Beth's torture continues, and Riff learns new techniques
The men continued to whip her pussy until Brian caught Riff’s eye as he finished another punishing stroke on Beth’s pussy mound. “Enough.” Riff nodded and stepped away. Brian checked the table to ensure that her legs were spread completely apart, and then rotated another wheel that operated the vertical hinges for the leg extensions. Up went Beth’s legs into the air, out and back to a position close to her shoulders, exposing her cunt and ass to the maximum. I took a stainless steel butt plug out of my bag, lubricated it, and inserted it into her asshole to stretch it for later penetrations.
Jill rose up from grinding her pussy into Beth’s face when a huge black man came forward, grinning. This was Jake, one of the volunteers at the gardens, a white-haired senior lecher who Brian often found at closing time asleep in one of the hammocks in the Caribbean area of the gardens. The special volunteers knew his cock was huge—a long, thick probe with a broad, pink glans penis that could pleasingly punish the pussy of any woman who wanted it. Now it was erect and bobbing between his legs as he approached Beth’s open cunt.
The fucking that followed was long and slow and completely displayed. Jake began by teasing Beth’s wet, open labia with his broad, blunt penis, moving it up and down her slit and banging it on her clitoris. Then came the penetration, the slow, delicious pushing in, the gradual envelopment of his sex organ by her hot moist sex flesh, the measured disappearance of the ebony shaft between her engorged lower labia. Each long, slow stroke into Beth’s cunt produced much heavy breathing among the spectators, and a series of satisfied pleasure grunts from Beth. Several of the volunteers left off their own fucking to take photos and videos with their phones, aroused by the regular “hhhuh hhhuh hhhuh” of Jake’s breathing as he plowed his massive cock again and again between Beth’s golden-furred cunt lips.
Jake’s big heavy ball sack smacked into Beth’s asshole repeatedly as the ancient, sinewed black man picked up his fucking pace. He slammed his long, curved penis into Beth’s vagina faster and faster. Beth groaned and giggled, swept up in her helpless but deliriously exciting situation as her body shook and vibrated each time Jake’s cock rammed up deep inside her. Her tingling body began another of its familiar, inexorable upward spirals into the blissful state of orgasm. Jake’s cock fucked harder and harder and faster.
“Aaaaaahhhh Ooooohhhhh …. hhaaaahhhaaa,” Beth screamed and rolled her eyes back in her head with orgasm as Jake’s cock spat its load of heavy spunk into her spasming cunt. His thrusts slowed, their heavy breathing mutually quieted, and Jake’s penis popped out of her cunt. They lay together for some time, quiet and whispering to each other while volunteers, both male and female, came over to touch her and separate her labia to see all the semen Jake left there.
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From a bag, Riff pulled three squeeze hand pumps attached to one large and two small suction cups. These were for Beth’s tits and pussy. Brian and I each took a small one and covered a nipple with a suction cup, and proceeded to squeeze out the air and force the nipple to expand and distend.
Another volunteer, Jacob Morris, began to bind Beth’s breasts with jungle vines, winding them around and across her delicious melons, weaving occult knots in a pentangle to frame each pumped and distended nipple. Into each Celtic knot Jacob wove bunches of stinging nettles that inflamed the warm tanned skin on her breasts.
He continued to weave rope vines down across her round belly, forming a diamond knot over her navel that trapped another bunch of nettles next to her golden flesh. A series of brown and green vines encircled her thighs to which Jacob added more nettles. The green vine sprouted flame-coloured bell-shaped flowers visited by blue and emerald hummingbirds, their tiny wings brushing the soft flesh of the inside of Beth’s thighs, now mottled with angry nettle rashes.
Finally, he wove vines across her pelvis and around her upper thighs and through her crotch, framing her prominent vulva flesh and lodging another diamond knot in her anus where it retained a wand of stinging nettles forced into her rectum where it itched and burned.
Meanwhile, Riff was hard at work, squeezing the air out of the vacuum cup around Beth’s pussy. Being larger, it took longer to empty of air than the breast cups, but soon her vulva under the cup began to puff out and turn a strawberry red. Her labia minora, the inner lips, began to protrude beyond the outer lips and turn a deep cherry red.
To Riff, the clear fluid that began to drip from between Beth’s distended labia seemed to beckon his penis. He removed the vacuum pump and the cup on her cunt, then mounted her on the bondage table. Her distorted, rubbery cunt lips were slippery with sex fluid. Its sharp, arousing odour assaulted his nostrils and his brain which then excited his penis into the hardest erection he could remember. Riff first tried stabbing Beth’s cunt with his cock head, but the slippery surfaces of her pumped cunt deflected several attempts. Then he tried jerking his cock head up and down her pussy slit with the same result. Some of the volunteers watching the sex show began to smile at his frustration at not completing the sex act. At last, he took a deep breath and slowly pressed his penis into the ballooned furrow of her labia, pushing it carefully down into its warm wet channel until it found at the bottom the sought-after entrance to her cunt. Elated at this conquest, Riff drove his cock well into Beth’s pumped cunt.
While Riff was fucking Beth, I helped Jacob and Brian scout further into the botanical gardens looking for birch trees. We found a grove of saplings and cut several bunches of birch rods which we brought back to the special volunteers and distributed. When Riff had filled Beth’s cunt once more with white, flowing semen and dismounted, the group began to circle her naked, supine body and whip her with the birch rods: on her breasts, on her belly, on the soles of her feet, on her thighs, on her buttocks, and on her cunt. Brian had removed the vacuum cups from her breasts, leaving the nipples swollen and grotesquely distend, a prime target for the groups birch rods, but their favourite target was her pussy. Its pumped, distended labia was turning red and purple with all the repeated, severe strokes of the birch across her pubic mound and cunt lips.
A drum started a slow, rhythmic beat as the special volunteers began to chant while they circled Beth’s bound figure. I beckoned to Marnie and Andrea to bring salves and ointments. When the volunteers had sufficiently abused Beth’s body and excited their own sexual organs, they fell to fucking each other. It seemed to me to be a natural consequence of the sexually charged atmosphere in that natural place, humans in the joyous expression of their sexual natures. The risen sun warmed them and dried the sweat off their writhing, naked bodies. It was a sight I managed to capture with some very private photographs.
Jill and Melanie later joined us after some brief fucking of their own with volunteer studs They were giggling and hugging each other while they stammered out the stories of their hook ups. Then together we bathed Beth’s bloated and beaten body. Her red and swollen breasts, belly, thighs, and cunt made a sight both pitiable and exciting. She moaned and winced as the fragrant ointments worked their magic. We removed the rope vines encircling her and massaged the salves into her inflamed flesh. I paid special attention to her cunt. To my surprise and Brian’s amusement, Beth’s wounds began to heal almost instantly.
“My special volunteers,” he quipped. “They can do anything.”