Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club 2
CHAPTER 9
Jean had never had her toes sucked before now. She was surprised that it felt
so sensuous. By the time her husband had worked his way to her little toe she was
having a hard time controlling the little moans that kept trying to force their way from
her throat. Her stomach muscles rippled and she could feel her pussy lips swell from
arousal. With a start, she realized that both her feet were being subjected to this
treatment! A kidnapper had obviously decided to get in on the act.
"Oh, Mike," she moaned. "Help me! I can't be liking this. I know I
shouldn't be, but I do!"
Mike stopped what he was doing just long enough to answer. "It's ok, hon. We
can't do anything about it. Just do what they say. It doesn't matter what happens, or
what they make us do. Everything will be all right. Besides," he added hesitatingly, "I
like it too!"
Charles was the other person who was sucking on Jean's toes. Hearing her
conversation with Mike, he reached up and placed his hand on her stomach, gauging
her reaction by how violently her muscles were fluttering. Bill captured both her
nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and rolled them gently from side to
side.
"Oh God, Mike! He's got my nipples. I can't help it. He's going to make me
cum! Unghh! Unghhh! Uuunnngghhhhhh! Oh shit! I'm cumming!"
Jean's ass humped up and down on the table, flattening her ass cheeks each
time she came down. Bill had gradually increased the pressure on her nipples as he
felt her starting to cum. The mild pain darting through her tits sharpened Jean's
orgasm, and it spun on longer than she would have thought possible from just this
relatively mild stimulation she had been given. By the time her orgasm subsided, Bill
had flattened her nipples out between his fingers and was pinching and twisting them
cruelly.
The unidentified abductors turned their attention to Mike now that his wife had
just shamed herself in front of them. He had been aware that she was going to cum
even before she had announced it. She always made little mewing sounds while
building toward her climax. He redoubled his sucking of her toes to help her over the
hump. Hearing her moans and feeling her thrash on the table had made his
cock get even stiffer. His balls were already heavy and beginning to ache.
Bill had rummaged in the kitchen drawers and had found a spool of heavy
cotton twine. He cut a length and tied a wide mouthed jar to one end. The other end
was tied into a slip knot which he fitted over Mike's hanging balls. Mike's balls tried to
pull up and his sac shriveled when he felt the fumbling around his private parts. This
brought a hearty laugh from Bill, the only sound he had made so far. He let Mike get
used to having the weight dangling from his scrotum before he had Charles explain
what he had done.
Jean had heard her husband's groans and wondered what was happening.
She felt both horrified and excited when Charles spoke.
"This is a jar that looks like it might hold a pint or more. Every time you cum,
we are going to make you do it into the jar. When you fill the jar, we will leave. Of
course, every deposit you make will make the jar heavier and the string draw tighter
around your balls, making it harder and more painful for you to cum the next time.
When you've filled it, you and this redheaded bitch of yours can share a real cocktail."
Charles chuckled, amused at his pun.
After making sure that Mike was thoroughly tied to the chair, the men released
his hands. "Now grab that jar and your cock. We want to see you jack off into it. My
buddy here is going to spank your lady's tits with a spatula while you're doing it. The
longer it takes you to get off, the more her gorgeous boobs are going to suffer. By the
way, if you spill just one drop, she is going to pay for it in a way she won't like."
Mike heard a loud pop and a cry of pain from his wife. He started running his
hand up and down the length of his hard shaft. The pre-cum oozing from the head of
his cock coated his palm, making it easier to get just the right combination of grip and
friction that he needed.
Every time he heard the spatula slap into his wife's tits Mike felt his cock leap
in his hand. After the first several swats, she began to cry softly, her sobs catching in
her throat with each smack. "Oowwww!" she cried out after a particularly loud one.
"Please hurry Mike. This hurts so much, and he's hitting me harder every time!" Jean
pleaded.
It was true enough. Bill made sure each time he smacked one of Jean's globes
with the metal spatula it was with just a little more force than the previous time. He
was concentrating on the tops and sides of her breasts right now. Occasionally he
kept the spatula from rebounding and enjoyed the way her tit flesh oozed up through
its slots.
Mike was slow in cumming. He hoped it wasn't because he was enjoying
hearing his wife cry out in pain, but the truth was that he slowed the motion of his
hand several times when he felt his cum about to work its way from his swollen balls.
