Here are two more captivating dossiers on Specialist Club members to stimulate your imagination in the erotic arts. These connoisseurs know all the angles ... and how to make them tingle. Insidious devices and bizarre poses render their victims delightfully helpless to their scourging whims. Guaranteed to intrigue the most slavish devotee of bondage!
PART I
MADAM CORA
CHAPTER ONE
There was an air of barely-suppressed excitement in the bar of The Specialist Club one Saturday evening this Spring. We would have had a fairly full turn-out in any case: for the evening's programme was the initiation of Britt's cousin Dagmar, freshly arrived from Sweden-a most appealing slim little blonde pixie of a girl, chatting happily away as she was introduced around the circle, with apparently no qualms at all about the sexual excesses to which she was to be subjected within the hour-for presumably Nils and Britt, with whom she was staying, had briefed her on the implications of a Club initiation ceremony. But tonight, nearly every member seemed to be present, in answer to Charles' telephoned 'three-line whip' the night before: he had urged the fullest possible attendance 'to consider and vote on a matter of the greatest importance to the Club'-this was the form of words that he and I had decided on when we heard Neil Fraser's news. So now, as he clapped his hands for attention, there was an instantaneous buzz of excitement: then complete silence settled on the bar, as our Secretary addressed us-
"First, and very pleasant duty-extend the warmest possible welcome to our new and very pretty member, little Dagmar Sodestrom!" There was a sincere round of applause, and Dagmar's little pixie face blushed prettily, the perfect teeth flashing in a shy grin as the big gray eyes ran round her new circle of friends. Charles went on-"Hope you'll be very happy with us, Dagmar me dear! Look forward to seeing a lot of you! Expect Britt's told you that tonight, of course, we get to see all of you!"-there was a burst of laughter at the naughty joke, and the little Swedish beauty made a moue of mock disapproval. "Expect she's also told you that the object of our Club is to enjoy ourselves! And even if you find tonight a bit exhausting, think we can promise you, you will enjoy yourself!"
Dagmar smiled somewhat tremulously through the applause, as Britt's arm went round her shoulders in cousinly solidarity. Then Charles cleared his throat importantly. "And now, special announcement, requiring careful consideration by all members present! Yesterday, Neil Fraser had me meet a friend of his! Name's Madam Cora! Pretty woman. Runs a very special service aimed somewhat higher than our income-group, I fear! Can't say too much-but if you're a visiting VIP and want some special entertainment-you name it, Madam Cora's got it! Operates from a very plush apartment in the West End, mainly with a card index-got no private premises like these! Seems two of her gels have stepped out of line and need their knuckles rapped-bit of a problem where to do it, though! Neil knows her personally, and vouches for her-correct?" Neil nodded affirmation-"Thinks we might do a deal-offer her our facilities, and let her run the punishment as an exhibition on our stage! Need hardly say the gels would be brought in unconscious, and couldn't trace our address! Cora'd direct operations and provide the gels: we'd supply our facilities and an Action Squad! Sort of a mutual-benefit affair-she solves her problem nicely, we get a free exhibition of a rather tasty nature! Suggest you authorize me to negotiate with Madam Cora-no cost to us, of course!" (For the benefit of new readers of our Club Case Book, Charles Spencer is our very efficient Secretary, and he really does talk in exclamation points like that, all the time!)
After the ensuing babel of conversation, it was apparent that the majority of members were prepared to vote 'Yes', without reservation: some of the more cautious asked for clarification of the security aspect-for obviously, a punishment session of 'outside' girls could have fatal repercussions for the Club if loose ends were left untied-Neil answered all questions frankly and fully; and we learnt that there was no real fear of the girls' rebellion against Madam Cora being anything other than Internal', however they were treated-one of them faced a jail sentence for infanticide of her sister's illegitimate child, while the other dare not face deportation to the States to stand trial for multiple embezzlement: provided they never learnt where their punishment took place, there seemed no possibility of the Club's being undesirably involved.
In the end, we authorized our Secretary to negotiate with Madam Cora: and then we settled down to enjoy the spectacle of Dagmar's initiation. I had arranged to be paired with Britt, so that evening I had a double dose of Swedish nudity: I thrilled at the sight of the slim little naked nineteen-year-old screaming in delicious ecstasy on the stage as-for the first time in her life-two big male pricks discharged deep within her writhing body: and I thrilled even more in my box as Britt's long golden thighs quivered under my arms in a long-drawn-out 'deep 69', my ringer sunk deep into the trim brown throbbing arsehole, and my tongue rigid and demanding as it descended onto the little red button of her clitoris. As the delightful spectacle unfolded on the stage, our ardour knew no bounds: the sight of Dagmar, arms immobilized in the strong hands of two naked Squatimen, legs held widespread by ankle-straps clipped to ring bolts in the floor, forced high onto her tiptoes by a huge mechanical dildo vibrating maddeningly inside her tired young quim, and struggling not to choke as she swallowed down Chang's monster ejaculation-well, not unnaturally, this set us fucking vigorously till our joint orgasm sent the box reeling round us. And when the little naked body had finally lapsed into the unconsciousness of sheer fa-within the Club-Unfair?-of course! But we be-we screwed each other stupid, till not even the nettle-birch's wicked bite on prick and quim could rouse us further, and all we could do was lie there in each other's arms-sticky, sweaty, happy, and utterly fucked out-
Charles co-opted me to assist him in the negotiations with Madam Cora. As I have no doubt told you before, our worthy Secretary and I are cousins, and in consequence I enjoy many little privileges within the Club-Unfair?-of course! But we behave discreetly: no one knows we are related: and it is such fun to be able to rig the weekly draw for partners, so that I get just that leetle bit more than my fair share of my favorites such as Abby, or Betty or Britt-(Janice is my 'steady', and nothing can alter that: but I must confess that Britt and I enjoy each other a great deal-Nils and Britt come over to our place pretty regularly for 'mixed foursomes'. Britt had no trouble in getting little Dag-mar to put me on her A List: and I have enjoyed that hot slim little body more than once! Next week, Nils goes away on business, and Britt and Dagmar are coming to stay. Janice and I are going to introduce Dagmar to a little serious bondage, while Britt gets in some experience with a dildo 'keeping it in the family', she calls it!)
I liked Madam Cora on sightWe met by appointment in her luxurious penthouse out in the West End, and she put us at our ease immediately: within minutes, she had asked us to drop the formal 'Madam', and we were all on christian-name terms. She was, as Charles had said, a pretty woman-petite, dark, and beautifully groomed: I put her in the late 20s. Somewhat to my surprise, she displayed none of the hardness that I had expected from one in her line of business: instead, there was a refreshingly easy manner coupled with an obvious self-assurance and a great deal of natural dignity. She went straight to the point. "Gentlemen, I am sure that Neil has outlined the situation very adequately. I have a little circle of girls, as you know: two of them have stepped out of line: I want their hides, personally-and I'm going to have their hides, personally! Here they are-" She produced two color photos, the three punched holes down the left-hand side indicating clearly enough that they had been removed from an album-The first picture showed a well-stacked handsome redhead, whom the photographer had caught clad in a friendly smile and a pair of high-heeled shoes: her pose made it quite clear that she was a genuine redhead, all over: and there was no doubt that she was an extremely beautiful and bed-worthy piece. The second girl was smaller: a blue-eyed blonde with a lovely exciting body-again, presented naked to the camera: the face was quite beautiful, though somewhat sulky-looking to my eye-
I handed the photos back to Cora, trying not to appear impressed: if these were the bad apples among her collection, what must the others be like? Obviously, her operation must be really high-class, as Neil had intimated. "What have these naughty girls done?" I asked casually. "I'll tell you what these naughty girls have done?"-Cora's beautifully-modulated voice was vibrant with anger. "And you'll understand why I want their hides-personally! Jackie here"-she pointed briefly to the redhead-"suddenly got the idea she wouldn't lend her arsehole to a very important client-a big Greek shipping millionaire: she said he smelt! What if he did?-my girls are well enough paid to compensate for minor inconveniences like that. He came back here in a very naughty temper-and I could hardly blame him! Now, you don't get to be a millionaire in this world by being soft-and if those people pay for something, they expect to get it-and no mistake! So I've got him here, spitting blood and destruction all over the place, and shouting for an butt-hole: and if he doesn't get one, I lose a good customer-and all his friends with him-" She paused, and stared contemplatively out of the window: then she resumed-"Gentlemen, I have a theory that this is what I keep my girls for. In my position, I shouldn't have to provide the arsehole-personally!" There was a moment of shocked silence, as Charles and I gazed at her speechless: then the intelligent face split into a grin-"Oh, it has its humorous side, I quite agree! But you do see that I'm somewhat cross with Jackie, don't you?" She picked up the photo of the naked blonde. "Diana here is from the States-and from the South at that. I didn't force her into this profession-but once she's in it, she must obey the rules. There's simply no place for racialism in the business-and Diana has just insulted a very cultured African diplomat: and again I found myself having to step into the breach-No, don't worry!"-with a humorous smile-"This one really was cultured: and he didn't smell at all!" We all laughed-"Obviously, these two have earned themselves a serious lesson: and I think you can see why I'm determined to give it to them personally! Now, Neil hinted that your organization-about which I'm afraid I know nothing-might find it possible to help, to our mutual advantage. Would you care to put me in the picture?"
Charles' staccato explanations soon had Cera au fait with the basic facts about The Specialist Club.
Her eyes lit up as he detailed the facilities of our little theatre, making much of the soundproof privacy that it offered. It was obvious that our premises would be an ideal location for the punishment of the erring Jackie and Diana-Then I took up the ball-"I do believe it would be possible to provide you with an Action Squad that might really fill the bill, Cora! Take little Diana, for example. Among our members we have a pair of identical twins-big tough football players-who could prove useful to you-and I guarantee they'd accept instructions very willingly. Did I mention that they're Negroes?" Cora threw her head back and laughed. "Splendid!", she said, "Do go on--! "
"And since we're dealing with racialism, how about Chang?"-I described our huge Chinese and his enormous physical endowments: Cora's head nodded more and more rapidly as I proceeded. "Heinz, I think, would do nicely for Jackie here, who is somewhat reluctant to be buggered-". I gave a rapid thumb-nail sketch of our German sadist, and went on to describe some of his machines and devices-"Excellent!", Cora murmured, her eyes shining. "I hope you'll not make this too expensive for me."
"Won't cost you a cent, me dear!", barked Charles: he proceeded to explain the 'Saturday exhibition' aspect of our proposal: and Cora agreed readily enough that she had no objection at all to the presence of an audience.
And so, the thing was settled-
Cora visited the Club next day, to familiarize herself with our layout. We gave her a session with Fanny-(whom she new well by repute, from Fanny's Boston days-to discuss the distaff side of things: then she had a long two hours with Heinz, whom we had suggested as her second-in-command. They spent most of the time in the store-room, looking over Heinz' equipment. When she had gone, Heinz told us that there was a really sensible woman-a pleasure to deal with: he would reveal nothing of the planned programme to us, beyond saying that it was a really hot one-He spent the next two evenings in the store-room, whistling gaily to himself and dusting off some of his lesser-used torture and restraining devices-
We were quite content to leave things in his hands, though he did ask Charles to choose the Action Squad: he wanted eight, in addition to himself and Chang-(who has a 'special' item, so he said). The Twins had already been written in, and we thought it only fair to include Neil Fraser, who had 'brought us the business', as it were. Charles suggested I should join in-but I declined: this sounded the sort of evening that I would best enjoy with Janice in the privacy of a box: the thought of my beautiful Irish colleen spread-eagled stark naked on the couch, gagged, and spending deliciously as I whipped her, outweighed the unknown delights offered by the bodies of the two call-girls, beautiful as they undoubtedly were: besides, Cora-and, I suspected, Heinz-would get the lion's share of the fun onstage-Pity to waste a good evening, I thought!
By Thursday night, Charles had spoken personally to every member, and a bumper attendance was assured. A virile Action Squad had been tapped, introduced to Madam Cora, and placed under Heinz' command for briefing: they would be well hopped-up on Spanish Fly for the Saturday evening.
The two girls were brought in on Friday afternoon-Cora had bidden them, deadpan, to her apartment 'to meet a client': but before the non-existent client had arrived, both girls had succumbed to their doctored Martinis, and were out cold. Two brawny characters from a big department store had then arrived, with two big rolls of broadloom-and surprise! surprise! there turned out to have been 'a mistake in the address', so that they had to take the broadloom back again-no one apparently noticing that the fake rolls were, curiously, more heavy on the downward trip than they had been coming up-In due course a closed plumber's van drove into the Club's enclosed backyard: four of the Action Squad were on hand to unload it: and when the two victims recovered consciousness later that evening they found themselves stark naked, on camp cots, and each shackled by a chain running from her ankle to a stout steel staple set firmly in the wall of a completely strange cellar-(actually, underneath our stage). Fanny reported that they came to about 6 o'clock: and when she took them a meal a couple of hours later, she found them both in tears and absolutely convinced that they had been shanghaied into a Latin-American brothel. (Fanny is dark, and could well be Mexican, or something like that: Diana-who was reasonably well-educated-much better than Jackie-tried to question her in quite passable Spanish).
(Later, I asked Fanny how they had managed for toilet facilities-for the cellar was quite bare, and they were there for over 24 hours before being brought onstage. She told me, quite matter-of-fact, that she had brought them bedpans: and when I started to apologize for her having to do this somewhat menial chore, she laughed, dug me in the ribs, and said it wasn't the first time she'd had to look after naughty girls in cellars!)
Cora came by to visit them about 10:00 and I accompanied her, at her request. The reactions of the two call-girls were quite amusing-first, genuine relief at the sight of a familiar face: then anger-for they had, of course, realized that their knockout drops had been administered in Cora's apartment: and finally, bewilderment-why were they there, they wanted to know. Cora told them, quite simply, that they were there to be punished-and why: and they lapsed into shocked silence. I must say I thought the redheaded Canadian girl took the news well-she looked at Cora for a moment, and then said quietly-"Yes, I see. I'm sorry, Madam. I hope we can go on as we were, afterwards"-which I thought argued a certain strength of character. The somewhat sulky Diana- ( but God! she was a good-looking girl now that I saw her in the flesh-all of it!)-started to argue the toss, and I noticed Cora's nostrils flare with anger: but then Jackie shut her up, and the incident blew over. We left them to stew for the next 24 hours, with the knowledge that a public whipping awaited them-
Naturally, the bar was full to overflowing the following evening. Cora was introduced all round and made a most impressive guest of honor: she looked quite ravishing in a low-cut black dress that hugged her beautiful figure, and I noticed that more than one of our female members looked thoughtfully at the big rope of pearls that was her only jewelry. I was surprised to see May, our pretty redhead, blush furiously when she was introduced, and make an obvious excuse to get away: a moment or so later, I asked Cora what had happened-She laughed, and said that they had met socially a week or so before: May was now highly embarrassed to find that her party acquaintance was 'Madam Cora'-and that she herself, the pretty, swinging, socialite housewife, was revealed as a member of the raffish, 'sex-orgy' Specialist Club!
Charles made a very pleasant speech of welcome, to which Cora replied briefly and with dignity, thanking the members for their cooperation, and expressing the hope that they would find the punishment of the erring call-girls to their liking-She made a graceful little reference to the valued assistance of 'your master-disciplinarian, Heinz', said she knew she would be more than well served by the excellent Action Squad that the membership had provided-Then Charles requested her formally to withdraw: and she took her leave on Heinz' arm, surrounded by the Action Squad like some Praetorian Guard around their Empress. A most impressive exit: I'm afraid that when the rest of us left for the dressing-rooms a few minutes later, we must have looked an awfully undisciplined mob in comparison!
Janice's eyes were shining as we drew the thick curtains together behind us. Charles had given us a central box on the mezzanine floor-a little high, perhaps, but there would be plenty of action all over the stage, and we had our opera-glasses: anyway, neither of us intended to spend all our time on
Madam Cora and her girls! Our robes were cast aside: then the slim, familiar body of my loved one glued itself to mine in a long intimate embrace, our tongues shuttling back and forth between our tight-pressed lips, and our legs battling for vantage-points within the other's willing crotch-We parted, I to open the champagne, Janice to discover the contents of the cupboard. She was panting with desire as she laid out the gags and whips, and the half-dozen slim birches of fresh green nettles: then she brought the strong leather cuffs over to me, and held out her slender wrists and ankles in turn, for me to buckle them on-I caressed my willing victim's beautiful firm breasts, that would be bounding red and throbbing under the kisses of the little knotted scourge-cords as the evening wore on: my hand slipped between the slim nervous thighs, to find the lovely quim already moist and palpitating-
The curtains parted: and instantly the hum of conversation was cut off: then there was a spontaneous burst of applause as Cora stepped to the front of the crowded stage-
Stripped for action, she presented a very different picture from the cool, soignee, Society lady of earlier in the bar-Her costume now consisted solely of a pair of black high heeled shoes, and a wraparound loincloth-scarcely bigger than a cache-sex-in a black-and-white Regency stripe material, with the stripes set diagonally. The strong slim tanned body gleamed golden in the lights: the firm breasts, set wide apart, jutted proudly upwards. Her long black hair, which we had seen coiled round the well-shaped head, had been released, and was now swept back into a shoulder-length ponytail that swayed from side to side with her movements. Suddenly, I realized that before she became 'Madam Cora', Cora the call-girl must have been a most exciting and very worthwhile lay-I exchanged glances with Janice: she grinned, made an 'Ooh!' of approval, and ran her little red tongue lasciviously over her parted lips.
I was running my little red tongue lasciviously over my lips at the general decor of the stage behind Cora-which had, of course, been unknown to me until now, since Heinz had been as tight as an oyster over the plans! As we looked at it, the stage had obviously been divided into two halves-the left-hand side being Jackie's, with Diana on the right. I don't think I've ever seen so much equipment on our little stage before-everywhere you looked, there was another of Heinz' recondite machines-or so it seemed! Each half had its own fucking-couch, 'little-ease' A-frame, dildo seat-and of course a whipping-frame: at the back, almost under The Cooler, were the spike-horse and a nettle-bath-apparently for communal use: pulleys and cables and spreader-bars and rope ties were everywhere in evidence, hanging down from the flies and coiled in readiness on the various appliances. Clearly, we were going to have a real long serious punishment session: I was so overcome by the thought that I took a little knobbly bamboo arsehole dildo and thrust it deep up Janice's trim brown hole almost without thinking-and was quite surprised when she sank to her knees with a little sigh of pleasure and started lipping at my swollen glans!
Quite apart from the equipment, the stage was pretty crowded people-wise. Each girl's Action
Squad was grouped behind her in readiness-Jackie had drawn Neil Fraser, Nils, Tom Bright, and Peter Cooke, while Diana had The Twins, Art Gilpin, and Michel. Heinz and Chang were draped tastefully somewhere in centre stage-
The girls themselves had been mounted on their whipping-frames, 'stripped for action', as the saying goes! Both were facing us-Jackie was in Heinz' usual 'tubular rectangle' frame, but I was interested to see that she was attached only at the top: the cables had been reeled right in, so that she was hanging by her wrists from the two top corners. Her feet were held apart by a steel spreader-bar which at the moment was clipped at either end to the two bottom corners of the frame, by two slack cords: she was a good six inches off the ground, so had no hope of resting her weight at all-Diana was in the 'pier-glass' frame: this had an inner rectangle of steel tubing, pivoted in the middle of each side into the outer frame-just like a pier-glass mirror. The whole thing could be rotated, just like the other frame, so that both back and front could be presented to the audience at choice: but here, the inner frame could also be rotated top-to-bottom, so that the occupant might find herself upside down at a moment's notice. Neither girl was gagged, and I was turning this over in my mind when Cora addressed her audience-
CHAPTER TWO
"Ladies and gentlemen"-the pleasant voice came over clear and strong-"may I present to you the two girls who are to be punished this evening? On your left is Jackie, who recently displayed a reluctance to be buggered: she will be buggered frequently during the course of the evening-" The beautiful milk-skinned body shuddered visibly, and the startling red bush seemed to twitch as the long slim hanging legs jerked helplessly against the spreader-bar. Cora went on-"On your right, you see Diana. Diana is from the Southern States, and has not yet learned to conceal her racial prejudices. We shall doubtless not remove these prejudices from her this evening-but we shall at least hope to persuade her to keep them hidden." Diana's lovely heart-shaped face blushed red at Cora's words: clearly, she had little liking for the presence of The Twins on her personal Action Squad!
The pleasant voice continued-"I hope you will approve the first decision I have taken on your stage-that the girls shall remain ungagged. You know as well as I that a good tight gag increases the effect of a punishment: but the girls have a long and arduous evening ahead of them"-here both victims gave an audible gasp, and Diana's mouth opened in consternation-"and I thought it advisable to let them speak their minds freely--. " Then, with a little grin-"Besides, it's always possible that their 'remarks from the confessional', shall I say? may help to amuse you in your lonely boxes!" A ripple of laughter met this sally-"I have asked Heinz to start the programme by dealing with Jackie in his usual fashion: but we don't want to tire her out too quickly, so he's restricting his strap-work to 50 strokes-a 'Heinz' Half-hundred, you might say-Now little Diana here might get bored while she's waiting for her turn-which will come, my dear, which will come!-so let's give her something to ponder over-perhaps we could call it 'Southern Discomfort', in her honor!" She motioned to Diana's Action Squad, and Art and Michel stepped forward, one carrying a low four-legged steel stool, the other a 'wind-up' piano-seat affair on a solid square base, with a crank handle to it: the seat had been removed, and in its place, jutting menacingly upwards, was a long dildo of noble proportions. Cora patted the big hard rubber tool with a smile, and said-"Oh yes! Diana's a much bigger girl than she looks!" Within seconds, the stool had been placed over the bottom bars of Diana's whipping-frame, its four legs fitting snugly round the circular base-plate which supported the frame itself. The dildo-stand was set on top, and the handle cranked-till the big head of the dildo was positioned at the mouth of Diana's yawning quim: the little shuddering twitch as the hard head slid just inside the open cunt-lips came over very clearly, and in intimate detail, on the close-up TV screen-
(I expect most of you will remember that we have two of those little 'shoulder cameras,' working on closed circuits and showing their pictures on two big TV screens. The one on the left gives a general 'middle distance' view of the action as a whole: while on the right we have the close-up picture taken by the 'roving' camera-and the man who operates that camera is absolutely first-class-
He and his mate are Chinese: Chang has some sort of hold over them, so we don't have to worry about their security at all-
We dress them in black from head to foot, with complete black face-masks, just like the stagehands in the Japanese 'No' Theatre; and they very soon become almost invisible against the black drapes of our stage.)
Someone put a dab of vaseline on to the head of the big dildo: the crank was turned again-and the pretty blonde was gasping as the hard rubber prick vanished slowly into her slim little body. Michel cranked steadily on until the inner pressure forced the unfortunate girl to rise on tiptoes: finally Cora nodded, patted her high up inside one slender thigh already quivering with muscular effort, and left her to her own devices-She crossed the stage to where Heinz was waiting beside the other whipping-frame with its helpless spread-eagled victim-
I pulled Janice down onto her back across the couch, and kissed her pretty nipples till they stood out like little thimbles: then I drew her body along until her head and shoulders arched back and down to rest upon the floor, and quickly flipped Her long legs up and over until her knees were resting on either side of her head. In this position, her tight-stretched buttocks were the high point of her body: and in her open-knead posture, her cunt and crack were all widespread and vulnerable-just as I wanted them. I took up the knotted scourge in my right hand: then with my left, I slowly drew out the knobbly dildo from her lovely arsehole, carefully rotating it as I did so, so that her soft rectum should obtain the full maddening effect of the knobs being drawn slowly along the sensitive passage. She was sobbing with delight when the dildo left her body with a little 'plop': then I raised my little scourge and brought the six cords hissing down into her open crack and quim, once, twice, and again-She gasped at the sudden delicious pain: then I set her cooing with pleasure by licking her tenderly all along the tracks left by the little knotted cords-I lingered on her stiff little clitoris till the whole surface of her fresh young cunt was swimming with her juices, and twitching spasmodically: then I helped her to her feet, and we hastened to the front of the box to watch Heinz punishing the naked redhead hanging helpless in the whipping-frame-
My little episode with Janice had lost us the start of Heinz' 'Half-hundred', and the punishment of the disobedient call-girl was already under way-Heinz was using 'sets of five,' since only 50 strokes were to be given: I suspected-rightly-that his smacking-strap was a little wider than usual, to compensate: anyway, the red column up the back of Jackie's milk-white left thigh did not look appreciably shorter than Heinz' usual-The unhappy redhead, supported only by her wrists, was jerking wildly under the stimulus of the 'Phwatt! Phwatt! Phwatt-' of the second set of strokes, up her right thigh: the long legs swung to and fro, keeping the spreader-bar in constant motion within the confines of the slack cords at either end. I found I preferred this new method, which allowed the victim far more freedom to writhe and twist-definitely more exciting for the onlooker, though I suppose more difficult for Heinz. Jackie's butt was a little out of proportion, being half-a-size too big for her slim torso and long slender legs-a firm, voluptuous, Rubens-type bottom: and I must say the agonized jerking of her pelvis, as the 'Phwatt! Phwatt!-' of Heinz' attack on the tender backs of her thighs rang out in regular cadence, kept the big globes moving in a most provocative manner.
