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SPRING BREAK
Ch 2
I spent all of Saturday night and part of the next morning tied face down to my bed. The boys whipped and fucked me, over and over and over. The night seemed to blur as I fell asleep every time they left me alone, only to be startled awake with by a whip smack across my butt, or a cock rammed up my ass. I remember at one point feeling the weight of someone's body on my back and his snores in my ear as one of the boys had fallen asleep atop me. It wasn't bad, his body kept me warm.
One time I jerked awake to piercing scream. I heard my daughter Kathy shrieking in her room as they tortured her. I assumed that her brother Tom was yanking on her nipples with pliers again. He always seems to know the best way to torment his sister. Kathy loves having her breasts tortured and actually has orgasms from the pain. She discovered it when she was fourteen and I gave her permission to be tortured. The first time her brothers pinched her nipples with a pincer she fainted from ecstasy. That same evening they worked on my breasts for hours trying to make me come the same way. I liked it, but have never been able to come the way my daughter does. That hasn't stopped the boys from continuing the effort.
I lay awake for a while listening to the boys talking and laughing while Kathy shrieked. From the sound of things my niece Ann wasn't being ignored either. The sounds of fucking mixed with the smack of a whip came from her room. Being a mother I long ago learned to tell exactly which part of the house noises were coming from.
I woke up and found that I was curled up under the blankets. My blindfold was gone but I still wore the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I glanced at the clock. It was ten am. I rolled onto my back and yelped when my back, tender from the whip, made contact with the bed. I lay still for a moment getting used to the pain, and the tingle it produced in my pussy, then I stretched contentedly and lay there lazily looking up at the ceiling. The house was quiet
After a long lazy while I got up and tiptoed through the house. Both girls were asleep in their beds. One of Tom's guests was curled up next to Ann, his arm was over her body protectively.
I looked in on my daughter. Like me, Kathy still wore her cuffs but she was flat on her back sleeping soundly. Snores came from the boys' rooms and the guest bedrooms.
I went down to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. The morning was warm and humid and I walked naked down the drive to get the Sunday papers. The house sits so far from the road that I didn't worry about being seen.
I sat on the porch and read the paper. I drank cup after cup of coffee, realizing that I'd only had a sandwich and a glass of milk since everything began Friday evening. I was starving but dreaded the idea of cooking breakfast for that entire mob of boys and girls.
One of the boys came down to the kitchen. His name was Peter. He was in his shorts and looked far too bright and chipper for someone who'd just spent two nights and a day torturing women. He poured himself a cup of coffee and joined me on the porch. Peter was nice and polite. He comes from a good family in Florida. It turned out that while I'd never met his folks, my husband had done business with his father.
Peter is a gentleman, I saw him pretending not to look at my nude body. I teased him for a while, crossing and uncrossing my legs until finally I laughed and spread my legs.
"Go head and look all you want. You've seen me naked before," I laughed. "How many times did you fuck me last night? How many times did you whip my body?" His cock popped through the fly of his shorts. He blushed sweetly and tried to poke it back inside.
"I fucked you lots of times, Ma am," he said. "I lost count but I sure liked it."
"What about torturing me?" I asked. "Did you like that too?"
"Yes ma am."
"Have you ever tortured a woman before?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"Well remember, you should only torture ladies who like it," I said. "Never hurt a girl who doesn't enjoy pain."
"This is all pretty new to me," he confessed. "Are there many ladies who like to be tortured?"
"Heavens, yes," I said. "But the trick is finding the ones that do."
He nodded. "That's some trick though. I mean, , , do I just ask them?"
"Its just like dating," I told him. "You must always be a gentleman about the way you approach the question, but yes, once you meet a girl and get to know her well enough to think she might be receptive, just ask her."
He nodded thoughtfully.
I glanced wearily at the kitchen.
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
"Yes Ma am. Starving."
"I ought to be a good hostess and make breakfast, but I'm just too tired. Besides, all those corpses upstairs will be coming to life at different times. If I cook now it will be cold by the time the last one is awake." I glanced at his cock, poking through his shorts again. "Can I offer you a bribe to do something for me?"
"Sure thing, Ma am."
I got out of my chair and crawled to between his legs. I grasped the legs of his shorts in my teeth and tugged it. His cock flew upward. I nuzzled it with my forehead.
"If you'll drive my car into town and bring back breakfast from the deli, I'll suck your cock."
"Oh, I'd do it anyway Mrs. Albers," he said. "You wouldn't have to , , , do that."
I tugged his shorts again with my teeth. "But I like doing it."
He lifted his hips and I slid his shorts off. I crossed my wrists behind my back, pretending they were tied, and slipped my lips around his cock. It occurred to me that this cock had been inside my pussy, my ass and likely my mouth before, as well as the girls' pussies, and asses. Oh well.
When he came, I let his cum spurt onto my face. I love college age boys, they seem to be able to come any time and they produce gallons. I adore having a man come in my face.
After he rested a moment, Peter went upstairs and dressed. When he came down I gave him some money, the keys to my Mercedes and directions to a breakfast deli in town. I told him to bring back enough food for twice as many people as were in the house. I've had lots of experience with teen aged appetites, especially when the teenagers have been expending a lot of energy.
