Desert Chronicles · Bound 2 · Part 5

Desert Chronicles · Bound 2 · Part 5 (5/5)
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Greg cranked the rig a few times and her toes lost contact with the ground. Greg called Don over to the crank, explained it to him. Getting her off the ground was adequate for what was coming but normally her feet were about three more inches higher. He pointed out that her legs and the ropes holding her ankles were not straight so she wasn’t as tight as she could be. Raising her up the next three inches just got things tight. Past that she could go up about another two inches and the ropes on her ankles would be a straight line from her hips to where they tied to the ground. After that any more cranking only started to stretch her apart. The tighter she was the tighter her muscles were and the more the whipping hurt. The looser she was the more she could dodge and squirm, which was nice in its own way. He backed away from the crank and told Don it was up to him.

Nel watched him as he took one quick look over at Nel suspended a few yards away, then he started cranking. She came up the three inches and he kept going. The slack came out of her legs and now she was stretched tight, all four limbs a straight line with the ropes holding them to their anchor points. She expected that to be it but Don kept going. It almost immediately got harder to crank – it was no longer lifting it, it was stretching her, starting to tear her apart. Nel guessed she really went a bit too far with her words earlier and well, she guessed Don had a limit. She could only wait as she felt the ropes and suspension cuffs stretch her. Being whipped while stretched this tightly would be pure agony.

But she liked it that way, didn’t she? Her pussy was dripping and the whip around her neck felt heavy, ominous. They had agreed she’d go through an hour of whatever the other two decided to hand out to her. It looked like clothes were going to be no fun for the next few days and she was due back at work for another eight-hour shift in the morning.

Greg came up to her to get the whip. She tensed, sometimes he just removed the whip, sometimes he pulled on the ends until the loop around her neck cut off her breathing. She’d struggle, helpless, knowing there was no way he was going to kill her but he could keep her airway cut off as long as he wanted, to the point she passed out once. He didn’t this time, just uncurled it from her neck and walked the needed distance away from her to use it.

Greg gave a little class to Don with it, showing him how to make the well-known cracking sound off to the side of Nel, then started showing his friend how to use it. You could just lay it across a target facing you, or go wide and strike an area on the side facing away, or even wrap it around her. All those strikes were gentle and Nel jumped but it didn’t seem to be hurting her or leaving marks.

And then he showed how to hit hard, to jerk back at the last second to make it bite harder. Nel took the first two with grunts, then one across her breasts from behind her got her yelling and shaking. Greg followed up with another real strike to her bare exposed butt that left a red line Don could see and made Nel scream. He gave her a chance to breathe after the follow-up, but from there on out it was real; Nel shifting and trying the best she could to shy away when the whip whistled and screaming or yelling when it struck, now almost always leaving a mark. Greg played it all over her trunk and once up between her legs that she especially did not like. By the time he stopped after about eight strikes Nel was just hanging in a daze and quietly crying except to scream and wail after each new strike.

Greg stopped where he stood in front of Nel and held the whip out to Don while Nel watched warily from where her aching body hung. Don really didn’t want to have any part of doing that to his friend, but while they were waiting for Greg at the mall she had insisted he promise that if they did whip her he would use the whip on her ten times, five of them as hard as he could. He had asked her if she was crazy, but she just shrugged and said he needed to understand how much that thought turned her on. He had given her his word and he hated to break his word, and Nel, despite how she looked now, back then knew what she was getting into and egged him on to give the promise, so… As he took the whip he heard a quiet sob escape from the helpless naked woman in front of him.

“Here, let's make it a little more interesting.” Greg offered after Don took the whip. He walked over to the come-along and lowered Nel until her feet were firmly on the ground then disconnected her ankles. She could now stand and even move around a little. Greg moved out of the way. “Go ahead. Aim for her belly button or her butt until you get the feel of it.”

The first three strikes were almost useless. The fourth one Don pulled and got a yell from Nel and a scrabbling away from where the whip had already landed. She had nice, tangerine-sized breasts that she almost always covered up in school with boring t-shirts. Don aimed stroke 5 at them, it went low on her stomach but strike six was right on target and she cried and shook for the better part of a minute before she got her breathing under control. The next she shied away from but he landed anyway across her bottom from in front of her. And Don was done; he couldn’t hurt her anymore. He had no idea why Greg did this and worlds less why Nel let him. The last three strikes were on her back and light; she flinched but didn’t do much more. He handed the whip back to Greg.