Heinz finished his four right-handed 'sets of five', Cora standing to one side with her pony-tail jerking in a nod of approval as each stinging stroke smacked home against the naked flesh. Both thighs now carried a double column of red-on the left, the centre and inner surfaces; and on the right, the centre and outer: and now Heinz crossed over to complete the pattern with his two left-handed series on outer left thigh, and inner right. 'Phwatt! Phwatt!'-the redhead came back between the outspread arms, as Jackie yelled full-throated under the cruel stinging smacks.
My hand crept between Janice's thighs, which opened in immediate surrender, giving me full access to the moist cleft of her pretty quim. I tickled her on the clitoris: she cupped my balls in her hand, scratching lightly the root of my rigid prick while we French-kissed for a long minute-
Now Heinz turned his attention to the big firm buttocks, swelling proud and white from the reddened columns of the writhing thighs-'Phwatt! Phwatt! Phwatt!-'-the two outer aspects went angry red, as Cora nodded her approval. 'Phwatt! Phwatt!-'-Heinz' long rod wagged like a metronome as he delivered the penultimate set of strokes straight across the gaping crack. 'Phwatt! Phwatt!'-two touch-up strokes fell one on either buttock, drawing two cries of anguish form the unfortunate Jackie. 'Phwatt! Phwatt!'-two strokes-very rapid-delivered upwards, and the two reddened globes bounced up and down like rubber balls. The final 'Phwatt!', straight across the centre of the throbbing martyred butt, drew a desperate howl of pain from the helpless victim, who now appeared to be wearing a pair of bright-red panties-
The TV screen gave us a most appealing picture of the beautiful tear-stained face, then swept down past the firm breasts, heaving and jerking in time with the redhead's gasping sobs, and on down to the red triangle of her bush, all darkened now with perspiration-
Heinz swung the frame round, so that Jackie faced us: then he stretched up, and pulled down a wire hanging from the files: we saw it had two ends, like an inverted Y-We watched him clip these to the ends of Jackie's spreader-bar: then he nodded into the wings-and slowly the wire was drawn up, taking the spreader-bar with it, till Jackie's heels were higher than her head. In her new U-position, the reddened butt, tight-stretched and open, was the lowest point of her body: and the spreader-bar-now above her head-held her long legs open in a revealing W, so that the gaping red-bushed quim was staring rudely at the audience between the scarlet columns of the well-whipped thighs-
This was clearly a most superb position for Heinz' buggery: he told me later that Cora had suggested it, and he used it constantly thereafter. While the ceremony of greasing Jackie's arsehole was going on, Janice drew my attention to Diana. The little blonde, impaled on her enormous dildo, had gone very pale at the sound of her companion's cries-for she knew her time would come: but it was clear that the huge engine implanted deep in her slim body was having a beneficial effect-the long lashes were fluttering over the blue eyes, and the little coral nipples stood out hard as pebbles: clearly our Southern Belle was a rewarding playmate for a long-cocked millionaire!
We watched the delicious spectacle of Heinz' penetration in intimate detail on the close-up screen. The trim brown arsehole was quite defenseless against the master's attack, and within seconds the long prick was buried to the balls in the lovely call-girl's sensitive rectum, while Cora smiled in triumph. Then Heinz' long forefinger slid round, to land with precision on the red button of Jackie's clitoris. Soon she was crooning in ecstasy: and then we saw the initial twitching of the open quim, as the skilful frigging slowly brought her to the verge-
Jackie was a big strong girl, and I imagine her orgasm would have been pretty vigorous in any case. In her present humiliating position, with the intensifying effect of Heinz' 'Half-hundred' just beginning to make itself felt, and Heinz' long rod up her butt, she never had a chance-And when Heinz started his vigorous reaming immediately after she had begun spending, she became almost hysterical-laughing and sobbing in the same breath, with her splendid body writhing and twisting as she hung from wrists and ankles, and her vagina opening and shutting as though it too were crying out in the ecstasy of her monster orgasm. Cora told me later that neither she nor Jackie had ever encountered Heinz' 'delayed action' technique: and that Jackie had admitted that she had never before spent so furiously and so satisfyingly. Even Heinz seemed carried away-after a mere half-dozen strokes he groaned out loud, and thrust his pelvis upwards to the limit while he discharged his copious load deep into the bowels of the sweating, shouting call-girl impaled so intimately on his prick.
At last the magnificent rut drew to an end, and Heinz withdrew from the quivering body-which was now leaking spunk and juices impartially from both holes. Cora flashed him an encouraging smile, then nodded to Jackie's Action Squad-Within the minute the panting redhead had been released from her bonds and was standing once more on terra firma-
But not for long-A sign from Cora: and now extra cuffs were fitted swiftly, above each elbow: the slim arms were forced behind her back: and Jackie was pinioned, wrists to elbows. The Squad lifted her, almost tenderly: the long legs were spread wide: then the lovely body was lowered writhing onto a dildo-stand-I was fascinated to note that although Jackie was a much bigger girl than Diana, Cora had hosen a smaller dildo for her and I did not imagine she was playing favorites! Obviously, the redhead's vagina was smaller, or less elastic, than the blonde's-
Swiftly, the Squatimen shackled the slim ankles to ring-bolts in the floor: then the dildo was wound up till the unfortunate Jackie was on tiptoes. Then-crowning indignity!-Cora stepped forward with a big coarse brassiere of canvas in her hands: she turned it so that we in the audience could see the inner surface-and to my delight, it was lined with fresh green nettles-Jackie moaned as Cora showed it to her in turn, with the words-"This should help to keep you awake, my dear!" Then the fiery garment was pressed firmly over the two naked breasts, and drawn tight behind-Jackie's sobbing cries as the intolerable itching set in were truly moving-I seized a nettle-birch in sympathy, and set Janice's soft globes afire with half-a-dozen strokes, reveling in the sight of the two pairs of shoulders, one on stage, one in my box, twitching and writhing in a futile attempt to ease the irritation of the nettled breasts. But Janice's hands were free, to scratch and soothe: and Janice was not-as yet!-impaled on a firm unyielding prick which rendered it inadvisable to move the torso freely-Jackie must suffer-if not in silence-at least in relative immobility, if she wished to avoid frigging herself into repeated orgasms.
Cora moved over to the other whipping-frame, with its delicious load of naked blonde. The little Southerner was suffering no apparent physical discomfort: from time to time, the trim loins would twitch slightly, and the blonde head would go back, eyes closed, as the big dildo produced some new sensation high in the impaled vagina. In fact, it looked to me as though Diana was slowly fucking herself towards a lovely orgasm-though I could not believe that Jackie's heartfelt cries, as strap and nettles had their way with her naked flesh, had done much to encourage the little blonde whose turn had now arrived-
Cora looked at her for a moment. "Sexy little bitch, when it suits you, aren't you?" she said coldly: and Diana paled at the words. A nod to the Action Squad, and the big dildo was removed from the moist red cunt-the operation making a most exhilarating picture on the close-up screen. Then the frame was rotated, so that Diana's slim young backside faced the audience: Cora held out her hand for the smacking-strap: and soon 'the voice of Diana was heard in the land'.
I paid less attention to Cora's 'Half-hundred' than I might have wished: for Janice was becoming more and more demanding in our box: and since Jackie's orgasm, her tongue had been busy almost ceaselessly on my prick and balls, and in my butt-hole. I thought she had earned some reward: so I strapped her willing body out face-up, spread-eagled on the couch, and went over it gently from neck to knees, first with my tongue, then with my finger-nails, and finally with short sharp licks from the little knotted scourge, till she cried out in ecstasy.
I kept a weather eye open on the stage, of course-Cora was obviously no mean performer with the strap, and was keeping the neat little body writhing in its bonds. Diana was of course smaller than Jackie, so that the area of flesh to be covered was less-thus there was, I imagined, more 'pain per square inch' than the redhead had experienced. To offset that, Heinz of course hit harder than Cora. Probably much of a muchness, I concluded: certainly the little blonde was singing in satisfactory fashion! As I watched, Cora finished her four right-handed 'sets of five': and I wondered if she would now continue left-handed, as Heinz had done-I had forgotten that Diana was in the 'pier-glass' frame, of course-all Cora had to do was swing her victim round to face the audience, then stoop and flip the inner frame-so that the little blonde suddenly found herself hanging upside down, suspended by her ankles. The look of consternation on her face, on the TV screen, was almost comical-Then it was blotted out by a grimace of pain as Cora's 'Phwatt! Phwatt! Phwatt!-' marched down the inside of a quivering thigh.
To my delight, Cora kept her upside down for the twenty stinging strokes across the jerking globes of her trim little butt. It really was a most entrancing spectacle to see the thick black pony-tail swing like a pendulum behind the well-shaped head, as Cora's near-naked body twisted with the effort of another shrewdly-placed 'Phwatt!', her firm breasts bouncing merrily: and the little blonde shouted full-throated as her buttocks slowly reddened under the stinging kisses of the leather strap.
In Box M.4, I reversed my grip on the little scourge, and drove the smooth handle high into Janice's open vagina, working it vigorously in and out until she squealed in ecstasy. Then I released my dear little Irish colleen, so that we could watch the martyred Diana being taken down from her whipping-frame-The two white Squatimen hustled her, still sobbing loudly, to the fucking-couch-where one of the Twins awaited her, his big prick standing stiffly in the air. Swiftly, her arms were strapped behind her, and despite her protests she was raised unceremoniously into the air and deposited in a kneeling position astride the huge muscular Negro. For a moment, she struggled vigorously against the actual penetration: but Cora's patience was short-She hastened to the equipment cupboard, and drew out a little three-thonged whip-The thongs were thin rubber tubing, such as may be found in a child's Woolworth skipping-rope; light in weight, and with only ten inches of free length, these were painful rather than damaging-Janice can tell you just how painful they are! We pirated Madam Cora's idea, and introduced them as standard equipment in the Club-after 'user trials' in which Janice figured prominently-or, more accurately, Janice's butt!-We tied her up to a spreader-bar so that her two lovely buttocks were offered in tight-stretched prominence: and then we whipped her till she could howl no longer-and to our delight, by that evening there was hardly a mark left on her beautiful globes!)
Cora strode over to the struggling blonde, whose enforced kneeling position brought her naked reddened butt into sharp prominence-"Will! You! Stay! Still!"-four whistling strokes exploded against the sensitive flesh, still sore and tingling from the painstaking strapping of the 'Half-hundred': four answering shrieks of pain rang out-
For the moment, the little Southerner's racial prejudices were overcome: and soon the two big black pricks were lodged firmly in her shuddering body. A pair of strong black hands was clasped round her hips, to set the little pelvis bouncing rhythmically up and down-The inevitable outcome was not long delayed: and soon Diana was celebrating her first orgasm, squealing in ecstasy as she squirmed vigorously on the spurting cocks of her two Negro possessors, whose strong black fingers were playing lasciviously over the helpless naked white body spending so sweetly between them-
No sooner had the delightful tableau dissolved than the unfortunate little blonde, arms still strapped behind her back, found herself hoisted into mid-air on a wire running down from a pulley set high in the flies. A stout leather sling at the end of the wire was wrapped firmly round one ankle: and up she went-the other leg being left free to 'wave in the breeze', which it did whenever the unhappy Diana failed to exercise the proper muscular control, so that we were regaled by intermittent glimpses of her pretty cunt as her free leg thrashed to and fro. The little body was kept in constant writhing motion by a tight nettle-brassiere, lovingly fitted by Cora: and as Diana's shoulders started a violent 'shimmying' motion in a futile effort to ease the terrible itching of her tortured breasts, Cora grasped one of the bobbing, dancing globes and pulled sharply, setting the naked body twirling at the end of the wire so that the blue eyes rolled in vertigo in the inverted crimson face. Then she moved over to the other side of the stage, totally ignoring the frantic cries of the tormented blonde-
At Cora's nod, the waiting Squatimen wound the dildo down out of Jackie's exhausted body, and she sank wearily to her heels. Cora removed the nettle-brassiere, to reveal the superb breasts all swollen and angry red from the nettles' fiery kiss: a splendid close-up shot on the right-hand screen showed the rash of little red papules in startling detail-I tell you, that pair of tits looked agonizingly hot! A Squadman handed Cora a light smacking-strap: then-'Phwatt! Phwatt! Phwatt!--.-five stinging slaps cracked home on each painful throbbing globe, each drawing a squeal of agony from the sobbing girl. Cora's own firm breasts were rising and falling in enticing fashion as she panted from the exertion of the ten punishing strokes: then she nodded again to Jackie's Squad-
Within seconds, the naked body had been released from its straddled posture on the stage, lifted, mastered, and deposited in 'deep-kneel' position at the end of the couch, so that the firm scarlet buttocks overhung the edge, shamelessly revealing in their tightly-bent position the puckered anus (still glistening with the grease from Heinz' buggery) atop the widespread crimson gash of the magnificent quim. While two pairs of hands held her immobile, a broad band of stout black webbing was swiftly slipped under the couch and brought up over Jackie's kneeling body, crossing at the small of her back: this was cinched tight, over the victim's despairing groans of protest, to leave her trussed immobile with her naked butt presented in utter vulnerability at the edge of the couch-
Cora motioned the Squatimen back, and advanced on the helpless redhead: Janice and I hugged each other at the sight of the rubber-tubing scourge clasped i n her hand-Then the close-up zoomed in to catch the agonized jerking of the pain-wracked globes as-'Phwock! Phwock!-'four hard strokes exploded across Jackie's butt, leaving twelve bright weals across the tender flesh, still aching from the earlier strapping. Jackie's cries drowned out Cora's brief orders to the Squad: but the intent was clear-four loin-cloths were removed, and four pricks released to stand erect and proud: then the men formed single file-Obviously, gang-buggery was imminent-
As the first well-greased rod was presented at the smiling brown arsehole, drawing a futile wail of protest from the helpless call-girl, I made Janice kneel astride my loins, facing away from me: then I drew her down slowly onto my waiting prick, till I was buggering her to the hilt. My urgent hands on her shoulders drew her torso back and down, until she was lying out along my body, her kneeling legs splayed wide from the central pivot of my firm rod buried deep within her rectum. Her head came round, back-bent, and our mouths met in a searing French kiss: then my hands came into action, one teasing the hard little nipples on the nettle-reddened breasts, the other tickling purposefully at the widespread cunt, till my lovely Irish colleen was moaning and shuddering in sweet ecstasy. I had no reason to prolong matters-this was no time to be missing the entertainment unfolding on the stage: so I drove her over the edge without delay, till the familiar 'Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!' of Janice in her orgasm rang out resounding-Then I reveled in the lovely sensation of the tight arsehole twitching and throbbing round my cock-though I was careful not to risk an orgasm myself at this early stage.
When we returned our attention to the stage, the third Squadman was busy buggering the lovely butt: and Jackie's sobbing moans were testimony of the difference between Heinz' delicate 'wait-and-see' performance and the crude mechanics of a normal buggery. Peter Cooke's big white cock was reaming vigorously in and out of the whip-marked globes: and well-vaselined though it was, Jackie's cries showed it was causing her discomfort, if not pain. Jackie was apparently not required to have an orgasm at this juncture, for Peter made no attempt to involve her by frigging her cunt as he himself approached his climax-Three more deep strokes, and suddenly he tensed: then, shuddering all over, he thrust forward deep into the captive rectum, and we saw his buttocks contract rhythmically as he shot his load of hot spunk deep into the lovely call-girl's pinioned body-The close-up camera gave us an exhilarating picture of the red-lined arsehole snapping back into shape as Peter's now-limp prick was withdrawn-and none too gently, to pretty facejudge from the spasm of pain that convulsed the Cora smiled appreciation at Peter as he gave way to Neil Fraser-who grinned as he felt her encouraging little pat on his bare buttocks: then his well-greased rod slid slowly into its unwilling home, drawing a fresh cry of helpless outrage from the unhappy redhead-Neil's prick is fairly slim, but rather longer than most: and Jackie really howled as it plumbed her arsehole till the big balls were hobbling at her open cunt below. All good things must come to and end, however: and before long Neil had creamed vigorously, to complete the fifth buggery of Cora's pretty victim-When he withdrew from her, the tired sphincter failed to close, and a thin stream of spunk leaked out, to trickle slowly down her thighs-
At Cora's word, the huddled body was released, and lifted by four strong pairs of arms: but if Jackie expected a respite from her torment, she was rudely disillusioned when her Squatimen took her over to the spike-horse and planted her astride the deceptively smooth-looking surface. This particular piece of equipment was new to her: so she made no complaint as her ankles were attached to ring-bolts in the floor-fairly widely separated, so that she could exert no grip with her knees. But when Nils cranked the handle, and the little steel spikes came slowly out through the perforations in the leather, to prick her cunt and inner thighs and underbuttocks-then she started complaining!
But there she was, shriek as she might: and there she was going to stay, until her turn came round again-At the moment, it was time to pay another visit to the blonde Diana-
CHAPTER THREE
Cora walked over to the groaning girl jerking spasmodically at the end of the wire. As she bent to remove the canvas nettle-brassiere, Diana began to plead urgently with her: but her fervent protestations of future good behavior cut little ice with the handsome madam-Cora's hands went to the swollen scarlet breasts, and for a moment or two she fingered the nipples until they stood out in sharp prominence: then she turned and nodded briefly to Heinz-
Janice and I exchanged smiles of delight as we saw the rubber-thonged scourge grasped in our German sadist's strong right hand-Phwock! Phwock!'-'Phwock! Phwock!'-Diana screamed as each breast was visited with two rapid stinging blows that sent the slim body writhing and twisting like a fish flapping on the angler's line. Then Heinz nodded into the wings, and another wire came down from the flies. He twisted Diana round till her back was to the audience, then fixed the anklet to her free leg: the wire tightened, drawing her leg up and out till her weight was evenly distributed between the two limbs held firmly in a widespread V. He raised the little scourge-
'Phwock! Phwork! Phwock!'-and was that ever a thrilling spectacle on the right-hand screen, as the two rubber thongs flashed down, high on the inside of each quivering thigh, and then the third stroke straight down into the open cunt!! Janice and I were so overcome by the incident, and by Diana's frantic cries, that we leapt at each other and carried out a magnificent 69 that left us sobbing with pleasure on the couch: then for a while we lay quietly in each other's arms, happy and exhausted, and smelling strongly of mingled sweat and spunk-
We surfaced just in time to see the conclusion of Heinz' buggery of Diana-She was hanging now from wrists and ankles in the new U position that we had first seen with Jackie, and had just started to spend. We saw her brimming crimson cunt working madly as Heinz reamed her vigorously: then he was away himself, groaning ecstatically as he shot his hot spunk high into her bowels. At last his frigging forefinger left her swollen clitoris, and he withdrew his now-limp prick from her arsehole, thus permitting the spunk inside to leak out in big sticky gobs that splashed down onto the floor.
Diana's Squad hurried forward and released her: then they placed her on the couch, manhandling her so that she was kneeling with knees widespread. In this position they immobilized her with a metal spreader-bar: two anklets held her feet fast at the ends, while her arms were pulled down uncomfortably between her legs till her wrist-cuffs could be clipped onto a ring set in the centre of the bar. In this position, she was forced to thrust out her tight-curved, widely-opened butt in utter shamelessness, and her gaping quim was almost grinning at the audience-I found my prick twitching in pleasurable anticipation as Cora walked over to her naked victim, a curious metal contraption in her hand-
Now this bit requires rather careful description-Imagine one of those aluminum tubes in which the better cigars are individually packed: saw it across about a third of the way up from the bottom, and throw away the top-Now take the little 'test-tube' that is left, and 'skeletonize' it by cutting out four panels down its length, leaving (in effect) just a ring of metal at the top, and the bowl-shaped bottom, joined by four thin side-members-Blow it up in size to about two inches in diameter by five in length: construct it out of thin, strong, chrome-plated steel: and add a hinged perforated cap with little lugs at either side. Then you will have the intriguing little container that Cora now introduced carefully into Diana's yawning cunt, easing it right home until the open mouth was only just showing outside the soft blonde-haired lips-
The close-up camera showed us some delightful details-Diana's vagina was being held widely open by the four side-bars that ran from top to bottom of the container: but of course the soft flesh of the vagina-wall was bulging in somewhat, through the four openings where the panel had been cut away. We could also see two light cords running from the lugs on the little perforated cap-now standing open-Then Cora buckled a light strap tightly round the blonde's slim waist. Diana's magnificent cunt was in no discomfort, of course-the container was no larger than a good-sized prick: in fact, her rather strained position seemed the only source of torment-until Cora showed Diana what she had just fetched from the cupboard. Then a most ghastly scream had us all jumping in our boxes: and Diana was babbling for mercy, her blue eyes saucer-wide in horror-Cora was holding a sleek and lively-looking white mouse-
The little call-girl writhed frantically, but was of course quite helpless against the rigid spreader-bar: we watched fascinated as the slim hands and feet beat a futile tattoo in the empty air-but that position is a diabolically clever one, and there was nothing she could do but shriek till her voice cracked as Cora fed the mouse into the container: the hinged cap was snapped shut, and the two cords were swiftly pulled tight and fastened to Diana's belt, one at the back, and one at her belly, thus sealing the mouse within his warm, moist cell-though he was in no danger of suffocating, as the perforated cap let in sufficient air-
As he started exploring his new quarters, Diana screamed till we thought her mind had gone-The mouse's tiny claws were clinging to the lining of her vagina as he went round and round aimlessly in his search for an exit-The unhappy blonde was one of those who are almost pathologically scared of mice, and spiders, and little creeping things: and the presence of the agile little rodent inside her very cunt, clawing and pawing, round and round, filled her with a soul-destroying horror that had her shrieking full-throatedly, and kept her straining helplessly in her bonds till the writhing of the lovely naked body acted like a powerful aphrodisiac on the audience, and set more than one couple fucking fiercely in their boxes-
Then Cora turned her attention to the moaning Jackie, leaving the screaming blonde to her own devices. Almost imperceptibly, her cries diminished: and when Cora returned to her some minutes later, we realized to our delight that Diana's 'Aahs!' and 'Oohs!' were now the cries of sexual enjoyment. The mouse inside her cunt was pleasuring her-and there was little doubt that he would very soon have made her come, if Cora had not intervened-
But this was some time off, of course-let's not get things out of sequence. Jackie's next episode should come in here: so we'll leave Diana for the moment, with the mouse sending her out of her mind as he skitters around inside her cunt-
The redhead was in sorry shape when they dismounted her from the cruel spike-horse. The close-up camera gave us a highly intimate view: for the next item on her programme was a four-fold 69, and the Squatimen laid her on her back on the couch in readiness, feet towards the audience, then took her legs up and back-so that we were able to see the full extent of the damage.
