I thought that would be the end but no, bent over the bench with my wrists tied to it I could not end Roger's abuse of me. He took a gardening trowel from a rack and inserted the handle up my arsehole and spent several minutes fucking me with it.
Roger stood beside me with a metal clamp in his hand from which hung a piece of wire with a heavy weight hanging from the wire. I was puzzled at first thought soon realised his intention. Roger knelt under the bench opened the clamp and fastened it to my prick. The metal teeth bit into my prick and I heard myself groan at the pain, that pain though was nothing to the searing agony as he let go of the weight that was fastened to the clamp. It felt like my whole prick was pulling from my body! Roger left it hanging there, I was seeing stars in front of my eyes the pain was so intense.
Roger moved behind me and a blindfold covered my eyes. I heard the shed door open and the whispers of two more male voices, the voices were so low I could not identify who they belonged to. A body moved behind me and another prick was inserted hard into my arsehole. Each time he rammed his dick into me my body moved causing the weight fastened to my prick to swing. The agony of my stretched prick was almost unbearable. What helped me to bear the pain was a picture in my head of me fastening metal clamps to Janice's nipples and fastening heavy weights to them stretching her nipples and imagining the pain it would cause her.
The man behind me filled my butt with his cum and another prick took its place up my arsehole fucking me for several long minutes before cumming inside me.
The men's cum was flowing out of my arsehole and down the back of my legs.
A pair of hands unfastened the clamp from my prick easing the pain. I heard the shed door open and close. Roger removed the blindfold from my eyes. I was in the shed by myself with him. Roger gave my buttocks a hard slap and left the shed locking the door behind him.
I was alone tied over the bench for what seemed like several hours but was probably a lot less. I spent the time imagining what would be happening to Janice, I knew I would be fucking her several times both in her vagina and anus, I imagined her sucking my dick. There were at least two plot holders on the site that would enjoy fucking her, and I was a scout leader I knew a few scouts that would enjoy her body. Roger had left me alone in the shed, I was going to drive steaks into the ground and leave her tied spreadeagled to them in the middle of an empty plot so that everyone could see her and enjoy her body if they wanted to.
Roger returned untied me then walked off with my clothes,
"They will be by your car," he said. Had to walk naked to my car with several plot holders seeing me, something else Janice would have to do!
Janice looked down at her wrist, the metal hoop from a pair of handcuffs was securely fastened around it, the other hoop hung down loose. Janice knew that if she let Nick fasten it around her other wrist she would not be able to move her hands more than about an inch and would be helpless and Nick would be in total control of her.
Janice was confused, she hated Nick she wanted to stab and hit, have him removed from the allotment site, he had caused her so much upset and anger, he had tried to have her evicted from the allotment site and had spread so many untrue stories about her. But also she felt a sense of nervousness that was hard to explain as well as hating him she was wondering what it would be like to be totally dominated by him, she did not know it but through her mind control a thought had been implemented that was triggering her feeling, of maybe it would be exciting to be dominated by Nick.
She had taken several steps down the road towards letting him dominate her. She had written a note stating that provided Nick did not mark her face she was willing to allow him to do whatever he wanted to her. She had signed and dated the note, Janice did not understand why Roger was there until he witnessed the note stating that Janice had written it of her own free will. Roger had then left the shed they were in. Janice had held out her wrist and let Nick put the metal hoop around her wrist.
She could not explain it she felt aroused at the thought of his domination and wondered what he would do to her. Janice looked at Nick nodded and still wondering if she was doing the right thing brought her wrist up and let Nick fasten the metal hoop around it. She knew now it was too late to go back, she was committed. Nick reach into a bag he had with him and took out a ball gag and pushed it into her mouth and fastened it behind her head.
I took three days to recover from Roger's use of me.
Despite the videos I was still not a hundred percent certain that Roger was telling me the truth. In hope and preparation, I found four strong wooden stakes and drove them into the ground several yards apart ready for me tying her naked and spreadeagled to them in the middle of the plot. I had three other plot holders who were wanting to fuck her and four of my scouts, already to come at my call. I also had a bag full of rope, chains, handcuffs, a butt plug, large vibrator, nipple clamps with heavy weights for them and a few other toys and the video camera was set up in the corner of the shed.
When Janice arrived silently at the shed I was relived and excited. I dictated a note for her to write, her giving me permission to abuse her. I wondered if Janice realised there was no end date to the note, I could use her whenever I wanted. Roger witnessed the note and left me with her. She willing let me fasten one hoop of the handcuffs around her left wrist, before I could fasten her right wrist she stepped back, I could see the confusion and conflict on her face, she stood back for about a minute fighting her thoughts and emotions (I now knew I would win because of her mind control) at last she decided and brought her right wrist up and I fastened it, knowing I had won over the bitch Goodall, she was mine.
I stood looking at Janice my cock swelling in my pants because of the feeling of power over her.
I knelt in front of her and removed her trainers and white socks. My hands moved up her jeans to the zipper which I pulled down, then I unfastened the button pulled her jeans down and off and had a good view of her knickers.
Standing up I had already planned the next part. With her wrists cuffed together I could not simply pull her t-shirt off. Instead I took my gardening knife and slit her shirt down the back and with a few more cuts her t-shirt was cut off her. I cut the t-shirt up into small pieces so it was unwearable.
