Diary of Carolyn

DIARY OF CAROLYN

Chapter Fif-teen

Copyright 1997

Skull Duggery

This is a work of fiction

Paul and I spent the night in one of the spare bedrooms. I'm not sure if it was because I won the contest or if the guy that owned the house was just real accommodating, but it sure beat freezing our asses off riding the motorcycle home. Besides, I'd been waiting all evening to find out what it would be like to make love to Paul. The only downside was those damn water pills. It seemed like I had to go about every ten minutes. Actually, I was wondering if I'd end up pissing out all the water in my body and then dry up and blow away like those mummies do in the horror flicks. Paul thought it was rather comical, but when I offered to get some pills for him, he quit laughing.

Paul had had plenty of time watching me parade around in the buff but now it was my turn to see what he looked like. Paul went on to the bedroom while I made another trip to the bathroom for what I hoped would be the last time for awhile anyway. When I got back to the bedroom, Paul was already butt naked laying on the bed. So far I wasn't at all disappointed. Paul had a good build for an eighteen year old guy. He didn't look like a body builder or anything, but he was lean and well proportioned. Considerably above average in my opinion. Anyway, it didn't take me long to shed my clothes and join him.

I was horny as hell and had been for quite a while so even if he had been butt ugly it probably wouldn't have mattered right then anyway. At any rate, we were still at it when the sun began it's climb up the eastern sky that morning.

My dad was a bit pissed off when we showed up at ten o'clock Sunday morning. Paul hadn't forgotten the gun collection and was real concerned about what my dad might do. It turned out all right because he was actually more pissed at me for not calling and telling him we'd be out all night than he was at Paul. Nevertheless, Paul opted to leave telling me he'd see me in school the next day. That worked for me because after no sleep for twenty-four hours all I was interested in was a hot bath and dreamland.

I fell asleep thinking about my new experiences and feeling good at having broken down some of my mental barriers. It's not that I wanted to run around being Carolyn the carefree nudist or anything, but I was pleased with myself knowing that I now could.

I swear I didn't know anyone except Paul at that party but by Monday morning the whole school knew I'd won the Miss Nude Piss Slut contest in the next county. Gawd, what's next? Pictures, book offers, movie rights? Paul was dead. By nine o'clock I had already sliced off every one of his fingers in the paper slicing machine. I had cut out his tongue and burned his eyes out with a red hot iron rod. I had used a rusty hacksaw to cut off his balls and then pulled his prick out with vise grips then twisted it until it tore from his body spraying blood like an open fire hose. I then poured gasoline over the dirty bastard and set him on fire. That will teach the no good cocksucker to flap his jaws about me. Now that I had all that straight, all I had to do was find him.

"Carolyn! I swear I never said anything to anybody about Saturday night!" was the feeble lie that spewed from his lips when I finally cornered him.

"Oh yea!" I screamed in his face, "Then how come everybody knows about it?"

"I don't know baby, but it didn't come from me. You've known me here in school for a long time. Have you ever heard me brag to anyone about anything, ever?" He was right. Paul really wasn't the type to huddle with the boys and detail his activities. If not him, then who?

I sort of muddled my way through classes the rest of the day trying to think of who would have seen me strutting my stuff on Saturday night. I do have to give Paul his due for putting a stop to the snide comments I was getting. After he jacked Andy Preston's jaw up for yelling "Take it all off baby," everyone else took the hint and shut up. Who the hell could it be? I thought about it constantly for the next two days going over in my mind every face I could remember seeing but with no results.

When I woke up on Thursday morning I was still a bit angry over the deal, but I was also a lot horny. Maybe it was just that it had been awhile, or maybe I was pissed at myself, but I had a real desire to self inflict some big-time torture that morning. As I was considering several options I noticed it was snowing. A fucking blizzard no less. That would insure no school and I was off Friday anyway. I was really in the mood for some heavy duty shit so, what could be worse than a trip to the pump house naked in a blizzard. Add some nipple clamps and weights and that ought to get whatever is bothering me out of my system. Don't you think?

