That distracting thought reminds me of my burning bottom. It was a new experience to be whipped on a genuine looking medieval whipping block. Until today I would not have believed that this place could exist, just thirty minutes from downtown Las Vegas. This hall alone is huge. The height must be at least eight stories, and inside there are hundreds of alcoves, niches and balconies. All the way up to the ceiling I can see cameos. There are hogtied girls suspended from balconies over a fifty foot drop, others stretched by elastics in mid air between the walls, girls wriggling on dildo posts, others bound over beams, and some bound upside down to wooden frames. Everywhere I see girls being whipped and caned. A few are receiving more specialised treatment, with electric dildos and other sex machines. I suspect that worse torments are reserved for private alcoves, and other locked rooms leading off the hall.

I was caught when I had barely entered the hall from the locker room. The block had fascinated me as soon as I saw it, raised on a knee-high dais. I just stood there, staring at it. Perhaps I should have paid a little more attention to its two muscular attendants. They must have been waiting for a suitable guest to practise on, and I had hesitated just long enough to betray my interest.

'Young lady, you look just right for a turn on the Block,' they had said.

My feet were frozen as they approached me. My head spun with conflicting emotions as they gripped my arms and lifted me effortlessly off the ground, turning towards the Block. Suddenly I panicked. I was quite helpless in their grip, but I didn't dare to admit even to myself that I was scared. Perhaps they only want me to model for them, I told myself. I didn't want to chicken out in front of my friends Mandy and Ian, who were watching from the other side of the block, obviously enjoying my predicament.

'Go on Stephanie, be a sport,' my friend Mandy called out.

'That's the stuff, Stephanie, show them you can take it,' Ian shouted.

'Just watch those tits move,' came from an appreciative stranger. I looked up. He was displaying a rather impressive erection, but what fascinated me was the pair of tiny spiked skulls that enclosed his nipples; not something I wanted to get close to. Most of the spikes pointed outwards.

'Hey Stephanie, show us your pussy over here,' someone followed. The attendants lifted me, grabbed my kicking ankles, pulled my legs apart and turned me around to give everyone a good look, making sure to jiggle my rings as they did so. I gasped as my pleasure grew. I was going to climax very soon, if they kept this up. My obvious excitement brought more delighted comments from the crowd.

'Let's see how she dances to the whip,' a female voice came from behind me.

There were other cries of 'Yes,' and 'Get on with it then!' from other girls.

I wondered how enthusiastic they would be if our positions were reversed. I had an amusing thought. They had gathered around with a naive lack of caution, and my captors would need another girl as soon as they had finished with me. Anyone who was silly enough to attract attention to herself was very likely to be next. They would soon find out how it felt to be controlled with such masterful ease. I could see that this was going to be a popular event at the party.

The block looked even more forbidding at close range. My knees fitted nicely into the two grooves at its base. When they had tightened the straps behind my knees, I felt completely helpless. They pulled me forward by my wrists until I lay over the block. It was smooth and cold, but not too uncomfortable. Clips secured my wrist cuffs on either side. I was surprised to have so much freedom to move my upper body. A broad strap over my waist immobilised the rest of me. It was so tight that I could hardly breathe. It tilted my hips upwards. I knew my vulva was protruding lewdly between my smooth, tautly stretched bottom cheeks. Fighting the straps was exciting, especially when my pussy ring began to swing. Someone reached between my legs, pulled my ring down and clipped it to a latch that was obviously positioned in the block for that very purpose. It was only at that point that I realised how perfectly it was designed for a girl ringed through the ridge of her clitoris hood. My ring was so tautly stretched that any movement brought a hard, painful jerk at my clitoris.

'Keep still for a moment, Stephanie,' a voice said, unnecessarily. I had no intention of moving even a muscle if I could help it! A hand reached forward and moved a lever.

'Owwwww!' I yelled as sharp points emerged from the block and pricked my breasts. I struggled, but I couldn't lift my breasts clear of the wicked points. My yelling was quickly silenced. They forced a thick, soft rubbery gag into my mouth, and strapped it tightly in place. Fingers were busy at my nipple rings. I felt two gentle tugs, then a stronger tug as thick elastics pulled my breasts down towards those terrible spikes. I arched my back in desperation. My nipples were stretched painfully. If I relaxed the spikes pricked my breasts. I was going to finish up like a pincushion. I had never been so comprehensively immobilised. Worse still, my bottom was tilted cheekily upwards, into a perfect position for punishment. I was ready, gagged and helpless. I couldn't think of anything they had forgotten, and if I had it was sure to be something painful. The outcome was ominously predictable. I shivered.

'Stephanie darling, you look excellent,' Mandy called out, with her usual subtlety.

As usual, she was completely missing the point. She had no idea how this felt.

Fingers poked rudely at my vulva. They felt greasy. They tugged a narrow thong up from the base of the block, through my pussy ring, between my pussy lips, between my bottom cheeks, and fastened it tightly to the back of the waist strap. It cut deeply into my slit. I knew all about saddle straps. I knew exactly what was coming. I tensed, suspecting that they were ready to begin.

