They pulled out the boards in front and back of her and I expected her to be lifted out but then a man spanked her ass with a big wood paddle and she jerked forward dragging those sharp straws through her pussy. She struggled to get back up on her toes just as the other man hit across her clit with a big leather strap. She never had a chance to get back on her toes as lash followed spank forty times for the forty seconds she was short of the goal.

When they lifted her off she was crying hysterically while blood ran down both her legs from the straws and the lacerations made when she ripped off the alligator clips while trying to escape. fade-out then in to see them dragging the first girl over to a barrel about five feet long with big nails sticking out of it about an inch long. It was mounted on a pipe with gears at the end. While she was stretched out on it and tied to the pipe with her hands past the barrel in front and her feet past the end the narrator came on to say that this was the perfect device for torture with no residual marks. the pain did not come from the nails which were blunt but from electricity that was applied to them when the motor was turned on. They screwed in two pipes at her waist to keep her from falling off to the side then turned it on. She screamed and strained to try to lift herself off the nails but being stretched that way there was no way she could do it and just had to take the shocks until the barrel turned far enough for gravity to pull her body away. It was really diabolical because the barrel turned very slowly to allow recovery but also to allow the girl to anticipate the moment when the gravity that helped her pulled her back on the spikes. We watched her make a few revolutions watching the fear hit her face and constant "No,s" until the scream that came when her body fell back on the spikes.

The narrator said "It is spectacular in the dark." as the lights went out and we saw blue lightning jump to her breasts which were closest to the nails then travel on down her body until she was in full contact. I felt sick. I was very afraid of electricity since when I was a little girl I had stuck a hairpin into an electrical outlet that gave me a nasty shock and burned my fingers.

When she was finally taken off I didn't understand why there was just little red bumps on her body from the nails. I thought she would be burned.

I told Dick my experience with electricity and asked why she was not burned.

He explained that they used high voltage but very low amperage. The amperage was what burned and killed. House current at only 120 volts will kill you if you are well grounded in a tub or touching a water pipe but you can touch a spark plug in a car at 20,000 volts and just get a terrible shock.

By then he had removed his clothes to fondle his hard-on while he watched the torture of those poor girls. He turned to me and said "Let's get your 'Test' spanking over with so we can fuck I have decided that that paddle with the holes is too severe. I'll just use a bamboo cane."

I was worried now that I knew even severe torture turned him on but I reminded myself that I deserved punishment for betraying him and he was being nice not to use that terrible paddle.

I have to admit he allowed me to make it as easy as I wanted. He handed me the clamps and told me to tighten them myself but to make sure they would not fall off. I tightened them little by little until tears came to my eyes and I felt it was enough to let me forgive myself. Then he tied them to the table saying I needn't pull on them unless I wanted to. As a final gesture he told me he would hit me easy unless I said, "Harder."

I thought he was being kind but now that I think back on it I know that he knew me better than I did and as I got excited I would bring on more than enough pain to excite him.

That was exactly what happened the easy spanks just excited me and I left the cords to the clamps loose but as it went on I began screaming "Harder" and pushed myself out from the table to stetch my nipples and tits as far as they would go as the fire on my ass sent me into fantastic orgasms.

It was a success. I was guilt-free and although my butt was bruised in wide lines the size of the cane there were no blood- blisters.

He worked on the basement for three days from morning to night only leaving occassionally to go to the hardware store. In spite of my promise I tried to look into the basement but he evidentally did not trust me as he had put new locks on both the inside and outside door. I was really getting frustrated because he was too tired at night or thinking about his project to want to make love to me. He even passed up my offer to have him whip my breasts while I held them out for him!

But there was hope because we had been invited to a party at Kay and Bill's. I knew there would be sex and I didn't have to worry about being hurt badly since they lived in a condo with neighbors on each side. A scream would bring the police.

I figured it would be another costume party since Dick said he bought a special outfit for me. I was disappointed when I opened the package and saw a plain house dress like my Mother used to wear for cleaning. He grinned at my disappointment and said, "Don't worry I am going to alter it. You are going as a southern slave. Did you know that some slaves were only one eighth black and were as white as you?"

I had read that somewhere and when he showed me his costume as an overseer I felt myself get wet as I rembered my fantasy. He had me put on the dress then cut a ragged hem just below my butt and a big piece out above my nipples then started making slits. I would walk around then be called back for more slits so when I walked around flashes of my nipples and pussy would appear through the slits. I thought it was really sexy. I would be doing a little strip tease just by walking around and if I bent over both my boobs and butt were fully exposed. I thought I would be a hit since they all thought I had a great body. Dick had me put on a fur coat over the dress since I was too exposed to be in public. I giggled as we went down the crowded sidewalk to their building at the reaction I would get if I opened the coat.

When we went in I felt we were at the wrong party. Everyone else was dressed in colonial costumes and I remembered it was close to thanksgiving. I was given a drink by Kay and said, "I feel strange. Since we are all alike in being excited by pain I kind of expected you and the other girls would be in slave costumes too since there were slaves and indentured servants in colonial times"

She looked at me funny then said, "My God how dense are you? We aren't like you. We just like a little stimulation not real pain. Didn't you notice we only took twenty light lashes while you took over a hundred hard ones? You are just a poor dumb hick who would probably be hooking on the street if it wasn't for Dick's money."

I was aghast and tried to defend myself. "No! I was a virgin when Dick met me."

"Well you aren't now are you. I'll bet you beg Dick to fuck you."

I was ashamed to admit she was right. Even more. I had offered to be whipped on my most sensitive parts just so I could excite Dick enough to fuck me.

She noticed my stricken look and said, "Hey. Don't feel bad about it. Dick and the rest of us love you the way you are and you better not change if you want to stay married."

That gave me mixed feelings. I was glad to be loved but felt guilty about being such a slut and knowing I could never be Kay's equal.

Dick came over to us and said, "How do you like the slave dress I made. Cute huh? She can't make a move without flashing something."

I looked down at myself and saw both my nipples were poking through slits and self-consciously pulled material back over them. I felt especially naked since the other girls except for low necklines were fully covered.