Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club 2
CHAPTER 8
Jean's ass was on fire and her tits were throbbing. She needed to cum badly.
While she was writhing on the floor Jean tried to remember the last time she had been
this excited. When they had first started playing bondage games, Jean had gotten
very excited when she was dominating Mike. Even then, she knew that something was
missing. She had experienced some terrific orgasms but had always been left with the
feeling that there was something just a little bit better out there that she had missed.
Now she knew what it was! Jean needed to be dominated just like her husband.
She was loving what Bill was doing to her and was desperate for him to
continue. One part of her loved the power she wielded over her husband, but another
part craved the freedom she was experiencing now. To be sexually dominated like this
allowed her the freedom to focus on her body's reactions and lose herself in a world of
raw sexuality with no responsibility toward anyone but herself.
Bill interrupted Jean's daydreaming. "You have much to learn as a slave, but
you are new to the experience and I am inclined to give you some leeway. Part of
your training will make you understand that your body is for your Master. I will use it
as I see fit, whenever and however I wish. Since you have given yourself to me for the
evening and I will tell you when you may cum. The other girls here have earned the
right to cum when they wish, unless it has been forbidden. You have toprove yourself
before you are granted that privilege."
"I am ready to move to the next level. Choose your punishment. You can go
over the spanking horse for a session with the paddle. This is rather mild so you will
be given no less than fifty swats, mostly on your ass, but also covering the backs of
your thighs. I will use the crop if you prefer. The whipping will only be for twenty-five
lashes but no part of you will be spared. I will whip your ass, thighs, tits, and even
your pussy. You will probably cum during the whipping which will earn you
more punishment for disobeying. What is your choice, slave Jean?"
For Jean there was no real choice. She had spent years using the crop as her
favorite form of amusement with her husband. She could hardly wait to feel it cracking
into her own skin. The promise of having her tits whipped was also appealing to the
woman. The bondage bra had done its job well. Her tits were pulsating maddeningly
and were demanding attention. Exposing them to the lash of the crop was frightening
and exciting to Jean, but it was something she wanted to experience.
"If the choice is mine, Sir, I choose the crop. If it makes me cum, I will willingly
accept further punishment."
"So be it," Bill said. "Remove your shorts. I want you naked, except the
bondage bra, so that you can feel the full effect of the crop when it snaps against your
skin. When you have finished come kneel at my feet and use your mouth to make me
cum. Prove that you are a willing slave and deserve more of my attention."
Jean scrambled to do as he asked. She tugged her tight leather shorts down
her thighs and dropped them at her feet. The cool air hitting her hot ass made her
shudder. Jean dropped to her knees in front of her Master and gently lowered his
leather briefs exposing his cock and balls. Bill had not cum this evening so his purple
glans was covered with the slick secretion of his pre-cum. Jean slithered her tongue
around the heart-shaped crown, cleaning away all vestiges of the slimy goo and
causing Bill's cock to leap in response.
It was quickly apparent that Jean was an experienced cocksucker and that she
enjoyed doing it. The kneeling woman worked furiously for several minutes until she
felt the telltale pulsing and saw his balls draw up in preparation for the explosion that
was soon to follow. Looking up into his eyes she said, "Should I swallow your cum, or
would you like to see it all over my face and tits?"
Bill didn't answer, but drove his pelvis forward, plunging his swollen cock down
Jean's throat. The woman was taken by surprise and gagged briefly before adjusting
to the invasion. Almost instantly she felt Bill's shaft begin to jerk and spurts of thick,
hot cum splashed against the back of her throat. Jean swallowed frantically trying to
keep up with the seemingly endless flow of viscous liquid that erupted from Bill's balls.
His roar of release echoed through the room and his knees went weak. It took a great
effort to keep from collapsing on the floor.
When he recovered sufficiently, Bill released Connie from the spanking horse.
"Jean has chosen to be whipped with the crop, my dear. Please prepare her the way
you would like it if it was you about to undergo the lash."
Mike and Bill watched as Connie went about her task. She fastened padded
leather cuffs around Jean's wrists and attached them to the chain that dropped from
the ceiling. Each ankle was encased in a similar cuff that had a length of chain
attached. These chains were fixed to rings in the floor. Crossing to a control panel,
Connie pushed a button, setting the winch in motion. Jean felt her toes leave the floor.
Her shoulders began aching as they took the entire weight of her body. As the slack
went out of the chains her legs were drawn farther apart. When Connie finally
stopped the motorized winch, Jean was hanging, spread-eagled, and drawn as tight
as a piano wire. The woman was wide open and totally vulnerable. Every part of her
was completely available to the caress of the whip. Unable to control herself, Jean
trembled with fear and uncertainty, and shivered as a thin sheen of perspiration
covered her body.
