At this point I began to get the feeling that I was 'on stage' and about to give the performance of my life. I wasn't sure why, but having the guys and Ms. Baxter here made this all the more exciting for me. She directed the activity like the schoolteacher she was. She directed the 'boys' to prepare for the next step of this bizarre initiation as if it were a class project to recite a poem.
So, what exactly was all this stuff that was being so carefully set out on the table? I heard them discuss a black box with a power cord and wires with clips coming out of it, two stainless steel dildos, and two big needles about four inches long.
"Lani," Ms. Baxter said sweetly, "hold real still and don't move."
I did as I was told and only a few seconds later felt her, at least I assumed it was her, firmly grasp my left breast. A strange and sharp pain was suddenly present in my nipple. It was different, not the pain of those terrible clamps I loved so much. I could feel her pushing on me and the pain spreading into my tit in a way that made it difficult to tell exactly what was happening. I guessed it was a different kind of clip. Another little push and the pain, then a shock of sharp pain that was momentarily very intense and then it ebbed and while still there in a marked way, subsided a bit to a pleasantly agonizing presence.
I was breathing very heavily. I was hurting and I guess I was a bit scared in not knowing what this sensation was.
"I want you to see this part, Lani," she said as she moved to slip the blindfold up on my forehead.
"Open your eyes dear," Ms. Baxter advised.
The first thing I saw was the group clustered about me, staring intently at my tit. I looked too.
"Oh my god, you stuck that pin right through my nipple!"
"Well, not exactly. It isn't a pin, it's a piercing needle, and it is just behind your nipple. That way we can still put another one in your nipple if I feel like it. How do you like it?"
I looked at the silver needle sticking horizontally through my tit and the little drop of blood that ran down from it, concentrated for a moment or two on the dull pain that surged through me, looked her directly in the eye and slowly and softly said, "I absolutely love it."
"Wonderful, then you can watch as I ask Billy to do the other."
Without saying a word, Billy began to pierce my right tit in almost the exact same place. I watched in wonder and horror as the shiny silver spike pushed against my skin which finally yielded to let it in. I was surprised by how hard Billy needed to push to get it in and through, and how the pain seemed to be delayed by seconds from what I saw and felt. It was a strange sort of slow motion thing, even as I knew the pain was traveling along nerves at the speed of light.
I loved it! I had to be crazy, but I fucking loved it. Looking into the faces of the group, staring at me, mouths open, was all the fix I needed to go atop the rush I was feeling at that moment.
"Sure," I said to myself. "I'm the one chained here with needles through my nipples, but I've got each of you as my slave at this moment more securely bound than I am, and I'm going to take all you want to give me tonight and when you are done you will let me down, but I have enslaved you all forever."
I think Ms. Baxter knew what I was thinking because at that moment she slid over to me and whispered in my ear, "Dear Lani, I think you have reached a level of awareness here beyond where I thought you would go this quickly. What's coming now is different to anything you have experienced before. But I can see you love and really understand the game. I bet you will love hating this as much as the rest. By the way... I love you madly. You are going to be my favorite student in yet another subject, I can see. I have been looking for you for a long time. Somebody told me exactly where to find you, but I wasn't sure until just now. Don't ask me how or who. That will come in good time. Now, are you ready to proceed?"
I was thrilled. She knew what I was doing, I knew what she was doing. Who told her about me? Who even knew? I surely didn't until this week. Oh well, she loved me. She accepted me. I nodded "yes."
Ms. Baxter clapped her hands together sharply a couple of times and turned to the still staring and dumbfounded group and ordered, "O.K., let's see this little slut dance. You know what to do Kenny, so get going."
I said nothing but felt I had mustered a sweet look as Kenny moved closer. Frankly I was trying to deal with the pain in my arms from being suspended at the moment, and thinking again of the beautiful needles in my tits. I watched Kenny hook a clip on either end of the needles, and step back.
