Lani's Initiation

by Danielle Richards

  "Well," I said, not believing my own voice, "let's see if you can break me the way you say. Let's see if you can make me beg for it."

  Billy looked at me like a crazy person full of lust and longing, and a desire to prove a point. Chris smiled a smile that was a strange cross between wicked and cocky and nodded ever so slightly to the house behind me. I knew someone else was there, but I couldn't turn to see.

  Chris approached me and clipped together the two ankle straps they had put on me earlier.

  "O.K. Lani, here we go. Billy will whip you until we decide you have reached the point we want or until you use the safeword. You can beg, scream, anything you want and we won't stop until we are ready to. Use the safeword - remember "surfers suck" and it's over, everything, immediately. It's part of the test. No set number of lashes."

  With that she tapped my thigh and I somehow knew instinctively what she wanted and raised my feet off the stool letting my arms take my weight. As she pulled the stool away, I let my legs go and found, as I was sure I would, that my feet didn't touch the floor. The familiar feel from gymnastics of hanging from the bar came back, the tightness in the stomach, the pull on the lower back that feels so good at first. Then I realized I wasn't going to swing around and drop down in a few seconds and the pull on my arms and wrists began in earnest and the strain on my armpits and across my chest became noticeable.

  "God, Lani, you should see how great you look." Billy's voice brought me back to the situation.

  My eyes all too quickly went from her lustful smiling face to the whip she was just now pulling back.

  I couldn't believe it. "Shit!" I yelled, as I jerked at my chains as the first real lash smacked across my right breast.

  "Shut up! You got a lot more to go, and that was an easy one."

  "No, no, stop, please. I had no idea!"

  "Too fucking bad, baby. We told you, no going back." Terror filled my eyes as again Billy prepared to strike. Again the shot of pain as the whip struck at an angle across my breast. It felt like it was on fire.

  "No Billy, No! Please stop, wait a minute, this fucking kills!" Her third shot caught me just above my g-string at my pussy. The end of the whip wrapped cruelly around my hip. I was already delirious with the pain. I jerked at the chains and threw my feet in the air hanging from my arms. Two more in quick succession across the lower stomach, and a third to the left breast. Billy had done this before. Her face was hard but she was obviously terribly excited. No doubt about it, she was enjoying herself, and Chris was having a fine time too. I was not.

  "How you doing, baby? Like it? Let me show you what a real one feels like!" With that the seventh lash struck me just below the navel. It felt different, much worse. I danced in the air as I convulsed my body, all my muscles reacting involuntarily. Something was different about it, I tried to see, but couldn't.

  "Good shot Billy," cried out Chris, "just perfect, you did it just right. See the little cut?"

  "Yeah, that's her blood trickling so tiny there. She's on her way now!" Those words hit me like a ton of bricks.

  "Blood! Oh, my God." For reasons I can't explain, the cut didn't hurt more physically, but the emotional impact was final. This is for real. We are not playing here. I am their prisoner, their slave. Billy paused the whipping for a moment and they moved close for a look. I could feel a tiny trickle, like sweat, but slower, oozing from my belly to my hip. They were fascinated. I couldn't form a coherent thought. I hurt everywhere. My arms were on fire, my front burned like fire all over and then on top of that I could feel the searing of each lash individually.

  "Come on girl," said Chris, "we got work to do." With that Billy finished her effort on my front with what felt like a half-hearted slice across my thighs. She moved around behind me. I felt her lift my braid and push it to the front over my left shoulder. I strained to turn my head to see her, but couldn't. I was terrified not knowing where she was, not able to see her pulling that arm and whip back. All too soon I heard the swish and an instant later my ass lit up with pain. Not two seconds later a second and then a third. They hurt, but not like the initial few. Was I getting used to it, or was my ass less sensitive? Not a word, and then the fourth high on my back across the shoulders. The sixth was across the small of the back and curled around to the side. That same strange feeling on my side. Had the tip struck and made another small cut? I wasn't saying words now, but I was letting out low, almost sweet, moaning sounds.

