The phenomenon of S&M sex is spreading at an incredible rate today. Scientists and sexologists attribute its growth to a certain lack of meaning that now exists in sexual relations.
The sexual revolution, they say, is in part responsible for the meaninglessness of sex today, and for the concomitant growth in the S&M brand of sexuality.
Since most people in today's society have been freed from the taboos that restrained their parents' generation, they have indulged freely in sexual intercourse. They have experimented even more freely. But, the freedom the revolution gave them was abused. The hedonistic, senseless sexual excesses soon led to satiety.
When they had exhausted all other avenues to pleasure, they found there was nothing left. Simple, heterosexual sex became unspeakably boring, repetitive and meaningless. The only way to capture some excitement, and some meaning, was to try other avenues to pleasure.
One of these avenues is the way of pain and pleasure, the path of Sacher-Masoch. In the incredible rites of pain and pleasure, bored and satiated hedonists found a new excitement, and a new thrill in sex. They found titillation where they thought they could never find it again, within the realm of sexuality.
Thus, the effort to give meaning and excitement to an overly used and abused commodity, sex, was successful.
The following account reveals how a group of young people, who were completely experienced in conventional heterosexual sex, finally turned to the savage pleasures of S&M. Why did they do it? Who can really say. It is only possible to tell their stories, as opening and truthfully as can be, and let the reader be the judge.
CHAPTER ONE
As Tod walked into the classroom of the Herald Computer School, his eyes roved over the students. The proportion of men to women was about equal, at least in that class. Too bad, he thought, the more the merrier, at least, the more women, the merrier for him.
But he wasn't worried. Tod was a stud, and he knew it. He could tell from the interested, admiring glances he got from the women, and the envious glances he got from the men, that his entrance had made an impression, and a powerful one.
That was what he wanted. He wanted power over people, especially over women. He wanted a power that was primarily sexual and physical, but that extended to the mind, spirit and emotions also. And that was what he was determined to get.
Within one week, he promised himself, he would have a group of followers in the Herald Computer School, a group who shared his brand of sexuality, who shared his need for sexual pleasure and sexual pain.
Easing his tall, six foot body into a desk, Tod made himself comfortable. He had nothing to worry about. He could attract women, first, on the basis of his looks alone. He was the classic figure of the handsome male animal. His blonde hair was more than blonde. It was golden, and his eyes were blue, but not the washed-out weak blue that fair people usually have. They were an intense blue that bordered on midnight blue, the color of the sky as it was darkening into night. The bone structure of his face was flawless: he had the perfect straight nose, the marvelous square jaw, the powerful cheekbones of a classic statue.
His body too, was perfect.
Tod had an incredible muscular strength that revealed itself in every move he made. But the power of his body was not blatant, nor flashy. His muscles didn't bulge or ripple like those of vulgar "beach boys." They were smooth, long muscles that resembled the structure of a lean, powerful jungle cat, so that his incredible physical strength was manifested as an almost feline grace and elegance. His long, whip-like legs stalked the streets of the city effortlessly, noiselessly. When he moved, it was with the sinister grace of immense power, but power well disguised and modified by elegance.
If his incredible good looks alone were not enough to draw any woman to him, the obvious strength and length of his manhood was.
Today, he was wearing tight black suede pants. Even though the suede was thick, it could not disguise or suppress the huge snake-like bulge of his prick, that was almost always in a state of erection.
Tod's prick had one peculiarity that seemed to tantalize women and satisfy them. It was slightly sickled in form that is, its incredible length of ten inches curved slightly outward, so that when the thick prick was fully erect, it curved outward like a scimitar, those deadly oriental swords.
This curving, powerful prick had the ability to satisfy women more, because its curve allowed it the kind of penetration and pressure that most pricks don't have, simply because they are relatively straight in form.
But Tod wasn't into fucking so much. He didn't particularly enjoy actual coitus with females, or males, except on rare and special occasions.
The power of his prick didn't interest him, except insofar it drew women to him. It was the power of his whip hand that was most important to him, and the power of his mind to dominate the minds of submissively-oriented women.
He found that together, his powerful mind, and his even more powerful whip hand could bring him everything he wanted from a woman: total sexual and psychological submission, and total slavery.
He understood the principle of pain and pleasure, and he practiced it freely, getting pleasure from giving pain, and getting still more pleasure from the knowledge that the females submitting to him were totally aroused, and totally satisfied, by his brutal, sexual strength. His domination was all they wanted, all they craved. And the more harsh, the more cruel and degrading that domination was, the more they were satisfied.
Tod wanted to gather some new recruits, and form a group of people with sexual interests similar to his. He was not only new to the Herald Computer School, but he was new to New York City. He had to organize a group of S&M people around him, people who shared his interests and would accept him as their leader. And, he had to do it fast.
Since he left San Francisco two weeks ago, he had not indulged in any form of sex, whether of the S&M variety or of any other variety.
He had jacked off several times in front of his bathroom mirror, fantasizing all the while that he was whipping the cunt of his last slave, the girl he left behind in San Francisco.
As he held his thick, curving prick eagerly in his hand, pumping at it furiously, Tod envisioned, Alana, the tall voluptuous blonde he had possessed out West. He closed his eyes as his hand pumped his prick, and the scenes of the life that they had shared flashesh before his eyes.
He saw Alana, her beautiful, milk-white body marked with the scars of his whips, love wounds, she called them, racked up spread-eagled on the special vertical bed they had constructed for their mutual pain and pleasure.
He would see himself with her again, standing in front of her bound and vulnerable body. His eyes riveted on her golden cunt, on the bristly blonde hairs that curled into a thick jungle over the cunt that was his exclusive property to use and abuse as he wished.
Alana wanted it that way. She wanted his mastery over every inch of her body and over every facet of her mind. In fact, she had been the one to insist that he pierce her cunt lip and insert a large golden hoop through it, a hoop that had his name engraved on it.
Since there was no way, at least no visible way, that Alana could show the world that Tod owned her mind and her spirit too, she solved that problem by practically eliminating her own mind and body.
She had purposely turned herself into a zombie. She never spoke, never expressed an opinion. She never allowed herself to have an opinion. She was a total blank, a hunk of flesh, a cunt hungry for his punishment, an entity who was actually a non-entity.
She wanted to be only a blank wall, to be marred and scarred by Tod in any and every way. She wanted to exist only in the ways that he chose to define her.
Alana slowly began to lose her mind as she turned into a perfect slave. She had to lose her mind, because the perfect slave, which is what Tod wanted, or what he thought he wanted, had no will, and no mind of her own, but was only a reflection of her master. That ultimately, was what made Tod leave her.
He had become incredibly bored with their life together, and with their sexual routine. It consisted of Alana, constantly bowing and scraping before him, saying yes to his every order. She tried so hard to please him, and succeeded so well, that she became totally uninteresting.
Their sexual routine too, became dull. She loved him too much, and she loved the incredible pain and punishment he inflicted on her too much.
He used to tie her up, and whip her in every possible way, with a cat o' nine tails, with studded whips, with riding crops, with belts, and with paddles. He whipped her cunt from every imaginable angle. He kicked her and brutalized her when she was tied up with ropes, with metal chains, or with thongs of rawhide.
Tod cunt-fucked her and butt-fucked her with bottles, candles, dildoes, whip handles, every possible instrument he could find that resembled a prick enough to serve that purpose. At his command, Alana would wander through the junk shops of San Francisco, desperately looking for other instruments of torture that he could use on her as a pseudo prick.
But nothing interested him any more, least of all Alana. She had made a fatal mistake. She had become too much the slave. The spice had gone out of their relationship.
Every time Tod whipped her or fucked her or abused her in any imaginable way, her only response was an endless, ear-splitting wail of pleasure. She never resisted, or even pretended to resist. Everything he could possibly do to hurt her physically or degrade her psychologically brought only one response, the same ear-splitting, whining wail of pleasure.
Tod used to whip her cunt until it was unrecognizable, until all the golden cunt hairs were a matted mass of bloody hair, yet still, Alana writhed in frenzied sexual ecstasy, taking everything Tod could give.
After a while, he just couldn't give any more, because she was unable to inspire his lust. The total submission and acquiescence she presented to him simply failed to arouse him. After two years, it was only natural that he couldn't even get a hard-on any more.
He was determined that he would not let that happen again. He would make it . impossible, first by gathering together a group of at least five people who shared his tastes. That way, they could punish each other interchangeably, and play different roles according to their moods. It would be much harder to get bored with five or six different people, Tod thought. Or at least, it would take longer to get bored.
When he could no longer get a hard-on, even remembering Alana, and fantasizing that he was whipping her cunt, he knew it was time to get some followers, and fast. The frenzy of his sexual energy drove him to strange deeds of violence, making him attack strange men in bars, and have fits of breaking glassware in his tiny, studio apartment.
The sexual savagery in him was too great to be restrained, even for two weeks. Tod paced the tiny room he lived in, like a great, trapped jungle cat. His sexuality churned in him. He needed to lash out. He needed to hear the whistle of a whip through the air, and the satisfying bite of it as it sank into vulnerable, soft female flesh. He needed to see a female cunt, gaping and exposed to him, drooling blood and love juice, palpitating with the need to be punished and penetrated.
Tod realized that the school he would be attending, the Herald Computer School, was the perfect recruiting ground for the group of followers he wanted to initiate into the practice of the principle of pleasure and pain.
When the class was over, he approached a sexy, voluptuous brunette girl.
"Hello," he said, "my name is Tod, and I'm a new student here."
"Hi," she replied, "I'm Rina." She gave him a bright friendly smile. Tod searched her eyes for some sort of sexual message, but none was there. This cunt, he thought, isn't falling for me as fast as they usually do. Normally, girls approached him. Here, he had actually approached this cunt, and she was just giving him the bright friendly treatment. He was used to instant bedroom eyes. Of course, her noncommittal friendliness challenged him.
"Would you like to have a cup of coffee with me?" he asked.
"Thank you," she replied, still giving him the bright friendly, but totally asexual smile. "I don't think I can. I have so many errands to do this afternoon."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said suavely. "Perhaps another time."
"Sure," she replied. "Why not?"
The next morning at classes, Tod made a point of sitting next to Rina. She acknowledged his presence with a slight nod and no more. Give her a taste of my prick, he thought to himself, and she'll learn how to behave, and fast. Then, I can give her a taste of my whip. That will really teach her. Tod realized that he wanted Rina, and she was the challenge he was looking for. He was determined to get her, at any price.
After the class, he invited her for coffee again. This time, she accepted.
As they were sitting at a table in the nearby cafeteria, Tod pulled out a sheaf of papers.
"What are they," Rina asked curiously.
"These are some questionnaires I have," Tod explained.
"Questionnaires about what?" she asked with interest.
"You see," Tod began, "I'm in this school to learn all about computers, but I have a hobby, psychology. I read a lot of books on the subject, and I hope someday to become expert at it. I want to correlate psychological data with computer programming, and thus combine my hobby with my career."
"How fascinating," Rina exclaimed. Tod noted the interest in her eyes. He suddenly realized that the way to get this girl's attention was to combine some sort of intellectual, mental interest with sex. She obviously had a brain, and he must seduce the brain before he could have the cunt.
"I would like to ask you a favor," Tod said.
"Sure," Rina replied.
"I'm new here, as you know, and I don't know any of the students. Now, my latest project, correlating computers and psychology, calls for these questionnaires to be filled out by at least twenty people."
"I see," Rina said. "And how can I help you with that?"
"You could perhaps ask your friends in the school to fill them out for me."
"Why can't you do that yourself?" Rina asked. "Not that I wouldn't mind doing it. In fact, I'd be glad to help you out. It's just that handing out those questionnaires might be a good way for you to meet people."
"I agree with you," Tod said. "In fact, that's a very good idea, but I'm a bit shy, and I would really hesitate to approach perfect strangers with these questionnaires."
"Why?" Rina asked. "Are the questionnaires of a personal nature?"
"You hit the nail on the head," Tod exclaimed admiringly. "What a pleasure to talk to such an intelligent girl."
"Why thank you," Rina said, blushing with pleasure. He had been right, Tod realized. Get her in the head first, then in the cunt. "But tell me," Rina continued, "what are these questionnaires about?"
"They are about sex," Tod said. He looked deep into her eyes, checking for any reaction of fear or disgust. He found none.
"I see," Rina said calmly, "that's very interesting. A lot of people are researching sex habits, and feeding them into computers these days. The results are fascinating, too."
"I know," said Tod excitedly, feigning enthusiasm. "I'm very excited about this new project, and I suspected that you would be too. That's why I'm asking you to help me."
"Well ... " Rina hesitated.
"But I think you should be the person to help me," Tod said quickly. "I really admire the quality of your mind."
Rina was obviously pleased and flattered again.
"Sure," she said, "I'll be glad to. In fact, I'll give them to all of my friends by the end of the day."
"Terrific," Tod said. "Maybe we can get together tonight, at my place, and I can explain the details of my project to you."
His obvious enthusiasm intrigued Rina, and she got caught up in it. She didn't know yet that his enthusiasm was for something other than the intellectual, research aspects of the questionnaire.
"That sounds great," Rina said. "I'm really interested. Your enthusiasm is catchy!"
"Well, I'm certainly glad you caught it," Tod said, giving a sexual edge to his voice.
To his delight, Rina did not remain cool and noncommittal. The sexual message in her voice was obvious as she replied, "I'm glad I caught it too." She looked at him quickly, but so quickly, that Tod couldn't be sure if she was getting cock hungry or not. But, he didn't want to press her. After exchanging addresses and phone numbers, they parted, promising to see each other in a few hours.
Later, in the early evening, Tod excitedly prepared special cocktails for the evening, very special cocktails. They contained a generous two pinches of a special aphrodisiac that he had gotten in San Francisco.
When the doorbell rang, and Rina walked in the door, Tod was ready for her.
"Hi," she said brightly.
"Welcome," Tod said. "I'm really glad to see you."
He took her coat and offered her a cocktail. They sat on the couch together, slowly sipping the drinks. Tod usually didn't spike his drinks with an aphrodisiac, since he never needed one. He was always ready to fuck and whip and throw himself into any kind of sexual activity that offered itself. Usually, he spiked only the drinks of his would-be victims. But this time, he wanted to get really hot himself, so hot, that the power of his mind and body would radiate animal sexuality, and he would be irresistible to Rina.
She would be sensitized by her spiked drink already, so when he came on to her with sexual advances she would be doubly susceptible.
"Well," Rina began, "tell me about your project."
"This is going to be difficult," Tod laughed. "You see, the drink is getting to me already, and I'm having a hard time organizing my thoughts."
"That's, funny," Rina mused. "I feel the same way. Normally, I don't get drunk very fast, but tonight I feel really giddy, and I haven't even downed half the drink."
"I know," Tod agreed. "It must be the chemistry in the air."
"What do you mean?" Rina demanded.
"It must be the chemistry between us," he said. He looked deep into her eyes. His pupils dilated powerfully, so that only a narrow blue rim remained of the irises, and the blackness of his pupils seemed to swallow up the blue, like the darkness swallowing the day.
Rina wanted to laugh and turn away, but she couldn't. There was something about his look, about his eyes that captured her and held her. She didn't know what it was, and she didn't like it, because she didn't like to be under anyone's power. But that's what was happening, and suddenly, she knew there was nothing she could do about it. This fabulously handsome, golden blonde man was getting some kind of a hold on her.
For a moment, Rina had an intuitive flash that warned her of the evils and dangers that this involvement with Tod promised, but, her fleshly nature won over.
The longer he looked directly, unblinkingly into her eyes like that, the more her cunt began to tingle with desire for him. His eyes, getting bigger and blacker, seemed to swallow up her mind and take it to some dizzying, orgasmic sexual oblivion.
Of course, Rina didn't realize that it was the chemical he put in her drink that was in part responsible for this strange sexual power Tod had over her. She simply felt herself so overcome with desire, with sexual desire for Tod, that she felt her mind, and her will power being blotted out completely. Before she sank into the black sea of his eyes, into the sea of sexual oblivion he was drowning her in, the dwindling, fast-fading remainder of her rational mind told her that she had run across an unusual man, and an unusually sexual man.
Of course, she thought it was only his powerful personality, and his even more powerful sexuality, that was doing this to her, so she gave him credit for much more than he really was capable of. She thought him to be much more than he really was.
She was incredibly impressed, and incredibly drawn to him, so much so, that suddenly, without warning, she felt her body sink into his. She felt her huge, high and heavy tits push into his arm.
Before she knew what was happening a strange sexual purring sound arouse in her throat. She began to rub her tits against Tod's arm, slowly and sensuously, the way a cat rubs itself against a master's leg.
She felt her cunt tingling with desire for him. Suddenly, his hand reached out and covered her crotch. The fire that sprang up from between her legs effectively destroyed all resistance in her, and all the powers of rationality that she possessed.
Rina began to quiver, and moan shamelessly, but she didn't know it was happening. She didn't know what she was doing.
Tod, too, felt the sudden surge of his savage sexuality leap up inside his body. Every ounce of his lust, and every inch of his body was suddenly directed towards this girl. He wanted her desperately.
He wanted to possess her completely, the way he had possessed Alana, his slave. However, he was much more aware of what was happening, because he was used to the master role, and he had, after all, staged this whole thing with the express intent of seducing the voluptuous brunette, and initiating her into the rites of pleasure and pain.
Besides, his dose of the love chemical had been smaller than the dose he gave Rina, so that his mind was still clear to a degree.
But he knew that the time had come, the perfect time to begin.
He rubbed his hand slowly over Rina's crotch, until the volume of her lust-crazed moans increased. Meanwhile, his other hand was unbuckling his belt. He was going to slip the belt out, and begin to give her light teasing little flicks with it, just to see how soon and how easily she could get used to the idea.
But he knew he would have no trouble when Rina suddenly spread her legs wide apart with the sudden force of a lust-crazed cat in her.
As her full, voluptuous thighs flew open, Tod bent over to see the flesh, and to see the hot, pulsing cunt between it. The thighs were perfect, milk-white and unmarked. Obviously, they had never been marked. If they had, Tod would have been able to spot them immediately. He had been whipping and beating women for years now, and he could recognize a skin that had been marked or maimed in any way at one glance.
But that definitely was not the case with Rina. She was a virgin, for S&M purposes. He bent his head deeper down into her crotch and between her legs. He could see a stain, a darkening, spreading stain on the crotch piece of her panties. Her cunt had been wetting for several minutes now, obviously, and even as he was watching it, another hot load of love juice must have shot down her cunt canal, because a fresh stain of moisture marked the panties.
Tod quickly and quietly took his belt, which was now completely out of the notches in his pants, and wound it around his right hand. Rina was lying back on the couch, her head thrown back on the head rest, her eyes tightly closed in a senseless spell of lust. Her widely outspread legs quivered with the familiar beat of lust.
Tod took the belt and began to stroke the crotch piece covering her cunt with it. First, he gave the cunt gentle sliding strokes with the belt, strokes that felt like caresses. In fact, Rina, in the drugged, sex-crazed state she was in, probably thought it was Tod's hard, masculine hand that was caressing her cunt, and not his belt. It probably never even occurred to her that he would use a belt to stimulate her cunt Since she had never been into an S&M scene, it would have been a totally alien and ridiculous idea to her.
But Tod knew that it would soon become familiar to her, very familiar and very desirable. She was ripe to be whipped, and her cunt was drooling and throbbing for sex, any kind of sex.
Tod slowly increased the hardness of the belt strokes. Before, he had just run the leather up and down the length of her cunt and the cunt was still covered by the stained silk panties. But now, he decided in favor of stronger measures. He lifted the belt a few inches off the cunt surface, and let it land lightly on the cunt, with just the hint of hurting in it
He wanted to see what her response would be.
To his amazement, Rina began to writhe with pleasure. Tod couldn't believe he had hit upon a natural masochist on his first try. His instinct must be flawless, he thought, if he could smell out a masochistic cunt after just one glance, one brief conversation. He couldn't believe it. It seemed too good to be true.
Incredibly, Rina even began to push her hips up, thus bringing her cunt up to meet the light blows of the belt.
Now, thought Tod, was the time to introduce her bare skin, and her bare cunt to the feel of leather. He put his belt down.
"Stand up," he snapped at Rina.
"Oh, oh, what did you say?" she moaned, her head rolling back and forth on the headrest, her hips still thrusting up into the air, wanting to meet the belt blow.
"I said, stand up," Tod repeated roughly.
"I can't," Rina moaned, "I can't move. I don't want to move."
"Well what do you want to do?" Tod asked impatiently. He knew he must still put on a show of being gentle and polite with her. Too much rough treatment too soon might snap her out of the spell of savage sexuality he and the chemical had put her in.
"I want you to do what you were doing before," she moaned. "It felt so good. It felt better than anything else I ever felt."
"What was I doing before?" Tod asked. He knew that if he could get her to say it out loud, to say that he had been striking her cunt with his belt, and that she wanted him to do it some more, a giant step would have been made towards initiating her into the rites of pleasure and pain.
"Do it again," she moaned. Her hands began to move towards her cunt. She began to beat down on her cunt with her fists, gasping with lust each time one of her fists hit the soft, gaping sex space between her legs. "Do it again," she repeated.
"Do what?" Tod persisted.
If he could only get her to say the words, to actually ask him to beat her cunt with the belt, he could relax for the rest of the evening, and enjoy himself beating her body, her belly, her breasts, and her cunt blue and bloody. He could feel at ease with the knowledge that she knew what was happening, and wanted it as much as he did.
Still, Rina continued to moan and writhe on the couch, with her hand alternately beating and rubbing her cunt.
"You better say it," Tod threatened. "You better tell me exactly, specifically what you want me to do, or I'm going to throw you out of the apartment."
Rina started to a state of semi-consciousness. The idea that he would throw her out, that he would no longer offer her the delicious, tingling sexual arousal and satisfaction that shook her whole being, and took it into a nirvana of nothingness, horrified her. She needed whatever it was he had been giving her in the past few minutes. She needed it badly, and she realized that she would stop at nothing to keep on getting it.
"I-I want you to touch me with your belt," she moaned.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" he snarled. "I didn't touch you."
"Yes, you did," she moaned.
"No. There is another word for what I did to you," he insisted. "You better say it out loud to me. You better admit it or I'm going to punish you by throwing you out of the apartment." Rina hesitated for a moment. "Right now!" he bellowed for emphasis.
"You hit me!" Rina screamed. "All right, you hit me!"
"I hit you where?" Tod insisted.
"You hit me right between the legs," Rina said.
"What is that part of the female anatomy called, that part which rests between the legs?" Tod persisted.
His forehead was breaking out into a sweat. He was expending a great deal of psychic energy in breaking this girl. He was already exhausted. Besides, he was spending even more psychic energy restraining himself, stopping himself from throwing his body on top of hers, and brutally chewing out her cunt, while simultaneously beating her breasts with his belt.
She aroused him, there was no doubt about it. She aroused him more than any girl he had ever met, including Alana, and that was saying a lot because during the first few sex-crazed months of their relationship, Tod was as dependent on Alana as she was on him, even though, ostensibly, she was the slave and he was the master.
