Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club 2
CHAPTER 7
Bill and Mike had their eyes glued to the scene between the two women. Mike
had to strain his neck to see from his vantage point, but Bill had a perfect line of sight.
Every time his wife had one of her orgasms, Bill, almost absentmindedly, pounded
Mike's ass with the flexible metal-studded leather paddle, continuing until Connie
stopped her thrashing. This resulted in a Pavlov type reaction from Mike. When he
heard Connie start to squeal, signaling an approaching orgasm, he yelled along with
her, knowing that Bill was going to crack the paddle against his sore red ass.
"That's the way it's going to be all night," Bill hissed under his breath. "Every
time my wife cums, you're going to suffer. I should warn you that she cums a lot when
she is tortured. If your wife is as good as she seems, you are going to be in for a very
rough evening."
Bill's words seemed to go right to Mike's cock. It stiffened perceptively and
started pulsating. Without realizing it, his hand strayed to the rock-hard appendage
and stroked it. Bill reacted quickly, paddling the bound man below his ass, catching
the back of his thighs and his balls. Agonizing pain rushed through Mike's body, finally
settling in the pit of his stomach as a dull, throbbing ache. Before he had time to
collect himself, Mike felt Bill fumbling at his crotch. Horrified, he saw the man snap a
hose clamp just above his aching testicles. The clamp held a metal ring that Bill used
to attach a short chain. A heavy, bell-shaped fishing weight dangled from the end of
the chain and Mike was instantly aware of the pressure on his balls. He couldn't stifle
a groan when Bill raised the weight and let it drop. The sharp tug renewed the
sickening feeling in his stomach and seemed to build as the weight swung back and
forth like a pendulum. The threat was unspoken, but obvious, as Bill placed several
more weights of increasing sizes, on the floor where Mike could plainly see them.
Jean finished by slathering a thick lotion all over Connie's freshly shorn snatch.
Connie found the tingling sensation pleasant and very erotic but was not prepared for
the warmth that began to radiate from the area. Her wrinkled brow showed her
puzzlement, and the twitching muscles in her thighs made Jean laugh evilly "It's a
special lotion that makes its own heat. It will continue to build in intensity until it gets
quite uncomfortable. It has another interesting quality that makes it even more fun in
situations like this."
To demonstrate, Jean leaned down close to Connie's quivering pussy and blew
a steady stream of air against her bald cunt lips. Connie's muscles locked tight and a
moan caught in her throat as she felt the scorching effect of the airstream. It felt like
Jean was running a blowtorch over her pussy!
"I use this stuff on Mike's cock and balls a lot. After about half an hour he starts
begging me to wash it off. If I leave it on another fifteen minutes he will shoot his load,
even without being touched. He says the heat becomes so intense that his cock just
explodes from the pain."
Connie's eyes widened and she noisily sucked air into her lungs as she
watched the woman squeeze a dollop of the tormenting liquid directly on to her clit!
She felt the effect almost immediately. The tiny nubbin grew to twice its normal size,
protruding from its protective hood to stand proud and erect. What had started as an
almost imperceptible pulsation had grown to an overpowering throbbing sensation as
the terrified girl saw her symbol of femininity turn pink, then dark red as the lotion took
effect. The pain grew in proportion to the size and color of the pencil eraser sized
mass of exposed nerve endings.
In seconds, Connie was grunting audibly and twisting on the table trying to
throw off the effects of this painful stimulation. It was truly awesome. Connie couldn't
imagine it being any more agonizing to have a lighted cigarette touched to her clit.
Hot, salty tears blurred her vision and the muscles in her stomach began to cramp
from the strain as she fought for control. Just when she thought she couldn't stand any
more, she felt the familiar hardening in her nipples and the clenching of the muscles
that controlled her cuntal walls. Her toes curled as one of the most intense orgasms
she had ever experienced washed over her. Cream literally gushed from her gaping
pussy, running down the crack of her ass to pool on the table underneath. An eerie
wailing sound tore from her throat, not one of pain but rather of pure orgasmic bliss.