The spike in the horse are sufficiently close enough together to bear the victim's weight-so there aren't any horrid deep puncture wounds-But if you think a girl can sit naked on a mat of spikes without some damage-well, you're mistaken! Jackie was covered with red pin-pricks all over her inner thighs and underbuttocks, and her cunt was an angry red, and swollen: and she looked extremely sore-as indeed she was-(But after all, the object was to punish her, wasn't it?)
The Squad's treatment soon made her feel a little better, however-Peter Cooke was first in line this time: he jumped up and straddled the naked body in classic 'deep 69' position, tucking his elbows well down over her thighs: then his head went down, and he started soothing the sore, naming thighs and buttocks with his tongue-At the other end, the TV screen showed us Tom Bright holding Jackie's jaws firmly apart, while Neil guided Peter's big prick into her open mouth-(you will recall that Jackie's arms were strapped behind her back, so this little service was perhaps helpful rather than humiliating!)
Peter appeared in no mood to waste any time. Diana's shrieks were exciting to everyone who knew the reason for them, for a start: also, no red-blooded man could remain unmoved as he licked Jackie's blood-flecked sexual quarters-and finally, of course, the redhead herself was gobbling away like mad at the big prick stabbing urgently into her mouth-(for, almost unconsciously, Peter had fallen into an up and down movement of his hips, so that he was actually fucking Jackie in the mouth-). So it was no surprise to us to see him come in double-quick time, shuddering and gasping in ecstasy as Jackie gulped frantically to swallow the copious load of spunk flooding into her mouth.
Jackie was not yet ready for her own orgasm: the skilled tongue working on her sensitive clitoris had done wonders for her, but the pain of the spike-horse had not yet been overcome-Nor did she come when Nils was straddling her body-though it was clear, from her quickening 'Mmmmms!' as she sucked busily at his prick, that she was beginning to experience pleasure: and as he exploded in a mighty orgasm, we saw her head come off the couch, as if anxious not to let him escape from the soft trap of her pretty mouth.
It was a different story when Tom Bright was on her-Now she was 'sharing an experience', and it was obvious to us all that she was ready to surrender-In our box, Janice and I frigged each other deliciously as we watched the build-up-till finally she went over the edge, with the Black Ghost on the roving close-up camera giving us a magnificent picture of the pretty arsehole biting rhythmically at Tom's deep-thrust forefinger-
Poor Neil Fraser's turn was almost an anti-climax: the lovely body just lay there underneath him, and when he came, she made no attempt to suck him dry, or tease him with her tongue-she merely swallowed him mechanically, almost as though he were some natural phenomenon like saliva, and not a man spurting his maleness into her mouth while he sucked urgently at her cunt and clitoris-
Cora seemed somewhat displeased by the redhead's satisfying orgasm with Tom Bright: clearly, she took the view that Jackie was not there to enjoy herself! The matter was soon rectified, however, when the Squad 'hung her out to dry' at the end of the four-fold 69: this time, they unstrapped her arms before suspending her in X position-but on her side now, so that she was hanging from her left wrist and ankle, facing us, with her right wrist and ankle pulled down to ring-bolts in the floor.
In this uncomfortable and undignified position, she was an easy prey to Cora's savage whims-The latter made a stirring picture as she advanced on the unhappy call-girl, a small scourge of thin knotted cords in her hand-Then--Thwtt! Phwatt! Phwtt!'-Cora's firm breasts swung back and forth enticingly as three vicious blows whistled home into the open crotch, to land on tender thighs and swollen cunt, so that Jackie screamed full-throated in her agony-Cora's nostrils flared at the sound, and she smiled in pleasure: then she thrust the smooth wooden handle of the scourge deep into Jackie's helpless quim, and turned away-Diana's turn had come-
Cora grinned appreciatively at the sight of the little blonde held her 'deep-kneel' position by the spreader, and almost cooing now under the ministrations of the captive mouse-Swiftly, she released the waist-belt and withdrew the little metal capsule from the blonde-haired cunt. A trickle of Diana's juices seeped down her thighs in mute testimony of the mouses' beneficial effect: and again, this seemed to displease her mistress-for once again, the trim butt was visited by the 'Phwock! Phwock! Phwock!' of the rubber thongs, drawing three answering screams from the helpless captive.
Then Cora beckoned to Chang; and the huge Chinese Colossus shed his loin-cloth and padded forward towards his prey-Diana's 'deep-kneel' position offered her as advantageously as a man could wish: she was all moist from her titillation by the mouse: and-as we had seen from the size of the dildo used upon her at the start-she was a big-cunted woman, anyway-Thus Chang's huge weapon slid into her vagina easily enough, till the great mushroom head butted up against her womb. He 'stopped off' the spare four inches of his prick, setting his grip so that the knuckle of his forefinger would thud against the little clitoris-and away he went-I've told you many times what Chang's rapes are like, so you won't want details once again-but I must say it's a long time since we've seen such an energetic orgasm as the little call-girl showed us, all scrunched up at the end of the Chinaman's huge prick, and screaming in ecstasy with a curious sort of yelping note that encouraged several of the audience to get very personal with their partners--!
Chang seemed almost reluctant to withdraw from Diana's brimming cunt. It was rare for him to find a woman who could take him without a lot of pain, or a tiresome wait while her tense vagina slowly expanded round his huge iron-hard prick: and the feel of the lovely call-girl's cunt gripping at his big mushroom head had been very much to his liking-Poor Chang often bewails his lot: despite the prurient tales of the pornographer, there are manifest disadvantages in a prick so large that one woman in three simply cannot accommodate you at all, and so long that you can never ram it satisfyingly home into an eager cunt, till bush grinds beautifully on bush-
'The show must go on,' however and Chang is too good a trouper to let his personal wishes interfere. He left the limp little body with audible 'Schlop!', and we could see the mingled spunk and juices leaking slowly from the well-fucked cunt. Diana was finding-as many others have done-that a rape by Chang, with its inevitable outcome of absolute total orgasm, is a highly exhausting procedure: she was lying almost in a semi-coma, still held by the spreader-bar in the utterly revealing 'deep-kneel' position. She was brought back to reality in brutal fashion, when her Squad installed her in the nettle-bath-
The nettle-bath is a shallow box affair, curiously wide for its length-indeed, almost square. There are slots cut in the bottom end, quite wide apart: these are for the victim's feet-Similar slots in the top end take her hands, and a big central one accommodates her neck. Hasps come down across these slots, so that, once inside, the wrist or ankle cannot be withdrawn-the slots are too narrow to allow the hand or foot to slip through). The bath is lined with nettles, loosely packed-Place your girl in it, on her back; stretch her out till wrists and ankles slip into the slots; spread a blanket of nettles over armpits); then clip three broad webbing bands her-packing it especially thick at crotch and across, at knees and groin and breasts, to keep things nice and firm-and there you have the nettle-bath, a nice device that makes the victim feel she is being bathed in liquid fire from head to foot. Diana certainly seemed to find it not quite to her liking; for she was shrieking her discomfort at the top of her voice all through poor Jackie's next little episode with Heinz: and we needed no TV camera to see the constant futile flailing of the slim hands and feet poking out at either end of the nettle-bath-
Once again, the redhead's turn had come under Heinz' supervision, her Squad released her from her uncomfortable aerial 'sideways-spread', being careful not to dislodge the scourge-handle from her cunt. Then they installed her on her couch in 'deep-kneel' position, using the spreader-bar so recently quitted by the little blonde. The close-up camera gave us a fascinating picture of the big smooth handle protruding from the mouth of her distended vagina, with the six. thin knotted cords hanging down between her parted thighs.
Heinz bowed formally to Cora, as if reporting 'Mission completed': her brief nod gave him permission to proceed-He seized the cords of the scourge and tugged sharply, drawing the handle from Jackie's vagina with a sudden 'Schlop!' that sounded quite delightful over the PA system. Then he rubbed the length of the handle up and down several times along her parted crack, to remove the slimy secretions left by its sojourn in her cunt: this done, he grasped the scourge firmly in his hand, and raised his arm-
Five strokes exploded-Phwtt! Phwtt! Phwtt!-against her quivering left thigh, rising in measured steps from mid-thigh to tight-stretched buttock. Inevitably, on the last two strokes the knotted cord-ends bit viciously into the unprotected cunt, so that Jackie screamed aloud in agony-Then Heinz changed hands, and moved over to her right side, to repeat his performance left-handed on her other thigh.
The desperate shrieks caused by the last two strokes arriving 'Phwtt!' upon her tender quim were still echoing in our ears as Heinz buggered his lovely victim. Again, you will not wish me to describe the act in detail-The slow, relentless penetration by the long firm rod; the maddening frigging of the defenseless clitoris; the sudden reaming as the tormented arsehole starts dancing to the rhythm of the orgasm-all these are more than familiar to Heinz' circle of admirers-Heinz himself has defined the acme of sadistic joy as 'the slow, thorough buggery of the well-whipped butt of a beautiful naked girl in bondage'-and that was what we saw.
But I think you will be more than interested in the novel little torture they had thought up for poor Jackie in her 'waiting-period', while they next put Diana through her paces-As Heinz withdrew from the trim little red-lined arsehole, Cora stepped forward. On her right hand was a rubber glove: and held delicately between thumb and forefinger was one large, fresh nettle-leaf, its little stinging hairs shimmering silver on the TV screen as the Black Ghost gave us an excellent close-up view-Heinz used both hands to hold the puckered anus open: then Cora tucked the cruel stinging leaf half an inch into Jackie's hole-
Now this is a most shattering experience-I know, because I've tried it! (I don't like to do things to Janice without knowing what the effect will be). First of all, there's a terrible crippling pain in your ring: you can't even contract yourself, it's so agonizing-all you can do is lie there and suffer-Half the time you know you've been buggered with a red-hot poker: and the other half, you're certain there's a dagger of ice up your butt-After about five minutes, the pain eases off a bit, and you can actually contract your arsehole again-though it's not advisable, from a comfort point of view! In another few minutes, the actual pain disappears, but now comes the most frightful itching, so that you simply have to keep your ring in constant motion-(when I tried it, I was simulating bondage conditions, and wouldn't let myself scratch). Oh yes, I can assure you, from personal experience, that this is a very teasing little punishment!
So I was quite delighted to see Cora poke the big green leaf down in Jackie's open arsehole-And as the redhead's gasps grew into groans, and then shrieks, I drew a rubber glove on, plucked a tasty leaf from one of the nettle-birches in our cupboard, and beckoned Janice over to me-
Onstage, Diana's Squatimen were moving over to the nettle-bath-
Diana's next little episode was not in fact too difficult-setting aside the humiliation involved in being publicly 'sandwiched' by two complete strangers. From our point of view out in the audience, her performance was highly satisfactory: and even the most critical of judges must have marked her 9 I/2 out of 10 for effort-
When her Squad removed her from the nettle-bath, she was delicious lobster-red all over, and almost beside herself from the irritation caused by the wicked nettle-rash, which seemed to have made her body swell uniformly one size larger. Her one wish, of course, was to scratch herself furiously from top to toe: but naturally this could not be allowed, and the first thing the Squatimen did was strap her arms behind her, wrists to elbows, as before. Thus, when they mounted her in 'deep-kneel' position on Michel's big prick, and Art Gilpin took her in the butt, she worked her burning little body desperately against those of her two possessors-not from any sexual motives, but simply in an effort to relieve the terrible itching that was driving her almost out of her mind. Whatever her motives, the actual result was quite delightful-both to the spectators, and to Art and Michel, who were happy to remain quite still and leave all the work to the frantic little blonde impaled upon ;heir pricks-
To no one's great surprise, the out come was an orgasm of monumental proportions, the two men groaning happily as they came in streams deep in the writhing little body, and Diana herself shouting hoarsely as the waves of ecstasy being generated in her cunt and arsehole spread deliciously over the whole of her nervous system-
Once again, Cora had no intention of letting her erring call-girls forget that they were there to be punished-Her scenario for Diana's 'waiting-period' was diabolically apt, bearing in mind that the little blonde was constantly writhing and shimmying, like some drunken hula-dancer, in an effort to assuage the itching of her nettle-reddened body-An arsehole-dildo of noble proportions was inserted in her body, and pushed home so that the base was almost flush with Diana's anus: in this base was an eyelet, carrying a wire-which was led upwards inside her crack, between her twitching buttocks, and up over a pulley in the flies. On its downward run, the wire terminated in a Y-shaped yoke, each arm of which bore a little screw-clamp with rubber-padded jaws: these the Squatimen affixed to Diana's tender nipples, screwing the clamps down till the little coral buds of flesh were trapped within the rubber jaws beyond all possibility of escape. Then the pulley was raised, until the pretty tits were pulled painfully upwards at the front, while at the back the big dildo pressed uncomfortably into her rectum: and Diana found herself standing on her tiptoes-and standing very still, for she had been jacked up so far that any movement brought a stab of pain to her martyred nipples-As the full horror of her position struck her, she screamed in futile protest-But already the focus of attention had passed temporarily to pretty Jackie, with her itching arsehole-
Cora told me later that she had had no intention of whipping the unfortunate redhead at this juncture-"But she looked so helpless" she explained, "I just had to do something to her!" At the time, of course, we had no suspicion that the incident was impromptu: all we knew was that Jackie's butt looked even more attractive after Cora had laced six red stripes across it with a light leather thong. Then the sobbing girl was release from her spreader-bar; her arms were strapped behind her once again; and she was set kneeling on the floor in front of Chang-
Sucking off Chang's mighty prick is a frightening assignment at the best of times: and to someone who has never met him before, it must be simply terrifying-Somewhat to our surprise, Jackie went at it with a will: possibly she wished to avoid further punishment-(both girls had been pretty firmly dealt with during the evening:) who knows?-perhaps she had a thing about huge Chinese with outsize pricks-Whatever her reasons, she gave us a most satisfying performance: we watched fascinated as her mouth opened wide to engulf the huge mushroom-shaped knob: and then she went to work with a will, moving her head from side to side as she tongued the big gobbet of flesh, so that her breasts bobbed and swayed entrancingly.
All too soon we heard Chang rumble at the back of his throat: then his hand went out to the mop of red hair, mastering her so that she could no longer withdraw her head-And then he was coming in great streams, filling her mouth with his hot spunk so that she was hard put to it to avoid choking as she swallowed desperately, with little driblets running out at the corners of her mouth-
By Club standards, she had done very well: and I almost felt a twinge of pity for her as her Squad carried her, shouting and struggling, over to the nettle-bath for her 'waiting-period'-Soon she was nicely 'tucked in for the night,' with the fresh green nettles everywhere in contact with her naked body: and for a while her frantic shouting drowned out all other sounds-
Her misery meant temporary relief for Diana, who was now released from her painful 'tit-yoke' and carried over to her couch for a fourfold 69 with her eager Squad-who so far had only had her once, and were obviously more than ready to enjoy her naked body for the second time-
Diana had already come four times, and was therefore slow in her reactions. First Michel, then Art straddled the little body-(less fiery-looking now, as the nettle-rash started to die away)-and came copiously into her submissive mouth: but strive as they might with tongue and fingers working diligently on the wide-spread cunt, they could obtain no response from the exhausted blonde. When The Twins took their turns, it was interesting to note that Diana's racialism had disappeared-she was at the stage where any prick was unwelcome and she had ceased to care whether it was white or black or parti-colored-
She had to yield at last-it was hardly possible to withstand the cumulative effects of the four expert tonguings: and she was already beginning to react when the first of the big Negroes nearly choked her with his monster spend-Then the other Twin took post, and drove a cunning thumb and forefinger into cunt and arsehole, to massage the sensitive dividing membrane in between-With a long-drawn-out 'Mmmmm-mm!' of pleasure, the little blonde gave herself up to her orgasm: and for a long moment the two bodies jerked and shuddered in unison as they spent deliriously-
CHAPTER FOUR
Alas, poor Diana! Her catalogue of woes was not yet over-Her four big Squatimen gathered round her as she lay gently panting on her couch, recovering from the exhausting orgasm induced by the skillful tongue and fingers of Hank-or was it Bud?). She was powerless to resist, with her arms strapped behind her-(even had she been free, what chance would she have stood against the four men-tough, athletic, and well hopped-up with Spanish Fly?): and her struggles were completely ineffectual as she was borne off in their arms to the back of the stage, where the innocent-looking spike horse was awaiting her-
She looked quite divine as they sat her astride the smooth leather top, and pulled her legs apart. In our box, I sat down on the edge of our couch, and made Janice assume the same position on my slightly-parted thighs-though of course there was only one spoke sticking up from the surface to tease her widespread cunt! When she was properly impaled, we settled down to watch the fun onstage-
Diana's ankles had now been shackled to the ringbolts in the floor: the cords were taut, so that there was no possibility of her exerting a knee-grip to help support her weight-she must rest fair and square upon the 'saddle', with her body pressing down on cunt and inner thigh and under buttock. The Black Ghost gave us a delicious picture of the slim thighs spreading outwards from the golden bush, with just a suspicion of the soft red flesh between the parted lips-Then the camera's eye moved up, to linger on the coral nipples, all bruised and swollen from the 'tit-yoke's' cruel bite-
Then Art Gilpin turned the crank-handle, and the wicked little spikes came slowly through the surface of the leather-Diana had, of course, been screaming out her futile pleas for mercy ever since she had realized she was to undergo the torture of the spikes: but when the sharp steel teeth actually began to bite at her tender flesh-why, then we really heard her!
But it was time for her to yield the limelight to her sister in tribulation: and her Squad withdrew to the background, leaving her to scream in solitude-
Jackie was babbling incoherently as they released her from the nettle-bath. She went immediately into a wild impromptu dervish-dance, writhing and twisting under the wicked irritation of the nettle-stings so that her Squad had trouble in securing her arms behind her back, to deny her the relief of scratching. Her whole body looked somehow bloated: and I found myself wondering if the nettle-poison had a stronger effect than normal on a redhead-for we all know that redheads have great trouble with the sun's actinic rays: there's something missing in their skin, isn't there?, and they never take a proper tan: so it's at least possible that they could have a stronger reaction to a nettle-sting than other people-
Once again we had an example of the excellent aphrodisiac qualities of the nettle-bath-Jackie was due to have a 'threesome:' and as they knelt her down astride Tom Bright, and fed his big prick into her nettle-swollen cunt, she started rubbing her body up and down against his hairy chest, in an attempt to relieve the itching of her breasts. Then Neil's long cock disappeared slowly into her butt-hole: and immediately she started wriggling her pelvis, so that her scarlet buttocks might obtain the benefit of being rubbed against his scratchy bush. The general effect was very sexy to watch, and of course the men found it delightful to have the lovely naked body squirming about amorously against their own-
She seemed a bit disconcerted when Peter Cooke jumped up to kneel upright astride Tom's head, thrusting his pelvis forward so that his big stiff prick poked impudently towards her face: but her resistance collapsed at once when Cora threatened her with a half-hour session on the spike-horse, and within seconds she was sucking away for dear life. She was rewarded in due course with a gullet-full of hot spunk-which she had perforce to swallow, since Peter's big hand was twined in her hair, so that she could not withdraw her head. Then the other two pricks exploded deep inside her body: and with a long, rising 'Nnnng!' of pleasure escaping round the gag of Peter's cock, she herself went into a delightful energetic orgasm that left her panting amid the rutting males-
As usual, Cora seemed somewhat put out at the thought that one of the girls might have been enjoying herself, however briefly-With almost indecent haste, she had the Squad put the unhappy redhead in position for the next 'waiting-period': and before Jackie had properly recovered from her spend, she found herself hanging by the ankles from a long spreader-bar suspended from the flies, which held her open quite indecently and far wider than was comfortable-
The vulnerability of her position was soon brought home to her; for Cora took the little scourge of knotted cords and sent three shrewd blows whistling down onto each soft, unprotected inner thigh, drawing half a dozen answering shrieks of pain. Then the final touch was added-The 'tit-yoke' was affixed to the firm, nettle-reddened breasts, pinching the nipples in its cruel jaws: then the wire was fastened to a ring-bolt in the floor, being drawn taut till Jackie's breasts were drawn out into painful pear-shaped cones: and now she found that no longer could she writhe and twist, to soothe the nettles' itch-the slightest movement visited her poor captive nipples with a shocking stab of pain-
And so they left her, sobbing bitterly as she hung upside down in agonized discomfort: for now it was Diana's turn-
The little blonde's eyes were red with tears as Cora and her Squatimen gathered round her: but she was almost ready to welcome them with a smile, so great was her relief at what she imagined was the end of her present agony-Anything that they proposed to do to her must surely be less terrible than her present torment on the wicked spikes now martyring the very centre of her being-
But what was this? The Squatimen were placing two sturdy stools, one on either side of the horse, about a foot forward of her body-And here was Chang, discarding his loin-cloth as he stepped forward, his great prick standing iron-hard past his navel-He stepped up onto one stool, and threw his leg over the horse to place his foot upon the other, so that he was standing straddling the horse. He leaned forward slightly: and Diana suddenly realized to her horror, that she was mean to suck him off-just as she was, still martyred on the spike, with no relief-Her pretty mouth opened wide in a scream of desperation: but before she could escape, Chang's huge hand was behind her head, and his great knob was in her mouth-
Diana very soon found that she dare not move her head to and fro along the mighty shaft, to suck him off in the normally-accepted way-The nodding movement made her body rock slightly, with the result that she pivoted upon the pad of spikes pressing into her cunt and inner thighs, so that she almost fainted with the pain. She was thus reduced to licking him industriously with her tongue, and nuzzling him with her lips: and a highly delightful picture she made on the close-up screen, her brow furrowed in concentration above her pain-filled eyes, and her pretty mouth stretched open wide, now pushed forward so that her lips could tease the sensitive ridge at the base of Chang's big glans, now pulled back to let the little red tongue lap vigorously around the dark-red knob, all glistening with her saliva-
Chang had pity on her, and held his huge prick steady with his free hand, so that she did not have to chase it to and fro, as might well have been the case with someone less kindly natured. Furthermore, the big Chinaman felt nicely randy at the memory of his previous fuck with Diana, when she had been held open by the spreader-bar: so he allowed himself to be brought to orgasm with the minimum of delay-We heard him growl at the back of his throat: then the huge body stiffened, and the Black Ghost gave us a delightful picture of the big firm buttocks contracting rhythmically as he came-Then the picture shifted to Diana's face, eyes closed in concentration as she swallowed and swallowed mechanically, striving desperately not to choke on the great surge of hot spunk flooding into her mouth-
At last he left her, stepping down from the two stools with a sigh of contentment. The little body was quivering with mingled pain and exhaustion now, and Diana sobbed piteously as she faced another spell of unknown duration upon the horrid spikes-
Cora visited the equipment-cupboard, then went over to the motionless figure of Jackie, spread-eagled upside down. The pretty redhead cried out in protest as Cora showed her what was in her hand: then the close-up camera gave us an intimate preview of Jackie's next 'assignment'-Cora was holding two dildoes: but these were 'dildoes with a difference'-One was a slim arsehole dildo, nine inches long, fashioned out of knobbly bamboo: and nobody could possibly believe that its insertion in a tender arsehole could be anything but unpleasant-The other looked, at first glance, to be an ordinary dildo, of a good working size: but suddenly we saw that it carried extra adornments, in the shape of four round-headed wooden pegs, set evenly round the circumference of the dildo up near the head, and sticking out a good quarter of an inch or more from the surface-
In our box, I had been doing 'carezza' with Janice ever since they put Diana on the spike-horse: she was just sitting there, with my prick up her cunt, and neither of us moving-Now, when I pictured Cora working the two dildoes in and out of Jackie's body, I felt the time was ripe-In preparation, I pushed my tongue into Janice's little ear, and fingered her nipples till they went hard as pebbles: she brought her head round to mine for a long French kiss, and as the action started on the stage, so we in our box began gently working on each other-
The Black Ghost's camera-work was perfect as Cora slipped the knobbly arsehole-dildo in-I'll swear the close-up screen showed us every single time that Jackie's hole changed shape as the little knobs went in! The poor girl was suffering dreadfully from the pull of the 'tit-yoke' on her nipples: and I shuddered to think what would happen when the two dildoes sent her into orgasm-for there was no doubt that the peg-dildo, with its intimate scraping action up near the womb, like four disembodied finger-tips at work inside her sensitive vagina, would make her come in streams. (Cora, of course, had realized this herself; though severe, she was in no way savage: and we found out later that she had arranged for Jackie and her spreader-bar to be eased down a vital inch just before she came.)
