1Trespasser and the Three Sisters
Chapter One - Memories of Yesteryear.
By The Technician
BDSM M-Solo F/M f/m Bondage Suspension Spanking Humiliation
This is a story in five chapters.
Chapter one is looking back at a childhood event that is background for what happened.
Chapter two relates the adult echo of that event which causes what happened..
Chapter three is what happens with sister one - Darci.
Chapter four is what happens with sister two - Marci.
Chapter five is what happens with sister three - Staci.
Warning: Do not try this at home. This is fantasy folks. It talks about inverted suspension bondage. That is dangerous. It can lead to stroke, loss of your hands or feet and lots of other nasty stuff including death. Be really careful if you start to mix fantasy with reality. Too much whips and leather can lead to a really sore ass - I know. Just a little too much inverted suspension can lead to death - I hope I never find that out, but now you have been warned. I was also warned, and I know it is dangerous, but the moth is still drawn to the flame.
Chapter One - Memories of Yesteryear.
A young boy discovers that he likes to “hang around” with his cousins. He also finds out that being spanked does something other than cause him pain, but he is too young to know what is happening. No sexual content in this chapter. This chapter starts pretty slow so if you just want to read the more explicit stuff, skip to chapter two.
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To understand how I got myself into this, you have to understand that I have a spanking fetish. I have always had a spanking fetish with suspension bondage overtones. In case you aren’t sure what that means, it means that it turns me on a great deal to be tied up hanging upside down and spanked.
Every so often someone will ask me when I first became aware of the fact that I liked to be tied up and / or spanked. Usually they expect me to say something like “it just developed over time” or “I really can’t say.” But I can say and they are very surprised when I tell them “July 17, 1991 at 3:45 in the afternoon.”
Their eyes always go wide and they always ask, “How can you be so certain?” Then I explain about my uncle’s farm and my cousins and the super hero swing.
It all started when my mom thought it would be a good idea for me to spend a summer on the farm with uncle Frank and aunt Lena. They had three children, a boy, Dave, age 15, and two girls Beth, age 14 and Barb, age 12. I was nine at the time and small for my age. I think one of the reasons mom wanted me to spend a summer on the farm was so that the older neighborhood kids would quit picking on me so much - as if older cousins would be any kinder than the neighborhood bullies.
Mom had wonderful memories of growing up on a farm, but let me tell you, there is nothing more boring that being out in the middle of nowhere for day after day after day of hot sweltering summer with nothing to do but chores. Uncle Frank was too cheap for a satellite dish so the TV could only pick up three stations - and one of them was public TV with not much but educational programs and kiddie shows. It didn’t make much difference anyway because Aunt Lena thought it was bad for someone to spend too much time indoors. It was always, “Go get your chores done.” or “Go outside and play.” or “Find something to do outside.”
Usually we would go out to the barn to get away from her. It was a big, old dairy barn that hadn’t actually been used for livestock in quite a few years. I think they must have had riding horses at one time because there were some leather harnesses and a couple of crops hanging on one wall next to some stalls. There was also a long strip of leather that looked like a belt with a handle. I once asked Dave what it was and all he would say was, “Believe me, you don’t want to know.”
On one side of the big open area of the barn was a tire swing that hung from the floor supports for the uppermost level. One of the things we liked to do was to see who could swing the highest in that swing. Like I said, there wasn’t much else to do. One day Dave lay through the tire and ran as fast as he could until he began to swing upward. He held his hands out in front of him and said it was almost like he was flying.
That’s when we decided that this was our super hero swing. We would run until the tire pulled us up off the ground and then we would fly like superman back and forth until the swing came to a stop. Or at least, that’s what Dave and Beth and Barb did. When they finally let me try it, I fell out and hit my head on the floor hard enough to start it bleeding really bad. Dave carried me back up to the house and aunt Lena packed ice on my head and wrapped it in an old towel until I stopped bleeding.
Uncle Frank cut down the tire after that. My cousins were really upset with me. “Way to go, dork! You ruined it for all of us!” After that they pretty much ignored me so I ended up mostly by myself around the farm.
About a week after the tire got cut down, I was out playing in the barn and decided to try to swing on the rope that still hung in the center of the barn. I could still reach it from the floor, though I couldn’t get it swinging very much. I decided that if I went up into the second level above the milking area, I could use a long broom to pull the rope back over to me. Then I could swing out from that upper area and fly across the open area of the barn.
I tried swinging out and back once and realized that holding on to the rope was harder than it looked. If I wasn’t careful, I would end up falling again. So, I tied a big loop in the rope and put my body through it. That was much better. As a matter of fact, with my body through the loop in the rope, I was sure I could do a really great super hero flight. I had the loop in the rope around my waist and was ready to run off edge, when I remembered how I had fallen out of the tire.
I knew that if I fell out of the loop, I be even higher above the ground and probably really hurt myself. So, I slipped out of the loop and went down and got one of the leather harnesses. I tied it a couple of feet above the loop and then wound the leather around my wrist. That way, I could keep myself from pitching too far forward as I ran off into the open space - or so I thought.
Nothing went as I expected. That’s the way my life has always been. Nothing ever goes as I expect it to. Almost as soon as I started to swing out over the open area I began to fall forward. I pulled on the leather in my hands to catch myself, but the knot I had tied above me came loose. I pitched even farther forward and begin to slide out of the loop. The heavy rope around my middle was now dragging and scratching downward against my legs.
Even worse, the extra leather of the harness was loose and flapping around in my struggles and winding around my arms. Suddenly it flipped up between my elbows and both of my arms were pulled together like the legs of a calf in a roping contest.
With my hands tied together, I was sure I was going to bash my brains out against the floor of the barn. I started to scream as I felt myself drop, but suddenly I stopped falling with a painful jerk to my legs. The loop that had been around my waist had again tightened and was now very snug around my ankles.
That was the good news. The bad news was that my shorts and underwear were also very snug around my ankles. The rope had pulled them down - or up - as it slid down my body. I was now swaying back and forth, hanging upside down in the middle of the barn, naked from ankles to shoulders.
Oh, yes, losing my pants wasn’t enough. My shirt fell down over my arms as I hung there. I tried to get myself loose, but between my shirt and the twisted leather, my arms were pretty well bound and useless,
The shirt was hanging in front of my eyes and I couldn’t really see much, but I knew I wasn’t as far up in the air as I thought I would be because as I struggled, I could occasionally feel straw with the tips of my fingers. Things weren’t hopeless. I knew that if I could just somehow get my feet loose and drop to the floor, everything would be all right.
But that’s not how things work for me. Things didn’t get better, they got worse.... much worse. I saw a flash of light that meant that someone had opened the barn door and I heard Beth giggle and cry out, “Come see what superdork has done this time.” The light flashed again and soon I could hear Dave and Barb also laughing.
The three of them gathered around me. All I could really see were ankles and feet. Dave had shoes on; the girls had on sandals. Someone patted me on my butt and I heard one of the girls say, “He does have cute little behind.”
Then Dave said, “He looks more like a tether ball. You girls good for a game of tether ball?” Then he smacked me hard on the butt causing me to start to swing toward one of the girls.
“Coming to you, Beth,” Dave yelled.
“Got him,” Beth cried and smacked me hard on the other cheek as I swung past her. I started swinging faster in a wide circle twirling slightly on the rope as I passed from cousin to cousin. Barb smacked me, then Dave then Beth, then Barb again, then Dave again. As I got back to Beth I had turned slightly so I was facing her. She reached around and grabbed my legs to push me over to Barb and as she did, I could feel her breath almost between my legs. “Hey, it looks like he has a little stiffy!” she cried out. “Maybe we should do something about that.”