Bill and Charles both noticed it and Charles took it upon himself to let Jean know
about it.
"Well, Sweet Meat. It seems like your hubby doesn't really care if you get your
titties spanked black and blue. I think he likes hearing you cry and yell when that thing
smacks you. And, buddy-boy, just so you don't feel too badly about yourself, your
wifey's cute little nipples are as hard as rocks and standing up in the middle of her tits
like bullets. They must be two inches long now and getting stiffer and longer every
time my partner hits her. I'll bet she cums once he starts driving those nubbins right
back into her chest."
Jean was embarrassed when he said it, but she couldn't deny that it was true.
The last few blows had brought about a change. Her tits were warm, almost hot, and
she knew they must be crimson colored. She found herself sticking her tits out, waiting
for the next blow to land. It hurt, and she still cried out each time, but she was actually
wanting him to hit her again. She still felt the pain, more than before, but it seemed to
blossom in her pussy now. The flutter in her stomach was there and getting stronger
with each blow. She knew that the man was right. Her nipples were hard and she
could feel the tension in them. If he hit her there, she knew she would cum.
"Mike," she screamed. "Don't . . ." her voice trailed off as another shot landed
on the top of her left tit. It just grazed her nipple, smashing into the dark magenta of
her aureole. She felt fluid fill her pussy as another blow matched that one, this time to
her right side.
The signs were unmistakable. Mike's hand flew on his hard red cock as
he pictured his wife's tits, dark red, with huge jutting nipples being
flattened each time the metal spatula smacked into the soft globes.
"Hold on, Babe," he grunted. "I'm almost there."
"Nooooo!" Jean screeched, the panic obvious in her voice. "Don't cum yet! He'll
quit if you cum. He . . . has . . . to keep going." She was ashamed and embarrassed
as she stammered out her need, but that was overshadowed by her lust. "I want it,
Mike. I want him to spank my nipples. Aeeeigh!" Jean screamed lustfully as Bill drove
the metallic utensil into her nipple, burying the turgid piece of female flesh deep into
the softness of her breast. "Yesssss! Again. Hit me again, harder!" she shrieked.
Bill rained blows onto Jean's nipples furiously, slapping first one then the other.
Jean continued yelling maniacally with each blow, her head whipping from side to
side, as her orgasm built to incredible heights before exploding like a volcano erupting.
Almost simultaneously, Mike's cock shot streams of hot, thick goo into the jar, filling it
at least a third of the way to the top.
"Oh shit!" Their voices rang out in a duet of agony and ecstasy. Mike had lost
his grip on the jar which fell with a sharp tug to his balls. This caused another spurt of
milky cum to shoot from the end of his dick. Luckily, his cock had softened enough
that it drooped into the jar, so the precious fluid was not wasted on the floor.
Jean collapsed. She had not even been aware that the muscles in her buttocks,
back, neck, and legs had been holding her several inches up from the table top. She
was sore, internally from the strain, and externally from the spanking, but she was
thoroughly satiated. With a jolt she realized that all this had happened without them
even touching her pussy. My God, she thought. How will it feel when they finally get
around to that? Her mind refused to relate to something better than what she had just
experienced, and the fact that it had been forced out of her by two unknown assailants
made it even more incomprehensible.
Bill and Charles let the couple regain their senses for a few minutes while they
prepared for the next part of the agenda. Confident that the couple would not try to
escape, Jean was untied and allowed to rub some feeling back into her limbs. Mike
was kept tied to the chair with the jar, now heavier, dangling from his balls.
Jean's hands were retied behind her back. They raised the bag over her head
like her husband's, exposing her mouth and nose, but still covering her eyes and ears.
Charles spoke again, addressing Mike. "My buddy and I are feeling kind of left
out of things. You and this slut wife of yours have both cum and we're still high and
dry. You don't mind if we use her pretty little mouth for a while, do you?"
When Mike didn't answer immediately, Charles continued. "Of course, it doesn't
much matter to us. One mouth is as good as another. We don't mind if you'd prefer to
suck us off instead. We can always find something to keep your wife occupied."
"It' s ok, Mike. I'll do it. They're going to make me do it before
they're through anyway." Jean said.