I considered the fact that since it was snowing, it wouldn't be dangerously cold. Probably around thirty or so. At any rate I figured it would be cold enough so that I would be painfully cold before I was back and that's exactly what I wanted. I'll probably never really understand why I get feelings like I do where I want to make myself scream with pain and discomfort but as long as it never gets to the point where I maim or kill myself in the process, I figure what's to understand. I gathered up a few of my little toys and decided to wear only my boots and knee length coat since I was going to get naked as soon as I got to the woods. I figured why bother with anything else.

It couldn't have been snowing long as there was only about an inch on the ground and as hard as it was coming down, it wouldn't take much time to accumulate that much. It was a little colder that I had expected but that was fine with me. I really wanted to suffer and just thinking how bad it was going to be once I was nude was making me even hornier than I already was.

As soon as I got into the woods I shed my coat. There was almost no breeze and it was for certain going to be cold enough for the day to be just what I wanted. Painful. The below-freezing air made my normally pronounced nipples jut out even further as I connected my steel nipple clamps tightly onto them. I had also brought along a length of coarse rope which I tied around my waist and then through my crotch. Making sure the waist rope couldn't slide down, I then tightened the crotch rope so that it dug deep into my vagina for a little added discomfort. It felt all right now, but I figured once I started walking it wouldn't take long for the rope to rub me raw enough to be real painful. I then attached a sixteen ounce weight to each nipple clamp and after a couple of minutes of gritting my teeth while the initial sharp pain subsided, I went about the final part of my plan. I pulled a set of hand cuffs from my duffel bag and made sure I had the key. I then cuffed my wrists together behind my back leaving the key in my duffel. This final item would insure that I could do nothing to relieve my torment until I got back and got the key.

The snow was coming down even harder as I began my walk. The big flakes stung at my skin as they landed and melted. My skin was still warm enough to melt the snow flakes but with the moisture they produced I knew that wouldn't be the case long. My teeth were chattering like a woodpecker and the two pounds of weight hanging from my nipples hurt like hell but I was enjoying every minute of it. By the time I was half way to the big rock my crotch rope felt like it had grown to twice it's original size. For all I knew maybe it had as I was excited to the point I was producing a fair amount of juice. Even so, I kept plodding along keeping in mind that for every step forward, I would have the same number to endure before I could get back to where I had stashed the hand cuff key.

By the time the big rock came into view, walking was becoming more and more painful. The rope had become wet enough to where it was sliding back and forth with every step scraping it's coarse fibers on my now raw pussy. The snow was no longer melting on my naked skin but I was chilled to the bone. I decided to rest by the big rock for a few minutes and take stock of my situation. I needed to decide if I should continue or turn back.

I had left myself virtually helpless by cuffing my hands behind me and although I felt a real need to inflict as much pain as I could stand on myself, I certainly didn't want it to prove fatal. As I leaned against the rock common sense told me that no matter how bad the pain got, I could probably force myself to endure it long enough to get back. The cold however, was a different matter. I had spent a little more than an hour totally nude in about twenty-nine degree weather and if I continued on to the pump house that would be another hour. I felt sure I could stand it that far but once there I would be looking at another two hours getting back. I considered jogging to reduce the time as well as provide some body heat but between the crotch rope and nipple weights I knew that to be impractical. Also the snow was falling even harder. With everything considered, I started back.

It was both a strange and wonderful feeling being all alone and naked walking through the winter woods in a blizzard. Everything was dead silent except for the sound of my feet shuffling through the new fallen snow. If not for the burning pain in my crotch and the sharp stabs of pain in my breasts as the two lead weights swung about occasionally banging into each other, I could have let my mind wander into an unconscious haze along with the pristine beauty of my surroundings. I must have been in some sort of haze as the next thing I knew I had tripped on something covered by the snow and was falling face first to the ground.

I let out a scream heard only by the millions of tiny snowflakes as the forward motion of my fall caused the weights to drag in the snow pulling on my nipple clamps making them ratchet to the point of what felt like they had crushed my nipples. With my hands cuffed behind me I had no choice but to roll over on my back to get back on my feet. Both of my nipples felt as if someone was holding a lighted match under them as I struggled to regain my footing. The rope I had running through my crotch tore at my abused labia making it feel like it was sawing me in half as I finally got back on my feet. I just stood there cursing myself for not paying attention to where I was walking and gritting my teeth against the unbearable pain shooting from my nipples on through my chest. It was actually bringing tears to my eyes. I then cursed myself for cuffing myself helpless.

