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Subject: THE SATAN CLUB 4/4
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 1996/11/24
Message-Id: <57akjs$418@sjx-ixn5.ix.netcom.com>
Organization: Netcom
X-Netcom-Date: Sun Nov 24 3:09:48 PM PST 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
THE SATAN CLUB
by
arthur lake
PART FOUR
Randall
Linda was the beginning of another change in my attitude
toward life. When I first saw her I was appalled. How was I
supposed to be amorous with this pile of soggy, tired old
flesh. The end of the glamour girl image began to fade, as I
reflected on the experience with Linda. What she lacked in
youth and beauty she made up with enthusiasm and gratitude.
I'll remember the look in her eyes as she said, "I wish I'd
known about this kind of sex when I was younger. Never,
never did I have a man as good as you. Thank you for being
so good to an old lady".
The next day I was chided by my trainer for making a
mistake. He said, "Randall, you should never take over and be
the master of the situation. A bad habit. It worked with
that love starved old lady. It won't work tonight. You will
learn to let the guests lead you. Randall come with me, I'll
give you a lesson in remembering. He led Randall to yet
another building through a bar and lounge area. Many guests
were there and Randall was led round through the tables as the
trainer told them, "Randall has made a few mistakes and he's
going hang around for a few hours"
I soon found out what he meant by "hanging around". We
entered an adjoining room, long and narrow. A dimly lit
area. The only lights were small lights on the walls
illuminating erotic photos. The main feature was on each
side of a central aisle long, round pipes ran the length of
the room. Hanging from these fixtures were several
recalcitrant slaves. I was quickly trussed up to hang there.
My feet were trussed together as were my wrists. First my
feet were hoisted and hung from the bar. Then my hands.
There I hung doubled up with my legs spread far enough to
present my butt and sexual equipment to the aisle and
whomever chose to inspect and examine the available slaves.
At first this was humiliating and embarrassing, then became
very uncomfortable. Perhaps thirty minutes passed with no
sound. I was staring at a blond girl opposite with her plump
ass spread to me and her loose labia exposing the view inside
her sex. In turn she was studying the growth of my cock.
She winked at me and shook her backside suggestively. I
diverted my gaze from her and saw other men hanging there,
all with stiff cocks.
The door opened and the waiting crowd entered and scattered
up and down the aisle. First to stop at me was a tall skinny
dame made up heavily trying to disguise her years. She
looked at my exposed cock. Her gaze never lifted to my eyes,
just stared hungrily at my crotch area. She reached out and
gingerly touched my balls. Her hand moved slowly up my stalk
and rather daintily grasped my foreskin beteen thumb and
forefinger and rolled it down to expose my heated cockhead.
I guess there was a convenient jar of ointment close by, she
reached down and came back up with a finger of the grease and
probed my anal opening. She inspected me as if I was a piece
of beef ready to be broiled. She passed on and I was
inspected by a dandified slim Italian or posssibly Greek who
was alone. I hoped he'd decide that I was to large for his
taste.
Some passed by and were satified with a look. A few made a
note of the number that identified me. Later the first
woman, the one who had probed my ass returned with a
companion, a tall lean male dressed in such a manner that I
wondered if he was a male or a transvestite. He repeated the
anal groping and more. He actually leaned to me and ran his
tongue around my corona. She spoke to him, "Please Stephen,
let's have this one", Stephen raised an eyebrow, studied me
and his notes and nodded to her. I silently hoped he'd not
acceed to her choice. A numb er of other people studied me,
groped me and one woman asked me directly, "Do you give good
head?" I nodded yes. Christ, someone save me from Stephen!
I got aother visit from Stephen. This time he studied my
face and then raised a wood paddle and spanked my ass a few
blows. He turned to his companion, "Alright we'll bid for
him!" That is how I learned that we were at auction!. They
then turned to the blonde across from me and discussed her,
probed her, spanked her and left. We were left hanging till
about one o'clock when I was taken down and after a few
minutes of walking and exercize to relieve the strain I'd
been subjected to for most of the morning, I was led to the
auction block. The bidding was quite spirited but Stephen
wanted me more than others that placed bids.
