Should I remove my chain vest? No, they want it left on. Why? It will get ripped to shreds, and me inside it! That's the general idea. They want to whip it from your body… Oh, dear god! Do you want to withdraw? (no answer) Just so you understand, four Masters will each be given
five minutes with you, each using a single-tailed whip. Yes! I know! And I’ll be suspended naked while they whip me anywhere they please,
front or back, head to toe! Plus since I'll be hanging upside-down and spread-eagled their target will be obvious! Your face will be protected! And that’s all! You neglect to mention the single-tailed whips, are they barbed? Possibly... Probably... All right, they're barbed. But you’re being paid $50.000 Euros! I'd like to live to spend it! That’s between you and your husband – he made the deal!
A phenomenal deal if you ask me – I’ve never heard of one so generous!
A medical team is standing by, transfusions prepared. So, are you ready? I have no choice. If I refuse, my husband will take me home, call in a half-dozen friends
and let them horse-whip me till dawn. Let’s get it over with…
Won't I need clothes? No, the car is warm, and I want you accustomed to being naked.
How long will I have to stay at this place... Roissy? Until your lover decides you’ve had enough. Enough what? (no answer) Can’t you tell me what to expect? Please? Very well, just this once. Your card says
you’ll remain at Roissy for three months. Three months?! Be quiet child! Or I’ll make it six! The other girls say that I may be whipped, is that true? Yes, of course you’ll be whipped! How hard? That depends. If you're being punished for
disobedience by a valet, Pierre for example,
it will be very hard. Hard enough to make you faint! Oh, god! How often will they whip me? How often? Why, every day, child, at least!
And twice on Thursdays! Now be still or I'll start the whipping now!
Try to be calm, Precious, they're all here now. They’ve traveled a long way to meet you, some, hundreds of miles.
They’re paying a lot of money for the right to hurt you. (the Girl gasps) Remember, you have no safe word, your agent agreed to that.
This is your last chance to back out...? (the Girl doesn't answer -
her teeth chatter in fear)
Don't think of the whips. Yes, I’m afraid there will be many…
Try not to think of the pain, think of the money…
All right, they're ready to begin...
Remember, think of the money...
… He told her it was his intention that henceforth she should be shared by him and those of his choosing, and by those whom he did
not know who were connected to the society of the chateau,
shared as she had been the previous evening. — And in case she needed an example
She would be whipped tonight for her arrival.
The whipping would be moderately severe.
Severe enough to make an impression.
But not too severe it couldn't get worse. Story of O
P.Reage
Yes. To fulfill my membership pledge, I must provide a virgin
that the Members can put to the test. You are a virgin, aren’t you? Yes. And you’re over 18? Yes. Am I going to be raped by these men? And whipped? Well, yes – who told you about the whipping? My older sister Lucy told me. Remember Lucy, your other daughter? Oh, do you know what’s going to happen exactly? If it’s the same as happened to Lucy, you’re going to hand me over
to these men who will take turns raping me, then I’ll be tied up and hung
from the ceiling and everybody will take turns whipping my naked body with a barb-wire flogger until I pass out or lose a dangerous amount of blood
then I’ll be taken to a private clinic for stitching up and in the morning I'll
be given enough money to put me through university. Okay?
Can we start? I’m feeling cold?
This just came on the Italian Market.
They take Euros.
The small print claims the girl took 44 minutes of
full-force, full-body, rapid-speed Bullwhipping before she
lost consciousness. It is said she took almost a year to recover
but is now ready for nuove avventure (new adventures).
Vinnie? What’s up? He’s back from Vegas. He sent me to fetch you,
wants you back up at the beach house. Like now. How does he look? Did he win? How’s he look? I left him he was on his fifth scotch
and oiling the riding crops. And no, he didn’t win. Oh god. How much did he lose? You don’t wanna know. God, please tell me. Should I change? Get dressed? I wouldn’t bother. You’re dressed just right for what you got coming. That bad? The riding crop, was it the big one or the small? Looked like both to me. Plus he’s got a few of the other whips out, that
single-tail he likes to watch me use on you, and that stainless steel flogger.
