The judge hit the bar with a bottle and yelled I agree."Take her to the stocks."
Two men grabbed me under my armpits and carried me through double doors into a huge room. It occurred to me that I had been fascinated by torture as a young girl because I recognized the stocks used to keep people bent over by locking their wrists and neck between two boards with holes in them and a whipping post with manacles hanging down from the top.
I was taken to the stocks then Dick said angrily, "You will never betray me again, you bitch."
I sobbed and whispered, I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I will never do it again." but he probably didn't hear me.
They put my neck and wrists in the stocks to bend me over at a right angle and then tied a board to my ankles to keep my legs apart.
A man got on each side of me and then took turns hitting my ass with big thick leather straps. My butt and thighs caught on fire but all I could do was make little croaking sounds drowned out by the "Whap!" of the straps. After about twenty or more hard spanks I lost my strength and dropped to my knees but I was brought back to my feet by putting two stickery ropes between my legs that were tied to a pole two men used to jerk me to my feet and saw at my ass-hole and pussy as I jerked from the blows until I mercifully passed out.
I woke up abruptly when they dropped me into a tub of ice- water which they held me in until I was shivering uncontrollably. My thighs at the back and inside were welted bad. I didn't want to know how my ass looked. I was just glad it was over. When they let me out Kay had me snort some cocaine which revived me only to hear someone yell, "The whipping post!"
I fought them weakly as my hands were pulled up to the manacles. I looked around to see two women about five feet from my sides holding coiled whips.
Then they struck with a "Snap!" "Snap!" milli-seconds apart and there was cutting pain across my back and butt that threw me forward into the rough cedar post to drive splinters into my breasts and stomach. I jerked back just in time to get two more lashes to drive me into the post again. I felt terible sharp pain as a big sticker drove into my nipple and desperately pushed out but my hands were so high above me I had no leverage. That worked for a minute but after four more terrible lashes they moved forward and the tips curled around my body to rip into my nipples and cunt slit. That was so terrible I pressed into the post wrapping my arms and legs around it to protect my front. This worked at least to protect my clit but the post was too skinny to protect my nipples as they grabbed my boobs to pull them to the sides dragging my nipples over stickers. It bulged my breasts out to seem to cause even more pain to the tight skin. It seemed to go on forever as I squirmed at each lash to drive stickers into my stomach and pussy and break them off.
Incredibly I either got numb or my mind snapped because the pain became not as sharp as I became exhausted and just hung from my arms letting my body twist at the pull of the whips to rip off more stickers until they let me down and carried my limp body back to the tub which stopped the burning and revived me.
Kay held a little spoon of cocaine under each nostril which I snorted gratefully to let the "High" further revive me and help kill the pain. They put me on my back on the floor and the four of them began picking wood stickers out of my body. There were hundreds and the fondling and pulling on my skin as the stickers were pulled out really stimulated me and I felt excitement rising while I listened to them talk about me.
Kay said, "Jesus. Isn't she awesome. She took ninety lashes that threw her into the splintery pole without passing out. I would have fainted at ten."
Ninety meant Dick had given me ten too. I wondered if he had been the one that gave me ten in a row up between my legs to make me straighten up and slide my body on the pole.
Another girl agreed and added "Look at these welts! The whips really dug in. I am surprised she is not bleeding.
Another said "She is young with resilent skin and great muscles but that didn't help much with her tits. Did you see the way they slapped into that post at each lash?"
"Yeah! God that was exciting. Just seeing it made my tits ache."
They settled down to continue removing stickers which continued to stimulate me as they ran their hands over my body watching for me to wince to find the ones that were broken off under my skin which they dug out with needles and tweezers.
Finally they got the last one but they continued to stroke me as if I was a big cat until Kay kissed me on my nipple that had drops of blood from three big stickers and said,"That was a tough ordeal. Are you hating us?"
"No.I deserved it. I shouldn't have teased the truckers to encourage them to rape me. I felt really guilty about having them fuck me. I can forgive myself now. Dick. Do you forgive me?"
"Yes. I think you learned your lesson. There is just one more thing to remind you of what you are."
"Please! No more. You said I learned my lesson. I promise I won't ever do it again!"
They ignored me and took me to a wall to run ropes around my body and to hooks so tightly I could not move. Dick brought out a soldering iron with a capital letter "A" bent out of wire and plugged it in to an electical cord. I watched it fearfully as the letter began to smoke then began to glow red. I began to whimper and plead for mercy but I was ignored and the letter was pressed into my breast with the lower legs of the "A" straddling my nipple. I had never beeen burned and hoarsely screamed at pain worse than any whiplash. He put another on my other nipple then let the legs straddle the top of the slit of my pussy. That was the last straw and I fainted.
I awoke in a strange bedroom with Dick beside me and realized that they must have decided I was in no condition to be taken home.
My nipples and pussy were still hurting so I got out of bed to look into a mirror with my body lit by the morning sun. There were bandages on my nipples and pussy that I carefully removed then began to cry when I saw large "A,s" with the crossbars marking the center nubbins of my nipples and the top of my slit. If that weren't enough the whole front of my body was red with little pimples where splinters had been pulled out and skinny black and blue lines crisscrossed my breasts, stomach and pussy lips.
My cries awakened Dick who came over to stand by me. I was still hoarse as I blubbered, "You lied to me! You said I would not be hurt more than I could stand and I wouldn't be scarred. The pain was awful and I have these terrible "A"s. I will be ashamed to ever get naked."
"My promise does not count when you deserve to be really punished and those "A"s will remind you not to ever fuck anyone without my permission again."
I whimpered awhile then replied, "I guess you are right. I should have known better than tease them but I really did not plan to fuck them."
"Maybe not but you did and according to them thoroughly enjoyed it."
I sobbed and said, "Oh God! I did! I deserved everything that happened to me. Maybe more! I'll be good from now on. I promise."
"I believe you and you suffered enough. You won't be hurt again unless you disobey me or want to be hurt."
"Oh. I'll never want to be hurt again."
That turned out to be a lie. A few days later he came upstairs to pour us a drink. Even though my burns had healed to leave white scars I still wore large band-aids to hide my shame. He invited me down for the "Grand Unveiling" of his work.