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Introduction

As with my first account of being gangbanged in Glasgow I have written this from the standpoint of my friend who accompanied me on both occasions. He kindly furnished me with the basic eyewitness details from which I wrote up this account. Initially, I removed his rather over-enthusiastic descriptions of me. After reading my initial draft, he insisted he would not be happy for me to upload it here unless his initial words were retained!

Please be aware that, as with the first account, this story contains descriptions of pee play and swirlies! Please skip those parts if they do not appeal to your sexual appetite.

Thank you. Luv Rachel xx

A year after her initial Glasgow Gangbang, I went to chaperone Rachel once again to an event she had organised with some of these young men in Glasgow.

Some of us have known Rachel intimately for many years, and we have enjoyed the great pleasure of all that she offers. This varies from her friendly and sometimes shy social side to her elegant and obvious beauty, to assisting her in fulfilling her more wild fantasies. These have sometimes involved us travelling with Rachel to various places over many miles.

The first time I met her, she had only just moved to the area, having qualified at Technical College and obtained a job nearby. A friend had told me about this stunningly beautiful girl he had got to know, who loved group sex and rough BDSM. He raved about helping to pussy whip her, and I thought he was exaggerating the whole story as men often do.

My first meeting with Rachel did nothing to alleviate my thoughts of my friend's overactive imagination. Standing before me was a tall, beautiful woman with an hourglass figure and the biggest smile I have ever seen. She was wearing a blue-checked blouse unbuttoned at the collar, a red fleece, and a pair of expensive jeans. She looked nothing like the woman who craved group sex and depraved treatment.

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Rachel, my friend, and I chatted amicably for over an hour. The conversation ranged from the weather, the area and our jobs. We also discussed in detail our experiences at University, or, in my case, at the technical college. Sex and anything associated with it never came up. I wanted to ask if Rachel liked pussy whipping, just so that I could show my friend up when she looked at me aghast, but that was not an option on our first meeting.

Something, however, must have clicked between us on that occasion, as she would occasionally call and ask if I was free for a coffee and chat. Then one day, she invited me round to her little flat. She was renting until she found a place that she liked enough to purchase.

She had cooked a full dinner, and by jings, Rachel can cook. It was delicious.

Afterwards, Rachel asked if I'd be good enough to advise on some clothing she had purchased. She wanted to know if it suited. I told her I was happy to do so.

She disappeared into the bedroom and, a couple of minutes later, appeared in a full-length red dress with a button-up front and short sleeves. She looked stunning.

'Beautiful, ' I commented, 'It suits you to a T.'

'Oh no, ' Rachel replied, undoing a button. 'It's what's underneath I need help with.'

I stood fixated by the spectacle of this gorgeous twenty-three-year-old woman unbuttoning her dress before me to provide a private viewing of her underwear.

$\"\"$

'Well, ' she inquired, opening her dress to reveal a matching red lacy camisole and pantie set. 'What do you think?'

'It's all fabulous, ' I commented, somewhat taken aback by her openness.

'You don't think it's a bit cheap looking? It's not proper lace, you see?'

I smiled to myself, wondering if she was aware of what she had just said about it being 'cheap-looking.' I had a feeling she did.

Things moved rather quickly from that point. I obviously gave off some sign that I'd like to see and explore the contents of the sexy outfit Rachel was wearing. Then suddenly, we were both naked in her bed as I pounded away at her beautifully natural pussy. I was in my element.

$\"\"$

When it was over, and we lay next to each other breathing heavily, I popped the question, 'Have you ever had your pussy whipped?'

I waited for the negative reply to prove my friend had lied.

'Yes, I have many times, ' she answered, an excited smile running across her pretty face. 'Have you ever done it?'

I was gobsmacked. 'No, no, I have never done it?'

'Oh. Would you like to try?'

That night I whipped my first and only pussy! I cannot say that I enjoyed the experience at that time. I did not want to hurt Rachel in any way. While I was trying to be cautious, she was asking me to crop her harder.

