He had his girl kneel then tied her wrists and elbows behind her back so her tits were pushed out. I knew just what she was feeling as he put eight big fish-hooks in each breast. I winced as every one dug in. I watched in disbelief as he picked up the heavy nylon line tied to the hooks and lifted her off the ground with her tits. All she could do was scream through her nose as he had put a ball-gag in her mouth as soon as she knelt down. I knew she would end up with stretch marks on her tits like mine. I prayed that Todd would not want to do that with me. When I asked him I was relieved to hear him say,
"Hell no. I don't need to copy somebody else's Idea."
He didn't want to be one-upped though so he announced he had a contest. They were to guess how many thumb-tacks I had in me and the best guess would be able to give me that many lashes followed by one of my famous blowjobs.
When he had gathered the slips of paper with their name and guess on them he arranged them by number. I noticed that some people had guessed the same number. I hoped I wouldn't have to take a double or triple dose if one of those numbers were right. I was relieved to hear the rules.
"I will take out the tacks one at a time so you know the count is right. If there is more than one winner and the lashes don't come out equally when divided we will add enough so each winner will get the same count."
He had me stand untied in front of them with my legs spread as far as they would go then started removing the tacks. With the little hooks they hurt more coming out than they had going in. When he had it out he would hold it up in the air till the audience yelled the number then drop it in a bowl.
I would have guessed a hundred or more. The count took forever and the pain seemed to increase with each one. The nearly constant pain got to me. By the last tack I was panting and juice was beginning to drool from my cunt.
The count was 87 and since there were two winners Todd raised the count to 88 so they would each have 44. A girl and a guy had the winning numbers. I was not happy about the girl as she would know the most sensitive places to hit me and they always hit harder than the boys trying to get me to scream and beg for mercy like they did when it was their turn to be lashed. No matter how bad it was I tried to keep my reactions to whimpers and moans because I knew it made Todd proud for me to be brave.
They decided that they would make it a team effort with both of them hitting me at once. They also decided not to tie me so I could get into different positions for them. This was bad. They would hit me five or six times each then stop to decide on another position while people in the audience yelled out suggestions. With the concentration and will-power it took to hold position and delays between lashes to decide on and assume the positions I was afraid I was just going to end up with a body on fire without the compensation of orgasm. Some of the positions took a lot of willpower. Especially squeezing my tits out and up with my hands while arching back so they could lash the nipples. Your natural inclination when your nipples are hit is to hunch over and put your hands over them. In the effort to keep from doing that I found I was squeezing them more with each lash making them harder and more sensitive. The same with lying on your back and holding your legs up and out so they can lash your pussy. You just have to bring your legs together on some of the harder ones. I would much rather have them tied apart.
Thankfully they hit on a position they both loved. They put me on one of the tables, put my ass up on a concrete block to make my snatch and anus accessible. My head and shoulders went off the end of the table to arch my back and stick out my tits then they tied my wrists and ankles together. They used their last thirty some lashes in that position and I was able to go into mind boggling orgasms as they whipped every accessible inch of my torso.
I was so weak from the pain and exhaustion from my orgasms I had to rest about a half hour before I was ready to give the blowjobs with everyone gathered around to cheer when the girl screamed and laugh at the boy's grotesque face as he became close.
Todd made it up to me later when he put on my salve, went down on me and kissed and hugged me till we went to sleep.
I had never used birth control since I was not old enough to go on the pill without approval of my parents. God knows Todd and the other guys were not going to take time to put on rubbers. Since I was being fucked two or three times a day I naturally got pregnant.
I was so dumb I was happy about it. I was sure Todd would marry me eventually and this would just hurry him along. I hurried over after leaving the doctors office to tell Todd.
"Todd! I'm pregnant. Isn't it wonderful! I hope it looks just like you." His reaction devastated me.
"Are you out of your fucking mind! Get an abortion. I am not about to drag some dumb bitch and a squalling rug-rat through college."
"Todd! I can't kill our baby!"
"Then get lost bitch. Don't try to call me.
I was crying so hard it was hard to keep the car on the road as I went home to tell my parents. When I told my story my dad got enraged and stormed out of the house. I found out later he went to Todd's parents and told them that if he did not marry me he would have him put in jail for statutory rape since I was so young.
Todd's lawyer insisted on a blood test. ninety-five per cent of the times I got fucked it was with Todd yet it turned out someone else was the father. Even worse someone at the parties were taking poloroid pictures that showed me fucking and sucking several different boys and even eating girl's pussies. From that time on my life was pure hell. My father would have nothing to do with me saying he did not blame Todd for not wanting to marry such a slut. When he had to talk to me he called me a tramp or whore. None of the preppie kids would recognize I was alive and my old school friends were mad because I had ignored them while I was going with Todd.
If that wasn't enough I miscarried in my fourth month. The doctor in the emergency room told me that if my doctor had made a more thorough examination he would have known it was impossible for me to carry a baby to term as there was something I did not understand wrong with me. He suggested I have my tubes tied or else have one miscarriage after another which could be dangerous. I followed his advice later on.
I just couldn't stand it around home any longer so I sold the rings Todd had given me and ran away.
I guess it has worked out alright. I ended up making a porn movie in California to keep from starving. Now I am an S&M queen. I have even been in some "R" rated movies when they wanted authenticity in their torture scenes. Audiences assume my whipping and tortures are faked but they aren't because I need the thrill of orgasms that I can't get in any other way.
Directors and producers love me because they don't have to go to the expense of special effects. I even get speaking parts in order to develop my character so the audience can feel sorry for me when I am tortured. They can't tell the difference between hitting the limit of pain and crashing orgasms.
I have tons of money from doing the things that thrill me the most. I am getting quite a few scars on my body especially from being burned by cigarettes or candles but if they get too bad I can afford plastic surgery.
Look for me in the movies. I am the one with the star brand on my left breast. It looks like a tattoo but it isn't. It was made by rubbing red pigment into the raw flesh left by a red-hot branding iron. It caused the most exquisite pain of my career.