Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club 2
CHAPTER 10
"Oh God, Mike! Please forgive me. I don't know what's happening to me but I
can't control myself. Whatever happens, no matter what I do or say, please remember
that I love you."
With that said, Jean was stripped of the last vestiges of self-control. Her voice
turned low and guttural as she called out to her unseen captors. "Come on you sons-
of-bitches. You've made me this way, now do something! Whip me! I need to feel the
pain. Beat me until I scream for mercy and beg you to use my body in every filthy,
disgusting way you can imagine."
Her tirade seemed to take the edge off her need. Jean hung limply on her
ropes, sobbing. Her tits still hurt terribly, but that wasn't the cause of her weeping. She
cried because she had sunk to the depths of depravity. Her own body had betrayed
her and made her act like a wanton slut. Mike, her husband, was listening, hearing her
beg these men to abuse her. She was afraid she would lose him forever. The worst of
it was that she didn't care. She knew that if she were whipped she would lose control,
would do anything and everything they wanted, and beg for more. The misery she felt
was worse than any pain they could ever cause.
If Jean could have seen her husband she would not have felt so bad. He was
running his hand up and down the length of his cock, totally caught up in seeing
Charles and Bill humiliate and abuse his wife. Her tearful confession had almost made
him cum. He felt the humiliation as much as she, though he was privy to what was
really going on. Knowing that his wife of more than twenty years could be had by any
man who knew how to push her buttons excited him. He had enjoyed groveling at her
feet for years. Seeing Jean in the same situation made him hotter than he could
possibly have imagined. Later, he would find a way to tell her how he felt . If she were
enjoying this as much as he thought, they would find a way to do it again.
Bill knew exactly what was going on with both Jean and Mike and he moved to
push them both to the next level. Moving quickly, he hung a couple of heavy triangular
fishing weights to the sewing clips on Jean's tits. Dropping them from shoulder height
brought the desired response. Jean renewed her screams when she felt the sharp tug
pulling at her tits. The pain followed instantly. As the weights pulled the clamps the
jaws tightened, mashing her swollen nipples flat. The pain was indescribable and so
was the sharp jab of lust that rose in her pussy.
"And now you will get your wish" Bill said, whispering into Jean's ear. "I am
going to whip you. I am going to cover you with lashes from your tits to our knees,
front and back. When I am through, every pore in your body will ooze pain and you
will wish you could die to make it stop, but you will beg for more instead, because you
won't cum until I fuck you and I won't do that until I think you are ready. Do you
understand?"
Jean trembled with pain and fear but she knew what she had to do.
"Yes, Master. I understand, and I won't cum until you tell me."
Before she had time to prepare, and almost before the words were out of her
mouth, Bill cracked a wide leather strap across her ass cheeks. What followed blurred
in Jean's mind, even when she tried to sort it all out later. Bill rained blows on her,
hitting her back, her ass, and the backs of her thighs. They were sharp, stinging blows
that brought explosions of pain when they hit but had a clinging quality that seemed to
grow with time. When he finally stopped, Jean was sure her entire backside was
bleeding. In truth, she was only a deep crimson color with only a few splotches of
purple where he had bruised her.
Jean had taken the first few blows, five or six, she wasn't sure exactly how
many, silently, then the pain began to overwhelm her. When she could stand no more,
she screamed, and she continued screaming as if the sound would take the pain
away. It didn't, but it seemed the thing to do and, besides, she really had no control.
She could no more quit screaming than she could learn to disregard the searing
agony of the strap as it flailed away at her tender skin.
It was several minutes before she realized that her beating had stopped. The
tongues of fire that licked at her backside burned with the same intensity as before.
Bill switched to her front and prepared to continue her whipping. He took both the
clamps in his hand and tugged on them. He wanted to force her mind off her back and
onto her tits. When he opened the clamps and removed them Jean thought she would
get some relief but she was wrong. As the blood rushed back into her flattened
nubbins the pain heightened, this time accompanied by a throbbing that threatened to
drive her mad. Jean's entire world seemed centered on her tits, the terrible pain of her
whipping pushed aside in favor of more immediate worries.
Bill leaned forward and captured one of her tortured nipples between his lips.
