Candy Among the Christians
Download 9.
Download Title, "Candy & Betty & Patty & Annie, Oh My!"
Candice Butz
7:00 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Ass Whuppin'
Oh I hate when they put that ammonia-soaked Q Tip up your nose. It feels like
your brain has been partially removed, a dozen ball bearings thrown into your
skull, and your head then put into an electrical paint shaker. One of these
times when I regain consciousness, it won't be in this damned Treatment Room.
Well, at least I am back over the horse and not strung up any more. That bitch
really knows what she is doing. I could have taken any number of things singly
but the combination is unbearable. When you have been standing in high heels in
one spot for a couple of hours and you are then forced to stand on tip toe, you
get the most amazing charlie horses in first your calves and then your thighs.
Plus having your arms stretched tight over your head cause pain in your wrists
despite the industrial wrist straps. This pain eventually extends to your
shoulders. The partial suspension also makes it progressively harder to
breathe. I got a tiny bit of a glimpse of what crucifixion must have been like.
You know, I'll bet that Dr. Strikt would have fit in real well in Imperial Rome.
When you then throw in on top of this chronic muscle and joint pain, and a
little asphyxia, the most excruciating acute pain from the titty torture that
the Bitch seems to like so much, it sends right into another world. Hell
specifically. Looking over across the room to where Betty Robinson stands with
her arms strung up, it looks like the Dark Lady or her little dog Patty have
done a similar job on her knockers. OK. The major thing is to survive. As the
night goes on I am becoming more and more aware that they are out to break me.
OK If they want a sniveling dog that will lick their shoes, I can lick shoes.
But just let me get my edge and some people will pay.
Well, it looks like the Dark Lady is ready to start working on me again. I
think she is about to give another lecture demonstration in the biology of pain
to Patty. And I am the animal to be vivisected in the demonstration part. Here
she goes "Patty, you have been the recipient of a major whipping once in your
life. I am sure you vividly remember your 'wedding whipping'. Patty responded
"Oh yes Dr. Strikt! On my wedding night, nearly a month later, my bottom was
still a little sore." "Well" the Dark Lady continued, "This one will be just as
severe although it will differ in many details. This time the skin has been
prepared with the strap and is nicely bruised and exquisitely tender. If a
heavily knotted whip is used, the skin will be badly torn after about a dozen
lashes. Yet experience shows that little additional pain would be gained.
Therefore we will employ a whip with only a single knot at the end of each cord.
This will promote the end of the tail curling around but will not excessively
tear the skin. Also draping the penitent over the horse helps to prevent them
from fainting too soon. This way we should be able to inflict about two dozen or
more lashes before Candy passes out." Whuppy Shit! I thought. I'm glad they
are so considerate. Twenty some lashes until I lose consciousness but they are
taking care not to flail all the skin off by backside. OH SHIT!
I have to admit that the Dark Lady started out slow and gentle. Or as gentle as
it gets when somebody starts beating you with a four tailed whip on an ass that
already looks like tenderized steak. Oh that hurt. It felt like she was
actually stripping the skin off. And with my legs spread wide, every blow was
curling around to either strike my inner thighs, outer hips or pussy. I have
learned to scream my head off every time I get hit. I think it increases Dr.
Strikt's pleasure. But after a dozen blows she started laying them on harder.
At that point, I was gasping for breath and getting very hoarse. My screams
were degenerating into grunts and moans and wheezes. As we got closer to 20, I
started retching but nothing would come up. I got dizzy, and believe it or not,
I stopped feeling pain. I really don't remember passing out.
Patty Pine
7:15 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Watching Candy's Whipping
My nerves came pretty close to shattering during Candy's whipping. I was hungry
enough that I started getting light-headed. Her animal screaming was unnerving
me and I started getting queasy when she started retching. At twenty lashes her
butt started to bleed but Dr. Strikt didn't stop so that I could staunch the
cuts with some vinegar brine. The blood started splattering and I got sprayed
with some of the droplets. I almost lost it at that point. The blood drops on
my breasts and stomach made me a bit sick. Candy's backside looked real bad
with dozens of cuts. She was shaking all over and I have to admit that I was
holding my hands together to keep them from visibly shaking. And my knees were
tight together to keep them from knocking. And I had to pee real bad. You have
no idea how happy I was when Candy finally passed out. I think that Dr. Strikt
finally stopped at thirty. Poor Candy didn't even flinch when I swabbed her
butt, she was that far into unconsciousness. I actually felt sorry for her. I
asked Dr. Strikt if I could go to the bathroom but she denied me. She said it
was part of my training. Dear Lord I am hungry.
