Dedicated to Judi Ann. This series was written at her request. This is a 6 part series. If you have not read the preceding stories, please do so first to know the background.
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With a voice that sounded like they had just all coincidentally met at the same restaurant for dinner, he said, "Honey, you've already met our friends.
"As I remember, you flirted shamelessly with them while pissed at me..." Continuing, he said, "Well, you see, I didn't think that was fair to these gentlemen to be teased by a little slut, so I made arrangements for them to get, ummmmm.... paid for their trouble." The last was said as a wicked smile appeared on his face.
"Guys, the urinal is over here," he says cheerfully.
Laughing, the newcomers gather around and she watches in horror as they all unzip and pull their cocks out.
"No way, no fucking way!" She screams, but they are literally drowned out as she is soon being covered by 4 more strong streams of urine.
Naturally, she is repulsed, but soon it again turns to a sense of excitement and lust. Disgust turned to fascination as she noticed that each stream varied in size, color, and smell. In fact, even though the entire experience lasted less than a minute; before it was even over, she was wondering what each would taste like and found herself even more sexually aroused.
As the guys shake the last drops of urine onto her bound and bruised body, her Master says apologetically, "Sorry guys, she's a little messy from our play up to this point. Excuse me for a few minutes as I get her cleaned up."
With that, he grabs two buckets from behind a tree and starts walking away from camp where she now remembers hearing the sound of rushing water, like a stream, from that direction. She shivers with the thought of what is to come.
As the visitors, she later learns are named, Cash, Vince, Cody, and Greg wander about their camp, exploring what her Master has done with the place, but mostly leering at her. Staring as a hungry pack of wolves glare at a wounded deer.
She watches them warily and decides she does not like their looks. She trusts her Master implicitly, but not these men. Within moments though, he returns with water sloshing from the two buckets.
"Time for a bath honey," he declares at the same moment he douses her with ice cold water from the stream. She gasps with shock as her system overloads from the water hitting her naked skin; the sensation one of ice and heat permeating into every scratch, bruise, and crevice. Immediately, before she even has a chance to catch her breath, the second bucket is poured over her, rinsing away the vestiges of cum, urine, and blood clinging to her body as a result of the torturous existence she has lived for the past 24 hours.
As she shivers and moans, trying to breathe again from the onslaught, her hands and feet are loosed. She falls off the log onto the ground scrambling to get on her hands and knees. He grabs her hair and walks her like a dog to where a rope hangs from a tree limb. Roughly, he rolls her over onto her back and binds her wrists together in front of her.
While still dazed, she sees him attach the rope hanging from the limb to her hand bindings. He grabs another end of the rope and starts pulling her up by her wrists. She realizes the rope is attached to a pulley and she is being physically hauled to her feet, "Wha....what's happening?"
With no answer forthcoming, she struggles to stand as the ropes dig into her wrists and she is soon standing with her arms stretched uncomfortably over her head.
He then walks over to a tree and secures his end of the rope to a hook. Leaning down he picks up some stakes, rope and a mallet and comes over to her. Still, without a word spoken and while the camp visitors seem to just hang back and watch, he hammers the two stakes into the ground on either side of her feet and ties her ankles to them securely with her legs spread wide open.
The visitors continue lounging around camp and eating food from their packs as they hungrily watch her naked body be so lewdly displayed for their pleasure.
She begins to openly sob and beg, "no no no no."
Her Master lifts her chin up with a finger and smiles. She thinks she sees pity in his eyes, but then, it disappears, and is replaced with nothingness. His hands drop to his waist and she hears him undoing his belt buck and then he removes his belt completely.
"Hun, you need to pay for teasing these gentlemen and being such a brat."
Without further comment or warning, he lashes the belt out across her stomach, it impacts with a loud *THWACK* across her skin. She screams in surprise and pain.
"Have no fear honey, I will not hit you with my belt again," he says...
She dares to hope that is all and gives a breathy sigh of relief. But it is short lives as she hears words that have never struck so much fear in her before, "Gentlemen, she teased you, so it is only fair that you get to punish her for her brattiness."
She begins to struggle in earnest as the men realize what is being asked. She expects them to back down or decide against this, but realizes that her Master must have spoken with them in-depth about the situation, because they barely pause to consider before approaching her.
She clamps her eyes tightly shut, but it does no good in blocking the unmistakable sound of leather whispering against cloth as belts are pulled through their loops.
What comes next is something she will never forget. The pain comes from every direction, without pause, seemingly without end.
These four men take to belting her with relish. She begins a scream that may truly never end as belts make contact with every sensitive part of her body: Her stomach, breasts, back, buttocks, and legs all take great punishment.
