But Mom said, "Wait a minute. She is a virgin. I know. I stuck my fingers in her pussy and her cherry is intact. That is worth something special. Where is the cocaine you promised me?"
"I've got the cocaine. Are you going to sell her to me now?"
"Hell yes. The object was to use her to get you excited to fuck me. Since you want to fuck her instead of me you'll just have to pay."
"I want to fuck both of you."
"That isn't good enough. If you will fuck only me it will be free."
"Ah shit! Here is your fucking coke. I planned to give it to you anyway."
I know it is weird now but at the time I was really proud that I excited him enough to pay for me when he could fuck her free.
He was really mad at her. I hoped he would not take it out on me. Mom ran over to the coffee table to scrape the white powder into lines then rolled up a dollar bill to suck the coke into her nose. I asked him if he was going to join her because she got a look of ecstasy on her face after snorting a couple of lines.
"I sell that shit, Honey. I don't use it. I know what it does to people. In a month your Mom will do anything to get more of it. If you are good I will let you get even with her for letting your neighbor hurt you so much."
He lifted my hands over my head and had me turn slowly so he could admire my body. As I turned he complimented me on my nice breasts, flat tummy, and cute round butt. I felt proud and happy that he lked me so much and I could see I excited him by the growing bulge in his leather pants.
"Your butt is really bruised. Is the strap he used the worst thing used on you?"
I thought about it and then said, "It was awful but mainly because he hit me so many times. The quirt is the worst. It seems to cut deep to hurt more."
"I am going to give you a fantastic orgasm but first I want to test your courage and obedience. Lay over the dining room table and ask me to give you six spanks on your bruised butt with the quirt. The whip that hurts the most."
"Oh that will really hurt. Why do you want to hurt me? I haven't done anything to you."
"I know. This is a test. I want you to ask me to hurt you only to show me that you are willing to obey."
I had to think about that for a moment. Pain had been forced on me before, now he was telling me to ask for it with the promise of orgasms later. I would no longer be a victim. I would be a willing participent.
I excused myself by deciding, even though he had not threatened, that if I refused he might do something worse. That relieved my conscience amd I asked him to give me the six spanks. He wasn't satisfied until I kneeled in front of him and begged, "Please give me six spanks with the quirt. Do it hard so I can prove I am willing to obey."
It was awful but I managed to take them without moving out of position and just screaming through my clenched teeth.
He lifted my tear stained face and kissed me saying, "I am proud of you baby. You are really brave. I love you."
I sobbed, "I love you too. It is alright for you to hurt me."
I must have gone a little crazy. I really meant what I said. If he had asked me to hold out my breasts or open my legs for six more to my most sensitive places I would have done it no matter how much it would have hurt.
Fortunately he must have decided I had been hurt enough because he went behind me and pulled my legs apart to force his big dick in my pussy. There was a sharp pain when he ripped open my cherry but from then on it felt wonderful and kept getting better.
He could last a long time. After fucking me from behind until I had my first orgasm he laid on the floor so I could straddle his dick and bounce on it while he pinched my nipples and squeezed my breasts until I had another. He finished with the missionary style. I used that opportunity to bounce my sore butt on the hard floor to bring on the pain to get the real orgasm. I held his sweaty body against me exhausted but elated. I thought he was just wonderful to let me have orgasms after the, what I considered, tiny punishment. I was really grateful and thought he could protect me from Mom. I asked him if he would live with us but Mom said she thought Bill was getting too attached to me and that it would be better to keep things the way they were. She told him he could come over any time he had cocaine.
Evidentally "Coke" was expensive or hard to get because his visits began coming further apart. Mom thought I was not trying hard enough to please him and began training me to beg for whipping on my most sensitive places.
The first time he loved it when I would kneel and beg him to whip my breasts but later he said it took a lot of the fun out of it since I was so willing. He was right, kind of, it hurt but he didn't hit really hard and it just seemed to help get me excited for him to fuck me.
When he didn't come back for four days Mom got desperate for her drugs. Bill didn't have a phone so she decided to see if she could find another source. To do this she needed money.
She sent me out into the backyard naked to entice our neighbor. I reminded her that the last time I did it he had just enjoyed the show without coming over but she said that this time I would get him too excited to stay home.
She gave me my boombox with a rock tape I used for aerobics and the thong whip. She told me to go out in the backyard and dance naked while hitting myself with the whip in time with the music.
That really sounded perverse. I had always had the excuse of being forced to accept the whipping even to the point of being tied. Now I was being asked to cause my own pain and thought if I did that I would be completely admitting that I was crazy.
"I don't think I can do that. I would be telling him I liked being whipped."
"Would you rather have me do it? I will use the snake whip and there is a lot of beats to your songs."
God there would be hundreds. Actually I was relieved by the threat because it excused me to do it and I was excited to see if I could get him excited enough to pay for me. Mom had called him once and told me that he had been too cheap to pay the minimum two hundred dollars she asked for.
"No. I'll do it if I have to."
"Good girl. You don't have to hit yourself hard. Just enough to make a little noise when it hits you and you only have to hit your butt and thighs."
I went out to the center of the yard and turned on the music then stood there fondling the thongs of the whip already excited until I saw his window open.
It opened just as the second song started. I began dancing while swinging the whip around to let the ends hit my butt and thighs with a small "Snap!" and sting. By the time the song was half through I was panting and covered with a sheen of sweat from the excitement. As my excitement grew I could hit harder then found if I brought the handle real close to my side the thongs could go clear around me to snap into my inner thighs, stomach and finally by the next song I was excited enough to let it hit on my boobs and even across my pussy.
That did it for him as I saw him get up and leave the window but by then I was so close I kept hitting myself until I fell to the grass twitching in orgasm.
A couple of minutes later Mom came out and led me back to the house where he was waiting for me.
I was so tired from the exertion and orgasm I was wobbling a little and he was not pleased.
"This isn't going to be any good. She is exhausted. She won't be able to appreciate the pain."
"Don't worry. She is young and tough. A shower and a little rest will make her good as new. While she is doing that we can decide what you want to do to her and what it is worth."
The shower felt wonderful. I washed off the sweat covering my body then just laid down in the tub letting the warm spray soothe me while I dozed.
A little later Mom came in and said, "What is this? I want you wide awake. You are in for a wild experience."