Here I was, four hundred miles away from home, nineteen years old, nearly twenty if truth be known and into my first year at university.

During my studies, I had become friendly with several students, and a couple of my close friends (both girls) asked if I wanted to go away for a weekend, Friday evening to Sunday night, with them and three of the male students for a bit of fun. Well, I guess I had a bit of a crush on one of the guys as I thought he was a bit 'dishy' at the time, so I agreed without too much thought or hesitation.

As there were six of us, we agreed to take two cars. Somehow, and I am not too sure how it happened, I ended up taking only guys in my vehicle, and the two girls said they would come on in theirs.

As soon as lectures finished on Friday, I packed a small case with my stuff and picked up the three guys as arranged. We drove out of the city and down the motorway, all chatting about Uni life, exams and what we might do over the weekend, but nothing of a sexual nature. I remember gushing about how much I was enjoying my time away at university.

The place where we were staying was about an hour away from the halls of residence. It was out in the countryside and seemingly relatively remote. It was a large bungalow that did look like it needed a bit of work doing on it, but I knew it was cheap as we had all agreed to pay a sixth each for the weekend.

We got out when I pulled the car up on the gravel drive.

"I guess the others will be along soon. Their lectures were not finishing as early as ours." I said casually. Silence greeted this comment.

We got our stuff out of the car and walked towards the front door. I had thought it strange that no one had said anything about the key to the place but never thought to ask. One of the guys walked up and opened the door for me, and I walked inside.

It was a large bungalow with a massive lounge and wooden floors in most rooms except the bathroom and kitchen, which had tiles. There were five generous-sized bedrooms, and I chose one with a view of the garden and the countryside beyond.

I shouted to the others, "This should be great for us all."

Someone replied from the doorway. "Yes, it really should."

I turned around to see the doorway filled with male bodies.

"What are all you doing here?" I questioned unbelievingly.

There was general amusement until someone said, "We thought you might like us to join you for a few days!"

As you can guess, I was stunned and said rather naively, "What for?"

This question brought a lot more laughter.

I was a little scared and amazed at seeing all these young men.

Someone said, "Come through so we can discuss everything over coffee."

I went through into the lounge, and there were fifteen of them all looking at me.

"Wow," one said, "You're fabulous!"

Then another exclaimed, "I expected a fat old hag, not a young, fit, sexy bird like this! It can't be real."

"Hold on, what's happening," I replied as I sat down at the table in the large lounge dining room area.

One of the guys who had driven with me said, "Look, Rach, I'll be honest. You've been set up by your friends and us. We all know about your fetishes and hope that you'll stay and have a naughty, sexy weekend with us."

Well, to say I was surprised would be an understatement! I was furious and told them I was leaving that minute.

Eventually, they calmed me down and said I could go then or anytime over the weekend. The guys added that it would be a real shame as they had so much planned for the time away from uni.

As I looked around and saw some rather handsome hunks, a feeling of excitement came over me. I realised all had agreed to go away for the weekend with only me as the entertainment. I guess this fuelled my decision to stay at least for one night.

As soon as I said I would stay, there were whoops of delight from everyone in the room.

Someone said, "Right then, let's get started."

They yanked me out of the seat onto my feet, and my arms were held fast behind my back.

Another added, "We have two lads here who have never seen a woman naked before, so we thought it only fair to give them the first opportunity."

The two, both in their first year, were pushed forward and came in front of me.

"What can we do to her?" one enquired.

"Anything you like," came the reply.

"Why not start by ripping her clothes off," someone suggested.

With that, one of them grabbed the top of my blouse and tore it open, popping its buttons. I was a bit staggered at this as it was a beautiful blouse. It was pulled off my shoulders and down my arms between my shoulders and elbows.

Next, they lifted my skirt and ran their hands up and down my legs taking delight in feeling my pussy through my knickers. sexuallyThe skirt was elasticated and down and around my ankles with a couple of yanks.

Two of the students continued holding me tight, allowing the two newbies to enjoy looking at me and feeling me all over while in my underwear.

I remember someone saying, "Get on with it."

In response, one of the young men pulled my knickers down as the other popped my bra, leaving me naked, and I have to say, greatly embarrassed being stared at by so many highly sexually charged young men. I felt myself going very red. When my knickers came down, there were gasps from several and comments about how hairy my pussy was.

One pulled at the hair, and another holding me said: "Don't worry, we intend to shave that for her over the weekend."

"Oh no, please not that, don't do that, please." I cried in response.

"If you behave, you may keep it, but if you do not do as you are told, it will come off."

They cupped my breasts in their hands and made comments about their small size.

Then, the suggestion was made that they could explore me more intimately if they positioned me over the table.

I was marched over to it by those still holding my arms. I waddled as best I could due to my knickers being still around my ankles along with my skirt.

Once at the table, I was bent over one end as they removed my skirt and knickers. I had to spread my legs, which I did, but not far enough for some standing behind me. Two came to me and pulled them wider.

One of the older students, who I think was about twenty-one, said he would show the two younger guys around. He commenced at my ankles and worked his way up my rather long legs, making provocative suggestions about their possible exciting use.

At my bottom, he stopped saying, "This has many uses, and one of the best is for smacking, here have a go."

With that, he moved over, allowing the two guys to give me several medium-hard smacks. When they had finished, I felt my cheeks pulled aside to allow a good look at my arse hole. Instructions were again given about inserting fingers and other things into my back passage.

I could feel a hand moving around to my pussy and another guiding it and opening up my clit so that the other's fingers could run inside. The instructor explained that this was a woman's most intimate part, and she was enjoying herself if it was wet or damp.

Suddenly, the guy whose fingers were inside me said, "Hey, she's wet."

I was indeed, and some shouted encouragement at this point.

"There," said the one, showing the other around my body, "She likes you, so she should enjoy it when you finally use her."

I had to stand and turn to face the older male and the two younger ones. Two guys continued to hold me upright while my breasts were pinched, pulled and given little smacks by the two younger ones, all under the watchful gaze of the leader.

Someone instructed me to kneel. I could feel several hands applying a downward force to my arms, still held behind me and my shoulders. I bent my knees and fell into a kneeling position.

"Open your mouth," I was ordered. I did not straight away, so I was told again, "Open your mouth!"

This time, it was said more forcefully, so I complied. Fingers ran excitedly around my lips. Explanations were given in some detail that this woman's mouth had many uses, including licking, sucking, holding, drinking, kissing and eventually eating.

"Right," the older one commanded, "She disobeyed the first time I told her to open her mouth. It's time she learned here and now that this weekend, she obeys every commandment given to her by any of us first time every time. Tie her hands together in front of her."

My hands were brought round in front of me and secured with some homemade Velcro cuffs. Tied around the middle of these between my wrists was a blue nylon-type rope, which was thrown up and over a low beam of the room. This was pulled tight, and lifted my hands above my head.

Initially, I was on tiptoes, but they were told to lower me as my legs needed to be apart. I looked at the older student who had taken the lead in my body exploration and asked him what he intended to do.

He turned to someone and said, "Horsewhip!"

A long whip, possibly three meters in length, was handed to him. "Well," he said, "You disobeyed a command, and we don't want that happening too often while we are all together. We need to remind you about being obedient to each one of us. These two lads are going to conduct their first whipping session."

Suddenly someone said, "Cover her tits, or they will be no fun later on."

My bra was placed over my breasts and fastened at the back, but without wearing the shoulder straps. I was given the command to spread my legs open, which I did.

"Not too hard, please," I told the first boy holding the whip.

Someone explained, "This takes a little practice and a flick of the wrist, so don't worry if it takes a while to get it right."

After a moment's pause, the first one flicked the whip towards me, but it caught on the ground and lightly brushed the inside of my leg.

"Try from the side, around her torso," came a suggestion.

Everyone moved out of the way as he swung the whip around. It hit my flank and flew right around my tummy to my navel area. It was not very hard, but it still gave me a sharp sting as it struck. I gasped.

"That's the idea," came some encouraging words.

"Please," I begged again, "Not too hard." If, however, anyone had cared to look more intimately between my legs, they would have seen that I was now not just wet but soaking!

The younger guys enjoyed several 'shots' at me from the side before the second tried to get me between the legs. He seemed to get it just about right and caught me directly on my pussy and up my tummy and chest. It stung like mad, and I screamed out in pain for the first time.

The other one who had failed the first time had another go but was not as good, so only caught my inside thighs, which, although causing me some pain, was not as bad as up my pussy. They did not put full power into any of their swings as I guess they did not want to hurt me so much that I was no use for later on. After each had had about four strokes, I was let down, and my hands were untied.

I now had to lie on my back on the floor and was held in a spread-eagle position while the 'Instructor' advised the two on different ways to take me.

He pointed out that I was now in the most common position called 'Missionary' but added that there was also 'Doggy' style where I would be on all fours. He enthused that this allowed access to all three available holes simultaneously: mouth, ass, or cunt.

The first student informed us that he could wait no longer, and so to some enthusiastic encouragement, he took his cock out and almost lept on top of me. He used one hand to position himself so that he slid his erection up and deep inside my expectant pussy.

He thrust me hard and fast while keeping up a jumbled running commentary about how wonderful it was.

I was full of anticipation, not so much for these two but for what was planned for later on and throughout the evening. I, therefore, tried hard not to climax at this time. I wanted to save any such pleasure until I would enjoy it even more with others.

Finally, he came with a great moan as his load was fired deep into the most intimate part of my body. He then collapsed onto me and started to kiss me around the face and mouth. After a few minutes, he rolled off me, and I was told by the other to get on my knees. I did.

He then told me to open my mouth and suck his cock. He undid his jeans and pulled them down, pulling his cock out from his Y-front pants. He moved around in front of me and inserted it into my mouth. As he did so, he grabbed the back of my head and began to pump me hard. Someone told him he had two choices: make me drink it or squirt it over my face. It did not take him long to cum, and out came his cock from my mouth and out came his cum over my face. There was, at this point, a small cheer.

Now it became a free for all as another cock was thrust into my face and mouth. At the same time, my hands were pulled up to work on some rather stiff penises on either side of me. It was not by any means easy trying to do all three things at once, but eventually, the one in my mouth pulled out, and another load of cum splattered my face. The two on either side finished the job themselves and shot their load into my hair. There I was on my knees, naked and covered in cum, within an hour of arriving.

Once I had completed pleasing all who wanted to be entertained, I was allowed to stand up. The guys instructed me that I was to make tea for everyone. I asked if I could get cleaned up and dressed, but they said to carry on in the kitchen as I was, naked and with my face and hair covered in cum.

I decided to get on with this by asking what everyone wanted to eat.

"You!" They replied in unison.

There was a lot of laughter at this statement. One of the young men even pinched my bottom, making me shriek and jump, adding to the fun of those around me.

I walked to the kitchen and looked in the fridge, which was full of food items, from sausages to bottles of pop. In the freezer were battered fish, fish cakes, and bags of ice cubes. There were also large catering-size cans of baked beans and other items around the kitchen, such as twenty packets of biscuits. The guys had bought all the provisions necessary for the weekend.

The kitchen was not large; however, several young men came in to watch the proceedings. I decided on sausage and beans and started getting things prepared.