Starting slowly, he circled it with his tongue, fluttering, barely touching her. Gradually
he increased the pressure of his lips and the contact his tongue made with the turgid
flesh. Jean's screams of pain changed to moans of pleasure and rose again to shrieks
of ecstasy. Her body trembled again, this time from pleasure so great her mind was
unable to comprehend it. She was propelled to heights of euphoria far in excess of
anything she had ever experienced. Jean would have sworn she was trapped in a
state of permanent orgasm except that she could tell the pleasure, as wonderful as it
was, hadn't crested yet!
"Please" she begged. "I'll cum. I can't help it."
"No. You won't." Bill whispered. "This is just to show you that the pleasure is
proportional to the pain. The pleasure at the end can be as great as you want it to be.
More pain initially means greater pleasure when the pain is over. Have you had
enough? Are you ready for the pleasure?"
Jean astonished even herself with the quickness and vehemence of her reply.
"No!" She hissed. "More. I want you to whip me more . . . and harder!"
Bill smiled to himself as he cracked the strap against the soft white flesh of her
abdomen. Avoiding the obvious places, he covered her front with stripes, deep red in
color, many of them raising into welts. Jean felt the power in his strokes and tried hard
to fight off the pain. It proved too much for her though, and her screams soon filled the
room again. This beating was different though. This time she had a goal, a purpose. It
didn't make the strap hurt less, but through the haze of the pain Jean also felt the
pleasure escalate.
Finally Bill stopped. Jean quieted her wracking sobs. She knew what she had to
do, what she wanted to do, but was so afraid. She hurt. Oh, how she hurt! As her
mind began to clear Jean noticed that she could identify the individual stripes. Even
the first blow to her ass was still etched in her memory and with just a little effort she
found she could separate it from all the others. With a courage that comes only from
great conviction and exceptional hunger, she forced her quaking voice to speak.
"Please, Sir. Please whip my tits and my pussy. I . . ." The words lodged in her
throat as a sob of despair and agony came out. "I have to see. I have to know!" The
last rushed out in a torrent, as if she were afraid she would not get them said.
Finished, she let her head fall to her chest and resumed her quiet sobbing.
Charles greased his cock with a huge glob of KY jelly. Taking another dollop on
his finger, he smeared it around Jean's asshole, pushing some of it inside. The
woman seemed unaware that it was happening so lost was she in the swirling eddies
of her mind. Sensations of pleasure and pain whirled around her head, spinning so
fast that she was hard pressed to identify them individually. Jean saw them embodied
as powerful warriors in a battle for supremacy and her body reacted as each came
forward to claim victory.
The most astonishing thing to the woman was how she reacted. It was the
same! She felt the same tingle, the same flush of excitement. Even the way her pussy
filled with juice was the same. Her confused body didn't seem to differentiate between
the pain and the pleasure. It was then that Jean finally understood.
Her limp body stiffened with resolve. She raised her chin from her chest and
would have looked her tormentor in the eye if she were not blindfolded. Her breasts
pushed out and her back arched, her ass wiggling on Charles's invading finger. Had
Bill been able to see her eyes, he would have seen them shine with fervor. Jean was
ready and she wanted it!
Bill understood and he knew she wanted it hard. Stepping to one side, he drew
back the strap. With a full arm motion and a snap of the wrist he sent the terrible
instrument crashing into Jean's left tit. It landed with a dull, sickening splat and
seemed to cling to her tortured flesh. He had hit her right in the center of the soft
globe. Her rigid nipple took the full force of the blow. It was driven deep into the softer
surrounding tissue like a hammer might drive a nail.
Jean was pushed backwards by the force of the impact, impaling herself on
Charles's stiff cock. The delicate muscles around her sphincter tore slightly before
yielding and accepting his cock all the way to the hilt. If there was any pain, it was lost
on the poor woman. Jean's brain was short-circuiting on an overload of sensations.
The pain in her left breast soared to demonic proportions. She was sure it had
been torn from her chest. A fire raged inside her that threatened to steal her sanity.
Through it all, and gradually conquering, was a feeling that was indescribable. Jean
soared, every cell in her body vibrating, bursting with elation that approached delirium.
