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Date: Fri, 19 Apr 1996 04:44:13 UTC
Subject: The Club Part 5 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 5
From a distance I could here the murmur of people. My heart raced
as I thought of what was about to happen. I was half naked, with a chain
leading from the lips of my vagina to my best friends nipples. And I was
about to be put on display in front of a large group of wealthy perverts!
"Ouch!", Monica yelped as my slowing pace caused the chain to pull her
breasts. "Sorry,... I'm scared.", I whispered back. We followed Tripp up a
back staircase, and onto a small stage. The black curtain was closed. In
center stage there was a king-size four poster bed with a white lacy
canopy. And there was a girl! The leather cuffs on her wrists were attached
to a hook above her head on the left post at the foot of the bed. A metal
bar attached to her ankle cuffs kept her legs spread wide apart. She was
wearing the same dress as we. She also had a black bag like mask covering
her entire head. Holes had been cut for her eyes and nose. On her exposed
breasts were nipple clamps. Behind the girl, on the bed, were whips, dildos,
and vibrators. "Monica, you stand here. Rachel, you stand over here."
Tripp slipped through the split in the curtain to the front of the stage. He
began to address the audience. I was so scared. My body trembled. Monica
looked calm. I could only imagine what Tripp was going to do to the three
of us!
Then I heard, "And now, what you've all been waiting for!" The
curtain parted. A bright spot light was trained on each of us. At first it was
hard to see. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out the people. Most were
men. Some were woman. "As you can see ladies and gents, Monica and
Rachel are unique to our staff. They do not require any obstructive drug
dispensing devices on their breasts. Yet.... they are still fully under your
control!" He reached between us and lifted the gold chain up. Monica's
breasts and nipples stretched upward. I felt a pain as my labia was pulled
outward. We both stifled our cries of pain. "Let me introduce our special
guest." Tripp removed the mask from the bound girls head. It was Phoebe!
Her long blond hair fell out of the bag and flowed down her back. "Just
two days ago, these three woman were the best of friends, leading
independent lives. Tonight, they will really get to know each other!" With
that, Tripp bent down and lifted my skirt. "Monica, please spread your legs
for me." Petrified with fear, I moved my legs apart about 12 inches. My
most private parts were on display for all to see. Carefully, Tripp removed
the chain from my vagina. He stood up, and removed the other end from
Monica's nipples. Then he picked up a scissors from the bed and handed
them to me. "Rachel, if you will please remove Phoebe's dress." I
hesitated....He whispered under his breath, "If you wish, you can trade
places with Phoebe." I took the scissors and approached Phoebe. "I'm so
sorry", I whispered. Then I cut both of the shoulder straps. The cloth fell
down to her waist. Starting from the bottom of the skirt, I cut upward until
the dress fell way. She was spread and fully exposed.
"Now get on you're knees, and fuck her with your tongue!", he
yelled. Slowly, I knelt down between her legs. I looked up at her face and
she looked down at mine. Our eyes met, and she said softly, "do it." She
smelled sweet, and I pushed my face into her pussy. I began to cry with
shame as I kissed her tender skin. I let my tongue run along the outside of
her labia. Then down the middle. She let out a low moan. I parted her lips,
and tasted her juices. She was already very wet. Her hips pushed closer to
me. Then I heard Tripp speak to Monica. Looking up, I saw her standing
next to us with a whip in her hand. It was leather and had many tassels.
"Go ahead Monica! And Rachel, keep up with your job." Once again I
placed my mouth over her pussy. I let my tongue pass over her swollen clit
and she moaned louder. Then she yelled out and we both jumped as the
whip struck across her breasts. "Ahhhhhhhh." Swack! "Ahhhhhhhh!"
Swack! "Stoooooop. Pleeeease Monicaaa, Stop!" Swack! Swack!...
SWISH! I felt a terrible stinging on my back. Tripp had his own whip.
"Don't stop Rachel!" I went back to letting my tongue explore Pheobe's
pussy. Monica continued to let her whip lash across Pheob's body. As I
teased and sucked on her clit, she moaned, then yelled out as the whip
landed. I began to notice that Monica was also moaning which each swing.
Even my cunt was becoming wet. Oh, god, what was happening to us?
