"The Whipping Post (story, Con/semicon, beating)" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/kzrWSXWs Created on: Thursday 29th of June 2017 05:47:35 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:19:50 AM UTC The Whipping Post (story, Con/semicon, beating) « on: June 25, 2017, 02:16:12 PM » ReplyQuote “OK everything set over here?” Candace Chapman was a tall, tan redhead in a cream blue dress. The kind of outfit that proclaimed the wearer’s modesty loudly, but hinted at a deep sexual undercurrent with every rustle and fold of its soft fabric. She was talking with Patti Harper, a sturdily build woman with crimped blond hair. Pattie wore only a white apron, and her smooth tan skin proclaimed she usually wore much less out of doors. Candace’s voice was crisp and polite as she asked the question, but there was a clear undertone of stress in the way she rushed the words. “Almost. Lillian still hasn’t shown up, and we really need to get the soup started now” As she spoke, the blonde leaned over to pick up a thick Latina, Celia, who was hogtied and gagged on the picnic table. She was assisted by the merely naked Lauren, Celia’s mother, in carrying the trussed-up woman to the grill. Celia passively allowed herself to be carried, but the moment she was dumped onto the grill, her dark tits sizzling against the hot metal, she began to wiggle and scream into the thick gag. Another girl, a fit Asian, was already roasting beside her, staring intensely into space as beads of sweat rolled down her face. Beside them a large black cauldron was steaming. Pattie motioned for Lauren to turn around and began to tie the older Latina’s wrists together. “I could go in myself, but I don’t think Pastor Brown could handle things here on his own” Patty held a large white gag to Lauren’s mouth, which the older woman obediently took between her teeth. “No, no. I’ll find someone else to do it. Worst comes to worst I’ll go in myself” Pattie seemed to grimace at the redhead’s offer “Yeah I know. Don’t worry, I’m sure I can find someone” Candice turned to quickly search for a volunteer elsewhere. As she left she heard a faint splash as Lauren was tipped into the cauldron. ---1-------------------------------------- These weekly church picnics were always stressful events to organize. It wasn’t the lack of volunteers, there were always plenty of those, but there was always a handful who never made it to the picnic. Candace checked her phone for the tenth time in the last five minutes. No messages. Lillian was almost certainly dead, or near enough. Candace groaned to herself. All the alternates she had set up were either already cooking, or not answering their phones. Normally Candace would be slipping into the soup by now, but after the last two picnics she was the only woman on the church event committee with the experience to keep it running. It would be extremely irresponsible of her to get snuffed right now. She came to the whipping post. Three naked girls stood around the pole, their wrists tied above their heads and their bare asses presented to the world. Autumn Liles, a curvy Asian woman who would never win any awards for cleverness, but was always eager to help out however she could. Betsy Harvey, a young blonde who had become a Dolcett girl less than two months prior. She was a brave girl, and eager to fit in, but there’s only so much survival instinct that courage can overcome without experience, and the blonde twisted nervously in her bonds. Robyn Clark was the last of the trio. A voluptuous Indian woman, Robyn had some of the most beautiful full breasts on the committee. Robyn wasn’t a pain slut, but she had gotten pretty good at acting like she was. She had her eyes closed and was biting her lip as she rubbed her thighs together, undoubtedly trying to get a little moisture worked up so the parishioners would think she was enjoying herself. A couple whips and an assortment of canes that ran the gauntlet from hickory switch to lead pipe sat enticingly on a bench to the side. “Sorry to ask this, but would any of you girls mind being boiled instead?” “No problem” Autumn answered, probably before she had even realized what Candace was asking “But don’t you need me here?” She added, after a beat. “No” Candace quickly stripped off her dress and tossed it beneath the bench. The warm sun felt good against her bare skin. “I’ll be taking your place” She undid Autumn’s bonds “Just tie me up before you head off to see Patti” The whipping post was the least dangerous event a girl could volunteer for at these picnics, though one of the three would still probably be dead by the end of the afternoon. Some weeks all three girls ended up being snuffed. It wasn’t completely irresponsible of Candace to volunteer, especially since most of the congregants knew how important she was to the committee and would probably take it easy on her, but it still wasn’t the best situation to put the parish in. She made sure to test her bonds a bit before Autumn got out of earshot. Satisfied she couldn’t get out, she settled herself in for an afternoon of torture. “Nervous?” Candace asked the young blonde. “A little” Betsy lied “You?” Candace let out a little sigh “I’ve been too busy to be nervous. All I can think about right now is who will be around afterwards to help clean up” “That’s…rough” The blonde answered. Her eyes lingered nervously on the bench off to the side. “Oh, don’t worry. The first time’s always the hardest. Not like there’s anything you can do about it now” “Thanks” Betsy smiled at the older woman. Her smile slowly faded as she realized Candace hadn’t actually said anything that was very reassuring. “Well. Here they come. Ready for them yet Robyn?” The Indian woman hung her head down and chuckled “As much as I’ll every be” ---2---------------------------- Church goers began to slowly populate the area. Mostly women, mostly conservatively dressed, and mostly talking about the day’s homily as they chewed on bits of fresh girl meat. Betsy watched every member of the congregation that drew close to the bench of tools with nervous eyes. Robyn rolled her neck and wiggled her hips, working to keep loose in her restrained position. Candace just