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I had run up a huge debt gambling in Japan and my Boss called me into his officein Shinjuku.

I was sure he would fire me but instead he said he knew a way I could repaymy debts.

I was relieved but nervous however I agreed to do what he told me as it seemedharmless enough.

He knew I often went to a bar in Shinjuku Ni Chome dressed in my leathersand had occasionally been tied up by clients in the bar. He then gave me writteninstructions and a place and time.

I followed his instructions and on arriving at the bar stripped to my leatherchaps and a thong and placed my bag on the bar.

The barman was obviously expecting me and smiled as he emptied the bag ontothe bar in full view of the two other patrons. There were a set of handcuffs,lots of course hemp rope, a large butt plug, lubricant, some vicious lookingnipple clamps, chains and weights, plus a blindfold and a note from my bosswritten in Japanese which I could not read.

I continued to follow the instructions I had been given while the barman readthe note and shared a joke with his colleagues in Japanese.

I put on a leather collar clipped to which was the key to the handcuffs. Ithen blindfolded my eyes and clicked shut one of the steel cuffs on my wrist.I then reached behind my back found the other cuff and before I could backout of the deal I clicked it shut trapping both wrists behind my back.

I was now helpless with my wrists manacled behind my back and the only keythat could release me dangling from the front of my collar. I sat still onthe bar stool beginning to regret so willingly putting myself in this situation.I was semi naked and vulnerable. I felt hands brush my naked butt and senseda man standing behind me. Suddenly he reached round and savagely squeezed mynipples and as I gasped and half turned he kissed me savagely.

Then I was left alone and if I said drink, a bear was held to my lips. I beganto relax this was certainly a humiliating punishment but it wasn ' t that badand I would come out debt free.

Suddenly the bar went quiet as a large group of men entered. My collar wasgrabbed and I was forced off my stool and made to stand. Many hands ran overmy body undid my chaps and stripped of my thong leaving me now completely naked.

I felt the key being unclipped from my collar and was relieved as the cuffswere opened freeing my wrists.

My freedom however was short lived as I was forced across the bar and twomen set to work roping my arms wrists and chest, within minutes I was tightlybound with the course hemp rope and unable to move a muscle.

The tight ropes thrust my hardened nipples out as I was dragged back a stepand stood up straight, booted feet kicked my ankles apart. I now truly feltlike a slave standing naked with my feet spread wide and every part of my bodyon display. Hands fondled my balls and invaded my arse, while others pinchedand tortured my nipples.

Suddenly my blindfold was removed and I was looking into the face

Of an older Japanese man. His eyes were piercing as he looked straight throughme and gently massaged my nipples. I struggled in my ropes as I looked aroundthe bar which seemed to be full of his friends who looked to be delighted withmy predicament and looking forward to the entertainment.

My new Master brought my nipples to hardness and then tightly clamped eachin turn with small metal clamps from which a small bell hung making me gaspand shake in a futile attempt to dislodge them which only caused them to biteharder and tinkle. He smiled and drew me toward him crushing my clamped nipplesagainst his chest as his hands roved over my naked butt, down my legs and thenup probing my arse crack and pulling my cheeks apart with strong fingers.

I felt the tip of a lubed butt plug pushing against my anus and then steadilyforcing its way deep inside me until my own sphincter muscles drew it in tight.This was being done by one of his friends as my Master stood before me holdingme at arms length, smiling cruelly and flicking my nipple clamps sending waveof fire through my chest.

Again I struggled in my bonds but he just laughed and slapped my face. Thenhe kissed me and I responded while his friend adjusted the butt plug now stretchingmy arse. I had never felt more vulnerable but the game was just beginning.Three of his friends forced my bound torso backwards over a bar stool placedin the small of my back just above my naked buttocks. I was forced back untilI was horizontal on my back and held up by three bar stools, one under my buttocks,one mid back between my roped elbows and one under my head.

Some of them held my shoulders down while others lifted and spread my legs,tying my ankles to two more stools which they spread wide and then sat on tosecure them in place.

I burned with embarrassment at the way any of the men in the bar could nowview my naked stretched and bound body, I was truly a slave with my arse alsostretched and plugged waiting for my Master to determine my fate.

