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They had been married for seven years. It took Terry 3 years to convince his beautiful blonde wife to try swinging. Diana was so beautiful and took very good care of her twenty-six-year-old body.
Diana was a trophy wife that any man would be proud to have. Terry was waiting for his wife to finish dressing for their first night at the club they had joined. It was a swinger’s club for white couples who enjoyed a little spice in their life.
Diana walked out of the bedroom wearing her new green dress which barely covered her huge white breasts. Terry smiled at his wife as he looked her up and down and saw how short the dress was on his wife.
It fit very tight on her body and enhanced every single curve of her excellent figure. Diana worked out every day and was very proud of the way she maintained her figure.
They drove to the address that had been given them which took them directly into the city. Terry had a very hard time locating the address on the large white building that resembled a warehouse.
Finding a decent place to park was even tougher as Terry drove around the block several times until a large black man finally stood in the middle of the street and waived at them. He said he was they’re to park the cars for the guests to the club.
Terry reluctantly got out of the car and allowed the huge black man, into the driver’s seat and watched as the man as the tires squealed as he drove the car away.
Diana was standing on the curb looking at Terry as they watched their car turn the corner. Terry took hold of his wife’s arm as they walked up to the huge steel door and rang the bell.
The huge door opened and a small framed black woman greeted them and directed them into the building.
The black woman introduced herself as Gloria and said she was the manager of the club and would be their host for the evenings’ event.
Terry was confused because this was supposed to be an all white club for couples and couldn’t understand why their host was a black woman.
Gloria took their ID’s and checked out their identity’s while Diana stood holding Terry’s hand tightly. She was very nervous being at this swinging club tonight and felt the butterfly’s in her stomach as Gloria stood up and motioned for Diana to follow her to another room.
The huge black man that parked the car a few minutes ago was waiting to take Terry into the theater to wait for his wife.
Diana gave her husband a long passionate kiss as they were separated. Terry glanced back over his shoulder one last time before the huge black man took him into the theater and saw Diana smiling and waiving at him.
Terry followed the huge black man down a long dark hallway until they entered another room which was filled with about twenty white couples. The room wasn’t that huge, only about the size of a large bedroom except for a small stage with a curtain along one wall.
Terry followed the huge black man and smiled at the couples who were starring at him as the black man directed him to a wooden chair in front of the stage. It looked like one of those old prison chairs they used to electrocute people.
A very beautiful blonde walked over and gave Terry a drink and told Terry it would allow him to relax and to drink it right down. Terry finished the drink which tasted more like a soft drink.
The woman told Terry to sit in the wooden chair and allow the black man to fasten the straps. She said that there would be a special show tonight for his enjoyment and because he was new, he had to be strapped into the chair.
“Ah . . . What about my wife? Isn’t she going to join me?”
“Your wife is being prepared right now for the night’s event. Just sit down and relax and enjoy the show.”
Terry sat in the chair and waited as the huge black man strapped his ankles to the legs of the chair followed by his wrists to the arms of the chair. Another strap went around Terry’s chest which held him firm against the wooden chair.
Terry sat in the chair looking at the red curtain in front of his face wondering what they had planned for them tonight. He was beginning to worry about Diana and wondered when she would join him.
Terry was beginning to feel relaxed, just like the woman said he would. His body felt very weak as he tried to sit straight in the chair.
The huge black man returned with a device that he attached to the back of the chair which held Terry’s head straight in line with the curtain in front of him. It was padded all around and Terry got alarmed as he felt a strap being fitted around his mouth with a large rubber ball.
The black man forced the huge ball into Terry’s mouth and tightened the strap until the ball fit tightly inside Terry’s mouth keeping hip from speaking.
Terry felt someone touching his arm and felt a needle being jabbed into his arm near the shoulder. Terry tried to turn his head but couldn’t. He could only look straight at the curtain in front of him.
Terry sat in the chair for more than two hours and heard the couples whispering around him but could no longer see them because of the way they strapped his head onto the chair. It had padded blinders on each side of his face which kept him looking straight toward the curtain.
The lights in the room went dim and the red curtain opened slowly. Everyone in the room sounded excited that the show was about to begin. Terry looked onto the stage which was empty as the moment.
