Lani's Initiation

by Danielle Richards

  "I don't have any marks," she said pulling her Tee shirt up over her head and throwing it at the foot of the bed. "They didn't whip me. I screamed because they put those nipple clamps on me that I so love to hate." She giggled.

  "How you guys doing?" Billy asked as she and Chris walked in.

  "Fine, I guess. Can I get up from here? I got to pee," I told them.

  After fumbling a bit with the key I was free to move about and sprang up and made pretty much of a dash to the bathroom.

  Heading back out of the bathroom, I caught a good look at myself in the mirror. I was stunned and excited to see the beautiful pattern of welts that covered me. It was, to me at least, beautiful, and I was proud to have them. Sort of a mark of honor. Being as dark as I am, they were not a stark contrast to my skin, but did show nicely. I wondered how long I would have them to show off. I just stood there and enjoyed them for quite a while. I couldn't get enough of how they looked on me.

  As I came out to the bedroom again, Billy asked me to stop and stand still in the middle of the room. She motioned for me to turn around and I did.

  "Not so fast, baby. Let us enjoy our handiwork. God, you look spectacular. Put your hands over your head and keep turning slowly."

  I winced a bit as I stretched my hands up like they were last night.

  "A bit sore in the arms I'd bet this morning, hey Lani?" came Chris's knowing comment.

  "That hanging seemed to kind of get to me. But, don't worry, I'll be all right after a bit of bodyboarding."

  "Shit, you hung up there forever. Jerking around so much we finally had to hook your feet down. It was the most beautiful sight I've ever seen," she went on.

  "How long did it all last?" I wondered.

  "Forever. We must have whipped you a good ten or fifteen minutes."

  "Ten or fifteen minutes? It seemed like hours," I replied.

  "Hell, the longest any of us has ever been suspended by the wrists is about six minutes. That was Jen's record. It's killer." Billy added.

  "I sort of noticed that." I said with a laugh that was greeted by broad and admiring smiles. I was beginning to like what I thought was happening here. I decided instantly to push this a bit and see, by adding, "Maybe if I work on it, I can hang for a lot longer... Would you like that?"

  The surf outside was four foot and glassy. A perfect day for bodyboarding, and a reprieve for me. The first shot of salt water stung like hell, but I think the hours of soaking and sunning helped to rejuvenate me in every respect. Soon it would be time to return to the house and the wonders and horrors that awaited me. What would be next? I was eager, and afraid, to find out. I wondered if I was to be whipped again. Strange as it seemed I hoped so, and I guess hoped not. How could this get to me so fast?

  At four-thirty I was laid out asleep on the deck. Pretty much dead to the world. My first waking sensation was the three of them attaching the wrist and ankle straps again. Moments later I was back to standing between the chains with my arms out in the 'Y' again. Only this time not nearly as high and tight. Again the ankle straps were clipped together. "Don't worry dear, no whipping tonight. You are just a dinner ornament for now." Chris said in reassuring tones. "She needs a bit of decoration then, Billy. What you got to dress her up?"

  I let out a blood curdling scream as Billy let the first little silver alligator clip's jagged teeth close on my left nipple and then the other on the right. I squirmed and shook in an attempt to free myself from this unbearably sharp pain. I cried out in meaningless wordless sounds. The more I fought, the more the chain connecting the two clips swung, pulling at the clips and adding to the agony. What exquisite pain, what an exotic mix of pain and pleasure from seeing the silver chain suspended in the tiny arc between my purple brown nipples over my really darkly tanned breasts, still showing the welts and small cuts from last night. Truth is, I looked striking. I immediately fell in love with these clips and chain that I wanted so badly to get off me. And I knew that my sex was throbbing and I could feel myself getting wet. This pain was having a definite turn-on effect on me. Something strange was happening, I noticed. From the moment Billy let those nasty little teeth snap shut on my nipples, a sort of electric current of excitement and pleasure began to surge between my pussy and my nipples. The more the teeth bit in, the hotter and wetter I got.

