Karen and the Torture Club

Chapter 8

The August meeting was, as Ross advised members in his note, to be a fireside meeting at his house. To give a bit of atmosphere, men were requested to wear dinner suits and the ladies to wear their most elegant and sexy evening wear. Limousines had been chartered to collect the guests from their homes and to return them. Thus guests could feel free to drink as much as they wished and relax more at the meeting.

When the limo arrived to collect Richard and Karen, Mark and Catherine were already in the car. Karen and Richard had not had much opportunity to get to know this couple. Indeed it was strange, Karen thought, that Mark had enjoyed her display in June and had, like many others, run his hand up her open crease as she lay open spread and helpless waiting for the attention of the ants, yet he had hardly spoken to her since. Mark and Catherine were from Zimbabwe although it was called Rhodesia when they left. Both spoke with the distinctive accent so typical of people from that part of the world. They started with small talk with each of the girls complimenting each other on her choice of outfit. Eventually Mark remarked to Karen how much he had enjoyed her display. Catherine wanted to know how long the effects of the sting lasted. Mark then asked her if she could have endured the session had she not been tied down. Karen replied that she felt that being tied down allows one to relax and give one's self over to the pain in a more relaxed state.

Mark began to stroke his wife's long black hair and she cuddled her body into his. The low neckline of the pearl trimmed laced bodice of her cream gown billowing outward proving (if this was necessary) that there was no bra supporting her abundant pearly white breasts. "We, or at least Catherine", is into stoicism Mark replied. "I think that it is more erotic to see a lady offer herself for discipline in a serene manner and take what ever she is given in a sophisticated and self controlled manner. Of course this takes effort, and one must constantly provide challenges for ones lady to meet." At this moment he looked deeply into his wife's eyes and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "And I do, Don't I" he said.

Richard in coming to Karen's defence said how he really enjoyed applying restraints to Karen and found her screams very erotic.

"I'm sure that is right," said Mark "in fact I enjoyed her show the other month very much also. But I also happen to have a disposition for silent elegant suffering. Catherine is quite practiced and can take considerable discipline now without moving or making a sound" Mark emphasised the word "now" suggesting that his wife was not always so well trained. Mark explained that in Rhodesia he had seen males beating their women quite frequently. The women would scream and howl unreservedly and it was not very erotic to watch. His preference was for the sight of an elegant European woman absorbing her discipline in a dignified silence.

"I think that I would like to see that too" remarked Richard.

"What say we have a contest between our ladies to see who is the toughest" Mark suggested. "If neither lady is flogged at the meeting tonight, what say you two come to our house after the meeting and we will see who can take the most discipline without breaking down. Richard looked at Karen and asked

"Well it's up to you - are you game." Karen looked at Catherine's slim body and pale complexion and thought to herself "I can take her - I wont let this pompous African out shine me no matter what training this little violet of his has done."

"OK she replied - if neither of us has to do the show tonight.. Otherwise we hold off the contest for a couple of weeks."

Soon after that, the Limo had arrived at Ross and Ann's house. The men shook hands and the two women eyed each other quizzically and got out.

Karen always enjoyed visiting Ross and Ann's house as it was such a beautiful and elegant design. It was typical of Ann, she was serene and elegant in everything that she did. Her clothes were the epitome of good taste and she always behaved in a way that made her guests feel comfortable. Even on the night of the first meeting when she was stripped and whipped while hanging from the tree in her own back yard she had displayed a composure and a gracefulness which made her show all the more impressive.

Because of the cool night, the meeting was held in the spacious entertainment room of the house. This room, the kitchen, Ross' study and one bedroom were downstairs. There were balconies either side of this large central room onto which other upstairs rooms opened. This included another three bedrooms Ann's craft room ensuites and a children's family room.

The ladies had certainly taken advantage of the occasion to wear their most beautiful formal gowns to show off their bodies to best advantage. By this time the couples were all very comfortable with each other and so none of the ladies felt a need for modesty. All of the ladies had spent considerable time ensuring that their make up was perfect and that her accessories were tasteful and appropriate. Ann as expected was elegantly attired. She wore a simple white gown with white shoes. It was perfectly cut to accentuate her beautiful body and was not embellished with any jewellery. It was obvious that she was naked under the gown which accentuated her graceful body perfectly. She was not alone in that regard, in fact Karen wore no undergarments other than a suspender belt, but Ann moved with an understated elegance that set her apart.

