Slut Reform 4
At my announcement Mom said, "Really? You only rested for twenty minutes. Come
here so I can check your breasts."
She looked and said well all the bleeding has stopped and you just have a bunch
of little scabs so I guess you are ready. Go out to the shop and tell them you
are ready to continue."
That was weird. It was like a guy being executed going around to get his firing
squad but I knew I needed to be punished, I noticed the horse was set up in the
living room and there was a bench with the paddle, a thick cane and a thin one,
a willow switch about six feet long and another three feet, my favorite whip, a
riding crop, and an evil looking thing made by taping together three
straightend out coat hangers to make a handle. I was sure it would cut me and I
hoped I would bleed to death.
I went out to the shop still naked and hoping the neighbors would see me so
they would know what a slut I was. I walked in just as George was holding two
metal bolts and Mike flipped a switch. George yelled and dropped the bolts
saying, "Shit! That is wild."
I asked, "What is that?"
Mike said, It is an electric fence charger. We are just testing it. I rigged
it so I can increase or reduce the electrical pulses and vary the speed of the
pulses. George just tried it at half power."
"Does it hurt bad?"
"No it is kinda hard to describe. it sends a thrill through your body and makes
the muscles at the bolts tighten. It would probably make a good exercise
machine if it wasn't so scarey."
"Let me try it."
"Well we were going to test it on an animal first but I can start at the lowest
setting and raise it slowly until you tell me to stop."
"That's okay. Let's do it."
George stuck one bolt up my ass and the other in my pussy then taped them in
with duck tape. At least I didn't have to worry about the duck tape ripping out
my hair.
Mike turned it on and the bolts felt like they were moving until I realized my
anus and pussy muscles were clenching and unclenching them. I told him to turn
it up more and then the muscles tightened even more as I felt electricity
travel into my belly to even tighten those muscles. It didn't hurt it felt
great I said, "More." and then it really began to make the muscles jump and I
found I was doing a kind of involuntary dance as my hips pumped and and my
belly jumped. I said, "More." and now my whole body began to convulse as they
stared at me in awe. I moaned, "More" because the damn thing had me on the
edge of orgasm. Mike said, "It is at max."
"Then faster!" The pulses hit faster and I went wild I was squirming and
dancing as one orgasm after another rocked my body. I felt like I was about to
have a heart attack so I whined "Stop."
I leaned weakly against the bench while George Ripped off the tape. I was so
wet the bolts fell out of me. George grinned and said, "So much for your
torture instrument. She came like crazy. Look there is pussy juice to her
knees."
They were impressed but Dad was angry and said, "That just proved she is still
a slut."
I was still panting and gasped out, "Yes. I am so ashamed. I deserve any
punishment you want to give me. Make me suffer."
It didn't appease Dad he just said, "You will definitely suffer."
We went into the house and started the game. the first bowl told me to lean
back over the ottoman with legs spread for pussy torture.
The second bowl said the flyswatter. George grumbled, "Shit she will like
that. It was for nipples."
I said, "You are right." and threw it into the waste basket.
I drew another and it was the paint paddle. George grumbled, "That isnt much
better."
"It will be if you hold my lips open and just use it on my clitoris. That
should hurt awful."
"True. See how many."
I drew a chip that said "Fifteen." I said, Gosh. Fifteen is that enough for
you George?"
"Yes I hope I win you. "
Then I found there was another part to the game. They had me draw another chip
to see who would do it. Mom won. I didn't know if that was good or bad.
I went to the ottoman and laid back. Then Mike clipped two alligator clamps on
each lip then pulled them open to tie the little wire to the legs. I knew I was
wide open from the breeze of the ceiling fan drying my juices and the clips
felt like rats biting me.
Mom kneeled between my legs then said, "You know you deserve this don't you
dear."
"Yes Mom. Make me cry."
She brought the paddle down hard and fast on my clit and the tender inner lips.
It hurt terribly but I had resolved not to scream and just jerked my head with
clenched teeth as my clit stung and burned more than I thought possible.
When she finished I whimpered"Thank you Mom."
She said."Do you need a break?"
"No I am ready for more."
Mike undid the clips and like the clothespins there was sharp pain when
removed.
I went to the bowl and drew a chip. it was the same one.
Mom said. 'You did that Allene. You should have left that chip out."
"No God must have wanted me to make that mistake."
I went to the next bowl and drew the three foot willow switch.
Mike said, "That is meant for butt thighs or tummy. You can draw again."
"No. God wants this one."
I went to the last bowl and drew "Ten"
I drew for names and got Dad. I took the switch to him and said, "This is your
chance to punish the thing that got me in trouble."
I laid back over the ottoman and spread my legs.
He straddled my head and began whipping hard. One lip then the other. Even
though I knew I deserved it I had to scream and cry. When he finished They let
me lie there until my sobbing turned into hiccoughs
When I felt some strngth return I rolled off the ottoman and went over to the
mirror. My poor pussy was so sore I had to walk with my legs apart. My entire
pussy was beet red and so swollen There was just a tight line at the slit even
with my legs open. I hobbled over to Dad and kissed him then said, "You did
good. It deserved it for getting me into trouble."
