Boudica Pt. 08 – BDSM

mobile flash banner



Louetta here. This is Boudica Part 08. Everybody mentioned in this story is at least eighteen.

So far in this series I’ve spent part of the summer working in Amsterdam at a BDSM club with my Dutch female cousins. My goal is to get into video and film work and I wanted to get experience performing in the nude. Just lately I met members of the German BDSM organization Das Erwachen and much admired the women, especially one named Tilly, the prototypical Erwachen girl. She agreed to help me gain membership in Erwachen.

Tilly proposed me as a new member and the top two local Erwachen officials, both men, agreed I would undergo a trial in which they could evaluate my potential as a club member. Tilly informed me privately that the trial would test my ability to endure BDSM challenges, but also to test my sexual willingness. That wasn’t a issue, I was eager to do just about anything in order to join Erwachen. In the last chapter I began my trial by being stripped, undergoing some mild torture, and blowing four men I didn’t know. Then I was left bound naked under a large four-poster bed on which lay only a king-size mattress covered with a single white sheet. The four corners of the bed were outfitted with bondage cuffs attached to ropes, each in turn attached to winches screwed to the bed, which were used to spreadeagle girls for sex and/or torture. In my case that meant getting a train run on me.

But first I was gonna be forced to lie under the bed and listen to another girl suffering the same fate on the bed above me.

It was sometime after one AM. I was determined to go ahead with whatever sexual activity was necessary to get into Erwachen and only wished they’d get on with it. Exactly how many guys were gonna do me as a part of this train that they were gonna run on me was unknown, but there was supposed to be an Erwachen limit of four guys for intercourse, unless the girl agreed to more, which I would have if they’d asked me. Anyway, I tried to steel myself for the worst. I think I waited there for an hour before suddenly I heard a commotion. From underneath the bed all I could see were feet. As best I could make out there were eight pairs: four male, all shod, and four female, three shod, and one the bare feet belonged to a prisoner the girl who was gonna have the train run on her. Like all the Erwachen hopefuls she was young and pretty, with long blond hair, tallish, a bit on the thin side, nice tits, flat tummy, nice ass, long, shapely legs.

I recognized her, a Dutch girl named Lieke, age eighteen, same as me. Her birthday had been the day before, making her legal for Erwachen. She was sort of a street person who had been working at the BDSM club for some time doing odd jobs like cleaning, sewing and running errands, things that an underage girl could legally do. No nudity or bare boobs like the stuff I had been doing. Mostly she slept nights in the bunny dorm. It turns out that the Erwachen guys, admiring her looks, had told her that she could join up as soon as she was legal. It also turns out that they had been telling her that her initiation would be some sort of torture, when in fact, just like with me, the main activity was to fuck her.

In any case, after she finished her shift and, having safely turned eighteen, she took the elevator, just as I had done, up to the third floor where the bondage activities for the paying public went on. She still had on her white uniform from work. There were the same three Erwachen girls who had awaited me awaiting her. Her wrists were bound behind her and she was blindfolded and was back on the elevator to be brought up to das Folterkammer, the torture chamber. They went up to the top floor, down the corridor, and stepped through a door which was locked behind them. They went a few steps further and entered a room. Lieke was frightened so badly she was afraid she might wet herself. She was, of course, scared because the boys had told her she was there for pain, when in fact she was there for pleasure, the boys and hers.

Of course, the first thing that had to be done to her in the dungeon, whether she was there for torture or sex, was to make her strip. But for Lieke getting naked at the club was a new thing, unlike the rest of us who at least had bared our tits as door bunnies. And now the three girls who had stripped me came forward to strip her. The cameras were turned on they proceeded while the guys watched.

“Take off your clothes,” one of the girls said softly, at first.

“What?”

“Take off your clothes!” This time more firmly.

“No, please. I don’t want to do this.” She looked at the guys looking at her.

“You take them off or we’ll hold you while they take them off.” She motioned to the boys.

“Please!” But she knew it was useless.

“Just do it, your shirt first.”

“No!” The guys approached and one grabbed her from behind and held her arms and the others started forcibly stripping her, pulling the front of her white uniform shirt up.

“Stop, stop, please! I’ll do it.”

“It’s OK, we just want to photograph you naked,” one of the girls lied.

“That’s all?”

“That’s all, now let’s start!” She still looked doubtful.

“Take off your clothes! All of ’em.”