  The bitches didn't say a word and just went in to dinner and left me there. As I looked out over the beautiful beach and rolling surf I just fell in love with this whole notion of what was happening to me. Even if I didn't understand then what it was, I knew it had a most powerful hold on me.

  Before I noticed it, the two specks in the distance were approaching me up the beach hand in hand. They looked like a couple in their twenties. From the distance they seemed good-looking, but not local. Maybe tourists or honeymooners. What were they going to make of this scene? I cried out to the girls in the house, "Hey, let me down, somebody's coming. Hurry!"

  Nothing. The two on the beach were drawing abreast of the house now, about twenty yards away. She glanced up at the house, but they kept going, turning back to look every few steps. I could tell they were in animated conversation, but at last they faded into the distance. I relaxed as far as I could. It had been a close call. But about fifteen minutes later they were coming back. Only this time, right to the edge of the deck. They just stood there and stared at me.

  The girl said, "You all right? What are they doing to you?"

  I could hear the guy say to her "Shit, look at her! She is all marked up and got a chain running between her tits. This look all right to you?"

  From behind me I heard Chris call out nonchalantly, "Hi, how you doing? Don't worry about this... club initiation. She doesn't really mind. Part of the deal. Tell them it's okay Lani, tell 'em," she urged me in the most cheerful and innocent of tones.

  I tried to sound convincing. They looked skeptical. "Tell you what," said Chris, "you staying up here? If you are, come back tonight and see how she is doing. She will be here 'till about midnight, she's fine really. We all did it. You want to join in?" A quick no and the girl was pulling at his arm to leave. He was transfixed on me strung up there naked except for my bright yellow g-string.

  I flashed my best "let's do it" smile at him, and I swear I could see him wilt, except for a pronounced bulge in his shorts. I realized all of a sudden that for an exhibitionist, this was pretty near heaven... and not even my fault.

  All the while, the pain was burning like fire in my nipples and spreading to my entire chest as my arms began to ache.

  By midnight I was once again lying naked in Billy's bed, except for my lovely new nipple chain and the handcuff that secured my left wrist to the bedpost. Billy's love making to me must have lasted for hours. She held me in rapt ecstasy as she explored and delighted every square inch of my hungry body as she kissed, caressed, sucked and ran her tongue over and into me for hours as I squirmed and writhed moaning a sweet song of release. Now and then the sweetness of her tender loving was contrasted by her rough passion holding me down or pulling to stretch me in another direction, and cruel little tugs on the chain stretched between my tormented nipples, sending a pulse of pain through me. Not a word was spoken the entire time by either of us. I can remember the sky getting light as I finally drifted off to sleep. If you took all the licking, sucking and being eaten I'd accumulated in my short but active life, you would have to multiply it by ten to match what Billy was able to do for me that night. She was tireless. I must have come at least a dozen times. If a few whippings and searing pain in my nipples could bring on this intense love and could bring me this type of intense pleasure, then this was for me.

  It must have been well past eight when we awoke. All I could hear was the very gentle rustling of the curtains. Other than that is was strangely silent.

  "Oh no!" I thought, "The surf is flat. A whole day of initiation."

 
Billy lay at my side in what seemed like a state between nirvana and exhaustion, or a coma. Her glassy stare was focused about ten feet beyond the ceiling, and her sly smile told me her mind was full of last night's ecstasy and today's plans. In a flash she was tearing off her Tee shirt. Jumping up, she threw herself across me. She let out a tiny "ouch" as she stuck her ample breasts on the nipple clips still tearing into my poor little buds. They were nearly white from being squeezed so tightly for so long with the sharp teeth of the two silver clips.

  "Oh Lani, I forgot those last night, we better remove them for a while. They must be killing."

  They were, but I wasn't going to say so. As she removed them a sudden shot of piercing pain shot through each smashed nipple. I tried to hide that, but it was too intense and I couldn't. My eyes and the way my body writhed gave me away.

  "Oh poor baby, too bad," she said feigning sincerity in a baby talk voice. She then clamped her mouth to mine and ran her hand right up into my well licked pussy.