My Master kissed me gently on the lips and then trailed his fingers alongmy helpless body to my bound ankles before moving between my legs and movingright up until his cock was brushing against my balls and butt plug. I strainedin my ropes as I looked around desperately for some one to save me from beingfucked like a common pleasure slave for the amusement of my Masters friends.

He removed the butt plug and rammed his condom covered cock deeply into meand began to rhythmically fuck me. I tried to relax realising I could do nothingbut endure this public humiliation when a large fat man forced my face to theside and then shoved his large condom covered cock into my mouth. While hefucked my face he kept the bells jingling by pulling on the chain linking mynipples.

They both seemed to come at the same time and were quickly replaced by othersuntil they were all satisfied and returned to their drinks.

My Master kissed me, played with my nipples and then ordered one of his friendsto suck me to hardness, after five minutes I was panting struggling and readyto come when my Master took from the barman a shot glass, as I came he collectedmost of my spunk in the glass to which he then added whiskey.

He ordered that my ankles be untied and I was stood up and forced to bendover the bar while the butt plug was reapplied and then taken to the centreof the room and forced to my knees. My arms and wrists were still securelybound and my head was held back by some one behind me, my mouth was forcedopen and my Master poured the come and whiskey down my throat while his friendsclapped in time

This appeared to signal the end of the entertainment but rather than beingreleased as I had hoped, I was thrust to the floor on my belly, my ankles wereswiftly crossed and roped and drawn up to my bound wrists leaving me once againnaked and helpless, this time hog tied on the floor.

From there on my Master and most of his friends ignored me all except thefat man who had forced me to suck him earlier when I was spread-eagled overthe bar stools.

He had a cruel streak and watched me like a spider with a fly helpless beforeit. Each time he passed me on his way to the toilet he would unclamp my nipplescausing the blood to flow and send waves of pain through my chest which justsubsided in time for his return when he would reapply them and then check andtighten my wrist and ankle ropes to show me there was no way I could escape.

He would then lift me at my knees rocking me forward onto the nipple clampswhich bit harder as they were crushed between me and the floor. He would fondlemy cock and balls and remove and then force back into place the butt plug.He enjoyed having the use of a naked white slave which he could humiliate andtorture at will.

After what seemed an age of this intermittent torture. My Master rose withhis friends, he seemed to have lost interest in me and I hoped he would nowrelease me so I could escape the attentions of the fat man. My heart rose ashe ordered his men to free my ankles, I was stood up and walked to the barforced to bend half over it while a collar and chain was put around my neckand fastened to the other side of the bar. This was more comfortable than thehog tie but my wrists and arms were still securely bound and I was still nakedand unable to move to defend myself.

The master then removed the but plug and left with his friends all exceptfor the fat man and his friend who eyed me and smiled from the other end ofthe bar.

Within minutes they had moved down to stand either side of me with their drinkswhile they spoke in Japanese to the barman after which his end of my chainwas released and they took me to a corner where without untying me they putmy chaps back on me and my small black loin cloth which just covered my cockand balls but left my arse completely naked. My sleeveless leather vest wasthen put on over my bound chest and left undone so any one could see I wassecurely roped.

I was then led out of the bar by these two men one in front tugging on thechain and one behind whipping my bare arse. They led me through the back streetsin this manner for several blocks, revelling in the attention I and they receivedfrom drunken Japanese men who fondled my cock and balls and invaded my arsewith their fingers, twice I was hauled into an alleyway and forced to sucka complete stranger. Finally we arrived at a sex shop in Ni Chome, they draggedme down the stairs and presented me to the proprietor, my arse by this timewas pink with welts and the customers clapped and laughed at what ever explanationmy captors gave them. I was then used as a model and many of the shops assortmentof plugs clamps and whips were used on me by the proprietor and customers whocame and went.

A saw horse padded on the top was then produced and I was flung along it onmy chest and belly and tied down securely. My ankles were well spread and tiedto the legs leaving me horizontal to the floor with both my mouth and arseat comfortable cock height.

While the customers looked on, the proprietor forced me to lick his flaccidcondom covered cock to hardness before calling a customer to take his placeat my head while he went to the other end and fucked me mercilessly. When hehad finished my two captors each took their turn again before releasing mefrom the horse and leading me back into the street.

