Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club 2
CHAPTER 3
Angela never even felt the pain, although it should have been exquisite. Her
shriek died in her throat as every muscle in her body contracted violently. Her orgasm
swept through her, coming in wave after wave of pleasure so intense it was almost a
form of torture itself. She didn't know if she was experiencing one long orgasm or a
series of rapid-fire cums, but she knew she was in ecstasy.
"Yes!" She shrieked. "Yes . . . YES . . . YEEESSSSS! I'M CUUUMMINNGGG!"
Angela was totally out of control. Her body jerked spasmodically as she hung
from the rings. Strands of long blond hair lashed her arms as her head whipped from
side to side, her mouth hung slack, and her eyes were rolled to the back of her head.
Just as Angela's wild movements and ravings were beginning to calm down,
Kim tossed the whip aside and knelt before the twitching girl. She reached between
Angela's legs and cupped the blond's abused ass bringing a moan from the girl as the
pain caused another small cum to flash through her. When Kim pulled her forward,
Angela automatically spread her legs, putting them on Kim's shoulders and trapping
her friend's head between her soft thighs.
Angela had never had sex with another girl. She had only had her pussy licked
once, and that time was by a young and inexperienced boy who knew nothing about
how to please a girl. He had licked up and down her pussy lips much like a cat might
do when grooming himself. The boy had never found her clit or even put his tongue
inside her. It had been pleasant enough for Angela but she had known that
something was missing. The dirty books she had read and a few of the more
experienced girls had told her about the joys of having your pussy eaten, but Angela
had not found that to be the case.
The moment she felt Kim's tongue she knew what they meant! Kim swirled the
tip of her tongue around Angela's clit, sending sparks of pure energy through the girl.
Kim continued, separating the cheerleader's thick outer lips with the sides of her
tongue while tickling the delicate inner ones with the tip. Making her tongue round
and hard, Kim buried it into Angela's moist cave, sending the girl into raptures.
"Oh . . . God . . . Yes, Kim!" Angela sighed. "Eat me. Lick my hot wet pussy.
Fuck me with your tongue." She squealed, her hips pumping rapidly against Kim's face.
All the pent-up energy was suddenly released. Angela came again, flooding
Kim's tongue with thick liquid. Kim swallowed repeatedly but was unable to keep up
with the volume of honey that flowed from her friend's pussy. Kim felt the contractions
as Angela's cunt spasmed again and again. She withdrew her tongue and sucked
Angela's hard bouncing clit into her mouth, beating the tip of her tongue against it and
chewing on it gently with her lips.
Angela exploded again. This time it was so violent that she lost contact with
reality. Angela didn't know where she was or what was happening. All she knew was
that her pussy was giving her pleasure far beyond anything she had ever felt, and she
wanted it to go on forever. Her hips beat a staccato against her friend's face, crushing
Kim's nose against her pubic bone. Every time Kim bit on her clit, a new orgasm was
spawned, one that was even better than the one before. Finally Kim bared her teeth.
She gripped Angela's clit between her teeth and bit hard.
A flash of white-hot pain gripped the lust-crazed cheerleader and she shrieked
again. Her muscles contracted and tremors ran up her spine. The pain spread like a
wildfire. It raged through her pelvis, into the pit of her stomach, licked at her tits, and
finally blossomed in her brain where it transformed into pleasure so exquisite that her
body was not able to handle the sensation. The last thing Angela remembered before
losing consciousness was that she had found heaven and she never wanted to leave.
Angela was so weak from cumming that her legs refused to support her when
Kim let her down. She crumbled into a heap on the mat below. Kim was so hot that
she didn't let Angela's condition stop her. She rolled the older girl onto her back and
straddled her face, lowering her pussy over Angela's nose and mouth.
Angela was suffocating, smothered in Kim's hot wet pussy. Tentatively at first,
then with more conviction, she snaked her tongue out, tasting her friend's juice.
Finding that it was not unpleasant, she continued. Remembering what Kim had done,
Angela copied the more experienced girl. She lapped at Kim's clit and fucked into her
steaming pussy with her tongue. Kim's hips rotated wildly as she ground her cunt into
her friend's face. Suddenly the younger girl froze. Angela felt Kim's pussy grip her
tongue, threatening to tear it out by the roots as it undulated and exuded gobs of thick
goo that coated her tongue and smeared all over her face.
Kim collapsed on the mat beside her friend. It took them both several minutes
to recuperate. When they came to their senses, Angela gushed about her experience,
telling Kim how much she loved and appreciated her friend for introducing her to sex
with pain and bondage. "I've never felt anything like it." She marveled. "How could
anybody enjoy plain old fucking and sucking once they've been tied up and whipped?"