stood there, facing the post and mentally calculating how long it would take for her to feel confident about a replacement. Eventually, a soft looking brunette in a black and white floral dress worked her way over to the three. “Candace!” The brunette exclaimed “I almost didn’t recognize you without your clothes. What are you doing there? I didn’t know you were going to volunteer.” “Desperate times Joyce” Candace twisted as best she could to face the fellow committee member “Volunteers just can’t seem to stay alive long enough these days” “Well you can’t really blame a girl for fulfilling her purpose” “Oh of course not. I just wish they’d tell me first so I can find an alternate. You just can’t throw an orgy of sex and violence together at the last minute after all” Joyce chuckled “So I’m learning. Hey, while you’re here, mind if I stripe your ass a bit? You’re just such a take charge person, I’ve never been able to picture you squirming in pain” “Go ahead Joyce. It’s why I’m here” Candace tensed up a little bit as the soft brunette uncoiled the strip of leather. This was not her first time in this position, and she knew what to expect. Candace’s body hopped forward a bit as the whip rippled the flesh of her backside. The sharp crack of leather on skin was followed by a small grunt from the redhead. Joyce’s own soft form wiggled as she whipped her fellow parishioner over and over. Candace’s grunts soon grew into helpless little moans, which in turn became full-fledged cries of pain as long dark bruises began to crisscross her firm ass. She twitched and swiveled helplessly in her bonds as she was bruised. “Thanks” Joyce was sweating slightly as she returned the whip to its proper place “It’s nice to see you’re just a woman after all. See you Tuesday. Assuming you survive” “You girls are going to have a tough time running next time if I don’t. Oh, and by the way, if you see any of the Hodges girl’s around. Remind them it’s Emma’s turn to bring cookies” “Will do” Candace let out a hiss as Joyce playfully swatted her bruised behind, before wandering off to enjoy the rest of the picnic. ---3---------------------------- Candace panted a little bit, feeling the uncomfortable warmth of her striped flesh. “What did she mean, assuming you survive?” Betsy asked nervously “I thought we were just getting beaten?” “You should never underestimate a good beating” Candace answered “We sometimes loose one or two girls at the whipping post. Usually it’s because someone breaks a rib and it pierces a lung, occasionally a girl will get crucified when someone breaks both their legs. That’s pretty rare though” Robyn chipped in “Hopefully if you break something badly, someone has the decency to snuff you before the end of the day. Otherwise it might heal funny” “Oh, that’s not true. Pastor Brown is pretty good at splinting girls up” Candace tilted her head comfortingly at Betsy, who was clearly not comforted “Remember Lori?” Robyn asked skeptically “OK” Candace conceded “It does happen sometimes, but you have to admit that was an unusually bad break” “What happened to Lori?” Betsy asked, not sure she wanted to know “She had her arm broken in two places. It healed up into a little Z and she had to learn to work with a crooked arm” Robyn turned slightly to face Candace “What ever happened to her? I haven’t seen her for a while” “Oh, she was killed in Jeremy’s bachelor party last February. I think they dismembered her. I don’t really remember, I wasn’t there” While they were talking, a couple of young woman walked past, a brunette and a redhead that none of the whipping girls recognized. They were both chewing on some strips of girlmeat as they walked. “Now that is an ass I wanna see on the grill” The brunette observed, gesturing to Robyn’s ample behind. The Indian girl thrust out her rump a little further at the complement. “Nah” The redheaded friend disagreed. Robyn let out a loud yelp of pain as the stranger drove her steak knife into her round butox. “Look how much fat there is there” The redhead pried the deep hole in Robyn’s behind open, to show her friend the meat inside. The dark-skinned woman tried to cover up her pain with a lusty moan. “I like the fat. It gives the meat flavor” “Naw, the seasoning gives it flavor. What you want is a nice lean rump, the younger the better” Betsy muttered ‘Oh Fuck’ under her breath over and over as the redhead walked toward her. She let out a loud wail, as much in fear as in pain, as the woman’s knife sank into her backside. “See how tender that is. And she hasn’t even been cooked yet” “I still think young meat being better is just a myth” The brunette chimed in. Candace gasped loudly as the woman sank her knife into her own bruised rump, pulled it out, and pushed it in again “See, she’s just as tender” The redhead came over and added a third hole to Candace’s backside. “hmmmm, OK I’ll agree this one’s pretty tender. But I still think on average younger meat is better” “You see I think it’s just because people take more care cooking young meat” The pair walked on, leaving the three women bleeding as they continued to discuss culinary practices. ---4----------------------------------- “Oh no way” As the three girls were still smarting from the bleeding holes in their rears, a pair of fit women came up to the whipping post. They both wore the same style glasses, both talked with the same inflection, both wore their wavy hair in the same careless-but-not-too-careless style. If they weren’t sisters, then they were at the very least cousins. “We work out together. You’ve seen how much more than you I can lift” “I’ve also seen you when they electrocuted sis. You squirm worse than a newbie” “Do not. OK, fine, let’s see who can do more damage” Robyn eyed the pair as they selected a couple of heavy canes. “mmmmm” She groaned lustily “Here to beat my poor defenseless body Lisa? Oh, I feel so helpless” Lisa, the allegedly squeamish cousin, smiled and gave the cane a few practice swings in the air “Of course, anything to see those fun bags of yours jiggle” Robyn jiggled her ample bosom “mmmmm…yeah, make me squirm for you” “Which one you want Rose?” Lisa asked “The newbie?” Betsy tried her best not to quiver