Karen and the Torture Club

Chapter 11

When the letter came from Ross, it came as something of a surprise since so much had happened since the August meeting. It was an important letter, this is what it said:

Mr & Mrs R. Ogden

24 Bourbon Street

Carseldine

Brisbane 4030

19 September 1993

Dear Karen and Richard,

Did you know that it has been six months since we had our first meeting. We have had a great time and many thanks to the brave ladies who have made each meeting so enjoyable. So far nobody has missed a meeting and that is very important for the club to be viable.

Our committee has met early in each month to plan each meeting and I am sure that we all appreciate the efforts that they have made to ensure an interesting programme.

Now it is time to elect the committee for the next six months. I think the current arrangements of three male and three female members has worked well. Any current committee member may resign if he or she wishes. We will have a ballot at the next meeting. If anyone is unable to act as a committee member please let me know. It is important however that we have a high participation rate of club members on the committee.

The next meeting will be on Friday 29 September at Scott and Marion's house. I have enclosed a map showing how to get to their house with this letter.

The meeting will start at 6:30 PM for dinner at 7:00. Dress will be casual. There is accommodation for anyone who wishes to stay the night. Please bring sleeping bags and mattresses if you wish to do this.

Best wishes

Ann and Ross

It was a long drive to Scott and Marion's house (or farm actually) since they lived at Gatton a small town more than an hours drive west of Brisbane. Their offer to stay the night was very welcome.

Karen loved their house it reminded her of her childhood home. It was a very large rambling building with a spacious entertainment area under the house. There was a large open fireplace at each end of the room. Scott is an orthodontist with a practice based in the nearby city of Ipswich. They have a small unit in the city where they live during the week commuting from Esk to Ipswich on Sunday afternoon and returning to Esk on Friday afternoon. They loved their farm and planned to expand their small cattle herd after Scott retired from his practice in a few years time.

Scott and Marion had gone to a lot of trouble to set up a delightful barbecue dinner with beautiful beef from the nearby Kilcoy abattoir. Like most people living in that area they were fiercely proud of their lifestyle and did all they could to show it off to their city friends.

The members had become good friends over the last six month. There was a great deal of happy discussion. Some of the couples shared vehicles and drove out together and the groups greeted each other fondly. Leonie drew a lot of good humoured ribbing as a result of her dismal performance in the trivial pursuit game on the boat. Most of the ladies assisted Marion with the preparation of the dinner and the men mingled around the barbecue talking and laughing with Scott.

The gathering was very relaxed and informal. Ingrid was fussed over and everyone wanted to know how long the burning of the toothpaste continued after she went home. Suzanne laughed and said that she did not need to be told. "Daryl was so turned on by Ingrid that he filled me up with it the next night. It burned for hours." Ingrid nodded in agreement. Wendy whispered to Karen "I hope David does that to me soon - it must be so exciting"

Soon after all had arrived and with the sounds and smell of the steaks sizzling on the barbecue, Alex walked to the centre of the room.

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of Alex tapping on a glass. "Oh Oh - here we go" said Karen as Alex moved into the center of the room.

Alex welcomed the group and announced that he was to conduct the selection of the new committee. The discussion did not take very long. It resulted in each committee member saying whether they were prepared to continue for another six months or not. All except Alex and Jenny were prepared to continue so two new members were elected. Ross simply asked John it he would be prepared to nominate and later he asked Karen. He then asked if anyone else wished to be nominated not surprisingly everyone shook their head. Alex declared Karen and John duly elected.

Thus the new committee was made up as follows:

Ross & Ann

Terry

Suzanne

Karen

John

Karen was pleased with the thought of becoming a committee member but was surprised at Ross specifically nominating her.

A quick discussion ensued and the committee members agreed to meet at Ross' office the next Tuesday.

With the formalities over it was time for the games to begin.

Alex continued as Master of Ceremonies. He announced that the lady selected tonight would experience a different type of pain. He looked at Karen as he said sometimes a different type of pain can be more stimulating than something that you have become accustomed to. "Tonight", he said, we have some intriguing little toys and our lady tonight will wear them for two whole hours. That's why we are getting under way early in the night."

