"That has not been used for quite awhile. A ninth grade student requested it about four years ago. It was so wild all the teachers came to see it used. As you probably guessed the girl was put inside it then the wires were tightened till the barbs just touched her skin and then the loose strands were brought through her legs to press against her crotch and pussy. When she was in it the wires were touched by a cattle prod. Every time the electricity hit she would jump and drive the barbs into her skin. We couldn't do it very long because she began bleeding. To our amazement she didn't want to be taken out of it."
I shuddered at the thought. I didn't know what a cattle prod was but I thought it must take a lot of electricity to make her jump into the barbs.
He asked me for my fantasy sheets. I only had three. One was my brother's idea. It involved putting bowls of red ants on my tits to wear while being fucked. He discarded that for the time being since they had no red ants.
The second had me lying on my stomach on a bed of rose branches while I was fucked in my ass. This was also put aside because they had no roses.
The third request was that I be fucked in my pussy, my ass, and my mouth all at the same time until they could not get hard anymore. This they could do.
The second grade teacher, the janitor and a girl a little older than me came in. Her fantasy must have already started. She was naked and had iron manacles with big chains on her wrists and ankles. There were tears coming down her cheeks. I couldn't understand that since she was coming to satisfy her own fantasy.
The janitor read our fantasies aloud. Her fantasy was to be hung up by iron manacles and to be whipped till every bit of her was red from her armpits to mid thigh by two men at the same time then she was to suck them off and they were to shoot their cum in her face. That did not appeal to me at all. It looked like the men would be the only ones to enjoy it. If I had not known it was her idea I would have assumed the men had come up with it.
Since she already had her manacles on she was first.
She cried and moaned, "No. Please no." and "I hurt. I hurt" till it was over. The men ignored her and it took a long time as they stopped to locate white or pink areas to hit. Then they loosened her arms enough to let her rest on her knees and took turns getting blow-jobs. She got a look of ecstasy on her face and kept it even while her face was covered with cum.
Now it was my turn. They tied my arms loosely to the ceiling then sat on a bench till she was able to get them hard again by alternately stroking two of the dicks while sucking the third. When they were hard the janitor was seated on a swing and lifted to the level of my face. I was glad to see his dick was skinny enough to go down my throat then they all began feeding their dicks into me at once. It was as excited as I had imagined when I thought up the fantasy and I had several great orgasms.
On the way out I asked the girl why she had picked that fantasy since she seemed to be really suffering under the whips.
She said, "I do hate being whipped. It really hurts but my mother and my church lecture me all the time about sex being a sin so the only way I can avoid guilt is to be punished for the joy I get."
"Yeah but you weren't fucked. You just gave the men pleasure."
"I know, I don't understand that either. It is just that the more humiliated I am the better the orgasm. My boy friend leads me around on my hands and knees with a leash going to clothespins on my nipples till I beg him to whip me and let me suck his dick."
When I got home Bill was not there. I remembered what she said about the clothespins so I dug around till I found a couple then went upstairs to undress and try them. They hurt! They kept hurting for about ten minutes then I guess the nerves got numb so they just ached. I was amazed at how strong they were. I could pull my nipples way out and stretch my breasts with them without having them pop off. When I took them off there was another sharp pain then they ached until I rubbed them to bring back the circulation.
Bill ran in yelling at me to come upstairs because he had something to show me.
"Lena! This is great! I have a new friend who's Dad owns a sex shop. Look at these magazines."
They solved the problem of trying to think up fantasies. There were gobs of pictures of women in all kinds of bondage, costumes, and being stimulated by pain in all kinds of ways. I dog-eared the pages of the things that most excited me or Bill.
"That is not all. look at this!"
He pulled a rubber dick out of his pocket that really looked real. I looked and felt of it then he turned a switch at the base. It began to vibrate!
"This will be great! Remember how much you liked having dicks in your ass and your pussy at the same time?" We can do it anytime with this in either hole."
It was hell waiting for our folks to go to bed Finally Mom said, "You kids are driving me crazy pacing around. If you don't want to watch TV go upstairs and study."
We tried to be casual going up walking slowly.
The fake dick was great! Once he had his dick in my pussy he put the fake in my butt. It not only vibrated it made his vibrate too. We enjoyed it so much I was afraid Mom might hear Bill's moans so I held my hand over his mouth then pulled it into my nipple. We tried it in both holes I found it was best for Bill to fuck my ass while he held the fake tight against my pussy at top speed.
That weekend Bill and I went to the college library to read everything we could on sadism, masochism, corporal punishment, and torture. I recognized the fact that I was a masochist and everything mentioned under that and most of corporal punishment appealed to me. Torture was something else. It always seemed to involve burning, cutting, dislocations, or electrocution. Joys of torture seemed incongruous.
I was very apprehensive at school Monday. I kept picturing myself tied up while red hot pokers were pushed into my nipples or pussy or whipped with electrical wires.
The ten of us elite girls always ate together. They were no help at all. They said things like, "The school nurse should be able to fix you up so you won't have to go to the hospital", and "Don't worry they will give you a ride home. There is no way you will be able to walk." I couldn't believe they could be so mean as to giggle after saying that. I got so frightened Buffy took me aside and said they were teasing me. The principal considered this voluntary and if something hurt too much I would just say "Mercy." and he would stop. "Remember when you talked to me after my session? I had cum so hard I was like a walking zombie. I had dreams about it for a week. I know you like pain as much as I do."
I wasn't so sure. At our cheating whipping in the auditorium she had absorbed as many lashes as me with the bad whip and stayed conscious. I wasn't sure I could have.
I was so frightened I couldn't get excited at punishment time when one of the girls chose position three for her thirty lashes.
I walked slowly to the principal's office hardly noticing the giggling girls running to the basement.
When I went into his office he smiled and kissed me then had me sit down.
He poured a small glass of whisky for each of us. My folks had liquor so Bill and I had drank small amounts they would not miss. I took it gratefully and sipped on it as he talked.