It was 2am and still warm on the street. My arms and wrists were still wellroped and the little bells on the vicious nipple clamps tinkled as the twoled me to a park which is a well known pick up point in Ni Chome.

In a darkish corner but near a side road they removed my leather vest andchaps and began finally to undo my ropes, as the ropes peeled off and the circulationreturned. I rubbed my arms and revelled in the thought that my ordeal was finallyover.

I should have known better, the fat man grabbed me from behind and forcedmy arms out in front of me while his friend deftly roped my wrists togetheragain palm to palm and then cinched them tightly handcuff style. He the tieda longer rope to my secured wrists and threw it over the branch of a tree

As soon as I realised what they planned to do, I drew back and struggled butin vain as they both hauled on the free end of the rope lifting me completelyoff the ground and securing the rope to another branch leaving me suspendedby my wrists with my toes just touching the cool grass.

The fat man now stood before me again smiling at my predicament. I aimed akick at his balls but he just stepped aside and then caught my ankle and swiftlytied it to the trunk he then tied the other ankle out to another trunk andsqueezed my now openly presented balls just hard enough to ensure I understoodthe vulnerability of my position.

I watched them gather my chaps and vest into a bag and pull out a whip, acock gag and a large butt plug and some other gear they bought at the sex shop.They then gagged me and inserted the lubricated plug up my arse.

The fat one then came around to the front of me and showed me a leather parachutearrangement which he proceeded to clip tightly around the top of my ball sack,hanging beneath the parachute was a ring to clip weights which he began todo one by one grinning at me as their combined weight pulled on the sack andforced my balls together as they stretched downwards

The sweat ran down my arms as the twin pains of the nipple clamps and my ballsaching as the weights swung gently to and fro left me gurgling in to my gagas the two of them set about taking turns to whip me until my body was coveredin pink welts. The fat man then hung the whip from my tortured balls beforepicking up the bag of my belongings and strolling off into the darkness.

I tried to cry out but could still only gurgle behind my gag and struggleas I saw shadows moving all around me, some of the inhabitants of the parkmoved in for their supper.

I felt rough hands sliding up the inside of my leg and probing the butt plug,a warm toothless mouth fastened onto my cock and began sucking. Despite mysuffering my hips began to jerk rhythmically as I came in an anonymous mouth.

Hanging spread-eagled as I was it was not possible for them to rape me whichwas sure to be my fate once they had dispensed with the fore play.

I saw one of them begin to untie the rope suspending me above them but beforehe could undo the knots a car swept around the corner and two smartly dressedJapanese men got out and came toward me. My attackers melted back into theshadows leaving me hanging before these two men who proceeded to inspect mybody in detail and at their leisure.

This they did with leather gloved hands which ran all over my presented bodythe tall one was younger although still around fifty and he lifted the weightspulling at my balls granting me instant relief and I groaned my appreciationonly to have him study my eyes as he let them drop cruelly.

He spoke to the shorter older man who began to untie my ankles and once thatwas done undo the other rope which dropped me to the ground where I fell ina heap with the dirt clinging to my sweaty body and my hands still bound beforeme I was lifted to my feet and made to stand with my legs apart and my boundwrists over my head resting on the back of my neck.

The rope that had previously suspended me now ran down my back and the shortman reached between my legs pulled hard to pull my wrists down my back andswiftly tied the rope off around my cock and balls above the parachute whichswung and my balls ached each time he touched it. If I tugged at my wriststhe rope just bit deeper into my arse crack and forced the but plug furtherup me as well as pulling on my balls and setting the parachute swinging againa quickly decided to stand very still.

My mind however was racing as I hoped they would take me away and not leaveme like this as I realised that the minute they left, the park dwellers wouldreturn and I would be powerless to stop them taking me deep into the park whereI would be quickly thrown to the ground, spread-eagled and repeatedly rapedand or tortured for the rest of the night, then securely roped, gagged andhidden by day only to be brought back for the next nights entertainment.

My luck was in, a leash was attached to the parachute and a gentle tug senta stab of pain thru my balls and sent me stumbling behind them to the limousine.