The pain was so intense I was actually becoming desperate trying to think of some way to make it stop. Also the cold had gotten to me so much that I was shivering uncontrollably adding to the problems I already had. I decided to try and slip my wrists over my feet. At least if I could get my hands in front of me I would be able to release the clamps. This became a priority as instead of the pain subsiding in my breasts, it was getting steadily worse. I dreaded having to sit back down in the cold wet snow but it was the only way. Once again the crotch rope dug deeply into me as I sat down lighting fire to my raw and swollen flesh. At this point I would have gladly traded my long legs for a much shorter pair as I tried to curl myself up enough to get my wrists over my feet. As hard as I tried, I couldn't quite make it. The rope in my crotch was to tight to allow me to bend myself forward enough even though I strained to the point where I thought I would pass out from the pain. After three or four tries I was forced to accept the fact that there would be no relief until I could get back to the edge of the woods. I managed to get on my feet with much pain and difficulty. The pain in my nipples had peaked and started to ease up a bit. I don't for the life of me know why as they were discolored and squashed flat between the steel clamps. Still in all, I was getting more and more turned on by the pain and the fact I was powerless to do anything about in for about the next forty five minutes or so. I was freezing my ass off and the rope made my crotch burn like fire with every agonizing step. Also, I had to piss real bad. At least that was something I could take care of.

I started to squat to relieve my bladder but as my crotch rope started to drag through my raw pussy I cancelled that idea. The thought of spraying piss all over my legs while trying to do it standing up was less than appealing but somehow inevitable. I managed to lean back against a tree, then spread my legs as far as possible. Even so, the rope caused my urine to spray in every direction but down. The rope had rubbed me so raw that what I perceived would be a relief was actually a labor of agony as my urine burned like fire before it landed on my freezing cold legs. However, I gritted my teeth and squeezed out as much as I could.

As I continued along, my most severe problems were the crotch rope and the cold. The pain in my nipples had become tolerable but was offset by my aching muscles from my body trying to maintain it's temperature against the winter air. Also, the rope running through my pussy folds felt like it was made from pieces of broken glass. Still, I plodded along actually becoming more turned on with each pain filled step. After what seemed like hours of this torture, the edge of the woods came into sight.

I collapsed to my knees, exhausted from my ordeal next to my duffel bag that held the key to my freedom. Getting it open was to prove a bit more difficult than I had anticipated. I had failed to consider that my hands would be numb from the cold and working with them behind my back not being able to feel anything was making it very difficult to open the zipper. As much trouble as this was, I began to wonder how I would be able to use the handcuff key once I had the bag open.

It took several attempts but I finally managed to open the bag. My next problem was finding the key. I had absolutely no sense of feel in my fingers as I vainly searched through the bag hoping that by some miracle the keys would somehow sense my dilemma and jump into my waiting fingers. Miracles, however, only happen to those who believe that fate is somehow controlled by unseen forces or as a way to explain away reality that they don't understand. Although I do not subscribe to that particular philosophy, after enough movement of my bound hands, they regained enough circulation to enable me to finally feel the object of my search.

At this point I was glad I had taken the time to practice removing the handcuffs before I set out on this latest adventure. Otherwise, I doubt if I would have been able to free myself in the condition I was in. Although it took several tries to get the key into the lock, the feeling of relief that flowed through me when the cuffs clicked open was indescribable. After shaking as much circulation back into my arms as possible, I opted to first remove the crotch rope. This proved to be an exercise in pain tolerance as my ample pubic hair had become frozen to much of the rope. Being at the edge of the woods I didn't want to take the chance of someone hearing the scream I new I would make when I pulled the rope free, I covered my mouth with one hand and tried to prepare myself for the inevitable agony that was to come. The fact that my body was numb with cold did nothing to ease the pain of ripping my pubic hairs out by the root as I screamed into my hand while I pulled the rope from my tortured crotch. All I could do was stand there shaking while I built up nerve enough to remove the clamps from my nipples. I knew from experience what I was in for when the circulation returned after being clamped this tight for this long.

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