I was marched back to the slave area where late that
afternoon I was prepped for the fate that waited. I hoped
that Stephen wasn't as weird as he appeared but with not a
real firm belief that he was anything but what I'd seen.
After my rectal purge my already greased bung was skewered
with a butt plug. This had on it a spicy goo that warmed my
rectum and was slightly uncomfortable. The same treatment to
my cock with a gob of this goo left under my foreskin, which
raised my lance to it's full extension. My hands were
tethered behind my back and attached to the leather chest
band. I was hung from a pole and carried swinging below this
bar carried by two male attendants to the suite of my masters
for the evening. Ignominiously carried, swinging in cadence
to their step, through the public rooms to my fate. In the
suite my buyers were not in sight and I was left hanging
there, the pole supported by tripods at each end. It was
about ten minutes before they appeared. My fears were
correct. Stephen arrived in a sheer boudoir gown! His
paramour in a baby doll one piece.
Stephen's anatomy was visible through the lacy gown. I
turned my head to watch the mincing steps of this travesty,
saw the 6 inch heeled pumps and the lacy frothed bra. What I
couldn't really see clearly was what appeared to be a loose
tan cloth at Stephen's crotch.
My attention moved to Gloria. At least Gloria wasn't
disguised as anything she wasn't, a lean lanky stack of bones
that really was female. She hadm't even had breast
augmentation but did need it. Gloria captured my attention
first, she headed to my farther end suspended at the right
height for her to kneel and grasp my cock to stroke and
fondle. She reached my shaved and perfumed anus as Stephen
spread his robe and diverted my attention from Gloria and her
plaything.
The thing I had seen that looked like a tan fold of cloth
at Stephen's crotch was a part of Stephen. A large droopy piece
of
of skin. Like a very large cock without anything in it!. As
if the skin was still there without the cock in it. Stephen
said, "Let me show you what the doctors did for you! I
wanted to have a cunt but they said that it wouldn't work
right but this would. Stephen pulled the saggy skin open and
hiding in there was a tiny cock-- no it was more like a very
large clitoris!. I haven't tried it except Gloria has had
her hand in and massaged me, and it's better than having a
cock. I hope it'll be good for you"
Stephen went down to the other end and asked Gloria, "How is
it? Looks wonderful" I couldn't see very well what was going
on down there but now that my attention was back to that end
I felt her tongue scooping the cinnamon from my butt.
Suddenly this changed as Stephen rolled my foreskin back and
gulped my cock in where his tongue worked at raising my
flagging erection. This felt different than any blow job
that I'd ever had before. It dawned on me why it was
different, Stephen had removed his false teeth and was gumming
my
cock! Which did work very well. Stephen got up and said,
"Let's
get him on the bed. They loosed me from the bar and put me
on the bed on all fours. I was wondering just why they
wanted me that way?
I soon found out, Gloria was really Louis! She/He/it was
immediately over my upraised rear and removed the butt plug
and filled me again with it's cock. This was NOT the high
point of my life at the club! The high point of the evening
occured after I received Gloria' load and Stephen lay down and
urged me to come over him. He held his flap of skin open and
guided ny cock into that hole and then tightened it around me
with his hand and stroked me. I could feel that exagerated
clit against my organ and Stephen puffing his passion. He did
manage to get me off. Gloria and Stephen were acting
disappointed at my lack of enthusiasm for this session and
tied me to the bar by my hands as I stood there Gloria gave
me a blow job as Stephen beat my ass with a wooden paddle.
The paddle was the most enervating part of the evening, until
these two introduced me to the special added attraction.
They'd also arranged a voyerism for their amusement.
The blonde whose pussy had been pointed at me during our
display earlier that day entered and was hung by her feet
from the bar. Hung facing me, her pretty pink pussy facing
me and my hardening lance convenient to her lips and tongue.
