A Public Spanking & Gang Bang

BDSM Dark Erotic Stories Spanking Do you think, my dear friend, that one day I will have some happy news to tell you? Maybe one day. But I doubt that day will be soon. It seems that every time I tell you things can’t get worse, they do exactly that.

I woke up in the corner of the room I had fallen asleep in after Mr. Kozlov’s cruel girlfriend experience. The events, emotions and most of all his final words to me before he walked out, came crashing into my consciousness as soon as I awoke and I began to shake. I had to avoid seeing him again! I had to do something to make sure he wouldn’t find me because I knew that the next time I saw him he was going to make me suffer more than ever. Each time it seemed to get worse. He doesn’t always hurt my body, but he always, always plays with my mind in such an impossibly cruel and hurtful way. And this last time he had hurt my heart too. Would he really edit the film and send a DVD to Taun? How would he know where to send it? Would Mr. Negulesco help him?

I didn’t know whether I was more afraid of the pain Mr. Kozlov could inflict upon my body or the torment he could put my mind, heart and soul through. But I did know that each time I saw him he would do one or both and I would have no choice but to fall and break each time.

It was almost a week before I saw him again. Luckily the other men I met were fairly normal; they just wanted sex and obviously didn’t care if I enjoyed myself or hated it. One man was interesting though. He didn’t tell me his name and he didn’t stay for very long but we chatted for a while next to the bookshelves in the living room area and he seemed nice. He smiled a lot. He kept asking me questions and seemed very amused by my answers and he even did as I asked a few times. I wish he had stayed longer.

I was beginning to relax, just slightly, and had started to think – to hope and pray – that Mr. Kozlov had gone away on a long business trip or found something or someone else more entertaining than torturing me.

I was sitting in the library reading a book, hoping the nice man who had been a little bit kind to me would find me again. I even managed to lose myself in the story the way I used to when I was little and would escape boredom by diving into an imaginary world and living there for a while. Boredom! Ha! That was the only thing I used to fear. Now I needed the escape from a reality that was far more terrifying.

I don’t know if I shivered from cold or fear, but even before I looked up I knew that the man standing in front of me, blocking the heat from the fireplace and casting a shadow over my soul, was Mr. Kozlov. I felt my heart beat stop and all blood drained from my face as I looked up, slowly, not wanting to see him but somehow feeling compelled to seek out his eyes. The man is a vampire. I swear he has done something to me. Vampires don’t exist. They don’t. But Mr. Kozlov is a vampire.

His kind smile and gentle voice made me want to cry. “Hello Clara. How have you been? I’m sorry I was away for so long. Have you missed me?”

I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t make any words come out.

“Well, that’s okay, I can see you are overwhelmed by your emotions and that’s very touching. I have missed you very much and have been thinking about you. You know, maybe you’re not quite ready for that punishment after all.”

My eyes were lost in his pale pools of hypnosis. Was he really going to spare me? I managed to stand, trembling slightly, and mutter a shy, “Thank you.”

He nodded humbly. “You’re welcome, Clara. Yes, I think we need to postpone the punishment until your training is further advanced. Of course, I am happy to take on a large part of that training but I think it only fair that the other gentlemen be allowed to participate also.”

I watched, horrified, as Mr. Kozlov cleared his throat and then said in a loud voice, “Gentlemen of the Retreat. If any of you are interested in participating in this prisoner’s training please let me know. She is begging to be taken outside and used by as many of you as possible and I think it only fair we oblige her.”

I saw several men look up and over at us and I shrank back against the wall for support and imagined protection.

Mr. Kozlov turned back to me and his evil eyes were gleaming. “We’ll see how many men join tonight’s party. I do hope you get at least a dozen. Although I suppose even just three would be fine so that each of your holes are well and truly used.”

I started to sob. “Please… please don’t. Can’t you just take me into a room and use me privately? You know I hate it when there are other men around. And if they are all… all… touching and…” I couldn’t go on, the image that was building in my mind was too awful.

