"Mom I really hurt bad. Where is the salve? Would you put it on me?"
"Do you expect me to feel sorry for you? You asked for it and we didn't get a dime except for the "Blow" I got at the party. If I had arranged that session with paying customers I could have made a mint."
"I'm sorry. I almost won at wrestling. If I had I would have been whipping Rosie."
"Bullshit! We both know you wanted to lose. You love the pain and being star of the show."
"I guess you are right. Maybe I should see a psychiatrist to find out why I am this way."
"What for? You have no lasting damage and I am really getting off on seeing you whipped. I was bouncing on a guy's dick while watching that whip dig into your tits and pussy. I don't think I ever came as strong or as many times before. This is great for both of us."
I was not convinced. It seemed that each session was getting worse and I was sure no other girl would allow it nor what happened next.
Mom said, "Just thinking about last night has me horny again. Lick my pussy until I cum and I'll put the salve on you. On second thought get the strap. I'll spank your butt while you are doing it so you can get off too."
"Mom. I am really sore. That will hurt awful."
"I know. I am sure you will get off on it. Would you rather have me use the whip?"
That was scary and I rushed to get the strap realizing that my weak protest was an admission I wanted it.
When I got back she just pulled her panties to her ankles and pulled her dress up to her waist and held out her hand for the strap.
Somehow it seemed more demeaning to have to lick her when she was still dressed but since I was just scum I deserved the extra humiliation.
The strap really hurt at first on my striped cheeks but in a little while it became exciting and I found myself spreading my legs so the strap could get to the tender area arond my asshole and my striped pussy. After just a few spanks I was burying my tongue in her pussy and chewing on the lips as our excitement reached a peak.
Mom gloated, "I knew you would get off on that even though your ass was super sensitive."
I felt ashamed and said, "Mom, are you ashamed to have such a terrible slut for a daughter?"
"Hell no. It isn't your fault or mine. You inherited the genes from your father. His sister is a common whore."
This helped too because it seemed to be something out of my control.
Evidentally Mom talked to Bill about it because the next night he came over with a box of video tapes. Some purchased and some they had made themselves.
They had me strip and sit between them on the couch where they kept me constantly excited by fondling and pinching my breasts and pussy while we watched the tapes.
Girl after girl was spanked, whipped, burned with wax from candles held over their breasts and pussies, and even having big needles or safety pins pushed through their nipples or pussy lips. The one common denominator was the fact that they all got orgasms either from the torture or the sex afterward.
Each time a girl came one or the other would comment on the girls powerful orgasm and tell me that all girls were excited by pain.
Knowing other girls enjoyed pain seemed to make me feel better. The last tape surprised me. It opened with the men tying ropes around the ring girls with me naked and obviously excited by what was coming up. Bill said they had begun recording when I brought up the idea of the whipping.
Watching the tape made me realize that I had lied to myself about trying to avoid pain in the ring. I had often crawled close to the ropes so the girls could slap my butt and it was obvious Rosie had no trouble holding me for tit slapping by the ring girl although at the time I thought I was trying to get away. The clincher was my whipping. Although I was screaming it was obvious I was trying to push out my tits and pussy to meet the whip.
My conscience no longer bothered me for not running away because I knew if I complained to the police no-one seeing this tape would believe I had not volunteered and enjoyed my torture.
Bill said he had another client who would pay enough to keep Mom in coke for the three weeks he would be gone to Mexico to pick up a big shipment of dope.
Mom said that I probably wouldn't want to wear clothes on the way back so she just put a raincoat on me. It was a long trip so I was really scared by the time we got there. They drove me to a big house all by itself in the country. We were met at the door by a fat man about forty wearing black leather jeans and a leather vest with chains hanging off of it. He really looked evil and was very abrupt.
"You know the deal. I expect her to be obediant and tough. I pay three bucks per lash and she can quit after thirty if she wants. She is pretty young and already looks frightened so this shouldn't take long. Assuming she will quit early she had better have a good body or the deal is off. Strip her down."
Mom took off my coat while saying, "She is braver than she looks. If she doesn't take at least a hundred I will let you watch me give her a hundred more"
That really scared me especially when he said, "At least she has nice tits. I'll enjoy seeing them react to the lash. You can wait in my bar. We will see if she believes your threat."
He put a dog collar around my neck with a chain leash and told me to get on my hands and knees and began walking down the hall. I tried to heel as Mom taught me but he told me to get out front so he could watch me. Mom yelled, "Remember! No less than a hundred!"
I was crying already because it was obvious he wanted to make me suffer. I was sure he would use something nasty and would not let me work up to greater pain gradually.
I became even more frightened when he opened a door at the end of the hall. He had a regular torture chamber like one I had seen in a horror movie Mom had rented. There was a rack used to stretch people, a pillory that would hold my neck and wrists to keep me bent over for lashes to my butt, and enough chains and ropes hanging from hooks to hold me in any position.
He had me kneel then went over to a cabinet. I was sobbing with my eyes closed when he came back and slapped my face.
"Jesus! You are really gutless. Do you know what this is?"
I looked and recoiled in fear sobbing, "Ye-yes. It is a rose branch."
"No. It isn't just a rose branch. I grow these because they have the biggest thorns in the world. Ask me to give you ten lashes on your tits with it."
"No! No please! It will make me bleed."
"I knew you had no courage. You will have to be punished for being disobediant. By not agreeing to ten I'll give you the thirty then you can take your wimpy ass home."
"I knew Mom would kill me if she only made ninety dollars. It wouldn't give her enough for coke besides it hurt my feelings. I was proud of my bravery it was just that this situation was so frightening. I protested, "I am brave! You'll see. I won't even scream for the thirty lashes."
"I doubt that, but at least you won't be dodging out of the way. If you don't scream and agree to another thirty they won't be as bad."
He had me lie on my back on the rack then put padded cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Then turned a winch until I was stretched so tight my joints hurt causing me to whimper.
"Does that hurt?"
"Yes! You are pulling me apart!"
"Good. Two more clicks should do it."
I should have whimpered sooner. Those last two clicks felt like my joints were going out of their sockets. My boobs went flat and the skin on my tummy was real tight.
"Okay. Lets see if you are really brave."
To my surprise it didn't hurt nearly as bad as I imagined. He only hit hard enough to drive the thorns into my tits but it was scary because I could see drops of blood appear with each lash. Only the last part really hurt because he used them to puncture my nipples. Even that did not make me scream and he must have been impressed."