He lifted a cloth away from a little table placed in the centre of the room with a flourish like a magician. Holding each item up he enthusiastically described the purpose of each. There was a little bar about one foot long with wrist cuffs at each end and too straps along its length. It's purpose was to hold the lady's arms folded and strapped behind her back. Next were two nipple clamps, most nipple clamps have two little pads to clamp either side of the nipple, but these were more nasty. These had two sharp little points. To make matters worse each of these clamps had a heavy little weight attached to it by a short chain.

Labia clamps came next, they were constructed so that they would clamp harder if they were pulled. And of course pulled they were to be. A short chain joined them together and a heavy brass weight the shape and size of a pear was attached to the centermost link of the chain.

The final piece of kit was a terrifyingly large butt plug. It was about 80 Cm long and about 30 cm in diameter at its widest point tapering to 25 Cm in diameter just before it met the flare of the wide base designed to prevent it from sliding inside the anus. Thus it would hold the sphincter open and with the base rubbing between its wearer's (or victim's) bottom cheeks with any movement of her body.

"Now, who will be the lucky lady", he said.

Karen found herself clinging to Richard as she imagined the discomfort each little toy would cause. Her greatest fear was of the butt plug. She was by now becoming used to having her body subjected to all sorts of intrusions but hitherto her anus had been spared. Now it was in danger of being invaded and stretched wider than she imagined possible.

Jenny performed her last duty as a committee member by bringing out the jar of balls and offered it to John in recognition of his recent election to make a selection. The handsome young man reached in and with a fond look into the wide eyes of Julie his wife anxiously holding his arm, he closed his eyes and reached into the wide mouthed jar. He looked at the ball he extracted and looked at his wife who gasped as she looked into his eyes thinking that he meant the ball was hers. Simultaneously every other lady relaxed thinking that she was free. Then he said "Maria." Maria shrieked and Julie slapped at her husband for the trick that he had played on her.

"Oh but she has already done a show" exclaimed Wendy with what sounded like disappointment in her voice. Karen smiled at her sister and said "That's the luck of the draw I guess" It was obvious that Wendy was really getting into this.

Maria had already begun to walk around the room seductively removing clothes as she went. Her husband Terry was left holding her coat. Soon she was naked except for the heavy gold chain she wore around her neck and the matching ones adorning her wrists. All eyes were fixed on her abundant curves as she walked to Alex waiting in the centre of the room. Maria's breasts were huge and they swayed as if they had lives of their own as she moved.

She turned her back to Alex and placed her arms behind her back cupping each elbow in the palm of the opposite hand. She smiled impishly as this action thrust her breasts proudly forward. Alex strapped the cuffs and bar behind her securing her arms in that seductive position. He then placed a nipple clamp and weight in each hand and ushered her to walk over to Ann on the other side of the room. She winced and smiled nervously to her assembled friends as she felt the heavy weights in her hands. With her hands folded behind her she walked with a swaying gait across the room making the beautiful breasts sway even more. Her nipples had become stiff and swollen as she was obviously imagining the feel of the clamps and weights soon to be their fate.

Ann smiled knowingly at her as she took the implements from her hands. Putting her arms around her neck Ann kissed her friend and whispered "Are you ready?" Maria nodded. Ann cupped the right breast and lifted it. Looking deep in Maria's dark eyes she squeezed open the clamp causing the sharp claws to open like those of a small crab. She positioned the jaws over the warm swollen nipple, paused, for a few minutes savouring the tremors passing through the woman before her then quickly released the clamp watching the bud distort as the sharp points almost touched where they were pushed together. Maria screamed and fought the bonds holding her arms. Ann soothed her with a kiss and, while looking into her eyes, gently released the weight. Maria panted as she dealt with the pain surging through her. Ann released the naked woman and allowed her to walk away. She walked to Terry who gently lifted the weight then lowered it again watching the breast distort as the weight pulled it down. Then he kissed his wife on the lips.