One of the guys said to me, "We have decided that we eat the main course, and you get the leftovers." Things had already developed so quickly that afternoon I did not fully appreciate what he was saying.

As I was getting everything going, another man came in with a leather paddle and instructed me to bend over the work service, which I obediently did. He whacked me once across my backside, saying, "That is to remind you that over this weekend, you do as you're told!"

Eventually, I cooked the sausages by frying some and grilling others. I heated the beans in three large pans on the stove. I found the plates and commenced to dish out the tea to everyone. There were not enough large plates, so some had to do with smaller portions on smaller side plates so that all could eat together.

I plated up a part for myself and was about to tuck in when someone said: "I told you, you get the leftovers!"

The plate was taken away from me.

As they ate, I cleaned the pans and grill as I knew I would have all the dishes and cutlery to do once everyone finished. I knew I was going to be their slave, and I was determined to enjoy every moment.

Two of the guys, one being the one I had had my eye on before the weekend, came into the kitchen and said that I could now have my tea. I was led out and into the lounge. On the floor, there was a large dog bowl full of sausage and beans from other people's plates.

"Kneel and eat like a good girl," I was told.

"But," I argued, "Can I not eat at a table, please,"

"Whoever heard of a bitch with table manners," someone said.

I went down onto my knees. I am sure that many reading this will have fantasised about making a girl eat out of a dog's dish but never tried it themselves. It is tricky to do, especially with messy food like beans and sausage. As my head moved towards the bowl, my bottom went high in the air, and some could not resist a pinch, a pat, a smack or just a little feel when it did so.

As I am sure readers can imagine, my mouth, nose, and chin were pretty messy when I had finished, and some food had dribbled down onto my chest when I had sat up. Another bowl was placed in front of me filled with water, and of course, when I drank from it, the mess around my mouth came off into the bowl, making the water turn an unusual pale orange colour.

Once I had finished eating, I had to clear and clean up all the plates everyone had used. Whenever I changed the washing-up water, someone whipped the bowl away and emptied it for me somewhere else, but I had no idea why. I eventually finished and was told to go into the shower room and have a good wash.

I was also informed that there were clothes in there that I should put on after I had showered. I went into the shower room and locked the door, amazed that none of the guys had wanted to come in and watch me wash. Then I saw that the window was clear and the curtains had been removed. One after another came and stood by the window and stared in at me from the outside.

I washed in the shower and came out drying my hair, which was not as long as it is now. I looked, rather stupidly, for the first time at the clothes they said they had left for me, and I found a matching bra and panty set along with a suspender belt and a pair of fishnet stockings. I put them on, but the bra was about a size too big for my tiny breasts and so was a bit baggy on me.

As I was putting it on, I noticed that each cup had a slight split down to allow my nipples to poke out. I put on the suspender belt and stockings and entered the lounge, wondering what would happen next.

I was again surrounded by everyone and told it was now "grope" time. It was explained to me that I would be placed in certain positions and that everyone would be allowed a turn to poke and grope me wherever and in whatever manner they wanted.

Again I was bent over the table, but this time my panties were pulled down to my stocking tops, and I could feel my arse cheeks open as willing hands felt inside my pussy and arse hole as well as sliding along the full-length of my long legs.

Once they had tired of that position, I was turned around and made to stand still with my hands in the air and my legs spread. My whole body was groped and explored by about thirty eager and willing hands.

I am unsure how long it took before I was again ordered, firstly onto my knees and then all fours. "You are going to have the pleasure of taking us all in any hole we desire," I was instructed, "And we will not stop until we have all been satisfied, understand?"

I looked up at the one who was speaking and replied, "Not my arse, please?"

There was a reasonable degree of laughter at this. Then I was asked: "Have you never been taken in there before?"

I explained that I hadn't. Again, this met with some laughter and a few whoops of approval.

"In that case," someone retorted, "That needs to wait for an extra special occasion!"

My stockings were unclipped from my suspender belt, and my knickers were pulled down and yanked off over my stockings. My head was lifted to face someone who had their trousers and pants around their ankles and their cock in their hand, ready for my mouth.

Another said, "Let the proceedings begin."

I felt someone enter my cunt from behind. I opened my mouth to please the sizeable erect penis that was waving in front of my face. I was thrust at both ends, one on his knees holding the back of my head and pulling me slightly upright with his cock in my mouth with the other on his knees behind me, thrusting deep inside my cunt.

Once each of these had cum, two others took over again, one for my mouth and one for my pussy. I did not swallow but spat. Of course, much of this dribbled down my chin before ending up on the floor. After a time, someone said I was too sloppy in my pussy, so another tried to dry me out with toilet paper to allow those following a bit of friction.

Eventually, all had either climaxed in my mouth or cunt. I was allowed to collapse exhausted onto the floor. My head fell into the mess I had spat out each time someone had ejected into my mouth.

I was sore, not so much in my cunt or mouth, but on my knees from their friction with the floor and my shoulders that had been supporting so much of my body during the time I was being fucked. After ten minutes, when I got my breath back, I was told to clean up again as we headed out.

After I showered, in full view of those looking in through the window, I was given more clothing. A cheap black lacy bra and panty set with another suspender belt and more black fishnet stockings. To this was added a dark grey long skirt, a long-sleeved white blouse and a grey or black waistcoat type thing.

Once dressed, the guys informed me we were going to the nearest town. Because there were so many of us, I had to take my car along with four guys who were quick enough to claim a place.

The town was about fifteen miles away, and when we finally got there, having travelled in a convoy, we parked the cars together in a car park. I was curious about what we were doing but was told we would have an enjoyable evening at a club with a nice restaurant.

'So much for my cooking,' I remember thinking!

We walked from where we had parked for about three or four minutes until we came to a place with a large sign outside saying, 'Girls win £250 in our Do or Dare and Dare to Bare quiz. Each Friday night from 9 pm onwards,'

We entered the place down some stairs and paid to go in. Once inside, I noticed a cabaret-type stage with a dancing floor and tables around the side. It was not your usual nightclub. It seemed a bit classier to me.

We all sat down around three tables, and a menu was brought to us. In the background, various romantic music was played softly over the loudspeaker system. I was not too hungry, so I ordered a bowl of 'Soup of the day.'

We had been there about twenty minutes when a compare appeared on the stage announcing something like, "And now the time you have all been waiting for tonight's grand 'Do or Dare and Dare to Bare quiz.' A chance for one lucky lady to walk away with £250 in cash, and tonight's contestant is nineteen-year-old..." and my name was announced!

I was gobsmacked. Mind you, as anyone at university will tell you, the chance to win £250 is pretty tempting. I had no idea, however, that I would be the contestant that night. Nor did I dream up until this point what might be involved.

My 'friends' cheered and banged their hands on the tables as others clapped when my name was called out. Someone came down from the stage area to my seat, helped me up, and led me to the stage.

I remember the announcer saying, "My my, we do have a gorgeous contestant here tonight, and if you don't mind me saying, I hope you lose tonight."

In my naivety, I was not sure what he meant; however, I was led up to stand next to him on the stage. He then asked me many questions about myself, "What did I do," "Was I only nineteen."

I was asked similar questions about university life and other things. Then the announcer put his arm around me and said, "Not only has this delightful young lady agreed to take part in our quiz, but also, if she loses to show one of her talents live here on stage. "And" he added with a flourish, "She has also agreed to 'Run the Gauntlet' on the dance floor. This will gain her a £50 bonus on top of anything else she wins in the quiz."

He then turned to me and said, "Right then, you know the rules. You have to answer twenty questions worth £10 each. If you get them correct, you win the money, but you have to take off an item of clothing if you get one wrong. A sort of intellectual type of strip poker."

My mouth must have dropped open as he finished. At the same time, cheers and whoops of delight came from the tables, especially from my contingent.

Again, the announcer addressed me, adding, "To make it more entertaining for everyone, Sam here will help you undress upon giving a wrong answer."

At this, a colossal guy about six feet tall or more muscular stepped forward and hugged me. My mind was still in a daze at all that had taken place already since leaving university earlier in the afternoon. Now, here I was in a club about to enter a quiz where I could end up either a lot richer than when I came in or stark naked.

I knew I had to concentrate on the questions. The first one I remember was, "Who was America's first president?"

"George Washington," I confidently answered and was handed £10 from the announcer.

The following two were easy too, but then came, "What date is Tony Blair's birthday?"

Would you have known that? I didn't, so Sam stepped forward, undid the buttons on my waist jacket, and slipped it off my shoulders.

Now, I must admit here that I was just a little scared. With the guys from uni, I knew I was safe. I was sure that if I said enough was enough, that would be accepted. However, this was a whole new thing and a realm I had never been into previously.

I am sure that my voice quivered at every answer I gave. I cannot remember now which questions I got right or wrong or even what most of them were. After the next wrong answer, big Sam asked the audience whether they wanted my skirt or blouse taken off.

There seemed to be a difference of opinion about this, so he unbuttoned my skirt and tried to pull it down. He did not undo the zip below the button to let it fall off my hips. He yanked a few times before I, for some reason, undid the zip for him, allowing it to fall around my feet.

I remember hearing several wolf whistles as it revealed my black knickers and stockings held up by my suspenders. Of course, I knew my blouse would be next, and I remember thinking hard about the following question to be sure I got it right. I remember this one well because I thought it was a rather silly question. Now I realise that the quiz was fixed. No matter how clever I was, I had no way of winning.

The question was, "How many people died due to the American Civil War?"

Again, would you know? I stammered and squirmed but had no idea.

No questions were asked of the audience this time as Sam came, and I have to say, very gently undid my blouse buttons before pulling it off my shoulders and arms.

So there I was, standing in my underwear on a stage in front of around one hundred people.

Again, more cheering and whistling. I now forget the other questions, but first, one stocking and then another was unclipped and rolled down my legs. Sam again had problems with the suspender belt when it came time for that to go. I don't think that I have ever been so red in all my life as I was that day. The place went wild when the announcer said I got another answer wrong.

Sam moved up behind me to undo my bra.

I remember asking, "Do you have to?"

In silence, it was unclipped, and he pulled it from behind out from my hands, which had naturally gone up to cover my breasts.

I stood there shivering more with fright and embarrassment than anything else with my hands across my chest, seeking to maintain some modesty. Everyone knew that it would be impossible once my knickers were off. Thankfully, the next question was easy, but again the following one I did not have a clue even to attempt to answer it.

The crowd started chanting a ten-second countdown, "10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, Off," they all shouted. Before I had time to breathe, I felt my knickers being yanked down and around my ankles. I thought I was at melting point, being bright red with embarrassment.

"Let's have a little twirl," said the announcer as he sought to guide me to turn around.

Once I had my back to the audience, he said: "What a beautiful backside you have, my dear, and only nineteen as well."

I was twirled around and asked to drop my hands. I did not straight away. It took a lot of a lot of coaxing and persuading before I finally allowed all a vision of my total nakedness. Again, roars of appreciation from the mixed audience.

Then the compare said, "Look at these beautiful little gems. I'm so glad you have let them come out in the open." He looked up and added, "And now here, live, this lovely girl is going to show you another one of her hidden talents." With that, the lad I fancied came up and joined me on stage.

He, too, was asked lots of questions while I stood there like a lemon in the nude.

