He then turned to the other men and said, "We must be doing something wrong. She is getting off on this. Let's try something else."

I knew then that this would truly be "Hell Night." I thought that agfter the initial whipping I would just be asked to do humiliating things like blowing them or kissing their asses and could decide when I would rather be whipped. These guys just wanted me in pain with no chance to releive the pain with sex.

At least I was able to get a break while they untied me and decided on a new activity I took this opportunity to see what was happening to the other girls. Except for different positions they were mostly being spanked or whipped as I had. The exception was the girl that had drawn two men. They had tied her hanging with her head down and legs widely spread while one man stood in front to hit her crotch with a wide western belt to make the arrow shaped tip to hit her anus while a man behind her hit her crotch with the tip hitting her clit. It was obvious that they had been hitting that area all through my ordeal because her crotch was maroon colored while there was not a single mark anywhere else on her body. It was also obvious she had gotten off on it somewhere along the line because her pussy hairs were soaked with her juice but evidentally she had long past that point because she was moaning "No... and Please" piteously and "Stop. Please stop. I'll do anything for you." At least they gave her the choice of giving them blow jobs to give her a break.

My guys weren't going to even allow me a choice.

They decided to stretch me on the rack until I was sure my hip joints were dislocated and my tendons burned from the stretch.

They really hurt me bad! They used their torture instruments only on my most sensitive parts, my breasts and pussy. I was able to take the whip but the paddle was terrible crushing my breasts and when the cane was directed to the center of my slit to hit my clitoris I screamed and begged Kay to stop them.

She tried but I was afraid they had lost control when the men argued that they had paid for the privelege of making me suffer and intended to get their money's worth. Thankfully the other girls told them I had earned the money and for them to stop and only punish if I refused them anything.Or else they would never be invited back.

They stopped but only grudgingly and then just had me do just sex acts that provided me no pleasure like sucking their dicks and balls and french kissing their ass holes. They further humiliated me by calling me a slut and whore who would do anything to avoid a little pain. It made me cry but even the humiliation of kneeling while they pissed on me was better than being hurt any more.

Then they solved their problem. The professor with the bamboo cane said, "Since you have no pride to allow us to punish you. We will let you punish yourself." He took two antique hat pins out of his pocket and told me to push them through my nipples. It sounded terrible but I did try it. Ipulled out a nipple and tried to push it through but it hurt so much on my sensitve nipple I just couldn't. They used my refusal to alow one of them to hold my arms behind ny back by my elbows to push out my tits while I was hit on the nipples with the cane over and over while I cried and screamed.

I found I had taken the punishment for nothing. When he finally stopped he just held out the pins again and said, "Will you do it now?"

I realized I would be punished until I did it and fortunately my nipples had been numbed by the terrible caning so I was able to do it.

He took some string out of his pocket to tie on my nipples under the pins and idly pulled on it to make my tits bob while saying, "Ask me nicely to suck my dick until I cum while Bob spanks your ass."

I knew the alternative could be even worse so I agreed.

It seemed to take forever because he jerked on the string while my ass and pussy was hit to cause so much pain I couldn't concentrate on giving him a good job. When he finally came I fell to the floor sobbing piteously.

Kay said, "That is enough. She has more than earned your money." I was carried upstairs and comforted but it was several days before I could walk comfortably.

At least that made our money so after a quick stop to our parents for Christmas eve and day we got on the planes to meet in Rio De Janeiro.

It was fabulous. The house was beautiful and secluded so we could tan and swim nude in the pool. With that and the nude beaches we all got great all over tans.

There was also a lot of night life with great shows and dancing. None of us had any trouble finding men to teach us latin dancing including the Lambada and to provide all the sex we wanted.

There were also gobs of stores to shop in for clothes and jewelry. I spent all my money in the first two days of shopping.

Linda noticed a lot of the women at the nude beach had little tattoos on their butts, breasts or just above their pussies and decided she wanted a little rose on her butt and wanted me to go with her to be tattooed. I told her I had no money to get one but I would go with her.

She called a cab and told him to take us to a tattoo parlor. He took us to a really sleazy section of town that had several tattoo places. We looked at the displays in the windows until she found just the rose she wanted and went in.

The man spoke english and agreed that the rose Linda wanted was very popular and asked where she wanted it.

She poked at a place on her right butt-cheek and he led us to a corner with a cot and curtains to provide privacy.

He told her to bare the spot for the tattoo and to lie face down on the cot. That is when I found that she was at least as big an exhibitionist as I was.

We were wearing thong panties and all she would have had to do was pull up the hem of her mini-dress but she made a big production of teasing him by slowly reaching under her dress to slide off her panties then reached behind her to unzip the dress then pull it slowly down off her shoulders to bare herself inches at a time.

He obviously enjoyed the show but must have seen a lot of naked women because when she was naked he had her lie down and began preparing his equipment as if this was nothing unusual.

He started the tattoo which took a lot longer than I had guessed. It didn't seem to hurt her. In fact lying there naked with the needles and his hands working on her butt began to excite her. I saw her slide her hand under her tummy to play with her pussy and she gave a little sigh of relief just before he said he was done.

She got up and went to a mirror then said, "It is beautiful! Dee. Why don't you get one?"

I reminded her I was broke then realized she was still excited when she she turned to the man and said, "Maybe we could earn one for you. Is there anything we could do for you to trade for another tattoo?"

I told them I didn't think I wanted a tattoo since I would have it all my life and that my parents would have a fit if they saw it.

He said, "You might be interested in something not so permanent. Let me show you."

He went to his desk and returned with a photo album. He riffled through hundreds of photos of his tattoos then stopped toward the end to show me a picture of a woman with gold rings peircing her nipples.

I cringed remembering the pain when the hat pins went in and shook my head.

He said, "The holes close back up when you are not wearing them so no- one would wever know."

I just nodded so he kept turning pages to show other photos with rings through belly-buttons, nipples and cunt-lips when I saw something really strange. I grabbed his hand so he would not turn the page.

A woman was holding her pussy-lips apart to show what looked like a large gold safety pin holding a gold ball with little bolts sticking out of it resting on her clit.