Then Ms. Baxter approached again. Her look was one of pure lust and open admiration. "Lani, you have the best little body I have ever seen and it's a very hard one too, those muscles are stunning and exactly right for your kind of a slave girl."
She held two metal dildo like object with two wires leading from the back of both.
"Wait till you experience this! You will come absolutely unglued. This will make those muscles dance for us."
She ran her hand down my stomach, as she loved to do, (I now recognized that touch and feel), then over my little mound as her finger found its way up inside me. Then she slipped the cold stainless steel dildo up into my cunt. She had a much more difficult time with my ass. It had been played with before, but not much had gone in there. Hanging as I was didn't make it any easier. I squirmed as best I could, hanging there spread-eagled and protested with moans and words. But she was persistent and slowly my anus opened and the dildo was inserted. A strange feeling to be fucked front and rear by cold hard unforgiving steel.
Then Billy brought forward the funny little black box, or something that sort of looked like the control box your little brother had on his toy trains. It had some dials on the front and wires coming out of the back. The wires were attached by Billy as instructed by Ms. Baxter. First the two wires that were clipped to the needles in my tits were attached to the little clamps on the back. Billy was about to connect the other two wires, but Ms. Baxter told her to wait on those.
"O.K., we're ready. Lani, we will give you this second to the last step in your initiation now. Because you will be hanging here for over fifteen minutes or so, we will speed this along and give you the full effect in that amount of time. I don't know anyone that has ever hung from their arms that long before while going through this. This is violent and brutal in its own unique way. We will take turns and slowly increase the intensity until we reach the maximum or you pass out. Here we go! Keoni, you start."
He moved to the box and plugged it into the extension cord. He fiddled with the knobs on the front and then with a dramatic flourish pushed the red button on the top. A strange tickling sensation immediately ran through me. I felt the tingle across my chest, up my arms, down my stomach. Just like that it was gone again. Wild, not so bad at all, rather thrilling.
"How was that?" Ms. Baxter asked in an excited tone of voice.
"I like it, but my arms are killing me. Can you let me down and do it?
"No!" came the shotgun reply from Billy. "Wait until we get going here and we'll see how you like it then."
"Gee Billy, is your ass burning nicely?" I snapped. "How did you like it when you had it?"
"This is the first time we've ever done it, Lani," Jen replied shyly.
"What? I thought I had to go through the same stuff you guys did."
"Shit Lani," Chris said as Billy looked at her toes, "we passed that stuff up the first night. But we are sure having fun with this and I think we may want to go back and re-do Jen," she said with a sly wink at Jen.
Jen moved to the box, made a few adjustments to the knobs and poised her finger over the red button. "Ready?"
More intense. I could feel my tits tighten as the muscles under them began to contract. My abs were pulling tighter as were my legs. About two seconds after it began it was over. Wow, this was wild. But where was it going? After all this was the second to last step in the initiation.
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"I want to try this," was Kenny's anxious announcement as he scurried to the box.
"Do I just move both to the next red mark? I see we got about five or six clicks left."
Without waiting for a reply he was at the knobs, and his finger poised above the button. A strange part of the torture was watching the adjustments being made, knowing that with those delicate movements of the knobs the intensity of what was coming was strictly set. And then watching the poised finger move to the button, then the instantaneous response through your entire body.
It was like a jolt. Not the tingling sensation from before. I could feel my entire body tighten. My hands clenched into fists even though they had been numb for the past ten minutes, and my feet curled up. In between, everything else pulled tight. My body was trying to roll into a ball, but hanging as I was, it just pulled upon itself. It seemed to last several seconds, and when it was over I could feel the strain on the muscles as they tried to relax. My breathing had grown very heavy now.
"O.K., hook up the other two wires. Move the right knob, the one that says 'intensity' only one more click. Then no more," Ms. Baxter admonished as she stepped up behind Chris and carefully watched her at the controls.
