"Kay said, "Maybe too cute. A real slave would be wearing handcuffs and kneeling when with her betters."

Dick agreed with her and handcuffed my hands behind my back and had me kneel. Kay left and came back with a dog collar she put around my neck then hooked a leash to it.

Then she said, "I think she has been teasing the men long enough."

She brought out a pair of scissors she had stuck in her neckline between her breasts and cut my dress off me. Although I normally enjoyed being naked I was embarrassed with everyone else clothed and just milling around with drinks with no sign of sexual activity.

She pulled on my leash so I started to get up but she told me to stay on my knees and to remember I was just a scummy slave.

Kay led me around saying, "Look who's here." She fed me sips of my drink while they would feel and pinch me. This time there were no compliments as they pulled and pinched my breasts, pussy lips or butt. They would just speculate about how much pain I could take to the part they were pinching before I passed out. I thought Dick should be jealous and stop them but when I told him that he laughed and said, "You let these people whip you. What is a feel and a pinch."

He didn't understand that I considered the two things totally different. Whipping excused my actions but fondling just felt good and made me feel more of a slut.

The more I drank the drier my throat felt and I started to ask for some other kind of drink when I discovered I could only whisper. Kay said, "What?" and I whispered as loud as I could, "I can't talk."

"Yeah. You can't scream either. That is great stuff. My doctor told me about it. It comes from a plant in the amazon. It gives instant laryngitus. You'll be okay in a day or two."

That frightened me because the idea I would not be hurt because I may scream was out the window. Worse Dick would not hear my cry for mercy. Kay said, "It is time for the slut's trial."

One of the men put on a wig and said, "Here comes de judge" as he took a bar stool behind the bar to sit on to look like a judge at his bench.

They led me over to kneel in front of the bar then another man acting as prosecuter said loudly, "Dixie. Have you ever cheated on your husband?"

I whispered "No! Never!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Then they called Dick as a witness and said, "Dick. Have you ever encouraged her to fuck another man?"

"No. You know none of you have."

That was true but he had told me to suck Jim.

I heard a door open behind me then I saw the two truck drivers out of the corner of my eye. I sobbed knowing I was in deep trouble.

The prosecutor had them tell how I had teased then fucked them. He said," She was a willing partner then?"

The big one grinned and said, "God yes! Naturally as gentlemen we informed Mr. Marster."

I whispered "No! They raped me."

The prosecutor said, "Pardon me. Did you say they raped you?"

I nodded my head frantically.

The prosecutor asked them, "Is it possible that you took advantage of her?"

The smaller one grinned and said, "Would a raped woman suck your dick so she can do it again?"

I stared at the floor sobbing in shame as the prosecutor crowed, "Your honor it is obvious this slut is guilty of adultry, perjury, and making false accusations. She should be punished severely."

The judge hit the bar with a bottle and yelled I agree."Take her to the stocks."

Two men grabbed me under my armpits and carried me through double doors into a huge room. It occurred to me that I had been fascinated by torture as a young girl because I recognized the stocks used to keep people bent over by locking their wrists and neck between two boards with holes in them and a whipping post with manacles hanging down from the top.

I was taken to the stocks then Dick said angrily, "You will never betray me again, you bitch."

I sobbed and whispered, I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I will never do it again." but he probably didn't hear me.

They put my neck and wrists in the stocks to bend me over at a right angle and then tied a board to my ankles to keep my legs apart.

A man got on each side of me and then took turns hitting my ass with big thick leather straps. My butt and thighs caught on fire but all I could do was make little croaking sounds drowned out by the "Whap!" of the straps. After about twenty or more hard spanks I lost my strength and dropped to my knees but I was brought back to my feet by putting two stickery ropes between my legs that were tied to a pole two men used to jerk me to my feet and saw at my ass-hole and pussy as I jerked from the blows until I mercifully passed out.

I woke up abruptly when they dropped me into a tub of ice- water which they held me in until I was shivering uncontrollably. My thighs at the back and inside were welted bad. I didn't want to know how my ass looked. I was just glad it was over. When they let me out Kay had me snort some cocaine which revived me only to hear someone yell, "The whipping post!"

I fought them weakly as my hands were pulled up to the manacles. I looked around to see two women about five feet from my sides holding coiled whips.

Then they struck with a "Snap!" "Snap!" milli-seconds apart and there was cutting pain across my back and butt that threw me forward into the rough cedar post to drive splinters into my breasts and stomach. I jerked back just in time to get two more lashes to drive me into the post again. I felt terible sharp pain as a big sticker drove into my nipple and desperately pushed out but my hands were so high above me I had no leverage. That worked for a minute but after four more terrible lashes they moved forward and the tips curled around my body to rip into my nipples and cunt slit. That was so terrible I pressed into the post wrapping my arms and legs around it to protect my front. This worked at least to protect my clit but the post was too skinny to protect my nipples as they grabbed my boobs to pull them to the sides dragging my nipples over stickers. It bulged my breasts out to seem to cause even more pain to the tight skin. It seemed to go on forever as I squirmed at each lash to drive stickers into my stomach and pussy and break them off.

Incredibly I either got numb or my mind snapped because the pain became not as sharp as I became exhausted and just hung from my arms letting my body twist at the pull of the whips to rip off more stickers until they let me down and carried my limp body back to the tub which stopped the burning and revived me.

Kay held a little spoon of cocaine under each nostril which I snorted gratefully to let the "High" further revive me and help kill the pain. They put me on my back on the floor and the four of them began picking wood stickers out of my body. There were hundreds and the fondling and pulling on my skin as the stickers were pulled out really stimulated me and I felt excitement rising while I listened to them talk about me.

Kay said, "Jesus. Isn't she awesome. She took ninety lashes that threw her into the splintery pole without passing out. I would have fainted at ten."

Ninety meant Dick had given me ten too. I wondered if he had been the one that gave me ten in a row up between my legs to make me straighten up and slide my body on the pole.

Another girl agreed and added "Look at these welts! The whips really dug in. I am surprised she is not bleeding.

Another said "She is young with resilent skin and great muscles but that didn't help much with her tits. Did you see the way they slapped into that post at each lash?"

"Yeah! God that was exciting. Just seeing it made my tits ache."

They settled down to continue removing stickers which continued to stimulate me as they ran their hands over my body watching for me to wince to find the ones that were broken off under my skin which they dug out with needles and tweezers.