Susan Gets a Delivery

Susan Gets a Delivery, Part 5

“The Cock Club”.  That’s what the locals called it.  However, its legal name was:  “Citizens of Cum Kingdom”.

There were so many erroneous rumors that floated around the county regarding the nature of The Cock Club.  All outsiders “knew” it was about depraved sex.  The nature of the speculated sex ranged from underage sex to sex with other species.  Neither of these was correct just as most of the other wild rumors were incorrect.

Since the membership was completely secret, there were rumors that anywhere from fifty to a hundred people were members of this horrible club.  In fact, there were sixteen couples – thirty-two people in all.  It was a tedious effort to find members who could afford such dalliances and who were, also, so inclined.  They were, as one would expect, quite wealthy – and – they were the movers and shakers of the community.

The sixteen couples were divided into four teams – four couples on each team.  The club met four times a year with one team in charge of the evening’s festivities.  Thus, one team was responsible for the entire events of the evening.  The three remaining teams were simply spectators and cheerleaders to all that took place and all that were instigated by the team that was in charge.

The club had certainly been created for what many would consider extreme sexual activities.  However, the members themselves simply considered it very adventurous sex.  Much of their agenda was simply about watching sexual activities that could not normally be viewed in person.  This then was a means of achieving a strong arousal so that they could become personally involved with one another in much better-than-average sex.

The ages of the membership ranged from the youngest of twenty-two years to the oldest of sixty-four years.  They all had a lot time on their hands.  None of them had children.  Thus they were free to do as they pleased within the boundaries of their abilities.

Their meeting place was a huge mansion, set back off of a seldom-traveled road, and protected by high fences and a strong gate.  Plus, they had a security system that many countries would have longed for.

Their quarterly meetings included a magnificent formal dinner prepared by one of the finest chefs in the world.  These were served by four men and four women, all beautiful and with tremendous physiques.  These servers were paid well.

The servers provided two functions.  First of all, they were remarkable servers.  The club had even sent each of them to Europe for three months to some of the top gourmet restaurants to learn how to perform their tasks in a civilized and proper manner.  As to their second function, they were superb eye candy.

When serving, the women servers were always topless, set off by an extremely short skirt with no underwear.  They wore shoes with heels that were impossibly tall.  Except for shoes, socks, and a very special jock strap, the male servers were naked from the waist down. They were quite well endowed.  What made the jock strap special was the fact that it had a hole in the appropriate location so as to permit the wearer’s dick to flop free.

It seems that the club members did not feel it would be sanitary to have testicles roaming free while food was being served.  But, not wanting to be complete prudes, they apparently felt that free-swinging pricks were not unsanitary.

The club had strict rules prohibiting sexual activities between the servers and the members.  If the rules were violated, the server would lose a job that paid well beyond what anyone could imagine.  Also, the offending member would be barred for life from further membership.  The rules had never been violated.

Now, there was certainly a slight amount of groping between the members and the servers but no one had ever gone beyond the occasional ball-fondling or the wistful pussy-petting.  The fact of the matter was that there were so many other sexual activities for members that they never felt a hunger to violate the rules regarding servers.

One of the highlights of each dinner party was the pre-dinner cocktail hour.  This was held in an anteroom in which the walls were decorated with exotic and priceless erotic art.  Some of the paintings were centuries old and had been created by the historical masters of the art world.  All of the paintings were original.

In the center of the cocktail room was a giant turntable (twelve feet in diameter).  An exotic and erotic live person was always displayed there to be discussed and admired.  Susan would have been shocked to know that she was to be not only the featured display but, in fact, the entire evening’s entertainment both during and after the formal dinner.

The quarterly meetings had a theme that was always sexually exhilarating.  These theme nights involved both spectatorship and direct involvement.  Some of these nights had included such things as “Little Love” night in which a gaggle of midgets (the club wasn’t too much on political correctness) was brought in to fuck each other and to provide some exotic sex for the members.

The female members seemed to enjoy holding the naked male midgets upside down by the ankles and giving them blow jobs.  They even had hand-job contests to see who could make her little fellow shoot the furthest.  Some of the distances were outstanding.