The room was comfortable with a fire burning in the antique fire place and the guests mingled and chatted about the boat trip and caught up with what each other had done since then. Ann had arranged an excellent spread of seafood savories both hot and cold along with mini pies, hot dogs and many other bits and pieces that were delightful to eat. Ross looked after the bar and had a refrigerator that was well stocked with beer and a wide range of mixers to complement the variety of spirits behind the bar.

There was nothing to suggest that this party had any other purpose than what it appeared to be, simply a meeting of a fun loving group of people who had gathered together to have a party. Unlike previous meetings there was no apparatus in view to suggest what was to come.

At 9:00 PM Ross excused himself and walked into his study and returned with the jar of marbles. A hush descended on the group as he walked to the fireplace and placed the jar on the mantelpiece. All eyes were on him as he began to speak. "Tonight our lucky lady will enjoy a variety of torments. At first she will simply be naked and free to move around but as her show continues, she will be given less and less freedom. Eventually she will stand in the centre of the room and each wrist will be attached to a cord each of which will be tied to one of the balcony rails on each side of the room." He paused and looked around the room before continuing "From this position her torments will continue." "Can I have a volunteer to select a marble from the jar." Janelle was the nearest lady to Ross and she nodded to him and walked over. Janelle was striking in her strapless blue gown her abundant breasts filling out the top of the dress and swaying delightfully as she moved. She reached into the Jar and nervously selected a marble. A look of relief swept across her face as she read the name, it obviously wasn't hers.

She looked at Ingrid and said "Ingrid" who put her hands to her mouth and screamed.

The tiny lady kissed her husband. Peter embraced his attractive wife and stroked her straight blonde hair. They were a stunning couple and Ingrid was beautiful in her apricot dress with white lace trim. Her milk white Scandinavian skin and blue eyes were highlighted by the simple silver and diamond ear rings and pendant that she wore. Looking at Ross, she mouthed the word "Now." Ross nodded and she turned her back to her husband who began to undo the clips at the back of her dress. Not a word was said as all present watched her remove her dress. She allowed it to fall to the floor as she stood, shoulders back, allowing her small, firm breasts to thrust forward proudly. Her nipples and their halos were a very pale pink and quite large. Her pubic hair was sparse and very fine accentuating her feminine folds more than any shaving of her body would have done. She was wearing only a garter belt stockings, jewellery, and shoes. It was obvious that she was enjoying being the centre of attention.

Ross beckoned her to him and she took the few steps necessary to stand before him. She did not cower in any way but stood defiant in her nakedness. He took a pair of wrist cuffs from a box on the mantelpiece. The cuffs were joined by a chain about three inches in length. Thus her hands were kept together after Ross had fastened the cuffs and she let them hang before her covering her pubis. "Now my love, Ross said, "it is time for the first of your trials this evening." "Please bend forward over the back of this chair with your feet as wide apart as you can go."

Obediently the girl stepped to the large lounge chair nearby and did as she was bid. She rested her manacled hands on the cushion of the chair as she opened her legs. Hers was a beautiful bottom with large round globes and wide hips. Spread as she was, her puffy labia were pulled apart to reveal her most intimate pinkness within. A tiny gossamer thread of her girl juice could be seen crossing her slit anchored to a few of her equally fine pubic hairs on either side, silent testimony to the arousal that she was experiencing.. Her anus too was fully displayed. It was of the same pale pink colour as her nipples. She lay in this position for some minutes a deep blush beginning in her cheeks and gradually extending down her neck and turning the whiteness of the upper parts of her dangling breasts pink.

Calling her husband over, Ross handed Peter a tube from the same box from which he took the cuffs. Peter as requested squeezed out a liberal quantity of a white substance onto his wife's anus. He then placed two fingers on the tiny bud and forced much of the substance up into her little hole. He assisted the deep penetration of the substance by pushing his finger up into her as far as the second knuckle. She gasped at this sudden and unexpected intrusion into her most intimate opening. The two men then allowed her to stand. At first she looked around the room with a bemused expression on her face, not understanding what had been done to her. Within seconds however a fire in her anus began to take effect. She squealed, arched her back and stood on her tip toes as she came to realise what she was to endure. Then with a series of gasping sighs she ran on the spot trying to throw off the fire that was now an integral part of her body. Behind her back, Ross held up the tube to show all the guests, except Ingrid, what it was. It was toothpaste, Colgate Flourigard.

Ingrid tried to rub her burning anus but was prevented by her manacled hands. She would have to suffer the fire in her tail without being able to do anything about it. "What is it" she screamed "Its burning me up - get it out Please!." She got no support from those present and soon realised that she was going to have to endure it. She looked to Peter hoping for his help but was surprised to see him with a finger still white. She thought that it was Ross who had done this to her and she screamed with frustration as he walked to the bathroom. She began walking around the room panting and twitching her bum while guests embraced and kissed her from time to time. She realised from the lack of concern by the guests that whatever was up her was not going to do her any harm and that she could, now that she had become used to it, suffer the burning fire but with great difficulty.

