The Long Weekend

The two circled me, surveying me. I felt my sex dripping like crazy. I looked at them both, blushing while they laughed and pointed.

They dragged me by my arms to the lift. My legs buckled with fear. I couldn't go out in public like that! But I had no way of fighting it. I was thrown into the lift.

We went down and I hoped the lift wouldn't stop before we reached the basement. I thought my luck must have changed when the B lit up. How wrong I was.

The lift doors opened and I saw them standing there. My heart almost leapt out of my mouth. I think only the bit between my teeth stopped it.

"Say hello to Robyn and Harold," Alice said, gesturing to the old couple from the other day who were now standing outside the lift.

I mumbled through the bit as the old couple put out their hands to grab me. They led me to a horse box that was open and pushed me into it. They tied rope around my breasts, and then secured it to poles running along the sides of the horse box. They then tied my ankles to another pole at the bottom of the horse box, holding them wide apart and increasing the strain on my poor breasts.

"Smile, slut," said Tim. He pointed a camera at me and took another picture.

They closed the box, leaving me stood there in silence. The Ben Wa balls were still inside me and I was busting for the toilet.

I felt the horse box jerk forward as we took off. The pull on my breasts was instantly torturous. I screamed into the bit. I hoped we might get pulled over, break down or something, anything, just so I could be freed from my torment. I was groaning in agony when I heard three thumps. I knew straight away that it was the vibe and the Ben Wa balls. I felt myself start to flow and heard the humiliating sound of my piss hitting the floor of the box.

The drive continued in torture for my breasts. I felt every bump in the road. Finally, after what seemed like hours, we came to a stop.

The door to the box flew open and Tim looked up at me.

"My my, slut!" he shouted. "Looks like we may need a clean up in here."

He left and returned with a hose. He turned it on. I was pushed back by the force of the water. The pull on my abused chest was unbearable and I screamed as loud as I could.

I must have looked like a drowned rat by the time he was finished. He came in and untied my breasts, which were almost purple by then. I thought it would me relief, but the rush of blood back into them was horrible.

After releasing my ankles, Tim led me out of the horse box. I looked around and saw similar scenes of torture. Women and men in restraints like mine were being led around by other men and women. I then saw Harold in a jockey's outfit.

"The balls fell out when she pissed," I heard Tim telling Alice.

She came over to me, holding them in her hands.

"Well," she said, looking at me, "we will need to make doubly sure that this time they stay in."

She used more medical tape to hold them in this time, but left out the vibe.

"Ok," said Harold, "let's start warm up."

"You will need to learn to trot for us, slut," said Alice. She pointed to another woman, who was running around, raising her knees high while someone else struck her with a riding crop

I tried to copy her, but felt the crop on my ass almost straight away. I squealed.

"Come on! Knees higher, slut!" Harold hit me with the crop again.

I brought my knees up high as I moved, and felt the smack on my ass to keep my rhythm up. This continued for ten minutes, after which I was exhausted and humiliated. The worst part was the Ben Wa balls, which were moving around even more freely now.

"Okay," said Alice to the others. "It's mounting time. Let's get her out to the yard."

They led me past a lot of other people training to a yard. I stood my back to a garage. I heard talking and then the garage door opening. I stood still, staring straight ahead and wondering what else could be done to me.

I heard the sound of wheels on the paving, and then saw wooden handles sliding under my arms. A strap under my still sore breasts held the handles in place.

"You're trotting cart, slut," said Tim. I could hear the smile in his voice. "Trot forward."

I stepped forward and felt the weight behind me. The crop landed across my ass, hard.

"Come on, donkey!" It was Harold's voice. He whipped my ass again.

I trotted forward a bit more. Tim beckoned me to follow him.

They took me to a miniature trotting track. It wasn't as big as the one where I had seen the horse racing, more like an Olympic running track. Tim led me to one end, where I saw more people attired like me. There was quite a crowd building as I reached the starting point.

I looked up at the crowd, my face red. Tim looked at me.

"One more thing to encourage you, slut," he said as he attached nipple clips to each breast. He lifted the handles slightly and tied them off. They pulled me down slightly.

I looked at him, hoping for some pity, but it was useless.

I was led to the starting line with the other poor saps. I looked up at the crowd one more time.

A gunshot cracked, and I felt the crop hit my ass. I leapt forward.

The crowd cheered. The crop hit my already burning ass. I squealed and instinctively speeded up.

"Come on, bitch, get those knees up!" Harold shouted excitedly as he whipped my ass hard.

The Ben Wa balls rolled madly inside my sex, but I tried to concentrate on the task at hand. I was at the head of the pack and was biting down hard on the bit between my teeth.

The clip on my nipples tugged a little every now and again, causing me little shots of pain. But my mind was lost and I was determined to win.

We rounded the last bend and I could see the finish line not far ahead. Harold was whipping my ass like crazy as I tried with everything I had. Then I heard panting beside me. I turned my head and saw him.

"Don't look back, you dumb bitch!" Harold screamed and hit me harder still, but it was too late. The pony boy shot past me and I was relegated to second place.

