I stood by their sides and began forehanding and backhanding them with the little whip. I noticed my forehand was better since it almost always created a small cut at the tip so after ten I switched side so they could appreciate the difference. After the forty lashes we were all sweating like pigs So I loosened their arms a little with the winch so they could slump while I went up for a cold beer. I held the medal up on my pussy with my thumb so I could play with my clit while I drank my beer. I was really excited by the time I had tightened them up again and started using the long whip.
God! This whip was marvelous. It would leave a wide red mark in the thicker section on one girl then when the tip came around it would bury itself in the skin of the other.
I really got pretty good with it. I could hit a nipple or bury it into a cunt slit when it came around almost every time and at the same time see the thicker part burying itself into breasts or stomachs.
When I finished that twenty I noticed that Janie was having a hard time breathing so I took out their gags and loosened the ropes to their arms. They thanked me for taking out the gags so I felt a little guilty. Since they were sweating so much I went up and got a six pack and fed them beer while I drank mine.
They moaned but seemed to be resigned to it when I tightened them up again. This time I would face them and just use the tip of the whip to whip their breasts down and sideways. They turned their heads sideways and held them back as far as they could with their eyes shut tight to avoid being hit on the face. On the last go around I went sideways at their pussies to wrench the lips out of shape. When I was done there were bloody places all over their tits, asses, and pussies. I untied them and let them down giving them another beer. They were finally able to stop sobbing long enough to drink them.
Janie asked. "Aren't you going to put in the wires?"
Shirley gave her a dirty look. She must have been hoping I had forgotten a bout it.
"In a little while. They let me rest a few minutes before they did it. We can put some salve on your welts while we rest. I had them lay on their backs while I got on my knees between them and rubbed on the salve. I could see they were beginning to forget the pain and start to get excited by my caresses so I said.
This part doesn't hurt near as much as the whip but it seems terrible because you are helping. They untied me and made me hold my tits still while they put the medals in my nipples. Then I had to spread my legs wide and pinch and pull out the lips of my slit so they could put it on. It is awful hard to be still but if I didn't they said they would tie my pussy open with fish hooks and whip the inside with a barbed wire whip. I was sure they would so I kept still and even managed not to scream. When they were done I had to thank them and suck the men's dicks and eat your Mom's pussy."
"That must have been awful for you. I have seen Mom's pussy. It is awful ugly with all that hair and the inner lips hanging out."
"Yeah and it smells bad."
"I love licking your pussy. To make it more of an ordeal you can spank my butt with the little black whip till you cum."
"Well I didn't think I would ever want sex again but the love you guys are showing me to volunteer to be hurt is making me excited."
Shirley said, "Oh good! I am so happy for you. Do me first."
She gripped one of her tits in both hands to push it out to me. I told Janie to go to the shed and bring back some pliers.
They hadn't got the wires very sharp with the rough grinding wheel so I really had to push to get it through the nipples. Shirley just whimpered and gripped her tit till it was hard. Even as slow as I pushed them through. They were both stuck evenly through her nipples when Janie came back. She seemed relieved Shirley did not seem too upset and watched me avidly while I bent the wires into a circle then used the pliers to twist the ends together.
Then I had another inspiration. I told shirley I had an idea that might take her mind off the piercing of her pussy. I had her lay on the floor and then lift up her butt so I could put the block with all the tacks glued to it under her ass. At first she was able to hold her ass off the block but when we spread her legs real wide and had her pull up the right lip to be pierced her legs began to tremor and her ass slowly came down. By the time I got to the second wire her ass had spread out on the block.
When I was done I clipped off the excess wire where they had been twisted together and slid the knots around close to the outer skin. She got up and looked in the mirror. I told her we would replace them later with real gold rings. She said, "Oh that will be nice. Say..Do you know all those tacks going into your butt makes it ache?"
"No. I have never sat on it. When Janie is done I will put my butt on it while you lick my pussy. I want to know if I can still have an orgasm while I am being hurt."
Janie was even more stoic than Shirley. She just gritted her teeth and compressed her lips when they went into her nipples. Her only comment was, "Gee. I wish I had sharpened them better."
When I did her pussy she did not even try to keep her ass off the tacks.
I felt the need for a strong drink so I sent Shirley upstairs for a bottle of whisky. She didn't think to bring glasses so we just passed the bottle around to take slugs out of it to chase with beer till I felt brave enough to put my ass over the block. I held it up for quite awhile while Janie ate my pussy and Shirley ran her tongue around and in my ass hole but finally I was beating my ass into the block while I orgasmd till I nearly made hamburger out of it.
Shirley was right. The tacks did make it ache so we massaged each others butts with salve till the ache went away and then fell into the king-size bed together to cuddle until we went to sleep.
I couldn't get over how powerful my orgasms had been when I was beating my ass against the tacks and when I actually became afraid Lew and Bob were going to kill me. I wanted to get that feeling again.
Shirley and Janie's vaginas became infected from the cuts I had inflicted on them with the whip and the rusty wire. It was not a big deal. With my knowledge of medicine and antibiotics from the veterinarian supply I had them completely cured in a few days. I used this to convince them I should be punished since my cunt had not been cut by Lew or Bob.
We had never used the tack table because I had insisted we use carpet tack which were longer and thicker than thumb-tacks. Lance accidentally fell against and pushed his hand into it which had caused a lot of blood. He bought some sponge rubber thick enough to put on top of the tacks which barely let the points come through to stick me when I sat on it.
As far as I was concerned that made it useless and I was pissed since my arrangement to lower someone onto the table to be stuck just above the knees to just below the neck was ingenious.
We found drive chain and gear pulleys to match at a farm store and then two geared down variable speed motors to turn the gears so we could slowly raise or lower someone who was tied to the bars at each end. Even with the sponge rubber on top he was able to pull my arms and legs down to the floor hard enough to leave tiny punctures on my whole front while he hit my back, butt, and upper legs with a paddle. I remembered straining to pull my body down deeper into the tacks. He would never do it again since there was some blood and he was afraid I would get infected.
I decided to eliminate that possibility. I ripped off the sponge rubber and poured bleach over the whole table to disinfect the tacks. Then I laid on my stomach on the floor while they stretched me out as tight as they could by pulling the chains attached to my wrist and ankle cuffs as hard as they could and then hooking the links of the chain to the bar.