"O.K," I told myself, "I know what this is about. That was Ms. Baxter's way of asking me to make sure that these guys see sweet Lani as they have never seen her before. I will take all they can give me and beg for more. They will see that I'm made of strong stuff, but also hotter stuff than they ever imagined." As I thought it over I became increasingly excited and scared. Could I do it? Would I chicken out? "No! Fuck No! I'll show 'em. They will see what kinda woman they got, and that I'm now going to be wilder than ever and see if they are men enough to handle it. I'll show Billy too that her training of me has paid off in ways she could have only dreamed of. I am hers as much as I will be any man's and I'll prove it to her tonight when the playtime starts. I won't disappoint her. No fucking way! And finally, I plan to make sure that I am always Ms. Baxter's favorite student. A teacher's pet in chains and welts."
It seemed like about forty-five minutes passed as I made my vows to myself. I realized that the initiation had another big night to go after tonight, but as far as I was concerned, this was going to be the test for me. If I made it tonight, and I was set on doing so, then I felt my life would change dramatically, and this game of the past few days become a permanent part of my life. What was it about this that captured me so completely? As I pondered this for the first time since beginning a few days ago, I began to realize that for me it was both a power trip and a release. When tied and whipped I was released from having to be anything for anyone else. I was not responsible for what happened, I was totally free by being captive. Once I let myself be taken, everything was out of my hands and I was free to just be a living feeling thing. At the same time, it was now becoming clear to me that my captivity was also a great source of power over others. When they took the responsibility for punishing me they also became captive to my pain, to my expression, and to my helplessness. They were responsible for taking care of me, for bringing me pleasure and I couldn't do a thing about it, nor should I. I was beginning on a journey that I knew would last the rest of my life, and I felt really good about it. Sure, I was still scared of almost all aspects of the punishment. The pain was just as intense and I always wanted to escape it once it began. But I always wanted it to begin. I was also realizing the thrill of it all. The gang rape was both terrifying and incredibly hot. I just let it happen. I couldn't have stopped it. And I loved it. I went wild, and didn't have to take any responsibility for it. I knew, with Ms. Baxter's help, that the pain and the wild excitement and loss of control were all keys to a different type of pleasure. A wonderfully different pleasure.
I could hear them approaching the deck, laughing and sounding like at least a few of them were more than just a bit drunk and rather excited.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," Ms. Baxter's sober and beautiful voice came above the din of the group. "We got into a kind of party mode and now that has degenerated into a bit of a diversion from our primary task. So, you will have to wait a bit longer for us to begin the next phase of your initiation while we deal with a little matter of dom versus domme conflict."
Her explanation was pretty complicated and made more difficult to follow by the background of bickering among the group. What I came away with was that the guys were also into S&M and two of the three, Ted and Kenny, considered themselves to be hardcore Masters and the other guy, whose name I had not heard and who it was suggested was bi, was a switch who liked to take a whip now and then, but much preferred to give than to get. With Jen being more like me, and really submissive, and Chris and Billy not, that left the group heavily on the dominant side and wanting to get heated up with some action before finishing with me. So, Ms. Baxter had arranged a little contest to sort this all out. It was clear that the guys wanted to give Jen a bit of a whipping, and that she was all in favor of it. The problem was that they also wanted to do Chris and Billy as well, and they said they would just as soon whip the guys' backsides as the other way around. As usual, Ms. Baxter's solution was brilliant and slightly deranged.
"O.K. listen please," she said, "here is the deal. It is decided that before we continue with the real purpose of being here tonight, Lani's initiation, we will have a little warm up fun, starting with one of you men getting to give Jen a nice little whipping to the point that she begs to suck you off. The problem is then what to do with the rest of you."
"Are you going to play with us, Ms. Baxter?" one of the boys asked.