In fact, an uninformed observer might have considered her delirious or insane from the
constant stream of babble and nonsense that poured from her lips.
"Oh shit . . . Yeeeeeeessssss!" she yelled, her voice thick and raspy with
passion. "Beat me, fuck me, hit me again, you bastard. Fuck my ass harder you son-
of-a bitch. Whip my tits, make me buurrrnnnn! God damn it, do it again. Anything . . .
I'll do anything you want . . . I'll be your whore, your slut . . . I'll drink your cum . . .
Please, please, please, whip me some more."
Bill was impressed. For someone so new, Jean showed a remarkable ability to
turn pain into pleasure. Her threshold of pain was higher than anyone he knew, with
the possible exception of his own wife, Connie.
It was too much for Mike who had been jacking off furiously for the past ten
minutes. The sight and sound of the strap flattened his wife's tit, her foul-mouthed
string of expletives begging her tormentor for more, her buttocks jiggling as she fucked
the cock in her ass, and offering herself to a man she had never even seen, made the
sperm fly from his cock. His balls emptied themselves with spurt after spurt of white
jism. By the time he finished the jar was almost full. He groaned from the weight
pulling on his balls.
Bill attacked Jean. He hit her left tit twice more and matched those blows with
equally hard shots to her right one. Pausing to take a deep breath, he aimed for her
dripping snatch, the first one slashing across both thighs and catching her flush on her
protruding mound.
Amazingly, and without her guidance, Jean's thighs parted, showing Bill a target
that was already swollen and red. Her pubic hair was matted with the thick secretions
of her pussy and was parted to either side, giving him a clear view of her plump
nether lips, which had peeled back to expose her more delicate and lacy inner labia.
Jean's clit protruded, unaware of the danger it was in, or welcoming it.
Coming from below, Bill snapped the strap directly into Jean's palpitating pussy.
The sound that emanated from her abused body was eerie. It was neither a scream of
pain nor a shriek of ecstasy. It seemed to come from deep within her and rose
steadily in pitch and volume. The sound was a mixture of the cries of pain of all the
people in the world and the combined squeals of joy of billions.
Jean felt the two-inch band of fire from her asshole, where it had narrowly
missed Charles's cock, all along her slit, and ending at her clit. This was where her
agony was centered. This most precious of all female organs, the seat of pleasure
beyond reason, was now glowing. Heat radiated from it in all directions. It burned her
weeping cunt lips and seared her wet, sticky thighs. Jean was frozen in time, every
muscle locked, her lips were pulled back tight, her teeth bared, in a grimace of
appalling despair or exquisite euphoria.
Charles had to stop fucking her ass. Her ring had grabbed him around the root
of his cock and refused to let go. The slick lining of her anal chute was rippling up and
down the length of his cock. Her ass was sucking him off and he couldn't stop it!
Bill threw down the whip and plunged his raging cock into Jean's pussy in one
motion, burying it to the hilt in her silky glove. He was awestruck by the heat. Never
had he fucked someone whose pussy was so hot. It was almost painful. The other
amazing thing was how her cuntal walls gripped him as he entered her. She was so
that wet he hadn't expected any problem getting his cock inside, even with Charles
filling her from the other end. That was true, there had been no difficulty. But now,
lodged deep inside her, he found it almost impossible to move. Her cunt held him like
the jaws of a vise.
After a while, he began to feel the same rippling effect that Charles had been
experiencing in her ass. It was then he realized that she had been in full orgasm all
this time! It must have been approaching three minutes by now and was showing no
signs of relenting. Looking closer, Bill saw that Jean wasn't breathing. He had heard of
oxygen deprivation where someone was slowly strangled through their cum. It
supposedly heightened the intensity of the orgasm. Jean had developed her own method!
After another full minute, maybe longer, they felt her muscles gradually begin to
relax but were not ready for the onslaught that followed. Jean's hips took on a life of
their own. She snapped them forward, almost knocking Bill off balance, and
taking his cock to the base, then whipped them back, fully engulfing Charles's cock,
flattening her buttocks against him.
