She slowly opened her coat and dropped it to the floor. I had to admire her imagination to come up with this. A metal bar came around her butt with a metal ring attached to it while a chain at the bottom of the ring pulled it tight through the crack of her ass. The ring held her pussy lips open and compressed the skin around her clitoris to make it stick out. Her tits had rings in the nipples holding a metal ball with needles coming out of it. You could see several punctures in her magnificent breasts just from walking down to show us."

"Wow sis! That is fantastic." She was very pleased and even more so when I told her it was a brilliant concept.

"Yeah. Do you know what is so great? My clit won't have any protection at all now when my pussy is whipped!"

The thought made me shudder and I began to wonder if I was really brave at all.

"My sister is unbelievably brave. I hope she never finds anyone really mean. She might let him kill her. Look at this!"

He pulled the lips of her pussy around to show scars where she had asked him to whip it with barbed wire. Then he showed small round scars on her breasts where she had asked him to burn her with his cigarette while she held them in place with her hands."

That made me really shudder. I had burned my finger once and I had cried for hours. I couldn't even imagine being burned on my breasts and nipples especially untied and helping.

"Yeah but I think having my pussy whipped wearing this thing will be even worse. I am going to have to be worked up to it by having my tits whipped first. In fact I need the whole front of my body whipped from my knees to my armpits. Would you do it for me. You can all do it if you want but I want bobby to do my clit. He knows just how much I can stand."

"Actually Kathy is first in line. She has volunteered for a tit whipping in exchange for removing her bonds. Maybe you would like to do it unless you have found some other girls to whip."

"Are you kidding! The girls in my school are even wimpier than the men. They cry over a hangnail. I haven't whipped a girl since that hooker you got me for my birthday present. She sure got a surprise! She told me after I took off her gag that her previous customers had just given her light hand spankings. I had cured her forever. She was going back to straight sex. Would you be willing to let me whip you Kathy?"

"Oh Yes. I don't understand that hooker! How could anyone go back to straight sex after being dominated. Bobby is the greatest in the sex department but if all we ever did was fuck and suck I know I would get bored. I like it the way it is now with punishment and sex as a reward while my mind and body is most alive and sensitive."

"We are going to be great friends! You think just like me. I had a lot of sex in college thinking it would be better than nothing. It wasn't though, I could get better orgasms just with my imagination and masturbation. My favorite fantasies always involve hundred of people watching me being tortured. They never have any sympathy. If I am being whipped they chant 'Harder, harder' and cheer when I scream."

"Oooh me too! I like to go back in the past where I am a slave being whipped for trying to escape or even further back when I am a victim of the Spanish Inquisition. I have books about that I'll loan them to you."

Bobby broke in. "Enough small talk. Do you want to whip Kathy? If so with what?"

"Oooh yes! Can I use the whisk? She can use it on me."

Bobby hesitated then said doubtfully, "I guess that would be alright. But if you cut her the whipping ends immediately. I know how you can get carried away."

Before I had a chance to admit my ignorance to ask what a whisk was she had run into the other room got it and was whipping it through the air. I recognized it now. It was the wire brush drummers used on their drums by swirling it on the drumhead. It was kind of like a wide paintbrush except instead of bristles it had fine spring steel wires. The wires were longer than I remembered. Bobby explained, "We copied this from a drummer's whisk except the wires weren't long enough so we had one made with longer wires to cover more area. It must hurt pretty bad. It makes Eileen scream."

Since there were so many wires I thought the pain would be distributed and not too bad. After all Eileen said I could use it on her. "It will be okay. Do you want me to be tied for it."

"Oh yes! I want to cover every inch of those great boobs. Let's tie her over the barrel."

Bobby rolled in a huge wooden barrel and they tied me lying backward over it so my body was stretched and my boobs flattened and spread out. She finished my bondage by adding a hood to blind me and a ball-gag for my mouth. She had me lie there while she caressed my tits and talked to me.

"Kathy baby. This is going to get you off so hard you wont believe it."

She lied! The first lash felt as if I had been hit by a hundred knives. She covered every inch of my left boob and then my right just missing the nipples. I really wanted to see what was happening to my poor tits. It felt like they were being cut to shreds and I couldn't scream or beg her to quit because of the gag. Then she started the worst part. She began hitting the left and right nipples alternatively and the pain became so bad I began to space out and then incredibly began to go into orgasms that got greater and greater till I thought I was losing my mind. I did not have to take all forty as my nipples began to bleed and Bobby stopped her. My orgasms continued in a lessening curve all the time they were untying me and when they started to lift me up I screamed, "No let me stay. I'm cumming! Bobby fuck me! Fuck me right here. He did and when He had cum and I was in total exhaustion I noticed in awe that his chest was covered with my blood. They began to put salve on me and I actually regretted the pain subsiding and finally going away. When my breathing was back to normal I went to the mirror to look at my tits. The bleeding had stopped and I had to look very closely to see the fine cuts on my nipples. The rest of my breasts were red to the point of maroon but I knew they would be alright and relaxed.

Eileen became more and more agitated as we all had drinks while I rested and they took turns caressing my breasts now slippery with salve. Finally she couldn't stand it any longer.

"Bobby, Please hurry! You are teasing me. You know I need it!"

"I am not going to do it alone. These are your guests, they should all participate."

"Oh yes, I agree. I'll get the whips. She ran to get them and came back to pass them out as if they were party favors. She gave a riding crop to Dad to be used on her thighs, a thong whip for Mom to use on her stomach, The whisk for me to use on her tits, and finally a strap for Bobby to use on her pussy. We were to whip her in that order for twenty lashes each. She took off the balls on her breasts and stretched out on the barrel waiting impatiently to be tied down. I told them that she shouldn't be blindfolded or gagged so she could let us know if it got too bad. They all agreed except Eileen. I had an ulterior motive. I wanted to see if she was as brave as she acted. I hoped to make her scream as I had wanted to but couldn't.

Dad left some really nasty welts on her thighs but she just moaned and squirmed. Mom didn't have much room to put her twenty lashes on that short waist so she was fiery red from to top of her pubic bone to just below her breasts, again she just moaned and squirmed. I did not know how hard I could hit her without cutting so I started easy and made the lashes just a little harder with each one till she began chanting, "Yes, yes, yes, yes. On the last four lashes I decided it was my last chance to make her scream and hit very hard. Her nipples were bleeding when she finally screamed. I wasn't sure if it was from the pain or orgasm. Bobby began using the strap on her exposed clit. Her screams got louder with each one till I begged Bobby to stop.