Bill had switched to a riding crop to whip Mike. It caused more immediate pain
but did less damage. Mike's ass was already an angry red color and was showing
spots of purple where the metal studs had broken the skin. Jean usually chose a crop
when she was whipping him and Mike had come to love the feeling as the leather tip
snapped into his flesh. Bill wasn't using more force than his wife but the snap of his
wrist made the bite of the instrument seem harsher. The fishing weight attached to his
balls swung wildly, set in motion by his own inability to take his punishment without
dancing around. Each time the weight reached the end of its arc it jerked against his
balls, sending an electric shock through his system. Each crack of the crop and every
tug on the chain brought Mike closer to cumming. He knew that he would spill his jism
all over the floor pretty soon if Connie kept cumming as furiously as she was. He
shuddered to think what Bill might do to him if he shot his wad without permission.
Just thinking about it brought him nearer the edge.
Exhausted, Connie was laying on the table limp and weak. Her body shuddered
now and then as the after shocks from her tremendous orgasm coursed through her
body. Just as her breathing returned to normal, Jean spread the woman's wet, sticky,
pussy lips apart and focused another stream of air right on the tip of her quivering clit.
The pain made the spent woman see stars. She felt the blood pounding in her veins
as she exploded into another orgasm as intense as the first. The sound of her ass
slapping against the table echoed through the room overshadowing even the crack of
the crop as it buried itself in Mike's ass and thighs. Their shrieks mingled into an eerie
duet of pain and pleasure. Unable to hold back, Mike's cock and balls released thick
ropes of milky liquid. Like his partner in despair, he seemed unable to stop cumming,
as each cut of the crop brought another spurt from the purple heart-shaped
head of his cock.
Bill and Jean conferred while their charges were regaining their strength. They
agreed that Bill would punish Mike for cumming without permission. Jean argued that
her time with Connie had not yet begun, but finally accepted a forfeiture of fifteen
minutes, since the woman had obviously undergone no small amount of pain.
Normally Bill would not have pressed the issue and he knew it didn't matter to his
wife. She was in exactly the position she most loved, being dominated and tortured. If
he knew her, she was absolutely unaware of the time and wouldn't have cared
anyway. His interest was purely selfish. He wanted Connie to win the bet because he
wanted to be the first to put Jean through her paces as a submissive. She was a
beautiful woman and her command and presence made her even more desirable.
He was anxious to try his skills on a woman who would offer him more
resistance than he found with his other slaves.
Mike's ass was showing the effects of his punishment and Bill decided that part
of his body needed to rest for a while. Bill released him and changed his position.
Suspended from his wrists with his legs held apart by a spreader bar, Mike swung
gently back and forth. The ring around his balls as left in place and Bill had
exchanged the weight for the next larger size. Although he had just cum, Mike's cock
was already beginning to stiffen in anticipation of his impending punishment.
He was not going to be disappointed. Bill clipped clothespins to the hanging
man's nipples and another to the tip of his cock. His stretched position made the bite
of the clothes pins more severe. The fact that he had cum so recently had left the
head of his cock much more sensitive than normal and the clothespin clamped
on to it was agonizing.
When everything was in place, Bill added to Mike's discomfort by lifting the
weight as high as possible then letting it go. Sweat beaded up all over Mike's body
and the air rushed from his lungs with a whooshing sound. The sharp stabbing pain in
his balls made him forget the continual pain in his crushed nipples for a moment.
While all this was going on, Connie had not been left alone. Jean had taken
just a few minutes trying to decide how she was going to make the woman suffer
enough to use the safe words. She knew it was going to have to be dramatic. It was
obvious that Connie was a true pain lover and not just someone who had discovered
a new amusement to add some spice to a dull sex life.
The effect of the lotion had worn off enough to let Connie relax, recover, and
consider the situation. Jean had unwittingly played right into their hands Bill and
Connie both knew that once she had been tortured into cumming there was almost
nothing that could be done to her that would cause her to use the safe words. Connie
felt pain only until it pushed her into the first orgasm. After that, her mind automatically
converted all pain into highly erotic sensations of pure pleasure. More pain simply
brought more enjoyment.
Jean discovered this, much to her dismay, when she began lashing her bound
victim with a thick leather strap. The first blow landed across Connie's stomach,
raising a red welt and forcing the breath out of her with a hiss. The band of fire burned
and caused her to twist and bounce on the table.
Jean whipped her neighbor like a woman possessed for several minutes,
covering Connie with angry, red, lash, marks, from the tops of her breasts to her
knees. The sound of the strap slapping against bare skin overshadowed even the
moans and screams of the tortured woman. Bill smiled to himself as he noticed the
tone and timbre of his wife's screams change. He knew, from experience, that Jean
was not accomplishing her goal, but was pushing Connie to higher levels of ecstasy
instead.
