The men took their girls over to be bound. It was easy to see which ones were mean because they would lift their girls clear off the floor to really cause them to stretch while others just lifted their arms above their heads to leave them flat footed.

It didn't really matter because Jon tied the ankle of the girl on the end to the wall with her legs spread then put manacles from her other leg to the girl next to her until we were looking at the five of them looking like five "X,s" with their legs spread widely and all hanging by their arms.

I asked Jon if we should whip them all at the same time or separately. "Whip them all at the same time but take your time. We are in no hurry. Spread the lashes evenly on their butts, thighs, breasts, stomach and pussies."

We were only able to comply on the crying girl because the brave girl half-way through begged us to hit faster to get it over with and the excited girls began to cry "Faster! Harder!" as they approached orgasm. Sandra was the only one to hit really hard. Her lashes left welts while we just turned them red.

When it was over we were all so excited we could hardly wait for them to be unbound so we could start another orgy.

When we were all completely sated Sandra said, "God! I have never been so thrilled in my whole life. When can we do it again?"

The girl who had hated it began to cry again and her husband said, "I don't think we should let you whip again. Look at poor Marie. You caused terrible welts on her breasts and pussy."

That was true and Sandra had not spread them as we had. She had put all the lashes on her tits and pussy.

Jon said, "I agree. You should make it up to her by going down on her to match pain with pleasure."

"Forget that! I am not queer. The thought of sticking my tongue in her hairy pussy makes me gag."

Jon turned to her husband and said, "She should have to make it up somehow. If she doesn't want to go down on her she should let Marie return the pain by giving her the twenty-five lashes she received."

Marie brightened up right away. "Really?! I would love to get even with her."

Sandra whined, "That is not fair. I won those lashes fair and square. It is not my fault she is such a wimp."

Jon said, "All right. You just won't be invited next time."

Her husband did not like that! "Bullshit. You were really mean and deserve to pay for it."

He grabbed one of her arms and motioned for Jon to take the other so they could pull her over to the ropes while she pulled back and moaned, "No. No." over and over.

While they tied her arms over her head Marie tied her legs way apart. Then she walked up to look at Sandra's tear soaked face and suddenly slapped Sandra's pussy with her hand hard enough to make her gasp then said, "Good. I can get to it."

Marie's personality changed from her former whininess to pure bitch. She alternated lashes from hard uppercuts to Sandra's rapidly reddening pussy to downward and across her tits always hitting the nipples and giggling in enjoyment at Sandra's screams and moans.

I watched in fascination as each lash to her tits caused them to contort and bob violently then moved closer to see some of the thongs actually go into her gaping pussy causing high pitched screams. Marie did not waste one of the twenty five lashes. Each one hit either a nipple or the lips of her pussy. When she finished Sandra looked like she was wearing a red bikini because her body was white except for her red and welted breasts and the vee of her pussy.

I became very excited as it seemed I could feel every one of her lashes to my body. To add to this I found I was pinching my pussy or nipples in cadence with the whip.

I think she would have kept it up till she dropped from exhaustion if Jon had not grabbed the whip out of her hand at the twenty-sixth lash.

Marie did a strange thing. She went over and kissed Sandra and said quietly while caressing Sandra's red and bruised pussy, "Poor thing. Does you pussy hurt?"

Sandra moaned, "Oh awful! It is on fire."

Marie said, "Then this won't matter." and before any of us knew what she was up to she grabbed a handful of Sandra's pussy hair and ripped it out!

Sandra screamed really loud while Marie ran laughing to the elevator with her husband following.

We really felt sorry for Sandra and let her down to caress salve on her till she calmed down enough to say. "I'll get even with her."

That started a war between them. They were anxious to get the games started at other parties. We played every type of card game and also dice and board games. The other girls and I dreaded the times they were both winners because they would compete to see which of them could get the greatest screams from the victim in front of them. Fortunately most of the time one of them would be one of the losers and when that happened the rest of us didn't have to worry about being hurt by them because whichever one of them lost would get all the lashes by the other.

The rest of us just hit each other at the right speed and force to become terrifically excited.

Finally they were getting cuts and bruises so Marie made peace by hitting very easy then going down on Sandra till she had several explosive orgasms. Sandra responded in kind even going down on her which I knew she hated and from then on we all shared lashes trying to bring on the most excitement with the pain possible.

One night I had won but after giving thirty lashes to the girls I felt a terrible need to feel them myself and said, "You men are being left out. Please give me thirty lashes."

To my surprise the other winners agreed with me and also volunteered. The men loved it. Especially when the losers would suck their dicks while they whipped the winners.

From that point on there was no need to play the games. We would just draw lots to see which of us would be whipped by girls and which by men. In turn we were allowed to set the number of lashes we needed to get to whatever point of excitement we wished to reach by just saying, "Mercy," when we wanted to switch over to being fucked or sucked.

We also began using the dungeon so the girls could choose their method of bondage. Some liked to be stretched by winches on tables or in the air. Some liked to prove their courage by just holding onto something without any attempt to avoid the lash.

I tried them all but found the most satisfaction came from simply kneeling or standing with my hands behind my head so I could enjoy all the compliments on my bravery while I watched my tits and pussy being yanked out of position by the whip or strap in a mirror on the wall I always faced to see my skin becoming a deep red as the heat and pain increased.

All of us girls developed great bodies since it was a natural reflex to tighten our muscles in anticipation of a lash combined with the tension applied when we were bound in positions that strained the muscles.

We were very proud of them and enjoyed going to the beaches to glory in the admiring stares of the men and boys at the beach.

This led Jon to suggest we go enmasse to a strip club to enter their amateur nude dance contest. We girls were all for it but some of the men objected because it was so sleazy.

They finally agreed with the provision we would have to make them proud of our performance by winning the contest. if we did not win a prize we would get fifty lashes. This was not really a deterrent since we all had become to love the excitement of the lash so we all agreed.

Then we got the bad news. The lashes would be put on ten at a time slowly spaced with a break between sets and we were to take them unbound in the position of their choice. There was also a gamble involved. We would have to pick a card turned face down. If we got an ace the ten lashes would fall on our pussies, a king would be for breasts, a queen for our inner thighs and a jack for our butts. If we were really unlucky all of them could end up hitting an area especially sensitive. We were all different on this. I hated my inner thighs being hit because it hurt awful without being directly connected to sex while other girls hated having their breasts hit.