Once she established the motion Jean increased her speed. Her
undulating hips became a blur. Charles and Bill were being punished each time she
crashed into them. In addition, Jean was uttering a steady stream of filth. "Fuck, shit,
cock, pussy, ass . . ." Occasionally, she paused, squealed in orgasm while her cunt and
asshole milked the two cocks embedded in her, then continued as before.
Charles had already filled her ass with cum once but the incredible
grip of Jean's rectum had not let his dick go soft. He was rapidly building toward
another cum. Bill felt the rumble in his balls and knew he wouldn't last much
longer. Jean showed no signs of slowing however, and had already ground her way through
a dozen orgasms at least, not counting the mammoth one to start.
They all reached their peak at the same time. Charles squirted weakly in her
ass while feeling Bill's pulsing cock across the thin membrane that separated Jean's
ass from her cunt. She froze again, her cunt and ass sucking the cum from
their balls, as she shook her way through yet another glorious orgasm.
They all collapsed, Bill and Charles crumbling to the floor and Jean
hanging limply from the ropes. Mike had watched it all with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. If
he had not been a witness, he never would have believed it. His wife, who had always
been his symbol of power and strength, had dissolved into a sex slave. She had been
abducted by two men who then proceeded to whip and torture her. Not only had she
not tried to escape, she begged them to keep doing it to her! And, most amazingly,
she finished by taking one up her ass and the other in her pussy and fucked them
both until they were almost unconscious! He groaned as he realized his cock was
hard again!
Bill and Charles finally got their strength back and pulled Jean down from the
ropes. She had been tied so long and was so weak from cumming that she was
unable to stand on her own. She slumped against Bill who she instinctively knew was
the boss, though he had rarely spoken and then never above a whisper.
Her eyes still covered, she raised her lips, searching for his. Bending to kiss her
,she surprised him with the passion she managed to convey with her lips and tongue.
Braking off the kiss she said breathlessly, "Thank you, Sir. Whoever you are, thank
you. There are no words to describe the pleasure you have brought me today. I will
never forget this. Even now, when I feel the soreness, a shiver goes up my spine and
I feel close to cumming again. I am yours. I will do anything and everything for you."
"Thank you" Bill whispered. "Your husband has a hard cock again and I think
he deserves some attention." Charles had untied the jar of cum from Mike's balls and
had motioned for him to lie on the floor. Bill took Jean by the hand and led her over to
Mike. Pushing on her shoulders, he made her squat over him, sitting on his jutting
cock. The moment she felt it split her pussy lips Jean shuddered through a tiny
orgasm. "My God," she thought. "What will it take to satisfy me?" She started rocking
back and forth then moving up and down. Mike just laid there while she used him to
fuck herself.
Reaching down, Bill took both her nipples between his fingers and gave them a
sharp twist. Jean winched, still incredibly sore from the clamps and the whipping, but
her pussy convulsed on Mike's cock almost forcing him into cumming. "Now drink this
while you get yourself off on your husband's cock" he hissed, placing the jar of cum in
her hand.
She raised the jar to her lips and turned it up. As the thick, viscous liquid rolled
down her throat it all came flooding back to her, a collage of emotions. She saw
herself being captured, having her tits spanked with the spatula, sucking off her
husband and her unknown assailants. A moan of despair escaped her as she
remembered the awful whipping and she groaned with delight as images of her double
fucking swirled through her head. The jar dropped to the floor and she put her hands
on Mike's chest. Leaning down she kissed him. Together, they tasted the cum that still
coated her lips, and tongue. As she ground her pussy into him she heard the wet,
squishy sound as Bill's cum oozed out and ran down Mike's balls to puddle on the
floor. Jean began to shudder as her orgasm washed over her and she felt Mike's
familiar cock jerking inside her warm pussy.
The last thing she remembered before passing out was saying, "We have
to do it again, Mike. I have to have it."
Mike found an excuse to come to Bill and Connie's house that evening. He was
ecstatic. He recounted the entire experience to Connie while emphasizing how grateful
he was to Bill for all he had done. "Jean is in bed, totally exhausted" he said. "We
fucked again after you left. She asked me to do it doggy style and spank her ass while
I was fucking her. She even made me ream her ass and asked if I would cum in her
mouth. We've never had sex like that, and I owe it all to you and your friend."
