When they had me hanging from the bars while they moved the table back under me my back was bowed with my stomach at the bottom of the curve so when they lowered me inch by inch I felt the tacks entering the skin on my stomach first then my breasts and then my mons pubis. Finally my thighs were pulled tight to the table and my arms were pulled down till my breasts flattened against the table. I was in orgasm before they even started paddling me but they kept getting stronger and stronger until I fainted.
When I came to the girls were crying while slathering salve on the front of my body. I could feel their fingers touch every one of the hundreds of punctures. I flinched when Shirley touched my clitoris which evidentally had also been stuck.
Janie cried, "Oooh Heather. We are so sorry. You never screamed so we did not know how bad you were being hurt till Shirley noticed some blood dripping from the table."
"Don't feel bad Janie. I told you guys to do it. I just didn't know it would be that bad either. Didn't I scream? I swear I thought I was."
"No. You just moaned and squirmed. Oh Heather, You are so brave! I know I deserve it but please don't do that to me."
"I won't as long as you are good. Now just leave me alone. I am very tired and need some sleep."
They ran upstairs. I really was tired but I managed to get off one more time by pinching my punctured clit and nipples before I went to sleep."
The girls must have been checking on me because when I opened my eyes Shirley was standing by the bed holding a tray with a glass of whiskey and a bottle of beer. I took a shot of the whisky and drank the beer thirstily. Shirley moved to the foot of the bed to stand next to Janie and I noticed through my bleary eyes that they were wearing panties and bras. "Why are you wearing clothes?"
"We made them for you by threading cockleburs together with string. I know it is nothing next to the tacks but there is pain all the time and more when we move. See?"
They moved up to the side of the bed so I could have a closer look and slowly made a full turn. they hade made four inch circles for their nipples and a V for their crotches. Both were held tightly against them by strings going around their backs and up the cracks of their butts. I had Shirley lean over the bed while I pulled out the top of her burr g-string. The skin below it was very red with tiny scratches.
Janie said, "You could spank us with the strap while we are wearing them if you like."
I was too tired to want to do that at that time. So I told them that it was enough just to wear them for me. I had Shirley make us some BLT sandwiches while Janie got on her hands and knees above me so she could tongue my pussy while I pulled and loosened the strings to her G-string.
After eating I had another inspiration. I had remembered seeing some gilt paint. I used it to spray their bras and g- strings.
"That is great! You look like go-go dancers. Dance for me."
Evidentally Shirley had been working with Janie. They were both really good. It was a kick to watch them work up to an orgasm while they danced with the burrs digging into them. They ended up with Shirley on her back and Janie on top grinding their breasts and crotches into each other.
After that I let them take off the outfits and just wait on me and lick on my ass and pussy for the rest of the night.
The next day Lance flew in so I had them dance for them then he gave them a wimpy spanking for being "naughty" then butt fucked both of them. He asked me to walk out to his car with him.
"Heather I am bored with these bimboes. They are just too easy. It isn't even fun to whip them since they like it. Why don't we just drop them off in Seattle or Portland and look for somebody new."
"Are you crazy! They have no idea how to make it in the streets. They would probably starve or get picked up and tell the cops their sad story about how we abandoned them."
"Well they are all yours, Heather. I found a bashful virgin I was able to fuck and get to parade around naked. That is more fun to me because it is more of a challenge."
"Yeah, well you aren't likely to find virgins over fifteen. If they get pissed off. You may be looking at statutory rape charges."
"No chance. These girls would not admit to being fucked if they had to talk with their mouth full of dick! I am careful to convince them they are better off without me."
I had Lance fly us to Portland to do some shopping and to get a decent dinner. He said that since the girls danced so well we should enter them in an amateur nude dancing contest. They won first and second place easily. They came back to our table flushed and happy and were even more proud when the manager of the dive came over and offered them a job saying they could make three hundred dollars a night easy from table dancing tips.
Lance was obviously disappointed when they turned him down.
"Are you guys crazy? You could make big money while you got to show off your bodies. You know you liked dancing naked in front of all these guys."
Janie answered, "Yes it was exciting this first time but it would get boring after awhile."
Shirley joined in, "Yeah Lance. Look at the professional dancers. They are bored stiff."
You couldn't argue the point. Most of them went through the motions expressionless as if they were sleepwalking.
When we got back I walked Lance to his car.
"Well Heather, you can forget about locking up the place. It looks like you have slaves till they drop dead from old age. I won't be up unless I can't get laid by an innocent one for a week."
It was his own fault. He had no imagination and didn't really want to hurt them. Since he just wanted a fuck and suck he was better off with his virgins. I had ideas to hurt and humiliate them for years.
I had to admit I also became bored at times. Once on a trip to Seattle I entered a nude dancing contest. It was a little exciting but since it was against the law for anyone to touch me I was just in the nude the same as I was every day. I didn't even bother to dance in the last round. I thought it could have been very exciting if someone had been fucking me in front of the audience or even better whipping me.
I couldn't get the girls to really hurt me. They either did not want to hurt me or else the fact that I would want to do everything to them that they did to me held them back.
I kept dwelling on the church. It seemed to hold the answer. I would be naked and whipped in front of a lot of people. I held back for a long time since what I had seen and felt was pretty scary. The more I thought about it the more I rationalized. I decided that they hadn't put on any permanent scars and that I had experienced some monster orgasms.
I didn't want to look too rich so I went to Sears and bought some plain jane bra and panties, a slip, an opaque blouse, and a suit. I wanted gobs of clothes for them to take off of me.
I went to their house the next wednesday. I almost changed my mind when I parked in front but then thought that they could never hurt me too badly because if it got too bad I would faint.
Lew looked really surprised when he answered my knock.
"Well I'll be damned! Bob said you would be back but I didn't believe him. I thought if you came back you would have a cop with you." He stopped for a moment then went on. "It wouldn't have done you any good to go to the cops you know. It would just have been your word against ours. Three to one."
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"