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Chapter 48 Club Josephine
“As interns, you will receive a stipend of five hundred dollars a week,” said Sir Charles reading from a list of benefits and perks for Club Josephine’s staff members. “It is understood the amount is more significant to you Portia.”
“Five hundred a week, thank you Sir Charles,” said Portia looking up from the bottom of the enormous bed where she and Stacy were busily sucking his cock. The possibility of being paid had not occurred to Portia. But the prospect of having a steady income was extremely gratifying to someone who felt guilty about the demands her Ivy League education placed on her school teacher parents.
It was late Sunday afternoon and Sir Charles was conducting orientation for his two new interns. Two hours before the girls had been awakened from their drug induced sleep. After Edwards had served them a delicious meal and allowed them to bathe, they had been summoned to join Sir Charles in bed. Dressed in nightgowns selected from a closet of expensive apparel they had followed Edwards to Sir Charles bedroom. They found the lord in the middle of his giant bed studying reports.
“Join me you two,” said Sir Charles enthusiastically indicating they should lie by his side.
They climbed up on the great bed resting their heads on his shoulders.
“I think of Club Josephine as my family,” said Sir Charles pulling the girls tightly to him. “As the two newest members, you will receive training to allow you to participate in our great task. I hope you’ve had no second thoughts about your desire to join our venture.”
“None,” said Stacy.
“I’m in to the end,” said Portia.
“Good, then give us a kiss,” said Sir Charles.
It was not a fatherly kiss they exchanged. Stacy’s hand slipped inside Sir Charles lounging robe to tease his nipples. Portia opened the robe further and the two girls energetically applied their mouths to his augmented breasts.
“You vixens have gotten me aroused. Amuse yourselves with my cock while I inform you of the requirements and benefits of belonging to Club Josephine,” said Sir Charles opening his robe to reveal his partially erect manhood.
Neither girl hesitated to scoot down the bed and take Sir Charles in hand as he began to read from a document he selected from his nightstand. His penis’s length and surgical scars made it an awesome appendage each was anxious to explore. It was by no means the first time, Stacy and Portia had shared a penis and they proceeded like the experienced fellatrix they in fact were. They took advantage of its size, energetically applying lips and tongue to different areas of the organ.
Both were only a little the worse for wear from last night’s experience. After they were asleep, Simone had applied a healing salve to the whelps left on their abdomen by the application of the Malacca cane. While their belly still bore the marks of their caning the discomfort was slight and ameliorated by painkillers Edwards had delivered on a silver tray.
The night had not ended with the caning. Deciding his staff deserved a reward for their hard work and flawless execution, Sir Charles had left his three torturers alone with Stacy and Portia. Sir Charles was an educated man of the world. He knew sex was the torturer’s reward and expectation. French water torture, a ride on the Spanish Donkey, and the application of the Malacca cane to their swollen bellies brought Simone and her helpers to the edge of sexual frenzy. Sir Charles went to bed knowing that Simone was clever enough to have arranged a fitting finale.
The origins of the tradition could be traced back in history. The ancient Spartans were renowned for their practice of first whipping prisoners to a senseless state then brutally and repeatedly sodomizing them in Sparta’s public square before an approving crowd. Many an Athenian warrior made his way back to Athens with a scarred backside and a barely-functional sphincter. Sexual humiliation was the end game of the dungeon and the whipping post.
Sir Charles’ ancestors had played an infamous role in the execution of the Maid of Orleans. A brutish Henry Darnell, an English knight, had led a party of jailors into Joan’s cell the night before she was burned. Having convinced her superstitious clerical judges immolating a virgin was both unlucky and a mortal sin, he and his fellows brutally subverted the Maid’s purity in her final hours. Poor Joan’s hopes of meeting her Savior in a virgin state were dashed when Henry forced his member into her opening. Years later, he would regale his dinner companions with descriptions of the thickness of her hymen and how a fountain of blood had erupted from her opening when it split it asunder. Her rape was only the beginning of a full night of assaults ending in the mortal sin of sodomy. The unfortunate former Maid limped to the stake with Darnell jism seeping from her orifices.
When Sir Charles retired, Simone went into action. The whimpering girls filled to the point of bursting were taken down from the crosses and placed on their swollen bellies over beer kegs borrowed from Club Napoleon’s bar. Restrained in a spread eagle position, each had moaned and thrashed as their incredibly tight abdomens covered with raised whelps had come in contact with the cold metal.
Once Stacy and Portia were secured, Alex and Francis dropped their trousers to allow Simone to administer to them orally. Technically bisexual but with a preference for the male gender, the two stood by the kneeling lover of other’s pain allowing her to service both cocks.
