15 comments/ 9972 views/ 4 favorites Southern Exposure By: Southern Exposure He saw her put the camera away and walk off. When she came back, he was exhausted and breathing fast. He felt like crying but fought back the tears. She stood in front of his face again and began talking. "I had a shovel in the trunk, and I'm going to shovel the mud mixed with the stuff from inside you over into the cemetery weeds to get rid of the evidence. There isn't much, so it won't take long." He saw her walking back and forth to the cemetery a few times with a load of dirt, and then she was back kneeling by his head and holding what looked like a small rubber ball in front of his eyes. "This is a bulb syringe," she said. "See the tapered snout at this end. Watch. I'm squeezing it flat and dipping it in the container of lube. See how it's sucking up the lube and expanding until it's round again. I'm going to squeeze as much lube into you as I can until your belly is so big it's hanging down to the dust." He was too worn out to put up any resistance now. While she was stuffing him with lube, she spoke to him. "I know you're angry and upset now," she said, "but remember you agreed to this because you love me. And I'm doing it because I love you and want to prevent your problem from destroying our marriage. This is the motivation that will solve the problem. At least I hope so with all my heart." When she finished, she asked him to wait. Then she gathered the lube, the bulb, and the nozzle and walked away, dragging the hose. He put his head down and began crying. She came back and said, "I put everything away, so we're ready to leave fast if we have to. I have no control over who comes here, but I need other people to finish this, so we're going to have to wait. It's like a tree falling in the forest. Unless there are people around who can see you, there's no real embarrassment. Oh, look over there, Ted. I see somebody walking this way." "Oh no!" said Ted. "Doreen, help me! You can't leave me like this." "I'd like to help you," said Doreen, "but I'm frozen. Let me see if I can get up and go talk to them before they get too close. I want to make sure there are no children." He watched her as she approached the visitors. There were three of them. She talked to them a while, and then they all came toward him. He saw she was with three young women, and all of them were striking. They were wearing clothes more appropriate for a TV dance competition than a national park. Doreen and the three women sat down by his head. "These beautiful ladies are tourists from Hungary, Ted," she said. "This is Gizi, and this is Duci, and this is Piri. They don't speak a lot of English. They asked what we were doing, and I told them that you liked to be humiliated and abused in front of strangers and that part of the fun was yelling and pretending you were being forced against your will. "I asked them if they ever heard of that in Hungary, and they said yes. Hungarians make a lot of porno films that show that kind of thing. I asked them how they knew, and they admitted that they did a little porno acting to save money for their trip, and they've watched others making humiliation videos. "I asked them if they would like to help me, and they were kind enough to say they would love to since this place was so hot and boring. So I told them to go ahead, and I would watch and learn from them. Duci is going to start with the most popular humiliation. Get ready!" Before the words were out of Doreen's mouth, he felt a jolt of pain as Duci's hand came down on his butt. As she continued spanking him, each stroke got harder, and the speed increased at the same time. He began sobbing and screaming. Finally, she stopped. He looked up and saw Doreen and her camera moving from behind him to his face. "That was great," she said. "You should see how red your ass looks, and your face is amazing. The best part was at the beginning when you were moving your butt around trying to avoid her hand. Maybe you'll do that again. Oh, yes. Duci's just halfway through and catching her breath. She said her right arm is totally worn out, but her left arm is just as strong." "Duci said the actors in Hungary use special whips and switches that make deep marks on the ass and the thighs. She wanted to look around for a stick, but I told her no, just her hands." When the spanking was finished, he felt like the pain was radiating from his rear all through his body. "I'll send some pillows to work with you tomorrow Ted," Doreen said, "but you're going to have to explain them. "Gizi told me about something they call CBT. It stands for English words, cock and ball torture. It includes all sorts of things that are really painful, but they don't have any equipment with them." As Doreen spoke, he felt a hand grab his testicles and pull them slowly back until he felt that they were going to be ripped from his body. Then another hand slapped them so hard that the pain made him scream. The hand released his balls, but as they were dropping, there was another hard slap, and he screamed again. Now two hands began slapping his balls and penis back and forth between his legs. The pain was overwhelming, and it kept getting worse. He felt he was going to pass out any second, but he never did as the CBT went on for five minutes. When it was over, Ted's voice was gone from all the screaming, and his sobs could barely be heard. Doreen didn't sound as jolly now when she said, "The girls wanted to take off their shoes and kick your asshole, your penis, and your balls. That's what they do in Hungary. But I won't let them." "We're halfway done. I wish I could stop this, but I feel like I'm on the outside looking in. I'm like a statue. This one isn't too bad. It's called milking." He felt some fingers in his anus, and a warm hand grabbing his penis and starting to pump it. The hand was greasy but held him tight as it pulled up and down. It was rubbing the skin raw, but it was also making him hard. Now another hand grabbed his balls and began pulling them and manipulating them. It didn't feel good, but at least there wasn't any squeezing or slapping, and it seemed to arouse him even more. "The girls told me that they can get you hard and excited but in a way that there will be so much pain that you won't feel much pleasure," Doreen said. "They also told me the fingers inside your ass will make you come without ejaculating. I told them that was impossible, because you always come hard and your body slams into me. You know I love it when you do that, and it always makes me come, too." Ted began feeling strange. The pain of the hand around his penis was intense, and the hand playing with his balls was agonizing, but the fingers in his anus