"That's quite perceptive of you, Sweetie." Charles said, with a chuckle. "Since
you're so accommodating, we'll even give you a choice. You can drink our jism right
from the bottle or we'll dump it into the jar so you can have it out of a glass later,
more like the lady that you obviously are."
The heavy sarcasm was not lost on Jean, who was very aware of just how
unladylike she had been acting. At this point it just didn't seem to matter, though. She
was so caught up in the whole scene that she was determined to play it out all the
way to the end. She had lost much of the fear that had permeated her earlier. Jean
was sure these men would go away and leave them alone once they were finished
humiliating and abusing them. Even so, the ache in her tits reminded her that they
were more than capable of causing pain when they wanted, so a small element of fear
remained.
Charles put his hands on Jean's shoulders and pushed her to a kneeling
position. She wished she could see, but had to admit that doing everything by touch
had its advantages as well. Her other senses were much more acute this way.
Her tongue felt every ridge and vein in the cock that was sliding past her lips and into her
throat. The heavy masculine scent filled her nostrils. As she bounced his balls in the
palm of her hands, she found she could feel every coarse hair and every wrinkle in
the rubbery sac. The soft tissue inside her cheeks was vividly aware of the spongy
cock head and the ring that marked his circumcision. His pre-cum tasted as heady as
a fine wine.
Jean felt his cock expand and his balls begin to dance in her hand.
She knew the man was going to cum even before he did.
"What's it going to be, bitch, your throat or the jar?" Charles said,
through clenched teeth. He was having a hard time holding back.
Jean had already decided what she would do and asked him to use the
jar. Her stomach churned at the thought of having to drink an entire pint of cum, but adding
these men's cum to the jar would fill it faster and bring an end to their ordeal that
much sooner. The problem with her decision dawned on the woman as she got hotter
and more excited while sucking the kidnapper. She wasn't sure she wanted this to
end! The truth was that Jean was enjoying being a sex slut to these two men, and
knowing her husband was witnessing it made it that much more exciting.
Jean was dimly aware of her husband's small groan as Charles added his cum
to the jar hanging from the poor man's balls. It was getting quite heavy now and the
string holding it had drawn very tight around Mike's ball sac. She was already lost in
sucking the other man's cock.
Bill put his hands on each side of Jean's face and guided her to his prick. Her
lips formed a soft oval and she took his entire length, all the way to the root. His glans
lodged comfortably in the back of her throat. The taste, smell, and feel of this new
cock pushed Jean into experiencing a brief moment of deja vu. Had she ever sucked
this cock before?
The flashback was gone almost before it happened and Jean went happily
about the task of milking her kidnapper's raging piece of meat. She knew she
shouldn't be enjoying herself so much, but she couldn't help herself. She liked sucking
a man's cock and being forced to do it made it more pleasant and exciting. Besides,
she had a purpose! Once the jar was full of cum, she and her husband would
be released, hopefully unharmed, but at least alive. Her lips gripped the hard
shaft tighter as she ran her head back and forth, drawing the cum from her abductor.
Bill didn't last any longer than Charles and was soon groaning as he
felt his balls tighten and the cum beginning to move up the length of his shaft.
Pulling his cock from Jean's mouth with a loud pop, he aimed for the jar and dumped
several ounces of the thick, hot liquid on top of what had already been collected.
When he finished, the jar was well over half full and Mike's balls were hurting
even more than before.
Everyone had cum and Jean felt a drop in the sense of urgency in the
kidnappers. Just like a man, she thought to herself. Let them cum one time and
they're content to let the world go by without them! She, on the other hand, had gotten
worked up while sucking two cocks in a row. The pain had gone from her tits, so her
entire focus was on her pussy, and it was steaming! She toyed with the idea of asking
someone to fuck her, but quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. Jesus! These
were kidnappers. She had to get a grip!
Charles had recovered and had been busy while Jean was taking care of Bill.
He had wandered to the back of the house, found their bedroom, and discovered their
cache of bondage equipment. He also noted that the family room had exposed beams,
perfect for suspension. Judging from the grooves in the beams, today would not be
the first time they had been used for this purpose.
By the time Charles collected the items he wanted, threw a couple of ropes
over the beams, and made his way back to the kitchen, Bill was through and ready to
continue with the next phase of their plan.