under Rose’s predatory gaze. “That seems a bit too easy. I’ll take the more experienced one” Candace and Betsy both let out a long, slow breath. One was of relief, the other, surrender. “Looks like someone already loosened her up for you” “I’ll just have to aim a little higher” The blow hit Candace hard in the ribs, just beside her hanging breasts. She let out a loud gasp of pain as her body shook with the force. She was quickly joined by Robyn’s squeal of pain, which she followed with a lusty moan as her own ribs were bruised. The pair of women continued to beat the pair relentlessly. Lisa slammed her cane into Robyn over and over, causing her dusky brown orbs to quiver as her body was jerked around, tethered by her wrists against the onslaught of Lisa’s beating. She quickly lost her footing and her body jerked downward, suspended by her arm. She screamed out in what sounded like orgasmic pleasure as Lisa continued to attack her, the Indian woman’s body swinging pendulously under the assault. Rose was more patient, more controlled. She waited after each blow, carefully lining up her swing. She was rewarded by a cry of pain from Candace each time the heavy rod made contact with soft flesh. Each blow knocked the redhead from her feet, causing her to swing helplessly from her bonds. Each time Rose waited patiently for Candace to pull herself back to her feet before knocking her back down. There was a snap, and a piercing shriek of pain. Robyn’s right arm bent strangely as she dangled, her elbow clearly broken. “Ha!” Lisa exclaimed triumphantly “Squeamish my perfect ass. Look at this!” Robyn cried out in anguish as Lisa took hold of her shattered arm. “Oh yes, hurt me. Hurt me more” The voluptuous woman begged. Neither of the torturers paid any mind to the wounded woman was saying. “Damn it!” Rose swung the rod down hard on Candaces shoulder. The redhead let out a shriek of pain. She did not beg for more, but panted, waiting for the next blow. “OK” Rose put the cane away “You can come clubbing with us. But if you embarrass us with any soft-hearted whining you better go home or volunteer” “OK deal. Oh, this is going to be so much fun! See you later Robyn” She put away her weapon and the pair walked off cheerfully. ---5---------------------------- “How could you enjoy that?” Betsy asked Robyn with an even mixture of awe and disbelief. The curvy woman grunted in pain as she pulled herself up with her good arm. She leaned against the post, panting. Beads of sweat glistened across her dusky brown skin. “I don’t” She panted “But…” Betsy looked confused “You asked…You sounded…” Robyn let out a chuckle and then immediately grimaced “Fake it till you make it right? I figure it makes it easier to get off to me getting tortured if they think I’m getting off on it too” “But…” “That’s our purpose now. Remember?” Robyn gave the young blonde a friendly bump with her naked hip, and immediately gasped at the pain it caused her “You’ll get used to it” She went back to panting against the post. Candace meanwhile was trying to deal with her own broken arm in stoic silence. ---6--------------------------------- “Oh, trust me, you’ll feel so much more comfortable around here if you do this” A lean tanned brunette was walking to the post, followed by an older, very nervous looking blonde woman. “I’m not sure… It seems a bit, sudden” At the sound of the older woman’s hesitation, Betsy suddenly stood up a little straighter in her bonds. Her blue eyes widened as she realized who was walking up behind her. “I know” Candace recognized the brunette, Shelly, but didn’t interrupt as she continued to speak to the blonde “My sister and I were the same way when we first arrived, but after she choked me out a few times at a party we both became way more comfortable with all the sex and torture. Trust me, you’ll both be glad you did this” She took up a heavy leather strap and handed it to her companion. “Well…If you’re sure” “…mom?” Betsy turned sheepishly to look at her mother, Martha Harvey, as the older woman hesitantly took the strap from the other woman. “Oh. Hi dear” Martha said as though seeing her daughter naked and tied to a pole was a mild surprise. The younger woman turned her face away as both blondes' faces flushed red with embarrassment. “So…how’s the picnic?” Martha continued, awkwardly trying to defuse the tension. “It’s fine, I guess. Haven’t really seen much of it” “Oh, yes, how silly of me, of course” The older woman could feel the blood pulsing in her cheeks as her mind fumbled for something to say. “I, uh, got stabbed in the but. Someone said my meat was tender. But other than that, no one’s really hurt me” “Oh, that’s nice dear” Martha twisted the strap nervously in her hands “I…I was thinking, as long as we’re part of this, we really should start, you know, being a part of it, and. Well” “What your mother wants to ask” The brunette cut in “Is if you mind if she uses you to practice her swing” “Oh…” Betsy looked at the ground as she nibbled on her bottom lip “I, I guess so… That’s what I volunteered for” Martha shifted her feet uneasily as she took position behind her naked daughter. Betsy too seemed to shift uneasily in her bonds, her fingers nervously gripping the cord which restrained her as she stared at the ground. Awkwardly, Martha swung. Betsy’s young body jumped as the leather touched her soft flesh, but it was clearly in fright, as the tap her mother had given her wouldn’t have so much as crushed a fly. At her daughter’s yelp of shock, Martha jumped more than Betsy had, dropping the lash. Shelly smiled and sauntered over to pick up the discarded lash. “Here, let me help” Hesitantly, the blonde mother took back the leather strip. The brunette stood in close behind Martha, letting her round breasts brush against the older woman’s back as she gently pulled her limbs out into a looser position. She pressed herself into Martha, holding her hand low and flat against the blonde’s stomach. Through the dress, Shelly’s fingertips gently pressed upon the hemline of the other woman’s panties. She ran her hand up the woman’s arm and she took hold of Martha’s wrist. Softly, she whispered into the blonde’s ear. “You need to move with