'Would anyone like to tease this bundle of wickedness, before we start?'

I shivered as the crowd surged forward. Amateurs are dangerous at times like this. I felt as if a dozen excited spectators was fondling me with varying degrees of roughness. Inquisitive fingers stroked my sex lips on either side of the saddle strap, and tested the tautness of my pussy ring. Rough hands pinched and kneaded my breasts and buttocks. I felt like a piece of meat being prepared for cooking, rather than any kind of erotic offering. At least some of them were a little more subtle with their caresses. They were probably girls, but you could never be sure of a thing like that.

'I'll tell you what, why don't we fuck, when you have finished playing with those crapheads,' Ian whispered into my ear, while his knowing fingers managed to stroke my parted labia with a familiar gentleness. I couldn't even give him a rude answer. My body was responding unbidden to his practised teasing. I quivered as the accustomed tingling began. I could have killed him, if I wasn't so helpless.

I was so distracted that I didn't even notice when he stepped back and joined the crowd.

'Swisssssh Sniccck!' I heard the unmistakeable sound of the whip hurtling towards me, and then an even more awful sound, that could only mean it had impacted on my tightly clenched cheeks.

'Mmmmmphhhh!' Fire streaked across my bottom as the lash curled accurately below my cheeks from hip to hip. I convulsed instantly in a violent climax, but even in the throes of an orgasm I could scarcely move a millimetre. The crowd chattered loudly. They were enjoying my discomfiture. Silence told me that I was about to receive another vicious stroke. The whip flicked accurately between my cheeks. I screamed into my gag as fire exploded up the line of the saddle strap. I fought wildly. My struggles only brought a vicious tug at my pussy ring, which triggered another instant climax.

I heard appreciative noises like 'Wow!' and 'Just watch her wriggle!' as if anyone was doing anything else, and 'That's right, good shot!' from Ian. The bastard. I would like to see him whipped like this. A business-like ring protruded from the steel collar around his balls. It would be handy to secure him with. It might even fit into that latch set into the block between my legs. I smiled at the thought.

The attendants took it in turns. They must have had plenty of practice. I could tell that by the pain and accuracy of the leisurely strokes they gave me.

Mandy was standing close, right in front of me. She seemed completely unaware that from where I was, close to the ground, I had a fine view up her short red skirt. Between her plump smoothly shaved lips a pink morsel glistened with her juices. I couldn't help smiling at the thought of Mandy getting off on the display I was giving. Obviously her thoughts were not of sympathy, but I couldn't blame her. The sight of my own response to the pain was enough to set anyone off, and I know Mandy. Anything like that is like a flame to a moth. Her limited imagination feeds on sights like this.

Mandy has a lovely tall, shapely figure. The microskirt was all she was wearing, apart from a pair of shiny red boots. Her bare, shapely breasts displayed a pretty pair of golden nipple rings matching my own, but hers were joined by a slender gold chain, and her auburn hair was cut short, pixie style.

Unlike many of the other girls, Mandy was not pierced between her legs. It was a pity. Apart from the fun she was missing, a ring emerging from between her pretty hairless lips would be stunning. She knew exactly what I was looking at. Smiling wickedly she parted her legs to give me a better view. If she knew what I was thinking of, she might not be quite so pleased with herself. She was perfectly made to take a ring through the swollen ridge of her clitoris hood, near the top of her slit. I was glad of the distraction. It took my mind off the pain of my whipping for a few precious moments.

Another merciless, accurate stroke burned its way across my bare bottom.

'Hey, Stephanie!' Mandy called. 'He is brilliant, isn't he!'

Those were not exactly my own sentiments at that particular moment. She was squirming with excitement. I was sure she was just as wet between her legs as I was. She might be a good candidate to try this next. Beside her Ian was watching me attentively. He might have seen Mandy's hand reaching under her skirt, but he couldn't see her fingers teasing their way between her lips. I had a perfect view of her exertions as she brought herself quickly to a gasping climax. It was so exciting to watch her that I exploded in another violent orgasm of my own.

The vicious strokes continued. My bottom cheeks were on fire. It took a supreme effort to keep my breasts off those wicked spikes. The carefully timed strokes brought me to one orgasm after another until I could barely distinguish the pleasure from the pain. It was an anticlimax when the last stroke fell. My tormentors bowed, smiling to the appreciative crowd.

There were calls of 'Well done, you lovely lass,' from one onlooker, followed by a belated 'Hey, don't stop now, you were just getting into the rhythm,' from a girl I remembered from another party, a pretty young brunette called Kim, who was dressed in a brief black rubber skirt and halter.

Kim was obviously enjoying my predicament, and didn't want the fun to stop.

'Well, young lady,' came the reply. 'Perhaps she does need a little more attention. Why don't you come up here and give her some yourself.'

