They bring Beth back to the punishment glade and whip her and force her to lick pussy.
The rising sun followed the special volunteers and their sacrificial victim as they returned to the glade in the jungle where Beth had first experienced pain with pleasure, as Riff and I had planned. The rope and pulley were still there on the overhanging limb. The padded bondage bench was still there waiting for a victim’s wrist and ankle manacles.
Between them stood the final test of Beth’s sexual endurance, a bondage table engineered with moveable segments, a fiendish device for binding and displaying any part of a naked woman’s body for abuse and sexual pleasure.
The table looked innocent enough, like a massage table. It was fashioned solely of metal, wood, and padding, no servo motors or electrical parts. The segments that formed the top moved by mechanical means: slides, hinges, levers, and the like. The central pedestal could be cranked up and down with a simple foot pedal.
The top was padded like the whipping bench and could be tilted in any direction and spun completely in a circle. Padded sliding extensions provided rests and anchors for wrists and ankle cuffs. The extensions were set in pairs on hinges so they could be swung wide to extend the victim’s arms and legs away from her body. The locking ball joint also allowed the operator to raise or lower the extensions to raise or lower arms or legs and thus provide access to any specific part of the victim’s body for punishment.
Brian and I led the column of special volunteers in a circle around the bondage table and bid them sit on rush mats. Andrea and Jill had gone ahead of the group to heat food over an open fire. As soon as Beth was seated on a mat, they served her a bowl of nourishing broth with fresh bread. The broth was hot, rich, and spicy, and Beth consumed it greedily.
She didn’t know as she ate that the broth contained a powerful blend of narcotics, pain killers, and aphrodisiacs harvested from a special garden of medicinal plants and lovingly simmered in a broth of wild game. They watched closely as she finished the bowl and began to shake with a violent orgasm, moaning and leaking from her pussy. They laughed and applauded as Beth begged them to strip her and whip her and fuck her. Riff nodded as rough male hands hoisted her to her feet and removed her robe.
Andrea appeared by her side. “Are you ready?” she whispered to Beth, who had begun to shake harder as she saw the bondage table.
“Yes,” Beth whispered back, panting and rotating her hips. “Thanks for being here, Andrea. You’ll stay while they ….” She bit her lip as Andrea nodded. “Then just do me,” she gasped.
Two men picked her up and carried her to the bondage table, hands under her shoulders and buttocks, their exploring fingers squeezing and probing her naked flesh. They arranged Beth’s voluptuous female form on the table, using strong jungle vines to tie each hand over her head on an upper segment and each foot to one of the lower sections.
Brian cranked a wheel on the pedestal, and the two lower sections swung apart, forcing Beth’s legs to separate widely and expose her ass and pussy to the seated audience. He unlocked the swivel top and spun her around slowly so everyone could get a good view of her cunt and asshole splayed between her creamy white thighs.
Andrea’s friends Jill and Melanie brought more tough vines and began to wind them around the base of Beth’s breasts, drawing the loops tight to bind her tits and squeeze them into reddened cones. Her nipples stuck out, already hard from sexual arousal.
Meanwhile, two of the more nimble men of the special volunteers had climbed a tree with branches hanging over the bondage table and attached a thick, flexible vine into which sprigs of stinging nettles had been woven. To the free end, they tied a stone weight carved in the likeness of a penis and testicles. They positioned the vine between Beth’s labia, pulled up the weight slightly, and let it drop. As it bounced up and down, it sawed the rough vine up and down in her cunt slit and began to rub her labia raw while the stinging nettles inflamed her pubic mound.
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Riff was the first to whip her bound tits. He swung the lash up from below to lay a raw red welt on the underside of her perfect female globes. As he continued to lay stripes across her belly and breasts, other men with whips joined the fun and took turns criss crossing her breasts with red and purple tracks. When Riff landed a stroke dead on her stiff nipples, Beth screamed in pain, and Riff raised his whip for another lash.
Before Beth could scream again, Andrea’s naked butt appeared above her face and silenced her by covering her mouth with Andrea’s cunt. She ground her shaved pussy lips into Beth’s mouth, forcing her to lick Andrea’s wet pussy. The young woman then added sharp hand slaps to Beth's breasts that alternated with the men’s whips in a delightful cadence of searing pain.
The special volunteers began to chant a theme of praise to the morning sunlight that now filtered into the clearing through a canopy of green leaves that danced in the rising breeze and dappled Beth’s prostrate body as she lay struggling for breath as Andrea ground her cunt into Beth’s face and Riff continued to circle her, whipping tits and thighs. The volunteers circled her too, each seeking a better view of the punishment.
When Andrea felt Beth had had enough, she got off Beth’s face, and Jill handed her a half coconut shell containing a white lotion that Andrea applied to Beth’s bruised and lacerated tits. Immediately Beth’s sobbing and struggling calmed and turned into hysterical giggling which set the other ladies to laughing and whispering to each other.
Riff and the others had discarded their whips for floggers made of bunches of tough grasses bound over a wooden handle. These they then applied to Beth’s naked form. The men worked their way down across the hillock of her belly, turning her soft fragrant skin a nice even red and pink, and down into the valley between her thighs. They skipped down to her inner thighs and then upwards directly onto her cunt.
“Aaaaahhh…. oooohhhh…. oh my god … aahhhhhhharrrrgh…” Beneath her brown pubic hair, Beth’s labia began to turn pink and then red under the flogging. She began twisting and turning to avoid the punishing strokes, so the men brought more vines and secured them around her chest, belly, hips, and knees to immobilize her completely. They resumed their attack on her most sensitive organ and drove the nettle vine even deeper into the slit between her exposed labia.
“Mmmmm … aahhh … oh ya …” Andrea’s cunt once more vibrated in Beth’s mouth and let down her pussy cream as she orgasmed. With a satisfied smile and a smack on Beth’s bruised tits, she dismounted and helped Jill up onto Beth’s face. Jill murmured lustily and wiggled her hips as she settled her wet warm labia on Beth’s mouth, stifling another scream as another stroke from my flogger caught her full on the meaty flesh of her outer labia.