It soon became obvious to everyone that I was in orgasm by the way I was gasping and pulsating. One of the men yelled,"Jesus! She is getting off on this! Look! The whip is getting sopping wet from her cum!"

It was true. When Sandra finally finished and I was let down I was so exhausted I fell into a deep sleep and did not wake up until the next morning.

This time I did not wake up without pain. My thighs and pussy were badly bruised and ached all day. Actually I was amazed it was not covered with scabs. I swore I was bleeding while it was going on but the liquid I had felt running down the crack of my butt must have just been juice from my pussy.

None of the other girls were as unlucky as me. at most they got just ten to their pussies with the rest over other areas. This meant they only had to be tied standing legs spread so Sandra could get to all the places.

Even though my ordeal was awful it was worth it because watching the other girls get whipped made Jon super horny so he could fuck me at least twice after each spectacle. As an extra reward for not begging them to quit or screaming "Mercy." he promised to take me to the Carnival in Rio.

Rio was great for exhibitionists. There was a huge nude beach and the girls in the parade were almost all topless with the briefest possible panties that only hid their slit.

I had become so proud of my body from the compliments from Jon's friends it should have been heaven for me. Actually it was disappointing. I was only one of hundreds of nude girls and received little attention. After an hour or so I became bored and suggested we do some sight seeing.

We stopped at a few shops wher Jon bought me some more gold jewelry then he went into an art gallery. I was not really interested but I wandered around while he looked at paintings. There was a ton of Christ on the cross statues but one at the back of the store caught my attention since unlike all the others it was painted to look lifelike.

I walked back to it and saw it was not Christ at all. It was a girl with a great body hanging from her wrists from a cross. She was as tall as me and had a similar body. There were whipmarks across her entire front and a few marks on her breasts and crotch were oozing blood. I looked closer to see her torso was being supported by a peg in the upright pole about the size of a broomstick. Her pussy lips were all pooched out from being wrapped around the peg and there was a wrinkle at the top of her slit indicating the pressure on her pussy. I looked down to see her legs were being held open by manacles at the end of a pipe and weights like the cannon balls we had seen were attached to the end of the pipe. I looked up to see a look of agony on her face and crystal tear drops glued to her cheeks. It was so lifelike I reached out to touch it almost expecting it to be soft and warm.

I stood there fascinanted as I imagined the sting and tingle of her welts on my body when I was startled by Jon's voice.

"Oh there you are. Are you ready to go?"

I said softly, "Oh god. Jon look at this. It is so lifelike and so exciting."

"Yeah. It looks real. And it looks like you."

Then the owner came up to say, "I hope it doesn't offend you. I told Juan to put it in the back room. The church told me it was blasphhemous and I should destroy it."

I said, "No it is beautiful."

Jon said, "It looks something like my wife. How much do you want for it?"

He said two thousand but Jon knew the church was very influential and proceeded to bargain. I was offended. I wanted it at any price. They finally agreed on seven hundred and fifty.

The owner said, "While I get shipping instructions you may like to see some other nudes. He opened a door and turned on a light to reveal rows of nude women. I was not interested in most carved from marble or stone in conventional poses. I saw some of black women draped over barrels with lash marks but I could not relate to them and then I found one by the same artist and model that looked even more like me. She was posed kneeling with her knees open and her hands behind her back. There were no lash marks but she had an expression of fear and excitement on her face I recognized from seeing myself in the bedroom mirror in that pose.

Jon came in and took one look then said, "Get into that pose." I wasn't naked in my shorts and halter but I got into it.

The owner said in wonderment, "My God. Your wife could have been the model. Except this was made years ago."

Jon immediately asked what he wanted for it. This time he was not able to bargain the price down much since the pose was suitable to be seen in public. He bought it anyway then the owner recognizing Jon's interest in sadism said we might be interested in "Club Diablo" on down the street. We proceeded on down the street almost missing the club which was only marked with it's name on a door of a big brick building.

Jon and I went in and Jon spoke to a man sitting at a desk in Spanish, I couldn't understand a word. Then Jon took out his billfold and passport to show to the man. Finally he gave the man a hundred dollars and was given a card.

We went back out in the street and Jon said, "They must put on a hell of a show. I had to prove I was not a cop to join their club. It will start at nine o'clock."

I said that I was anxious to see it then he revealed another requirement. "Women are only allowed in if they are naked and bound. Do you still want to go?"

"Oh yes! It sounds much more exciting than the nude beach."

We had two hours to kill so we went to a nice restaurant for dinner and drinks but I was too excited to eat very much and mostly just drank wine.

We went to the club early at about eight thirty to get good seats. Jon showed his card and we went through a door to be met by two big men who were obviously bouncers. One of them said something to me in Spanish. I didn't understand and Jon said, "He wants you to raise your hands above your head."

I stretched up my arms and the man pulled my halter up and off me while the other man pulled off my shorts and panties. Then they pulled my hands behind me to tie my wrists with a soft rope and finally wrapped rope around my elbows to pull them tight. It was uncomfortable but the ropes forced me to push out my breasts to make them look great.

They opened another door and we were led into a brightly lit auditorium. We were met with applause and I looked around to see only two other women naked and bound like me. It was much better than the nude beach. Now I was again the center of attention as we were led to a small table with only one chair. The other women made it plain I was to kneel by Jon's leg.

A waitress came over dressed only in steel chains. One chain was wrapped around the base of her breasts to make them hard balls then padlocked together at her back. Another chain fit tightly around her waist while a third chain ran between her butt cheeks and into her pussy slit to make the lips pooch out and hooked to her waist chain. Jon ordered drinks in spanish.

When she came back she set down the drinks then handed Jon a whip made by braiding several leather bootlaces together to make a handle and said something to him.

I asked him what she had said and he told me, "The whip is to whip you in case I become bored waiting for the show."

The thought made my juices flow. There were hundreds of strange men. It would be the huge audience I had fantasized about. I said excitedly, "Do it! Let them all know I am your slave."

He had me stand up to face them then went behind me so as not to obstruct their view. The audience began to applaud and yell. The whip began coming around to sting one breast and then the other. It was just exciting with easily bearable pain. He hit them about twenty times then stopped. I stood there trembling with excitement and breathing hard as tingles from my boobs seemed to travel down my stomach.