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Subject:      THE SATAN CLUB 3/4
From:         rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date:         1996/11/24
Message-Id:   <57akio$a67@sjx-ixn7.ix.netcom.com>
Organization: Netcom
X-Netcom-Date: Sun Nov 24  3:09:12 PM PST 1996
Newsgroups:   alt.sex.stories

                         THE SATAN CLUB
                              by ARTHUR LAKE
                              PART THREE

         Cindy

           I knew that he'd became aware of my presence.  His
         apprehension of the whipping posts was apparent.  The
         whipping wouldn't be any worse than he'd already experienced,
         but the way he was restrained, the audience, the effect of a
         spectacle was showing.  He was trembing, humiliated and his
         eyes were darting about.  His body was aglow with sweat, yes
         his cock was hard and shook with his body.  His throat showed
         the swallowing of saliva flow.  I hoped he'd not break.  Many
         postulants, whether they be men or women lost all control at
         this point.  I could see and smell panic from them.  I
         reached up and touched his temple.  I felt the racing heart
         beat.  He knew I was there.  I said to the guard, "Blindfold
         him".  This apparently was the last straw.  Randall's voice,
         unsteady, "Please no."  I intercepted the whip the guard was
         about to use.  "Hold on.  Remember, I want to be proud of
         you".  The spectacle was about to begin and the three were
         lifted up to the posts.  As Melissa was being attached to the
         post she broke and struggled and cried out.  The ball gag was
         stuffed into her mouth.  Her panic could still be heard as
         uncontrolled gurgling.  Randall was held aginst the post as a
         strap was passed around his upper chest and around the post.
         Then the worst part of this bondage, the ring at his collar
         was fastened to the peg at the top of the post and the post
         raised till his chin was held by the notch in the post.  His
         whole body was shaking like a leaf in a high wind.  He didn't
         break till I signaled them to place the gag in his mouth.  He
         unsuccessfully fought that as now his hearing, his voice his
         eyes were muffled.  He instinctively knew that without those
         his sensation of the whips would intensify and consume him.
         I was familiar with the emotions in this room when we had
         this tableaux set and ready.  You could sense the audience
         and the actors at the posts in many ways.  The audience were
         quiet awaiting the whish and slap of the whips but a low
         undertone of heavy breathing permeated the room.  The muffled
         hysteria of those about to receive punishment was then barely
         audible.  Then there was the smell, somewhat like the smell
         of fear and sex.  A smell that normally you wouldn't notice
         except some of the faint odor was rising from your own body.

           When the audience saw the first flat leather paddle rise
         they held their breath.  When the splat of the paddle against
         flesh sounded they let that breath go, then with six paddles
         raining blows on the sweating buttocks, backs and legs of
         the three recalcitrant souls, the audience broke into a buzz
         of encouragement to the whip men.  As this went on and the
         postulants, hanging by their chins, were flailing their legs
         about, their cries were audible even with the gags in place.
         Randall had his arms tight around the pole and his toes
         pushing at the ground.  Sweat poured from his body.  Melissa
         lost control and urinated.  Gary pushed at the pole with his
         knees which allowed the paddles to curl farther around his
         torso.  Both men ejaculated before the whipping stopped.  A
         Bachannal erupted in the stands.  Many couple were on the
         floor.  Cocks were being sucked and cunts were being tongued.
         The few in the audience still aware of the continued whipping
         were shouting for it to continue.  When the three slaves had
         all collapsed from sheer exhaustion and hung there quietly
         the whipping stopped.  Their backs from shouldeer to heels
         were flaming red.

         Randall

           I regained my senses lying on a soft couch and became aware
         of hands oiling my backside.  My whole being was on fire.  I
         was breathing in hoarse staccato uneven rhythm.  Even my limp
         cock felt abused and as much belabored as my buttocks.  A
         soft stroke brushed my wet hair away from my eyes and Cindy
         bent to kiss my cheek.  "See, dear, you are alright.  When
         you feel like it I'll treat you till you're back to normal".

           Apparrently I fell asleep because when I awakened I was in
         a bright sunlit room.  My backside felt no better, but what
         had really awakened me was real shock.  Cindy had my head
         cradled on her nude lap and her breasts teased at my mouth.
         I felt my cock being manipulated by a warm mouth.  With great
         effort I looked back to see another girl busy between my
         spread legs.  She was tongue laving my burning member.  It
         felt so good.  The burning was going away and the sweet
         saliva bath was like a cool breeze.  Cindy spread her thighs
         and turned my head to allow me to nuzzle her bare sweet mons.
         Soon her sweet fluids came to my mouth and these seemed to be
         palliative to my hurts.  A lot of the burning flame in my
         body seemed to flow from me as I released my seed to the avid
         mouth suckling at my cock.  It was then that I knew, I really
         knew that pain and sex have a bond that can't be denied.