I'm afraid we missed the actual climax-The sound of Jackie's cries as the two dildoes moved up and down her sensitive passages in Cora's skillfull hands, and the close-up pictures of her cunt and arsehole continually changing shape, were altogether too much for us, and we were off visiting Cloud Nine when she burst into her fifth orgasm of the evening-When we finally came to the surface, Cora had moved away, leaving her still doing her 'flying trapeze' act-but now with the two dildoes sticking out of her cunt and arsehole-
Diana almost collapsed from sheer relief when her Squad released her, at long last, from her painful vigil on the spike-horse. She had spent two whole 'waiting-periods' on the horse, and not unnaturally was in somewhat poorish shape. The whole 'target area' was crisscrossed with tiny little rivulets of blood, some dried, some fresh, were incautious movement on her part had opened up some insignificant pin-prick, to let a bead of blood well out-But the Squatimen soon had things back to normal: they put her on her back on her couch and spread her legs apart, then sponged her gently all over with a cloth soaked in an astringent solution, which cleaned her up and sealed off any little open cuts-
The unhappy blonde cried out bitterly at the sharp sting of the astringent on her poor sensitive flesh: but she cried out even more when they readied her for her next ordeal-though in point of the fact there was no real pain attached to it. She was already lying on her back, with her butt at the edge of the couch, and her legs being held up so that the Squad could sponge her-In this position, she was an easy prey when Michel stepped forward and slowly drove his prick into her arsehole, holding her legs vertical up the front of his body. Then each Twin in turn knelt over her face, dropping his loins so that his stiff black prick poked urgently against her pretty mouth-
At first, she showed reluctance, turning her head aside with a cry of protest: but Cora put a stop to that with four sharp strokes from the scourge of knotted cords, which she sent whistling down onto the defenseless breasts with the words-"Suck! That! Prick! Fast!"-after which Diana was only too ready to comply, gobbling furiously at first one, then the other of the two black cocks till they discharged copiously into her mouth-Meanwhile, down at the other end of the little body, Michel was pleasuring himself deliciously within the warm, tight rectum: and as the second Twin exploded with a great groan of pleasure, we saw the big French-Canadian press forward into the naked body with a hiss of indrawn breath, to join his fellow Squadman in a powerful orgasm that flooded two of Diana's three orifices simultaneously-
Now the pattern of events underwent a sudden change. Hitherto, as each girl had been dealt with, she had been set aside to wait, in highly painful circumstances, until her turn came round again. But this time, when Diana had finished sucking off The Twins, she was allowed to stay quietly on the couch, while Jackie was being released from her 'flying trapeze'-(and a very pretty picture that made, with the two dildoes being drawn slowly out of their hiding-places, and then the poor little nipples, all squashed and purple!)
Then Nils lay down on Jackie's couch, his big prick firm and rigid: then the other Squatimen took the trembling redhead and laid her face down on top of him, so that they lay belly to belly. Willing hands spread her legs, and the stiff cock vanished slowly into the open cunt: then Nils brought his legs up between poor Jackie's parted thighs, hooking his heels over the backs of her calves, so that her legs were trapped beneath his. Slowly, the big Swede forced his legs apart-and Jackie found her self being opened wider and wider, so that the big prick sank deeper into her vagina: and at the same time the opening of her legs made her cock her butt up in the air-
On the other couch, Diana was receiving the same treatment, with Art Gilpin as the 'anchorman': and the close-up screen made pleasant watching as we were treated to the intimate details of the penetration of the pretty cunt, still angry red from its painful sojourn on the spike-horse-I found my fingers running up and down Janice's moist slit as we watched the blonde-fringed cunt-lips changing shape under the pressure of Art's dark-red glans.
When both girls were properly mounted, two Squatimen took post at each couch, their hands on the slim waist of their victim, ready to drive her helpless body up and down the raping prick. The fourth man stood at the foot of the couch: his task was to tickle the soles of the naked feet, to intensify the pleasure-sensations of the coming fuck-
Then Heinz and Cora stepped forward: and there was a splatter of applause from the audience-Each was carrying a long, slim, whippy cane: and I was fairly certain that the two girls were to be whipped in orgasm-(this being one of Heinz's favorite tricks.) Cora went over to Diana's couch, and amused herself by flexing the long cane in her two hands in front of the little blonde's terror-stricken face: then she ran the end of the cane lightly along the parted crack between the two delicious buttocks, till Diana shuddered and cried out in anticipation of the coming torment-Jackie was equally distraught when Heinz showed her 'her' cane: his cat-and-mouse tactics were even more menacing than Cora's-he bounced the cruel weapon lightly up and down several times on her quivering buttocks as if to point out the target that alas! was all too clear to her already-
Both girls were weeping freely when Cora gave the signal to set the two bodies in motion up and down the intruding cocks of Nils and Art. Suddenly, they seemed to have abandoned any show of resistance; and I think it was now becoming clear to everyone that the exciting punishment of the two erring call-girls was almost at an end-By now each had had five splendid orgasms-which, not surprisingly, had seriously sapped her strength: and each of them was finding that two hours of unremitting pain had left her physically exhausted(I trust Janice's judgment in these matters: and she confirms that pain does do this-a session on the spike-horse, for example, with legs staked out wide so that a knee-grip is impossible, leaves one absolutely tired out and ready to collapse.) Certainly the two girls themselves gave no indication that they expected to be around much longer-
They continued to sob quietly and monotonously, like little children who have cried too long, as their Squatimen sent them shuttling up and down the raping pricks-Nils in Jackie's cunt, and Art Gilpin in Diana's. Occasionally one would cry out in anguished protest as a twist of the head gave her a glimpse of Nemesis waiting by her tender, throbbing butt-'Nemesis' being Heinz in the case of Jackie, and Cora for Diana: each victim shuddered at the thought of the thin whippy cane flashing down to bite into her naked flesh as she went into the orgasm which she was powerless to avoid-
Michel's long sensitive fingers probed gently into the cleft of Diana's up-thrust butt, to tickle maddeningly at the little arsehole, till the unhappy blonde groaned in anguish as she felt herself driven perilously near the brink of orgasm-
But it was Jackie who started creaming first. Neil Fraser's delicate 'spider-crawl' on the soles of her feet and the backs of her well-whipped thighs had had a highly sensuous effect upon the pretty redhead: and now, with a despairing wail which turned into a thin scream as Heinz' cane came into play, she burst into her sixth orgasm of the evening-Then Diana followed suit-and Michel was hard put to it to snatch his hand away in time, as Cora's cane came flashing down to land with a satisfying 'Phwtt!' across the scarlet globes-
The Squatimen kept the screaming girls shuttling relentlessly to and fro, in order that their orgasms should be prolonged to the maximum: and the close-up screen showed us how desperately the tormented victims were struggling in their attempts to escape from their executioners-Both Heinz and Cora had accepted that this would be the final act: and neither of them was showing any mercy-For almost half a minute, the thin canes were falling 'Phwtt! Phwtt!' across the naked arses, till each girl had received some two dozen cruel strokes. There was no pretence now of ending the torment when the victim stopped spending: this was 'the pay-off'-and the punishment went on as planned, till both girls could scream no longer, and lapsed into the silence of pain-induced unconsciousness, so that mercifully they were spared the biting pain of the last half-dozen strokes across their swollen martyred buttocks-
At last Cora cried a halt: and she and Heinz stepped back to admire their handiwork. Two dozen strokes at full strength from a thin cane on naked flesh are no light punishment: and the two arses had been left in pitiable condition: little rivulets of blood were trickling from at least half a dozen places where the skin had been broken: and it was obvious that neither girl would ply her trade for several days to come-
Nils and Art disentangled themselves from the two inert bodies: then both Squads moved forward to cart the unconscious victims off to be revived by Fanny-
CHAPTER FIVE
And now The Specialist Club was treated to a most delightful and entirely unexpected bonus-As the two unconscious call-girls were being removed from the stage, members had started relaxing in their boxes: the spectacle was over-now it was time for a friendly fuck with one's partner, or a satisfying 69-or even some intimate sadism, if one felt so inclined-Suddenly Cora's voice was heard, as she stepped down to the front of the stage-"Now, if members will permit me, I would like to say thank you to you all in my own way". There was a concerted 'Oh!' of surprise as her hands went down to the little striped loin-cloth: then she was standing there naked, quite unconcerned by the admiring glances from stage and auditorium. She turned, and nodded briefly to Heinz as she made her way over to one of the couches; then she knelt down, facing three-quarters away from the audience. Her knees parted: and the firm, tanned torso bent forward, and down-down, till the shoulders lay flat on the surface of the couch: then she dropped her waist-Cora's butt was now jutting magnificently into the air, tightly bent and wide open to the fullest possible extent: the close-up cameraman hastened to profit by this unparalleled opportunity, and we caught our breath as the close-up screen showed us the lovely black-hushed quim in intimate detail, moist and inviting between the parted thighs, and above it the half-open brown circle of the butt-hole-
Then Heinz stepped forward-His three orgasms had in no wise 'killed' the effect of the Spanish Fly: and in any case, the sight of Cora's freely-proffered sexual quarters was enough to raise a cockstand on a statue: so his long rod was stiff and twitching as he quickly greased himself. Then we all held our breath as we watched the close-up screen, where the glistening red knob was moving purposefully to wards the little arsehole-
Heinz told us afterwards that he had never met such expertise-"I heard her breathe in deeply as my prick made contact", he said. "Then she stiffened all over, very briefly, and her arsehole seemed to open right up: she jerked back sharply-and my God! I was in her, right up to the hilt, before I even knew it. And then she slammed the door on me, and nipped me tight, all the way up, so that if felt just like a virgin 16-year-old arsehole-I tell you, she's a really remarkable woman!"
But Heinz himself is no slouch, of course: and he's not about to be overawed by any woman-certainly not when he's six inches up her arsehole! Once she's let herself get into that position, no matter who she is, she gets what's coming to her-So his hand went round and in and onto her clitoris, just the same as usual, and there was Madam Cora being frigged nicely, exactly the same as her two naughty girls had been!
But there was a difference, none the less-and Heinz soon found out what it was! As the delicious waves of pleasure began to build up round her sensitive little button, Cora started 'shimmying' back and forth along Heinz' intruding rod-swift little half-inch strokes that soon had him gasping in ecstasy. In a word, our honoured guest had no intention of allowing Heinz to 'take command of her' in his usual fashion: she would lend him her arsehole-yes: but she was making it clear that it was to be a joint performance, between equals-
Neither of them could hold out long, of course: and within the minute we were treated to the exquisite spectacle of Madam Cora in her orgasm-I think no one was surprised to find that she maintained her dignity, even when she was spending furiously-We saw her eyes close, and her mouth open into a perfect O: then her fingers clutched sharply at the couch, and we heard her murmur 'Oh! Oh! Oh!'-quite softly, with a delightful quaver in her voice-It was a different story at the other end, however: there, her loins were whipping furiously to and fro, so that Heinz felt that his cock must be snapped off at the root: and she was bucking back and forth on his impaling rod, so that he found himself pumping his spunk out in great jets as she drained him dry: and we could hear the sobbing gasps of ecstasy forcing their way past his clenched teeth-
When they separated, Cora was flushed a deep pink all over, and the creamy juice was seeping slowly down her slim quivering thighs. Someone from the Action Squad ran forward with a towel: someone else darted into the wings, to reappear a moment later with a foaming glass of champagne: and for a little while she took her ease, sipping her drink and chatting quietly with old Heinz, while we wondered vaguely why the curtains stayed undrawn-
We soon found out-When her glass was empty, she handed it to Heinz: then a little smile played over her face, and she crooked a finger at the huge figure of Chang, standing impassively in the background: as he moved slowly forward to the couch she lay back from her seated position at the edge: then her legs went up, and opened-
The thought of the coming spectacle, as Chang raped our pretty guest, had made my prick iron-hard. I put Janice on her hands and knees, facing the stage, and slowly, gently, buggered her to the hilt, my prick entering her arsehole simultaneously with Chang's, onstage, sinking slowly into Cora's cunt.
Again, our pretty guest displayed a marked dignity, as the huge Chinese possessed her small slim body: the elastic ring of her vagina was of course stretched to the limit by Chang's great mushroom of a knob: and there could be no doubt that she was feeling his entry very vividly-no woman alive could boast indifference as that terrible weapon plumbed her cunt!-But all we could hear was a slight panting in her breathing; and towards the end, when he was almost at the entrance to her womb, she murmured 'Oh! Oh!' again, as she had done with Heinz-
Then Chang's big hand went down, to form a protective buffer round the unswallowed four inches of his cock: this would ensure that he could not ream her deeper than her cunt could stand-He shifted his grip slightly, so that the knuckle of his thumb would thud into her clitoris at the end of every stroke. Then he was off, in a steady, sturdy in-and-out that had the breath whistling through Cora's nostrils, and set my prick shuttling to and fro in Janice's tightly-clinging rectum in time with the mighty shaft fucking the lovely naked body on the stage-
Even Cora's expertise was little protection against the mighty Chang: and-as so many before and after her-she burst into orgasm before he was halfway there himself-It was clear to us, watching fascinated from our boxes, that the huge Chinese had really mastered her: there was urgency in her quavering cries of 'Oh! Oh!'-(louder now; and the dignity was wearing very thin-): and the slim feet crossed high up on the broad back were flailing aimlessly as she came, the toes alternately opening widespread and extended, then curling under, bunched quivering together-Cora was really spending now: and once again the thought came to me that she must have been a perfect lay when she was a call-girl-
She finished her orgasm-to find that Chang was still inside her-and still reaming her unconcernedly. We heard her gasp: then she must have taken some sort of a decision; for to our delight we saw her begin to counter the steady thrusts of the hugs rod that was pulling the lips of her pretty cunt out into a delightful pout on every out-stroke. Her magnificent loins started humping upwards, with a little circular wriggle to them that soon had Chang gasping 'Hah!' as the tight sheath of her vagina corkscrewed round the sensitive head of his mighty prick. Both bodies were perspiring freely now, as the tempo of the monumental fuck quickened: and it was soon clear that that Cora was forcing her huge ravisher nearer and nearer to the brink-But she was not escaping unscathed: almost every in stroke of the enormous rod was drawing a gasping 'Oh!' from her now, as she felt the cumulative effect of the thumb thudding home against her naked clitoris.
Up in our box, Janice and I were teetering on the edge ourselves-I had been frigging her almost automatically as we watched the delicious spectacle onstage: and the intermittent twitching and contractions of her arsehole had me dangerously close to ejaculation. Both of us knew that when Chang and Cora came, we ourselves would spend copiously in sympathy. Release was not long delayedShouting incoherently, Cora burst into an orgasm of terrifying intensity that had her naked perspiring body flopping about on the couch like soms big golden-skinned fish twisting in the net. But this was in no wise Chang's usual one-sided victory, where his victim would perhaps have fainted, while he himself was grunting 'Unh! Unh! Unh! in almost contemplative fashion as he came-Even though Cora's dignity had been thrown to the winds as she writhed in ecstasy on the mighty prick, she had still managed to do what no Club member had yet dona-and that was share with Chang, and make him spend with her, rather than merely in her-The
Specialist Club had never yet heard our big Chinese 'executioner of women' bellowing in ecstasy as he was now doing on our stage, massive head thrown back and huge torso shuddering as he reveled in the intensity of the sensations flowing through his body from the focal point of the big sensitive glans being massaged by Cora's madly-working cunt. Chang had in fact been forced into a draw: and this fact alone earned Cora a thundering ovation from the audience when finally he withdrew from her and left her lying limp and panting on the couch, all soaked with sweat and leaking spunk in big viscous gobs that coalesced into a pool beneath her crotch.
Alas! Janice and I were in no shape to join the chorus of congratulations-inflamed beyond all bearing by the magnificent rut upon the stage, we had gone whirling off into an orgasm of our own, in which my groans of ecstasy joined with my darling's high-pitched 'Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!' as we shuddered in unison-At last I could stand no more, and fell slowly forward, driving the slim naked body before me, still jerking in its spend: then Janice collapsed beneath me, her fall pulling my limp prick roughly from her arsehole so that we both hissed at the sudden sensation: and thus we lay, oblivious to everything except the beauty of our bodies' urgent coupling-
When we recovered, we found that Cora was ahead of us-Squatimen had mopped the lovely body dry, and plied her with champagne: and now she was strolling back and forth, chatting quietly with one or other of her new-found friends. Suddenly she stepped forward and addressed us once again
-'Ladies and gentlemen! As a finale for this evening which has brought me so much pleasure, I shall attempt something quite impromptu, which has just come to my mind. Please bear with us if it looks unrehearsed-I can assure you that it is!" Then, as we watched, an unbelievable spectacle was unfolded on our stage-
First, Cora called The Twins aside and whispered to them briefly: we saw them grin widely as they nodded acquiescence to her instructions-Next, she seemed to be carrying out some form of 'prick inspection', at the end of which Neil Fraser and Art Gilpin were paired off and ushered to one side. Then Nils was teamed with Peter Cooke, and Tom Bright with Michel. Then we watched, utterly fascinated, as the incredible tableau was assembled-
One Twin lay on the couch, diagonally from the corner, his buttocks at the edge. Cora mounted him: the other Twin stepped forward: we heard her gasp as the double penetration was effected: and then she was stoppered nicely in both holes, in a satisfying 'sandwich'-She flicked the fingers of her right hand: and Nils and Peter stepped forward, to stand face to face at the foot of the couch, positioning their bodies so that her outstretched right arm lay between the two hard stomachs. They bent their two standing cocks together to form one outsize shaft of flesh reared proudly upwards-There was a gasp of indrawn breath from the audience as the close-up screen showed Cora's hand groping gently for her dual target, till the two pricks were imprisoned within the broken circle formed by hooked fingers, palm, and then the thumb-(Cora's hand was of course too small to close round the big double column: but-as events were to prove!-it was just large enough to frig them with success). Four Squatimen were now accounted for: and when Tom and Michel moved in on the left, to stand close together at the left side of the couch, that made Numbers Five and Six, as Cora's other hand sought for and attained its two-prick target-
The last two Squatimen moved forward to the couch-
I think we all knew where their pricks were meant to go: but with the press of bodies all concentrated at that one corner of the couch, it wasn't easy to see how they were going to manage it-
Cora spoke to the loser twin beneath her (whom we could hardly see at all behind the barrier of flesh provided by his brother, Tom, and Michel-and of course Cora herself). However, the Black Ghost with the 'rover' camera did his usual superb job: and we saw the big black hands cup themselves over Cora's firm breasts and push her body upwards till she was halfway to the vertical-
Then Neil and Art took post, to kneel on either side of Bud's head-(if indeed it was Bud lying there, with Hank in Cora's arsehole-it was impossible to tell The Twins apart!). They had to do a lot of shifting about and experimenting before they got it right: but finally each had one knee close in to the side of Bud's neck, and the other one pressed against his body just below the shoulder-(thus they were kneeling 'catty-cornered', as it were, not facing one another square). When they thrust their loins forward, they could just manage to touch their knobs together-(and now we saw why Cora had chosen the two longest and thinnest pricks for this position!)-to form a big 'double strawberry' of dark-red glans, almost vertically above Bud's 'Adam's apple'. Slowly, Bud eased Cora's body down: the right-hand screen showed her mouth opening, strained sideways in a sort of rigid grin: then the two swollen knobs were taken cautiously inside the parted lips, and Cora's head sank slowly down until the spread of the two diverging shafts jammed up against the corners of her widely-opened mouth and told her she could go no further.
All eight Squatimen were now in their correct-positions for Cora's splendidly-conceived finale. The Twins in cunt and arsehole; Neil and Art with their knobs inside her mouth; the other four all ready to be tossed off-We heard her mumble 'M-m-mm!! behind her gag of knobs: at her butt, Hank-(or was it Bud?)-seized her hips in his two strong hands and sent her naked body jerking rhythmically up and down so that her two passages were dragged back and forth along the stiff black cocks on which she was impaled-Her two hands bent mechanically from the wrists as she frigged the four big pricks-up! down! up! down-Above, her head was nodding rapidly, though it was clear she was not really going up and down on the two cocks inside her mouth: she was having to rely almost entirely on the dragging motion of her tongue across the soft skin of the swollen knobs-the nodding motion was intended to add a sensuous vibration to the act, to help the two men along their way-
There was some very heavy breathing in the boxes as the incredible multiple possession got under way. I was glad in a way that Janice and I had spent so tiringly only a few minutes before, for it meant that we were able to concentrate entirely on the stage: thus we missed none of the delicious little touches, such as the great lurch that Cora gave when Heinz and Chang stepped forward (quite impromptu, incidentally)-to tickle the soles of her pretty feet-
It was of course too much to hope that all nine would go into orgasm simultaneously-and as a matter-of-fact it was not easy to sort out exactly who came when! We assumed that The Twins' strong jets of spunk high up inside her must have triggered Cora off: Hank's buttocks were certainly contracting rhythmically as he strained forward into her widespread butt-We knew that she was coming-for her head went back and she shouted 'Oh! Oh! Oh!' exultantly: and the spunk was dribbling out of her mouth and welling out of the two red knobs that she had just been sucking-so Neil and Art were away to the races all right-Then the roving camera gave us a close-up of Nils and Peter, and we saw their pricks burst into a lively discharge that had the gobs of spunk jetting up into the air before falling back to splash impartially on both men's stomachs and bushes, and on Cora's hand and arm-We never got a picture of Tom and Michel until the tableau had dissolved: but the condition of their bodies then made it clear that they too had come, and sprayed their spunk around in careless fashion!
As you may imagine, Cora's incredible performance in bringing eight men to orgasm at one time was greeted with a real standing ovation-The Club had been more than satisfied with the 'official' part of the programme-the punishment of the two call-girls: and we felt very touched that our pretty guest should have wished to thank us in such a novel and entrancing way. It did not take us long to decided that one compliment deserves another: and before the week was out we had formally invited Madam Cora to accept an Honorary Life Membership in The Specialist Club. Much to our pleasure, she accepted, with gratifying promptness-
She joined us once this Summer, for an initiation. Charley-boy drew himself and Nils as her partners-(I daren't have myself put down for everything, dammit!-but I enjoyed myself well enough with little Dagmar-): he said she was absolutely stupendous, and had them both fucked out in memorable style-
And now we have a letter from her in which she asks whether we might care to let her come one Saturday next month and give an exhibition with pretty Jackie, who has volunteered-Somehow, I rather think we'll let her come--
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PART II
JANICE
FOREWORD
Charles Spencer tells me that since I'm always bringing Janice into these Case Book stories, I ought to do one on her-Now, a good motto for getting on nicely in a private club is-'Never argue with the Secretary'-(especially when he happens to be your cousin!) so I have done as he advised-
I thought it would be very easy to write about Janice-She's my 'steady'-we're going to be married soon-and we've been together for nearly three years now: three very happy years, filled with 'fun and games' that have meant a great deal to both of us. (If you've been reading our Case Book, you'll recall that she's a very willing masochist; and I'm just the reverse-so we get on beautifully together--. )
Rather to my surprise, I found it wasn't easy at all-There's such a wealth of material to choose from that I've been quite unable to pick out any one episode-(such as Britt's initiation, or Madam Cora's punishment evening.) So I've given you a series of disjointed chapters which I hope will let you form an overall picture of my pretty Irish colleen and her winning ways-
Some personal details-As I write, she's just turned 25: slightly above average height, with long slim legs, dark hair, and violet eyes set in a beautiful face; a strong firm body-not in the least unfeminine-(far from it, with those lovely breasts!)but refreshingly free of 'soft white flab', if you know what I mean. One odd little personal peculiarity-as she goes into orgasm, she cries out 'Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!' quite high, and loud, so that it resounds through our little auditorium, and everyone smiles and knows that Janice is away into a nice long spend. (Almost invariably, she does it three times-and incidentally, when I write 'Ooh!', it isn't a prolonged O sound, as in 'blow'; it's a true OO, as in 'blew'. )
As you already know, she's a masochist: and she has an excitingly high threshold of pain-I don't go much for the 'blood' bit in my sadism: and it's probably just as well, for I'm sure Janice wouldn't care if she was streaming with blood, so long as there was a good orgasm coming to her at the end of it! She simply loves being put in bondage-and the more humiliating and bizarre, the better-I have my own ways of making her painfully happy(or happily painful, depending on how you look at it!) and I find a thorough birching with a bunch of fresh green nettles makes a very satisfying beginning-Well, there you are-that's Janice: and I hope you will enjoy these reminiscences about my pretty Irish love-
Gerald Banner
CHAPTER ONE
So, where to start--? Well, I think I could logically claim that since this is The Specialist Club Case Book, anything that happened before Janice joined the Club is none of your damned business! Also, I seem to remember, somewhere in Volume I, passing a remark about the way I felt 'when they fed the dildo-machine into her at her initiation. This, of course, would be her first formal appearance at the Club: and I've already put the incident on record, I think that'll be as good a place to start as any.
