Lani's Initiation

by Danielle Richards

  "Hurry Billy, please. Hurry. More, yes, more, more."

  "Nineteen... twenty."

  Without a word or even looking at her, Billy handed the whip to Latticia, knowing that she knew exactly what to do with it.

  "Twenty-one... twenty-two."

  "Ahhh! Ahhh!" The very tip of the whip snapped in right on my clit. I shook all over in wild spasms of pain and passion. "Yessss!"

  The room was out of control. Men and women were screaming. Some for joy, some in disgust, most in awe and amazement. Nobody, certainly not me, was going to forget this night anytime in this lifetime.

  "Bart, Bart! Come here" ordered Billy.

  He stepped forward with more eagerness than I would have suspected. I could hardly see him as the sweat streamed off my hair and head and into my eyes. Again I could feel the waves of a massive, explosive, volcanic orgasm welling up inside.

  "Hurry up Bart," Billy shouted. "Get in three quick strokes as she comes. Look at her, she's out of control."

  Clumsy, awkward, but not without strength. "Twenty-three... twenty-four... twenty-five... twenty-six... twenty-seven... twenty eight!" I could no longer feel the individual blasts of pain. Just an incredible sea of fire which raged through my whole body.

  "Stop, stop!" Billy yelled as Latticia grabbed and held his arm. He broke free, pulled a chair over and pushed it under the cross. He was acting like a possessed spirit. He jumped up on the chair and buried his face in my pussy, his tongue lapping and sucking up the juices that were streaming from me as I came wildly and shook violently in a stunning series of orgasms that blasted from me, erasing the pain of the whip and replacing it with the feeling of ecstasy that I knew came from this powerful combination.

  Bart continued to work feverishly, fucking me with his beautiful tongue. As first kisses went, I thought, this was a great one. As I opened my eyes again, I began to get dizzy. Was the cross swinging in a circle or was the room spinning around it? Everything got hazy, the sound of the band was beginning again, and then it all went black and very quiet.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  The shock of the spray of cold water brought me back into the world that sometime earlier had been so delightfully exciting, so delightfully sexually charged, and so delightfully painful. I shook my head and tried to stand and move my arms before I became conscious of the fact that I was still mounted on the cross. The crowd had thinned some, but the club still hummed with activity and dancing, maybe about two hundred hot, sweaty, drunk, crazed and horny young men and women remained.

  The pain in my arms and shoulders and now across my chest was a numbing pain, an extended and consuming agony, a deep and penetrating ache. "What time is it?" I asked now hoping that it was time to come down.

  "About three thirty. And, no, you can't come down yet. The deal was till five and you are going to make it and win me a bunch of money," Billy replied.

  "What money?" I asked curious, and hoping thinking about anything but the pain in my muscles would help the time past faster and less painfully.

  "The bets I made that you would make it, baby. Don't let me down. I'd love to win, and sure can't afford to lose."

  "How much?"

  "About five hundred dollars," she said with fear in her voice. "So, unless you die up there, you ain't getting down. You can make it, baby."

  "I'll make it to six for that kind of money. Only, my shoulders and arms are killing me hanging here like this. Can you think of anything that will get my mind off my arms?" I asked.

  "Well, Ms. Bax... I mean Beth there recommended that we add a little something to your picture to really impress the crowd and some friend of Bill's."

  "Like what?" I asked. But one peek at Jen holding two long silver skewers answered the question. I remembered them, or ones just like them from the beach house when they used them to pierce my nipples.

  "Oh shit!"

  "Come on baby, you know damn well that you loved it last time. Besides, it will look totally evil. By the way, they are video taping this part so that you can see it later. This will be really something," she said with genuine excitement.

