"Listen well Lani," Billy began ceremoniously, "I'll only go over this once and then we shall begin. We are now about to enter your final stage. In this box are some very special incense sticks that we will burn to mark your passage into our little group. My father got these in Taiwan years ago. These sticks burn very slowly, only about an eighth of an inch in thirty minutes, and will burn even underwater."
After a dramatic pause, she continued. "We will offer you to the spirit of S&M and into our club by making you the incense offering vessel. Each of us will stab two pieces in you, and they will be lighted in succession so that only the burning of one reaches your skin at a time. Because of the stunt you pulled on the beach this afternoon to embarrass me, I have asked Ms. Baxter if I can do four sticks and she agreed. So that will be a total of ten. Since the pain is so intense, you will be placed securely on our rack. Do you understand?"
"Yes," was all I could say. I had imagined a final whipping, but never this. What would it be like?
Billy moved the small table in front of her and placed the box on the glass top. She reached in and took out one stick. With a single edge razor blade, she cut the piece in two at an angle. She then cut the rest into smaller pieces about one-half to three-quarters of an inch long, taking another stick from the box and cutting two more pieces from it to get a total of ten.
"Let us begin," said Ms. Baxter, also with appropriate drama.
At that moment, Jen and Chris stood and took me by the arms to stand at the end of the low rack. The ankle straps were very firmly attached and I was made to sit back on the edge of the rack. Then the straps from the other end were attached to my wrists and I was laid gently back on the rack.
"Lani," Ms. Baxter said with a sincere concern and a touch of excitement in her voice, "this ceremony marking your passage will take about three and a half to four hours to complete. I expect you will pass out. But we can't stop the incense sticks once they are lit. We will try to revive you as we go should you pass out, but we will not stop. Once we begin, we will continue until you are one with us. Do you understand? This is your last chance to stop. Even though you have gone through all these past days with us, if you do not go forward now we will cancel everything and send you away and we shall not speak to you again. What do you say?"
"I'm with you all the way. I love you all. I want this, I really want this."
"Good," Billy sighed in relief. "You will scream for us to stop it, but in a few hours you will be a member of our group, and my slave, forever."
Jen began to turn the crank on the winch. Click, click, click, click; it began to tighten. They adjusted my position on the rack, pulling my body up with their hands until my legs were basically tight in the rope with my ankles about eighteen inches apart. Click, click, click went the ratchet and I felt my arms pulled over my head and back. Click, click, click, it was pulling really tight like the feeling of hanging from my wrists that I had begun to get used to. Click, click, click, I could feel my rib cage stretch and by spine pulled tight. I let out a deep moan.
"How's that Ms. Baxter?" asked Jen.
"A couple of more dear. Let's get her really stretched taut."
Click, click, c l i c k, c l i c k. I'm being ripped apart. Every muscle is pulled as tight as a guitar string.
"One or two more should do it."
"I don't think I can get one more on it, Ms. Baxter."
"Sure you can, put yourself into the task girl, she won't break with just one more."
C l i c k! Aaaarghh! I was in unexplainable agony.
Without another word, the four stepped forward with their incense sticks in their hands. Ms. Baxter bent over me and looked down into my eyes. Then, still not speaking a word or making a sound, she cupped what little she could of my stretched left breast and jabbed the sharp pointed end of the incense into the skin about an inch above the nipple. I felt her push to cause the tip to break the skin and then a stabbing pain as she continued to push and twist the sliver into me.
"If her tits were a bit bigger I could have gotten it in farther. It's in only about a quarter of the way, thirty minutes. Thought I could do better. Who's next?"
"Me," said Jen as she moved forward and stabbed me in the stomach on the right side, reporting an eighth of an inch, twenty minutes.
They continued until it was Billy's turn. She finished with a vengeance, using all her power to push these little spears into me. Ten slim sticks stuck from me. They were symmetrically arranged with two in each breast, one on either side in the middle of my stomach, one dug into each armpit area, and two close together just above and below what there was of a tan line above my pussy.
"Give me two more Billy," said Ms. Baxter. She needs them on her inner thighs."
Moments later the final two were in place. They were ready to light them. My arms and legs were ripping out of their sockets, so the pain of the sticks being placed in me was not all that bad, being masked as it was by the pain of the rack. Would it cover the pain of the burning? I'd know soon enough.
"Which one first?" I heard.
"Mine. Left breast," Ms. Baxter, calm and in charge.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the match being struck and one of the longer sticks being lit. At first the end of the stick burned with a blue flame and then after a few seconds it went out, leaving a bright orange glow on the end. The sweet incense was powerful and exotic as its pungent power filled the room. The end of that glowing stick was touched by Ms. Baxter to the end of the other one stabbing into my left breast. It too began to glow and the thin snake of smoke began to dance upward as it began to burn ever so slowly toward me. It had about a quarter of an inch to go before it would reach my skin, so that was about forty minutes to wait in agony. They sat down and watched. Not speaking a word. Twenty minutes later when it was about half way to my skin, Jen rose and lit another. And about ten minutes later, Chris lit the one stabbed into my right armpit.
