Tim was actually pretty easy on me and if I had not been surprised by a lash between my shoulder blades I would have been able to avoid punctures. That one caused me to flinch into the nails. It felt as if hundreds of nails went into my boobs but when I was turned around they only found four nails had been sharp enough to actually stick in to me. They did not count the places that were just red.

Mom did not do as well she had punctures in her nipples and also on her pussy. Bob had given her several lashes between the cheeks of her ass and she had flinched twice. They had whipped us one at a time so those not being whipped could watch.

Then we got the bad news. They just turned us around in front of the nails for my tits and Mom's tits and pussy to be whipped. We were told if we flinched again we could be turned around endlessly until we learned to take them.

I was able to take my twenty to my flopping boobs because I could see them coming and remain braced. I was proud of Mom .Bob forehanded and back handed her boobs so hard they were pushed into her armpits but she took it. Then she got hit directly on her clitoris and flinched back to puncture her butt. On the next round she gritted her teeth and braced herself well enough to take the last fifteen on her ass with no flinch at all.

Then she did an amazing thing. She shuddered then asked Bob to fuck her ass while tied there.

Bob exclaimed, "There is no way you can avoid the nails if I do that!"

"I know. I deserve the extra pain for what I did."

I was afraid she was about to confess fucking the black men which I knew would bring on terrible punishment but instead she began pushing her breasts into the nails until they flattened while we watched in fascination. That convinced Bob and he drove his dick into her ass causing her pussy to jam into the nails at each thrust.

Tim and I stared in amazement to see her going into orgasm long before Bob came.

They released her and went down on us till we had glorious orgasms then Bob gently washed the blood off her breasts and pussy, to our surprise there was no damage other than hundreds of little punctures. I felt guilty for not offering to suffer more since the lashes had just made me cum and asked Tim if he wanted to do that to me but he said he was satisfied that I had not protested being whipped in front of the wall. Tim made us a great dinner. After dinner we just hugged and kissed and fondled while we watched S&M porn movies on the large screen TV. One thing we saw intrigued me. It seemed really simple. A girl stood on tip-toes with a thick rough hemp rope running from the ceiling between her legs and back up to the ceiling with the rope buried in the crack of her ass and between the lips of her pussy. I told Tim I wanted to try it. It was fabulous! The slightest movement caused the rough rope to scrape against my ass-hole and clit and in a short time my legs would cramp and I would have to let down my heels till I was being supported just by the rope digging into my pussy. I had mindboggling orgasms and my clit was super-sensitive for several days. For the first time in a long time I could get off just by finger fucking myself.

For a couple of weeks we were all satisfied by light whipping and spankings then they decided to show us another thing they had invented.

They took us down to the basement greased up the pipes and lifted us up to let our pussies envelop them. I could feel mine pressing against my cervix.

Bob explained, "This is a little device to test Mother Daughter love. You will be sitting on the pipes for five minutes. The metal you are sitting on is the negative and the pipe is positive for the electrical current. Tim has done some research. You will be getting progressively more voltage but very little amperage so you will not be burned. We will flip a coin. The winner will push her button which will start shocks going to the others pussy. One shock every two seconds. When it reaches maximum you will not be able to pass it back to the other.

It sounded kind of exciting especially since I trusted Tim to limit the voltage so we would not be really hurt. I won the toss and pushed my button.

Mom ripped and jumped as much as she could on her pipe for a few seconds and then hit her button. I got shocks hard enough to cause the muscles to contract but it was more exciting than painful so I passed it back to Mom since she had been such a wimp to see if she could get off on it. She fought so hard I thought she might rip her pussy and slapped her hand around on the board trying to find the button with her eyes clenched shut. Finally she hit it and sent the current back to me. Now it was terrible! All my muscles tensed and my clit felt as if it would catch fire. I thought It must be at maximum and hit the button to prove it to myself. It wasn't!

Mom began thrashing around and then just fell off to her side in what I thought was a faint. They turned it off and untied her feet to lift her off the pipe.

Suddenly Bob looked alarmed. He put his head to her chest and then began giving her mouth to mouth respiration. He stopped long enough to yell at Tim to call an ambulance. While waiting for the ambulance Tim got me loose and told me to get dressed. He picked up bra,panties and a dress for Mom. By the time I got dressed they had dressed Mom and carried her upstairs just as the ambulance slid to a stop in front of the door.

The men in the ambulance rushed her into it and the man in the back started working on her as they drove off. We followed the ambulance to the hospital while I cried hysterically.

When we got there a doctor came out of the emergency room and told us she had died of a massive heart attack. I got so hysterical they had to give me a shot to calm me down. On the way home I moaned to Tim.

"Oh Tim! I killed my own mother. I feel so terribly guilty. I should confess to the police so they can kill me."

"Hush. You didn't kill her. She must have had a weak heart or else was awful susceptible to electricity. That should never have killed her. You took just as much and it didn't kill you."

"Nooo! I didn't take as much I gave her the maximum!"

"The last bit was very little more than you took. It wasn't enough more to do it."

He might have been right but the fact remained she couldn't pass the shock back to me and the panic when she found that out may have been the last straw. In any case if I had not got involved with Tim and got her to meet Bob she would be alive now.

I am so filled with guilt that nothing I beg Bob or Tim to do with me relieves my guilt. I am just so disgusted with myself I don't want to live. I got on the pipe and got it to the maximum. Instead of dying the way I should I ended up having a massive orgasm.

Tim and Bob don't want to hurt me as much as I demand but they have found out that if they don't I will do something even worse to myself. Ever since my screams woke them and they found I had used the winch to raise my legs into the air so I could put a lit candle in my pussy to drop hot wax onto the bottom of my tits and begin to fry my pussy they have agreed to anything I ask just to keep me from killing myself. Now I demand that all my whipping is done while I press my body against the nails on the wall.

I am writing this in the event that I am killed while under torture. I want everyone to know that Bob or Tim is not to be blamed for it. I deserve to die in the most painful way possible.

THE END

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