Becki knows that I love a good bare bottom whipping. We have had several sessions where she had beat the hell out of my ass, pussy and boobs. The other day she came to me and said that she had been watch a Queensnake porn video and had an idea on how to take the beatings to the next level.

Becki told me we were going to the go out in the woods for my next beating. She asked me to wear a thin see through flowered sun dress that buttoned up the back. Underneath the dress she wants me to wear just flesh colored silk panties. As I looked at myself in the mirror it was apparent that one did not have to look very hard in order to see my nipples and breasts through the thin material.

We start out around noon and got in the car and took a short ride in the country. Its was a nice sunny summer day and the thought of a bare ass whipping was quite exciting. Becki has a red convertible that really stands out. As we traveled we passed numerous truckers on the highway. They can easily look down into our car. I always looked up at them with an inviting smile, and shook my boobs. I know when they had seen my almost naked charms, as their air horn sounds with several blasts along with a wide knowing smile from the driver.

Finally Becki turns off the highway onto an old dirt road, and after a while she drives into the woods. As we bump along an almost non-existent road it seems like civilization seems to disappear. Suddenly in the middle of nowhere Becki pulls over, stops, and gets out. From the trunk she grabs a back pack and opens my door. From the back back she put on a set of gloves. She takes my hand and leads me deep into the woods picking up branches and switches, bending & breaking them as we go. Some have thorns and others are flower like with dark green pretty leaves, I think they are just another thing to use in switching me. Boy am I wrong, as I found out later, they are nettle.

What is nettle”

Stinging nettle has fine hairs on the leaves and stems that contain irritating chemicals, which are released when the plant comes in contact with the skin. The hairs, or spines, of the stinging nettle are very painful to the touch.

Nettle is one of the best ways to torture a woman’s naked genitals.

We come to a clearing with a large tree. Becki stops, opens the bag and pulls out a long piece of rope.
She throws the rope over a high branch. Then turns to me holding one end of the rope, and orders me to stand next to her. I slowly walk over, and she has me turn around unbuttoning the back of my dress, and slips my dress down off my arms leaving me topless and totally bare from the waist up.

Becki has become an expert with a rope and ties it tightly around, and between my wrists. She pulls the other end over the branch tight easily stretching my arms straight up helplessly above my head, pulling me out of my shoes. I stand bare footed, on the very tips of my toes. I watch as she ties the rope tight to the tree. Becki takes several of these rough sticks and switches, selecting and cutting several into the perfect ones for the my beating. My heart is almost pounding out of my chest at the sight of them as she approaches me. One is thick and long with tiny thorns and knots, and several of others are quite slick and nasty looking.

I can almost feel the stinging sensation I know the the sticks can produce. She undoes the dress from my waist and pulls the thin flowered material down, over and past my bottom, all the way to my ankles and has me step out of it. This has left me naked and wearing only the silk flesh colored panties.

Becki tells me how amazing I look, hanging there, totally naked with my hands tied over my head. She say that I would make any men instantly hard The thought of being watched, only adds to my perverted sexed up feelings, and unknown to me a man Becki has picked is watching.

Becki then gathers up my clothes and heads back to the car to place them in the trunk. It seems like she is gone forever. As I hang there I feel my toes cramp up a bit and I have to suspend myself from my wrists in an effort to wiggle my toes to get rid of the cramp.

I am both excited and terrified to be totally naked with my hands tied helplessly over my head in broad daylight and left like this having no idea when she will return or where my clothes are. It is a wonder we have not been caught out like this. It is a remote and secluded spot, but again my thoughts of a hiker or hunter or some sort of perverted stranger stumbling across me and this perverted scene of sex only heightens the incredible sexual experience that is about to take place.

The thought of walking back to the car, naked, after I have been whipped is so perverse and heightens my already over stimulated senses. That some one might see or intervene and just take me by force as a naked helpless and well whipped woman. The fantasy of both leaves me wet almost giddy with this thought.

Then I feel crawling on my toes. Becki had tied me up over a clear sandy area and crawling over the sand area were carpenter ants. I have dealt with an infestation of carpenter ants in a couple of my Georgia homes and knew that although they did bite, usually only in self defense, the feeling of them crawling over my feet made me uneasy.

I hear Becki approaching and she stand just out of my sight. She tells me to keep my eyes straight ahead. Then I feel a tap, tap, tap on my bare bottom. She is obviously using one of the nasty little switches she has carved to get my attention. She asks me if I am ready and I say, “Yes”.