Once their cocks had reached maximum expansion and firmness, they prepared to mount the helpless girls from the rear adding to their acute misery. Following their homosexual preferences, they applied the smallest possible amount of anal lubricant necessary to achieve a painless entry for themselves. For the girls, the lack of lubricant created severe discomfort from the natural friction of a large cock forcing its way into their dry hole. Portia and Stacy, exhausted, with breasts and bellies on fire could only moan and whimper in protest. Particularly painful was the narrow line of flesh where the Spanish Donkey had done its evil task.
“Oh God,” cried Stacy as her rectum was filled with Alex’s sizeable member. The pressure on her swollen abdomen was intense. Both girls grunted loudly as their sodomy achieved a regular pace.
Simone took a seat in the chair vacated by Sir Charles and spread her legs over the padded armrests. She powered on the deep tissue muscle massager she purchased from Macy’s. It was a formidable appearing personal appliance with a two-foot handle and a vibrating round head six inches in diameter. Its advantage over the previous model was the heating unit installed in the vibrating head. Simone dialed the heat adjustment to Medium as she licked her fingers then used them to spread and stroke he sex.
The operation of the appliance was beyond the energy available from a phalanx of D cell batteries. A standard 110-volt electrical plug powered the massager.
Although sold as a cure for tired aching muscles, it’s more frequent use was female masturbation. Simone pressed the buzzing warm head covered with soft rubber nodules against her sex. She smiled and closed her eyes allowing her to concentrate on the sounds emanating from the nearby sodomy.
For Stacy and Portia, it was pure hell but there was no alternative to endurance. Each girl whispered her mantra occasionally pausing to moan, whimper, or scream when the pain became impossible to manage.
Simone’s department store lover accompanied by a deliciously audible background of human suffering produced its expected result, a powerful orgasm that shook her torturer’s world. Simone’s legs flopped wildly over the armrests as she pressed the vibrating latex against her sex using all her strength. Drool and spit sprayed from her lips as out of Sir Charles’ hearing, she screamed her favorite profanities.
“That was a good climax,” announced Simone when she had recovered from her orgasm sufficiently to speak. “Are you ready for me to blow them out?”
“Yes, just about,” said Francis sensing the rise of pressure in his testicles.
“I’m almost there,” said Alex.
Simone stepped to the rear of Alex and Francis. She placed her hand on their rear squeezing their buttocks. The two increased their pace. Both girls’ anuses were angry red-rimmed holes unable to fully close once a cock was removed. Simone took advantage by spitting into their opening thereby providing further humiliation. Simone was mildly superstitious and she had been told years before that spitting into the open asshole of someone you tortured was lucky.
“Now,” said Alex offering his hand to Simone. The two helped the diminutive girl to step up on the backs of Portia and Stacy. Even half of Simone’s weight was sufficient to produce the expected result. As the girls felt their rectums fill with semen, they experienced a forced rush of one gallon of water from the stomachs into the plastic buckets Simone had thoughtfully placed on the floor in front of them.
While it was not a prolonged act of torture it was a profoundly painful one. Both females put their last reserves of energy into a final baleful cry that summed up the agony of the last few hours then collapsed.
Fun over, Simone and her two helpers washed the two unconscious girls in warm water, toweled them off and conveyed them to a warm bed in Sir Charles private quarters. Salve was applied to their many whelps and abrasions. Simone’s final act of mercy was to inject each with a drug guaranteed to produce eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.
“Thank you, Sir Charles. Money is always appreciated,” said Stacy who had been concentrating on the underside of Sir Charles’ penis paying special attention to the thin ridge of flesh that bifurcated his testicles and traveled downward to his rectum. A pair of eiderdown pillows elevated Sir Charles’s hips allowing Stacy’s tongue easy access to the peer’s wrinkled anus. It was slick with her saliva. Her efforts to relax and open up the sphincter were beginning to succeed. Rimming had become a favorite endeavor of Stacy. She had become an anal expert capable of coaxing even the most uptight sphincter into relaxing the thin ring of muscle protecting the hidden treasures beyond.
“You will have full member privileges for Club Napoleon including the right to bring guests. Portia, you must bring those two delightful boys, Monk and Les. Their college experience would be incomplete if it failed to include the sexual world of the transvestite.”
“We will. I’m sure they’ll love it. They’ve both mentioned how they would like to have sex with cross dressers,” said Portia continuing to stroke the longest cock she’d ever held.
“Good, other benefits include one hundred percent employer paid health care. We have an excellent plan that is globally recognized by the best hospitals. Some of the perks are less substantial. For example, you can take a suite at London’s Savoy at a rate comparable to a single room. You can sit in my luxury box at Boston Garden if you’re a fan. There will be a complete list in the packet of information you take with you.”
“What will be required of us,” asked Portia?