$\"\"$

I discovered what many had found out before: that she has a very high pain threshold and can endure more punishment than most women.

Now, ten years later, we were heading down to Glasgow.

Rachel had already experienced an on the hoof meeting with these seemingly wild and reckless young men. Here we were about to join them once again.

After her spontaneous gangbang in Glasgow, some of the young men had travelled by bus to stay with Rachel. On that occasion, she had agreed to return to Glasgow to meet these guys again. This time, they would be ready for her visit, with the number of attendees increasing to ten.

As Rachel drove me down, she asked me to look in her briefcase for some papers she wanted me to read. Eventually, I found them in a large brown envelope and began reading them as Rachel drove down the A82 towards Fort William.

I must confess that although I knew Rachel well and thought I knew what would please her, I became slightly uncomfortable as I read the email she had received.

It was a long list of everything these young men wanted to do to Rachel over the twenty-four hours we would be in Glasgow.

It was written in courser language than Rachel, I, or others of our group would have used. It ran something along the lines of:

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1. Fuck you until you cannot take any more. 2. Real fucking rough sex. 3. Tie you tight in every position to fuck and degrade you. 4. Whip you anywhere we please without mercy until you cry. 5. Make full use of you as our urinal. 6. Send you home as a complete slut and totally fucked up whore.

There were many more than these six on the list. These, however, provide an idea of what Rachel was driving south to face.

She smiled and asked, \"Well?\"

I was not sure what to say other than, \"Are you sure you're doing the right thing?\"

She smiled again and replied, \"I hope so anyway, it will be fun finding out!\"

Upon arriving in Glasgow, we found the place we were looking for in the suburbs - a small factory unit where the event was to take place. I have no idea how these guys obtained its use for twenty-four hours, but it was undoubtedly ideal for the occasion.

Rachel parked her car, and we both walked over and went into the unit through a door leading to an entrance area. One of the young men Rachel had met before greeted us.

$\"\"$

Contrary to my expectations, he was charming, giving Rachel a peck on the cheek.

He smiled and said to me, \"Great to meet you. Thanks for coming with her, but we are not thugs and will respect our sexy friend.\"

Just then, another two lads appeared from the main work area. One seemed to stop dead in his tracks, staring at Rachel. She was dressed, as so often, in a long full length pale blue button-down dress with a fantastic lacy collar.

She looked far from a woman who was about to give her body to the mercy of ten sex-crazed guys.

\"Fuck me, you are a sexy fucking bitch, aren't you?\" is about all he could say. It did, however, sum up how she looked very well.

The other one, too, seemed shocked at her demeanour and said simply: \"By jings!\"

There were few formalities as these three prepared Rachel for the hours that lay ahead, while I looked on. I did feel a bit sorry for them as the equipment they had was very basic and mostly homemade. Neither they nor Rachel seemed bothered.

They made her stand with her legs spread and placed a piece of 2-inch by 2-inch wood between her feet. Then, using a roll of duct tape, they proceeded to attach this to her ankles.

They placed the tape around her ankles, sticky side out. This procedure prevented the tape from sticking to her skin and gave her leg a bit of freedom within the binding.

The tape was turned the correct way, sticky side to sticky side, then wrapped around the piece of wood until it was secure, holding Rachel's legs apart by about 60 centimetres.

Then Rachel's wrists were taped together behind her back in the same way so her skin did not stick to the tape. An old rusty chain was placed around her neck and secured with a padlock as one of the guys commented: \"We got this idea from that film 'Dogsville' where Nicole Kidman gets chained up and fucked.\"

Once they had the chain in place, they asked Rachel if she was ready. Within no more than fifteen minutes of getting out of the car, she was being led, still fully clothed, through another door and into the workshop area. Fluorescent lights illuminated the scene, and large wooden shelves lined one side.

In the middle was a mattress sitting inside a very poorly made wooden frame. I watched in anticipation as Rachel hobbled towards the group of young men waiting for her.

