Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club
CHAPTER 12
Kim was beside herself. She had watched her mom and Connie take
their punishment, and heard the chilling screams that tore from their
throats. The young girl was terrified. She knew the older women could
stand more pain than she. If they were in such agony, how would she
be able to stand it? Of course, she was also aware the screams had
changed about half way through their torture session. The women
still screamed, loudly and vigorously, but Kim knew from the tone
that now, they were screams of pure pleasure.
It had not escaped the girl that both Connie and her mother had
ended their session by getting screwed in the ass. She was excited
about that prospect. Her fresh, young, pussy was no longer virgin,
but her ass had never been invaded by a cock. Kim shuddered as she
imagined how it might feel. She expected some pain, but if it was
like her first fuck, the pain would only make the ass fucking more
enjoyable.
Kim would have to wait, because Bill and Jimmy were both spent.
Jimmy's teenaged cock was shriveled and useless, although it was
usually rock-hard and ready to go. Fucking his mom in the ass had
taken everything out of the boy. Bill was so exhausted that he had
almost forgotten Rosie and left her swinging upside-down and passed
out. He had managed to bring her down and unhook her arms and legs
before collapsing, totally done in, at least for the time being.
Jimmy had unfastened Connie's legs from the spreader bar before he
joined his dad on the cushions that were spread over the floor.
Connie and Rosie lay right where they landed. It didn't matter that
they were no longer bound. Neither woman had the energy nor the
inclination to move.
As expected, Jimmy was the first to come around. His cock was still
limp and swung slowly from side to side as he crossed the room to
Kim. She licked her lips in anticipation. It was finally her turn!
The girl was a little disappointed that it was Jimmy who was taking
her. Kim knew that Bill was more experienced and would be more able
to give her maximum pain without really doing any damage. She had
waited so long though, it didn't really matter. She was ready!
Kim needn't have worried about Jimmy's inability to give her enough
pain. The boy had learned a lot in a short amount of time. He had
watched his father carefully, and had observed his mother and Rosie
while they were being tortured. He knew that the pain had to be real,
and it needed to be applied in gradually increasing doses to be
effective.
Jimmy had made another observation. Apparently, as of yet, none of
the women had reached their limit. Nothing Bill or he had done had
caused one of them to cry "enough." "Just how much do these women
want and need before they're completely satisfied?" Jimmy wondered.
Since Kim was available, she was going to be the subject of his
experiment. He was going to torture and abuse his young friend until
she could take no more, then he was going to fuck her in every hole
until both were too exhausted to continue.
Had Kim known about the plan she would have readily agreed. As it
was, she hoped that Jimmy would hurt her hard enough and fast enough
to get her over the threshold quickly. The girl was experienced
enough to know the pain would turn to pleasure after a while, but it
hurt so much until it reached that point.
Jimmy spun the frame, putting her back and ass in jeopardy, and
interrupting her musing. Seconds later she heard the swish of leather
thongs cutting through the air. Her back exploded as the nine, thin,
fingers of the cat slapped into the taut flesh. A high-pitched scream
tore from her throat as the whip fell again, seeming to tear the skin
from her bones.
Jimmy targeted different parts of the poor girl's vulnerable
backside. He slashed her back, her ass, and the backs of her thighs.
Several blows even marked her full, muscular, calves.
Kim was in agony. She screamed until her throat was raw and her
voice cracked. Hot salty tears poured from her eyes and fell
unnoticed to the floor. Each time the awful weapon dug into her
flesh, she surged, fighting vainly against the straps that held her
securely in place. She was just at her breaking point when her
tormenter directed his blows to the crease of her ass.
The blood-curdling scream of agony and despair got caught in her
throat, finally emerging as a squeak, followed by eerie, low-pitched,
gurgling sounds. It felt as if Jimmy was running a blow torch up and
down the crease of her ass. Some strands found their way into her
pussy, snapping against the spongy flesh with a wet, soggy splat. Kim
froze when the whip cracked against her clit. She was sure it had
been ripped from her body, but it was what she wanted, and it was
what she needed, because the fire changed instantly into the
white-hot heat of lust and desire.