Ms. Elizabeth Robinson
7:20 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Reality Is A Whipped Ass
I just witnessed the ass whipping of a lady, who I will call the "Blonde Lady".
This is important. Earlier I watched as they beat the breasts of this lady.
They beat her boobies very badly. Then these people came over and beat my
breasts. Now they just finished beating the "Blonde Lady's" ass with a whip
made from extension cords. With knots in the wires. They beat her until she
passed out. Toward the end of the whipping the whip was cutting the skin of the
"Blonde Lady's" behind. She was bleeding. And still they kept hitting her with
the whip. The whip got covered with blood. The blood got splashed all over the
room. Still they kept hitting her. She fainted.
What worries me is that once they have done something to the "Blonde Lady", they
then come over and do it to me. They have me strung up. They have fastened
leather cuffs to my wrists and then attacked ropes to my wrists. They have
hoisted me up by my wrists. This is how they hoisted me up when they beat my
breasts. I can look down and see my breasts. They are all red and swollen and
hurt like hell. You know what. I bet that next they are going to beat my ass
with their whips just like they beat the "Blonde Lady's" ass. I don't know who
the "Blonde Lady" is, but they are punishing her just like they are punishing
me. I don't know what they are punishing her for. But then I am not sure why
they are punishing me. I mean that there are lots of things that I have done
that they are probably punishing me for, but I don't know which of these they
are punishing me for.
The "Blonde Lady" has fainted. They, the two of them, the Dark Lady and her
young, naked, red-haired assistant are talking. I really hope that they are not
talking about me. I am afraid that the next thing they will do is hurt me.
Just like they hurt the "Blonde Lady". Oh dear God, please don't let them hurt
me more. I don't know who the "Blonde Lady" is, but I bet that she is my
friend. Oh dear God, please don't let them beat me any more.
Patty Pine
7:30 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Elizabeth's Whipping
Now it was my turn to get to work. She had me clean off the whip with alcohol
and clean up the spattered blood droplets. Then she had me go and get a really
nasty whip to use on Elizabeth. A five tailed, thirty incher with five knots on
every strand. I also swear it was made from a heavier lamp cord. This was
about the nastiest whip I have ever seen. Earlier, Betty had been watching what
we were doing to Candy more and more intently. I suspect that she didn't get a
super view because the horse on which Candy was bound was so positioned that the
wrist-suspended Elizabeth saw only Candy's head and shoulders rather than her
backside. She reacted more vigorously when the blood started splattering. She
must figure she is next and Betty must now know that she is in for some heavy
punishment. She was crying and shaking as we walked up to her. Dr. Strikt used
the remote to hoist her up onto her tippy toes.
The Dark Lady told Beth she was going to receive twenty lashes and she told me
to deliver the blows at one minute intervals. So each time the second hand on
the clock on the wall got to the top the agony would be renewed. Hew! The
waiting was hard on both me and Elizabeth. She had to crane her neck really
hard to see the clock. As she did that you could see the terror in her eyes.
