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The Five Amigos

The Five Amigos
- Sam Darquesied

Having read many, many erotic stories involving self bondage I have come torealize that there are a few universal?and frustrating-- elements to virtuallyall these tales: you WILL get caught; the one who happens along will ALWAYS be aself centered, vindictive, and cruel blackmailer; you WILL be made to dohorrible, degrading things that will ruin your life forever; you are so weakwilled and horny that you WILL comply no matter what.

Oh PLEASE!!! Must this ALWAYS be the case?

While many aspects of the stories are titillating and, yes, I have beenprovoked to use my fingers on myself as I read, I still find the notion ofcomplete submission to a vicious, hateful tormentor to be an immediate turn off.

I have read stories from online BDSM clubs involving real people and, whilethe activities are usually much tamer than their fictional counterparts, thereis a ubiquitous theme?the submissive is ultimately in control. She can stopthings if they go too far and she can dictate the level of activity to remainwithin her sphere of pleasure. These are NOT weak willed women in any way.

There must be women out there who are able to combine some of the elements ofthe fiction with the fact. I needed to be one of those.

* * *

The bus ride home was long and, to while away the time, I had printed outseveral selections from an online bondage story archive. The idea of being boundnaked in front of several young men WAS exciting to me and daydreams ofperforming certain acts for them would definitely get me off but there was aline that my mental meanderings would not cross. There was one thing for sure; Iwanted to make my fantasies become reality but not the way these stories went; Ihad to be in control.

About a mile from town we passed the local ?gang? riding bicycles along thecounty road; probably heading for Brokenfront pond. These boys had been afixture around here since grade school, virtually inseparable for the pastseveral years. If you saw one you knew the others were nearby. They wereprobably around fifteen to seventeen now and still hung out together year round.As in any small, rural community, there is little for boys their age to do andthey got thrown out of Booker?s Mall with a regularity that will be missed whenthey grow up.

The boys were known as the ?Five Amigos? locally and were ostensibly ?led? byCarter Murray, the oldest of the group. The youngest was little William ?Boomer?van den Boom, definitely the runt of the litter and always at the end of thebicycle line. There was Frederick ?Freddie B? Bomax whose family has livedaround here for generations, and Marc Langfordshire who was unquestionably themost handsome young man in these parts; obviously destined to be a heartbreakerin his adult years. Lastly was Michael ?Mikey? Chen whose family caused quite astir when they moved to town and became the first Asians most of us had everseen. I had thought about these boys quite a bit over the past semester,wondering how they would like to spend the summer playing with a naked collegegirl.

* * *

It was near the end of the semester when I made up my mind that I could, andwould, make this happen. I had slept with three boyfriends in an equal number ofyears at university and all were sweet, kind, gentlemanly, and boring?especiallythe sex. The last, Kenneth, was almost a keeper. He was a wonderful man whotreated me with nothing but love and respect and, he was actually pretty good inbed. Well, good in the traditional sense where sex with him was slow andromantic; the kind that most women would kill for, I guess. Unfortunately, I amnot ?most women?. Although I had only fantasized about it, I knew that thebondage, exhibitionism, and pain-for-pleasure thing was important to me and itwas quickly clear that it just wasn?t for him.

Once the idea was set in my head I got to work. As an engineering major, ittook very little time to come up with a couple of, what I consider to be, prettyclever self bondage escape mechanisms. It took much longer to formulate a planas to how to approach the boys and ensure that we were all on the same page.After I had that set in stone all that was left was to purchase some essentialparaphernalia and go home.

* * *

As the bus rolled to a stop in front of Darcy?s Pharmacy, I could see Dadwaiting by the bench. My dad is a handsome man and he and I are pretty closeespecially after Mom passed away a few years ago. He is more or less retired nowand financially set, having sold much of the farm to a developer.Notwithstanding my new plans, I had already decided to spend the summer studyingand working on reports for the following term, foregoing any attempt to look fora summer job. He said that was okay with him adding that he would be spending alot of time with his new girlfriend in Bristol, about a two hour drive fromhere.

We had a nice chat on the way to the farm and, after asking about mysemester, he said that he was going to Maryianna?s virtually every weekend now.Dad normally returned on Monday afternoon but asked if I minded that he stayedthere longer sometimes. I ensured him that I was happy they were hitting it offso well and that, after eight months in a cacophonous residence, I would relishan abundance of quiet time.

As we turned into our long, tree lined lane, I remembered why I loved thisplace so much. The farm was left with a little over a hundred acres after Dadsold the rest, and that was mostly pasture for a couple of horses. The house wasa typical two story farmhouse which Dad had upgraded when he received the salemoney. There was a large, very well maintained barn and an equally immaculatedriving shed. Dad parked in front of the house and we went in, then Dad setabout making us supper while I went up to my room to unpack. It was Tuesday.

* * *

At dinner we chatted about local stuff then Dad said; ?Look Chris, I know youjust got here but Marianna is having a birthday for her youngest tomorrow nightand she asked if I could be there. You too, of course. What do you think??

?Oh Dad, do you mind if I pass? I?ve been really looking forward to justveging out here for a couple of days.?

Dad answered; ?Are you sure kiddo? She?d really like to see you again.?

?If it?s okay with you Dad I?d really rather stay here for now. We can go uptogether later in the summer maybe.?

?Whatever you want Christina? if that?s the case though, would you mind if Ijust stayed there through the weekend??

Perfect! This meant I could move my plans up by a whole week. ?No problemDad. I am really happy for you and Marianna.?

I went up to bed right after dinner and drifted off to sleep reaffirming myplan with the boys, my escape designs, and all that was to come.

* * *

In the morning I stood and waved as Dad drove down the lane. I headed for thebarn before he even reached the road and set about constructing and testing myfirst bondage rig. It would end up in a tight, suspended spread-eagle setbetween two heavy barn pillars. I had purchased comfortable, top quality wristand ankle cuffs, all with cleverly designed panic release mechanisms. I designedthe rig as a semi integrated system where the rope for my arms was loopedthrough the leg rope. This stretched me very tight but when any one of the panicreleases were activated the entire rope rig would collapse, freeing all fourlimbs. It took very little time to set up using natural hemp rope, some hardwarethat I had brought along, and a couple of car springs from the driving shed. Thesprings would snap the rig tight when they were triggered. I tested the rig withbags of seed and then a couple of times by fixing the leg rope ends to thepillars and actually hanging myself by the wrists. Even with all my weighthanging I had no difficulty in twisting my hand and releasing either cuff. Acouple of more rigs and I was ready for stage two.

The next day I dressed in a tight set of short shorts and a very slinkyhalter top, got together the paperwork I needed and hopped on my bike for a tripto the pond. Once there I just sat in the grass reading an engineering text andwaited.

The Amigos and I chatted often over the years and I knew that all five boyshad a crush on me?especially Marc whom they teased incessantly; ?Marc andChrissie sitting in a tree?? It was cute and I was pretty sure that all of themhad me in their fantasies.

Like clockwork the familiar line of bicycles arrived just after one o?clock.

