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1Trespasser and the Three Sisters
Chapter Five - Darci
By The Technician
BDSM F/f 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 Five - Darci
Caught doing self-bondage in someone else’s barn, a trespassers pays the price to three sisters. Darci and Marci have already had their fun. What would the third day with Staci bring?
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I started trying to swing back and forth as soon as Marci left. I was beginning to think that she had been lying to me when suddenly my hands felt the small cords of my safety release ropes. A few minutes later I was able to grab them tightly as I swung and the valves opened. I had intended this to be a rapid emptying of the tanks if needed, but the smaller pipe Marci had added allowed less than a trickle of water to escape.
It was almost evening before the tanks finally emptied to the point where my body was on the ground and another hour or so before my legs were down low enough for me to pull myself forward and undo the boots. I lay on the muddy ground for several minutes and thought of just going to sleep where I lay, but my hunger and thirst caused me to get up to see what kind of food and drink Marci had left me.
Surprisingly, they were excellent sandwiches and a couple of apples. I didn’t recognize the brand name of the energy drink and I really couldn’t say I liked the odd flavor, but it was liquid and it said it had the electrolytes and minerals I would need after sweating for two days in this barn, so I downed both bottles.
I really was tired and my muscles were sore and my ankles ached from being in suspension so much, but Marci had said that I had to get the tank filled up and once I went to sleep, I probably would not wake up before they arrived in the morning, so I went over to the pump and started pumping.
I was just getting into the rhythm of pumping when water suddenly started flowing onto the floor. I had forgotten to close the main valve to the upper tank. I hurried up to the tank and closed the valve and returned to my labors.
What the rain had filled in just minutes took me well over two hours to do by hand. By the time I could hear water running out of the overflows, the sun was setting. It was starting to turn dark and I was totally exhausted and drenched in sweat. I stumbled over to the empty stall that had been my bed the night before and collapsed into immediate sleep.
I woke with a start with sunlight shining on my face. I didn’t know what time it was, but it was well past dawn. I started toward the door with the intention of kneeling as I had on that first morning, but then I remembered Marci’s instructions that water was supposed to be pouring from the overflows of her daddy’s tank.
I went over to the pump and returned to the rhythm of pumping. As I pulled the handle up and pushed it down I wondered if I could stop and just pump for a while every few minutes, but almost as soon as I stopped pumping, water stopped flowing out the overflows, so I continued my slow steady action at the pump.
It again began to heat up rapidly in the barn, and the combination of heat, humidity, and my constant physical action soon had me slick with sweat. I don’t know how long I had been pumping when finally I heard the sound of the approaching ATV. It was accompanied by another motor noise that sounded like a pickup or large SUV. A few moments later the flash of light of the opening door announced the sisters’ arrival.
Darci spoke, “Well, well, well. You are a good boy, aren’t you, Mr. Trespasser. I want you to meet our sister, Staci.”
Staci stepped forward from behind her sister, Marci. She was a beautiful young woman in her early to mid-twenties. Very petite... almost doll-like. She kept her eyes cast down and just stood there in front of her sisters nervously pulling on the fingers of her hands.
“We’ve been telling Staci all about you, Mr. T.” said Marci. She was all excited, weren’t you Staci?” Staci just looked down at the ground and squirmed. “She wanted to see this hanging rig that you built out of daddy’s milk transport system. Didn’t you Staci?” Staci took a deep breath and looked over at the tanks and then over to me. “She was so interested that Darci and I went out the to shed where the rest of daddy’s junk is stored and got out a couple more of his tanks and modified them just like you did these two. Staci is going to join you later after we all have some other fun together, aren’t you Staci?”
Staci again took a very deep breath. She appeared to be quivering as if in fear, but it was apparent that it was actually sexual arousal. Staci was being totally turned-on by what her sister was saying.
Darci spoke, “Mr Tresspasser, there are two more tanks and hoists and tubing and ropes and all that in the back of the pickup. You go get them and get them set up in here all proper while Marci and I enjoy an early morning dip in the cool water of daddy’s tank up there.”
She then turned to Staci and sharply added, “And you help him, Staci.”
Staci turned toward her sister and Darci added, “We don’t want to get those clothes all dirty, do we Staci?” Staci shook her head in answer. “You know what that means don’t you Staci?”
Staci’s eyes widened as she answered softly, “Yes, ma’am.”
“So what does that mean, Staci? Tell me loud enough so Mr. Trespasser can clearly hear you.”
Staci swallowed hard as if the words were sticking in her throat but then lifted up her head and replied clearly, “You want me naked like the lowly animal that I am while I work to fulfill your wishes. If I please you, you will give me pleasure. If I displease you, you will punish me. In any case, I am yours to do with as you please.”