Tripp spoke to the audience, "The implants in Monica and Rachel
should be reacting to their vaginal activity. The more aroused they become,
the more drug is released." Phoebe was moaning and yelling louder. Pain
and pleasure were raking havoc on her body. Tripp said, "Can I please have
two volunteers from the audience? Fine,... you sir, and you sir." Oh no, I
thought. I didn't dare look up for fear of Tripp's whip. "If you will please
disrobe, my assistants will watch your belongings." Two woman walked in
from the side of the stage and took the clothing as the men got undressed.
Both had huge erections. I tried to concentrate on Phoebe, the lesser of
two evils. Then I saw one of the men take Monica by the hand and lead her
onto the bed. She peeled off her dress, then got down on all fours, her head
facing me and the audience. The man knelt behind her and picked up one of
the vibrators. I watched in horror as he forced it into her tight anal passage.
Her eyes closed tightly as she restrained from yelling out. When it was in
up to it's base, he turned it on.
By now the second man was undressed. He came up from behind
and lifted me to my feet. Turning me around to face him, he said
"My...you're a sweet looking little toy!" I wanted to spit in his face, but
before I could, he pushed be backward. I fell onto the bed, along side
Phoebe, and practically under Monica. Grabbing me by the waist, he
pushed me further onto the bed until just my legs were hanging off and my
face was under Monica's stomach! From this position, I was staring
directly as Monica's breasts and pussy, and she at mine. He opened my legs
wide, and attached a spreader bar to the ankle cuffs. Then I felt him
between my legs. Holding his penis with one hand, he aimed it toward my
helpless opening. I closed my eyes. I felt his tip push against my sore labia.
Using his fingers, he grabbed the rings and pulled my lips wide open.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhnooooooooooo". Then he entered me. Now my eyes
opened wide from the pain. "Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh!" He pumped his dick
deep into me. At the same time, I saw the first man's penis slip into
Monica's dripping cunt. Hers were screams of pleasure. The ORG-X was
having it's effect on her. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard
Phoebe yelling out also. Tripp was fucking her!
I didn't want to orgasm. How could be aroused while being raped?
But the man was good. He used his fingers to play with my clitoris and it
responded! I moaned. Monica moaned. Phoebe moaned. Fuck, Tripp was
winning. Look what he had done to us. Even without the drug, I was
letting him use me like a whore! The sad part was, I was going to loose the
battle. I felt the orgasm building. My eyes focused on Monica's beautiful
breasts swaying above me. Her nipples were long and hard. She was calling
out, "Yesss, harder, harrrrderrr. Oh god yesss, Ahhh, Ahhhhh,
AhhhhhhhooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeAhAhAhAhAh." She came. So did the man
raping her. His cum and her juices mixed together and dripped out of her
pink opening. The man pulled out. Cum dripped down on my hair. The
sensations in my cunt were now overwhelming. My mind became awash
with the feeling of the large dick pumping in and out of me. How much
longer could I hold out? Monica sat up. I looked up at her. "I need more!"
she moaned. Picking up the scissors laying on the bed, she cut the straps of
my dress. "Monica, please don't", I whispered. Pulling my dress down, she
fully exposed my breasts. The man fucking me, took advantage of this and
began to roll my nipples between his fingers. Monica pushed his hands off,
swung around and straddled me, placing her legs on either side of my
breasts. She picked up my loose hands and brought them up to cup her
own breasts. I wanted to stop, but instead I started to fondle her. Then I
felt her hands on my left breast. Holding it softly, she lowered her wet
pussy onto my hard nipple. Moving her hips, she rubbed my nipple against
her clit. Cum and sex juice dripped down my chest. She began to come
again. Her vaginal muscles contracted and squeezed down on my rock hard
nipple. The man fucking me started to pump his cum deeply into my hot
wet pussy. I lost the battle. "Ohhhhhhh Jeeeesuuuuss Yeesssssssssss!" My
orgasm was long and blinding. My whole body tensed and bucked. Wave
after wave of pleasure washed over me. The rape was complete.