Then the lad asked me to kneel in front of him and unzip his trousers. I hardly knew what to do or where to put myself. We looked at each other for some time, and then I knelt before him and undid his fly. I felt inside for his cock and brought it out through his pants. He then told me to suck it. Looking back, I am amazed that I did all of this as I am squirming with great embarrassment even as I write.

I placed it into my mouth as he began pulling my head. Everyone started cheering as I sucked, and he pumped. Eventually, after what seemed to me like hours, he came but did not release my head, and so it all flooded into my mouth.

Then he looked down at me and said, "Drink."

To say I was shocked was an understatement. I had never drunk before, and now naked on my knees in front of a crowd of people here, I was being told to drink someone's cum.

His cock was still deep in my mouth, and so I had little choice but to drink. I took one gulp, and down it went, and out he came and up went a roar of approval.

"Now all that's left, my dear," said the announcer brightly, "is for you to 'Run the Gauntlet.'"

"What does that mean?" I asked, standing to my feet and trying to save some modesty.

"It means you have ten minutes on the floor naked so that anyone who wants can touch you and feel you."

I was lost for words; even my breath seemed to vanish away. "You mean I must walk around like this and let everyone touch me?" I questioned.

"Yes, but only touch you and nothing else," He replied. "Sam will keep you safe, won't you, Sam? If, however, you want to take it further with anyone, we have a room you can use!"

"Oh good," my friend said, who I had just sucked, "We may need that."

Looking back, I cannot fully recall all my feelings, but I remember being terrified and excited at the whole situation I found myself in.

I returned to that town a couple of years ago and found the same place. It is slightly different now and seems to be purely a nightclub. A strange feeling of foreboding descended upon me as I stood outside, remembering these events, even after so many years.

I wanted to turn and run, but I had nowhere to go. My 'friend' Sam led me onto the dance floor among many old and young people. I looked around, hot with embarrassment and shame, as so many faces stared at my naked body.

I saw someone reach for one of my breasts and stroke it gently. Another gave my backside a little pat while others ran their hands through my hair. It was surreal, to say the least. One after another came around me to run their hands over my body.

I remember thinking, 'This cannot be real. I am dreaming. These places do not exist in real life. I must wake up soon.' But it was all too real, as the many fondling hands testified.

At last, I was allowed to sit down but told to face away from the table and open my legs. Although I was unhappy and wanted to argue, I knew I had little choice. I turned the chair around, sat down and opened my legs wide to many "Ooohs" and Arrghs" from the crowd.

A glass of Coke was given to me, which I was happy to drink as my mouth and throat were parched from nervous exhaustion.

My friends then told me to stand up, and as I did so, I remember thinking about my clothes as I wondered where they now were and so asked about them. I was told that all had been taken care of. I was again led through the dance area and onto the stage.

The announcer then appeared again and spoke to a couple of my friends in quiet tones. I saw him smile, and he looked at me, saying: "Good for you, girl."

He then turned with his microphone and addressed the crowd, "Ladies and Gentlemen or rather dirty men and naughty women. I have been told that our darling young contestant here will be willing to see anyone and everyone in our club fun room for an hour starting at midnight. As you all know, she is a student, so any extra cash she can take away from tonight's adventure, I am sure, will be much appreciated." Then he turned to me, said, "Have fun," and walked off the stage.

Now I was really concerned as to what was going to happen. I was led off the stage. We went through some double doors, up a flight of stairs and along a wide corridor to a door that said 'Fun Room.'

The door was opened, and I was led inside. I admit that I was trying hard not to wet myself as I was so worried about what was occurring.

My friends asked me what was wrong. I blabbed away about not knowing what was happening. I was told to cheer up as I should enjoy being the centre of so much attention.

One of them gently explained, 'Do you remember Rachel once telling some of us how exciting you thought it would be to be a real slut and get paid for it?" I nodded, recalling the conversation. "Tonight, we are going to make that dream come true. Several guys have agreed to pay for your service. How do you feel about it?"

I could sense that people were gathering outside the door, and I looked around the room for the first time. A bed with a rubber mat on the top looked more like an adjustable bed in a hospital. Attached at the top and bottom were wrist and ankle cuffs made from leather with a screw fastening that tightened them up. There were also other bits and pieces around the room.

I had never seen anything just like this before, as at nineteen, I had never before visited a BDSM club. This was not one, but this room (So I found out later) could be hired for such events.

I smiled nervously, feeling the area between my legs moistening at the thought.

"Okay," I acquiesced.

I was made to kneel as the door was opened, and two men walked in. My friends asked what they wanted.

The first said: "To smack her bare arse."

My friend replied, "One pound per smack."

"Great," came the answer. "I'll have five!"

The next man was asked what he wanted to do. He explained that he had been really hard when I had done the live blow job on stage, so he wanted one, too.

I was amazed when my friends said that it would be fifteen pounds. I was being sold to these people as a cheap whore.

I wondered what my mother and father would think back home in Edinburgh if they knew what their precious daughter was doing. To have consensual fun with your peers is one thing, but this was just a bit further than I had ever really thought of going.

I could hear my friends moving down the line of people and arranging them into groups depending on what they wanted to do to me and with me. Eventually, all seemed to be sorted, and I was told that there would be no actual intercourse involved, only blow jobs and other 'events'.

With that, I was lifted onto the bed while the cuffs were attached and tightened to my wrists and ankles. Then, the ropes attached to these were pulled tight, pulling me into a taught position on the bed. Four people were admitted who stood on either side of me and commenced fondling me in every place they could. Breasts, vagina, anus, legs, thighs, you name it, they felt it. They gave me a real proper going over, and just what I did not want to happen happened as they fingered my pussy. I got wet! Of course, things were said about that, and before I knew it, they were told that time was up, and I was released from my cuffs.

Next, I was told to lie face down on the bed, which I did without fuss or complaint. This was for the group of 'smackers' who then entered. I am not sure how many there were, but they took turns to make my bottom red, and I can still remember the pain as their bare hands met with my bare backside.

One or maybe two of them decided to smack my thighs, and, as any who have had the back of their legs smacked will know, that too was very painful. Eventually, and in my opinion, not before time, all had used up their allocation of 'smacks', and I was allowed up from the bed.

Next, four BJ's came in, all seemingly over fifty years of age. I must be honest; I was appalled at this as I had only ever thought of having this sort of fun with those of my age.

I knew I had to try and do as was expected, so I sank to my knees and said rather meekly, "Who's first?"

All four surrounded me, and eventually, all got their piece of manhood out, and I commenced working around each of them. I soon realised that this might be the quickest event of the night. As soon as I moved on to the next one, the previous one would continue to masturbate, meaning that I did not have to do all the work.

The first shot his load all over the side of my face, which gave me quite a shock. This seemed to be the signal for them all, and within maybe two minutes, the other three had covered me in their cum over my face, hair and neck. They all at least thanked me as they left.

I looked up to my friends, who said: "That's it, we can go now."

I was surprised as I had felt that many more folks had been waiting in the corridor. Later, I was told there had been others, but my friends decided it was not worth going beyond my safety zone.

I was given a damp towel to wipe myself and, at last, given my clothes and allowed to dress. Then we walked back down through the club to go out.

Just then, Sam, who had undressed me on stage and chaperoned me during my 'Run the Gauntlet' episode, called out something like, "What about me, sweet lady?"

Then several also said, "Yes, what about him?"

I felt trapped a bit like a rabbit in the glare of a headlight. I knew that, once again, I would have to do something.

"Okay," I replied, "what do you want to do?"

He approached me, bent me over the nearest table, and lifted up my skirt. I do not know if you have ever seen the film 'Secretary' where her boss gets her to lift her skirt and then pull her knickers down whilst he masturbates. Well, seeing that film reminded me very much of this incident in the club.

Sam pulled my knickers down but only to my stocking tops because my suspenders stopped him from taking them further. Then he pulled out his cock and took me from behind while everyone looked on. He was large, and his piece was massive, so it was both painful and exhilarating at the same time. We were both grunting and groaning, and I guess that we both climaxed at about the same time, much to everyone's delight.

Sam withdrew and then carefully and considerately pulled my knickers back up and helped my skirt drop back down, covering my legs.

He pulled me towards him and gently kissed my cheek, whispering, "Thank you, you sweet, beautiful girl."

Then, my friends led me out of the club and back onto the street. "Come on," they said, "let's get back,"

We all returned to the cars, and all the guys said how well I had done. They hoped I did not mind what they had set up for me. I had mixed emotions about the whole thing.

As we approached the car park, two lads came towards us, and one of 'my guys' said to them, "Do you like her? She's just been in the Sunlight club" (I have changed the name) "having live sex!"

They looked at me, and I thought, 'Oh no, not out here.'

Then my friend said, "She'll flash her tit's if you ask her."

Of course, they did, and two of my friends helpfully undid some of my blouse buttons and lifted my bra. The two lads said something. I forget now what it was, and we moved off back to the cars.

I opened my door, but I was told to take off my skirt before I got in. I knew I had to, so I complied and got into the driver's seat in just my knickers, suspenders and stockings. I then commenced driving home while the four guys with me in the car spoke about all that had happened and what a turn-on for them it had been. As they spoke, there was the occasional fondling of my various assets.

We finally arrived home, or at least to where we stayed, and I was escorted inside. Once inside, some of the guys rehearsed what had happened earlier at the club by asking silly questions and then pretending to be Sam and taking my clothes off.

I knew I needed my bed and was told that one bed had been reserved for me. I can tell you that I was pretty glad as I had expected to be made to sleep naked on the floor!

Then came the unexpected bit. "But," one of the boys added, "We are going to have a little prize draw, and whoever wins will get to share the bed with you for the night."

I guess that the shock registered on my face. I was the prize for the winner of the draw when all I wanted to do was go to bed!

Someone handed an empty biscuit tin to me and asked me to pick out a piece of paper. I looked inside and saw what I guess were fifteen pieces of white paper, all neatly folded.

"Those contain all our names," I was informed. "Whichever one you pick out will be the winner and gets you to himself all night." He then paused before adding, "Well, not quite all night, just the hours that are left of it."

I tried explaining that I would be much more fun the next day if I slept on my own. No one, however, wanted to hear me whining, so I knew I had to pick out a piece of paper.

I took the tin and decided to shake it up before asking one of the lads to hold it while I closed my eyes and felt for the winner. I could hear some saying things like, "Please," or "Me," as I lifted the piece of paper out.

I was, of course, hoping that it would be the one whom I fancied. It wasn't.

I announced the name "Ian," and there was a whoop of joy from one of the guys.

Ian was quite small and rather dull, or maybe I should say he was not the most dashing hunk I have ever come across. He was twenty and came from Devon but although he was small, he was very muscular and regularly worked out in the Gym.

He came and took my hand, saying, "Shall we," as he led me to the bedroom.

Some of the others called out like, "Lucky so and so."

Once we were in the bedroom, he closed and locked the door before turning to me and saying, "You are so beautiful."

I guess he must have been short-sighted.

Ian was a real gentleman as he asked my permission before doing anything to me. It's good occasionally to be treated like a lady.

Firstly he asked if he could remove my clothes. I could hardly refuse. He started with my top by unbuttoning my blouse and gently pulling it off my shoulders and down my arms. I remembered that it has buttons on the cuffs, which meant it stuck on my hands, so he had to undo them to take it right off. He then popped my bra, which fell from my chest, revealing my small breasts, which I instinctively covered with my arms. Ian did not say anything as he undid the clip on my skirt, pulled the zip down and let it fall off me.