?Hey Christina, I didn?t know you were home.? yelled Carter.

They all shouted hi and I responded; ?Just got back yesterday Carter. So, howare the Amigos doing??

They hopped off their bikes, sat with me on the grass and began to relatetales of all the school year?s hijinks and the trouble they had gotten into sofar this summer.

When I finally got a chance to get a word in I asked; ?So, what do the famousFive Amigos have planned for the rest of the summer??

They all responded with more or less the same words; the general consensuswas; ?Same old thing.?

?Well I have a proposal that may change that? are you interested??

They all looked at each other as though they thought I was planning a bankrobbery then Carter asked; ?Maybe? what have you got in mind??

?Well, before we go any further I have two stories here that I got off theInternet. I?d like you all to read them then we?ll meet here again tomorrow andtalk some more. Okay??

They all stared at the envelope in my hand then Carter said; ?So, just readthe stories then meet you here tomorrow??

?Yep, that?s it? for now. We?ll talk again tomorrow.?

I handed him the envelope, got on my bike and I said; ?Read them carefullyguys? maybe a couple of times ?cause there?ll be a quiz.?

As I rode home I pictured them reading the pages of my two favorite selfbondage tales and wondered what their dreams would be like tonight.

* * *

They next day the Amigos were at the pond before I got there, sitting in thegrass in a huddle. They all said hi as I arrived but they didn?t look me in theeye and I thought that I may have made a mistake. ?So what did you think of thestories??

Marc was first to speak; ?They were? uh??

?SEXY!? blurted Mikey and we all laughed.

?Tell me what the first story was about Marc, in your opinion.?

Marc nervously began; ?Well? it was about a girl who got excited by tyingherself up but then she got caught and the guy treated her real bad and made herdo awful things.?

I asked him; ?What about the girl? How did she feel when all this washappening??

Boomer answered; ?It was kinda weird? she hated all the men but she kind ofliked? you know? getting touched and stuff.?

Freddie B added; ?Yeah? she had ?squishies? even when they hurt her and evenwhen they had sex in her bum.?

Everybody looked at the ground and giggled a bit then I asked; ?A ?squishie?is an orgasm, right??

More giggling then Freddie nodded that it was.

?Carter, you?re the oldest so do you mind if I ask a kind of personalquestion??

Looking a little puzzled he said; ?I guess??

I said; ?Don?t be embarrassed okay? But, did you get a little turned on bythe story??

There was more giggling but Carter answered; ?Well sure? I guess but, Ididn?t like what happened to her.?

Good answer I thought as I continued; ?Good. That brings us to the nextquestion? what would you have done if you had been the guy that caught her thatnight??

They all agreed that they would free her from her embarrassing predicament.

I stopped them cold with the next question; ?What if she didn?t want to bereleased??

After a moment Marc asked; ?What do you mean Chrissie??

I took a deep breathe; ?Let me put it another way. What If I was the girl whowas naked and tied up? What if I told you that I liked you and trusted you andthat I liked being tied up and getting touched by you?all of you. What if I saidthat I would like you all to whip me and do other things that made me haveorgasms? What if I said that I would like to do things to you that would giveyou ?squishies? as well? Would that be exciting for you??

They sat stunned and looked at each other, none knowing what to say next.

I broke the silence and asked; ?Would you have done what the girl? what Iasked??

Again there was a long silence until Marc spoke; ?Yeah? I guess? yeah.?

?What about the rest of you??

Yet another silent moment then Freddie B asked; ?Do you mean that you wouldlike all that stuff in the story to happen to you??

?No Freddie, not at all. The girl liked the idea of being tied and touchedand even whipped a little but not all the other bad stuff. The guy that foundher was selfish and cruel. He thought of her as nothing better than a piece ofmeat. Nobody would want that. I would never want that to happen. I would onlywant it to happen with boys that I liked and cared for and they cared for metoo. It would have to be with boys that would never want to hurt me.?

Mikey asked; ?What would you want Chrissie??

?Well, I have a list here and I would like for you guys to read it verycarefully and then talk it over. If you agree with EVERYTHING on the list thenCarter can e-mail me tonight and we?ll go from there, okay??

They all immediately nodded yes so I gave them the list and rode home. As Ipedaled, I went over the list in my head:

- First and foremost, I am ALWAYS in charge. When I say stop, you must do soimmediately. If I want to be released you will do that immediately as well. -There will be a prescribed ?safe word? and when it is uttered everything muststop immediately and any gag must be removed. - Only the Amigos can participate.No one else must ever know of this or be invited to attend. - You may only whipme with devices that I approve and in a fashion that I approve. You must NEVERwhip me hard enough to leave a permanent mark. - Anything that will go insideme, including your cocks, can only go in where I say and when I say. - You mustNEVER use anything in or on my body that could cause serious and/or permanentdamage. - If the above rules are followed without failure then I will do myutmost to make this the very best summer you have ever had. I will do things forand to you that will be better than anything you have ever fantasized. - If ALLof you agree to all this and ALL of you would like to participate then e-mail metonight please.

Well, the cat was out of the bag now so all I could do was wait for thee-mail.

* * *

Just before dinner I checked my computer and? there it was; an e-mail fromCarter saying that they all would like to participate. I sent him a reply askingthem all to meet me in our barn at ten o?clock the next morning. Within a minuteI received the response; ?Okay. 5A.?

In the morning I set up my ?undressing rig?. It again was a low suspensionrig that used the wrist and ankle cuffs but the ropes held my arms straight upand my legs straight down, just a few inches off the floor. This way they couldundress me by sliding my shirt and bra up my arms and over the ropes and mypants and panties down, over those ropes, to the floor. I wrote out instructionsand a list of things they could do because I thought they might find itembarrassing if I talked them through everything plus, it allowed the use of agag. Twice I tested to ensure that I could free myself. At five minutes to ten Iinserted the gag, strapped in, triggered the rig which immediately snapped meinto position, and waited.

The note, a rubber flogger, and some clothes pins were on a barrel just to myright so they couldn?t miss them. In the note I specified a safe word as ?mercy?and stated that, if I had a ?squishie? I would let them know by saying ?I?mcoming?.

I was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt assuming that thegradual appearance of my nakedness as they removed the frumpy clothing would addsome excitement. I wore a bra and even socks and shoes figuring the moreclothing they had to remove the better the thrill. I chuckled at my efforts toplease them just as I heard the sound of bicycle tires on gravel near the barndoor.

The Amigos entered as a group and, as their eyes snapped to my hangingpredicament, I could see their crotches immediately expand. They said hi thenBoomer picked up the note and they all bunched around him to read it.

After some discussion Boomer and Mikey moved in and removed my shoes andsocks. They all seemed fascinated to see even my feet naked. Marc then steppedup, put his hands under the bottom of the sweatshirt and pushed it up over myhead and onto the ropes, fixing it there with a couple of the clothes pins. Hestepped back and they just stared for a moment. They?d all seen my in a bikinitop but this was different. Seeing me in my bra, after having stripped me of myshirt, excited them a great deal and I could see that Mikey had already stainedhis shorts.

