Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club
CHAPTER 7
It felt great. Connie was confident she could endure the fifty cuts
of the whip. She was stretched so tightly in the frame that
absolutely no movement was possible. Bill had rubbed and patted her
ass after he had spun her into position, and Connie had sucked in her
breath in surprise. She could hardly even clench her cheeks
together. Her skin was so tight and sensitive she could feel the
breeze from the air conditioner moving across her exposed flesh,
blowing against the fine, light-colored hairs and tickling her.
Connie could not see her husband in this position so she was not
prepared when the first blow smacked against her meaty ass cheek with
an ear splitting splat. It burned like she had been touched with a
red hot branding iron. Bill rained ten hard blows across Connie's
ass in rapid succession leaving the woman panting to control
herself.
"Christ. This hurts," Connie thought to herself. She was choking
back tears and breathing rapidly, trying to keep a scream from
tearing from her throat. Her ass burned and throbbed. She felt the
heat rising from her smooth globes and knew they were now a deep
crimson color. What was more important to Connie was the fire she
felt deep inside her, in the pit of her stomach, spreading through
her entire pelvic area, affecting her pussy and even making her tits
and nipples hard.
Bill moved his target area to the small of her back. The whip
cracked against the groove of her spine, from her tailbone to the
area between her shoulders. The pain was more intense but somehow
seemed easier to bear. Connie relaxed and took the pain deep inside
her. Because of the proximity, this series of cuts affected her
tits more than her pussy. By the time he stopped to rest Connie was
a quivering mass of jangled nerve endings, waiting for enough
stimulation to trigger her first orgasm. Bill knew enough to make
her wait.
While he was waiting for his wife to calm down, Bill spun the frame,
angling her head down toward the floor and raising the wide "Vee" of
her thighs and pussy. He was preparing to whip her thighs with the
next few strokes.
The whip cracked against the back of Connie's thigh. Pain exploded
through her entire body. Stars appeared behind her closed eyes and
she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out.
Her thighs had always been very sensitive. When she had been a
little girl, her mother had used a thin switch to punish her. Even
then, she had felt it most when the switch had cut into the backs of
her thighs. It soon had her dancing and crying, promising to be
good.
Now that she was grown and had discovered that agony could also
cause great pleasure, the searing stabs of pain as the whip snapped
against her creamy thighs caused the juices in her cunt to gush.
Bill, Kim, and Rosie had a clear view of her winking pussy as it
worked, convulsing in unison with the waves of torment coursing
through her widespread, taunt, body.
Connie felt her desire build each time the cruel leather strap beat
against the soft flesh of her thighs. As Bill focused on the more
sensitive inner portion of her thighs, the woman knew she was nearing
a climax.
"Just a few more strokes," she thought. "If he hits my pussy I'll
cum so hard I'll probably tear my limbs out of their sockets. I'm so
near, so close to cumming. Please," she begged silently, "hit me
just a little harder."
It was almost as if Bill was reading her mind. He stopped abruptly,
spinning her head over heels, until her angle was reversed, leaving
her tits, stomach, and pussy fully exposed to the abuse of the whip.
"That's enough for that position. You have twenty strokes coming.
I'll let you rest a moment then we'll see how you react to having
your tits and pussy whipped."
Connie moaned out loud. "Please, Master. Don't make me wait. I
need it now. Make me cum. Whip my tits, beat me, use that whip as
hard as you can!"
"Silence, Slave!" he barked. "I'll decide when to whip you and how
hard it's going to be."
Bill spoke to Kim and Rosie, although Connie heard and shivered in
anticipation. "I'm going to split the last twenty by giving her five
on each tit, five on her stomach. The last five will hit right on
her pussy."
Rosie's hands moved instinctively to cover her large tits,
protecting them from the pain she knew her neighbor was about to
experience. Kim squeezed her sleek thighs together, imagining the
agony of being whipped between her legs, having the thick leather
slap against the soft folds of her virgin cunt. Kim shuddered, just
thinking about it, but she was very excited knowing she was going to
see it happen to Connie.
Connie could only wait, her body quivering with anxiety. She knew
it was going to hurt, but she desperately wanted Bill to continue.