"Because most people have never experienced it." Kim answered. "Just the
thought of being tied up is enough to turn most women off, and even men usually
don't understand how exciting it can be to whip someone, exciting for themselves and
their partner. We're conditioned to recoil from pain and regard anyone who enjoys it
as degenerate, disgusting, and sick."
"Well, it may be sick, but I don't care!" Angela said, obviously getting aroused
again. "I wanted to see stars and feel skyrockets going off when I came. I did that
and more. No boy has ever gotten me as hot as you just did, and I have certainly
never cum like that."
"It's even better when a man is doing the whipping." Kim explained. "Once he
has you so worked up that your juices are leaking out all over the place and your body
burns from his whipping, he can fuck you until you think you'll die of the pleasure. A
man is also stronger and can hurt you more. They seem to have a fascination for all
your private parts and can really give you a time that you won't forget."
"God, I don't know if I could stand it if it got any better, but I'd like to try!"
Angela said, her eyes shining with excitement. "Do you know a man who would be
willing to do it to me?" She asked.
Kim was silent for a moment, then answered slowly, "I just might be able to
help you. Let me talk to some people and I'll get back to you soon."
"I hope so, and the sooner the better." The cheerleader said. "Now that I've
discovered this I want to learn more about it."
Kim told the other club members about Angela. After listening to her account,
they all readily agreed that Angela sounded like a perfect candidate to join their club,
and instructed Kim to set up the initial meeting for the weekend.
Standing naked and trembling in front of the group, Angela's heart pounded.
She trusted Kim, and knew Jimmy from school, although he was a couple of years
behind her, but the three adults were unknown and frightening. She had gone too far
to turn back and hoped she hadn't made a terrible mistake that she would regret.
Jimmy had retied her wrists behind her back and had added a blindfold.
Angela was led to another part of the house they had called the dungeon. After
managing to negotiate the flight of stairs without falling, Jimmy tied her to a straight
backed chair in the center of the room. Her ankles were tied to the legs of the chair
while her arms were securely tied behind her and fastened to the chair back. Shifting
slightly, Angela discovered she could barely move. Jimmy completed her bondage by
running a rope around her waist and the chair, pulling it tight and making her
breathing difficult. The final rope secured her knees to the chair seat. Testing again,
the blond girl found that the only thing she could move was her head.
Angela was left alone to consider her situation while Bill and Jimmy prepared
the other ladies for the evening's entertainment. All three had stripped while Jimmy
was finishing with Angela. Naked, they now stood in the center of the room awaiting
their orders.
Earlier, Kim requested an extra special session for herself because she was still
extremely horny after her session with Angela. She also thought it might make the
other girl more comfortable to see someone her own age undergoing the rigors of
sexual torture before she was called upon to partake of it herself. Bill agreed and left
Jimmy to take care of Rosie and Connie while he led Kim to the new device that he
and his son had built especially for the initiation ceremonies.
It looked like an old-fashioned set of stocks to Kim, except that there were two
holes instead of the customary three. As they drew closer, the girl realized the holes
were positioned too closely for the wrists and were not large enough for the neck.
Kim stood behind the device while Bill adjusted the center post. Once this was done,
it was obvious that her breasts were intended to fit through the holes. Bill reached
through the holes and grabbed Kim by both her nipples, pulling on them and guiding
her tits through the snug holes. Once positioned, he pressed on the small of her
back, forcing her chest up against the device and trapping as much of her tit-flesh as
possible.
When Bill turned the knobs around the holes, Kim felt something pressing into
her soft globes. Although she couldn't see what was happening, she could tell that
something was digging into the base of both her tits. They felt like round disks, about
the size of quarters and they came from all around her generous mounds, top, bottom
and sides. As Bill kept twisting, Kim became decidedly more uncomfortable.
The disks were compressing the base of her tits causing them to bulge like inflated
balloons. She tried pulling back, but was held too tightly by the disks and her own
swollen flesh which had expanded too much to fit back through the holes.
Bill fitted Kim's wrists into handcuffs which he snapped behind her, and her
ankles into manacles attached to rings in the floor. The young girl was effectively
immobilized with her taut, swollen mammaries the focal point of attention. Placing his
palms on her nipples and moving them in a rapid circular motion brought a hiss of
approval as Kim sucked in her breath sharply in response to this stimulation. Her tits
were amazingly sensitive. She felt them pounding in time with her heart beat, which
was forcing even more blood into the already engorged flesh. As her luscious boobs
became even more distended, Kim felt the skin become so tight she was afraid it
might split. Her nipples had become rock hard and elongated.
While his dad had been busy with Kim, Jimmy had attended Kim's mom, Rosie,
and his mother, Connie. Rosie had been strapped into one of their favorite restraining
devices, a padded T-Bar. Her wrists were placed into cuffs at the end of each bar of
the "T" while her legs were secured at the knees and ankles with wide leather straps.