He's sent the household crew home and left a message to put the
private nurse on standby, just in case you need a transfusion?
Sorry, but I think you’re in for a night of it, kid. Oh, dear god! C’mon, it doesn’t help to keep him waiting, let’s go. Last time he lost 100,000 dollars in Vegas he put me in hospital for a week.
How much? Please tell me how much did he lose!? A million.
Chief Valet Pierre sent Denise out to the garden
to cut some good solid switches
(“the kind with the sharp thorns!”) and bring them back. On the way back however, three Valets decided to test the
switches on her nude body. Denise was starting to mark up nicely
(not that she had any say in the matter), but was afraid Pierre would
be angry that someone had sullied his blank canvas; she feared
she would get the blame and would be brutally thrashed
with the thorn-switches till her blood puddled on the floor.
There's a First Time for everything Whipping Story:
I like the poncho… Thank you. …And the shorts are elegant. Do you want me to take them off? My stockings? No, leave everything on. I'll see you naked later at the hospital.
Anyway the poncho will cushion the cane blows a little on your back... Wait! Hospital? What hospital...? ...the panties will probably disintegrate after a few cuts. Disintegrate? Oh, do you hit that hard? Oh dear me yes. But don’t worry, it won’t last long.
This is your first caning, right? Yes… What do you mean it won’t last…? Press your chest hard down and grip
the sides of the table. Now take a deep breath… But… but…
20 seconds later two valets entered the room
and carried the unconscious girl back to her cell.
The cane master:Sweet. Send in the next one, please."
This lovely gentle creature is about to be violated by six men;
her suffering will last slightly more than an hour and ten minutes.
Much of that time the young woman will spend penetrated in three orifices at once.
The violators have been specifically chosen for the size of their organs;
they are extremely well endowed.
The agony of the brutal invasions will cause the woman to
faint three times, each time for about sixty seconds.
During her lack of consciousness the violators will not stop,
but rather continue the gang rape of the young woman
even more violently until such time as they are satisfied.
Only when all the rapists are sated, the woman will be
picked up and carried to the “Valets’ Platform” in the Chateau library,
where Pierre the valet stands waiting, single-tail whip
at the ready; with an audience of about 100.
She will then be suspended by her wrists – her feet three inches
above the floor – then her legs will be spread,
tied open in painful horizontal splits.
Pierre will begin his whip assault all over her nude body.
Though the whipping will be strong, it will not initially be strong enough
to draw blood; it will however be harsh enough to
leave a vicious red stripe wherever the scourge strikes flesh.
During the whipping the woman will cry softly at each strike,
as if to convey to her torturer that she has received the message
of the blow and is still conscious, ready for the next.
After five minutes blood will start to flow in some profusion.
Pierre is clearly a Master in his craft, as demonstrated by his ability
to pinpoint-aim the tip of his weapon to crack like a rifle-shot
against the vulnerable apex of her spread legs.
With a gasp the young woman will pass out from the agony –
Pierre and the audience will pause politely till she recovers…
Whereupon Pierre resumes the demonstration of his abilities by opening up
a dozen bloody welts with perfect symmetry on each of her small breasts.
After fifteen minutes of regular rhythmic beating, Pierre suddenly increases
the tempo of the whip strikes;
(airborne blood spatter from the woman’s torso is now noticeable)
in response, the woman’s cries match the cadence and build in volume
to a high-pitched scream. And then nothing.
She has lost consciousness
and will not recover it soon.
Next morning in the I.C.U. of the Private Roissy Clinic the woman
has recovered somewhat. She greets visitors – all of the rapists from yesterday
and Pierre – as friends and colleagues.
From an expensive Kelly Bag, she brings out wads of cash and distributes
them to her friends, with a friendly ‘thank you’
and a date set for a rematch a couple of months hence.
She’ll let them know.
Now if they’ll excuse her, she needs a cold shower…
Her story wasn’t complicated, nor even unusual, she was growing older,
and she was going to lose him. Her body was still good (at 54, very good),
but he had other pastures to explore. Sooner or later
he would leave her, and the tragic fact was that she loved him.
Then a friend suggested something (it had worked for her);
find out if he had any taste for S&M or B&D.