both the shoulder, and the wrist” She moved the other woman’s body fluidly with her own, brushing the heavy leather gently across the small of Betsy’s back. The young blond let out a small, nervous whimper “The most important part is the follow through. You need to keep going like you’re trying to hit something past the woman” She pulled Martha’s body back into striking position. “Like this” Shelly whispered as she moved the blonde’s arm. The strap made a loud clap against Betsy's white flesh. The young woman whimpered and twisted her hips nervously. It was not a hard swing, but the momentum of the heavy lash caused it to smart just the same. “See? It’s not so hard” Shelly breathed into the blonde’s ear before reluctantly pulling away. “Go ahead and give her another” Hesitantly, Martha pulled her arm back, positioning her body as Shelly had shown her. She watched her daughter’s naked body squirm softly with the anticipation of the coming blow. Holding her breath, Martha swung the lash. The clap of leather against flesh was accompanied by the pained cry of Betsy as she was finally struck in earnest for the first time. The angry red band was clearly visible against her back as the young woman gripped her restraints tightly. “OH! I’m so sorry baby!” Martha dropped the lash once more to rush over to her child. She gripped the naked woman, holding Betsy’s bare skin against her body “I’m so sorry” “It’s OK mom” Betsy said softly “Really, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be” The young woman felt an earnest need to comfort her mother as the older woman’s arms hugged her shoulders “Really. You…” Betsy took a deep breath. “You can hit me, again” “OK” Martha said. She squeezed her daughter once more before backing off to pick up the heavy strap. She stared at it a moment, conflicted. After just a moment’s pause, the older woman screwed her eyes tightly shut, crinkling her nose with displeasure over what she was about to do. She opened her eyes and swung. Betsy groaned softly as the leather slapped against her skin. Each hit bringing a sharp tingle of pain across her flesh. “You can hit me harder” Betsy paused, waiting for a blow that never came “Really…I can take it” The next blow rang louder as Martha began to truly put her strength into her swing. Again and again she flogged her daughter, until wide red bars crisscrossed the young blonde’s back. Betsy’s moans grew louder and louder with each successive blow. The bruises ached with dull fire between each successive blossoming of pain in her body. Soon, she was calling out in pain, incoherent guttural sounds following each blow. Her mother continued to swing harder and harder, until the young woman was screaming out in anguish. “I…I can’t” Martha’s body shook as she let the leather strap fall from her hand “I can’t” She reached out toward her bruised daughter, but couldn’t seem to bring herself to touch the crying woman. “There, there” Shelly gently pulled Martha toward herself and the older woman collapsed into her arms “You did great. Better than great. No one expects you to get used to this all at once” Still holding Martha in one arm, Shelly reached out to place a hand on Betsy’s shoulder. The young girl jerked away at first, but slowly let the stranger grip her bare shoulder “You did great too. Much braver than I was my first time” She gently squeezed the blonde’s flesh before turning her full attention to the beautiful woman enwrapped in her arms and on the verge of tears “Come on. How about we go over to those trees over there and I’ll give you a nice, deep, pussy licking. I promise you’ll feel better” Martha let the other woman lead her away, leaving her daughter and the other two women to wait for the next torturer to come. ---7--------------------- “That was really brave of you” Candace said, gently pressing her body against the crying blonde as best she could “I think you’re going to fit in around here just fine” Betsy sniffled “You think?” “Oh, definitely I’ve seen a lot of girls get tortured for the first time. Not many of them ask to be hit harder. I’ll bet by the end of the day everyone will be talking about you. Someone might even ask you to go home with them” “I definitely saw Ben checking out that tight little ass of yours when he walked by” Robyn added. “Thanks” Betsy tried awkwardly to wipe her tears away with the inside of her arm. After a pause, she asked “Which one was Ben?” “The tall Hispanic guy over there” Robyn nodded over to the crowd, then hissed a little as her arm shifted. “He’s cute” Robyn had to take a second to wait for the pain in her arm to subside “A really good fuck to. Pulled me over for speeding once, I managed to get away with a warning” The Indian woman smiled lewdly at the memory of getting fucked by the side of the road “Don’t be afraid to ask him to use those handcuffs of his” “Who’s that he’s with? The Asian woman?” Robyn shrugged, then gasped sharply as her arm exploded in pain. Candace craned her neck to look over, pulling gently on her bonds. “That’s Marsha. She and Ben are an item” Candace noticed the small glimmer of confidence that had begun to take root in Betsy begin to flicker “But, don’t let that stop you, fidelity’s not really important around here, and besides” The redhead leaned in toward Betsy and her voice took an air of confidence “Marsha says he’s been dropping hints that he’s going to slit her throat soon. Pretty new thing like you would make a tempting replacement” “Uh, thanks” Betsy knew that was supposed to give her confidence, but she was conflicted about being hopeful that a cute guy murder his current girlfriend for her. For Candace’s sake tried to give the impression that her words were encouraging, and in the act she truly did feel a bit better, despite the throbbing bruises across her back. “Oh, don’t worry” Candace continued, misreading the girl’s apprehension “He doesn’t slit all his girlfriends’ throats. He’s nice, let’s them pick how he kills them most of the time. Oh hi Chris! Katt!” Betsy’s breast was suddenly being squeezed by the firm hand of some stranger. She quickly turned to see a dark haired man in glasses accompanied by a very tall brunette in heavy makeup, both were