Carl stepped up now and followed my instructions very well as he undid therear clasp, slid the bra up to the ropes and secured it with more clothes pins.He stepped back and all eyes were fixed on my boobs. My breasts are what manycall a perfect thirty six c and the Amigos obviously approved. I couldn?t helpbut smile around the gag as I noticed all but Carter had followed Mikey?searlier example.

The rest were contented to watch as Carter knelt down, grabbed my sweatpantsat the cuffs and slowly pulled them down to the floor. Without standing hereached up, grabbed the sides of my white cotton panties and, again very slowly,pulled them until they joined the sweatpants. He got up and backed away to jointhe others as all eyes scanned my stripped, naked form. I could see that Carterhad joined his comrades and enjoyed his first ?squishie? of the day.

I had written the instructions in a number of stages and as the boys turnedthe page to stage two they all bent in to study my direction as to how to touchand fondle various body parts. The next item on the list was an invitation to,as a group, step forward and practice what they had learned. Instantly therewere ten hands rubbing, squeezing, and fondling virtually every square inch ofskin on my naked body?even my feet. Boomer was rubbing them and sometimes itfelt nice but the little bugger was tickling me too, then the others soonnoticed my little squeals and jerks in the ropes; and joined in. They began touse fingertips on my armpits, my sides, my boobs, and Carter was lightly grazingmy butt. It was driving me mad and I writhed and pulled hard on the ropes andlaughed uncontrollably. They were delighted with my reaction and were laughinghard themselves as they sped up their torment. I fought the urge to call for?mercy? when I felt Marc rubbing my clit very softly but quickly; I?m not evensure he knew what he was doing but his touch and the tickling were making mevery, very, VERY wet. And then?

?I?m coming? I?m COMING? DON?T STOP PLEEZZZZ? COMING??

It was an unexpected and wonderful orgasm. I?ve never had one in this type ofcircumstance and I reveled in its power. I could feel dripping from between mylegs and wondered if the Amigos noticed and, if so, did they know what it was.When it started to ebb I had to tell Marc to stop rubbing as my vulva becomesvery sensitive after I come. He did immediately and I was happy that he, and theothers, were following the rules I had prescribed?notwithstanding the tickling.They stepped away and began to futz with their newly moistened crotches whichwere obviously becoming somewhat uncomfortable.

When page three was turned there was a distinct hesitation among the boys asthey looked at the page then up at me and I knew that some discussion was inorder so I spoke into the gag; ?Mercy.?

Marc came over, undid the Velcro, removed the appliance from my mouth,?accidentally? rubbed my boob, and then stepped back.

With more than a little sarcasm I said; ?Well, you guys seemed to enjoy that!But, if I recall correctly, tickling isn?t on the list!?

They all shrugged and giggled then Carter said; ?It was hard to resist Chris;with you squirming and squealing like that but, you seemed to like it too.?

?Well? yes, it was kind of fun and, you?re right, I did have a ?squishie? butyou guys have to promise me that you will follow the rules from here on in. Youcan?t do things to me first then ask if it?s okay.?

The heat in my loins grew as I admonished the Amigos. I had been in aconstant state of wetness since the ropes pulled me into position but, theabrupt realization that I was hanging there, stark naked and stretched, in frontof those boys and casually chatting with them, added another dimension.

They all shuffled about and looked at the floor but they meekly apologizedand said it wouldn?t happen again.

?Thanks guys? now, you see that the next stage involves whipping so I needyou to read the instructions carefully, okay? Remember, this is new for me tooand... I think it?s best if we leave the gag off this time.?

They agreed then started to argue over who was going first so I intervened;?Maybe Mikey should go first then Boomer, Freddie B, Marc, and Carter.?

They stopped quibbling and Mikey headed for the bullwhip hanging on the barnwall; ?NO MIKEY! Not the bullwhip?never EVER the bullwhip. We use the flogger;the rubber thing on the barrel.?

A little embarrassed, Mikey moved to the barrel and picked up the flogger,then walked behind me and asked; ?Okay Chrissie??

?Go ahead Mikey.?

I grew more excited as I anticipated my first ever touch of the lash and Ibraced myself for the sting but Mikey?s blow to my butt cheek was very soft,tickling more that it hurt. ?A little harder Mikey, okay??

He said okay then tried again and his tenth lash stung a bit. I realized thathe wasn?t going to hit any harder so I said; ?How about we call that practice,Mikey, and you take ten more now for real.?

The little guy wasted no time in taking up my offer and struck ten quicklashes to my ass, alternating cheek to cheek. They weren?t terribly hard but therapid blows did cause me to wince and softly fanned the flames in my abdomen. Isoaked up all the new feelings that rippled through my body at my firstencounter with the whip. I realized that if this was done correctly it could beexquisite and I hoped that I would someday meet a man as sweet as Kenneth whoalso knew how to wield a flogger.

Boomer grabbed the whip from Mikey and took up a position behind me. I askedthat he spank the back of my legs, just below my ass. He agreed and I could tellby his voice that he liked the use of the word ?spank?. His first hit was prettygood and caused me to jerk in the ropes and, to everyone?s delight, I squealed;?OO!?

Boomer asked if it was too hard and I said it was just right and not to varythe strength at all. Then he asked if he was allowed the practice swings likeMikey and I agreed that he, and the rest of the boys, could have a total oftwenty instead of the ten I had set out. Lastly, Boomer asked if he could?spank? all the different parts that I had in the instructions and, again, Iagreed but I asked him to be careful when he got to my breasts. His next blowwas immediate and to my other leg; ?Owwww?. That?s two!?

I counted out all his lashes as he methodically, and with remarkable skill,moved from my legs to my sides, then to my armpits. They were stinging blows andeach caused me to pull hard on my restraints and cry out. He moved to my tummyand down to my abdomen then, with six to go, he suddenly moved to my breasts. Hestruck his remaining blows one after the other; hard and so fast that I couldn?tcount. The lashes stung terribly and caused me to gasp and hold my breath and? Ibegan to cry.

A surprised and concerned Boomer said; ?Oh Chris, I?m sorry! It was too hard,wasn?t it??

It took a second for me to compose myself; not from the pain or tears butfrom the unbelievable fire between my legs. I had never in my life been thataroused without having an orgasm and I was savouring the new and marveloussensations that pulsated throughout my being. Finally I was able to tell Boomerthat it was okay and that he had done a terrific job. Then I asked Freddie toget to it as quickly as he could.

He more or less followed Boomer?s path, starting on my bum and ending at myboobs. He wasn?t as skilled as Boomer but he hit just as hard?hard enough tokeep the tears flowing and the fire building. When Marc?s first lash landed onmy butt cheek I was so hot that it actually scared me. How could I be thisaroused and not explode in orgasm?

Marc was again following Boomer?s route but his strikes were not quite assevere. I knew he was capable of hitting much harder but it just wasn?t in hisheart to do so. Regardless, my body was stinging everywhere and any strikescaused me to cringe and cry out. Through my sobs I was shouting things like; ?OHGAWD? PLEASE? NO MORE?? but I had been very explicit?only the word ?mercy? meantanything and everything else should be ignored.