Some wolf whistles and sighs let out from those who had not met her previously as they all saw how beautiful Rachel was.

All ten guys looked rather mean, cruel, and, in some cases, not too good-looking. Their hairstyles ranged from skinheads to gelled up to long hippy styles. What an assortment, I thought.

One of the men moved towards her and lifted the front of her dress. He then placed his hand down the front of her knickers. Suddenly, Rachel jumped and let out a little squeal as he gripped her hairy pussy tightly.

\"So you want us to make you into a dirty fucking old whore? You will allow us to do anything we want to you except what you have already stated is not acceptable, is that correct?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"And you are ours to do what we want with until tomorrow night?\"

\"Do I have any choice bound like this?\" she answered with a smile.

$\"\"$

Just then, someone lifted the back of her dress. He pulled her knickers just far enough down to reveal her arse and stuck his finger right up her anus. Rachel jumped at the suddenness of the assault from the rear.

The guy exclaimed, \"Fucking sexy but dirty little arse you have!\"

I watched as the top of her dress was slowly and carefully undone and dropped down to her wrists. Rachel's bra was unclipped, exposing those wonderfully small but immensely attractive tits. Then someone produced a soft leather belt and twice caught Rachel lightly across her breast.

$\"\"$

\"This is what awaits if you do not co-operate. Understand?\" he asked.

Rachel nodded in recognition.

Then an order was given, \"On your knees, bitch!\"

Rachel tried to obey, but with her hands bound behind her and her feet spread wide, it was not easy. No one assisted her, so she had great difficulty getting into the required position.

Eventually, she managed to get into a kneeling position after some uncertainty, hesitation, and instability. Someone rolled up her dress to expose her thighs. With the top of her dress already down, revealing her tits, she did look incredibly sexy.

\"Good girl, now each of us is going to walk around and ask you what you are and what you want us to do. If you provide a good answer, all the better for you; a poor answer will result in punishment - understand?\"

$\"\"$

Rachel nodded, \"Yes.\"

\"Yes, what?\"

\"Yes, sir.\"

\"Better. Now, let's start. What are you, and what should we do to you?\"

\"I'm a bitch and should be punished!\"

\"Not bad, but I want a better answer than that.\"

\"I'm a dirty bitch and should be punished by you for being a bitch.\"

\"Sir?\" The guy added to remind her.

\"Sir.\"

\"Pass. Next\"

Another guy moved in front and, undoing his trousers, produced his cock, which was naturally enough very erect.

\"What are you, and what should this do to you?\" he inquired.

\"I'm a tart, and you should shag me hard with your cock, sir!\"

\"Pass. Next.\"

Another guy took up his position and looked down on her.

$\"\"$

\"I'm not so easy to please. What are you, and what should we do to you?\"

\"I'm a dirty cunt and should be fucked hard!\"

\"Fail! Say more!\"

\"I'm a dirty fucking cunt and should be fucked hard in each hole, sir!\"

\"Pass. Next\"

\"I want to know more. What are you, and what do you deserve?\"

\"Sir, I am a dirty whore who deserves to be fucked in each hole and treated like the dirty whore I am!\"

\"Pass. Next.\"

$\"\"$

\"They were far too easy on you! I want to know much more than that. Talk real dirty to me, you fucking filthy slag!\"

\"I'm a filthy fucking dirty piece of fuckmeat and should be used in any way you choose to use me as I'm nothing but a total slut, whore and prostitute!\"

\"You forgot something!\"

\"Sir.\"

\"Pass. Just. Next.\"

\"What are you, and what do you deserve?\"

\"I'm a dirty fucking bitch and a filthy whore who deserves to be treated with no mercy because of the whore I am!\"

\"You're getting better. Keep it up. Pass. Next.\"

I have seen this type of thing done to Rachel before, but never like this right at the commencement. Usually, most guys, upon meeting Rachel, are unwilling to wait before getting straight to having sex with her. I was impressed by these guys' self-constraint.

