PART 1 – The Guy

Even without the storm that had added a unique atmosphere to my first ‘session’ with the Little Girl, the woods still looked sombre, overbearing and scary. The trees were rugged, gnarled and stark naked … much like she would be tomorrow, and her little friend – if indeed she came.

Smiling up at the looming structure before me, I knew that I had found my tree. It wasn’t a cross, but a very wide, almost flat trunk with branches sprouting at either side. Easily wide enough to nail the crossbeam onto, with my Little Girl attached to it.

Nodding with satisfaction I also noted the dense surroundings and the nearby stream. Could I make it back here in the dark? Yes of course I could. I could even park my vehicle close by, which gave me quick access to the medical necessities and any ‘accessories’ that would feed my pleasures.

I was erect just thinking about it. I could see her up there, naked, groaning, blood running down her arms and feet from the nails, mounted on the sedile which opened her wide and penetrated deep …

Fuck!

Time to head back. I dialled my wife’s phone. “Need anything when I pass the supermarket love?” I asked as the car started up.

“Not today honey, just get whatever for yourself to eat while I’m gone, but not too much chocolate, d’you hear?” Her admonishing words came with a smiling undertone.

“How was the gym?” She asked before the call ended.

“Busy love, everyone doing their New Year Resolution work out. That’s why I was longer.”

“Oh well, no problem, see you soon dear.”

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That was yesterday. Today, the third of January 2020, I had dropped my wife at the station at 9am and headed back home. The next three hours had been spent in my garage with the automatic doors closed and the internal light on, with me smoothing and cutting and planing down wood until I had a long phallus shaped length. It had a thick girth sprouting out from a wooden base which was connected to the cock by a long screw ready to be affixed to the tree such that it stood vertically, impaling my Little Girl whenever she felt the need to relax her stretched body.

I had bought long iron nails. Not quite like old Roman ones but they were a unique, individual shape, sort of square in length with a flat surface to hammer home. I bought ten of them from the local hardware store and they cost one pound fifty pence each!

“What are these for?” The store owner asked with a sincere sounding inquiry.

“Building a shrub growing frame in the garden for the Spring, and want a vintage finish. These will be perfect …” The lies were coming easily now.

So now here I was at the hotel. The sedile, my tools, the accessories, the medical kit with bandages galore in it, along with the large, thick fallen branch to act as the cross beam, were all in the back of my Range Rover out in the car park.

I had brought just one thing inside with me when checking in an hour or so ago … my whip … oh and the ball gag, so two things, I guess. This time we had a suite. Two bedrooms and a living room, with a large French window to look out of … should the wish to do that arise.

And now I sat waiting in the lobby. The hotel wasn’t as busy this time, post New Year. Everyone was back at work. The gym entrance was probably the busiest place, even at this time of day on a Friday. I had my Starbucks Latte on the table, almost finished.

Checking the time, it was almost 4pm. Would they come? Something told me that nothing was more certain. Certainly my Little Girl would be here, and to be honest, she was all that I needed.

Then I saw her … saw them. Wow! Her Friend … wow!

Taller than my Little Girl, a striking redhead, with a tattooed body.



I could tell that because her blouse was opened to a point way below her cleavage, making it obvious she wore no bra … just as I ordered. Gorgeous!

“Hi …” My Little Girl said making her way over to me with her friend in tow, “This is my friend.”

I smiled up at her from my seat. My Little Girl did not proffer her friend’s name and I did not ask.

“Open the zipper on your jeans,” I said to the friend without further pleasantries. I needed to convince myself that she could be submissive. Her groin was just about at my head height.

With a glance at my Little Girl, who nodded in response, the friend moved her fingers to punch loose the button on her jeans, and with a deft, nervous look around the immediate vicinity she wound the zip down.

I reached up and parted the denim with the zip to see for myself.

More tattooes. A naked mound. No panties. Good girl.

I nodded and stood.

“Fasten yourself up,” I instructed, and as the friend did as I instructed, I slipped my hand inside her open blouse to feel her flesh for myself. Seeing her swallow hard as I palmed her nipple, my cock stiffened.

Pulling my hand free, I placed my hand on the neck of my Little Girl. “Happy New Year,” I said, “I missed you.”

Then I pulled her mouth to mine.

