Chapter Eight

I awoke the next morning naked on Billy's bed, with my right hand handcuffed to the bedpost. I noticed a few slight bloodstains here and there on the white sheets that seemed to pretty much match where I'd been cut by the whip. Jen had been watching me as the others were already up and about. "Lani, are you awake? Are you O.K.?" she asked softly.

I nodded yes as I tried to stretch a bit. My arms and shoulders were really sore, and I began to be aware of some tenderness here and there.

"She's awake you guys!" Jen yelled out toward the open door, apparently following orders to alert the others when I finally came to.

"Shit, you are fucking unbelievable. You sure you have not been into this scene before? What ever possessed you to ask for more after that terrible beating they had given you? You made them crazy." She was running on, the words and sentences just exploding from her in excitement that was beginning to penetrate by still sleep-filled head. "But Billy really flipped out," she continued. "You passed out after the whipping and they carried you up here. You got a beautiful set of welts girl. You can wear them with pride for the next few days that's for sure. Even with your tan, baby, you can see that you took one hell of a whipping last night. The pattern of welts is gorgeous. I'm so jealous. Shit, what a night."

I was still groggy and somewhat disoriented and not really focusing on what Jen was saying.

"What? Oh, my arm's chained here, can I get up?" I asked in a sleepy voice rubbing my eyes with my free hand. I looked down at myself and could see the welts she was talking about, as well as where the blood had dried on the little cuts I had gotten. Except for the pain in my arms and shoulders, and a marked tenderness in my ass, I didn't feel all that bad considering what I had been through.

As my head cleared, I asked Jen, "Do I have to stay here? In bed, I mean."

"No, we just wanted to let you sleep a bit. They told me to watch you and let them know when you woke up."

"How do you know what happened last night? Last time I saw you, you were pretty well attached to the coffee table. How long did you stay there? And, what the hell was all that screaming I heard right after you went in?" I asked.

"Gee Lani, I could see the whole thing from there. Well, your backside at least. I couldn't hear everything, but I did hear you yelling to stop and then for more at the end. What a fucking turn-on that was. I was so jealous, you can't believe it. But I could never stand a whipping like that."

"So what did they do to you?" I persisted. "Take off your Tee shirt and show me your whip marks,"

"I don't have any marks," she said pulling her Tee shirt up over her head and throwing it at the foot of the bed. "They didn't whip me. I screamed because they put those nipple clamps on me that I so love to hate." She giggled.

"How you guys doing?" Billy asked as she and Chris walked in.

"Fine, I guess. Can I get up from here? I got to pee," I told them.

After fumbling a bit with the key I was free to move about and sprang up and made pretty much of a dash to the bathroom.

Heading back out of the bathroom, I caught a good look at myself in the mirror. I was stunned and excited to see the beautiful pattern of welts that covered me. It was, to me at least, beautiful, and I was proud to have them. Sort of a mark of honor. Being as dark as I am, they were not a stark contrast to my skin, but did show nicely. I wondered how long I would have them to show off. I just stood there and enjoyed them for quite a while. I couldn't get enough of how they looked on me.

As I came out to the bedroom again, Billy asked me to stop and stand still in the middle of the room. She motioned for me to turn around and I did.

"Not so fast, baby. Let us enjoy our handiwork. God, you look spectacular. Put your hands over your head and keep turning slowly."

I winced a bit as I stretched my hands up like they were last night.

"A bit sore in the arms I'd bet this morning, hey Lani?" came Chris's knowing comment.

"That hanging seemed to kind of get to me. But, don't worry, I'll be all right after a bit of bodyboarding."

"Shit, you hung up there forever. Jerking around so much we finally had to hook your feet down. It was the most beautiful sight I've ever seen," she went on.

"How long did it all last?" I wondered.

"Forever. We must have whipped you a good ten or fifteen minutes."

"Ten or fifteen minutes? It seemed like hours," I replied.

"Hell, the longest any of us has ever been suspended by the wrists is about six minutes. That was Jen's record. It's killer." Billy added.

"I sort of noticed that." I said with a laugh that was greeted by broad and admiring smiles. I was beginning to like what I thought was happening here. I decided instantly to push this a bit and see, by adding, "Maybe if I work on it, I can hang for a lot longer... Would you like that?"

The surf outside was four foot and glassy. A perfect day for bodyboarding, and a reprieve for me. The first shot of salt water stung like hell, but I think the hours of soaking and sunning helped to rejuvenate me in every respect. Soon it would be time to return to the house and the wonders and horrors that awaited me. What would be next? I was eager, and afraid, to find out. I wondered if I was to be whipped again. Strange as it seemed I hoped so, and I guess hoped not. How could this get to me so fast?

At four-thirty I was laid out asleep on the deck. Pretty much dead to the world. My first waking sensation was the three of them attaching the wrist and ankle straps again. Moments later I was back to standing between the chains with my arms out in the 'Y' again. Only this time not nearly as high and tight. Again the ankle straps were clipped together. "Don't worry dear, no whipping tonight. You are just a dinner ornament for now." Chris said in reassuring tones. "She needs a bit of decoration then, Billy. What you got to dress her up?"