“As interns you will be expected to work one eight hour shift per week in Club J’s Control Center. And you will be assigned projects including one that involves freeing you from the clutches of Lt. Mike Cabreeze.”
“How long a project,” asked Stacy?
“Over a year I am afraid. As I mentioned to you at Bar Noir last night, Lt. Cabreeze is not the biggest fish that Club J is after. But we will fill you in on all that later. It’s time to take the official oath. My wife, Elspeth, will administer it. Portia you can go first. Mount my cock facing the screen,” said Sir Charles picking up a remote off the bed table and pressing the power on button.
As the wall sized screen flickered to life, Portia straddled Sir Charles. Stacy placed the head of the badly scarred penis into the opening of Portia’s vagina. Fox News appeared momentarily on the screen before Sir Charles switched to an encrypted feed of a video frequency that could only be received and decoded by a combination of hardware and software developed by NSA and non-existent outside the agency except for the system in Sir Charles and Lady Elspeth’s bedrooms.
As Portia slowly lowered herself she felt the over long appendage reach places in her birth canal that had only been visited by the two porn stars who had fucked her at the Women In Harm’s Way Golf Weekend. Portia halted ever few inches taking deep breaths to allow her love tunnel to accommodate its visitor. She wiggled her hips hoping the rigid column of flesh would find the path of least discomfort. Finally, just as Portia’s bottom touched down on Sir Charles’ thighs, the videoconference system completed its initiation sequence. Portia looked up to see a naked female lying in bed between two naked men. The woman looked to be Sir Charles age but the men were much younger. Stacy noted they were both muscular with rugged good looks and sizeable cocks. They each had at least one finger in Lady Elspeth’s vagina.
“Greetings Elspeth, can you hear me?” said Sir Charles.
“Yes, Sir Charles, loud and clear,” said Elspeth.
“Let me begin with introductions. Portia, Stacy, this is my wife Lady Elspeth Darnell,” said Sir Charles.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Elspeth,” said Stacy looking at the screen while continuing to massage Sir Charles’ testicles.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, mum,” said Portia feeling somewhat embarrassed at meeting the wife of a man whose cock was inside her.
“And I am delighted to make yours. Welcome to Club Josephine. Let me introduce Rodney and Beckett,” said Lady Elspeth referring to the two by her side. “Both are members of London’s Club Josephine.”
“Hello, ladies,” said the two waving at the screen. Stacy and Portia responded similarly.
“Who won the match,” asked Sir Charles who was a partial owner of the soccer team that employed the young men’s services. The team was one of the very few assets he publicly acknowledged
“We did,” said Beckett referring to yesterday’s game. The two were standout players and well known throughout the soccer world.
“Rodney and Beckett play for Manchester United,” said Sir Charles.
“Love your decorations, Portia,” said Rodney referring to Portia’s piercings and tattoos.
“Thank you,” said Portia maintaining a slow steady pace of impaling herself on Sir Charles penis.
“We must plan a trip to the Boston Club,” said Rodney thinking it would be great fun to party with Portia and Stacy.
“Sounds like fun,” said Stacy thinking she and Portia would enjoy a weekend of sex with the two.
“The oath, my dear,” said Sir Charles reminding his wife there was a purpose to their video call.
“Yes, of course,” said Lady Elspeth snatching a laminated piece of paper off her nightstand. She moved quickly to mount Beckett’s hard cock so she was in the same position as Portia. Both women were now in the reverse cowgirl position looking directly at one another. Rodney was busily licking Lady Elspeth’s clit as she rose and fell on Beckett’s cock. Stacy was performing the same procedure as Rodney.
Moments later, Portia had sworn her undying loyalty to the Order of the Empress Josephine. She had agreed upon pain of death to faithfully serve the Order in its war on drugs.
Stacy changed places with Portia and repeated the oath. Oaths taking complete, good byes were said and the videoconference ended. But not before, Rodney and Beckett invited the girls to England to watch a match.
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“Club rules state it’s impolite on weekends to refuse another club member’s request for sexual congress,” said Portia reading from the document detailing Club Napoleon’s rules and regulations.
“I don’t see a problem with that,” said Stacy. The two were in Stacy’s bed; a partially eaten pizza was nearby. Hours before, a limousine had delivered them back to their condo. “I think it would be very interesting to be in a room filled with transvestites, all those tits to suck and dicks to fuck.”
“Back to you,” said Portia focusing her entire being on pushing the double dildo out of her vagina and deep into Stacy’s.
The two were exercising the muscles involved in sexual intercourse by passing a double dildo between them. The exercise required well-developed musculature both in the abdomen and the lining of the vagina. Remarkable powers of concentration were needed to perform the exercise properly.
