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Article 6 of 163
Subject: THE SATAN CLUB 2/4
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 1996/11/24
Message-Id: <57akhn$jeu@sjx-ixn9.ix.netcom.com>
Organization: Netcom
X-Netcom-Date: Sun Nov 24 3:08:39 PM PST 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
THE SATAN CLUB
PART TWO
By Arthur Lake
Cindy
Cindy in the meantime had her own struggle. She knew that
this meeting was a breach of the rules she lived by. The
rules that she had promulgated. Truthfully her attraction to
Randall was stronger than her adherance to the rules. She had
a photo of him and her staff had accumulated a dossier. She
knew that he wasn't the typical slave at the Satan club.
Not like most who convinced themselves that they were meant
for the submission and humiliation. Living in silence,
always shackled in some manner. Subject to the slightest
whim of the Club members. He certainly was not one who'd
want to reenlist at the end of their voluntary servitude.
Cindy tried to rationalize her feeling toward Randall, his
obviously good looks? That was one part but only a minor
factor. His expertise in sex? That also was a part. She'd
had him kidnapped based only what she'd read in his magnetic
eyes, the firm set of his body, his expressions when being
paddled and degraded. His acceptance of circumstances beyond
his immediate control. ACCEPTANCE, not resignation.
Cindy WANTED him! But if she wanted to keep her lucrative
place at the club, he'd have to submit to the rules and the
one year as a slave. A slave with no control over his life.
She revued these thoughts as she waited to see if he would
come to her. A few minutes before seven the knock at the
door aroused her from that reverie. Even in a well cut suit
his lean, not skinny, body was evident. The blond unruly
hair showed below the Western Hat. The slight graying at the
temples added to his strength. She noticed the widening of
his eyes as he viewed her. Cindy, so sure of herself, was
stumbling for words. He walked past her eyes sweeping the
suite and turned to say, "That is the sexiest business suit
I've ever seen".
Randall
I should have known that she'd try to appear business-like.
The tailored suit doesn't conceal her inherent sexuality. I
knew I'd have to wait and spar for position before she'll get
to the real reason for this meeting. There was one thing I
wanted to know immediately and asked, "Before we get any
farther I must know how you abducted me and returned me to
the same place".
"Fair enough," she answered, "The last drink you had was
drugged, a carefully timed and crafted drug. Do you remember
the two men who were beside you when you passed out?"
I did not and asked her to continue. "Those two men
carried you out the back door of that men's room. You were
doped again and returned to the exact position were when you
left!"
I told her, "It was expertly accomplished. I was almost
ready to believe it was a dream 'til I found that I did have
some welts from the whipping!"
Randall
In the castle the line of shackled slaves were dropped off
at individual rooms. I was led into a sparse cubicle
furnished with a cot, a wash basin, and a toilet. A shower
was located in one corner over a tile floor with a drain. I
slept fitfully with a brain that refused to abanStephen the
attempt to predict the immediate future. Like, "What will
tomorrow bring?" With no windows tomorrow seemed an eternity
away. My arms were freed and the damnable collar removed.
The long night ended when David entered and told me to
shower and shave. When he returned I had Stephene that and
looked with considerable apprehension at the table wheeled
into the room by a helper. I was ordered onto that table and
once there my wrist cuffs were fastened to the edge of the
table near my hips. My feet were secured in stirrups and
raised to spread my crotch open. I soon felt a finger poking
at my anal passage. It felt oily, and penetrated me. The
finger boldly stroked my prostate and brought my flaccid
organ up. This was replaced by a plug that stretched my
sphincter tight and warm water poured into my guts. A lot of
water. Not painful but very uncomfortable. It was released
and gushed forth into a waiting basin. This process was
repeated three times. I was really outraged by this sort of
treatment and hoarsely spoke to David, "Dammit Davis, I could
have Stephene that in private!" My answer was a heavy slash
from
his ever present whip. Accompanied by his warning, "You were
told not to talk" Then two more quick hard strokes of this
many thonged whip across my now burning butt.