I was bundled into the back and forced to sit which immediately tightenedthe rope down my back pulling my wrists further down and the but plug furtherinto me and tightening mercilessly about my cock and balls. My captors sateach side of me and idly toyed with the bell clamps on my tits or gently pulledthe leash attached to the weighted parachute on my balls.

I was however somehow relieved to be sitting in a flash car with sophisticatedif still cruel captors either side of me who clearly had plans for me whichdid not involve any form of freedom or clothing and then the tall one removedmy gag, pulled me toward him and kissed me savagely. I returned his kiss andfelt my nipples harden under their clamps and my cock stiffen.

I was uncomfortably bound, naked, covered in sweat and sitting in the backseat of a limousine between two immaculately dressed older Japanese masters

The car slowed and drove into a basement. Automatic doors silently openedand shut behind the limo which drew to a halt in the middle of a well lit parkingarea. The doors opened and I was pulled from the car and led to stairs whichin turn led to a plush carpeted hall, obviously part of a hotel. They knockedon the door of a room and I was ushered in to a well lit, tiled, jailhousewith stainless steel manacles of every kind hanging from chains around theroom.

My ropes were released, clamps removed, parachute removed, butt plug removedand for the first time since entering that fateful Shinjuku bar I was entirelyfree of restraints and implements of torture.

I was then ushered into the shower my arms were raised and stainless steelmanacles clicked onto my wrists stretching my arms up toward the roof, theshower was turned on full and I luxuriated in the warm water cascading overmy body as my jailer washed every part of my body including using a specialnozzle with a phallus head that he used to pleasure and wash my insides.

He also kissed me passionately and having placed a condom on my cock suckedme until I came, before putting a condom on himself lowering the chains slightlywhile still keeping me completely at his mercy he fucked me as the water cascadedover us both.

A knock at the door heralded the return of my two captors and they supervisedmy jailers preparation of me for my next ordeal.

I was made to stand in the center of the room and strong leather cuffs werepadlocked onto my wrists, ankles, upper arms and upper thighs once padlockedinto position you could see that the welded D rings protruding from each meantthat any Master could secure me in any position with the utmost ease.

Clearly my ordeal was going to continue but the commitment to safe sex gaveyou the feeling that while these people were merciless and dedicated to crueland unusual sex you would emerge finally when they and they alone decided torelease you to live another day.

My wrists were pulled out before me and padlocked together, my arms were liftedand wrists placed behind my neck and fastened to a D ring sewn into a softbut thick black collar which in turn was buckled around my neck.

Once again I was secured in such a way as to allow unrestricted access byfingers, implements or whips to every part of my body the dreaded parachuteon my balls was attached to a leash meaning the slightest tug set the weightsswinging

The other D rings were left alone as they concentrated on the refinementsof clamping strong metal clamps to my nipples complete with bells and a connectingchain which they threaded through another D ring at the front of my collarso that any movement by my wrists or arms also tended to move the collar andtug viciously at my tits but there was no gag or butt plug which I mistakenlytook as a good sign.

I was thus naked and so very vulnerable to any man within touching distancebut nevertheless grateful to my captors who had rescued me from the park.

I was ushered into the hall and marched back to the stairs, the jolting actionof going down the stairs tortured my nipples and balls mercilessly as any attemptto slow and ease the pain resulted in lashes across my naked butt and tugsto my leash causing me to jerk forward as I tried to avoid the pain.

Once again I was ushered into the Limo with my minders sitting either side,in contrast to my last ride I felt clean and fresh if apprehensive about myfate

The Limo travelled only a short distance through crowded main streets andI was grateful for the tinted windows, it then turned sharply into a side streetand parked, my captors helped me out and immediately led me a few short stepsinto a concrete sky scraper and a lift where one of them used a card to gainaccess to the top floor some 25 stories up.

During the ride they massaged my cock back to hardness and removed the clampsplaying my sore nipples back to hardness before re clamping them so that Iwas fully aroused when the lift doors opened and I was led out onto a rooftop garden where a very posh party was in full swing.

It was dark every where with subdued low garden lights that allowed you tosee where you were going but kept peoples faces more in shadow. I could seeeveryone was male, well dressed and in the main over 50, some in dinner suitsand others in leather, with instruments of torture dangling from their belts.