Mr. Kozlov looked down at me and, moving closer, putting his arms against the wall, caging me in, he said, “But Clara, it is only part of your training. It won’t be so bad. You have to learn to obey without question and it doesn’t matter who is telling you to do what, you must do it without hesitation. You are not at that point yet and so you must be taught. That is all. You may even enjoy yourself tonight. Not all men like the things I do, you know. They don’t all enjoy watching a girl scream in pain.”

Suddenly, as if on cue, we heard a terrifying scream coming from the third floor and looked up. Mr. Kozlov laughed. “Then again, maybe you won’t enjoy it.” He shrugged. “But I will. And that’s all that matters.”

My eyes were so full of tears I didn’t see the man approach until he spoke. Mr. Kozlov turned around to greet him. I stayed pinned against the wall by fear.

“Ah, Kyle!” I saw them shake hands and they obviously knew each other. I vaguely recognized the other man. He is often at the Retreat although I hadn’t seen him do anything particularly awful to any of the girls at least not in public anyway. “Any ideas for the slut’s training? I welcome any input.”

I looked at Kyle, desperately hoping to see even a tiny glimpse of kindness in his eyes. He looked me up and down briefly, then turned back to Mr. Kozlov and appeared to be thinking. He opened his mouth, as though about to speak, but then shook his head. “Nah, never mind, I’d hate to break the poor girl. You get started on her and I’ll join you shortly. I have some business to attend to.”

Kyle walked away and Mr. Kozlov turned back to me. I was shaking. “Well, it seems he prefers to surprise you so you’ll just have to wait and let the suspense build.”

What was building by the minute was the awful image of everything that could happen to me tonight if Mr. Kozlov was joined by other men and they all did whatever they liked.

I suddenly clung to him, begging and pleading. “Please… I’ll do anything else… You can do whatever you like to me…. anything! I won’t complain! I’ll let you do anything at all! Please don’t do this.”

“Ah, my darling, you really just can’t keep your hands off me can you! I know you love me very much – you have told me that many times – and you want all my attention just for you but I can’t be selfish you know. It wouldn’t be fair to the other men to keep you locked away in a room all to myself when they could be enjoying you too. I have to think of them and also of your education. What sort of a gentleman would I be if I let my own selfish desires override your obvious need of training?”

Then he grabbed me by the wrist and began dragging me towards the front door. In a loud voice he said, “If anyone is interested in joining in, we’ll be just outside.”

I pulled against him as hard as I could but although he only had one hand around my wrist he seemed to have no trouble in dragging me outside and down the steps. I almost fell as I heard a few men laugh and cheer as we passed them.

“Enjoy!”

“Good luck!”

“I’ll be there as soon as I’ve finished with this bitch.”

Still holding my wrist impossibly tightly Mr. Kozlov stopped just outside the Mansion’s doors. He looked around, and seemed to be thinking about where best to take me. He finally pulled me along to a small clearing just to the side of the house.

Letting go of my wrist he glared down at me saying, “We’re going to wait a few minutes and see who turns up.” His face softened as he added with a sickening smile, “But don’t worry, Clara dear, even if it’s just you and me I’m sure it will be a memorable evening. We always have such a great time together, don’t we?”

I nodded, tears in my eyes, feeling thoroughly miserable. I looked down as I realized I was desperately hoping that it would only be him. The threat of all the other men made a night with him alone seem so good and so desirable it terrified me how much I wanted him.

He tilted my head up gently with one finger so I was looking into his eyes and smiled. It was not a kind smile. “While we’re waiting, take off your clothes. It will save us time when the men get here and hopefully attract more of a crowd.”