As Carter moved in behind me I asked Marc if, when the whipping started, hecould rub my pussy as he had before. He obliged me just as Carter began, againtracing Boomer?s course. Surprisingly, Carter?s hits were even softer thanMarc?s but? they were more than enough; ?I?M COMING? OH GAWD? I?M COMING? DON?TSTOP CARTER? MARC PLEASE? DON?T STOP!?

It felt like my loins had split wide open and were gushing forth gallons ofsome soft, warm, luxurious liquid. My body went rigid while the convulsions inmy abdomen were unbelievably hard?almost, but not quite, painful. Then I beganto writhe in my restraints as Carter kept whipping my tummy and breasts. I wasactually fighting the orgasm, needing it to stop but wanting it to last forever.It was? glorious!

As the flood began to ebb I began to uncontrollably jerk against Marc?srubbing of my frighteningly sensitive crotch and Carter?s incessant blows to mychest and boobs. Breathlessly I gasped; ?Please stop now Marc? Carter please?MERCY!?

They stopped and Marc said; ?Chris? are you okay??

Still jerking a bit and panting very hard I answered; ?I?m? okay? just give?give me a minute??

As I began to calm down I looked at the Amigos and saw that all hadre-moistened their pants. Mikey, wearing shorts, had small rivulets of creamstreaming down the inside of his thigh. I beamed a huge smile at them and toldthem how great this was and how wonderful they had been then, since the sessionwas over, I asked them to free me. They followed my instructions and released mefrom the rig. None new of the panic escape mechanisms?that was going to remainmy secret.

Once free and still naked, I went to each and kissed them sweetly on themouth. To a man they all blushed which was amusing considering what we had justbeen through. They all turned away as I got dressed and I knew I had chosen theright people for my foray into this new world of ropes and whips. Then I askedthem to come up to the house for some cold drinks.

We sat on the front porch and talked for more than an hour about what theythought of today?s activities and what they liked the most. They all likeddifferent things: the whipping; the touching; watching me come; stripping me;just looking at me stretched naked in the ropes. I blushed a bit as they talkedabout me like I was the star of their favourite movie. They all yammered aboutthese things and how this was the best summer ever; though Carter didn?t talkmuch.

I stood and waved to them as they biked down the lane and smiled to myselfthinking their dreams would be of the wet variety tonight for sure. Walking backto the house I recalled how it felt to be bound up and on display, naked and?helpless?, for these teenagers and began to feel a stirring between my legs.This, I decided, was as good a time as any to try out my new ?Superball?vibrator.

* * *

The next day, while cleaning up after lunch, I heard a knock on the frontscreen door and saw the Amigos peering in.

?Hey Chrissie? it?s us? can we come in?? shouted Boomer.

?Yeah, sure. Come on in guys. What?s up??

Mikey blurted; ?Is you dad home yet??

?No? he won?t be back ?til tomorrow sometime. Why do you ask??

Freddie B spoke up now; ?Well? we were wondering if? you know? maybe wecould? you know? do more? uh? stuff!?

The little horny buggers obviously couldn?t wait until next weekend. ?Oh,really? And just what did you have in mind??

Carter burst out; ?We want to rape you!?

The boys looked at him in puzzlement; ?What??

Marc said; ?Carter, we never??

Carter interrupted; ?It wouldn?t actually be rape since you?d be willingright? It would be like play acting.?

Marc again tried to speak, ?Carter, we didn?t talk about??

Again Carter interrupted; ?We?d just hold you down and strip you and thenmaybe I? er? we could put our cocks inside you. Maybe we could use the gag andyou could fight a bit? you know? play acting. You can always use the safe wordif you don?t like it.?

The idea of stripping me appealed to the rest of the boys and they abruptlyceased whatever protests they were attempting to voice. It occurred to me thatyesterday?s activities were mostly for my benefit so I kind of owed them and Ihad told them that they could ?diddle? me, as Mikey liked to call it, sooner orlater so it seemed like a good a time as any.

?Okay, I guess we can try it. Would you like me to change?? I was wearing anold pair of cutoffs and a grubby tee shirt, with a tear in the collar, and nobra, just panties.

Carter said I was fine as I was and sent Mikey to get the ball gag then heexplained how four of them would hold my limbs and force me to the floor then hewould strip my clothes off. He said I should fight and say things like; ?STOP?PLEASE STOP? or ?NO, NO, NO!?

When Mikey returned with the gag I put it in right away, before we started sothey wouldn?t hurt my mouth trying to force it. Then I spread my legs a bit,held out my arms, and nodded that they could begin.

The two bigger boys, Freddie and Marc, took hold of my arms while Boomer andMikey grabbed my ankles. When I felt they had a good grip I began to struggle asCarter had suggested and yell into the gag; ?STOP? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LET MEGO?LET ME GO!?

The boys started to really get into it as they lowered me to the floor; Ididn?t want to spoil it for them so I didn?t struggle too hard. Marc and Freddieheld my arms above my head and apart while the other two held my anklestogether. I started to get a little excited myself as Carter straddled me andgrabbed the tee shirt collar. He had a hungry, almost evil look in his eyeswhich I dismissed to play acting but it was a bit disturbing.

Carter gave one hard yank and ripped the tee shirt wide open, exposing mybreasts. The boys were panting now and it was easy to see that this was excitingthem immensely and me a fair bit as well. He moved down so he could undo thebuttons on my shorts and, wasting no time, he gave a sharp pull and slid themdown my legs.

?NO? NO? PLEASE DON?T? PLEASE DON?T STRIP ME!?

Mikey and Boomer maneuvered their grips so they could remove the shortscompletely then Carter reached for my panties. His look was even more intensethen before and a bit of drool dropped on my chest. He grabbed the panties androughly yanked them to my ankles and the two boys again adjusted their grip toremove the underwear completely.

?NO? NO? LET ME GO? PLEASE LET ME GO!?

Carter told Mikey and Boomer to spread my legs wide apart then he said; ?Okayguys, I?m going to do her now and do her hard!?

The boys laughed but it made me a little uncomfortable?they way he saidit?and my arousal immediately dissipated.

Carter had his pants down already and moved up between my legs, his cock?apretty good size for a seventeen year old--was straight out like a steel pole.He jabbed at my vagina a few times before finally finding the point of entrythen grabbed my boobs with both hands and jammed himself hard into me. It wasn?tpleasant. His face was screwed up and red as he rammed his pubic bone againstmine and really squeezed my breasts hard. He was hurting my boobs and pubes andI was almost ready to call ?mercy? when I felt him fire his cream into me.

He only lasted about four pumps before he let go and he rolled off me with adeep, satisfied sigh. I was happy that he was able to have a good orgasm but Ifelt dirty; like I really had been raped. Carter then said it was the Marc?sturn and I decided to stop this now. It didn?t seem fair to the other boys but Ireally didn?t like this, then?

?No thanks. I don?t want to do that.?

Carter looked at Marc and grew angry; ?What do you mean? We were all supposedto do her. We agreed!?

