The next morning men in black robes put on our rope loincloths. I was not the only one to ask that it be pulled tighter.

We were lined up in the same order as we were when we walked out of the "Church."

The men in Black robes which included our "Fathers" had a new line. They told us to stick out our chests and take a deep breath.

The man in front of me had two rose branches. He wrapped each around each breast tight enough to indent the skin and swell the outer part of my breast to hold it in place then tied it together with a piece of string. I felt every little thorn puncture the skin as they were wrapped around and even more as he pulled on the branch to slide the string under to tie it. I was fully excited and could barely concentrate on our instructions to take steps in time to a drum and with each step bring our whips over our shoulders to hit our backs.

It was a slow walk. The drum was hit about every two seconds and then the sound of slaps as our whips hit our backs.

The whips were just two soft leather thongs coming out of a handle. It didn't hurt much and I found I was reaching back as far as I could to let the ends snap into my ass crack which caused my tits to jump and move the thorns to make new pain.

I got so excited it was hard to only hit at the sound of the drum.

I noticed Gloria who was in front of me raised her left arm in the air and began bringing the whip around her side to let the ends of the thongs snap against her stomach. I tried it and it was much more exciting especially when I hit my right breast to make the thorns bite or between my legs to hit tender inner thighs or on my pussy.

I became so excited I didn't hear the director yell "Cut" and almost ran into Gloria.

When I calmed down a bit I looked at the crest of the hill in front of us. I expected to see large crosses but instead there were eight big "Xs" made of four by fours and set into cement. There were leather straps bolted to the ends of the "X." My "Mother behind me whimpered, "Oh I was hoping there would be crosses so I could keep my legs together. They must plan to hit our pussies."

I said excitedly, "Yes! You'll see. These soft whips will just get you terribly excited. You'll cum and cum some more."

The director said, "Okay. Here is the scene. You will be fastened face out to the audience and then the cult leader will make his speech ending with the statement that the whole group should punish you. Eight guys will go up to you and whip you from the sides so they will not block our view. When your guy has given you five lashes he will move to the girl on your right and a new guy will start. We only have ten guys so the end guy will go out of camera range to be fitted with a new beard and wig then start over. I am hoping each girl can take at least a hundred lashes before fainting or faking a faint. All the girls that can take a hundred will get a $500.00 bonus.

"I said, "Oh God. I have never taken a hundred. What if I only get to ninety-nine?"

"Sorry about that. A hundred is the minimum. This is the high point of the movie. After this you supposedly have learned your lesson and will just agree to suck or fuck anyone who wants it without protest."

He wanted close-ups of each being stretched on the "X" so we had to wait our turn since they just had two cameras.

When we were all hung up now in the hot sun the cameras moved back for a long shot of us moaning and whimpering in our bondage.

Then he said, "Now is when you can show your acting skills. The girls who appear to be suffering the most will get more of the close-ups. You can also have lines. If you can take it harder you can yell, Harder! I need to be punished. Or Harder, Help me be saved. I have to warn you that if you ask for harder you will get it."

The men began whipping us and it really stung but it was just exciting me. Then I noticed the cameras were concentrating on screaming girls and it seemed stupid to be whipped and not be seen. I began screaming too and when a camera was pointed at me I yelled, "Harder. Let me be saved!" The man hit much harder which just increased my excitement and now my screams were from the need to get to orgasm. When the next man hit me across my breasts and immediately after to my pussy. I screamed "Yes! They should be punished!" From then on everyone hit my breasts and pussy as I finally got over the edge into orgasm.

I couldn't cum forever and finally I became so exhausted I honestly fainted.

It turned out that no-one took a hundred but the director said that I had been fabulous and would still get the bonus.

The rest of the movie was kind of blah. We just had to fuck or suck anyone who could get it up and even fake fucking guys that couldn't get hard. I never got to cum because we would be stopped to change positions or wait until a camera was moved. It was easy to see why some guys couldn't maintain hard-ons.

I never got to fuck my "Father" who had the biggest dick which he could keep hard forever. I relly wanted to fuck him so I suggested a scene to the director.

"I have an idea that may be exciting. Why don't you have my "Father" tell me to suck his dick. I will say, "Never! You can't make me do it. That is incest." Then men will grab me and hang me from the ceiling with my legs pulled apart and I can be whipped until I agree to it."

I was disappointed when he said, "I don't think we need it. We have gobs of whipping and they will be flashbacked throughout the movie when a girl hesitates."

"Yeah but those whippings just turned our skin red. This could really be severe. If he used a big willow switch it would cause welts and your audience will know I am really being hurt."

"I don't know. We are running short on film and I am over budget so I couldn't pay you any more. Besides it wouldn't last long. You passed out from the easy whip and it would take time to set up."

"I don't want any more money. It is enough to have a major scene. If I am hung upside down I can't faint and you can hit me as long as you want. Even if I agree to suck his dick he can say I have not suffered enough and say I have to take more. The only thing I ask is that I get twenty or so on my stomach and thighs to work up enough excitement to be able to take the terrible ones on my breasts and pussy."

"God. I can imagine a switch burying itself in your breasts and pussy. You have a deal!"

I began to have second thoughts when I saw them putting hooks way apart in the ceiling that would hold my legs wide open and when a man came in stripping leaves off a willow limb about six feet long but I had come up with the idea and couldn't back out. I was so nervous though it took six takes to get my lines right and look angry.

Men took me over to the ropes and I struggled as I had been told. When leather cuffs were on my ankles men pulled down on the ropes to pull me into the air. There was a strain on my hips and tendons in my thighs were pulled tight to create a lot of pain even before being whipped then my arms were tied behind my back to push out my breasts.

He started whipping my butt while yelling "You will learn to obey." It really hurt. Too much to create excitement. The pain went deep and my butt was on fire when he started on my stomach to create a terrible stinging and burning.

He hit my breasts! The pain was indescribable made worse because it was happening right in front of my eyes. I let out a blood curdling scream and then yelled "No! No!" but he ignored me and kept hitting them to make them burn and throb. They began to swell from the terrible punishment just as he brought it down on my left pussy lip with the tip digging into the tender inner side of my right butt cheek. I suddenly rembered my line and screamed, "No more! I'll suck your dick!" I was devastated when he only paused long enough to say the lines I had suggested. "You will get twenty more to make sure you have learned your lesson."