Bill sat and admired the scene before him. "I want you to work on her tits," he
said, addressing Jean's husband. "Suck on her nipples. Twist them and bite them until
they are hard and standing at attention." He ordered Connie to work on Jean's pussy
and ass. "Bring her as close to cumming as you can. I want her screaming and
begging for an orgasm. You can both quit when she finally realizes the crop is the
only way she will be allowed to cum and she begs me to whip her. If you go too far,
either of you, and push her over the edge, I will torture you both until she is ready to
start again."
Jean was already at a fever pitch with her exposed position and the fear of
what was about to happen to her. When Mike's teeth closed on her quivering nipple
she thrashed about and moaned. Her tits were so sensitive! How would she ever
stand them being whipped? Connie was a master at what she was doing. She
alternated licking gently, like a cat cleaning itself, with nipping softly using lip-covered
teeth. Jean's thighs, labia, clit, and asshole were all targets for her manipulations and
Jean was babbling incoherently in just a matter of moments. She went especially wild
when Connie tongue-fucked her ass, running her pointed tongue rapidly in and out of
the puckered opening.
"Oh fuck! Shit! Eat me! Lick my pussy, bite my tits. Cum, cum cuummmm. I
need to cum! Goddamn it! Make . . . me . . . cum!" Jean was clearly highly aroused
and almost ready for Bill. It took Connie and Mike only another couple of minutes to
get her to where Bill wanted.
Jean knew what she had to do. Bill was not going to let her cum until she
begged for the whip. She fought it for as long as she could, but it was inevitable. Her
level of arousal finally overcame her fear and uncertainty. Quivering with desire and
trembling with fear, she screamed. "Oh Goooddddd! Whip me!" Her voice echoed
through the basement. "I have to cum. Please whip me haaaarddddddd."
It was all Bill wanted to hear. He rose from his chair and walked to the
quivering form hanging from the chains. He could see the look of extreme arousal in
her eyes. Her eyelids were swollen and heavy. Her lips were puffy and saliva drooled
from the corners of her mouth. Pulling Mike away from her tits, Bill saw that Jean's
nipples were stiff, standing up like twin cocks, and a deep purple in color. Slashing at
Connie's ass with the crop, he managed to move her from between Jean's splayed
legs. Jean's red pussy hair was matted from Connie's licking and from her own flow of
cunt juice. Her clit emerged from its protective hood leaving it totally exposed. The
delicate, scalloped inner lips of her pussy became blood red in color and fanned out
like a ripe peach that had been pitted. Looking closer, Bill could see Jean's cunt lips
pulsating gently.
She was ready and he was ready to give her the first orgasm she had ever had
under the whip. Bill knew from experience that it would probably not be her last. Once
a woman had cums under the whip she usually returns to it again and again. All his
girls had told him there was nothing quite like cumming under the whip and nothing
that approached being so satisfying.
Bill circled the suspended woman slowly. Jean's eyes followed him, never
leaving the menacing tip of the riding crop. Her nostrils flared and a thin sheen of
perspiration covered her body. Bill could almost smell the fear. He could also smell
her intense arousal. The unmistakable scent of a female in heat permeated the air.
On his third revolution he began lightly tapping her with the whip, which tingled
more than anything else, and was designed to bring color and warmth to the area.
Jean quivered and made small gurgling sounds each time the tip slapped gently
against her skin. Bill continued circling the woman, gradually increasing the force of
the blows. After a half dozen turns, the crop was making a snapping sound as it
crashed into her sweat covered body. Each snapping sound was followed by a low
moan as the pain flowed outward from the impact. It reminded Jean of a flower
blossoming in response to the sunlight.
Bill stopped in front of the bound woman to concentrate on her tits. The
bondage bra held them up and out providing a perfect target. The damp leather had
already begun to shrink making her globes balloon and throb with excitement. Bill
placed the tip in her cleavage and swished it back and forth rapidly. This brought a
sharp intake of breath from Jean as the leather tip beat against the smooth insides of
her tits. The pain was minimal but the effect was stunning as Jean watched in
amazement as her already swollen tits seemed to expand even more and her nipples
grew at least another half inch.
Bill zeroed in on one nipple. He began by tapping it very lightly but rapidly. He
gradually slowed the speed but increased the force with each succeeding hit. In a
matter of moments he was using all the strength he could get using just a snap of his
wrist. Jean's moans rose in pitch becoming a whine and finally a screech every time
the broad leather tip snapped into her sensitive swollen nubbin of tit-flesh. The pain
was still not severe but lanced through her body with each blow. She noticed it
seemed to center low in the pit of her stomach, behind her sex, building in intensity
like a fire just getting started.