The next operation was just out of my sight. My damn
collar had been put on and fastened so I couldn't raise my
head. A warm sensation and hands at my crotch finally let me
know by feel that my pubic hair was being shaved. The crack
of my butt to my belly button were denuded. A strange
feeling this barren skin, and a strange wonder of why?
Apparently my preparation was complete. Down off the table
my hands were again drawn together behind me and fastened. I
was led by David to the doorway and I saw just a flash of
white before a blindfold was in place over my eyes.
Damn. That bothered and upset me worse than the
restraints. In the hallway I sensed the other people there
as I was fastened again to the chain. I bumped against the
next slave ahead of me. I felt enough to know that it was a
female that I'd just touched. The shuffling line of bound
slaves walked a long way, down some stairs and stopped in
what my ears told me must be a large hall. I heard the
rattling of chains and solved that when my chain was removed
and my hands rearranged to allow me to be suspended, arms
overhead and feet off the floor. I could hear some slaves
whimpering in fear and a girl openly crying. Sounded as if
she was on the verge of hysteria. This soon stopped. I
learned later that she'd been gagged. Some one grasped my
ankles and spread my legs wide. They were attached to a bar
that held them in that position. I won't say that I wasn't
alarmed at this treatment and heard some cry out their
outrage and fear. Also heard was the sound of whips striking
vulnerable flesh in answer to those fearful protests. I was
struck lightly by a trainer going by warning, "No noise.
Keep it up and you'll be gagged".
We hung there for what seemed an interminable time. An
anouncement broke the spell, "Now hear this, you will be
moved to the garden. You will do exactly what you are told
to do". I was dropped back to the floor and my blind was
removed, my legs unfastened and my hands again hooked
together behind my back. Many slaves were still dangling in
midair and were being inspected by a small group of men and
women before they were released.
When all were down, the whole group of postulants were
brought out of the building to the garden area at a fast
trot. Trainers dressed in white leather trousers, white caps
and white gloves and carrying white leather whips were all
around us. They herded us like cattle on a roundabout trip
through the park, passing tables with well dressed people
being served drinks and food. We were being paraded! The
girls boobs and buttocks bouncing and jiggling. The men's
erections bobbing and bouncing. The trip ended near a stage.
A stage where the guests were all gathering for the showing
of the new trainees. A girl near me was shoved forward and
lightly whipped to encourage her to step up to the stage.
Standing on a low roundtable she was shown to the crowd by
the ring master. " Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Melissa.
Remember her, when her training is completed I'm sure that
many of you will request her. Melissa you may step down and
parade along the runway"
Melissa stepped down but froze at the beginning of the
runway that wound its way through the tables on the lawn.
The crowd clapped and called to her, " Come on Melissa, show
us what you've got!" A handler swatted her heavily across
her already reddened butt and followed her around the long
walk as the spectators called ou to her. Some very uncouth
remarks. "I'll play a Melissa on those rosy cunt lips" Shake
those globes, Honey"
Melissa ended that long walk crying and shaking. A man with
a large, circumcized penis, so hard that it curved upwards,
was so reluctant that he suffered a battery of blows before
he trotted past the guests.
Randall was waved onto the stage. The Master of ceremonies
introduced him. "Here Ladies is one you'll want to remember.
I know you can't miss the main reason. Ever see a cock to
match this? I have it on good authority that he gives good
head! Randall go give the the girls a close look, and
Stephen't
forget the boys who apreciate a long cock!"
Randall thought, what the hell. They expect a thrill. I'll
give them one. He strolled suggestively. Winking at the
ladies, stopping at some close to the runway and with hip
movement shook his hard-on at them. They yelled and
applauded his strut. Emboldened he made kiss shapes with his
lips and suggestive tongue play at the crowd. They loved it.
