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Slut Reform

Part 2

                                            Slut Reform 2 by Allene

The next morning I woke feeling my body tingling and my breasts throbbing
slightly. I got up and looked in my full length mirror.  I was surprised to see
that I only had a few welts where the edge of the belt had dug in. The most
damage was to my poor boobs which were black and blue. I hated George
remembering how he had hit them so hard they almost went into my armpits. 

Then I looked at my pussy. It was gross. They had pulled the hair in a circle
around my slit so I looked like a balding old man with the top bald and fringes
of hair on the outside. Not only that the old man had a sunburn.  Surprisingly
except for the throbbing of my breasts nothing hurt. I was glad for the belt
remembering how the paddle had made me so sore I could not sit down comfortably
for days. Since they hadn't spent much time on my butt it was just lightly red
kinda like a little sunburn. It and my pussy and my tummy tingled as my boobs
throbbed.

I was really thirsty which was no surprise since my whole body had been
drenched with my perspiration during the ordeal. I didn't want to put on my
tight jeans or anything else that would rub on my body so I just put on my old
soft cotton robe and went downstairs.

They were sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee. I assumed they had
been talking about me and glared at them on the way to the sink where I
thirstily gulped down two glasses of water.

Mom said, "Well hello sleepyhead. Do you know it is almost eleven AM. "

"I was exhausted. You people were really mean. I still hurt. Especially my poor
boobies. I am sure glad it is over."

Dad said, "Let's take a look at you. You are a pretty girl and we don't want to
scar you. Take off the robe."

"Oh do I have to? I look awful."

"Yes."

I let the robe slip to the floor and as directed turned slowly in front of them
so they could inspect every inch of my body which made me blush to my toes.

Mom said, "As usual she exaggerates. The only bad welts are where the edge of
the belt hit. You guys need to be more careful about hitting flat. The edge
could cut her. We don't want her a bleeding mess."

I said, "You are a little late with that advice Mom. Once the red goes away I
am going to look like a zebra."

"Not late Allene. That is advice for the next session."

I cried in alarm, "Oh no. I thought it was all over. You wouldn't do it again.
I have learned my lesson. I promise I won't have anything to do with boys."

Dad said, "We know how you lie. We will be able to tell when you are truly
reformed. You don't have to go to school for a week so you will be punished
every night. We will let you heal over the weekend so I hope five sessions will
be enough."

I groaned. "Oh no. I will be dead by then"

Mike laughed and said, "You aren't going to die from a little whipping. Slaves
lived through much worse. We could be using a cat O nine tails which would shred
the skin from your body."

I shuddered at the thought then Mom said, "I have good news for you. We are
going to take advantage of that macrame class you wasted your time on to braid
a whip like the one in the picture. The thongs only look about an inch wide so
it shouldn't cut you no matter how hard it is used."

She showed me the picture again and I shuddered but the thongs did not look as
thick as Dad's belt so maybe it would be better.

I said, "That is really mean and evil to have me make a whip that will hurt
me."

Dad said, If you prefer we can use willow switches or an electrical extention
cord that will really make welts."

He had used a willow switch on my butt once and it had made my butt look like a
washboard and the stings had lasted forever.

I shuddered and said, "Oh no. I will make the whip."

Mom said, "Good. I will go get the leather. Meanwhile the boys had an idea to
keep a little pain alive while I am gone to remind you of your sluttish
behavior. Come out to the dining room and lie on your back on the table."

"Oh God. What are you going to do to me?"

"It will be a surprise. Just go lie down."

I climbed up on it then laid on my back with my thighs clenched together and my
arms over my boobs but that wouldn't last. Mom and Dad left for the leather
store while they tied my wrists and ankles to the table legs so I looked like a
big X. I whimpered "Are you going to beat me."

Mike grinned and said, "No that is for later. We are just going to get your
sensitive areas  more sensitive."

George brought him Mom's bucket of spring clothespins she used to dry blankets
and sheets with on the clothes line.