As I was undressing, we heard someone approach and Mr. Kozlov turned around, clearly eager to see who would be joining him in his games. It was Kyle. The two men laughed and chatted for a while about something I didn’t understand and they even seemed to have forgotten about me. I looked around. Dare I run? I knew I couldn’t escape the grounds but if I could just hide until Mr. Kozlov had to leave I would avoid what he had planned for me. Or postpone it at least. Most of the men who come to the Retreat have very busy lives and they usually can’t stay for long each time so running suddenly became a very inviting idea. I would be punished, of course, when I was finally found but I was going to suffer anyway so I had nothing to lose. I tensed all my muscles, took a deep breath and…

Without even looking around, Mr. Kozlov’s said, “Go ahead Clara. I think the dogs haven’t been fed yet today and they must be very hungry by now.”

He turned back to see my face, white with fear, as I realized there was nothing I could do. Whatever Mr. Kozlov wanted to happen to me would happen.

“As you can see, Mr. Steig here has been generous enough to offer to help with your training. Isn’t that kind of him? Why don’t you show your gratitude by asking him nicely to spank and then fuck you?”

Both men looked at me, waiting. I broke down in tears. “Please don’t do that to me again! Please don’t make me beg for… for what you know I don’t want. Please… it’s so cruel… have a little heart, please…”

Mr. Steig laughed. “Well thanks, nice little titties on her but, honestly, I’m not that tempted. But I’m sure there are other gents who’d love a crack at her, um, crack.”

Mr. Kozlov glared at me with eyes of steel, “It seems you can’t even please Mr. Steig. If you don’t make more of an effort, Clara, you will be very, very sorry. Now ask him nicely to tell you what he would prefer t0 do to you and then beg him to do it.”

Mr. Steig looked as though he was about to leave. I saw that there were other men around, watching, and I thought that maybe if they saw we were busy they would leave us alone. Two men at the same time would be awful, but not as bad as a whole group.

“Please, Mr. Steig, please… tell me what you…”

I saw Mr. Steig roll his eyes at me, obviously bored and unimpressed with my pathetic effort. “I think you should be hogtied, ring ganged and forced to use that complaining mouth of yours to lube up the better behaved girls so the men don’t have to put up with all your whining and can enjoy themselves with the girls who know their place.”

I stared at him, mouth open. I didn’t even understand most of what he had said but I doubted I would enjoy it.

Mr. Steig continued, smirking. “Or maybe you should be tied up and made to watch one of the men torture a girl until she passes out from the pain. And then beg to receive exactly the same treatment.”

“I would be happy to oblige. Did you have a particular girl in mind for that?”

We all looked up and saw another man standing close by. He would be considered good looking, probably, if you met him anywhere but here. His eyes were pale like Mr. Kozlov’s although slightly bluer than gray.

The men all introduced themselves and I learned that the new man’s name was Tyr Silvercloud. What a lovely name! Oh how I wish the man’s personality matched his name but I quickly found out he was as brutal as my other two tormentors.

Mr. Silvercloud continued, the disgust obvious in his voice, “I was listening to all her complaining just now. Pitifull! Where I come from a smart mouth like that is filled with dishsoap and the girl fucked till she is spitting bubbles.”

The image obviously amused the men and they all chuckled.

“Well, Clara, now we have a few more participants I think we are ready to begin. Just, perhaps, a little more variety is needed…” He looked around, as if searching for someone.

“You girl, come here.”

“Yes, Sir?”

A beautiful young lady with shiny auburn hair that fell in soft curls down her body walked up to our little group. She was wearing a pretty bra and panties with stockings attached to her garter belt. She smiled softly at the men each in turn and then asked, “What may I do to please you?”

“You see, Clara? This is exactly how you should behave. It’s so easy. I really don’t know why you cause so much trouble for yourself by constantly misbehaving.” He turned to the girl, “Are you new here? What is your name?”

The girl smiled shyly as she spoke. She really didn’t look unhappy; I think she was actually pleased to be getting the men’s attention. It amazed me.

