The Inlaws 9
The preacher said, "You also blasphemed. Even worse I see you said Jesus Christ,
God, damn and cursed your sister to hell. Is that true?"
I was about to say she was not my sister then remembered that she was by
marriage. I just hung my head knowing that if the other girl had got ten for two
words I would get at least forty or fifty. I whined, "Yes it is true but she
made me do it by laughing at me after I was punished."
He looked at Salliemae and said, "Is that true?"
Salliemae said, "Yes Preacher but I couldn't help it. She looked so funny
waddling around naked with her legs open."
The preacher said, "Well that is a mitigating circumstance although it is a
grievous sin to condemn some one to hell. You will get six with this."
He held up the snake whip.
I could not believe how lucky I was. The other girl had got ten for just saying
Jesus. He said to prepare myself and I began removing my clothes.
I was really sorry I had worn so much clothing. It forced me to do a slow
striptease for them. I hated the lecherous stares as they watched skin bared to
be punished.
Finally my garter belt came off and he had me turn around slowly to add to my
embarrassment but by then nudity did not bother me although the thought of that
nasty whip hitting my skin did. Then I reminded myself I was lucky and also I
was sure the whip would be no worse than a big switch. I hoped he would
appreciate my courage and go easier on me if I offered to take the six lashes
untied.
I whimpered, "I'll take my punishment untied if you want."
"No you won't. Prepare her."
I was led over to a length of haybale twine going up to the ceiling. One of the
men pulled on it and I heard a squeaking noise. I looked up to see the twine was
tied to wrist cuffs on a rope going over a rusty pulley. I watched in fear as
the cuffs were being pulled down to me. The twine was untied from the cuffs and
the cuffs were buckled tightly to my wrists then my arms raised above my head.
A log was brought out about five feet long and my legs were pulled open to
buckle my ankles to the ends.
A man took the twine and began lacing it around the bases of my breasts in a
figure eight pattern. As each loop was added my breasts became as hard as
cantaloupes and I sobbed knowing that would not let the whip sink in to lessen
the pain.
Finally my arms were pulled up until the log left the floor. My shoulders and
hips felt a horrible strain and I knew they would soon cramp. I couldn't
understand why they would go to this much trouble for six lashes.
I found out. The men took a whip to each end of the stage and the Preacher said,
"Okay folks. Line up. No pushing you will all get your chance."
I realized six meant six for each person. That was impossible. There had to be
at least forty people out there rushing to be at the head of the line. Even the
women, girls and kids were lining up. My only consolation was that either my
endomorphins would kick in or else I would faint either of which would stop the
pain.
Men pulled ropes at the end of the log to turn my back or front towards the
lines so no-one would miss a thing as the whip bit into me all over but mainly
to my most sensitive areas of inner thighs, breasts,pussy, and into the crack of
my ass.
I was wrong about the whip it was worse than the switch since it was heavier and
the delays while my whipper was replaced allowed time for the pain to register.
The little kids were the worst. At the urging of their parents they would hit as
hard as they could and giggle at the way my body went into contortions from the
pain. The delay while the whipper waited for advice and my body turned to let
everyone see the body part hit would not let my endomorphins kick in. No-one was
in any hurry. they paused between lashes to comment on how the lash had made my
tits jump or my pussy lips rip open. I fainted several times but they would just
throw cold water on me and stick smelling salts under my nose until I was alert
again.
I didn't even try to count the lashes. The welts ran together to redden me from
just below my neck to my knees. Towards the end I felt liquid running down my
stomach and legs and realized the many intersections of welts were bleeding.
Finally it was over. They threw buckets of cold water over me and kept sticking
the smelling salts under my nose until I was completely alert then threw salt
water on me to set my body on fire. They kept it up until the burn finally eased
and I began to shiver from the cold water.
They threw a blanket over me and carried me out to the truck where I rolled from
side to side in the dirt and gravel while the truck bounced through potholes. I
tried in vain to find one spot I could lie on without pain. The pain and
exhaustion let me sleep most of the way back.
In the morning while Salliemae was putting salve on me Jake came in. He looked
at my crotch and said, "Those church bastards really did a job on her. I won't
be able to fuck her pussy or ass for weeks. Those scabs would tear the skin off
my dick."
Salliemae said, "I'll take care of you Jake."
"Good. I'll see you when you finish here. Meanwhile little Evies tongue can get
me hard for you."
I was devastated. He saw how badly I was hurt yet showed no sympathy. It seemed
so unfair. I had done all these things because I loved him and it seemed to be
for nothing. I completely lost all self-esteem. I didn't care what they did to
me. I actually hoped they would kill me.
I was sick for days. All the cuts must have become infected in spite of the
saltwater and alcohol because I had a high fever that constantly had me throwing
off covers because of the heat and then huddling in them from chills.
Salliemae and Evie took care of me. They would put salve on and pick off the
scabs when they became loose. Finally I was well enough to walk around but
couldn't stand cloth rubbing on me so remained naked. I was afraid to look at a
mirror or even down at my body so sure I was a mass of scars like a burn victim.
When Salliemae was picking off the last of the scabs I asked, "Do I look
horrible? Like a monster in the movies?
"Oh no. You look fine. Oh sure you have some little scars like me but not bad."
I worked up my nerve and went to the living room which had an old mirror
discolored at the edges from age. She was right. I just had a lot of really
skinny scars kind of like the stretch marks pregnant women get. Not wanting to
eat had shrunk my waist to 20 inches making my figure look even better. I felt
some pride again and decided I would never give them an excuse to whip me again
to mar my beauty.
God knows they tried to get me to disobey. They actually sat around the porch
and discussed things I should have to do.
