Louetta here. This is Boudica Part 08. Everybody mentioned in this story is at least eighteen.
So far in this series I've spent part of the summer working in Amsterdam at a BDSM club with my Dutch female cousins. My goal is to get into video and film work and I wanted to get experience performing in the nude. Just lately I met members of the German BDSM organization Das Erwachen and much admired the women, especially one named Tilly, the prototypical Erwachen girl. She agreed to help me gain membership in Erwachen.
Tilly proposed me as a new member and the top two local Erwachen officials, both men, agreed I would undergo a trial in which they could evaluate my potential as a club member. Tilly informed me privately that the trial would test my ability to endure BDSM challenges, but also to test my sexual willingness. That wasn't a problem, I was willing to do just about anything in order to join Erwachen. In the last chapter I began my trial by being stripped, undergoing some mild torture, and blowing four men I didn't know. Then I was left bound naked under a large four-poster bed on which lay only a king-size mattress covered with a single white sheet. The four corners of the bed were outfitted with bondage cuffs attached to ropes, each in turn attached to winches screwed to the bed, which were used to spreadeagle girls for sex and/or torture. In my case that meant getting a train run on me.
But first I was going to be forced to lie under the bed and listen to another girl suffering the same fate on the bed above me.
It was sometime after one AM. I was determined to go ahead with whatever sexual activity was necessary to get into Erwachen and only wished they'd get on with it. Exactly how many guys were going to do me as a part of this train that they were going to run on me was unknown, but there was supposed to be an Erwachen limit of four guys for intercourse, unless the girl agreed to more, which I would have if they'd asked me. Anyway, I tried to steel myself for the worst. I think I waited there for an hour before suddenly I heard a commotion. From underneath the bed all I could see were feet. As best I could make out there were eight pairs: four male, all shod, and four female, three shod, and one the bare feet belonged to a prisoner the girl who was going to have the train run on her. Like all the Erwachen hopefuls she was young and pretty, with long blond hair, tallish, a bit on the thin side, nice tits, flat tummy, nice ass, long, shapely legs.
I recognized her, a Dutch girl named Lieke, age eighteen, same as me. Her birthday had been the day before, making her legal for Erwachen. She was kind of a street person who had been working at the BDSM club for some time doing odd jobs like cleaning, sewing and running errands, things that an underage girl could legally do. No nudity or bare boobs like the stuff I had been doing. Mostly she slept nights in the bunny dorm. It turns out that the Erwachen guys, admiring her looks, had told her that she could join up as soon as she was legal. It also turns out that they had been telling her that her initiation would be some kind of torture, when in fact, just like with me, the main activity was to fuck her.
In any case, after she finished her shift and, having safely turned eighteen, she took the elevator, just as I had done, up to the third floor where the bondage activities for the paying public went on. She still had on her white uniform from work. There were the same three Erwachen girls who had awaited me awaiting her. Her wrists were bound behind her and she was blindfolded and was back on the elevator to be brought up to das Folterkammer, the torture chamber. They went up to the top floor, down the corridor, and stepped through a door which was locked behind them. They went a few steps further and entered a room. Lieke was frightened so badly she was afraid she might wet herself. She was, of course, scared because the boys had told her she was there for pain, when in fact she was there for pleasure, the boys and hers.
Of course, the first thing that had to be done to her in the dungeon, whether she was there for torture or sex, was to make her strip. But for Lieke getting naked at the club was a new thing, unlike the rest of us who at least had bared our tits as door bunnies. And now the three girls who had stripped me came forward to strip her. The cameras were turned on they proceeded while the guys watched.
"Take off your clothes," one of the girls said softly, at first.
"What?"
"Take off your clothes!" This time more firmly.
"No, please. I don't want to do this." She looked at the guys looking at her.
"You take them off or we'll hold you while they take them off." She motioned to the boys.
"Please!" But she knew it was useless.
"Just do it, your shirt first."
"No!" The guys approached and one grabbed her from behind and held her arms and the others started forcibly stripping her, pulling the front of her white uniform shirt up.
"Stop, stop, please! I'll do it."
"It's OK, we just want to photograph you naked," one of the girls lied.
"That's all?"
"That's all, now let's start!" She still looked doubtful.
"Take off your clothes! All of 'em."
"If you just want to see me naked that's fine." Of course it wasn't true, but she started to undress and saw the boys watching her. She was not used to boys seeing her in the nude even now that she had grown into womanhood. She pulled up her shirt the rest of the way in front and then up over her head and off and one of the girls took it. She lowered her head as she could see the guys stare at her. She actually had a bra on, a part of her work uniform as she was only now eighteen. It was low cut and her boobs strained to be released, her nipples hard as rocks underneath the flimsy cloth. Her chest heaved slightly as her breath came quicker and she started to perspire. She could tell now it was a lie that they were going to let her go.