Waiting, waiting to get hit is one of the greatest pleasures. You know it is going to hurt but also you know its is going to stoke the sexual fire in your body.

Waiting, then I hear her footsteps disappear back into the woods. Then I hear voices. OMG. Someone else is here. A man??? I am really terrified now, at the thought of an other or others watching. I cannot make out what they are saying but one voice Becki's seems irritated at the other. Then I finally, hear steps of more than one return. OMG! Is it Becki or someone else? But at this time I know for sure there is another.

“Becki”, I say, “are there other people here?” Suddenly someone grabs my panties, pulling them up tight into my crotch, and a man's voice tells me I can scream cry or yell as loud as I want. “Becki”, I say. “Sorry Georgia I knew from our previous beatings that I could never hit you hard enough. But Tom can and he had a splendid little surprise in store for you later.”

Tom stepped up behind me and taking his time he slowly rubs a thick, gnarly switch up & down my bottom, I can feel the texture of the rough switch through my thin silk panties. This is followed by a nasty switch stinging the insteps of my bare feet several times, encouraging me to spread my legs, even wider, leaving me up on the very tips of my toes. Then I feel the slow rubbing of a thicker rougher switch working its way up the inside of my naked thighs.

I am trembling, as the stick with its tiny thorns touches scratches and catches on the wet material of my panties, My panties are the only thing between my soft super sensitive bottom, clitoris, labia folds, and this rough abusive switch.

I am trying to spread even wider for what I know is coming, and after what seems like forever and with no warning I hear the whistle of the firm switch as it zings through the air, followed by the contact of it with my bare cheeks. Even knowing it was coming I shriek and gasp. After about five good whacks, the beating gets harder. My breasts, bottom and upper thighs begin to jerk jiggle and shudder with each whack. Tom pulls my panties up even tighter between my ass cheeks using them as a handle to hold me still as the switch strikes me again harder yet. Stinging burning sensations shoot through my body with each nasty whack. It really starts to hurt, and I beg him, not so hard. For for me this is only a perverted signal to him that I want more.

He continues to whack me harder, as uncontrollable tears run from my eyes. I begin to whimper sob, and cry out for him to stop. He does for a moment, but only to pull my panties down that are now almost soaking wet as I continue to beg,...and plead,.. please no more.

I can feel the wet material as it is pulled from my crotch down my thighs to my ankles where he tugs them free from my toes. Then he placed the wet undergarment over my head and pulls the sopping wet part of the padded inverted v of the crotch, the place that has been next to my dripping cunt lips, tightly over my nose and mouth. I am now unable to see. Along with each breath I take, I suck the nasty sweet taste and sickening smell of the wet fabric up tight against my lips and nostrils. I cannot help myself, and react just like the slut I am, by sticking my tongue out between my lips to actually taste the putrid stuff.

I find myself soon on the edge an of incredible sexual release. OMG! I am a no better than a cheap, well used whore, a pain slut for whipping, and abuse. One that needs sexual humiliation and punishment, and one that certainly deserves it.

The rough switch stings and burns my bare bottom as Tom does me ever harder. I cry out again loud in painful sobs as the punishment continues. Tom ignores my cries and pleas. The pain and sting become a sinful itch like that of one who craves an overpowering sought after drug, as I become exhausted. My legs and toes feel weak and the rope gets tighter around my wrists. I begin to submit as my body accepts the hard welting blows.. A wave of ecstasy runs through my body and shudders through my nakedness as each harsh whack now brings me closer to an orgasm. My cries of pain become cries and moans of erotic abusive pleasure as each harsh swat serves my body with more, and more sexual ecstasy. My cries echo through the woods and off into the distance as I approach orgasm. Chilling sparks of helpless submissive lust run through my being and up my spine as I helplessly release this long awaited orgasm. I screamed out, and collapsed all at the same time. I was hanging by my wrists,. with the rope being the only thing holding me up.

I am in a sexual orgasmic stupor not realizing how long I have been hanging there? But with the waning afterglow of incredible sexual release and abuse, my senses are brought to attention with the mark of a true sadist. What, OMG what the fuck. I see Tom reaching for the nettle.