“I’m not new here but I don’t think I’ve seen you before, Sir. My name is Cunt.”

I gasped. That couldn’t be her real name but she didn’t seem at all upset about the fact that she was now known by that awful name.

Mr. Kozlov was obviously delighted with her response. “Well, Cunt, why don’t you be a good girl and get down on your knees.”

The girl (and I refuse to refer to her by that title) seemed to purr as she spoke, “I am always a good girl, Sir.” And she gracefully knelt.

Mr. Kozlov turned to me, “Clara, don’t be rude! Introduce yourself to Cunt.”

I looked down at the girl’s pretty face. She seemed so peaceful, so happy. How is that possible? Does she like to be treated this way, to be ordered around and called demeaning names? I didn’t understand! But I hoped I would get a chance to speak with her sometime when the evening’s ‘training session’ was over.

I tried to sound as friendly as possible as I spoke to her. “Hello, I’m pleased to meet you.”

Suddenly Mr. Kozlov slapped me across the face so hard I almost fell over. “Oh Clara, your manners are deplorable! When you meet someone new you must exchange names. Now, you know her name, use it, and tell her yours.”

My hand on my stinging cheek and tears in my eyes I looked at the girl again. She hadn’t moved a muscle. “Hello… um… Cunt. My name is Clara and I’m very pleased to meet you.”

“Much better. Now then, three men and two girls.” Mr. Kozlov looked around again to see if anyone else would be joining in. I just stared at the girl, kneeling at my feet. She was like a robot who automatically came to life when someone spoke to her and who sat, lifeless with an empty smile, conserving batteries when she was not needed. I wanted to talk to her but couldn’t bear to use her name.

“Did we miss anything?” A man was walking up to us leading a girl along behind him. The girl was completely naked except for a large leather collar around her throat with a leash attached to it. The man was holding the leash in his hands but not pulling on it. As they got closer it became obvious that the girl had been crying. The man continued, “I just finished up but the little slut can’t seem to get enough so I thought I’d bring her out here for more.” His eyes fixed on me and held me as he unclipped the leash from her collar. “She craves a little something that only another female can give her, if you know what I mean. Well, actually I love watching her eat pussy which means that she craves it, don’t you, little one?”

The collared girl looked up at the man addressing her. She beamed at him and licked her lips. “Yes, Master.” She purred as she spoke.

Mr. Kozlov grinned. “Well then, Clara, what are you waiting for? This man has generously offered to share his slave with us and you just stand there staring.”

I cried out in surprise as he suddenly slapped me hard across the bottom. “Ask the lovely slave to get you nice and warmed up and ready for the men. That will save us the trouble of doing it.” He looked down at the first girl who was still kneeling near my feet. “Cunt, get up and see if Mr. Steig, Mr. Silvercloud or the slave’s owner require servicing while they enjoy the show.”

I watched in awe as the girl rose to her feet and without hesitation walked to the owner. She thrust her chest out proudly as she asked how she could please him. She looked so peaceful and happy.

The thought occurred to me then that I should try. Perhaps I should let my personality slip away and allow myself to become like these girls. They looked happy! They burned with desire to please the men and probably rarely got beaten or whipped. Why couldn’t I just let my training be successful and stop fighting it?

The owner shook his head and so she moved to the next man. Mr. Steig ruffled her hair affectionately and spoke so kindly to her I could hardly believe it was the same man who had come up with all those awful things to do to me. “No thank you, not tonight. I have a lot on my mind and prefer to just watch this time.”

Mr. Silvercloud obviously didn’t have the same problem. The poor girl barely had time to ask how she could be pleasing than he had grabbed a fistful of her hair and was pushing her roughly to her knees. She gasped in surprised but didn’t fight him and sank quickly to the ground. I watched in dismay as, with his free hand, he unbuckled his pants and pulled himself out. My eyes widened at the size and, I noticed, so did hers. I then heard her sudden muffled cry as he thrust himself violently down her throat. He looked as though he was half-choking her and she didn’t seem to be quite so happy anymore.