They began putting them on the lips of my pussy. They made a horrible pinch
that made me whimper and brought tears to my eye but they had no sympathy. They
lined them up on both lips as close together as they could get them and put one
final one on my anus which made me squeal.

Then they pulled out my nipples so they could put one crosswise and another on
the end which made me cry, "Please don't do this. It hurts terribly."

George just grinned and said. "That is the idea."

They used the whole bucket on my poor bruised boobs causing constant horrible
pain. Even that was not enough for them. They began flicking them with their
fingers to bring new pain.

When they became bored with that they went to my pussy and used the pins to
pull my lips widely apart. George said, "Wow look at that. We can see deep
inside her."

Mike poked his finger in and said, "Yeah. That is her cervix."

I moamed, "Stop this! It isn't right! You are my brothers."

Mike said, "Hey it is only incest if we fuck you and we won't. We are just
playing."

I cried, "I hurt all over. Isn't that enough for you?"

"No. You deserve this. Slut!"

I cried at that. Damn it I wasn't a slut. I had just fucked my boyfriend not
like my friend Lisa who had fucked the whole football team.

George said, "I saw a picture on the internet where a girl had a beer bottle in
her cunt. I'll bet Allene's cunt could take one."

"We don't have any beer bottles but we have a Christmas candle about that
size."

I shuddered the candle was about three inches wide and I whined, "No that will
rip open my poor pussy."

Mike said, "Bullshit. Girls have babies out of that. The candle is a lot
smaller than a baby's head."

"No! Don't do it. I'll tell Mom!"

"If you tell Mom we will come up with something worse. How would you like that
hot salsa stuck in your pussy."

The salsa was so hot none of us could eat it. just a drop burned my lips and
mouth and only milk stopped the burning. I cried, "Please No. Do the candle."

The candle reminded George of something else he saw on the internet. He lit it
then held it over me to let hot wax drip on my poor tits. I was sure I would be
horribly burned and squealed and begged at each drip. "Mike said that is enough
there. The wax landing on wax won't hurt her."

Maybe not but my boobs felt as if they were being cooked. They had not hurt
that much since I fell asleep in the sun and sunburned them.

It got worse. While Mike held my pussy lips open with the pins George dropped
wax into my gaping pussy. The burn was horrible and when a drop hit my clit I
screamed in agony.

That alarmed them so they blew out the candle and began pushing it into my
pussy. I felt a horrible stretch but they got it in while I cried at the
horrible indignity of this.

Then George got a horribly fiendish idea. He lit the candle then propped up a
mirror so I could see the flame slowly coming closer to my pussy. I realized
the flame would hit my clitoris. 

I yelled, "Blow it out. You can do anything else. I don't want to be burned
there it will ruin me."

Mike said, "Anything? Will you suck our dicks?"

I whined, "That is gross. I didn't even do that for my boyfriend."

"So what. Will you do it before your clit is barbecued?"

I thought they may be bluffing but I couldn't take that chance and agreed.

"And you will swallow every drop of our cum?

"Oh God that may make me puke."

"That's okay. You couldn't have much in your stomach you haven't eaten since
yesterday."

They slid my body up on the table so my head was hanging off of it. He told me
to open my mouth and he stuck in his dick. It wasn't a true blow job he simply
fucked my mouth laughing when I gagged when his dick hit my throat. Eventually
the gag reflex went away and his dick went in and out so just the head was in
then so deep my nose went into his pubic hair. Meanwhile George was picking the
wax off me. I know it seems incredible but the mouth fucking and picking turned
me on in spite of the pain. He shot his sperm down my throat when it was in so
deep I didn't have to taste it.

George was more subtle. He told me to use my tongue to rub it and made it last
by pulling out to make me lick his sweaty balls and then put it in again. He
pulled out at the last second and came on my face. It was horribly humiliating
as jets covered my lips and nose and eyes. Then he scraped off the cum with his
finger and fed it to me. To my surprise it did not taste bad.

That made them happy and Mike offered to take off the pins. Actually they
didn't bother me that much anymore. The nerves had deadened so there was just a
throbbing. They untied me and had me stand with open legs in front of them.

