One of the boys solved that problem when he found an old barn that had burned and left abandoned that had a rock-walled basement. The floor hadn't burned to make a roof.It was perfect! It was all overgrown with bushes and weeds making it obvious no-one had been there for years. Bill had discovered it by accident when hunting birds in an area posted no hunting or trespassing. It was on land owned by a timber company that had already been logged so we did not have to worry about any of their employees stumbling onto the place during the weekend. The best part was that it looked just like a dungeon and even more when lit by several candles and with the ropes and chains the boys hung from the ceiling and walls.

Since I could get orgasms from Tom during the week I was not as desperate as Marcie and would refuse things that I thought would hurt too much or was disgusting. Marcie would be so excited by the time we got to our "Dungeon" the boys discovered they could get her to accept anything by simply ignoring her and making love to me whenever she said "No" To anything. Just by watching me get off she would soon be begging them to let her do disgusting things she had refused before or suffer pain she did not think she could stand. In a little while I stopped feeling sorry for her and began to enjoy her being a total slave as much of the boys.

They found out early that she was really humiliated by having to kneel and beg them to let her suck their dicks or worse lick my pussy and stick her tongue in our assholes.

Her first duty when we got to the dungeon was to suck the boys dicks till they were all hard and excited before she would get the pleasure of being fucked doggy style while she licked me until all of them had cum in her pussy or asshole. By the time all of them had cum I had been eaten long enough to cum too.

Always after she came she would cry and say, "I should be punished," as if the humiliation had not been enough. Once we had all cum the first time we could be calm enough to take our time to decide on different kinds of pain she should beg the boys or me to do to her. My concession was that they could do anything to me Marcie agreed to allow.

I had the luxury of being tied so I could convince myself I was being forced to endure the whipping and indulge in fantasies. Marcie did not have that. They knew she was so desperate to have orgasms she would humiliate herself fully by agreeing to suffer while posing in any position they wanted.

They would have her get into a position to make her cunt, tits, or ass readily accessible and then she would have to ask for each lash by either counting or just saying, Hit me!" That left no doubt she was a willing slave. Her only consolation was the fact she could control the cadence but not the severity.

Naturally the boys began to tire of just using their belts and began to bring homemade whips, switches, and paddles to use on us.

One day they did something that must have been hell for Marcie but heaven for me. The boys had been amazed at the fact that they could only cum once and then needed time to recover before they could cum again while Marcie and I could cum over and over until we were exhausted.

They decided to have an experiment. Jim told us that they would get me excited and then Marcie would lick my pussy and asshole until I could not cum anymore and begged her to stop.

They brought in a big log and had me sit on it then spread my legs to tie them to the ends. I was lying with my pussy pushed up and spread by the log with my shoulders on the ground with my wrists tied to a stake in the ground. It was really uncomfortable because I was doing the "Splits" which soon caused the muscles in my inner thighs to ache and bark and splinters were digging in my butt. That discomfort was soon forgotten when one of them began spanking my pussy while two others spanked each of my boobs until I got so excited I began to bounce my ass on the log to drive splinters in it. As soon as they knew from my squeals and pulsating tummy that I was going into orgasm they told Marcie to lick me and to make sure she would do a good job they would spank her butt, pussy and tits till I begged her to stop.

I had little chance to beg. As I went from one orgasm to another even stronger whoever was not spanking Marcie to make her lunge and cry against my slit had his dick in my mouth. Five dicks had flooded my mouth before I became so exhausted I began to feel spacey and moaned, "Marcie, Please stop."

When she struggled to her feet while they were untying me I really felt guilty for not asking her to stop sooner. They had used willow switches on her. Her poor boobies were covered with hundreds of welts with many crossing each other and there were vertical stripes covering every inch of her pussy clear to her belly-button from hitting her from behind through her legs. I was amazed that she could stay on her knees with her legs spread through her ordeal.

I felt so guilty that after the boys had given her orgasms by fucking her I licked her pussy until she began to moan, "No more. Please, no more."

When we walked home she said, "I really have mixed feelings about you. I hate you for making me lick you so long while the switches were setting my skin on fire but I am grateful you licked me even though the boys did not tell you to do it. I think I may be going crazy. The switches hurt terrible especially the ones that hit my asshole and clit but I felt I deserved the pain since I could have avoided it by not getting orgasms. I even spread my legs even more to make it easier for them to get the switch inside my slit."

I told her that I was sorry she was hurt so much but her tongue had felt so wonderful I could not bear to have her stop until I became totally exhausted and reminded her that I had licked her a long time too and that it was a lot more disgusting since her pussy was full of the boy's cum.

The boys had just used straps on me so my skin was back to normal in a few hours but Marcie was still sore the next day. My folks went grocery shopping so I took her to my room and caressed salve on her till we became excited again and did a sixty-nine until we were satisfied and laid in the bed relaxed and giggling from the feeling of our bodies vibrating with little after shocks. I still had some splinters in my butt so Marcie got a tweezers to pull them out. I was grateful to get rid of them but Marcie seemed to enjoy pulling them out real slow and using a needle on my butt to raise them enough to get hold of them with the tweezers.

Marcie and I began to develop more tolerance for pain until it became so severe our butts would be so badly welted after our session we had trouble walking normally or sitting without wincing. We were afraid our folks would notice our discomfort and told the boys our worry about that. They began to go easier on our butts but made up for it by striping our pussies, stomachs and breasts even harder since we did not have to sit on that part. Actually we did sit on our pussies but that just gave us some excitement.

Our Mom's were happy that we began wearing longer loose dresses rather than our old Micro-skirts and half-shirts. They complimented us on our new sense of modesty. It had nothing to do with modesty it was just very irritating to have tight waistlines and panties rubbing on our welts. The long loose things let us go without underwear to slide and caress our tender nipples and butts at school in the street or anywhere. When we wanted extra excitement we would stick cockle burrs on the inside of our dresses to rub against our nipples and butts until they would be become so sore we would have to stop at a rest room or store dressing room to take them out to make the caresses of just the clothes enough to feel good.

I think the boys ran out of things to do to us or became jaded. One day when we went to the "Dungeon." They just whipped us and fucked us once then just sat around drinking beer. When we asked what they would do to us next Jim said that they had not thought of anything new to do to us. Marcie lied! She said she was glad there was no more because she was always hurt more than me and that it was not fair. We all knew Marcie got off on the pain and I said, "The only reason you are hurt more than me is because you need it more."