My clit exploded again and the pain radiated throughout my body. This one was even worse than the first. By the fifth I knew my clit would not get numb like my nipples. It seemed to get even more sensitive and I was hoarse from screaming. I couldn't take it anymore in spite of my resolve. As he started pulling it back again I said hoarsely, "No. Don't hit it again. I'll do it."
"What will you do?"
I gulped then said, "I'll suck your dicks."
They let me loose and I gently caressed my sore nipples and clit while they undressed then the driver came over to me and said, "Kneel bitch. You had better get all of it in your throat!"
I began to try to stuff his big prick in my throat. Ed said, "I am not going to wait for you to get off. Sit down and take her with you."
He sat on the floor and I managed to get his dick into my throat just as my hips were grabbed and another dick plunged into my pussy. It was huge! even entering from the rear it was big enough to rub on my sensitive clit. They both began pulling on my breasts and pinching my nipples. When Ed began pinching my clit I came and kept cummimg while they flooded my mouth and cunt.
I guess they decided I had enough because they dressed and left leaving me to catch my breath on the floor.
I felt just awful. It had been my fault That I received so much pain. I should have known they could not resist whipping me after I had cooperated in my bondage. Even though the pain had been unreal the most terrible thing was cumming when they fucked me. I felt like I had deliberately betrayed Joe.
I didn't know what to do. I felt like I should confess to him but he said he would kill me if I fucked anyone without his permission. I went through all kinds of schemes even considering calling the police and charging them with rape but I could never explain why I allowed them to manacle me to the frame and would have to admit I was nearly naked watching them work.
When I heard his car coming up the driveway I decided that if he wanted to kill me I deserved it. All the pain was gone and I began to think I had exaggerated the pain to allow me to have sex with them. When he came though the door I fell to my knees and hugged his legs to sob out what had happened.
He pulled me to my feet to hug me and say, "I know exactly what happened. I thought you might not wait for me to get home to whip you on the frame so I asked Mike to see if you would volunteer to be whipped. I don't know for sure whether you were dumb enough to believe their story about needing to adjust the frame to you but in your favor you were wearing your robe when you agreed and they said you were tortured more than anyone they had encountered before you agreed to have sex with them. The other thing in your favor is that they said you never had an orgasm since the pain was too much."
I was saved by the fact that they could not tell the difference between my orgasms and great pain. I was quick to agree.
"There was no way. They hit my poor clit over and over with that awful fibreglas whip."
"It was only five times and those with the leather tip but Mike said even his wife who is incredibly tough has never been able to take more than four."
I suddenly felt proud. Joe knew I had suffered more than anyone before agreeing to my "Rape."
He asked me how I felt and I told him my pussy was still bruised and sore but the rest of me was fine if he wanted to whip me.
I do want to see you on that frame but only to give you the orgasm you did not get from them. You may choose your whip."
When I was manacled to it he asked me if I was alright. I decided I should suffer more for him and said, "They tied me tighter. It might be better for you if my skin is real tight."
He pulled my arms up until I could feel my joints begin to separate and my tummy went flat.
I whimpered to let him know that was enough and he told me to choose my whip.
I was tempted to choose the little pussy whip or the bootlace whip knowing they would provide enough pain to bring on my orgasm without leaving lasting pain but I did not want him to think I had lost my courage because of the men.
"Use the thong whip to redden me from my breasts to my knees then finish with five to my pussy."
"I thought you said your pussy was very sore."
"It is! That is why you must make me very excited before hitting it."
He did it perfectly. Hitting easy at first to the area just above my pussy to my breasts, then a little harder to cover my breasts, Then harder right to the tops and inner thighs until I was cumming and screamed "My Pussy! Now!"
Orgasms began crashing through my body causing me to scream and toss my head. When the last lash buried itself in my slit he dropped to his knees and began licking my inflamed clit while he ripped off his clothes then he raised up to bury his dick that felt twice its normal size to continue my orgasms.
At the end I was proud that I had given him a climax so strong he had to sit on the concrete floor looking dazed for a few moments before he could get up to release me.
Later that night he made gentle love to me. He came but I was only able to get excited by imagining myself on the frame watching Ed slowly pulling back the tip of that terrible whip.
The thong whip had just reddened me without bruises so my body looked perfect the next morning.
He had me turn slowly in front of him then said I had a little stubble on my pussy he needed to shave off because he had a very special client he wanted to impress.
It always excited me to have him shave me not only from having my pussy pulled and pinched to get every hair but also from the fear of being cut by the razor. My body was trembling when he said that he had a very special costume. He gave me a box that contained two gold coins and a two inch by eight inch piece of gold lame cloth with a nylon thread threaded through a hem. I guessed it would be a loincloth to hide my slit and turned the coins over to see if they had glue or something to hold them to my nipples. The backs had large gold safety pins. He confirmed my fear by saying, "Your nipples will have to be pierced to hold them. Will you need to be tied for it?"
I would have preferred it but I wanted to be brave so I just shook my head.
He had me kneel in front of him and hold up my breasts tightly with my hands. Then he took two large needles out of the box that had held the costume. He pulled out one nipple at a time with his left hand so he could slowly push the needles through my nipples. I gasped and clenched my teeth against the pain and squeezed my breasts so hard they were throbbing to suppress my screams. At least when my ears were pierced it was done quickly.
He said, I am proud of you for taking that quietly. When the bleeding stops we will put on the coins."
I have small pink nipples but they were still barely covered by the coins and the loincloth only covered the center of my pussy.
I said, "I can't wear this in public. I will be arrested."
I know that. "You can wear your fur jacket over it."
That still barely covered my ass and I was constantly aware how naked I was on the way to his office by the sensuous feel of the leather seat on my bare ass.
He took me to lunch before we went to the office. He ordered for both of us. I couldn't without a quavering voice because while the waiter wrote down the order his fingers were in my pussy twiddling my clit. Lunch arrived quickly or I am sure people might have thought I had a seizure when I came.