I didn't object to anything. Daddy and Jake who had the biggest dicks fucked my
pussy and ass at the same time while I sucked Billybob. When I just enjoyed it
they had the dogs fuck both my pussy and ass but I fooled them and closed my
eyes just to enjoy the feel of their fur and their swollen pricks. I even
managed to get orgasms. Even though they called me a slut and a bitch because I
had orgasms I ignored them knowing I was only doing it because I was forced.
When that didn't work they made me suck the dog and when I still did not protest
they had me suck a goat until he was hard then let him fuck me.I was not about
to fall in the trap of refusing them and in defiance did all I could to achieve
orgasms just to spite them.
Then they tied me to a low bench and let a donkey fuck me after I made him hard
by licking his dick which was way too big to get in my mouth. That backfired on
them. I had never felt anything that filled me so completely and let me feel
friction on every inch of my channel. I had several glorious orgasms to their
disappointment.
They had Evie and Jody see how many of their fists they could force in my pussy.
With a tremendous stretch that I thought may tear me they managed to drive in
all four of their fists but even that got me off when they began pumping them as
they giggled in glee. I enjoyed the older people's disappointment.
Then they decided to torture me in a way that would not excite me. They said
they had thought of something I should try but if I didn't want to do it I could
take a whipping instead. Naturally I said I would do it.
They led me over to a barbed wire fence and told me to push my nipples against
it. It was easy to avoid the barbs so I did. When they touched I was hit with an
electric jolt and jumped back. They laughed and said that was an electric fence
and it sent pulses of electricity every second. If I could keep my nipples
against it for ten seconds I would not get a whipping. It hadn't really hurt so
I did it. Each jolt caused the muscles in my tits to contract then loosen to
keep my boobs moving, They loved it but surprisingly so did I. When I left them
there after the ten seconds was up I was pulled back and that was my
satisfaction because he got a shock from me.
They decided my nipples weren't sensitive enough so they turned off the charger
long enough to lift me and let me down straddling the fence. My weight took out
all the slack in the fence and still I looked down to see a wrinkle at the top
of my slit from the pressure of the wire. They turned on the fence charger and
jolts caused my pussy muscles to tighten and loosen as jolts hit my sensitive
clit and anus. The only problem was the jolts came at the same rate and like in
masturbation I wanted them faster as I got close to orgasm. I solved the problem
by sliding forward and back to let the barbs poke my clit and anus until I could
cum.
That puzzled them and they lifted me off to go to something different.
They tied my legs open to stakes in the ground while I sat in the dirt.Then they
tied my wrists to other stakes.
Salliemae came to me and started dribbling honey on my nipples then down my
tummy to fill my open slit. I thought they were just going to let the dogs lick
me but then she started dribbling the honey to a big anthill. Daddy laughed and
said, "You aren't going to get off on this. Those are red ants and they have a
nasty bite."
I watched in fear as ants began following the trail of honey to my crotch. then
the first ants came but at first they just crawled on me tickling me as they
climbed my tummy to my nipples. Soon there were thousands of them on me and in
my slit and they finished off the outer layer of honey and began biting the thin
layer and my skin. It was awful. Their bites were nearly as bad as bees and I
began to cry as the bites and burning sensation covered my nipples and all
through my open slit.
Daddy laughed and said, "I told you she wouldn't like this."
I screamed, "Get them off me. I'll do anything. Just get them off me. They are
eating me."
Daddy said,"Do you want us to kill them?"
I screamed, "Yes. Yes."
Billybob ran off to come back with paddles made of one by two boards and they
began beating my tits and tummy and pussy with them. It was killing the ants but
the stings of the paddles were just as bad. finally they stopped and Salliemae
used a wood spoon to scrape the ants out of my pussy that were in too deep to be
hit by their paddles.
It seemed to satisfy them that I had begged for mercy so they let me alone. I
choked down a little moonshine to get my mind off the stinging then took a deep
breath and poured it over my burning nipples and pussy to cause an even greater
burn for a second before the cooling evaporation of the alcohol helped.
Evie said, "Can I hose her titties Daddy. I love to watch them flop around."
"You'll have to ask her Honey."
Evie came to me and asked. "Can I hose your titties, Allene."
I looked at Daddy and said, "I suppose if I say No you wil come up with
something worse won't you."
"Oh I suppose so."
"Okay Evie you little monster. Do it."
She ran off and Billybob tied my wrists together then my elbows to force my
breasts out.
She came running back with a rubber hose about three fet long she immediately
used with both hands to hit my tits individually to either drive them into my
armpits or make them slap together. It hurt awful and they began swelling right
away but something snapped and I screamed, "Harder you little bitch. Kill me so
I can get away from you."
I think she was hitting as hard as she could anyway but she gritted her teeth
and tried to hit harder.
Just as I was about to faint Jake said "Enough. Stop it."
I was taken inside and Salliemae began dipping washrags in ice water to soak my
purple tits.
I heard my first good news since I had been there. I heard Jake say to Daddy.
"It isn't any fun to torture Allene anymore. She has got to the point where she
just doesn't care. I am going to take her on down to the Caribbean and pamper
her awhile so I can make her beg for mercy again."
"You are probably right son. That is why I don't bother whupping your Ma
anymore. the only thing that seems to work on her is when the church does it. I
am hoping she will start feeling again."
We just stayed there for another day for the swelling and bruises on my tits to
lessen then packed up and caught the plane to the Caribbean.
I love it here. He has been real nice and there are nude beaches so I can
satisfy my learned exhibitionism. I have thought what I may do when he starts to
hurt me again but if I leave him I will never get a chance to enjoy things like
this again. I guess I will just have to go along with it unless it becomes
totally unbearable.
The End
