They led me over to two homemade winches made by putting handles into logs with ropes on the ends and had me lie on my stomach while padded cuffs were put on my wrists and ankles.They tightened the ropes until I was stretched enough to make my back bow but still left my tummy and nipples touching the floor with my arms and legs pulled open. I swung myself sideways to feel my nipples drag in the dirt.

Sam said, "See if you can lift your body off the floor."

By straining hard I was able to lift myself a couple of inches but it took so much effort I could only hold it a few seconds.

Sam said,"Perfect. Put a rope around her stomach to the ceiling to hold her up."

When he had moved the camera to face another tarp he pulled off I suddenly realized why Sam had volunteered to prune the roses. He revealed a two feet by three feet sheet of plywood with boards around the sides to hold a bed of rose branches. I had pricked my fingers while picking roses and realized my whole torso would soon be lying on them.

I whimpered, "No. Please no. That will hurt awfully."

Sam said, "Are you ready to confess?"

I stayed in character convincing my self confession would bring about my being burned at the stake and again said I was innocent.

They grabbed the bed and dragged it under my body.

Sam said, "You can hold yourself off them if they hurt too much."

Bill slowly lowered the rope around my stomach until thorns dug into my nipples and I stayed off them by straining to lift myself as he untied the rope. It took too much effort. I could only hold myself up for seconds before my muscles cramped and I let myself down only to strain up again as thorns dug into my skin and nipples.

They watched fascinated as I strained to lift myself only to sink again until I was too tired to lift again and simply laid on the thorns trying to remain perfectly still to avoid new punctures.

They soon became bored with me just lying there and Bill stepped on my butt to push my pussy into the torns and cause my nipples to drag across them. I screamed as hundreds more thorns dug in with one right on my clitoris.

Sam said excitedly, "That's the look of agony I wanted. Go to the winches."

I used the last of my strength to lift up my nipples and pussy hoping the tightening of my body would lift me completely off them.

To my horror rather than tightening the ropes they loosened them and my body settled into the thorns with no possibility of lifting myself. I struggled at first then realized the movemnt was just making it worse and remained still as they moved my arms to stretch out at my sides and retie them. Then they pulled my legs out to the sides and retied them allowing my pussy lips to open to let in even more thorns. They let me lie there with hundreds of thorns digging in to me I cried at first but then the thorns at my breasts and pussy began to excite me and I began rolling from side to side to let them move.

Sam exclaimed, "Shit! She is getting in to this. I want the look of agony back. Bill, you are the heaviest. Fuck her ass."

Bill picked up a clippers and trimmed the branches behind my crotch to avoid being stuck then laid on me to drive his dick into my ass. He began undulating his body to move his weight from my back to butt as he drove in his dick to cause even more thorns to bury themselves into me. Sam said,"Great. The look of agony is back."

It wasn't really agony. I was working myself into fantastic orgasms as I squirmed to move the thorns buried in me by his weight. I reached the ultimate orgasm and passed out shortly after Steve replaced Bill.

I woke suddenly when a bucket of icy water was thrown on me. Now that the orgasms were over I was simply in great pain and began sobbing.

Sam said, "Perhaps she isn't a heretic. Maybe she is just a common slut out at night for sex. Would you like to suck and fuck us slut?"

That would get me off the thorns. I cried, "Yes! Please fuck me."

They lifted me off the thorns making me realize I had been lying there untied. They stripped and Steve and Bill stood at my back and front. Steve directed his dick in my asshole. Bill drove into my pussy then Sam stood on a chair to pull my head around to jam his dick in my mouth.

It felt so wonderful to receive nothing but pleasure that after they came I thanked them then went to my knees to lick their juices and mine off their dicks.

In return they washed the blood off the front of my body. I think we were all amazed that the only marks of my ordeal were tiny punctures that had already healed to form pin-point scabs. We were all relieved because when thy had lifted me off the thorns my whole torso was covered in blood.

Sam had me put on another dark dress then had me face the bench he sat behind with the camera behind him to say, "You have convinced me of your innocence. You are herewith absolved of guilt and are released. He got up and turned off the camera and we all realized the film was over.

Steve and Bill were disappointed and so was I. Steve said, "Is that it! Jesus this has been great. There must be more things we can do to her."

Sam said, "No. to follow the storyline each torture would have to be worse than the last and there is nothing more we can do that would not leave lasting scars."

I argued, "Actually whipping with the willow whip hurt more than the thorns. You could whip me some more."

"No we have done that and the agonized look on your face while you were being fucked on the thorns was perfect and your total submission at the end would convince anyone that if you were guilty you would confess.

Bill said, "I have an idea. We could start over with another girl. Lisa, do you know any other girls like you?"

"No I don't think so. Oh wait. I don't know any girls but I know a woman who can get off on greater pain than me. It is my gym teacher."

Steve said, "Hey I know her. She is pretty and has a great bod but everybody thinks she is a lesbian."

Bill said, "It would be great to force a lesbian to fuck and suck men. How do you know she gets off on pain?"

I told them all about the tape I had seen. Steve thought that was great. "If you can get a copy of that tape we could use it to blackmail her into doing a movie."

I said I would try but I didn't have much hope since I couldn't get a copy of my own tape.

Sam said sternly "I want a copy of her tape. Even you have not been willing to be punished that bad untied. Even if I can't get her as a subject I can still dub her into my next tape."

"Well I'll try but he wouldn't even let his best friend have a copy."

"You get it no matter what you have to do. If you don't your ass, tits and pussy will be black and blue for a week. As an extra incentive tell him he can have a copy of the movie we made.

That scared me as I had no doubt he would carry out his threat.

I was sure Jim would not let me have the tape without payment which would be painful so I decided to wait until the folks went to their dog show the next weekend to let me heal if I needed it.

I was fucked by one or more of the boys all week but that just whetted my appetite for something spectacular.

Shortly after my folks and Sam left I walked down to the drugstore. I was disappointed when Jim said he had a lot of prescriptions to fill to be picked up and to come back after three PM.

I spent the time in the park at the arboretum getting more and more excited as I watched branches moving in the breeze and imagining them hitting me and seeing trees I could be tied to. I even hung from a branch to imagine myself naked while people walked by on the sidewalk and men in cars looked at my belly button made bare by my half-shirt and low cut shorts.

By three o'clock I was incredibly horny. I went in to the store and waited impatiently as a little old lady paid for her prescription while recounting all her aches and pains. It seemed endless and I was happy Jim also got impatient and finally took her elbow to lead her to the door.