Nettles, the fresh dark green leaves with pretty flowers Becki picked are not to be used as switches at all. They are being sinfully brought to bare on my naked well abused body by Tom. Now with my full attention, Becki says to him,.. do it, and do it to her good.
Tom uses a nasty little green bunch of nettle on my inner thighs. He says, “Georgia, open your legs wide.” I wonder what is next? As first the tingling is just on my nipples, the nettles are green and ripe, ones that produce a mild tingling at first. But the mild sensation lasts for only moments as this unseen man, Tom, pinches my nipples and the nettles together, tightly squeezing the dark green leafs of the plant into the sensitive area of my firm perked up aureole's.

OMFG! The mild sensual feeling has quickly turned from this,... to a thousand tiny needles they have warmed them almost instantly to the fever pitch of tingling burning goose bumps. Dark green moist stains appear on my nipples and continue their nasty quest of sensual erotic torture at the very tip of my naked breasts. Then as if this was not enough, Brandi takes a bouquet of the nasty nettle things and uses it to flog my burning jiggling breasts that have now turned an over stimulated dark pink, with bumps and thousands more of the unrelenting microscopic needles. My helpless shrieks of torment have become loud long and vocal.

Still unable to see and almost incoherent, I jump around from one tip toe to the other trying to twist alter and dodge, as the nettle bouquet brushes my breasts and the nasty switch continues to bite into my bottom and upper thighs. OMG! I think that I can take no more, but I am wrong, as the worst, or best is yet to come? I have no idea that “this”, will be child's play compared to what is in store next.

Just when I think this is it, and with floods of tears now making the soiled silk panties even wetter I feel a switch of nettles lovingly brush across my bare bottom. The same mild sensual feeling begins as Tom continues lightly stroking my bare bottom. But this sensual flogging bouquet has quickly changed when Tom delivers a harsh vicious uppercut from behind and the nettle has found the most sensitive part of my most intimate place, that which is up and between my legs.

Each time this upper cut is a bit harsher. Each time the nettle lingers. Tom, this sexual sadist pulls them back slowly that allows the most scratching abuse and torture of my bare shaven clit and pussy folds. I am beside myself and no longer in control of anything still screaming and begging at the top of my tortured lungs. I hear some one scream OMG! Pleeeease don't.. stop. Only to realize that person is me. The sensation of painful stimulation has made my body and my mind, now in this perverted state unable to comprehend the difference between, torture sexual abuse and pleasure. I continue to beg, but not for them to stop.

Just when I think I am able to actually withstand this incredible mind boggling abusive experience of whipping stinging nettle torture, a fresh bunch of dark green leafy nettles is placed up tight and in between my upper thighs next to my so abused place. I feel my ankles being tied tightly together, followed by my knees and then my upper thighs as a rope winds around me just under my welted buttocks and just below the bouquet of nettles. As a result this most nasty of natures sinful stimulant is held on and around my naked well shaved abused crotch.

Goose bumps hundreds, followed by thousand spring out all over the abused area's of my naked helpless body. Still naked and hung up by my wrists the tortuous stinging burning sensation is now directed to this most bare unprotected place, as I wither and twist around helplessly, I start to perspire profusely the only relief if one would call it that is a slight breeze that has continued to blow. I am moaning crying and begging as I twist and turn, but have no idea for what. The two of them take turns with the nasty little switches one on my bare bottom and the other on my bare breasts. Swish, whack, and the multiple sting of it.

There are little goose bumps everywhere the dark green nettles have come it contact with my unprotected skin, as I drift in and out of conscious sexual awareness. They produce incredible feelings directly to the most sensitive of my sexual nerve endings. Again holding my breath, I resign myself to this helpless torture only to have this thought abruptly stop as I feel several of the numerous leafy slender stalks, those of the nasty green leafy nettles pulled out one at a time. It is like my inner thighs are on fire, or hundreds of bees have stung me all over my genitals. Finally the last of the half dozen or so have slowly been pulled free, I gasp for breath helplessly moaning groaning and twisting in the cool breeze, that does afford me little, but at least some sadistic relief.

I can feel my heart that has been rapidly beating start to slow. Just as I am barely able to withstand the last of this most harsh abused, I feel someone playing with my over swollen labia lips and clit. The burning prickly sensation is slowly replaced by sadistic stimulation as fingers manipulate my tortured clit and pussy folds, OMG! I cannot believe that I have gone from painful abusive torture one minute to that of incredible nettle enhanced erotic stimulation the next, as more and more,.the unrelenting fingers find the place that needs the most attention. The muscles in my swollen pubic mound tighten and contract uncontrollably, and the sexual nerve endings in my clit act as though they are connected to a continuous shower of sparks. Becki continues the finger manipulation as Tom holds my bottom firm and tight.