  With that Jen pushed up a chair and stepped up on it to be able to reach my nipple without difficulty. Briefly our eyes met in complete understanding of the pleasures of submission. Then she firmly grasped my left tit and put the point of the long thin skewer right at the base of my rock hard and jutting nipple. I watched as she pushed slowly and the nipple resisted the attack, then gave and the point went in accompanied by a sharp and radiating pain. A bit more pushing and the tip of the skewer came out the other side and Jen continued to push until the nipple was pierced with about two inches of the silver sticking horizontally out of both sides. It always amazes me that you can feel the attacking metal sliding through you, but that the real pain seems to come most when it first comes in and then when it breaks out the other side.

  Without looking in my eyes, Jen took the other silver spear and repeated the procedure with this skewer in a vertical manner with the point down going just in front of the other and behind the teeth of the nipple clamp still biting into me. She pushed it down until the two pins resembled the cross I was on. With the second skewer a trickle of blood came out of my nipple and dripped down my breast and chest. Wonderful symbolism. It hurt very much. It hurt wonderfully and beautifully. And I knew by the look on her face and the others in the crowd watching in awed silence that the look of it was fantastic.

  After about another half hour I think I must have either passed out or merely fallen asleep. Suddenly I was being roused and greeted with cheers from the hard-core crowd that had remained telling me that it was five in the morning and that I had made it. Billy was now five hundred dollars richer. Coming to, I saw Ms. Baxter lying on her back with arms and legs spread, atop a table to the side. She was being administered to by Bill, who was holding her head up and having her sip a drink. She seemed to be coming round and looked like a lady who had just enjoyed some beautiful torment.

  "Let's get her off now," Billy was saying to Bart, Chris and Jen, as the cross was tilted back so I lay on top of my side of it.

  "It's five baby, you been up there all night. And you were marvelous, absolutely marvelous," she said in a nearly reverent tone. "Rest here a bit, then we'll take you home, and we'll bring Bart with us. I've said it's O.K., but that he can't stay after today. Tomorrow is our last day and we just want to spend it together."

  As I just lay there with my eyes closed, trying to encourage blood and feeling back into my arms and legs and to savor the pain I felt all over, I could feel the gentle stroking of my forehead and my legs and arms and hands by the girls. I would have been content to lie there on that filthy floor for a very long time, but suddenly Ms. Baxter, looking far better than she had a few minutes earlier was leaning over me and telling me to get up, I had someone to meet, or had I forgotten. I smiled to myself and glanced a quick look at Billy as I noticed the four lovely welts and one trickle of blood on Ms. Baxter's right breast from Billy's clever whip wielding. As I looked at Billy I also noticed that Latticia was standing behind her and stroking her hair. I guess a lot had happened while I had endured and enjoyed my first, and hopefully not my last crucifixion.

  In fact I had forgotten that I was supposed to meet Bill's friend, but now it came back to me. Had he waited all this time? Slowly I lifted myself and followed her across the room, and up the stairs to Bill's office. The fact that I was absolutely naked and bleeding from four whip cuts, wearing nipple clips and had my left nipple run through by two long silver skewers didn't seem to matter.

  Once upstairs and in Bill's office the fatigue of the past several hours hit me like a ton of bricks and I threw myself on to the couch, as did Ms. Baxter. We reclined there together not saying a word for some time. But slowly the shared exhilaration of what we had been through, plus the nearness of our bodies and the traces we both sho
wed had their inevitable effect. I felt Ms. Baxter's soft fingers run slowly up my thighs and I groaned in pure delight as I lay back and let my legs fall open. She delved gently inside my cunt while her tongue licked and circled my pierced and clamped left nipple. All the time she whispered my name and I reached under her to grasp wonderful handfuls of her fabulous breasts, digging my fingers in hard on her welts to drive her towards her own orgasm as she drove me to mine. We peaked at the same time, arching and rubbing against each other as the climax ripped through us both and then we collapsed back; totally spent and limp.

  About fifteen minutes later Bill and another man entered. By then Ms. Baxter had fixed my hair in a new braid that she had casually draped over my shoulder. I kept the haku lei on as well. It seemed that my sheer white pareo had sort of disappeared but since Bill's friend had seen me on the cross for several hours, Ms. Baxter convinced me that I really had nothing to hide. She had me stand in the middle of the room in front of the desk. Blood stained, whipped, clipped and stabbed. Even my exhibitionist tendencies had never prepared me for standing naked in the middle of a room with skewers running through my nipple waiting to meet a stranger.