He said,"I agree."
I hobbled over to the bowl and drew the Horse. Now I was sure God was in on it
because there was no worse time for my beaten pussy to be resting on needles.
Then I drew the paddle then twenty. I went to their bowl and drew Mom again.
She said she had her turn and had me draw again. I got George.
I went to the horse and asked him to help me get on it. He lifted me up and
mercifully let me slowly down on the welcome mat. I was sure needles were
puncturing my pussy even though I knew my skin was tougher than straw.
Then he said, There is more to this to keep you from sliding forward."
Mike came over and handed George a leather strap with a big hook on it. They
buckled them to my ankles then hung two fifty pound weights from their bar
bell set on them. I was pulled down into the stickers and now I was sure they
were inside my skin. George told me to lean over and hold on to the handle to
keeep fom sliding
That put all of my pussy into the straw and brought up my ass for him.
He began hitting me and the impact not only stung but made me move on the straw
to scrape my pussy. It seemed like forever before he finished and I was near
collapse as they took off the weights and lifted me off. I crawled over to the
mirror too weak to stand and Mike held a hand mirror for me so I could check
my ass. both cheeks were black and blue to my thighs. But that was not the
worst. I got up on my knees and saw my poor pussy was oozing blood from
multiple scratches.
Mom looked over my shoulder and said, "You know what this means don't you."
I whimpered, "Yes. Salt water."
She helped me to my feet then led me over to the kitchen sink. The boys lifted
me up on the counter so I could straddle the sink then she dipped a ladle in
the saltwater and threw it on my pussy. I screamed from the terrible burn. It
couldn't have been worse if she had poured boiling water on my poor pussy. She
kept throwing ladle after ladle until finally it began to cool me. I looked
down to see all the blood was washed off but my pussy was still really swollen
and covered with scratches.
They helped me down and said that was enough for one day but I said, "No. My
breasts have not been punished. They attracted my boyfriend."
I hobbled over to the bowl and drew out of the second one. It was the skinny
cane. Mike said, "That is for asses."
"No God wants it to be used on my tits. I drew out of the last bowl and got
ten.
I handed it to Mike and said, "Ten for you and ten for George."
"Are you sure?"
Yes. Make them as red and swollen as my pussy."
I put my hands on my head and faced the mirror saying," I want to make sure
they are red and swollen enough."
I pushed out my tits. God that hurt. The cane dug in so deep it hit my chest
wall and
the ones on the nipples pushed them clear out of sight only to reappear
hardened. The ten lashes covered all of my boobs .
George came to me and said. "I think they are red enough."
"No. they need to be black and blue and swollen like my pussy."
I said, "Come closer." He put his head next to mine and I whispered, "If you
get them really bruised I will give you a blow job later."
"Really?"
"Yes. Mike too if he wants it."
He hit them as hard as he could. Sometimes the impact made me step back but I
kept my hands on my head feeling as If God was giving me redemption.
When he finished my tits were stinging, burning and throbbing all at once. I
felt them to confirm they were swollen. They were so hard they looked like the
movie stars implants.
Mom came over to say, "Go upstairs and take a cool bath. It will help you."
She was right all the stinging and burning went away and I saw my pussy
starting to lose it's puffy look so I stayed in the tub for over and hour until
my tits and pussy were nearly normal in size although still badly brused.
My skin was so sensitive I could only pat myself dry. Then I went to my bedroom
to await the boys.
They must have heard my door close because they came in shortly afterward just
wearing undershorts. They came over to caress my bruises. It felt good. Too
good so I got off the bed to kneel and when George came over I pulled down his
shorts and began licking his balls then the shaft of his dick until it was rock
hard. I put the head in my mouth and rolled my tongue on and around it until he
moaned in pleasure. I gloried in the degradation of the whole thing knowing
this was something usually only whores would do. I began taking it deeper into
my mouth until I gagged then kept trying until I found if I kinda yawned his
dick could slip into my throat past the thing that caused me to gag. He loved
it especially when I swallowed. He kept moaning, "Yes Baby oh yes."
He came and I savored his cum thinking it was the ultimate degradation to
swallow it.
He stepped back and Mike offered his dick saying, "Lick it first like you did
George."
As I licked I felt George pushing me back. Mike followed me down as I ended up
on my back then I felt my legs pulled apart and Georges tongue gently licking
my super sensitive pussy and clitoris. I continued sucking until both Mike and
I came.
I began to cry. Mike said, "What is wrong. That was wonderful."
I sniffled, "That is the problem. I asked you here to add to my degradation but
I enjoyed it. I am still a terrible slut."
"Don't worry Darling. We will keep hurting you until you are cured and we will
come to you every night to test you."
I don't know if I can be cured. I am geting so I am excited by pain. I know it
is hard to believe but I came on the horse. That is why I asked for more pain
in order to make up for it."
"Well we will think of something."
They left and I had another dream of being in Hell. Flames were licking my body
and since I had been out of the cool bath for awhile and wrapped in a comforter
I was hot for real which explained the dream. I got up to open a window. I
stood in front of it not caring if someone saw me. After all that is what sluts
did.
End Part four.
