"Why would you want these? These are terrible. The women must have suffered terribly before they died."

He snatched it out of my hand but then offered an explanation.

"I keep those to remind me not to get carried away."

That made sense. I was relieved he would keep them to make sure he didn't hurt someone too badly.

I changed the subject to ask him about the strange wire whip that had created so much excitement without leaving bad welts.

"That is my own invention. The handle contains several batteries to create a painful electric shock when you are hit. Nude dancers have me use it because the marks are gone in an hour but the pain is plenty bad enough to get them off."

"Oh yes! I know what that is like. I was touched by a cattle prod while wrapped in barbed wire."

"God! That must have cut you up!"

"Yes but they were just little cuts that healed in a few days."

"The whip is better. It won't cut you."

"Okay. Should we try it?"

"No. Not yet. Like I said you should be excited by lesser things first. Pick out two other whips."

I decided to let him know I was tough and picked out a long buggy whip and a cat of nine tails that had knots in each tail.

He was impressed. "Those are mean whips. You are lucky I know how to use them."

"Don't be too easy. I won't be excited unless there are welts."

"There will be welts. How do you want to be tied?"

"I think if I spread my legs real wide I can fit those iron manacles on the wall."

"If you do that I can only hit either the front or back of your body. It might be better for you to hang in the center of the room so I can spread the lashes around more."

I began to think he would be wimpy too and said, "I don't want them spread around. I want to be hit where I am sensitive. I'll face out so you can hit my front. If I stay conscious you are a wimp."

"I think you are all talk but we will see. Strip so I can see my targets."

I just had on the shorts and T-shirt so I was naked in a moment and backed up to the wall stretching out my arms and legs so he could snap the padded iron manacles on me.

I said, "About twenty with each whip should be about right."

"I'll make that decision. I'll know when you are ready for the next whip and when you have reached the ultimate orgasm. I can't have you screaming. This place is not sound-proof enough."

At that he jammed a rubber ball in my mouth so big it stretched my lips and tied it behind my head. That scared me because I would not be able to beg for mercy if it became too bad but it also excited me to be so completely helpless.

Then he said, "Watch your tits. You will be fascinated by the effect of this whip."

He picked up the buggy whip which I thought was worse than the cat. He had to step way back because it was almost eight feet long.

Then it hit at the top part of my tits. There was a loud "Snap!" followed by a deep sting as I saw it sink into my breasts to pop back out leaving a deep red stripe. It really hurt and tears popped out of my eyes.

He came over to feel the welt then said, "You have good strong skin. The rest can be a little harder."

I shook my head and moaned but he ignored me and brought another about an inch lower. This brought out another scream through my nose but he ignored it and brought it into me again. He was really expert with the whip. I saw the red lines perfectly spaced slowly working toward my nipples. The next hit just at the edge of the pinkness on the outside of my nipple. I closed my eyes tightly because I knew the next would hit directly on them and I could not stand to see it.

There was a terrible pain as it hit dead center on both nipples. I came! I had never cum with so few lashes. He had only hit me six times and more amazing he knew it.

"Good. That is your first orgasm. I'll give you some more with the Cat then you will be ready for the electricity."

He picked up the cat and used it on my breasts and pussy until they were covered with polka-dots and I began coming some more.

Finally he picked up the electric whip which he only used on my nipples and clit to make my muscles spasm so bad I thought I may dislocate my joints althoug I was crying hysterically monster orgasms ripped through my body until I passed out.

I woke up lying on the floor. He was putting ointment on my welts and blossoms. When he saw I was awake he said, "This stuff is for sunburn but I found it works very well on skin made red by the whip. I did a good job. I never broke your skin. Aren't you going to thank me?"

"Oh yes! Thank you! I have never cum so hard so fast. You are wonderful!"

"Good. You can thank me by swallowing my dick."

"Oh yes that is the least I can do."

"I want it to last so I don't want you to use your hands. Kneel with your legs apart. He wrapped fish line around my wrists with alligator clips on the ends then pulled my hands down to my pussy and snapped the clamps on my pussy lips.

"How does that feel?"

"It hurts bad. Will you take them off when you cum?"

"It must not hurt enough because you aren't crying and are asking questions."

He took out more clamps and lined them up on my lips then put two more on each nipple. By then I was crying as the pain was relentless and seemed to be getting worse by the moment.

"That must be about right. You can take your mind off the pain by playing with your clit while you suck me."

He was right. I began a new series of orgasms and hoped he would take a long time to cum so I could continue to stroke my clit with one hand while tugging at the biting clamps with the other.

Just when I thought I would collapse he flooded my mouth with his cum then stood up to pull his shorts and pants back up. He pushed me onto my back and began taking off the clips. Amazingly they hurt more being taken off than they had when he put them on.

I just laid there kind of dreamy then asked, "Did you take a picture of me?"

"Of course. You are a star of my collection."

"Thank you. Could I see it please?"

He went to the drawer and got it to hand it to me. He had taken three. One of all of me then close-ups of my tits and pussy. I was amazed. My body looked awful. Either I was unconscious for quite awhile or that ointment did miracles. I was proud that I could stand that much pain. I was sure other girls would feel sick just by looking at them and imagining how their bodies would feel.

"You are really good with the whip. I must have been just on the verge of bleeding. Maybe next time you could let me bleed just a little. Then my picture could really stand out from the others."

"Maybe but we would need a couple of days for you to heal and if you were willing to go that far we should go to my cabin in the woods miles from anyone so you can let yourself scream."

"You have a cabin? That would be great. I saw a picture once where a black woman was hung from a tree and whipped with a long black whip while a crowd of people watched. We couldn't have a crowd but you might be able to get a whip like that."

"I have one. I haven't used it because it is so long and heavy it is impossible to use it lightly and up to you no-one has been willing to be cut."

"Oh I don't want to be cut much. Just enough so I can have a few scars on my tits, stomach and crotch so I can see them in my mirror to excite me."

"I don't know. Young girls have a tendency to have big mouths. If you can keep your mouth shut about today we may arrange a week-end sometime but you can't tell anyone. Not even your brother who knows you like to be whipped."

Oh I won't. I won't even let him see me naked until all the red is gone. Next weekend would be perfect. It is a three day weekend and my folks are going on a trip. I can tell my brother I am going to visit a friend. I know he would like the house to himself. He has a new girlfriend he is training to be his slave.