           Cindy dismissed the other girl and pushed me on my side and
         lay spoon like against my back.  Her hand cuddled my cock and
         testes and her breasts cooled my back.  This treatment was in
         one fashion or another went on all the next two days.  I
         seemed to have an unprecedented appetite for the girls and
         the ability to keep them busy with this delighful aftermath.

           I was then returned to the slave quarters and was now the
         most enthusiastic, compliant slave there.  I was bathed
         daily by the slave girls and this kept me constantly hard.
         Daily trips to the exercize yard demomnstrated that I kept
         an erection almost constantly.  The trainers had observed my
         new connection to the whip and took great delight in applying
         their short quirts when ever my cock headed down.  I was
         really brain washed because that action would restore my
         erection.  I guess that they felt that I could pass on to
         some advanced training.

         Cindy

           I gave instructions to Randall's trainer to move him on to
         see how he reacted to serving some guests.  We had some
         guests who liked to enter into the training of new slaves.  I
         wanted to see how he performed with strangers.  The first one
         I observed.  We sent him to an older lady who was not so
         great looking.  She was overweight and her body was saggy and
         wrinkled.  I will say this about her, she was clever with a
         slave and managed to lead them well to satisfy her.  Of
         course they knew that failure to keep a customer happy would
         result in whippings and labor they wouldn't like.

           Randall was briefed about what his part in this play would
         be.  He was entered into her suite crawling on all fours with
         his cuffs and waist belt in place.  He didn't look up at her
         until she ordered him to do so.  From my hiding place I saw a
         small look of disappointment flash across his otherwise
         expressionless face.  Linda had a small whip in hand and
         brushed it lightly across his butt.  I Stephen't think it
really
         bothered him but he winced and shrank away.  She spoke to
         him, "You may speak to me if I need an answer.  My name is
         Linda.  Crawl to the bed and with your knees on the floor lay
         your body on the bed".  When he was in that position she sat
         beside him and with a hand felt his still slightly red butt,
         slid a hand down and felt at his anus.  She continued and
         grasped and hefted his bag of balls.  She pulled his half
         hard cock back under him and stroked it and rolled his
         foreskin back.  "Looks very nice.  Do you know what to do
         with it?"

           Randall answered very quietly, "Yes mam.  I'll do my very
         best for you"

           Linda spread her thick thighs apart and threw her robe open
         as she directed him, "Come over here between my legs and let
         me stroke your pretty ass while you warm me up.  Come on, put
         your arms up over my legs and start at my knees."  Randall did
         as directed and as he tongued his way up her thighs she
         reddened his back with her little whip.  When he was then
         closer she was able to bring the quirt into play over his
         buttocks.  He moved his hands in and spread her lower lips
         open and Linda jumped as his extended tongue slid along her
         loose labia.  He grasped her big fat lips in his teeth and
         pulled at them.  The further his tongue pentrated the harder
         she beat on his ass.  The harder she struck the harder his
         cock became.  She quit the whipping when he struck and sucked
         her clit in and held her rather large clitoris in his teeth
         while his tongue played her nerves.  Her beringed hands had
         him by the ears pulling him in to her widespread cunt where
         her fluids laved his cheeks.  Randall let his hands creep up
         her belly and carress her breasts as his tongue brought her
         close to a cum.  She was wiggling her ass on the bed as he
         continued his nibbling, sucking and tongueing of her cavern.
         He was emboldened to twist and knead her tits.  Linda was
         joyfully in a steady state almost constant climax.  She
         finally cried out "stop" and fell back on the bed.  Breathing
         heavily Linda ordered him up on the bed and had him straddle
         her chest.  Sitting on her pillowy tits she engulfed his
         steely cock and sucked till she asked him, "Are you ready?

           Randall answered her by placing himself between her thighs
         and guiding his erection to her moist grotto.  Linda shrieked
         with pure happiness as he filled her hungry tunnel.  Slowly
         sliding in and out of her he built her to several shivering,
         loud, yelping, tension filled experiences before he started
         stroking hard and short and unloaded his hot lava into her
         and set off a mammoth climax that left Linda bleary eyed and
         weeping.  When she returned to the game she found him lying
         on her with his tongue back in her crotch and his cock aimed
         at her mouth.

           This continued till Linda repeated her series of quakes and
         was so sated she asked him to quit.  He turned and entered
         his still ready weapon back into her and lay quite still.
         She savored this connection till He whispered something to
         her.  What he asked her, "Would my mistress enjoy a little
         spanking or perhaps a rest before we go on?  May I
         suggest that you might want to have my miserable cock pierce
         miladies backside!"

           Linda was so happy with Randall she answered, "You are a
         marvel.  I need to rest awhile.  Then we can try your
         suggestion!"

           Randall lay beside the old lady cuddling her close, kissing
         her and tonguing her ears and neck.  He played with her
         mammoth saggy breasts and with her turned away from him idly
         stroked her thighs and let her feel his reviving stalk
         against her butt.

           I was satisfied that Randall was ready for the regular
         introduction to the clientel.  I left them alone at that
         point and you'll have to be assured that he properly buggered
         the elder lady.

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