Kim was almost disappointed when Jimmy spun the frame again,
exposing her front to the ravishment of the whip. She wanted him to
continue whipping her ass and pussy. The disappointment vanished when
the boy lashed savagely at her tender breasts. The leather fingers
ripped into her soft, white tit-flesh cruelly, sending shock waves
of pleasure-pain through her system. Kim hardly had time to react
before he stroked her again, this time slicing the whip onto her
protruding and unprotected mound.
When Jimmy finally dropped the whip in sheer exhaustion, his friend
was writhing in agony, and shuddering her way through a series of
bone-jarring cums. She was marked with deep red welts from the tops
of her once creamy tits to her splayed thighs, and everywhere in
between, both front and back. The girl had never been so thoroughly
beaten. Kim had also never had such satisfying orgasms just from
being whipped.
Jimmy wasn't through, just resting. His experiment was not yet
complete, because, although Kim had yelled long and loud, she had not
begged for him to stop. In fact, it had been the opposite. At one
point she was screaming at the top of her lungs for him to hit her
harder. He had done his best to comply, and it had resulted in
sending her into her first paroxysms of orgasm. Kim had jerked so
hard against the frame the boy had been afraid that she might pull
her arms and legs from their sockets.
Kim was still twitching through small orgasms when Jimmy spun the
frame once more. Her feet went straight up in the air, and her long
hair brushed the floor. She felt the blood rush to her head. She
really loved it when she was suspended, especially upside-down. The
distorted view made everything so much more intense. The girl waited
eagerly, wondering what was waiting for her now.
Jimmy didn't make her wait too long. He got some strength back in
his arms and decided how to proceed. Kim was used to the whip. Her
mom had often whipped, caned, spanked, and paddled her. Jimmy knew
that Rosie had avoided making Kim's punishment sessions overtly
sexual, although the overtones had been there. Jimmy noticed that
when he lashed Kim on her pussy it had sent her into orbit. If he
really wanted to give Kim a new experience, he would have to
concentrate on her sexual parts, her tits, ass, and pussy.
Kim was supercharged sexually. Her tits throbbed from the few
lashings they had taken. She was intensely aware of her hard nipples
poking out from her soft, firm orbs. The newly plowed flesh of her
cunt was gushing lubrication. Her labia, both inner and outer, were
puffy, engorged with blood, and hypersensitive. Kim's ass still felt
the sting of the lashes. When she clenched her ass cheeks together,
she could still feel the fire Jimmy had created there.
Jimmy sat in front of the spread-eagled girl. Her upside-down
position made her even more beautiful. He loved the way her tight,
firm titties fell down toward her face, the smooth, alabaster-white
area underneath her ample breasts stretched and exposed. He dribbled
a few drops of oil there, waiting while it slowly made its way to
her hard, pointed, tit-tips. It was "Motion Lotion," a special oil
that got hot when rubbed or blown on.
A shudder ran up Kim's spine when Jimmy began working the oil into
her tits. His light, feathery touch was unexpected, but welcome! She
had been expecting pain and was ready for it, but this confused her
poor tortured body. The oil made her orbs slick. Jimmy covered both
her breasts with his hands, her pulsating nipples burrowing into his
palms. He slowly twisted his hands back and forth, his fingertips
barely touching her at the base of her throbbing globes.
It was maddening! The light, almost imperceptible, touch was driving
Kim crazy. She tried to arch her back, forcing her tits into his
hands, as he slowly pulled back, letting his fingertips glide along
her smooth skin until he was gripping only her nipples. Jimmy gently
rubbed her charged nipples between his thumbs and fingers, sending
electrical sparks flying through the bound girl. This was when Kim
noticed the heat. His fingertips had left trails of hot, pulsing
tit-flesh from the base of her soft, pillowy globes, to her nipples,
which were now pounding, keeping time with her heartbeat. They had
grown even more, now at least an inch long and so hot she thought
they were glowing!
Jimmy kept this up for several minutes, delighting in the
animal-like rutting it was causing in his friend. Kim thrashed in the
frame, trying desperately for more contact with Jimmy's talented
fingers and hands. Occasionally, he stopped, leaning close to the
surging girl and blowing a stream of air on each of her nipples.