It turned out he had.
In fact when she tried to subtly broach the topic,
he opened up and told her point blank if she wanted
him to stay with her, there would be a price.
She would be whipped, how often and how severely
would be up to him. Take it or leave it.
Confused and fearful: where would he whip her?
Her back, her belly, her thighs, her breasts!
Anywhere and everywhere!
But one thing was certain: as long as she accepted
the whip, he would promise to stay with her.
She wept. In fear, or gratitude, she didn't know. He warned her that sometimes he would give her to friends to punish.
Sometimes he would whip her so hard he would draw blood.
Above all, she should expect, from time to time,
to be beaten so savagely she would pass out.
He asks softly 'does she accept these conditions?' She sobs at the loss of her love, but nods; she accepts,
and signs the consent form he presents to her.
Surprisingly there is a box for 'blood type'. She checks 'O-type'.
He smiles, asks if she ever read The Story of O? Yes, she read it in college. Good. Read it again.
It is your life from now on.
Now he has gone to his place to collect his ‘equipment’ (whips, she imagines).
He’ll be back in ten minutes and her new life – his words – will begin.
He has told her to wait naked for his return and to prepare
mentally for her first punishment. It will be severe.
At times there were several,
more often only one, but each time...
before they came near her, she was
made to kneel down facing the wall... the ring of her collar fastened to the
same eye-bolt to which the chain was attached... and whipped.
Yeah, this is Room 307, I’m expecting a delivery from the
riding tackle shop on Fifth? Long skinny package?
On its way up? Great. Leave it in the hallway outside my door.
After that, please hold all calls for an hour? Nah, make that two.
Thanks. I’ll take care of you later.
The car’ll be here in a minute,
you should put on a robe or something. There’s usually a blanket in the back seat, I’ll be all right.
Will you be coming in the car? No, but I’ll be just a few minutes behind you. Will you ask them? You promised you’d ask them. If I can be the only one whipping you?
It doesn’t work that way… There’ll be at least
six senior members who’ll want to… you know? What? Lash the skin from my back? Beat me senseless? There is a way, I suppose… What? How? If you wear an extra thick blindfold and I ask
the Commandant to request no talking, you won’t know
who’s on the other end of the whip, you can imagine they’re all me! You’re a genius! You forgot to tell me, what kind of…? Instrument? The Bull-whip I’m afraid, I tried to get them to use
something lighter, but no go, I’m afraid. They want to see blood. That’s all right. It means I’ll black out all the sooner. Is that the car? Yes, are you sure you don’t want a wrap? No, kiss me, hard…harder… You’ll be there when I wake up? Promise.
Whipping House Rules =================================
All right, it’s almost time… Is that the Valet? The one holding the whip? Yes, that’s Pierre… …What kind of…? …It’s a horsewhip. Try not to look at it. I’m frightened. Pierre looks very strong.
It’s going to hurt, isn’t it? A lot ?! Yes, but only for a little while.
You’ll be back to normal in a day or two. That’s what you said in Bordeaux, remember?
I was laid up for nearly a month! And the little man who whipped
me that time was half the size of Pierre. I don’t want to do this!
Let’s call it off! Tell them! We can’t! There’s too much money involved!
We’ll lose our deposit! Think of the money,
just keep thinking of the money! All right! All right! What’s my share again? 10,000 Euros for a hundred strokes. 20,000 for two hundred. And if I ask them to stop at one fifty? Doesn’t work that way, I explained all this to you.
If you start another hundred strokes –
let’s say you ask for stroke 201, you have to be
prepared to go all the way, to take the full round of 300. Suppose I start another round then
realize I can’t finish it, they’ll stop, right? No. When you start a new round of a hundred,
you’d better be able to finish it… What about my safe word? You don't have a safe word here! You parked it on the way in! And if I black out? Try not to. Why? Pierre’s orders are to keep beating you - full-body
whipping - conscious or not, until the round is finished. That’s inhuman! That’s the deal! All right? Now let’s go!
Cheer up, my love, I booked a multi-whip session for you
at the Paris Club two weeks from tonight. The money's fantastic! Two weeks !? Yes, you should be healed by then... Well, almost.
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