Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club
CHAPTER 6
Connie just relaxed around the house most of the day. Bill was
furiously working in the basement and had let her know he didn't wish
to be disturbed. She didn't mind. There was a lot to think about,
and besides, if she got lucky, she would need to be as rested as
possible for the evening.
Connie had always been a highly sexed woman. She had led a
sheltered life in high school and college, but there had been the
usual sexual experimentation with several boyfriends. It was always
enjoyable and Connie had no trouble cumming. She was always left
with the feeling that there was something better or something
missing, but put this down to inexperience, both hers and her
partners.
In her freshman year of college she and her roommate, a gorgeous
brunette, had even played around a bit. Connie had not been turned
off, although she really preferred men. In fact, it had been Jill
who had first introduced her to spanking as a form of sex play.
They would have a contest to see who could clean up their part of
the room first. The loser had to pay a forfeit, usually ten hard
spanks on each ass cheek. This usually made them both hot, and ended
with a fingering and licking session. Although she hadn't thought
about Jill and their fun times in years, Connie now realized she had
almost always managed to lose. Jill hadn't seemed to have a
preference but Connie had enjoyed receiving the spanking more than
giving it.
She was just out of college and working at her first teaching job
when she met Bill. They dated frequently and began getting serious.
Sex with Bill was straight and a little boring, but Connie hadn't
thought it a problem.
Bill never seemed to want sex as much as Connie. Earlier in their
marriage she had tried all the tricks to interest him, but soon gave
up trying. They fell into the old married-couple pattern of sex once
or twice a month, if they got around to it. That was when her dreams
started.
She began having very erotic and intense dreams. They usually
happened once or twice a month, but became gradually more frequent.
She often woke in a cold sweat, nipples erect, and highly agitated.
It was the content of the dreams that bothered her. They weren't the
usual "wet" dreams the guys talked about. Connie saw herself in a
variety of situations. Sometimes she was a harem girl, or a
captured spy being forced to tell her secrets. She had dreamed she
was a hooker, and a rape victim. One particularly vivid dream kept
recurring.
There was a huge room, and she was naked, in front of a large
audience. She was suspended from the ceiling and was being whipped
while the crowd cheered and called for more. After the whipping she
was passed around the audience and forced to participate in filthy
and degrading forms of sex with men, women, couples, and groups.
Each time she had this dream it seemed to get more deviant. The
unsettling thing was that the more bizarre it got the more turned on
she was when she woke!
It was at the height of these dreams that she met Steve. He was an
employee who worked in Bill's company. He managed overseas
operations and had lived in many strange places. Steve was charming
and had interesting stories to tell about the customs, particularly
sexual ones, of obscure, mostly Asian cultures. One of his stories
had to do with the torturing of women for sexual purposes. Connie
had latched on to this, wanting to learn more.
Connie was probably the last person someone would consider if they
were thinking about adulteresses. She would never have an affair,
but she did. Her unsatisfactory sex life, Bill's indifference, and
curiosity about the substance of her dreams made her do it.
Steve was perfect. He was single, rich, and deeply involved in
bondage and discipline. Over the course of six months, he slowly
brought Connie along until she was so immersed in the scene that she
no longer cared about anything else. She was hooked on pain,
bondage, and humiliation, as much as any junkie on cocaine or heroin.
She had to have it. Nothing else could satisfy the tremendous
urges and cravings she had for the release it gave her.
When Steve told her he was being transferred overseas, she was
crushed, and a little panicked. He introduced her to a friend of
his, someone who was willing to take her on as a slave in his
extensive harem. Connie had met with him and had enjoyed the
session. The problem was that he was not willing to let her live
her life with Bill and come to him when she needed him. He wanted a
commitment. She had to be his slave, always available. Connie knew
it would mean giving up her entire life.
Her only other choice was to find different men, pickups, who would
give her what she needed when it was convenient for her. She knew
how dangerous this could be. When you are naked and tied up, you are
at your partner's mercy. She could easily wind up maimed, scarred
for life, or even dead.
Going back to her boring life with Bill was not an option. Connie
was climbing the walls and having her terrible dreams again just two
weeks after Steve left. This was when she told Bill what she had
been doing. Her decision had been made, she was going to go to Dan,
Steve's friend, and accept his conditions. Telling Bill was her
last ditch effort, a cry for him to help her find a way out of this
mess she had created. It had worked out better than expected.