Ann handed the second clamp to Wendy. Wendy took the item with shaking hands and bounced the weight and clamp in her hand assessing its weight. Wendy had never hurt anyone but now she was to place this item of torture on her friend. She could feel the blood roaring in her ears and her own nipples hardened and she felt a convulsing wetness in her vagina as the vision of what she was to do flashed in her brain. She beckoned to Maria to come to her.

Maria stood proudly before her, breasts held boldly forward the right, cruelly distorted with the weight. She looked at Wendy, daring her friend to inflict this thing on her. Wendy reached out and took the large left breast in her tiny hand. She squeezed open the clamp and held the open jaws in front of Maria's face. Maria held her expression but her eyes followed the clamp as Wendy moved it back and forth. She looked intently into Wendy's face as she moved her hand away from the face and carefully positioned it over the waiting nipple. Releasing it slowly she heard Maria make mewing sounds as the jaws bit into the tiny bud. She looked into Maria's eyes and saw pain and desire in the dark pools. She released the clamp fully and withdrew her hand quickly allowing the weight to fall the full length of the chain and tug viscously on the nipple. Maria hissed between her teeth as the pain shot through her breast.

She kissed Maria and holding her shoulders, turned her around to show her breasts to the group. Maria walked slowly placing her feet very carefully so as not to shake the weights any more than necessary as she moved to the centre of the room.

After everyone had had ample opportunity to look at Maria and she had received many kisses and caresses, Ann with the assistance of Janelle had placed two wooden chairs in the centre of the room the seats of which were facing each other and separated by about one half metre. Janelle escorted Maria to the chairs and assisted her to stand on them with one foot on each. Maria showed obvious discomfort in doing this and her nipple weights swung violently as she bent her body to climb onto the chairs. Soon, however, she was standing tall, feet widely spread waiting for the next instrument of pain to be attached to her body. Maria was obviously aroused. A tell tale pink blush suffused her upper breasts and neck, but an even greater give away was the gossamer thread of her juice bridging her opened labia from one to the other.

Janelle impishly ran her finger along the open slot and displayed its wetness to the group. Maria smiled. She was a beautiful woman. The fashion magazines with the current obsession with gaunt models would not think so but to a man who likes a woman to look like a woman she was awesome. Of greatest interest at the moment were her labia. Everyone was wondering what Ann and Janelle would do with the clamps. Not the least of whom were the two girls themselves. Whether there was some agreement that tonight was to be a night when the ladies were to be the tormentors or whether Ann just took the initiave, Karen and Richard never knew, but it was an excellent outcome.

Maria had a delightful labia. The outer lips were full and pouted with the shape quite clear under the trimmed pubic hair. The inner lips were abundant and protruded in a deep pink from between the spread outer lips. Ann handed the apparatus to Janelle and in a few whispered words suggested that she clamp the inner lips. She did.

Maria flinched as the first clamp bit into her sensitive flesh and groaned with the application of the second. Ann held the pear shaped weight while Janelle applied the clamps. She waited for her friend to settle down as she came to grips then while holding the weight against the lips she looked questioningly into Maria's face. Maria visibly stiffened bracing her will for the pain to come. Almost imperceptibly, she nodded.

Ann let go of the weight. She was afraid that the weight would rip the clamps away from the soft flesh, but they didn't. Maria howled, took a deep breath, and howled again. Every cell in her body willed her hands to go to her cunt and take away that thing that was causing it such agony, but the straps and tiny bar held them immobile behind her back. Moreover, with a foot on each chair, she was unable to squeeze her legs together. She just had to take it. The writhing dance she performed was a delightful mix of eroticism and agony. It took a woman to know what hurts a woman and Ann had had lots of experience.

The fact that she had to balance on the two chairs kept her movement under some control but the look on her face showed the pain she was suffering. Eventually she took control of herself and straightened her legs and again stood proudly. Ann offered her hand an smiled. Maria smiled back and taking the hand slowly and painfully stepped down from the chairs. The movement of course caused the weight to swing in all directions pulling the lips with them. Maria grimaced with each movement and Janelle and Ann stroked her body and kissed her while she moved as slowly as she could to minimise the inanimate but very lively little torturers attached so painfully to her sensitive flesh.