I felt his hands down the back of my knickers as he gave my bottom a small pinch before slipping my knickers slowly down my legs. I must say that I found the slow way he did that such a turn on even despite my tiredness. He turned me around and asked me to place my arms down by my side. I did so, trying to be a bit coy at the same time.

He responded by saying, "Wow!" Then asked, "Why do you enjoy everything that we do to you?"

I was not sure how to answer that question. To be honest, years later, I still find it difficult to know why I enjoy a good dose of humiliation.

I replied honestly, "I am not sure; I just guess that I do."

He led me to the bed, and I sat down on it. "No!" He said, "I want you to kneel beside it so I can smack you."

I obediently did so, raising my backside high so that he could get a good aim. I cannot remember how many smacks I received from Ian, but my bottom was red and sore when he had finished.

Ian then lifted me and placed me on the bed before lying next to me. He was still fully dressed, which made me feel (and always does) very vulnerable.

He commenced to kiss me from my feet to my face. He paid proper attention to the very moist area between my legs as well as my breasts.

Then he questioned, "Do you know what we have planned for you tomorrow?"

I didn't, but I tried a bit of humour, "Not another strip club, I hope?"

"Oh no," he replied, "I think we plan for you to stay here all day, but we are going to give you a bath."

"Oh," I said stupidly, "That will be a change from the shower."

"Not that sort of bath," he added, "It will be a smelly one."

"What do you mean," I asked, intrigued.

He explained, "There is only one bath in this house, and it's a good size. We have all heard about how you like being degraded. A few of us have seen you in action. Since we arrived, we have been using that bath as our urinal. We also added the washing up water after tea. We are hoping to put you into it tomorrow and give you a golden shower."

I admit that I was a bit shocked at this. I wondered if what Ian said was true. If it was, could I go through with it? On the other hand, there was something strange in me that was vaguely excited at the prospect. Once again, I was not sure how to adequately cope with my feelings.

Ian brought me back to reality by saying, "You are gorgeous." He continued, "I didn't want to come here this weekend as I thought you would be some old fat slag. You know, the type who could not pull any other guys. When they told me you were pretty, I did not believe them. But man, you are fabulous."

I cringe as I write the things he said. I would have said (and still do) that I was plain but not gorgeous!

He took his trousers down and asked me to give him a blow job. Being muscular, he held my head very tight, so tight I could hardly slide my mouth along his shaft. Eventually, he came and again kept me close so that his cum flowed into my mouth, causing me to gag.

Once he let me go, we both fell exhausted onto the bed, his cum freely flowing out of my mouth. Ian helped me get under the duvet before removing his tee-shirt and joining me.

"I know you need to get some sleep," he said, "So I will let you as you have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow. As long as I can lay here next to you, I will be happy tonight."

He was most thoughtful, and I remember feeling him caressing me as I drifted off to sleep, still wondering if I would be able to go through with what was planned for me the next day.

At around 7 am a pounding on the door woke me up. I could hear the sound of my name was being called. Those outside were shouting, "You have had her for long enough; now it's our turn."

I also remember some asking where their breakfast was. Curiously Ian produced a very flimsy, almost see-through dressing gown and asked me to put it on. I did so and tied it up at the front, not that it did much to cover me.

Ian then opened the door, and I walked out to be greeted with whoops of delight by everyone there. I could also pick up the wonderful smell of cooked breakfast.

A couple of hands immediately grabbed me, and my arms were held tight behind my back. One of the quieter guys in the group stepped forward, holding what we call in the UK a Cumberland sausage. It was not your standard size one. It was the size of a frankfurter hot dog sausage.

Someone undid my dressing gown, and it fell open, revealing my breasts and my pussy. The guy with the sausage asked if I had ever taken one of these before. Well, at nineteen, I had to answer "No."

He then proceeded to rub it between my breasts and then across them and round the nipples. It was warm but not hot. As most girls will tell you, anything that rubs the nipples tends to arouse them, so of course, they soon became firm and erect.

"Look," one of them said, "She likes it."

The statement caused a lot of merriment. The sausage was then carefully pulled down to my belly button and moved around that in small circles. I then had to spread my legs.

I did so, and at the same time, I had to lean back. I could feel the sausage used to stimulate my clit, and I knew that this was producing juices in my most intimate area. Then I could feel its rough skin pushed into my vagina.

Up and down, he pushed it, going faster each time.

I moaned with pleasure, and that made a few of the lads feel for my tits and 'play' with them. Others who were too slow rubbed or patted my backside, and one more adventurous one I could feel inserting a finger up my rectum.

Once or twice the guy with the sausage pulled too hard, and it popped out only to be quickly replaced. I am not sure how long it went on but eventually, most tired of this little game, and when the sausage broke in two, they decided that they had had enough.

Then I was told it was breakfast time and made to sit at the table on my own. My hands were tied to the back of the chair, and my dressing gown was pulled off my shoulders and down my arms.

Someone then produced a candle and lit it. A plate containing the sausage that had just been used on me was placed in front of me.

"Eat it," someone told me, "or you may get a bit too warm."

One of the boys held the candle towards my breasts. It's funny looking back at this now, but I don't think I was scared at the time. I had enough confidence in the lads to know that they would not go beyond my limits. I still feel that this is immensely important in any form of humiliation games. My limits must be respected, or severe problems will result!

A piece of sausage was placed on a fork and offered to me. At the same time, the candle came closer to my right nipple. I took a deep breath and took the sausage off the folk.

"Good girl," I remember hearing someone say. Again another piece was offered to me. I was a little bit slow at accepting it and could feel the heat from the candle close to my nipple once again. I rapidly ate it.

After four or five pieces, someone said, "I have an idea."

The men went into a huddle and had a discussion, leaving me alone. Then they came back and undid my hands from the chair but still kept them tied behind my back. I was made to stand up and spread my legs. Another sausage was shoved unceremoniously up my moist pussy and thrust deep into me.

I was told to sit down again, and this time another candle was lit. Now I had two guys holding the candles close to both my nipples. I was offered the sausage. I must be honest I did gag at first. I felt the heat from the candles and then shut my eyes and took it. I chewed it as best I could, only using my teeth so as not to taste too much of my pussy juices that covered it. I swallowed hard, and there was a cheer and applause.

Someone said, "You know we never thought you would do that."

I looked up and added, "Neither did I."

My hands were untied, and I was told I could go, clean up and get dressed while they all had their breakfast.

I went and had a shower this time without the distraction of several pairs of eyes staring at me through the window. I guess at that time in the morning, their bellies were more important than my breasts! I dried myself and put on the clothes they had laid out for me, and went to join the lads once again!

The dress that had provided for me was a tight-fitting red and polka dot type with short fluffed up sleeves such as were often worn by girls in cowboy films. It was not too short, just about knee length.

Underneath, I had a matching cream bra and panty set that were rather bland to my mind anyway.

I went out, and immediately a bowl was placed under the table where the lads were sitting. Each guy bent down and placed a few scraps into it. I was then 'invited' to join them although they sat at the table, and I, of course, was under it.

Several watched me, and one said, "Remember mouth only, no hands."

I cannot say that I was too hungry following the sausage scenario, but I ate a little and was given a bowl of milk which I did my best to drink.

Next, I had to get on with the cleaning and oddly enough, I had a lot of help. All I had to do was the washing while a couple of lads did the tidying, and another two did the drying and putting away.

When we finished, I was led into the lounge area. Here I was told to get down on my hands and knees in front of the fire. There was a reasonably thick Chinese type mat on the floor. I was pleased about this as it made me a bit more comfortable.

One of the young men told me, "Pull your dress up over your bum."

As I was happy to be their slave, I did this straight away.

Someone else added, "Now pull those knickers down to your knees nice and slowly."

I took hold of them and pulled them down. I must have done it too quickly because another voice cried out, "He said nice and slowly, not like that. Try again."

Someone pulled them back up, and I again pulled them down using both hands as slowly as I could. "That's better," came a voice. "Much sexier!"

The older guy who had led the initial exploration of my person the previous day now spoke up.

"Right, you two open up her arse hole."

I felt two pairs of hands pulling my arse cheeks apart and then a finger smearing something around my backside.

He then added, "We had another little draw this morning, and Ben won. He's going to take you up your arsehole!".

I shot up like a rocket from my kneeling position, surprising all of the guys there.

"You are not going to take me in there, are you? I have never been used up there."

Having someone poke about with a finger was one thing; having someone shag my bum with their penis was another. Was I ready for it? I wanted to try everything anything. I wanted to please my friends. Could I allow them to do this?

"Alright," I acquiesced, "Carry on, I do want to try it."

"Good," one of them exclaimed, "Now we'll try again."

"On your hands and knees," I was ordered.

I complied and again felt a hand placing some solution around my anus.

Then Ben came in front of me and told me to look up at him, which I did.

He undid his trousers and dropped them. I could see that he was planning on enjoying himself, much more, I guessed, than I was, by the look of the bulge I could see inside his Y fronts.

He slowly took those down and suggested that I lubricate his dick with my mouth. He knelt before me, waving his manhood in front of my face.

Then he ordered, "Open your mouth," which I did. He slid his hard erection inside, saying, "Lubricate it good and well, little lassie."

The latter part of his order was to poke fun at my Scottish accent. I sucked and lubricated it with my mouth as best I could.

He stood up and said, "Some of you had better hold her tight."

I felt hands take a firm grip of my legs and pull them wider apart. Others knelt next to me and held my arms while two more pulled my backside apart. I was wet with excitement. Would I enjoy this? I knew not but would find out in the next few seconds.

I then felt great searing pain as Ben commenced to push inside me. I have a very small tight arse-hole (and some say I have a tight pussy as well.) It hurt! I tried to keep quiet because I did not want to appear a wimp; however, I eventually squealed out like a little pig.

My discomfort encouraged the others to call out to their friend. "Go on, Ben."

"You can do it, Ben."

"Let her have it."

"Give it to the bitch."

"Go on, the slut needs all she can get."

Once he had stretched me enough, he slid deep inside as I felt him pushing and pulling hard, becoming more and more aroused. My ongoing discomfort, screams and grunts of pain seemed to make him all the more excited. Eventually, I heard him let out a long moan, and I knew he had done what he intended to do.

I let out a moan, too, but more of relief than anything! He didn't rush to withdraw. When he did, some congratulated him on what he had done.

He walked round to my head.

"Say thank you to him, you tart," I was directed.

I looked up at him, still breathless and sore and did not say anything.

Without warning, someone grabbed my head and back, pulling me upright into a kneeling position.

"For not saying 'Thank You' to Ben, you can clean him up."

Ben moved his by now, much less hard manhood in front of my face.

"Clean him," someone ordered.

A bowl of water was placed in front of me along with a cloth. I picked it up and commenced wiping around Ben's now much-deflated prick. I paid particular attention to his balls, knowing that guys like having those stimulated. The cloth, my ministrations and the warm water soon affected him as he became erect in a very short time.

"Make it clean, Whore," someone shouted.

It was apparent that Ben was enjoying it and obvious too that just about everyone was getting great pleasure in watching me cleaning up Ben's cock.