“I missed you too,” she replied when I freed her lips.

I smiled and nodded. “Here is the key to suite number 5 on the second floor. Go there now. You will remain fully clothed, but your friend will strip naked. You will find four lengths of rope. Ties her spread eagled, face up, to the bed corners. Then finger her until she wants to cum. Keep doing that but DO NOT let her climax …”

I heard the friend gasp, and saw my Little Girl’s eyes light up.

“I will have another coffee and then I will join you. I too have a key, so will let myself in when I am ready. You will continue this process until I get there … Now go.”

Part 2 – The Girl

Look around and there he is, nursing his coffee.

I touch Abi on the arm, she looks at me. I nod. We go towards him.

Hi, I say. This is my friend.

She smiles.

He looks her over. She’s so fuckin beautiful. I can tell he likes the girl I’ve brought. I can tell what he’s thinking.

He instructs her to open her jeans. I nod to her that she should. She does it straight away. He will like her tats. He touches her.

She doesn’t flinch. She’s fucking good. I think she wants this, just like she said she did.

I’m feeling excited. Butterfly-thrilled. I am so fucking excited to be back here. To be thinking of what he will do to me and …. to Abi.

He gives more instructions.

Go to the room.

Undress. Her that is.

Tie her to the bed. Me that is.

Finger her. Don’t let her cum. Bastard.

We go.

He’s not what I expected, she says.

Older?

I don’t know whether he is or isn’t. I don’t know his name. I don’t fucking care.

Lie down sweetie, I say.

I tie her tight.

She whimpers.

Like it?

Yeah. Lots.

TIghter?

Yeah.

I stroke her sweet cunt, lick her sweet tats.

She’s moaning.

So I stop.

Like he said.

She’s wanting so much to cum.

Begging.

Don’t worry, I say. This is for starters. He’s a bastard. That’s what’s great about him.

I look at her.

So fucking lovely.

I look at her and feel a grievous pain deep inside myself.

She is so beautiful.

I want to cum with her so much.

I look at her and know that tomorrow I will be crucified, because he has promised to crucify me.

I will hang from a tree, naked and whipped and will look at her, naked and whipped.

And it will be what we want.

And I don’t fuckin care if he kills me if the last thing I am looking at is her beautiful body and her beautiful face.

She’s so fucking lovely.

And I so much want to hurt again. Badly. To really hurt.

The door opens…

I stroke her again, slowly, slowly…

I look around, and there he is….

Part 3 – The Guy

Holy crap she was stunning. My Little Girl would always be the special one, and she too was very attractive with her pretty features and nubile body, and the way she looked with her flesh split open and blood oozing over her smooth, soft skin, but the friend …

… Wow … she really was something else.

A shock of long red hair and body art that was a masterpiece in itself. And now here she lay, tied to the corners of one of the beds in my … in our … hotel suite, her thighs parted and glistening with the pre-release of her juices, her labia open and exposed along with her blood engorged clitoris …

The Little Girl saw me enter the room and stood back from her kneeling position on the bed.

“Stay where you are Little One and feed her your fingers to her so that she may dry them for you and taste herself while doing so.”

Swallowing hard, and without speaking, the Little Girl placed her used digits at the mouth of her friend who, after a quick glance up into the eyes that now leaned into her, and an even quicker glance at me, she sucked the proffered tips in between her lips and dried them as instructed.

“Good girls. Now you, Little Girl, step away from the bed and stand by the window looking out of it.”

Clearly more than a little confused, she obeyed and offered no resistance or dissention as I secured rope around her wrists and pulled her arms high, before … and having to stand on a chair to do this … I tied the rope off to the heavy iron curtain rod above the large glass pane.

“You will not turn around. You will look out over the dark car park as people come and go. They might see you, but you are still fully dressed and they won’t know what they are looking at. But you will just stare outwards and not turn around. You will listen to your friend and I, but you will not look … do you understand me?”

I could hear the sadness, frustration and confusion in her voice as my Little Girl replied, “Yes I understand.”

Smiling I returned to the bed and the cornucopia of delights offered up to me from the naked spread-eagled body of the friend.

“Are you scared?” I asked.

She bit on her lip and nodded. Perfect.

I grinned and knelt between her thighs.

“May I fuck you?” I spoke softly, and from the widening of her eyes it was obvious that the friend was now also confused. Maybe she didn’t expect me to ask.