Nel watched him and it looked like he was done, but he suddenly whirled and the whip wrapped itself around her waist before she could really react and she was screaming and shaking uncontrollably again. After a minute or two it ceded to quiet crying, hanging limp by her wrists, knees bent, unmoving, waiting for the next blow. She had hoped it was over but he could and easily would keep going until she was just a mindless throb of pain. He had done it before. Begging would only get her gagged and she couldn’t get away. Nothing to do but wait for more pain. She hung there, full of dread, eyes too tired to open, listening for the sound of the whip in the air.

It didn’t come. Instead the line on her wrists loosened, lowering her until her knees were on the ground. She felt the shadows, looked up to see Don and Greg in front of her. As she watched, Don pulled down his shorts showing her a rock-hard cock.

“Suck it good, slave.” Greg commanded. “If it’s not the best blow job Don has ever gotten I will string you back up again and whip you some more. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” Nel barely mumbled, almost lunging for the cock presented before her. She ached terribly but anything was better than being whipped more. Arms still strung up above her, she went to work.

Suddenly, about halfway through, Don stopped and backed away. No, Nel thought with terror, what had she done wrong? She braced herself to feel herself being pulled back up into the air, knowing what that would mean. But why? She had been giving it everything she had!

Instead the clips on her wrists were released and she fell on her back to the ground. Inward she was almost shaking with relief. She knew what that meant. It was over. No more whippings. She had made it. If it followed the expected path Don might or might not have sex with her, but she realized as he moved between her legs that this was why he stopped her early. It hurt a little where the whip marks touched the ground, but both of them were welcome to her body instead of inflicting more pain on it. Welcome indeed.

Don did finish himself inside of her. Instead of taking his own turn Greg started immediately into the aftercare. He helped her drink a bottle of water along with two strong painkillers, and then started in with the balm on the whip marks on her front. It hurt at first as always but the analgesic worked fast as it always did and soon the front of her was warm but no longer screaming in pain. He had her roll over, never any fun and the dirt stuck to where the balm had been applied, but it meant Greg would make the rest of the fires on her body go out so she gingerly and with only a little whimpering did it. The balm worked as well on her back as it did her front and the pain pills were beginning to kick in.

When it was done she sat up, a little gingerly at first and then she shrugged it off. She stood, a little shaky for the first few seconds, then she was fine. She leaned over to Greg, gave him a passionate kiss. To Don it almost seemed like a ritual sort of thing, and he was surprised when Nel after a few seconds walked over to him and did the same. She took a step back. “Have I been pleasing to you this afternoon, masters?” She asked quietly but strongly.

“Yes, entirely pleasing.” Greg responded. This all still seemed to Don like a script. But he nodded as well; it had been one hell of a show.

“A slave girl is happy that she has pleased her masters.” Nel knelt down where she stood with her back straight up and knees open, hands palm up on her thighs. Don stopped for a second to look at it; he had heard of the slave girl position, of course, but had never seen anyone actually do it and never in a million years dreamed the one to do it in front of him would be a naked Nel. She stayed in that position on the ground unmoving, starting straight ahead and taking no notice at all as Greg and Done took down the rig and cleaned the area of their presence, until Greg came to her and told the slave girl it was time to go.

Nel was a little tentative climbing into the car seat but managed without a lot of difficulty; Don figured the pain pills were in. She looked a mess with all those red marks on her chest and breasts, and her back when it could be seen wasn’t any better, but she seemed to be alright. Or at least familiar with the situation.

They stopped at the corner where Nel’s clothes were, the truck again hidden from the freeway a short distance away. Don walked over and retrieved the bag while Nel gingerly climbed out of the truck and waited. She donned her t-shirt and shorts with only a little bit of effort and presented herself to Don for inspection. He confirmed none of the marks they had inflicted over the last few hours were visible in what she wore. They both got back in the truck and they left the area behind.

Dusk turned to darkness as they passed the city limits. Nel asked the two if they could go to a sports bar in town, she said she wasn’t ready to go home quite yet and would enjoy a drink or two. Don looked at Greg with a look that said “Well, I guess she’s not hurting quite as bad as we thought” as he shrugged and Greg changed destinations.

The bar was quiet but almost full; there was a basketball and a hockey game on the screens but nothing really big. They got a table near the back corner as Nel requested, Nel in the middle of the u-shaped table with the other two on either side.

They settled in. Greg said he’d stay clear after the first drink so that he could still drive, Don was welcome to drink as much as he wanted. Nel had announced on the way in she wanted to start with a rum and coke.

