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Subject: The Club Part 4 of 6 (mf, ff, con, nc)
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*********************** W A R N I N G ************************
This story contains material and dialog of an adult sexual nature.
If you are offeneded by sex, non-consentual sex, bondage, and torture;
DO NOT READ THIS STORY!!!
Please continue reading only if you are 18 years or older and reading this
does not break any law in your community, city, state, or country!
This story is written for the sole purpose of entertainment. It is not
written for profit and cannot be transmitted, reproduced or otherwise
traded for profit.
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Part 4
It was not possible for me to sleep. Too many thoughts were
running through my mind. It didn't matter anyway, soon after I had laid
down, the lights in my room brightened. I wasn't sure what to do, so I
waited. A few announcements came over the P.A. system from a speaker in
my room, requesting that various girls report to the shuttle area. Then the
red headed girl entered my room. Today she was wearing a white jacket.
Maybe she had been promoted? "Good morning Monica. Please take
shower and shave your legs, dry your hair, put on basic make-up, and clean
clothing. You may use the lavatory. Then find a seat in the lounge and wait
for me to return for you. Read a book." "OK", I replied blankly. As I
headed down the hallway, I heard her give the same message to Monica.
Other women were up and about. I quickly showered, made myself up, and
dressed in fresh panties and top. Then I walked to the lounge and found an
empty chair. I picked up the book, 'How To Fulfill Your Partners Sexual
Fantasies'. It figured! I pretended to read. A few moments later, Monica
came in and took a seat near me. I wanted to speak with her, but there
were to many other girls in the room, although they all looked engrossed in
their books. Suddenly Tripp's voice came over the P.A. I almost jumped
out of my chair.
"Will all girls on the dorm levels please report to their respective
lounges! I have important information to show you." Girls began to file in
from all the hallways, some still nude and dripping from the showers. A
large screen descended from the ceiling against the back wall of the lounge.
A projector also appeared from an panel in the ceiling. Other small panels
around the room slid up, revealing TV screens. Then Tripp came in to
view. He was in a white room, wearing the same medical garments.
Various tables and devices could be seen behind him. I began to sweat.
"Ladies, last night one of our staff members misplaced her level 2 jacket.
You shall all now witness her punishment!" The camera panned to the right
and a girl came into view. It was the bus driver from last night! Oh my god,
I had her jacket! She was attached to some sort of a low, slanted machine.
Her legs were bent at the knees behind her, with a strap binding her ankles
to her upper thighs. She was laying on her back, angled at 45 degrees. Her
hands and arms were strapped at her sides. The machine only supported her
from the waist up. Her lower body was held in place by other rods
extending from the machine to her bound legs which were side-by-side.
Tripp was in the process of attaching wires to her thighs, breasts, and
forehead. He used small silver squares of tape. The camera zoomed in on
her face. There were tears in her eyes, but she was silent. Tripp began to
turn a crank on the side of the machine. Slowly, her legs were spread apart,
revealing her tender passage. I thought of how she had tasted the night
before!
Tripp rolled another small machine up to the girl. He locked it in
place in front of her legs. He walked away, and returned into view with two
probe attachments in hand. The camera zoomed to a close-up as he attached them
to the machine, only inches from her vagina and asshole. The lower one,
aimed toward her ass, looked like what Tripp had used on me the other
day. But the thing aimed at her pussy was huge! It was a black conical
shaped device, about eight inches in length. The front started at a point,
and expanded to about five inches in diameter at the back. The whole thing
was covered with small knobs and bumps. Tripp spoke to the girl, "Lisa,
the punishment for loosing your jacket shall be 6 hours of near orgasmic
pleasure with no relief!" The girl shook her head and said softly, "please
noooo." He flipped a switch. The anal probe pushed forward into her tight
anal cavity. She cried out softly. Then the black cone began to rotate. The
small knobs raised and lowered as it turned. A clear liquid oozed from
other small pin holes. It moved forward to enter her. Slowly it spread her
lips apart. Wider and wider, deeper and deeper it pushed. Halfway in, she
began to struggle. "It's tooo big, please stop. Nooo moreee! The cone
continued to enter her, rotating as it went. Until finally it stopped, close to
being fully inserted. She was breathing hard now, tears streaming down her
face. Then the probe began to back out a few inches, and plunge back in!
She grunted in pain, or was it becoming pleasure. "Ohhhhh, soooooo
bigggg. Feeeeelss soooooo gooood!" In and out it went, the bumps flicking
against her clit. "Ahh Ahhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhh...Noooooooooo" The black cone pulled all the way back
out. She lay there, panting, sweat covering her entire body. Then the
process started over. "Let this be a lesson to all of you!", Tripp said. Then
he walked out the door. Once again Lisa was stretched to her limits. This
time her orgasm began to build much faster. The last thing we heard as the
picture faded out was "Noooooooooooo!"