(For those of you who didn't get around to reading my account of Britt's initiation, nowadays we have an armoured glass tank called The Cooler: and when we're holding an initiation or a formal punishment session, the 'owner' of the girl-husband, lover, fianc', etc-is popped into The Cooler to keep him out of the way. I was largely responsible for the idea: and-as I recall it-it stemmed from my own reactions when I saw 'my' Janice being put through the hoops at her initiation-I had to be restrained pretty forcibly: and while a bit of outraged protest from the man adds a touch of spice to the proceedings, full-scale fisticuffs with black eyes and bloody noses are NOT what we're looking for at all-Hence The Cooler-non-existent at the time of Janice's initiation, of course, but arising out of it indirectly-
Enough of this-the story's supposed to be about Janice, not about myself--. )
Well, back in those days-almost three years ago-we weren't quite so ambitious as we are today or so well-organized: and our initiations were a lot shorter, and a lot less lavish. I had gained considerable kudos by presenting the Club with a real live practicing masochist-(when they're as pretty as Janice, and as willing, they're worth their weight in gold!) and not unnaturally, the programme for that evening was a real 'Sadists' Special'-
I suppose the dildo-machine must have come about a quarter of the way through the programme-I know Janice had come once, in conditions of some discomfort: they had her spread-eagled upside down in one of Heinz' whipping-frames-(and a delightful picture she made too, with that lovely trim body suspended by the long slim legs, and her pretty face all crimson from her inverted position, and distorted by the big rubber gag:) one of them was birching her naked breasts with three thin hazel switches set into a handle, about half an inch apart from each other, while another bounced a big stiff-bristled 'tooth-brush' affair, with a six-inch head set into a two-foot handle, up and down-quite gently-on her open cunt. She told me later the whole thing was terribly painful-and I could well believe her: she was certainly twisting about like anything in her upside-down X position, and yelling away behind her rubber gag: but in the end she managed to achieve her orgasm despite the pain, which brought that particular tableau to an end-
Now they dragged forward the spike-horse-which of course poor Janice didn't yet know for what it was-It Was now that I started kicking up my rumpus-I couldn't tell you the exact moment: the whole thing built up as they went to work on my pretty darling, till finally I just blew my top. First, they strapped her out face down on top of the horse (which had its spikes retracted, of course, at this stage--. ) I still remember how my prick throbbed at the thought of the poor sore breasts being crushed by the weight of her body against the smooth leather surface of the horse: and then the terrible realization of the agony to come, when the handle was turned and the wicked little spikes slowly rose through the leather, to torment her breasts and belly and her inner thighs-
They positioned her well back: then they strapped her ankles firmly to the legs in the higher of the two positions, using the upper set of cuffsso that her butt was sharply bent and overhanging the rear end of the horse. Her wrists were drawn forward to the front legs, and pinioned: and finally the broad webbing band across her back held her helplessly immobile for her torturers-
Then they brought up Tom Bright's new dildo-machine, all cams and springs and levers and electric motors-They had fitted a double dildo on, and the two rods were glistening with vaseline as they waited to be lodged in the warm sensitive passages of their victim-the one-inch upper dildo being destined for Janice's trim little arsehole, while the two-inch one below was menacing the open vagina in the widespread cunt, all red and tender from its message with the 'tooth-brush.'
A few minor adjustments: then the two rods were wound forward into their helpless targets-Janice's head came round sharply, as if curious to inspect the proceedings, when the switch was thrown to set the dildo-machine in motion-When setting up this ingenious device, you start with the two dildoes light home in the victim's passages; then, when you switch on, the rods are withdrawn simultaneously in five separate one-inch 'clicks': there is a pause, then 'clunk.'-the whole five-inch withdrawal is wiped out at one fell swoop as the two rods plunge in again, with maddening effect-Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!-CLUNK! And so it goes on-and on-and on: and what can you do to stop it, if you're strapped out helpless on the horse?
Then Janice screamed in earnest behind her gag as the handle was turned that spread the plates in-ride the horse, and drove them out towards the surlace, so that the spike they carried came slowly through the perforated leather-not high enough to put real stab-wounds in the flesh; but high enough to prick and torture soft tender breasts and belly, and sensitive inner thighs-
Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!-CLUNK! The two dildoes snapped back into Janice's body so that she twitched involuntarily: and her sudden movement drew a shriek of agony as her tender body lurched on the cruel spikes-
Suddenly her screams were coming to us unmuffled: and to my surprise I saw they had removed the gag from her pain-twisted mouth-Click! Click!-CLUNK! In other circumstances, this would have been a lovely 'sandwich' tuck, good for the most divine exhausting orgasms-Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!-CLUNK!
Then I found myself struggling violently once more in the restraining hands of the Squatimen detailed to guard me, as Chang stepped from the wing. removing his loin-cloth as he came-Now I knev why Janice's gag had been removed: and so did she: and so do you-She screamed at the sight of the huge ten inch club of flesh standing proudly upright from Chang's body: then she relapsed into a bitter sobbing as the great dark-red knob was thrust towards her mouth: then-Click! Click!CLUNK!-the dildoes shot forward into her body once again, and her mouth opened in the usual cry of pain as her body jerked against the cruel little spikes. Chang's prick was in her mouth before she could move-
Already, at this early stage of her Club career, the 'ground rules' were becoming fairly clear to my pretty little Irish colleen: she sensed instinctively-and quite correctly-that she must remain upon the spikes, with the maddening dildoes going Click! Click!-CLUNK! in cunt and arsehole, till she had sucked the huge Chinese into orgasm. So, willy-nilly, she set frantically to work upon the great lump of flesh pressing insistently into her mouth.
The noises coming from the horse at this stage were an indescribable medley-I found them almost heart-breaking in their portrayal of my pretty
Janice's ordeal: the audience, on the other hand, found them most intensely exciting, as the 'new flesh' was broken in before their eager eyes-First came the steady 'Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!-CLUNK!'-the 'background music'-from Tom Bright's infernal dildo-machine. This was gradually getting to Janice, so that every now and then she was gasping out an 'Ooh!' of slowly-growing pleasure-Then there was a continuing chorus of groans and cries as the cruel spikes tormented the front of her naked body-though these were now once again muffled, owing to Chang's stiff prick stuck into her mouth-Finally, there was a horrid 'Schlop! Schlop' noise, like a dog lapping at a bowl, as poor Janice sucked for dear life at the big red knob-
Suddenly there was a break in the routine-Janice had gradually been surrendering to the steady frigging of the dildo-machine: and now she plunged into a long orgasm-Careless of the need to bring Chang to his climax, she threw her head back in her ecstasy-so that the big prick slipped from her mouth-and for the first time The Specialist Club heard my darling's 'trade-mark' as she came-the three-fold 'Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!' that seemed drawn from her automatically when she spent. As her pretty head tossed aimlessly to and fro in the ecstasy of her spend, I was outraged to see Chang grasp his prick-the head of which was all moist and slippery with pre-seminal fluid, leaking copiously from his slit-and wipe it to and fro across the helpless face, so that she was streaked with slimy snail-like tracks that stiffened as they dried. (Today, of course, a pleasing little refinement of cruelty such as that would be brought, in its every horrid detail, to the attention of the audience, who would be duly grateful for the miracle of TV, and for the Club's possession of our two excellent 'shoulder-cameras:' the incident would have come over beautifully on the close-up screen-in full color, too-But in those days we had no TV: so, mercifully, not many in the audience could distinguish this fairly 'close-range' piece of humiliation.)
Janice soon realized that the '-Click! Click! CLUNK!' was not about to stop, and that she had better get on with the job in hand-(or should one say 'the job in mouth'? ) After a few frantic 'near misses,' she managed to recapture Chang's big knob: and soon the obscene 'Schlop! Cchlop!' was audible once more, as she sucked for dear life at the monstrous prick-head-Her perseverance was rewarded in the end: the body of the Chinese Colossus stiffened suddenly, and a low growl rumbled at the back of his throat: one huge hand came down onto Janice's head, to clamp her inescapably onto his throbbing prick-Then my pretty darling was swallowing, in great big frantic gulps, as Chang's incredible orgasm got under way-
Now occurred ont of the rare mistakes upon our stage-We seem to achieve a very high standard of professional performance somehow-not that we stress the matter in any way: it appears that members just like to 'do a perfect job'-And Chang is always one of the most meticulous in this aspect: so it was quite a shock to find him pull a real amateurish boner-Janice, no doubt delighted by Chang's orgasm, which presaged her own release from the cruel spike-horse, found herself driven by the steady, teasing '-Click! Click!-CLUNK!' in cunt and arsehole, into another climax of her own: and in the midst of Chang's monster spend, she shuddered, gasping, over the brink-She drove her head back, unconsciously, in a sudden unexpected motion-and Chang's hand slipped, and she escaped from his grasp! Now it is our practice at the Club, when a girl sucks off a man, to ensure that she swallows every drop of spunk: and here was half Chang's emission spurting out over her face and dripping down onto the surface of the horse! A bad scene, indeed: but not, of course, her fault-
The embarrassed Chang withdrew: then Heinz stepped forward, and wound down the spikes till they disappeared inside the horse. Poor Janice actually smiled at him in welcome, thinking her ordeal was at an end-Her smile soon disappeared when he slipped the gag inside her mouth again: and we could hear her wail of dismay when he fetched a short-two-foot leather thong, no thicker than a pencil, and showed it to her with a little smile: then off came his loin-cloth, and his long stiff cock was wagging at her like a metronome!-He went behind her, and stroked her tight-stretched buttocks, as yet unmarked that evening: then his right arm went up-
Yes, I think one might say that Janice was properly initiated that night-
I warned you this would be disjointed! There's no continuous thread that joins these chapters together, I'm afraid: but I hope this particular one may stir your imagination-
It deals with the first time I used a certain very special tie on Janice, one night when I was preparing her, in the privacy of our bedroom, for an evening's serious sex. (This is a most excellent tie, and I often use it on her: and if any of you have never run across it before, I recommend you try it out on your girl-friend this very evening!)
Janice refused to believe that I could render her completely helpless with no other equipment except one pair of cuffs-but she was wrong, as I very soon showed her!
I started by strapping a pair of leather wristlets onto her-the usual sort, where one cuff carries a metal ring, and the other a snap-hook. Then I made her sit upright on the bed, in 'tailor position'-i.e, with legs crossed at the ankles, heels drawn up towards the crotch, and knees splayed out.
Now comes the complicated bit-I took her hands, and fed them down inside her thighs: then I made her hunch her shoulders forward, and bend her body forward and down, so that her torso sank forward between her parted thighs. Janice found she had 'lots of arm to spare' in this position-indeed, she more or less had to push her hands out to the sides, in order to get her arms out of the way as her torso came down: she finished up pretty well leaning on her elbows (which were inside the 'circle' formed by her legs,) with her forearms jutting out of the circle, from underneath her calves. (This sounds dreadfully complicated when you try and describe it: but it's as easy as pie when you actually do it. The arms go down inside the thighs, and then come out under the calves-Try it!)
I took hold of her hands and pulled her arms as far out under the 'circle' as I could, telling her to bunch her shoulders down even further until the elbow-joints were right under her calves. Then I brought her hands up over her crossed ankles, and told her to maneuver her arms about until she could lock her fingers together as if in prayer. Janice found this quite easy-(and so will your popsy, unless she's disgustingly fat!): then there was a sudden 'click', and she gave a start of surprises-I had clipped the two cuffs together.
At this stage, Janice still thought she could free herself easily enough, either by pulling her feet out of the 'lock,' or by pushing her hands down over her feet, or by a combination of the two. She was a bit disconcerted to find that escape was not so easy (it is, in fact, quite impossible: and I just wish I could see the expression on your girl's face when she finds that out herself!)-but she didn't really grasp the situation until I gave her a firm kiss on the lips-and went on pushing till she rolled gently over onto her back-
Now she really started struggling, as the realization of her hopeless position dawned on her-Wide open, fully stretched, utterly vulnerable: and apart from tossing her head around, and flapping her hands and feet in the air, there is literally nothing a girl in this position can do-(One word of caution: the position itself is perfectly comfortable; but there is a possibility that the snap-hook between the girl's two wrists may chafe her where it crosses her ankle-So, if you want to spare her unplanned pain, it might be a good thing to tuck a hand-towel under the metal, to act as a pad-She'll probably have a streaming cunt by the time you've finished with her, anyway-and it's nice to have the towel handy!)
When I started warming her up with a nettle-birch, she just about howled her head off-and one could hardly blame her: for the nettles were going 'Hrsh! Hrsh!' not merely on the backs of her thighs and on her tight-stretched buttocks, but also all over the surface of her widespread cunt, and in her crack and on her defenseless arsehole-and every now and then, when her agonized writhing lifted her heels a little away from her body, I took the opportunity to stab in with my birch, and sting her on the belly and inside the thighs.
She really seemed to be feeling it, for she struggled desperately to free herself: but of course in that position it's impossible to exert much leverage in any direction-(I don't think even Houdini could have escaped it). She tried to roll over onto her side: but her out-splayed knee prevented that-and in any case it wouldn't have done her much good: the same target would still have been available, only this time lying on its side-that would have been the only difference.
When she was nicely 'cooked'-and even red all over-I laid the birch aside and tried to soothe the itching for her with a little scourge of knotted cords: but she didn't seem to appreciate that much-So I thought I might as well move on to the next stage-which was a nice knobbly bamboo arsehole-dildo-(it's really quite delightful to watch the stage-which was a nice knobbly bamboo arsehole-shape as each successive knob slides past!) Once again, Janice made a really determined effort to break her bonds when I showed her the electric vibrator in my hand, and held the little rubber cup against her clitoris-and then switched on. But as I say, it's absolutely impossible to get out of that tie-just a simple pair of cuffs, but they hold the girl completely helpless-and so deliriously vulnerable, too! And before long she was doing her famous 'Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! and sobbing and laughing together as the buzzing little rubber cup electrified her clitoris and set her creaming in a lovely orgasm that had the knobbly dildo jerking with the contractions of her arsehole, even as I slowly rotated it with my free hand-
CHAPTER TWO
As I expect you probably know, I have a very special relationship with Britt Borgelund: and this has meant that I have been at some pains to build a close friendship between her and her husband Nils, on the one side, and Janice and myself, on the other. I think I may be said to have succeeded: the four of us seem to have welded ourselves into a happy, smooth-working team-and we have lots of fun together. Of late, we've been spending a good deal of time on the education of Britt's young cousin Dagmar Sodestrom, who came over from Sweden early this year. (She's been a very apt pupil: and we're trying to persuade Janice's half-brother Patrick to emigrate from Ireland and join forces with us, to keep the numbers equal. His dark Irish good looks would go very well with Dagmar's slim blonde Swedish beauty-).
We visit each other constantly, of course: and here's what happened round at Nils' place, one evening early in January this year-
Nils and I found ourselves in an unusually benevolent mood, and we decided we'd start off without any of our usual unkind little refinements-To open the proceedings, Nils announced he would fuck both girls at once-a statement which was greeted with a certain amount of ribald disbelief: but Nils had the laugh on us all-He produced a magnificent dildo, in hard red rubber, with an odd-looking curved strip at the base: and this he proceeded to buckle on-to his forehead, of all places! We all laughed delightedly as we realized how he was going to fulfil his boast-
He had Janice lie on her back on the bed: then he took post between her thighs: and we heard her hiss of indrawn breath as his big prick drove between her sensitive cunt-lips, deep into her welcoming vigina. With a little murmur of appreciation, she crossed her legs high up on his broad back, her movement allowing him a further half-inch penetration: then she lay patiently, waiting to be fucked.
Now Nils instructed Britt to kneel astride Janice's head and shoulders, facing away from him, then to lean forward and support herself on her hands-and then to lower her shoulders slowly to the surface of the bed, so that her widespread golden buttocks jutted impudently up into the air, and her blonde-bushed cunt lay open and exposed, about a foot above Janice's face-Then he had Janice feed his forehead-dildo into Britt's waiting cunt-A brief experimentation to correct the angle of his head, so that the dildo would ream Britt's vagina nicely-then he was off, rocking his whole body back and forth on hands and knees, so that prick and dildo shuttled simultaneously in and out of the two vaginas-
Janice was in the seventh heaven of delight as Nils' big prick sent her slowly up the ladder-Right above her eyes was the fascinating spectacle of Britt's pretty cunt, all moist now, and swollen red, with the big dildo reaming it mechanically as Nils' head swung back and forth. As she watched, Britt's inner juices welled out around the red rubber prick, to fall drop by drop: she shivered with excitement as the warm sticky gobs splashed onto her forehead-One hand stole up, and started tickling gently at the rigid little clitoris just above her face: and Britt cried out in pleasure at her touch.
Tiring of the role of spectator, I stepped forward to the pyramid of naked bodies-One forefinger started teasing Britt's defenseless arsehole, so that she gasped a little shuddering 'Aaah!" of pleasure: my other hand went down to Janice's breasts, where I quickly mastered the upstanding coral nipples, fingering them till they were hard as little pebbles-
All three came deliciously, Nils' gasping grunts of pleasure forming a pleasing background for Janice's ecstatic 'Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!' and Britt's high-pitched 'Aaah!'-Then for a while we all lay quietly, while the girls recovered from their spend: and at last their re-awakened interest indicated that my turn had come-
I was not disposed to be difficult: Nils had set the precedent, and I was quite satisfied to follow. I lay down on my back, and had Britt mount me, kneeling facing me: then, at the other end, Janice knelt astride my head, facing Britt. At my instructions, they both leaned forwards, red tongues protruding from their mouths to meet and stab at each other, just short of proper bissing-Then each girl's hands went out, to knead the other's breasts. Before thrusting my tongue deep into Janice's moist cunt, I told Britt to start working herself gently up and down on my stiff prick. Then I signalled to Nils: and as he came forward, arms apart and forefingers poised ready to plunge into the two trim butt-holes, so my hands came up inside the triangle formed by our three bodies, and I set to work tickling the two girls on the clitoris-
And so we brought each other to our orgasms, in quiet, friendly, workman-like fashion, enjoying each other's bodies as we shuddered through a satisfying spend.
Later, we gave each girl a 'sandwich'-with a difference; (one might perhaps refer to it as a 'double-decker sandwich'! ). The first time, Briss was in between us: Nils was lying down, and I was standing, buggering her-Then we had Janice join the act: first, we made her crouch astride Nils' body, with her back to Britt and me: then at our instructions she bent right forward and placed her elbows on either side of his head, so that for the moment her firm smooth belly pressed against his face-Next, Nils took her pelvis in his hands, and I her legs: and together we lifted her till she was 'standing on her hands'-(or rather, on her elbows, in a sort of mock Yoga position)-with us two men taking most of the weight of her body. Her feet rested on my shoulders: then she splayed her knees apart-and Britt's head came down into the open crotch.
And away we went-with Britt perforce supplying the motive power, as she worked her cunt and arsehole up and down tongue to and from along the length of Janice's quivering slit in a delightful gamahuche-
When we came, I was the only one free to gasp out my ecstasy unobstructed-Britt's face was buried deep in Janice's shuddering cunt; Janice's shouted 'Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!' was muffled in the coverlet of the bed; while Nils had found that by a fearful contortion of his neck he could just bring his tongue to bear on Janice's nipples-an opportunity which naturally he was quick to grasp. Our four-fold orgasm was of such intensity that we simply collapsed where we were, with Janice's perspiring body lying atop the three of us-Finally we struggled back to the surface: but it was a good half-hour before we were ready to resume-
This time, I was 'anchor-man' at the bottom of the pile, with my prick in Janice's hot young cunt, and my head strained round and back to let me nuzzle one of Britt's lovely breasts as she stood on her elbows, with Janice's tongue working urgently on her open quim-
Nils and I had each come three times so far: the girl had had one more-I held a whispered colloquy with the Big Swede; and we found ourselves in-agreement that the time was ripe for sterner stuff. We laid our plans with care-
Nils paid a visit to the basement, where his soundproof playroom was located, with the equipment cupboard and the old refrigerator which I knew had been well stocked with nettles in preparation for the evening's sport. He was soon back with us in the bedroom: and the two girls cried out as soon as they saw what he was carrying (though I knew that in Janice's case the disapproval was mostly simulated)-First came a cardboard dress-box: and from the presence of the rubber gloves that Nils laid on top of it as he put it down, it was easy to deduce the contents-fresh green nettles. Next there was a strip of black canvas webbing, six inches wide by some four feet long, with what was obviously a sort of quick-release clasp at one end: this, Nils laid out flat and straight on the carpet, in the middle of the room. Finally there were two light leather whips-thongs, really, set in short 'hand-grip' handles, with a lash perhaps eighteen inches long: not thick enough or heavy enough to cause serious damage-but still a weapon fully capable of tormenting a tender naked body-
"And now", announced Ringmaster Nils to his imaginary audience, "for the first time in this or any other bedroom, we present the two 'Delicious Darlings', Britt and Janice, in their breathtaking performance 'S.N.S.N.S.N.'! ! "-Even I looked puzzled by these initials: and Nils went on-"Yes, folks! The 'Shirt of Nessus' Stinging-Nettle Sixty-Nine!! "
"It's Stunningly New", I murmured, "and Specially Naughty, and it makes them Suck Nicely, too!" Then we set to work-
While Nils drew on the rubber gloves and busied himself with the box of nettles, I took Britt over to the webbing strap and had her lie down in such a position that it ran across the small of her back: I put her up towards the clasp end, rather than exactly in the centre. Then I brought Janice over and made her kneel astride Britt in 69 position, maneuvering her until the two heads fell naturally onto the two targets-(to be strictly accurate, one should say till the target fell naturally onto the head', when referring to Britt's head and Janice's quim!). Then I made her kneel up vertical, and told her not to move-
By now, Nils was ready with the Shift of Nettles-(dammit, there I go again!)-He had taken a couple of bunches and teased them out into a flat blanket shape, about fifteen inches wide and just long enough-(as shown very clearly when he laid the thing on Britt's body)-to reach from breasts to bush-Britt squealed as the fiery green leaves bit at her naked body, and essayed a twisting wriggle: but I pushed Janice's torso down onto her-thus squashing the nettle-pad agonizingly between them-and held on firmly while Nils swiftly brought the broad webbing strap up over Janice's back and pushed the end through the quick-release clasp, which lay nicely at the side, in the indentation between the two curved rib-cages. Two seconds later he had cinched the strap up tight, and the two lovely bodies were locked in painful proximity, each girl feeling that her whole front was on fire-They were already twisting and rolling about on the carpet when Nils explained the rules of the game to them-
"You stay as you are", he said, "until you both cream-so you might as well start sucking straight away! And to keep your minds on the job, Gerald and I are going to give you a little reminder every five seconds-You can roll about and change places as much as you like: but until you've both begun rectum from Britt's finger.