At last, someone said, "Okay, Ben, you've had enough. Let her go."

The various hands that held me let go, and I flopped into a sort of sitting position on the rug surrounded by all the guys.

"Wow," I remember someone saying, "You really are a slut, aren't you?"

Then someone responded, "We'll find out with the next thing she will do for us".

I was allowed to remain sitting there on the rug for ten minutes as I tried to get my breath back and re-compose myself after my first anal experience. It was a strange thing, but I found myself shaking or trembling not because I was cold or afraid but only because of what had happened.

Once I had enjoyed my little rest, someone came with a small rope type lasso and placed it around my neck.

"This should have been a dog lead for you, but we forgot to bring one".

The rope was pulled, and I realised without anyone telling me that I was supposed to follow on all fours. I did so with one leading on the rope and the others walking at my side or behind.

Then someone said, "We ought to allow her to put her knickers back on."

There was a chuckle of laughter, and then someone added, "Let her get them herself."

I was led back across the room and told to pick them up with my teeth. I obeyed. I was paraded, still on the rope, and with my knickers in my mouth back across the room. We went along a hallway towards the bedrooms where some of the guys had been staying.

We reached one door which opened in front of me, and they lead me into the largish bathroom. I immediately guessed what might be about to happen to me. I could smell something noxious almost as soon as the door opened.

"Put your knickers on," I was told. I was not allowed to stand up to do so and had great difficulty trying to get them on while still on all fours.

Eventually, I pulled them up my legs and into position. I was then told to look into the bath like a dog. I was not sure quite how I was to do this but guessed that if I lifted myself and put my hands on the bath rim, that might work. I did so and looked into the bath.

It was a mass of smelly yellow water; bits of beans and pieces of sausage floated in it from the previous night's tea and the morning's breakfast.

"Climb in," I was ordered.

"Do I have to," I inquired meekly.

"Get in," I was again instructed.

"Here's the deal," one of them said, "Either you get in of your own free will, fully clothed, or we will strip you naked and throw you in and only let you out when we want!"

I stepped towards the bath and placed one foot into the awful substance. Then I pulled it out again quickly.

"I'd prefer you to do put me in," I replied.

Someone said, "Right, grab her," and my arms and were locked tight.

"Now strip her naked," someone else added as two pairs of hands grabbed the top of the dress and yanked it from the neck down. It took them a few pulls before the buttons gave way. It was pulled hard, and where the buttons stopped, the fabric was torn, allowing the dress to be pulled off my back and down my arms.

Almost before it was off, I felt my knickers being pulled down my legs, and then the bra being popped from the back. Here I was once more naked before the lads and enjoying every moment of it.

"Okay, tie her hands behind her back and then tie her ankles together," someone ordered.

My hands were pulled forcefully behind me, and I could feel the rope as it tightened around them. I could also feel my ankles being bound together. I still had the rope around my neck and so that was used to lead me to the toilet where I was sat on the open pan.

"You will learn to obey," I was told.

Two of the guys held my arms just under my armpits, while another was handed a riding crop that was about two to three feet long with a large round leather end. He moved towards me suddenly gave it a downward stroke catching my right breast as it did so. I was shocked and let out a terrific scream. Another flick, and he almost expertly found my left breast making me scream again.

"Stand up," The order came again.

I did so and was turned to face the toilet. The seat was lifted and I felt downward pressure placed on my shoulders as I was told, "Kneel."

I looked into the toilet bowl, which was full of both urine and toilet paper.

"Push her head in," someone was told, "And let's piss on her."

My head was pushed down until I could feel my scalp getting wet. Then there was the sensation of warm liquid running down the back of my head. It swirled around my neck, over my chin and down my cheeks and face.

I knew what was happening but could do nothing about it! I cannot tell how many used me in this way. Suddenly and without warning, the system was flushed and my head was hit by a torrent of cold water. It flowed over my head and mixed with the mess already in the bowl. I held my breath but not before I had got a mouthful of water or water and other stuff mixed together. My first swirlie!

Once it had stopped, my head was pulled out of the toilet, and I was made to stand up. I was shoved in front of a mirror and forced to look at myself.

I looked a real mess, I really did. My hair was all flat and had bits of toilet paper stuck in it. A piece was also stuck to my cheek.

"Okay, into the bath with her."

Once the order, everyone tried to grab me anywhere they could. Some hands managed funnily enough around my bottom, vagina and tits. I was lifted over the bath and then lowered gently to just above the mixture.

They all counted in unison, "Three, two, one," and then I was dropped as they all took a big step back.

I fell into the dirty water, and it covered my legs and torso. I had not noticed before that the bath was bigger than I was used to and was nearly long enough for me to lie down. Someone wearing a pair of yellow gloves pushed hard on my head, shoving me right under the water. He held me for a few seconds before allowing me up to breathe.

"Cor," one of them said, "She doesn't look so beautiful now, does she?"

"No," said another, "I won't be doing anything more with her until she has a good bath."

There was universal laughter at this, and then someone enquired, "Where's the ice?"

Two of the young men quickly left the bathroom, which despite its size, was rather crowded. They quickly returned with two large bags of ice cubes procured from the freezer. The bags were torn open, and the ice cruelly dumped into the bath that was already full of me and the smelly mixture.

The water, as much as it was, was already cold when I was dumped into it, but this new addition cooled things down considerably.

"Okay, let's leave her and have a coffee break!"

Just as I thought I was going to be on my own and with everyone having left the bathroom, one of the guys returned saying, "Just a minute. I have an idea."

He undid his trousers fly and produced his erect manhood pointing it at me. I had enjoyed several Golden Showers,' - as I had discovered, they were called - previously however, I was aware that, here in the bath, was a whole new thing to me.

Suddenly he let fly, and I was hit full in the face by the warm liquid that came from his quivering penis. The warmth was, in fact, welcome as the temperature in the bath was cooling rapidly.

"Hey," said someone, "Let me have a go."

He undid his fly and did a pee directing it over my head and face. Although it was unpleasant, I did again appreciate the little warmth it provided. Now several wanted to join in the 'fun' all, suddenly finding the need to have a pee and all enjoying doing it over my head.

I was wet, cold and smelly. I was sitting, still bound, in the bath surrounded by slowly melting ice cubes. These made me shiver, and my skin burst out in goosebumps.

Once they had completed giving me my shower, the group went to enjoy a coffee break. I was left in my cold and smelly position among pee and the previous nights washing up water. It was horrible and smelly and whenever I tried to move, I slipped and had to try and regain at least a comfortable position.

After what seemed to me like an eternity, but was only ten minutes, some of the guys came returned. They were naked from their trousers up, and they lifted me under my armpits and pulled me into a standing position. Then they ordered me to kneel.

I was not sure what to do, but being tied hand and foot, I knew that was impossible, "I can't," I complained.

They again took me and assisted me into a kneeling position.

"Now bend right over so that your butt is in the air."

I tried, but with my arms behind me, I ended up with my head under the water again. Eventually, they cut the ropes on both my hands and feet and said: "Now try."

I lifted my bottom high for them while supporting myself with my elbows. I could feel the guys as they pushed the remains of the ice cubes into my anus and pussy.

By this time, I was feeling quite sick and told them so. I was amazed and pleased when they said, "Okay."

Someone added, "We were getting to feel a bit like that ourselves."

The plug was pulled on the bath and the predominantly yellow liquid drained away, leaving the slowly thawing ice cubes around the plughole.

"Alright," one said, and I noticed at this stage that they seemed to be taking it in turns to give me the orders, "We want you to clean this bathroom up for us. You have ten minutes, and anything not to our satisfaction you will be punished." He then added, "If I were you, I would start with yourself!"

It was good advice as I looked a real state. Once I had finished washing myself down, I had to get my hands messy again, cleaning the bath. Some of the liquid had also spilt onto the floor. I am sure that I took longer to do all this than ten minutes but eventually I thought I had done not a bad job.

"I have finished," I called, and then I sat on the toilet and covered my little tits with my arms.

In they all marched in to inspect my cleaning work. The guys were so thorough with the inspection noting every little bit I had missed.

I was then lifted again by my armpits and led out into the lounge. Here cuffs were placed on my wrists and tied to two ropes which were thrown over the low beam that had been used the night before to suspend and whip me. My arms were pulled wide, and I was again suspended naked before them.

I was told, "We found fourteen failings in the bathroom and intend to punish you for them by lashing you that many times." I trembled in anticipation.

The next I remember was several leather thongs coming around my waist and across my tummy to my belly button. I cried out more through shock than pain, even though it did sting. Another lash hit my backside and another right across my breasts. By now, I was writhing and crying out. I was so taken up with the shock of the strokes I forgot to count them.

As suddenly as it had started, the flogging stopped, and I think I realised that during it, I must have stopped breathing. I ached all over as there was very little of my body that the whip had not abused. I was untied and immediately rubbed myself on my sorest areas.

The rope used to lead me to the bathroom was re-applied and I was led out through the door onto a sort of patio area. Here waiting for me was a dog bowl with a few scraps in it and a bowl of water next to it. I was told I could eat my dinner outside. The rope was tied to a stake in the ground used for holding the door open. The feeling of sickness had still not entirely left me.

As a result, I did not feel like eating anything, so I just drank from the bowl that had been placed next to me. I guess I was left for about ten minutes, after which I was told to get up, and the rope was untied.

I was led inside and told to put on a pink flowery type long dress, which was very popular at that time. I remember asking about underwear but was told that I did not need any. I slipped the dress on and did up the side zip.

I did enjoy being dressed again. One of the young men then said something like, "This is your session now. We want to do a bit of bondage with you, but you can decide how you should be tied."

I thought it was very kind of him to ask me, and I replied, "Why don't you bind my arms behind my back in a folded position? That way, I won't be able to move my arms at all."

That seemed to gain approval, so my arms were folded behind my back and bound tightly. A rope was then threaded under both my armpits and thrown over the beam, and made secure. The result was that I could only move in about a 12-inch circle of where I was standing.

Someone suggested blindfolding me and playing a game where I had to guess who was caressing me. A large blindfold was brought and was placed over my head so that I could not see anything. I could feel hands up inside my dress as well as down the top, feeling me all over. I was trying to remember the names of all the guys and shout out who it was.

Suddenly I felt a draft of more refreshing air blow through the house, and all the fondling stopped to be replaced by some hushed suppressed giggles.

I asked, "What's going on?"

I received no answer but heard footsteps approaching me, and then the fondling started again, but somehow I guess it felt different, but I did not know why. I was still calling out names, but each time I was getting muffled laughter as a response.

Eventually, someone said, "Okay, I think we should remove the blindfold."

I felt someone lift it off my head from the back, and when I could see, I was looking right into the faces of seven girls from my year at Uni. They were standing next to each other and staring at me. It was a massive shock to me as I had never dreamed about this happening.

While I was still gaining my thoughts, one of them spoke roughly to me, "So you think you can mess with our men, do you. We are here to teach you a lesson you will not forget!" Then half-smiling at me, she added, "Are you up to a bit of torture, Rachel?"

Here was another of many things that occurred over the weekend I had never considered. That was to be tortured by fellow females. I was sure of one thing. If I agreed, the guys would be rock hard by the end.

