Heather

Yeah, right. All the whip marks would not have proven anything. I told him I couldn't go to the cops because I deserved what I got and besides I would be too embarrassed. He relaxed then and invited me in. Bob and Carrie were sitting at the kitchen table drinking beer.

Bob jumped up out of his chair grinning and said, Well son of a bitch! What are you doing here"

"I have been feeling guilty for a long time for sneaking out and stealing the medals you worked so hard to make." Naturally I had taken out the shitty medals as soon as I could and replaced them with gold rings but I had put them back for tonight.

Bob said, "Yeah that did piss me off. I want them back and you deserve a whipping. Where are they?"

God I felt myself getting wet just thinking about it but I didn't want them to do it.

"I am wearing them. Our preacher said stealing was not only an offense against man it is also an offense to God. I could be forgiven if I am whipped at church."

"Well we would still be whipping you. You had better take off the medals now. The preacher wouldn't like it if he thought you wanted to be whipped."

I took off my clothes and let Bob slide out the medals. He pinched my nipples and pussy lips hard enough to make me gasp and then said, "Jesus. I would like to whip her right now but it will be better if she doesn't have any marks and we will have to hurry if we are going to get there in time."

I didn't have any marks because I had not let the girls whip me for almost two weeks so I could be really desperate for a session.

They had me put back on my clothes except for the suit jacket. Bob had ne suck his dick till he came and then lick his dick, balls and ass-hole till we got to the church.

Lew ran in front of us to tell the preacher then came back to join us.

"The preacher was real glad we are here. There was only one other woman to punish and contributions are always better if there are two or more. He said you had the worst sin so you would be last."

"What will he do to me?"

"He didn't say except that we would be using the thong whip since it was your first time."

That was great! I didn't really want to get cut up. My main fantasy was to be whipped in front of a lot of people. The word must have gotten out about the Wednesday meeting. The place was packed.

As usual we had to listen to a bunch of bigoted chauvinistic bull shit but I didn't mind since I was lost in daydreams of the excitement forthcoming. Finally he finished with the bullshit.

"Our first sinner took the family food money to buy herself a fancy brassier. When she has learned her lesson she won't care about brassieres for awhile."

They brought out this bleached blonde wearing a plain house dress. She fought them till her husband slapped her face really hard a few times. Then she just hung her head and whimpered. They took off her dress. She was pretty fat with huge boobs. Some fancy bra! It was one of those heavy duty jobs from Sears and if anybody needed one it was her. When they took off her bra they dropped down half-way to her belly-button. When they took off her panties they revealed a black hairy pussy that left no doubt her hair was bleached. They hooked the log to her ankles and her wrist to the ceiling and lifted her till the log was off the floor. This made her body look better but she was still pretty fat. Then the lights went out and the spotlight went on.

Again the voice boomed, "Do not let her hide her shame."

I expected one of the men to get the clippers but they fooled me. The men on each side of her just reached down and grabbed hair and ripped it out of her crotch. She was screaming like mad by the time it was bald which must have irritated the preacher because he came out of the dark and put a gag in her mouth.

Then they went to her sides and took turns whipping the shit out of those pendulous hooters with thick cowboy belts. When they were completely covered with welts one of the men went behind her and pulled her tits up to her chin by the nipples so the other man could get to the underside till they were completely covered. Then they let her hang so I thought since it was a boob sin they were just going to whip the boobs. Actually they just let her calm down a little and then turned her around and began whipping her ass. She was so fat her ass-cheeks bounced around with every blow and the skin rippled clear up her back. When they finished welting her ass they turned her around again to face us and then they tied strings around her nipples and pulled her tits up and tied the strings around her neck pulling the nipples to their maximum.

"The booming voice said, "That is all the bra you need."

I thought this was it but then the preacher walked out of the dark with a rubber hose. He stood in front of her then began swinging the hose like a windmill burying it in her pussy with up swipes till her head fell forward in a faint and the stage lights went back on.

While they took her down and dragged her off stage Bob and Lew took hold of my arms and led me up the steps to the stage. I must have been the best looking girl they had seen for awhile because they started to whistle and applaud before I even got to center stage. I stood there with my legs shaking with excitement while the preacher told the audience I was a thief.