Most of the girls seemed in a trance as they stared at the now blank
screens. Then a female voice over the P.A. said, "All girls please return to
your activities. The cafeteria is open for breakfast." Food! I hadn't eaten
for days. Just then the red head approached me. "I will show you to the
cafeteria. After eating, you are to report to the training center." She led
Monica and myself to the elevator, and down to the ground level. Other
woman came with us. Once outside, we headed down a path to the right,
toward a one story building. I hadn't noticed the path or the building the
night before. A canopy covered the walkway, blocking the bright sun.
Trees and tropical plants were everywhere. The front door led into a wide
hall. At the end, two double doors were open wide, leading to the cafeteria.
Our guide pointed out a door on the left marked 'Training'. The cafeteria
was a large room with many rows of tables. A line of girls formed on one
side, leading past the service area. I was given a tray of fresh fruit, cereal,
toast, milk, and juice. We all took a seat at an empty table. Although there
were sounds of people eating, no one spoke to anyone else. Most of the
girls were dressed the same as I. Some had white jackets. Monica finished
quickly and headed out. I tried not to look rushed, but I didn't want to
loose her. After dumping my tray in the designated area (just like in
elementary school), I went out into the hall and entered the training center.
I expected the worst, but was surprised to find a small sloping lecture hall
with a stage, podium, white board, and screen. I spent the next two hours
watching a training video. Most of it was narrated by Tripp. We were told
how to act and behave in the dormitory, and other non-client areas. We
were told how to act and behave when with the clients. Mostly, we had to
do what ever we were told. The cafeteria was open for three meals a day.
A fitness room was also available and we were required to stay in shape.
Once a month we would have to report to the medical center for a 'check-
up'. I assumed this is when the nipple clamps would be refilled with more
ORG-X. After the video ended, a girl came out from a door at the front
and greeted us. We were told to report back here again tomorrow after
breakfast. Then we were dismissed back to our rooms. The day wasn't
turning out to be that hard after all!
When I returned to my room, Tripp was sitting on my bed. It took
all my will power to act calm. "Ah, Rachel. I've been waiting for my two
latest creations to return. We have much to do today. How are you
feeling?" "I feel fine sir.", I replied. "Good! Please follow me up to the
medical center." I turned, and walked out of my room. Tripp walked up to
Monica's room and asked her to come also. He led the way to the elevator.
I kept telling myself, "Remain calm, remain calm". The medical floor had a
small waiting lounge and two hallways leading off in both directions. We
entered a large white room with many counters, odd looking beds, and
other devices. "Remove your tops.", he said nonchalantly. "Oh god!", I
though to myself. Monica lifted her tee-shirt over her head revealing her
soft firm breasts. I did the same. "Monica, please lay on your back for me."
He led Monica to one of the odd beds and she laid down. The bed had
brown leather padding, and no sheet. Leather straps were mounted in
various places. With these, he strapped down Monica's legs, arms, and
waist. "Your turn Rachel!" I thought of running for the door. Or maybe I
should try and attack Tripp. But I was to scared. I laid down on the second
bed without saying a word. Soon I was helpless.
Tripp pressed an unseen button on the side of the bed, and I felt it
begin to raise in the middle. Soon my body was arched up. My naked
breasts felt even more exposed. He did the same to Monica. "Now girls,
tonight is a big night. I'm going to show you two off to some of the most
senior club members. But first we have to make a few improvements. Many
of the club members have complained that they can't remember your
names. So I've invested in a new machine." He brought out a rectangular
box with straps in both sides and a small keypad on the top. Then he
attached it to the outside of my upper thigh. I started to shake. "I'm not in
the mood for any loud screaming or crying, so we'll need to use this." With
that, he put a ball gag in my mouth! I watched in terror as he plugged the
wire from the device into a wall socket. Then he tapped something into the
keypad. "Just relax Monica." Suddenly I felt a searing pain in my leg.
"MMMMmmmmmmmmffffffff." My body tensed...., and then relaxed as
the pain subsided. "There, that wasn't so bad." The bastard removed the
device from my leg and walked over to Monica. I watched as he repeated
the process. Monica also tried to scream out in pain through her gag. When
he removed the box, I could see small black letters burned in her skin. They
spelled 'Monica K'. Beneath them was a number, '900002'. We had just
been branded.
"Now for something we haven't been able to do with the other
girls." This time he started with Mon. He brought out a plastic case and
opened it on a table next to hers. From it, he removed some sort of hand
held device. He pulled back a lever, as if cocking it. The end had a flat
donut shape. Then he began to fondle her breasts, tweaking and pulling her
nipples. They became stiff, and she moaned through the gag. "Very nice",
he said. He placed the device over her left nipple and pressed a button.
There was a slight click noise and Monica grunted in pain. Tears were in
her eyes. Tripp, re-cocked the device, and began to tease her other nipple.