holding a plate of grilled girlmeat. The man giggled slightly as Betsy jerked. He squeezed tighter. “I’ve never seen a true Dolcett girl twitch like that” “Come on Chris” Candace chided “We’re all Dolcett girls here. Betsy’s just a little new at this, that’s all” “I can tell” Betsy continued to stare at him in apprehensive silence as his hand moved across her skin, feeling the smooth contours of her body. She let out a shuttering gasp as two of his fingers probed her tight pussy “Definitely new. Here can you hold this?” Chris passed his plate of meat off to the tall brunette. He positioned himself behind Betsy and ran his fingers across her pert bottom. The young blonde whimpered slightly as his hand pressed against the bleeding hole in her rump “Have you ever shoved anything up your ass?” “N-no” Betsy was pretty sure where this was going, even before Chris dropped his pants. The blonde let out a pathetic little squeak as her virgin ass was violated by the man’s thick cock. He grabbed her hips firmly and rammed himself into her tight hole, again, and again, and again. As her friend grunted with effort, Katt sidled up to Robyn. “So are you still going to Heather’s thing tonight?” “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” the heavily bruised woman replied. “You seem a bit beaten” “Oh, I’m just getting warmed up” Katt chuckled “Well, if you’re driving, mind if I ride with you? Cynthia’s thinking about going on the fire, and I don’t wanna get stranded there” “You could always follow her” The dark woman gave a Cheshire grin at the suggestion, Katt twitched a smile herself “That’s plan B. So, can I?” “Sure. No guarantees I won’t hop in the fire myself though. The thought of those flames licking at my poor, writhing body…” Robyn gyrated her ample behind and moaned at the anticipated bliss. “Yeah, but you’re smart enough to give me your keys first” Robyn gave a noncommittal hum as a reply. Off to the side, Betsy’s helpless moans grew louder and louder, as did Chris’s primal grunts. The dark haired man shoved the petite blond up against the wooden post, hard. Robyn groaned as her soft tits were ground into the rough wood. Chris took a handful of yellow hair and yanked the woman’s head back. Her stared into her tearful blue eyes as he shot his load into her defiled hole. He gave Betsy a good hard slap on her rump for good measure before pulling his dick out of her. “You look really stupid when you fuck by the way” Katt observed “You never complain when I’m fucking you” He didn’t bother to stuff his softening dick back into his pants as he spoke “I usually don’t have to look at you when you do” She handed her plate to Chris “Here, let me show you” Katt took Betsy by the hips and rammed her groin into her, sending both woman’s curves jiggling. As she thrust her imaginary cock into Betsy, she crunched her face up and grunted like a Neanderthal. “Ugh ugh ugh” She looked Chris dead in the eye as she mocked him “I don’t look like that” “Yeah you do. Wait” She grabbed a knife from one of their plates. She held the blade much higher than a real cock would have been, closer to her belly button than her groin. Betsy screamed as Katt thrust the sharp blade into her back, continuing her thrusting caveman impression. The serrated edge tore apart her flesh as the young blonde struggled to get away. “Heh heh, perfect impression” Katt said as she continued to mutilate the poor woman “No, you’re just trying to make me angry” Chris said with a level tone. Katt pulled the knife from the red hole she had created in Betsy's back. “Now why would I want to do that?” She asked flirtatiously, brushing the bloody blade across her collar as she took her plate back from her boyfriend. Just before walking away she gave Robyn a firm smack on one of the numerous red stripes that covered her backside. The dusky woman let out a pleasurable moan. “Give me a call when you’re done here. See you later” As the pair walked off to finish their meal, the three girls at the post heard one final exchange. “Hey you want me to clean your dick off for you?” “Naw, let’s find Heather. She’s a lot better at giving head than you are” “Now you’re just trying to make me angry” ---8------------------- Another woman came by, a slender thing with wavy hair dyed various shades of red and orange. She picked up the long leather bullwhip and cracked it against the air a few times. Betsy jumped with each loud crack. The woman then turned and began to strike Candace with the long leather cord. Candace jumped and squeaked every time the whip cracked against her back, leaving a small bloody mark. “See you on Tuesday” The dyed redhead said as she curled the leather whip back up. “Looking forward to it” Candace replied, her eyes still watering from the whipping “Do you need me to bring anything?” “Just you. Adrian and I have got everything else taken care of. Bye” The woman walked off to enjoy the rest of the picnic. “How do you do it?” Betsy asked desperately. The blonde woman was leaning heavily against the post, her hands restrained above her head as tears rolled gently down her face. “How can you just take this?” Candace had to pause a moment, to try and think of an answer “I guess I just don’t have much of a choice” She tugged at the restraints to accentuate her point “On the bright side, you won’t have to take this abuse for much longer” The young blonde perked up “You mean we’re almost done with this? It’s almost over? How can you tell? Is there a clock somewhere?” “Ehh…” Candace felt a little awkward interrupting Betsy, the young woman seemed so relieved “I mean, that stab wound in your back looks lethal. You’re probably going to bleed out soon” Betsy's eyes stared into the distance and she hung heavily on her wrists. “I’m going to die?” She asked weakly “Well… I mean, we all will, probably sooner than later…but yeah, you’re probably going to die today” “And, there’s nothing we can do?” Betsy was clearly in shock as she spoke. Bright red blood continued to seep from her back. “We could probably get you to a doctor after this and they could probably patch you up. But a wound like that would be super difficult to stitch up, and you’d get blood all over someone’s car on