Beth
by Allene
Chapter 28
For the next week I grappled with the concept of my
salvation. I could not make up my mind whether the priest had
made love to me as he said, to defeat my tendencies toward
homosexuality or simply because he had become so excited in the
throes of my punishment he had lost control. I finally decided
that he would not throw away his years of celibacy and his
devotion to the Church just to satisfy his horniness. He must
have made a supreme sacrifice in order to save me. This idea
placed him near sainthood in my eyes and I resolved to do
anything necessary to please him or to help him in his efforts to
save me. I felt that my ability to turn pain into supreme
pleasure had to be some gift from God. The priest was just an
instrument to test my limits and my faith. I realize now that
this was just a rationalization on my part and that if I had
truly believed it I would not have been so secretive about it.
In the meantime I gloried in my rationalization and spent
every free moment thinking of tortures he might devise. I placed
myself on all the apparatus in the basement and imagined being
whipped by every instrument I could think of. I also experimented
with pinching, piercing and even burning. I always backed off
from anything that would scar my body. I clearly separated the
dream from reality.
When my Dad was gone on errands or veterinary work I wandered
about the buildings and ranch to experiment with different items
I found to excite or hurt me.
By the wood lathe I found a table leg my dad had discarded.
It was about as big around as a soft-ball bat and about a foot
long. Dad had used chisels to make something that looked like a
giant cork screw. He had cut too deep in one or two places which
explained why he threw it away. I took down my shorts, I hardly
ever wore panties anymore, and tried to put it in my pussy. It
was too big to go in at first but after using my fingers for a
while I became wet enough to get it in. It was great! The lips of
my pussy would have to stretch over the big parts then go into
the skinny parts while my clitoris would come into and out of
contact as I pushed it in and pulled it out. I took it to my
bedroom and hid it in my lingerie drawer. I could only use it
when Dad was gone or watching something loud on T.V. since I
could not stay silent as I came.
While looking around in the attic I found an old spinning
wheel with the seat and bobbin missing. As I was idly turning the
wheel it occurred to me that if a strap was attached to the wheel
I could pump the pedals and the strap would come around against
my breasts or pussy depending on where I placed myself on the two
boards that supported the wheel. I rushed down to the barn to
look for a suitable strap. I finally found a leather strap about
three inches wide and three feet long. I found a hammer and nail
and went back to the attic to nail it on the wheel. When I turned
the wheel I found the strap was too long. It hit the floor
between the pedals which deflected it so it hit the sides of the
boards I planned to sit on instead of cleanly up the middle as I
wanted. I went to the kitchen to get a knife to cut the strap off
at the spot it touched the floor. As an after thought I slit the
strap in two places so I would have three one inch lashes coming
around. Just the anticipation of what was to come had me quite
agitated, I sat back on the boards and started to pedal. When I
had the speed of the wheel where I wanted it I leaned forward
till the strap just kissed my breast. I leaned forward more until
my breast started to dance with the lashes. I leaned from one
side to the other so both my tits could feel the leather as I
slowly increased the speed of the wheel. This proved to be very
satisfactory and soon my pussy was begging to join in. I leaned
back and slid my butt closer to the wheel inch by inch till the
straps made more and more contact with my cunt. Cutting the strap
into three pieces was pure genius as every time the strap came
around it hit the outside and the crack of my cunny
simultaneously. Just by moving my ass I could direct the lashes
wherever I wanted. I finally worked up the courage to spread my
legs as far as possible and still pedal so the center strap would
hit my clitoris. The pain was terrible and wonderful. The only
problem was that I became so uncoordinated when I came I could
not keep the wheel going or aim the straps as I wanted. This may
have been for the best since I was so carried away I may have
really hurt myself. This did not stop me from wishing I had a
motor or another person to turn the wheel. I thought about it a
lot but I did not know enough about mechanics to hook up a motor
without interfering with the strap.
In the fields I found cockle-burrs, and other things to
experiment with. I even whipped my breasts with a branch from a
rose bush. The small amount of blood from the pin-pricks left by
the thorns did not bother me but I was afraid to try hitting my
pussy as I might get carried away and really hurt or scar myself.
I remembered there were rose bushes around the church and
fantasized the priest using them on me.
In the shop I tried putting my breast in a vise but the
feeling was too lop-sided and the pain was too deep and long-
lasting to be good. I found some alligator clips used for
electrical things that were more painful than clothespins. Again
the longer I left them on the more they would hurt. I would put
them on my nipples then put on my bra and shirt. When I thought I
could not stand the pain any longer I was forced to take it just
enough longer to unbutton my shirt and loosen my bra. Since I got
uncoordinated when I came this could increase the time a lot.
One day I accidentally touched the electric fence. The ground
was dry so it was not that bad and I could hold on to it with
only mild discomfort. I knew Dad had a spare fence charger in the
shop so when he went to town I put wires onto two alligator clips
and a bolt. My Dad had taught me that in order for electricity to
work you needed a ground wire and a hot wire. I hooked the bolt
to the ground connection of the fence charger and the alligator
clips to the hot connection. Then I put the bolt in my pussy and
the clips on my nipples. I expected the tingling sensation I had
felt from the fence. When I turned on the charger I almost ripped
off my nipples jerking away. Fortunately the bolt came out and
the jolts stopped. I was not a science whiz and did not know that
the weak shock I had received from the fence was because of the
poor ground I had by wearing shoes on dry ground. By wiring
direct the way I had the voltage was about the same as that to a
car spark plug causing more pain than I could bear.
I still wanted to experience the tingling sensation from
electricity. A few days later I touched the fence to find it was
bearable. I took off my T-shirt and put my breasts against the
wire. I loved it! The electricity hit in pulses which would make
the muscles in my breasts contract to keep them in motion. I
gradually got my nipples in contact which increased the sensation
a lot. The only draw-back was that the pulses were evenly spaced
and I wanted them to speed up and get stronger as I came closer
to coming, which was not possible. I wondered if the priest would
know how to do it.