  "Watch out Billy, careful of her kidneys," warned Chris.

  "Yeah, right, I know," said Billy stopping for a moment.

  I was able to get my breath for a moment. "Please Billy, stop. I see what you mean about the whipping, it kills. I never knew what it would be like. This pain is so terrible. Please stop. Let me down. Please. I've had enough, I know what it's like now. Please!" I almost cried.

  "No way! You're just getting started. You can hack it, I know you can. You are so hot! You'll see," Chris told me.

  Another across the butt and one on the back of my legs and Billy came back around where I could see her. She handed the whip to Chris, then stripped off her bikini and hugged me as I hung there sweating and panting. She pressed her body to me with a passion that she had not shown before. It was not so much of a hug as it was her trying to merge with me as one. With her body pressed to my heavily sweating, welted and bleeding body, she ground her sex into me and literally smashed her ample breasts against me. Her hands first found my back and slid into my armpits, then down my sides, and she stretched up to whisper to me.

  "I love you more than you'll ever know. With the first flow of your blood caused by my whip I own you. Now and forever, if we are apart or near, you will always remember that moment and always be drawn by my power over you to fulfill your destiny as my life long slave. You will see, baby, you will see. We are one in spirit, you, me, the four of us together."

  With that she stepped back and slowly ran her fingers to my jutting nipples. She stroked them so gently that I let out a sigh that sounded like the tortured angel I felt I was.

  "Go ahead Chris, give her a few of your best, then I'll finish."

  Chris's first lash was one of truly stunning impact. She placed it so skillfully that it struck across both nipples, and caused a spasmodic reaction as my knees drew up to my chest and I swung on my arms in excruciating pain. Even with my arms burning like fire and feeling completely gone from my hands, I wanted to curl up to escape. My strength and physical ability honed in years of gymnastics surprised them.

  "Oh God, no more, stop please. Stop, oh God, please no more, no more, please. I can't take it anymore. Please. Please. I beg you, I beg you. I'll do anything you want, but please stop."

  "I think we are getting someplace now," Chris said knowingly to Billy.

  "Are you merely begging for our mercy, or are you really asking us to stop? Do you want to use the safeword and end it?" Chris quizzed with a flat and indifferent tone.

  Still curled in a ball with my knees pressed to my chest, all I could do was shake my head negative.

  "Well? What is it?" Chris pressed.

  "No safeword," I struggled to speak. "But please stop. This really hurts. It is killing me. Honest!" I pleaded.

  "Better hook her feet down. She is swinging around too much," Billy ordered without any note of sympathy in her voice. If she loved me, why was she beating me so meanly, I wondered?

  In a moment my feet were secured to the hook strategically located in the deck right below where I was so neatly suspended.

  As Billy secured my feet, Chris told me that she too wanted to make a claim on me, and she would work to cause a bit of my blood to run too.

  Then she playfully added, "No, wait, that's right, four is unlucky to you Japanese, or you half Japanese, let's make it a lucky five. I'll work to give you three more."

  With a vengeance I didn't fully e
xpect she went after me. I could tell that her strokes were as hard as Billy's first few, but they didn't seem to hurt as much. Maybe I was growing numb to the pain at this point. She stood farther away than Billy, intent on having the tip of the whip strike with maximum impact.

  "It's not those lovely welts I'm after, you got a beautiful set of those now. I want to have the tip make it's little cut." With that she drew her arm back and with full force attacked my right breast. The tip tore into me just above the nipple where, as soon as my head cleared from the burning, I could see she had been successful. A thin cut of about one quarter inch arose on my breast and blood dripped from either end of the cut and trickled slowly in curved beauty around my breast. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was beautiful. I was in more agony than I had ever imagined, but I was getting turned on. My hands were totally numb, my arms burned, by chest was pulled taut and I was working a bit to breathe. Soon Chris had found her mark on the upper part of my right butt cheek and then just below my left armpit. Pleased with her efforts, she handed the whip back to Billy.