The male members enjoyed letting the little ladies be on top while each of them literally masturbated with each gal’s pussy.  Also, there was a contest to see who could make the nipples extend the furthest when their little titties were sucked.

Another theme night involved “Contortionist Cunts & Dicks Night”.  Apparently, this involved performers from a traveling circus.  For a finale, the performers wrapped themselves around the limbs of the members in strange ways so as to exact some of the most exotic and unusual sex imaginable.  Everyone agreed that they had fucked and been fucked by humans in some of the most memorable positions ever devised by humankind.

However, tonight was one they had been looking forward to for the entire year.  It was to be “Enema and Toilet Night”.  They had contracted with Ed for this particular evening and thus this explained his preparation of Susan.

Ed, Ricolaleta, and Horsecock were busy preparing Susan for the evening festivities.  They had cleaned her thoroughly, hosed out the insides of her pussy and ass chute while Ricolaleta was busy giving Susan a makeover with her hair.  Ricolaleta had already applied makeup to Susan’s face.  Needless to say, the makeup was not subtle.

Susan was confused and dismayed.  There had to be a reason for this “positive” attention and the reason could not be good for her well-being.  She was so deep in thought that she scarcely felt the prick of the hypo that went into her left butt cheek.  Within seconds she was completely unconscious.

Susan awoke as from a deep sleep.  She was confused as she lay on the hard surface that was beneath her.  Although her eyes could not yet focus she was able to feel around on the surface with her hands.  To her shock she was not on the table.  From the air wafting across her skin she realized that she was still completely naked except for the fact that her feet were obviously clad in some kind of shoes.

Slowly her eyes brought her surroundings into focus.  She realized that she was lying upon a large circular platform of some sort.  As she looked around she determined that her platform was about eighteen inches above a hardwood floor.  At one end of the room was a liquor bar being tended by a bartender who was busy setting up his work place.  He paid no attention to Susan.

Susan looked down at her feet.  Unbelievably high heels were strapped to her feet.  She knew, even with her experience at formal wear, that these would be difficult to maintain her balance if she were to stand.

She was apprehensive.  She was trembling.  However, somehow she sensed that it would not bode her well to be making any sounds.  She clamped her mouth tightly shut.  But, her eyes betrayed her feelings.  She was terribly frightened.

Then, Ed’s deep voice came rumbling from speakers that were in the ceiling.  “Stand up cunt!”

Without hesitation Susan used her hands to steady herself on the floor as she tried to gather her feet beneath her naked body.  Finally, not without a great deal of shakiness, she stood up completely.  Her legs were still shaky from the sedative she had been given and from the unfamiliar height of the shoes.

For the first time, she saw some of the erotic art that was on the wall to her front.  It was, to be blunt, quite erotic and masterfully well done.  Despite her fear and her pain, she could feel moisture forming on the lips of her pussy and she knew her nipples were engorged and erect.

She knew the condition of her nipples because she could see them in larger-than-life living color.  It seems that she was being televised and videotaped from many angles.  Directly in front of her, on the wall above the erotic art, was a huge television screen.  Her body filled the screen.  To each side of this screen were several smaller screens that displayed her from other angles and with close-ups of special parts of her body.  There were obviously many cameras trained upon her.

On one screen, her right tit was completely filling the display from edge to edge.  Her nipple was beautiful as well as gigantic.  Similarly, her left tit was displayed in the appropriate place on another screen, next to the image of her right tit.  Although both tits looked quite good, she felt that her right tit was somewhat superior to her left tit.  Some women notice such things.

On another screen was a tight close-up of her pussy.  It was so large that she could have counted every strand of her pussy hair.  Her pussy lips were glistening.  Her clitoris was peeking out from its folds, looking like a foreign beast that wanted to come out of its lair.  Finally, there was a tight shot of her ass on the remaining screen.  She had to admit that she was proud of this image.  She truly did have a great ass.

Ed’s voice rang out again from the speaker, “Clasp your hands behind your back and spread your legs apart.”

Susan did as she was told.  With her hands behind her neck, her breasts seemed to jut out even further.  They were a grand sight.  Her legs spread, bringing tension to her ass muscles and, at the same time, showing the full beauty of her pubic hair.