Her chest was heaving with the gasps she took after her feet were eventually placed firmly on the floor. Again she fought the pain and stood proudly. Karen, as no doubt were most present, was surprised at the extent the labia became stretched under the effects of the weight. Her own vagina throbbed and became wet at the thought that but for chance, it could be her sensitive lips stretching some two inches below her body cruelly pulled by the relentless weights. Maria looked around the room spreading her legs slightly to avoid the weight pressing on the inside of her knees. After a brief pause she began to walk across the room to Terry who embraced her fondly, too fondly in fact, as she gasped as the nipple clamps were forced into the sensitive flesh as she pushed against his coat.

Later to gentle applause she began to walk around the room, the weight acting as a clapper between her legs. She soon learned that whilst the swinging back and forward was uncomfortable, to say the least, it was when the weight bounced off her knee and was caused to rapidly change direction that she really got a jolt of pain. Hence she soon began to walk with legs apart like a saddle sore cowboy. Her arousal was evident to all and she was proud of the show that she was presenting and enjoyed the pain diffusing through her body.

She spent about ten minutes talking to groups around the room and enjoying hugs and kisses where ever she walked.

Ann beckoned her over to her side of the room, Maria was under no illusion as to what was waiting for her. She looked at the table now with just one item resting on it. The butt plug. It was a scary thing. Karen, and most of the women present, were glad that it was not to be her dainty anus that would be stretched around the fearsome item. Maria walked to the table and said to Ann "What do you want me to do?" Janelle produced one of the chairs Maria had stood on previously and motioned to the flushed and anxious woman standing before her that she must lie across the seat. Carefully Maria took up position trying unsuccessfully to prevent the many pieces of apparatus attached to her body from swinging too violently. She eventually assumed position with her belly resting on the seat, her large breasts with their teasing weights hanging down on one side, and her feet widely spread to accommodate the hardware hanging between them on the other side. The brown bud of her anus was prominently displayed between her open cheeks.

Janelle took two straps and bound one knee to the front leg of the chair and then bound the other knee to the rear leg. Thus was she displayed. Her legs now even more widely spread, and her breasts fully displayed since her arms were still folded behind her back. Her two self appointed torturers allowed her to relax for a few minutes. She had been panting from the exertion of positioning herself and the resultant pain she had suffered in getting into such a position with her hands behind her back.

When she had relaxed such that she looked at Ann to see what was about to happen next, Ann took this as a cue to begin the next phase of the torture of her friend.

She took the but plug and smeared KY Cream on it. She held the item in front of Maria's face as she did so. Maria's wide eyes followed every move. "Please be careful, she whispered, "Nobody's ever used me there before." Ann nodded. Janelle stroked Maria's face and hair as Ann kneeled behind Maria.

Her eyes widened as she felt the large knob push against her virgin sphincter, Then she was heard to draw breath sharply through her teeth as the tiny bud was forced open and to accept the tip of the intruder. A series of grunts followed keeping time to Ann's wrist motions as she twisted the instrument from side progressively forcing it deeper into her friends warm depths.

Whether it was cruelty or caution that caused Ann to inch the tool up so slowly only she would know, but proceed slowly she did. Maria threw her head back and squealed as she felt the fullness within her give the first throb of real pain. Her little hole found itself stretching like a wide open mouth around the intruder. Ann manipulated the squeals almost, it seemed as if she was playing Maria like a musical instrument. Her cries and screams keeping time with the twisting, pushing and rocking of the oversize but plug within the distended anus.

As the widest part of the tool came up to her Maria howled and begged Ann to stop, but she didn't, Instead she relentlessly continued to force it in. Maria wriggled as far forward as her bonds would permit in a futile attempt to escape the remorseless advance of the plug. Eventually with one last push and a scream from its unwilling recipient the wide section slipped passed the stretched ring and her involuntary muscular action quickly caused it to slide down the short taper pulling it inside until the flair at the base was pulled up into her crease. Maria sighed loudly and panted while she tried to accommodate the large intruder in her bottom.