Tod stood towering over Rina, his belt raised high in his hand, ready to strike. He would have given anything to be able to let himself go, to be able to really bring the belt down on her body again and again, so hard and so fast that the force of it alone tore all her clothes and ripped them off her body. But he knew he had to break her mind first. He had to get her to pay exactly what he wanted her to say. He had to get her mind to admit his domination.
"Where did I hit you, Rina?" he asked. "You better tell me."
With a sob of defeat, Rina covered her face with her hands. "In the cunt," she screamed. "You hit me in the cunt."
"That's better," Tod said. "What did I hit you with?"
"The belt," Rina moaned, "the belt."
"Now," Tod said sternly, "repeat the whole sentence again."
"What sentence?" Rina asked, stalling again.
"Do as I say or you go out this instant," Tod screamed.
"You hit me in the cunt with your belt," Rina gasped, her head collapsing on her chest with humiliation.
"Did you like it?" Tod asked in an oUy voice.
He waited a few seconds for a reply, but Rina didn't move. He saw two large tears rolling down her cheeks. She was almost broken, he thought. Just a few more pushes, and she's as much my private property as my boots, or my belt.
"Come on, Rina," he repeated. "Did you like it?"
"Yes," she whispered, her whole body shivering with fear and horror at the strange sick sexuality she was letting herself get sucked into.
"Yes," she gasped, "I liked it."
"Do you want me to do it again?" Tod demanded sternly.
"Oh yes," she gasped. She looked up at him with her tear-stained face. "I know this is crazy, and I know this is sick, but I can't help it. I want you to hurt me. I want you to punish me. I want to feel you whipping my cunt, whipping my whole body, every inch of it until I am delirious with pain."
"I see," Tod said, scornfully. "And what if I choose not to do this to you?"
"Oh, no!" Rina gasped with horror. "Please don't even say that!"
"I can say whatever I like," Tod said. "Remember, I am the master here."
"Yes, yes," Rina gasped. "But please, don't say you won't whip me. Don't even say it. I can't stand the idea."
"So," Tod sneered, "I see you are really anxious to be initiated into the rites of pain and pleasure."
"I am," Rina said pleadingly. "I want you to show me everything, to do everything to me, everything there is."
"Such as?" Tod asked in an oily tone.
"I want you to whip my cunt with the belt. I want you to whip it so hard that the lips swell up, swell up so much that they cover my whole slit, and block the entrance to my cunt. Then you can fuck me, and your prick will have to ram in real hard and real rough to get past those puffed-up swollen cunt lips," Rina said.
Tod actually burst out laughing. "You have a whole program planned out, don't you? And here I thought you were the pristine little innocent. You've probably been an S&M queen for the past five years."
"No, no," Rina cried. "I swear that isn't true. Nobody ever touched me before the way you touched me. Nobody ever hurt me like that before."
"I'm glad to hear that," Tod said. His face darkened with selfish lust. "I want you to be my property, do you understand? I want you to be an object, a thing, a cunt, a hunk of flesh that belongs to me. I want to be able to do anything I want to you, even to kill you and have you beg me to do even more. Do you understand?"
"I do," she sighed.
Slowly, she raised her hips off the couch and slipped her hands under the elastic band of her panties. As she slid them off her hips and over her knees and ankles, she let them drop to the floor with a sigh of resignation.
Tod looked at her naked exposed cunt for the first time. It was a bushy fuck of dark brown hairs, matted with the sticky slime of her come.
It was one of those tight, tiny slits, as much as he could judge, since it was completely covered with come-matted cunt hairs.
"Pick your cunt lips apart," he ordered.
"Yes," she replied.
"Yes, master," he corrected her.
"I want to get a good look at my property, Tod laughed. "You might turn out to be a bad investment, who can say?"
"What do you mean?" Rina gasped in fear. She was mortally afraid that Tod would suddenly find some fault with her, some reason for rejecting her and throwing her out of the house.
"I mean," Tod said laughing brutally, "that you should never judge a woman until you've seen her cunt"
"I'll show you," Rina said eagerly. "I'll show you everything," she said.
"My dear, you have to show me everything. It's not up to you anyway. Remember that you are my property, and your cunt, your ass-hole, and every part of your body and your being belongs to me. You are nothing without me, without my painful, piercing, penetrating punishment. I define your existence because I define your sexuality. If I do not honor you with my belt blows, if I do not honor you with my prick, stabbing and thrusting into your cunt or your ass-hole, making you bleed again and again, you have no reason for existing."
"I know that," Rina breathed. "I know that now."
"Get over to the bed and lie down on your back," Tod snapped.
"Yes," Rina said humbly.
"Yes, master," Tod corrected her again. "I don't want to have to tell you how to address me again," he said threateningly, making the belt flick through the air.
"I'll remember next time, master," Rina promised.
"You better remember. For a smart girl," Tod sneered, "you're a very slow learner. That displeases me."
"The last thing I want to do is displease you," Rina wailed. "Please tell me anything I do wrong, any time I do it."
"You better believe I will," Tod snarled. "Now get your ass over to that bed!"
Rina got up off the couch. Even though the effects of the drug itself was beginning to wear off, she still felt it hazing her mind a little. But as she weaved over to his large double bed, she knew that whatever it was that was fogging her mind, was the incredible power and strength of Tod's mind, and his relentless, ruthless, and dominating personality. She knew now, consciously, that she was in his power, and that she was there by her own free choice.
As she walked over to the bed, she realized she was still dressed.
"Would you like me to strip, master?" she asked Tod.
"Of course," he replied coldly. "You should have done that already."
"I'll remember next time," she promised humbly.
"Now, take all those rags off your body," Tod snapped. "I want to see every inch of you. I want to check out my new property from angle to angle."
A slow, wicked grin stretched his lips. His immense blue-black eyes seemed to widen into incomprehensible, bottomless wells containing all the lust and sexuality of the universe, or so it seemed to Rina as she gazed, hypnotized once again, into them.
She felt as though she would drown if she continued to look into his eyes. She would drown in some hideous, yet incredibly pleasurable orgasmic sea. Her whole body would explode and shatter into invisible slivers. She would be annihilated.
That's what she wanted. She wanted Tod to annihilate her, to beat her and abuse her into a savage kind of sexual unconsciousness. She wanted him to ram the bulging prick she saw pressing against the fabric of his pants into her. She wanted him to fill her so much with his lustful, dominating savagery, that her cunt would literally explode with agony and blood, sending her into the blissful abyss of non-entity that all masochists need.
Her fantasies with Tod and his role in her life were cruelly shattered when he held the belt in his hand, and said, "I want to fuck you in the cunt with this belt, but I don't think it's hard enough." He looked at the belt thoughtfully. "One of my whip handles is the obvious answer."
He turned to his chest of drawers. Rina stood over the bed, ready to weep, to collapse with disappointment This is not what she imagined at all. She thought she would get some more smooth, delectable belt blows, just to warm up her cunt, and make it hurt enough to make the whole fucking process more interesting.
But she certainly expected to be fucked by Tod's prick. After all, wasn't that the whole point? Wasn't that the way it was done? She wanted him in her desperately, she wanted to feel that immense bulge welling up inside her surging up to new heights of strength and sexuality. Her disappointment was boundless when she realized that his prick would not enter her body. That, for her, was the best part of fucking, and of sex. All the rest was just foreplay, just little games to make it more exciting.
She thought his whipping and his sadistic, dominating stance over her, physically and mentally, was just a part of the sexual foreplay, but she certainly expected to get it in the cunt-his prick, that is, not his whip handle or any other such thing.
"Wait a minute, Tod," Rina began.
Instantly, he swerved on his heel and looked at her coldly. She trembled in fear as she saw the cold threat in his eyes. She knew that it was hopeless, nothing she could say or do would have any effect whatsoever on the force of his will. She knew that she would only suffer for opening her mouth.
But Rina couldn't stop herself. Sex was important to her, very important, and it meant a lot to her. She wanted it, and she wanted to get it in the way that satisfied her most, the classic missionary way, with the man's body pressed hard on top of her, and his erect, come-loaded prick stabbing and slamming into her cunt.
But now she didn't want it with anyone else except Tod. She was in his power, she admitted it to herself freely. But how would they ever coordinate their sexuality? They had to, she swore to herself. They had to because she wanted him so much, so suddenly, that it knocked the breath out of her lungs and left her weak with desire.
"What?" Tod asked coldly.
"How are we going to do this?" she asked quietly, careful to inject a note of humility into her voice so as not to offend him.
His face turned into a cold mask of rage. "You are the stupidest cunt I have had the misfortune to run across in a long time," he said. Icicles seemed to drip from his voice.
Rina shivered with fear. She knew she had already made a wrong move, and she knew she would just be getting herself in deeper and deeper if she didn't shut up, and fast.
But the strength of her desire overpowered her logical common sense. "Tod, I didn't mean to annoy you," she began, "but-"
"But nothing!" he bellowed, slamming a drawer in the bureau shut. He slammed it so hard that the whole piece of furniture shook and rattled against the wall. "Get this straight, cunt," he raged, "we don't do anything together. There is no such thing as we, understand that? There is no such thing as you. There is me and only me, and what I choose to do you have no say in. You are nothing. You are a mere object, understand? I do things to you. I do anything I want to you. You do nothing except take it all, gratefully and humbly, as befits a slave."
Rina's only response was a stunned silence. She collapsed on the bed, moaning softly to herself. "What have I done?" she cried. "What have I done to myself?"
"It's too late for regrets," he snapped. He walked over to the bed. "I'm going to fuck you in the cunt with this whip handle."
"No, no," Rina begged. "Please no, not that, not like that."
"Ha!" laughed Tod. "You must be kidding. You must be crazy to even try to talk to me like that. In fact, that's the only thing that's saving you from punishment, the fact that I realize you must be crazy."
"That's not so, Tod," Rina said. "I love you and I want to feel your flesh inside me. I don't mind if you whip me or beat me or slap me. You can do anything you want to me, but this part is different. This part is special."
"It is special, and my prick is special," Tod replied coldly. "It's so special that it will not defile itself and dirty itself by entering your filthy, slimy, diseased cunt."
"I don't have any disease," Rina protested.
"You do, you do," Tod creamed frantically. "You have to have a disease. You have a disease just because you are a female, and you have a cunt. That cunt is a vessel of filth and horror."
"Oh no, no!" Rina moaned. "For the first time I see you and I see how sick and crazy you are."
"But you won't leave, will you?" Tod asked with a sneer.
"No, I won't leave. I don't want to leave. I can't leave you now." Rina's head fell on her shoulders.
"Why not?" Tod asked, but his tone betrayed the fact that he already knew the answer.
"I don't know why," Rina said weakly. "But you've done something to me. I don't know what it is, or how you did it, but you have some power over me, some sort of crazy sexual power."
Tod let out a low snickering laugh. "I know I do. That's why you are my slave and I am your master. It's all very simple, really."
Rina collapsed on the bed, a sob of despair racing out of her body. As she lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling, Tod approached her.
He held the whip handle towards her and wound the actual tongue of the whip around his wrist.
"See this?" he asked, towering over her. She opened her eyes. He stood there with the whip handle moving slowly, inexorably towards her cunt. "You're going to get this right where you want it least, and it is going to hurt like hell." A loud, evil laugh ripped out of his throat. He bent over Rina. The whip handle got closer and closer to her cunt.
She was stiff with fear; frozen, helpless, and immobilized. Yet, somehow, some force moved in her. That force made her slowly spread her legs apart and open her thighs. It made her expose her cunt to Tod's brutal punishing weapon, and make the two lust-wet gaping lips smack open.
Tod watched her carefully, and caught the meaning of her gesture. She was his, he knew, until the day that he chose to discard her.
CHAPTER TWO
He stood over her at the side of the bed. Even though he had no feelings towards her, he was able to appreciate the quality of her submission. It had that touch of resistance that tantalized him. Of course, she had submitted in the end, and she would gladly, pleasurably submit to the whip-fucking he was about to give her, but he liked the hint of defiance that he caught from her. It was much more exciting than Alana's abject and totally self-degrading surrender. He hoped the girl still had a lot more kick in her, because half the fun, he had learned the hard way, was in breaking these cunts in. The sooner they got broken, the sooner it got boring.
And after his experience with Alana, Tod knew that boredom could be even more deadly than a total lack of opportunity for sexual and sadistic release.
He glanced at Rina. His eyes were tightly shut, and she was gritting her teeth to brace herself against the pain she knew was coming. For a second, Tod wanted her to watch it all. He wanted to make her sit up, propped against the headboard of the bed, and see the tough, thick and brutal whip handle force its way past her cuntfolds, pierce the tightly muscled cunt ring, and surge savagely into the depths of her cunt canal.
He might bet some pleasure out of that, he thought. But suddenly he changed his mind. It reminded him of Alana, and of her absolutely sickening, exaggerated submissiveness. She had enjoyed watching everything he did to her, and the bloodier, the more repulsive it was, the more she wanted to see every detail, and wallow in it.
No, Tod decided, he would let Rina remain in her prone position, with her eyes tightly shut It gave him more of a feeling of control anyway, because that position, and the fact that she couldn't see anything, made her that much more vulnerable and helpless. And that was what he liked.
"You're going to get it right in the cunt with this whip handle. You're going to hate it, but you're going to love it."
"I know," Rina sobbed. "That's the terrible part. I hate it and I love it at the same time."
"You need it," Tod insisted. "And you need it from me."
'That's true. It wouldn't be the same with any other man," she admitted.
"Spread 'em now," he snarled.
She stretched her leg muscles farther apart, so that both of her feet were, incredibly enough, touching the opposite sides of the bed.
"Quite a spread," Tod laughed lewdly. "Just look at that tight hot cunt smack open. It's hungry, Rina. It's hungry for me, and for my punishment."
"I know," she gasped. "I know, and I'm afraid of that hunger in myself. I'm afraid of it more than I am afraid of you, and of any punishment or pain you inflict on me."
"That's good," he replied. "You. have the true mentality of a slave. It's always like that. The slave always really wants to be the slave. That's what keeps her in slavery." He laughed dryly. The girl was intelligent after all. Already she understood the basics of S&M psychology, and obviously, nobody had ever explained them to her. Yet she knew.
As he looked at her quivering cunt, open and bubbling with love juice and white scum, he felt a sort of cold, intellectual appreciation for the way her mind worked, and saw.
Suddenly, without warning, he brought the tip of the whip handle against the wet, dark brown pubic mat covering her cunt. Rina gasped and stiffened.
He began to move the tip of the whip handle around her thick pubic thatch, moving it with a stirring action almost as though he were moving a spoon around to stir up a thick stew.
Her hips began to writhe in instant response.
"Oh no," she moaned, jutting her hips up into the air, "Oh no, no, no!"
"You don't want it?" he asked.
"I do, I do," she replied, "That's what I'm moaning about. If I didn't want it, it would be all right But I do. I want to feel the brutal pleasure of your brand of pain. I want to feel that horrible leather prong stabbing into me."
"Just wait," Tod promised, "soon you will be begging me for it, and I will hold back, until you are frantic, frenzied with lust and longing."
She didn't reply. She sucked her breath in from the strength of her desire. The muscles under her smooth, milk-white thighs were beginning to quiver with lust. She even arched her back, jutting her cunt out towards him, and his punishing leather rod.
Tod noticed the thick, slimy wad of scum that had gurgled out of her twat. It was so rich, and so thick that it broke through the dams of her tight, swollen cunt lips, the inner and the outer ones both, and stood bubbling and quivering at the surface of her cunt.
Skillfully, he swirled the tip of the whip handle around inside that wad of scum, picking it up on the leather, and coating the rod with it.
As she felt the increasing pressure of his leather pseudo prick against her cunt lips, she moaned loudly with pleasure. Tod realized that already, she was ready for him, and her cunt was at a height of hunger for all the pain and pleasure he could give her. But he held back. He knew that only when she actually begged him, not with her body, as she was doing now, but with her mind, that his penetration and punishment would have the greatest effect.
"You do want this, don't you," he mused. He was still amazed at the quickness of it all. From one day to the next, she had turned into his slave, and into a very good slave at that. He marveled at his own powers, granting Rina some small credit for her good taste and good sense.
"Yes," she gasped, "I do really want it, and badly." Her sentence dwindled away into a gasp of lust.
Tod continued to swirl the stick around in her pubic thatch. Then, suddenly,, he lifted the come-smeared leather rod off of her cunt, and gave her a smart, sharp blow on the flesh of her inner thighs.
A scream of lust ripped out of her mouth. He had, Tod realized, discovered one of her most sensitive parts: the inner thighs. He repeated the sharp blows there, using the rod with greater and greater effect with each blow.
Now, Rina was literally bouncing up and down on the mattress. Her whole body thrashed regularly and rhythmically with the familiar beat and motion of coitus. The girl was actually having an orgasm, Tod realized, and he hadn't even shoved his stick inside her.
He saw her fists clenching and unclenching with the force of her lust. Then suddenly, a loud cat-like yowl of ecstasy ripped out of her throat. She opened her fists, and grabbed onto the sheets with the desperation of a dying, drowning swimmer. She was already there, Tod realized. She was already inside that black well of sexual oblivion that is the true home and the true refuge of all masochists.
He realized that he would have to act, and act fast, because if she got lost in the depths of her self-degrading masochistic lust too soon, and with so little push and participation on his part, he would not be able to make enough of a mark on her mind.
Suddenly, he held the leather rod high above her body. After a few seconds of absolutely no contact with the instrument of punishment, Rina's writhing, frenzied body began to grow still. She opened her eyes and looked at him, almost calmly.
Now was the time to penetrate her, fast and hard Tod knew. Without warning, he brutally jammed the leather stick into her cunt, shoving it past both pairs of cunt lips, shoving it pi the tight cunt ring, and shoving it deep into her wet, tender cunt canal.
It all happened so fast, that Rina's initial reaction was minimal. Her eyes widened with disbelief, and her mouth opened wide in a soundless scream. Before she knew what had hit her, the stick was already impaled deep inside her cunt, and Tod was pumping it furiously, viciously, in and out of the tender, sopping wet cunt canal.
Then, slowly, after the fifth or sixth stab with the leather whip handle, the reaction began to set in. Rina's expression of shock and surprise changed. Her features began to twist into a tortured mask of agony. Her mouth drooped downward, as her teeth bared viciously and her eyes squinted with agony.
When the sensation of pain finally hit her, she was already bleeding freely from her cunt, and the whip handle that Tod had been stabbing inside her was so covered with the rich, smooth-flowing blood, that the come that had covered it was no longer visible.
A muffled scream burst from her lips. Tod noticed it, and noticed that it was muffled. He knew then that she was not completely out of her own control and in his power. If she had been, she would not have been able to muffle her screams, as she was obviously doing. Somewhere, in some part of her mind, she had not yet drowned in the well of self-annihilation that she was really looking for, and that she could find with the help of his brutalizing sexual punishment. A part of her was still conscious and in control. A part of her still remembered the neighbors, and the undesirability of letting loud, piercing, and blood-curdling shrieks rip out of her throat.
That was good, Tod thought, because he didn't want the police banging on his door, but it was bad because she was still in control of herself, even to some small degree.
He swore under his breath, angry that he could not provide the kind of surroundings necessary to his brand of pain and pleasure, and his type of sexuality.
It had been different in San Francisco, where he and Alana had lived alone in a huge old house far at the end of a sparsely traveled dead-end road. There, Alana, and all of their frequent visitors, could scream and howl and beg for mercy, or punishment, to their heart's content, never having to worry about neighbors or about the police. He reflected bitterly on the inconveniences of city living.
As the scream muffled in Rina's throat, and gurgled down to the volume of a low moan, Tod, stick still in hand, rushed to his radio and turned it on. That was a signal to her that she could let herself go a little bit more, and it was also an expression of his desire that she should let herself go, and let herself slip out of her own control and fall completely into his.
But the spell was broken. When Tod returned to her writhing, spread-eagled figure, and her bleeding, quivering cunt, he knew that the initiation was over. And he knew that all further games of pain and pleasure were over, for that evening at least.
Rina silently got up off the bed. She managed to reach her purse before the blood sliding down her legs had reached the floor. She took out a sanitary napkin, and placed it between her legs to catch the remaining blood.
As she was pulling her clothes on wordlessly, Tod looked at her. She would be good he knew, and she was already his. That made everything even better. He could relax now.
The next evening, Rina returned, according to his orders. She brought four of her friends with her. Amazingly, she had managed to collect all the questionnaires, and go through them, sorting them out, and weeding them out until she came up with the four people she had brought with her that night.
According to his orders, she had already given them the lowdown about what was going on, and why the questionnaires had been distributed. Tod wanted it that way. Now, he and these four people, two men and two women, and Rina, could enter directly into their painful pleasures, without any sly and coy introduction, any beating around the bush. They knew what they wanted, they realized they could get it by becoming a member of the group he was starting, and they had come to get it. The whole arrangement was that cut and dried. That was the way Tod wanted it.
"I'm John," said a tall, swarthy, muscular man. Tod looked at him appraisingly. He knew that John would be good student. The dark, jungle glint in his eyes bespoke eloquently that he was familiar with brutality, even though he had probably never indulged in it on a sexual plane. His body, too, was perfect. He looked, in fact, remarkably like a dark version of Tod. His muscularity was of the same smooth, cat-like kind, and his movements held the same sinister grace. Tod was pleased.
"I'm Tod," he said, shaking hands with John. When their hands clasped and met, a peculiar electricity passed between them. It was a good sensation, Tod thought, a sensation that revealed the nature and depth of their understanding.
He turned to the other man Rina had brought.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Willy," said the tall blonde boy. As they shook hands, Tod appraised him. Willy had a heavy Southern accent that showed even in the one word he had uttered, his name. Willy was very tall, like Tod and John, but his build was completely different. He had the crude bulging muscularity of the boxer or the professional wrestler. His shoulders were immense, broad and rippling with power that manifested itself even under the jacket he wore. His hands were huge and reddened. His thighs were almost splitting his pants' legs apart, they were so thickly muscled. Willy reflected a primitive, clumsy kind of caveman brutality that provided a perfect contrast to the cat-like grace of both Tod and John.
Tod then turned to the two girls. One of them, Susan, pleased him immediately. Susan was a tiny, petite girl whose long, thick silky black hair fell past her waist and brushed delectably against her ass as she moved. Her huge black eyes were so shiny that they seemed to be perpetually filled with tears, tears for some unknown but overwhelming sorrow.
She had gigantic overripe breasts-breasts that despite their size, hung high on her chest. Her waist was incredibly tiny, incredibly pinched. It swelled out to the lushest, broadest pair of hips Todd had ever seen. Her legs were shapely, and long, yet not too long to provide an awkward contrast with her full, lush figure.
When his eyes met Susan's, Tod instantly knew that she was a natural masochist, the kind that almost has to be born, they are so perfect. He was pleased, but he still preferred Rina. Much as he liked this Susan, she would not threaten Rina's place as his favorite because she was too much like Alana.
She was like Alana not in physical appearance, because Alana had been a tall slender ash-blonde, but in mentality. Susan, Tod realized, would become too quickly and too easily that worst of all possible things-the too-perfect slave. He had just discarded a too-perfect slave, and he remembered very well how boring and tedious they can become.