"-Three-a-second, four-a-second, wheep!"-and so the delicious punishment went on, while the two sobbing girls jerked and writhed on the floor at our feet, much to our delectation-
Janice was the first to come-she was in the under-position at the time, and Nils had just started his 'count of five', with Britt's red-streaked globes as his target, when Janice went-'Nng! Nng! Ooh!'-throwing her head back in ecstasy, so that the end of her triumphant cry rang out unmuffled. Then she shrieked desperately-"I'm coming!"-a claim which I confirmed with a nod to Nils, since I could see her arsehole pulsing rhythmically in the contractions of her spend. Then her tongue plunged urgently again into Britt's brimming cunt, as Nils' lash went 'Wheep!' across his wife's quivering, whip-marked butt-
Then my pretty darling displayed the self-sacrificing spirit of dedicated masochist-Realizing that their joint torment must go on until Britt also had been brought to orgasm; and knowing that the less experienced girl would fare much better without 'outside' distractions; Janice deliberately rolled over into the top position and offered herself to Nils and me, while she sucked desperately at Britt's cunt, hoping that a respite from the whip would let the blonde beauty come quickly to her orgasm-
"-Four-a-second, wheep!". "Nnngg!', from Janice. "-Three-a-second, four-a-second, wheep!"now Nils' strong right arm sent the lash whistling down onto the martyred scarlet butt-Then it was my turn-'Wheep!'-Then Nils moved in-
Six strokes were needed before Britt's high-pitched 'Aaah!' announced the onset of her spend, simultaneously with Janice's frantic cry-"She's coming!! " Again, the bouncing arsehole verified the claim: and we hastened to release our two victims from their bonds. Both girls ran to the bathroom for cold wet cloths to soothe their nettle-reddened bodies and aching arses-Janice's, of course, was in worse shape then Britt's, owing to the extra strokes which she had 'volunteered' to take-
We finished the evening with a 'suck-off' race, in which we each made our respective woman bring us to our fourth and final orgasm. The we all retired to bed-this time to sleep!
Here's a little vignette which may amuse you. Janice is taking part in a carefully-planned sadist exhibition on our stage. At the moment, the Squad are dealing with Dee-Dee, who is suffering deliriously in the 'pier-glass' whipping-frame. Janice has been put upon the 'Meditation Seat', while she awaits her turn: although she does not know it, she is to be buggered by the master-sadist Heinz-
She is seated astride the spike-horse, sitting very straight and motionless in the agonizing 'saddle' in other words, the cruel bed of little steel spikes which has been wound up to protrude through the perforated leather surface of the horse, so that tender cunt and soft bottom-cheeks and delicate inner thighs are in intimate contact with the horrid biting points-
She wears stout leather anklets, from which cords run to ring-bolts in the floor: she is thus held firmly down into the saddle, and her legs are spread widely enough to make it impossible for her to exercise the horseman's 'knee-grip'-thus all her weight must be borne by crotch, under-buttock, and quivering thigh-which rest directly on the spikes-Fortunately, these are close enough together to provide a bearing surface for her body without a general laceration of her tender flesh: but the position is excruciatingly painful, and here and there, individual spikes have made little punctured wounds, so that when she is removed from her 'Meditation Seat' she will be an angry red between her legs, with tmy threads of blood upon her thighs-
Doubtless she would wish to share her discomfort with us: and doubtless she would be doing so, were it not for the peculiar headgear with which she has been adorned-This is a 'Seabrook helmet'-so called for its inventor, William Seabrook-(whom, incidentally, Fanny knew quite well in palmier days). A Sea-brook helmet is a big close-fitting casque of leather-quite thick, and quite stiff-which goes completely over the wearer's head, like a diver's helmet: it zipps up at either side, down the line of the ears, and buckles round the neck. The unusual feature about it is the face-or rather, the-lack of a face-The thing looks like a piece of modern sculpture, with bits of leather stuck on to represent the eyes and mouth: but the only actual opening in the front is at the bottom of the nose-piece, (so that the wearer's nostrils have access to the air). The helmet comes in various sizes, so that a tight fit can be assured: and once it has been fitted on, the girl can see nothing and hear nothing-nor can she open her mouth, because of the rigidity of the shaped chin: all she can do is breathe, through the nostril-opening-Quite a creepy sort of device, wouldn't you say? As an added refinement, ours at the the Club carry a stout ring at the top, for bondage purposes-
Well, there Janice sits, on her spikes and in her Seabrook helmet-Her head is bent sharply (and painfully) back, so that her eyeless mask is staring at the ceiling: a taut cord runs from the ring in the helmet, back to a steel post jutting up from the rear of the spike-horse. Lower down this post, two more cords are attached: these run from the cuffs on Janice's wrists, so that her arms are pulled out stiff and straight behind her: and one can see the muscles in her beautiful back strained and tense as they strive to hold her upright, away from the pull of the cords at wrists and head-
But shy does she not sit back a little, you ask? There might be a slight shifting of the horrid biting discomfort in her open crotch: but surely it would be well worthwhile, to ease her aching back? Alas!-It isn't quite as simple as all that-The spike-horse carries a second upright post of steel-this one, at the front: and from it runs another tight-stretched cord, which separates into a Y-and each arm of the Y ends in a tiny little thumb-screw device, with padded rubber jaws-Now, surely, you will understand why Janice is straining forward till neck and shoulder-muscles are agonizingly tensed-she must at all costs protect her martyred nipples, which lie all crushed and swollen in the fierce grip of the thumbscrews-Her poor breasts are pulled all out of shape as it is, Into an elongated sort of pear-shaped cone: the general effect is quite unpleasing-(Janice's breasts are normally quite lovely, and exciting): it looks most painful-as indeed it is-
From time to time, she is unable to stop herself writhing in her discomfort, and on these occasions she feels as though her nipples are being torn out by the roots. She would like to faint-All she can do is sit there like a statue, and suffer silently while she awaits Heinz' pleasure-Her ordeal would be lessened if she could only see, or hear: but that, of course, is the beauty of the Seabrook helmet-things happen to the victim without forewarning, so that she is plunged suddenly into some new sensation for which she is totally unprepared-as occurred, for example, just after they had strung her up on this horrid, painful Meditation Seat-She could not see, not could she hear, when Heinz strolled over to the horse with the bunch of fresh green nettles in his hand, and gently massaged her quivering naked buttocks and her obscenely distorted breasts, so that she writhed involuntarily under the nettles' sudden vicious bite, till the pain at crotch and nipples nearly killed her-
She looks incredibly beautiful as she sits there, silent, motionless, waiting for Heinz and his tender ministrations. The slim white body is enough to bring a man's heart into his mouth with lust-(and his cock up to his navel)-as it suffers the cruel kiss of the little spikes of steel in its tender unprotected woman-flesh-Not a man in the audience but envies Heinz, whose long rod, plunged to the hilt into the lovely nettle-reddened butt, will shortly feel the dancing of her tight little elastic ring as she creams exhaustingly under the stimulus of his frigging forefinger!
Now Dee-Dee's pain-racked body is being dismounted from the whipping-frame, to rest awhile in growing discomfort on a dildo-stand, with a monstrous rubber prick gouging into her pretty cunt-
The Squatimen move over to Janice on her horse, and she cries out inside her helmet at the blessed relief as she is removed from the wicked spikes, and her nipples are released-But see her now, as she hangs from her hands, with her legs wide-parted by the spreader-bar! Now the wire is being wound in: and up go her heels, till her open cunt is grinning at the audience between the columns of her thighs, all angry red from her recent painful sojourn on the horse-And here is Heinz, his loin-cloth cast aside, advancing upon her with buggery foremost in his mind-
One of the things that Janice is particularly good at-and knowing her special predilections, I don't suppose it's at all surprising-is exhibitions. She just loves getting out onto that stage and suffering in public!
There's one she gives perhaps four times a year that's very popular-Charles always gets a round of applause when he announces-"And now, Janice, in her 'Exotic Dance'! " It seems to get better every time I see it-The last time she did it was three or four weeks ago, with Nils as her 'dancing-master'-
When the curtains opened, the stage was empty: the only 'props' were the fucking-couch over to one side, and a table carrying an old-fashioned victrola-the kind that has to be cranked by hand-Then Nils came in, with Janice following him. He was wearing the usual loin-cloth, while she was naked-except for her bonds. Each arm bore cuffs at wrist and elbow, and they had been pinioned behind her back with the right wrist clipped to the left elbow, and vice versa: the position pulled her shoulders back, so that her firm breasts were thrusting forward almost impudently. Nils had taken advantage of the opportunity, and had put a delightful breast-yoke onto her-Each rigid little nipple was clasped tightly in a small spring-clamp affair, with padded jaws which gripped the little button of flesh firmly-not enough to cause damage, but enough to persuade the wearer that she could not succeed in pulling herself out of the device-From these clamps ran thin leather thongs, meeting at the top of a stout leather-covered truncheon about eight inches long, which served as a handle. As Nils pulled on this, we could see Janice's breasts being elongated-(and very exciting it was, too! I had Dagmar with me that night, and I made her gray eyes roll as I tugged away at her lovely tits in sympathy for poor Janice!)-and naturally she was following his lead without much arguing-not that that would have done her any good, with that big leather gag strapped tightly across her mouth! She was also wearing ankle-cuffs, and a big black waistband: this latter-which was obviously pulled tight around her slim waist-was made of heavy leather and carried four rings firmly attached to it, at back, front, and either side-
Nils dragged her to the centre of the stage, so that she was facing us. He knelt down, and we heard a 'click' as one ankle-cuff was clipped onto a ring-bolt in the floor. He moved to her other side and tugged forcefully at her free leg till she had taken up a widely-straddling stance that gave the Black Ghost on the close-up TV camera a perfect opportunity to delight us with a picture of the lovely quim being slowly opened to the full-There was a second 'click', and poor Janice was immobilized in her shamelessly revealing position-
Dagmar's hand was around my standing cock, and I was frigging her moist warm blonde-bushed cunt as we reveled in the lust-provoking spectacle of my Irish colleen in bondage on the stage-gagged, bound, and spread-eagled, with her lovely breasts all drooping under the weight of the little breast-yoke, and her open cunt waiting for Nils' tender ministrations-
The big Swede went over to the table, and drew his equipment from the drawer-two shiny metal dildoes, and a leather strap-I thought Nils looked very expert at the dildo-fitting, though it was in fact the first time he had ever done it. He bent Janice forward into a deep bow-simply enough, by tugging at the handle of the breast-yoke. Then one end of the strap was clipped onto the ring at Janice's navel, the strap being allowed to hand down while Nils inserted the six-inch dildoes into their appointed holes-Dagmar of course had never seen this exhibition, and remarked on the odd-looking instruments with the flared-out base shield and the peculiar boss sticking out from the centre of the smooth circular metal disc that formed the shield-
As Nils slipped the big two-inch-diameter metal prick into Janice's cunt, and followed it with the one-incher into her arsehole, I repeated his motions in our box, so that my pretty little blonde pixie had my thumb and forefinger firmly stoppering her twin passages-I nicked her lightly on the clitoris with my other hand, and pushed my tongue deep into a soft sensitive ear as she jumped in ecstasy-
On the stage, Nils was using the flat of one big hand to hold the two dildoes in Janice's body as he bent to take the free end of the strap. Up it came, to be drawn tight along the open crotch: but before he clipped the end onto the ring at Janice's back, he carefully manipulated the strap until he had succeeded in getting the bosses to stick out through two holes cut in the body of the strap-so that finally the two dildoes were being pressed firmly into Janice's body by the strap pushing against the base-shields, while the two little bosses were sticking out into the open, through the holes-
Then Nils pulled the lovely torso upright again and freed the spring-clamps from the tortured nipples-which really looked quite pathetic on the close-up screen, all swollen and purple and twisted out of shape from the bite of the little jaws-but this was only a temporary condition, and before many minutes the pretty breasts were back to normal again-
Nils nodded into the wings: and now we saw a steel wire descending from the flies. This split into an inverted Y, with a two-foot spreader-bar across the ends: and then the two wires went on down for perhaps three feet, to finish in stout springhooks. Nils clipped these into the rings at the sides of Janice's waistband; then, at this signal, the wire was raised till we could see the harness just begin to take her weight. I explained to Dagmar that when her feet were freed, she would find herself in a sort of 'Jolly Jumper' affair which would allow her reasonable freedom of movement within a small circle, but make it impossible for her to fall to the floor if she stumbled-
Now Nils paid another visit to the table-I felt I had better explain things to Dagmar, who didn't really understand what was happening-"Those two little bosses sticking out are actually electrical terminals", I told her, "-and Nils is now bringing back a two-strand cable-which you probably won't see at all against the black back-curtains: he'll connect it up at Janice's crotch and then release her legs-At the other end, the cable's connected to the victrola: and when Nils winds the handle, not only is he turning the music part of it, but he's also cranking a generator, which sends a current along the wire into Janice's dildoes, and gives her a lovely sparking sensation just in here"-and with these words I started massaging the sensitive membrane between Dagmar's cunt and arsehole with my finger and thumb. She reacted so vigorously that I decided to take her over the top: and Nils released Janice's ankles, letting her bring her long slim legs together with a muffled 'Nnng!' of protest at a twinge of cramp, my pretty little Swede creamed beautifully, soaking my hand with her slicky juices. She was still shivering with ecstasy as Nils went over to the table and took the victrola handle in his grasp-
Nile twirled the handle vigorously, to get the victrola up to speed before the music-track began: Janice said 'Nnng!' very loudly behind her gag, and her right leg jerked up to stamp firmly, fry." :c. upon the floor-like some Red Indian chief beginning a ceremonical war-dance: I murmured "A-one, a-two" into Dagmar's ear in a very passable imitation of Lawrence Welk's rich plummy tones: and my pretty little partner clapped her hands in glee-Janice hand started her 'Exotic Dance'.
The music came thin and hollow out of the old victrola as Nils churned rhythmically away-some tinkly little Viennese waltz, as I recall. But who cared about the music, watching Janice's frenzied contortions in her 'Jolly Jumper' harness? Her pretty head was tossing wildly to and fro, with the lovely violet eyes rolling in their sockets: we could see her nostrils flaring with emotion, and from behind the cruel gag a ceaseless stream of muffled protest emerged, to reach our ears as-'Nng? Nnng! Nnn-nng!! ' Her firm breasts bounced gaily up and down as her torso shimmied and jerked under the relentless biting of the wicked electric current passing through her very vitals: and her madly-flailing legs were never still, so that we were constantly being given intimate glimpses of her open crotch, though the more personal details were hidden behind the leather strap-Really, she made a most delightful spectacle: and I could hardly wait for the moment when the maddened Nils would throw her onto the couch and rape her: I wondered which orifice he would choose-the cunt, the arsehole, or the mouth--?
But this was some time off, of course-The victrola's music-track took just over two and a half minutes: and there was a delay of perhaps half a minute before the start came round again. It was one playing of the tune: so Janice's ordeal was almost unlikely that Nils would be satisfied with only most certain to be at least five and a half minutes in duration-and could well be three minutes more-or even six-I sat Dagmar astride my thighs, with her back to me, and eased my aching cock gently into her hot young cunt, all brimming with her recent spend: she drew her breath in with a hiss, then turned to French kiss me for a long minute as my hands stole purposefully to clitoris and nipple-
Janice was in the most exquisite agony on-stage as the relentless current sparked through from sensitive cunt to throbbing arsehole-Now she was up on tiptoes, doing a rapid 'double mark time' and bending deeply forward till the harness would let her go no further-Now she had jerked right back, and was lying briefly horizontal in the harness, with her long legs pedaling furiously in mid-air as though she were mounted on some invisible bicycle; and even the leather strap could not conceal the frantic twitching of her tortured cunt-Now she was hopping stiffly on one leg, the other drawn up high, with the slim foot pressed hard against the back of the other thigh-Now she was edging forward on 'jelly legs', her pinioned hands flailing wildly behind her shuddering back, and her lovely breasts swinging heavily from side to side, till she had taken up all the slack in the wire rope, so that her next forward movement caught her off-balance and she fell backwards, swinging in the harness with one foot doing a rapid 'rat-tat-tat' upon the floor-
Nils had now completed the first play-through of the tinkly little tune: and he speeded up his cranking slightly, to hurry over the 'silent patch'. This of course increased the current pulsing through Janice's tormented cunt: she was really screaming out her ceaseless chorus of complaining 'Nnngs!' now, and the lovely body was writhing in its agony in a most lust-provoking manner-Dagmar started clenching her thigh-muscles, thus jerking herself up and down on my throbbing prick: and as the little waltz started up again, we burst simultaneously into a delicious shared orgasm that had us gasping ecstatically as our naked bodies squirmed against each other-
Janice's strength was slowly failing her as the continuous tingling spasm played havoc with her muscles. The lovely body was bathed in perspiration; and as she twisted round from side to side we could see a haunted, staring expression in the violet eyes. I found myself hoping that Nils would decide to screw her after his second run-through: he had been working the victrola rather faster than the normal tempo, with the result that Janice had been receiving a stronger current than she had ever had before-and I doubted if she could last out for a third play-through.
Nils must have come to the same conclusion: for as the waltz drew to its close on the second time round, he speeded up the tempo so that the last few bars built up to a splendid finale, culminating in one tremendous twirl of the victrola handle. Janice said afterwards she thought she'd been electrocuted. Her head snapped right back, and her torso arched backwards so that for a long moment her two firm breasts were pointing proudly upwards: below, the long legs were flung out sideways in a wide, wide 'splits' that seemed anatomically impossible-And so she hung, quivering, in her harness: every line of her beautiful naked body spoke clearly of her tormented anguish: and even to me, who knew her so well, it was one of the most thrilling sights I had ever seen, and I felt my prick swell again in pretty Dagmar's willing cunt-
At last the cruel little machine came to a merciful halt: and Janice collapsed sobbing in her harness, her feet dragging helplessly on the floor. Nils beckoned imperiously into the wings; two Squatimen hurried onstage; and within seconds my pretty darling had been removed from her harness; the strap between her legs was unclipped at back and front, and the two dildoes were withdrawn: then she was hurried over to the couch and set kneeling at the edge, knees wide apart and butt up in the air. Cords from her anklets to the corners of the couch immobilized her legs: then one Squadman jumped up onto her back, and rode her like a horse, so that her torso was pressed right down, thus bringing her loins into further prominence.
Now she was ready for Nils' raping prick-but first the Black Ghost peered impudently at her crotch with his mobile eye, and the right-hand screen showed us the widespread cunt and arsehole in intimate detail-Janice's two holes looked red and puffed after their session with the electric dildoes: Dagmar drew her breath in sharply in commiseration, and muttered-"Poor darling! She must be so sore--! "-then her mouth fell open in consternation when I whispered in her ear-"He only played the tune twice-When I do it to you, we'll go through it four times, darling!" She began to argue heartedly; but her position astride my thighs was a vulnerable one, and when I spread my legs, thus opening her to the full, and started ticK-ling her clitoris, her resistance soon collapsed-
Then Nils took Janice gently, but very deeply, in the arsehole, and started frigging her till she was shouting "Nng! Nng! Nng!' very loudly behind her gag, and we could see her pinioned hands fluttering like caged birds-I was a little annoyed with Nils: if he'd wanted to be kind to Janice, he'd have taken her in the mouth: to be completely 'neutral', he could at least have fucked her: but to choose the tightest passage of the lot was definitely unkind-why, it was the sort of thing that I myself would have done!! Still, he was well within his rights-I did what I could to get my own back-Dagmar is, after all, his cousin-in-law-I put my hands on her slim back and pushed her forward, so that she pivoted on her widespread thighs, thus drawing her cunt up and forward off my prick. Then I pulled her back again-but this time my knob was presented at her little arsehole-And so, as Nils buggered my pretty Janice onstage, I repaid the compliment with his little cousin Dagmar in our box: and if he enjoyed his orgasm-well, so did I!
CHAPTER THREE
Janice's 'Exotic Dance' was popular-and justly so: but her 'Butterfly' was something out of this world-It was, I suppose, incredibly sexy-(what do I mean, 'I suppose'?-of course it was sexy!)but it wasn't the sexual part that struck one first It was actually a very beautiful performance, in an odd, eerie sort of way: and I think it was this rather shivery artistic beauty of the thing that impressed people most. Anyway, I'll describe the latest version, and you shall judge for yourselves.
(I say 'the latest version': you must understand that these things change as time goes by: perhaps some new little gimmick gets added in, or maybe a boring bit is quietly taken out-There's always 'evolution' taking place-Until recently, for example, the pins were held in little tweezers, and tapped in with a light hammer-a pretty tedious process: now we use Tom Bright's idea-little 'pistols' powered by compressed carbon dioxide, with the pins held in magazines, and fired out one at a time-rather like the modem way of giving an injection; each major color-red, blue, green, etc-has its own pistol, and we only use the tweezer-and-hammer method for the minor colors such as pink or gray-Then there's Art Gilpin's contribution. He's a dentist, and he introduced us to 'aerosol anesthesia'-a liquid which you spray onto the skin, and it produces surface anesthesia for two or three minutes-a feature much appreciated by the tortured volunteer! So you see there's so finalized version of the exhibition, and I don't suppose there ever will be-I'm going to describe the latest one, performed by Michel-who's Art Director for one of the big advertising agencies, and is pretty hot on decor, and 'special effects,' and so on.)
The curtains opened to disclose a completely bare and empty stage-which not unnaturally produced a little buzz of puzzled conversation in the boxes. Then Michel came onstage, in his 'working costume'-i.e., the usual loin-cloth. He waved a hand to us in friendly greeting, and then addressed us, almost casually-"Good evening, friends! Tonight, as you know, Janice is going to do 'The Butterfly' for your amusement; and we thought it might interest you to see how an illusion of this nature is built up from the very start." (I won't attempt to reproduce Michel's delightful French-Canadian accent: but it's an essential part of his carefully-nurtured 'public image'-and he wouldn't be the same without it). "Now basically, the thing consists of a pretty girl lying on her back with her legs in the air, and pointing her butt at you-Well, obviously the first thing we want is something for her to lie on-" Here, two Squatimen carried in a stout padded bench, which they set down in mid-stage, pointing out at the audience. Michel went over and started pointing out its features-"She's going to be on it for some time-so we make it padded. We don't want her wriggling about if the proceedings get a bit uncomfortable-so we've put this nice wide leather waistband on, which does up good and tight. And we certainly don't want her interfering at all, do we?-so we put her wrists into these two cuffs here, down at the side, on the central legs. Up at the front, we have this arch thing sticking up: and I expect you've all noticed these padded rests here, and up here, for her knees and ankles, and they've got these straps to them, and that's how we hold her legs still-up, and open, and slightly back." He picked up a heavy leather gag from the surface of the bench-"And finally, we use this to keep her quiet-we don't want any chit-chat interrupting the performance!
"So far, then, we have our pretty girl attached to the bench and showing you her butt, with her legs up in the air: and you're never going to think she's a butterfly unless we start camouflaging her a bit! So the next thing we need is a screen of sorts-" At his words, the Squatimen reappeared carrying a tall clothes-horse affair of tubular steel: they set this up at the foot of the bench, and opened out two side-wings running back at an angle to enclose the bench almost completely: then flat bars were clipped in across the top, making the whole thing fairly rigid. Finally they brought in a big armful of black drapes, which they piled on the floor beside the screen-
Michel resumed his little lecture-"Next, let's have the box of tricks!" A sort of mobile workbench was wheeled in, loaded with various bits and pieces: we could distinguish a rack with half a dozen of the little 'pistols' in it: and there was a big bowl of water, and an open tray covered with strips of black cloth-Michel picked one of these up and held it out to the audience: it was about four inches wide, and perhaps ten inches long-"Here's a new idea-", he said. "We have to try and make you forget there's a naked girl under the butterfly-and one of the things we must do is hide her white flesh. Up till now, we've been using a quick-drying black wash, which hasn't really been very satisfactory: so we're going to try this cloth-it's backed with one of the new tacky adhesives that peel off very easily; and we're hoping we'll be able to do a better job than before, and much quicker-And here's the butterfly itself--. " He held up a big flat envelope, and half drew out a piece of brilliantly-colored paper from inside-"This is a very special transfer," he said, "and it can make or mar our illusion at the very start. Each transfer comes in two halves, representing the right and left wings of the butterfly-there are no prizes for guessing how we make the body, I'm afraid! There are three different models, so we have a choice of three butterflies: and I think we have quite a colorful one for you tonight. Now I think that's about as far as I can take you just by talking, so let's have Janice out, and we'll make a start!"