Connie smiled. She was drifting along in that dreamy state,
half-awake, half-asleep, thinking about her incredible luck. On the
verge of throwing away her entire life, she now had everything she
could possibly want. She knew her husband was new to the bondage and
discipline scene, but she had seen him at work. He was good, and
seemed to want to get better. From what he had told her about his
evening with Rosie and Kim, he had discarded his prim and proper
image and was now totally committed to debauchery. It pleased
Connie. The more deviant he became, the better she liked it.
Connie was mildly surprised to answer the door and find Rosie and
Kim standing on the porch. When they mentioned Bill's invitation, it
crossed her mind that he must have a plan. She called down to Bill,
he told her to fix everyone a drink, and he would be right up to
join them.
When he came upstairs, the women were all seated in the den. Rosie
and Connie were having a cocktail and Kim was sipping a coke. Bill's
martini was waiting for him.
Connie examined her neighbors carefully while they all made small
talk. She found it hard to believe the story Bill had told her.
They seemed like a perfectly respectable mother and daughter. Kim,
if anything, was much more pleasant and mature than any of the girls
Jimmy had brought home, although she was about the same age.
If there was any clue to their private behavior it was in their
dress. Mother and daughter had chosen outfits that exuded sex.
Rosie wore a short sun-dress, cut very low in the back and revealing
her tits, almost to the nipples. It was obvious that she was not
wearing a bra. Her hemline only came to about mid-thigh, and seated
on the couch, even higher. Connie saw a flash of her panties when
she crossed her legs.
Kim had on a halter top, more like the top to a bikini bathing suit,
revealing a deep, rich tan that Connie suspected might be all over.
Her long, slim, legs were accented by her tight, white, shorts.
Connie saw the bulge of the young girl's pussy clearly outlined. A
faint darkness there probably meant she wasn't wearing panties.
Connie was startled when she realized Bill was telling them that she
wasn't really his wife, but was his slave. "Really," Rosie said.
"A lot of men joke about their wives that way, but I find that very
few can really dominate a woman, even with her consent."
"I'll prove it to you" Bill answered. "What would you like to see
her do? Make it something you know she wouldn't do under normal
circumstances."
Connie felt her face get red and hot as Rosie and her husband talked
about her like she wasn't even there.
"Have her raise her T-shirt and pinch her nipples until they get
hard."
"Mom, I'd like to see her pull down her panties and ask each of us
to spank her bare bottom, like you make me do" Kim added.
"Those both sound like good suggestions. Cee, you heard them. They
want a show."
Connie was slow to react. She had performed in front of people
before, but that was with Steve and with people who didn't know her.
This was different.
Bill's response was swift. He yanked her out of her chair and
ripped her blouse from her in one motion. Connie was too stunned to
move while Bill put the collar around her neck and fastened the
snaps.
"I gave you an order, you worthless, slut. Pinch your nipples
yourself or I'll whip your tits until they bleed" he barked, glaring
at her.
Connie's hands flew to her chest. She pulled and twisted her own
nipples until they got red and stiff. They were still sore from the
clips he had used on her yesterday, but it didn't matter. Once she
overcame the initial shock of having to do such shameless things in
front of her neighbors, Connie slipped into her role comfortably.
Bill had told her that it was his job to worry about their public
image, her job was only to obey.
Still mauling her tits, Connie crossed to the couch and turned her
back to her company. She bent forward at the waist, pushing her ass
right into Kim's face, and slowly peeled her panties down to her
thighs.
"Please spank me" she pleaded. "I have been a bad slave and I need
to be punished. Spank me until I cry and my Master is satisfied I
have suffered enough. I promise I will never be slow to obey an
order again."
Kim put quite a bit of effort into her spanking of Connie, then
turned the woman's thoroughly reddened ass over to her mother. Rosie
got up from the couch so she could put her weight behind her blows.
The first smack brought tears to Connie's eyes and she was sobbing
after five hits. When Rosie finished, Bill made Connie stand with
her skirt raised so everyone could see how red her ass cheeks were.
Although she had quit playing with her nipples, they were still
quite hard, and jutted out proudly from the center of her ample tits,
betraying how excited the spanking and humiliation she had made her.
Kim was rubbing her crotch as she eyed Bill's obvious erection.
Rosie had noticed it as well and moved over to kneel in front of him.
"Do you have any orders for me, Master?" she questioned.
"As a matter of fact, I do." Bill replied. "But they will have to
wait until we get downstairs. Jimmy is at baseball practice and
could walk in at any minute. He hasn't been brought up the way
you've raised Kim and I think he would be shocked to see his mother
with her tits hanging out and her ass beet red, and his father with
his cock in his neighbor's mouth."