When he took off the first one I found it hurt worse to remove them than to put
them on if that was possible. I squealed as each was removed and when they were
all gone I rubbed the wrinkled flesh they had caused.

That made them feel better and I sighed. George laughed and said, "She really
is a slut. She is jerking off in front of us."

I said angrily, "I am not! Rubbing makes the hurt lessen." But there was no
denying the fact my pussy was getting wet as I rubbed it.

While I was still rubbing Mom and Dad came home.

I entertained the idea of telling her what the boys made me do but thought
better of it knowing they would get even.

She came to me and said, "The pins left  marks. Did it hurt a lot?"

"Yes of course. Especially when they were taken off."

Mom said, "Boys I am surprised by you. I only meant you to put on a few. It
looks like you used the whole bucket."

"We did. You didn't tell us how many."

"Yes I guess it is my fault. Sorry Allene."

"I said grumpily, "That doesn't help much now."

"Well I got the leather. Making the whip will take your mind off it. You can
start after lunch. You can put your robe back on now. While you are busy on
your whip I am going to make you a new one. "

The boys looked disappointed but I was grateful since I knew being naked just
made them think of other things they could do to me.

After lunch I went to my room to make the whip. Even the robe irritated my many
hurts so I took it off. She was wrong about taking my mind off pain. As each
braid was formed to make the handle of the six lengths of leather about an inch
wide and a quarter inch thick I imagined how it would feel hitting me. I
knotted it then held the knot in my mouth with the ends between my legs as I
formed the braids. The leather thongs rubbed my pussy as I braided and
incredibly in spite of the fact I knew this thing would hurt me the leather
excited me. By the time the handle was the specified lenth of eight inches I
was really excited and dragged the thongs over my pussy until I got so excited
I locked my door and masturbated until I got to orgasm.  The strange thing is
that I normally fantasized about being fucked by my boyfriend but this time I
imagined myself hung naked from a limb with gobs of people staring at me as a
man sawed the thongs of the whip between my legs telling them I was such a slut
I was getting the whip wet.

The orgasm caused me to take a nap and I was awkened by pounding on my door, I
put on the robe and Mom said, "Why was your door locked? You are never to lock
it again. God knows what you may be doing in there."

"I was tired and didn't want the boys to bother me."

"Okay. Try on your new robe.."

She handed me this brown thing and I realized she had made it from burlap bags.
When it was on I said, "Oh this thing has a million little needles sticking me.
It will be awful on senstive skin."

"Yes that is the idea. From now on that will be your only garment. You don't
have to wear it if you don't want to but if you are naked it will be a sign you
are willing to accept humiliation and punishment. Now come downstairs they are
waiting for you."

God you talk about a no win situation.

As we went downstairs the needles rubbed on my thighs and I wished my boobs
were smaller so they would not bob and let the needles stick my nipples.

When we were downstairs the rope was already hanging ominously from the
chandelier.

I anticipated the command and took off the robe and stood under the rope
holding out my wrists for the rope.

Mike said, "Wow. She acts like she is anxious to get started."

I scowled at him and said,"No. I just want to get it over with. Thinking about
it all that time scared me."

Dad smiled and said, "Yes I think the fear of punishment is a good incentive to
avoid it in the future."

They tied my hands but someone had come up with a new device. It was a board
about five feet long with hooks on the ends. Mike and George tied ropes to my
ankles then dragged my legs apart until I was nearly doing the splits.

Then they pulled up my wrist ropes until the board left the floor. I was
incredibly stretched. I looked in the mirror on the wall and I must be terribly
vain because I could only think of how great that made my body look. My tummy
sunk in until you could see my ribs and my breasts lifted to eliminate the
normal little crease under them. My legs were opened so far the tendons in my
thighs showed and my bald pussy lips were open enough to see the pink inner
parts.

Mom came to me and I gritted my teeth as I awaited the lash.  The thongs were
so long there was a double impact. It hit my back then in milliseconds they
wrapped around to make an even greater sting on my front at the top of my
boobs.  It stung but was not as bad as the belt and I just gasped.

