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1Trespasser and the Three Sisters
Chapter Three- Darci
By The Technician
BDSM M-Solo F/M f/m Bondage Suspension Spanking Humiliation
This is a story in five chapters.
Chapter one is looking back at a childhood event that is background for what happened.
Chapter two relates the adult echo of that event which causes what happened..
Chapter three is what happens with sister one - Darci.
Chapter four is what happens with sister two - Marci.
Chapter five is what happens with sister three - Staci.
Warning: Do not try this at home. This is fantasy folks. It talks about inverted suspension bondage. That is dangerous. It can lead to stroke, loss of your hands or feet and lots of other nasty stuff including death. Be really careful if you start to mix fantasy with reality. Too much whips and leather can lead to a really sore ass - I know. Just a little too much inverted suspension can lead to death - I hope I never find that out, but now you have been warned. I was also warned, and I know it is dangerous, but the moth is still drawn to the flame.
Chapter Three - Darci
After a self-bondage suspension session goes wrong, trapping him in the barn, he is discovered by the owner - one of the “sisters” who own the farm.
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I had expected to be free by seven or eight at the latest, but darkness came and the small tanks were still full. To make things worse, it continued to rain off and on for hours and hours. The downspouts were repeatedly refilling the large tank so that the large tank continued pouring water into the smaller tanks. The water just overflowed from the tanks and turned the floor of the barn to mud. If I could somehow get the drains on the small tanks open it would still be hours before the tanks would finally drain and I might be able to get free, but first it had to stop raining.
Just before dawn it finally stopped raining, and the clouds cleared away shortly after the sun began to rise. It was a clear sunshiny August day... a hot August day with a hot August sun beating down on the tin roof of an old, totally shut up barn. By mid-morning it was almost 100 degrees inside the enclosed barn. Sweat was again pouring down off of me. With all of the water inside of the building, except for the fact that I was hanging upside down, it was like being in a steam room.
Around noon I heard a small engine, like a motorcycle of some sort, and began shouting for help. By this time I was far less concerned about being discovered that I was about blood clots or dehydration or death. Despite my cries, the engine noise continued on past the barn and disappeared. Evidently help would not be coming from whoever that was and I still needed to get the tanks up out of the dirt so they would drain. I tried pulling my legs and arms as much as I could, but I just couldn’t move the 350 pounds that each tank weighed.
Suddenly there was a flash of light like a door opening and the soft giggle of a girl’s voice. At first I thought I was starting to hallucinate because it sounded just like my cousin Beth when she walked into the barn, but then she spoke, “Well, well, well. We do have a trespasser. The sheriff called and said there was a car was parked all night at the cemetery and we might have a hunter or trespasser on our land. He seemed to think that whoever it was might have taken refuge in the old barn since the road was flooded out by the storm.”
She stepped around in front of me and looked down at my face. “Actually the road is in pretty bad shape. I had to use the Farm Gator to get down here from the house. I don’t think anything but an ATV will be able to get through for a couple of days and nothing on the road itself. It’s OK from the cemetery out to the main road, so you will be able to drive out... if and when I decide to release you.”
As she spoke I remained silent and just looked at her. She must have been one of the sisters. She was probably in her early thirties, not thin but definitely not overweight. Her figure was feminine but very muscular. She looked like what some people call a “corn-fed farm girl.”
In her right hand she was holding a small automatic handgun. In her left she was holding what looked like a long cane with some sort of pointed forks sticking out of a plastic head on the end of it. Holding up the automatic she said, “This is in case you were some hunter who wouldn’t listen to a woman telling you to get the hell off her land.” Then holding up the cane-like device she continued, “and this is in case you had a dog that wanted to protect you. I really do hate to shoot a dog, but one pop from this dog shocker and they usually just high tail it back to their owner’s car and wait there.”
“I see you aren’t a hunter.” She walked over next to me and patted me on the ass like you would a horse to calm it down. “But I’m not quiet sure what the hell you are.”
She stood along side me for several moments examining what I had done with the tanks and chains. “Impressive,” she finally said. “I assume you have some kind of restriction on the bottom drains of the milk transports. Good to see daddy’s weird invention actually worked for something. It was never worth a damn for milking. You had to milk the cows by hand because there was no electricity down here. Still isn’t.”
Looking further at the mud in which the cans were sitting she laughed and continued, “Didn’t figure on the rain, though, did you? Rain fills that tank up all the way to the top before it runs out the overflows. My sisters and I used to come down here on rainy days and skinny dip up in that tank.”
She reached out with dog shocker and touched the side of my penis. “That got a twitch out of you. You would like to see me and my sisters naked would you? But you were already hard when I walked in here. What gets you up? Is just hanging there enough to set you off? Is it the humiliation of being found naked in my barn? Is it the pain?”
She laughed, “That got another twitch. It is the pain isn’t it? You are just like my sister Staci. She gets off on pain. Marci and I almost never got a whipping when we were little. Staci would always confess even if she didn’t do it. Dad thought he was being really cruel to her spanking her so much, but he never saw her back in her bedroom afterwards rubbing away for all she was worth. Marci and I caught her once and never let her live it down. We made her do all sorts of things for us. But then we found out she got off on that too. Even when we made her lick our assholes, she just kept creaming her panties.”
She ran her finger through my asscheeks and up over my scrotum. “Are you like that Mr Trespasser. Would you love it if I hurt you? Would you do anything I told you to do? Would you even lick me everywhere I tell you to?”
She laughed again and then leaned down close to my face, “By the way, my name is Darci. Darci, Marci and Staci, better known as “the sisters” or as “those bitches who bought out my farm.” I tell you what I am going to do Mr T, I am going call the sheriff and tell him that he doesn’t have to send out any search parties because I found you in my barn and you will be staying with me for a while. Then I am going to get comfortable here in this overheated sweat house, and then I am going to see what makes you tick.”