Then they proceeded to take off my clothes. It was much more exciting than stripping for the nude contest. No-one looked bored as they had in the strip club and they cheered even for my blouse and skirt which didn't really reveal anything. They really got carried away when my slip came off and kept it up for my bra. Lew ripped off my panties and then they grabbed my thighs and pulled my legs apart. Evidentally the preacher had looked questionably at my bald pussy because Lew said, "To save time we shaved her at home." I looked over to the preacher in time to see a look of disappointment. Evidentally this was one of his favorite parts.

They hooked on the log and pulled me up. That damn log was heavy. It really put a strain on my arms and shoulders. Then the house lights went on catching a lot of people rubbing their crotches and the preacher said, "Everybody who has had something stolen from them. Hold up your hands."

Almost everybody held up their hands and the preacher said,

"All right. Those of you have been robbed can come up here and give her five lashes."

"Shit! That would be hundreds of lashes. I consoled myself that if it got too bad I would faint."

People started coming up the steps and they gave whips to the first in line. The one on my right would hit my front and the one on the left hit my back. after about the twentieth lash the preacher noticed that people were moving from the line to my left over to the line on my right so I got a break while he told them to give me one on the front and then one on the back no matter which line they were in. At least I would get them evenly. I found out early the women were the worst. They always went for the nipples or the center of my pussy. Even if they were hitting my back the lash would come around to hit a nipple or would come up between my legs. I was cumming by about the fiftieth lash and passed out around the seventieth.

Passing out didn't end it! I woke up just as the second bucket of icy cold water splashed against my face and tits. I was so sensitive by now I passed out at about the fortieth. Again they threw buckets of water at me. My body was on fire from my calves to my shoulders front and back at thirty more I passed out again.

When I woke up again I was lying on my back on the floor. I thought it was all over till I noticed my wrists were now tied to my thighs at the crotch and then saw the logs slowly going up in the air pulling my legs up with it. They lifted me till my head was off the floor. They started in again! It was even worse now because my pussy and inner thighs was such an easy target. It seemed to go on forever and with all the blood in my head I couldn't pass out. I screamed till I was hoarse.

Suddenly it stopped. I hung there sobbing for a few minutes while the preacher babbled about something and then pulled my head forward as the log and my legs started down until I was lying on my back. They let me lie there for a few minutes until I stopped sobbing and went to shuddering breaths then Lew and Bob helped me to my feet.

They set up a reception line for Christ's sake. Men and women would pass in front of me shaking my hand or worse hugging my burning body while congratulating me on being saved or being brave. One lady caught my attention when she said, "You are a real healthy girl. Most girls would have been cut to pieces you only have a little blood on your crotch."

I looked down at my body at least as much of it that I could over my throbbing tits. She was right! I could not believe it I swore I felt blood running down my body but it must have been sweat. I was one big welt but there was only a little bit of blood on my thighs which must have come from my pussy which hurt beyond belief.

As the reception line continued I found myself thanking them for their compliments on my beauty, bravery, and salvation. When I looked back on that I realized I should have been spitting on them. They were the ones who were getting such a great kick out of whipping me and laughing when they made me scream.

The line lasted so long I was breathing normally and much of the pain had turned to heat. They washed off my blood and sweat with cold water before they began to dress me. I begged them not to put on my clothes because I did not want anything rubbing against me.

They led me out to the car and I tried to keep my skin off the seat by pressing my shoulders against the back of the seat and holding my body off with my legs. I was just too tired to hold this position and slowly sunk down. My skin was so sensitive I could feel every tear and imperfection of the upholstery. Bob was so horny he was shaking so I pretended I was asleep. He tested me by lifting my tits but I managed to hold myself just to moans and shudders as he squeezed my red, swollen boobies. He was evidentally satisfied I was out of it because he sat back on the seat and began to talk to Lew.

"That fucking preacher really got carried away. Her twat and ass-hole is a mess. He screwed up my chances to fuck her or to whip her. Her skin is so weak by now a lash with a wet noodle would bleed."

"Hey Bob. Don't worry about it. We will keep her a few days until she heals some."