There was a prolonged round of applause as Janice came onstage, looking peculiarly attractive in her little wrap-around loin-cloth, and made her bow to the audience. Then Michel led her over to the couch, gently removed her loin-cloth, and gestured to her to take up her position-Soon she was properly attached, with her arms and legs held immobile, and the big gag across her mouth. Her position gave us the clearest possible view of her pretty cunt: and already there were indications that the audience were starting to amuse themselves in their boxes-we could hear little gasps and cries from several quarters, as female members were made to take up positions similar to Janice's.
Michel took out the transfer, and held one wing in place, against her thigh and buttock: then he used a black pencil to trace around the edge-He repeated the process on the other leg: then he took up a strip of the black adhesive cloth-"Now I'm going to start 'blacking-out' ", he said. "Remember, I don't want you to see any white flesh: and while parts of her are easy to disguise"-here he picked a length of drape from the pile on the floor and laid it across her stomach: and suddenly all the upper part of her body 'disappeared'-"I can't do that here, on the vertical. I can conceal her legs easily enough, to just above her knees, by hanging a drape from this top bar-so. But as you see, that eaves me with a straight edge right across: so there has to be some filling-in below that line-" He was working away with the strips of cloth as he spoke, bending them along the outline of the butterfly, and pressing them down onto Janice's flesh-Slowly the visual concept of a pair of naked thighs disappeared; and the illusion grew that Janice's backside was looking at us through a black cloth in which a butterfly-shaped hole had been cut. Michel had made a good start?
Now Michel applied the transfer-Somewhat to most people's surprise, the process was really no more difficult than in one's school-days-firm application was essential, followed by thorough wetting with the sponge, and then careful withdrawal. Tnere was a sign of relief from the audience as the blank paper from the second 'wing' was successfully withdrawn, leaving the brilliant tracery of colors on Janice's naked flesh. Now the scene really began to look like a butterfly-the two spread wings lying on the cheeks of the pretty butt, and running up the thigh: and the body being beautifully represented by the open cunt, with the crisp black bush doing duty as the insect's furry head-
"Now comes the painful part for Janice," Michael told us. "I have to fill in the proper colors with these little pins"-ne held his hand up, and a shower of brilliantly-colored pins fell into a waiting bowl. "I'd like you to think about these pins a little-They're as light as we can make them: but they've obviously got some weight: and we have to make sure that they don't fall out-for that would spoil the illusion. So that means a good firm pinning in-Up till now we've been using a one-eighth pin: but these new pistols"-he held one up for inspection by the close-up camera-"pack a very sharp, sudden little punch: and our tests show we can get by with a one-tenth pin. Even so, that means that every single pin goes in one tenth of an inch deep-and that's far enough to cause a real 'pin-prick', even though the pins are very sharp. Next, please remember that each 'wing' requires about 1000 pins-The area of the 'wing' is approximately 60 square inches: and the pins are a quarter of an inch across-so that it takes 16 of them to cover one square inch, which makes 960 for 60 square inches. We do what we can with this anesthetic spray here: but even so, 2000 pins concentrated into this relatively small area is quite a strain on poor Janice!" He patted her gaily-painted backside affectionately, then picked up one of the pistols-
"I'm not going to bore you with technicalities," he said. "This thing works off a carbon dioxide cartridge, which is good for about 200 shots. It's quite easy to use-just press this thin tube against the flesh where you want the pin to go, and press the trigger-bingo! She feels a short, sharp prick-that's all. The real hard chore is loading the magazines beforehand: each magazine takes 20 pins, in two columns of 10, and they all have to be loaded by hand-
"So let's get started! I've got blue pins here: here's a blue area-we'll just give it a spray from the freeze-can-so: count ten to let it take effect-:and FIRE ONE!"
I don't know what we had all been expecting possibly a loud bang and a terrible scream from behind Janice's gag. What we got was something of an anti-climax, but somehow a bit terrifying in its efficiency. We heard a series of regular Tfft! Pfft! Pfft!' noises-about 7 or 8 of them, one after the other, at about the speed you get by saying 'One a second, two a second, three a second' in a normal conversational way. We saw Michel press his pistol tube into Janice's right thigh, then move it along, slowly and deliberately, like a man filling in the letters in a crossword puzzle: and every time he 'wrote in a letter', the pistol went Pfft!'-and through our opera-glasses we could just see a little line of square-headed blue pins on Janice's thigh-
And that was it: it was rather dull, really-nothing spectacular to see, because of course the flesh was blue already, from the transfer, so there was no sudden startling change of color-just a steady build-up over the whole area-now red, now green, then yellow, and back to blue again. Every now and then Michel would drive one or two pins by hand, using tweezers and a little mallet: this slowed down the rate a bit, and what with changing the magazines, and reloading with new Co2 cartridges, his overall speed was about 40 pins a minute-so that to do one wing took him the best part of half an hour. Janice said 'Nng!' every now and then, when Michel wasn't using the freeze-can often enough: and by the end of the hour, she was saying it pretty frequently-
But in the end it was all done, and the whole of the butterfly was covered in little colored pins. Then Michel showed us two long pins with round black balls for heads-"These are the antennae and they're the worst of the lot, because they have to go in fairly deep: we put them into the soft flesh just where her bush peters out, at the top of her quim: and we give her lots of anesthetic-" Even so, Janice cried out bitterly behind her gag as she felt the two wicked stabs in her crotch: and the soft pads of flesh were bruised and sore for a whole week afterwards.
Somewhere along the line, Michel had covered the framework of the screen completely, so that it was impossible to see any part of Janice through the two side wings. Now he stepped to the front of the stage, turning round to carry out a brief inspection. Apparently he could see no more than we could from our boxes-a somewhat 'modern arty' butterfly in rather garish colors, perched on a black background-a wall, or a mound, or something of that sort. Even through the opera-glasses, it was hard to recognize the fact that one was looking at an open cunt, with the flesh around it cunningly decorated with colored pins-I think most people would have agreed that Michel had succeeded admirably in camouflaging his basic material. Janice's naked flesh: but it was questionably whether a majority of the audience were really sold on the butterfly bit-
Michel went over to his work-trolley and wheeled it round behind the side arm of the screen: curiously, this simple action seemed to improve the verisimilitude of the butterfly-now that one could no longer see the raw materials from which it had been built up, nor the artist who made it-(for Michel himself was now behind the screen)-the thing somehow began to look more real: though, oddly, it was becoming more difficult to make it out-
Suddenly we realized that the stage lights were slowly dimming out-
-Slowly dimming out, till it was impossible to pick out any details on the stage. And yet the butterfly was clearly visible-even more so than before: and now it was glowing like some living jewel, rich in color, with a glorious sheen rippling across the surface of the wings as it pulsated on its perch-The effect was quite beautiful: and the spontaneous ripple of applause grew in volume till the whole auditorium was warmly applauding Michel's magnificent tour de force. The thing really seemed to be alive: and everyone would swear that Michel had had no opportunity to make an actual switch-that must be Janice there-or was it?
(Well, of course it was! The whole thing was just a neat scientific trick-The little pins were made out of plastic: and the dye that colored them was 'luminescent'-which meant that they would glow when bathed in ultra-violet light. Michel had set up a 'black light' spotlight, tucked away among the footlights where the audience couldn't see it, and trained it carefully onto the area where Janice's butt would be. Then, as the stage lights were dimmed, gradually cutting out our 'ordinary' vision of the pins, the ultra-violet spotlight was slowly brought into play, rising from zero to full strength, till the special dye in the pin-heads glowed and sparkled, to give the beautiful rich life-like effect that we could see before us--.)
Even if you knew the trick, the effect was really very beautiful-But now came Michel's own personal contribution, which was so moving, in an offbeat, eerie sort of way, that more than one of the girls found herself in tears, and even the men were emotionally moved-
Very softly, very tenderly, Michel's voice came at us over the loudspeakers-(Remember, the stage was in darkness: we could see nothing except this beautiful jeweled creature pulsating gently on its perch: and then came the soft French-Canadian voice-peaceful at first, and happy: then, as the tragedy unfolded, becoming somber and despairing-almost agonized-Very moving, it was--. )
"Is he not beautiful, the little butterfly, as he sits sunning himself so peacefully, so trustingly? See how his beautiful wings are quivering, so that all the lovely colors dance and shimmer!"
("Yes!", said Janice later, "-and you'd dance and shimmer too, with Michel teasing your nipples till they were all hard and aching!")
"He is happy, our little butterfly, and he is sleepy in the sun-See! now his head is drooping: his eyes are closing: he is drooping off to sleep-" (Here, Janice let herself go slack and motionless.)
"Alas! Poor butterfly-All unknowing, taking his siesta close to the lair of a Killer Worm-See now! His presence is detected-The horrid worm is on his trail-"
(There were actually one or two audible cries of distress as the 'worm' suddenly made its appearance about a foot above the 'butterfly'-Michel had put a special fingerstall on is forefinger and poked it through a slit in the drapes above Janice's cunt: and it was glowing ghastly pale yellow in the ultraviolet light-
Michael 'walked' his finger slowly down-and I must say the picture of the Killer Worm slowly advancing on its sleeping prey was quite obscene in its realism--. )
"Wake up, little butterfly, wake up! The worm will drill through your spinal column if he catches you, and eat the cord: and you will die in agony, poor little butterfly-Wake up, before it is too late!"
(But of course it was too late: and as we watched, the worm made a little rush over the last few inches separating it from its prey, and buried its fangs in the back of the butterfly's neck, so that the doomed insect leapt suddenly on its perch-or, if you prefer, Michel's skillful finger landed smack on Janice's defenseless clitoris and made her jump-)
"Now the poor butterfly is paralyzed by the poison of the worm: he cannot get away-"
"And nor could I," said Janice, "strapped out on that damned bench with a half a million drawing-pins in my butt!")
"All he can do is suffer-Oh, see how he is twisting in his agony!"
("Just try having your clitoris frigged," said Janice, "and see if you can keep your cunt still!" But the wings were very beautiful, flashing and shimmering as the doomed insect struggled for its life--. )
"Ah, see now! Look how the butterfly is shuddering and jerking as death overtakes him-And there sits the Killer Worm, sucking the very life from the poor dying body-"
("There stands bloody Michel," said Janice, "frigging me with one hand while I'm coming, and teasing my nipples with the other!")
Slowly, the loathsome worm crawled away from the body of its victim, to vanish into its lair. The sheen died out of the limp vanquished wings (as the 'black light' spot was faded out): and we were looking at the dead butterfly (as the stage lights came on)-Michel came out from behind the screen, to be greeted with tumultuous applause. 'The Butterfly' had been an unqualified success: and now all that was left was the clearing-up-
The Squatimen ran onstage: and at once Janice 'reappeared' as the screen was taken down and the black drape removed from her torso. Then the sticky strips were peeled away and we were looking at a naked girl in bondage with two oddly-colored patches on her butt-Carefully, Michel took out the two long antenna pins: then the Squatimen set about 'de-pinning' the tortured butt and thighs. For this, they used a device like an old-fashioned cheese-cutter-a short thin wire with hand-grips at either end: each took a thigh: then, going turn and turn about, first right, then left, they stripped the pins out a row at a time, working the thin wire under the heads and then flipping their wrists away from Janice, so that ten or fifteen pins fell to the floor at once.
Poor Janice's muffled 'Nnngs!' bore witness to the painfulness of the process: and when at last she was free of pins, some ten to twelve minutes later, the whole surface of her butt and thighs was shiny red with blood-Michel wiped her off with a wet cloth soaked in a mixture of styptic and disinfectant: and less than twenty little spots stayed red after this first pass. A second pass reduced the bleeding spots to four or five: and these he treated with a styptic pencil, so that within twenty minutes after being a butterfly, Janice was once again her lovely exciting self-naked, red-arsed, in bondage, with her legs held wide apart. Who could resist the invitation? Certainly not Michel, whose prick had been stiff and aching for more than ninety minutes-
As the Squatimen finished sweeping up the pins and left the stage, he ran forward with a great cry of lust and buried himself deep in the helpless body: then we watched and listened, fascinated, as the TV screens and Janice's mounting 'Nnngs!' bore witness to the progress of a savage rape that ended with a shattering dual orgasm that had us applauding in our boxes-
CHAPTER FOUR
You mustn't think that Janice is just a masochist pure and simple, and nothing else-I have happy memories of many, many nights when our sex was 'straight,' and deeply satisfying-There was that night in the Bahamas, for instance, when we saw that shooting star-a lovely, memorable evening, when we had dined excellently, and we sat on our hotel balcony in that lovely warm scented air and watched the fireflies in the garden down below: and then suddenly there was this fantastically beautiful streak of fire across the sky, and somehow we felt a mystical togetherness-We lay together on the bed, and I took her lovely body gently, and did 'carezza' with her for an hour-just lying deep inside her, hard as iron, but making no move to fuck her-Her violet eyes gazed into mine, very seriously, very tenderly: and every now and then she would contract her lovely cunt so that I could feel her squeeze my prick. She came twice by herself: and as I felt her soft vagina throb and twitch and saw her eyes roll up in ecstasy, I put my tongue out stiff and firm, and stabbed it inside her gasping mouth. The third time, I could hold out no longer: and I set my prick shuttering to and fro in her willing passage till she moaned and sobbed in ecstasy and cried out her triumphant 'Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!' as she creamed, and took me with her into an orgasm of unparalleled beauty-
And I've been through many orgies with her, when there wasn't a smacked bottom from start to finish-and yet she was having, and giving, fun the whole way through-Last summer, for example, when Britt and Dagmar stayed over in Montreal for Expo, Janice and I asked Nils over for an evening's fun and games, and we got Charles Spencer to come too. I know there was absolutely no conscious planning-'Yes, we will do this' or 'No, we will not do that': the evening just grew: and I want to emphasize that it seemed perfectly natural to us all, and not in the least 'unusual', that Janice should not be in bondage being whipped or torture-
We started off by watching some very blue films that Nils had brought with him-as you know, legislation in Sweden is very permissive in these matters: and that made all four of us pretty randy, I can tell you! Janice was the only piece of cunt available, so obviously she was elected-and equally obviously she had no objections! She stripped off very rapidly, and started doing a 'bumps and grinds' parade in front of us that had our cocks standing to the ceiling-We started a bit of an argument as to who should have her first: and she settled that very nicely by saying-"Of, for God's sake! Come on then-all of you!"-and before we knew where we were, two of us were sandwiching her, and the third had his prick deep in her willing mouth, and we finished up with a splendid mass orgasm that had us shuddering and sweating in most delightful fashion-Well, it was obviously going to take a bit of time before we'd be ready to do her again: and she didn't seem all that keen on waiting-for after a while she said to Charles-"Come on! I've just sucked you off-now you do me!"-and more or less plastered her cunt all over his face-Of course, Charles gamahuched her very thoroughly, and she had a beautiful spend, and shouted 'Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!' very loudly-And that set the pattern for the evening-we took her twice more, all three together, each taking our turn in cunt, mouth, and arsehole: and after she'd had a rest, the one she'd just sucked off gave her a personal gamahuche-and I can assure you a good time was had by all without bondage or sadism-
And I've seen her have a pretty good time making someone else uncomfortable-She's not really sadistic by nature: but every now and then the mood seems to come over her, and she really lets herself go! A few weeks ago, Nils was out of town for a week on business: we had Britt and Dagmar over to stay with us, and we were all taking the opportunity to enjoy showing little Dagmar the ins and outs of offbeat sex-This particular occasion, Janice just moved in and took charge of things: and by God!-poor Dagmar really got put through it! Janice made her sit on the bed, and then clipped her ankles to a longish spreader-bar: then her wrists followed suit, to the same eyelets that were holding her ankles: then Janice pushed her gently slim young body to the edge of the bed, so that
Dagmar's blonde-bushed cunt was at the very edge-I don't think Britt had ever seen Janice in this sort of mood: and I really believe she was a bit scared as Janice showed Dagmar a big shiny rubber dildo, and told her she was going to fuck her unconscious with it. Even my eyebrows went up a bit when I saw her get out the bristel-ring and stretch it over the end of the dildo, explaining gravely to poor Dagmar that the short, stubby bristles would drag over the soft lining of her vagina and send her almost mad with the sensation-(and she wasn't far wrong, either!)
The little blonde Swede cried out most delightfully as the bristly dildo slides slowly into her widespread cunt: she watched, open-mouthed, as Janice buckled the thing firmly round her slim loins-obviously, Dagmar's acquaintanceship with Lesbianism was very sketchy, and she simply didn't know that one woman could 'fuck' another. Then Janice had Britt kneel over her little cousin's face, so that her pretty cunt was just above Dagmar's mouth: and finally my determined darling turned to me"Gerald!, " she said, "I want you up my butt, darling!" Then she started teasing Britt's nipples, and made Britt return the compliment for her: while I was told to stretch down and play with Dagmar's fresh young tits-Then off we went-Dagmar being 'bristle-fucked' by Janice's dildo; Britt being gamahuached by her cousin; and Janice being nicely buggered by yours truly-and 'a good time was had by all', as they say!
But there was more to come-After everyone had recovered from a truly monster spend, Janice released poor little Dagmar from her spreader-bar, and strapped her arms behind her, wrists to elbows. I was intrigued to see that Britt had no compunctions about helping Janice, whenever she was asked: obviously, cousinly solidarity took second place to good old lust--! Together, the two girls fitted the slim little blonde into calf-length leather boots with eight-inch heels-which looked incredibly sexy on her young naked body, and made her tilt her pelvis forward in a delightfully impudent way, as though she were offering herself freely to all-comers for a fuck-
Then Janice produced a rig which I of course knew well, but which was quite new to Britt-and to their unsuspecting victim-First came two metal rings, which Janice tied firmly into Dagmar's pale-gold silky hair at the back of her head, just below the crown: from these, a Y-shaped leather strap hung down, ending below the pinioned forearms. Next came a light flat bar of steel, some ten inches long: this was suspended on two wires, fixed about an inch on either side of the centre-point, and then joining together into an inverted Y: the tail of the Y terminated in a ring to which was fixed a short length of leather strap carrying a buckle-
Britt's eyes opened in delighted surprise when she noticed the eight little sharp-pointed studs on the upper face of the bar, four on either side of the centre-point. When Janice whispered in her ear, she hastened over and lifted the two globes of her cousin's slim young arms so that Janice could lay the spiked bar snugly under the gluteal fold. Poor Dagmar gave a great start when she felt the bite of the sharp little studs: but by this time Janice had tucked the wire neatly into the pretty crack, and was pulling upwards so that the eight spikes bit into the soft naked underflesh: and there was nothing Dagmar could do but teeter round ineffectually on her ridiculous high heels and utter frantic cries-Then the hanging strap was threaded through the buckle and pulled tight-and tighter-till the blonde head was dragged painfully back down: and when the unhappy victim tried to raise it to a position in which her neck muscles would not ache so agonizingly, the upward pull on the wire running between her buttocks drew the spikes into even more painful contact with the underside of her soft trembling globes-
As the full realization of her position dawned on her, Dagmar screamed full-throated: but her outcry was abruptly terminated when Janice clamped a large leather gag across her mouth, threading the tie-cords carefully underneath the taut vertical strap running down her back to hold head and buttocks joined so painfully together-Now Dagmar's protests were reduced to an ineffectual 'Mm-mm!' which did but scant justice to her outraged feelings.
Janice patted the trembling naked body gently, with a happy little sigh. She seemed to be enjoying the reversal of her usual role, in which she was the helpless butt of others' cruelty-Her fingers went to the firm young breasts, which were standing high and firm on Dagmar's panting chest, owing to the unnatural back-flung position of her head: we heard the muffled 'Mm!' rise in pitch, as for a short moment the tormented blonde's misery was alleviated by the sensuous pleasure of a well-fingered pair of nipples.
But Dagmar's pleasure was alas! not Janice's objective-Her face alight with anticipation, she fetched a pair of light thin-lashed whips-not capable of inflicting a savage cutting blow, but more than adequate for the tormenting of soft naked flesh-Britt's eyes were shining as she grasped the handle proffered to her: and I found myself wondering how much a man can ever know about a woman-I was a little surprised to see the evident enjoyment with which she was looking forward to the punishing of her own blood cousin-
"Now dance for us, darling!", said Janice gaily: and the thin stinging lash fell with a little hiss across Dagmar's up-thrust breasts-'Sst! Sst! Sst!'-now Britt had joined the act, and two thin red streaks appeared across the naked butt-Dagmar cried out in anguish, the leather gag transmitting a muffled 'Mm-mm-mm!' that fell pleasantly on our ears: and her pinioned body jerked involuntarily, so that the little spikes bit savagely again at her unprotected flesh. The blows from the light whips were hardly agonizing: but they were painful enough, and as Janice's whip fell 'Sst! Sst!' across the defenseless coral nipples, before descending to the flat stomach, and thence lower still to the fronts of the quivering thighs, Dagmar's cries increased in volume-
Now she pirouetted round on her stilt-like heels, in a futile attempt to escape the regular stinging blows-only to find that now her breasts and belly lay open to Britt's attack, while Janice was presented with the red-streaked butt and thighs-And so the merry game went on-I was in the seventh heaven, not merely from the sight of little Dagmar being tormented, but also from the delicious spectacle of the two beautiful bodies twisting and turning, with firm breasts swinging from side to side, as they piled their whips on their helpless victim-
At last Janice called a halt-Thin trickles of blood were running down poor Dagmar's thighs: not that the spikes had caused deep wounds, you must understand-but Dagmar's frenzied jerking and writhing had made the little needle-points move about, so that she had little raw spots on the underside of her lovely globes: and the time had clearly come to change the scene-Together, the two panting beauties manhandled the little body into the spreader-bar position once again: and while Janice stanched the little bleeding wounds with styptic, Britt buckled on the dildo, still embellished with the 'bristle-band': then we took up our positions-Janice almost sitting on Dagmar's face, and myself plunged deeply into Britt's warm silky rectum. The little blonde was soon squealing with ecstasy under the terrible stimulus of the bristles in her cunt, and she came in great streams before any of us were ready: we let her finish-then we resumed our task with redoubled vigor, so that when we finally came, she joined us in a second orgasm that left her almost unconscious for a while-
I hope these examples will suffice to show that my pretty Janice isn't only masochistic in her tastes-
Another little vignette-Janice is onstage, naked, gagged, arms bound behind her back, red-arsed from a good nettle-birching followed by a session with the strap-Tom Bright has her in a delightful device of his own invention-the 'Totty Seat'. This is basically a simple padded ring, with a short upright padded back: the ring is oval rather than round, and is of such a size and shape that when Janice is made to sit in it she finds she must spread her thighs so that they fit comfortably into two indentations in the ring. Further, the ring is large enough to allow her to slip part-way through, so that her tight-stretched buttocks jut down a foot below the 'seat', with her secret parts the lowest point of all-wide open, and oh! so very accessible. Four wires are attached to rings set round the rim of the 'seat', running up to a metal ball affair which has a stout steel eye on top. The whole contraption is suspended on a length of stout wire rope running through two ball-bearing pulleys in the flies: at one end are Janice and her seat, at the other a series of lead weights that exactly balance the naked body to the fraction of an ounce. Tom has demonstrated the niceness of the balance by raising first Janice, then the counterweight, with slight upward thrust of one finger: the free-running pulley allows the rope to move very smoothly, to and fro, up and down-Then Tom discloses that the metal sphere is a ball-bearing swivel device, and a gentle push of the finger sets Janice rotating freely-
Tom positions himself carefully on the couch so that his rigid upright prick is exactly below Janice's yawning cunt: then he draws the seat down slowly, and impales her fair and square-He starts bouncing her up and down quite gently, controlling her movement with one finger: Janice shudders ecstatically in her 'Totty Seat' as she is most deliciously fucked-with no bodily contact between her and her raper except for the solid rod of flesh in her vagina-Then Tom starts rotating her as well-Up and down, round and back! The wonderful corkscrew motion that drags the sensitive walls of her vagina 'every which way' is more than she can stand, and with a high-pitched 'Nng! Nng! Nng!'(Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!' cannot penetrate the leather gag)-she creams deliciously in a sweet orgasm that has the perspiration breaking out over her naked body, and the juices running down from her twitching cunt, to seep over Tom's muscular thighs-
Tom has contrived to contain himself: and after allowing her to rest awhile, he starts her up and down again. This time, he swivels her round at right angles to the line of his body; then his hands go down, and he starts a maddening tickling-one hand attacking the little brown anus, the other teasing the sensitive clitoris-gently, oh! so gently-and very skillfully, till Janice feels she must burst with pleasure: she finds she cannot stop her vagina biting rhythmically at the big raping prick that slides up and down so maddeningly inside her. Without warning, Tom spins her round, and changes hands: she nearly faints with pleasure at the sudden circular movement within her soft brimming vagina, and shouts "Nnng! Nng!' behind her gag. Up and down, round and back--!
