Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Hurt Me Part 1 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------- WARNING -- This is a sexually explicit story and is unsuitable for children under the age of eighteen. This work is copyrighted by the author (c) 2004. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to noncommercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Hurt Me Part 1 These urges usually come over me when I am really down on myself--it's like I know I need to be punished for being so horribly flawed. This last time I had really fucked up at work and just barely squeaked by as far as not getting fired. I was in the basement mentally and even though it was a warm and sunny Saturday I just couldn't shake the feelings of worthlessness. I paced about the apartment for a while and then decided a good strenuous walk might help my mood or at least exhaust me into taking a nap. I quickly established an aggressive pace, breaking a sweat before I'd left the block. I walked out of my residential neighborhood and headed for a service road that travels through some light industry before entering a wild, overgrown area that runs near the freeway. I was head-down and panting my way up the incline that leads from the last of the parking lots and my brain was still spiraling around the central truth of my own inadequacy. I was trudging along sidewalks that were growing more and more encroached upon by weeds as I began to notice larger and larger plants signalling my entry into the untended part of the road. The flora may not have been my primary focus but some part of my brain noted that amongst the grass that was going to seed and the poke berry there was the occasional thistle with its spike-fringed leaves and tufts of woolly seeds and the woody vines of brambles studded with evilly barbed thorns. The two threads of my thoughts collided suddenly and I knew what I had to do. It wasn't like I hadn't done it before. This would only be the latest chapter in a long history of indulgence albeit an indulgence that I had not partaken of since I was a teenager. I stopped, looked up and down the deserted road, and picked my way into the woods that ran thick and unbroken on that side of the road. I hadn't gone far before turning back revealed that I would be utterly invisible to anyone walking or driving along the road. A few more steps and the trees opened into a clearing that afforded the underbrush enough light to have encouraged a veritable explosion of creepers and weeds. I made sure all my favorites were present and began to strip off my shirt and running shorts. My chest was pounding with anticipation. My breathing came shallow and quick. I kept my shoes and socks on to avoid stepping on the abundant twigs and briars that covered the ground. Once I was naked, my full breasts heaving on my surging chest, my firmly curved buttocks prickly with sweat, I surveyed nature's offerings and made up my mind. I don't know the name of this plant, but it is uniquely well suited for what I needed. It grows about a foot high and is covered with thin, sharp needles of translucent thorns all along its stems and particularly on the underside of its ragged-edged leaves. Better still, the thorns have some irritant sap in or on them so that the skin of anyone that scrapes on them raises up in welts that tingle in a way slightly milder than the reaction to a bee sting. I spied a healthy specimen on the ground and using a technique I perfected in my younger days, I crouched and slid my pussy up the main stalk of the plant so as to turn the leaves upside down and then settled my ass to the ground, pinning the plant between my pussy lips and anus and the ground. An electric thrill traveled along every nerve in my body! The thickest part of the stem with its correspondingly hardier prickers was jammed right into my butt crack where the needles could bite into the tender flesh. The leaves were spread out across the breadth of my shaved pussy so that countless daggers stabbed my folds of skin and the thinner part of the stem raked right up into my pussy. I was simultaneously aroused and in pain--it was a mixture that I found was already lightening my mood. I shifted and felt a myriad of pinpoints of pain until I could feel my swelling clit come right up against several needles. I wiggled and squirmed--working the prickers into my skin to enjoy the fullest sense of pain. I was practically feeding off the pain. But I needed more--I was far from satiated. I stood up and looked down at the poor broken plant that I had crushed for my own perverse needs. Don't worry, I thought to myself, your big brothers will avenge you. Nearby there was a thicket of brambles. I approached it, sizing up its intricate web of thick vines and thinner runners all of which where covered with curved thorns like those on a rose bush. On the older growth the thorns were long and brown and looked like the extended claws of a cat. The younger growth's thorns were still green and their tips were fresh and sharp--coming to needle thin points that gleamed in the filtered sunlight. It was a delicate operation that I next performed. The key is to limit the pain to the erogenous zones--the pussy, the ass (especially the anus), the breasts, while avoiding pain in the rest of the body. I first located a thick bunch of older vines that had sagged under their own weight and carefully straddled them. Provided I didn't move the vines were merely a slightly unpleasant presence against my pussy as I proceeded. Next I reached two more old-growth vines that were in front of me and lifted them over my head and laid them against my ass so that the tension in the vines held the thorns against my butt cheeks. Finally, I carefully collected several of the more flexible younger runners and pulled them toward myself. I cautiously guided one up under my left breast and curled it up and over and then did the same with my right breast making a rough figure eight. Before releasing the vine I sank the tiny prickers near the end of the runner into my left nipple. I repeated the process with several more runners until I had woven a briar brassiere. By now my skin was an angry red with small white dots from where I had sat on the first plant. I was itchy and sweaty and the audacity of my self-imposed situation had me more than a little scared. But I was also on fire with sexual desire and energy. Further, my self-torment had wiped my depression from my mind. After all, I was punishing myself--this was just what I deserved. I braced myself for what was to come. With a mixture of dread and eager anticipation I forced my left foot forward. Although I moved it only six inches the shift in my position brought a wide variety of pain coursing along my nervous system. My pussy lips were torn in places as the briars stuck and then lost their grip on my yielding flesh. In other areas of my groin the sharper thorns took hold and refused to let go. Instead they dug into the flesh which