I also noticed many wooden frames, stocks, whipping posts even stakes hammeredin to the lawn far enough apart that a man could be spread-eagled and stretchedface up or down according to the crowds desires.

I noticed that no one else was stripped and manacled like I was and from thehungry looks and fondling fingers touching my body it was clear I was to bethe nights entertainment.

I was quickly hustled by a small crowd to the wooden frame, my wrists werefreed and nipple clamps removed as willing hands hoisted me into the air andclipped my wrist cuffs to the chains hanging from the top corners of the frame.They the then unceremoniously dropped me leaving me hanging suspended by mywrists although many hands still lingered as the explored my displayed body.I kicked and struggled but my position was hopeless and I knew it.

I looked out over the sea of faces and saw a box like contraption being hauledtoward me, a shaft protruded from the centre and on top of the shaft was aleather saddle and protruding in turn from the saddle was a thick 8 inch longcondom covered dildo.

I watched fascinated as it was positioned directly below me. I tried to closemy legs but loose chains had been fastened to both my ankle and thigh cuffswhich while they were loose enough to allow me to pull myself up some distancesby my arms I could not bring my legs together.

An electric motor in the box whirred into life and the dildo and saddle roseslowly up until with the guiding hands of willing volunteers, who also liberallyapplied lubricant, it was pushing at my anus

I struggled and squirmed lifting myself as soon as I felt it pushing me open,I had never had to take anything that big to date and pulled on my wrist chainswhich lifted me but still the saddle rose and was again pushing at my sphincter.

I could go no higher and resigned myself to the inevitable rape when witha cheer the machine stopped, the tip of the dildo was hard against my sphincterbut not inside me.

I then realised that the real torture was to simply wait and as my arm musclestired I would in effect rape myself. I determined to hold off but in the spaceof a few minutes found myself lowering and impaling myself on the dildo whilesome of the men clapped and others whipped my stretched torso.

Once I was fully impaled and sitting on the saddle it was lowered slightlyto fully stretch my arms, my ankle chains were also adjusted pulling me downtighter and my thigh chains were tightened pulling my legs out further andensuring nothing restricted the dildo from impaling me to the fullest extent.

Once again I heard the motor whirr into action and to my horror, this timeit began to vibrate and move down and then back up pumping me with mechanicalprecision as my own cock stood proud and twitched with desire, despite, orperhaps because of, the helplessness and cruelty of my position.

I abandoned all attempts at self control, threw back my head and begged formercy as I rode the sensation. I felt the whips thrashing my naked buttocks,chest, back and thighs. I felt a hand wanking me and as I came with a powerfulspurt, I saw a dinner suited gentleman catch it in a shot glass.

My head slumped to my chest as I hung there while the saddle was lowered andthe dildo withdrawn leaving me naked, stretched and available both inside andout.

Various members of the club, both obvious leather clad masters and dinnersuited gentlemen now availed themselves of my body and tried out their toys.Different dildos both vibrating and still, carved ivory, stainless steel, leatherand rubber were used on my arse and every variety of nipple torture was appliedto my tits as I hung helpless before them. Every so often someone would applytheir own whip and I would cry out with the pain.

Although my body weight was partially supported by the chains at my thighsmy arms were aching from being stretched above me and I was grateful when someof the crowd decided they wanted to bring me down from the frame, which theydid.

I was then hustled to another large frame where I was bent over a bar heightadjusted to be just above my cock, so that my feet were standing flat on theground when my ankles were pulled apart and shackled by chains at the bottomof the frame. My thighs were then also chained to the sides of the frame ensuringI had no freedom of movement for my legs and my arse was spread wide and available.

My wrist cuffs were then also chained to the sides of another frame some fourfeet in front of the other but this time at waist height. I was now bent overwith my back horizontal to the ground with my arse presented and my arms stretchedout to either side and slightly forward of my torso.

From the top centre of the forward frame a steel collar lined on the insidewith soft leather was lowered on a chain, opened and then clicked shut aroundmy neck it too was fixed at lower waist height and chains stretched to eitherside of the frame to hold it in place.