Another thing about this type of self-humiliation is that Rachel never uses coarse language in everyday situations. Apparently, as a youngster, it was just not tolerated in the home. Therefore, you will never hear Rachel throw in an expletive or crude word in everyday conversation in regular life. It would only be in a situation like this, playing up to those who use her, that she would ever become so base. That is another great turn on for me, at least.

The interrogations continued.

\"How old are you, you filthy creature?\"

\"Thirty-three, Sir.\"

\"Rather an old fucking cunt for us. I'm the oldest at twenty-five, and the youngest is eighteen, so why should we all fuck such a dirty old woman like you?\"

\"Because in all of Glasgow, you won't find such a dirty, filthy, slutty tart like me. As I am such an old and depraved slut, you should have fun making me a bigger, dirtier whore than I already am, sir.\"

That was the start of what I have to admit was the roughest sex session I have ever witnessed with Rachel. Often, she had asked us to experiment and try to do things differently or harder on her. However, this was her at the total mercy of these rough and ready Glaswegians.

Her dress was now cut off, and not for the first time, I found myself wondering whether that had been a new one or one she had picked up second-hand from some charity shop. Her clothing bill must be pretty significant.

Once naked, Rachel was thoroughly explored front and back and had her tits and arse slapped, pulled and pummelled by each of the men.

$\"\"$

She was bent over as someone stuck his cock right up her cunt without any hesitation or lubrication. Another took her mouth. One pulled her tits, and the other her hair, as she was given no respite from their advances.

Then another rammed his massive cock deep into her tight arsehole. I know from experience how tight it is. I was not surprised, therefore, when she stopped sucking the other guy's cock and let out a bellow like a mad cow.

Once they had finished, Rachel's wrists were untied as she was roughly thrown onto the mattress and positioned on all fours, the chain still around her neck and her legs held apart by the spacer bar.

Once again, a willing band of volunteers took a turn to ravish her exposed delights without any hesitation or seeming care. The harder they fucked her, the better they enjoyed themselves. Occasionally, they smacked her hard across her bum with their hands, usually as they were changing person or position, thus drawing out a whimpering scream from their willing but suffering victim.

$\"\"$

Rachel was placed onto her back as the men queued up to fuck her natural pussy. It was evident that each man was as rough as they could be by squeezing her tits or pulling her hair as they pummelled her cunt with their cocks.

Even just watching, I was getting quite a massive hard-on. When someone asked if I wanted to join in the fun, I did find it hard to resist. After about six or seven had used her in this manner, I could see cum starting to drip out of her full pussy and dribble between her legs. Others noticed, too, as they delighted to fuck her again to make her even fuller.

$\"\"$

After a short break, it was a cum bath over her face. Rachel was again positioned on all fours. The young men gathered around and commenced to masturbate until they shot their load right across her lovely face and into her brown hair.

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Then she was retaken up her arse by each guy one after another. I knew she would be asked to perform a blow job on them to clean them up. I could see Rachel heaving heavily as there was no let-up for her as cocks were forced up her anus, into her vagina or between her lips. She put up with this constant barrage for about 4 hours, after which I could see she was tiring.

$\"\"$

There was a wee meal break when we had the most unhealthy meal: crisps, Irn Bru and Chocolate.

The meal ended almost as soon as it began.

Rachel was hauled against one of the shelving units, facing it. Then her hands secured to the uprights in a spread-eagle position.

Someone took a brown leather belt and swished very hard across her bare backside. There was a massive crack as it made contact, and an absolute scream from Rachel.

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Then another of the men stepped forward with a huge wooden clothes peg that must have been all of eight inches in length and pulled her tit tight, clipped it into her breast. Someone handed him a second, and it went the same way on the other breast.

Rachel shivered and squirmed as well as gasped as they were both attached. I walked over to check she was okay, and despite having tears in her eyes, she saw me and gave me a little wink to say all was well. She was allocated another two whacks with the belt and released.