Susan, he realized, would be a valuable member of the group, because he thought every group needed an absolutely submissive, and absolutely self-abnegating female slave, but she could never be his favorite. Already, he was a bit repulsed by the blatant begging for punishment he saw in her eyes.
He gave her a small tight smile, then turned to the other girl, Laura. Here is one cunt I may have trouble with, he thought. For an instant, he felt a flash of irritation for Rina. But he knew it was not justified. She had done a remarkable, commendable job of picking out the members of his group. If one of them was less than perfect, it was his fault, not hers. He had been too lazy to go through the questionnaires himself, and had passed that tedious task onto Rina.
As he looked at Laura, he realized that she might not be such a mistake after all. She was off-key for the tone he wanted to establish in the group, but just off-key enough to add spice and interest.
This Laura, a tall, blue-eyed redhead, was probably more into giving punishment than receiving it, he realized. She might even be interested in women, too, but that was not at all bad.
Tod had participated on several occasions in S&M orgies where lesbian sadists and masochists had been included. He remembered that he had watched with great interest and had even been aroused by the spectacle of
Daisy, a brutal, black-haired S&M queen, alternately whipping and licking the cunt of Berry, her cute, blonde little slave. These S&M dykes have a certain style, Tod thought, a certain flair and drama. In fact, it might be a very good thing that Laura would be included in their group.
He met her tough, suspicious blue-eyed stare. He let his eyes soften a bit with welcome, and she responded immediately with a smile. In that exchange of glances, everything was said, so that nothing actually had to be spoken. Laura knew that Tod knew her tendencies, and that he had accepted them, and in fact, welcomed them on second thought.
As if by some wordless agreement, all the men and women in the room stripped naked. They dropped their clothes where they were standing. Again, without a direct command, Susan scurried around noiselessly, picking up all the clothes, folding them neatly, and piling them on top of a corner armchair.
Tod noticed her action, and he realized that the group could function perfectly, like clockwork. Susan knew that it was her place to do all the menial, most tedious chores. Rina had simply stood by silently, watching, while Laura had adopted, an aggressive, dyke-type stance, her hands on her hips. Her eyes had followed the soft nude form of Susan's body, devouring every inch of it.
This is going to be a good group, Tod thought with satisfaction.
As they sat down on the floor, he stood up in their midst. He picked up the whips, riding crops and paddles that he had laid out on his bed.
"You may or may not be familiar with these instruments," he began.
"They know," Rina interrupted. Instantly, Tod's foot slammed into her crotch. As she doubled over in surprise and agony, he looked at her coldly.
"No interruptions, cunt," he snarled.
"Oh terrific," John laughed. His dark eyes lit up with pleasure at the sight of Rina's helpless, convulsed body.
"Beautiful," Laura laughed. "We're going to have a lot of fun together."
"Well, then, let's begin," Tod said.
"I don't know how," Willy drawled.
"Oh you'll learn," Tod said. "Just give yourself a little time, and you might turn out to be the best master of us all," he laughed looking at Juan then back at Willy again. A slow smile spread over Willy's face.
"I think I'm going to like this," he said. "Let me have one of them there whips."
"Sure," Tod said, handing him a whip.
"And I'll take one of them paddles, too," Willy said enthusiastically.
Suddenly, Tod realized that this group could easily turn out to be a mad free-for-all. That was the last thing in the world he wanted to happen. He had been involved in the rites of pain and pleasure for a long time. He knew well, only too well, how important it was for all the members or participants to understand the beauties and mysteries involved in those rites. He had seen S&M orgies that were no more than fuck and fight fests, with fists, whips, and various instruments of torture flying and flailing through the air.
It had happened once in San Francisco, where a gang of bikers and a gang of devil worshippers had gotten together with an well-established and well-run S&M group. The chaos and horror that had resulted had brought squads of police to the scene, and had made all the newspapers, nationwide too.
Tod realized he should explain to the new members of the group, none of whom were familiar with the rites of S&M, not only the technical ins and outs of the particular brand of sexuality they had chosen to follow, but also the theory behind the practice.
A lack of proper explanation had resulted in the scandals in San Francisco, because the bikers, first and foremost, understood only brute violence, and none of the physical or psychological intricacies behind the rites of violence and sex.
The bikers, in fact, never mixed the two, violence and sex, except when they indulged in a rape or a gang-bang. They didn't even see the beauty of the connection that existed between sex and violence. They didn't even know there was a connection.
The devil worshippers were an infinitely more sophisticated crew, but they too, separated sex from violence. At least, thought Tod, the devil worshippers were familiar with ritual and with the importance of ritual. So, they had some advantage over the bikers when it came to understanding the ritual of S&M, and in fact, they themselves were looking for ritual.
"I think I should say something about the whole nature of sexuality we have chosen to follow," Tod said. "First of all, I'm assuming that none of you people were ever formally involved in an S&M group."
"You're right," Rina said. Again, Tod gave her a brutal kick that landed squarely on her belly. A shrill shriek of agony ripped out of Rina's lips, and she doubled over to the floor again.
"Terrific," Willy said, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her voluptuous, fleshly body writhing and shuddering on the floor in the throes of sheer and nonsexual agony.
"Beautiful," John said. "You must learn karate, my friend. I will teach you if you like."
"I want to learn too," Laura shrilled.
"That figures," Tod said. Even the reaction of the group at that moment irritated him. He didn't like all this commentary, and laughing. It sounded like a bunch of rambunctious teenagers at a brawl.
"Why did you do that?" Susan asked meekly.
Tod glared at her. "First of all, I am one of the masters, and what I do is not to be questioned by you, who are nothing more than an object, a hunk of flesh, a slave."
"Kick the shit out of her," Willy yelled enthusiastically.
"Break the dumb cunt in half," John sneered. "Or let me do it for you."
"Now wait a minute, wait a minute," Tod said. He raised his hands instinctively to silence the crowd. And it worked. Tod caught that fact, and realized that once again, the ritualistic gesture of uprising one's hand for silence, worked wonderfully well. Again, he had just proven to himself, without even realizing it, the importance of ritual and the importance of introducing ritual to this group.
"Well shut up," Willy offered.
Tod didn't bother to even look at him. "First of all," he said, "I kicked Rina again because she presumed to speak when she was not spoken to. I was asking the people who weren't here before, and she knew that, but impulsively, she had to open her big mouth and say something. This is not allowed. It is unforgivable behavior in a slave."
"How do we know who is a slave and who is a master?" Willy asked.
"Your question is unnecessary," Tod said stiffly. "A master knows he is a master, and a slave knows she is a slave. Nobody ever has to tell them what they are. They just automatically fall into their right and proper roles."
"Yeah?" Willy said dubiously.
"Sure," Tod snapped impatiently. "Tell me, Willy, what do you feel like, a master or a slave."
Willy's face brightened. "A master, for sure," he replied.
"There, you see?" Tod said. "We all know, everyone of us, who we are, and what we came here for. Now, how about you John, what do you feel like, a master or a slave."
"I am a master," John replied proudly and without hesitation.
"Laura?" Tod asked, turning to the tall, powerful redhead.
There was a moment's silence as all eyes turned to Laura. She stood speechless for a moment, wondering if she should admit to her dominating, lesbian tendencies. She wanted to, because they were real, they were the true expression of Laura and her sexuality. Yet, she was still not sure that she would be accepted as a member of the group if she admitted to her leanings, in the way of dominance and in the way of gentler preference.
For all she knew, they might want all the women to be submissive slaves, something she could never be, because it went totally against her nature. And if there was one thing Laura had learned the hard way, it was always a mistake to go against your own nature. Even if you hated and despised it, you had to be true to it, because it was your identity, and it was all you had.
The silence became embarrassing as Laura's mind swirled with thoughts and doubts. She looked over the group of faces watching her intently. It figured, she thought, that they would want her to be a submissive female slave. Looking at the division of men to women, it worked out that way.
There was Tod, a master, and Willy, another master, and John, again, another master. Susan and Rina were the slaves for two masters, and she, the third female, should have been the female slave to another male master.
Laura was suffering intense mental agony as she stood frozen speechless in the midst of her dilemma. She didn't want to be rejected. She wanted and needed the kind of sex this group had to offer. Yet, if she didn't meet the demands of the group, obviously, they wouldn't accept her. Why should they?
Tod watched her carefully. He understood her dilemma, and he knew exactly what was going on in her mind. He realized that she didn't have the courage and self-confidence to say what she really wanted and who she really was. He respected her less for it. But he wanted her in the group, and he knew he would have to encourage her to speak, or else she would lie, since she was so overcome by fear. If she lied to him, he would have to reject her from the group, he knew, and he didn't want to do that.
"Go ahead, Laura," he said in a neutral voice. "Tell us what you really feel like."
"I feel like a mistress," Laura blurted out.
Her reply was greeted with a stunned silence from everybody.
"Why, I swear, that girl is a fucking unnatural creature," Willy drawled in outrage. "Whoever heard of a cunt being a mistress. It's not right."
"Shit," John said vehemently. His disapproval showed clearly on his face.
Rina remained silent. She stared at the floor. Tod looked at her. He realized that she too didn't have the courage to say what she actually felt. He was sorry he had discovered that aspect of her personality. He lost a bit of respect for her, just as he had lost his respect for Laura.
Tod looked at Susan, waiting for her to speak up. She only looked up at him with her great, submissive liquid eyes. Suddenly, Tod realized his mistake. Susan was a better slave than he was a master.
"You may speak, Susan," he said to her, realizing that she would not under any condition open her mouth until she was told to do so, and expressing given permission to do so.
"I have nothing to say," Susan replied quietly. "I am a slave, and it is not my place to express an opinion, or even have an opinion."
"Very good," Tod said sternly, trying to regain his composure after Susan, the more perfect of the two, had unwittingly showed him up like that.
Meanwhile, Laura was trembling with fear and shame. She had already resigned herself to being thrown out. She reflected on it bitterly, thinking that she had been asked to tell the truth, and she had told the truth, and now, they were all rejecting her for it, and spitting on her for it. That, she thought, is just the way it is. Fuck them all.
Suddenly, Tod spoke, "I think it is fine that Laura is a mistress and wants to be a mistress."
"What?" Willy whined. "I never heard of such a thing, a cunt wanting to be a master, I mean a mistress. What the fuck is that?"
"Yeah," John said belligerently, "what the fuck is that? Whatever it is, I don't like it one bit."
"Wait a minute," Tod said, again raising his hands to silence the crowd. "This group is formed to allow us all to express ourselves sexually, and to expand our sexual horizons. We want to try everything, even if it is new and different." He paused for a moment to let that sink it.
"Yeah," Willy said enthusiastically, "I want to try everything. I want to do everything too."
John still maintained his surly silence.
"Well," Tod said patiently, "This is one of the new things we are going to try with sex, letting Laura be a mistress."
"I'm not going to let any cunt beat up on me, or play mistress with me," John shouted angrily.
"No, you got it all wrong," Tod said. "Laura likes chicks, can't you see?"
"What?" Willy and John said in unison.
"I'll be," Willy added as an afterthought.
"You see," Tod said, "she's not going to beat up on any of us, on any of us masters, that's not her thing."
"Well," John said sullenly, "as long as she doesn't fuck with me, I guess it's okay."
"I'll be," Willy said, still amazed at his first view of a real live lesbian, right before his very eyes and within touching distance. He stared at her like she was an animal in a zoo.
"We can all watch," Tod said. He was beginning to feel irritated, like he was addressing a group of stupid, hostile kindergarten kids. These fuckers don't know a thing about sex, he thought to himself. Then he realized that along with the pleasures of being the master of a group, he had to recognize and accept the responsibilities, too. And this, he thought, was one of the burdens.
They seemed to like the idea of being able to watch.
"What about the other cunts?" Willy asked. "Will they be able to take getting worked over by her?" he asked, gesturing towards Laura with his head.
"Nonsense," Tod snapped. "They are slaves, Willy, get that through your head. They have absolutely nothing to say about what is done to them.
Just as Tod was beginning to loose his patience with them all, and beginning to regret his new position as S&M master, John spoke up.
"Listen, what you said before, you'll have to explain it to us some other time! My whip hand is itching so bad, it's driving me crazy. I want to whip the shit out of one of those cunts, and I want to do it right now."
"Fucking right," Willy yelled enthusiastically.
"Let me have one of them paddles," said John.
Tod handled him a paddle. John got up and walked over to Rina.
"Lie down on your stomach, cunt," he bawled. "On the floor."
Instantly, Rina twirled around to a prone position, her stomach flat on the floor and her white, rounded buttocks jutting up invitingly into the air.
All the others cleared a space for John. Now he and Rina were alone in the middle of the room. John devoured every inch of her luscious, perfect body with his eyes.
"Spread 'em, cunt," he bellowed, towering over her.
Instantly, Rina reached back with her hands and spread her ass cheeks apart.
John gave her a brutal kick in the hip. Rina muffled a scream of agony. "I mean spread your legs, you dumb drooling cunt, not your ass. I don't want your ass-hole, at least not yet."
Quickly, she outspread her legs at the thighs, so that they formed a huge, upside down V. All eyes were glued on her as her full, voluptuous form spread itself to receive John's punishment
Amazingly enough, Rina's hips began to beat a staccato of lust against the hardwood floor.
"Come on," she moaned, "come one."
"Look at that," Laura marveled. "The crazy cunt is actually begging for it. Wow." She gazed admiringly at the girl's luscious body, her eyes devouring every inch of it, eagerly and hungrily. It was obvious that Laura couldn't wait her turn to beat Rina herself. She rubbed her hands together with greed and lust, yet with frustration. "Come on, why don't you give it to her, John?" Laura urged.
'Take it easy, woman," John snarled. "You'll get your turn."
Then, suddenly, without warning, John brought the flat, hard wood of the paddle down on Rina's bared buttocks. The sound of wood stinging against flesh reverberated throughout the small room, and sent shivers of delight down the spines of all the group.
Each one of them threw him or herself into the beating, putting the identification on either end, that of the person giving the beating, and that of the person being beaten.
Gentle, fragile Susan, especially, entered into the beating wholly. Her body quivered with passion as the first paddle blow fell on Rina's naked ass. Low moans of lust escaped from her lips. Tod noted her reaction carefully. This one, he thought to himself, enjoys it so much, she even gets off watching it done to other people. That was good, he thought. It's always more fun if you enjoy watching other people being beaten. It fills out the time better, because since you can't be the center of attention all the time, especially in a group, it helps to be able to enjoy just watching group activities. Susan, for sure, was an enjoyer of that brand.
As the second paddle blow fell on Rina's bare ass, and Rina writhed and muffled her screams of pleasure, Susan suddenly spread her legs, even though she was in a sitting position. She dug her hand hard into her crotch and began to play with herself.
This astounded Willy, who still thought that masturbation was basically evil, and best called self-abuse. He stared at Susan incredulously.
"I'll be, look at the girl," he said. "Got no shame!" He looked eagerly at Tod. "Ain't you going to punish that cunt for what she's doing? Ain't you going to beat the living shit out of her?"
"No," Tod replied quietly. "That's not the way things are done."
"But you got to punish her somehow. Will you look at her! She's playing with herself. That's wrong and you know it," Willy exclaimed.
He looked around at the other group members for support. But all of them were engrossed either in the spectacle of John beating Rina, or of Susan playing with herself.
"What a bunch of perverts!" Willy exclaimed. His protestations grew weaker as he realized that nobody was shocked, or even cared.
He wondered, for a split second, how it was possible for any one to publicly masturbate, and not be punished, cruelly and brutally, on the spot. Why, he remembered how his grandfather used to sneak into his room on the sly and try to catch him masturbating, so that he could punish him.
He even remembered the close watch kept on the bathroom whenever Willy or his brothers went in to take a piss or a shit. The door, which couldn't be locked from the inside, just from the outside, would burst open, and his grandfather or mother would burst in. If they found even the slightest hint of an erection in the pissing or shitting boys, they would instantly take them out back, and paddle their asses black and blue.
That was the rule. Yet, all these crazies were disregarding that basic rule. Willy didn't realize that when he walked into the room, he had passed beyond the pale of all normal, conventional sexual relationships. He still clung to some of his old ideas, finding no contradiction in the fact that he was there, as a participant in an S&M orgy, and at the same time he was offended and outraged by another member's masturbatory activities.
He lumbered to his feet. "I can't stand by and watch this wickedness," he said pompously.
"Shut up," Tod hissed. "Shut up and sit down."
"No," Willy shouted. "If none of you will see the difference between right and wrong, and uphold the right while chastising the unworthy, I guess I'll have to do it."
He grabbed one of the whips in Tod's hand. Tod willingly relinquished it to Willy, realizing that this latest and most ridiculous development was perhaps necessary in the growth of his knowledge of the group. Besides, it might be fun to see that great golden gorilla, Willy, beat up on the tiny, frail Susan.
Willy approached Susan with his whip.
"Just watch you don't hit anybody else with that," Tod said. "Otherwise, do what you like."
"You bet," Willy returned enthusiastically.
Susan saw him approaching her. Her eyes caught sight of the whip in his hand.
"No," she shrieked. "Don't do it!"
Willy's cock swelled at the sight of her fear. His massive organ jerked erect. Its hideously huge glans bumped against the flesh of his belly, well above his navel. That's how long his dong was.
"I'll do whatever I like," he bellowed, "and don't you forget it. You're nothing but a slave here anyhow."
"No, no," Susan screamed. She wouldn't have minded being beaten by Tod or John, but this man was different.
His rough, barbed wire brutality frightened her, much more than it aroused her. She liked punishment and she wanted it, but she wanted it administered to her with a certain gentleness, a certain perverse grace and beauty. She didn't want to be beaten, whipped, raw and bloody by this huge, hulking brute. That was not her idea of pleasure. She turned to Tod imploringly.
"Please don't let him do it to me," she gasped. "Anyone but him."
Tod understood everything. He understood Susan's repugnance to Willy, and he realized that he himself was to a great degree revolted by Willy and by his coarse brand of brutality.
"He can do whatever he wants to you, Susan," Tod said coldly. He could hardly force the words out of his mouth, but he knew they had to be said, no two ways about it. They couldn't start playing favorites, at least not yet. Not so early in the game. That would divide them against each other fatally, and perhaps even destroy the group before it had really begun.
Later, when they had more sense of cohesion among themselves, perhaps each one of them, even the slaves, would be freer to choose who punished them, and how they were punished. But for now, that was impossible.
Willy walked up to Susan, a menacing leer twisting his lips. "You're going to get it, girl. You're going to get it so bad that you won't be able to sit down for a week!" He licked his lips enthusiastically.
"Oh, don't let him do this to me," Susan implored looking at Tod with huge, worshipping eyes.
Tod looked away coldly, concentrating on John and Rina, who were both in the throes of mutual lust and deep into the satisfaction of giving and receiving punishment.
Tod knew he must side with Willy, even though Willy offended him as much as he offended Susan, and no doubt for the same reason. But he must stick by the masters, he knew, no matter what else happened.
He heard the whistle of the whip through the air. He knew it was Willy beating Susan. He made himself look. He had been wrong. Willy had yet to let the evil, biting whip tongue sink into her soft white flesh. He had merely been swinging it through the air above her head, trying to crumble her psychologically first. He knew the subtleties of punishment, even though he had never been taught. It was instinctive to him, Tod realized, and more basic and primeval than in any of the others.
Tod detached himself from the group, mentally and emotionally, even though he didn't move a step. Looking around at Rina and John, already engaged in their mad, pleasure and pain-giving, and Susan and Willy about to indulge themselves in the inimitable lusts of pain and pleasure. Only he and Laura remained unattended to. But that was all right. Both he and Laura could wait. Their turn would come.
CHAPTER THREE
Susan crawled on the bed, moving like a frightened child facing inevitable punishment, punishment she was not quite sure she deserved.
"I'll teach you to play with yourself," Willy bellowed. "I'll teach you to stick your hand into your cunt like that, you slut!"
"Oh," Susan whined helplessly, automatically, almost to herself. She knew it was not going to do her a bit of good to address any more pleas either to Tod or to Willy. What she had to do now was figure out what approach would satisfy Willy the most, and the quickest.
"Punishment will befall you evil whore of Babylon, at the hands of my whip," Willy babbled. He was getting lost in his role of punisher, so much, that his tongue began to twist.
But he gave her the clue she needed. Obviously, Susan realized, Willy had to pretend he was punishing her for her own good, because she had done a wicked thing. He couldn't let himself realize that he was punishing her because he enjoyed it, and for no other reason. Now, she knew what to say to appease him, and how to play along with him.
"Punish me," she wailed. "I have done wrong."
Willy was astounded for a split second. He couldn't quite understand this sudden reversal on Susan's part, then he remembered that was how it had always been when he had been punished as a child: at first, the senseless protests, the pleas for mercy, then, the realization that one had really wronged, and that punishment was the only just and purifying force that could wipe clean the evil committed.
"You bet your ass you've done wrong, playing with yourself like that, sticking your finger in your cunt, and moving it around like that inside," he yelled. "That's wrong."
"Punish me, please, beat me, whip me, anything. I deserve it. I need it," Susan wailed as if on cue. She could see that she was taking the right tack. Already, Willy was becoming involved with the theory, the why and the wherefore of her punishment, and was neglecting the punishment itself.
Susan, clever as she had been, forgot one thing that simply by delaying her punishment, she was not necessarily making it lighter or shorter when it finally came.
Suddenly, without warning, she felt the bite of the whip sink into her flesh, crisscrossing it from the back of her buttocks, across her arm, and finally, across the nipples of her two huge, melon-like tits.
A gasp of agony ripped out of her mouth as her nerves, at first numbed by the incredible force of the whip blow, began to loosen and relay the message to the pain and pleasure centers of her brain. The brutal whip was wielded by an expert hand. She had forgotten that. Willy was a farm boy, had been all his life. He knew how to wield a whip skillfully, extracting from each move the maximum possible punishment with the minimum possible effort on his part.
A twisting horrible welt swelled up over the surface of Susan's maimed, china doll flesh. The welt had broken skin at its center. When the body finally reacted to the cutting the blow inflicted on it, it reacted with a bright spurting of blood, gushing out of the cut all along the welt-mark.
Susan gasped when she looked down at her frail body. It seemed to her that the whip welt cut at least an inch deep on her flesh. It seemed that the twisting red mark wound its way over all of her body, and marred it forever. She was so petite and tiny, that a mark of that length and depth overwhelmed her body.
Tod looked over casually, tearing his eyes off John's delectable and skillful paddling of Rina's quivering, naked ass. When he saw the blood gushing out of the monstrous welt winding around Susan's body, he rushed up to Willy, and grabbed his arm. He got the arm in his grip just in the nick of time, because Willy was about to let loose with another whip blow, certainly every bit as deep and as brutal as the first one.
"Wait a minute," Willy raged, when he realized what was happening.
"No, you wait a minute," Tod said. "Take it easy, you ass-hole!"
