After the gang bang, the little spitfire gets mouthy and receives punishment for it.
Bill set down the camera and snapped off her ball gag. “Are you going to suck cock now, little girl, or are we going to have to punish you?”
What followed was a stream of filthy invective from that jewel-like mouth that would have made a sailor blush. Clearly, her pain and shame at the gang bang had instantly turned to ire and refusal to co-operate with us. Little did she know she was playing into our cruel hands.
“Get the instrument bag,” ordered Bill, snapping the ball gag back in place. “Get the flogger first while Alastair recovers from his fuck and sets up the electronics.”
Harold reached down into a canvas duffel bag and handed Bill a black flogger with a handle the size and shape of a penis connected to a couple of dozen flat leather thongs. Bill handed it to me. “You first,” he said. It looked as though I was being tested again. Fair enough. They needed to see whether I would go along with their favourite sex games. Maybe I needed to as well.
“Nice handle,” I remarked. “Where did you get it?”
“A special order. A friend who makes them,” Bill answered. I nodded my approval. I liked the idea of more and frequent penetrations of the victim’s vagina with whatever turns us on.
I started with her tits. The muffin stared at me with wide, blue eyes as I measured the distance to her full, ripe breasts, now red with the pummelling Alastair had given them. Then I went to it, a full hand-and-wrist delivery of the flogger across her left breast. She yelped in pain behind her gag, and the breast immediately turned a deeper red. Three more lashes and the red had become crimson. The muffin was now crying out desperately behind her gag.
My breath began to come in short gasps more from arousal than the exercise. I could feel my cock begin to stiffen again.
More lashes on her right breast, and then with practiced accuracy, lashes on the upper and lower surfaces of her tits and lashes pulled short and hard across her nipples. Her screams as her sensitive nipples erupted into fiery points of pain were music to my ears. I never realized what a sadistic streak I had in me until I began flogging her. But then, I had never before had the opportunity of flogging a bound, naked girl.
Then I migrated south, flogging her belly and thighs to a deep coral, skirting my ultimate target, her pussy, still dribbling with our semen. I moved around to her left side to give my right arm and hand the correct angle for a good, downward slash on her pussy. She seemed to know what was coming because she began to yell “No no no” behind her gag and to shake her head violently from side to side.
My first lash with the flogger hit square on her exposed pussy mound, the leather thongs extending themselves with a satisfying slap onto her labia. She squealed and moaned, but she didn’t scream and writhe her hips in agony as I expected, so I aimed another blow, harder this time, across her sex. Again, crying and moaning, but no sign of extreme pain.
Bill looked at me. “Let me try something,” he said, holding up a finger for stoppage of the action. By now, I trusted his carnal instinct and experience with previous victims of his punishments. He likely knew the level of pain I needed to inflict and knew how to get it. I also knew he wanted the muffin really hurt so she would co-operate and suck his penis.
He reached into the duffel bag and produced two wide Velcro straps which he proceeded to fasten high up on each of the muffin’s white fleshy thighs. To these he attached two clips each, clips attached to elastic bands with alligator clips on the free end. Then he peeled open her cunt lips with his fingers and clamped each lip with two alligator clips. She screamed as the clamps bit into the tender flesh of her labia. The elastic held the lips wide open, exposing her pee hole, inner cunt lips, and her clitoral hood to the lash.
This time, my well-aimed lash with the flogger on her pussy mound resulted in a satisfying splat on her splayed vulva and a raw scream from her throat. Bill actually laughed at that and proceeded to stroke his cock in anticipation. The other two chuckled along with him and watched as I continued to flog her pussy.
My own cock became fully erect, and my guts roiled with arousal as I watched her twist and scream with each blow of the flogger on her spread cunt lips. The others saw this and nodded to me. I tossed the flogger to Harold, Bill removed the clips on her pussy which caused another scream from behind her gag, and then I mounted her and thrust my rampant cock deep into her pussy without any preliminaries. The flogging of her nubile body and opened cunt had fired my loins, and I pounded my penis into her vagina in a raging blaze of lust.
I mauled her tits, pinched her nipples, kissed her tear-stained cheeks as I screwed my cock around in her cunt, and raised my torso up with locked elbows to observe my cock shaft covered in her sex foam as it pistoned between her spread inner sex lips. Her belly heaved and her cunt hair glistened with sweat as she felt her climax building. I stopped thrusting as she came, holding my penis as far into her vagina as I could push it. Then I began a series of slow withdrawals followed by hard slams of my cock back up her cunt, each producing a muffled grunt from her lips stretched around the gag. Then I sped up as my own climax approached, and I filled her pussy a second time with spurts of creamy white semen.
As I slowed down my thrusting and gradually withdrew my softening penis from her warm, wet vagina, I noticed Harold with a handful of wires and electronic gadgets. As I dismounted from the sweet combat between the muffin’s spread legs, he took my place, opened her pussy lips with professional detachment, and stuck a TENS patch directly across her clitoris.
“Going to give her a jolt?” I asked. He looked up briefly.
“Gives us both a jolt,” he said as he resumed by attaching a wire to the TENS patch, the other end to an electrical box beside him on the bed. “This is an experiment that I hope we will both enjoy. Here,” he said, handing me another TENS patch and bending over, sticking out his own ass. “Put that patch across my asshole and clip this wire onto the electrode.”
His hairy old bum crack was too narrow for the patch, so I stuck it just below his asshole and partly across his scrotum. I handed him the wire, which he plugged into the box.
“I have an estim unit for my cock that produces quite a nice orgasm without any rubbing,” he explained. “I want to see whether I can force her cunt to orgasm without the work of thrusting my penis. The idea is that passing electrical impulses from her clit through her cunt to my cock head and down through my shaft to my ass will get us both off.” With that, he inserted his penis into her vagina and flipped a switch on the box.
Bill was standing off to one side while Alastair filmed the experiment. He shook his head. “Doc really likes to play with his dick and get a better orgasm. Sometimes it even works.” They both laughed.
Meanwhile, Harold was lying still on the muffin’s young body, his cock pushed firmly up into her cunt without thrusting. He rotated the dial on the box, and the muffin began to moan and then yell behind her gag. Her breathing got heavier and faster, and so did Harold’s. She pulled and twisted her wrists and ankles against her bonds.
“It’s working,” he panted. “Oh yes, it’s working. Ah ah ah ah, what a nice hot stiff one.” He started short rhythmic thrusts into the depths of her cunt, and I could see the needle on the meter in the electronics box bouncing higher and higher as the program sent the electric impulses through his penis both faster and more intensely. The muffin’s belly heaved and she began to strain at her ankle and wrist cuffs as her clit sizzled with electricity.
Then suddenly, “Ah ah ah ah ah aaaaaaaahhhhhhrrrrggghhh.” The doctor came in great spurts inside the muffin’s young pussy, and she screamed into her gag and heaved up the bowl of her hips in an intense orgasm.
“Ah ah ah,” Harold panted. “Shut it off, shut it off.” I flipped the main switch and the lights on the front panel died. Harold remained flopped exhausted on the muffin's belly.
Finally, he raised his head. “That was amazing,” he managed.
Bill laughed. “Yeah, Harold. That looked really intense. You think we should try it?” Harold laughed and nodded, then rested his head between the muffin’s ample breasts.
Bill looked at me. “Now that you two have had your fun, Alastair and I want to take the muffin over to the other cabin and punish her until she learns to suck cock. She’s being a real hard ass about it.”
His determined look as he released her ankle restraints told me that the fun wasn't over for the muffin.