They led their captives through the house to the den. It was amusing watching
Mike walking so gingerly. He was trying to keep from spilling the jar of cum that still
dangled from his balls and avoid doing anything that would make it tug harder on his
jewels. Consequently, he shuffled like an old man, his feet wide apart and taking tiny
steps. By the time he finally got to the den, Bill and Charles saw that the pain in his
balls had made him hard again. His cock jutted out and bounced with each mincing step.
They made Jean stand on a low stool while they placed padded cuffs around
her wrists and attached them to a rope over the beam. Bill pulled the rope taut and
tied it off. Stepping up behind the woman, he kicked the stool out from under her and
delighted at the sharp "uunnff" that escaped her lips when she took the full weight of
her stretched body on her wrists and shoulders.
Stepping up close to Jean, Bill pressed his naked body to hers. He ran his
hands down her sides from her elbows to her knees, pausing at the deep hollows of
her underarm's, his finger tips just brushing the sides of her firm, prominent breasts as
his palms traced her rib cage and continued to her small waist that flared exquisitely
out to exceptionally wide hips, and finally slid along the outside of her soft, lean
thighs. Jean shivered at the intimacy of his touch and felt an erotic flush as her skin
responded to the sensation.
Taking a chance, Bill whispered, his mouth close to her ear and disguising his
voice as much as he could. "I just love the way a naked woman looks when she is
hanging by her wrists." He reached around her and cupped both her breasts, testing
their weight and gently massaging them. Jean sighed and leaned her head back,
cradling it in the hollow of his shoulder. His fingers slowly crept to her nipples where
he used his thumbs and two finger tips to capture the sensitive pieces of flesh in the
lightest possible grip.
It was heavenly. Jean purred at his touch and arched her back against him,
trying to press her tit tips into his hands, wanting a firmer touch. Moving his thumbs
back and forth ever so gently, Bill felt her nipples begin to respond. They grew in his
hands and became noticeably thicker and harder. His cock followed a similar pattern
and pressed into the crevice between her soft ass cheeks. Jean was mewing now,
twisting slowly back and forth, loving the feel of his hard cock between her buttocks,
and reveling in the intense eroticism he was awakening in her nipples.
Mike was allowed to sit in a chair directly in front of his hanging wife. Charles
had found a ball gag amid the couple's equipment. He tied it in place, thus insuring
that the man wouldn't speak. He removed Mike's blindfold, pressing his finger to his
lips to indicate silence.
It took a few minutes for Mike's eyes to adjust to the light. Blinking rapidly, he
began to focus on the scene before him. Jean was hanging from the beam and should
have been terrified and fighting her captors. Instead, her head was thrown back with
her face twisted into a grotesque mask of ecstasy. She was almost vibrating as Bill
toyed with her nipples and gently massaged her heavy breasts.
Mike knew instantly that his wife was immersed in the throes of passion. He
could tell by her raspy breath and the tiny animal sounds that seemed to catch in her
throat If he needed further proof, he only needed to look at her mound. The coarse
red hair was dark and matted and her plump thighs were glistening from the love juice
that had leaked from her swollen pussy lips. He could even see the tip of her clitoris
where it had pushed itself from its protective hood and stood proudly erect, ready for action.
Bill smiled at him and Mike nodded, unable to smile in the ball gag. His eyes
conveyed the message that he was willing to play along with what he now knew was
an elaborate game. He knew they would keep Jean unaware, at least for now He
didn't know their plan. Perhaps they would leave without ever revealing themselves to
her. Secretly, he hoped that was the case. Mike was sure that he and Jean would
replay this scene over and over. It would be much more intense for her if she never
knew the truth.
When Charles removed his ball gag, Mike fell right into the spirit of the game.
"I'm sorry, Jean" he said. "I'm supposed to protect you and I can't do a thing while
these maniacs do God knows what to you."
Bill had slipped one of his hands down in front, over her flat, taut stomach and
into the hot, swampy morass of her crotch. He dipped his middle finger into her cunt,
flexing it up the press against the hollow above her clit. With his finger thoroughly
coated with her slick juice, he echoed what he had done to her nipples, but this time
swirling around her clit.
One of Bill's hands still fluttered from nipple to nipple while the other worried at
her most sensitive piece of flesh. Jean was being driven insane with lust. The
kidnapper's touch was just gentle enough to make her burn with passion but not firm
enough to let that passion blossom into an orgasm. She squeezed her ass cheeks
together, feeling the man's rigid cock trapped there. It pulsed every time she gripped
him. Jean knew her husband expected an answer but her tongue was thick with lust
and her brain couldn't focus on anything but the overpowering sensations this man
was making her feel.