Marc retorted; ?No we didn?t Carter! We never agreed to this and I don?tthink Chris liked it at all!? as he spoke he released my arm and the othersfollowed suit. I undid the gag and tried to speak to Carter; ?It?s okay Carter.Nobody has to do anything they don?t want??

?SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!? he was crying now and screaming at us; ?Wewere ALL supposed to bang her! She promised! You all promised!? then he ran out,slamming the screen behind him.

We all watched through the window as Carter stormed down the lane on his bikethen I asked the others to wait while I went upstairs to clean myself up and getsome clothes.

When I came back to the living room the boys all apologized for what hadtranspired and told me that Carter had been acting kind of weird all summer.Lately, he got angry often and sometimes yelled at store clerks and other peoplefor no apparent reason. Then Mikey, never one to hold back what he was thinking,said; ?When are we gonna get to diddle you, Chris??

I couldn?t help but laugh with the others but I had anticipated this whilegetting dressed. I had put on a white button blouse and a short black skirt.Underneath I had put on a lacey red push up bra and squeezed into matching lacethong panties. ?What would you like me to do, Master Mikey??

All eyes perked up and they began to shout over top of one another that Ishould strip.

?Whoa! Please masters, one at a time. If you could just tell me which articleof clothing that I must remove. Master Mikey, what would you like me to do??

Mikey sat on the edge of his seat and said; ?The blouse! Take off theblouse!?

?Yes, Master Mikey, if it pleases you.? I said, behaving like their slave. Islowly unbuttoned my blouse and, slower still, opened it, slid it back on myshoulders then, let it slip down my arms to the floor.

Mikey whispered; ?Wow!? at the sight of the lacey red brassiere then Boomersaid; ?Now the skirt Chris. Take off the skirt okay??

?Yes, Master Boomer, if it pleases you.? I stuck my hip out a little andslowly unzipped the side of the skirt then, turning around, I bent over andgradually slipped the skirt to the floor. I turned back, stepped out of theskirt and kicked it to the side. ?Is that acceptable Master Boomer??

?Oh yeah! That?s great! Now the??

Freddie interrupted; ?Hey it?s my turn!?

I asked; ?What would you have me do, Master Freddie??

Excitedly he said; ?The bra Chris. Take off the bra okay Chris??

?Of course, Master Freddie, whatever you desire.? I turned again and reachedbehind to undo the clasp then, holding the bra to my breasts, I slid the strapsoff my shoulders and over my arms. I then turned back facing them and slowlylowered the bra, until my boobs were fully exposed, and let it fall to thefloor.

The sight of me standing before them, naked except for my red lacey thong,was almost too much for them to bear. They were getting very excited, pantingnow, and getting red in the face. Then Marc spoke; ?Please remove your pantiesChris. Very slowly, okay??

?Yes Master Marc, if it is what you wish.? This submissive slave thing wasbeginning to turn me on pretty good! They had seen me naked before but paradingmyself for them like this and obeying their commands was very hot; as was Marc?ssudden commanding tone!

Once again I turned and slowly, very slowly, I slid the thong down my legs,wiggling my bottom a little as I went. I straightened up and put my hands infront to cover up then turned back waiting for my next command.

Marc, catching on to the game, said; ?Move your hands to you side please.?

Marc always had been the most mature of the Amigos but he seemed to be takingto this like a duck to water. Seemingly to clarify for the others Marc asked;?Please tell us what you are now Christina.?

?I am your slave young masters; your plaything.?

I couldn?t get over Marc?s assertive tone. He sounded so calm; so confident;so? mature! ?Very good, slave Christina. Now, I would like you to place yourhands behind your head please.?

Each command he gave virtually doubled my arousal and, as I complied with theorder, I again felt a great deal of moisture between my legs.

?Good. Now spread your legs wide apart little slave; as wide as you can.?

Immediately I obeyed, spreading my feet about four feet apart. Any furtherand I would fall over. ?Is this acceptable, Master Marc?? DAMN! This was gettingme hot.

In his imposing tone he stated; ?You are doing very well slave Christina. Nowplease remain in that position while we inspect you.?

Jesus! My vagina felt like it was being tickled by hundreds of little handsand one touch to my clit was going to be earth-shattering!

They immediately stood up and began rubbing and touching me everywhere. Therewere hands on my butt; my boobs; my tummy; the inside of my legs;everywhere?except between my legs. Dammit! Then Marc spoke again; ?Oh my, my,little slave. I see many drips falling from you pussy. Would our little slavelike us to give her an orgasm now??

What I wanted to say was; ?Bloody right I would pal, now get on with it!?What I did say was; ?Oh yes please Master Marc.?

Teasing me now Marc asked; ?And what would our little slave do for us inreturn??

At that moment, if he asked, I would have had his children! But, I knew whatthey wanted; ?I would pleasure you all with my mouth Master Marc.?

Immediately I felt two fingers slide into my vagina and zero in on my G-spot.Marc pressed two fingers from his other hand against my clit and rubbed inlittle circles. It was clearly no fluke last time; this son-of-a-gun knew whathe was doing!

?I?M COMING? OOOO I?M COMING? COMING? COMING??

The eruption was cataclysmic! My body went rigid and I fought to maintain mystance. The convulsions in my abdomen were rapid and catastrophic. I clenchedevery muscle in my body, scrunching my face in a cringe that forced my eyesclosed. I felt like I might fire my womb out of my belly into Marc?s hand. Theboys were rubbing my butt, tummy, and thighs and squeezing my nipples like theywere trying to put out a fire and Marc was in full command of my pussy, makingit bend to his will. ?OHGAWDOHGAWDOHGAWD?OHHHHHHHhhhhhh??

As always I began to jerk against the touch on my now super-sensitive vulvaand the boys had to steady me as it became difficult to hold my position.Through a luxurious fog I could hear Marc instructing the others to slow downand lighten their touch then he said; ?Why don?t you kneel now and sit back onyou heels with you arms down and hands at you sides.?

The classic ?Story of O? position! I knew now that the bondage stories I hadprovided were not the first that Marc had read. But, I was getting prettyunsteady on my feet so it was good to kneel. Marc then said; ?We will give you acouple of minutes to rest before you fulfill you duties, little slave.?

?Thank you, young masters. If it?s not too much trouble could I request somewater please, Master Marc? And a basin and towel as well??

Marc sent Boomer to fetch the items. When he returned from the kitchen hehanded me the bottle of water and I emptied half of it in one gulp. Then Marcgot up, stood in front of me and said; ?We will need to tie your hands behindyour back, little slave. Is there any rope handy?? I wasn?t sure if I was okaywith that but I told him there was a four foot length on the kitchen table. Whenhe returned with the hemp and knelt behind me I became a bit nervous but Marcwhispered; ?Don?t worry Chris, I?ll do it really loose.?

I had no panic release here but I wanted to trust him so I whispered back forhim to go ahead. He was true to his word, wrapping a few loose coils thenplacing the ends in my hands. All I had to do was let go and the rope would fallaway.

