White Victim 9
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We parked near the door and got out where Joe removed my raincoat and unhooked
the leash behind my neck to lead me to the door. I missed the feel of it on my
clit and shivered from the cold night air on my nearly nude body.
We went through the door to see gobs of men and women beautifully dressed and
milling around with drinks in their hands. What caught my attention was a small
round stage with two ropes with wrist cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Joe
grabbed my lead and led me up two steps to the stage where I noticed two ankle
cuffs wide apart attached to rings in the floor.
He removed my cape although it hid very little and I sucked in my tummy and
pushed out my boobs gratified by the applause and cheers as he led me around in
a circle to give everyone a good view.
He announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen I am proud to present our new prospective
member. Slave Allene. You have the numbers denoting your turn. Will number one
present his card to Master Jim at the foot of the steps."
It was obvious the initiation was to start immediately crushing my hopes I would
have time to work up some excitement. I assumed the numbers had been picked at
random but later I realized they were picked based on the ferocity of the
instrument. This was diabolical since when things got worse I would not want to
quit and suffer everything in the past for nothing.
Joe told me to get on my hands and knees then lower my head to the floor and
push up my ass. The first man just had a ping pong paddle which stung each
buttcheek but not terribly. the next had a plastic yardstick which stung more
but again not too badly and I began to have hopes I could withstand this easily.
The next was a tennis racquet which stung much more than I exoected. then there
was a succession of wood paddles from small to fraternity types followed by
canes. I knew my butt had to be solid purple and hoped it would become numb but
the instruments kept getting worse including a boat oar with holes drilled in it
that finally brought tears as my face slid on the floor from the terrible
stinging impact. My only salvation seemed to be the fact only men were hitting
me so I would be facing half as many blows. Impacts kept getting worse as
heavier and longer paddles would force me to flatten out on the floor only to be
pulled up for the next. then probably the thirtieth man or so I was in no shape
to count showed me a terrible instrument. It was a big thick paddle with metal
studs about a quarter inch long. It was the last straw for my wounded ass. I
felt blood dribbling down my legs. as I flattened out on the floor sobbing my
heart out unable to get back on my knees.
They let me lie there as they got a fresh round of drinks then milled around me
congratulating each other on the marvelous job they had done on my ass which
burned stung and throbbed all at the same time.
They let me lie there until my sobs had subsided to heavy breathing and
hiccoughs then two men rolled me over making me gasp as my ass came into contact
with the floor then they picked me up while another man slid a stool under me.
They let me down on it and I screamed as I felt hundreds of needles penetrate my
poor welted ass. I looked to see the stool was topped with one of those straw
welcome mats. I quickly lifted my ass off it but Joe said, "Let it back down or
we will put a hundred pound weight on you!" I sobbed but let myself back down
on it wincing as the needles tore at my purple ass.
Joe said, "It is thigh and tummy time. Keep your legs open or I will let them
have four rather than two."
My hopes that it must be nearly over were dashed as now women began coming up on
the stage. They used a succession of straps, skinny canes, switches and birches
on my tender inner thighs and stomach sparing only my pussy. to my surprise I
felt excitement rising as the sharp stings so close to my pussy made me squirm
on the straw mat. I was nearly at orgasm when Joe said, "Time for the next
phase."
To my relief I was lifted off that terrible stool then watched in terror as
another man brought out a sawhorse with the top lined with stiff straw scrub
brushes. The pain was unreal when they put me astride that terrible thing then
shackled my ankles to the rear of it so all my weight was driving my poor pussy
into the brush. It had been trimmed to a vee shape so the needles entered my
pussy to poke at the tender inner parts and especially my clit.
Then they changed tactics. They began to have two of them whip me at once using
floggers and skinny straps on my breasts and pussy. I am sure they thought that
was terrible but I love the sting of floggers and was soon excited enough to
rock back and forth on the brush to drive the straws in and out as orgasms began
shuddering my body. Even when they finished with small metal chains and cables I
had been driven to the point that even that pain just drove me to mind
shattering orgasms.
I was still rocking when they stopped and I heard a girl say, "My God! She got
off on that. Look at the straws they are dripping from her juices."
They did a surprising wonderful thing. they took me to a frame and lifted me so
my armpits held me up on the rounded boards like crutches while they caressed a
cooling lotion all over my body. It felt wonderful.
When my strength was back so I could stand I walked around to hear compliments
from everyone on my courage. One Master even told his slave to show respect for
me by licking my pussy. I was a star! Everyone wanted to caress my welts and
marveled at the fact that although it must have hurt terribly I hardly screamed
at all.
then Joe reminded me that it was not over by saying, "Don't worry Allene. The
final whipping will be done by a real expert. I doubt you will be cut very much
if at all."
I whimpered, "Oh God Joe. I don't think I can take any more."
"You can't quit now. All that pain you have suffered will be wasted."
"You are right but can I have a couple of stiff drinks of whiskey to help me?"
"Of course. It is the least we can do."
He brought me a couple of glasses half full of pure whisky and I gulped them
down hoping they would numb me.
He said, "Show them how brave you are. Go up on the stage and buckle your ankles
and wrists to the cuffs."
There was a constant mumble of talk but when I went up on the stage and spread
my legs to buckle on the ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs the room went silent as
they stared at me in disbelief.
When I had them on a man pulled the ropes up taut and I heard "Ahhs" as my body
stretched and my waist shrunk. I was proud knowing how great I looked when
stretched.
They introduced a bit of drama. A muscular man wearing a black leather hood and
black leather pants came out. You could see his washboard stomach through the
thick black hair. I was reminded of the inquisition. He was carrying the cat o
nine tails. An evil looking whip with tightly braided leather thongs that ended
in sharp points.
Just as they had in the early part of my initiation he started fairly easily to
make bearable stings. The main difference was that all the stings hit an
erogenous zone. When he hit my back he let the thongs curl around my body to
sting my breasts tummy and pussy. and when he moved to my front he made sure
that not one part of my body remained white. He had marvelous aim to let the
tips of the whip jerk at my nipples and rip open the lips of my pussy.
He completed his goal of getting me to faint but it was not from the pain but
from orgasms that just blew my mind.
When I woke up my legs had been released and I was hanging from the ropes with
my body covered by hands spreading the cooling ointment on my many welts. When I
could stand I was released and Jim hugged me saying, " God you were wonderful.
Look at the effect you had on your audience."
I looked around to see naked people everywhere making love or being spanked or
whipped. As tired as I was I said, "I want you to make love to me."
He was so sweet. He knew my body was too sore to lie down so he laid down and
let me be on top. When others saw us they came to lick my breasts, tummy and ass
which helped me have one last orgasm.
I rode home kneeling on the seat totally naked because I wanted nothing touching
my welted body. I was relieved to be told I had only bled in a few places where
the welts had crossed and I should heal completely.
Jim said, "Do you know what it means to have passed your initiation?"
"Yes, Now we can go to the meetings to see others being whipped."
"More than that. You will be able to whip the women with the instrument they
used on you. You can get even. I wrote down the names of the girls that were
especially mean so you can whip them. You probably noticed the women were meaner
than the men."
"I knew they had hurt me the most but I assumed it was because they were hitting
more sensitive places."
"Yes, but they were hitting those places as hard as they could because they knew
if you passed you would get a chance to do the same to them."
I remembered couple of them. The one that hit right down my pussy slit to hit my
rectum and clit and the one with the metal chain whip which I thought would rip
off my nipples. Those two for sure would feel my wrath.
