He was right. It felt almost pleasant as he centered the strings between my lips and gave it a litlle slap. It didn't last as there was a catch. As he went on the lashes got harder. As the juice from my pussy wet the strings they became more and more painful. When the pain increased I would move my arms which would jerk on my nipple rings.The hornier I got the more it hurt which just made me hornier. By the time I finally began to cum the whip was making a loud splat at every swing and I was jerking my tits almost up to my chin by the nipple rings.

He just cut the strings to my nipples and laid me on my back to fuck me. My pussy had swollen to make it fit tightly around his dick to increase the sensations.My hands were still tied as well as my pussy rings. Every hard thrust would flatten my ass to pull the pussy rings tighter. A few times it felt as though the rings would be torn from the lips. I didn't even care! My orgasms were so strong nothing else mattered.

Everyday after school he would put in my rings and chain. Sometime he would pull up my nipples with a string around my neck. The constant awareness of my pussy and nipples kept me in a constant state of excitement.

One day my dad had me pick up something from the hardware store where I saw some large fish-weights. I bought eight of them which I would tie to the rings. I would then put on a loose blouse or sweater and a wide skirt so I could increase the sensation as I walked around. I got a kick out of thinking how shocked the people I talked to would be if they could have seen me naked with my nipples and pussy-lips stretched by the weights.

I even tried jogging but that was too much. I didn't want to be seen lying by the side of the road panting and cumming.

I eventually showed Todd the weights. This was a mistake because it made him curious as to just how much pressure could be applied to them.

His first experiment was to snap ropes on to my nipple rings, throw the ropes over a ceiling beam and pull them up till I was standing on my tip-toes with my nipples next to my mouth and screaming from the pain and fear my nipples would be ripped off. He yelled at me to stop screaming. When my screams turned to sobs he told me he would let me down as soon as I put my heels back on the floor. I just couldn't do it. My originally round tits were shaped like cones and when I let my heels down just a little I swore I could feel the rings tearing through my skin. Eventually the cramping of my legs and exhaustion forced my heels to the floor. He grinned at me as I stood there flat-footed too hoarse and exhausted to scream any more and said,

"I knew you could do it. I'll mark the ropes. You can try for a new record next time."

I never wanted a next time and became very inventive offering to try other forms of pain rather than go through that again. It was not the pain so much but the fear of irreparable damage that made me offer to undergo almost anything else. As long as I came up with something that intrigued him he would forego other experiments of hanging by my tits. I saw a child's wagon in his garage and said I would pull him in it with my pussy rings. He "improved" on my idea by attaching lines to my nipple rings to steer me with by tugging on the right or left tit to signal he wanted to turn all the while whipping my ass with a long willow switch These sessions never lasted too long before he got so horny he would pull back hard on both tits at once till my nipples were close to my armpit to stop me so we could fuck or I could suck him off. When he got bored with this he became interested again in piercing my skin. He started out just putting pins and needles in my tits and pussy which I had to wear while we were at a restaurant or movie under a bulky knit sweater that would snag on them to create new pain every time I moved. Eventually he bought a bunch of costume jewelry pins he would stick into the skin of my tits or pussy.Then when I was not protesting enough he thankfully became bored with them.

Then one day when his folks were gone I said I would make his lunch and went out to his rose garden and cut some roses for the table. While he was watching me arrange them I accidentally stuck a thorn in my thumb. I yelped and sucked on it.

He jumped up and said he had a great idea. He was gone for some time and when he returned he was holding three rose branches taped together at their bases to make a handle.

I looked at them fearfully as he said, "Sorry it took so long. It was hard to find three long enough and straight enough."

I said tremously, "Oh God. You wouldn't whip me with those. They will make me bleed!"

"Sure. You get off on being punctured or whipped. This will get you both and the branches are so light you won't be bruised."

Lunch was forgotten as he cleared the table while I undressed begging him not to hit too hard.

He said, "Come on! I know this will get you off. If you don't stop bitching. I'll keep hitting you after you can't cum anymore."

I sobbed sorry I had told him the pain became unbearable when I couldn't cum anymore.

At his direction I climbed up on the dining room table and spread my arms and legs so he could tie them to the table legs. At the last moment he jammed a pillow under my butt. I sobbed again knowing that tilted my pelvis to make my pussy available and that it would be included in the whipping.

He stepped back and brought the thorns down just below my belly-button. To my surprise The pain was not too bad. He inspected my tummy then said, "Great! It just leaves tiny pin- holes.You don't have to worry about scars."

I knew he had said that because I had objected to his desire to whip me with a steel cable because it would leave scars I could never explain to the girls at school or my Mom if she saw them.

He began whipping up and down my stomach gradually working towards my breasts and pussy until I was so excited I looked forward to the first lash that made my boobs tremble. I strained to look at them and saw several drops of blood but by then I was so excited the sight just made me want more.

He hit my tits several times to make sure the thorns hit my nipples and then started hitting diagonally across my pussy lips. By then I was in orgasm and when he finished with one straight down that caused the center branch to go inside my pussy and bury a thorn in my clit I had an orgasm so strong I passed out.

When I came to I was still on the table and he was wiping my body with a wet towel that was causing sharp stings and burning.

I moaned. "I am burning! Is my body ruined?"

"No. You will be fine. You are burning because I am using salt water so you won't be infected.Go look in the mirror."

I was amazed. The last time I had looked down my body had been covered in blood but now it just looked like a bad rash with hundreds of little red pimples. All the bleeding had stopped.

At school I told the girls Todd and I had made love in the woods and I must have laid on a weed I was allergic to.

They just giggled when one of the girls said, "He must have butt-fucked you. All the rash is on your front."

There was only one more session with the thorns as an exhibition at a party. He lost interest after even the guests recognized it only provided me with fantastic excitement. Their big fun came when they put styptic powder on the punctures that made me cry from the feeling of red hot nails touching me.

He still liked the idea of a combination of punctures and stripes and made a whip out of three lengths of barbed wire.

I knew that would be terrible and resisted so he waited until two of his friends were there to help him tie me to a tree.

That pain was so terrible there was no way I could get an orgasm. The heavy wire would bury itself in my skin to cause a deep pain and black bruises. Worst of all the barbs would dig into my rib bones to cause excruciating pain.