They ordered food along with the drinks; they might as well get dinner while they were there. The talk was light and about casual things. Don alternated with regular soda but Nel kept up the rum and cokes. She was feeling really good and got giggly as the alcohol hit her.

Greg shrugged as he explained to Don when Nel had to run out to the ladies’ room. “Nel is generally a quiet drunk, but if she’s happy or turned on she gets like this, giggles a lot and is way too adventurous.” Don just shrugged; yet another side of Nel he had never seen or imagined.

The dishes from dinner were cleared away before Nel returned. she seemed as she had been the whole meal, like her normal self. Giggly and a lot spicier; normally the words that best described her were “quiet” and “thoughtful”, but she was having a good time right now.

One of the waitresses walked by in her uniform – a black low cut tank top, denim shorts and cowboy boots. Nel got a gleam in her eye.

“Greg baby, go get me one of those tank tops.” You could tell she was drunk, but she was serious. “This is such a bummer. I’m soooo drunk, I’ve got my two favorite guys all to myself, and I can’t tease you two worth a damn in this.” She indicated her t-shirt with disdain.

She looked at Don and then at Greg, who wasn’t moving. After a second, Greg answered uncomfortably. “Ok, but we were just out at the canyon. Some of the stuff we did will show in one of those tank tops.” It wasn’t a lack of wanting to; Greg had wanted to get her into a tight one of them for a long time.

Nel looked over at Don for support, saw none. She sighed. “Ok, I’ll sweeten the pot, baby. You go get me the top and I’ll change into it right here at the table. I’ll be topless for about five seconds for the whole place to see.” She nuzzled up to Greg. “I *know* you’d like that!” Don couldn’t believe his ears. Damn she was a different woman when she got lit.

Greg looked alarmed. “No, baby, that wouldn’t be a good idea. People would see your chest and call the cops on us, don’t you think?” Good phrasing on his part, Don thought. Anyone overhearing, and it seemed from time to time that the guy in the next booth sitting adjacent to Greg was listening in, would think they were just talking about her being topless and not the grid of red marks Don knew were hiding under that t-shirt.

She grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, raided it up a few inches. Several welts were visible to Greg and Don but the table hid them from everyone else. But if she raised the shirt an inch or two higher, there would be problems. “Maybe I’ll just pull this off and sit here topless until you get me one of their tank tops to wear.”

“No, no baby,” Greg said as he grabbed her nearest hand and Don did the same. They both pried her hands off of her shirt, which thankfully fell down to a safe length, then pulled her hands in theirs back on the table.

Nel leaned back and closed her eyes. “Ooh, you’ve got both of my hands. You could do anything you wanted to me with your other hands.”

“Yes, but we’re not going to.” Greg warned her. “Maybe when we get back to your place.”

Nel got a pout on her face. “You two are no fun.” She stopped for a second, got a gleam. “OK. If you won’t let me do that, then let’s play hands up, with both of you.” Greg gave a start. “It’s either that or I take my shirt off and wait for you to get me the bar’s tank.”

“Here?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“What are you two talking about?” Don finally blurted out.

Before Greg could answer Nel cut him off with a smile. “It’s a game Greg and I sometimes play at restaurants, but this time I’m going to do it to you both. I go under the table and give you a blow job. You have to keep your hands on the table. If your hands leave the table, especially to touch me, I can stop and I don’t have to continue. I can leave you high and dry and aching. Your job is to keep your hands on the table. My job is to be so good going down on you that you can’t help yourself.” She looked at Don with a shit-eating grin. “And don’t you doubt for a second I will stop dead and refuse to do a thing about it at least until we get home.” She smiled at them both.

Don froze a little bit; it looked like the guy on the other side of Greg had frozen as well and was listening intently. Nel continued, oblivious. “And you can’t order a slave girl to keep going if you do, a slave girl will refuse because it’s a game and her masters are not playing the game right. She knows she could be spanked for disobeying, but after this afternoon she really doubts that won’t happen tonight, and by the time it could, a little slave girl will not be your little slave girl, so she wouldn’t get spanked. So she could say no with absolutely no risk.” The guy at the other table looked like he was trembling.

Don just couldn’t say anything to stop the train that was wrecking in front of his eyes.

Nel went on. “I know blow jobs are supposed to be given at least topless, but I think the two of you can excuse me from that for tonight. Now, you two,” she extracted her hands from theirs. “Which one shall it be?” She again grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt.

Greg panicked for a second, then took action. “Playing the game will be fine, baby. We’re in the back of the restaurant and nobody should see. Have fun but you know I’m going to win.”

