He said he had good news too. The tape was finished. He put it in the VCR and turned it on. It was really professional. He had added dialogue at the start by acting as if he was on the phone telling his boss that he had caught the spy and would make her talk. At my first orgasm on tape he said, "Jesus. No-one would guess you are cumming. It just looks like you have reached terrible pain. Somehow that made me feel better but seeing it made me so excited I sucked his dick and let him butt-fuck me. He made it better by using his hands to pinch my nipples and twiddle my clit. I managed to cum and had to drive my face into the pillow so my folks wouldn't hear me squeal.
I told Debbie I had my pills and thanked her for telling me about the store. I didn't tell her how I had to earn them.
She said, "Shit! You were lucky. He must not have put in the camera until after you left. It didn't occur to me he would put in surveillance cameras. I got caught. He gave me a choice between the cops or a whipping. It was the third time I was caught and I had been warned if I did it again I would go to juvenile hall so I let him whip me. It really hurt. Go to the bathroom with me. I'll show you."
I noticed she was wearing a loose dress which was out of character for her. She unzipped it and took it off explaining, "I am so sore I can't stand to wear panties or bra or anything tight and this happened last night."
There were several angry red and purple lines on her butt, back, breasts, stomach, and in a diagonal pattern on her pussy I noticed was shaved like mine. I traced a welt on her boob which made her wince and my pussy dampen and said "Jesus. What did he use on you?"
"I don't think this was his first time. He had a regular leather whip like in our history book used on slaves and he hung me from the ceiling with wrist cuffs padded with sheepskin to keep my wrists from being cut. It was awful! He made me get naked for it!"
"Yeah it must have hurt but it must have been kind of exciting to be hung up naked."
She looked at me strangely and said, "Are you nuts? It was frightening and it hurts to be all stretched. He tied my ankles to floor bolts and pulled me down until I was sure my joints were coming apart. I have to admit I like showing off my body and I was a little excited when he felt me and said I looked beautiful but the first lash hurt so much my excitement left and there was just pain. Terrible pain."
I was disappointed it had not thrilled her. Just hearing about it was making me excited. I managed to hide my excitement and said, "You poor thing. I guess you will have to stay away from him."
"I don't need him. He must have felt guilty because he gave me years supply of pills. Just for the hell of it I stole some pregnancy tests. I'll give you some."
Sam was real proud of my performance and his editing. We watched it every night and I didn't tire of it since my imagination let me feel everything that happened to me on screen and he made me cum by putting clothespins on my nipples and pussy lips to pull them open for his tongue.
I was really happy when he said it would be safe to fuck my pussy but I found even though it was better I still needed pain with it and just pinching was not enough.
I was really happy that night at dinner when Mom announced they were going to a dog show in Seattle the next day but was crushed when Sam said, "Good. I want to go along. There is a huge software store and I want to look at some programs for my computer."
Mom told him to pack some clothes as they would be leaving at six in the morning.
I followed him up to his room and whined, "How could you do this to me? We finally have a chance to do something really exciting and you leave! I need to have a great orgasm. I am going crazy."
"Jesus. You are really hooked aren't you? Don't worry. I'll just be gone a couple of days. I have something to keep you occupied."
He reached under the bed and took out a bunch of leather thongs. "Here. You like to do macrame. Braid these into some whips and when I get back we'll go out to the clubhouse and try them out. I can put hooks all over to tie you in any position."
I knew about the clubhouse. It was just a deserted cabin out in the woods. Brush and trees had grown around it so much you had to look close to find it. I followed him out to it once. He and his friends had formed a club but all they used it for was to smoke cigarettes and drink beer they had stolen from their parents. It was all shaded and gloomy and seemed a perfect setting for torture.
When they left I started making whips. On the first one I just braided a handle out of thongs about a half inch wide to leave four thongs hanging out the end a couple of feet long. Out of curiosity I took off my clothes and hit myself with it. The thongs were light and it just caused a small sting. I knew I could take a hundred lashes with it so I made another by braiding narrower thongs all the way with a knot on the end. It was about four feet long and I swung it around my body letting the knot curl around to hit my pubic bone. It was much worse causing me to squeal and it left a round deep red mark at the knot.
Strangely it didn't frighten me. I just thought how brave Sam would think I was to let him use it on me and that I would have marks to remind me of my whipping for days.
I laid out the whips on my bed and looking at them imagining how they would feel made me so excited I began digging at my pussy but I could only get to that terrible place just before orgasm and couldn't get past it.
I felt guilty I couldn't cum like a normal person and suddenly Debbies marked body appeared in my mind. She hated the whip. Maybe that would cure me of wanting pain.
I went to the drug store. There was a little old lady in there who talked endlessly to him about her aches and pains. Waiting for her to leave was killing me.
He must have known why I was there because he followed her out and put up the closed sign and locked the door.
He came over to me smiling and said, "Hi. I have missed you. Did you come to steal something?"
"No. You whipped my friend, Debbie. I feel really guilty for not warning her about the camera. I think I should be whipped as bad as her to make up for it."
"Oh yeah. I remember her. I think she has stolen a lot of things. I must have hit her too hard. She didn't react like you. I won't hit you that hard."
That wasn't what I wanted. If he hit easy I may just have orgasms and want the whip even more. I needed to be cured because the long delays waiting to be alone with Sam were killing me.
"No. You have to hit me just as hard or it won't let me relieve my guilt. How many times did you hit her?"
"I got carried away. I guess about forty times."
"Then give me fifty."
"Really? I have a real whip now. It really leaves welts."
"I know. I saw them. I want them all over so I can show Debbie I have been punished for not telling her."
I was wearing my coveralls in case I got welts below the hem of my micro-skirt. We went to the back room and I stripped staring at the ominous cuffs hanging from the ceiling and other cuffs in the floor.
He put on my wrist cuffs going to a pulley on the beam then pulled down on the rope until my toes were off the ground. I really felt stretched but I was even more stretched when he put on my ankle cuffs and pulled on the ropes to open my legs and pull them down.
He came over to me and began feeling my body saying, "Oh yeah you are stretched tight. Your belly is flat and firm and so are your boobs and butt. Your skin won't give much when you are hit."
His squeezes to my butt and boobs with little pulls on the nipples and caresses on my tummy was getting me excited. I didn't want that. I wanted to be cured.