However, Ed was not satisfied.  “We don’t have time to debate. Spread your goddamn legs wider.”

In fear, Susan spread her legs wider.  A glistening bit of moisture could be seen on her pussy lips that just did peek out from the beautiful forest of cunt hair that she carried.  Her legs wobbled at first on the high heels but then she steadied herself.  She was gorgeous.

Ed’s voice rang out once more, “In a moment people will be coming into the room through the double doors next to the bar.  You are NOT to move unless directed to do so.  You are to obey them without question.”

Susan was in pain – both physical and emotional.  Her legs hurt.  Her arms were becoming tired.  Worse still, she was beside herself with shame at the thought of a roomful of people seeing her like this.  She made an assumption that they would be strangers.  She felt shame that she was to be displayed thusly in public but she was glad she would not know any of them.  This last bit of “gladness” was soon to be dashed away.

The double door swung open.  Of the four couples, she knew three of them!

She knew the first couple who entered the room.  It was the Reverend Bobby Bub Bulsheet and his wife Mavis Fay.  Reverend Bobby Bub was the pastor of her church, a mega-church named Bobby Bub’s Temple to the Almighty.  Mavis Fay, his wife, was the church’s star soprano.  Reverend Bobby Bub was outfitted in a pale-blue tuxedo while Mavis Fay wore her usual boob-revealing low-cut dress with her hair piled high – as if to touch the floor of god’s heaven.

They each had on their typical phony smile, while their eyes darted around the room until they rested upon the form of Susan.  Reverend Bobby Bub’s smile turned to a genuine smile of glee.  Mavis Fay’s smile turned to one of pure evil as she saw who she was going to be debasing tonight.

Susan was ashamed.  Her body was there for these spiritual people to see.  She was in sin.  But then she remembered an event that had taken place in church one night, an event that she had dismissed as an accident. 

She had asked to have her picture taken between these two spiritual leaders.  As they posed together, Reverend Bobby Bub’s hand had slipped down to Susan’s right ass cheek.  Similarly, Mavis Fay’s hand had slipped down to Susan’s left ass cheek.

Even though each of them had mildly squeezed a handful of ass, Susan had thought it had probably happened because she was so tall and each of these servants of god were so short.  Reverend Bobby Bub stood five foot six while Mavis Fay would never reach five foot unless she had on five inch heels.

Now, Susan realized that she had not been the victim of an accident.  These two were perverts hiding in the cloak of religion.

As the two holy people walked toward Susan, the next couple came in behind them.  Again, Susan was mortified.  She knew them.  The man was the president of the local bank.  He was in his early sixties.  His wife, surely a trophy wife, was at least twenty years younger than he.  He was distinguished-looking as befitted his position.  And she was a knockout, as befitted hers. 

Susan remembered an altercation she had with him over five years ago.  She had applied for a home equity loan and she had requested an unusually low rate of interest.  He told her it was possible but he would like to have her come to dinner with his wife and him at their home.  She thought this odd and expressed as such.

The banker had told her that he and his wife liked to explore new and adventurous avenues of sexuality and they found a third person often opened up new, unexplored avenues.  She had told him “no” but she did explain that she would have dinner with the chairman of the bank’s board.  Then, she would ask the chairman if this was the way his bank did business.

The banker’s leer turned to a grimace and, in fact, he gave her an even lower interest rate than she had requested.  As she left, he said, “You know payments – that is – payback can be a bitch.”  It was the last conversation she ever had with him.

Now he was looking at her as she stood there naked before him.  He had a “payback” look on his face and Susan knew this was going to be very bad.

As the third couple entered the room, Susan recognized the young man.  He was black and very, very young.  He was, in fact, twenty-two years of age although he could have passed for fifteen.  Six years ago he had been Susan’s newspaper delivery “boy”.  One day he had inadvertently thrown her paper into the bushes.  She had used her power and prestige to get him fired.