As I waited all I could think about was how my bladder was killing me. You have
no idea how long a minute can be. Elizabeth's ass had also been tenderized
previously so I made a big effort to spread the strokes out over as much of the
un-bruised portions of the posterior of her body as I could. She was only 15
and I didn't want to cut her up badly. She started screaming right with the
first blow and didn't stop until twenty. I was surprised she never passed out
and I was skillful enough with the whip that she had very few cuts when I was
finished. But boy-oh-boy from the middle of her thighs to just below her
breasts every single square inch of her body was covered with welts. Purple
bruises were starting to form wherever the knots hit. And despite my efforts
there were perhaps a dozen tears in the skin on her ass where she had been
beaten with the strap and then lashed with the whip. About half of these had
trickles of blood running down whereas the other half just oozed. Dr. Strikt
lowered her down off her tip toes but not enough to slack off her arms. I
cleaned up Elizabeth's wounds with the vinegar brine which caused a resumption
in the screams. Then I wiped off the whip with rubbing alcohol and cleaned up
the few drops of blood that had fallen on the white tile floor. Then finally the
Dark Lady let me sit down. But not pee. And damn I am hungry
Mrs. Anne Robinson
8:00 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
The Receptionist, Continued
Here I sit. Crying. I have cum smeared all over my face. They took my corset
off and bit my nipples and ejaculated on my breasts. All I am wearing is my
pink jacket and I hose and heels. My crotch is saturated with semen and my
pussy is ripped to shreds and bleeding. My hair is a mess and all that is left
of my make-up is smeared with cum. But they were nice guys. They gave me a
beer when they left. I finish it off and lay my head down on the desk and sob.
Then a white Dodge minivan pulls up. Five more guys, totally drunk fall out.
They bang on the door. "Open up lady, we're from the Freeport plant. Hey let
us in. Ready for a good time."
FUCK!
Elsbeth Strikt, Ph.D.
8:10 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Patty Time
"OK Patty. Its your turn now. Go over to the cabinet and get a set of wrist
restraints". Patty instead knelt down at my feet, grasped me about the legs and
sobbed. "Please, please, Dr. Strikt, please don't beat me. I can't take any
more." It was obvious her nerves were shot. Good. I assisted her up to her
entire height of 5'2" and walked her over to the cabinet. I sat her down on the
metal folding chair and fastened a set of wrist restraints. Then I took her
over to the unoccupied set of suspension bonds and buckled her arms up. All
this time she was sobbing, now incoherently. I decided to go a little easier on
her and did not winch her up on tip toes. Then I went and got the single knot,
four strand whip. I informed her I will give her about two dozen. A dozen on
the back, six across the breasts and six across the loins. Enough to hurt her
but not enough to incapacitate her. I have needs for her to fulfill.
Patty Pine
8:15 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Anticipation is Over
Shit! For a whole twenty-four hours I have been living in dread of this. I
just knew that the Dark Lady was going to whip me. I know just how much she
enjoys whipping women. She just glories in it. She prides herself on how much
pain she can inflict. Deep down inside I really hate her. I have been living
in fear of her, hoping that if I am good, she will not hurt me. Well, I have
been as good as I can be and still she will hurt me. She beat my backside
yesterday, not as much for the pain as for the anticipatory fear it would give
me of what was to follow. And to bruise my butt so that when the whip strikes
the sting will be so much more painful. I know she will take particular delight
in hitting my nice full breasts since she is so flat chested. Someday I will
get a chance to pay her back for the pain that she has given to me.
Candice Butz
8:20 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Patty Gets Hers
I started coming around when Patty was whipping Beth. Nothing like waking up to
shrill screams. But I was groggy. By the time my head was clearing I was
hearing Patty sobbing like a child. Funny how your hearing works before your
eyes will focus. OK, the Dark Lady has Patty strung up over there where they
beat my breasts. Looks like it's her turn in the barrel. The Dark Lady starts
stroking Patty's head and whispering in her ear. Looks like she is kissing her
on the lips. Now she is rubbing Patty's pubes, caressing her breasts, now she
is sucking her nipples. Sure looks to me like Dr. Strikt swings at least two
ways. Now she finally gets around to hitting Patty. Zap right on the ass with
the full force of that whip. You should see Patty jump. She just pulled
herself at least two feet with her arms and brought her knees up to her chest.
Wow! That's athletic! But you can't hold yourself up like that for long. Now
she is peeing! Look at that urine stream out. Now she is lowering herself down
and dropping her legs while continuing to pee. She must have had a real full
bladder. She hasn't screamed yet although she did let out a yelp there. Now
the second blow of the corded whip, right across the thighs. Patty does another
jump but not quite as high this time. And again a little yelp. Dr. Strikt goes
up to her again and strokes her breast and kisses her. Now the Dark Lady hits
her right across the tits. OOOHH! Wicked. Patty tries to back away but can't.
