Holiday - Part 4 of Scouting Hell

We both slept a little, but being bound together meant if one of us moved it woke the other. Eventually the door opened and the woman walked it; ‘rise and shine’, she said with a grin. ‘I bet you want breakfast and to use the bathroom’. We both nodded and she laughed as she untied the rope.

‘The bathroom can wait as breakfast is ready’, she said as she led down to the kitchen.

There were two large bowls on the floor containing a greyish substance. ‘No cutlery required’, she said pushing us down to the floor before tying our wrists behind our backs. Eating required us to bury our faces in the bowls and lap the porridge substance up with our tongues like dogs.

We were both hungry so it didn’t take long for the bowls to be emptied.  The humiliation continued when we were made to sit on two of the chairs and force fed beakers of orange juice.

‘I promised you the bathroom’, she said producing a pack of disposable diapers, ‘just not the bathroom you expected!’ Once our clothes were removed Helen was pushed to the floor first and after copious amounts of talc and zinc cream were applied to her groin the white diaper was taped firmly in place.

The woman tore the plastic lining before adding a second one on top. The lining of that was torn and a third much larger diaper taped in place.

It was them my turn and in no time I too was wearing a triple layer of diapers. We were each handed a pair of large jogging shorts and a sweatshirt. ‘Time for some exercise and fresh air’, the woman said handing us our shoes. ‘Don’t think about trying to escape, there are three of us so you won’t get far. Equally I am sure you don’t want to draw attention to yourselves given what you are wearing.’

As an afterthought she smiled; ‘the extra ingredients I added to your breakfast will guarantee you will be glad of those diapers before we get back!’

We were led out of the house and through its garden to a back gate which led onto the fields and from there to some woods. Part way across the field I was hit by a wave of painful cramps and I had to stop and draw breath. A little later it was Helen’s turn. It wasn’t long before I felt a growing need to void my bowels and try as I might I couldn’t prevent the inevitable. After a particularly large fart I could feel warmth between my legs and the smell of what I had done wafted up to my nose.

There was no let up on the walk and as I followed the woman I could feel the sticky material around my groin and then the sensation of a full bladder took over. I ignored her command to keep moving and paused to empty the contents of my bladder into the diaper as I really had no other choice. A look at Helen told me she had done the same.

Once in the relative seclusion of the woods we paused and the woman turned to us; ‘I bet that was humiliating!’ she said and we both nodded and she laughed; ‘that was just the start!’ The two men removed our clothes leaving us both just wearing the diapers which were no longer pristine white.

Helen was tied to stakes they hammered into the ground and the woman looked at me; ‘I said you needed some training on how to use that tongue of yours and now is your opportunity. You have precisely 5 minutes to bring your wife to a climax using just your tongue. Fail and she will suffer! Your time starts NOW!’

The only way to access Helen’s labia was by unpeeling the diapers. Inevitably her groin and genitals were filthy. I bent down and applied my tongue, licking for all I was worth and trying to ignore what my tongue was lapping up even though I could taste it.

I could tell from Helen’s moaning I was bringing her close but whether within the time allowed I had no idea. Eventually she cried out as an orgasm washed over her and I was grateful to sit up.

‘Not bad; but it took you 6 minutes’, the woman said with a rye smile. Helen was untied and I was made to take her place. ‘Helen will have the same 5 minutes to return the favour’, she said, ‘starting now.’

I could tell by the revulsion on Helen’s face when she unpeeled my diapers that she wasn’t looking forward to this.  She applied her mouth to my filthy cock but immediately pulled away and was sick. ‘I can’t do this!’ she sobbed. ‘Oh dear, oh dear’, the woman said nodding at the two men who grabbed Helen.

‘Before we do anything you both need to clean yourselves’, she said. I was untied and we were both dragged further into the woods and thrown into a small pool. ‘Wash yourselves’, she commanded and we did what we could to clean the mess off.

‘Out!’ she shouted and we complied and we were led back to the clearing. ‘Both of you failed miserably, so it’s forfeit time. As you went first last time I think we’ll start with Helen and I’ll let you watch this time’, she said. When I voiced my opposition I was hit in my back by one of the men and then dragged to a tree and bound tightly to it with rope. A long white scarf was wound around the tree and through my mouth twice before being knotted tightly to complete the gag. ‘Comfortable?’ the woman said scratching my cock and balls with her long fingernails. I couldn’t reply and anyway she had turned away towards Helen who now looked concerned.

‘What do we do to humiliate you?’ she asked, but Helen kept quiet. Obviously the woman knew the answer to her own question because she opened a bag one of the men had brought with him. She handed some clothes to Helen who recognised her own Girl Guide Leader’s uniform.

As she dressed I wondered how they had obtained it. Helen stood waiting for what was going to happen.

The two men stripped off and pulled on clothes from the bag and soon they were wearing tight fitting boy scout uniforms. Each of them gagged themselves with their own necker and pulled their trousers down along with their pants.

The woman picked up her camera; ‘Service them’, she commanded and I was forced to watch my wife suck the two men off. In each case she was told to stop before they climaxed. The reason that that soon became clear.

One of the pair lay on the floor on his back and the other forced Helen to sit astride the man’s erect cock. She moaned as she was forced down and it embedded itself fully inside her. ‘Finish it!’ the woman commanded and Helen did and as she climaxed it was clear from his muffled moan that he did as well.

The men swapped places and Helen had to take the other man as well. The woman put her camera away; ‘that makes some nice footage’, she said and I guess we both realised the damage it could do given that Helen was in her own uniform and clearly wasn’t restrained in any way.