The measured way in which Staci spoke told me that this was not the first time that she had spoken these same words. Darci and Marci had trained Staci very well. She was theirs body and soul. As she removed her clothing I could see that it was a body well worth owning.
Finally Staci stood naked next to me. Her pale skin contrasted to my tan arms and legs. A light sheen of perspiration was beginning to appear on her body - perhaps from the heat of the barn, perhaps from an inner heat that was obviously warming within her.
“Show him your tattoos, Staci,” instructed Marci.
Staci blushed a bright red and mouthed a soft, “Please, no.”
“Now, Staci!” barked Darci and Staci took a few steps away from me and bend over at the waist. She was surprisingly limber and was able to bend fully down and press her breasts against the front of her legs.
With her in that position I could see everything between her legs. She was shaved totally smooth or the hair had been permanently removed. There were tattoos on each ass cheek that looked like the ear tags that were attached to cattle. On the left cheek the tag had an SSS brand and the words, “Property of Darci.” On the right cheek was a second tag with with the SSS brand and the words, “Property of Marci.” Small tattooed chains ran from the tags toward the center where in the area between Staci’s asshole and cunt was a tattoo that was copper colored and looked like the name tags that hung from show animals during fair time. It said in fancy script lettering, “Slave Slut Staci.”
I could have stood there reading the tattoos and watching the wetness drip from Staci’s swollen cunt for the rest of the morning, but Darci’s hand slapping my ass brought me back to reality as she said, “You two get all that stuff set up while Marci and I cool off. It could be a really hot day in here today,
For her size, Staci was surprisingly strong. She carried one of the tanks into the barn with no strain. She then showed me where a ladder was kept and we added the two hoists to the track system. The pickup had all the tools we needed and within an hour we had a duplicate of my initial system ready to go.
“It’s ready,” I shouted up to the girls in the tank.
“But we aren’t,” Darci replied. “I think we need to come up with something to keep you two busy for a while.”
I heard some splashing as they both got out of the tank and came down from the loft. While Marci went over and dug through her duffle bag, Darci pointed to a dry area in the stall and said, “Both of you over here. I want you on your sides back to back, head to feet, butt to butt. We are going to have a little contest.”
I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant, but both Staci and I lay down. I was on my right side, she was on her left side and we were in sort of a reverse spoon arrangement with our asses pressed together.
“Do you see this little item?” Marci said as she held up a large double-ended dildo about as thick as one of those heavy duty 3-cell flashlights and about half again as long. “I had this especially made by a company in Japan. You wouldn’t believe what it cost. You will believe what it can do, because it is going to be doing it inside you in just a few minutes.”
“Once this is inside both of you, I am going to push the blue button on this remote and it is going to inflate on the ends like a dog’s knot so it can’t come out of you. There are three settings, but since it will be in your ass, not a cunt, I am going to use only the first setting - as long as you behave.”
“Then I am going to press the pink button. That starts a timer for the electrical system. Every ten seconds, it will give you a little shock, just to let you know it is still there. But each time it shocks you, it will step up just slightly so that the next shock is a little stronger than the last one. Staci has had this baby in her cunt a couple of times and she doesn’t start squealing for ten or fifteen minutes so I think it must increase kind of slow.”
“The timer also controls a vibrator that will keep getting stronger and stronger along with the electrical shocks. And if it is on long enough, it will step the inflation up to the next level. Actually, I think there is a level four that the timer can do, but I’ve never left it in anybody long enough to find out.”
“All you have to do to stop this is for both of you to stand up, go over to the bench, and press the stop button on the remote. That would be way too easy, so we are going to add some handcuffs to slow you down a little bit.”
With that Marci grabbed my right hand and cuffed it to Staci’s left and then cuffed my left to Staci’s right.
“You see what you have to do, don’t you? You have to somehow rotate one of you so that your feet are both pointing in the same direction. Then you have to stand up... well at least you have to get on you feet. Once you are up, you have to get to the remote which I am going to leave over there on the bench. The black button shuts everything down. But be real careful which button you press, ‘cause the red buttons on either side of the black button will trigger a burst of the highest level shocks possible. One button is set for one minute. The other is set for five minutes. Darci and I will be back up in the tank cooling off and keeping each other company. We will be watching to see how you are doing. Have fun!”
With that Marci held up the remote we could see it as she pressed the blue and pink buttons. I immediately felt a swelling in my ass. The sound and vibration of a small pump continued for a while and the feeling went from fullness to stretching to pain. If this was the lowest setting, I wasn’t sure I could endure a higher one. Then I felt a very mild electric twitch as the timed pulses began. I could also feel a slight vibration that was continuous.
“You have any ideas how to get turned around,” I asked Staci. Her only answer was a grunt of pain as she adjusted to the monster swelling inside her bowels.
