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She pulls me away from the tree enough to get behind me, while Donna continues to suck my cunt. I feel the grease at my backdoor first and then the butt plug presses against my anus. I’m too tense, so it doesn’t easily give way.
“Easy, Cass, you can take this, just remember last night.” Peach works my ass with deft sure fingers, and then tries the plug again. I whimper as the huge thing is forced past my tight sphincter on its way deep inside my interior.
“Ooooo please.” It sends a nasty pain through my rear.
Cozinne slaps my face. “You were told to be quiet,” she seethes. She stuffs something in my mouth, some pungent smelling cloth. “Don’t make a sound, pretty lady, unless you want a real audience.” She looks all the more evil as hardness mutates to cruelty.
Just as I become accustomed to the butt plug, Donna inserts a dildo in my cunt. “Look how she’s dripping,” she says admiring the arousal I can’t hide. This rips me apart, these two violating pricks; my legs must spread wider still to accommodate them. This looks all the more lewd in Cozinne’s eyes.
“I knew we had a slut whore here. Is this shocking you? What you’ll do for a good time between your legs. Your lover needs to pass you around more. Give you the good time you really want.” I’d spit at her if I weren’t gagged, but I can only flash my eyes in hatred. “What a look you have on your face, slut. Too bad I don’t have a camera to take a picture of your torment?” She mocks me so I can’t stand to look at her anymore.
She takes a thin branch from a nearby sapling, and strips it down to a long lean switch with hard nubs all along its surface, where the leaves had been. “I bet you like pain,” she asserts in the same mocking tone. I flinch as she snaps the switch against my breasts. I look down to see the red imprint across my flesh. She rears back again and the switch lands with a rude jolt against my nipples. I squeal behind the gag. My muted noise is enough to infu
riate Cozinne and she lashes me again twice in rapid fire.
“You don’t learn, do you?” she says nastily.
I cringe as she wields the nasty bough another half dozen times against my breasts. They bob against my chest as searing hot pain shoots through me. It only makes me wriggle all the more against the two pronged attack between my legs. With Donna’s tongue lavishing itself on my hard clit, I can’t deny the way this makes my body jolt excitedly. I look down at my chest to see flaming red stripes, weals rising against a white backdrop. I’m aroused by this, too, by everything. The heat rises even more when she lays off the switch and the sensations combine to bring me to an edge. I fight against it, but the women at my feet are too adept with their dildos and their tongues. One knows me well; the other thinks she does.
Even as Cozinne begins again with her handmade whip, I know I’m cumming. Even as I think she’ll tear my flesh away with her cruel cuts, I know I’m cumming. I twist, a flash flood roars down my body. It’s a jubilant relief that lasts an eternity, but not long enough. I want the switch again and again until the torrent subsides altogether. I cry through the gag to Cozinne and she accommodates me well.
After my body ceases to jerk, I open my eyes to a calmer scene. I’m being licked lovingly, still probed by the dildos, though I watch as Cozinne throws the switch away. The ordeal is nearly over.
I hang limply wanting to relax in my bonds, but my arms ache not wanting to support my weight. There are tears trickling down my face as I look in wonder at my red swollen breasts, and feel the spasms of satisfaction that still shimmy between my thighs. How can anything so horrible feel this good?
Cozinne wants me for her own purposes. Cutting me down, she takes the gag from my mouth and pushes me to her groin where she makes me lick her hot cunt. I lap at her as if my life depends on it, hardly coming up for a breath of air. I’m aware of Peach doing the same favor to Donna, just next to us. A blanket appears from somewhere, though it does little to comfort us on the hard ground. Yet, no one complains about discomfort now, they’re too intent on pleasure.
I see the other two enrapt with each other while I perform my task dutifully, not as a lover, but as a woman too scared to do anything else. I see Donna planting her luscious mouth against Peach’s cunt. I want to watch, as there’s a combination arousal and envy in the watching. I’ve never seen Peach with another woman; and the two look so splendid in the midst of their lust that I wish I could join them.
“Suck my cunt!” Cozinne shouts. She grabs my hair hard, when she notices my lapping tongue has slackened. I attend to her all the more vigorously. My fingers penetrate her dark cavern; it’s warm with juice pouring from it in rivulets. In spite of the way I despise her, I probe her deeper with three fingers, thinking I’ll insert my whole fist inside the bitch. The more violently I explore her insides, the more she loves it.
“Harder, slut!” she yells, as I wonder that she’s nearly screaming while I was made to remain silent.
I see her body tense at last, before I can slip my whole hand inside her. I think she’s going to squeeze my fingers in two, but they survive. Covered with juice, I take them out and wipe them against her sweating thigh. I watch the writhing body succumb with a degree of satisfaction, though just before she relaxes altogether, Peach is pulling at me. Grabbing my arm, she nods for me to follow, leaving Cozinne and Donna to recoup alone.
I fly back through the woods at Peach’s heels, trying to restore my soiled skirt and button the blouse. I finish the task as we approach the Jeep, and we’re down the road several miles before I breathe easily again.
The landscape rolling by is one reminder after another of the oaks and grassy meadow we just fled. I see the other women in my mind, their faces, their sexual will, their likely wonderment at our quick flight.
“They’re probably laughing at us right now,” Peach says, with a lovely smirk on her face.
“You think so?”
“It was all a lark for them, Cassidy, we had little to worry about.”
“Then why did you leave so quickly, if you weren’t scared?”
“I didn’t trust them. I didn’t like the way Cozinne strung you up. She didn’t tell me she would do that, and it surprised me. But it turned out okay?” She was asking me if it had, I heard the question in her voice.
“You did plan this,” I state. Restored to some sense of calm, I confront my bewilderment, wanting to know her part in this. I can’t decide how I feel, especially when I know she helped author this plot.
“I was following your lead,” she tells me.
“My lead?” I’m incredulous. “Do you see what she did to my breasts?” I unbutton my blouse and show her my wounded flesh. The full blush has faded, but there are many distinct stripes lingering as raised welts.
“They look beautiful to me,” Peach says. “I know it’s horrid to say this, but they turn me on just the way your punished ass turned me on last night.” She stares at me as long as she dares, while still driving. “How do they feel?”
I can’t admit it. There’s nothing that will make me tell her what I feel.
