I expected to be turned loose since it was finally over but she said, "Would you still like to have the rings?"

I did not know what to say but it seemed awful to go through all this for nothing so I told them I would like to have them.

She said, "You did not seem to mind the thong whip too much and I know you got excited from having your pussy whipped. If you agree to twenty more on your pussy and twenty on your butt at the same time with the thong whip you can have the rings."

I had taken that many from the boys and I was still excited from the whisk so I looked defiantly at the camera and said, "Please give me forty more lashes to my pussy and butt. You can make them hard."

Actually all of them went to my pussy because they both hit upwards and he hit at the center of my butt to have the thongs come through my legs so the ends hit the face of my pussy. I began to go into orgasm by the twentieth and when they stopped at the fortieth I collapsed to the floor in total exhaustion.

They took off the cuffs and said I could leave as soon as I was ready then left through a side door that had a cot in it. I laid there getting my breath until I heard the cot squeaking and his grunts and her squeals. I really felt used. They had whipped me just to get them excited enough to fuck.

I grabbed the rings and put my dress on my burning body to hurry home so I could get into a cool bath. While I laid there I remembered how Dad used two VCR's to edit the commercials out of movies he had recorded. I realized that when my tape was edited it would look as if I was asking for all the lashes and as a clincher it would be obvious I had gone into orgasm at the end. They could make it look as if I was experimenting with all the torture instruments till I could finally cum.

I was really glad they had only asked my first name because they could use the edited tape to blackmail me into suffering even more. I resolved to never go into that store again.

This was nothing like my sessions with Tom or the boys. My muscles were stiff and sore and I felt the welts on my pussy and my dress rubbing on my nipples all the way home. I was still soaking in the tub when my folks got home. I hurried into my robe in case Mom decided to come in then told them I did not feel well and went to bed.

I must have slept over twelve hours but I was still sore the next day. When I got up and looked in the mirror I looked like I was wearing a purple bathing suit. I was solid bruises on my tits, pussy, lower stomach, and the length of the crack of my butt. I could hardly believe I had been able to get an orgasm during the mayhem caused to my body.

My folks left before I did to go to work so I decided to skip school to pamper myself with baths and liberal applications of salve. I had no desire to see Tom and when he came over to check on me I just told him I was sick and wanted to stay home.

The next day was Saturday but I was just not interested in pain even though I would get orgasms with my ordeal at the store still in my mind. That brought on a lot of guilt.

My folks decided to go out to dinner but when I found out they were going to a restaurant across from my torture store I told them I was not hungry and to go without me.

By then I was feeling better and decided that since I had paid such a high price for my rings I might as well see how they looked. I took off my clothes and opened the catches to open them and thread them through the holes in my nipples and pussy. They were beautiful and I thought of them as badges of courage but something seemed to be missing. I threaded a gold chain through my nipple rings then hooked it around my neck. That was perfect! It pulled my boobs together and up. Even a slow walk caused tugs to them so I would always be aware of them and the pain I had been brave enough to endure to get them. I was just thinking of ways to keep me aware of my pussy rings too when the doorbell rang.

It was Marcie with tears running down her cheeks. She stumbled in and said accusingly, "Jill. How could you leave me alone with the boys! Since you were not there I had to draw two slips to take your torture as well as mine. I agreed because I thought I had done all my really bad things and yours had been pretty easy but I got really unlucky. I hurt awful! I am never going back! The more they hurt me the more they wanted to hurt me. They blamed me for your not coming. They said that putting in the pins must have been too much and they never would have done it if I hadn't shamed you into it and it was my fault you did not come back. Oh Jill, I hurt awful will you put salve on me? The boys would not do it. They said I should hurt for a long time."

I took her up to my room and helped her off with her clothes. She was a mess. There were bloody places all over and her nipple rings were not round anymore.

I moaned in sympathy and told her that we would give her a nice long bath to take off the blood and scabs while I called her folks to say she would be staying overnight with me. Her Folks had no objection as long as my Mom didn't mind. I knew she wouldn't mind.

Marcie looked better after the blood and scabs were washed off. I put her on my bed to caress her with salve.

I took off my robe to show her my bruises and told her what had happened to me. I didn't get much sympathy. She thought I must have been really dumb to get caught since she had stolen from them for years. Then she told me what had happened to her. My ordeal began to look easy in comparison.

"They were real disappointed you had not come with me as I said. Since your slips had been pretty easy I told them I would do both yours and mine. I had still not had more orgasms than I wanted and thought this would completely satisfy me.

"Jill I knew you thought my pussy should be bald like yours but I didn't expect it to get bald like this. Your slip said that they should tie rings to my pussy hairs and then use the whip you had made with a lead ball at the end to catch in the rings to jerk out my hair."

I said, "I didn't think that would be too bad. I pulled out some hairs and it did not hurt too much and I thought being tied in a back-bend over the sawhorse would be so sexy they would want to fuck me even before the hair was gone."

"You don't understand. In the first place they didn't tie me like you described with my legs spread and tied to the floor then bent back for my wrists also be tied to the floor. Jim said that it would be a shame to waste my rings. They tied my legs way apart then tied my hands behind my back then bent me backward to tie my nipple rings to the floor so tight my boobies would not stretch anymore. Then they tied my pussy rings to the ends of the sawhorse so tight I was afraid my lips might be torn.

Then the worse part started. When they aimed for a ring the lead ball would hit my pussy. It hurt awful which made me jump causing terrible pain to my nipples and lips when I tightened the cords. Worst of all you did not set a limit on how many tries they could have to pull out the hair. After awhile I don't think they even tried to hit the rings to pull hair because they really got a kick out of my struggles when they hit the center of my slit. That almost ripped the rings out of my pussy and nipples! Look at them! I pulled so hard they aren't round anymore!"

I said I was sorry but I had no idea that she would have rings and to remember that it was supposed to happen to me.

She bawled, "It couldn't happen to you! You don't have any hair. You would have been able to draw another slip."

I said I was sorry again and said "You have a lot of cuts all over your front. I thought the lead ball would just leave a bruise."

"It did! Look at my pussy it is one solid bruise! They must have hit it a hundred times before they took turns fucking it while I was still tied grabbing my tits to put even more pressure on my nipples. Oh Jill! While one of them fucked me two other laughed while they sung and strummed the cords to my pussy rings as if they were guitars. It was awful. I hurt too much to even cum from the fucking.