“If you just want to see me naked that’s fine.” Of course it wasn’t true, but she started to undress and saw the boys watching her. She was not used to boys seeing her in the nude even now that she had grown into womanhood. She pulled up her shirt the rest of the way in front and then up over her head and off and one of the girls took it. She lowered her head as she could see the guys stare at her. She actually had a bra on, a part of her work uniform as she was only now eighteen. It was low cut and her boobs strained to be released, her nipples hard as rocks underneath the flimsy cloth. Her chest heaved slightly as her breath came quicker and she started to perspire. She could tell now it was a lie that they were gonna let her go.

“OK, now the BH.” She reached around behind her and slowly unhooked the bra in the back and, just as slowly, pulled the straps down off her shoulders, which all but bared her boobs.

“Come on!” And she lowered the bra down to her waist and then her boobies were bare and the bra found it’s place on the floor and she stood there in front of them naked to the waist, her nipples hard as fat pencil tips.

“Now you’re going to let me go after you see me naked, right?”

“Yeh, we’re going to let you go. Now your yoga pants.” Slowly she lowered the waist band of her white work pants, showing in the front the waistband and the fabric that hid her genitals, and nothing in the back except the thin piece of cloth that went down from the waist band through the crack in her ass, which jiggled slightly with her nervousness.

“All the way down and off.” She complied and pulled her yoga pants down and off her feet.

“Now stand up straight!” And she did and showed herself naked except for her little white thong underpants. She could feel the wet between her legs and knew it showed through the sheerness of her thong underpants. Her bare legs were long and shapely, which gave her her height and made her nearly naked body seem slimmer and more delicate than it really was.

“I’m done,” she whimpered. “I want to keep the panties.”

“No, take them off now. We said everything or the guys will take them off for you!” And she did as she was told. It took a while, lowering them in the back first to completely bare her bottom, then down in front to show the little white triangle usually covered by her bikini, showing her shaved completely bare, displaying all the pinkness of her girlhood and the dampness that threatened by now to run down her leg. She watched the guys survey her naked body, her bare breasts, the whiteness of her skin, her long legs, her small but tight behind, the pinkness of her pussy. She felt the tingle in her body, the smell of sex from her bunny hole, the hurt of her nipples hard as rocks, the feel of her breath coming a little bit quicker and every inch of her screamed for release.

“Put your hands behind your back,” one of the guys said.

“Why?” He picked up a piece of rope and grabbed her hands, pulled them behind her back, and crossed her wrists. She realized he was gonna tie her up.

“Why are you going to tie my hands?” He didn’t answer, he just started wrapping the white rope around her wrists. Tightly.

“I thought you were going to let me go.” She felt vulnerable indeed, scared, actually. He had this eight-foot piece of rope and was tying her and he could pull it tighter and make it hurt more. He crossed her wrists and put a loop over them and began tying them as tight as he could. And he was strong. It hurt and it was supposed to. He knotted the loose end double, a foot from the end, so she couldn’t reach it with her fingers and get untied.

“Why do you have to tie it so tight? You’re not going to get away with this!” They started pushing her into the dungeon.

“We’re going to have a little fun with you.” They were still telling her she was gonna be tortured rather than fucked.

“You can’t…you can’t really do this! Please just let me go, I don’t want to do this! Please!” she cried out, but it did no good. She was dragged to the bed and thrown down on the mattress right above me. I could feel her struggles in the way the mattress moved up and down. Two of the girls worked to hold her down and untie the ropes she had been bound with. Then the guys started tying her hands and feet to the four corners of the bed.

“Please don’t do this to me!” But they pay no attention. Eagerly they bound her to the bed. At one corner one of them pulled the bondage cuff over her right wrist and bound it tight, then tied the end of the attached cord to the nearest winch. Thenanother bound her left wrist with another cuff and stretched the cord as tight as he could and tied it to another winch. Down at the bottom of the bed still another guy grabbed both of her ankles and pulled her body taut. Then in turn he and another bound each ankle and stretched the cords until her body was as tight as they could get it. They pulled her legs wide aside and tied the cords to the remaining winches. She was completely helpless, panting with desire, her body aching inside with anticipation. The girls left the room. The boys began to undress. Then I was a silent witness to everything that happened to her.

One guy came forward. He started to undress. He was big and muscular. He fairly ripped his pants off to reveal his cock, semi-erect and getting bigger. He sat down on the side of the bed.

“Please let me go! I want to go home!”

“This is going to take hours.”

“What are you going to do?”

“First we have to get you properly prepared.” For a moment he just stood and stared at her naked loveliness.

“OK, start.” And then it began.

error: Content is protected due to Copyright law !