I was sweating like a pig. It just ran off me. I hurt everywhere. In fact, I really hurt like hell everywhere. I hoped that this was nearly over. I was about to beg for mercy when I remembered my vow to myself. Hang on. You can take it. Look at them watching me, they all want to fuck me, or have me fuck them. They want me so badly.
As Chris's finger hit the button I flew forward as every muscle in my body tensed at the same instant. I wanted to scream out, but couldn't. I didn't have control of anything. My ass felt like it was trading places with my pussy. My stomach was pulled in and felt like it was touching my spine. My legs tried to come up behind me, but the weight of the bar held them in place. It lasted an eternity.
I couldn't tell any difference between Ted's and Chris's shocks, except maybe Ted's lasted longer. But the addition of the jolts to my cunt and ass made it unbearable. When it stopped I was shaking like a leaf. Sweat just ran off me and dropped to the deck in a pool. I was dizzy and disoriented. Mostly I hurt all over. It was not like the whipping and other tortures I had endured these past few days. I wanted it to end. I was about to fail. But I just couldn't; not now. I had come so far, learned so much about myself, held the others in my power and now I was about to lose it all in this second to the last test. I couldn't make out what they were saying to one another. They were animated in their talk and all looked terribly excited. But I could barely think. My head was swimming and it was like being tossed about after going over the falls in a really big set while surfing. Which way was up? Got to get some air!
Billy moved to the box. Being hit by a bus must be just like this. Wham!
The next thing I remember I was lying on the living room floor. Things began to clear slowly like a fade-in at the movies. I was sure I had been beaten terribly with bats. Every bit of me was racked in agony. I could tell I had been laid there with care. Still naked, I was on my back, arms at my sides. I began to come to. Billy's hand went gently to my forehead.
"How you doing, Baby? You back with us? Don't try and move just yet, you'll be all right. You passed out when I took my turn."
"Am I out? Did I fail?" was my immediate scared and weak reply.
"Yeah, you passed out. Ms. Baxter noticed first. We got you down right after that and laid you down. You were fine, but you just checked out on us. We finally found the way to get to you."
Tears welled up in my eyes for the first time since I'd been there. I was mumbling over and over softly "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"What's the matter Baby? You are fine now, don't be scared."
"I wanted to make it, Billy. I wanted to be your slave. I wanted to join, I love this, I love this."
Billy pulled me up in her arms, "Oh God, Lani, you are in, you are the best we've ever seen. You have already gone way past any of us. Ms. Baxter is in shock at you. She loves you too and wants you for her own. But you are mine and she agrees. I said we could share since you are mine. She is thrilled. You are IN, IN, IN!"
She held me tightly and then let me slip an inch or so back. She took her head back from besides mine to look me in the eye and said "... but you still have the last step."
I smiled, content that I had passed, that I was hers, and that others wanted me too. She laid me back down.
"Rest dear. I'll take you up in a few minutes. You can have a nice shower, and a good night's sleep and prepare for tomorrow. We got to wait a while though, Ms. Baxter is in our room seeing what Ted is made of. He should have a few more tricks for you when you guys next get together."
"How about a soak in the hot tub first?" I asked.
"Good idea, come on let me help you."
The hot water and wine helped soothe the pain that still racked my body, but as a deep cloud settled over me the pain began to slip away as did my cares. I was so content at having gotten this far. I had discovered a new me and a new power to deal with things and people.
Chapter Sixteen
The next morning I woke up to the bright Hawaiian sunshine streaming in the window. The breeze off the ocean was delicious on my body. I would have felt a lot better about the night's sleep except Ms. Baxter came in about two in the morning, just when Billy came back to bed after fucking Ted and told her to get me out of the bed and make me sleep on the floor with my one wrist handcuffed to the leg of the bed. Considering how tired I was, it didn't make all that much difference, but it did send a reminder message about my status.
Billy rolled over, still in that stupid tee-shirt she insisted on sleeping in and propped herself up on her elbow.
"Lani, it looks like a beautiful morning. Go check the surf for us."
"How do you suppose that I do that? Do you want me to drag the bed over to the window?"
