She turned off the hot water to make it full cold then kept me in it until I was wide awake and shivering.
She dried me off then led me into the living room where thin ropes were hanging from our ceiling fan and other ropes were coming from the legs of our heavy overstuffed couch and chair at opposite ends of the room.
"Jim has an interesting way to tie you. His wife was not flexible enough to do it properly but I know you can."
She went over and picked up a magazine and showed me a full page picture of a naked woman. You could almost hear the moans from her tear stained face from the pain of her bondage. Her legs were pulled apart till she was almost in a split with her butt about a foot off the floor. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was held upright by ropes tied tightly around the base of her breasts. Her boobs looked like grapefruit only a maroon color.
I am very flexible and can easily do the splits but this was much worse because when you do the splits you are resting on the floor. Having to stay a foot off the floor put a lot of strain on my legs but I had no choice because of the rope around my tits which were throbbing immediately from the pressure of the ropes making them into hard balls. If I let myself down even a little I created pain to my boobs and the ropes to my ankles would not let me lift higher to take off the pressure. In just a few moments tears were running down my face and I was begging them to let me loose but this was to be just the start of my ordeal.
He picked up a willow switch that normally would not be too bad but my position let him put every lash of the fifty he bought directly on my nipples or on my clitoris left exposed by the gaping lips of my pussy. It made it worse to have my boobs compressed into hard balls because they could not absorb the switch. It would just bounce off the stretched skin. Each lash hurt so much I would have to flinch causing more pain to my swollen boobs and aching legs.
When he finished the fifty I was hoarse from screaming and could only make croaking sounds then he said "That was great! She is really tough! My wife would pass out by thirty. Maybe I'll buy fifty more."
I panicked and moaned, "No! No more. I'll do anything."
Mom said "We will see about that."
I didn't take that as a threat. I was just grateful to be released and allowed to get into a warm tub to soak my sore leg muscles and aching boobs. My ordeal had been so bad I thought I might die. I was amazed to find I only had a redness around my nipples and rings of purple at the base of my tits. It had hurt so much I had been sure I must have been cut.
I must have gone to sleep in the tub. When I woke up the water was cold so I got out and dried off but I stayed in the bathroom dreading what else could happen to me. I spent the time inspecting my body in the mirror. The red around the edges of my nipples had gone away but they were still sticking out and real sensitive. He had been real accurate with the switch. There was not a single mark on my pussy lips but when I pulled them open the normal pink was now red and my clitoris was real sensitive.
Mom called me and I went out to the kitchen. I was surprized he was still there as I had assumed my ordeal was over.
They were sitting at the table naked looking at pictures spread out on the table and idly fondling each other's private parts.
When I looked at the pictures I realized Mom had taken them of me with her instant camera. She had taken several so she could catch the switch as it ripped into my nipples or was buried in the open gash of my pussy. Seeing them reminded me of the terrible pain and I began to cry.
Mom said. "What's the matter, Baby. Didn't you get off on this?"
"No! No-one could. It was terrible. Please don't ever do it again. I'll do anything if you won't.
"I'll hang these pictures on your wall so you will be reminded of that promise. You might have even got off on it if we had got you excited by lesser pain to work you up to it."
"No. I don't think I could ever get excited enough to stand it."
"Well if you don't obey we will find out."
I looked over at Jim. He looked exhausted. Even though Mom and I were both naked his dick was soft and shriveled.
Mom caught me looking at his dick and giggled, "You got me so excited I almost fucked Jim into a coma. But you must be disappointed. I imagine you would enjoy some nice sex after your ordeal as a reward."
That wasn't true. What I really wanted was to be alone in my room away from these monsters who had become excited at my expense.
"No. That's okay." Then I added sarcastically, "I am just glad I could get you both so excited."
She misunderstood my sarcasm.
"Oh you are disappointed. I will make you a deal. If you can get him hard in ten minutes you can fuck him. If not we will hang you up again and try Jim's idea of using a rose branch on you."
The thought of rose thorns beating into my tightly bound breasts and open pussy made me feel sick. I rushed over to him and began fondling his dick and balls with my fingers but there was no response. I began using my mouth and tongue which made it lengthen a little but not nearly hard enough to get it into my tight pussy. I resigned myself to the fact that the only thing that would really excite him was hurting me and anything would be better than being bound again to be whipped with thorns. I looked up at him and said, "Please whip me."
I knew I was on the right track by the way his dick made a little twitch and lengthened more.
"What part of your body should I whip and with what?"
I was afraid my time was running out after all the time I had spent fondling and sucking him so I didn't want to start a long discussion.
"Anywhere you want with anything except the rose branch. As long as you quit when you get hard or my time runs out."
"Alright. Get me the snake whip."
I cursed myself for not suggesting the thong whip but I was committed now so I went to get it then knelt to hand it to him. I was still not sure how much time I had so I begged, "Please don't take the time to tie me. I promise I will stay still for you."
Mom said,"If she does we will have an excuse to hang her up by her tits. Remember that whip will cut. Don't hit too hard."
I was grateful for that and the fact just the thought of hanging me by my tits made his dick twitch and lengthen a little more.
He had me kneel sideways to him wth my arms crossed on top of my head for a tit whipping. This lifted my breasts and it struck me that it looked as if they were begging to be hit. I braced myself for the first lash but to my astonishment it was not nearly as bad as I imagined. My breasts being loose were able to absorb the whip and although it hurt I found I was watching it sink into me leaving red welts totally enthralled at the way they moved as the pain seemed to radiate directly to my crotch. Even when the lash came across both nipples I just gasped as an almost electric shock hit my clitoris. I became so excited that when he told me to change position to lie on my back with my knees up and spread with my head betwen his legs I did not protest even though looking up I could see his dick was completely ridgid.
I found I was lifting my hips to meet the lash and moving my pussy from side to side to make sure every inch would be hit.
The pain was terrible, especially when it sank into my open slit to hit both my pussy and asshole but the more it hurt the more excited I got until I started into a series of orgasms.
Mom stopped him at that point saying, "Your dick can't get any harder."
He got between my legs and drove his dick deep into my pussy but to my amazement it did not increase my excitement it just felt good and although he lasted quite awhile since he had cum before I did not get another orgasm.
When he came he just collapsed on me and I thought he might have had a heart attack but when Mom rolled him off me he moaned, "God! I won't need to cum again for a month."