Chapter Five

No sooner had I asked myself that as the movie ended, than Billy provided the answer. After a few questions to see what I thought of the movie; all of which I responded to favorably, Billy came directly to the point with rapid fire questions. Jen and Chris just sat there quietly watching, their eyes wide and glued on me, as she began.

"Have you ever wondered about doing something like that? Don't you find that terribly sexy? I could see you were getting turned on. How would you like to join our club officially? You would have to be initiated you know? Are you willing to do whatever we say, I mean absolute and total obedience for the rest of the time we are here to join us?"

I didn't have a chance to answer a single question before the next one shot out. It was clear she had thought this out, maybe even rehearsed it. From the look on the others' faces, they were all in it together, and watching with great anticipation. Billy went on without pause.

"By now you know I really like you. I selected you for this you know. Just wanted to wait a couple of days to see what you were really like and if you had it in you to be one of us.

You're hot, Lani, really hot, you were so hot in bed," she continued, again without taking a breath between sentences, but fixing me with an eye-to-eye lock of great intensity, "but can you handle several days of being our slave, of doing whatever we tell you whenever we tell you? That's what it will take. You understand that it is more than pranks? And it is not just fucking. You will be tortured and punished and humiliated like "O" in the movie. You will be whipped for real and it will hurt, it will hurt a hell of a lot. You will be humiliated before us and others. Can you take it?" Billy went on, on a roll, hardly stopping to breathe, let alone let me give any kind of answer or ask a question. My head was swimming, but the water felt fine. What fun. I had hardly had time to even form a fantasy since the movie had ended, and now it was being fulfilled.

Billy continued with a staccato attack of words and heady ideas and challenges. "Well, what do you say? You with us or not? If the answer is 'no', you will have to leave tomorrow and we can't see each other again. That is why we waited. I know it is a big risk. You can't tell anybody what has happened. And, if you join us, and I pray you do, our secrets must remain with us and only us. Do you understand? Well, what's it going to be?"

"Wait, wait, wait. Jesus, Billy, wait!" I yelled out. "You are going way too fast." I was dazed and a bit confused. Emotions were pouring out and overflowing. I wanted to be a part of them - that was clear. I wanted Billy to like me - that was even clearer. And sharpest of all, I wanted to pull power from her to me like "O" had done in the movie, and I wanted to experience what "O" had. Suddenly I knew that was the answer I was looking for. Could I pull it off? Did she know that? How could she? This was all such a rush.

I took a deep breath and slowly started to reply although I could see the impatience and even anxiety in all of their faces. "Please Billy, tell me more about how I will be initiated," were the words that finally squeaked out. "I just want to know what I'm getting into here. I really do want to join you, honest, more than anything, it's just... I loved the movie, but I've never done anything like that... it looks hot, but it also looks awful... I'm really scared to do it... and scared to lose you Billy... and you too Jen, Chris."

Sitting there as I had the last three nights topless with just a g-string on, neon lime green this time, I could feel myself blush. It was noticeable even through my tan that was becoming a nice deep red brown after the four days straight in the sun. My chest began to heave up and down, and to my dismay, my nipples were rock hard and jutting up and out. Chris came to my side and grabbed my hand. She brushed back my hair, and stroked my arm and shoulder.

"It's O.K. Lani, it's O.K. We initiated each other over four years ago, and we were far less developed then. We each did each other's since we all joined as partners. It's O.K. to be scared."

Billy got up and walked directly to where I was seated on the couch. She bent over and pushed me gently back and kissed me hard and full on the mouth. She held me there a long time, and as she did she pinched my left nipple. I could feel her body shaking a bit as she did.

"My, you're hot and hard my little baby, I'll bet you're wet too." With that she ran her hand slowly down my stomach and under the tight little waistband of the g-string that barely covered the object of her inspection. As her finger probed sweetly into my pussy, I just lost it. My hips rose to meet her and my muscles grabbed her finger.

"God, baby, you are really wet, probably got that way half way through the movie. I saw your little finger get busy when "O" was getting whipped. Is that what you want? Do you want to know what will happen? Do you want that to happen? Is that it?"

She drew her hand out and licked her finger moving to the floor in front of me, looking directly into my eyes. Our eyes, and souls, locked. Hell, she had me and she knew it. I knew it too. I was ready to join regardless of the rites of passage. But she took pity on me and decided to explain what was to be expected.

"Listen, Christie, Jen and I have been thinking this over. As you probably have guessed, that's what we've been talking about all the time. We want you to join us. As I am sure you can tell, we are all hot on each other, but now Jen and Christie are lovers. I need someone, I want you - we all do. Don't get me wrong, we like boys too, but we sure do have fine times together. We don't know if we are lesbians or bi- or what, and don't really give a fuck. We just like doing it, and making each other feel good. We think you'll fit in wonderfully. But, before you do, you need to join our little club officially. Since we play at S&M that is the basis for our initiation. The way you responded to the movie tells us you are interested. We merely have to train you. You are perfect for our needs, Lani. You're hot, strong and an awful exhibitionist. We want to see how far you will go.