She had been so obedient and well-behaved yet she was still being abused. No! I didn’t want to be like these girls. I don’t know what had happened to make them think they wanted and liked this sort of treatment but I would never let that happen to me.

Mr. Kozlov’s sudden smart slap across my bottom again made me cry out in pain.

“Clara! I have told you to do something and you stand there staring into space. You are so disobedient you are becoming more than a mild embarrassment and a bit of a nuisance. See how well behaved that slut is? You will be just like her one day but we have a lot of work to do before you get there.” He slapped me again, even harder this time. Tears sprang to my eyes. “Now ask the slave to prepare you for the men.”

I looked at the pretty ‘slave’ standing erect and proud in her leather collar. She was smiling at me kindly, waiting patiently for me to speak. My voice shook as I said, “Please, um, please would you get me ready… for, for the men?”

I cried out as Mr. Kozlov slapped me hard once again, in the same place as before. My bottom was beginning to hurt. He stood behind me and leaned down, growling into my ear, “Try again and this time with a little more detail. Tell her how pretty she is and that you would simply love her to lick your pussy and finger your tight little cunt until your juices run down her chin. Something like that. Now do it!”

Tears filled my eyes and spilled over onto my cheeks as he hit me yet again.

I managed to say most of the words Mr. Kozlov had told me to. It is true, the girl was very pretty and that part was easy to say, but I didn’t want her to lick or touch me.

But Mr. Kozlov seemed satisfied with my attempt and nodded to the girl who looked up at her owner. When he too nodded, she immediately knelt in front of me, her face lifted in perfect, passive obedience, eagerly waiting to do as she was told.

I felt Mr. Kozlov kick my ankles further apart so that my legs were spread wide.

“I am going to enjoy the obedient one over there. If you have moved even one muscle when I return, you will be very, very sorry.”

He walked over to where Mr. Silvercloud was still abusing the poor girl’s throat. She looked exhausted. Tears were running down her cheeks and her eyes were wide with fear. Just as Mr. Kozlov approached them we heard Mr. Silvercloud grunt loudly and then shove the poor girl off him. She fell with a small cry to the floor but didn’t complain. She immediately knelt up and looked towards Mr. Silvercloud and smiled softly at him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. He ignored her and looked at Mr. Kozlov. They said something I couldn’t hear and then both laughed.

I head Mr. Silvercloud say, “Yup, all done. Enjoy her. I recommend that lovely throat of hers; very deep.”

I watched as Mr. Kozlov walked straight over to the kneeling girl. She offered no resistance whatsoever when he moved her so she was on her hands and knees. He then knelt behind her and began using her very roughly. I looked away. For some reason I couldn’t bear to watch. Was I jealous? No, I’m sure it was simply because I felt bad for her, knowing how brutal he can be. I just felt sorry for her, that’s all. In any case, I didn’t want to see them together and looked down at the girl who was still kneeling in front of me.

I tensed as she reached up and placed her small, delicate hands on my thighs. The contrast of her golden tanned hands on my pale skin was striking. I looked into her eyes and they smiled kindly up at me. I was nervous. I had been forced to be with girls on several occasions here at the Retreat but I could never quite get used to it. I smiled back, not wanting to get either of us in trouble. She knelt up so that her face was high enough to reach me and slowly leaned closer. I heard her sigh softly as she began to plant small kisses all over my belly before moving lower. She hesitated, looking up at me as if about to say something. Her eyes briefly flashed sadness, remorse, and then that same gently encouraging smile as she dipped down and began to gently tease me with her tongue. I heard myself sigh. Oh, it actually felt really good! I don’t know if her ‘owner’ was being sarcastic when he said that the girl liked other women but if she didn’t enjoy what she was doing she was certainly extremely good at faking it and had also obviously had lots of practice. I let my eyes close. I couldn’t help it! Her hands remained on my thighs, gentle but firm, while her tongue explored me, dipping in and out then licking, flicking and sucking. Being intimate with a girl had always felt strange before, but there was something different about this time. Maybe it was the way she had looked at me that put me at ease; maybe I was in awe of her apparent genuine happiness at pleasing her owner. Whatever the reason, I couldn’t help relaxing and it wasn’t long before I realized that if she continued I would cum.