His wife looked even younger although, she too, was twenty-two years of age.  She was completely flat-chested although she wore a low-cut dress that was very short.  The hem of the dress came just below her crotch to show legs that were toothpick thin.  It was surely not true, but it seemed that wafts of pubic hair could be seen protruding from beneath the dress.

The young black man’s name was Chevette.  Legend had it that he was named this because he was conceived in the back seat of a 1978 Chevette.  If true, his parents were obviously quite flexible.  His soul mate beside him was named “Saucer.”  This was given to her by Chevette.  No one other than he knew the reason for this strange name.  In fact, he gave it to her because she surely had the biggest pussy he had ever seen.  He told her once that it was as big as a saucer and the name stuck.  She had replied, “Big girl – little pussy.  Little girl – all pussy.”  She fulfilled this prophecy.

Just as Chevette turned twenty-one, his parents were killed in a horrific accident by a tour bus owned by a nationwide form.  The ensuing lawsuit had left him forever wealthy.  It was rumored that the punitive damages awarded him were in eight figures.

The first three couples formed a circle around Susan’s platform.  She was sweating now – from the physical exertion of maintaining this difficult position and from the utter fear that was beginning to consume her.  Then, things became worse.  The fourth couple entered the room.

The fourth couple’s appearance was completely incongruous with the first three couple’s look.  This couple was less than average – hell – they were homely and obviously ill-suited to this entire evening.  Susan was later to learn that the man’s name was Caleb and the woman was simply called LardAss.

As they drew near, Susan realized that she knew the man.  He was a farmer who delivered fresh peaches to her when they were in season.  She had castigated him many times for his lack of cleanliness and in general for everything about him.

Caleb and LardAss were not socially compatible with the fine people who were the other members of the Cock Club.  However, Caleb had money – lots of it.  And, Caleb loved to denigrate, punish, and fuck women.  He was good at it.  The other members had learned a myriad of techniques from him.

Caleb and LardAss had become acquainted via the Internet.  They found they had much in common and they now hung together almost exclusively.  They were a pair.

For this evening, Caleb was actually wearing bib overalls beneath his tuxedo jacket.  This along with his plaid shirt made him look like an actor in a hillbilly comedy.  But, there was no one who dared laugh at him.  He was rough.

LardAss was equally out of place in this setting.  She was actually wearing a strapless prom dress that looked as though it had come out of the 50’s.  And, it looked as though it had not been cleaned in that time either.  The dress was tight and rolls of skin rolled over the top of it.  Plus, although she was somewhat tall and the dress was obviously for a much taller person, the lower parts of her pudgy thighs were actually visible.  And, her exposed skin displayed many scars, burns, body art, and piercings.  She was truly a fearsome sight.

Caleb and LardAss joined the circle of the other team members and they began apprising Susan’s assets.

She felt like a hanging, slab of meat as they discussed her attributes.

From Reverend Bobby Bub:  “She has a great ass.”

His wife, Mavis Fay:  “You horny bastard.  Her ass isn’t that great.”

Susan’s thought:  “What do you mean you fat-ass bitch?  My ass is a great ass.”

From Calab:  “Her ass will look good in red – red from the scars of the ass-whoopin’ I’m going to give her.”

From LardAss:  “Whose piss do you think she will like better – mine or yours?”

From the banker:  “She owes me so much interest that it can only come from her mouth.”

Banker’s trophy wife, “Her mouth will feel good on my ass hole.  She should be thrilled at sucking an ass that’s better than hers.”

From Chevette:  “She didn’t like a newspaper in her precious bush.  Wait ‘til she has my black dick in her bush here today.”

From Saucer:  “You told me about that.  She’s going to eat my filthy bush right now.  You fucked it this morning and I haven’t cleaned it yet.  Let’s see how she likes a filthy snatch filled with old cum.”

At that, Saucer stepped up on to the platform, walked up to Susan and tilted her head far back so she could look Susan directly in her eyes.  Saucer commanded, “On your knees you white bitch.”

Susan should have known better when she responded, “Please don’t hurt me.”

The crack of skin on skin echoed throughout the room and everyone jumped.  Saucer’s hand had seemed to move quicker than a mongoose as it slammed upward into Susan’s left cheek.  The power behind the slap did not seem consistent with the stature of the black girl who delivered it.

