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."