Blondy was an expert cocksucker and I rested my forehead on
her crotch while I ate at the Y. You guessed it, Blondy and I
were lashed with small short cat's while we enjoyed each
other!
Stephen let us down and we stood to one side as Stephen stood
face to face with Louis/ Gloria as he took her cock into his
flap of skin and stroked it till she came. Blondy whispered
to me, "You're great. Hope sometime we can get it on!?
The guards took us back to our rooms and ended a night that
was-well- different. A night that, thank god, I never had to
repeat.
The next day I was started serving tables by one of the
swimming pools. The costume was not innovative if you
overlook it's brevity. A stiff collar, wing tips and a red
bow tie. Plus a butt plug with a long horse hair tail. Oh
yes, sandals. As the cartoon character used to say, "That's
all folks".
After the first two days of this chore I can assure you
that it is possible to sustain an erection for many hours.
In this situation at the club about the time my flag started
to fall the warm glances from the guests and frequent test
feels from the ladies, (also the boys), kept the flag flying
Occasionally an exceptionally uninhibited guest would grasp
my main attraction firmly and draw me close for a taste test.
The fourth day I learned a lesson, if you're going to serve
tables in the bright sun while nude you'd better oil your
cock with suntan lotion! I knew that my prod was sore but
didn't know how damn sore it was till the following happened.
That day a new waitress was assigned to the shift at the
pool. A very beautiful sexy black girl. All eyes were on
her, large firm breasts bouncing as she hurried from table to
table, shapely thighs topped by jiggling buttocks with a
blonde tail following, set the stage for what followed. One
lady that I'd been serving for the last few days grasped my
erection and said, "Randall, how'd you like to have this
disappear into that black hole?" I thought that was an
excellent idea and nodded an eager yes. Next thing I know
the handlers has found a bench and strapped the black girl
face down. They stood me there while another slave girl
removed the butt plug and tail from the Black and greased her
bung while another girl coated my lance with the cinnamon
lotion. I was pushed to lean over this enticing study in
black and guided to her coal black rosette. My cock was so
sore that I think the entrance was a good deal more traumatic
to me than to her. Bouncing off the very protuberant and
rubbery buttocks and the tight massage of my cock created
such pleasure for me that I soon forgot about the cheering
audience. The black girl was also entering into the game
with enthusiasm and shoving her beautiful ass up to me. When
I came in her and stepped back the girl was released from her
bonds. She rolled over, spread her legs and spread her cunt
open and motioned for me to reenter. I had enough passion
stored up to welcome this second round and the crowd was
roaring their pleasure. As I pumped the girl to wave after
wave of release she was reciprocating, meeting the thrashing
of my hips. It seems that this impromptu show delighted the
guests present so that Coral and I were selected to be
headliners at the Saturday night Saturnalia.
Cindy
I kept informed about Randall's progress. Something that I
ordinarily didn't do. Not with some 2,000 guests coming and
going every week and being served by some 1200 slaves. Not
to mention the cadre of trainers and helpers to supervise.
When the paper came across my desk and I saw Randall was
scheduled for the show Saturday night, and with that arrogant
black bitch, I realized my passionate need for him. I'd
brought him here to break him and his arrogant independence.
I saw that this wasn't going to happen. The son of a bitch
was manipulating the handlers, the slaves and the guests. He
was collecting material for another book. We'd pay him his
quarter of a million for services rendered and then he'd make
five Mil. from the publishers. I also knew that I loved him.
I doubted that I was more than a good lay and a story to him.
Damn his Black soul!.
I knew I had to let him know that I wanted him discredited
and humiliated. I called Eric, Eric the Red, to my office.
Eric was in charge of the one rotunda on the midway that
would present the once a week special for the weekend guests.
We modified the scheduled show.