Jean didn't know that Mike had been allowed to watch most of what happened.
He also hadn't told her the identity of her "kidnappers." Mike said, "I think I'll leave it
that way for now. She seems perfectly content thinking she was kidnaped and forced
into doing all those things. Maybe sometime in the future you'll want to repeat the
performance. I wouldn't want to spoil it for her."
Bill groaned to himself when Mike left. He had seen the look in Connie's eyes
and the way she shifted around in her chair. He knew she wouldn't sleep until he had
taken her downstairs for a session of their own. The worst was that Jimmy was off
playing with Kim and Angela and wouldn't be there to help him out. "The life of a
Master is not always easy," he sighed, as he went off to the shower.
Bill and Connie did take the time, after they finished, to discuss including Mike
and Jean into the club. They agreed that the couple would be an asset and a fun
addition to their group. Their reaction to the kids joining the games was the only real
question. Bill promised to talk with them and try, as delicately as possible, to ascertain
how they might feel, both about joining the club and about the teenagers. Another club
meeting was set for Saturday evening and he would try for an answer before then.
There was another matter Bill wanted to discuss with everyone. He had been
toying with the idea of setting up a club vacation where they could all be together for
an extended length of time. He had finally located what he thought might be the
perfect place. There was a company in the British Virgin Islands who specialized in
group vacations on large sailboats. One of the Captains advertised in some bondage
magazines indicating that arrangements could be made for "specialized" agendas.
Bill exchanged letters and had a fifteen minute phone conversation, which
convinced him that Michael and Tracy, the Captain and his wife, would make their
cruise memorable. Michael and Tracy were also "players" so the fees were kept
modest for groups wanting to have bondage cruises. The club could have ten days of
sun, sailing, and sex for about two hundred dollars, not counting the air fare. With
spending money for souvenirs and some dinners out, Bill figured five hundred dollars
apiece would get them this dream vacation.
Bill had already gotten flight information. Booking at least a month in advance
with group rates would cost them only another hundred and fifty dollars each. It took
ten people to qualify as a group. If Mike and Jean joined them, they would still be one
short. Bill asked everyone to think of their most likely candidate. Since they were
under a deadline, they agreed to accept a single or couple, male or female, sub or
dom. Assuming Mike and Jean joined, they would have four men and five women so
the sex of the new candidate was not critical. With Jean going both ways, they had
four doms and five subs. Even if she chose to be a sub on the cruise, a ratio of three
to six was acceptable. The new member could fit into either category without upsetting
things too much.
Polling the other members, he found their enthusiasm ran just as high as his
and they pressed him to get Mike and Jean into the club quickly so they would get the
group air fare. Besides, they knew it would be more fun to have more people.
Mike and Jean had no plans for Friday evening so Bill invited them for drinks.
He mentioned that he had something he would like to discuss with them but a couple
of hours of fun was not out of the question. They readily accepted and arranged to be
there around 7:00 that evening.
Rosie and Kim were already there when they arrived. Shortly after the drinks
were served, Jimmy and Kim excused themselves and went to Jimmy's room to listen
to a new CD he had bought. Mike and Jean had been disappointed, initially, because
they figured there would be no games that night with Rosie and the two teenagers in
the house.
Rosie broke the ice by asking Bill if they were just going to drink or if he had
some entertainment planned for the evening. He answered that he had some videos
they could watch, but that he hadn't wanted to offend anyone by making them watch
his home movies. Falling into the spirit of things Connie said, "You could always tie
them up and make them watch. That's what you always do to me," she added with a giggle.
Her interest piqued, Jean asked, "What are they, tapes of your vacations?"
"Not exactly," Bill answered. "Although they are tapes of us relaxing and having
fun. As a matter of fact, I believe Rosie is the leading character in one segment. I
even have some footage of you and Mike that I could show."
Jean and Mike were puzzled. They didn't remember being in on any holidays or
vacations with Bill and Connie. Looking at each, it suddenly struck them. Bill had
taped their bondage session that first night! There had been no big deal made of it,
but they each remembered Bill switching on lights and some cameras before things
got started. He must have captured the whole thing on video.