The men then untied Rachel and led her out of the central area towards a door marked 'toilet'.

I strained to see past those cramming the cloakroom, where I saw an open shower area. Rachel was lifted upside down onto some sort of rectangular wooden frame.

The spacer bar she had worn since arriving was removed, and her ankles were secured by two short but thick leather belts screwed into the wooden frame. Between these and her flesh were two small towels. Her arms were left free to reach the ground and help support her weight.

Like the one around the mattress, the frame looked very crude and basic, and I feared it might collapse around her.

At last, the men removed the old chain from her neck, and Rachel, secured in the frame, was lifted into the shower area, which had three showerheads. Each was directed towards her and turned on. As the water flowed, the men removed the enormous pegs from her tits.

At first, it was warm water, but I could see one of the men moving between the showerheads and turning the controls toward the cold blue section.

Someone then produced two clear motor funnels and pushed them into Rachel's arse hole and cunt. As she was upside down and the main shower was directed at this area, they quickly filled with water and, of course, channelled it into her body.

I watched her shiver as the cold water ran down her body and over her head. I had seen her do something similar before; however, never in this position and not for so long.

By the time they had finished, she was covered in goosebumps and shivering almost uncontrollably. As they took Rachel down, the two funnels were removed, and she was allowed to rest in the shower. I caught her eye from the back of the guys and saw one of her reassuring winks again.

Now it was time to warm her up. Each of the young men gathered around her cold and naked form. They pointed their erect manhoods in her direction and released the contents of their bladders all over her. Several commanded her to open her mouth and drink.

The belt reappeared to ensure Rachel complied and was used to strike her breasts. She opened her mouth until I could see it was overflowing with yellow liquid. Then, to everyone's amazement and even mine, she swallowed. The young men were most impressed by Rachel's determination.

Rachel was allowed a warm shower in private before coming out still naked into the central workplace. Once again, she was fucked in every hole in every way by every man.

I was beginning to feel tired, and all I had done was watch! I know too that it was nearly midday. We had already been there for almost sixteen hours. I was starving and couldn't help saying so.

I was amazed when Rachel suggested I take her car to get a fish supper for everyone. Knowing that she is not short of a pound or two, I obeyed, hoping that I'd be able to find a fish shop easily.

When I returned, Rachel was naked on the mattress, chatting to the guys as if they were best friends and answering their questions as to how they had done so far.

After lunch, the guys asked Rachel what she thought they should do next.

\"Well, \" she said as if thinking hard, \"I am guessing from the way you have all treated me so far that you want to play some more toilet games with me?\"

\"Fuck me, of course, we do, \" one of them answered, \"Who would not want to have another piss over such a fucking gorgeous lass like you?\"

With that, Rachel was again bound with her hands behind her back and led back into the shower area. At the last minute, the men decided a toilet was better.

They dragged Rachel into a sizeable disabled cubicle and stuffed her head down the pan. The guys seemed to have a never-ending supply of urine that kept covering their plaything as she was held tight in this position.

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Once they had all finished, I could see the yellow liquid was lying above her head, and I guessed she was holding her breath. The leather belt appeared and slapped hard against her prone backside. Her head lifted as she gulped from pain, and I knew she had swallowed their discharge. Her head was again pushed down the loo as all the guys enjoyed giving her swirlie after swirlie, the tension building up each time as we waited for the cistern to refill.

With that over, she showered, this time watched by everyone.

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Once she came out, the men bound Rachel on the mattress in a kneeling position. Her bum was in the air, exposing her anus and pussy. Someone then produced one of those kitchen things called a 'mortar and pestle' for crushing herbs and seeds. The crusher is shaped somewhat like a tiny torpedo, wider at one end and narrower at the other.

Someone explained to Rachel, \"This is going up your cunt and shit hole whether you like it or not.\"

I saw Rachel's eyes widen as the guys showed her the rounded implement. It was only about five centimetres at its widest. I knew, however, that it would stretch her and hurt.