Marc sat back on the couch with the others and said; ?You can begin now mylittle slave, starting with me. And, remember, failure to do your very bestcould increase today?s punishment.?

Punishment eh? Well this I had to see but for now I rose, moved to the couchand knelt again between Marc?s legs. As I waited for Marc to lower his pants theothers repositioned themselves for a better view. When Marc revealed himself Iwas pleased to see that his penis was, for my tastes, almost the perfect sizeand, of course, standing at full attention like a soldier holding his breath. Imoved in and took him into my mouth and was immediately reminded of his true ageas he blew at my first touch. I had it in though so I sucked hard and swallowed,trying to get every drop out of him. He tried to push my head away but Iwouldn?t let go until he was dry. When I did release his now bright red memberhe let out a long, very satisfied groan.

I asked for the water, basin, and towel and Boomer brought them to me. I tooka swig, swished it around and spit it into the basin then Boomer wiped my facedry with the towel.

The others were pretty much the same, erupting on first contact, but Boomer,poor little guy, burst forth before I was able to get his little fellow into mymouth and he squirted his cum onto my cheek. He was terribly embarrassed but Itold him it was okay and took his little cock in my mouth anyway, so he ended uppretty happy.

Mikey brought me the water and wiped my face then, still on my knees; Ishuffled back to the centre of the room and sat back on my heels. ?Did myperformance meet with your approval, Master Marc??

?You did very well, little slave, so tonight?s punishment will only be tensmacks of the hand each. Please stand up now.?

As I stood up Marc moved to a straight back chair with no armrests and sat,immediately motioning for me to bend across his knees. The conniving littledevils wanted to spank me! Well? that worked for me, so I complied and layacross his lap. I had to remember to hold on to the rope ends so I wouldn?tspoil the illusion.

Marc began to whack my bum, alternating from cheek to cheek and it was?great! I squirmed and cried out; ?OW? OWW!? but it was more for them than me. Iloved it! He could do this to me any time he wanted!

When he got to ten he had me get back on my knees and stood saying; ?Well, mylittle slave, what do you say??

?Oh? thank you Master Marc. May I have more please??

He said I could and motioned for Freddie B to take his place. As I bentacross his knee I could feel his little cock poking me in the tummy. Freddie andMikey both gave me their ten licks and I continued to squirm and cry; ?Ouch?OW!? They all simply ate it up. Then it was Boomer?s turn.

When I lay across his lap I felt his little cock tip prod me. His smacks werenot hard at all but, after each one, he would slide his hand down between mylegs. ?Little horny dickens!? I thought but then I realized it was probably thefirst girls? pussy he had ever touched, so I spread a little bit to accommodate.After his fourth hit he started to go faster and a little harder and Iimmediately felt my tummy get wet as he creamed once again.

I moved off of Boomer?s lap and resumed my submissive kneeling position. Marcwalked over to me, put a blanket around me, bent down a bit, and kissed mesoftly on the lips then said; ?Little slave, you have done very well today so wenow release you.?

I think it was the nicest afternoon we all had that summer.

* * *

The rest of the summer went all too quickly. Each weekend the now four Amigoswould visit and we would try many variations in bondage and submission. I felt alittle guilty that I was at partially responsible for fracturing the group butthe boys assured me that Carter?s behavior over the past year had made theresult inevitable.

The boys were wonderful, never breaking the rules except for the odd ticklingengagement. There was no limit to their delight as I squirmed and convulsed withlaughter and ultimately climaxed. I never added it to the list; it was theirlittle taboo; a naughty thing that they would get away with and Marc alwaysensured that it ended in a breathtaking orgasm so? who am I to complain?

Twice, later in the summer, I allowed myself to be tied with ropes only,which took away my ability to escape on my own but they never abused my trust,always releasing me when requested. Once they used a downloaded diagram to bindme in a very complicated suspension hogtie. My wrists and elbows were tiedsecurely behind me and attached to my crossed over ankles. The rig includedropes across my chest, just above my breasts, and others around my waist whichpermitted them to hoist me up with my knees far apart, vagina spread wide openand easily accessible. The suspension also arched my back providing extra accessto my invitingly protruding boobs. At one point they used an internal vibratorinside me plus the ?Superball? on my clit to bring me a gut ripping orgasm,after which the boys discovered they could adjust the suspension height toposition my head, and mouth, at the ideal elevation to relieve them of the day?sanxieties.

Near the end of the summer the Amigos asked if, just once, they could be withme individually. It had never occurred to me that they might want to be with mealone but I understood and we arranged a time table, at two hour intervals, forthe following Saturday.

Mikey and Freddie B just wanted oral stimulation or, as Mikey liked to callit, a ?Hoover?. Unfortunately, neither boy?s endurance had improved much overthe past two months so the sessions were fairly short but, we had nice chatsafter so I think there were pretty happy when they left.

Boomer was a little more ambitious. He wanted to strip me then use hisfingers to give me a ?squishie?. He complained that everyone but him had usedtheir hands to bring me to orgasm in the past.

After changing into a button blouse, loose fitting shorts, and stretchypanties, I talked him through tying me to a chair with ropes attaching my wristsand thighs to the armrests and my ankles to the front chair legs. The ties werefirm but easily escapable and, when he became engrossed in stripping me, Iwiggled a hand free.

Boomer began to unbutton the blouse then his breathing changed to panting ashe spread it open. He started to play with my nipples then asked; ?Am I doing itnice, Chrissy??

?Just a little softer Boomer, like you?re molding clay and when you do thenipples, roll them between your fingers and pull a little bit.?

He set about following my instructions but had a little trouble with thenipples; ?Oooo? not so hard Boomer, okay??

After a couple more false starts he got pretty good at it then asked; ?Can Ikiss them Chrissy??

?Of course, Boomer. First try licking, then kissing, then sucking. You cannibble a bit too but remember; it?s NIBBLE, not bite.?

He practiced his new instructions and began to get the hang of it whichstarted a little flame in my crotch. ?You can suck a little harder Boomer?that?s better? a little more? oh yes, very nice. Nibble now? a little softerBoomer please? that?s better?, that?s good Boomer? now put them all togetherokay? First lick? now kiss? nice? now suck? oh, excellent? now nibble? OOOooooBoomer!?

The little rascal was really beginning to turn me on and his face sported abroad, proud grin as he relished in his success. He moved down and unzipped myshorts. I lifted my bum a bit so he could slide them to my knees and held myposition so he could slip my panties down as well. He was panting pretty hardand said; ?Can you tell me how to do it Chris??

?Sure Boomer? just put you hand there with your fingers pointing down? nowslide your hand up slowly and? stop right there. Can you feel the little bumpunder your fingers? That?s my clitoris Boomer, so just use you finger tips torub it in little circles.?

Panting even more Boomer said; ?Like this Chris??

?That?s good Boomer? you can press a little harder? yes, just like that! Oh,Boomer, you?re making me feel really nice!? I wasn?t kidding either.

?Now move your hand down and press your middle finger so it goes between thelips? good now? stop! Do you feel the hole with your finger tip? Just slide yourfinger in slowly okay? That?s very good? now move it in and out? a little slowerBoomer? that?s good? yes Boomer? that?s perfect.?