Once again I could not move a muscle and a small stiff leather topped standwas placed under my chin forcing me to keep my head and face up

Nipple clamps were re applied with the bells and a linking chain, the weight,and swinging of which, kept my nipples on fire. The weighted parachute wasstill dragging at my balls which also ached from this torture and the way mylegs were stretched out to their fullest extent made my arse feel particularlyopen, empty and vulnerable.

It was becoming particularly clear to me also, why I was not gagged, apartfrom the fact that my cries 25 stories up in the open air served only to amusemy captors, it was obvious that the purpose of my current position of restraint,was to allow unhindered access to my arse and mouth, cock, balls, nipples andindeed all of my body for members to fuck or play with, torment or tortureat their leisure.

Scatter cushions were thrown on the ground around and under me and men slowlybegan to gather, in couples and alone, drinking, laughing and while some sataround and under me, others began playing with my body.

The smell of the leather trousers now standing directly in front of me wasintoxicating and as he held the zip out, I obediently attempted to lower itand open his fly. He had to assist me loosening the chain holding up my steelcollar and removing the stand under my chin to allow me to move my head upand down and free his cock from the leather trousers, the job done his hardcock thrust out and he slid a condom over it and then slowly thrust himselfdown my throat as I felt another hard condom covered and well lubricated cockramming up my arse.

I felt used and abused but the restraints were reasonably

comfortable and every now and then when my mouth wasn ' t

being used I was offered a drink and slated my thirst eagerly, sometimes itwas beer and sometimes whiskey and often the small leather chin stand was replacedto force my head up and make me watch my tormentor preparing himself to facefuck or rape me.

Suddenly I felt my ball parachute and clamps being removed and my own cockand balls licked to hardness, a condom was applied and I bucked as I was suckedby someone who also flicked idly at my sore nipples, while some else applieda whip to my back and shoulders as he fucked me and yet another thrust hungrilyin and out of my mouth.

This continued until the men tired of fucking me and drifted away to otherparts of the roof top garden to admire the view or find each other.

One man however remained on a cushion close in front of me and kissed me passionatelywhile reaching underneath

and pinching my nipples. I kissed him back and relaxed as much as I couldgiven the vulnerability of my position.

When he stood up and offered me his condom covered cock I pleasured him longand hard and as I did he ran his hands along my out stretched arms and downmy body stroking me all the time as he came in my mouth.

I desperately wanted him to buy me and take me home but he was pushed awayby three leather clad rope masters carrying a bag of course hemp rope. Theyreleased me from my chains and dragged me back to the original four posts inthe middle of the lawn where I was thrown on my back on the ground.

My wrists were then connected to chains at the bottom of the posts eitherside and pulled hard apart stretching my arms once again, however my ankleswere then lifted and attached to chains much higher on the same two poles andanchored far apart.

This left my head and shoulders secured on the ground but the rest of my bodyhoisted and inverted, with my arse hole pointing directly into the air andmy legs stretched wide apart to allow easy access to my arse, cock and balls.

The rope masters then set about tying and separating my balls with thin cord,leaving the skin stretched as my cock hardened and my balls were trapped stretchednot only away from my cock but also separated.

They also set about tying ropes which at this point certainly were superfluous,that is at the wrists, ankles, thighs and above the elbow.

All were of multiple turns and each were finished with another rope forminga loop not dissimilar to the ring in my leather restraints, all of which seemedsuperfluous given the helplessness of my present bondage.

Another man appeared with a large wax candle some 12 inches in length and2 inches in diameter, one end was flat with a wick protruding from he end andthe other was carved in the shape of a very thick cock which ran straight forsix inches and then narrowed considerably to 1 inch diameter before immediatelygoing back to 2 inches.

I knew before the lubrication was applied that this was to be rammed downmy arse and so it was, with my sphincter quickly tightening at the narrowestpoint, holding the candle vertically between my legs while invading and stretchingmy insides.

They lit the candle with much ceremony which drew the people back to the spectacleof a naked slave well secured being tortured and they subtly adjusted the chainson my ankles to ensure the hot molten wax dripped on to the stretched skinof my cock and balls or should I jerk hard in my bondage, it flicked on tomy nipples.

I had a perfect view of my own torture. I could watch the candle burning lowerand the molten wax burning harder as it continued to spill on my most sensitiveorgans without any ability to move or stop the torture. The club members lovedit and clapped every drop as I tried desperately to avoid the pain.