  "Wet already, you little slut. Well I'll have to get with the girls and see what we got in store for you today. The surf's flat, yeah? You get a whole day's attention. You'll like that won't you? Well look on the bright side, only eight more days to go, and..." lustfully surveying my nakedness, "...you are already dressed for today's activities."

  Chapter Nine

  "We got to go to town for a few hours, so we'll leave you here to work on your tan," said Chris.

  "Yeah, she looks a bit pale" Jen added sarcastically. "She is only about as dark as the three of us combined. I envy the bitch."

  Standing where I was in front of the window, I could see that Jen and Chris had had a busy morning of preparations. Down on the beach, about half way to the surf line, some fifteen yards from the house I could see that they had buried four stakes deeply into the sand. It seemed all too obvious what they had in mind. Or at least that was what I thought. I didn't give them enough credit.

  Handing me my leopard skin print g-string, Jen told me to get dressed.

  I pulled it on. I hadn't worn it in sometime and I guess I just grabbed it when I dove into my bikini drawer at home to get my 'wardrobe' for the stay. It was one of my smaller suits. Sort of a novelty suit just for fun and sunning and not good for in the water, it barely covered the fuzzy area around where Billy had spent so much time the previous night. I caught a reflection of myself in the glass door. I liked the way I looked. Then I noticed the whip marks that had stayed. I was immediately drawn to them. I loved the way they looked on me. Against my dark skin they were only faintly noticeable in the reflection in the glass. I looked directly at myself to see if they were more pronounced in person, and was happy to see that they were.

  Stepping up behind me and handing me a big glass of orange juice, Billy spoke softly. "God, Lani. You look great. I see you are admiring our handiwork. You are so damn dark that the marks don't show as much as usual, but the effect is even more exciting this way. Sort of subtle. You can see them when you get close, but they don't jump out at you from a distance. You lucky bitch. Maybe, you will need a few more good whippings so you can have more marks to look at." She paused as I took the glass. I didn't know exactly how to reply and was a bit shy at being obviously caught admiring myself. Besides, my mind was flirting with the idea of another whipping. I was sort of puzzled myself. The whipping was terrible. It hurt like holy hell. I remembered that very clearly. And yet, I couldn't wait to do it again.

  "Come on, drink up, we got to get going here," Chris ordered impatiently. "It's getting late. It's almost nine-thirty already."

  A couple of minutes later I was being escorted down the steps of the deck and on to the beach with straps securely fastened to my wrists and ankles, and a new feature, a two inch wide black leather collar with big buckles at the back and three big silver rings on it. The effect of the cuffs and the collar left little doubt as to my status.

  Those doubts, if any, were completely removed a few seconds later when they had me secured spread-eagle on my back on a piece of red and yellow Hawaiian print cloth on the sand. They clipped the cuffs to chains they had attached to the four stakes in the sand. They pulled them tight and I lay there as a big 'X' on the sand, with my feet about four feet apart and my hands about the same.

  Jen bent over to pull my hair up and back behind my head. The sun was beginning to move overhead in the sparkling blue summer sky, and it was already hot.

  "Let's shade her eyes, Chris." Jen said.

  The surprise was the blindfold that Chris suddenly produced and slipped over my eyes and tied behind my head.

  Darkness in the sun. Immobile, stretched tight. I pulled at the chains and found to my surprise that even though the stakes were in sand, they would not budge.

  "Don't waste your energy, baby," Jen cautioned me. "Sure you are awfully strong, but I don't think even you can pull a twenty-five pound concrete block up through three feet of packed sand while lying on it," she advised me with an evil little laugh.

  The sun I loved to stay in all day seemed unusually hot when I couldn't move. The girls didn't speak for a moment. I could hear the light lapping of waves on the sand beyond, but little else.

  "Hey, Jen, run and get the sign from under the deck where we put it last night. And bring a brick or something to pound it in the sand." Chris told Jen.

  I heard the pounding of brick on wood about four or five feet behind my head, and could hear footsteps in the sand approaching.