She turned me and pushed me over towards Barb, who smacked me even harder and said, “What do you have in mind?”
Dave hit me really hard and said, “We’ll think of something later..., this is too much fun for now.”
I don’t know what they would have thought of, because at that moment my aunt’s voice filled the air, “What in the hell do you think you are doing!?”
“David Andrew, Bethany Marie, Barbara Sue, get over here this instant. Who did this to him? Which of you tied him up? Someone is in for a session with the tawse!”
Beth stammered a little but said clearly, “None of us did it, mom. He did it to himself.”
Aunt Lena came over to me and yelled, “Who put these ropes on you son? Did you do this to yourself?”
“Yes, but...” I sputtered, and tried to explain, but as soon as she heard the word “yes” Aunt Lena screeched, “You pervert!”
“You like to hang around naked, do you? You like to have your ass smacked do you? Well, let’s see how you like this!” With that she walked over to the wall and took down the long belt with a handle. Evidently that was what she called “the tawse.” I could see her striding back to where I was hanging and suddenly she began wailing away at me. I stopped spinning and just swayed back and forth with her repeated powerful blows. Each strike of the leather was pure agony. My poor bottom was on fire. I kept trying to tell her that it was all an accident, but she just kept spanking and spanking and spanking.
As she continued, it hurt more and more and more. My butt cheeks were on fire, but then suddenly it all changed. Suddenly it was very different, and I realized to my amazement that I liked the sensations that were coming from my backside.
Yes, it hurt. It hurt like hell, but it also felt strangely good. It lit fires deep inside of me that I did not understand. I was too young for it to be truly sexual, so I guess what happened would be have to be called a “pre-orgasm.” It was an intense, beyond-pain sensation of pure pleasure.
Finally aunt Lena stopped and said, “Dave, get him down from there and bring him up to the house. Let him stand in the corner in the dining room until your dad gets home.”
Dave reached under my shirt and started unwrapping the leather that was wound around my arms. By the time he was done, my shirt had slipped the rest of the way off my body. He then turned his attention to the knot on my ankles. After messing with it for a while he said, “I’m going to have to cut this to get it off you,” and he reached into his pocket and got out his big folding buck knife. After a few minutes of him sawing at things, I suddenly felt the rope let go and I dropped to the floor of the barn.
Dave held up my shorts and underwear and grinned at me, “Sorry about that. I had to cut these up also. You are going to have to go up to the house like you are. But before you go, we are going to finish punishing you for almost getting us a session with the tawse.”
He then sat down on a small barrel and pulled me over his lap. He said, “I’m going light on you because mom already gave it to you.” Then he swatted me twenty-five times on my ass with his hand.
When he was done, he said to Beth, “You’re next. Give him twenty-five and let’s hear them hit.” Beth took his place on the barrel and he laid me across her lap. I don’t think she slapped any lighter than he did, but I began once again to feel the pleasure sensations.
“Your turn Barb,” said Dave. She replied, “I don’t want to,” and Dave replied “You’d better or I will come up with some way to for you to end up with a session with mom and the tawse. I don’t want you tattling to her later about this”
So Barb sat on the barrel and I laid across her lap and she spanked me twenty-five times, but I could tell she really didn’t want to. She kept stopping between hits and stroking my butt cheeks. My ass was so sore that even her soft touch hurt, but I could also feel that intense pleasure sensation building again within me.
Finally it was all over and Dave said, “Let’s go up to the house. It’s a quarter to four. Dad will be home in about an hour and you had better be standing there in the corner of the dining room with you nose against the wall.”
The three of them led me across the barnyard over to the house. I was even more embarrassed and humiliated walking naked behind them than I had been hanging upside down in the barn. Dave said, “Keep up super dork or I will have to get one of the lead ropes and drag you along like a stubborn donkey or stupid pig.”
Then Beth said, “Look, he can blush all over his body. He is almost as red as his butt.”
When we got into the house, it was 3:45 in the afternoon. That was July 17, 1991 and from that day and that hour onward, I knew that I like to be tied up and spanked.
Later that night, Beth came to me in my room and said she wanted to tell me that she was sorry about what had happened. She said that she explained to her mother that I had been trying to use the rope as a swing and somehow had accidently slipped into the position she found me in. She said her mom’s only response was, “That boy could trip over his own shadow. Maybe he didn’t deserve all of what he got, but it just might teach him to be more careful next time.”
Beth asked if there was anything she could do to make it up to me. She said she would be willing to do anything. I hesitated and then spoke, “Next time uncle Frank and aunt Lena have to go into town for the day...” Her eyes widened as I spoke... “and they take Dave with them to help carry stuff...” Her face flushed a bright crimson... “while they are gone, would you and Barb tie me up again and spank my naked butt until it is as big and red as it is tonight?”
She grinned and answered, “I’d love to. I might even have to go up into the attic and find those ping pong paddles we put up there a couple of summers ago so mom couldn’t find them.”
Uncle Frank and aunt Lena and Dave went into town almost every Saturday. It wasn’t such a bad summer after all.
End Chapter One
1Trespasser and the Three Sisters
Chapter Two- A Fateful Day
By The Technician
BDSM M-Solo F/M f/m Bondage Suspension Spanking Humiliation
This is a story in five chapters.
Chapter one is looking back at a childhood event that is background for what happened.
Chapter two relates the adult echo of that event which causes what happened..
Chapter three is what happens with sister one - Darci.
Chapter four is what happens with sister two - Marci.
Chapter five is what happens with sister three - Staci.
Warning: Do not try this at home. This is fantasy folks. It talks about inverted suspension bondage. That is dangerous. It can lead to stroke, loss of your hands or feet and lots of other nasty stuff including death. Be really careful if you start to mix fantasy with reality. Too much whips and leather can lead to a really sore ass - I know. Just a little too much inverted suspension can lead to death - I hope I never find that out, but now you have been warned. I was also warned, and I know it is dangerous, but the moth is still drawn to the flame.
Chapter Two - A Fateful Day
Memories of a childhood introduction to suspension spanking causes a young man to ignore “No Trespassing” signs and experiment with a little self-bondage in an old barn. But nothing every goes as it is supposed to for him and he ends up trapped naked and hanging upside down.
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I stumbled across the old barn while I was hiking along some back roads looking for some good country scenes to photograph. I am a professional photographer, or at least I try to be. Most of the nostalgic country scenes are pure crap artistically, but they sell magazines and calendars so the editors will buy them. It pays the bills, and I like to walk in the country, so here I was miles from anywhere in a forty pound camera vest filled with various lenses and filters and a tripod slung over my shoulder..
Normally I get permission before actually going onto any private land, but this barn called to me like some mythical goddess. There was an old rusted “No Trespassing” sign barely hanging from one of the fence posts. When I touched it, it fell to the ground faced down. I should have walked away, but that sign falling down was like the last barrier disappearing.
Something stirred deep in my mind as I walked up the short driveway and pushed open the sliding door. As soon as I entered the barn, my mind was flooded with memories. Inside it looked almost exactly like uncle Frank’s barn. It even smelled the same. I half way expected to find aunt Lena’s tawse hanging on the wall with the old harnesses.
There were no leather harnesses, but there was a strange looking well pump against one wall that apparently was used to fill a large tank on the upper floor of the barn. Evidently back in the days before electricity, you would pump the water by hand into the upper tank and then it would flow down to water stock or whatever on the lower level. On each side of the barn there was also some sort of chain and pulley system on tracks that was probably used to raise something to the upper level or at least move it around inside the barn. Evidently the large cylinders were also a part of that system because they had brackets that seemed to connect them to the chains.
