Thank God this made me bleed enough to scare him and his friends and he promised never to do it again as they put salve on me and licked my pussy to provide a reward. Even with salve some of the cuts got infected and I begged off gym class as I was ashamed of my ugly bruised and scabby body.

My only consolation was that he thought I was wonderful to submit to pain too terrible to allow me to overcome it with excitement.

Of course he delighted in demonstrating his power over me at parties and would go along with almost any form of torture his friends thought up that their girls would not do.

One night they put me in the bathtub and had me be their toilet. I had to hold my mouth open while the boys and girls peed in it. I didn't have to swallow it but it would run out of my mouth and down on my body. I smelled awful when the time was up. Even the people who normally drank booze chose to drink beer so there was a line of people waiting their turn for the whole two hours. I felt terribly humiliated but was consoled by the amazement of everyone at my willing to submit to anything to please Todd.

I began to doubt Todd's love since he was having me fuck or suck his friends but he told me that there was no reason for him to get jealous since I was doing it only because he ordered it and only if he or I were compensated.

I got really good at sucking cock, I learned to get even the biggest cocks down my throat and learned to make my tongue flutter on a girl's clit to make her scream with crashing orgasms. At least four or five times a night a girl or guy would ask Todd to have me suck them off. He never refused as long as they reciprocated by letting him give their girl a painful whipping afterward or give me a light whipping while I was fucking or sucking so I could have an orgasm. The guy's would always volunteer their girls. Todd made them earn it by whipping their nipples or clits with a hard skinny whip I had told him was very painful.

I enjoyed telling them they were wimps when they screamed and sobbed trying to break loose from the people holding them with their legs spread for the ordeal.

He made one exception in his decision not to puncture me. For one of the parties he thought it would be wild to make a shiny bathing suit for me by covering my breasts and pussy lips with thumb-tacks. He bent the points into a hook then sharpened them so they would stay in and put them in early so all the bleeding would stop before we got there. By the time we got to the party I found they did not hurt bad unless I let my legs get too close together. I was the talk of the party! Everybody wanted a close inspection and to press on the tacks. Thank God he had left the nipples bare.

Later on that night one of the guys put on a "Demonstration."

He had his girl kneel then tied her wrists and elbows behind her back so her tits were pushed out. I knew just what she was feeling as he put eight big fish-hooks in each breast. I winced as every one dug in. I watched in disbelief as he picked up the heavy nylon line tied to the hooks and lifted her off the ground with her tits. All she could do was scream through her nose as he had put a ball-gag in her mouth as soon as she knelt down. I knew she would end up with stretch marks on her tits like mine. I prayed that Todd would not want to do that with me. When I asked him I was relieved to hear him say,

"Hell no. I don't need to copy somebody else's Idea."

He didn't want to be one-upped though so he announced he had a contest. They were to guess how many thumb-tacks I had in me and the best guess would be able to give me that many lashes followed by one of my famous blowjobs.

When he had gathered the slips of paper with their name and guess on them he arranged them by number. I noticed that some people had guessed the same number. I hoped I wouldn't have to take a double or triple dose if one of those numbers were right. I was relieved to hear the rules.

"I will take out the tacks one at a time so you know the count is right. If there is more than one winner and the lashes don't come out equally when divided we will add enough so each winner will get the same count."

He had me stand untied in front of them with my legs spread as far as they would go then started removing the tacks. With the little hooks they hurt more coming out than they had going in. When he had it out he would hold it up in the air till the audience yelled the number then drop it in a bowl.

I would have guessed a hundred or more. The count took forever and the pain seemed to increase with each one. The nearly constant pain got to me. By the last tack I was panting and juice was beginning to drool from my cunt.

The count was 87 and since there were two winners Todd raised the count to 88 so they would each have 44. A girl and a guy had the winning numbers. I was not happy about the girl as she would know the most sensitive places to hit me and they always hit harder than the boys trying to get me to scream and beg for mercy like they did when it was their turn to be lashed. No matter how bad it was I tried to keep my reactions to whimpers and moans because I knew it made Todd proud for me to be brave.

They decided that they would make it a team effort with both of them hitting me at once. They also decided not to tie me so I could get into different positions for them. This was bad. They would hit me five or six times each then stop to decide on another position while people in the audience yelled out suggestions. With the concentration and will-power it took to hold position and delays between lashes to decide on and assume the positions I was afraid I was just going to end up with a body on fire without the compensation of orgasm. Some of the positions took a lot of willpower. Especially squeezing my tits out and up with my hands while arching back so they could lash the nipples. Your natural inclination when your nipples are hit is to hunch over and put your hands over them. In the effort to keep from doing that I found I was squeezing them more with each lash making them harder and more sensitive. The same with lying on your back and holding your legs up and out so they can lash your pussy. You just have to bring your legs together on some of the harder ones. I would much rather have them tied apart.

Thankfully they hit on a position they both loved. They put me on one of the tables, put my ass up on a concrete block to make my snatch and anus accessible. My head and shoulders went off the end of the table to arch my back and stick out my tits then they tied my wrists and ankles together. They used their last thirty some lashes in that position and I was able to go into mind boggling orgasms as they whipped every accessible inch of my torso.

I was so weak from the pain and exhaustion from my orgasms I had to rest about a half hour before I was ready to give the blowjobs with everyone gathered around to cheer when the girl screamed and laugh at the boy's grotesque face as he became close.

Todd made it up to me later when he put on my salve, went down on me and kissed and hugged me till we went to sleep.

I had never used birth control since I was not old enough to go on the pill without approval of my parents. God knows Todd and the other guys were not going to take time to put on rubbers. Since I was being fucked two or three times a day I naturally got pregnant.

I was so dumb I was happy about it. I was sure Todd would marry me eventually and this would just hurry him along. I hurried over after leaving the doctors office to tell Todd.

"Todd! I'm pregnant. Isn't it wonderful! I hope it looks just like you." His reaction devastated me.

"Are you out of your fucking mind! Get an abortion. I am not about to drag some dumb bitch and a squalling rug-rat through college."

"Todd! I can't kill our baby!"

"Then get lost bitch. Don't try to call me.