A cruel laugh broke me out of the dream. I opened my eyes to see Mr. Silvercloud standing watching us. “Well, well, well, it would appear that the pretty little obedient slave isn’t the only one who was craving the female touch! That’s a very nice show you are putting on for us, but don’t forget to use your fingers too. Clara needs to be completely ready for all the men and their huge cocks.”

“You may do as he says.” I looked over at the girl’s owner who was standing near us, touching himself, obviously enjoying the ‘show’ too. He smiled at his girl and I could have sworn I saw pride and affection in his eyes. I felt a pang of something like jealousy again. Part of me longed for what this girl had. But part of me swore I would never let that happen.

Obeying, the girl moved one of her hands from my thigh and began to touch me between the legs. She was still kissing and licking me but now her fingers dipped inside me too and played and teased and oh, it felt so good! I realized that I had closed my eyes and was moaning and didn’t even care when I heard Mr. Silvercloud laugh again.

The girl quickly brought me back to that wonderful hazy, heady, oh-so-high place and I floated, knowing I would cum and suddenly not caring that everyone was watching. It felt so safe, somehow, to let this kind and pretty girl have my orgasm and I wanted it so badly. I wanted her! I found myself dreaming of doing for her the same things she was now doing for me, asking her if I was doing it right, letting her teach and guide me to pleasing her just as she was pleasing me now. I suddenly took in a deep breath and cried out as I came. It was a wonderful, powerful orgasm and I didn’t want to come down. How I wish it could have been just she and I.

I dreaded opening my eyes; I didn’t want reality to fill them. But I didn’t need to see to be reminded of the nightmare that was going on around me. Just then Mr. Kozlov grunted loudly and we all heard the girl he was using let out a heart-wrenching scream. I looked over to see the girl curled in a ball on the floor, sobbing loudly, rocking back and forth. What had he done to her? He leaned down to whisper something in her ear and she suddenly looked up, her eyes huge with pure terror, and clapped her hand over her mouth. He laughed at her and said, “Well, go on then. Do it!” And roughly pulled her to standing. She looked at him one more time before running towards the house. What on earth was he making her do? I doubted I would find out and I probably didn’t want to know anyway.

I started to tremble as Mr. Kozlov walked towards our small group. The pretty girl who had been touching and licking me was now back at her Master’s feet. Her face was flushed still, and I could see my juices shining on her chin. She caught me looking at her and smiled softly. How I was in complete awe of her! She was so perfect. Elegant, beautiful, soft, feminine. She was obedient to her owner, loved by him, and happy. Could that ever be me? I thought yet again about how I should try and be better behaved. It would be so good to be cherished by a strong yet gentle man.

Suddenly images of Taun flashed through my mind and I wanted to cry. Oh Taun! He was that man! Strong and powerful but also kind and gentle. He had only wanted what was best for me and I threw it all in his face and came back here to be hurt and abused by strangers. Why was I so stupid? Would I get another chance at happiness with another man like Taun? I had no chance of escaping the Retreat so the only men I would meet would be the ones who came here. And if I kept misbehaving then the kind ones wouldn’t want to bother with me. I only seemed to attract the beasts like Mr. Kozlov who enjoyed hurting me.

I realized with dismay that a small crowd was beginning to form. Mr. Kozlov was smiling and encouraging all the men who had been watching from a distance to gather closer.

He then turned to the girl’s owner. “I thank you once again for lending us your property. You are very generous.”