"Maybe later if you deserve it. But for now I will supervise and organize. I am the one that brought you all together here, and I am in charge. Anyone not O.K. with that can leave right now." She paused for dramatic impact and perhaps to see if anyone had anything to say at this point. They did not, and she continued. "Fine. I thought so. I have a deck of cards here, normal playing cards. We will use them to settle our little problem. Billy, Ted, Kenny, Keoni, and Chris shall each draw a card. The boy with the highest card gets to whip Jen as we have already discussed. Whoever picks the two lowest cards will be at the mercy of the other two. The person with the highest card of that group can decide the alignment. Understood?"
They all stuttered their now somewhat reluctant acceptance.
"What do the winners get to do to the ones they win?" asked one of the guys.
"The cards will tell us, together with the Master's or Mistress's desires," Ms. Baxter told them with a hint of evil in her sultry voice
I was taken from my place in the chains and tied at Ms. Baxter's direction in a kneeling position with my arms secured to the railing at the edge of the deck. After some serious pleading they removed my blindfold so I could watch. When they did I immediately recognized Ted. He was a just graduated Senior from our school. A real stud and had a great reputation for dating the hottest girls in school. He had hit on me two or three times, and I liked him, but I was always busy with someone else and he didn't care to be turned down or even not totally in charge. I guess his dominant side was evident then too. The other two guys weren't bad either. Kenny was sort of short, but very muscular. Keoni was in fact a beautiful boy. Smooth strong body, good hair. Probably danced hula from his look. Each was so different from the others, but it was clear that the power of BDSM, and probably Ms. Baxter, was what brought and held them together.
"So, who wishes to draw first?"
"I will," came a confident and slightly pissed-off sounding Billy.
How appropriate. Billy drew a three of hearts and her face fell. Before the next drew, Ms. Baxter told them Aces were ones. Kenny drew next and pulled a Five. Keoni next drew a Seven. It was getting pretty interesting. Chris went next and let out a desperate moan as she turned over her card to stare at a card showing two black clubs. Her fate was sealed. That left Ted.
"Watch this ladies and gentlemen," he said theatrically. "As is only just," he announced smugly, "the King of Spades. Poor Jen is mine."
So as it was sorted out from the draw, Jen was to be whipped by Ted until she begged him to let her suck him off. Kenny said he wanted to cane Billy until she stood up and begged for mercy. I saw her swallow and knew she was close to chickening out; but she understood that rules were rules. That was the thrill of it. And anyway, I guessed that however hard a time I had been in for before, it was going to get a lot worse if Billy was nursing a soundly whipped ass.
Keoni won Chris and said he wanted to, "just fuck her brains out." Jen came out of her shell to tell everyone in an overly loud voice that, "it won't take long to do that. She is my dearest friend and lover, but not all that smart."
"Let's start with Keoni and Chris," Ms. Baxter said calmly. Chris was clearly not too thrilled about this turn of events, and looked, to say the least, troubled.
"I can't just lay down here and have sex with Keoni," she protested to no one in particular.
"Well dear, you went along with the draw, and that is how it came out. What do you suggest? He can just rape you if you prefer," Ms. Baxter coaxed her along not so gently.
"I don't
know," came her reply with a bit of panic edging into her voice.
"Well then, I guess you will just have to take her Keoni. That is, if Chris is still playing?" Ms. Baxter instructed. "Are you in or out Chris?"
Reluctantly Chris raised her eyes and chin and in a near whisper made her reply, "O.K., I'm in, but I'm not really into this sort of thing."
Within moments it became clear that was not at all accurate. Keoni stripped totally naked without a moment's hesitation and then sprang to grab Chris. He was a great looking guy, and his long cock was showing his eagerness to get started. As we all watched they struggled slightly in the corner of the deck before Keoni had her out of her bra and bikini bottoms and was lying across her on the deck. Something just came over them in an instant, and Keoni rose up and with one strong thrust entered her and drove himself deep within her moist tight channel. The instant I saw that, I was certain he was the guy on the truck. It was wild and wonderful to watch the dramatic and sudden change settle over Chris, turning her from a scared girl fearing sex in front of a group of watching friends into a sex kitten, then into basically a wild animal filled with lust, and bucking and moaning and gasping like crazy. I don't know what Keoni was doing, but it was clear as he pulled out from a basic missionary position and rolled her over to go at her from behind, that he was doing it real good. It was also clear that sweet little Chris thought so too. The way she raised her ass and dropped her head told everyone watching that she knew exactly what was coming and was ready, willing and able.