To be fair to the lads, they covered it in lubricating jelly before inserting it, narrow end first. I could see that it fit well into both holes, and Rachel let out a few little moans as it was moved around freely inside her.

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It was then removed and inserted first into her pussy the other way around, with the hard, round bit going in first. I watched as it met some resistance and was then shoved further into her cunt. As it went further, Rachel squealed and shuddered until it must have been in by 15 centimetres. Once again, it was wriggled, and this time Rachel did not moan in appreciation but more in apprehension and pain.

After five minutes of this, it was removed and carefully lubricated again before being held against her anus. I watched as it was deliberately pushed further in, expanding her tight arsehole as it went. Rachel grunted, moaned, breathed hard and screamed as her shit hole was stretched almost to her limit by this hard, smooth, invasive implement. I knew myself how tight her backside was. I had entered it on many occasions.

Suddenly, it was right through her entrance, and it seemed as if her bum swallowed it up as it quickly went in, to a depth of about twelve centimetres. Again, the men wriggled it around as poor Rachel continued to gasp and moan, much to the delight of everyone watching. The guys took turns playing with it as it stuck out of her backside, resembling, for all the world, the short, stubby tail of a wee dog.

$\"\"$

While someone moved it, others enjoyed flicking her tits hanging low due to her position on all fours. Others got another blow job from her mouth, although this was often interrupted as the pestle in her backside changed position, and another sound came from her lips. I guess this little game lasted about an hour before they removed the pestle with more than a bit of difficulty.

Rachel was allowed a five-minute rest before being asked what they could do to her next.

She replied, \"You said you wanted to whip me all over. If anyone else wants to shag me, now is the time. I'll be too sore afterwards.\"

I thought it was strange that no one took her up on the offer of further sex, but maybe, like me, they all wanted to see just how much punishment she could take.

$\"\"$

Once again, she was tied spread-eagled to one of the shelves, this time facing outwards towards her would-be torturers. \"We can whip you anywhere?\" one asked.

\"Yes, anywhere.\"

\"As hard as we want?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"As many times as we want?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"Over your tits?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"Hard?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"Up your cunt and round your arse?\"

\"Yes, anywhere.\"

\"Until you tell us to stop.\"

\"Or I pass out, \" she laughed.

\"Can we then turn you around and do your back and arse?\"

\"Yes, if you don't want me to sit and drive home.\"

\"He can drive you home, \" someone answered, pointing to me.

\"True.\"

The soft leather belt reappeared and was handed to one of the guys, who showed he was aiming for her thighs. One swing and it landed smartly across her legs, almost expertly placed. Rachel whimpered but did not scream as a red line started to appear where the belt had struck.

The next guy wanted her tummy and navel and ran a finger around where he was aiming. He was slightly off target but caught Rachel fully across her trim tummy, and this time she did scream.

The next guy told her he intended to make her into a red and white striped Zebra, and he had the pleasure of aiming across her tits. I saw Rachel close her eyes as the belt flashed and landed hard and flat right across both breasts. I could undoubtedly see the Zebra look starting to stand out on her tied, taught and prone body.

Another aimed a strike up between her legs into her pussy, and a bellow of pain, or maybe pleasure, left her lips.

$\"\"$

One of them put on a thick pair of industrial gloves and walked over to Rachel, taking hold of one of her breasts. He positioned it so that he held the nipple proud between his thumb and forefinger.

Another of her tormentors took the end of the belt and flicked it hard at her exposed nipple. There was yet another gasp of pain from Rachel as the belt made contact. Again, the belt was flicked across the exposed nipple, again the same response from the helpless victim.

I counted ten occasions on which the belt fell across her nipple. Rachel almost became limp and suspended on the ropes that bound her to the shelves.

Her face was pulled up by her hair, so she looked up at the guy holding her, who said, \"You cannot give up now we still have the other tit and your fucking arse to whip.\"

I moved past them all to get to Rachel. I lifted her face by her chin so she could see me, and a small wry smile played around her lips as she winked once again.

