Subject: THE SATAN CLUB 1/4 From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Date: 1996/11/24 Message-Id: <57akgp$g47@dfw-ixnews4.ix.netcom.com> Organization: Netcom X-Netcom-Date: Sun Nov 24 5:08:09 PM CST 1996 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories THE SATAN CLUB By Arthur Lake BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR Cindy Randall came to slowly, groggily, unaware of where he was or his predicament. He began to recognise that all was not well. His arms felt strange, then he realised that he was hanging by his arms. His vision was still blurred but he heard a voice, "Look, he's coming around. Beautiful specimen, yes?" Another speaker answered, "That's for sure, especially that magnificent cock!" Randall's eyes began to focus, his head had been slumped down and what he saw first was his dangling cock. The cock he was so proud of, the cock that the lucky ladies all admired. Many of them at first sight were a bit alarmed at the size. Even now, hanging loosely it was awe inspiring, 8 inches and bulky. It had a certain symmetry, the long stalk much the same diameter for all it's length with a head like a mushroom. Randall then thought of that last comment he'd heard and raised his head to see two females seated in front of him! The first an older woman, dressed in a kahki shirt and tight jeans. The shirt stretched tight over her rather startling chest. The second the most extraordinary woman he'd ever seen, a very black woman, at least six foot tall. In spite of her almost total lack of clothing her face was so striking he hardly noticed anything else. Eyes like a hawk, eyes that stared hungrily at him. Then he worked his sight down to the bare breasts, large but upstanding and firm. Extraordinarily large black aureoles with long nipples. Down farther below her slim waist a small patch of purple cloth covered her mound but did not hide the fact that it was large, bulging and firm. She turned to the other woman and asked, "Should we try him just a little bit?" The husky white lady with the remarkable bossoms nodded her head and said, "Sure, but lightly, just enough so he understands." Randall had became aware that his exposed sex was becoming engorged. Having himself exposed to two strange beautiful women was all his Stepheng needed to raise it's head. The black girl walked toward him, not looking into his eyes but at his growing member. She added the final touch to it's expansion when she reached down and hefted it, ran her fingers lovingly along it length and around the amazing umbrella top. She reached under and lifted his equally matched balls. Without any kind of warning she swung the little thonged switch attached to one wrist. Swung it rapidly and hard across his cock. He grunted, not so much from the considerable pain but from his surprise. Randall had been trying to remember what had led to his being here but this now fled his thoughts as this big sexy lady continued her contact with his most sensitive organ. She was busily working at a most peculiar task, attaching a cord to his engorged and throbbing penis. He looked down to see what was happening. She was attaching a bob weight to the cord secured around his stalk. The other woman said, "Go ahead Milly, measure the strength of his hard-on!" Milly added small lead discs to the weight hanging below his cock. The angle of dangle slowly moved down till it was about 10 derees or so less than horizontal. Milly spoke to her compatriot, "Helene, I think I'll see if he can raise it!" Milly walked around behind him and was out of sight for a short time. With a loud slap and a pain that made him jump and grunt his ass received a blow. A blow from a long, flat paddle. The leather paddle was 4 inches wide and perhaps 30 inches long. Designed to redden his skin but not to mark him, the paddle continued to strike his rear cheeks rapidly and with force. His buttocks were glowing red and he was reacting with writhing and kicking. He began to plead with Milly to stop. This had no effect, she didn't stop till Helene called out to her, "OK, that did it, He's got it up". Milly came in front and saw that he'd raised the weight not only horizontal but somewhat above, His now painfully engorged cock was curving upward. Helene asked, "How much weight?" Milly counted the weights she'd added and answered, "He's got 9 ounces!" "That's good, at least for the first time. What's the record?" "Remember the little man? The one with the short thick cock. He raised 17 ounces. Of course his wasn't as long." "Try this one with that much weight and give him some more encouragement". Milly added more weights which dragged Randalls erection down. She then proceeded to tie his legs wide apart. Her thonged whip redenned his inner thighs. Randall was shouting and crying as the whip tortured his tender thighs and ocassionally the thin leather thongs carelessly struck his testes. Helene callled out, "Ok, he's got it up". Apparently they were through with him for now. They left and two black males came and let Randall down and walked him into the big house, down stairs to a basement and locked him in a small but comfortable room. Randall lay down on the couch face down. His butt wouldn't let him lie on his back. Soon two young maids