When Lance came around to the front he was shocked at her appearance.

"Jesus, Heather! You have really gone too far this time. When she comes to she will split out of here and we will never see her again. We will be lucky if she doesn't go to the cops."

"Oh relax. It isn't nearly as bad as it looks. Wait till we clean her up. The cops will never get involved as long as we don't hurt her so bad she has to go to a hospital."

We carried her over to the pool area and washed off the blood. Once the blood was gone it really didn't look too bad. She had hundreds of little punctures from the thorns but the branch had not left bad welts and we could see some of the redness fading already.

He began spreading salve on her crotch while I put it on her breasts being careful not to get any on her nipples. He finished before I did and watched me curiously.

"Why aren't you putting any on her nipples? They will be super sore. There is still a little pus coming out of the blisters you broke."

"We have to disinfect them silly. We don't want them to get infected. Go get the 'Merthiolate'."

"Shit! That stuff burns like hell. Why don't you use iodine? It will do the same thing and won't hurt as bad."

"Look I know what I am doing. You know I have read all those books on anatomy and medicine. Trust me."

I knew he would go along with me. I had been fascinated with anatomy and medicine sine I had a tonsil operation when I was ten. When a doctor in town died I bought his entire medical library and read it avidly. Especially the books on surgical procedures. When I was twelve I anesthetized our dog and cut out two feet of his intestine and sewed the ends back together. He recovered nicely but when I proudly told Mother about it she got all upset and took away my surgical instruments. I thought that was totally unfair and asked her how I could become a doctor if I couldn't practice. She just told me I could go to school like everybody else. when I found out you had to go to school for twelve years I decided that would be a waste of time and searched the house every time she left till I found my instruments up in the attic. I still studied the books and when I found out that pigs had almost the same internal organs as humans I began buying piglets to operate on. I was successful except for lung and heart transplants but I blamed that on my lack of sophisticated equipment. Lance was proud of me because so many of my "patients" lived and became my assistant. I wanted her awake before Lance came back and suggested we put on the Merthiolate while she was still unconscious so I began slapping her face with a wet towel till she began to moan and opened her eyes.

When he got back she was feeling her body and smiling.

"Oh my body isn't hurt bad at all. I thought it would be all torn up since it hurt so much."

"It wouldn't have hurt so much if you had not begged for more."

"I know! I am not blaming you! I am just happy I am alright."

Lance looked at us and shook his head in disbelief then handed me the Merthiolate.

I said, Your nipples may get infected since the blisters have broken so I will put some Merthiolate on them."

"Oh that really burns. I know because I used to get blisters on my heels because my shoes didn't fit right. Mom would pop the blisters and put that stuff on them. It really burned but it was good for me since they healed up fast." She thought a minute then continued. "Mom had to have Dad hold my leg because I would try to get away when she put it on. This might hurt worse. Maybe you should tie me down."

"Yes it would be easier to put it on if you weren't moving around."

We put her on the kitchen table and tied her arms and legs to it. Then Lance made several wraps of rope around her stomach and the table. When we told her to try to move the only thing mobile was her head.

I used the little glass dauber to put it on. I could have got it over in a few seconds by just dabbing with a cotton ball but it was more fun to make it last. She screamed and howled at first but by the time I had used up the bottle she was just moaning and sobbing.

When we untied her she sat up on the table and pulled me to her by my shoulders to kiss me. Then she said, "Thank you for taking care of me." I almost giggled when I saw Lance behind her mouthing silently "Do you believe this!"

I pulled her head next to mine and grinned at Lance while I said, "You know how I like to be thanked."

As she dropped to her knees she said "Oh yes." and drove her tongue into my slit. This made Lance horny so he sat on the table and stuck his prong in my mouth. We came simultaneously but since I jerked back at climax his cum blew out on my tits.

I looked down at the white slime and said, "Jesus Lance. You came all over my tits."

Shirley said, "I'll clean you!" and proceeded to lick up every drop. By then we really needed a drink so I sent Shirley to the bar to make them. When she was out of sight Lance said, "Well you were right Sis. You obviously know this bitch better than I do. She is totally unreal! You tear up her body with thorns, burn her nips with Merthiolate and the crazy broad thanks you."

"Yeah, well I have more news. She told me she has a girlfriend who gets off on whipping too. Better yet we can have her."

Lance looked doubtful. "God I don't know if I could handle that. She is keeping me drained all by herself."

"That is the whole point you ninny. Shirley can't get off enough. With another girl we can have them do each other while we watch and rest up."

"Oh yeah! Have you seen this girl?"

"No, but Shirley says she is pretty."

At that point Shirley came back with the drinks. Lance and I were both fucked out so I taped cotton balls to her nipples so they wouldn't rub raw again on her dress and took her home.

We slept so soundly we were almost late for school. Lance called a multiple list real estate office and told them what we were looking for. At noon he told me excitedly that the man told him he had found just what we were looking for and would meet us after school to look at it.

The place was about twelve miles out of town. The real estate man bored us silly with stories about the people on ranches on the way to the place. Finally we got to a big gate blocking a gravel road, The forest on both sides of the gate had signs saying. "No hunting or trespassing. Violators will be prosecuted. After he opened the gate he told us that the road was essentially our private road. The owners of the place we were going to had sold the land around their farm to Weyerhauser Timber but they had found spotted owls on it so Weyerhauser couldn't log it. Then he told us the "sad" story. The original owner had homesteaded the place and had made a fair living raising vegetables. When his son inherited it he decided the deer, Elk, etc were eating too many veggies so he spent a fortune fencing the whole place with an eight foot high electrified fence to keep them out. This and buying a bunch of un-needed equipment and remodeling the house had broke him. Because of this we could buy the place cheap from the bank that had foreclosed on it.

When he opened the gate at the driveway to the ranch he warned us not to touch the fence. He had accidentally touched it on his first inspection and his arm had been numb the rest of the day.

About ten blocks later we saw the house. It was not very big but seemed sound. There was also a big barn and about twenty acres of land. That really excited Lance because he was taking flying lessons. Dad was a big believer in any kind of education or skill training. He had told Lance that he would buy him an airplane if he got his licence so he could fly Mom around to go shopping. "Heather! If we got the place I could put in an airstrip and I could park the plane in the barn." I was skeptical. The more I saw the more expensive this place was looking to me. What sold me was when he showed us the basement. The owners had used it for cool storage for veggies. It had a nine foot ceiling with gobs of open beams to hang things from and solid concrete walls with no windows. The real estate man explained that it could easily be heated by opening the ducts to it from the furnace and the big wooden door at the north end could be replaced by windows if we wanted to convert it to a rec- room. I wanted to make a rec-room alright but it would be nothing like what he had in mind. I was already placing hooks, winches, stretching racks and pillories in my mind. I asked the question I feared would kill my daydream. "How much would this cost."