Bill switched to the other nipple and continued fanning the flames he knew he
had already started in the woman. By the time he had finished with her second nipple
Jean was seething. Her tits throbbed with desire. Her pussy lips were swollen and
leaking thick fluid which ran down the insides of her thighs.
Bill knew the last few cuts of the crop were probably hard enough to count
against Jean's total, but he decided to start counting now. He intended to make each
of her twenty-five lashes memorable.
Leaving her tits for the moment, he aimed at the soft flesh just below her pussy
on the insides of her thighs. Three quick blows to each side changed her screeches to
full-fledged screams of pain as the tip of the crop left a trail of fire where it kissed her
between her legs. Bill framed her vee with three more sharp blows just at the top of
her cunt where the pubic hair ended. Jean's entire world was her crotch. She surged
wildly against her chains and screamed until she was hoarse. This man was hurting
her with his whip and she desperately wanted him to stop, but she was confused by
the realization that she also wanted him to continue! Her hips were pumping and she
hovered just at the brink of orgasm. The fires that raged between her legs were as
intense inside as they were outside where his whip had lashed against her.
Moving behind her, Bill aimed the crop at the backs of her thighs, just below the
crease of her ass. Three on each side and three more to each cheek brought the
count to twenty-one. He decided to make the remaining four count. Taking careful aim,
he sent the tip right between her ass cheeks so that it snapped wetly against her
brown puckered asshole. He saw her freeze as the realization of what he had done
sank in and the pain began to work its way into her numbed brain.
"Oh God Nooooooo! Not there!" Jean shrieked.
Almost before she had time to get the words out, he hit her again. This time the
leather tip forced its way inside her opening. He was whipping her on the inside!
"Aaaeeeigh!" Jean bellowed. Tears poured from her eyes and the muscles in
her jaws clenched tightly as she underwent the agony of having her asshole whipped.
As the pain flared up inside her, Jean noticed another feeling, one that was even more
intense than the pain. Her ass cheeks had slammed together trapping the crop
between them. Every muscle in her body was tense and straining. Her orgasm
was imminent and nothing would stop it now!
Sensing what was happening to his charge, Bill hurried to apply the final blows
of the crop. The first was aimed right at Jean's pussy and split her wet lips with a loud
splat. A second, which followed the first almost immediately, landed squarely on her
clit.
Jean had never felt such agony in her life. Waves of nausea coursed through
her followed closely by a rush of sensation she could only describe as euphoric, as
her long awaited orgasm erupted. A steady stream of thoughts ran through her head
as she bucked against her chains and rose on wave after wave of cums, each
seeming to build upon the last and rising to greater heights of sheer ecstasy. She had
never cum so hard or so long in her life. Nothing had ever made her feel this good for
so long. Just before her body shut down from exhaustion, Jean knew she would never
be satisfied with an ordinary orgasm again.
The cycle had been completed. All four had cum and a rest period was in order.
The two couples remained naked while they talked and recovered from the
intense scene they had just finished. The conversation, naturally, centered on sex.
Jean was the most outspoken member of the group, as she was the one experiencing
sexual torture and bondage as a recipient for the first time. She made it clear that she
had loved what had been done to her and would no longer be content with just being
Mike's Mistress.
Mike also expressed his satisfaction with the evening. It was, he said, even
more exciting being part of a group that was being tortured and humiliated.
"The whole experience lasted so much longer and was far more intense than
when just Jean and I play. I still want us to have our own games, but I look forward to
getting together for more sessions like this."
As it turned out, Mike and Jean were too sore to continue that evening. They
eventually dressed and went home, vowing to get together again soon for a repeat
performance. Before leaving Jean expressed a desire for Bill to pull a "surprise" on
them one evening. She had always had a rape fantasy and wanted him to set up a
scene where an "unknown" invader took them captive, forcing the two of them to do
filthy, disgusting things, and torturing them when they refused to comply or were too
slow following orders.
The idea appealed to Bill and he promised to start working on the idea
immediately. He planted the seed that perhaps someone else might be involved. Just
this thought made Mike and Jean both tingle with anticipation.
Bill and Connie were not yet ready to expose Mike and Jean to the club. They
had enjoyed their time with them and were more than convinced about their sincerity
to pursue bondage and discipline games, but had not broached the subject of incest
or sex with minors. Since this was the most sensitive and illegal aspect of the club,
they decided to take things slowly and get a better feel for how the new couple might
react if confronted with Kim, Angela, and Jimmy.