We tried several different things that didn’t work, but did use up time. The pulses were more than twitches now and I could feel my muscles spasm as each burst of electricity went through me. Finally I realized that the only way for us to get turned in the same direction was for one of us to lay face down flat on the ground while the other rotated themselves. The one rotating would have to pass their feet under our arms and then holding their arms over their heads cross our arms between us.
I wasn’t quite sure if we could really do that, but I knew for certain that I couldn’t. My legs were too long. It had to be Staci.
By the time we had agreed on exactly how we were going to do this, the shocks had passed the border of painful. Staci grunted with each pulse and soon I was joining her, but we had to get rotated in order to end this.
Getting into the right position didn’t sound too difficult, but as I rolled over onto my front, dragging Staci over on top of me it felt like the dog knot was going to tear me apart. Evidently it did the same to Staci as she panted, “Wait a minute. Wait a minute” once we had rolled over. Of course, it could have been something else because the vibrations from the dildo were also getting stronger and stronger. I could feel Staci’s juices on my skin so she was obviously getting aroused by this treatment.
After a short pause during which time we both received several increasingly painful shocks, I felt Staci begin to pull her legs up and start to rotate. Probably because she was tensing her muscles to move while I was trying to relax my muscles for more flexibility, the dildo rotated with her, turning like an axle in my rectum. I suddenly laughed as I thought that except for the painful shocks, the almost unbearable vibration, and the painfully awkward position, it wasn’t all that bad a sensation. Staci asked what I was laughing at and I told her I would explain it to her sometime after we had gotten out of this.
Staci had rotated almost all of the way around when suddenly I heard and felt the pump kick it. “No, no,” she shouted and stopped.
“Keep going, keep going,” I cried. Finish before it gets too big.
Luckily she was able to complete the rotation before the pump had increased the knot very much because I don’t think she could have turned once it was enlarged. I felt like it was tearing me apart. I don’t know how Staci, who was much smaller than me, could stand it.
We were now on our side, back to back and ass to ass, but with our feet facing in the same direction. The only problem is that we were both bent over severely at the waist to keep our assholes aligned with the monster that held us together. We tried for several minutes to get up to our feet, but it just wasn’t possible. I really can’t tell you how we did it, but spurred on by the ever more painful jolts to our insides, we finally found ourselves standing on our feet.
Actually standing is an overstatement. We were on our feet bowed down impaled by a large, vibrating, thunderbolt. Each shock caused our legs to twitch and threatened to topple us. We crab walked over to the bench seeking to end our torment, but getting there was only half of it. We now had to press the black button on the remote.
I heard a soft voice from above say, “This should be interesting” as both Staci and I tried without success to grab - or even touch the remote. With our arms tangled behind us it was impossible to do. I tried to bend over far enough to push the button with my nose, but I couldn’t bend far enough. We turned around and Staci also tried, but again she failed.
“We have to get down on our knees,” suggested Staci. Then she added, “I have the smallest nose, so I should be the one to push the button.” It took a few moments, but we finally were able to get to our knees with my legs outside Staci’s. We shuffled around a little and finally Staci said, “I’ve got it.”
I felt her bend down further and suddenly all hell broke loose inside me. It was like lightning bolts blasting away. I could feel sparks jump between my ass cheeks and Staci’s. She was screaming and I was yelling and from above I could hear Darci and Marci applauding.
I don’t know if it was the one minute red button or the five minute red button, but it seemed to go on forever. Finally it stopped. I felt Staci bend again and then I heard her say, “I can’t. What if I miss again. I can’t. You do it.”
That meant several more minutes of scooting around to get me in position, during which time the shocks became even more intense. Finally I was in position and I understood Staci’s problem. I couldn’t just push my nose against the remote. I would have to bounce downward in order to reach it and I would have to be exactly aligned when I began my bounce. I made a practice bounce and hesitated not sure of whether or not I could hit the black button, but then I heard that damn pump start up again. I bounced downward and hit the remote with my nose.
There was no painful burst of punishment. Instead the vibration stopped. The pulses stopped. And the pump changed tone as it switched from inflation to deflation.
Staci began crying as the dildo’s dog knots finally totally deflated and she was able to pull forward off of that instrument of torture. I straightened up and felt it slide from my body by it’s own weight.
As we struggled to our feet, Marci and Darci came down from the loft and Marci unlocked the cuffs from our wrists. “Darci didn’t think you could do it,” said Marci. She was even willing to make a little bet with me that I will collect on later, but right now we have a couple more things to do before we go.”
“What do you think, Darci? We should only need about 200 gallons of water in the main tank for what we want to do, right?”
Darci shook her head and then went over to the drain valve on the main tank and opened it. The tubing which I had set up to lead the water into the tanks was not in place, so the water just poured onto the barn floor, turning it into a sea of mud. When the tank guage read 200, Darci closed the valves and inserted the tubing into the tops of the four tanks.
