Then one day when his folks were gone I said I would make his lunch and went out to his rose garden and cut some roses for the table. While he was watching me arrange them I accidentally stuck a thorn in my thumb. I yelped and sucked on it.
He jumped up and said he had a great idea. He was gone for some time and when he returned he was holding three rose branches taped together at their bases to make a handle.
I looked at them fearfully as he said, "Sorry it took so long. It was hard to find three long enough and straight enough."
I said tremously, "Oh God. You wouldn't whip me with those. They will make me bleed!"
"Sure. You get off on being punctured or whipped. This will get you both and the branches are so light you won't be bruised."
Lunch was forgotten as he cleared the table while I undressed begging him not to hit too hard.
He said, "Come on! I know this will get you off. If you don't stop bitching. I'll keep hitting you after you can't cum anymore."
I sobbed sorry I had told him the pain became unbearable when I couldn't cum anymore.
At his direction I climbed up on the dining room table and spread my arms and legs so he could tie them to the table legs. At the last moment he jammed a pillow under my butt. I sobbed again knowing that tilted my pelvis to make my pussy available and that it would be included in the whipping.
He stepped back and brought the thorns down just below my belly-button. To my surprise The pain was not too bad. He inspected my tummy then said, "Great! It just leaves tiny pin- holes.You don't have to worry about scars."
I knew he had said that because I had objected to his desire to whip me with a steel cable because it would leave scars I could never explain to the girls at school or my Mom if she saw them.
He began whipping up and down my stomach gradually working towards my breasts and pussy until I was so excited I looked forward to the first lash that made my boobs tremble. I strained to look at them and saw several drops of blood but by then I was so excited the sight just made me want more.
He hit my tits several times to make sure the thorns hit my nipples and then started hitting diagonally across my pussy lips. By then I was in orgasm and when he finished with one straight down that caused the center branch to go inside my pussy and bury a thorn in my clit I had an orgasm so strong I passed out.
When I came to I was still on the table and he was wiping my body with a wet towel that was causing sharp stings and burning.
I moaned. "I am burning! Is my body ruined?"
"No. You will be fine. You are burning because I am using salt water so you won't be infected.Go look in the mirror."
I was amazed. The last time I had looked down my body had been covered in blood but now it just looked like a bad rash with hundreds of little red pimples. All the bleeding had stopped.
At school I told the girls Todd and I had made love in the woods and I must have laid on a weed I was allergic to.
They just giggled when one of the girls said, "He must have butt-fucked you. All the rash is on your front."
There was only one more session with the thorns as an exhibition at a party. He lost interest after even the guests recognized it only provided me with fantastic excitement. Their big fun came when they put styptic powder on the punctures that made me cry from the feeling of red hot nails touching me.
He still liked the idea of a combination of punctures and stripes and made a whip out of three lengths of barbed wire.
I knew that would be terrible and resisted so he waited until two of his friends were there to help him tie me to a tree.
That pain was so terrible there was no way I could get an orgasm. The heavy wire would bury itself in my skin to cause a deep pain and black bruises. Worst of all the barbs would dig into my rib bones to cause excruciating pain.
Thank God this made me bleed enough to scare him and his friends and he promised never to do it again as they put salve on me and licked my pussy to provide a reward. Even with salve some of the cuts got infected and I begged off gym class as I was ashamed of my ugly bruised and scabby body.
My only consolation was that he thought I was wonderful to submit to pain too terrible to allow me to overcome it with excitement.
Of course he delighted in demonstrating his power over me at parties and would go along with almost any form of torture his friends thought up that their girls would not do.
One night they put me in the bathtub and had me be their toilet. I had to hold my mouth open while the boys and girls peed in it. I didn't have to swallow it but it would run out of my mouth and down on my body. I smelled awful when the time was up. Even the people who normally drank booze chose to drink beer so there was a line of people waiting their turn for the whole two hours. I felt terribly humiliated but was consoled by the amazement of everyone at my willing to submit to anything to please Todd.
I began to doubt Todd's love since he was having me fuck or suck his friends but he told me that there was no reason for him to get jealous since I was doing it only because he ordered it and only if he or I were compensated.
I got really good at sucking cock, I learned to get even the biggest cocks down my throat and learned to make my tongue flutter on a girl's clit to make her scream with crashing orgasms. At least four or five times a night a girl or guy would ask Todd to have me suck them off. He never refused as long as they reciprocated by letting him give their girl a painful whipping afterward or give me a light whipping while I was fucking or sucking so I could have an orgasm. The guy's would always volunteer their girls. Todd made them earn it by whipping their nipples or clits with a hard skinny whip I had told him was very painful.
I enjoyed telling them they were wimps when they screamed and sobbed trying to break loose from the people holding them with their legs spread for the ordeal.
He made one exception in his decision not to puncture me. For one of the parties he thought it would be wild to make a shiny bathing suit for me by covering my breasts and pussy lips with thumb-tacks. He bent the points into a hook then sharpened them so they would stay in and put them in early so all the bleeding would stop before we got there. By the time we got to the party I found they did not hurt bad unless I let my legs get too close together. I was the talk of the party! Everybody wanted a close inspection and to press on the tacks. Thank God he had left the nipples bare.
Later on that night one of the guys put on a "Demonstration."