The client who had wanted me unmarked had just given me a hand - spanking and a short fuck that didn't give me an orgasm so I was anxious for this group session and arrived early.

In a little while three other girls showed up and we got in to the mini-bus for the trip. The principal said that thanks to our good work we were going to be in a major production. It was a movie called "The Penitants," and was about a religeous cult who believed that people could be saved from hell by accepting punishment on earth. He said the punishments would be no worse than we had already experienced and that we would be paid $2000.00. The money did not mean much to me since it just went into a savings account I couldn't touch until I graduated and moved away from home but it sounded exciting.

Gloria became worried saying, "My father rents porno tapes. If he sees me in a porno film he will kill me."

The principal said, "There is no chance of that. This film will never be in a rental place. Sadism is against the law in this state. It will be only sold to people of discerning taste."

Gloria and I were relieved even though my folks would never look at porno I couldn't be sure their friends and relatives would feel that way.

We went way up in the mountains then through a locked gate to go about a mile to a huge log house.

We were shown to our rooms and told to put on the clothes on the bed. I was puzzled. There was a black dress that buttoned to the neck and reached to my ankles black stockings with elastic tops that reached nearly to my crotch and black cotton slip, panties, and bra. It seemed strange to wear so many clothes for a porno movie but when I had them on it reminded me of the outfits Amish women wear which fit with the religeous scenario.

We were taken downstairs to a bar room where I met my "Parents." I recognized the man from a porno tape one of the boys rented on one of our nights off. I was offered a drink and accepted the suggestion of a Harvey Wallbanger. It tasted good and I felt really grown up drinking it with my "Parents." My "Father" was real good looking and I remembered he had a huge dick. I hoped the movie included incest so he would fuck me.

The director came in and said that we had no lines in this segment and our role would just to be shy and submissive. The man playing the cult leader would give a sermon then our fathers would offer his wife and daughter for salvation. They had stock footage of audiences which would be spliced in for the scenes since they couldn't afford to hire that many extras. We would be brought up on the stage and stripped then a loincloth would be put on and we would be given thong whips.

In the next segment we would be marched up a path while we whipped ourselves and chanted "Forgive me,save me, or whatever. We should try to hit hard enough to get our backs red. Whoever was hitting hardest would get most of the camera time. I thought I could be a star and planned to hit hard. He said the third segment would be self-explanatory and we would need no direction.

We went into the main room that had a stage with a podium and benches for us to sit on. A big man in a black robe went to the podium and started the sermon. He was really good. He had a big booming voice and reminded me of the hell-fire preachers Mom watched sometimes on TV.

It soon became obvious that only women and girls neeeded punishment. He lectured that feminism had ruined the world and was against the Bible scriptures and marriage vows. At the end he yelled, "Are your women ready to be saved?"

My "Father." stood up and yelled with the other "Fathers," "Yes! They must suffer to be saved." My "Mother yelled "Amen!" so I did too.

My "Father" took his "Wifes" and my hand and led us up on the stage with the other women and girls.

When we were on the stage the leader boomed out, "Let you be as naked as Eve the original corrupter."

My "Mother" started unbuttoning her dress so I joined her. Now the costume made sense. Even if we had hurried all the buttons and underclothes forced a slow strip I knew would excite an audience.

When we were finally naked men brought out our loincloths. I expected the strips of cloth like the Indians wore but this was just a thick rope he tied around my waist then brought the end through my legs to be jerked into the crack of my butt and into the slit of my pussy. Finally he pulled my pussy lips open and tucked in the rope. I gasped at the feel of the rough braid against my clit. He handed me a whip and I followed the others down the aisle to the door. Every step stimulated my clit and I was sure if I walked long enough I would cum.

As soon as the last girl went through the door the director yelled, "Cut" and explained he wanted the next segment to start at dawn and we should get to bed early.

I was disappointed. I was very excited and was sure the rope combined with the whip would soon have me in orgasm.

We took off the ropes and just put on the dress to go to the bar before dinner. I stuck with my "Mother" and told her I was really excited to be in a real movie since I had only been in videotaped amateur ones. She said, "You are starting out in a rough one. Have you been whipped?"

"Oh yes. Several times. At first it was terrible but now I find it is so exciting the pain doesn't matter."

"You may be ahead of me. I started out at fifteen in soft-porn nudist and beach movies but I found out the rougher the picture the more it paid and was more exciting. Last year I was in a horror movie about the witch hunts in Salem and was stripped to be hung from a tree and whipped. I was really dreading it but couldn't resist the money. To my surprise the experience was really exciting and I asked my agent to find more roles like it."

"Oh I know what you mean. Just straight sex doesn't make me orgasm anymore. I need the pain and it seems the worse the pain the stronger the orgasms."

I hope you are right. My agent told me that in this film my skin would not just turn red but would be welted. He gave me a chance to back out but I just have to know if a real whipping will be even more exciting than the little ones that almost got me to orgasm."

"It is! I keep getting stronger and stronger orgasms that make me push out my pussy and breasts to feel the sting of the whip."

She looked shocked. "Oh God! They hit your pussy and breasts? That must hurt awfully. I have only been whipped on my back, butt and thighs. This may be too much for me."

"No it won't. Think about it. It isn't exciting to have your back kissed or fondled and even your butt if it isn't close to your pussy. It is the same with a whip. All your sexy nerves are around your nipples and pussy. If you almost came from lashes to your butt I can guarantee you will when your front is hit as long as they start out fairly easy so your excitement can cancel the pain."

"Oh yes. I understand. I remember now that the most exciting pain was at the base of my butt close to my pussy."

We went into dinner and my "Mother" must have been a star because the director and producer sat at our table.

I asked the director why we would be hitting ourselves on the path. If he wanted red backs and butts it would be better to have us hit the girl in front of us.

He explained the story was based on fact. There really was people in Italy that flogged themselves on the way to being crucified to mimic Christ's suffering. They even wore crowns of thorns but they had decided to leave off that detail since it would cut the foreheads.

I agreed that would just be painful but that I had noticed that all the girls had large breasts and a large rose garden. It might be real sexy to have a branch coiled around our breasts and since the thorns were little it wouldn't cause much damage.

He loved the idea and stood up to tell everyone about my idea and offered a hundred dollar bonus if we agreed to it. The girls from my school had been picked because pain excited them and agreed with a cheer. The mothers reluctantly agreed.