came in and salved his tortued ass cheeks with a soothing ointment. That and the added sensation, when these nude youngsters did the same to his thighs and his swelling bag of balls, made his wilting maleness rise again. The girls saw this and one reached under him and with her oily ointment massaged him to a climax. Randall through all this was wondering, "Where the hell am I and how did I get here?" His last memory before he wakened here was being in the mens room at the club. He was shaking the last drop off his cock --then nothing till he found himself hanging by his arms. His thoughts traveled to the contemplation of what might await him? This futile conjecturing was interrupted as an older woman brought in a tray of food. He tried asking her where and why but did not get any recognition that he'd even spoke. As Randall spent a restless evening and slept fitfully through the night, several things were occuring that he'd never know about. Helene asked Milly, "Have the tapes all been edited?" "Yes, they are all ready. I hope Miss Cindy likes at least one of them." Had Randall known all the facts behind those remarks, he rightly could have a strong concern for his future. Other shades of possibilities could be the opposite. Nevertheless the tides of his fate would move on and he'd be unwittingly carried along on the crest of that wave. Morning arrived and he was moved to a room high up in this cavernous building. There he was joined by 6 other men. One by one they were led into an adjoining room. Randall was first and once there he was placed on a steel table and scrubbed, his pubic hair shaved, and his bowels cleaned out. His attempt to avoid this humiliating treatment were stifled by the prompt application of the whip. He and each of the other men were fitted with wrist and ankle straps and then mounted and fastened in place on vaults. Mounted so that their buttocks and pubic areas were elevated and open to handling and inspection. Meanwhile Miss Cindy was watching the VCR tapes made of their inspection and evaluation the day before. After all this prelude was completed the horses with their tethered riders were wheeled into the audience room. Miss Cindy started down the line and stopped at each exsposed, vulnerable butt. Her hands palpated and played with each mans buttocks, inner thighs, dangling testicles and exposed the head of each cock by rolling back the fore skin. Randall was the last in line and Cindy remained at his position longer than the others. He was aware of the other five being rolled away and suddenly without warning he was struck with a vicious blow from a heavy long whip. A blow that made his head swim and his vision blur, for a confusiing moment before the awful pain accumulated and issued from his tense throat. It was more of a roar than a scream. Three more of these massive blows landed on his lower back, across his buttocks and his upper thighs. His whole being was shaking and shuddering, his muscles were rigid and his throat ached from the explosions that gave him his only relief. The blows did not continue. His vision cleared and he looked forward at Cindy's shaved cunt, not more than an inch from his nose. It looked and smelled randy. With the shock of the whip still ratchetting through his body, his thought was that he'd rather be pussy whipped! That was exactly the same idea that Cindy had only their definitions of pussy-whipped were very different. She dismissed everyone, released him and said, "Go lie down on the couch". He lay there, where for the first time he could see Cindy, a tall big boned lady about 35ish. She wore thigh high boots, a gold chain around her waist and a sort of bra. The bra only cupped her large breasts aloft without actually covering them. She walked over to where he lay and straddled the couch with her crotch against his chin. "Show me how much you want to be mine!" She reached down and her hands pulled his mouth to her gaping grotto. Randall's hands were loose now and he spread her thick outer labia, ran his tongue inside her inner lips and circled her soft tunnel. Randall slid down to swab the skin back to her asshole and tickled her brown rose. The first taste of her passion juices had been a bit brackish but now the fresh flow was pungent but sweet When he arrived at her clit and his tongue had titilated that turn-on button briefly she jumped off and snapped her fingers. Randall, surprised at this abrupt interruption, sat up and saw two nude young ladies enter. They looked alomost like twins. Both chunky gals with bodies, tits, thighs and shaved clean cunts exactly alike. The faces were different. They ran to Miss Cindy and she held one on each side, fondling their pert breasts and said to Randall, "I want you on that bed," pointing to a large round bed, "and please both of these girls!" Randall was more puzzled now, thinking--She sure as hell didn't have to beat on me to get me to do that! Wonder what the catch is? He went to the round work bench and didn't have to wait till both girls were all over him. They dived for his rigid organ and soon were sharing the taste and feel of his balls and taking turns at kissing him all over. The three of them rolled around with one of them inhaling his cock and the other gripping his head in