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  Billy merely nodded and looked a bit shy. Neither she nor I mentioned the night before, but I could feel the sexual tension between us, and it was hot. She patted the cushion next to her on the bench and as I slid in, she moved right up next to me. The chill had been broken as her hand found my inner thigh. After a few minutes of small talk, orange juice and papaya, I found that she was sitting so close that our legs were touching and she was finding lots of opportunities to touch and rub up against me. My worst behavior bubbled right to the top and I began to flirt with her as I would a boy I wanted to make it with. I moved my leg to cross over her leg with my thigh resting right in her crotch. This behavior didn't go unnoticed by Jen and Chris, but at the same time I think I failed to notice how much they were engrossed with one another.

  "Hey, Lani, why are you so formal this morning?" Billy asked as she greedily shoved down the last of her papaya. I couldn't figure out how she could eat it without a spoon, just pushing her face into it like that.

  "What do you mean 'formal'?"

  "Well yesterday you didn't feel a requirement to dress for dinner, but now you are all dressed up for breakfast," she said with a little sparkle in her eye.

  I must have been a bit sleepy or just stupid, because I didn't get what she meant right away and just sort of looked at her with a dull spaced-out grin on my face.

  "Gee, you still asleep?" Jen barged in. "She wants you to go topless like yesterday."

  "O.K, I get it. I don't know why I put the top on anyway. At home I never do in the house anyway," I said as I reached behind me and pulled off my bra. "It's topless for me for the rest of the stay. I always dreamed of spending a few days this way."

  "That's more like it Lani. If I had your body I'd go naked too. From now on your dress code is a maximum of two things, but I prefer you wear a maximum of one to none," Billy said with a tone I'd heard from boys before.

  "You mean you run around your house topless too?" Jen inquired in a half shocked and half disgusted tone of voice. "Even when your Mom and Dad are around?"

  "Yeah, we are all very casual that way. It isn't dirty or anything."

  "How about your parents? What do they wear at home?" Jen pushed.

  "Well my Dad is decent if that's what you mean. He does wear a thong out by the pool and around the house sometimes. You guys never seen my Mom have you? Well she looks great and is often topless at home or sometimes even naked walking around the house. She's kind of funny that way. She might go naked one day, maybe topless for a week and then for week wear shorts and a tee-shirt all the time even when it's the hottest. When I ask her why she just changes the subject. Almost like she is hiding something. But she ain't got nothing to hide. I hope I look half as good as she does when I'm old."

  "Lani, why don't you go up stairs for a couple of minutes and make the beds." Billy said. "We got to finish our planning for the next couple of days. We were talking about it while you were still sleeping and it's just too much trouble to start at the beginning for you. Besides, you could still be considered the new girl. So be good and we'll call you in about five minutes and we can all hit the waves for the day."

  I felt really uneasy, and a bit mad, about the obvious exclusion but I went. As I bounded up the stairs three at a time I peeked over my shoulder to see them pull up around the table and go into secret discussions. What the hell, I thought, I am the new girl, and this is so sweet up here and everything is so perfect, nothing is going to get me down, nothing.

  The next two days were carbon copies of the first. Surf all morning, lay out on the beach all afternoon, work in another surf session before dinner, and back to the house. Dinner, two or even three more bottles of Billy's Dad's wine each night during an hour soak in the hot tub, and pretty soon it was getting late and we were all blasted.

  On the second night we rotated beds, and it was uneventful. Although Jen did purr Chris's name as she slept. I was beginning to get an idea of what had held these three so close all these years. I wondered how they felt I fit in, and if I was holding them back. I wondered myself. My family was very open minded about everything. But I had never even thought about having a sexual relationship with another woman. My Mom and Dad went at it pretty good sometimes so I knew all too well how much Mom enjoys sex with my Dad. I also knew she had some girl friends that she was really close to and that they sometimes went off together for a day or two - but no big thing. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. But I was sure I wasn't against it or afraid of finding out.

  On the third night, a wonderful dull and comfortable boredom fell over us. In the past three days we had discussed everybody and everything at school, fashion trends, the hottest movie stars, every aspect of bodyboarding, gotten in a fight over Princess Di and Charles, and even some politics and world news. With all that pretty much exhausted, and T.V. being a bust, we sort of hit a flat spot just sitting and staring at each other. Suddenly, almost like on cue or something, Chris shot a knowing look at Jen and then over to Billy. If it were baseball, I'd know that some play was being signaled.

  "Hey. Billy, you got any videos up here?"

  "You smart ass, Jen, you know damn well all we got up here are my Dad's secret porno videos stash he thinks he's hidden so cleverly in that box in the back of the closet."

  "Let's watch one," Chris said, in a tone that made it all too clear that she already knew the answer was going to be "yes."

  Funny thing to me was it all sounded like a poor school skit. They seemed to know what was up there, but couldn't decide what to watch. Billy, trying to act upset, but being betrayed by the wine, finally announced that she would go pick one and whatever it was we would have to watch it. I didn't understand the need for the elaborate act to justify stealing a look at a porno video, but the idea sounded fine to me. I did kind of hope that it wouldn't be the same old fuck-a-minute dumbass stuff I'd seen before.