I was devastated. Suddenly the pain in my ass and nipples registered fully. Tears streamed from my eyes as I stood there, feeling utterly pathetic. Alice came up to me.

"Well done, slut," she said, patting my face reassuringly. "That was nothing to be ashamed of. You seem to have enjoyed yourself too."

She touched a hand to my pussy and I felt my juices flowing down my leg. I was in pain, frustrated beyond belief, and I couldn't believe the next words that came out of my mouth.

"Phunk you, miff."

Alice looked at me and smiled. She kissed me on the forehead.

"Let's get you home. You have a bit more to do yet to repay your debts."

I nodded and followed, dragging Harold on the cart behind me.

I was allowed to sit in the horse box on the way home. They gave me a bowl of water. I drank it as best I could through the bit gag.

Much to my relief, when we got home the lift went all the way up. Alice, Tim, Robyn, and Harold followed me into the apartment. Tim removed the bridle and led me into the middle of the room.

"Now, slut," said Tim, "we have a party tomorrow and you will be the centrepiece. Go to your room now and get some rest. You have done well today and you will be rewarded by not having to sleep with a gag."

I didn't argue and went to my room. I heard the door close and lock behind me.

I slept well and was awoken the next day with a bowl of water and more wet muesli. I ate and drank with my hands still locked behind my back. Tim helped me up and took me into the lounge. A Japanese man was sitting next to Alice.

"Slut, meet Hiroti," said Alice.

I smiled meekly. Tim uncuffed my hands and gently massaged my aching limbs. I almost collapsed from his touch, it was so nice.

I was all relaxed until I saw Hiroti taking out bundles of rope. They looked rough.

"Hemp," said Alice. "Nice and itchy. You should enjoy them."

Hiroti started wrapping the rough rope around me. The itching was nasty. He looped it under my breasts then over. He took another section across my nipples.

He tied my wrists and elbows tight behind me and followed it up with something I had never experienced. He passed the rope between my legs and pulled it tight against my sex.

This rope looped around the ropes on my breasts, pushing them out against the rope that crossed my nipples. Hiroti passed the line up to a pulley in the ceiling, lifting me up a little.

One final rope circled my left ankle. This too was lifted to the ceiling. I was left on one foot, on my tiptoes, with the rope against my crotch rubbing my clit.

It wasn't enough to let me cum, but I had never been so desperate to orgasm.

"Now," said Alice, "let's wait for our guests."

I hung there with my toes barely touching the ground. The rope against my sex rubbed madly, and the Ben Wa balls still rattled inside of me. The rough rope chafed against my nipples.

People arrived and walked around me. They watched as I writhed in the ropes, getting hotter and hotter. I just couldn't get that one tiny touch needed to trip me over the edge.

I thought back over the weekend and what torments I had been subjected to. The horrible itching powder. The horse hair, scratching away at my sex and making me cum harder than I had ever cum in my entire life. The party and the start of my real torment. Since then I'd been teased beyond anything I'd previously imagined. The Ben Wa balls, the vibe. Then the pony race. My body giving my all for my torturers.

Could it be that I had enjoyed this? I'd been held by these monsters the whole weekend, and yet I had never tried to escape. The thought had never even crossed my mind.

I looked at the smiling faces looking at me, and I realised how much more their stares were arousing me.

I saw Alice and Tim having a laugh and exchanging hugs with Robyn and Harold. Drinks were flowing, and people were having a great time.

Finally the night ended. I was untied and taken to Alice's bedroom and laid down on the bed.

I looked up at the ceiling; I didn't know who I was, where I was. All I could think of was the aching in my sex. My clit felt as hard as a diamond. Alice walked in.

"Well, slut," she said, "tomorrow is the end of the weekend. I start my new job, Tim will be back to work, and you will be free too. I just had one more thing I wanted to do, though."

She bent down and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue entered my mouth and started to explore. I felt someone between my legs. Fingers pushed inside me and removed the Ben Wa balls.

Alice straddled my head and lowered her sex to my lips. I'd never been in this position but my cruise control took over. I started to stroke the tip of my tongue around her sex.

Then I felt something at the entrance to my wet, hot, sensitive pussy. It was Tim. His rock hard cock entered me slowly. I screamed with delight into Alice's sex.

From there it was all a blur. I don't know how many times I orgasmed. I don't know how long it lasted. I wasn't there.

I awoke the next day, still naked, with Alice's white doonah covering me. The sun shone through the windows, lighting up the whole room.

I sat up and found an envelope next to me. It was addressed to me and I opened it.

Dearest Caroline

The last few days have been heaven. It is a shame that now we must par., I start my own business today and you will return to the rat race.

I have an offer for you, though. I will give you a job with my new company. In exchange, you give me you, your submission.

No pressure, hun. Let me know as soon as you are ready.

Love

Alice

I put the letter down and wrapped a sheet around myself. I went into the kitchen and saw Alice chopping something. She looked at me and smiled wryly.

I picked up the phone and dialled.

"Hello, Mr Harris," I said. I grinned and winked at Alice. "I quit."

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