Susan was felled like a tree in the forest.  However, Susan seemed to learn quickly.  Although she had landed hard on her side she had immediately scrambled to her knees quicker than it would have been thought possible.

At that, Saucer lifted her dress up over her head and through it to one side.  Her features were completely inconsistent with one another.  She was, indeed, completely flat-chested with teeny-tiny nipples.  But, the bush between her legs looked like the rain forest on steroids.  Actually, it certainly wasn’t just between her legs.  It reached all the way to her navel and wrapped partially around her hips.  But, its thickness was not to be believed.  It was a black, hairy thatch.  And, the thatch was unruly as it extended to an impossible length.

With this crazy bush just inches before her face, Susan almost retched.  It didn’t look human and it was rank to the point of smelling like death-taking-a-shit.  Susan trembled as she knew what was coming next.  It came.

Saucer spread her thin legs wide as she said without ceremony, “Eat me bitch.”

Susan skootched forward on her knees and immediately plunged her face into the jungle of pubic hair before her.  Susan’s mouth was slightly off target as her mouth failed to make connection with the actual pussy.

Saucer angrily clasped her hands behind Susan’s head and pulled it into the abyss of her huge pussy.  Susan immediately realized her face had been brought into a huge maw that could have been the mouth of a monster.  The pussy lips actually wrapped around her face and clung to the skin just in front of her ears.  Her nose was lost somewhere in this giant pit of pussy.

Saucer commanded, “Get that tongue working you stupid white cunt.”

Susan heard and obeyed.  Meanwhile her sinuses were in rebellion as the odor overwhelmed her.  Plus, her taste buds were now sensing the horrible taste of old, rant male cum.  With all of these attacks on her senses, Susan did even discern the touch of some hard object between her eyes.  It was, in fact, anecdotal proof that a clitoris was a type of female penis.

Saucer retained her grasp of Susan’s head and used it as a dildo as her hips began grinding left to right and front to back.  Susan felt as though she was drowning in rank sexual juices.  Although she could breathe, she didn’t want to breathe.  Only her mind’s will to survive kept her inhaling these foul aromas.

Suddenly, Saucer began screaming.  Muffled sounds of horror could be heard emanating from her snatch.  Then, Saucer’s efforts and Susan’s ministrations completed their tasks.  It was a climax for the ages.  Saucer’s pussy was spouting pussy juices in torrents.  Susan had no choice other than to swallow them as best she could.  Her efforts to swallow were certainly commendable but not complete. 

As Saucer released her hold on the reluctant head, Susan brought her head back until she was in a completely upright position while still on her knees.  Her face was covered in cunt juice.  And, sticking to the juices were countless numbers of kinky, black, pussy hairs.  She was a sight.

The seven people who circled the platform were in awe.  They applauded what they had just seen.  After slipping into her dress, Saucer actually did an imitation of a curtsy and proudly walked back to stand beside Chevette. 

Somehow, Susan had returned her hands to a position behind her neck although she had an obvious look of chagrin on her face.  In addition, her stomach could be seen rolling as she tried to keep down the bile that was rising in her gullet.

Susan still had a semblance of pride in her being and she did not want to be seen vomiting because of anything these ass holes did to her.  And, even more so, she knew that if she vomited, she would be punished severely.

Reverend Bobby Bub brought his fat frame up on to the platform.  In a false display of altruism, he said, “We must help this poor girl.  She has need of support.”

As he stood before her, Susan looked up into his eyes with a questioning look of some semblance of hope.

The Reverend spoke, “Take your hands from behind your neck.  Your arms must be terribly uncomfortable.”

Susan was betrayed into a false of hope as she complied.

Again, the Reverend spoke, “Before subjecting this poor being to any more sin, she should be baptized.  I am going to baptize you my dear.”

Susan now looked at the seven people circled around her and she tried to determine why they were smiling.

The Reverend explained, “Unbuckle my belt child.  Pull down my pants.  Give me a hand-job.  I will baptize you with the cross of my cum.”

Susan’s shoulders could actually be seen to slump, even in this kneeling position.  Yet, she knew she best comply.  She did.