Seeing the girl give that small half-smile gave me the confidence to play along with her.

"If your man enough to try, I'm woman enough to take it!" I boasted. "Do what you will." I had no idea what the result would be.

Then she turned to the guys who were standing around sniggering and said: "I need a pair of scissors."

These were obtained, and she carefully felt my tiny breasts through the fabric of the dress and then pulled the dress away from them and cut two small cross shapes about where the material touched my nipples. She then cut between the crosses until she had made two little holes about two inches square on each side.

"Pull her dress tight," she ordered.

The other girls and two of the men moved behind me. They commenced pulling hard on the back of the dress just above where my arms were tied across each other. The girl in front adjusted the dress so that my nipples stuck out through the two holes.

"Perfect," she said and then added, "Give me my whip."

Someone passed her a riding crop with a leather thong at the end that was about an inch wide and three inches long. She looked at me, saying, "You are going to like this; not a lot, but you'll like it."

She received a few giggles as she mimicked a well-known magician of that time.

I knew what she was going to do and begged, "Please don't hurt me!" I knew that this sort of maiden in distress approach would be appreciated by those watching. Everyone seemed to become more aroused, seeing and hearing me begging for mercy. I carried on my pretence of being terrified of what was happening.

The girl slowly rubbed the end of the whip over my nipple's flicking them gently up and down and from side to side. As any girl will tell you, this stimulates them, and I could feel them becoming firm and erect.

"I told you you'd like it," she repeated and then added, "Hold her tight".

I felt hands grab my arms behind me, and then two more grab my legs so that I could not move. The girl then brought the whip up hard on my left nipple and back down hard on my right.

I screamed with pain, "Scream away, honey," she said as she hit my nipples again. I could feel them pulling the dress tighter behind me, and of course, that gave her a more significant area at which to aim. Up and down, she whipped me, occasionally missing but most times making contact with me.

Then she stood a bit further back and swung at me from side to side. Again I screamed, "You want me to stop bitch," she scowled at me. "After you take our men away and have fun with them for a dirty weekend."

She came closer and spat hard in my face, "I'll stop when I want and not before you whore." Her saliva ran down my face. Another first, someone spitting in my face.

She hit me a few more times on my nipples before asking the lads, "Is she wearing knickers?"

Someone shouted out, "No, she is just how you asked for her. Naked underneath, tied up and in a dress."

I realised then that everyone had well and truly set me up.

The girl ordered: "Pull up her dress so I can see her pussy!"

Someone lifted my dress up, and a hand appeared from behind me to hold the dress fabric just about level with my navel.

"Wow, wee," the girl with the crop said, imitating my highland accent, "You are a hairy beastie, aren't you?"

I stood still and did not say anything. "I spoke to you; you tart. Answer me."

"Yes, I am," I managed to whimper.

My nipples were sore, and I was trying hard to ignore the pain.

"Are you just hairy there and on your nipples? Or do you not shave under your arms as well?" she quizzed.

Again I stood in silence as everyone looked at the scene. There I was unable to move with my nipples sticking out of the dress and someone holding up the dress's skirt, exposing my hairy pussy.

The girl called another girl forward, "She isn't speaking to me," she said. "You make her."

With that, the new girl (I could give the names but feel it best not to) looked at me and said, "You are a little miss high and mighty aren't you?"

She grabbed one of my nipples (I forget now which one) and twisted it very hard. I screamed out again in pain, and as I did so, I caught sight of some of the lads jacking off as they watched my treatment at the girl's hands.

"You won't be such an ignorant pig from now on, will you?" she said, grabbing my other nipple.

"Noooo", I screamed, and she let go.

"Good. Then I'll let my friend continue."

The first girl stepped back in front of me and said, "Now where were we? Oh yes, do you have hairy armpits as well as hairy tits and cunt?"

"Yes," I answered as quickly but quietly as I could.

"What?" she asked, "I could not hear."

"Yes," I answered louder.

"Yes, what," she echoed back.

I looked at her in a bemused fashion.

"Yes, I have hairy armpits," she said. "Now, say it nice and loud."

"Yes, I have hairy armpits," I repeated. Everyone laughed.

"Pull her legs apart," she ordered, and before I had a chance to react, someone pulled my legs forcefully apart.

Because of the tightness of the rope under my arms attached to the ceiling beam, they could not be pulled fully apart or else I would have been suspended. I was, therefore, held standing on tiptoes trying to stop the rope from digging into my armpits. The girl passed the crop to one of the others and said, "Your turn,"

The new girl took it and immediately commenced to stroke it up and down my pussy along both sides and then pushing it up to stimulate my clit. I could feel myself getting wet as she was doing it and getting a strong urge to have a pee.

"Please," I asked, "Can I go to the toilet?"

I did not mean it to sound so much like requesting at school, but that was just how it came out to everyone's amusement. (I am even going red thinking about it.)

Permission was given, and a bucket was placed under me. I knew I would have to do it in that. So I decided to relax as best I could and let it come.

When I had finished another girl, enquired, "There now is that better?"

I replied with some relief, "Yes, thank you."

The girl with the whip continued to work the leather end around between my legs and up into my cunt. I could feel the moisture and anticipation growing. I was still held tight, and the dress was exposing my nipples through the two holes.

Suddenly and without any warning, the girl with the crop gave it a swish right up into my pussy. It hit me with a cracking sound, and I nearly went through the roof with pleasure and pain.

I sensed through my pain that a lot of those in the room were getting very turned on by watching me being tortured in this way.

Someone said, "Yes, another one like that."

The girl with the crop replied, "Not yet; there's still lots of time."

She commanded my skirt lifted so she could see my arse. The skirt at the back was promptly upraised. I remember both the grip on my arms and the back of the dress loosening as those holding me moved into a different position to allow better access to my backside.

"Not as hairy as the front," The girl said, "Pity about that."

I could feel the crop gently caressing my buttocks and then sliding down my crack towards my cunt. Then again, all of a sudden, it cracked hard across my backside, causing me to swing on the ropes.

"I think she prefers the front," the girl said as she moved round in front of me. I could feel the front of the dress lifted to expose my hairy pussy once again. "Higher", she ordered, "I want her navel this time."

The dress was pulled right up, exposing my belly button. She teased me with the leather end, gently stroking around my buttonhole before suddenly swishing hard against my tummy.

This time I was watching to second guess when that strike would come. I was able to take a deep breath and prepare as I saw the crop move quickly away from me before coming back hard towards me.

I gave a stifled cry.

"Oh, she didn't enjoy that so much," one of the other girls said, "Let me try between her legs with it."

The crop was handed to a new girl. She proceeded to rub it up and down between my legs from my knees to my pussy. Then suddenly, she flicked it up hard right into my pussy. Wow. It hurt!

"When are you going to stop?" I enquired hopefully.

"Give me one reason why, when we are all enjoying ourselves so much?" she answered.

Again she teased around my legs. This time for longer, so much so that I was beginning to enjoy it. Then a sudden whack like a snake uncoiling right into my clit. I shouted and shook my head with pain and moaned, "Ooohhhh Arrrgh."

"Oh, listen to the little wimp," the girl said, "She expects to have all the fun with our men and then can't take it when we have some fun with her." She stopped and said, "Untie her from the beam."

I was glad to be untied and let down. As readers will be aware, having your arms tied together across your back is a painful experience. It also means that you stoop forwards a little to be comfortable. Having the rope under my arms and around the beam resulted in me standing almost upright, which was, of course, very unpleasant.

I remember rubbing my arms vigorously to try and get some feeling back into them.

At the same time, I said, "Thank You."

One of the lads called, "Hey, you girls were right, she does like this sort of treatment; she's even thanking you for it!" That brought yet another titter of laughter from everyone.

"Alright," the girl said, who had first whipped me, "Take her into a bedroom and hold her down."

I was carried into the largest bedroom, where I was lifted and thrown down onto the bed. Once there, some of the guys pulled me into a spread-eagle position and held me tight.

Two of the girls then came towards me, and one said, "Oh, we should have taken her dress off."

"Never mind," said the other, "it's only flimsy we can tear it off."

With that, she started trying to tear it off me. It proved to be a bit more complicated than she thought. She struggled to get the neckline to split, and this caused some amusement among the lads.

They teased her by saying, "Only flimsy, eh? Come on, you weakling, or we'll replace her with you."

That made me laugh too, and it got her seemingly very mad. Eventually, she cut the collar with scissors and ripped the dress right down my front. She immediately picked one of my nipple hairs and began to pull it.

She scowled, "You'd laugh at me, would you dirty cow?"

As she pulled, I tried to move with the hair but was prevented from doing so by the boys holding me down. She gave it a significant tweak causing me to gasp and half shout out. Thankfully it slipped through her fingers, and I was able to relax.

Another of the girls produced a pair of long nose pliers and said: "Is this what these were for?"

The girl who had pulled my hair answered, "Yes, it is; now we will hear the tart scream."

She took hold of another of my hairs around my nipples and very slowly began to pull.

"Oh no, please not that," I begged as she began to pull harder. She smiled and winked. I knew I had to act my part well.

"Noooo, please!" I was getting hot and very sweaty in anticipation of more pain.

I then had what I thought was a good idea. "Look," I said, turning to the boys holding me, "I'll do anything for you, really, anything you like if you just stop her!"

There was a silence, and then one of the guys said, "OK, let her get onto all fours".

The girl let go, and I was released and allowed to get onto all fours on the bed.

"You said anything, didn't you," the girl asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Great," one of the guys said, "We are all going to fuck you up your backside."

I groaned and said in a hopeless abandon of my fate, "Oh no, not that again."

The girl with the pliers looked at me and said, "Stubborn little bitch, aren't you! We must teach you a lesson on obedience."

With that, I was manhandled back into the spread eagle position, but this time a girl sat across my chest. I could feel my legs being pulled as far apart as they would go and someone fingering my pussy hair.

"You said anything?" A girl asked again.

"Yes."

"We are going to pluck you like a turkey," Understand.

I did all too well and nodded my agreement. However, I secretly wondered how damp this would make me?

Then the girl said, "This one for starters?"

I could feel her pulling a hair from the outer extremity of my bush. Then, she suddenly yanked it, and of course, I screamed.

"Nice work," someone said.

The girl walked round to my head and held the pliers out in front of my face. "There," she said, showing me a hair held between them, "How's this for slut hair."

She then turned and enquired, who wants this. There appeared to be a clamour, and eventually, one of the guys took it.

I could then feel someone searching more intimately into my vagina. Then I felt a hair pulled from a much more delicate area. I gasped at the thought of what was going to happen. I could feel the hair going taught, and I guess I must have whimpered.

Someone said, "Yes, she does like it".

More and more pressure was put on the hair, until I was almost delirious with pain. I remember wriggling and writhing, which made the pain all the greater. Then the climax as the hair was quickly pulled and an exclamation came from the girl, "Another one for someone."

She then stopped and said, "Let's look under her arms."

They pulled me down the bed, and my arms were raised over and above my head, exposing my armpits. My head was held to one side so I could see my tormentor approach me with the pliers. She picked a hair and started pulling. If you have ever removed a hair from under your arms, you will know how painful it can be. Almost as bad as being ripped from a girls cunt.

I called out, "Please stop. Oh, please."