The force of the first blow caught her by surprise. It drove the
hard nubbin of her erect nipple deep into her soft breast flesh.
Connie's eyes widened, her mouth gaped, and strange, mewing, animal
sounds gurgled out of her. She was too stunned to scream. The pain
was more intense than anyone could have possibly imagined. It felt
as if her tit was being torn from her body.
The second blow flattened her other tit, causing the same,
penetrating flash of anguish. One more crushing blow on each
tortured mound of pulsating breast flesh sent the woman off into a
world of her own. Her eyes had rolled back, her mouth hung slack,
saliva drooling down the side of her face. She saw and heard
nothing, she only felt. What she felt was indescribable. The pain
seemed to race around her body, finally centering deep inside her.
It turned her inside out, exposing all the nerve endings. Her whole
body burned like she was immersed in boiling water. Her tits went
completely numb, refusing to accept any more abuse, although Bill
continued to slap her tender mounds with the strap.
By the time she became aware of her surroundings again she realized
he had already finished punishing her soft, white stomach and had
spun her so that she was almost turned upside down. Bill was
standing between her wide spread legs, looking into her gaping pussy,
which was wet from the thick juice that leaked continuously from her
slick love tunnel.
Connie stared, almost in disbelief, as the heavy leather strap
crashed into her most private and sensitive area. The wet, soggy
sound of leather striking moist soft flesh, reached her ears at
almost the same time the pain reached the center of her brain.
"Yes," she hollered, at the top of her lungs. "Yeeesssssss!
I'mmmmmmm cummmiiiinnnngg!" she shrieked.
She no longer felt the pain. Every cell in her body exploded in the
most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. It didn't subside.
Every time Bill hit her pussy with the strap her orgasm spiraled
higher, starting at the point her last one had peaked. This was
heaven. Connie had never felt such ecstasy.
Rosie and Kim envied the woman as they stared into her palpitating
pussy, seeing the steady stream of white, frothy, cum oozing from
between the delicate folds of her red, puffy, labia. Each time the
strap struck, the lips flattened, further exposing the erect,
vibrating, tissue of the woman's clit to the abuse of the whip.
This tiny collection of pure nerve endings that served as the core of
a woman's sexual being was receiving maximum stimulation, sending
Connie into paroxysms of orgasmic bliss.
Connie had been moved to an upright position when she finally
recovered. She was sore, not only from the strapping, but also
internally, where her muscles had contracted violently from the
orgasms. Bill released her arms and legs from the cuffs and helped
her get down. Connie found it difficult to stand on her own. Her
legs were so weak they refused to hold her. Bill helped her to a
chair and settled her in it. He tied her wrists to the arms of the
chair and her ankles to the chair legs. Connie was disappointed when
he told her about how she had screamed and lost the contest. She
hadn't remembered screaming, in fact, she hadn't remembered much
after Bill had started using the strap on her tits.
Rosie was the next to undergo the torture of the strap. She had
chosen to take forty blows. The woman shivered with anticipation as
Bill stripped her and fastened her in the frame. Watching Connie's
punishment had filled the woman with dread, but had also started her
juices flowing from excitement. She had no idea if she could take
her strapping without screaming, but she was ready to try.
Bill chose to split her forty whacks half and half. There would be
twenty to the ass, thighs, and back, and the remaining twenty to her
front, concentrating on her huge, fleshy tits. He knew from
experience that Rosie really liked having her breasts abused.
The first ten pops on her plump ass cheeks had Rosie gritting her
teeth and moaning. Her ass was on fire and the flames were already
beginning to flicker in her pussy. She could feel the juice seeping
out, making her cunt lips slick. Each time the leather strap smacked
her ass, her nether lips rubbed against each other and the erect,
female-prick of her clit, sending waves of sexual titillation
coursing through her veins.
By the time Bill spun the frame, exposing her front to the lash,
Rosie was panting, extremely aroused. Her tits were engorged with
blood, firming them, and making them sit on her chest with little
sag. Her nipples stood out from the brown, puckered areolae like
soldiers at attention. They begged to be kissed, and Bill was not
going to disappoint them. He intended to kiss them repeatedly with
the strap.
