The Whip Or The Vibrator Ch. 2
Introduction:
This story is inspired by and in tribute to some of the women of this site who go in for the edgier and more extreme kinks and fetishes. I hope they appreciate it.
Brief Recap: CapCunt (short for her online name Captured_Cunt_For_Use) is a middle-aged divorcee with very extreme fantasies she's never acted upon before. She's just flown halfway across the country for a tryst with Duke101. After signing a contract that specifically listed Consensual Nonconsent, she was forced into the back of a van by Duke and his accomplice Sado-Chick, then stripped, bound and gagged on a mattress. She was joined by a younger captured woman, Kit-5. CapCunt was then butt-fucked for the very first time by Duke, and then they drove off.
We were off.
My journey had officially begun.
I wanted to bury my face back in the mattress, but instead I just stared into Kit-5's eyes. I'd just had my first ass-fucking. I'd been dreaming of this moment since just after I'd learned this was a thing, back in my freshman year of college. A student had done it, and told us what it was like in graphic detail. It was so disgusting. No way I'd ever consent to something like that of course. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. Soon enough, I was imagining what it must feel like when I masturbated. I didn't think it would matter that my husband wasn't interested. It would just be one of those dark little secrets we tamp down and forget about. But the yearning for anal sex wouldn't stay down there. It just kept rising and rising and rising. Especially when one of my girlfriends would recoil in disgust at the very idea, or tell me about the one time they let someone talk themselves into it, and how horrible the whole ordeal was. All of that just made me need it even more.
And now I'd had it. I wasn't an anal virgin anymore. I had the ass full of cum to prove it. It had seemed like it was going on so long, yet also seemed like it was over immediately. I had been building this moment up so big for so long, but now I didn't know how I felt. It was severely anti-climatic, yet also amazing. I was used, defiled, taken in the most horrendous way. I also knew I was going to keep coming back to this moment when I masturbated for the rest of my life.
Also, I had to pee.
The drive was excruciating. Being trussed up naked in the back of a van is no way to travel. I felt every turn acutely. It was a struggle to keep my lunch down at times. Lying next to Kit-5 helped. Our bodies pressing together made the twisting and turning so much easier. Boy, did I want to cum after that butt-fucking. I was so wet, I could feel where I'd already soiled the mattress underneath. Why couldn't Duke have at least fingered my clit to give me some relief too? Was Kit-5's mattress soiled as well? I'd bet on it.
I'd had to pee so bad after being fucked. That was only natural, right? But what could I do? Sado-Chick looked back at us.
"Oh, I think we're approaching that time, Duke. I see the squirming going on. It's up to you, ladies. We still have at least an hour to go. I would hold it as long as you can. After you release, it's going to be a mighty wet ride for you. But hey, if you think you can hold it...Actually, let's stop for a quick pee break. What do you say, Duke? Now that we're finally in the woods?"
I felt the van pull over and slow down to a stop. Duke and Sado-Chick got out, but didn't go anywhere. They were both just on the side of the van. Then I heard it. First she started peeing, and then him. Oh God, that just made me need to go even worse. When they got back in, they shared big swigs from a water bottle, swishing the water in the bottle, as the van got back on the road.
I couldn't hold it anymore. The dam burst, and I started to pee. It just kept coming and coming and coming, and soon I was lying on a mattress soaked in my own pee. I couldn't look at Kit-5. I buried my head in the mattress as the tears started to flow again, and then I heard it. More pee. She couldn't hold it either. Kit-5 was soaking the mattress in her pee as well. It was a long, wet cold ride on bumpy dirt roads from there on in, and it didn't smell so good.
Sometime later: The van finally stopped. I would guess we'd been on the road about an hour and a half, two hours. No way to tell, really. Duke got out, and then the back doors were opened. I could feel the air. It was different from SFO, warmer, cleaner. Sado-Chick unchained our collars. Then I felt my ankles being unchained from the van, and then I felt Duke's hands down there. He started pulling, and very slowly pulled me out by my ankles. My hands were still cuffed behind me, and my ankles were still chained together, not to mention the collar and penis gag, so I sure wasn't going anywhere. Sado-Chick steadied me as I got used to being on my feet again. I looked around as Kit-5 was pulled out next, and I got my first good look at her body. She was taller than me, by a good 2 inches or so. It rounded out her curves some.
We were on like a small ranch. There was a house, and then a barn and a horse-ring. It was all rather quiet looking. I didn't see any signs of any animals or actual ranching activity. We were standing in the dirt, surrounded by woods, maybe up in some mountains? It might have seemed nice under different circumstances. Once Kit-5 and I were steady enough on our feet, Duke wandered off. Sado-Chick spread her arms out to indicate our surroundings as she gave us a brief explanation on our status.
"Take a good look around. We are literally in the middle of nowhere. There isn't anyone around for miles. In the highly unlikely event that you somehow get free, feel free to run off and look for help. Really, I'd love to see anyone try. It would take you days or weeks on foot to reach anything, and that would only be if you knew where you were going. Most likely you'd die of exposure, being naked and lacking supplies. And that doesn't even take into account the natural predators, who grow hungrier every year thanks to dwindling animal populations. Now if I were a hungry cougar and saw a nice appetizing snack like yourselves..."
Sado-Chick stepped up to cradle Kit-5's chin in her hand.
"One of the many advantages of a remote location like this is that we can make as much noise as we want. So scream when you feel like it. Don't hold back on my account."
Duke returned with two dog bowls and a water hose. He set the bowls down in front of us and filled them with water.
"Get down on your knees and put your heads right above your bowls", Sado-Chick said. "We will then remove your gags so you can drink. Don't say a word, and lick up every last drop in those bowls, or punishments will start early."
I sure didn't like the sound of that. Kit-5 and I gingerly lowered ourselves to kneel in the dirt, and then bent over until our faces were as close to the bowls as we could get them. I then felt my gag being unstrapped and pulled out of my mouth. A load of drool that had been piling up in my mouth flopped right out into my water. Oh well, nothing to be done about it. It would just be going back in my mouth. I lowered myself and started licking. It was surprisingly hard to drink like this. I just couldn't get much up with my tongue. But boy, was I thirsty. I really needed the water.
It took some time, but Kit-5 and I finally finished our water. We were ordered up. Duke wandered off towards the barn as Sado-Chick re-gagged us and clipped leather leashes to our collars. Then she turned and started walking, pulling us along. We had no choice but to follow her, otherwise we'd have tumbled into the dirt. Sado-Chick walked us around the inside perimeter of the ranch 3 or 4 times. She was exercising us. She didn't bother looking back at us while she did this. After about 30 minutes of this, she stopped by a fence.
"Squat. Down on your haunches."
We both squatted. I hoped like hell we were doing it right.
"Piss."
What? We just looked at her in stunned silence. Sado-Chick looked over us to call out to the barn.