Sure enough. Connie's body burned on the outside from the lashes and she
steamed on the inside as she reacted to the pain. It hurt, terribly, but she welcomed
the pain because each lash caused the molten lava inside her to move just a little
closer to the surface. Soon she would erupt. Her orgasm would boil up and out of her
with the force of a volcano. For Connie, this release was worth any amount of pain
she had to endure.
Sensing that she was losing the bet, Jean decided to change tactics. She
stopped beating Connie, eliciting a groan of disappointment and frustration. She
moved the woman from the table and repositioned her over a low spanking horse.
Connie's ass was still white and unblemished. Jean chose a wicked looking bamboo
cane to rectify the situation.
The first cut of the cane landed right on the meatiest portion of Connie's twin
half-moons. The thin red line immediately welted as the pain exploded in her ass,
causing her to surge wildly against the leather horse, and yell until her voice became
hoarse and raspy. Twenty-five cuts later Connie was limp, hanging on the horse and
sobbing quietly. She no longer felt the cane as it burrowed into her bruised and
bleeding backside. Jean had beaten her ass until it was numb. Connie had lost track
of the number of times she had cum. For a while, each blow had sent her reeling into
another orgasm, each eclipsing the one that had come before. At some point her body
just shut down, refusing to accept either pain or pleasure anymore. The woman was
barely conscious, and it was obvious that Jean was going to lose the bet. Secretly,
this was just what Jean had wanted to happen.
Jean had long had fantasies of being submissive to a man. Her relationship
with her husband made this an impossible situation so she had pushed her own
desires aside and concentrated on fulfilling his. Over the years it had grown on her to
the point that she no longer minded being the Mistress and even enjoyed her role.
The bet with Connie had rekindled her sublimated desires and Jean was eager to see
how it would feel. Looking at Mike, she knew becoming submissive to Bill would not
affect their own games. She could tell that her husband was thoroughly enjoying what
Bill was doing to him and was totally involved in the submissive scene. It would not
seem strange to him at all that his wife was also being dominated by this powerful
Master, especially if Bill would reinforce her position over her husband by exercising
his mastery by "commanding" her to abuse her husband.
This could ultimately be the best of both worlds for her. She could be dominant
over Connie and Mike but submissive to Bill. Bill and Connie had, of course, thought
about this aspect long ago and envisioned the scenario expanding to include Jimmy
as dominant over Jean, but Jean remaining dominant over the other women in the
club as well as her husband.
Bill had removed all the clips from Mike's nipples and cock and had lowered
him from the suspension bar. Commanding the man to get on all fours, Bill snapped
the leash in place again and led Mike over to Connie.
"Use your tongue on her ass" he commanded. "Lick all of her wounds and
clean her up. Keep at it until I tell you to stop."
Mike was thrilled at the command and went at his task eagerly. He traced each
of Connie's welts with the tip of his tongue, pausing to lap at the places where Jean
had broken the skin with the cane. Occasionally, as he neared the crack of her ass
cheeks, his tongue stiffened and dipped deep into her crack, tasting the acrid flavor of
Connie's asshole and pushing into the sphincter, penetrating the woman's ass. Gently,
he tongue-fucked Connie's ass. By lowering his head, he could run his tongue over
her slick pussy lips and savor the pungent taste of the juice that had soaked her pubic
region during her punishment. When she was clean, he repeated his tongue-fucking,
this time assaulting her pussy.
Connie felt the soothing ministrations of Mike's tongue cooling the fires in her
ass. She moaned passionately and pushed back against his face when he started
fucking her asshole with his tongue. She had always liked ass fucking and tongue
fucking after a severe beating was heaven to the woman. Her moans rose in pitch and
volume as his tongue continued down to her swollen pussy. When his tongue split her
slick pussy lips and invaded the spongy tunnel of her cunt, Connie could not contain
herself. She shuddered and flooded his tongue with slick cream as she came.
Bill noticed Mike's raging hard-on and decided he was due some relief. Jerking
on his leash, Bill pulled the man to his feet and moved him so that his cock was in
line with Connie's mouth.
"Now it's your turn, slut" Bill said, addressing his wife. "This dog has certainly
done his part by making you cum like a shameless bitch in heat. Suck his cock and be
sure to swallow every drop when he shoots his cream. Every drop that spills will earn
some extra punishment for you."
