"Now we're getting somewhere," Chris said in a very satisfied tone with the broken breath and cadence of someone who had just run a mile.
Two more strokes fell in rapid succession across my stomach. One fairly high, the other low. This was seven by my count, so I was surprised again when two more lashes found my ass soon after. Just as they had said, it was working. The sexual desire was beginning to take control of me and I closed my eyes to enjoy the dull warm sensation I was feeling. It was beginning to hurt, but I was beginning to get an erotic buzz off of the scene, the whip, my helplessness to stop them doing pretty much whatever they wanted.
"Hey, that was nine," Jen cried out.
"Oh, I guess I lost count," giggled Chris. "O.K. Jen, your turn. You up to it?"
"I guess," she replied tentatively.
Her first stroke was weak and limp. I hardly felt it.
"Come on Jen!" urged Billy.
The second and third given meekly to my back were no more vigorous. Whatever feelings of excitement that were beginning to well up in me were just as suddenly ebbing.
"You are a slave, Jen," Billy said walking over to her and slapping her face, hard. "Now slave, do as I order you and whip your sister slave three times as hard as you can. If you don't you will be denied your pleasures tonight. Do you understand?"
Jen nodded yes, and delivered three rapid blows to my back. They were still weak compared even to Billy's first attempt, but much stronger than her earlier meek efforts.
"O.K. Lani, you passed the first part. How did you like it?" Billy asked.
"O.K. I guess." I replied, not knowing how to respond to such a question. "This is sort of a turn on."
"I'm telling you, we didn't get to her, it ain't going to work right this way," argued Chris.
"Yeah it will," Billy shot back.
The two were getting tight with each other. It was clear as the dark black sky above. Meanwhile I just stood there wondering if this bickering was about me or over me. Something was cooking here between Billy and Chris that seemed new to Jen and me was getting particularly weird in the way she was reacting to my initiation.
"Jen," Billy snapped, "you disappointed me. I thought you would do a better job with this. So now I guess Chris and I will need to punish you for it."
"Am I going to get whipped now?" she asked with a hint of excitement in her voice.
"No!" Chris responded. "You'd like that, so you won't get it. Right Billy?"
"Yeah, that's right. Go in the house and get out your favorite nipple clips. You know the long ones. Then tie a rope to each leg of the coffee table and come tell us when you are finished. And make it fast, slave."
Jen moved briskly past me and into the house.
"O.K. let's let Lani's arms down a couple of inches and blindfold her so she can stand here and reflect on what has happened."
"Sure, but I'm telling you, it hardly phased her. We should have done more."
"Shut the fuck up. I'm the leader here, not you. I think we are off to a good start."
Moments later I was standing flatfooted; my arms still out to the sides and above my head, but bent slightly at the elbow. The black silk scarf around my eyes made me totally blind. Billy patted my ass and then gave a quick and sharp squeeze to my left nipple that made me wince, and said, "I'll be back for you Baby. Right now I got to attend to Jen."
I heard the sliding glass door close and all was silent except for the gentle roar of the surf. I thought to myself that I had not noticed that the surf seemed to be going flat. I was sort of bummed by that for two reasons. First I wanted to bodyboard everyday, and second it meant that the initiation play would go on all day.
Time passed slowly as I stood there in the dark listening to the surf and shifting my weight back and forth on my tethered feet and moving my arms a little in the inch or two that I could.
Suddenly I heard a terrible scream come from the house. I assumed it was Jen. What in the world were they doing to her? Heck, I was the one getting initiated and whipped and I didn't have anything done to me that caused me to let out more than a whimper of pain or a moan of pleasure. About ten seconds later another scream came from behind me, and what I believed was Jen's voice yelling words that I didn't expect to accompany the two terrible screams that went before it.
She was yelling, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
It went quiet again and the surf drowned out any sounds coming from the house, and no matter how I strained to hear what was going on in there, I couldn't.
Some time later, I really couldn't tell how long, I heard the sliding door open and I called out for Billy. I got no answer, but I could hear soft barefoot footfalls on the deck coming up behind me. At the same time the moaning coming from the living room was unmistakably Jen going into ecstasy. Whoever it was, and I assumed it was Billy, came up right behind me and ever so lightly ran one finger up the slit of my ass and up my back. The touch was cool and gentle as it traced upward. A chill shot up my spine and I began to tremble. Two hands were gently tracing their way over my body. They moved around and caressed my breasts that were still pulled taut with my arms suspended over my head. Both of my nipples were pinched playfully, and I moaned in a manner that gave away exactly how great I found that feeling.
"Billy? Is that you?" I asked again.
Still no answer, only the sound of the ocean and gentle easy even breathing from whoever it was, and my deepening breath and accelerating heartbeat. The hands moved down over my stomach and gently found their way under the elastic band of the tiny g-string I was wearing. As one finger ever so slightly went between my cunt lips, my knees went weak and I let my weight go to my arms.
"Oh, please, who are you?" I half begged and half moaned.