She reached up and caressed both of their faces in sequence. “Not if I can help it, baby. But be a dear and order me a mudslide to drink. If people see anything white and gooey on my face they’ll think I’m just getting sloppy drinking.” She giggled and then as Don watched she slid under their table.

Don was first. Greg couldn’t see anything specific through the table, but Don suddenly got a startled look as Nep was no doubt unzipping his pants. A few seconds later his hands tightened around his glass and the game was on. The bar was loud enough so there was absolutely no worry that any noises Nel made might be overheard. Greg just watched his best friend go to pieces as his girlfriend worked him over under the table. Twice his hands started for under the table but he, with a warning from Greg, managed to keep them on top.

The waitress came by to take their refill order. She didn’t see Nel and must have assumed Nel had gone to the bathroom. Nel could hear her and probably see her legs standing at the side of the table and was absolutely merciless to Don, trying extra hard to make him gasp or act out in some way. To Greg he looked like he was about to break out in a sweat and had a death grip on his glass. Besides some uncomfortable shifting around he managed.

Then Don scrunched up his face and gave out a quiet moan and Greg had no doubt what was happening. After ten seconds or so Don had regained his composure and the table was again peaceful. Greg heard Nel whisper from under the table if it was safe, and looking around and seeing no one told her it was. A few seconds later Nel squeezed back into her seat. Her hair was an absolute mess, everywhere, but she had a smile on her face and otherwise looked perfect as she retrieved a brush and fixed it.

Their drinks arrived as she finished. Nel took a drink from her mudslide then with a devilish grim asked Don to look at her. She stuck out her tongue and there was a small ball of something white and creamy on top of it. Don’s face went a little white as Nel giggled, closed her mouth and made a big deal of swallowing. Then she broke out laughing at Don’s reaction and patted him reassuringly on the hand as she told him it was from the drink; she swallowed anything else like that that might have recently been in her mouth at the time it arrived. Don noticed the guy at the table behind Greg flinch at that; apparently he had been listening.

They drank and talked for a few minutes, then with a sigh Nel admitted she was zero for one, but with a big smile she announced she was going to win this one; she knew just how to make Greg crack. And with a look around again she slid under the table.

It was Greg’s turn for the funny face and grabbing his drink hard. Don got a little satisfaction out of that; Nel was good and it wasn’t just him. Nel seemed to be playing Greg under the table, running him hot and cold, trying to get him to break and put his hands under the table. He too had a death grip on his drink but don could see it was a strain.

The party at the table behind Greg got up and left. The guy who had been listening in gave them both a hard look as he left. And then a few minutes later things went completely off the rails.

The young man was back. He apologized for possibly being rude, and if he was he would leave and they’d never see him again, but he had overheard about their game and wanted to know if he could play too.

They were both taken aback at the request, but at least he wasn’t being a jerk about it or trying to force his way in. Greg shrugged, called quietly under the table. “Nel, there’s a friend who wants to play too. Do you mind if he joins the game?”

The silence was deafening for a few seconds. Then in a quiet moment in the bar all three could hear her answer. “Sure. The more the merrier. But only him, and nobody else. Bring it on. Make sure he understands the rules.”

Greg zipped up and scooted out of the booth as Nel slid to the far side to make room. His name was Otto and he wound up sitting with Greg to the outside so that Nel could stay hidden under the table. He was a college student visiting family here while in school over in the next state. He’d been out with some old friends and it was hard but he was just in the right place, with apologies, to overhear their conversation, and Nel was so beautiful, and well… His speech suddenly cut off; Greg could see under the table Nel’s hands unzipping his shorts.

He didn’t seem to be as ready for it as he should be because he jumped pretty hard as Nel pulled his shorts open wide enough to expose his member and his balls. He wasn’t anything to write home about, Greg noted, but neither was he anything to be ashamed of. Then all he could see was the side of Nel’s head and her hair as she bobbed up and down on Otto’s member.

Otto handled it less well than the other two, probably Don thought because he hadn’t had a chance to fuck and come in someone earlier that evening like Don and Greg had. He was bouncing all over the booth, every once in a while letting out a gasp or a moan, but managing to hold still when someone walked by. At one point his hands were on the edge of the table and he was fighting it but he resisted and grabbed his drink. If you knew to watch you could see him thrusting his hips as he must have been spurting into Nel’s mouth. Evidently he had a full load, Greg thought, he did it about seven or eight times. It would be a lot, but he figured Nel could handle it.