was then pulled tight by my movement. The vines across my ass scraped brutally across the firm flesh--unable to get a good grip but willing to lacerate me in their attempts. The tension in the runners that formed my bizarre bra dug hundreds of tiny sabers into my satin breasts starting tiny droplets of blood here and there. I carefully reached down and began massaging my pulsating clit. God, the feelings were astounding--how had I not let myself experience this for so long? Next came six inches with my right foot. I gasped as a well entrenched thorn in my crotch broke free of the vine to which it had been attached resulting in a sudden, sickening shifting of vines across my pussy. My breasts were visibly deformed by now--pulled in a dozen directions as they were. Another shuffle and a whimper escaped my lips. I was rubbing my bud like crazy as I began to move again and one of the thicker vines between my legs shifted suddenly and I shrieked as it tore across my clit, stabbing first it and then my busy finger with a talon-like thorn. I started to feel dizzy and was about to come so I shuffled back quickly to avoid the potential disaster of a faint. I began disentangling myself vine by vine with one hand while the other worked me closer and closer to orgasm. I had my breasts cleared when I heard a twig snap behind me. Not thinking, I whirled, and paid the price as the vines that still ran along my slit tore into my anus as I twisted. I silenced a gasp of pain and stared directly into the eyes of the foremost of two teenage boys that had entered my clearing. "What's the bitch doing," one wondered aloud. "Hey, lady, are you crazy or something?" The other boy, a black youth about sixteen asked me. "I, I, do this for fun..." I answered lamely, covering my bleeding tits with my hands, wincing as much from embarrasment as the persistent pain in my ass. "It's hard to explain." "I guess so," the first boy, a white boy of about fifteen, mused. "Why don't you explain it while you're sucking my cock," the black kid chuckled. He stepped closer and reached out a hand to help me out of the brambles. Not sure what else to do, I accepted his help and disentabled my ass from the attacking vines and stepped clear of the thicket. I stood there, no longer shielding by bloody nakedness and panted with my simmering arousal, fear, and humiliation. "She's all cut up," the white boy complained. "Her face ain't and she's hot, even with the blood," the black boy used his grip on my hand to pull me down and I willingly sank to my knees in front of him. "Take it out," was all he said. I wasn't really thinking, I suppose. It was likely the adrenaline and excitement of my torture that had me high enough that this seemed like a natural thing to have happen. I reached up with both hands and unfastened the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. I could see the rod of his growing penis running down one leg. I pulled his pants and white briefs down enough to see his dense pubes and the base few inches of his veined cock. I hooked a thumb under the semi-rigid penis and pulled it out. It sprang to attention and looked me right in the mouth. It seemed the only reasonable thing to do to lean forward, lips parted, and take him into my mouth. He felt hot and smooth as he slipped past my lips, over my tongue, and into the recesses of my mouth. I could smell his musk and it was not at all unpleasant. I closed my mouth around him and began the rhythmic motion that I know a man enjoys. I took him deeper and deeper but not being much at deep throat, I didn't let him go too far. That was until he grabbed the back of my head in his two strong hands and pushed into me past my limit of comfort. I struggled and gagged but he would have none of that--he just kept up a steady pressure and I swallowed and gagged and took him deeper than any man I ever had. It was only a few deep thrusts before he pulled back and unloaded gush after burning gush of semen onto my tongue and down my throat. I gulped him down and then held him gently in my silky mouth until he pulled himself free. "God damn, girl, you can sure suck a cock!" "Now me, come on," the white boy was ready. I sucked him off too, he was smaller and less experienced and I was the one who initiated the deep throat this time--it wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world but the scariness of gagging was somewhat reminiscent of the thrill of feeling the pain from the thorns. I was going hot and heavy with the boy when I felt a sharp pain on first my left pussy lip, then my right lip, and then on both. I pulled off the boy's cock to look down. The black kid had snapped off two short lengths of vine and was gently massaging them into my pussy lips--stimulating me like he had seen me do myself. He smiled up at me from where he crouched next to his buddy's leg as he reached his free hand out and began massaging my clit between the two vines. I moaned and went back to sucking the white kid. Suddenly he came voluminously and loudly. I sucked him clean, pulled off his cock, and then hugged him around the waist for support. His friend was working magic with my cunt and I began moaning, crying out, and coming. I came and came and came. I probably hurt the white boy from my squeezing, but he didn't complain. When I was finished I sat down in one of the few areas clear of sticks and briars and gazed up at my new friends. "Motherfucker that was awesome," the white kid said with the exuberance of a boy who has recently been freed of his virginity. "Fuck, yeah," agreed his friend. "But what I want to know is when do we get to fuck your pussy?" I laughed and shook my head at the two grateful boys. "You can fuck me whenever you want," I told them. Their jaws dropped open at that. "But you have to help me with something," I warned them. My statement was welcomed by a random mixture of "sure" and "anything" followed closely by a slightly suspicious "What is it?" from the black guy. "This was fun and all," I said, waving to the vines and the boys as if this had all been a planned event. "But I see what I want now. Look up in that tree right there." The boys followed my arm and with a little coaching located the grey mass about thirty feet up in a nearby tree. You could faintly see small flying objects entering and leaving the lowest end of the mass. "That's a hornet nest!" exclaimed the white boy. His friend, who was quick on the uptake, looked at me knowingly. "She knows that, asshole. She wants them to sting her, am I right?" "Smart boy," I admired him, "I think we are going to have a lot of fun together." "Shit, yeah! So you want us to get some of those hornets for you, right?" "The whole nest." "Fuck." "I'll tell you how to do it--it won't be easy but we can pull it off without you guys getting stung. But first get me my clothes and come back to my apartment so I can shower and we can fuck on something softer than this ground." It didn't take any convincing to get them to cooperate with that.