“Staci, you made a mistake and hit the red button, didn’t you?” asked Marci.
Staci’s eyes widened in fear as she meekly nodded her head.
“You deserve to be punished, don’t you?” added Darci.
Staci again nodded.
“Since your mistake hurt Mr. T, here, he is the one who is going to punish you. I want you to go lay face down in that big puddle of mud over there and spread your legs. Mr. Trespasser is going to fuck you in the ass while you lie in the mud like the useless pig that you are.”
Staci looked at me and then at her sisters and then walked over to the large area of mud, knelt down and slowly lowered herself into the mire.
“Well what are you waiting for,” barked Marci and I followed Staci over to the mud puddle.
I was rock hard and Staci was stretched and ready from the dildo we had both endured. She began to wail as I thrust myself into her. It was not a cry of pain, but of intense pleasure. She ground herself into the mud below her as I continued driving into her ass. Finally she was keening a high pitch sound of orgasm and thrashing beneath me nearly out of her mind. I exploded within her with all of the sexual tension and energy which had been building up in me over the past three days.
I was still laying on top of her when Darci walked over in front of us and spoke. “We need to eventually have an heir to take over the farm and have been looking for a stud to service Staci. If the whelp is strong, he or she will eventually run the business. If not, well, Staci can always use some company when Marci and I want to play with her.”
“I am proposing a marriage and business arrangement to you Mr. Trespasser. One week from today, you marry Staci right here in this barn. I own a couple of the justices in this county and one of them would be more than happy to make it official. You become our brother-in-law and hired hand. You get to fuck Staci regularly. Hell, you might even get a shot at Marci and me once in a while. In return you and Staci let Marci and I play with you at least once a month. It is what anyone would call a ‘win-win’ situation.”
“If you agree, then what I want you to do is to come over here and lay down with your head up next to Marci’s. I want you to be able to look each other in the eye as I do to you what you just did to her.”
My mind was again screaming, “Get the hell out of here,” but my body acted on its own. I pulled out of Staci and walked around above her and lowered myself into the mud. As I felt Darci kneel astride me, I looked into Staci’s eyes and said, “Will you marry me?”
She responded by grabbing my head and forcing her tongue into my mouth just as her sister forced her strapon into my ass. As Darci continued thrusting, I found myself pushing back to meet her just as Staci had pushed back to meet me. Eventually, Darci collapsed on top of me and lay there breathing heavily for several minutes.
“Come over here,” I heard Marci say. She was standing next to the suspension systems and had moved the two systems together on the tracks. “I think we will let you two hang around for a while down here while Darci and I go back up to the house and make some arrangements. Once you are finished hanging around, you and Staci can walk up to your car and she will direct you up to the house so we can finalize all details.”
Staci and I both lay down on the ground again - this time on our backs, and Darci and Marci attached the boots and cuffs to the chains of the hoists. Marci then opened the tank valve and the small tanks filled and Staci and I were raised up into the air so that we were facing each other.
“See you about nightfall,” said Darci. “Clean yourself up a little before you come up to the house. I don’t want mud all over everything.”
Darci then went over to the bench and started getting dressed. After she was dressed, she picked up Staci’s clothes and my clothes. “You won’t need these for a while,” she said as she put them in her duffle bag.
End of Chapter Five:
Epilogue:
The wedding was everything I was afraid it might be. We stood face to face while everyone swatted our asses with belts. Then the bride was forced to give blow jobs all around, and the groom ate out every pussy in the place and assisted the bride on seconds. After the guests had left, Darci, Marci, Staci and I “consummated” the marriage with a four way sandwich. Marci fucked Staci’s ass while I fucked her cunt and Darci fucked my ass. Then they left us alone in the barn chained together for the our wedding night.
The next day they took me to a tattoo parlor in a large town a couple of counties away. The owner closed the shop, but let most of his regulars watch as he tattooed the “ear tags” on my right and left butt cheeks. I didn’t know that I was going to be on public display while he worked and I might have not gone through with it except that Darci already had me naked and strapped down before I realized there was going to be an audience. I was really embarrassed about the fact that my body hair had been removed. For now it was with a cream, but Darci said a more permanent removal would be done later. In any case, I was as naked and hairless and embarrassed as I had been at age nine back in my cousin’s barn.
The tats on my ass cheeks weren’t too bad, but the name tag between my asshole and scrotum hurt like hell. I asked Darci what it said and she just laughed and said that she hadn’t been in a position to read it. It wasn’t until we were back home that I again asked Staci to tell me what it said. I had to bend way over just like she had done that day so she could read it to me.
“The sides,” she began, “are just like mine. They have an SST brand and say ‘Property of Darci’ and Property of Marci.’”
“But what does the name tag say?” I asked.
“It says,” Staci answered with a smile, “Slut Stud Trespasser.”
THE END.
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