While Ingrid was providing entertainment in her naked suffering, Ross took the opportunity to present Marion and Leonie with a crystal decanter each in appreciation for their show whilst on the boat last month.

After about half an hour Ross called Ingrid over to him and told her that it was time for the next phase of her show. He then put a collar around her neck and fastened the centre link of the chain joining the wrist cuffs to a stud in the collar. Thus her hands were unable to move and she held them together under her chin as if she was praying.

Much to Karen's surprise, Ross called both she and Marion over to him and gave them each a nasty little spring loaded clip. There was no surprise in guessing where they were expected to put them. Ingrid looked at the serrated jaws of the clip and shuddered. Ross asked Ingrid if she needed to be restrained while she was being fitted with the clips. "Yes!" she nodded. On Ross' bidding David and Peter positioned themselves behind her and held her firmly by her upper arms. Such a tiny woman being held by these large men was totally immobile and open to whatever was to be inflicted upon her.

Ross asked Karen to act first. This was an awesome experience for Karen. She had never hurt a woman before. In the early experiments with sexual discipline that she and Richard had experienced, she had whipped him but found it uninspiring. This was a woman before her. She knew perfectly well the pain that she would inflict as the strong spring of the clip in her hand would cause the tiny jaws with their tiny teeth to bite into the soft pink nipple flesh before her. She felt her own nipples swell against her dress and throb in sympathy with her friends little bud trembling before her. Karen was glad that it was not she who was naked as she could feel juices from her own swollen hypersensitive vaginal crease trickle down her inner leg. Ingrid was by now a deep shade of pink all over her body. Her body glistened with perspiration and she had given up worrying about the juices that she could feel oozing from within her slit. The fire in her anus was her friend now. She used the pain to remind her of her status as the victim and it stirred up a wonderful sense of arousal within her. She was quite unaware of the fact that her scent was filling the room causing the men if not already aroused by what they saw to be more subtly aroused by her wonderful womanly aroma.

Karen had decided to give Ingrid her full measure of pain. She kissed her friend gently on the lips, squeezed the clip firmly to open the jaws to their widest opening and while holding the very tip of Ingrid's left nipple in her fingernails, she pulled the widest part of the pink nub deep into the jaws of the clip. She felt her victim flinch as the sensitive flesh rasped against the sharp teeth. Releasing the spring slowly, Karen felt Ingrid buck against the pain as the teeth pressed into the waiting morsel of flesh. Ingrid hissed between her teeth as the nipple began to flatten between the teeth and then howled as Karen let go and the full pressure of the spring forced the tiny teeth into the waiting flesh. Ingrid kept on howling until Karen strangled the sound by kissing her again. She bent and gently kissed the tip of the nipple as it bulged out of the tiny jaws. The sympathetic sensation in her own nipples was such that Karen rubbed them with her upper arms as she walked away and back to Richard's waiting arms. The flush in his wife's face made any explanation of her feeling unnecessary.

Ingrid's screams as Marion placed the second clip on her right nipple caused Karen to cling to her husband even more closely. They kissed passionately and she forced her tongue deep into his mouth.

Ingrid was released by the men and again allowed to move around the room. She was kissed and fondled as she went. Many of the men and some of the women delighted in exacerbating her pain and indignity by squeezing and bobbing her breasts as she came near them. She didn't object. The pain was going straight to her belly and she was experiencing a wonderful build up of sexual joy.

Some fifteen minutes later after all the guests had been able to fondle Ingrid and examine her aching nipples in close detail, Ross gently directed her to the centre of the room. Ann assisted by detaching the chains from her wrist cuffs. Two of the men threw a rope down from each of the balconies along the side of the room. Ann fastened the clip at the end of each rope to the corresponding D ring in the wrist cuffs. Soon the ropes were being pulled and Ingrid's wrists were being pulled up and out towards each balcony. The ropes were tied off and she found herself stretched in a "Y" shape with each arm being pulled up and out above her head. She found herself lifting her heels off the floor to ease the tension in her out stretched arms. Ann kissed Ingrid and whispered "Have fun - I've done this too."