The man bowed slightly, “You’re most welcome. It was a pleasure shared by us all! It has been a long night for us both, however, and so we must leave you now. Good luck with the little one’s training. I’m sure she has potential, if trained in the right manner.” He smiled at me and I couldn’t quite read his eyes.

I watched sadly as the man clipped the leash back onto the girl’s collar and she started to walk away with him. She didn’t even say goodbye to me! I felt tears well up in my eyes as I wondered if I’d ever see her again but then she leaned up on her tiptoes and whispered something to her Master. He nodded and she turned around, smiled, and blew me a kiss. Oh how I want to see her again.

“Now then,” Mr. Kozlov’s voice broke through my short moment of happiness. “Who would do me the favor of checking to see if Clara’s holes are ready?”

“Glad to oblige.” It was Mr. Steig. I remembered how kindly he had looked at the other poor girl. Why wouldn’t he look at me that way? Did men somehow instinctively know how to treat us girls differently? It’s as though they are able to tease out certain reactions and behaviors from us by treating us differently regardless of how we actually want to be treated.

Mr. Kozlov was glaring at me. “Clara, what are you waiting for? Mr. Steig has generously offered to inspect you. Assume the position for him and ask him nicely to do so.”

I felt my knees buckle. I hated asking a man to touch me like that and I hated standing in such a vulnerable position. I was trying to force my body to obey when I felt the slap across my bottom and cried out in surprise and pain.

“Oh Clara, will you ever learn to obey? Do it!

Tears in my eyes, I looked at Mr. Steig and managed to say the hateful words. “Please… Mr. Steig, would you… inspect my… my holes to see if they are ready?”

Ready for what?” Mr. Kozlov shouted as he spanked me hard again.

Pulling myself into the hateful position, sobbing, I continued, “Ready for… all the men and their… their big, hard… cocks.”

I heard delighted laughter and even some clapping as I finally spat the words out. Tears poured down my cheeks and I couldn’t bare to look up and see all those men looking at me, laughing, just biding their time knowing that soon they would be let loose on me.

I held my breath as Mr. Steig roughly, painfully thrust two fingers inside me. He moved them around for a while as though thinking and then took them out and held them up for everyone to see.

“The little slut is soaking!” Everyone laughed and I died inside. I felt like shouting, “Of course I’m wet! The girl who was actually nice to me and touched me gently made me wet!” But of course I didn’t dare.

“However, I wouldn’t say she’s quite ready yet. Far too tight. Some of the men here are extremely well endowed and I’d say she needs to be stretched a bit more first.”

As if they had planned this all along, Mr. Kozlov now stood in front of me, grinning. He held up a small wooden paddle and a large vibrator for everyone to see. “These should help!”

Everyone laughed.

“Clara, bend over and put your hands on your knees. Back straight. Ass out.” Mr. Kozlov pushed me into the position he wanted so that I was leaning forward, my knees slightly bent and my bottom sticking up and out. “Now pay attention. The next part gets complicated.”

Without warning Mr. Kozlov suddenly thrust the vibrator up inside me. I cried out and heard laughter from the crowd that was still growing. Then he clicked a button on the toy and it started to buzz inside me. I gasped. More laughter.

“I will spank you ten times, Clara. After each slap I want you to count. If the vibrator slips out, we start again. Got it? Good, let’s begin!”

He didn’t wait for me to let him know whether I understood; he didn’t care and probably wanted me to mess up. In fact I am sure he wanted me to mess up.

The first slap wasn’t too bad and I remembered to say “One.” I was even grateful then that the vibrator was so large because it made it easier to hold in place.

By the sixth strike of the paddle I was sobbing. It hurt so much! He was alternating sides but he always hit my bottom in exactly the same place on each cheek and the sting was worse each time. But I was desperate to get to ten without the vibrator falling out.

At last he delivered the final strike. The vibrator still buzzed in place deep inside me and I sobbed the word, “Ten.”

