this as my home?), one by one they came in and after cleaning up sat at
the table. When they had all sat down I served them huge steaming plates of
roast beef, roast potatoes, cabbage, carrots, parsnips, Yorkshire pudding and
lashings of gravy. They couldn't hide their astonishment and pleasure. To follow
I'd made fresh fruit salad served with ice cream. The hours of helping my Mother
in the kitchen as a little girl had finally paid off.

"Well, well, well." Said David patting his stuffed tummy. "I reckon that was the
best meal I've had for a long long time."

The others were quick to agree and I found myself grinning like a Cheshire cat
at their praise. I poured beer for them as they sat digesting their dinner and
talking about their day. One by one they got up to leave and go upstairs to wash
up and change. I cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen. And then I
finished washing the dishes and pots and pans.

Michael came back into the kitchen and stood behind me. He reached out and
stroked my buttocks, running his hands down the crack of my cheeks. I leant
forward over the sink and opened my legs to give him better access. He reached
around with one hand and began to stroke my clitoris. I closed my eyes and
moaned as his fingers stroked my asshole and clitoris.

"You have been a busy bitch today, haven't you?"

I didn't answer because I was lost to the surprisingly gentle caresses of his
fingers between my legs. The others came into the kitchen and I felt more hands
caressing me. All very gentle and soothing. Strong hands lifted me up and laid
me down across the table. My legs were spread and I felt rough cheeks on the
insides of my thighs and then the delicious sensation of a tongue licking my
cunt. The tongue flicked and licked and then rubbed itself deeper between my
pussy lips. More mouths nibbled my tits and teased the hooks through my nipples. By
now I was moaning and threshing as four pairs of hands and four tongues went
wherever they wanted across my body. My legs were spread up and wide and pulled
over my head, at one point I felt a tongue switching between my cunt and my
asshole. More hands stroked me and pushed gently in any hole they could find. My
mouth was open and my eyes closed, fingers pushed into my mouth and I sucked
them. I shuddered to a slow gentle orgasm and the tongues and hands didn't stop.
I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. Another orgasm shook me and another as
fingers probed and mouths kissed and licked hungrily. I drifted on a cloud of
pure