  To my surprise it was not hardcore porno she returned with, but what I now know is a classic, The Story of O.

  " Have you seen this one, Lani?" Billy asked.

  "No. Have you guys?"

  "Yeah, we've seen them all. This one's pretty good. Not so gross as the others. You'll like it I think," was Jen's reassuring reply.

  As I watched my interest slowly grew from mild to moderate to rapt. If you have seen the film, you know what happens. When the guys whipped O in the castle place I was getting totally turned on, and subconsciously began to play with my nipples. I knew Jen saw me, but I couldn't help it. I was getting hot watching this beautiful woman getting whipped by her own will. By the time they get to the scene where the maid Nora whips "O" on her request, to show the guy who falls for her how much she is into S&M, I was totally captured. It was so cool to watch what was happening and how "O", while the victim, was using her strength to capture Sir Stephen. Since the others had seen the film before, it was obvious they knew what was about to happen. I got the clear impression that they were really only watching me watch the movie. I must have been a pretty good show myself. In that scene where the guy comes to the top of the stairs and looks in to see O tied spread between the two poles, and covered in sweat and some well placed welts on her tits and belly, and the way she proudly and defiantly throws her hair back by flicking her head and then merely stares at the guy just blew my mind. My hand was automatically in my g-string with my naughty little finger hungrily searching in my wet pussy for my little pleasure nub. I couldn't believe the way this was turning me on and how totally awesome I thought she was, and how I suddenly and inexplicably wanted to be her. It was like a magic message to the core of my being. A ringing bell, a flash of erotic electricity, a flashing message on my personal score board, "YES."

  Was I being set up? Well, if so, I was ready to play along. I was totally fascinated by the whole concept, and the fantasy just started to click in my brain. I'd heard a little about S&M play, and even heard my Mom and Dad talk about it a
little bit. Did my friends have something in mind? Was this what they had been talking about in private for the last three days? But how to start? I didn't want to take the initiative. What if what I was imagining in my far too fertile and wine soaked brain was just that, my imagination? God, how stupid would I look? It would be a screw up from which I could never recover. What to do? My sopping wet g-string told me. I could not let this chance go by. I was so turned on by seeing female flesh whipped and tortured, I knew that something in me had clicked, and I had to find out why.

  Chapter Five

  No sooner had I asked myself that as the movie ended, than Billy provided the answer. After a few questions to see what I thought of the movie; all of which I responded to favorably, Billy came directly to the point with rapid fire questions. Jen and Chris just sat there quietly watching, their eyes wide and glued on me, as she began.

  "Have you ever wondered about doing something like that? Don't you find that terribly sexy? I could see you were getting turned on. How would you like to join our club officially? You would have to be initiated you know? Are you willing to do whatever we say, I mean absolute and total obedience for the rest of the time we are here to join us?"

  I didn't have a chance to answer a single question before the next one shot out. It was clear she had thought this out, maybe even rehearsed it. From the look on the others' faces, they were all in it together, and watching with great anticipation. Billy went on without pause.

  "By now you know I really like you. I selected you for this you know. Just wanted to wait a couple of days to see what you were really like and if you had it in you to be one of us.

  You're hot, Lani, really hot, you were so hot in bed," she continued, again without taking a breath between sentences, but fixing me with an eye-to-eye lock of great intensity, "but can you handle several days of being our slave, of doing whatever we tell you whenever we tell you? That's what it will take. You understand that it is more than pranks? And it is not just fucking. You will be tortured and punished and humiliated like "O" in the movie. You will be whipped for real and it will hurt, it will hurt a hell of a lot. You will be humiliated before us and others. Can you take it?" Billy went on, on a roll, hardly stopping to breathe, let alone let me give any kind of answer or ask a question. My head was swimming, but the water felt fine. What fun. I had hardly had time to even form a fantasy since the movie had ended, and now it was being fulfilled.

  Billy continued with a staccato attack of words and heady ideas and challenges. "Well, what do you say? You with us or not? If the answer is 'no', you will have to leave tomorrow and we can't see each other again. That is why we waited. I know it is a big risk. You can't tell anybody what has happened. And, if you join us, and I pray you do, our secrets must remain with us and only us. Do you understand? Well, what's it going to be?"

  "Wait, wait, wait. Jesus, Billy, wait!" I yelled out. "You are going way too fast." I was dazed and a bit confused. Emotions were pouring out and overflowing. I wanted to be a part of them - that was clear. I wanted Billy to like me - that was even clearer. And sharpest of all, I wanted to pull power from her to me like "O" had done in the movie, and I wanted to experience what "O" had. Suddenly I knew that was the answer I was looking for. Could I pull it off? Did she know that? How could she? This was all such a rush.

  I took a deep breath and slowly started to reply although I could see the impatience and even anxiety in all of their faces. "Please Billy, tell me more about how I will be initiated," were the words that finally squeaked out. "I just want to know what I'm getting into here. I really do want to join you, honest, more than anything, it's just... I loved the movie, but I've never done anything like that... it looks hot, but it also looks awful... I'm really scared to do it... and scared to lose you Billy... and you too Jen, Chris."