She stopped and said, "Okay, sweetie, but all these guys want a piece of you, and I was going to give it to them!"

One of the guys said, "Please let her continue. We are all enjoying it so much."

I looked around at expectant faces looking down on me. One look lower down at bulges in trousers told me that all were enjoying my predicament.

"If you must," I consented.

The girl again carefully chose a hair and quickly plucked it out, passing it to the lads. Then she asked, "Who wants to choose their own?"

The idea met with much approval from all around. During the space of the next half hour, guys searched both under my arms and right into my vagina, looking for their little bit of me they could claim as their own.

Every time one of them chose a hair, the girl moved in and carefully plucked me, causing both pain and discomfort. She did stipulate that my nipple hairs were not to be chosen, and so thankfully, at that time, at least they were left alone. Eventually, they all seemed satisfied except one who wanted a hair from my head.

To obtain it, I had to lie face down while he chose the one he wanted. It was pulled out with a sharp yank again, making me scream yet again.

After this, I was allowed to stay lying on the bed for maybe ten minutes to recover. I have to say a few of the lads did check that I was okay and happy to continue. I was glad of that as it meant I knew that if I felt things were going too far, I could still stop it. One of them even came and showed me his hair and kissed me, thanking me for donating a pussy hair to him.

I was hopeful that all the pain of being pulled and plucked was over, and thankfully it was. I was even untied and provided with a cup of tea! Hey, how about that for keeping your slave happy?

Looking back, I cannot recall any conversation about what was to be done to me among the girls. They seemed to have had it all planned out before they arrived. My consolation was the odd half-smile or wink from a couple of them that they too were playing a little game. I was happy to join in if it kept the guys happy.

For the next event, I was taken outside, completely naked, and tied to a pagoda in the middle of the lawn. It consisted of a wooden structure with open sides and a top about five feet wide and four feet deep. Various climbing plants had been trailed up the sides and across the top.

I held my hands up in a 'surrender' fashion and allowed them to be bound to the top at either side. My legs were pulled apart, and ropes secured my ankles in this position. I guessed that I was in for another whipping until I saw a girl approach with a hosepipe in her hand. On its end, I could see an attachment that I knew could change how the water was applied.

I hoped it might have been warm but was not at all surprised when a freezing spray of water suddenly issued from the nozzle and was directed at me. Although the cold water was a shock, I was not too bothered by it as it was a warm afternoon.

After a couple of minutes, I was cold but not uncomfortable. The girl came forward, pointed the nozzle at my face from two meters away, and changed the spray to a much more powerful jet.

This hit me full on as I tried to evade its powerful force. Just as suddenly, the water stopped, and a shout came from the house, "Oh no!"

Then silence and then, "Hang on, I'm soaked."

As I shook the water off my face, I could see one of the lads standing at the door who was reasonably wet.

"The hose came off the tap," he said as everyone, including myself, laughed.

The girl with the hose said, "Go back and fix it and don't let it happen again, or I'll make sure you swap places with her," motioning towards me.

Someone else went into the house, and after a short time, I heard a shout, "Okay, try that."

The next thing I knew was that the water was being sprayed at me very hard and directed all over my body.

The water was cold as I felt the jet run up my legs, over my thighs, around my tummy and then over my tits. I felt it linger on one of my breasts for a long time. It gave me a pins and needles sensation similar to when you stand under a power shower and let it run hard on your breasts. This though was much colder and more intense.

The jet moved between both breasts until I shouted something like, "Enough, Please no more". I knew that my pleading made them all the more excited. However, with respect to my request, the water stopped!

Then one of the girls said, "I hear she's a filthy tart lets clean her out."

With that, the spray went down to between my legs until the girl directing the jet shouted, "Okay, stop the water," and the stream eased.

Then two girls undid the nozzle from the end of the hose and walked towards me with just the hose in their hand. They bent down over the sopping ground and opened my pussy before inserting the tube into it.

They then asked for a volunteer to hold it in place. There was no shortage.

One of the men took hold of the hose about six inches below my cunt to ensure it stayed in place.

The girl who had previously held the hosepipe said: "Turn it on very slowly."

I could feel an intensely cold sensation flood my vagina and flow out down my legs. I moaned with the shock of the cold and also the strange, almost intimate sensation.

"A bit more," the girl ordered, and I felt more pressure build up in the cavern between my legs. I stifled a scream and managed to keep quiet in case begging brought harsher treatment.

"More," she said, and this time I could not but cry out, "Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhh."

It took only a few seconds for the pipe to pop out of my cunt, but in those seconds, the sensation was unbelievable as my pussy was cleaned out.

I had a feeling that my anal passage might suffer a similar fate and was not surprised when I was asked: "Where should we put this next, sweetheart?"

As I looked around, I could see some of the men fingering their rods. I knew that my discomfort was once again having the desired effect on them. I continued to play along.

"Where?" I was again asked, "Where do you want it?"

"As I am such a dirty slut please, will you clean out my backside?" I begged sheepishly.

"Answer me properly," I was instructed, "I want it where?" she added.

"I want it up my backside," I replied.

"No, that's not good enough," the girl answered. "Not everyone could hear, and we call it your arse. Understand?"

I took a deep breath and deciding to go the whole hog in self-humiliation. I shouted, "As I'm such a dirty slut, I want it up my fucking dirty arse!"

"Oh good," someone called out, "I am sure we can gladly oblige,"

I felt someone opening my arse cheeks and moistening my anal passage. The hose was inserted, and another volunteer was quickly found to hold it in position.

I braced myself, not knowing how this new activity would feel.

"Okay, on slowly," the order came.

I felt another sudden cold sensation in my back passage and the feeling of liquid moving around. I can only say it was similar to when you sit on the toilet and everything flows when you have diarrhoea. (Sorry to liken it to that, but it's the only illustration I can think of to describe it).

I could again feel the water easing its way out of my backside and running down my legs.

Someone commented, "Dirty girl."

The one holding the pipe let go and said, "I'm not holding that she's vile."

Without anyone to hold the pipe in place, it fell out and giving me some relief.

The girl who started my water torture asked, "Who will hold it?"

There were not so many volunteers now. There were none.

"Why don't we make her hold it herself?" Someone suggested.

The idea met with a lot of enthusiasm, and my hands were quickly untied. The hose was again inserted in my anus, and I was told to squat and hold it in place. I still had my legs tied but tried to squat as best I could.

Yet again, the water flowed, and I could feel the hose trying to push out, so I tightened my grip.

"Do you want more?" I was asked.

I knew the answer that I had to give. "Yes, please, I want more."

Again the pressure built up as the water filled my backside and ran out down my legs.

"Look at that lovely brown stream," someone said.

Then suddenly I heard, "Okay, full!".

The water pressure shot up, causing me to lose my grip on the hose. It shot out of me at the same time as I yelled out.

I fell over backwards, landing on my derriere, causing much hilarity.

"Okay," I remember someone saying, "That's enough of this. Let's have some tea."

My feet were untied, and I picked myself up off the ground. I was by now naturally very wet and also shivering with cold.

"Go and have a nice warm shower," I was told. "And then put on those nice clothes we have brought for you."

I made my way past everyone in the garden and back into the house. I guessed that the clothes would be very revealing, but I was amazed to see a beautiful two-part nightgown type of dress when I entered the bathroom.

Well, okay, it was not quite as lovely as a nightgown but not far off. So I turned on the shower and was delighted to get under the nice warm flow. I stayed standing under that and enjoying the sensation of being alone for fifteen minutes.

I don't even think that anyone looked in through the window. I guess the novelty of the previous evening had worn off once the guys had seen me used in so many ways. I climbed out and dried myself.

Under the top and skirt was a bra and panty set in a Scottish kilt pattern purchased to make me feel more at home. I put these on, and then over the bra, I donned a lacy camisole that was also provided. I was amazed following the previous night to discover that the underwear fitted me. The bra was padded and gave me a slightly larger bust.

The two-part dress was a royal blue colour, as I remember, with a zip down one side of the skirt and a fabric belt that tied like a bow at the side. The top was half-sleeved down to my elbows and had fancy buttons down the front that fastened into button loops, making it have a kind of Victorian look.

Once dressed, I went outside, wondering what was now in store for me. I was pleasantly surprised to find everyone dressed very smartly with the men in shirt and ties and the girls all in pretty dresses or skirts.

One of the girls (The one who had first whipped me) came and hugged me and said something like, "Sorry for what we did, but we hope you enjoyed it".

I was not sure how to answer this, so I smiled, saying, "Yes, thank you, I did."

"Great," she answered, "We want to say 'Thank you so we are all going out for a meal in a nearby village. Is that okay?"

I did not need too much encouragement to accept that offer. We all traipsed out and got into the various available cars. Mine was not required, so I was glad to have a lift with four girls.

As we set off, one commented, "You know I don't know how you managed to allow us to do those things to you."

I laughed nervously and answered, "Neither do I."

Another said, "I'd love for someone to do some of those things to me at some stage."

There was a pause, and another added, "Maybe you two could make a twosome available for 'use and abuse' at some later stage."

The original girl answered, "Yes, maybe, but I don't think I could allow you to do everything we did to Rachel today."

"And what about everything that the boys did to her?" the other replied.

We drove for ten miles until we arrived in a quaint little English village with a green and ancient pub.

We all got out, and I was told by one of the girls from another car, "Look, we must be careful, so if they ask what we are doing here, say it's your hen do. Okay?"

I didn't have time to answer as everyone was making their way across the road and into the inn. Once inside, I heard a voice I did not recognise asking, "Which one's the lovely girl?"

I was pushed forward and greeted by a rather enthusiastic landlord. "Well, my dear congratulations," he said, "Now come this way." He turned to his clientele, saying in a loud voice, "This lovely young lady is getting married soon, and this is her hen night so let's wish her all the best."

A few applauded, but most seemed unconcerned with all us young people entering their pub. I was seated at the end of a table, and because there were so many of us, we took up three long tables.

I ordered from the menu, and a comment was passed that I should have had Aberdeen Angus steak.

It turned out to be a lovely meal and an enjoyable time. Several of the customers, both male and female, came and congratulated me on my forthcoming wedding. I did feel a bit uncomfortable at this as I knew nothing of the sort was happening.

One of the ladies who came to speak to me asked the others generally, "Do you have anything planned for her later or have those old customs died a death".

I was surprised to hear someone say, "Oh yes, we certainly do have something planned for later."

I leant across the table and asked one of the girls, "What does she mean?"

"You'll soon find out soon enough." Was the only answer given?

Once I had finished my pudding, the landlord came and said to some of my group, "Just whenever you like. It's all ready."

With that, one of the men responded, "Okay, we will do it now."

The landlord rang a bell bringing the pub to silence.

"As you know," he announced, "We have a young girl here on her hen night. You know what has to be done to girls on their hen night. Seeing as we cannot use the village green as we used to do, these young people with her have asked if they can use the beer garden."

He stopped and looked at me. "Rachel's friends will make her ready, and they have invited anyone here to join the fun. After all, you only get married once."

With that, two of the girls told me to stand up. I asked, "What for?"

"Oh, never mind," they said, just do it.

I stood up, and they moved me out from my seat to stand where all could see.

One of them spoke up and asked: "Should we keep this pretty young bride like this or make her wear just her undies?"