I examined everything a little closer and realized that these smaller cylinders were tanks of some sort with an open top, a spigot on the side and some sort of drain plug on the bottom. Perhaps at one time a hose or something was connected to the spigot of the tank and they were raised up so that the liquid could be distributed along each side of the barn.
I don’t know what it had been designed to do, but I immediately saw what I could make it do. I could use these tanks and chains and pulleys as an automated self-bondage suspension system. If I pumped just enough water up into the big tank, and ran large hoses from the big tank to the small hanging tanks, I could fill those tanks with water. The now heavy tanks would pull downward and pull an equally heavy weight upward. Then the tank would slowly drain and the heavy weight - me - that had been lifted would be slowly lowered back to the ground.
I decided that I would check out who owned this barn and work to put my plan into effect.
The first thing I found out was that the barn was on land owned by “the sisters.” Nobody ever referred to them as anything but “the sisters.” Their dad had been a fairly successful farmer and they grew up on his farm. By the time he had passed away, he had already bought out quiet a few farms in the area. The sisters never married and continued living together on the home place after they inherited it. Now they farmed thousands and thousands of acres and basically ruled the county. They were not well-liked by those whose farms had fallen on hard times and had been purchased by them and so they kept pretty much to themselves unless they had to come into town on business.
All of their land was posted with big “No Trespassing” signs, and wherever possible, any access roads had been closed to the public and converted to private access only. The only reason that the road I had been on was still open was that it had been designated as a farm to market road by the state planners and could not be closed.
Since I knew that the sisters would never allow me to “photograph” the empty barn, I decided that I would risk not asking. After all, wasn’t it Confucius who said, “It is easier to beg forgiveness than to obtain permission.”
I wasn’t totally stupid, however. I studied the sisters habits and learned that they almost always took time off each year to exhibit at the state fair. I really don’t understand any of that, but it meant that they would be gone or very busy for at least nine days in August. That was when I would put my plan into effect.
But first, I had to test some things and make sure that everything would work the way that I envisioned it. There was an old country cemetery about a half mile up the road from the barn. There was a creek at the back of the cemetery and people often parked in the parking area at the front of the cemetery and then walked down the hill to the creek to fish. Since the county now owned the cemetery, the creek was public access at that point. That probably really irritated the sisters also, but it was a place to park a car where no one would really notice it.
I parked my car at the cemetery and walked down the road to the barn. No one was around and there were no dust clouds indicating anyone was driving on the road, so I slipped inside. The old hand pump worked exactly as it should. I closed the drain valves on the tank in the upper level and with a little bit of work - actually a lot of work - I pumped about 50 gallons of water up into the big tank. That would be over 400 lbs and should easily lift someone into the air. Since the smaller tanks were about 40 gallons, there was plenty of capacity to spare for what I had in mind.
I had brought along a couple of lengths of large tubing that fit easily onto the output ports of the large tank. When I opened the valve they easily filled the small tanks. Water came into the top of the tank much faster than it flowed out of the bottom. Had I not secured the chains to a support beam, the water-filled tanks would have easily lifted me off the ground. Now all I had to do was wait for August and the state fair.
Fair time finally arrived. The sisters were definitely at the fair and would be there for at least one more day. It was time to put my plan into effect. My plan was to suspend myself upside down in the barn using techniques that I had developed and used in the past. To minimize danger to my feet I would be wearing heavy work boots - and nothing else. The ropes which would be tied to the chains wound around the boots so the probability of a pressure cut or causing severe tissue damage was at a minimum. For my wrists, I would be using padded cuffs. And to be sure that my shoulders or hips wouldn’t be damaged if the chains did not move smoothly as the small tanks filled, I would be using heavy rubber truck tie-downs to secure my wrists to the eye bolts that I had attached to the floor posts.
If everything went as I had planned, I would pump 50 gallons of water up into the big tank, then I would attach the large tubing and raise the small tanks into the air. After I had attached myself properly to the chains and posts, I would pull a rope which would open the drain valve. The smaller tanks would descend as they filled and my feet would be pulled up into the air until I was completely upside down in a spread-eagle position. I had inserted a short length of smaller pipe into the drains of the small tanks so it would take several hours for the tanks to empty enough for me to slowly be lowered back to earth.
If one of the tanks failed to empty for some reason, I had small ropes attached to rapid-open valves that I had screwed into the tank in place of the spigot valves on their sides. The rope to the left tank was where I could reach it with my right hand once it was no longer under tension and the rope to the right tank was where I could reach it with my left hand once it was no longer under tension. The probability that both tanks would fail to empty was almost zero.
I had thought of everything. It was time.
I took off all my clothes and stored them carefully away from where the water would be splashing around. Then I put on my boots and cuffs. Somehow it seemed right that I would do the work of pumping the water up to the large tank while I was naked and cuffed. Besides, it was very, very humid and I would have gotten my clothing all sweaty in just a few moments. As it was, sweat was running off of me long before the gurge on the tank reached the 50 gallon mark.
Finally everything was ready. I lay down in the correct spot and attached the ropes to my boots and the connectors to my cuffs. Looking around at everything to make sure that all was exactly as I had planned, I pulled the safeties on the chains and pulled the rope on the main valve and the water began to flow and the small tanks began to descend.
Within a few moments I could feel tugging at my legs. Shortly thereafter I was dragged slightly along the ground and my legs began to lift into the air. The water continued to flow and the small tanks continued to descend and my legs continued to go up into the air. Finally I was totally upside down with my legs widely spread. The small tanks were about six inches above the ground just as I had planned and water was slowly trickling from the drains. I was tightly stretched, but not overly so.
It was exactly what I had been trying to accomplish. I hung there relishing the feeling of helplessness. If I ever found someone who truly understood my needs, I would have to arrange for them to find me just like this. Until then, I could hang here and pull against the pressure drawing me upward and experience the helplessness fueling my arousal and feel the breeze against my naked flesh which proclaimed my vulnerability.
Then the lightning flashed. It was almost like the door opening back at uncle Frank’s barn, but the light came from everywhere all at once and was immediately followed by the loudest thunder I have ever heard. Moments later torrential rain began pelting the tin roof of the barn.
The light and sound and smell were just more sensations to experience and I began to relax into the feelings until I heard the sound of rushing water. Water - large amounts of water - was pouring into the barn. I was twisting my head from side to side trying to figure out where the water was coming from and where it was going when suddenly the tension on my legs increased greatly. I looked up at the tank above me and could see two large pipes above the tank. They were down spouts. The gutters on the barn emptied into the tank like a cistern. The tank was filling rapidly and with the main drain valve open, all of that water was pouring out into the smaller tanks.
I had figured 20 or so gallons in each tank for about 160 pounds each, but the tanks actually held 40 which would be well over 300 pounds. The additional weight was stretching me and straining my joints. In addition the rubber holding my arms down was starting to stretch. This was good because it lessened the pull on my shoulders and hips, but it was bad because it lowered the tanks an additional 6 or 7 inches. They were now sitting on the ground, or to be more exact, the drain pipes beneath them were driven into the ground. They were plugged with dirt and would not drain. I was trapped.
End Chapter Two
1Trespasser and the Three Sisters
Chapter Three- Darci
By The Technician
BDSM M-Solo F/M f/m Bondage Suspension Spanking Humiliation
This is a story in five chapters.
Chapter one is looking back at a childhood event that is background for what happened.
Chapter two relates the adult echo of that event which causes what happened..
Chapter three is what happens with sister one - Darci.