  Sitting there as I had the last three nights topless with just a g-string on, neon lime green this time, I could feel myself blush. It was noticeable even through my tan that was becoming a nice deep red brown after the four days straight in the sun. My chest began to heave up and down, and to my dismay, my nipples were rock hard and jutting up and out. Chris came to my side and grabbed my hand. She brushed back my hair, and stroked my arm and shoulder.

  "It's O.K. Lani, it's O.K. We initiated each other over four years ago, and we were far less developed then. We each did each other's since we all joined as partners. It's O.K. to be scared."

  Billy got up and walked directly to where I was seated on the couch. She bent over and pushed me gently back and kissed me hard and full on the mouth. She held me there a long time, and as she did she pinched my left nipple. I could feel her body shaking a bit as she did.

  "My, you're hot and hard my little baby, I'll bet you're wet too." With that she ran her hand slowly down my stomach and under the tight little waistband of the g-string that barely covered the object of her inspection. As her finger probed sweetly into my pussy, I just lost it. My hips rose to meet her and my muscles grabbed her finger.

  "God, baby, you are really wet, probably got that way half way through the movie. I saw your little finger get busy when "O" was getting whipped. Is that what you want? Do you want to know what will happen? Do you want that to happen? Is that it?"

  She drew her hand out and licked her finger moving to the floor in front of me, looking directly into my eyes. Our eyes, and souls, locked. Hell, she had me and she knew it. I knew it too. I was ready to join regardless of the rites of passage. But she took pity on me and decided to explain what was to be expected.

  "Listen, Christie, Jen and I have been thinking this over. As you probably have guessed, that's what we've been talking about all the time. We want you to join us. As I am sure you can tell, we are all hot on each other, but now Jen and Christie are lovers. I need someone, I want you - we all do. Don't get me wrong, we like boys too, but we sure do have fine times together. We don't know if we are lesbians or bi- or what, and don't really give a fuck. We just like doing it, and making each other feel good. We think you'll fit in wonderfully. But, before you do, you need to join our little club officially. Since we play at S&M that is the basis for our initiation. The way you responded to the movie tells us you are interested. We merely have to train you. You are perfect for our needs, Lani. You're hot, strong and an awful exhibitionist. We want to see how far you will go.

  "Since we all came up here to bodyboard and bake, we will let you do that while the initiation takes place. In other words, you will be allowed your freedom to bodyboard, when there are waves, but that's all. On days when it's flat, you will be enslaved all day. If you want to join us, your initiation will begin tomorrow night before dinner and continue until we leave next Sunday night. Your initiation will start with a ceremonial whipping by the three of us. Each of us will give you ten lashes to start you off."

  Thirty sounded pretty harsh. But I was excited by the prospect, I must admit. Little did I know what thirty lashes would be like.

  "Ten is the number we gave each other when we started," Billy continued to explain as I refocused on her words rather than the mental picture I had of thirty lashes.

  "And at night you will be punished for the mistakes you made during the days. The rest of the time you will do exactly as we tell you. We will try to humiliate you, hurt you, scare you, torture you, and tease you." Billy paused for a moment for dramatic effect and to judge my reaction. "If you make it all the way, then you are an equal member in our club. When you get in you can give each of us ten lashes to allow us all to be initiated equally. That's it. What do you say? Yes or No?"

  Jen added on shyly, "But, if you decide to join and then you want to stop, you can. But then it is over and you have to leave immediately. You will be banished."

  To this day I have no idea what came over me. I don't remember thinking about it at all. It was like some force took hold of me. It was like something that was inside me waiting to get out just rose to the s
urface and burst out.

  In a strong clear voice I said, "Yes, Oh, Yes. Can we start now? Whip me Billy, whip me Jen, whip me Chris. I want it, I want it all, I want it now."

  I threw myself at Billy and rolled on top of her, smothering her with kisses. I was terrified and thrilled at the same time. It was like a dream. I couldn't decide if I wanted to wake up and end it or go on forever and find out what would happen next. Every part of me told me that getting whipped by these three would be terrible, yet I wanted it as bad as I had ever wanted anything before. On the intellectual level it was certain to be terrible. My parents never even spanked me once that I could remember. What was going on here? What was happening to me?

  A minute later it was agreed. I would start now if that was what I wanted. It was. I was really afraid that if I didn't go now and waited until tomorrow, I might lose my nerve and chicken out.

  I was so turned on by the fear and excitement that I was breathing heavily and getting flustered. Chris was the first to notice and grabbed me hard by the hair and pulled me down on the floor. "If you are going to be our slave, let us take you right here and right now. Get on your hands and knees facing the window. Yeah that's it. Now raise that hard little brown ass of your up in the air as high as you can," she commanded, and I did as I was told without hesitation. Chris then grabbed the g-string at the Y in my ass, and ripped it away harshly, the front of the bit of cloth running harshly over my wet clit as she did. I gasped in delight giving myself away.

  "Oh you like it rough do you?" Jen chided.

  "I guess I do. If I am going to be your slave I will have to endure. To submit to you fully," I said without hesitation or any hint of shame.