For the rest of the night I had to assume any position they liked to have my out thrust breasts, pussy, or butt be whipped with belts, whips or worst with a metal coathanger that caused several small cuts to my stomach while I was bent over backward on a big footstool.

Eventually I became so exhausted from the pain and orgasms I could no longer stand up but even that did not relieve me. I was hung from the ceiling standing on my knees so anyone who wanted could whip me or push their dicks and pussies into my mouth. I was too tired to suck them so the men would just fuck my mouth and throat or the women would use my nose as a dildo until I finally became unconscious.

I don't remember getting home but I slept well into the next afternoon. When I finally woke up to inspect my body I found that it was pretty well healed except the cuts from the coat hanger. I begged Joe not to let them cut me and he agreed and spent hours putting on salve and hugging and kissing me.

By this time in my life I was proud that I could accept an incredible amount of pain and no longer dreaded a session even though I would not know what would happen to me. Of course Joe was proud to own me and took me with him almost all the time I did not have to stay home to heal.

Now that he was making tons of money we were able to travel to all kinds of exotic places. I loved travelling which convinced me that even the pain too severe to let me have orgasms was worth it.

On one of our trips to Mexico the cab driver told Joe that there was a sex show in town that was really exciting. Joe told him to take us to it.

We were there early and I got a little bored just watching girls strip and suggested we leave to go back to our hotel for sex but Joe said the main acts were still to come and that it would get better.

It did! They began live sex acts and then a girl stripped and lit a big candle she ran over her body to redden the skin of her breasts and over her pussy which had already had the hair burned off so you could see the skin redden on her bald pussy. She finished the act by jamming the candle into her pussy.

For the next act a girl stripped then began whipping her body with a thong whip in time with the music. It was obvious it was a real whip because it left welts. She finished with several lashes to her cunt until she collapsed to the floor in orgasm. The lights dimmed while two men carried her away.

I told Joe that it looked terrifically exciting to be whipped in front of all those people and that maybe I should do a dance like that for his guests at the next party. He agreed then excused himself. I assumed he was going to the toilet. There was an intermission so I went myself a little giddy from the Margueritas we had been drinking. I came back in the midst of a long introduction. I couldn't understand a word in Spanish but Joe interpreted saying a girl had been sent to them by her parents for performing a sin against God by sleeping with a man before marriage and would be punished severely for it.

I don't think it was an act. She was very young about fifteen and really looked frightened as two men with thong whips dangling from their belts dragged her onto the stage where a big crucifix had been set up.

There was a long production to let the audience build excitement. They slowly ripped off her cheap cotton dress, her slip, then her panties and bra to reveal a great body with firm round tits and a flat stomach while she screamed and sobbed.

Another man came out to hold her up against the cross for them to loop rope around her arms to lock them to the cross bars.

The man that had held her up went behind the curtain to return with a huge block of wood that was covered with sharp nails. He held it up grinning while the audience cheered then pulled out her body so it could be clamped to the post behind her butt.

When they let her legs go her butt crashed against the nails making her scream and frantically push her feet against the post to push her butt forward making her pussy fully visible.

Each of them grabbed an ankle to pull her legs behind the post to put handcuffs on them and a rope to hold her legs bent. Naturally this caused her butt to hit the nails again causing her screams to intensify. When they let her legs go she frantically arched her back to pull her butt away then gripped the post with her lower legs to hold it in position.

The man who had lifted her grinned at the audience and began rattling in Spanish. I asked Joe what he said and he told me that he was going to do something to make the whip marks more visible.

He turned back to her to reach out to rip out a clump of her thick black pussy hair. The pain caused her to lose her grip on the post and her ass hit the nails again. He didn't let her pull back. He pressed against her stomach with his left hand while he ripped out hair with his right. Her struggles must have caused the nails to sink in everywhere and he kept jerking out hair until none were visible and her pussy was all red in the bright light.

When he released her stomach she used the last of her strength to push out and get a new grip on the post but it was not to last. They moved to each side of her then began whipping the whole front of her body. She would flinch back only to drive the nails into her ass and struggle to push forward again.

Finally she just gave up and hung there making hoarse cries while the whips yanked her breasts and pussy lips and blood dripped to her knees from her torn butt.

At the end they both concentrated on her pussy making the ends of their thongs go into her gash until her head dropped signalling she had fainted.

I became so excited my panties were soaked with my pussy juice.

There was a short intermission while they took her loose from her bonds and carried her away.

The announcer began talking again. I assumed he was wishing the audience goodnight since the last act had to be the last when I suddenly heard him say my name.

I asked Joe what he was talking about and he said, He is announcing that the scheduled show was over but one of their american friends, you, had volunteered to prove her courage. He is saying that unlike the previous girl you are true to your man and said you would take up to a hundred lashes without agreeing to let anyone else make love to you.

That sounded frightening but then I remembered that in spite of what looked like a terrible whipping to the girl that had just left the whips had not broken her skin. I was also relieved to see they were taking the crucifix off the stage so I would not have to worry about my ass turned into hamburger. I had just about decided I would be able to take it without begging them to fuck me. The next thing that happened totally convinced me. A large handsome man came over to help me out of my chair. When I stood up to follow him the audience stood up and cheered. I was totally thrilled! I never expected to do anything that would earn me a standing ovation. That was something reserved for very talented people. I rationalized that I deserved it for my courage although actually it had been Joe's idea. By the time I was backstage where they helped me undress I didn't even consider that I was going to be hurt badly just to provide entertainment for the crowd and to boost Joe's ego. I thought of myself as an entertainer. No, more than that. I was a star!

When I was naked he put a collar around my neck then pulled my wrists behind me to attach them to it. It was uncomfortable but it did make my boobs push out and I pushed them out further while I sucked in my tummy.

I went out with him proudly to get another ovation. Joe had me stay out of the sun so they would be able to see every mark on my white skin. Much more so than the dark Mexican girl.

When I stepped to the center of the stage I didn't see any ropes. I hoped I was not expected to just stand there and take the lashes. I was relieved when he pushed me forward and slapped my inner thighs to let me know I should place my feet next to a board with metal rings on the end. He spread my legs really wide but there was still enough slack after my ankles were tied to let me step forward or back to keep my balance. He looked up to the ceiling and I followed his gaze to see two small ropes coming down to meet his hands. My wrists were still locked to my neck collar and I wondered if he would release them to be tied or just tie the rope to the chains to my wrists. I hoped he would release them as it was easier to brace myself with outstretched arms.