She began working downwards and I watched in the mirror as my body reddened.
Only the ones across my nipples were bad enough to make me scream. It was weird
I watched myself in the mirror as if I was a witness rather than a participant.
I watched fearfully as the red moved down my stomach but even when they crossed
my pubic bone it was not as bad since the ends were hitting my outer thighs.
The one across the tender area where my legs connected to my butt brought
another scream but that was her twentieth. Unlike the belt I was not exhausted
this time which made the hair pulling worse.

When she finished for my rest Mike said doubtfully, "I am not sure about this
whip. It is just making her red and she didn't scream nearly as much as the
belt."

George said, "Mom didn't hit hard enough. It will get better as her skin gets
more sensitive."

I resolved to scream more at Dad's turn but I didn't need to. He aimed more
carefully so the ends snapped against my tits to make me scream and the extra
width of the whip let the bottom then the center then the top thongs hit my
nipples. My screams subsided as the red became deeper on my tummy but came back
again as I saw my pussy lips rip open by the ends of the thongs over and over.

While he got the pliers I looked at myself in the mirror. I was now a deeper
shade of red and I was sweating which made my body give out a red glow in the
bright light.

The hair pulling was not as bad now since they were coming from the outer edges
but still bad enough to make me squeal.

Mike hit harder bring welts to my already stinging  and hot flesh but as I
watched my self in the mirror I began to think of myself as a brave martyr like
Mel Gibson in Braveheart. This caused me to resolve that I would not let them
break me no matter what.  Like Mel I screamed at the pain but did not beg him
to stop.

That brought about another incredible feeling. I began to want the pain and
found it was exciting me.

When he finished he said "We are running out of hair. I guess I will get some
of these little ones around your anus. That ought to make you scream and beg."

I scowled at him and said angrily, "You will never make me scream and beg
again."

He just grinned and slowly pulled them out. I had to clench my teeth to keep
from screaming but he was impressed saying, "Wow you can be brave."

George took the whip and got in front of me saying, "This is gonna hurt."

I stared at him and said defiantly, "I don't care. You can't make me scream
either."

He was really mean giving me ten lashes up down and across my tits but I
managed to take it with just gasps in spite of the fact my poor tits were on
fire and getting swollen.

He said,"You are tougher than I thought."

He began swinging the whip like a soft ball pitcher bringing the thongs between
my legs to hurt my ass crack, anus and pussy but incredibly I found I was
getting very excited and was almost disappointed when he stopped.

I watched him pull out more hairs and then he said, "My God. I think this is
exciting her. Her pussy is wet!"

Thank god Mom said, "It isn't excitement you put them all on her pussy and it
is normal for it to get wet from all that stimulation."

He said doubtfully, "Maybe."

They let me hang there as I watched my glowing red body heaving from the deep
breaths caused by my excitement.

When I was released Mom said, "Do you want your robe?"

I said defiantly, "If it will make you happy. Would you like me to roll around
on the floor to drive in the needles?"

She laughed and said, "My you are getting fiesty. No just put it on and come
over to us."

I put it on as carefully as I could but still gasped as needles stuck my super
sensitive stinging flesh.

When I walked to them slowly to keep the robe from rubbing as much as I could
they stood up and circled me and then all eight hands began rubbing the robe
against me. It was awful yet exciting and I felt myself nearing orgasm as it
was rubbed against my nipples pussy and inner thighs. I began saying "Oh, oh"
over and over until George said I think she is having orgasms. It was true but
Mom gave me a way out when she said, It is just the pain isn't it dear."

I had my orgasm so I panted, "Yes please stop."

Mom said, Stop everyone. She has had enough.  Do you want to take off the
robe?"

"No you said it would invite more punishment."

She laughed and told me to go to bed. The real reason I didn't want to take it
off was because I was sure my pussy juice was on my thighs and I sure did not
want them to know I had learned to love the whip.

As soon as I was out of sight I took it off  then went to look at myself in the
mirror. I know it seems strange but I was proud that I had been able to accept
all that pain with the welts and red and cruises that proved my courage.

End part two



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