Portia felt the dildo begin to move, pick up speed then impact Stacy’s pussy with an audible thunk.
“Good one,” said Stacy absorbing the impact as her fingers stroked her clit.
“I’m improving but I’ll never be at your level,” said Portia acknowledging Stacy’s superior capability. “You could crush a walnut with that mantrap you call a cunt.”
“I wonder if it’s inherited. Even though my dad has screwed around on my mother, they’ve stayed married. And they still have an active sex life,” said Stacy.
“How do you know they’re active,” said Portia?
“Well, when I still lived there, they used to disappear into their locked bedroom every Sunday afternoon. Mom always had a lift to her step when she emerged. When I dropped by last Sunday to say hello, Manuela said my parents were in their bedroom and did not want to be interrupted.”
“That’s sweet. Send it back,” said Portia bracing herself.
There was an even louder thunk seconds later when Stacy later filled her lungs then exhaled as she contracted her muscles. The dildo landed deep in Portia’s cervix.
“Wow, I felt that all the way to the top of my skull,” exclaimed Portia.
“You exaggerate,” said Stacy.
“Some Saturday night, we should venture out to Club Napoleon for dinner and dancing. Monk and Les can be our dates,” said Portia. “According to this, at midnight on weekends they open something called the maze. It’s a dimly lighted area of narrow hallways and alcoves where patrons can enjoy anonymous encounters. Clothing is not allowed.”
“Sounds like fun. On a more serious note, doesn’t the entire Club Josephine thing strike you as insane?” asked Stacy.
“Totally bonkers, I performed an extensive WEB search on Sir Charles Darnell and even Lady Elspeth Darnell,” said Portia reaching for a slice with anchovies.
“And,” asked Stacy?
“Not much, according to Forbes, he is the fifteenth richest man on the planet but that placement was only a rough estimate. His wealth was at least partially inherited. But Sir Charles has the reputation of a financial genius in the area of commercial real estate. Most of his holdings are in office buildings; however he chooses to mask the extent of his ownership. No one knows the true magnitude of his fortune,” said Portia.
“So he may be the fifteenth or the twentieth or the first,” said Stacy as she took a sip of wine.
“The article described Sir Charles as reclusive to the max. He has never been interviewed by the media,” said Portia.
“Just think, we have had the fifteenth richest man’s cock inside us,” said Stacy recalling how it felt to be skewered by Sir Charles.
“To the womb and beyond, and we have played with and sucked his man boobs,” said Portia.
“What else did you find out,” asked Stacy looking at the muted television screen? “Shit, the Yankees are ahead again.”
“Sir Charles took a first at Cambridge in Greek and Latin. Seems like an odd education for a real estate mogul.”
“How about Lady Elspeth?”
“She studied animal husbandry and breeds milk cows. She’s been very successful at increasing milk production by selective breeding. Two of her bulls produce semen sought world over. And this is intriguing. Lady Elspeth was also a Darnell at birth. He married his first cousin,” said Portia.
“Sounds very English, any children,” asked Stacy?
“Two, a daughter who is deceased and a son I can find nothing about. As Sir Charles told you, the daughter overdosed on heroin at a London nightclub.”
“And we are now sworn to avenge her death by assassinating the planet’s drug lords,” said Stacy. “My God, does that strike you as a little ambitious for two young ladies of quality attending an Ivy League college?”
“I think Sir Charles is a genius albeit a mad one. Who would ever suspect a sweet and innocent pair of Harvard coeds could be assassins? I hope we get to start with Cabreeze. Sir Charles was right. Eventually he will find a reason to kill us both,” said Portia.
“I’m not sure that Mike will be first. Sir Charles indicated Mike wasn’t a tier one player but he was the means to reach the top guy.”
“However, he did say he wanted us to gather all the information we could regarding Mike and the Posse’s operations. Where do you think we should start?” said Portia.
“Remember the secret room at the apartment,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, the one with all the guns and ammo,” said Portia.
“I’m talking about the file cabinets full of blackmail dossiers about individuals.”
“Yes, the master copy of Stacy Does Cambridge is there, my all time favorite pussy whacking DVD.”
“I think those files are the key to Mike’s hold over everyone,” said Stacy.
“Maybe he has a video of the Mayor of Cambridge fucking a goat.”
“A goat or something like that, most likely Mark, but it could be drugs, straight sex, or even financial. We need to learn what’s in those files,” said Stacy.
“If there are as many as you say, that would take days if not weeks,” said Portia.
“That’s why we need to make our own copy,” said Stacy.
“And exactly how do we do that,” asked Portia? “You want to share this last slice?”
“No, you can have it. I’m full. We’ll sit down with Simone and the others and figure it out. It shouldn’t be too difficult.”
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