This never failed to elicit a response, making Kim moan loudly and
twist in the frame, shaking her tits as much as possible. All this
attention to her tits had brought Kim to the brink of orgasm but was
not enough to push her over the edge. She hovered, her head
swirling, her muscles locked, and her pussy gushing, but not quite
cumming. It was an agonizing torture in its most subtle form!
When he tired of amusing himself with her tits, Jimmy stood and
repeated the process, this time dribbling the oil down the smooth
delicate skin of Kim's inner thighs. Kim felt the oil make its way
all the way to her crotch, puddling in the already swampy morass of
her palpitating pussy. He spread the oil carefully, making sure her
puffy, almost hairless, pussy lips were thoroughly coated, inside and
out, then gently spread the slick, elastic flaps, exposing her
vibrating clitoris.
Using the lightest possible touch, Jimmy swirled his index finger
around the outside of the tiny female penis, causing it to become
even more erect and peek out from its protective hood. Kim felt the
heat from the oil begin to build. Gooseflesh formed all over her body
as Jimmy used his fingertips to trace patterns of liquid fire up her
thighs, over her labia, and onto the very tip of her most sensitive
piece of female sex- flesh.
Kim quivered. She was so aroused that the slightest miscue by Jimmy
would have sent her crashing into a massive orgasm, but he was very
careful. He kept his touch too light to give her the stimulation she
needed, and went slowly enough to allow her body to acclimate to the
increasing level of excitation she was feeling.
The young nymph was euphoric. She had never felt so good. This felt
like she was cumming except it didn't reach a peak. It just kept
going higher and higher, the pleasure getting more and more intense.
Just when Kim thought she had reached the summit, she felt a new,
even better, sensation.
She was being whipped again! Jimmy was sitting, again concentrating
on her swollen tits and nipples. He had chosen to whip her with a
long silky turkey feather. The tip was extremely soft, with frail,
lacy feathering. The feather got stiffer near the base and close to
the quill. Jimmy was driving the young girl out of her mind, tapping
her nipples rapidly with the soft portion of the feather. Its
delicate touch and the wind from the fanning motion combined to raise
the heat in her aching nipples. They were white- hot, and throbbing
so hard he could see them pulsing.
Just when Kim thought her nipples would burst, Jimmy moved the
feather, now sawing at her electrified nubbins with the stiffer part
of the feather. Sky rockets exploded in her head. Her entire world
was centered on those two pieces of sexually charged female anatomy.
She was so sensitive there, it felt as if her nipples were actually
being sawed off!
Jimmy stopped at just the instant she was going to boil over into an
explosive cum, leaving her frustrated, needing to cum, and willing to
do anything to get it.
"NOOOO! Please . . . Don't . . . Stop!" she stammered. "I need to
cum! I have to cum! Pleeeassse . . . Don't Stooooppp!" she begged.
"I'll do anything you ask. I'll suck your cock, lick your balls, eat
out your asshole . . . anything, but please let me cum." Kim was
almost delirious.
Jimmy said nothing, but waited for her to calm down. Once he was
sure it was safe to continue, he moved to her wide spread thighs. He
stroked the insides of her thighs with the feather, turning it
sideways so that the tips just brushed each straining inner thigh,
tickling her and driving her mad with desire. When he reached the
hot vee of her crotch, he fluttered it, spanking her nether lips with
a faint touch.
Kim bucked her hips wildly, trying desperately for firmer contact
with the maddening object. Calmly, Jimmy turned the feather sideways,
again using it like a saw, running it rapidly back and forth just
inside her slick, puffy, labia.
Kim went crazy, whipping her head from side to side, shrieking at
the top of her lungs, begging to be fucked. With acumen far beyond
his years, Jimmy kept up the stimulation until Kim was ready to
explode, taking her farther up the ladder to total sexual
abandonment. She was no longer able to think straight. She existed
only for sex. Her pussy dictated everything she said and did. When
Jimmy stopped short, again, she openly wept with bitter
disappointment.
What Jimmy did next was almost diabolical. He spread Kim's weeping
pussy lips with one hand, using the other to flutter the tip of the
feather against her red, wet, inner lips. The boy marveled at the way
her stomach muscles convulsed, rippling like a washboard, from her
chest to her pelvis. The seldom exposed nether lips jerked wildly,
gaped open, and spit out of gob of odoriferous vaginal lubricant. He
didn't know a woman could shoot off like a man!