"Don't . . . worry . . . Honey . . . ungghhh." The groan slipped out despite her
efforts to conceal it. She didn't want her husband to know that she really didn't want or
need his protection. Of course, she was unaware that he was watching her the whole
time. "They . . . they're . . . ungghhh . . . not . . . hur . hurt . hurting me." Jean
stammered as Bill stepped up his action to her clit. He had circled it with
his thumb and two fingers and was jacking it off, just like a tiny cock, using the
gentlest touch and the tiniest motion.
This man is a master, Jean thought to herself. He knows my body even
better than I do. His every action only fanned her fires higher. The flames were
licking at her, deep in the pit of her stomach and on the surface where he had turned her
tits into rock hard masses of quivering needy flesh capped with white hot terminals
that seemed to spark with electricity. Her pussy was so hot she could feel the
heat on her thighs and smell the rich aroma that filled her nostrils.
"Nooooo!" She squealed when Bill stopped everything just as she felt
her cum about to crest. "Please . . ." Her voice was filled with panic, afraid that
he would leave her like this.
"What's happening?" Mike said, grinning as he feigned concern. "What are
these assholes doing to you?" His cock had grown another inch seeing his wife so
wanton and slutty. He knew she was about to crack. He wanted to see her go over
the edge and crash into a sea of lust and depravity.
"Nothing, Mike" she said, getting control of her voice. "It's nothing
to concern yourself about."
Charles stood in front of Jean and held up the nipple clamps for his friend to
see. They were the Japanese sewing clamp variety. They had a strong grip that got
stronger when pulled. With enough weight or a strong enough pull, they would rip the
nipple off before slipping. Bill nodded and moved both hands back to Jean's nipples.
Twirling and squeezing them one last time to make sure they were as erect and hard
as possible. He made a loose circle of his thumb and first finger and ringed her
nipples with them. Pulling her back against him, he drew the skin on her breasts as
tight as possible with her red, quivering nipples sticking out from the center. Charles
moved quickly and captured both pieces of overexcited tit flesh at once. He relaxed
his grip and the jaws of the clamps bit cruelly into Jean's nipples.
A blood curdling scream tore from Jean's throat as flashes of pure agony raced
through her tortured tits. She shook her upper body like a wet dog, trying to throw the
tormenting devices from her chest. Realizing she was only making things worse, she
tried to quiet herself and allow her body to adjust to the pain. She whimpered while
Bill stroked her flanks, shuddering as particularly strong pangs lanced through her.
Charles put his hand on her stomach, delighted at the way it rippled as she
tried desperately to gain control. "That's it, Sweet Cheeks. It doesn't really hurt that
badly. Take the pain inside and make it work for you instead of against you."
His soothing voice and the gentle stroking calmed the woman almost
immediately. She realized that he was right. It was the surprise more than anything.
They had been treating her so gently and playing her body so expertly that she had
relaxed, forgotten that she was a captive, and that these men were here to use her to
satisfy themselves. She had been lulled into feeling safe and secure. The pain in her
tits was the price she had to pay for making that mistake.
Suddenly, Jean was struck by a revelation. This man was right about another
thing! The pain had quelled the raging inferno that had built up in her loins. As she
was writhing in agony, sex was the farthest thing from her mind. Lust and passion had
evaporated, replaced by the more intense emotions of pain and suffering. Now that
the pain had subsided somewhat, the other returned, redoubled! Fueled by the pain
and angry at being so rudely displaced, the lust reasserted itself and again took
control of her defenseless body.
Jean became acutely aware of a growing need. It was gnawing at her insides
and pushing aside all thought and reason. She needed to be fucked! She didn't want
to be made love to and she didn't want to have sex. What she wanted and needed
,was to be used, to be the object of a man's, any man's, lust and depravity.
Jean hadn't even been aware that she had been moaning and making
gurgling animal sounds while she was lost in her reverie. Mike's insistent voice
pushed its way into her consciousness. "What is it, Honey? Talk to me. Tell me what's
happening." Jean was not coherent enough to hear the insincerity in her husband's voice.