The method of the madness was now very clear. Once the first burning hit my skin, they were spaced out in time to keep the burning going for the three, maybe four hours it would take to burn out all of them. What sweet madness. What fiendish perversity.
At the speed of light the hiss of burning flesh and the thunderbolt of pain struck me. I jolted so hard at the pain and simultaneously yelled with such intensity that I moved on the rack and the three girls and Ms. Baxter bolted off the couch. I must have screamed for a full two minutes before I took a breath. Nothing in the past days had prepared me for this pain. As it burned in the pain grew. It felt like my entire breast was molten. Spasms of pain shot through me and my muscles convulsively pulled and I twisted and bucked on the rack trying to escape the pain that burned into me deeper and deeper so slowly and so terribly.
"My God, she is coming loose. Tighten the straps so she can't move."
It was all a blur. The pain was all-consuming. I could hear the words being spoken, but not identify the voice. Again I screamed, able to make the loudest and most blood curdling scream, but not able to form words or meaning beyond the obvious expression of total agony.
C L I C K, C L I C K. My shoulders were tearing off, I was sure. A white light was coming over me...
The pain, the pain! It was back. I was bathed in my sweat that flowed like tiny rivers over my body, but I could sense cold water on my face.
"Baby, you back? You O.K?"
I could make out the words, but not the voice or the face hovering over me.
I must have passed out. How long was I out? My senses began to return. I figured I was not out long because only my tit burned with the fire. The white light was coming back. I shook my head as best I could to clear the cobwebs. Try to fight if off. Try. Try. Slipping back into the pain I began to feel like I was spinning around. How can there be such a bright white light if you are blacking out?
Again the sensation of coming
back and the searing pain in my breast, but now it was in my armpit as well. Oh god, I'll never make it!
Fading in and out of consciousness I can't believe the fiendish nature of this torture. My eyes are blurry and I can't really make out who is who. I hear talking, but it is merely noise. The pain is so bad.
I'm slipping out again. But something is different. I am looking down, and wait, I am looking at myself. I am floating like a cloud over myself and looking down at myself. I am the most exquisite sight. I am beautiful, but it is clear I am in the greatest of agony. Sweat glistens off me in the soft light of the room, and every muscle in my body shows as I am drawn tight on this rack. Small specks of light are dotting my body from the burning sticks. I can see Ms. Baxter, Billy, Jen, and Chris. They are admiring me as I writhe in pain on the rack. Jen and Chris are making out. I can see the look in each of their eyes as they look at me. Each one is deeply in love with me at this moment. Once again, I can see that while I am stretched in agony, I hold each of my friends totally in my control. Even with Jen and Chris in passionate embrace and kissing, I am the center of their attention, as I am for Billy and Ms. Baxter. I am their prisoner, in severe agony, but it is me that controls them at this moment.
As I continue my out of body experience, I can see that I am slowly gaining control and coping with the pain. I am able to speak, but choose not to. I have put my mind in a calm state and as the vicious little sticks burn through my flesh and into my muscles, I am able to cope. Although drawn so taut, I can move slightly as if in a slow sensuous dance. As the vicious little sticks burn into me, they seem to lose their power. Maybe it is as they burn into the deeper part of the skin, they have gone past the nerve endings. I don't know, but I find that I can deal with it a bit better as it goes on.
The next thing I am aware of is the motion around me as Ms. Baxter and the girls are lowering me to the couch. They have placed my arms at my side, but I have no feeling in them at all. Jen is stroking my forehead and saying something sweet sounding. I feel as if I am paralyzed. I am numb all over, but I note that the searing pain has passed. The cobwebs in my head are still terribly thick, and I grope to gather my senses.
"Sleep, baby. Just sleep," comforts Billy.
As I regain consciousness on the couch, I begin to come to and am aware of my surroundings. Chris is asleep on the floor next to me. Instinctively I move my hand to my face. The dull ache and tingling sensation in my arm tells me it is coming back to life, but still strained. Slowly I begin to feel the rest of my body coming back to life like morning dawning over the hills. But, as it does, I realize that I am stiff and pained as if I have fallen from a cliff or been hit by a truck. I note that it is brightly light outside and assume it is midday. I can't remember ever feeling this tired before. I slip back to a restful sleep.
Dusk. I have been asleep all day. I am able to lift my head, but I am still racked with a dull ache that tells me every muscle is still protesting the hours of abuse they endured the night before. As I stir slightly, I am greeted.
"Well, everyone, Lani is back with us," the soothing tones of Ms. Baxter.
I turn my head slowly toward the sound to see her approaching from across the room. She looks beautiful as her nearly naked body slides down next to the couch. As she places her hand gently on my forehead, she bends down and sweetly kisses me on the mouth. I kiss her back, but it is not sweet. It is a hungry, powerful kiss. My aching arms raise automatically to pull her head to me. I can feel myself coming back to life, but I can also feel that I am somehow different. I'm more in control of myself, and more aggressive. I want Ms. Baxter, and I want her to know it.