Kim's gaping gash gave the boy another idea, which he acted upon
immediately. Still holding her outer lips apart, he poised the
feather at the entrance to her convulsing, scalloped, maw. Hesitating
long enough to catch her when her cunt lips parted, revealing a
glistening cavern that seemed to go on forever, he suddenly plunged
the feather deep into her hole, burying it almost all the way.
Holding the feather by the base of the quill, Jimmy spun it between
his thumb and fingers. When she felt the hairlike feather tips
hitting her super sensitive cuntal walls, Kim's hips bucked with
blinding speed, totally out of control.
She was being fucked with a feather! It didn't matter to the
depraved girl. She would gladly fuck a snake if that would finally
allow her to cum. Kim tried hard to push herself over the edge,
knowing that Jimmy would try to frustrate her again. Kim hoped to
catch him off guard, reaching orgasm before he had time to react.
Jimmy was studying her too carefully to let that happen, and he
pulled the feather out of her pussy just in time.
It was too much. Kim's mind snapped. She had been raised to a
pinnacle of sexual excitation far beyond where she had ever gone
before, and had been held there for what seemed like hours to the
frustrated girl.
"Nooooooo!! I can't staaaaand iiiit anyyymoooore!" she yelled. "Tell
me what you want. I'll do anythinnggggg!"
It was what Jimmy had been waiting for, and he thought Kim was
finally at the point where she meant what she said. He was ready to
test her.
"Ok. Here's the deal" he said. "You have exactly five minutes to do
anything you want to your mother. If you can make her scream in that
length of time, you get to move on to my mom. You get four minutes to
do the same thing with her. If you make it in time, you get three
minutes to make my dad cum. Do that, and I'll let you choose what
happens to you. Anything you want is yours. If you fail at any point
along the way, I'll tie you up so you can't reach any part of your
body and make you stay that way until tomorrow."
It wasn't exactly what Kim wanted to hear, but at least it gave her
a chance.
"I'll do it, anything you say, I'll do it!"
She hoped that Connie and her mom would understand. The girl just
couldn't help herself. She had to cum, and it had to be soon or she
would lose her mind. Kim told herself they would do the same thing in
her place. Then, smiling, she realized, if the situation were
reversed, she would do everything in her power to keep from
screaming. She would try to turn the tables on her tormentor. If
possible she would keep silent, making them lose their bet, and
therefore suffer the worst torture of all, which was not being
allowed to cum.
Rosie and Connie had heard the deal and knew what Kim was going
through. They put themselves in her place and both knew what they
would do in a similar situation. They would do everything they could
to get their victim to scream. Bill had spiced up the deal by telling
each of the older women he would get them just as worked up as Kim
and leave them frustrated for the whole night if they allowed her to
win. It was not a prospect either woman relished. Torture, they could
stand and even welcome, but not being allowed to finish with the
pleasure would make the pain unbearable. It was enough incentive for
them to try hard to keep Kim from winning.
Her mother would be easy. The young girl had several advantages. For
one thing Kim knew her mother's weaknesses, and could exploit them.
Also, she was desperate, and had to win. Another advantage was that
she would actually enjoy torturing the older women. The biggest edge
she had though, was that she knew her mother really wanted and needed
the pain. She wouldn't really be hurting her mother. She would be
doing her a favor.
After asking Kim how she wanted Rosie positioned, Jimmy brought his
neighbor, the one who relieved him of his virginity, to the center of
the room. He cuffed her ankles into a spreader bar, making Rosie
extend her legs to the limit. Next, he placed a long bar across the
back of her neck and shoulders and fastened her wrists into the
cuffs at the ends and her neck into the collar in the center of the
bar. The final touch was attaching a pulley to each bar and pulling
them tight.
Rosie rose slowly into the air. She felt the strain on her wrists
and neck first, then gradually lost contact with the floor as her
legs were pulled up and back. She was suspended, inclined at about a
sixty degree angle. The way her pendulous breasts swung back and
forth provocatively, alerted Rosie to her daughter's intentions. Her
nipples stiffened and grew in anticipation. It was time to begin.