Willy struggled desperately to escape Tod's grip, his body growing taut and firm as the muscles strove to break Tod's easy, snake-like hold on him. "You mother-fucker," Willy gasped. "I'm punishing this girl. How do you dare stop me, when I am an agent of punishment"
"Shut up and listen to me," Tod gasped, breathless from the effort it took to hold Willy down.
"Listen nothing," Willy raged. "I was sent to punish this girl for the crime of self-abuse. Do you know what that means, self-abuse? She was playing with herself!" Willy's incredulous outrage would have been funny but for the fact that it could result in permanent damage to Susan.
"Look," Tod began slowly, "calm down and let me explain something to you."
"Ain't nothing to explain," Willy raged. "She wronged, and she's got to be punished."
"No, wait," Tod insisted, "you can't whip her that hard. She's not a mule or a horse. You'll kill her if you whip her that hard."
"Nah!" Willy said. "That's what my mammy always said to my daddy when he was whipping me. But look at me now, alive as ever. Never did kill me at all!" A note of pride in his voice made Tod shiver with disgust. He had gotten himself more than a natural punisher and master. He had gotten himself a mental case. He knew he had to call forth all his powers of concentration to still this crazed giant, who suddenly envisioned himself as a chosen instrument of punishment.
"Listen," Tod explained. "We can't whip them too hard. Otherwise, they will take a long time to recover from their wounds, don't you see? And the longer they take to recover, the longer we will be deprived of the pleasure of punishing them, and fucking them, and making them suck our dicks, don't you see?"
"What?" Willy demanded.
"Sure," Tod said quietly, insistently, pushing his point. "They are not mules. If you whip them too hard, they'll get sick, and those marks will stay on their skin, and they won't look pretty any more. Don't you see? We masters have got to go a little easy on them, or else they'll sicken on us and maybe even die."
"Yeah, yeah, that's true," Willy said, the light of understanding shining from his brow. "Why I remember that's what happened to one of Pappy's mules. He beat her so hard that one day she just up and couldn't take any more. Got so sick she stopped eating and then she died. That left Pappy short four hundred dollars. Mammy always said it was justice done made that mule die."
"You know," Willy said thoughtfully, "it's not often that I'll admit I was wrong, but this time, I got to do it. I got to say it. You are right. I will have to learn to beat them less."
Finally, Tod released him. "That's the only way to do it," he said. "We are responsible for them, just like you'd be responsible for your animals. You got to watch out for their health, know what I mean?"
"Sure I do," Willy said. "You don't have to say another word. In fact, I think I'll finish the job with a riding crop instead of this whip, just to show you how much I understand what you been trying to tell me."
Tod breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, he had made this ass-hole gorilla see reason. Thank goodness, he thought, maybe there was hope for him after all. For a second there, Tod was afraid that Willy would have to be eliminated from the group.
Still, Tod eyed him warily as he went over and picked out a riding crop.
"On your back, sister," Willy ordered Susan. Slowly, painfully, the tiny girl rolled over on her back. When Tod saw her spread her legs and expose her cunt to Willy's punishment, he knew it was all right. Obviously Susan still wanted punishment, and her gaping cunt, turning freely and willingly to Willy's punishing hand was proof of that.
This time, Willy's approach was different. He stroked the cunt with the leather crop tongue, very gently, so gently that Tod was amazed. He couldn't believe that those gigantic, rough reddened hands were capable of such slow sensuous movement.
But it was true. Even as he watched, Susan's body began to respond to the light, teasing pain that Willy was skillfully giving her. The bitch forgets fast enough, Tod thought, as he watched her legs strain to stretch apart even more so that her cunt would open up to him.
The incredible dark, hairy cunt muff, gaping wide apart, revealed two sets of reddish-pink cunt lips. The pussy flaps were shining, dewy with come already. Tod reasoned the cunt moisture must have slid down her cunt canal while Willy was giving her that one incredibly brutal whip blow. So, he thought, even that stimulated her, even though she was in excruciating pain. He was almost sorry now, that he had stopped Willy. If the cunt enjoyed it, may as well let her have it.
Willy raised the crop a bit higher into the air and off the wet, gaping cunt so that his blows, when they fell, hit a little harder and a little deeper. As he released the power of his hand, and let that power flow into the leather, then sink into her cunt flesh, Susan moaned with pleasure.
"Do it harder," she begged. "Work that whip so that the tip goes right inside my cunt."
"That's hard to do," Willy said. His face frowned with concentration. He was using a riding crop, even though Susan insisted on calling it a whip.
Willy wasn't used to handling riding crops. They were instruments of the rich, who rode horses and who rode after hounds. Willy had hardly ever seen one from close up and even though he was a farm boy, he never rode on a horse. They only had horses to pull shit, he thought, and mules. They only used whips on them.
He felt amazingly clumsy with the short delicate riding crop in his hand. His aim was bad and he knew it. Even though he could hit a fly off a fence post with a long whip, he could hardly hit the huge, gaping cunt gash that spread out right in front of his eyes, not three feet away. He tried again, but this time, he was so nervous and insecure that he missed Susan's eager, hungry cunt altogether, and struck instead at her inner thighs.
A moan of disappointment ripped out of Susan's lips. "Whip my cunt," she said angrily. "The cunt. It wants to be punished. It has to be punished."
"I'm doing my best," Willy muttered. He somehow slipped into the ridiculous and degrading role of a student, one who can't quite follow the instructions of the teacher, hard as he might try. Willy was reminded of his horrible grade shool days when he was the laughing stock of his school because of his stupidity.
That sudden flashback in time did it. It threw him off so completely that he not only missed her cunt, but her thighs too. Incredible enough, the tip of the crop slammed against her knee, but so hard that it raised a bloody little welt there.
"I can't stand it," Susan shrieked, beating her hands furiously into the mattress. Her head rolled back and forth with rage, and her entire body stiffened and convulsed with anger.
Tod quickly went up to her, thinking that Willy was once again overdoing it, and beating her bloody with one stroke of the crop. He was amazed when he saw Willy's blushing face and the crop hanging limply from his hands.
"What's going on here?" he demanded. Before Willy had a chance to say anything, Susan spat out, "That ass-hole doesn't know the first thing about riding crops. He can't whip my cunt because he doesn't know how to handle the crop."
Tod stared incredulously at Willy. The shamefaced look about him convinced him that it was true. Willy didn't even know how to hold a riding crop.
Tod took the crop out of his hand. "Let me show you how," he said. "You watch carefully."
Tod swung the crop up into the air. As he brought it down, it bit directly in between Susan's gaping cunt lips and struck deep inside the palpitating flesh between them. When she felt its blow, she gasped with pleasure, and her hips began to pound up and down on the mattress, playing with the crop.
"Wow," Willy said with amazement. "You sure do know how to handle one of them things. Me, I never used one before tonight."
"It's a matter of practice," Tod said. He looked back at Susan's cunt, which was easily the hairiest, darkest, sexiest cunt thatch he had ever seen. He had been used to staring into Alana's gold and pink cunt for so long that he forgot the stimulation that a dark, jungle-like pubic patch can arouse. The most stimulating thing, he thought, is the color of the flesh in dark-haired cunt. like Susan's they were all of a peculiar color, completely different from the pale pink of blonde cunts. The darker the hair got, the redder and darker the cunt flesh got.
Susan, who had the most incredibly black hair and cunt thatch, followed that rule. The cunt flesh of her lips, both the fat, swollen outer ones and the delicately ruffled pink inner ones, was more reddish brown than pink. It was so dark as to be an angry, blood red, even when it wasn't stimulated or when it wasn't being beaten.
And Tod liked that. For some reason, the change served to stimulate him. As he stared at the dark red cunt meat gaping open helplessly in front of him, he suddenly felt a churning of lust in his balls. He felt his prick stiffen and lengthen and begin to quiver with the impact.
"I'll handle her this time," he said to Willy, "you watch. I'll try and give you a few pointers on handling a riding crop," Tod said. His voice was calm and even, disguising the strength of the passion for punishment that shook him.
"Sure thing," Willy said. "That's a good idea. How else is a fellow supposed to learn?" He was relieved that he wouldn't be the object of general mockery because of his dismal failure to handle the crop and beat Susan's cunt to his and her satisfaction. His face turned into a frown of concentration as he carefully watched Tod.
"It's all in the wrist," Tod said. He had a whole lecture ready in his mind. But when he let the first teasing, tingling whip blow fall on Susan's dark red cunt flesh, he forgot everything he planned to say. The powerful surge of his sexuality overwhelmed him. His prick was pulsing, throbbing, and hungry for the release found in a good, stiff cunt-whipping.
His aim, too, was faulty, even though he was an expert at handling the crop. He was excited, so excited that his hands were shaking. The first blow fell on her cunt, but not at its exact center. The stinging, singing little whip slashed across her inner and outer cunt lips on a slight diagonal, missing the exact vertical line of the slit by a few degrees.
Still, it was much, much better than Willy's clumsy ministrations. Susan felt it immediately, and knew it was a blow delivered by the hand of a master, both a master of the flesh, and a master of the crop, and the fine art of using both fearlessly, relentlessly, until the flesh and the crop merged in one thundering, agonizing crescendo of climax.
Her hips jutted forward and up to meet the crop blows.
"Stop it," Tod shrieked, realizing that her movements were partly the result of her efforts to compensate for his inaccurate aim. This offended him. "Don't move your cunt," he hissed. "Don't move at all if you know what's good for you."
"Yes," Susan whispered, letting her buttocks fall back on the mattress and her body go limp.
"Now," he said, "now I'm really going to give it to you, in punishment, too, because you presumed to participate in your punishment.
You forgot that you were no more than a lump of flesh I have chosen for my pleasure. You acted on your own initiative and moved around. That is unforgivable You are not to move unless I command you to do so."
"But sometimes," Susan whispered, "I don't move. It's my body that moves by itself and of its own will in response to the pleasure of your punishment."
"That's different," Tod snarled, "very different from what you were doing and don't pretend to not know that."
He slashed the riding crop down into her cunt again, this time much harder. The blow was propelled by his fear of the challenge she was presenting suddenly. Why didn't she just shut up and be what she was intended to be, a hunk of flesh, an insensible slave? He felt he had been challenged, and his cunning had been challenged once too often that evening. Breaking in a new group was exhausting. He felt more broken in than they did.
He was annoyed at his weakness. When his crop slashed into her helpless body again, it was with all the rage and venom of a thwarted man, a man who feels suddenly surrounded by forces who will humiliate him and threaten his position. He lashed out blindly as if trying to beat off the fears and doubts that were assailing him.
But in the frenzy of his rage, his instinct returned to him, and he brought the crop down again and again. Each time it hit its mark perfectly. Each time Susan's body convulsed with pleasure. Her cunt flaps twitched from the impact of the biting leather and from the spasming reaction of her own body.
Susan began to moan rhythmically, each sound of lust and satisfaction ripping out of her body matching and timed to the shivers of lust that shook her. Her hips began to beat frantically down onto the mattress, so much so, that her pace anticipated Tod's crop blows.
Tod recognized what was happening, even though the incredible sexuality of his prick was throbbing his brain into oblivion. He tried to keep up with her, to increase the rate of the crop blows to match the frantic, frenzied slamming of her body.
But he was out of breath already. He was weary from the psychological strain of establishing and holding together a new group, and now, the challenge of giving this greedy, insatiable cunt a long, hard, and mutually satisfying cunt whipping proved too much for him.
Suddenly Laura was at his side with a gigantic pink dildo.
"Let me help," she offered. "I'll do her with this. That will keep her satisfied."
"Good," Tod gasped. "I'll be able to go easy on the whipping."
"Let me just slip in here," Laura said. She was gasping with excitement. Her massive breasts heaved and quivered with anticipation.
"Where did you get that dildo?" Tod asked curiously.
"I brought it with me, in my bag," she replied.
"Do you always carry it with you?" he asked.
Laura shot him a wary look. "Yes," she replied.
"That's a good idea," Tod said, to put her at ease. "You never know when opportunity will knock."
"True," Laura laughed. "It's come in handy more times than I can remember."
Tod moved to the side of the bed. Susan was so aroused that she didn't even seem to notice the brief interruption in the administering of pain and pleasure. Her huge, reddened cunt, now drooling rich supplies of love juice readily, and considerably swollen from the accumulated impact of the crop, still palpitated hungrily. Her hips shuddered in time to the inner spasms of lust racing through her body. Tod noticed with amazement that she didn't need them anymore.
She didn't need anyone anymore. He had brought her so close to the brink of orgasm by his expert crop blows that she was actually working herself into an orgasm with absolutely no assistance from anyone, not even from her own hand via auto-stimulation. Tod congratulated himself. He had done so well the girl could go solo, so to speak, after only about ten or fifteen minutes of him.
But Laura had no intention of letting her go solo. She brought the huge obscenely pink dildo up to the very lips of Susan's cunt.
"Wait," Tod yelled, interrupting her so roughly that Laura gasped with surprise. "Sorry to startle you, but I want to see if she can come by herself."
"Oh no," Laura moaned. "Not after IVe been working myself up to fucking her like this for the past half hour."
"I said leave her alone," Tod snapped. Hearing so much as the weak contradiction he got from this girl was enough to drive him to a fit of rage. He wanted to see Susan come all by herself. It was a point of pride. If she really did have an orgasm, he would have a better and more precise idea of his powers of stimulation.
"Wait a minute," Laura said boldly. "Just because I have a cunt between my legs doesn't mean I'm like the other two cunts in this little group, remember?"
For an instant, Tod didn't know what to say. He didn't quite understand her. Then he remembered: Laura was special. She was different and she was a mistress. He would have to give her wishes as much consideration as he would give to the wishes of Willy or John, the other two masters.
"Okay, okay, Laura," he said placatingly. "Sorry about that."
"That's more like it," she said boldly.
She positioned herself at the foot of the bed, and then, as if on second thought, she pulled her tall, voluptuous body up onto the bed itself. She arranged herself in between Susan's legs, squatting on her haunches so that her own cunt hung out greedily and hungrily.
The pussy flesh dangled over the bed. Tod stared at it, amazed. She had the longest, loosest flaps on her cunt that he had ever seen. The ruffles of her inner cunt lips dangled down a good three inches from the actual mouth of her cunt. Her red pubic hair glowed like a bush fire over the dark dangling flesh of her cunt.
Tod could see Laura's cunt palpitating and quivering from lust and anticipation. She was shaking with a greedy kind of sexual hunger.
Suddenly, without warning, she brought the dildo to Susan's pussy lips and began to stroke them.
When the cool plastic made contact with the burning, searing lips of Susan's cunt, Susan's entire body stiffened convulsively.
"I'm coming," she bellowed. "I'm coming."
"Good," Laura said, "good. Now give it to her with the whip, Tod, make her come more intensely."
For once Tod was relieved to have somebody else giving him orders. It took the burden of responsibility off his shoulders. For the first time since he himself was an initiate, he realized how relaxing it was to be a follower instead of a leader. For a second he felt a pang of regret that those days were over, over forever, and that he had no choice but to accept his destiny as a leader.
Suddenly Laura shoved the cold hard dildo between the fleshy slit of Susan's dark red cunt lips. Susan writhed with pain. For the first time since her pleasurable beating began, she felt a sensation that was more pain than pleasure. Her face turned into a twisted grimace of discomfort. She shuddered in a spasm of agony.
Her cunt lips were maimed much more badly than she realized. Only when the alien body of the dildo began to penetrate her, to push aside those swollen, pain-puffed purses of flesh, did she realize how much, and how badly she was hurting.
She was overcome by a sudden panic, a phenomenon not uncommon to new initiates of S&M who, upon suddenly realizing that some harm is really being done to their bodies, some mark is being made that is irrevocable, have a surging, overwhelming moment of fear and panic.
They realize of course, that they are in it over their heads already, but rather than making them sensibly resign themselves to their fate, and steel themselves for whatever may lie ahead, both in the way of pain and in the way of pleasure, this realization drives them to an even greater panic, so that they begin to thrash and struggle senselessly, madly.
This is a phase that all initiates must go through, Tod realized as he watched the hysterical Susan begin to struggle. Yet, when it is all over, they realize more deeply, more profoundly, just how deep and all-encompassing the meaning of pain and pleasure is.
"Struggle, darling," he whispered to her. "It's good for you."
"No, no," Susan screamed. This time her screams were a bit too loud for comfort. Quickly, with one deft move of his body, Tod managed to cover her mouth so that her scream was stopped half-way, muffled by the brutal pressure of his hand.
Tod made one mistake. He let a part of his hand, the edge of his palm, slip inside of Susan's mouth, right between her teeth. Then he left it there, returning his hungry stare to Laura, and to the pumping dildo in her hand.
"Do it hard, now, Laura," he said, "really ram it into her cunt until she bleeds."
"I would," Laura said, "but I'm afraid she'll start screaming and bring the cops."
"No problem," Tod snapped, "can't you see I've got her mouth covered with my hand?"
Laura's eyes flashed to the large, masculine hand that covered not only Susan's small, soft mouth but most of her face, too. She liked that. She liked the effect of it, covering the face like that, almost completely eradicating the features so that Susan lost all identity, and all humanity. She was, with the loss of her face, transformed into nothing more than a spread-eagled crotch, a gaping cunt, pulsing and palpitating in its greed for satisfaction. That was the way Laura liked her most.
In her mind she still knew, of course, that this was the frail and beautiful Susan she was brutally fucking and abusing, but superficially, Susan was reduced to just another cunt, just another object for Laura's sexual pleasures and sexual needs.
Like all S&M devotees, Laura related to her slave best that way, on a purely flesh level.
"Okay," she said to Tod, "if you've got the mouth covered, I can really let loose, and let 'er rip."
"Right," Tod said tersely. He wished Laura would get on with it. It must have been years since he had seen a dildo rape and he was as eager as a school boy to renew that delightful, invigorating experience.
When Laura finally did locate the slit between the swollen, puffy cunt lips and stab the hard plastic dildo between the maimed flesh, Susan screamed a loud and long cry of anguish. Instantly, Tod stuffed his hand harder against her mouth. He smiled with satisfaction when he heard the muffled scream die down.
But in the next instant, it was he who was screaming. Susan, to brace herself from the pain, had dug her teeth hard into the object between them, which happened to be Tod's hand. She had simply grit her teeth in an automatic response to the pain and the hand was right there.
Tod yelled from the sharp sudden pain. He jerked his hand out of her mouth. Instantly he brought his hand back down, slamming hard against her face.
"You evil cunt," he hissed. "You did that on purpose. How dare you, I'll ... I'll. . . "
He rubbed one hand into another, in a vain effort to rub away the pain.
By now, Susan's face was getting puffy from the impact of his blow. Tod glanced at her and thought idly that she just might get a black eye out of it. Serves her right, he thought bitterly.
Meanwhile, Laura was on the brink of orgasm herself. She completely ignored Tod and the hand-biting incident. Maybe she didn't even notice it. Her panting body, and her spasming hips betrayed her total concentration in the savage dildo-fucking she was giving the young, tender cunt stretched out gaping in front of him.
As the huge head of the plastic prick pushed farther into Susan's cunt, the girl gave a shudder of painful arousal. Now, the plastic prick head was entering the tightly muscled cunt ring. She felt the cold, unyielding plastic, so much harder and so much more brutal than actual human flesh, than an actual human prick, no matter how hard, begin to stretch the muscles of her cunt ring.
"Oh no, no," she moaned, her head rolling from side to side on the mattress. "I can't stand it, I can't."
"You love it, honey," Laura said from between clenched teeth. "You love every minute of it."
"No, no," Susan protested. "Stop it. You'll fuck me up permanently. I'll never be able to have sex again."
"Horseshit, honey. Laura wouldn't hurt you. Laura is a cruel mistress, and a hard mistress, but she wouldn't hurt you."
Tod looked up in amazement as Laura spoke like that about herself, in the third person. He realized that she was talking to Susan as though Susan was a young kid, and she was her mother.
Sick dog, he thought to himself. But never mind, who cares what she says, as long as she gives her a good dildo-fucking and I get to watch it, he thought.
Laura was certainly doing that. Tod was impressed with the skill with which she fucked her. Laura made her clitoris quiver, and her cunt water with lust. She worked the dildo slowly in and out of the girl's gaping cunt, so that its hard plastic surface covered the clitoris, and all parts of the slit.
Laura skillfully brought out the dildo so that only its tip remained lodged inside the girl's aching cunt ring. Then she gave it a few skillful twists which sent surges of exquisite agony racing through Susan's body.
The painful twists of the dildo in her cunt made her spasm with lust, as her brain transformed the pain signals into pleasure signals. The strange transference occurred again and again until Susan was again on the brink of orgasm.
"Oh, I'm going to die," she moaned. "Let me have the whip."
Tod didn't even hear her, he was so engrossed in watching the skillful twists of the dildo Laura was applying to the girl's cunt, and using it to drive her to the screaming, creaming heights of an orgasm.
"The whip," Susan screamed. "I want the whip."
Startled out of his concentration, Tod looked at her face. It was twisted into a sick mask of lust. The eyes were wide open and glazed. Tod stared into them and saw that, even though her eyes were open, Susan was blind, blind with the savagery of masochistic lust at the point of being satisfied.
He knew that that was the time when most ugly and sometimes fatal accidents happen. In the course of an S&M sex act, the masochist turns out to be the more savage of the two. When he or she is on the brink of orgasm, his greed for punishment goes wild and there is no pain, and no discomfort that will be too much. There is no torture that will be excessive.
The masochist has been known, Tod realized, to beg the master and the punisher for new and greater torments. So great and so insatiable is the masochist's lust during that pre-orgasmic spasm, that it is not unknown for him to beg, to plead for death itself.
This begging for punishment, plus the exciting and sexually arousing thrashing and spasming of the tortured body, serves to arouse the master even more. In fact, it sends the master into spasms of lust himself, and unawares, he suddenly begins to take orders from the slave.
Each time the sex and punishment crazed slave screams more, the master responds with more. When the slave, beside himself and on the brink of an ego-obliterating orgasm, gasps harder, the master finds himself giving it to the slave harder, whatever it may be.
If it happens to be a knife, or some other sharp instrument, the master could very easily find himself a master-murderer, with serious consequences resulting for himself. If it happens to be a tightening rope tightening more and more around some crazed masochist's neck, the master again finding himself to be a master-murderer.
Tod wanted to warn Laura of this. He had witnessed such occurrences twice. The master had the consequences to bear, and they were heavy consequences, while the worthless, self-hating slave had exactly what he wanted, free of charge: the endless and eternal nirvana of oblivion, without pain, without responsibility, without obligations.
Masochists were all powerfully death-oriented, Tod knew. They were on a death trip, and the death wish was die most powerful component of their psyches. But they got carried away in their frenzy for self-annihilation, and sometimes they carried the master away with them.
That was what Tod was afraid of. "Go easy on her, Laura. She's crazy now. She'll ask you for anything because she doesn't know what she's saying."
"Yeah, I get the picture," Laura replied. "I can sure see what you're talking about."
"Good," Tod said, relieved to find at least one average intelligence among the new recruits.
"She's a real glutton for punishment, this one," Laura breathed. "Such a sweet young cunt. How ever did you find her?"