  "Lani, Linda, this is Mr. M. You remember Mr. M don't you Linda," said Bill introducing us like we were about to sit down at the bank and negotiate a loan.

  Not bad. Forty, maybe forty-five. Five eight, average build, golfer or tennis tan, salt and pepper hair. Friendly yet high-class face, O.K. build. He didn't say a word, merely nodded or half bowed to me and then just stared at me. Good. Now if he was not too far out, this might work. I could feel my heart pounding like the first time I saw and realized what the hammock hooks on the deck were for. Fear and excitement in the same potent mix of a cocktail I was getting addicted to.

  "Thank you Bill," The accent was the Japanese-English you hear so much in Honolulu. But the tone was good, the voice mellow, and I could understand him clearly, so far. "I would like to talk to you"

  "Sure" I said, feeling a bit odd again standing in the middle of the room naked and covered in welts and carrying on a polite conversation with a stranger.

  "Thank you. You are very beautiful girl. How old?" he asked.

  "Thank you sir. I'm eighteen, nineteen next month."

  "Please sit. Bill, Linda," he said motioning me toward the chair, and them toward the couch. "I want to thank you for talking to me. I am always looking for beauties like you who like to share my little hobby and interest. Let me get to the point of what I want Wednesday, O.K.?"

  I nodded, and he told me pretty well what Bill had already explained - except I hadn't realized the deal he was setting up was worth six hundred and twenty five million bucks!

  "I want to tell my client that I have you as my house slave girl. You do gardening and stuff some days at my house. He and I, my secretary and his assistant will meet out on my lanai at lunch to finalize deal. You will have chain on your leg and wear only a small g-string bikini. You will work in garden in front of the Lanai and pull weeds. You will be sure to give him good view of you. I know he will like you. This will make him very happy and he will know I am intentionally distracting him. It will be fun and help negotiations move fast. I am sure he will ask to meet you. When lunchtime comes, I will ask if he wants you to decorate table for him. He did this for me once in Indonesia. It is wonderful fun. We will grab you. You will resist a bit by pretending, but my housekeeper and valet will take you and tie you up feet and hands in 'X' on top of the luncheon table. You will struggle, but not be able to escape as you are in wrist and ankle cuffs and pulled tight. We eat with you as our centerpiece. He will tease you and you be rude to him. But not too much rude, please. Then I will offer to let him punish you if he wants. My guess is he will want to. I will have you tied in our punishment area standing up with your arms pulled above you. He will want to whip you. He likes girls to fight back and scream. It is more game than real with him. But you will get some whips on you. Then he will leave and my valet will take you home. You can stay as long as you want to rest or whatever then go. O.K., so, what do you think?"

  I don't know what came over me, but I just answered, "Fine. Sounds like fun. Do you provide the g-string bikini that you like or should I wear one of mine? You want me to wear the bikini top when I am gardening? Will I be naked on the table and while being whipped? It's O.K. either way, I'm just curious."

  "You will do it then?" he said with schoolboy excitement edging into his voice.

  "Yes, sounds like a fun game. I am sure I can do what you want. He can whip me pretty hard if he wants to."

  "What do you call pretty hard? Mr. M." Ms. Baxter asked in a businesslike tone.

  "I think my friend likes pretty hard whip like me. But not nearly so hard as you had tonight. Some leave some red mark and welt on skin for several hours, maybe next day the mark still shows. Is that O.K?"

  "If you or your friend are going to whip me, you can go harder," I told him, "I hope you will. I think I like it better that way and I'll be more convincing in my screams."

  "Hai. Hai," he broke flustered into Japanese. "I can't believe how easy you agree and how you, so beautiful, seem so willing. But let me answer your questions of a moment ago. First, I will provide you the bikini. I have perfect thing in mind. Very small top to come off when you go on the table. This will excite my friend who will want to play with your nipples. I think we will leave the bottom on the whole day, unless you and my friend decide to have sex."