"Crack." The sound reminded Connie of the sound of a well-hit
baseball as it left the bat. She watched the muscles in her
husband's arm and shoulder bunch as he swung the strap again and
again at the poor, suffering woman. There was nothing she could do
for her neighbor, and she seriously doubted if the woman would
welcome her interference, although she was now screaming, begging for
Bill to stop. Connie felt proud that she had at least made it until
he whipped her pussy before breaking down.
Bill knew Rosie was not pretending. He was putting almost full
force behind each of his blows. The strap dug into her tits,
flattening them. They jiggled and rolled around her chest as he
pulled back preparing for the next strike. Bill changed her
position for the next few cuts of the strap.
With her feet high in the air and her head almost touching the
floor, Rosie's tits rolled back on her shoulders, almost touching her
face. The soft, creamy-white, and extremely sensitive undersurface
was now exposed. When Bill directed the strap to this area, Rosie
nearly went insane.
"Nooooo!! Oh Goooddddd. I can't stand it. Stoopppp. Please,
ssssttoopppp. You're killing meeeeee!"
Rosie was shrieking. Her voice had gone hoarse and gravelly. Tears
poured from her eyes. Her head whipped from side to side as she
tried to shake off the terrible pain that raced through her body each
time the strap snapped violently against the smooth skin that had
seldom seen daylight, much less the cruelty of the whip.
Rosie wasn't fooling anybody, least of all, her daughter. Kim
watched, with wide eyes, as her mother's tits turned pink, then red,
then a dark, splotchy purple. She knew the agony her mother was
feeling, but she also saw the copious flow of thick, love-juice
trickling from Rosie's pussy, soaking her long, silky, pubic hair,
and coating her pelvis and stomach. Her mother was hot . . .
sluttishly, whorishly, cum-crazed hot.
When the strap hit squarely on her pussy lips, the lubrication from
Rosie's pussy flew in all directions. Rosie bit her lip, drawing
blood, as skyrockets went off behind her eyes. The release she had
been waiting for, a climax of epic proportions flooded over her.
They all watched as her stomach muscles knotted, giving it the
classic washboard effect. Her toes curled, and the tendons in her
thighs stood out. They could see her entire body vibrating like a
tuning fork. Her pussy clenched and relaxed. It looked like a wet,
toothless mouth chewing a tough piece of meat. Cum was actually
shooting out of her cunt in several thick, syrupy, ropes. Bill had
never seen a woman ejaculate like a man. He was so fascinated, he
almost forgot to finish her strapping. Rosie never felt the last
blows. Her brain finally shut down, unable to process pleasure of
such intensity and duration. She passed out for several minutes.
By the time Rosie regained her senses she had been removed from the
frame and tied in a chair like her neighbor. Although her eyes were
still glassy, she could see her daughter had taken her place in the
frame and Bill was preparing to introduce the young girl to the joys
of the strap.
"Please, Master. Do it as hard as you did to Connie and my mother,"
Kim said. "I know you took it easy on me before. This time, I want
to feel what they felt. I know it will hurt. I'll probably scream
and beg for you to stop, but I saw what it did for them at the end.
I know that great pain brings even greater pleasure and I'm willing
to suffer anything for the pleasure I saw in them."
Bill let her speak. He could see how scared she was by the way she
trembled. The passion in her voice told him she was being sincere
and he decided to give her what she wanted. Although she had asked
for the fewest blows, taking thirty hard cuts from the thick leather
strap was no small undertaking.
A quick spin of the frame positioned the frightened girl with her
face to the floor and her bottom high, ready for the strap. Bill saw
her buttocks squeeze together in anticipation. He waited for her to
relax then quickly snapped the weapon against one of her milk-white
globes. A wide, red, stripe, marred the otherwise perfect
appearance of the young girl's plump, but very firm ass.
With perfect control, Bill overlapped each stripe with the next,
leaving her previously unblemished hemispheres blazing red and fiery
hot. It was the heat that amazed Kim. Nothing her mother had ever
done to her compared with the burning she felt now, and it
transferred right into her equally hot pussy.