She watched as Ross gave David (Janelle's husband) a tawse. David with his short hair slightly balding at the crown and his solid frame and tall body was a tough character who looked and behaved like the ex RAN officer that he was. This guy can really hit, she thought. She expected to feel the impact soon but this was not to be. He went to get a drink and sipped leisurely it while he watched her squirm trying to balance the pull on her arms with the pain in her ankles as she endeavoured to ease the pain by raising her heels. All this time, it was clear that the fire in her anus was still burning buy the clinching of her buttocks while with her arms in the air her clamped nipples were thrust forward boldly.

She was moaning with a sound like wind blowing through wires when David finished his drink and moved towards her. She did not see him as she had her eyes shut. She was alone with her pain and was oblivious of all around her. The sudden unexpected impact of the tawse wrung a squeal from her lips followed by a deep and protracted moan. David hit again and again. She was howling and twisting her body as the blows crashed into her bottom. At one point she lifted her feet off the ground and was swinging back and forward taking a blow to her reddening buttocks on each backward swing. Eventually, after fifty strokes David stopped.

Ingrid hung from her wrist clamps panting, her body covered in sweat. Small beads of sweat could be seen trickling down her breasts and down her back. The upper inner surfaces of her legs were wet with a mixture of sweat and secretions from between her puffed lips.

Catherine took her a glass of chilled Chardonnay wine and held it to her lips. She drank it eagerly and gasped her thanks when she had finished. Catherine held Ingrid's aching breasts in her hands and kissed her on the mouth. She could taste the Chardonnay and sweat on the young woman's lips.

Next Ross produced a long thin riding crop and gave it to Peter (Jenny's husband not hers). Peter, ex Rugby League footballer was a man who could really wield a crop if he wanted to. Ingrid could feel her knees go to jelly and her pussy throbbed as she saw this big man walking towards her with the crop. It was only moments later that she heard the whirring sound behind her and the impact of the crop into her already burning hemispheres.

She screamed and kept on screaming. Her screams had no relationship to the strokes only to her pausing to draw breath. After four strokes she was gasping and rubbing her thighs together as she could feel an orgasm building within her. Her eyes were shut and she was alone with the deluge of sensation surging within her. Her nipples, her anus, her buttocks were alive with fire. She felt the thrill in her cunt as the familiar preorgasmic tensing built up. "Yes! Yes! Yes! " she screamed as the next impact of the crop bit into her tender flesh. Peter swung the next stroke into the crease between buttock and thigh. Ingrid howled as waves of pleasure swept through her body. Her vagina shook and shook again as the warm feeling of blissful sensation flowed through her. Peter was going to give her six strokes with the crop but as he watched this beautiful lady writhe with uninhibited pleasure before him, he let the crop hang at his side. As she settled down and opened her eyes again he stepped in front of her and gently removed the clamps from her nipples. She shrieked as the tiny teeth were pulled from her soft pink skin and screamed moments later as the blood filled the tiny nub and the throb of pain surged through her breast. She was ready for the pain as the second clip came off and hissed through her teeth as the pains again surged through her.

People crowded about her as she felt her wrist straps being removed and she was being hugged and kissed by her friends. What she enjoyed most was being able to put her arms down and being able to massage her aching nipples. Ann whispered to her knowingly " If you have a nice warm bath, you can flush out your backside if you want to." Ingrid thanked her but asked if she could spend time with her husband first. "Of course dear" she replied and ushered the couple away. The still naked Ingrid waving and blowing kisses to the guests as she walked up the stairs escorted by Ann towards one of the upstairs rooms.

As usual, the party began to break up after that. Ann invited Karen and Richard to stay over for the night.

"Thank you" Karen replied as she looked directly at Catherine. Then speaking clearly and loudly to ensure that Catherine would hear, she said "Catherine and I have an appointment tonight - I wouldn't want to disappoint her" Ann looked at them both with a quizzical expression and replied

"Of course dear - have a good time both of you"

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to". Richard said to his wife. "Just because Catherine is into this stoicism doesn't mean that you have to try to out do her.

"But I want to" Karen whispered to her husband as they followed Catherine and Mark to the waiting limousine.

"There are two reasons that I want to do it," she continued "one is that I am annoyed that Catherine thinks that she is so special because she has practiced suffering in silence but more than that, I want to see what I am capable of." The two couples entered the car and faced each other. Karen and Richard sat in the seat facing backwards while Catherine and Mark faced forward. Richard had told the driver not to move off until they had decided where to go. They had a short discussion. Mark suggested that they go to his house as he had "some apparatus that the ladies could use together" Karen was happy to do this but Richard felt that this was unfair to his wife since Catherine had no doubt already experienced "the apparatus." Karen silenced her husbands objections

"It's only a game" she said.

Mark gave the driver the address of his home and away they went.