Chapter 8
"You're next." you're told as you're stripped naked, except for the heels, and
led toward the cask.
Susan is dumped unceremoniously to the ground once she is released from her
bondage, and as the aluminum dildo is replaced with a wooden one of comparable
size, you find yourself somewhat disappointed. Feeling quite the slut, you want
to put on a show. You'll soon discover that you certainly will.
You are positioned over the wooden cock, facing the barrel. It slowly rotates
up, pushing the cock into you, and then stops. The dildo has been coated with a
slick lube, but you still notice the unusually rough surface as it scratches its
way in. You are concerned when a large sheet of sandpaper is stuck to the
barrel directly in front of your tits before your arms are secured,
outstretched, by the leather straps. Your legs are then lifted up which places
enormous pressure on your pubic bone, spread wide with knees bent, and strapped
against the wooden surface.
The barrel resumes its rotation until your weight is on your stomach. You
notice that you're not strapped down as snugly as Susan was, and that you have a
little room to move around. You wonder if it's because you've been a good
little whore to these men, and that they're giving you a bit of a break. You're
soon to discover that you're completely wrong.
The burning in your crotch is subtle at first, but as the icy-hot sensation
builds, you recognize the distinct aroma of Ben-Gay. You begin to squirm
against the dildo, only to realize its surface is also sandpaper. The hot
ointment is beginning to burn your insides, and you can't remain still. You
hardly notice the smooth stroking of the stinging-nettles across your back.
Within seconds, the hairs of the nettles release their load of formic acid,
histamine, acetylcholine, serotonin, 5-hydroxytryptamine, and other unknown
compounds into the flesh of your back, causing you to wriggle your upper torso,
which in turn grinds your nipples against the sandpaper under them. You try to
control your movements, but the severe itching on your back, along with the
burning in your crotch, is overwhelming. As you struggle to relieve the
discomfort, your tits, clit and pussy lips pay a dear price as you rub them raw
against the sandpaper.
The group is laughing hysterically at your predicament as the nettles are again
dragged across your back, and even under your arm pits. You shake
uncontrollably as one of the men pushes himself into your ass, reopening the
torn flesh. Another man takes your hair in his hand, like the reins of a
bucking bronco, lifts your head up and pushes the full length of his cock into
your open throat. You feel his balls on your chin as you continue to thrash
against the sandpaper.
The two men thrust in an alternating pattern, rocking your body back and forth.
The pain becomes intense. The crowd gathers around you and you can hear the men
stroking their cocks, waiting for their turn. As the two men fucking you finish
and step back, they are immediately replaced by two more. Your body is
constantly moving against the rough paper, and you fear your nipples and clit
will be completely rubbed away before they are through. After what seems like
an eternity, the last man finishes in your throat and the movement stops.