"Harder," she moaned. "Burn my ass. Bury that strap right in my
asshole. I want you to whip my tits and pussy, just like you did to
them."
Bill didn't answer her, but did manage to land two hard blows in the
deep crease of her gorgeous ass. He thought, "If she wants her
asshole blistered, that's what I'll do. If she gets pleasure from
that, we'll have to see how she likes getting fucked up the poop
chute."
Kim was, in fact, experiencing great pleasure. When the first blow
split her ass cheeks and popped loudly against her sphincter, rockets
shot off in her head. Her ass was sensitive and she had often
masturbated by inserting various objects up her ass. The second blow
produced no pain, just jarring bolts of electricity racing through
her body. They seemed to run from her ass to her pussy, up to her
tits, then back again. She came.
She moaned loudly as she hit each peak. Tremors ran through her.
Bill was afraid she might injure herself by jerking so hard against
the frame. Rosie and Connie knew it was only the beginning for the
young nymph. Once Bill began to work on her tits and pussy with the
strap, she would soar to heights of orgasmic bliss she had never
known existed.
They were right. Her tits had the weight and contour of maturity
but the firmness and sensitivity of youth. When the strap landed
squarely on her left nipple, the color changed instantly from a soft
coral-pink to a dark, purplish, red. Searing, white-hot, heat
coursed through her, exploding behind her eyes.
"Eeeeaaahhhh!" the tortured teen yelled. "Again. Burn my tits
with that strap. Hit me again, haaarrderrrrrr!"
Her unseasoned nipples felt like they had been touched with the lit
end of a cigarette. Her tit flesh was so hard it barely flattened
with each slice of the whip. With every burning blow, Kim soared,
spiraling upward on the crest of a tidal wave of ecstasy.
Her young and overactive glands were secreting so much vaginal fluid
that it spilled from her tight pussy and ran in rivulets down her
stomach, coating even her firm mounds of tit flesh. Every time the
strap landed droplets of the slick, odoriferous, liquid flew in all
directions. The scent of pure, animal-like, lust permeated the air.
Kim was too far gone to even realize her pussy was being mauled by
the strap. She floated in a sea of orgasms, her body consisting of
only raw, exposed nerves, which continuously ignited, burned like a
fuse, then exploded, showers of pure euphoria saturating her mind and
body.
Bill's raging hard-on demanded relief. His balls ached, swollen
from the buildup of spunk. He couldn't help smiling to himself. He
hadn't had a case of "blue balls" since high school. What he really
wanted was to plunge his stiff rod into the still spasming body of
his youngest slave, but knew she would be disappointed to discover
she had been deflowered and hadn't even known it.
Connie had only sucked his cock a few times in their marriage and
had never swallowed his cum. Bill decided Rosie would tongue his
balls and asshole while using her talented hands to keep him from
shooting off too soon. Connie would remain tied- up, forced to take
his cock all the way down her throat until he came, pouring his jism
right into her belly.
By the time they finished Kim had fully recovered. The adults all
agreed that the youngest member of the group had fulfilled her
contract and deserved to be granted the favor. She had yelled, but
she had yelled for more, and that certainly was the spirit, if not
the letter, of the contest.
Bill was the most shocked over her request. He had assumed she
would ask to dominate one or both of the women. Instead, she asked
for Jimmy to be allowed to join their next session. After much
argument, it was Connie who settled the matter.
"Rosie and Kim have managed to do this without complications. I see
no reason we couldn't do the same with Jimmy, besides, if this is to
be a regular occurrence, it will be easier to include him than try to
hide it from him."
They discussed several plans, finally deciding that catching the boy
in a trap would be the best. Although they were all exhausted, and
the ladies extremely sore, they agreed to put the plan into action
the next day.
Rosie dressed then went to her house to get some cream that she
guaranteed would take the soreness out of them and have them ready
for anything in twenty-four hours. Rubbing on the cream brought on a
little girl play, but they were all too tired to get very serious
about it. Rosie and Kim both got dressed and went home.
Bill and Connie stayed in the basement talking for about an hour
then dressed and went upstairs, falling into a deep sleep when their
heads hit the pillows.