Once again, that weekend. I was shocked. I never for one minute thought that something was going to happen here in an old English pub.

"Undies," someone shouted back.

"Okay, take off your top," I was instructed.

I went to undo the top button but hesitated. Finally, one of the girls moved forward and commenced to undo the buttons on my top. I knew that to complain was useless. I could comply with whatever was to be done.

The top was undone and slipped off my shoulders and down my arms to a few wolf whistles.

I heard a lady complain, saying, "Oh poor girl. This shouldn't be allowed."

Then one of the girls undid the bow on my skirt and pulled the zip down. I sensed a real atmosphere in the pub and knew I was going bright red with so many eyes were staring at me. I was then told to take my camisole off, which I did myself.

Someone shouted out, "Oh, tartan bra. Is she from Scotland"?

Someone answered, "Yes."

The reply came, "Oh well, now we can avenge our defeat at Bannockburn, and we'll deal better with her than any English girl."

I was led outside, and my hands were cuffed behind my back. The cuffs were then attached to a large ring situated halfway up a large round post set into the ground. This was called simply 'The Pillory.'

Once in position and just wearing my underwear, two large buckets of what the publican called 'slops' (which was really leftover food) were brought out and placed in front of me.

"There you are," he said to my friends and the diners who had also come out to watch the proceedings, "Have fun!"

My friends required no second bidding. I, too, knew what was coming next. Two of the guys picked up the first bucket and emptied it all over me, much to the delight of those watching.

The second bucket followed similarly. I was totally covered in a mixture of Cauliflower cheese, Baked Beans, Welsh Rabbit, Toad in the Hole, Mushy Peas and a host of other wasted food. Then the publican brought a hosepipe, and for the second time that day, I was washed down.

I was untied and allowed to dry myself. I put my clothes back on and surveyed the mess on the ground around the post.

As I did so, a sweet older lady came up to me. "Well, my dear, I'm so glad they didn't do those sort of things in my day. It was wartime when I was married, and we didn't even have any confetti thrown over us. You were so brave. I hope you'll be as happy as Alfred and I have been all these years." I thanked her and went back inside.

As I entered, one of the guys grabbed my arm and said breathlessly, "Rach, how would you like to earn £300?"

I never thought to think but just answered: "Great, how?"

He looked at me and said, "There's a guy in here rather pompous and rather overweight who has offered us £300 to sleep with you tonight."

I admit I was a bit taken aback by this new and wholly unexpected offer.

"We might be able to persuade him not to stay the whole night, but you have to be happy, Rach," he continued just as breathlessly as before, "Because, as I said, he is rather ...shall we say...fat."

I took a look into the room as my friend pointed out a huge guy about sixty years old sitting with a rather stern-faced lady. Initially, I wanted to say no, but then the thought of £300 made me think again.

"Ask him if three hours will be ok", I suggested, "Just until midnight."

Within no time, things had been arranged. He would follow us back in his car and asked if I would join him. I was not so stupid as to travel along with him despite his wife being alongside, so I took along one of my female friends.

When we got outside, he led us to a lovely black Jaguar car with the plushest seats I had ever come across. As we travelled to where we were staying, he and his wife were having a verbal tennis match.

"Why do you want her and not me?" his wife asked.

"Because she's young pretty, and very sweet and can give me

what you can't any longer."

"But how do you think I feel about that."

"I'm not stopping you from paying to get a big hunk of a stud."

"But I don't want one."

"Well, stop winging then at me having a little fun."

"What do you intend to do with her."

"That's between me and her and what she's happy to let me do."

"I think you both need a good bit of discipline in your lives if you ask me. I mean, you're just a filthy old guy, and you're making this young, innocent girl into a total slut."

"I tell you what," I interjected when I could finally get a word in edgeways. "Why don't you punish us both after your husband has finished with me. We have some whips that I could let you use on us."

There was a pause before she answered: "This big fat lummox of mine certainly does need a good painful thrashing for what he's about to do to you luv!"

We arrived back, and everyone got out of the various cars. I confess that I was more than a little apprehensive, to say the least.

Once in the house, the big guy and I were stood next to each other as he told me what he wanted to do with me.

"Sex in lots of positions; a good mouth fuck and use of her backside," he answered still in his rather pompous voice.

"Rachel, are you happy with those things?" I was asked.

"All but the backside bit," I replied rather sheepishly. It was agreed that that would be left until later to see if I was game or not.

Once all was agreed, he commenced to undress, and my friends started to remove my clothes for the umpteenth time that day. As he took his shirt off, I noticed great rolls of fat around his midriff like a spare tyre.

Once he removed his string vest, I remember thinking, 'He has bigger breasts than me.'

He was grossly overweight, about 20 stone, bald and had a bulldog face. There was nothing in the least attractive about him. I knew that the only reason I was allowing someone so obese and over forty years older to fuck me was because he was paying. Did that make me a nineteen-year-old prostitute? If not, I certainly now qualified for the title 'Teenage Whore!'

He wanted to commence doggy style, and I could feel his large tummy pressing around my bum as his cock entered my pussy. It was very painful as there was nothing really to excite me, so I was quite dry. He pumped away, grunting and groaning as my friends offered him great encouragement.

"Fuck the silly bitch."

"Go on, man, give the whore the lot."

"Shag her, shag her, shag her."

He came in me with a loud grunt, for which I was glad as I was having to strain hard under his vast weight leaning on me.

He then rolled me over and began to fondle me very hard all over. He commenced to kiss me very passionately and forcefully around my mouth. I was not too keen on returning his kisses; however, my friends egged me on.

"Give him a good French kiss slut."

"He's paying good money for this, so let him have your mouth and kiss him good."

I complied as his tongue began to explore my mouth and round my teeth. I could feel his hands grabbing my bum and giving it a violent squeeze as well as pinching my breasts.

Next, he had me lie on my back missionary style, and I saw that his more than ample cock was now, once again, hard and throbbing. He almost fell onto me in his eagerness to get his manhood inside of me. As he did, I let out a little squeal of pain as his vast form covered me.

I was sure that I would suffocate under his bulk, so I concentrated on just breathing. Thankfully he partly lifted himself with his arm to pump me better. Again he was greatly encouraged by the others until, with a big grunt, he relieved himself deep inside my vagina.

At this point, someone asked if he wanted to fuck me with an ice lolly. The idea seemed to catch his attention, and in no time, one was produced, which he took great delight in using. The first place was up my back passage, while my friends held my legs apart and over my head while I still lay on my back.

Then another lolly was given him to use up my cunt, and a third appeared for my mouth. At one point, I had three lollies, all being used on me, one in each hole.

Eventually, with me very cold and uncomfortable, I was asked again about my backside. I had already decided that I would allow him to take me up there if he asked again. Why not, I reasoned. I might as become a total prostitute tonight.

He was visibly delighted when I agreed. I knelt with my elbows on a leather sofa, and one of my friends kindly lubricated my anal passage to assist both of us.

Suddenly a burning pain shot through my body so tremendous and intense that for a second, I was convinced that he had split my backside open. Then his fat folded round my bum as again he pounded me hard until that now-familiar grunt issued from his mouth.

As he pulled out, I heard his wife speak for the first time since entering the house. Her words were cold and harsh

"Why, you filthy little slut! You leave Scotland and come down here to entice and seduce my husband; how dare you you deserve a good thrashing you ...you ... you little whore!"

I was hoisted up into a standing position as my hands were quickly tied to the beams of the house in a spread position.

I saw his wife take a riding crop and swish it high into the air. It came down with a sharp crack across my back, and I let out a scream. Then came another swish, another loud crack this time on my bum and another scream.

She moved position slightly and, this time, targeted the back of my thighs. Then moving to the front where I could see her better, she raised the whip and brought it down hard across my midriff. The crack and scream merged into one as I anticipated the sudden pain that would emanate when the whip hit.

She then carefully placed it on the ground and walking over to me.

She hissed, "Just remember those stripes next time you decide to proposition someone else's man with your cute smile and seductive voice."

Then she suddenly grabbed my hairy pussy and slipped something hard up into it.

"Goodnight, wench!" she added as she made for the door, grabbing her husbands arm in the process as he was counting out the money, having quickly got dressed. "You wait until we get home," she growled at him menacingly.

"Just a minute," he said, pulling away from her and walking over to me. "Thank you very much for a wonderful time; you are, without a doubt, the sexiest and youngest girl I have ever had the pleasure of making love to."

Then passing a large wad of banknotes to one of the guys, he said: "Thank you all for such a wonderful evening."

As he and his wife left the room, I was beginning to feel some heat from whatever it was that had been shoved up my pussy. It was indeed beginning to sting like mad. I asked someone to take whatever it was out.

"In a minute or two," they answered knowingly.

It was, in fact, a partly peeled piece of ginger. Everyone had good fun watching me, still with hands tied above my head, as I wriggled and groaned with the thing burning and stinging my already well-used cunt. My first figging!

I was, eventually, cut down, and the offending ginger was removed.

His wife had been encouraged, by my friends, to whip and fig me. She had told them that this was a fairly common thing for him to do.

Apparently, he had made good money in business and whenever he saw someone he fancied could flash his dough and often obtain what he wanted.

That night I slept with another lucky winner of a draw, but the next day was very tame. I was very sore from all that had already taken place over the weekend. The girls had gone home, and even the boys seemed worn out.

I was still, however, was not allowed to wear any clothing. I did allow further intimate explorations of my most private areas.

I was also given another iced bath once another quantity of ice had been purchased. On this occasion, I was tied into the tub by the handles. It was then slowly filled to overflowing with cold water and ice cubes. I managed 30 minutes before I called time on that particular torture. I was quite proud of how long I had endured the cold. I had also enjoyed being warmed up in bed by several eager male bodies.

Lastly, I received my first full WAM (Wet and Messy) session. The guys produced three, five kilogramme tubs of Black Treacle (Sometimes called Molasses) from one of the cars. These, plus the remaining three large tins of Baked Beans, were brought into the bathroom, where I was once more sitting in the bath bound and nude.

Kneeling in the bath, I had to beg for one of the tubs to be placed right over my head. I did, and it was! You can only imagine the state I was in when the tub was removed. My face and head were black with sticky treacle. It ran down my body, dropping onto my breasts and thighs.

As I sat, unable even to open my eyes, the two other tubs were also emptied over me! Excited hands joined in the fun of ensuring that I was covered from head to toe. Hands also worked feverishly to make sure that plenty of sticky treacle was pushed into my three orifices. Once I was in a satisfactory condition, the Baked Beans followed.

Due to the nature of the treacle, the beans tended to run off and into the bath. Nothing deterred, I was assisted to lie down and made to squirm, ensuring that every part of my body was suitably messy. It was indeed a surreal experience that took two baths and a long time under the shower to clean up!

Just before we left to return to the drudgery of University life, I was handed an envelope full of money. Inside were my winnings from the 'club.' Also included was the money that had been paid by the guys that had used me after my 'performance.' Lastly was the £300 given by my large friend. He must have been impressed as he added an extra £50 tip! Altogether a total of £535!

I was not to know it, but the next year I would again use my body to earn money to purchase tickets for my friends and me to see a boy band.

That little escapade would result in another source of regular income for me in a most surprising way. That, though, as they say, is another story!

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