"Tripp, you're a genius. These woman are incredible!" said the man
as he pulled out of me. Monica had rolled off and was in the process of
bringing herself to another orgasm with one of the vibrators. Phoebe's head
was drooped down. She must have passed out from the pain or pleasure. I
wanted to close my legs, but the bar kept them spread open. The audience
applauded. Some were standing. Not only had we all been sexually
assaulted against our wills, but it had been a show for hundreds of people. I
began to cry. Tripp noticed this and quickly turned to the club members.
"Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Please remain seated and I will answer
questions in a few moments." He bowed, and the curtain closed. The two
volunteers were lead off stage to get dressed. Tripp spoke to me, "Rachel,
I'm not pleased with your attitude or for that matter, your sexual response
to the drug. I had intended to allow our members to bid on who shall have
the first night with you two, but Monica will have to be the only prize for
now. I'm going to send you back to your room for the night. Tomorrow,
we shall run some extensive tests." He walked over to one of the female
attendants and gave her some directions, then he walked back to the bed
and took Monica by the hand. He removed the vibrator from between her
legs, fixed her dress, and lead her through the curtain onto the front stage
to address his followers. I continued to cry as I watched my friend walk
away, her mind and body totally under the control of the sex drug.
The bar was removed from my ankles, and I sat up. Phoebe's wrists
and ankles were also released and she flopped on the bed. "Phoebe... are
you OK?" Her eyes opened. "I'm fine Rachel. I've missed you." Just then,
one of the other girls spoke, "Rachel and Monica, please come with me. I
am to return you to the dormitory. I lifted myself up off the bed. Walking
was painful from the hard fucking I had received. We both looked terrible.
Phoebe's body was covered with red marks and cum dripped down her
legs. I had cum all over me. My breasts were exposed, but the dress still
covered my ass. The girl led us out back, to a parked golf cart. A warm
breeze caused my sweaty body to feel sticky and cold. Back at the dorm,
we were told to clean up and return to our rooms for the night. On the
elevator ride up, I asked Phoebe what her room number was. She told me,
and then I got off on my floor. In the shower, I cried some more. The
nights experience had been beyond my worst fears. I had to escape!
Tonight would be my last chance. Tomorrow, Tripp would find out that
my implant was not working. I returned to my room, dressed in clean
panties and top, and waited for the lights to dim. My eyes closed...
I was in a cave. It was dark. The only illumination came from green
glowing moss on the walls and floor. The moss was soft to the touch. "We
have to get out of here", I said to Monica. "Lets go this way", she replied.
We walked down a narrow tunnel. Large beams supported the roof above
our heads. Suddenly a voice echoed off the walls, "You Cannot Escape!
My Creature Will Find You!" And then a horrid laugh. The voice was
familiar. "Oh god Rachel, what should we do?" "Keep going, this way."
We entered a large cavern with many other tunnels leading out. There was
a pond in the middle. An eerie light glowed from under the surface. A
tentacle splashed out and moved toward us. We ran. I heard Monica call
out, "Rachel, help! It's got me." I turned and saw Monica being dragged
across the floor, a large flexible appendage was wrapped around her legs.
My eyes followed the arm along the ground to the creature it was attached
to. "Oh my god!" The thing was huge. Other long arms shot out from it's
body, grabbing Monica by the waist and arms. Fear overcame me and I
turned and ran. Ten minutes later I collapsed against the wall, panting
heavily. "I left her. I left my best friend behind", I thought to myself.
"Get a
grip!" I had to go back. Walking slowly, I retraced my steps. When I
reached the cavern, all was quite. The lake did not glow. Then I heard a
faint moaning. It was coming from one of the side openings. Following the
sound, I entered a small chamber covered with the same glowing moss.
Monica was there. She had been attached to the wall by some sort of white
silky substance. Her cloths were in shreds on the floor around her. Her legs
were spread apart and a small gray creature was covering her hips and
vagina! Tubes led from its body to her breasts. Her head drooped down
and she moaned softly. Suddenly I felt a thick wet tentacle wrap around my
waist. "NO..oh god" I struggled as other appendages grabbed my flailing
legs and arms. I was lifted off the ground, dangling like a puppet. Thin
worm like tubes began to push under my clothing, pulling out and ripping
it. First my pants and top were shredded. Then my bra and panties. "No!
