"Oh no." I whimpered. "I couldn't tell them even if they killed me. If they find you they said they would whip you till you died."
Shirley made me a strong drink and I sipped it and pretended to calm down. If anybody ever deserved an Oscar it was me. They helped me into the bed and began to put salve on me which took off the clots and removed some of the scabs. That felt really good but when Shirley started to lick my pussy I had another inspiration I screamed, "No don't touch my pussy! I never want to have sex again. They raped me over and over and when they couldn't get hard ons any more they jammed other things in my pussy! That isn't all! They were drinking beer and when they had to piss one of them would force my mouth open and they would piss in it. They kept whipping me while I threw up."
This last part was pure luck.
Janie said, "Oh no. Bob did that to me once. I had to throw up too. These medals were meant for me. I should have to wear them." She reached out to take one off but I screamed, "No! don't touch them I will have to heal before I can take them out."
They kept getting me drinks but I didn't want to get drunk because I might get out of character. After the third drink I acted more calmly and said, At least the church and they won't be able to use those whips on anyone again. When I got the knots loose and sneaked out I stole them. They are in the car. I hope the preacher is real mad at them for borrowing them and then losing them."
Shirley ran out to the car and brought them in.
"Oh yeah! I recognize them. Poor Mom. They will blame it on her and she will get an awful whipping Wednesday. The whip I saw had a steel tip."
I was ready for that. "Yes, I heard them say that they wished they had borrowed the steel tipped one instead of this one. If they had I would probably be dead."
They said I should rest and since the drinks were strong I decided it would be a good idea since I could be "recovered completely" after a nap.
I must have slept a couple of hours and then went out to the kitchen to get a beer since my mouth was dry from the nearly straight vodka Shirley had given me. I looked around for the girls and finally saw them coming toward the house from the workshop in the barn.
When they walked in the door they saw me sipping beer at the table and Janie said, "Oh good. You are up. Do you feel any better? Your welts look better thanks to that wonderful salve."
"Yes I feel a lot better thank you for taking care of me."
Janie kissed me and then sat down while Shirley brought us three more beers."
"Heather. Shirley and I just feel awful about what happened to you. It is all our fault. If you had not rescued us you would never have had to be tortured by those men. We want you to do to us what they did to you. We realize you aren't as strong as the men so we won't be hurt as much but maybe if you rest once in awhile you can make it almost as bad. We know you get excited when you whip us. Maybe you might want sex again. I couldn't live with the guilt if you never wanted anything as wonderful as sex anymore."
This was exactly the reaction I was hoping for but I was sure they would expect me to protest a little.
"I love you for offering but you didn't torture me."
"Oh yes we did! We might have well done it ourselves because it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't helped us. We want you to imagine that is Dad, and Bob and Mom you are whipping. We will wear gags so you won't feel sorry for us if we scream. I won't feel better until I have more marks on my body than you and Shirley feels the same way. Don't you Shirley?"
"Oh yes I feel doubly guilty. You took a real chance rescuing me and then when I told you about Janie you rescued her too. You took a big chance rescuing us. Our folks could say you kidnapped us and nobody would believe the truth since we are kids and they are adults. To prove that we mean it we made these for you to put in our nipples and cunnies. We couldn't find any big safety pins. We thought you could put these in and bend them around to pinch the nipples like the pins are doing yours."
She dropped twelve four inch pieces of baling wire which they had sharpened on one end with the grinder in the shop.
"Why so many. I only have three of them."
"Since you can't whip as hard we thought we should have twice as many."
"Well I would feel better if I was not the only one with things stuck through my nipples and pussy."
"I am sure you would! Please do It we will feel so much better. Oh I hope this is alright. Janie and I can't decide who should be first. Would it be alright if you tied us up back to back and then put one wire in me then one in Janie and when that is done you can whip us one at a time the same way. We think if you do us one at a time with all the lashes you will get too tired to really hurt the second person."
"That will mean you would get them all on your front"
"Yes. We are both more sensitive there. We want to be hurt as much as you were. Please do it."
"Well alright. But unless I can imagine you are Bob and Lew I won't be able to hit hard."
"Janie has an idea on that. She said that she hated the people at church who were cheering when someone was being whipped. Try to imagine we cheered while Bob and Lew hit you. If that doesn't make you mad, you should know that if either of us had been with you when you were being tortured we don't think we would have been brave enough to say, 'Don't whip Heather. Whip us instead."
"Do you mean that after all I have done for you. You would not have volunteered to replace me? That makes me very disappointed in you! I will do it! Even though it won't be near as hard. It really hurts a lot to put the needles through the nipples. I will just put one in each nipple and four in the lips of your pussy. That doesn't hurt nearly as much."
For all I knew that might be true. I had been so bombarded with sensations I had hardly noticed it when Bob put the medal in my pussy. The real reason I wanted to do it that way was because I had visions of leading them around by the rings and maybe putting weights on them.
They were overjoyed I would let them pay for their sins. They kissed me and thanked me profusely and then ran to the center of the room and stood under the ropes hanging from the ceiling with their butts pressed against each other and their legs spread.
"Will this be alright, Heather? It should be okay as long as you hit as hard as you can."
"Well...Okay. I won't hit you endlessly like they did me. I will only give you sixty." It suddenly dawns on me that my arm would be tired as hell before I got to one hundred and twenty so I added. "I'll just give you twenty at a time and let you rest in between."
Janie said, "Oh heather that isn't fair for you. We really appreciate you and we will make it up to you somehow. I hope it will make you feel like sex again. If it does you can hit us more."
Shirley looked a little frightened."Heather could you please start with the little black whip so we can kind of get used to it? They used it on you didn't they?"
This was no concession. I planned to do that anyway. I said, "Yes that will be alright although they just used the long one. I know I would have liked it a lot better if they had started out with it."
I tied them with their backs together and spread out. I cut sashcord to lock them together at the waists, knees, and biceps. I was really sorry I didn't have yarn for their breasts and a log for their ankles but I wanted to do this while my marks were fresh. I knew most of them would be gone by the next day. I decided to use the dick gag on Janie so she could get used to a prick in her throat. The ball gag was used on Shirley since she could swallow a softball bat by then.