Then she yelped a second time as he triggered it again. I could see a small
amount of blood on each of her nipples. "Now Monica, try not to struggle,
this may hurt a little." He had produced two small gold rings. Pulling back
the latch on each, he inserted them through each of her nipples. She tried to
remain still, but the pain must have been intense. Then he turned to me. I
looked at him, begging with my eyes for him not to proceed. He placed his
mouth over my left breast. His tongue teased at my nipple. He sucked and
nipped. I was horrified at what was about to happen, and my fear overtook
any stimulation he was trying to provide. My nipple did not respond. "This
is odd", he said. "Rachel, are feeling sick?" I shook my head 'yes'. Maybe
if he though I was sick, he wouldn't pierce me. "Well..., no matter. I've got
a better idea!"
He walked back to the case, and replaced the round head of the
piercing device with what looked more like a stapler. Then my legs began
to spread. The center of the bed had a split in the lower half, and Tripp was
swinging the two sides apart! Now he could stand between my legs. Using
a scissors, he snipped my panties. I felt cool air on my exposed pussy. He
added an extra strap around my upper thighs to prevent my further
struggling. Fear raced though my mind. What was he going to do? He had
put on surgical gloves. I felt his fingers touch my labia. He grasped my
tender lip with his fingers and pulled it out, exposing my inner flesh. Then I
felt the cold metal touching me. 'Click!' I felt a quick sharp pain from
between my legs. It was not nearly as bad as the branding. Then my other
labia was lifted and pierced. Suddenly, his head was between my legs. The
warmth of his breath was close to my open vagina. His tongue pushed into
me. I was helpless to prevent it. He licked up toward my clitoris. Slowly he
made small circles. Then he took it between his lips and sucked in. My clit
became engorged with blood, as I got wetter and wetter from his attention.
How could I let this happen to me. I moaned with pleasure. Then he
stopped! "Rachel, I'm not happy with the way you are responding to the
ORG-X. Tomorrow I'm going to have to run some tests." With that, he
continued with his previous activities. From his pocket he pulled out two
more gold rings. Once again I felt him pull on my labia. Then a dull pain
began to emanate from my swollen lips as he inserted the two rings.
Whether from the pain, the sexual arousal, or the fear, I don't know, but I
must have passed out. I awoke in my bed. My left leg throbbed with pain
from where my name was now burned in my skin. I saw a small amount of
blood on the bed between my legs. And now my shaved pussy had two
gold rings! They could not be removed.
I lay in bed for a while. Then I slipped into Monica's room. She
was resting quietly, and had not yet put on a top. The half inch gold rings
through each nipple looked so odd. How could I have let this happen to my
best friend? "Monica, wake up", I whispered. Her eyes opened and she
looked up at me. "Hello Rachel. I was just having the sexiest dream. I feel
so horny! I know we're not supposed to touch each other... but maybe just this
once. Please touch me, please!" "No, get a grip on yourself. Monica, we've
got to get out of here." "OK, where should we go?" "Tonight I'm going to
come for you. Then we'll escape. But don't tell anyone!" "OK Rachel,... I
love you." "I love you too Monica", I replied. Then I went back to my
room. Later, we had dinner. Afterwards, we were both sitting in the lounge
when we heard "Will Monica K. and Rachel W. please report to the ground
floor lobby,... Will Monica K. and Rachel W. please report to the ground
floor lobby immediately!" What now, I thought. It would be dark soon.
Then I remembered what Tripp had said earlier. He was going to show us
off to the club members!
A gorgeous young girl was waiting for us in the lobby. She led us
outside to a yellow golf cart with a striped canopy. The sun was going
down. It had been another beautiful day in paradise. If only it wasn't a
prison! We drove down a winding road for a few minutes. Then we
approached a compound of small bungalow type dwellings surrounding a
large main building. We followed a path around to the back of the main
building. Tripp was waiting for us at the door. "Thank you Debbie, you
may return to the dorm for the night." "Ladies, please follow me, time is
short!" We entered a back stage area, and he lead us to a dressing room.
Tripp ushered us in and then quickly left. Two other girls were waiting for
us. They sat us each in front of a mirror and began to do our face and hair.
When the make-up was done, I was given a short black dress and told to
put it on without any undergarments. Again I hesitated. Monica was
already slipping out of her top and panties. If I left now, they would all
come after us. No, for now I had to play along. I pulled my top over my
head revealing my large breasts. Then I lowered my panties. One of the
make-up girls seemed interested in our rings. The dress, as it turned out,
was nothing more than a mini-skirt with two shoulder straps. The back was
open all the down to the top of my ass. The front covered my stomach and
cupped my breasts, but my nipples were fully exposed. It was made of
cotton, and very, very tight. After we dressed, the two girls attached
leather cuffs tightly around our wrists and ankles. Each cuff had a gold
ring. We sat and waited for a while, until Tripp returned. "Ladies, please
stand for me... You look perfect! Just one last accessory." He opened a
draw in the dressing table, and pulled out a long gold chain. The chain
looked about 6 feet long, and split into two short lengths at one end. He
approached Monica and attached the split end to her nipples rings using
small clasps. "Sir, my nipples are still quite sore." Ignoring her complaint,
Tripp lifted my skirt and attached the other end of the chain to both of my
rings. I felt a slightly painful tough as he let the chain hang between us.
"Come, the audience awaits!"
End Part 4
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