WHITE VICTIM 10
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The week waiting for the next meeting seemed endless since I was so eager to get
even. I had picked out four girls but told me that I could only get even with
two. The theory was that the chance to get even was to keep people from being
too mean but if they did not set a limit I would want to get even with all of
them. The good news was that since they had given me two lashes I could give
them four.
It occurred to me that they might not bring the vicious whips they had used on
me so I spent the time shopping at the hardware store to get the material to
make the whips. I had no problem remembering what they looked like since the
girls had made a point of showing me their whips and telling me they would make
me scream. One was a flat chain about a fourth inch wide and the other whip was
simply a rough hemp rope with little stickers coming out of it.
The chain was no problem and a clothespole for a handle but the guys at Eagle
said they did not carry hemp rope anymore. He said it was obsolete since it had
a tendency to rot while the new ropes made of man made material would last
forever. It took me two days shopping until I finally found it at a cattle
supply store that had put a coil of it in the back room since there was no call
for it anymore. It was perfect! About an inch thick with thousands of little
stickers coming out of it. The man said they weren't used on animals anymore
since they chafed the skin too much.
I knew what he meant. That bitch had stood at my head to bury it in my asscrack
and then dragged it through my open slit to make my clitoris raw.
I took the stuff home and used Joes table saw to cut a slit in the pole then
pushed in the chain to lock it in place with a couple of screws. I ground off
the extra length of screws that was sticking through the wood and wrapped the
handle in electricians tape. The rope was easy. It was three feet long and I put
tape on one end so it wouldn't unravel. Then I had an evil thought.. I went out
and found what ewe call Texas burrs. They grow on a plant that lies flat on the
ground that has burrs on it with points long enough to flatten bicycle tires. I
dipped the end of the rope in epoxy glue and then rolled it in the burrs. They
made a clump on the end and also kept the rope from unraveling.
I hung them on the wall eagerly waiting my chance to use them but as I thought
about it I wondered if they were really as bad as the ones used on me. My
curiosity got the better of me and a few days before the meeting I asked Joe to
give me one lash across my boobs with the chain whip and one down my pussy slit.
Joe said,"Are you sure? Even one with these vicious things is going to be hell.
The chain whip may cut you with those sharp edges and just one with the rope is
going to make your pussy raw."
"I know but I just have to be sure they are as bad or worse than the ones they
used on me."
"Okay. To make it like it was I will have to tie you."
"I know. I want it exactly the same."
I took off my clothes and he lifted me onto our dining room table. He tied my
wrists to the legs then tied my ankles to my thighs and finally put a rope
around my knees to pull my legs down flat to the table by running the rope under
the table and pulling it tight.
It was really uncomfortable my hips hurt right away.
He said, "There was one more item of bondage you may not have noticed since you
were in so much pain and couldn't see it."
He put two paper clamps on each lip of my pussy then tied string on them to run
under the table and pull the lips open. Fortunately paper clamps aren't as bad
as alligator clamps or even clothespins since the pinch is over a larger area.
My boobs are big enough so I couldn't see it so he got a mirror to show me. I
looked in amazement. "God. Did I look like that! You can see clear inside me."
"Yeah. That is why the rope hurt so bad. It hit nothing but the tender inner
lips and your clit. Still want to try it?"
"Yes, I have to know what I will be doing to them. Use the chain first across my
boobs."
He brought it down across both nipples! I shrieked in agony and looked down sure
my nipples had been ripped off but there was just an angry red stripe across my
boobs.
"Ready for the other whip?
"Yes, Hurry before I lose my nerve."
He stood at my head and aimed carefully. The rope came down with the burrs
digging into my anus and then the stickers and burrs were dragged through to
make me shriek again.
He immediately dropped the whip and went down to kiss and lick my abraded pussy.
It felt wonderful and soon made me forget the pain. He kept it up until I had a
nice orgasm. I kind of felt sorry for the girls since they would not have that
luxury but then I remembered how I had to walk with my legs apart the whole next
day.
Afterward he put some lotion on my pussy which made it slick so I could walk
okay.
The night of the meeting I had a terrible thought. "Joe. What if the girls don't
come to the meeting?"
Don't worry about that. Under the rules they have to show up even if they are on
their death bed. They will anyway because if they don't come until the next
meeting you can double the lashes.
Joe had bought me a costume to wear to the meeting. I really looked evil in it.
The bra was leather with small cutouts for my nipples and nails sticking out of
it so if I hugged anyone they would be punctured. The bottom was a leather
bikini thong also studded with nails and hooks to hang on handcuffs and strings
to tie on my whips. For the trip he had me put on a raincoat in case we were
stopped by the cops since he habitually broke the speed limit in his sports car.
All the way there I could feel the whips against my legs which kept me at a high
level of excitement.
He was wearing a black silk shirt and black leather pants with biker boots to
make him look like a true dominant.
When we got there everyone was in similar costumes except for the girls who had
whipped me. They were stark naked except for a rope around their waists holding
the whips they had used. Only the girls who had gone easy on me came up to greet
me and make me feel good by saying they were amazed at my courage. The mean
girls just looked apprehensive and stayed away.
We had a few drinks then the President got up on the stage to say,"It is time
for Allene to get retribution. Come up here Allene."