She was permitted to rest for a few minutes with Janelle again gently stroking her face and hair Maria making little mewing noises as she came to accept her violation. Soon her straps were undone and she was assisted to her feet. She gasped as her internal organs settled about their new guest and put pressure against her dilated anus.

She began to again walk around the room, obviously revelling in the mass of sensation thrilling through her body from all of her sensitive sexual places. The pink blush soon returned to her body as she enjoyed caresses from the guests. Many enjoying seeing her wince as one of her weights was lifted an allowed to fall. With her hands still secured behind her back she needed to be fed. Again this was a situation that she clearly enjoyed and laughed as wine, on more than one occasion, trickled passed her chin and onto her stretched breasts.

So it was that the evening progressed. Everyone remained dressed in their normal clothes making Maria more the focus of attention as she moved about the group with her bizarre accessories pulling and stretching her intimately. Now that she had got over the initial shock of their placement on and in her body, she was obviously enjoying the thrill of the shear depravity and sensuality of her condition.

It was during this time that Ross made his way over to Karen and, apologising to Richard, asked if he could have a quiet talk to her. Richard amused himself watching Maria while Ross handed Karen an envelope which had already been opened. There was a short letter inside written on pretty mauve paper with little cupids in the top right corner, this is what it said:

Mr Ross Harris

64 Gordon Close

Chapel Hill

Dear Ross and the Committee,

I want to resign from the Committee not because it hasn't been fun or any other reason but I would like the club to do something for (to) me and I don't want to be on the committee when (or if) you start planning it.

Put simply, I want to be branded with Peter's initials.

I don't want to know how when or where you will do it, but I know it must hurt and I want the brand to last so that it will be a permanent testimony of my love for him.

Peter has agreed but says that I must write this letter myself to indicate that it is my decision made freely.

All that I ask is that you brand me in a place that I can cover up when I don't want to show it but I can show it at other times without being lewd.

We want to share this special moment with the club and seek your assistance to have it done properly. If you don't choose to do it, Peter has agreed to brand me anyway.

Thanks guys (I think)

Jenny.

"Wow!" exclaimed Karen, after she had read it. "Yes" said Ross "I was eager to have you on the committee this time so that you can help us decide what we should do about this."

They talked some more and each felt that the club should assist Jenny and that they should discuss it in detail next Tuesday at the committee meeting. Karen agreed to investigate the situation and report to the meeting what she felt should be done.

She was surprised that such a sensitive job should be given to her especially since she had not yet been to a committee meeting, but Ross had said that since he and Ann had a high profile in the club, they wanted this decision to be made by a regular member and not the club's founders. He also told her that the committee was deliberately run such that the women called the shots in deciding what was to be done at the meetings. The men on the committee lent support and structure and assisted in the detailed planning, but since the ladies were the ones who suffered the outcome of the decisions they should have the major say in what went on. "Not that committee meetings ever came to a vote and decisions, so far, had always been made by a consensus", he pointed out.

On that note they ceased their discussion on the matter and returned to the present show, which had taken an interesting turn. Maria had become very aroused by her condition and was now sitting on husband Terry's lap wriggling and squealing as he rubbed her now prominent clit and brought her to a noisy orgasm. She then after wriggling her breasts to make the dangling weights hang more comfortably, rested her head on his shoulder and enjoyed a hug.

Some time later she accepted an invitation to sit on Gary's lap who enjoyed feeding the naked lady and then, following Terry's lead stimulated the keyed up lady again, with the same result. Karen was amused by her brother's actions. She would never have even contemplated the possibility even as recently as twelve months ago that she would ever be in a situation where she was watching a naked lady clamped, weighted and penetrated sitting on his knee, being masturbated to climax, while his wife and the lady's husband looked on.

Karen looked at her sister in law, who smiled back. Obviously Wendy was not at all put out by her husband's action. It was great, Karen thought, how this sharing of each others most intimate erotic desires strengthened relationships. Certainly, her closeness with Richard had been greatly enhanced by the involvement with the club.