"Same way I found you," Tod said, smiling with satisfaction. That was his one great weakness, compliments. He liked Laura better right away.
Laura continued to ram the gigantic plastic dildo into Susan's eager, swollen cunt. The cunt meat throbbed and palpitated in response. Susan was extremely excited, so excited that she couldn't really bear it anymore. She had been on the brink of orgasm for what seemed to be an interminable time, and she was exhausted. Yet the demons of lust would not give her release. They drove her body on mercilessly, making her writhe and shudder in a frozen, yet frenzied state of passion.
She didn't seem to be making any progress towards climax. Laura, who was after all personally interested in her, and interested in her as a woman, wanted her to attain climax, a screaming, creaming totally satisfying climax, and at her hands.
"Give her a little with the whip," she whispered to Tod.
She knew that Susan was so insensible with lust, she would not be able to differentiate between the two forms of stimulation she was getting. Susan was beyond that. She would credit her orgasm entirely to Laura, and would be grateful to Laura.
Tod let the riding crop flick across Susan's huge, melon-like breasts, that were so huge, they still protruded out into the air, despite the fact that she was lying flat on her back, and by all laws of biology, the tits should have been considerably flattened out. But they weren't, and neither were the nipples, which stood out firm and erect, incredibly huge. They, too, throbbed almost imperceptibly with each blow of the crop and with each thrust of the dildo.
"I want to bring her to orgasm," Laura gasped, her own tits heaving with lust, and her incredibly huge cunt meat hanging low over the bed.
"Don't forget, she is merely a slave," Tod said. "Her pleasure comes only from the knowledge that she is able to give you pleasure, and that's all."
"What do you mean?" Laura asked, not pausing for a second in her fast and frantic dildo fucking.
"Don't you understand?" Tod whined with frustration. Oh no, he thought, not another totally ignorant cunt. And I thought she was a little smarter than the others. "Listen," he continued, "don't you even know the name of the game? It's S&M, sadomasochism, involving slaves and masters. S&M, get it? She is the fucking slave. She has no rights, and she has no right to expect any kind of consideration from you. Can't you get that through your head?"
"Sure, sure," Laura said irritably. "But it gives me pleasure to give her pleasure."
"Oh no," Tod moaned. "You're just a regular dyke! You don't understand S&M at all."
"Sure I do," Laura replied. "I'm just doing it my way so it's personalized S&M, made to measure, do you mind?" She glared angrily at Tod.
He continued to whip Susan listlessly. The heart had gone out of it for him. Either these people had to get a lot more S&M sex education from him, or they would all have to go. This, he thought was simply ridiculous.
Suddenly, without warning, a low moan ripped out of Susan's throat. Laura looked at the pain and pleasure twisted face attentively.
"Make me come," Susan moaned. "Please. I can't go on like this anymore. I'm going to faint"
Suddenly, Laura dropped the dildo. She sprang into a new position between Susan's outspread legs, so that her face was right in front of Susan's cunt
Then she opened her mouth over the cunt and began to suck greedily, hungrily, her own body beginning to spasm with arousal. It had been a long time since Laura had the taste of cunt in her mouth, especially the taste of fresh and freshly-whipped young cunt like this.
Laura put all her energy and effort into the sudden new development. She was having a hard time because she couldn't get her mouth or tongue to any of the vital vaginal parts. The outer cunt lips were so brutally swollen, and so welted and rigid from whip blows, that the meat had distended to horrifying proportions, and Laura couldn't penetrate it, or push it aside.
She brought her hand up to the swollen cunt and tried to pry it open, picking apart the swollen, maimed cunt flesh so that her greedy mouth could reach the clitoris or the opening to the actual mouth of her twat.
It was hopeless, Laura knew, but still she sucked and licked and picked feverishly at the gaping, swollen cunt meat.
Suddenly, she heard Tod's voice. "Stop it," he said coldly. "This is not the sort of thing our group had in mind and it's not the sort of thing we will put up with."
"Right," said John, who nonetheless peered over her and over Susan's outspread body curiously.
He had never seen two dykes get it on together, except in pictures and in a movie once. This time, seeing it in real life, it served to stimulate him in some strange, indescribable way. Yet, he felt compelled to agree with Tod, because he sensed that for now, his surest way to establish himself in the group was to play along with Tod, and agree with everything he said.
Willy, who had never seen two lesbians making it before, was fascinated. He stood over the bed at John's side, his jaw hanging loose, and his mouth open with wonder and amazement. An occasional "Shit!" of amazement escaped from his lips.
Despite himself, he agreed with John and said, "Yeah, get those fucking perverts out of the way. It's sick what they're doing, and we don't want no part of it."
Tod's head reeled with anger. Willy was obviously a cretin. He was pointing an accusing finger at the girls, calling them perverts, yet he was totally oblivious to the fact that most of society could and would point the same accusing finger, and throw the same abusive epithet at him.
Yet, Tod restrained himself. It was best to say nothing now and see what happens. If worse came to worse, he could always leave town. Now he was inextricably bound up with these idiots. If he dissolved the group, they would spend the rest of the school year, spreading gossip and revealing the nature of the group to just about anyone who wanted to listen. That was the last thing Tod needed. A scandal in the Herald Computer School, and he would be the center of it.
No, Tod decided, if he dissolved the group, he might as well leave town right then and there, because the story would leak out and he would certainly be expelled, maybe even investigated.
He was dumbfounded. How was it possible, that only a few minutes ago everything seemed to be going so well, and he was so pleased with the developments, and now it was already falling apart right in front of his eyes? He was already making plans on how and when to leave town!
Mercifully, just as John and Willy tore Laura's huge, heavy body away from Susan's dark, swollen cunt, and lifted the girl to the floor, a loud moan of lust ripped out of Susan's throat.
"I'm coming," Susan wailed. Her body stiffened, then began a curious, spastic shuddering. She looked as though she was in her final death throes.
Her chest heaved up convulsively, while her hips simultaneously ground down into the mattress. Then she stretched her legs, pushing them together, and shivered to an incredible, lengthy climax.
Automatically, Tod signalled John and Willy with his hand. They picked up Susan's still bucking body. They grabbed her by her long black hair, and raised her up off the bed.
Before they let her crumple to the floor into a limp mass of flesh, they let her dangle by the hair, at least a foot off the ground.
She began to kick in protest.
"Set her down," Tod ordered, amazed at the strength of the girl. After all the incredible abuse she had passed, she still had enough fight left in her to start kicking. John and Willy had understood his command instantly, wordlessly. He changed his mind again. Maybe they weren't so hopeless after all.
CHAPTER FOUR
They all regrouped in a circle around Tod. Even Susan, who showed signs of extreme exhaustion and weakness, propped up her abused body against an armchair, and listened as Tod began to speak.
"Pehaps you are curious as to how I found you all, and how this group formed," he said.
"Sure we are," Laura said.
"You bet," Willy and John chorused.
Tod smiled with satisfaction. That was what he liked to see: himself, the undisputed master, standing at the center of his followers, explaining the rites of S&M to them, teaching them the secrets of its most secret rites. As he stood for a moment in silence over them, he envisioned the group expanding by its own inertia, until soon, he would have to rent out halls for them to gather in. Better yet, he would organize the financial aspect of the group, and begin to take in "dues from the members, and contributions. Then maybe, they could get him a luxurious penthouse, or why not, a whole townhouse, that would serve as the focus for their sexual activities.
All that was still in the future though. For now, he would simply explain to them how he had gotten the idea to start the group, and how the questionnaires had helped. This story, he thought, would soon become history, passed down by word of mouth from one member to each new member.
"Do you remember those questionnaires Rina handed out only the other day?" Tod asked, smiling triumphantly.
"Sure," said John, "I thought they were pretty weird."
"Yeah," Willy added. "They were like nothing I ever saw written down, and I saw some pretty weird things written down."
Tod looked to Laura. He saw her eyes narrow and squint at him. For a split second, he didn't like the look. There was something funny in it, something unexpected. He thought he saw some kind of hostility there, but he dismissed it, not being able to find a good reason for it. Suddenly, he flashed on a reason: She was still pissed off at him because he had protested her approach to Susan, and had told her in front of all the others, that it was not an S&M approach, or a correct approach. That was it, he thought, that's the reason she's giving me such cold stares.
Tod looked at Rina and Susan. Everything all right there, he thought. They were both staring at him worshipfully. It was pitifully obvious that he could do no wrong in their eyes. He didn't have to worry about them. In fact, he thought, I'll never have to worry about them.
Confidently, he turned his look back to John and Willy. "Anyway," he continued, "the purpose of those questionnaires wasn't revealed to you at the time. You were told that they were for me, a friend of Rina's. You were told that psychology was my hobby, psychology and computers. You were also told that you could help me out, and perhaps learn something about yourselves by filling out the questionnaires."
"Yeah, yeah," said John impatiently. "So what?"
"Well," Tod continued, "that was not precisely the truth, as you may now realize."
"What are you talking about?" John demanded.
"Yeah, what the fuck is going on?" Willy added.
Tod smiled calmly. "Gentlemen, I am in the process of explaining it to you, if you'll only be patient."
John and Willy exchanged glances, but Tod was so immersed in his discourse he missed their glances.
"That questionnaire was much, much more than you were told. It was a means by which I could find out all your secrets, all your innermost desires, without you knowing it, or even suspecting it. The questions were so cunningly composed, and so cunningly arranged, by me, of course, that even the most experienced psychiatrist wouldn't suspect the true purpose behind it."
"What?" Laura shrieked. "That means you tricked us."
Tod frowned impatiently. "No, no, you dumb cunt, it wasn't a trick." He paused thoughtfully, in love with his own idea and the skill with which he had carried it out. "On second thought," he added, "you could, if you wished to do so, call it a trick, but that's not important."
"What the fuck do you mean?" Laura shouted. "You say you tricked us, and then in the same breath, you say it's not important!"
"Yeah," John snarled. Willy nodded in agreement, his face twisted into a surly mask of hostility and discontent.
"Maybe it's not important to you that you tricked us, but it's important to us," Laura continued, in a shrill angry voice. "Never thought of that, did you?"
Tod was dumbfounded. He truly couldn't understand what was going on. There was absolutely nothing wrong with what he did, as he saw it. Who cares how he got his following, as long as he got it, and he was happy, and they were happy. The means were another question entirely, and not a very important one at that. Now, out of nowhere, he had a rebellion on his hands. He didn't know what to do.
"You just want power," John said.
"What?" Tod demanded angrily, his face turning red. But even as he heard the words reverberating inside his head he recognized a certain truth in it. But then he thought, so what, of course I want power, but then again, I deserve power. Who else but me could lead these swine out of their ignorance, and teach them the true delights of S&M, delights they all wanted to know, whether they realized it or not. "Listen," he said angrily, "if it weren't for those questionnaires, not one of you would be here today, not one of you would have found out about your real sexual selves. Why," Tod said, picking up steam as he raced along with his argument, "most of you would probably have lived out the rest of your lives, trapped in hopeless, unhappy marriages, never truly understanding yourselves, never truly realizing the pain and pleasure potential in each one of you."
"He's right," Rina said. "What he is saying is absolutely true. If it weren't for him, none of us would be here, and all of us would be the poorer for it. All of us would have much less self-understanding for it"
"I agree," Susan said quietly, shifting her bruised body slowly and painfully.
Tod looked at the girls gratefully. He hadn't expected support from anyone. Now, the girls were sticking up for him. Then he realized that that in itself was a reflection of his weakness, of his failure to be a true master. He depended on the support of his slaves to hold his own among other masters. He needed the help of these two cunt slaves, or else he would be overwhelmed by the fury of Willy and John and Laura.
But he realized too, he must make the best of the situation, and fast. He could worry about the psychology and the theory behind it later. Right now, it was the practice that mattered. If he didn't win over these ass-holes, he realized, not only would he suffer a humiliating defeat as a master, but he would also find himself at their mercy.
He understood human nature, and he knew only too well that the viciousness of people when they turn on their leader is unparalleled. Look at what they did to Mussolini when they overthrew him, he thought. They worshipped and saluted him by the millions one day, and the next day, they strung him up by the heels in a public square. A shiver of fear ran through his body.
He had to get this trash back under his control, where they belonged, no matter how he did it.
"Well," he said finally, "I hope you all realize the truth in what Susan and Rina said. I have shown you something about yourselves. If I did it in a way which you now find unfair, or unethical, I certainly didn't mean to. I just never saw it from that point of view before. Now, you have enlightened me, and I thank you for it," he said smoothly, bowing ever so slightly to the three rebels.
"Yeah," Willy muttered. "He's got a point. He may be a prick, but he's got a point. Why, I never would of seen the things I seen tonight, if it wasn't for him and his stupid questionnaire."
"That's not the point," Laura insisted.
"Fuck the point," John said. "There is no point. I just want to have a good time whipping cunts and beating the shit out of them, and having a cunt around all the time who will eat out my ass-hole or suck my dick when I tell her too."
"That's right," Tod said encouragingly, even though he despised the thought process, or rather, lack of thought process that was behind John's words. He had been right. Besides himself, and maybe Rina, Laura was the only intelligent creature in the room. But now, he had to turn on her and defeat her, using whatever means were handy, if he intended to keep and sustain his leadership of the group. "Look Laura," he said, a cruel smile twisting his lips, "you're not like the rest of us, and obviously, you are not interested in the same things."
"She's a fucking lesbo!" Willy bellowed. "Yeah," John sneered.
"Right," Tod said. "So, if you don't like what is happening here, perhaps you should leave. After all, it seems that if you don't share our tastes, you will only spoil our fun, and we will spoil yours."
"Oh no you don't," Laura shouted. "It won't be that easy. You can't get rid of me just like that."
"Now, Laura dear, nobody is trying to get rid of you," Tod said smoothly. "I was merely suggesting that you could leave the group, if you don't think you'll be happy here." He didn't want to be too obvious or too fast about it, but he swore to himself right then and there, that he would have her out, and fast. It was either him or Laura. Restating an old cliche, he said to himself, "This group isn't big enough for both of us."
"Oh, I'll be happy here," she said sulkily. But even as she spoke, Tod could see rebellion still brewing in her.
Suddenly, Rina leapt to her feet. She crouched on the floor next to Tod and wound her arms around his legs.
"Don't any of you talk against him like that," she shrieked hysterically. "He's given us so much already, so much of himself, and he will give us even more, if we give him the chance."
"Yes," said Susan, speaking slowly and carefully, as if in a daze. "He has given me everything, my very identity itself. Before tonight, all I knew was hunger, a slow, crazy hunger for something. But I didn't know what it was. I didn't even know it fell within the realm of sexuality. All I knew was that the usual kind of sex didn't satisfy me. It never had satisfied me. I was always still hungry. And he showed me what I was hungry for. Not only that, but he gave me what I was hungry for. He gave me punishment!" she concluded triumphantly.
"And he gave me identity," Rina said. "I never knew who I really was, or what I really was. Now I know. I am a slave, a willing slave to a strong, dominating masculine sexuality. I live only to serve such a man. And Tod," she concluded, "is such a man."
"Shit," Laura said in amazement. She had forgotten about the two cunts, both of them natural slaves. It never occurred to her that they would stick with Tod, that they would have to stick with Tod. Their very nature demanded it. They would betray themselves before they betrayed him. She should have counted on that before she opened her big mouth. If it was just a question of the two men, there would have been no problem. They would have stuck with her, even if she was a dyke. She would have bet her life on that, because she knew that the nature of competition between men was the most important and the fiercest aspect of their psyches. They would turn on another man without hesitation, if they saw an opportunity to crush him, and to thus reassert in their own eyes the power of their pricks.
But she would have to lie low for now, Laura realized. That was the only way she could hope to eventually expose Tod for what he really was, an egomaniacal, self-centered sadist, who could really offer no one anything. He had tricked them all, and was using them all now, just for his own greater glory. They were all too stupid to see that, Laura realized, and the cunts, of course, were only doing what comes naturally.
But never mind, she thought. Every dog has his day.
Rina remained sitting at Tod's feet, her arms still wrapped worshipfully about his legs. Tod let his hand drop to her head. He gave her a short tap on it, and said, "Rina understands this situation. I'm glad to see that. Susan understands it too. Naturally, because they are both slaves. There could never be any disagreement between them and me. But, John and Willy, and you, Laura," he said turning to the tall red-haired dyke, "you are masters like me. It's only natural that we should have disagreements. But these disagreements can be ironed out between us, without any major disruption in the functioning of the group as a whole. We are all equals, as far as I am concerned, that is, all the masters are equals."
"You bet we are," Willy said.
"I wouldn't have it any oilier way," John said.
Tod shuddered with disgust at the thought of sharing his power and position with these two gorillas. But he realized he would have to keep up that pretense, until he had figured out a way to destroy them, or to totally subjugate them. It would not be easy to do. Four masters in one group, thought Tod, that's a hell of a lot of room for personality clashes. Three masters and one mistress, that is, he corrected himself.
"Maybe the answer is more slaves," Tod said. "I don't know. That's something we are going to have to straighten out."
"Right," John said. "We can sit down and talk it over."
Tod was repulsed at the very idea of him, no more and no less, actually sitting down and talking anything over with two cretins the-likes of John and Willy. Laura was the only one whose intelligence he had some respect for, and she was hopeless, because she was against him. Tod was more than smart enough to know that she was only pretending to go along with him, and that she would watch like a hawk for any and every opportunity to put him down and destroy him. He had to pretend, for now, that he wasn't aware of that, that he heard or sensed no more than the obvious.
"Let's have a party now, though," Tod said. "That's the main reason we are here, as a group, so we can party together and satisfy each other."
"I'm for that," Willy said.
"Me too," John added.
Tod knew then that he had done the right thing. They had to be kept amused, like a bunch of children. At the first sign qf betrayal, all he had to do was suggest some whipping and paddling and fucking, then they would all leap right into it eagerly.
"Let's tie up Susan," John suggested.
"What for?" Willy asked.
"I don't know what for, ass-hole," John snapped. "It just seems like the right thing to do."
"Okay," Willy agreed. "Why not?"
Tod sat back and watched. Rina still clung to him, stroking his leg, kissing it, licking it. Her hand began to creep up to his crotch. She was looking for his prick. Tod wasn't sure if it was wise for him to let her find it. Familiarity breeds contempt, he knew. Besides, he hadn't ordered her to stimulate him.
Quickly, he swung his hand down in front of her face, missing her by inches. Incensed at his bad aim, Tod swung his foot hard and gave her a vicious kick in the stomach. She doubled over in agony. "You know why you got that," he snarled. I don't have to tell you. You tell me."
"Because," she gasped, still clutching her stomach, "because I did something you didn't order me to do."
"What was that?" he demanded.
"I wanted to feel you, I wanted to touch your cock, and I wanted to suck it," she confessed. She bowed her head repentantly.
"You evil cunt," he hissed, slapping her across the face. "You dared to try and touch my sacred prick, and even put it inside your diseased mouth, without even asking me permission. You were trying to trick me," he bellowed.
"No, no," Rina said imploringly. "Please don't think that. I thought it might give you pleasure if I blew you, don't you understand that?" The truth was beginning to dawn on her.
Tod had a horrible, crazy fear of letting his prick enter into a woman's body, whether it was inside her cunt or inside her mouth. He thought something hideous would happen to it, who knows what. She realized that he was sick, incredibly sick, beyond even the limits of his sadism.
She swore to herself that sooner or later, she would triumph, she would get him to fuck her no matter what. Or, at least, he would let her blow him. But for now, she had to be content with what he would give her, his punishment. No more and no less.
She huddled at his feet, grateful for even that much.
Meanwhile, Willy and John were tying up Susan's limp body with several lengths of rope. She moaned with anticipation. She struggled, but her struggle was the false struggle of the slave. She knew that it would give them more pleasure, so she made a show of resistance, and of fear.
When they threw her to the side of the room, and left her lying there, hog-tied, she began to whimper with disappointment, but ever the perfect slave, she didn't articulate her needs and desires.
They turned to Rina.
"Hey cunt," John said. "Come here. I want to see how well you suck cock."
"Yeah," Willy laughed evilly. "And I want to see how hard a licking you can take."
Tod laughed. Rina clutched his knees, instinctively clinging to him, and wanting to stay with him. Tod felt the tightening pressure of her arms around his legs, and a surge of rage rising up from his gut. The tightening possessive clutch of Rina's hands reminded him of Alana, and of her crazed obsessive possessiveness. She was the only slave he ever knew who, after a while, began to believe that she owned the master, and not the other way around.
It was her mad possessiveness more than anything else that drove Tod away from her. Alana used to hound him, and follow him. After a while, she insisted on following him all over the house, with manacles on her wrists and ankles.
Now, he detected the same hysterical grasping quality in Rina's arms. He was filled with rage. Never again, he swore to himself.
"Get this cunt away from me," he said to John, roughly pushing Rina and tearing at her arms. She couldn't seem to believe that she was actually being turned over to John and Willy, that they would do whatever they wanted to her, while Tod watched, laughing idly.
She glanced at Tod. The look in her eyes should have warned him that he was pushing away his best supporter in the whole group. But he didn't see that, all he saw was the grasping, possessive reproach in her eyes, and again, he was reminded of Alana.
"What are we going to do with this cunt?" Willy asked John.
"I don't know. Fuck her?"
"Why not?" Willy said. "That's one thing we haven't done so far, actually fuck one of these cunts."
"Yeah," John agreed. "But I want her to suck my dick first."
"Sure," Willy said generously. "Go right ahead."
John grabbed Rina by the hair. "Come here cunt," he snarled. "On your knees."
Rina whimpered with pain as she felt her scalp burning. Her body ached as she was dragged across the floor. Her ass was still raw from the brutal paddling she got from John not one hour ago, and now, she had to go through some form of degradation with him all over again.
She realized as she felt his rough hands manipulate her face to his crotch, that she wanted to be a slave all right, but she didn't want to be a group slave. She wanted to be Tod's slave, and nobody else's. And, she wanted Tod to be her master, but only hers. This group thing was not for her. Only now, did she learn the finer points involved. But it was too late. She would have to go through with the whole degrading, humiliating thing, whether she liked it or not.
She whined as John tightened his grip on her hair. He began to shake her by the hair, until her teeth rattled together. Rina tried to go limp, but that didn't work, because each time he felt her body going lax, he planted a hard, brutal kick in her crotch. After the third stunning blow, Rina realized it was useless to fight him. She got no pleasure out of it, and all she got was brutal, nonsexual punishment.
It was a terrible mauling the-likes of which she had never experienced.
Her pussy ached badly.
She stood stiffly on her knees, and let her body follow each of the rough brutal pushes that John gave it.
Finally, her face was buried in his crotch. Her nostrils tickled from the black, scratchy pubic hair that grew thickly around his cock. Her whole face felt as if it was being rubbed with steel wool. John was grinding every inch of her face into his hairy, rough crotch.
She smelled a dark, musky animal smell emanating from the dark jungle of his matted, come and sweat-stained pubic hairs. Somehow, the smell made her dizzy and nauseous. It was too earthy, too real not to be disgusting. Yet, paradoxically, she found herself sexually aroused by it.
