I did and at the same time decided that if she could not stand being sick for ten days I didn't need to feel sorry for her.
After she had her shot and calmed down she called Bill's beeper. She called it several times and then began to cry saying, "Oh God. What if he is out of town or worse in jail."
She was really relieved when he finally called her and told him she needed a "Fix" and that he could do anything he wanted to me but she began to look frightened as the conversation continued. When she hung up I asked her what he said.
"She hung her head and whined, "What am I going to do? He doesn't want to hurt you anymore. He said you are too willing. He wants me to suffer if I want the drugs. I have no choice either way I will be in pain."
"Yeah but a whipping only lasts a few minutes. Withdrawel lasts for weeks."
She thought about it for a minute then said, "You are right. Nothing they can do to me will hurt as much or as long as withdrawel. He said that if I wanted a fix I should come to their warehouse. I am glad you can drive I may not be able to drive back."
When we got there we had completely different emotions. I felt excitement while she felt such dread I had to take her hand and lead her to the door.
When we went in there were about twenty people laughing and hollering at two girls in a rope ring wearing motorcycle helmets to protect their faces while men were making them dodge and run to try to avoid long whips. There was no where for them to go. Moving away from one whip just put them in range of another. Just as we got close to the ring one of the girls dropped to the floor and got into a foetal position.
Bill yelled, "Ruthie wins! Way to go Ruthie!"
About then He noticed me and yelled, "Look! Honey is here!"
I was a star! Everyone gathered around me saying I was beautiful and the bravest girl they had ever seen. Bill said,
"Let's take a good look at you."
He began taking off my clothes exciting me and making me more proud as there were more cheers as my flat tummy, my boobs, my firm round butt, and my tight lipped pussy came into view.
Mom looked confused. We both knew that Bill must have told everyone that if she showed up she would be tortured yet I was getting all the attention.
When I was naked and everyone had felt and fondled me to get me excited. Bill said, "I have missed the feeling of your tight pussy around my dick. Would you like a little warm-up first."
I stammered in excitement, "Yes, Oh yes. Warm me all over!"
Everyone knew he meant a whipping and Mom grabbed his arm and said, "That will cost you."
He just gave her a dirty look then smiled at me as I moaned, "No. Not Bill! I want him to excite me."
He said, "You are an absolute jewel. Go over to the wall and pick out a whip."
There was everything on the wall imaginable to whip someone with. I picked out the thonged whip that had excited me so much and walked back to him rubbing the thongs against my boobs.
He told me to put my hands on my head and to turn slowly in front of him to put whatever I wanted whipped facing him. I turned my butt to him first to hear a "Slap" Then the wonderful tingle and heat as it hit my butt, thighs and back until I was excited enough to turn around and stand at attention.
He said, "When you are ready for fucking just lie down."
He was wonderful! He was going to let me stop him anytime I wanted.
I watched the whip hit acoss my tits to make them jump and sway as lines of glorious pain appeared on them. My body just shuddered as I panted in excitement until they were red all over then he slowly started down until I was red to mid thigh. I heard cheers but I was so excited it sounded like surf. When he started back up I opened my legs real wide and he began bringing the whip up from the floor to make my pussy squirm and burn. I pushed my pussy out to meet the whip until I had a glorious orgasm and fell back on the ground.
He just unzipped his fly and plowed that huge dick into me. The studs on his belt and leather jacket dragged on my stomach and boobs to make it even better.
When he came someone else took his place and then others to keep my orgasms going until I could not cum any more.
Two girls knelt beside me caressing my body telling me I was awesome and wonderful while another gave me a beer for my mouth so dry from all my panting.
When I recovered they helped me up and Bill gave me a big hug then told the girls to clean me up.
My back was covered with dirt from the floor and my whole front even my boobs was slimy from cum.
They brought over buckets of soapy water and gently washed me. It felt wonderful then even better when I was clean and another girl with an incredibly long tounge cleaned out my pussy. I was glowing from all the attention.
Bill announced, "This is not the end of the show. Honey has brought us a slave."
Mom protested, "I am not a slave!" but bill just waved a little baggy of cocaine in front of her and said, "Do you want this? It's a two week supply."
I knew she wanted it desparately as she was too sick to eat before we left.
She whined, "Yes! Give it to me. Please!"
"Say I want to be your slave."
She mumbled, "I want to be your slave." That wasn't good enough and he made her say it louder and louder until she screamed, "I want to be your slave! Do anything to me, just let me have the coke!"
At first they just humiliated her by putting a dog collar and leash on her neck to lead her around on her hands and knees to suck dicks or eat pussies. I noticed that one good thing about her addiction was weight loss. Her waist was now so small her tits and ass were in proportion to look really good.
Then they began adding pain. They tightened toothed clamps on her nipples and pussy to make her cry then put on pear shaped lead weights on the clamps to pull on them. At every blow-job they added a weight until her tits and pussy were so stretched the weights began dragging on the ground.
She was relieved when they let her lie on her back but then they put ropes on her arms and legs to lift her up to waist level. The weights were brought out to the sides and when she was lifted her nipples were pulled into her armpits and her pussy lips were pulled over the top of her thighs so you could see clear into her pussy. They made her shriek by lifting the weights and dropping them until they got bored with that and brought over whips made of small metal chain and beat her poor boobs, stomach and pussy until welts crossed and began bleeding. They kept doing it until she passed out.
They let her down and took off the weights and began sopping up the blood with salt water. It was good that she had fainted because that would have burned awful.
They loaded her in the back seat of our car then Bill said, "Do you see the difference? If a girl willingly accepts pain like you it won't be too bad but if they resist we make it much worse. She will be alright but it will be a long time healing bruises from the chain as they go so deep. Massage her with salve. Tell her when she wakes up that when she comes back I don't want to see even a tiny bruise on you. Giving you pain is my job."
I took her home and dragged her in to her bed and began putting salve on her. I was a little ashamed that it was exciting me to remember how the cuts were caused. She woke just as I had spread her legs to put salve on her pussy. It was a mess. The inner lips and even her clit had turned black.
I realized she was awake when she moaned, "Oh that feels good. Keep doing it."
I told her what Bill had said to me and she whimpered, "I am not brave like you. I could never just stand there untied to be whipped. I'll never go back. Even if I die I will kick my habit. This was a lie because she had me give her a fix to make her feel better.