We were both panting now so I got my free hand ready and said; ?Keep doingthat Boomer okay? And can you use your other hand to rub the little bump? yesthat?s it? a little harder? yes? oh Boomer that?s so nice? keep doing that? I?mreal close Boomer? keep??

My dam burst forth and I quickly reached into Boomers shorts and grabbed hislittle warrior. It startled him and he jerked a bit then pumped twice and gushedinto my palm.

Despite his own climax he kept rubbing until I asked him to stop then I askedhim if he wanted me to keep my hand in his shorts for a while.

?Your hand is going to be messy Chris.? He said apologetically.

?That?s okay, Boomer, it?s a nice kind of messy.? I continued to massage hiscock and it slowly began to get stiff again.

Breathlessly he said; ?Keep doing that Chrissy? just for a lit? oh GEEZZZ!?

He exploded again and became unsteady on his feet. His ability to repeat soquickly still strikes me as a wonder of nature.

Boomer untied me and, after we both cleaned up, we talked for a bit and thenhe left; a very contented smile now permanently etched on his face.

Before Marc arrived I changed into an outfit similar to that of the firstSunday. I figured that he would want to do the submissive slave thing and Iwanted to be prepared. When he arrived I took up a position on the front stoop,standing with my hands behind my back and eyes to the floor. As he approached Isaid; ?Welcome Master Marc, It is a great pleasure to see you...?

Marc interrupted; ?Actually Chris, if it?s okay with you I?d just as soonpass on the slave thing.?

A little surprised I answered; ?Uh? sure Marc. What would you like to do??

?I?d like to take you to bed.? As he said it he took my hand and led me upthe stairs to my room. When we went in I thought he would sit on the bed andwatch me strip but, instead he led me to the bed and started to undress mehimself. He didn?t say a word as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse, slid it off myshoulders, and guided it off my arms. He placed it on a chair then moved behindme and softly kissed my neck as he undid the clasp of my bra, slowly slid itforward off my arms, and, again, placed it neatly on the chair. It was veryromantic; romantic enough to put even Kenneth to shame.

Marc knelt in front of me and unzipped the side of my skirt and let it dropto the floor then, without getting up, he slipped his hands down my hips into mythong and, catching the band with his thumbs, he slowly let his hands drift downthe sides of my legs pulling the undergarment as he went?it made me shiver. Itwas the most sensual disrobing I had ever experienced and, needless to say, itturned me on but, it was different; it was a slow burn rather than a two alarmblaze.

As I began to unbutton his shirt he gently grabbed my wrists to stop me thenhe pulled the covers completely off the bed and motioned for me to lie down. AsI did he undressed himself and lay beside me, gently pushing my shoulder so Iwas lying on my back. I sensed that he wanted to do things on his own so I keptmy arms by my side as he moved in and softly kissed me on the lips. Then hestarted to kiss my face; my forehead, eyelids, and cheeks, then my neck andshoulders, then slowly all over my breasts and finally my nipples. My slow burnbegan to heat up as he continued down my tummy, abdomen, and pubes, then ever soslowly down my legs to the tops of my feet. It was like a luscious feathery wavethat my body was absorbing and directing straight to my vagina. The heat wasrising fast as he gently nudged me to roll over.

Marc started again at my neck then slowly down my back, all the while glidinghis hands down my sides. Almost involuntarily, I began to moan when his lipstouched my bum. He was kissing and sucking a little and flicking his tongue;like he was kissing me on the lips. The fire within me was now a raging infernoand one touch to my clit would have launched me right out of the bed like arocket.

Marc gently rolled me onto my back and I immediately spread my legs beckoninghim to put out the flames. He was rock hard as he leaned down and whispered anadvanced apology: ?I?m sorry Chris, but I?ll probably blow as soon as I?m in. Ijust can?t help it? you?re so beautiful.?

I needed him inside me so bad but I had to help him if I could so I motionedhim to wait a moment. Reaching into my nightstand drawer I retrieved an elasticband, double it over then held in over my finger tips like one holds a condom. Islid it down his penis to the base then let it snap into position. He jumped abit as it grabbed him and he looked at me with puzzlement.

I whispered; ?It might help you last longer.?

He shrugged and smiled then slid himself into my waiting vagina. My bodywelcomed him like a long lost friend and I felt the orgasm coming fast but itwasn?t at all like before. It didn?t hit me, it scooped me up as it passed andtook me along for the ride. I wrapped my legs and arms around Marc and held onfor dear life. The pressure passed through me in a slow but powerful crescendoof convulsions. He didn?t start with me but I knew it was only the elastic bandholding back the torrent and it didn?t stand a chance. At the very peak of myeruption I felt his juice blast into me like a bursting dam. We writhed andgyrated and moaned together on the sheets as would two sumo wrestlers in loveand I?m sure the bed was near collapse.

My limbs stayed tightly wrapped around Marc as the passing orgasm released meand I floated back to earth. As sure as death and taxes my body began to jerk intune with his unceasing undulations against my hyper-sensitive pussy but I clungto him all the same.

In unison our muscles suddenly let go. His head dropped beside mine and mylimbs slid off him to the bed. We just lay like that for ten minutes floating inour own little dream worlds. For those minutes no one else existed; just Marcand Christina, alone on planet Earth. I could love this young man? if only hewere four or five years older.

* * *

On the Friday night of my last weekend before going back, I received astrange e-mail from Marc. It said that the Amigos had to do some school stuff onSaturday and would have to miss our last meeting, unless we could do it tonight.

I was really looking forward to the last session with the boys and I had evengot them presents. I replied that I wasn?t all that well prepared for a sessionbut it would be a shame to miss our last meeting so? okay, tonight would befine.

Within seconds a reply came, saying that they were really happy and would behere at seven. They also asked if I could put myself in the spread-eagle rigbefore they arrived. I responded that I would but it was a little odd. Placingmyself in that rig meant I had to be naked before locking in and, since thesingle most favourite Amigo activity was stripping me, I had to wonder if maybethere was some sort of time issue tonight.

After a trip to the washroom and a quick shower I headed out to the barn. Itwas five to seven so I quickly stripped, donned the cuffs and anklets, hookedinto the ropes, and triggered the rig. As usual my arousal snapped in with therig as I was instantly pulled into the tight spread-eagle. I closed my eyes andblissfully settled into my bondage, and then I heard the sound of a bike on thegravel.

Before I could react Carter stormed in and placed a large hunting knife to mythroat; ?That?s right bitch, it was me that e-mailed you from Marc?s computer.They?re all at the Triangle watching some stupid movie so don?t expect your heroto come to your rescue, bitch!? As he was speaking he was dropping his pants andunderwear.

?Carter, why are you doing this? You know I was willing??

?SHUT UP WHORE! SHUT UP! DON?T SAY ANOTHER FUCKING WORD! IF YOU SPEAK AGAIN IWILL SHOVE THIS RIGHT UP INTO YOUR TINY BRAIN!?