the way. It’s probably just easier to let you die” “Oh…” Betsy said and continued to stare into space, trying to come to terms with the fact that she only had hours to live. “It’s not so bad” Robyn was having some difficulty staying focused on the conversation as her shoulder sent shocks of pain through her body with every small twist of her body “At least someone got to enjoy you before you died” Betsy didn’t respond but continued to stare at the wooden post. Candace knew that she should say something to the troubled girl, but before she could think of anything, a pair of strong hands grabbed her hips and flipped her around, forcing her arms to cross above her head. Candace found herself Face to face with Joyce’s husband, Matt, a brown haired man with a wide, friendly face. Before she had a chance to say hello, he shoved his thick cock into her waiting pussy. The redhead moaned as she was penetrated. He wrapped one hand around her throat, forcing her chin high, as he shoved her back against the hard wooden post. Candace let out a gasp of pain as the cuts and bruises which decorated her flesh rubbed against the rough wood. She kept expecting him to squeeze, to close her throat and cut off her breath, but he didn’t. He just continued to pound her against the unforgiving post. With his free hand Matt grabbed Candace’s thigh and pulled it up across his hip. The red head let out a helpless squeak as she lost balance and her back scrapped against the post. She was pinned against the post by Matt’s forceful fucking, her weight held up by the hand on her throat and the bindings on her wrists. Both her arms and her neck felt like they might snap under her own weight. Candace wrapped her other leg around Matt’s hip, trying desperately to hold herself up. She moaned helplessly as her soft pussy was assaulted by Matt’s rock hard cock. After what felt like an eternity of hanging helpless under Matt’s thrusts, Candace heard the familiar grunt of satisfaction from Matt and felt his hot load shoot into her. After one last thrust against the rough post, Matt released Candace. The redhead coughed as she regained her footing. “Joyce said you were over here. I thought I’d stop by and say hi” Candace took a few moments to catch her breath “…You should say hi more often” “This really is a great picnic, you girls did a great job putting this together” As he spoke, Matt tucked his softening dick into his pants “Just let me know if I can help with the next one” “You could start coming to the planning meetings. We’d love to have someone on the committee who isn’t going to get themselves gutted unexpectedly” “I don’t know. Joyce is the religious one. I’ve never really been much of a church goer” Candace felt a few drops of warm cum oozing down the inside of her thigh “We’re really more of a social thing, rather than spiritual. Just swing by with your wife one night” She thrust her chest out as much as she could without being obvious. She twisted her thighs outward slightly to better expose her dripping cunt “Just to say hi” Matt cocked an eyebrow as looked over the naked woman “I’ll definitely think about it” ---9----------------------------- A few more people came by to watch the women squirm under the lash. Robyn got the most attention, people seemed to enjoy how her luscious curves wiggled as her broken arm tormented her. Betsy's pathetic crying also gained some enthusiastic torturers. Candace could not honestly say she was disappointed by the lack of attention. Eventually, Ben and Marsha wandered over. The pair gave Robyn a few hits, watching the voluptuous woman squirm and moan definitely seemed to awaken something in Marsha. “What do you think babe, should we get one of these for the backyard?” The Asian woman sauntered over to the post and leaned back against it, crossing her arms above her head seductively as though they were held there by an invisible cord. Ben walked up, pressing up against his girl. He ran a tanned thumb across her pale cheek. “Are you saying I’m not physical enough with you?” Martha smiled mischievously and wrapped her arms around his Hispanic shoulders “I just think we need something to properly punish the slaves with” Ben frowned “What have the slaves been doing wrong?” “Keeping you away from bed” “Ah, well” Ben gave Martha a sweet kiss “We can’t let them get away with that, now can we?” “Oh, hi!” Martha seemed to just notice the naked blonde bleeding to death next to her “You’re new here right? I’m Martha” As Ben nibbled on her neck, Martha reached up to shake Betsy's bound hand. The touch seemed to perk the young woman up a bit. “Betsy” The blonde said with a weak voice “Yeah, my family moved here a couple months ago” “Well, this lump of hormones” Ben stopped sucking on Marsha’s neck to give Betsy a grin, his hands still firmly gripping Marsha’s hips “Is Ben. We noticed you at the service. Are you doing anything after this?” “I doubt it babe” Ben answered before Betsy could say anything. “What? Why?” Martha looked at the deep wound bleeding in the blonde’s back “Oh, well I guess that’s a pretty good reason. Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun now though” Martha reached over to gently take Betsy's face in her hand. She slowly pulled the dying woman’s face over and locked lips. After so much abuse, the soft lips of the woman felt like a heavenly caress. Candace strained against her bonds to try and get closer to the Asian. Martha carefully slid her body between the eager blond and the hard post. Gently, she let the straps of her sundress slip down to her elbows, her soft breasts teasingly remaining covered as Betsy's own bare tits rubbed against them. As his girlfriend caressed Betsy , Ben slid behind the bound woman. Gently he took hold of her hips. Betsy moaned with pleasure as he slid his thick rod into her damp pussy. Gently, compassionately, he fucked her. It didn’t just feel good, it let her forget. Betsy wasn’t thinking about how she was about to die. How she had been tortured and would almost certainly continue to be tortured until she bleeds out. She lost herself in the rhythmic thrusts and the soft caresses of the two lovers. “Hey” Marsha whispered, gently pulling away from Betsy's