Before she knew it, she was actually sniffing his crotch, inhaling every bit of sweaty man-smell that clung to his razor sharp pubes.
She felt her cunt roiling with lust. It seemed impossible. Only minutes ago, she was horrified and repelled by the very idea of sucking this strange man's dick, and now, she was enjoying every tantalizing moment, each one of which she knew very well would lead to sucking his dick, feeling it being rammed down her throat until she gagged, and swallowed pure come.
Yet, she was enjoying every minute of it. Soon, John instinctively let his hand loosen its grip on her hair and head. His body could feel her resistance slacking. More, it could feel the pleasure and sexual response he was getting from her. More-likely than not, he knew, she would soon greedily take his cock into her hands and put it in her mouth. She would do it without any coercion from him.
Yet, he liked the feeling of force, of rape, of power. Even though it wasn't necessary, and he knew it wasn't, because his body told him so, he grabbed Rina's hair again, this time more powerfully than before.
A whimper of agony ripped out of her mouth. Yet, before her cry of pain had quieted in her mouth, she had gripped his huge, thick long cock.
Even as he was giving her hair brutal and unnecessary tugs, she was stroking his prick more and more eagerly. It was only a matter of minutes before she put it in her mouth and sucked it dry.
He wanted to slow up the process, because he wanted to be the center of attention. He knew there was something to what Laura said about Tod. Tod was a power freak, no doubt about it, and John wasn't going to let him take over. He was keeping his mouth shut for now, waiting until he established himself in the group, before he struck out at Tod, and struck him down.
"Hey, Willy," John said in a voice that already betrayed the extent of his arousal. "Come here, and butt-fuck this cunt while she sucks me off."
"Oh yeah," Willy said gleefully. "Nothing I'd rather do. And here I thought I was going to get left out of the action."
"No way," John said. "We masters have got to stick together, isn't that right, Tod?"
"Sure," Tod replied cautiously. He wondered if he detected a note of sarcasm in John's voice, or if it was just paranoia. 'That's what I said earlier," he added, unnecessarily. He wanted to make sure that neither John nor
Willy thought he was afraid of them, or afraid that his position was in any way threatened.
Willy leapt up to his feet eagerly. "Where's the vaseline?" he demanded.
"In the bathroom," Tod replied. "Right inside the medicine cabinet."
Willy went rushing into the bathroom, almost slipping with eagerness as he rounded the corner.
Meanwhile, John was applying more and more pressure and pulling harder and harder on Rina's hair. Suddenly, he thought a little action with the riding crop might serve to stimulate him more.
"Bring in the crop," he said to Willy.
"Wait a minute," Willy protested. "If I'm going to be butt-fucking this cunt, how the fuck are you going to whip her? I'm going to be in your way, and if you so much as touch me with that whip, even by accident, I'm going to break your balls, hear?"
"Sure, sure," John said. "I mean, I want to give her a few licks before you start butt-fucking her."
"That's different," Willy said. He handed one of the small short riding crops to John. "Let her have it," he said.
"Yeah, you bet," John replied. "You can watch and spread that goo on your cock at the same time. That ought to bring it up soon enough."
"Betcha balls," Willy replied enthusiastically. He clumsily opened the vaseline jar and began smearing the gray greasy goo all over his huge, red cock.
Meanwhile, John's cock had begun jerking with lust. He felt the come churning in his balls, eager for release. He wanted to ram his prick into her mouth now, and shoot his load into her, brutally, quickly, listening with satisfaction as she gagged and choked on the gallons of gism he knew he was capable of producing.
But he knew it was important to make an impression on all the others. He could have a much better chance of fucking over Tod if he showed himself up to be a tough, super-cool, superstud. And that was what he wanted.
He applied a few light flicks of the whip on Rina's back, shuddering with lust each time he heard the sharp stinging leather dig into her smooth, unmarked flesh. He bent over her, just to make sure he was laying his leather blows on a virgin surface. He was! Her back had not been touched-yet.
He felt that to be a sign, a sign that would let him leave his mark on her, where no one else had, not even Tod. And that was what he wanted.
Rina moaned with ecstasy each time she felt the stinging leather sink into her flesh. Her cunt tingled with desire for more and harder blows. She lifted her face off of John's musky, sweat-smelling crotch.
"Give it to me," she begged. "Give it to me harder."
A twisted smile flashed across John's lips. That was what he wanted to hear. "You like the way I do that, huh?"
"Yes," she gasped. "It feels better than anything else I ever felt in my life."
John was tempted to ask her if it felt better than the punishment dealt out by Tod, but he choked the question back in his mouth. That would be an open challenge to Tod. And, he knew, it was too early for that. His own position wasn't strong enough yet. He couldn't afford to try anything with Tod.
"You're a good slave, Rina," John said. "I never had a good slave before in my life. I never had a slave at all, but you're real good."
'Thank you, thank you, I will do anything to please you," Rina gasped, "anything, just tell me."
"Suck my cock," John said immediately.
Rina bowed her head back into his crotch. She gently picked up the huge, long prick in her right hand. She worked up a big wad of spit in her mouth, and then flicked her saliva-coated tongue out 'over his throbbing glans.
When he felt her tongue, warm and wet as it was, dip into the tiny prickhole at the head of his glans, John shuddered with irrepressible lust.
Suddenly, instinctively, he raised his whip hand high over his head. He let the thin leather strap whistle through the air, and land, hot and hard, on Rina's naked back. When she felt the hot leather biting into her flesh, she shuddered with arousal. A groan of pleasure ripped out of her mouth. But she didn't stop her slow, careful cock-sucking for one moment.
Her skilled, eager tongue ran all over the huge, throbbing glans, so distended now with lust that the thin skin covering it was stretched drum-tight. Each time the crop cracked through the air, and slammed into, her back, it only increased the pace and frenzy of her lust.
She felt her cunt boiling with eagerness. There was something she wanted, but she didn't quite know what. Suddenly, without warning, she felt Willy closing in on her from the back. John's whip stopped slamming into her. She heard it drop to the floor at her side. Still, she didn't regret the sudden cessation of punishment. The few blows she got at John's hand were enough to arouse her sexually, and the smell of his crotch did the rest.
Eagerly, she brought her hands around his hips, reaching for the deep, slick crevice that separated his ass cheeks. She found it, then ran her hands up and down it, until she located the tight little ass-hole quivering at its bottom.
Quickly, she brought her fingers back to her mouth, and stuck them in, coating them with a layer of saliva. John realized what she was trying to do.
"Hey Willy," he said, his voice sharp and rasping from the force of his lust. "Let this cunt stick her hands into the vaseline jar."
Willy brought the vaseline jar to Rina's side.
Wordlessly, and still keeping John's huge throbbing cock in her mouth, Rina dipped her fingers into the gooey gray vaseline. Then she returned them to the tight, puckered little ass-hole that lay between John's ass cheeks.
Suddenly, she felt a hard, shoving push from the rear. It was Willy, slamming his massive brutish body against hers. His prick jabbed at her buttocks, trying for her ass-hole but missing each time. When she realized what he was trying to do, she wriggled her ass towards him, making it jut up more.
Willy took his massive prick in his hand and ran its head up and down the narrow, delicate crevice separating her ass cheeks. Finally, the sensitive head of his prick felt the smooth puckered little surface of her ass-hole. He gasped with eager, hungry lust as he felt the opening his prick had been hungering for for the last half hour.
He grabbed Rina's hips, and pulled them back towards him. His prickhead was safely lodged into the ass-hole, so all he had to do was give one mighty forward jerk of his hips and send his huge thick cock rushing into her tiny tight ass-hole.
He moved forward a few inches on his knees, not wanting to have to pull Rina so far back that she couldn't reach John's prick and give it a good hard sucking while she was simultaneously getting butt-fucked by him.
He knew this was a threesome, and it was entirely new to him. He didn't want to fuck it up, because, like John, he was well aware of Tod's power techniques. He didn't want to say anything yet, but he was determined that he would not be dominated by another man. They could share the leadership of the group, but he doubted that would work. Tod was not the kind of person who shared anything with anybody. He would have to be destroyed. And the way he would be destroyed would be through cooperation. That was why Willy wanted this first three-way S&M fuck he was involved with to work to perfection. He wanted to make an impression on the other two participants, John and Rina, and he wanted to make an impression on the watchers, Susan and Laura. If they worked well together, eliminating Tod would be quick work, and easy work.
This time, he grabbed John's legs, effectively squeezing Rina between his body and John's. She squealed with pain at first, but then, predictably, the squeals of pain turned into squeals of pleasure. Now, Willy knew he could safely ram his cock as deep and as hard into Rina's ass as he wanted to, and she couldn't jerk free, because of the position he had her in.
When he gave his hips the powerful forward jerk that sent his massive, thick cock lunging into her ass-hole, he heard a loud, piercing scream rip out of her lips. She began to shudder and struggle convulsively. Her mouth opened wider and wider, sending a series of short sharp shrieks piercing the air.
Naturally, John's huge cock had fallen out of her mouth at the first shrill scream of agony that had ripped out of her lips. John stood there, immobile, watching Willy ramming his cock into the frantic, struggling girl's ass-hole.
John was ready, and more than ready to shoot his load, but somehow, he didn't want to keep his cock in her mouth when she was crazed with pain and pleasure like this. Who knows, he thought, in a crazy moment of lust, she might squeeze her teeth together and his prick might be right in there between them. He shuddered to even think of it.
Never mind, he finally decided. I'll let Willy have her this time, and with no hard feelings, either. There's plenty of time for me to get my cock sucked.
He stepped away from the pair, who were locked in the crazed S&M embrace. He wanted to participate in some way, to make it a three-way thing and demonstrate the degree of solidarity he wanted to exist between Willy and Rina and him, solidarity which would unify them against Tod, and help them topple Tod from his unfairly gained position of power.
He remembered suddenly how much Rina liked the whip. He picked up the riding crop he had let fall to the ground only minutes before. He took a few steps back from Rina. The entire front of her body was exposed to him, and to the blows of his whip. She stood straining up on her knees, her arms bent backwards grasping Willy's hips. Willy, also in a kneeling position, had his thighs opened wide, and pinched tightly around her hips.
His hips were pumping slowly but surely into her ass-hole. As Rina returned his thrusts in reverse, her face twisted into a grimace of incredible pain. With relish, John let his upraised whip slash into her body, right between her huge, quivering tits. As the whip, like a short, angry little snake, slid between the tits and down over her belly, he saw the angry red track of its leather tattooed on the milk-white skin of her body.
The sight of that marked, marred skin excited him. He felt his prick thicken and lengthen with lust again, even though it had grown limp when Rina had to drop it from her sucking mouth. John realized, to his delight, that he could get a hard-on, and a really hard hard-on, without any stimulation from another person, and without any stimulation from himself.
Just whipping Rina, and watching her writhing, roiling body respond to his brutal punishment, while she was simultaneously being butt-fucked by Willy, was sufficient to make his cock big and jerking with lust.
As he laid more and more whip blows on her marked body, he wondered if he could actually bring himself to an orgasm just by whipping the girl. That would be strange, he thought, and wonderful. It would prove his own virility to himself, and to everybody. He must be very virile, he thought, if he could get a monstrous hard-on like that, without so much as touching himself, or being touched by a woman.
As he continued laying more and more whip blows on the girl's helpless naked body, he saw his prick growing and thickening. Suddenly, he knew it was going to happen. He knew he would see his prick exploding for the first time, exploding with the full force of his savage, sadistic lust, and squirting his semen freely, crazily over Rina, over Willy, over all the room. He would actually see the monstrous, snake-like prick take on a life of its own, and jerk its way to climax, after striking out again and again, and spewing out its hot, gushing seed.
Suddenly, as he was about to lay another whip blow crisscross over Rina's breasts and belly, he saw the trickle of rich red blood oozing down her thigh and onto the floor.
Her ass-hole was bleeding from Willy's powerful, pushing prick. It must have stretched the skin so hard and so fast, that it burst and split. He had caught a glimpse of Willy's prick, and he suspected that almost any girl would have trouble taking in that massive, monstrous dong, especially a girl who didn't seem to have much of a past interest in analism. If there was one thing John knew, it was that ass-holes had to be stretched, slowly and painfully. Only then, after a very gradual stretching and breaking in process, could any human ass-hole, male or female, take in the full length and thickness of a male sex organ.
Naturally, Rina didn't have that kind of gradual stretching to break her in, and naturally, she was now bleeding like a stuck pig. The little trickle of blood increased into a flow and soon there was a puddle of bright red blood around Rina's knees, her own blood. What would her reaction be, John wondered, if she suddenly looked down, and saw all that blood swishing around her knees, and realized that it was hers, flowing out of her own ass-hole.
"Rina," he said suddenly, "Look it the floor."
Rina opened her eyes wide. She looked straight at John, then she slowly bent her head over her chest to look at the floor. Suddenly, her mouth opened wide. Her face twisted into a mask of horror and disgust. John thought she was going to scream. Automatically, he braced himself for the sound of a loud, piercing female scream, a sound he hated, yet loved at the same time.
He stared at her. Rina's mouth remained open, just as open as it had been before, but no sound emerged. Instead, a sudden, surprising fountain of brownish yellow vomit gushed out of her mouth.
As it splashed on the floor and mixed with the blood already on the floor, the moment that John had been anticipating occurred.
Suddenly, his prick stiffened convulsively. His balls churned crazily. John recognized that inimitable, unmistakable moment before orgasm just as he saw his cock jerk forward into the empty air, and push forth a spewing surge of pus-yellow gism. As the come shot through the hot sexy air, the prick jerked convulsively, bringing more and more gism out of the balls, along the length of the stalk, and finally, surging through the prickhead and gushing out of the tiny ejaculatory hole.
The hot, steaming come sprayed all over Rina's welt-marked body. It splashed over her face, and it even reached Willy, splattering itself on top of his blonde hair. Then, a final convulsive jerk of his snake-like prick sent a hot shot of the yellowish stuff right into the middle of the pile of blood and vomit on the floor at Rina's knees.
John watched spellbound, as his prick went through all the motions of copulation and orgasmic climax, totally by itself, and without any direct stimulation from either himself or from any other person. He couldn't believe it could happen, but it did, right before his very eyes and in front of several witnesses.
Never having been involved in S&M before, John thought he had done a strange and marvelous and unusual thing. He was not familiar with the phenomenon of spontaneous ejaculation in the waking state. He didn't know yet, that the force of his sadistic savagery had so penetrated his sexuality, that all he needed, naturally, to come to orgasm, was to witness a scene of sadism.
This new bit of information struck him as nothing short of miraculous. He felt a surge of confidence in himself, and in his virility. With a cock like that, he thought, he could take on the world, and certainly another average ass-hole like Tod. He determined to challenge Tod's position of leadership in the S&M clique right then and there.
But he had forgotten one thing. Willy was still pounding a hungry, greedy prick into Rina's maimed and bloody ass-hole. Even though the girl was practically limp with weakness, having just puked out all her insides, not to mention having just submitted, for the first time, to all manner of sexual abuse, Willy managed to hold her up.
His powerful farmer's hands were gripped tightly under Rina's gigantic, melon-like tits. So, even though her head slumped forward in a dead faint, and her shoulders sloped weakly, the trunk of her body was still in position, that is, it was still in a favorable butt-fucking position in relation to Willy's.
John was amused at Willy's sexual stamina. He wasn't going to let a little thing like bleeding, puking, and an unconscious girl stand in the way of his sexual satisfaction, no sir! John watched with satisfaction as Willy continued to pump into the girl, his own hips working furiously.
Suddenly, John recognized the problem:
Willy had the top part of the unconscious girl's body pinned tightly to him, but the important part, the bottom part, swung loose and wasn't pressed tightly enough against Willy's groin to allow for maximum penetration of the ass-hole by his cock.
"Willy," John called, "Lay the cunt stomach down on the floor. That way you can press her whole body against the floor."
"What?" Willy mumbled, opening his lust-glazed eyes.
"Sure," John said, "that way, the floor would be a brace for the whole body, see?"
"Yeah," Willy mumbled briefly. He clumsily lowered Rina's unconscious body to the floor. Rina sank into the huge puddle of blood puke and come lying on the floor in front of her. As her tits and crotch and face splashed down into the puddle of muck, she splattered it with the pressure of her weight. Willy, in his excitement, had let her drop just a bit too quickly.
Now, little drops of blood and puke and come splattered all over the room, hitting Tod and Susan, and Laura and John.
John even got a few drops on his face. Greedily, he let his tongue flick out to lick up all the bizarre mixed drops of fluid spattered on his face. When he tasted the weird combination of his own come, and Rina's blood and puke on his tongue, his cock began to stiffen again with arousal.
He recognized the strangeness of the situation for the first time. Here he was, an average American boy until a few hours ago, suddenly feeding upon sadism and savagery, and sucking puke and blood and come into his mouth. He enjoyed the feeling of strangeness, of differentness that gave him. He felt special, and somehow, better than people who could only enjoy the more conventional forms of sexual intercourse.
He was determined to get involved in it as deeply as possible, as deeply as he could. He had to learn about it, and teach Willy and Laura and all the others as much about it as possible. But first, he swore to himself, he would destroy Tod. At first, he only wanted Tod out, he wanted to eliminate him from the group. But once he tasted the savage satisfaction of S&M, once he had the taste of blood, a female slave's blood, on his tongue, all his secret and hidden longings came out. His lust to conquer, and destroy burned and raged in him, not only on a sexual level, but on all other levels.
He watched impatiently as Willy pounded his prick into the prone body of the female slave. He would climax soon, John realized. He couldn't miss. Rina's stretched ass-hole offered him no resistance, that is, no unfavorable resistance. The blood, combined with the vaseline, made for the best possible lubrication. And to top it off, Willy had been pumping and pushing for a half hour now. If he couldn't shoot his load after a half hour, John would begin to have serious doubts about him.
Suddenly, a low moan ripped out of Willy's throat. His body stiffened. Finally, his aroused prick gave a great spastic jerk which sent his sperm exploding out of his balls, shooting the length of his stalk, and spewing out into the dead-end receptacle of the unconscious girl's ass-hole.
Now, his come too, mixed and mingled with the stinking puddle of human fluids on the floor.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day, John and Willy met in the cafeteria of the Herald Computer School. They both looked wan and wasted from the extravagant orgies of the night before.
They were in a better position than the female slaves, Susan and Rina, who had numerous welts and bruises to disguise. Rina, in fact, had not come to the school today at all. A quick phone call assured John that she was alive and well, however. When he spoke to her she seemed surprised he had called. She had assumed that it was Tod's place to call her, since he was the leader of the group. The fact that John did on his own initiative seemed somehow wrong to her.
"She smelled a rat," John said to Willy. "But never mind. As long as I actually did call her, I've already planted the right idea in her mind, even if she didn't react in quite the way I had hoped."
"Yeah, sure," Willy agreed. "After all, this isn't going to be easy. You've got to remember, that cock did start the whole thing. It was all his idea."
"Besides, he knows a lot more about S&M than we do," John added.
"You bet," said Willy, "but not for long. We're taking over, John, you can be sure of that. Now, it's just a matter of time."
"And a matter of getting those two dumb cunts, Susan and Rina, on our side and against Tod," John added glumly. "That's going to be the hardest part, believe you me."
"Oh, I don't know," Willy said. "Rina seemed to enjoy sucking your cock well enough. If you made any kind of an impression, that's a mark for our side."
"No, Rina's really involved with Tod. I can tell just by the way she looks at him. And so is Susan," John said.
"Well, the way you talk, the simplest thing to do would be to break Tod's arms and legs, something like that to put him out of commission," Willy said.
"No, we can't have any heavy shit like that," John said impatiently.
Suddenly, Rina appeared at their side. Both of them quickly stopped talking, and looked up at her. It was obvious to Rina that whatever they were saying was something they didn't want her to hear. Instinctively, she knew what it was. They were talking about the group, scheming about how to get rid of Tod.
Rina put a pleasant smile on her face and sat down with them. She intended to get in on their plot, and pretend to agree with them. Then, when she knew everything, she could go to Tod with the story. He would be pleased with her, very pleased. He might even gain some respect for her. Rina's eyes shone at the thought of pleasing him, and at the thought of becoming more important in his estimation.
"What's happening, boys?" she asked innocently.
"Nothing much," John replied cautiously. He just didn't trust that girl. He felt Willy give him a little kick under the table, as if to say, "Watch this!"
Oh no, John thought, the ass-hole is going to tell Rina everything!
He was right. The first thing Willy said alone was enough to damn them and the group. "I don't like the way Tod is running our group," he said.
"Well," Willy began, but suddenly he winced with pain. John had hit him hard under the table. Willy turned to him, saying, "Hey mother-fucker, what the fuck are you kicking me for, what's the matter? I trust Rina here, and I think I can tell her everything."
"Everything," Rina murmured, smiling pleasantly at Willy.
He fell for it. "Yeah, everything," he repeated. "We're sick of Tod, and the way he is on such a huge power kick. He's using us all, for scenery, for ornaments. We give him the following he needs for his ego, and that's all. He doesn't really consider us people. He doesn't give a shit about us."
"What are you going to do about it?" Rina asked.
"I don't know yet, that is," Willy said, "we don't know yet. John and I are sitting here, waiting for Laura so we can all decide on a plan of action."
"Oh, Laura is involved too," Rina murmured. "How interesting."
"You bet," Willy said, slapping the table with his hand. "And we want you involved too, and Susan. We want to get the whole group together, but this time, without Tod. Who needs that cocksucker, anyway?"
Rina looked down at the tabletop. She seemed to be thinking. Willy said nothing more, wanting to give her a chance to think it over.
But she was not thinking it over. There was no possibility of her joining the rebellion against Tod, even if it ever happened, even if everyone else in the group was in on it. She was thinking about the last sentence Willy threw out, so carelessly, so indifferently. "Who needs Tod," she repeated to herself bitterly. Already, she knew the answer. She was the one who needed him. She was the one who would stick by him, even if all the others turned on him. There was nothing in the world that would make her change her mind about that.
Rina knew that she was hopelessly in love with him. She knew it, and she was afraid. She sensed the possessiveness inherent in female sexuality take a hold of her. She wanted Tod, no matter what. She wanted him at any price, and she was willing to do anything, anything at all to keep him satisfied. He wanted much more. He wanted a group like the one they already had going. That would keep him happy and sexually satisfied. And as long as he was happy, she would have a place in his life.
Rina knew that she must tell Tod about the dissenters' plot, and that she must do everything necessary to make it fail.
She turned towards Willy. "I'll have to think about making that kind of decision in a few minutes."
"Sure, sure, take your time," Willy said expansively. "Let us know later on today, because by then, we will have it all organized. We will have a plan."
"Sure," Rina said, getting up from the table.
"I have to go to a class now."
"See you later," Willy said. "And make sure you think about it."
As Rina walked away, Willy turned to John with a triumphant smile. When he saw the look on John's face, his smile faded into a look of confusion. "What the fuck is the matter with you?" he demanded. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You just blew the whole thing," John said. 'The whole thing."
"What are you talking about?" Willy demanded angrily.
'Telling Rina, that was a big mistake," John said.