Then Becki says, Georgia,You love this don't you?” Her words were all it took as she continued to finger my clit. The orgasm that swept through me came as a complete surprise. I felt the surge of pleasure tension and incredible energy as my inner thighs and pubic muscles as they tightened, released, tightened, released and tightened..........

My naked body squirmed and twisted, as the hot rush from this orgasm encompassed my tortured being. I gurgled and gasped. The pain and sexual pleasure was awful by then, but it didn't seem to matter much at all now. As the orgasm then screamed along my nervous system and shook me like a blast of warm leaves fluttering around in a summer thunder storm leaving me limp like a warm wet dish rag.

I was lifeless, drifting, dazed my bare bottom and green stained, whipped breasts vulgarly sagged. This strange man called me a dirty little whore, whipped me again and again as if he were trying to wake up my tortured senses or beat them out of me. OMG the orgasm was sooo incredibly gooood , the best of the best in humiliating torture and abuse.

As I hung there helplessly thinking once more nothing could be more pleasurable or abusive, but I was wrong again, as the ropes around my legs are loosened and pulled free. The green stinging nettles is pulled across my inner thighs and through my ass cheeks, and against my hanging swollen meaty labia lips that leave me in ever more stimulated agony. But it is what is done next that got my full attention, as one of the green leaves are pinched and wrapped tightly around my clitoris. My clit is so sensitive and swollen now, to an incredible grape sized orb. Then with help of the Tom's fingers a tight rubber band now surrounded a leaf of nettle, clamping and securing the sinister leaf tight over this most intimate part of my sexual anatomy.

Becki said, “Tom is rubbing the head of his big hard dick with nettle and is going to fuck you with his green monster.” I was now in total helpless agony gasping twisting and begging for the clamped leaf to be removed. Becki's helped pulled me back and up on my toes. I felt Tom body as we stood front side to front side. I felt Tom place the head of his cock into my pussy folds, up against my pelvic opening and holding me tight this pervert, has with me dilated and dripping jammed his green stained rod all the way up into me. If I could have seen it and its size before, I would have fainted dead away.

I scream in surprise as his “Thing” hard hot and burning penetrates me, almost ripping me apart, my eyes water uncontrollably and run down my cheeks mixing with my stained wet panties that are still clinging to my face. Leaving me and most all of my weight entirely suspended, impaled on his hard nasty sadistic stained cock. Tom begins a fucking and humping of unbelievable fury. A fucking, that due to the incredible itching and burning in my loins, is the only thing that seems to give me any relief, the hard sadistic fucking.

I am screaming for all I am worth, but loving it, the hard hammering is so satisfying and lasts and lasts as I my welted goose bumped breasts and buttocks jiggle around obscenely on this unrelenting rod of his that is still so hard. Then he exploded, my insides are flooded with an enormous amount of warm cum, followed my another of my helplessly abused climax that leaves me hanging dripping and impaled helplessly.

The warm satisfying feeling and after glow is what I want, and everything I want. It is so wonderful and powerful, something I do not wish to end. As he, this sadist, finally eases out and pulls free, the sloppy sucking sound of hard cock meat as it leaves soft intimate female flesh parting is heard, I react with the pleading word "Nooooo" Please, “No” But my pleas are purposely ignored leaving me naked, used, whipped and hanging helplessly. Nothing lasts forever, and I did not want this fucking and the relief it had brought me to end, but it did. The rope I am hanging from is released and the man that has hard fucked and whipped me grabbed my breasts firmly holding me up from behind on my unsteady rubbery legs.

My arms are stiff and sore I can hardly lift them as the rope around my wrists is loosened and pulled free. It is all I can do to stand after the whipping, and green leafy nettle torture, both have left me horribly used, abused and spent. I am allowed to stand for some time until my unsteady legs are able to hold my weight. My thighs and pubic area are still trembling from the warm glow of pleasurable abuse and sexual relief. But the hot prickly sensation of wanting has started to return even in the deep depths of my well used pussy. The green leaf still clamped tight to my clitoris erupts in pain once again with sadistic vengeance.

I cannot help myself as the desire and wanting quickly becomes over powering, I start again to beg with renewed interest in relief. Please OMFG! Pleeeeeeeeeeeze stick something up me, whip me, whip my pussy, my clit, anything help me. My pubic mound still swollen is itching burning wanting and my clit is on fire, as I helplessly and shamelessly beg and plead for some sort of sexual abuse to relieve this incredible insatiable wanting. Now barely able to stand several more things are taken from the back pack and my hands are cuffed tight behind my back. I hop and prance around in distress like a young girl that desperately needs badly to go “Pee”.

