Marion was home and in her favorite armchair. It was several days after her first experience at the house that Don had directed her to. She was still sore around the nipples and her bottom was also sore in one or two areas. Her pussy was still very tender where the martinet had struck at the very center of her sex. She had noticed the pain when she had been in her bathtub slowly and luxuriously rubbing her lips and seeking the clitoris. The pressure on the soft lips reminded her in the burst of pain of the agony of the other night. She had not heard from Don since she had been at the house and she was eager to hear something and to learn if possible, of the opinion of the men who had enjoyed her. She had settled in the chair to read some erotic literature, although she was convinced that no work of fiction could surpass the adventure she had begun as a slave the group of men. She thought it strange that she knew only Don to be a member, and she was unsure how many others. "Were there 4 others besides Don?" she said to herself. " Was it Don that ass fucked me or was it one of the others?" she further questioned. She cast her mind back to her relationship with Don and could not actually recall having had anal sex with him. She felt fairly sure that he had not been one of those who had placed his penis in her mouth. She was sure that she would have recognized his organ by shape and size, and that her experience with him made the likelihood of knowing the feel of him in her vagina. She was quite curious to have her impressions confirmed or otherwise. As she sat thinking of these things, the phone rang and she quickly picked it up, " Hello ." " Be ready to be picked up in half an hour, I'll be there with my car. Take off your panties if you're wearing any before I get there." Don said in a brusque manner. He went on, " We'll drive to a little spot in the country, the other members want us to be where no neighbors will be bothered if there is noise." Marion felt herself tense when she heard the last phrase, fearful that the noise might involve her. She went to the bedroom and opened the closet. She picked a soft wool skirt, wanting something smooth against the skin of a bared bottom, especially one that was still tender in spots from her last adventure with Don and his friends.She put on a bra that fastened in the front, so that she could get it off in a hurry and without awkward moves if she was ordered to remove it. It was about ten minutes later when she heard the doorbell and she went to the door and opened it. To her surprise, Don had with him a young man, she was sure on seeing him that he wasn't more than seventeen or so years old. She wondered if he had been one of the men at the house the other night. " Lift your skirt, so we can be sure you haven't any panties on ! " she was ordered. Marion paused a moment, feeling some embarrassment at the thought of this young boy seeing her without underwear. " No need to worry about Lyle seeing your pussy, he not only saw it, he was in it up to his balls." Don said, answering the unasked question. Marion lifted her skirt and the two men saw the dark hair of her pussy and as she turned in front of them, they saw the still sore looking bottom cheeks. " Very good Marion, it is good you have followed our instructions because the penalty would be severe and your ass is already sore enough looking." she was told as she dropped her skirt and joined Don and Lyle in the car. She was offered a seat in the back of the car and she took them up on the offer and entered. The drive into the country was pleasant, the car was smooth and quiet, and she was not bothered for conversation during the trip. She had not paid much attention to the conversation between Lyle and Don, but from time to time the words " ass, cunt , tits , fuck and suck" drifted to her in the rear of the car. She assumed they were discussing the various "amusements" that would face her when she arrived at the destination. The car turned onto a lane leading she discovered to the shore of a lake, the pinetrees grew almost to the water and sheltered the cabin she suddenly saw in front of the car. She noticed two other cars parked at the side of the cabin and knew that they were not going to be alone. " Get out Marion and go into the cabin we will come in a few minutes." Don said. The inside of the cabin was surprisingly luxurious, with thick piled rugs and very modern looking furniture, including an ottoman in front of the fire- place. She went into one of the bedrooms, and looked at the large double bed and the mirrors on the walls and ceiling. She was sure that the room was not just for sleeping. She went back into the large room that seemed to serve as both living, and dining area and stood looking out the large window to the lake. The view was fantastic with the water and trees. She hoped to have a chance to swim. Don and Lyle entered the cabin and told her to go into one of the bedrooms and strip completely. She hesitated only for a moment, and Don looked as though he was ready to take his belt off and apply it. He had only moved his hand to the waist, but Marion recognized the threat and quickly took off her blouse, bra and skirt. Her nipples erected immediately as the cool air made contact with them. " Go to the front of the cabin and go out on the porch, the others will meet you there." Lyle said, looking at the firm breasts and the nipples and all but licking his lips at the sight. As her buttocks undulated with her steps to the front door Lyle found his attention drawn to the pert cheeks and the wisps of dark hair visible as she walked. Marion stepped on to the porch and found four men, dressed in bathing suits that left nothing to the imagination as far as their cocks were concerned. She was sure that all four of them had hard-ons thrusting the fabric of the scant suits out in many colored bulges. "Come here Marion!" one of them ordered," and bend over the railing of the porch, then reach behind yourself and spread your cheeks apart." She felt the hard but smooth wood of the railing press on her stomach as she followed the instructions, and she placed her hands on each cheek and pulled apart. She could feel the anus partially open as her cheeks were spread. She heard some movement behind her and felt the head of a penis insert itself. She drew in a deep breath as the shaft of the penis followed the head into the depths of her bowel. Just as quickly she felt the penis withdraw and she looked back over her shoulder to see the young boy Lyle, his bathing suit off, wiping his erect penis with a washcloth. She was impressed with the size of his organ and realized that it was being prepared to reenter her after cleansing. She was grateful that this precaution was being taken, having read of the dangers of moving from anal to vaginal sex without washing. She stopped her musing at the landing of a severe slap on the left buttock, and she heard, " turn your face away Marion and stay bent over the railing with your cheeks spread." She looked ahead of herself and watched the surface of the lake. She next felt a hand roughly touch the lips of her vagina, and spread them slightly as the fingers searched for her clitoris, and finding it rubbed it to arousal. The lips were further spread by a massive penis that she was sure belonged to Lyle and a steady pumping action began. The organ filled her vagina to the point of being almost painful, but the sensation was far from pain as her passions mounted in response to the rythmic strokes. As she moved toward orgasm, the penis was suddenly withdrawn and she felt a great sense of disappointment at failing to achieve climax. She was aware of a shower of warm liquid falling on her buttocks and upper thighs as the penis left her and was certain that the man had not failed to reach the end of his orgastic experience. " Slaves are here today to satisfy not to be satisfied!" she was told as some cloth was applied to the wet spots on her skin. Marion was still looking at the lake and had not turned to look at the gathered men on the porch since the earlier smack on the ass. She stood awaiting the next commands to her as the slave of the day, and hoping that she would be allowed to reach orgasm when next stimulated in that direction. Little did Marion anticipate the sensations that came to her across her lower back and then across both buttocks. She felt sharp, hot and brief flashes of excrutiating pain falling in rapid sequence on her flesh. She turned to see what was happening. What she saw was Lyle snapping a bath towel, obviously wet,at her bottom and back. One or two of the others decided that this was the thing to do for the moment and she was attacked by the wet and painful ends of three towels. She was soom hopping from one foot to another and screaming for the onslaught to stop. As she danced in agony one of the towels struck directly on her vulva and the pain dropped her to her knees. She clasped her hands to the crease in the hope of protecting herself from another such blow. For the immediate instant the towels stopped flying at her while the men waited for the pain to subside a little. Marion knelt crying and holding both hands in her crotch. to be continued