The fifth girl came out with a fistful of long hat-pins which she stuck through the lips in her pussy and through her nipples till there was no room for any more. It was amazing! I knew how much it hurt when my nipples were pierced for my rings yet she did it with only a short gasp as she pushed them through her skin.
Mr. Marker really enjoyed the last act and borrowed four pins from her. He had Mindy put two of the pins through my nipples and then had me do the same to her. The hardest part was obeying his instruction to remain silent through the ordeal while pulling out the nipples so the pins could be put in them. Neither of us could suppress small moans but he let that go, pleased when we asked him to pull them out slowly.
For the rest of the night he had the girls service our every whim while we drank. They all sucked on Mr. Yamamoto's dick and anus as well as Mr. Marker, Mindy and me until we were all exhausted. Before we went to bed Mr. Yamamoto said he had a special performance for us the next day.
We slept late and then were awakened by one of the girls who gave us silk kimonos and led us down for a fabulous brunch. A few hours later when our brunch was nearly digested Mr. Yamamoto led us down into a basement much like the torture chamber we had at home.
There was a pretty but unkempt girl chained to the wall. She kept up a running tirade against her captors calling them cocksuckers and every other name she could think of. Whenever anyone came close she would spit at them. I was totally amazed she would act this way since the scars on her body testified to the fact that she had been punished severely.
Mr. Yamamoto said sadly,
"I am ashamed to admit I am not always successful in getting girls to be obedient. This girl was kidnapped from a very rich family from New York. She still believes she will be rescued and has been resistent to all our punishments and spends every moment in escape attempts. The last time she got almost two miles from us before we caught her so I have decided she is expendable. I told her if she didn't become compliant we would kill her but she just said that we would not dare to do it. Prepare her!"
Two large muscular men took her loose from the wall. She fought like a tiger but in a few minutes they had chained her wrists to rings in the floor and her ankles to an iron bar that held her legs apart at a wide angle. Then they hooked a cable to a ring at the center of the bar and pushed a button to activate a winch which pulled her up and stretched her till the motor on the winch began to slow as the strain increased.
She never stopped screaming and cursing at them even though it looked as if her joints would dislocate at any moment.
Mr Yamamoto looked angry as he said,
"This is so unnecessary. Bring in the other girls so they can see the result of disobedience." To Mr. Marker he said, "I want this to be a good object lesson to the other girls. We have given her amphetamines and hung her upside down to keep her conscious as long as possible."
Then another man came out carrying two whips that made me shudder. They were made by attaching small chain bristling with nails welded to the links to a long wood handle.
By the fourth lash Mindy and I were leaning over a waste barrel in the corner heaving up our brunch. When we got to the dry heave stage two men came over and took us back in front of the bleeding girl and held our heads facing the scene as the whips ripped pieces of skin and flesh out of her entire body from her knees to just below her neck. Blood was pouring from her when her screams turned to gurgles and she died.
To my disgust and dismay the scene excited both Mr.Marker and Yamamoto so they had Mindy and I give them blow jobs.
We went home the next day because Mr. Marker said that anything we saw after that would seem tame. He kept referring to it all the way back and said that it was the greatest spectacle he had ever seen and kept getting hard-ons for us to suck or take up our ass. His attitude scared hell out of me especially when he told us that he could kill us easily as no-one would miss us.
From that point on he changed. There was never an easy punishment we could orgasm from and he hardly ever fucked us. He was mainly interested in blow-jobs and having us push our tongues in his ass.
I must have known for some time this might happen because when I had brought him a drink while he was opening his safe I memorized the combination. Then while he was getting blow jobs or butt-fucking Mindy I searched the house and took duplicate car keys, padlock keys, and hand cuffs keys which I hid in the lip at the front of the vent over the stove.
He realized we were not happy anymore and kept us chained to the bed at night and chained in the kitchen with chains long enough to reach the bathroom when he went into town.
Finally we got our chance just before I had made up my mind to kill him if he burned me again. For my birthday he glued candles to my nipples and let them burn till they went out. My nipples were badly scarred and the pain was unreal. He had hid all the sharp knives but I knew I could kill him some way even if I would end up being hung for it.
Some disaster had befallen his business. He told us he would be gone to San Francisco for three to five days to straighten out a problem. He threw some blankets in the corner of the kitchen and handcuffed us to the long chain.
As soon as the sound of his helicopter faded I got the key and took off the handcuffs then told Mindy to pack some clothes and anything small of value we could sell easily while I opened the safe to take all the cash, bearer bonds, and jewelry from the safe which I threw into a garbage bag along with anything I found around the house made of gold or jade.
Mindy came down stairs with a couple of trash bags full of clothes, jewels, and antique statuary. I threw on a dress and we tried the car keys I had found till I found one that fit a Cadillac Deville. I drove while Mindy counted the money. We had over three hundred thousand dollars in cash and bearer bonds plus all the jewelry and salable items. One of us would sleep while the other drove day and night to Las Vegas. At Vegas we chartered a plane under false names to take us to Texas. Then chartered another plane to take us to the caribbean.
We are very happy here. Mindy has married a real estate broker who is more than satisfied just to spank her with his hands or a belt. They have a very happy marriage.
I have been happy just dating tourist men that are not here long enough to bore me. I still need pain to get fantastic orgasms. I test men by telling them it is my birthday and asking them if they would like to give me a birthday spanking. Almost all of them are glad to do it. To my amuzement they all assume I will just lay over their laps with my clothes on for a hand spanking. Their eyes get big and they get very excited when I slowly take off my clothes to tease them and then kneel in front of them to take off their belts and offer it to them to use on me. I kneel sideways to them to have my butt whipped until we are both very excited then I turn around to offer my front.The ones that really get into it will go along with whipping all of me.
I can satisfy my exhibitionism now that I have met a man that arranges stag parties.
Of course we have to avoid the fancy resorts and restaurants to avoid the possibility of running into Mr. Marker who would no doubt kidnap us. We have been happy with other things and if we get bored we feel safe travelling to Europe since Mr. Marker told us he hated Europe except for England. We are happy with France and Italy.
I have enough money to last the rest of my life and there is a man that wants to marry me that may not bore me.
I still have nightmares occasionally about Mr. Yamamoto. I wake up happy and amazed my experiences could finish with a happy ending.