A steady stream of come is now coursing down your thighs, your ass is leaking, your cunt is drooling - your hair is a sticky mess of matted down spunk. Dried come is peeling off your face, you look absolutely hideous. But to the guys crowding into this hotel room, you are the perfect picture of a wanton slut - to be used and abused. What really turns them on is how much you enjoy it, ask for it, beg for it. Of course, I knew all of this - I used to be your boyfriend - I know what a freak you are in private.
I am still stunned by what I have witnessed, and caught on videotape. In the back of my mind, I remember that I am supposed to be mad at you - and that I should be punishing you for behaving this way. I consider the options, and decide to speak up. "Gentlemen" I call out, "the lady has been very, very bad. Her behavior cannot go unpunished, and since you have all participated in this - I believe you should also participate in the punishing."
You look up at me with fear in your eyes, you know how angry I get - the seething anger that explodes in the uncontrollable rage that leaves you in blissful pain for days on end. These guys have no idea how you like to look at the bruises, proud of the markings I leave on you, how playing the "punish me game" is one of your favorite activities.
To start with, I get all of them to stand in a straight line, facing in the same direction - legs spread, making kind of a tunnel. I order you to get down on your hands and knees and crawl through the tunnel. Your face held up high, so it can be slapped by the dangling cocks and balls. As you wiggle your ass past each guy, he spanks you as hard and as often as he can until you get out of reach. Even as the spanks rain down on you, you cannot help but notice a few of the guys are back to fully hard again.
The humiliating tears streaming over your cum-stained cheeks. Made all the more punishing by the fact that there I was, at the end of the tunnel, videotaping the crawl - and then ordering you back through - again, and again. I make you go through this tunnel gauntlet five times, until your ass is stinging red. Then you are unceremoniously picked off the floor and tossed back on to the bed. I order you to lay face down, with your scarlet ass exposed to all.
I ask if anyone in the room has a belt, they realize immediately what I am going to propose, and go scurrying for their clothes. Several good sturdy, thick leather belts are in hand at once. I tell the men, "you know what I mean for you to do - now go to town on her ass!" The sound is deafening, the stinging slap of leather against skin, your shrill screams - begging for mercy. I do not hear our safe word, so I let the assault on your ass continue.
Most find their mark without any trouble, leaving long red angry welts across your asscheeks. A few miss high, raising ugly purple lines on your back, some catch your thighs - leaving lines almost down to the back of your knees. You squirm and struggle against the beating, but you know you deserve it, and you take it like a trooper. I finally call a halt to the proceedings, your ass is going to be sore for weeks - the red is almost fire engine. It gives me an idea.
Once before, I coated your hot red punished ass with my sticky white come - the color offset was quite a turn on, made me reach for a camera an dtake pics. So, I tell the guys, "go ahead – jerk off all over her ass!" You whimper that you want to watch, but I remind you that this is punishment, and besides – you can watch some other time - on tape. Soon there are hot white come loads being shot in lines across your red ass, soothing the burning sensation - and making you very horny again. You reach back and smear the come all over your ass. Even this light touch causes you pain, the beating was quite severe.
For some of the guys, this is their third or fourth orgasm, but for the foot-long wonder boy - he has only had one, and you still have one hole he has not violated. He announces his intentions to the whole group, "I am gonna have me a piece o'that ass!" The room goes quiet for a second, then suddenly people are making wagers - betting on whether or not that thing will even fit. Some betting on whether or not it will tear your ass hole right out, joining it up with your pussy.
They respectfully step back, letting him climb up onto the bed. You protest, and try to wriggle away. I tell the guys to form at the four corners of the bed, picking out the strongest to grab you by the ankles, the wrists, to spread you wide and keep you still. There is money riding on this, and I will not allow you to influence the outcome. Like it or not, here it comes! You call me all sorts of vile names, but we broke up – I have heard all that vitriol from you before, you are not hurting me anymore. But here I am, making sure you will be hurting for weeks...