"Wow, Lani. What gives? My God girl, you seem to be ready to go again."
"I just want you to know that I love you."
"I love you too, Lani, but you still need your rest. Now just lie back and relax. Let me get you something to drink. Juice?"
"Yeah, that would be great," I said as I propped myself up on my elbow. "Ugh. I hurt in places I didn't even know I had places."
The hour-long soak in the hot tub, followed by a strong and loving massage by Ms. Baxter and Billy really helped. I was helped up to bed by Billy and it felt so good to just lie there.
"Go ahead, baby, sleep in peace tonight. I'll come up to bed in a couple of hours or so. But I'll be real quiet. I promise." she said.
"No. Stay!" I said surprised by the strength and authority in my voice even though it was just above a whisper. "Climb on this bed and hold me and kiss me. I want you to do that for me now."
"O.K.," Billy replied in an almost stunned voice as she lowered herself down beside me.
"Billy, take off that fucking stupid Tee shirt, will 'ya?" I ordered.
"What?"
"You heard me! Take it off. I want you naked."
"But I can't sleep like that. You know that," she whined.
"Come on! It's time for some changes."
"Jesus, Lani. What's come over you? I thought you said you belonged to me, and now you are giving me orders,"
"I do belong to you, but you belong to me too. You got to understand that having come through this week, I have been delivered into a new life. I will do anything that makes you happy Billy, but I must also do what makes me happy. I am your love slave and will be anytime you want. But I am new and alive and want to experience every kind of thing that I can. When I want to have a man or woman, I will have them. When I want to experience pain, I will. When I want to give myself to somebody, or take somebody, I will. But none of that will change my love for you or the fact that I will always belong to you. Do you understand?"
Our eyes locked and I could feel the spiritual bond cement. My heart pounded.
"Yes. But I haven't lost you have I?" she whispered.
"No, never. Your hold is stronger now than it has ever been. It is because of you that I found the real me. I'll never forget that. Now take off that stupid ass shirt and come kiss me all over and eat me all night long."
Billy slipped off her bikini bottom and let it slip to the floor. Then she reached down expressionless and began to pull the Tee shirt off over her head. As I caught sight of her beautiful breasts I began to come alive. But my spirits soared as I saw the huge smile on her face as the shirt came over her head. She jumped on to the bed next to me and buried her face between my legs. I was going to like the new me, and the new power I held.
We awoke early. Billy had 'worked' hard for hours and while she may have been a bit tired, I was feeling refreshed and renewed. For the most part my soreness was gone. As I remembered from my days in competitive gymnastics, you can bounce back easily from things if you are in great shape. I bounded from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. As I passed the full-length mirror doors on the closet, I stopped for the first time in days to take a good, long, and I'll admit it, admiring look at myself. I was pleased with what I saw. God, I was tanned 'black'. Just the way I liked it.
My muscles showed well and I liked their cut look on my arms, legs and stomach. I flexed my stomach a bit to see how the bricks were doing and again was very proud. Especially since I hadn't worked out in days. I made a mental note to start big with the sit-ups and weights as soon as I got home. Then, looking closer, I began to notice the marks of the last several days. A few deep maroon or purple stripes were visible on my chest, stomach and legs. I turned to the left to see my side and back and noticed a few 'beauties', the remnants of welts on my hips and sides. Turning farther, I noted the muted pattern on my back and ass. The marks did not jump out at me, they were subtle. I guess because of my tan. I liked the way they looked, and I liked the message they sent. On still closer examination as I finished the circle and looked directly at myself I noticed the tiny red dots, sort of like little pimples or blisters that marked the points were the sticks had burned. I laughed softly to myself, thinking how innocent looking they were and how disproportionate the marks
were to the pain I had suffered. But then I caught myself concentrating on the word 'suffer.' Sure, I had endured pain, sometimes great. As each session began I was filled with excitement and anticipation. Then as the pain began to register I grew scared and only too anxious to have it end. This seemed natural to me. What did not seem natural was the next step in each session. That was the step of acceptance, followed by the desire to have increasing levels of pain inflicted and the desire to go ever deeper into this experience. I went, every time, from begging for the session to stop to begging for the session to continue.
I also had the thought cross my mind for the first time that if these marks didn't go away in the next couple of days, I might have to tell my Mom about my new-found interest a little sooner than I would be ready for. This could be a real problem. How do you tell your Mom that you have a new hobby and that you loved to be whipped and tortured? Obviously, I wouldn't have to tell her about it except for the marks. But since she was used to seeing me naked a good deal of the time at home, my suddenly taking to wearing shirts and shorts in the middle of Summer would go unnoticed for not more than twenty seconds. Oh well, I guessed I would cross that bridge when I came to it.
Chapter Seventeen
That day passed with the four of us bodyboarding and Ms. Baxter tanning on the beach to the delight of the boys and men passing by. The four of us were out topless, and having a grand time. The salt water was the final medicine my body needed to mend completely. I now had a new physical vigor to match my spiritual and sexual awakening. After a quick snack on the beach after about two hours out we were ready to go back in the water when the idea struck me.
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