This particular torture whilst started by the rope masters, was not all theyhad in mind and although it went on for nearly an hour until most of the audiencedrifted away, they waited patiently for my ordeal to end before releasing mefrom the chains and then tying me, using the afore mentioned ropes at ankle,wrist, thigh and upper arm.

They tied me savagely on a bridge over the artificial Carp pond, against poles,staked spread eagled on the lawn and dangling from the trees, utilising everyrope they had and always rendering me utterly helpless and at the mercy ofany one wanting to molest me.

When they finally released me, dawn was breaking, and while all of the cruelropes were removed the leather cuffs were not and my hands were still chainedbehind my back as I was handed to the one man I had hoped would claim me, theman who had kissed and loved me so well, when I was chained for sucking andfucking simultaneously earlier in the night

He put a large silk robe on me which hid my nakedness and the fact that mywrists were padlocked together behind my back, gave me a pair of sandals formy feet and ushered me toward the lift. Once we reached the ground he gentlytook my elbow and ushered me to his car, he drove a short distance to his homeand again ushered me up the stairs and into a sparsely furnished house.

He then removed the robe and the padlock leaving me free for the first time.I embraced my liberator and we showered together before going to bed in a largedouble bed completely free of any form of restraint for the first time. I wasexhausted and slept very soundly.

I awoke to the feel of some one sucking my hard cock. It was my liberatorand once again I was free of restraints. We passed a pleasant morning and Ieagerly agreed when my liberator suggested we go to the beach.

When we arrived we parked and strolled over the dunes and down the beach andfurther away from the people toward a secluded little bay where the bush cameright down almost to the waters edge, we both stripped and swam in the warmwater.

My whip marks had faded and the warm salt water continued the healing process,we the lay in the sun until my liberator decided to go back for some drinks.I was too lazy to accompany him and lay naked basking in the sun as he dressedand trundled off.

I closed my eyes and dozed off until I thought I heard a rustling in the bushesbehind me. I had no idea of the time but my rescuer had not returned. I stoodto dress when three men surrounded me, they were roughly dressed and remindedme of the park dwellers.

I noticed one had a back pack as they all rushed me and threw me to the groundon my stomach. I tried to call for help but tape was swiftly wound around myhead taping my mouth shut and my head was held down in the sand as one of thethree sat on it.

I felt the familiar course hemp rope tightly binding my crossed wrists, thenmy upper arms were tied and the two were linked tightening all the ropes andforcing my crossed wrists well up my back.

I felt strong fingers invading my arse leaving me in no doubt about why Iwas being captured. I was then hauled to my feet and made to face my captors,they laughed at my helplessness as I shook in my bonds.

My feet were then kicked apart and one of them tightly tied my balls and attacheda leash before leading me stumbling behind him into the bush. I felt the lashof birches on my exposed behind and back as the other two assisted my progressfrom behind.

I was led uphill for some 30 minutes and then we continued deeper and deeperinto the bush. I cursed my own laziness which had cost me my new found freedomand resigned myself to looking for any chance to escape the clutches of thesethree.

Every two hours they would call a halt and get beers out of the back packand rest, drinking heavily and always taking the opportunity to tie me in exposedand uncomfortable positions by hauling my wrists crossed behind my back intothe air and to a branch above me.

This bent me over and placed my arse and mouth in good position to be abusedas they had removed the tape from my mouth once they were satisfied we weredeep enough into the bush for my cries not to be heard.

They then took turns fucking me and forcing me to suck them before continuingdeeper into the bush where I knew escape would be impossible.

At night fall, long stakes were cut from the bush and hammered into the ground,my ropes were released but the three easily held me on the ground on my backand lashed my wrists and ankles tightly to each stake spread-eagling me onthe ground.

They then sat around as they cooked their evening meal and passed around awhisky bottle until one of them rose and walked over to stand above me andlooked down on my helpless form before squatting down at my head and offeringme a drink from the bottle. I gulped a mouthful of the fiery liquid and chokedbut recognised the first sign of kindness from my captors. It was however shortlived as the man looked above him and tested a thin willowy branch by pullingit down and watching it spring back up.

