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On Saturday night of week three we gather at my apartment. Brad and Anne, having already been through it, can be trusted to be fair. Brad puts six poker chips in a basket and shakes them up. Anne draws. Three of us draw for tasks. Jeremy gets Positioning, Art Scourging. I get Succor. In a few minutes she comes out.

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She has medium sized white breasts with small pink nipples. We go into the smaller bedroom. The cross is on the floor. She lies on the bed, face up, trembling.

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The bed creaks. Art goes into the kitchen and puts on the gloves I have placed beside the planter. He strips off two leaves and returns to the bedroom. He caresses her left breast. For a moment she is calm. Then she cries out as the tiny nettle hairs drive acid beneath her skin. He smoothes her right breast with the other leaf. Now both breasts flame pink. Her nipples are erect. Jeremy has her raise her body so he can slide the cross underneath. He ties her wrists to the crossbar with smooth rope.

He slides the dowels holding the foot platforms into the right position. Then we all work to raise the cross.

Now she hangs, some of her weight on her arms, most on her feet which she must stretch to reach the supports. She is already crying. We fix the cross into its base.

We leave and go out into the living room, leaving her door open. The conversation is desultory. We listen to her moans in the background. When they stop, we look at each other. Something has gone horribly wrong. She is hanging at an odd angle, apparently unconscious. The dowel under her right foot has broken off. Her arch is red. More blood stains the cross where her foot has scrabbled. I put my hands on her waist and push up, relieving the strain on her arms. She opens her eyes and groans.

Jeremy slices through the ropes.

She falls forward against me, her useless arms flopping across my shoulders. We carry her into the bathroom and seat her on the lid of the commode.

Dawn goes to the kitchen and returns with a sports drink. I wash off her foot, take a look. It seems to be a shallow abrasion. I spread antibiotic salve, bandage it. Mona slowly recovers, starts to talk, even smiles, relieved. She has been sweating heavily. I take off my clothes and turn on the shower.

Mona stands up shakily. I grasp the Velcro straps on her loincloth and pull. I can smell urine as I take it off.

The others leave the room as I guide her into the shower. I grasp the soap and lave her, top to bottom, back to front. At certain times she gasps and quivers. Her breasts are still tender.

I rinse off the soap and salt. She waits while I wash myself. She was shy last week, too. I help her out of the stall and gently towel her dry. She smiles at one point, grasps my arm, directs me in a certain way. I dry myself and we go out into the living room. They are happy to see her recovery. We all go into the master bedroom.

There is no cross here, only four single beds. I lay Mona down, face up. Her breasts are still too tender to touch. I spread her legs and prepare her with my fingers, lips, tongue.

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The others have paired up and are removing their clothes. They rustle and murmur. When I enter Mona, she speaks my name softly. Soon four couples are calling out joyously. We encourage each other. I think about the other women.

Who will I have next week? They thank, they praise. I pull on some shorts and stand by the door. You must be logged in to post a comment. Mona turns her back on us as she undresses. Be sure to go before you put it on.

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Mona will stay the night. As we drift off, I ask a question. It was much, much harder for Him. Related Sex Stories: A mother pleasures herself with her son My stepdaughter and her father come to stay, but was… My husband loves to show me off to his friends and… Pregnant Wife's Tits Give Cream for Hand Jobs 69 for my man. Next Post A story of how a submissive transvestite prepares herself Next ». Leave a Reply Cancel reply You must be logged in to post a comment.

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