"No, it wasn't. Didn't you hear her say she would think about it. I just planted the right kind of seed in her mind. You ll see, by this afternoon, she'll be on our side."
"Oh, you ass-hole," John groaned. "She was lying. She was lying, couldn't you tell? She's probably looking for Tod this very minute, and telling him about the plan."
"You're full of shit, John," Willy said. Nevertheless, a look of doubt shadowed his face.
Meanwhile, Rina was rushing down the halls, trying to get to class.
It might even bring him closer to me, she thought to herself, if I told him. Whatever it does, it will show him the extent of my loyalty.
She pondered the point as she went on her way to class.
She saw him stepping out of a classroom. His tall blonde figure made her heart leap. She rushed to him, and clutched his arm.
'Tod," she gasped, "they're planning against you, all kinds of things."
"Slow down," he said. "And calm down, too."
He put his hand on her shoulder. Rina quivered beneath his touch. Her cunt response was immediate and instantaneous. She felt herself trembling with desire for that one touch. She felt her cunt gaping and hot with lust. Her eyes shone.
'They want to take over, they want to destroy you," she gasped, still excited. His touch, intended to calm her down, served only to arouse her even more.
"Who does?" he asked calmly.
"Willy and John, and they're getting Laura in on it too," she said.
"Oh, the group," he said nonchalantly, as if only now remembering that it existed. 'That's what you're talking about For a while there, I wasn't sure."
Rina was dumbfounded. Of course she was talking about the group. What else could she be talking about? What else was there, she thought. Obviously, there were other things, at least for Tod. That realization hurt her immensely, but she swallowed hard, and went on.
'They have a plot to overthrow you, to kick you out of the group entirely," she whined.
"Oh," Tod said, "and what's the plot?"
"I don't know," Rina said.
"Well, that's a big help," he retorted sarcastically.
"I mean, they haven't made up one yet, a plan I mean."
"Well," Tod laughed, "if they don't even have a plan, then there's nothing to talk about. How can you come running hysterically to me about a plot, when there isn't even one?"
"No, no," Rina insisted. "There will be one though, don't you see!" She couldn't understand his indifference. She was angry about it. Here she had come running to him with what she thought was important news, very important news, and he was scoffing, dismissing it just like that.
"Well then, well worry about that when it happens."
"But it might happen any minute. In fact, it's sure to happen tonight."
"Well then, we'll be prepared for it," he said. "But I'm always prepared for anything, anyway. You didn't even have to tell me all this, and when it actually happened, I still would have been prepared for it."
Rina was angry. So, her piece of information was totally useless to him. She had been expecting at least a word of thanks, or praise for her loyalty, but now, nothing. The way Tod told it, she didn't even have to say anything. He didn't need her information. And by deduction, he didn't need her.
"Well, anyway," she said quietly, "I thought I should tell you."
"Yes, yes," he muttered, already distracted and disinterested. "Now, why don't you just run along and I'll see you tonight."
"Sure," Rina muttered. As she turned to go, he stopped her.
"One more thing," he said. "Tonight, be extra nice to Willy and John and Laura. Do you know what I mean?"
"No," she replied.
"I mean, let them do whatever they want with you. Better yet, take the initiative. Seduce them. Make them feel so good they won't want to move, much less make any changes in the group structure, shall we say. And tell Susan to do the same thing." With that, he turned and sauntered down the hall.
As Rina's eyes watched his retreating figure, she was suddenly overwhelmed by the extent of his cunning. She realized that he wasn't really taking her news all that well, or all that calmly. He was probably really pissed off and scared inside. But he didn't want to show that to anyone, not even to her. He wanted to handle it his way.
She was torn between admiring him for his calmness and self-control, and hating him because he wouldn't trust her enough and had to keep a front up, even for her benefit. She wanted it different, but that's the way it had to be. Smiling to herself, Rina walked down the hall in the opposite direction, this time, looking for Susan.
That night, Rina and Susan exchanged meaningful glances and tried to catch Tod's eyes. But he ignored them completely, sitting on his armchair, and seemingly engrossed in a drink.
They were the first ones to arrive, naturally. They had already taken their clothes off, according to the prescribed rules, and lounged about, waiting for Willy and John and Laura. Rina continuously glanced at Tod, but he avoided her eyes.
He only said one thing when she and Susan walked in the door, and that was a brief command, telling them both not to talk to him. He was upset, Rina thought. He must be, and he's afraid it will show if he talks.
Willy and John and Laura walked in together. They looked around suspiciously. Rina and Susan both gave them wide, friendly smiles. They were immediately reassured. Only John still seemed suspicious. The friendliness of the two girls only served to make him more suspicious. Rina realized that she would have to work extra hard, and be extra nice to John to appease his suspicions, and to lull him into a false sense of security.
When he had gotten all his clothes off, she walked up to him. Her hand reached over to his limp cock. She ran her fingertips lightly over the tiny, shriveled tool. It grew beneath her touch, lengthening and thickening slowly.
Suddenly, she fell to her knees in front of him. She brought her lips close to the cock. Her tongue flicked out again and again, licking the limp dick, squeezing it, moving wetly over the entire surface of the glans.
Soon, she could see the results. The prick jerked up to a powerful erection, so long that the glans reached above the bellybutton and scraped the tender belly flesh. She could see a tiny drool of pre-come lubricant ooze out of the ejaculatory hole. That was what she wanted to see. She looked up at John.
Already, he was lost in lust. His eyes were tightly shut, and his head was thrown back in the throes of arousal. Rina smiled to herself. She was doing a good job, that much was certain.
She turned for a second to check up on Susan. She saw the frail dark-haired young girl kneeling on the floor in front of Laura, in much the same position that she had in front of John. Except, Susan didn't have a dick to suck, she had a cunt. Her neck was twisted uncomfortably as she pushed her face high and deep between Laura's thighs, trying to reach the rich, meaty cuntflesh that hung down from between her pussy flaps.
Rina turned gratefully back to John's cock. She definitely preferred cock to cunt, and it was much much easier, more pleasant even, to have to seduce John. Having to eat out Laura's cunt might have proved to be a bit more than she could swallow.
She caught John's huge cock in her mouth again. Skillfully, she sucked it in, and let it slip out again, far out until only the glans was still left between her lips. She heard John moan with arousal. She was doing well. Even as the huge, thick dick was slamming hard into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat brutally, Rina was thinking about Tod. Was he watching, she wondered. Could he see how well she was doing, how John was already set to come, as a result of her skill. She desperately wanted to turn around, and see if Tod was watching, but she didn't dare. It might arouse John's suspicions if Rina was constantly looking at Tod. He might realize that this was all one part of a counterplot. Besides, she couldn't possibly take John's prick out of her mouth now. It wouldn't be fair. He was really ready to come.
She felt the smell of sweat and sex rising up out of his shaggy pubic mat again. She sniffed it, thinking again to herself what a strange and pleasant smell it was. She was sorry he was on the wrong side. She liked him, but her loyalty to Tod was based on more than simple liking. It was rooted in her masochistic, self-annihilating fantasies, so it was more in the nature of an obsession. Rina knew she would never let go of Tod, not unless he kicked her away, and still, she would come back, crawl back. She had to be kicked away many times, she realized, before she finally gave up.
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted. A squeal of pain ripped out of her mouth as
John roughly grabbed a thick hank of her hair. He brutally shoved her head farther into his crotch, so that his immense prick stabbed even deeper into her throat. Rina couldn't stand it. Desperately, she tried to breathe through her nostrils. That worked for a while, because she could suck in enough breath to keep her lungs filled, shallowly filled, but filled nonetheless.
Soon, she wasn't worrying about breathing. John was a natural master, and even without whips, or any of the other classic instruments of S&M sex, he was able to manipulate her effortlessly, almost without moving.
All he did was hold onto her hair, and give it a sharp, short tug every once in a while. That was all. But Rina felt more subjugated, more slave-like from that one cold cruel pull of his hand than she would have from a dozen varied and sophisticated instruments of torture. She realized his skill, and his instinctive feel for mastery. She realized, too, that he was considerably more arousing and pleasing a master than Tod was. But still, her warped emotions had hooked onto the image of Tod, and she had to remain loyal to him. If she abandoned him, that would mean that her emotions would fall into discredit in her own eyes. Then, she wouldn't know what to feel. She wouldn't know what to do. She wouldn't be able to trust herself to living from day to day.
So she let the delicious, ego-obliterating feeling of total subjugation flood her body and her mind. She wallowed in the fact and feeling of her slavery and subjugation. But she was relaxed and easy, because she knew that no matter how much pleasure John, or any other man could give her, she would always belong to Tod. That was the one fixed, safe reference point to which she always returned.
So, Rina sucked John's cock with eagerness. She took it all in, from the tip of the glans to the hairy root rising up out of the odorous, pungent pubic thatch. She felt him respond to her unqualified, hungry mouth. His hips began to slam into her harder and faster. She could feel the spastic jerking of his cock, as it took on a life of its own.
Suddenly, he released her head. His hands fell on her soft, naked shoulders. He grabbed them, curling his fingers into the flesh so that the fingernails dug cruelly into her. This was a new and painful sensation for Rina. Never before had a man actually clawed her the way John was clawing her now.
He lifted his hands off the flesh, and bending down slightly, sank them into her back. With the fingernails still sunk deep into the soft, yielding flesh, John dragged his hands up fast and hard, leaving trails of angry red welts running the length of her back and up to her shoulders.
She moaned with pain. Somehow, this crazed clawing was more painful, and more unpleasant than any whip. It hurt, but it failed to hurt in a sexual way. Paradoxically, Rina found herself getting cold. The once eager mouth went slack. The tongue, seconds before, busy among all the blood-engorged veins of John's prick, tucked itself at the bottom of Rina's mouth, and lay there, immobile.
John was driven to a rage of stimulation. That was why he began to claw Rina's back. She too was incredibly excited. Now, all of a sudden, she stopped the hungry, eager sucking motion of her mouth, and her tongue lay limp and indifferent to him.
John, who had been on the very brink of orgasm, felt her sudden lack of response like a wet, cold rag thrown over him.
His gigantic erection, which had been ripe to shoot its load, began to wither. He was furious, and disappointed. His balls ached painfully, sending shots of discomfort up to his brain, and making him see angry, hot red flashes.
"You fucking cunt," he bellowed. His hands formed into fists, and he began slamming at Rina's head with them. Instantly, she let the withering prick slip out of her mouth. She crumpled to the floor, doubling up to protect the tender front part of her body. She brought her arms up around her head, trying to shield it from the rain of kicks and blows that John was inflicting on her.
"Wait just a minute," Tod interrupted. "Remember, the slaves are property, John, and if you abuse them, you are abusing your own property."
"Shut up, cocksucker," John hissed. He turned back to Rina, and gave her several fast hard kicks in the ass. Her body literally bounced along the floor, as the power behind his kicks sent her sliding away from him, and towards the bed.
Tod became seriously concerned. He didn't want Rina to get hurt badly now, when he most needed hers and Susan's cooperation to foil the plot.
"I'm warning you," Tod snarled, "stop it, John, or I'll have to take measures."
"Measures, my ass!" John shouted. "Is that supposed to be some kind of half-assed threat or something?"
"I wouldn't call it that," Tod said, realizing immediately that he had gone too far. "We must stay disciplined and organized within ourselves, that's all I'm trying to say."
Rina looked up anxiously. John had forgotten all about her in his rage against Tod. The two men were facing each other menacingly, their fists clenching and unclenching. She sensed that it could break out into a fist fight or worse any second. Yet, she was immobilized. She couldn't think of anything to do, and even if she could, the shooting pains that were racking her body from John's brutal kicks kept her huddled to the floor.
Suddenly, without warning, the sound of a whip cracked through the air. In a second, Tod was twirling around in agony, his hands flailing backwards. He had just felt the hard, brutal sting of a whip slashing across his back. The pain was so incredibly fierce, that he saw red spots in front of his eyes. His mouth opened in pain and protest, but the searing, burning agony across his back so blocked his other reactions that he could neither speak nor scream.
A low evil laugh echoed through the room. Rina looked towards its source. She saw Laura, her hands on her hips, and her legs spread in a wide, masculine stance, holding the long thick black bullwhip in her hands. It was obvious that she was the one who had wielded the whip, yet Rina couldn't seem to believe her eyes. Never did she expect to see Tod, her master, jumping up and down on the floor, whimpering and screaming in pain from the brutal bite of Laura's whip. She fully expected the sky to open, and a thunderbolt to strike down the offender.
Suddenly, she heard the whip cracking through the air again. This time, its long, wicked tongue caught Tod across the chest and belly, biting a little into the top of his pubic thatch.
Tod fell into a state of hysteria. White foaming bubbles of madness formed at both sides of his mouth. His eyes dilated incredibly, until the blue of the iris had almost disappeared completely, swallowed up by the blackness of the dilation.
He seemed completely lost, completely unable to cope with the situation. Rina was stunned. After she had idolized him, worshipped him, to see him in this pitiful state of confusion was too much. Groaning with horror, she covered her face with her hands, and let her body sink closer down to the floor. There was nothing left, she felt. Nothing.
Laura's loud, shrill laugh filled the room. "How does it feel?" she asked sarcastically. "How does it feel, huh?"
Of course, Tod didn't reply. He was still staring madly around him, and feeling the thick red welts that were beginning to rise up on his chest and belly. He reached for his back, but couldn't make it.
A deadly silence fell over the room. John and Willy stood stiff as statues, watching Tod like hawks. They were waiting for his next move now, waiting eagerly for the right moment to fall upon him, and deal the final murderous blow. Laura hadn't moved since her first whip blow had stunned the whole room into silence. Susan sat crouched in a corner, her eyes wide with fear.
The tension in the room was electric. Rina uncovered her face, and quickly studied the faces in the room, and the postures. There was still a chance for Tod to save himself, and to salvage a bit of his position within the group. But he had to make a move, the right move, and fast. Rina looked at him imploringly, sending him psychic messages, begging him to do something, say something.
But his eyes were still dilated from shock.
His hands tenderly, gingerly, ran over the thick diagonal welt marking his belly. He still couldn't seem to believe what had happened. The sudden, surprising pain had been incredible.
Tod had never been struck, never in his life. He had been brought up with a silver spoon in his mouth, a loving mother, and four loving sisters. Never in his whole experience had anyone consciously, willingly inflicted pain on him. Now that it finally happened, he couldn't believe it. It was the most degrading, disgusting, and physically agonizing feeling he had ever experienced.
As he stood there, stunned by the blows and completely oblivious to the other group members, who were waiting for some reaction from him, Tod remembered all the times he had whipped girls, his slaves. He thought of all the countless lashes, cruel biting lashes, he had laid on the naked, vulnerable bodies of his slaves. He remembered that he had put all of his strength, and all of his concentration, behind each whip blow. Had they stung and hurt" as much as Laura's two welts did? It didn't seem possible. How could anyone bear such pain, and such humiliation?
Granted, all those girls he had whipped were slaves, and had the mentality of slaves. But they had the same flesh, the same kind of nerve system. Their bodies must have registered the leather agony as much as he did. Yet, they had always stood it and withstood it. They had even begged for more.
Now, he was confused. A whole new world had opened to him, and he didn't know what to do, or what to say. Rina suddenly recognized the cause and source of his confusion.
Despite herself, she called out to him. "Tod, stay calm, don't worry. It'll be all right," she babbled, "you'll see."
He turned to her slowly. A light of recognition shone in his eyes. She had definitely snapped him back to reality. Suddenly, he began walking towards her. She recognized the threat in his eyes.
"No Tod," she screamed. "Don't, please don't."
But he kept moving towards her, like a crazed, senseless robot. His hands were raised up close together in a gesture of strangulation. Rina quivered with horror. She was not afraid for herself. She was not afraid of what Tod could or would do to her. In fact, she knew that he would attempt to beat her up. But she knew that he was giving all the others, all his enemies within the group, the perfect opportunity to fall on him, and whip the shit out of him. That's all they were waiting for, one wrong move from him for an excuse, and he was making it. He was practically handing himself over to them. "Please," she whimpered, "please don't."
"You cunt," he snarled madly, "you cunt, I'll kill you for this. I'll tear you to bits with my bare hands."
Rina cowered into a corner. His huge powerful body continued to move at her. She noticed a crazed, convulsive twitching in his fingers. Her eyes widened with horror as she realized that he would indeed try to strangle her. He snapped, somewhere, somehow, he snapped, and his mind was broken.
Suddenly, a savage snarl ripped out of Laura's throat. A yell like a karate yell ripped out of John's mouth. At the same instant, they both fell on him from the back, tackling him at the shoulders and at the waist.
They brought him down instantly. His large, graceful golden body lay kicking and struggling on the floor. But it was no use. Laura was straddling him at the waist, her knees brutally pinching into his sides. John held his wrists pinned down tightly to the floor. And Willy, who had leapt into the fray seconds ago, was holding his ankles pinioned to the ground.
Tod grunted crazily, rolling his head back and forth on the floor, shouting incoherent phrases of abuse. He was going wild, and they held him down like a captured beast.
Rina was horrified. "Please," she whispered, "Please let him go. Don't do this."
"Shut up honey, or we'll start to think you're as crazy as he is," Laura snapped.
Rina obeyed. She had not transferred her loyalties, but her deeply imbedded slave mentality made her automatically follow the commands of someone, anyone, who she recognized as a master.
Quickly, Willy grabbed a coil of rope lying near Tod's body. He and John and Laura wound huge twists of the rope around his body, until he was totally immobilized.
"Well, cocksucker," Laura said, laughing sarcastically, "we got you where we want you."
"Yeah," Willy sneered. "Now we just got to figure out what to do with you."
"Right," John said. "Anything short of death is fine with me, what do you say, gang?"
"Yeah," Laura said. "Let's cut his balls off. That will keep him in his place."
"Yeah," Willy laughed. "Who ever heard of a de-balled master?"
"How will he be able to give orders with the high squeaky voice he's going to have," John laughed.
"He won't," Laura said. "We'll make sure of that."
They stood in a circle around him, laughing brutally, giving him an occasional kick in the groin, or in his sides.
"I have an idea," Laura said. "Let's just leave him like this for a while, and we can party."
"Right," Willy said. "That should really break his mind, to see us fucking with the slaves, giving them orders, while he lies there hog-tied and helpless as a side of beef."
A loud groan of rage ripped out of Tod's throat. He realized they were going to humiliate him, and degrade him until he was beyond the point of caring. Then, they would turn on him for the physical part of his punishment Its impact and pain would be doubled by the anguish of the humiliation he had just suffered.
They were diabolical, he thought. They were fiends. He felt like a mad doctor, who had created an unnatural creature, a monster of sorts, and who suddenly finds that the monster had turned on him, and is stronger than he is. Tod realized that he was now totally in the power of the group he himself had created and drawn together. It was a strange feeling. But it was just shocking enough to bring him to his senses.
"Rina," he cried.
She leapt to her feet and scurried over to him.
"Watch yourself, cunt" Laura said in a threatening voice. "No collaborating with the enemy."
Rina shot her a glance full of hate. She bent over Tod's tightly bound body. She looked into his eyes. Again, the huge black wells of his pupils, surrounded by the beautiful midnight blue of his irises, hypnotized her.
"What?" she whispered. "Tell me what to do."
"You know what to do," he hissed. "I already told you."
Before he had a chance to say another word, Willy dragged her away. He held tightly onto her hair, and pulled her across the smooth parquet floor on her naked ass. The floor squeaked as the sensitive, delicate flesh of her buttocks slid painfully across it.
Willy moved her to the dead center of the room. Rina crouched there, wordlessly, looking around at the faces of her captors like a trapped beast.
Willy spoke first. "I think," he drawled slowly, "I'm going to have a little fun with this girl."
"Me too," John said.
"What about me?" Laura asked. "What the fuck am I supposed to do while you two are whipping and fucking?"
"You can have Susan," Willy said.
Laura looked at Susan. "She doesn't look too promising. There's no fight left in her. She looks like a catatonic from the state mental hospital."
Laura was right. Susan was staring emptily in front of her. The whold series of happenings were completely lost to her, or so it seemed. She was in a world of her own totally oblivious to her surroundings, or to what was happening.
"Naw," Willy said. "Tickle her twat a little. That'll bring her right back to earth."
Suddenly, Rina realized that it was completely up to her to save Tod, and to turn the situation around. Susan was supposed to help, according to the original plan. She had to seduce all of them, and bring them around to acknowledging Tod's leadership and supremacy in the group.
"Susan," Rina screamed. "Susan, pay attention! Pay attention to what Tod said." Rina tried to convey the message, and remind Susan of the instructions Tod had given them, which, if followed, could save him. Rina looked hard at Susan, and somehow, the force behind her glance made the stunned girl re-focus her eyes, and zero in on Rina. "Susan," Rina repeated, "pay attention to what's happening. Remember what we have to do!"
Slowly, the light of comprehension appeared in Susan's blank eyes. She nodded her head to Rina, showing that she understood, and she remembered.
When Laura's long-legged, dykish stride brought her in front of Susan, the young girl was prepared.
"Listen cunt," Laura snarled, grabbing Susan by the shoulders, "you come here, and make me happy, get it?"
Susan nodded slowly. "Yes, mistress," she said.
An expansive smile of pleasure stretched Laura's lips. This was the first time in her life she had been called mistress. It sounded good, she decided, real good. She wanted to hear it again.
"I want you to eat my cunt, understand?" Laura said.
"Yes, mistress," Susan repeated.
Again, the magic word, mistress. Lama's cunt began to cream with pleasure and arousal. At last she had what she wanted, what she had always wanted, a girl of her own, a female piece of flesh that belonged to her, that was her property. She felt her cunt churning with lust again. She would be good to Susan, Laura thought. She would be generous with the punishment, so that the sweet, fragile little slave never felt neglected or unwanted.
Delirious with joy, Laura swung her hand back, and gave Susan a sharp, hard smack across the face. Susan's head raced up to the bright red splotch on her cheek where Laura's brutal hand had fallen. She felt her cunt begin to tingle with pleasure. That slap felt good, and there was no use in denying it. It felt as good as a slap from the men, or from Tod, would feel. The fact that another woman was administering the punishment didn't seem to change its capacity to give her pleasure.
Susan opened her big black eyes wide. She looked straight at Laura. "Thank you mistress," she whispered.
"Oh, aren't you a honey," Laura squealed delightedly. "My very own slave, my very own perfect slave." She reached over to Susan's large, melon-like tits. Her hand began to caress them slowly and gently.
Despite herself, Susan felt a tingle of pleasure, of pure sexual pleasure, race through her body. Laura's touch felt good, because it was more gentle, more sensitive somehow, than a man's. Paradoxically, she realized that she liked her punishment given with a kid glove, not brutally, harshly, and crudely, the way men always gave it. For the first time in her life, Laura felt the awakenings of sexual arousal, awakenings that were brought about by stimulation by a woman, and which were directed back at a woman. A strange chill of pleasure and fear raced over her body.
This was a new ball game entirely, she realized, but she wasn't afraid. She wanted to try it.
"Do that again, please," she whispered to Laura, then on second thought, softly added the word "mistress."