Still no verbal response, but the fingertip went deeper, slowly stroking me, but still with great gentleness. The finger expertly found my clit and as it touched the nub, I pulled myself up by my wrists and drove my hips forward in an automatic response to this incredible stimulation.
I, and many others, had touched me there many times. And of course I always got off on it almost immediately. But this was something different. Was it the way I was standing? The fact that I was bound and unable to resist? Was it the excitement of the whole setting and experience of the whipping? I don't know. But I was about to explode in a rippling orgasm.
Whoever it was, and I still assumed it was Billy, must have sensed I was about to go off and pulled that wonderful finger away and out of my g-string and back up my quivering belly toward my navel. It traced its way around my belly button and was gone. A tongue flicked into my navel and worked as if it were sucking out some nectar and slid slightly up my stomach. After a brief pause, during which I held my breath, the tongue ever so lightly and quickly teased my left nipple.
"No. Please don't stop. Please!" I begged.
I could hear this magic person shifting away from in front of me. Then they moved further and from what I could tell moved across the deck toward the house. I heard a click, I believed, even though I couldn't see a thing, that it was lighter. The deck lights must have been turned on.
The footsteps returned. I wanted to ask again who it was. But I didn't. I was getting upset that Billy wouldn't say something to let me know it was her. The person was in front of me again. The palm of the hand cupped my left breast again, and then a fingertip ever so gently traced along the breast and over the nipple and was gone. Then the fingertip ran over a couple of places on my stomach and ass. That was it. It was tracing the whiplashes. Until this terribly erotic examination of the marks left by the whip I didn't really feel them. But this magic finger seemed to have an electricity of its own and each place it traced over a welt or mark came alive and continued to tingle after the touch had passed. As she traced the remaining marks, I picked up the hint of a perfume that I recognized, but didn't associate with Billy.
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br /> Almost as if to say goodbye, the finger that had come from nowhere and introduced itself to me by running lightly up my ass crack, ran down my spine and said Aloha the way it had come in. She, I assumed it was a woman, from the way the fingernail felt and the perfume, went back across the deck and into the house, clicking off the light and closing the sliding door as she entered.
Suddenly it dawned on me. That fingernail, the perfume. Whoever it was, it wasn't Billy or Jen or Chris. None of us had nails like that or wore that scent. These were square manicured nails. Who was it? God how I wanted to know. God how I wanted her and that seductive finger to return. I never thought it possible that I could have such an erotic experience with just the touch of one finger. It was incredible. My mind raced as I shifted my weight back firmly off my arms and stood still.
Several minutes went by as I stood there in a dream-like trance. The helplessness of my situation made it easy to just give in to whatever it was that was happening. It was scary in a way, but also a release from any guilt or feeling that I shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be feeling this. I was an object for others to have their way with and there was nothing I could do about it. In that thought came a strange comfort.
Chapter Seven
My thoughts were refocused as once again I heard the door to the lanai deck slide open. If my senses were correct, more than one person was approaching. It must be true that when deprived of one sense the others become sharper.
"Billy?" I asked in a low tentative voice.
"Yeah. How you doing baby?"
"O.K."
"Just O.K.? You look great."
I was relieved to hear her voice and to have gotten an answer, but I didn't know what to say and remained silent. I heard her and someone else move in front of me.
"From the smile on your beautiful little face, it seems that you have not found this too terrible," Billy remarked. The blindfold was removed, and as my eyes adjusted I saw Billy and Chris come slowly into focus before me.
"Who else is here?" I asked.
"Well Jen is sort of tied up at the moment in the living room," Chris replied with a sly laugh.
"Yeah, but who else?"
"Nobody else."
"Are you sure? Somebody came out here a few minutes ago and wouldn't tell me who she was."
"What did she say, Lani?" Chris asked.
"Well, nothing. I asked her who she was and she didn't say a thing. I thought it was you Billy, but then I realized she had long nails, and you don't." I took a confirming glance at her fingers to be sure.
"So, how do you know it was a girl at all? Maybe you imagined the whole thing."
"Well, I smelled this really fantastic perfume. It's familiar to me, but I can't quite place it. And, I don't think I imagined the way she touched me," I replied meekly.
"Well, perhaps your senses were playing tricks on you, because no one else is here except the four of us. You seem to be securely set here, and Chris and I were attending to Jen in the living room."
"What was going on in there? I heard a couple of screams that sounded pretty intense," I asked.
"We were just explaining to Jen that she had not done what she had promised to do to help in your initiation. Turns out she was jealous that you may be taking her place as our favorite slave girl. So we showed her that there was plenty of attention for everyone. She seems content with that now and is getting an opportunity to think about it on the coffee table," was Billy's report.
"So, Lani, you're doing O.K. are you?" asked Chris in a matter of fact way that seemed odd. "You think you are doing just fine do you? Well, I don't think you have gotten the feel of this yet. So we have come back to see if we can't change your mind about how fine you are."
