Dan must have realized that putting so many lashes on a small area had caused the nerves to deaden because he did her tits differently. He stood directly in front of her to hit her left breast up, down, sideways, and diagonally to cover every inch of them leaving no white places and dragging the lash over her nipples on each one. They were all hard lashes that made her tits form grotesque shapes and cause screams to the very end. When he did the other one she screamed "No!" piteously with each one but he ignored her. When he finished he was panting and sweating almost as much as she. I felt sorry for her and thought she should know all whipping was not bad so I asked Dan to let me make her cum. She moaned, "Yes. Yes! Make me cum. I have earned it." I did but not in the way she expected. By then all the sticker had broken off the lash to make her butt and breasts look like a pincushion so I lightly whipped her pussy with it. She moaned, "No!" as her pussy lips squirmed under the lashes but after a few she began opening her legs even more and began pumping toward the lash until she screamed, I'm cumming! Oh God! I am cumming." We watched in awe as her body shuddered and her tummy pulsated with orgasms until she had calmed. Then she began crying very hard with tears running down her cheeks to splash on her tits. I didn't understand. I thought the orgasms would make her forget the pain. I asked, "Are you alright? I am sorry if I hit too hard."

She howled, "I came from being whipped!" I still didn't understand and said, "Yes. I thought that would help you forget the terrible pain to your tits." She moaned, "You don't understand. Whipping allows God to forgive me for enjoying sex. If I cum from being whipped it is not punishment. What can I do now? I can't stand any greater pain." I thought fast and then said, "You don't understand. God is proving his forgiveness. Haven't you noticed the pain lessened to each cheek and breast as the lashing continued. This proves he was forgiving you. By accepting the additional pain to your pussy he let you have that fabulous orgasm." She gabbed at that concept. "Really? Yes, I think you are right. I never got that great an orgasm from sex after a whipping so I must have not accepted enough pain for total forgiveness." "Right and now it is time for you to be soothed. We will pull out the stickers and put on salve." It took quite awhile to pull all those stickers out of her and put on salve. I was wrong about all the stickers being gone from the whip when I used it on her pussy because I found a few more stuck in the tender inner lips of her pussy close to her clit. Doing all this must have been like foreplay to her because she came right away when the boys fucked her pussy and ass at the same time while I nibbled on her dark red nipples." What I had told her about the pain lessening was true but I didn't understand why until I read an article in one of Dad's sports magazine reporting on marathon runners who told them when pain became too intense it would fade away but other feelings could continue. At that point it even felt good and they called it a "Runner's High". They went on to discover torture victims had discovered their pain would leave too. After a lot of research they discovered that when pain became too intense the brain would release endo-morphins to give the same effect as morphine and that there was a portion of the brain that could block pain.

I suddenly felt much better about myself. My ability to block pain had nothing to do with my being a slut. This proved that having the courage to withstand pain provided a reward. The fact that other feelings remained intact explained the wonderful orgasms. I was proud that I was brave enough to get to that wonderful point but I didn't tell Olga because she was happy with the idea that God was rewarding her. It occurred to me that Olga had been very brave to ask for her whipping now that I knew she had not done it to get an orgasm and thought I should show that I was brave too. She had asked for eighty lashes I decided to ask for ten more. "It is my turn. You were brave to ask for eighty lashes, Olga. I am brave too. I will take them untied without trying to escape. If I don't hold position you can tie me and whip me a hundred times. I'll bend over and hold on to the ankle cuffs while Dan whips across my butt ten times, Olga whips down ten times, and Bill whips upward ten times. Then I will kneel with my hands behind my head while Olga hits across my breasts ten times, Bill hits down ten times then Dan hits up. Finally I will lay back over a chair while I my pussy is hit across by Dan, down by Bill, and up by Olga. I may need a little break before assuming a new position since I have never been whipped with such a nasty whip. Is that alright?" Everyone agreed but Olga said, "I think you are crazy. You will probably end up with a hundred. No-one is that brave." After the first twenty I was afraid she might be right. The pain was terrible but then Bill hit upwards a little easier letting the end hit my pussy to let me have an orgasm. Thankfully Olga's whipping had taken off the stickers so I was not bleeding although I had welts much worse than any other whip had caused.

After a few minutes I got my breath back and worked up the courage to kneel on the large box Dan brought in to get my breasts up high enough so they would not have to bend over for the lashes sideways. The pain was too much to let me cum! My breasts danced and burned under the lashes while I cried and howled. I was so exhausted from the pain when Dan finished with his lashes that caused my tits to hit my chin I just slumped over sobbing. It took longer to recover and even them my breasts burned and throbbed. Bill felt sorry for me and said, "This is too much. Would you like us to tie you for a hundred with a less painful whip?" My pride wouldn't let me do it. "No! It was my idea and I'll go through with it if it kills me." I laid back over the chair but had to be told to open my legs and told again to spread them more until the tendons in my inner thighs were bulging and my pussy lips had opened. They must have been impressed by my bravery because none of them hit as hard. I was cumming by the fifteenth lash and continued to the end when I slumped into a faint. When I came to I was lying on the floor with Bill's jacket under my head and Olga was being fucked in the ass by Bill while she sucked Dan. When they came they noticed I was awake and told Olga to suck my pussy as a reward for my bravery. She refused! "No! I could never do that! That is lesbianism! It is a terrible sin." I was mad. I deserved a reward after my ordeal. "Yes you will! If you don't do it right now I will make you beg me to do it." "No! You can't make me do that." "Guys. Tie her ankles to the ceiling cuffs. Spread her legs wide and get some nipple clamps to tie her hands to." When she was in position hanging upside down with her legs widespread I stepped in front of her and brought the whip down on her pussy hard because I just wanted her to have the worst pain possible. She kept screaming, "No! No!" while she pulled her nipples and breasts into grotesque shapes trying to get her hand over her tortured pussy until I made the tips of the whip hit directly on her clit causing an anguished scream followed by, "I'll do it. I'll do it! Please stop." "Say, Please let me suck your pussy. I am a slutty lesbian. I'll love doing it." "No! I am not a lesbian."

I brought another lash down with the tips digging into her ass-hole to bring blood. That must have been horrible because she ripped the clamps off her nipples to bring blood and grabbed her crotch. "Stop! Stop!" She wailed, "I am a dirty lesbian. I want to suck your pussy." They let her down and I made her suck until I couldn't cum anymore while her tears rolled down her cheeks." When I let her get up she wailed, "I am so ashamed. God never forgave me. The pain just got worse and I was not brave enough to atone for this and never could be that brave."