Chapter four is what happens with sister two - Marci.
Chapter five is what happens with sister three - Staci.
Warning: Do not try this at home. This is fantasy folks. It talks about inverted suspension bondage. That is dangerous. It can lead to stroke, loss of your hands or feet and lots of other nasty stuff including death. Be really careful if you start to mix fantasy with reality. Too much whips and leather can lead to a really sore ass - I know. Just a little too much inverted suspension can lead to death - I hope I never find that out, but now you have been warned. I was also warned, and I know it is dangerous, but the moth is still drawn to the flame.
Chapter Three - Darci
After a self-bondage suspension session goes wrong, trapping him in the barn, he is discovered by the owner - one of the “sisters” who own the farm.
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I had expected to be free by seven or eight at the latest, but darkness came and the small tanks were still full. To make things worse, it continued to rain off and on for hours and hours. The downspouts were repeatedly refilling the large tank so that the large tank continued pouring water into the smaller tanks. The water just overflowed from the tanks and turned the floor of the barn to mud. If I could somehow get the drains on the small tanks open it would still be hours before the tanks would finally drain and I might be able to get free, but first it had to stop raining.
Just before dawn it finally stopped raining, and the clouds cleared away shortly after the sun began to rise. It was a clear sunshiny August day... a hot August day with a hot August sun beating down on the tin roof of an old, totally shut up barn. By mid-morning it was almost 100 degrees inside the enclosed barn. Sweat was again pouring down off of me. With all of the water inside of the building, except for the fact that I was hanging upside down, it was like being in a steam room.
Around noon I heard a small engine, like a motorcycle of some sort, and began shouting for help. By this time I was far less concerned about being discovered that I was about blood clots or dehydration or death. Despite my cries, the engine noise continued on past the barn and disappeared. Evidently help would not be coming from whoever that was and I still needed to get the tanks up out of the dirt so they would drain. I tried pulling my legs and arms as much as I could, but I just couldn’t move the 350 pounds that each tank weighed.
Suddenly there was a flash of light like a door opening and the soft giggle of a girl’s voice. At first I thought I was starting to hallucinate because it sounded just like my cousin Beth when she walked into the barn, but then she spoke, “Well, well, well. We do have a trespasser. The sheriff called and said there was a car was parked all night at the cemetery and we might have a hunter or trespasser on our land. He seemed to think that whoever it was might have taken refuge in the old barn since the road was flooded out by the storm.”
She stepped around in front of me and looked down at my face. “Actually the road is in pretty bad shape. I had to use the Farm Gator to get down here from the house. I don’t think anything but an ATV will be able to get through for a couple of days and nothing on the road itself. It’s OK from the cemetery out to the main road, so you will be able to drive out... if and when I decide to release you.”
As she spoke I remained silent and just looked at her. She must have been one of the sisters. She was probably in her early thirties, not thin but definitely not overweight. Her figure was feminine but very muscular. She looked like what some people call a “corn-fed farm girl.”
In her right hand she was holding a small automatic handgun. In her left she was holding what looked like a long cane with some sort of pointed forks sticking out of a plastic head on the end of it. Holding up the automatic she said, “This is in case you were some hunter who wouldn’t listen to a woman telling you to get the hell off her land.” Then holding up the cane-like device she continued, “and this is in case you had a dog that wanted to protect you. I really do hate to shoot a dog, but one pop from this dog shocker and they usually just high tail it back to their owner’s car and wait there.”
“I see you aren’t a hunter.” She walked over next to me and patted me on the ass like you would a horse to calm it down. “But I’m not quiet sure what the hell you are.”
She stood along side me for several moments examining what I had done with the tanks and chains. “Impressive,” she finally said. “I assume you have some kind of restriction on the bottom drains of the milk transports. Good to see daddy’s weird invention actually worked for something. It was never worth a damn for milking. You had to milk the cows by hand because there was no electricity down here. Still isn’t.”
Looking further at the mud in which the cans were sitting she laughed and continued, “Didn’t figure on the rain, though, did you? Rain fills that tank up all the way to the top before it runs out the overflows. My sisters and I used to come down here on rainy days and skinny dip up in that tank.”
She reached out with dog shocker and touched the side of my penis. “That got a twitch out of you. You would like to see me and my sisters naked would you? But you were already hard when I walked in here. What gets you up? Is just hanging there enough to set you off? Is it the humiliation of being found naked in my barn? Is it the pain?”
She laughed, “That got another twitch. It is the pain isn’t it? You are just like my sister Staci. She gets off on pain. Marci and I almost never got a whipping when we were little. Staci would always confess even if she didn’t do it. Dad thought he was being really cruel to her spanking her so much, but he never saw her back in her bedroom afterwards rubbing away for all she was worth. Marci and I caught her once and never let her live it down. We made her do all sorts of things for us. But then we found out she got off on that too. Even when we made her lick our assholes, she just kept creaming her panties.”
She ran her finger through my asscheeks and up over my scrotum. “Are you like that Mr Trespasser. Would you love it if I hurt you? Would you do anything I told you to do? Would you even lick me everywhere I tell you to?”
She laughed again and then leaned down close to my face, “By the way, my name is Darci. Darci, Marci and Staci, better known as “the sisters” or as “those bitches who bought out my farm.” I tell you what I am going to do Mr T, I am going call the sheriff and tell him that he doesn’t have to send out any search parties because I found you in my barn and you will be staying with me for a while. Then I am going to get comfortable here in this overheated sweat house, and then I am going to see what makes you tick.”
Darci stepped outside and spoke on her cell phone for a few moments and then returned inside, walked over to a bench near the side of the barn and sat down to take off her boots. After carefully wiping them off and setting them on the bench beside her, she stood up and took off her jeans. She was wearing what most girls call granny panties, but she was definitely no granny. “Do you like what you see? In a little while I’ll ask you if you think it is worth the price.”
She continued removing her clothing until she stood totally naked next to the bench. Then she picked up her jeans and removed the belt. It was a wide cowboy style belt with a big removable buckle. As she popped the snaps on the buckle she looked over at me and said, “Better take this off in case I get a little wild.” Then she set the buckle on the bench and doubled the belt up in her hand.
“I’ll count the first ten, just to see how it goes,” she said as the belt began its swinging arc toward my ass. Smack - “One.” Smack - “Two.” Smack - “Three.”Smack - “Four.”Smack - “.”Smack - “Five.”Smack - “Six.”Smack - “Seven.”Smack - “Eight.”Smack - “Nine.”Smack - “Ten.”
I grunted with each blow, but didn’t actually cry out until the tenth. “Well, well, well. That kind of punishment would make most men deflate. But you look like you could punch through steel. That answers one of my questions. You do like pain.”
“Lets see how you are at taking orders. I’m going to do twenty-five more and you are going to count them and say thank you for each one.”
She didn’t give me any time to think about it but immediately swung again and connected with by right butt cheek. “One. Thank you Mistress,” I replied.
“Oh, you’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
Actually I hadn’t, but I had fantasized about it enough times to say the words automatically. I counted each swat. They seemed to get harder as her body began to become covered with sweat. A couple of times she had to wait for me to stop crying or get my breath, but finally I said, “Twenty-five. Thank you Mistress.”
“I’m hot and sweaty and Staci isn’t here to help me calm down, so you are going to do it for me. I’m going to put myself where you can reach me with a little effort, and then you are going to calm me down by taking me all the way up.”
She came over and squatted slightly in front of me and spread her legs. The height was just about right and by leaning my head upward toward my chest I was able to put my mouth against her in just the right place.