The bar was jointed in the middle, allowing the bound victim to be bent backwards at
the waist. Two more straps, a thin one above the breasts and a wider one below,
kept Rosie pinned to the center post with her massive tits jutting out prominently. It
was a perfect position for one of Rosie's favorite activities, having her tits whipped and
caned.
Connie, on the other hand, preferred more stringent bondage and discipline.
For her, more was better. More pain meant more pleasure. She enjoyed long
sessions of being tied in very severe positions followed by a harsh whipping and other
tortures. Consequently, Jimmy placed her in suspension. She hung by her wrists with
her legs spread wide, pulled apart with her cuffed ankles attached to rings in the floor.
Her entire weight was supported by her arms. The strain was already showing on her
face.
Bill signaled for Jimmy to remove Angela's blindfold. When her eyes got used
to the light and she was finally able to focus, she was stunned by what she saw. Her
head swivelled from side to side, taking in all the gadgets and implements of torture
hanging on hooks along one wall. The pieces of bondage equipment Bill had built
were scattered throughout the room, their purpose was unclear, for the most part, to
the boggled girl. But what held her attention most, were the three women in bondage.
Angela's mouth gaped open when she saw her friend Kim, with her bloated tits
sticking through the holes in the stocks. Connie looked wonderfully miserable as she
hung by her wrists while her friend, Rosie, looked like she was nothing but tits in her
strained position.
Bill removed Angela's gag. "Since this is the first step in your initiation, I am
also relaxing the rule that slaves must remain quiet. You may not ask for sexual
favors or protest the treatment given to the others. If there are any questions about
what we are doing or why, you can ask either Jimmy or me. When you do, address us
as Master Bill or Master Jimmy. If you have a question to ask a slave, it must come
through us, as they are not allowed to speak without permission. You may, of course,
ask to leave any time if you feel you have seen enough and want no part of what we
do." He said this last part more for the benefit of the camera than for Angela because
her heavy breathing, firm, hard tits, and damp pussy showed the girl had no intention
of leaving.
Bill chose a small whippy switch. It was about half the diameter of a pencil,
tapering at the tip, and less than two feet in length. It was frayed at the end, showing
that it had been well used before. Angela saw her friend's eyes widen and her nostrils
flare with fear when Bill approached her with the switch in his hand.
The older man spoke softly but menacingly. "Kim, my dear. You've never had a
switch used on your tits before have you? I know we have put clamps on your nipples
and have used a leather whip on your tits but tonight will be your first taste of the
cane. When it's over, I'm quite sure you will agree that it is a new high in increasing
your pain threshold. Of course, you know your mother loves it. That slut starts
cumming with the first stroke and keeps cumming until I stop."
Kim twisted frantically trying to free herself from the stocks. She knew how
painful the switch would be when applied to her highly sensitized breasts. The most
excruciating session she had ever endured was when Bill had caned her ass and
thighs for the first time. It was a much larger and heavier piece of equipment, but it
was also used on a meatier and less vulnerable part of her body. Kim was still
ashamed that she had screamed after only the first cut and had begged for mercy and
pleaded for him to stop before she had taken half her ten blows.
She didn't want to disgrace herself in front of Angela on her very first night, but
she didn't know if she could handle the switch cutting into her precious melons. She
wished Bill would at least take time to warm her up by paddling her bottom first.
It was not necessary because Bill knew exactly what he was doing. He traced
around the entire surface of both her swollen globes, touching her as lightly as
possible with the frayed bushy end of the switch. Kim openly relaxed as the tiny fibers
tickled her turgid flesh.
On his second trip around, Bill used a light tapping motion. This time he paid
particular attention to Kim's pulsing nipples and puffy areolae. The young girl's nipples
stiffened and grew even more, and turned a fiery red color from the insistent
stimulation. Kim was going insane. Her nipples itched furiously from being so hot and
engorged with blood.
She couldn't contain a moan when Bill placed the switch between her aching
mounds and rapidly flicked his wrist back and forth, switching her ever so lightly on
the sides of her palpitating tits. Her fear was forgotten. Now, she was a seething mass
of raw exposed nerve endings that screamed for relief. The tortured teenager had to
bite her lips to keep from crying out, begging for her Master to beat her tits. She
wanted to feel the cruel bite of the switch as it dug into her milky mounds of
femininity. Kim needed to feel the fierce stinging of the tiny cane as it sliced into her
pounding globes. She rutted shamelessly, like an animal in heat. Her thighs were wet
and sticky from the copious flow of juice from her overheated cunt. The sounds that
came from the girl were not the cries of pain or despair but were the deep
unintelligible sounds of intense sexual arousal.