As she did so, I could see real tears in her eyes. I thought she would have had enough, as she must have been in tremendous pain. I moved away, knowing that she was still okay with the proceedings.

I took a back seat as her other breast was, this time grabbed roughly and held in the same way. This made her nipple stand proud, ready for the end of the leather belt.

I watched, absorbed as the last thirty centimetres of the belt flicked in the direction of her erect nipple. It reminded me of a snake's flicking tongue.

There was the sound of it making contact with Rachel's sensitive skin, and once again, the now-familiar whale from its bound victim. This time, there was no let-up as the belt was flicked back in an upward direction, this time catching Rachel's nipple underneath.

I was rock hard myself, watching and trying to put myself in her shoes (except she was not wearing any at that time. She was not wearing anything!!) Each time the belt flicked, it seemed to catch Rachel in just the right and most painful and intimate place, bringing forth groans and screams.

Eventually, she broke and, shaking uncontrollably as she swung on her restrains called, \"Enough. Stop......Please.\"

Immediately, the man holding the belt, ready for yet another strike, stopped and let it fall limp to his side. I could see that both of Rachel's breasts were almost glowing red, and tears were running down her face.

She looked up and said, \"I'm sorry, I really am, but that was my limit for my tits!\"

Just about everyone went to help release her.

Rachel looked up and whispered, \"No! Just let me hang here for a few minutes. I'm sure you're all enjoying the view.\"

I think if any of her tormentors had questioned Rachel's desires or abilities to cope in such a situation, it was this statement that made them realise just how extraordinary she is. Knowing her as I did, I, too, was totally in awe of this intelligent and beautiful woman. As I had been numerous times previously, I was amazed at her allowing herself to be used in such a way, and to such an extent, by these rough and ready young men from the suburbs of Glasgow.

Rachel stayed suspended and heaving in pain as her head drooped almost upon her chest. Her hair, wet with sweat, was hanging down over her body, practically completely hiding her red and swollen breasts.

Someone tenderly lifted her head and enquired if she was okay. She looked him straight in the eye and replied, \"Yes, thank you, sir. It's just that my tits are a bit sore, and I need a wee rest before my pussy joins them!\"

I was surprised to hear that. I had thought Rachel would have had enough.

To see her still suspended and suggesting that her pussy could also be whipped was indeed something exceptional.

Rachel hung there for maybe fifteen minutes.

She pulled herself upright and just said, \"I'm ready!\"

I am sure we were all just amazed at this. Her legs were open, so access to her pussy was unrestricted. After a brief conversation with a couple of lads, Rachel insisted that she really was okay.

Yet another of the young men stepped forward and took the belt, ready to whip her pussy. He swung it back and flicked it up between her legs. It hit the side of her thighs, losing some of its power before making sharp contact with her pussy. Rachel smarted and let out a big gasp as it struck.

However, she stood rigid, waiting for the next whack. It soon came and again made contact with the inside of her thighs before reaching its target.

Seeing the trouble they were having directly hitting the target, Rachel spoke up.

\"Why not lie me down on that mattress. Place me so that my pussy is on the edge and spread my legs wide on the frame? That will make it easier to control the belt, provide a bigger target and get the result you all want?\"

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No sooner said than done.

Rachel was untied from the big shelves and replaced, so her bum was lying right on the very edge of the mattress. We could all see her logic in suggesting this new position. It did give the person using the belt unobstructed access to her most intimate and sensitive area.

Time and again, the belt flew quickly through the air, catching its victim in the right place. Time and again, the beautiful creature lying naked and exposed on the mattress cried out in pain as her pussy became increasingly sore.

After ten direct hits, Rachel again cried out, \"Stop. Please.\"

The guy with the belt stopped. Again, I looked at Rachel, who was heaving heavily in her bonds and perspiring freely. She continued crying from the obvious pain.