Finally, Tom can stand it no more: he grips the seat firmly in both hands and rams her up and down rapidly on his prick till her violet eyes roll in their sockets and she bursts into a long orgasm that takes him along with it-When he finally pushes the 'Totty Seat' up, in order to relax, the mingled spunk and juices drip slowly from her crimson cunt to splash onto his bush and belly down below-
Five minutes later, he stretched one hand out lazily and slowly pulls her down towards her swelling cock-Janice shudders in tingling anticipation as she feels the soft rubbery head fumbling at her anus-and slowly hardening as her ring is forced to massage it gently-till it is erect and firm once again and ready to slide purposefully inside the defenseless arsehole-And once again the terrible up and down and round and back commences within her tight, sensitive rectum till she can scream in ecstasy no more and is reduced to hoarse grunts behind her gag until at last his finger on her swollen clitoris brings her the glorious relief of a monster orgasm: and while she is coming, he spins her rapidly through a full circle so that for a moment she feels her rectum has burst into flames of ecstasy-
It is still too early yet for Tom to come: and the delicious torment is repeated, till clitoris and nipples stand hard and swollen and almost crackling with electric sensation, and his fingers on her well-strapped scarlet butt are maddening her with their ceaseless gentle kneading-
Now he is groaning beneath her: and he drives her body ever faster up and down and round and back: till suddenly he explodes high into her twitching butt, and she sobs in ecstasy and spends fiercely till the whole 'Totty Seat' creaks and shivers beneath her-
And after, she is lowered to the floor and dumped out unceremoniously: and while she is sprawling, hands still pinioned at her back-Tom clips her slim angles to the spreader-bar-She moans helplessly behind her gag as he returns from the cupboard carrying a fresh green nettle-birch and a little scourge of knotted cords. He rolls her gently over onto her back, and plants one foot firmly on the mid-point of the spreader bar: then he raises the nettle-birch, and starts punishing the tender in-sides of the slim trembling thighs which she cannot bring together-
CHAPTER FIVE
I don't really know whether this next episode is a fair one or not, in view of what I said at the beginning of Chapter I-strictly speaking, it wasn't Club business, of course: but I find I've already included other things that didn't take place in the Club itself-and after all, Madam Cora is a member-Well, I'll put it in, anyway: and if you think I'm not playing fair-then I apologize!
It all started one day not so long ago when Madam Cora rang me up-(you remember her. Neil Fraser's friend with the two call-girls who had to be punished, and she did it at the Club?)-to ask if we would consider helping her out again. She told me she'd been engaged to arrange an orgy for the Thursday of the following week at one of those huge country mansions up north, just beyond the city limits. All her girls were going to be fully occupied partnering the men: and she said she'd be a bit pushed to mount any decent entertainment-blue films are all very well, but those millionaire characters want to see some live action for their money, she said-Would we be willing, perhaps, to lend her a couple of girls? There'd be a nice new pony-skin coat in it for each girl-
Well, we talked it over: I happened to know that Abby was very short of money at that time, and I told Cora that if she didn't mind, springing cash, I could perhaps sign Abby up-That was OK by Cora: and Abby was so strapped that she leapt at the offer: so on the day she gave a splendid performance with Neil Fraser's two Great Danes-(She's done it once already at the Club: each of them gets to screw her; and then at the end, one buggers her while she sucks the other one off-A most sordid and depraved spectacle-but wildly exciting, I can assure you-I've seen it, so I know!) So that was one quite interesting act arranged for Cora: and I know her people enjoyed it a lot-
Then something Cora said triggered off an old memory in my mind-She'd been talking about this millionaire and his house, and she mentioned that there was an enclosed squash court which was very seldom used: and at once I recalled vividly the last time I'd seen 'an enclosed squash court which was very seldom used'-six years ago, when I was touring the Middle East: that private party in Cairo, that went on most of the week-and that act with the big buck Negro and the little blonde, what did they call it?-yes, 'The Oil Bath'-that was it!
I spoke earnestly with Cora for a while: then we got Janice in and soon she was smiling and nodding her head in agreement: and then we started listing what would have to be done-
Naturally, I didn't get a very good seat on the following Thursday-after all, I was only Madar Cora's 'Master of Cermonies'; and I suppose I was lucky to be there at all-The gallery of the squash court was crammed to capacity with the men and their girls: but the three rows of seats were on a rising slope, so everyone got a pretty good view, though only those in the front row could see what was going on at the foot of the back wall, underneath the gallery.
When the audience filed in to their seats, the court was in darkness: then the big lights went on, and they could see that the bottom five or six feet of the walls had been hung with gymnasium mats, suspended on cords from the top of the walls: the floor had been completely covered with mats, too. Otherwise, the court was entirely empty.
The door opened: and in walked a pretty young Negress, naked except for a little loincloth-(this was a friend of Abby's, who was glad to pick up a $20 bill for her short 'walking-on' part). She was carrying a light tin tub affair, and a big jug: and these she set down on the floor.
Then Janice came in, wearing one of the Club's terry-toweling robes, and a plain white bathing-cap completely covering her hair. Slowly, she stripped off her robe, to appear completely nude: and I could hear the breathing in the gallery quicken as they saw the firm slim body paraded for their inspection. Janice stepped into the tub-
The Negress raised the jug above Janice's head, and tilted-A golden stream of medium oil flowed down, onto the bathing-cap and then on downwards over her body, with the residue collecting in the tub. Carefully, Janice spread the oil over every square inch of her body, while the young Negress helped to cover her at the back. Janice stooped two or three times to scoop up extra handfuls from the tub-it was obviously important that no part of her body should be left unoiled: and a very tasty spectacle the lithe naked body made, twisting and turning into all sorts of shameless and revealing poses. At last she was covered to her satisfaction: she nodded to the Negress, who gathered up robe and jug and took them out, return-for a careful second trip with the tub of oil. Now Janice was alone: her gleaming golden body looked very beautiful as she stood facing us in the middle of the court, watching the door with a tense and wary look on her face-
Suddenly, with a great bellow, Hank sprang through the door and slammed it shut behind him. (This time, I can assure you it really was Hank. Bud, the other Terrible Twin, was in hospital having his appendix out. We thought we'd solved the problem at last of identifying which was which-but our two handsome twins had the laugh on us: three days after the orgy, Hank went into hospital with--guess what! And wouldn't you know it, his scar's the spitting image of Bud's).
He was wearing nothing except a wicked cock-stand-(just a smidgen too much Spanish Fly, we agreed later)-and at the sight of the huge muscular brown body advancing slowly on poor Janice, there was a murmur of delighted appreciation from the audience, who of course had no idea that the two were really very good friends. Hank was growling at the back of his throat,-(just as it called for in his scrip!)-and I must say it really looked most exciting and atavistic-the huge Negro about to rape the lovely slim white girl.
As the powerful brown hands advanced towards her naked body, Janice seemed frozen in her tracks with horrified anticipation. Her mouth was half open, and one could almost see the scream building up to breaking-point inside her-
Hank leapt forward the last half-yard, and his hands fell onto the slim quivering shoulders-
There was no actual noise, but the general effect was that of an orange-pip going Tlip!' when squeezed between finger and thumb-Janice shrugged her shoulders and dropped her body down a little: and Hank found his hands clasping the empty air-There was a gasp of delighted comprehension from the audience: now the puzzling ritual of the oil-bath made sense! Every time he grasped at the well-oiled body, his hands would slip off: and that would drive him and with frustration-And the white bathing-cap-why, that denied him the opportunity of twisting his hands unfairly into her hair-BUT-every contact would wipe away a little of the film of oil that protected her: and in the end, there would come a time when her body no longer' slipped away from his grasp-And then-oho! oho! that big prick would surely do lot of very energetic work before quitting-time came!
With a roar of fury, Hank swung round to find Janice waiting warily off to one side. She could not avoid his lightning-quick tackle, which drove her back against the padded wall: but as the strong brown arms went round her-Tlip!'-and again he found himself clutching thin air-There was applause and laughter from the audience as the golden body wriggled away on hands and knees: but I could see that Janice's contact with the wall had left a clearly visible oil-slick on her body, to protect her from Hank's hands-
She was on her feet again just in time to meet his next rush. This time, the big brown arms wound themselves right round the naked body, crushing it against his hard chest till Janice gasped for breath: then a great muscular leg wrapped itself round her at the knees-I was sure that this was the end: when-'plip!'-somehow she wriggled out of his clutches once again-
Hank was wild with frustration now, and the audience laughed and cheered as he crouched down and crept forward slowly like some big cat stalking its prey. Cora's call-girls were almost completely naked now, as their men responded to the stimulus of the spectacle unfolding below them. I saw Diana, the little sulky blonde, having her tits teased by a big burly dark-jawed fellow who looked fully capable of giving her a proper work-out. Jackie, the redhead, hadn't been so lucky-her chap was a scrawny little character in his sixties: it looked to me as if all she'd get out of his was a blow job! (Incidentally, Cora's girls were all absolutely tops: most of them were in the $100 bracket-and they looked well worth it!).
Janice weathered the next few attacks: but it was obvious her time was running short-There were oil-smears on all the walls,, and on the floor as well: and physical exhaustion was making her slow off the mark. She looked quite lovely as she strove to evade the big randy Negro and thus postpone the inevitable rape: I particularly enjoyed the play of the muscles inside the long slim thighs, and the swing of the firm breasts as she twisted her torso desperately to one side to avoid another rush 'Plip!'-he had her by one wrist; but once again she slipped through his oily fingers.
But the end could not be long delayed-Janice was weakening rapidly in her unequal struggle with the huge Negro football star: and the oil was wearing very thin On her body, so that Hank was able to get more and more of a grip with every new attack. The audience sensed their wait was almost at an end: hitherto, they had been rooting for Janice, applauding her every time she got away from her huge pursuer: but now they changed their tune, and started encouraging Hank with cries of "Rape her!", "Screw her good!", "Fuck that pussy!", and the like-
Quite suddenly, it was all over-In a desperate attempt to evade yet another of Hank's tireless rushes, poor Janice tripped and fell to the floor. In a flash, the big Negro had pounced on her helpless body with a cry of triumph, and pinned her under his two hundred pounds of solid muscle, she wailed in despair: but she was quite powerless against him, of course-(She told me afterwards that her main trouble was to appear sufficiently reluctant to be convincing: in actual fact, her 'wrestling-match' with the big naked Negro had inflamed her to the point where she was almost screaming to be fucked) The audience watched fascinated as he undid her bathing-cap and removed it from her head: then they heard her sob as one huge hand twined itself into her hair, mastering her in a grip from which she had no hope of escape-Then Hank rose to his knees with a grunt of satisfaction and rolled her over onto her back-
Up in our gallery, the pretty call-girls were no longer being allowed to play the role of idle spectators-With Janice's rape now imminent, the men seemed more than anxious to put their orgy-partners to the test-Several of the girls had already been penerated-among them Diana, who was sitting astride her partner's thighs with her back to him: between her widely-parted legs, his big prick was deep in her blonde-bushed cunt, and he was driving her slowly up and down on his upright shaft with his big hands clasped firmly round her coral-tipped breasts-I saw I had been right about Jackie's partner. He was sitting bolt upright on his bench, with a happy expression on his face and one hand would firmly into her red hair: she was kneeling between his parted legs with his long flabby prick in her mouth-I did not envy her evening in the least-
Down in the squash court, Hank had completely mastered the panting Irish beauty-He was kneeling between her widespread thighs, each arm crooked underneath a leg to bend it up and back: and he had raised his arms, so that poor Janice was almost standing on her shoulders-The head of the big stiff prick was sliding along the open crimson gash of her cunt, probing, exploring, seeking out its resting-place-We heard her gasp as the big glans sank suddenly into the waiting vagina: then Hank gave a great cry of triumph, and threw his body forward between the quivering white thighs-
Janice cried out sharply as the big black prick plunged deeply into her vagina-Then Hank's face came down, and his open mouth pressed urgently onto hers. In the gallery, we heard her moaning "Nng-nnng!" as the pitiless rape got under way-(or, as Janice described it to us later, we failed to hear her shouting exultantly-"Fuck me, you beautiful black bastard!", as she went willingly up the ladder of pleasure-).
I must say it made a lovely spectacle, the big powerful Negro coupling with the helpless white girl-Hank was fucking her rhythmically, accompanying each stroke with a grunting 'Hah!' of pleasure that was matched by Janice's gasping 'Oh!': and occasionally we could hear his big balls slapping gently against her buttocks as he reamed her pretty quim-
Both of them were too excited to hold out for very long: and almost before the audience had had time to savor the delicious spectacle to the full, the two actors burst into a mighty orgasm that left nothing to be desired-Hank was bellowing like a rutting bull: we could see his buttocks contracting rhythmically, and in his efforts to reach right into Janice's womb he had raised his upper torso, taking her legs up with him on his arms so that she was standing on her shoulders once again, pink-flushed all over her body and shuddering in the ecstasy of her spend as she shouted out her triumphant high-pitched 'Ooh! Ooh!' Ooh!'
The audience were more than pleased by the lascivious sight of the couple rutting down below them in the squash court: but their pleasure grew into open applause when they realized that Hank's reaming had not stopped-he had merely paused so that both participants might savor the sensation of his hot spunk jetting out of his body into hers. His prick was still rigid, from the Spanish Fly, and as soon as his orgasm was over he took up his relentless in-and-out once again. Janice's opinion in the matter was not asked-she merely found herself being fucked violently once more, almost before she had stopped coming from the first time-
Now Hank raised himself a little, so that he could achieve a longer stroke into the sensitive vagina: and for a moment, one could almost hear the big stiff cock whirring in and out of the greedy cunt-Janice's 'Oh!' of pleasure seemed to grow louder with every stroke of Hank's black rod: and now her hands were scrabbling urgently at the Negro's massive chest as she was brought nearer and nearer to her second orgasm.
Hank was the first to go-With a great shouted 'Aaargh!', he fell forward onto poor Janice, and we could hear the slap of flesh as the two perspiring bodies clashed together. The flood of hot spunk thudding against the portals of her womb seemed to trigger Janice off, and she in turn burst into a frenzied spend that had her shouting 'Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!' in noisy testimony of the ecstasy flooding through her body from her well-fucked cunt.
There was a gasp of surprise from the audience when Hank withdrew from the limp body he had just ravished in such satisfying fashion-The big black cock was still semi-rigid, even after two mighty spends. Glistening with the juice from Janice's quim, and still dribbling spunk from the little slit in the big black glans, Hank's prick looked a formidable weapon indeed: and everyone in the audience seemed ready to believe that the huge Negro still had plans in store for his pretty victim, now lying comatose in an attitude of utter abandon as she slowly recovered from her recent rape.
Plans he had indeed: but the first essential was a rigid prick-Thus we were treated, for the next five or ten minutes, to a display of the most lascivious nature, as Hank set out deliberately to arouse his lust again by playing with Janice's naked body, as a cat plays with a mouse-His strong black fingers were quite shameless as they moved over the passive body-now teasing a coral nipple till it stood up hard and proud; now opening the cunt lips wide, to beat a maddening little tattoo on the exposed clitoris; now pinching slyly at the sensitive surrounds of the little puckered arsehole-till finally the big black cock was standing rigidly against the flat belly once again, twitching with the renewed energy that presaged a further possession of the slim white body of his victim-
Hank rolled Janice over onto her side, and took post behind her: then he manhandled the naked body until she was lying in 'womb position', with her legs doubled up against her torso. Her arms he treated in peculiar fashion, bringing them in underneath the parted thighs until her two hands were together: then he gathered them into one mighty fist, so that in effect Janice was holding herself in the revealing doubled-up position-and could not release herself as long as Hank's hand was mastering her own.
In this position, he buggered her-The penetration was easily achieved: he ran his iron-hard cock along her brimming cunt to lubricate it, then presented it at her half-open arsehole: a sob, a gasp, a grunt-and he was in her to the hilt. Then he clasped her firmly with his free hand, and very carefully rolled over onto his back, so that she lay on top of him with her gaping cunt presented to the audience, with underneath it the stout black rod disappearing coyly into the distended arsehole, and above it the restraining 'padlock' of the three clasped hands set between the parted thighs-
The other big black hand came down with unerring accuracy onto Janice's defenseless clitoris: and soon the audience was reveling in the helpless white girl's panting sobs as the huge Negro frigged her till she writhed and twitched upon his impaling prick-Then she was shouting her cry of 'Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!' for the third time that evening: utterly fascinated by the spectacle of the rhythmically-twitching cunt and the flailing feet, we watched her spending vigorously until the steady contractions of her arsehole drove Hank into orgasm too, so that both bodies were heaving and shuddering in a joint spend that sent the watching audience into frenzies of excited lust-
I stole a glance at Diana: her blonde head was flung back, eyes closed in ecstasy: and the trim little body was jerking stiff-muscled as she spent deliciously on her partner's big prick. He was helping her along her way with a skilful frigging of the clitoris which her spread position made readily available to his fingers-
As Hank withdrew from Janice's weary body, and let her roll limply to the floor, a good proportion of the audience took their leave, leading their naked partners off to whatever sexual excesses were planned for them behind closed bedroom doors-
Those whose instinct prompted them to stay until the two protagonists should actually have left the court, were well rewarded. Some ten minutes later, after another 'play-session' with the slim white body, Hank rolled Janice onto her back and straddled her in 69 position: her legs were drawn up and back, and mastered under his huge black arms so that she was opened to the fullest possible extent-so far, indeed, it looked as though her cunt had split apart-Then hands and tongue went to work upon the helpless victim, till in desperation she seized the big stiff prick dangling just above her face, and sucked it fiercely, as if in retaliation for the attack upon her own body-
Hank was moaning weakly when he came-a very different sound from his previous bull-like roars!: and Janice's trademark, all muffled by the big gag of spurting flesh within her mouth, reached our ears as 'Nnng! Nnng! Nnng!'. She collapsed as Hank rolled off her body: and for long minutes she lay motionless, leaking little threads of spunk from all three orifices-her twice-fucked cunt, her butt-hole, and her mouth-
As the gallery finally cleared, Cora's millionaire came over to congratulate her on providing one of the best live shows his guests had ever seen: so my suggestion of 'The Oil Bath' had proved a very happy one all round-
CHAPTER SIX who will shortly be my wife: and I hope that you have found her to your liking-
I pray to God that I shall never lose that lovely hollow feeling at the pit of my stomach when I look at her: the mere thought of her is enough to send my prick up to my navel-One of the things I must guard against in the years to come is too much Spanish Fly-it is so bad for one's kidneys!-and yet it's surely understandable that I should wish to be iron-hard for hours on end, to do her proper justice!
For instance, I shall need my strength tonight. She's to be punished-she failed to pay a parking-tag in time (though I reminded her every single day!), and now the fine is doubled. So tonight we go out to dine and dance with friends: and Janice will be noticeably gay and full of energy: and only she and I will know the reason why-the nylon pants hugging her trim butt and pretty crotch will be well padded with fresh green nettles, so that she will be tormented with a fiery itching all throughout the evening-and will be unable, for obvious social reasons, to ease herself before the company. We shall leave early: and in the privacy of our soundproof playroom I shall ease my darling's itching for her-Stark naked, hanging by her wrists from a ceiling-hook, her legs parted by a spreader-bar-she will make a lovely target for my little scourge of knotted cords before I ram my cock hard up her pretty cunt-At the moment, I cannot make up my mind whether she should be gagged or not. Which do I prefer?-open-throated cries and then her lovely 'Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!' that turns my heart over every time I hear it, because it means my darling's having fun?-or muffled mumblings followed by the 'Nng! Nng! Nnng!' of rubber-stoppered ecstasy?-Decisions! decisions!(Actually, of course, that's an easy one-the answer is to do it both ways-first gagged, then free-and make your comparison on the spot, so that your third time round is just the way you want it).
It's scarcely three full years that we've been together: and already there's such a flock of memories-For instance, Janice getting just a wee bit jealous over Betty Jantzen (whom I've always found to be a most delightful lay!)-For two whole months she schemed and plotted, working on Tom Bright (who has a nice old-fashioned house) till he agreed to play. She waited till I was out of the country-(I had to run over to Europe on business for a week): and as soon as I was out of the way, Tom invited poor Betty (of course, at Janice's instigation) to a gentle little orgy, with Janice and Art Gilpin to make up the four-Then the men pretended to get drunk, and Janice turned on Betty, and told her she must 'walk the plank'-
They tied her hands behind her, and put her into ankle-boots with eight-inch heels: then they hobbled her ankles, to restrict her to a twelve-inch step, and strapped a fencing-helmet over her head. Betty was quite scared by all this: but imagine her feelings when they opened a door in Tom's basement, and showed her a passage some twelve to fifteen feet in length-filled breast-high with nettles! And then they told her she must walk through, stark naked as she was, against a not-too-generous time limit-or be whipped.
Then Janice flicked her on the bare butt, hard enough to hurt, and poor Betty began to realize that this was not a game-She stumbled forward on her ridiculous spike heels, eyes misted with tears behind her mask, and started off-The first tripwire felled her about two feet along the passage, down into the nettles, with her bound hands making it hard to regain her feet-and the clock ticking relentlessly is she struggled screaming on the floor-
There were two more trip-wires on her route: and when she finally struggled through, burning from head to foot with nettle-stings, the three were waiting for her-they had run upstairs and down the other way: then they whipped her till she howled, and to this day she thinks the men were drunk, and she was just unlucky to catch them in that sort of mood-She simply doesn't connect Janice with the thing at all!
Of course it was very naughty of Janice: and naturally she earned herself a long and painful punishment session when I got back and learned what she had done-But I must say I found it highly gratifying to mean so much to her, that she would go to such lengths-Curiously, she's never made such a fuss about Britt, who's a good deal closer to me than Betty Jantzen ever will be. Possibly that's because Janice and Britt and I have done so much together-either as a threesome, or with Nils or Dagmar making a fourth. After we're married, perhaps I should arrange for the pair of us to do something, together, with Betty-but unfortunately La Belle Jantzen isn't much of a practicing masochist, and probably wouldn't enjoy being on the receiving end-and I'm sure Janice isn't about to offer herself up to Betty as a willing victim!
Perhaps I'll have to tie them up side by side, and make life equally uncomfortable for both of them, so that they get into a sort of 'sisters in misery' mood which might bring them closer together-But to my mind, the disadvantage of these 'one man two girls' performances is that the man fucks out too quickly, and has to use dildoes, or make the girls gamahuche each other: they get their orgasms all right, but I never think a girl's been properly attended to unless she's leaking spunk from various orifices-to me, that's proof of masculine superiority!
Well, we'll see what transpires: and you can rest assured that if it turns out well, I'll tell you all about it in a future Case Book!