The energy from Kim had electrified the room. Rosie's tits had hardened and
her nipples had stiffened as she projected herself into her daughter's place. She knew
Kim was enjoying herself but she selfishly wished she could trade places with the girl.
Connie was moaning softly to herself as she twisted gently back and forth. Her
wrists hurt, both from holding her entire weight and from the straps that chaffed and
cut into her. Connie thought she was in the worst position possible. She hurt too much
to be comfortable and not enough to allow her to lose herself in sexual excess and
frenzy.
Bill and Jimmy had taken time to strip off their clothes. The fact that they were
both excited was obvious. Their stiff cocks jutted out from their bellies like twin spears.
Anyone seeing only their cocks could not have told them apart.
Angela, the object of the evening's entertainment, was beside herself. She
could feel the sexual aura in the room. Her nose picked up the unmistakable scent of
overactive glands, the pheromones, and like a wild animal, she was being driven to a
sexual frenzy. Her nipples were also erect as her mind played games with her body
while she imagined that she was the victim instead of her friend. If these people were
into torture, they had devised the worst of all by not letting her participate. Angela
would gladly have walked through the middle of town completely naked, if someone
would just give her what she needed.
Not content to be just an observer any longer, Jimmy selected a cane. He
chose one that was longer and heavier than the one his father was using on Kim.
Crossing over to Kim's mother, he laid the cane right across her ample bosom,
measuring the distance and testing the angle. Rosie could not contain the shudder
that ran through her. Jimmy's raging prick and the look of lust in his eyes told her that
she was about to get her wish.
Almost simultaneously Jimmy and Bill drew back their weapons and slashed at
their hapless victims. Jimmy's aim was perfect. The bamboo cane landed squarely
across Rosie's nipples with a sickening thud forcing the sensitive buds deep into her
chest. Rosie's mouth gaped open in a silent scream as excruciating pain coursed
through her. Her eyes rolled upward, disappearing at the top of her head and saliva
drooled from the corners of her lips. The pain continued to build, threatening to
overload her circuits.
Bill had chosen a different approach with Kim. He aimed for the area where her
areola merged with the whiter, smoother skin on the top of her breast. A thin red line
sprang up immediately and Kim howled at the pain. Although she hadn't been hit hard,
the super sensitive condition of her orbs made it seem worse than it actually was. The
second cut mirrored the first and landed on the underside of her agonized tit. This
made Kim's toes curl as the poor teenager tried frantically to free her captured globes
from the stocks. Kim had endured a lot of pain before, but nothing that she had ever
experienced was as overwhelming as what she was feeling now.
Angela was having a hard time deciding where to look. She was interested in
watching her friend being punished but she was fascinated by the devastating blows
that Rosie's tits were absorbing and how the woman was beginning to react each time
the horrifying bamboo rod sliced into her huge, spongy breasts. Angela's head, the
only thing she could move, swivelled from side to side as she first watched Kim take
her punishment, then Kim's mother, Rosie, who was taking even greater abuse.
Jimmy had given the older woman about ten whacks, each one gradually
increasing in intensity. By the fifth blow, the woman was screaming and tears were
streaming down her face. Her once creamy tits were well marked with streaks of angry
red and purple where the cane had bruised her. Her nipples stood up hard and proud
as if begging for more.
Rosie's attitude seemed to change after the fifth cut of the cane. Angela noticed
that the woman stopped screaming. Her voice deepened and took on a lustier tone.
Instead of screaming she was moaning, occasionally urging the boy to hit her again or
do it harder. She didn't try to avoid the cane but almost reached for it, pushing her
chest out as far as possible to meet the rod when it crashed into her orbs.
By the end it was obvious that she was enjoying her treatment immensely.
"Ohhhh Godddddd YEEESSSSSS!" she shrieked. "Hit me harder . . . Make my
tits bleed . . . Oh Shit . . . I'm . . . C . . . Cu . . . Cummmmmiinngggg!!!" If the woman
hadn't been tightly bound to the T-bar she would have bounced off. Her whole body
shook as spasms ran through her. Her pussy came alive as it worked like a bearded
mouth chewing a tough piece of meat. The lubrication poured from her, turning her
crotch into a hot, damp swamp and matting her long, dark pubic hair. Rosie's body
was covered with a sheen of perspiration, further showing the intensity of her situation.
While Rosie was cumming, she became the focus of attention and all other
action stopped. Bill and Kim kept their eyes riveted to the scene unfolding before
them. Angela didn't have to make a choice about what she wanted to watch, and
stared, mouth gaping, as the woman continued her orgasm for several minutes. Even
Connie stopped twisting and turning and simply hung limply by her wrists, envious of
her neighbor, and wondering how soon someone would remember that she needed
attention as well. Jimmy idly ran his hand up and down his thick shaft, not really trying
to jack off but reassuring his raging cock that it would soon be satisfied.