Now a fourth, right across the front of the hips and the mons. More piss! The
Dark Lady catches some of it in her cupped left hand and rubs it on Patty's
face. Kinky! Well it looks like she is going to go back to working Patty's
back. Yep. The fifth stoke is high on the ass. The sixth is right straight
across the globes of the buttocks. The seventh is the lower swell of the curve.
That one elicited a scream. And oh does the Dark Lady lay them on slow. I can
see droplets of blood starting to bead along the whip wheals forming on her ass
which is already red and purple, black and blue from an earlier beating. Now
it looks like the Dark Lady is sticking her index finger up Patty's ass. Yup
that's what it looks like. Now she is taking the same finger and sticking it up
Patty's nose. Real kinky. Number eight goes across the breasts from the
opposite side as the earlier one. Now Dr. Strikt is sucking Patty's nipples
while fingering her pussy. Patty is really horror struck. Numbers nine and ten
go across the front of her loins first from the one side and then the other with
the tails aimed right at Patty's slit. Now the Dark Lady is fingering Patty's
pussy again, really taking her time and making it slow.
I have to admit in my years in the sexually-oriented business world (as the
politically correct put it) I never saw anything like this, either as a dancer
or a hooker. I could make good money by putting this on the stage but I am
afraid I would be shut down in quick order by the TABC. I would have to forgo
serving liquor and run a "dry" cabaret like Dimitri does down in Galveston.
Well, it looks like having brought the redhead to the brink of orgasm, Dr.
Strikt will start beating her again, striking her back for numbers eleven
through fourteen. Now some more finger up the ass action. And Dr. Strikt
sticks it up Patty's other nostril. Now a real hot French kiss while stroking
the pussy. Fifteen is an impossible shot, snapping the very end of the whip
upwards into Patty's pussy. This elicits the biggest reaction from Patty to
date. She again hauls herself up by her arms and flails her legs wildly and
screaming up a blue streak. She is virtually trying to climb up the ropes.
While she is up in the air the Dark Lady lands two more with impressive power on
the pussy striking from below. Boy that lady knows some real whipping tricks.
Problem is, when you are on the receiving end you are too dazed by the pain to
appreciate the artistry. Patty has settled down and is just crying and
pleading. Number eighteen should be coming any time now. Ah but first a bit
more kissing and massaging of breasts. I can make a bet where the next two will
land. Yup, eighteen is across the chest with the knots hitting in and around
the nipple of the far breast. Nineteen is the mirror image blow with the knots
hitting the nipple of the other breast. Oh that must hurt. Patty must agree as
she gives one of her finer screams of the evening. Dr. Stikt stifles it by
putting her mouth over Patty's. And then kissing her ear. Now she bites one
nipple. Candy just lays her head back and howls. Now she bites the other
nipple. More howls. A little tiny bit of blood begins to drip off of each
nipple. Wow! I don't feel so bad. I guess I haven't gotten this complete a
treatment from Dr. Strikt!
Now is finish to the show. I heard Dr. Strikt say twenty four to Patty in the
beginning. Something like twelve, six and six. So five more to go. Around to
the back. Four lashes of the whip, alternating sides, buttocks and thighs. Boy
that lady likes to work slow. I think she adores the sight of blood dripping
down a woman's ass. Ahh! Time for another kissing and pussy fingering session.
Now she makes Patty lick the sticky fingers. Now breast kissing time. And a
couple of more nipple bites. Now more kissing and fingering. She must be
telling Patty to spread her legs with her knees bent. No easy trick when your
hanging by your wrists and supporting yourself on tipped toes. The Dark Lady
walks around to the back. I can hear "Wider, Patty". This girl now has her
feet totally off the ground supported only by her wrists. Here comes the blow,
from below, from behind, right with the knots on the pussy. Whoa Nelly! Patty
hauls her self up by her arms once again with her legs snapping shut and the
best howl of the night. I would pay good money to see this on the stage! I
feel like shouting bravo! As Patty lowers herself down, the Dark Lady goes back
around for a final kissing and fingering. What a show. I myself am getting
turned on and I normally swing only one way. About the only thing I haven't
seen yet is the giant dildo! The Dark Lady is one sick chick. I have done a
lot of things in my life that I was not proud of. I did them in order to
survive. She does bizarre things for enjoyment.