Her juices flooded my mouth and she began moaning and grinding against me. Then, holding her head to the side so that my prick was over her shoulder, she pulled me tightly against her and began to take the weight off her legs. The additional pressure was excruciating but I continued to lap and suck until she moaned loudly and slid down me to land on her knees with her face pressed against my belly and my face pressed against hers.
After a few moments she got up and walked back over to the bench. “I am going to give you a little reward and punishment and then explain the facts of life to you. I think that you are into pain so much that I can bring you off with this.” She held up the dog shocker.
“If you can take five minutes of this, I will give you the best blow job you have ever had. If you cum from the pain, I will belt your ass once for every second short of five minutes. I am going to set my cell phone here where I can see it so I can have an exact time.”
With that she set her cell phone on the ground near my hand and stood back. Suddenly I felt the prongs of the cane touch my belly and a tremendous jolt of electricity burst through me. My muscles tightened way beyond anything I could have done on my own. I cried out. A few seconds later the prongs pressed against my side and again the shock coursed through my body.
Darci slowly circled me as she repeatedly pushed the shocker against my body. I don’t know how much time had elapsed when she said, “Now let’s make it really interesting,” and pressed the prongs against my asshole. I think one of the prongs actually entered me slightly before she pressed the switch. I screamed and begged for her to stop. Then she moved the prongs upward and onto the base of my ball sack. “No, no, no,” I screamed, but she just laughed and pulled the trigger.
One of the small tanks actually came up off the ground as I thrashed and twisted. She pressed the trigger switch a second time and I screamed again, but this time as I screamed and thrashed, I also came. I would not have believed I could ejaculate just from the pain, but the orgasm was one of the most intense I had ever experienced.
“Three minutes and fifty-two seconds,” announced Darci. That means we finish up with 68 from my cowgirl special. And you are going to count everyone of them and thank me every time.”
She walked back over to the bench, set the shocker and her cell phone down, and came back with the belt. Swack! “One, thank you mistress.” Swack! “Two, thank you mistress.” Swack! “Three, thank you mistress.” The pain was much more intense now that I had cum. The sexual high was decreased and the pain was just pain.... excruciating, terrible pain. Finally I was able to sob out,“Sixty-eight, thank you mistress.”
Darci then put the belt away and walked back over to me. She squatted before me with her legs spread wide so that I was staring directly into her glistening pussy. “This is the facts of life, Mr. Trespasser. You are trespassing on my land. The sheriff has your licence number and can verify that you are here illegally. If I turn you in to him, you will get at least thirty days and I will make sure that all of the other prisoners know that you like kinky sex.”
“Or,” she continued, “you can put yourself on the mercy of the sisters for the rest of the weekend and we will call it even.” She went over to where I had neatly folded my clothing and extracted my wallet and keys and put them on the bench. “I will keep your clothing safe and clean for you. If you want to leave, you can probably wade or swim back to your car, though swimming in flood waters can be downright dangerous.”
Marci will be home late tonight. I will send her up here first thing in the morning. If you and your car are gone, we call the sherif. If you are kneeling right there in front of the door with you head to the ground and your hands extended backward to your feet, Marci will know that you have accepted my terms.
Darci then went over to the small tanks and opened the emergency drain vales just a little so that water began to slowly flow out.
“Looks like you have a few hours to think about it.”
With that Darci used my shirt to wipe herself down and then she sat on the bench and slowly dressed herself. As she opened the door to leave she looked back over her shoulder and said, “I guess I should warn you, Marci isn’t like me. She likes to inflict sex, not pain,... and she will be bringing her best strap-on.”
End Chapter Three
1Trespasser and the Three Sisters
Chapter Four- Marci
By The Technician
BDSM M-Solo F/M f/m Bondage Suspension Spanking Humiliation
This is a story in five chapters.
Chapter one is looking back at a childhood event that is background for what happened.
Chapter two relates the adult echo of that event which causes what happened..
Chapter three is what happens with sister one - Darci.
Chapter four is what happens with sister two - Marci.
Chapter five is what happens with sister three - Staci.
Warning: Do not try this at home. This is fantasy folks. It talks about inverted suspension bondage. That is dangerous. It can lead to stroke, loss of your hands or feet and lots of other nasty stuff including death. Be really careful if you start to mix fantasy with reality. Too much whips and leather can lead to a really sore ass - I know. Just a little too much inverted suspension can lead to death - I hope I never find that out, but now you have been warned. I was also warned, and I know it is dangerous, but the moth is still drawn to the flame.
Chapter Four - Marci
Darci’s final warning was that Marci like to inflict sex, not pain on people. What did that mean and what lay in store of the trespasser caught in the sisters’ barn.
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As the small tanks slowly drained, my body was lowered toward the floor of the barn. As soon as I could move my arms far enough I pulled the safety ropes and opened the valves all of the way. My legs dropped rapidly to the ground and I lay on my back for several minutes before finally releasing the cuffs from my wrists and removing the boots.
I was now standing naked in the barn in the mud. It was night, but not overly cool. I opened the door and stepped out into the barnyard area. Under the bright moon I could see my car up at the cemetery. I could also see a lot of water between here and there. I debated risking it and wading or swimming up there. I had a blanket in the trunk I could use to cover myself to get back into my apartment, and I could get a lawyer and handle whatever legal trouble the sisters could cause. After all, it was only trespassing.
My mind kept saying, “Run! Run! Run!” but my body was saying, “Stay! Stay! Stay!.” I stood looking out over the flood waters for almost an hour, and then finally turned, went back into the barn and burrowed down into the hay in one of the stalls. I soon fell fast asleep.
It seemed like only minutes later that I heard the now familiar sound of an ATV approaching the barn. Remembering Darci’s words, I ran over to just in front of the door and knelt down. I placed my head on the soft ground and reached back to grab my ankles.
As I did so, I realized that this was not only was a posture of total submission, it also thrust my ass high up into the air in a lewd fashion. I could feel the morning air on my puckered asshole. I could also feel myself getting hard long before the flash of light announced that the door was being opened and someone was entering the barn..
“Oh goodie,” I heard a voice say, “Our nasty trespasser has decided to let me play with him today.”
There was something very ominous in that pronouncement. I wondered what Marci had in mind for our “play time.”
I didn’t have to wonder very long. “You just stay like that, honeybuns, while I get myself ready.”
Marci went over to the bench, set down a large duffel bag, and began to remove her clothing. Once she was totally nude, she reached into the bag and took out a strangely shaped leather harness and slipped her legs through it. After she adjusted some straps, she pulled a large dildo from the bag and slipped it into place in the harness. When she turned to face me, she was sporting a tremendous plastic erection.
“You know what comes next don’t you, Mr. Trespasser. - - - I DO!” And she started laughing. I was starting to think that I had made the wrong decision to stay and should run now, but Marci was faster than I could have imagined and was suddenly behind me holding my arms.
“Don’t you try to go anywhere, or I will just skip using this lube. Your choice pretty boy.”
I lowered my face back down into the moist earthen floor. I don’t know what kind of lube she had, but it was very slick and rather foul smelling. “This is birthing grease,” she said. Some of the slickest stuff there is. You could ram a telephone pole up a fly’s asshole using this stuff.”
A few moments later it felt like that was what she was doing to me. I had tried some small dildos back there a couple of times and found it rather stimulating, but what she was wearing was anything but small. She began thrusting into me and just kept pounding away. After what seemed to be hours, she started making what can only be described as howling noises. It sounded like a tiger behind me and then suddenly she gave a shrill shriek and lay still on my back.