Quite apart from her awesome night with the ants, she recollected her demonstration by the pool for Wendy as well as the three parts of the contest with Catherine. Now, far from wanting to use the club as a way of minimising the number of times her body was made to suffer the devious agonies of these games, she would have willingly submitted on each occasion.

Richard, she thought to herself, had shown quite unexpected skills in carpentry. He had used his workshop to make a variety of "toys." These were instruments of restraint and had come to include a flogging bench, a cross and other devices that he was working on. She knew that he was planning to build her a rack. Thus she could savoir the delights of being stretched. Catherine had told her about it and she had asked Richard to include it in their mutual game. It was a game that they enjoyed together. Karen was experiencing two feelings. One was the self confidence that came from knowing that she was in touch with herself. She did not know from what primeval source this desire found itself buried inside her psyche. Now she could address this desire and satisfy it.

She still feared the pain, she always would, but the fear was a delicious tease which she could control and use to intensify the experience. The other feeling which was vastly greater than the other was the incredible erotic thrill that was created within her. Being a spectator, as she was now, was delightful, principally because of the knowledge that, but for chance, it could be her body stretched and suffering tonight instead of Maria. It was participation that was the greatest high of all, and her vagina throbbed as she imagined the feelings Maria would be experiencing right now. She knew that had she simply been watching a performance that could not have involved her, it would not have been nearly as exciting.

So it was that the evening continued. Scott and Marion had gone to a great deal of trouble to make the occasion a success. The barbecue was delightful with Scott leaving nobody in any doubt as to his ability to cook on a barbecue and his selection of the local beef. Marion had prepared everything in advance (probably in case she had been chosen to do a show) and the salad and other elements of the dinner were delightful.

Maria continued to circulate the room being fed and caressed wherever she went. She had adjusted to her accoutrements she was heard to remark that her nipples and labia had become numb from the compression and her bottom had stretched and now she found the fullness there very enjoyable and sexy.

All too soon, it seemed, Maria's two hours were up. She was made to parade around the room offering herself to anyone she wished to remove an instrument from her body. She obviously had little idea what was in store for her as she walked up to Terry to give him the honour of removing the first item. Her husband choose to remove the clamp from her left nipple. She smiled as he took the clamp between his fingers and squeezed the claws open and removed the item. The smile endured for about half a second thereafter until the blood flowed back into the teat. Then the pain hit. She jumped away from Terry and squealed with a look of agony and surprise on her face. Eventually she settled down sufficient to gasp "My God! - that was much worse than putting it on."

After a short time, realising the inevitability of the situation, she drew herself up proudly and walked to Janelle. Janelle went to take the second clamp in her fingers however Maria's courage deserted her and she shrank away. Helplessly she looked about the room and said "Somebody better hold me!." David stepped behind the trembling woman and put one muscular arm around her waist and the other around her shoulders and pulled her body into his. She could not move held in such a way by this powerful man. With her arms folded behind her, her breasts were thus thrust forward. "Are you ready now?" he whispered in her ear and she nodded. David then nodded to his wife who again tried to remove the clamp. Of course she had no difficulty this time as she looked into the frightened and tearful eyes of her friend. As soon as the clamp had been removed, David released Maria who again clutched the throbbing nipple and writhed oblivious to the watching group. She was alone with her pain and fought her own private battle as it surged through her. This time however, she did not scream since she was ready for it. She panted and made small mewing sounds.

She asked to be allowed to rest and have a glass of wine before "You take these horrible little clamps off my pussy lips" as she put it.

She was helped to sit down and David tilted the glass to her lips. She sipped slowly enjoying the Chardonnay and feeling the throb in each nipple gradually diminishing both in feeling and frequency as her heartbeat returned to normal.

Karen, like all present, watched the spectacle eagerly devouring every second knowing that she would remember this for many years to come, possibly the rest of her life. Her own nipples were erect and sensitive she rubbed them furtively, wondering whether, one day, they would wear the little clamps

Eventually, after about fifteen minutes rest and chatting to David and Janelle, she said "I'm ready."

