It soon became obvious that only women and girls neeeded punishment. He lectured that feminism had ruined the world and was against the Bible scriptures and marriage vows. At the end he yelled, "Are your women ready to be saved?"
My "Father." stood up and yelled with the other "Fathers," "Yes! They must suffer to be saved." My "Mother yelled "Amen!" so I did too.
My "Father" took his "Wifes" and my hand and led us up on the stage with the other women and girls.
When we were on the stage the leader boomed out, "Let you be as naked as Eve the original corrupter."
My "Mother" started unbuttoning her dress so I joined her. Now the costume made sense. Even if we had hurried all the buttons and underclothes forced a slow strip I knew would excite an audience.
When we were finally naked men brought out our loincloths. I expected the strips of cloth like the Indians wore but this was just a thick rope he tied around my waist then brought the end through my legs to be jerked into the crack of my butt and into the slit of my pussy. Finally he pulled my pussy lips open and tucked in the rope. I gasped at the feel of the rough braid against my clit. He handed me a whip and I followed the others down the aisle to the door. Every step stimulated my clit and I was sure if I walked long enough I would cum.
As soon as the last girl went through the door the director yelled, "Cut" and explained he wanted the next segment to start at dawn and we should get to bed early.
I was disappointed. I was very excited and was sure the rope combined with the whip would soon have me in orgasm.
We took off the ropes and just put on the dress to go to the bar before dinner. I stuck with my "Mother" and told her I was really excited to be in a real movie since I had only been in videotaped amateur ones. She said, "You are starting out in a rough one. Have you been whipped?"
"Oh yes. Several times. At first it was terrible but now I find it is so exciting the pain doesn't matter."
"You may be ahead of me. I started out at fifteen in soft-porn nudist and beach movies but I found out the rougher the picture the more it paid and was more exciting. Last year I was in a horror movie about the witch hunts in Salem and was stripped to be hung from a tree and whipped. I was really dreading it but couldn't resist the money. To my surprise the experience was really exciting and I asked my agent to find more roles like it."
"Oh I know what you mean. Just straight sex doesn't make me orgasm anymore. I need the pain and it seems the worse the pain the stronger the orgasms."
I hope you are right. My agent told me that in this film my skin would not just turn red but would be welted. He gave me a chance to back out but I just have to know if a real whipping will be even more exciting than the little ones that almost got me to orgasm."
"It is! I keep getting stronger and stronger orgasms that make me push out my pussy and breasts to feel the sting of the whip."
She looked shocked. "Oh God! They hit your pussy and breasts? That must hurt awfully. I have only been whipped on my back, butt and thighs. This may be too much for me."
"No it won't. Think about it. It isn't exciting to have your back kissed or fondled and even your butt if it isn't close to your pussy. It is the same with a whip. All your sexy nerves are around your nipples and pussy. If you almost came from lashes to your butt I can guarantee you will when your front is hit as long as they start out fairly easy so your excitement can cancel the pain."
"Oh yes. I understand. I remember now that the most exciting pain was at the base of my butt close to my pussy."
We went into dinner and my "Mother" must have been a star because the director and producer sat at our table.
I asked the director why we would be hitting ourselves on the path. If he wanted red backs and butts it would be better to have us hit the girl in front of us.
He explained the story was based on fact. There really was people in Italy that flogged themselves on the way to being crucified to mimic Christ's suffering. They even wore crowns of thorns but they had decided to leave off that detail since it would cut the foreheads.
I agreed that would just be painful but that I had noticed that all the girls had large breasts and a large rose garden. It might be real sexy to have a branch coiled around our breasts and since the thorns were little it wouldn't cause much damage.
He loved the idea and stood up to tell everyone about my idea and offered a hundred dollar bonus if we agreed to it. The girls from my school had been picked because pain excited them and agreed with a cheer. The mothers reluctantly agreed.
The next morning men in black robes put on our rope loincloths. I was not the only one to ask that it be pulled tighter.
We were lined up in the same order as we were when we walked out of the "Church."
The men in Black robes which included our "Fathers" had a new line. They told us to stick out our chests and take a deep breath.
The man in front of me had two rose branches. He wrapped each around each breast tight enough to indent the skin and swell the outer part of my breast to hold it in place then tied it together with a piece of string. I felt every little thorn puncture the skin as they were wrapped around and even more as he pulled on the branch to slide the string under to tie it. I was fully excited and could barely concentrate on our instructions to take steps in time to a drum and with each step bring our whips over our shoulders to hit our backs.
It was a slow walk. The drum was hit about every two seconds and then the sound of slaps as our whips hit our backs.
The whips were just two soft leather thongs coming out of a handle. It didn't hurt much and I found I was reaching back as far as I could to let the ends snap into my ass crack which caused my tits to jump and move the thorns to make new pain.
I got so excited it was hard to only hit at the sound of the drum.
I noticed Gloria who was in front of me raised her left arm in the air and began bringing the whip around her side to let the ends of the thongs snap against her stomach. I tried it and it was much more exciting especially when I hit my right breast to make the thorns bite or between my legs to hit tender inner thighs or on my pussy.
I became so excited I didn't hear the director yell "Cut" and almost ran into Gloria.
When I calmed down a bit I looked at the crest of the hill in front of us. I expected to see large crosses but instead there were eight big "Xs" made of four by fours and set into cement. There were leather straps bolted to the ends of the "X." My "Mother behind me whimpered, "Oh I was hoping there would be crosses so I could keep my legs together. They must plan to hit our pussies."
I said excitedly, "Yes! You'll see. These soft whips will just get you terribly excited. You'll cum and cum some more."
The director said, "Okay. Here is the scene. You will be fastened face out to the audience and then the cult leader will make his speech ending with the statement that the whole group should punish you. Eight guys will go up to you and whip you from the sides so they will not block our view. When your guy has given you five lashes he will move to the girl on your right and a new guy will start. We only have ten guys so the end guy will go out of camera range to be fitted with a new beard and wig then start over. I am hoping each girl can take at least a hundred lashes before fainting or faking a faint. All the girls that can take a hundred will get a $500.00 bonus.