The conversational voice was back. "As you can see," he began, "there are ten of us." He had knelt on the floor to bring his face near hers. He was feeling her breasts as he spoke. She shivered uncontrollably, but did not let go of her ankles. "Here's the way it works. We've drawn lots to determine what order we get to use you, but we think you should have some say in the matter." Now he was running his hand up her leg. Still she did not move.
"You get to look at each dick and decide which hole you want it in, at least for the first time. When it gets to be his turn, that's where he starts. Anyone that wants seconds can choose which hole he prefers." He stopped speaking as his fingers fondled the curls between her legs. A finger disappeared inside. She jumped, but did not lose her grip.
He explored without saying anything for a minute or so. "Now you can stand up again."
She stood. "Here is a pen." She shook her head to clear the dizziness from having her head down so long. He handed her a felt tip marker. "You are to put a letter on each guy's dick telling him how you want him to fuck you the first time. "M" stands for mouth. You'll give him a nice blow job. "P" stands for pussy. You'll lay on your back while he gives you a good fucking. "D" stands for doggie style. You'll get on your hands and knees or just bend over. He'll tell you how you are to position yourself and he'll choose between those two available holes. "A" stands for ass. He'll use your ass. He'll tell you how he wants you to position yourself for how he wants to get at your ass.
"There are four ways and ten guys so you have to put each letter on two dicks. You then decide which hole you want used more and put those letters on the other two dicks. After a while we'll tell you how we want you to get your boyfriend off.
"Now this isn't a choice thing. You have to do it and you have to start now. If you don't get it done in the next five minutes, you'll feel this whip on your tits or your pussy or maybe both. Do you understand?" This last he said more loudly while swatting the floor with the whip. She jumped and snapped her head back and forth, her eyes, now wild again focusing on the whip.
"Get to it!"
The pen trembled in her hand. She pulled the cap off and dropped it. She stooped and picked it up. She had no idea how to do what he told her to do. She looked around at the cocks aimed at her. They were all reasonable in size. Some were smaller and some were larger. Some were cut, some were not. She'd never been fucked by a man who wasn't circumscribed. She decided she didn't want those in her mouth.
She was still having a difficult time comprehending that each of these men were going to use her body. She had no choice. They would put their cocks anywhere they wanted and she would simply have to lie on this cold floor and allow them to do it.
She glanced quickly at her pussy. Soon it would have cum running from it. It would probably hurt.
She'd been fucked in the ass before and didn't like it. It hurt too. And blow jobs. She'd done a few of those. If she really liked the guy, she didn't mind giving him the pleasure guys seemed to get from a blow job. She didn't like it when they came in her mouth so she always asked that they not do that, but sometimes they got carried away and did anyway.
She was already disgusted and felt dirty.
She approached the first uncut cock and put an A on it. She did the same for the other uncut cock. She was thoroughly freaked out at having to hold a cock and write on it. She had no idea that this was just further fun for the men. They knew they would fill her with their cum. It didn't matter what she put on their cocks, they'd fuck her any way and every way they chose. This was just the start of an evening of fun.
She selected another smaller cock for her ass, making three. She selected two others that were not too large for her mouth. As she wrote on each of them her stomach churned at the thought of that cock in her mouth, his cum spurting onto her tongue filling her mouth with goo.
She wanted to ask if she had to let the cum in her mouth, but she didn't want to know the answer. She'd just try to avoid it if she could. And she certainly didn't want to ask if she had to swallow. She couldn't bear the thought of all that cum going down her throat. If she didn't ask, maybe she could just spit it out if some got in her mouth.
Several times as she went from man to man, cock to cock, she changed her mind and crossed out a letter replacing it with another.
"Times a wasting," he called out snapping the whip on the floor. "Thirty seconds left."
She made a last decision just before he said, "Time's up."
Relaxing from the ordeal, she handed the pen back. He refused it. "Honey," he said, "you're not done."
Fear welled up in her. She looked at each of the hard cocks in front of her. Each had a printed letter showing which of her holes it was to violate first. She looked back at the voice questioningly. Then it hit her. It hit her hard as she realized her mistake.
"But you didn't have your cock out. How was I to know?"
"Too bad," he said, taking his cock out. "Put a letter on it. Tell me where you want me to fuck you."
"Please don't hit me," she pleaded. He said nothing as he waited for his mark. She selected a P thinking he'd like that best and maybe wouldn't whip her.
"I will give you a choice," he said with a smile. "Since you've given me something I really like to do, I'll let you tell me where to start. We can do it on your tits or your pussy. Which do you prefer?"
"Please don't," she said backing away. "Don't hit me."
"Make a choice or I'll double it."
"My tits, no, my pussy, no please don't." She was nearing hysteria as he circled the whip before her.
"We'll start with the pussy," his voice was low. He stared at her pussy which she hastily covered tightly with both her hands. She backed away step by step until she ran into one of the men who would soon be fucking her.
She could feel his hard cock pushing between her cheeks as he stood behind her. He held her loosely, his hands on her breasts. He fondled them casually as the man with the whip moved closer. Her hands tightened on her pussy.
He stopped. He looked and her and was plainly disappointed. "Erin, we can do this a number of different ways. I told you I really like to hurt women. I thought I made it clear that I was going to hurt you with this whip, especially if you didn't do what I told you. I am going to hurt you and, for that matter, I'm going to hurt your boyfriend."
Ken's eyes widened on hearing this.
"How much I hurt you depends on you. I will take every opportunity you give me to hurt you, but I told you that you would have some control on how much you get hurt." She noticed that his cock was becoming harder as he spoke. She held her hands desperately over her pussy. The man she was mashed against continued to play with her breasts, toying with her nipples, massaging her. He ignored her hands clasped tightly against her groin. His cock pushed between her cheeks and threatened to insert itself through her wrinkled, brown hole. His cock had an M on it.
She pushed harder against the man. She never felt his cock intruding. She was focused on the whip. The man temporarily abandoned her breasts and spread her cheeks to allow more penetration. This she felt, but she pushed back nonetheless as the whip moved slowly back and forth.
"You have told me that you want your punishment on your pussy. That's fine with me. I guaranty it will hurt. It is punishment and I will like hurting you so that's resolved. His voice and discourse was much more refined that one would have thought for a man planning a couple's torment in this rundown shed. She may have noticed it, but she may have been only aware of the whip. "Now I need to resolve how many lashes. How many lashes do you think it should be?" He was asking Erin. My god, Erin thought, none. Don't hit me at all. She knew that would not be an acceptable answer. "Erin," he said, "I asked you a question. Answer me. Don't piss me off."
"Two," she offered hesitantly. "One!" Maybe, she thought, it could be just one.
"I like that," he mused. "Two followed by one." She began to tear up.
"Please," she pleaded, "just one."