Stop!" I screamed. I was pushed against the wall across from Monica. The
creature faced me. From it's head, a stream of white spit plastered my arms
above my head. Then my legs and thighs were immobilized. Frantically I
pulled at the bonds. It was no use. A flap of skin opened on it chest and
another small creature emerged. Down onto the floor, it headed toward
me. Then up the wall between my legs and over my vagina. "Oh Jesus..no!"
Small tubes wrapped around my breasts and sucked onto my nipples. I felt
a tingling sensation. Then it pushed into my pussy.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" I woke up screaming. Sweat
covered my body. Thank god, it was just a nightmare. Then I remembered
where I was!
I took a deep breath to calm down. The lights were dim. I had no
idea what time it was. Hopefully I hadn't slept for to long. From the
dresser drawer, I retrieved the stolen jacket. I thought of the torture I had
caused that poor girl to endure by taking her coat. Tripp deserved to die!
Tonight I would get my revenge for all the women enslaved here. First I
checked Monica's room. My heart sank when I saw it was empty. Her
rescue would have to come later. Putting on the jacket, I slipped down the
hall and into the emergency stair case. My first objective was to find the
release tool for the nipple clamps. I climbed the stairs up to the medical
level. "Fuck!" Two pieces of tape were placed across the access panel in
an 'X'. A paper sign below said 'Maint 503 Notified, Key Access Only'.
OK..., I had a choice. The only way to the medical level would be to use
the elevator. Or, I could check the laboratory level. I knew for sure that the
tool I was looking for would be there. But the lab was the floor that scared
me the most. The memory of my body held spread-eagled by that machine
while probes were forced into my vagina and ass, was still vivid in my
mind. It was there that I had last spoken with Phoebe and Monica while
they were still normal woman. It was there that the nightmare had started!
I decided that the risk of using the elevator was too great. Besides,
I was sure I would find what I needed in the lab. Up one more floor, I
punched in '690069'. "Click", the door unlocked. I opened it a crack and
peeked through. It looked like the brightly lit corridor was empty. I
recognized the gray carpet on the floor. Stepping out, I looked to the left
and right. This must be where we were first taken! I saw the door leading
to the room we had awoken in. At the end of the hall to the left, I knew the
large door led to the corridor surrounding the main lab. To the right, the
hallway also ended with a large door. Which way? I knew what I needed
would be in the main lab, but my heart pounded at the though of returning
there. No, I will try the rooms to the right. As I walked, I passed the
elevators on my right. The same code worked for the large door, and it
hissed as it slid into the wall. The corridor beyond was curved with doors
on the inner wall only. It was the same as the other side. There must be two
main laboratories. No, this one was different. There were large horizontal
windows next to some of the doors. The room beyond the first window I
passed was dark. Light from the hallway illuminated it enough for me to
see that it was a smaller lab. The next room had the light on. There was a
camera on a tripod. Then I saw a low slanted machine pushed against the
side wall. This was were Tripp had tortured the bus driver. What would it
be like to be brought to the brink of an orgasm but not be allowed to
come? The though made me feel queasy.
Sooner or later I was going to have to enter one of these rooms and
search for the clamp release tool. They all had so many cabinets and drawers.
Entering the one with the camera, I started looking. Some of the drawers
contained various types of probes. Others had wire, tape, and electrodes.
Still others had devices that I couldn't even imagine what their purpose
was. But no nipple clamps and no nipple clamp tools. I walked to the next
room. In this one the lights were out. Toward the back, I could make out
two vertical glass cylinders about 7 feet tall and 2 feed wide. In the
darkness, I couldn't see beyond the glass. They almost seemed to be filled
with a fog. Then, out the corner of my eye, I saw a slight movement on the
left side of the room. Quickly I ducked down. "Someone's in there!" Thinking
quickly, I crawled below the window, and then stood up out of view.
"Helpme". It was so faint that I almost didn't hear it. "Pleasehelpme."
Whoever was in the room needed help. I was so scared. What should I do? I
peeked into the window again. There on the left was a vertical rack next to
a tall machine. The faint cry for help was coming from the girl attached to
the rack and machine. Her arms and legs were pulled to an extreme spread-
eagle position. Part of the machine covered her entire mid-section and ass.
Every few seconds her muscles would tense up, the relax. Her head rolled
from left to right. "Oh my god, what was Tripp doing to her?" This was one
of his experiments!
End Part 5
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