"Well I'll try but he wouldn't even let his best friend have a copy."
"You get it no matter what you have to do. If you don't your ass, tits and pussy will be black and blue for a week. As an extra incentive tell him he can have a copy of the movie we made.
That scared me as I had no doubt he would carry out his threat.
I was sure Jim would not let me have the tape without payment which would be painful so I decided to wait until the folks went to their dog show the next weekend to let me heal if I needed it.
I was fucked by one or more of the boys all week but that just whetted my appetite for something spectacular.
Shortly after my folks and Sam left I walked down to the drugstore. I was disappointed when Jim said he had a lot of prescriptions to fill to be picked up and to come back after three PM.
I spent the time in the park at the arboretum getting more and more excited as I watched branches moving in the breeze and imagining them hitting me and seeing trees I could be tied to. I even hung from a branch to imagine myself naked while people walked by on the sidewalk and men in cars looked at my belly button made bare by my half-shirt and low cut shorts.
By three o'clock I was incredibly horny. I went in to the store and waited impatiently as a little old lady paid for her prescription while recounting all her aches and pains. It seemed endless and I was happy Jim also got impatient and finally took her elbow to lead her to the door.
When he locked it he came over and gave me a big hug and said, "God I am glad you are here. I have missed you."
"Me too. Do you have any more new tapes?"
"No. The word must be out that I have cameras. I have only caught a few shoplifters who were either too old or ugly for me to want to whip so I settled for double charging them."
"Jim my brother makes tapes too. He wants a copy of your tape of Miss Stevens. If you will let me have it he will give you a movie he made of me. It is real sexy."
"I don't think so. I want to keep control of it. If the wrong person saw it I could be in trouble."
"Oh Jim. Please. He just wants it for himself. If I don't get it he will do terrible things to me. I'll do anything you want if you will give it to me."
"Anything?"
"Yes anything. I know you won't be as mean as Sam."
"I might be meaner. I'll tell you what. You make some suggestions as to what you are willing to suffer if one of your suggestions sounds interesting I will let you have the tape."
That was diabolical. I would be asking for punishment possibly worse than he would have come up with on his own. I began suggesting positions I could get into for whipping and things he could use on me but he said, "Your suggestions all involve simple whipping that we both know will make you cum. Try to think of something more exotic."
I shuddered then said, "Sam made me lie on a bed of rose branches. It made me bleed but didn't make scars. You could whip me with a rose branch until I am covered with blood. It would make a spectacular tape."
"Yes but you have done that. It might be good if something else was added."
I thought of a nightmare that had wakened me in a cold sweat.
I had this nightmare but I know I would have to be tied up for it. It scared me terribly.
"That sounds interesting. Tell me about it."
"I was captured by indians and tied spread out to stakes in the ground near an anthill. The ants began crawling towards my open crotch and I woke up just before they got to me. There is a red ant hill in your alley. You could kill them with your whip as they crawled on me. That is the worst thing I can think of."
"Now that sounds wild. I could use a rose branch to kill them. If you agree to that you can have the tape."
"Oh God. Do you really want to hurt me that much?"
"It is your idea. Anything else now seems minor."
"I shuddered and moaned, "Okay. I guess it will still be better than being beaten black and blue by Sam."
"Great. There is a shovel and a garbage sack in the store room go out and get a couple of shovelfulls of ants."
That was terrible. He was making me fulfill my own torture. I went out and filled the sack. I got a taste of what was going to happen to me when an ant crawled up on my ankle and bit me. It was like being stuck with a red hot needle and I frantically killed it."
When I went back in I whimpered. "One bit me. it hurts awful. Like a red hot needle, You will kill them right away won't you?"
"Sure. As soon as enough get on you. Now go out and cut some rose branches. You better make them long and thick so I can kill several at once."
That was even worse. When I went out to the rose bushes I found that the thicker the branch was the longer the thorns. Fortunately they all had little side branches to cover a big area to kill several at a time.
I brought in three branches so he could choose.
He said, "Good you have spare branches in case one may break."
That frightened me more. Being hit hard enough to break a branch would hurt terribly.
He had me undress then led me into the store room. It seemed eerily silent and I said "It seems different."
"Yeah. I soundproofed it. You can scream all you want to without being heard."
That was no consolation. It just meant I had no chance of being rescued in case it was too much.
He had me lie on the rough concrete then tied my wrists to hooks on the side walls. When he was satisfied the ropes were tight enough to keep me from moving much he began on my legs. He put on ankle cuffs then put the ropes through pulleys and began pulling my legs apart until I was nearly doing the splits.
I whimpered, "Not so much. My pussy will be open. They may go inside."
"That idea may just frighten you more. I am going to rig a mirror so you will be able to see everything."
I whimpered, "I don't think I want to see it."
He ignored me and brought out a mirror with rings on the frame he pulled up to the ceiling and angled so I could see my whole torso. When I looked at my pussy my normally tight slit was open.
Then he said, "You can lie there while I make some sugar syrup to give them an incentive to go for you. Anticipation should be terrible."
He left me and I tried to twist to close my pussy but it was no use and I began reliving my nightmare of hundreds of ants moving toward me."
He came back saying the syrup had to boil awhile and pulled up a chair to begin using the clippers to cut off the side branches and leaves off the rose branches.
I cried, "Don't do that! You won't be able to kill as many."
"Sorry but the little branches and leaves will keep the thorns away from you. We don't want that."
When he was done the branches had become skinny thorned whips with only the thorns removed to make a handle.
He left again and came back with a sauce pan. He said, "I put the pan on ice. It is still a little hot but it won't burn you."
"What do you mean. Aren't you just going to put it near me?"
"Oh no. The ants need direction. He began making a skinny trail about six feet from me then to my horror let it drip into my open slit then make a trail up to my breasts where he let it drip on my nipples."
I cried, "Oh no. You aren't going to let them get all the way to my breasts!"
"You said their bite was like a hot needle. Your nipples should make you beg for the whip."
"I'll beg now! Forget the ants. Just whip me. You can whip me bloody!"
"Oh I'll whip you alright but not until you are ready."
He took off his clothes except for his shoes evidentally to be ready to fuck me at the end of his ordeal.I noticed his dick was hard just in anticipation of what was going to happen to me.