A Fun Excursion
Spending a Day With Master.
Second Day.
Waking up to Master wielding a whip made my day start with dread. I was instructed to kneel on all fours, waiting for the whip to connect with my back and ass. The first hit always hurt the most, while the later ones pleased me. Every whip stroke caused my pussy to secrete juices. I longed to beg for Master to let me cum, but that was forbidden. The consequences would be severe.
Later on, my back and ass were marked with fiery red welts, making dressing challenging for the following days. Avoiding washing myself was an unbearable decision, but it was necessary to refresh my torment. Master's agenda had something different planned.
With a mildly warm day, he thought it would be entertaining to take a walk outside. He grabbed a backpack filled with ropes, his preferred whip, and his police handcuffs. One of his favorite activities was to find a secluded spot with a decent view of onlookers. He enjoyed watching them eager to see more.
Master dictated that my hair be tied into ponytails, while my outfit consisted of just a long cardigan and training footwear. Long knitted socks were also required despite my issue with exposing my wet feet. Armed with an umbrella, we set out with a light drizzle. The rain provided a delightful challenge. Master might force me to walk through the mud puddles, my naked body covered in mud, generating excitement, yet also humiliation.
The journey took us approximately 2.5 kilometers to our chosen spot, a ring of trees with a small gap leading to a clearing holding three trees. Master preferred the tree to the left. We had previously agreed upon a set of rules for this particular walk. I would undress at the entrance and kneel at 'position 1', waiting patiently until he returned.
After setting up the ropes on the designated tree, he motioned me inside. I was forced to crawl forward to reach the tree, but the rope that encircled my collar and both arms was loosened, allowing Master to control my arms' movement with the knots. Leaving his handcuffs on the bag, he offered a mysterious grin.
"Now, slave. I'm going back to the house, and will return shortly."
I understood that I had limited chances of escaping. Considering his age, Master was always cautious to ensure my safety. However, my imagination filled me with doubt as I envisioned a loud thud and a groan emanating from inside the wooded area.
An unfamiliar male voice entered my mind, forcing it into panic. Was Master all right? Where was he? Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of Master's bleeding head being escorted into the clearing by a group of eight people. They hurried to the tree, leaving me tied up, unable to move.
I grabbed the rope frantically, unsuccessfully trying to escape. The knots were reinforced to prevent me from freeing myself. Struggling and thinking about the knife hiding under the tree, my mind raced.
The invaders had no valuables to steal, only finding a bundle of BDSM toys discarded on the ground. What could they want from us? Master's calm smile assured me I had to cooperate. He silently conveyed his confidence that we would survive this encounter.
I loosened up and started searching for clues, items to present to the police. Remembering everyone's descriptions meticulously. The tallest one walked toward me wearing a smirk on his face. This guy was frightening and caused chills down my spine. I tried to step back, but he grabbed a handful of my hair, tightening it because of its length. I gasped in shock as the pain in my head heightened with his firm grasp. He lifted my head to meet his eyes. "We're going to have a grand time with you today." My stomach was churning, realizing now what they meant.
A flicker of familiarity crossed my mind while staring into Alex's face. "Dammit, stress-induced brain fog."
I glanced at Master, noticing his blood had dried now, and he leaned against a tree. They had taken his handcuffs to ensure he didn't escape. When I looked back, Master gave me a loving smile, which made my fear less overwhelming. I informed him of my terrified thoughts, only to be dragged backward by my stainless steel collar.
Not being able to breathe caused by the collar's pressure, I coughed violently. "You assholes, no need for that!" Master shouted forcefully at the group, urging them to double-check his restraints.
Instead of going near Master, they focused on me. Their smug expressions turned amused. The youngest one pinched my breast so hard I knew it would be bruised. Keeping quiet, I hoped not to worsen our situation. "James, you enjoying a bit of tits, eh? More fun to come!" Alex stated, seizing the other breast and pulling me up forcefully, causing me to fear being dragged across the forest floor. My knee hit a stone and the pain startled me out of my shock since witnessing Master. I pulled myself up and glared at them all. I was aware of my anger shining in my eyes. I would not let them see my fear - even if it cost me.
Alex looked at my furious face and took a step back, but his cock grew in his pants. I wanted to escape but remained in place, aware of the weakeness a show of fear would create.
He grabbed my arm and threw me onto the ground. The ropes tangled my arms above my head, leaving me at their mercy.
I stared at Alex, noticing the sinister glee on his face. He would defile and hurt me if he could. I stubbornly refused to react, hoping I would remain strong for Master.
