Apr 30 2011: The Katrina Weekend; Saturday

Saturday morning. I woke and they let me out. I peed. I was numb, my body was marked and hurt and my ass was so sore I could barely sit. I ate yogurt and drank coffee from the dog bowl. Mavis came over and sat with me in the basement. She was impressed with Katrina’s playroom. She lectured me on my attempt to be a runaway slut and told me how she handled a similar situation years ago when she was in her prime. Supposedly she rented a storage bin and threw her slut in there for most of a day. I chilled.

Mavis had me eat her pussy and kiss her ass. We went over to the pile of kitty liter and I knelt so she could piss on me. Her final remark was she needed some of these things in her basement for me. She locked me in the cage and went upstairs.

Somewhat later Yvonne came over; she's the super bitchy one from the group that used me back in February. She’s one of the few that I’m honestly afraid of. She laughed her ass off at me in the cage, dragged me out and I ate her. She started to beat me. I yelled and Katrina came down, took her aside and they talked. Anyway there was no more beating from her but she did piss on me.

After chatting with Jody, Joan delivered a message to the slut with grace, pissed on her and let her know it was Jody. She asked if there was anything else and when we said no, she cried. None of that fazed us. We stuffed her back in the cage for the afternoon.

Around 430 we took salope out, cuffed her hands behind her and braided her hair into two pigtails. She muttered that this must be another directive from Jody but we ignored her remark. We dragged her to the garage, put her in the back of the van again then cuffed her ankles and attached a short chain between the two in a tight hogtie, for the sake of meanness we added a blindfolded and gag. (Joan is so funny; she really gets off on shuttling naked sluts around. Pervert!) We stopped by Mavis to pick her up then drove out to Salope’s house. There was one item I for got to take from her place, namely her pony tail plug. Mavis, Joan and I went inside and Mavis got a good look at Salope’s which one never knows will come in handy. As for slut she had no idea at the time where we were. What irony!



We got to Alanna’s place around 6:00 and took her out to the barn and locked her in an unused horse stall. Only then did we remove the blindfold.



In addition to Mavis, Joan and me, the others who came were Whitney, Karen, Jessie, Jeanne, Sharene, Yvonne and Valerie.

I wasn’t too surprised to end up at Alanna’s. Due to the remoteness of her place and privacy, it’s pretty ideal for this. Instead of taking me inside the house they removed my ankle cuffs and led me by my pigtails to the barn and put me in an empty horse stall, about 10 x 10. They attached a long chain to my collar and padlocked that to a large metal ring embedded on one of the walls of the stall.

The temps were in the low 80’s and the barn was stuffy. I knelt or sat and waited. As people arrived they’d come out to the barn and see me, taunt me, pinch me and make remarks about how low I was. Most of them I recognized though I had to be reintroduced to Valerie and Sharene. Most of them pissed on me. I was in a daze and sat there and took it; if an ass or pussy was stuck in my face I just sucked it like some zombie.

They all left and went back to the house. I knew they were grilling out because I smelled food. I was ravenously hungry. After some time alone everybody came out. Whitney hand fed me bits of steak and baked beans and raw carrots, I ate from her hand and the comparison to one of the horses sank over me totally. When I finished eating Whitney poured wine down my throat.

Alanna removed the cuffs and did a beautiful crisscross rope tie from sluts wrists to her shoulders. Part of it ran around her upper body, encased and compressed the base of her tits until they looked like ripe fruit about to burst. Truly a work of art.

They led me out into the center aisle of the barn and took the chain from my collar, bent me forward until my head was about a foot from my knees. They wrapped the chain around my legs just above my knees and padlocked it. That pouched my ass back and there was no way I could stand up straight. They lubed the horse tail plug and stuck that in my ass. I felt stupid and probably looked hideous. They pulled me by my braided pigtails and led me up and down the center aisle which is probably about 50 feet long. I could not walk, only waddle like a duck or an ostrich. They swatted me with things, their hands, crops, pieces of rope, anything they could find, goading me up and down the aisle like they were driving a pig to market.

Yvonne was probably the worst at humiliating me. She and Whitney were the ones who got the bright idea to attach clamps to my nipples and tie a string from the clamps to my big toes. I could only take small steps and even then each step pulled my nipples. When I’d stumble and fall, the clamps would pulled off, I’d yell, they’d just put them back on my nipples. They’d pick me up and make me start again, I got spit on constantly. Overall it was diabolical humiliation to the max and probably as humiliating as the browning the night before. They’d pull me so hard by my braids I’d fall face down into the muck of the aisle. They’d make me look at them and all I’d see what their faces laughing at me. Begging them to stop was useless.

Have to say she looked rather comical. Joan, Mavis, Alanna and I stood back and watched the younger girls enjoy themselves. They made her keep going until she was exhausted. I reminded her she would be entertainment and this is about as amusing as it gets.

When I couldn’t go anymore, they removed the chain from my collar to my knees, threw me down in the center aisle. They pulled me around through the dirt. They pulled the pony tail plug out and somebody whacked my asshole with a crop. Then they shoved a dildo in my ass and started fucking me, ass, cunt, mouth. I couldn’t keep up with them and again just laid there and took it, the fucking, the pissing and name calling. This went on for who knows how long.

It stopped around 10. We threw her back in the stall and left her. Some of the girls went back out and used her but around midnight I stopped it and brought her back inside the house because the night air was getting too chilly. She says she barely remembered being brought back into the house. I can believe it. We untied her and she passed out on the floor. We wiped her off, put a sheet over the sofa, dragged her to the sofa and put a blanket over her and let her sleep.


Karen, Jessie left that night and Mavis and Joan rode back in with them. Sharene also left which was good, I’m not really fond her. The rest of us; me, Jeanne, Valerie and Yvonne bedded down at Alanna’s. I slept with Valerie and fucked her half the night. She's a sweetie. In return I gave approval for her and the step sis kid, Kendra, who goes by the nickname Nina, to use salope without me present but wait a week or so.

Sunday morning Salope had barely opened her eyes around 930 when Jeanne tried to drag her out to the yard to brown her. I stopped it. The look in salope’s eyes said wasted. Instead Alanna let salope shower and tended to any of the whip marks that broke the flesh. I had her lick each of the 5 of us as a thank you but declared a moratorium on fucking; she’d had enough. We fixed a substantial breakfast of sausage, eggs and toast which she devoured.


I borrowed a blanket from Alanna and wrapped salope in it and about noon drove her back home. She showered and I tucked her into bed and she fell asleep immediately. I stayed until mid afternoon, kissed her goodbye and left her. I went home snuggled with Joan and took a well deserved nap.