Connie went about her task with enthusiasm. She liked sucking cock. Getting to
suck a new one excited her and she considered it a special treat. Connie had long
ago discovered that all men tasted just a little different. Some cum was acidic and
pungent, some was almost sweet while others had a nutty flavor. She always thought
she probably could identify men by just tasting their cum. It was an interesting thought
and Connie reminded herself to talk to Bill about trying the experiment sometime.
Perhaps she could be blindfolded and "forced" to suck several cocks. She would have
to name each man as they came in her mouth. Of course, she would be punished
severely by anyone she failed to guess correctly. At the very least, she would get to
suck off several cocks. That alone would make the exercise fun for her.
Bill was suddenly aware of his own discomfort. He had been sporting a massive
erection for some time now and his swollen, cum-filled balls were beginning to cause
him some pain. He toyed with the idea of waiting for Connie to finish with Mike, but
decided there was no time like the present to initiate Jean into her new role as a
submissive sex slave. She had lost the bet, and now was the time for her to begin
paying the debt.
Jean wasn't aware of what was going through Bill's mind but had she known,
she would have agreed wholeheartedly. Watching Connie shake and moan through
over a dozen orgasms and seeing her husband shoot his load on the floor was
enough to send the girl into orbit. Now, watching Connie's lips and tongue work on
Mike's cock had her hotter and hornier than she could remember being in years. The
whole scene had turned Jean on tremendously, and the thought of what was to come
was even more exciting. She was eager to pay off her bet and, as far as she was
concerned, the sooner the better!
"All right, Mistress Jean," Bill said. "We have a score to settle. I am willing to
allow you more leeway than an ordinary slave since you are participating only
because you lost a bet. I respect your dominant nature but I do intend to show you the
submissive side of things. For the rest of the evening you will be a slave, mine to
command as I see fit, within certain bounds, of course. If you are willing and agree,
then come kneel at my feet and acknowledge me as your Master for the evening."
Jean willed herself to move slowly, not wanting to appear too eager. She fell to
her knees in front of Bill and raised her head, locking her eyes on his. He saw the
emotions smoldering behind them and knew the heat she felt and the depth of her
excitation. Her pale skin was flushed and her roan colored hair accented the deep,
almost emerald green of her eyes. Her lips were parted and pouting. Bill saw the tip of
her tongue dart out to moisten them, then linger as if to signal to him that she was
ready if he chose to use her mouth.
"You have won me for the evening and I am ready to serve my Master," she
said softly, tearing her eyes from his to look down at the floor. "I ask for no special
favors other than those included in the bargain. If allowed, Sir," she continued, fixing
her eyes on his once again, "I challenge you to do your best to make me your slave
instead of just a prize for tonight."
Bill saw the fires burning behind Jean's eyes and knew she was desperately
asking him to dominate her completely. She was easy to read. Her desire to dominate
others was strong. She used the power to fuel her lust and stoke her sexual fires, but
there was another need, almost as strong. It was the one she was ready to explore
now. Jean also needed to find the one who could dominate her as she dominated
others. She needed a Master to be completely fulfilled and Bill was being tested to
see if he could measure up. He had complete confidence in his ability to do so.
Reaching down he filled his hands with her leather encased breasts. Her
leather garment was so tight he could feel her hard nipples piercing the palms of his
hands. Kneading the soft mounds, gently at first then with increasing force, Bill felt the
hard nubbins grow even more. A soft moan escaped Jean's parted lips and she
panted, trying to maintain control as Bill slid his hands out to the tips of her tits and
grasped her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
Jean's eyes snapped up to lock onto his when he rolled her nipples between
his fingers. As Bill increased the pressure, he saw the uncertainty reflected there.
Looking into her liquid green pools Bill saw the gamut of emotions that Jean was
feeling. The uncertainty changed to fear, then surprise, disbelief, passion, and finally
lust. It was at this point that her moans rose in pitch and became decidedly animalistic
as she leaned forward, pressing her ample tits into his hands.
Pinching her nipples was really turning this girl on, Bill thought to himself. He
wondered how she would react when he started turning on the pain. If this initial
response was any indication she would find the rest of the evening very stimulating!
With one final squeeze Bill pulled his hands away. Jean's face first registered
relief, then anxiety. He had been hurting her nipples and it felt good when he quit, but
at the same time, Jean discovered that she liked him hurting her and she wanted it to
continue. When he pulled his hands away, she was afraid he was going to stop.