lips. “Crazy thought” She spoke a little louder, so Ben could hear “How about Ben kills you?” In an instant, the illusion that she wasn’t just a Dolcett girl came crashing down. “I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s OK. I just though, since we can’t really get to know each other” Betsy didn’t say anything for a long time. She tried to loose herself once more in the rhythmic thrusts of the man behind her, but she couldn’t. She was dying. The thought stubbornly thrust itself to the forefront of her mind. “OK” the blonde whispered “Do you care how?” Betsy hadn’t thought about how she wanted to die. She didn’t want to think about it. “I don’t care” The blonde almost choked on the words. She had just told these two they could kill her, however they wanted, and it didn’t matter one bit. Betsy squeezed her eyes shut as she felt Ben’s strong fingers wrap around her neck. “Hold up babe” Marsha twisted underneath Betsy's body to reach into the purse hanging from her elbow. The awkward rubbing finally released her dark tits to the open air. She pulled out a large, wicked looking hunting knife. Betsy gulped nervously. “Since when do you carry a knife?” Ben asked as he took the blade “Oh, for a while now. Just in case you need it for…something” Marsha brushed her silky black hair behind one ear, exposing her own delicate throat. Betsy let out a worried moan as she felt the cold steel rest against her throat. Ben’s thrusts seemed to gain in force. Betsy's heart raced as she thought about that sharp blade entering her flesh. Despite herself she moaned with smoldering pleasure, the cocktail of adrenaline running through her veins amplifying the sensation of Ben’s strong thrusts, exciting her moist pussy. Martha leaned in. Betsy felt the sharp blade press against her skin at the other woman’s lips met her own. It felt like the slightest nudge would finally break her fragile skin and spill her lifeblood across the sensual Asian. Yet, as Marsha’s tongue explored the young woman’s mouth, her throat somehow remained intact. Betsy hesitantly pressed back toward the eager woman, gently responding to her eager tongue. Martha moaned, feeling the blunt end of the blade pressing against her own soft throat. She knew that one day soon she would be feeling the other edge as well. One hand rubbed up against her sopping clit as she kissed the dying woman. Betsy's heart was racing. She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to have her throat ripped open and her blood spilled upon the thirsty ground, but it was going to happen anyway, she had no choice at this point. With each thrust, each caress, she expected to feel the sharp bite of steel parting her flesh. It was torture. Betsy pressed a little harder into the blade. She wanted the man pounding her helpless body to cut her throat. To release her from this dreadful anticipation, to stop her from taking each lustful gasp with the expectation that it would be her last. She wanted him to keep fucking her. She wanted him to fill her greedy pussy with that powerful cock while she felt the fingers of his girlfriend play across her pussy. She wanted to lose herself to the ecstasy. She was terrified that she would die if she did. There was a searing pain as the sharp blade severed flesh and cartilage. Betsy felt her mouth fill with hot, metallic fluid as she tried to scream into Marsha’s mouth. The Asian woman shook in orgasm, biting Betsy's lip between her teeth as she felt the other woman’s hot blood pour over her chest. Sticky red fluid splashed across her face as Betsy let loose a gurgling scream. The slender Asian bucked with pleasure, her back arching against the rough wood. Betsy's body thrashed between the two lovers, her slender arms jerking uselessly against her bonds. Ben shot his load deep into her twitching pussy, just as the poor girl expired with one last gurgling sigh. ---10---------------------------------------------- Marsha wiped the flecks of blood from her eyes as she slid out from beneath the suspended corpse. Her round tits had fallen completely free of her dress and bounced alluringly, covered in red. Her lover thrust once more into Betsy’s dead pussy before pulling himself out. Not caring about the mess, he pulled Marsha in for a deep, passionate kiss. Pulling away he stared into her eyes. “That was intense” Marsh gave him a satisfied smile “Do me like that any time you want” In a flash, Ben pressed the dripping blade against his lover’s throat. Marsha stumbled backwards against the post, her body wracked by and unexpected orgasm. Robyn let out a surprised scream as the quivering woman knocked into her broken shoulder. Ben followed her back. Keeping the blade pressed against her tender throat. “Yes, do me” The woman moaned as she pressed her neck gently into the blade. Her eyes fluttered as she waited for the killing blow “Slit my throat. Let me bleed out right here, right now” She opened her eyes and looked up at her lover “Kill me” she begged “OK” Ben pulled the blade away from the eager woman’s neck and gave her a quick kiss “But not today” He wiped the bloody blade clean on a bit of Marsha’s blue dress. No one could tell it the sigh that escaped the woman’s mouth was of relief or disappointment. Not even Marsha truly knew. “Have you met Cici yet?” Marsha’s words tumbled from her mouth “Fun girl, you’ll love her. Up for anything. Great tits. Great tongue. Let’s go. Let’s go meet her now” As Marsha rushed off to introduce her boyfriend to Cici, Betsy's wide open eyes stared emptily at the wooden post. ---11-------------------------------- Staring at the lifeless blonde corpse, an odd thought crossed Candace’s mind. “So, if you had a choice, how would you go?” “Spit through the slit and roasted on a fire” Robyn answered without a moment’s hesitation “Everyone watching these juicy puppies sweat” The voluptuous woman jiggled her chest a little, sighing somewhat annoyedly at the pain it caused her “You?” “I never really thought about it” “Really?” Robyn asked incredulously “I never thought I’d have a choice. So there didn’t seem to be much point thinking about it” “Well now that you’re thinking about it…joining me on the spit?” The voluptuous