WHITE VICTIM5
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They were pleased enough with me to buy an air mattress and a blanket from
Goodwill. That seemed like a luxury after having to sleep on the hard floor
naked and shivering because they liked the window open at night.
Now that I was kind of famous my whoring went up to five or six men a day. That
wouldn't have been so bad since by now my anus had stretched to accomadate even
the huge penis's and I even was able to get two or three orgasms. The bad part
was they encouraged my "Clients" to inflict pain on me to make me more tolerant.
They even bought more "toys" for the task. A lot of the things I didn't even
know existed.
They bought clamps with sharp teeth to put on my nipples and labia and even
sometimes my clitoris which never failed to make me scream until I was hoarse.
If that wasn't bad enough they added big fishweights to the clamps to increase
the bite even more and worst of all whip me while I was wearing them to make
them jerk and bite horribly.
The most scary thing was an electric prod. They would stick it into my pussy or
ass and push the button over and over to cause pain and to make my muscles
contract deep into my guts. That was nearly unbearable but then they would shock
one nipple and then the other which made my heart beat irregularly and I was
sure I would have a heart attack. When I told them that they did it to me again
then Bess put her ear to my chest and confirmed my heart was beating at least
200 beats a minute.
Thankfully from then on they just used it on my lower stomach, pussy, and anus.
By then my body was getting pretty scarred so they would allow my "clients" to
whip me until I welts crossed welts and I would begin to bleed.
Then one day something really weird happened. They had me strung up in the usual
position for my pain treatments and something snapped in my brain. Long into the
whipping it suddenly began to excite me. I found I was pushing out my pussy to
meet the lash as I became delerious and lost control. My body was convulsing as
monstrous orgasms crashed theough it. I heard vaguely Bess say."Yeah Allene! Get
into it!"
They whipped me until my mind and body could not stand anymore and I fainted..
From then on I didn't care how much they hurt me. I guess I got suicidal because
I began to look forward to the pain hoping they would hurt me so bad I would
die. I didn't die I just became easier to bring to orgasm.
Then about three dsys before the contest the pain sessions stopped since they
wanted me to heal up to look better. I know it sounds crazy but I missed the
sessions. It seemed the only way I could escape this nightmare was through the
fantastic orgasms the pain gave me. I even begged them to whip me only to be
told, "Noway Bitch.. It takes too much to bring you off and we want you lookin
good."
Instead they taught me to do a striptease to a pounding beat from their boombox.
They bought a sleazy nylon dress with snaps holding the front together and
panties and bras with snap fasteners I could remove easily while moving to the
beat. The dance was much too obscene even for the sleaziest dance club. After I
was naked I was told to grab my nipples and jerk my tits around and even slap
them to make them jump. Then I would lie on my back with my legs open and back
to lift my pussy and grab the labia to pull my lips open to maximum to show all
the pink inside.
When I finally was doing it to their satisfaction I was rewarded by a pussy
spanking with a strap to just get it red with no cuts or welts until I had a
wonderful orgasm.
Finally it was time to go to the event. Georgia was right. The place was packed
with people both men and women who cheered at the first sight of me.
I did my dance and actually enjoyed all the whistling and cheers. The other pimp
had learned so he had his girl dance too which was just as obscene with a finale
of having her push her hand into her pussy up to the wrist and twist it
viciously.
Finally the bell rang and not caring if I was hurt I just waded into her rather
than the usual strategy of circling warily looking for an opportunity like
boxers. She was bigger than me but I didn't care. I swung my whip as hard as I
could although that left me open for lashes that went deep into my pussy. By the
time the bell signalled the end of the round we were both panting for breath and
were dripping blood from the lashes.
Their greed was their undoing. Evidentally too much word had gotten out and a
snitch told the police. Suddenly the door burst open and gobs of cops poured
through it.
At first they didn't believe me and treated me as a common whore until I finally
convinced them to go to the apartment and get my purse with my ID. That finally
convinced them and Georgia and Bess were charged with kidnapping.
The trial was an ordeal with me being embarrassed by having the prosecutor show
the straight jury large blown up pictures of my scarred nude body with even the
one where I was holding my lips open to show the ripped inner lips.
They even brought Georgia's entire collection of torture tools while the
prosecutor explained how they were used and what effect they would cause.
That convinced them though as they were sure no-one would allow themselves to be
subjected to such torture and they sentenced them to the maximum penalty of life
imprisonment. I would have been happier to have them electrocuted.
I arranged to get plastic surgery to remove the scars and at the detective's
insistence I went to a psychiatrist. That was a fiasco. He wanted every little
detail of my ordeal and when I saw a lump rise in his pants I never went back.
I kept having nightmares where I was back in the apartment being tortured but
maybe they weren't nightmares because I always woke up with my pussy sopping wet
and it only took a little masturbation to get me off.
Finally when the worst scars were gone I felt ready to date again. I didn't want
to date anyone who knew me and my ordeal but finally met a total stranger at the
tennis club who had just moved to town. Normally he would have been a wonderful
lover since he was very patient and spent a long time on foreplay but I could
still never get to orgasm.
Then on my birthday he took me to a nice restaurant who provided a little cake
and the waitresses sang Happy Birthday. When we got back home he gave me a
present of diamond earrings. I kissed him and said, "For this nice a present I
should get a Birthday spanking."
To my delight he said, "That sounds wild! I haven't given anyone a Birthday
spanking since I was a kid. Are you serious?
I didn't answer I just stood to reach under my skirt to pull down my panties
then lifted my skirt aove my waist and flopped over his lap.
The first two were barely more than pats with his big hnd but when I giggled and
said, "Harder. You wimp." he paused for a second then started hitting me at
least enough to make slapping sounds and bring a pleasant sting to my
buttcheeks.
We both got so excited We just dropped to the floor not bothering to get
undressed except for him opening his fly. I held up my hips so when he thrust my
butt slammed down on the hardwood floor.
"When we were done we sat on the couch with drinks and a cigarette. He said
"God. I have never seen you so excited."
"I know. You can spank me anytime."
He grinned and said "I'll take you up on that."
I have high hopes of training him to go on to other things. Not to the point of
scarring of cours but at least I may again feel the thrill of a stinging whip.