Kim stepped forward with a grin. 'Why, thanks,' she answered. 'I don't mind if I do.'

They handed her the whip, and showed her where to stand to keep it clear of the crowd.

Kim was merciless. I knew the type. She has no inhibitions, no compunction about really hurting a girl, unlike the male attendants, who were expert, but far more controlled. I wondered how far they would let her go. She must have done this before, I realised. Her seeming inexperience was just an act. After some really vicious strokes across my thighs, she gave a few wicked cuts into my burning crevice. I was beginning to worry that she might cause some real damage when at long last the attendants stepped in and removed the whip. They stood on either side of Kim while she took a bow, obviously pleased with herself. The audience cheered while Mandy helped Ian to release me.

'That will teach you to stand there gawping,' Ian said, when at last he had me down off the dais.

I felt like giving him a very rude answer, but neither of them had bothered to remove my gag, and I couldn't see properly to do it myself. I had a good idea what Ian had in mind, and I just let him stick his forefingers through my nipple rings, and lift me up. My nipples were sore, but I was just too shaken to protest, and I didn't mind a fucking to distract me from the pain. My pussy lips were raw and burning, but I was as juicy as could be. Ian pushed his cock smoothly up into me, and fucked me with a rhythm that soon had me squirming again, oblivious of the attention we were getting.

Kim was too pleased with herself to realise her predicament until it was much too late. In a moment they gripped her arms firmly, lifted her effortlessly off the ground, and stripped her naked. At first she was too startled to protest, and then we were treated to the spectacular sight of her delicately curved, evenly tanned nudity. Her breasts were perfection itself, tipped with hard brown buds, each transfixed by a slender golden ring. Her neat curly bush matched her close cropped hair, but that was not all. When they stretched her legs apart, there it was, a thick golden ring embedded deep in the fleshy ridge of her clitoris, just like mine. I was even more interested in her obvious state of arousal. Her slit was dripping with juices, her vulva swollen and parted to reveal the glistening pinkness of her pussy. Quickly they lowered her to the ground, and her noisy protests were soon muffled as the gag was stuffed deep into her mouth and strapped tightly in place. I knew exactly how it felt. I had no sympathy at all, after the way she had treated me. Soon she was a helpless captive strapped tightly to the block. She squirmed in a desperate effort to keep her lovely breasts away from those awful spikes. I enjoyed the sight of another naked girl struggling in exactly the same position I had occupied just a few minutes ago, especially after the way she had treated me.

Her vulva protruded rather temptingly. I was not the only one to notice.

'Fuck her, you silly bastards,' someone called irreverently.

'Go on, teach her a lesson she will remember,' someone else called. Obviously she had not learned that attracting attention to yourself could be dangerous around here.

Having an experience like that might teach Kim something, but it would not cure her sadistic streak.

It was odd to feel Ian's cock thrusting deep into my own pussy, while several of the others fucked Kim roughly, one by one. She did her best to distract them, hoping they would go easy on her afterwards. She wriggled enticingly and manipulated them with her inner muscles. She had underestimated her captors, who continued to fuck her between accurately placed strokes of the whip. The contractions this produced must have given them a heavenly time. I watched, fascinated. The whip flicked accurately, deep into the gaping pinkness of her pussy. I climaxed the moment I saw her convulse with pleasure. It was too much to watch her writhing while my own pussy was still burning after the way she had punished me with the same wicked-looking whip. If revenge was sweet, this was utter delight.

'Go on, make sure you hurt her,' the calls came, but her suffering was not to end so quickly. They took care to torment every part of her body in turn. I watched her scream as the whip covered her breasts with a spidery tracing of red, returning to her inner thighs, and then the soles of her feet.

Meanwhile Ian was still pumping steadily into me. I wondered how long he could keep it up. With each silky stroke of his shaft my pleasure grew inexorably from a deep, soothing sweetness to heady expanding waves of delight that threatened to submerge me. The gag muffled my gasps as Ian quickened his pace, and I gripped him as tightly as I could in my silky love tunnel as his warm seed spurted deep into me. I was shaking helplessly when he lowered me to the ground. Without a word, he was gone. The bastard.

Surprisingly, there were plenty of volunteers to take Kim's place, and she couldn't get away from there quickly enough. After my experience with the block, I wondered if Wanda had designed other kinds of torture equipment specially for girls wearing rings like mine. Perhaps there were girls who had worn them for years, but the smart money went on this being something Wanda had convinced them all to do in the last few months! I expect Wanda is getting a nice commission from the piercing studio, but all this equipment must have cost millions, and there must surely be something more behind all of this. I cannot see Wanda financing something like this without high-powered support.

I was so overwhelmed with sensation that I stood at the back of the crowd, my chest heaving, struggling to release my cuffs that some considerate soul had just locked together behind my back. That meant that I would not even be able to remove the gag that stuffed my mouth, much to my annoyance. I was glad that someone else was the focus of attention for a change.