Her hands were trembling as she fumbled with his belt buckle.  It was a huge buckle in the shape of a cross.  At first, she couldn’t figure it out.  But, finally, she unloosened the huge buckle.  She pulled down his trousers.

His gut was huge and hung down low to form an apron of blubber that rested just above a quite tiny dick.  His dick was erect and quite hard.  It was, simply put, a tiny dick.  Yet, the Reverend was not ashamed.  He acted as though it might have been the dick of the King of Porn.

None of the onlookers cracked a smile.  They had seen him in action and they knew he had attributes that offset the slightness of his tool.

Susan reached up her right hand and grasped the holy dick with as many fingers as she could get around it.  Then, she heard as though from afar, the voice of the owner of the tiny tool.

“My child, fondle my balls as you work my dick.  It will give me power from deep within.”

Her eyes had been taken so much by this little dick that she had not even looked down to see his nut sack.  It was huge.  It was obviously full of much in the same measure that the Reverend was full of much.

Susan began working both his dick and his huge balls.  Somehow, his dick became even harder.  The Reverend could now be heard to grunt guttural sounds of words that could just barely be heard.

“Blessed Jesus.  Blessed Jesus.  O god.  O god.  O, I feel the spirit coming.  I feel it coming.  It’s about to cum child.”

Susan picked up the pace.  The Reverend was sweating profusely now and his man breasts could be seen bouncing up and down beneath his silk shirt. 

Then, a transition could be seen.  Susan was getting in to the task before her.  It was obvious that she was doing everything she could to work and excite the little dick.  The hand on his balls was working them the way Captain Quig worked the steel bearings in “The Caine Mutiny”.  Her hand then released his nuts and crept back to his butt hole.  From the look in his eyes, it was apparent that her finger had invaded his balls and was seeking out his prostate.  She achieved success in this quest.

Unexpectedly, with a volume that made everyone jump, the Reverend gave a command that would have made Moses sound demure. 

“Turn loose of my holy staff my child.  I will take over.  Lean back to receive my baptism!”

Susan complied with the command.  The circle of onlookers leaned forward with anticipated awe.  They had seen this before and were still amazed, knowing what was about to happen.

Susan leaned back.  The Reverend reached down and began jacking off, never missing a beat as Susan had released his dick.  Then, it happened.  The Reverend shot a load of cum with the force of a fire hose.  If Susan’s face had not been before it, the wad of cum would have surely sailed ten feet on its own.

Instead, a large load of white cum formed a vertical stripe just above the bridge of Susan’s nose.  Susan screamed.  It felt as though she had been kicked by a mule.  Before, she could react further, the Reverend was letting fly with another shot of cum that landed with a splat to form a horizontal stripe across the previously-delivered vertical load.  A cross had been formed on her forehead.

The Reverend let forth another command.

“I command you to open your mouth and receive my personal communion.”

Somehow, Susan had turned over all of her functions to this holy man.  Her mouth opened wider than she would have thought possible.  It opened just in time to receive his last load of juice.  This one was larger than the previous two shots.  The aim was a study in perfection.  It went directly between her lips to the very back of her throat.  She had no choice but to swallow it.  Swallow it she did, almost with a sense of deep pride.

The Reverend was still milking his dick and small droplets were forming from his piss slit.  He spoke gently, “Come my child.  Clean off this holy tool.  None of my essence must be wasted.”

Susan obeyed as if it were almost an honor.  She crept forward on her knees and lovingly licked his slit clean, taking in all of the remnants.  Meanwhile, the cum-cross was gradually losing its shape as gravity took over and pulled the thick juice down into her eyes.  Susan blinked as this took place but she didn’t flinch.

The other seven people applauded loudly.  Surprisingly, they were applauding her in addition to giving him a standing overture.  It was, indeed, an admirable thing that he had just done in the name of his religion. 

The best (or worst –depending on your perspective) had been saved for last.  As the Reverend buckled up and returned to his place around the carousel, Caleb and LardAss stepped up and walk toward their prey.