Diana woke on a padded table with bright lights in her eyes, hands working her body her naked body, she realized. She was naked, bound to the table at wrists, throat, waist and ankles by soft velvet straps.
"Do you have footage of her being subdued and prepared?" someone, a woman, asked. "Yes," was the reply.
"She's a beauty, isn't she? Makeup on her nipples. And on her inner labia. I want them to show up well in the spotlights." A hand molded her breast, teasing her stiff nipple. "God, she's beautiful. Not too much morphine, all right? I don't want her going zombie at the wrong moment. Nice musculature. She's going to be special."
A face leaned close, between the bright
lights and her eyes, a pretty black woman. "Well, you're awake. That's
fine. You relax now, and everything is going to be fine. You're going to be
part of our show tonight. Just take it as it comes, and any embarrassment or
discomfort will all come to
an end soon."
Diana felt flushed and disoriented. The greedy mouth at her sex had ceased to be a lewd intrusion; she welcomed it, and savored the wash of pleasure from the woman's deeply lapping tongue at her vulva, the hands stroking her body, teasing her turgid nipples. She was uncertain where she was, or why; consciousness came and went.
Bright lights and hands on her body. Her body had been shaven, nearly every inch of it; manicure and pedicure, her hair worked into a neat french braid, close to her scalp, exposing her long neck and the line of her jaw, just so.
Makeup, too, and hands working her shoulders and arms, massaging. Mouths on her breasts, and the mouth at her sex, urging her to excitement and pleasure. The suckling at her clitoris was delicious, and she came gently, again and again, squirming against restraints she barely acknowledged in her erotic haze.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our
club. We hope you enjoy our little entertainments tonight. As usual, the doors
have been locked, so please remain seated. The entertainment tonight is, of
course, being filmed for those less fortunate than you. I suggest you remain
seated so
your face doesn't appear on one of our cameras."
Terry sat secured in the wooden chair as he watched a spot light shining on the center of the stage. Another spot light illuminated the corner of the stage where Terry saw a long steel shaft.
It was standing straight up protruding from the floor as if it were on display for a reason.
It looked a bit like a jousting lance, and the foil toward one end was clearly designed to cradle a pelvis once a live person was impaled. It was fully three inches in diameter, the first foot tapered to a blunt tip.
Terry saw four huge black men wheeling a table onto the stage and once they reached the center, they lifted the table up off its wheels and carefully positioned it toward the audience.
Terry saw that someone was laying on the table under a white sheet and wondered who it was as his heart began to race thinking about his wife. The men were working around the table making adjustments as they removed the white sheet off the person on the table.
Terry gasped as the spot light moved over the
person laying on the table. It was his wife! Diana!
Her ankles were bound to her thighs, and
her arms were crossed behind her and tied. Two black men restrained her and two
stood by, smiling down at Diana.
The table was tilted up so Diana faced the audience. Her bonds had been arranged to strain her muscles; her belly, buttocks and thighs were taut and hard. Her erect nipples and her labia were a pearly pink, and her entire body had a satiny gleam as if she'd been buffed. She was beautiful.
"This is Sandra, ladies and gentlemen.
She's a newlywed bride who has come here tonight for a very special occasson.
Sandra has consented to be impaled on this staff. Sandra's impalement will be
ala Dolcett, that is, the staff will start in her vagina, travel through her
abdomen past her
viscera, until it reaches her stomach. It will then pierce her stomach, and be
guided through her esophagus, to emerge from her mouth. The "saddle"
at the end of the shaft will carry her pelvis when the shaft is mounted
upright. At that point, Sandra's restraints will be removed and we
will be able to see how she struggles against her impalement. Please watch
closely, then. We begin."
If Diana understood any of that, she didn't give any indication. Her eyes were dark, a look Terry had seen in intimate moments, but she didn't seem completely aware of what was going onaround her. One of her male attendents fetched the staff, swinging the pointed end to one of the huge black men.. The huge black man leaned over and put one hand in the middle of her chest, pinning her, the other rubbing the staff against her stiff nipples.
Diana squirmed, trying to raise her head. As the huge black man seemed to be saying something to her; Diana’s pink tongue came out, awkwardly licking the steel near the tip. Jock spoke to her again, lifting her head. Diana nodded, looking down, and her full lips pressed briefly to the end of the shaft.