woman wiggled her ass enticingly Candace wrinkled her nose “I don’t think I’ve got the body for it really” “Don’t tell me you want to be beheaded” “What’s wrong with beheading?” “It’s just over so fast. You don’t even realize you’re dying before you’re dead” “I see no problem with that” Candace continued speaking, cutting off Robyn’s rebuttal “But no, not beheading. I think hanging maybe” “You definitely have the legs for it” Robyn eyed the other woman’s firm thighs as she gave the complement “I can just picture them. Kicking wildly as you dangle helplessly from the throat” “That does sound pretty hot” “Hey, I know Maria’s planning on having a group hang Thursday, or maybe it was next week. Want to carpool?” “Tempting” Candace pondered the thought, picturing he noose wrapping tight around her throat, the stool dropping out from under her “But I really should make sure the committee’s in good hands before I do anything too dangerous” “Hopefully Matt starts coming to the meetings. For more reasons than that thick cock of his” ---12--------------------------------- Candace and Robyn let out a pair of girlish giggles. Behind them, another pair of women, a short dark skinned Hispanic and a very pale brunette, were clearly heading to the whipping post. “I just want to make sure” The Hispanic woman led. The pale girl rolled her eyes “You were there at Mary’s party Diana. You know I can break a girl” “I know Laura” Diana paused meekly “But this is my snuff. I just want to make sure it happens perfectly” “OK, if it’ll make you feel better” Laura walked over to the table of equipment and selected a length of metal pipe. She then marched over to Robyn and took a handful of her dark hair. “Ohhh, yeah, hurt me” Robyn begged as her head was jerked roughly backwards. She tried her best to hind the pain she felt as her shoulder bones shifted beneath her skin. The pale woman didn’t even seem to notice the voluptuous woman was talking. Robyn let out a piercing shriek of pain as Laura brought the pipe down hard on her knee, shattering the joint like a twig. The busty Indian fell immediately to one side as Laura dropped her. Screaming in pain as she tried desperately to pull herself onto her one good leg with her one good arm. “See?” The pale woman said to her companion. “I don’t suppose you could spice it up a little? Laura rolled her eyes and grabbed a handful of Robyn’s hair again to pull her up. Leaning the broken girl against her own pale body, she squeezed Robyn’s ample ass. She leaned in to kiss the woman’s tearful face as Robyn continued to beg. “Hurt me, please…hurt me” Lauren smiled and nipped at Robyn’s lower lip. Dramatically she raised the pipe above her head. “hurt…me…” Robyn let out another shriek of pain as her other knee was shattered. Lauren stood back to let the busty woman fall, dangling helplessly from her one good arm as her legs crumpled uselessly beneath her. She continued to scream as her body rotated gently in its bonds. Laura looked silently over at Diana. “Yeah, break me like that” She was clearly a bit flushed, one hand pressed to the fold between her legs “That was really hot. But slower OK?” ---13------------------------------- Robyn continued to scream for a long time. Eventually she settled into a loud sobbing as she pressed her forehead into the hard wood of the post. A few more people came by to give the broken women some lashes, eliciting horse screams from the dangling woman, but the picnic as a whole was beginning to die down. It was getting close to time to start packing up. Candace felt a bit relieved when she saw pastor Brown making his way over. It had gotten a bit boring, standing there naked with no one to talk to and all the attention going to Robyn. “Well, well. Looks like my larder will be full this week” The good pastor was an older, softer, man with short spiky orange hair and a lined face that clearly smiled easily. He wore the black robe of his profession, and nothing underneath. He reached up to unclasp Candace from her bonds. The tall redhead rubbed her wrists slightly as she dropped her hands down. She enjoyed the relief of being able to rest her arms. “Do we have many leftovers?” “No. We started sending people home with cuts. Patti’s already got most of our equipment cleaned and packed away. Only thing left is the three of you” He undid Robyn’s arm. The dusky woman screamed as the broken limb fell to her side. A moment later the Pastor had freed the other wrist and Robyn was left, writhing on the ground. Pastor Brown tsked “That’s going to be hard to splint” “Oh, don’t bother” Candace was slowly getting herself dressed, carefully inching the fabric over her bruised skin “She said she’d rather die” Brown let out a disapproving huff “It really isn’t up to a Dolcett girl to decide” He looked down at the dusky beauty, squirming in agony, at her bountiful bosom as is jiggled with each heaving sob, at her smooth belly as it tensed in pain “But I suppose I could oblige” Robyn sobbed pathetically at the heavy man got down on top of her. Lifting his robe, he slid his long cock, still slick with the drool and juices of other congregants, into Robyn’s pussy. Robyn let out a horse scream as he began to pound her, then quickly fell back to sobbing hopelessly. He wrapped his hands around her twitching throat and squeezed, cutting off her tormented crying. With her good arm, Robyn reached up to grab onto the pastor’s wrist. She made no effort to pull his hands off or to pull them in tighter, she just held his arm as he choked the life out of her. She continued to buck and twitch under Brown, quickly sending him over the edge to shoot his hot load into her twitching pussy. She arched her back helplessly. Brown could feel her body begin to surrender, her muscles slowly going soft under his mass. She let out a struggling choking sound, her tongue hanging out between her lips as her vision began to darken around the edges. Her broken body gave one last agonizing shutter before falling limp. Her dark, unseeing eyes fixed on Betsy’s hanging corpse. Brown stayed down, making sure the woman was truly dead before getting up and dusting himself off. “Candace, mind helping me haul these two to my car?”