Now it was my turn. Helen was tied to the tree after I was released and I was given my own Scout leader’s uniform to wear. One of the men lay down over a fallen tree and pulled his shorts down and spread his legs to reveal his anus. The woman nodded to me; ‘you know what to do’, she said, but I didn’t want to do it.

She walked over to Helen and rammed her fist into Helen’s stomach. Her cry of pain was muffled by the gag. I stepped forward quickly, anxious that she did not suffer any further.

My cock was already erect and so I knelt between his legs and guided the tip into his warm rectum. ‘All the way’, the woman commanded and I leaned forward until I felt my balls hit his arse. ‘Now pump it!’ she commanded holding the camera up to get a close-up of the gagged scout being raped.

I did as I was told but she stopped me before I climaxed. The other man took his place and I had to repeat the staged rape until once again I was stopped before I climaxed. ‘More nice footage’, she said once she called a halt.

‘Don’t think that’s it’, she said as she put the camera away; ‘but that is enough fresh air, time to go back to the house.’ The men got changed and we were led back across the fields and into the house.

Once inside Helen was instructed to strip but to leave her necker in place. The woman took hold of the necker and dragged her into another room and I was left with the two men.

One of them took hold of my necker; ‘you must really love the authority of being a Scout Leader’, he said, his face close to mine. I didn’t see him raise his leg but I felt his knee suddenly crush my balls and I cried out in pain whilst trying not to be sick.

He gripped the scarf tightly as four more times his knee hammered into my cock and balls. On the last one I was sick and the man only just managed to move out of the firing line. They both laughed as they stripped my soiled clothes and wiped my face with my scarf.

The door opened and Helen and the woman returned. Helen was perspiring but managed to mouth “sorry” although I didn’t know what she was sorry for; but I soon found out!

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the woman was standing in the corner of the room holding her phone but I was really looking at Helen. She looked straight at me; ‘kneel!’ she commanded and I complied. She spread her legs and stood over me. I assumed she wanted me to use my tongue but when I moved to do so she sharply told me to remain still.

As I wondered what she was going to do she emptied her bladder over me and they all laughed. I was then forced to get up and walk into what was the dining room of the house. In the middle was a large oak dining table.

I was given a new necker to wear and then Helen said sternly; ‘get on the table and lie on your back!’ I obeyed immediately, feeling the cold bare wood under my back as I lay down.

The woman handed Helen a bag of neckers and Helen selected four and folded each into a long strip. She then tied one around each of my wrists and one around each ankle, knotting each very tightly and then tied the other ends to the legs of the table, stretching me out in the process.

I watched as she folded another necker into a much thinner strip. I winced as she grabbed my balls and squeezed them whilst tying the necker in a loop around the scrotum sac. She pulled the other end of the scarf under the table and tied it to something that resulted in my balls being painfully stretched and I couldn’t help crying out in pain. Helen looked pleadingly at the woman but she just laughed; ‘thank you for tying him up like that it made for a nice video to add to my collection! You now get to watch what happens next.’

The two men quickly tied Helen’s hands and feet. A leather collar was buckled around her neck and ropes from that were tied to hooks in the ceiling. Two knotted neckers ensured her silence.

The woman returned to the table and after teasing my cock back to a full erection she tied a thin piece of string behind the head and tied the other ends of the string to the ends of the necker around my neck.  She adjusted the length before tying the knot firmly to ensure my cock was stretched across my stomach.

‘We can’t have this going soft’, she said running her fingers over my cock ignoring my moan of pleasure. One of the men passed her a syringe and before I could say anything she plunged it into the base of my cock and I felt a cold liquid being injected. ‘That will keep you hard for quite a few hours’, she said.

‘You realise that I am going to gag you’, she continued with a smile as she laid out more neckers on my bare chest. Once she had carefully folded three of them she crumpled two in her hand and held one against my lips; ‘don’t bother resisting’, she cautioned and I opened my mouth.

Once my mouth was full of one scarf she forced the second one in and then looped one of the folded scarves through my mouth before knotting it tightly to hold the wad in place.

I watched as she tied a knot in the middle of the next scarf which she pushed it into my mouth and tied that one tightly in place. The final scarf went over my mouth sealing the entire gag in place.

‘Totally helpless now!’ she said as she dragged a sharp pinwheel across my nipples.  My body jerked from the table as the she drove the sharp spikes all around each nipple and the pain built. ‘I can do anything I like and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop me!’ she whispered and as if to reinforce her control she leaned forward and bit each nipple in turn.

I watched helplessly as she walked over to a table and returned with a candle which she lit with a match. I strained against the neckers holding me down as she held the candle over my left nipple and tipped it carefully. Hot wax dripped onto my nipple and the pain was excruciating. Soon my nipple disappeared under a mound of red wax and then she moved across to the other one.

If the pain of that was bad enough it was nothing to the pain when she dripped more wax onto my stretched cock. Soon that was covered in a layer of wax as were my balls and finally she blew the candle out.

‘I bet you’re wondering how the wax can be removed’, she said. I wasn’t but then I saw her pick up a small leather whip. She lashed my body with it and each stroke pulled bits of wax from my skin until all traces were removed, replaced by lots of red marks where the whip had struck.

I could hardly stand when she untied me. As I swayed slightly trying to keep my balance one of the men, who I hadn’t noticed leaving walked in carrying several takeaway pizzas. We all ate before the woman declared we needed to get some rest.

Once in the bedroom our wrists were tied together behind the other’s back and our ankles were bound together before we were deposited on the bed. As she tied the scarves through our mouths she wished us good night and the light was turned off and the door clicked closed and I heard the key turning in the lock, which seemed a pointless measure.