ERIC
Mistress Cindy had never Stephene this before. Never changed
a
script for the Saturnalia to satisfy her interest in one
special slave. She was transparent in her need to make
Randall an object of ridicule. I wondered if she'd be
successful. The individual slaves were never aware of our
plans for them. Except in this case Randall thought that he
and Coral were an act to themselves.
Some of the guests who had seen the unplanned display at
the pool had extended their stay to see this show. Those who
hadn't been there were not going to miss the encore. Those
arriving for the weekend soon learned of it.
Two such attractive slaves who had a superheated allure for
each other were not common. That their passion would be
aborted and kinked would be a traumatic change.
Randall
Saturday afternoon. I was scrubbed and anointed. My
rectum was flushed and prepared with a plug with a long
spring loaded tail waving behind me. My skin was tinted with
a very dark red pigment. Exaggerated dark eyebrows were
painted over my own and last a head band was placed on me
sporting a pair of short horns. Horns that appeared to be
more black cocks than horns. All this with no explanation.
I looked in a mirror and saw that indeed I was a devil!.
Shortly after this was Stephene I was led to an anteroom and
seated to wait for my entrance to the showroom. It was a
long wait and my imagination was running riot trying to
imagine what scenario they had arranged for Coral and me.
THE SHOWROOM
In the showroom the crowd was rapidly filling all the seats
in this large auditorium. It was a show in the round with a
central stage. Around the room nude slaves were tied to the
walls above the top rows of seats. Men and women alternately
standing on small platforms and fastened in place. The
elevated central stage had nude slaves lying down in a sort
of frieze just below and around the perimeter. Hanging from
the high ceiling was a collosal penis. The auditorium lights
dimmed and the stage lights went up. The giant cock lowered
to within a foot of the floor and with a fanfare the sides of
the statue opened. Four doors opened with a beautiful maiden
attached to each door. These girls were dressed in togas.
They were all postulants making their first appearance. The
trainers came on stage and lifted the girls down. The togas
were removed to reveal that the toga was all they wore. They
were lifted back onto the doors and attached with arms up and
spread and their ankles were attached with legs spread. The
prioapic pedastal they rode began slowly turning. Four
trainers around the central rack struck each girl as she
passed by, which soon produced moans from the four youngsters
and turned their posteriors a pretty pink. The slap of
leather was the only other sound as the cock turned. The
blows became heavier and the wails of the maidens peaked.
The audience responded with applause. The slap of leather on
butt skin became faster as the cock turned faster. The
trainers changed instruments and with canes reddened the
thighs and backs of the would be slaves. The lights changed
to a red cast as the doors closed and the giant hard-on
retreated up and out of sight.
A master of ceremonies entered and made a short speech, "As
most of you know man's true nature gets buried in tradition,
habit, social mores and religion. The reaction to external
input through the body's receptors is modified by these
artificial programming shields. Pain and sexual response are
often difficult to identify and act upon. The training of
slaves here clears this anomaly by mixing the two until they
become automatic and equally pleasureable. Most of these
alcolytes will detest the discipline for some time. By the
time they have finished the period that they have volunteered
for they will be new people. Never more untrammeled by old
errors."
He left with that and the stage lights went out. When the
stage lights returned there were six nude men on stage. All
facing the audience displaying extraordinarily large
erections. Trainers went to each one and attached bob
weights to each man's cock. They added lead washers to each
bob weight until the penis droop was very noticeable. The
trainers stood behind each man and, using a bundle of canes
dipped in salt water, whipped their butts. Tears and
grimaces were evident and also visible was the weighted cocks
restore themselves to the horizontal or above.
The master of ceremonies voice returned, "Now you have
observed that the painful whipping was transformed into a
sexual reaction". The lights dimmed again and when they came
back, revealed six nude maidens, one standing behind each
man. The girls, on command, moved in front of the man ahead
and were supported by their man's hands under their buttocks.