The trainers were livid. Several met him as he exited back
to the crowd of would be slaves and threw him to the ground,
held him there, and administered a flurry of whip strokes.
One of them wrote on his back and chest the words "Proud
Slave". One of them knelt down and quietly said, "Tonight
you'll regret that show of independence."
The entire group of slaves was moved to a long, low
building hidden in the shrubbery and trees. Inside we were
lined up and a trainer dressed in black leather faced me,
"Randall, we've been expecting you! We knew you'd be the
proud bastard. And we know how to take that out of you. He
was speaking loud enough for all to hear. He continued,
"This is for all of you. You are here for the use and
gratificatiion of the guests. You must never speak or
complain. YOU will be perfectly compliant to the wishes of
the trainers and especially the guests. Nothing will ever be
Stephene that will break your skin, nor burn you. Nothing
will
leave marks that will not disappear. We are experts at
making you fit the mold."
He had wandered away and thn returned to me, "Randall go
stand by the far wall". That order was accompanied by a cut
of the ever present strap. It was a fierce blow across my
belly. A blow that made me grunt and double over. A blow
came from behind, on my thigh. I was driven to the wall by
at least three trainers working their flat belts.
I was left there as the trainer in black returned to the
others. He headed directly to Melissa whom I hadn't seen
since the ship. Her nude body was breathtaking. Even though
her breasts had been marked with the grease pencil, "Proud
Bitch" and when he turned her the same on her full rounded
buttocks. She too was driven by a flurry of blows to stand
beside me. Yet another male was placed with us. He was
marked by signs reading, "Familiar with guests". A chromed
rack was wheeled in and, after we had been fitted with a sort
of bootee that laced over our feet and ankles, we three were
hung upside down from this rack. I was on one end, Gary on
the far end and Melissa hanging between us. I was conscious
of a burning hate at being thus hung like a side of beef.
The rack was wheeled away and into another hall in the
building. During that ride I was also feeling more naked and
exposed than I ever had been. My cock now tending to follow
gravity and bounce as the wheels met irregularities.
Melissa's breasts also inverted were at times bounced against
me. I could look up and see the barren mons that seemed to
glow with her embarrasment and outrage.
Left alone in this cool barren hall 'til the blood was
drained toward my head made me dizzy and faint. Melissa
began to struggle which made my hard cock touch her belly. A
trainer entered to see her fighting her bonds and knelt down
and grasped her nipples and stretched them down and twisted
her breasts till she cried out. He was joined by another
trainer and they let me down and fastened my hands together
behind me. This was Stephene with both Melissa and Gary. We
were left seated on a bare bench without a back, our bootees
tied to the bench legs. We sat there for what seemed like
hours. The enforced position was extremely wearing and
tiring. Her breasts were pushed forward in this position and
were enticing but unobtainable. She began silently weeping
with tears flowing down her cheeks and accompanied by an
occasional light groan. When the guards did return it was
to further prepare us for what ever waited. The abominable
collars that held our heads high were strapped on and the
strap from our arms was attached to the collar. A tight
helmet over our heads had ear plugs that deadened our
hearing. I was able to feel and see on the others a stout
metal ring attached to the collar just where it touched my
chin. I wondered more about the purpose of this ring than
all the other accoutrements. The imagination is worse than
actuality, or so I thought, as we uncomfortably waited. I
had lost the erection I'd had all morning. Unable to move my
head, only my eyes I couldn't see my companions. I could
hear both of them occasionaly as they sighed and made soft
words of complaint. An eternity passed slowly as we waited.
Finally we were given to the hands of several guards and,
with our bootees removed, were guided into another hall.
This room was dark except for a round, raised stage in the
center: there were spot lights on the stage and on us.
In our line of vision were three poles on the stage. Poles
some eight inches in diameter and painted white. We waited
again and slowly began to hear the sound of an audience
arriving. The scuffle of feet and subdued conversation. I
could see vague forms in the upper rows of seats.
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