"I don't think so. I think she is at the last straw. If we work her over now we may end up with cops all over our ass. She came back once. If we are easy on her she will probably come back again and we will keep her to ourselves. Why should we let the preacher get his jollies with her and get all those extra contributions because she is pretty."

"Damn! I was looking forward to whipping her tits and hanging medals all over her cunt, tits and ass. Maybe we could just keep her till we are tired of her."

"That's kidnapping you fucking idiot. On top of that her folks are rich. We would have cops, the FBI and private detectives looking for us."

"Maybe you are right. We can settle for blow-jobs and we can use Carrie to show her how we want her to act when she comes back."

Thank god Bob had convinced him. He carried me to Janie's bed and tucked me in. I went to sleep to the sound of slaps and moans from Carrie and slept soundly to late morning.

I finally had to get up to pee and they heard me get up to go to the bathroom. Bob was waiting at the door when I came out.

"The nights rest did you a lot of good. You healed up pretty good."

"Well a lot of the red is gone but I am still covered with welts and my pussy and ass-hole are really sore."

"Yeah but we put salve on them last night and checked this morning. All the little cuts have stopped bleeding and nothing looks infected. Don't worry though we won't whip you any more. Come on into the kitchen. We will have some coffee and breakfast if you want it."

I settled for coffee. It was a good thing because I would have probably thrown up food. They looked at me speculatively while I finished my coffee then Lew said,

"We were pretty nice to you. We just put you to bed and let you sleep. Don't you want to thank us?

I didn't have to be told how to thank them. I knelt if front of Lew and pulled down his shorts and sucked him till I felt his dick jump in my mouth as he came. Then I did the same with Bob. I started over to Carrie who was wearing an old robe when Lew stopped me."

You don't have to do Carrie yet. She has to earn it. We are pretty proud of Carrie. When Janie ran off we put Carrie on a diet and exercised her, she has lost thirty pounds and turned the rest of the fat to muscle. Take off your robe and show her, Carrie."

The change was fantastic! All the rolls around her stomach was gone, her ass was firm and her tits looked like they shrunk about two sizes and did not sag nearly as much. She turned in front of me proudly and positively beamed when I said she was beautiful. I could see now where Janie had inherited her beauty. with a little good make-up Carrie could have been truly lovely. Lew said, "Carrie, when Heather was here last time she ate your pussy. Wouldn't you like to return the favor?"

"Yes Sir. If you want me to Sir."

This was new too. When I was there before she had been an equal partner in whipping me and demanding to have her pussy and ass eaten. Obviously she had lost some privileges.

"I knew you would. Heather might need some working up to it. Come over and get this whip and ask Heather to give you ten lashes on each of your tits. Heather. If we don't think you hit her hard enough we will give you twenty."

I did not need this warning. I was looking forward to getting even with her for the way she worked my tits over.

She went over and picked up the thonged whip and brought it over to me. Then she put her hands behind her head, pushed out her tits, closed her eyes, and compressed her lips.

I hit her as hard as I could while tears ran from her eyes and she screamed through her nose. When I was done she began to sob and caress and comfort her beaten boobies while I said,

"Was that hard enough, Sir?"

Hey. You learn fast. From now on you will call Bob and me Sir. If you forget you will be punished. Now get up on the table. Carrie will eat you till you cum. Just to make sure she works hard we will be spanking her ass and pussy."

Carrie was really in for it. Considering how sore my pussy was and since I planned to do math problems in my head it was going to take a long time to get me off.

I thought it would hurt at first but she was really gentle and I found myself getting in to it. Bob was standing beside her ass with the black snake whip and Lew was behind her with a wide leather strap. They stood silently waiting for me to show some excitement and as soon as I did Bob started hitting her across her ass-cheeks and Lew began bringing the strap up between her legs. In a few moments I forgot all about doing math when her tongue drove into my pussy and her nose hit my clit at every lash she got. When I couldn't cum anymore they helped me up to a chair and gave me a beer to drink while I watched Carrie whimper and caress her sore spots.

Bob looked at my back and said, "You probably have some special salve at home. You probably better go home and put some on. Just jumping around on the table has got some of your welts oozing blood. When you come back we will expect you to call us Sir and to offer some ways to punish you. If we don't like your suggestion we will do one of mine."