I also watched as he tied some rawhide to the branch and let it dangle, theend was lying coiled on my cock which twitched at the touch. He then suckedme to hardness, before winding the end of the rawhide around my balls at thesame time pulling the branch downwards.

When he let go the branch sprang back upwards pulling hard on my balls. Itried to ease my discomfort by raising my loins as far as the tight ropes wouldallow but the branch simply sprang back further toward its original position,the effect was the same as the parachute creating a permanent pull on my trappedballs.

Satisfied with his handy work he wandered back to his companions leaving mestretched and uncomfortable as they settled down for the night I slept fitfullyin my discomfort and dreamed of my short period of freedom before being wakenedby one of them sucking hard on my cock which was responding well despite thediscomfort in my balls.

Once he had finished the three released me, stood me up and began to re tieme for the days trek. A four foot long sapling roughly 4 inches in diameterand stripped of its bark was produced and thrust across my back just belowmy shoulder blades, my arms were pulled over the top and my wrists re tiedby rope connecting them across my stomach.

This had the effect of forcing back my shoulders and pulling in my stomachwhere the course rope connected to the ties on each wrist. Further rope wasused to tie my upper arms to the pole which had been cleverly notched to allowtight permanent bindings to hold the pole in place protruding about one footeither side of my shoulders, I could observe other notches at each end whichwould allow the pole to be tied between two trees trunks should they wish toimmobilise their victim.

My ball tie was still in place as was the leash and in this manner my journeybegan again

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Quentin Osman rose from his seat and moved nearer. The flesh of the two young bodies joggled and quivered as the girls continued to struggle frantically, but futilely, against their chains. It fascinated him.Hans and Cassim approached with the gags. They were made of spongey black rubber, about the size of tennis balls, with a buckling strap attached. Cassim went round behind Heidi. Like one possessed, the girl twisted and turned her blonde head from side to side, striving to evade the ball-gag...

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Enslaved Chapter 44

Quentin osman opened the mail. They’re ready to send them,” he said. “Earlier than first anticipated.”“But we’re not ready,” said Melissa. She was very carefully painting her toenails a pale gold colour... at the same time thinking she would soon have Julia to do this task for her. Quentin reflected for a little while. “From the security point of view,” he said, “we can be ready in a day or two. And, although we might not be as well-equipped as we might like at this stage, we can improvise....

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Enslaved Chapter 43

After a couple of visits to the Carmargue area, Quentin and Melissa decided they had found what they wanted. It was a rambling 18th century farmhouse which had been considerably extended in the 19th century.“Four reception rooms... eight bedrooms... servants quarters... usual offices... ” said Melissa reading from the particulars an agent had given them.“Even more important,” smiled Quentin, “large wine cellarage space.”“Quite so,” nodded Melissa.“Not too difficult to convert. Though it will...

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Enslaved Chapter 42

“Quentin... ”“Yes, my dear?”“I’ve been thinking... ”“Uh-hu... good for you.” Quentin Osman’s reply was lazy. He stretched out a hand and patted Melissa’s bare, warm thigh. The lightly bronzed thigh of the wife of just less than a month. The couple were stretched out on two loungers, side by side, under a beach umbrella. It was very warm, but there was always the cool blue Mediterranean nearby to plunge into.Melissa gave Quentin’s midriff a playful pat. It was a different midriff to his...

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Enslaved Chapter 41

The Master-bedroom at Cragness presented a peaceful picture. Melissa and Quentin lay naked on the four-polster. They were asleep... an excess of brandy having finally overcome them. A senseless Julia had been removed and was under Treatment. It would be several days before she was fully fit to resume her duties. Havers, who had been summoned to take the weal-scarred girl away, had seemed slightly puzzled. He could not understand why Melissa was sitting at a dressing table, wearing a negligee...

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Enslaved Chapter 40

Havers led julia and Melissa into the Master-bedroom at Cragness, which was now occupied solely by Quentin. It was reminiscent of days aboard the ‘Paradise’ for both girls were stark naked and each wore a heavy iron collar to which a length of chain was attached. Their wrists were locked into fetters on the sides of the collars. These devices... symbols of slavery... were very useful when a girl was at the initial stages of her training and apt to be rebellious. She was easy to control and...

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