As the rainfall increased, Alex forced himself into my wet pussy. I couldn't suppress the moan that escaped as he thrust deeper and harder, causing pain. Despite the pain, my body resigned itself to his violations. The moan that followed was no longer from agony but lust; I flushed bright red with my body's reaction to my own rape.
Digging out of myself as Alex extracted himself, I thought the assault was over. However, he merely turned me over, smashing my face into the mud. I could barely raise my nose above the watery surface to breathe when he shoved his erection into my backside. Recognizing my plight, he positioned a hand on my head and forced it into the mud again. Struggling for air, I struggled to kick out and knock him off, failing until he released me. Finally, I could clear the mud from my airways, eliciting laughter from the group. When I opened my eyes, they were blinded by the caked mud, rendering my arms and legs useless. Despite being crippled, I tried to refrain from reacting rashly.
"Didn't you like that, you slut?" Alex bragged with a cocky grin on his face. His smugness was evident as he basked in the aftermath of what he considered a win. I refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, and instead immersed myself in the rain that was washed the mud away, revealing his victorious smirk.
The idea of being raped had always intrigued me, and I'd often pondered the curiosity of being subjected to someone's desires without a care for my own feelings. But now that it was happening, it didn't seem so appealing. I chose to accept whatever happened and focus on my Master, knowing that he was my center of strength.
"Who wants her next?" Alex asked as he got up, not even noticing how difficult it was for Master to move due to the restraints holding him.
"Leave her alone," Master pleaded. "You've already gotten what you wanted."
"Not even close!" David disagreed. "We all want to fuck her!"
A moment later, David stood in front of me, his cock pressed against my lips. "If you bite me, your Master pays the price," he warned.
I nodded and allowed him to force himself into my throat, causing me to gag. The tension between my legs loosened, and someone took advantage by forcefully sliding their tongue against my clit. I bucked forward due to the pleasure, and then my nipples were bitten. I was overwhelmed with emotions - disappointment, fear, and a hint of pleasure.
Annette tried to switch positions with Yvonne, who had been taking turns using the whip she found in Master's bag on my tits. Yvonne eagerly took the opportunity to tease my pussy by shoving the whip so deep it touched my center. "She's getting wet! Yvonne yelled, delighted with the power she had over me.
I unconsciously bucked my hips in sync with Manny's strokes. Drops of fluid soaked Yvonne's hand as she fucked me. The buildup of adrenaline and mixed emotions made it all blur together as I fought to remain calm.
"I've got something perfect for her," a new intruder announced, holding a thick stick. I was so preoccupied with anticipation that I greedily accepted the dick at my lips without hesitation. The whip was pulled out, and Yvonne satisfied her sadistic desire by stuffing it in my pussy until I felt it up against my center. "She's getting wet!" Yvonne announced with glee. "You like something in every hole."
A whirlwind of emotions overtook me. My body betrayed me and began to enjoy the humiliation, wandering if I'd ever recover from the trauma. Ironically, the pleasure and pain beguiled me and left me unable to control my own actions. Despite this, I climaxed, screaming in pure ecstasy.
Struggling to focus, I noticed another guy had appeared carrying a thick stick. But as he started to enter me, I realized that this was what the rain had prepared my body for. The brutal invasion overwhelmed me, and as I felt his stick splinter inside me, I uttered a pain-filled yelp.
"Well, I have the perfect toy for her," Jeremy stated, intruding on the chaos. I couldn't comprehend the events, but all I could feel was the pleasure and pain. I was unable to control the overwhelming force of my orgasms. The cymbals on my anklet – gifted by Master to signify his ownership – tickled me in a mocking manner.
Mike approached me and placed me in a strange position on the ground before inserting his already-used cock into my broken canal. With each thrust, I trembled, hungering for him to stop. Just as the laughter of the gang turned to glee, my body went slack, and the shock of being used by so many strangers sent me into unconsciousness.
To my relief, Master called my name, and his fearful tone reassured me that we had at least survived.
I had been maimed, my body hurt everywhere, and I had lost my dignity. The only thing left to do was to hold onto my Master, hoping that we could somehow find a path back to normal. The binds vanished, and I fell into his arms, my tears signaling my deep sorrow.
I could tell I had evolved from my former self. My devotion to my Dom was unwavering, forever. I gazed upon the blood on his features and the swelling of his jaw, comprehending that he was, in fact, my noble hero in gleaming armor, and our bond had only grown more intense.
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