“I’m no rapist,” I clarified, “… so answer me.’’

“Yes,” her response was simple … unambiguous.

I heard a moan, but it wasn’t from the friend, it was uttered from the mouth of my Little Girl, who I knew would not turn around, but she could see some of what I was doing through the reflective glass, and she could hear us for sure.

I took out my cock and smiled as the friend’s eyes moved along its length. Her slit was open and flowing with juices that had been created through the attentive ministrations of my Little Girl.

I positioned myself, the swollen head nudging the split between her thighs open. Then I thrust. The friend arched and cried out.

And I fucked her … the friend … hard and fast and oh, so deep.

“Fuck, ohhhhh my Go …” Her body arching continued as I screwed my desires into her.

Then I came and with the assistance of my fingers at the point of where our bodies joined, so did she.

Satiated, spent … I pulled away from her. The friend lay unmoving … just staring.

Back at my Little Girl, still dripping cock replaced inside my jeans, I moved behind her and whispered into her ear.

“Did you hear me fucking your friend?”

“Yes” she replied equally as quietly.

“Did you want it to be you?” I left it ambiguous as to what I actually meant by that, but still she whispered “Yes.”

With a grin I unfastened her wrists and turned her to face me.

“Sweater off.” Gripping the sides of her pullover without delay she pulled it off over her head.

“Jeans.” I ordered. She obeyed along with her Adidas trainers.

Standing only in her underwear and socks I reached out to touch her skin where she had been cut and opened just a couple of weeks earlier.

“Nice,” I commented as I moved my touch lightly over her fading scars. Flipping her around I repeated my analysis on her back.

“You heal well Little Girl,” I said matter-of-factly, “Which is good, very good. I hope it is the same for your friend.”

I turned her again to face me. Placing my hand on her neck I slowly moved my lips to hers and kissed her. She returned the kiss and our mouths opened, each pressured to do so by the other’s allowing our tongues to embrace.

“I missed you Little Girl.”

“I missed you too,” she looked into my gaze, her own eyes wide, wet and bright.

I switched my vision to the whip and large red ball gag laying at the side of my bag. It wasn’t a scourge, that was for the woods. But it was many lashed, with hard, knotted tips designed to hurt … a lot.

“Now take off your underwear Little One, fetch the whip and gag from over there. Gag your friend because we can’t afford the noise, and then lash her exposed body hard until she is red and open …”



Part 4 – The Girl

He tells me to let her lick my fingers and I do.

He tells me to stand facing the window and I do.

He ties me up, stretched up and arms spread against the window so anyone can see me and all I can see is a dark reflection of Abi on the bed.

I wish he’d tied me naked.

He fucks her.

I listen to him fucking her. To her being fucked by him.

I can see a dim image of her moving. Of him fucking her.

I think he thinks she’s beautiful. She is. Fucking gorgeous.

I think he thinks she’s more beautiful than me. And she is. I fucking hate him.

I wonder if I should have brought her at all.

I want to turn and look but there’s just the car park and people coming and going and not knowing what the fuck is going on in this room. Me him and Abi. Fucking crazy kids.

He tells me to undress. I do.

I like it now I’m naked.

I like being one of the two naked girls, here to do what he says. Here to be hurt. I so fucking want him to hurt me. More than he hurts her.

I want to feel so much pain. In that fucking wood.

He tells me to gag her.

She looks at me, her sweet fucking face.

She looks at me with her lovely bare breasts and beautiful tats and she wants me to.

I do.

In her mouth. A little ball gag to stop her screams.

I know what’s coming I think.

I don’t know. I never know.

Not him, me.

He wants me to whip her.

I look at her looking so fucking lovely.

I can’t hurt her tits. I just can’t.

I raise the whip.

I’m shit at this.

First time I almost stop. Too soft.

He shakes his head.

I know. Shit.

Second time I do it right.

Hard on her belly.

Her whole body recoils.

Her eyes go wide and stare at me.

I know she wants me to stop and to carry on and I want to make her cum and make her bleed.

I like it now.

I hate it now.

I hit her again and again.

Her fingers tighten into her palms.

Her legs kick.

Her head bashes from side to side. Her hair messes up. Her mouth is pouring drool over her chin.