All six girls then settled down and guided the erections into
their cunts. Once they were firmly and fully impalad the
trainers moveŸ
half inside. Slow fucking motion continued with each stroke
stretching her a bit more and very slowly more and more cock
disappeared. Coral was agitated by slave girl who lay across
her body and tongue lashed Coral's clit. Coral began to
shiver and shake with this multiple attack on her senses.
The precum waves inside Coral brought the enormous invader to
his climax and as he pulled out the accumulated fluids welled
out of her tortured vagina.
The crowd dispersed to go and relieve the passions aroused
by the show.
I was returned to my quarters and slept fitfully. I was
awakened and went through the ritual cleansing. This morning
I was part of another diversion that occured once a week at
this club of horrors. 28 male slaves were led to a special
hall that they called the "Corridor of Musical Cocks". This
was along narrow high ceilinged room that had benches along
each wall. We were stood on this bench, fourteen men on each
side. An opague plastic cuttain was dropped in front of the
men. This curtain had oval openings at intervals and the
mens pubic areas fitted through these holes. The space
between the rows of cocks sprouting from the curtains were
barely wide enough for one person to stand. When all this
was arranged, 29 women were brought to an area where they
could look down this line of disembodied cocks and balls. It
was called to their attention that one of them would be left
without a cock. It was up to them how they selected the one
they wanted and to protect it till the melee was called to a
halt!
The gate holding the ladies fell and a few front runners
dashed to the opposite end of the hall and indiscriminately
grasped a cock at random. Soon the corridor was a solid mass
of females trying to claim a special prize. Being pushed
away and losing their grasp on the cock of choice. Arguing
over who had possesion. A few had found the surest way to
claim and keep their selection.They buried the cock in their
mouths and by pushing the plastic around the mens hips they
had something to hold onto. The whistle announcing the end
of the competition sounded with two gals in a hair pulling
fight over the last remaining unclaimed cock. The girls then
attached a 'claim check ' to the appendage they'd managed to
hold onto. If they wished they had an exclusive for the
entire weekend.
I had a change of luck for the weekend. The lady who'd
tagged me was a new member and was quite unsophisticated.
When alone with her I soon detected that she wasn't really
into the B&D scene. She abashedly explained that she was a
one time guest of a regular member. Angelina was 44 years
old and, as she bashfully put it, --a bachelor girl. I asked
her what exactly that meant. She blushed as she told me that
it differed from an old maid. A bachelor girl has never been
married. An old maid has never been married or nothing.
In many ways she was out of place in the club. She was
obvioously ill at ease with me with no clothes. She sneaked
glances at my cock and finally threw me a towel an said,
"Dammit, I can't talk with that, ah that, thing staring at
me!."
I covered myself with the towel and reminded her, "I'm not
allowed to wear anything. I could get severely whipped if I
did."
An idea came to me and I said to her, "If we are going to
spend some time together, perhaps we'd both be more
comfortable if you were nude!"
Her reponse was not what I'd anticipated. She blushed
considering that proposal and replied, "I-ah, oh hell. I
came to take a break from being celibate. I know you're
right. It's just that I'm not so young and not so sexy as
these young girls."
"You are being to severe with yourself," I helped her, "To
me you are quite beautiful. Sexy isn't a matter of beauty.
Sexy is an attitude. The most satisfying relationship I've
had since I've been here was a very old lady. She had no
bodily beauty at all. She had an inner beauty of character
that more than compensated for her lack of classic beauty."
"Thank you. I Stephen't know if that will apply to me. But
dammit, I might as well get with the whole atmosphere around
here. I'll go and ah-disrobe. OK?"
"I'd rather you'd let me do that for you! Then we can
share a shower and a hot tub. OK?"
"Oh my, oh hell yes, yes. I'd like that!"