  "I think you can finish her now."

  As I looked at Billy I sobbed, "Please Billy, stop it now. I've had enough. Don't you think this counts as a good enough whipping? Please stop. I beg you, no more."

  I hung there soaking wet and glistening with sweat, exhausted, in excruciating pain while tiny trickles of my blood ran over the contours of my body. I was breathing hard, but steady, my eyes fixed on Billy's.

  At that moment I could see a determination in Billy's eye to go on and whip me more. I had to have her stop before I passed out.

  I begged again, "Please Billy, I beg you. Please stop now. You have no idea how this hurts. I love you, but I can't take another. If you love me you will stop. Please, I beg you, please..."

  As I said this she lashed a savage blow across my stomach that caused me to jerk in even more intense pain. I tried to raise my feet, but was stopped by the chain hooking them to the floor. More lashes in quick succession. To the front and then to my ass, my back, my legs.

  She was mad with energy that came from whipping me and I was crazy with the pain. I couldn't think, only scream and moan and twist as each lash of the whip struck me. It was so terrible, I was getting delirious. Had she gone mad? Were they going to kill me? I was filled with pain, and terror, and too ashamed to admit it to myself, passion like I had never known.

  Billy paused for a second to wipe the sweat from her face. Chris was standing right at her side and looking wild-eyed.

  Tears ran down my face, and my head hung down between my arms. My chest heaved as I struggled to get my breath. My hands were completely numb and my arms felt like they were being ripped out. I had never known such agony.

  "Well, Lani," panted Billy, "I think you have proven you can take a hell of a whipping. The best I've ever seen in fact. I'll stop now." She dropped the whip to the deck and kissed me hungrily. Her hands caressed my face.

  "Are you O.K.?"

  I was shocked by my own words, "Did I do O.K.?"

  "Oh God. Lani, you were magnificent. You are fucking unbelievable!" Billy gushed.

  "Was it good for you Billy, and for you Chris?" I asked, hanging totally limp.

  "You are awesome, just unbelievable Lani," Chris joined in.

  "Was I as good as you wanted, as good as you guys took?" I was filled with a desire to be praised by them. To have pleased them. Why on earth was it important for me to have this feeling of wanting to so please these two girls that had just so brutally whipped me and given me such unbelievable pain?

  "You are way beyond us, honey. I'd say what we were told about you was right. You're a natural."

  "Please," I said in a low moan, shocking myself with words that I couldn't believe I was saying, "give me a few more if you want, if it will make you happy."

  "No, that's plenty. You have proven yourself," Chris said in a shocked voice. Let's get her down Billy."

  "No, wait. What did you say Lani?" Billy demanded in a suddenly strong voice.

  "I want you to give me a few more. Please. Really. A few more really hard ones. I want to remember this always."

  "You're serious aren't you, Baby?" asked Billy. "You aren't just saying that because of what I said, are you? It's O.K. now, you were the best ever."

  "No, no. Please" I begged, ready to burst into tears "I need it now. Please. Do I have to beg? Please a few more! I beg you please give me more. Give me some hard ones, now, please. Please!" I begged shaking my head back and forth and truly in a new agony thinking they would not give me what I suddenly needed so badly.

  Billy stood back and let fly. I was lashed front and back. It burned with a fury, but I was actually beginning to love it. They were hard, but didn't seem as intense as they had before.

  I counted them "... eight, yes, nine, yes... More, more! Cut me again. Whip my stomach. Low. Low." I was begging with a frenzy. "Whip me more, I got to have it! Cut me again, Billy, please. Cut me again, I beg you. Make me bleed. Like the first one. Make me yours forever. More. More. Please. Please!" I screamed out of control.

  With that I felt a lash across my stomach below my navel with the tip going to the hip. I was sure it had broken the skin as I wanted.