Bill knew that Charles would be willing to participate in a rape and torture scene
with him and began setting up the scenario. To make things as realistic as possible,
Bill would only use objects and equipment he found in Mike and Jean's house instead
of bringing along a bag of his own toys.
Together, he and Charles decided that a week night would be more surprising
than waiting for a weekend. Bill let a week go by without contacting the couple. Jean
normally returned home from work about 4:30 with Mike arriving about an hour later.
Charles and Bill met at 4:00 and went to their house. Getting into the garage was
easy so the pair donned their ski masks and waited in the darkened area for Jean to arrive.
Expecting nothing, Jean opened the garage as usual, closing the automatic
door after pulling inside. She was just getting out of the car when someone grabbed
her from the back and pulled a cloth bag over her head. Before she could react, her
hands were tied behind her back and she was effectively immobilized. Although she
struggled valiantly, it was no use. She knew there were at least two people who had
captured her. From their voices she could tell they were men, although the bag
muffled her hearing enough that she could not identify them.
One of them took her keys and opened the door to the house. Jean stumbled
and almost fell as they pushed her inside. She wound up being carried and dumped
into a kitchen chair. They tied her ankles to the legs of the chair. A rope around her
middle then fastened to the chair back completed her bondage. Jean tested her bonds
and found them expertly tied. Her head was all that could move and it was still
covered by the cloth bag. She tried to reason with the men and even offered them
money to release her and leave the house, but got no response.
When she felt someone fumbling with the buttons to her blouse, Jean realized
these men were not here to rob her. She tasted the fear and felt the panic rise in her
throat. Who were they? Why had they chosen her? She had a brief flashback to her
conversation with Bill a couple of weeks ago. Was he one of the men? She hadn't
recognized his voice. While these thoughts had been running through her head, her
hands had been untied and she had been stripped of her blouse and bra. Too stunned
to react, she had allowed herself to be pulled to a standing position while her skirt and
panties were yanked down to puddle around her ankles.
Willing herself to try to escape, Jean lashed out in the darkness with her free
hands. Flailing wildly, she struck only emptiness and almost fell in the process. All of
the fight went out of her. Jean stood limply while her ankles were untied and her
shoes removed. She was unable to shake the growing feeling of resignation that had
overtaken her. In a matter of moments she had been retied, this time splayed on the
kitchen table. Her arms and legs were each tied to a table leg. In her mind she
pictured how she must look. She was completely naked except for the bag over her
head. Her legs were spread wide apart. She knew her pussy was open and on
display. Her ample tits flattened out and rolled gently to each side. She
couldn't move and was completely at her captors mercy.
With a start she realized she felt a tightness in her nipples that
signaled she was getting turned on! She also felt the telltale moistness begin to
collect between her legs.
Charles did all the talking since Bill knew that Jean would recognize his voice.
He wanted to prolong her uncertainty and terror for as long as possible.
"Look at those tits" Charles remarked. "Why, if I didn't know better I'd say this
red headed bitch likes what we're doing to her. Have you ever seen such hard little
nipples in your life? And look at her red cunt hair. It's already mated and soaked with
her sweet smelling pussy juice. This cunt is turned on."
Jean blushed when she heard what the man said. She knew it was true and it
embarrassed her that he noticed.
"We haven't even done anything to her, yet." Charles said. The emphasis he
put on the "yet" made Jean shudder. What was going to happen to her and when
would Mike get home. She had no idea of how long she had been a captive or when
to expect her husband. There was also a gnawing fear that these men also knew he
was coming soon and would probably be prepared for him.
The men spent the next several minutes almost casually playing with her naked
body. They tweaked her nipples, rolling them between their fingers, and massaged her
tits with strong hands. Her pussy was prodded and poked with fingers and tongues.
One of them even pushed his finger up her ass! Jean was ashamed as she felt herself
respond to them. By the time they finished she was pumping her hips up and down
and moaning loudly. Her head rolled violently from side to side lashing her own arms
with her rich thick hair. By the time she calmed down her entire body was shining with
a light coating of perspiration.
"My God," she thought to herself. "I am being raped here and I'm loving it!
What have I become?"
The sound of the garage door opening pushed these thoughts from her head.
Mike was home! Jean could tell her captors had heard the sound too. They were
scurrying around as if preparing for her husband. Her lust evaporated as the fear took
over. What would happen to Mike? What would these men do to them?
Mike came inside completely unaware of what had gone on in his house. When
he entered the kitchen, he stopped, frozen at the scene before him. He had just a
moment to register the image of his wife, naked and tied on the kitchen table, before a
bag was pulled over his head. The bag of groceries in one hand and briefcase in the
other gave the men an advantage over him. Before he could defend himself
his wrists were locked into handcuffs and manacles had been snapped around his ankles.