Darci stepped outside and spoke on her cell phone for a few moments and then returned inside, walked over to a bench near the side of the barn and sat down to take off her boots. After carefully wiping them off and setting them on the bench beside her, she stood up and took off her jeans. She was wearing what most girls call granny panties, but she was definitely no granny. “Do you like what you see? In a little while I’ll ask you if you think it is worth the price.”
She continued removing her clothing until she stood totally naked next to the bench. Then she picked up her jeans and removed the belt. It was a wide cowboy style belt with a big removable buckle. As she popped the snaps on the buckle she looked over at me and said, “Better take this off in case I get a little wild.” Then she set the buckle on the bench and doubled the belt up in her hand.
“I’ll count the first ten, just to see how it goes,” she said as the belt began its swinging arc toward my ass. Smack - “One.” Smack - “Two.” Smack - “Three.”Smack - “Four.”Smack - “.”Smack - “Five.”Smack - “Six.”Smack - “Seven.”Smack - “Eight.”Smack - “Nine.”Smack - “Ten.”
I grunted with each blow, but didn’t actually cry out until the tenth. “Well, well, well. That kind of punishment would make most men deflate. But you look like you could punch through steel. That answers one of my questions. You do like pain.”
“Lets see how you are at taking orders. I’m going to do twenty-five more and you are going to count them and say thank you for each one.”
She didn’t give me any time to think about it but immediately swung again and connected with by right butt cheek. “One. Thank you Mistress,” I replied.
“Oh, you’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
Actually I hadn’t, but I had fantasized about it enough times to say the words automatically. I counted each swat. They seemed to get harder as her body began to become covered with sweat. A couple of times she had to wait for me to stop crying or get my breath, but finally I said, “Twenty-five. Thank you Mistress.”
“I’m hot and sweaty and Staci isn’t here to help me calm down, so you are going to do it for me. I’m going to put myself where you can reach me with a little effort, and then you are going to calm me down by taking me all the way up.”
She came over and squatted slightly in front of me and spread her legs. The height was just about right and by leaning my head upward toward my chest I was able to put my mouth against her in just the right place.
Her juices flooded my mouth and she began moaning and grinding against me. Then, holding her head to the side so that my prick was over her shoulder, she pulled me tightly against her and began to take the weight off her legs. The additional pressure was excruciating but I continued to lap and suck until she moaned loudly and slid down me to land on her knees with her face pressed against my belly and my face pressed against hers.
After a few moments she got up and walked back over to the bench. “I am going to give you a little reward and punishment and then explain the facts of life to you. I think that you are into pain so much that I can bring you off with this.” She held up the dog shocker.
“If you can take five minutes of this, I will give you the best blow job you have ever had. If you cum from the pain, I will belt your ass once for every second short of five minutes. I am going to set my cell phone here where I can see it so I can have an exact time.”
With that she set her cell phone on the ground near my hand and stood back. Suddenly I felt the prongs of the cane touch my belly and a tremendous jolt of electricity burst through me. My muscles tightened way beyond anything I could have done on my own. I cried out. A few seconds later the prongs pressed against my side and again the shock coursed through my body.
Darci slowly circled me as she repeatedly pushed the shocker against my body. I don’t know how much time had elapsed when she said, “Now let’s make it really interesting,” and pressed the prongs against my asshole. I think one of the prongs actually entered me slightly before she pressed the switch. I screamed and begged for her to stop. Then she moved the prongs upward and onto the base of my ball sack. “No, no, no,” I screamed, but she just laughed and pulled the trigger.
One of the small tanks actually came up off the ground as I thrashed and twisted. She pressed the trigger switch a second time and I screamed again, but this time as I screamed and thrashed, I also came. I would not have believed I could ejaculate just from the pain, but the orgasm was one of the most intense I had ever experienced.
“Three minutes and fifty-two seconds,” announced Darci. That means we finish up with 68 from my cowgirl special. And you are going to count everyone of them and thank me every time.”
She walked back over to the bench, set the shocker and her cell phone down, and came back with the belt. Swack! “One, thank you mistress.” Swack! “Two, thank you mistress.” Swack! “Three, thank you mistress.” The pain was much more intense now that I had cum. The sexual high was decreased and the pain was just pain.... excruciating, terrible pain. Finally I was able to sob out,“Sixty-eight, thank you mistress.”
Darci then put the belt away and walked back over to me. She squatted before me with her legs spread wide so that I was staring directly into her glistening pussy. “This is the facts of life, Mr. Trespasser. You are trespassing on my land. The sheriff has your licence number and can verify that you are here illegally. If I turn you in to him, you will get at least thirty days and I will make sure that all of the other prisoners know that you like kinky sex.”
“Or,” she continued, “you can put yourself on the mercy of the sisters for the rest of the weekend and we will call it even.” She went over to where I had neatly folded my clothing and extracted my wallet and keys and put them on the bench. “I will keep your clothing safe and clean for you. If you want to leave, you can probably wade or swim back to your car, though swimming in flood waters can be downright dangerous.”
Marci will be home late tonight. I will send her up here first thing in the morning. If you and your car are gone, we call the sherif. If you are kneeling right there in front of the door with you head to the ground and your hands extended backward to your feet, Marci will know that you have accepted my terms.
Darci then went over to the small tanks and opened the emergency drain vales just a little so that water began to slowly flow out.
“Looks like you have a few hours to think about it.”
With that Darci used my shirt to wipe herself down and then she sat on the bench and slowly dressed herself. As she opened the door to leave she looked back over her shoulder and said, “I guess I should warn you, Marci isn’t like me. She likes to inflict sex, not pain,... and she will be bringing her best strap-on.”
End Chapter Three
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