Susan was back on her knees, hands behind her head, with a look of apprehension.  This couple looked fierce.  The farmer and the bitch.  They were menacing.

Caleb had been warned, as always, not to inflict noticeable scars on the victim before she was displayed to all of the rest of the club during dinner.  He did not like this rule but he figured it was worth it for what would eventually take place.

LardAss was more patient.  And, if possible, she was even meaner than Caleb.  She had the personal experience of being the recipient of punishment, and she had been the administrator of punishment.  Her experience gave her a unique insight into what could really be degrading and decadent.

Caleb grabbed the naked Susan by the waist, picked her up, flipped her upside down, and threw her upwards.  As she actually flew about three feet straight up while upside down, she screamed.  When gravity won its battle against Caleb’s thrust, she began descending.  Somehow, Caleb caught her by the ankles just in time for her head to stop just inches from the floor.

Susan was breathing heavily.  She didn’t even feel Caleb spread her ankles apart.  She did, however, feel LardAss grab her pussy lips quite severely and pull them apart much further than they were intended to go.

Then, she heard Caleb hack up a load of spit and old tobacco juice and spit it cleanly between her pussy lips.  She hadn’t heard the other seven members of the group clamber up to the turntable and form a line in front of her.  She did, however, hear a lot of throat clearing.  And, worse still, she felt her pussy being used for a spittoon.  She could feel the spittle overflowing and running down her butt crack and into the beautiful bush that cloaked her pussy.

Caleb continued to hole her upside down by the ankles.  For him and his muscular arms, Susan was no strain whatsoever on her arms.  However, she didn’t know that and she feared for her head as she realized if he dropped her, her head would be the first part of her body to hit the floor.

Then, LardAss knelt in front of her and put her hand in front of Susan’s eyes.  LardAss’ fingers and thumb were straightened and squeezed together as though to form a spear.  With the exception of Susan, it was obvious how this fleshy spear was to be used.  Then, Susan painfully discovered their intention.

LardAss straightened up and with no forewarning at all, the hand plunged deeply into Susan’s drenched pussy.  As the hand was buried to the wrist in one fell swoop, Susan let out a blood-curdling scream.  The onlookers chuckled.  Even the servers in the room had a sly grin on their face.  They loved these parts of the evening.

However, LardAss was not finished.  She gave another thrust and her arm was buried in the lovely bush to the halfway point of LardAss’ forearm.  Susan was now whimpering and tears flooded her eyes, dripping to the floor beneath.  Sweat now covered Susan’s beautiful body.

Caleb added impetus to the entire operation by quickly jiggling Susan’s body up and down in a quick reciprocating motion.  Susan screamed louder.

Now, LardAss began unclenching her hand inside the inner sanctum of Susan’s most private parts.  After this, LardAss began swishing her hand around inside the sexual tunnel she had invaded.

Susan was now begging for mercy.  This was a mistake.  For immediately, LardAss and Caleb began working together to create motions that would enhance the pain.  Caleb was now swinging the body in a small circle.  LardAss seemed to be dragging as she didn’t swing her arm quite as quickly in the circular motion.  Thus, the hand and arm were putting pressure on the sides of Susan’s pussy.

Saucer jumped up to the platform, knelt near Susan, and grasped firmly Susan’s nipples that, for some reason, had become erect through all of this.  Saucer mixed in an action of pulling and twisting that served to overload Susan’s pain centers.  She was begging at the top of her lungs.

The Reverend now joined the fray as he, too, stepped up on the platform.  He removed his belt and wrapped the free end around his hand.  Then, he proceeded to beat the hell out of Susan’s ass.  The buckle of cross did not break the skin but red stripes were soon covering the total canvas of Susan’s magnificent ass.

While this was going on, the head server stepped up to the banker and indicated that the remaining members were ready to enter to see the object of the evening’s entertainment.

The banker spoke in a strong voice to tell them the news.  He said, “We have just five minutes to prepare her for the first enema.  Let’s get moving.”

Caleb let Susan fall in a heap.  As her body fell, LardAss’ arm was removed from her stretched pussy with a large popping sound.  Meanwhile, Susan had heard the word “enema” and knew she had yet to experience the worst.