Laura's cunt exploded with lust. She felt the fires of arousal licking out from between her cunt lips, shooting out again and again from the hot ball of lust at the core of her cunt.
Laura couldn't stand the titillation one minute longer. She needed release, and she needed it right away. Already she could imagine the little slave's soft red mouth burrowing inside the heavy, loose folds of her gigantic cunt gash. She could see herself lying on a bed, flat on her back, luxuriously spread-eagled and whimpering with arousal, while Susan kissed every inch of her body. She could already feel the tingles of satisfaction racing from her cunt and exploding in her brain with the terrible and beautiful dynamite power of orgasm.
"Willy," Laura snapped. "I want this girl handcuffed. Right now."
"Good idea," Willy drawled. "We better keep those two cunts under a sharp eye. You never know, they may turn, like those crazy dog bitches my uncle used to keep. They still remember their old master. They don't have any loyalty to us yet. We got to be careful of them."
"Sure," Laura said briefly. She disagreed totally with Willy, but she was too hungry and too aroused to get into a discussion. She knew Susan wouldn't turn on her. There was no chance of that. And when Susan got her first taste of her huge, delectable cunt, she would stay loyal forever, Laura thought. There was no need for handcuffs for purposes of actual restraint. Willy had misunderstood. She just wanted them there as a symbolic thing, as a visual, material manifestation of Susan's utter helplessness, and her utter subjugation to Laura.
"Send her over here," Willy said.
"Go to Willy," Laura commanded Susan.
"Yes mistress," she replied, humbly bowing her head to the big, red-headed woman. She scurried over to Willy and knelt down in front of him.
"Up with your hands, cunt," he snarled. He held a pair of silver handcuffs, ready to snap them into place over Susan's tiny, delicate wrists. Susan obediently put her wrists together and raised them up to Willy. He snapped the cold steel bracelets over each hand. Then he hooked one huge, meaty finger into one of them. He gave it a hard, quick tug, and the handcuff slipped easily off of Susan's tiny hand. "Fuck," Willy bellowed. "A whole hell of a lot of good these are going to do us. The fucking cunt can get them right off without even half trying."
"How come?" Laura demanded.
"They slip right off her fucking wrists," Willy said angrily. He gritted his teeth and sent his foot slamming into the tiny girl's soft round stomach.
Instantly, Susan crumpled to the floor like a rag doll. He had kicked her so hard, she couldn't even give vocal expression to her agony. She couldn't scream or even moan, because Willy's brutal booted kick had completely knocked the air out of her lungs.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Laura screamed. "Leave her alone. She's my slave for the night."
"So," Willy snarled.
"So, if you beat the living shit out of her, shell just throw up and faint. She won't be of any use to me," Laura shrieked angrily.
"Oh, yeah," Willy said sheepishly. "I forgot."
"Asshole," Laura snapped.
"Don't start riding me, woman," Willy said, instantly turning on Laura. "I didn't mean to hit her so hard. I just don't know my own strength."
"Oh, forget it," Laura said wearily. "Let's not start fighting with each other. Let's stick together."
"Right," John said.
"Now, send her over to me," Laura said. But Susan didn't wait for a command from Willy. She dragged herself on her knees, slowly and painfully, and staggered back across the room to Laura.
"Show me your hands," Laura said sternly. Wordlessly, Susan raised her hands in front of her. Laura quickly and skillfully slipped the handcuff over Susan's hand again. She didn't really care if it was secure or not. That was ridiculous. Susan was so frail and small, Laura could have broken her in two effortlessly. She couldn't present a threat to Laura even if she wanted to. And, Laura was convinced, she would never want to.
"Now," Laura said, "you are going to do me, and do it well, understand?"
Susan nodded. "Yes mistress," she said. Instantly, her small head darted between Laura's huge, voluptuous thighs. Her mouth moved closer and closer to the core of Laura's sexuality, the huge, wet, red cunt throbbing between her legs. Laura spread her legs out luxuriously, and lay back on the armchair. She watched the darm-haired girl kneeling at her feet. She watched the small dark head bobbing eagerly up and down as Susan sniffed and licked her way higher and higher up Laura's voluptuous thighs, getting closer and closer to the fat, loose-hanging cunt lips every second. A shiver of arousal ran over Laura's body.
The girl had the delicacy of touch of a tiny bird, or a small kitten. Her licks and kisses were as sensitive, as delicate as the touch of a feather. Laura shivered with pleasure. The girl was practically tickling her, so light and fluffy was the feel of her face, her tongue, and her lips over Laura's thighs.
"Get to the cunt, quick," she moaned, spreading her legs out farther.
Still, Laura concentrated on the slow movement of her mouth, still sliding up Laura's thighs, yet still so far away from the hot, searing wet place where Laura wanted it to be.
"This girl needs some encouragement," Laura said out loud. She reached over to the coffee table at the side of the armchair. She picked up the light, short riding crop lying there next to the ashtray.
Susan glanced up quickly. When she saw the crop in Laura's hands, she gasped, "Yes, yes." Then her head bobbed down to the red-haired girl's thick, voluptuous thighs again.
Instantly, Laura let the thin, delicate crop crack through the air, and bite savagely into the naked flesh of Susan's smooth, milk-white back. She felt a tremor of arousal race over the slave's body as the full impact of the whip reached her brain centers.
Suddenly, Susan's mouth was directly over Laura's cunt. The young slave didn't know where to begin. Laura's cunt presented a challenge to anyone, but Susan felt it most keenly, because, in terms of size, Laura's cunt was four times the size of Susan's mouth.
"Start with the clit," Laura ordered, sensing the girl's confusion, "then work your way down."
Susan obediently rose higher on her knees, so that her tiny, rosebud of a mouth could reach the huge woman's clit. Carefully, she picked the slick, fat red lips apart, leaving the ruffles of the inner cunt gaping up at her, and completely exposed to the stimulation of her tongue. She brought her finger up to the clit, and began to rub it slowly.
"Never mind the finger," Laura snapped. "Just do as I say."
"Yes mistress," Susan said obediently.
Instantly, her mouth darted down to Laura's thick, throbbing cunt. She flicked her tongue out towards the clit, after she had carefully rolled it up into a long, hard pseudo-prick. She began to nuzzle the clit with the tip of her tongue.
Suddenly, she felt the leather tip of the crop tickling her back. She felt the crop as a tingling, tickling sensation, extremely pleasurable and sexually exciting. Actually, Laura, in the throes of her passion, was laying down hard, heavy licks of the crop, putting all the strength in her arm behind each blow.
But Susan was oblivious to anything. She had never eaten cunt before, and the heavy, musky odor that came out of Laura's huge, ripe hole dizzied her and shattered her senses. All she could do was dig in hungrily looking for more and more.
Then a thick, gooey load of come slid down Laura's cunt canal, and bubbled over the ruffled red inner cunt lips. Susan felt the hot, slimy drool of the come slapping against her chin. She realized what happened.
Instantly, her mouth darted down further into the slit. Her tongue poked eagerly among the ruffled cunt flesh, probing for the hole, the magic circle where all the sweet, yet salty come was oozing from. At last, her pointed tongue tip found the twat itself.
With a groan of lust, she stabbed her tongue into it again and again. She was reaching a peak of excitement, and a frenzy of arousal.
She lifted her head off the twat for a second.
"Hit me," she gasped. "Please, hit me so I can really feel it."
"I am," Laura moaned. "I've been coming down on you with the crop hard, really hard, for the past five minutes."
"I could hardly feel it," Susan moaned. "You have to do it harder, please Laura."
"Oh, with pleasure," Laura moaned, a low laugh escaping from her mouth. She had been right about the girl, Laura decided. She would be loyal to her. She would forget Tod, and every other prick she had ever known, as soon as she got a good taste of Laura, as soon as the full rich flavor of her cunt juice had really seeped into her taste buds, and penetrated to the center of her brain's pleasure control.
Then, Laura thought, I'll introduce her to cunt-lapping, female style. That will put the seal on her slavery, for sure.
Susan's fresh young mouth was back at work, sucking out every drop of cunt juice that had flowed out of Laura's twat. She dug her tongue deeper into the twat, and still deeper, until her jaw pressed painfully into Laura's cunt.
"Stop it," Laura ordered. The sensation of pain she was getting from Susan's over-eager assault on her pussy was very unpleasant to her. like Tod, like all masters, she did not relish the notion of pain at all. It made her hysterical just to contemplate the possibility of it.
She landed a hard whip blow on Susan's back. The girl failed to react, she was in such a frenzy of lust. Her eager, hungry tongue only dug in deeper, and the bone of her jaw pressed harder and harder into Laura's sensitive pussy.
"Stop it," Laura screamed hysterically. She couldn't tolerate that kind of pressure on her cunt, even though it wasn't painful, by any objective standards. But to her, it felt like torture, like agony. like all masters, she was basically a coward when it came to physical pain. She was actually revolted by it, by the very thought of it.
The leather strap fell harder and harder on Susan's back. Laura tried to slash it across the girl's face, but she had buried the face too deep and too hard into Laura's hairy red cunt, so that it was not accessible to any whip blows.
Kicking frantically, Laura struck out with the riding crop any way, thinking that somehow, miraculously, the leather would hit its mark.
She was wrong. All she succeeded in doing was slashing herself brutally over her own thighs. "Fuck," she bellowed in pain and rage. "It's all your fault, you ugly little cunt," she howled at Susan.
She grabbed a long thick hank of Susan's hair, and gave it a sharp brutal tug which snapped the girl's head back, way back, and lifted her face and jaw off Laura's aching cunt.
"I ought to whip the living shit out of you," Laura gasped, her chest heaving with fear at what she imagined to be a narrow escape from some terrible, and indescribable pain.
Susan licked her lips slowly, scooping up all the white, foamy come that had stuck to her mouth. She could taste the salty, slimy stuff again. It tasted good. She smiled. She felt the burning tingling sensation of the whip welts on her back. That felt good too, and added to the overall sensation of sexual arousal and pleasure that was burning inside her, warming her body until she glowed with lust.
Suddenly, she looked directly at Laura's eyes. Then, for the first time, she knew something was wrong. A look of perplexed anxiety flashed over her face.
She had forgotten Tod, and had found her true self in the give and take of pain and pleasure, in the intoxicating oblivion she found in another woman's cunt. Now, Laura, who she thought was ready to adopt as her new mistress, was scowling angrily down at her.
Susan swallowed hard. "What have I done wrong?" she whispered.
"You hurt me, you dumb cunt," Laura shrilled, once again bringing the leather strip down cruelly. This time, it slashed Susan right across the face.
The young slave's hands flew up to her face. She crumpled to the floor in agony. The leather strip had hit her across the eyes. And now, her eyes were tearing badly. The incredibly painful stinging sensation filling them, and overwhelming her, felt like a burning acid eating away at the tender gelatinous globes of her eyeballs.
She began to whimper hysterically. She began to believe that she was blinded, and blinded forever. She pulled her hands away from her face, and tried to open her eyes. But it was no use. The swollen flesh of her wounded, bruised eyelids would not separate, and she continued to see darkness when she knew she should be seeing light.
Susan began to scream hysterically, frightened and terrified by the sudden blackness that closed in over her world. She felt Laura's reassuring touch, she heard Laura whispering words to her, but she couldn't understand anything. The profundity of her frightened hysteria drowned out all other sensations, all other information coming to her. All she was aware of was the blackness that surrounded her, and the meaning this blackness had: she couldn't see any more.
"Shut that cunt up," Willy snarled.
Suddenly, Susan felt a piece of cloth being shoved into her mouth. She began to struggle frantically, flailing around her hysterically. Then, she realized that she had on the handcuffs too, and she was just that much more helpless.
Of course, the handcuffs were completely convincing to her. She had forgotten that she could slip them off easily. In fact, she had never even heard Willy tell Laura that they could come off so effortlessly, because she didn't want to hear it. It didn't interest her. She was a slave, and she wanted to be a slave. Her slave mentality edited out all information pertaining to how she could be free. She wasn't interested in freedom. She was, in fact, running from freedom, as all masochists do.
She felt herself being lifted up off the floor, and laid on the bed.
"Don't worry," Laura said to her. "You'll be all right. This is just temporary." Laura had to repeat her reassurances a dozen times before they even began to sink into Susan's hysterical, fear-struck brain. Even when she did understand what Laura was telling her, she didn't believe it.
But she calmed down soon, more from sheer exhaustion. She closed her mouth after having spit out the rag they had stuffed in it.
"Don't worry, Laura," she said. "I won't scream any more. I know you won't hurt me like that any more."
"I won't baby, I swear I won't," Laura babbled. "It was only an accident, believe me."
"I believe you," Susan said. She sighed deeply and lay motionless on the bed. She didn't know what would happen next, and she didn't care.
The fast switch of loyalties that was required of her served only to confuse her cruelly. She was a slave, a simple slave. That was what she wanted to be. She didn't really care if she was Laura's slave or Tod's slave. She just needed a master. She needed her sex fix of punishment. At this point, she was past caring what happened to her, or who she belonged to. She only wanted the oblivion of sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Rina had watched the whole proceeding. Unlike Susan, she was not indifferent to the outcome of the power struggle going on within their S&M clique.
Even though she saw that Tod was lying on the floor like a side of beef, bound and helpless, she knew he had not given up yet. She knew he would fight to recover what was rightfully his, the whole group, and herself.
Susan was doing fabulously, eating out that ugly cunt, Laura. She was glad the young girl had enough cunning and presence of mind to keep up the elaborate pretense of lust and satisfaction. Rina was duly impressed. When she heard Susan's screams of anguish though, she was afraid the girl might break and succumb to the other side.
She stared nervously at the proceedings, all the while crouching at John's feet and stroking the hard, stiff leather of his boot.
When they lay Susan down on the bed, and the young girl stopped screaming, Rina listened attentively to the conversation that followed.
"I hope she ends up okay," Willy muttered.
"Yeah," John agreed. "We don't want any dead bodies on our hands."
"Dead bodies, my ass," Laura snapped. "There's no possibility of that, you ass-hole!"
"Dead bodies, nothing," said Willy. "You don't need no dead bodies to get yourself in trouble, bad trouble. It would be enough if that dumb screaming cunt had any permanent scars, or if you really did damage her eyes."
"Shit," said John, "he's right. That would be enough to put us all in jail."
"Yeah," Willy snarled. "What the fuck did you have to go whipping her across the face for?"
"It was an accident," Laura screamed. "Well, that's all it takes, you know," Willy said.
Rina watched them bickering fruitlessly back and forth. Suddenly, she spoke up. "This sort of shit never happened when Tod was in charge."
All three of the dissenters turned on her.
"You shut up, cunt," John yelled, giving her a hard kick in the stomach. Rina doubled over in pain, but still, she didn't forget her task and her duty to Tod.
"It's true," she groaned over the excruciating pangs that ripped through her stomach. "You know it is."
"That's besides the point. He's yesterday's newspaper as far as I'm concerned," Laura said coolly. "And," she added, "if you think you're going to bring him back into the group, you're kidding yourself."
"Yeah," Willy snarled. "He's going out first thing, out on his ass."
"Yeah," John added. "And he's lucky if he gets out with his ass in one piece, too."
"You'll be sorry for this," Rina screamed. She had a sudden overwhelming sense of hopelessness.
She glanced at Tod. He was still lying on his side, hog-tied and helpless. He hadn't moved one inch since the whole disgusting orgy began.
Rina wondered if he had given up. One thing was perfectly clear in her mind. If he gave up the group, he would give her up, too. If the group succeeded in throwing him out, he would leave, not only the group and the Herald Computer School, but her too.
And Rina was smart enough to know that Tod was not the kind of man who took any one with him when he left. He was the sort of man who simply disappeared, dropped out of sight one day, and was never heard from again.
A moan of regret rumbled in her throat. She was overwhelmed by a sense of hopelessness. Just when she had found a master, he would leave her. Who could ever replace him? Who could ever wield a whip the way Tod did? Nobody she knew. She couldn't accept it.
"Tod," she screamed suddenly, "do something. Don't let these ass-holes push you around. We both want you and nobody else. You are our real master!"
But he remained motionless, indifferent. He had withdrawn completely from the situation.
Suddenly, Rina realized what was happening. He had withdrawn because he felt free to withdraw. He felt free to withdraw because he didn't feel any commitment, any sense of responsibility towards her or towards Susan.
She knew that was wrong, terribly wrong. After he had accepted them and made them both his slaves, he was totally responsible for them. He could not abandon them under any condition. That was part and parcel of the unspoken agreement between master and slave: the slave totally gives up and renounces his own will, and his own being, to become the property of the master. But the master, in turn, is bound to the slave by his obligation and responsibility to him.
Tod was violating this very basic tenet of S&M. Rina knew it instinctively, even though she was only a recent initiate into the rites of pleasure and pain. She knew that Tod was not following the principles he himself had introduced. Rina found that objectionable, extremely objectionable. She felt that he was betraying them, and at the same time, violating the integrity of his being.
She looked at him carefully. If he could do that, if he could go against the principles he said he was leading them to, he could do anything. Maybe, Susan thought, all the others were right. Maybe John and Willy and Laura had a point Maybe Tod was on a power trip, and he was just using them. They were no more than the necessary backdrop to the playing and interplay in g of his ego.
Suddenly, the scales fell from her eyes, and she saw him as he really was-a selfish, self-centered ego-maniacal sadist.
Rina leaped to her feet. She turned to Susan. "We have to get rid of him," she shrilled. "Don't you see that, Susan? He's been using us, that's all."
"What are you talking about?" Susan asked weakly. There was too much strain, too much tension in this situation, and she felt wearied from it. She reacted poorly to stress situations, generally, and this one especially was distressing to her because the element of sex was so strongly intermingled.
"I mean that he doesn't really want us to be his slaves," Rina said. "Don't you see? If he did, he would fight for himself, if for no other reason than to protect us and keep us. Masters always do that for their slaves, because that's the way it works. That's what they're supposed to do, but he doesn't care enough about us, or about me, to even try. He's just lying there like a sack of potatoes, waiting for the whole thing to pass."
Slowly, Susan turned her head to Tod. He still hadn't moved an inch. "Yeah, it does kind of look that way now that you mention it," she said, slowly.
"I tell you, it is that way," Rina insisted. "I know what I'm talking about."
"What should we do?" Susan asked, weakly.
"Join the others, of course," Rina snapped. "If we can't get what we need, and what we have a right to, why the fuck should we stick with that stupid, selfish cock?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Susan said.
"That's great, girls," Laura said. "I'm glad you know enough to see that cock as he really is. It's about time."
"Count us in on your side," Rina said. "What do you say, Susan?"
"Sure," Susan replied. "Whatever you think. I don't really know one way or the other."
"Let's beat the shit out of him first," Laura said.
"I'm for that," Rina replied, grimly. 'The fucking hypocrite. He didn't have to lay that whole line of bullshit on us when he didn't mean it. It would have been better if he just came right out and said he wanted to slap around girls and he got off on whipping cunts. That's all. But no, he had to make up all these imagine theories and tell us all these lies."
Rina's body trembled with rage. She seemed to turn white from the force of her anger, and the ugly red welts and scars on her body turned a bright reddish purple. "Give me one of those whips," she said to Laura.
Quickly, Laura thrust a long, curling whip at Rina. It was one of the bullwhips, long and thick and wicked. Rina grabbed it and approached Tod.
She stood over his body. Suddenly, her foot slammed out into his groin.
He made no sound, only a loud groan of agony muffled in his throat.
"Oh, he's one of those creeps who won't let on when he's hurt. You can slam the shit out of him and he won't even let out a squeak," Rina said.
"Yeah, he's into pride, false pride," Laura said.
"Whip the shit out of him, girls," John urged.
"Yeah, I'd really like to see that mother-fucker beg," Willy said. His inherent sadism made him excited at the prospect of seeing Tod, the beautiful proud master, quivering and weeping from pain and humiliation. He might even get sexually excited by it, he realized. So what, he said to himself, anything goes these days.
"Untie him first," Rina said. Somehow she was repulsed by the idea of whipping a bound, helpless man. If he was free, if he could move, it would somehow be less hideous to her. Yet, she knew she had to lay at least a few whip blows across his perfect body.
She had to see him humiliated and debased. After he had tricked her, so coldly and so cruelly, the well of hatred inside her would overflow if she didn't let her natural and justified aggressions pour out of her now.
Quickly, John and Willy cut the lengths of rope that were binding Tod's body. Even though he was now free to move, and even to stand up if he wanted too, he remained in the same position as the one he had when he was tied up and helpless.
"Move your ass, mother-fucker," Rina hissed. "Get up on your feet."
Still, Tod didn't move. He didn't look up or open his eyes. With a gasp of exasperation, Rina raised the long, heavy whip high over her head and let it slash down into Tod's vulnerable, motionless body. As the biting leather dug into his flesh, Tod shivered with agony. He began to move.
"Hey, that got to him," Laura said, laughing cruelly. "Give him a few more licks of the whip. Maybe that will even make him dance."
"Yeah, Rina," John said. "Make that mother-fucker move!"
Rina suddenly fell into a frenzy. She slashed the whip over his body again and again, increasing the fury of her licks with each stroke. Even as she stood, slashing into him, she saw the angry welts she had made thicken and redden. Yet, this time, it didn't bother her. Before, the idea of one mark, one scratch, marring the smooth, muscular body of her master would have made her sick with disgust and outrage. like all masochists, she saw him as a sacred object, unquestionably pure, unquestionably powerful, and unquestionably superior to her own worthless, degraded self.
Now she could look at his body, crisscrossed by the ugly scars of her punishment, and feel nothing, absolutely nothing. She could even continue to slam into him with the whip.
Suddenly, Laura was at her side. She held a long thick whip in her hand. "Let him have it, honey," she hissed to Rina. "Show him what it feels like."
They pinned Tod's body cruelly to the floor and gathered around him, their whips and metal rods poised.
"You let him have it with the whip," Laura said. "Meanwhile, I'll butt-fuck him with this metal rod."
"Good idea," John mumbled. His face took on a look, a tense look of total concentration. He moved slowly, menacingly towards Tod. "Oh, are you ever going to get it, big boy," he muttered under his breath.
"Damn right," Willy added.
They stepped over Tod's body and began to go at him from the back. Their long, stiff metal rods prodded his helpless exposed body mercilessly. Meanwhile, Rina and Laura were still flailing their whips at him.
Tod collapsed to the ground. He simply lay there quietly, knowing that it was of no use to fight. They kept him down with their whips and sticks, cutting and slashing at him. Suddenly he felt Laura's whip twisting around his neck. She picked up a rod. Suddenly, without warning, her powerful arms straightened and she shot the cold, hard metal shaft right into Tod's ass-hole. She let it sink in a good six inches and then stopped.
Laura's face tightened with concentration. She bit her lower lip and began to twist the metal rod, churning and stirring it inside the ass-hole. John and Willy continued whipping him.
Suddenly Laura stopped. She looked at Rina triumphantly. Then she looked over to John and Willy and Susan. A cruel smile twisted her lips. She gave the rod a quick tug, and pulled it out of his ass-hole. She laughed when she saw it now, coated with his blood and shit.