“Was that good for you? Well, it doesn’t make any difference if it was or not, because I loved it and I loved doing it to you.”
She pulled herself out of me and walked back over to the bench. When she cam back, she was totally naked and very shiny with sweat.
“Darci told me you do real good upside down head. I’ve never tried that before, so we are going to get you back into your boots and cuffs and see what you can do for me. Lets start with you pumping some water up into the tank.”
Soon it was me that was covered in sweat. The sun was up and it was again like a steam bath in the closed barn. I stopped at 50 gallons, but Marci said “Oh, no. You need at least 100 gallons to do this right.” So, I continued pumping until Marci was satisfied.
“Before we string you up, we had better feed and water you. Don’t want you heat-stroking out on us before you meet Staci. There are some energy bars in that backpack. You can trust the water from that pump, just open the pit cock on the side to fill that bucket.”
I ate several of the energy bars and drank enough water to be sure that I was hydrated. I had to be careful not to eat or drink too much or hanging upside down could cause me to puke, which you really don’t want to do in that position.
Finally I was back in my boots and cuffs and laying on the ground with Marci standing over me. “You don’t need to connect the hands. We will just let them swing free so you can hold on to me.”
With that she opened the drain on the big, upper tank and the small tanks began to fill. Just like before my feet rose up into the air and I was hanging suspended from the chains. Also just like before, the small tanks came all the way down to the ground and buried their drains in the dirt.
“Let’s see what you can do to make me happy,” said Marci with a smile as she pulled me toward her.
I reached up around her waist and pulled my face into her dripping cunt. Within just a few moments, she was writhing and screaming and howling. Suddenly I felt her mouth close in on my stiff erection. She was sucking so hard that it was painful while at the same time bobbing her head up and down on the shaft. Again like before she let out a high pitched scream or wail and was suddenly still. Then she slowly and softly continued her blowjob until I exploded in her mouth.
She stepped back and smiled at me with cum dripping on her chin and then bent down and kissed me full in the mouth. As she slid her tongue into my mouth, she spit my cum deep into my throat. Then she laughed and said, “You and I could have a lot of fun together, beauty buns. You are almost as twisted as I am.”
She then walked over to the small tanks and began washing herself off with the water. “Darci and I will be back with Staci in the morning. Don’t go anywhere. Just be here in the barn naked and ready when we get here.”
After she finished dressing and putting all of her stuff into the duffel bag, she came back over and worked on something behind me and then stood in front of me, “Your safety ropes are hanging four feet behind you. If you get yourself swinging hard enough, you should be able to reach them and open the valves. I added a reducer to the output, so it should only take four or five hours for the tanks to drain sufficiently for your to release your feet. After you get free, there is food and some energy drink over at the bench. Have fun.”
As she walked out the door, she looked back over her shoulder and said, “Oh, and Darci and I might want to go skinny dipping in the morning, so you get daddy’s tank all pumped up full, you hear? And we better see water pouring out of the overflows when we arrive or your honey buns will get really toasted.”
End of Chapter Four
1Trespasser and the Three Sisters
Chapter Five - Darci
By The Technician
BDSM F/f F/m Bondage Suspension Spanking Humiliation
This is a story in five chapters.
Chapter one is looking back at a childhood event that is background for what happened.
Chapter two relates the adult echo of that event which causes what happened..
Chapter three is what happens with sister one - Darci.
Chapter four is what happens with sister two - Marci.
Chapter five is what happens with sister three - Staci.
Warning: Do not try this at home. This is fantasy folks. It talks about inverted suspension bondage. That is dangerous. It can lead to stroke, loss of your hands or feet and lots of other nasty stuff including death. Be really careful if you start to mix fantasy with reality. Too much whips and leather can lead to a really sore ass - I know. Just a little too much inverted suspension can lead to death - I hope I never find that out, but now you have been warned. I was also warned, and I know it is dangerous, but the moth is still drawn to the flame.
Chapter Five - Darci
Caught doing self-bondage in someone else’s barn, a trespassers pays the price to three sisters. Darci and Marci have already had their fun. What would the third day with Staci bring?
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I started trying to swing back and forth as soon as Marci left. I was beginning to think that she had been lying to me when suddenly my hands felt the small cords of my safety release ropes. A few minutes later I was able to grab them tightly as I swung and the valves opened. I had intended this to be a rapid emptying of the tanks if needed, but the smaller pipe Marci had added allowed less than a trickle of water to escape.
It was almost evening before the tanks finally emptied to the point where my body was on the ground and another hour or so before my legs were down low enough for me to pull myself forward and undo the boots. I lay on the muddy ground for several minutes and thought of just going to sleep where I lay, but my hunger and thirst caused me to get up to see what kind of food and drink Marci had left me.
Surprisingly, they were excellent sandwiches and a couple of apples. I didn’t recognize the brand name of the energy drink and I really couldn’t say I liked the odd flavor, but it was liquid and it said it had the electrolytes and minerals I would need after sweating for two days in this barn, so I downed both bottles.
I really was tired and my muscles were sore and my ankles ached from being in suspension so much, but Marci had said that I had to get the tank filled up and once I went to sleep, I probably would not wake up before they arrived in the morning, so I went over to the pump and started pumping.
I was just getting into the rhythm of pumping when water suddenly started flowing onto the floor. I had forgotten to close the main valve to the upper tank. I hurried up to the tank and closed the valve and returned to my labors.
What the rain had filled in just minutes took me well over two hours to do by hand. By the time I could hear water running out of the overflows, the sun was setting. It was starting to turn dark and I was totally exhausted and drenched in sweat. I stumbled over to the empty stall that had been my bed the night before and collapsed into immediate sleep.
I woke with a start with sunlight shining on my face. I didn’t know what time it was, but it was well past dawn. I started toward the door with the intention of kneeling as I had on that first morning, but then I remembered Marci’s instructions that water was supposed to be pouring from the overflows of her daddy’s tank.
I went over to the pump and returned to the rhythm of pumping. As I pulled the handle up and pushed it down I wondered if I could stop and just pump for a while every few minutes, but almost as soon as I stopped pumping, water stopped flowing out the overflows, so I continued my slow steady action at the pump.
It again began to heat up rapidly in the barn, and the combination of heat, humidity, and my constant physical action soon had me slick with sweat. I don’t know how long I had been pumping when finally I heard the sound of the approaching ATV. It was accompanied by another motor noise that sounded like a pickup or large SUV. A few moments later the flash of light of the opening door announced the sisters’ arrival.
Darci spoke, “Well, well, well. You are a good boy, aren’t you, Mr. Trespasser. I want you to meet our sister, Staci.”
Staci stepped forward from behind her sister, Marci. She was a beautiful young woman in her early to mid-twenties. Very petite... almost doll-like. She kept her eyes cast down and just stood there in front of her sisters nervously pulling on the fingers of her hands.
“We’ve been telling Staci all about you, Mr. T.” said Marci. She was all excited, weren’t you Staci?” Staci just looked down at the ground and squirmed. “She wanted to see this hanging rig that you built out of daddy’s milk transport system. Didn’t you Staci?” Staci took a deep breath and looked over at the tanks and then over to me. “She was so interested that Darci and I went out the to shed where the rest of daddy’s junk is stored and got out a couple more of his tanks and modified them just like you did these two. Staci is going to join you later after we all have some other fun together, aren’t you Staci?”
Staci again took a very deep breath. She appeared to be quivering as if in fear, but it was apparent that it was actually sexual arousal. Staci was being totally turned-on by what her sister was saying.
