He said, "You look so sexy I will fuck you but I want to save the whipping for the movie."

He teased me by slowly taking off his clothes to fold them neatly on a chair while I whined, "Hurry. Please hurry!."

He simply lifted my legs up to his waist and fucked me but it was not enough. It was exciting but I knew I could not get to the really great orgasm and begged him to hurt me.

He ignored me and I felt frustrated when he came and pulled out to let me down.

I begged him to fuck me again and even offered to push out my boobs for him to whip but he said, "No. I want you super horny tomorrow."

I told him I had read about the Inquisition and all the tortures were too bad to endure without bad injuries and asked him what he would do to me.

He said, "I am not going to tell you because the real heroine wouldn't know and I want an honest reaction. When you are real horny you get a desparate frightened look on your face that will be perfect. Your only lines will be begging for mercy and protests that you are not a heretic and do not consort with the devil.

For the rest of the evening he teased me by playing with my body and giving me light spankings that brought my excitement to a desparate level. Finally he held out his hands with his thumbs barely touching his first fingers aand told me to put my nipples under his thumbs. When I did it he pinched them very hard. I pulled back in pain and he laughed saying, "That's the idea. Try to get away."

I pulled back again harder but my nipples stretched alarmingly as my breasts formed cones and I had to move forward. He laughed and said, "Nice try." then led me to my bedroom by my nipples. By then my excitement was overriding the pain and when he let go to tell me to get in bed and began tying my wrists to the headposts and my ankles to the footposts I was sure I would be fucked and that I would surely cum. He didn't fuck me! He just walked away leaving me frustrated and no way to masturbate. I finally went to sleep crying in frustration.

The next morning he released me to feed the dogs naked while he watched smirking as I shuddered as the dogs licked me. I swear if he had not been there I would have let all of them fuck me but I thought that was what he wanted and was determined to frustrate him as he had me.

When I went in he dressed me in some old fashioned panties, a full slip, a crinoline slip, and a dark dress he had found at goodwill. The dress was too big for me but the crinoline slip held it out so it did not drag on the ground and he seemed satisfied with it showing me a picture out of the encyclopedia of a woman in the 1600,s in a dress much like mine. He also showed a picture of a torturer in a black hood, bare chest and dark pants.

He led me out to the clubnouse. The three boys were already there wearing black ski masks and dark pants and carrying whips. They looked frightening but also exciting.

There was some things in the clubhouse that were not there before but they were indistinct shapes under tarps.

Sam set up the camera looking over his head and a wood table. Bill and Steve took my arms and led me up to the table then Steve said, "We have brought you a satan worshipper Lord Inquisitor, there are witnesses that she was out in the full moon."

Sam said, "Good. Wench, you may as well confess to consorting with satan now rather than wasting our time and causing yourself needless pain."

As instructed I pleaded innocent.

Sam said, "Strip her and search for the devils mark."

While Bill and Steve held me Jim began ripping off my clothes until I was totally naked. Jim went to the table and came back with three hat pins. He handed two to Bill and Steve then they began poking me with them. They concentrated on my butt cheeks, boobs and pussy leaving little red marks where the points went in. It didn't hurt too much and I started to get excited especially when they poked my cunt lips and only gasped and flinched. But then Bill pulled out my nipple and jammed the pin clear through it. It hurt horribly and I screamed.

Sam said, "Good. You have found it. The devil made her scream."

By then I was totally in character and sobbed, "No! I am innocent! Anyone would have screamed!"

Sam said, "She is stubborn. Take her to the broom."

They just held me until Sam moved the camera to face one of the tarps. He took off the tarp to show a low sawhorse with a broom stuck throgh a hole in the top of the sawhorse. Sam turned the camera back on while they led me over to it to have me straddle the broom then tied my ankles to hooks in the floor and my arms behind my back. When I was secure Steve slid the broom up to prick my pussy with the sharp straws forcing me up on tip toes.

They just watched me until my legs began shaking from the strain and I let myself go flat-footed to feel hundred of straws sticking my open pussy and asshole.Iw ould strain to raise myself again only to settle back down until I became used to it and excited by the sharp points sticking it.

Sam said, "That is obviously not enough. Make her move."

Bill and Steve walked up to my sides with big leather paddles and began alternately hitting my butt and pubic area to make me slide back and forth dragging the broomstraws through my slit. I began screaming but at the same time I found it was exciting and was nearly at orgasm when Sam said, "Hold it! She is getting raw. Bend her back and take out the broom."

Jim grabbed my shoulders and bent me back until my tailbone was resting on the end of the sawhorse and my pussy was pulled off the broomstraws. I cried, "Too soon! I was almost there!"

Sam said, "We owe you one. Bill you can fuck her but disinfect her pussy first with this."

He handed Bill a bottle of rubbing alcohol. I began whimpering "No. No!" but he ignored me and poured the alcohol on my pussy. My pussy seemed to catch on fire but perversely it was just the thing to throw me into orgasm. Bill kept them going by fucking my burning pussy. I reached back and pulled down Jim's pajamas to capture his dick in my mouth glorying in the feeling of suffocation as he drove it into my throat to make my orgasms continue until they came and let me hang doing the back-bend with my throbbing pussy dripping with Bill's juices and mine.

They saw I was exhausted and let me loose to lie on the floor where I caressed my pussy until I fell into sleep enjoying their excited comments about my incredible courage.

When I woke up Sam said, "Do you think you can take one more torture? If you do we will just fuck you and eat you until you are completely satisfied."

It seemed totally perverse to agree to even more pain and I said, "No. I don't think I can stand anymore."

"Okay. Get up and put on this spare dress. You may be ready for more next weekend."

The idea of no orgasms for an entire week was devastating. I knew Sam would avoid fucking me to make sure I was incredibly horny for the next session. I decided to bargain.

"No wait. I may do it but just one session of good orgasms is not enough. I'll do it if you will promise that at least one of you will fuck and suck me every day through next week."

Bill and Jim were quick to agree but Sam said, "I don't know. That may keep you satisfied and you won't agree to more pain. When you are horny you will agree to anything."

It was if he read my mind. That was exactly what I was hoping for. Nearly constant satisfaction might relieve my need for pain.

I tried to convince him by saying, "No. You know I may become bored with staight sex and want the pain again."

As Bill and Jim told him that was possible and urged him to agree I suddenly realized that what I said could be true.

Sam relented saying, "Okay. This last bit may cure you of wanting more pain anyway. Get her ready for the rack of pain."

I had seen the rack in my studies and the idea of being stretched and probably whipped just added to my excitement.