Ross suggested that she could choose whether she wanted both labia clamps removed at once, or if she wanted it done one at a time. Maria pondered the question obviously wondering whether she could stand too lots of pain at the same time. Soon she whispered "together please Ross." Asking the trembling lady to stand with her legs apart, Ross motioned David to hold her as he had done before. He crouched on the floor and put one arm around her knee. He reached up with his other hand and held the clamp. He asked Gary to do the same with the other leg and clamp. "OK, Gary" he said " On the count of three: One, Two, Three." "Aaagh!" screamed Maria, as the were removed and then screamed again a second or so later as the blood engulfed the tiny lip and every tortured blood starved nerve in the sensitive little organ relayed its song of pain to her brain. She stamped her feet and ran on the spot squealing. She desperately wanted to rub the little lips but with her hands held behind her back, the throbbing pain just seemed to go on and on.

Terry took her in his arms and stifled a squeal with a kiss. He held her and comforted her lovingly as she gradually regained her composure.

Eventually she was calm. Now there was but one job to be done, and that was to remove the large butt plug from her bottom.

Marion went to another room and returned with a padded footstool. Maria was made to lie over it. It was a fairly low stool, so with her breasts protruding over the front end of the cushion and her knees resting on the floor, her bum was the highest point of her body. The point was not lost on Karen that Marion knew exactly what item of her furniture would have the desired result.

Ann took charge of the situation and knelt beside the anxious woman. Again she drafted Janelle as her assistant. "OK," she said to Maria "This is like giving birth" "The voice of experience" thought Karen.

Janelle took hold of the base and began to pull gently. Maria grunted. "Push hard!" Ann said as Maria screwed up her face and did as she was asked. Janelle rocked and gently twisted the plug as she pulled on it. The combination of Janelle's efforts and Maria's internal muscles caused the plug to move. However as the sphincter again had to accommodate the widest section, Maria screamed, and relaxed. Immediately the plug rode back up inside her. Janelle was panting as much as Maria. She said, "I can't do this, it needs a strong man."

Once again David was drafted to assist.

Ann stroked Maria's hair and asked her if she was ready to try again. She nodded. David twisted, rocked and pulled on the plug more vigorously than Janelle had done and Maria let out a cry which sounded like a bark. "Well push" said Ann "and it will all be over." Maria with the same screwed up face did as she was asked. Again however, when she felt the pain of her ring being stretched about the wide part, she relaxed. "Oh, Oh, Oh" she repeated quickly with a look of pain and fear on her face. David did not let the plug slip back. He fought the pressure of her sphincter and kept the ring stretched open at the point. Maria gained no relief as a result and whined "I can't do this - please let it go." "It won't go unless you push" Ann said. She did. David could feel the result and pulled more firmly. With a loud shriek from its owner, the ring stretched over the widest part of the plug and then rapidly exuded the tapering section until just the tip held her open. David removed the plug and put it in a plastic bag provided by Janelle. Maria was gasping for breath as the perspiration trickled down her face and the small of he back. "Eventually she smiled and said "If that's what giving birth is like, forget it" Ann smiled back and said "Oh it's not like that - It's much worse" Marion nodded in agreement.

Maria was assisted to stand when she was ready and her hands were freed. She winced with pain as she brought them back to the front of her body. The muscles and joints held in such an unnatural position for what had been almost two and three quarter hours were letting their owner know in no uncertain terms of the strain they had suffered.

She soon became the object of much affection with numerous kisses and hugs from her many friends. Terry was never far from her side. She turned to him and said, "lets get away, I feel empty inside, now that that thing has gone. I want you to be filled again - by you."

Marion escorted them to a guest room.

Not long after the party began to break up. Some thanked Scott and Marion and drove off, while the majority got their bedding out of their car and found suitable spots in the large house to bed down with blow up mattresses and sleeping bags. Most like Richard and Karen had double sleeping bags and the still night air was punctuated for some many hours with the muffled movements and stifled shrieks of lovemaking.