"Since we all came up here to bodyboard and bake, we will let you do that while the initiation takes place. In other words, you will be allowed your freedom to bodyboard, when there are waves, but that's all. On days when it's flat, you will be enslaved all day. If you want to join us, your initiation will begin tomorrow night before dinner and continue until we leave next Sunday night. Your initiation will start with a ceremonial whipping by the three of us. Each of us will give you ten lashes to start you off."

Thirty sounded pretty harsh. But I was excited by the prospect, I must admit. Little did I know what thirty lashes would be like.

"Ten is the number we gave each other when we started," Billy continued to explain as I refocused on her words rather than the mental picture I had of thirty lashes.

"And at night you will be punished for the mistakes you made during the days. The rest of the time you will do exactly as we tell you. We will try to humiliate you, hurt you, scare you, torture you, and tease you." Billy paused for a moment for dramatic effect and to judge my reaction. "If you make it all the way, then you are an equal member in our club. When you get in you can give each of us ten lashes to allow us all to be initiated equally. That's it. What do you say? Yes or No?"

Jen added on shyly, "But, if you decide to join and then you want to stop, you can. But then it is over and you have to leave immediately. You will be banished."

To this day I have no idea what came over me. I don't remember thinking about it at all. It was like some force took hold of me. It was like something that was inside me waiting to get out just rose to the surface and burst out.

In a strong clear voice I said, "Yes, Oh, Yes. Can we start now? Whip me Billy, whip me Jen, whip me Chris. I want it, I want it all, I want it now."

I threw myself at Billy and rolled on top of her, smothering her with kisses. I was terrified and thrilled at the same time. It was like a dream. I couldn't decide if I wanted to wake up and end it or go on forever and find out what would happen next. Every part of me told me that getting whipped by these three would be terrible, yet I wanted it as bad as I had ever wanted anything before. On the intellectual level it was certain to be terrible. My parents never even spanked me once that I could remember. What was going on here? What was happening to me?

A minute later it was agreed. I would start now if that was what I wanted. It was. I was really afraid that if I didn't go now and waited until tomorrow, I might lose my nerve and chicken out.

I was so turned on by the fear and excitement that I was breathing heavily and getting flustered. Chris was the first to notice and grabbed me hard by the hair and pulled me down on the floor. "If you are going to be our slave, let us take you right here and right now. Get on your hands and knees facing the window. Yeah that's it. Now raise that hard little brown ass of your up in the air as high as you can," she commanded, and I did as I was told without hesitation. Chris then grabbed the g-string at the Y in my ass, and ripped it away harshly, the front of the bit of cloth running harshly over my wet clit as she did. I gasped in delight giving myself away.

"Oh you like it rough do you?" Jen chided.

"I guess I do. If I am going to be your slave I will have to endure. To submit to you fully," I said without hesitation or any hint of shame.

"Wow, you picked up the lingo quickly," Billy joined in. "Let's see if you mean it. Spread those knees apart so we can see that sweet pussy and little okole asshole of yours," she ordered.

"Nice," I heard Chris say as she moved in and began to rim my asshole with her hot tongue. I just lost it at that moment and fell forward.

"On your knees slut!" she shouted and when I got back into position quickly she flipped over and slipped up between my knees to bury her face in my slit, and as she did, Billy somehow found room to move her tongue to my ass, and begin to lick slowly and teasingly around that puckered little hole. Not to be left out of the fun, Jen worked herself in front of me and with one hand pinched my nipple hard and squeezed by breast and with the other hand did the same to Chris. The flood of sensations was mind-blowing and soon followed by a flood of juices as I exploded in orgasm.

"Stop slut, nobody gave you permission to come. Stop it at once," Billy scolded. Little good it did her, and I could not have stopped the waves of pleasure that crested in me for anyone or anything. "Stay still, stay on your knees. Come on spread your ass open, and up. That's better."

I couldn't help it; I collapsed right on top of Chris, smashing my mound into her face. It hardly seemed to bother her as she kept eating me with delightful little sounds and terrific tongue action. The others just threw themselves on top of the heap and soon we all just lay still. Then Chris mumbled something and began to twist and pull herself free.

"This fucking slave tried to suffocate me and you guys did nothing to help me. She will pay for this," then ruined the false drama of the moment by breaking out laughing. We all joined in and got hysterical. We finally untangled the mass of naked flesh on the floor and sort of flung ourselves on the floor where we all sat smiling at each other in a silly bit of girlish stupidity.

The silence was soon broken by Billy. "O.K. ladies, let's get this sorry slave initiated."

Chris and Jen left to return moments later with a large black wooden box with brass handles on the end and a big lock on the front. It was about four feet long, and two feet high and deep.

"These are our toys, Lani. Let us show you what we got to work with," said Billy excitedly.

As Jen braided my huge mass of long, tightly curled hair into a thick rope, I watched in terror and amazement as the box was placed in front of me and Billy bent with a large key to open it.

I was spellbound as I looked into the well-ordered box lined with dark red velvet. The first thing to catch my eye was a long black leather whip that was coiled at one end. It had a heavy wooden handle and was made of braided leather. It tapered all the way to a really thin strip at the end. It looked awful. Billy reached into the box with great ceremony and slowly removed the contents one at a time and placed them on the koa coffee table in front of the couch where I sat.