Kim giggled. "You might be surprised. He's been trying all this
year to get into my pants. He has finger-fucked me a few times, and
I've given him a few hand jobs. He's built just like you, and
certainly seems ready to go."
Bill and Connie were a little taken aback. They just couldn't think
of their son that way. He was still a child to them, although they
couldn't deny Kim seemed capable of handling herself like an adult.
Connie couldn't wait to see Kim and Rosie together. A
mother-daughter relationship was possibly even more bizarre than one
between a mother and her son. After all, she had considered Kim
lucky when Bill had told her about the bond between the two, maybe
Jimmy deserved the same training.
When they got to the basement, Bill immediately assumed his Master's
role. All three women were happy to let him take charge.
"I will now entertain any particular requests you may have. Once we
begin, you will not be allowed to ask for favors, unless you are
willing to be severely punished." Bill said.
Rosie spoke first. "Please Master, I've not been fucked in the ass
for a long time. I really like having a cock stuffed deep in my ass,
especially after my bottom's been spanked or whipped."
"I want to lose my virginity." Kim said. "I want to know how it
feels to be a real woman and satisfy my Master with every part of my
body."
Connie said nothing for a moment, realizing she needed to speak up
or lose her chance, she hastily said, "I want pain. Torture me until
the pain almost makes me lose my mind. Hurt me so bad that I offer
my soul to the Devil and promise to do anything He asks. I need to
be broken, in both mind and body. Whoever brings me to that point
will have a true slave, willing to do anything and everything. That
person can be my devil."
Bill thought a long time before he answered. "I think I can
accommodate you all tonight" Bill answered. "I'm going to hurt
you," he said to Connie, "and since you seem to want it so badly,
I'm going to hurt you a lot. When you reach your breaking point and
make your offer to me I'll give you a test. If you refuse to do
what I ask I'll know you were faking, and the punishment will be both
severe and inescapable."
His warning to Connie sent shivers up and down the spines of all
three women. They knew he was telling the truth, and they were
afraid. They were already horny from Connie's show, the atmosphere
of the basement torture chamber, and the anticipation of the night's
entertainment. The fear just added to it. Kim and Rosie had seen
Bill in action with two girls. They could imagine how exciting it
was going to be with three.
Connie knew she had no right to be jealous of Kim and Rosie. She
also knew there wasn't a damn thing she could do about them. Bill
had made it clear that he was in control and would do what he
pleased. She did make a vow to herself that she was going to be
Bill's favorite. He may have three women as slaves, but she was
going to take more punishment and work harder to please him. She
didn't realize the other two girls were thinking the same thing!
"How should we begin?" Bill questioned, more to himself then to the
girls. "I think a silent auction might be fun. I'm going to select
a whip or paddle. I want each of you to write down how many hits you
can take from it. The person with the highest number goes first and
gets slightly lighter blows. The first one to take their full number
without screaming gets to ask another favor. If none of you make it
all the way I'll choose another device and we'll go again."
He selected a wide leather strap, similar to a razor strop, but not
quite so thick. It would cover a lot of area with each blow, and
would make a great deal of sound, but do relatively little damage.
It didn't really take Bill too long to figure out what was going on
among his three slaves once he saw the number of hits they had chosen
to take. They were silently competing to see who could take the most
pain. Now that he knew this, it would be easy, and fun, to pit them
against each other.
Connie won, having asked for fifty strokes. Bill had her strip
completely, then fastened her in his latest creation. It was an
improvement on the ropes and pulleys he had used on her earlier.
Basically, it consisted of a large square frame. Each corner held
leather cuffs fixed to chains, which were attached to ratchet gears
so they could be tightened with incredible force. The entire unit
sat inside an outer frame and spun on a central point. After the
victim was placed in the cuffs, they were tightened equally on all
four sides. This left the victim, Connie, suspended, centered in the
frame. The inner frame could then be spun to the desired position,
head up, down, parallel to the floor, or any angle between.
Tightening a bolt kept her frozen in that position until changed.
The beauty of it was that the victim could be placed in virtually any
position and fastened there, appearing to float in mid air, and
giving the Master total access to any and all body parts to do with
as he pleased.
Bill positioned his wife with her body at a forty-five degree angle,
leaving her back side exposed to the whip. He had decided to give
the first twenty-five cuts to her back and ass, and the last
twenty-five to her tits, stomach, and pussy. Kim and Rosie got on
either side of the frame, intensely interested in the proceedings.
They knew their turn would be coming soon.
