When we had rested they told us to put on our clothes and to come back in two days for the things we had earned. I was sure they planned to steal them rather than buy them. They weren't paid enough to afford to buy us expensive things every few days.
I got curious. Since they were wearing name tags I looked up their names in the phone book. They lived only a few blocks from me and lived together although they had different last names. It was just a one story house. That night I sneaked up to peek through the window. They only had a little bit of furniture but it was obvious what was important to them. They had a big screen TV and two VCRs to edit tapes. They were sitting on a couch naked watching the TV. I could see the screen from my place at the window. They had edited out all their instructions and all you saw of them in the tape was their arms and the whips. Marcie was asking for the whips and offering to go down on her while being fucked. I had come too late to see myself whipped but in time to see me whip Jane. Jane's face was hidden by a dark blob but My face was clear. I looked demonical! It was obvious I was really getting off from whipping her tits. I heard Jane say, "Look what that bitch did to my poor tits. She will pay for that!"
I was afraid they would discover me so I ran home swearing I would not go back to the store. When I told Marcie what I had found out and that I did not want to go back. She said that it was kind of exciting to think they were looking at her being whipped on TV but changed her mind when I said they might show it to other people. She still argued that we had earned our things and that we could get them and tell them we didn't want to be whipped anymore. I reluctantly agreed.
When we went to the store Jane acted nice. She put on my watch and Marcies necklace and said they looked great on us. She wanted to know what we wanted next. Her attitude changed drastically when we said we didn't want anything and did not want to be hurt by them anymore.
She yelled, "You ungrateful little bitches! We all know you get off on pain and we gave you presents too. If you think you can back out now you can think again! We have tapes of you asking to be whipped, fucked, and sucking pussy. If you try to back out copies of that tape will go to your parents, and your school principal."
We were trapped! We both began to blubber and beg them not to give them to our folks and promised we would do anything they wanted.
They made us beg to let us take off our clothes so we could be whipped then hung us upside down and back to back from the ceiling by our ankles with our wrists tied to the floor.
Then they spent what seemed like hours torturing our pussies and nipples by whipping them then to our horror burning them with cigarettes. The pain was much too severe for us to get excited by it.
I found out later an employee had gone to the basement to get something to restock a shelf. He heard our muffled screams through the door and when he found it locked got the manager who unlocked it just in time to see them jam lit cigarettes into Marcie and my assholes.
They called 911 for the police and an ambulance but Joe and Jane broke loose from them and got away before the police came. They took us to the hospital for tests, Thankfully the doctors kept the cops away from us until Marcie and I had a chance to decide on a story to explain why we were being tortured. We agreed we should admit that we had been caught shoplifting and that they were punishing us for it. The cops believed us and said they would catch them. Marcie and I hoped they wouldn't in case they believed Joe and Jane.
Then our folks came. They felt sorry for us and didn't even mention the shoplifting they seemed relieved the doctor had told them we had not been raped. The doctor put some great painkilling salve on us and gave us pain pills then told our folks we could go home. I begged them to let Marcie stay with me and they agreed.
Marcie and I laid in my bed while I told her I knew where Joe lived and we should get our tapes. As soon as her folks left and mine went to bed we carefully let down the rope ladder my dad had put in my window for a fire escape. We had watched enough TV to know how to break into their house.
There were hundreds of tapes. We had to make two trips to get them all. We were really lucky. Two cop cars pulled up to the house when we were about a half-block away.
We hid the tapes in the bushes behind my house and then sneaked back into my room. By then our pussies were burning again from the cigarettes so we put salve on each other's pussies till we got excited and began to concentrate on each others clits till we came.
Afterwards Marcie said, "I am sure I would make a good spy. Even the terrible pain from the burns to my pussy would not have made me tell our secrets."
That reminded me that after all we had been through she could keep Tom secret and told her that he was perfect, He knew just how much to hurt to make me cum and that we had a code word, "Mercy." He would ignore my moans or screams but if I said "Mercy" when it got too intense he would stop.
She was a little mad I had kept him a secret from her but understood why he would not want a lot of people know what he did.
Naturally we were really tired by then so we went to sleep.
The next morning Mom checked on us and when we told her we felt better she told us to stay in bed as long as we liked and gave us our pain pills and some more of the painkilling salve.
We went back to sleep after taking the pills then woke up hungry so we put on our dresses and had some breakfast food.
I heard the whistle from Tom's train and took Marcie over to meet him. I told him what had happened and pulled off Marcie's dress to show him the blisters on her nipples and pussy. He seemed surprised I would be stripping my friend for him then taking off my dress to show my injuries.
He looked worried when I told him Marcie wanted to join us but relaxed when Marcie swore she would not tell on him no matter how she was tortured by the police. I told him that was true and that she had not begged for mercy even when they burned her.
Tom swore he would never hurt her more than she wanted. I giggled and said, "You are going to be surprised at how much hurt she wants."
Then I told him about the tapes and we got them to hide them in his house.
We picked one out randomly and put it in Tom's VCR. We were astonished. They had not just picked on young girls. The woman in this tape was about twenty-five and had a gorgeous body.
They had made her beg to be whipped too but she was not convincing because she looked real frightened and tears ran out of her eyes to drop on her big breasts as she made the speech asking for a hundred lashes with the thong whip. The next scene had her placed between the desk and bookcase with her legs spread. Although you couldn't see them I knew her ankles were bound or handcuffed. She screamed so loud they put a rubber ball in her mouth and held it in with a scarf to start over on the hundred lashes.
It made us all horny but our pussies were too blistered to fuck so we got on both sides of Toms dick to lick and suck it till he came.
We use the tapes for foreplay now. It will work for a long time because there are so many of them and some, especially our own, we will want to see several times.
Our college is all taken care of. Our folks sued the store and the case was settled out of court for a bundle since the store was embarrassed about hiring security guard with phoney names and credentials.
Jane and Joe have never been caught. I still have nightmares sometimes that they come back and kidnap me but the cops say they would not be stupid enough to ever come back.
Marcie and I will always be best friends. Other girls and boys just seem silly to us. Tom can't fuck enough to keep us satisfied but he has bought a bunch of different size dildos and vibrators so with them and whipping we can always get off. I see nothing but excitement in front of me.