I went up on the stage and he said,"We are all very proud of Allene. Although
her initiation was one of the worst I have seen she never changed her mind about
being a member. All right. Line up the girls."
They put them in a semi circle around the stage. Even if I hadn't recognized
their faces I could have picked them out by the whips hanging from their waists.
I picked out the two girls and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
The president said,"As part of the retribution you may decide on their bondage."
I had thought about that. For the girl who had chain whipped my breasts I took
her over to a metal pole used as a roof support and brought her hands behind it
to be handcuffed then used some rope to tie her elbows together behind the post
to push out her tits. She moaned at the pain to her shoulders and I taunted her
by saying,"When I am through those nice white tits are going to be black blue
and swollen." She cringed and said "Please don't be too mean. I am sorry I hurt
you so bad."
"Too late for apologies." Then I just left her there knowing her shoulders were
killing her and said I am going to need a table."
Four men lugged out an evil looking table. It was skinny pine logs with the bark
still on the wood. I knew that even lying quietly stickers would be going in to
her back and butt.
I tied her just like Joe tied me but when I asked for clamps they made it worse
by bring me alligator clamps with sharp little teeth to make her sure her lips
would be bitten off. She was moaning so I let her stay that way while I had
another drink.
Then I went to the girl on the pole. I saw the whip at her waist was even worse
than mine. The chain was little loops of wire with the ends of each loop exposed
to make barbs. Naturally I used her whip rather than mine.
On all four lashes I followed through to drag it across her tits. When I
finished she was crying hysterically and her boobs were bloody and one nipple
looked ripped. While I moved to the other girl the men released the one I had
beaten and took her away I assume for medication.
The other girl was already crying when I got to her. I saw her whip had a lead
ball on the end but I still thought my burrs were best.
I went to her head then brought down the whip directly on her slit bringing my
hand behind my waist to drag it the full length of her body. I Thought she might
dislocate something. Even as tightly bound as she was she bucked and squirmed
while screaming. By the fourth though she was totally exhausted and just laid
there sobbing. The burrs had scratched her all the way from her pussy to the
tops of her boobs. They released her too and I went for another drink.
Some of the other girls said I was really mean but they didn't seem angry about
it.
Then I got a bonus. One of the men came to me dragging his girl and said,"I
don't know if you remember Margo. I was a little surprised. She was not picked."
"Oh I know her allright. She was third on the list. Her damn whip left polkadots
on my body for four days and it was so heavy it knocked the wind out of me but
the other girls were even worse."
He held up the whip saying, "Yes this is my invention. And at the solar plexus
it will definitely knock the wind from you."
It was a simple but deadly design consisting of heavy fish line with split shot
leather sinkers lined up on each line. It had dug deep into my body.
He went on to say,"I feel guilty for letting her bring it. We tried it at home
and the damn thing cracked one of her ribs, I had no idea she would use it on
your stomach. You must have terrific stomach muscles."
"I do as part of my exercise program I do thirty tummy crunches every day"
"Well, I do feel guilty so I want you to give her four lashes with it except
only on her butt and thighs She does not have your muscle."
"That is very generous of you. I will be happy to take you up on your offer."
"Fine. How would you like her to be tied?"
"Why don't you just clamp her head between your thighs and hold on to her
shoulders."
He handed me the whip and I realized it was so heavy it would have to be swung
hard just to get the thongs to go horizontally.
When he was ready I brought the whip way back and swung it into the meatiest
part of her ass.the damn balls sunk into her deeply and although I didn't plan
it I got to punish them both because her head came up to slam into his balls. He
couldn't talk for a moment then said,"This was a bad idea. Lets just lean her
over the table."
When we went to the table the members hurried over to watch. He tied her wrists
to the other end of the table then roughly jerked her legs apart to tie them to
the table legs. I gave her another across her ass that made her tits drag on the
bark and then brought it around her thigh leaving a ring of polkadots all around
it. She was in so much anguish she struggled sliding her tits on that splintery
bark. I went to the other side to back hand the other thigh. My aim was not as
good and the top thongs ripped into her pussy lips causing her to shriek and rub
her tits on the bark.
I felt so guilty that when she was released I offered to kiss her poor pussy and
make it well. She said she deserved that so I ate her with all the skill Georgia
had taught me.
It turned out almost everyone there had come up with some invention of torture.
For the rest of the night they demonstrated how some simple innocent looking
things available any where could be fantastic devices.
Girls were walking around with rat traps on their nipples and pussies and even
nastier traps with teeth. There were girls with gobs of clothespins on every
inch of breasts and pussies. Electric fans with everything from rubber band to
wires glued to the blades which girls had to squat over. The thing I have to try
someday is also simple but seemed to give the girl pleasure. It was an electric
fence charger. The guy stuck am inch copper pipe into her asshole for the ground
then clamped alligator clamps with wires going to the positive side to her pussy
and nipples. When he turned it on the muscles in her pussy and tits jumped with
each pulse of electricity. I asked him if he wasn't afraid it may kill her and
he told me that it had high voltage but no amps. It is the amps that kill and
burn.
Since we didn't have anything to demonstrate Joe just demonstrated my courage by
having me stand with my hands on my head while he whipped my tits and pussy with
a thong whip having me say "Another please" after each one.
They were impressed but actually it led me to orgasms.
The next meeting is to be "Game Night."
