She bawled, "It couldn't happen to you! You don't have any hair. You would have been able to draw another slip."
I said I was sorry again and said "You have a lot of cuts all over your front. I thought the lead ball would just leave a bruise."
"It did! Look at my pussy it is one solid bruise! They must have hit it a hundred times before they took turns fucking it while I was still tied grabbing my tits to put even more pressure on my nipples. Oh Jill! While one of them fucked me two other laughed while they sung and strummed the cords to my pussy rings as if they were guitars. It was awful. I hurt too much to even cum from the fucking.
When they had all cum Jim said he had picked a slip out of my sack for me. I think he cheated because it was the worse one. It said that my whole front should be whipped with a rose branch till I was striped from my pussy to the tops of my boobs. He said I was tied perfectly for it and went to my box to get the rose branch and hit me real hard across my tits. The branch had dried out and broke. Mike said he had an idea for something that would work just as good. They left me there with the sawhorse cutting into my butt and my pussy throbbing until they came back in with a length of barbed wire!
Oh Jill! That hurt so bad I screamed until I was hoarse. I wanted to faint but with my head down with all the blood rushing to it I couldn't. Worse yet I had not set the number of lashes so they just kept hitting me until all the blood running from my body scared them and they let me loose to wrap their T-shirts around me to stop the blood. I must have passed out after they took me down. When I came to, Jim was there alone with me. He said my bleeding had stopped and it was not as bad as it looked. He said he was taking my sack and if I told anyone they had hurt me he would show them the slips in my handwriting. Jill! I couldn't tell anyone anyway, but I said we would never come back. He agreed and said he thought that was best because the more we did it the more pain the boys wanted to give. If we kept it up we may end up in a hospital."
I had mixed feelings. The boys had never hurt me as much as they did Marcie and I loved the crushing excitement but I had to admit each time was a little worse. I decided I was best off with Tom. He was willing to try my ideas and when he saw my rings decided I could take more pain so he stopped using the little wimpy straps so I could admire stripes in my mirror. He had self control and never hit me hard enough to make me bleed and always licked and fucked me afterwards.
One day at the mall someone tapped me on my shoulder. I turned to see the lady security guard. I was frightened and immediately said that I had not stolen anything. She laughed and said, "I know that. We have been watching for you. Look, I know you like pain. You had orgasms under the whip and I saw the holes someone had put in your nipples and pussy. We miss you. A lot of girls prefer being whipped to going to jail but girls that get off on it are rare. We have watched your video-tape over and over. Would you come back?"
"Why would I do that? You guys really hurt me bad. I was sore for a week."
"Yes but you did get off on part of it and we have an extra incentive. If you want anything in the store you can earn it with pain."
It was tempting. I missed not going to that store. They had a lot of cute clothes, good cosmetics, and nice jewelry.
"How much pain? I can't trust you. You hurt me way too much last time."
"That will depend on you. We have made up a menu depending on the price of the items or items you want. The more it costs the more pain but you will have a choice on the type of pain."
"Like for instance?"
"Twenty five dollars could be as little as twenty-five spanks on your butt and the choice of sucking Joe's dick, or eating me."
That did not sound too bad in fact I might want even more in order to have an orgasm but it still worried me. I thought about it and then told her to give me her home phone and I would think about it and give her my decision."
Marcie surprised me. In about a week after she was well she told me she had told Jim she was willing to go back to the "Dungeon" if he promised she would not bleed or be burned. The last request was because on one of her slips she had suggested that they brand their initials on us with paper clips she had bent into letters. At second thought that seemed to be too much because the pain would last too long. Jim had told her that they were playing sports now so they did not have weekends free and besides they had found girls their own age.
She was crushed. She said that she had tried all kinds of masturbation and had even fucked her cousin but could not get an orgasm. I was tempted to introduce her to Tom but I had promised to keep our relationship secret and I didn't think I wanted to share him anyway.
I told her the offer made by the security guards with the minimum payment.
She was all excited about it. "That doesn't sound bad. I don't mind sucking cocks and I like to go down on you. Let's do it!"
"You can. I don't trust them. Don't you remember how bad they hurt me? You have never sucked a dick as big as his. It is so big it stretched my lips."
That just seemed to excite her more.
"I was hurt worse and I got well. I think you exaggerated. You were all well in a few days."
I began to think I had exaggerated. My skin had not broken and if we could make a deal with them to not stop so we could have an orgasm it might not be bad at all.
As a birthday present and in order to have a phone available for them my folks had given me my own phone in my room. Since it was Friday Marcie's folks let her stay overnight with me. I called Jane, the security guard, that night and made a date for the next day since our folks expected us to shop on Saturday which we had used as an excuse to see the boys. We got excited and sixty nined. I got off on it but Marcie needed more and really looked forward to the next day. When I warned her that the crop, and the snake whip hurt really bad she was just excited instead of frightened.
Marcie wanted to get to the store early so we could shop. She thought we should make several choices at different prices so we could decide on what was worth the pain offered. I was very apprehensive and didn't even look at expensive stuff afraid I might want them so much I would be really hurt. I just picked out a cute watch at $29.95 and a blouse for thirty five. Marcie made a big list with the cheapest item fifty dollars. She said she was not interested in anything cheaper.
It was time so as instructed I had a clerk page Jane. The clerk watched curiously as Jane walked us to the door to the basement. I became more apprehensive realizing she could testify that we had followed her willingly. Marcie was even making excited giggles.
When we got to the room some changes had been made. There were hooks in the ceiling and floor to tie us. They must have learned from me that it was hard to take the punishment untied. There was also a big mirror on the wall opposite from the camera.
Jane gave us the "Menu" to look at while she hung whips on hooks numbered from one to seven. The paddle was hung on hook one, the thong whip on two, the crop on three, the wire whisk on four, the snake whip on five, a whip made of skinny tightly braided thongs with knots on six, and then a whip like number six except there were lead balls on the tips. It was easy to see that the whips became harsher as the numbers went up except for the paddle which I hated the most.
I looked down at the "Menu." It was pretty straight forward. From one to ten we could just give her or Joe head, ten to twenty would be spanks with the paddle, twenty to thirty lashes with the thong whip, thirty to forty the crop, forty to fifty the whisk, fifty to sixty the snake whip, sixty to seventy the whip they called a "Cat of nine tails, Seventy to eighty "Lead balls."
I was relieved. I could get my watch just by taking thirty lashes and if they didn't stop until I had taken all thirty I may get an orgasm.