Everyone gathered around and started to release her when she said, \"Wait a minute, just let me lie here and get my breath back.\"

I am guessing that this was no real hardship to the young men, as her position was indeed very revealing and incredibly sexy for those of us who enjoy BDSM play.

$\"\"$

The sight of her still bright red tits and now increasingly reddening pussy area was as big a turn-on for everyone else as it was for me.

After ten minutes of small talk between the men and Rachel, she composed herself and was willing to be untied.

It was now six in the evening, and we had been in that factory unit for nearly 24 hours. Once again, I was ravenous. All the nonstop action had kept the wolf of appetite at bay.

As they were undoing her bonds to free her, one of the bunch enquired if he could not whip her one more time between her legs.

Rachel thought for a few seconds before answering, \"Okay, just one more time!\"

With that, they made sure she was secure once again in the rough wooden frame. Someone brought one of the two funnels that had been inserted into her pussy and arse when she was upside down in the shower.

One of the young men placed it in her mouth and secured it rather crudely with more Rhino tape. She now lay bound and spread with a clear plastic funnel sticking out of her mouth. One of the guys knelt over her face and, producing his cock commenced to pee into the funnel.

I watched as it filled with yellow urine. I also looked carefully at Rachel's face as she tried to position her tongue under the funnel to stop it from flowing into her mouth. Just then, the belt caught her between her legs, which neither she nor I was expecting, making her jump and, of course, swallow the urine in the funnel.

Rachel coughed and spluttered. I went to help, but was beaten to the job by the guys who had pushed and used her to her limit for the previous twenty-four hours. In no time, they had removed both funnel and bonds, helping Rachel to her feet.

She stood there still sputtering and wet with physical perspiration and pee covering her face, making it glisten. A small smile came across her lips as she said, \"That was a dirty trick to play on me!\"

Now looking a bit sheepish, one of the lads answered, \"We wanted to finish proceedings off on a high!\"

\"Who said anything about finishing?\" Rachel replied to everyone's surprise, and my stomach's great consternation. \"No, my boobs are burning, and so is my pussy, so you had better all get in that shower for some cold water treatment to cool me down.\"

That is precisely what happened. Rachel was sprayed over her breasts and pussy with cold water for twenty minutes in order, at least in her terms, to relieve the pain of the whipping she had endured in those two sensitive areas.

I retrieved Rachel's small case from her car, and she was allowed to dress still under the ever-watchful and always lustful eyes of the young Glaswegians she had so satisfied over the hours that had passed. I noticed, though, that she did not put on any underwear. I knew that bra and panties were a bit too much to place over sensitive areas.

Once Rachel was dressed, she was warmly embraced by each of her friends with whom she had become so intimate. As we left, the guys presented her with a small framed picture of Glasgow looking along the Clyde and had all individually written something on the back, most of which was slightly naughty.

The picture now hangs in her dining room. I am sure that most visitors to her home have no idea how she got the picture or what sexual messages it contains on the reverse!

I was glad to finally get Rachel into the car. She was quiet at first as we headed up the M80 away from the city and towards a little place we had stayed in before at Stirling.

\"Well, how did I do?\" Rachel enquired after a few miles.

\"Brilliant, \" I replied. \"Just brilliant!\"

\"You think so?\"

\"Of course. You were great, and they just loved you.\"

\"I never thought I'd allow all I did. I was not at all sure about that whipping.\"

\"Well, you were fantastic, ' I enthused.\"

\"You know that whipping of my nipples was excruciatingly painful, but did you think it turned them on?\"

\"Yes, I'm very sure it did.\"

\"Good, well, as long as they were all happy, then so am I.\"

We stopped at the small hotel and checked into our room. Much to my delight, we then searched for food, wonderful, glorious, tasty food!

When we finally returned to the room, Rachel undressed and asked me to rub cream over her sore body.

Then, in that lovely, sexy voice of hers, she sweetly asked me if I'd fuck her swollen pussy as she wanted to see what it was like and also thank me for coming with her. Naturally enough, I was keen to help out, even if she did wince more than once during our time that night.

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