were making him intensely excited. Then he felt a slight tingle in his penis as he heard Doreen yell. "Piri did it! I can't believe it. She found the spot. There's a little come oozing out of you, but you didn't ejaculate. I wonder what it felt like for you." The hand on his penis released it, but he didn't feel anything. After a minute, he felt fingers reaching for his penis again and curling around it at the base. What he felt was Piri's thumb and pointer finger making a noose around the penis. The noose got tighter and more painful, and then Piri began pulling the noose down the wilted penis, torturing the raw skin. "Oh my god!" yelled Doreen. "You should see what Piri is doing. I'm getting it all on video, so you'll see it but you won't believe it. She's squeezing the rest of the come out of you like your cock is a tube of toothpaste. I'm watching it ooze out, and I still can't believe it." After Piri squeezed to the tip of his penis, she released him and Ted's body jerked. He would have collapsed, but the stocks were holding him up. His head hung down, and his dilated eyes were staring at the dust. All was quiet for a few minutes, until Doreen made another announcement. "OK, now we're ready for the finale. Lift your head and look at the girls, Ted. See how they're all flush? I wonder if it's the heat or they're excited about working with you. See how they're each holding up one hand. Piri is the smallest, and her hand is small too. Next comes Duci with a slightly bigger hand, and then there's Gizi with a hand that's just a little smaller than yours." The girls walked around behind him again, and he let his head drop once more. But a few seconds later, it jerked up as he felt fingers in his anus again." "It's Piri," said Doreen. "You're exhausted, but you're still trying to move away, especially after she put her fourth finger in. I'm getting this all on video. It looks great!" Ted began to moan as Piri bunch all five fingers together and began pushing. She didn't push hard, but she was relentless, and as she pushed, she twisted her hand around, first clockwise and then counter clockwise. Then he felt a burst of intense pain as she pushed her hand into him up to the wrist. Piri paused for a few minutes and then the relentless pushing began again. He felt her moving into him deeper. He heard Doreen speaking, but it was as if she was a million miles away. His body was in such agony that he was barely cognizant of anything else. Doreen's voice that had sounded happy earlier and then serious was now confused and bewildered. She was in awe of what she was seeing and couldn't fully grasp it. "The lube is protecting you," she said, almost mechanically. "Piri said the lube does most of the work. I don't believe it. She's almost at the elbow. No, stop there, please. I know you said you won't hurt him, but I think that's far enough. He's making some horrible sounds. "She's slowly pulling out, but when she gets to her wrist again, she's going to ball up her hand in a fist and turn it sideways as she pulls. She said that will open a huge hole and make it easier for you to accept Duci and Gizi. They won't go as deep as she did. Then we'll be done." After all the girls finished fisting him, they said goodbye to Ted while giggling a lot. He saw Doreen walk with them, and they were all talking animatedly. Then she came back to him and unlocked the stocks and helped him sit down on the platform while she pulled on his underwear and shorts. She supported him when they walked to the car. Every step he took caused pain inside his bowels and at his crotch. His butt was burning from the spanking like it was on fire. They didn't talk on the way home. She helped him get into the bathtub, and he soaked in hot water for a few hours, then went to bed and didn't wake up until 7 o'clock. She helped him sit up in bed and brought him dinner on a tray. He watched some TV after dinner but fell asleep watching and didn't wake up until morning. She wanted him to call in sick, but he said no. At the office, he realized that had been a mistake, but he managed to endure the pain until it was time to go home. By the next day, he felt slightly better. He and Doreen didn't exchange many words for almost a week. He was glad, because sometimes he felt that a conversation might provoke him to violence. After a week, she told him, "Ted, one of these days we have to talk." Still angry, Ted said nothing, turned and walked away. It was another two days before he felt calm enough to talk. "I don't really have much to explain, Ted," Doreen said. "I already told you I was doing what you agreed to. I know it was harsh and painful, but I felt it was necessary. I'm just hoping it solves the problem, but we won't know until you're no longer in pain and we can go out in public again. "One thing I haven't told you is that everything was planned. I picked a time when I was sure nobody would be around, and I hired those three girls from Craigslist. They are actually Hungarian porn actresses, but they are working in the Valley now. They've had lots of experience, and they promised me that they wouldn't tear anything or cause permanent damage. Do you have any questions?" He thought a while, and finally said, "I guess I have one. Do you love me at all anymore?" "What a question!" she said. "Of course I love you. Why do you think I did this? I was afraid that eventually your freezing would make me fall out of love and end our marriage. This was to save our marriage." He didn't respond. After a few minutes of silence, she got up. He thought about leaving her, but decided to make the decision when he was less angry. The anger subsided slowly. After a few months, he knew he wouldn't leave. She never mentioned what she did, and she was as loving and caring as ever. One day, she said she wanted to talk to him about his motivation one last time if it was all right with him. He nodded but didn't look at her while she spoke. "So far you are batting a thousand," she said, "and I feel that the motivation is working. But I know nobody's perfect, so this is what I've come up with. "If you have an occasional lapse, I won't say anything, because I'm not perfect either. If it happens too frequently, I'm going to insist that we watch the video of you and the girls. "I'm hoping that will re-motivate you, because if you start freezing again all the time, I'll begin scheduling all of my girlfriends -- one by one -- to come over and watch the video. After that, I'll start inviting women that you work with at your office. What do you think of that for continuing motivation?" "I think I know a better motivation," he said. "My motivation is to never hear you say the word motivation again for the rest of my life."