When I woke up Sam said, "Do you think you can take one more torture? If you do we will just fuck you and eat you until you are completely satisfied."
It seemed totally perverse to agree to even more pain and I said, "No. I don't think I can stand anymore."
"Okay. Get up and put on this spare dress. You may be ready for more next weekend."
The idea of no orgasms for an entire week was devastating. I knew Sam would avoid fucking me to make sure I was incredibly horny for the next session. I decided to bargain.
"No wait. I may do it but just one session of good orgasms is not enough. I'll do it if you will promise that at least one of you will fuck and suck me every day through next week."
Bill and Jim were quick to agree but Sam said, "I don't know. That may keep you satisfied and you won't agree to more pain. When you are horny you will agree to anything."
It was if he read my mind. That was exactly what I was hoping for. Nearly constant satisfaction might relieve my need for pain.
I tried to convince him by saying, "No. You know I may become bored with staight sex and want the pain again."
As Bill and Jim told him that was possible and urged him to agree I suddenly realized that what I said could be true.
Sam relented saying, "Okay. This last bit may cure you of wanting more pain anyway. Get her ready for the rack of pain."
I had seen the rack in my studies and the idea of being stretched and probably whipped just added to my excitement.
They led me over to two homemade winches made by putting handles into logs with ropes on the ends and had me lie on my stomach while padded cuffs were put on my wrists and ankles.They tightened the ropes until I was stretched enough to make my back bow but still left my tummy and nipples touching the floor with my arms and legs pulled open. I swung myself sideways to feel my nipples drag in the dirt.
Sam said, "See if you can lift your body off the floor."
By straining hard I was able to lift myself a couple of inches but it took so much effort I could only hold it a few seconds.
Sam said,"Perfect. Put a rope around her stomach to the ceiling to hold her up."
When he had moved the camera to face another tarp he pulled off I suddenly realized why Sam had volunteered to prune the roses. He revealed a two feet by three feet sheet of plywood with boards around the sides to hold a bed of rose branches. I had pricked my fingers while picking roses and realized my whole torso would soon be lying on them.
I whimpered, "No. Please no. That will hurt awfully."
Sam said, "Are you ready to confess?"
I stayed in character convincing my self confession would bring about my being burned at the stake and again said I was innocent.
They grabbed the bed and dragged it under my body.
Sam said, "You can hold yourself off them if they hurt too much."
Bill slowly lowered the rope around my stomach until thorns dug into my nipples and I stayed off them by straining to lift myself as he untied the rope. It took too much effort. I could only hold myself up for seconds before my muscles cramped and I let myself down only to strain up again as thorns dug into my skin and nipples.
They watched fascinated as I strained to lift myself only to sink again until I was too tired to lift again and simply laid on the thorns trying to remain perfectly still to avoid new punctures.
They soon became bored with me just lying there and Bill stepped on my butt to push my pussy into the torns and cause my nipples to drag across them. I screamed as hundreds more thorns dug in with one right on my clitoris.
Sam said excitedly, "That's the look of agony I wanted. Go to the winches."
I used the last of my strength to lift up my nipples and pussy hoping the tightening of my body would lift me completely off them.
To my horror rather than tightening the ropes they loosened them and my body settled into the thorns with no possibility of lifting myself. I struggled at first then realized the movemnt was just making it worse and remained still as they moved my arms to stretch out at my sides and retie them. Then they pulled my legs out to the sides and retied them allowing my pussy lips to open to let in even more thorns. They let me lie there with hundreds of thorns digging in to me I cried at first but then the thorns at my breasts and pussy began to excite me and I began rolling from side to side to let them move.
Sam exclaimed, "Shit! She is getting in to this. I want the look of agony back. Bill, you are the heaviest. Fuck her ass."
Bill picked up a clippers and trimmed the branches behind my crotch to avoid being stuck then laid on me to drive his dick into my ass. He began undulating his body to move his weight from my back to butt as he drove in his dick to cause even more thorns to bury themselves into me. Sam said,"Great. The look of agony is back."
It wasn't really agony. I was working myself into fantastic orgasms as I squirmed to move the thorns buried in me by his weight. I reached the ultimate orgasm and passed out shortly after Steve replaced Bill.
I woke suddenly when a bucket of icy water was thrown on me. Now that the orgasms were over I was simply in great pain and began sobbing.
Sam said, "Perhaps she isn't a heretic. Maybe she is just a common slut out at night for sex. Would you like to suck and fuck us slut?"
That would get me off the thorns. I cried, "Yes! Please fuck me."
They lifted me off the thorns making me realize I had been lying there untied. They stripped and Steve and Bill stood at my back and front. Steve directed his dick in my asshole. Bill drove into my pussy then Sam stood on a chair to pull my head around to jam his dick in my mouth.
It felt so wonderful to receive nothing but pleasure that after they came I thanked them then went to my knees to lick their juices and mine off their dicks.
In return they washed the blood off the front of my body. I think we were all amazed that the only marks of my ordeal were tiny punctures that had already healed to form pin-point scabs. We were all relieved because when thy had lifted me off the thorns my whole torso was covered in blood.
Sam had me put on another dark dress then had me face the bench he sat behind with the camera behind him to say, "You have convinced me of your innocence. You are herewith absolved of guilt and are released. He got up and turned off the camera and we all realized the film was over.
Steve and Bill were disappointed and so was I. Steve said, "Is that it! Jesus this has been great. There must be more things we can do to her."
Sam said, "No. to follow the storyline each torture would have to be worse than the last and there is nothing more we can do that would not leave lasting scars."
I argued, "Actually whipping with the willow whip hurt more than the thorns. You could whip me some more."
"No we have done that and the agonized look on your face while you were being fucked on the thorns was perfect and your total submission at the end would convince anyone that if you were guilty you would confess.
Bill said, "I have an idea. We could start over with another girl. Lisa, do you know any other girls like you?"
"No I don't think so. Oh wait. I don't know any girls but I know a woman who can get off on greater pain than me. It is my gym teacher."
Steve said, "Hey I know her. She is pretty and has a great bod but everybody thinks she is a lesbian."
Bill said, "It would be great to force a lesbian to fuck and suck men. How do you know she gets off on pain?"
I told them all about the tape I had seen. Steve thought that was great. "If you can get a copy of that tape we could use it to blackmail her into doing a movie."
I said I would try but I didn't have much hope since I couldn't get a copy of my own tape.
Sam said sternly "I want a copy of her tape. Even you have not been willing to be punished that bad untied. Even if I can't get her as a subject I can still dub her into my next tape."