Billy was uncharacteristically quiet as she leaned back against the deck rail, her arms folded across her chest as she watched us. I couldn't tell exactly what was going on, but it seemed like for the moment at least, Chris was running the show. Billy looked like someone who had just been scolded. That seemed weird, in that it sure as hell wasn't Chris or Jen that would have done so.
"So, let me ask you again, Lani, how did you find the whipping? Was it what you expected? Could you handle it?" Chris asked looking intently into my eyes as she asked, while Billy seemed to stare down at the deck planking.
"Well, I didn't really know what to expect, but I guess I kind of liked it," I said. "You liked it?" she smirked. "What did you like about it? Did it hurt?" Chris asked again.
"Yeah, it hurt."
"How much? You didn't seem to be in all that much pain."
"Well, I don't know how to answer how much. But, it hurt."
"No Lani, it really didn't, did it? That wasn't really much of a whipping. You didn't really approach feeling any pain that you couldn't handle easily. You didn't begin to lose control, and you didn't even ask us to stop. We know it is best for you to experience the real thing so you can find out what this is really like. You have to get to the point where you can't stand it if you are going to love it. I was right earlier. That was what I was talking about. Now that we all had a chance to discuss it, I know Billy agrees with us and wants you to experience the real thing so you can find out for sure if this is for you or not," Chris said as she turned and looked over at Billy, still pouting against the railing.
"Come here Billy, give me a hand in getting Lani down."
This was a surprise, but a welcome one. Billy came over and gave me a soulful look as she reached up and undid the clip holding my right wrist to the chain as Chris undid the other. They both held my arms and rubbed them a bit to aid in bringing the circulation back fully to my wrists and hands.
"Kneel here Lani," said Chris pointing to a spot on the deck just before her.
I did as she said and sat down on my ass with my knees to one side in front of me.
"No. Not like that! Get off your ass and on to your knees. Your ass should only touch your heels and not the ground," she barked.
I quickly rose up on my knees.
"Spread your knees apart. More. That's better. O.K., now place your hands behind your back, and straighten up. Good. How many times do we have to tell you this?" Facing as I was now toward the house, I could see for the first time that Jen was indeed tied up. She was stretched naked across the large coffee table in front of the couch with her arms and legs tied to the legs at the corners. She was lying still, but seemed to be talking to someone, but I couldn't see anyone else in the room. Maybe she was just whining or talking to herself, but it seemed weird to me. As soon as Chris caught my eye looking in at Jen she ordered me to turn around, saying, "Enjoy seeing her like that, do you? She does look good doesn't she. Well we will finish with her as soon as we are done here with you."
Chris then nodded to Billy and without a word being spoken, they began to remove the wrist straps.
"Put your hands out in front of you," Billy said.
I did as I was told and was shocked when the next thing I knew, larger padded straps were being fastened to each wrist. The girls pulled them on very tightly to see that they didn't slip.
"O.K. Lani, lace your fingers behind your neck and sit up erect," said Chris. "Billy has something to tell you. Go ahead Billy, come on damn it!"
"I wanted to bring you along slowly, but it was decided that I was doing you a disservice that way. You are strong and in great shape and a really tough girl, so I guess I was going too easy on you," she said, "... besides, I am in love with you and didn't want to go too fast and have you quit on me. Anyway, it was decided that we need to do a better job... right now. I have to whip you till you beg me to stop, till you really can't take it. It's really for the best, you will see. Do you understand?"
Billy paused. I understood every word she said. I didn't really like them, but I understood them. What I didn't understand was who was getting her to do this.<
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"Well, do you?" Billy urged.
A weak "yeah" was all I could muster. The earlier whipping was erotic, it was fun, it was even sort of exciting, but I wasn't really stressed by it, it didn't seem to really hurt too much. I knew I could take more. But, how much more? What did they have in mind? My mind replayed "O" screaming as she was whipped in the movie, acting, but it did seem terrible. Could I handle it? Well I guess I had to find out.
"Yeah, I'm in. But, shit, don't keep making me decide," I said.
A couple of seconds later I was standing between the chains again.
"Slide two of those little stools over here Billy," ordered Chris.
As she put one in the middle of the chains, Chris motioned for me to stand up on it. From the other stool Billy fastened my wrists back to the two widely spaced chains hanging from the beams.
"O.K., stand there a minute," said Chris. "You ready Billy? Can you do your part, or are you going to chicken out like Jen in there?"
"Fuck you Chris, I'll make her scream like you want. Don't worry. I'll whip her and break her to the point she gives up begging me to stop, and begs me to continue. You just watch, and if you are nice, you may get to give a few too. Then when we are done you can go and report to Ms... er, I mean to Jen that I did what I was supposed to, and far better than you ever expected."
With that I saw Billy go over and pick up that nasty whip I had seen earlier. It wasn't that flogger with the several strips of leather they had whipped me with before, but just a single braid of leather about four feet long that tapered to a thin end. Now I was scared, and I knew I had a reason to be. I wanted to quit. I was about to say the safeword when all of a sudden the strangest feeling came over me. I wanted to do it. I wanted to see what it was like. I wanted to show them how much I could take, way more than they expected.
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