her thighs as his tongue moistened her grotto. First one, then the other sank his member into her wet tunnel. Randall managed to get atop one of them and stay with her till she was moaning and cried out as the storm came over her. Randall moved to other nymph and first drove her near to orgasm with his tongue and them came over her and sank his big cock into her and met her orgasm with his pent up discharge. How was it?" Randall looked her straight on and said, "No, I thought it a shame to force her" "Force, smorsch, you are one of those who Stephen't know that pain and sex are at times nearly the same. Something you both will learn" "I can't accept that idea," Randall answered. "Then I'll demonstrate that it is as I said." Cindy got up and talked to the ever present guards. They took Randall to an upright wooden frame and fastened him to the top bar, arms overhead. Then to Randall's total surprise Cindy was hung facing him. With their nude bodies touching and swaying slightly she said, "I suppose you think you're all fucked out for today, that you couldn't get it up again?" As she spoke the attendant strapped her belly against Randall's, with his limp organ pressed between them. Randall was trying to guess where this strange arrangement would lead. He soon found out when again the attendant behind him managed to accurately land a blow on Randall's already battered and sore ass. Slightly later Cindy jerked against him as her butt received a matching blow! The blows alternated between her and Randall. Their backs, thighs and buttocks were well marked and glowing red when she, through gritted teeth said, "See what I mean, you're getting hard again". Tied as they were, with her breasts, belly and hips squirming against him the next exercise in confusing the senses began. Now it was tickling feathers. Randall had always been very sensitive to tickling, and now it seemed unbearable. The light touch of the long feathers on his body, armpits, crotch, thighs and feet were in a way harder to bear than the whip. Both he and Cindy were howling for the tickling to stop. They both were sweating and crying but the exquisite pain did not stop until one attendant reached between them and tested Randall's blooming hard-on. The strap around them was removed and Cindy and he both looked down to see the result. His member was so damn hard that it kept them separated. Randall's balls were aching and his cock was painfully erect. They were swaying and as their bodies smacked together and that tap was added sweet pain. Released from the frame they were of one mind. That was a dash to the bed where he roughly flung her on the round bed and jammed that damned hard pain into her wet cunt. The frantic fuck that followed was disorganised, out of synch and sweat poured out of them. The noise of the popping suction from sweaty bellys could be heard over the taunts coming from them. Cindy shouting, "Harder. Damn you-get it all in". Randall answered, "Suck it in, Bitch" Randall fell out of her and she screamed, rolled over and said. "Up my ass. Hurry." Without a thought Randall blindly followed her desire and held his blunderbus against her upturned nether opening. Wet and slippery from it's previous repository it slid in to this snug harbor. Randall gathered his composure somewhat and looked down at his cock surrounded by the stretched anal ring. Rather idly his mind asked, "God, how'd it get in there? Doesn't seem like it would fit" Tentatively he moved in and out a slight bit. Cindy moaned as her gut was pulled along by this movement. Randall wasn't sure whether this moan was responding to pain or ecstasy. He remembered Cindy's belief that the two feelings were mostly one and the same. "You ok,?" he asked. "Yesss, get going and massage my clit!" Randall thought, "I guess she's sold on the idea that pain is good!" And went on with the ass-fucking. His hand went under her belly and searched for the clit, found it, and massaged it in rhythm with his cock moving in her. She soon, all too soon, gave way to this stimulation and as she quaked to her cum reaction he felt the fluids flood from her cunt. They both were worn and tired now and fell asleep. Randall awoke to find himself back at the urinal, cock in hand, shaking the last drop! Randall was, to say the least, shook by this awesome event. Was it a dream? He was unsure if he wanted to return to that dream. He wandered that day trying to make sense of a senseless experience. It was early evening when he returned to his apartment and found evidence of his abduction, Whelts across his butt! A week later he received a phone call from a person who identified himself as Walter Jacos. Jacos said, "I'm calling you on behalf of Miss Cindy! Her message is as follows, "If you wish to meet with me again be at the Hotel Armitage next Tuseday. Seven PM. Go to room 1118. This meeting is to offer you a rare opportunity. Feel free to ignore this message. If you do come, and we can agree on terms, it should be worth your time". That gave Randall several days to decide, although his immediate reaction was to ignore the invitation. He argued that decision for the remaining days and when Tuesday arrived he'd lost his fight and said to himself, "What the hell, I'll find out what she wants."