I wrapped the towel around my waist and took her and and
led her to the bedroom. She was blushing as I started to
unbutton her shirt waist. I let the shirt stay hanging loose
as I undid her skirt snap and opened the zipper. The skirt
fell around her feet and she stood woodenly head hanging and
the pink blush spreading. The shirt I moved off her
shoulders and then it was obvious, she'd prepared for this
moment. She had on the sexiest undies that Fredericks had
ever sold!. Black panty hose with open crotch and buttocks
A one pc bra and waist cincher that stopped just above her
mound. The bra didn't do much except lift and accentuate her
breasts. A tiny red string bikini covered her puss, barely
covered it!. I lifted her head and said, "You were worried
about your beauty! You were concerned about sexy looks!
You've got more in that department than any girl here!"
Her eyes hadn't met mine yet. I leaned to her and brushed
her lips with mine. Angelina sighed as she said, "Oh, that's
so nice". She wrapped her arms around me and offered her
lips to me. I pressed her lips and let my tongue just barely
wipe lightly across her lips. They softened and parted a
bit. Her tongue was touching mine, very lightly. I wound my
hand around and placed it softly against her waist. She
moaned and melted against me. I pulled her hips against me.
Close enough that my growing cock was pressed against her.
She shuddered and I pulled my head back to see her eyes
spilling tears. I asked her,"Angel, are you scared? Are you
afraid?"
"Some, but mostly thankful. I'm glad I found such a nice
considerate man. You make me happy".
I pushed her away and looked her, "We should go now to the
shower. I want to admire your undies for a moment. They're
great." Having said that I turned her and released the
velcro that held her one pc corselet. I grasped the string
bikini to push it down and found that it was a breakaway.
Now clad in only the open panty hose I reached around and
wrapped my arms and cupped her nice breasts. Now my towel
had a buldge that pressed to her buttocks. She pressed back
against that hard spot. I flicked the towel loose and
suddenly my cock was pressed into the valley separating her
full round and warm rear. Angelina gasped at this contact.
She purred as I massaged her breasts and she squirmed her
buttocks further into that soft warm cradle. I said, "We had
better hit the shower. We need to be all squeaky clean and
smelling nice, huh?" She answered by releasing the waist
band of those revealing stockings and rolling them down and
off. She took my hand and led me to the shower stall.
The warm spray flowed over us and we started this adventure
of exploration. I soaped her back, her buttocks, and moved
my hands around to soap and massage her breasts and belly. I
squatted to do her legs and feet. My hands moved up her
thighs and before I even got near her bushy mound she was
quivering and her knees were shaking. I asked her, "Is the
shower too cold?"
"Oh no Randall, it's just that-ah-uh- do you have any idea
how long it has been?. Not since I was in college!. Then it
was not as sweet as this. You are so wonderful. I am so
glad I came here".
My hand went up to her mound and passed over her hair and
worked the soap into her bush. She nearly jumped through the
ceiling. I turned her under the spray and flushed the soap
away. "Now it's your turn. You wash me".
"Oh damn, I'm shaking."
With that objective I was back on my territory. This now
ecame a business deal. I found that the big honcho, if you
will the Grand Madam of the slave population, was Cindy, a
wheeler dealer. Then I knew I'd get Randall out of here.
Actually it was no contest when I talked to Cindy. She
readily admitted that Randall would never do as a slave. He
was too strong willed, she said, "We tried to break him. He
just grins and bears it and then goes on his way. I hope you
do realize that you can't keep him around. Better you should
cage an eagle. The only reason he was here was to collect
information for a book".
She took his clothes to him and said, "You're free to
leave."
For a change Randall seemed to be surprised, and stammered,
"What! Wa, uh how come?"
"Because you dont't belong here!"
"I don't! Where do I belong?"
"With me. For a while at least, please. I need you."
said this like a little girl asking for a treat.
Randall pondered that and then slowly put his clothes on.
Turned to her and, with his best smile, pulled close to kiss
her. "You spoiled my escape plan. I'll have to make up that
part of the book".
She acted surprised, "What book?"
"I plan to write an investigative book on the world of B&D
then asked him, "WillI be a chapter for your
book?"
"At least two chapters. You have a lot to learn. I
suppose you do want to learn more".
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