After a few seconds that Otto was just dazed where he sat, Nel zipped him back up, gave his package a little pat, then climbed back up into the booth between him and Don. Their eyes met for the first time and it was kind of funny, after what had just happened seeing what the other looked like up close. Otto was still speechless but Nel was still drunk and still happy.

“Thank you, that was fun. My name is Nel, by the way,” with a shit-eating grin she offered him her hand and he shook it. “In case you didn’t know, I’m really drunk and am going to be horrified at what I just did once I get sober again, but I wanted to and I had fun. I take it you did too.” She smiled and Otto nodded. “I’m drunk enough that I’m sorry but I won’t remember much of what happened tonight, including you, so if we pass on the street I probably won’t know it’s you.” She hiccupped. “All in all it’s a fair tradeoff I think because if I were sober I would have never done this in a million years but I’m not and I didn’t. I’d give you a kiss thank you, but…” She looked at him, and based on where her mouth had been the last hour Otto didn’t look thrilled by the idea “I understand. I had a good time and no regrets and I think you did too.”

“I sure did. Thank you, Nel.” They all got out of the booth and left, Otto going his own way. It was decided once they got home that the slave girl had endured a hard afternoon so she got the bed all to herself. Greg and Don slept out in the living room but both of them came into the bedroom at different points in the night and had sex with a quite willing but still semi-drunk and semi-out-of-it Nel.

The next morning the two first saw Nel as she was blasting through to the kitchen. She was wearing only one of Greg’s white t-shirts and her nipples poked straight through and it didn’t come low enough to fully cover the lower parts of her buns, which both males appreciated. She went straight into the kitchen for some orange juice. She seemed to be moving rather well for someone who had gone through what she went through yesterday afternoon and drank as much as she did last night. Don and Greg, who had been quietly talking, both waited quietly wondering if the orange juice would be coming up faster than it went down but Nel made no such actions.

She came back in after a few minutes, apparently handling her recent past much better than either of the other two expected. She sat across from the other two and finished her glass of OJ, listening to them talk. Technically she was still their slave girl until six PM, but she had to be at work in two and a half hours and by the time she got off that all would be over. She asked and they confirmed they probably would come see her for lunch, but she had been through enough. It would just be lunch in the food court.

“Greg.” She finally started, looking over at the two of them, who stopped their own conversation at her words. “I want you to go out to Sherlock’s and bring us back breakfast. Pretty please?”

All Don heard was a request for breakfast, but Greg knew exactly what she was asking. “You know how busy they are at this time of the morning. It’ll take over an hour to get it and get back.” Greg knew she was asking him to leave for an hour so she could be alone with Don.

“It’s just this once.” Nel countered, still not naming the elephant in the room but admitting it was there. “You know I’ve always wondered and now is as good a chance as any.” She paused, not backing down. “You can tell me how I can make it up to you.”

Don was beginning to catch on. Greg sighed, grabbed his car keys, and said he’d be back with the food. Once he left it was just Nel and Don who were looking across the end table at each other.

Nel stood up and moved over toward Don, stripping off the t-shirt as she approached. Greg would doubtless find it there on the carpet where she was leaving it with no signs of either her or Don, but she didn’t think he’d be surprised. This, as long as it happened, was going to be so good!

Don marveled at her body, her almost alabaster skin, her pert breasts still looking good. He remembered her yesterday, tied up leaning over a rock too hot for him to touch, knowing that eventually, as did happen, her strength would fail and she’d pancake those breasts onto the hot rock. Her breasts looked fine, no signs of hurt or damage. Even after the whipping she had been given there was only one light red line running across the bottom of both breasts, she seemed to have recovered well from that as well. She motioned for him to stand up as she stopped right in front of him.

He did and she wrapped her arms around him and started kissing him, hard. After a second he responded. She seemed to like it and this confirmed it to her that he really was a good kisser. She could lose a couple of hours that way and be happy she spent them there. Then she slowly slid down, taking his shorts down as she did, and spent the next few minutes lovingly working over a member that was already getting hard and was completely hard when she was finished. She came back up to look at him.

“Greg will be gone for an hour. I just want you just once. Nobody pretending to be hypnotized, nobody has to do it, I just want you to make love to me.” She patted his package. “It’s nice and hard. I want you to use it on me. I’m with Greg, it’s just this once, but we have this once and I want it. Shall we go?”

Don smiled and took her hand as they headed together for the bedroom.

Desert Chronicles · Bound 2 · Part 5 (5/5)
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