I began to cry realizing this was serious. I could feel blood trickle down myneck as the knife broke my skin. Carter was rubbing his penis to get hard as hesaid;

?I know you can free yourself somehow if you want to but if you make one moveto escape I will kill you, you fucking slut whore!? Then he rammed himself intome.

He jammed brutally, in and out, all the while crying and screaming; ?YOU?RE ABITCH? A WHORE? A DIRTY FUCKING SLUT??

Sobbing, he pumped for over a minute but he couldn?t climax then he yankedhimself out, threw down the knife, and reached for the bullwhip.

Carter stood about six feet in front of me and, with all his strength, helashed out. The whip wrapped around my chest with a loud snap. I shrieked as mybrain tried to process the searing hot pain and I couldn?t focus. He let asecond lash fly and I felt the fire hit just below the last strike. He got onemore in before I was able to trip the panic release on my wrist cuff and drop tothe barn floor. I rolled up in a ball as he moved in and peppered me with thewhip. He was too close to do any real damage and I had a chance to regroup andrealized I had to fight back.

I uncurled myself and lunged at him, knocking him on his back. On my knees Istraddled his chest and hit him with everything I had, over and over with myclosed fist. He hit back with his hand and the butt of the whip but I just keptpunching until, finally, I felt his nose collapse under my fist. His bloodgushed and he shrieked and dropped the whip, trying to roll away from me. Iquickly got off him, grabbed the whip, and moved about twelve feet away. Carterstood up and stared at me, hands to his face and blood oozing through hisfingers.

I was standing in a crouch, bloodied, bruised and naked, and whip uncoiledready to strike. ?Carter, you know that I know how to use this thing and if youmove one inch closer, you son-of-a-bitch, I will cut you to shreds!?

He stood for a moment, sobbing and swearing at me then he ran to his bike andstormed down the lane. I stood there panting and gasping, trying to focus asthings began to get blurry and dark. Then I collapsed.

* * *

?Chris? Chrissie? Chris, wake up?

The voice seemed to be coming from far away.

?Chrissie? are you okay??

Suddenly I thought it might be Carter again and I screamed and tried to crawlaway.

?No, Chris? it?s okay? it?s me, Marc??

?Marc? Oh, Marc?? I grabbed on to him and hugged him tight so he couldn?tleave; ?Oh, Marc? it was Carter? he had a knife? and he raped? then thebullwhip?

Trying to console me Marc said; ?It?s okay now Chris he?s gone.?

I was still so frightened and I began to babble; ?No, Marc? he?s crazy! Hemight come back! We have to call the police??

Marc pulled me close and hugged me tight and said; ?You?re safe now Chris,Carter won?t be coming back.?

He was silent for a moment then began to cry a little and said; Chris? Carteris dead. A policeman shot him about a half hour ago.?

I pulled back and stared Marc in the eye then we hugged close again andsobbed on each other shoulders.

After a minute or so Marc regained some composure then, with his head stillon my shoulders and still crying a little; ?It must have been just after he washere. He went and got his dad?s rifle and started walking down the county roadscreaming that he was going to kill Vance Martindale. He was aiming the rifle atpassing cars and scaring the shit out of everybody.?

Through my tears I asked; ?Vance Martindale? Why him??

Marc continued; ?I don?t know? some stupid argument back in school orsomething? anyway, the police stopped him on the road and an officer went totalk to him but Carter fired the rifle at the officer then another cop shotCarter dead on the spot.?

We cried on each other shoulders for another minute or two then Marc helpedme to stand. It was only then that I realized he had covered me with a blanket.He helped me into the house and placed me on the couch then got me a bottle ofwater from the fridge. I downed the entire bottle in one go as Marc said; ?I?mgoing to get my mom over here? she?ll know what to do.?

Mrs. Langfordshire was a surgical nurse at Bristol Memorial so she would knowwhat to do about my bullwhip injuries but what about the rest?

* * *

?Okay, Marc, it?s time to say goodbye to Christina, dear. I have to treat herlesions.? She said, tut-tutting her son?s protestations.

Marc finally relented; ?Goodbye Chris. I hope you have a good year. Don?tforget to e-mail okay? And, I?m really sorry about all this? if I had of knownhe was coming??

He was such a sweetheart; ?I know Marc. Thanks. I hope you have a good yearat school too and I will e-mail?often.?

As Marc turned to leave Mrs. Langfordshire said; ?Take the car and go meetwith the boys. You know what to tell them. Pick me up in about an hour.?

Marc nodded and went to the car and Mrs. Langfordshire gingerly removed theblanket to examine my bullwhip lacerations; ?Oh my, it really was a bullwhip.Lucky he stood too close and swung too hard. I know these hurt like hellChristina but they will heal soon and there?ll be no marks left. I?ve seen thisbefore.?

I started to ask how she knew about the use of a bullwhip but she shushed meand started to wash my wounds.

?OWWWwwwww?? It was like she was using a wire brush on my back and tummy.

?I know sweetie but I have to wash you before I apply the lotion. But you?rea tough girl and you can take the pain can?t you??

How could she know? Did she know or is she just trying to help me throughthis?

She continued; ?When?s your dad coming home??

?Monday afternoon and I?m leaving on Wednesday.?

Mrs. Langfordshire said; ?Well, while you?re alone I want you to wear aslittle clothing as possible. You have welts from your torso right down to yourfeet and it?s best to let the air get at them. The longer the better to ensurethere are no marks when they heal. I?ll leave the lotion but I?ll come backtomorrow and the next two mornings to help you apply it all over. When your dadis around you?ll have to wear long pants and a long sleeve shirt so he won?tnotice.?

I was surprised; ?You mean you?re not going to tell him??

?Oh my dear, I think telling him about this would raise an awful lot ofquestions that would be difficult to answer, don?t you??

I was devastated. She knew! Dammit? she knew and she was not happy about it.Like a freshly scolded two year old I answered; ?Yes Mrs. Langfordshire? andthank you.?

?Yes, well? whatever was going on here with the boys, Christina; whatever wasgoing on is over now. I understand Christina, I really do but they?re too young,so it?s over.? She wasn?t scolding or talking down but she was firm.

?Yes Mrs. Langfordshire? it?s over? it?s over forever? but how did you?? Ijust had to know.

Mrs. Langfordshire looked straight into my eyes and immediately I knew shereally did understand; ?Oh, honey, there are signs that a kindred spirit canalways spot.?

As she spoke she lifted her sweater and revealed three healed over whippingscars; ?This is before I met the man who knew how to use it.?

My jaw dropped. The Langfordshires!!! Bondage play!!! Bull whipping!!! Holyshit! And how could Marc not know? It was clear that he didn?t but the logisticsinvolved in keeping it a secret must be overwhelming!

?Now, dear, the man you?re looking for is out there but you must be verycareful while you look. There are many Carters out there, both men and women,who will hurt you severely if given the opportunity?maybe even worse. You haveto be patient Christina but when you meet that man, the man that truly lovesyou, the man that truly cares for you and knows what you need and understandswhy you need it; that man will be worth the wait.?