Finally it was over. I knew of course that this meant I would be used by the group of men but I just wanted it all to be over with. I looked around, pain and fear in my eyes, as I tried not to count how many men there were.

Mr. Kozlov stood in front of me, caressing the paddle slowly with his hand. I was still in the position he had put me in.

“That was quite good Clara. I can see how excited and eager you are to offer your body to all the men here. But, I’m afraid, we’ll have to start the spanking over again.”

I looked at him in horror.

“But… but I did what you told me! I counted and I held the vibrator in. What did I do wrong?”

I couldn’t take more spanking. My bottom already hurt so much there was no way I could take ten more strikes from the paddle.

Mr. Kozlov chuckled. “You forgot to say thank you. Here I am, generously spending my whole evening to help you with your training, exhausting myself with this heavy wooden paddle, and you don’t even show one ounce of gratitude. Now then, let’s try again, and this time remember to thank me after each strike and you may also beg me to spank you again.”

While the horrors of what he had said were sinking in to my terrified mind, he pulled the vibrator out. He held it up, examining it, then showed it to the men. “It’s really a bit too large for her ass but, what do you think, shall I do it anyway?”

Mr. Kozlov didn’t wait for the inevitable encouragement from the crowd that came moments later. He leaned down to whisper in my ear, “At least it’s well lubricated. Try and relax, Clara; it won’t hurt as much if you do. Actually, no, don’t. And Feel free to scream all you like.

I don’t know how I held position. I did scream as he thrust the huge phallus up into my bottom. At least I didn’t have to worry about it falling out but it hurt so much and each time Mr. Kozlov spanked me it hurt even more. My bottom must have been redder than the worst sunburn and it felt as though my skin was on fire.

Each time he hit me I managed to count and, with tears streaming down my cheeks, I thanked him and asked him to spank me again. I don’t know how I got to ten but I just kept thinking that the faster it went the faster I could get the next stage over and done with. Unless of course he was going to invent another way I had gotten it wrong and start all over again. I didn’t know how I would cope if he did that.

Loud applause erupted as I finally said, “Ten” and begged him to strike me again. There were shouts from the crowd to let them have me now.

Mr. Kozlov seemed to be enjoying himself thoroughly. He looked at me with fake remorse, “I’m sorry, Clara. You are asking me so sweetly to spank you again but I just can’t. My arm is too tired and it wouldn’t be polite to keep all these men waiting any longer.” He looked up and addressed the crowd, “She’s all yours; have fun!”

I screamed as suddenly what seemed like dozens of bodies ran towards me. Some I recognized; others were strangers. Some were fully dressed; others were naked. The first men were Mr. Steig and Mr. Silvercloud. Instinctively I began to fight them off as Mr. Steig grabbed me and pulled me to the ground. He yanked me towards him by the ankles and a second later he was inside me. I tried to get up but hands were on my breasts, pulling and pinching my nipples as I screamed in terror and pain. Then I could scream no more. I just had enough time to see Mr. Silvercloud’s sickening smile before he slapped me hard across the face and then he was in my mouth and throat, so deep I could hardly breathe.

It lasted what seemed like hours. I have no idea how many men used me. I think I blacked out several times but no one seemed to notice or care. Every part of me was used over and over until all I could feel was a single line of pain screaming through my brain.

At last, as the sun was starting to rise, there were only a couple men left. I heard a final grunt of satisfaction and then – nothing. No more hands, no mouths, no fingers or teeth or any other part of the male body or metal or plastic or wood or leather. Nothing. I was alone on the grass, naked and in pain. But I was alone and grateful for just that one fact.

I tried to move. I wanted to get somewhere more comfortable to fall asleep but my body just wouldn’t move. I couldn’t even cry any more. I remember lying on my back, staring up at the sky as it grew lighter, wondering if it were possible to fall asleep and not ever wake up again.

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