"Lani, get off the couch and kneel down here on the floor. Put your feet under your ass, and spread your knees." Billy barked at me. "If you are going to be our slave, you need to start acting like one. Fold your hands behind your back. Sit up straight. That's better. Now remember to sit like this. Got it? Fine."

"Oh, this is going to be fun," I thought.

A cat-o-nine tails sort of whip, and a couple of nasty thin switch like things I later found out were canes were the first to be laid with care on the table. Next she pulled out a long very flexible dark brown leather braid about four feet long with no discernible handle.

"Lani, this is my snake. I love to use it. It leaves the most exquisite marks for a couple of days," she said with the same sparkle in her voice. "Used just right it will make you dance and send you to places you have never been before. If you can stand it, I can draw your blood with it. The bullwhip too, of course." She sounded scary now.

"It looks so cruel," I whimpered.

"In a way it is. But, if what we've heard about you is right, you will love it."

"What have you heard?" I was quick to ask.

"Nothing really. I mean if we judged you right, you will love it... and I think we have," she came back quickly with her voice a bit flustered.

"Do you like it Chris? The whip, I mean," I asked in a matter of fact way.

"No, I hate it."

"Lani," Billy interjected, "you will soon find out that Chris, like me, is much better at topping than being the bottom. Jen on the other hand is a lot more like I think you are, and gets off when we punish her."

"What's topping and bottom?" I asked.

"Sort of S&M jargon for those who give it out and those that take it," Chris explained.

"Oh, I see. So Jen, do you like the snake?" I asked with the most naive curiosity.

"I didn't at first, but sometimes I do now. But - you are right - it is cruel. That's what makes it so hot. The last time Billy and Chris used it on me was months ago and I had marks and welts for days." She actually blushed and looked at the floor, "I just loved it."

Then from the box came a few sets of black leather wrist and ankle cuffs. The wrist straps were wider and had a soft padding on the inside. The ankle straps were only about one inch wide and did not have the padding. Each had a very strong looking buckle and ring. Another pair seemed to wrap around and buckle in three places with a long strap coming up the middle. She also placed some more narrow, almost delicate ones on the table. Pretty, even beautiful in a threatening way.

O.K. I told myself, now I'm scared - no turning back now however. I wasn't too sure of what I was looking at next. Billy took out a tin like tea comes in, and from it removed a silver chain about eight inches long with funny little clips like tweezers on each end. Billy laid it on the table and straightened it out. Another chain was gold and had little slipknots like nooses at the ends. This too was laid with loving care on the table next to the silver one. The next had big complicated clips she called 'butterflies', and another was like clips but had little screws coming out the side. Lastly Billy removed from the tin yet another chain. This one was a little longer than the other two and had what appeared to be thin clamps made of several prongs at each end. The clamps had little rings around them like the tweezers did.

"What are those, Billy?" I asked expecting the worst.

Jen shot in with, "Oh Lani, you'll really hate those. They are Billy's favorite nipple clips. They really hurt like a son of a bitch. The longer they're on the worse they get. Well, not exactly. After a long time you get kind of a dull numb pain. But when they come off I guarantee you will scream. It will make you understand where heaven and hell meet."

"You had these on before?"

"Oh yeah, lots of times. I hate them."

"Then why have you had them on lots of times?"

"Because I love to hate them."

"What?" I asked.

"That pair hurt so fucking bad," she said as she pointed to the ones with the teeth at the end of tweezer-like things, "that every time they put them on me I can't help letting out a scream. And they can just keep pushing up that little ring and make them bite harder and harder," Jen confessed with apparent joy. "But I love to endure the pain. It makes me so fucking hot that I am ready for anything after they have been on for about five minutes. And, like I said, after the initial pain begins to subside as your nipples go numb, you know what's coming when they are going to come off. You look forward to having them off, but know that the shot of pain will be incredible."

I'd heard of nipple clips, but actually thought they had to do with the nipple piercing. Again, I was excited by how they looked and imagined how sexy they must look on someone. But I was shaken by what Jen had said and how they might feel when the someone they were on, and off of, was going to be me.

A tiny wooden, Chinese looking, lacquered box was placed on the table next, and then something that looked like an electric eraser and a telephone with more wires and clips came out to empty the treasure chest of perverted little toys. From what I knew of Japanese kanji I thought I could read the word fire or burning sticks or something. It looked too elaborate to be a matchbox. I didn't even ask about the last two items. At this point I was hoping I wouldn't find out about them.

Billy heaped a bunch of ropes and chains of various length and widths, a Tupperware box full of little fishing weights and a shoebox labeled 'electrical sexual stimulation' full of God knows what on the table and floor.

"Well, it all seems to be here," Billy reported. "Don't worry baby, you'll find out what most of it is for over the next few days. You will find those things you hate and those that you don't. This will be wonderful." She paused for a moment and looking me directly in the eye in a way that conveyed a sincerity I had not seen before, asked, "Well baby, shall we begin?"