Bob went out to the car to get my clothes and Lew followed him out.

Carrie got on her knees and literally begged,

"Please Heather! Don't ever come back. You have made my life pure hell. They never knew a woman could take so much punishment without going to a doctor before you came. Now that they saw what you took at church it will be even worse. They have changed. Now they make me come up with a new idea they can use to punish me or else they will do their favorite. I can't stand their favorite and neither will you. They take me out to the garage and squeeze my tits in the vise to hold me in position then they run a wire from the vise to the bumper of the car and hook another wire to a spark-plug and then whip me with it. They told me the wire is carrying twenty thousand volts. It hurts so terrible I have tried to tear my tits off to get away. I am running out of ideas and I am afraid they will kill me if they hook me to the vise again."

"Why don't you run away or go to the police?"

"I tried to run away. They caught me and hung me up for two days and nights whipping me with everything they could think of. They didn't let me down until my cuts got infected and I ran a fever. By the time I was well enough to go to the cops most of the marks were gone. The cops went and got them but they told the cop they had caught me giving a blow-job to a nigger dope-dealer and the cops said I had the whipping coming and let them go."

I told her I would hide some money under the bush in front of their place and for her to wait until they were going to be gone for a while fishing or hunting and use the money to catch the first bus out of town and go as far as the money could take her.

"Where will I go and what will I do? I have never had a job. I don't have any friends or relatives."

"You can always be a whore now that you look so good. You like being fucked you might as well make some money doing it. Just go to a big town. They won't find you. They never found Janie."

"You are probably right. They only looked for her in this town and about twenty miles around. They won't know I have any money."

I don't know if she did it or not. I left two hundred dollar bills under the bush. I never went back and don't intend to since it took so long for me to heal."

I knew I would have to drive to the ranch since I couldn't reach my back to put on the salve or to disinfect some cuts. I knew they would ask me what happened and did not want to admit my stupidity in going to the church so I concocted a story that I knew would excite Shirley.

I told them that I had been arrested for speeding and drinking. I had begged the cop not to arrest me because my father would take my car away and would beat me up. The cop seemed interested in the part of me being beaten and told me that there was no way I could get out of the offense then added that in the old days criminals were whipped. If I would agree to that my father would never know. I told them I signed an agreement that confessed I was guilty and agreed to be whipped. I knew the idea of such an agreement was ridiculous but I was also sure the girls would believe it. They did and clamored for details. I decided to incorporate a new torture device that Lance was supposed to make for me.

I told them they took me underground to a basement that was sound proof and then tied me to two wheels with my arms strapped outside the smaller wheel and then my legs to the outside of the bigger wheel so I could be turned around like a chicken on a barbecue spit. I told them I was stretched so tight my body just formed a small curve when they turned me facing the ceiling or the floor. The cop who had arrested me whipped me first then made me suck him off and then the other cop who had come down with him. They left me hanging there all night and I would yell every time the door open for another cop to come in who was on break or going off duty. Then I remembered the big butch dike who had taken my money for a parking ticket and added tearfully that the lady cops had whipped me too and one of the lady cops was really big and had me eat her smelly pussy. Shirley broke in at that point.

"Oh Yes! I have seen her drinking coffee and eating doughnuts at the mall. She looks awful mean!

If they had any doubt over my story that convinced them.

Janie said, "I can see how that whipping thing would work. All they had to do was turn her sideways to stick their dicks in her mouth. Did anyone hit you easy enough and long enough for you to have an orgasm?"

"No the first five hit me so hard that when I did get one that hit me easier my body was so sore it would still hurt too much."

Shirley really looked excited, "Oh that is too bad. If they hadn't hit so hard it would have been terribly exciting! How many cops hit you?"

"I don't know twenty or so I think. At the end I was so out of it some of the first ones could have come back again."

"I believe that! You look as if you were hit hundreds of times."

"Yes and the worst part was I never knew when it would be over and I never knew when the door would open up and a new person would be there to whip me again."

They mothered me for the next few days keeping salve on me and catering to my smallest whim. They were always offering to eat me or to fuck me with dildoes. I never had to move a muscle. They did all the work.