I found this scene a real turn on and only wished my hands had been free to touch myself while those two gorgeous bodies had totally unrestrained, extremely athletic and energetic sex only a few feet in front of us. I saw that the other boys were indeed turned on as well, with both of them unashamedly rubbing themselves as they watched. Billy and Jen sat and watched silently, Billy lightly touching her nipples as she became mesmerized, and not surprisingly, Jen looking away rather than watch her lover and girlfriend being swept away by this guy.
They finished with an explosive flurry with Keoni slamming his hips into Chris's up lifted ass, repeatedly driving his gleaming rod into her deeper and deeper, and then his body stiffened and came upright, his back arching. He pulled from her and shot his load on her back, and Chris collapsed and screamed, "No, not yet!" as she fell prostrate on the deck and shuddered in what had to be a magnificent orgasm. Keoni's hand milked the last of his cum on to her and then he sort of slumped down besides her.
Clap, clap, clap came the slow soft steady applause from Ms. Baxter. "I think we may have all enjoyed that almost as much as you. Are you two going to live?"
"I'm not sure I am," Keoni said in a half laugh and the voice of a man truly happy and spent, "but if I don't I'm ready to go happy."
Chris didn't make a sound and only lay there. "Chris, are you O.K.?" Billy asked.
She rolled over on her back and propped herself up on her elbow. "Yes, you could say that I'm O.K." Then taking her free hand and gently stroking Keoni's chest she said "And, Keoni is pretty O.K. too. Thank you for that," and she raised herself and kissed him hard and long on the lips before easing herself back to the deck.
"So," Ms. Baxter announced taking charge again, "Billy and Kenny, you turned on enough by that to take your turn?"
Kenny made it simple and fast for everyone. He told poor Billy to strip, and she did, though I could see her fingers were shaking. He then told her to lean over the deck railing just down from me, and to grasp the lower rail and hold on. He explained he was going to swat her ass until she begged him for mercy and asked him to fuck her all night. I heard Billy groan. This was not her scene, but she couldn't get out of it now.
"Wait," came the ever-guiding voice of our dear teacher. "You can't just beat her until she gives in. Any girl would love that cock of yours up her, so how hard will it be to get her to give in? Same with Jen and Ted next. So you see, this is where the cards come in again to make it all the more interesting." Billy nodded her understanding and straightened up. "Kneel here Billy and draw one card. Yes, that's good. Oh you are lucky, a Four. Now draw four more cards and the total of the cards will be the number of strokes that Kenny will give you as a minimum before you can give in." Fun... for us at least. She slowly took the cards and when the first Eight was followed by a King, she looked real sick. But her luck improved and she ended up with a total of twenty-nine.
Then Ms. Baxter raised the bar. "You guys don't think these girls are tough do you?" she chided them. To Billy's obviously mounting distress, Ted answered that they were sure they weren't. "O.K. then, Kenny why don't you run in the house and get that nice supple cane to give Billy her twenty-seven with while she reassumes her position. I guarantee that Billy will take her strokes without getting up even once." Ted laughed, Billy did not, and Kenny gleefully took off to fetch the cane.
I glanced over at Billy and saw she was staring fixedly at the ground, biting her lip. Miss Baxter had done it again! She knew Billy didn't like being on the receiving end and had given her a reason for being strong. For the honor of us girls, I knew Billy would find the strength to take at least her minimum number.
Kenny started fairly easy. He clearly knew what the cane could do. After ten strokes, with Billy counting in a hoarse whisper as her buttocks and thighs rippled under the steady rhythm of the Thwack! noise of each stroke, it began to take its toll. At fifteen he began to bear down and the cane started raising some really vicious welts across her buttocks. She nearly lost it at twenty-two. Kenny ploughed the cane really hard across the tops of her thighs.