Darci spoke, “Mr Tresspasser, there are two more tanks and hoists and tubing and ropes and all that in the back of the pickup. You go get them and get them set up in here all proper while Marci and I enjoy an early morning dip in the cool water of daddy’s tank up there.”
She then turned to Staci and sharply added, “And you help him, Staci.”
Staci turned toward her sister and Darci added, “We don’t want to get those clothes all dirty, do we Staci?” Staci shook her head in answer. “You know what that means don’t you Staci?”
Staci’s eyes widened as she answered softly, “Yes, ma’am.”
“So what does that mean, Staci? Tell me loud enough so Mr. Trespasser can clearly hear you.”
Staci swallowed hard as if the words were sticking in her throat but then lifted up her head and replied clearly, “You want me naked like the lowly animal that I am while I work to fulfill your wishes. If I please you, you will give me pleasure. If I displease you, you will punish me. In any case, I am yours to do with as you please.”
The measured way in which Staci spoke told me that this was not the first time that she had spoken these same words. Darci and Marci had trained Staci very well. She was theirs body and soul. As she removed her clothing I could see that it was a body well worth owning.
Finally Staci stood naked next to me. Her pale skin contrasted to my tan arms and legs. A light sheen of perspiration was beginning to appear on her body - perhaps from the heat of the barn, perhaps from an inner heat that was obviously warming within her.
“Show him your tattoos, Staci,” instructed Marci.
Staci blushed a bright red and mouthed a soft, “Please, no.”
“Now, Staci!” barked Darci and Staci took a few steps away from me and bend over at the waist. She was surprisingly limber and was able to bend fully down and press her breasts against the front of her legs.
With her in that position I could see everything between her legs. She was shaved totally smooth or the hair had been permanently removed. There were tattoos on each ass cheek that looked like the ear tags that were attached to cattle. On the left cheek the tag had an SSS brand and the words, “Property of Darci.” On the right cheek was a second tag with with the SSS brand and the words, “Property of Marci.” Small tattooed chains ran from the tags toward the center where in the area between Staci’s asshole and cunt was a tattoo that was copper colored and looked like the name tags that hung from show animals during fair time. It said in fancy script lettering, “Slave Slut Staci.”
I could have stood there reading the tattoos and watching the wetness drip from Staci’s swollen cunt for the rest of the morning, but Darci’s hand slapping my ass brought me back to reality as she said, “You two get all that stuff set up while Marci and I cool off. It could be a really hot day in here today,
For her size, Staci was surprisingly strong. She carried one of the tanks into the barn with no strain. She then showed me where a ladder was kept and we added the two hoists to the track system. The pickup had all the tools we needed and within an hour we had a duplicate of my initial system ready to go.
“It’s ready,” I shouted up to the girls in the tank.
“But we aren’t,” Darci replied. “I think we need to come up with something to keep you two busy for a while.”
I heard some splashing as they both got out of the tank and came down from the loft. While Marci went over and dug through her duffle bag, Darci pointed to a dry area in the stall and said, “Both of you over here. I want you on your sides back to back, head to feet, butt to butt. We are going to have a little contest.”
I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant, but both Staci and I lay down. I was on my right side, she was on her left side and we were in sort of a reverse spoon arrangement with our asses pressed together.
“Do you see this little item?” Marci said as she held up a large double-ended dildo about as thick as one of those heavy duty 3-cell flashlights and about half again as long. “I had this especially made by a company in Japan. You wouldn’t believe what it cost. You will believe what it can do, because it is going to be doing it inside you in just a few minutes.”
“Once this is inside both of you, I am going to push the blue button on this remote and it is going to inflate on the ends like a dog’s knot so it can’t come out of you. There are three settings, but since it will be in your ass, not a cunt, I am going to use only the first setting - as long as you behave.”
“Then I am going to press the pink button. That starts a timer for the electrical system. Every ten seconds, it will give you a little shock, just to let you know it is still there. But each time it shocks you, it will step up just slightly so that the next shock is a little stronger than the last one. Staci has had this baby in her cunt a couple of times and she doesn’t start squealing for ten or fifteen minutes so I think it must increase kind of slow.”
“The timer also controls a vibrator that will keep getting stronger and stronger along with the electrical shocks. And if it is on long enough, it will step the inflation up to the next level. Actually, I think there is a level four that the timer can do, but I’ve never left it in anybody long enough to find out.”
“All you have to do to stop this is for both of you to stand up, go over to the bench, and press the stop button on the remote. That would be way too easy, so we are going to add some handcuffs to slow you down a little bit.”
With that Marci grabbed my right hand and cuffed it to Staci’s left and then cuffed my left to Staci’s right.
“You see what you have to do, don’t you? You have to somehow rotate one of you so that your feet are both pointing in the same direction. Then you have to stand up... well at least you have to get on you feet. Once you are up, you have to get to the remote which I am going to leave over there on the bench. The black button shuts everything down. But be real careful which button you press, ‘cause the red buttons on either side of the black button will trigger a burst of the highest level shocks possible. One button is set for one minute. The other is set for five minutes. Darci and I will be back up in the tank cooling off and keeping each other company. We will be watching to see how you are doing. Have fun!”
With that Marci held up the remote we could see it as she pressed the blue and pink buttons. I immediately felt a swelling in my ass. The sound and vibration of a small pump continued for a while and the feeling went from fullness to stretching to pain. If this was the lowest setting, I wasn’t sure I could endure a higher one. Then I felt a very mild electric twitch as the timed pulses began. I could also feel a slight vibration that was continuous.
“You have any ideas how to get turned around,” I asked Staci. Her only answer was a grunt of pain as she adjusted to the monster swelling inside her bowels.
We tried several different things that didn’t work, but did use up time. The pulses were more than twitches now and I could feel my muscles spasm as each burst of electricity went through me. Finally I realized that the only way for us to get turned in the same direction was for one of us to lay face down flat on the ground while the other rotated themselves. The one rotating would have to pass their feet under our arms and then holding their arms over their heads cross our arms between us.
I wasn’t quite sure if we could really do that, but I knew for certain that I couldn’t. My legs were too long. It had to be Staci.
By the time we had agreed on exactly how we were going to do this, the shocks had passed the border of painful. Staci grunted with each pulse and soon I was joining her, but we had to get rotated in order to end this.
Getting into the right position didn’t sound too difficult, but as I rolled over onto my front, dragging Staci over on top of me it felt like the dog knot was going to tear me apart. Evidently it did the same to Staci as she panted, “Wait a minute. Wait a minute” once we had rolled over. Of course, it could have been something else because the vibrations from the dildo were also getting stronger and stronger. I could feel Staci’s juices on my skin so she was obviously getting aroused by this treatment.
After a short pause during which time we both received several increasingly painful shocks, I felt Staci begin to pull her legs up and start to rotate. Probably because she was tensing her muscles to move while I was trying to relax my muscles for more flexibility, the dildo rotated with her, turning like an axle in my rectum. I suddenly laughed as I thought that except for the painful shocks, the almost unbearable vibration, and the painfully awkward position, it wasn’t all that bad a sensation. Staci asked what I was laughing at and I told her I would explain it to her sometime after we had gotten out of this.
Staci had rotated almost all of the way around when suddenly I heard and felt the pump kick it. “No, no,” she shouted and stopped.
“Keep going, keep going,” I cried. Finish before it gets too big.
Luckily she was able to complete the rotation before the pump had increased the knot very much because I don’t think she could have turned once it was enlarged. I felt like it was tearing me apart. I don’t know how Staci, who was much smaller than me, could stand it.
