They bought tapes on strippers so I could practise and perform at the parties. They began to treat me as an adult and I got to participate in the games. I usually lost but I didn't mind being whipped. It seemed like the more I was hurt the harder I came and it was more exciting to have a larger audience who cheered when I would push out my boobs or pussy for the next lash.. The only time it really hurt was when I couldn't cum anymore from exhaustion and they continued to hurt me. That was the dis-advantage of the games. I never seemed to lose the right amount of lashes to get to the ultimate orgasm or else I got too many. There was no problem if there was not enough because they were happy to oblige when I begged for more but when I lost too many they wouldn't stop until I got the whole amount. The lashes when I couldn't cum anymore were terrible. In consolation they were willing to lick or fuck me anyway I wanted to make up for the tremendous pain.
Ann learned what that was like at a party. She had continued to win at the games so Bill said since she had enjoyed a free ride for a long time everyone would get to give her ten lashes each with the whip of their choice. They tied her in the center of the room standing with her legs spread so every inch of her body was available. Bill whipped her butt and thighs with a thong whip. I knew what made her excited so I went next using the same whip starting with easy lashes to her pussy and increasing the speed and intensity as I proceeded. When I finished I recognized the pulsations and moans of her orgasm. Unfortunately that was the last of exciting lashes for her. The rest of the guests hit really hard and the girls used terrible whips including long buggy whips, cat of nine tails, bamboo canes, and wire whips that left terrible welts. Some of them were bleeding before she had received the one hundred and ten lashes. I was being fucked or sucking someone all during her ordeal but when it was over Bill and I carried her in to the bedroom and I covered her welts with salve.
We went back to the party and some guests wanted us to hang her back up so they would have something to look at. I offered to be hung in her place but they said it was not the same since I had no welts. I offered to let the men give me ten lashes each since they hadn't been as mean as the women. The girls complained but the men told them to shut up unless they wanted to volunteer. They didn't but two of the girls offered to tie me. The men agreed to that and told them to wait until they had fresh drinks. While they were getting them the girls huddled to decide how to tie me.
When the men were all back they tied my wrists behind my head to my hair. One of them grinned at me then started wrapping small rope around the base of my breasts till they formed hard balls then tied another rope to the small rope at my cleavage and pulled me up on my tip-toes. My tits began to throb right away. Then they put a thick, rough, hemp rope between my legs and put the ends over pulleys in the ceiling to lift me off my toes. Now my whole hundred pounds was kept in the air just by my tits and the rope cutting into my pussy. If they had just left me to hang with never hitting me there would have been more than enough pain to make me cum. My hard tits and the lips of my pussy pooching around the rope were irrestible targets. Since my tits couldn't compress under the lashes the pain was terrible even though they just used thonged whips. I couldn't help but move which caused the rope to rasp against my clit. The only good thing was that the rope protected my clitoris when one man used all ten lashes on my pussy with a riding quirt. I don't know how many times I was hit. When I couldn't cum anymore I passed out. When I came around everyone was fucking or being sucked and they ignored my plaintive cries to let me down. I had to hang there with my tits and pussy on fire and throbbing till Bill finally came from a blow-job and came over to let me down. He carried me to the bathroom and filled the tub with cool water then went in and got Ann to join me. The cool water stopped the burning and Ann and I caressed our throbbing pussies. There was a little blood coming out of mine. Ann asked what had happened to me so I told her in detail. She was mad! "Those dirty bitches. They know that rope turns your pussy into hamburger. You are going to be sore a long time. Bill should have stopped them."
Bill had gone back to tell the guests the party was over. After they left he came in and poured bath oil in the water.
Ann said, "How could you let them hang Kim on that rope. You know what that did to my pussy and I wasn't supporting my weight on it."
"What was I going to do. She volunteered. If she had complained I would have stopped them, besides a lot of her weight was being supported by her tits. You should have seen it Ann. It was fantastic."
"Maybe so but we can't let it happen again. She could get infected and we would have a hell of a time explaining it to the doctor."
"No problem. That salve helped you and it will help Kim too."
She was right. My pussy was so sore I couldn't ride the horse even with jeans on and I was black and blue all around my tits where the little ropes had compressed them.
They were real nice to me all week, Bill even licked my pussy when it got better and it was different because his tongue was longer and thicker than Ann's. He would tickle my clit with the end then push it all the way in me rubbing my clit on the way in and out. I still needed more though and had Ann spank my tits with a strap bouncing them around on my chest till I had a massive orgasm.
That really excited Ann. She had Bill lie on his back and then sat on his shoulders so he could eat her pussy. In gratitude for my great orgasm I sucked on his dick I pushed it in deeper and found out if I swallowed I could get it into my throat. He really loved that and began pumping his hips while I rubbed my nipples on the rug and rubbed my clit with my fingers.
When we had all cum he raised up and kissed me saying, "That was the greatest blow-job he had ever had."
Ann's feelings were hurt till he explained that I had got his dick down my throat.
Ann was amazed, "How did you do that? I always have to gag when it hits my throat."
I told her that I found out by accident but would teach her how to do it.
We practised with rubber dildoes until she finally learned to get one down her throat even bigger than Bill's. In a few days she surprised him with her new skill. He was delighted to have two girls that could do it. We demonstrated our skill at the next party and the men insisted that their girls had to learn how to do it too. I felt sorry for the girls who couldn't do it because they just stuck rubber dicks against the back of their throats tiil there was nothing left in their stomachs to throw up then just jammed their dicks down their throat to feel their throats working on it while they gagged. When one of the girls accidentally bit a man's dick they whipped her till every part of her body was red from her knees to her neck. Then they put her on her back on a table and pulled her head down off the end of the table by her hair. This seemed to help and two guys fucked her face with only occasional jumps of her stomach from gagging.
A few days later I was idly pulling on my nipples when I remembered the gold rings. When Bill got home I asked them if he had found some for me.
"Well kind of. I saw a couple of rings at the office supply that locked together then had them gold plated but after looking at them again I decided they were too big. I would have to make a big hole in your nipples to hold them."
"Oh I don't care. They will be pretty and I will be proud I went through the pain for you."
"I'll show them to you. If you still want them I will put them in."
He got them and they were big. About two inches around and as thick as a nail.
I said, "They are pretty big. I was thinking of just a needle going through my nipple."