I went to my room and showered for an hour. I slipped into loose shorts and a tee shirt. My skin was too tender for underwear so I went panty and bra less.
Peter had returned with the food and a couple of other boys were in the kitchen eating. They rose politely when I entered.
Mark entered leading Ann on a leash. She was naked and had her hands bound behind her back. She was pouting. "Aunt Beth, will you please tell him that slave night is over," she said to me.
Mark made a magical pass with his hands over her head. "I hear by declare that slave night is now become slave weekend," he pronounced. The boys applauded.
Ann stamped her foot. "No fair!" she cried. "I've been tied up for two nights now!"
"And you'll stay tied up for at least one more," Mark said. He yanked her across his lap and spanked her several times. She wriggled and tried to frown, but a smile peeped around the corners of her mouth.
"Aunt Beth, help," she cried.
"Sorry dear, but I'm too tired," I answered.
"She can't help you," Mark told Ann, "She's in slave status too."
"Oh no I'm not," I said firmly. He ignored me and rummaged through a drawer until he found a pair of handcuffs. He approached me with them. The guests watched wide eyed.
"Ok Mom, hands behind your back."
I laughed helplessly and extended my wrists. "Slave status or not, I'm issuing a command," I said. "The girls and I are exhausted. You may extend slave night to cover tonight, but we get a break during the day. No sex or torture until sundown."
Mark considered it, then shrugged. "Ok, but you and the girls have to wear chains all day long."
I shrugged and nodded.
"And you have to be naked," he grinned wickedly.
"Deal," I said resignedly. I stripped off my shorts and tee shirt. Mark cuffed my hands in front and slipped a hobble on my ankles. He showed one of the other boys how to fit Ann out the same way.
"Do you have bondage stuff all over the house?" one boy asked amazed.
"Yup, pretty much in every room," Mark told him. "You never know when you'll need to tie up a woman and you don't want to have to hunt all over the house for the things you need."
"That's not quite true," I said. "Its just that handcuffs and ropes end up lying every where when someone is finished using them, and so they get put away where ever a handy place can be found."
"Oh."
"Would one of you go and wake up Kathy," I asked. "You can bring her down in chains, but tell her its time for breakfast."
There was a mad stampede toward the stairs.
We spent the day relaxing. The boys played frisbee and tossed a football on the lawns while the girls and I lounged by the pool. The girls grumbled about having to wear chains but I could tell that they secretly enjoyed themselves. They liked having the boys look at them, and the boys stared every time one of us got up to walk. I think there's nothing cuter than a girl mincing around in leg irons. It makes her breasts jiggle enticingly. The girls had difficulty walking and toppled over onto the grass more than once, to the boys' delight. I had no difficulty walking in hobbles, having worn restraints since my wedding day, but I jiggled for the boys anyway.
The boys barbecued a late lunch and in the afternoon everyone napped. I fell asleep on a chaise lounge and awoke to find that someone had locked my ankles and wrists to the frame. The girls were in the same situation and no amount of pleading and pouting would get the boys to release us until Tom and Mark made us agree to let them hang us on the gallows tree after sunset.
The guests had to be told what that entailed, and a couple of them were shocked to hear that they were going to hang us by our necks. Mark explained that we wouldn't die, we would just be hung for a few minutes at a time and be lowered any time we were close to being injured. I had to reassure our guests that I have been hung many times in the past, and while there was a slight danger, the plus side was that we slaves would have orgasms that were intense beyond belief.
The boys made the nooses and looped them over a limb. The girls eyed them nervously all afternoon. They had never been hung yet, but I was excited. My husband hung me up and whipped me on our wedding night and I remember that cosmic orgasm to this day.
As soon as the sun went down we were yanked out of our chairs and our wrists retied behind our backs. The boys used rope and to my delight they tied us very tightly. Kathy even taunted them by asking to have her ropes made tighter and questioned their ability to tie proper knots. They also tied our legs together, which I don't like, I prefer being able to kick my legs and let everyone see my pussy when I'm being hanged.
The guests watched wide eyed as Mark slipped a noose over my head and snugged it against my neck. He handed the end to his brother and they lifted me off my feet. A wild thrill shot through my belly when I felt the rope tighten. My vision went dim and of course I couldn't breathe. They held me for a minute then lowered me. Mark loosened the noose.
"Are you ok, Ma am?" one of the guests asked, very concerned. I smiled and nodded.
"Do it again," I said. I came the third time they hoisted me up.
The girls had never been hung. Ann looked a little worried, but Kathy was so excited that she was trembling. She had an orgasm the first time they hoisted her up. Her cousin watched wide eyed at the expression of pure ecstasy on Kathy's face. She hopped closer to her noose.
Mark watched carefully as we were hung and whipped. I was touched that he didn't get to whip us, so concerned about our safety he was.
They untied our legs and tied them wide apart to other limbs, that way they could fuck us while we were supported by our nooses. After about a hundred orgasms they carried us to our rooms and the serious fucking began.
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