Once in awhile I would be awakened from one of my orgasm induced naps by the sound of power tools in the basement. On the third day they said they had a surprise.

They took me down to the basement to show me how they had taken the wheels off an old hay rake that had been by the barn and mounted them between the big wooden door and a supporting post between the floor and ceiling. They were really proud of their job and jerked on the sides of the wheels to show me how they had made them real strong with bolts through the wood and center of the wheel.

Janie said, "Shirley has been dying of excitement to see how you felt. I hope you aren't mad at us for taking the wheels off the rake."

I told them I was not mad at all but she still wouldn't really know since I could not bear to keep her on the device over four hours and of course Janie and I would not hit her as hard as they had me.

Shirley said, "That is alright. I don't want to be hurt as bad as you were. I just want to get an idea of what is was like. Can we do it now?"

We had her lay on a table while we tightened the ropes as tight as we could since the wheels were too far apart to tie her wrists and ankles directly to them. When we pulled the table out from under her stomach sagged down as her legs and arms stretched even more.

"Oh wow! This is wild! The joints at my shoulders and hips feel like they are being pulled apart. It hurts a little already. Do they get numb later?"

Of course I had no idea so I told her that I didn't want her to know anything that I hadn't and she would find out.

For the next four hours we took turns whipping her and having her eat us after her twenty or thirty lashes. Sometimes we would strap on the dildo and fuck her in the ass or pussy and then have her lick it off after we used it on her.

After the first couple of hours she would start whimpering and moaning "No...No" as soon as she heard the basement door open. I thought Janie would feel sorry for her but when Shirley begged her to let her down she just said, "You asked for this, bitch. I went to a lot of work to make it. Maybe you will think twice before you volunteer for anything else." Then she whipped her pussy and used our biggest dildo to shove and twist in her cunt."

When we took her down I expected her to whine about our meanness but instead she said, "Oh Heather, You are so brave and strong. I could never have taken twelve hours of that the way you did. I would have been in a coma or dead. I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime for an hour especially if you guys could wear police uniforms. The first hour I began to orgasm before you even got to me from the door."

By this time I had graduated from high school and had convinced my parents college was not necessary to continue my career in real estate. Since Lance had located some other property from his airplane that looked good we had made some easy money. We really got lucky on one place which was in the path of a freeway. Since Dad had some influence they put the exits on our property so we were able to sell the land for a mint to be used by motels, restaurants and mini-markets. Mom had flunked out of college so her only objection was that I would not be able to meet suitable boys to marry. Dad convinced her that I would meet a lot of influential people in my business, country clubs, and travel so she gave her blessing and I moved into the ranch permanently doing a complete remodel including a swimming pool. This really made the girls happy and they spent most of their spare time sunbathing and swimming nude.

Lance began to bitch about having to fly us around so I decided to get my license. There was a really good looking instructor standing by a plane being refueled so I asked about him. I was told he had all the licenses to teach me all the way from a private pilot, to instrument, and then commercial if I wanted it. I arrange to lease a Cessna 150 on a six month lease then he went out to tell the instructor but he had taken off with his student. I told his boss he could bring the Cessna out to my place on wednesday and gave him my unlisted number so he could call me and let me know when he was coming.

The next wednesday the girls were sunbathing nude while listening to rock music cranked up to the maximum while I was in the basement finishing up a new torture device.

Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring. I cussed all the way up the stairs on the assumption the girls had locked themselves up. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans to keep the sawdust off my sweaty body. When I opened the door the instructor was there enjoying the view of the girls lying facing him on deck-chairs wearing nothing but sun glasses.

I yelled to the girls that we had company and they bolted to the shower room to put on their robes.

I was mad and told him I told his boss he was to call me before he came out. He apologized.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know it was a big deal. He told me you would be here all day so when I took the plane up to make sure it was alright I decided just to come on over and practice a landing with the engine out. You have a great air strip. Why have you marked it closed with the X's on the ends."

"It is a private field. We don't want anyone uninvited to land here."

Before I could go on the girls came over wearing their robes.

Shirley said, "We are sorry we embarrassed you by sunbathing nude. You should give us a spanking."

Before I could answer Curt, the instructor said,

"Yes she should. When I caught my sister sunbathing nude I spanked her with my belt."