  Bill interrupted, "O.K. then Mr. M. We got ourselves a deal here."

  "Yes Bill-San, we have, as you say, a deal. Do not worry, I will reward your service as always, and Lani too will get a tip, maybe two or three thousand dollars if she does a good job. I remember what you told me about no pay."

  Suddenly the whole thing turned sour in my mouth and I wanted to spit it out once the subject of money came up. I was about to tell Mr. M what he could do with his 'tip' when Bill stepped in.

  "Why not just leave it as is. No pay, no discussion of tips and play it by ear when you leave," he suggested.

  "I am sorry if I upset you, Lani. But I am generous man and just want you to know how much I appreciate you and want you to have tip for nice things if you may want," Mr. M said.

  "That's fine with me." I told them. "But you guys have to get this clear. I am doing this because I want to. I'm not doing it for you, or for the money. But if you like me when I leave and we all have fun, a hundred bucks would make me feel good and be very appreciated."

  "I really like this girl, Bill," Mr. M said, standing up and looking me right in the eye. "Thank you so much for introducing me to her, I will not forget the favor. Lani, I look forward to seeing you on Wednesday." He gave a polite little bow in my direction and made to leave but at the door he turned back to me and said, "Oh, yes dear girl. Please no more whips on you until Wednesday. Thank you." The quick bow and he was gone.

  "Wow," I said turning to Ms. Baxter "I can't believe I did that."

  "Second thoughts?"

  "No, but if you don't mind, can you take these things off me now, my nipples are beginning to really feel dead."

  "Oh my God, yes," Ms. Baxter said and as gently as she could she removed the two skewers and then the nipple clips. I let out a half gasp and scream as she did. Blood began to trickle ever so slightly from the places the pins had pierced me.

  "Let me bet some clean gauze and I'll clean that blood off,"

  "No, don't. I'm fine, really." I insisted and stepped back a foot or two from her. "I want to leave it there for a while. I like the way it looks and I want Bart and the girls to see it. Can we get going? I'm ready to pass out in your car for the ride home."

  We headed for the door but Bill called us back.

  "By the way, Linda and Lani. I don't think I've told you that you were totally fantastic tonight. So, how about if once a month or so if either of you feel like it, co
ming in here and getting crucified naked and whipped for a few hours, just call me up and we'll get the cross ready and the word out. O.K? And, if you feel like you want some money sometimes, just ask for it." He added that last bit carefully and waited to see what my reaction would be.

  It seemed like he'd got the idea.

  I flashed him a big smile and gave him a hug, as I stepped back from him I was so pleased to see that I had left a nice bloodstain on the front of his expensive suit. A little something for him to remember the evening by. Nice touch.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  On the way back in the car I lay with my head on Billy's lap and my ass on Bart's as they both gently stroked me. It was beginning to get light as we roared across the bridge out of Haleiwa and down the coast toward the house. We were all pretty quiet with the radio making all the noise we needed.

  My thoughts were on the past week and the summer ahead. Both excited me. The last week had opened me to new and exciting prospects. I had learned a great deal about myself and my new friends. Surely, I'd never look at Ms. Baxter in the same light; but strangely her role as teacher had not been diminished in my eyes. I still knew she was one of the best English teachers ever. I had also found that she had lessons to teach me in areas well beyond anything I could have imagined a week before. It was just that now I knew a whole lot more - and I liked what I knew. I still didn't fully understand how I could enjoy pain so much and I knew I still had a long way to go. But it was going to be fun getting wherever I was going.

  I also knew Billy, Jen, Chris and, should I say it, Linda and I would be very special friends for years to come. I also fully expected and hoped to have Billy as a lover forever. After all, Ms. Baxter and my Mom, that foxy babe, had remained close - much closer than I ever knew - all those years. So I expected pretty much the same with Billy and me. Jen and Chris were a hoot. I knew that the next year for all of us was going to be wonderful.