We were now on our side, back to back and ass to ass, but with our feet facing in the same direction. The only problem is that we were both bent over severely at the waist to keep our assholes aligned with the monster that held us together. We tried for several minutes to get up to our feet, but it just wasn’t possible. I really can’t tell you how we did it, but spurred on by the ever more painful jolts to our insides, we finally found ourselves standing on our feet.
Actually standing is an overstatement. We were on our feet bowed down impaled by a large, vibrating, thunderbolt. Each shock caused our legs to twitch and threatened to topple us. We crab walked over to the bench seeking to end our torment, but getting there was only half of it. We now had to press the black button on the remote.
I heard a soft voice from above say, “This should be interesting” as both Staci and I tried without success to grab - or even touch the remote. With our arms tangled behind us it was impossible to do. I tried to bend over far enough to push the button with my nose, but I couldn’t bend far enough. We turned around and Staci also tried, but again she failed.
“We have to get down on our knees,” suggested Staci. Then she added, “I have the smallest nose, so I should be the one to push the button.” It took a few moments, but we finally were able to get to our knees with my legs outside Staci’s. We shuffled around a little and finally Staci said, “I’ve got it.”
I felt her bend down further and suddenly all hell broke loose inside me. It was like lightning bolts blasting away. I could feel sparks jump between my ass cheeks and Staci’s. She was screaming and I was yelling and from above I could hear Darci and Marci applauding.
I don’t know if it was the one minute red button or the five minute red button, but it seemed to go on forever. Finally it stopped. I felt Staci bend again and then I heard her say, “I can’t. What if I miss again. I can’t. You do it.”
That meant several more minutes of scooting around to get me in position, during which time the shocks became even more intense. Finally I was in position and I understood Staci’s problem. I couldn’t just push my nose against the remote. I would have to bounce downward in order to reach it and I would have to be exactly aligned when I began my bounce. I made a practice bounce and hesitated not sure of whether or not I could hit the black button, but then I heard that damn pump start up again. I bounced downward and hit the remote with my nose.
There was no painful burst of punishment. Instead the vibration stopped. The pulses stopped. And the pump changed tone as it switched from inflation to deflation.
Staci began crying as the dildo’s dog knots finally totally deflated and she was able to pull forward off of that instrument of torture. I straightened up and felt it slide from my body by it’s own weight.
As we struggled to our feet, Marci and Darci came down from the loft and Marci unlocked the cuffs from our wrists. “Darci didn’t think you could do it,” said Marci. She was even willing to make a little bet with me that I will collect on later, but right now we have a couple more things to do before we go.”
“What do you think, Darci? We should only need about 200 gallons of water in the main tank for what we want to do, right?”
Darci shook her head and then went over to the drain valve on the main tank and opened it. The tubing which I had set up to lead the water into the tanks was not in place, so the water just poured onto the barn floor, turning it into a sea of mud. When the tank guage read 200, Darci closed the valves and inserted the tubing into the tops of the four tanks.
“Staci, you made a mistake and hit the red button, didn’t you?” asked Marci.
Staci’s eyes widened in fear as she meekly nodded her head.
“You deserve to be punished, don’t you?” added Darci.
Staci again nodded.
“Since your mistake hurt Mr. T, here, he is the one who is going to punish you. I want you to go lay face down in that big puddle of mud over there and spread your legs. Mr. Trespasser is going to fuck you in the ass while you lie in the mud like the useless pig that you are.”
Staci looked at me and then at her sisters and then walked over to the large area of mud, knelt down and slowly lowered herself into the mire.
“Well what are you waiting for,” barked Marci and I followed Staci over to the mud puddle.
I was rock hard and Staci was stretched and ready from the dildo we had both endured. She began to wail as I thrust myself into her. It was not a cry of pain, but of intense pleasure. She ground herself into the mud below her as I continued driving into her ass. Finally she was keening a high pitch sound of orgasm and thrashing beneath me nearly out of her mind. I exploded within her with all of the sexual tension and energy which had been building up in me over the past three days.
I was still laying on top of her when Darci walked over in front of us and spoke. “We need to eventually have an heir to take over the farm and have been looking for a stud to service Staci. If the whelp is strong, he or she will eventually run the business. If not, well, Staci can always use some company when Marci and I want to play with her.”
“I am proposing a marriage and business arrangement to you Mr. Trespasser. One week from today, you marry Staci right here in this barn. I own a couple of the justices in this county and one of them would be more than happy to make it official. You become our brother-in-law and hired hand. You get to fuck Staci regularly. Hell, you might even get a shot at Marci and me once in a while. In return you and Staci let Marci and I play with you at least once a month. It is what anyone would call a ‘win-win’ situation.”
“If you agree, then what I want you to do is to come over here and lay down with your head up next to Marci’s. I want you to be able to look each other in the eye as I do to you what you just did to her.”
My mind was again screaming, “Get the hell out of here,” but my body acted on its own. I pulled out of Staci and walked around above her and lowered myself into the mud. As I felt Darci kneel astride me, I looked into Staci’s eyes and said, “Will you marry me?”
She responded by grabbing my head and forcing her tongue into my mouth just as her sister forced her strapon into my ass. As Darci continued thrusting, I found myself pushing back to meet her just as Staci had pushed back to meet me. Eventually, Darci collapsed on top of me and lay there breathing heavily for several minutes.
“Come over here,” I heard Marci say. She was standing next to the suspension systems and had moved the two systems together on the tracks. “I think we will let you two hang around for a while down here while Darci and I go back up to the house and make some arrangements. Once you are finished hanging around, you and Staci can walk up to your car and she will direct you up to the house so we can finalize all details.”
Staci and I both lay down on the ground again - this time on our backs, and Darci and Marci attached the boots and cuffs to the chains of the hoists. Marci then opened the tank valve and the small tanks filled and Staci and I were raised up into the air so that we were facing each other.
“See you about nightfall,” said Darci. “Clean yourself up a little before you come up to the house. I don’t want mud all over everything.”
Darci then went over to the bench and started getting dressed. After she was dressed, she picked up Staci’s clothes and my clothes. “You won’t need these for a while,” she said as she put them in her duffle bag.
End of Chapter Five:
Epilogue:
The wedding was everything I was afraid it might be. We stood face to face while everyone swatted our asses with belts. Then the bride was forced to give blow jobs all around, and the groom ate out every pussy in the place and assisted the bride on seconds. After the guests had left, Darci, Marci, Staci and I “consummated” the marriage with a four way sandwich. Marci fucked Staci’s ass while I fucked her cunt and Darci fucked my ass. Then they left us alone in the barn chained together for the our wedding night.
The next day they took me to a tattoo parlor in a large town a couple of counties away. The owner closed the shop, but let most of his regulars watch as he tattooed the “ear tags” on my right and left butt cheeks. I didn’t know that I was going to be on public display while he worked and I might have not gone through with it except that Darci already had me naked and strapped down before I realized there was going to be an audience. I was really embarrassed about the fact that my body hair had been removed. For now it was with a cream, but Darci said a more permanent removal would be done later. In any case, I was as naked and hairless and embarrassed as I had been at age nine back in my cousin’s barn.
The tats on my ass cheeks weren’t too bad, but the name tag between my asshole and scrotum hurt like hell. I asked Darci what it said and she just laughed and said that she hadn’t been in a position to read it. It wasn’t until we were back home that I again asked Staci to tell me what it said. I had to bend way over just like she had done that day so she could read it to me.
“The sides,” she began, “are just like mine. They have an SST brand and say ‘Property of Darci’ and Property of Marci.’”
“But what does the name tag say?” I asked.
“It says,” Staci answered with a smile, “Slut Stud Trespasser.”
THE END.
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