Then a slave collar is fastened tightly around my neck and a leash is attached. Still unsteady and barely able to stand, the wet nasty cum, and tear stained panties are pulled from my head allowing me for the first time to see this other male tormentor, one I have wondered fleetingly between the whipping nettles and hard fucking who is he?........OMG!

Now I know why Becki has picked him, he is a big, very dark skinned black man. A nasty evil looking man, standing entirely naked in front of me, bald head gold teeth with a body that is muscle bound beyond belief. A most sinister looking African god of a man. The kind many white women fantasize about in their darkest and deepest sinful sexual fantasy's. But after his overall appearance, my attention is focused directly at his well endowed appendage, the thing he has used me with is still hard and sticking almost straight up,... well over 12”. But this is not the only thing. Apparently the nettles have swollen his shaft so it resembles a foot long bratwurst that is just starting to swell over hot open coals, and a head the size of a hard ball that is wagging about and still dripping and oozing cum from the gun barrel size opening at its penis head end. A knowing and most sadistic smile is on this black mans face as he stands there with a several switched of nettle in his hand.

I am stunned and mesmerized by the sight. How I was ever able to take such a cock of incredible power and beauty. Still in wonder Becki handed him the leash. So he, this black sadistic stranger every bit as naked as I leads me back through the woods to our car. I am totally nude wearing nothing, bare footed as he starts to pull me along. My attention is back on my wanting abused clit and itching gaping pussy that I now realize is dripping and stretched wide open. I start to beg again for sexual abuse, the abusive kind of of torture that will allow me some wanted relief. Every so often he pulls me to a stop as I dutifully follow along, has me open my legs so he can use the nasty little switch with several stinging upper cuts to the place that needs the most attention, attention, that is most welcome.

I am on the edge as a pain slut, and almost ready to orgasm. The stinging attention as we walk a ways, and then stop again and again for more sadistic abuse and relief. We are now back almost to our car. I think the ride home will still leave me wanting. But I am being led past our car, the red convertible, and off down a path into the woods. Becki is following but says nothing, nor does she make any attempt to stop this big black dominating brute of a man.

Back hidden in the bushes is a white van, this sadistic pervert has opened the rear double doors, as I stand there in disbelief with the nasty itching wanting that again over shadows everything else that has happened, again I start to plead loud and long for attention and relief. I hear Becki say, “Georgia, Tom wants to drive you home. I think you will enjoy the ride.” With that said, Tom takes my underwear and stuffs them inbto my mouth and places several layers of duck tape over my mouth so that I can not speak.

My attention is attracted to a shiny object bolted to the floor of the van as I stand there it appears to be a chrome heavy duty trailer hitch ball about 2 ¼ “ in diameter. The trailer hitch ball is sitting on top of and screw into a 2x4 block of woods fixed to the van's floorboard. high and bolted firmly to the metal floor. Still naked helpless and unable to speak I am lifted up over this thing as my sadistic abuser now in the van holds me up by my naked whipped and goose bumped breasts, and Becki reaches under me and guides me until I feel the pucker of my asshole surround the trailer hitch ball. Becki says, “OK, she is positioned.” Tom slowly lets my body slide down and I felt my asshole stretch to accommodate the ball. At some point I feel that my asshole can stretch no more and I balance precariously upon the ball. Tom says, “This will never do” and he and pushes me down firmly against the cold metal floor. The pain is unimaginable and at some point I swear I could hear my asshole being torn open.

With this sadist still holding me down by my shoulders and his big swollen cock only inches from my face Becki attaches my wrists to an eye bolt in the floor behind me with several short chains and snaps. Then she takes leather cuffs placing them around my ankles and pulling them apart and snapping chains to them that has left me naked and helplessly impaled firmly against the chrome cold steel ball. It is sadistic but this cold chrome ball also gives me incredible relief. With my weight and the cuffs and chains holding me tightly to the floor, I could not have been placed in a more perverted helpless position as a hood is placed over my head. I hear the van start and drive off over the uneven ground.
I instantly realize the chrome ball is mounted directly over the rear axle that hammers my asshole sadistically and helplessly with each bump.

I start to wonder if my asshole did rip but soon as the van bumps along I feel a stirring in my asshole, a stirring in my ravaged body and I wonder how many orgasms I can have on the way home.