The huge black man moved the shaft down and
presented it to her vulva, spreading her lips with two fingers, working the
point against her vulva, then easing it against her vagina, entering her
delicately. The huge black man muttered instructions to another man holding the
far end of the staff, and it began moving into Diana’s belly. When several inches
of the rod were slipped into her vagina, she smiled vacantly, rolling her hips.
Her breasts slipped back and forth on
her chest, filming with sweat.
For several minutes, the huge man fucked her
with the staff, the tip of it working in and out as he fingered her clit. Diana
stiffened and writhed, breasts rolling back and forth, her big nipples gorged
and dark. She crooned something softly and came. The entire theater was taut
with
silence.
The huge muscular black man was in control of the rod, one hand on Diana’s belly and the other on the end entering her body. The huge man signaled as Diana stiffened in orgasm, and the rod moved inward, paused, then slipped a foot inside her body.
Terry was straining against his bonds trying to break free and dislodge the ball from his mouth but it was useless as he sat there watching the horrific display going on with his wife on the stage in front of him.
Diana screamed and lunged against her bonds, her entire body taut and straining, her breasts bouncing and quivering. The huge black man held her shoulders, forcing her back, restraining her.
Diana finally subsided to passionate sobbing. A gout of blood welled from her vagina, and a girl rushed up with a towel, cleaning her quickly, then retiring from the spotlights. The huge muscular black man signaled again, and the staff was tilted sharply down at the far end. A point below Diana’s navel bulged, the point of the staff deep inside her, and Diana squirmed and wailed.
"Can you see it, ladies and
gentlemen?" Gloria murmured. "It's deep inside her now,
having pierced her womb." The shaft was straightened in line with her
spine. The huge muscular black man worked the rod in slowly, pushing Diana’s
body back and forth, probing her belly with one hand, easing the rod in an inch
at a time.
Diana lunged and struggled with each increment, but it didn't take two minutes to work another foot into her writhing, naked body.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the tip is past the viscera, and ready to enter Diana’s stomach in the vicinity of her esophagus. Guided properly, the rod will emerge from her mouth a moment later. If the man holding the shaft misses, though, it will pierce her heart, and Diana will die before we want her to. Please watch closely. This is the critical moment."
The huge muscular black man judged the angle of her body, judged the angle of the shaft, moved it slightly, then nodded to the man at the end. A hard push, and another six inches slid into her body. Diana sobbed, gagged and then shuddered.
The huge black man pulled her forehead
sharply back as the rod began moving smoothly into
her. Her tongue came out of her mouth just before the point, but her tongue was
only a pink slip as the rod continue moving through her, pushing out of her
mouth until nearly a foot and a half jutted from her lips.
Blood welled around her lips, dripping down her cheeks. Diana squirmed, her eyes wild, and her teeth clacked against the shaft with her struggles. Her breasts jounced and swayed wildly, but she was fully impaled.
It was done. A murmur went through the room, but nothing more. Despite the mass of the pole passing through her torso, Diana was clearly alive, squirming and struggling against the horrible invasion.
Two of the huge black men lifted her by the
shoulders and the other man anchored the pole in
a hole in the floor. In an instant, the pole was upright, Diana’s gleaming body
run through and still struggling. The bonds at her feet and hands were quickly
cut free, and the men stood away from her impaled beauty. Diana kicked, and
kicked again. Her hands went to the tip of the rod, trying vainly to dislodge
it. She kicked, one hand sliding to her throat, the other to her belly. San
kicked, her breasts jouncing madly, kicked again.
Her entire body strained, every muscle hard and defined under her gleaming skin, her nipples standing out from her breasts like pink lemons.
Then slowly, she relaxed. Her arms first, slipping to her sides, palms outward; then her legs, relaxing and opening slightly. Her belly shuddered; her breasts jumped once, and she was still.
Terry looked terrified as he watched his wife’s lifeless body dangling from the pole in the floor of the stage.
The curtain closed and Terry’s body was fighting the drugs they had given him. He could hear the couples around him talking about the show they had just seen.
Terry felt another needle entering his arm and within minutes, he was out cold. Another night, another show.
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