  "So, what do you think?" Chris said.

  "Marvelous you two. I underestimated your imagination and ability. My congratulations on a job well done," Billy said mockingly. "The sign's a nice touch."

  "Well, Lani," Chris said ever so sweetly, "don't run off while we're gone. Relax, enjoy yourself, work on that tan of yours." She paused for a moment and added in a voice decidedly more stern in tone. "Don't talk to anyone. Not one word. If somebody, anybody but one of the three of us, should come up to you here don't say a word. If you make one sound you will have to repeat this tomorrow... and they say a new swell is approaching. So you wouldn't want to spend the whole day staked out here on the beach again while we are ripping the surf, would ya?"

  "O.K., but if you aren't here, how would you know if I did talk or not? I don't want to get in trouble for something that doesn't happen."

  "Don't you worry about that, Lani. We'll know if you do or not. So not one sound out of you, got it?"

  "Yeah. So how long do I have to stay here?"

  "Until we let you up."

  "Remember not a word to anyone but us, or we will do this again tomorrow. It may not seem to bad now, but wait an hour or so. O.K?"

  "Yeah, I got it,"

  "O.K., it's almost ten, let's get going," Jen broke in.

  "We won't be back before dark, baby." Billy chimed in. "Wait, your suit seems to be riding up a bit."

  With that I felt her reach under me, grab the bottom of the g-string where it came up the back of my ass and give it a good tug, pulling the front down even farther.

  "Great, now you can move that tan line of yours right down to your little patch of fuzz. No point in leaving even that quarter of an inch un-tanned. Have a great day."

  Off they went up the beach, laughing and talking about how they needed to get going.

  Now what? I loved to lie out on the beach, sure. But tied there with only the tiny patch of cloth covering my pussy, and my legs spread wide apart, made me feel a bit vulnerable. Sure, I'm an exhibitionist, but an exhibitionist can control things. Now I couldn't. Besides, the breeze, what little of it there was, seemed to be dying. It was getting hot. I could feel my friend the sun beginning to bake me. The feeling I usually loved so much was a bit intense when I couldn't move and knew I wasn't going anywhere for quite a while.

  A few minutes later I thought I heard a car pulling up to the house and the sounds of gre
eting. But I couldn't make them out well. Then, not five minutes later I heard other car doors slamming, and a car that sounded like Billy's start up and pull away. Then it was silent.

  I decided that this wasn't all that bad. In fact I had had many fantasies that went pretty much like this. Me baking black in the Sun. Heck, this was one of my favorite activities, so what was I going to complain about? I relaxed as best I could and shifted the strain from arm to arm slightly every few minutes or so. It was a hot, clear, and calm day and it was not long before I was covered with sweat. God it was hot. The Sun was the type that you could feel the heat well under your skin. I decided that I would try and fall asleep so that the time would pass quickly. I grew drowsy and drifted off.

  The touch to my left nipple was a shocking way to awake. Still extremely tender from being clipped all night, a delightful little pain shot through it as a reminder of the wonderfully diabolical devices that can be used to train female flesh. I instinctively tried to sit up as I awoke, forgetting that I wasn't moving more than an inch in any direction. I was about to say something to who or whatever had touched me when I remembered the warning about talking. Maybe they were watching me, maybe it was them, maybe they got a tape recorder or something near by.

  "Ha, they must be back and trying to trick me into saying something. Well, it won't work," I thought to myself.

  "Oh, so you awake," said a male voice with a heavy Filipino accent. "Da sign say you are getting into a club, but you can't talk to anybody. Is that true?"

  I made no type of reply, still sure that the girls were all standing there waiting for me to make a mistake.

  A hand, his I assumed from the proximity of his voice, found my leg and began to rub it in long soft strokes on my thigh. Each stroke went a little higher and deeper.

  "You are very pretty girl. You got real good tan, like mahogany. Maybe darker. Are you a Filipina?" he said as his hand moved to my stomach and began to move very gently around my navel, and then slowly down toward my pussy.