Her fears were short lived. Bill tugged at the zipper that ran from her neck to
her waist, laying open her tight, leather, top. In one swift motion he peeled the
garment from her, leaving her naked from the waist up and immediately filled his
hands with her bare breasts. This time his fingers formed into claws and dug into her
tits at each base.
Jean threw her head back and hissed softly as she felt his fingers press into
her soft mounds. It hurt, but it also felt so good! She could feel her rock-hard nipples
digging into his palms, which were damp with perspiration. Bill's fingertips sunk into
her soft tit-flesh until they could go no farther. Jean's tits begin to bulge at the top, like
a balloon being squeezed in the middle. Her skin stretched tight as her tits hardened
and she felt them throb with each heart beat. As the woman's passion increased so
did her heart rate, making the throbbing almost unbearable.
"My ass," she gasped. "I want you to spank my ass. My pussy's on fire and my
tits feel like they're about to explode. My ass needs to feel it too! Please, Sir. Blister
my ass. Use anything you like. Spank me with your hand, paddle me, cut me
with a cane, or whip me, but please make my ass burn like the rest of me. I want
it. No, I need it! I have to have it. Show me no mercy, make my ass hurt! Make me
scream and cry and beg you to stop."
Her pleading was all the encouragement Bill needed. He already knew Jean
was made to be a slave, although she had spent her life playing the other role. It was
gratifying, both confirming that he was right, and watching the transformation take place.
Bill decided to leave Jean's tight leather pants on, at least for the moment. He
liked the way they looked on her and he appreciated the way they gripped her ass
cheeks and accentuated them. He was also aware that Jean was a neophyte to
sexual spanking and the extra padding, though it was mostly psychological, would be
a comfort to the woman during her first episode.
Knowing the effect his hands had created in her tits, he was reluctant to leave
them with no stimulation. Bill quickly decided to use the bondage bra he had made for
Rosie and Connie. It was leather and consisted mostly of cups with the front half left
open and straps for tightening and lifting. The victim's tits were forced into the cups,
which gripped them tightly at the base and caused them to swell and spill out over the
cutout portion. The straps held them up and away from the body and adjusted the grip
of the cups. Bill usually soaked the bra in water first, making it soft and elastic, so that
it would stretch to accommodate the size of the victim's tits and mold itself to her
particular shape.
After adjusting the straps as tightly as possible, the effect was stimulating and
long lasting, as the leather began to dry and shrink. During a long session, the
persistent and increasing constriction of the bra served as a lingering reminder to help
focus the victim's thoughts on all her sexual parts, even those that weren't being used
at the time. Connie and Rosie could attest to the fact that it also made their tits hyper
sensitive. Tit-whipping, while encased in the bondage bra, was truly an excruciating
but exhilarating affair!
Jean was not yet aware of the bra's long-term effect, but she was delighted with
what it did to her tits. They felt so alive, almost as if they were being constantly
massaged and stimulated. Every movement was amplified and transmitted directly to
her nipples. Even now, they were longer and stiffer than she could ever remember.
Jean had never been so intensely aware of her nipples, although they had always
afforded her plenty of sexual pleasure in the past and had served as a focal point for
foreplay. It was something she delighted in forcing her husband to do to her. She
would often make him lick and suck her nipples while lightly lashing his cock with the
crop. This usually ended in an orgasm for both of them.
This done, Bill sat down and pulled Jean across his lap, adjusting her position
so that his hard cock pushed up against her leather encased pussy. Jean could feel
the shaft and the bulbous head rubbing against her sensitive cunt as she shifted back
and forth on her Master's lap. Using just his hand, Bill began Jean's first sexual
spanking.
The first blow landed flush on both ass cheeks making Jean surge. She
hunched against Bill's cock as the warmth spread through her ass and right into her
pussy. Because of her tight leather pants, every blow sounded like a rifle shot as Bill's
hand rained down on her ass. The leather diffused the blows, making the warmth
spread through her entire ass. In just a few blows she was already climbing rapidly
toward a mind-blowing explosion. Her first sex spanking was even better than she had
imagined! Using his powers of observation, Bill brought Jean right to the brink of
orgasm before stopping abruptly. When she realized he was stopping, she groaned,
showing her disappointment. Jean sawed her hips back and forth in a futile attempt to
achieve enough friction to send her over the edge. Unceremoniously, Bill dumped her
on the floor, admonishing her to be still and wait for permission to cum.