I let out a blood curdling scream as Billy let the first little silver alligator clip's jagged teeth close on my left nipple and then the other on the right. I squirmed and shook in an attempt to free myself from this unbearably sharp pain. I cried out in meaningless wordless sounds. The more I fought, the more the chain connecting the two clips swung, pulling at the clips and adding to the agony. What exquisite pain, what an exotic mix of pain and pleasure from seeing the silver chain suspended in the tiny arc between my purple brown nipples over my really darkly tanned breasts, still showing the welts and small cuts from last night. Truth is, I looked striking. I immediately fell in love with these clips and chain that I wanted so badly to get off me. And I knew that my sex was throbbing and I could feel myself getting wet. This pain was having a definite turn-on effect on me. Something strange was happening, I noticed. From the moment Billy let those nasty little teeth snap shut on my nipples, a sort of electric current of excitement and pleasure began to surge between my pussy and my nipples. The more the teeth bit in, the hotter and wetter I got.

The bitches didn't say a word and just went in to dinner and left me there. As I looked out over the beautiful beach and rolling surf I just fell in love with this whole notion of what was happening to me. Even if I didn't understand then what it was, I knew it had a most powerful hold on me.

Before I noticed it, the two specks in the distance were approaching me up the beach hand in hand. They looked like a couple in their twenties. From the distance they seemed good-looking, but not local. Maybe tourists or honeymooners. What were they going to make of this scene? I cried out to the girls in the house, "Hey, let me down, somebody's coming. Hurry!"

Nothing. The two on the beach were drawing abreast of the house now, about twenty yards away. She glanced up at the house, but they kept going, turning back to look every few steps. I could tell they were in animated conversation, but at last they faded into the distance. I relaxed as far as I could. It had been a close call. But about fifteen minutes later they were coming back. Only this time, right to the edge of the deck. They just stood there and stared at me.

The girl said, "You all right? What are they doing to you?"

I could hear the guy say to her "Shit, look at her! She is all marked up and got a chain running between her tits. This look all right to you?"

From behind me I heard Chris call out nonchalantly, "Hi, how you doing? Don't worry about this... club initiation. She doesn't really mind. Part of the deal. Tell them it's okay Lani, tell 'em," she urged me in the most cheerful and innocent of tones.

I tried to sound convincing. They looked skeptical. "Tell you what," said Chris, "you staying up here? If you are, come back tonight and see how she is doing. She will be here 'till about midnight, she's fine really. We all did it. You want to join in?" A quick no and the girl was pulling at his arm to leave. He was transfixed on me strung up there naked except for my bright yellow g-string.

I flashed my best "let's do it" smile at him, and I swear I could see him wilt, except for a pronounced bulge in his shorts. I realized all of a sudden that for an exhibitionist, this was pretty near heaven... and not even my fault.

All the while, the pain was burning like fire in my nipples and spreading to my entire chest as my arms began to ache.

By midnight I was once again lying naked in Billy's bed, except for my lovely new nipple chain and the handcuff that secured my left wrist to the bedpost. Billy's love making to me must have lasted for hours. She held me in rapt ecstasy as she explored and delighted every square inch of my hungry body as she kissed, caressed, sucked and ran her tongue over and into me for hours as I squirmed and writhed moaning a sweet song of release. Now and then the sweetness of her tender loving was contrasted by her rough passion holding me down or pulling to stretch me in another direction, and cruel little tugs on the chain stretched between my tormented nipples, sending a pulse of pain through me. Not a word was spoken the entire time by either of us. I can remember the sky getting light as I finally drifted off to sleep. If you took all the licking, sucking and being eaten I'd accumulated in my short but active life, you would have to multiply it by ten to match what Billy was able to do for me that night. She was tireless. I must have come at least a dozen times. If a few whippings and searing pain in my nipples could bring on this intense love and could bring me this type of intense pleasure, then this was for me.

It must have been well past eight when we awoke. All I could hear was the very gentle rustling of the curtains. Other than that is was strangely silent.

"Oh no!" I thought, "The surf is flat. A whole day of initiation."

Billy lay at my side in what seemed like a state between nirvana and exhaustion, or a coma. Her glassy stare was focused about ten feet beyond the ceiling, and her sly smile told me her mind was full of last night's ecstasy and today's plans. In a flash she was tearing off her Tee shirt. Jumping up, she threw herself across me. She let out a tiny "ouch" as she stuck her ample breasts on the nipple clips still tearing into my poor little buds. They were nearly white from being squeezed so tightly for so long with the sharp teeth of the two silver clips.

"Oh Lani, I forgot those last night, we better remove them for a while. They must be killing."

They were, but I wasn't going to say so. As she removed them a sudden shot of piercing pain shot through each smashed nipple. I tried to hide that, but it was too intense and I couldn't. My eyes and the way my body writhed gave me away.

"Oh poor baby, too bad," she said feigning sincerity in a baby talk voice. She then clamped her mouth to mine and ran her hand right up into my well licked pussy.

"Wet already, you little slut. Well I'll have to get with the girls and see what we got in store for you today. The surf's flat, yeah? You get a whole day's attention. You'll like that won't you? Well look on the bright side, only eight more days to go, and..." lustfully surveying my nakedness, "...you are already dressed for today's activities."