The brief struggle and muffled sounds told Jean what she needed to
know even before Charles announced it. "Sorry, Missy," he said, twining his fingers in her pussy
hair and pulling on it with short, gentle tugs. "If you were hoping your husband would
rescue you, it just isn't going to happen that way. You're both ours now, and we have
a lot of games to play before we're through."
Jean's heart sank. There was no escape. She only hoped the men wouldn't kill
them both. Even while she was thinking this, she was horrified to feel the familiar
flutter that always appeared in the pit of stomach when she was sexually excited. It
had been there since she was a teenager and she felt it stronger than ever right now!
Mike was a little less afraid than his wife. Just before the bag had been put on
his head he thought he caught a glimpse of Bill standing off to the side. He had seen
enough to know that his wife was unharmed, at least for now. Since she was naked
and tied to the table but hadn't been hurt, the chances were good that these men
would just have their fun and leave. Mike knew he was trying to convince himself, but
right now it was all he had.
He felt hands at his waist unbuckling his belt and pulling his boxer shorts down
past his knees. His cock stiffened in spite of himself. Mike could still see the bound
and naked image of his wife in his mind. Being stripped of his pants and underwear
triggered the unwelcome response. These men seemed intent on sex rather than
robbery or violence. If it really was Bill he had seen, then this was obviously the scene
Jean had asked him to play sometime. Mike just wished that he could be sure.
The captive couple hovered at the edge of panic. With their vision cut off and
their hearing obscured by the bags their other senses seemed heightened. Mike had
been completely stripped and tied in a chair by his wife's head who was still sprawled
on the table like a feast that was ready to be consumed. In this position the couple
could talk to each other. Their kidnappers didn't seem to mind and even encouraged
them to converse.
"That's right, Little Lady," Charles said. "You tell your husband everything we
did to you before he got here. Be sure to include how much you liked it. Tell him
about your stiff nipples and wet snatch. That way, when you start yelling in just a few
minutes, he won't be so worried about you. We want you two to tell each other
everything that is happening to you. And now, since you know your big, bad husband
isn't going to rescue you, you might as well relax and enjoy the evening. You can
think of us as The Cum Bandits. We came here to steal your cums and we aren't
leaving until we get all you have to offer, and we mean to get what we came for, even
if we have to beat it out of you."
These last words made Jean shiver involuntarily. She hastily told Mike about
her capture in the garage and the ensuing events. She felt herself flush when she
described how they mauled her tits and fingered her pussy. Her voice dropped almost
to a whisper as she told him about one of them sticking his finger up her ass.
Although he knew it was wrong, Mike felt his cock get even harder listening to
his wife detail the events before his arrival. Secretly, he wished he could have seen it all!
Mike was picked up, chair and all, and moved to the other end of the table. The
men rolled his bag up halfway and secured it with some drawstrings. Now his eyes
and ears were still covered but his mouth was free.
Grabbing the back of his head and pushing, Charles said, "It's time to get to
work. We want you to suck your pretty wife's toes. Make love to each one and be sure
to use plenty of tongue action."
Although she was expecting it, Jean's foot jerked when Mike's mouth closed
over her big toe. Without her sense of sight, the sensation was very strong and it was
an involuntary reaction. Before her foot returned to the table she heard a loud crack. A
thin line of fire appeared across her tummy. It was right across her navel and ran from
one side to the other. While not terribly painful, it was enough to make her yelp.
"Just so we all understand each other, Missy, when we tell either of you to do
something we expect you both to obey. If you pull back, refuse, or don't do a good job
you will be hurt. Sometimes we will hurt you, other times we will punish your partner
for what you did. Now do we all understand the rules?"
Jean nodded her head and was rewarded with another crack of the strap. This
time it struck just below the first about halfway between her navel and the top of her
pussy. It burned more than the first one, which was still smarting a little.
"When I ask a question I expect an answer."
Her voice quivered as she said, "Yes, I understand."
Before the words had died away she was hit twice more. Each blow landed a
little closer to her pussy. The second one was right at the line of her pubic hair. Jean
wailed. These two were much more severe than the first ones.
"Address me as Sir, and thank me when I help you remember your place."
"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir." Jean's voice was barely under control as she burned
from the lashes. The first one was still stinging and the last ones seemed to still be peaking.
Mike could feel her quiver as he quickly mouthed her big toe. He sucked it like
a cock, moving his lips up and down its length, swirling his tongue around its girth.