"Sorry. I forgot" she said as she took the key from the night stand, spread across the bed and lying there unlocked my wrist and gave me a nice good morning kiss.
To my surprise and delight the muscle pain from last evening had faded to a dull stiffness like you have after a really good workout. But I was feeling good and more important I was feeling powerful. A power that came from a confidence that I had never known before. Even with the straight A's, the exhibitionist attitude, the ease I had in getting exactly the boy I wanted, and my athletic prowess, I had never felt quite like this.
"God Billy, it's fabulous. A good three to four feet I'd say, and clean as glass. The breeze is off shore. Shit it doesn't get much better than this. Let's get out there."
Fifteen minutes later we were standing at the water's edge. My favorite yellow g-string had died last night and I was in the red thong bottom I'd brought. It was 'modest' by my standards of the last week, and I felt funny in it.
"What's the matter Lani? Look like you lost your best friend. Ya' miss your little yellow friend you been wearing all the time?" was Chris' perceptive comment.
Before I could say a thing, Billy just said, "Take it off!"
"What?"
"Come on Lani, take it off. It ain't right. You still got to do what we tell you. Today you surf naked. Tonight you graduate."
I did as I was told. It was strange. While I had surfed topless tons of times and usually worn only the tiniest of g-strings, I had hardly ever swum naked. I don't know why, but that was how it was. I felt great, but a bit afraid. The next thing I knew Jen was naked too. Billy and Chris just stared at us.
"Come on you guys, let's all do it!" squealed Jen.
"Not me, man," came the instant reply from Chris.
"Nor me. It was my idea for Lani, not the rest of us. Besides my ass still looks like a ladder after that caning last night. I'm with you Chris, my business stays covered out here. Don't want to get no fis
h in there!"
Moments later the four of us were paddling out on a classic day. Two, Jen and I, completely naked, one topless, and one fully dressed in next to nothing. The surf was as smooth as glass. Not a ripple on the surface and then up from the horizon would come a set of the most beautiful three to four foot waves you have ever seen. Remember, that's three to four Hawaiian, which means the faces of the waves were pushing ten feet. The angle was perfect and they peeled off right from the point in perfect symmetry one after another after another. Just the four of us out, a brilliantly clear blue sky, morning sun and crystal clear water over the live reef. And... I was naked. It felt great as the water caressed places that it normally didn't directly touch. Even though my g-string was incredibly small and made from thin material, the feel of my mound and pussy directly on the board and in the water was rather distracting.
In about five minutes we had all reached the line up through the channel and were getting in line for the set. The waves were big and thick and fast. I let a couple go by and watched as Jen and Chris took them and paddled back out. They were almost giddy with excitement. I turned my attention seaward in time to see a nice wave coming. A few strokes to the left and I found myself at the peak of a fine five footer. I kicked and pulled into it. It was like looking down from the roof of the house into the crystal clear water and the reef below.
What a rush! I shot down the face of this beast and slid to the right corner of the board to crank a bottom turn. It was a beauty and soon I was looking down the line and up at a fantastic clear blue wall about ten feet above me. Time started to slow down and every nuance of the wave became magnified in my mind's eye. You can see the reef flashing by beneath you, and the water pulling up the surface toward the lip. The lip begins to crash over as you pull hard to ride a bit up the face and get in plane to tear down the face of the wave as you fall and the wave carries you up and in turn you speed along the face of this mass of raw total power. The wave begins to tube over and you adjust slightly to find the line that will pull you through this section. You are in the tube, the green room. It is awesome, like nowhere else on earth you have ever been. A strange silence as you live inside the belly of this monster. You sight a line to shoot out before it closes down on you and gets a real good chance to hold you under, squeeze the air from your lungs and grind you on the reef. Flirting and playing with these waves is not unlike pushing your mistress to give you more. The ride is fantastic, the thrill immense, the danger of going too far always there and the price can be more pain and trouble than you bargained for.
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