  Billy paused a second, shot a look of pure desire at me, stepped back and swinging her arm back let the whip fly again. This time her aim was in the direction of my left armpit. The pain exploded as the tip of the whip found its way along the side of breast and dug deep. If not one of the worst lashes that night, it was in the top three. My body tried to jerk itself away from the pain that was burning up inside in a slow spreading unremitting fire.

  Billy stopped. She looked at me and began to cry almost hysterically. As she did, I could feel the trickle of blood begin to form and then ooze down the side of my belly and onto my leg. I was bathed in sweat and soaking wet, causing the blood to run with the sweat making it look much worse than it really was.

  "That's enough Billy. That's enough Lani," Chris said in a whisper. "Let's get her down."

  Billy threw the whip down and picked me up as she hugged me, taking the weight off my now dead arms as much as she could, stopped by the chain that secured my feet.

  They laid me on the deck on my back where I collapsed after being let down. I really can't remember them taking me down, but I think Billy kept holding me up while Chris undid the hooks.

  Everyone was exhausted. No one spoke. Billy and Chris collapsed into the deck chairs and just starred at me. Chris spoke first after what seemed like forever. "God almighty, that was the most intense session we have ever had. Hell ten times more than ever before. I'll never forget this moment."

  Billy rose and came over to me. She touched my cheek. "Tell me," she said, "are you glad you joined us? Can you make it through the rest of the initiation process? Ten more days like this? Can you do it for me?"

  The intense pain was pretty much gone, except for the burning sensation in my arms and hands as they came back to life. I nodded yes.

  As I began to fall asleep on the deck I heard Billy say, "It's a dream come true."

  Chapter Eight

  I awoke the next morning naked on Billy's bed, with my right hand handcuffed to the bedpost. I noticed a few slight bloodstains here and there on the white sheets that seemed to pretty much match where I'd been cut by the whip. Jen had been watching me as the others were already up and about. "Lani, are you awake? Are you O.K.?" she asked softly.

  I nodded yes as I tried to stretch a bit. My arms and shoulders were really sore, and I began to be aware of some tenderness here and there.

  "She's awake you guys!" Jen yelled out toward the open door, apparently following orders to alert the others when I finally came to.

  "Shit, you are fucking unbelievable. You sure you have not been into this scene before? What ever possessed you to ask for more after that t
errible beating they had given you? You made them crazy." She was running on, the words and sentences just exploding from her in excitement that was beginning to penetrate by still sleep-filled head. "But Billy really flipped out," she continued. "You passed out after the whipping and they carried you up here. You got a beautiful set of welts girl. You can wear them with pride for the next few days that's for sure. Even with your tan, baby, you can see that you took one hell of a whipping last night. The pattern of welts is gorgeous. I'm so jealous. Shit, what a night."

  I was still groggy and somewhat disoriented and not really focusing on what Jen was saying.

  "What? Oh, my arm's chained here, can I get up?" I asked in a sleepy voice rubbing my eyes with my free hand. I looked down at myself and could see the welts she was talking about, as well as where the blood had dried on the little cuts I had gotten. Except for the pain in my arms and shoulders, and a marked tenderness in my ass, I didn't feel all that bad considering what I had been through.

  As my head cleared, I asked Jen, "Do I have to stay here? In bed, I mean."

  "No, we just wanted to let you sleep a bit. They told me to watch you and let them know when you woke up."

  "How do you know what happened last night? Last time I saw you, you were pretty well attached to the coffee table. How long did you stay there? And, what the hell was all that screaming I heard right after you went in?" I asked.

  "Gee Lani, I could see the whole thing from there. Well, your backside at least. I couldn't hear everything, but I did hear you yelling to stop and then for more at the end. What a fucking turn-on that was. I was so jealous, you can't believe it. But I could never stand a whipping like that."

  "So what did they do to you?" I persisted. "Take off your Tee shirt and show me your whip marks,"