Then out of nowhere I felt a horrid pain across both ass cheeks accompanied by a loud "Snap!" he kept laying them across my ass while the audience began to chant, "Uno, Dos, Tres," I might have been able to learn to count to a hundred in spanish if the pain had been less but my resolve to be still went out the window. when the tip went between my legs to hit my tender inner thighs I jumped so hard I almost ripped off my tits.
He covered my back from my shoulders to my knees. The tip would also hit the sides of my stretched tits and when he did my thighs the whip would coil around my leg for the tip to dig into the inner parts.
I don't know how many times he hit me but when the tip came around me to dig into my pussy lips then my nipples I passed out.
I woke up with my knees bent hanging by my tits with a ghastly burning to my back. The two men who had tied me were throwing buckets of water on my back. I later found out that it was salt water burning the blood oozing welts on my back.
They began untying me and I thought it was finally over. They gave me some water to drink and I began to feel my strength coming back in spite of the fire on my back. I had sweat so much I drank about a quart of water before I was satisfied.
I was now facing the audience and could not resist caressing the deep red lines across my burning nipples and pussy to try to relieve the pain. This brought on more cheers and applause and I thought it was over. I smiled proudly at the audience who obviously appreciated my courage and beauty and made a deep bow.
I began to walk away but the man in the leather outfit grabbed my arm and said, ""Veintiuno mas, senorita." I later found out that meant twenty-one but at the time it only meant they were not though with me. For all I knew I might have fifty more to go. I sobbed realizing they would not be satisfied at only two lines on my white front.
They put padded cuffs on my wrist and used the cords that had been around my tits to tie to my manacles to pull me up until my feet left the ground, then rolled out two heavy barrels. They tipped them up on their ends and I saw hooks welded to their tops to hold ropes. They tied ropes to my ankle cuffs then looped them around the hooks to pull my legs apart. The man looked out to the audience and said, "Mas?" I knew that meant "More," and the audience yelled "Mas! Mucho mas!" and continued to chant ,"Mas," until I was doing the splits and sobbed at the strain and the realization that my pussy lips were fully open to make the tender inner lips and my clit accessible.
To my profound relief the hooded man began to pass out thong whips.
They stood on each side of me with the hooded man behind me so the audience would not have their view blocked and could count the lashes.
They took turns one would hit my right breast on top of the nipple then the other man would hit my left followed by the hooded man who brought the whip between my legs to hit my sensitive asshole and clit at the same time.
I know it is hard to believe, even I was surprised to find that in spite of the terrible pain having it happen to the parts I associated with sex on top of the old made me excited. I was in my first orgasm at nine and they continued to build. When the audience screamed "Vientiuno" and began cheering. They stopped and I wanted more!
I used the tiny amount of Spanish I knew to sob. "Mas por favor. Mas!"
The acoustics in the place must have been great because the audience heard me and began cheering only to stop to resume their counting. At triente siete my orgasms sapped all my strength and I let my head fall forward.
They stopped and untied me then hugged me and kissed me excitedly as they led me backstage to a showerhead coming out of the wall and turned cool water on my body and began washing the sweat, blood and pussy juice off me. The soap burned my welts but their gentle hands washing me felt so good I did not protest. They dried me gently with soft towels then offered my panties and bra but I shook my head knowing I did not want anything tight against my welts.
They took me back to my table raving in spanish all the way. I assumed I was being complimented so I just smiled and nodded.
As soon as I sat down gingerly on my striped butt Joe said that he was sorry they had made it so bad at first. He had tried to stop them but was held at the table. He went on to say that I should have faked passing out sooner so they would go to less severe punishment. I am sure he was right but I was not thinking under all that pain.
The owner came to our table and gave us a basket of pesos explaining that the audience had insisted on sending me gratuities. We didn't need the money but the proof of their appreciation of me made me very proud and I stood and yelled, Gracias!" to bring more cheers that seemed to make the ordeal well worth the pain I had suffered. I kissed Joe and thanked him for bringing me there.
Shortly after I sat down drinks arrived and the waiter said that several customers wanted to buy us drinks and that we could drink free until closing if we wished. Joe wanted to leave but I had enjoyed enough orgasms for one night and felt like punishing him by making him wait so I told him I needed a few drinks to help me forget the pain. Our table began to fill up with drinks and I got a little drunk. When they announced the last show I begged to stay.
They brought in two naked girls wearing helmets to protect their faces and eyes. The announcer began talking and Joe interpreted.
"He is saying that the girls are going to have a whipping duel. The last one standing will get a hundred dollars. If they don't whip each other they will be hung back to back and get eighty lashes to their tits and pussy."
They were brought to center stage and a rope was run from their ankles though a floor ring so they could not get away or get beyond the range of the whips like the one they used on my back.
At first they just circled warily but before long the hooded man became impatient and hit one of them on the butt very hard with his whip. She retaliated against the other girl with a lucky lash across both her tits.
The war was on. They did not worry about aim they just lashed out as fast as they could. It was a good thing they were wearing helmets because lashes hit their bodies from the top of their head to their feet.
They were really tough. They hit each other for at least ten minutes and blood was dripping off their tits stomach and pussy before one of them sunk to her knees in exhaustion. The winner confirmed my opinion that women were much meaner than men. Although she had won and if a man would have stopped she continued to whip the girl until she became unconscious then rolled her on her back to send the tip of the whip into her pussy until blood poured from it and the men grabbed the whip away from here.
They gave the winner a fist full of bills and she waved them triumphantly. According to Joe she yelled that she would be back next week to win more.
I was amazed she would be willing to suffer that much for only a hundred but Joe said a hundred dollars was a fortune to a mexican peasant.
My life is really full now. I am able to get enough great orgasms that I don't mind the times I am simply punished beyond endurance.
My body has some scars now but Joe said if they bothered me he would have them repaired with plastic surgery. I don't want them removed. I look at them as badges of courage and can get excited just by standing in front of a mirror tracing them while remembering the session that caused them.