He was grinning but seemed serious so I said, Well we are all agreed you should be spanked and you are the ones who should be embarrassed so Curt should do it.

Curt looked at me curiously and said, "Do you mean it? I will be more than happy to do it."

I knew the girls would love it since they had not been spanked by a man for a long time so I let them answer.

"Girls, I am sure you need the spanking. If you agree lean over the porch rail."

They raced over to the rail and leaned over it and held on to the rungs. I took off his belt and then went over and flipped their robes over their heads.

"They just had their eighteenth birthday give them eighteen each."

He could hardly wait. He hit them easy at first but when they didn't protest he started hitting them harder and harder till the belt was a blur and deep red stripes appeared across their cheeks and thighs. When he quit after the thirty six lashes he was shaking with excitement watching the girls still in position wiggling their hips trying to find something to rub their pussies against.

I saw his dick tenting out his pants so I unzipped his pants and held it while I said,

"That really excites you doesn't it?"

"Oh god yes! My sister would never let me do it again."

"Would you like to whip them on their breasts and pussy?"

"Oh Jesus! Really? Oh yes!"

"Alright you can whip their fronts while I give you a blow- job. Try to hold off because when you cum you will have to stop."

I went over to the girls and took off their robes and told them to face us and hold onto the rail with their hands. Then I placed him between them and told hem to forehand Janie and back hand Shirley while I worked his dick into my throat. He really tried to hold off but when it was obvious janie and Shirley was in orgasm he almost drowned me in cum. Either he was super excited or had not been laid for quite awhile."

We went into the house and I sent Shirley to get us some beer while I took off my clothes and told him to take off his. He had a lean strong body when he sat on the couch Janie pulled on his legs to get his ass to the edge and began to lovingly lick on his dick and balls. When Shirley came back she joined her.

Curt rubbed their heads with his hands while he said,

"Oh shit. I have been doing nothing but instrument training lately. I thought I was going to be bored stiff teaching a new student. My ass-hole boss didn't even tell me how beautiful you are." He continued to stoke their heads while his dick began to grow and then went on, "Jesus. I really hit them hard but they didn't seem to care. They liked it!"

"You are a really good looking guy. Haven't you ever gone with a girl that like to be spanked?"

"Well I had a girl once that let me give her a birthday spanking with my hand. She would let me spank her if she pissed me off too. It seemed to make her excited, but I didn't try to use my belt since my sister had been so pissed off she threatened to have me arrested"

"Maybe you should have. She probably would have liked it."

"Maybe. Her father got transferred and I never saw her again. I have been looking for a girl like her since she left. How did you find these girls?"

I explained that they had unhappy lives at home and decided to stay with me. I found out that they liked to be whipped and I liked to whip them but they had been missing not having a boyfriend.

He had a lot more staying power than Lance. He was able to fuck all three of us and still sixty-nine me before we went to sleep in the eight foot by eight foot bed I had made special.

The next morning he said he would give me my first flying lesson. I think he needed the rest because I got a lesson every day from then on and now have ratings as an instrument commercial pilot.

By the second week we had worked him up to using full- fledged whips and on the third week we showed him the torture chamber. He quit his job and moved in with us after that.

My life is wonderful now. He knows exactly the amount of punishment we need to get glorious orgasms. I bought a Cherokee Lance which is like the six except it has retractable wheels and is turbo-charged so we can fly above the bad weather. He likes to enter us in nude dance contests in Canada and California. Our incentive is that the winner gets to whip the losers till they pass out. I have been able to beat Shirley a few times.

I knew he was a man I could stay with forever when Shirley got appendicitis and he was willing to help me operate on her. He said, "What the hell. If she dies we can just fly her out over the ocean and drop her out of the plane. She will never be found."

We got a general anesthetic and all the drugs and other supplies we needed from a veterinarian supply house. She made a complete recovery and thinks she owes her life to us.

We are both getting a little bored with Janie and Shirley. Curt suggested we find a girl that really hates being hurt. We have been looking for someone we can pick up without being noticed. We aren't interested in Hookers since they are already beaten down and have had all forms of sex.

We have been checking out a lot out of town high schools. Maybe we will find one in your neighborhood.