[Previous] [Next] [Hitlist] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 8 of 163 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. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Previous] [Next] [Hitlist] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Home Power Search Post to Usenet Ask DN Wizard Help Why use DN? | Advertising Info | New Features! | Policy Stuff Copyright © 1996 Deja News, Inc. All rights reserved.