"Aaargh! Shit!" she yelled instead of counting. Her head jerked up and I saw a spray of sweat and tears go up from it. But she held.
There was a tense silence while everyone watched as Billy slowly got herself back under control and settled for the last seven. Kenny adjusted his stance and his grip, a look of serious concentration on his face. He only had seven more strokes to test her with and he swung into his task with real venom. Billy suffered the next six in near silence, but each count was preceded by a grunt of pain. But the last one was clearly intended by Kenny to test Billy to her limits. He raised the cane much higher and really swung his weight behind the stroke. It exploded across Billy's backside with a deafening Smack!
She shot straight up and then hopped round the deck holding her scarlet cheeks and screaming. I longed to kiss and lick every lovely inch of them to cool them down.
But as her squirming subsided, Kenny asked the question that had already been clearly answered, "Is that enough for you?"
"Yeah. That's enough," she panted, wiping her eyes with the heel of a hand.
To my surprise I saw that Kenny was looking at her with some respect.
"You're a tough girl Billy," he said. "If you fuck like you take a beating..."
Billy sniffed and then smiled proudly. "Yeah, I fuck like that, big boy!"
The passion that was building and being released on the deck among us was at a fever pitch. I was so stimulated that I could hardly contain myself and was getting both steaming hot and soaking wet at the same time, even though tied securely to the railing. In the back of my mind the idea began to register that by the time the group was ready for me they would either be totally spent, or nearly out of control, being so filled with raw excitement and lust. And, we still had Jen and Ted to go before whatever it was they had in store for me was to begin.
As the group regained its composure, it was the steady and majestic voice of Ms. Baxter that guided us toward the next event. "Jen, please kneel before me and draw a card." She did and pulled an Eight from the deck. She looked frightened and continued as instructed. Ted watched anxiously and with delight. It was clear that all that had gone before was only there to get to this point. He was intent on exercising his dominance on Jen's willing young flesh. Suddenly, as the realization of what was about to happen to her became more stark, Jen
was getting much less willing. Her draw was complete and Ms. Baxter announced the result. Fifty-four. Not as bad as it could have been, but bad.
"Take her top off and fix her in the chains on tiptoe," Ms. Baxter ordered as Jen was contemplating the fifty-four strokes that awaited her.
"I want her naked," Ted demanded.
"Too bad. Pull her panties into a thong if you like, but leave them on her," came the no nonsense retort. Then recognizing the potential problem that was before us, Ms. Baxter's genius was again at the fore. "You know, you men," she called them men instead of boys now, how cleverly she picked her words, "have shown your superior strength and since Jen is not nearly as strong as Billy, I think it is only fair that you begin with the flogger for the first let us say forty lashes, and then if you like you can use the cane for the last fourteen. Doesn't that sound fair to you, Ted?" The trap was set.
"Yeah, sure. That will be great. Besides as small as she is, and the fact that I am going to whip her all over, that makes good sense. She'll be begging me to stop after only a few. I don't know if I will even want to take her all the way."
Jen looked terrified as he walked in a slow circle around her waving the multi-tailed flogger menacingly before her. I knew already what she was thinking and feeling. She wanted, even needed, this whipping. But now that it was about to happen, she was filled with fear of the very thing that she had invited.
Ted had stripped off his shirt and looked very handsome and very much in charge. Even as a novice to this world, I could tell Ted had some experience with the whip. He began a slow rhythmic stroking of Jen's ass and then her back. Jen began to respond immediately to the lash. It was obvious that she was in love with it and wanted to make the most of each caress of the leather on her still softer skin. It was more like a sensual dance than a harsh punishment. Ted was as much transfixed by his actions and Jen's response to him as she was to him. It was incredibly sexy, it was stunning to see. No one spoke, and the steady slap of the straps on her ass and back, and the sexual purring of Jen after each one was hypnotic.
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